Shooting that Pent-Up Load

 Lansing—May, 2026

 

The next day, after my odd time at the bookstore detailed in the last post, I went farther north to the bookstore that is almost a bathhouse.  It has gloryhole booths, dark rooms, a sling and fuckbench and tons of porn.  I was pleased that the parking lot on this Saturday night was starting to fill as I got there around 8:30pm…

 

Men are roaming everywhere.  No one is staying in place long enough to connect.  The crowd is a good blend of ages.  As it’s Saturday, there are a few hetero/bi couples, as well.  I make the circuit twice and finally sit down at the porn playing near the glory holes.  I am surprised (and pleased) that it is piss porn.  I take out my cock and stroke it to full glory.  Men pause to look, but they keep walking.

From out of the milling men, one sits down in the chair next to me.  He is likely under 35, but it’s hard to tell.  His ebony skin glistens in the light emitted from the huge television screen.  He begins to chat—about this and that and finally about my dick.

“May I touch it?” he whispers.

“Of course.”

He strokes me lightly with a feathery touch. 

“It’s even bigger than it looked…”  His small hands make it look even bigger to me, too.

He begins asking questions about what I like:  Do I like a good blow job?  Do I fuck guys as well as girls?  Do I like anal sex?

My positive answers seem to delight him.  Then, continuing the feathery touch to my cock: “I am asking for my friend.  He’s over there.”  He nods to his left.

I turn.  It’s a beefy white guy in a ballcap.  He nods to me and I to him.

“Let’s go…” says the man next to me.

We get up and the three of us go into the largest of the gloryhole booths.  We just fit.  The thin guy continues to stroke me.  The beefy guy goes to his knees.  The thin guy guides my cock into the beefy guy’s mouth.  The sucker is good.  And hungry.  He acts like he hasn’t had a dick in weeks.  He deep throats me expertly.

“Do you like that?” says the thin guy.

I moan out my approval.  My hand touches the thin guy’s crotch.  He’s hard, but he instantly brushes my hand away.  He is just the facilitator.

The beefy guy pulls off my cock.  Panting.  He stands up.  “Fuck me with that thing.”

Sometime in there he’s lost his walking shorts.  He turns and rubs his full ass on my cock.  He tries to mount me before I get lube on my dick.  But I do—and seconds later he is thankful I did.

“Jeez, you’re thick…”

“Make him take it,” murmurs the thin guy.

I push all the way into the meaty butt being offered.  I can’t see much of anything, but his hole feels terrific.  I can hear the guy begin to stroke himself as I begin the fuck.  The thin guy seems to concentrate on watching his friend get used.  I pick up the pace and soon the sound of my hips slapping onto his ass fill the tiny space.

“Holy shit…” beefy guy murmurs.  “You’re gonna make me cum…”

“Do it!” hisses the thin guy.

“Shoot it!” I add.

The guy I’m fucking groans and his hand on his slippery dick works harder.  Suddenly his hole squeezes down on my cock.  It feels terrific.  And again.  This time he moans and his cum splatters onto the floor.

I slip out of him.  Beefy guy is holding the wall.  He says nothing.  The thin guy who found me thanks me profusely as I exit the booth and head to rinse my spotless cock…

*

I wander back to the dark area near the main viewing area.  A man, around my age in a black tee, follows me in.  I make my way carefully to the back wall and lean against it.  Moments later, his hand is on my bulge. 

“May I?” he whispers.

“Sure.”  I hear rather than see him kneel.  I open my pants and my hard cock slaps his face.  He sighs and takes me into his mouth.  He’s great.  Just what I wanted the day before.  It’s a leisurely suck.  He’s there for the joy of a dick in his mouth not just the load.  I let him work on me until his knees tire.

“I want more of that,” he whispers as he stands.

I wander.

I find a guy with long hair at the end of the maze.  He’s on his knees.  I feed him, but he’s too toothy.

I go back to the dark room.  The guy in the black tee is still there.  He does round two on me, this time concentrating on my balls.  “You taste so damn good,” he breathes before devouring them once again.

Once again, his knees give out.  He kisses my ball sack before he stands up…

*

I find my fourth sucker in the maze.  I’d seen him busy on someone else, now his attention is on me.  He is a bigger guy and sits in a chair.  “I don’t know how good I am with big cock,” he whispers.

“Try it and see…”

He ovals up and swallows me down.  Well, fuck.  He’s the best sucker yet.  There is so much space in his oral cavity—and he has one of those thick tongues I love.  He makes hot sounds as he pleasures me.

But the blowjob is short lived.  Someone walks in on us and my sucker can’t deal with knowing he’s being watched.  He stands up and leaves.  The new guy looks at my dick and smirks before he says “Sorry” not meaning it at all…

*
I spend some time sucking cock in the dark room.  Nothing remarkable, but a nice change of pace.  Though one guy has a belt buckle that keeps hitting the bridge of my nose…

*

It’s later in the evening now.  Couples are arriving.  A mixed-race couple is causing a lot of excitement.  He’s Black and he is allowing his white girl friend to be fucked by everyone who wants her and has a condom.  They are younger than the usual swingers here.  The girl can’t be older than 25 and she’s pretty.  Guys are lining up for her.

I watch one really good-looking young white man in a Tiger’s ball cap fuck her.  He seems to give her just what she wants—loving the attention of 20 some men watching her be used.

I go back and get more head from the guy in the black tee.  He’s never going to get me off.  But I thank him for his effort.

I enter the maze once more.  There is a blow job happening in one of the recesses.  Guys are watching—and one of the onlookers is the young man in the ball cap who I’d seen fuck the girl. 

He sees my cock. 

He looks up at my face.

He goes to his knees.  “Let me serve you, daddy.”  I can’t believe my good luck.  He jerks himself as I step forward and push into his mouth.  He’s good.  Not the level of the best men of the night, but it doesn’t matter.  The fact this guy is bi-enough to suck me is hot as fuck.  I let his tongue go to work, but in moments, I grab his ears and begin face fucking him.  This only makes him jerk his cock harder. 

And I’m going to shoot.  “Take my load, man…” I whisper.

He gives me the hottest, guttural sound of acceptance.  My cock swells even thicker.  The switch is flipped—and in moments, I am spewing my load across his tongue and down his throat.

But he wants to swallow me down. 

He licks me clean…

And only then does he get self-conscious that he’d just blown a gay daddy in public…