Indianapolis—July, 2022

 

It should come as no surprise that after the hot sex with Mark on my one evening at the bathhouse, that when I could go again a week later, I checked to see if he’d like to join me.  His response: “Sure!”

We agreed to meet at 7pm.  I wondered if anyone else would be there that night…

 

I am undressing at my locker.  Jock is left on.  Boots are being laced and tied.  Behind me, I hear the swinging door from the shower area open. Well, someone’s around.  I turn.  It’s Mark.  He sees me, too.  He kneels in front of the curtains to the glory hole room.  I lock my locker, toss my towel over my shoulder and go over to him.

Without a word I press the pouch of my jock into his face.  He inhales deeply.  A satisfied sigh and he begins working through the fabric to get me hard.  He succeeds.  My cock is like a rock, jutting to the side.  He finally leaves my cloth covered balls and takes my shaft into his mouth.

At that same moment, a door to one of the rooms opens.  A man sees us and comes over to watch.  And stroke.  His six incher is rock hard.  It feels entirely natural for me to nudge Mark’s head over to suck the new man.  Another guy arrives from the shower, still drying himself.  His cock is fat, but there’s not much length as it erects to the scene in front of him. 

“Get his dick, too,” I murmur.  I move Mark’s willing mouth over.

The fourth man to arrive is hairy and hung.  He has a good seven incher.  I move Mark to welcome him to the group.  He is now ringed by men wanting his mouth—all 50 + in age.  We fist our dicks while waiting for our turn.  And reach for the balls of the guy next to us.  Mark is now on a breathless rotation.  He goes, instinctively, clockwise, sucking the three incher, then the six, then the seven, moving on to me—and back again.  Mark is rock hard.  At first, he was stroking—now he doesn’t dare touch himself.  He works the four dicks over and over, leaving them wet and dripping.

“Who’s gonna fuck him?” asks the Seven Incher.

“You can start,” I tell him.

“Naw, I wanna see you do it.”

I pull Mark up.  He willingly bends.  Now it’s the guys who move around him to get their cock sucked as I am on my knees eating his hot ass.  I finally stand up, but he is just too tight.  “Let me,” says Six Incher.  He spits on his cock as I turn Mark’s butt towards him. His thin cock is the perfect opener.  He fucks him hard—before turning Mark’s hips to me.  I slide in as easily as I did a week ago.  My fuck strokes push Mark forward onto the cock that was just in his ass.

Seven Incher claps me on the shoulder with a “You go” and a “Thank you” to Mark.  He wanders off.  The smallest guy watches.  I think he’s going to shoot.  I encourage him to give it to Mark, but he never does.  He moves off to the showers. 

Six Incher considers my offer to go again, but declines.  “I’d blow a load and I don’t want to yet.”  He leaves, too.

Mark pulls off my cock—turns and kisses me.  “That never happens to me,” he sighs.  “Thank you.”

I thank him by licking his wet ass.

*

We go upstairs to the small TV room.

“Can I rim you again?” he asks. 

I nod. “How do you want me?”

“On your back with those long legs in the air…”

We spend the next 15 minutes or so with  Mark slobbering over my hole while I encourage him. 

He tosses me a bottle of his poppers.  “Take a hit.” 

I do.  He does, too.  We both get lost for a what is only a moment—but seems so much longer.

He remembers to kiss me afterwards—letting me taste my ass on his tongue…

I thank him by fucking him doggy on the couch.

*

We decide to separate—and see what we each might find.

I play with a Black guy who gives good head.  He does not want me to touch his drooling cock.

I wander. 

I see Mark on his knees on the outdoor deck, sucking Six Incher.  SI waves at me through the glass door to come out.  I join them.  “Is he doing a good job?”

“Hell, yes.”

I sit next to Six Incher and stroke.  Mark now splits his time between the two dicks.  We move him back and forth—sharing his mouth equally.

Six Incher sighs as Mark goes back to him.  “He told me he ate your ass?”

“Really well.  Do you want him to do you?”

“I want to see him do you!”

I stand and bend into the chair.  Mark is right there, poking into my still damp pucker.  I groan and push my ass back onto Mark’s face.  SI holds his head in place—all but smothering Mark as he eats me out.

“Now fuck him.”

We change places.  My dick is going into Mark just inches away from Six Incher’s face.  He strokes to the live porn show.

“I’m gonna shoot.”

Instantly Mark spins around and takes the load in his mouth.

“Don’t swallow it all,” I bark out.  “Drool some onto my cock.”

Mark does.  A creamy glob covers the top of my cock.  “I am fucking you into him,” I tell Six Incher.  “You are breeding him after all…”

We fuck until Six Incher says he has to take off.

“Let’s finish up in the sling,” I suggest.

Once he is in place, I spend long minutes eating the cum I’ve fucked into him back out.

It’s a quick fuck to give him a replacement load…

*

In case you missed it, my first encounter with Mark is three posts back:  You Never Fucked Me

The original on Blogspot is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Ring Around Mark (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   September 5, 2022