Zane Loves Daddy Dick

 Jackson—May, 2026

 

When Zane and I first talked about him coming north for Memorial Day Weekend, he told me that he would love for me to take him to one of my sex venues so he could be used in front of other men.  I agreed and chose the venue with the slurp ramp and medical table.  Saturday afternoon seemed to always be busy there—and there was at least a chance that one of the men at that particular venue would want to fuck, not just do oral. 

The morning after our first session (detailed in the last post) I had breakfast while Zane had coffee.  I packed a lunch for the two of us as he got ready for a public fucking.  We drove east. 

“What’s the crowd like?” he asked.

“Mostly older men, but a few younger ones on somedays.”

The man half my age smiled.  “You know I love Daddies…”

We drove in silence.  Then…

“I would just love a cock in my mouth as you fuck me,” Zane admitted.

“I would love that, too.  But you just never know who’s gonna show up…”

We parked—there weren’t many cars out back.  I paid for our tickets and we went in, hoping for the best…

 

We go into the dark lounge.  I show Zane the layout of the place.  There seem to be a half dozen men here, but it’s hard to tell with the layout.  We both take a piss and I suggest the main area for some warm up head.  I sit and pull out my cock.  Zane goes to his knees and begins to suck me, giving my balls a lot of attention, too.  In moments, a daddy with a shaved head, a slight gut and a loud Hawaiian shirt, walks over to us.  He pulls out a short, but very hard cock.  I motion for Zane to service him.  Zane spins around and gives the guy head.  I watch the man’s face.  My boy is making me proud as the guy fights to control himself.  Another man my age comes to suck me as I continue to watch Zane blow the guy.

Hawaiian Shirt stops Zane.  I know that he doesn’t want to blow his load too fast.  As I’m being sucked, Zane takes the opportunity to strip naked but for socks and a jock.  My sucker soon tires—and Zane is back on my dick.  A tall, handsome Dad comes over to watch us.  He unzips and sticks his hardening cock in my mouth as he watches Zane do me.  Handsome guy plumps up to be a thick seven incher.

“You need to suck this man,” I tell Zane.

I get up, and Handsome Guy sits down as Zane, still on his knees, moves into place.  HG, loves Zane’s mouth as much as I do.  I stroke for a moment, then lube up and slide into Zane’s furry hole.  He sighs around the cock in his mouth and re-doubles his efforts.

“Damn, he’s good,” says Handsome Guy.

“You should try his ass,” I tell him.

He shakes his head.  Moments later he gets up—he doesn’t want to shoot yet.  Hawaiian Shirt is back so he sits in the chair and gets sucked as I continue to fuck. 

Handsome Guy has come back.  “Is it really ok for me to fuck your boy?”

“Please.  You can even load him.”

The switch goes off in this guy’s head.  Handsome Guy kneels.  My big cock pulls out and his slides in.  “Holy fuck!” the guy moans.  Zane must be squeezing down on him.  He begins to thrust.  “He feels so damn good.”  He picks up the speed of the fuck.  In moments he is shaking, his orgasm wracking his body.  He pulls out, thanking the two of us and unsteadily gets to his feet.  I push in and fuck in the guy’s load.

This is a little much for Hawaiian Shirt.  He gets up and leaves again.  I take the opportunity to pull out and have Zane clean the cum off my cock.  I go back in.  Another daddy, sits down to be serviced.  He isn’t big, but has a nice curve to his dick.

Hawaiian Shirt is back.  Curved Dick is a gentleman and lets the HS sit down for more head.  I lick Curved Dick for a moment as I continue to fuck.  I pull off him and say, “You should feel his ass.”

He nods.  I pull out of Zane.  Curved Dick kneels and slides in.  He begins to fuck. In less than three minutes, Zane has load number two in his ass.

Hawaiian Shirt has put on a glove.  He fingers Zane, bent over the table.  I go off to see who else is around.  Men are arriving all the time.  After my circuit, I sit down in the same chair and watch Zane be prodded.  Hawaiian Shirt takes a break.  A tall thin daddy with an uncut cock, is in the group of six or so men watching and stroking to us.  I tell Zane to go after Uncut.  He does—and he is led by Uncut to the sofa across the aisle from us.

I go over and offer Uncut lube.  He gladly takes some as I murmur:  “You might not need it; there are two loads inside him already.”

“I can shoot in him?” His eyes have gone big.

“Please.  It’s why we’re here.”

The guy moves behind Zane and pushes in.  Zane takes it with ease and the guy begins a slow fuck.  The grey-haired man who wears pink lingerie (who I have often fucked here) is rampant and pushes his cock into Zane’s mouth.  Once again, Zane has dick in both holes.  Uncut is speeding up.  I know it won’t be long.  I stand next to him and jerk.

“You want to fuck him?” Uncut asks.

“I want to fuck him, but in your load.”

That’s his trigger.  He begins spewing cum into Zane.  It’s his biggest load so far.  The guy is frothing the three loads as he keeps churning.  He pulls out, panting like he’s run a race.  I go to my knees and clean his cock.  He is surprised—but pleased.  He stays to watch me lick up the cum flowing from Zane’s hole and as I spit it back on my dick to fuck it all back inside him.

It’s my turn to churn the cum.  He feels wonderfully full.  When I pull out, I’m covered.  Zane’s mouth is busy so I smear it onto my fingers and get it back inside him.

“I want to fuck the cumslut,” says Pink Lingerie.

I have never seen him top, but today he’s more than ready.  I move away and he slides into Zane.  At the same moment, the only young man in the group steps up and gives Zane his cock to suck.  This guy’s uncut, with a very generous foreskin.  Zane goes to work on him and is obviously milking Pink Lingerie.

“I can’t stand it,” PL pants.  “He feels so juicy…” and he adds load number four up Zane.

Once again, I fuck in all the loads.  It is such a treat.  Silky and warm.  And the mental fuck of it all is just as good.

An insistent older guy has replaced the young man in Zane’s mouth.  I go and find the young man.  I kneel and suck his cock.  The amount of foreskin is amazing.  I encourage him to fuck Zane.  But he shakes his head.  “Too many people…” he whispers.

I go back to Zane’s butt and fuck him again.  There are still men jerking to us—but no one else who wants physical contact.  Zane signals he needs to get up.  We embrace.  And kiss.  He licks some cum out of my beard.

“Be right back.”  He moves to a curtained cabana and goes in.  I wonder who he saw go in, but I take the time to sit back down in my original chair and take a long swig of water.  Zane is back faster than I expected.  He kisses me—and it’s a snowball of cum.  He’s sucked off the young man with the copious foreskin.

I get some on my fingers and add it to Zane’s ass.

“Now we can say five loads…” I grin.

We go back to the medical table.  I eat his over flowing hole.  I fuck him.  But not for long.  He’s feeling the workout he’s just had.

“And that bald guy kept fingering me—way too hard.” 

I am more than happy to save my load for the playroom tonight…

A Night to Remember

 Near Home—March, 2026

I had a lot of sex in March.  So, it was hardly surprising that not all of it was great.  Late in the month I went to the bookstore nearest to me on a Wednesday afternoon.  Shaved Head and his partner, Shy One, were there, and no one else.  Each took a turn on my dick before they went home.  A little later there was large gentleman who sat next to me (the only man in the place, when he walked in) and decided he needed to jack me.  He complained that I had a light sheen of lube on my dick.  Not a day to make blogging history…

I went back on Friday night.  It started slowly—and built to something I’m not sure I had ever done before…

 

There are five men in the room when I go in.  One of them is in my usual chair, so I sit on the short side wall where I can only watch the straight porn.  Two guys are openly stroking, their eyes darting from the screens to each other and back again.

The moment I sit down, a tall Black man gets up and comes to sit next to me.  He opens his pants and takes out an impressive dick (my length, but thicker!)  In moments he asks if he can touch me.  I nod.  He strokes me with a slightly lubed hand.  It feels great.  But I want one of us to use our mouths.  And I don’t care who goes first.

He continues to stroke me leisurely.  “So big,” he murmurs.  I suddenly remember that I have met this guy once, right after this new space opened.  He’d sat in the corner and stroked for hours, while guys had sex all around him.  He didn’t want to be sucked, but he let me lick his balls.  At the last second he’d relented and I took his load.

I reach over and stroke his dick at the same time.  Eventually, he leans in and whispers “I want you to fuck me between my thighs.”  I look at him.   He’s serious. 

We stroke each other a little more, then I excuse myself to go piss.  Once I’m done, I sit in a different chair—one across from one of the masturbators and out of sight of the Black Thigh Fuckee.  The guy jerking has been eyeing the two of us.  Now he has eyes just for me.  I am pretty confidant of a blow job.  This guy is around my age.  He’s maintained a good build and his six-incher is rampant.

He stands up.  He moves in front of me.  “Suck me,” he says, loud enough for the whole room to hear it.  He grabs the back of my head and pulls me onto him.  He fucks my face for a moment—before his cock explodes.  It’s a huge load and his groan of release fills the room.

The Black guy gets up and comes to see what’s happened.  He sees me licking the stray jizz off the older man’s wilting cock.  As soon as the guy who shot leaves, the Black guy stands in front of me.  “Is that what you want?” he grunts.  His cock is throbbing.  He pushes it into my mouth.  He moans as my tongue goes to work.  “Fuck, you’re good.  Make me…” and he can’t even get to the last word in the sentence before he’s shooting into my mouth.  He let’s me clean him up.  He squeezes my shoulder and retreats to the restroom.

The three remaining men are all in sightlines of me.  All are stroking.  The youngest guy, built thick, moves to sit opposite me.  He makes a big deal of showing off his bigger than average cock.  He’s uncut.  He plays with the extra skin as he strokes.

Suddenly he stands and moves.  He sits in the chair next to me.  “Make me cum like the others…” he whispers.  I go to my knees.  This one is work.  But I can tell he’s getting there as he is juicing like crazy.  I touch his balls.  He groans.  I let a finger touch his perineum as I suck.  He groans louder.  My finger heads to his asshole—and he shoots a huge young man’s load down my throat.  I clamp my free hand around his balls as he tries to squirm away.  I clean under his foreskin and he literally shakes.  But as I let go, he grins, shoves it all into his jeans and takes off without a wash up.

There is larger guy, early 60’s, white.  He has moved to sit across from me to watch me work on this last guy. He nods to me.  I have only just sat back down.  I get up and go to him.   “Will you do me, too?” he whispers.  “Please.  It’s been so long…”

I kneel.  I take his tiny cock into my mouth.  He moans.  His cool hands touch my ears—and in moments load number four is drooled onto my tongue by his cock.  I clean him thoroughly and sit back down.  He goes off to wash.

The last guy in the room is down the side wall from me.  He’s not looking at me.  At least now.  He studies the straight porn screen.  Emboldened by four loads in a row I say “Happy to do you, too, if you want…”

He turns to look at me.  “Why not?”  he murmurs.  I kneel in front of him.  His cock is soft and long.  I take him into my mouth.  I do every trick I know, but his cock will not reach full hardness.  Then he grabs the sides of my head.  He begins thrusting upwards into my mouth.  He is hard and rampant now that he’s in charge.  He keeps thrusting upwards into my face.  He’s long enough to just touch the back of my throat.

“Take me, fucker!”  And he cums.  Over and over.  He can’t stop. 

I clean him up and he moves to the restroom.  I sit back down. 

I can’t believe it.  Five loads from five men and in less than 25 minutes from the first.

I think about going home.  I am alone in the room and sit in my usual chair, now.  I am having some major jizz joy and decide to stay for a bit.

The door opens.  A man I know from here, who often jerks but has never had human contact in front of me, sits in the corner.  He’s likely late 40’s.  He takes out his dick and jerks to the straight porn.

Another man comes in.  College age and wearing a thick wedding ring.  He sits in the chair I started the night in, able to only see the straight screen.  His hand reaches into his pants and he works his dick while still inside his jeans.

I am pretty sure I am out of luck with these two.

A younger man—late 30’s with a bushy beard comes in.  He sits and has eyes for my cock.  We do the nod thing…and he comes over.  He kneels and sucks me.  The young married guy watches us, but looks back at the screen if either of us look in his direction.  The bearded guy is good on my cock, but I know he’s not going to take me over the edge.    When he stands up to rest, I lean forward and suck his short, hairy dick.  He gasps.  Then he grabs the back of my head to keep me there.  He unloads.  A bitter smoker’s load—but it’s number six down my throat.

He leaves.

I look at the college kid.  He finally shows me his cock.  It’s long and thin and uncut. 

“Do you want some head?”

He nods.  I kneel in front of him.  “I don’t do this…” he says as I take him in my mouth.  It’s instant.  And huge.  He just keeps on spurting rope after rope of cum down my throat.  He let’s me clean him up.  “Terrific…” he mutters as he puts himself back together.  I stand up to let him leave and start for my chair.

“Don’t you want mine?” asks the guy in the corner.

I pivot around and kneel once more.  He is almost as fast as the kid as he seems so turned on to have watched me play with these two other men.  His cum pools on my tongue, more than spurts.  But it’s delicious.  I clean him of every drop.  He writhes in that post ejaculation moment that is half agony/half pleasure.

I let him go.

“You can suck me anytime,” he whispers as he does up his pants.

I sit down.

Alone in the dark theatre.

My cock is rampant as I think back over the eight men I have had in such rapid succession. 

I taste the pearl of cum oozing from my piss slit. 

One last drop of cum for the night…

Kane's Hairy Ass Makes Me Proud

 Near Home—January, 2026

When you are out cruising, sometimes you can bump into the right people and everything is amazing.  Sometimes it is just one (or two) to make for a good time.  But there are times when it is absolutely awful. 

Thursday afternoon has been a good day for me at my local bookstore.  I often bumped into Cute College Boy on that day. But on the second Thursday of January, there was no one there with who I wanted to play—and no one who wanted to play with me.

There was a decent looking guy jerking when I arrived.  He stopped moments later and fell asleep.  There was an older man who had on a children’s diaper—and he was showing it off proudly.  A super hot Black guy came in, took one look at us and left.  The last man in the room was also jerking, but I knew that he was a ‘don’t touch me’ guy.

I stayed maybe 30 minutes and it never got better.  Home I went.

 

Lansing—January, 2026

But for my Saturday night, just two days later, everything was right.  Kane, the hairy young man I met at the house party orgy some time back, wanted to go the big Lansing playspace.  I loved that idea, especially when he told me he was in the mood to be whored out again.  We agreed on a time and I arrived at the venue a little early.  Men were milling around and little play was happening.  Kane arrived—and we changed that…

 

I take Kane back near the sling and fuckbench.  I sit on the couch in front of the gloryhole booths and open my fly.  Probably 20 guys are now watching Kane go down on my hard cock.  There are two chairs near the couch, each has a man openly masturbating to us.  Kane stops for just a second so he can open his own fly.  His thick, curved cock springs out and he fists it as he continues to suck me.

One of the guys in the chairs is a thick bear of a man—not remotely sloppy, but big—ex-football type.  He makes eye contact with me.  I nod and pat the sofa seat to the left of me.  He comes over, pushes his jeans to his ankles and strokes.  It’s not a big cock—but I love the contrast as I nudge Kane over to service the guy.  He grins up at me before he crawls over and swallows down the guy’s dick.  I watch for a moment, then get behind Kane and pull his pants off his ass.  I hunker down and begin licking his hairy crack as he sucks the stranger.

“Tell me I can fuck him,” groans the bear.  I come up and nod.  The three of us go to the fuck bench.  It is inside a cage.  You can close the cage door for privacy, but I leave it wide open.  Kane is on the very hard bench, his fabulous ass on display.  Guys stand on the outside of the cage and ogle him.  Half the guys are stroking.  I hand my lube to the bear and he greases up and slide in.

“Holy fuck!” he groans. 

He begins pounding into Kane.  He won’t last long at this rate.  In moments he is howling out his orgasm.  He stays inside Kane to marinate for a moment, then pulls out.  He sees me on my knees and watches and as I taste his load leaking from Kane’s ass.

Load One.

We move to the much more comfortable sling.  I fuck Kane, using the Bear’s cum for lube.  I can’t help but groan.

There is a white guy in his fifties, jerking to us.  He comes into the cage.  I ask if he wants to go next.  He wants to suck Kane’s hard, dripping dick.  We let him for a moment.  Then he steps back and jerks to the next fuck.

A real boy-next-door guy asks if he can take a turn.  He’s white, late 30’s and hot.  I pull out and he slides right in.  I watch the look of sheer joy on his face.  He fucks a couple of strokes and pulls out.  “Don’t want to shoot yet—but I will.”

I go back up Kane, fucking him.  Slow and deliberate.  The stroker moves in and uses Kane’s poppers without asking.  He suddenly shoots all over Kane’s chest.  I mop it up with my fingers and coat my cock with copious load.  I fuck the seed into him.  (The spectators are abuzz with that move.)  I fuck.  And pull out and lick his ass clean of stray cum.

Load Two.

Boy-next-door is back.  He fucks a few strokes and once again pulls out, right on the edge of shooting.  He disappears.  I fuck Kane once more.

The bear who started it all is watching us.  He tells a tall guy he needs to fuck Kane.  I hear it and nod to him.  He makes towards the cage door, but Boy-Next-Door is back.  He sinks into Kane’s wet ass with a sigh.

“Give it to me, man,” Kane mumbles.  The slight encouragement sends BND over the edge.  He delivers a massive load into Kane.  He even allows me to clean his cock as he pulls out.  I clean up Kane’s swelling ass lips.  That’s when I sense how much seed is in the young man.

Load Three.

The tall, built guy comes into the cage.  I stand up.  “I want to see your cock go into him first,” Tall Guy murmurs.  I am happy to oblige.  I tell him Kane’s hole is incredibly creamy.  He finally taps me on the shoulder, ready to feel it for himself.  He glides in.  It’s the biggest dick of the night—that isn’t mine—and Kane’s eyes get big.

“You weren’t kidding,” the new fucker gasps. “So fuckin’ wet.”

He fucks a few more strokes.  Kane bears down, squeezing the big dick railing him.  He makes the guy give him load number four.  Tall and Built understands my need to clean his cock.  He lets me.  I am so turned-on, I stand up and thrust into Kane.

I fuck him hard.  Kane stops touching his dick.  I keep fucking—and in another few moments he has a hand free orgasm.  All over that hot, hairy chest.  I bend to lick it up, with my dick still inside him.

Kane asks for a break.

He cleans up a little.   We wander.

“I think I can still take your load,” he tells me.  He doesn’t want it so public.  We try fucking in a GH booth, but it’s awkward.

“Let’s go back to the sling, but I’ll close the door so no one else can come in.”

That works.  We have a few voyeurs, but we tune them out.  I eat his hole for a long time.  I get a trickle of cum into my mouth every time I stick it into him.

I stand up.  I’m ready.  It’s a short fuck.  He actually makes squishy sounds as I rail him.  His erection has returned and he jerks himself.

“Please breed me…”

Magic words.  I shoot and give him his last load of the night…

*

There is a slight addendum.  Kane was gone, with a long drive home.  I needed to let my head clear before I took off.  I sat in the comfortable chair in the black out room.  A guy came in.  He had a great dick.  I could just make it out with the light from the door behind him.

“I saw you guys,” he whispered.  He must have been sitting in the main lobby when I walked into the room, as he certainly couldn’t see me now.  My mouth was all over this guy’s dick.  “I don’t fuck guys—but he was damn hot.”

I tried to grunt some sort of affirmative.  But he went right on.  “Here’s the load I would have given him…”

And the ‘straight’ guy began shooting buckets of jizz into my mouth…

Cum Slut (Conclusion)

 Near Home—April, 2025

 

(This picks up right where the last post left off…)

Road Worker smirks.  And lets my tongue lick the last drip from his cock head.  He even lets me clean his entire cock.

He gets dressed.  I stay on my knees a moment, my breathing slowly returning to normal.  From behind me, a man touches my shoulder.  I turn.  It is the Latino who cross dresses.  He is still in his everyday clothes.  He asks me if I want to fuck him.

I nod.  I need a change of pace.

He strips down.  The woman’s underwear is gone for today.  He is now wearing nothing but socks and a black jock.  I get a Magnum out of my pants pocket.  He is a condom guy, and that’s okay, as he never cleans out deep enough for me.

“Lean against the pole.”

He does what I suggest; he arches his back, jutting his ass towards me.  I slip into his pre-lubed pucker.  He gasps and begins beating his cock.  There are six or seven men left in the room.  All other sex action stops as they watch me fuck.

“So good…” he moans.  “Fuck me harder!”

I pick up the pace.  I notice one man, a white guy, likely 40 and wearing a ballcap, is actually leaning forward in his seat, mesmerized by the fuck taking place in front of him.

“Cum anytime you want,” I half-whisper to the man I’m inside.  “I want to feel you shoot.”

He grunts.  He loves me to fuck the cum out of him.  I hear his breathing change.  He’s close. 

“Oh, yessssss!” He begins to cover the floor with his seed.  I revel in his ass milking my latex covered dick.  As his orgasm subsides, he twists off me.  I look down and am glad I have the latex on, even if it cut down on feeling.  I peel it off and go wash just to make sure.

When I come back the Latino is gone.  The guy with the ballcap eyes me, and then comes over.  “May I suck that monster?”  He doesn’t wait for an answer.  He kneels and gives me his mouth.  He’s good if not special.  I have seen him get one other guy off this afternoon.  When he realizes that his seven minutes of work on my cock is not going to make me give up my load, he gets up, nods to me and sits back in his seat.

We all watch porn.  There is no sex happening for about ten minutes.  Well, except for three or four cocks being stroked.

The door opens.  It’s Cute College Kid.  He walks right to me, smiles and kneels.  He begins sucking my cock.  The room becomes electric with all eyes on the youngest man here servicing me.  Ball Cap nudges the guy next to him before going down on him.  A man across the room takes out his cock to stroke to CCK giving me head.  This guy is handsome, likely in his 40’s, though I will admit I have a hard time guessing the age of Black men. 

The guy Ball Cap is sucking, stops him, stands up and strips.  He is a lean 50-something and very hairy.  He sits back down to let BC continue.

Cute College Kid has moved down to my balls.  “Take your pants off,” he whispers.  I stand up and drop them to my ankles and sit back down.  His roving tongue gets under my ball sack. He licks my exposed cock ring.  His tongue works a little way down my perineum and then back up, over the balls and up the shaft.  He engulfs me and slides down every inch.  Moaning as he goes.  He pulls off me a little breathless. 

He stands up and moves to the chair behind me.  He strips down to his socks, shoving his clothes under the chair.  He kneels on it, looking over his shoulder.  He wiggles his ass as an invitation.  I move around and kneel behind him.  My tongue begins to lick up and down his ass crack.  CCK moans.  I drill into his tight hole.  I hear steps behind me.  The hot Black man is standing to the side of the chair.  CCK takes his dick into his mouth as I continue to eat him out.   I get his hole sopping wet.  I stand up.  My cock head finds his hole.  CCK squirms away.  Slightly surprised, I go back to my knees and keep eating.

Moments later, we adjust.  CCK sits on the chair, presenting me with his cock to suck.  He is still giving his mouth to the hot Black guy.  I go to work on his leaking dick.  The lean, hairy guy who got naked, walks over and stands on the other side of CCK.  Now he has a choice of dicks to suck.  He gives them equal time, going back and forth.  The guys get into it, ‘forcing’ his head from one to the other of them.  This really excites CCK.  His cock is twitching and drooling even more precum than usual.  He deep throats the black cock—and begins shooting in my mouth.  He bucks up into me, giving me every drop of his load.  He tries to pull out, but I won’t let him go.

The two men go off together.  The Black guy sits and gives the lean, hairy one some head.  I see this after I have got every drop of cum out of Cute College Kid.  He leans in, grinning.  I am surprised when he gets dressed, as he’s usually good for two.  But he takes off.

I watch the blow job happening across the room from me.  The partner’s change.   Lean and Hairy comes to suck me.  The Black guy gets sucked by Ball Cap.  Lean and Hairy now stands and feeds me his cock.  I work on his curved dick for some time.

The four of us take a break around the same time.  Then Lean and Hairy stands up and sticks his dick in the Black guy’s mouth again.  Ball Cap watches.  I can see him lusting after the Black guy’s cock.  I stand up and go to them.  I kneel.  It’s a big dick, but one that is a great size for oral.  I work on him as he sucks Lean and Hairy.  I can feel his cock swell.  He loves having someone on his dick as he has a guy in his mouth.  I begin to work in earnest.  I want this load.

And it’s working.  I fuck my mouth down on his shaft.  Repeatedly.  And then I leave it alone as I move to his fragrant balls.  They are big.  I couldn’t possibly get them both in my mouth at the same time.  I lick them.  He moans around the skinny cock in his mouth.  I lift them and lick under them.  He moans again.  I cover them with my spit.  I rub it in as my mouth begins working up his drooling shaft.  He moans. Lean and Hairy begins fucking his face.  And that does it.  The moment my lips cover his cock head he begins to spurt.  It’s a big load.  Even more than Cute College Kid’s copious shoot.  I swallow.  And swallow.  And work to get my breath.  I realize I could shoot myself.  I have been here for hours.  And very busy.  I stand up.  Lean and Hairy is still in his mouth, so I move to Ball Cap.

“You want my load?”

He shakes his head, petrified.  I really don’t understand cocksuckers who don’t want the cum.  I decide not to spew on the floor.  Tomorrow is the house party; I know that there I will find someone eager to take my cum…

Cum Slut (Part One)

 Near Home—April, 2025

The house party I love so much was coming up on Saturday night.  Here it was Friday and I was horned just thinking about it.  I knew I’d do a lot of fucking the next day, so I was content to get my dick sucked and maybe suck one or two myself.  The gods of hot sex must have heard my wish…

 

I go into the theatre.  It is crowded.  A good-looking guy is sitting in my usual chair.  I sit in the same row.  Instantly a very old man moves to sit in the only other vacant chair in this row, right next to me.  He is all smiles, bobbing his head as if we are old friends.  He may well have seen me before, but I don’t remember any interaction with him.  He reaches for my hardening cock.  His soft hands stroke it to full hardness.  He grins at his expertise.

A man, sitting to the side, is desperately trying to get his cock hard.  It erects as he watches me be stroked.  He has a full two inches of dick.   He looks at me and waits for my stroker to stop.  When he does, he comes over.  He kneels and takes me in his mouth.  I take a sharp intake of breath from the pain.  I have never connected with so many teeth at one time.  I tell him to cover them.  He doesn’t do it and tries again.  I wince and tell him to stop.  He goes back to his seat, his cock wilted.

“Let me soothe that,” the old man next to me whispers.  He slips to his knees and gives me wonderful head.  I revel in his mouth, squeezing his shoulder.  When he tires, he gets up and wanders off towards the gay screen, which is out of my sightline today.

The door opens.  The hot young man who asked me to rim him for the first time comes in.  There is a vacant chair in the corner, two away from me.  He sits.  He smiles at me.  He bares his slender cock, coaxing it to hardness.  I wait a moment then get up and kneel in front of him.  This is a great cock to suck.  It never cuts off my air, even though it is long enough to enter the throat.  I work on his shaft.  The piss slit.  His balls.  He pulls his shorts down farther so I can get at them more easily.  He is certainly not going to ask for a rim job today with all these men around.  He groans each time I take him to the root.

A good-looking guy, who’s just come in, is now standing next to us, stroking a dick that is just slightly smaller than mine.  I secretly hope the young man will take him in his mouth, but he doesn’t.  But he is getting off on being the center of attention.  Another man, on the other side, is stroking himself with a hard beating fist as he watches me work him over.  The hot young man groans again as I take him deep.

“Give him your load,” whispers the seated stroker.

“So close…” he tells me.

The words act as his trigger.  He fires off a huge young man’s load down my throat.  I pull back slightly to get the last three spurts on my tongue.  I wipe them all over his wilting cock, just so I can lick them back up.  I suck him clean until he pleads with me to stop—as he’s just to sensitive.  I rock back on my heels and he makes a beeline to the restroom.

I sit in his chair he just vacated.  The big dicked stroker is still right there.  “Want some more?” he asks.  I do.  Once I taste jizz, I can’t get enough.  It’s like a switch.  I reach for his big balls and guide him to my mouth.  It’s not the best angle sitting there, but my knees are sore enough I don’t really want to return to them.  They guy doesn’t seem to mind.

Suddenly, the man stroking on the other side is on his knees sucking me.  This is perfect.  He has a great mouth and I have this big dick in mine.  I let the guy go to town on me and work on improving the angle with the guy standing.

“Do my balls.”

I am happy to lick them.  They are hairy and tight to his body.  They also have the sweat from the first half of his day on them.  I groan.  He strokes his dick as I lick them.  I try to go back to his cock, but he holds it out of my way and grabs the back of my head, guiding me back to his wet scrotal sack.  I’m happy to be there.

The guy on my dick is panting.  He comes up once for air.  “You taste so damn good.”  Only then do I place him as a man who has done this for me before.  He renews his efforts to get my jizz.

Good-looking guy is breathing fast.  “You want my load?”

I grunt an affirmative into his ball sack.

“In your mouth?”

I grunt again.  I really want to taste him.

He moves my head and pushes the head of his cock into my mouth.  I swirl my tongue around his cock head.  Instantly, he begins to unload.  He flows more than spurts.  I swallow hungrily.

“Take it…” he breathes through gritted teeth.

It goes on and on.  When he stops, he allows me to clean his cock before he puts it away and heads out the door.

The man on my dick gets up.  He offers me his cock.  I expect a load.  I wish for it.  But he sits down after a moment, exhausted from his own sucking.

I look at my usual chair.  An attractive guy around my age with a shaved head is getting head from the guy with two inches.  In the attractive guy’s mouth is none other than Road Worker.  He has, as usual, totally stripped down to just his socks, showing off his lean, hard body.  As I focus on them, the attractive guy shoots his load into Two Incher’s mouth.  He stops sucking Road Worker and cleans up.  Road Worker moves towards me, more to avoid Two Incher than to bring me his cock.  I stand up, step in and kneel in front of RW.  He smirks and sticks his wet cock in my mouth.

When he’s not bent over, taking my dick, he likes to be cocky.  He makes a show of really fucking my face.  He is as deep in my throat as he’s ever been, once even making me choke.  He loves that my throat spasms around his slender dick.

He pulls out.  I go for his balls.

“You like this, don’t you, fucker?” he grates out.

I nod and keep lick his testicles.  They are tightening, pulling up into his body.  He shoves his cock back into my mouth.  I tongue the piss slit.  He begins to fuck my face again.

“Ah, shit!” he moans.

He rips his cock out of my mouth.  One splat lands on my face.  The rest on the floor.  He stands, panting, like he’s run a race.  I make a show of wiping the cum off my face and licking my finger clean.  RW smirks.  And lets my tongue lick the last drip from his cock head.  He even lets me clean his entire cock.

He gets dressed.  I stay on my knees a moment, my breathing slowly returning to normal.  From behind me, a man touches my shoulder…

(to be continued…

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 Near Home—March, 2024

You never know. 

I have made that statement over and over on this blog.  If you go somewhere where men may have sex, even where there is a good track record that sex will likely happen, you just don’t know if it will.  Half the fun.  And the frustration. 

On this Saturday afternoon, I don’t think it could have gotten any better…

 

I go into the straight side.  I really do seem to like straight porn when I go out, maybe as I have nothing but gay porn at home.  I sit to the side.  A cub on the edge of turning into a bear is on his knees giving head across the aisle from me.  I watch him work.  He is totally committed to cock.  The cock he wants to explode deep in his throat.  The guy he is sucking is likely older than I am, with a nice, slightly curved dick.  I watch the cub finally pull off the dick and nuzzle the hairy balls sticking out of the guy’s fly.  The groan from the man being licked is sexier than anything on the screen.

A guy I have fucked in the past comes in.  He makes a bee line to me.  He goes right to his knees and starts sucking without even checking in as to whether I want him to do so.  It feels good, but he’s using his hand way more than his mouth.  I ask him to stop with the fist.  He sighs.  He does it, begrudgingly.  I sigh, too.  But in contentment.  It feels much better now without his rough palm wrapped around my cock.  And the cub across the aisle is back to sucking cock, giving me additional visual stimulation.

“Fuck me?”  My guy pulls off my cock and looks up at me.  It’s not really a question, more of a demand.

I have been sitting here for all of three and a half minutes.  I tell him I will be happy to fuck him a little later.  He goes back to my dick, but without as much energy now.

The cub across the way gets the load.  The man he’s doing can’t stop panting and grunting out his pleasure.  This makes my guy stop sucking.  He stands up to watch.  His thick dick, that he’s been stroking as he sucked, is right at face level for me.  I give him some reciprocal head.

In moments I feel a hot mouth on my cock.  I glance down.  The cub has crawled from the wilted dick of the guy who just shot, over to my cock.  He engulfs it as I continue to suck.  This attracts the cross-dressing Latino and an older Mexican.  They come over and start working the nipples of the handsome man in my mouth.  Soon the Mexican cradles his balls with his weathered hands.  He pulls them gently, and the cock comes out of my mouth for him to stroke.  I relax and really pay attention to the mouth on my own dick.

This guy was born to suck dick.  He’s great.  The wetness, the suction, the instinctual awareness of pleasure points.  I give him my full attention.  He is jerking himself as he sucks—but it is never about his needs—it’s really all about whoever is in his mouth.

“I’m going to shoot,” says the good-looking guy standing next to me.  The hand job has been too much.

“In my hand,” grunts the Mexican, but the guy has other ideas.  He turns and feeds it to me.  The sound of his orgasm, makes my sucker look up at what is happening. 

He stops sucking.  He stands up and drops his pants.  “Fuck me!”  He turns, showing me his pale, full butt cheeks. 

I stand up and spit the mouthful of cum into my hand.  “I’m using his cum for lube.”  I coat my cock with it.  The Cub groans out a ‘Yes!’  The two Latinos watch, jerking their own cocks.  The guy who gave me the load stops zipping up to watch me fuck with his sperm.

“Stick that slimy cock in him,” says the older Mexican with his thick accent.

My cock head finds the cub’s pucker.  It slips into him easily.  He groans at the slickness of the handmade lube.  I am all the way inside him in one thrust.  My hips have a mind of the their own.  I am thrusting hard and fast from the very first.  The cub staggers a little.  I grab his hips.  The cross-dressing Latino moves in front of him so he can grab on to him for balance.  I fuck into him like a man possessed. 

And he’s loving it.  “Use me.  Fuck me hard, Daddy…”

I will myself to slow down.  But I can’t.  Not at first, but I finally do.  I pull out.  Cum is dripping from his ass.

“Look at that,” says the Mexican.

I go to my knees.  I begin licking up the cum.  I catch the drip that is clinging to his ass crack hair just before it falls.  I lick up his whole crack.  I dig my tongue into his hole.

The Mexican is now talking filth in Spanish to the other Latino.  I get the sense that he’s never seen a man felch before.  I slurp loudly and moan, as I swallow some of the load that had already been in my mouth before it coated his ass.

I keep licking until the Mexican touches my shoulder.  “I fuck.”

I pull away, my beard coated in cum.  The Mexican moves into place.  His small dick grazes the wet, hairy ass crack.  He shoots before he can get inside.  He instantly pulls away.  Still on my knees, I move back to licking his ass—but now I’m reverse felching.  I am sticking the Mexican’s cum up the cub with my tongue.  He can feel what I’m doing.  He groans.  “Fuck that cum into me.  Deep.”

I can barely tear myself away from licking his cummy ass.  Eventually, I stand.  I smear my cock with what cum is still clinging to his hairy crack.  And I fuck it into him.

“Fuck!”  I groan.  It’s like I’ve used a multi load devil’s dick on him, he is so full.  He is awash with seed.

I fuck.  The room fills with the squishy sound his ass makes with each of my thrusts.  Over and over.  I fuck him hard.

I have a quick felch break—and I know I’m going to load him.  Never mind that I have only been here for 20-some minutes.  It’s not going to get any better today.

“You want my load?”  I am panting, rearing up, my face covered in the escaping cum.  My cock plows into him before he can answer.

“Yes, Sir,” he grunts out in rhythm with my thrusts.  “All that you have.”

My hand comes up to my beard.  I coat my fingertips and put them in my mouth.  And I’m there.  I shoot, stream after stream, into him.  At least three volleys.  Maybe four.  And a dribble.  All inside.  I collapse on his back, holding him along with the Latino.

After what seems like an eternity, I slip my cock out of him…and go to my knees…

“Don’t worry,” I tell him.  “I’ll leave enough inside you for the next guy to use…”

*

We talked after.  He gave me a name and number.  Teddy will be back in these pages.