Indianapolis—July, 2022

On my final day off, right at the end of the month, I did the lunchtime bathhouse routine again.  It was an interesting mix of men…

I am ditching my clothes in the locker.  A larger man , around my age, is watching me change and not the four screens of porn he thought he’d be watching.  He has a skin tone that is the color of strong black coffee with a very large dollop of cream mixed through it.  Gorgeous.  I go over, toss my towel on the couch and sit next to him.  My cock emerges from the jock—and his hand is on me, moments later. 

“Now that’s a nice cock,” he murmurs.  “May I suck it?”

“Sure.”  He leans over and gets the head in his wet mouth.  Honestly, it’s a horrible angle.  I disengage and stand in front of him.  He can lean in and suck me down.  And the blow job goes from horrid to heavenly.  He has a fat tongue that can’t stop lapping at my piss slit and that spot right under the glans.  His own fat dick emerges from the folds of his towel as he sucks me.

I step in, and lift my cock—presenting him with my balls for full treatment with that hot tongue.  He gives it, groaning at the smell of them.  Finally, he sits back to catch his breath.  I go to my knees and return the favor to his beer can cock.

“Damn, you suck dick?”  He seems genuinely surprised.  Soon enough he revises it to, “Man, can you suck…”

I go for his balls.  He squirms.  And pants “I’m going to shoot.”  I make it back up to catch the entire massive load…

I go up to the third floor.  Not many men are about.  I note that the guy in the dark room is back—the one I’d met at the glory hole and bred in his room.  We nod to each other as I pass.  I settle in the small TV room with the comfortable couch.  The porn is good.  I stroke, waiting to see who will find me next.  A white guy, likely mid 50’s steps into the room.  He is fairly trim and sporting a super hard Viagra dick.  We nod to each other.  He doesn’t sit.  He kneels and takes me in his mouth.  He moans the moment he tries to take my entire length.  He manages half of me the first time.  Three-quarters, the next. 

He come up for air.  “Damn, that’s nice.”  He takes a deep breath and pushes himself to get every last inch.  And makes it, his nose buried in my reddish bush.  He comes up well pleased with himself.  “I really want you in my ass, but I don’t know if I can take you.”

We decide he should sit on it—to be in control.  He gets me wet again as he fingers lube into his ass.  He greases me too.  He turns, and reaches behind to guide me in.  My head slices him open.  He stands and re-considers.  He tries more lube and sits again.  The same thing happens.

“Let’s use the sling,” he suggests.

We go down the hall.  He leans into it, chest to webbing.  I want to rim him but the lube has such a foul smell I can’t.  I start into him.  I get the head in.  He pants.  Another inch. 

“Out!  Please!!”

He’s all apologies.  And I never see him again.

*

I am alone in the steam room.  I have left the jock and boots in my locker—so naked but for my cock ring.  I sit and relax in the dark back area.  The steam starts up.  I melt against the wall.  The steam is thick today.  I can’t see anything.  I hear the door open.  I hear the man walk towards me.  He must sense I’m there, for he kneels, finds my knees and then my cock with his hand, sighs and begins to suck me.  I can’t tell anything about him.  I touch his head.  He has short hair.  I like his oral technique—but I really love how totally anonymous it is.  He sucks me, faster and faster—hoping for the load.

The steam kicks off.  Instantly the man stops and leaves before the steam can thin and reveal who gave me such good head…

*

Last week a bear of a man was leaving as I arrived.  He wanted me—and asked if I often came during the lunch hour.  I told him I did.  And here he is coming around the corner of the locker area as I put my boots back on.  He invites me to his room, which is right on this floor.  He has a towel thrown over the light, so the room is dim.  He is Black, portly and furry, and younger than I am by a good 20 years.  He gets me on the bed.  Then moves between my splayed legs.

“Let me get that cock of yours wet before we fuck.”

He does.  Yet another great mouth.  I let him set his own pace—but do suggest he get my balls, too.  He does—and then my taint.  His tongue stops just at the top of my tight hole, before he licks all the back up and swallows my cock down.

“I want to sit on that.”  He greases me up and lowers himself down on me.  He feels great—and it’s a hot site to see him impaling himself—but his legs can’t take it.

I suggest he go doggy at the edge of the bed.  I eat his big butt for a long time before I lube up and fuck into him.  He yelps—but in a good way.  He suddenly becomes really submissive.  Giving me permission to use him however I want.  To fuck him hard—to do anything to him.

I pull out.  “Clean my cock.”  Suddenly ‘anything’ makes him pause.  Then he does it.  His tongue tentatively touches my dick.  He groans like I have just given him something exquisite to eat.  Has he never known the joys of ass to mouth?

I go back to fucking.  I pull out again.  No telling him this time.  He turns and dives for my ass flavored dick.  He cleans me up.  Every inch of my cock feels his tongue.

But he’s over heating in the small room.  He asks for a break.  He share a kiss and I take off…

*

It’s time to go.

I find the guy I loaded a few weeks ago in the dark room.  He is there waiting on all fours.

I kneel behind him and eat his used hole.

“No loads,” he murmurs, “but I got dick.”

I grunt, stand and say “You’re getting a load now.  OK?”

“Yes, Sir!”

I don’t fuck for long before I give him what we both want.

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Now That's a Nice Cock" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  September 1, 2022