Friday, October 28, 2016

Feeding the Felchers (Idle Hands, Pt III)

Northwest Indiana—September, 2016

This final piece about the Devil’s Workshop takes place in the same porn palace—where there is an arcade on one side of the store and a theatre on the other.  And on a day towards the end of my time in Indiana…

“Miguel wants both of us.”  The text came in from Ryan—the author of the blog Spreading My Legs.  “You up for it?”

I assure him I am up for it.  Indeed, just the thought of it gets my cock to jump.

We are all available in the afternoon and agree to meet at this particular bookstore.

I see Ryan just getting out of his car as I pull into the parking lot.  We greet each other.  Almost instantly he gets a text from Miguel. 

“He’s a having clean out issues—running a little late,” Ryan tells me.  We go inside and separate.  I get some warm-up head from an eager, anonymous cocksucker through a glory hole on the arcade side.  When I come out of the booth, there they both are in the hallway.  We go off to the theatre side.

The space is empty.  I step into the standing area.  We all unfasten our pants.  Ryan pushes Miguel over to suck my dick.  He also pulls Miguel’s trousers down around his ankles.  Ryan kneels and begins hungrily eating the hole we will both soon be fucking.  Miguel, even at an odd angle, is taking me to the root.  And loving it.  It feels great.  I pull back a little, hold his head and fuck his mouth.
I turn Miguel.  I want to taste his hole.  Ryan stands for head and I kneel to feast on the spit slick hole Ryan has prepared for me.  I delve in.  Miguel’s ass is already slightly puffy from Ryan’s tongue work.  Miguel opens it for my invading tongue.  I lose track of time as I devour his hole.  I want to fuck it, but I can’t bring myself to stand up and do it, his hole is so hot on my tongue.

I do of course.  I stand up and insert my dick.  Nothing like starting with the bigger one.  I glide in easily.  My bottoming out in his hole, forces Miguel down to the root of Ryan’s cock.  My hips start a noisy fuck rhythm as they slam against his hot, brown ass. 

I finally slow down and tell Miguel to turn around.  There is no question that my cock goes directly from his ass to his mouth.  Ryan slams into him.  “You opened him up good,” he grunts out.  I turn so Miguel can clean every inch of my cock covered with his ass jizz.  Ryan bucks into him.  I finally pull out of Miguel’s mouth and just hold onto Miquel’s shoulders as Ryan pummels his ass.

Ryan stops, just short of cumming.  I turn Miguel around.  I don’t see him go down on Ryan, but I can hear Ryan’s dick being cleaned as I sink to my knees to taste what that hard fucking has done to Miguel’s hole.  If he was self-lubing his hole before, it’s now awash with his juices.  I happily clean him up.  I pull back Miguel’s hard cock and take the dripping head into my mouth.  I let the drip of his pre-cum accumulate on my tongue—then shove it into his ass.  Miguel grunts around Ryan’s cock.

That makes me stand up and fuck him.  I drill him.  Hard.  Faster and faster.  I stop and all but pull out.  I let drop a huge dollop of my spit, spiked with the remains of his pre-cum and ass juice, to fall on my hard cock.  Ryan bends across Miguel’s back to lick it up.  I pull all the way out and let Ryan clean my dick.  I shove it back up Miguel.

I fuck him, my hips slapping that bent over ass.  They have to be able to hear us in the lobby, but no one cares.  I feel it building in my balls.  It’s not like me to cum this fast.  I just let it happen.  I shoot into Miguel’s ass with a low grunt.

I marinate for a minute, then pull out.  Ryan spins Miguel around and sinks to his knees.  I watch him feast on my load out of Miguel’s hole.  I sit down and lean against the back wall, watching the sex show in front of me.  Ryan’s face is plastered to the darker skinned butt.  He has to be getting every drop he can reach.  He’s there a long time, grunting each time Miguel pushes and delivers load into Ryan’s mouth.  Finally he stands.  He shoves his cock into Miguel.  He fucks in quick jack rabbit strokes.  In moments, he’s convulsing, bent over Miguel’s back.

I stay right on the floor.  My hand reaches out and guides Miguel to turn his ass towards me.  He does.  He backs slightly and seals his wet, sloppy butt onto my face—pressing me against the wall.  I can’t escape.  Not that I want to—I tongue deeply, tasting the heady mix of two loads of jizz and his ass juice. 

I stroke as I eat him out.  My cock has never gone down.  I realize I could shoot again.  I move enough so somehow Miguel knows to stop holding me against the back wall.  I stand and insert into that moist butt.  I fuck just a few strokes before I shoot a second load into his still sloppy hole.

I bonus shot of me fucking Miguel at Ryan's a few years ago.

Miguel now has his name in the label cloud at the right.  There are more pictures on one of those earlier posts.

Monday, October 24, 2016

Back to the Devil's Workshop (Idle Hands, Pt. II)

Northwest Indiana—August/September, 2016

My work hours were few.  I had lots of free time.  Oh, those idle hands.  Of course I went back to the Devil’s Workshops—the porn palaces of the area.  The stories in this post were all in a bookstore where there is a “theatre” (chairs, a bench and a standing area behind a low wall) on one side of the store and a typical glory hole arcade is on the other side.  Of course, I saved some money and bought the combo ticket to do both…

A Saturday afternoon.  It’s prime cruising time.  Parking lot fairly full.  I decide to go into the theatre first.  I sit down, slightly to the side.  It’s a straight movie with an actual plot about wife swapping.  (God, I realize that I am old enough to remember when plots in porn were the norm, not the exception.)  I am alone in the theatre.  I pull out my dick.  I stroke—just enough for it to plump nicely.

But I’m not alone.  With the gloom in the space, I hadn’t seen a man in the farthest corner.  He’s behind this 4 foot high wall—in the standing area.  He leans forward now, both arms on the wall, so he’s not stroking. Is he showing me his ass?  If so, I can’t see it from where I’m sitting.

A man comes in.  Blue color trade type.  He stands behind the wall, too.  The first man inches towards him.  The first man’s hand disappears—giving the new arrival a good feel on the front of his jeans.

Nothing ventured.  I stand up and go into the standing area.  I am right behind the new arrival.  He pays no attention to me—as he’s still getting some fondling from the first guy.

So I kneel.

This gets his attention.  He turns, undoing his belt.  He’s on a work break.  The jeans have cement dust all over them and he’s been sweating on the job.  He sticks a dick of just about my size into my mouth.

He sighs as I swallow him down.  “This guy knows how to do it,” he tells the first guy.  That’s enough for the first guy to unzip.  He has next to no cock at all—but I give him the same attention as the big one.

The curtain opens.  An older African American walks in.  He sees the scene and instantly comes over to us.  I am now surrounded by hard cocks.  In my mouth, being stroked in front of my eyes or beating on my cheek, waiting for his turn.  I take the ebony cock in my mouth.  It’s thick, not long.  He holds my head in place and fucks my mouth.

I spend the next 15 minutes being pushed from dick to dick.  I deep throat.  I lick balls.  I make a show of swallowing pre-cum from the veritable faucet of the blue collar dick.  I put my own dick away.  I can’t touch myself.

It’s the tiny dick that comes first.  But one orgasm triggers the others to shoot.  The fat cock slaps my cheek and I just get the small one out of my mouth before the fat one explodes.   Thick and creamy.
Those two guys zip up and leave, leaving me pinned to the wall with the blue collar cock fucking my face.  He comes the moment he calls me a “cocksucking faggot.”  He lets me suckle every drop from him.  Then he wraps a fast food napkin around it and puts it away.

I am left panting in the dark.


Same day.  It’s slow for a while.  I let several men suck me through the glory holes.  One is a thin Latino.  He crooks his finger through the hole, calling me over.  I go.  He’s very small and thin.  
Likely 50’s, just the beginnings of grey in his black hair.  A handsome face.  And a bubble butt.  He turns and drops his pants.  It’s tight in these booths, but I kneel and surprise him by rimming his hole.
“Fuck me,” he whispers.  “Fuck me good.”

I stand up, hoping he’s prepped for I’m going in. 

I fuck him hard. 

I fuck him as he clutches the plexiglass case around the television in the booth. 

I fuck him until he cums handsfree.

And he’s spotless.

I open the door.  There is Miguel—the Latino from Ryan’s house and the house party this August.  He leads me to another booth.  I fuck him there.

We only stop to see if he can’t get a load from someone else for me to fuck in.  I go to the theatre as he works the arcade.

Thirty minutes later, he’s been fucked, but no load. 

I take care of that for him—and give him the one I’ve been building up.


Another trip.  Evening now.  Fairly deserted.  I’m in the theatre, jerking.  I’m rock hard.

A fit older guy enters.  He sucks me.  I lose half of my erection—and I’m not quite sure why.  I’m now about half hard.  Maybe it’s because I know he wants to get fucked and I don’t want to do that with him.

The curtains part.  The hottest man I’ve seen there walks in.  He stops and watches us.  My dick gets very hard now.  He’s tall, thin and with muscles showing under a tight, white tee shirt.  Chiseled, tanned features.  Longish, dark hair.  He opens his jeans and takes out a long, thin dick, with a ton of foreskin.  He strokes, moving that skin lovingly over the slick red head of his cock.

My cock sucker shows off too, showing how deep he can take me.

The hot guy comes over to where I’m sitting.  “You suck?” he asks.  I take him in my mouth.

He likes my tongue a lot and tells me so.  I suck noisily.  I lick his balls pulling the shorts and the jeans down to get at them.  My hands find his ass cheeks.  He’s incredibly hairless. All over.   I get his equally hairless orbs good and wet.

He leans down to heft my cock.  I squirm around and stick my face into his ass.  This is the ass I want to fuck.  I rim him as he grabs onto the shoulders of my cocksucker.  He groans as I wet his hole.

“You like to fuck?” he grunts out.


“Good,” he says.  “I’m ready to bang your ass so fuckin’ hard.”

I am so surprised, it takes me a moment before I say I don’t enjoy getting fucked.

He’s pissed.  He zips up and leaves us alone.

I sigh.  Maybe I’ll do my cock sucker after all…


I will save the last story from this particular Devil’s Workshop until next time—a story I’m calling “Feeding the Felchers.”

Friday, October 21, 2016

"Did You Bring the Sling?"

Northwest Indiana—August, 2016

I glanced at the text:  “Did you bring the sling?”

I had stayed in touch with Don, a ginger haired cock sucker I’d met at an Indiana bookstore last year.  He’d also showed up at my motel room, letting himself give in to his desire for skin on skin fucking.  (That post is Here.)  He was happy I was back in his neighborhood.   “Never been in one,” read the next text.

I sent back word that I had indeed tossed the sling in the trunk of my car.  I didn’t tell him it was already set up in my hotel room—and had had enough piss flying around it a few nights ago to sink it.  We arranged an evening meeting.  He could tell his partner he would be with a client.  And he would actually be putting his feet in the leather stirrups for the first time.

He’s a little late.  I have prepped the room (removed the icky-feeling bedspread and covered the two wall lamps with red bandannas.  I push the porn into the computer as I hear his knock on the door. 
Don is looking good.  What I wrote a year ago is still correct:  ‘He’s a good six foot tall, just beginning to carry a little more weight than he’d like, but you can see he’s at the gym regularly to fight it.  Maybe 40—no more than 45.  The ginger hair is thick on top—and there is a dusting in all the right places.’ We kiss.  He jumps in the shower to finish up his prep.

I sit on the foot of the bed.  Legs sprawled.  I watch Cum Whore, kneading my mound of cock, covered by a very clean white jock.  The moment Don is out of the bathroom, still rather damp and steamy, he’s between my legs.  He pulls the pouch aside and takes me deep into his mouth.  Damn, this guy can suck.  He’s an admitted size queen and he knows how to handle a big dick in his mouth.  He groans deep in his throat as I bottom out deep in his throat.  He pulls back up and does some great tongue work on my piss slit—and then over the entire leaking cock head.

“Damn,” Don pants.  “I love your dick.”

“Get up on the bed.  All fours.  Right here.”  I smack edge of the mattress right next to where I’m sitting.  I slide to the floor and press my face into the generous globes of ass flesh he presents to me.  I find his damp hole.  I make it wetter.  I tongue fuck him until he grabs a pillow and all but shoves it into his mouth to keep from groaning too loudly. 

I renew my oral attack on his hole.  I lube my dick as I tongue him.  I stand up.  I have to really work the head into him.

“I told you my boyfriend doesn’t fuck me anymore.”  He grunts as he relaxes his hole.  “It barely gets used.”

I silently vow to make sure his hole gets well used tonight.  The talking has distracted him.  I have bottomed out in his ass.  I let him get used to me.  My hands massage his shoulders and down his spine.  I start to fuck.  Slow strokes.  Long strokes.   Strokes that almost pull out of his hole.   Slow and deliberate.  And it’s driving him crazy.

“Fuck me,” he says into the pillow case.  “Ram my ass.”

I start a slow build—then think, fuck it, and begin slamming into his ass.  I watch as Don bites the pillow and makes encouraging grunts to egg me on.  I finish off with a swat on his ass with my right hand that reverberates in the tiny room.

“Let’s get you in the sling.”

“How do I do this?”  He’s standing at the end of the sling looking at the wide swath of shiny leather.  I get him to sit on the edge and lie back.

 “Now pull yourself towards me so that wet ass of yours is hanging out over the end.”

He does.  His head is now supported by the sling, where it should be.  I get his legs in the stirrups.  He looks totally comfortable.  Totally at home.

“How does it feel?”


“And it naturally spreads you open,” I whisper as I kneel in front of his hot hole.  I dive in.  It’s my turn to groan.  His hole is already puffy from the hard fucking.  And wet.  He’s a natural luber.  I lick it up and dig deeper for more.  I reach up and squeeze his cock as I tongue him, seeing if I can get any pre-cum to leak out.  When I pull out of his ass, I come up and lick a pearly drop out of his slit.  I shove it into his ass.  Fuck, I love the idea of his own cum in his hole.  I keep licking him for so long, I’m sure it’s all gone, but I don’t care.  Don has started jerking after I let go of his dick.  I surface another time to mop up his cock head.  This time I swab everything I collect into his hole and leave it there.  I stand up.  We lock eyes and I push in.

“Oh, fuck…”  Don’s eyes roll up.  He is no longer looking at me.  He is in his own personal fuck space.  I bat his hand away from his dick.  It’s gone down with my invading cock anyway.  I start a slow rhythmic fuck.  Short, hard strokes.  My thin hips are slapping loudly at his full ass.

I stop.  I eat his hole out again.  I insert and fuck another round. 

More eating of the juices his hole is churning out. 

Another fuck.

“Let’s get some blood back in your legs.”  I help to get him up and out of the sling.  “You like it? 

“It’s great.”

We drink some water and chat a little more.

Soon he’s riding my cock as he faces me as I lie on the bed.

“Now turn around.”  I stay sprawled.  He pulls off me and turns.  There is a mirror on the opposite wall.  Now he can watch himself as he sits on my cock.  He can’t take his eyes off my dick entering him.  He bounces on my cock—until I hold him still and fuck up into him.

We break again.  And it’s time to wind it up—Don has a boyfriend at home.

“I want you to breed me in the sling."

He gets in—like an old pro this time.

I spit into his hole a couple of times. 

I stand up and fuck.

A couple of licks at his hole—and I’m there.  I insert just in time to breed him.  I spasm into his hole.  Don grabs his cock and in three quick jerks shoots a load all over himself.

He cleans up carefully—once more in the shower.

We kiss—and he’s gone.


My phone pings.  I look at the text.  “I just pulled into the driveway and you are seeping out of my ass.”

I grin.

I get texts all the next day.  He’s hooked on the sling.  Or my cock.  Or both.

We do it all again in the following week. 

Monday, October 17, 2016

Idle Hands

Northwest Indiana—August, 2016

Many days during my stay in Indiana, I was only working for a few hours each morning.  That left me with lots of time to get into trouble.  Idle hands, my maternal grandmother had always warned we, would lead me right into the Devil’s workshop.  Well, I went to entertain the old goat as often as I could.

Here are a few moments from my visits to the bookstore farthest away from my hotel.  It’s the backroom with four screens on the wall showing various types of porn.  And it has all those ancient sofas…

I push through the curtain.  Empty.  I look at the four screens.  Pretty traditional straight porn.  The gay boys are too young.  The she-male stuff looks like it was filmed with a Super 8 camera in 1982.  I sit down in front of the bi-sexual screen.  It seems to be particularly nasty—and, surprisingly, raw.  I stroke happily and wait.

“Well, hello there!” 

An older man has just walked through the curtain from the store proper.  Two other men, about his age, catch the curtain and follow him in.  The speaker is very tan, greying at the temples and immaculately well dressed—especially for a place where you are likely to haul your dick out. 

“I was hoping you’d be here.   Your mouth is so talented.”

I must have looked confused.

“I was here on Monday,” he says, finally lowering his voice.  “You made me shoot so hard I brought two friends to sample that tongue of yours.”

I smile.  I think this might be a first.  And I do recognize the guy.  His load was drooled into the condom of cum that went up the piss pig’s ass last week.

He wastes no time.  “Things to do,” he tells me as he unzips.  His pink dick is out and perky.  He steps to the side of the sofa where I’m sitting and sticks it right in my mouth.  I hear the other guys unzip.  I do all my tricks, concentrating my tongue action on his cock head and piss slit.

He pulls out of me with a:  “I’m too close.”  He gestures another guy to step forward.  If the first one is headed to his job at the bank after he shoots, this guy looks like I’m the warm up for his round of golf.  He sticks a very small dick in my mouth.  Almost instantly he spews a load all over my tongue.
“Didn’t I tell you?!” the first man chortles.  “Let me back in there.”

He pushes his dick back in my mouth.  I suck.  Again he pulls out, with a “Your turn.”  The third man, also headed to the course, sticks a fat, veiny prick in my mouth.  It’s the same story.  I have his load with barely doing any work at all.

“My turn.”  The leader fucks my face briefly and shoots noisily.  He lets me clean him off for a moment, but then it’s too much.  He cleans himself with a very expensive looking handkerchief.

“Good work, son.”  I actually blush.  He pats me on the head and shepherds the guys out of the store.

Another day.

I don’t do the man stroking himself through his panty hose.  And I don’t think he actually wants me to—he just wants me to acknowledge that he looks pretty.

The place fills with about 10 older men.  But no one will do anything.  I stroke and show off what I have.  I finally get a guy down between my legs.  He has no stamina—and it’s just as well, his teeth are all over my cock head.

A college aged man walks in.  A rarity here.  He sits on the same couch as me, in the bi-sexual area.  He pulls out a very hard, very respectable dick.  The men stand behind our sofa and watch him jerk it.  I wait until there is a pearl of cum on his cock head.

“You want that sucked?”

He shakes his head.  And proceeds to pull his t-shirt up, yoking it behind his head.  He’s ripped.  Pecs and abs glisten. And he’s obviously expecting to shoot a massive load all over them.

“You sure?”  I want him.  Badly.

He grabs his ball sac and pulls them away from his shaft.  He looks at me and nods.

I waste no time getting between his hairy legs and licking those beautiful, full orbs.  I make them wet and slippery.  He lets out a hot moan that makes the men behind him jerk faster.  I start to go up his shaft with my tongue to see what he does.  He pushes my head back down.  I get it.  He wants no exchange of fluids.  I can deal with that with him. If I have to.   I go back to his balls with renewed vigor.  They are beginning to tighten.

A Daddy, with a shaved head and a thick cock in his hand, steps closer to us.  His angry red dick head is mostly covered with a thick piece of foreskin.

“Suck his dick,” he tells me.

“He doesn’t want me to...” I start.

“Bull shit.”  The man grabs the young man’s head and forces his drooling, foreskinned cock into the boy’s mouth.  And the young man allows himself to be face fucked.

I’m in shock—but just for a moment.  The young man explodes.   All over his contoured pecs and ripped abs.  The Daddy doesn’t let him go.  So I dive in and lick the cum off him his chest and stomach—making sure I don’t lick his dick.  He squirms—but he lets me do it.  I get every drop I can.

“You.”  The Daddy has dropped the young man’s head and pulls me up by the collar.  “Kiss me.”
Our lips meet, with much of that fresh, young jizz still in my mouth.  The boy scrambles away from us and into the bathroom.  The Daddy breaks the kiss first.  His hands find my shoulders.  And pushes me down.  “Now suck my dick.”

I do.

He doesn’t want to share that load…


Two years ago, the very first thing I saw happening in this bookstore was a good looking, middle aged guy getting fucked.  The last day I went to this particular Devil’s Workshop, I got to fuck him myself.  He was great.  He begged for my load and I couldn’t help but give it to him.

Friday, October 14, 2016

Piss Fuck: As Wet as It Gets

Northwest Indiana—August, 2016

I settled into my hotel—my home away from home for the next two weeks.  It was the same area (same hotel, even) where I’d had little luck getting kinky men to my room last year.  But in this area I did have three different bookstores in the immediate area.  I got online and changed my location on all of the hook up sites.  On the most vanilla site, I was instantly hit on by a hot looking man.  He was in a hotel in my hometown—the one I’d just left— and was looking to be bred and for piss play. 


I explained to him where I was and that I was just in the process of changing my location when he wrote.

“I will drive to you for that dick.”

I explained again I was 80 miles farther west.  It made no difference.  He wanted as many loads as I could get into him and to drown in my piss.  We set up a time for the next night. 

In the morning, I set up the sling with a ton of plastic under the frame and towels to catch the run off.  I checked in with him online.  Everything was still a “go.”  I only had to work for two hours that morning.  I did that—and then took off for the bookstore which had a backroom lounge with four screens (and couches in front of each) and many older men.

I wanted some warm up. 

I pushed past the cheap curtain.  I walked in on three men jerking each other off as they watched bi-sexual porn.   I undid my pants, fisted my erect dick and knelt in front of the nearest man.  He came in my mouth in mere moments.  I fumbled in my pocket and pulled out a Magnum…


My trick is running late.  I get a text.  He’s in the parking lot.  In moments he’s in the door and in the shower.  He needs to do a full clean up—so I watch the German porn I have playing on my computer.
“Could you bring me my Gatorade?”  Joe has left it by his pile of clothes.  I hand it to him in the tub.  I love what I see.  He’s 10 to 15 years younger than I am and works outside for his living.  He’s tanned and muscled and rather hairy.  The dark hair on his head has been lightened by the sun.  I tell him to drink up.  I go back to the porn, but I don’t have too long to wait.

He’s out and toweling himself off.  “I need to be dry, so I can feel how wet I’m going to get.”

My bladder is full—has been for quite a while—with him running late.  I’ve wasted a clear piss load down the toilet waiting for him.

“Knees,” I tell him, standing by the sling frame.

He kneels in front of me, the white hotel towel extra white against his tanned skin.  I let him nuzzle the pouch of my jock for a moment.  But only a moment.  I need to unload.  Now.  I get my half hard cock out and rest it on his lower lip.  As badly as I need to piss, it still takes a moment to “re-connect” into piss mode.  But there’s the first spurt…Joe gurgles happily and swallows.  I am pissing full tilt now.  I try to slow the deluge, but can’t.  He swallows every drop. 

“Fuck,” he says, rather breathless.  “Why are piss men so hard to find?”

I don’t answer, I just push my hardening cock deep into his mouth.  He sucks me avidly—and well.  I finally stop him and get him into the sling.  I eat his hot, pink hole.  It tastes of soap.  I splat a little more piss on it and go back to tonguing it open.  I move up to his balls.  His cock.  Just enough to get a drip of precum on my tongue for his hole.  I push it in.  I stand.  And add my dick.

“Fuck, yes!” 

I shush him slightly—reminding him we’re in a hotel.

Then I begin a very wet fuck.  This man produces a ton of ass lube.  This only make me hornier.  I spend the next 45 minutes going back and forth between tongue and dick in his hole.


I pull out after a hard fuck.  My cock bounces and hoses his entire chest down with piss.  One splash going into his open mouth.  I lean over and lap up a large pool between his pecs.  I hold it in my mouth and lean all the way up to kiss him.  I yellow-ball him the piss.  He groans as he swallows it all.

I go back to fucking.  He holds his cock up in the air and begins to piss himself.  He points it at me.  I sheets down my chest and abs and onto his ass cheeks.  I pull out and kneel, getting the last of it sluicing down his ass crack as I push some into his ass with my tongue.

“Fucker.  Fill me up.”

I stand up.  I go to the tiny in room fridge.  I pull out a plastic drinking cup.  I go back to him and stand between his legs, my hard cock lying on his balls.

“Remember what you said about other guys?”

“Yeah.  I love a hot gangbang.”

“Well, I couldn’t do that.  But I have their cum.”  I pull out the Magnum from this morning.  “I went to a bookstore here in town and sucked off 13 guys.  Some of them were so deep in my throat I had to swallow—but here are 10 loads.”  I hold the condom just above his dick.  He’s been soft while I fucked—but he’s rock hard now.  His dick bats at the full condom like it’s a piñata.  “You want me to stick these loads in you?”

“Do it.  Fill me up.”

I hold the ringed end as tight as I can to his puffy ass lips.  My finger starts poking the contents into him.  I manage to turn the rubber inside out deep into his guts.  I smear the remaining sperm clinging to the latex onto my dick.  I fuck into him.

Heaven.  It’s so damn silky.

Joe is beating his dick like crazy.  I bat his hand away.  “Feel that?  You have 10 loads in you.  And 8 of them are from men you likely wouldn’t let fuck you.”

Joe groans and calls me a filthy fucker.

“And you love it.  Look at your cock.”

Joe is now whimpering.  “I love it.  Love it.  I love cum.  Let me taste it.  Please.”

I pull my sperm covered dick out and bring it to his mouth.  He cleans me off . 

We kiss.

I clean up all the sperm around his hole. 

We kiss.

I fuck him again and we repeat the cleanings. 

And the kissing.

“You gonna cum in me with all those other guys?”

I slow my fuck before I answer.  “Not yet.   What did you want me to do?”

“Fuck me.”

“Is that all?”

“Yeah, fuck me and piss on me.”

I stop moving totally.  “And what else?”

“To…piss fuck me.”

“Yeah.”  And I let my built up piss start to rush into his ass.

“Of fuck, yeah.  Piss me!”

I don’t care about the neighbors anymore.  I start to piston in and out, churning all that cum, ass lube, spit and piss, as I continue to hose down his colon.  I fuck.  It sloshes out of his stretched hole and falls to the towels below.  And on my boots.  I can’t take my eyes off the ecstatic look on his face.

I pull out.  A flow of piss and cum comes, too.  I kneel and lick around his sopping hole.  He waits until my tongue tickles his pucker.  And he pushes.  He sends a huge jet of piss from his ass into my mouth and down my throat.  I am caught off guard.  But my cock tells me how much I love it.  Joe gives me a second squirt.  This time I stand up with it still in my mouth.  I insert my cock into his soupy ass and lean across his hard, wet torso.

“Give it to me,” he whispers.

Our mouths meet.  I give him the mix of cum and piss.  Our tongues clean each other’s mouths. We kiss hard.  I feel his cock explode against my stomach.  Still locked together, I give two thrusts and shoot even more jizz into his guts.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Back to the Farmhouse

Amish Country, IN—August, 2016

I picked up an additional job at the end of summer, taking me back into Amish country.  I immediately wrote the pig with the terrific playroom in his farmhouse’s basement.  He was all for a meet.  I dropped my things at my motel, ate a light dinner and went to ravage him.

He was stoked.  He gets very little play from the Amish men in the area.  He knew 48 hours before I was there.  So he fasted.  He cleaned out.  He was so ready to take my tongue, my cock and my fist…

He’s in the sling.  Blindfolded.  I make my way down the dark stairs and stare at the spread-eagled ass in front of me.  I undo my belt noisily.  I take in his black and red harness.  The fully mounded pouch of his white jock—chosen so it will show my piss.  I pause after I pop the top button of my jeans.  I can’t help myself.  I kneel and stick my tongue as deep as I can into his hole.

“Argh!  Fuck, yeah.”  His breath quickens.  “Eat me out.  Yeah—just like that.”

I stand up and pull my dick out.  I hose his ass crack down.  It sluices down his ass cleft and splatters on the towels laid out on the concrete below.  I hunker down and clean him up with my tongue.  I grab a tiny (for him) dildo from the table.  I grease it as I lick his hole some more.  I stand up and insert the toy.  Roughly.  To keep him full as I finish undressing.

I take a long drink of a Gatorade he has thoughtfully set out for me under the toy table.  I look at the huge collection of ass toys he inserts up this butt himself when he can find no one else willing to play.
I get naked but for my jock and put the boots back on.  I have worn the jock I am filling with my juices for a blog reader.  It is pretty rank.  I walk to the head of the sling.  I bend his head my way and press the pouch into his open mouth.  He chews the fabric like I have just given him a delicacy.  He can’t get enough.

“Get it good and wet.”  I tell him I that after our fuck, I want to press it up his cum filled pussy—to soak up all our juices for my reader.

“That’s so hot.  You should make one for me.”

I pull the pouch aside and let him have my dick. 

But head with a guy in as sling is almost always a bad angle.

I go back to his ass and slide the dildo out.  My cock is wet enough to go right in.  I fuck him.  Long deep strokes.  I fuck him hard. 

I feel something change.  I pull out.

He is spectacularly dirty.  Not just a little.  I get the blindfold off him and he runs up the stairs.  I clean at the laundry tubs in the corner.

He’s gone forever.  Finally, I hear slow footsteps coming down the stairs.

“I over cleaned,” he tells me.  “I used too much water—all trapped in the upper chamber.  It’s started a whole new cycle—I won’t be clean for hours.”

I regretfully pack and leave.


But I’m horned.  What do I do?  I know I won’t get anyone to my country hotel.  I head to South Bend and go to the biggest of the cities bookstores.

It’s a week night. And late when I get there.  The arcade is almost deserted.

I find a grey haired Daddy stroking to bi porn.  We trade blow jobs.

“I really want you to fuck me.”  But in the next breath he tells me he isn’t prepared.

We take a break. 

Eventually I swallow his load.


I sit alone in a booth.  Door unlocked.  Stroking to a gay gangbang movie.

There is no one.

The door finally opens.  A middle- aged Black man.  In good shape.  He’s relieved to see someone actually in the arcade—and with a big cock.  He drops his shorts—taking them all the way off and tossing them on the couch.  His cock is hard.  His foreskin is big enough that it still covers the cock head with his cock erect. 

It goes into my mouth.  Work as hard as I can with my tongue, I can’t get it to retract.  But there’s no odor or taste.  I redouble my efforts.

I am sucking him towards orgasm quickly.

“Stop,” he pants.  “I want to taste yours, too.”

He gives me some good head—but it gets him even hotter.  He pulls off me with a hissed “I’m cumming.”

He stands up and I dive for his cock.  There are no spurts.  It all collects in his foreskin.  My tongue works on his extra skin until most of his seed drips out of his tight opening and onto my tongue.


I never did get off that night.

But I felt worse for my host with his limited play options.

If you haven’t read about him in Forced Entry or Flogging, Fucking and Fisting at the Farmhouse, I have linked them here:  F. Entry  & FFF@F.

Thursday, October 6, 2016

House Party--New Asses and Well Used Holes

Northwest Indiana—August, 2016

It was the third Friday night of August.  That meant it was the night of the sex party in northern Indiana where the host lets 30 to 100 men play all over his house:  on a sofa in the upstairs living room (where vanilla porn is playing); on a sofa bed in what is normally a dining area; in the guest bedroom where lubes and condoms are placed out; under the lower level stairs where there are glory holes; in a lower level home theatre area on couches where bareback porn is showing on the wall; in the darkened storage area in the far corner of the lower level—where naked men bend over and do things they don’t want others to see them doing…

I get naked fast.  I realize I have forgotten my good jock and the piss jock in the bag smells way too strong for this gathering.  I put my underwear back on.  I like my thickening cock cradled with some sort of support.  I put my boots back on, tuck my lube in my waistband and take the tour. 


It’s a young Latino who I recognize from previous groups.  He pulls me into the back bathroom.  He locks the door and falls to his knees on the hard tile.  The underwear comes down to my knees.  He gives me toothy head.  His mouth is way too small and it hurts.  I have to stop him.  I reach down and stick a finger in his ass.

“Not yet.  I need someone smaller first.”

I agree—but never see him again that night.

No one is in the bedroom yet—but it’s early.  Two men are stroking in the living room.  Their eyes are riveted to the screen, not at me.  I go downstairs.  Lots of men at the bar.  Several are getting and giving head in the theatre area.  I step into the back corner.  My eyes adjust.  A hot, ripped blond is on his knees sucking my friend and fellow blogger, Ryan.  I have never seen the blond, but I hope he is going to get fucked.  My eyes meet Ryan’s and he grins and indicates the man on the floor.  I walk over and get my spit slick cock out of my underwear.  I push it near the blond’s mouth.

“Well, fuck,” he says as he pulls off Ryan and looks at my cock and then up into my eyes.  He takes me into his mouth and makes up for the earlier bad head.  He pulls off me.  “This needs to go up my ass—but not until I get opened up.”  He goes back to sucking Ryan, while holding on to my shaft.  Then he’s back on me.  Back and forth.

I look over at the padded ledge that serves as a fuck bench.  There sits Miguel, another Latino Ryan introduced me to.  (A pictorial post of his gangbang is here.)  I smile and he comes over and kneels next to the blond.  Miguel takes me out of the blond’s hand and into his own mouth.  He gets me wet with long and deep strokes into his mouth.


I nod.

Miguel bends over, supporting himself on the ledge and offers me his hot ass.  I kneel and stick my tongue into him.  He’s certainly been fucked—if not loaded.  This makes me dig deeper. 

“Fuck him.”  It’s the blond, now watching us and bent over right next to him.  Some man with a small dick is about to enter the blond.  I stand up.  We mount the two bottoms at the same time.  Miguel begins to fuck back on the full length of my dick the moment I’m inside.  I watch the blond get comfortable with the dick inside him.  He lets out a groan.  Miguel all but growls as he takes the battering I’m giving him.  Miguel turns his head towards the blond.  They kiss as they get their holes plowed. 

Ryan replaces the small guy up the blond.  His dick is quite a bit bigger and the blond is taking it to the hilt.  Miguel pulls off me, sinks to his knees and tastes his ass all over my dick.   I pull Miguel up and toss him on his back.  His legs shoot skyward and I dive back into his fuck hole.

Ryan is panting.  I wonder if he’s about to cum.  Instead he asks “Switch?”

I nod.  I pull out of Miguel.  Miguel slides to the floor and gets on all fours for Ryan.  I hunker down and taste the blond’s hole for the first time.  It tastes of pre-cum. I dig deeper and the blond groans.

Something isn’t right.  I can’t feel my tongue.  Dammit.  The blond has used some sort of numbing agent up his butt.  I spit and stand up.  I start to enter him.


I pull back out.

“Let me sit on it.”

I lay down on the shelf.  He clambers up and slowly settles down on my cock.  “That’s it…Oh, fuck…” he croons.  He is soon riding me like I’m a bronco in a rodeo.  We attract quite a crowd. 
We fuck a long time.  Finally he slows, when he realizes he can’t get a load out of me this early in the evening.  He thanks me.  I know who I want to load in a few hours from now—but he goes home early. 


I fuck Miguel again in the dark area.  Hard and long.  He's loaded now for sure--and I'm churning it.

I stop and felch the unknown man's load.


In the upstairs bedroom, two beautiful, young Black men take turns riding my face.  They are safe-sexers and this is all they want from me.  But I do my job very well.  Their asses want more when they pull off my face.  I allow myself to be Magnumed-up and the one with long dread locks rides me until he spurts out a load all over my chest.  He heads for the bathroom.

The other buff Black guy eyes my cock.  “I need to cum too, so we can go.” 

I hand him another Magnum.  He shakes his head and pulls me up off the bed.

We go down to the lower level.  The back area is empty, but too many guys have seen us head back there and follow. 

“Bathroom,” I mutter and we close the door on the on lookers.

“Fuck me until I cum.”

I hold up the condom again.

He takes it and tosses it away.  “I want you up my butt raw.  Just don’t cum in me.”

I grin.  He puts one leg up on the sink and I push into his spit wet hole.  He’s tight and velvety.

“Choke me.” 

It takes me a second for it to sink in, then my hand finds his neck.  I squeeze it as I pump.  Almost instantly, his big cock dumps a load on the tiled floor.


My two bottoms have gone home. 

I do some oral.  I get a load down my throat.

I watch two very young men fuck.  When they stop—just short of cumming—I ask the bottom if he want s another dick.

“You’re too big for me, but you can eat me out.”

I lay on the bed and have a third young ass on my face.  I jerk.  I’m close. 

He gets off me.  “Great,” he tells me, “It’s just too much after his fuck.”  He nods towards the top who is lying next to us and stroking.

“You can eat my hole, if you want,” the top tells me.  He gets on all fours and juts his hairless ass towards me.  I tongue fuck him.  I make him cry out in pleasure.  And shoot.  He collapses on the bed.

I rear up and swivel around.  I unload my entire pent up evening all over his surprised (and pleased) face.

Monday, October 3, 2016

Bonus Post: FP Elsewhere on the Web

I played with Jacob and Derrick this weekend.

He posted this hot picture of our play.

Click here to take you there.

We had Jacob hooded and restrained on a chair as I moved my good fuckbench into their playroom.

It was great surprising him.

Even better fucking him.

And fisting him, too.