Friday, June 23, 2017

Piss Party Trio

Chicago--April, 2017

Less than a week after we had hung Jacob from his ankles and repeated used him, I was off to the monthly piss party in Chicago.  According to my notes—I didn’t fuck as much and I drank a lot of piss.  I mean, A LOT.  I was tanking up for later that night…but that’s a story for the next entry. 
Here are three moments of an eventful (and very wet) gathering.

It’s dark in the back corner.  I stop feeding the piss I made on the road down the throat of an old reliable.  I go and am refilling my water bottle when I notice them come in.  It is the couple I met at my first piss party, years and years ago.  (The older top had sized me up, literally hefting my hard cock which was jutting out from my damp jock.  He pointed out his slightly younger boy who was bent over in the middle of the room, taking raw dick in both his holes, only stopping to pull off the cock and open his mouth wider, when a third man pissed all over his face.  “You can do anything you like with him,” he told me.) 

I smile.  And wait for them to check their bags with the cute clothes check otter.  I wave at the top who goes over to piss on a groveling pig in the wading pool.  He gives me a thumbs up from across the room.  The good looking boy grabs a beer and takes a healthy swig on his way to me.  We embrace.  It’s the only time this man will be dry during the next four hours.

“Suck my dick.”

“Yes, Sir!”  He gets down on his knees, leaving his beer on the back bench.

I always forget how good this man is with his mouth.  I love good head, but it’s rarely going to get me off.  I am now letting a man blow me who could certainly get me there if I let him.  The suction, the tongue action, the pressure—all are perfect.  Another man about our age comes over.  Without asking he just unloads a hot flow of piss all over my cock.

The boy groans and his dick, which never gets fully hard, flickers to life for a moment. He guzzles the piss noisily until it peters out, then he goes back to sucking me.  His mouth is now so much hotter.  Literally, after the cold beer. 

I pull out and pinch his cheeks until he ovals his mouth.  I spit.  It lands on his tongue and sends a shiver of appreciation through his entire body.  I shove my cock back in him.  I take charge now.  I hold his ears and fuck his face.  He whimpers quietly—making me even harder if that’s possible.

I finally have to stop, dammit.  We are only 40 minutes into the party.  I pause and cool down by ordering him to lick my balls.  A man approaches from behind the boy groveling in front of me, licking my hairy sack.  I nod at the  man giving me a questioning look.  Piss erupts from his cock.  It covers the boy’s head.  It runs down his back.  It forms a pale yellow trail down the crack of his ass.
The piss subsides.  “Stand up and bend over.”

He grabs the bench where his beer sits, untouched, thrusting his ass at me.  I kneel and lick the stranger’s piss out of his ass crack.  I spit on his slightly open pucker.  It’s early.  I rarely fuck in the first moments of the party, but I know I’m going to stick my dick in him.  I push in, slowly, until my damp pubic hair is grinding against his piss wet ass….


“Have you met him?”

The grey haired pig standing in front of me, waves his beer in the direction of a very furry cub standing at the bar.

I tell him I haven’t.

“He comes from somewhere in Michigan.  He looks thirsty.  You should go say hello.”

I smirk, fill my water bottle and go to introduce myself. 

He is about half my age.  He is also shorter by about a head.  He is extremely furry, carrying a shade more weight than he likely wishes he did.  But he wears it well—and it just gives him more area for fur.  He has a beautifully shaped beard.  I learn he lives in a bigger city, about an hour from my home.  We exchange names—and the fact that we barely know anyone who does watersports in Michigan.  Well, our type of watersports…

We’ve talked enough.  I need to piss.  I aim it at the pouch of his jock.  He groans as I empty about half of my bladder on him.  His cock is hardening from the soaking.  I kneel and begin sucking the fabric dry.  Soon, I’m sucking his smallish dick.  He gets rock hard in my mouth.

“Let me try that monster.”

I stand.  He kneels.  I let him slobber over my dick.  He’s good.  I think about giving him the rest of my piss.  But I hold off.  I wait for his knees to tire and for him to get back up.  He turns his back to reach for his forgotten drink.  I let fly all over his ass.  He groans out the word “Fucker.”  He is so hairy it clings to him.  Every drop it seems.  Barely any hits the floor.  But my knees do.  I bury my face into the furry jungle of his ass.  Now he really groans and tells me to “Eat out my furry asscunt.”
I do.  Savoring every drop.


“Hey, guy…”

I am standing in the middle of the room.  The party is beginning to dwindle down.  The Coat Check Otter has emerged from behind the counter.  Totally naked.  And hard.

We kiss.

I suck his dick for a moment.  But he pulls me off him and drops to his knees in return.  He takes me to the root and deliberately looks up at me, with that cute face crammed with my engorged dick.  My dick head swells deep inside him—and spits out a gob of precum.  His tongue works my slit until there is no trace of it. 

He pulls off my cock, looking right at me still.  “Fuck me.”

He all but pushes me backwards to one of the high benches.   I lean against it.  This puts my cock at the perfect angle to enter his ass.  He spits on my dick one last time and impales himself on me.  He barely stops to adjust to the size.  He’s on a mission:  to get off before we are interrupted with someone needing him back at the coat check.

He grunts.  So do I.  He feels damn good.  I tell myself not to get off—I have other plans for my load tonight.  CCOtter grinds down on me.  Again.  And again.  His hand is a blur as he pleasures his dick as my cock hits every nerve in his ass.

“Fuck me.  Fuck me!”

Guys come watch the fuck.  One stands right in front of the Otter.  I know what’s coming.  A geyser of piss hoses down the boy on my cock.  From his neck to his crotch.  He is dripping piss. 

The Otter’s hand moves faster.  His ass tightens.  My cock is encased in the tight sleeve of his butt as he shoots his load into the puddle of piss on the floor in front of him.  Spurt after spurt hits the wet concrete.  I hold him.  I let him shake.  My arms tighten.  I kiss the back of his neck and tell him he’s a good boy…


Any other time, I would have given the Otter my load.  But I had other plans that night.  I was staying the night with a blog reader…

Tom of Finland....

...and the power of a good piss....

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Equipment Close-up: Suspension Stirrups

Something a little different…

I have had two different people write to me about the suspension boots which Jacob wore in the last post.  Most of the leather stores I have visited online do not carry them.  I did find them at Mr. S Leather.  (Here is the link to the store:

This is a slightly different style, but very, very similar.  With the ones owned by the guys, it was important that you had boots on for proper support.  These Suspension Stirrups are padded so they can be worn on a bare foot. 

The following pictures are all from the Mr. S website. 

You should visit the page.  There is a great video of how to put them on your partner.  And, even better, three hot videos of them in use.  

The Suspension Stirrup page is Here.

I love the Mr. S Leather website and have often visited their booth at the various leather weekends.  The instruction videos for many of their products on are great and very, very helpful.

Friday, June 16, 2017


West Michigan—April, 2107

Back before IML at the end of May, even before CLAW at the end of April, Derrick and Jacob invited me over.  We wanted, in my case needed, a meet.  We dressed in our leathers.  We sat in the study for bit, watching the collage of hot men (in every conceivable type of play) flash across their big screen television.

We talked—catching up for a bit.  But soon our cocks were swelling.  Jacob, on the floor at our feet, began investigating what was making my jock enlarge.  He sucked the two of us.  I sucked the two of them.  I rimmed Jacob’s ass.  I fucked him a little while he had Derrick in his mouth.  But we wanted the playroom.  We went downstairs.

“Are you going to show me what you wrote about on your Tumblr?”  I ask Jacob.

“Do you want me to?”


 Derrick gets busy finding the equipment necessary.  I tell Jacob to get on the fuck bench which is across from their sling.  He lies on his back—balancing on the top piece.  I kneel and taste the hole I’ve just fucked.

It’s sweet and wet.  Jacob moans.  I ram my tongue into him harder.

“Take my dick.”  I stand up and insert.  Derrick starts snapping pictures.

I long dick him for the camera.

I love watching his face. 

I love watching his expression tell me exactly how my big dick is making his ass feel. 

I lean over and kiss him.  That is even better.

Derrick brings over a pair of suspension boots—wide bands of leather with a complicated series of buckles.  I watch as he fastens them around the ankles of the man he loves. 

Jacob moves to the sling.  We hook the boots to the sling chains at the foot end of the sling.  Jacob pulls himself up on the same chains.  We unclip the front chains of the sling so it hangs straight down.  We hold on to Jacob.  He grabs some support bars on the boots.  He is now hanging so it looks like he is in a sling, but there is no sling there.  I move in and fuck him.

Soon we support him again and he lets go.   We lower him until he is suspended by his ankles.

And his ass in totally on display and vulnerable.

I rim him, tasting all the ass juice I have helped create.

I fuck him.  Again.

It’s a whole new feeling.  Jacob moans loudly.

Derrick brings over a baseball bat.  He greases it up as I pull my dick out of Jacob.  He hands it to me.

The bat goes in.  Way more than I would have thought.

I fuck him with it and Derrick records it all.


We get him down pretty fast after that—the blood really runs to the head—but his yoga training helps.  We get the sling back up.

 I fuck Jacob some more. 

I can’t stop watching his face.

I fuck, then and insert a hand.  Once, twice, three times.  He explodes.


It’s Derrick’s turn in the sling.

I rim him.  Jacob is panting and in recovery on the couch. 

As soon as I start to fuck, he comes back to us and works Derrick’s nipples.  And smothers Derrick’s nose and open mouth with his sweaty pits.

I fuck and Derrick beats his meat.

For whatever reason, I add a finger alongside my dick.

And another.  Derrick moans.

I pull my dick out and my entire left hand goes into him.


I’m in shock. How did I not know he likes a hand up his ass?

I work his butt until he explodes…and I follow suit, deep inside him.

And a note:  Jacob loved these pictures so much he told me to go ahead and use them, full face and all.  Thank you. 

Thursday, June 15, 2017

A FP Preview

I'm working on a post about Derrick and I using Jacob.  

And in a way that I have never done with anyone.

And if that statement doesn't pique your interest, check your pulse.

And a tease shot--of getting that hot ass ready in a very traditional way...

And, yeah.....there are pictures!

Monday, June 12, 2017

Bookstore Potpourri

Near Home—June, 2017

I still have a few exploits to chronicle from April.  And a few more from May.  Both being interrupted by the two leather weekends.  I started the oldest one—but somehow my reaction to sex after coming back from IML seemed more important.  So here it is.

Many of you know that my summers are mostly about work.  I have to really put sex on the back burner.  I even have to take down and close the playroom.  But this first Friday of June I had off.  I went to the bookstore closest to me.  After all the fucking—the glorious fucking of IML—I really wanted to suck cock—something that I had done only in passing during the leather weekend.

I paid for the two theatres.  It was an odd crowd.  After a weekend of some of the hottest men from around the world, after looking around, I’m made very aware of how provincial our corner of west Michigan is.  But there were certainly men I would have done.  But I made the mistake of taking my cock out.

I’m on gay side.  A man I always fuck is there.  He sees me and unzips.  I hunker down and suck his sizable cock.  This is just what I want.

“Fuck him.”  It’s a pushy Ginger I know from previous visits.  “He doesn’t want his cock sucked.  He wants your big dick in his ass.”

I roll my eyes at the man in my mouth, but he stands up and kneels on a chair.  I eat his ass.  I start to enter him, but the angle is all wrong.  He’s way too low—but since the Ginger has stuck his cock in the guy’s mouth, I can’t move him to the right position.  I fuck on a steep upward angle—and finally give up.

I jerk in the straight room.  There is now only one man who doesn’t look promising.  He takes a look at my dick, stands up, drops his pants and presents me with his ass trimmed in a bright pink thong.  I flee.

I go back to the gay side.  The Ginger is still there.  “Eat my ass like you did him.”  He kneels on the same chair of the aborted fuck.  It looks inviting—round and terrifically hairy.  But he, shall we say, is not prepared.  I beg off and go looking for dick to suck.


I find the cock.  It belongs to a bisexual guy I have watched play with women there many times, and have sucked him when we are all alone.  He is good looking, a regular at a gym, late 30’s and he is now standing against the back wall beating his meat.  I kneel in front of him.  But there are other guys there.  He won’t let me suck his cock, just lick his balls.  I work my hand between his legs and up to his ass.  Eventually I work three fingers into him.  That seems fine in front of those men, but my mouth can only stay on his nuts.

Eventually I watch him play with a good looking woman who comes for bukkake—often filmed by her encouraging husband.  The bi-guy has two loads for her.

I go home.  Avoiding a Latino who asks for a fuck—but who will not clean out.  As that’s too gay.


I am so pissed at how bad the session was, I make time on the next Sunday afternoon to go back.

I get just what I need.  An obnoxious man I know from online loves my mouth.  He gives me my first load.

The second comes on the gay side from a man who looks like he’s come directly from yard work.  He takes a minute and a half before blasting the inside of my mouth. 

I begin playing with a married man of my age on the couch as we beat our respective meats to good straight porn.  At first he doesn’t want me to suck his cock.  But once I lick his balls he reconsiders.  A third man joins us—and once that guy lets the married man hold onto his hard cock—I get load number three down my gullet.

The fourth is the guy who joined us.  It takes a finger up his straight butt to get him to unload in me.  Another sex starved man—shooting gallons into my mouth.

During that final cocksucking, a trucker type comes in.  He sits as far away as possible from us.  Only once does he glance at me on my knees before he goes back to viewing the film.  After the fourth guy leaves, we are alone in the theatre.  He never turns, never acknowledges me beating my cock on the couch to the same movie.

He eventually gets up and leaves.  I’m alone.  I think I hear sounds through the wall from the gay side.  I do myself up and leave.  Just outside the door the trucker is waiting.  He walks to the private rental booth where I fuck the Footballer.  He enters and beckons me to follow.  By the time I get in the door, his fly is open and his three inch cock is sticking out.  Without a word from either of us, I am on my knees.  He sprays the back of my throat 30 seconds after I wrap my lips around him.

I go home happy.

I have gotten my cock sucking fix.  

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

IML: The Cum Dumps "Exposed"

Chicago--May, 2017

I decide not to shoot manually…I have other plans for a load that didn’t get planted in the great asses of the afternoon…

I leave Marco and Tod in each other’s arms on the bed watching television.  I head to the host hotel.  If Marco’s hole is done for the night, I really don’t want to jerk off for my final cum of the weekend. I go back to the cumdumps on the 11th floor.  Others had great pictures on BBRT, but I love that these guys just post their room number in their ad.  No need to write.  Just show up and fuck.  And it feels like good symmetry.  I had seeded the new guy on that first night.  It seems only right that I give Cowboy Boots a load to even it out.

You can’t miss the door now:

I go in, squeezing my cock through my jeans.  It’s down to just the two of them tonight on the bed.  They are both on all fours, side by side, and looking at their phones. 

Cowboy Boots looks up.  “Hey, good to see you.  I was hoping you’d be back.”

I don’t even strip down. I just open my jeans.  I kneel and start licking at the younger man’s hole.  I can taste some stray jizz.  I lick and swallow it down.  I stick my dick into him.

“Damn, you are big,” he grunts out.

This makes me fuck harder.  He knows just how to push my buttons.

I pull out of him.  My cock is coated with seed.

“Here you go,” I tell Cowboy Boots.  “Cum right from his ass.”  I stick it into his puffy hole.  No rimming, no opening of his butt necessary.  They are both wide open, working manholes at this point.
I fuck CB hard.  Only then do I kneel and taste all the stray cum leaking out of him.

I go back to the man with the ballcap.  Then, as I switch it up again, the top I know from the piss party comes in.  He quickly gives the young man a load.

I felch a little and fuck the remains deep inside his guts.

A handsome, drunk Black man enters.  It takes a while—but he gives each man a load.

I fuck in those, too.  Each ass is now creamier and making very wet sounds as I fuck.

“You should get a picture of your asses, side by side,” I tell them.

“Will you use them in your blog?”  CB asks.

“If you’ll let me.”

“Hell yes.  Tell the world we’re load takers.”

I snap a picture.

And I deposit my load into Cowboy Boots.  After hours of fucking, I am finally shooting.  It has to be a big load out of my overworked balls.

He tells me his load count is in the 90’s.  His friend’s is in the 70’s. (Having started a day later!!)

I never did find out what the final count was—maybe he’ll let me know when he reads this!


I went home and slept with Marco and Tod.  Tod jerked out one more load for me to swallow before hitting the road—and we began to pack for the trip home.

Here are their profiles on BBRT:

And other shots he included in his email.   Thanks guys—you were great!