Saved By the Pup

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Saturday Night at the Sex Club: "I Want Your Cock to Open Me Up"

 Lansing—June, 2026

 

(This picks up right after the last post…)

 

I was more than ready for my picnic supper that I’d packed and left in the car.  I drove to a shady spot a few blocks away from the sex club and relaxed.  I ate.  I read a little.  But soon enough, I wanted to get back and see what was happening…

 

The atmosphere has changed.  Men are now on the hunt with much more determination.  I make the tour.  I get some head in the maze from a hot Italian guy.  He likes my cock—but as soon as he realizes I’m not giving up a load, he loses interest. 

I wander. 

I go piss. 

As I am leaving the restroom, a stunning woman enters.  She is in a short, tight skirt with a blouse tied at the midriff.  We nod to each other and I go back to my rounds.  I end up in the main lounge, watching some BDSM porn.  Men are sprinkled around the room watching the various screens. 

The woman walks in.  She goes to the stripper pole and begins swinging around on it, arching her ass to the man sitting closest to her.  He gets up and caresses the curves.  The skirt is short to begin with and it rides up as the man has his hands all over her ass.  There is no underwear—and I get a flash of a cock cage.  Well, well…I rarely see Transwomen who are totally passable.  But here’s one—and she is working the room, engaging all the men here.  She chooses one and they go to the other end of the building, trailing most of the other spectators. 

I go into the dark room.  I sit on a chair in the corner.  Soon a man crawls out from a dark corner and feasts on my cock.  I can’t see anything about him.  But his mouth is good.  When he’s had enough, he crawls away into the blackness.

I wander.  I find the hot Transwoman on all fours on a couch near the gloryholes.  She has a guy in her mouth and another in her ass.  As I watch, a large dollop of her precum drips from the cock cage onto the couch.  The man in her ass gets off.  He’s condomed—and it’s very full.  She disengages from the man in her mouth, sees me and comes over.  She stands next to me and bends to play with my hard cock.  Her ass is inches from my face.  I begin to tongue her freshly fucked hole.  Her cock oozes again—but this time my hand is there to catch it.  I smear her precum on her asshole and lick it up.  She moans.  Her hands are all over my cock, but she has yet to put it in her mouth.  I finally ask if I can fuck her.  She turns and whispers in my ear.  “Honey, you’re just too big.”

She chooses a man sporting a regulation six incher and leads him to a booth with no doors.  A crowd watches her suck him and then to get fucked.  This time it’s bareback.  It’s a fun watch, but I know I won’t change her mind.

I go back to the dark room.  This time I’m the one who sucks an anonymous dick in the back corner.  He holds my head as soon as he knows he’s going to shoot.  He gives me a big load to swallow.

He leaves and I stand up.  But before I can tuck my cock away, a hand reaches out and takes it.  His hand is large—with thick fingers.  He strokes me briefly, before he goes to his knees and begins to suck.  I touch his head.  It’s clean shaven.  I know nothing else about him other than he gives good head…

*

I wander. 

In a hidden alcove, I find the hot Transwomen taking another man in her ass.  He has a pencil thin dick.  She told me the truth; she likes them small.  He pistons into her fast and furious.  I don’t bother to wait for his cumshot.

I go to the gloryholes.  Sitting in the one without a door is a hot young man.  He’s thin and stroking the curved version of my dick.  He sees mine hanging out of my jeans and motions me over.  He hefts it.  I touch his.  His mouth covers my cock.  Not for long—more of a sampling than good head.

“We are so alike,” he says, as my dick leaves his mouth.  Other than 40 years difference in age, I almost say, but stop myself.  “We are the cream of the crop.  We can have anyone here we want, just by showing them our dicks…”  He hefts me again, kisses the tip and all but sends me on my way.

I hear the sling.  It’s a hetero couple—and they have closed the doors of the caged surround.  No additional cocks needed.  But he does have a cute ass that’s fun to watch pound her.

I wander.

I go back to the dark room.  There is a threesome happening.  I make it four as one of them pulls me into it.  The four of us are wildly different in size and age—and no one cares.  All of us suck.  All of us get sucked.  It’s an oral free for all—and I can barely see the participants, except for the diversity of dicks.  Three white, one black.  Two cut, two uncut.  It’s a great moment.  And none of us want to stop.  It’s all about the pleasure of the suck and the sharing.  It’s not cum driven at all—though I sense we’d all welcome it if it happened.

Finally, one man pulls away and leaves.  Then another.  The guy left keeps sucking me.  Then his damn phone goes off and he is lit for a moment as he turns off the ringer.  He’s gorgeous and half my age.  He goes back to work…but the spell has been broken.

I wander.

The next time I check the dark room, a man is obviously bent over in the back corner and taking it in the ass.  I move carefully.  I can’t see much—but there is a ring of hard cocks around him.  I stroke and wait my turn.

I feel movement next to me.  “There you are Daddy.”  It’s hard to tell at first, but it’s the young man with the big curved dick.  He’s with a handsome older man.

“Ask him,” the guy says to the younger one.

Curved Dick looks at me for a moment.  Then: “I don’t get fucked very often—but I want your cock to open me up.  Will you?”

“Sure.”

We move to the other corner of the dark room, where it is slightly lighter.  He drops his pants and leans on his friend, arching his ass to me.  I go to my knees and begin rimming him.  He groans.  It sounds really loud in this small, dark space.  I love that the other bottom being railed begins being vocal about his pleasure, too.  I lick and spit, getting his small, tight hole open.  I stand up. The guy reaches back to me with a condom.  A regular sized one—that wouldn’t fit him either.

“I have a Magnum.”

He turns, making sure I roll it on.  Then gets back in position.  I inch into him.  Truly.  So tight.  I rub his back, hoping to relax him.  I am finally halfway in.  I begin a slow in and out.  I add more lube—and work all the way in again.  He is moaning and beating his cock with his right hand, while his left is around the neck and shoulder of his friend.

“He’s a tight one,” his friend murmurs.  “He won’t let me fuck him, you should feel…”  He never finishes the sentence as the young man groans.  It’s almost as if he shot—but he hasn’t. 

“Fuck me harder,” he grunts out.

I try.  I get almost my entire length into him.  But he has not relaxed.  I pull out and start all over again.  This time, my full-length pumps into him.  He yelps and pulls off me, twisting around to face me.  “I can’t.  Sorry…”

He pulls up his pants and is gone.

The bottom in the corner seems to be done, too.

I wander.

I see the younger man who was my first fuck when this space opened after the fire.  He’d sucked me forever this afternoon as I had the daddy in my mouth.  I ask if he wants a load.  He does.  We go to the maze.

He strips off his pants, leaning on the back of a chair.  “Breed me, Daddy.”

I kneel and taste his hole.  He’s been busy tonight—though I hadn’t seen him once this evening.  There is load leaking out of him.  I lap it up.  Perfect.  I swallow, stand up and push in.

“Churn those loads,” he moans.

“More than one?”

He moans.  “At least three…”

I pick up the pace.  “Well, here’s number four!”

And I’m there.  Firing deep into his fucking cummy ass…

Saturday Afternoon at the Sex Club: "I'd Love You in My Ass"

 Lansing—June, 2026

 

I needed a different cruising ground.  I wanted to see new faces. So, I went up to the venue where there are screens of porn but also a sling, a fuck bench, glory holes, a maze and tons of dark corners to get lost in.  I also wanted to mix with two crowds—gay (in the afternoon) and bisexual (on this Saturday night.)  I arrived in the late afternoon.  I paid for my ticket and ventured in…

 

The parking lot had been fairly full when I arrived just after 4pm.  But, once I’m inside the vast building, it seems, at least at first, that there aren’t many people here.  I wander and check the spaces.  Near the maze is a new room still cordoned off as it’s under construction.  I am quite sure they are building a glory hole wall to display your ass.  There are three large holes and I can see the platforming behind the hole for the person to lie on. 

I go into the maze and interrupt a blowjob happening between two men my age.  I nod and leave quickly as they make no move to include me.  I watch some porn in the common area.  And take out my dick.  I stroke a bit.  Then I walk, my dick hanging out, to see if any men are at the gloryholes.  I go into the only open booth and stick my cock through the hole.  Instantly hands are all over me.  Then, a hot, wet mouth.  Way too soon the sucking stops.  I pull out—and hear the sucker whisper “Come to my booth.”

I nod (not that he can likely see me) and go next door.  I prefer this anyway as I like to touch the guy doing the work.  I can see absolutely nothing in his booth.  But I can tell the man is short.  He kneels and begins sucking me again.  I touch his head and feel the tight curls of a Black man.  He slobbers all over my dick—making the hottest moans.

Suddenly, all is illuminated.  Some guy is shining the flashlight on his phone through a hole behind us so he can see what we’re doing.  My sucker is young—no more than 35 and good looking.  I move slightly so the offending light hits my back and the booth is once again in darkness. 

“I love your dick, Daddy,” he whispers. 

“Thanks.  You’re good…”

He goes back to work, showing me just how good he is at servicing sizeable cocks.  I am soon covered with his deep throat saliva.  His hand helps coat my shaft with it.  My eyes have adjusted—and I can see a little more now.

“Do you fuck?  I’d love you in my ass.”

“Sure…”

I grab the lube out of my shirt pocket as he kneels on a small chair I’d been kicking in the dark.  He pulls his shorts down.  He has a terrific bubble butt.  There is just room for me to kneel.  I begin licking his hole.  He moans.  “Eat me out, Daddy…Get me ready for you…”

His words spur me to go even deeper with my tongue.  He tastes of soap and a hint of man sweat.  Delicious.  I stand up, my cock rock hard.  I slide into him.  He’s the tightest hole I’ve had in ages.  I have to inch into him.  But he’s game.  He pants and inch by inch I’m allowed inside him.  I push a little—and suddenly I am buried in him to the hilt.  He is vocal—and the guy with the damn flashlight is back.  But it’s nice to see my very pale cock imbedded in this perfectly shaped ebony ass.

I begin a slow fuck.  Barely moving.  But the young man is feeling it.  He is groaning now.  I also hear him begin to jerk his cock.

“Harder, Daddy.  Rip me up…”

I pick up the pace.  Soon, I am slamming into him.

“That’s it!  Fuck, you’re gonna make me shoot!!”

“Do it,” I bark out.

He does, moments later.  I can feel his ass spasm with each spurt.  He collapses over the back of the chair, helping me disengage.  I start to leave, but the young man swivels around.  “Please…”

I turn back.  He lifts my dick and licks his ass juices off me.  I haven’t shot, but I am suddenly tender.  He finishes up and I thank him.

“No, thanks you.  I can finally go home…”

I go to the restroom to piss.  There is no need to even rinse my dick…

*

I go and sit in the alcove formed at the end of the maze.  I really want to catch my breath, but if a dick appears in a glory hole, I’m fine with that.  Instead, I get a thin white guy, likely in his 50’s, walk into the space.  He sees me sitting there and unzips.  It takes no time at all to relieve him of his load so he can get home to the family dinner.

I stay there.  Another guy, an older Black man, walks in.  He sees my dick and kneels in front of me.  He sucks me until his knees give out.

I wander.

I go to the dark room and am followed in by a white guy in his 30’s.  He gives me adequate head.  He offers his ass.  I fuck him.  After the great first fuck this one is nothing but vaguely pleasant friction.  He seems to like it more than I do.

I wander.

I end up in the main room with four video screens and couches.  I sit in the most comfortable chair and stroke.  I am eyed by every man who passes.  There is middle aged Black man in really great shape, leading a much older white guy around who is vaguely dressed as the opposite sex—and a dog collar.  The Master stops him with a tug on the D ring on the collar.

“May my girl suck your dick?” he asks me.

I am not impressed—but what the hell?  I nod. 

I’m glad I did.  His/Her mouth is terrific.  The Master even brings a couch cushion over for his slave to kneel on.  It seems like every man in the place, at some point, walks by, stops and watches for a bit and either moves on or sits somewhere in the vast room to masturbate to us. 

A burly white guy, in very short shorts, stops to watch.  He moves near my shoulder and starts asking me questions—while most of the time suppling his own answers.  He is also groping himself.  Soon the shorts open, revealing a thick, uncut cock.

There is movement between my legs.  The Master is guiding my sucker onto another dick.  He gives me a thumbs up by way of thanks and walks the two of them to one of the couches.

“May I?”

I look and standing on the other side of me is the first man I fucked in this space once they reopened after the recent fire. I nod and he goes to work.  The uncut guy at my other shoulder is stroking hard.  I give him my mouth.  Soon, he is fucking my face.  My free hand snakes under his balls and finds his hole.  He groans—telling me with no words that I have found his happy place.  He takes a finger.  Then I lube a finger and soon am giving him two.   I look down at the guy sucking and he seems very happy slurping on my drooling cock.  I add a third finger into the standing guy.  I am rewarded with rope after rope of jizz down my throat.  The guy bellows out his orgasm, making my sucker stop sucking.

The crowd disperses.  I need to wash my fingers…and, after that, it seems like a good break time for dinner…

 

Next time my evening there where I can’t stay out of the dark room…

Shooting that Pent-Up Load

 Lansing—May, 2026

 

The next day, after my odd time at the bookstore detailed in the last post, I went farther north to the bookstore that is almost a bathhouse.  It has gloryhole booths, dark rooms, a sling and fuckbench and tons of porn.  I was pleased that the parking lot on this Saturday night was starting to fill as I got there around 8:30pm…

 

Men are roaming everywhere.  No one is staying in place long enough to connect.  The crowd is a good blend of ages.  As it’s Saturday, there are a few hetero/bi couples, as well.  I make the circuit twice and finally sit down at the porn playing near the glory holes.  I am surprised (and pleased) that it is piss porn.  I take out my cock and stroke it to full glory.  Men pause to look, but they keep walking.

From out of the milling men, one sits down in the chair next to me.  He is likely under 35, but it’s hard to tell.  His ebony skin glistens in the light emitted from the huge television screen.  He begins to chat—about this and that and finally about my dick.

“May I touch it?” he whispers.

“Of course.”

He strokes me lightly with a feathery touch. 

“It’s even bigger than it looked…”  His small hands make it look even bigger to me, too.

He begins asking questions about what I like:  Do I like a good blow job?  Do I fuck guys as well as girls?  Do I like anal sex?

My positive answers seem to delight him.  Then, continuing the feathery touch to my cock: “I am asking for my friend.  He’s over there.”  He nods to his left.

I turn.  It’s a beefy white guy in a ballcap.  He nods to me and I to him.

“Let’s go…” says the man next to me.

We get up and the three of us go into the largest of the gloryhole booths.  We just fit.  The thin guy continues to stroke me.  The beefy guy goes to his knees.  The thin guy guides my cock into the beefy guy’s mouth.  The sucker is good.  And hungry.  He acts like he hasn’t had a dick in weeks.  He deep throats me expertly.

“Do you like that?” says the thin guy.

I moan out my approval.  My hand touches the thin guy’s crotch.  He’s hard, but he instantly brushes my hand away.  He is just the facilitator.

The beefy guy pulls off my cock.  Panting.  He stands up.  “Fuck me with that thing.”

Sometime in there he’s lost his walking shorts.  He turns and rubs his full ass on my cock.  He tries to mount me before I get lube on my dick.  But I do—and seconds later he is thankful I did.

“Jeez, you’re thick…”

“Make him take it,” murmurs the thin guy.

I push all the way into the meaty butt being offered.  I can’t see much of anything, but his hole feels terrific.  I can hear the guy begin to stroke himself as I begin the fuck.  The thin guy seems to concentrate on watching his friend get used.  I pick up the pace and soon the sound of my hips slapping onto his ass fill the tiny space.

“Holy shit…” beefy guy murmurs.  “You’re gonna make me cum…”

“Do it!” hisses the thin guy.

“Shoot it!” I add.

The guy I’m fucking groans and his hand on his slippery dick works harder.  Suddenly his hole squeezes down on my cock.  It feels terrific.  And again.  This time he moans and his cum splatters onto the floor.

I slip out of him.  Beefy guy is holding the wall.  He says nothing.  The thin guy who found me thanks me profusely as I exit the booth and head to rinse my spotless cock…

*

I wander back to the dark area near the main viewing area.  A man, around my age in a black tee, follows me in.  I make my way carefully to the back wall and lean against it.  Moments later, his hand is on my bulge. 

“May I?” he whispers.

“Sure.”  I hear rather than see him kneel.  I open my pants and my hard cock slaps his face.  He sighs and takes me into his mouth.  He’s great.  Just what I wanted the day before.  It’s a leisurely suck.  He’s there for the joy of a dick in his mouth not just the load.  I let him work on me until his knees tire.

“I want more of that,” he whispers as he stands.

I wander.

I find a guy with long hair at the end of the maze.  He’s on his knees.  I feed him, but he’s too toothy.

I go back to the dark room.  The guy in the black tee is still there.  He does round two on me, this time concentrating on my balls.  “You taste so damn good,” he breathes before devouring them once again.

Once again, his knees give out.  He kisses my ball sack before he stands up…

*

I find my fourth sucker in the maze.  I’d seen him busy on someone else, now his attention is on me.  He is a bigger guy and sits in a chair.  “I don’t know how good I am with big cock,” he whispers.

“Try it and see…”

He ovals up and swallows me down.  Well, fuck.  He’s the best sucker yet.  There is so much space in his oral cavity—and he has one of those thick tongues I love.  He makes hot sounds as he pleasures me.

But the blowjob is short lived.  Someone walks in on us and my sucker can’t deal with knowing he’s being watched.  He stands up and leaves.  The new guy looks at my dick and smirks before he says “Sorry” not meaning it at all…

*
I spend some time sucking cock in the dark room.  Nothing remarkable, but a nice change of pace.  Though one guy has a belt buckle that keeps hitting the bridge of my nose…

*

It’s later in the evening now.  Couples are arriving.  A mixed-race couple is causing a lot of excitement.  He’s Black and he is allowing his white girl friend to be fucked by everyone who wants her and has a condom.  They are younger than the usual swingers here.  The girl can’t be older than 25 and she’s pretty.  Guys are lining up for her.

I watch one really good-looking young white man in a Tiger’s ball cap fuck her.  He seems to give her just what she wants—loving the attention of 20 some men watching her be used.

I go back and get more head from the guy in the black tee.  He’s never going to get me off.  But I thank him for his effort.

I enter the maze once more.  There is a blow job happening in one of the recesses.  Guys are watching—and one of the onlookers is the young man in the ball cap who I’d seen fuck the girl. 

He sees my cock. 

He looks up at my face.

He goes to his knees.  “Let me serve you, daddy.”  I can’t believe my good luck.  He jerks himself as I step forward and push into his mouth.  He’s good.  Not the level of the best men of the night, but it doesn’t matter.  The fact this guy is bi-enough to suck me is hot as fuck.  I let his tongue go to work, but in moments, I grab his ears and begin face fucking him.  This only makes him jerk his cock harder. 

And I’m going to shoot.  “Take my load, man…” I whisper.

He gives me the hottest, guttural sound of acceptance.  My cock swells even thicker.  The switch is flipped—and in moments, I am spewing my load across his tongue and down his throat.

But he wants to swallow me down. 

He licks me clean…

And only then does he get self-conscious that he’d just blown a gay daddy in public…

My Cock Won't Go Down (an addendum to the last post)

 Lansing—January, 2026

 

There is a brief addendum to my play at the sex club.   Getting off in Kane felt like the logical end to the last post, but while he took off for his long drive home, I lingered…

 

I sit in the main lounge, looking at the various porn playing on the three different televisions.  There really is something for everyone.  My cock is in the pouch of my jock.  I think I am just catching my breath before I head home.  I watch a guy on the screen take two dicks in his ass.  The guys are hot, of course, as it’s porn.  Then I focus on the couch below the screen.  A white guy is bent over and being railed by a tall Black man.  My cock pushes against the restraining fabric.  I free it—and it stands up.  Swaying in the breeze.  Not nearly as spent as I thought.

Well, well…

The Black man shoots his load, filling the room with his howl of pleasure.  I would love to be next up the guy—but the bottom heads for the exit.  With my cock out and swinging, I walk to the gloryhole area.  There is one booth open.  I go in and stick my dick through the hole, bending my knees awkwardly as it is very low.

The guy in the adjoining booth takes a moment to respond to it.  He strokes it.  For a couple of minutes.  I want his mouth not his hand.  I pull out.  Instantly, his ass is pressed against the hole.    I will never be able to do the knee bend and fuck.  “I’m coming over,” I tell the guy.  I go out and in his door.  He’s a white college kid and naked from the waist down.

“Yes, Sir,” he murmurs, bending over the chair.  His ass is an amazing contrast to Kane’s.  He’s all but hairless—just a little blond down in the crack.   His hole is also slightly gaping—he’s had some other cocks tonight.  I push right in.

He gasps and takes me.  He pushes back to begin the fuck when I linger for too long, just enjoying his wet hole.  I begin a slow in and out.  The smell of cum is suddenly everywhere.  He’s a load taker—and has been very successful.  My cock is frothing the cum of who knows how many men.

I fuck him harder.  My hand on his back, holding him in place.

“I want your load,” he moans.

“How many do you have?” I grunt out, not slowing my stroke.

“I lost count after four…”

It’s music to my ears.  I pull out.  My dick is covered in cum.  “Clean this up,” I bark.  He licks me clean—but not with the enthusiasm I expected.  I move back to his ass.  I go to my knees and begin tongue fucking his hole.  It’s just flowing out of him.  I lap it up.  I drool some down on my dick.

I stand back up and shove into him.  He gasps again.

“You want my load?” I hiss.

“Yes, Sir.  Give it to me!”

I pick up the pace.  My balls are churning from the unexpected felching.

“Give it to him!” says a voice from a Black guy looking through a gloryhole.  “Cum in that hot ass like I did.”

I feel my nuts tighten down.  I push deep into his slick, silky butt hole.  I groan out my second cumming of the night.  The young man milks my cock with his butt.  When I pull out, my cock is covered.  He turns and cleans me.  This time with enthusiasm.  He stands up rather shakily.   I hug him.  It surprises him.  And then he returns it, holding onto me for dear life…

Fucking Kane: "This is What I Need..."

 Lansing—January, 2026

 

I had had a very busy January.  There was an enforced pause at the end of the month when a family member was in the hospital and I spent two days there.  Fortunately, the hospital issue had the best possible outcome for all involved.  I wanted to celebrate.  And by chance, Kane sent a text.  He was horny—and wanted his fabulously hairy ass pounded.  We agreed to meet at the big sex club in Lansing where he had been gangbanged earlier in the month.  He told me he wanted a more one-on-one experience—and I was fine with that.

I arrived a little early.  I wanted time to prowl—and maybe get some warm-up head.  Just as I was about to go in, I got a text from Kane.  He was running late.  Really late. I replied, telling him what I was about to do—and that I would see him soon…

 

It’s Saturday night, so there are more straight/bi men than usual as it is a night swinging couples often appear looking for a third.  It also means the men are milling around—and not playing, but waiting.  I go into the blackout room, leaning against the wall, my cock out. 

A man comes in.  I can see nothing about him.  He feels along the wall and bumps into me.  His hand finds my cock.  He caresses it, making little mewling sounds as he does it. 

“You can suck it…”

He let’s go as if it were a live wire and stumbles out of the room.  My eyes are growing accustomed to the lack of light.  I now see the silhouette of a thin guy come in.  He finds me and strokes me.  He takes out his dick—and I take a turn stroking his cock.  I kneel and take him into my mouth.  He sighs and begins fucking my face in a slow, sensual rhythm.  I am sure this is the same young Black man I’ve sucked here on previous visits. 

He is juicing up now.  His breathing changes.  He is on the edge of orgasm—and pulls out of my mouth.  It’s too early in his evening to shoot.  He takes off.

I stay awhile longer, but no one else ventures in.  I make the tour of the gloryhole booths, the video lounge where a Transwoman is getting fucked bent over the couch.  Two guys are waiting in line for her ass, but she’s insisting on condoms—so I keep going with my tour.

I bump into Julian—the guy with reddish blond hair that I fuck at the bookstore close to home.  He is here with a friend.  I tell him about Kane.  Julian is a true vers—and a hot, hairy ass sounds great to him.  I agree to find him when Kane arrives.

But he’s still not here.  Julian finds me again in ten minutes or so.  Julian suggests I fuck him until Kane arrives.  I agree.  We find an alcove off the main lounge.  There is a chair there for Julian to kneel on.  He strips and presents me with his full, thick ass.  I go to my knees and chow down.  A guy who is a friend of Julian’s watches me, stroking his cock.  But soon he’s paying no attention as he has a cocksucker at his feet.

I stand up and slide in.

“I always forget just how big you are…” Julian moans.  I slap his ass and begin to fuck.  The sound attracts a man from the lounge.  He comes into his alcove and takes out his dick. 

“Make him suck it,” I tell the guy, as if Julian doesn’t love cock in his mouth. 

The guy eagerly gives Julian his cock.  I love to see a guy used at both ends.  We are both fucking into Julian at very different speeds.  I am doing slow, long strokes while the guy in his mouth is fucking into him like a jack rabbit.

“You wanna fuck his ass?”

The guy slows his pummeling of Julian’s mouth for a moment and considers it.  But he’s too close to shooting.  He just picks up the tempo and gives Julian the load down his throat…

*

Julian has gone home happy before Kane shows up.  We find each other quickly.  I suggest the sling.  He asks for a more private place.  I suggest I close the door of the cage so men can only watch—not touch.  But we end up in one of the larger gloryhole booths.  He loses his sweat pants and underwear and kneels on the chair.  I go to work on his hairy ass with my tongue.  I lick every inch of the furred valley between his butt cheeks before zeroing in on his hole.  It flowers open easily.  I tongue fuck him.

I am aware that a man is peering at us through the glory hole.  The guy watches me stand up and slide into Kane’s ass.  The guy behind the wall stands up and pushes his dick through the hole.  It is inches from Kane’s face, but he ignores it.  I am surprised, but kind of pleased that he really wants to just concentrate on me.

I speed up the fuck, making Kane moan.  “Daddy…” he croons, “this is what I need…”

I keep fucking into his hot and now very juicy hole.  I pull out and Kane spins to suck my cock.  “Lick me clean,” I tell him (and for our eavesdropper behind the wall, who is now watching again.)

I pull out of his mouth and kneel behind him.  I tongue his well fucked ass.  I love how he self-lubes.  I force myself to stop eating his hole and fuck it once more.

This time when I pull out, he cleans me again and asks to find another place to fuck.  I suggest the alcove where I fucked Julian—as the chair there is padded and more comfortable. 

Once there, this time Kane gets fully naked.  He’s about to kneel on the chair, when I stop him.  I sit and swivel around so my legs hang over the back of the chair and my head rests on the seat.  “Now sit on my face.”  He does.  I love that his hairy ass is all but cutting off my air as I tongue him.  It’s likely hard on Kane’s legs.  I double tap his hip to get him to stand up.  He does—and we change places.  He kneels and I fuck him.  Hard and fast.  A few guys watch us, but I don’t let them touch him.

I pull out and bring my cock to his mouth.  He cleans me—with a big grin on his face.  He has a long drive home (he was in town seeing a platonic friend) and wants to get off and hit the road.

“Where’s the dark room you told me about.  I’d love for you to breed me there.” 

He puts his sweatpants back on and we go across the lounge and into the dark room.  We find the chair back behind the wall with the gloryhole in it.  He sits and sucks my cock for a long time.  This is getting me close.  “Now breed me,” me hisses, moving around into a kneeling position on the chair.

I sink into him.  I begin a slow fuck.  It builds quickly.  I hear him beat his own ample cock.  His breath becomes ragged.

“Shoot, Daddy.  I want your cum!”

I pick up the pace even more.  I hear him do the same with his hand.

“Oh, fuck…” I groan.

He erupts on the seat of the chair.  His ass squeezes me with each of his spurts.  It sends me over the edge, flooding his guts with my creamy seed…