Near Home—January, 2026
When you are out cruising,
sometimes you can bump into the right people and everything is amazing. Sometimes it is just one (or two) to make for
a good time. But there are times when it
is absolutely awful.
Thursday afternoon has
been a good day for me at my local bookstore.
I often bumped into Cute College Boy on that day. But on the second Thursday
of January, there was no one there with who I wanted to play—and no one who
wanted to play with me.
There was a decent
looking guy jerking when I arrived. He stopped
moments later and fell asleep. There was
an older man who had on a children’s diaper—and he was showing it off proudly. A super hot Black guy came in, took one look
at us and left. The last man in the room
was also jerking, but I knew that he was a ‘don’t touch me’ guy.
I stayed maybe 30 minutes
and it never got better. Home I went.
Lansing—January, 2026
But for my Saturday night,
just two days later, everything was right.
Kane, the hairy young man I met at the house party orgy some time back, wanted
to go the big Lansing playspace. I loved
that idea, especially when he told me he was in the mood to be whored out
again. We agreed on a time and I arrived
at the venue a little early. Men were
milling around and little play was happening.
Kane arrived—and we changed that…
I take Kane back near the
sling and fuckbench. I sit on the couch in
front of the gloryhole booths and open my fly.
Probably 20 guys are now watching Kane go down on my hard cock. There are two chairs near the couch, each has
a man openly masturbating to us. Kane
stops for just a second so he can open his own fly. His thick, curved cock springs out and he
fists it as he continues to suck me.
One of the guys in the chairs
is a thick bear of a man—not remotely sloppy, but big—ex-football type. He makes eye contact with me. I nod and pat the sofa seat to the left of
me. He comes over, pushes his jeans to
his ankles and strokes. It’s not a big
cock—but I love the contrast as I nudge Kane over to service the guy. He grins up at me before he crawls over and swallows
down the guy’s dick. I watch for a
moment, then get behind Kane and pull his pants off his ass. I hunker down and begin licking his hairy
crack as he sucks the stranger.
“Tell me I can fuck him,”
groans the bear. I come up and nod. The three of us go to the fuck bench. It is inside a cage. You can close the cage door for privacy, but
I leave it wide open. Kane is on the
very hard bench, his fabulous ass on display.
Guys stand on the outside of the cage and ogle him. Half the guys are stroking. I hand my lube to the bear and he greases up
and slide in.
“Holy fuck!” he groans.
He begins pounding into
Kane. He won’t last long at this
rate. In moments he is howling out his
orgasm. He stays inside Kane to marinate
for a moment, then pulls out. He sees me
on my knees and watches and as I taste his load leaking from Kane’s ass.
Load One.
We move to the much more
comfortable sling. I fuck Kane, using
the Bear’s cum for lube. I can’t help
but groan.
There is a white guy in
his fifties, jerking to us. He comes
into the cage. I ask if he wants to go
next. He wants to suck Kane’s hard,
dripping dick. We let him for a moment. Then he steps back and jerks to the next
fuck.
A real boy-next-door guy
asks if he can take a turn. He’s white,
late 30’s and hot. I pull out and he
slides right in. I watch the look of
sheer joy on his face. He fucks a couple
of strokes and pulls out. “Don’t want to
shoot yet—but I will.”
I go back up Kane,
fucking him. Slow and deliberate. The stroker moves in and uses Kane’s poppers without
asking. He suddenly shoots all over Kane’s
chest. I mop it up with my fingers and
coat my cock with copious load. I fuck
the seed into him. (The spectators are
abuzz with that move.) I fuck. And pull out and lick his ass clean of stray
cum.
Load Two.
Boy-next-door is back. He fucks a few strokes and once again pulls
out, right on the edge of shooting. He disappears. I fuck Kane once more.
The bear who started it
all is watching us. He tells a tall guy
he needs to fuck Kane. I hear it and nod
to him. He makes towards the cage door,
but Boy-Next-Door is back. He sinks into
Kane’s wet ass with a sigh.
“Give it to me, man,”
Kane mumbles. The slight encouragement
sends BND over the edge. He delivers a
massive load into Kane. He even allows
me to clean his cock as he pulls out. I
clean up Kane’s swelling ass lips. That’s
when I sense how much seed is in the young man.
Load Three.
The tall, built guy comes
into the cage. I stand up. “I want to see your cock go into him first,” Tall
Guy murmurs. I am happy to oblige. I tell him Kane’s hole is incredibly creamy. He finally taps me on the shoulder, ready to
feel it for himself. He glides in. It’s the biggest dick of the night—that isn’t
mine—and Kane’s eyes get big.
“You weren’t kidding,”
the new fucker gasps. “So fuckin’ wet.”
He fucks a few more strokes. Kane bears down, squeezing the big dick
railing him. He makes the guy give him
load number four. Tall and Built understands
my need to clean his cock. He lets
me. I am so turned-on, I stand up and thrust
into Kane.
I fuck him hard. Kane stops touching his dick. I keep fucking—and in another few moments he
has a hand free orgasm. All over that
hot, hairy chest. I bend to lick it up,
with my dick still inside him.
Kane asks for a break.
He cleans up a
little. We wander.
“I think I can still take
your load,” he tells me. He doesn’t want
it so public. We try fucking in a GH
booth, but it’s awkward.
“Let’s go back to the
sling, but I’ll close the door so no one else can come in.”
That works. We have a few voyeurs, but we tune them out. I eat his hole for a long time. I get a trickle of cum into my mouth every time
I stick it into him.
I stand up. I’m ready.
It’s a short fuck. He actually
makes squishy sounds as I rail him. His
erection has returned and he jerks himself.
“Please breed me…”
Magic words. I shoot and give him his last load of the
night…
*
There is a slight addendum. Kane was gone, with a long drive home. I needed to let my head clear before I took
off. I sat in the comfortable chair in
the black out room. A guy came in. He had a great dick. I could just make it out with the light from
the door behind him.
“I saw you guys,” he
whispered. He must have been sitting in
the main lobby when I walked into the room, as he certainly couldn’t see me now. My mouth was all over this guy’s dick. “I don’t fuck guys—but he was damn hot.”
I tried to grunt some
sort of affirmative. But he went right on. “Here’s the load I would have given him…”
And the ‘straight’ guy began
shooting buckets of jizz into my mouth…
