Tag Teaming at the Baths

St. Louis—February, 2017

My next business trip took me to St. Louis.  I have visited every February for the last 20 or so years.  I love the men of this city.  And I have, well, “met” more than my share.  The bathhouse in town has only gotten better with a couple of different renovations that included new playspaces.  I went there on the night of my arrival.  It seemed to be fairly busy for a Thursday night.

I arrive right around 7pm.  I want to make it an early night since I have a day of meetings tomorrow.  I rent a locker.  I strip down to my jock and put my boots back on.  I tuck my travel bottle of lube into the waistband of the graying Bike.  I tuck the key into my leather wrist band and throw the towel over my shoulder.  And I am set to tour the building.

I start in the newest play area.  This used to be the (seemingly) under-used gym.   It now has a line of booths with glory holes.   Behind that, there is a three screen porn area with lots of platforms to sit and watch or play.  There is also a slurp ramp.  I stop there.  In the sucker position.  An older Caucasian man is standing dead center on the ramp above, his cock halfway stuck through the hole.  It’s slightly larger than average, sporting a small PA.  As I approach, he pushes his inches all the way out.  I take him to the root.  He sighs.  So do I.  This is the perfect warm up.  My dick gets hard and hits the plywood of the ramp.

I must be doing a good job.  He’s groaning now.  He pulls out of my mouth, not wanting to shoot.  He thinks better and sticks it back in my mouth.  In moments, he convulses in orgasm.  He shakes.  I can feel his dick swell.  I can feel the pump.  And I don’t get a single drop of jizz.  It’s a totally dry cum.   He thanks me and, I’m guessing, goes home to dinner with his boyfriend.

I walk through the video area—several men are there jerking.  I continue the circuit and pass the booths.  There is no sign of life here—no towels hung on doors to let guys know there is someone waiting inside with dick, mouth or ass at the ready.  No, my eye is on the African American daddy lounging against the wall by the entrance to this area.  His cock is hidden under a towel.  He squeezes the mound as our eyes connect.  I stop.  Maybe he says hello, I don’t remember.  I do remember his pulling me to him and kissing me, grinding his body against mine.  His towel falls away.  My cock springs out of the pouch.  We stroke each other’s cocks as we kiss.  I can’t remember the last time I kissed anyone in a bathhouse.

I break away and go to my knees.   He’s surprised I want to suck this thick, curved dick.  Then he’s happy I want to suck him.  He makes noises about not wanting to get off so early in the night.  But he doesn’t pull out of my mouth.  He doesn’t push me away or pull me up.  He keeps pumping into my mouth and telling me how good it feels.

His load is big.  He forgets to hold on to his towel and just hangs on to my shoulders as his orgasm racks him.  And the volume of jizz is huge.  Those big balls have given me a meal.

I go sit and watch the movies.   Blowjobs are traded with three or four men and I lick a hot hole hidden by an ebony bubble butt I have to pry apart.  There are now nine of us on the various seating areas—playing together.

We watch a young couple, maybe 30’s parade around arm in arm.  They are opposites—one short, one tall.  The short one dark haired; the tall one blond. 

The tall one says, for our benefit: “Let’s go to the booths.”

I hear two doors creak open and bang shut.  Guys start dispersing to let these young ones service them with mouth and ass.  I move to a different seating position so if I turn one way I can see a screen, if I turn the other, I can see who goes into a booth where a towel now marks it as occupied.  I just don’t know which of couple is behind the door in my sight line.

I watch a guy go in.   You can hear the fuck sounds—the partition rattling.

And another.

When he goes out, I go in.  I haven’t a clue who mouths my cock for a few moments.  I feel the hot mouth leave.  A hotter ass backs up on it.  I haven’t a clue which of them is impaling themselves on me.  I feel the squish of the load he just took.  But I can’t see him.  I want to hold on to his hips.  I want to slap his ass.  I pull away and let another man take my place.

I wander the circuit of rooms.  An older man who had sucked my dick in the TV area is laying on his stomach in one of the small rooms.  We have a leisurely ass eat and fuck, neither of us trying to get off.

Back in the slurp ramp, there is a small crowd.   A stunning young man has placed his big dick through the main hole.  It seems like every man is waiting their turn to suck it.  I get in line.  None of us get him off.  He tires after of it after sampling most of the mouths, including mine.  He wanders off, never to be seen again.

“We want you to tag us.”

I turn around to see who’s talking to me.  It’s the tall half of the couple.

“Sure.  But can we do it someplace other than the booths?”

He looks at me like I’m crazy.  “Is you dick as big as Stevie said?”

I pull it out of the pouch.

He looks at it, drooling from the blow job I was just giving.  “You can fuck us anywhere you want.”

“The dark area near the sling.”

He nods.  I head off there.  There is a raised, padded platform in this dark space that is the perfect height to either bend guys over, or have them on their backs.  And it’s open for all to watch us in the shadows.

They arrive.  They lie down on their backs side by side.

“Use our holes, man.  Just go back and forth.”

I bend and eat the short one.  His hole is frothy with cum.  I switch my tongue to the taller one.  He’s not as loaded, but I’m pretty sure I can taste some in his ass.  I stand up and enter the tall one, as I’d seemingly fucked the short one in the booth.  He has a great hole.  And he’s perfectly lined up for a heavy assault.

I stop and switch.  I fuck the small guy until he begs me to go back to his partner.

I tell the tall one to get his feet on the floor and bend.  I shove my cum covered cock into his hole.  “Here’s some jizz from your boyfriend’s hole,” I bark out.  “Let me fuck it into you.”

This excites the short one he bends around to kiss his partner and whisper:  “Take that cum I collected.  Let him fuck it up your butt.”

“Get down here,” I tell the short one.  He bends so they are side by side.  I pull out of the tall one and go right into the short one.  One stroke, Two.  Then back to the tall one.  Pulling globs of man seed out of the short one and redistributing it to the tall one.

Back and forth.

The small guy is beginning to fade, I can tell.

“Who wants my cum?”

“I took more loads in the booth.  Give it to him.”

I pull out of the short guy and plow into his taller partner.  My cock is coated.  I begin to unload as I slide my dick home.

The boys hold on to each other, as I pump all my pent up jizz into the ass in front of me.

The tall one knows to turn around the moment I pull out of his ass.  He licks my wilting cock until it glistens with nothing but his spit.

Derrick Is Double Loaded

West Michigan—February, 2017

Derrick knew I was traveling throughout February, but offered me some play time between trips.  I was happy to oblige.  Jacob was not home.  He was half a world away. Derrick, all but naked, kissed me at the door.  I always forget that he’s so tall.  Taller than my 6’ 3” slender frame. I tilted my neck back and surrendered to it. 

We sat and talked in the den for a bit.  Then he said he wanted to go downstairs.  I assumed we were headed to the playroom, but he turned in the other direction and went into the guest room.  As I started to get undressed, he told me he wanted to work on taking more of my dick deep into his throat and he thought a bed would be better than the sling or the sofa in the playroom.  He sprawled on the bed, face up and head hanging over the edge.  The position alone made me stiffen up…

I straddle his head.  He adjusts himself so his head hangs a little lower, to better the angle.  I give him just the tip on my cock in his mouth.  I let his tongue swirl around the head.  I lower myself into him.  I’m three quarters of the way in.  I pull back.  He’s not choking.  He’s taking me easily. 

I continue a slow in and out.  He chokes only once.

I begin to fuck his face.  He is now taking almost all of me.  If I break the rhythm and fuck into his mouth slowly he can take all of me, but not if I do it repeatedly.

I bend down and kiss him.  I notice his dick is rock hard and dripping.  I bend across him, lick it up and spit it into his mouth.  My cock drives back into his throat.  I am at full fuck speed now.  Giving him at least two thirds of my dick on each stroke.

Now deeper.  One.  Two.  Three.  Fours strokes.  Finally he gags.

I grab his head and adjust him slightly, to ease the pressure on his neck.  I fuck his mouth again.  I slap his open tongue with my sopping dick, covered in deep spittle, and then dive back into his throat.

I pull out completely.  I mean, rip it out of his mouth.  I bend my knees and let him suckle on my balls.  Each orb is treated individually.  Then together.  Soon they are as wet as my cock.

I move around and fuck his ass.  His legs on my shoulders.  His head still lolling over the edge of the bed.  He grunts his appreciation.

I pull out.  I walk around to his head.  I squat over his face.

“Give me that butt,” he grunts.

I lower myself onto his face.  Slowly.  Teasing him.  Making him want it that much more.  I let him lick my hole until my legs can no longer take the awkward position.  I stand up and turn around.  I fuck his mouth again.

“I want you to eat my ass—but in comfort.”

We go into the playroom and pull the rimseat out from under where it is stored under the sling.

*****

We indulge in a marathon of ass eating. 

Derrick drill fucking me with his tongue. 

Me, tasting his briefly fucked hole.  And opening it wide and gaping with my tongue, teeth and goatee.

We trade on the rimseat.

We take turns in the sling.

We literally lose track of time.

Of course his turn in the sling leads to more fucking.  I slide easily into the gape I’ve created. 

I fuck with long strokes.

At full speed.

I rim him again.

And fuck him some more.

And do it all again.

Eventually I let loose the load that has been building for so many hours.

I stay in place.  Derrick loves to jerk himself with my softening dick in his ass.  His hand scoops up vast amounts of Elbow Grease.  He works his dick furiously. 

And works it some more. 

I touch his balls.  Twist his big, hard nipples.  His dick finally shoots—making his hole contract around my cock.

“You want it?”  I ask?

“What?”

“You know…”  I look him right in the eye.  Still buried deep in his butt.

I begin to piss. 

And piss.

I spasm with the clenching of his ass, but keep on power washing his gut.

*****

We look at the clock in disbelief.  We’ve been downstairs for over four hours.  Lost track of time indeed.

“Well, thanks for the birthday present,” he says kissing me at the door.

“It’s your birthday?”

“Later in the week.  But yeah.”

I give him an even tighter hug…

Show Off

Louisville—Febraury, 2017

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

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

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

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

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

I nod.

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

I do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Against my better judgment I do. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

I deposit a load before bed time.

A Stranger In a New Playground

Memphis—February, 2017

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” he hisses.  “But not here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks.”

“You fuck with that thing, right?”

I assure him I do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bottom thanks me.  

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

He grins and leaves.

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

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

"You Want This?"

Louisville—February, 2017

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re hungry.  Damn!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stands back up.  “Take my dick.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Un-sexy Post

I think it may have been the very next day, when I was still luxuriating in the afterglow of the ten man orgy, when I got a text from a man I’d seen earlier in the month:  “Sorry, but I think I may have exposed you to syphilis.  You should get it checked out.”

I got in the car the next morning and went to run the entire battery of tests.  I thought again about a comment that a reader had written on the Jan 8, 2017 post:  “So can you post something about how you avoid health risks with all the unprotected sex you have? Do you ever worry about it?”  I had put off answering.  And while you could read that “…do you ever worry about it?” as if I didn’t have a brain in my head, I have decided to take it in a more neutral manner.  So let’s talk a little about why and how I play bare.  This is what I decided.  It won’t work for everyone.

·         Knowledge is power.

When I was still a ‘condom every time’ kind of guy, I read everything I could find on HIV and other sexual transmitted diseases.  I talked to men who I knew were playing bare.  I was so close to doing it, but I did not take the Magnum off until two things happened.  The first was the death of my partner (which had nothing to do with HIV.)  The opening of our relationship had included the caveat that I would not play bare so I wouldn’t be bringing stuff home to him.  I played with many, many men when he was too sick to have sex anymore—I could have removed the condom with them and he’d never have known.  But I didn’t.  I waited until it was just me—for that’s what I’d promised. 

The second thing that really decided me was the 2007 AIDS conference where they asserted that the safest bare sex you could have was a circumcised negative top fucking an undetectable bottom. I still wasn’t sure I could remove the latex.  And I didn’t, until I had a three way with a known undetectable bottom bud and a top friend of mine.  The top fucked him bare—and that top was a nurse.

·         If you play bare often enough, you’ll get something.

When I started playing bare, I knew this and accepted it.  The things I felt I was most likely to pick up are curable or manageable. I came of age playing bare.  A trip to the public health clinic was a given.  After all, back in my condom only days, I still got gonorrhea from a blow job .

·         Know the symptoms.

Know what to look for and how long after sex the symptoms might appear.  And know that many times there are no symptoms.  Which leads right to the next point…

·         Test regularly.

For me, with the guidance of the county nurse, as a man who takes nothing but a tongue up his ass, she thought once a year for HIV and every three months for everything else would be good.  It’s worked very well for me.  Many of my ‘busiest’ undetectable partners have the whole battery of tests each time they are doing their regular check-ups.

·         Set your limits.

Only you know what you are comfortable to do.  If I still had my foreskin (Damn, I would love to know the amount of skin it would take to cover me…) would I bareback?  I don’t know.  I likely wouldn't have until the advent of PrEP.  I do know that if I bottomed, I would be on PrEP in a heartbeat.  I have also stopped sex in it’s tracks when I have seen suspect things—like the man oozing sores around his anus who I had just hunkered down to rim.

·         Contact your partners.

It’s not easy, but I believe that if you end up with something, you must tell the men you’ve played with that they might have been exposed.  Text, call, email, take them to coffee.  I don’t care how, but let them know.  We’re supposed to be a band of brothers taking care and watching out for each other.  I didn’t want the news of the text in one sense—but I sure did want it and needed to figure out who I’d seen since the man who exposed me.

·         Your county health department is your friend.

I occasionally get a raised eyebrow that I’m back again.  Well, fuck them.  In the long run, they know that I am behaving responsibly and are glad of it.  If you can’t face that, get a gay doctor.  But tell whoever it is the truth about what you do sexually.  If they don’t check your ass for you only admit to cocksucking, you aren’t helping anyone.

*****

Back to me.  I gave up my blood before lunch.   I pissed in a cup.  And it didn’t feel hot—it’s amazing how ‘unclean’ you feel once you know there if a possibility you’ve been exposed. Since my partner had tested positive for syphilis, they gave me treatment on the spot. 

I went home and started to do rough drafts of the email I would send to my fuck buds.  I did want to wait to make sure I tested positive syphilis, too, before I sent them out.

A week later we got the tests back.  Just as I was finishing up the pills.  The nurse told me the news by phone.  I never had it.  I tested negative for everything.

The emails were sent only to the trash.

Ten Men in a Small Room

Grand Rapids—January, 2017

Out of the blue, I got a message from a hot looking man on the vanilla hook up site.  I was pretty sure I’d never seen his profile before.  He told me that he was trying to organize a group of men who wanted to play regularly and wanted to do it bare and drug free.  We talked a little.  He hoped to meet once a month.  He’d host—though he was open to rotating it to other men’s homes.  He hoped to attract men of any age who took care of themselves.  I knew by the end of our third email exchange, I’d give it a try.  I even volunteered to bring the sling.

At the end of the month I went north.  I arrived a shade later than I wanted.  I wanted to get the sling up before the 8:00 arrival time—but I arrived there right at the designated start time or a few minutes after.  I got the duffel bag into the small house and met the host—a cute, elfin man in his early 50’s who I couldn’t wait to get my dick into.  A couple of younger men lounged, fully clothed, on the couch. 

The host directed me up the stairs.  He told me he had cleared an area for me, as he went to the door to let in some more men.  I went up.  To the left of the stairs was just enough room for the sling.  To the right was his double bed.  It sat in the center of the space and there was room to approach it from all sides.  Which was a good thing—for five men, some naked, some in jocks, were sucking and rimming each other.  I set it up as quietly and I could.  Once I hung the chains and clipped the sling into place, I headed downstairs, stripped off and went back to join the action on the bed.

I go towards the entwined bodies on the bed.  A hot Tattooed Man is eating the ass of a 30-ish Black guy.  The other three are feasting on each other’s cocks.  One of these, a Cub, rolls towards me and swallows my semi-hard down his throat.  A Trucker type is left with a bubble butted hottie I recognize from BBRT.  The Trucker soon pulls out of his mouth and sinks his inches into that hot Bubble Butt.  He fucks him hard.  I fully erect in the Cub’s throat and he pulls off me, choking slightly.  I know I know this Cub, but I can’t place him.

“Fuck this hot ass with your big dick,” the Trucker tells me.

“I want to taste him first,” I say kneeling.  “No, give me your cock to clean.”

I never tire of the look of pleasure and lust on a top man’s face as I taste the juices some bottom has left on his cock.  I clean him up—then dive into the freshly fucked ass in front of me.  I love the softness of his butt cheeks connecting with my goatee.  Bubble Butt whimpers at my deep tonguing.  I lick and spit, lubing my own cock, at the same time.  I stand up and enter the first ass of the evening.

I stop halfway in—Bubble Butt is willing himself to relax.  “Damn,” he sighs into one of the leather pillows on bed.  I sink in the rest of the way.

“That’s hot.” the Trucker tells the Cub.  They are standing next to me, watching me fuck and idly playing with each other’s furry ass and wet cock.

“I love that dick,” the Cub replies.  “I love how it fills me up.”

I now place how I know the Cub—I have fucked him often in public in Lansing.  Everyone else is new to me.

I go back to concentrating on fucking.  The Trucker bends the Cub over.  We fuck side by side.

“You wanna switch?”  the Trucker asks.

I nod.  We do.  Both bottoms welcome the change of cock fucking into them.  In fact they are kissing—swapping spit while we swap asses.

We only stop to include some new arrivals.  There are now ten of us soon—and too many for the bed.

“The sling is for anybody,” I tell them, “not just me.”  Then I go back to eating the Black kid’s butt. 

The kid is grinding back on my beard and telling me to tongue fuck him.

The Cub takes a new recruit to the sling.  The new Recruit’s boyfriend follows them to watch.  I hear the chains begin to rattle.

One of the new men, a furry Daddy, seems to be all top.  As does the Trucker. Everyone else seems to be versatile. In the next breath after this registers, the furry Daddy starts fucking the Trucker.  I know I want that, too.

Dicks and holes are licked and fucked and cleaned. 

I sample every asshole present with my tongue.  And most with my dick.

I fuck the host’s tight hole.

I fuck the Black kid in the sling.

I suck cock.  The furry Daddy seems to really get off on having the other full top at his feet and servicing him.  I get a mouthful of pre-cum from him.  I reverse felch it into the Cub who happens to be on all fours next to us.  This signals Furry Daddy to fuck him.  I move around and get into the Cub’s mouth.  We happily spit roast the Cub.

Then we reverse.

The Trucker is back up the Bubble Butt.  I have only eaten the Trucker’s ass.  I want to plunder it too.  I let him get into a good fuck—then get behind him.  I impale him on the back stroke. 

“Holy fuck,” he gasps. 

I stand still and let him do all the work—fuck into the ass in front of him, impale himself on me as he pulls out.

He keeps it up for quite awhile.  Finally it’s too much and he loads the Bubble Butt.  The Trucker pulls off me, grabs me around the neck and kisses me—then pushes my face into the creampie mess he’s made in the Bubble Butt.

Loads are beginning to be shot by all.

The two favorite men seem to be the host and the Cub.  The host is thrilled I want to felch.

Eventually, I shoot into the Cub.  I empty a week’s worth of jizz into him.  He milks me.  Dry. Slowly the Cub pulls off me.  He sits on my face—giving me all the loads he’s collected.  And shoots his own cum all over my chest.