Lansing—August, 2025
(This
picks up where the last post left off…)
I
finish my dinner, sitting in my car, and read for a bit. I drive in search of coffee. By 8pm, I am ready to go back inside. The parking lot is now all but full. In I go.
The man at the desk doesn’t bother to check his list—he remembers me.
The
feel has changed. There is much more of
a pronounced air of sexual excitement. There
are two hetro couples in the first lounge watching the bisexual porn and
chatting to interested men. I go to the lounge
showing the bad gay porn. I stroll around
the glory hole booths. A white man,
likely in his mid-50’s, beckons me into one of the booths. He is stroking his dick—and in moments, he is
stroking mine.
And
he keeps stroking. Truly caressing. But I’d like his mouth on me. So, to change things up, I start to kneel to
suck him. He stops me. “No rush,” he tells me. But he takes the hint and goes down on
me. He’s great. Guys pass and linger to watch my cock being
sucked. He invites other men to take a
turn, but not a single guy does. They
stroke my chest or heft my balls, but no one is brave enough to kneel with the
other guy.
I
let him keep working on me, warning him I’m not going to shoot anytime
soon. Refreshingly, he is fine with that. And keeps giving me really good head.
We
finally go our separate ways. I go back
to the other lounge. Two crossdressers
are now here—actively sucking cock on opposite sides of the room. The hetro couple has vacated the main couch
and a cute guy in his thirties is sitting there. Totally naked, but for designer briefs. He beckons me over. I stand at the end of the couch, my hard dick
swaying at face level.
“May
I?”
I
nod. He sucks. He’s good, too. I sigh with contentment. He suggests I sit. I do.
I fondle his growing package as he leans over to continue sucking me. A stream of men pass us. All smile or nod or smirk. One stays, moving to the side of the
couch. He kneads his crotch, but never
takes his dick out. The guys here seem
to be total exhibitionists or incredibly private—no in between.
The
young guy wants my load. And tells me
so. I tell him I can’t cum this
fast. He’s not pissed, but not pleased,
either. I let him go for a bit longer,
but then escape into the dark room behind us.
The
room is empty. I sit on the comfortable
chair. I hear a man come in. He comes around the partition and sees my
shadowy form. Soft light coming through
the glory hole shines right on my dick.
He sighs, kneels and takes me to the root. He is sucking me like a man possessed—and stroking
his own cock just as fast. Suddenly, he
straightens up. He turns slightly so he
won’t shoot his load on me. I squirm
around and swallow his dick head just before the blast. He gasps—then groans out his orgasm. I swallow a mega pent-up load. He moans his thanks as I lick him clean…
*
The
first guy from after dinner finds me wandering and we sit in the main lounge,
on the side couch. Now he sucks my cock
in public. He loves showing off. This time there is no trying to get other men
to join him. He’s so good, I just let
him work on me as I watch porn or the two CD’s work the room. We break, only when he needs to go piss.
I
wander. I stumble on a third cross
dresser on the fuck bench. Her blond wig
hides her face. Her short skirt is
pulled up. There is a deliberate tear in
the panty hose—exposing a hairy man’s ass up for the taking.
The
bench and the sling are both in wire cages so people can watch, but not crowd
the action. I step in. I stroke the hairy ass. I get an encouraging moan. I kneel and begin licking the tight pucker. I spit and tongue fuck the hot ass.
Guys
are surrounding the cage. One sticks his
dick through it—but he’s nowhere close to the CD’s mouth. I stand up.
“Fuck
that ass!” says the guy, pulling his dick back out so he can stroke it.
I
enter the tight hole. I hear a
grunt. But it’s one of approval—and lust. Soon the CD is panting as I begin a slow in
and out. I all but pull out and drizzle
more lube on my cock. I fuck it into the
hungry hole, coating it with slick liquid.
It’s easier now. I begin a harder
fuck.
“Breed
that ass,” the guy stroking to us chortles.
“You
like cum in your hole?” I ask the CD.
I
get no response. Just more moans.
The
guy watching gestures that he wants to join.
I am fine with that and indicate the entrance behind me. He comes in.
I slip out of the hairy hole…and he pushes in. I see some dirt on my cock—and go wash.
They
are both gone by the time I come back…
*
I
wander. I check the dark room. The blond CD is here. Waiting to suck. “Here,” I whisper. This is the first cock who fucked you.”
I
don’t even get a murmur. Just some
barely adequate head. I take off as I hear
someone else come in.
I
wander. I have my dick sucked through a
glory hole. I haven’t a clue who it is,
other than they moan the entire time.
I
find the guy who was first in the evening session, the expert sucker. He wants some more of my dick. This time I am standing in the dark
room. He kneels and uses his talented
tongue. I let him be in charge for a bit—and
then I fuck his face. This is new. He pants louder, not used to not being in
control. I pull out, lift my balls sack
up and pull his mouth onto my cock ring there.
“Now lick!”
But
he can’t as he’s shooting all over the floor.
I go to my haunches and clean up his cock. He bats me on the arm and mutters “Thanks…love
your dick” before going out the door…
*
I
wander. I’m thinking it’s time to get
off and go home. No one else has gotten on
either the sling or the bench. I sit on
the back stairs, behind the glory hole booths, right where I started. A young man in a puppy mask finds me. The masks are not my usual thing. But I can tell he’s slender, medium height,
with small hands.
“May
I?” he asks.
“Sure…”
He
kneels in front of me. One hand strokes
me, the other raises his mask just enough so his mouth is free. He bends and takes me in his mouth. I close my eyes so I don’t see the puppy, but
just feel the warm, wet mouth. This kid
is good. He takes me to the root
repeatedly. His tongue is active. He remembers my balls.
He
pulls off me, panting. “Daddy, tell me
you fuck with this cock!”
“I
do…”
“Fuck
me!”
He
leads me into one of the currently empty glory hole booths. He leans on the wall jutting his ass out
towards me. I kneel. I pull down the jeans, revealing a hot,
hairless butt in a designer jock. I begin
to eat his butt. Hungrily.
He
groans. “It’s so long since anyone’s
eaten my ass. Fuck!!”
This,
of course, only keeps my tongue up his butt longer. He is delicious. And my tongue is making his ass produce his own
lube, he’s so turned on by the invasion into his hole.
I
stand up. My cock slips into him. He gasps. One hand goes from the wall to his own dick. He kneads the pouch, not jerking.
“I
want your load, Daddy…” he pants.
“And
you’re going to get it…”
I
build up the pace. I am slamming into
his cute butt. The slapping noises of
skin on skin fill the little room.
And
I’m there. I push deep—and unload into
him. Every drop my cock can squeeze out. I hold onto him, letting my cock marinate in
his wet butt. We disengage. He pulls off his mask altogether to clean my
cock. He works to get every drop.
He
stands up. He’s a handsome young man. I wonder if he likes to kiss…
He
does…sharing the juices he’s just sucked off my cock…
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