Piss Fucking--From Online to Reality

Chicago—January, 2018

We had chatted online for at least half a year.  Maybe more.  He loved the blog.  He loved that I could piss hard.  He knew my brother from shopping at the leather store where he worked.  We talked about a meet—but why bring a sex pig to my tiny town?  With his love of piss I asked if he would he consider Chicago—timed to include the monthly piss party?

Our chats (and looking at the pictures he sent) were a pleasant diversion.  I never for a moment thought we’d actually meet.  The east coast is a long way from southwest Michigan or the northside of Chicago.  But suddenly it all fell into place.  I don’t think he could believe he was coming on such a whim either.  I remember Alejandro emailing me his flight info so I’d believe he had really made the leap of faith.  I got busy and got a room at the motel closest to the piss party.  We’d have a play date with just us on Friday and go to the piss party on Saturday.

I arrived in town, fleeing from a snowstorm that was blanketing Michigan—but I made it in to town easily.  I set up the sling. I set up the rimseat by the desk.  I pulled off the quilted bedspread and a blanket, folding them and putting them out of the way.  I put the tarp under the sling and an old sheet of mine on top of that to catch the piss run off.  And I began to tank up.

As it turned out, he got a room, too.  I don’t think he needed me to hear his prepping for our play.  He sent a text saying he had arrived and was cleaning up and did I remember how we’d agreed to start the meet?  I did.  And he arrived at my door dead on time.  I stepped out of the bathroom and firmly closed that door and walked across the room to open the outside door…

I am dressed in my jeans and a shirt.  My new yellow jock from Toronto, the pouch of which is bulging nicely in anticipation, is under my 501’s.  I open the door.  Fuck!  He’s even better looking than his pictures.  He’s a good head shorter than I am.  Mid to late 30’s. A great smile in a handsome face.  He’s Latino, so his hair is dark and, I am soon to learn, everywhere. 

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I need to piss.  May I use your bathroom?”

“Sure, come on in.”  I shut the door behind him as he swings a bag down onto the floor.

“So, may I…”

I look to the door.  “Sorry I forgot that my boy is in there.”

His eyes widen.  He may have suggested the role play for our first words…but now he’s not sure where it’s going.  “I…”

“You can still piss.”  I kneel in front of him.  “Just piss down my throat.”

“I don’t know…”

“Come on…you need relief.  I can see it.”  This is certainly the truth.  It is so obvious that this beautiful man has got to piss.  Now.

“Ok…”  He unzips, as I unbutton myself, and hauls out a fucking beautiful PA-ed dick.  I know, thanks to Jacob, just how to fold the PA out of the way with my tongue.   It barely makes it into my mouth before it begins pissing a torrential stream.  I swallow and swallow jerking my aching dick to full hardness.  Eventually the onslaught down my gullet peters out.  I begin sucking his cock.  He stops me, only to strip out of his clothes as I do mine.  We put our boots back on.

“Let me drink your piss.”  He kneels on the tarp in front of the sling.  I give it to him—but it’s still stronger than it should be considering how much water and citrus Gatorade I have been knocking back.  We get it out of his mouth and I use it to cover his chest.  He comes up and we have a wet sloppy kiss…the first of countless ones in the next few hours.

*****

He’s in the sling.  I am eating his piss soaked ass.  My piss has cleared and it’s wonderful.  I drill into his hole, getting his taste on my tongue.  I stand up, lean across him and kiss him deeply again.  I go back down and eat more of his hairy hole.  There is so much hair down there for the piss to cling to, I work hard to get every drop. 

I grease my dick lightly.  It takes a little time to get into his ass.  He loves to bottom but rarely does at home.  I have to really work him open.  At last my cock sinks into Alejandro.  I fuck him incredibly slowly.  Every little movement shoots waves of pleasure through both of us.  I pick up the tempo.  I fuck and fuck until the sling rattles.  I slow it down.  Pull out.  And shoot a huge stream of piss across his chest and into his open mouth.

I bend and clean him up.  I come around the side of the sling.  I lick his nipples.  His hairy chest.  The hollow in his neck where some piss has formed a tiny puddle.  I stand up and piss his armpit.  I clean it thoroughly with my tongue, mixing his sweat with my piss.  I kiss him again, releasing the mixture into his mouth.

I go back and fuck.

And piss.

*****

We play on the stripped down bed a little, too, but we both want to go back to where we can be wet.
 

I eat his ass again and he pisses himself.  The rivulets of pale liquid cascade down his thighs, around his balls and onto my waiting tongue.  I poke them into his now sloppy hole.  He moans deep in his throat.  I stand up, and with all that hair still sopping wet, I fuck him.

*****

I take a breather and drink some more.

I drink from his tap again.

He gets back in the sling.  I am rock hard from having drunk him down.  I push into his wet hole.  I don’t go deep—and I begin to fill him.

“Oh, damn…fill my ass up.”

I do.  I give him all his recycled piss back.

I fuck in it.  Some sloshes out of him on the backstroke and onto my boots. 

He knows what I really want.  I pull out.  I knee and seal my lips around his hole.  He pushes.  Piss spurts into my mouth.  And again.

I stand up.  My lips lock on his and I yellow ball our piss into his mouth.  He takes it hungrily.  And gives it back.  Neither of us want to look greedy and swallow it first.

I fuck some more. 

I need to piss again.

I fill up his ass.

He fills my mouth.

This time I drool it into his mouth from on high.  He can’t get enough—his eyes shine with piss gluttony.  We kiss.  Deep.  Long.  Neither wanting to break the kiss.

I move around and kiss his swollen hole.  I tongue it—cleaning him up.

But my cock goes deep into him again and again…

Teaser to Post

Look at this ass....

This is the ass in the post I'm writing as you are reading this....

I keep getting distracted...

**********

Yes, I was planning on writing last night.  I went out instead.  A young man wanted to meet in a neutral space.  I agreed.  I found him there drinking coffee and immersed in his phone.  He was in his mid -20's,  handsome and had long dreadlocks brushing his shoulders.  He wanted to know about piss play.  About my playroom.  How to prep for it. How I liked to play with piss.

I was eager to share.

We chose not to get wet last night.  Partly for I have a big day today and didn't want to wake up every half hour to piss.  Partly for the cold snap here in Michigan has made my playroom cold--even with a space heater--it was not the night to be covered in piss while I ate his ass.

But I'm sure you will be reading about it soon on these pages.

Now the odd part--the boy above with the hot, hot ass. He came to meet me for what turned out to be the hottest piss play so far of 2018...

Stay Tuned.

Used

Detroit—January, 2018

The last time he appeared in these pages he wasn’t called by any name.  He’s a sub, after all.  He was just “boy” if I ever referred to him.  When we last met, he begged me to call him names I still refuse to type.  We had not met up since that time.  Only the distance we live apart had kept me from using him again.  That was about to change.

The boy had contacted a top friend of mine.  The top, Alex, called me and wondered if I could help him use the boy.  I could.  This top has appeared in these pages, too.  He loves gay campgrounds—and you’ve read about me gagging on his big dick that gets unexpectedly thick in the middle of the shaft.

We drove together and found the boy’s house easily.  He was ready to serve…

I go in first.  We greet each other in his kitchen.  No hugs, just verbal.   His eyes are lowered.  He takes me into the living room and kneels to help me remove my outdoor boots.  He is unlacing them as Alex comes in.  He stays on his knees while we strip off.  I put on my good combat boots.  I reach for my chaps and let them drop back in the bag.

“Get up,” I tell him.  “Kneel on the couch.”

He does, his ebony ass jutting right at me.

I am instantly on my knees.  My face is in his ass crack.  I pull back and give his butt a loud slap with the flat of my hands.  He grunts out a “Thank you, Sir.”

I go back to eating his hole.

“Fuck me, Sir.”

I ignore him and keep eating.  Finally I stand up and push into his wet hole.  Hard.  No finesse.  Marking him as ours for the next few hours.  I fuck.  The sound fills the room.  I pull out the moment I sense that Alex is ready to take my place.

I let Alex fuck him as I zip myself into my chaps.

Our play had little linear momentum that afternoon.  Here are a few moments of how the boy was used.

We are in his bedroom on his bed, which is stripped of everything but a sheet.  He is on all fours.  I am sitting, legs splayed wide, as he sucks my dick.  Alex, kneeling behind him, is fingering the boy’s hole.  He reaches round and has the boy taste his ass on Alex’s fingers.  He pulls them out of his mouth and directs his head back onto my cock.  Alex fucks him from behind.  Hard and loud.  The boy gasps around my cock, but his eyes are shining.  He’s right where he wants to be. 

When it’s my turn to fuck, we don’t move, we just turn the boy.  I get up on my knees, briefly taste his hole and enter him.  I direct his head onto Alex’s ass wet cock.  He makes a show of not doing ass to mouth—until his mouth touches the cock.  Then he can’t hide his hunger for it.

We rotate him again.

And again.

His ass is wet now.  Terrifically wet and sloppy.  I tell him so.

And we turn him around one more time.

*****

We go next door into the sling room—in what would have been a guest bedroom.  He is about to get into it.  I stop him.  I unhook one side of the sling so it hangs to the floor.  I put my leather restraints on his wrists.  I hook him to the chains above his head.  His body is bent at a 90 degree angle with his hands reaching out in front of him.  I attach my homemade spreader bar to his ankles.  He can’t go anywhere.  I take out my leather paddle.  I run it all over his back, down his ass crack and down his thighs.  I’ve yet to give him a first whack with it.  He is shivering in anticipation.

“Put the blindfold on him,” I tell Alex.

He buckles it in place.

I slap his ass cheek with the paddle.  First one cheek, then the other.  Back and forth.  Enough to smart, to just raise the blood to the surface of the skin.  Alex has found a wooden paint stirrer on the equipment table.  He is under the boy, doing the same thing, but lighter, to the boy’s full jock pouch.

I give him one last smack.  This one is hard.  It has to sting.  My mouth is instantly on the place I hit him.  I finger his ass crack as I kiss his black butt.  My tongue goes into his very hairy ass crack.  He moans.  I begin to lick out all the precum we’ve left in him…

*****

The boy is on his back and under the rimseat.  I am sitting on it.  The boy is good.  He eats ass like a pro now.  My hole is sopping wet.  Alex is between the boy’s splayed legs.  He fingers the well fucked boy hole.  He shoulders the boy’s legs and his cock begins to fuck him.  The boy forgets all about my hole and revels in the fuck.

*****

We finally put him in the sling.

There are toys to use on him.  Some of his own—some I’ve brought. 

Then it’s our cocks again.

Alex first.  A blistering fuck until he cums deep inside.

He pulls out.  He won’t let me clean his cock.  He waits for his nerve ending to calm down and sticks it in the boy’s mouth.  I can only hear that, for my tongue is deep in the boy’s ass, sampling the load deep inside the boy.

It’s my turn to fuck.  I glide home on Alex’s cum.

Ten strokes.  And I’m spewing my load deep into him.

I hold onto the chains.  I let my head clear.  I go down and get a mouthful of our mixed seed.  I stand up.  I tap the boy’s chin.  He opens…and I drizzle the white sticky mess into his mouth.  I also deliberately coat the black skin of his chin with our very white seed.

Links (with photos of my first encounter with the boy.)  Part One     Part Two

The Fuck and Stretch Session

Western Indiana—January, 2018

Back in October, I met Chris.  You met him here.  (Go on, click it.   There is a picture of his hot, hairy ass on that post.)  Between his crazy work schedule and my having to head east to be at my brother’s bedside, we had not managed a second meet.  Our first meet was a get to know each other fuck.  Our next was to be all about stretching his hole.  He had taken a small fist—but he wanted to be able to take a medium sized hand like mine.

I took my rim seat.   We set it up in his basement playroom at a right angle to his Fort Troff sling.  I changed into my leathers for it was still slightly nippy in the playroom even with a space heater running.  Chris stripped down to a backless pair of briefs.  We go in—and shut the door…

We kiss briefly.  Nice, almost sweet.  It grows more urgent.   Chris, this bear of a man, sinks to a squat and works my cock out of its pouch.  He takes it into his mouth, swirls his tongue all around it—then takes me all the way down.   Again and again.

“I want to taste your ass.”

He gets up off the floor and bends over, holding onto one of the uprights of the sling frame.  I go to the floor and bury my face in the hairy crack of his ass.  I work his hole open easily.  My tongue slides in.  I lick and spit.  I run my tongue up and down the entire ass crack.  I mat the hair so it clings to his flesh.  I spit one last time.  I stand up.  My dick enters him for the first of countless times this session.

Chris grunts out his appreciation of my cock in his slick chute.  It’s not a particularly slow entry.  I am balls deep in no time and his ass is squeezing my dick.  I hold for a second—then begin sawing in and out of him.  My hips really connect with his ass cheeks.  The sound of their slapping together fills the closed room.  It’s a fast and hard fuck, now.  I slam his ass relentlessly.  I stop only to catch my breath—and to let Chris straighten up. 

I sort of help get him in the sling.  He needs little assistance from me.  I briefly taste his hole again.   I go back up him at a new, slower tempo.  It’s a languid in and out now.  Slow.  Letting him really feel every inch invading his ass.

I stop again.  I dig into my bag on the counter behind me.  The egg headed dildo is right there.  I heft it, grease it and insert it into him.  I let him get comfortable with it then pull the base down and add the head of my cock.

“Oh, yeah!”

That’s all the encouragement I need.  I push the rest of the shaft in alongside the ribbed column of the dildo.  I hold the toy down and go back to the slow fuck.  The toy and my cock together are giving him a great stretch.  I fuck this way for a long time.

A big dildo has been left for him by a previous fuck buddy.  I heft it.  I grease it.  I grease it a little more.  He takes maybe a third of this monster in his hole.  I put it to one side and get out my speculum.

I grease.  I insert and begin the slow crank.  The two smooth, metal pieces open and his hole stretches wide open.  I slip my finger in and touch his prostate.  I do it enough times that the pouch of the underwear becomes very wet with his pre-cum.  I crank some more until the opening is big enough for me to add my cock.  I never tire of the sensation of metal on the sides and his hot flesh above and below.  I love fucking this way—and from the constant popper use, I think Chris loves it, too.

We try the big toy again.  We gain half an inch from the last time.

I break the routine of stretching with another fuck.

And then I sit down on the hassock lube up my hands and begin with three fingers—first from the left, then the right.  Now all six go in and I pull them into a lateral stretch. 

More twisting insertions.  Four fingers from both.  In and out.  Left and right.

I am stopped by the bridge of my hand each time.

I fuck again.

I re-grease my hands.  I collapse them as much as I can. I insert the left.  It seems to go a millimeter farther, but that’s all.

I do another lateral stretch.  I try the right.  Again I have to stop at the bridge of my knuckles.

We both know it’s a process…often it will take repeated attempts to stretch and relax.

I re-grease to try first one, than the other hand.  Nope. 

We’ve been here a long time.  Without the full movement of fucking, I’m feeling the chill.  Chris’ hole isn’t hurting—but he can certainly feel that’s he’s been stretched. 

We decide that’s enough for the night—and go upstairs to clean up and have dinner. 

Only then do I remember we never used the rim seat.

Tom of Finland, of course....

A Trio in Perfect (Fucking) Harmony

And now back to my January meets…

West Michigan—January, 2018

I really needed a Derrick and Jacob session.  I’d missed them.  They had been traveling all through the last of December.  I was about to start my business travel in February—so I wanted to make sure we could find some time to play.  We found a date.

At the appointed time, I knocked on their door, my cock already beginning to harden…

We settle down in the upstairs study.  The huge television is playing the usual slide show of hot leather men, most with facial hair, doing what they do best.  We spend some time talking about their time away.  And about sex.  We talk about my holiday travels.  And sex.  The next thing I know I’m all but naked.  Jacob is on the floor and is orally servicing me.  He gets me hard and moves over to suck his partner.  He moves deliberately from sitting in front of me to sucking Derrick but now on all fours—making his rounded ass available for my pleasure.  I slide off the couch and bend to stick my tongue in his hole.  I can never get enough of his hairy pucker.  I slurp on it loudly.  When it’s good and wet, I run my cock head over it.  Jacob groans around his mouthful of cock.  I finally stick it in.  Maybe two inches.  I am deliberately teasing him.  I finally relent and bury myself in his hot hole until my overgrown pubes grind against his upturned butt.  I do a few long strokes, then I lean across his back and suck Derrick’s cock, as Jacob has moved down to his balls.

It’s Derrick’s turn to grunt out his pleasure at having two mouths on him.  He stands up.  He pulls Jacob off of me and to the right side of his jutting cock.  He grabs the back of my head and guides me back to his dick.  Jacob and I begin working his cock in tandem.  Me on the shaft, Jacob on his balls. He makes us reverse.  I am guided by Derrick’s hand with each move.  He is using both of us for his pleasure…and my dick is now dripping because of it.  I am pulled off his balls.  Jacob and I start to do a joint cock licking of Derrick.  We tongue every inch of him starting at the base and lick our way slowly to Derrick’s cock head.  We take turns sucking the knob.  Then Derrick’s hands guide us into a kiss—our tongues covered in pre-cum.  Then we are made to do it all again.  Next, he has us stay still while he fucks his shaft between our lips which are firmly pressed to the sides of his cock.  One last deep throat each—and we are released—both needing to catch our breath.

Jacob brings out the narrow bench.  He balances on it.  I spend a long time, now that he is in a better position, eating out his hole.  Derrick feeds him his cock as I spit lube Jacob’s ass.  I let Derrick really open up his boy’s hole with his dick, while I watch and occasionally let Jacob suck me.  Soon enough it’s my turn.  Jacob’s hole is now really, really wet.  I lick up his ass juice.   This makes me fuck him hard and fast.

Jacob needs to stretch his legs after my onslaught.  Derrick gets on the bench.  I kneel and begin a leisurely tonguing of his hole.  Jacob is on the floor doing some yoga stretching—but is soon standing by Derrick’s side, stroking his cock.  I stand up.   Jacob’s eyes are glued to my dick as I enter Derrick’s wet ass.

“Fuck him!”

I don’t need the encouragement, but my cock really likes to hear it.  The head swells deep inside Derrick.  Jacob watches me fuck for a moment, then moves around to have Derrick suck his cock.  I watch the two of them.  When I think Jacob’s cock is wet enough, I suggest he come fuck his partner.  He does—fast and hard—as I have Derrick clean his ass juices off my dick.

I spell Jacob in Derrick’s ass.  A quick taste and a hard fucking from me. 

It’s break time—water or beer all round.

Instead of going downstairs, Derrick has Jacob bring the rimseat upstairs.  Derrick crawls under, inviting me to sit on his face.  I sit on the seat and stroke.  Jacob watches a moment, before he stands astride Derrick and begins feeding me his dick.   He lets me suck at my own pace at first, but soon he is face fucking me every bit as hard as Derrick’s tongue is drilling into me from underneath.   Jacob pulls out of my mouth, spits on his hand, coats Derrick’s rock hard erection and slowly sits down on it.  I watch his face as he rides the man he loves.  I have to stop stroking it is so hot.  My hole can’t take much more.  I stand up.  Instantly Jacob pulls off Derrick’s cock and sits on the rim chair. 

Derricks eats the well fucked ass as I settle between his legs and clean the cock that tastes of his partner’s ass…

*****

We go downstairs of course.  Jacob is first in the sling.  Derrick sits to the side and watches as I eat out his boy.  I slurp and spit into his now slightly puffy pucker.  I stand and fuck him with long, slow strokes.  I stop and go get my speculum from my bag.  Mine is different than the one they have in the playroom—and different is always good.  I crank him open slowly.  Soon it’s wide enough to add my cock.  I fuck him, feeling the metal on two sides me and his hot flesh above and below. 

I grease up my hands.  The right opens him easily.  He loves my right, when most men take my left hand first.  But the right finds his prostate.  I stay right there.  I pull out.  The smaller left hand works up him.  He takes it—I feel the snap of his ass on my wrist.  My fingers put pressure on his bladder.

“I’m going to piss…!!” he groans.

I bend and take his cock in my mouth.  I catch the first burst of piss erupting from his dick.  He feeds me the rest of his stream, my hand still in place, deep in his butt.

My right goes back up him.  This time Jacob’s cock erupts with cum.  He shoots all over his chest and pubes.  I let my hand be shoved out by his ass muscles before I bend and lick all the cum he can stand me to clean up.

Derrick replaces him in the sling.

I eat his hole.  I try to match the relentless tongue drilling he gave me.

I fuck him.  His ass is particularly juicy tonight.

I eat some more.

I work my hand up him.

Pictures are taken by Jacob.

Hand in place I add my cock—just like last time.

We fuck and fist late into the evening…

Pornstar Alert: Jake Morgan

 The Professor’s eye for up and coming (or is that cumming?) talent is in evidence again.

You remember Jake Morgan from the last hotel romp the Professor put together….

Jake told me, when I asked for pictures of him, that he had just completed his first shoot for Raw Fuck Club.   Well, two days ago I got the announcement that the pay per view site had a new release, Ian Greene Gangbang, Parts 1 & 2.

And look who is in the gang—Jake is second from the right in this still.

The link to the previews are here:   Part 1   Part 2

Jake is the first cock you see coming out of Ian’s mouth in the trailer for Part 1.

There’s a nice moment of him topping in Part 2.

Watch the trailers. 

And watch the whole scene…if we don’t pay for porn, they stop making it…

On the Road Home: “My Mouth Is Better Than Your Hand.”

Lansing—January, 2018

After my marathon of fucking in Toronto, loyal readers can’t be surprised to learn. that I felt overdue in sucking some cock.  As I was driving home, I realize I was all but passing the place that is sort of a bookstore and bathhouse combined.  I had stopped there during the last Canadian return trip and had had some real luck.  I stopped to see what trouble I could get into…

I am still not used to its new, bigger size.  There are changing rooms.  The sling finally has its own enclosed space.  There are private rooms.  There is a very large area full of old couches for viewing straight films.  There are still curtained rooms with glory holes and the slurp ramp in the middle of what is now the secondary room.

I sit in the much smaller bi-sexual video room—stroking.  I am instantly cruised by a late 30-ish guy in a 1960’s fedora.  He beckons me to follow him.  He leads me to the corner where the sling is hung.  He is on his knees by the time I enter the enclosure.   I walk up to him and unbutton the top button of my Levis.  My hardon falls out of my pants and smacks him in the face with a nice meaty wallop.  He grins and begins to give me excellent head.  It’s hot to see him take ¾’s of my cock down his throat with ease.  He has to work hard for the last inches—but he makes it.  He comes up panting and triumphant. 

My response is to toss his hat on the chair beside us, grab the back of his head and make him do it again.  He loves that, too.  I give him a moment to catch his breath, than make him deep throat me a third time.  He goes back to sucking at his own tempo.  I pull him onto me once again after about 5 minutes of his excellent cock slurping.  He comes up for air and asks for a moment.  He replaces his hat on his head and sits to the side—masturbating.

A bespectacled college kid has followed us in.  I sit on the chair.  The college kid looks at my dick swaying between my legs, but makes no move for it.  Instead he gets out his rather average cock and strokes it.

“My mouth is better than your hand.”

For a moment I think that will make him bolt, but instead he steps forward and lets me suck his dick.  I have a huge young man’s load down my throat in no time.  He brusquely thanks me and leaves.  I turn to Hat Man, wanting to stick my dick back in his mouth.

“Give me what you did for him…” he whispers. 

I stay on my knees and knee walk over to him.  I start sucking him seated—then he stands so he can fuck my face.  My free hand finds his ass crack.  One—two—then three fingers slide easily into his asshole.  The entry and stretch of the third finger makes him fire down my throat.  Nothing like the college kid in volume, but a much sweeter load of cum.

From that moment I can’t put a foot wrong.  The bookstore jungle drums have started— there is a shameless load drinking cum whore here.

A handsome 40-ish bear collars me as I exit the sling enclosure.  He has me suck him right in front of everyone in the straight section.

A man in a suit—the kind made with that thin fabric where you can see his muscles underneath it—emerges from a glory hole booth.  He looks at me and has me suck his ebony dick in front of the man who had to have just been servicing him through the gloryhole.

A self professed straight man lying on the couch jerking to straight porn asks to try a man’s mouth on his cock.  It’s the smallest cock so far…but it responds to my tongue.  He gives me a load the moment my left hand caresses his hairy balls as I deep throat him.

A Latino in sweats pulls down his waistband and shoves his uncut cock into my mouth.  At first we’re alone—but once there is a witness—he cums down my throat, in such intense convulsions that it is almost scary.

*****

Things calm down.  I need a long slug of my water and some stroking time.

Finally I cruise the gloryholes.  There are men around—I hear them.  I kneel and look through a hole.  But no one is in the next booth.  The curtains open and a rather stocky college kid sees me there.  My hands go for his fly.  He lets me unzip him and I get his nice thick dick  into my mouth.  But I can tell the roles need to be reversed.  And that’s just fine…

I stand up.  “Suck this big dick.”

He eagerly licks the precum off my cock head—then takes me to the root.  He’s had a lot of practice for one so young.  He’s giving me excellent head. 

“Do my balls.”

The boy slobbers noisily on them.  There is a man in the booth on the other side.  He sticks his cock through the hole.  I push the boy off me and towards it.  “Suck him.  I want to see you take his dick.”

He crawls on the dirty floor to suck the unknown man offering his cock through the hole.  My hand is busy working under the cocksucker’s underwear.  I find his hole with my middle finger.  He jerks as if my finger was electric.  But he nods his head for me to continue.  I do for a moment---than stand back up and pull his head back to my dripping dick.  He services me now with devotional grunts.  He’s getting just what he needs.

The curtains part.   A man, cock out, walks into our booth.  Is it the man he was sucking through the gloryhole?  I don’t really care.  I pull the boy off me and push him down on the new man.  He groans and does what I want—loving the fact that I am making his choices for him.  I hold him all the way down on the guy’s average dick.

And he gets a load.  I watch the man’s face contort in pleasure.  The boy is hungry.  “Don’t swallow it all,” I bark out.  I kneel by the boy and guide his mouth off the spent man.  “Kiss me.”

He does.  No hesitation.  And he shares the load.  We snow ball it back and forth and back again. 

And I’m there.  I stand up and feed him my cock.  I shudder out an intense orgasm.  He takes every drop.  And he doesn’t swallow.  He saves it in his mouth for me.  I kneel back down bedside him and touch his throat tenderly.  “Swallow it,” I whisper “You deserve it.”  He does—and his cum sprays over the floor in front of him.