Keshawn Throws a Party

 Louisville—November, 2022

 

In the middle of October, Keshawn asked me to save a date in November.  He was going back to Louisville and wanted to throw another hotel party for all his fuck buds down there.  He wanted me to come down, since I’d enjoyed his earlier party, a birthday bash, celebrated with hot, horny men.  It was to be a smaller group which was fine by me.  I drove down early in the day and napped in my own hotel room across the river in Indiana.  I crossed the bridge and was at his hotel right at 9pm…

 

Keshawn, naked but for a jockstrap that barely keeps his big dick in place, answers the door and pulls me into a hug.  There is a naked Bear on the far bed, watching the television.  We nod to each other.  I recognize him from the last gathering here.  I strip down myself.  In a matter of minutes, four more guys arrive.  One is a grey haired total top who I remember from the last group.  He arrives with a cute Latin man I had let suck my cock for a long time at the birthday party.  We smile at each other as they strip down.  Two more arrive: a hot man in his 30’s, who Keshawn tells me is versatile and a Daddy Top a few years younger than me.

In moments, the seven of us are naked.  The Bear is sucking Keshawn on the far bed.  I am on the bed with the hot versatile.  He is sucking the Top he arrived with.  The other two are making out on the couch in the corner of the room.  I lean down and begin to lick Hot Versatile’s bubble butt.  He squirms and makes a sound of pleasure around the cock in his mouth.  I redouble my efforts to get Hot Versatile wet and ready.

Keshawn is now bent over and getting fucked by the Bear.  I hear it before I turn around to see it.  The Bear has very little stamina—in moments he shoots in Keshwan’s hole.  I leave Hot Versatile and move to do some felching—just 15 minutes into the group.  The Bear watches me slurp his sperm out of Keshawn—and then says his goodbyes and gets dressed. 

Keshawn sucks me for a bit, after I have eaten my fill.  He leaves me really wet so I can fuck in the remains of the load in his ass.  It feels great as I glide in.  Keshawn is on all fours.  I can watch Hot Versatile ride the Top he was sucking as I fuck Keshawn.  The other pair is behind me, but I can hear that oral has given way to fucking.  I look over my shoulder and the Latino is taking daddy dick, bent over the couch, pushing his ass back to meet every stroke of his fucker.

The next 30 minutes is a blur.  Everyone changes partners every few minutes.  Everyone is sucking or rimming and occasionally fucking.  I fuck the Latin guy.  He is super tight, even though he has been opened up by the other two tops.  “Get him ready for me,” says Keshawn, in a whisper that the Latin is meant to hear.  I fuck the kid hard, before Keshawn takes his turn.  I sink to the floor to watch the fuck.  The Latin is on all fours.  Keshawn is standing on the bed, straddling his ass and sinking his cock into the Latin. I can’t take my eyes off that massive ebony cock splitting open the paler ass I was just in.  The black hair in his ass crack is now matted with sweat, lube and precum.  It clings to Keshwan’s cock.  I bend and touch my tongue to the underside of Keshawn’s cock, licking it—and the Latin’s puffy ass lips.

Both men groan—knowing just what I’m doing…

*

I am lying on the bed.  Hot Versatile is sitting on my face, beating his cock, as I eat out his freshly fucked hole.   When he is ready, he moves down and begins to ride my cock, impaling himself in on slow but continuous move.  It’s the second or third time I’ve been up him, but this time he is in control of the fuck.  He takes me to the root, grinding his ass into my pubes when he has ever millimeter inside his slippery, wet chute.

“Fuck!” he groans.

Keshawn stands next to us, watching and stroking his own wet cock, that has been in everyone who takes dick.  Suddenly, he steps up on the bed and sits on my face.  I am almost in overload.  His ass is hot and wet and been fucked by the four tops here.  My cock is being gripped by an ass that knows how to squeeze and milk me with each stroke.  Just as I think I might cum, Keshawn stands up and Hot Versatile pulls off me to offer his hole to Keshawn.  I look over to the other bed.  The Grey Haired Top is loading the Latin.  I move around to give room to Keshawn and go clean up the top, before felching another load…

*

A new arrival has come in.  He’s my age, good looking and versatile.  Mike says he met me at the last party, but I honestly don’t remember him.  I love how, the moment he’s naked, he instantly takes charge of Keshawn’s ass.  His cock is big but not huge.  I watch it fuck into my friend.  I love the color contrast of his pale white dick plowing deep into the chocolate color of Keshawn’s butt.

Mike pulls out.  “Lick me clean.  I know you want it.”

I do want it.  I can’t get enough.  He let’s me suck him to the root twice before he pulls out of my mouth and goes back into Keshawn’s ass.  “Stay there, I’ll feed you some more.”  I stay on my knees next to them.  Not that there is any place I’d rather be. 

Mike pulls out again.  I clean his dick of all the juices he pulled from Keshwan’s ass.  He grabs the back of my head and pushes my face into Keshawn’s wet ass crack.  He holds me there as I lick and suck out Keshawn’s butt.  In moments, he pulls me out—and kisses me…

*

The other all top cums deep inside Hot Versatile.  I do more felching and fucking.  Mike is right there to watch.  We kiss.  I surprise him by snowballing some of the load I have just licked out of Hot Versatile.

It’s just the four of us in the room now, Keshawn, me, Mike and the Latin.

Mike and I switch fucking off on fucking the other two—both of us tasting dicks as they are pulled from butts.   The Latin begs off for a break.  Mike goes back up Keshawn.  “You need to fuck me,” says Mike, reaching back and pulling his right cheek to the side.  I am right there—but with my tongue first.  I let him fuck and use my tongue to impale him on the backstroke.

Soon enough I slip my shiny wet cock into his ass.  He stops fucking and just holds in place, deep inside Keshawn.  I fuck him hard.  Hard enough to make it feel like he is still fucking Keshawn.  When I pull out, Mike swings around and tastes his own ass on my cock.

Now I have three asses to rotate through.  I make them all kneel on the bed:  Latin at the foot, Keshawn and Mike next to each other on the side.  I fuck the Latin, pull out and move to Mike, then Keshawn…and then repeat it by going back the opposite way. 

The next time, Mike joins me as top, each of us switching off on the arched asses.

Mike suddenly spasms.  “Fuck!” He is filling up Keshawn’s hole with cum.  I want to taste it—but that thought makes me need to shoot.  I push into Mike’s ass—as he is still marinating in Keshawn’s butt.  It is just a matter of a few strokes, before I leave cum dripping from him. 

Keshawn groans—and rolls out from under both of us and sprays his massive load onto the two of us…

The first party is written up here:  Keshawn's Birthday Orgy

"I Gotta Try Yours"

Louisville, KY—February, 2018

I couldn’t make it back to the bookstore in Memphis.  My conference schedule is always too long and busy to play very often.  I have given up trying to get men to come to the room after my long days and nights.  So I just let my balls fill up.  I drove home to Michigan with an eye for an overnight in Louisville.  There is a great bookstore just across the border into Indiana where I have had great fun in the past. 

I was horned from the days of no play and thinking about it all day in the car.  I found a motel and checked in.  I changed into some clothes I keep for the bookstore---clothes that can get cum splattered and I won’t care.  I wish I had a dollar for every time I have knelt in some one’s load on a bookstore floor….

I park behind the building.  I know it’s a Tuesday night, so it’s not going to be packed, but it is early evening—I’m hoping there might still be some of the after work crowd hanging around.  The parking lot is pretty empty.  There are two big rigs parked for the night, beyond the paved park of the lot.  I go in and wonder for a moment if I should break tradition and do the arcade as opposed to the two theatres.  But I like porn—and I hate feeding the players in an arcade.  I opt for the combined ticket for the straight and the gay theatre.

I start in the straight theatre.  There is one man sitting in the front row.  I can only see the back of his head.  I sit at the end of the back row which sticks out one seat from the row in front.  It gives me leg room and guys can easily get to my cock.  I get my dick out and jerk.  It’s ancient porn, but kind of hot—one woman/two guys (who prove to make her really messy.)  The next scene is pretty pedestrian.  The man in the front row is as bored as I am.  He gets up and walks up the side aisle towards me.  He is a Black man, likely in his late 60’s.  I like the smile on his face when he sees my cock.   He stands beside me—and moments later I feel his very soft hand grasp my dick.

“Nice,” he whispers.  He bends down so he can see it better.  His hand strokes my full length, but does a nice little twist as it comes up and envelops my cock head.

“That feels really good.”

“May I put that beautiful cock in my mouth?”  he whispers, with his slight Southern drawl, right into my ear.

“Sure.”

He bends more.  His mouth connects.  He keeps the hand going with the bobbing of his head.  I just close my eyes and revel in his soft touch.

He is tireless.  But it may be too relaxing.  I am certainly nowhere near orgasm and I can tell, once I’ve opened my eyes again, that the bent over posture is beginning to hurt.

“Are you going to give me your cum?”

I explain it takes a lot of work—and I have just walked in.

He takes a break and promises to come back.  I assume he goes to cruise the arcade.

*****

I check out the Gay theatre.  No one is here, it’s colder and condomed porn is on the screen.  I go back to the straight theatre.

A new movie.  Oh, my—a plot.

The door opens.  A White trucker walks in.  He sees me and sits on the ledge off to one side, behind me.  He keeps moving, inching his way until he is directly behind me.  His knee brushes the back of my chair.

I turn to look at him again.  He is kneading his worn denims.  I stand up.  He unzips.  He spreads his legs.  The invitation—and which way around—is clear.  I kneel and take his fairly small dick into my mouth.  I work my tongue around the head.  I make his foreskin retract.

I don’t spend long on him.  He needs to get off and hit the road again.

The dick may be small, but his load is large.  He grunts out his orgasm with each spurt.  He pats my head to tell me I’ve cleaned him up enough, zips up and leaves.

I sit back down.  My cocksucker returns.  He tries again.  Still no luck in getting me off.

“What makes you shoot?”

“Fucking an ass.”

I’m afraid I’ve offended him.   He tells me he rarely does that.  And that it’s never felt good—the little dicks he’s tried it with. 

But we both know he’s not ready for me tonight—in a couple of ways. 

He thanks me for being nice and goes home.

*****

I am alone a long time.

I consider going.  I consider checking out the arcade after all, though on a trip to the restroom, there seemed to be no traffic there, either.  I consider jerking off.

And the door opens again. 

A different Black man walks in and sits on the back ledge.  Tall.  Jeans and open coat.  He ditches the coat to a chair.  Now I can see he’s built, too.  His jeans mound up as he sees me stroking so openly. 

He unzips.  “You suck?”

“Sure.”

He fists his dick—not as big as my twin in Memphis, but a thick 7 incher.  I kneel between his splayed legs and go to work.  He sighs and tells me “Keep doing that.”  I’m doing my signature constant tongue motion around the head of the cock as I come out of deep throating him.  I work into his dripping piss slit, too.

“I gotta try yours.  Stand up.”

I’m surprised but pleased.  I feed him my cock.  He’s hunched over, so the angle isn’t as good as if he were on his knees—but good enough.  I let him set his rhythm.  He’s grunting at the pleasure my cock is giving him in his mouth.  Emboldened, I grab the back of his head and fuck his face.  This makes his cock precum like crazy.  I pull out of his mouth and take him to the root again and again.

We reverse once more.  “Fuck my mouth, Stud.”  I do.  Once again his precum covers the hot ebony head of his dick.

I think he’s getting close.  I pull out of his mouth and take him in my mouth again.  He bucks into my face.  Hard.  I erupt on the floor.  He feels me shudder and pulls out of my mouth.

I must look hurt that he’s not feeding me.  He pats my head and tells me he wants to play a little longer.  I stand up.  He leans over and licks me clean.  I so want to kiss him.  But nope.  He zips up and leaves me looking at my pool of cum on the floor.

Show Off

Louisville—Febraury, 2017

I was so busy during the rest of my stay in Memphis, I had no other sex.  Part of me wanted to make time to return to the backroom of the bookstore—but I also wondered if I would luck into anything as hot as on my previous visit.  In any event, I really didn’t have the time. 

I drove back to Louisville and booked into the same motel.  I ate a leisurely dinner…and went off to see what trouble I could get into at the adult theatre.

It’s a weeknight again.  A few semis litter the parking lot, but there aren’t many cars.  I go in and buy the double ticket.  I start in the straight theatre.  There are two men—one in the front row who is obviously jerking to the three-way on the screen and another man in the middle of the seating.  I sit in the back row again—the one with the extra leg room.

All is quiet.  The man masturbating is not a man I need to help out.  The other man seems more asleep than there for either the videos or for sex.

The door opens.  A nicely put together man enters.  He’s around my age, with short, dark hair.  He stands in my row and proceeds to strip himself of every article of clothing except his gym shoes.  He sits and plays with his dick.  His head turns to me.  He nods.

I nod.

He gestures me to join him, patting the seat next to him. 

I do.

He looks at me.  He looks at his cock.  It’s plumped, but not hard.  He looks back at me.  His arched eyebrow asks “Cocksucker?”

I get on my knees.  I start to suck him.  And suck him.  I can’t get him hard.  I know I am better than this.  I look up at him from between his splayed legs.  He’s smiling, seemingly enjoying what I’m doing.

I go back to work.  Suddenly he’s hard.  I re-double my efforts.  His dick is drooling now.  I look up at him again.  What did I do differently?

The change is that the man in the first row has gotten up and is standing in the side aisle watching us go at it.  I go back to work to give him a show.  The cock I’m sucking gets harder yet.  I wonder if the man in the aisle has stuck his dick in this guy’s mouth.  No, he’s just openly jacking as he watches us.

I return to getting this guy off.  I hear the outer door shut.  Instantly the dick in my mouth loses its hardness.  I look up again.  Yup, our audience has vanished.

“Let’s take a break,” the man tells me.

We meet up again, later, in the gay theatre.  Same thing.  He is super hard every time there is an audience viewing him getting serviced.   He stands in the far aisle for any and every one to see.  With me sucking him.  The moment a man finally approaches us to add in, the man in my mouth zips up and leaves.

I let him do this to me once more in the straight theatre.  A couple of guys watch and it’s great.  They approach—and he runs.  (I stay and suck the better looking one of these two off.)

On the gay side, we deliberately show off for a new arrival and the sex is fun.  The new arrival turns back to the movie and the guy goes soft.  He leaves with a “come to the straight side with me.”   

Against my better judgment I do. 

I enjoy his hard dick in my mouth as we entertain a new viewer.  But the on-looker makes the mistake of touching the Show Off’s bare chest.  He puts on his clothes and high tails it to the other theatre.  

And once again I am left to gratefully suck the watcher.

Much later, back on the gay side, I find the show-off standing in the play area, leaning on the wall and watching the movie just as much as watching the guy next to him doing the same thing.  I’ve had enough.  I move into the dark area.  The Show Off turns, knowing I am going down on him. 

I don’t. I suck the other man’s dick in front of the Show Off.  My new guy pulls down his jeans, offering me his butt.  I eat him out.  The Show Off gets dressed.  Disgusted.

“Fuck me.  You can give me your load, if you want.”

I need little encouragement.  I enter the man.  The Show Off slams the door on his way out.  He has no time for any other man showing off.

I deposit a load before bed time.

"You Want This?"

Louisville—February, 2017

The day I took my last pill for my brush with syphilis, I had to leave for my usual business trip to Memphis.  This year I did not want to go anywhere near the airports and, as I had the time, I drove.  I did it in two days, overnighting in Louisville.  I couldn’t tell if I was horny or not.  You’d think after 10 days of not playing, I’d be raring to go, but that wasn’t quite the case.  One moment I wanted to breed—fucking flood some hot hole with all my built up seed.  In the next, I wasn’t sure I wanted to at all—I was still feeling slightly, well, dirty.  Even with the news I’d never been infected.

I checked in at a motel that had seen better days, but the room was clean.   I got out the computer to check the hook up sites.  Except the internet, for which I’d paid extra, was so grindingly slow I couldn’t open BBRT.  Well, that left the bookstore.  At the very thought, I realized it was the right choice.  I could do as much or as little as I wanted.  I ate a leisurely dinner, read a little and decided to see who might be there on a week night.

I haven’t been here in several years. There are three areas:  an arcade and a pair of theatres.  As usual, I ask the surly attendant for the combo of the straight and gay theatres—not being a fan of cramming two people into a booth meant for one.  I go into the straight theatre first.  It’s much bigger than my usual one near home.  It has real theatre seating, five or six rows of it.  It could easily hold 40 men.  Tonight, it holds one.  In the front row.  I sit in the back, in the seat that sticks out at the end of a row—making it easy for a man to kneel in front of me without crowding.

I stroke to fairly tepid porn.  I think the man has his dick out, too.  I can’t tell much about him, until he turns around and stares at me.  He’s actually hot.  Shaved head, thick shoulders, nice face.  I am on the edge of joining him in the front row when the door buzzes open.  A trucker comes in and sits in the row in front of me.  He’s been in the cab all day—maybe several days— and reeks.  I get up, put my dick away and head to the gay side.

The seating only has four rows over here, but it’s a wider room.  It could hold 40 or 50 men, too.  Tonight it has no one.  I sit on the far side of the back row—away from the door, not quite sure why I do.  The movie is better—even with condoms—Euro boys fucking outside in some Bavarian forest.

The door opens.  It’s the man from the front row.  He stands by the door.  He looks around.  Either he doesn’t see me or doesn’t care.  He leaves, never to be seen again.

I think about going back next door.  But decide to stay here.  The door opens.  A fairly tall, slender man of my age steps in.  He’s dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt on this unseasonable warm day in February.  He stands in the light of the door a moment.  It shines on his rather handsome face.  A ball cap is on the back of his head.  He waits a moment, then moves to the back row.  Or so I thought.  He goes into a dark area behind a low wall behind the seating.  I’d forgotten that area was even there.  He leans on the wall—which is right at chest height—and watches the movie.

I wait a moment.  I decide to join him.  I go in.  And lean.  He turns.  Sizes me up.  Looks back at the movie. 

We wait.  And watch.  Mostly the movie and occasionally each other.

I step back and kneel in the darkness.  I pull out my cock.  I can’t be clearer.  I want to suck this man off.

He ignores me.  For about 30 seconds.  Then he steps away from the wall.  Into the back corner.  Totally hidden.  I hear his fly unzip.  His voice is soft.  “You want this?”

I don’t answer.  I just crawl on my knees to him.  I am greeted by a good seven inches of slender, cut cock. Dripping. I take it into my mouth.

“You’re hungry.  Damn!”

He slides down my throat so easily. His cock is slender enough I can use all my tongue technique and still deep throat him on every stroke.

He pulls out of me.  “You’re gonna make me shoot.”

“Go ahead.  I want to swallow your load.”

He slaps my face with his wet cock.  Lightly.  Then runs the drooling cock head over my goatee.  “Not yet.”  And he shoves it back into my mouth.

A few moments of face fucking.  .  This time when he pulls out, he pulls me up by the armpits.  He looks at the hunger in my face.  I want him to kiss me—but that’s too gay for him.  He notices my cock for the first time.  “Damn.”  He hefts it.  “Now that’s a cock even I’d suck.”

He goes down on his knees.  He is not good.  He’s telling the truth that he doesn’t suck dick regularly.  I pull away.  Acting more like I might cum—not that I’m avoiding his incisors. 

He stands back up.  “Take my dick.”

I go back to my knees.  Even more determined to get him off. 

He stops me again.  “Come back to my motel.  We’ll fuck around.” 

It’s late and frankly, that’s not what I want.  I like the sleaziness right here.  I make a noncommittal sound and start licking his balls.

The door opens.  A man I can’t see walks in.  He sits in the back row, right in front of where my man is now leaning, moaning, as I tongue his hairy sack. 

“You should let him suck your dick,” he tells the new arrival.

I hear a grunt from around the wall.  My man, dick still out and swinging, pulls me up and takes me to the new man.  “Let me see you suck him.”

I still don’t get a good look at this new guy.  I can only see the short, fat, hard as a rock dick he has out.  I squirm in-between this new man’s splayed legs.  The first guy stands to the side, masturbating, as he watches me go to work.

My mouth is stretched wide.  His cock feels even fatter after the first slender dick.  The guy I’m sucking now is groaning and running fingers over the buzzed hair on my head.  “Oh, take it, man,” he grunts out.  “Can I cum in your mouth?” 

I don’t have time to answer.  He unleashes a torrent of semen.  The first shot I don’t even get to taste.  But I do the rest.  I savor it.  And swallow.  I milk every drop out.

The man pulls out of my mouth.  He gets up, barely able to move with me in front of him.  But he does.  He mumbles a “thank you” as he zips up (as I’ve made sure there is no need to mop up.)  He thanks my first guy, too.  And he leaves.

I look at the first man.  He shakes his head.  “I want to get off in my bed.”  I hear him leave and go next door.  I’m still on my knees.  Jerking.   Thinking about what just happened.  My tongue finds some jizz clinging to my mustache.  

It’s just what I need to make me spew all over the floor.

Bookstore Fuck and Suck

Louisville—October, 2012

Every year, my job takes me to Nashville for a few weeks.  I left a day early, right at the end of the month.  I really wanted to bed (well, perhaps I should say, sling) the man who was the first entry in this blog—so I made sure that I would overnight in Louisville.  He proved to be unavailable, so after I got into my motel, I got online.  There was next to no one cruising.  I changed into old clothes and went to the great bookstore in the area—ready for anything—and got a little of almost everything a bookstore can offer…

It’s Friday.  Both theatres are open.  I get the combo pass—I can go back and forth between the gay and straight theatres.  The door buzzes to admit me into the straight one.  I hear a woman’s high pitched moan.  The screen is ablaze with James Deen thrusting balls deep into a slim blonde, while he throws her around like the proverbial rag doll.  There has been work done to this room since I was last here.  Chairs look repaired and there is now a convenient shelf to sit along the back wall.  There is one man in the back row of the seats.  He is kneading his crotch through the fabric of his pants.  Another man slouches against the side wall, staring at the screen.  I sit on the new shelf, right in the center, so the man in the back row can turn and see me undo my jeans.  I take out my growing cock.  The man on the side wall takes off.  The sight of my hardening cock emboldens the man.  He looks to be slightly younger than I, trim, and with a large mound in his khakis.   He unzips.  Now his hand is on striped underwear.

The door buzzes.  He covers himself.  I get harder and stroke deliberately.  The guy who walks in, I recognize from my last trip there: a hungry cock sucker I’d turned the tables on.  He’s a little older than I, with a pronounced nose and olive colored skin. I notice he is graying around the temples.  When he sees me he removes his jacket, sits down beside me and, pulls his track pants down.  His curved cock is rampant.  He also hoists his tee shirt up, hooking the bottom of it around the back of his head, revealing a mass of dark curly hair and stand up nipples.

And he’s down on my cock.  Instantly to the root.  An oral master.  He moves off the bench and kneels in front of me.  He wants a better angle.  I let him suck for a bit, then stand up and fuck his face.  This makes the man in the back row get up and move closer to us.  He’s now stroking his cock through the fabric of his striped underwear.  Eventually I pull my cocksucker up.  I kneel and give him a little head in return.  Before I can really get going, he bends over so I can’t keep on his cock.  I know what he’s doing.  He has the other guy’s cock deep in his mouth.  I squirm out from between them.  The man who was hiding his cock has a monster.  The sucker is taking him as deep as he can work down on it.  Finally he stops and says, “You try.”

I kneel again.  I take the monster cock in my mouth.  I think I get about half of it down my throat.  I need air.  I pull back up.  The sucker bends over and takes it in his mouth.  I go for the balls which are retracting on the monster.  He grunts and shoots the first few jets of cum into the sucker’s mouth—then pulls away.  “Don’t waste it,” I bark, but it’s too late, he empties the rest on the floor.  The sucker turns my head to him and gives me a cummy kiss…

Monster cock pulls himself together and leaves.  The sucker settles on the bench, playing with his nipples.  He must need to leave, too—it’s his signal he wants to cum.  I settle between his legs and take his slightly hooked cock easily down my throat.  In no time at all he is blasting a load into my gullet.  He kisses me and exits…..

All in the first 25 minutes…..

I go over to the gay side.  There is a new build out there too.  Behind the seats is a wall that is about chest high….perfect to stand at and stroke if you are shy---or to lean against for support during any action.  It creates a dark space—so you can barely see the cock you are playing with…

I suck some cock.

Guys suck me.

An hour or so passes.

The door buzzes.  I am sitting in the back row of the gay side.  A pretty good, leatherish, All World’s Video is on the screen.  In walks a young man.  He is in grey sweats and a maroon hoodie.  College age or just out.  He looks at me in the back row.  He looks at the man standing against the wall.  Then at the 20-something jerker in the front row.  He ambles down the four rows of seats—he’s headed to the young jerker.  No, he passes him.  He walks all the way around the 2 dozen or so seats, and makes his way to me in the back row from the other side.  He sits right beside me.  My cock is dripping pre cum just looking at him.  He slides his sweats down, showing off a nicely curved 7 incher.  His hands grope for my cock.  “Jesus.”  He starts stroking it—just as my hand finds his dick.  He tugs at me—“Come back here.”  We get up, barely pulling ourselves together to walk behind the partition.  The man leaning against the wall looks at me with absolute hate in his eyes….and stomps out of the room.

The boy is leaning against the wall, his cock out, his hoodie unzipped.  I run my hands over his chest and abs—he could be a gymnast.  His cock is dripping now as much as mine.  I go down on him.  He sighs and relaxes against the wall.  When I feel he’s close, he stops me and pulls me up.  He kneels in the gloom and engulfs my cock.  Or tries too.  His technique is toothy.   But I grin and bear it.  When he stands up, I go back down on him, but almost instantly I turn him around.  He has a great gym-worked  ass.  Hard and fuzzy.  I pull the cheeks apart.  He bends, supporting himself on the wall.  My tongue finds his furry ass crack.  He moans.  We are joined by the jerker—jerking.  I’m right there.  My tongue enters his young pucker.  Now he groans.  He lets me eat him out for a long time.

I come up for air.  “Fuck me,” he whispers.  I am about to tell him I don’t have any Magnums on me, when he adds, “Raw.”

I just nod.  And drop back to eat him a little more.  I work a ton of spit into his hole.  I grease my cock with just a small smear of lube.  I am going to have to be careful that I don’t blow instantly—I’ve had a lot of play and a lot of time there. 

I stand up.  I slip into him.  Like he was made for my cock.  No stress at all—but tight and clingy.

 He moans. 

The jerker jerks.

I fuck.  Slowly—more for myself than for him.  But soon I am slamming into that hard bubble butt.  I am getting close.  Fast.

And he cums.  It must shoot all over the new wall, but I can’t see it in the blackness.  He pulls off me…and my own potential orgasm subsides to nothing.  He lets me clean his cock a little.  Then pulls himself together, thanks me and takes off.

If this was fantasy--- I would have bred him—or taken him home for an all night rut in my motel.  But, no…but damn, he was hot….

Another hour or so passes.  More head given and gotten.

I go back in the straight theatre.  It’s late.  I know I should leave.  I stand just inside the door way.  Two guys are sitting on the new back ledge.  Both are stroking.  Both near my age.  The one closest to me has a mustache and is in dress clothes.  The other, slightly more portly, has on jeans and a flannel shirt---straight from the semi I’m sure he’s parked in the overnight lot behind the theatre.  Both have nice cocks.  And wedding bands that glint in the light from the projected video.  They don’t eye each other.  They just stroke and make an occasional comment about the girl between the two men on the screen.

I watch them for a while.  They seem oblivious to me.  Finally I sit down between them.  I pull out my cock.  I stroke with them.  Comments have stopped.  Just the sound of our hands and lube on cocks.

Finally—“Help a guy out?”  It’s the business type.  He’s looking at me.  He has stopped stroking to show off his cock.  Wordlessly I slip down to the floor.  I take him to the root.  I begin to suck in earnest.  He cums.  Silently, but for a slight intake of breath—from all those years of making sure not to wake the kids when he shoots.  I am aware of the trucker watching us as I clean his cock.  I stay on the floor as the business men zips and leaves.

“Come here, man.”  He says it low.  Not a command, but asking for service.  “Give me some of that hot mouth.”  I expect him to want me to rinse my mouth out from my water bottle, but no.  He just wants head.  Now.

I have to work really hard to get him off.  He occasionally touches my face—and seems thrown when he encounters a beard.  But he shoots.  And whimpers for a second.  Then—“That was really nice.  I’ll sleep well now…”  He does up his jeans without cleaning his cock off.  He ambles out into the hall. 

I’m left alone on the floor, my cock rampant.  I hear James Deen behind me, fucking loudly and about to shoot across the blondes face on screen. 

I look down at my cock and let one large drop of saliva mixed with jizz fall on the shiny shaft. 

I close my eyes.

I stroke…

"Put It In My Ass"

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