Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Hour by Hour -- In the Bedroom

Western Michigan—March, 2017

Hour Thirteen

I sit up in bed.  I am not sure where I am.  I’ve been deep asleep, but I’m awake now…

I look around barely making out the familiar Asian art.  I know now.  I am tucked into the guest bedroom.  I lie back.  A good dinner out.  Some rather mindless television back in the study.   Being curled up on the couch next to Derrick, with Jacob at our feet, doing his nightly yoga.  We weren’t there for long—we were all tired from a long work week and over three hours of play.

I go back to sleep, dreaming of Jacob massaging my left instep.

Hour Fifteen

I awake.  Really wake up this time.  I can hear clatter upstairs.  I check my email quickly, than go up to investigate, first donning one the guest bathrobes that hang in the closet. I am given coffee.  And a morning hug.  We all sit on the sofa in the study.  My cock is soon poking out of the bathrobe.

There is some mild oral play…and we agree we are all horny.   We all retreat to various showers to freshen up.

Hour Sixteen

We reassemble in the guest room.  We want to show Jacob Derrick’s improved throat fucking skills—which we worked on while he was away.  Derrick plops down on his back, his head over the edge of the bed.   It’s so much better here, than on that narrow bench last night.  I stand over him, astride his face, and fuck into his open mouth. 

“Fuck his face,” I urge Jacob as I step to one side. 

He pumps his engorged dick to the root.  Repeatedly.  He gives way to me.

I fuck his mouth some more.  Easily three quarters of my dick disappearing down his throat.

Jacob is sucking his partner’s dick.  I lean down and share it with him.  We love passing it back and forth to each other. 

Jacob goes back to Derrick’s mouth.  He picks up his tempo this time.  He’s really giving it to him.  Then he goes back to sucking Derrick’s dick, kneeling between his legs.  I take over in Derrick’s mouth.  Jacob rears up.  I think for a moment he might sit on the dick he’s been sucking, but instead, he raises Derrick’s legs and thrust his very wet, very hard dick into Derrick’s ass.

“Oh, yeah!”  Jacob grunts out.

“Fuck him,” I command.  “One in each hole.”

Jacob is building to a climax.  It’s been no time at all—well, for us.  He shoots into Derrick’s ass.  Shot after shot.  I can see his body contract with each dick spasm. 

He stays in place a long time.  I take my dick out of Derrick’s mouth.  I move around, just as he’s pulling out.  “In my mouth.”  I clean his cock, though he can barely stand it.  I lick every drop off his still hard dick.

“Roll over,” I tell Derrick.  He knows just what I want.  He gets on all fours and I lap up the cum leaking from his hole.

“Oh, yeah….” Jacob says again.  Softly this time, drawing the words out.

I lick his hole until there is no cum left outside.  I begin the assault on what was not pulled out by Jacob’s dick—but shot deep.  I get some, but not enough.  My dick is aching.  I fuck him briefly.  Not for the fuck but for the act of my dick pulling out cum.  I am rewarded with a large dollop, oozing down his taint.  I lick it up.  I groan, deep in the back of my throat.

“Let’s do the rimseat.  I need more of this.”

We go into the playroom.  I pull it out from where it’s stored under the sling.  I get down and get under.  Gravity does its work.  Considering he was the only one to shoot last night, Jacob has shot an amazing amount of jizz up his partner.  I lap and swallow.  I grunt in amazement as cum keeps dripping into my mouth.

I poke some of it back into him, only to let it run out again.  And again.

I don’t ever want to get up.


But I do.  For I really need to fuck…

(To be continued…)

Monday, April 24, 2017

Hour by Hour -- In the Playroom

Western Michigan--March, 2017

Hour Two

Derrick looks at the boy—then at me.

“Playroom.”

I grab my bag—as I’ve brought some toys—and we head downstairs…

I’m the last one down.  By the time I close the door to the playroom, Jacob is already in the sling.  Derrick is fastening his wrists to the sling chains.

I speak up.  “We should blindfold him.”

Derrick points to where the blindfolds are kept, atop a high shelf by the leather sofa.  I get it, and put it on Jacob’s handsome face.  He looks totally helpless as he settles back into the sling.  And totally hot.

Derrick gestures for me to go first.  I kneel and start eating Jacob’s ass.  Jacob moans.  It’s no secret which of us is rimming him.  Derrick works his nipples.  It’s so easy to go deep with his legs splayed out and in the stirrups.  I make his hole incredibly wet.

I stand up.  My cock finds his just-beginning-to-gape pucker.  I push in.  Jacob begins to tremble.  I hold for just a moment.  And then my hips are pounding into him.  The sound of our coupling fills the closed, rather dark room. 

I pull out.

I taste his hole.

And fuck him again.

I give way and let Derrick have a turn.  He sits on the ottoman and begins rimming Jacob hungrily.  I move to the side and bend over Jacob.  I suck and chew each nipple.  I clean his exposed pit.  They have become incredibly fragrant.  I look to Derrick, he’s just stood up and is fucking.  I kiss him deeply, letting him sample Jacob’s pheromones on my tongue.  He groans and fucks Jacob all the harder.

I go the other side of the sling.  I repeat with my tongue:  nipple, pit, nipple, pit, Derrick’s mouth. 
I move around and replace Derrick between Jacob’s legs. 

It’s my turn to taste the now thoroughly fucked hole.  I lap up all the ass juice Jacob has been producing.  My dick drips as I go into him again.

I fuck him.  Trying to keep it slow this time.  But I can’t.  I just want to pound that beautiful, upturned butt…

Hour Three

I take a break from the fucking.  I’ve been up him three times, Derrick twice.

Derrick has found a glass dildo from the overflowing baskets of ass toys.  He lubes it up and begins worming it into the still blindfolded Jacob.  It has to feel incredibly cool after all the hot flesh.  It’s a good 6 inches—maybe more—of clear glass of inside him .  Jacob sighs.  He loves the difference in feel—how hard and how cool it is.  Derrick pulls it out.  He turns it around and pushes the thicker handle up his partner’s accommodating ass.

Derrick releases Jacob’s arms but keeps him blacked out.  I go to my bag and grab the toy I brought.  And a condom. 

It’s a vibrating bullet.  I drop into the tip of the condom and roll the latex down my shaft.  I insert.  Jacob thinks I’m just fucking him again, but then I hit the control button.  The tip on my penis begins to vibrate and throb.  Jacob groans and asks what it is.  I don’t answer.  I just turn it up a notch.  My cock loves it, but not as much as Jacob’s ass.  I fuck him slowly vibrating all the way in and all the way out.

I kick it up one more notch.  Jacob grabs his cock and begins beating it.  I slow the power down a notch.  Then off and pull out.

I grease up my hands.

Jacob gasps as he feels my Elbow Greased fingers begin a lateral stretch.  I work my right hand up him.  His ass pops shut on my wrist.  Jacob stops jerking, so as not to shoot.

I pull out and work my left up him.

I am able to begin a slow back and forth with my fists.

With a huge grunt and a massive spurt, Jacob coats himself with jism.  I pull out carefully and bend to lick some up.

We help a panting, spent boy out of the sling.  Jacob sits on the couch as I help Derrick into the stirrups.

Hour Four

I kneel and begin to eat Derrick’s ass.  We’ve been sweating.  I clean his pits as well.

I fuck him as he jerks.  Jacob come over and smothers Derrick with his armpit.  Derrick tongues it—jerking even harder.  Jacob moves around to the other side.

I pause. Derrick looks at me quizzically and I nod—our need for food is greater than our need to get off. 

We clean up and head out to eat…


To be continued…

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Hour By Hour -- In the Study

West Michigan—March, 2017

Jacob had been away.  Far away.  But he was home now—and we wanted to celebrate.  I went over late Friday afternoon.  I didn’t come home for…well, a very long time.

Hour One

The guys are horned.  There is some small talk about Jacob’s travels, but not much.  I am ushered into the study where the television has a kaleidoscope of hot men (most bearded or in leather or both) playing on the big screen.  Jacob helps me out of my boots.  My jeans.  My underwear.  The boots go back on.  Jacob laces them up.  I sit and let him serve me.

And then I’m enveloped by men.  Jacob takes me as deep as he can in his throat.  Derrick has his tongue in my mouth.  My cock was semi-hard before—now it is rock hard.  And making Jacob gag.  He pulls off, takes a deep breath and then shows me he has been working on his deep throat technique.  Derrick kisses me a second time, a hand on my shoulder, pulling me closer.  Our tongues push into each other again.  I suck his as though it were a cock.

I push Jacob’s head over onto his partner’s dick.  I break the kiss and suck on Derrick’s nipples.  Then I slide to the floor.  I pull Jacob’s ass up so he is on all fours—while still sucking.  I spread his furry cheeks and find his hole.  He groans around Derrick’s cock and as I hit home.  My tongue goes deeper and deeper. My cock is dripping like crazy.  I rear up and poke it at his wet pucker—more tease than wanting to enter.  Derrick reaches down and pulls his partner’s ass apart.  I give the slightest push and I am in.  Jacob pulls off Derrick’s dick and pants like he’s in labor.  I give him a moment, then push him back down on Derrick’s cock and just let my cock sit in his hot, throbbing hole.

Derrick stands up.  He grabs the narrow bench we’ve used before and places it so it’s perpendicular to the sofa.  “Get up on it so he can fuck you.”

Jacob does as he’s told.  It is slightly precarious to be on all fours on it, as it is so narrow.  I get behind him.  I kneel.  It’s so much easier to get into his ass now.  He squirms and presses his butt back onto my face.  Derrick moves around to feed Jacob his dick.  I stand.  I enter him slowly.  
Deliberately.  I inch into his ass.  Jacob pulls off the cock in his mouth and pants again.  I bottom out.  I don’t move.  I wait until Jacob goes back to sucking before I begin fucking his ass.

I mix up the stroke length.  One minute it’s long and slow.  The next I am hard driving into him—pushing his whole body towards Derrick, making sure he swallows every inch of his prick.

I pull out of Jacob’s ass.  Derrick bends and sucks off the juices. 

We kiss. 

I go back in and fuck.

Pull out.

Clean.

Kiss.

I fuck some more.

This time, after he cleans my cock, we switch sides.  I have Jacob suck me and Derrick fucks him.  I bend to taste Jacob’s ass on Derrick’s dick on his first pull out.

And again.

We give Jacob’s knees a break.

Derrick lies down on the bench, his head hanging over the edge.  I know just what he wants.  I begin a slow face fuck.  I am almost as deep as when we did this on the bed.  Jacob watches at first, stroking his engorged dick.  Soon, he replaces Derrick’s jerking hand with his mouth. 

The room is alive with the noise of extremely wet cock sucking.  I have increased the speed of my fucking.  I’m giving him at least half my length on every stroke.  Often much more.  It’s making me breathe hard.

We break for Derrick to slightly readjust his big frame on this tiny bench.  His head is now on the flat surface.  I turn around and sit on his face.  His tongue finds my hole.  He snuffles like a pig and digs in.  I let him eat for bit, then turn around so I’m facing Jacob.  I sit again and let Derrick get his fill of my hairy ass.  Jacob comes up for air.  He straddles Derrick and guides that spit covered cock into the hole I’ve opened.  As soon as he has it in place, he leans towards me.  We hug and hold onto each other as, each in our own way, we  ride the man beneath us.

It can’t last.  My legs are screaming from being bent in a plie’ for so long, Jacob is having trouble keeping his balance and Derrick has been smashed into the thin bench.

We break. 

We hug.

We laugh.

Derrick looks at the boy—then at me.

“Playroom.”

I grab my bag—as I’ve brought some toys—and we head downstairs…

To be continued….


My aim is to write a little of this session up each day before I head to CLAW….

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Inspiration


This is from the post I'm working on...

One of those 'lost in rimming' moments with Derrick...

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Dueling Rimmers

My Playroom—February, 2017

My last play date of the month was with an old friend.  Mikey, the Breeder’s older brother, was making the trip out to my house.  We don’t see each other very often, but we both look forward to the times we can make it work.  We found one of those times as February drew to a close.

I open the door.  He looks rested.  Well, more so than I have seen him of late. We hug.  I nuzzle his graying hair—which is cut shorter than I remember.  I like the way he doesn’t want to let go of me.

We go up and he strips off.  I just have to take off my bathrobe and I am naked but for my jock and my boots.  He comes over from stowing his clothes in the bureau and drops to his knees in front of me.  I am hard.  Achingly so.  The jock is pulled aside and I am treated to his well-practiced mouth and tongue.  He knows not to forget my balls.

We trade off.  I love the size of the cock head in my mouth.  I take him to the root.  Repeatedly.  I get up and kiss him again.  Without a word he gets on the fuck bench.  I kneel behind his ass.  My tongue connects.  I always forget how hairless he is everywhere but his stomach and the ass crack I’m currently making sopping wet.  I poke into his pucker.  Mikey grunts and mutters what I take to be “Eat me.”

I must be on his ass for ten minutes.  We are in no hurry today.  Almost reluctantly I rise and poke my cock into the tight hole that is now slack and open.  He grunts again.  It’s a ‘welcome in’ sigh.  I hold.  And begin a fuck.  I tell myself to keep it easy.  But my dick has a mind of his own.  I am soon battering his ass with all my strength.

*****

The moment Mikey gets up from the bench he asks if it was time to rim me.  I get in the sling.  He helps me in and hunkers down in front of my exposed ass.  He licks my balls, my thighs, my perineum, occasionally my shaft, but mostly it’s my hole. 

I never know what to write at this point.  My mind goes elsewhere.  I float.  I stroke myself—and sometimes I stop doing that to just luxuriate in what he is doing down there.  I look up in the mirror.  I see the look of determination on his face to make me feel good.  I know he really wants to fuck me, but he never brings it up.

We aren’t done.  I am ready to fuck as I get out of the sling, but “I want to taste you deeper.  Get on the rimseat.”  He gets under and he does just what he said he’d do—go deeper.  Even that is not enough for him, he puts me on all fours on the bed and eats me out until I have to make him stop.

*****

I am still on the bed.  But lying flat on my back now.  Mikey is riding my dick.  I know he loves the sling, but he wants to feel my whole body under him.  And I am more than fine with that.  I also know I won’t likely be able to shoot this way—I need to be in more control of the thrust.  And he’s asking for my load now.  He wants part of me to take home with him.

We go to the sling.  I go back to eating his hole the moment his legs are in the stirrups.  Again, I have no way of knowing how long I go at him with my tongue.  But it’s such a different hole now—battered and puffy.  I stand and let my cock head push against those swollen lips.

I fuck.

Then it’s back to my knees and to taste my handiwork.

My tongue goes in extra deep—and my orgasm is there.

I stand.  I make it into his hole just in time to explode.

*****

He has often sent me a text after he’s left, telling me how women and dogs on the street know he has been well fucked— how they can tell my smell, my seed, my essence is inside of him.  Both women and dogs look at him quizzically, reacting to all those pheromones. 

This time the text was more of a story…


“So I made it to just outside Ann Arbor and had to stop.  There was a guy there when I entered the men’s room showing off a beautiful cock, but he freaked out and left.   While pissing, a 6'5" ginger with a flat top, combat boots and army fatigues came in with a very large cock like yours, and I took his load in my throat, Daddy.  While I was washing my hands, looking in the mirror, this big fucker proudly stepped back to display his wares so I thought it best to do my part for our country.”

Friday, April 14, 2017

Corrupting the Voyeur

My Playroom—February, 2017

Stan wanted a return visit.  (You can review his first time in the playroom here.)  His work schedule is really hard to schedule around.  But we made it work and chose a date. 

On the day before the meet, I got an email from him.  I sighed, sure he had to cancel.  But no.  He wondered if I would be okay if a bud of his came along to observe the fisting.  “And maybe take some pictures.”  Well, you can guess what I answered.

They arrived in good time.  Stan went in to clean up and I showed the new guy up to the playroom.   Chris was a young, good looking cub. Tall, with a well groomed goatee and an easy smile.  Stan had sent me picturess of his big, veiny dick.  I asked him if we were seeing that today.  He told me he was versatile and hesitant about playing bare.  I told him to do as much as he felt like—or do nothing.  We were fine with any pictures he wanted to take.  I thought Stan and I would be more comfortable if he wasn’t fully dressed.  I suggested he get out of at least some of his clothes and showed him where to stow them.  He agreed as he wanted easy access for stroking his dick.


Stan in on his knees, on the padded part of the floor, just in front of the fuck bench.  We are turned so Chris can see my cock going into Stan’s mouth.  I don’t know which makes me harder—the great oral service or the idea this young man is watching us and kneading his boxer briefs.  I pull Stan up and into a hug.

“Let’s get you on the bench.”  Stan hops up.  His hairy ass is right in my face.  I dive in—tonguing him hard.  Chris, behind us now, stands up to see more.  I pull Stan’s cheeks apart and rim him deeper.  I groan in the back of my throat.  I lick and spit.

I stand up.   I slap my cock on his butt.  I thrust into him.  Stan mutters a “Fuck, yeah!” I am pretty sure I hear Chris stroking but I don’t turn around to see.  I fuck long and slow.  I build to a good hip slapping tempo.  I pull out and go around to feed Stan my cock.  As Stan swallows me down I watch Chris stroking his big dick.  The pictures don’t lie.  I think his head is larger than mine.  I grin and go back to Stan’s ass.

I fuck.  

I pause and reach for the eggheaded toy.  I lube it up and work it into Stan.   I intend to add my cock.  Chris is suddenly at our side, stroking, eyes riveted to my cock head sliding along the ribbed column back into Stan.  Stan is double stuffed and loving it.

Chris strokes.

And then in a swift decision, Stan is triple stuffed.  Chris is feeding him that fat dick.  I fuck harder. 
The toy comes out.  I go back in.  We fuck into Stan from both sides.

I pull out.  I bring my dick up to Stan’s mouth.  He goes back and forth between our cocks.   First one, then the other.  He tries to take both our heads.  He can’t.

I offer Chris Stan’s ass with a wave of my hand. 

“I’ll stay right here.  Fuck him some more.”

I do.  Chris fucks his face.   Stan looks like he is in a blissful trance.

*****

We move to the sling.



I fuck Stan.



Soon I glove up (due to a split nail).  I use the speculum.  Chris has the camera out now.  I have him run his finger inside Stan, having him find Stan’s prostate.  He does.  You can see it on Stan’s face.

“I need to get one of these,” Chris tells me.

Speculum out and hand in.  Then the other.



We spend some time letting Chris trying out fisting Stan. 

 Soon, I go back to doing a true fist fuck.  With alternate hands.  In and out.  Back and forth.

I tell Chris I really want to eat his hairy ass—would he be willing?  His answer is to have Stan take a break on the bed and Chris gets in the sling. 

I chow down.  I love it, but I want to make sure Stan is not feeling left out. It’s his play date after all.
“Let’s move to the rimseat.  Chris rides my tongue, Stan rides my dick.”

It’s heaven.  I am eating out this large, hairy butt that is so full it can cut off my air as he grinds down on my tongue.  Stan greases up my rampant cock and sits on it.  I assume Chris reaches out and twists Stan’s nipples.  I assume this from the way Stan’s breath quickens and the way his hole grips my dick.

Now Stan is plunging up and down on my cock.  I can hear Chris beating off as I eat him out. 

Suddenly Chris stands up.  Is he going to shoot?

“I want to fuck,” he tells Stan.  “I really want to double fuck you.”

We all assemble on the bed.  I’m on my back.  Stan mounts me again, and flattens his chest to mine.  
Chris plows into him and along my cock.  He pulls me out on the first back stroke.  We try again.  This time it works.  It is a one of those rare DP’s that actually feels good.  Stan’s ass is open to allow us both room; tight and wet enough to feel great.  I love that big dick gliding along my shaft as he does all the pumping.

And then we just fuck Stan. Chris first.  Hard and brutally. 

I slow it down, but I go deeper.  I fuck every stroke into his second ring. 

Chris goes back up him.  Another brutal attack.

It’s all about us now.

We fuck Stan into a quivering mass of ass flesh—taking our cocks however we want it.


Over and over.

Monday, April 10, 2017

The Newcomer's Cum

St. Louis---February, 2017

Will, the man in the sling in the cellar, was not sure he and his partner, Bruce, could host the yearly sex party they usually throw for me.  As it turned out, we managed a slightly smaller gathering on my final night in St. Louis.

My dick is deep inside Will.  To the hilt.  I’m grinding my overgrown pubes into his upturned ass.  I look down at him in the sling.  We are just off the lounge area upstairs.  Six or seven men are in there, watching a guy they know from town in his porn debut.  Will and I are fucking.

He’s sucked me.  He’s gotten in the sling.  I’ve rimmed him.  Now we are going at it.  I deliberately make my hips slap his ass.  The sound of our sex draws others out.  At first just one.  Then a pair.   Soon the room is alive with guys on their knees, sucking each other’s cocks.  First one is down on his knees.  They switch off.  Or switch partners.  One man does two—I hear him grunting with trying to fit them both into his mouth.  The two of us keep fucking.  The other six are all oral.  So far.

“You want this ass?” I ask the biggest dick—who is currently getting blown right next to us.  He nods.  He fucks Will.  Hard.   Deep.  In an erratic rhythm that is nothing like the one I used.

I get to clean his cock when he breaks.  And go back up Will.

I hear a man climax.  I can’t quite tell who it is in the semi darkness.  But he leaves—and leaves the man who was servicing him licking his lips and beard.

A new guy arrives.  A stranger.  The rest of these guys have been to these parties—or at least played with the hosts before.  Not this one.  “New in town,” Bruce whispers in my ear.  He is drop dead gorgeous.  Tall, broad shouldered and with perfect pecs he stands in the archway watching us.  He has sandy colored cropped hair. There is a dusting of hair on his chest and a tangle pubes above a cock that is a perfect slab of meat.

Bruce walks over and greets him.  And then the men devour him.  Mouths are everywhere on him—cock, balls nips and ass.  He lets it happen.  He’s used to it, I’m sure.  He lets at least three men suck his cock—and then he walks to the sling.

“Can anybody fuck him?” he asks.

I nod.  “But I want to suck your cock when you pull out.”

The newcomer grins and Will gets his third cock of the night.

I let my cock be sucked as I watch.  I don’t want to miss my clean up duties.  The new guy is fucking extremely slowly—letting Will savor every millimeter of the dick.  I can see Will working his ass.  He’s squeezing that thick invader.  I know firsthand the milking potential of that hole. 

I move around and bend my cocksucker over the bed next to the sling and rim him.  This seems to excite the newcomer—he picks up his fuck pace.  The other man who’s fucked Will is kneeling on the bed--thrusting into my man’s mouth.  The fucking beside us grows even more intense.  Is he going to blow a load? 

He stops.  And he remembers.  He taps me on the shoulder.  I pull my face out of the ass and clean the proffered cock.  “Thanks, bud.”  And he pushes my face back into the wet ass I was eating.

I can no longer keep straight who is where.  It’s a free for all now.  At one point, I am fucking the man I was eating.  The other top is sucking the newcomer.  Bruce is getting head by the youngest guy there.  Two men are in Will’s two holes. 

I pull out of the ass I’m fucking and kneel to taste it again.  I rim him until he’s begging for my cock again.  When I stand up, there’s a guy in Will but everyone else has gone to the other bed room.  I hear the sounds of fucking, but I stay right where I am.  Pounding the hole I can’t keep my face out of…

*****

I fuck Will again when my bottom takes a break.  Then I investigate the other room.  The first top up Will is riding the Newcomer’s cock.  The handsome newcomer explodes inside him right about the moment I walk in.  He shouts out his orgasm—and when he calms down, he notices me.

“You felch?”

“Are you kidding?”

“I want to see you eat my load out of him.”

“Sure.”

“Sit on his face like you sat on my dick,” he says to the man who is still milking his cock.   

I lay down next to them.  The bottom switches men.  From crotch to face—from cock to tongue.  After a few experimental prods of my tongue, I am treated to an avalanche of jism.  It runs directly in to my mouth.  I gasp and gurgle and swallow.

“Eat it, fucker!!” crows the newcomer.

I do.  Every drop that drips out. 

Then I fuck in it—doggy—and lick up what I pull out with my cockhead. 

I fuck some more.

The bottom is getting tired and begs off.

I go back to Will.


Ever polite, I blow my load in the host.

Friday, April 7, 2017

The Sling In the Cellar

St. Louis—February, 2017

As I mentioned in the last post, I have been going to St. Louis for many years for work.  It’s hardly surprising that I have come to know several men there.  I love the idea of a yearly seeding.  I have written about the parties Will and Bruce throw for me each year.  This year, they weren’t sure they could do that.  So Will came up with a Plan B…something a little different.


It’s Friday night.  Dark.  I park in front of the grand Victorian.  I don’t go to the front door.  Or even to the door to the kitchen I usually use.  I am looking for the cellar.  And there it is—down some steps and under the back porch.  I knock—but I don’t wait for an answer.  I go into a dim room I’ve never seen.  And there he is.  Lying in the sling, blindfold on.  I go over and finger the crack of his hot, muscular ass as I tell him I can’t wait to fuck him.

“And you’re going to get more than my dick, boy.”

Will shivers.  I strip down and get into my jock, chaps, harness and boots.  Laundry facilities are on one side of the room, where I leave my bag.  The other wall has a shelf unit where there is a bag of sex toys.  The sling is by the stairs that must lead up to the kitchen.  I am glad a space heater is fighting the February night temperatures.  I keep looking for the man who is supposed to be here and in charge of Will.  He’s nowhere in sight.  So I just get to it.

I walk over to the reclining hunk of man.  I kneel and taste his hole.  Is he loaded?  I can’t quite tell.  I dig deeper.  He’s certainly very moist.  I dig into him.  Will groans.

“You like having me eat your hole?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You loaded, boy?  You have a nice load up your butt for me to use?”

“No, Sir.  He didn’t show.  You’re the first one here,” Will admits, adding “Sir.”

I kneel again and spread his hard cheeks apart with both hands.  I get deeper into his hole.  I stand up and insert my raw cock.

“Oh, yeah…” Will mumbles to no one in particular, his head lolling to the side.

I fuck him.  Hard.  I know he can take it and likes it hard.

I spell myself with a thick black dildo from the bag.  I add a finger on top of the dildo to the stretch of his hole.

“Break time.” 

 Still blindfolded, I help get him out of the sling.  I put a leather wrist restraint on his right wrist.  One on his left.  I turn him—then clip his arms up on the sling chains, making a makeshift cross.  The flogger is next to the toy bag.  I start slow and easy.  I concentrate on that luscious ass and lower back.  I can’t do anything too high with the low ceiling of the old cellar.

The whack of the flogger fills the tiny space.

Again.

And again.

I go in and press my crotch to his red ass and my chest to his heated back.  I hold him and whisper obscenities in his ear of what I’m going to do to him.  I twist his plumped nipples.

I unclip and get him back in the sling. 

Another toy fucks him.

My dick does, too.

I begin working my fingers into him—the beginning of my whole hand.

The door opens.  A man of about my age enters.  He is balding and is rather round.  He strips down and comes over just as my hand slips in.  The man has entered so silently, Will has no idea someone else is in the room.  The new arrival watches Will’s ass snap shut on my wrist.  He jerks quietly, getting himself hard.

I work in my other hand.

Then my dick.

I pull out and gesture for the new arrival to enter him.  He steps in and thrusts his six inches into Will.
“Oh, yeah…” Will groans in pleasure as he recognizes that it’s a new dick and not me.

We go back and forth.  The new guy loves having me clean his cock of Will’s ass juice. 

But he’s having trouble staying hard.  He flogs his meat like crazy every time I fuck—and that gets him hard enough to enter Will—but he’s pretty limp as he pulls out.

I do another round of my hands.

The guy uses a toy.

I have an early morning meeting, so I decide to wrap up my time here.

“You okay if I load him?” I ask the other top.  “You like fucking in cum?”

“Fuck, yeah!”

Will shivers again from the way we are talking over him—like he was a piece of fuck meat and nothing more.

I taste Will’s hole.

I insert.

I fuck.

Will clamps down on me—as only a fisting bottom can. 

And I exploded in his ass.


I leave the stranger a nice load to play in and go back to my motel.