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“He’s Jerking Off in Your Hole…”

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The Centerpiece of the Party

Grand Rapids—January, 2020

I got home easily, if slightly tired, after my repeated late nights in Canada and the lengthy drive.  I rested up for a day—and headed north on the weekend.  Saturday was the monthly meeting of the bareback orgy group. I remembered to toss the rimseat in the car as requested.

I was among the first there.  I set it up in the bedroom, now converted to playroom.  It went in the corner, so it was out of the way—and so you still had access to the leather covered bed from all four sides.  The host’s sling was hung and the room darkened just enough to see, but with no glare.  I went back downstairs to strip.

I decided not o go with the leather that night.  Just the Fukdto jock and my boots.  There were about six other men around me shedding their clothes.  Two more came in as I folded my jeans and stowed them away.  I nodded to the blond cub who was a regular—but his friend was new to this group—but I was sure I knew him.

I worked through my mental rolodex.  Yup.  I had met him five years ago or so at both IML and CLAW.  I even helped get him gangbanged in Cleveland.  He still looked like he was in his 20’s which is impossible.  He has a thin, tight body and a bubble butt made for cock.  Matt changed into a white A-shirt that contrasted with his deep chocolate skin tone beautifully.  His designer jock, with sneakers and a brimmed cap completed his fuck ensemble. 

We went upstairs…

The Blond Cub is up Matt.  Everyone else is sucking dick or getting head—but those two have leapt right in.  Matt is on all four and taking the cub’s driving thrust with ease.  I can already smell the poppers.  I let a new guy spend some good oral-get-acquainted-time with my cock, but keep an eye on the fucking.  I watch the Blond Cub give way to another horny, older man.  Matt gleefully cleans the Cub’s dick.

I thank the newbie and he crawls to another duo and licks the balls of the lucky man getting a blow job.  I move to Matt.  I replace the Cub in his mouth.  The older guy is already winded from his fuck.  The Cub goes back up Matt.  I stay there, getting head and watching the Cub’s thin tool open up Matt’s hole.

The Cub pulls out.  I bend and clean him off, getting my first taste of Matt in years.  The Cub groans, pulls me off him and pushes my face into Matt’s wet hole.  “Eat him out,” he hisses in my ear.  “Taste the cum I put in him before we arrived.”  And it’s there.  Matt pushes some out onto my tongue.  Fuck yes!  I swallow.  And dig in.  I lick and spit the rest back into him.

I stand up and slide into him.  This time it’s Matt who groans.  I bottom out, wait for the poppers to be recapped, and begin a steady fuck rhythm. His hole is delightfully slick.  I fuck him harder and harder.  I want to see the cum froth up around the rim of his hole.

It does.  I pull out and clean off the hole.  I fuck him again.  A burly ex-footballer comes over to watch and jack.  I nod to him and he takes over in Matt’s hole.  I have Matt clean my cock.  He moans at the frothed cum and can’t stop licking me…

*****

I play with others. 

A bud is on the rimseat—a fellow top who doesn’t let anyone else eat his ass.  He loves how I lick it.  I feel someone slide down on my cock and begin to pound himself down on my pole.  It is likely the host—something that I know he enjoys.

The top reaches down and pats my ear before he gets up.  Suddenly I can see again.  Matt is riding my cock—and he slides off it…and sits on the seat.

His hole is now dripping.  Not surprisingly every man is using the new, cute bottom as their cum hole.  I have seen other bottoms fuck him tonight.  I don’t know how many loads are in his ass, but I am pretty sure I’m about to find out.

The seat spreads his now very puffy hole.  Semen begins to drip onto my tongue.  Nice and steady.  Drip.  Drip.  Splat. 

I can’t stop myself. I jab my tongue into him.  Matt does a quick intake of breath.

“Feed him,” I hear the host say.  “Give him all those loads.”

The mix of cum is dripping faster now.  It begins to ooze into my mouth which is plastered to his butt.  The puffy lips of his ass stick into me, so there is no chance for cum to go anywhere else.  I feel someone sit on my cock.   The way he moves it has to be our host.  He leans forward and licks the wet pouch of Matt’s jock.

Matt squirms—causing more cum to leave his hole.  I ream up into him as deep as my tongue will let me.  He whimpers and flexes his hole.  It is now a steady flow. I groan and swallow as fast as I can…

*****

It’s only been two hours but there have only been 10 men at this gathering.  I swear they have all shot in Matt.  He is on his back, legs in the air. The multi-orgasmic Cub is just pulling out of him, having shot his final load of the night.  Matt waves me over.

I felch for a moment the fresh cum.  But I am ready to add my own to the DNA soup in his butt. 

I slip in.  It doesn’t take many strokes before I explode…

Hotel Party with Parker: Wel-cum to Ontario, Part VI

Toronto—January, 2020

You may be relieved to hear I didn’t play on January 1.  At all.  I slept.  I read.   I avoided writing.  I went out with my friend Franklin for some great conversation and a spicy chai tea.  In my original plan, I was to drive home that day, but Parker had suggested I stay for a sex party he was throwing with a friend I had met at Fukdto.  After the marathon fuck I’d had with Parker, it took very little arm twisting to make me add two days to my hotel reservation.

The next day I wrote a post and got ready for the late afternoon party.  It was at the same hotel as the less than stellar condom fuck/boot shine of a few days earlier.  It is a massive hotel, but I found the room easily. 

I am sitting in a chair, naked but for jock and boots.  The mutual friend from Fukd, Art, is on his knees giving me expert head.  We have exchanged blow jobs before at Fukd, but this is far nicer.  Parker is not here yet.  We are simply two horned tops getting to know each other better. 

He swallows me down, holds it, then rocks back on his heels as he comes up for air.  “That is a mouthful.”

I nod.

Art stands.  I suck on his decidedly above average dick.  Eventually he kneels again and does some more effortlessly deep throating of my shaft. 

Once again he comes up for air.  “Damn.  I was thinking I’d let you fuck me tonight, but there’s no way that’s going in me.”

*****

Parker has arrived.  He is soon naked but for a jock and going back and forth sucking the two of us on the bed.  I love watching Art’s face when it is his turn in Parker’s mouth.  Finally, I slip down and eat Parker’s hole while he gets Art good and wet.

“Sit on him,” I tell Parker.  “Ride him.”  I don’t say ‘I want to lick his shaft as he fucks you,’ but that is exactly what I want.  He sits astride Art, facing forward.  I let them get a rhythm going and then crawl between Art’s splayed legs.  I lick his big balls.  He groans.  Parker feels me there and slows his descent on Art’s dick to give me a good taste.  I come around and kiss him.

There is a knock at the door.  The guys keep fucking and I open it.  An attractive daddy is there who waves to the two busy on the bed and strips to just socks.  He is a hot, grey haired otter with a thick beer can cock.  I go to my knees to get him ready for Parker’s ass.

“Oh, fuck…” he groans.  “Suck me.” 

He can’t take his eyes off the couple fucking.

  

I can’t wait to see this fat cock go up Parker.

“Oh, shit!”  With no other warning the guy shoots in my mouth.  He is instantly apologetic, but starts getting dressed, only stopping to watch me reverse felch his load into Parker’s ass.  “That’s where I wanted to put it,” he says sheepishly. And is gone.

****

A 40 something Greek in next in the room.  He sucks our three cocks.  Parker tells me he is a terrific top—but Parker fucks him instead.  Then I fuck him.  The Greek instructs me how to fuck him—until suddenly he just shuts up and pants.

Two men in their 30’s arrive.  One man, Joe, undresses, one never does.  The Greek suddenly remembers an appointment and leaves with the bottom who never undressed.

I watch Art fucking the new arrival.  I fuck Parker.  We are each on separate beds.  I suggest we move over to the other one.  Suddenly the bottoms are side by side, both on all fours.  They turn to kiss each other as we impale them…

Parker is squeezing me hard.  I love how he milks my cock.  Art suddenly stops.  He excuses himself to go wash up.  And leaves soon after. 

Parker fucks Joe at my urging.  I want to taste both men in his ass.  I watch.  Parker has Joe on his back.  The kid has a face that registers every thrust.  Parker fucks him slowly—but hard.  The bed shakes each time he is impaled.  Finally he needs a breather.  I clean his cock and kiss him.

I lie down on the bed.  “Sit on my face,” I tell Joe.  He does.  Eagerly.  No one had bothered to rim him—they both just started plowing him.  His hole is wet and hot.  I stroke, but soon Parker’s mouth has replaced my hand.  The young man does poppers and begins to babble.  Cum drips into my mouth.  Fuck!  The kid had a load before he came here.  Or maybe Art shot.  I eat him out hungrily.  Every drop my tongue can reach.

“Switch,” I mumble, with my mouth full of hairless bubble butt.

Joe gets off me, Parker sits on my face—but Joes doesn’t suck me.  He rides me.  He’s tight—but the load is making for a terrific fuck.

“Eat my hole,” Parker grunts out.  “Then you need to fuck me.”  I lick out some of the cum that was already in my mouth—this time swallowing it.

Joe rolls off my dick.  Parker replaces him.  He bounces down on my cum wet dick with his own very wet ass.

I want Joe back on my face, but he takes a hit of poppers and licks my balls instead—just as I had done to Art.  It is an incredible feeling.

It is far later, with the delayed start to it all, than I was planning on.  I need to get off and pack for my morning departure.

I tell the guys to get side by side again.  They kiss and share poppers.  I rim one then the other.  Back and forth.  Soon I am fucking Parker and fingering Joe.  I pull out and reverse it, my cock sliding into Joe and my fingers playing in the wetness of Parker’s hole.

“Love this,” Joe hisses. 

I reverse, once more fucking Parker.  The sound of me wet fucking and three men breathing heavily is all you can hear. 

“You should load Joe,” Parker tells me.

I switch back.  I fuck him hard.  I will myself to cum—but my cock says no.

I slide back into Parker once more—and Bam!  I explode.  Three or five strong blasts.  I grab his hips and ride wave after wave of my orgasm…

New Year's Eve: Wel-cum to Ontario, Part V

Toronto—December, 2019

I went to Spa Excess for New Year’s Eve.  It was the same venue I went to last year.  I don’t think there were as many playful guys around this year.  I felt like more men were there for the roast turkey buffet than for sex.  But I still had a great time.  And how better to ring in 2020 than in some man’s ass?

I stayed, mostly, in the third floor play area.  There is a sling, a fuck bench and a room with a glass wall where you can watch men in the shower.  There is a slurp ramp to save cocksucker’s knees and lots of dark corners and booths for a modicum of privacy.  And there is a cage, three steps higher than the floor, where I often stand and let passersby suck on my cock sticking through the bars.

I had told two gentlemen, both new to me, where I would be that night.  I was curious to find them…

I stow my clothes in my locker.  I get into my leathers.  I walk through the play area.   It is just around 9 o’clock and not many men are there yet.  There are a few rooms on this floor, so I walk the hall.  A big beefy man, with tats and a hairy chest is hanging out by his door.  He’s one of the men with who I chatted earlier in the day.  He nods.  I nod and follow him in, shutting the door.

Before it latches, he is digging in his bag.  “Do you PNP?”

“No.”

“But you’re ok if I do?”

“No,” I say and start to open the door.

He slams it shut.  “Ok, I’ll just do poppers.”  He sinks to his knees.  He sucks me—some.  It is much more about his nose to the popper bottle.  Constantly.  To the point I don’t’ dare move or I’ll make him splash some on his face. 

I’ve had enough, though my dick is barely wet.  “Get on all fours.”  He does, clutching the bottle.  I take out my frustration with him (and the man the day before) on his ass.  I have one leg up on the bed and plow him hard and long.  He only asks me to go easier so he doesn’t spill his brown bottle. 

And to top it off—he’s dirty.  I leave and wash.

I hang out in the dark play area, standing in the cage and letting young Asian men suck my now clean cock.

After three mouths—none willing to try it in their hole—I walk out to the rooms again.  I find the other man from BBRT.  He’s about 5’10” and a slim 150.  His hair is silver.  His profile says he’s ten years younger than I am, but I’m guessing it’s more like four or five.  His face lights up and he leads me into the one sling room on this floor.  He kisses me—tentatively at first, but growing to a major kiss.

This is going to be good.

He goes to his knees and gets me wet.  He is great with his mouth—everything I need to be ready to plow.

I help him into the sling.  His ass is a lovely bubble sticking out from the leather straps.  And he loves my tongue work on his hole.  “You didn’t lie.  You do love to eat ass…” he murmurs.  I spit a few more times into his hole, stand up and glide into him. 

His moan is music to my ears.  I fuck him slowly for a long time.  But eventually building to a chain rattling fuck.

He loves ass to mouth, while still in the sling.

His ass is incredibly juicy when I revisit it with my tongue and mouth. 

We use the sling some more. 

We do one round with him on all fours on the bed, but we both miss the sling, so we go back to it for another fuck.

“Now go fuck some other lucky guys,” he tells me.

“Should I leave the door open?”  I ask.

“Naw.  I don’t’ think I want anyone else after that…”

I thank him and tell him I’ll come back for another round if he’s still here.

I go into the dark area.  Someone is now on the fuck bench.  I move between his legs—and instantly walk away from the smell.  It is the second of likely eight men who are dirty that night.  I will just skip the others.  Yikes.

I play in the cage. I find a hot, 40 something gym guy in backless rubber shorts bent over the box in the cage.  I eat his perfectly framed ass and sink into him.  He milks my cock like an expert.  “You are the perfect size for my hole,” he tells me when we break—and decide we’d be more comfortable in the public sling.  The sling makes it an even better fuck.  I pound him until his eyes roll up into the back of his head.

We have an audience—but they seem to be all bottoms.  No one will step up to take a turn on his ass.  So I go again.  Finally I catch an older man’s eye.  He is beating a nice sized cock.  He spells me.  He fucks the full, hairy ass with swift, deep strokes.  He says nothing at all as he pumps into Rubber Shorts.  He abruptly stops and walks away.  I kneel.  Yup.  He left us a load without saying a word.

I dig in and share it with the rubber pig…

*****

I meet up with the man in the sling room.  I fuck him until he shoots.  He tells me he will hang around until 12.

I work the top of the slurp ramp.  I am too tall for many of the men.  My cage is a better option.  I move there.

“Hello, again.”

A tall, thin young man of less than 30 years of age smiles at me.  He has a full goatee.  And a big dick.

“I want to suck that again.”

He leads me to a booth next to the slurp ramp.  I know he hasn’t sucked me this trip.  I would remember him.  He locks the door and goes down on me.

Well, fuck.  This boy did just this last year. And if I remember rightly…there’s more.

“Daddy, I love your cock, but turn around so I can eat your hairy hole again.”

I do.  This boy is as driven an ass eater as I am.  In fact, with his looks and his dick, he could be my son.  My cock oozes a little at that thought.  He digs into my hole and then hands me his bottles of poppers. 

I bliss out as he chows down on me.

We change places.  I do the same things to him

His cock is big, but the perfect shape and thickness to fit down my throat without choking.  Over and over I deep throat him.

I turn him around, let him huff his poppers, and attack his hole.  He groans. 

A cock comes through a glory hole I hadn’t even seen in this booth.  We both ignore him.  My boy wanks his wet dick as I drill into his furry ass with my pointed tongue.

We switch.  He does me again.  When he goes from my cock to my ass, I hear a slight grunt.  He continues for a moment…but then stands and says he should walk around some.  He goes.  I know the truth…he’s left a sloppy puddle of cum on the floor.

*****

I meet up with Rubber Shorts near the sling.  We both agree that it would be great to be fucking at midnight.  I eat his ass and the public address speaker blares out the countdown. 

I stand up and push into his wet ass.  I am making the loads inside him slosh as 2020 rolls in…