A Cloudy Day

Good For Action

The red room is hit or miss. Yesterday was pretty quiet, at least when I was there. I missed one potential bottom. Aside from stroking my dick for a good half hour, I found nothing.

I figured today would be better hunting. It was 68°, cloudy, and windy. I walked into the red room to find 3 or 4 guys sitting on the benches stroking their cocks. Pretty boring, I’d say.  A tall Black guy started sucking some old man’s dick. I was better in every way, especially a bigger, thicker, harder dick, so I moved to the other side of the cock sucker. He did prefer big muscle daddy dick and started sucking my dick. It was just enough to get me super horny. He then put some lotion on his hand and started working my dick. I thought he wanted to give me a hand job and was going to ask him to stop, as I need to breed a boy. But just as I was about to ask him to stop, he asked me if I wanted to fuck him.

That was a no-brainer. I told him that’s why I was there. He positioned himself on the infamous fuck bench. I probed his ass with a finger to find it was filled with lotion and not too tight. I was able to insert my dick into his hole pretty easily. I was down to my balls almost immediately. I started fucking him pretty intensely. It felt really good.

By this time, a couple of older men who had been playing with each other’s nips and dicks had changed positions. One of them was now kneeling on the floor sucking the other guy’s dick. I had a great vantage point. This got me even hornier.

After a few minutes, a guy who had been watching me fuck the boy walked over and offered the boy his dick. The boy immediately started sucking the cock. We coordinated our thrusts so that I pulled out as the other guy pounded his skull, then I thrusted balls deep while the skull fucker pulled back.

After about 10 minutes, he said he needed a break. He got up from the fuck bench and left with the guy whose cock he was sucking. The other guy wasn’t better looking or more muscular than I am, but his dick was longer. Such is life.

There are benches on three sides of the fuck bench. I looked at a seat looking out to the hallways leading to the main room. I was stroking, stroking just a little to maintain my rock-hard erection. Several guys came in, looked around, and left. Eventually, a guy walked in and looked into the main room where I was sitting. He then walked down the other side of the hall where I connected with a bottom a few days earlier. I walked over to where he was standing. I started stroking his dick with one hand, and played with his nip with the other. I stared to reach down to work his hole. He walked further down the hall, so I followed him. I lubed my finger with spit and started probing his hole. He went further down the hall to where I’d fuck a guy the other day. I was all ready to fuck him right there when he asked if I wanted to go into the main room. I said sure. If you’ve read my previous stories, you know I love an audience. I led him into the main room with the video screens and the fuck bench. He took his position on the bench, offering me his hole.

He was pretty tight, but I was able to open him up with spit on my index finger. I put lots of spit on my dick and slowly advanced until my balls were resting against his balls. I started with slow, gentle strokes. I increased my speed and depth of my strokes. After a minute or two, he loosened up. I picked up the speed, depth, and intensity of fucking him. I started fucking him as hard as I could. Despite being older, he took quite the pounding. His moans told me he was enjoying being fucked hard and deep. I just kept pounding him as hard as I could, encouraged to continue my intense fucking.

A few guys were standing or sitting watching me fuck him. I asked the sub if he needed to suck some dick. He said yes. So I called out to my audience, “The boy needs to suck some dick. Will one of you guys feed him some dick?” None of them took me up on the offer. Were they all bottoms? Were they only looking for hand jobs?

Despite the room’s reluctance to fill the boy’s mouth, I kept fucking him. I finally bred him. I was so loud, the entire room knew. I stopped for a minute to catch my breath and resumed fucking him for another good 5 minutes. I then pulled out. There was a young guy flagging left with his room key who had walked in while I was busy satisfying the boy’s carnal needs. I looked him in the eye and said “Go for it,” while pointing at the bottom’s ass. He then explained that he was waiting to take his place on the bench when the guy who was currently there was done.

I informed him he was flagging. He had no idea that there was an established code from long before his time. He moved the key and explained he was waiting for someone to come and fuck him. I offered to help him out, but he turned me down. I guess he was waiting for someone specific.

Since there were no other takers, I went back to fucking the guy on the bench. I had about another 5 minutes in me before my dick was only semi-hard, and I was out of energy.

I headed downstairs to the gang shower. I still had my semi. I washed well. Another guy from the red room showed up and started showing as well. He’d been watching, but never did more than beat off for a few minutes. I smiled at him and said, “I hope you like the show.” I guess he was shy. He nodded yes, but didn’t utter a word. I dried off and headed back to my room. Happy Hour was apparently and I was already happy.