Friday, December 28, 2012

FP on the Road

I had such grandiose plans.  After all, I was alone in my Dad’s house for five days over Christmas.  I could do a post every day.  Ok, every other day.  That would almost finish up my time in Tennessee. 

And the result?  I got one post done the day I arrived. 
And the one play session I'd arranged fizzled.  Happy Holidays, indeed.
Christmas with my family is exhausting.  I had not been able to do much to get ready for it before the 22nd due to work.  When I got to town, I found my Dad had forgotten it was December.  So I needed to do it all for both of us. 

I am just now recovering from it all.
So I’ll take this opportunity to thank my readers for their patience. 

I will also say that, if the weather is good, I will be going to Chicago for my traditional New Year’s Eve fuckfest.
Also--my work takes me to upstate New York for most of the month of January.  Are there readers in the area of Binghamton that need to get fucked?

And Happy New Year.  I hope all my readers have a great 2013.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Serving (and Servicing) His Country

Nashville—November, 2012

After I’d arrived in town, I contented myself with a little cruising in the park.   And I was fine with that.  The same bottom who had hosted a sex party upon my arrival in town last year was doing so again at the end of my first week there.  I took my sling and rimseat and set them up in the cluttered living room of his one story bungalow on the east side of town.  He had another sling set up in the bedroom.  The bed looked ready for guys.  The couch in the living room had been covered with old sheets and pillows which spilled onto the floor, creating an inviting sex pit.
I stripped to my jock and boots.  My naked host sank to his knees.  And the doorbell rang.  It was quite a diverse group of daddies who kept trouping through the door:  A big bear of a versatile fist pig; a leatherman who remained fully clothed for the entire event—just baring his cock at the right moment; a hot muscle daddy who loved to eat ass—but tended to take that literally by chewing on it, not licking; a nicely muscled top; a shaved headed versatile who was at home with his cock in one guy and my cock in his ass. We all played well with each other.  The fist pig loaded the host almost instantly—so we could all fuck in his load while he went on to getting a hand up his own ass.  Men were on the bed, on the couch, in my sling.  In the first 30 minutes, everyone sucked cock, fucked a willing ass, ate hole or stroked while watching the sling. 

Then it all changed when the final guest arrived.  I don’t remember who opened the door—I know it wasn’t me, for I was driving my cock into my host when he came in.  He was maybe 28.  Everyone had seen his profile on BBRT.  He used the branch of the service in which he was serving as part of his screen name, leaving no doubt to what he did.  His main picture showed his bubble butt emerging from his regulation camouflage…

 I look up from the ass I’m pummeling.
“Hi,” says the new arrival. “I’m here for Daddy cock.  I want to go back to base dripping.”

The leatherman moves to him instantly and gets him out of his clothes.  The boy is on his back on the couch, holding his ankles.  He has a magnificent ass.  The rest of him is worked out but certainly not ripped.  The leatherman undoes his cod piece as he kneels, tastes the hole in front of him and enters him roughly.  My host signals me to stop.  He wants to watch this.  The leatherman lasts about five strokes before he cums noisily. He pulls out, wanting to kiss the boy, who will have none of it.
The muscle top is there.  He dives in to taste the load left by the leatherman.  He enters him, He fucks his big cock into him— hard.  He’s frothing the hole.  I see him reach down and twist his own balls so he won’t cum too fast.  He pulls out reluctantly.

The ass chewer is in him next.  He ignores the frothing hole and just shoves his cock in.  “Shit!” he crows.  He fucks and bucks against the upturned ass.  He loads him in no time.

The host takes a turn.  He takes longer, but he loads him, too.  Then goes off with the muscle top into the bed room to get loaded himself.
The fist pig takes a turn, but I don’t think he can cum again so fast.

Then the shaved headed versatile.  He slips his big cock in.  He knows how to fuck.  I have the fist pig in the sling, but I’m watching the action on the couch, too .  I enter my man, as the versatile guy asks the bottom to get on his knees.  He does, holding onto the back of the couch.  I see that shaved head bury itself in that mound of ass.  I am slamming my guy hard, twisting his nipples, yet we are both watching the young one beg for cock.  And he gets it.  The vers slides into him.  His strokes are deep and powerful.  The sound of his pelvis slapping against the serviceman’s ass fills the small room.  Shaved Head begins grunting loudly.  It’s all over.  I pull out of my man.  He nods.  He knows my screen name.  “Go clean him up,” he tells me.
The cum from his ass is dripping onto the sheet.  The leatherman holds him in place as I kneel and taste the combined loads in that military ass.  It’s my turn to make some sort of incoherent noise in the back of my throat.  It’s an amazing mixture.  I slip in.

“Oh, God.  Fuck me Daddy.”
I do.  I pound him.  He has amazing muscles back there.  He’s milking me.  I have to work hard not to cum myself.  I slow for a moment---then surprise him with a redoubled attack.  I fuck until he finally asks for a break.  He goes into the bedroom—where we can all hear the host riding the muscle top.  I get the shaved head guy into the sling and begin a lengthy rim and fuck of his hairy ass.

A good thirty minutes go by.  The versatile guy asks for a break.
The military boy is dressed.  I catch his arm as he passes.  “You leaving?”  I ask.

He nods.  “Early day tomorrow.”
“You don’t have my load.”

His clothes are back off in no time.  I get him into the sling.  The guys ring it.  Some playing with his nips, some stroking his chest.  The versatile guy with the shaved head gets under the sling to lick my balls as I fuck.  The host buckles those military wrists into the restraints on the chains above his head.
I stick my cock in the open mouth under the sling.  “Get me wet.”  He does.  I take it out of his mouth and guide it into the perfect ass in front of me.

“Yes,” he moans around the cock of the Ass Chewer, which all but fills his mouth.
I fuck and fuck.  I pull it out and let the man under me taste the froth of cum I’ve pulled out of his ass.  I push it back in.  I fuck more, pull out, push Shaved Heads’ upturned face into my nuts.  “Clean those off,” I bark.  He does.  He wiggles around and spits the juice back into the military butt.  Then reaches up and guides my dick into the dripping hole. 

I thrust deep. 

“Breed him,” hisses Shaved Head. 
“You want one last load, boy?”

“Yes.  Breed me.”

“Breed me, sir.  Fuckin’ breed me, Sir!”
I look down at him—this young man serving his country and serving every man in the room. 

I shoot.  A three day load goes up him.  I hold in his milking ass cunt for a long time.  Shaking.  Then I pull out, knowing Shaved Head will clean me up.  He does, though I can barely let him do it, I’m so sensitive.  I tap his head, and He turns away from me and into the dripping hole.  I let him lap at it.  I kneel next to him.  He kisses me wetly, working some of the combined loads into my mouth.
We rise. 

“Now,” I say, slapping his ass, “Take that back to your Sergeant.” 
His handsome face breaks into a grin. 

And, for all I know, he does.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Piss Party Rutting

Chicago—December, 2012

Ryan loved the piss play he and I had with Bill.  It was almost inevitable that he would come along to the big Chicago piss party.  I was pleased that it was sooner, rather than later.
We were among the first to be let into the back bar.  We stripped and bagged our clothes.  We each gulped at our water as I pointed out various guys I knew…

I sink to my knees and work Ryan’s cock out of his jock.  As he begins to swell in my mouth, Ryan pulls out and pulls me up.  We kiss.  He goes down on me.  A guy I often see at the party, who whores his boy out to the room, approaches.  He and I make small talk as Ryan goes to town on my cock.  Eventually I reach down and re-direct his mouth onto my friend’s hardening dick.  He sighs.  “Hell, he’s good,” he tells the room. Ryan grunts. I piss on my friend’s cock for Ryan to lick clean.  He picks up speed and slurps noisily. I kneel and share it with him.  The cock slips from his mouth to mine and back again.  We face each other and let my friend fuck between our two sets of lips and our two ever moving tongues.  A guy arrives from the pool to piss on Ryan.  My friend stops thrusting, telling us it’s “way too early to get off.”  I rise and put my cock back in Ryan’s mouth—the new man directs his piss onto my dick.  Again, Ryan slurps it down greedily.

We refill our water bottles at the bar.  The space is filling up with horny pigs—men of all possible types.  I go off to fuck the partner of the man we just sucked.  He’s hanging out in the back corner, where he can bend over a stool to show off his ass.  He sucks me for a moment before he stands and presents his perfectly proportioned ass to me.  I rim.  He has already had two cocks up him in the first 30 minutes.  I can taste it, though I’m pretty sure there is no load in there yet.  I work my cock into his hole.  It’s one long smooth glide until my pubes grind against his beautiful ass.  He grunts:  “You’re always bigger than I remember.”  That makes me fuck him even harder.  Remember my cock, dammit….
I glance to where I left Ryan sitting and jerking.  A man is bouncing on his cock, gruntingly loudly. I fuck harder yet, and swat his ass.  “Clean my cock.”  I pull out of his ass.  My boy swivels around and lovingly tastes his ass, my precum, and conceivably the precum from the previous two guys.  He stands up.  I kiss him and send him back to his partner, who’s fucking in the opposite dark corner.

I sit against the side wall and stroke, watching all the wet action.  The perfect bear walks over.  An old friend.  We smile.  We say hello. He spits on my cock and settles his wide, furry ass down on it.  I reach around and find his nipples in a forest of salt and pepper fur.  His ass squeezes my cock in time with my twists of his nips.  Ryan is a couple of guys away, watching, idly playing with himself and the guy between us.  The guy from the pool again makes a bee line to Ryan and hoses him down without asking.  Ryan just beats his meat harder as the piss splashes on his cock.

Hours later. 
I kneeling, drinking piss. Straight from the tap.  It’s hot and endless.  As my feeder finishes, he pulls out and another guy pushes into my mouth.  Someone else lets fly on my chest and my super hard cock. When the hoser stops, another guy starts up—aiming for the cock in my mouth.  I close my eyes.  And luxuriate in the sensory overload.

Later yet. 
I watch a young man in a rubber singlet fuck---and then obviously piss fuck—the handsomest man in the room.  The drop dead gorgeous guy is dressed in an ass-less neoprene wet suit.  His olive skin looks even darker in the dim light. His Hebraic profile and dark curly hair and beard make my cock drool.  And I know him.  It has to be.  I get up and go over.  Yup, it’s David who I met at MAL in DC and then played with in a fabulously endless night at Steamworks here in Chicago.  David pulls off the guy fucking him, and comes to meet me. 

We kiss.  “Fuck my piss filled ass.”  I don’t need another word.  He bends over, grabbing the partition to steady himself.  My cock slips up him.  His canal is so fucking hot.  A young guy comes over to watch.  He steps up onto the side bench and showers David’s back.  It runs down the crack of his ass and over my pistoning cock.  I fuck his piss into David.  The young man finally winds down his piss, jumps off the bench and squirms under us on the wet, sloppy floor.  Suddenly his tongue is on my ball sack.  Then on my shaft as it goes in and out of David’s ass.  He is grunting, as he slurps the piss and the ass juice off my cock.  Suddenly he grunts even louder.  He’s shooting, I’m sure of it.  I drive home again and David shoots on the man below us.  He pulls off me—his ass tender.  We kiss, but I don’t get off.
In the last half hour I fuck a favorite bottom on his back, as he balances on a saw horse.  But I can’t get off. 

I fuck a hot guy that Ryan has been playing with for a long time.  But I can’t get off.
I bend Ryan over.  But his unused hole will not let me in. 

Dammit, I need to shoot.

So I do.  All over Ryan’s ass.

And push the hot guy’s face into Ryan’s cum covered hole.

To read Ryan’s take on the piss party, here is a link to his blog, Spreading MyLegs.  I will get back to my tales of Nashville this week.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Jayson's MAL Barebang--another review

I don’t watch porn online.  Maybe that’s why I missed it.  I didn’t know anyone had reviewed the porn I made with Jayson Park—Jayson’s MAL Barebang.  Fortunately a reader sent me a copy.  Not that I’m named…but I’m fine with being part of “four erect, aggressive men.”  I like being told that “it’s hard not to lose your load too early….”  And anyone who’s looked at these pages knows, I agree with the assessment that Jayson is “a perfect power bottom and we can never get enough of him!”

Here it is:

Reviewer: Marc Sylvian                                  

Date: 5/07/2012
Source: Aebn

Jayson Park is already pretty rare because he's an Asian gay porn star. His frequent appearances and his enduring popularity as a bareback bottom performer make him not only rare, but also downright precious. Bad Seed Media and Chris Neal Media present Jayson taking on a half dozen other men in Jayson's MAL Barebang, a raw group fuck for those with a taste for lightly kinky amateur porn.

Wearing a cut-off t-shirt that says "Full Service Filling Station" on the back, Jayson Park entertains a row of four erect, aggressive men with his throat. They toss Jayson on the bed, where he has his delicious, firm, well-shaped ass eaten while sucking off another guy. Jayson is soon being fucked in the ass and spit-roasted.

It's hard not to lose your load too early as you enjoy the sights and especially the lusty sounds of the top studs taking turns passing Jayson around to eat and fuck his greedy ass and mouth. Jayson often has a cock up his ass and then the same one in his mouth, the dirty boy. He's a perfect power bottom and we can never get enough of him!

PS:  Oh, and my nom de porn is Charles Wolfe

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Two Sex Driven Bloggers Hit the Road

On the Road to Chicago—December, 2012

 I haven’t been writing much lately.  Well, I have actually.  And that’s the problem.  My job occasionally requires me to write.  It’s something that I enjoy, but fret over.  It mostly just takes up all the time that I would normally use to record my sex adventures.  After all, I was going to come right home from my time in Tennessee (which was problematic) and get all my hookups down there written up in no time.  Instead, I wrote for work and it sapped all my creative energy.
I have also been going through something of a sexual slump since I got home last week.    I had booked four days for a major weekend of sex.  Well, Thursday’s piss boy cancelled with food poisoning, Friday’s straight fuck evaporated off line and still won’t talk to me, Saturday’s bondage guy had the flu, and his hasty, vanilla replacement, suddenly had to go pick up his sister’s kid when it was actually time to meet.  An interesting guy did arrive at his scheduled time on Sunday—but could not stay clean—no matter how many times he tried.  I complained to Mikey, the Breeder’s older brother, who wrote me a long astrological reason about why it should be happening.  I think Mercury was in retrograde while it was in Scorpio, which rules the sexual organs…and I don’t remember the rest.  I just know I am blueballed and had no time to play this week.

That should change today.  By the time you read this, Ryan (my fuck bud who writes the “Spreading My Legs” blog) and I are headed to Chicago.  I am taking him to his first piss party.  So---two sexually driven men are off to have some wet, sloppy fun.  I can’t wait for us to both write about the same experience and see how the other remembers it….and you’ll get to read all the sordid details, too…

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

On the Tracks--the cum shot finale

I'd walked my pup and pissed on him...

It was finally time to get off.

We went back near the van to see if he could make me shoot.
He did.  With a little help from me...
I coated his mouth and chest.
Now, clean me up...
Being a good pig, he let nothing go to waste.
Who wants it next?