"Daddy, You Are So Thick!"

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Saturday Night at the Sex Club: "I Want Your Cock to Open Me Up"

 Lansing—June, 2026

 

(This picks up right after the last post…)

 

I was more than ready for my picnic supper that I’d packed and left in the car.  I drove to a shady spot a few blocks away from the sex club and relaxed.  I ate.  I read a little.  But soon enough, I wanted to get back and see what was happening…

 

The atmosphere has changed.  Men are now on the hunt with much more determination.  I make the tour.  I get some head in the maze from a hot Italian guy.  He likes my cock—but as soon as he realizes I’m not giving up a load, he loses interest. 

I wander. 

I go piss. 

As I am leaving the restroom, a stunning woman enters.  She is in a short, tight skirt with a blouse tied at the midriff.  We nod to each other and I go back to my rounds.  I end up in the main lounge, watching some BDSM porn.  Men are sprinkled around the room watching the various screens. 

The woman walks in.  She goes to the stripper pole and begins swinging around on it, arching her ass to the man sitting closest to her.  He gets up and caresses the curves.  The skirt is short to begin with and it rides up as the man has his hands all over her ass.  There is no underwear—and I get a flash of a cock cage.  Well, well…I rarely see Transwomen who are totally passable.  But here’s one—and she is working the room, engaging all the men here.  She chooses one and they go to the other end of the building, trailing most of the other spectators. 

I go into the dark room.  I sit on a chair in the corner.  Soon a man crawls out from a dark corner and feasts on my cock.  I can’t see anything about him.  But his mouth is good.  When he’s had enough, he crawls away into the blackness.

I wander.  I find the hot Transwoman on all fours on a couch near the gloryholes.  She has a guy in her mouth and another in her ass.  As I watch, a large dollop of her precum drips from the cock cage onto the couch.  The man in her ass gets off.  He’s condomed—and it’s very full.  She disengages from the man in her mouth, sees me and comes over.  She stands next to me and bends to play with my hard cock.  Her ass is inches from my face.  I begin to tongue her freshly fucked hole.  Her cock oozes again—but this time my hand is there to catch it.  I smear her precum on her asshole and lick it up.  She moans.  Her hands are all over my cock, but she has yet to put it in her mouth.  I finally ask if I can fuck her.  She turns and whispers in my ear.  “Honey, you’re just too big.”

She chooses a man sporting a regulation six incher and leads him to a booth with no doors.  A crowd watches her suck him and then to get fucked.  This time it’s bareback.  It’s a fun watch, but I know I won’t change her mind.

I go back to the dark room.  This time I’m the one who sucks an anonymous dick in the back corner.  He holds my head as soon as he knows he’s going to shoot.  He gives me a big load to swallow.

He leaves and I stand up.  But before I can tuck my cock away, a hand reaches out and takes it.  His hand is large—with thick fingers.  He strokes me briefly, before he goes to his knees and begins to suck.  I touch his head.  It’s clean shaven.  I know nothing else about him other than he gives good head…

*

I wander. 

In a hidden alcove, I find the hot Transwomen taking another man in her ass.  He has a pencil thin dick.  She told me the truth; she likes them small.  He pistons into her fast and furious.  I don’t bother to wait for his cumshot.

I go to the gloryholes.  Sitting in the one without a door is a hot young man.  He’s thin and stroking the curved version of my dick.  He sees mine hanging out of my jeans and motions me over.  He hefts it.  I touch his.  His mouth covers my cock.  Not for long—more of a sampling than good head.

“We are so alike,” he says, as my dick leaves his mouth.  Other than 40 years difference in age, I almost say, but stop myself.  “We are the cream of the crop.  We can have anyone here we want, just by showing them our dicks…”  He hefts me again, kisses the tip and all but sends me on my way.

I hear the sling.  It’s a hetero couple—and they have closed the doors of the caged surround.  No additional cocks needed.  But he does have a cute ass that’s fun to watch pound her.

I wander.

I go back to the dark room.  There is a threesome happening.  I make it four as one of them pulls me into it.  The four of us are wildly different in size and age—and no one cares.  All of us suck.  All of us get sucked.  It’s an oral free for all—and I can barely see the participants, except for the diversity of dicks.  Three white, one black.  Two cut, two uncut.  It’s a great moment.  And none of us want to stop.  It’s all about the pleasure of the suck and the sharing.  It’s not cum driven at all—though I sense we’d all welcome it if it happened.

Finally, one man pulls away and leaves.  Then another.  The guy left keeps sucking me.  Then his damn phone goes off and he is lit for a moment as he turns off the ringer.  He’s gorgeous and half my age.  He goes back to work…but the spell has been broken.

I wander.

The next time I check the dark room, a man is obviously bent over in the back corner and taking it in the ass.  I move carefully.  I can’t see much—but there is a ring of hard cocks around him.  I stroke and wait my turn.

I feel movement next to me.  “There you are Daddy.”  It’s hard to tell at first, but it’s the young man with the big curved dick.  He’s with a handsome older man.

“Ask him,” the guy says to the younger one.

Curved Dick looks at me for a moment.  Then: “I don’t get fucked very often—but I want your cock to open me up.  Will you?”

“Sure.”

We move to the other corner of the dark room, where it is slightly lighter.  He drops his pants and leans on his friend, arching his ass to me.  I go to my knees and begin rimming him.  He groans.  It sounds really loud in this small, dark space.  I love that the other bottom being railed begins being vocal about his pleasure, too.  I lick and spit, getting his small, tight hole open.  I stand up. The guy reaches back to me with a condom.  A regular sized one—that wouldn’t fit him either.

“I have a Magnum.”

He turns, making sure I roll it on.  Then gets back in position.  I inch into him.  Truly.  So tight.  I rub his back, hoping to relax him.  I am finally halfway in.  I begin a slow in and out.  I add more lube—and work all the way in again.  He is moaning and beating his cock with his right hand, while his left is around the neck and shoulder of his friend.

“He’s a tight one,” his friend murmurs.  “He won’t let me fuck him, you should feel…”  He never finishes the sentence as the young man groans.  It’s almost as if he shot—but he hasn’t. 

“Fuck me harder,” he grunts out.

I try.  I get almost my entire length into him.  But he has not relaxed.  I pull out and start all over again.  This time, my full-length pumps into him.  He yelps and pulls off me, twisting around to face me.  “I can’t.  Sorry…”

He pulls up his pants and is gone.

The bottom in the corner seems to be done, too.

I wander.

I see the younger man who was my first fuck when this space opened after the fire.  He’d sucked me forever this afternoon as I had the daddy in my mouth.  I ask if he wants a load.  He does.  We go to the maze.

He strips off his pants, leaning on the back of a chair.  “Breed me, Daddy.”

I kneel and taste his hole.  He’s been busy tonight—though I hadn’t seen him once this evening.  There is load leaking out of him.  I lap it up.  Perfect.  I swallow, stand up and push in.

“Churn those loads,” he moans.

“More than one?”

He moans.  “At least three…”

I pick up the pace.  “Well, here’s number four!”

And I’m there.  Firing deep into his fucking cummy ass…

The Wanna Be and the Real Thing

 Near Home—January, 2026

 

The cold winter in Michigan settled in and got colder yet by the middle of the month.  It was keeping me home and I was going a little stir crazy.  The only time I felt truly warm was as I did the dinner dishes.  I thought I’d curl up in my reading chair for the evening, but as I was drying my hands, I realized I could not spend one more night in my study.   I was going out. 

I knew that it would likely be slim pickings at the bookstore—but it was a Saturday night.  Maybe there would be some others who were feeling the need to get out, too…

 

The clerk is surprised to see me.  I pay, make small talk about the cold.  He assures me the heat is on in the theatre.  I go in.  Two people are here.  One man is on his phone.  He looks familiar, but I know he’s not a regular.  The other is a young woman.  No, I’m wrong.  It is a guy, but a very girly guy who is the most passable cross dresser I’ve ever see here.  She is checking her phone, too, but is very aware of me.  She’s in tall boots and slacks with a rather filmy blouse.  Her hair is long and dark blonde.

I sit between the two of them, unzip and pull out my cock.  Suddenly, she is way more interested in my dick than her phone.    Though she is at pains to hide it, she carefully adjusts her cock which has erected at the sight of mine, under the folds of the slacks.

I stroke.

She all but drools.

The other guy thumbs through his phone.

I look over at her.  She nods and gets up.  She kneels in front of me and begins to suck.  I wish I could say it was good.  But it was adequate at best.  I can’t believe that she’d had many men in her mouth.  There was no tongue work.  Nothing but a bobbing head. 

She rocks back on her heels (literally.)   She can’t understand why I am not busting in her mouth.  “Don’t you like it?”  she whisperers in a husky contralto. 

I tell her it takes more than a mouth to get me off.

She stands up and goes back to her phone.

I watch the video.

The others watch their phones.

Suddenly, she is up and moves to a chair out of my view, behind me near the gay screen.  I expect to hear the click of her phone, but I don’t.  I wait, then look back.  She’s kneeling on the seat of the chair, her bare ass arched and inviting.  I stand up and go back.  I kneel and begin rimming this hot hairless butt.  It is the last thing she is expecting.  Her groans of pleasure fill the tiny room.  As I tongue her hole, I have noted balls and a tiny dripping cock.  I wipe my fingers over the head and coat her hole with her precum.  When my tongue drills it into her, she groans as if I have made her every fantasy come true.  Of course, I do it again.

I stand up.  My cock slaps her hole.  “You want me inside you?” I whisper.

“Fuck me raw.  I want your cum.”

I grease up a little more and work myself into her.  I have opened her up nicely.  She is panting and begging for it, from the moment I bottom out inside her.  I build slowly into a brutal fuck.  She tries not to touch her dick, but she can’t help herself.  Way too fast, she shoots on the chair seat, causing her tight ass to contract.  I have rarely felt so tight a hole—and my cock responds by lubing it up with a mini load of cum.  I don’t feel like I’ve fully shot, but she’s going to take some sperm home with her.

I pull out.  My cock is pristine.  I offer it to her to clean, but that is not in her playbook.  I go rinse off and piss.  She’s gone by the time I come out…

*

I am still hard.  I jerk.  The guy puts down his phone.  He comes over.  “May I?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer but goes to his knees.  I sigh.  This is the mouth I need.  Warm, lots of spit, and with an exploring tongue.    I lean back and let him go to work.  His deepthroating is effortless.   Just a man who has loved dick in his mouth for 30-some years.

He finds my balls and spends a lot of time on them.  This is just what I need if I’m going to shoot again.  And I think I actually am.

He pulls off the wet sack.  “Magnificent piece of man meat,” he sighs.  He goes fully down on my shaft.

“Fuck, man, I hope you want my load…”

He grunts an enthusiastic affirmative around my buried flesh.  He works his tongue back up and works exclusively on my piss slit and glans.  It’s heaven.

“Damn…I can’t believe you got me here so fast….”  And I am ready.  More than ready to give him everything that’s left in my balls.  I shoot.  Spurt and spurt.  He loves clean up as much as I do.  He doesn’t waste a drop…

Halloween Evening: The Revels Ignite

 Lansing—October, 2025

(This picks up right where the last post left off…)

 

I eat my dinner, packed in my travel cooler, out in the car.  I find coffee a few blocks away.  I actually nap a little.  I drive back to the venue and re-enter around 8pm.  Things are picking up.  There are more people around.  Mostly men, but a few women as well.

I do the tour.  In the first room, with all the couches and porn, there are a number of men stroking.  I walk down the hall to the other main area.  Men are on the roam around the gloryholes.  A few are watching the sole television back there, now with a porn loop that doesn’t freeze up.  I check the new maze and walk in on a blow job.  The guy on his knees, who happens to be wearing a black corset and hose, gestures for me to take out my cock.  I do.  I am not hard—but he swallows me down as he holds the other man’s stiff dick in his left hand.  I harden up in his throat.  He chokes and pulls off me.

“Holy fuck,” he moans.  “You need to fuck my wife.”

And he goes down on me again.  I let him go to town on my dick, then push him back to the man he was sucking when I came in.  The other guy grins at me and hefts my balls.  When he comes out of the sucker’s mouth, he shakes his head and takes off.

The corseted man stands up.  “Will you fuck my wife?  I really want to eat your cum out of her.”

“We should ask her.”

He leads the way to the first room.  I assume she’s out there.  But no.  The guy is too distracted by my dick.  He sits on a side couch and sucks my cock once more.  But the angle is bad.  His solution, and a great one, is to remove his bridge.  His whole mouth becomes so much roomier.

“You should fuck me.”  He wants to be on his back on the low platform that is in front of the couch.  I tell him my legs won’t bend so deeply for so long.  He settles to be on all fours.  I go right to fucking.  He moans.  Men stop and watch.

“I need to take a picture to send to my wife,” he says, twisting away from my bucking hips. 

“Fine.” 

But he can’t find his phone.  We search the couch, but I never saw it with him.  We go back to the maze and try to find it.  Nope.  I send him to his locker—but he gets distracted and shows up back to where I’m waiting for him. Without the phone—or even looking if it’s in the locker.  He finally goes and looks.  Nothing.

I suggest the door attendant call his number to see if the phone is in the building.  He hates that idea.  We search everywhere we’ve already looked one more time.  He decides he left it in his car.  I suggest he gets dressed and go to look.  But he doesn’t.  Or won’t.

I am fed up and walk away.  I never find out if he found it.  But I did see his wife…and I’m not sure if she was a man in drag or the real thing…

*

I roam.  I stumble on a hot oral threeway.  One man holds the other still, pinioning his hands behind his back, as a third man services the guy. They aren’t looking for a fourth, so I keep moving.  I go into the dark room.  My eyes adjust faster.  I can hear heavy breathing behind the partition that has a glory hole in it.  I move closer, standing slightly out of the way.  A young Asian woman (or a remarkable CD) is sucking a white Daddy, who is sitting in a chair.  He is wearing a sweatshirt from one of the Michigan universities.  I have seen him around.  His thick cock is being expertly serviced.  Also watching is a tall, skinny Black guy in a hoodie.  He is stroking to the scene.  As am I.

Sweatshirt bends and says something to the young woman.  She nods.  Sweatshirt motions for us to come closer.  We step in.  She continues to suck Sweatshirt, but is now making a show of it.  I am surprised when Sweatshirt reaches up and feels my dick—and begins stroking it.  Hoodie stares at the young woman.  In another moment, Sweatshirt guides her head to Hoodie’s dick.  I am really surprised when Sweatshirt begins to suck me.  He’s good.  And hungry.  He moans out his pleasure.  Hoodie is breathing harder now that he has a mouth on his cock.

Sweatshirt pulls off my dick.  “Suck this one,” he commands.  She moves over.  She’s good, too.  She lifts my hand from my side and places it on her head, so I can ‘force’ her to suck me.  I know how to pick up my cue.  I go from enjoying her mouth to using her.  Hoodie is not put out by not having a mouth on his cock.  He is stroking hard and fast.  He loves the idea that in just these few moments, she’s had three dicks in her mouth.

Sweatshirt, is sitting right there, his face is right next to hers.  He watches her suck me—as if he was still doing it.  He is beating his cock, too.  And moaning.  The young woman is making sounds of real exertion—and loving it.

“I’m gonna shoot,” Sweatshirt moans.  “Take my load.” 

She leaves me and finds his dick just in time.  She gags as he fires into her mouth.  Then she’s back on me.  Her mouth is still full of his cum and my cock is covered.  She proceeds to lick it all off.  Once she’s cleaned me up, she begins trying for my load.  I let her think that for a moment, but it’s not going to happen.  With my hands on either side of her head, I ‘force’ her back onto Hoodie.  He gasps.  Sweatshirt stays there to watch the show.  Or maybe he is her Master.  I watch her service the long thin dick next to me—and then leave them to it…

*

It's getting late.  What I’m not seeing tonight are people on the fuck bench or the sling.  I really want to drop my load and go home.

I move into the maze.  There is one man there who has no interest in me.  He leaves.  I find a glory hole I hadn’t noticed on my previous cruising.  My dick is semi-hard and I push it through.  At that moment, a very tall CD in a short blond pageboy wig arrives with a 20-something Black guy.  I have seen her service a number of men in the public spaces.  She is likely my age, but hides it well.  She does a double take on seeing me there, but then mutters “Join us.”   The CD kneels and begins sucking the young man.  I turn away from the hole.  My cock hardens up.  I love that s/he has hiked up the short skirt and is beating a fat beer can of a cock as s/he blows the guy.

“Suck his dick,” says the young man.  The CD does just that, really sucking me deep.  The young man jerks his cock.  I guide the wigged head back to the young man.  And then back to me.  The three of us are nicely in tune.

“Can I fuck you?” he finally asks.

For a moment, I think the CD is going to say no.  After a tiny pause, s/he stands up, pulls down the panties and displays a hot, shaved bubble butt.  The young man takes my offer of lube, covering his cock and pushing in.  The CD grabs the wall for balance, taking his hard thrusting like a champ.  He shoots inside 50 seconds, he is so turned on.

“I don’t know if I can take you,” s/he mutters, “but I’m damn well going to try.”

“You’ve got that extra lube in you now,” I murmur as I go to my knees.  I push my face between those freshly shaven butt cheeks.  The young man’s load begins to drip onto my tongue.  I groan.  So does the person I’m felching.  The beer can is so aroused, s/he pushes it back for me to lick the dripping head.  I do—and shove the precum up the hole in front of me.

I stand up.  I enter that cum dripping hole with ease.  I begin to fuck, rather shallowly, then slightly deeper with each stroke.

“Fuck, yes!”

I slap the ass in front of me, making it tighten around my cock.  The cum squelches as I fuck.  I know I’m close.  This is better than I’d hoped for—having a big cum load to fuck in.

“You want it?”

“Fill me up.  Sir!

That does it.  I begin firing away.  Blast after blast.  It’s a terrific orgasm after all the hours of stoking the fire.

I pull out slowly.  I go to my knees and lick up some of our mixed cum.  Not much, just a little clean up.  I stand—and without any coaxing, my cock is sucked clean from that cum-hungry tongue…

Working the Cruisy Playspace All Afternoon (Part One)

 Lansing—August, 2025

On the last Saturday of the month, I went back to the cruisy playspace that recently re-opened after a fire.  Once again, I made a day of it.  I packed dinner, made sure I had plenty of lube (and even a few Magnums) and arrived there in the afternoon. 

 

The lot is not as full as my last visit.  I go in and pay my admission.  I make a tour of the entire building—the television lounges, the dark room, the glory holes next to the sling and fuck bench.  I see perhaps three men on their phones who look bored…so much so that they don’t even look up as I pass them.  I go back to the main lounge where there is a good bisexual video running.  I open my pants and pull out my dick.  I stroke.

A tall, thin young man comes out from one of the play alcoves in the corner of the room.  He sees my dick—and walks over.  He sits next to me on the couch with a ‘Hello, Daddy.’  He has longish dark hair, pulled back in a ponytail.  He kneads his own crotch as he looks at my dick.  I smile at him and look back at the screen.

A moment.

“Does Daddy fuck?”

I turn to him.  I was expecting his mouth, but I’ll be happy to start with his ass.  I nod and he leads the way back to the alcove.  He pushes down his jeans, exposing a very white, very thin ass.  He bends, supporting himself on the back of a chair.   “Put that big cock inside me.”  I don’t know why I don’t rim him—I really want to—but I just follow his directions.  I lube up and push into him.  He sighs.  His cock is thin with a sharp downward curve.  He starts stroking it the moment I begin to fuck.  He has a dirty mouth.  And he uses it.  He tells me how good it feels.  How I can fuck him anytime/anywhere.  How he loves cum in his ass.  How it tastes better after it’s been deep inside him.

I fuck him harder and harder.  He beats his cock in time to the fuck stroke I’m delivering.  I build to a real butt pounding tempo.  I thrust hard and hold as deeply inside him as I can get.  I pull out slowly.  He groans and spins and takes me, for the only time, into his mouth…

*

I wander.  Nothing is happening at the gay screen or the gloryholes.  Yet.  I settle down back in the main lounge and stroke to the bisexual video.  A new arrival.  A man I saw here on my last visit.  His wedding ring catches the light from the television screen.  He passes me, nodding, and continues on down the hall to the gay screen.

I stroke.

He’s back.  Nodding to me and sitting in a chair, near me.  He pulls out a very regulation sized cock and strokes to the same video I’m watching—and occasionally to the trans video in the corner.  He makes small talk.  It takes about five minutes, but he is soon kneeling between my legs and sucking my cock deep into his throat.  He’s not bad.  I wish he’d been here earlier to really get me warmed up.  He takes me to the root repeatedly.  And only stops when his knees give out.  He tells me he wants more later.  And he does suck me again—several times—throughout the afternoon…

I stroke a little, using his spit.  A transwoman arrives and struts past me with a flowing auburn wig and a flaming red skirt.  I stroke a little more, than decide to wander.   There she is—on the fuck bench, no less, the skirt up around her waist.  The ass is plump and shaved.  I go into the cage where the bench is located.  I kneel and eat her ass.  I get the slightest of sighs out of her.  I stand up and slap my cock on the upturned butt.  No reaction.  My finger touches her pucker.  Her cock, hanging there, lengthens—the only reaction that I am doing something right.  I line up my cock and push into that pucker.  I glide in easily.  Pre-lubed and ready.  I fuck.  Slow.  Then hard.  And fast.  Waiting to get some sort of reaction.  There is none.  At all.

I pull out and leave her to it…

*

I go back to the big lobby and stroke to the same video.  A handsome man enters.  He is around my age, and built much like me—tall and thin with a big bulge in his khakis.  He makes the entire circuit, passing me without a glance.  But he’s back.  He passes me, looking at my cock.  He stands in the door of the dark room.  Looking at me.  Then disappears into it.  I follow, not bothering to shove my cock into my pants.

Damn.  It’s pitch black.  I work carefully to the far wall, bumping into a chair on the way.  My eyes adjust.  The man is standing behind the room divider with the gloryhole in it.  He has his dick out.  I can sense it more than see it.  I move closer.  He reaches for my cock.  I do the same.  His is just hardening up.  Long and thin, with an amazing amount of foreskin.

“Do you suck?” he whispers.

And here I thought I’d be on the receiving end.  I don’t answer, I just go to my knees.  He is the perfect girth to go all the way into my throat without any risk of gagging.  He groans as my tongue begins exploring his foreskin.  He instantly erects the rest of the way.  I have worked the flesh off his cock head.  My tongue is in his piss slit.  He gasps.  He grabs my ears and begins face fucking me.  Making me take every inch of him.  He shudders.  His cock expands.  And nothing comes out.  He is having a totally dry orgasm.  And loving it.  I keep him buried in my mouth until he chooses to pull out.  He thanks me.  Repeatedly.  And leaves me still on my knees in the dark…

*

The crowd is building.  Three or four hetro couples have arrived.  One rents a room.  They do a bondage scene visible through a barred window.  Men congregate there to watch—and one to openly jerk.  I check how it’s going each time I pass.

At the end of the corridor, I watch men play with a very large cross dresser who has rented a room and is allowing anyone to use either hole. 

I head back to the gloryholes.  I see a closed door so I head to the hole opposite that compartment and stick my cock through the hole.  It is immediately enveloped in a hot, wet mouth.  He, I assume, suckles it.  Then pulls off me and strokes it with a calloused hand.  He sucks me a second time. 

The gloryholes here are not really good for my height.  I am doing a knee bend to get my cock at the right level.  Finally, I just have to straighten up, so I pull out of his mouth and go out the door.  Instantly, the guy sucking me comes out of his cubicle and finds me in the back corridor.  He all but drags me into the biggest of the gloryhole cubicles, sits me on a chair and goes to his knees.  He is a really good sucker.  And I do prefer to touch him as he sucks my dick.  And now, in a much better position, he takes all of me down his throat.

Finally, he pulls off me.  “I love your cock,” he whispers.

We briefly reverse, with me sucking his hard six-incher.  But he really wants me to stand and fuck his face.  I do just that.  When I pull out of his mouth, I bring a long, loopy strand of deep throat spittle.  I wrap it around my dick as he says:

“Can I see you again?”

I offer him my phone number.

“I can’t.  Married.”

I shrug.

“Well, what do you drive?  I can stop by and see if you are here…”

I tell him and he leaves happy.  As if…

I walk the corridor and stop at the window of the bondage scene.  She is no longer tied to the fuck bench, but lying on the bed, her legs splayed.  His head is buried in her.  Wonderfully wet slurping sounds fill their room.

I decide it’s dinner time…

(So much more to come after my meal…)

A Cruisy Playspace Re-opens: An Anal Evening (conclusion)

 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…