One Load, too many

[Philip]

TLDR: Only One Load Today, From My Partner

Summer days here in Australia make me feel quite horny. It could be the warmer weather, the longer days, or a combination of both. I wash my bottom, and my partner drops the first load into me. For a long time, my partner and I hadn’t been having sex very often. I thought it was because we had reached that point in the relationship where sex wasn’t all that important—that what mattered more was the love we had for each other. But now I think it was because we were going through a rough patch. I wasn’t into him mentally or physically. Things are getting better, though, and so is the sex.

I’m hoping his load will coat my insides for the night, but I get a stomachache soon after and have to use the toilet. That means washing out my bottom again. Later, I drive to Pipemakers Park. Sadly, there are only four cars there, which means the night is quiet. I walk around to the glory hole shed and see a man fingering the hole. He’s wearing a wedding ring, and I think to myself that it’s hot. He sucks me, and as I thrust my hips, he gets the message. The next thing I feel is his tight ass on my cock, and now I’m fucking him. This wasn’t part of the plan, I think to myself—I was planning to bottom. After a while, I pull out and leave.

I make one round through the shed. There’s only one guy there, and I’m about to leave when I catch a glimpse of someone somewhat handsome. I follow him into one of the dark sheds. We feel for each other, and I pull his pants down. Soon he’s in my mouth. More people walk in, and I take turns letting them use my mouth. Someone dressed in all black turns around and presents his ass to us, but no one pays him any attention. I think to myself that there are quite a lot of bottoms tonight. The guy I’m playing with feels for my ass, which is always a good sign. I spit on my fingers to lube myself up, and he enters me. The fucking is short, and I have another cock in my mouth the whole time. I’m not sure if he comes, but he leaves soon after.

I’m still in the shed when a guy in white with a beard tries to kiss me. His cock is below average—shorter than mine. He asks if I want his load. I say yes. He turns me around but struggles to get it in. He thrusts hard and starts humping me. Meanwhile, I’m sucking a tall guy in black. The bearded guy pushes him aside so I can focus on him, but he’s getting soft now. After a while, I stand up and tell him, “Not tonight,” and walk away. He follows me as I enter another shed where a small orgy is happening. Two guys are being fucked, and someone walks up to me. We kiss, and I end up on my knees, sucking him. He’s very rough, pushing in all the way down my throat. I gag a little before he turns me around and fucks me hard, kissing my neck and ears in a way that melts me.

The guy in white is still there, watching. Again, he pushes the rough guy aside to try and fuck me. He struggles, and the other guy is back inside me. Eventually, one of them takes me by the hand, and we walk away from the shed, away from the crowd, and away from the guy who doesn’t take no for an answer.

Outside, under the moonlight, I see that he’s Indian. We make small talk as we walk behind a large building nearby—a place I used to play many years ago. We kiss, and soon he’s inside me again. He’s very rough, pushing in balls-deep and moving me into all sorts of positions. There’s a pillow nearby, and he tells me to go on all fours. He mounts me. As I look around, with no one around but this stranger behind a random building, I feel a bit unsafe. How silly of me to follow him all the way out here. I could have died—I didn’t, of course—but it makes me think about the risks we sometimes take for sex. Perhaps it’s hotter in our imagination than it is in real life. I pretend to check my watch and tell him I have to go. Luckily, he gets the message, and we part ways.

I make one last round to the shed. It’s the same men from earlier. I follow one guy in, and he immediately shows me his bottom, but I’m feeling tired and not horny anymore. He sucks me off, but I can’t get hard. I want to fuck him badly, but I’m just not in the mood.

Driving home, I think back on the last two hours of sex. I wouldn’t say it was the best. I remember why I don’t visit Wet on Wellington anymore—a bathhouse. There were too many bottoms and too much competition. I think about the bottoms tonight. They’re fitter and more handsome than I am, so they probably got more action. It makes me realize how tough it can be to get sex sometimes. Then I think about my partner and how lucky I am to have him. With him, sex is there when we need it, along with the emotional bond that’s missing in places like this. Maybe I’ve been having too much sex lately. I think I need a break.

[xxbjn2]

8 hours ago, Philip said:

TLDR: Only One Load Today, From My Partner

Summer days here in Australia make me feel quite horny. It could be the warmer weather, the longer days, or a combination of both. I wash my bottom, and my partner drops the first load into me. For a long time, my partner and I hadn’t been having sex very often. I thought it was because we had reached that point in the relationship where sex wasn’t all that important—that what mattered more was the love we had for each other. But now I think it was because we were going through a rough patch. I wasn’t into him mentally or physically. Things are getting better, though, and so is the sex.

I’m hoping his load will coat my insides for the night, but I get a stomachache soon after and have to use the toilet. That means washing out my bottom again. Later, I drive to Pipemakers Park. Sadly, there are only four cars there, which means the night is quiet. I walk around to the glory hole shed and see a man fingering the hole. He’s wearing a wedding ring, and I think to myself that it’s hot. He sucks me, and as I thrust my hips, he gets the message. The next thing I feel is his tight ass on my cock, and now I’m fucking him. This wasn’t part of the plan, I think to myself—I was planning to bottom. After a while, I pull out and leave.

I make one round through the shed. There’s only one guy there, and I’m about to leave when I catch a glimpse of someone somewhat handsome. I follow him into one of the dark sheds. We feel for each other, and I pull his pants down. Soon he’s in my mouth. More people walk in, and I take turns letting them use my mouth. Someone dressed in all black turns around and presents his ass to us, but no one pays him any attention. I think to myself that there are quite a lot of bottoms tonight. The guy I’m playing with feels for my ass, which is always a good sign. I spit on my fingers to lube myself up, and he enters me. The fucking is short, and I have another cock in my mouth the whole time. I’m not sure if he comes, but he leaves soon after.

I’m still in the shed when a guy in white with a beard tries to kiss me. His cock is below average—shorter than mine. He asks if I want his load. I say yes. He turns me around but struggles to get it in. He thrusts hard and starts humping me. Meanwhile, I’m sucking a tall guy in black. The bearded guy pushes him aside so I can focus on him, but he’s getting soft now. After a while, I stand up and tell him, “Not tonight,” and walk away. He follows me as I enter another shed where a small orgy is happening. Two guys are being fucked, and someone walks up to me. We kiss, and I end up on my knees, sucking him. He’s very rough, pushing in all the way down my throat. I gag a little before he turns me around and fucks me hard, kissing my neck and ears in a way that melts me.

The guy in white is still there, watching. Again, he pushes the rough guy aside to try and fuck me. He struggles, and the other guy is back inside me. Eventually, one of them takes me by the hand, and we walk away from the shed, away from the crowd, and away from the guy who doesn’t take no for an answer.

Outside, under the moonlight, I see that he’s Indian. We make small talk as we walk behind a large building nearby—a place I used to play many years ago. We kiss, and soon he’s inside me again. He’s very rough, pushing in balls-deep and moving me into all sorts of positions. There’s a pillow nearby, and he tells me to go on all fours. He mounts me. As I look around, with no one around but this stranger behind a random building, I feel a bit unsafe. How silly of me to follow him all the way out here. I could have died—I didn’t, of course—but it makes me think about the risks we sometimes take for sex. Perhaps it’s hotter in our imagination than it is in real life. I pretend to check my watch and tell him I have to go. Luckily, he gets the message, and we part ways.

I make one last round to the shed. It’s the same men from earlier. I follow one guy in, and he immediately shows me his bottom, but I’m feeling tired and not horny anymore. He sucks me off, but I can’t get hard. I want to fuck him badly, but I’m just not in the mood.

Driving home, I think back on the last two hours of sex. I wouldn’t say it was the best. I remember why I don’t visit Wet on Wellington anymore—a bathhouse. There were too many bottoms and too much competition. I think about the bottoms tonight. They’re fitter and more handsome than I am, so they probably got more action. It makes me realize how tough it can be to get sex sometimes. Then I think about my partner and how lucky I am to have him. With him, sex is there when we need it, along with the emotional bond that’s missing in places like this. Maybe I’ve been having too much sex lately. I think I need a break.

So glad you're sharing your adventures again, missed reading about the fun you get up to.  I'd love to get into your hole one day.