Friday, June 29, 2018
Derrick and Jacob: Taking Turns, Taking Fists and Taking Loads
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Sunday, June 24, 2018
Randy Opens Up
Grand Rapids—April, 2018
My
next play date was all about fisting, too.
That’s unusual in that I like to vary what I do. But the men could not have been more
different—both in physical type and where they were on the road of working
their ass open. Chris is a wonderfully
hairy bear and just getting to the point of taking a slightly larger hand. Randy is a lithe otter, who has one of the
most experienced holes I know.
Randy
was house-sitting for the host of the group gatherings. He was horny…and wanted a private rematch
with me after our group meets—the ones I recounted in Full Moon Orgy and the
Orgy Triptych.
I
drove north…
I arrive in excellent time. Randy greets me at the door. We hug—and I go back to my car for the sling—and
then the rimseat. We set it up upstairs
and strip. I’m just in a jock and boots
tonight. Randy is in the bathroom,
making sure he is ready for heavy play.
We go up. We
start on the host’s bed. Randy gives me
some great head. The act of sucking my
cock makes his own big dick fill every inch available in another of his
homemade jocks. He doesn’t let me take a
turn on his dick—he just slicks me up and sits on my juicing dick. He grunts his appreciation as he rides
me. I am sprawled over the bed, letting
him do all the work. Eventually, he
pulls off me and cleans my dick, sucking up every drop of his ass juices.
“Sit on my face.”
I want a taste of them, too.
He moves around and lowers his hole onto my waiting
mouth. I love how the fullness of his
ass cuts off my air. I lick his juicy hole
until I literally need oxygen.
We move to the sling. He’s eager to be really fucked—and get to
some asscunt stretching. I eat his hole
a little more in the new position. Randy
groans and tells me to fuck him. I stand
up and stick my dick back into him. He
clamps down on me. Hard. I love how
muscular he keeps his hole. I fuck him
fast and hard. The sound of our damp
bodies slapping together fills the tiny room.
I grease up my hands. My left enters him effortlessly—once he
decides to let me in. And I go deep. Then the right finds its way in. I alternate hands. I go a little deeper each time. And give a little more of a twist on the pull
out. The pouch of his jock is awash with
his precum. He can’t stop. Occasionally I bend over and taste him—then drive
my fist as deeply into him as I can.
I do my speculum.
I crank it open and begin fingering his prostate. This makes his cock drip
that much more. I bend and lick up it up. This time I spit it into his wide open hole. I finger his precum deeply into his willing
hole.
I don’t bother with my toys. He has brought his Mr. Hankey special
toys. I pick up something that is
thicker than my arm. It goes into him
easily after a hit of poppers. He can
take it, milk and push it back at me. I
keep driving it in—he keeps shoving it out, back into my hands. It’s incredibly hot.
I break with the toys and fuck again.
“You going to give me your cum?”
I tell him of course, but not yet.
We take a break to rest his legs—and go to the rim
seat. I wipe a little excess lube off
him with a towel—and I get under the seat.
I actually miss the seal on my mouth we had before, but I love how open
his hole is now. My tongue can snake
into him as deeply as it has ever gone.
And he’s lubing now—a wonderfully viscous fluid that keeps dripping onto
my tongue.
We’ve been there a long time. My jaw aches.
It’s back to the sling.
I fuck.
We play with a toy that stretches for width not
depth.
Then a different giant dong that goes as deep as I’ve
ever seen any man take anything.
His hole is getting tired. We both know it’s time for me to shoot.
I wipe off some extra lube on the outside of his
hole—and taste it. Instantly my dick
stands back up, fully hard. He has
pushed out, giving me the beginnings of a rosebud to lick. My cock loves how it sticks into my mouth. He moans as my tongue works over the folds of
skin. My cock is now drooling. It’s time.
I want to see my cum in the petals of the rosebud.
I stand up.
I fuck Randy
hard.
He grinds back.
He’s a cum collector and knows how to work his ass
for maximum pleasure. He is milking
me. He wants to feel me erupt. He takes a hit and begins to repeat: “Shoot it.
Shoot it, man. Give me your cum.”
I can’t hold back.
I am so ready to seed this young man.
And suddenly it’s there. I fire off spurt after spurt. I can’t stop.
His ass clamps down on me. He
wants every drop and tells me so. I collapse
on his chest, cock still in his hot, wet mancunt.
I stay immobile until my dick begins to go
down. I slide down to my knees. “Push,” I whisper. “Let me see it.”
He does. The rosebud
emerges, now dripping with white cum. I
lick him clean as he shivers. I don’t
swallow all of it. I save some to share…
Since
a picture is worth 978 words, in this case, I have posted a few from his
twitter account.
And
with writing that we now have 1000 words.
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
Slowly Opening Chris
Northwest
Indiana—April, 2108
Fisting is a process. I worry about people who claim they can
always open anyone up on the first attempt.
Chris (the hairy bear I’d met while working in Indiana) and I found time
for another meet one afternoon. He had
taken a small hand once, but we had not been successful with my medium sized
ones so far.
He met me in his garage and grabbed
my bag of leathers. We talked for awhile
in his kitchen, but soon went down to the lower level. Fisting porn was playing on his wide screen
television. We chatted a little longer
as we sat on his sofa, but soon I felt his hand on my bulging Levi’s…
Chris
kneads my mound of cock through the denim.
I am growing steadily, even though trapped inside my 501’s. He’s naked but for a jock. I undo my belt. He unbuttons my fly. There’s underwear in the way, but soon I’m
released. My cock springs up and he
bends to take it in his mouth. I move
around, to face him a little more, to help the angle. He slobbers on my thick dick, making me
really wet.
I
stand up and fuck his face a little. I
hate my jeans around my knees. I call a
halt for a moment and strip. It’s cool enough
downstairs on this April evening for me to dress in my chaps. I have a well rinsed jock on under that. I add the harness. Chris is back on me the moment I walk over to
the couch. Standing, I’m at the perfect
angle for his him to deep throat me. He
does. I grind into him.
It
makes me want to lick his ass. I ask him
to to lean over the back of the couch.
It’s a good height for him to be comfortable and a perfect one for me to
kneel behind him. I bury myself in his
hairy ass. I open him with my constantly
moving tongue. He groans, encouraging me
to go deeper. I drill it into him,
leaving the surrounding hair sopping wet.
I am so ready to fuck—but I don’t want to do it here.
We
go into his playroom and he hops in the sling. I sit on the big ottoman and continue eating
out his hole. I hear poppers open. I let him re-cap them before I stand up and
slide my still wet, still drooling dick into him. I push in.
All the way. I grind my pubes
against his ass. I hold for a moment. He nods at me—and I begin a slow fuck.
He
is self lubing like crazy around my cock.
He feels great. I keep a steady, slow tempo for a very long time. Eventually I let myself go and build up to a
speed that causes my balls to slap his ass.
I finally stop—slightly winded.
I
grab the egg-headed dildo. I do a quick
smear of lube on it. It goes into Chris
as easily as my dick did. I let him
adjust to that big knobbed end. I push
the base down and my cock slides along the ribs.
Chris
groans and grabs the poppers. He inhales
and tells me how full he feels. The vapors
relax him, as I begin moving in and out of his full ass. The bottom of my dick is being massaged by
the ribbed column; the top and sides by hot flesh. I can never get enough of this feeling. I love how it tightens everyone up. I fuck him hard. Then I use just the toy on him, before adding
my dick back in for another round.
I
move on to a toy of his—well, one left by another trick. It’s a really thick dildo. I grease it thoroughly and work it much more
slowly into him. It’s a stretch, but he
takes it—easily. “Fuck,” he groans as I
get about 2/3 of it up him. There is no
way I’m adding my dick with this one. But
I do work two—then three— extra fingers into him with the latex toy still in place.
I
pull it out slowly.
The
speculum is greased and inserted. A slow
crank open. He poppers up again. I crank it wide enough to add my dick. He takes one more hit—and I enter him. Now my cock has cool metal on the sides and
hot flesh above and below. I do a long,
slow stroke to relish the unique feeling.
The speculum makes a sucking sound as my cock comes out of it on the
back stroke. We both get lost in the
feelings my dick is creating.
I
crank it a slight turn more open. I fuck
with the toy in this position, too—giving him the maximum stretch
possible. I pull out and crank it
shut. I begin to grease up my
hands. This instantly makes Chris take a
hit of poppers.
I
work three fingers of my left hand up him.
A slow twist and out.
The
same with the right. Again and again.
Now
it’s four fingers to the knuckle. I
twist them, hold and pull out. I repeat
with the other hand. Back to the
left. Back to the right. On and on.
I
re-grease my hands and my cock. I fuck
him for a moment, than slide three fingers into him alongside my dick. I fuck with them in place.
I
fuck him with just my dick. I work four
fingers of my left into him. Now the
right. Now all eight and do a lateral
stretch. He groans in pleasure.
I
pull out my right and the left twists into him.
For a moment I think I’m about to go over the knuckles, but nope. I remove it slowly when I realize I’m not
going in yet.
I
do the same thing with my right. It’s my
bigger hand, but for some guys, it seems to fit easier. Three fingers first. Add the fourth.
Poppers
and a try for the fist.
Nope.
And
so it goes. Repeatedly.
All
eight fingers is great—and Chris loves the stretch. But my whole hand is not going into him.
Yet.
We
both have family commitments this evening.
When we realize it’s not going to happen, I wipe him down of excess lube
and we go back to fucking.
“You
want me to load you?”
He
looks at me as if I’ve asked the stupidest question possible.
I
fuck some more, then hunker down and soothe his ravaged hole with my
tongue. As always, tonguing fucked out
hole gets my balls churning. I stand
up. I slide into his stretched hole.
I
fuck fast and not for too long.
I
feel it coming and shoot into him with a guttural cry. I collapse onto his hairy chest and his arms
wrap around me…
Sunday, June 17, 2018
Jake Morgan Takes Off
Jake Morgan’s porn career seems to be doing really
well.
Twitter: Here
You will remember that I got to
fuck Jake—and the Professor made use of Jake’s versatility—on one of our trips
to Chicago.
This picture appeared in my in-box this morning.
I know he also recently bottomed for Deviant Otter.
I wanted to get to Cleveland for his performances at Flex...but the timing was terrible.
All this just makes me hungry for us to meet again.
Twitter: Here
Wednesday, June 13, 2018
A Pig in His Pen
Amish Country, Indiana—April, 2018
I
have a number of men I see only occasionally, but I still consider them
regulars for the play picks up from where we last left off. Such is the man who I first met by “raping”
him at his farmhouse in the middle of the all those cornfields. I had last used him in October with another leather
top. (You can find all our meets by
hitting “farmhouse” in the label cloud.)
He
wrote me out of the blue. He told me he
had been playing with some large toys for the last few months and wanted to
show off his muscle hole to me. He was
sure that my hand would now fit into his slender ass with no problem. While he had a good basement playroom, I
decided to take my fuck bench and rimseat, to add to his sling and tableful of toys.
He
was very quiet when I arrived, with barely a mumbled hello. He helped carry things down to the
basement. I did the set up as it’s
simply faster than telling another person what piece I need next. And the boy was fine with being on his knees,
head down, gazing at the floor. I stripped
down to the jock I am making filthy for a reader in Canada. It is discolored and reeks of piss and
sweat. We started play with my grabbing
the back of his head and bringing his face and open mouth onto the yellowed
pouch of the jock…
“Get it wet,” I tell him. “Make all those juices come back to life.”
He hungrily does what I ask. His tongue runs over the rough fabric. The smell is totally intoxicating him. My cock grows in the pouch as he mouths me
ravenously. It finally protrudes. I move his head so he can lick the head of my
dick. I squeeze my balls and give him a drop
of pre-cum to add to the flavors in his mouth.
Now he’s sucking me properly. All the way to the root every time. He holds himself down on me, with me filling
his throat—daring himself to finally choke.
He never does. He pulls off me each
time with strand after strand of deep spit.
My fingers wipe some off his chin.
My now slick fingers fuck his mouth.
“Get up on the bench.” He does—pushing his jock framed ass towards me. I unleash a huge stream of piss. I play it up and down his ass crack. He’s mumbling something I can’t make
out. When I run out of piss, I get on my
knees and begin rimming his hole. I don’t
clean him up much—I just push some piss into his hole.
“Fuck that piss into me,” he whimpers. “Fuck me.”
I ignore him and keep licking and spitting. Finally, I stand up and enter him. Not particularly gently. “Take it.”
“Yes, Sir.
Fuck me with that big dick!”
He feels great.
He’s very wet—from me and his own lube.
I swear his ass lubricates just by sucking my dick. I pull out of his hole. This is the reason I wanted the bench. I want easier ass to mouth than the sling
provides. He hungrily sucks me clean and
asks for more. I go back to his hole and
fuck a few more strokes.
I bring it back to his face again and again. I leave his hole frothy—as if he has a cumload
already in him. Some days that might be
true, but I don’t think it is today. The
last time I bring his ass juices to his mouth, I find I can piss a little more—so
I feed him a couple of spurts as a reward for being a good boy.
I fuck him another round, but add the egg-headed
dildo first. His ass takes the toy and
me easily.
I stop fucking.
I grab a paddle and start softly warming his ass cheeks with it. They grow from white to pink to very red…and
very warm to the touch when I switch to my hand. I chug Gatorade between each blow. When his ass is crimson, I tell him to get
off the bench and under the rimseat.
I lower the toilet seat, framing his face. I stand astride his chest. “Open your mouth.” He does.
I shoot a stream of very clear piss straight into his mouth. He gurgles happily, trying desperately to
swallow fast enough. He can’t—he gives
up and enjoys having some of it cascade over his goateed chin.
I sit on his wet face and tell him to eat my
hole. The warmth of the piss feels great
on my ass as he starts to eat me out. I
crack open the fresh bottle of Jungle Juice he always has for me when he knows
I’m coming. I know it opens my hole for
him. He grunts and moans and mumbles
again as he uses his tongue to give me pleasure.
I keep
drinking as he rims me. I want to feed
him a load truly direct from the tap. I
finish the bottle and move to stand up.
“Take another hit, Sir.”
I settle back down and uncap the poppers once
more. It’s my turn to moan as he seems to
spear me with his tongue…
*****
He’s in the sling.
I fuck him.
I use a medium sized toy on him—hating the nasty
pinkness of its “flesh” coloring.
I fuck him.
I use an ass tunnel.
It goes in easily…and I enjoy my cock popping through the open end of it
deep into his guts.
I let his legs rest by getting him out of the
sling. He goes to his knees and I feed
him the fresh piss load. This time he
swallows every drop.
Only then does he get back in the sling and my hand
replaces my cock.
He takes my left hand easily. A little longer for my slightly bigger right
hand to snap into his hole.
I try to work my cock in with my hand…but back off
that idea.
I settle for a stretch of my left in him and four
fingers of my right gliding over my wrist and up into his wet hole.
Again and again.
But I am running out of time—we’ve been playing for
a couple of hours now.
I pull my hands out and stroke my dick back to full
hardness.
I breed him quickly.
And tell me to keep my seed in him all night.
Sunday, June 10, 2018
Full Moon Orgy
Grand Rapids—March, 2018
I
got a surprise email. The organizer of
the monthly orgy was throwing a second gathering in March. The host had noticed that when the group met
near a full moon, the attendance was higher.
A couple of horny members had talked him into throwing a second
gathering on the full moon to test the theory out. Of course I said I’d go.
Many
of the others regulars were unavailable.
The man I call the Rimmer had other plans, so I was requested to bring
not only my sling but my rimseat. In all
there were close to 15 guys who attended—but we never had more than around nine
at any one time. It was much more of a “get
off and go home” event than usual.
These
gathering are always hard to chronicle as so much is going on, but there are
three moments I particularly want to share…
I am undressing after the set-up upstairs. Randy, the hot, incredibly talented fisting
bottom is there with our host. Many of
the other men are new to me. A cubbish
young man announces as he puts on a jock that this is his first group
play. The host and I exchange a grin as
we troop upstairs. The moment we are
near the bed, the newbie is pushed to his knees. Eight of us ring him and he sucks each of us
in turn, getting every cock rock hard.
A man who I know prefers to bottom is the first one
fucking the newbie. He doesn’t last
long. He announces to the room that he
is about to breed him. Randy is taking
dick right next to the new guy. He moves
around to kiss the orgy virgin and hold on to him as the man shoots his load. I clean the dick of the man who just came—and
fuck him—telling him how hot it was to watch him top.
Every man in the room fucks the newguy. There are no other loads shot, but they all
initiate him into our band with a welcoming fuck. I go last.
I ask if he wants to move to the sling and get off his knees. He agrees, telling me he has never been in a
sling either. I get him situated and
settle down to licking his abused ass. I
find a surprising amount of cum still in him.
I lick out some and leave the rest to fuck in.
I stand up.
My dick is throbbing. I am so
ready to fuck him. I push in. I watch his eyes widen as I he feels my full
length and thickness fill him. “Holy
fuck,” he mumbles. I hold a moment, then
fuck in earnest. Almost instantly I
froth the remaining cum in his hole. I
pull out, smear my cock head in it and fuck it back into him.
The newbie’s cock is poking out of his jock. He finally grabs it and beats a load out of
his drooling dick. I lean over and lick
it up, my cock still in place as he squirms under me…
He leaves—with a fantasy fulfilled.
*****
New guys have arrived to replace those who’ve shot a
load. A beefy Black guy is here. Larry has often been there for our regular
meets, but he’s such a good top, I don’t have much interaction with him. But he always has a long session on the
rimseat with the Rimmer. Well, with the
Rimmer AWOL, it’s my turn to fill in under the chair. He happily sits down and jerks his seven
inches as my tongue invades his hole.
I have gotten him after he’s gone from hole to hole
on the bed and has worked up a real sweat.
His ass crack is really wet. He
tastes acrid and sweet at the same time.
Occasionally a man will come over, straddle my chest and suck Larry’s
cock as I keep on working the hole above me.
“Suck him too,” Larry commands. He’s highly visual and loves seeing the man
move onto my cock. And then back to
Larry.
Randy comes over too. He sucks both of us. When my dick is really
wet, he sits on me and rides me as I slurp away on Larry’s hole. When his knees tire, Randy gets off me and
stands up. He straddles Larry and sits
on his cock while he sits above me. I
can only guess how hot it must look, as all I can really see is beefy ass
filling the seat. I can hear the fuck. And feel it with the rimseat creaking over
me.
When Randy gets off the dick, Larry gets up,
too. Randy sits before I can get out
from under the seat. I am so glad I can’t,
as his ass is awash with Larry’s (or someone’s) load. Instantly the cum starts dripping into my
mouth. And then Randy pushes.
I can’t stop swallowing…
*****
Late in the three hour session, the last two men
show up. They are a couple about my age,
Black and both tops and actually prove the stereotype of Black tops. There are just a few men left. Randy takes one—and the host the other. I know one of them, though I’ve not met his
partner. The two are good. They know how to work their big dicks into
guys. The one I know is fucking the
host.
He calls me over.
“I know what you want. Get on the
floor.” I sit down, my back against the
bed. The host is on his back, legs
splayed and moaning softly. The top
works him slowly until all 9 inches disappear into this small man. Instantly he pulls out, saying “Open.”
I oval my mouth and take his dripping cock deep into
my mouth. He fucks two strokes into my
mouth and dives back into the wet ass next to my head. He plows our host until he is moaning
loudly. Back into my mouth. This time he fucks me deep—I swear he’s
trying to gag me. The moment I think it
may happen, he pulls out and fucks the host’s puffy hole.
Back and forth.
Ass to mouth.
Ass.
Mouth.
All of us getting something that totally turns us
on.
*****
I don’t think either of the couple shoot a load. They partake of the buffet of food and take
off.
Randy is busy working the cum out of a late arrival.
I find my host in the kitchen and get him back to
the bed. I eat his puffy, used
hole. He tells me my tongue feels
wonderful after the pounding he’s taken.
I eat him some more.
And I give him the load he missed out on.
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