Full Circle

 Indianapolis—November, 2024

 

Work, back in Indiana, had proved to be sporadic during this first week.  Just two days after my surprise free afternoon, which had sent me to my first visit to the bathhouse, it happened again.  I had nothing to do after the first two hours of the work day.  I now had my membership and I headed back into the bigger city…

 

I find myself in the small television room, watching porn from the early 2000’s.  I stroke—blatantly advertising that my cock is available.  It doesn’t take long for a man to sit opposite me, nod and then go to his knees.  He is my age or slightly older and he knows his way around a big cock.  He loves to lick my balls, too.  Even better, his deep throat is effortless.  He can hold himself there for a long time.  There is no ‘tightness’ in his throat, constricting my cock head.  We both love it.  And he keeps doing it for me.

A barrel-chested daddy with a luxurious handlebar mustache comes in and sits next to me.  He’s beefy, white and likely mid-50’s.  He watches intently.  Soon his towel tents.  He opens it and begins to openly stroke his beer can dick while watching me get blown.  My cocksucker finally calls a rest break.  I steady him as he gets up.  He promises me more later.

“He could really take that thing,” Handlebar says.

I agree, telling him how good his throat felt on my cock. 

Soon we have our hands in each other’s laps.  I bring some of his precum to my tongue.  I love the saltiness of it.  My now wet fingers smear more on his big cock head.

“If you’re going to wet it, you might as well suck it…”

I nod and go to the floor.  He seems to like what I can do with my tongue.  He is a copious precummer.  Soon, we reverse.  He is not anywhere as good as the previous man, but he’s hot and eager and seems to love the taste of my balls.  We reverse once more—and then again.  Finally, we stop, both wanting to see who else is around.

I go back to the sauna.  On my first tour around it had been empty, unlike my previous trip where it was the main play area.  Now it is has eight or nine men in it and I take the last seat on the top tier.  I sit on my towel, my cock rampant.  A young, lithe and defined Black man comes in.  He kneels on the lower bench in front of me and takes me to the root in one gulp.  Everyone in the sauna is now stroking himself or the man next to him.  The young man is good.  His tongue is active and he loves precum as much as I do.

 Finally, he pulls off me.  “You need to fuck me with this thing.”

“Where?”

“Right here!”

The men make room for me to get down.  The young man leans into someone else’s lap to suck as I kneel behind him.  He has a wonderfully full bubble butt for one so slim.  I burrow my tongue into his ass—and he stops sucking to say: “Eat my butt, daddy.  Lick it and fuck it hard!”

I will myself to stop licking and stand up.  His pucker opens easily to accommodate my cock.  I slide in.  He comes up off the dick in his mouth with a gasp of pleasure.  I bottom out.

“Hard, Daddy!”

I begin to fuck.  He loves it and in moments goes back to sucking the man in front of him.  He feels great.  His ass instinctively milks me with each stroke.

Handlebar comes in.  He stands next to me, loving what he sees.  He borrows some of my lube and greases up, ready to take a turn.  I pull out.  Yikes.  Thankfully the showers are steps away.  We both go clean up, with him apologizing profusely.

I am out of the shower quicker than he is.  I wander into the exercise area.  Handlebar has found the only other man under 35 in the place, a cute, white, blue jockstrapped cub.  He is bent over and Handlebar is fucking him hard.  He waves me over.

“Take a turn…”

I do.  The cub smiles at me and I slip inside him.  He is very wet—and not as tight as my first fuck.  I fuck him hard and fast.  Handlebar spells me.  Then it’s my turn again.

Bubble Butt, he lithe young man, joins us from his freshening up.  He bends.  I go from the Cub to going up him.  I fuck him hard, while he groans.   He is now glorious clean when I pull out.  Handlebar and I now switch off on the two young men.  Back and forth.  Until finally we all need to catch our breath.

I am corralled by a heavily tatted man around my age.  He wants to be fucked in his room.   “But don’t come in me.”  I assure him I won’t.  I fuck him bent over, feet on the floor and his tatted torso on the mattress.  I fuck him until he spews his load all over the floor…

*

I check out the steam room.  It is damp, but not warm.  I hear moaning in the back corner.  The lithe, bubble butted young man is there, sucking the cock of a man lying on the tiled bench.  That bubble butt is right in front of me.  I sink into him.  He groans and sucks harder.  The sounds of slurping and pumping ass fill the tiny space.

The man on the bench moves around, swiveling so he can sixty-nine with Bubble Butt as I fuck.  I notice for the first time that Bubble Butt has a very long, very slender dick.  I fuck him, driving that big dick down the throat of the other man.

The steam comes on.  It is suddenly oppressively hot.  We flee.

“I want more of that, Daddy…later.”

*

I find the jockstrapped cub.  He wants more, too.  We take it to the sling.  I help him in and settle down to eat his ass, really for the first time.  I’d licked it a little, but now I can give him the full treatment.  He moans and kneads the pouch of his jock.  As I stand up to fuck, Handlebar comes in.  He grins and drops his towel.  He strokes as he watches me fuck.

I pull out.  Handlebar takes my place.  The Cub groans.  I move to his side and offer my cock.  He cranes up and takes me into his mouth, his tongue working hard.  Handlebar doesn’t fuck for long.  He pulls out and moves to take my place in the Cub’s mouth and I move to the Cub’s ass, tasting the fresh juices the fuck has produced.  I stand when I’ve had my fill and fuck.  Handlebar pulls out of his mouth and strokes his own cock.

“Give it to him.  You should load him.”

I nod.  “You should. too.”

“I…I’m…close…shit, move!”

I pull out.  Handlebar fucks into the Cub’s wet butt a few strokes and explodes.  His cum is dripping out of the younger man.  He pulls out and I go to my knees.  I clean his cock—and he let’s me, even though I can tell it’s incredibly sensitive.    He finally can’t take any more and gestures for me to clean up the dripping mess in the Cub’s ass.  I felch some of the load.  I want to leave some to fuck in, but that’s no problem.  Handlebar’s cum load was huge and it’s everywhere.

I lick up an escaping drip.  I stand and push into his very slick passage.

“Feel good?” murmurs Handlebar.

I nod.  And I am suddenly really close.  I plow into him. 

“I’m gonna push that cum deeper,” I grunt.

“Shoot in me!” groans the Cub.  He can tell from my face I’m close. 

Handlebar slaps my ass.  And that does it.  I fire into the Cub.  It feels like I can’t stop.  Over and over.  More and more.

I sink to my knees and taste our mingled loads as the Cub moans.

“Here you all are.”

It’s Bubble Butt.  He sees what’s happening and in a moment that brings all our play full circle, he sticks that long, thin cock in the Cub’s cummy hole, intent to add a third load…

"Don't Piss In My Mouth. Piss In My Waders!"

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A Busy Bathhouse: Cocksuckers Galore

 Indianapolis—November, 2024

 

Three and a half weeks of no sex.  That’s a century for me.  Fortunately, with the infection, I didn’t feel like having sex until things started to ease up as the antibiotics went to work.  I was good.  I finished the pills and waited a bit to make sure things were back to normal.

By this point I was back in Indiana for the second, and longer, part of my work gig.  I had an unexpected afternoon off.  The closest bookstore was two hours away in Illinois.  The two bathhouses in Indy were much closer.  As it was the afternoon, I chose the one with the older clientele who preferred play in afternoons, too.

There was lots of construction happening at the venue, but I got a locker easily.  Somehow, I had not packed my jock, so I just went totally naked under the towel.  The sauna was packed…

 

There is just room for me on the top tier of seats, back in the corner.  There is a blow job happening in the opposite corner.  They pay me no attention as I sit and unwrap my towel.  But the guy next to me has his eyes riveted to my dick.  It is plumped, but not hard.  He nods to me and reaches for it at the same moment.  He is a man slightly older than me, a well-maintained body and with a shaved head.  I harden up in his hand.  He leans awkwardly to lick my cock head.  He hates the angle.  I am able to spread my legs enough so he can kneel in front of me.  He does—and his mouth feels wonderful.  In moments, he discreetly removes a front bridge, and I am all but in heaven.  He slurps and gurgles his pleasure as he keeps taking me to the root.

A younger, heavier, bearded man is next to me on my right.  He erects as he watches me get sucked.  He reaches and begins to jerk off the guy on his right.  I touch the bearded guy’s thigh, and then his cock.  He is juicing out his piss slit like crazy.  I slide my fingers over it all and the slick massage gets him very close, very fast.  He stops me, he doesn’t want to cum.  But he gets his guy off, the man’s semen covering his hand.  They leave quickly.

The guy on my dick comes up for air.  He tells me his room number in case I’d like more.  He leaves.  A big bear of a guy replaces him on my dick.  He tires fast, and it’s just as well, he’s not that good.  He leaves.  Another man slides down and jerks it.  There is enough spit on it still to act as lube.  “That’s a beauty,” he says as he also makes for the door.

The once full sauna is now just me and a very large, randomly tatted man.  He stands up, moves in front of me and bends.  He is every bit as good as the first guy—even with all his teeth in place.  He is on me for just a few moments, before he also goes out the door, leaving my wet cock wanting more…

*

I check the steam room.  It is barely running; it is just cool and damp.  I go out into the lower area.  No one is in the glory hole area.  Two men are watching porn at the other end of the room.  The bald man, my first suck, is suddenly at my side.  He steers me into his room.  He sits me down on the bed.  He awkwardly gets up on it to suck me.  It’s a bad angle—and we’ve lost the magic.  He asks me if I fuck.  He is nervously fingering a condom.  I get on the floor and eat his ass—but this doesn’t relax him, it just makes him more nervous.  He asks if we can meet up later.  I shrug and take off.  I never see him again.

I go to the top floor.  I watch some porn.  Three older men in quick succession take a turn on my cock.  It’s a room full of bad knees.  They each get up quickly and let the next one at me.

I wander.  A man stops me.  He’s my age, with a very full head of hair, dyed to the color of his teens.  His nipples are huge.  He takes me by the hand and guides me into the room where there is a couch and a fuck bench.  He seats me, kneels and gives me great head as I twist and pull at his nipples.

We are soon joined by another big dicked man.  He sits and strokes to us.  My sucker comes up for air, panting.  He looks at the other guy seated next to me.

“Suck his cock,” I murmur.

He looks at me, quizzically.

“I want to see you do it…”

That’s all it takes; he devours the dick next to me.  I work on one of his nipple and the man now being sucked does the other one.  Soon, Big Nipples is back on my cock.  The other man tweaks my flat and worthless left nipple, to no effect.  After another long session on my cock, with no hint of me getting off, Big Nipples stands, thanks us and leaves.  The other man takes a turn.  He’s good too.  When he’s done with me, I return the favor.  Finally, we are both ready to see who else is around.

I check the sling room.  There is a young cub in the sling (one of two men younger that 55 here this afternoon.)  The bench is pulled close and a huge pump bottle is sitting near it.  I go in.  He groans as I begin eating his ass.  I use the pump bottle he’s conveniently brought in for easy lube.  But it’s not.  I have just coated my dick with hand sanitizer left by the management.  It tingles—and not in a good way.  I go wash.  All is fine…but I don’t go back…

*

I go into the steam room.  It has just finished a cycle so it is warm and not just damp.  Action is happening in the back corner.  I sit.  A shadowy figure gives me head.  Then he stands up and sticks his drooling dick in my mouth.  I love the how totally anonymous we are.  As I’m sucking, I feel a third man go down on me.

The door opens and the two of them leave instantly.  The new man doesn’t even venture into the back.  I sit and wait for a moment and then go dry off in the sauna. 

I am close to my three-hour time limit and the crowd is thinning fast.  When I’m dry, I check the glory hole area.  The moment I step into it, a short fat cock appears in the hole.  I don’t even need to kneel, as the feeding side is elevated, it is right there for my mouth.  I take in every inch I can get.  My tongue swirls around the thick head and in moments the guy is groaning as his cock spurts out his load.  

I hear him leave and step out.  There is the big, randomly tatted guy.  He nods at me and heads to his room.  I follow, assuming he wants my load.  I am several steps behind him and I find him on the bed, his cock throbbing.  He has obviously heard (or watched) that man give me his load.   I just go for it, kneeling on the bed and stroking my own.  The man has huge balls.  I can’t fit them both in one hand.  I start there, licking and slightly squeezing them.  He loves this.  My hand moves to where they are attached—I can just fit my hand around them there.  I squeeze and he drools precum.  I lick it up and take his dick in my mouth.  I slide up and down on his shaft, while squeezing his balls sack.  He is working his nipples and moaning.  I change it up slightly.  I begin a more forceful up and down on his cock and slap his ball sack into my chin as I reach the root of his shaft.

“Fuck, yes!”

I keep doing it.  Harder.  The sound fills the tiny room.  And in moments he is convulsing, spewing seed into my mouth.  The second he is done, I grab my cock and shoot a massive load that covers his huge balls, coating every inch of them…

A Health Update--Go Get Tested!

 Northwest Indiana and Home—October, 2024

 

It was three days after the Fornication Party (and just three days until I was headed home) that I realized something was going on in my urinary tract.  It seemed too soon for me to see symptoms from anything I might have caught at Fornication, as bacterial infections usually show a week to ten days after exposure.  And this was different.

Over my checkered sexual history, I have had a sampling of the big three:  syphilis, gonorrhea and chlamydia (but honestly, not as often as you would think with how active I am.)  There was no burn when I pissed or that feeling of razor blades in the urethra.  There was no yellow/greenish discharge or any of the symptoms of syph.  

I went to piss again.  That was the first symptom.  I was needing to piss every 50 minutes—and it had to be the moment the feeling started—I could not hold off.  And there was pressure before the flow started.  Almost as if the piss had to fight to get through a build-up of something in the tract to get out.  It ached after I was done—not a sharp pain—just very dull.  It even made my balls hurt.  I looked in the bowl.  The little piss that came was totally white.

I thought back—I had had the white piss before, but without the pressure/ache.  It was likely a non-specific infection; the whiteness being caused by all those white blood cells trying to fight it.  I had little time with my work schedule down here to fix it—and frankly wasn’t eager to find a clinic out of state.  I waited until I got home.  But I got home on Saturday and the County Health Department (where I go for all my testing) wasn’t open until Monday.  I called the moment they opened…and they still couldn’t see me until Wednesday.  A week after the symptoms had started.

I had the whole battery of tests.  The head nurse agreed with my likely diagnosis, but she wanted to know exactly what it was so she could prescribe the best antibiotic.   She thought she would have the answer on Friday.

She didn’t.  Late Monday she called me.   Test results were finally in.  I was negative for HIV, for syph, for gono, for chlamydia, for trichomonas and hepatitis.  I did indeed have an odd urinary tract infection, likely picked up from feces in someone’s ass.  She sent off the prescription to my pharmacy.

I could feel relief by the second pill.  I finished up the bottle in a week.  Relief.  And back to normal.

Why tell you, my readers, all this?  Well, two things.  It will certainly impact my writing here as I have nothing to relate since Fornication.  (But I will take care of that as soon as this is published…)

The other reason is to help fight that stigma about STI’s.  They are a fact of life if you bareback.  Get tested.  I love the County Health Department as those folks have seen it all.  There was no judgement.  They want what you want—to get it taken care of…

I test regularly.  If you play around, test.  Even the basic STI’s can be there with little or no symptoms.  For yourself and your partners!

Fornication Party Part Three: So Much Cum

 

The revised poster with the actual group of men.

Chicago—October, 2024

It is now the third hour of the Fornication Party.  The mood of the night has changed from playful sport fucking to a more intense vibe—the guys are looking to get off and go home.  I finally stumble across Luke Morrison and watch him power fuck a man who is in a state of absolute bliss.  We nod at each other, and I slip into a man waiting in the sling next door.  Jake Mitchell has been easier to spot all night, as there is always a crowd around him.  As both men are all top (at least for this party) there is not much more I can do with either of them.

I pay attention to the man I’m inside.  He is kneading his cock under the designer jock he’s wearing.  Soon, the guy asks to take a break.  I help him out of the sling.  He hugs me and tells me he’s always up for a load.  I wander the room.   I witness one of the young tops who I’d seen with Dirk, get off inside the hot young man with whom I started the night.

I wander more. I watch Robbie Prescott finish up on a man in yet another sling.  He looks a little winded, but elated.  “Maybe it’s time for you to get in the sling,” I tell him.

He agrees and hops into it, his feet up on the chains.  “I have been doing so much topping tonight…” the sentence ends in a moan, for I have stuck my tongue in his hole.  He starts to jerk his cock, but then decides to give it a well-earned rest.  He moans again and tells me how good my tongue feels.  I can tell his hole has been used tonight, but nothing like how stretched it was when I first had him during the amateur shoot this summer.  I stand up and push my dripping dick into him.  He grunts out his appreciation.  I hold a moment and begin to fuck.  Our eyes lock.  His face registers every thrust.  And he is loving every stroke.  I reach down and finger the bead of precum off his dick slit.  I bring it up to my mouth and lick my finger.  Then I pull out and tongue his ass once more.  He is self-lubing like crazy.  I lick and spit before standing up to fuck once again.

Three men watch us now, each jerking his dick.  Robbie’s gaze is so focused on my own, none of them try to add into our moment.  I realize I could cum.  But I don’t want to do it just yet.  I slow down, pull out and clean up his hole with my tongue before I tell him he has guys waiting for him.  I move off—and he gets the first of the three into the sling.

Keshawn finds me.  He bends on the ledge where we’d had the threeway.  I kneel and all but smash my face into that full butt.  My tongue finds cum dripping out of his hole.  I idly wonder if he knows he he’s loaded.  I spit some back in, stand up and slide in.  His hole is so slippery with other men’s juices.  Considering I was almost ready to shoot in Robbie, I have to really work not to shoot in Keshawn.  I froth the jizz inside him so it forms a ring around his hole.  I stop fucking and clean it up.  He moves away very happy…

I watch Robbie continue to go through the men who were waiting and watching us fuck.  But then I’m distracted by a guy who is on all fours on a single bed-type set up.  He is being ravished by a top in his early 40’s.  The top groans—I can’t tell if it’s a cum shot or not.  I move closer.  The guy pulls out of the man on all fours and slaps his butt cheek in satisfaction.

I’m right there as the top moves on.  I kneel and lick this unknown man’s ass.  He groans and calls me a pig.  I stand up and slide into him.  He’s loaded.  I squish on entry.  Having cum in his ass would be great on its own—but this guy has great skills.  He squeezes on every stroke.  His ass is in constant conversation with my dick.  I keep building speed and force.  At one moment I actually bang his head into the wall.  I pull out and he spins around to clean my cock.  He loves the combo of cum and ass jizz as much as I did. 

I tell him I love his ass.  He is a trim white guy in his early 50’s.  I’d take money that he also takes fist.  He flips onto his back, his legs shooting up in the air.  I move in and find his heels on my shoulders. He is instantly milking my dick from the moment I begin fucking him again.  I am enjoying this a lot.  A bystander plays with the guy’s dick, trying to get him hard.  But I know that he couldn’t care less about his cock—it’s all about his ass.  And he is really working me.

“Flip back,” I tell him.

He goes to all fours.  I lick up the juices dripping out of his butt.  I plow into him again, my cock still coated with what other men have shot up his ass.  I fuck.  This might be the hole I breed.

He turns his head, so he can sort of see me.  “Haven’t I seen you piss fuck guys at Waterbuddies?” he pants out.

I nod.

“Give me some piss if you have it…”

I slow down the thrusting.  I’m not sure how full my bladder is at this point.  I stop altogether, thinking I can give him a little.  It begins to flow.  He groans.  “So full…” he reaches for his soft cock.  I stop pissing but fuck in what I’ve delivered.  He groans, tightens his ass…and shoots all over the mattress.

I slap his ass.  Behind me, Robbie is done with the third man who was watching us.

I move to him.  “You want my load?”

“Hell, yeah!”  He jumps in the sling.

I eat his butt once more.  I love the contrast between his younger flesh and the ass of the hot older man I’d just piss fucked.  I can never get too much variety.  My tongue goes deep into Robbie.  He’s jerking himself this time.  I stand up and work my cock into him.  He squeezes down for the briefest moment and then lets every inch fill him up. 

I look at him.  He matches my gaze.  “Give it to me,” he murmurs.

I begin to fuck him.

Hard.

“Fuck!” I groan out.  “So close…”

“Give me more of your cum!”

I love that he remembers I bred him in Tennessee during the shoot.  It makes my cock drool—I can actually feel my flared head get bigger and ooze into him.

“Breed him!” says a hot Black man who’s watching us—a guy who’s taken a ton of dick himself tonight.  “Give him what he wants.”

“You want my load?”  My voice is softer—and I’m looking right into Robbie’s face.

“You know I do.”  He groans as I go particularly deep.  “Give it to me…”

And I do.  Spurt after spurt.  I hang onto the top of the sling frame for balance.  I stay that way for a long moment.  I go to my knees and carefully lick up any stray cum my cock has pulled out.  I get him out of the sling and give him a long hug before starting to wend my way to the clothes check at the other end of the room.

“So how was it?”  It’s Ray Dalton, wrapping his arms around me and looking me square in the face.  I tell him it was a really great night.  I get my clothes and start getting dressed.  Keshawn sees me and says goodbye with a long hug—he’s staying right up until the final moments of the event.

I tie my boots and fish out a tip for the hot coat check guy.  I go over and push it into the tip jar.

He thanks me and says he’d seen me in action on his break. “How does it feel to have everyone want your cock?”

I smile and tell him it feels pretty damn good…

*

Here is the link to the website for the Fornication Party so you can get on the mailing list or find the party nearest to you:  Fornication Party

The Pornsters I Played with at the Chicago Fornication Party

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Fornication Party Part Two: Hole after Hole

 (L to R) Ray Dalton, Robbie Prescott, Dirk Caber, Jake Mitchell.  Luke Morrison arrived later.

 

Chicago—October, 2024

(This continues right where we left off.)

After a second cleaning of Keshawn’s ass jizz off my cock by the hungry pig, I wandered.  I got more water.  But I was drawn back to the back corner where so much of the action was taking place.  Robbie Prescott was fucking countless men with his long, thin cock.  His latest, a large guy I had met before we entered, was on all fours and blissing out from Robbie’s assault on his ass.  Robbie smiled at me as I passed, not missing a beat.

“Daddy…”

In the shadows is a 30-ish white guy.  He kneels the moment he sees me and my semi-hardon.  His chest is hairy and he has a shiny silver cock cage strapped in place.  (It is Locktober, after all.)  “May I suck you?”

I don’t even nod, I just get my balls out of the jock pouch.  He makes me instantly harden up with his inquisitive tongue all over my cock.  “You taste so good, Sir,” he says, coming up for air.

“Let me taste your ass…”

We are right next to a homemade fuck bench.  He clambers up on it, panting a little in anticipation.  I sink to my knees and push my face into his furry butt.  I connect with his hole.  He hasn’t had anyone in him tonight.  Yet.  I slobber and spit and push it deep inside him.  His cock is dripping copiously.  My hand catches some.  I smear it on his hairy hole and lick it off.  He groans.

“Be gentle…” he murmurs as I stand up.  My cock slaps his right butt cheek.  I work carefully into him.  His hole flowers open and sucks me in.  He gasps.  “So good…”

I hold and begin to fuck.  Slow and easy.  Building.  Constantly. To a hard driving tempo.  I only slow down when the bench begins to rock.  Eventually, I pull out.  He moves quickly to taste his ass on my cock.  He does it so well, I give him a second fuck…

*

My cock is impaled in a man who likely weighs twice what I do.  I suspect he is a fistee, for his hole is working my cock like crazy.  He is in a sling.  I begin fucking harder, rocking the whole frame.  Then I stand still and let the sling sway back and forth, fucking his ass onto my cock as it acts like a pendulum.  His friend is there, too, working the man’s massive nipples.  He twists and pulls on them as I fuck.

“Try his dick…” says the guy in the sling to his friend.  They change places and I do it all again on a different, not quite as talented, ass…

*

I wander.  I find three men I have seen topping all night ringing a sling in an area where it is a little lighter.  Dirk Caber is in the sling.  A young man, is fucking him.  Dirk is moaning, his eyes locked on the guy’s face.  The young man finally stops., thanking Dirk.

A slightly older guy is up next.  He fucks Dirk with real need.  In moments, he is spurting his jizz into the man we all know he has jacked off to so often.  He thanks Dirk profusely.  The third guy fucks him for a bit, churning the load. 

I am waiting my turn.  I move in as the guy pulls out.  “Don’t waste the jizz,” I tell him and quickly clean his cock.  I spin around and begin tonguing Dirk’s used ass.  He moans.  Some men arrive to watch me rim and felch the porn star.  Eventually, I drool a mouthful down to my dick, stand up and slide in.  Dirk’s eyes grow wide at my girth.  I mention to him we’ve fucked before, at the Fornication that was held at Steamworks.  I honestly doubt he remembers me, but there is perhaps a flicker of recognition as my cock pounds deeply into him.

A crowd is gathering—and more men want a turn.  I go down on him one last time—cleaning him up for the next cock…

*

I pass Robbie, still topping, on the way back to the back corner.  I tell him to come find me if he gets a load in his ass.  His eyes light up and says he will.

I find the cub who has now taken off the cock cage.  He is sporting a long, beautiful dick.  I surprise him by going down on it for a moment.  Once I have some precum on my tongue, I have him turn around.  I work it into his ass.  He grabs the edge of a table and bends, thrusting his ass in my face.  I smear his precum deep in his hole.  He’s found some other cock since I was here; his hole is now much more stretched—with slightly puffy ass lips.  I spend a lot of time, getting each of them in my mouth.

The cub is begging to be fucked.  I stand up and give it to him.  He holds on and takes my pounding.  One of the tops who did Dirk, comes by.  I gesture he should take a turn.  He does.  The cub loves this as he’s now bent, cleaning my cock as he is fucked by the new guy.  Then we switch holes and do it all again…

*

A hot Latino can’t take his eyes off my dick.  He’s late 30’s and fit.  He leads me to the back wall, where a there is high platform, just the right height to bend and rest your chest on.  He does.  “Lick my hole like you do others.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice.  I kneel and eat out his well-used hole.  He groans and calls me a dirty pig.  This only make me work harder, getting every millimeter of his chute wet for my cock.

I stand up and slip in.  He grabs the support, his knuckles white.  “Big cock, Gramps…” he moans.

Oh, to be a Daddy again…

A guy wanders by and stops.  He jerks.  I tell him to stick it in the Latino’s mouth.  He does.  It’s not a huge dick, but a good size.  It makes the Latino gag repeatedly, much to our delight.

“You want a turn in his ass?”

“Sure.”

We change.  The Latino is yet another hungry bottom who can’t get enough of the taste of his own hole on a dick.  The guy fucks him hard, stopping only with a “I don’t want to cum yet!” and takes off.  I go back, eat out the newly fucked ass, and slip in again.

Keshawn arrives.  He sticks that monster cock of his in the Latino’s mouth.  The guy loves the challenge, trying to take more and more of it inside him.  I slam into him a little harder, hoping to drive his whole body onto Keshawn’s dick.

“You need to fuck him.”

Keshawn nods.

“You want that big dick in your ass?” I grate out as I pull out of him.

“Please…”

Keshawn greases up and slides in.  It’s a stretch, but the guy takes him more easily than I would have guessed.  He is open mouthed, waiting to take me there.  But I have other plans.  I kneel and let Keshawn fuck into him and back onto my tongue.  He knows just what I’m doing and slows his fuck speed a little to help.  I get his well-used hole wet again and stand up.  I sip inside him.  He groans.  The Latino knows just what’s happening now.  He moans, too.  For Keshawn picks up the pace.  I stand still letting him fuck into the guy on his thrust and impale himself on his backstroke.  Over and over.

Keshawn finally slows down and the Latino pulls off him, going to his knees between us, cleaning both cocks that opened up his hole so deeply…

 

(One more post to come…)