Kink at the Bookstore--Hour One

Lansing—February, 2020

Zane, the scent pig, had invited me back for a big sex party in Chicago at the end of the month.  By the middle of that last week of the month I became so horned I knew I had to blow a load before that event.  I had just been to my usual bookstore with Braydon, so I headed a little farther away to the half bathhouse/half bookstore.  I was there for just under five hours.

I arrive right after lunch.  The parking lot is nicely full.  I am buzzed into the dark playland of slings, fuck tables and glory holed booths.  I piss and lock my coat in a locker.  I glance into the big screen gay area.  It is empty save for one man jerking to grainy condomed porn.  I continue to explore.  The three screened straight area has at least half a dozen men, cocks out and stroking to the different films.  I see the upper half of tall black man behind a high backed couch.  He is holding someone’s leg.  I can only guess he is plowing a hole.  I make eye contact with him, smile and continue on my way.

The GH booths, which now have doors instead of curtains, are packed.  All are shut up and you can hear sex happening behind them.  I go into the farthest and smallest room, where I always jerk to the bi-sexual porn to wake my cock up.  I sit—and see the newest room, a darkish room with booths that are wide open.  I let my cock stand up with the porn—and then go into the dark room.  There is tall business type in a suit leaning against the wall with the ubiquitous cell phone.  He taps it off as I lean against the wall opposite him.  My cock is tucked behind the pouch of my jock, but dangling out the side.  The man can’t take his eyes off it. 

I look at him and cup my balls.

His hand dances over the mound beneath his suit pants.

I take out my cock.  I look right at him and slowly run my fist from wet head down the sticky shaft to my swollen balls.

He unzips.  It takes some work to get it out from tight underwear, but he bares a regulation six-incher with a lot of foreskin.

I stroke.

He works the skin off his cock head.

Neither of us will make the first move.

We stroke.  And stare.

Fuck it.  I step towards him. 

That’s all it takes—he comes right to me.  He bends and takes me in his mouth.  It’s a horrible angle—but I let him suck me.  He’s not going to kneel on this floor in that well tailored suit.

He pulls off me.  “Shit…”

I know he’s going to blow a load.  I sink to my knees and manage to get it all in my mouth.  I have to swallow fast.  He cums with the foreskin tight around his cock head.  My tongue pokes in and he winces, retreating to the other side of the room to mop up.  I thank him for the load.  He grunts some appreciative noises.

I go back and sit in the bisexual area.  I stroke.  Balancing my water bottle on the padded fuck table to my right.

The tall Black guy I saw when I came in enters.  He sits on the other side of the fuck table.  Then stands to open his pants.  He’s a good looking guy—anywhere between 30 and 45--tall and lean.  A very long, slender cock plops out of boxer briefs.  He sits and we stroke.

He breaks the silence… “Do you like your feet licked?”

“Sometimes.”

“That’s what gets me going.”  He pauses.  “And you have big feet.”

It suddenly twigs—when I walked in he wasn’t holding that leg up for a fuck but to lick.

“I do,” I say, agreeing with him.

“Take those boots off and let me suck your toes.   You can suck my dick while I do it.”

I think for a second.  Why not?  I take off my boots and the sock of my right foot as instructed.  The pants have to come off, too.  I slip the left boot back on and lie down on the table.  He stands by the side and hoists my naked leg in the air.  His wide mouth engulfs all my toes and over the ball of my foot.  His tongue is velvety and loving.  My cock drools at this different kind of body stimulation.  I turn my head slightly towards him—and there is his hard cock—right in my face.  I have to move only a fraction of an inch to suck him as he goes to town on my foot.  His cock is long—but not too thick—which is perfect, for soon he is fucking my face.  And I can take him all the way down.

With my foot, he is now servicing each toe individually—sucking them like they were precious little cocks.  It never tickles.  He knows the pressure to apply to make it incredibly sensual.  Now as much of my foot is in his mouth as he can take.  Only then does his hand run down my bare ass crack.  But it’s an accident.  A mere brush with his fingers.  He has no interest in my ass at all.

He pulls my foot out of his mouth.  He is panting.  And the speed of his mouth fucking is picking up.  I pull off his dick and go for his sweaty balls.  I can’t believe how fragrant they are from his sexual exertions. 

“Yessss…” he hisses and dives back onto my foot.  He is all but gagging on it now.  I find his cock head and get it to my mouth just in time.

He explodes. 

A big creamy load.  He keeps all five toes in his mouth until his cock starts to wilt between my lips.  I lick him clean and he gently, almost reverently, lays my leg back down on the padded table.

“Thank you, thank you!” he enthuses as he does up his fly.  “Give me half an hour and I’ll do your other foot.”

Off he goes, leaving me lying half naked on the fuck table, my cock dripping, my foot sopping wet and a dollop of his cum in my beard.

End of the first hour.  Lots more to cum…

My Trip to Canada: Jon Comes to the Hotel

Toronto—August, 2018

So the night after the last guy in the woods had shot down my throat—and my own cock had finally exploded—we did what campers do.  We talked about the weather.  He told me that rain was headed our way—and due to reach us in the middle of the night.

There is little worse than packing up your campsite in the rain.  I went back to my car decisively.  I packed everything and got ready to sleep in the car.  I wondered about the wisdom of that decision as the weather was still lovely as I drifted off to sleep.  I woke around 3 am with rain pounding down on my Ford Focus.  It was still pouring as the sun finally came up.  Feeling rather smug, I drove off to my motel for three days at the Shaw Festival.

The five plays I saw were a mixed bag of good and adequate.  And after all the sex, to go cold turkey to nothing was rather rough.  But I had a light at the end of the tunnel.  Not some flickering candle way down there, but a big fuckin’ search light.  I was driving back to Toronto on Friday to meet Jon Shield again. 

I arrived right at check in time at the same downtown hotel where we’d met before, close to the gay village.  I had a small suite—and there was just room enough in the bedroom to set up the sling.  I checked in with Jon online.  Yup, he was planning to arrive at 6pm.  I turned back the bed, showered, put out the lube.  I decided against the leather as it was another hot night, so just my jock and boots. I drank from my water bottle and tried to read on the couch in the sitting area.  Five minutes ahead of time, there was a knock on the door…

Jon comes into the room and gives me hug.  He tosses down his bag and we settle on the couch.  We chat about where I have been since he saw me at Fukdto.  I talk about the camping and the theatre.  I also mention the fact I’ve decided to extend my trip to go to the next Fukdto that is coming up on Sunday.

And then he’s between my splayed legs, freeing my cock from the pouch of my jock.  It’s hard pretty much instantly.  His eyes look up and meet mine.  “Go ahead.  Suck me.” 

His tongue finds my cock head and into my piss slit.  I sigh.  Jon sighs and he settles into the intense cock sucking of which he is a master.  He spends a long time on the head before he begins the descent to the base.  I let him set the pace and do it in his own time.  It’s exquisite torture to let him work down to a full deep throat.  But it’s worth the wait.  He holds me there for a long moment—then he’s up, gasping for air.

And he repeats it.

And again.

He licks my balls.  His tongue leaves them wet and matted.  His mouth goes back to the full length of my cock.

Jon comes up off my dick and kisses me.  This is new—and fucking wonderful.  Our tongues push back and forth.  Spit is exchanged.  We come up for air happy and slightly sloppy.

I can’t take any more.  I have to eat that hairy ass.  He kneels on the couch, his arms on the back—but it’s an awkward position for me to really go deep.  We switch to the bed.  To have Jon on all fours on my bed is the stuff of fantasy.  I kneel and bury my face into that ass I have watched so many others use.  He grinds back against me.  I spend just as long on his ass as he did on my cock.  Finally I tell him I’m ready to fuck—and suggest he ride me to get used to me, remembering last time.  I flop down on the bed beside him. He grabs the Elbow Grease he’s brought.  He covers my cock and then wipes his fingers across my chest.  “Warrior’s stripes,” he tells me.

He kneels over me, his shins flat to the bed alongside my chest and hips.  He lowers his ass.  His hole connects with my cock head.  He pauses.  Inhales.  And settles down, carefully.  He hits bottom, sighs again and leans forward to kiss me again.  We can’t stop kissing.  And now I am even deeper into his ass.  Jon begins a slow fuck.  He’s in charge.  We both want him to get used to my dick.  He does, of course.  He is letting the pleasure show on his face now.  Between kisses, that is.  Considering we’ve never kissed beyond greeting, we can’t keep our mouths off each other.

Jon is truly riding me now.  Up and down.  It’s an amazing fuck—a slow pump of my cock with his grasping hole.  We kiss again, and he shifts his legs.  He moves so he’s on his feet, though he never lifts himself all the way off me.  He can now thrust down on me harder.  And harder. The fuck is leaving us both breathless.

He leans down to kiss me.  This time we squirm enough that I pop out of him.  We finish the kiss.  I get to my feet and get his juice bottle and hand it to him.  I drink a long slug of water.  We kiss again. Lingering.  Exploring.

I roll Jon onto his back and pull him to the edge of the bed.  It’s my turn to be in control.  I sink to my knees and spend a long time eating his freshly fucked hole.  I will myself to stand up.  I insert and glide into his wet ass, his legs on my shoulders.  I fuck slowly.  I am three quarters of the way in.  I work the last few inches into Jon.  He begins to shake. I bend and hold him, still deeper into him than I’ve ever been.  I whisper, asking if he’s okay?  He assures me I’m just re-arranging his insides.  We kiss and I begin a slow pump and grind.  It feels amazing.  I am so fucking deep.  I leave my cock in place and bend to kiss him again…

*****

We’ve had a break and moved to the sling.  I am kneeling, my face buried in his wet hole again.  I stand up and grab his Elbow Grease.  His feet are bare now, in the stirrups.  I’ve read somewhere that he likes his feet worshiped.  I grease up my hands and begin massaging the right sole.  The look of surprise, going to pleasure, is totally worth it.  I work the soles with my strong fingers.  They slide between his toes.  I kiss the sole.  The toes all fit into my mouth.  I do it all again with his left foot.  Then one last push on the pressure points, simultaneously.

My cock is rock hard and slaps his ass crack.  Instead of sliding into him, it erupts with piss.  Up and down his ass crack.  Jon groans in surprise and pleasure as I bend to clean him up.  I lick him clean…cock, hairy balls, and his gloriously hairy ass crack.  My cock is rock hard…

*****

“Let’s move to the bed.”  

We’ve gone from sling to couch again since he wanted more oral time on my cock.  Now we go back to the bed and 69—Jon is sucking my cock and I have my tongue deep in his ass.  We are happily in pig heaven.  We squirm around so he’s back to all fours and my tongue is fucking him.  I can feel my orgasm building.  I quickly move to get my cock into him.  I explode all over his crack.  He grabs the sheets and pushes back.  My cock head pushes my seed into his already wet hole…

A link to our first one on one here. 

Bathhouse: Feet and Ass

St. Louis—February, 2018

Some of my readers may remember that a friend has always thrown a sex party for me when I come to St. Louis.  This year it wasn’t going to happen as the host was recovering from some surgery.  To celebrate my surviving the conference, I went back to the bathhouse…

I am standing on the slurp ramp, watching porn.  A few men have walked by, but tonight no one wants to be seen sucking dick in public.  I watch the porn—then when I realize no one is interested, I go watch porn where I can sit down and be more comfortable.  I stroke.

“That’s some dick.” 

I look up.  A very tall, very well built guy is looking at me.  The white towel he has wrapped around himself looks even whiter against his very black skin.  He reaches out a big hand and strokes my dick.  “Come to my room.”

I follow him—not bothering to cover my raging hard on.  He has a double bed room with a mirror on one wall.  He flops down on the bed, lying on his chest, his head towards me so I can stand and he can suck.  He does just that—and very well.  He encourages me to fuck his face.  I can’t take my eyes off his amazing, gym built bubble butt.  Or it’s reflection in that big mirror. When he finally stops to catch his breath, I tell him I want to eat his ass.

“You aren’t fucking me with this thing, you’d rip me up.”

“Just my tongue.  I promise.”

He turns around, reluctantly.  I kneel and dive into his ass.  My entire face disappears between the two mounds of flesh.  He moans and pants.  I can taste lube in his hole.  He’s been fucked.   Just the idea makes my cock drool.  I eat.  Spit.  Poke and prod.  He is very vocal.

He pulls away from me, rolling onto his back.  “You love that, don’t you?”

I admit I love to eat ass.

He admits he was fucked, but by a guy half my size.  Then:  “Will you let me do what I want to you?”

I look down as his very hard, very thick cock and worry a little.  But I answer yes.

“Take off your boots.”

I do.  I ask about the socks.   I leave them on and sit beside him.  He rolls around to inhale the insteps.  Kiss them. He strips the socks off me with his teeth.  Then he begins orally servicing both my feet.  Every toe is sucked.  All five go into his mouth.  He can take me very deeply.  He switches to the other foot.  He repeats everything.  His cock is now rigid and pouring out precum.

“Stand up and step on my face.”

I stand.  My right foot goes to his wide open mouth.  I press lightly down.  He groans in the most sensual way.  His tongue cleans my instep, then with a slight shift, the heel.  I change feet and grind down with my left.

He shoots all over his chest.

He’s embarrassed now that I know this about him—and he hustles me out of the room.  I exit, so fast I have to carry my boots…

*****

I wander. 

I strip and sit in the steam. 

I wander again.

A door is open.  A man in a jock is sitting on his bed, watching the porn playing on his television.  He could be anywhere from mid 30’s to mid 40’s.  Thin and lithe, a true swimmer’s build.   Hairless above the waist.  His jock covers what looks like a forest of pubes.  But he’s not ass up, so I hesitate.

We smile and I walk on by.  I make the circuit and approach his door again.  He invites me in.

I sit next to him.  He assumes I’m in town for the leather competition which was happening in St. Louis this weekend.  He tells me it’s why he came to town from a neighboring state—and he’s surprised that more of the participants are not here.

And soon he’s sucking my dick.  He pulls off of it once it’s grown to its full size.  “You are even bigger than I guessed.  You fuck?”

I nod.

He proceeds to sit on me right there.  He rides me, groaning out his pleasure.  One older man stays at our open door to watch.  “Should I close it?” my partner of the moment asks.  

“Let him watch.  I don’t care.”

He increases the tempo of his fuck, pounding himself down on me.  He likes to show off as much as I do.

We change around.  I eat his juiced up hole as I kneel on the floor.  I fuck him, feet on the ground, his ass hanging off the small bed.  It’s uncomfortable, but hot.  His ass is wet and hot and he knows how to milk me.

“We should go use the sling,” I tell him.

He agrees.  I tell him I am totally open to sharing him with others if he likes that.  His eyes light up and we head to the play room.

The sling and fuck bench are in the same corner.  There is a wall of really open lattice between the sling and the porn area.  Guys can watch from there—or come around the open wall and join us.  Right now—the whole area is deserted except for a noisy blowjob happening in the gloryhole booths behind us.

I get him into the sling.  It’s great to eat his ass in comfort.  He is a heavy self luber, so his chute is slippery with juices.  I spend a long time eating him out while he does poppers.  He can’t stop moaning:  “You make my asscunt feel so good.”  Eventually I stand up and push into his sloppy hole.  The sling is a little low, but so much better than his cramped room.  I fuck with abandon.

The rattle of chains bring the men.  Many watch.  None play with us.  At least two of them pair up and take turns blowing each other in our space.

I decide to try the bench—that way his mouth is easier to get, too.  He looks great astride the fuckbench, his head towards the entrance to our corner.  It does the trick.  We get a young guy to feed him his cock as I fuck.   There’s no load from his oral invader, but he loves the feeling of being spit roasted.  When the guy decides he’s had enough, and refuses my offer of the ass I’m in, I kneel and lick up our combined juices out of his ass.

“Daddy, do you like your ass eaten?”

I tell him I do.  I get in the sling.  We both popper up and he goes to town.  He’s good at this, too.  And surprisingly, a young guy comes over and sticks his dick in my mouth.  This inspires my rimmer to tongue fuck me deeper yet.  When he realizes my ass is not on offer, the extra guy takes off. 

I want to fuck.  We change places.  I slide into him again.  He’s slippery and wet.

“Cum in my asscunt.  I want your seed.”  I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or the Black guy watching through the lattice, but I don’t care.  I’m in full rut now.  I need to breed this man.  I fuck hard. 

I taste his ass one last time.

I slide into his over juiced hole and explode.  I hang onto the chains, the orgasm is so intense.  I stay in his ‘asscunt’ while he milks out the last drop of my cum.  I slowly pull out and bring my cum covered cock to his mouth.  He suckles it clean.  I go back to his ass.  I kneel and begin licking out our mingled juices…

Rough Fuck in the Basement

Northwest Indiana—October, 2015

I desperately needed some non-oral play.  I love to suck cock—but dammit, I needed to fuck.  From out of nowhere I got a message from the sub I had met for the first time when I worked in this area last year.  We’d played twice: once when I crawled through his window to “rape” him with another top and again in his basement.  I’d lost his contact info—but he wrote me out of the blue.  No crawling through his window this year.  He wanted a more formal Dom/sub scene. A rough fuck.

“I’ve bought more toys…” he told me.  He wasn’t lying.  I got to his farmhouse, and we went down to his basement play area.  Dildos and restraints were on three different tables.  His sling hung from the rafters.  He had put a tarp under the sling.  “Piss here,” he murmured, pointing at it.  “And I don’t care about that old chair.”  Now he pointed to a once over-stuffed chair, now in tatters.  “You could piss on me there too.”

I changed into my leathers away from the set-up, over in the shadows by an ancient furnace.  As I walked back into the play area, he knelt.  He’d shed his bathrobe and was wearing nothing but very tall boots and a Neoprene jock, edged in red.  He looked good.  5’8”, still very tan, not worked out, but nicely fit.  His dark hair was buzzed short.

I stood in front of him for a long moment.  Silent.  I picked up a wrist restraint.  “Give me your left arm…”

He’s trussed to his chains hanging from the rafters.  Normally they support his sling, at this moment they are supporting him.  Leather restraints are on his wrists.  He’s not going anywhere.  And I am flogging his back and ass.  Ten strokes in, I stop and check in with him. 

“You doin’ ok, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.  You can hit me harder, Sir.”

I rub my hand down his back and along his ass crack.  “It’s not about hurting you.  Not for me.  I don’t want to mark you—just want to get the blood circulating, warming you.”  And invariably, it makes a horny man even more so.

I run the handle of the flogger down his ass crack and work his hole with it.  He moans deep in the back of his throat.  I step back.  Two strokes to his back.  Two to his ass.  Repeat.  He’s writhing now.  Especially when I hit his ass.  I concentrate on that.

Finally I stop.  His cheeks are a fiery red.  But no skin is broken.  I move behind him—pressing my front to his heated back.  He groans again as I hold him.  And I start pissing.  I’m taller, so I’m above his ass.  It cascades down over his flaming butt cheeks.  He grinds against me.  I have to really concentrate to keep the piss flow going.

I step back.  “Now arch your back.  Thrust that dripping red ass out there.”

He does.  It’s a hot, hot sight.  I get on my knees and clean off every drop of piss with my tongue.  I am rock hard.  I enter him for the first time that night.  Pretty much all of it.  One thrust.  He howls—but it’s in bliss not pain.

I fuck him hard, with all my pent up frustration. 

I fuck him until he gasps out a “Thank you…Sir…”

*****

I have fucked him in the sling.  I have pissed on his chest while I did it—arcing some up to his mouth, but mostly covering his chest before driving my cock back into him.  I have used an array of toys on him.  Big.  Small.  Oddly shaped.  Each has stretched his hole, getting it ready for my hand.

I help him out of the sling to stretch.  I also make him kneel.  He does.  “Now taste your ass on my dick.”  He swallows me down.  He only pulls off my shaft to clean my balls every bit as thoroughly.  I piss again.  Directly in his mouth.  He gurgles it down happily.  It’s coming so fast that he can’t swallow quite fast enough and piss splashes on my boots.

“Clean them,” I tell him.  He is down on all fours, tonguing my boots to a true spit shine.

“Stay there.”  I move around and get in the sling.  “Now eat my ass.”  He attacks my hole.  Truly attacks—it hurts, he’s so hungry.  I tell him to slow down and savor—not devour.  That does the trick.  He makes my ass crack sodden.  I even manage to piss—letting it spurt up in the air and then down over his face and my ass crack.  He licks me clean, thanking me endlessly…

*****

I have a big toy up his butt.  He is small framed.  I worry about getting my medium sized hand in him.  I pull out the toy and grease both hands.  Surprisingly, my right—the slightly bigger hand—worms into him the first time he hits the poppers. 

Then my left.

I can’t get much depth—but he loves the stretch of my palm and the snap of his ass closing around my wrist.

I do it again and again.  Left. Right. Left…

*****

It’s late.

“I need to get off, boy.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Where do you want me to shoot?”

“Anywhere you want, Sir.”

“In your ass?”

“Yes, sir.  Breed my piss cunt, Sir.”

“Yeah?  You like cum in your ass?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I want you to push it out later.  And eat it.”

“Yes, Sir.  Gladly, Sir.   Give it to me.”

I pull my dick out and slap the pouch of his jock with it.  I bend and taste his hole one last time.  I rise up, slip it into his gape and let go.  He squeezes down on my dick so that I think it might snap off.  He milks every drop, as I grab onto the chains and hang on…

Indeed, when I am washing up in his bathroom upstairs, I notice that the tiny blood vessel on the top of my dick has broken leaving a red mass under the skin.

A rough fuck, indeed.

Late Night on Lake Shore Drive

Chicago--December, 2011

This picks up instantly after yesterday’s installment about the piss party. After that rather dry event, I’d been invited to spend the night with a couple on Lake Shore Drive. I had known the sub boy for a couple of years. He was one of those boys to who I could do absolutely anything :

Whore him out at a bathhouse for my felching pleasure.

Have him naked, ready and panting, to relax me after a long drive to the city.

Make him suck me off in a crowded bar.

Or give me his ass in the back corridor of that same bar.

Or his favorite--having him lick cum off the floor of the bathhouse when he’d dripped some.

But lately one of his string of tops had become a boyfriend. Marvin, the top, is ten years younger than I, with a shaved head and pronounced features. The boy is good looking enough, dark hair and mid 40’s. I’d played with them together once. It had been fine--though it had ended with them arguing. But not wanting to drive home, I had taken them up on the offer to play a little and spend the night....


 He opens the door naked, save for his collar and boots. I’m shown in. Marvin is sitting in the living room with a vodka and something. “Make him comfortable,” he says to the boy. My jacket disappears, as does my sweater. Suddenly the boy is crawling around my chair. He begins to inhale the soles of my boots, then proceeds to lick the tops. His tongue presses hard enough I can feel it through the thick leather. Slowly he undoes them and lovingly does my feet. He’s impatient though, and the socks come off very fast. He sucks my toes, but soon we are all in the bedroom.

I eat his hole, kneeling on the floor by the bed. The boy is on all fours so he can suck Marvin’s cock. I eat, and rise and fuck. It pushes the boy forward onto Marvin’s cock. His average sized dick never quite gets hard. He leaves us soon to go find another bottom on line. I fuck. I eat. I fuck. I make the boy clean my cock. Soon we hear the front door open and a chattering blond walks in. He’s our age, in decent shape and will not shut up. Marvin tries to silence him by sticking his cock in the guy’s mouth. I stand next to Marvin and let the boy suck mine. That works for while, but soon the blond is trying to stuff Marvin’s softening cock in his ass. When that doesn’t work, the blond takes Marvin to the far side of the bed to orally work him over to hardness. But sucking Marvin’s cock does not shut him up. Marvin just has more vodka.

I dig in my bag and pull out a speculum. I warm it in my hands, grease it, then slowly insert it in the boy’s ass. He’s on all fours and is thrilled as he feels the metal glide into his hole. I give the key a slight turn. Inside him it opens. I crank again. Another crank. And another. Soon his hole is being stretched, side to side. My finger goes in and strokes his prostate. This sends him into a whimpering ball. It piques the blond’s interest. He comes around the bed, looks, shudders theatrically and beats a hasty retreat back to Marvin. I give it one more crank, finger his prostate and lean over to spit into his hole. Slowly I crank it closed, careful to not pinch any of the delicate pink flesh.

I’m back in my bag. I slip on two black latex gloves. I dip into the Elbow Grease and smear it on both hands. The boy looks over his shoulder.

“I want it all this time, Sir.”

I have two fingers in him easily, with the stretching I’d given him with the speculum. I add another. Then three fingers of the other hand alternate in a circular motion to continue opening him. Before I know it, I have four fingers. A little pressure and my right hand is fully up him. This sends the blond for his clothes, saying he’s come to the wrong party. Marvin lets him out the door as I begin alternating full fists up the boy.

Marvin returns with a fresh drink, watches us, then disappears.

I pull out, stroke myself to hardness and fuck the freshly fisted hole.

“Please, Sir, give me your cum.”

I am so close. I want to shoot. I really need to get off. Suddenly, I’m there. I explode. I collapse on his back.
　
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We get ready for bed.

Marvin comes in and says he’s going out.

The argument starts. I screw my earplugs in as tightly as I can and strap my blindfold over my eyes. Amazingly they cut out almost all the noise. I sleep. Aware of movement around me. Mostly the boy on the bed.

Early in the morning I wake up. I remove the plugs and the blindfold. The boy is talking in his sleep. I touch him with a careful caress. He stirs. Then fully wakes. He looks around blinking.

“He’s gone, Sir. Forever.”

“It was a fight. He’ll be back.”

“No, Sir. He’s gone for good.”

“You think so?”

The boy looks at me. There is a hint of moisture around the eyes. “Yes, Sir. I know he‘s gone. I hit him.”

Control

Cleveland--September, 2011

Since I’ve been between jobs since the end of August, I’ve had lots of time to travel and get caught up with a lot of my regular fuck buds who were all left hanging during my impossibly busy summer.  Juan is one of the best.  Short, hairy, originally from Central America and now going to grad school in the Windy City, he had suggested he stop by the play room on his way to a weekend in Cleveland.  His travel times changed and he had to cancel.  But being an excellent fuck bud, he suggested I  join him on his final night in Cleveland at the bathhouse…and he would give me all the loads I could eat out of his ass.  He loves to walk around the tubs, take as many loads as possible and give me a veritable feast.  What I find interesting, that while that was fun and hot--and fucking him while loaded was even better--it‘s not what I really remember about that night...

I am fucking Juan in the sling.  The bathhouse has a play area with bunk beds and a sling. There is plenty of room around it for guys to watch the action unfold.  His hairy butt is working my cock, clasping and massaging it down the entire length.  He’s one of the few men I really have to watch myself with, his ass can milk cum out of almost anyone before you know it.  Two couples are watching us.  One set is absently playing with each other as I fuck.  The other is more adventurous and playing with Juan’s nipples, sizable cock  and reaching down to feel my cock--to see if I’m really fucking him raw.

“How many loads do you have in there?” I ask.

“Three,” he smiles.  “I only had an hour.”

Eventually I notice we have one more spectator--a man in his late 60‘s.  He is on all fours on the floor, ass to the door.  I guess that he would like some of the same.  I keep pumping into the very moist hole of Juan.  If I increase in tempo, I can even make his hole froth a little.  That calls for me to stop, and lick up the jizz my big, flared cock head has pulled out.  As I lick, suck and swallow the mixed cum from Juan’s hole, the man on all fours rises and begins to caress Juan’s feet in the stirrups.  I stand, look enquiringly at Juan, but he’s just fine with it.  I go back to fucking Juan‘s juicy ass, and the older man starts licking  Juan’s toes.  Soon, I invite one of the guys who’s been playing with Juan’s chest to fuck.  He moves around and slips into the dripping hole.  The foot man takes all five of Juan’s toes.

The stud now fucking Juan looks like he’s ex-Marine.  Built.  Everywhere.  His big cock looks great slamming into Juan.  Suddenly he glances down at his cock, a look of disbelief on his face.

“I’m cumming.”

And he does.  His whole body shakes.  The foot man withdraws and disappears.  The Marine shudders, stands still and tries to catch his breath.  His partner looks none too pleased that Juan just got the load. The marine starts to withdraw.  So I kneel, clean his cock and then go for the mother-lode in that tight, pliant ass.  Slick, copious and wonderful on the tongue.

Juan gets down, but not until after I’ve licked my fill and pounded the rest deeper into his gut.  He wants some private time in his room to reload--with the shy guys who won’t play in public.  I reluctantly let him go.  I love to watch him get filled, but I totally understand.


I go off to the TV room.  It is large, with tiered, carpeted seating for ease of stroking and full on sex.  The screen is small--with no more than a large laptop size image. I settle in.  My cock is still rampant and will not remotely fit in my jock.  It’s rather shiny from all the cum it fucked in.  Just as I’m about to wrap my fist around it, a young man asks if he can suck me.  I nod.  He kneels a step below me and starts slurping at my dick.  I ruffle his shaggy blond hair.  He’s good.

Then I feel it.  Pressure on the toe of my combat boot.  I look down.  It’s the foot man.  He looks up at me, his eyes full of fear.  Does he mumble “Please, Sir?”  I can’t tell.  I nod.  I can take or leave feet.  But he wants it so much.  Why shouldn’t I let him?  I curtly nod.  I expect him to start unlacing.  But no.  He decides I need a spit shine.  The boy is working my cock--and the man is swabbing huge strokes across my black boot.  I can feel the pressure of his tongue through the leather.  His stroke is heavy enough to feel good not tickle. He does the entire toe area of the left.  Including the ridge where the leather joins the sole.  He looks up at me wondering.  I point to my right.  He immediately goes for the new boot.

The cocksucker has tired when he realizes I’m not going to blow.  He’s left.  I sprawl back, luxuriating in the feel of foot man’s tongue thru the leather.  In all my years I’ve never had anyone clean my boots so well, while I’m in them.  He’s reached under his towel and I know he’s playing with himself.  He looks up at me.  I think he wants my feet.  But I’m not quite ready.  I thank him and leave, telling him I’ll be back.

I find Juan.  Success, but he won’t feed me yet--nor tell me his load count.  I find and fuck a hot man in the sling who is literally covered in tattoos.  Head to toe--and cock.  I get him off…and head back for my feet.  I can’t get the man’s look of longing out of my mind.

He’s still there.  He instantly kneels before me.  He unties my boots with his teeth.  With another person I might have smirked.  But he did it with such precision.  Ritual.  His rite of worship.  If he needed an idol for a few minutes, I’m happy to oblige.  He opens my left boot.  The foot comes out in a wool sock.  Instantly it goes to his nose and is pressed against his open mouth.  He inhales.  His towel opens and falls away.  His smallish cock is rampant.  A mumbled “Thank you.”  He sops the toes a little in his mouth, then removes the wool covering and goes for the toes.  Delicately, but never with that light, annoying ticklish sort of tonguing.  It feels like he is memorizing my feet.  How they feel on his tongue, taste in his mouth, how they smell pressed tightly against his face.

I’m not sure how long he takes.  I’ve slumped back and closed my eyes, reveling in the new and different.  He moves to the right and repeats the process.  Laces.  Boot.  Sock.  The swabbing of the flesh.  His tongue tracing the lines of my insole.  This time his hands are also on my right foot.  I’m ticklish--but not with him.  They are massaging the wet sole, cupping the foot.  I feel his mouth go around my toes as if he were deep throating a cock.  My feet are too big.  He gags.  And shoots his load.  I  open my eyes and see him convulsing.  Hanging onto my foot and cumming with no hands touching his cock.

“Thank you, Sir.”

I nod and tell him how good it was.  He flushes.   Suddenly talkative, he tells me he rarely gets anyone who really understands.  But he’s come out about his foot fetish and doesn‘t care if people here look oddly at him.  He comes here each week to try to get someone to let him perform.  Mopped up, he thanks me again and disappears.

I lean back on the bleacher.  Soon I collect my boots and socks and move up to the top level, stretching out. I feel so sated--just like after a good massage.  I  think I actually doze.  I come back to reality as a hairy ass sits astride my face.  I’d know Juan anywhere.  My tongue snakes out--connecting with this puffy, stretched out hole.  I can taste the cum.  With his infinite control he lets the cum flow out in small  increments.  I grab his hairy thighs and dig.  Another dollop.  Fuck!  I burrow deeper as a third flow hits my tongue.  My cock  is drooling.  

From somewhere high above I hear him say in that soft Spanish accent, “Seven more.  Clean me up good.”  This time he releases the entire accumulation of multiple loads into my mouth.  I can barely breath.  I can only swallow…