mcload

There’s a slim black man, probably in his mid to late 60s, whom I Would see often in the daytime at Steamworks. We’d connect every time we run into each other. It’s always the same situation. I lie on my stomach in my room with the door wide open, and I hear his flip-flops coming and he closes the door behind him. I turn over to greet him but no words are usually spoken. He takes off his towel and knows exactly what I want. I deep throat his nice (not huge, but always rock hard) cock. Cut, plenty long, no curve, and just the right size for my mouth. When I bury my face into his trimmed crotch, I usually notice a light scent of ass. He’s a busy guy at the bathhouse, but I can always count on him spending at least an hour, maybe even two, in my room. We hardly ever speak because we’ve figured out a routine and know each other’s needs. About all I know about him is that he’s partnered and lives in Hercules. After I suck him for 10-15 minutes, he puts me on my hands and knees, rims my ass for a couple of minutes, dabs some creamy lube on my hole and slides that perfect black dick all the way in. From there we rotate through several positions - on my knees, On my back, on my stomach, and with him pressing me.against the wall. After the first dozen or so repeats of this scene, he came in me for the first time. I’ll never forget the look on his face when he shot that first load.After that was one of the rare times he spoke, saying “we’ve never done that before!” I replied “we can do that anytime you want.” Since then, he has loaded me up every time we’ve met. He’s gotten more and more affectionate,usually holding me tight as he fucks me on my stomach, kissing me on my neck and shoulder as he explodes inside me. I write this because it’s been about two years since I’ve seen him. And I miss the way he fucks, often pulling his dick all the way out and shoving it back in. It’s either that rock hard or it’s because he opens up my hole so wide that he can’t miss! I haven’t been quite the regular visitor I was at the Berkeley bath house for a couple of years but I’ve started going again. I guess I’m hoping that he’ll somehow find this and make a daytime trip to Steamworks himself. For good old times/loads’ sake!

I’m no stranger to taking loads, but maybe not this many in one night! I spent all day Saturday at my favorite bathhouse, lying on my stomach wearing various colored jockstraps. Every few minutes a guy would come by for some play, but the first three men were too timid to hop aboard and fuck me. Then a guy who didn’t believe in foreplay walked in, quickly climbed on the bed and shoved his thick cock inside me, fucking me doggy style at first and then flipping me over for some missionary pounding. He was looking directly into my eyes when he flooded me with cum. He quickly pulled out and walked out, and I gradually came to after my freshly loaded trance. What I discovered next is that my visitor had not closed the door, and a half dozen guys were clustered in the hallway, apparently enjoying the view. One finally got bold enough to come inside. A second followed him and closed the door. These two apparently knew each other and began fucking in front of me. The one bent over began playing with my cum-filled sloppy hole. The one topping pulled out, rolled me on my stomach, and plowed in raw, shooting his cum in me within about 30 seconds. He grabbed his towel and left, saying to his friend, “ok, your turn,” and walking out without closing the door behind him. The second guy wanted to fuck missionary, giving me a view of the hallway where a small crowd formed again. After taking my third load, it was a steady stream of guys for about 45 minutes. Some came in me and on me; some just fucked me. I forget their faces and who did what. Except for an enormous black guy...a bit overweight for my usual taste but he sold me on his ten inch cock. It was his idea to go to the public sling to play next. After he finished inside me, some time passed before the next guy, a bearded ginger, really made my night. I like verbal guys, and he didn’t hold back. His last (very loud) words to me were “I’m coming in your ass, whore, you like that?” Those are the words I’ve heard over and over in my mind, always speeding up my orgasms in multiple jerk off sessions over the past week. The bathhouse is hit or miss, and next time I may not take as much hot cum from strangers. But that visit inspires me to go back soon, and who knows, maybe l’ll be flooded with even more creamy loads.