Jackson—November, 2025
I had more great sex the
very next day. (That’s three days in a
row for those not keeping track.) It’s
not something I do very often anymore, but the three sessions were very different—which
is what made it work.
To back up a little, the
hot, hairy, hooded man I met at the house party—and then whored out at the
bookstore—wanted to do a road trip to the bathhouse in Cleveland. But both being busy men, we could never make
our schedules mesh. Kane suggested a
return to Jackson. That was easier. Sometime before Thanksgiving, we set the date—the
final Saturday afternoon of the month.
Now it was the weather. A follow up to the snow storm on Thanksgiving
night was coming our way. We watched the
reports. The all-day snow event changed to
not reaching us until into the afternoon.
We agreed to chance it and meet when the place opened at 11am.
I drove in, worried there
would be no one else there…
The parking lot has three
cars in it. I sigh. I go in and pay the handsome man behind the
counter. He’s one car. Kane will be the second car. And there is actually someone else here? I go into the lounge. There is no a sound of life. And it’s cold. I walk around. I finally find Kane stroking his dick in the
room with the medical table at the far end of the hall. He stands up and gives me a hug.
I have forgotten just how
handsome he is. Dark, curly hair on his
head and beard. But there is hair
everywhere: arms, chest, legs—and best
of all his ass. A great, toned body, big
cock and in his early 30’s.
We decide to go into the small
room near the restroom. It’s
warmer. As much as I’d like him on the
medical table, I want the heat. Kane
steps out of his jeans. Then his flannel
shirt. He’s left in a jock and thick
wool socks.
“You know what I want,” I
murmur.
He grins and kneels on
the couch, supporting himself on the back of it, while jutting those hairy
globes right at me. I kneel and pull
them apart, sinking my tongue deep into his pucker. Kane gasps.
And I begin to rim him in earnest.
I lube up as I eat him out. He
moans and pushes back to meet my oral onslaught.
I stand up and enter
him. He moans as I sink all the way into
him. I can’t believe I’m fucking him
five minutes into our play. My hands are
all over his hairy ass cheeks, rubbing and kneading them. I pull out and he spins to suck my dick covered
in his juices.
“Sit down, Daddy….”
I do. He kneels on the cool linoleum and begins
sucking my cock in earnest. And my balls—fuck,
he knows how to lick my balls! He covers
them with his spit and licks it all up again.
He lifts them but can’t really get under them with my pants still
on. I stand and drop the camos to my ankles. He happily licks up the fuck sweat collected
by my cock ring.
I pull him up to me and
we kiss. Our tongues lingering. Eventually he stands and feeds me his sizeable
cock. I have to work to not scrape him. But he seems happy, pumping his cock into his
Daddy’s mouth.
But he really wants to be
the one sucking. He’s back on his knees
and swallows me down. At that moment
there is a sign of life—a man my age appears in the door. He looks put out that sex is actually
happening. He doesn’t linger. Another man does come into the room. Young and cubby, the guy sits next to me. He takes out his dick, getting himself hard
as he watches me being sucked.
“This young man needs
your help,” I tell Kane, guiding his head over to the slowly engorging cock
next to me. He takes the guy into his
mouth, not even fully looking at him.
Kane is in service mode. And he
gets the guy hard. Fast. I suggest the new guy fuck Kane’s ass. But I sense the cubby guy would rather have
me do that to him.
“Thanks,” the guy pants
out. “But I don’t want to shoot yet.” He stands up and pulls himself together
before exiting the room.
Another guy is here—watching
the cub leave. He’s around my age. He gestures to the spot the cub just vacated,
silently asking my permission to join us.
I nod. He unzips before sitting
down. Kane is right there, taking the
new dick into his mouth. And this guy’s
a grower. In just moments. it is a
thickish seven-incher. I smile. I get up off the couch and play with Kane’s
wet ass. He groans around the dick in
his mouth. I lube up and push in.
Seven-Incher loves
this. I am fucking Kane down onto his
dick. Kane actually gags—something I’ve
never heard. He pulls off the guy.
“Please…” He turns to
look at me. “I just need a minute. I shot a little…” He disengages from us and goes to the
restroom. Seven-Incher smirks and takes
off.
The Cub comes in. “You can fuck me if you have a condom.”
I dig one out and roll it
on. He bares his beefy ass and I spend a
few moments licking it before I fuck him.
He groans and does a hit of poppers.
In moments, he has shot his load into his free hand.
Kane is back. And ready.
He looks like he’d like a turn on the Cub—but then sees my condom as I
pull out. The Cub takes off. I dispose of the Magnum.
“I’m fine now,” Kane
tells me. He bends, standing, holding
onto the arm of the sofa.
I begin eating his butt
again. Seven-Incher pokes his head
in. Kane waves him in.
“You top?” I ask.
The guy nods.
“Then fuck his ass. And you can load him.”
Seven-Incher almost pushes
me out of the way he is so eager. I
offer him lube. He slathers some on and
enters Kane. A little roughly. Kane groans and takes it. “Breed me for Daddy…” he whispers.
Seven-Incher looks at
me. “Yeah, I want to fuck in your cum,
man.”
“Fuck, yes…” the guy mutters. He picks up the pace. “You want it, kid?”
“Breed me. Fill me up!!”
“Oh, fuck…Yes!” And the guy is dropping his load deep inside
Kane. Each cock spasm registers on his
face. He pulls out the moment he’s
done. He stands to the side, a look of wonder
on his face as I kneel and bury my tongue in Kane’s ass.
“Can you taste that big
load?” Kane grates out.
I make some sort of
affirmative noise, as I certainly can. The
man’s hot cum is pooling on my tongue. I
try not to swallow, but I lose that battle.
I spit into Kane’s hole and stand up.
I slide in. Heaven. Fresh cum is the perfect lube. I fuck Kane.
Hard and fast. The guy stops mopping
at his dick head to watch us. In moment’s
I am there. I am doubling the load in
his ass. I hold on to Kane’s hips as I spurt
into him.
I catch my breath and
pull out. Kane swivels and cleans me off. “Daddy!
You want….”
He doesn’t finish the
sentence. I kneel and Kane pushes his
cock into my mouth. It’s not a big load—but
a tasty one—and one that knocks the wind out of him.
I stand up and we
hug. Seven-Incher takes off while Kane
and I just grin...
*
We are back on the road
an hour after I entered the place. The snow
starts falling as I’m halfway home…
A link to Kane’s first
trip to the bookstore: Whoring Out Kane’s Hairy Ass
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