Jackson—October, 2022

(This picks up right where I left off. from the previous post.)

I wander back to the trans room.  Blond Boy is on the exam table.  He lies on his back, feet on the stirrups.  “This should make it easier.”

I go to my knees and begin eating his ass.  I know the remnants of the load in my mouth is no issue for this ass.  I taste myself in him as he pushes his hole out into my mouth.  There is movement behind me.  Gym Rat and a bear around my age have come in.  They both have their cocks out.  Gym Rat goes to his knees to suck the bear.

I stand up.  The table is not a great height for me, but my cock finds its way into his furry hole.  I look over my shoulder.  The men have reversed on who is sucking who.

“Fuck me, man.”

I plow into him.  Hard.  Flesh on flesh slapping sounds fill the room.  Both men come over and jerk to our fuck.

“You want a turn?”  I am looking at the Bear, but Gym Rat moves to replace me.  He does a couple strokes, sighs and takes off.  I go back up Blond Boy.  I hammer him hard for Bear’s benefit.  The Bear is now hot and ready.  He taps me on the shoulder and I give way.  His cock finds his hole and sinks in.  He pauses for a moment, obviously luxuriating in the tight wetness.  He begins to pound.  The table rocks.  Blond Boy grunts.  I stroke, sure that the Bear will give me a fresh load to fuck in.  But he stops—winded.  He pulls out with a “I don’t want to cum yet.”  I clean his wet cock and fuck Blond Boy some more as the Bear watches.

“Let’s take a break,” says Blond Boy.  The angle of the table is not very comfortable.  I help get him down and go out into the main area.  The Bear follows me.  I find Gym Rat, shorts around his ankles, standing and jerking to the straight porn.  I go to my knees and the Bear plays with Gym Rat’s nipples under his tee, and then raises it to lick them.  Gym Rat pulls out of my mouth with “I need to jerk, to actually shoot.”  His hand strokes himself in a flurry.  He fires three blasts of semen.  First in my beard—and the rest in my mouth.  He thanks us and takes off.

“I need to suck your cock.”

The Bear indicates for me to take a seat on the couch.  I do.  He kneels, still jerking his cock and takes me in his mouth.  Fuck!  He has a great tongue.  It is all over every inch of my used cock.  Licking and slurping.  And now my balls.  The Bear leaves them wet and dripping.  He is moving down, licking under them now.  Sensing my ‘go to’ place of where my cock ring cradles my balls.  He huffs the sex sweat I have there—and then licks it all up, groaning in the back of his throat.  His tongue snakes lower yet.

“You want to rim me?”

“Fuck, yes.”

I stand up to undo my pants, letting them fall.  I sit and he pushes my knees up with his big hands before burrowing his face into my hairy crack.  Damn, this guy is good.  I just let my mind go blank, letting him eat me out.

“Flip over.”

I get up on all fours on the couch.  He can get deeper into me this way—and his tongue is feeling great.  He licks me for a very long time—until his knees give out on the hard concrete.

“Fuck me?” he asks, standing up.

“Sure.”

He replaces me on the couch, on all fours.  It’s my turn to rim.  I try to give him as much pleasure as he just gave me.  He is panting now as I dig deep into his hairy pucker.  “Fuck me with that big raw dick, man.  Please.”

I stand up and slap my cock on his ass.  I find his now loose pucker with my drooling cock head.  A slight thrust and it disappears.  One more thrust—and half my shaft is inside him, stretching his hole.  “Damn…” he groans.  Now it’s all of me.   I build quickly from a slow rocking fuck to a hard driving dick down.  The Bear takes it all—and asks for more.

Blond Boy comes out and watches me use the Bear.  He gropes himself.  And then disappears down to the arcade.

I fuck the Bear until he needs to change position.  He wants it on his back, but that will be impossibly low for me on the couch.  We decide to use the exam table.  I find how I can adjust the height and the angle for his back.  The Bear gets up on it, feet resting on the stirrups.  I eat his wet hole again.  He calls me a pig, as I do it.

I stand up and fuck.  He starts with jerking his cock in rhythm to my strokes—but soon leaves his dick alone and just focuses on the pleasure I am giving his ass and prostate.  I am so close to shooting—at least twice—but I just keep going.

Finally, he stops me.  He has to get to some sort of appointment.  We exchange numbers.  We both want more from each other.

I look around the deserted play area.  Anyone here to get me off?

Blond Boy appears.  He gets up on the adjusted exam table.  I eat his hole—wondering if he got fucked downstairs.  I stand, enter and blast a load deep into his guts…

*

I had so much fun, that the next day I made an afternoon trip to the closest bookstore.  Of course, I proved the point that it’s all in who is there.  In the near deserted building, I did find a man who let me suck him.  Just as he was about to cum, he told me I could fuck him if I rubbered up.  I swallowed his load instead.  The only other playful man there was a hot guy with a shaved head.  His limits stopped with hand jobs.

I went home.

The original posting is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Right Men in the Right Place (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 6, 2022