Jackson—January, 2023

During the third week of January, I was hit with a couple of cancellations.  The first guy (someone new to the playroom) didn’t bother to write or text me he wasn’t coming; he just left me hanging.  Then, in a week or so, he wondered why I was rather short with him when he wrote once again, horny and ready.  I did not reschedule.

The second was Osvaldo.  We were going to meet at CumUnion as we had in the past.  He was not feeling well—and distressed, thinking he shouldn’t go.  I agreed with him and we both stayed home, with promises to play once he was back to normal.  (I wanted to forward out texts to the no-show and show him how easy that was to do—and how it didn’t hurt anyone’s chances for a make-up session.)

I thought about going to CumUnion alone, but it was one of those snowy Saturday nights in Michigan, where staying home with hot tea and a book, can be the better idea.  I decided, that if the weather cleared, to spend a Sunday afternoon at the bookstore that had just refurbished its viewing areas into play spaces.   The sun came out—and I made the drive…

There are not many cars as I arrive, but a few are scattered around the lot.  I go into the lounge.  A man is groping himself as he watches the gay video.  Someone is also standing in the Trans room, looking bored.  I go and sit in the seating area where I can see four screens—all showing different types of videos.  I unbutton and stroke.  Both men I had previously scouted meander by, but they show no interest.

The main door opens.  A fit white guy in his 40’s, wearing a red sweatshirt, comes into view.  He watches the largest screen for a minute.  He turns and sees me.  We nod to each other and he unzips.  Out comes a bigger than average cut cock. 

He walks confidently over to me.  “Suck me, man.”

I scoot down in my seat to get to his level and take him into my mouth.  The moment I do the door bangs open again—but it doesn’t spook the guy I am pleasuring.  He runs his hand over my cropped hair and tells me how good I am making him feel.

My hand is batted away from my own cock.  One of the men who just came in must want it.  I sneak a glance down and it’s a cute and chunky young man with a shaved head, and I’m soon to learn, a ton of tats on his arms.  He is doing a good job sucking me and stroking himself.  A 50-ish bear is watching us.  He has his stubby dick out, too.

Red Sweatshirt takes a step towards my sucker.  I touch his shaved head and move him from my dick to Red Sweatshirt’s wet one.  He grunts his pleasure in having another big dick in his mouth.  I squirm out of my chair and suck on the Bear.  He gives me his dick for about 30 seconds before he pulls out of me with “I can’t—or I’ll blow.”

I move back to Red Sweatshirt.  Shaved Head grins and we share his cock—one on each side—stroking it with our lips and tongues.  SH pushes it into my mouth.  I suck him for a moment—then my tongue pushes him back into SH’s mouth.  We go back and forth for quite some time.  When I am given Red Sweatshirt’s dick once again, Shaved Head moves down to suck my cock.

The Bear jerks to the live sex show happening in front of him.

Shaved Head is really doing wonders for my dick in this new position (and likely as I have a dick in my mouth at the same time.)  His tongue keeps coaxing precum out of me.  On his own volition, he comes back up and joins me once again for another round of double sucking on Red Sweatshirt.

“Someone want my load?” grunts out the Bear.

I swing around and take him into my mouth just in time.  It’s not big, but sweet.  As I move back to the guys I left, Red Sweatshirt pulls away.  He may not like the idea of cum in my mouth—or he may just need a break.

“Let me suck you properly,” mumbles Shaved Head.  I sit back in the chair.  He strips off his winter coat and then a flannel shirt, revealing his tatted arms and chest.  “I wish I’d known you were going to be here,” he says, his fingers circling my balls, “and I’d have cleaned out.  Damn, I want this fucker in my ass.”  He kisses my balls and goes back down on me.  He unzips and strokes himself this time.  I let him suck me until his knees get tired.

Together we go into the gay video room, our cocks out and swinging.  A short, elfin man is there.  I recognize him from the gay campground.  He asks if I want to fuck.  I nod and we go to the exam table.  Shaved Head follows.  The guy from the campground strips and lays on the table.  I eat his ass as Shaved Head sucks his cock.  I rise up and enter him.  I fuck, slow and easy.  I can't help building my speed as I see the fuckee’s balls tighten.  He’s going to blow in Shaved Head’s mouth.  Any minute.  With a cry, he does just that.  I pull out and go to my knees to rim his fucked ass.  Shaved Head cleans him up thoroughly, but leaves a little cum on the man’s balls for me…

*

Later.

Shaved Head has gone down to the arcade.  I am in the gay video room sucking the cock of slender guy in his late 50’s.  He has a lot of stubble on his chiseled face.  Another man has come in to watch.  He sits on the couch next to the guy and strokes.

Feeling generous, I ask if the stroker if he wants a turn on this guy’s long, thin dick.

He does.  I lick the man’s balls as the stroker sucks him.

“What I really want,” says the man we’re working on, “is to get fucked by that big dick of yours.”

I stand up.  The guy sucking stops and goes back to stroking.  The man stands and drops his pants altogether.  I fold them for him as he turns around and bends over.  I dive into his butt crack.  He mutters a surprised--and then pleased—exclamation.   I get his hole wet, a hole that has obviously taken a lot of abuse over the years.  I stand up.

“Bare?”

“You bet.”

I slide into him in one easy stroke.  He does a practiced, welcoming squeeze.  It’s my turn to moan.

"Fuck him hard,” says the onlooker.

I speed up.  Faster than usual.  I can feel my balls tighten.  I suddenly know I’m going to breed.  And it’s going to be pretty damn soon.

“That’s the way…” the onlooker coaches.  His own hand is flying over his diminutive cock.  My partner is panting.

“You want my load?”

“In my ass or in my mouth, I don’t care.”

I know where I want to shoot.  I pump harder.

“Breed me with that big dick...”

I am almost there.  Two or three more strokes and I fire inside him.  I shake as my dick goes off.  Without thinking, I sink to my knees and begin eating the hole I just bred.  The guy groans—delighted at my tongue replacing my dick. 

My cock won’t go down—it says tumescent even after the explosion.  I jerk as I felch.

I rock back on my heels.  The bottom turns around and sits, still panting.  I stand up.  My cock is going to go off again.  I lean in and spray two weak splats of jizz onto the surprised bottom’s chin…

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