Lansing—October, 2025
(This picks up right
where the last post left off…)
I eat my dinner, packed
in my travel cooler, out in the car. I
find coffee a few blocks away. I actually
nap a little. I drive back to the venue
and re-enter around 8pm. Things are
picking up. There are more people
around. Mostly men, but a few women as
well.
I do the tour. In the first room, with all the couches and
porn, there are a number of men stroking.
I walk down the hall to the other main area. Men are on the roam around the gloryholes. A few are watching the sole television back
there, now with a porn loop that doesn’t freeze up. I check the new maze and walk in on a blow
job. The guy on his knees, who happens
to be wearing a black corset and hose, gestures for me to take out my cock. I do. I
am not hard—but he swallows me down as he holds the other man’s stiff dick in
his left hand. I harden up in his
throat. He chokes and pulls off me.
“Holy fuck,” he
moans. “You need to fuck my wife.”
And he goes down on me
again. I let him go to town on my dick,
then push him back to the man he was sucking when I came in. The other guy grins at me and hefts my balls. When he comes out of the sucker’s mouth, he shakes
his head and takes off.
The corseted man stands
up. “Will you fuck my wife? I really want to eat your cum out of her.”
“We should ask her.”
He leads the way to the
first room. I assume she’s out
there. But no. The guy is too distracted by my dick. He sits on a side couch and sucks my cock
once more. But the angle is bad. His solution, and a great one, is to remove
his bridge. His whole mouth becomes so
much roomier.
“You should fuck
me.” He wants to be on his back on the
low platform that is in front of the couch.
I tell him my legs won’t bend so deeply for so long. He settles to be on all fours. I go right to fucking. He moans.
Men stop and watch.
“I need to take a picture
to send to my wife,” he says, twisting away from my bucking hips.
“Fine.”
But he can’t find his
phone. We search the couch, but I never
saw it with him. We go back to the maze
and try to find it. Nope. I send him to his locker—but he gets
distracted and shows up back to where I’m waiting for him. Without the phone—or
even looking if it’s in the locker. He
finally goes and looks. Nothing.
I suggest the door
attendant call his number to see if the phone is in the building. He hates that idea. We search everywhere we’ve already looked one
more time. He decides he left it in his
car. I suggest he gets dressed and go to
look. But he doesn’t. Or won’t.
I am fed up and walk
away. I never find out if he found
it. But I did see his wife…and I’m not
sure if she was a man in drag or the real thing…
*
I roam. I stumble on a hot oral threeway. One man holds the other still, pinioning his
hands behind his back, as a third man services the guy. They aren’t looking for
a fourth, so I keep moving. I go into
the dark room. My eyes adjust
faster. I can hear heavy breathing
behind the partition that has a glory hole in it. I move closer, standing slightly out of the
way. A young Asian woman (or a
remarkable CD) is sucking a white Daddy, who is sitting in a chair. He is wearing a sweatshirt from one of the
Michigan universities. I have seen him around. His thick cock is being expertly serviced. Also watching is a tall, skinny Black guy in
a hoodie. He is stroking to the scene. As am I.
Sweatshirt bends and says
something to the young woman. She
nods. Sweatshirt motions for us to come
closer. We step in. She continues to suck Sweatshirt, but is now
making a show of it. I am surprised when
Sweatshirt reaches up and feels my dick—and begins stroking it. Hoodie stares at the young woman. In another moment, Sweatshirt guides her head
to Hoodie’s dick. I am really surprised
when Sweatshirt begins to suck me. He’s
good. And hungry. He moans out his pleasure. Hoodie is breathing harder now that he has a
mouth on his cock.
Sweatshirt pulls off my
dick. “Suck this one,” he commands. She moves over. She’s good, too. She lifts my hand from my side and places it
on her head, so I can ‘force’ her to suck me.
I know how to pick up my cue. I go
from enjoying her mouth to using her.
Hoodie is not put out by not having a mouth on his cock. He is stroking hard and fast. He loves the idea that in just these few
moments, she’s had three dicks in her mouth.
Sweatshirt, is sitting
right there, his face is right next to hers.
He watches her suck me—as if he was still doing it. He is beating his cock, too. And moaning.
The young woman is making sounds of real exertion—and loving it.
“I’m gonna shoot,”
Sweatshirt moans. “Take my load.”
She leaves me and finds
his dick just in time. She gags as he
fires into her mouth. Then she’s back on
me. Her mouth is still full of his cum
and my cock is covered. She proceeds to
lick it all off. Once she’s cleaned me
up, she begins trying for my load. I let
her think that for a moment, but it’s not going to happen. With my hands on either side of her head, I ‘force’
her back onto Hoodie. He gasps. Sweatshirt stays there to watch the
show. Or maybe he is her Master. I watch her service the long thin dick next
to me—and then leave them to it…
*
It's getting late. What I’m not seeing tonight are people on the
fuck bench or the sling. I really want
to drop my load and go home.
I move into the
maze. There is one man there who has no
interest in me. He leaves. I find a glory hole I hadn’t noticed on my previous
cruising. My dick is semi-hard and I push
it through. At that moment, a very tall
CD in a short blond pageboy wig arrives with a 20-something Black guy. I have seen her service a number of men in
the public spaces. She is likely my age,
but hides it well. She does a double
take on seeing me there, but then mutters “Join us.” The CD
kneels and begins sucking the young man.
I turn away from the hole. My
cock hardens up. I love that s/he has
hiked up the short skirt and is beating a fat beer can of a cock as s/he blows
the guy.
“Suck his dick,” says the
young man. The CD does just that, really
sucking me deep. The young man jerks his
cock. I guide the wigged head back to
the young man. And then back to me. The three of us are nicely in tune.
“Can I fuck you?” he
finally asks.
For a moment, I think the
CD is going to say no. After a tiny
pause, s/he stands up, pulls down the panties and displays a hot, shaved bubble
butt. The young man takes my offer of lube,
covering his cock and pushing in. The CD
grabs the wall for balance, taking his hard thrusting like a champ. He shoots inside 50 seconds, he is so turned
on.
“I don’t know if I can
take you,” s/he mutters, “but I’m damn well going to try.”
“You’ve got that extra
lube in you now,” I murmur as I go to my knees.
I push my face between those freshly shaven butt cheeks. The young man’s load begins to drip onto my
tongue. I groan. So does the person I’m felching. The beer can is so aroused, s/he pushes it
back for me to lick the dripping head. I
do—and shove the precum up the hole in front of me.
I stand up. I enter that cum dripping hole with
ease. I begin to fuck, rather shallowly,
then slightly deeper with each stroke.
“Fuck, yes!”
I slap the ass in front
of me, making it tighten around my cock.
The cum squelches as I fuck. I
know I’m close. This is better than I’d
hoped for—having a big cum load to fuck in.
“You want it?”
“Fill me up. Sir!
That does it. I begin firing away. Blast after blast. It’s a terrific orgasm after all the hours of
stoking the fire.
I pull out slowly. I go to my knees and lick up some of our mixed
cum. Not much, just a little clean
up. I stand—and without any coaxing, my
cock is sucked clean from that cum-hungry tongue…
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