"You Wanna Taste This?"

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"They Look Like Twins"

Indianapolis, IN—January, 2018

I did have one other encounter in January.  I don’t really need to do a post for it, but...  While working in rural Indiana and we had a Sunday off, I went to The Works, the second bathhouse in Indianapolis.  Sunday afternoon at a bathhouse—sounds logical, yes? 

I used to go to The Works for play and then stay the night as I commuted to a job in Tennessee.  I always thought of The Works for cock sucking and The Club for fucking.  For some reason (and I really don’t know now) I stopped going.  It was certainly starting to show wear or perhaps I wanted to fuck more, but I just stopped.   

But I’d read on BBRT, The Works was about to start hosting Cum Union parties.  I wanted to see the place again, even though I knew I couldn’t go to the first CU party.  I found it in much better shape.  There was now a sling room and an expanded play area in a video room.  That was to the good.  

The day, though, was kind of a bust.  I did find a couple of guys who wanted suck me, but they were really not very good.  One was handsome enough, but those teeth!!  I swallowed a load in the steam room after about 5 seconds of sucking.  This part of the post doesn’t get the “Bad Sex” label or the “Odd.”  Do I need to create a “Ho-Hum Sex” label?

*****

Memphis, TN—February, 2018

I made my usual job related trip to Memphis.  I went to the same bookstore I’d found the year before on my only evening off.  There is one “theatre” where mismatched chairs are in poorly aligned rows to look at the small television showing grainy straight porn.  You now get to it by walking through the arcade, where the doors look like they’d fall off the hinges if they ever got used.   There is still a bathroom where men scope out each other at side by side urinals.  There is also that small side room with nothing but a block to support yourself as you bend over…

I sit in the back row.  It’s really dark.  The screen is so small it throws out no extra light at all.  I am very aware of sex noises happening in the blackest corner.  Finally my eyes adjust.  A big bear of a man is hunched over giving head.  He totally blocks the man he’s sucking.  From the sounds the recipient is making, the head must be terrific.  The sucker works harder.  The sounds of orgasm are unmistakable.  Looking like he’s just run a marathon or he’s just learning how to walk, the recipient pushes by the sucker and me, doing up his zipper, on his way to the bathroom.  I can see he is a good looking guy, but not much else.

The sucker turns to me.  Of course I’ve gotten my dick out to jack to the terrific aural of the blowjob, not the threeway (I think) that’s on the screen.  The sucker looks like he’s just pitched camp and cut the firewood for the evening.  He finds a stray strand of cum in his Grizzly Adams beard and licks his finger clean.  He moves down the two seats between us to be next to me.  He licks his lips.  I pause for only a millisecond.  I nod.  And he bends to take me in his mouth.

Oh, fuck!   He’s great.  This is how a blowjob is supposed to be.  His tongue is constantly on the move, the suction is good, there’s a ton of spit—maybe it’s cum?!—and he’s found a great rhythm.  His beard is tickling my balls.  Woof!

He works on me a long time.  I have a moment early on where I think I might give him my load.  Nope, my cock thinks differently and  it continues to just enjoy the expert sucking.

He finally stops.  “Are you ever going to cum?”  It’s a much higher voice than I expect from this big bear.  I explain I rarely get off with sucking—no matter how good.  He thanks me.  I thank him.  He goes off to his waiting dinner, saying “You’ll have no problem finding someone who wants that big thang.”

I go into the back room.  The good looking guy is there.  The moment I enter, he gets on his knees, his mouth open.   I feed him.  He’s no here near as good, but certainly not bad.  It’s fun to be in charge.  I fuck my big, wet dick into his mouth.  My fucking his face makes him knead his recently spent cock through his pants.  And it also gives him an idea.  He gets up and lies on the block, his head hanging over the edge.  I lower my cock into his mouth.  I fuck deeper and deeper into his throat.  He gags.  And loves it.  He’s now hard under his fly.  I pump into his face.   Going extra deep every so often to make his gag reflex go off.

He sits up after a dozen or so times of this.  “I wish I could get your load.” 

I explain again.  We break.  I go back to the back row—and sit in the corner chair where he was.

I stroke to the porn—are they pirates doing her?

The good looking guy finds me.  He unzips.  “I know what you need,”  he hisses.  He feeds me his cock.  I suck him.  He holds my head still and fucks my face—except he doesn’t have enough dick to gag me.  But he does have another load.  Not big—but it fires with real strength into my mouth.  I swallow hungrily.  He pats my head and leaves.

I stroke.

I really want another cock to suck.

A 30-something Black man comes in.  He sits next to me.  He’s drop dead gorgeous.  He pulls out a very large dick.  We stroke in silence.

“Stand up,” he whispers.  I think he wants to suck me.  I stand.  But he does, too.  I’m confused.  “Look at our dicks.”  I do.  “They look like twins!”   He gestures me to put mine side by side with his, but facing the other way.  My cock drools into his tight corkscrewed pubes.  We are exactly the same length.  The same girth.  Big mushroom heads.  In Black and White.  “I need to suck me some of that.”

He gets to his knees and I am treated to my third good blowjob.  Sloppy and wet.  When his knees tire, he stands back up.  I offer him a guiding hand as he slips on the floor.  He surprises me with a wet, pre-cummy kiss.  “Now suck me like that.”

I go to my knees.  I take him as deep as I am able.  He hands me poppers.  I hit them and am able to take him to the root.  Repeatedly. 

And I cum.  Right between his legs.  Puddles and puddles of it.

He pulls out and, with a quick grunt, white washes my beard.  He pushes it back into my face and lets me clean up every drop.

A Stranger In a New Playground

Memphis—February, 2017

I made it easily to Memphis the next day.  I loved having the freedom of my car instead of being at the mercy of the airlines and cabbing it to the conference hotel.  I checked in, got the conference material, had an early dinner and realized I had the night off.  I briefly looked online, but having been burnt often on the hook up sites in this town—and having my car for the first time—I decided to head out to one of the bookstores I found listed. 

I’d like to say I found it easily, but I didn’t.  It was hidden away at the back of a parking lot, surrounded, rather surprisingly to me, by other strip mall businesses.  I went in.  There were the usual movies to rent and a few sex toys and lubes.  I knew they had both an arcade and a theatre.  I chose the theatre.  I paid the cheapest price I have ever paid to get into this type of establishment.  The attendant pointed to an archway on my right.  I walked in…

It’s not that dark.  It’s a large room with about 30 mismatched chairs, most facing a rather small television.  There are also chairs against the wall with the entrance arch.  I sit there for a moment and look around.  Another arch seems to lead to the arcade.  I look at television.  The movie is old and grainy.  I look at the men watching it.  There are maybe seven seated and three or four leaning on various walls—some looking at the screen, some at me—the newcomer.  I look again.  Yup.  There is one other white guy here.  A couple of Latinos.  The rest are Black.

I am not sure of the rules.  The space is wide open.  There is a direct sightline to the main counter in the store.  No one has their dick out.  Traffic is going constantly back and forth towards the arcade.  I’m beginning to think I should have gotten an admission for both.

A handsome man, mid 30’s and dressed in a suit is near the opening of the arch, leaning on the wall.  He’s maybe 6 foot tall, with a trim build and his black hair is cut close to his scalp.  He has one foot on the wall.  Lounging.  That classic, ‘I’m available’ stance.  He is staring straight at me.  He squeezes his crotch.  I do the same with mine where my cock is mounding my jeans nicely.  He squeezes again and jerks his head toward the door to the arcade.  He squeezes once more and leaves.  I follow. He goes into a door on the left before we hit the arcade aisle.  I take a deep breath and follow him in.

It’s a restroom.  Two urinals and a toilet.  He is at one of the urinals, his hips plastered against the cracked, yellowed porcelain.  I unzip and stand at the other, my cock on full display.  I am able to piss as my dick begins to lengthen.  The man steps back to show me his hard member.

I wait a moment.  I shake off the final drop and I go to my knees, taking his 7 + inches to the root.

“Yeah,” he hisses.  “But not here.”

I pull off his dick.  “Sorry. I don’t know the rules.”

“I didn’t think I’d seen you before.  Let’s go to the backroom.”

We both zip up and I follow him out.  We go back into the theatre and I see there is another door I hadn’t noticed up by the television.  We go through it.  It’s was likely once a broom closet—but big enough for 6 or 7 guys.  There is bench at the right height for guys to be bent over.

“You get fucked?  You here for some big Black dick in your ass?”  he asks as he unzips again and starts fisting his meat.

I take my cock out.  “I’m all top for anal.  But I love to suck if you want me to continue.”  I get on my knees before he has time to answer.

He’s big but slender enough to go right down my throat.  He grunts in pleasure.  I suck him for a good seven or eight minutes.  One of the Latinos looks in the door.  He smirks and leaves us alone.

My man blows what feels like a sizable load down my throat.  I lick up every drop. 

I stand up.  My cock now finally at full hardness.  “Damn, man.  You’re huge.”

“Thanks.”

“You fuck with that thing, right?”

I assure him I do.

“I know a couple of guys here who’d love that thing.”  He goes on to tell me to hang around and he’ll spread the word.

We go back out into the theatre.  I sit along the back wall by the arch to the arcade.  “Take it out and show it off,” my new friend tells me.  I am now out of range of the front desk, so I do.  I get lots of looks, lots of caressing hands as guys go to the arcade.  Even from a straight, white couple who come through on their way for her to suck some dick in a booth.

Soon enough my new friend is back leading a bashful looking young man.  He’s late 20’s, a cub in size, and has a very full bubble butt stretching his khakis to the limit.  “He wants you to fuck him bare and to breed him.”

We head to the back room.  I let them go first as I do up my pants.  When I get there, the young man is bent and ass up—showing off those luscious, black mounds of flesh.  I open my pants and surprise them both by dropping to my knees and starting to rim him.

“Fuck, you are a dirty fucker,” the guy I sucked whispers.  He has his recently spent dick out again and is jerking.  I keep rimming as the door constantly opens.  When I stand up, five or six guys have crowded in—enough that they can’t shut the door.

I stand up and enter the wet ass.  I am told in hushed tones to “fuck him good” and “stick that white dick in his black ass.”  And yes, the color contrast of my pale, pale skin and his deep ebony are startling and arousing. 

I fuck slowly.  Deliberate strokes.  Three of the new arrivals take dicks out, too.  I speed up the tempo.  My hips slam hard against his full ass.  I finally need to slow down.  I pull out (and silently thank the dedicated bottom for arriving prepared.)  I turn to my new friend.  “Do you want a turn?”

“Naw, but he does.”  He motions to the guy closest to me.  He’s very young and has a dick that is a mirror image of mine, but in black.

He spits on his dick and enters the upturned ass I just left.  “You got him really wet,” he says loudly.  He goes to town and is soon grunting out his orgasm.  I kneel and when he pulls out, I tell him to stick his drooling dick in my mouth.

He hesitates and my new friend claps him on the shoulder telling him to do it.  “Give this nasty fucker what he wants.”  He does.  And loves it the moment my tongue touches his spent cock.

I lick him clean.  I felch just a little—again to the amazement of the others.  I am ready to blow a load myself.  I stand up and stick my dick into the cummy, silky mess.  I fuck him hard.  The bottom is grunting on every stroke.  He begins to plead with me to load him.

“Take it!”  I begin spewing into him.  I bend over him and hang on, it’s such an intense orgasm.  When I stand up the room is empty but for the first guy, still stroking his revived cock.

The bottom thanks me.  

I swat him on the ass.  “Two dicks and two loads.  That’s a good afternoon.”

He grins and leaves.

“You want this dick again?” says the guy in the suit.  “I could blow one right now.”

I get to my knees and take his second load down my throat.

Churned

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The Hot One

Memphis—February, 2014

My string of luck continued.  The next night, I corresponded with the hottest man of the trip.  His profile picture showed a thoroughly worked out chest with an extensive tribal design that started on his shoulder and swooped around and down his side and vaguely pointed at his crotch.  I could only assume it wrapped around his back as well.  His head was shaved.  His tanned face showed strong cheek bones accented by a thin, stylized goatee.  He gave his age as 38—and it could have been that or anything up to 45.  He looked like he would have fit right in with the models on any Raging Stallion video.

He “smiled” at me-with that stupid I-can’t-think-of-anything-to-say feature of most hook-up sites.

We talked.  He wanted to get fucked—but there was a caveat. 

“What?” I asked.

“My partner would like to come too.  Is that ok with you?”

“Of course.”  We set the time and I told him my room number.

They were late—but they did send me a text to say clean out had run long.  The knock on the door came just as I was tying my left boot.  I adjusted my swelling cock in my jock and looked through the spy hole.

 

It’s him.  You can’t disguise that body even with a heavy jacket.  He steps in with a ‘hi’ and a hug.  His partner comes around the corner.  He’s big.  Not sloppy, but hardly trim.  I guess about my age.  I assume that he buys the gym membership for his partner.  He certainly doesn’t have one for himself.  We shake hands. 

“I like to watch my boy get worked over,” the older man announces as he drops his pants.  So much for my fantasy of sharing his hole.  I turn to the hot one.  He’s already naked but for a blue jock.  He’s truly stunning.  He makes a beeline for the floor in front of me where he kneels and starts mouthing the pouch of my jock.

My cock is soon out and buried to the hilt.  The partner finishes stripping, kneading a mound of balls and cock flesh.  He flops down on the far side of the fuck bed.

My cock is hard and dripping.  I really want it up this hot hole.  I help the hot one up and lead him to the bed.  “Bend.”  He places his hands on the mattress, his feet spread apart.  I kneel and get the first taste of his hole. 

Amazing.

I burrow in.  He’s trimmed the hair in his ass crack, but not annoyingly.  I wet his pucker, pushing deep with each stroke of my tongue.  I leave him wet and dripping. 

I stand.

“Fuck him hard.”

I push in.  The hot one groans and tells me to pound his hole.  I start fucking.  Roughly.  Holding him down on the bed by the neck.  The boyfriend gets a glimmer of an erection.   I pound the hot one’s ass until the frame of the bed starts squeaking.

I pause.  “Up on all fours,” I tell him.  He gets his legs under him, ready for the next assault of his worked out butt.  I take it.  I own it for these few minutes.

Another moment of involvement from the partner:  I pull out of the hot one and he leans across to lick my cock.  “I love the taste of his ass,” he murmurs. 

But he does nothing else for the rest of the fuck but knead his petite cock.  And I don’t care. 

I have the hot one ride me.  He strips off the jock and tosses it on the floor before he settles down on my dick.  I want to look up and see that magnificent body impaling himself on the column of my cock.  I want to see his eyes roll back into his head as he bounces.  I want to see his decent sized cock flop in rhythm to the fuck.  See the muscles of his pecs tense.  Watch his face turn red as the poppers hit.  Feel the steady drip of precum falling on my flat stomach as he rides me.

But I can’t cum this way.

They were late.  It has to be short and sweet tonight.

“Back on all fours.”  But I’m fully on the bed, kneeling behind him.  The hot one’s head is buried in the pillow after a huge hit of poppers.  I enter him roughly.

“You want this load?”

He grunts an affirmative into the pillow.

But I want to hear the words.  I pull his head up.  “What did you say?”

“Breed me.  Please.”

“Breed him good,” I hear from the man on the side of the bed.

I pull all the out and sink it into him.

Once.

Twice.

Three—I let fly.  My cum pumps deep.  I bark out my orgasm.  It’s loud.  My head hits the pillow beside his. 

I let my cock drain into his ass.  I don’t want to move.  But the Boyfriend is stirring and ready to dress and go.  They thank me profusely and leave.

Only then do I see it.  There is huge puddle of jizz that I fucked out of the hot one pooling on the expensive sheets…

His Master's Load

Memphis—February, 2014

The next day, I was online during my lunch break.  A man hit me up.  He loved the picture of my cock.  “I want you to fuck me,” he wrote.  I looked at his pictures.  They showed a well preserved man of about my age.  There was the requisite butt shot bent over a bed.  A dick shot in the bathroom mirror.  And a face shot.  His head was shaved.  He sported a tightly cropped goatee.  He smirked at the camera in a way that appealed to me.  I told him I was not able to play until late night—would he be available then?  “Yes,” he wrote back, “if my Master will let me.” 

Wait…

“Are you allowed to play?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied, “if I ask first."

“Please ask him.”

“Oh, I will.  He’s fucking me after dinner.”

“Okay,” I told him.  “Let’s do this.  If he’s ok with it, bring me his load in your ass.”

“That’s hot,” he typed back.  “I will be there at 11:00 fully loaded.”    

 

He’s late.  It’s 11:05. 

11:07  A knock.

I open the door.

“I’m sorry.  We had a marathon session.”  He comes in and takes off his jacket, tossing it on the sleeping bed.  He sits on the corner of it and starts removing his shoes.  “He fucked me for three hours straight.”

“Really…”  I remove my pants and add them to the pile of clothes collecting on the made bed.

“Yeah, my holes kind of sore.  Go easy.”

Brady is now naked.  He smiles and gets on all fours on the bed that is obviously prepped for play.  His ass is right on the edge of the bed.  He knows just what I want.  To sink my tongue in there…

I kneel behind him.  The sight of ass like that never ceases to arouse me.  The smell of sex still clings to him.  I lean forward, spreading his cheeks apart slightly.  His hole is puffy and used.  I look at it, then lean in until my tongue connects with his pucker.  He jumps like I gave him a shock.  My tongue goes into him.  Deep.  His hole is moist.  I can taste his Master’s load right there.  Salty and slightly bitter.  A smoker is my guess.  I moan in the back of my throat and go in again.  I’m deeper this time.  Brady pushes slightly and lets me have more cum on my tongue.  I stand up, lean over him and cock his head towards me.  I spit it right into his mouth.  He gasps and swallows.  I can see the ‘thank you’ in his eyes.

I eat more.  I keep it this time.  I swallow it hungrily.  My cock is hurting, it’s so hard.  I stand up and push just the head into his puffy hole.

“Argh!”  He bites down on his wrist, cutting off the sound. 

I don’t move.  I just let my dick head marinate in his Master’s load.

I inch in.  Inch after inch.  I hold after every one of those inches.  The heat from his ass is palpable.  I move again.  I’m buried to the hilt.  I hold.

Brady pants.  When his breath slows, he says two words.  “Fuck me.”

But I don’t.  I pull my cock out just as slowly as I went in.  The flared head brings a huge glob of semen.  I lean over him and lick it up.  I lick his hairless ass until there is no trace of jism.  My cock is drooling its own precum.  I smear it down his ass crack.

I hold my cock against his puffy, red hole.  Once again I work my rigid cock into him.  Almost as slowly.  But with a steady drive.  I hold, my cock hitting bottom.

“Please,” he whispers.  “Fuck me.  In his load.”

And I do…

Putting It In

Memphis—February, 2014

After spending hours online finding someone to fuck the day before, the next night I lined up a guy in no time at all.  He was young, showing a round mound of ass that filled the frame of his main picture.  His cock pic was dark, but I didn’t much care.  A body pic was also dark but showed a trim young man.  There was no face pic at all. 

He told me he wanted to be fucked hard.  I told him that I wasn’t available until 11pm.  He didn’t care.  I told him I fucked raw.  He typed back one letter:   “K.”  He knocked at my door at 10:59pm, the moment I was done with business…

 

I open the door.  Damn, he’s hot.  I won the lottery.  He’s under 30 years old and Latino—something his pics had not revealed being so poorly lit.  His jet black hair is buzzed short.  He removes his leather jacket.  I can see his worked out chest under the red t-shirt. His ass fills his faded jeans.  And he’s nervous.  I’m naked but for a jock and white socks.  I gesture to one of the chairs by the hotel window to pile his clothes.  As he strips, I turn down the spread on one of the two beds in the room.  I fold it neatly at the foot.  It then promptly slips to a wrinkled mass on the floor. 

Luis, he tells me, steps toward me, still in his designer underwear.  He comes over to me slowly. I go in for a kiss.  He evades that by slipping to the floor and grabbing the pouch of my jock.  He pulls out my lengthening cock.  He smiles up at me and takes it in his mouth.  “Get it good and wet,” I tell him. 

I pull him up by his armpits.  His cock is tenting his underwear.  I kneel and pull them down in one swift movement.  I take his slightly larger than average cock into my mouth.  I work the foreskin back with my lips and tongue.   He pulls abruptly out of my mouth.  He’s horned and ready and afraid of shooting.  I push him gently towards the bed without getting up.  He bends over it, feet still on the floor.  His ass is inches from my face.  I bury my face in it.  He’s smooth—except for right around his hole.  My tongue pushes into him.  He squirms back on it.  He tastes of soap and a slight sheen of sweat.  I continue to push deeper, eating him out.  “Agh…agh…” he grunts in rhythm with each thrust of my tongue. 

I have to enter him.  I stand up.  My cock is lined up perfectly.  Luis beats me to it.  He reaches back and lines me up with his spit shined pucker.  I push forward.  “ARGH!” He grabs a pillow and buries his head into the middle of it.   I am lost in sensation.  He’s super tight.  I have to go slowly.  I press forward ever so slowly.  By the time I’m all the way in, he’s whimpering.  I ask if he’s ok.  He lifts his head and just nods.  I pull slightly out.  Push in.  A little farther out.  In.  Still farther.  In. 

Now I’m fucking him with long strokes.  His hand goes to his cock.  He starts to jerk.  I slap at his wrist, grab it and hold it behind his back.  He’s not getting off in the first few strokes.  I fuck until I need to catch my breath. 

I pull out and lie on the bed.  “Ride me.”  Luis comes around and hovers above my wet dick head.  Once again he lines my cock up with his hole.  He slowly sits down.  I watch his face.  It’s all concentration.  And raw desire.  He starts to ride me.  His hands are too busy supporting himself to touch his bobbing cock.  Soon he’s impaling himself, deep, with a squishy, wet, smacking sound on every thrust.  He’s panting.  I’m panting.  Luis collapses forward onto my chest.  I hold him for a moment before we move.

I roll him off me.  I get up, grab his legs.  I pull him around so he’s on his back, his legs on my shoulders as I stand on the floor.  Once again he reaches down and inserts my cock into his now gaping hole.  I no longer need to fuck slowly.  I’m at full speed as soon as I’m in.  Luis’ hand reaches for his cock again.  I let him jack.  I’m actually close. 

Luis grunts out his orgasm.  I fuck his cum out of him, thrusting deep each time he spurts.  After 5 or 6 spurts—with his ass clenching on my cock—I start to seed him.  I spurt just as many times.  I bend forward, keep my cock in place, and let Luis’s cum coat my chest. 

I thrust one last time.  Luis reaches down and helps pull me out.  He races to the bathroom.  I know he’s trying to shit me out.  But my seed is too deep.  There is no need to flush as he leaves the bathroom.  He dresses, smiles tentatively at me and takes my load home with him.

Gloryhole

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