Bookstore Surprises, Part One: "You Want that Big Dicked Guy to Fuck You?"

 Near Home—December, 2024

I saw the Michigan family for Christmas and came home with a head cold.  It was a misery on day one and cleared up in 24 hours to just minor post nasal drip.  And with it clearing, my big ol’ dick demanded attention. 

I went to the local bookstore that Saturday afternoon…

 

I walk in and sit in my usual chair (I almost always get it as it is too conspicuous for many.)  I take out my hard cock and stroke.  I glance around.  It is a room full of men--and with men I don’t recognize.  Being gone two months has altered the cast of characters.  I look again, a little dumbfounded.  Nine of us have our dicks out and are stroking.  The tenth, the youngest man in the room, has his hand shoved down the front of his jeans and is obviously massaging his crotch.

The tension in the air is high.

The men sitting on either side of the young man, reach for him simultaneously.  One pulls up his shirt, the other opens his pants.  They lean in and begin to lick his very hairy body.  The whole room watches the young man writhe and pant at all the attention.

“You want to get fucked?” says the man who has been licking his nipples.

The young man nods.  Jeans are pulled all the way off by the who opened his pants.  The older guy goes in for some better oral with the stripped-down young man.  The other older guy licks his hairy chest.  They can’t get enough of the taste of his young flesh.

The old guy working his top sits up.  “You want that big dicked guy to fuck you?”

He points to me.

The young man all but blushes and nods his head. 

I stand up and go over.  The guy licking below the waist, stands up, making room for me.  I smile.  He wasn’t licking cock.  He was mouthing T-cock.  The handsome boy is transmale.  He’s had top surgery and is obviously on testosterone.  I go to my knees and begin tonguing his swollen nub.  The young man writhes.  I make him shudder.  We pause for a moment and he hands me a condom.  I open it and roll it on.  It’s a slim fit rubber—and it makes my cock feel like an overplump bratwurst.  But I go with it.

The young man hunkers down in the chair.  The old men on either side hold onto his legs.  I lube up and begin to work my way into his front hole.  He holds up a hand for me to stop.  I do.  I re-lube and try again.  My head pops into him.  He is incredibly tight.  I just hold in place.  And wait.  I get the nod.  Another inch goes in.

I wait.

“Take it out.  Let’s try me on all fours.”

He kneels on the chair.  I move in.  My cock finds his ass.  He jumps, reaches around and re-directs me.  Between how he’s kneeling on the low chair and tall me, it is the worst possible angle.  He takes three inches of me once again.

I suggest he sit on me.  We change around.  This works.  He takes half my cock, but just can’t take any more.  He stands up.  Disappointed.  And is all apologies.  My answer is to lick him to orgasm—a loud one, that makes every man in the room stroke (or suck the dick in their mouth) that much harder.

The guy stands up, shakily and gets dressed.

“Let me fuck that pussy.”  It’s a man who arrived during my second round of oral with the FTM.  He is a swarthy young man who looks Middle Eastern with a full black beard.  His dick is likely the right size, around seven inches and thin.  It’s hard, the foreskin pulled back, as he’d been stroking to my oral sex.

The FTM does not pay any attention to him—just gets dressed and takes off.

“Damn,” says the would be top.  “I wanted that.” He is very close to cumming.  I kneel in front of him.  He won’t let me touch his cock with my mouth but he jerks off into my cupped hands.  A huge load, even for one so young.  I taste it.  And again, much to his delight.

A man moves into my field of vision.  Finally, one I know.  I stand up and cover my cock with the Arab’s cum.   The Arab smiles and watches the other guy follow me as I sit down.

“Let me suck that, Sir.”

I sit down and let him.  He’s the man I know from both bookstores, the one who loves having his face fucked (especially against the wall or a pole) and who drinks my piss.  He loves to choke himself on my cock.  I have sometimes called him the Choker.  He kneels and cleans my cock of the Arab’s cum.  He is delighted.  “You know how to treat me right,” he murmurs.

He goes for my cum covered balls now.  He laps them up until they have only spit left on them.  I am able to see that the entire room is playing now.  There are two pairs of blow jobs and the other men are stroking and enjoying the show or perhaps playing with the chest of the suckee.  The Choker goes back to my dick.  He deepthroats me and does what he loves, choking on my dick, making his throat involuntarily squeeze my cock head.

A man stroking next to me stands up.  He offers me his dick.  I suck him as the Choker works every inch of me.  This new guy has a true pencil dick.  Long and super thin.  It fits effortlessly down my throat.  He begins to fuck my face.  Both the Choker and I are disappointed that he pulls out and shoots his load on the floor. 

“I think I have piss.”

He pulls off my dick and sits on his heels.  I stand.  My cock goes back into his mouth.  He knows not to suck or tongue me.  He waits.  A moment.  Two.  And is rewarded.  The piss flows out of me and deep into his stomach.  He moans.

I would love to know if any of the other guys knew I was feeding him something other than the usual.  We don’t get any odd looks at all.

I sit back down.  The Choker sucks my cock and balls again—as if he hadn’t touched them before—as a thank you for the piss.

The door opens.  Another man I know.  The Road Worker.  He is not in work clothes today, his shoulder length blond hair juts out from the ball cap he wears.

“You know him?” asks the Choker.

“I have sucked his cock once.  And he’s done me, too.”

“Have you fucked him?”

“I have never even seen him get fucked.”

“He’d love your dick.  He’s a whore.”

“This guy?” I ask, looking at the Road Worker who now sits down, leaving lots of seats between him and others.

“Just be ready…”

The Choker moves to the Road Worker.  Soon he is sucking the younger man’s cock.  Road Worker likes to be in control.  He stands up and fucks his face.  When the Choker pulls off him, he says something to him I can’t hear.  But his head gestures in my direction.  Road Worker looks at me.  I know he’s seen me fuck others.  He pulls out of the Choker’s mouth and walks over, his hard cock swaying.  He stops, inches from me.

“You can fuck me if you’ve got poppers…”

(To be continued…)

Return to the House Party: Cum Everywhere (Conclusion)

 Chicago—November, 2023

(This picks up right where we left off…)

I am deep in anonymous ass.  This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party.  Men have fucked him all night.  It’s my turn.  His hole is wet.  He has good skills in milking cock.  But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck.

Zane taps me on the shoulder.

“I just got loaded.  You want it…???”

I grunt an affirmative.  I pull out of the anonymous guy.  My hand goes to the back of Zane’s head.  I guide his face into the wet butt of the man I’ve just been fucking.  He eats the hole, hungrily.  It also makes him bend—presenting his hairy ass to me.  I kneel and slurp at his hole.  I am rewarded with a tiny drop of someone’s cum.  I attack his hole with a hard tongue, thrusting it deep.  A get a few more drips.

I want more.  I stand up and fuck him.  This pushes his face into the anonymous butt with each stroke.  Zane groans.  The other man groans.  I grunt, pull out and am treated to a flow of semen out of Zane’s butt.  I kneel quickly, to catch it all on my tongue…

*

I stay in the basement.  I am treated to ass of every age and every color. 

There is a man, in great shape, but older than I, in the sling.  He closes his eyes in and revels in my thrusts.

There is young Latino with a generous, hooded cock lying on his back on the bed.  He is holding hands with another bottom as they both get fucked.  I love watching his dick move with my pumping.  I am making it drool.  I mop it up and smear his precum on my dick as I fuck.

There is the hot, hung Black man I’d fucked earlier.  This time he’s on his back, so I can watch his handsome face as takes my long dicking.

There is a young Italian looking man, with an incredible mane of black hair.  He is on all fours.  He has just arrived, very late to the party, but has already taken four men up his ass.  I am the fifth.  He groans and tells me to fuck him hard—he’s about to cum.  I do what he asks.  I slam into his hairy ass cheeks.  He groans and fires off an enormous load on the black sheets of the bed.  I wipe it up and smear it all over my cock.

Next to us. the short FTM guy is ass up on the bed, taking his partner’s cock.  I move over to them, my cock glistening with the just shot load on it.  The partner pulls out, I ask if I can fuck him again.

“Do me first.  I’ve only seen you fuck,” says the partner.  He kneels.  I eat his ass for just a moment. 

I stand up and tell him I have the Italian’s load smeared all over my cock.

“Fuck him with it,” chimes in the FTM.

“Yes, give me your dick.”

I enter him for the first time ever.  The extra cum makes me slide in easily.  The guy takes my dick like a champ.  His tiny partner watches in awe.  Soon he kneels next to him.  His ass up, mirroring his partner.  They kiss.  I take the opportunity to pull out and fuck the front hole of the FTM.  Both of them groan.  I fuck just a few strokes and then go back to his partner.

“Give it to us both…”

I do. 

Back and forth. 

Repeatedly. 

One arm each is wrapped around the other as they share my dick and the Italian’s cum.  I only stop when they both pant that they can’t take any more.  I pull out.  Both stand and kiss me, thanking me, before they begin to make out with each other…

*

I find Zane at the sling.  He is eating the ass of a top daddy I’ve seen working the room all night.

“You know I love top ass,” he grins.

I nod.

“Oh, I shot my load in ____.”  He names a man we both know, though I have not seen him here tonight with the full house. 

I smile.  I know he can still take dick after cumming.

He goes back to work on the top’s butt and I look around the basement.  It is not quite so crowded now.  Men are getting off and going upstairs for food.  The handsome and hung Black man I have fucked at least twice makes eye contact with me. 

I nod.

He nods and gets in the other sling on the far side of the room.  I go over.

“Give me some more of that great dick.”

I don’t answer, I just kneel between his raised legs and eat his hole once again.  I can taste cum.  He’s been busy, helping all those hungry boys get up to the buffet table.  I keep the jizz on my tongue so I can poke it back into him.  Though some I drool down onto my dick.

I stand up and fuck my glistening dick into him.  He grunts.  He grabs his huge, PA-ed cock and jerks it to my fucking.  I am fucking him harder now.  My hips seem to have a mind of their own.

I slow down for a moment as he takes a hit of poppers.  He hands me the open bottle.  I take a hit without thinking about it.  I hand it back to him.  He caps the bottle as the fumes hit me.  Fuck!  I begin pummeling his ass.  I am sure I am going to blow my load.  I can’t stop thrusting.

In an effort to keep it for Zane, I pull out and lick his hole.  Damn, this makes my balls tighten up even more.  Cum is oozing out of him.  I lick it up and swallow.  I stand up.  I am driven to fuck.  I slide in and almost instantly I am shooting my load.  Replenishing the jizz I have eaten out of him.

I shake and hold onto the chains.  He reaches for me and I let go, collapsing on his muscled torso.  He holds me tight and whispers into my ear that he is so glad to finally get my cum…

Return to the House Party: Using All Those Asses (Part Two)

 Chicago—November, 2023

(This picks up right where we left off with Part One…)

 

Zane stands up from the rimseat, moves down and sits on my cock as I lie there.

I close my eyes for a moment as he slides down on me.  I open them again just as a thick, hairy ass, sits on the seat and blacks out my vision.

“Now eat my hole!”

My senses are feeling overloaded.  Zane is fucking himself hard, making my cock grow thicker as even more blood rushes to it.  My tongue can’t get enough of this ruined hole on my face.  This guy, whoever he is, gets fucked a lot.  My tongue can’t stop exploring him.

“You want some cum?”

The hole spasms around my tongue as he pushes.  I am rewarded with cum dripping into my mouth.

“Are you feeding him a load?” I hear Zane ask him as he pauses in his pumping of my cock.

Suddenly the guy gets up off my face.  At the same moment, Zane stands up, too.  The men switch.  Zane sits on the seat.  I see the other guy, an older, white leather guy with biker-type tats settles onto my cock. 

Then I see nothing but Zane’s hairy ass.  “Push some of the cum in your mouth up my ass.” 

Honestly, I have swallowed it all, but I am happy to lick deeply, tasting how my cock has gotten his ass juicing.  The leather guy on my dick is bouncing as if he were Zane’s age.  Suddenly, he pulls off and, just as suddenly, I feel a mouth on my cock.  It has to be the same guy—likely slurping up more of the load that was in his ass and is now coating my cock.

Zane stands up.  “Let’s go upstairs.  The three of us.”

We go up a floor.  The sling is empty, though the bed, at the other end of this small room, has three couples on it, rutting in various positions.   Zane gets in the sling first.  I eat his hole and fuck him, while the rugged leather guy has his sizable dick in Zane’s mouth. 

Then the two of us switch.  Leather Guy fucks Zane and I get my cock cleaned.  I watch the thick dick filling Zane’s hole.  I move down and kneel to get a better view.  Leather Guy pulls out and fucks my mouth a couple of strokes before continuing to plow Zane.  I am just about to get up, when he pulls out and does it again.

This time I stand and go to Zane.  I lean and kiss him, spitballing the juices that are in my mouth, of me, Leather Guy’s dick and his own ass.  Zane gurgles happily and pants.

Leather Guy is up next in the sling.  I fuck him first with Zane feeding him.  We switch.  Then Zane and I kneel together and take turns licking the hole we both just fucked.  We end up kissing each other a lot in between…

“Now it’s your turn.”

I get in the sling.  Zane eats my hole as I suck on Leather Guy’s dick.  Zane passes me his poppers.  I take a hit.  His tongue now feels incredibly deep in my hole.  Leather Guy moves down to replace Zane.  He eats me out roughly.  Really roughly.  He stands.  His dick bounces on my exposed balls.  It’s all too obvious he wants to fuck me. 

But he doesn’t—he moves off to the bed.  Zane pulls out of my mouth and rims me once more, soothing my hole from the previous oral assault…

*

My face is buried once again in the ass of the guy who started the evening in neon green underwear.  We are fucking on the huge bed in the basement.  I have watched him a number of times throughout the night.  He is truly versatile—and has fucked as many men as have fucked him.  Now his ass is mine for the next ten minutes.  I lick and fuck and lick again.

When we break, he points to a well-built Black guy on the other side of the bed.  He is taking a terrific pounding by one of the hosts.  “Have you fucked him yet?” he asks.

“Not tonight, but I did in August.”

“He has the biggest cock here.”

“I remember.”

“He gets pounded all night and fucks some lucky guy just as the party is ending and he finally wants to get off.”

I smile and nod.  I watch the host pull out.  The bottom spins and cleans his cock.

“Go fuck him,” says neon shorts.  “As the guy with the next biggest cock, you two deserve each other.”

I slap him playfully on his butt.  But I go over.  This guy is gym built.  His butt is hard and hairy.  He looks over his shoulder and grins at me.  He remembers me, too.  I kneel and stick my tongue in his ass.  I lick.

Now I fuck him.  Hard and long.

“Let me roll over.”

I pull out and he rolls onto his back.  There is that massive cock.  At least an inch bigger than me—and pierced at the tip.  It’s drooling precum.  I lick it up—and shove my tongue in his hole.  He groans and calls me a “Dirty fucker.”

I fuck him again, looking into his handsome face.

I can sense men watching me.  And waiting their turn.

I pull out.

But we reconnect throughout the night…

*

I see another pair of men I had played with in August.  It is the slim and tiny-boned FTM and his cis-gendered partner.  A tall man is eating out the front hole of the smaller man while he is cradled in the arms of his partner.  I watch and stroke a little.  The partner sees me and grins.  When the tall guy gets up, I move in.

“You’re here!”  They are genuinely excited to see me again.

We move to the sling.  I help the smaller guy in.  His partner stands at his head, holding him as I kneel to eat his front hole.  I find his T-cock.  First with my tongue, then my hand as my tongue explores his wet hole.  Between my hand and my tongue, I give him an orgasm before I stand up to fuck.

I slide in.  He’s super wet.  I love looking at his face as he takes all of me.  Even the partner’s eyes get big as I glide into him.  I feel like I am filling him completely.  The look on his face tells me I am giving him just what he wants.

“Fuck him hard,” the partner croaks out.

I do, making the chains rattle.  Other men stop by to watch.  One of them gives the small guy a dick to suck as I fuck.  But the movement of the sling is too much—and I’m not slowing my thrusting so he can have two at once. 

I fuck.  I go to my knees and lick up all the juices.  I stand up, lean across him and dribble them from my mouth to his eager one.  I think his partner could shoot just watching us do this.

I fuck him once more.  This time I tell his partner to eat his front hole so he can taste me…

*

I am deep in anonymous ass.  This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party.  Men have fucked him all night.  It’s my turn.  His hole is wet.  He has good skills in milking cock.  But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck.

Zane taps me on the shoulder.

“I just got loaded.  You want it…???”

 

(Happy Thanksgiving for readers in the USA and part three will be here on Friday.)

Chicago House Party 3: "Eat That Load Out of Him!"

 Chicago—August, 2023

 

(This picks up right after Zane’s cum shot at the end of the last section.)

 

I encourage the cubby guy to go ahead and sit on the rimseat.  He tells me has never been on one.  He sits—and I convince him very fast that he’s waited too long to try one.  He gets so turned on, he gets up and rides my dick.  I hope for someone else on my face as he does it—but it doesn’t happen.  When his legs start to tire, I thank him and go back to the basement.

I fuck a few asses.

Next to me, fucking an ass right next to the ass I’m fucking, is a stunning Italian in his very late 30’s.  His black hairy is thick and curly.  His facial features are sharp and striking, like some great sculptor had carved them out of marble.  We smile at each other as we fuck.

We pull out of our bottoms at the same time.  He surprises me by bending and cleaning my cock.  I do the same for him.  He pulls me into a dark corner by the back sling.  We kiss, sharing the juices we just licked up off the other’s cock.   Our bodies are mashed together; our cocks are drooling, leaving wet patches on both of us.  I bend to lick them up.  This leads to more kissing—and then cock sucking.  First me doing him (a hot uncut, almost 8 incher) before he does the same to me.  He stands back up and whispers “I so want you to fuck me…”

I nod, but he continues, “I came here right from work—I’m showered, but not prepared.”

“Then let me just rim you…”

He leans against the wall, jutting his ass out towards me.  The mounds of his ass are hard and not as hairy as the rest of him.  But the valley between them is—and I get lost in a black-haired jungle.  I eventually find his hole and burrow in.   He groans and thrusts back on my tongue.  I lick and spit—letting all that hair now cling to his skin.

We move to the sling so I can do more.  I am there a long time.  A guy comes by and works the Italian’s nipples with his mouth, but gets bored quickly when I don’t stand up to fuck.  I do stand, reluctantly, eventually.  My cock grazes his hole.  He groans and reaches down to heft it in his hands.

“Next time,” he says as he sits up in the sling.  He slips to the ground and we kiss once more before going to find other men to fuck…

*

There are so many men in the house, that it feels like a brand-new group down here in the basement three hours into play.  There are now many more men of color here.  I round the bed—fucking many of them and begin sharing hole with a heavy hung Black top.  We like our connection and treat many guys, white, black and brown, to my longer dick and his thicker one.   Back and forth.  Watching their eyes as we switch out makes my cock throb every time.

There is a cute young Black guy in the sling.  He has been very busy.  His Latin partner stands by his side, recruiting men to fuck him.  The Black Top and I go over.  A guy finishes up fucking and pulls out.  The Black Top is well known to the Latin partner so he tells him to fuck his boyfriend.  I look over at the petite man in the sling.  I smile.  He’s FTM and is taking that thick black cock in his front hole.

The Latin hefts my cock and bends, sucking it expertly.  He comes up for air and says “He’ll love this.  You know he’s…”

I nod.  And tell him that I love what he has to offer.

The Black Top takes a breather.  I move into place at the sling.

“Two big ones in a row,” says the small-boned guy.  He is short and thin, with a well shaped beard and a great smile.  I am going to really fill him up.  But I want to eat him out first.  His hole is wet and sloppy from the parade of men inside him.  I lick and spit and pay a lot of attention to his T-cock.  He gasps and convulses.  I don’t let up and he does it again.  Only then do I slip inside him and fuck.  The boyfriend’s eyes go back and forth from his partner’s face to my cock sliding so deeply into him.  I give him a really hard fuck.  I make a mental note that this would be a good man to breed once it’s time to let my seed go…

Finally, I stop.  I taste his hole one more time and thank the pair of them.  The partner asks to clean my cock so he can taste his boyfriend on my dick.  I let him suck to his heart’s content…

*

I find Zane around the food table.  He wants to get fucked again.  We head up to the mostly deserted top floor.

“I took another load since we fucked,” he tells me.

I love how he can keep going after he shoots.

I get him in the sling and eat his ass.  Another man wanders up the stairs and gives Zane a cock to suck as I rim and felch.  I finally stand up and fuck his wet hole.  The guy is now jerking next to us, allowing Zane to really concentrate on me and his ass.

Suddenly, the guy shoots all over Zane’s chest.  I mop it up and coat my dick with it.  I fuck it into Zane.  We both groan at how slick his ass has become.  I am thinking this will be it—and I am actually close.

Another guy arrives up the stairs right at that moment.  Zane is needed in the kitchen, he tells us.  I reluctantly pull out and let him go play co-host. 

I go down a flight.  I figure I will fuck a little more and find him later.  Always good to load one of the hosts, after all.

There is a group of six on the bed.  They are welcoming to another hard cock.  The big Black Top from the basement is one of them.  Once again, we start trading off on holes.  A third top shoots in a hot Latino. 

“Eat that load out of him,” the Black Top tells me.  I move towards the loaded ass.  “On the rimseat.”

We both do as we’re told.  I lie down and the cum filled Latino sits above me.  His ass begins to drip cum into my open mouth.  My tongue darts into his hole.

“It feels so good,” the guy above me croons.

“Eat him out good.” I hear from Black Top.

My hand is batted away from stroking my dick as I eat.  Someone sits on me.  I can’t be sure, but I think it is another heavily tatted Latino.  He rides me expertly.

And it’s all too much.  The cum sliding into my mouth from a hot ass and another ass squeezing my cock on every stroke causes me to shoot.  Big and deep.  The load I’ve been working on for 4 hours explodes into his guts…

Kyle Needs It Long and Hard

 Jackson—May, 2023

I got a text from Kyle, the Transman I have occasionally played with at the newly redesigned bookstore.  He was horny.  His texts, usually very succinct, were all about cock and cum and getting railed.  We talked about a date at my playroom, but it was obvious that more men would be better than just me.  As it is about halfway for both of us, we set a lunch time meet at the bookstore...

 

I get there first.  I don’t see his car in the lot.  But there is no waiting for the other guy with us—we both love to do some warm up play with others first.  I go in.  The lounge is busy.  I take the tour.  One of the glory hole booths is closed off and two of the curtained cabanas.  I see some head being given in the more private room near the restroom.  I go back to the main cluster of screens, open my fly and stroke myself hard.  I have two men circling me almost immediately.  A daddy, significantly older than myself, moves in from behind the couch I am sitting on.  He reaches across and grabs my cock.  His grip is like a vice and his hand is anything but smooth.  He sticks a tongue in my ear.  I squirm, but not in pleasure.  He is hurting me, and I tell him to ease up on his grip.  Instead of doing that—he huffs off to find someone else.

I let the other man suck me.  He does so, enthusiastically.  So much so he gets himself off.

I wander into the trans porn room.  A handsome man, around my age, but built much thicker, is stroking a beer can of a dick.  We nod to each other as I sit in the only other chair.  He glances over at me.

“Damn, that would feel good in my ass.”

“Thanks.”

“Honestly, I don’t know if I could even take it.”

I smile.

He reacts to that by standing up and dropping his pants to his ankles.  It’s a meaty, hairy ass.  He bends to show it off to me.  My response is to go to my knees and stick my tongue in it.  He groans.  I get his tight pucker good and wet.

“Stick just the head in me…”

I keep rimming him.

“Please.”

I stand up.  His hole has opened nicely.  Maybe he takes dick more often than I thought.  I push my flared head against him and it pops in.

“Fuck,” he groans.

I am in him, deep, my full bush scraping against his hairy butt cheeks.  I hold.  And then begin to fuck.

He groans again and strokes his cock in rhythm to my thrusts.

And suddenly: “Pull out.  I don’t want to shoot.”

I do.  He spins around and sucks my dick for a fleeting moment.  Then pulls up his pants and leaves the lounge, zipping up as he shoulders the door open…

*

Still no Kyle. 

I get some expert head from a short man.  He is around my age, with a great beard.  He pulls me into one of the curtained cabanas.  “I can’t do it with a others watching,” he murmurs.  I inwardly sigh, but his skills make up for being in a black void.  He is on his knees, with me standing over him.  He does it all really well—suction, tongue action, wetness—and communicates just how happy he is doing it.  I ruffle the hair on his head and sigh contentedly.

I am standing so I can see over the curtain rod.  I hear the main door open and peer out.  Kyle has arrived.  I let the man on his knees continue for a bit, for Kyle has latched on to a trucker type and is leading him out of my line of vision.  I finally touch the guy’s shoulder and tell him I need to take a break.  He sees me headed towards Kyle.  He tells me he knows him—and tags along. 

Kyle is bent over a chair with the trucker’s dick in his mouth.  I walk over and playfully swat the full ass that is in the air.  Kyle groans around the dick.  He reaches down and undoes his belt, never stopping the sucking of the man.  I pull the cargo shorts down and expose his ass.  I go to my knees and begin exploring with my tongue.

The guy who gave me head is standing to the side and opens his pants.  He pulls out a nice sized cock.  This is suddenly too much for the original guy in Kyle’s mouth.  He groans.  I can’t tell if he’s shot—but he pulls out of Kyle and leaves.  My bearded cock sucker is right there to give Kyle a new dick to suck.  I lick Kyle’s ass as my left hand finds his T-cock.  I stroke and lick before standing up and sliding into Kyle’s front hole.  Kyle groans around the new cock in his mouth.  My cocksucker smiles as he watches the dick he’d just sucked fuck into Kyle.  Over and over.

The angle here is hard on all of us as the chair is quite low to the ground.  We break and head for the medical exam table.  The bearded guy starts to go with us, and then thinks better of it.  He takes off for more cocks he can suck down in the arcade.  In the room, Kyle ditches his clothes in a pile on the floor.  I adjust the height of the table.  Kyle clambers up and I sink down between his legs. 

I spend a long time licking his hairy ass, his front hole and T-cock.  He groans and tells me I am being such a good daddy.  This makes my cock ooze, so I stand up and stick it inside him.

“Fuck that hole,” he groans.

There are two men at the doorway to this room, but neither come in.  I am fucking hard now.  Kyle reaches down, brushes his T-cock and squirts over my cock.  I pull out and go down to lick it up.  I make some sort of noise in the back of my throat—a cross between a growl and a moan.  I stand up, my beard dripping.  I re-enter and fuck harder.  Kyle grabs his legs, pulling them back to adjust the angle, so my thrust can go even deeper.  Kyle’s hand strays again to his T-cock.

“I can’t stop cumming,” he moans.

He rubs faster and another shower of squirt drowns my dick.  This time I just keep fucking.

Hard.

“Gonna give me your cum?” Kyle pants out.

I nod.  I am surprised that I am so close to shooting.

He reaches down, rubs, and sends one more shower of squirt out onto my driving cock and balls.  That does it.  I’m there.  I fill him with my load—squirt after squirt.

I hold onto to him for a long time—I literally don’t trust myself to move.

At last, I go to my knees.  I want to taste all the combined juices.  My tongue snakes out, cleaning him up so he can go back to work…

*

There is a coda to this trip—

After Kyle left, I ate my packed lunch out in my car.  I went back in, sucked off a larger guy and spat his load into a condom.  And you will hear more about that another day…

Kyle Gets His Gangbang

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