A Trio of Cocksuckers

 Eastern Illinois—July, 2021

 The next morning I went on to my new job in western Indiana—a contract that would take me through July.  I spent almost two weeks getting the preliminaries done—and finally had some time for sex.  I decided I wanted to go back to the bookstore over in eastern Illinois, where I had so much fun the last time I was in this area.

Here is the description of the theatres I wrote on my first visit:  “I loved the layout.  Both theatres and a restroom were through the same door.  Guys could go back and forth without going into the sales area as you do at my regular bookstore.  I have seen so many hesitant men not venture into the gay room, for fear of being seen entering it—and here no one would ever know—they could just go around the corner.  There were really comfortable chairs and couches to sit on.  There was a place to stand and watch in both areas.  Two, actually, in the straight theatre.  And the porn was mostly good.”

I packed a lunch and went east on my first day off…

 

I walk into the darkened space.  I find the bathroom and piss.  I move to the straight screen.  One man is there, leaning on the low back wall, obviously jerking his dick, hidden in the shadow made by the partition.  I stand next to him.  He is my age.  Shorty and compact with closely cropped gray hair.  He glances at me.  I look at him.  He looks away and jerks harder.  I move behind him and stand against the true back wall—near a chair.  It takes a long time, but suddenly he comes my way and sits—presenting me with his tiny dick.  I kneel and suck.

It is over the moment the door from the lobby opens.  He sprays my mouth with cum and is zipped up before the new arrival enters the room.  I stay in place as he scurries to the bathroom to wash.

I check both theatres.  There is one man in each cinema now, the new arrival in the straight, and a lone figure on the gay side.  It seems early in the day.

I sit against the wall in the gay theatre and stroke.  I can keep an eye on the gentleman standing in the back corner there—behind the same kind of low wall to lean on.  This man is older.  And seemingly very shy.  I get up and stand nearer to him.  I let the available light fall on my cock—and guess he will want a taste of me.

We stroke, doing the quick glance thing, one after the other.  Finally I turn to him, confident he wants my dick.  He looks at me, then my cock and back at my face before he whispers:  “Would you suck me like you did that other guy?”

I nod and go to my knees.  He has a much bigger dick.  It stiffens to its full length the moment it goes in my mouth.  I do a lot of tongue work that makes his cock drip.  It makes even more precum when I hold it and lick his fairly hairless balls.  It explodes when I take it back into my mouth and deep throat it.

He pats my head with his incredibly soft hands, thanks me and leaves.

*

I am on the straight side.  The porn is actually hotter here with two mega-hung men on one petite woman.  I have heard the lobby door open a few times—and no one has joined me and a straight man (who seems to be here truly for the movie.)

I get up to investigate.  A good looking white guy, around my age, is against the side wall feeling a bulge in his pants.  A large Black man is sitting on the chair.  He can just see the movie over the wall.  He is likely 45 with am ex-football player’s build.  He has his cock out and is stroking.  I stand against the back wall—fairly close to him.  I take my cock out.

Instantly his eyes go to me.  “Get that thing in my mouth,” he hisses.

I step to him and let him envelope my cock.  He is one of those men born to suck.  He is the best I’ve had in a long time.  Great suction, the right pressure and superb tongue action.  All that—and then he deep throats me for the first time.  Amazing.  I groan out my pleasure.

I have to pull out of his mouth or I’m done.  I step back.  His big cock has hardened even more with sucking me.  I go to my knees and start to take his cock.  He grabs the shaft away from me and guides my mouth to his enormous, hairy testicles.  I lick them as he jerks.  The aroma is incredibly manly and makes me moan deep in my throat.  When he has finally had enough tongue on his balls, he lets me suck his cock.  Not for long, but to get a good taste—and to get it good and wet.

“Stand up and put it back in my mouth.”

I stand, but before I enter him, he says, “Dan, get over here and help.”

The guy in the chair to the side joins us.  He is balding with a fringe of grey hair and a darker mustache.  He is likely around my age and in good shape.  He goes to his knees and pulls my pants down as the other man goes back on my dick.  Dan spreads my ass cheeks and his tongue hits my hole. 

Well, fuck!

When he comes up for air, Dan says:  “Glen, you need to taste his ass.”  I am turned so Dan is now on my cock and Glen licks my crack with his thick tongue.

For fifteen to twenty wonderful minutes, we give each other oral pleasure.  I take a turn on Dan’s cock, Dan on Glen.

Both of them on me. 

Now two on Glen.

Or both of us on Dan.

Sucking the same cock turns into kissing with whoever you are sharing with at the moment.  Deep and forcefully, sometimes; tender and rather sweet the next.

We finally break.  None of us want to get off.   We want it to last.

They go out for a break in the sunshine and to get something to drink.

I watch the gay porn on the couch.

They are back in ten minutes or so. Swigging from their water bottles.  Dan pulls my pants off again.  He crawls between my splayed legs and licks my taint and balls.  Glen sits next to me.  He leans down and effortlessly deep throats me again and again.  I try to reach for their cocks at different times.  Each time my hand is batted away or my arm held up out of reach.  They are intent on making me blow my load.

And it’s working.  It is so rare that a mouth gets me to cum, anymore.  But these dueling tongues and lips are doing it.  I can feel it growing. 

My balls tighten.  Dan nods—and keeps licking them, with his thumb massaging my wet taint.  Glen picks up the pace with his mouth.

And I’m there. 

I blow my load deep into Glen.  Dan comes up—looking for a taste.  Glen pulls off my dick and allows Dan to lick some cum off my shaft, all while I writhe on the leatherette couch…

A link to my last time here is HERE.

Texting for Ass

 Northern Indiana—June, 2021

At the very end of June, I was due to start my second contract of the summer.  On my way there, I made a point to overnight near the bookstore in Indiana where I have had the most fun.  I had not been there for over a year with the lockdown.  The set-up had not changed at all in the booths with the (low) gloryholes.  Across the lobby, the big screen television room had removed most of the seating.  Now two benches were there—on opposite sides of the room.  I started there…

 

I leave my mask on and stroke to the porn.  I am surprised by movement to my left.  Behind the bench there is low wall—and someone is there, though I couldn’t see them as I entered.  A young man comes around and sits on the opposite bench.  He is masked, seems to be in his 30’s, with a slim build.  And a rampant cock.  He jerks away—to me as much as the porn.

A man comes in, likely late 40’s.  He’s also masked and makes a beeline to the younger man.  The new guy reaches for his belt and quickly unbuckles.  His walking shorts fall around his ankles.  He is going commando.  He turns toward the kid and presents his ass.  The young man is not about to fuck so he turns to reach for the young guy.  The stroker won’t even let him touch his obviously wet dick.

It’s my cue.  I walk over and slap my dick on the guy’s ass.  He turns to me.  I may be older, but I’m bigger.  The half-naked guy quickly re-focuses.  He raises his mask a fraction, leans over and sucks me.  With more enthusiasm than skill.  I reach over his back and feel his butt.  He loves this and groans around my dick in his throat.

The young stroker is jerking faster and faster.

The bent over man swivels again and presents me with his ass.  I grease up and enter him.  I slide home in one stroke.  He has either prelubed or has a load.  I fuck him slowly, with deep strokes.

The Jerker loves this.

Someone else comes in—mid 40’s and showing a well defined chest under his tight tee.  He watches and takes out his dick.  He removes his mask altogether, sure that the young stroker will be his.  He is just as good looking—so it’s possible.

I pick up the fuck rhythm.  The unmasked one leans in to suck the jerker’s dick. 

My man explodes on the floor—his load fucked out of him. The Jerker, as if on cue, blasts out his load—all over the handsome one’s face.  It drips off his nose and chin onto the dirty tile.  The young man gives the guy one woefully inadequate tissue to clean himself up.

My bottom leaves. 

The Jerker leaves.

I am left with the handsome guy.  I give him two napkins from my pocket so he can wipe actually get the load off his face.  He does—and puts his mask on.  I go back to my bench.  He takes the Jerker’s place.  Some minutes pass before he pulls out his dick.

We stroke. 

Eventually he stands and comes over, his fat seven incher swinging.

I raise my mask and go to my knees.  I take him in my mouth—and he gives me a load rather quickly.  He is just pulling his shorts up as another man enters. 

The new guy comes right over and unbuttons his Levis.  He must have stunning in his prime. His hair is dark—but it is now dyed jet black.  He has great cheek bones, but his facial skin has been over baked in the sun.  He is still quite trim.  His cock is semi hard—and never gets harder.  Though I work skillfully on it.

“That’s great,” he tells me, referring to my busy tongue.  “Did that guy give you a load?  I got one for you, too.  You better be ready; it’s gonna be huge…”   He goes on and on—obviously turning himself on—though not erecting.

Then, with a shallow intake of air:  “I’m so damn close.  Fuck!  Here it is—take it all.”   I get one or two tiny drops on my tongue from his semi-hard.  “Damn, I’m glad you could swallow all that,” he says as he puts his cock away and leaves. 

*

I make a tour of the arcade.  It’s busy.  But I am just too damn tall for the gloryholes. 

I go back to the television room.  I watch.  Alone.

The curtains rustle.  In walks a familiar face.  I think—with the damned mask.  He comes right over and calls me by name.  I struggle for his, but I remember his sizable cock, his gorgeous ebony skin and his skill with my dick. 

He almost always tops the men he meets, but when we met, years ago, he wanted me inside his ass.  He wouldn’t do it in a bookstore—so he drove to Michigan, and in the old playroom rode the sling until he climaxed with me inside him.  There must be a post about him…somewhere.

We catch up with each other…then…

“I think I have someone for that…” he gestures at my still hard cock.  “Let me text him.”  He whips out his phone and types.  An answer comes back in seconds.  “He’s almost here.  I want to watch you fuck him.”

He leaves to cruise the booths.  In moments he comes back and collects me.  A short, white guy with a shaved head is waiting by one of the booths with no glory hole.  He is anywhere from 35 to 45, decently built.  In moments, he shows his best feature as the shorts come off,  revealing a smooth white butt with just wisps of hair down the crack.

The two of us take out our cocks.  The bottom swivels around and goes to his knees.  It’s tight but we can stand on either side of him so he can take one, then the other in his mouth.

“Yesssss...” he croons as he goes back and forth.

“Show him your ass,” says my bud.

Obediently, he turns and kneels on the bench, his glorious butt high in the air.  I kneel on the floor and start rimming him.  My friend jerks to the scene.  From the moment my tongue goes in, his pucker flowers open.  This boy knows just what he wants.  He groans loudly—and then more softly as he hears footsteps in the arcade.

“Fuck his hole.”

I stand up.  My cock slaps his ass.  I line up—and before I can push in, the bottom impales himself on me.  I slap his ass and take over the drilling.  His hole is really wet.  He continually milks my shaft on ever stroke.  It’s a hot fuck.  And I give him a ball-slapping ride.

“Take a turn,” I tell my friend. 

We can just squeeze by each other.  He slides in—I love watching him use this guy.  But he doesn’t do him for long.  He pulls out and we change places again. 

My cock goes in.  Deep.

“Breed me, Daddy,” he grunts out.  “I want your cum.”

I surprise myself by feeling my balls tighten up. 

“I want you as my first load today.  Cum in me.”

I increase my pace.  And I’m there.  I hold onto his hips and fill his ass.  My thrusts slow—and I begin churning my own cum—making it froth around his puffy red ass lips.

I pull out—and can just manage not to squirm as he somehow turns in the tight space and begins to clean my cock…

Using Roy--In Words and Pictures

 My Playroom—June, 2021

He wrote me on Asspig.  I am not sure where he was actually from, but he was coming to the gay campground nearest to me.  He knew he would get some action in the woods, but really wanted his hole used and stretched.  That can be something that is hard to do in the out of doors—between makeshift clean out situations in communal showers and the potential of getting half the forest on the top’s greasy hands if he touches the ground.

We set a date and time.  Roy arrived promptly—reminding me he would need the shower.  He was fun and friendly.  Roy was around my age, likely just a little younger.  [Who isn’t anymore?!]  So, late 50’s, mostly grey hair, a decently in shape body which had caught some sun at the campground.  In the brief moment we talked before I sent him to clean up, he seemed open and playful.  I set up the rest of the playroom while he used the Ergoflo.  I put on some hot Germans fisting and pissing on each other on the big screen TV.  As the feature finally began—down the stairs he came…

 

He kneels to suck my cock.  No sub here.  We are two men enjoying what we can do for each other.  He sucks me in and gets me hard easily.  But I can tell it’s not really his thing.  When he has had enough, he climbs up, without any encouragement, onto the fuckbench.

I get a first taste of his fresh from the shower hole.  I spend long minutes poking and prodding him with my tongue.  I spit once.  Then twice.  Right on the loose pucker and drive the saliva home with my tongue.  Again and again, until my own cock is dripping.  I smear my juices on him and push it in with my tongue.  Then I swab the head of his dick with my tongue, getting a huge dollop of precum.  I hold that in my mouth and then work it up his hole, too.

I stand and slide in.  His hole welcomes my dick—literally pulling me in.  I fuck him.  He fucks back. 

I grab the egg headed dildo.  It disappears easily up his ass.  He grunts out his pleasure.  I push it down and add my dick.  I double fuck him.  Then I pull out, leaving the toy in place.  I pull it up and now slide my cock in under the toy.  He loves this—and tells me so as the poppers come out.

We switch to the sling.  I fuck him here, too.  But I know what he wants.  I grease up my hands. 

His hole is eager.  It accepts my left in mere moments.  Then my right.

I go back to a fuck.

I pull out and stretch him open with a lateral stretch.  He loves this—so I find the speculum and slowly crank him open—until it is wide enough for me to add my cock.  I fuck him with the medical device in place.

I decide to go back to my hands.  I alternate back and forth with them.  Once I add my cock when my left is buried deep inside.  He loves looking in the mirror above him.  His eyes never leave it as my cock slides down my forearm and buries itself in him.

I go to the chain.  I grease and insert.  It is the hunk of chain with the smallest links.  I push each link in him.  One.  At. A. Time.  He groans, commenting on the weight.  I get about 13 of the 18  links into him.  I tell him just that.  Then begin pulling it out—each link giving a tiny stretch as it emerges.

I use the butt plug on him afterward.  Once is has slipped in, I hit my fist against the base—sending vibrations through his whole body.

Another hand session follows.  Back and forth.  I build in tempo---as I move more quickly between left and right.

Roy tells me his hole has likely had enough.

“Of cock, too?” I  ask.

“Hell, no.  Breed me and send me home with it.”

I am happy to oblige.

Three Scenes From an Orgy

 Grand Rapids—June, 2021

It was time for the monthly sex group that meets to the north of me.  I took the chains to do the double-decker slings again, my fuck bench and the rim seat.  (Leather men never travel light…)  I got to the house about 30 minutes early and helped the host with the final set up.  He had been averaging 10 to 12 people a month after he started the group up again this spring.  This time, 17 to 20 men arrived, stripped and began to have sex on both floors of the house.

Here are three highlights of my night…

 

He is on all fours on a flat padded bench.  It is in the corner near the double-decker sling.  Lots of action is happening on the bed in the other room—a massive oral dog pile of naked flesh.  This guy is, well, young for this group—a group that skews 35 to 65.  He is maybe 25.  He wears a designer jock, really more backless underwear, which perfectly frames a generous bubble butt.  He’s cute, with a smooth, lithe body.  His legs are very hairy like so many young men.  He keeps his head down from either shyness or submission. 

I watch him as I fuck a friend in the sling.  From the moment he bends over he has dick up his ass.  Every man who walks into the room gives his ass a try.  Some fuck him for quite awhile.  Others do a few strokes and go on.  One man, slightly heavier and around 30, stays with him—feeding him his cock so he always has two dicks in him at once.

A versatile pig who I know from here is the fifth man up him—in the first 15 minutes of the party.  He sticks his seven inches up him, pulls it out and drops to his knees to rim the much fucked hole.  I can see the pig is loving the taste of this guy’s ass.  He has gone from a lazy jerk as he rims, to giving himself a blistering hand job as his tongue roots around in the fucked hole.

The Pig comes up for air and sees me grinning at him.  “Get over here,” he tells me.

I excuse myself from the guy I was fucking and join them.  “Taste this hole,” the Pig commands.

I squeeze by the Pig and kneel next to him.  I stick my face in the boy’s ass.  It is indeed a treat.  I wonder if he arrived with loads—certainly none of the men here have dropped any this fast.  I stand up and fuck a few strokes into the kid.  Then I pull out and let the Pig licks me clean.  I still can’t tell.

The Pig asks to fuck him again.  We switch positions.  The Pig fucks the kid—and lets me clean his cock after a dozen strokes.

“You have loads in you?” the Pig asks point blank.

The kid shakes his head, slightly embarrassed.  “It’s just me,” he tells us.

I watch the Pig fuck him.  Harder.  I stand up. 

“Lick him clean,” I tell the kid when the Pig pulls out again.  The larger guy gives way at the kid’s head and strokes—watching us use the kid.  I spit on the kid’s hole—and now really plow him.  The kid has a long dick in both holes.  The force of my fucking is impaling his throat on the Pig’s cock.  He chokes occasionally, but is able to continue.  I pull out with a loud slap on his gorgeous ass.  I bring my pre-cumming cock up to him and to the Pig, who goes to his knees, to enjoy…

*

He’s a newbie—and is drop dead gorgeous.   I first see him on the bed, on all fours, with his sculpted ass in the air.  I am fucking another regular, a gymnast type, with a glorious ass of his own.  I watch the gorgeous one give his hole to two different men as I continue to plow into the gymnast.

 

The gymnast finally asks for a break.  At almost the same moment, the second guy swats the hot guy on the ass and pulls out.  I am right there, my tongue reaming into his fucked hole.   He doesn't even turn to see who is using him now.  But he sure does when my cock begins to slide into his wet chute.

 

"Fuck, that's big.  Give me all of it."  

 

I do.  To the hilt.

 

I fuck him a long time.  Then I flip him and fuck him on his back so I can look at his face.  He is likely in his early 40's and old style Hollywood handsome--chiseled features, a cleft in his chin, hot stubble on that granite jaw.  His hair is dark and rather long.  His body is gym built.

 

We move to the sling.  Some guy makes use of his mouth as I fuck.  Off to the side, I see the kid in the corner take a load--the first of many that night. 

 

I also fuck the gorgeous one on the fuck bench.  Here we are joined by the top who loves to have me open a guy's  hole for his thicker dick.  We do just that--rotating around the bench so both our dicks are always in him.

 

We take a break.  "You need to let me eat your ass on the rimseat."

 

"Sure."  He sounds pleased.   Then:  "Are you the guy who likes to felch?"

 

I nod.

 

"Let me see if I can get a load for you."

 

He goes upstairs.

 

I get my cock sucked for a bit and then start up. I meet Hollywood Handsome on the stairs.  He grabs my arm, nods and leads me up to the rimseat.  I get under and he sits.  That glorious hole flowers open and seed begins to drip out.  Someone begins to ride my dick as I lick out the swollen ass lips above me.

 

Mr. Hollywood groans and flexes his ass, making the drip become a trickle.  I lick and swallow.   The guy riding me is now really pounding himself down on me.

 

Mr. H stands up.  He is suddenly being fucked by the big top who shared him with me downstairs. 

 

"Let me churn that load for you," the top grunts.  

 

I watch the fuck, framed by the seat above me.  The top pulls out and a large glop of semen falls on my nose and mustache.   Mr. H sits down...and the cum in his ass pores  down my throat...

 

*

It is done.  Everyone who wants to has gotten off.  I have played with most of the men in attendance in one way or another.  Now it is only the host and me left.

 

"I have at least 7 loads in me.  Come on."  

 

We go to the rimseat.  I can certainly tell he's been bred, but I think most of the loads have been churned out of him by others.  I tap his thighs to have him stand.

 

"I need to fuck," I growl.

 

My host kneels on an overstuffed chair, jutting his slender ass towards me.  I lick it in this position a little more.  My cock reminds me what needs to happen, by spitting out a dollop of precum.  I rub it over the head as I stand up.  

 

Even after all the men tonight, he is a tight hole.  But I am in and fucking.  Hard.

 

"Fuck me harder," he chides.  "Make me feel it tomorrow."

 

I build the tempo.  My hand finds the back of his neck and squeezes, something I know he loves.  My thrusts slam into him as my hand tightens...

 

And that is just enough.  I am over the edge.  I fill his ass with all the cum that has been building for the last 4 hours....

A Brief Bookstore Bang

 Near Home—June, 2021

I did my work contract—and eleven days later I was finally back at the bookstore…

 

I have arrived slightly earlier than usual.  From the number of men in the theatres, I seem to have caught the last of the late afternoon crowd and the beginnings of the evening group.  I sit in the straight theatre, off to the side.  I have interrupted a man getting head as he stands at the back wall.  The moment I sit, the two go at it again.  Noisily.

Other men are scattered around.  Some even jerking.  It feels pre-pandemic.

I get out my cock.  The movie is good and I spring to full erection easily.  I don’t have long to wait.  A short, bald man, currently masked, but is still recognizable as a frequent sucker of mine.  He nods and kneels.  The mask inches up and he takes me down his throat.  He’s good.  As long as he doesn’t use his hands.  For some reason, he loves to squeeze my dick in a stranglehold.   

But he’s being careful tonight.  He likes to show off to the others that he is sucking me.  He groans and sighs for the audience.  And takes my entire length down his throat.

The door opens.  Two men, around my age, come in.  I don’t recognize these two.  They seem to be a couple.  They make a beeline for us.  

“Look at that cock.  You need to try that out, Jerry.”

Jerry, who’s slightly shorter, nods and kneels next to the man sucking me.  This puts my current sucker off.  He gets up, sighing loudly.  Jerry goes down on me.  And he’s better.  Or at least his tongue is more active.  His partner makes encouraging noises about sucking me as he unzips.  I watch the new sucker work and ruffle his hair as a thank you. A hard dick slaps my cheek.  The partner wants to be in my mouth.  I open and take the thick cock, dripping pre-cum.

Another man comes over to stroke to the three of us.  The guy in my mouth is letting me take charge—I am rather glad he is not trying to fuck my throat, given the girth.  The guy in my mouth tells Jerry to lick my balls.  He does—and strokes the wet shaft with a light touch.

“You should try this dick,” says Jerry, coming up for air.

They switch places.  The new guy is a decent cocksucker—but nothing special.  Jerry unzips and lets me take his rather small dick in my mouth.  He groans and then chats to his partner about my cock.

The guy sucking me stops, holding me around the base of the shaft.  “You want this up your ass, don’t you?”  He waves my cock at Jerry.

“Can I?”  He asks his partner.

“Do you fuck?” asks the man on the floor.

I tell him I do.

Jerry is a flutter.  He pulls out of my mouth and steps out of his walking shorts and designer underwear.  He leaves his retro Hawaiian shirt on but open.  I stand up.  Jerry’s partner stands up and ditches his cutoffs, too.  Jerry bends and I go to my knees to rim.  Jerry sighs and takes his partner’s dick in his mouth.  I don’t linger long licking his ass.  He’s obviously come to the bookstore ready for this very thing. 

I stand up.  “You want this raw?”

I get a “Yes,” from Jerry and a “You can breed him,” from his partner.

I go in slowly.  I’m big enough that Jerry has to stop sucking and concentrate.  He relaxes.  I feel him open—and I slide all the way in.  Surprisingly, the man who was stroking to us, goes to his knees.  Jerry’s partner shares his cock with him.  He goes back and forth between the two mouths.  He gives Jerry more of it—really wanting to see his partner take both our dicks at the same time.

And suddenly Jerry starts to cum—letting it splat on the floor.  He is shooting with each stroke I give him. 

This causes his partner to explode in Jerry’s mouth.  And then pull out and give two last spurts all over Jerry’s face.  The other guy on his knees cleans the spent cock as Jerry stands up and pulls off me.

They both tell me thank you as they wipe down and struggle back into their clothes.  The other sucker leaves first.  The couple go out—still chatting.

I wash up and piss.  I go to the gay theatre—no one.

I go back to the straight one.  The men have vanished.

I wait. 

No one is around

It was a great 15 minutes---and nothing else happens the rest of the night.

"What Can I Do to Get You Off....?"

 Near Home—June, 2021

I was just about to start a mini contract—but one that would allow me no time for play at all.  I wanted to take a few hours for myself—to empty my balls.  It was a Saturday night.  But I could not find a man to fuck online.  On any site.  So off I went to the bookstore…

 

It looks pretty dismal here, too.  The parking lot is fairly full, but the men must all be in the arcade.  In the straight theatre, there are two guys.  Both are sitting very close to the screen—which translates to “leave me alone.”

I sit and watch for a bit—but the movie is a “point of view” opus that leaves me cold.  Through the low grating in the common wall between the theatres, I hear a chair scrape next door.  I go to the gay side.  One man is sitting and stroking.  He is seated along the side wall, enjoying the decent bareback flick.  I sit at the back and haul out my dick.  The other man, a bearish daddy type, with a fairly full beard, nods to me—in a ‘welcome’ sort of way, not a ‘let me suck your dick’ kind of way.

We stroke to the movie.  We both seem to enjoy the talk that leads up to well photographed breeding—where, eventually, far more cum is pushed out of the bottom’s hole, than spattered around it.

The door opens.  Two men come in.  One stands at the back and leaves quickly.  The other finds a seat on the opposite wall to the Bear.  He sits, opens his cut-offs and pulls out a long, thin hooded dick.

We all sit and watch the movie, stroking happily and occasionally eyeing one of the other two.

The door opens.  A thin kid comes in—African American, just below medium height.  He is wearing skinny jeans and a tee with the local university’s logo on it.  His hair is cropped close to his skull.  His handsome features smile as he sees our three white dicks being stroked.

Without any talking or nods or sign language he walks to the long, thin dicked guy.  He kneels in front of the spread legs, pushes the man’s hands off his dick and takes him deep into his throat.

The guy gives a contented sigh to what is obviously an expert blow job.  He lets the kid do all the work—and is shooting in no time.  The sucker cleans every drop off him—so well that the guy takes out a fast food napkin to wipe himself up and puts it away unused.  He pats the kid on the shoulder, zips up and leaves.

The kid literally crawls across the floor to the big bear.  The cock here is the exact opposite.  A true beer can, not very long, but very thick.  And cut, as far as I can tell.  The Bear has stopped stroking and points his dick at the kid as he crawls towards it.

In one movement, the kid swallows him down.  I think about going over to work the Bear’s tits, but there is no time.  The Bear is already convulsing down the kid’s throat.  He grabs the kid’s shoulders and won’t let go as he bucks into the kid’s over stretched mouth.

The Bear pushes him off his cock, buttons up and leaves.  The kid stays in a huddle on the floor.

I wait.  Eventually his head comes up and he turns to me.

“Please, Sir….”

It’s a low whisper.

I stand up—my cock jutting out, hard and throbbing.  “Come here.”  My voice is almost as hushed, but still commanding.

The kid crawls to me.  He just gazes at my cock.  His hands, instinctively, go behind his back.  “Please use me…” he breathes.

I step forward.  I slap my cock on his right cheek.  And again on his left.  “Open up.” 

He does.  I push into him and let him do his work.  He’s great.  Great suction and even better tongue work.  But if he thinks he’s going to get another load in 30 seconds, he doesn’t know me.  He finally pulls off me, panting.  I let him recover.  Then I grab his chin and open his mouth for him.  He ovals—and lets me fuck his face.

After repeated strokes, I pull out.  I notice his jeans are trying to tent with the tight fabric.

“Lick my balls,” I tell him.  I jerk my dick as his warm mouth is all over my hairy sack.  I finally nod at him and he does his best to get me off at his own pace.  He works really hard.  

He finally rocks back on his haunches—“What can I do to get you off…Sir?”

I pause. 

Then.

“Get naked.”

“I can’t be fucked, Sir.”

“Just do it.”

He hurriedly stands and strips.  He has a great natural body.  And an incredible bubble butt.

He kneels again.  I let him suck.  For a long time.

I surprise him by kneeling myself in front of his kneeling form.  My finger finds his tight pucker.  I play around it, idly, as he pants.

“I so want you in me, but I didn’t think that would happen here tonight,” he whispers in my ear. 

“Stand up and lean into my chair.”

He does.  Trembling a little.  I turn, still on my knees, and bury my face in his ass.  He may not have cleaned out—but he showered.  I can taste the Dial soap.  He whimpers as I tongue fuck him.  His hand goes to his cock. 

I bat it away, stopping the rimming long enough to say, “Just enjoy it.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I force myself to stop or I know I will want to fuck him.

I turn his hips so he turns towards me.  His hard, just above average, cock stares me in the face.  I spit on it and pull him down so we are kneeling face to face again.  “Kiss me.  Taste your ass on my tongue.”

His eyes widen.  But he does it.  And then groans as if I have fed him the most incredible delicacy.  My finger finds his now wet hole. It pokes inside.  Just. 

I break the kiss and bend him to suck my dick in this awkward way—but I want my finger in his pucker as he does it.  He is moaning around my dick.

I pull out of his mouth.  Stand.  He straightens up, still on his knees.  My cock goes back into his mouth.  I begin to drill into him.  His hand goes to his cock—this time I let it happen.  I am so fucking close.

“You want my load?”  I know the answer, but I want to hear him grunt out a “yes” without letting my cock out of his mouth.

He makes some sort of affirmative sound.

And I’m there.  I fire volley after volley of hot seed into his throat—and then onto his tongue.  He swallows it all.  And licks me clean.

It is only then that I see he has covered my boot with his own massive wad of cum…

My Silence...

 

Sorry for my silence. 

Life just caught up with me. 

Absolutely nothing bad has happened.  

There was actually good news…and one thing was truly great...

Soon, I promise…