Whoring Out Don's Hot Ass

 Northern Indiana—January, 2026

I met Don in 2015 at a dirty bookstore that is no longer in existence.  I sucked his bigger than average cock and he sucked mine.  Eventually I fucked him there, too.  

I had not seen him since 2021, but Don and I text occasionally.  Among other things, he said he’d been topping more.  But he missed my dick in his ass.  We both wanted to meet up and fix that.

We decided to go to a bookstore in Indiana where we had had a couple of memorable times.  It is the store that has a theatre space on one side of the store and booths with glory holes on the other.   We set the date for our reunion for the first Saturday of the new year…

 

I am sitting on one of the two built in benches in the theatre.  (I had walked around the whole building, but I had not found Don.)  Three other men are standing and jerking or groping themselves to the straight orgy that is happening on the screen.  One man, a groper, finally comes over and sits beside me.  He grabs my cock.  Tight.  He squeezes my dick even harder.  I squirm away from him with a “That hurts!”  It sounds very loud in this small space.  Not a good beginning.  I stand up and go out into the hall.  I make another tour of the place, then go back into the theatre, but stand against the side wall.  I take my cock out again and stroke.

Almost instantly, Don comes through the curtains, sees me and stands to my side.  He is as handsome as ever, with his blond hair now cut a little shorter. In moments he is on his knees and giving me expert head.  He deep throats me effortlessly.  I see one man unzip and take out his cock as his eyes go from the screen to the live porn happening in front of him.

I grab Don’s ears and fuck his face for a bit.  He takes me easily, not even the hint of a gag.  Now I let him go back to doing whatever he wants.  A very hot young man comes in.  He takes out a long, thin dick and jerks it.  I nod to him, hoping he’ll come over and we can share Don’s mouth, but he stays right by the entrance door.

Don stands.  “I need to lose these.”  He unbuckles his belt and steps out of his pants.  There is a folding chair to my left where he can store his clothes.  His shoes go under it.  He is now naked but for a T-shirt and socks.  He sees the young guy at the doorway.  “He’s why you couldn’t find me when you arrived,” he whispers in my ear.  “I was fucking him in a booth.  I smile and Don grins.

He kneels on the built in bench.  I go to me knees and begin eating his thick ass.  This causes another zipper to be opened.  One of the guys watching steps forward.  I sense it and look up.  He in his mid-40’s, with a small cock, just starting to get hard.  I point to Don’s mouth.  “Use it,” I mutter and go back to licking his hole.  The guy gives Don his cock to suck. I rim for a moment longer, then stand up and slide in.  Damn.  He has a great hole.  I fuck.  The bench is slightly high—I have to stand on my toes to get the right angle, but I don’t care.

There’s a new man in Don’s mouth.  He’s older than I am and has a great dick.  Eventually, I learn it’s uncut, though I can’t tell at the moment.  I pick up the pace of my fucking.  The sound of my hips slapping his upturned ass fills the room.

Another man comes in.  It is my friend from this area, Ryan, who used to write his own sex blog.  He stands to the side, unzips and gets himself hard.  When I finally pull out of Don’s ass, Ryan goes in.  The older guy comes out of his mouth, so I give Don my cock to clean.  He loves the taste of his ass juices.  Mr. Uncut stands to the side and jerks as he watches Don be used.

Ryan pulls out.  I gesture for him to come feed it to Don.  I move to the side.  Mr. Uncut looks at me.  “May I fuck him?” 

“Of course.”

The guy slides in and Don moans around Ryan’s cock in his mouth.

In the first fifteen minutes of our time together, Don has had four cocks in his mouth and three in his ass.  I urge Small Dick to take a turn up his butt, but he is happy with just Don’s mouth. 

We all rotate fucking Don’s ass again.  I am first, then Ryan and Mr. Uncut.  I urge the young guy Don had fucked to join us, but he would rather watch.  As Mr. Uncut pulls out, Don calls a break.  The bench is killing his knees.  We all wander off, knowing there will be more to come.

I find myself in a glory hole booth.  I drop the tokens and settle back to watch the grimy screen.  Instead, I watch a cock come through the hole.  It’s semi soft, with a lot of foreskin.  I am sure it’s the older guy who fucked Don.  I go to my knees and get him hard in my mouth.  He tastes delicious, his cock fresh from Don’s hot ass.  He moans as I dig between the extra skin and his cock head.  He hardens right up and I suck him for some time.  But it makes me want to fuck Don again—so when my tokens run out, I go in search of him.

I sit and stroke in the deserted theatre.  Slowly men trickle back in.  Ryan is first.  We chat briefly.  Don arrives.  He grabs a couple of folding chairs and places them side by side.  They will be lower than the bench and easier for shorter men.  Don strips down again.  Ryan takes Don’s mouth as I eat his ass.  Don pulls off Ryan and says: “There’s a load in there from a tall Latino.”  I dig in and am rewarded with a trickle of cum.  I lap it up.  My cock grows even harder.  I stand up and slide in using this other guy’s cum as my only lube.  The moment I bottom out, a tall Latin guy comes in the room.  He smirks as he sees what I’m doing.  It has to be the guy.  I fuck Don.  Hard and fast. 

Ryan and I trade holes.  Tall Latino takes his dick out.  He’s still hard.  A tall, tatted guy sucks the Latino right at Don’s side.  Mr. Uncut arrives and Ryan gives way for him to fuck Don once more.  I clean Ryan’s cock of the Latino’s load.

Tall Latino fucks the tatted guy.  Ryan is in Don’s mouth and Mr. Uncut in his ass so I go over to the other couple.  When TL pull out of the guy, his dick is frothy with someone’s seed.  I kneel and clean him up. 

Mr. Uncut pulls out of Don.  With the cum out of Tatted Guy still in my mouth, I swivel around and begin to rim Don’s well fucked hole.  I push the new load into him with my tongue.  I look up and see Tall Latino and Tatted Guy slapping their cocks on Don’s face.  I stand up and fuck.   

“Fuck him!” says Tatted Guy.  “Then fuck me.”

“Push my cum deeper,” moans Tall Latino.

That does it.  I find myself shooting.  But it’s the ball emptying kind.  I pull out hard and go to my knees.  Tall Latino comes around and watches my cum ooze out of Don.  His cock gets even harder as he sees me lap it up.  I bury my face in his well fucked ass crack.  My beard is becoming caked with cum.

I stand up and slide into Don once more.

“Fuck him hard,” barks the Tall Latino.

I do.  This time every nerve in my body goes off and I collapse on Don’s back, giving him even more cum in his butt…

*

I was spent and took off.  Don thoughtfully texted me that he took three more loads after I left.  I should have stayed for dinner…

The Man in the Parking Lot

 Northern Indiana—October, 2025

 

I drove home the day after my afternoon at the bathhouse.  You would have thought that the sex I had there would be enough.  Of course not.  I stopped at a dirty bookstore just before the Michigan border.  The lot had quite a few cars.  I parked…

 

There is a man sitting in the car to my right, as I get out of mine.  His eyes bore into me.  He’s mid-forties, Black and has a goatee.  I can’t see more—but he seems to like what he sees in me.  He smiles.  I smile, nod and continue in. 

I pay the clerk who hands me a wad of tokens.  This is the place that on one side of the back room there is a video theatre and there are booths on the other side—that still take tokens.  I start in the theatre.

I sit and take out my cock.  Behind me, a hot Black guy has his dick out and is jerking hard to the straight anal scene on the screen.  He is wearing camouflage pants and a tight, white A-shirt.  His muscles are huge.  He looks ex-military.  He glances over at me.  His face shows no expression at all.

A Latino comes in.  He is young and very average looking.  He comes over to me and sits on the other half of the bench.  In moments, he is stroking my cock.  And stroking it.

“You can suck it, if you want…”

But he just keeps stroking it.  Not offensively hard, but I want more.

The hot guy crams his dick into his pants and leaves.  I excuse myself from the stroker and go off to the booths.  There is the hot guy, scrolling on his phone, standing in the hallway near the restroom.  He gives me no more than a cursory look.  I go into a booth near him and leave the door open.  It is not one with a glory hole.  I find some porn to my liking and stroke to it.

The door opens and a man looks in.  “Here you are.”

It’s the guy from the parked car.  He is tall and instantly pulls his pants down to his ankles.  He goes to his knees just as fast and begins sucking me.  He’s good.  No, great.  One of those thick tongues I adore.  He clearly loves doing it.  He strokes himself while he sucks.  His free hand is caressing my balls, not working my shaft. 

He is now licking those balls.  Gently.  Reverently.  I sigh.  He digs in with a little more pressure.  I moan.  He slowly pulls one into his mouth.  He tongue-washes it.  Then the other one.  He releases the hairy orb and slowly licks his way up my shaft.

He repeats it all again.  Slowly.  And once more.

He pulls off me and sighs.  He needs to stretch.  He gets up.  I lean in and take his very hard cock into my mouth. He groans—but in moments it goes down.  He really is all about service.

We take a break.  I find a booth with a gloryhole that is not in use.  I go in.  Instantly a thick curved cock comes through it.  And it’s covered in a condom.  I jerk it a little.  I finally lean down and put it in mouth.  I can’t.  I can’t suck a latexed cock.  The guy had seemingly liked it, but it’s not for me.

I go back to the theatre.  The hot guy is there, just kneading his cock mound now.  I sit near him and stroke.  Then my cocksucker arrives.  He goes to work on me in front of others.  This pleases me a lot.  He’s good…and it shows that I am willing to play in public.  There are a few other men scattered around the room.  They watch, but don’t pull out their dicks.  Actually, it makes the hot guy put his cock away after a time.

Once again, I suck my sucker for a moment when he stands up.  I want the hot guy to know I am more than just a big dick to service.  But no.

A hot, young and ripped Latino comes in.  He’s been making the rounds since I got there.  Now he finally takes out his cock.  He’s rampant and he looks right at me.  And I lose out for lingering 20 seconds.  The Latin guy who gave me the hand job is on him and he’s sucking him, dammit.  Granted, it fits down his throat with ease. 

It takes the guy forever to get off.  I leave the room for another round with my sucker in the booth.  When we come back, the guy finally gets off.  And the sucker spits his load out.  Now I’m incensed…

I am treated to a quick sucking from an older man.  He’s fine, but nothing special after this guy who’s worked so hard on me.  When his knees tire, my sucker, who’s been watching us, goes down on me for the last time.  I take a hit of poppers, hoping it might send me over the edge.

Not today.

My sucker has to leave.  We exchange phone numbers.  He wants playroom time.

I use up my tokens.  And some others that men have left behind.  But nothing else is happening.  The hot black guy is back on his phone.  I haven’t seen his dick for an hour.

I realize that I need to continue my journey home.

It was a good diversion.  Just not explosive…

Bathhouse Relief!

 Indianapolis—October, 2025

I finally had a break from my work gig in Indiana.  I went to the bathhouse on a Saturday afternoon.  I am always amazed that a smaller city like Indianapolis, in a deeply red state, can support two bathhouses.  I have been to both and like both.  The Club, part of the chain, is right downtown and the clientele seems to be younger.  I go to the Works, which is on the north side and an independent bathhouse.  It has a new owner and major renovations were just beginning when I was last there in December.  I was intrigued to see what was new.

 

The changes are apparent from the moment I walk in.  You now buy your admission in a small lobby before being buzzed into the building proper.  I ask for a locker.  They are in a new location on the first floor and not the basement.  It was a room that once, back in the 90’s, had been a ‘movie theatre’ showing actual films for those who were staying for extended times and wanted a break from porn.  It has sat empty and unused for years.  It is a much more comfortable place to change than the crowded corridor the lockers were jammed into before down in the basement.  The first level has also changed the location of the vending machine to a small inhouse store for the usual lubes, jocks, etc.

I go to the basement first.  Everything here, minus the lockers, is the same.  Steam (working!) and the sauna, showers and a few rooms around the exercise equipment and four screens of porn.  There is still a glory hole room here. 

On the second floor is the biggest change.  The small television room and a room with a fuckbench are totally different. The rooms are combined.  There is a big screen television and three glory hole cubicles in the first area that connects to a four-screen viewing lounge, with comfortable seating, in the second.  It also has a flat padded space for play.  The bigger television room down the hall has gotten an upgrade, too.  Much more comfortable seating though not likely as playful an area because of it.  The sling remains in a separate playroom.

I am impressed.

There are not many men about yet.  I had undressed with a hot guy with what looked like a big dick.  We meet again in the sauna after my tour.  I have kept my uniform of boots and jock on.  He’s in a jock, too.  And he is stroking his dick to hardness.

A guy my age comes in from the steam room, lackadaisically drying himself and leaning against the wall.  He has huge, pronounced nipples.  Then a much younger man than any of us comes in and sits on the lower bench, just below me and off to the side.  He is a big man—a mix of thick, worked out arms and some extra weight he is obviously working to lose.  He is a talker and strikes up a conversation.  The two other men leave.  We converse about the new changes.  He hasn’t been upstairs yet.

Then: “If you’d ever like some head, let me know.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He moves around to kneel on the lower bench.  He opens wide and swallows me down.  Fuck!  He’s great.  It doesn’t hurt that I haven’t had sex in two weeks.  (I can’t believe that I just typed that, but it’s true!)  He adds his hand, a little too tight on my shaft, thinking he’ll get my load faster that way.

I ask him to ease up.  He does.  It feels so much better.  I lay my hand on the back of his head to urge him deeper.  He does it.  And chokes.  He comes up for air and attacks me again as soon as he’s filled his lungs.  He bops up and down rather shallowly and then goes deeper and deeper.  He chokes again.  This time bring up spittle.  He wraps it around my cock.  I let him clean it off, before I suggest he lick my balls.  He loves how sweaty they are from being in the warm sauna.

He finally needs a moment to catch his breath.  I suggest me meet up later after we both wander a little.

I sit along the side wall in the basement, stroking to the four-screen porn down here.  The guy with the big nipples comes over.  He drops his towel and kneels on it.  His head feels entirely different.  Maybe more suction and a tighter grip with his lips shielding his teeth.  It feels just as good.  He can’t keep away from my balls either (no urging for him to find them) and he leaves them wet and slimy.

He stands up.  I think he wants some reciprocation.  And I’m fine with that.  But as I go to my knees, he turns and leans against some of the equipment, jutting his ass out at me.  Yeah, I want him as my first fuck.  I move to rim his hole.

I can’t.  It’s totally foul.  I suggest a shower and he looks daggers at me…

I wander and end up in the new porn room upstairs with the four screens.  I stroke.  The big guy comes in and sits with me.  We chat some more.  He asks what I like to do sexually.  I tell him my fetishes.  All things he’s says he’s never tried…but is open to experience. 

We move on to fucking.  “I’d love to feel you in my hole.”

I nod and he gets on all fours on the new padded area next to the padded bench we were on before.  I get on my knees and pull his generous cheeks apart.  My face is truly buried by his mounds of ass as I tongue his hole.  I love it.  He loves it.  He keeps telling me to eat him out, get him ready for that big cock.  I do just as he asks.  Longer likely.  But both of us are right where we need to be.

I stand up and slide in.  He gasps, but adjusts quickly.  I fuck him.  Slow and deep.  Then hard and fast.  I pull out and taste his hole again.  The man is awash in his own juices.  I devour his fucked butt.  I reach down.  He has massive balls and his cock has retreated so far into his body I can just feel the head.  But he is leaking precum like crazy.  I cover my fingers and rub it on his ass. 

“You are so dirty…” he mumbles. 

I do it again.  His juices are so sweet, I can’t stop licking them up.

But I do, so I fuck him once more.

I keep licking and fucking him until I’m truly winded. 

We take a break.

I wander. 

I find a slim boy on all fours in his room.  He has a collar on and a chain leash that runs down his back, where the handle hangs down his ass crack.  (Was he blindfolded?  I don’t remember…)  I touch his ass.  There is so much lube in his hole I don’t rim him.  I just enter him.  Easily.  But he gasps and tells me to go slowly.  I do.  But he’s one of those men that needs to tell me how to fuck his ass.  After the complete surrender of the other man, this looks hotter than it feels.  I fuck him a little longer.  And go on my way.

I wander.

I end up in the same four-screen lounge.  A few men check in, but there is not the crowd in the daytime on the weekend like I have seen it during the week.

My big guy arrives for round two.  I have him suck me again.  I sit, legs splayed, on the platform.  He sucks me.  He knows I fucked the other guy, as he’d stood at the open door and watched.  He moans at the idea my cock has been in another man.

Soon we are fucking.  And the guy in the jock brings the other bottom into the room.  The fuck temperature of the room skyrockets.  I fuck the big guy on all fours, while the other top fucks the slim one.

“Wanna change?” I ask him.

“You bet.”

We pull out at the same time and slip into different asses.  He groans at the incredibly wet hole I’ve been in.  I like that I’m no longer being told how to fuck by the slim guy.

“I want to watch you fuck him,” says the other top.  He has pulled out and is moving so the big guy can suck him while I fuck.  He sits where I did and now the big guy has two dicks inside him.  The slim bottom comes over to watch—to his credit he’s supportive, not pissed off.

“Fuck him harder,” the other top instructs.  “Slam him so I can feel it.”

I do.  Hard and fast.

“Fuck him, daddy,” says the other bottom.

“That’s it!” crows the other top.  The room fills with the slapping sounds of wet flesh.

“Ah, fuck…” the top is shooting, convulsing in the mouth of the larger man.  He shoots and shoots, but he can’t take a cock cleaning.

The other two take off.

I slow the fuck and pull out.  I want to taste his hole again.

“I’d love to have your load in me…” he groans as I lick him out once again.  I use his precum again for more lube. 

And the act of wiping it on his ass makes me realize that I’m there.  I stand up and fuck it as deeply into his guts as I possibly can…

 

A Creamy Reunion with Zane

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Sex All Over the Bathhouse

 Indianapolis—December, 2024

I was not sure if I would have another day off, but I thought I would likely be able to get away on my last Friday during the day.  That proved correct.  I had let both Silver Goatee and my mixed-race cumdump know I would likely be in attendance.  On the drive in, I got a text from SG.  He was having a horrid cleanout and told me to have fun without him.

I got there faster than usual.  The parking lot had a good number of vehicles in it.  I got my locker, stripped and headed to the sauna…

 

There are three men in it.  Two sit in the far corner.  The man being serviced has his eyes closed and a look of rapture on his shadowy face.  I can’t see anything about the man sucking his cock.  I sit near the third guy, a man around my age.  He nods at me.  I uncover my hardening dick and in moments he is between my legs, sucking my cock and instinctively licking my balls.

The guy getting serviced in the dark corner has an explosive orgasm.  The sucker moves to the door—and only then do I realize it’s my mixed-race bud.  He doesn’t see me and heads right for the shower.  The man on my cock is sweating profusely.  His sweat from the heat of the room, and his active sucking, is making for a light rain on my crotch.  It is not annoying—it is something of a turn on.  Finally, he calls is quits.  He needs air.

I sit for a moment, listening to the showers.  They’ve stopped by the time I get up and leave.  Towels are hung on the wall hooks—which means the steam room has men in it.  I pull open the heavy door.  A round of steam has just finished.  I make my way slowly to the back wall, then around the bend.  I can just see a knot of men having sex.  A large man seems to be bent over and getting fucked.  Through the steam, I can make out that there is a third man under the bent over bear.  He is sucking his dick.

A hand reaches out from the cloud of steam.   It carefully pulls my cock towards him.  It goes into his mouth.  I have no idea who is sucking me and I don’t care.  He’s good.  And is making little noises which tell me how much he likes my dick deep in his throat.

Another hand from another man finds my ass.  Someone has moved in very close to me.  He strokes my butt cheeks.  I feel his thick cock, wet and slippery, resting on the left one.  His finger finds my hole.  I bat it away.  He does it again—a little more insistently.  I slap at it again.  Harder.  He gets the message and just caresses my slim globes as the anonymous mouth pulls off my cock and goes for my balls.

And the steam kicks in.  In moments, I can barely breath.  I disengage and get out the door.  I dry for a moment in the deserted sauna, before heading upstairs.  I find two bears stroking each other in the small TV room.  I go to the big one.  I am alone in it, and I stroke to the porn. 

The door opens.  It is the young Latin man who fucked (with a condom) the mixed-race guy on the bench on my Black Friday trip here.  I had sucked his cock later—and eaten his ass.  He comes right to me.  He kneels and sucks my cock.  Quite well, for his age.  He pulls off an looks up at me.

“I want you to fuck me today.”

“You said I was too big last time.”

“Let’s see if you can make it fit…”

He sucks some more.  When he stands up, he hands me a condom.  I lube my dick and roll it on.  It’s a tight one.  I lube the latex and then, with him bent over and hanging onto the bench, I eat his ass.  He groans.  This excites me more—and I can’t stop slurping on his tiny little hole. 

“Fuck me now.”

I stand up and add more lube to my covered dick.  He reaches back to make sure I’m covered.  I push into him.  The head disappears and then another inch.  I pause.  He pushes back and takes the rest of me.

“Don’t move,” he instructs.

I stay still.  He starts to push and pull on my cock.  Fucking himself.  I reach around.  His cock is hard and dripping.  “Fuck…” I groan.

He picks up the speed.  But I take over.  My hips have stayed still too long.  I fuck him.  Hard.  My hips are smacking his bubble butt—making delicious sex music.

I slow—and he pulls off me. 

“Sit on the chair.”

I do.  He stands on the arms and lowers his ass onto my rigid cock.  He bounces.  Pleasuring himself.  And me.  Even with the damn latex. 

His legs grow tired fast.  He gets up, strips off the condom and gives me some more head.  He slobbers all over my cock, then looks up at me as I speak.

“I want to eat your ass once more.”

I don’t think he quite understands how different the experience will be, now that he has a slight gape.  But he bends and holds onto the built-in ledge.  He gets it the moment my tongue slides into him.  Deeper than before.  Giving us both real happiness…

*

I look for my mixed-race bud.  But I can’t find him.  His favorite room is closed and locked.

I give some head in the small TV room to a bear.  And he to me.  I hear noises in the next room—the room where the fuck bench and St. Andrew’s cross are located.  I go investigate.

A Black stud is leaning against the cross.  He is gym built and under 40.  His cock is being serviced by an older man with a shaved head and a young Latino I have not seen before.  Two other men are jerking as the stud’s cock is passed back and forth between the two mouths.

I stand to the side and wait to be included.  Shaved Head reaches for me and spends some time on my cock.  The Stud watches his sucker now doing me.  He reaches down and hefts my cock as Shaved Head catches his breath.

“Damn.  I’m usually the biggest guy here,” he murmurs.

And he does have a great dick.  But I’m slightly longer, and certainly thicker.  Now the Latino tries my cock and Shaved Head goes back to the Stud.  I caress the Stud’s hard pecs.  The two suckers switch cocks.  Then the Latino goes down on Shaved Head.  The Stud sees my cock unattended and bends to take it in his mouth.  For the first time I see his ass—gorgeously rounded and, as I touch it, hard as a rock. 

The two men on the floor now move to a 69 position.  I desperately want to lick the Stud’s ass, but I settle for taking a turn on his cock.  He moans, liking what I’m doing with it.

“One of you needs to fuck me,” says Shaved Head as he comes up for air, breathing hard.  The Stud is more than ready.  He tells Shaved Head to stand up and bend over.  Shaved Head holds onto the bench for support.  The Latino wastes no time is sucking my cock as I watch the Stud spit on his cock.  I offer lube, which he gladly uses.  His long black shaft disappears into the hairy ass of Shaved Head.  I begin fucking the Latino’s mouth, taking my cue from the Stud.  The Latino pulls off me and leaves.

I kneel, watching the fuck at eye-level.  The Stud reaches down and runs his big hand over the stubble on the top of my head.  I move around slightly, so I am behind the pumping ass of the Stud.  I lean in slightly.  He connects with me on the backstroke.  He makes a sound of surprise.  For a second, I think I’ve ruined the moment.  But no, for he slows his fuck stroke so me can grind his ass against my face and tongue.  He groans louder as my tongue finds his hairy hole.  He’s been sweating with all the sex.  I lap it up

He fucks harder.  And slower.

He grinds into my face a little longer now.

“You’re gonna make me shoot, fucker…”

I don’t stop.

And he doesn’t want me to…

In moments, he forgets about my tongue and just drills into Shaved Head.  His body shudders and he shoots his load, making a lot of noise.  One of the strokers gets off all over the carpet. 

Shaved Head is moaning.  “You bred me so deep…”

The Stud slowly pulls out of his ass.  “I think I know just what you want,” he says to me.  I want to suck his cock clean.  But I am just fine with the Stud pushing my face into the ass he just bred…

"You Shoot It So Deep"

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