Happy

I woke up with my usual hardon. It was a Saturday so I felt like I could lay around a bit and play with myself, so I did. I was reliving last night, with my coworker, Bob, swallowing my cock as well as a new client’s. Never had a better colleague.

But my boner was also a piss boner and I didn’t lay there long. I got up and took my leak and that released the pressure enough to lose some of the urge to stroke one out. I went to the kitchen and made myself breakfast, fueling up for my Saturday morning workout at the gym. I tried to go at least three times a week, but Saturday mornings were my most intense workouts, using the day off for longer and harder workouts.

Longer and harder, he said. Ha.

I didn’t bother with a shower, just packed some clean clothes in a bag to wear after I showered at the gym. Nothing beats a long hot shower at the gym on a Saturday. The place is busy and there’s a lot of eye candy to enjoy in the locker room.

There are regulars that I’ve seen at the gym every Saturday for months, if not years. Most of the men are unavailable for one reason or another but I had my favorites to watch. I’m bi and if pressed, I prefer women, so it’s not too much of a hardship to be denied. Besides, I mostly just like a guy to blow me, preferably and older guy. For some reason, I love to see my cock disappearing into the face of a man with grey hair. A grey beard, preferably. Who can explain sexual turn-ons? This is one of mine.

Speaking of older men, there is this gay couple who are at the gym most Saturdays, not long-timers but for a few months now at least. I’ve gotten to know them well enough to say hi and to ascertain that they are, indeed, a couple, even if the one is probably old enough to be the other’s father. May-December romances are a thing in gay circles, too. But the older one really does it for me. I know he sees me watching him and I think he’s flattered but he clearly likes them younger. I’m early 40s and have no doubt aged out of his interest range. And his partner is really too young for me, though I admit he’s a good looking guy.

“Hey, Rick, can I ask you something really personal?” The older guy of this couple almost whispered this to me by the butterfly machine. I shrugged to encourage him to continue. “Today’s my partner’s birthday. The big quarter century mark. He has a birthday wish.” I raised an eyebrow. He handed me a card with an address on it. “He wants to be the center of a bukkake party. So if you like getting your cock sucked to completion, Brent says he thinks you’re cute.” I looked over at Brent who glanced coyly at me as he did squats. “If you’re into it, come by this evening between seven and midnight and he’ll take care of you real good, I promise.”

I said something noncommittal. If he’’d said he himself would be the center of the party, I would have jumped at it, but . . . well, I didn’t rule it out, but I didn’t make any promises.

Later, in the shower, I was soaped up and sporting a semi watching a few other men in the shower, most of whom were ignoring me. Then Brent entered the shower area and chose a showerhead across the room from me. He pretty openly looked me up and down and smiled. I smiled back and turned around to rinse off the soap. He seemed like a hungry youngster. I might work up a load for him.

I had some afternoon errands to run, all the while thinking about the offer. Again, I was thinking more of the older fellow, Andy. He was really the one I wanted to feed but if he was in the room and naked, that would be enough to fuel my hardon for his partner. By six, I decided I was in. I put on gym shorts and a t-shirt and headed to the address on the card. Handwritten on the card was the instruction to enter the garage via a side door.

I got there about 7:15, hoping that was late enough to not look too eager. I went to the garage’s side door and knocked. Andy answered completely naked with a hardon bouncing.

“Rick! So glad you came!”

“I haven’t come yet,” I answered as I looked him up and down. He was a thick build man, covered in salt and pepper hair, just the sort that turns me on.

“Oh, I bet you will, though!” he laughed. “More than once!”

I looked into the room and there was Brent on his knees on a pad in the middle of the garage. A rather old gentleman was standing over him, thrusting his cock into Brent’s mouth. Blood rushed to my own cock. The older guy was thin, wiry, with just a little bit of fur, and watching him use a guy probably a third of his age was turning me on. There were three other guys in the room, all my age and older and I realized this kid had an age fetish. I’m 42 and I figured I might be the youngest in the room.

“Here are the rules, such as they are,” Andy said, handing me a sheet of paper. “Pretty simple but strict.”

The paper read:

1.       Only Brent sucks cock today. Honor his birthday wishes!

2.       He likes it deep so don’t be shy with really fucking his face!

3.       Cum in his mouth or on his head. He loves swallowing but also wants his hair plastered with jizz!

4.       Go as many times as you like or are able!

5.       Tell him happy birthday as you cum!

I looked up again and that old guy was really thrusting into Brent’s face and I see that Brent did, indeed, like to be face-fucked. He was taking it with barely any gagging and the old guy wasn’t short. I’d guess close to 8 inches and Brent was taking him to his balls. The old man held onto Brent’s head as he pushed in and out of the younger man’s throat. “Happy birthday!” he shouted as he made his final thrust and held Brent’s head close to his crotch. When the old guy pulled out, he milked a little more jizz into Brent’s hair, so Brent got a little of both his wishes with this one. I’d have to keep that in mind when it was my turn.

“Pretty damn hot little cocksucker, isn’t he?” Andy said and I just nodded. That was when I realized I was massaging my shorts and the hardon within them.

The next guy who stepped up to Brent was probably about 50. He was also pretty well hung and I looked around at the other guys. Not everyone had released their cock yet but the ones who had were all pretty impressive. I don’t have the longest cock in the world, but I’ll put my girth up against anyone’s cock. I had nothing to be ashamed of, but some of these guys had beauties.

The 50ish guy liked it slow and steady and Brent accommodated. I moved around the back to watch his ass cheeks clench as he pushed in and out. He was pretty hairy, front and back, and I wanted to rub my hands through it, particularly the fur on his ass. His slow, even rhythm was like a dance and mesmerizing to watch.

A couple more guys entered the garage and it was interesting to me how quiet everyone was except maybe some heaving breathing from some. I decided to remove my clothes but I had to be careful with touching my own cock. I was getting quite turned on and could have blown too easily. I can repeat a couple of times, usually, but I didn’t want to waste any on jacking off right now.

After the hairy 50ish guy finished with a low growl, two guys stepped up to Brent at the same time. They appeared to be a couple, or at least good friends. They looked like they’d done this before as they waved their hardons at Brent. Brent worked both with expert skill. He took as much as both of them in his mouth as he could but then he’d switch back and forth between the two. These guys were more verbal. “There you go, boy, take my buddy’s cock. Now, my turn.” “Fuck yeah, Brent, deeper.” These guys were in pretty good shape and probably shaved their bodies. I like a more natural look, but I have to say watching their lean bodies taking turns over Brent was still exciting. At this point, though, the scent of sex in the air was enough to make anyone horny. I saw the first old guy standing back, stroking his cock back to life and I thought, yeah, Brent is getting that again.

The two who were working Brent’s mouth together finally came together with the loudest roars so far in this party. One came in Brent’s mouth, the other drenched his hair with a beautiful big thick load. Brent reached up and rubbed into his hair and said a polite “thank you.” These two guys then got dressed and left, apparently satisfied with their one shot each.

I watched two other guys take their turns and then I finally stepped up for mine. By this point, Brent’s hair was pasted down with cum and his face was sticky to the touch, but that didn’t discourage me from taking it in my hands as I fed him. His eyes twinkled as he looked up to me. The kid was having a great time and while I’d rather have been feeding his partner’s face, I admit he had an expert technique on my thick meat. He pulled off once and said, “damn, you’re so thick! You’re stretching my throat!” That turned me on, susceptible as I am to compliments. I just smiled at him as I thrust in and out of his mouth. Brent’s tongue on the underside of my cock was magical and I looked up over at Andy, who stood back beaming with pride. “This guy’s amazing!” I said to Andy.

“You don’t have to tell me!” he replied. I watched Andy tugging on his own cock, probably about the length of mine but not as thick. Watching him like that pushed me over the edge and I shot into Andy mouth with a grunt. I remembered to pull out to add a final spurt to the hair tonic Brent had on his head. “Happy birthday,” I said.

More men entered and I lost count of how many cocks Brent took. The oldest guy went a second time and this time, Andy joined him, arms around each other as they made Brent take turns on their cocks. I came to realize that these two men somehow related and this somehow made the room hotter for me that it had been all evening. I almost came watching them cum but I managed to hold back.

I took three turns in all fucking tha fantastic mouth. I admired his stamina, both for his knees and his throat. After my third cum, I decided I was done for the night. I was sweaty and spent and though I watched a couple more guys feed Brent, I knew I was done.

“Where did you find all these guys?” I asked Andy as I dressed.

Andy chuckled. “Oh, we get around. We’ve been with many of these guys before, especially the old guy. He’s my uncle and he introduced me to this life years ago as soon as I became legal age. He’s an old slut and the men I didn’t bring in, he did!”

“That’s amazing,” I said, and wanted to ask more but then Andy was off to talk to some other men.

When I stepped outside, the air was cool and I’m sure I smelled of so much cum. For a minute I wondered if I might be able to go one more time, but I just shook my head and headed to my car. “Happy birthday, Brent,” I whispered as I got in my car and drove away.