Sex Club Saturday Night

 Lansing—July, 2026

After my busy week of sex, I still went to the sex club on Saturday.  I was supposed to meet Kane, the hot young man with a perfect furry butt.  But—he never showed.  I had been waiting for him and watching others play.  Once I figured out he was a no show, I joined the milling group of guys and a number of straight couples looking for men…

 

I am sitting in the main lounge.  A straight couple has been recruiting guys to fuck the wife.  She stands naked in the middle of the room.  A number of men have been pleased to help out, but it’s not a scene for me.  She stops a tall good-looking guy who has his big dick out.  I recognize him from the lounge with the medical table.  I have sucked his dick twice there.  He likes to talk about his early same sex experiences as I work on his big cock.

The large naked woman holds it in her hand for a moment, hefting it, before stroking it a little as she teasingly begs him to fuck her.  He declines and moves away.  He’s seen me and nods to me—before going into the dark room.  I follow and eventually find him at the back wall, stroking his cock.

I open my fly and his hand snakes in.  He pulls my swelling cock out of my jock and strokes it to full hardness. I reach for his and lazily play with it.

“Remember when we were in that booth and you sucked it?” he whispers. 

I don’t answer, I just go to my knees and take him into my mouth.  We really are the same size.  I have to watch that my teeth don’t come in contact with his thick prick.  Almost immediately he begins whispering about an older man who played with him when he was 10 years old.  This makes him precum.  I lick it up and swallow, before taking his whole shaft down my throat repeatedly.

I try to get him to let me lick his balls, but he won’t get them out.  My knees are tiring, so I stand up, certain we’ll meet again this evening.  He takes off and I linger.  I sit in the chair in the darkest corner.  Guys come in, look and leave, not seeing me with how dark it is.  A man comes in and senses I’m there.  He drops his shorts around his ankle and leans against the wall, jutting out his thick ass.  My eyes have grown accustomed to the dark and can see more now.  He’s a thickset guy and I think he has a shaved head.  His butt looks incredibly inviting.  I stand up and run my hands over it.

“Fuck me,” he moans.

I lube up and slide in. 

“Fuck…you’re big…” he says, pleasantly surprised.

I begin a slow fuck.  I don’t feel like I’m as deep in him as usual as his rounded cheeks are so large.  But I can’t keep my hands off them.  I slap them occasionally, making him moan.  Guys keep coming in—hearing sex more than seeing it.  But this guy doesn’t want an audience, or some stranger running their hands over his chest.  He keeps telling them to leave.  Finally, he straightens up, pulling me out of him.

“Maybe more later,” he whispers, pulling up his shorts and leaves.

I wander.

The club has a new addition to the sexual furniture, popularly called Czech gloryholes.  They have built a wall with three large holes designed for your ass.  Here, the bottom crawls in through the big hole, lies on the padded plank and sticks his ass through the hole.  Legs go up on the inside of the front wall.  The top can see more of the bottom in this version, than in others I’ve used.

There is a furry ass sticking out of the middle hole.  I go in.  I kneel and surprise him by sticking my tongue in his butt.  He groans.  I lube up and stroke myself as I tongue fuck him.  I make myself stop eating his hole and stand up.  My dick finds his wet hole and I push in.  I begin a slow fuck—but I feel like I’m at a bad angle.  I stand on my toes and it feels better.  (I’m a tall guy.  The carpenter has made these holes higher off the ground than they should be for a guy of regular height.)  But I’ve found my groove.  The bottom is good looking with a hairy chest, likely in his late 30’s.  His cock is caged—and he is drooling precum out of it.  He has he tee-shit over his eyes—for a truly anonymous encounter.

I pick up the pace.  He pants.  His dick drools.  I fuck until I’m breathing hard.  I pull out and lick his ass once more.  He tastes wonderful—and I tell him so.  I take off, hoping to find him later with a load in his hole.

I wander through all the rooms.  I wind up back at the dark room.  The thick assed guy is behind the wall, wanting more cock up his ass.  I slip in.  He instantly knows it’s me.  He is jerking his cock this time.

“Harder,” he grunts out.

His hole is squeezing my dick on each thrust.  I fuck him hard.  A slap on his ass—and he begins shooting.  I stay in place as he empties his balls—and am squeezed out as he finishes.  He leans on the partition, panting.

I wander.

My caged boy has moved to the fuck bench (which is in the same caged in area as the sling.)  I walk up behind him, kneel and eat his hole once again.  “It’s you…” he breaths.  “I was hoping for another fuck.”

I stand up.  Here, his ass is at the perfect angle.  I slide in.  I fuck him slowly.  Making him feel every inch.  I speed up.  He groans.  Other guys cluster around the cage.  Most now have their cocks out and stroke them to our fuck.  One of them is brave enough to come into the cage and wait his turn.  I nod and pull out—and he steps in to ravage that furry ass.  He seems uncomfortable with me staying to watch, so I exit the cage and go into the maze. 

At the far end I see a familiar cock sticking through the hole.  It’s the guy I started with this evening by sucking him in the dark room.  I give him more head.  He sighs, knowing it’s my mouth.  Even sticking his finger through the hole to trace my mustache to make sure.  But he’s not going to cum.  He pulls out, just as I was about to stand up and move on.

I check with the caged guy.  He’s still on the bench.  The guy I left him with did not cum, but I still love eating his hole after another man’s fuck.

“Do you mind if we move to the sling?” he asks.

I help him up and see his full face for the first time.  He’s a very handsome guy.  He grins at me and we move to the sling.  He jumps in.  There is no Tee-shirt covering his eyes now—he wants to watch me ravage his hole.  I kneel and begin eating him our once again.  I can’t get enough of his furry ass.

I stand up and push into him.  After all the play, I am ready to shoot.   He can sense my urgency.  “I’d love your load,” he whispers, which makes me fuck him harder.  The chains rattle.  Once again, guys line the cage wall and watch us fuck.

Suddenly, my cock fires off.  I shoot at least three blasts of cum into him—but without the over-the-top feeling.  I know what to do.  I pull out and begin to lick up my leaking cum.

“You shot, didn’t you?” the furry one murmurs.

“He’s licking it up,” says one of the guys outside of the cage, in disbelief. 

My cock is now really ready.  I stand back up, and slide in on the residue of my load.  In just a few thrusts, I have a noisy, full orgasm.  I hold the chains on the sling until I’ve stopped shooting.  I collapse on the hairy chest of the bottom.

“Thank you,” he whispers in my ear.  “If I wasn’t caged, your rimming would have made me cum…”

I smile.

I slide down, pulling out of him.  I taste a little more of my handiwork as he squirms and groans…