Chicago—November, 2025
(This picks up where we
left off in the last post…)
My tongue can’t really
tell if there’s cum in this ass, but my cock loves the idea. It drips and I smear it around the head. I stand up and enter the guy. Only then do I see the tats and recognize that
I’m fucking Sean Harding. His generous
ass envelops every inch of my cock.
He lazily looks back to
see who is filling his butt. He nods to
me and then looks away, a look of satisfaction on his face. I pick up my speed. My balls are slapping his gorgeous ass. I slow—and then pull out. I go to my knees again. Now I know there is a load in there. It is trickling out of him. I lick it up before I begin tongue fucking
him again.
When I stand up to fuck,
I notice another man jerking his cock as he watches me.
“Do you want to take a
turn?” I ask him.
He nods. I step to the side. The guy sinks into Sean. He moans.
He fucks him fast and hard. Sean pushes
back on the guy—and gets another load.
The guy vocalizes his orgasm, holding onto Sean’s hips for dear
life. He pulls out the moment he can
breathe again. He won’t let me clean his
cock, but I have a feast of cum out of Sean’s ass. I make sure to save some of the jizz—and fuck
it deeper into the handsome man…
*
Keshawn finds me one more
time. This time we use a spanking bench. It’s easy, with his long legs, to bend over
and just use it as support. I love how
stretched his hole is. He’s taken a lot
of cock tonight. And I’ve seen him using
his big dick on a lot of men. I spend quite
some time on my knees, eating him out and making him moan.
I stand up and slide
in. It’s an easy glide, he’s awash with
lube and spit and, maybe, a load. I pump
in and out—using my full length. I slap
his generous butt cheek. The thwack is a
nice accent to the sexual soundscape of the busy room. I pull out, go to my knees and begin to
tongue fuck him. Keshawn squirms, then reaches
back and helps spread his left cheek open so I can go deeper.
Cum oozes from him. I am not greedy. I sample some, but then work it back into him
with my tongue. I spit into his ass,
stand up and push the rest of the cum back into his butt—as deep as my cock can
get it…
*
“There you are.”
It’s a handsome man who’d
found me on BBRT a few days ago. We’d
chatted. He was a reader—and he wanted
to buy one of my jocks. I had brought
one for him. I had done the party so far
with it stuck in the back waistband of my chaps. I pull it out and he opens the bags and drinks
in the musky smell of my dick—and all the ass juices the fabric has collected.
“Perfect,” he tells me
and hands me the bills. I stuff them in my
sock. He has a great ass on him, but
right now, he wants to go put his new purchase in the bag with his clothes. But he finds me again as soon as that’s accomplished. “I’m tight, but I want that cock.”
We are at the same fuck
bench where I fucked Sean Harding. He
gets up on it—his ass is gorgeous and full, an athlete’s ass. I kneel and go to work. He responds to the invasion of my tongue with
a low moan. He reaches back and spreads
his full cheeks. I tongue fuck him for a
long time—making my dick the hardest it’s been all night.
I stand up. I work my cockhead into him. And then out.
Then in again. He’s tight. I begin to talk to him in a low voice,
telling him of how long I wore the jock that is now his, and how it had been to
a Fornication Weekend. I’m honestly just
chatting to take his mind off my cock.
And it works. Every inch of me is
deep inside him now.
I wait. And begin to fuck. He’s great at squeezing down on me. His ass has a real ‘conversation’ with my
cock. A guy is watching us. I let him takes a turn. I have opened him nicely for his much thinner
cock. I go back up him, after the new
guy pulls out and goes off.
“So full…” says the
bubble butted guy.
And he’s right…
*
I love Fornication and
really go out of my way to fuck anyone who wants me. I fuck men my age. I fuck guys who are just 21. And every age in between. I fuck heavy
men. Skinny guys. Guys of all races. Anyone who craves cock in their ass.
I find the guy who bought
the jock on a new fuck bench, one that faces another. On the second bench is a guy who is
incredibly hairy. I eat out this new man
and watch the jock buyer take a guy inside him.
That fucker looks at me, and after a few minutes, we nod to each other
and switch partners. We groan as we each
enter the new ass—their asses are so different.
One hairy, one smooth. One wide
open, the other a great muscle butt. The
other top and I can’t get enough of the differences. We keep pulling out and switching guys. We go
round and round, enjoying the two men until, finally, we stop and let others in
to play.
But 15 minutes later, I’m
back and do the same thing with another top...
*
It’s getting late—at least
for me. Keshawn finds me and wonders if
I have a load for him. I actually think
I do. We find an empty sling. He jumps in and I eat his ass. He’s been busy since I last tasted him. He must have several loads in him now. My cock is rampant, tasting those other men
inside him. I stand up and slide
in. He grunts and begins beating his
dick. I fuck. I try to start slow, but I can’t. My hips are in control—and I let them go to
work. I let out a moan, barely conscious
that I’m doing it. My cock begins spitting out a load. It’s not a nerve shattering orgasm, but my
balls need release. I try to fuck in the
cum I’ve just shot in him—but can only manage a few strokes. I pull out and sample it. He’s nicely loaded. He takes off, with a hug, and I sit in a dark
corner, letting my cock recover.
I actually close my eyes
for a moment. I think about the whole night. As I think of the men and wet asses I’ve had,
my cock shows signs of life. I really do
want a full-fledged, every nerve on fire, orgasm.
I find one of the men I have
been inside repeatedly over the course of the night. He’s in his early 40’s well-built and can’t
get enough cock. He looks like he’s just
about to get out of the sling. I ask if
he would like my load.
“Hell, yes! I’ve got at
least four in there for you.”
I kneel. He takes poppers. My tongue slips into his gaping hole. He is awash with cum. Perfect.
Just what I need. I lap at
it. He moans. “Like those loads, daddy? I want yours, too…”
I stop licking at his
creamy insides and stand up. My cock is
ready. I plunge in. The amount of cum in him makes for an incredibly
juicy fuck. Each stroke pulls some
out. The squishy sound of my fucking
turns both of us on. I fuck. And fuck.
And…explode.
I don’t know how much jizz
I shoot in him, maybe not much, but the feeling is there. My body is wracked with the force of the orgasm
and I hold onto the sling frame for support.
I let go and collapse on his chest.
His arms wrap around me.
Strangers three and a half hours ago, but not now.
“Damn, Daddy…”
I smile. The perfect summation of my entire evening…
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