Pardon my not being naked for this- I’ve just gotten settled after ten hours’ travel. But I’ve got a good story to tell, so if you’re inclined, you can rub my feet while your favorite low-calorie dad substitute tells you what he got up to in London.

I was talking with a guy online- boyish and a little shy, but kept sending me photos of his smooth exposed hole with stories of who’d cum in it the night before. Of course I wanted to fuck him (and I shot several loads on the thought of his smile while his hole milked my cock), but more than that I wanted to hear other men unloading inside him, to hold him back against my chest and whisper encouragement as a bigger, unseen cock shoves into his guts.

We met at Sweatbox, a gay sauna in the city. We sat in the lounge, talked, got to know each other. I’d been by the day before to get a feel for where the good spots were and I’d found what liked. I led him down two flights of stairs to a semi-public space- a raised platform in a small room where he could be face-down, ass-up while I stood and delivered my meat. I left the door open and got to work opening him up. He needed to be loosened and relaxed for the gauntlet I was about to put him through.

It’s hard to get action started in a bathhouse. It’s a game of conquest- everybody is hesitant to pick a partner in case there was a better one around the corner. But when you DO get going, everybody wants a piece of it. I was counting on this, and within a minute of my being inside him there were a few men standing, watching, stroking their cocks. I pulled out, looked at one of the guys and gestured to the hole. “You want a turn?”

The first two guys came within a couple minutes, grunting and pumping hard. I only knew they came from the way it dribbled out of my boy after. I was ready for a bigger show and found a sling in a caged room— anybody could watch, but folks could only come in when I opened the door for them. I took some time to decide who was the hungriest, whose cock would challenge my boy the right amount, who would make him feel hot and strong if they gave him his seed.

I’m proud of how he did. And maybe more important- I loved it. I’ve been a power bottom cumdump so many times and I know hot to get it for myself, but I’m ready to get off on coaching hungry, obedient holes through it. I’ll be exploring that for myself more this winter. I’m taking as guidance something my good boy said as I first walked him down into the basement. I asked him how he wanted to get started, and he answered,

“I don’t want to have to make any decisions tonight.”

Mm. I can help you do that, bud.