“Will One of You Cocksuckers Do Me?”

 Near Home—May, 2022

IML was the next week.  But here is was a Saturday night—and I was horned.  I hadn’t been to the nearest bookstore at night in a long time, so off I went.  A man was coming out as I parked.  He took one look at me and did a U-Turn and followed me back inside.  In the light of the store I recognized him as one of my regulars who loves sucking my cock.  We nodded to each other as I got in line to get my ticket.

The male attendant sighed as I told him I wanted the theatres.  The straight side was malfunctioning he told me.  He had hit on the solution of alternating movies in the gay theatre.  He was currently showing a straight one and a gay video would be up next.  “Is that alright?” he asked.  I nodded and gave him my money.

 

For cramming us all into the smaller room, it is not crowded.  I easily find a seat.  There is a man in the back corner I recognize.  The guy who followed me back from the parking lot, now follows me into the theatre.  He sits down front.  There is one other man I can’t really see in the shadows along the wall opposite.  

I unbutton and stroke to the very pedestrian straight porn.  The bearded man in the back corner is closest.  He nods to me.  I nod back, stand and offer him my dick.  He kisses the tip, the sides.  He takes me in his mouth but everything he does with his mouth still feels like a kiss.  It doesn’t feel bad—just not what I’m used to.  I get tired of it rather fast, thank him and sit back down.

Mr. Parking Lot, who has been watching me with Cock Kisser, now nods at me.  He literally crawls across the floor to where I’m sitting.  I love his version of cock sucking a lot more.  But before he can really get going on me, his phone goes off.  He all but runs out the door, not to be seen again that night.

The man in the shadows comes over for Cock Kisser.  He turns out to be short and dark.  He seems quite enthusiastic about the mouth on his cock.  He gives Cock Kisser a load in fairly short order.

A long lull.

The movie changes to a gay one.  It’s decent if not incredibly hot.  Another bearded man arrives.  He is around my age, 6 foot-ish, well built and graying around the temples.  And I know he loves my mouth.  He stands against the back wall and pulls out his bigger than usual dick.  He’s semi-hard.  And ready.  I go to him before Cock Kisser can entice him over.

I kneel and take him into my mouth.  I love feeling him harden up the rest of the way as my tongue works him over.  He lets me be in control for a long time, but finally he fucks my face.  When he stops, I go to tonguing his very hairy balls, with my left hand stroking his cock.

And now my knees are screaming at me.  I move around and sit on a chair on the back wall.  Bearded man is right there in my mouth.  Cock Kisser goes to his knees and sucks me.  The sexual heat of the room goes up a few notches.  I love to be sucked while I suck. We go at it for quite some time.

I am feeling generous now.  I stop sucking and pull Cock Kisser off me and let him have a turn on Bearded’s big cock.  I squirm back to the floor and move around behind Bearded.  I pull his white underwear down and begin licking his hairy ass.  I have done this once before with him, so I know he likes it.  He really loves this treat of a tongue on both sides of him.  I burrow into him as I can hear the blow job getting wetter.

The door opens.  We don’t stop, but we slow down. 

A man walks in.  He stops to look at us for just a moment before sitting in the front row of chairs.  The light shining from the screen reveals he is likely somewhere between 38 to 45.  He has a long, red beard, cropped red hair tight to the scalp and the pale white skin that so often goes with gingers.  He is wearing shorts and a tee.  He looks at the screen and sighs.  (Ok, we’ve stopped playing now and are looking.)  He gets out his phone and begins watching straight porn.  In moments he unzips and pulls out a dick that is very close to my size.

He strokes.  Cock Kisser salivates.  I look at Bearded and smirk.

We all stroke.

Then:  “Will One of You Cocksuckers Do Me?”

He spreads his legs.  Waiting.  Ogling the phone.

I am there, faster and spryer than Cock Kisser.  He doesn’t let me show off much of my skill, he makes it clear he just wants deep throat action.  I try to oblige.  He’s thick enough that it’s hard.  Cock Kisser comes over, stands behind the chair and plays with his nipples.

“I don’t like that.”

CK tries just a hand on his neck, massaging.

“Stop it.”  Cock Kisser goes back to his chair, defeated.

The Ginger suddenly pulls out of my mouth and begins to jerk his dick.  “I need to stand up to be sucked.” 

I know that for me that would be an easier angle, but I’m still in a sharing mood.  “Try his mouth.”  I point to Cock Kisser in his corner.  I get out of the way as Ginger moves to him, taking his phone and the over enthusiastic moans of the woman on it.  Ginger pulls down his shorts, revealing his hairy, white ass.  I want to dive in, but think better of it.  I go back to sucking Bearded as Cock Kisser tries to do what Ginger wants.

I am kneeling right behind Ginger.  Bearded is really turned on now.  He is pre-cumming like crazy.  His cock is making very wet sounds in my mouth.  Suddenly he is there.  I groan in the back of my throat as I get a nice sized load in my mouth.  I swallow and clean him up.  As my hand releases Bearded’s nuts, they brush Ginger’s ass.

“Shit, did you get your fuckin’ cum on me?”

I assure him it’s all in my mouth.

Ginger pulls out of Cock Kisser’s mouth and turns and shoves his thick cock back in me—and halfway down my throat.  “I’m gonna shoot!” he declares, bringing up the phone to block me out with the image on his small screen.

It’s a huge load.  He shoots over and over.  I can taste a little, but most is shot straight down myt throat.  I can feel his urethra swelling with each splat of cum.  He is loud, but wordless, as he enjoys his orgasm.

I clean every drop.  He’s too spent to stop me.  He finally pulls out of my mouth, zips up with no other wipe down and leaves.  I have to hurry to get my raging dick into Cock Kisser’s mouth so I can give him every drop of my load…

The Texan and the Naked Otter

 Near Home—May, 2022

So after my so-so bookstore experience on a Saturday afternoon, I was back at my regular haunt on a Tuesday afternoon (really?).  Different men plus a different place equaled a different experience entirely…

 

The parking lot is full enough to be potentially interesting.  The straight theatre has a smattering of men and a horrid point of view movie.  I don’t even linger to get hard.  I go around to the gay theatre.  Only one man is there.  The movie here, too, is quite lame:  Twinks trying to act long scenes before the sex starts.  But I sit down.  I take out my dick.  There is just enough action to get me hard. 

I look over at the other man.  He is a thickly built bear in a loud tee, shorts and sandals.  He catches my eye and says hello with a moderately thick southwestern twang.  He tells me he is from Texas and just passing through.   He asks if there are other places like this in the area.  I fill him in with what I know.  As we talk, he takes a drink of soda and then carefully applies Chapstick.

We move on to other things:  early crushes, losing our virginities and college life.  He was a closet gay for a long time.  “But out and proud now.”  I tell him of meeting my partner so early in my coming out—and how it truly turned me from a boy, though 20, to a man.  And not just from the sex.

We are having one of those conversations where it is easier to talk to stranger than a friend.  But it can’t last. 

Finally:  “I sure would like to suck that monster you’re stroking.”

My dick’s gone half soft with all the talk, but I stand up and let him get me hard again. The guy is good.  I like his variety of suction and tongue action.  I hold my cock and let Tex lick my balls.  He loves the scent of them and says so.  Soon it’s back to the cock. 

It’s all good, but not enough to make me shoot.  I finally sit back down.  The Chapstick comes out.

The door opens.  A regular walks in.  I have sucked this man any number of times—and he has done me.  Logically, he takes the offered mouth of the new guy in town.  Tex makes short work of him.  I am glad to see he swallows.  The regular leaves—having paid the admission for 5 minutes of sex.  Tex pulls out the Chapstick.

We chat more.  And the twink movie freezes up on the screen.  “I’ll take care of it,” says Tex and ambles out to the front desk to get them to change the film.  He’s gone for a bit.  Likely a piss with all the soda he’s been drinking.  The new movie starts, just as he comes back in.

“I asked her to put on something I picked out.”

It’s Filthy Fucking Orgy from SkynMen. 

And he’s right.  It’s hot as fuck.  He still doesn’t stroke—just sort of gropes himself.

The door opens.  A 30-ish otter.  Hair coming out of every opening on his white A-shirt. His shorts are already plumped.  He sits to the side and slightly in front of us.  The Otter kicks off his sandals.  And in moments a big, thick dick emerges from the shorts.  He must hate the feel of the zipper on the base of his shaft, for he quickly stands up and shorts drop to the floor around his ankles.  He kicks them into a pile on top of his sandals.  There is a white jock, framing a hairy, hard bubble butt.  He sits for a moment—and finally strips off the A-shirt.  He’s naked, hard, hung and hairy…and jerking hard to the hot movie. 

And to us.  He has looked back in our direction three times already.  He spreads his legs in the classic “I’m available to be sucked” move.  I look at Tex.  He indicates he can’t do the floor—I should go for it.  I stand up, my cock jutting straight out.  I kneel and look at the Otter.  He grins and spreads his legs wider.  I suck his thick dick—having to be really mindful of my teeth he is so thick.  He grunts out his satisfaction.  Tex has come over to stand behind the Otter’s chair, run his hands over the hairy chest and tweak his nipples.  I think I have an easy load.  Minutes from now, the way he’s pre-cumming.

I finally have to come up for air.  The Otter reaches down and hefts my cock.  “You need to fuck me with this.”

There is actually a beat of silence before I answer—did I hear him correctly? 

“Fuck yes.”

Instantly we move.  The Otter bends over the back of a chair.  I go to my knees to rim his hot ass.  The hair is sopping wet before I even begin drilling into his pucker.  His butt hole tells the tale…he is fucked quite often if I am any judge of gape.  His pucker now flowers open with my tongue eating him out.

Tex uses the seat next to us to lower himself to the floor.  He is not going to miss a chance to suck that beautiful dick.  He squirms around and begins to suck.  I take this as my cue to fuck, and stand up.

“You want this raw cock in you…?”  I let the sentence dangle, giving him the choice.

“Fuck, yes.  Breed me.”

My lubed dick begins the slide to home.  He is a clamper.  He squeezes down on me in a rapid, practiced way as I work my way in.  He groans as my hairy pubes meet his hairy hole.  I grind them together before I start the fuck.  In and out.  Making myself go slowly.

Tex suddenly squeals around the dick in his mouth.  I want to kill him if he’s gotten the Otter off before I can start—but no, it’s Tex that has shot giving head.  He squirms around and watches the fuck from below.   I am fucking full speed now.  Finally, Tex sits up, some ass jizz splattered on his happy face. 

“I’ll let you guys fuck in peace,” he says as he stuffs some paper towel into his undershorts. 

The door bangs—and I pick up the pace even more.

“You got a big load for me, Daddy?”

“Oh, yeah. A nice three day load.”

I fuck faster.  Harder.  My hips slap that hairy ass with a wet sound that turns both of us on.

“Give it to me.  Don’t make me beg…”

I slap his ass hard.  He shudders and suddenly I’m there.

“Here it comes, man…”

The Otter groans.  I groan and shoot round after round into his wet hole.

I hold in place for a long time.  He doesn’t move.  He doesn’t want to break the connection anymore than I do.

Finally, I pull out.  I go to my knees and clean up any cum that has escaped.  The Otter moans.  “So…hot…”

I stand.  He spins around and kisses me, hungering for the taste of his sloppy hole…

*

He asks for my phone number—and I have a text waiting for me when I get to the car…

Bookstore Head (and No Tails)

 Jackson—May, 2022

The afterglow of CLAW, and then Keshawn’s birthday fuck, kept me going—which was good as I needed to concentrate on a brief work contract.  It was not until the next Saturday that I could even consider playing.  I decided to hit a bookstore—but not my usual haunt.  I went back to the one that is sprawling, with lots of diverse porn viewing stations.  In the past, Saturday mornings and afternoons had been fun there.  I was curious to see who would turn up.  I packed a lunch and set off…

 There is next to no one here at 11:00am.  I walk the entire layout.  Three men are scattered around the different viewing stations—and one of them leaves for the booths downstairs as I pass him.  I settle in on a big overstuffed chair in the larger gay area.  In moments, the older of the two men left comes in. He is easily 10 years older than I am, also tall and thin, and he seems a little unsteady on his feet.  He asks to suck me. 

I nod and, using the support of the chair arms, he makes it to his knees.  I have had good luck with older men and their practiced oral skills.  Not today.  He is constantly nicking my flared head with his teeth.  I stand up and fuck his face.  This helps for a moment, but he can’t sustain it.  I ask to take a break.  I help him up and he leaves.

I touch my dick.  It reeks of his saliva.  I can’t imagine what he’s eaten to make it smell this way. The restroom is just steps away.  I wash my dick and balls.  And then my hands.  And do my dick once more.  I go back to my chair and wait.

More men arrive.  No one seems interested in sex—either giving or getting.

I make the circuit again.  I settle down in the Trans area.  A good looking, grey haired white man is stroking a seven incher.  I sit and stroke.  Soon enough, I am on my knees and he is in my mouth.  He drools a lot.

We reverse.  Neither of us are worried about the load—just making each other feel good.  He goes off, I think downstairs.

I wander.  The guy with the horrible smelling saliva follows me.

I find another contemporary in the gay area.  He is short and thick—and his dick matches his body build.  He sucks me for a bit, and then I do him.  I can feel at least two more inches of cock behind his gut.  Isn’t a bigger dick a reason to try to get back into shape?  Then I stop thinking about it as he gives me his load.

I turn Mr. Saliva down, who has been watching us.  He goes on his way.  I sit in the smaller gay area and stroke.

A handsome Black man around my age, grey haired with a sprightly gait comes in.  He makes a beeline for my cock.  His sucking skills are amazing.  I can’t help wondering if some bridgework has been removed from his mouth.  He gropes himself underneath his pants, but he never gets his cock out.

When his knees tire, I help him up and thank him.  I agree that he can find me later.

I eat lunch out in my car.  I see more people arrive—but none of them are in the lounge as I go back in.

I avoid Mr. Saliva with a wave of my hand.  I settle back into my chair in the small gay area.  In comes the handsome Black man.  He gives me great head again—this time knowing more about my pleasure points.  He spends a long time on my balls. 

Again his knees give out before I am close to a load.

I stroke.

I avoid Mr. Saliva one more time.

I want to go home.  While hardly a horrible time, today is not taking off.  I work harder at stroking—concentrating on getting close.  It works.  I go looking for that great mouth.  I find him in the Trans area. 

“You want my load?”

He doesn’t say a word; he just grins and gets on his knees.  I push into his mouth.  I watch the happiness in his eyes as he licks my cock.  I let him set the pace.  He effortlessly takes me to the root.  Then spends a long time tonguing my cock head.

Now it’s to the root every time.  Over and over.  My balls contract.  I am actually going to be able to shoot from oral sex.

Once more he swallows me—and I’m there.  I blast away into him…

*

This certainly shouldn’t be labeled on here as ‘bad’ sex or even ‘odd.’  But it certainly wasn’t how I hoped the day would go.  The last time I was there at that time on a Saturday, we’d had a great mix of all ages—and all types of play.  Today I felt like I was the youngest man there—and that’s really saying something. 

It was a good reminder that half the fun of the hunt is that a decent two star day makes the four star times that much sweeter.  And just what happened the next time out...

Loading Keshawn for his Birthday

 Indianapolis—May, 2022

I came home from CLAW and self isolated for a week.  I was fine.  Tired, but fine.  It took until the end of that week to even feel horned again.  This proved to be perfect timing as Keshawn wanted to do something special for his birthday.  He had also invited a good looking man (who was a vers/bottom) so Keshawn could be his versatile self.  I liked the idea of the variety that this offered.  Devious scenarios played in my mind as I packed the sling and drove south.

I arrived first and began to set up the sling in Keshawn’s living room.  He told me the versatile guy had cancelled and that there was now a top coming, a man who had been at the basement party I had attended in Indy.  I was stripping as the guy arrived…

 

We all greet each other.  (I do remember the top—I’d sucked his daddy cock repeatedly as it pulled out of some hot butt.)  Keshawn is naked.  The Top, beefy and fairly hairy, drops his pants and is bending Keshawn over the back of the couch before I can get my boots tied.  I watch them fuck for a moment.  When the Top pulls out, Keshawn spins to suck him clean—leaving his freshly fucked ass for me to enjoy.  I go to my knees and lick up the juices.  I spit once more into his hole, stand up and push in.  Keshawn’s arms go around the Top’s waist to hold on as I plow his hole.  I fuck him hard.   He grunts out his pleasure around the cock in his mouth.

Keshawn stops sucking and pulls off me.  He moves around—now it’s his turn to clean me and get fucked by the other top.  I hold him in place as he takes another pounding.  Keshawn takes it like a champ.

We all pause for some water.  Keshawn goes to the sling.  Each top takes an ankle and gets it into the stirrup.  “Eat him out,” the Top tells me, as he takes his dick up to Keshawn’s open mouth.  The room is full of moans:  I make sounds of deep satisfaction as I lick him, the top groans at Keshawn’s oral skills and Keshawn himself is moaning deep in his throat, where the cock can’t quite reach.

I stand up and fuck.  His ass feels totally different now that he is on his back.  I fuck him with really long strokes, rocking the sling back and forth on my cock.  With the sling moving, the other Top strokes himself as he watches.  I invite him to take a turn.  He comes around and slides in.  I move to slap my cock on Keshawn’s face.  The Top fucks him in quick jack rabbit strokes.  The sound of his hips slamming into Keshawn’s ass fills the space.

I go around to clean his cock, but he’s now semi soft and stroking it back to full hardness.  Did he shoot in there?  My tongue explores, checking for traces of sperm in the hot ass.  I don’t find any, so I fuck.  Long and slow.  Keshawn takes me eagerly.

The other top is stroking faster now, to get back to full hardness.  He suddenly blasts a jet of cum into Keshawn’s mouth and across his face.

“Fuck!  I couldn’t help it,” he groans in response to Keshawn’s surprised look.

“Don’t swallow it all,” I bark out.  I hold out my hand by his chin.  Keshawn knows just what I what I want.  He spits most of the copious load into my hand.  I coat my dick with it while I look at the Top. “I’m fucking you into his ass.”  I slide in—his ass now coated with nature’s best lube.  I fuck him hard, frothing the Top’s cum.  I pull out—and grin.  I have to take picture:

I move around so Keshawn can taste the load left on me dick.  Then I go back to his ass and collect all the frothed, stray cum and lick his ass perfectly clean.  I spit it back into his now slightly gaping hole.  The top is stroking Keshawn.  I know he will blow anytime.  I will myself to get close to cumming.  I increase my fuck pace.

Keshawn cums.  Massively.  It is all over his chest, his dick and his balls.  I bend, keeping just my cockhead inside him.  My tongue licks up as much cum as I can reach.  I spit it into my hand and coat my cock again.  I plow it into him.  Keshawn yelps out a “Give it to me!” 

And, miraculously, I do.  The feel of two cum loads in his hot asscunt makes me want to add to it.  I’m there.  I shoot, one huge blast and a lot of smaller ones.  I hold on to the top of the sling frame and pant, letting my cock marinate in all that cum…

*

Short (under an hour) but very sweet!

CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All 2--Fucking to Shoot

 Cleveland—April, 2022

(The night in the dungeon wing of the bathhouse continues.  Part One)

There are now two asses, side by side, in the glory hole wall.  I fuck each of them—not for as long as I would like, as the holes are low in the wall for my long legs.  I do awkward knees bends as I rail each man.  But from the groans on the other side of the partition, they love getting fucked by an anonymous big cock.

I find my friend Bob hanging around the sling we didn’t use before.  He hops into it, with very little encouragement.  His hole is wetter now.  I don’t ask if he has a load, but just enjoy it.  A late 30-ish young man watches and strokes.  I offer him a chance to fuck Bob.

“I’d rather get fucked.”

“You need to feel this cock,” Bob tells him as he willingly gets out of the sling.  We both get the young man into the stirrups.  I eat his fresh, unfucked hole.  Bob leans down and sucks the guy’s cock.  I get his ass as wet as I can make it, squeezing out extra lube on my dick as I do it.  I stand and poke into his spit wet pucker.  He groans, does a popper hit and I slide home.  Bob bends to suck him again.  It’s fun to see his handsome face filled with dick while I fuck.  The young guy is moaning—and telling me how good it all feels.  It can’t last.  We make the kid blow a load that seems to go on forever.  Bob swallows and swallows.  With a gesture, he offers to snowball to it to the young man, but that is too kinky.  Instead the kid lays there, eyes on us, as Bob shares it, in a deep kiss, with me…

*

I do a tour.  I find Cowboy Boots on a regular wooden bench in the old play area.  I slide into him.  Easily.  It’s a loud fuck as the joints of the bench squeak as I rock into him.  His ass is super wet and makes a delicious squelching sound.  It’s loud enough to draw a crowd of four or five.  But no one wants to take over from me.

As he gets up, Cowboy Boots asks “Do you have my number?”

I nod.

“Text me about IML—I have a question for you.” 

We leave it there as we both go off for our next man…

*

I go back to the new wing.  On the padded bench that swings, the cute Blond is getting railed by his Daddy.  I watch over to the side.  They have both seen me arrive.  The kid grins and Daddy nods at me.  Daddy pulls out.  I wait to be asked.  Instead Blond Boy gets off the bench, and with a grin to his Daddy, grabs my hand.  He pulls me to the platform behind the swing.  It is a performance space for the porn stars later tonight.  Nothing is on it but a long, flat padded bench.  The kid tells me to lie down.  I do.  His Daddy, who is sitting on the swing, is watching us intently.   Blond Boy crawls between my splayed legs.  He begins to hungrily suck my cock.  He’s good—I hadn’t had this hole before.  He has been well trained.  Or he’s a natural.

He leaves my cock very wet.  “Fuck me,” he murmurs.  He squirms around so his ass is pointed to the back wall.  I want Daddy to see more of the fuck.  I tell him to turn 90 degrees.  I spit on his hole and my cock slides all the way in with one stroke.  Blond Boy is very wet now.  I fuck him hard.  Daddy strokes openly to me using his boy.  Other men stop and watch, too.

“Can I ride you?” the kid asks, breathlessly as I pump into him.

I nod.  I pull out and sit on the downstage edge of the bench.  He stands in front of me and, with his feet still on the platform, sits on my cock.  With ease now—my dick fits his hole perfectly.  He bounces and strokes his dick for the men standing below.  When his legs tire, he stands up and cleans my dick of his ass juice with a loud slurping sound.

“I want to eat your butt.”  I lie down.  “Sit on my face for a bit—and then, whenever you want, ride my cock.” 

His eyes light up.  “Yes, SIR.”

He sits.  We are profile to the audience—so they can see my raging dick and the boy squirming on my tongue as I eat him out.  He is so open now—every tonguing goes really deep.  His ass jizz is copious and oozes out and into my mouth.

He pulls his ass off my face, scuttles down the length of me and then sits on my cock.  He is facing away from me.  I have a terrific view of my cock going into his perfectly round ass.  I turn to look at Daddy.  He sees me look and gives me a thumbs-up sign. 

“Ride him hard, boy.”

The kid pumps onto me even harder.

He stops and gets off me.  He steps up onto the bench—and is astride my stomach.  He slowly sits, grabbing my cock and guiding it into his ass.  He rides me.  I can’t see my dick in him anymore, but I can see his handsome face contort with the effort of the fuck.  He is jerking his cock as he rides me.

“I’m gonna shoot,” he announces to the room.

And he does.  It’s not a big load.  But it totally wipes him out.  He spasms and writhes as the few drops splatter my chest.  I wonder how many loads he must have shot this weekend?—or even tonight?  I deliberately mop up his cum droplets with my left hand and lick my fingers clean.  His jizz is incredibly sweet. 

He leans down and gives me a peck.  Fully recovered, he jumps off me and then the platform and, arm in arm with Daddy, he goes home to bed…

*

The pornsters are now performing on our bench.  I don’t recognize any of them—and they seem really young. 

I find the elfin man on the steps behind the dark room.  He is getting fucked by a very dark skinned man.  I watch at a distance while he is railed—and then how he nicely cleans the dick that fucked him.  I move in.  “Want some more?”

He just turns and I slide into the ass the man just left.  He feels very warm.  A load?  I just fuck—and let him clean me off, too.   We chat a little about his CLAW experience.  I’m beginning to think I was stupid in not loading Blond Boy.  It’s getting late.

The porn guys take a break.  I move back towards the platform.  A familiar looking man, late 30’s and a furry dark blond chest is rocking his leather.  His partner, very Italianate, tatted and slightly older is obviously looking for cock.  I place the leather guy as a contestant in the Great Lakes leather scene.  I move closer—and he goes down on me.  A Black kid slides into the ass of the tattooed Italian.  When my cocksucker comes up for air he tells me, his friend is a retired porn star.  He tells me his porn name.  I recognize it. (I don’t use it here as I didn’t have a chance to ask his permission.)  I nod and force his head back down on my cock.

“Get it good and wet, I want to be the next one up your friend’s ass.”  I start taking charge in his mouth.  I watch the Black kid fuck—or try to fuck—he’s having erection issues.  He begins to rim Tatted Italian and that does the trick—he is hard in no time.  Someone else is sucking on my cock sucker’s cock.  We are a nice mass of five intertwined bodies on the corner of the stage.

The Black kid finally pulls out.  He doesn’t want to cum.  My cocksucker shows my cock to his bud.  Tatted Italian crawls over to suck me.  He is hungry enough—but you know he wants it more in his ass.  Without any prompt from me, he swivels around, taking the Leather Guy into his mouth and presenting his ass to me.  I rim briefly—but am so ready to fuck.  I slide in.  I am greeted by a ripple of deep muscle ass.  Yup, this is the butt I’ll breed.  I begin pumping into him.  The two friends pass poppers back and forth

I am there.  No, not quite.  I fuck some more, pull out and taste his hole.  Perfect.  I push into him again and shoot rope after rope of cum into his hot ass…

CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All

 Cleveland—April, 2022

I stayed in most of the next day after my night at the Horse Market.  I treated myself to a nice meal that evening, then went back to the hotel and wrote a little.  I was returning to the bathhouse that night.  I was meeting a specific man there.  We had chatted for a long time and always missed each other at various leather weekends—and we lived too far away for a session on either of our home turfs.  But he had a hotel-like room at the baths—and I agreed we should finally meet.  We had talked about keeping the door open to include others as we saw fit.  And playing in public slings to get his hole sloppy with other men.  He wanted some fisting time, but was also excited about taking other tops and being a whore for me. 

I got to the establishment thirty minutes before the appointed time.  Just as I was coming out of the locker room, I met a friend.  I had first met Bob right here at the baths, many a CLAW ago.  He had become a roommate for an IML or two—and then we did that drift apart thing that is so easy to do in this life.  We hugged, caught up, and I promised to find him after my fist date.

The bathhouse was alive already at 9:30; it would be wild in another hour or two.  I found the room of my fisting date.  We played— though there was little connection.  He didn’t want to open the door.  I asked about moving to the sling in a public spot.  Well, he didn’t want his friends to see what he liked to do.  So I stayed for 30 minutes, working my dick, hand and a plethora of his toys into him.  (Three toys at once, at one point.)  And then I left.  It was not the night to shut out the other men of CLAW….

 

I find Bob in the new play area.  It is being nicely used tonight.  We grab a sling and I get my tongue reacquainted with his fairly furry ass.  Another man works his nipples as I lick him out.  I stand up and slide into him.  Bob squeezes continually, giving me a good fuck.  I love the look on his handsome face—he is telling me just how much he likes the fuck.  So different from the Horse Market.

We take a breather—and go in separate directions.  I head towards the wall where there is an ass in one of the two big glory holes.    I can’t tell much else about the man, other than the butt is full, with a hairy crack.

“Excuse me…” says a voice behind me. 

I turn.  It’s a very young twink in a towel—likely not here for CLAW but just a good night at the tubs.

“There’s a number on your back.  Can I ask why?”

Damn.  I had scrubbed the one off my shoulder, but I couldn’t reach the middle of back to get the big one.  I tell him it is from the Horse Market.

“What’s that?”

I describe the event to him, hoods and all.  All that anonymous bareback hole and cock.  I love watching his face go from wonder to lust to, well, horror.

“And you did that?”

I nod. 

He thanks me, tightens his towel around his thin waist and moves quickly for the door…

I continue to the ass framed in the glory hole.  I kneel and the first time he knows someone is there is when my tongue flicks against his wet pucker.  He has had cock tonight—but not in the wall.  I stand up and give him a hard fucking.  I have no idea his age or looks.  Just Caucasian, likely around 40—with some good anal skills….

*

I take a tour of the building and get some head in the video room.  I go back into the new equipment area.  A fit Daddy is fucking a young, lithe blond boy in the sling.  I watch over to the side with a few others. 

The Daddy sees me first:   “You have a nice cock.”

“So do you.”  At least from what I can tell as he fucks into his boy.  It looks very girthy. 

“Hey, boy, do you want this man in chaps to fuck you?”

The boy has been staring at my dick since the Daddy spoke to me.

“Do you want me to take him?” he asks, wide eyed and looking up at the handsome, hairy man rutting into his hairless ass.

“You know I do.  I told you I’d find you a cock if you were good tonight.”

“Ok, but he’s got a lot of dick…”

The Daddy pulls out.  He takes his beer can cock to the boy’s mouth.  I kneel and eat out the young man’s super wet hole.  It makes me moan into his ass.  The Daddy seems pleased I am taking the time to eat the ass before I fuck it.

I stand up and slap my dick on the boy’s ball sack.  Both the boy and the Daddy watch me drool some spit on my dick.  My aim is good—it lands with a nice splat on my cock head.  I fuck it into the kid. 

He groans. 

Daddy says: “Make me proud.  Take him.”

I start slow and build.  Daddy jerks now, wanting to watch me fuck.  The kid’s head keeps turning from watching me to watching his daddy. 

“Take a turn.  I want to see you fuck some more,” I tell Daddy.  He gladly complies.  “Just let me clean your dick when you pull out.”

He grins, fucks the kid hard and then lets me clean him.  Then he does it to me after my next fuck.

“Can he breed me, Daddy?”

“Ask him.”

“I won’t shoot for a long time yet.  But find me later, and we can try…”

We fuck a little more, back and forth, but the boy needs a break.  They go off, Daddy’s arm around the shoulder’s of the blond young man…

*

At the other sling in the play area, I find a rather elfin man sitting on a chair next to it.  He smiles at me, my dick still hard and swinging as I walk towards him. It is still wet from the blond boy.   This bronzed man, slips to his knees and tastes the ass juices on my cock.  He sighs and redoubles his efforts to clean my dick.

“I watched you fuck that blondie.  Would you do me?”

“Sure.” 

He smiles again.  It’s a great one—the cliché of ‘lights up the room’ flashes through my mind.  He gets in the sling.  I kneel and eat him out.  He strokes a fairly big dick, with a wet foreskin.  My mouth goes over that, too, before it takes some of his pre-cum to his hole.

I stand up and fuck.   The man is vocal.  In a good , encouraging way.  Sometimes it’s words.  Sometimes it’s just sounds of joy.  And it rings true…it’s not bad porn noise.  He strokes his cock.  I think he may shoot at any time.  I slow down, pull out and eat his hole again.  It is extra wet now.  He groans out “Let me taste it…”

I stand up and drool some into his wide open mouth.  He swallows hungrily, as I begin to fuck once again…

“Damn…you have just made my CLAW.”   

This only makes me fuck him harder.

(More to come—including the return of the Blond Boy and his Daddy.)