OINK OINK PIGGY WEEK IS HERE After a long break due to Covid and the closure of Steamworks, I eventually made my way back to the land of c***. I had missed being somewhere that I could get all the d*** I wanted in one spot. I went on a Tuesday as not only do I get in free, but most older men that are into younger come on this day as well. I can’t say that I wasn’t a little disappointed with the decrease in activity but it was to be expected with everything going on but I was determined to still have a good time.

First stop, I always like to begin in the steam room just to get a little warmed up. It turns me on just to be around other naked men, the feelings you get when you see another c*** are some of my most favorite feelings. I sat and watched as the man across from me had his c*** sucked. The guy giving him the b****** was a real pro too, taking his entire length with ease. I have gotten better at deepthroating but still was not at that kind of level. I was getting beyond h**** looking at this and luckily another guy walked, he looked at me watching the two. I stared at his towel and then back at him. Without any words he dropped his towel and moved in front of my face.

Finally, what I was waiting for. I took his c*** swiftly in my mouth, soft now but not for long. He had a nice girth to him, filled my mouth up nicely. I’ve always had a thing for older gentleman and this stud was no exception. He grabbed the sides of my face and started facefucking me with vigor. Drool was dripping down my face and I was starting to tear up but I loved it. He took his c*** out, smearing his pre-c** all over my face, bent down, and told me to meet him in his room.

I stopped by my locker first to grab some lube and poppers before making my way upstairs. This man looked to be mid-forties, double my age and I loved it. I caught up to him as he was unlocking his door, we stumbled in, his hands already moving around my body. I was drunk with lust; it had been so long since I had another c*** in my life besides my own. I pushed him into the bed, took a good hit of poppers, and sucked that c*** like I was trying to drink from the fountain of youth.

I knew what I wanted and I needed it then. I made sure to go all the way down to get him as hard as could be then flipped around on my back while telling him to f*** me like the c*** hungry w**** I was. However, he had other plans. Before I knew it his hand was clenched around my thigh, I heard a grunt, and felt his warm c** spraying all over my hole. He took his c*** and spread his c** around, quickly inserting the head in and out of my a** a bit but was too spent to give the f****** I needed.

I left his room, happy that I helped him c** but even more s******* frustrated than when I arrived. I walked around a bit but it was sadly quite empty. I figured that to kill a little time I would go to the gloryhole ramp and let someone work my c*** for a bit. There was one man standing beneath, waiting for me to put my c*** through, and as soon as I did he engulfed me, eager as ever. It was not the best b****** I’ve ever gotten, but his eagerness to please helped.

I was beginning to get ready to move on when I felt a hand on my a**. So of course, I stayed. The hand felt rough, a worker’s hand, I loved that. His grip tightened as he squeezed each cheek before giving me a nice smack. I did not even know who this man looked like but it made his movements that much hotter. The next thing I felt was not a hand but a head, sliding up and down my a**, circling my hole. Thanks to the c** and lube I was wet ‘n ready.

I felt a push and a pop and just like that I was being fucked. The c*** wasn’t the biggest and the mouth wasn’t the best but put together I was on cloud nine. I took a nice hit of poppers, let my mind float away, just enjoying the state of bliss I was in. The grunt of the man behind me in my ear, the slurping noises of the man servicing my c***, absolute best of both worlds. One of my most favorite things is watching other people pass. I love being watched. Having people stop by and just watch me get fucked and sucked is so hot, makes me feel like a piece of meat and all these hungry people passing by want a taste. All good things must come to an end though and quicker than I would have liked, I once again felt the tense grip, a nice loud sigh, and c** was beginning to fill me up.

He stayed in me for a bit before pulling out, I eventually moved away from the man below the rails as well. I thanked the guy below then turned around to see who had been f****** me for the last several minutes. It was a nice looking older Mexican man; he had a nice build and some scruff on his face. I kissed him on the cheek and whispered my thanks into his ear. You know when you try to scratch an itch and you can just barely reach it, the initial scratch feels nice but makes it overall feel much itchier? That’s how I felt, his c*** was nice, but holy hell, I need to get fucked good and NOW.

For as little people as there was there, I got extremely lucky. I walked past a door and noticed a VERY nice-looking c***. Of course, I didn’t stop on my first time around and had to go back for a double take. This time I made sure to stop in the doorway to get a good look. The man in the room was lying splayed on his bed, c*** to the side, and lemme say that was one of the nicest c**** I have seen. The man himself seemed to be upper fifties to early sixties, he was bigger with a nice round belly and hairy chest, nice scruff on the face, and a few wisps of hair still hanging around. Now most people are not into older men that look like this but in my head I had just hit the damn jackpot not to mention he fucked me good. Anyways, I asked if he could use some company to which he replied of course. I moved into the room and shut the door behind me.

I moved onto the bed and wasted no time getting in between his legs. Lifting up his c***, I stroked it while sucking on his balls. He had these big hands and stroked my head as I played with his c***, making me feel that much more submissive. We made some small talk and eventually found out that he comes almost exclusively on Tuesdays to f*** young guys like me. I was already insanely h****, but this dialed me up to 11. I continued to work his c***, using my mouth to discover all of him, listening to his moans and affirmations. I went all the way down and he took his hand and held me there, normally it’s too much for me but I held myself pretty good. He began to buck into me and tears streaked down my face as I gagged. Nothing better than being put in your place.

Removing his c***, he looked up at me and said, “Sit on it.” I have had very few experiences in which I’ve actually gotten to ride a d*** so I was pretty excited. I positioned myself over him and lowered onto his pole, swear we were matching puzzle pieces the way his c*** made its way inside me. I knew he was big because when I went all the way down I felt that kind of pressure where it hurts but feels good? If that makes sense, maybe other bottoms will relate. I was moving my a** up and down on him, bending close so we could make out as we fucked. He grabbed my a** with both hands and started jackhammering into me, I swear I had never leaked as much as I did right then. I was practically yelling for him to drill me at that point, screaming at him to “F*** me like you mean it, DADDY,” and how my hole was his in this moment, that right now I was his s*** to use. People must have heard us having this bomb a** s** because the door handle would jiggle every now and then.

He flipped me over onto my stomach and entered me while I was lying down. I simply took a hit of poppers and backed my a** into him. This. This right here is where I was meant to be, face down on a bed while someone uses my hole for their pleasure. I could have stayed there for hours. Daddy lifted me up onto all fours and started to f*** me doggy. If I thought he was getting deep before, he was getting into my damn STOMACH now. I moaned like a b**** in heat, this c*** was just too good. I watched in the mirror as this man possibly three times my age destroyed me.

One of my favorite positions is missionary because I like to put my feet on the shoulders so the person f****** me can start bending me back like a damn pretzel. This f****** daddy of a man made sure to take care of me in this position. He pushed my legs back and ate my hole while I moaned his name. He punished me, made me beg for that c***, made it known to me that I would always be a servant to other men, told me I was going to take his c** because I was nothing more than a hole for him to use. His degrading only turned me on more and I needed that c***. I reached around and pulled him into me, felt him enter my hole, took one strong hit of my poppers, and got ready for the finale. I began saying the dirtiest things I have ever said in my life to this man, I wanted him to f*** me hard, I NEEDED him to. I felt along his hairy chest and put my hands around his neck as he thrust into me. My head was spinning, his picked up the pace, reached out and started to stroke my c***. That was it. That was the switch for me. I started c****** like a fire hose, covering my chest, hitting myself in the face, I was moaning obnoxiously loud but I didn’t care. Daddy started to c** at the same time, he let out a nice roar, pushed into me as far as he could go and unloaded his sweet, sweet c** into me.

I felt wet, I felt empty, I felt violated (in a good way) after this f******. I scooped some of the c** dripping from me and put it in my mouth, couldn’t waste it right. I dropped down and licked him clean, tasting his c** and that of those before him. He spooned for a bit, felt his nice big member nestled between me. If I wasn’t discreet I would have asked for his number but hopefully I’ll just see him there again. Until next time.