Bathhouse: Feet and Ass

St. Louis—February, 2018

Some of my readers may remember that a friend has always thrown a sex party for me when I come to St. Louis.  This year it wasn’t going to happen as the host was recovering from some surgery.  To celebrate my surviving the conference, I went back to the bathhouse…

I am standing on the slurp ramp, watching porn.  A few men have walked by, but tonight no one wants to be seen sucking dick in public.  I watch the porn—then when I realize no one is interested, I go watch porn where I can sit down and be more comfortable.  I stroke.

“That’s some dick.” 

I look up.  A very tall, very well built guy is looking at me.  The white towel he has wrapped around himself looks even whiter against his very black skin.  He reaches out a big hand and strokes my dick.  “Come to my room.”

I follow him—not bothering to cover my raging hard on.  He has a double bed room with a mirror on one wall.  He flops down on the bed, lying on his chest, his head towards me so I can stand and he can suck.  He does just that—and very well.  He encourages me to fuck his face.  I can’t take my eyes off his amazing, gym built bubble butt.  Or it’s reflection in that big mirror. When he finally stops to catch his breath, I tell him I want to eat his ass.

“You aren’t fucking me with this thing, you’d rip me up.”

“Just my tongue.  I promise.”

He turns around, reluctantly.  I kneel and dive into his ass.  My entire face disappears between the two mounds of flesh.  He moans and pants.  I can taste lube in his hole.  He’s been fucked.   Just the idea makes my cock drool.  I eat.  Spit.  Poke and prod.  He is very vocal.

He pulls away from me, rolling onto his back.  “You love that, don’t you?”

I admit I love to eat ass.

He admits he was fucked, but by a guy half my size.  Then:  “Will you let me do what I want to you?”

I look down as his very hard, very thick cock and worry a little.  But I answer yes.

“Take off your boots.”

I do.  I ask about the socks.   I leave them on and sit beside him.  He rolls around to inhale the insteps.  Kiss them. He strips the socks off me with his teeth.  Then he begins orally servicing both my feet.  Every toe is sucked.  All five go into his mouth.  He can take me very deeply.  He switches to the other foot.  He repeats everything.  His cock is now rigid and pouring out precum.

“Stand up and step on my face.”

I stand.  My right foot goes to his wide open mouth.  I press lightly down.  He groans in the most sensual way.  His tongue cleans my instep, then with a slight shift, the heel.  I change feet and grind down with my left.

He shoots all over his chest.

He’s embarrassed now that I know this about him—and he hustles me out of the room.  I exit, so fast I have to carry my boots…

*****

I wander. 

I strip and sit in the steam. 

I wander again.

A door is open.  A man in a jock is sitting on his bed, watching the porn playing on his television.  He could be anywhere from mid 30’s to mid 40’s.  Thin and lithe, a true swimmer’s build.   Hairless above the waist.  His jock covers what looks like a forest of pubes.  But he’s not ass up, so I hesitate.

We smile and I walk on by.  I make the circuit and approach his door again.  He invites me in.

I sit next to him.  He assumes I’m in town for the leather competition which was happening in St. Louis this weekend.  He tells me it’s why he came to town from a neighboring state—and he’s surprised that more of the participants are not here.

And soon he’s sucking my dick.  He pulls off of it once it’s grown to its full size.  “You are even bigger than I guessed.  You fuck?”

I nod.

He proceeds to sit on me right there.  He rides me, groaning out his pleasure.  One older man stays at our open door to watch.  “Should I close it?” my partner of the moment asks.  

“Let him watch.  I don’t care.”

He increases the tempo of his fuck, pounding himself down on me.  He likes to show off as much as I do.

We change around.  I eat his juiced up hole as I kneel on the floor.  I fuck him, feet on the ground, his ass hanging off the small bed.  It’s uncomfortable, but hot.  His ass is wet and hot and he knows how to milk me.

“We should go use the sling,” I tell him.

He agrees.  I tell him I am totally open to sharing him with others if he likes that.  His eyes light up and we head to the play room.

The sling and fuck bench are in the same corner.  There is a wall of really open lattice between the sling and the porn area.  Guys can watch from there—or come around the open wall and join us.  Right now—the whole area is deserted except for a noisy blowjob happening in the gloryhole booths behind us.

I get him into the sling.  It’s great to eat his ass in comfort.  He is a heavy self luber, so his chute is slippery with juices.  I spend a long time eating him out while he does poppers.  He can’t stop moaning:  “You make my asscunt feel so good.”  Eventually I stand up and push into his sloppy hole.  The sling is a little low, but so much better than his cramped room.  I fuck with abandon.

The rattle of chains bring the men.  Many watch.  None play with us.  At least two of them pair up and take turns blowing each other in our space.

I decide to try the bench—that way his mouth is easier to get, too.  He looks great astride the fuckbench, his head towards the entrance to our corner.  It does the trick.  We get a young guy to feed him his cock as I fuck.   There’s no load from his oral invader, but he loves the feeling of being spit roasted.  When the guy decides he’s had enough, and refuses my offer of the ass I’m in, I kneel and lick up our combined juices out of his ass.

“Daddy, do you like your ass eaten?”

I tell him I do.  I get in the sling.  We both popper up and he goes to town.  He’s good at this, too.  And surprisingly, a young guy comes over and sticks his dick in my mouth.  This inspires my rimmer to tongue fuck me deeper yet.  When he realizes my ass is not on offer, the extra guy takes off. 

I want to fuck.  We change places.  I slide into him again.  He’s slippery and wet.

“Cum in my asscunt.  I want your seed.”  I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or the Black guy watching through the lattice, but I don’t care.  I’m in full rut now.  I need to breed this man.  I fuck hard. 

I taste his ass one last time.

I slide into his over juiced hole and explode.  I hang onto the chains, the orgasm is so intense.  I stay in his ‘asscunt’ while he milks out the last drop of my cum.  I slowly pull out and bring my cum covered cock to his mouth.  He suckles it clean.  I go back to his ass.  I kneel and begin licking out our mingled juices…

Bathhouse: A Small but Horny Crowd

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Tired Daddy

Indianapolis—February, 2018

I was on my way to St. Louis for my second of the annual business trips I take in February.   I knew I didn’t want to make the trip in one day—mostly so I could have an extra night of play on the road.  On the spur of the moment, I decided to stop in Indy.  I debated about just hitting one of the bathhouses, but knew I would be doing that in St. Louis.  Maybe a good motel romp would make more sense.

I got on BBRT.  I was new meat.  I got a fair amount of chat—mostly from men out of town.  Or guys who wanted to wait for the weekend.  Two local men were persistent.  One eventually vanished.  That left a good looking guy in his late 40’s.  He couldn’t play at home.  He was close to my hotel on the west side.  He had a screen name that suggested he liked big dick of a darker shade than mine, but he seemed willing to make do.  He had to finish one thing before he left the house.  I looked at the clock.  It was only a little after 7pm.  Great.

8pm.  Nothing.

9pm.  Nothing.

Just before 10pm he was telling me his shower was done and he was leaving the house.  He was no more than 10 minutes away.

10:30pm  Nothing.

I checked.  He was still online.  I wrote a quick note saying that this was ridiculous.  I punched the send button and there was a knock at the door…

He comes in.  He’s maybe 6’ 1”, 170 or so with dark brown hair.  He apologizes about the delay.  His kids wouldn’t settle for the night.  “Why didn’t you just write that? “ I want to say, but he’s stripping and at that moment his ass is revealed.  It’s hairless and perfectly shaped—and very white in the spill of the light I’ve left on in the bathroom.

I have stripped one bed to play on—to reserve the other for sleeping.  I move him towards it when he’s fully naked.  His eyes are glued to my yellow jock.  He gets to his knees.  He’s projected being really tired from the moment he’s walked in.  He finds some energy now as he takes my cock out of the pouch.  He hefts it.  It swells some more before his eyes.  He takes me in his mouth.  And to the root.  He’s a natural.  My cock finishes hardening deep inside him.  I moan as he pulls off it.  I want more.  I grab his head and fuck his face.  He lets me, but now there is not much enthusiasm.  He pulls off me again and flings himself face down on the bed.

I kneel behind him.  I sink my face into that great looking ass.  My tongue finds his hole.  There is no arching of his back, no grinding back to tell me it feels good.  He lies there and lets me do it.  I do, at least for the moment.  I pull his cheeks apart and my tongue goes deeper.

No response.

I stand up and sink my entire length into him.  The only response is to open his popper bottle.  I fuck him on all fours.

I fuck him flat on the bed.

I go around to have him suck me again. 

I get him up and tell him to bend over next to the full length mirror.  This revives him for a moment as his eyes focus on the big dick entering his hot looking ass and for the first time he’s involved in the fuck.  I actually get a moan of pleasure out of him.  Then he hits the poppers, looks away and retreats into his own world.

I lie on the bed and tell him to ride me.  Again, since he has to do some work, he’s a little more involved.  Way too soon, he flops off me to ‘catch his breath.’

We’ve fucked for close to an hour.  I decide I’ve had enough.  I put him on all fours.  Taste his ass.  Enter and shoot my load.

It’s one step up from masturbation.

He thanks me, cleans up and takes off for home.

I love going to sleep with the smell of the man/men still on me.  Tonight I use a wash cloth and a lot of very hot water.

Orgy—Pigs at the Trough

Grand Rapids—February, 2018

I was really excited.  The group sex party held in Michigan’s second biggest city was returning in the middle of February.  I packed the sling and my leathers.  It was an easy drive.  I arrived early to get the sling up.  I met a fellow top at the door (who I only knew by his online profile.) He arrived with his sling, too.  Well, well.  His went downstairs.  Mine was set upstairs where the host had prepared his bed so it could be approached from all sides.  Another guest, a man who loves to rim as much as I do, had brought his new rimseat.

We strip.  There are six of us at first.  (The final count is 10 men, 9 here at any one time.  4 Total tops, 5 versatile {and I do mean vers!} and 1 bottom.)  We troop upstairs.  We are a diverse lot in build and age.  I am about the oldest.  The youngest, a constant cocksucker, is in his late 30’s.  Some men plop on the bed.  I fall to rimming one of those.  The cock sucker is working on the other sling top.  The rimmer gets a beautifully built man on the rim seat.  When I next look up more men have arrived.

We change partners to welcome the new men.  I watch as the Rimmer fucks the man I ate out.  I fuck the man he rimmed.  The guys 69ing have rolled around to play with new men—or hold onto the men getting fucked.  It becomes a pile of slippery flesh—men stroking, licking, jerking, sucking or fucking whoever is closest…

*****

A subbish man, who looks 10 years younger than his actual age, lies spread-eagled on the bed.  Six men have been up his perfect bubble butt.  But not me.  I’ve waited on purpose.  He’s had all those fucks and has taken one load.  It’s my turn.

I kneel behind him on the floor.  He knows me.  He instantly gets on all fours and grinds his wet hole in my face.  My tongue pokes into him.  The lips of his ass are puffy.  And wet with cum, spit and ass lube.  I stop touching myself as I rim and swallow some of the great mix of flavors. 

I stand up.  Even after all the fucking he’s taken, I go in slowly.  I inch in—sliding through his jizz coated walls.  He takes the entire time to adjust to my size.

“You fill me up so perfectly,” he mumbles into a pillow he’s clutching.  I bottom out.  My pubes grind into his perfectly hairless butt.  I hold waiting until he says a “Fuck me, Sir.”

I begin slowly, letting him feel every millimeter of my cock.  With the first stroke I have begun churning the load in him.  I work up to full speed—and now the cum is oozing out of his ass and running down his taint.  I full out abruptly and lick it up.

The sub groans.  And groans much loader as I slam my cock back into him.  I hear a “Fuck, yeah.” It’s the Top I met at the door watching and playing with his own nipples while a man is suckling on his cock—likely fresh out of some ass.  I show off a little—pulling almost all the way out of the hole and ramming the entire length back in with each stroke.  My pubes are covered in someone’s cum, now.  I grind them into his puffy hole.

I have to slow down or I won’t last.  I go to a slow fuck.  Slower yet.  And pull out.  One last oral clean up of his hole—and I slap his ass.  He grins at me as if I’d just handed him an award…

*****

I’m at my sling.  A big burly guy, who has topped all night, is now letting his power bottom side out.  The rimmer has rimmed and fucked him—a chain rattling fuck.  I am here now, eating the wet hole that he’s left behind.  No cum—but you’d never know it—the man is an incredible self luber.  I burrow in and slurp loudly.

“Give me your dick.”

I stand up.  No need for a prolonged entry here.  I push into him with ease.  He clamps down on me and lets me feel his muscle ass.  I batter at his second opening.  I thrust hard, grind and I’m through it.  He groans and calls me names.  The other sling top comes over.  He watches and strokes his cock. I offer him a turn.

He nods.  I step aside and the burly guy gets his third dick.  I kneel, right there, now at eye level of cock plowing that muscle butt.  “Let me taste it.”

The top loves this idea.  He pulls out and shoves it into my mouth for two strokes before shoving it back in the man’s ass.  “You like that, pig?”

I grunt my pleasure.

He pulls out and feeds me again.  This time he holds my head down on his cock.  I slurp noisily. He lets me go and I come off it breathless.  I don’t think he notices, he’s back to fucking the muscle butt.

He pulls out again.  This time he pushes my face into the freshly fucked hole.  My face and tongue elicit a groan from the muscle bottom, too.  I am sticking to him he is so wet with ass juice and precum.

I stand up and fuck for a bit.  I am hitting the burly guy’s prostate on every stroke.  His moans fill the house.  The sounds bring the Rimmer back to the sling.  He watches.  I slow the fuck—and let the Rimmer’s dripping cock back up the burly guy.

I move to the top.  I suck his juicy dick, still wet with all that ass juice.

He sucks mine, too, licking it clean.  He forces himself down on the last inch, making himself choke on my dick.  I fuck his face.  He gets up and kisses me, his mouth full of precum and ass lube.  We snowball it.  I’m the pig and finally swallow it.  I attack his fragrant pit.  My tongue mops up all those pheromones.

He does the same for me. 

We kiss again—mixing our two scents in our mouths.

The guys have left the sling.  “Can I rim you?”  I ask.

He jumps in.  I kneel and eat his ass—the first man to be there tonight.  He squirms and groans.  He holds my head in place as I piston fuck his hole with my tongue.

“I want to do you.”

We trade.  I take a hit of poppers.  So does he, long inhales at both nostrils and through his mouth.  He’s a good rimmer.  Every inch of my ass is treated to his tongue.  He stands up.  “I so want to fuck you.”  Instead his cock beats my balls.  Then it pokes at my hole.

“Bring it here,” I tell him, turning to the side and offering him my mouth.  He comes to the side of the sling and face fucks me.  When I can’t stay in that awkward angle any longer, I get out of the sling, but not before he spits in my mouth.  He attacks my pits again as I hang onto the sling frame. 

“FUCK!”  He’s coming.  I go to my knees.  I get the second or third blast from his dick across my face.  The next in my open mouth.  I move forward and swallow him down.  I take every drop he has left.  He pulls off me when he can’t stand it anymore.  I look down at the floor in front of me.  His puddle of cum is huge and looks incredibly creamy on the laminate floor.

I look him in the eye for a long moment.  I bend and lick up every drop of his cum off the floor.

I find a better receptacle for mine, later that night…

Tom of Finland?

"Fuck Me. Use Me!"

Near Home—February, 2018

I was home between the two long trips I make each February.  I was restless on a Sunday afternoon.  It was too cold to open the playroom.  I went to my local bookstore…

I’m on the couch in the straight theatre.  An older man sits next to me.  His hand is pushed under the waistband of his stretch pants.  It only comes out when he has to take another hit of poppers.  No one else is around.  I’m not shy about undoing my pants and hauling out my stiffening meat.  The porn is particularly sleazy today.  I love to see guys work over all three holes and leave the woman a whimpering, wet mess.

“That’s a nice one.”  The man next to me is no longer looking at the screen.  “Do you want it sucked?”

I nod.  He slides off the couch and moves between my legs.  He takes a massive popper hit and goes down on me.  He’s good—and loves what he’s doing.  He stops long enough to pull his pants down so he can stroke with his free hand—the other clutches the poppers.

Another long hit and his mouth slides to the base of my cock.  He orgasms, again and again—shooting his load between my legs and under the couch.  He stays on me for a little bit after he’s shot, coming back to earth.  His popper’s hand now grips my thigh.  Eventually, he gets up carefully, turning to make sure I don’t see his cock.  He tucks it away, thanks me and leaves.

Only then do I find the popper bottle—a gift—under my leg.

*****

The crowd is picking up.  I’m on the gay side now.  The porn is actually not as hot.  Partly for it’s condomed, partly for the sound is not working.  But there are men here:  A 30-ish Black guy, showing off a pretty regulation sized cock; a  late 20-ish White guy with cubby good looks, is jerking with one hand and fondling his balls with the other;  a guy who I find annoying but who I have often sucked off in the past is standing at the door, jerking and leering at me; several more are in the chairs looking at us.

All are stroking—but no one does anything.  For what seems like forever.

I decide to change that.  I nod at the annoying guy.  He comes over and proudly shoves his fairly thick cock in my mouth.  He has no control at all.  He groans and I know he’s going to shoot in mere moments.  But not before it inspires the Black guy to stand up and feed the Cub.

Annoying Guy cums noisily.  He pulls out of my mouth, thanks me and leaves.  I get on the floor and start licking the Cub’s balls.  He lets go of his cock reluctantly.  But then grunts his pleasure around the dick in his mouth as I deep throat him.

We change up.  I sit back in my chair and the Black guy feeds me, the Cub crawls between my legs and gives me expert head.

We change again.  The Black guy on my dick, the Cub back in my mouth, but now fucking my face.

And finally, the Black guy standing, with the Cub and I kneeling before him, taking turns on his cock.

“You should let him fuck you,” he tells the Cub.

The Cub looks panicked and shakes his head.

“Come on—I want to see that.  It’s not like you don’t get fucked…” the sound of incredulity creeps into his voice.  “Show us your ass.”

Instead, the Cub makes a determined effort on the Black guy’s dick— to get him off and shut him up.

The next time it’s suggested—the Cub does up his pants and leaves, with the Black guy following.

*****

I’m alone for a moment.  Than a Latino guy enters.  I have played with him before—but only once.  He’s likely just 30.  He’s slightly stocky, but his arms are huge from manual labor with good pecs and a muscled back.  His legs are thick.  And he loves to get naked.

He asks politely if he can suck me.  And strips down before he begins.  I play with his hard nipples as he gives me wonderful head.  He looks up at me, his eyes asking if I’m pleased.  I can’t help but smile at him.  And kiss him.  He’s surprised…but we can’t stop.  Our mouths are glued to each other for a very long time.

Eventually, he goes back to my drooling dick.  He swabs it up and, reading my mind, comes up to kiss me again with my precum on his tongue.  I reach down and find his short, thick cock.  I squeeze the head until it drools.  I bring my precumed finger up to our locked together mouths.  He hungrily breaks the kiss and licks up his juices and kisses me again.

I get him to stand.  I go to my knees and suck his cock.  He bucks into my mouth.  I move on to his balls, full and hairy, leaving them soaking with my spit.  And back to his cock.

I pull of it and look up at him.  “I want to eat your ass.”

He grabs a chair, places the back towards the forgotten porn and kneels in the seat.  I pull his ankles wider apart and kneel.  I connect—tongue to hole.  He groans.  He reaches behind himself and pulls his full cheeks apart.  My tongue has even easier access to his pucker.  I prod it open easily.  He moans and says something in Spanish that I can only guess at its meaning.

“Fuck me, man,” he hisses.  “Fuck me with that big dick.”

I know I will, but I don’t want to stop tonguing his hole.  It is getting slicker and slicker.  I am truly tongue fucking him now.  He groans again.  And whimpers.

It’s my cue to stand up.  My cock slaps his ass crack.  It slides down all my spittle and prods his hole.  It flowers open and I sink in.  No slow inch by inch entry.  I am balls deep in seconds.  And it’s just how he wants it.

“Fuck me,” he pants.  “Use me.”

I begin to fuck.  After the hours of foreplay with all the others, it’s not going to be a long fuck.  I plow into him.  Almost all the way out and back in—on each stroke.

“Seed me.  I want your cum.”

For a moment I want to pull out and taste his fucked out hole—but I realize I can’t.  I’m going to explode.  I grab onto his hips.

“You want it?  You’re gonna get it.”

“Si,” he chokes out, “give me your load.”

That’s all it takes.  I fire into him again and again.

I fall forward and hug him from behind, my cock still in him.  I stay that way for quite some time.  Just holding on. 

When I finally pull out, he slips out of the chair—where there is a huge puddle of his cum that I rammed out of him.  He kneels and cleans my cock with his hungry mouth, getting every drop of jizz he can find…

"I Gotta Try Yours"

Louisville, KY—February, 2018

I couldn’t make it back to the bookstore in Memphis.  My conference schedule is always too long and busy to play very often.  I have given up trying to get men to come to the room after my long days and nights.  So I just let my balls fill up.  I drove home to Michigan with an eye for an overnight in Louisville.  There is a great bookstore just across the border into Indiana where I have had great fun in the past. 

I was horned from the days of no play and thinking about it all day in the car.  I found a motel and checked in.  I changed into some clothes I keep for the bookstore---clothes that can get cum splattered and I won’t care.  I wish I had a dollar for every time I have knelt in some one’s load on a bookstore floor….

I park behind the building.  I know it’s a Tuesday night, so it’s not going to be packed, but it is early evening—I’m hoping there might still be some of the after work crowd hanging around.  The parking lot is pretty empty.  There are two big rigs parked for the night, beyond the paved park of the lot.  I go in and wonder for a moment if I should break tradition and do the arcade as opposed to the two theatres.  But I like porn—and I hate feeding the players in an arcade.  I opt for the combined ticket for the straight and the gay theatre.

I start in the straight theatre.  There is one man sitting in the front row.  I can only see the back of his head.  I sit at the end of the back row which sticks out one seat from the row in front.  It gives me leg room and guys can easily get to my cock.  I get my dick out and jerk.  It’s ancient porn, but kind of hot—one woman/two guys (who prove to make her really messy.)  The next scene is pretty pedestrian.  The man in the front row is as bored as I am.  He gets up and walks up the side aisle towards me.  He is a Black man, likely in his late 60’s.  I like the smile on his face when he sees my cock.   He stands beside me—and moments later I feel his very soft hand grasp my dick.

“Nice,” he whispers.  He bends down so he can see it better.  His hand strokes my full length, but does a nice little twist as it comes up and envelops my cock head.

“That feels really good.”

“May I put that beautiful cock in my mouth?”  he whispers, with his slight Southern drawl, right into my ear.

“Sure.”

He bends more.  His mouth connects.  He keeps the hand going with the bobbing of his head.  I just close my eyes and revel in his soft touch.

He is tireless.  But it may be too relaxing.  I am certainly nowhere near orgasm and I can tell, once I’ve opened my eyes again, that the bent over posture is beginning to hurt.

“Are you going to give me your cum?”

I explain it takes a lot of work—and I have just walked in.

He takes a break and promises to come back.  I assume he goes to cruise the arcade.

*****

I check out the Gay theatre.  No one is here, it’s colder and condomed porn is on the screen.  I go back to the straight theatre.

A new movie.  Oh, my—a plot.

The door opens.  A White trucker walks in.  He sees me and sits on the ledge off to one side, behind me.  He keeps moving, inching his way until he is directly behind me.  His knee brushes the back of my chair.

I turn to look at him again.  He is kneading his worn denims.  I stand up.  He unzips.  He spreads his legs.  The invitation—and which way around—is clear.  I kneel and take his fairly small dick into my mouth.  I work my tongue around the head.  I make his foreskin retract.

I don’t spend long on him.  He needs to get off and hit the road again.

The dick may be small, but his load is large.  He grunts out his orgasm with each spurt.  He pats my head to tell me I’ve cleaned him up enough, zips up and leaves.

I sit back down.  My cocksucker returns.  He tries again.  Still no luck in getting me off.

“What makes you shoot?”

“Fucking an ass.”

I’m afraid I’ve offended him.   He tells me he rarely does that.  And that it’s never felt good—the little dicks he’s tried it with. 

But we both know he’s not ready for me tonight—in a couple of ways. 

He thanks me for being nice and goes home.

*****

I am alone a long time.

I consider going.  I consider checking out the arcade after all, though on a trip to the restroom, there seemed to be no traffic there, either.  I consider jerking off.

And the door opens again. 

A different Black man walks in and sits on the back ledge.  Tall.  Jeans and open coat.  He ditches the coat to a chair.  Now I can see he’s built, too.  His jeans mound up as he sees me stroking so openly. 

He unzips.  “You suck?”

“Sure.”

He fists his dick—not as big as my twin in Memphis, but a thick 7 incher.  I kneel between his splayed legs and go to work.  He sighs and tells me “Keep doing that.”  I’m doing my signature constant tongue motion around the head of the cock as I come out of deep throating him.  I work into his dripping piss slit, too.

“I gotta try yours.  Stand up.”

I’m surprised but pleased.  I feed him my cock.  He’s hunched over, so the angle isn’t as good as if he were on his knees—but good enough.  I let him set his rhythm.  He’s grunting at the pleasure my cock is giving him in his mouth.  Emboldened, I grab the back of his head and fuck his face.  This makes his cock precum like crazy.  I pull out of his mouth and take him to the root again and again.

We reverse once more.  “Fuck my mouth, Stud.”  I do.  Once again his precum covers the hot ebony head of his dick.

I think he’s getting close.  I pull out of his mouth and take him in my mouth again.  He bucks into my face.  Hard.  I erupt on the floor.  He feels me shudder and pulls out of my mouth.

I must look hurt that he’s not feeding me.  He pats my head and tells me he wants to play a little longer.  I stand up.  He leans over and licks me clean.  I so want to kiss him.  But nope.  He zips up and leaves me looking at my pool of cum on the floor.