Lansing—August, 2025
(This picks up right
where we left off…)
I eat my light dinner out
in the car. I watch the man and woman, the
ones who were doing the bondage scene, come out and pack the gear away. They, surprisingly, go back inside. I read a little. I go get coffee. As I sip, and the hour gets later, more and
more cars arrive. I finish the coffee in
one big chug and head back in.
There is a different feel
to the place—the vibe is now much more sexually alive. I make the tour. Men are jerking to porn. Gloryholes are being used. There is a man at the sling, who can’t quite
bring himself to get in it.
I circle back to the
front. I sit and pull my cock out. I notice, to my left a very fit, good looking
young man. He is short, Black and his
white A-shirt shows off his amazing chest and biceps. He is standing at the entrance to the dark
room. He nods to me and disappears into
the darkness.
I wait a moment—and get
up and go in, without bothering to stuff my dick back in my pants. It feels really dark again after not being in
it for a few hours. I move cautiously
towards the back. He’s there, leaning on
the back wall, his pants down around his ankles, cock in hand. He
reaches out and hefts my cock. I do the
same to him. We are likely the same
length, though mine is fatter. We stroke
each other for a bit—playing that unspoken game of ‘who will kneel first.’ Fuck it.
I don’t care. I kneel and take
him in my mouth. He sighs and let’s my
tongue do its work. I reach between his
legs with my left hand. I caress his
balls. My fingers move up to his butt
and my middle finger begins playing with his hole. Lightly.
Not at all invasive. He moans and
begins fucking his cock into my mouth.
Suddenly, he pulls out
and turns, pushing his ass into my face.
He reaches back and pulls his voluptuous butt cheeks apart. I begin eating his hole. I can’t believe my good luck. He is moaning much more loudly now.
I pull off him. “You want my dick in your ass?”
“Not here,” he hisses. “Too public.”
I stay on my knees, pull
his cheeks even farther apart and begin to truly fuck him with my tongue. He groans and strokes his cock. I now have his hole really open. It has deliciously
gaped with the force of my marauding tongue.
I desperately want to slide my cock into him. But I don’t.
I just make his hole as wet and open as I know how.
Someone enters the dark
room. We hear him more than see
him. Instantly, my guy dives for his
pants (pushing his wet hole even deeper on my tongue for a quick second.) He has them pulled up and covering himself in
a flash. He leaves, doing up his
belt. I stay on the floor, a little
dazed at my good fortune...
*
I get some adequate head
from a guy in the dark nook where I fucked the guy with the hooked cock. I thank him and leave when his teeth connect
with my flesh once too often. As I come
out, with my cock swinging, I meet an older man. He sees me rampant and leads me to a
chair. I sit. He kneels.
He takes out his dentures, not trying to hide it as so many guys
do. His mouth is heaven. He loves to suck dick and it shows. And it’s so roomy. He does my balls without asking. I stay in the chair—sometimes watching porn,
sometimes with my eyes closed—for a long time as he works on me. He stops to give his jaw a rest. We meet up at least once more during the
night…
I wander. I get some head through a glory hole. There is a line at the booth next to
ours. I’m told a young, hot straight
couple is in there (I’ve seen them on my tour—and they are!) She is giving head
to any and everyone who sticks their dick in the hole. It’s a booth with another hole on the
side—and the guy is allowing ‘the gays’ to give him hand jobs. I watch, from the hand job side, for a
moment. I take off.
I don’t need to wait in line to touch his cock…
I go back to the dark
room. I let my eyes adjust before I move
to the back. Behind the partition, a
tall, skinny white guy is stroking a massive cock. He is a good inch longer than me—and there’s
foreskin. He takes his hand off of it
and offers it to me. I go to my knees and
take him into my mouth, doing all the tricks I know. I am pleased at the way I make him moan. When my tongue works his foreskin back, he
groans out a “fuck, yes!”
I keep working. He finally stops me and gives me the same
speech I give guys: “That felt great, but I have a hard time getting off in a
mouth.” I nod, telling him I’m the same
way. He leaves, not bothering to do up
his pants. I’m still on my knees,
catching my breath after the workout.
“How about me?”
I spin around. There is a man, my age and just as thin, who
must have arrived mid-blow job and I was too concentrated on the dick in my
mouth to notice. He has a nice
seven-incher in his hand. I knee walk
over to him and take him in my mouth.
“Damn, that tongue…” he
murmurs.
I work harder. In no time I get the load. It’s thick and tasty. I swallow and he calls me a ‘good boy.’ I lick him clean, holding his balls, as he
squirms in pleasant agony…
*
I meet a guy from my
usual haunt. He reminds me we shared the
ass of a woman there. As I’ve been in a
very limited number of women’s asses, I know just the scene he’s talking about—I
shot a load in her butt after he did—and then he did another. He is hunting the swingers tonight. I tell him about the couple of the BDSM
scene. He tells me they are
regulars—though he’s never played with her.
I mention the young couple—and he takes off to find them.
We have been sitting in
the main lounge. I idly look up. My young man with the bubble butt is back and
standing in the entryway of the dark room.
I get up and he goes in. I find
him on the opposite wall, behind the partition with the glory hole, right where
I blew the last two men.
I look at him, letting
him take the lead. I’m not sure what he
wants. Is he going to chance a public
fuck?
“If you can’t have my
ass, will you take my load?”
I am on my knees in a
heartbeat. He stops jerking his cock and
let’s me suck it once more. He
sighs. Repeatedly. Now he grabs my ears and begins to fuck my
face. He is so far down my throat when
he shoots, I barely taste him at all.
Well, not until the lengthy process of licking him clean so he won’t
stain his underwear…
*
(It gets kinda hetro, now…)
I wander. More male/female couples have arrived. I watch a man work over a woman with just his
fingers and a toy. He makes her squirt
and the audience all but applauds. I go
back to the main room. The couple from
the BDSM scene have asked a decently hung guy to fuck her on one of the couches
while the man films it. She sucks
him. He eats her out. He rolls on a condom and fucks her. All caught on video, making sure the guy’s
face is never in the shot. I stand to
the side, stroking. Obviously waiting to
be next.
But the guy from the
front desk arrives. They can’t film in a
public space. They need to rent another
room if they want to do that kind of thing.
I go off down the hall
and get some head from two willing men.
Neither are good enough to make me shoot.
I wander.
Suddenly the BDSM Guy is
at my side. “I was looking for you. Still up for it?”
I nod and follow him into
a room they have rented. She is on a platform
that serves as a bed. Her knees are in
stirrups, pulling up her legs. The stirrups
are connected to a leather piece that goes around her shoulders (just like the
Fort Troff Porta Plow, but not as well made.)
“You’re ok with filming?”
“Yes. And I don’t care if you show my face. I’ve done porn.”
“Great. You’ll want a Magnum, I think…unless…” he
looks at the woman. I can tell he wants
me to breed her.
“Condom,” she murmurs.
“I brought some,” and
fish one out of my pocket.
“I got you that big guy,”
he whispers in her ear, while checking she’s comfortable. “Whenever you’re ready,” he tells me and puts
the mini camera up to his eye.
I make eye contact with
her. She looks apprehensive. I go to my knees. Her breasts are large but real. I start there. It relaxes her. Even making her pant. I work them until her nipples erect. My fingers, with my mouth still on her breast,
find her clit. She is still slightly wet
from the last guy. I rub it lightly and
she responds. In moments, she is incredibly
wet. My love of sex juices kicks
in. My mouth hovers over her clit and
swollen labia. But this is new for gay
old me. I’ve had oral sex with my FTM
buds, but their testosterone injections have changed the flavor of things. It’s a mere moment that I pause before my
tongue is everywhere. I love it. She seems to as well, and begins to pant. I roll the condom on my cock as I my tongue
goes back and forth from inside her to the swollen nub and back again.
I rear up and enter
her. I will myself to go slow. Her eyes are open wide.
“Yes….” I hear from the
cameraman. Even I can see that my cock
looks great inching into her. I love how
the flesh clings to my shaft. I build
the fuck. Harder and harder. I reach down and touch her clit. It’s incredibly slippery and my hand rubs out
her first orgasm. She shakes and then
goes quiet.
I slow down. I pull out.
She pants. I lean down and bury
my face in her once again until she shudders and begs me to stop.
They seem pleased. The guy especially. “Got some great shots,” he whispers as he
sees me to the door.
I go and sit for a moment
on the couch. Something new checked off
my mythical bucket list. I wonder about actually
getting off, but there seems to be a shortage of available ass tonight. Just thinking about trying to find someone
makes me feel just how tired I am.
I head out the door…
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