House Party: All That Cum (Part Two)

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You Want to Lick my Hole, Don’t You?

 Indianapolis—December, 2024

Friday afternoons at the bathhouse had been great.  This one, mid-month, proved to be just as good…

 

It is cramped in the sauna.  But two men eagerly move apart and offer me the seat between them.  I sit and flop my towel open.  Both men gape at my hardening cock.  They look at each other, back at my dick and then at each other again.

“You want to go first?”

“You can…”

“Thanks…”

And the guy on my left moves in front of me and begins to suck.  The other man strokes himself with one hand and rubs my chest with the other.  Other men, watching us, begin to couple up.  My sucker is not particularly attractive, but he has a mouth that is incredible.  I am dripping precum almost instantly.

“Let me,” says the other guy.  They change places.  He is almost as good.  I idly stroke the tiny erection of the first man, who sits back in place.  Stroke isn’t exactly the right word, as there is very little shaft to wrap my fingers around.  I just smear his juices around the wet head of his cock with two fingers.  He grabs my hand, licks the fingers clean and releases me to rub it some more.

Across from us a man gets off in someone’s mouth.  Noisily.  My sucker stops, turns and goes to investigate.  This let’s the better sucker do round two.  He sucks me until he overheats.

I need to cool down, too.  I wander.  I find a dark figure in the sucker side of the slurp ramp.  We trade off on some cocksucking.  I never see him, he purposely stays in the darkest corner, whether he is giving or receiving.  I know he’s decently hung and hairy.  But that’s about all. 

I go up to the top floor and sit in the bigger TV room.  I find a distinguished looking white man, sitting in the low chair, jerking to the porn and waiting for a helping hand.  I give him my mouth instead.  He moans and tells me he loves my tongue.  I lick and suck for a good five minutes.  Finally, he asks me to stop as he doesn’t want to lose his load yet.

I sit on the back bench behind him and stroke to the porn.  A cocksucker comes in.  He sucks me first.  Then the guy in the chair.  A very hot younger white man, maybe 40, comes in.  He has a long, but stylish, beard.  His chest hair has to trimmed as it looks too perfect with little tufts of it right where it should be—and a vast acreage of dark curly hair between his nipples and down to his belly button.  He moves to me and drops his towel.  He has a bigger cock the curves upward.

“Suck me, daddy.”

I do.  I worry with upward curves about my teeth and how tight the dick can feel in my throat.  But he’s loving it.  He finally pulls me to my feet.  He focuses on my dick, swollen and dripping, for the first time.  I think we are about to reverse.

“Well, fuck, Daddy.  That cock needs to be in my ass.” 

I shrug and tell him to turn around.  He does.  He bends, holding onto the built-in bench where I was sitting.  His ass is firm and round.  And hairy.  I dive in, tonguing his hole and luxuriating with the feel of the tight curls of hair on my cheeks.  He groans now, telling me to get his hole wet.  This excites the guy in the chair, too.  He turns and watches us instead of the porn.  I spit one last time on his pucker.  I stand up and my lubed cock pushes at his tight starfish.  I slide in easily as he gasps—and takes a hit of poppers.  I wait.  They hit.  His hole relaxes and I fuck.  Hard.  He eggs me on, telling me to rearrange his guts.

“Fuck, you’re big.”

“You can take it.”

“Every inch…”

He grabs his own curved cock.  He strokes it two times and erupts with a massive load all over the floor.

I pull out.  My cock is dirty.  He’s all apologies, as I go to wash and he mops up the floor with his towel…

*

I sit back in the big TV room.  Alone.  I was pretty sure I’d be breeding the bearded guy, but now I sit and stroke, waiting.  A naked man comes in wearing a puppy mask.  It’s the mixed-race guy with the dyed hair—the one who loves to take cock at both ends and who I finally bred here in this room.  I know it’s him, though I cannot see his face at all.  He kneels in front of me.  The mask is raised enough for him to suck my cock.  Soon, he overheats with it on and rips it off.  Now he can really devour my dick.  He makes himself gag on me.  Over and over.  The deep throat spittle is used to coat my balls.  He has remembered how much I love having them licked.  When they are good and sloppy, I tell him I want to fuck him.  He bends, holding the ledge.  My wet ball sack smacks his ass on every stroke, filling the room.

I pull out.  He spins and cleans my cock.  I sit on the edge of the ledge and let him do it.  He pulls the sack up.  He licks the cock ring, worming his tongue between them—just as I taught him.  And then a little lower on the perineum, and back up again to the ring.  And down.  A little farther.  His tongue brushes my tight pucker, though it’s an awkward position.  Once more, he hits it before tonguing up to the balls.

“You want to lick my hole, don’t you?” I murmur.

His eyes lock mine and he nods.

“Say it…”

“I really want to taste your ass, Sir.”

This is new for us.  I roll back, braced against the wall.  He adjusts my butt and tentatively licks across my pucker.  He moans.  He does it again.  And again, this time his tongue lingering.  It hardens—and he burrows into me.  He is breathing heavily, the more he rims me.  I actually wonder if he’s cumming while doing it.

“Now kiss me.”  I roll forward and we kiss.  I taste my hole on his tongue.  When I pull out of it, he melts into a lump of sprawling arms and legs.  “I need to fuck you.”  He comes back to life and presents his ass.  I fuck him hard.

“Let’s go to the bench,” I suggest.

We do.  We even find a man to face fuck him as I plow his hole again.

And suddenly, I shoot.  But it’s that ‘release of semen’ kind of shooting I’m doing in the last few years—there is no real euphoric feeling with it.  And I stay hard.  I churn my cum in his hole.  I go my knees and eat some out.  I save it in my mouth and bring it to his head.  He cranes up to taste my load (though the other guy takes off—this is too much for him.)  We snow ball my cum.  He swallows.

I fuck a little more.  This time he cleans the load off my cock.

We go down to his room.  I sit on the bed, thinking he wants to ride me.  But instead, he pushes me back so my ass is available for his tongue.  He invades me.  Fucking me with his hard, pointed tongue.  I stroke my dick.

“I want you to shoot again,” he tells me when he stops to gasp for air.

It feels great.  And is so unexpected, I think I will do it for him.

He goes back to licking the length of my hairy crack.  And then starts drilling of my hole once more.  Slobbering vast amounts of spittle as he does it.

“Oh, fuck…FUCK!”

I shoot.  All over my chest.  He stands up and begins using that same tongue to clean up every drop of semen…

"I Really Want to Breed You This Time..."

 Indianapolis—December, 2024

 

I had the afternoon off on the first Friday of the month.  Last week, Friday had been a very good day at the baths.  I packed a lunch for the drive home and got there right at noon.  I wasn’t disappointed…

 

I am in the sauna, on the top bench.  It is filled with men.  Often that can mean no one touches anyone else until it thins out.  Not today.  Hand jobs and blow jobs are happening with various pairs of men.  A pot-bellied guy, wearing a fishing hat, is on me first.  He’s adequate, but gives up fast when I don’t shoot in four minutes.  The man next to me, around my age and just as thin, goes down on me from the side.  He likes my cock so much he moves to the lower bench for a better angle.  He stops when he overheats.

The men are leaving the sauna.  The word is that the steam room has been fixed and is up and running.  I go in, leaving my towel behind on a hook.  There are maybe ten of us in here, I can’t quite tell.  I have come in at the end of a cycle of steam, so I only see shadowy figures.  I sit for a moment by the door, as it’s too crowded to get around the corner to the back.  The steam kicks in.  Hands are everywhere.  At least three men are stroking my chest, my cock and my thighs.  Now heads emerge from the steam.  One licks my nipples and another sucks my cock.  It is wonderfully anonymous; I couldn’t possibly tell who is licking me.  And I don’t care. 

A hand comes out of the steam.  It might be the guy who was licking my nipples—but I can’t tell.  His hand goes to the back of my head and he pulls me towards his rampant cock.  I swallow him.  He gasps.  The anonymous man on my cock pulls off it as I am now bent forward.  But another man—or maybe it’s him—crawls on the floor to come up to lick my balls, then my cock.  For a brief moment I have a man on my dick, a dick in my mouth, a cock in my left hand and another one slapping my shoulder.

And just as fast, they are gone into the swirling mists of steam…

*

I am up in the big TV room, after dying myself off in the sauna.  It is almost as active.  I sit and a series of three men come along and try out my cock.  None of them expect a load.  I barely have time to stroke between mouths.  The best one does my balls as well.

A very handsome man with a long, thin dick is sitting in the chair.  He has gotten as much attention as I have.  Suddenly, we are the only two left in the room.   I get up and kneel in front of him.  His long dick goes deep.  I am very happy to be the sucker for a bit.  He seems to like what I’m doing; he keeps rubbing my head in encouragement.

The door opens.  A larger man with a shaved head, who I have sucked off in previous visits, comes in.  He watches—and soon he is in the handsome man’s mouth (the first time I’d seen this handsome guy suck.)  Soon the large guy and I trade—he kneels and the handsome man gets a taste of me.  For at least 20 minutes, we have a round robin of sucking cock.  Occasionally, we welcome a fourth cock into our suckfest, but they rarely stay long.  The three of us are totally into each other.  Just once, I thought I was going to get a load out of long and thin, but I don’t. We are all there just for the pleasure, not the release.

When we finally need to give our knees a break, I take a tour of the rooms on that floor.  Only one has an open door.  An incredibly hot ass is on display.  I go in, kneel and pull apart the dark chocolate-colored cheeks.  He gasps as my tongue burrows into him.  I poke and prod and lick his hole open.  I stand up and grease up my cock.  My cock head touches his now wet hole.

“No!  Fingers first!” he demands.  He’s more than ready for my cock, but I do what he says.  First one, then two.  He groans as a third goes into him.

“Now your dick,” he instructs.  I work it in easily.  But he tells me to go slow.  “A little at a time,” he moans.  His ass has opened so easily he has swallowed me to the root on the first stroke.  I say nothing; I just stand still.  Finally, I grind my pubes against his butt cheeks, as if I’d just gotten there. 

I begin to stroke, slow and easy.  “Slower!”  That would be not moving at all.  So I stop.  I am finally given the go ahead, but he is bent on walking me through how to fuck.  I speed up a little. But that is too much.  I finally just pull out, slap his gorgeous ass and leave.

I tour the facility once more.  It is beginning to clear now that it is almost 2 pm.  I look for either of the cocksuckers I’d played with for so long, but they are gone.  I go down to the wet area.  The mixed-race guy with the dyed hair is in the shower.  His eyes light up as he sees me. 

“You up for a fuck?” I ask. 

“Always for you.”

My ego preens just a little.  We agree to meet upstairs in the big TV room as soon as he’s done.

I go up.  He joins me very fast, still slightly damp.  I sit in the chair that is low to the floor.  He sprawls out in front of me, sucking me cock effortlessly.  He does my balls.  He instinctively knows that tongue-between-ball-sack-and-cockring trick that I normally have to tell men about.  My cock is juicing like crazy as he does it.  His tongue mops me up—and he goes back to doing it a little more, this time licking my perineum, too.

“Please fuck me!”

We change places.  His knees are on the arms of the chair, spreading his ass wide open. I lick him.  Hard and demanding.  He keeps begging for my cock.  But he loves my tongue.  He gets hard as I eat his hole—but he refuses to touch himself.  I squeeze some precum out of him and mop it on his fuckhole.  He groans.  “Please, Daddy…”

I stand up and sink into him.  He feels great.  And he lets me fuck him the way I want.  Today it’s hard and fast.  I have never loaded him—and I want him to take the seed I’ve been building up from my cumless visits this past week.

“Your cock feels so good.  Even bigger…”

That makes the head swell some more.  I pull out and eat his hole once more.  Now he can’t help himself, he begins to jerk his dick.  I do a final spit on his pucker and drill into him again.

“You want my load, man?”

“Oh, fuck…”

“Do you?”

“I’ve always wanted it.”

I fuck harder.  And faster.

“I really want to breed you this time…”

“Do it!”

And that does it.  My cock swells even more and I begin to fire a massive load into him.  The load I’ve not shot all week.  I fire off spurt after spurt.  His body trembles.  I know I have given him an assgasm.   I hold onto him, even tighter, as my last drops of cum dribble into him.

I don’t move.  I can’t.

But I do.  Eventually.  I pull out.  He swivels around and cleans my dick.  I felch just a little—grabbing the cum trying to escape his ass.  I come around to his head and we kiss, sharing the cum I’ve just collected.

We break.  Both panting.

“I swear I could feel every spurt,” he breathes.

“That was just what I needed,” I murmur.

“You can breed my hole anytime…”

"Fuckin' Felch It!"

 Indianapolis—November, 2023

I had one last day to myself before two heavy workdays and the drive home.  The bathhouse seemed the logical place to go as I had had such a good variety of sex (and men) there.  I took off, driving into town, a slightly different way.  I got there a little earlier than somedays, just after noon.

It was a Thursday.  A good number of cars were in the parking lot.  I got my locker and stripped down to jock, boots and wrist band.  I tucked the lube in the waistband of the jock.  Next to me was a good-looking white guy, somewhere over 40.  He had maintained his long-ago gym worked body quite nicely.  He had sandy colored hair, cut short, and very blue eyes that were riveted to my dick as it got tucked into the pouch.  He headed upstairs, once a towel was wound around his waist.  I followed…

 

I check the small porn room.  One large man is there, staring blankly at the screen.  I continue to the big porn viewing area, the one with the padded floor.  The door is propped open.  The large screen is on but it is just glowing black.  It makes the room totally dark.  I carefully find my way to the bench at the back.  I can just make out an empty space and sit between two men.  I think it’s the sandy-haired guy to my right.  I can’t tell anything about the guy to my left.

I hear a blow job happening in the darkest corner.  I take out my cock and get it fully hard.  A man comes in and goes toward Sandy-Hair, though I doubt he can see him.  I hear them connect.  The new guy goes to his knees to suck S-H. 

“You can stroke my cock but not suck it.”

I sigh.  I won’t be headed there.

But I have an anonymous mouth on me right now.  Whoever is to my left, has leaned down to suck me.  It’s a lousy angle, so I turn towards him, trying to help.  He sucks me for another moment, then gets up and sticks his cock into my face instead.  I have no idea who I’m sucking—and I don’t care.

There are now three of us sucking dick and the guy, I guess, giving S-H a hand job.  All in the dark, not seeing much of anything but shadowy outlines.  From the direction of the darkest corner, I hear “Eat me out, man.  I want your dick…”

This turns on the guy who is in my mouth.  He begins fucking my face.  I soon am swallowing a thick, viscous load.  He pulls out of my mouth with no cleaning.  A new dick is shoved my way.  The guy I got off leaves as I suck the new guy. 

Eventually, I hear S-H get up and his stroker goes with him.   I keep sucking.  My eyes are adjusting.  I can see the shape, at least, of the man in my mouth.  He is well built, and my free hand discovers his hairy chest as I work to find a nipple to tweak. 

I hear the couple wanting to fuck leave.  The guy in my mouth begins pumping into me.  I think I’m getting another load, but he pulls out with a “I don’t want to cum yet.”  We walk out together.  It’s fun, in the light, to find him as hot as he felt.

I go down the steps thinking I am on my way to the sauna or steam room, towel on my shoulder

“Hey!”

It’s a blond man, white, gym built and anywhere from 35 to 45. 

“That’s some dick.”  He touches it, sliding his fingers lightly over the wetness.  My jerking while I sucked has left me sticky.  “You fuck?”

“Of course.”

He grins and leads me to his room in the basement.  He’s sprung for an expensive one with a double bed, porn on the television and a large mirror on the wall.  He asks me to sit on the end of the bed.  I do.  He kneels.   I watch him and his reflection in the mirror.  He gives me some very good head.  He loves dick—and you can tell with every flick of his tongue.

“You’re even bigger than I thought,” he says, coming up for air.  “Will you let me sit on it?”  Then as an afterthought, “Sir.”

I nod.  I grease up and lay back, my legs still dangling over the foot of the bed.  Blond Boy reaches for his own lube and smears some on his asshole—an asshole I have not even seen, much less licked.  He adjusts himself over me and sinks down on my cock.  He takes me easily.  He bottoms out and instantly starts bouncing on me. The act of impaling himself has loosened his tongue.  He begins a filthy litany of what my raw cock is doing to his fuck tunnel.  He goes on and on—and ends with “Fuck, you can do anything you like with me…”

His legs soon tire from the bounce.  He pulls off me.  With no urging, he instantly sucks his ass juices off my cock.  “Good, boy,” I tell him, “Now get on your knees.  No, at the edge of the bed.  I want to feast on your ass…”

He moves.  I kneel on the floor and do just what I have said.  His ass is incredibly wet.  I wonder if he has a load in him.  I finally wonder out loud, but he swears he hasn’t.  I lick and tongue and poke into him as deeply as I can.

I stand up and move to the mirror.  “I want you to see my cock going into that hot ass.”  I have him bend, hands against the wall for support, his body running parallel with the mirror.  He looks into the mirror, over his left arm.  I kneel behind him and he watches me bury my face in him once more.  Then I stand, slapping my engorged dick on his butt.  I push in.  He yelps and his eyes go wide.  Now he can’t take his eyes off the mirror as I fuck him.  Hard and fast.  I stop once to eat his hole once more, but go back to plowing into him.  I fuck.

“Now clean my cock.”

He spins and licks up all our combined juices.

“Will you cum in me, Sir?”

“You want me to?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Yeah—I want to load your butt.  But let’s not do it here.” 

He agrees that the sling is the place for him.  We go up two floors.  I get him in.  I eat his ass.  His moans draw in an older man who plays with Blond Boy’s nipples. 

I stand up and fuck.  The older guy backs away and out the door.  We really want to be alone anyway.  We can’t stop looking into each other’s eyes—seeing in them the hunger for the other man.  It’s electric.  And working on my cock.

I have only spent maybe 90 minutes here today, but I know this is the ass to take my load.  I think I knew it the moment he touched me in the stairwell.  I fuck him hard and fast.  He gasps.  His cock half erects—and then goes down again with the pounding.   It is drooling precum like a faucet.  I smear some onto my fingers and wipe it on my cock.  Blond Boy groans.  I wipe up more and stick my fingers in his mouth.  He sucks them ravenously, pulling them into his mouth until he gags.  His ass spasms with the gag, squeezing down on me in his ass.

 It's my turn to groan.  I pull out and eat his hole until I think I’m going to shoot.  I stand and slip in.  I fire off two or three rounds of sperm—but with very little feeling from me, just one deep guttural groan.  I stop fucking and go to my knees.

“Fuckin’ felch it,” Blond Boy groans out as my tongue invades him.  My cock is raging.  It needs to properly take me over the edge.  The taste of my cum is doing just that.  I swallow some sperm down and am ready to explode this time. 

I stand up and push my cock into his incredibly wet hole.  It pumps into him and I begin the gut wracking intense orgasm, the kind that leaves me breathless…

I empty my balls into him.  Every last drop.

I collapse onto him.  Blond Boy holds me in place.  My eyes have watered now it was so intense.  We stay like that for a long time.  I don’t trust myself to move.

I do, of course.  I slip out and go to my knees.  I stop the avalanche of cum pouring out of him with my tongue.

“Let me taste it, Sir.”

I come up for air and snowball the mouthful of my seed to his open mouth…

Cruz Takes My Cock and Cum...and a little piss...

 My Playroom—April, 2022

As soon as I got in my car in the bookstore lot (after the adventure detailed in the last two posts) I got a text from Perry with Cruz’s phone number.  The moment I was home, Cruz and I were texting.  Among other things, I invited him for a ride in my sling anytime he wanted.  He was excited by that.  So much so, that just six days later he was coming to my house.

He lived to the north of me, but was coming down to visit family closer to my area.  He’d play in the morning with his nieces and nephews—and play with me before he went home.  He let me know his progress as he hit the road to my house.  I set up the playroom, making sure towels were under the bench and sling, and I took the pitcher of water downstairs.  Cruz arrived right when he’d estimated he’d get here.  He took some time in the shower to make sure the playground was clean.  He emerged shiny from the steam, with all that wonderful body hair still slightly damp…

 

I sit on the bed in the playroom and watch him step out of his jock.  Cruz is under 30, Latin and somewhere between 5’8” and 5’11”.  He is drop dead handsome with a full, dark brown beard.  Hair is everywhere on him—hairy chest, hairy legs and the hairiest ass I have had in years.  He kneels on the floor between my legs.  I love his expectant grin as his gaze goes from my mounded cock bulge up to my face and back again.  He burrows into the overstretched fabric with a sigh.  The jock pouch is now stretched obscenely.  My cock has to come out—and it goes deep into Cruz’s throat.  He groans, sucks me down and then pulls off it.

“You are bigger than I remember.”

Before I can reply, he is giving me the same expert head he had demonstrated in front of the others.  He remembers to tongue my balls without any prompting.  He even tips me back a little on the bed, to lick my perineum.

“I have to taste your ass,” I tell him.  I point to the bench.  He climbs up and settles in.  His eyes are riveted on the mirror in front of him.  I stand behind him, at full erection, my cock swaying.  I go to my knees and pull his young cheeks apart.  My tongue parts the hair and finds his pucker.  I tongue prod him—and he opens easily.  He is so hot for cock.  I lick and spit—leaving trails of saliva on the strands of hair, only to mop them back up with my tongue.

I grease myself up as I rim.  I want him.  Now.  I stand up.  My cock slaps his ass cheek.  His head comes up so he can watch in the mirror.  I run my cock up and down his entire ass crack, leaving the hair glistening with lube and precum.  I find his hole—and enter.

Cruz grunts and takes me with ease.  I give him a moment before I begin to fuck.  Our eyes meet in the mirror.  I step up the pace.  His face contorts.  His eyes close.  He moans out the pleasure he is feeling.

I finally stop.  “Do you like the taste of your ass?” I ask, hoping he loves ATM as much as I do.

He nods—and I step around for him to clean my cock of his ass jizz. 

“Leave it good and wet, I’m going back up your butt.”

Cruz whimpers.  Music to my ears.  I pull out of his mouth and push back between the matted hair of his ass….

We’ve switched to the sling.  He loves how comfortable is it is over others he’s been in.  I can’t keep my tongue out of his butt.  I want to ask if he’s ever done any piss—but I don’t want stop rimming.  Finally I decide just to piss his ass crack and see what he says.  I stand up and let fly—all my hot juices hosing him down.

“Fuck!!” he mumbles as he squirms.  “So hot…”

Yes!  I go back to my knees and clean him up.  My cock is aching.  I stand back up and fuck him.  Hard.  Chain rattling hard. 

When I finally stop, he murmurs “Let me taste all that.”

I bring him my cock, flavored with my pale piss and his ass.  He cleans me hungrily.  For a long time.  When I pull out of his mouth, I bend down and we kiss.  It’s intense—our tongues roaming freely.

I go back and fuck him some more.  This time when I stop,  I keep my dick buried in him and lean across his chest for a long kiss…

*

“Have you ever been on a rimseat?”

He hasn’t—but is totally game.  I put down the exercise mat for me to recline on and position the seat at the end of it.  I lie down, flip the seat down and tell him to sit.  He stands astride it.  I love the view of his wet ass above me.  He lowers himself carefully into place.

My tongue goes deep into his hole the moment he sits.

Cruz gasps.  “Deep.  Damn!” 

I tongue fuck him happily.  For long minutes with him squirming and sighing.  I visualize cum dripping from his ass into my mouth.  Fuck, I’d love that.  Then I realize I could…

I tap his legs for him to stand.  I get up, too.  “I have a condom in the freezer.  It has a load of my cum from a pandemic jerk off night.  Could I stick it up your ass and eat it out as it melts?”

Cruz loves the idea.  I go upstairs to get it.  I get him back into the sling for the insertion.  It’s a hefty load in the end of the condom.  I cut off the knot and insert it with a push of my index finger.  It starts to melt instantly in his hot ass—leaving a glistening trail clinging to his ass hairs.  I quickly lick that up.

I stand up and fuck him.  I can feel the melting wad of cum just below my shaft.  His hole froths, the more I fuck.  I pull out and clean that up.  I come around to the side, lean over and drool the cum and ass juices into his mouth.  He swallows hungrily and we kiss again.

I fuck him once more and repeat the snowballing.

Now I want the rest for me.  I get him out of the sling and back on the seat.  My tongue prods into him.  I get a drip of my cum onto my tongue.  Again.  And one drop more.  My mouth seals around his hole and I suck his ass.  The rest of my cum and his ass jizz begins a constant flow into my mouth.  It’s not huge—not like a piss waterfall—but just enough to make my cock ache.  A true mind fuck for both of us.  He can hear my pleasure as well as feel the cum drip into me.  He is groaning now as much as I am.

And it’s time to shoot.  I don’t want to waste it.  Cruz is back in the sling in an instant.  I bury my face one last time in his deliciously slimy ass crack and spit it into my hand to coat my cock.  I enter him.  Hard and fast.  He grabs his cock and massages it.  I fuck like a man possessed.  In moments I can feel my balls letting it go.  I shoot—spurt after spurt into his hairy ass…