Fucking Kane: "This is What I Need..."

 Lansing—January, 2026

 

I had had a very busy January.  There was an enforced pause at the end of the month when a family member was in the hospital and I spent two days there.  Fortunately, the hospital issue had the best possible outcome for all involved.  I wanted to celebrate.  And by chance, Kane sent a text.  He was horny—and wanted his fabulously hairy ass pounded.  We agreed to meet at the big sex club in Lansing where he had been gangbanged earlier in the month.  He told me he wanted a more one-on-one experience—and I was fine with that.

I arrived a little early.  I wanted time to prowl—and maybe get some warm-up head.  Just as I was about to go in, I got a text from Kane.  He was running late.  Really late. I replied, telling him what I was about to do—and that I would see him soon…

 

It’s Saturday night, so there are more straight/bi men than usual as it is a night swinging couples often appear looking for a third.  It also means the men are milling around—and not playing, but waiting.  I go into the blackout room, leaning against the wall, my cock out. 

A man comes in.  I can see nothing about him.  He feels along the wall and bumps into me.  His hand finds my cock.  He caresses it, making little mewling sounds as he does it. 

“You can suck it…”

He let’s go as if it were a live wire and stumbles out of the room.  My eyes are growing accustomed to the lack of light.  I now see the silhouette of a thin guy come in.  He finds me and strokes me.  He takes out his dick—and I take a turn stroking his cock.  I kneel and take him into my mouth.  He sighs and begins fucking my face in a slow, sensual rhythm.  I am sure this is the same young Black man I’ve sucked here on previous visits. 

He is juicing up now.  His breathing changes.  He is on the edge of orgasm—and pulls out of my mouth.  It’s too early in his evening to shoot.  He takes off.

I stay awhile longer, but no one else ventures in.  I make the tour of the gloryhole booths, the video lounge where a Transwoman is getting fucked bent over the couch.  Two guys are waiting in line for her ass, but she’s insisting on condoms—so I keep going with my tour.

I bump into Julian—the guy with reddish blond hair that I fuck at the bookstore close to home.  He is here with a friend.  I tell him about Kane.  Julian is a true vers—and a hot, hairy ass sounds great to him.  I agree to find him when Kane arrives.

But he’s still not here.  Julian finds me again in ten minutes or so.  Julian suggests I fuck him until Kane arrives.  I agree.  We find an alcove off the main lounge.  There is a chair there for Julian to kneel on.  He strips and presents me with his full, thick ass.  I go to my knees and chow down.  A guy who is a friend of Julian’s watches me, stroking his cock.  But soon he’s paying no attention as he has a cocksucker at his feet.

I stand up and slide in.

“I always forget just how big you are…” Julian moans.  I slap his ass and begin to fuck.  The sound attracts a man from the lounge.  He comes into his alcove and takes out his dick. 

“Make him suck it,” I tell the guy, as if Julian doesn’t love cock in his mouth. 

The guy eagerly gives Julian his cock.  I love to see a guy used at both ends.  We are both fucking into Julian at very different speeds.  I am doing slow, long strokes while the guy in his mouth is fucking into him like a jack rabbit.

“You wanna fuck his ass?”

The guy slows his pummeling of Julian’s mouth for a moment and considers it.  But he’s too close to shooting.  He just picks up the tempo and gives Julian the load down his throat…

*

Julian has gone home happy before Kane shows up.  We find each other quickly.  I suggest the sling.  He asks for a more private place.  I suggest I close the door of the cage so men can only watch—not touch.  But we end up in one of the larger gloryhole booths.  He loses his sweat pants and underwear and kneels on the chair.  I go to work on his hairy ass with my tongue.  I lick every inch of the furred valley between his butt cheeks before zeroing in on his hole.  It flowers open easily.  I tongue fuck him.

I am aware that a man is peering at us through the glory hole.  The guy watches me stand up and slide into Kane’s ass.  The guy behind the wall stands up and pushes his dick through the hole.  It is inches from Kane’s face, but he ignores it.  I am surprised, but kind of pleased that he really wants to just concentrate on me.

I speed up the fuck, making Kane moan.  “Daddy…” he croons, “this is what I need…”

I keep fucking into his hot and now very juicy hole.  I pull out and Kane spins to suck my cock.  “Lick me clean,” I tell him (and for our eavesdropper behind the wall, who is now watching again.)

I pull out of his mouth and kneel behind him.  I tongue his well fucked ass.  I love how he self-lubes.  I force myself to stop eating his hole and fuck it once more.

This time when I pull out, he cleans me again and asks to find another place to fuck.  I suggest the alcove where I fucked Julian—as the chair there is padded and more comfortable. 

Once there, this time Kane gets fully naked.  He’s about to kneel on the chair, when I stop him.  I sit and swivel around so my legs hang over the back of the chair and my head rests on the seat.  “Now sit on my face.”  He does.  I love that his hairy ass is all but cutting off my air as I tongue him.  It’s likely hard on Kane’s legs.  I double tap his hip to get him to stand up.  He does—and we change places.  He kneels and I fuck him.  Hard and fast.  A few guys watch us, but I don’t let them touch him.

I pull out and bring my cock to his mouth.  He cleans me—with a big grin on his face.  He has a long drive home (he was in town seeing a platonic friend) and wants to get off and hit the road.

“Where’s the dark room you told me about.  I’d love for you to breed me there.” 

He puts his sweatpants back on and we go across the lounge and into the dark room.  We find the chair back behind the wall with the gloryhole in it.  He sits and sucks my cock for a long time.  This is getting me close.  “Now breed me,” me hisses, moving around into a kneeling position on the chair.

I sink into him.  I begin a slow fuck.  It builds quickly.  I hear him beat his own ample cock.  His breath becomes ragged.

“Shoot, Daddy.  I want your cum!”

I pick up the pace even more.  I hear him do the same with his hand.

“Oh, fuck…” I groan.

He erupts on the seat of the chair.  His ass squeezes me with each of his spurts.  It sends me over the edge, flooding his guts with my creamy seed…