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You Want to Lick my Hole, Don’t You?

 Indianapolis—December, 2024

Friday afternoons at the bathhouse had been great.  This one, mid-month, proved to be just as good…

 

It is cramped in the sauna.  But two men eagerly move apart and offer me the seat between them.  I sit and flop my towel open.  Both men gape at my hardening cock.  They look at each other, back at my dick and then at each other again.

“You want to go first?”

“You can…”

“Thanks…”

And the guy on my left moves in front of me and begins to suck.  The other man strokes himself with one hand and rubs my chest with the other.  Other men, watching us, begin to couple up.  My sucker is not particularly attractive, but he has a mouth that is incredible.  I am dripping precum almost instantly.

“Let me,” says the other guy.  They change places.  He is almost as good.  I idly stroke the tiny erection of the first man, who sits back in place.  Stroke isn’t exactly the right word, as there is very little shaft to wrap my fingers around.  I just smear his juices around the wet head of his cock with two fingers.  He grabs my hand, licks the fingers clean and releases me to rub it some more.

Across from us a man gets off in someone’s mouth.  Noisily.  My sucker stops, turns and goes to investigate.  This let’s the better sucker do round two.  He sucks me until he overheats.

I need to cool down, too.  I wander.  I find a dark figure in the sucker side of the slurp ramp.  We trade off on some cocksucking.  I never see him, he purposely stays in the darkest corner, whether he is giving or receiving.  I know he’s decently hung and hairy.  But that’s about all. 

I go up to the top floor and sit in the bigger TV room.  I find a distinguished looking white man, sitting in the low chair, jerking to the porn and waiting for a helping hand.  I give him my mouth instead.  He moans and tells me he loves my tongue.  I lick and suck for a good five minutes.  Finally, he asks me to stop as he doesn’t want to lose his load yet.

I sit on the back bench behind him and stroke to the porn.  A cocksucker comes in.  He sucks me first.  Then the guy in the chair.  A very hot younger white man, maybe 40, comes in.  He has a long, but stylish, beard.  His chest hair has to trimmed as it looks too perfect with little tufts of it right where it should be—and a vast acreage of dark curly hair between his nipples and down to his belly button.  He moves to me and drops his towel.  He has a bigger cock the curves upward.

“Suck me, daddy.”

I do.  I worry with upward curves about my teeth and how tight the dick can feel in my throat.  But he’s loving it.  He finally pulls me to my feet.  He focuses on my dick, swollen and dripping, for the first time.  I think we are about to reverse.

“Well, fuck, Daddy.  That cock needs to be in my ass.” 

I shrug and tell him to turn around.  He does.  He bends, holding onto the built-in bench where I was sitting.  His ass is firm and round.  And hairy.  I dive in, tonguing his hole and luxuriating with the feel of the tight curls of hair on my cheeks.  He groans now, telling me to get his hole wet.  This excites the guy in the chair, too.  He turns and watches us instead of the porn.  I spit one last time on his pucker.  I stand up and my lubed cock pushes at his tight starfish.  I slide in easily as he gasps—and takes a hit of poppers.  I wait.  They hit.  His hole relaxes and I fuck.  Hard.  He eggs me on, telling me to rearrange his guts.

“Fuck, you’re big.”

“You can take it.”

“Every inch…”

He grabs his own curved cock.  He strokes it two times and erupts with a massive load all over the floor.

I pull out.  My cock is dirty.  He’s all apologies, as I go to wash and he mops up the floor with his towel…

*

I sit back in the big TV room.  Alone.  I was pretty sure I’d be breeding the bearded guy, but now I sit and stroke, waiting.  A naked man comes in wearing a puppy mask.  It’s the mixed-race guy with the dyed hair—the one who loves to take cock at both ends and who I finally bred here in this room.  I know it’s him, though I cannot see his face at all.  He kneels in front of me.  The mask is raised enough for him to suck my cock.  Soon, he overheats with it on and rips it off.  Now he can really devour my dick.  He makes himself gag on me.  Over and over.  The deep throat spittle is used to coat my balls.  He has remembered how much I love having them licked.  When they are good and sloppy, I tell him I want to fuck him.  He bends, holding the ledge.  My wet ball sack smacks his ass on every stroke, filling the room.

I pull out.  He spins and cleans my cock.  I sit on the edge of the ledge and let him do it.  He pulls the sack up.  He licks the cock ring, worming his tongue between them—just as I taught him.  And then a little lower on the perineum, and back up again to the ring.  And down.  A little farther.  His tongue brushes my tight pucker, though it’s an awkward position.  Once more, he hits it before tonguing up to the balls.

“You want to lick my hole, don’t you?” I murmur.

His eyes lock mine and he nods.

“Say it…”

“I really want to taste your ass, Sir.”

This is new for us.  I roll back, braced against the wall.  He adjusts my butt and tentatively licks across my pucker.  He moans.  He does it again.  And again, this time his tongue lingering.  It hardens—and he burrows into me.  He is breathing heavily, the more he rims me.  I actually wonder if he’s cumming while doing it.

“Now kiss me.”  I roll forward and we kiss.  I taste my hole on his tongue.  When I pull out of it, he melts into a lump of sprawling arms and legs.  “I need to fuck you.”  He comes back to life and presents his ass.  I fuck him hard.

“Let’s go to the bench,” I suggest.

We do.  We even find a man to face fuck him as I plow his hole again.

And suddenly, I shoot.  But it’s that ‘release of semen’ kind of shooting I’m doing in the last few years—there is no real euphoric feeling with it.  And I stay hard.  I churn my cum in his hole.  I go my knees and eat some out.  I save it in my mouth and bring it to his head.  He cranes up to taste my load (though the other guy takes off—this is too much for him.)  We snow ball my cum.  He swallows.

I fuck a little more.  This time he cleans the load off my cock.

We go down to his room.  I sit on the bed, thinking he wants to ride me.  But instead, he pushes me back so my ass is available for his tongue.  He invades me.  Fucking me with his hard, pointed tongue.  I stroke my dick.

“I want you to shoot again,” he tells me when he stops to gasp for air.

It feels great.  And is so unexpected, I think I will do it for him.

He goes back to licking the length of my hairy crack.  And then starts drilling of my hole once more.  Slobbering vast amounts of spittle as he does it.

“Oh, fuck…FUCK!”

I shoot.  All over my chest.  He stands up and begins using that same tongue to clean up every drop of semen…

Traveling Home

 

As this piece self-posts, I should be halfway home to Michigan.  My work gig in Indiana is over.  I will miss several men I met here on my frequent trips to the bathhouse.  But it will be good to sleep in my own bed and fuck at my own sling.

I will attempt a post on Tuesday, before I travel to family on the 25^th.

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A Day Off From the Keyboard

I know I should be writing, but it’s a busy day here in Indiana.   If you could be in this group, which person would you be?  So many to choose from...

 

I will say that the last post of my breeding the hot young man took off like crazy.  The first day, it doubled the usual number of hits to the blog.  Yesterday it received five times the number of hits.  Today it is already at three times the number of daily visitors. 

I guess you liked it…

"I Really Want to Breed You This Time..."

 Indianapolis—December, 2024

 

I had the afternoon off on the first Friday of the month.  Last week, Friday had been a very good day at the baths.  I packed a lunch for the drive home and got there right at noon.  I wasn’t disappointed…

 

I am in the sauna, on the top bench.  It is filled with men.  Often that can mean no one touches anyone else until it thins out.  Not today.  Hand jobs and blow jobs are happening with various pairs of men.  A pot-bellied guy, wearing a fishing hat, is on me first.  He’s adequate, but gives up fast when I don’t shoot in four minutes.  The man next to me, around my age and just as thin, goes down on me from the side.  He likes my cock so much he moves to the lower bench for a better angle.  He stops when he overheats.

The men are leaving the sauna.  The word is that the steam room has been fixed and is up and running.  I go in, leaving my towel behind on a hook.  There are maybe ten of us in here, I can’t quite tell.  I have come in at the end of a cycle of steam, so I only see shadowy figures.  I sit for a moment by the door, as it’s too crowded to get around the corner to the back.  The steam kicks in.  Hands are everywhere.  At least three men are stroking my chest, my cock and my thighs.  Now heads emerge from the steam.  One licks my nipples and another sucks my cock.  It is wonderfully anonymous; I couldn’t possibly tell who is licking me.  And I don’t care. 

A hand comes out of the steam.  It might be the guy who was licking my nipples—but I can’t tell.  His hand goes to the back of my head and he pulls me towards his rampant cock.  I swallow him.  He gasps.  The anonymous man on my cock pulls off it as I am now bent forward.  But another man—or maybe it’s him—crawls on the floor to come up to lick my balls, then my cock.  For a brief moment I have a man on my dick, a dick in my mouth, a cock in my left hand and another one slapping my shoulder.

And just as fast, they are gone into the swirling mists of steam…

*

I am up in the big TV room, after dying myself off in the sauna.  It is almost as active.  I sit and a series of three men come along and try out my cock.  None of them expect a load.  I barely have time to stroke between mouths.  The best one does my balls as well.

A very handsome man with a long, thin dick is sitting in the chair.  He has gotten as much attention as I have.  Suddenly, we are the only two left in the room.   I get up and kneel in front of him.  His long dick goes deep.  I am very happy to be the sucker for a bit.  He seems to like what I’m doing; he keeps rubbing my head in encouragement.

The door opens.  A larger man with a shaved head, who I have sucked off in previous visits, comes in.  He watches—and soon he is in the handsome man’s mouth (the first time I’d seen this handsome guy suck.)  Soon the large guy and I trade—he kneels and the handsome man gets a taste of me.  For at least 20 minutes, we have a round robin of sucking cock.  Occasionally, we welcome a fourth cock into our suckfest, but they rarely stay long.  The three of us are totally into each other.  Just once, I thought I was going to get a load out of long and thin, but I don’t. We are all there just for the pleasure, not the release.

When we finally need to give our knees a break, I take a tour of the rooms on that floor.  Only one has an open door.  An incredibly hot ass is on display.  I go in, kneel and pull apart the dark chocolate-colored cheeks.  He gasps as my tongue burrows into him.  I poke and prod and lick his hole open.  I stand up and grease up my cock.  My cock head touches his now wet hole.

“No!  Fingers first!” he demands.  He’s more than ready for my cock, but I do what he says.  First one, then two.  He groans as a third goes into him.

“Now your dick,” he instructs.  I work it in easily.  But he tells me to go slow.  “A little at a time,” he moans.  His ass has opened so easily he has swallowed me to the root on the first stroke.  I say nothing; I just stand still.  Finally, I grind my pubes against his butt cheeks, as if I’d just gotten there. 

I begin to stroke, slow and easy.  “Slower!”  That would be not moving at all.  So I stop.  I am finally given the go ahead, but he is bent on walking me through how to fuck.  I speed up a little. But that is too much.  I finally just pull out, slap his gorgeous ass and leave.

I tour the facility once more.  It is beginning to clear now that it is almost 2 pm.  I look for either of the cocksuckers I’d played with for so long, but they are gone.  I go down to the wet area.  The mixed-race guy with the dyed hair is in the shower.  His eyes light up as he sees me. 

“You up for a fuck?” I ask. 

“Always for you.”

My ego preens just a little.  We agree to meet upstairs in the big TV room as soon as he’s done.

I go up.  He joins me very fast, still slightly damp.  I sit in the chair that is low to the floor.  He sprawls out in front of me, sucking me cock effortlessly.  He does my balls.  He instinctively knows that tongue-between-ball-sack-and-cockring trick that I normally have to tell men about.  My cock is juicing like crazy as he does it.  His tongue mops me up—and he goes back to doing it a little more, this time licking my perineum, too.

“Please fuck me!”

We change places.  His knees are on the arms of the chair, spreading his ass wide open. I lick him.  Hard and demanding.  He keeps begging for my cock.  But he loves my tongue.  He gets hard as I eat his hole—but he refuses to touch himself.  I squeeze some precum out of him and mop it on his fuckhole.  He groans.  “Please, Daddy…”

I stand up and sink into him.  He feels great.  And he lets me fuck him the way I want.  Today it’s hard and fast.  I have never loaded him—and I want him to take the seed I’ve been building up from my cumless visits this past week.

“Your cock feels so good.  Even bigger…”

That makes the head swell some more.  I pull out and eat his hole once more.  Now he can’t help himself, he begins to jerk his dick.  I do a final spit on his pucker and drill into him again.

“You want my load, man?”

“Oh, fuck…”

“Do you?”

“I’ve always wanted it.”

I fuck harder.  And faster.

“I really want to breed you this time…”

“Do it!”

And that does it.  My cock swells even more and I begin to fire a massive load into him.  The load I’ve not shot all week.  I fire off spurt after spurt.  His body trembles.  I know I have given him an assgasm.   I hold onto him, even tighter, as my last drops of cum dribble into him.

I don’t move.  I can’t.

But I do.  Eventually.  I pull out.  He swivels around and cleans my dick.  I felch just a little—grabbing the cum trying to escape his ass.  I come around to his head and we kiss, sharing the cum I’ve just collected.

We break.  Both panting.

“I swear I could feel every spurt,” he breathes.

“That was just what I needed,” I murmur.

“You can breed my hole anytime…”