Fred settled onto his knees and took the cock in. The size made deep-throat unnecessary; Fred could work all of the length available through the hole without stress — which was good, because Fred didn’t know how to go deep, anyway. The dude gave great head, so Fred gave back his best, hoping that he would last long enough that when Fred hit the equal time point and backed off, he would be primed and not wander off, but go back to work on Fred’s aching rod. Fred got into it again, licking and sucking, distancing himself just enough to keep track of time, but otherwise enjoying himself. When he considered that he’d given equal time — and a touch more — he backed off and stood.
The guy hung out there for a few seconds, then getting the hint, withdrew. Fred stepped up and stuck his cock through the hole — but nothing happened. Fred hung out for a half a minute or so, but got nothing, so he backed out and bent to find out if the suit had gone, leaving them both hanging…
The guy was there, jacking himself, bent to the hole like Fred was. A sibiliant whisper came through the hole, "Finish me, and I’ll reciprocate…"
Yeah, right! Fred thought — but the other guy was driving, more or less. He had the booth, and if he wouldn’t do anything for Fred, they were both wasting their time. On the other hand, in the unlikely event the dude wasn’t lying … The cock came through about then, and it was decision time — and Fred made the default decision, sucking it in, massaging it with his thick lips.
This one was lost, so he might as well enjoy it. He went to work on the stiff white cock, licking and sucking and bobbing on it as far as the wall allowed. White dick was kind of a fantasy thing for Fred — kind of a role-reversal thing. Fred had half-again as much cock, but there was something mental out there that grabbed him when he worked one. Besides, they were almost always incredibly stiff — only gooks were stiffer, and they tended to be smaller, too.
It took three or four minutes, but the suit’s cock swelled and started to pulse. Fred made a split-second decision to take his load, rather than just let him shoot on the floor, and he let the guy squirt into his mouth, enjoying the feel of the guy’s cock head swelling and the underside of his rod pulsing as it pumped his jizz into Fred’s waiting mouth. When it was over, Fred backed off and spat the cum into a corner, then came back to add a bit, knowing the dude would be sensitive after dumping his load.
In a moment, the guy withdrew, and Fred shifted to look through the hole, expecting to see the dude packing his shit away and getting ready to leave him high and dry. Instead, he saw lips — lips that whispered, "That was even better than expected. I shall have to give you … something special…"
The dude made Fred nervous, but he’d paid for some head, so … He stood up and stuck his dick through the hole. That hot mouth was right there, and if anything, better than before; Fred luxuriated in the feel of the suit’s tongue and lips on his painfully stiff meat. The suck went on for half a minute or so, with Fred enjoying it more and more — then the dude backed off, while holding onto Fred’s stiff dick. Various images flitted through Fred’s mind in that moment — the foremost being the slash of a straight-razor — but it ended fairly quickly with the feel of his meat being inserted somewhere incredibly tight…
The realization hit Fred like a thunderbolt — he was in the suit’s ass! Jeezus! This was the reason Fred carried a rubber to these little parties — but it had been only a fantasy until now! The suit held him while he backed onto him, then pulled off — once, twice, three times — then he held still, his ass against the partition.
Fred didn’t need any instruction; he went nuts, hammering himself against the partition, driving his cock into the asshole on the far side. Control was out the window; Fred got in maybe thirty strokes before his cock swelled and his balls started jumping and he buried himself as deep in the suit’s colon as the partition would allow and poured his jizz into the suit’s guts in long, hard pulses.
It was fucking GREAT! Fred hadn’t cum like that in a long time — the whole fantasy thing just blew his mind, and made for a nut that he was going to measure other experiences against for some time. His hose pulsed and pulsed, long after it had stopped making deliveries — and it was all good!
Finally, he staggered back and dropped to his knees to confirm what he was already certain of — and sure enough, an open asshole, drooling his jizz, was there in front of him for a moment before the suit stood to pull up his pants. Fred got up and started tucking himself away, intent on getting an eye on this guy, vague thoughts of doing things — more things, other things — but the door to the next booth banged before he could get himself tucked away. Fred closed the gloryhole and came out of the booth and headed for his pickup, his mind awash. This was almost it — the big one — the thing that had pleased him but scared him into avoiding the group that had contained the guy who had led HIM to be the one with a cock pumping in his ass, that day in the sauna…
Chapter 45
Posted: March 25, 2009 - 07:10:11 pm
Fred sat in his truck, remembering the events that led to his peculiar interest in the other thing…
It was a big group, fairly well organized, with a decent mix of males and females and a nice place to go — a local gym rented itself out for private parties. There was more to it than that, undoubtedly — they had mattresses instead of just mats, and things were organized into different areas in a way that said that the gym owner was undoubtedly a member — but so what? Fred and Louise got an invitation via a friend in another group and paid a small initiation fee; there was an interview process, too, but they were already in a couple of groups, so they sailed through.
Fred liked it; once you got your clothes off and started wandering, a lot of female eyes followed you looking for a big, black dick. You could insert yourself just about anywhere, too, which was good and bad, in Fred’s opinion. The first weekly meeting was hot because they were new; the second tailed off a bit — but there was still plenty to go around; some of the bitches seemed to welcome having more than one dick at a time, too. On the third trip, he and Louise were cruising one of the locker rooms when a hot little brunette reached up and grabbed his dick; he glanced at Louise, but she was also being hauled on by a chick on the other side of the bench from him, so they agreed using eye-contact to go separate ways … He got into a sixty-nine with the little bitch that went on until he realized she was sitting upright on his face, so the mouth on his cock couldn’t be hers … He boosted her up and took a look, and the head he saw the top of had a crew cut.
Fred wanted to freak, but the dude gave hellacious head; Fred just couldn’t tear himself away — so he used the brunette as an excuse, reaming her until she bounced up to kiss him while taking a dick, doggie-style. At that point, Fred couldn’t ignore things.
The dude figured out he was made, probably from Fred’s stomach muscles tightening up as he raised up to look, so he looked up and grinned. "You gonna freak on me? This is an open group…"
"I’m straight, Man."
"Your dick isn’t," the dude replied. "It was lovin' it." He glanced around. "Chicks can’t give great head — they don’t know how it FEELS…"
"You’re right about that!" the brunette panted, rubbing Fred’s chest while another dude long-stroked her. "You guys suck at eating pussy, too, usually — although YOU did a pretty good job!"