I am moving a little slowly this morning, after a
night of great sex at the monthly house party I attend. So, here are few pics from around the web…Happy
rest of the weekend!
A bareback top reports from his playroom.
I am moving a little slowly this morning, after a
night of great sex at the monthly house party I attend. So, here are few pics from around the web…Happy
rest of the weekend!
Near Home—August, 2025
I didn’t need to look for
sex for a few days after my marathon fuck and suck detailed in the last two
posts. But I was horned and ready to go
again by the next Tuesday. I went to my
usual bookstore. The lot has a sprinkling
of cars and pickups in it…
I sit in my usual chair. There are a handful of men here. No dicks in evidence. Yet. The
older man with a headful of grey hair pulled back in a ponytail is in the corner. He moves to sit near me. Perfect—I would love to get into his smooth
ass again. We nod to each other. His rather delicate hand strokes my dick for
a moment, before he goes to his knees to suck.
I sigh. He’s good—and truly loves
having a cock in his mouth.
I feel a tap on my
shoulder. A regular I have known for over
ten years is standing to my side. His cock
is inches from my face. I open my mouth
and take him in. Damn, this is
perfect. I love working on a cock as
mine is being done the same way. I
glance down and Grey Ponytail is working even harder to please me, now that he
sees I have a cock in my mouth. He pulls
off my shaft and begins licking my balls—and softly moaning out his pleasure.
I concentrate my tongue
work on the guy’s head. It works. With a few more flicks, he pushes deep into
my throat and begins to gush. He’s
always been an easy load, but this is even faster than usual. I swallow and clean him up. He grips my shoulder by way of thanks and heads
to the door, tucking in his cock as he goes.
Grey Ponytail stops licking
and looks up at me. “Will you fuck me?”
he whispers.
I nod. He stands up and drops his trousers. As they hit the floor, his phone goes off. Loud and insistent. He looks at the number and quickly steps out
of his pants. He moves to the restroom
to answer it—but is back in a flash.
“My daughter. Sorry.
Gotta go.” He gets his pants back
on and is gone.
I stroke. None of the other men look at me.
Ten or fifteen minutes
later, the cross-dressing Latino arrives.
He sits next to me. He begins to
strip down. The feminine attire is not
under his jeans today, just a blue jock.
He strokes.
“Suck?” he asks, standing
up and waving his uncut dick in my face.
Nothing else is happening. So I
do. Briefly. As it just makes him want to get fucked.
He pulls out of my mouth
and digs out a Magnum from the pants left on the chair. I hate the latex, but I know he wants it covered—and
it keeps my cock clean as he barely cleans out.
He goes to a post in the middle of the room and leans against it,
jutting out his ass. I know not to rim
him. I grease up the latex and slide
in. His ass, what I can feel of it
through the latex, is nice. I keep
thrusting.
The five men left in the
room actually unzip and stroke to the live fuck. CDLatino strokes himself. Fast. I
know he’s close. He suddenly pulls off
me and shoots all over the floor. I look
at the filthy condom and peel it carefully off me, tossing it in the trash on
the way to the restroom to wash up.
The Latino is gone by the
time I emerge. The other men just look
at me. Some even go so far as covering
their dicks with their hands. As if I
might ravage them.
I sit and stroke. Nothing else happens. I go home, rather blue balled.
And it started so well…
Lansing—August, 2025
(This
picks up where the last post left off…)
I
finish my dinner, sitting in my car, and read for a bit. I drive in search of coffee. By 8pm, I am ready to go back inside. The parking lot is now all but full. In I go.
The man at the desk doesn’t bother to check his list—he remembers me.
The
feel has changed. There is much more of
a pronounced air of sexual excitement. There
are two hetro couples in the first lounge watching the bisexual porn and
chatting to interested men. I go to the lounge
showing the bad gay porn. I stroll around
the glory hole booths. A white man,
likely in his mid-50’s, beckons me into one of the booths. He is stroking his dick—and in moments, he is
stroking mine.
And
he keeps stroking. Truly caressing. But I’d like his mouth on me. So, to change things up, I start to kneel to
suck him. He stops me. “No rush,” he tells me. But he takes the hint and goes down on
me. He’s great. Guys pass and linger to watch my cock being
sucked. He invites other men to take a
turn, but not a single guy does. They
stroke my chest or heft my balls, but no one is brave enough to kneel with the
other guy.
I
let him keep working on me, warning him I’m not going to shoot anytime
soon. Refreshingly, he is fine with that. And keeps giving me really good head.
We
finally go our separate ways. I go back
to the other lounge. Two crossdressers
are now here—actively sucking cock on opposite sides of the room. The hetro couple has vacated the main couch
and a cute guy in his thirties is sitting there. Totally naked, but for designer briefs. He beckons me over. I stand at the end of the couch, my hard dick
swaying at face level.
“May
I?”
I
nod. He sucks. He’s good, too. I sigh with contentment. He suggests I sit. I do.
I fondle his growing package as he leans over to continue sucking me. A stream of men pass us. All smile or nod or smirk. One stays, moving to the side of the
couch. He kneads his crotch, but never
takes his dick out. The guys here seem
to be total exhibitionists or incredibly private—no in between.
The
young guy wants my load. And tells me
so. I tell him I can’t cum this
fast. He’s not pissed, but not pleased,
either. I let him go for a bit longer,
but then escape into the dark room behind us.
The
room is empty. I sit on the comfortable
chair. I hear a man come in. He comes around the partition and sees my
shadowy form. Soft light coming through
the glory hole shines right on my dick.
He sighs, kneels and takes me to the root. He is sucking me like a man possessed—and stroking
his own cock just as fast. Suddenly, he
straightens up. He turns slightly so he
won’t shoot his load on me. I squirm
around and swallow his dick head just before the blast. He gasps—then groans out his orgasm. I swallow a mega pent-up load. He moans his thanks as I lick him clean…
*
The
first guy from after dinner finds me wandering and we sit in the main lounge,
on the side couch. Now he sucks my cock
in public. He loves showing off. This time there is no trying to get other men
to join him. He’s so good, I just let
him work on me as I watch porn or the two CD’s work the room. We break, only when he needs to go piss.
I
wander. I stumble on a third cross
dresser on the fuck bench. Her blond wig
hides her face. Her short skirt is
pulled up. There is a deliberate tear in
the panty hose—exposing a hairy man’s ass up for the taking.
The
bench and the sling are both in wire cages so people can watch, but not crowd
the action. I step in. I stroke the hairy ass. I get an encouraging moan. I kneel and begin licking the tight pucker. I spit and tongue fuck the hot ass.
Guys
are surrounding the cage. One sticks his
dick through it—but he’s nowhere close to the CD’s mouth. I stand up.
“Fuck
that ass!” says the guy, pulling his dick back out so he can stroke it.
I
enter the tight hole. I hear a
grunt. But it’s one of approval—and lust. Soon the CD is panting as I begin a slow in
and out. I all but pull out and drizzle
more lube on my cock. I fuck it into the
hungry hole, coating it with slick liquid.
It’s easier now. I begin a harder
fuck.
“Breed
that ass,” the guy stroking to us chortles.
“You
like cum in your hole?” I ask the CD.
I
get no response. Just more moans.
The
guy watching gestures that he wants to join.
I am fine with that and indicate the entrance behind me. He comes in.
I slip out of the hairy hole…and he pushes in. I see some dirt on my cock—and go wash.
They
are both gone by the time I come back…
*
I
wander. I check the dark room. The blond CD is here. Waiting to suck. “Here,” I whisper. This is the first cock who fucked you.”
I
don’t even get a murmur. Just some
barely adequate head. I take off as I hear
someone else come in.
I
wander. I have my dick sucked through a
glory hole. I haven’t a clue who it is,
other than they moan the entire time.
I
find the guy who was first in the evening session, the expert sucker. He wants some more of my dick. This time I am standing in the dark
room. He kneels and uses his talented
tongue. I let him be in charge for a bit—and
then I fuck his face. This is new. He pants louder, not used to not being in
control. I pull out, lift my balls sack
up and pull his mouth onto my cock ring there.
“Now lick!”
But
he can’t as he’s shooting all over the floor.
I go to my haunches and clean up his cock. He bats me on the arm and mutters “Thanks…love
your dick” before going out the door…
*
I
wander. I’m thinking it’s time to get
off and go home. No one else has gotten on
either the sling or the bench. I sit on
the back stairs, behind the glory hole booths, right where I started. A young man in a puppy mask finds me. The masks are not my usual thing. But I can tell he’s slender, medium height,
with small hands.
“May
I?” he asks.
“Sure…”
He
kneels in front of me. One hand strokes
me, the other raises his mask just enough so his mouth is free. He bends and takes me in his mouth. I close my eyes so I don’t see the puppy, but
just feel the warm, wet mouth. This kid
is good. He takes me to the root
repeatedly. His tongue is active. He remembers my balls.
He
pulls off me, panting. “Daddy, tell me
you fuck with this cock!”
“I
do…”
“Fuck
me!”
He
leads me into one of the currently empty glory hole booths. He leans on the wall jutting his ass out
towards me. I kneel. I pull down the jeans, revealing a hot,
hairless butt in a designer jock. I begin
to eat his butt. Hungrily.
He
groans. “It’s so long since anyone’s
eaten my ass. Fuck!!”
This,
of course, only keeps my tongue up his butt longer. He is delicious. And my tongue is making his ass produce his own
lube, he’s so turned on by the invasion into his hole.
I
stand up. My cock slips into him. He gasps. One hand goes from the wall to his own dick. He kneads the pouch, not jerking.
“I
want your load, Daddy…” he pants.
“And
you’re going to get it…”
I
build up the pace. I am slamming into
his cute butt. The slapping noises of
skin on skin fill the little room.
And
I’m there. I push deep—and unload into
him. Every drop my cock can squeeze out. I hold onto him, letting my cock marinate in
his wet butt. We disengage. He pulls off his mask altogether to clean my
cock. He works to get every drop.
He
stands up. He’s a handsome young man. I wonder if he likes to kiss…
He
does…sharing the juices he’s just sucked off my cock…
Lansing—August, 2025
Quite
some time back, the bookstore—almost a bathhouse—in Michigan’s capital, where I
used to play occasionally, suffered a fairly major fire. It closed, of course. Management insisted it would be rebuilt. The online consensus was that it would never
re-open. It took a very long time, but
it opened again on the fourth of July. I
was there by August 2, to see the new renovation.
It’s
expensive. But your ticket is good for
all day, with in and out privileges. I packed
my dinner in my cooler and got there by mid-afternoon…
The entrance
used to lead into a typical sex toy store.
Now it’s a lounge with a pool table and a few other games, including a
porn screen and comfortable seating. Behind
the cashier, there are lockers for rent if you need to ditch clothing. There are two entrances to the back play
area, one at the new locker area and the door that has always led there. I went in the old entrance.
The playspace
is smaller now. (The area that was down
the ramp is closed, but being worked on.)
The interior lounge with three porn screens is still in place. There is a new dark area off of this, where
there is a gloryhole and a comfortable chair. The sling that was in another
corner of the lounge has moved, giving way to two more secluded nooks to play
in. I went down the corridor to the
bigger room, passing the doors of private rooms you can rent. The original rest room is still there—and another
one has been added.
In the
main room are couches to watch the gay porn screen, about six booths with
gloryholes connecting them. Next to the booths
is the sling, a fuckbench and a cross. A
door leads to an outdoor smoking area.
I sit with
a few other men and try the gay porn. I
hate it. I wander the booths. No one there.
I sit on some steps that are at the end of the row of booths. Nothing but a dark area. And me. In moments, the milling men find my hard cock
out.
A granddad
in a checked shirt kneels and gives me some great head. Soon we have a man watching. Now two.
A third arrives and his hands are all over my chest. Now a fourth.
He’s the only one younger than me.
He takes his cock out and strokes to the guy giving me head. The younger man is standing to my side; it’s
easy to fondle his balls as he strokes.
Now he drops his pants. He’s a
bigger guy—his ass is wide and hairless.
My finger finds his pucker. He
begins to pant.
My sucker
pulls off my cock. “He needs this cock
up there, man.”
The
younger guy nods. I stand up. It’s crowded, but the now five onlookers give
me room. The guy bends, using the steps
I was sitting on for balance. I want to
eat his ass, but there’s no room to maneuver.
I lube my cock and slide into him.
He groans.
“Take that
big dick,” says my cocksucker, who seems to know the guy.
I begin a
slow pump. The guy can’t stop jerking
his cock as I fuck. It’s all over in a
heartbeat—he sprays his load all over the steps.
Instantly,
the crowd who witnessed it all, is gone…
*
I move to
the new dark room off the original lounge.
It’s pitch black. At first, I
think no one is here. But there are three
men—each leaning on a different wall.
Waiting. But no one makes any
kind of move. But I do. I move carefully to the comfortable
chair. The glory hole is right there,
but no one moves to use it. But I hear
zippers open. A man comes around the
partition and offers me his cock. He has
a very hard six incher. In moments, he groans
and fills my mouth with cum. I swallow
and clean him up. He leaves. I wait for the other two…but both chicken out…
*
I am sitting
in the gay porn area, near the booths. A
handsome man of maybe 35 is watching me.
He is medium height, nicely built and kneading his crotch. His ebony skin is in wonderful contrast to
the blindingly white T-shirt he wears.
He stares.
I nod
back. I get up and go into a booth. I am ready for his cock to come through any
of the holes in the wall from the adjoining booths. Instead, all of him comes through the door
and pulls me into a tight embrace. Now,
he grabs my cock and just holds it. I
feel his through the denim. I can feel
it pulse under the fabric.
I go to my
knees and unzip. He unbuttons his jeans
at the waist and shoves them down. His
cock is rock hard. A generous seven
incher, with foreskin. He sighs as I
take him into my mouth.
“Damn,
Daddy…”
He finally
sits on the stool so he can relax as I keep sucking. Siting gives me perfect access to his musky
balls. I clean them and suck them gently. He moans each time a hairy orb is pulled into
my mouth. And the action makes his cock
drool. I lick up his shaft and swallow
it down.
Suddenly,
he stands up. I think I’ve done
something wrong. But no, he makes me
take his place on the stool. He kneels
and slowly takes my dick in his mouth. He’s good, if a little tentative. I undo my pants, and slide them down, mimicking
him, wanting to give him access to my balls.
He groans as he licks them. So do
I. He keeps on licking.
He comes
up for air, looking right at me. “Do…you
kiss?” he whispers.
I
nod. He stands up, pulling me up
to. We kiss….long and lingering…
We take
turns on each other again and again. But
neither of us can get off—and neither of us care…
*
I go to
the front dark room again. The men
sitting watching the porn are very aware that I have gone in. I sit, alone in the darkness. In moments, a cock comes through the glory
hole. I can tell instantly he’s a
smoker. But I power through and get a
load. I swallow quickly.
He
leaves. I hear another man come in. He comes around the partition. He has a vibrating cock ring on. It’s actually feels sort of good to feel the
vibrations going through his dick as I suck.
He unloads in record time.
Man Three
wants to suck me. I stand up and he sits
where I’ve been sitting. He keeps
moaning about my ‘big dick.’ Suddenly, I
can tell he’s about to cum. I pull out
of his mouth, bend and find his cock just in time. Another load.
Saving him from making a mess.
I walk
around the entire space. The men are
gone—it’s dinner time. No wonder I had
so many men in a row—they were all due home.
I go out
to my car. I eat and read. I can’t wait to see what Saturday night will
bring…
My Desk--August, 2025
I thought it was time to take a little break from my
scribbling. I have finished writing up my very busy, (and very hot)
July adventures. The first one of August needs time to write it up properly—and
I just don’t have that luxury today.
Here are three great shots from around the web—though
every one of those men would be welcome in the playroom!
Near Home—July, 2025
Anyone reading this knows
I love variety. I had done a lot of
fucking at the house party, reported in the last post. By Monday, ready for sex once more, I knew I
wanted a great cocksucker on my dick. I
went in search for one at the local bookstore…
It’s busy, but not
crowded. Men are scattered around the
room. Someone is in my usual chair, so
sit on the side wall, where it is even easier to see both screens. I sit
and take out my cock and look around.
Other men are stroking to the porn, but no one is doing anything with
anyone else.
I wait. And stroke.
The cross-dressing Latino
comes in. He comes directly to me and
sits to my right. He pulls out a Magnum,
flipping it in his fingers as if it were a lucky coin. He pushes it towards me and smirks.
I tell him I came for
oral today.
He thinks, then kneels in
front of me. I have seen him suck a man
recently—something new for him. He grabs
my dick and jerks it right in front of his face. The grip is tight. Too tight.
I tell him to ease up. He gives
up instead and goes to sit near the gay screen.
I stroke.
My next visitor is a tall
man I have fucked in the past. He’s a
good fuck, until he hits the poppers. They
make him unable to control himself. After
nearly bending my dick in two with his poppered antics, I won’t engage with
him. He pleads. I keep saying ‘no.’
He leaves the room.
I stroke.
There is a huge man in
the corner who looks familiar. He now
gets up and moves to me. He nods to me
and sits in the seat to my right. His
hand goes into his open fly. He pulls
out the tiniest nub of a hard cock. Now
I’m sure I know him. A trucker. With the thickest tongue I’ve ever had on my
cock. He looks longingly at my erection. I nod.
It takes him a moment to
get down on the floor. He uses the arm
of my chair to support himself. But he
gets there, finally, and takes me to the root, the first moment his mouth
touches me. There it is—that thick
tongue working expertly on me as he moves up the shaft. This is exactly what I needed. I close my eyes and let him do whatever he
wants.
His love for a big cock
shines through—with every lick, every tonguing of my piss slit or balls. He knows how to please a man and revels in
doing it. The thick tongue is everywhere,
coating me with his spittle. He knows me
well enough that I’m not going to give my load up anytime soon—and that’s not
the reason he’s there. He loves to
service cock—the bigger the better.
But he can’t stay on his
knees. Much too soon, he needs to rest
them—long before he gets his reward. I
help him up. He sits next to me. I face fuck him a little, as he sits there. He just ovals that big mouth, keeps the thick
tongue out of the way and lets me do it.
Then his phone goes
off. He silences it, glancing at the
screen. He doesn’t like what he
sees. He excuses himself and lumbers out
of the room.
I stroke.
A long time. Most of the room empties.
There is a man sitting near
the gay screen. I recognize him from
here, but I can’t quite place him. He is
likely 50-ish, slight of build. His hand
is inside his fly.
The door opens. A good-looking guy, who tends to look right
through me, comes in. He sees the guy with
his hand in his fly. He moves and sits
right next to him. This surprises me, as
the good-looking one usually wants men under 30, not someone this old and
mousey.
I stroke, but keep an eye
on them. Good-Looking Guy suddenly
stands up. He has his cock out. He reaches out and grabs the mousey guy by
the neck and pulls him towards his hard dick.
He resists—but ends up with the cock in his mouth. GLG smirks and begins to fuck his face.
It clicks. I had watched the Voyeur use the mousey
guy. He likes to be ‘forced’ into play. The Voyeur had ‘made’ him suck my cock, too.
GLG pulls out of his
mouth. “Kneel,” he hisses. The guy refuses. GLG says it again. Louder and more firmly. The guy reluctantly kneels in front of the
man. “Open your mouth.” He doesn’t.
His chin is pulled down and he takes the cock. The kneeling position has caused the sub’s
cock to come out of his fly. He is rock hard
and dripping. For all his struggles, he
is getting just what he needs.
GLG continues to fuck his
face. I watch him pull out. He takes the guy by the back of his neck and
pulls him into his balls. The guy makes
noises that sound like he hates this, but I see a big dollop of precum fall
from his fiery red prick and land on the linoleum.
Good-Looking Guy sits
down. To my surprise, he gestures for me
to join them. I don’t hesitate.
“Suck his dick,” says
GLG. The sub shakes his head, still on
his knees.
“Suck my dick,” I tell
him. A beat. “Now.”
The man obeys. He knee-walks closer to me and opens his
mouth. He takes two thirds of my dick
into his mouth. “Now suck,” I tell
him. He does. Surprisingly well. My hands go to his ears. I hold onto his head, but let him suck at his
own speed.
“Balls.”
I pull him off my
shaft. He looks at my big nuts, plump
and full. He shakes his head. Barely.
But he does it. My hand moves to
the back of his head and pulls him into the damp sacks. “Now lick.”
He does. Moaning pitifully. But his tongue is excited. It’s everywhere, slurping and leaving my sack
very wet. I pull him back, my hands on
the sides of his head.
“You want my load?”
He shakes his head.
“Say it!”
His voice is very low. “I don’t want cum in my mouth.”
“Liar,” I snarl. “You took my friend’s when I first met you.”
He shakes his head. “No…”
“You did. You swallowed it all.”
“He made me…”
I pull him to me. “Just like this…” I begin pumping into his face. He moans and tries not to stroke his
cock. GLG strokes his own dick faster
and harder. I make the sub choke. He tries to pull away, but I don’t let go.
“Feed him!” says GLC, beating
his cock faster.
I am actually quite
close. I thrust into him again and
again. I notice he’s given in to his desires—he
is beating his own cock faster than I am fucking his mouth.
“Fuck…” I grunt. And begin to fire. I hold him in place, not so deep it goes down
his throat (well, not after the first shot) but so that it pools on his
tongue. I pull out of his mouth. He makes to spit it out. I push his chin up…and he swallows…firing his
load all over the floor as he swallows my cum…
GLC stands up and shoots
his load in the sub’s direction, but it all lands on the floor. I let go—and the mousey man scrambles for the
bathroom, slamming the door.
Grand Rapids—July, 2025
Here I was back from all
the group play of Fornication Weekend and almost immediately I went up to the
great house party to the north of me.
Maybe it’s because of Fornication that this house party is slightly hazy
as I try to recall it. I remember very
specific things about it, but I’m not at all sure of the actual sequence.
The host was expecting
bigger numbers than usual. I took the
fuckbench instead of the rimseat. I let
myself into the house. I was early, but
from the sounds coming from upstairs, the sex had already started. I stripped and took the pieces of the bench
upstairs with me…
The host is getting
fucked on the big bed in the middle of the room. I put the bench together as silently as
possible and then focus on the fucking. He
is on all fours. And he is being fucked
by the guy I christened Fist Guy. The Host
also has his best friend in his mouth.
Another man our age, who is new to me, is jerking his larger than
average penis with one hand and tweaking the nipples of Fist Guy with the
other. Fist Guy finally pulls out. I am
ready to clean his cock, but the new guy beats me to it. I smile.
I would never have thought, from looking at him, he’d be a pig. Instead, I eat the host’s well fucked ass. I fuck him for a moment, then offer my wet
cock to the new guy. He cleans it,
moaning in the back of his throat. Fist
Guy goes back up the host. When my cock
is shiny with spit and not ass jizz, I move behind Fist Guy and lick his hole
on the backstroke. He moans and calls me
a dirty boy.
I do another round up the
host. The new guy now tweaks my nipple
as he jerks. I ask if he wants to take a
turn inside the host. He does. I make way for him. His rock-hard cock glides into the wet ass. But it softens very fast. He pulls out and I clean it, just like he has
all of us. His mouth becomes his sexual
organ of choice for the rest of the evening.
I fuck the host one more
time. He’s now flat on the bed. There is no cock in his mouth, so he babbles
about how good my dick feels filling him up.
I plow into him deep and slow—until he hears the door open downstairs
and scampers off to greet the men…
*
The new arrivals are the
cute younger blond I called Black Glasses and the young Latino from the last
party, who’d topped all night (often inside Black Glasses). With them is a man I haven’t seen (or fucked)
since the pandemic. He’s 50-ish, with a
shaved head and hairy chest. He’s a versatile
top. He has brought with him a younger
Latino. He is thickly built and wearing
a jock that shows off his bountiful ass.
The four of them begin
sucking each other to get hard. I am
pulled into the group. I let each man
take a turn on my cock while over on the bed I watch Fist Guy bottom for the
best friend of the host. The young
Latino from last time is the final man on me.
He stands and leans into my ear. “Will
you fuck me tonight?”
I nod. Expecting him to come find me later, but no,
he wants me up his butt right now. We go
to the sling. He’s never been in one, it
seems. I help him get his hot ass where
it belongs, hanging over the edge of the leather straps. I kneel and eat his butt. He grinds himself onto my face as he moans. He keeps telling me he can’t believe how deep
my tongue is inside him. He is rock hard
and jerking like mad.
That changes as I stand
up and begin to enter him. His cock
wilts as he tries to will his hole to open more. He is tight. Really tight.
But I am persistent. I pause, use
more spit and coconut oil…and I’m inside him.
He gasps. His erection firms up
and I begin to fuck. He moans. Loudly.
This makes me pick up the tempo.
Finally, I slow, pull out and lick his hole. He is gaping.
His finger reaches down and finds just how open I have left him. He moans—and asks for my cock inside him once
more…
*
New arrivals: A younger top who will only fuck the young
men; a jocked guy I recognize from last time who isn’t feeling well and goes
downstairs; a larger guy, who is also a top, but is having erection issues and
finally the hairy Black Cub, a mainstay of this group. Black Glasses is catnip for the young
top. That is, until he sees the Latino I
have just fucked. The three of them
leave for the sling—and the couch behind it.
I watch the shaved head
top fuck his Latino bud. The host’s best
friend feeds the Latino his cock at the same time.
Fist Guy finds me and
pulls me to the fuckbench. I eat his ass,
stand up and slide in. The bench is
nicely positioned so we can both watch the sex happening on the bed. Fist Guy reaches back and pulls his cheeks
apart, making me slip deeper into his ass.
I moan and drill into him. Over
and over. Finally, I slow down and pull
out. I do a quick lick of his hole and
he moves to the bed.
I watch as he is spit roasted,
just like the larger Latino. The two
men pump into Fist Guy with very different rhythms. I motion to the larger Latino to come join me
at the bench. He eagerly climbs up on it. I eat his fucked-out hole for a long
time. He moans and groans, egging me
on. I stand up and push into his wet ass.
I glance over at the
bed. Fist Guy is going for a DP. He sits on the bigger cock of the shaved head
guy—and bends, chest to chest with him.
The host’s best friend works his long thin cock in with the other
dick. It works. The standing top does all the work—making all
three of them groan. This makes me fuck
the ass I’m in all that much harder…
*
The shaved headed top/vers
guy finds me. After all his topping, he’s
ready to be fucked. We do it in the sling. I eat out his hole for a long time, as he
tells me he hasn’t bottomed for ages. He
tells me how good my tongue feels, how he loves it, but can’t wait to feel my
dick after all this time. I stand up. It’s an easier entry then I expect. My nuts bounce against his upturned ass on
the first stroke.
He pants.
I watch the couch in
front of me where the young top fucks the cum out of Black Glasses. He pulls out and goes balls deep into the
young Latino. He fucks him hard.
I do the same for the man
on my dick. I pull out. He wants to taste his ass and I let him.
The guys on the couch are
close. I can hear it in their voices.
I eat out my man. As I stand up and push in again, the Latino
on the couch busts his nut all over himself as he’s fucked. He pleads with the guy to pull out. But the young top stays in him and just a few
more strokes, cums deep inside the hot man.
I speed up my drilling,
kind of wishing I had all those loads in the man I’m fucking…
*
We break for food.
I need to get off and go
home. I find Fist Guy nibbling cheese
and crackers.
“Want a load?” I ask
softly.
He nods and follows me
back upstairs. We choose the sling. I kneel and eat his hole.
“I have some cum for you
in there…” he murmurs.
I can’t honestly taste it,
but I keep digging for it.
“Fuck me!”
I stand and insert. Well, damn, I may not be able to taste it,
but I can feel it. His ass is silky
smooth now. I fuck him slowly, enjoying
the glide in and out. I begin to pick up
the pace.
“Do it,” he says, his
eyes locked on mine.
I am building faster than
I expect. I love the feel of his hole. And how he uses it. I close my eyes for a moment and see a
wonderful kaleidoscope of all the sex I had or witnessed.
And I’m there. My cock begins to spurt, filling him up with
creamy load…