Saturday, March 28, 2020

Making a Devil's Dick


So here we are confined to our homes…

I got a call from the host of the sex party I attend to the north of me.  He was really feeling the confinement, but wanted to do his bit to get the virus under control. He knew we wouldn’t meet this month or the next but he voiced the hope that we might be able to by the end of May. And then he said:  “We should all save the cum from our jack off sessions and play with it whenever we next meet.”

My ears perked up.  I have made devil’s dicks, my cum frozen, for years.  I don’t jerk off often, but when I do, why should I let the world’s most perfect lube go to waste?


I start with a shot glass.  You could use an old pill bottle.  Just a receptacle about the circumference of a cock; something that will fit up someone’s lucky ass.   I like the shot glass for it gives it a tip for insertion.


I don’t just shoot in the receptacle.  You would have to melt some or all that you’ve saved to get the icicle of cum out.  I line it with a condom. 



Masturbate as usual.  I chose the Professor’s gift of Jake Morgan in Folsom Sex Party from SkynMen.  (This video is highly recommended!  I suppose it helps that I have had my dick in two of the men in this movie, but it would still be hot if I hadn’t. )



Shoot in the glass.







Ok obviously I need to work on holding a camera in my left hand while in the throes of orgasm…


I often use this slightly bigger glass, but there is no tip.



Store in a container and pop in the freezer.  I will keep a Post-It on the lid with the load count.  


If the glass gets full, transfer to the pill bottle, unwinding more of the condom you’ve kept rolled up.

I love the feeling of the frozen cum melting over my cock as I fuck. 

Now let’s get to it!

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Straight, But Open...


Eastern Illinois—February, 2020

I didn’t try to do anything else in Memphis.  The conference dragged on and I just saved my seed.  I had plans:  I was going home by way of Chicago to breed a piggy boy I had fucked during the IML Cum Union held in the Hole.

I knew I would be dead and worthless in bed (or the sling) if I tried to make the trip to Chicago in one day.  So I overnighted in the small town where I had found a new bookstore during my November and December contract.  I had never done an evening there and I was curious to see how it was.  I wanted to get a week’s worth of cum out of my balls so I could do a long session the next day in with the young man.

I checked in to my hotel, ate and changed into old clothes.  I got to the bookstore right at the end of the after work rush—if there was such a thing…


I go through the door that leads to both the straight and gay theatres.  The parking lot has enough cars to make me feel hopeful.  I walk in and piss in the restroom in the hall between the two.  I look in the gay theatre.  No one.

I move over to the straight.  No one.  No, that’s not true.  In the shadows is an older man scrambling to cover his crotch with his coat as he becomes aware of me standing there.  I sit down in a single chair across the room from him—where I can see him and he can see me.  I unbutton and am instantly hard.  It is a cream pie movie showing.  Jizz is being shot into either ass or cunt (or both) in every scene.  True interior shots, shot shallowly, so it can be worked out by the girl.  Why can’t more gay porn do this more often??

My presence and my stroking, far from turning the other guy on, seems to make him nervous.  Soon enough he stands up to leave.  He walks by me, pausing to get a good eyeful.  He goes to the door—and suddenly comes back.

“You’re bigger than those guys,” he says loudly, gesturing to the screen.  “You should be up there.”  He reaches down and grabs my cock.  Tight.  “Damn that’s thick!”  And he twists it.  As if that is supposed to feel good.

I yelp.  He lets go.  And leaves.

I am on my own for a good half hour.  But the porn is great—so I’m entertained.

A younger trucker comes in.  A cub.  Dirty blond hair under a ball cap.  A fairly full redder blond beard. A leather jacket and rather grungy jeans that have been on him for a long time.  He sits down in a chair against the low backwall.  We can easily scope each other out.  He loves the porn, too.  He is unzipped in the first five minutes.

Soon we are chatting.  He’s never been here, he tells me, but other drivers have told him about stopping here for his overnight.  He loves this movie.  He loves to watch his seed run out of his girl friend, just like that.  Then he adds:  “I’m straight, but open…”

He lets the sentence hang there.

“Like my sucking your dick?”  I ask.

“I’m down for that, yeah.”

His dick is rock hard and oozing.  He is likely just over the regulation 6 inches and rather slender.   I kneel in front of him.  He has no issues in touching me like some straight men do.  His hand rests on my shoulder, then the back of my neck.  Lightly.  Not holding me in place.

His cock is responding to my lips and tongue.  He is precumming like the clichéd faucet.  I lap it up.  His cock spasms as my throat tightens to swallow.  “Jeez…” he croons.  I do it again.  His cock keeps oozing.

I vary the rhythm.  Now I deep throat his shaft on every stroke.  This does it.  He fires off a big load.  Over and over.  It’s creamy—and I can tell he’s a smoker.  I swallow it all before cleaning his cock of every last drop.

“That was great.  Thanks.”

I stand up and my cock juts out—right at his eye level.

“Wow,” he mutters.  He reaches up and hefts my hard dick.  I am praying he’ll lick it—but he doesn’t.  After all, he got off.  I should have done it before he shot.  I go back to my seat.  He stays.  Still hard.  Still stroking to the hot porn.

The door to the lobby opens.  A man comes in and stands behind the low wall.  I recognize him from my time here in the fall, but I have not played with him.  He observes the two of us with our cocks out.  I hear him unzip.  I look back and he is obviously stroking his dick, though I can’t see it with the wall.

The man is my age and a little shorter and heavier.  I keep hoping he will step out from behind the wall.  But he stays there.  So I go to him, my cock swinging, fully on display.

I am met by him on his knees.  He gives me great head.  Tonguing every inch.  He doesn’t forget my balls.  I stroke myself as he makes them good and wet. 

He stands up.  It’s my turn to suck him.  He’s so much thicker than the Trucker.  I can’t take him as deeply in my throat.  But I must be doing something right.  He’s panting.

I stand up.  “Let’s move around,” I whisper in his ear, gesturing out from behind the wall.  I willingly lead him right next to the Trucker.  My new man goes back on his knees and blows me.  The trucker’s eyes are riveted on us—at the live porn happening within inches of him.  I reach down and hold onto the Trucker’s shoulder—as if for support, but really to include him.  His hand tentatively brushes over my hairy ass cheeks and the strap on the jock I’m wearing.

The new man stands up.  “I’m going to shoot…you want it?”  I go to my knees.  He fires a much bigger load—from much bigger balls— straight down my throat.  He grabs my shoulders and hangs on as his body shakes. 

When I have every drop I pull off him and stand up.  He quickly does himself up and leaves, with a whispered, “Thanks—that was fun.”

I turn to the Trucker.

“Damn.  That was hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and I have another load for you…”

I go to my knees.  He has no problem with my mouth being freshly filled by another man.  I take him into my mouth.  I have to work a little—but he gives me another load.  More powerfully shot than the first. Blast after blast.

I find the whole scene so hot I shoot my week’s worth of cum under his seat, as his cock finally goes limp in my mouth…

Saturday, March 14, 2020

Seamus Encore


I am away from home.  I don’t have time to write today, so I think that is a great excuse to post a few more pictures of Seamus. 


You can understand why the Professor was in heaven.


And why I couldn’t get enough.


Woof!


And he has talents we didn’t explore.  Next time…

Thursday, March 12, 2020

Seamus and the Professor


Nashville—January, 2020

The Professor wrote me.  He was excited to tell me he had been talking to Seamus O’Reilly to set up a meeting.  Another meeting, actually.  The Professor had flip fucked with the gorgeous ginger lad a couple of times.  And now the Professor thought he would like to include me—would I consider coming south?

How could I say no?  I went as far as Indy the day before.  I stayed at the bathhouse with limited evening traffic.  There were two other men there.  We had the shortest oral threeway possible as the Asian gentleman had no stamina and gave me a load in my mouth in moments—and the Caucasian, who had been sucking me, had a boyfriend waiting for him at home.  I slept fitfully, thinking about the next day.

I drove into the Professor’s driveway a shade early—but he was ready for me.  We moved his bed so I could set up the sling next to it.  The rimseat was set up at the foot of the bed.  We even had time for a nap before Seamus arrived, right on time, at eight o’clock.


He looks just like his pictures.  That pale skin.  The ginger hair.  The gorgeous, intricate tats.  And he’s funny.  I like him instantly.  We don’t waste time.  We strip down to jocks.  I keep my boots on, of course.  Seamus is a good deal shorter than I am, but his cock is every bit as big.  He is hard and ready the moments his t-shirt hits the floor.

The three of us face each other.  We kiss—first one and then another.  Seamus is on his knees first.  He works on the Professor.  I slap the back of his neck with my hard, drooling cock.  Soon enough his mouth is on me.  He takes me deep and leaves me gasping as he goes back to the Professor’s throbbing dick.

We each take a turn on our knees.  Swapping dicks and spit.  When the Professor is sucking Seamus, I get behind the young man and stick my tongue in his ass crack.  I am rewarded with a groan as he leans on the Professor’s shoulders and lets me eat him out.


We move to the bed.  The Professor is ready to get fucked.  I eat his hole now as Seamus feeds him dick.  I get him good and wet.  I slide in slowly.  I don’t have to let him adjust for long.  He loves a big cock—and he has a matched pair tonight.  I fuck him hard, giving his ass cheeks an occasional smack.

Seamus comes around to watch and stroke.  I tell him to take a turn.  I pull out and he bends to taste my cock.  I smirk at him and promise to do the same to him.  He fucks the Professor hard and long.  I kneel and watch that beautiful dick split the Professor in two.  Then I move around and lick Seamus’ ass on the backstroke.  It’s hard to capture the moving target—so I stand up and poke my big head into his ass.  We train for a moment—with Seamus doing all the movement—into the Professor and back onto me.

*****

We move to the sling.  The Professor is shared by the two us first.  Back and forth.  We show off a little for each other as we fuck.  The Professor’s eyes are glued to the mirror above him—watching those huge cocks take turns on him.

But then the Professor wants to watch me fuck Seamus.  He sits on the bed as I get Seamus into the sling.  Now I can really feast on his hole.  I get it sopping wet for my cock.  I rear up and fuck him hard.

The Professor comes closer. to watch me railing him.  He takes a turn, too.  And he shoots in him.  He sighs, sits for a moment while I fuck his load deeper into Seamus.  The Professor may have shot, but his hole is still hungry.  We do another round of taking turns on him on the bed.

“Let’s do the rimseat.” 

I lie down.  I suggest Seamus bounce on my cock while I eat out the Professor’s juicy fuck hole.  It is a sweet moment.  I can only feel Seamus, as my world is blacked out by the luscious, thoroughly fucked ass on the Professor above me.  I work my tongue into him, thinking about the loads he will soon be taking.  Seamus pauses for a moment.  [The Professor tells me later, that Seamus kisses him in ‘one of the most passionate, salacious kisses’ he’s ever gotten.]

The Professor finally gets up.  Seamus, reading me easily, knows I want to taste his freshly fucked ass.  He sits down and I crane up into another delicious hole.  His hole is now dripping with ass jizz.  I can’t get enough…

*****

There is a brief water break.

I mention I would love the guys side by side.  I want to go back and forth between their holes.  They are enthusiastic.  They get on the edge of the bed, both on all fours.  I think they may be kissing as I rim first one and then the other.  I stand up and fuck the Professor first.  My left hand fingers play around Seamus’ hole. 

I switch.  My cock goes into Seamus, fingers of my right into the Professor.  Back and forth I go.  At first it’s a minute or so in each.  But I build the speed until it is just a few strokes in one before I switch to the next hot butt.  It’s glorious.  And makes me pant. 

“Damn,” sighs, the Professor, as I pull out of him and catch my breath.  “It’s like we were competing for your load…”

It’s getting late—so we work on getting our loads into the Professor.  Seamus goes first.  The Professor is just where I left him.  But soon he has inched forward and Seamus moves right with him so he is kneeling up on the bed.  The Professor now flattens—and that’s it.  Seamus fucks at a blinding speed and gives up his load.

He lets his cock marinate for a long time in the Professor.  He lets me clean it when he finally rolls off him.  I move in and taste the load he’s left behind, too.

I get the Professor back on his knees and fuck into him.  His hole is so hot.  Literally.  I fuck, and lick, fuck and lick and am soon ready.  I blast into him—my load mixing with Seamus’ even bigger one.