Whoring Out Kane's Hairy Ass

 Jackson—July, 2025

The next day was the second Saturday of the month.  This was consistently a big day at the other bookstore near me, the one with what amounts to a mini-bathhouse space.  A group of men had decided to always meet there, each month on the second Saturday, around noon.  Word had gotten around to men all over the state.  This was why I hadn’t given a second thought about not getting off the day before.  I was confident I would there.

On Friday night, Kane, the handsome, hooded man I’d met twice at the house party I attend, wrote that he wanted to come to the playroom on Saturday afternoon.  I agreed.  I was fine giving up the Second Saturday Group for some alone time with his hairy ass.  In the next flurry of texts, he brought up going to the bookstore—he’d heard about the group, too.  Would that work for me?

It would.  We agreed to meet around noon. 

The next morning, I packed a lunch and drove into the bigger city.  The parking lot was packed.  As I parked, Kane sent a text saying he was 30 minutes away.  I went in…

 

The lounge is packed.  The men are clustered in the aisle that is between the three gloryhole rooms with doors (which back up to the slurp ramp) and the three cabanas on the other side, which have curtains for some privacy.  I make my way, slowly, to the wall with the five porn screens on it.  I see Shaved Head and his partner, Shy One.  But just to nod to—they are after new meat.

I sit in the only vacant chair on the left side.  I recognize a regular.  He’s a white man, with greying hair, who gives great head. He smiles at me.  The moment I’m hard, I stand up and feed him my cock.  He moans his appreciation around my shaft.  I let him work on me for a good five minutes before I begin a slow face fuck.  He holds still, taking every inch I give him with ease.  I slow and pull out.

“Someday I want your cum,” he murmurs, before I push back into the crowd—but now with my hard, wet cock swaying from side to side leading the way.  I end up in a small room with the only television that is playing straight porn.  I don’t watch the screen.  I watch the blow job happening on the couch next to me.  An older man with a long grey beard is giving voracious head to some one around my age.  The guy getting sucked turns and can’t stop staring at my cock.  Grey Beard notices this and turns to see me, too.  He literally crawls over to me, leaving the other guy to stroke his own wet cock.  GB swallows me down.  For all his eagerness to suck, he is not good.  I am afraid he’ll nick me, as he can’t seem to cover his teeth.  I tell him, twice, that that’s enough for now.  He finally takes the hint and goes off.  The guy he was sucking gets up and gives me some soothing tongue action to make up for it.

Standing in the door is a tall, lanky white boy—35 at the most.  He is as thin as I am.  His eyes are riveted to my cock.  When the guy sucking me tires and stands up, the tall guy disappears down the hall.  I get up to go find him.  He’s waiting for me few steps away—and pulls me into the dark restroom, locking the door. 

“I need this,” he says, his hand encircling my wet shaft.  He is about to go to his knees.  I suggest a cabana, so men can still piss and clean up.  We go into the nearest one.  The young man strips.  His cock is long and thin—a true pencil dick.  It only gets hard when he has me in his mouth.  And his mouth is perfect.  He works my head, my shaft, my piss slit.  And now he’s groaning over the hot-summer-day-sweat under my balls.  I close my eyes and let him work on me.

Finally, he stops and stands up.  I tell him I am meeting someone here—and that the guy is hot and versatile.  I can’t tell if he cares or not.  I take his now hard cock into my mouth.  He instantly tells me he will shoot if I suck him—and he doesn’t want to do that.  He sits.  I lick his balls.  He groans.  He leans back.  I hunker way down and can just lick his pucker.  The young man either gets a lot of action or he plays with big toys.  His ass lips are wonderfully puffy.  He moans as I lick them.  Then he rolls over, getting on all fours, to make it easier for me.  I dig in.  I tongue fuck him.  Over and over.

I stand.  I’m not sure if it’s to stretch or if I’m going to fuck him.  But Lanky Boy rolls to a seated position.  He decides to gets dressed.  I encourage him to find me again with Kane.  He nods and leaves.  I sit for thirty seconds alone in the cabana.  A familiar face appears.

“Here you are, Daddy.”

Kane parts the curtain and steps in.  This handsome man kisses me and begins to strip.  He is tall, gym built and very hairy.  Everywhere.  His ancestors were from somewhere in the Mediterranean. The curls on his head move as he tosses his clothes in the corner.  I sit and just watch him strip. 

Once naked, but for sweat socks, he asks if he should wear the leather hood.  We both agree that he will get more action here without it.  It gets tossed into the pile of his clothes as he kneels before me.  He takes me into his mouth.  Fuck, this guy was born to suck cock.  He worships it.  He loves that I didn’t wait for him—that my cock is wet and rampant.  I lean back and he finds my balls.  His tongue makes them feel wonderful.  He knows they hold the juices he craves.  He licks all around them, then the spheres themselves.  Now under them, cradling them in his left hand.  His tongue continues down my perineum before my trousers get in the way.  It’s back to my cock.  I moan—without really realizing I’m doing it.

“I need to eat your ass,” I mumble.

He stands up.  So do I.  He kneels on the bench, his hairy ass jutting towards me.  I move to the curtains.  I pull them together so there are now gaps in the coverage, so guys can see in.  The moment I kneel behind him, I can hear men behind us.  I pull his generous cheeks apart and begin eating Kane’s hole.  I love watching the hair surrounding it go from curly to wet and sticky.  My tongue goes deep, making him gasp.  I hear poppers open.  He takes a hit.  I take that as my cue to stand up and get my dick inside him.  He moans.  I hear murmurings behind me.  It is a slow, steady entry—his hot channel welcoming my fat cock.   I pause.  He huffs again.  And I begin to fuck.

“Damn,” whispers someone behind us.

This makes me speed up.  Showing off a little.  I fuck him hard and fast before I slow and pull out.  Kane spins and cleans my cock.

I go stand by the entry way.  There are four men watching us, though none have ventured into our cubicle.  “Come here, boy.”  Kane gets up and kneels in front of me.  “Show them how deep you can take my cock.”  He does.  He takes me to the root over and over.

A short, stocky Black man, likely in his 40’s, makes eye contact with me.  I nod.  “He’s here to serve.”  I motion him in.  He stands to my side.  I move Kane’s head from my long white dick to this man’s thick stubby black dick. 

He sighs.  “Good…”

“Isn’t he?”

The guy nods and begins pumping into Kane’s mouth.

“Wouldn’t you rather give him that load in his ass?”

“Can I?”

I nod.  “Get on your knees on the bench,” I tell Kane.  He scrambles there.  I hand the short guy my lube and he add a dollop to his dick.  He pushes in and begins pumping instantly.  I stroke, standing to the side.  In about four minutes, the guy abruptly pulls out and leaves the cubicle without saying a word.

“Did he cum?” asks Kane.

I shrug.  I can’t tell.  I kneel and pull his cheeks apart.  A drizzle of thick white jizz begins to seep out of him.  “He did…” I murmur, as my tongue stops the flow and laps it up.  I stand and fuck.  I have Kane taste the cum on my dick.  We move back to the opening of the cubicle, with Kane on his knees, sucking my cock.

A tall Black man I know from my regular ABS is now watching us.  He has sometimes shared an ass with me there.  I motion him in.  “All holes are available,” I tell him.

“Yes!”  He all but crows the word.  His much bigger dick, though not huge, comes out.  There is a brief moment of cock sucking.  “I want to fuck him.”

“He’s taking it raw,” I tell the man.

He let’s out a literal whoop and orders Kane on all fours on the back bench.  He enters him roughly.  But Kane is up for it—likes it even.  Poppers are shared between him and the new top.  It’s a longer fuck, but not by much.  He groans out his orgasm loudly enough that anyone in the lounge can tell he’s shooting.  He pulls out, fulling expecting to be cleaned up.  Kane does so, with reverence.

The guy leaves.  Kane’s hole is flooded.  I do my best to staunch the flow with my tongue—and then by fucking it deeper into him.

We move to the opening of the cubicle again.  A white guy with a hipster beard is stroking.  He has a beautiful seven incher which is uncut.  He feeds it to Kane.  I tell the guy his ass is available, too.

“I don’t fuck much,” he says.  He enjoys Kane’s mouth, but doesn’t shoot.  He goes on his way.  I have Kane work on me orally right by the doorway.  Guys are jerking to us, but no one else joins us.  Suddenly, Hipster Beard is back.  “I wanna fuck him.”

Kane kneels on the back bench.  The guy refuses more lube when he sees cum leaking out of Kane.  He fucks him steadily, groaning out his cumshot in just a few minutes.  This time Kane and I both clean up the guy’s cock.  It’s heaven to find the mixed loads under his foreskin.  I save some in my mouth and the moment the guy leaves, I snow ball it to Kane.

“It’s dripping out of me—push it deeper.”  Kane pleads, kneeling on the bench. 

I fuck all the juices back into him, thoroughly mixing the three loads.  I pull out and make him clean my cock.  Kane does, licking up every smear of semen.  Finally, he comes up for air.  “I should leave soon…”

“Then I want to breed you on the medical table.”

He picks up his clothes and follows me, fully naked, to the back room.  I lead the way, my cock jutting out of my camos.  He gets on the table, lying on his back with his ass on display.  I kneel and begin rimming him in earnest.  A bottom I recognize from here gets so hard from watching us, he sticks his cock in Kane’s mouth just as I stand up to slide in.  The beautiful boy has two cocks in him at the same time.  I pump hard.  His ass is incredibly slick and creamy. I fuck him harder, the sound of my pelvis slapping his full ass fills the room.  There is, by now, a small crowd watching us.

“I’m gonna shoot,” says the guy in his mouth.  He pulls out and sprays his load on Kane’s chest, his arm and the table itself.  I mop up a handful of his cum and stroke Kane’s thick hard cock. 

“So close,” Kane moans.

I am, too.  I do a quick pull out and go to my knees.  I lick up the cum dripping from his once tight pucker.  It’s enough to send me over the edge.  I stand up and slam into him, giving him spurt after spurt of my seed.  Replacing all the cum I’d eaten.

Kane knocks my hand away and gets himself off.  I keep my cock deep inside.  I feel his ass contract as he shoots.  His white cum clings to all that black hair…

*

Kane washed up and left quickly.  A cocksucker I call the Choker, as he loves to choke himself on my cock, had been watching us rut.  He asked if I had piss.  I stuck my slick cock into his mouth and pissed like a race horse…