My Cock Won't Go Down (an addendum to the last post)

 Lansing—January, 2026

 

There is a brief addendum to my play at the sex club.   Getting off in Kane felt like the logical end to the last post, but while he took off for his long drive home, I lingered…

 

I sit in the main lounge, looking at the various porn playing on the three different televisions.  There really is something for everyone.  My cock is in the pouch of my jock.  I think I am just catching my breath before I head home.  I watch a guy on the screen take two dicks in his ass.  The guys are hot, of course, as it’s porn.  Then I focus on the couch below the screen.  A white guy is bent over and being railed by a tall Black man.  My cock pushes against the restraining fabric.  I free it—and it stands up.  Swaying in the breeze.  Not nearly as spent as I thought.

Well, well…

The Black man shoots his load, filling the room with his howl of pleasure.  I would love to be next up the guy—but the bottom heads for the exit.  With my cock out and swinging, I walk to the gloryhole area.  There is one booth open.  I go in and stick my dick through the hole, bending my knees awkwardly as it is very low.

The guy in the adjoining booth takes a moment to respond to it.  He strokes it.  For a couple of minutes.  I want his mouth not his hand.  I pull out.  Instantly, his ass is pressed against the hole.    I will never be able to do the knee bend and fuck.  “I’m coming over,” I tell the guy.  I go out and in his door.  He’s a white college kid and naked from the waist down.

“Yes, Sir,” he murmurs, bending over the chair.  His ass is an amazing contrast to Kane’s.  He’s all but hairless—just a little blond down in the crack.   His hole is also slightly gaping—he’s had some other cocks tonight.  I push right in.

He gasps and takes me.  He pushes back to begin the fuck when I linger for too long, just enjoying his wet hole.  I begin a slow in and out.  The smell of cum is suddenly everywhere.  He’s a load taker—and has been very successful.  My cock is frothing the cum of who knows how many men.

I fuck him harder.  My hand on his back, holding him in place.

“I want your load,” he moans.

“How many do you have?” I grunt out, not slowing my stroke.

“I lost count after four…”

It’s music to my ears.  I pull out.  My dick is covered in cum.  “Clean this up,” I bark.  He licks me clean—but not with the enthusiasm I expected.  I move back to his ass.  I go to my knees and begin tongue fucking his hole.  It’s just flowing out of him.  I lap it up.  I drool some down on my dick.

I stand back up and shove into him.  He gasps again.

“You want my load?” I hiss.

“Yes, Sir.  Give it to me!”

I pick up the pace.  My balls are churning from the unexpected felching.

“Give it to him!” says a voice from a Black guy looking through a gloryhole.  “Cum in that hot ass like I did.”

I feel my nuts tighten down.  I push deep into his slick, silky butt hole.  I groan out my second cumming of the night.  The young man milks my cock with his butt.  When I pull out, my cock is covered.  He turns and cleans me.  This time with enthusiasm.  He stands up rather shakily.   I hug him.  It surprises him.  And then he returns it, holding onto me for dear life…