Chaining Up Jake

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The Bucket List

A group of people I was working with began talking about their bucket lists.  The group came up with lots of the usual—world travel, things to accomplish in the next 10 years, watching whales from cruise ships, etc. 

But when I came home that night, I began thinking about my sexual bucket list.  I realized I am in a very good place with that.  I have done just about anything and everything I want to do.  There is extreme stuff I have never done, but I have little desire to go there just so I can say “Well, I have branded one guy.  The sizzling flesh didn’t do much for me, but he got off on it.”

There are sexual venues I would like to visit.  321 Slammer, the infamous sex club in Fort Lauderdale, would be at the top of the list.    Likely finally ending up at Wet N Hot, the huge piss party in Palm Springs, is another.

But for sex acts, there is one thing I would love to try…

I would love to have an orgy of 6 to 8 men where we are totally covered in lube.  The porn that inspired it is a fisting video (the Fisting Underground trio from Dark Alley.)  It would be great if fisting was on the menu as well, but I’d be happy with a bunch of versatile men who are slipping and sliding as we fuck.  The practicalities of where to do it and the clean up makes it not likely to be fulfilled immediately, but you never know…

So think about it…what’s on your personal sexual bucket list…???

A Quick (But Juicy) 40 Minutes

My Playroom—March, 2025

 

Kieran, the married cocksucker, was horny.  He let me know.  Repeatedly.  The texts just kept coming.  He has only two days in the week he can sneak away.  Unfortunately, I had them booked.  But I told him I could play either of those days the next week.  He instantly set the date and time.

On the designated day, he parked in my driveway five minutes ahead of schedule.  I was ready with all the towels in place and the lube laid out.  We chatted as we walked down the steps to the playroom.  I asked if he had been to the bookstore lately.  (It is where we met.)  He hadn’t.  He wasn’t a huge fan of the new set up all in one room (which I kinda love.)  And he hated how the gay couple I often see there got to everyone he was interested in before he did (which made me sorta smile.)

He stripped down to athletic socks and sat on the bed…

 

I hang my bathrobe on the doorknob.  I have put on a jock that has not seen much service.  (It’s been handy to keep at least one fairly scent free.)  I stand before him.  Kieran twists my cock out of the pouch.   It plumps in his hand.  It grows hard and sturdy in his talented mouth.

I idly play with his hairy chest as he licks my cock head.  His tongue swirls round and round it.  My piss slit begins to drip precum.  I look down.  His short cock has hardened, pulling back the foreskin.  His left hand begins jerking and squeezing it as he sucks me.

To vary things a little, a begin a slow face fuck.  Kieran takes it willingly.  I can tell he likes it as his hand on his dick moves faster.  I build up the speed.  I stop, deep in his throat and he takes over.  He pulls me back out and his tongue is all over my head and shaft.  Finally, I pull it totally out of his mouth. 

“Balls.”

I take a step closer to him.  I hold onto my cock and give him access to my nuts.  They pull up a little as his tongue flicks over them.  He carefully sucks each in turn into his mouth—the suction gentle, the tongue caressing.  He licks the bottom of my cockring.

“Let me have that cock again.”

And he starts all over again.  He is in no hurry to get his ass pounded today.  He sucks.  He deep throats.  He goes back to my balls.  I am on the verge of asking if I can lie down on the bed so he can continue that way, when he says “I better get in the sling or I’ll shoot.”

He gets up on the sling and I get his ankles in the stirrups.  I kneel and taste his hole.  He has been busy with his toy at home, for his ass lips are very pronounced, even before I work on them.  I burrow in, loving the feel of the swollen flesh on my tongue and, eventually, in my mouth.  He moans.  I am more than ready to fuck, but I spend a few more minutes with my tongue in his ass.

I stand up and push in.  I watch his face.  As he relaxes, I begin to saw in and out.  Slowly.  Deliberately.  His eyes are on the mirror above him, watching my cock open his hole.  Kieran reaches for his own cock and then thinks better of it the moment he touches it.  He lets go and closes his eyes to concentrate on the fuck.

I pull out and go to my knees.  I hungrily take those swollen ass lips into my mouth.  He sighs and I moan.  I tongue them, loving the freshly fucked feel of them.  His asscunt is juicy—and I spend long minutes fucking him with my tongue.

I stand up.  My cock is freshly lubed.  I plunge into him.

“Fuck, you feel even bigger…”

And I think I am; the tongue fucking has gotten me really, really hard.  His hand goes to his dick.  I increase the speed of the fuck.  Kieran squeezes his oozing dick.  Repeatedly.

“Oh, hell….” And he shoots.

I slow down.  I know from experience he can’t take a fucking once he’s shot.  I swipe my hand through the puddle of his cum.  I smear it on his hole.  I go to my knees and begin eating his ass again.  I suckle on those cummy, full ass lips.  And jerk.  I surprise myself and think I might just get off this way.  I keep working and finally manage to get both of his ass lips into my mouth at the same time.

Bingo!

I stand up and slide into him easily.  In three or four strokes I am filling his ass with my seed.  Kieran is surprised—and pleased.  I marinate in his ass a bit, before reaching for a towel…

I glance at my phone.  Forty minutes from start to juicy finish…

Showing Off for an Audience

 Near Home—March, 2025

 

You would have thought I would be sated after my terrific time with Keith.  Seemingly not.  The next day I went in search of more fun…

 

I arrive after lunch.  I walk into the theatre space.  I join seven other men.  I don’t know any of them.  I pass a very handsome Latino in his early 30’s leaning on the wall by the restroom door.  He is watching the straight porn avidly and groping a mound in his trousers.  A Black man is at the corner near the Latino.  He has his dick out and is stroking it.  Two cubby men are doing the same, but nowhere near each other.  The other three are kneading mounds of cock and balls still covered by their pants. I sit in my usual spot and take out my erection.

All the men are now eyeing each other, except the Latino. He has proceeded to take out a long, thin dick and jerks to the screen where a hung guy is fucking between a woman’s massive breasts.  The rest of us are glancing at the screen and at each other.  No one is ready to make the first move.

I stroke and decide enough is enough.  I nod to the slightly shorter cubby guy.  He responds by standing up and kneeling in front of me.  He swallows me down.  It’s nothing special, but it breaks the ice for the day.  The Latino leaning on the wall can’t seem to believe sex is happening right in front of him.  He tries to keep looking at the screen, but keeps turning his head to watch us, too. My cocksucker tires fast.  He gets up and sits down in his place.  He jerks his dick furiously.

I look at the other cub.  A little younger and a little plumper.  He nods at me.  I nod back.  I beat him to the draw and get up and suck his regulation sized cock.  In moments he pleads with me to stop.  I do.  We reverse.  I sit in his seat and he sucks me until he shoots on the floor.  I get up, letting my hard, wet dick swing free, and go to the restroom to piss.  The Latino can’t take his eyes off it as I pass.

I piss and come back out, passing the jerking Latino again.  “Damn…” he whispers.  I smile at him and sit back in my regular seat.  I watch the shorter cubby guy get up and head to the restroom.  On his way back, the Latino stops him and they have a long, whispered exchange.  When they finish, the cub comes over to me.

“That guy,” he tells me, gesturing with his head, “wants to watch me suck you. That ok?”

“Sure.”

He kneels and takes me in his mouth once again.  The Latino is now watching us, not the video.  He stays at the same wall, jerking his larger than average cock.  The guy sucking me is fine, but the idea that we’re doing it to please someone else really elevates it.

The Black guy, who has never looked at anyone, suddenly stands up and shoots on the floor.  He leaves, vacating the chair nearest where the Latino is standing.  “Why don’t we give him a better show?  Let’s move closer.”

The Cub likes this idea.  We go over.  Now the Latino can stand near his wall and be right over my shoulder to watch everything.  I hear his hand on his juicy dick.  It makes hot squishy noises on each stroke.  The Cub is really getting into the blowjob.  He sucks and licks, constantly pulling off me to show the Latino the size of my cock and how deep he just took it in his throat.

A new guy comes into the room.  He is mid 30’s, white and with a pronounced receding hairline.  He sits next to me, taking out his dick and jerking.  He soon asks the Cub if he can have a turn.  I am surprised when he agrees.  He makes room for the new guy, who is a little younger and, it turns out, a better cock sucker.

The idea of a new man on my dick makes the Latino work his own dick faster.

I ruffle the hair of my new cocksucker.  I am surprised by the Latino bending down and whispering in my ear.  “I want to cum on your dick.  Yes?”

I nod.  “I’m sure one of these guys will lick it off.”

He nods repeatedly before he says “But not yet.”

The Cub wants back on my cock.  The new guy stands up and gives me his cock to suck while I’m being serviced.  Again, the Latino is beside himself that I am actually a sucking a cock right in front of him.  He beats his dick faster, if that’s possible.

I really love this scene.  It’s fun and slightly different.  And I love showing off.

The door opens.  In walks Road Worker.  He sees me and smirks.  He walks around the Cub on his knees.   RW strips off his pants.  Then his shirt.  He bends, jutting his butt out by leaning on the chair next to me.  “Put that cock where it belongs,” he rasps out.

The guy in my mouth moves aside instantly.  The Cub gets up, knowing intuitively I am going fuck. He stands next to the guy who was just in my mouth.  They jerk in unison as I stand up and smear lube on my cock.

The Latino moves away from his wall to get a better angle.  “Fuck his ass,” he whispers. 

I let Road Worker take a deep hit of poppers.  I push into him.  Just as roughly as the last time I fucked him.  He loves it.  His cock bounces as I fuck.

“Breed him,” says the Cub.

“Fuck, yeah!” says the new guy, stroking along with my thrusts.

“Fuck that whore.”  This is from a guy who has been here all this time and watched the whole scene.  The fuck has made him come over to us and take his dick out.  I look at the four men stroking to my fuck.  I pull my cock out so they can all see the length of it.  I shove it right back in, fucking Road Worker still harder.  And deeper.

“FUCK!”  Road Worker whines. 

“You want my cum?  I grate out.

He nods and fumbles for the poppers.  I slow down and let him inhale.  I speed up the moment the cap is replaced.

“Take it,” I mumble.  The thrusts speed up.  I am so close.  And I love having guys watch this so avidly.  And…I’m there.  I blast into his guts with I don’t know how many spurts.  I hold his hips as Road Worker shoots all over the floor, milking my dick with his ass, whether he wants to or not.  I close my eyes and hold him onto me until he stops shaking.

When I open my eyes, the floor is awash with cum.  I don’t know how many of my spectators shot…

But the Latino beat me into the restroom…

Keith and His Talented Tongue (and Ass!)

 Saugatuck—March, 2025

When I came home from Ross’ house, I left the sling, bagged and ready, in the living room.  At the end of the week, I had been invited to go to Keith’s house on the west coast of Michigan.  It was only fair that I make the trip as he had come to me for our last play session.

I drove over on Friday.  I had added the rimseat as well the sling, since we both love to eat ass.  I found his large home easily.  The last time I had been there was when Tall Top and Tim had joined us.  (I will link that meet at the end.)  I had tried to get them for today, but they were on an extended vacation out of state.

I set up the equipment quickly.  The rimseat was placed near a king-sized bed in another room.  The sling was in the main room where Keith had also set up two benches we could press into service for fucking. 

We strip down, me to jock and socks and Keith to fully naked.  He suggests the massive bed…

 

“Just lie back.  You had that long drive…”

I lie down and spread my legs.  One of the handsomest men I know crawls between them.  My jock pouch plumps just looking at him. He inhales deeply.  He sighs at the heady aromas of my sweat and sex.  He licks it tentatively.  It turns him on.  He repeats it again and again before finally pulling back the fabric and letting my erection stand up.  He kisses the drooling head, but then ignores my cock.  He licks my balls.  It’s my turn to sigh.  His thick tongue covers every inch of the hairy sack.  He sucks them individually into his mouth, tugging at them with the lightest suction. 

Keith moves to the fold where my leg meets my groin.  He licks and licks.  It gets wet—and then he licks all that up with his tongue.  He does it to the other side, too.  It feels terrific and it is exquisite agony that he is ignoring my demanding dick.  He moves up and finally licks the length of my cock, mopping up a new drop of precum.  He doesn’t linger on my shaft, he moves to my perineum, lifting my balls and digging his tongue above and below my cock ring.  He bathes the entire area.  He goes down my taint, but deliberately does not lick my tight pucker.  He teases it with the merest flick of his talented tongue before working back up to my balls.

Finally, he goes up my shaft once again, ovals his mouth and takes me to the root.  He pulls off me, panting, before doing it again. I glance over at a clock on the nightstand.  He has been worshiping me with his mouth for a good half hour.  And it has been utter bliss.  He goes down on me once more.  I fuck up into his mouth, making him take every inch.

“I need to eat your hot ass.”

He moves to the end of the bed, kneeling and expectant.  I kneel on the rimseat mat and it’s the perfect height to dig my tongue into him.  He moans and I try to give him every bit as much pleasure as he just gave to me.  I lick and spit and drill it into him.  I lick up and down his hairy crack.  My tongue flicks the backside of his balls.  I even pull his hard cock down and get a dollop of precum on my tongue.  I fuck it into his now slightly gaping hole.

I stand up.  My cock is rampant.  I can’t wait to slide it into Keith.  But on his knees, he is too tall.  He moves so he is standing and his chest is pressed to the mattress.  I push in.  I watch my entire length disappear. 

Keith groans.  “Fuck me, Sir!”

I hold a moment.  I feel his ass give.  I begin to fuck.  Slow and steady.  Long strokes.  I love watching my cock go in and out of him.  I build the pace.  My cock is pummeling him now.  Hard.  I slow and pull out.

“Taste your ass…”

He spins and cleans my cock.

I lie down on the bed again.  “Ride me.”

“Which way?”

“I want to see your face.”

He kneels, legs on either side of me.  He lowers himself onto my cock.  I love watching his face go from concentration to surprise to pure pleasure.  He bounces, being careful to never go too high to disconnect.

We reverse.  He slams himself down on me again and again.

He rolls off me and I fuck him on his side, arms around his chest and pressing his back to me.

“Sling time.”

We get up.  We both have some water and Keith gets in the sling.  I rim him again.  Briefly.  To get my cock as hard as possible again.  I sink into him.  Keith is staring at the mirror.  He loves watching his ass be split in two with my dick.  I pull out and have him lick me once more.  I now fasten the stirrups behind his head, sliding them down to his knees.  This tilts his ass up and off the sling.  I feast on the now spread wide hole.

And fuck it.  Hard and fast.  His ass is getting very wet and begins to make squishy sounds from all the natural lube.  He cleans me once more.

“Let’s try your benches.  One is the curved bench we had used during the orgy.  Keith leans on it and presents his beautiful ass in my direction.  I do a quick lick and a hard fuck. 

The other is two stools with a board between them, covered by a blanket.  Keith steps across the board, jutting his ass out.  His chest rests on the board.  I eat and fuck.  Fuck and eat.  Relishing the freshly fucked hole.

“You need to eat my ass now,” I tell him.

We decide on the sling.  I get in and close my eyes.  He spends almost as long pleasuring my pucker as he did while licking me on the bed.  He can’t get enough.  I do one hit of poppers, but no more.  I want to feel his tongue’s every move.  He licks and spit and does everything to me with his mouth that I have done to him.

I finally stop him, as I want his butt again.  We move to the rimseat.

We have a moment where we both move to raise the seat, to get under it.  I prevail.  I tell him the usual—in his own time after I get him good and wet, to ride my cock for a bit and sit back on the seat. 

He nods and I lie down.  He sits, spreading his cheeks open for me with the seat.  I dig in.  His ass lube is sweet and wonderful.  I lick and tongue fuck him.  Without any warning he gets up and sits on my cock.  He rides.  Hard.  “Fuck, I could shoot right now…” he moans.  But he doesn’t.  He brings his freshly fucked hole back to my face.  I lick up all the juices…and it makes me want to cum.

“Lean on the bed,” I tell him, slightly muffled with his ass so close to my face.

He gets up and complies.

I don’t even eat him again.  I push my cock into his battered hole.  Over and over.

“Use me!”

“Fuck, yes!” I grunt.

“Cum in my hole!” 

I pick up the pace.

“Please…Sir.”

That ‘Sir’ does it for me.  I unleash my pent-up load.  I hadn’t shot with Ross, so it’s a week’s worth of jizz that I fire into him.  I marinate a long time as he strokes himself.

“I could have cum three times on the seat or your cock, but I can’t quite now.”

I rock into him gently.  He strokes.  But then decides to save that pleasure for later.  I pull out and taste my load.  I let him keep what I blew in him deep.  I just lick up the escaping jizz.  I bring it to his mouth and we kiss…

*

These two never get old…

 

Keith Hosts with His Hole  Part One

Keith Hosts with His Tongue  Part Two

Rosebud

 North of Home—March, 2025

 

I first met Ross in August of 2015.  We have played sporadically all these years.  Of all the fist players I know, Ross is the man with the largest rosebud.  It flowers open easily.  I love that he has such control he can fuck my mouth with it as I rimmed him.

We have met a little less these last few years as he is in a very demanding job.  Matching up times we can meet has been difficult.  He also found a great fisting bud who lives quite close to him—which made it easier for him to get the sex he craves twice a week.

But that changed on the Monday after the last post.  I packed the sling and went north.  Halfway there I cursed myself for not packing any of the sizable toys from the playroom.  I sighed, but knew that my tongue, cock and hands would work just fine…

 

Ross looks great.  Tall and lanky, a few years younger than myself.  We chat as I set up the sling in his bedroom.  There is just room for it next to the bed.  He has thrown a playsheet over his mattress.  He helps me adjust the tarp under the sling.  I add a sheet to help absorb the piss that I am likely to fist out of him as I hit his bladder.  I add the mirror above the frame so he can watch my cock and hands disappear into his depths.

Suddenly we are naked and he is kneeling in front of me.  I am naked but for the most aromatic of my jocks.  Ross inhales, loving the scent of me and of all the sex I have had in it.  He mouths the pouch, moaning slightly.  Soon enough, it is pulled to the side and he is taking my cock into his mouth.  And then his throat.  I scull fuck him for a moment.

“Get up on the bed.”

He knows just what I want.  He lies on his back and lets his head hang over the edge of the mattress.  I move in.  I make him lick my balls first.  When they are good and wet, I begin to face fuck him.  Three or four strokes and then out, to make sure I don’t gag him.

“Now let me eat that ass.”

He spins around, kneeling on the bed.  I have to stand to get my face planted between his ass cheeks for the first of countless times this afternoon.  I lick and spit.  Ross pushes a little.  The rose bud begins to emerge.  “Not yet,” I tell him.  I want to savor that moment, after I’ve fucked him.

The bed is tall, so I have him get off it.  He stands on the floor, his chest to the mattress.  I kneel and lick his hole once more before standing up and sliding in.  He squeezes down on me to welcome my cock back inside him.  I hold a moment, enjoying the sensations before I begin a slow fuck.  I speed up.  Faster and faster.  My hips slap his ass.

Ross loves to do ATM.  He spins around to lick me clean the moment I pull out.  It my turn to lie on the bed.  I guide his mouth to my balls again.  This is a much better position.  He licks and sucks—and goes under them, tonguing my cock ring. 

“Now up the shaft.”

His tongue snakes up me.  He licks the head before swallowing me to the root.  Over and over.

“Ride me.”

He clambers up on the bed and sits on my dripping cock.  I love the expression on his face—a mix of concentration and bliss.  He bounces on my dick, making us both moan.  As his legs tire, he gets up and cleans me thoroughly.

“Sling time.”

Ross gets in with no help.  Legs on the chains; no stirrups for him.  I kneel and begin to tongue fuck the hole I’d just ravaged.  Ross moans.  His rosebud emerges.  It is now huge.  It is a large pink donut.  It is so large and puffy it can’t possible fit in my mouth anymore.  But my tongue is all over it.  I lick.  He shudders.  I use my hard cock to push it back inside him.  I fuck and then add two fingers of my right hand.  Now Three.  Soon, all my fingers go it along with my dick.  I pull the dick out.  I grease up my left hand.  It goes into him easily.  My cock joins it, slipping through my open fingers deep inside him.

Now I do it with my right hand.  Ross is having wave after wave of internal orgasms.  His cock drools as well.  I mop up his juices and finger them back into him.  I love the feel of my cock surrounded by my own fingers so deep inside him.  I mention that I have never shot this way—and will, someday, but not now. 

I re-grease.  Left hand—all the way in.  And out.  And in.  The right replaces it.  In.  Out. In and the tiniest turn inside him, causing Ross to piss himself.  I repeat this process, changing hands repeatedly.

Now I go into him with my open hand and don’t let it become a fist inside him.  My fingers work deeper into him than I have ever been before, thanks to the constant play with his local partner.  My finger tips turn the corner of the ‘second hole.’  Ross shakes as he has his biggest assgasm yet…

*

I fuck him again.

I fuck him with my left hand. 

I go deep with my left, touching his most inner bits again.

We rest.

I fuck him once more. 

Now I fuck him with my bigger right hand. 

Now the fist.  I open it inside him.  I make him shake as I have never seen him before.  It’s incredibly hot that the slightest movement of my hand cam bring this on.  I try a little deeper—and am rewarded with a steady stream of piss as he shakes uncontrollably.  His rosebud emerges yet again.

“Try a double.”

I nod and regrease both hands.  I work one in flat and the other slides down the wrist of the first until both open hands are inside him, palm to palm.  I turn them slightly.  More piss from him.  I pull out one at a time.  I do it again.  The hands at a slightly different angle.  I get the same spasming result.  Now the right hand first.  The left joins it.  Turn.  And piss is running down his stomach and onto the tarp…

Each time I have gone in with doubles, my flat hands have been parallel with the floor.  Now he encourages me stretch him with my hands being vertical.  The left goes in.  Easily now.  The right slips down the wrist and joins it, palm together, but with my thumbs on top.  He groans.  A sound of pure pleasure.

As I pull out the rosebud blooms again, even bigger than before if that’s possible.

I lick it.  Savor it.

I push it gently back inside him.

We both know his hole has had more than enough for this session…

His First Rimjob

 Jackson—March, 2025

The day after breeding Julian, I was still up for sex.  The second Saturday of the month had become an advertised play party at the bookstore with all the different screens, gloryholes and the medical table.  Men came from all over southwest Michigan.  I wanted to go there again.  So I packed my lunch and hit the road…

 

The parking lot is full.  And muddy.  I finally find a space and go in.  At the door, who do I meet but the cock sucking couple.  They have driven even farther than I have to be here.  We all go in together and buy our tickets.  I open the door to the lounge for them.

It’s dark.  There are men everywhere.  The crowd near the door parts to let us come in.  I go towards the front and the couple head the other way.  The glory hole booths all have closed doors.  Men are on the slurp ramp being serviced by the men locked inside.  Two of the cabanas have the curtains drawn and the sounds of sex fill the room. The chair I often sit in has a bear in it being serviced by the Choker.  I sit in the chair next to them, haul out my cock and watch the Choker do what he does best.

When he takes a breather from the Bear, the Choker nods to me, but goes off for fresh meat.  I am surprised when the handsome bear is the one on his knees giving me some great head.  His mouth is all over my shaft and balls, with some really nice tongue work.  He has stripped to wearing nothing but shoes and a tee-shirt.  I like watching his hairy ass as he kneels in front of me, more on all fours than just on his knees.  He slows down when he realizes I’m not going to shoot and wanders off, leaving his clothes under the chair.

A short guy finds my wet dick.  He sucks me, but keeps telling me how much his wife would like my thick cock inside her.  And he would eat my load out of her.  I go ahead and give him my number (but he has never followed through.)

Shaved Head, without his partner in tow, finds me next.  He gives me a quick suck before heading off to find men he doesn’t know.

I wander to the back, where the medical table sits, unoccupied.  But there is an oral threeway happening.  I stand to the side and a mouth soon finds me.  Now it’s a fourway.  And soon five.  All around my age.  All versatile and love getting sucked as much as having a cock in their mouth.  We kneel. We stand.  We bend to the man sitting in the lone chair.  It’s fun—no one trying to get a load—just the thrill of going from cock to cock.

The group suddenly evoporates, almost as if someone threw a switch.  I bend down to get my water bottle. 

“Damn!”

It’s a young man with a long beard.  He seemingly has just arrived and is cock hungry.  I lean against the wall and invite him to suck me.  He does.  He jerks his own very tiny dick as he sucks me.  His beard feels terrific on my balls.  He takes me to the root—and he cums, shooting between my boots.  He happily takes off.

Only then do I notice the bear who gave me head earlier.  He is leaning the on the wall opposite me and has been stroking to the bearded guy sucking my cock.

“I should return the favor,” I tell him as I kneel.  I take him in my mouth.  He likes my tongue work.  I keep examining his piss slit with it and it is driving him crazy.  I move to his balls.  He groans. 

“Get back on my dick, I want to shoot.”

I go up and take my fist load of the day.  He shoots big.  The jizz pools on my tongue before I swallow.  I clean him up…

*

As I come back into the main room, I see that all three of the glory hole booths still have closed doors.  There is only one man on the slurp ramp getting head from the mouth in the middle booth.  I stick my dick through the first hole.  I wait.  Nothing.  From the sounds I hear through the plywood, guys are using it for sex, not to suck at the hole.  I move past the guy in the middle.  It’s the same with the third hole.  No action.

I find a mouth by feeding a man on the couch at the end of the ramp.  He is sitting there, so he has to be passed by every man who exits the slurp ramp.  I let him suck me.  Another man with a hard dick joins us.  As his mouth leaves me for the new cock, I continue to wander.

Then I see him.  He is the most handsome man in the room.  And knows it.  Likely 50.  In better clothes than any of us.  Rugged good looks and a full head of dark hair.  And a dick that is the twin of mine.  The Choker is on his knees in front of him—all but begging for a taste.  The guy ignores him.  The handsome guy sees me across the room.  He comes over.

“You have a big dick,” he says.  He’s even better looking up close.

“I’d say we have an even match.” 

He smirks.  “You suck?”

“Sure.”  I start for my knees, but he stops me.

“Not here.”  He leads me to a cabana.  I get on my knees and have the first taste of this fat dick.  I have to really watch my teeth.  Guys keep drawing back the curtain to watch us.  This infuriates him.  “Let’s move.”

He leads me to an open glory hole booth.  We go in.  I’m not a fan of using them for other than their purpose, but I’m willing to make an exception today.  I go to my knees.  He pushes his pants down to his knees.  I suck.  He relaxes.  His cock starts to juice up.  My tongue is very busy.

He begins to talk.  About his wife and grown kids.  About how handsome his son is.  About seeing his dad naked—and vice versa.  How his dad was pleased he’d given his son his big dick.

Then a question to me: “Have you ever fucked a guy?”

“Sure.”  I go to work on his hairy balls.

“I couldn’t do that.  To fuck him in the ass.  A guy once asked to fuck me.  I nearly belted him.”  I deliberately let a finger of my left hand touch the crack of his ass.  He keeps talking.  My finger finds the outside of his pucker and massages it.

“Now that feels good,” he mutters.

I pull off his dick. “Has a guy every licked your ass?”

“Naw…”

“There are so many nerve endings there, it feels incredible…”  I go back to sucking his cock. 

And the seed is sown.  He stops talking.  And thinks.  His dick gets still harder deep in my mouth.

Finally: “Do you do that?”

“Yes.  I lick the ass of almost every man I fuck.”  I let that settle and go back to work on his dripping cock.  “I don’t get fucked, but I let guys eat me out if they like eating ass.  It feels great.”

I deep throat him.  He pants and pulls out of me.  “I don’t want to cum yet.”  He pauses.  I look up, never leaving my knees.  I see the thought process on his face.  “I’ll try it.”

My hands go to his hips and turn him so his ass is in front of me.  “Lean on the wall and jut your ass out at me.”  His hairless butt is still in great shape.  The only hair on it is in his crack—and quite a bit ringing his hole.  My tongue dives in, running up and down his crack.  Up and down. Down and up. Up…

He pants in surprise.  “Damn…”

My tongue burrows into his pucker.  He squirms.  Then he grabs his cock.  “Yessss…” he croons.  “I like that.”  I am now tongue fucking him.  I knock his hand away from his cock.  I want this to last a bit.  I plunge in and out.  “Oh, God…Take me…”

He spins around and shoves his cock back in my mouth.  He shoots.  It feels like it will never stop.  I swallow and swallow.  I lick him clean.  He becomes embarrassed.  He barely says a word as he pulls up his pants and leaves the cubicle.

I find the Choker.  “Did you just suck off the Model?”

“You mean that good looking guy?  I did.  And I got his load.”

“Fucker,” he says good naturedly.

“And I gave him his first ass eating.”

“Now I hate you…”

“Don’t say that,” I smirk.  “Or you can’t have my piss.”

The Choker, in the middle of the room, with men milling everywhere around us, goes to his knees.  I feed him piss right there, knowing he will never spill a drop…