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A Voice In the Dark of Night

The Wilds of Ontario—September, 2016

I stayed the night at SteamWorks.  When my alarm went off, I went to find a shower.  The halls and rooms were deserted.   It was, after all, a Monday night now Tuesday morning.  I cleaned up and checked out before needing to renew.  It was just after 4:00am as I walked to my car through the sleeping streets of Toronto.  I napped a little in my car in its secluded parking spot.  And then, before I left town, a good full breakfast with a different kind of Canadian sausage.

I was not headed to my usual area for my camping this year—but to a big gay campground in Ontario.  Fortunately, for peace and quiet, it was after their main season.  Unfortunately, for dick and ass, it was after their main season.  I was meeting a fellow top.  (We often play when I head to the bookstore which is half arcade/half bathhouse.  He loves to share ass with me and likes my oral skills on his big dick…).  He’d been on his campsite there for a week in his big, new trailer.  I pitched my little tent next to it, so his dogs could keep their beds inside. 

We both knew this week was about relaxing—not getting guys into the outdoor play area. And thank goodness we weren’t really looking—for the place was pretty much deserted.  There were a couple of very large bears who came in on day passes and who sat at the pool.  My friend did point out a young couple who were cabin sitting for friends.  One was drop dead gorgeous and one was biker-chic hot.  We always nodded to them on our walks, but that was that.  Instead, my f-bud and I read.  I went to the theatre one night.  Other nights we had a campfire—something I hadn’t done in years.  We walked the trails—during the warm days and in the cool, star filled evenings.  It was great to pause in a late night walk and give him some head in the middle of an open field—the only light being those stars and a distant plane that moved slowly, blinking red, across the sky.

I was still having trouble sleeping—left over from my stressful summer.  I would go right to sleep but be wide awake at 4 in the morning.  Occasionally, I could go back to sleep, but usually I had to get up and do something.  This particular mid-week morning, I grabbed my computer out of the car and took it to the recreation building—the one public place with electricity.  I set up and began writing a blog post.  The only light in the place was from the screen of my laptop.  My only company was a rather tame chipmunk who was less surprised to see me, then the other way around…

I’m writing about a bookstore encounter.  It’s coming easily and I’m remembering what I did in vivid detail.  I am typing away.  I don’t get hard—but my cock is certainly plumped inside my jeans.

“Hey—there’s someone in here.”  The voice in the darkness is loud, even though he said it under his breath.

I look up, startled.  “Hello.”  I can’t see the speaker.

“Are you the guy in the tent?”

I admit I am.

The voice comes closer.  It’s two of them, actually.  I can finally make out that it is the young couple.  The tattooed Biker looking one is speaking.  “You horny?  My boyfriend wants to watch me suck some dick.”

I tell him I could be persuaded.  And ask him where.

“At the cabin where you’ve seen us weeding.   Ten minutes.”  And they are gone.

I pack up and tuck the computer into the car.  I piss against a convenient tree and go hiking around the semi-circle drive to their cabin.  They are both there on the screened in porch, sitting on an overstuffed couch.  They start stripping off as I come in the door.  Both are likely mid-30’s.  The gorgeous one is a Hollywood-pretty blond.  Ripped—without going crazy.  The Tatted one is decently put together, too, but with too many random tats.  But at this moment, he is giving off a great sexual vibe.

“He’s a top,” the Tatted One tells me, pointing at his partner.  “I am too, but I get fucked by him.”

I nod.

“But I love to suck…” and he stops mid-sentence as I pull my pants down.  “Fuck, dude.  I thought you were packing and I was right.” 

I finish stripping down to my socks. 

The Blond gets up off the couch, hefts my dick and says, “Fuck his face with that thing.”  The Blond steps out of the way and begins stroking himself to hardness.  The Tatted One gets on his knees to get me fully hard.  He’s good.  Repeatedly to the root.

“Get on the couch,” the Blond tells his partner.  The Tatted One knows just what he wants.  He lies on his back, his head on the arm of the sofa.  I step up on the couch and fuck into his mouth.  The blond steps forward so he can see my dick enter his partner.  “Damn, if I didn’t have to go to work, I’d let you pump that up my ass.”

Just the thought of fucking the Blond makes me fuck into the Tatted One’s mouth harder.  I pull out and let the Blond replace me fucking into his partner.  I lean over and position myself so my tongue is reaming the Blond’s ass on his backstroke.  He groans.  And it makes him shoot all over the Tatted One’s face.  He mutters a ‘thanks’ to me and goes off to clean up for work.  The Tatted One is mopping the cum off his face and licking his fingers.

He gets up and checks to see if other men are around.  It’s not yet 5:30am.  I’m pretty sure not.  I get him to settle back down and work on my dick.

He gets up again.

When he comes back I offer to eat his ass, too.  This finally keeps in place for a bit.  But soon he is up and checking the “noise” he’s heard.

His partner comes in, fully dressed, thanks me and leaves.

Now it starts in full force.  The Tatted One is everywhere but where he should be:  On my dick.  He’s at the window.  He’s whistling for the dog.  He is trying to find a bottle of water he swears he had (and I’ve never seen.) 

It sinks in that he’s high.

I get him back on my dick for a moment.  When he moves off me again.  I jerk myself.  On his trip to the other side of the porch, I corral him for a moment, sit him down and shoot on his face.  He barely notices.

I excuse myself, get dressed as fast as I can and go back to my sleeping bag.

And sleep.

*****

On the day I left I did get my f-bud back to the play area in the woods.  He loves gloryholes…and the slurp ramp style GH’s there did the trick.  We had far better sex in those few minutes than I had with the two supposedly hotter men.

Kevin at Toronto's Cum-Union

Toronto—September, 2016

I had finished up my work in Northern Indiana, gone to the piss party at the end of the week, and by the next Monday I was headed out of state for my annual trip to Canada.  I was going to spend most of my time in a slightly different place this year, but more on that later.  I started as I always do, with a trip to Toronto.

I had been in contact with Canadian Kevin, as he’s known on here. 

We have met twice—at a CumUnion and at a Rough House event both held at the Toronto SteamWorks.  The two of us were both eager to see each other again—as our last two meetings had been aborted due to different family emergencies.  We timed it for the CumUnion night at SteamWorks.  I will need to find him in a sling room…

The energy of the bathhouse is high.  It’s crowded.  And hot.  I walk past the slurp ramp on the way to my room.  It’s packed.  I find my small room and change into my leathers.  I begin the circuit of the open doors.  He’s not in the best sling room—where we met—a room that has a closable iron gate so men can watch the action and stick their hard cocks through the grill work.  And he’s not in the room right next to it—where we played the second time.  I walk towards the corner room, aware of the stares of the guys I meet in the corridor—all in their towels.  Their eyes linger on my leather and the jock pouch full of swollen cock waiting to spring free.  Some are surprised.  Some love it.  One twink looks panicked.

The door is open.  It’s dark in the room.  A cute, young guy is fucking the hot man in the sling.  I’ve come to the right place.  I toss my bag on the bed and get my cock out.  I stick it in Kevin’s mouth.  At least I am pretty sure it’s Kevin with this low light.  Once I feel his mouth I’m quite sure.  The man fucking Kevin re-doubles his efforts.  He’s in the home stretch, it seems. 

“Fuck!”  He pulls out, rips off the condom.  Kevin lets go of me, but keeps his mouth open as he sits up in the sling.  The first spurt hits him on the chin.  The rest covers his gym built chest.  The top shoots us a grin and leaves.  I bend over and kiss his cummy lip hello.

We chat a little.  He tells me that he’s been here for an hour.  He’s had two cocks in him—but this was the first load.  He hands me the chalk.  I write on the wall:  Me.  Them.  Loads.  Two hashmarks under Them and one mark under Loads.  Cocks in his mouth don’t count in the tally.

I get on my knees—leaving the door open—and get to work on eating out his hole.  He’s juicy and ready from the men who’ve been up him.  I eat and spit.  Lick and swallow.  I suit up while I’m grinding my beard into his hole.  I stand up and enter him.

“I—I’d forgotten how thick you are,” Kevin grunts out.  I keep right on fucking.  We have visitors at the door.  A man about my age comes in.  He gets the idea and puts his dick in Kevin’s mouth.

I pull out and slap my engorged dick against the mound in Kevin’s black jock.  He pulls his dick out and begins jerking it.  I enter him roughly—matching the strokes of the man fucking Kevin’s mouth.

Eventually he fucks Kevin too.

And another. 

And another guy who only uses his mouth.

I mark the wall when there is a lull.  I’ve been up him 4 times, the same number as how many other dicks have been up his ass.  He has had one more load shot into his mouth as well.

We break and go for a walk to the slurp ramp.  I have Kevin service my cock.  I have an older man to my left.  He sticks his dick out hoping for a mouth.  I tap the back of Kevin’s head and move him to the new cock.  I watch him hungrily take the new man. 

I move Kevin back to me.

 And in the other direction to service a third dick.

When those guys move off, I take Kevin to the fuck bench that is in this area.  I fuck him hard and loud…but we can’t get anyone else to fuck him, though one burly bear uses his mouth.

I take Kevin to the shower and empty myself of piss all over his beautiful ass.  I lick some off—and let rinse off the rest.

We head back to the room.  We play much the same way.  Always on view.  Always encouraging.  Getting the occasional man to come in and play.

We use the public sling, too.  Lots of hands on his chest and his dick—but here no one else fucks him.

Leaving that area, we spy a man sitting in a lounge area.  Kevin looks at me.  I nod.  Kevin gets on his knees in front of the man with the biggest dick of the night.  He takes the ebony 10 incher deep into his mouth.  I get behind my boy and begin rimming his ass.  We invite the hung one back to the room.  He agrees.  And never shows up.

I mark the wall.

We take a break from each other.  I go off to roam a little on my own.  Kevin keeps the door open, lolling in the sling.

I use the slurp ramp again on my own.  I let two different men share my dick.

I walk through the glory hole area—but nothing catches my eye.

But rounding the corner a man sure does.  He’s lying in his own small room.  Somewhere between 25 and 35, beautiful dark black skin, a perfect bubble butt and a smile that, as he looked at me over his shoulder, made my dick drip.  He nodded for me to come in.  He got on all fours, while telling me, with quite a heavy accent, that his name was Cedric and that he was in Toronto from Jamaica.  He finished his introduction with “And I want your raw dick in my ass.”

I knelt and got his hole wet.  I am pretty sure there was at least one load in there.  I want to eat him out forever, but I force myself to stop and stand up.

My dick eases in to him.  He lets out a musical moan as I bottom out in his hole.  Then:  “Fuck me, Daddy.”

I do.  But not for long.  I have an idea.   As I pummel his ass, I tell Cedric what I’m thinking.  He agrees enthusiastically.  I slow to a stop and we both go to find Kevin.

Kevin tells me he’s had one more with no load.  I introduce the boys and tell Kevin to lie on his back on the bed.  I tell Cedric to get on all fours above Kevin and so he can suck Kevin’s cock.  I enter Cedric’s ass centimeters above Kevin’s face and tongue. 

“Lick my balls,” I tell Kevin.  He does.  He loves this.  He loves watching me fuck other men raw.  I fuck Cedric hard.  Then pull my dick out.  Kevin attacks it.  He wants to suck me clean of Cedric’s ass juices.

I go back up Cedric.  We fuck.  Kevin cleans me.

I fuck some more.  I pull out.  “Open your mouth,” I bark.  I shoot my load into Kevin’s mouth.  My dick follows.  Kevin grabs his own cock and beats his load out of it as he cleans me up.

We thank Cedric—who gives me his card.

I mark the wall—leaving it for the clean-up crew.

Me                   Them               Loads

 8                         6                       4

Wet Fucks

Chicago—September, 2016

It was a long, dry summer—at least as far as my getting to the piss party in Chicago.  I’d had the great piss scene in Indiana, but now, at the top of September, I could finally go and play with my buds in the city.  I took the sling.

I arrive early enough to get the sling set up before the men arrive.  It’s tucked in the back corner as usual.  I strip off my clothes.  I add the jock (the one I’m slowing destroying for an admirer) the wrist bands, my boots and the neoprene harness with yellow piping.  I give the organizer my entrance fee.  I check my bag with the cute coat check clerk.  He gives me my numbered tag and pulls me into a kiss.  When we pull out of it he promises me some piss later and, with a slightly evil grin, says “maybe more.”

A good start.  And no members are in the room yet…

I sit in the back, tanking up on my water, and watching the piss porn playing.  In moments the men start coming through the door.  They strip.  They cruise.  They drink their beer or water.

It seems darker in the bar today.  In that gloom, one by one I let guys take a turn on my dick.  I just sit there, my legs spread.  The men kneel and take me deep into their mouths.  There’s no piss from anyone yet—we are all still hydrating. 

A nice looking bear asks if I will fuck him.  I tell him to check back with me a little later in the night.  He smiles and goes off to fill his cup with water from the thermos on the end of the bar. 

I hear a noise in the other direction.  I look towards the door.  One of my favorite piss buds, the red headed bottom, has arrived and is greeting the bartender.  I decide to go fill my water bottle from the thermos nearest him.  He greets me with a hug.  We chat for a bit—he reminds me this is his last piss party as he and his partner are moving west.  He soon bends over and, right at the bar, gives me some head.  When he comes up for air he asks if I want some piss. 

I don’t answer, I just kneel and drink him down.

“I think I’m ready to hop in the sling.”

We head to the back corner.  Just the act of getting him into the sling collects a crowd of horned men.  I have saved my first piss load to wet his ass crack before I start rimming him.  I let fly—covering his ass cleft, his balls and his generous-sized dick.  I kneel and begin lapping it all up.  I hear someone, I can’t see who with my face plastered against his wet ass, slide alongside the frame to get to the red head’s mouth.  Whether it is piss or a blowjob, I’ll never know.  I’m much too busy working the hole I love to fuck.  My tongue opens him up.

I stand.  I know to start slow.  I work just the head into his ass.  I wait until he does a long popper hit, then inch the rest of the way in.

“You always feel great,” he says.  The man to the side takes this as a cue for him to stick his dick back in the red head’s mouth.

I begin a long, slow fuck.  I build to a loud, wet hip slapping one.  A man stands very close to me watching every stroke of my cock going into RH.  He beats his own cock in time with my hips.  I tell him he should take a turn. 

He enthusiastically agrees.  I slide out and he slides in.  The man on the side of the sling has left so I take his place and offer my ass-flavored cock to RH in the sling.  He cleans me—as best he can with the pile driving fuck he’s being given.

The new top stops.  He leans over and kisses RH.  I slide out and kneel at the end of the sling.  I tell the top I need to clean his dick.  He slides it out of the fucked ass and into my mouth.  He hasn’t shot a load, but RH’s hole has made him pre-cum like crazy.  Once I’m satisfied I’ve gotten every drop I can off his dick, I stick my tongue back into the now puffy ass.

Heaven.

I lick and spit.

I fuck until the next top wants a turn.  Two guys, partners and both tops, are here for the first time in years.  I know them and they are always good for multiple loads.  I offer RH’s ass to the younger one.

He agrees eagerly.  And shoots in no time.  He knows me well enough to know just what to do.  He marinates in the cummy ass for a moment, then withdraws and sticks his cock in my mouth.

I clean him.

I felch.

I fuck in the remains.

I have his partner do the same.

And repeat…

*****

Later.  Much later.

I am at the bar.  I refill my water bottle.  I piss on three younger men having sex at the bar.  One of them is feeding the other two on their knees.  I add another stream for them to swallow. 

I turn to the coat check area.  The attendant—the hot otter with a street-wise face comes out from behind the tables.  I walk over.

“I have that piss you wanted,” he tells me.

I kneel.  He feeds it to me—his cock getting hard once the stream ends.  We’ve been flirting for the last few parties—and the last couple he’s fed me.  I stand, not wanting to keep him from his duties.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

I shrug.

He turns around and leans onto his work table presenting me with his ass.  “Fuck me,” he tells me.  “I’ve always wanted that dick.”

“Raw?”

“Yeah.  Breed me if you want to…”

I can’t believe my good fortune.  This is more than I’d hoped for.  I go back to my knees.  The floor is drier here than in the back.  I eat out his hole.  I know he’ll need lots of spit.  I lube my cock as I eat him out.  I can’t wait…

I stand up and slide into him.  He takes me easily for someone who’s had no play for the last three hours.  He feels incredibly tight. I fuck him hard.  So hard I move the table he’s leaning on.

The first man up RH comes by.  He stops and pisses on my cock—so I piston loads of his piss up the coat check boy.  I stop.  I pull out and tongue his hole.

“Oh, fuck…” the boy moan’s.

I stand and lean on the table.  This puts my dick right in line with his ass.  He backs up on it and skewers himself.  He beats his dick.  He gets off impaling himself on my dick.

And just in time.  A patron asks for his bag, before I can finish cleaning up the boy’s spent dick.

Feeding the Felchers (Idle Hands, Pt III)

Northwest Indiana—September, 2016

This final piece about the Devil’s Workshop takes place in the same porn palace—where there is an arcade on one side of the store and a theatre on the other.  And on a day towards the end of my time in Indiana…

“Miguel wants both of us.”  The text came in from Ryan—the author of the blog Spreading My Legs.  “You up for it?”

I assure him I am up for it.  Indeed, just the thought of it gets my cock to jump.

We are all available in the afternoon and agree to meet at this particular bookstore.

I see Ryan just getting out of his car as I pull into the parking lot.  We greet each other.  Almost instantly he gets a text from Miguel. 

“He’s a having clean out issues—running a little late,” Ryan tells me.  We go inside and separate.  I get some warm-up head from an eager, anonymous cocksucker through a glory hole on the arcade side.  When I come out of the booth, there they both are in the hallway.  We go off to the theatre side.

The space is empty.  I step into the standing area.  We all unfasten our pants.  Ryan pushes Miguel over to suck my dick.  He also pulls Miguel’s trousers down around his ankles.  Ryan kneels and begins hungrily eating the hole we will both soon be fucking.  Miguel, even at an odd angle, is taking me to the root.  And loving it.  It feels great.  I pull back a little, hold his head and fuck his mouth.

I turn Miguel.  I want to taste his hole.  Ryan stands for head and I kneel to feast on the spit slick hole Ryan has prepared for me.  I delve in.  Miguel’s ass is already slightly puffy from Ryan’s tongue work.  Miguel opens it for my invading tongue.  I lose track of time as I devour his hole.  I want to fuck it, but I can’t bring myself to stand up and do it, his hole is so hot on my tongue.

I do of course.  I stand up and insert my dick.  Nothing like starting with the bigger one.  I glide in easily.  My bottoming out in his hole, forces Miguel down to the root of Ryan’s cock.  My hips start a noisy fuck rhythm as they slam against his hot, brown ass. 

I finally slow down and tell Miguel to turn around.  There is no question that my cock goes directly from his ass to his mouth.  Ryan slams into him.  “You opened him up good,” he grunts out.  I turn so Miguel can clean every inch of my cock covered with his ass jizz.  Ryan bucks into him.  I finally pull out of Miguel’s mouth and just hold onto Miquel’s shoulders as Ryan pummels his ass.

Ryan stops, just short of cumming.  I turn Miguel around.  I don’t see him go down on Ryan, but I can hear Ryan’s dick being cleaned as I sink to my knees to taste what that hard fucking has done to Miguel’s hole.  If he was self-lubing his hole before, it’s now awash with his juices.  I happily clean him up.  I pull back Miguel’s hard cock and take the dripping head into my mouth.  I let the drip of his pre-cum accumulate on my tongue—then shove it into his ass.  Miguel grunts around Ryan’s cock.

That makes me stand up and fuck him.  I drill him.  Hard.  Faster and faster.  I stop and all but pull out.  I let drop a huge dollop of my spit, spiked with the remains of his pre-cum and ass juice, to fall on my hard cock.  Ryan bends across Miguel’s back to lick it up.  I pull all the way out and let Ryan clean my dick.  I shove it back up Miguel.

I fuck him, my hips slapping that bent over ass.  They have to be able to hear us in the lobby, but no one cares.  I feel it building in my balls.  It’s not like me to cum this fast.  I just let it happen.  I shoot into Miguel’s ass with a low grunt.

I marinate for a minute, then pull out.  Ryan spins Miguel around and sinks to his knees.  I watch him feast on my load out of Miguel’s hole.  I sit down and lean against the back wall, watching the sex show in front of me.  Ryan’s face is plastered to the darker skinned butt.  He has to be getting every drop he can reach.  He’s there a long time, grunting each time Miguel pushes and delivers load into Ryan’s mouth.  Finally he stands.  He shoves his cock into Miguel.  He fucks in quick jack rabbit strokes.  In moments, he’s convulsing, bent over Miguel’s back.

I stay right on the floor.  My hand reaches out and guides Miguel to turn his ass towards me.  He does.  He backs slightly and seals his wet, sloppy butt onto my face—pressing me against the wall.  I can’t escape.  Not that I want to—I tongue deeply, tasting the heady mix of two loads of jizz and his ass juice. 

I stroke as I eat him out.  My cock has never gone down.  I realize I could shoot again.  I move enough so somehow Miguel knows to stop holding me against the back wall.  I stand and insert into that moist butt.  I fuck just a few strokes before I shoot a second load into his still sloppy hole.

I bonus shot of me fucking Miguel at Ryan's a few years ago.

Miguel now has his name in the label cloud at the right.  There are more pictures on one of those earlier posts.

Back to the Devil's Workshop (Idle Hands, Pt. II)

Northwest Indiana—August/September, 2016

My work hours were few.  I had lots of free time.  Oh, those idle hands.  Of course I went back to the Devil’s Workshops—the porn palaces of the area.  The stories in this post were all in a bookstore where there is a “theatre” (chairs, a bench and a standing area behind a low wall) on one side of the store and a typical glory hole arcade is on the other side.  Of course, I saved some money and bought the combo ticket to do both…

A Saturday afternoon.  It’s prime cruising time.  Parking lot fairly full.  I decide to go into the theatre first.  I sit down, slightly to the side.  It’s a straight movie with an actual plot about wife swapping.  (God, I realize that I am old enough to remember when plots in porn were the norm, not the exception.)  I am alone in the theatre.  I pull out my dick.  I stroke—just enough for it to plump nicely.

But I’m not alone.  With the gloom in the space, I hadn’t seen a man in the farthest corner.  He’s behind this 4 foot high wall—in the standing area.  He leans forward now, both arms on the wall, so he’s not stroking. Is he showing me his ass?  If so, I can’t see it from where I’m sitting.

A man comes in.  Blue color trade type.  He stands behind the wall, too.  The first man inches towards him.  The first man’s hand disappears—giving the new arrival a good feel on the front of his jeans.

Nothing ventured.  I stand up and go into the standing area.  I am right behind the new arrival.  He pays no attention to me—as he’s still getting some fondling from the first guy.

So I kneel.

This gets his attention.  He turns, undoing his belt.  He’s on a work break.  The jeans have cement dust all over them and he’s been sweating on the job.  He sticks a dick of just about my size into my mouth.

He sighs as I swallow him down.  “This guy knows how to do it,” he tells the first guy.  That’s enough for the first guy to unzip.  He has next to no cock at all—but I give him the same attention as the big one.

The curtain opens.  An older African American walks in.  He sees the scene and instantly comes over to us.  I am now surrounded by hard cocks.  In my mouth, being stroked in front of my eyes or beating on my cheek, waiting for his turn.  I take the ebony cock in my mouth.  It’s thick, not long.  He holds my head in place and fucks my mouth.

I spend the next 15 minutes being pushed from dick to dick.  I deep throat.  I lick balls.  I make a show of swallowing pre-cum from the veritable faucet of the blue collar dick.  I put my own dick away.  I can’t touch myself.

It’s the tiny dick that comes first.  But one orgasm triggers the others to shoot.  The fat cock slaps my cheek and I just get the small one out of my mouth before the fat one explodes.   Thick and creamy.

Those two guys zip up and leave, leaving me pinned to the wall with the blue collar cock fucking my face.  He comes the moment he calls me a “cocksucking faggot.”  He lets me suckle every drop from him.  Then he wraps a fast food napkin around it and puts it away.

I am left panting in the dark.

*****

Same day.  It’s slow for a while.  I let several men suck me through the glory holes.  One is a thin Latino.  He crooks his finger through the hole, calling me over.  I go.  He’s very small and thin.  

Likely 50’s, just the beginnings of grey in his black hair.  A handsome face.  And a bubble butt.  He turns and drops his pants.  It’s tight in these booths, but I kneel and surprise him by rimming his hole.

“Fuck me,” he whispers.  “Fuck me good.”

I stand up, hoping he’s prepped for I’m going in. 

I fuck him hard. 

I fuck him as he clutches the plexiglass case around the television in the booth. 

I fuck him until he cums handsfree.

And he’s spotless.

I open the door.  There is Miguel—the Latino from Ryan’s house and the house party this August.  He leads me to another booth.  I fuck him there.

We only stop to see if he can’t get a load from someone else for me to fuck in.  I go to the theatre as he works the arcade.

Thirty minutes later, he’s been fucked, but no load. 

I take care of that for him—and give him the one I’ve been building up.

*****

Another trip.  Evening now.  Fairly deserted.  I’m in the theatre, jerking.  I’m rock hard.

A fit older guy enters.  He sucks me.  I lose half of my erection—and I’m not quite sure why.  I’m now about half hard.  Maybe it’s because I know he wants to get fucked and I don’t want to do that with him.

The curtains part.  The hottest man I’ve seen there walks in.  He stops and watches us.  My dick gets very hard now.  He’s tall, thin and with muscles showing under a tight, white tee shirt.  Chiseled, tanned features.  Longish, dark hair.  He opens his jeans and takes out a long, thin dick, with a ton of foreskin.  He strokes, moving that skin lovingly over the slick red head of his cock.

My cock sucker shows off too, showing how deep he can take me.

The hot guy comes over to where I’m sitting.  “You suck?” he asks.  I take him in my mouth.

He likes my tongue a lot and tells me so.  I suck noisily.  I lick his balls pulling the shorts and the jeans down to get at them.  My hands find his ass cheeks.  He’s incredibly hairless. All over.   I get his equally hairless orbs good and wet.

He leans down to heft my cock.  I squirm around and stick my face into his ass.  This is the ass I want to fuck.  I rim him as he grabs onto the shoulders of my cocksucker.  He groans as I wet his hole.

“You like to fuck?” he grunts out.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he says.  “I’m ready to bang your ass so fuckin’ hard.”

I am so surprised, it takes me a moment before I say I don’t enjoy getting fucked.

He’s pissed.  He zips up and leaves us alone.

I sigh.  Maybe I’ll do my cock sucker after all…

*****

I will save the last story from this particular Devil’s Workshop until next time—a story I’m calling “Feeding the Felchers.”

"Did You Bring the Sling?"

Northwest Indiana—August, 2016

I glanced at the text:  “Did you bring the sling?”

I had stayed in touch with Don, a ginger haired cock sucker I’d met at an Indiana bookstore last year.  He’d also showed up at my motel room, letting himself give in to his desire for skin on skin fucking.  (That post is Here.)  He was happy I was back in his neighborhood.   “Never been in one,” read the next text.

I sent back word that I had indeed tossed the sling in the trunk of my car.  I didn’t tell him it was already set up in my hotel room—and had had enough piss flying around it a few nights ago to sink it.  We arranged an evening meeting.  He could tell his partner he would be with a client.  And he would actually be putting his feet in the leather stirrups for the first time.

He’s a little late.  I have prepped the room (removed the icky-feeling bedspread and covered the two wall lamps with red bandannas.  I push the porn into the computer as I hear his knock on the door. 

Don is looking good.  What I wrote a year ago is still correct:  ‘He’s a good six foot tall, just beginning to carry a little more weight than he’d like, but you can see he’s at the gym regularly to fight it.  Maybe 40—no more than 45.  The ginger hair is thick on top—and there is a dusting in all the right places.’ We kiss.  He jumps in the shower to finish up his prep.

I sit on the foot of the bed.  Legs sprawled.  I watch Cum Whore, kneading my mound of cock, covered by a very clean white jock.  The moment Don is out of the bathroom, still rather damp and steamy, he’s between my legs.  He pulls the pouch aside and takes me deep into his mouth.  Damn, this guy can suck.  He’s an admitted size queen and he knows how to handle a big dick in his mouth.  He groans deep in his throat as I bottom out deep in his throat.  He pulls back up and does some great tongue work on my piss slit—and then over the entire leaking cock head.

“Damn,” Don pants.  “I love your dick.”

“Get up on the bed.  All fours.  Right here.”  I smack edge of the mattress right next to where I’m sitting.  I slide to the floor and press my face into the generous globes of ass flesh he presents to me.  I find his damp hole.  I make it wetter.  I tongue fuck him until he grabs a pillow and all but shoves it into his mouth to keep from groaning too loudly. 

I renew my oral attack on his hole.  I lube my dick as I tongue him.  I stand up.  I have to really work the head into him.

“I told you my boyfriend doesn’t fuck me anymore.”  He grunts as he relaxes his hole.  “It barely gets used.”

I silently vow to make sure his hole gets well used tonight.  The talking has distracted him.  I have bottomed out in his ass.  I let him get used to me.  My hands massage his shoulders and down his spine.  I start to fuck.  Slow strokes.  Long strokes.   Strokes that almost pull out of his hole.   Slow and deliberate.  And it’s driving him crazy.

“Fuck me,” he says into the pillow case.  “Ram my ass.”

I start a slow build—then think, fuck it, and begin slamming into his ass.  I watch as Don bites the pillow and makes encouraging grunts to egg me on.  I finish off with a swat on his ass with my right hand that reverberates in the tiny room.

“Let’s get you in the sling.”

“How do I do this?”  He’s standing at the end of the sling looking at the wide swath of shiny leather.  I get him to sit on the edge and lie back.

 “Now pull yourself towards me so that wet ass of yours is hanging out over the end.”

He does.  His head is now supported by the sling, where it should be.  I get his legs in the stirrups.  He looks totally comfortable.  Totally at home.

“How does it feel?”

“Great.”

“And it naturally spreads you open,” I whisper as I kneel in front of his hot hole.  I dive in.  It’s my turn to groan.  His hole is already puffy from the hard fucking.  And wet.  He’s a natural luber.  I lick it up and dig deeper for more.  I reach up and squeeze his cock as I tongue him, seeing if I can get any pre-cum to leak out.  When I pull out of his ass, I come up and lick a pearly drop out of his slit.  I shove it into his ass.  Fuck, I love the idea of his own cum in his hole.  I keep licking him for so long, I’m sure it’s all gone, but I don’t care.  Don has started jerking after I let go of his dick.  I surface another time to mop up his cock head.  This time I swab everything I collect into his hole and leave it there.  I stand up.  We lock eyes and I push in.

“Oh, fuck…”  Don’s eyes roll up.  He is no longer looking at me.  He is in his own personal fuck space.  I bat his hand away from his dick.  It’s gone down with my invading cock anyway.  I start a slow rhythmic fuck.  Short, hard strokes.  My thin hips are slapping loudly at his full ass.

I stop.  I eat his hole out again.  I insert and fuck another round. 

More eating of the juices his hole is churning out. 

Another fuck.

“Let’s get some blood back in your legs.”  I help to get him up and out of the sling.  “You like it? 

“It’s great.”

We drink some water and chat a little more.

Soon he’s riding my cock as he faces me as I lie on the bed.

“Now turn around.”  I stay sprawled.  He pulls off me and turns.  There is a mirror on the opposite wall.  Now he can watch himself as he sits on my cock.  He can’t take his eyes off my dick entering him.  He bounces on my cock—until I hold him still and fuck up into him.

We break again.  And it’s time to wind it up—Don has a boyfriend at home.

“I want you to breed me in the sling."

He gets in—like an old pro this time.

I spit into his hole a couple of times. 

I stand up and fuck.

A couple of licks at his hole—and I’m there.  I insert just in time to breed him.  I spasm into his hole.  Don grabs his cock and in three quick jerks shoots a load all over himself.

He cleans up carefully—once more in the shower.

We kiss—and he’s gone.

*****

My phone pings.  I look at the text.  “I just pulled into the driveway and you are seeping out of my ass.”

I grin.

I get texts all the next day.  He’s hooked on the sling.  Or my cock.  Or both.

We do it all again in the following week.