A Bookstore Summer: Voyeur and Cum Eater

Near Home—June, 2015

There was one last trip to the bookstore in the last days of June.   It was a slow night—but an intriguing one for the voyeur in me.  It’s no secret that many of the men and women who go there to lend out their girlfriends/wives are not very attractive.  You occasionally get pretty, but rarely beautiful.  But tonight was the exception to prove that rule.  A man and woman came in—both stunning.  He looked like he might have been playing softball with his league and she’d been in the stands.  He had short blond hair, and an unruly hairy chest like you used to see all the time when I was a kid.  His cock was thick, not long.  She was stunning:  tall, long legs that went on for days, smallish breasts (but beautifully shaped) and long brunette hair.

For the longest time I was their only audience.  They were stripped naked and delighted to show off.  There was endless oral as they flipped back and forth, first one, then the other down on their knees, with the partner in a chair.  I stroked—and might as well have been in Kankakee for how much attention they paid to me.

On about the third flip around, the door opened and a real blue collar type walked in.  The moment he sat down and pulled out a respectable sized cock, the man started to fuck—with all eyes on the new arrival.  Soon Mr. Laborer was invited to stroke her breasts as the husband fucked.  Then he was allowed lick the breasts, then invited to tongue her.  The added guy paused.  I could see the wheels turning.  He wanted to eat her out, but that guy’s cock had just been there….and to his credit, he knelt and buried his face in her.  Finally he was allowed to fuck her.  Cum went in her mouth for both of them.  And they all left together.

I have to say I was totally boned from this private porn performance.

My notes for the evening talk all about the above and conclude with “Sucked the small dick of the large man.  Exploded on soft dicked guy and he shot.”   But I cannot picture any of them, my retinas having been singed by the beautiful couple.

Near Home—July, 2015

It was a full two weeks later.  Yes, you read that right.  I’d had no sex of any kind for two weeks.  Not even time (or energy) to wank.

I was restless.  Not much of a crowd on a hot, airless summer night.  I walked back into the gay theatre… 

The hot Hispanic man, who likes me to eat his ass, is getting head.  I have to look twice.  The naked guy giving the blow job is the tall, thin top who had sucked me and then fucked my face last month.  Just my walking in makes them stop, but the Hispanic, pulling out of his mouth, starts to shoot.   I move in and get most of it on my tongue.  I shrug at the thin top—who, it seems, didn’t want the load anyway. 

The Hispanic does up his pants and gets out of there.  I’m left with a naked man and his long, thin dick.  I take mine out and offer it to the top.  I so need someone to touch my cock.

His response is to point to the floor between his spread legs.  I kneel and take his wet dick into my mouth.  Instantly he becomes aggressive.  Not content with my mouth speed, he fucks up into my throat.  He almost makes me gag, but he’s thin enough that I don’t.  He’s decided he’s boss again tonight.  He fucks my face.  Harder and harder.

He slows.  I move to get up.  I need him to touch my cock.  And suddenly his naked heels are on my shoulders, forcing me back down.  His hands hold my head in place.

He’s right there—and I’d had no clue.  He fucks a huge load into my mouth.

And, without touching myself, I blast onto the floor under his chair.

A House Full of Men

Northwest Indiana—June, 2015

The only other non-bookstore sex I had in June was at a house party.  These are the parties I’ve reported on in the past, which are held once a month in the summer and early autumn.  The last entry I wrote about this group set the scene quite well:  “I am back at the house party where the host lets men play all over his home.  He has various couches and sofa beds scattered around the house.  A guest room bed is available upstairs.  Downstairs in the finished basement is a bar, two gloryholes tucked under the stairway, and a dark area.  Porn is playing in two locations.  One is on the lower level where it is projected on a wall in a room crowded with oversized couches.  The other is on the living room television which sits in front of a good sofa swathed in old towels to protect it.”

This was the first gathering of the year.  He can get anywhere from 30 to 100 men.  I was expecting big crowds. 

I am just zipping my clothes into my gym bag, when Ryan—my friend and fellow blogger—appears from around the corner to the upstairs bedrooms.  He reports nothing is happening upstairs yet.  We head down to the dark room—catching up on our sexual escapades as we go.  We pass a tall, long-haired man wearing a white jock.  His tanned ass juts out as he leans over at the bar, waiting to get his drink.  Ryan assures me the ass is as great as it looks—he’s a regular at a bookstore near Ryan’s home.  We watch the porn projected on the wall—life size.  It’s a TIM gangbang.  A few other men are there, stroking to it.  It certainly makes my cock swell, as I watch some pig in the movie licking up the load running out of the chosen bottom’s hole.

We move to the dark room.  One guy is there.  And on his knees.  I can’t see who it is—and I don’t care—I just want him to get me hard.  I push my mound of jockstrapped cock into his face.  He grunts in pleasure and I’m soon in his mouth.  Ryan is stroking, watching the man blow me.

And in walks the longhaired man in the white jock.  He and Ryan connect instantly.  One minute I’m holding on to the head of my cocksucker as I scull fuck him, and when I next look back over at Ryan, he has the man on all fours on the floor.  Ryan is fucking him hard and deep.  The long haired one is panting as if he is running a hard mile.  I look back at my partner.  I can now see the man who is sucking me.  He’s young and cubbish—and I’m soon to learn—the boy of Harley.

Harley comes into the dark room.  He’s a top I’ve shared a lot of ass with in this room.  He is likely in his early 40’s, stocky, with a scraggly goatee and a couple of random tattoos—a man who looks like he has just parked his bike outside.

“I see you’ve met my boy,” he says to me.   He slaps his smaller dick on the bridge of the nose of the man sucking me.  He instantly leaves me behind and sucks his Master.  I stay where I am, but watch Ryan fuck.  Soon the Cub is back on my cock.  Harley and I take turns with his mouth—then Harley moves around and fucks him.  We spit roast him until Ryan stops fucking.  Harley pulls out of his boy and shoves his cock into the longhaired man who hasn’t moved off the floor.

“You fuck my Cub,” Harley tells me.  I don’t wait to be told twice.  I move around, lick at the well fucked hole and then push my wet dick into him.

“Oh, fuck,” the longhaired guy moans.  “I want you to all fuck me.”

Ryan goes back up him when Harley pulls out.

To my surprise, the Cub fucks the longhaired guy next.

And then me.

“Fuck,” he mutters into the carpet as I bottom out in him.  I fuck for a moment—but know almost instantly I have gone deeper than any of the others—and with the predictable results.  Yup.  I whisper to him what’s up and go to the bathroom to wash—as he does the same upstairs.  (He must not have been able to get clean—for we never see the pig again…)

When I get out of the bathroom, the dark room is empty.  I make the grand tour and settle down for some cock sucking of a Daddy watching porn in the living room.

*****

A young Latino top is on his knees in the back bathroom.  I have let him close the door.  He doesn’t want anyone to know he loves to suck big cock.  I have been on his big, uncut dick, but he can’t stay hard when I’m sucking.  He needs to be on the floor and groveling in front of me.  I have watched him fuck two different men—a hot tatted boy with a condom and the Cub bare.  But after I was done with the tatted myself—he pulled me into this secluded spot.

I wish he was a better sucker—but knowing this is not something he does often, it makes it hot enough for me to put up with an occasional tooth scraping.  I hold his head still. I fuck his mouth.  He chokes a little, but doesn’t pull away.

Then I hear why—the splat of his load all over my boot.  I pull him up, kneel and clean the cum underneath his foreskin.  He lets me.  Just.  The moment I let go of his dick, he bolts.

I go back to the bed room and fuck the cute tatted boy again.  Squeezing into a Magnum.

*****

An hour or so later.  Ryan has left---I have no idea if he got off.  I find Harley and his boy in the dark area.  Harley has him bent over and is fucking him again.

“You want some of this?” Harley asks me.

I nod.

He pulls out and I insert.  He’s wet and sloppy now.

“Ok for me to load him?”

“Do you want his load, boy?”

“Yes, sir.  If you want me to take it.”

“I do.  I want to fuck in it.”

With that exchange, I thrust harder.  It doesn’t take me long to give him the load that has been building for three hours.

Meeting (and Filling) Derrick's Boy

West Michigan—June, 2015

Our schedules had meshed easier and faster than I thought possible.  I was back at the huge house in the woods to meet Derrick’s boy.  Derrick, all 6’7” of him, let me in and took me into a glass alcove in the great room on the main floor.  We sat—he opened a foreign beer while I sipped my bottle of water.  We chatted. The boy, I’m told, is nervous.

In no time Jacob, more otter than cub, entered fresh from the shower and nestled at Derrick’s feet.  It was a great mix of love and submission in a single gesture.  He’s a good deal shorter than either of us.  He is hairy and sports one of the fullest, most perfectly trimmed beards I’ve ever seen.  I instantly wanted to kiss him.  Instead, we talked.  Talked and laughed.  And in no time Jacob decided we should proceed to their incredibly well stocked playroom.

I change into my leathers out in the hall.  I walk into the playroom and find my hosts side by side on the couch, wrapped in each other.  Kissing.  Beard on beard.  Just watching them makes my jock pouch swell.

Derrick pulls out of the kiss.  “Make him feel welcome,” he whispers to Jacob.

Jacob stands and we kiss for the first time.  It’s a mix of hot and sweet—just like the younger man.  All too soon for me, he is on his knees:  pulling back the pouch, wondering at the size, taking almost all of it into his warm mouth.  With the tiniest thrust into him, my pubes are grinding against that magnificent beard.

Jacob pulls off me, breathless.  I bring him up to his feet to kiss him again.  Derrick stands and joins us.  Three mouths, three constantly moving tongues.  My cock spits out a huge dollop of pre-cum.  I wipe it up with my finger and feed it to Jacob.  He licks my finger, and better, shares it with the both of us. 

“I want to taste his ass,” I mutter to Derrick.

“Hear that, boy?” Derrick says, nuzzling Jacob’s ear.  “Get on the couch and let him taste your hole.”

Jacob is there, on all fours, arms on the back of the couch.  David sits beside him and spreads Jacob’s cheeks even farther apart for me with his massive hands.  I dive in—savoring my first taste of his warm, moist boy hole.  Jacob groans into his arms.  He has flowered opened.  I can go as deep as my tongue will let me.

“You like his tongue?”  Derrick asks him, softly.

“Ohhhh….” He groans into his arms on the back of the sofa.

Derrick lets go of his ass.  I actually like the fact I have to work harder to get into him.  I hear Derrick start to jerk to the sight of me ravaging his boy.  I rock back onto my heels, my dick shiny and red.  Derrick swings around.  He begins to fuck Jacob.  Jacob, surprised, lets out a hiss of air.  I get on my back and work between Derrick’s legs.  My head is right under the action—my tongue all over Derrick’s cock on the back stroke.  And on Jacob’s taint.  Both men let me know vocally I’m right where they want me. 

My cock is dripping.  I can’t get enough of the taste of Jacob’s ass juice all over Derrick’s cock.  I slurp loudly.  The vulgar noise only enhances the moment for all of us.

And then Derrick and I are kissing.  He wants to taste it, too.  “You want to fuck him?”

I nod, but say “Not here. In the sling.”

We both help the boy up and get him comfortable in the sling, with his legs in the stirrups.   Derrick leans over him from the side and kisses him.  I let loose a spray of piss from my crimson dick head.  It covers the hairy ass crack of the boy and drips onto the tarp beneath.  He gasps into Derrick’s mouth, but I am rimming and cleaning him up before he can say anything.  I lick and spit.  I lube my dick as I eat him out.  I am able to stand up and slide right into him.  I move in slowly, but he takes me easily—he’s so wet from the previous play.  Derrick moves to chewing the boy’s nipples.   

Jacob’s eyes lock on mine.  I stop—half way into him.  His eyes tell me when to move again.  And to keep going until I bottom out—grinding my pubes against his furry ass cheeks.

“Fuck me,” he croons, grabbing his dick and jerking it.

Derrick will have none of that.  He grabs Jacob’s wrists and secures them to the sling support chains.

I fuck him.  Noisily.  Rattling chains.  Wet pelvis smacking wet butt cheeks.

Derrick and I trade off. I kiss Jacob while he fucks.  I piss on the boy’s pits and lick them clean.  I chew on his nipples.  I kiss him again.

And fuck him again.

A break is called.  When we return, I fuck Derrick—with Jacob working Derrick’s upper body.

Then it’s back to Jacob in the sling.

Me fucking first.

Then Derrick.

I move around.  A little more piss on his crack.

“No one has ever done that to me,” grunts Jacob as I lick him clean.

I stand up and enter him.

“Are you going to cum in me?”

I look at Derrick for guidance.

“Do you want him to seed you?” he asks the boy.

“Fuck, yes.”  His answer makes me fuck faster—and erects the boy’s dick again.  Derrick is jerking his cock.  He aims it at his boy’s dick.  He fires—coating it in dripping jism.  With two or three jerks of his cum coated rod, Jacob fires off.  I am still buried in him.  I scoop up the mixture of loads from the boy’s crotch and smear them on my dick.

“Here, I’m fucking both loads into you.”

“Shit…”

I enter, gliding with the mixture of jizz, all the way into him.  I lean forward to kiss Jacob, but I’m shooting a third load deep in his gut before our lips connect.

A Bookstore Summer: Poppers and Double Bagging

Near Home—June, 2015

Friday night.  No sex for a week.  No one online.  Back to the bookstore.

I am on the couch in the straight theatre.  No one else is around.  No one. 

No one but the man who is giving me head.  It’s the very large Black man with the mouth of velvet.  He is hell-bent on getting my cum this time.  He has been working for a long time—but it takes a very long time for me to get off with oral sex. 

“Do my balls,” I suggest, thinking my jerking as he laps at my low hangers will help.  He does, but he’s not pleased.  He sighs and licks at them rather half-heartedly.  My orgasm recedes even farther.  I let him back up on my dick, but his knees are shot.  He finally admits defeat and heads back to the arcade—the land of the two minute man. 

The straight porn is bad.   My mind wanders and my erection flags. 

There is the sound of movement in the gay theatre.  I can hear it through the vent in the dividing wall.  I pull my clothes together and go investigate.  A man sits alone against the back wall.  He’s around my age, and rather distinguished looking in very dressy clothes for this place.  I sit near him, leaving a seat between us. 

I take my dick out.  He unzips and puts his four fingers inside and strokes himself keeping his fingers flat—eyes on the big screen television. 

With no preamble—and rather loud:  “I’ll suck your dick if you give me a hit of poppers.”

I look at him.  “I don’t have any.”

We go back to watching the movie in silence.

“Are you sure?” he says, not looking at me.  “All gay men have poppers.”

I turn to him.  “You don’t.”

“Well, I’m not gay.”

“You’re the one offering to suck my cock,” I point out.

“Well, I’ll do anything with poppers.”  He condescends to look at me.  “Give me a hit and I’ll show you.”

“I don’t have any,” I say again.

He turns away from me in disgust, not believing me for a second.  He zips up and leaves.

*****

It feels like hours later.  But I’m sure it’s not that long.  I am licking the ass of my regular fuck bud from here.  He looks to be in his upper 30’s, but I’m sure he’s hit by 40 now, his sandy colored hair has some grey in it when we are in the full light of the sales room.  He’s trim, hairy and hung—and loves my dick in his butt—or his cock in my throat.  He’s naked but for athletic socks, his clothes stashed in the back corner.  He is kneeling in the seat of his chair—and my face is buried in his butt as I stroke.

The door opens.  We don’t stop.  It’s a college aged man.  He pulls out his dick the moment he registers what we are doing.  His black skin looks even darker against the white of his underwear.  

My FB turns so his mouth is available.  The young man puts a condom on his dick.  I really wanted to be the first up my bud, but I don’t mind.  Then the young man puts on a second condom—and sticks his latex smothered cock in my bud’s mouth.

I spit one last time into the hole I have been slurping on, and make a show of sticking my raw cock into the wet ass.  The young man wants to see every inch disappear, but he doesn’t take the hint to lose the latex.  I fuck for a long time.  He is very tight tonight.  And I’m horned as hell—but in no danger of blowing yet. 

I offer the young man a chance to fuck.  He shakes his head.

The door opens. 

It’s the distinguished looking man.  “Who has poppers?”  he asks of this trio of spit roasting fags.  And not one of us do.  He leaves with a muttered “Hrumph.”

The young man pulls off a condom, jerks his dick and pulls off the second one.  He shoots across my bud’s chin—all of his load going on the grungy floor.  He pulls himself together—and my bud pulls off me.

“I can’t take anymore.  It’s been a long time for anything back there.”

We meet up later and he gives me his load down my throat—which triggers mine.

Saturday night.  My friend Cam wants me to come to the bookstore—he has a hot bottom in tow and no place to fuck.  I finagle my schedule to get a second night off. 

They don’t show.   The bottom chickens out. 

The place is pretty much deserted.  A  White man of considerable girth begs to suck my cock.  I let him.

“Give me your cum,” he grunts out. 

I stand over him, forcing my balls to be licked as I jerk.  I will myself to give this guy the load so I can go home.  It works.  I shove my length into his mouth as I cum.  He grunts in delight.  I shoot a big load.

And he spits it out.  Repeatedly.  Hacking and spitting into the corner.

I button my jeans up in disgust and vow I won’t have sex again until I can have real sex. 

And I get it the very next week on my night off—Derrick invites me back to his well-stocked playroom to meet his boy…

A Bookstore Summer: Surprises

Near Home—June, 2015

In the summer, my work takes precedence over sex.  I need to pack up the playroom and pretty much put my dick in mothballs.  I do occasionally find time to go do something, but since I can’t play at home and as the guys I might play with are never online when I have a spare moment, I am often relegated to the bookstore.  It’s close enough to not waste a lot of time driving, but you never know who you will find there.  I was able to escape rather regularly in early June.  This first night there was decidedly the best…

I buy my ticket.  I make my way through the brightly lit displays of dildos and bachelorette party games to the bathroom.  I piss and get my cock ring in place.  My cock plumps slightly in anticipation.  I push open the door to the straight theatre.  Five or six men are there watching a nervous straight couple.  They are younger than usual.  She nervously fondles his denim covered bulge; his hand in on her fully clothed breast.  All eyes are on them.  I sit on the couch at the back.  Soon the sexual tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife.  But instead of pulling her Boyfriend’s dick out—they flee.

The remaining men eye each other and the movie—a point of view blowjob movie that is extremely dull.  It’s the same damned dick in every scene.

The door opens.  A large woman bursts in laughing with her equally large husband/BF.  They sit in the chairs left vacant by the other couple.  Within moments she removes her top.  I revise my thinking—she’s not large, she’s fat.  She unzips her man and gives him noisy head.  He must have a short fuse.  In moments he pulls out of her ovaled lips, still dripping.

“Who wants her mouth?” he asks the room.

This hot biker dude with a shaved head wants to make use of her.  The men exchange chairs.  The Biker stands to unzip.  He’s hung.  We all watch her attack his dick.

I get my first surprise.  A business type is standing against the wall next to where I am sitting on the end of the couch.  He pulls out his dick and asks for head from me.  This is amazing.  There is NEVER guy on guy action with a lady present.  But if he doesn’t care, neither do I. 

I suck his slightly better than average cock.  He unloads in my mouth in mere moments.

Only then do I notice the mousey guy next to me—his eyes agog watching me suck a dick.

“Honey, it’s time,” says the husband/BF.  She reluctantly gives up on the Biker.  They dress and leave.  There is a mass exodus.  The mousy man scrunches himself into the far corner of the sofa as the Biker walks toward us. Surprise Two:  The Biker sits between us.

I wait until we are the only three left in the room. 

Then wait a little more. 

Then I say “Was she any good?”

“Nope,” is his instant reply.  “She can’t suck big dick.”

Silence.  I keep jerking to the movie.  Suddenly the Biker’s dick is out again.  He strokes just the big helmet head of his dick.  The mousey man now unzips.

No sound but three fists sliding over wet flesh.

The Biker eyes my bigger cock out of the corner of his eye.

We stroke.  Harder.  The Biker is stroking full length now.

I want the mousey guy to leave.  I think how hot it would be to be between the Biker’s legs and showing him how a man services another.

“You got anything to huff?”  The Biker’s voice is loud in the quiet room.  I jerk my mind back to reality and say ‘No,’ while the mousey man stops playing with himself all together.

Dammit.  So close.  With a fucking hit of Jungle Juice, I’m now sure I’d have his dick.  Why didn’t I get it out of the freezer and bring it?

We all stroke in silence.

He eyes me once more.  I’m on the edge of asking if he needs assistance, when the Biker stands up, zips up and takes off.

His departure leads to Surprise Three.  Mr. Mouse stands up and goes all Dom.  “I saw you.  You wanted his dick, you cock sucker.  Take mine.”  He moves in front of me and starts skull fucking my face.  I am so surprised I just oval and let him do it.  His patter is right out of some poorly written porn, but it’s working for him, and as he continues to push my face into his crotch, it’s beginning to work for me.

And then the door opens.  He leaps away from me like I’ve been electrified.  I never see him again.

The man who comes in is a Black man I’ve never seen here.  Footballer build.  Huge shoulders, massive rib cage.  Maybe 30.  He sits in a chair that is facing me more than the screen.  He kneads himself the moment he sees my dick.  And the next Surprise—he actually asks for a blow job as he unzips.  I kneel in front of him, no other words spoken.  And I get Surprise Number Five.  He has one of the tiniest dicks I’ve ever seen—especially on this mammoth man.  It doesn’t stop me—I put him as deep into my mouth as I can—feeling the wiry hair of his crotch on my lips.

But I get another surprise.  A huge load.  Immense.  I have to work to keep it all in my mouth.  It just won’t stop.  I manage, though.  And he’s great about letting me suck every drop off his softening dick.

And then nothing.  In either theatre. 

I am about to leave.  A burly, trucker type walks into the straight side.  That stops me.  He hauls out a thick dick—a traffic cone—not much of a head, but it keeps getting thicker and thicker as it disappears into a forest of pubes.  He opens his shirt on this hot June night and starts squeezing his huge nips with the hand that is not working his cock.

In moments, and with no words, I’m chewing on his leathery nips and sucking the cock.  It has a scar from a removed PA.  I tongue it often. 

He sucks me, too.  Aggressively.   

He groans and precums if we kiss right after one of us comes off a dick.

We know just how to take care of each other. 

And we do. 

With no surprises.

Flooding the Pump and Dump

Kalamazoo—June, 2015

The picture of his butt was gorgeous:  milky white with a tan line, hairless and full.  There were just enough other pictures in his profile to prove he was for real, though no face picture anywhere.  He said he was a visitor to the area and wanted a pump and dump.  And he was doing the work of gathering the men—none of this “you must have so many top friends” nonsense.  It was actually on an afternoon I could duck out early from work and go. 

So, of course, I did.  At exactly the given time, I found the motel door with his number.  A wadded up face towel propped open his door, just as he’d said he would leave it.  I pushed into the dark room—wondering if I’d be the first one there.  Not by a long shot.  Three men were there and working that hot butt over.  I stumbled towards a couch to get out of my clothes in the half-light glinting from the cracked bathroom door.  One man was fucking that hot ass.  Another was in his mouth and the third was licking the ass of the top who was fucking the pig.  It was only as my eyes got used to the lack of light, and as I was slipping my boots back on, that I realized I knew all the men working over the out of towner.  The man in the hot looking ass was a tall, thin, sandy haired guy of about my age who has appeared sporadically in these pages—usually for scenes just like this.  The man in the pig’s mouth was the sandy haired guy’s younger partner—a thin, Hispanic versatile bottom who I’d only ever seen top.   The man eating ass was a true versatile I hadn’t seen since I started writing this blog.  He’s about my age—maybe slightly younger—with cropped dark hair and decently put together.  And a total pig.  This VersFucker is as big a felcher, fister, cum addict and piss player as I am…

The Hispanic pulls out of the Pig’s mouth and drops to his knees in front of me to get me fully hard.

“You’ll love this ass,” the Sandy Haired Top tells me.  “He has two loads in it.”

“Am I late?”

“Some guys needed to come early,” pants the Pig. 

I pull out of the Hispanic’s mouth and stick my now hard dick in the Pig’s mouth.  He is not as good with his tongue as my fluffer.  I hope his ass is better.  I look down at his face contorted with my big cock, poppers and a rough fuck happening.  I ruefully admit that I now understand why he didn’t have a face pic in his profile.  It doesn’t matter, I tell myself.  You’re here to load his butt…not paint his portrait. 

SandyHairedTop pulls out of the Pig‘s ass.  VersFucker pulls him into his mouth to clean the accumulated cum off his long, thin dick.  I move around to inspect the ass.  It has a single drop of cum on the pucker. 

“Eat that hole,” VersFucker mumbles around the cock still in his mouth.

I don’t need an invitation.  I lick and swallow the mix of the unknown men’s seed.   

The Pig groans into the bedspread.  “Eat my fucked up hole.”

I do—leaving copious amounts of spit and even some of the cum my tongue pulls out.  I stand up and enter him.  He’s had five dicks in him—but he still winces with mine.  As I hold still to let him get used to it, the door opens and an older Black man walks in.  He strips, never taking his eyes off my fucking.  I love the sloppy ‘splat’ of each stroke into his ass.

I give way to SHTop to go back up his hole.  My dick is cleaned by VersFucker.  The Hispanic is blowing the black.  VersFucker keeps all the juices from off my cock on his tongue and spits them into the Pig’s open mouth.  Then VF face fucks the Pig. 

The Hispanic is next up the Pig’s ass.  Then VF fucks the Pig as the Black man, with an underwhelming endowment, is fellated by the cum dump.  The Black is next up the hole.  And he shoots, all but on the first stroke.  VF dives into it before I can.  He licks the ass clean, all but smacking his lips.  The Hispanic wants to fuck in the fresh load.  He does, and it sends him over the edge, too.  Four loads and counting. 

SHTop and I take turns on the Pig.   VersFucker is more than content to eat the hole of whoever is fucking at the moment. 

I lay down on the floor.  “Ride me.”  The Pig gets off the bed for the first time.  He sits on my dick.  It’s easier for him this way.  I love the extra loads in there, smoothing the way.  SHTop straddles my chest and fucks the face of the bouncing Pig.  VersFucker is snorting into my balls while he licks up all the cum that gravity is bringing out of the ass of the Pig as he impales himself on me.

I think about cumming…but hold off.  I want to be last.

“I want to shoot in his butt.”  SHTop helps the Pig off my cock and gets him slightly bent on the bed.  He enters him and shoots his load between the swollen ass lips of the Pig.

“Fuck, yes,” the Pig grinds out.

VersFucker is whispering in my ear.  “Will you?  He says he likes it.”

I nod.  I look at the men ringing the bed who have shot their loads, then turn to the Pig.  “This fucker wants me to piss your ass.  You good with that?”

“Can you?”

I don’t deign to answer, I just manhandle him into the bathroom.  I bend him over the counter.  VersFucker squirms between the bottom’s legs, his face right below the hole I’m about to enter.  I jerk, take another swig of Gator-Ade and insert my cock.  VF licks it as it goes in—and on the backstroke as I begin to fuck.  I do a dozen or so strokes and then hold deep in his hole.  I can feel the piss sluicing through my gut.  It erupts into the Pig’s gut.  More and more—I can’t stop pissing.  Some escapes around my dick—VF is right there lapping it up, not letting any hit the tiled floor.  Finally I stop.  I begin fucking very slowly.  I begin to churn that mixture of piss and five loads of cum.  Some sloshes out of his hole.  VF snorts and laps—in his own personal pig heaven.  The guys who’ve shot are all watching crowded in the door.  I love the great mix of envy, disbelief and lust on their faces.

“You ready?” I bark out to VF.

He grunts, licking some piss off my balls.  I pull my cock out.  Piss and cum sluice out onto VF’s chest—but only for a moment--his mouth is right there, clamped to the hole to swallow it all. 

“Push it into his mouth,” I instruct the Pig.  He does.  We all watch VF swallow.  I have rarely seen a man with a dick so hard. His crimson cock is ready to explode with each gulp of ass piss.

I step back in.  I need to shoot myself.  I get VF’s face out of the way and fill the Pig’s ass with my drooling penis.  Three strokes and I explode.  I marinate for a moment, then pull out.  I step to the side and push VF’s face into my cock slime leaking out of the puffy, used hole.

VF shoots.  But keeps eating.

The Pig groans contentedly into the counter top.

And, all inside of an hour, we are dressed and gone.  

Competition from an Unlikely Source

Near Home—May, 2015

After meeting up with Derrick, I went to IML that weekend.  Faithful readers should remember my daily posts about fucking in the host hotels, the IML piss party and making some more porn.

I didn’t need to play when I got home.  Nothing.  Not until the very last Saturday of May did I venture out to the bookstore.

It was an odd night. 

There is excitement in the air from the moment I walk into the store.  Buying my ticket to the cinemas, I hear two guys behind me talking in hushed tones about the eminent arrival of “this woman.”  One of the cute, fully straight guys I know by sight stops me on the way to the theatre.  He pulls me aside and tells me to be prepared for the best blow job tonight.  “She has the hottest mouth.”

Not surprisingly the straight theatre—newly in the larger space—is packed.  I take the last chair.

And we wait.  Most of us stroking to some hot anal porn.

The door opens.  A man I’ve never seen announces “They’re here.”

We wait.

In they come.  Husband and wife:  both pushing 60 or more and absolutely dumpy.  He is in Bermuda shorts and an open shirt of a tropical print.  His wife is in a denim wrap around shirt and a buttoned up white blouse.  Two guys in the middle of the row opposite me get up and make room for them to sit together.  The husband kneads his cock through the fabric of his shorts for a moment and tells the assembled room that she will suck off any and every man there.  “Don’t be shy.  We travelled quite a ways to get here.”

One of the men who gave up his seat is right there.  He’s unzipped and ready.

And she goes to work.  I can’t tell much about her technique, but knowing some of these guys, I know they have no fuse at all—they shoot the moment they are in a wet mouth.  And sure enough, he quietly grunts and is gone. 

She unbuttons the top button of her blouse and does numbers two and three.

She unbuttons more, showing off a rather worn, dis-colored bra.

Four, five and six.

She pauses and takes a slug of water from the bottle her husband hands her.

Seven.  One man can’t decide—then stands up gives her his dick.  Eight.

She has done everyone in the room save for me and a chronic jacker.

The cute guy who gave me the heads up finally comes into the room and unzips.  It’s nice to see his cock hard.

He gives her a work out, but finally gives her a load.  He sighs contentedly and zips up.  Nine.

“You should let her service that big ‘un of yours.”

I shake my head.  The husband turns to the jerker—who panics and races out of the room unzipped.

They wait.  And wait.  The husband occasionally looks at the screen.  She drinks more water.  When it is clear that they have cleaned out the theatre, they adjust their clothing and head out the door.  I idly wonder how many of those men I would have gotten had she not been there...

I head over to the gay side, thinking I might find a group of men who weren’t interested in what I just witnessed.  There is just one.  But the right one:  The tall slender top who stealthed my friend the other week.  His long and thin cock is out.  I go down on him.  He groans in pleasure.  Something that was almost universally missing from the marathon next door. 

He pulls me off his cock.  I stand and he unbuttons my pants.  He must be horned---he blows me for a change.  And he’s good.  I fuck his face for a bit—holding his head still.

“Eat my ass like you did that tramp’s the other night.”

He leans into a chair and I fall to my knees.  Getting his ass eaten really excites him.  His jerking accelerates.  I eat him out until my knees can’t take the hard linoleum any longer.  I stand up, making sure my hard cock brushes his ass, hoping…

“Sit down.”  He wants to be in charge.  I let him.  And sit.  He stands on my seat, straddling my lap.  For a second I think he’s going to sit on my dick, but instead he begins fucking my mouth.

And he’s not silent when he shoots down my throat…