Derrick and Jacob: Keeping My Hands Warm

West Michigan—March, 2019

On a chilly March Sunday, I drove to Derrick and Jacob’s beautiful home… 

I am greeted at the door by Jacob wearing Neoprene and what looks like a medieval chastity device across his genitals. 

We all sit in the study.  We chat, but are incredibly aware of the constantly changing slide show of men having incredibly hot sex on their massive television.  I fondle the metal covering Jacob’s dick.

I finally excuse myself to piss and get my cock ring on before it will be impossible.  I strip and choose the Fukd jock and my chaps as I’m still chilled.  When I get back, Derrick is mostly naked save for a leather vest.

The three of us sit on the couch.  Me in the middle.  Our hands are all over each other.  Jacob slips down and gives me head.  He takes more of my cock with every visit.  But he gets an erection—or would have, if the metal codpiece allowed it.  He is told to strip it off.  Derrick has me stand up and he slips down to his knees.

Derrick shows off.  Taking me to the root.  He tells me he has been learning to master his gag reflex.  It’s obviously working.  He never chokes until he has every inch of me down his throat.  Jacob snaps pictures.

Derrick gets up off the floor and sits in his desk chair.  Jacob is right there, bent over and sucking on Derrick.  I go to my knees and bury my face in his furry butt.  My tongue finds his hole.  I poke and prod him as deeply as I can.  He is delicious, as always.  He squirms and grinds back on my tongue.  I slip into him even deeper.  I tongue fuck him until he moans around Derrick’s cock.  I stand up and slide my cock into his hot, wet pucker.  I stop about halfway in.  He relaxes and I push home.

It’s a brief fuck—but one that he loves with cock in both ends of him.  His grunts may be muffled, but we can both see how much he loves it.  When I pull out, I turn Jacob, so Derrick can taste his plowed hole.  I hold on to Jacob, as Derrick feasts on his fucked up pucker.

And we go down to the playroom…

*****

Jacob is in the sling first.

I eat his wet hole some more, and slide my dripping dick into him again.  I grab a small toy out of the basket beside me.  It’s a life like six inch cock and feels as close to real as any toy can.  I stick it in him, pull it out, and stick in the real thing.  Back and forth.  His eyes are on the mirror above him—watching the dicks alternate in his ass.

He knows it’s coming.  I leave the toy in him.  I push it down so my cock goes into his stretched ass on top of it.  He is suddenly very full.  He pants.  And relaxes more.  I fuck, leaving the toy in place.  Jacob is moaning.  Derrick is sitting, his head at dick level watching me plow his partner.

Derrick hands me a new toy.  It’s made of the same life like material, but this one is my size.  I work the new toy into Jacob.

He groans.  “You’re going to put yours in too, aren’t you…?”

I don’t answer.  I just give him a slightly crooked smile, push the toy down and insert my dick.

Jacob moans.  But takes me.  Every inch.  I tell him what a good boy he is.  It’s his turn to smile.  I begin to fuck.  It’s tight.  It feels wonderful.  I am very slow and deliberate with my strokes.  As I speed up, my cock actually pulls the toy out of him where it falls to the mat below with a wet splat.  I keep right on fucking…

*****

My left hand goes into Jacob easily as always, well, in these past few months.  The right is a little more work.  I alternate hands.  Slow and steady.  No punch fisting.  I start to do my dick and hand together…but don’t quite make it all the way in.

Jacob calls a time out.

Derrick gets in the sling.  I become a little more aggressive.  I eat his ass, getting him relaxed for the onslaught of my cock.  I fuck him hard.  Fast and with long strokes.  Jacob presses his ripe armpit over Derrick’s nose and mouth.  This makes Derrick wank his own cock feverishly.

I pull out.  I tongue him again.  My left hand slips into him with ease.  I fuck him again.  I give him my right.  Back to my cock in full plow mode.  My hips slap his ass.  Music to our ears.

I do a lateral stretch.  Eight fingers—four from each hand— pulling him open.  I let my left hand slip up him.  My cock follows.  I stroke myself inside his ass.  I pull the hand out and fuck.  I take my dick out and let my right hand worm its way into Derrick.  I add my cock.  Once again my fingers open inside him to clasp my invading dick.  I jerk.

Derrick jerks.  Faster and faster.

I pull out my dick and leave my hand in place.  My greasy left slides down my right wrist and begins to enter him.  I am at the knuckles.  The smallest amount of pressure and I’m in.  Two hands.  Totally in his ass.

Derrick explodes.  Cum covers his pubes and stomach.  I slide out of him.

He lies there for a long time as I stroke his hole—around it, not going into it.  Finally he gets up.

He hugs me.  A wonderfully sticky embrace. 

“What can we do for you?” he asks.

Jacob’s ears perk up.  “My ass is ready again…”

He gets in the sling.  I eat his hole thinking all the while about breeding his furry, used butt…

IML Lite

About the time this auto-posts, I will be on the road to IML in Chicago.  I have been telling men that I am doing IML Lite this year due to my work schedule.  I am headed in for the massive piss party and a Cum Union held in the Hole at a leather bar.  I am staying north of town, near those two events, not at the host hotel, the main hub of the weekend. 

I will also not write up these two events “live” as I have before—there are just two not over half a dozen in three or four days as in years past.  I have had a quieter spring, so we will get to them fairly fast.  And my summer of work is fast approaching—so it will give me something to write up when my other play is limited.

So, the leather is packed, as are the boots reserved to get sopping wet.

Chicago here I come!

The Fate of the Jock

Amish Country, Indiana—March, 2019

A blog reader sent me the jock which was being destroyed in the last post.  He wanted me to wear it to the piss party.  He hoped I would have it on whenever I fucked.  He got turned on by the idea of fellow pigs licking or chewing it.  He knew I would press it against any wet hole I was fucking.

And I did all that.  For just about two years.  Neither of us were in a hurry.  I wore it until it was too rank for anywhere but the piss party—or a pig like the man who owns the farmhouse.  I was wanting to get it back to the owner—and that’s when I got the idea of shoving it up the pig’s hole and pissing on it one last time for a grand finale.

I don’t think in terms of video when I’m having sex.  But I did this time.  So with the pig’s blessing here is the jock’s last hurrah, just before it was posted back to it’s owner.

Sharing Hole at the Farmhouse

Amish Country, Indiana—March, 2019

I got a text:   “You OK fucking round another top?”

It was from the pig who lives out in the cornfields of Indiana.  The guy, who on first meeting, I climbed through a window to ‘rape’ him. 

I told him I was fine with that. 

My instructions were to be rough and follow the lead of the other top. 

I knew we’d be fisting, so I volunteered to bring the new hanging bench.  He loved that. 

He gave me the date and time again.

And I drove over the next day.

The basement is brighter than I remember it.  The pig has his sling set up, hanging from the rafters.  There is a long table next to it with a ton of sex toys—dongs of every shape, most on the large side.  There is just room for me to set up my frame.  I hang the bench in the flat position.  The pig has gone off to strip and let in the other top.  I change into the nasty jock I am destroying for a blog reader.  And put the boots back on. 

The other top walks in naked but for slightly yellowed jock.  It’s the guy who helped me ‘rape’ the willing pig.  We smile and nod.  And our dicks lengthen. The pig comes in.  He asks if we need water.  I have already cracked a Gatorade open.

“Get on your knees!”  barks out the Top.

The pig drops to the tarp that covers the floor.  He begins to suck the Top.  I jerk a little to full hardness and then beat my cock on the back of his neck.

“And his...”

The pig takes me to the root, showing off how he can take all of me to the smaller dicked man.  The Top isn’t impressed.  He pisses two short blasts all over the pig’s face.  The pig goes back to his cock and sucks like a man possessed.  The Top now uses his hand—or sometimes the back of his hand—to get the pig to change who he is sucking.  Back and forth he goes.

We get the pig in the sling.  It’s my turn to piss—all over the newly exposed ass crack.

“Fuuuuck…” the pig croons.

“Hot,” the Top says and pushes into the pig’s hole with no other lube but piss.

“Argh!”  grunts the pig, but he takes it.  I grease up my bigger cock up with some J-Lube.  The Top pulls out.  I shove in.  He groans again, but is silenced by the Top’s cock, fresh from his ass, filling his mouth.

We work him like this for a long tim.  Fuck his mancunt and fuck his mouth.  The second time I’m in his mouth, I give him some piss down his throat.  He gurgles happily, as the room is filled with the slapping of thighs on wet flesh.

The Top grabs the smallest toy he sees on the table.  He lubes it and works it into the pig.  He adds his cock.  The pig howls—in ecstasy.  I take a turn.  It’s a tighter fit for me.  But it feels great to have tightened him down.

A second toy is employed.  Slightly bigger.  We still manage to get our dicks in alongside it.

Toy three—a butt plug— is fine for the Top—but painful for me.  I go back to pissing in the pig’s mouth…

We get him up.  I tell him to bend and clean the Top’s cock.  I stand behind him and piss down his ass crack.  And plow him the moment I am on the last spurt.  He feels my cock shooting its piss deep into his already puffy hole.

I pull out and turn him for the Top to fuck as the pig lick my cock clean of every drop of piss and ass juice.

The Top gets him to rest his chest on the sling.  His fist glides into the pig.  Over and over.  I piss on the wrist of the hand buried in him.

I take a turn too.  My left goes in easily.

We get him off the sling and bend him over again.  I strip off the filth jock.  I push it up his hole.

And piss on it…until it falls out, a wet, sodden mess.

Back in the sling we do our cocks and our hands.  Then the two together.  Soon it’s his hand, my cock.  He loves squeezing my meat with his greasy hand, firmly encased in a hot ass.

We move to the flat bench I brought.  The Top lets me take over.  I fist the pig like I have never been able to do before.  He’s been working with those toys and there is so much more room for my hand.  I slip one in easily—and add a finger or two from my right hand.

“Eat my ass.”

I look at the Top.  I’m not surprised, but kind of pleased.  He gets on all fours on the flat bench.  I tongue him.  The pig greases his hand.  He knows more than I do; the Top is very versatile.  I open his hole with my tongue and leave it very wet.  The pig has his tiny hand in the Top in no time at all.  We alternate.  His small hand.  My medium.  Back to small, then to me.  I am hard as a rock fisting this man.  I stick my cock in him.  The pig’s hand slides down my shaft and right inside.  He jerks my dick inside the top, who gives off the hottest guttural moan…

****

We need to get off.  The Top needs to go back to work.  “Let’s DP him.”

I shrug and lie on the swinging bench—right at the edge, my legs hanging out of the way.  The pig impales himself on my cock.  The Top pushes in.  His cock head pushes into the abused hole.  It’s one of the best DP’s I’ve ever felt.  This time it actually feels as good as it must look.

I really want to cum this way—something I have never done—feeling my own cum coat another cock inside an ass.  But it doesn’t happen.

We get the pig in the regular sling.  I get off in him easily after just a few strokes.  I fill him with cum—and another piss load.

The Top slurps some out and swallows.  He stands up and pushes in…and shoots a massive load in the pig’s juicy hole.

*

Next Time:  The Fate of the Jock

Video: Loading Alejandro

My writing time today has disappeared so I can fuck and fist. 

So let’s revisit a video clip of me fucking Alejandro of the previous post—and pouring the melted devil’s dick over my cock.  This is from when we met in November.

It’s all my cum getting fucked into his pissed out hole.

Enjoy.

Alejandro Flies in for the Gathering

Grand Rapids—March, 2019

I am back to writing about my play in early March, six weeks before all those CLAW entries. 

It was time for our bareback gathering to the north of me.  As usual, I would be taking my sling, while another dedicated ass eater brought his rimseat.  But this time, there would be a special guest.  My fuck-bud Alejandro, the hot piss hound from NYC who had twice flown to Chicago to get wet with me, was coming to town.  I had talked so much about this exciting group, he wanted to see for himself.  (And he’d admitted to me he’d never been to a large group sex party.)

I met him at the hotel.  He was cleaned up and ready to go.  He hopped in and we were at the host’s house in no time.  We lugged the sling in, slipping a little on the March snow covering the road and sidewalk.  We were early enough that I could get it all set up before the start time.  I introduced Alejandro to the host, the dedicated rimmer, and Randy, the young fisting prodigy. 

I got the sling up as they chatted downstairs.  I joined them and began stripping as there was a knock on the door.  All told there were 15 of us that night.  I caught Alejandro’s eye.  He smiled—but maybe somewhat nervously…

We are all upstairs.  I have a hot bottom on all fours on the leather covered bed.  I am eating the hairy ass in front of me, but I am also keeping my eye on Alejandro.  He has men on all sides of him.  Randy is sucking his PA-ed dick.  

Someone, I can’t tell who, is kissing him and a third man is kneeling behind him, pulling those full cheeks apart and trying to tongue his ass.  A fourth is leaning down and lapping on his nipples.

I stand up and enter the ass in front of me.  As if on cue, Randy stands up, turns and impales himself on Ale’s hard dick.  I don’t fuck this first guy for very long—and neither does Ale.  We all re-group, sampling cocks and ass with tongues and dripping dicks.

When I get up from sucking some dick, fresh from a hot ass, I notice Ale has Randy bent over the bed.  It’s a much easier position for them.  Ale is pounding into that hot, grasping hole.  I move behind them and kneel.  I split Ale’s cheeks with my tongue on each backstroke.

I want into him.  I stand up.  I stand up and my slick cock goes into Ale’s ass.  He fucks himself—forward into Randy; backward onto me.  Then I inch forward.  They are both at my mercy now—I fuck Ale hard enough that Randy has to feel it, too.  I finally pull out and the three of us kiss.

We all go off to find new partners.

I fuck a cute cub.  I watch an ex footballer type, grab Ale and bend him over so Ale can suck his hard dick.  This leaves his ass open for a cute ginger cub to lick it and fuck it.  Suddenly Ale has dick in both holes.  He groans loudly around the cock in his mouth and pushes back on the Cub in his butt.  I grin and keep fucking, going back to deeply plowing my cub.

Ale is in rut now.  When the three of them break, he takes a number of men up his hot ass.  I wait my turn.  I want to use his hole after as many men as possible have fucked him.

I get him soon enough in the sling.  We have a lovely connected moment.  I eat his hole, savoring all the creamy flavoring men have left behind.  I stand up and drill him.  I am the biggest cock here tonight and I want him to feel it. 

When I help him out of the sling, he tells me he will likely leave around midnight—in case we don’t see each other.

*****

Randy has taken a particularly hard pounding.  He’s not sure if he took a load or not.  He thinks my tongue should investigate and tell him.  I get under the rimseat and he sits that superbly used ass down on my open mouth.  I investigate with every inch of my tongue that I can get into him.  He tastes wonderful—and semen flavored—but I don’t think he’s loaded. 

I re-double my effort to make sure that I’m right.

*****

I have been up 3/4 of the men here tonight.  Any one taking dick has taken me at some point.  I haven’t seen Ale since I came up from under Randy.

It’s getting late and loading in earnest is beginning.

Randy is in the sling.  One of the few all top men is fucking him.  With a loud grunt he fills Randy’s ass.  I kneel and clean up the top when he withdraws.  I lick up the leaky remains and push it back between Randy’s puffy ass lips.

I fuck him a bit, but I can see the Ginger Cub’s need is greater.  I give way.  In short work, GC explodes.  I go to my knees again.  The Cub marinates in the two loads for a long time.  He allows me to tongue him clean when he withdraws.  With his longer dick, there is not as much to clean up around the hole.  I just spit what was on his dick into the gape.

I stand up and fuck.  And I shoot.  I can’t believe it—it came out of nowhere.  But I go with it.  I feel myself pumping spurt after spurt into Randy.

The Rimmer is no his knees to clean me up.  He tastes the three loads in Randy briefly.  It’s too much for him.  He stands and unloads himself.  He holds onto the frame and we watch his body spasm with each spurt.

He marinates for a bit, too.  He is too tender to let me clean him up.  He makes way.  I lick up the leaking mess of 4 loads in Randy.  My face and beard ends up plastered in cum as I lick some out of him—and stand to share it with him in a wet, sloppy kiss.

I kneel back down—and Randy pushes.  His red rose bud, laced with the four loads of white semen emerges—beckoning for me to lick it clean…

(Both pictures are of Alejandro....thank him for allowing me to use them.)

Making a Jock Reek of Me

My Playroom/Bathroom—March, 2019

I think many of my readers know that I have slowly been destroying a jock for a reader.  This will be the second for him.  He is a piss/raunch hound.  He sent me a white Bike jock that I would return to him after it has gone to countless piss parties, and been worn to fuck a year’s worth of encounters. I will detail the final days of that jock with me in another post. 

I only mention it for another reader (or maybe he just found me on Recon) asked if I would do something along the same lines for him. He proposed to send me three jocks: one for piss only, one for cum only and one for me to keep.  No one else’s juices should be on it, he stipulated.

I agreed.  And they arrived.  One gray and two yellow.  I set aside a yellow one for myself.  

I wrote him that they had arrived.  Which would he like me to work on first?  The piss jock, he answered. 

I unwrapped the gray one, thinking of the potential color contrast.  I wore it to work.  I let it absorb tiny drops of piss and just everyday crotch smells from wearing tight 501’s over it.  After a week, it still smelled new to me.  I wore it and pissed myself in the shower.  Every day.  And let it hang dry from the shower head.

The piss discolored the fabric beautifully.  And the smell was incredible.  I let it dry thoroughly and mailed it to him, with the promise to try to find the time to masturbate on the yellow jock.  I sent him pictures of me wearing the gray one.

When it arrived, he wrote back that he was overwhelmed.  I think it was stronger than he bargained for…and while I think he enjoyed it, he cancelled the order for the cum stained one.  I could keep it if I took pictures of me in it.

So of course I did.  Well, with Jacob’s help.

And I now have two new yellow jocks.