The Footballer: Another Step Down…

Near Home—June, 2017

I managed a break from work on the last Friday of the month.  As I could no longer host (until August) I didn’t even try to see who was online.  I dressed in some clothes I didn’t care about and went to the bookstore.  Luck was with me that night.

I quickly scope out the straight side.  Traffic is incredibly slow.  The closure of the gloryholes has not persuaded everyone who once used them to try the cinema as I hoped.  They just don’t come at all.  I look for the Friday night regular—and he’s there—down front so he won’t see any gay action that might happen behind him.  He needn’t have worried as he’s the only man in the room.

I don’t linger.  The porn choice is as depressing as the vacant room.  I go next door.  There is no one here either—but at least the porn is better—a video from another of those maverick bareback studios.  I try to tell myself it’s still early—but it’s really not.  So I resign myself to a solo jerk. 

I hear the cash register out front beep just as on the screen two loads are shot on the hole of a very young man.  One of the tops fingers it into the groaning boy as the door opens.  (It no longer has a buzzer to announce arrivals.)  I can’t believe it.  It’s the Footballer.  His face lights up when he sees that it’s me. 

“I almost didn’t get out of the car with so few others in the lot,” he tells me as he not only unfastens his belt, but steps totally out of his shorts.  There’s no underwear tonight.  And his big cock is already thickening.  The t-shirt comes off next.  All his clothes are tossed on a chair in the corner and the Footballer stands before me totally naked but for his sandals.  I can tell he’s back to working out.  He is firmer everywhere now than when I last saw him.  He lets me look for another moment before he gets on his knees and starts slobbering all over my cock.

“Get it good and wet---I really need to fuck tonight.”

He nods---his mouth too full to talk.  But the pace of the blow job picks up.  He is taking me deep into his throat.  Every.  Damn. Stroke.  It’s fantastic.

“I want to eat that ass.”

He knows the drill in here.  He swings a chair around so he can kneel on it and still watch the hot action on the screen.  I kneel between his legs and am at the perfect height to bury my face into those muscled butt cheeks.  I hit the pucker on the first stab of my tongue.  He hisses his pleasure—and reaches his right arm back to pull the cheek open.  I drill deeper.  He lets go—burying me in his hot crack.  I tongue and spit.  Poke and prod—and slick my cock with just a touch of lube from my shirt pocket.

The door opens.  In walks a favorite fuck bud.  He’s a good ten years younger than I am—his blond hair is showing gray in normal light, but in this half light it all looks blond.  He stops dead in his tracks and watches us.  I feel the Footballer tense.  He’s ready to flee.  I pull out of his crack.

“Stay there.  He’s a friend.”  That might be stretching it…but I do usually leave a friendly load in the new arrivals ass any time I can.  My Fuck-Bud has taken his cock out.  It’s bigger than I remember.  He sits and strokes, watching me as I go back to eating the Footballer’s ass.

The Footballer looks at the man watching him.  He relaxes.  He’s even showing off—pushing back more forcefully onto my face, and groaning a little bit louder than before.  All this makes my cock drip more pre-cum.  I smear some on his hole.  I tell the two men just what I’m doing.  I drill some of it into his hole with the point of my tongue and the rest I lick off.  The Footballer calls me a couple of nasty names as I do it.

I’m primed.  I want to fuck.   I stand up and drool one long strand of spittle down on his hole from above.  I wipe it across his relaxed pucker.  This sends a shiver through the Footballer. 

“Fuck me, man.  I need that cock.”

I poke in just the head.  I let it sit there.  

The Footballer pushes back—impaling himself on my cock.   “I said fuck me.”

I slap his ass with my open palm.  The sound fills the room.  And I begin fucking, full on, no gradual warm up.  And he’s taking it.  Loving it.  Egging me on.

I turn to my F-Bud.   “Stick that cock in his mouth.  He likes it at both ends.”

The Footballer pants, likely remembering the hot spit roast we had the last time we met.  My Bud gets up and eagerly sticks his dick in the Footballer’s mouth.  I slap the ass in front of me again and speed up the drilling.  The Footballer has to stop jerking himself and hold onto the chair.  I’m glad my Bud is there to steady it with his free hand to make sure that we don’t tip over.

The man in his mouth has at first allowed the Footballer to do the sucking.  Now my Bud grabs the Footballer’s head and begins to face fuck him.  Unconsciously or not, he is matching the rhythm I’ve set of plowing ass.  Suddenly my Bud pulls himself out.   I know that look—he was going to shoot if he’d kept it up.  He sits down in a chair to the side of us and watches my cock plow into the mounds of hairy flesh.

I consider a moment.  I know my Bud likes to be fucked.  I don’t know how the Footballer would react seeing me going from his hole to another.  I discard that idea.  I have a better one.

I turn my head to my bud, whose eyes are glued to my cock.  “You should fuck him,” I say matter of factly.  I don’t ask the Footballer.  I just decide for him.  Another step down his road to cum whore.

My Bud shrugs a ‘sure.’  I pull out as he stands up.  I hold the Footballer in place, just in case he tries to get up—but he’s totally into it.  He moans a sort of a moan that means “I can’t believe this…” And my Bud enters him.  Being thinner, he slides in easily with all the butt juice I’ve churned up.  I kneel down—on eye level with the fuck.  I watch him plow in and out.

“I want you to let me taste his ass on your cock when you pull out.”

“You fuckin’ perv…” the Footballer groans.  But his hand goes back to his cock and starts jerking it again.

My Bud suits the action to the word.  He pulls his dripping cock out of the Footballer’s hole and lets me sample it.  Amazing.  I slurp noisily so the Footballer knows just what is happening.  When my Bud pulls out of my mouth he steps back.  I swing around and go into full rim mode.  The Footballer literally starts shaking—it being the last thing he expects.  My tongue mops up every drop.

I stand.  I hungrily plow him again.

I pull out and my Bud goes back up him.  We repeat the process.  He fucks, I clean him up—but this time he goes back in.  He actually rips his cock out of my mouth and plunges back into the Footballer with a “Shit!”  I watch his body shake with every spasm of his cumming.

The Footballer is mumbling an “Oh, my God---oh, my God…” litany under all this.

I let my Bud marinate in his juices for a moment.  Then tell him I need to felch.

“Clean my dick first.”  He sticks it in my mouth.  Fuck—even better than before.  He pulls out and sits down heavily, exhausted, as I swivel and bury my face into the Footballer’s hole.

“You fuckin’ pigs,” he whines.

I slap his ass as my tongue pushes deeper into his cummy channel.  The slap gives me a huge dollop of load on my tongue.  I swallow and keep licking.

I finally spit into him and stand up.

“I’m going to fuck in his load.”

“Shoot in me, too!” he grunts.

“Now who’s the pig?”  I slide my cock into his velvety, cummy hole.  Instantly, I am super hard.  I know I will be shooting any moment now.

He squeezes me once—and that’s it.  I fire repeatedly into him.  Spurt after spurt.  And then one last one.  I hold on to the Footballer until I trust myself to slowly pull out.  I fall to my knees and clean the cum oozing out of his hole.  Just a couple of licks.  I can’t do more—I am so satisfied.

I pull back on my haunches.

“Now that you animals are done using me…”  The Footballer gets up off the chair.  Slowly.  Carefully.  His legs look like he’s not sure they can take his weight.  He reaches for his clothes behind me and pulls them on.  He turns to the two of us, both sitting there with our wet dicks wilting.  I see a million thoughts go across his face. 

But all he says is “Fuckers...”

And, rather unsteadily, he goes out the door.

The Footballer Shows Off

Near Home—April, 2017

Late in the month I was beginning to get really horned as CLAW approached.  I had a free night but no one was taking the bait on any of the hook up sites.  I gave up and went to the bookstore.  But not before I sent the Footballer a text and told him what time I’d be there.  He agreed to meet me.

The Footballer played much more in public the last time we met, before insisting on taking the fucking to a private booth.  As I drove in, I decided I wanted to see just how far he might go…

I pay my admission to the two theaters.  I go into the straight one.  One lonely looking man is there.  He ignores me.  He only has eyes for the overly silicon-ed balloons passing as breasts up on the big screen television.  I leave him to it.

There is only one man on the gay side, too.  But much more to my liking.  He looks like he left his big rig in the parking lot, though I know that’s not so.  He’s mid 40’s with dark hair cropped quite close to the scalp.  He’s dressed in a white T-shirt and blue jeans with work boots that have seen a lot of service.   His blue jeans are splayed open.  A fat, beefy cock is in his equally beefy hand.  The T-shirt is pulled up, exposing an extremely hairy abdomen.  I sit down opposite him.  I can’t take my eyes off the hairy knuckles wrapped around his meat as he flogs it.

I open my fly.  My cock is sticking out of the pouch of my jock.  I am super hard.  I spit on my palm.  I wet my cock and start to stroke.  Our eyes are locked on each other—fuck the boys sucking dick on the screen.  It’s almost a game of chicken—who is going to cave in and suck the other first?

I do it.  I decide the moment his cock starts precumming.  I get up and sink to my knees in front of him.  He simply spreads his legs wider.  He grunts as my mouth envelops his cock.  My tongue constantly moves over the wet helmet head of his dick.  I work his foreskin with my tongue.  I stop stroking myself and concentrate on getting this thickness deeper into my throat.

“Suck my dick, you cock whore,” he almost whispers.

I re-double my efforts.

The door buzzes and swings open.  It’s the Footballer.  That ex-football player frame looms over us.  He’s a great contrast—short blond hair, ten years younger, much more muscled than the man in my mouth.  I look up, never taking the thick cock out of my mouth.  The Footballer grins at me. 

“Let me suck that thing.”  It sounds loud as the Footballer says it.  I move over and let him kneel down to suck the cock I have left really wet.  The Footballer takes out his own thick dick from his cargo pants and starts to stroke as he sucks.

I stand up to watch.  But the Trucker reaches out a hand and pulls me closer—so he can suck my dick.  He’s pretty good—though the angle is not the best.  I let him suck me for a bit—but I know what I really want to do.  I pull out of his mouth and pull the Footballer’s hips back slightly so he’s more on all fours—but still sucking.  I pull down his pants and reveal that full ass.  I kneel behind him and lean over to lick his butt.

The Trucker likes this.  He grunts his approval with a “Fuck, yeah.”  But it’s cramped back here.  I can lick his crack, but can’t zero in on his pucker with ease.  I stand up and pull a chair away from the wall.

“Get up on here.”

The Footballer reluctantly takes the Trucker’s cock out of his mouth.  But he does it.  He kneels on the seat of the chair.  I kneel behind him.  His ass is right where I want it.  The Trucker wastes no time in standing up and feeding the Footballer his cock again.  I zero in on this tight hole I love to fuck.  The Footballer groans around the dick in mouth.  I tongue him.  Hard.  I want that hole open and dripping with my spit.  I tongue him until I am so ready to fuck.  But I don’t.  Instead, I stand up and come around to this mouth.

The Footballer ovals his mouth and tries to take both our dicks into his mouth.  Two big heads make it all but impossible.  He gives up and goes back and forth on us.  It is so hot to see this handsome man servicing two daddy dicks.  First me.  Then the Trucker.  Deep throating me.  Deep throating the Trucker.

The Trucker pulls out.  I really think he is going to shoot.  The Footballer takes me to the root again.  The Trucker kneels and twists his head around until he can lick my balls while the Footballer sucks me deep.  It feels great.  I love having my balls tongued by this man you’d never think would have man sex.

I finally pull out of the Footballer’s mouth.  I go back to his ass.  I kneel and eat it for a moment, but then I stand and begin to insert.  The Footballer tenses, even stops sucking the Trucker, for a moment.  After all, no one has ever seen me fuck him before.

“Fuck this slut,” the Trucker grates out.

There is a moment where I think the Footballer is going to tell me to stop.  But he doesn’t.  You can actually see it on his face as he decides to go for it.  His ass flowers open and I sink inside.  He feels incredible.  And I love watching him suck the man in front of us.

“Nice ass?”

“Fuck, yeah,” I tell him.  “He’s great.”

My hips slap against the rounded cheeks of the Footballer.

“Fuck that asshole.  Breed him.”

I pick up the tempo of my fucking.

“You want to fuck him first?” I ask?

“Naw, I don’t do man ass.”

I am now long dicking on every thrust.  My balls slap against his hairy ass.  I have just gotten here, but I am going to blow my load if I’m not careful.

“You should try it,” I tell the Trucker.  “It’s a tight, hot hole.”

The Trucker grunts.  I can’t tell if it’s a yes or no.  Then I realize it’s his warning that he’s about to cum.  He is suddenly fucking the Footballer’s mouth.  He holds onto the Footballer’s ears so he can’t pull off.  I increase my stroke.  I’m going for it.  How is anything else going to be hotter than this tonight?

The Trucker cums.  Hard.  Nosily.  And he must be shooting a ton the way his body is jerking and how much he is swearing under his breath.

I cum the moment that registers.  Just as noisily.

“Fill his ass with your cum, fucker.  Breed him!”

I finally stop pumping.

I marinate in his ass while I watch the Trucker pull himself together.  He grunts at us one more time and leaves.

“That was intense,” huffs the Footballer.  I pull out.  I lick up the one drop of cum his ass is allowing out of his hole.  The Footballer gets up carefully.  I see that he’s cum all over the seat of the chair. 

“Damn,” sighs the Footballer.

“I didn’t know if you’d let me fuck you in front of someone.”

“I almost didn’t—but it was just too hot to get up and leave.”

“Yeah.”  I drop to my knees and start cleaning up his dripping dick.  “Yeah, it was…”

The Footballer Is In a Hurry

Near Home—March, 2017

“A brief hug and I watch that slim, pale ass go out the door and down the stairs to the shower…”  That was my tag line after I fisted the cum out of Calvin.  As I age, whether I shoot or not is not always as important.  But it was that day.  I waved Calvin off, changed into old clothes and headed to the bookstore.

The parking lot is deserted.  I sigh, but go in anyway.  I’d still rather jerk off in public, with the chance of something happening, than sit alone in my house.  I check the straight side.  One man (who takes up room for two) sits on the couch.  I nod to him and go next door.  I am pleasantly surprised that they are showing bareback porn over here.  Of course, there is no one else in the room.  But I don’t care for the moment.  I am content with a recent condom-free Michael Lucas film.  I sit along the outside wall and get my dick into my hand. 

****

It’s thirty minutes later and a young Black man has come in.  He is seated against the back wall.  I have to turn to glance at him; to check his progress of getting his dick out.  So far he has groped himself through his baggy jeans and now has progressed to starting to unzip and slipping a couple of fingers into his fly.  He unzips all the way and is about to do the big reveal when the door buzzes open. 

A very handsome man enters.  He has a great build, just beginning to soften in his very late 30’s.  His blond hair is short.  I know that I know him.  The new guy crosses between us and sits in the corner between us.  He unzips and pulls a thick, elongated dick.  I know him now—it’s the self pronounced top on PrEP who I’ve fucked a couple of times.  I called him the Footballer—as he still shows all those hours of work on the field.  He is stroking and catching and trying to catch my eye.  I am sort of surprised.  During our fist two meets he didn’t want to do much in public.  He shakes that thick helmeted dick at me.  I get up and kneel in front of him.  I take his dripping prick into my mouth.

When I look up, I’m even more surprised.  The other guy has gotten up and is feeding the Footballer his long and thin cock.  We happily suck away.  Then we change.  The kid goes down on the Footballer and I finally get some oral attention.  Having my dick in his mouth again makes him squirm in the chair.  I know what’s coming before he does it.  The Footballer pulls my dick out of his mouth, pulls me down by the elbow and whispers in my ear.  “Fuck me.”  And he points in the direction of the booths we’ve used each time.

We do our selves up and leave the young guy—likely wondering what he did wrong to be left behind.  The Footballer finds a booth and beckons me in.  He strips out of his shoes, pants and underwear.  He kneels long enough to get my dick wet.  He stands up, bends over, holding on to the upholstered seating and presents me with his full, hairy ass.  It’s my turn to kneel and use my mouth.  I drill his tight pucker, (which doesn’t feel nearly as tight!  I think he is really getting into bottoming.) 

I stand up.  My dick is drooling and I tell him so.  I smear it on his hole.  I push.  I enter easily.

“Fuck me, man.  I’m so horny right now.”

I grunt as I bottom out into his ass.  He begins to grind back on me.  There seems to be no need for adjustment time.  I start plowing him.  I hear the poppers open.  The vapor fills the small, closed space.  He is pushing back to meet my every thrust.

And he cums.  All over the sticky linoleum floor.  His ass grips my cock—but it’s far too soon for me to shoot.

He asks for my phone number as he cleans up.  I remind him we did that last time.  But he doesn’t have it—though he is saved in mine.  He takes it again.

I pull myself together and go back to the gay theatre.  The Black guy is still there, stroking.

I suck his cock.  The long, thin shaft, with a slight downwards curve, fits perfectly in my throat. 

He gives me a load pretty quickly as he’s been stroking the entire time I’ve been gone.

He thanks me and leaves.

One of the regulars, a Latino comes in.  He feed me his dick.  He’s close too.  This time a thick load triggers my own load.  It’s my turn to shoot on the linoleum.

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The Best Asses at the Bookstore

Near Home—July, 2016

My last trip to the bookstore in July…

My eyes are riveted to the scene going on behind me.  I am sitting in the gay cinema.  My friend (who loves to eat my hole and fuck anyone younger than himself) is in the back corner.  The cute Latino bottom has just walked through the door.  When he sees who is in the corner, he stays right there, feigning an interest in the video.  My friend moves forward and hugs the Latino, grinding his fully clothed pelvis against the fully clothed ass of the cute one.

I take a swig of water.  It refreshes the taste of the three loads I’ve swallowed so far tonight.  I take another swig to cleanse my palette.  I want to be ready for what’s happening behind me.  My friend has reached around and is unbuttoning the waist band of the Latino’s shorts.  Now the zipper.  They slip to his calves.  The designer briefs are light colored and contrast beautifully with the darker skin of the wearer.  My friend grinds his pelvis against the ass in front of him.  He then turns the Latino around and pulls him into a kiss, pelvis grinding against newly exposed pelvis.

My friend steps back.  He undoes his jeans.  His seven inches spring out.  He’s commando tonight and hard.  He bends the boy in front of him onto his cock.  The Latino sucks and groans contentedly.

Then it comes.  The signal I was hoping for.  My friend crooks his finger and beckons me to join.  He points to the mound of underwear-covered Latino ass.  I get up and kneel behind the boy.  I peel the underwear off his ass.  He barely registers that I’m there before going back to sucking.  I spread his cheeks and my tongue touches his hole.  He moans around the cock in his mouth.

“Eat him out,” hisses my buddy.  “Get him wet for our dicks.”

I don’t need much encouragement.  I burrow into his lightly haired hole.  It flowers open.  My tongue goes deeper, licking the exposed pinkness.  The boy grinds back against me.  I hear his sloppy blowjob becoming more frenzied.  I lube my dick as I eat.

I stand up.  I spit in my palm and add it to the lube on my dick.  My friend reaches down and spreads the boy’s ass so he can watch me split him open.  I line up, my cock dripping.  I push in.  He takes the head with the first push.

“He’s too big to be first,” the boy whispers to my buddy.

“Shut up and take it, I’ve watched you take him before.”

I inch in.  The boy is distracted by the talking—and takes me to the root easily.

“I’m in.”

The boy grins and goes back to sucking.  And I start fucking. His ass is the perfect size and shape for my hips to make continual slapping noises.  The sound excites us all.

I slow down and pull out.  The boy turns and takes me in his mouth.  God, I love men who know and trust their clean out.  My buddy is up him and pumping.  Driving hard into the upturned butt.  I love the boy’s mouth—something I can never get enough of at this place.

I really want my buddy to blow first.  I think both the guys would get off on me felching the load.  And adding my own.

My Buddy pulls out.  “Your turn.” 

The Latino obediently spins around.  I enter him.  His hole has really loosened to accommodate us.  I start a new round of ass slapping fucking.

And the door buzzes.

The Latino tries to pull away.  We try to keep him in place, but we can’t. We are all standing side by side as the door opens and a nondescript man walks in.

The Latino pulls up his pants and bolts.  My friend follows with a “I’ll get him back.”

But he doesn’t.  I don’t see either again.

*****

I stay in the gay cinema.  Idly jerking.  The door opens.  I don’t bother to turn to see who it is.

“Put that beautiful dick back in my hole.”

I turn.  It’s the Footballer—the top who’s on PrEP.  He looks hotter than last time, if that’s possible.  I follow him to one of the booths we shouldn’t be in.

“Fuck me good,” he whispers.  “I loved taking your load home last time.”

He drops his pants and bends.  I eat this seccond hot hole.  This one hairy and muscular.

I want to fuck.  I can’t wait to get up him.

I push in.

“Fuck me hard,” he pants.  “No mercy.”

I do.

I get off deep inside this hot fuckin’ top.  I stay in place while he jerks himself off.  I love how his ass clenches around my spent dick as he spews all over the floor.

Full Moon

Near Home—June, 2016

The night of the June full moon I got to go back to the bookstore.  It was a night where I couldn’t put a foot wrong…

I am on the gay side.  I am in the back corner, on my knees.  I have the largest, swollen set of hairy balls smashed against my tongue.  I can’t begin to fit them in my mouth.  (I had thought the room was empty when I walked in, but he was in the shadowy corner behind the door.)  An older man, he is stroking his smallish cock and letting those monster balls hang free over the band of his Hanes underwear.  I lick every inch of exposed, hairy flesh.

“Suck my dick,” he commands.

I must have licked his balls just right.  He explodes in my mouth with very little effort.

*****

Minutes after I sit down to stroke, a new man walks in and stands in that back corner.  I turn and look.  He’s hot.  He has an ex-football player build and is still in shape.  He’s in his late 30’s or early 40’s with short blond hair.  Muscles ripple under his tight tee shirt.  He opens his cargo pants and takes out a nice thick cock with a pronounced helmet head.

I get up and kneel in front of him.  I take that big dick head in my mouth.  My tongue is all over it.

He groans.  “Suck me good.”

I do.  It takes concentration to get him down my throat.  But I do it.  His dick is spewing pre-cum like crazy.  I finally have to stand up and give my knees a rest.  He sees my bigger dick for the first time.

“You have to fuck me with that,” he whispers in my ear.  “But not here.  Meet me in the rental booths.”  He means the ones where you can rent and watch a whole movie of your choice.

I find him in the middle one.  He’s naked and waiting.  I can’t believe my luck:  Muscles, big dick, hair in all the right places and now wanting my dick.  I kneel and suck him some more.  Than he sucks me.  The handsomest man I have ever seen here is now sucking my dick.

Eventually, the Footballer stands and shows me his ass for the first time:  huge hairy mounds of flesh.  I stick my tongue right in.  He groans.  And begins whispering.

“I want you in my ass so much…I love big cock…and I want it raw.  Spew your load in my guts…”

I stand up and insert.  He’s tight.  He does not take cock regularly.  I ease in.  Hold.  And fuck.

I am fucking him hard now.  The sound of flesh on flesh fills the tiny space.  I can hear people outside our door.  I am sure they are trying to look through the crack.  I stop for a moment.

Shit.  Literally.  He’s dirty.

And he’s angry at himself.  “Dammit, I spent an hour back there.  Well, I brought my bottle.  I’ll go to the car and get it and re-clean.  Please save that load for my ass.”

I don’t promise, but agree I’ll look for him and head off to wash.

*****

I check the straight side.  Nothing.  Or nothing I want to do.

Back in the gay theatre, the crowd has arrived.  My regular fuck bud is taking the thin man who never admits to blowing his load up an ass.  I watch them fuck for a moment, then unbutton and stick my freshly washed dick in the bottom’s mouth.

This increases the heat in the room.  Five other guys are watching.  They all take their dicks out now.  Stroking of each other soon follows.  Two of them eventually start sucking.

In moments the Stealther stops.  He’s made no sound of orgasm, but I’m sure I will find a dripping hole.  I come around and get on my knees.  My tongue is there just in time to catch the first drip from the bottom’s ass.  I dig in…

*****

Later, I’m sitting in the cock sucker chair.  The bottom  I felched  is now giving me head as another regular has his thick cock  in my mouth.  When the bottom’s jaw tires, two others take turns on my cock—one old man who takes it slowly and another who is all teeth.  I stop the toothy one and the man who loves it in almost slow motion takes me to the root again and again.

The Footballer arrives at my elbow.  He nods at me.  I thank the men I’ve been playing with and the Footballer leads me back to the booth.  He gets naked and I open my pants.  He sucks me a moment, but you can tell he’s anxious to take me back in his ass.  I stand up and tell him to bend over.  His full moon of an ass is again in front of me.  I sink to my knees and tongue his freshly prepped hole.

“Damn, you know how to eat ass.  Make me wet, stud.” 

I spit into his hole and lube my dick at the same time.  I stand and insert.  It’s an easier entry this time.  And he’s now spotless. 

I fuck him.   Harder and harder.   After all the play, I am more than ready to bust a load into him.

“You really want my load?”

“Fuck yeah.   Make that hole your own.”

“You’re gonna get it.   Really soon.”

“I want it.”  The noise of my fucking in this cramped space increases.  “Give it to me.”  I slap his ass.  “Give me your cum.”

I buck into him—spewing the load I’ve been building since I arrived, three hours ago.

I stay in him while he finally touches his own big dick and sprays the upholstered bench.

“Thanks,” he whispers.  We trade names.  “That’ll do me for a year.” 

I laugh.

“I’m a top—but I bend over for big dick,” he continues.  “Yours is perfect.  I just got on PrEP and all I can think about is taking loads.”

We trade phone numbers. 

He can’t stop texting me as I drive home in the light of the full moon.