Braydon's Cummy Ass

 Near Home—October, 2021

It was inevitable that after meeting Braydon by chance at the bookstore, we would want to do it again.  (That meet is here in The Reverse Felch.)  We set the day and time during the last few days of October.  I drove in after lunch and was pleased to see a number of cars in the parking lot…

 

Braydon is already here.  He nods to me as I buy my ticket and follows me into the straight theatre.  I sit for a moment.  He hovers on the back wall.  There are a fair number of men in the room.  Not one is doing anything sexually overt.  There is not even a surreptitious squeeze to the crotch.  I stand up, nod to Braydon and we go next door.

There is one man in here who eyes us for a moment before turning back to the screen.  I sit, spread my legs wide and haul out my hardening cock.  I look at Braydon standing against the wall.  He nods and gets on his knees in front of me.  He bends and begins giving me extremely good head.

The other guy watches us.  But he does not want to join.  Or even stroke to what we are doing.

Eventually he leaves.  We take a break.  Braydon goes to the arcade to see if he can find playmates; I go to the straight theatre.  We both return empty handed.

“Let’s fuck.  Show me your butt…”

He grabs a chair to lean on.  He pulls his pants down and I get my cock back out.  He bends.  I kneel.  My face plants into his extremely hairy ass crack.  My cock gets harder yet—until it is almost painful.

The door behind us opens.  A man I know, my age, walks down into my sight line.  He has appeared in this blog many times as he used to give motel parties—and always wanted me there.  Cam realizes it’s me and gropes himself. 

He watches me eat.  Lick.  Spit. Stand.  And enter the wet ass.  Even Braydon’s groaning does not make him unzip.  Obviously he has mistimed his Viagra.  I fuck slowly.  Nice long strokes to let Cam see my cock entering and exiting.

Eventually he gets hard enough to let Braydon suck his cock.  This makes me fuck hard.  I also slap Braydon’s ass once to get him back to squeezing down on my cock.

Cam suddenly zips up and leaves.  I ask if he shot. 

“Nope, not hard enough.”

I pull out and kneel to taste his fucked hole.  Braydon loves this—knowing how much his ass juices turn me on. 

The door opens again.  A man closer to Braydon’s age and build comes in—a very furry bear with a goatee.  His pants tent instantly.  He leans against the wall, watching me rim.  I stand up, slap my cock on Braydon’s bare butt and push back into his wet hole.

The new bear unzips with a “Damn…”  He takes out a nice thick dick and strokes it.

“Use his mouth, man.  It’s why he’s here.”

He moves to Braydon’s head,  and is quickly engulfed.

“Oh, yeah…He’s good.”  He stands still and let’s Braydon do his job. 

“You want to fuck him?”

“I’d love to—but…oh, fuck!”  He begins to dump his load in Braydon’s mouth.  It goes on and on.

“Don’t swallow it all,” I bark.

Braydon knows what I want.  When the guy finally pulls out of his mouth, I pull out of his ass and move to the side.  My cupped hand is under Braydon’s mouth.  He drools a huge load into my palm—so big I can’t keep it all on my hand.  I look at the Bear and coat my dick with his semen. 

“Fuck…” he sighs as he sees me fuck his cum into Braydon’s sloppy hole.  The hole that was feeling good is now transformed into the smoothness that only a load of jizz can give.  I fuck him slowly—and deeply.  I want it to stay inside him.  At least for now.

“So hot,” says the Bear as he zips up.  “Thanks.”  He touches Braydon’s shoulder—and then mine.  “I guess I bred him after all.”   He leaves.

I fuck a little more in the velvety ass canal.

The door opens.  It is the Latino who always want me to fuck him—and who never cleans out.  And while he still touches his ass as he drops his trousers, he is rock hard and sticks his foreskin covered cock into Braydon’s mouth.

He matches my thrusts.  Then points to the ass I’m fucking.  I pull out and he sinks his cock into Braydon.  I go around and feed Braydon some of the Bear’s cum off my cock.  I watch the Latino push in—his eyes light up.   He wasn’t expecting a load in him already.  He fucks Braydon hard and fast.

I indicate I want back in.  He brings his cock back to Braydon’s mouth.  I can only guess how much cum is trapped in the over abundance of skin on the Latino’s cock head.  I fuck for a bit.  Braydon cleans cock.

We switch again.  This time the Latino indicates he wants me to fuck him as he fucks Braydon.  I don’t want to risk it—though I normally love that position. 

This time, after he pulls out the Latino let’s himself be cleaned—but he puts his cock away and leaves.  I sink into Braydon’s ass.  Is it creamier yet?  I can’t tell for sure.  But my cock goes into overdrive just at the thought.  I fuck into him significantly harder.

And blast deep into his hole…grabbing onto him for support.

 

 

Braydon reached the milestone of being added to the label cloud.  You can find all his adventures with me by clicking on his name.

The Strip Tease in the Booth (Ah, But Underneath...)

Near Home—August, 2018

Work was beginning to wind down.  I could get away at an unusual time.  I ended up at the bookstore in the middle of the afternoon on a weekday.  It was a totally different crowd.

“You have such a hot mouth.”

I am on my knees in front of a guy who’s likely my age, but looks a little older.  His regulation sized dick is in my mouth, sticking out of his loudly patterned Bermuda shorts.  We had started sitting side by side on the couch in the straight theatre.  He had reached to stroke my cock.  I had returned the favor.  He’d leaned over and licked the head of mine.  When he stopped, I slid to the floor and swallowed him down. 

His cock is gushing precum.  My tongue keeps swiping it out of his piss slit.  I am pretty sure I’m going to get a load before I do much more.  I can feel his balls tightening.

“Wait!”  He stands up, wresting his dick from me.  “I want my money’s worth.”  I just look at him.  “I just walked in and I’m not ready to shoot.”  He zips up and takes off to the arcade.

A man I hadn’t paid any attention to down front speaks up.  “I’ll give you something to suck.”  He stands—and it’s Cam, the man who used to throw terrific motel parties—many of which are detailed in these pages.  He sits on the couch in the same position, his pants undone.  He reaches down and pulls my head into him.  “I want to get off and go home.”  I swallow him down.

And swallow the load.  Huge.

*****

Thirty minutes later.  A man with a straw Fedora comes in.  He sits next to me on the couch.  

“There’s some good dick in the arcade,” he tells me.  Then he sees mine.  “Sweet Jesus.  Let me suck that.”

He’s good, once he removes the hat so he can be a little more active with his head.  He pulls off me.  “Do you suck?”

“Sure.”

“I have a big old load for you.”

And he does—every bit as big as Cam’s.

*****

Thirty minutes later.

There is a man standing against the wall next to me.  I can’t tell if he wants head or not.  He gropes himself—but only occasionally.  He never unzips his fly.

The door opens again.  A young man in his twenties enters; he’s out of place in our 50+ crowd.  He stops—his eyes are riveted to my cock.  Finally, he looks up from my dick and into my eyes.  The hunger is written all over his face.  I simply spread my legs, inviting him in.  He walks towards me.  He reaches out his hand—and grabs mine.  He pulls me up, out of my seat.  The young man takes me out the door—my dick still waving in the breeze—and into one of the booths that are supposed to be reserved for men “previewing” a video.  I lock the door.

Without a word, he begins undressing.  Shoes off.  Pants follow, folded neatly on top of the shoes.  Shirt unbuttoned, folded and laid on top of the pants.  Underwear follows—designer and skimpy.  I sit on the padded bench and watch the strip tease.  He’s Italian, I think.  His hair is jet black.  There is dusting on his young, not very muscled chest.  He’s that boy in so much of Renaissance art.   That Boy/Man.  My cock drools as he bends over, showing me his ass, each time he places an item on the clothes pile.

He stands, unsure of what to do next.  His dick is not fully hard.  He’s uncut and the head is mostly covered by a generous foreskin.  When he sees my looking at it, his hand instinctively covers it. 

I spread my legs again—the same invitation.  He kneels between them.  His hand grabs my dick and he looks at it for a long moment before his mouth engulfs me.  He’s good.  And no, he’s not as good as some of the men who have been sucking cock for 40 to 50 years.  But he’s good for a young man.  A young man who knows he needs to worship a Daddy dick.  He grunts as he finally takes me to the root.  I look down and his cock is now fully erect.  And twice as big as it appeared before.

He worships every inch of my shaft.  Sucking.  Licking.  He moves to my balls.  Grunting as he smells the day’s sweat on them.  He pulls my pants down my legs.  I lean back. Now he is working under my balls.  He stops two licks short of my hole.  He comes back up and engulfs my entire dick, starting the whole process over again. 

After the third time, I stand up.  I fuck his face.  He loves this.  And I’m going deep.  When I stop, I pull out long cords of deep spit.   They fall on his chin.  Without thinking, I bend to kiss him.  I can see a flash of panic for a millisecond.  And then he melts into me.  He’s a great kisser.  Hungry and passionate and not afraid of exchanging spit.

We break apart.  Both panting.

“I need to taste you.”

He stands, waiting for me to suck his engorged cock.  I slip to the floor.  I’m right at eye level with it.  I grab his hips and turn him.  He suddenly knows exactly what I want.  He leans against the built in bench, presenting me his ass.  It’s full and hairless (except for his ass crack where it’s a jungle of black hair.)  I burrow in.  He groans and strokes his dick.  His hole is tight.  I have to work to get it to begin to relax.  I must be doing something right—he stops stroking, reaches back and spreads his cheeks apart.  He holds them in place.  His hole relaxes.  I go a little deeper.  He gasps and let’s go, his hands flying to stroking his dick as I continue to eat him out.

He finally has to stand up.  Only then do I suck his cock.  It actually does down a little with my paying attention to it—he’s truly hole driven.

“Do you want to get fucked?”

“Yeah.”  He looks at me.  “But I don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t either.”

“Then not today.”

“Ok…”  I make a mental note to keep some in the pockets of the clothes I wear to the bookstore.

“I want you to shoot in my mouth,” he says.  It’s a whisper.  Intimate and close to my ear.

He goes back to sucking me.  He works very hard.  I close my eyes and think about rimming his hole.  I can feel my balls tightening. 

Soon enough I’m giving him my load.  As big a load as either of the two that I swallowed earlier today.

Talk About Anal...

Near Home—December, 2016

Kurt, the man who used to take most of my arm up his ass, is pulling back from all that mass going up him.  He’s concentrating on dick.  He asked for another public fuck at the bookstore.  It worked out quite well.  I was given exquisite head by a young African American to get ready to fuck Kurt’s very white ass.  I did.  Cam, a local top, happened to be there and filled Kurt’s mouth with his dick as I fucked him.  Cam gave Kurt a load to swallow.

Kurt pulled off me and went to one of the other men watching us fuck.  He sucked the guy and made him shoot.  Kurt came back to me, drooled the load he’d just taken onto my cock and had me fuck it deep into his gut.

It was a mind fuck—and Kurt came very fast as I churned that cum into his ass.  He left after cleaning up.  And while all that was hot and fun, it was another moment at the bookstore I want to write about…

I stay behind.  I am not even close to getting off.  The young African American guy returns and hunkers down between my legs.  There is a very buttoned down man watching us.  Early 40’s, suit pants, shirt and tie.  He is visibly fighting the urge to knead the front of his expensive pants with his left hand.  In his right he holds the wastebasket Kurt has just tossed his clean up napkins. 

Button Down comes and stands to my left.  I’m hoping I’ll be blowing him as I continue to get the hot young mouth on me.  But no.

Button Down sets the waste basket down in front of him.  Precisely.  He squares it so the long side of it is resting right at the tips of his beautifully polished shoes.  He undoes his belt and unzips.  He rolls the waistband of his pants down his legs so there is a very little of his suit pants touching the floor. 

His tie is loosened.  Just.  It is thrown over his left shoulder.  He unbuttons his shirt.  The tails of which are tucked into the side waistband of his skimpy designer underwear.  Only then does he pull the front of his underwear down so the waistband is under his balls. It’s a small cock.  With bigger balls.

His right hand finds the tiniest bottle of lube I have ever seen in his shirt pocker.  It’s in a tiny Ziploc bag.  He opens the bag, leaves the bottle in the bag and opens it in there.  Two tiny squirts of lube go on his dick.  The bottle and bag are sealed and stowed away.

His right hand connects with his lubed (just) dick.  He watches the movie.  He watches me getting sucked.  He has done maybe a dozen strokes on his cock.

He does a small plie that allows him to pick up the wastebasket with his left hand.

It’s his trigger.  His cock erupts—firing directly into the held basket.  Maybe three jets of cum.  He puts it down and finds a linen handkerchief in his shirt pocket alongside the encased bottle of lube.  He cleans himself up daintily.

The shirt is buttoned.  The tie tightened and the pants unrolled, still holding their crease.

He picks up the wastebasket and returns to its usual place under the fire extinguisher. 

I’d like to say he smiles at us as he leaves the room.  But no.  Eyes straight ahead, now that he is sated, he lets himself out the door, catching the handle so it doesn’t slam shut. 

While the Wife's Away

The Town Next to Mine—August, 2016

After my rest area recognition, I went home, ate dinner and got ready for the party.  It was being hosted by Cam, the top man who usually tosses these gatherings in various local motels.  His wife has been gone for most of the summer and he has the house to himself.  I tossed some lube in my gym bag, my wrist band—as if no one would know I’m a top—and a towel.  I set off on a dark, starless night.  I had no idea who would be there—or how many men had been invited.

I find his house easily.  It seems very dark, but that may be for the neighbor’s benefit.  I know to just walk in the side door.  I do.  No one is around.  There is porn playing on the living room television. I see lube on an end table.  I look into the bedroom where we play when we aren’t in the living room.  No one.  I put down my bag and look around.  Is there a basement I don’t know about?  I don’t see a logical door.  I go back out into the kitchen.  A door there is ajar—opposite the door I entered.  I open it.  Three naked men are outside in the enclosed yard.  All drinking out of huge plastic cups and idly feeling up their own dicks as one of them smokes a cigarette. 

Cam waves a welcome.  He tells me to go in and strip down.  He soon joins me in the living room as I strip off my jeans and shows me another way to join them outside—as the door I used is in full view of a neighbor.  I go out the preferred way, dressed in my jock, through the garage.  I know the other top—he is the thin ginger man, about my age, who has appeared in these pages.  I don’t know the bottom—he’s a new favorite of Cam’s.  He’s in his early 50’s, with dark blond hair cut quite short.  He carries his extra weight fairly well.  And he has a hairy chest.  Nice.

But they are much more interested in their drinks right now than sex.  I chat a bit, then go in and look at the 1990’s porn on the television.  Did I really find this hot back then?  There is very little true passion—and a lot of perfectly coiffed, immovable hair.

The tall thin top joins me.  He’s ready to fuck, too.  We sit side my side and try to stroke to the porn.  Soon his mouth is on me.  When he comes up for air, I go down on him.  He oozes some pre-cum into my mouth. 

I pull off him.  “Let me eat your ass.”

He loves this.  He kneels on the sofa, supporting his himself holding on the back.  He juts out his bony butt at me.  I find his hole with my tongue.  He groans.  I eat and stroke myself happily.

“Sit on my face.”  I lie down on the floor, a pillow under my head.  He happily sits down, keeping his full weight off me.  I tongue his deeply.  He presses down.  He cuts off my air.  I tap his thighs to tell him to get up so I can breathe. 

No response.

I do it again.

Still no response and now I really can’t breathe.  I twist my head and catch a breath.  I push him up.  He reacts like he’s been asleep.  Odd.  I get up as the others come in.

“There’s another bottom coming,” Cam tells us.  He names a name I don’t know.

“I’m not going to fuck him,” the tall thin top tells us.  “I don’t even want to be in the same room with him.”

He grabs the current bottom and all but drags him into the bedroom.  Cam and I look at each other as we hear sounds of frenzied fucking in the bedroom.  Just as we are about to go join them, we hear the sounds of the tall thin top ejaculating.

He is dressed and gone in moments. 

I go into the bedroom.  “Let me taste his load in your ass.”

“Oh, yeah—Cam told me you liked to do that.  Go for it.  Eat me out.”

I hunker down behind the man still on all fours.  He’s dripping—full of seed.  My tongue snakes out.  I clean up all the spillage.  Then I start drilling deeper into his hole.  I add my cock to really open his hole.  When I pull it out, this makes a gush of seed rush out and I lean down to catch it on my tongue.

This is the first time in weeks I have done anything like this…it’s too much. 

I blow my load all over the bed. 

*****

The new bottom arrives.  He looks like an out of shape Harley guy.  They talk about the quick departure of the other top.  It’s too gossipy for me.  But as I dress, they also talk about how earlier that night the top had had a mini black-out while fucking—like he just checked out for a few moments. 

I think back to his unresponsive, heaviness on my face. 

I wonder…

A Bookstore Summer: Poppers and Double Bagging

Near Home—June, 2015

Friday night.  No sex for a week.  No one online.  Back to the bookstore.

I am on the couch in the straight theatre.  No one else is around.  No one. 

No one but the man who is giving me head.  It’s the very large Black man with the mouth of velvet.  He is hell-bent on getting my cum this time.  He has been working for a long time—but it takes a very long time for me to get off with oral sex. 

“Do my balls,” I suggest, thinking my jerking as he laps at my low hangers will help.  He does, but he’s not pleased.  He sighs and licks at them rather half-heartedly.  My orgasm recedes even farther.  I let him back up on my dick, but his knees are shot.  He finally admits defeat and heads back to the arcade—the land of the two minute man. 

The straight porn is bad.   My mind wanders and my erection flags. 

There is the sound of movement in the gay theatre.  I can hear it through the vent in the dividing wall.  I pull my clothes together and go investigate.  A man sits alone against the back wall.  He’s around my age, and rather distinguished looking in very dressy clothes for this place.  I sit near him, leaving a seat between us. 

I take my dick out.  He unzips and puts his four fingers inside and strokes himself keeping his fingers flat—eyes on the big screen television. 

With no preamble—and rather loud:  “I’ll suck your dick if you give me a hit of poppers.”

I look at him.  “I don’t have any.”

We go back to watching the movie in silence.

“Are you sure?” he says, not looking at me.  “All gay men have poppers.”

I turn to him.  “You don’t.”

“Well, I’m not gay.”

“You’re the one offering to suck my cock,” I point out.

“Well, I’ll do anything with poppers.”  He condescends to look at me.  “Give me a hit and I’ll show you.”

“I don’t have any,” I say again.

He turns away from me in disgust, not believing me for a second.  He zips up and leaves.

*****

It feels like hours later.  But I’m sure it’s not that long.  I am licking the ass of my regular fuck bud from here.  He looks to be in his upper 30’s, but I’m sure he’s hit by 40 now, his sandy colored hair has some grey in it when we are in the full light of the sales room.  He’s trim, hairy and hung—and loves my dick in his butt—or his cock in my throat.  He’s naked but for athletic socks, his clothes stashed in the back corner.  He is kneeling in the seat of his chair—and my face is buried in his butt as I stroke.

The door opens.  We don’t stop.  It’s a college aged man.  He pulls out his dick the moment he registers what we are doing.  His black skin looks even darker against the white of his underwear.  

My FB turns so his mouth is available.  The young man puts a condom on his dick.  I really wanted to be the first up my bud, but I don’t mind.  Then the young man puts on a second condom—and sticks his latex smothered cock in my bud’s mouth.

I spit one last time into the hole I have been slurping on, and make a show of sticking my raw cock into the wet ass.  The young man wants to see every inch disappear, but he doesn’t take the hint to lose the latex.  I fuck for a long time.  He is very tight tonight.  And I’m horned as hell—but in no danger of blowing yet. 

I offer the young man a chance to fuck.  He shakes his head.

The door opens. 

It’s the distinguished looking man.  “Who has poppers?”  he asks of this trio of spit roasting fags.  And not one of us do.  He leaves with a muttered “Hrumph.”

The young man pulls off a condom, jerks his dick and pulls off the second one.  He shoots across my bud’s chin—all of his load going on the grungy floor.  He pulls himself together—and my bud pulls off me.

“I can’t take anymore.  It’s been a long time for anything back there.”

We meet up later and he gives me his load down my throat—which triggers mine.

Saturday night.  My friend Cam wants me to come to the bookstore—he has a hot bottom in tow and no place to fuck.  I finagle my schedule to get a second night off. 

They don’t show.   The bottom chickens out. 

The place is pretty much deserted.  A  White man of considerable girth begs to suck my cock.  I let him.

“Give me your cum,” he grunts out. 

I stand over him, forcing my balls to be licked as I jerk.  I will myself to give this guy the load so I can go home.  It works.  I shove my length into his mouth as I cum.  He grunts in delight.  I shoot a big load.

And he spits it out.  Repeatedly.  Hacking and spitting into the corner.

I button my jeans up in disgust and vow I won’t have sex again until I can have real sex. 

And I get it the very next week on my night off—Derrick invites me back to his well-stocked playroom to meet his boy…

“You Know I Like ‘em Young”

Northwest Indiana—May, 2015

My friend Cam was hosting another motel fuck party.  He invited 31 of his favorites from previous gatherings.  At least 17 men showed up—though not all at one time.  A guy would shoot and leave and another would arrive.  At the peak, we had about 13 men packed into the cheap motel room.  But both double beds were always full. 

I am about the fourth or fifth to arrive.   Two guys are lazily sucking cock on the bed right inside the door.  I strip at the back of the room.  I want to piss, but the door is closed to the bathroom.  Cam is letting a grey haired man suck him on the back bed.  I thrust my hardening cock towards the man licking Cam’s cock, so he can fellate both of us.  Almost immediately the door to the bathroom opens.  A very young man walks out.  Cam makes a bee line to him.  He must be the featured bottom for this morning.  He looks about 5’7”, thin with just enough chest definition to show he does some exercise.  His hair is a reddish brown, cut asymmetrically.  There is a swath of a magenta dye from the part to where the bangs hit just over his eyes.  I decide he’s been watching too much European Twink porn.  I watch Cam kiss and fuck him while I keep busy with many new arrivals.  But I never take my eyes totally off this young one.  I watch him take on every top man in the room.  He loves raw Daddy dick in his ass.

“You know I like ‘em young,” Cam whispers to me at some point.

“But legal?

“Believe it or not, I know he’s in college down here.  He’s not 15— he just looks like it.”

I leave him to go eat out the lanky Hippie who likes to be fucked with a Magnum. 

*****

I am keeping track now.  Cam has shot his load in the young one and left me and the Hippie in charge of the room.  The young man has been on all fours for a silver haired top of about 60 who fucks but chooses not to shoot.  Then a young Black man with a dick an inch longer than mine, but thinner—he does not shoot either.  Up next is a grey haired versatile gentleman with a fat dick, who loads the boy.  A tall Black man tries to fuck him next.  His dick isn’t that big, but he can never find the right angle—and ends up shooting down someone else’s throat. 

And then it is my turn with the boy.

He is on all fours.  My face is plastered to his sticky ass cheeks which are awash with lube and cum.  The boy is riding a popper high.  His nose is rarely out of the bottle.  He gurgles happily as my tongue strokes his well fucked hole.

I stand up.  My cock slaps his wet ass crack.  It pokes at his gaping pucker.    His sphincter is loose, but he’s tight and wet as I inch into him.

“Oh, Jesus,” he mumbles into the cheap satin bedspread.  “Cam told me you were huge.”  I bottom out.  I hold.  I can feel the remnants of the two loads in him slide all over my cock.  I begin a slow fuck.  Inching out.  Inching back in.  The popper vapor is everywhere.  A bottom clambers up on the bed, trying to feed his dick to the boy—but he’s ignored—the boy is lost in the sensations happening in his ass.

I pick up speed.  I would love to load him, too, and get on home.  I buck into him once too hard and he pulls off me like I have shoved a red hot poker up his ass. 

“I need a break.”  And he takes one, sucking cock in a 69 with the Hippie.

A hot man of my age, (gym built with buzzed hair) has been watching.  He instantly is on my cock, cleaning me with his tongue and somehow knowing I want to kiss him after he gets a good mouthful.  When our mouths come up for air, he sits on my cock and rides me.  Hard and fast.  Grinding my shoulders into the mattress with his meaty hands.

I think I am going to shoot into him—but he beats me to it.  A perfect arc of cum shoots onto my face.  I get some in my mouth—but most is in my beard.  But the pig riding me makes sure his tongue cleans me up—and delivers the rest of the load into my mouth.

*****

We are all getting off and going home.

The long Black top unloads down my throat.  So deep I can barely taste it.

The Silver haired top shoots in my mouth, too.

The young one says his ass can’t take anymore.  I suggest he sits on my face.

“Yes!  Which way around?”

I tell him he should watch my dick—for it’s bound to explode with that used ass on my face and tongue.

“You don’t have to do anything.  Just ride my ton—.” I never get the word out.  His sticky ass has sealed itself around my mouth.  I can’t breathe.  Nor do I want to.  I can taste the loads, slowly seeping down onto my tongue.  He is moaning and huffing the poppers again. 

And then I feel it.  He shoots across my chest and abs.

My cum joins his.  It’s a huge puddle which he mixes with his left hand.

And just in time his ass lifts off my face and I gasp some fresh air into my lungs…

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Motel Party -- Sandwiched

Northern Indiana—November, 2014

In the entry ‘MotelParty—An Unexpected Felch’ I mentioned that the host, my friend Cam, had such a good time, that he threw another gathering just two weeks later.  He decided on a new city to attract new men.  I was the only common denominator. This time we were in a slightly more upscale motel room.  The two double beds were constantly busy.  In the three to four hours I was there, I think about nine men came to get their rocks off.  Here are several moments from that day—where I helped many of the participants achieve their goal…

I am sprawled, naked but for my jock, getting sporadic head.  I am watching Cam, over on the bed nearest the door, where he rims a hot Hispanic young man.  I push my man’s head down on my cock.  He wants to stay just working my head—when he’s not checking his phone.  I need my whole shaft worked.  I look over.  Cam is reared up and tying to insert.  The young man rolls away as he feels Cam’s rampant cock poke at his ass.  I tell my cock sucker—a man who was once handsome—to lick my balls.

I look at Cam again.  He’s convinced the Hispanic to take his bare cock.   The young guy, getting fucked on his back, jerks his own cock furiously.  I am sure I will never get to sample that ass—he will cum any second now and leave.

My cocksucker is still distracted.  Then it hits me.  He’s high.

The young man shoots.  He is dressed and out the door instantly.  I suggest the high cocksucker leave as well.  He does, leaving a couple articles of clothing behind.

*****

A bottom who I’ve fucked before shows up.  He’s mid 30’s, with dark blond hair which is just beginning to thin.  His face has the requisite stubble.  His barrel chest has little hair, but he’s a forest below the waist.  He carries some extra weight—but it makes for a great mound of ass.  I fall in, eating Brandon’s butt as he sucks on Cam’s cock.  On the other bed, two men are 69-ing—lost in each other and paying us no heed.

Cam and I change positions.  I have gotten Brandon’s hole wet enough for Cam’s spit slicked cock to slide in.  He fucks him slowly—relishing the tight hole I know this man possesses.  I don’t have to guide Brandon—he is constantly slurping on my cock.  He is taking full advantage of being spit roasted.

“You need to fuck him.  His hole is so tight.”

Cam and I change again.  Brandon has no issues with ass to mouth—he can’t wait to clean Cam’s cock.  I taste the ass Cam was just fucking.  The texture of the hole now feels totally different.  It makes my cock spit up a huge dollop of pre-cum.  I wipe that on Brandon’s hole, too.  I stand up.  My cock head starts in, but Brandon tenses.  Cam grabs poppers off the bed and feeds them to the bottom.  Magically, my cock glides in as he relaxes.  I hold stock still.  Only when Brandon looks at me over his shoulder do I begin the first of countless fucks I throw him that day.

*****

Brandon is feeling really proud—and he should.  He has become the only bottom.  Four guys have fucked him.  The third one gave him a load—which has made another man (who usually bottoms) stiffen up and fuck Brandon’s load slick ass.  He grunts out a second load into Brandon as I answer the door. 

I let in the hunk of the party.  He’s a tall, incredibly built, African-American.  When he strips down his large dick springs out of his white shorts.  Every man in the room wants to go down on him.  And he lets everybody do just that.  When it’s my turn, I note that my cock may be longer, but his is thicker.  Throw-your-jaw-out thicker.

And the new arrival can’t wait to get into Brandon’s ass.  The moment I pull off his dick, he is feeling up Brandon’s hole.  He’s up him in no time.  Brandon huffs poppers again and the big, black cock glides into him.

“I’m gonna cum too fast,” the BBC pulls out of Brandon.  I offer to clean his dick.  I do.  The mix of cum from the hole is amazing.  And that’s when BBC grabs my cock.  “Nice,” he sighs, hefting it.  “Let me suck it.”  We spend a long time, me fucking his mouth and Brandon sucking the cock that has just been up him.  BBC squirms around, so his mouth is next to my ear.  “You fuck with that?”

I nod.

“Show me.”  He pulls Brandon off his cock and tells him to get on all fours. 

I push into the well fucked hole.  I plow him.  Hard.  Showing off.  I want BBC to whisper in my ear that he wants me to fuck him. 

He does one better:  “I want you to fuck me while I’m fucking,” he announces to the room in general. 

I slow down and pull out.  BBC pulls Brandon to the side of the bed.  He stands on the floor and enters Brandon roughly.  He fucks a little, then bends over Brandon’s back in an open invitation for me to open his hole.  I surprise him with my tongue first.  This makes him fuck Brandon with long, slow strokes, grinding his ass into my face on the back strokes.  I tongue and spit, lubing my cock as I stroke it.  I stand up.  BBC pauses and bends.  My head plays on his hole for a moment and then I push into this top’s ass. 

BBC does all the work—I stand stock still—Brandon gets fucked as BBC presses forward—and he fucks himself on me as he pulls out of Brandon’s ass.  It’s the perfect fuck machine.  I want a video camera.  No one else is fucking—they are all watching us.

Amazingly, Brandon pulls away first.  I stop fucking BBC.  We re-position—this time Brandon on his back, BBC sliding into him on the bed.  I have to scramble up on the bed, too, to insert into BBC.

“I want you to seed this Black ass.”

This makes me want to start thrusting, but I let him control the scene.

“I’m gonna seed this boy—and I want you to breed me.”

But Brandon’ legs are cramping and he rolls out of it.  He grabs the big cock, not realizing how close BBC is to cumming.  It spurts a huge load all over him.  I am pushed out of BBC’s ass with the spasms of his orgasm.  Once he’s shot, He can’t take me in him again.

BBC promises to look me up on the hook up site.  And leaves. 

It takes another hour—but eventually I shoot my load in Brandon.

*****

BBC never did follow through with me online.  But the good news is that Cam is throwing a party at the end of January.  BBC wrote Cam and asked if I would be there. 

For some reason, I think I’ll go…

Motel Party -- An Unexpected Felch

Near Home—November, 2014

My friend and fuck-bud Cam threw two motel parties in November.  He wasn’t planning on it.   But he had such a good time at the first one, he decided to go to a different city and throw a second one.  He invited me to both. 

I have described Cam as about my age, though I think he’s a little older.  He is in decent shape, but definitely getting a little soft around the middle.  He has dark hair that is beginning to thin and often has a small mustache.  His very average sized dick is always hard and he gets men of all ages to come out and play.

The first one was in the city closest to me.  It was in a motel that used to be part of the chain of the cheapest motels, but it is no longer part of the franchise.  It was nothing special, but it was clean enough for the sex we wanted to have on the pair of double beds in the room.  It was the first cold day of November.  The heater under the cracked picture window ran constantly for the first few hours of play.  I was there for about 4 hours.  Seven other men came through the door.  Trying to talk about this group in a linear sequence of events defeated me on a first write up.  I’ll just give you a few highlights…

The moment I’m stripped I can finally focus on what is happening on the by the door.  Cam has a very young and thin Hispanic man on all fours.  Jerry, a rather furry and fleshy versatile, is feeding the hot man his dick and Cam is rimming him.  His face is buried in that young bubble butt.  It is the perfect thing for me to watch to get me hard.

“You need to taste this ass.”

Cam is looking right at me.  I nod.  And go over to take his place.  I must have the longer tongue, for the boy starts moaning around the cock in his mouth the moment I push in.  Cam replaces Jerry in the young man’s mouth.  I rim him as deep as I can get—reveling in that feel of young skin.  How different it feels on my scruffy cheeks.  I reluctantly give way for Jerry to take a turn licking this ass and take Cam’s place in the young man’s mouth. 

The three of us rotate again on him.  But this time he is flipped onto his back so the third person can suck his long, slender cock.  After Cam eats his hole one more time, he gets in position to sink his cock into the spit slick hole.  The boy feels it and wriggles away to catch his breath.

****

A trucker (early 40’s) arrives.  He only opens his fly.  The Hispanic and I suck his dick.  He tells the room what a big cock he has.  When I have swallowed his at best average dick for the second time, the trucker pulls me to my feet and feels my ass crack.  “You have a nice ass.  I bet you like big dick up there.”

Before I can answer, he zips up and is out the door, promising to return.  He never does.

*****

A hot, hair chested man in his early 40’s is naked and kneeling before me.  He gives excellent head.  I am now precumming heavily.  I bend and kiss my cocksucker.  He loves this as we exchange a very wet kiss.

I let him suck me some more.

I want to taste his ass.  I toss him on the bed.  He gets on all fours.  I kneel and lick his ass.  I can’t wait to fuck him.  I stand and enter him.  Instantly, I know he hasn’t prepped for this.  I pull out and push him towards the shower.  I spend what seems like hours at the wash basin.

*****

Two guys have arrived that I recognize from the bookstore.  They are both in that mold of young married dads who need to suck dick.  One is dark and one is dirty blond.  They are entwined in unending twistings and turnings on the bed by the door with the Hispanic between them.  Cam and I are taking turns fucking Jerry on the other bed.  I love a man who is confident in his clean out—Jerry loves the rotation we are giving him from ass to mouth.

A knock on the door.

A big, 30-something, ex footballer type is let in.  He strips down revealing a well preserved physique and is wonderfully hairy below the waist.  “I’m usually a top,” he announces to the room, “but today I want to get fucked.”  He suits action to the word by getting on all fours on the bed by the door.

The Married Dads literally line up behind him.  The dark haired one gets up the Footballer first.  He has to pull out quickly to stop himself from cumming.  The Hispanic kid has stuck his slender dick in the new guy’s mouth.  The dirty blond Dad spits on the Footballer’s hole.  He fucks him—showing off for the room.  Cam goes over and works the nipples of the dirty blond.

That’s all it takes.  A first load is shot in the footballer in the first ten minutes of his arrival.  I clean up the top, and Cam fucks him next, commenting on the load in him.  Dirty Blond Dad is out the door.

I settle down to licking the Hispanic’s ass while he’s still getting his cock sucked.  Soon, he’s pulled out of the mouth and bent himself so my tongue can have full access.

Cam pulls out of the Footballer and Jerry goes in.

Dark Haired married Dad and I are now sharing the Hispanic’s dick on the opposite bed.  The young man is panting.  It’s in my mouth that he shoots.  I swallow all his young seed.

The Dark Haired Dad fucks the Ex-Footballer.  And gives him a load.  Both he and the Hispanic stick around.

Jerry fucks the Footballer.  Then I do.  He’s great.  And with the cum in him, it’s a perfect feel on my cock.  I quickly think about something else.

Cam goes back up him and blows his first load.

Then Jerry.

“I need to get back to work,” the Footballer tells us.  “But I really want to get off.”  He looks at me.  “Can I sit on your face and jack off?”  Jeez—is he a reader of the blog??

I simply nod and lie back on the bed.  This mountain of a man straddles my face and then lowers himself down on me.  I can’t see—I can only taste the loads in his hole and hear him beating his meat.  The loads are sliding out of his open hole and down my throat.  Someone is sucking my cock.  I concentrate on cleaning him out, not on my impending cum shot.  Suddenly he grinds down on my face.  He cuts off all my air.  I can’t breathe.  But I get even more cum out of his hole as his body spasms.  He shoots his own load onto my pubes, where whoever is sucking my cock, stops and licks his load off me.

The Footballer gets off me, thanking me profusely.  I see now, it is the Hispanic between my legs.

“You should ride his tongue,” the Footballer tells him.

The young man doesn’t hesitate. 

He sits on my face.  The contrast is amazing.  Older/younger. Hairy/smooth. Wide/perfectly shaped bubble butt.

I have been deep up his hole before, but now I can really drill into the Hispanic.  He squirms down on me.  I hear poppers being opened.  Someone must be feeding them to him for he never slows the grinding down on my tongue and face.

And then it’s all over.  He’s shot a second load—this one all over my abs and pubes.  He falls forward and clutches my hips as he slowly comes down from the popper high.  His second load is watery slowly runs down my left hip.

I don’t get off that day.

Graduation Present

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