Indianapolis—November, 2019

In the last post, I mentioned how surprising and pleasant it was that Marshall and I actually met up after talking online for some time.   I think it was on my mind for I had also been jerked around by another guy.  This other man and I had actually met at a Cum Union and we wanted to do more—including fisting.  Here I was, now working in his area, so he was the first person I spoke to about having fun on my two days off.  Everything seemed set—and then it wasn’t.  He needed J-Lube.  Then he needed new poppers. He left it that he would try to find both and get back with me to set the time.  Well, you can guess the rest of that story… I ended up doing nothing that day as I waited for him.

My second day off wasn’t going to go down that road.  I just went to the bathhouse—one of two in Indy.  I knew I would go to both during my stay, so I chose the Works first, where Cum Union is held.  There is a sling, some glory holes and a couple of video/play areas besides the steam and sauna.  It was the right choice.

I am stripping at my locker.  I don’t want a room—I want to do all my playing in public.  I intend to put my boots back on and wear my Fukd jock to show off the goods.  Why wear a towel?  But I step into the steam room first.  I open the door to cavernous blackness—not a single light is on inside it.  A cycle of steam has just ended, adding to the heat and mystery.  I can make out no one until I round the second corner of the U shaped room.  I step into the middle of an oral orgy.  I can’t even tell how many bodies are involved.  Wet hands are all over.  My dick is being sucked.  A finger tries to get into my ass.  Unseen men are rubbing my nipples.  A man takes my hand and places in on his fat cock.  I jerk it—without being able to see it—but I can tell it’s uncut.  The man on my dick moves to another and the uncut guy pushes my shoulders down.  I sink to my knees and take his beer can into my mouth.  He sighs—a sigh that bounces off the wet tiles.  With the last of the steam rising, I can now make out at least shapes around me.  The men are all my age—and they are intent on getting each other off. 

It’s obvious I am new meat.  I am suddenly ringed by hairy legs.  Beer Can grabs my head and fucks my mouth.  Then he guides me to the other waiting cocks.  He decides how long I suck the long slender one, the short stubby nob and finally the regulation 5.5 incher.  I am pushed back and forth getting each one as much service as he allows me to do.  For one moment, the men think for themselves and I have suddenly have two wet cocks in my mouth and a third beating on my chin.

That is the moment Beer Can erupts deep into the back of my mouth.  His cum is bitter, but it’s a sweet moment.  The thin cock waits for him to pull out before he gives me his load, too.  I think it is the 5.5 who just jacks off all over me as I take the second load.

Instantly I am left alone as the new cycle of steam starts.  I get up shakily from my knees and sit on the wet bench.  I can just make out one lone man sitting in the farthest corner.  He slides over towards me as the steam envelops us.  I can see nothing.  But I can feel the same welcoming mouth taking me deep into his throat…

*

I have dried off in the sauna.  The steam room has left me wanting more.  I am now in jock and boots and go to the bigger porn area.  It has three men in it.  I let each suck my dick.  The last, a tall, thin man around my age does the best job—and he asks if I will fuck him in the sling.  I agree.  It is just around a couple of corners on this floor.  The man gets in and loves the way I eat his ass.  He asks for a condom and I comply.  I use lots of lube.  I start in. 

“Fuck!”  he groans.  His eyes have been bigger than his ass.  I get most my head inside him finally—and he shoots.  I lick up his cum as he apologizes.  I shrug and help him out of the sling.

A Latino has been watching.  He drags me to his room.  Without words he hands me a condom as he bends over the bed.  His hole is pre-lubed with a foul smelling lubricant, so I don’t eat his ass.  I just cover up and plow into him.  He takes me like a champ.  He only stops me once he has shot his load all over the mattress.

*

More steam.  More mutual oral.  But always one on one.  I get a couple of loads.

Back up in the porn area, where the floor is padded, a sort of scruffy, sort of cute younger man sits jerking under his towel.  I sit near him and knead my cock through my jock.  He can’t take his eyes off it.  I nod to him and he goes to the floor and crawls between my splayed legs.  He sniffs the pouch.  He runs his tongue around the edge of the pouch where it meets my skin.  I am loving his approach—his savoring of it not just going for it.

Soon he is tonguing the fabric, slurping and making the juices embedded in the once white fabric come back to life.  Only then does he peel it off my cock and take me in his mouth.  He groans and deep throats me on the first moment.  Effortlessly and with no teeth scraping.  I twist the nipples on his slim chest.  He nods and speeds up his sucking.

Finally he pulls off.  “I so want you to fuck me.”

“Sure.  Sling?”

“I can’t.  I didn’t prep.”

I shrug.  “You’re doing just fine.”

I tell him to do my balls.  I don’t use the word lick—so I shouldn’t be surprised when he tries to suck both of them into his mouth.  I instruct him, just as I did with Marshall, how to lick them, how to get his tongue between my cock ring and me.  He does well.  And he loves being on his knees servicing me.  His cock is small, but rampant the entire time.  He doesn’t jerk it, but it is dripping precum. 

I tell him to stand up—I want to taste the sweat of my balls on his tongue.  He does and bends to me.  It’s a good first kiss and I love my taste in his mouth.  When he straightens up, I lick the head of his cock, swabbing up all the precum.  “Kiss me again,” I say rather unintelligibly, trying to keep his juices on my tongue.  He does.  And melts.

Now we can’t stop sucking each other and sharing the taste of our bodies.  He licks my cock, my balls and a does a tentative swipe or six on my hole.  Using his beard as well as his tongue to give me pleasure.  I do the same to him:  his faucet of a dick, his balls and his hairy jungle of a perineum. 

“Fuck my face,” he whispers.  “Bukakke me.”

I stand up.  I fuck slow strokes into him as he kneels before me.  Then I grab the sides of his head.  He groans.  I know I’ve made the right move.  I increase the speed.  I am truly fucking his throat.  His cock is leaking like crazy.

But I know I won’t cum like this.  I finally pull out and bark “Lick my balls.” 

He does. 

I jerk.  He goes, down to get back to my ass.  I grab the top of his head....

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