Fornication Party in Chicago: The Wet and Sticky Ending

 Chicago—November, 2025

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

My tongue can’t really tell if there’s cum in this ass, but my cock loves the idea.  It drips and I smear it around the head.  I stand up and enter the guy.  Only then do I see the tats and recognize that I’m fucking Sean Harding.  His generous ass envelops every inch of my cock.

He lazily looks back to see who is filling his butt.  He nods to me and then looks away, a look of satisfaction on his face.  I pick up my speed.  My balls are slapping his gorgeous ass.  I slow—and then pull out.  I go to my knees again.  Now I know there is a load in there.  It is trickling out of him.  I lick it up before I begin tongue fucking him again.

When I stand up to fuck, I notice another man jerking his cock as he watches me.

“Do you want to take a turn?” I ask him.

He nods.  I step to the side.  The guy sinks into Sean.  He moans.  He fucks him fast and hard.  Sean pushes back on the guy—and gets another load.  The guy vocalizes his orgasm, holding onto Sean’s hips for dear life.  He pulls out the moment he can breathe again.  He won’t let me clean his cock, but I have a feast of cum out of Sean’s ass.  I make sure to save some of the jizz—and fuck it deeper into the handsome man…

*

Keshawn finds me one more time.  This time we use a spanking bench.  It’s easy, with his long legs, to bend over and just use it as support.  I love how stretched his hole is.  He’s taken a lot of cock tonight.  And I’ve seen him using his big dick on a lot of men.  I spend quite some time on my knees, eating him out and making him moan.

I stand up and slide in.  It’s an easy glide, he’s awash with lube and spit and, maybe, a load.  I pump in and out—using my full length.  I slap his generous butt cheek.  The thwack is a nice accent to the sexual soundscape of the busy room.  I pull out, go to my knees and begin to tongue fuck him.  Keshawn squirms, then reaches back and helps spread his left cheek open so I can go deeper.

Cum oozes from him.  I am not greedy.  I sample some, but then work it back into him with my tongue.  I spit into his ass, stand up and push the rest of the cum back into his butt—as deep as my cock can get it…

*

“There you are.”

It’s a handsome man who’d found me on BBRT a few days ago.  We’d chatted.  He was a reader—and he wanted to buy one of my jocks.  I had brought one for him.  I had done the party so far with it stuck in the back waistband of my chaps.  I pull it out and he opens the bags and drinks in the musky smell of my dick—and all the ass juices the fabric has collected.

“Perfect,” he tells me and hands me the bills.  I stuff them in my sock.  He has a great ass on him, but right now, he wants to go put his new purchase in the bag with his clothes.  But he finds me again as soon as that’s accomplished.  “I’m tight, but I want that cock.”

We are at the same fuck bench where I fucked Sean Harding.  He gets up on it—his ass is gorgeous and full, an athlete’s ass.  I kneel and go to work.  He responds to the invasion of my tongue with a low moan.  He reaches back and spreads his full cheeks.  I tongue fuck him for a long time—making my dick the hardest it’s been all night.

I stand up.  I work my cockhead into him.  And then out.  Then in again.  He’s tight.  I begin to talk to him in a low voice, telling him of how long I wore the jock that is now his, and how it had been to a Fornication Weekend.  I’m honestly just chatting to take his mind off my cock.  And it works.  Every inch of me is deep inside him now.

I wait.  And begin to fuck.  He’s great at squeezing down on me.  His ass has a real ‘conversation’ with my cock.  A guy is watching us.  I let him takes a turn.  I have opened him nicely for his much thinner cock.  I go back up him, after the new guy pulls out and goes off. 

“So full…” says the bubble butted guy.

And he’s right…

*

I love Fornication and really go out of my way to fuck anyone who wants me.  I fuck men my age.  I fuck guys who are just 21.  And every age in between. I fuck heavy men.  Skinny guys.  Guys of all races.  Anyone who craves cock in their ass. 

I find the guy who bought the jock on a new fuck bench, one that faces another.  On the second bench is a guy who is incredibly hairy.  I eat out this new man and watch the jock buyer take a guy inside him.  That fucker looks at me, and after a few minutes, we nod to each other and switch partners.  We groan as we each enter the new ass—their asses are so different.  One hairy, one smooth.  One wide open, the other a great muscle butt.  The other top and I can’t get enough of the differences.  We keep pulling out and switching guys.   We go round and round, enjoying the two men until, finally, we stop and let others in to play.

But 15 minutes later, I’m back and do the same thing with another top...

*

It’s getting late—at least for me.  Keshawn finds me and wonders if I have a load for him.  I actually think I do.  We find an empty sling.  He jumps in and I eat his ass.  He’s been busy since I last tasted him.  He must have several loads in him now.  My cock is rampant, tasting those other men inside him.  I stand up and slide in.  He grunts and begins beating his dick.  I fuck.  I try to start slow, but I can’t.  My hips are in control—and I let them go to work.  I let out a moan, barely conscious that I’m doing it. My cock begins spitting out a load.  It’s not a nerve shattering orgasm, but my balls need release.  I try to fuck in the cum I’ve just shot in him—but can only manage a few strokes.  I pull out and sample it.  He’s nicely loaded.  He takes off, with a hug, and I sit in a dark corner, letting my cock recover. 

I actually close my eyes for a moment.  I think about the whole night.  As I think of the men and wet asses I’ve had, my cock shows signs of life.  I really do want a full-fledged, every nerve on fire, orgasm.

I find one of the men I have been inside repeatedly over the course of the night.  He’s in his early 40’s well-built and can’t get enough cock.  He looks like he’s just about to get out of the sling.  I ask if he would like my load.

“Hell, yes! I’ve got at least four in there for you.”

I kneel.  He takes poppers.  My tongue slips into his gaping hole.  He is awash with cum.  Perfect.  Just what I need.  I lap at it.  He moans.  “Like those loads, daddy?  I want yours, too…”

I stop licking at his creamy insides and stand up.  My cock is ready.  I plunge in.  The amount of cum in him makes for an incredibly juicy fuck.  Each stroke pulls some out.  The squishy sound of my fucking turns both of us on.  I fuck.  And fuck.  And…explode.

I don’t know how much jizz I shoot in him, maybe not much, but the feeling is there.  My body is wracked with the force of the orgasm and I hold onto the sling frame for support.  I let go and collapse on his chest.  His arms wrap around me.  Strangers three and a half hours ago, but not now.

“Damn, Daddy…”

I smile.  The perfect summation of my entire evening…

Fornication Party in Chicago

 

Chicago—November, 2025

I was excited.  The Fornication Party in Chicago was scheduled for the middle of the month.  I pulled out my Frequent Fornicator card and checked the number of punches.  Three holes.  I was due for a free party.  I made the reservation, gratified to save the admission price.

On the day of the event, it was an easy drive in.  I arrived ninety minutes before the start time.  I even found free parking on a side street.  I napped for 30 minutes, reclining my driver’s side seat.  (I knew I’d need the energy!) When my alarm went off, I ate the light meal I had packed.  Soon enough, it was time to walk over to the event.

Fornication is held in what is normally a straight BDSM club.  The building is nestled behind a number of other storefronts.  I went down the steep set of stairs to get in line—and got a hug from Keshawn, who had gotten there before me.  It was a cold night—and I was glad the doors opened right on time.

I stowed my clothes in my bag and donned my chaps and vest.  I was expecting it to be cool in the club—and wanted more than my jock and boots.  I checked my bag and went behind the partition.  There was a lot of fuck furniture from the club—plus a bunch of slings rented or borrowed from MAFIA, the Chicago fisting group.  Ray Dalton had always hung sheets of plastic to create several playing areas.  Today, the slings were in a row on one side of the room and the other fuck furniture filled the rest of the space.  Lots of men commented on how they loved everything out in the open.  I know I did—I love to watch everything going on as I am plowing a hole.

I recognized a guy I’d met at my first Fornication weekend in Georgia.  There were two men from the party I go to in Grand Rapids—there first time here.  And Keshawn, looking as hot as ever…

 

A take a sip of water.  I am done mingling.  I want to eat some hole.  I find a hot younger guy in the sling in the middle of the row.  He smiles at me and takes a hit of poppers.  I kneel and begin to lick his pucker.  I had watched him get fucked during my moment of mingling.  I love that some other cock has opened his hole for me.  His ass lips are already slightly puffy.  He croons his pleasure as I suckle them.  They fill my mouth.  He must use big toys or like fisting as he can’t be over 35.  I push my tongue deeper into him.

“Fuck me, daddy…”

I stand up and slide in.  Easily, he is so wet and open.  I lock eyes with him and begin to fuck.  Slow.  Deliberate.  Full length of my cock.  In and out. 

I build the speed.  The sling creaks.  The sound brings other men away from socializing to watch us fuck. 

“Fuck him harder, Daddy,” says one of the onlookers.  He strokes his fat cock to my fucking. 

I look at him.  “Try out his hole.”  I pull out and let him go in.  I bring my wet cock to the side of the sling and the young man cranes around to taste his ass jizz on my dick. 

“You opened him good…” Fat Cock groans. 

He pumps the younger man hard and pulls out.  We switch places.  I go back up the dripping hole and Fat Cock gets cleaned up with the bottom’s busy tongue.

After two more times of going back-and-forth, we let someone new fuck the guy.

I go find Keshawn.  We start for one sling, but it’s set too low.  We move down the row and find a taller one.  He hops in and I begin to eat his glorious ass.  I can’t tell if he’s had someone in him tonight yet or not.  I just get lost in eating him out.  His generous ass cheeks envelop me.

I stand up.  He hits the poppers and I slowly enter him.  Inch by inch.  I watch the expression on his face:  concentration to elation as I bottom out.  I hold and begin a slow fuck.  In and out.  I build quickly.  Slapping my balls hard against his upturned ass.

I pull out and sink to my knees.  Fuck!  If he was wet before, he’s now incredibly juicy.  I dig in.  I lick him out and spit it back inside him.  I get some precum off my own cock head and finger it into his wetness.  He moans—knowing just what I’m doing.

I stand and fuck him again.  Really savoring his ass and how it feels on my cock.  I love watching him stroke his huge dick in time with my strokes.  I slow the fuck, pull out and lick him out one more time.

We meet throughout the night.

I wander and take a moment to get my energy back.  I watch the sex happening around me.  It’s a smaller group tonight, but a playful one.

I find a large man in the sling at the other end.  He’s been ignored.  I kneel and eat his hole.  He groans.  I fuck him—hard enough that he begs me to stop or he’ll shoot—and it’s far too early in the evening for that.  I pull out and let him suck my cock as he lays there…

*

There is a major stud fucking every bottom who is in a sling.  He and I have bumped into each other several times.  He’s likely 25 years younger, gym built and has a cock that looks very much like mine (I have a more pronounced, flared head.)  We have tag teamed a couple of guys at this point.  The guy we are currently in is a bear—50-ish and hairy.  I can’t keep out of his ass—I love the hair on my cheeks as I rim.  And I really love eating his ass after the stud pulls out. 

I stand up and fuck.  Now, the stud goes again.  This time when he pulls out, I ask if I can suck him.  He looks surprised—then pleased—and is soon groaning as my tongue cleans him of all the bear’s juices on his dick.  He holds still and pants.

When I stand up—I fuck the bear.  I pull out and let him into the guy one more time.  This time when he pulls out, he touches my shoulder—eager for me to clean his cock.

We do it throughout the night—anytime we meet at the same sling at the same time.

*

The porn guys have been very busy with this crowd.  I talk a little to Dallas Steele, who was at that Georgia Fornication Weekend.  I’m pleased he remembers me, but we don’t fuck.  I let him get back to doing what he does best.

I eat the hot ass of a man on one of the fuck benches.  His ass is glorious—and has been used heavily (about 90 minutes in.)  I feast on it.

“You taste that load?” 

It’s not the guy—but a man, my age, standing next to me, watching me lick the guy out.  “He made me shoot—he’s so hot.” 

I make a noise that sounds like agreement.  My tongue can’t really tell if there’s cum in here, but my cock loves the idea.  It drips and I smear it around the head.  I stand up and enter the guy.  Only then do I see the tats and recognize that I’m fucking Sean Harding.  His generous ass envelops every inch of my cock…

 

(More to cum!)

Quality Sausage

 

This is a big work day here for the job I am finishing up.  I will hit the road to Michigan bright and early tomorrow.  I hope to figure out some sort of trouble to get into on he way home. 

 

This is a picture from my visit to the bookstore in Illinois, that I just wrote about on here.  The meat packing plant is closed now, but it was right next door to the bookstore—where there was a shared driveway to both from the main road.  I love that it pointed the way to sausage and meat—and now we can’t quite tell whether it meant the packing plant or the bookstore…

"Fill Me Up, Stud!"

 Eastern Illinois—October, 2023

 

I arrived at my work gig feeling quite refreshed after the bookstore visit detailed in the last post.  Which was a good thing, as I had two weeks of intensive work with no time to play.  Things relaxed a little by the third week and I finally had a full day off.  Two actually.  I had scheduled a meet with Keshawn on Tuesday, but I also had Monday to myself.  And I needed relief!

I chose to go to the bookstore I visited in Eastern Illinois when I had worked this gig the last time.  I loved the set up there:  the two theatres were behind the same door.  The two spaces also had their own restroom which was really convenient.  I packed a lunch and made the drive…

 

I buy my admission—as does the man behind me in line.  The store has only just opened.  We go in.  He makes a beeline to the straight side as I go the other direction and piss.  There is one man in the gay side, sitting on one of the two couches.  He looks familiar from when I was here before, but I can’t be sure.  That is until he opens his mouth and begins critiquing the video.  I’m right.  He never is happy with anything shown here—and is very vocal about it.  I move away and go sit in the straight theatre.  The other man is there and kneading his crotch.  He stops the moment he sees me sit down on the opposite side of the room.  The movie is slow—but the action fun.  I am yet again surprised by internal cum shots in a straight movie.

The next scene begins with a lot of dialogue.  I am obviously not going to have any fun with the other man here—as he has sat rigidly, looking at only the screen, with his hands by his side.  I wonder if he has even noticed my cock out?  I cover it up and go to the other room.  The critic has moved to standing in the back.  I sit where he was earlier.  He takes note of my dick coming out, but soon moves on to the other room to offer his opinions on that video over there to his captive audience.

I stroke.

A new man arrives.  He is around my age, white, with a full head of very white hair.  I remember this guy, too.  He gives very enthusiastic blow jobs.  He sits next to me.  He takes out his dick.  He looks at mine, longingly.  I nod.  And he is on his knees in a flash.  H takes me into his highly practiced mouth.  He sucks.  He licks.  He deep throats.  I nudge him down to my balls.  It feels good—he knows what he’s doing.  But somehow it isn’t remotely sensual.  I could no more cum from it than I could from doing push-ups.

He takes a break when his knees tire.  I am alone for quite some time, but it’s a hot movie in here, all very juicy threeways.

The door opens.  No one comes in here for a bit.  Then a man I played with a lot last time comes in.  He recognizes me, too.  He sits next to me.  He’s likely 45 to 50, Black, and big boned.  His dreads are pulled back and under the hood of his sweatshirt.  He looks at me—and looks at my dick.  I nod and he goes down on me.  He has a large mouth and his tongue is thick and muscular.  And he loves sucking cock.  Every move he makes tells you he is right where he wants to be.  I sigh and let him lick and suck where ever he wants.  My cock.  My piss slit.  My balls. I even undo my pants and shove them around my ankles so he can lick under my balls.  He flirts with sweeping that thick tongue over my pucker, he teases me for a moment, but then makes the long slurp up from under my balls to the top of my cock.

He pauses to pull his own pants down to his knees.  His thick, if not long, cock is rampant.  I lean forward and suck him for a moment.  He is one of those men who get so hard when they are doing the sucking, but deflate when someone does any reciprocation.  He enjoys my mouth—but is eager to get back to sucking me. 

And I let him.  He sucks me long and deep.  We kiss—something new for us, but I desperately want to taste his mouth with my precum in it.  It’s long and passionate.  His cock is fully erected again.  He is still on his knees, his ass jutted out to the room.  The enthusiastic guy comes back.  He crawls under him and sucks on his cock as that large tongue goes back to work on me.

I squirm in pleasure.  I keep seeing his naked ass.  A fat one.  I want it.  I slide out from under him, and with the other guy still on his cock, I begin licking his hole.  This is new for us.  He groans.  Loudly.  Enthusiastic Guy comes up to watch me rim and to jerk himself.  EG shoots his load on the floor.

“I’m gonna shoot,” groans the man bucking back on my tongue.  He does.  I get to clean up what is left on his cock.

We talk a lot.  He has Detroit connections.  He takes my number and swears he will let me know when he’s in Michigan.

I jerk.

I talk to the video critic.

The door opens.  “Well, well…”

It’s the guy who was a staple the last time I was here.  White, my age, tall and slim.  I had fucked him—the first time he’d allowed himself to have anal sex in years.  And here he is, wanting more.

“I got a text from…” and he names the man I had just rimmed and made shoot.  “He said I better get over here…”

We catch up a little.  He sucks me, making me squirm.

He sits on my cock again to open himself up.

I tell him I want to really plow him. 

“Do it.”

We change positions.  He kneels on the couch and lets me pummel his ass.

“I’m going to shoot,” I groan out.  “Can I breed you?”

“Fill me up, stud!”

And I do.  Two weeks of load…saved for a hot hole…

A Trio of Cocksuckers

 Eastern Illinois—July, 2021

 The next morning I went on to my new job in western Indiana—a contract that would take me through July.  I spent almost two weeks getting the preliminaries done—and finally had some time for sex.  I decided I wanted to go back to the bookstore over in eastern Illinois, where I had so much fun the last time I was in this area.

Here is the description of the theatres I wrote on my first visit:  “I loved the layout.  Both theatres and a restroom were through the same door.  Guys could go back and forth without going into the sales area as you do at my regular bookstore.  I have seen so many hesitant men not venture into the gay room, for fear of being seen entering it—and here no one would ever know—they could just go around the corner.  There were really comfortable chairs and couches to sit on.  There was a place to stand and watch in both areas.  Two, actually, in the straight theatre.  And the porn was mostly good.”

I packed a lunch and went east on my first day off…

 

I walk into the darkened space.  I find the bathroom and piss.  I move to the straight screen.  One man is there, leaning on the low back wall, obviously jerking his dick, hidden in the shadow made by the partition.  I stand next to him.  He is my age.  Shorty and compact with closely cropped gray hair.  He glances at me.  I look at him.  He looks away and jerks harder.  I move behind him and stand against the true back wall—near a chair.  It takes a long time, but suddenly he comes my way and sits—presenting me with his tiny dick.  I kneel and suck.

It is over the moment the door from the lobby opens.  He sprays my mouth with cum and is zipped up before the new arrival enters the room.  I stay in place as he scurries to the bathroom to wash.

I check both theatres.  There is one man in each cinema now, the new arrival in the straight, and a lone figure on the gay side.  It seems early in the day.

I sit against the wall in the gay theatre and stroke.  I can keep an eye on the gentleman standing in the back corner there—behind the same kind of low wall to lean on.  This man is older.  And seemingly very shy.  I get up and stand nearer to him.  I let the available light fall on my cock—and guess he will want a taste of me.

We stroke, doing the quick glance thing, one after the other.  Finally I turn to him, confident he wants my dick.  He looks at me, then my cock and back at my face before he whispers:  “Would you suck me like you did that other guy?”

I nod and go to my knees.  He has a much bigger dick.  It stiffens to its full length the moment it goes in my mouth.  I do a lot of tongue work that makes his cock drip.  It makes even more precum when I hold it and lick his fairly hairless balls.  It explodes when I take it back into my mouth and deep throat it.

He pats my head with his incredibly soft hands, thanks me and leaves.

*

I am on the straight side.  The porn is actually hotter here with two mega-hung men on one petite woman.  I have heard the lobby door open a few times—and no one has joined me and a straight man (who seems to be here truly for the movie.)

I get up to investigate.  A good looking white guy, around my age, is against the side wall feeling a bulge in his pants.  A large Black man is sitting on the chair.  He can just see the movie over the wall.  He is likely 45 with am ex-football player’s build.  He has his cock out and is stroking.  I stand against the back wall—fairly close to him.  I take my cock out.

Instantly his eyes go to me.  “Get that thing in my mouth,” he hisses.

I step to him and let him envelope my cock.  He is one of those men born to suck.  He is the best I’ve had in a long time.  Great suction, the right pressure and superb tongue action.  All that—and then he deep throats me for the first time.  Amazing.  I groan out my pleasure.

I have to pull out of his mouth or I’m done.  I step back.  His big cock has hardened even more with sucking me.  I go to my knees and start to take his cock.  He grabs the shaft away from me and guides my mouth to his enormous, hairy testicles.  I lick them as he jerks.  The aroma is incredibly manly and makes me moan deep in my throat.  When he has finally had enough tongue on his balls, he lets me suck his cock.  Not for long, but to get a good taste—and to get it good and wet.

“Stand up and put it back in my mouth.”

I stand, but before I enter him, he says, “Dan, get over here and help.”

The guy in the chair to the side joins us.  He is balding with a fringe of grey hair and a darker mustache.  He is likely around my age and in good shape.  He goes to his knees and pulls my pants down as the other man goes back on my dick.  Dan spreads my ass cheeks and his tongue hits my hole. 

Well, fuck!

When he comes up for air, Dan says:  “Glen, you need to taste his ass.”  I am turned so Dan is now on my cock and Glen licks my crack with his thick tongue.

For fifteen to twenty wonderful minutes, we give each other oral pleasure.  I take a turn on Dan’s cock, Dan on Glen.

Both of them on me. 

Now two on Glen.

Or both of us on Dan.

Sucking the same cock turns into kissing with whoever you are sharing with at the moment.  Deep and forcefully, sometimes; tender and rather sweet the next.

We finally break.  None of us want to get off.   We want it to last.

They go out for a break in the sunshine and to get something to drink.

I watch the gay porn on the couch.

They are back in ten minutes or so. Swigging from their water bottles.  Dan pulls my pants off again.  He crawls between my splayed legs and licks my taint and balls.  Glen sits next to me.  He leans down and effortlessly deep throats me again and again.  I try to reach for their cocks at different times.  Each time my hand is batted away or my arm held up out of reach.  They are intent on making me blow my load.

And it’s working.  It is so rare that a mouth gets me to cum, anymore.  But these dueling tongues and lips are doing it.  I can feel it growing. 

My balls tighten.  Dan nods—and keeps licking them, with his thumb massaging my wet taint.  Glen picks up the pace with his mouth.

And I’m there. 

I blow my load deep into Glen.  Dan comes up—looking for a taste.  Glen pulls off my dick and allows Dan to lick some cum off my shaft, all while I writhe on the leatherette couch…

A link to my last time here is HERE.

Straight, But Open...

Eastern Illinois—February, 2020

I didn’t try to do anything else in Memphis.  The conference dragged on and I just saved my seed.  I had plans:  I was going home by way of Chicago to breed a piggy boy I had fucked during the IML Cum Union held in the Hole.

I knew I would be dead and worthless in bed (or the sling) if I tried to make the trip to Chicago in one day.  So I overnighted in the small town where I had found a new bookstore during my November and December contract.  I had never done an evening there and I was curious to see how it was.  I wanted to get a week’s worth of cum out of my balls so I could do a long session the next day in with the young man.

I checked in to my hotel, ate and changed into old clothes.  I got to the bookstore right at the end of the after work rush—if there was such a thing…

I go through the door that leads to both the straight and gay theatres.  The parking lot has enough cars to make me feel hopeful.  I walk in and piss in the restroom in the hall between the two.  I look in the gay theatre.  No one.

I move over to the straight.  No one.  No, that’s not true.  In the shadows is an older man scrambling to cover his crotch with his coat as he becomes aware of me standing there.  I sit down in a single chair across the room from him—where I can see him and he can see me.  I unbutton and am instantly hard.  It is a cream pie movie showing.  Jizz is being shot into either ass or cunt (or both) in every scene.  True interior shots, shot shallowly, so it can be worked out by the girl.  Why can’t more gay porn do this more often??

My presence and my stroking, far from turning the other guy on, seems to make him nervous.  Soon enough he stands up to leave.  He walks by me, pausing to get a good eyeful.  He goes to the door—and suddenly comes back.

“You’re bigger than those guys,” he says loudly, gesturing to the screen.  “You should be up there.”  He reaches down and grabs my cock.  Tight.  “Damn that’s thick!”  And he twists it.  As if that is supposed to feel good.

I yelp.  He lets go.  And leaves.

I am on my own for a good half hour.  But the porn is great—so I’m entertained.

A younger trucker comes in.  A cub.  Dirty blond hair under a ball cap.  A fairly full redder blond beard. A leather jacket and rather grungy jeans that have been on him for a long time.  He sits down in a chair against the low backwall.  We can easily scope each other out.  He loves the porn, too.  He is unzipped in the first five minutes.

Soon we are chatting.  He’s never been here, he tells me, but other drivers have told him about stopping here for his overnight.  He loves this movie.  He loves to watch his seed run out of his girl friend, just like that.  Then he adds:  “I’m straight, but open…”

He lets the sentence hang there.

“Like my sucking your dick?”  I ask.

“I’m down for that, yeah.”

His dick is rock hard and oozing.  He is likely just over the regulation 6 inches and rather slender.   I kneel in front of him.  He has no issues in touching me like some straight men do.  His hand rests on my shoulder, then the back of my neck.  Lightly.  Not holding me in place.

His cock is responding to my lips and tongue.  He is precumming like the clichéd faucet.  I lap it up.  His cock spasms as my throat tightens to swallow.  “Jeez…” he croons.  I do it again.  His cock keeps oozing.

I vary the rhythm.  Now I deep throat his shaft on every stroke.  This does it.  He fires off a big load.  Over and over.  It’s creamy—and I can tell he’s a smoker.  I swallow it all before cleaning his cock of every last drop.

“That was great.  Thanks.”

I stand up and my cock juts out—right at his eye level.

“Wow,” he mutters.  He reaches up and hefts my hard dick.  I am praying he’ll lick it—but he doesn’t.  After all, he got off.  I should have done it before he shot.  I go back to my seat.  He stays.  Still hard.  Still stroking to the hot porn.

The door to the lobby opens.  A man comes in and stands behind the low wall.  I recognize him from my time here in the fall, but I have not played with him.  He observes the two of us with our cocks out.  I hear him unzip.  I look back and he is obviously stroking his dick, though I can’t see it with the wall.

The man is my age and a little shorter and heavier.  I keep hoping he will step out from behind the wall.  But he stays there.  So I go to him, my cock swinging, fully on display.

I am met by him on his knees.  He gives me great head.  Tonguing every inch.  He doesn’t forget my balls.  I stroke myself as he makes them good and wet. 

He stands up.  It’s my turn to suck him.  He’s so much thicker than the Trucker.  I can’t take him as deeply in my throat.  But I must be doing something right.  He’s panting.

I stand up.  “Let’s move around,” I whisper in his ear, gesturing out from behind the wall.  I willingly lead him right next to the Trucker.  My new man goes back on his knees and blows me.  The trucker’s eyes are riveted on us—at the live porn happening within inches of him.  I reach down and hold onto the Trucker’s shoulder—as if for support, but really to include him.  His hand tentatively brushes over my hairy ass cheeks and the strap on the jock I’m wearing.

The new man stands up.  “I’m going to shoot…you want it?”  I go to my knees.  He fires a much bigger load—from much bigger balls— straight down my throat.  He grabs my shoulders and hangs on as his body shakes. 

When I have every drop I pull off him and stand up.  He quickly does himself up and leaves, with a whispered, “Thanks—that was fun.”

I turn to the Trucker.

“Damn.  That was hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and I have another load for you…”

I go to my knees.  He has no problem with my mouth being freshly filled by another man.  I take him into my mouth.  I have to work a little—but he gives me another load.  More powerfully shot than the first. Blast after blast.

I find the whole scene so hot I shoot my week’s worth of cum under his seat, as his cock finally goes limp in my mouth…

Final Fling at the New Bookstore

Eastern Illinois—December, 2019

My job in western Indiana was winding down.  On my last day off, I tried, unsuccessfully, to find a hot man to unload in.  On the spur of the moment I decided to head to the new bookstore I’d found in eastern Illinois.  I was determined to have at least some sort of play on my birthday…

I arrive later than usual.  I have missed the lunch time ‘rush.’  I am on the edge of missing any men stopping in after work.  I pay my admission and go through the one door that leads to both theatres.  No one is in the gay theatre.  Two men are watching the straight video.  I sit there.  The porn is nasty enough to be interesting.  I take out my cock and stroke.

I am being actively cruised by a man sitting on the side wall opposite me.  I even inspire him to stop kneading his crotch and to take his cock out, once the other man in the room leaves.  I feel pretty confident that something will happen—until the outside door opens and a new man walks in.  My admirer’s cock disappears the moment he hears the door—and he disappears the moment he sees who it is entering the space.

I sigh, before looking at the new arrival.  He is a well dressed man in a suit (clothes I would not wear here.)  He is likely my age with a full head of grey hair.  His shoes are so well polished they catch the light from the big screen television.  He glances at my cock and walks right by me.  He goes around the corner of the low wall to the side section.  Over the wall, he watches the screen—and me—in a nice back and forth movement of his head.  I wait until I hear his zipper go down before I join him.

I stand in front of him.  His soft hand finds my cock.  I really want him to kneel on the grimy floor in that expensive suit and suck my dick.  He strokes me once or twice and then his hand goes to my shoulder.  I feel the slight pressure of his hand.  I kneel and find a very average, but very hard dick.  I take him into my mouth.  I spend less than a minute on him before he dribbles out his load.  I clean him up, but he still takes a white handkerchief from his pocket and wraps his cock in it before putting it away.  He pats my shoulder and leaves.

I am alone for a long time.

Two men come in.  One goes right to the gay section, so I only hear him, but don’t see him.  The other comes in and stands near me.  He is my age, short, slightly chunky, and has the biggest smile on his face when he sees my cock.  He gropes himself before he comes over to me. 

“Come to the bathroom,” he whispers.

I don’t want to play in there…but I go down the short hall.  I shut and lock the door behind me.  The light is blinding after the darkness of the theatre.  He has dropped his pants.  A nice sized cock is poking out from his shirttails.  He waddles over, with the trousers around his ankles and kneels.  He gives good head.  Enthusiastic and varied.  He pulls off me and looks at my cock.  “Fuck me,” he says.

I ask if he’s prepped.  He says yes.  I help him up and he leans against the sink.  I hunker down and am just about to rim his ass when he reaches behind himself and smears the foulest smelling lube down his ass crack and into his hole that I have ever come across.  I stand up and just stick my dick in him.

The issue is not his cleanliness—that seems to be great—but he is so short, I am doing deep knee bends to fuck him.  But it sure is working for him.  He grunts and fists his thick cock.  “Fuck, yes!” he grunts.  “Plow me hard.”

I keep it up as long as my legs can take it.  I finally have to pull out and step to one side.

“Shit, I am so close,” he announces.  I kneel and take his cock in my mouth just as he blasts a major load.  The moment he comes down from shooting he is all embarrassment.  I leave to let him get cleaned up in peace.  But not until after I wash that foul lube off my cock.

*****

The man in the gay cinema has vanished during our time in the bathroom. 

I sit in there as a new movie is playing—(and no one is in the straight theatre.)

I stroke for about 15 minutes.  Alone.  I am on the edge of leaving and taking myself out for a nice birthday dinner.

The door opens.  I hear the new guy check out the straight side, utter a vocal grunt of disgust and walk in this direction.  It’s the talker—from the last time I was here.  The one who reviewed the technique of the men and women in the porn.  And the director.  And the décor.  And how he could do it better.  He goes behind the low wall and leans on it.

“He sure can take it,” he says, watching an adorable 20-something get fucked by a daddy type on a frilly bed.

I can’t listen to it all a second time.  I stand up and cut to the chase.  “Good to see you again,” I say as I kneel next to him.  This literal shocks him—but also arouses him.  I unzip his pants and take out his semi-hard.

“I thought I recognized you,” he says as his cock goes in my mouth.

He has a short fuse.  He has one moment of taking control and fucking my face before he blows.  At least it’s the biggest load of the day.

He does himself up and leaves.

I wait 15 minutes.  If no one comes in, I tell myself, I’ll leave.

In no time I am in my car and in search of my promised birthday dinner and settling into a good book while I wait for it.