All the Tops in the Same Hole -- The Gangbang

Detroit—October, 2014

My third and final example of all the tops in the same hole came right at the end of the month in a much more traditional way:  A gangbang.

Bob has appeared often in these posts.  He has taken dick in Detroit, at the CLAW play parties and he was my IML roommate in 2013.  Each time we have met it has been with multiple guys using his hole.  He is worthy of the effort to find them.  He’s not a quick pump and dump pig.  It’s not about the cum for him—he wants a great fucking before the load is taken and appreciated.  Bob is just a little younger than I, with dark hair on his head and everywhere else on his body.  His ass is talented and he knows how to milk cock.  He is anything but a passive bottom.

So once again he decided to get out of his native Cleveland to find new cock.  He checked into a Detroit hotel at the airport.  I joined him by 8 o’clock that evening.

Bob is on all fours on the bed.  His jock frames the hairy mounds of his ass cheeks perfectly.  My tongue is deep in his hole.  I am naked but for jock and boots.  My cock has not been in him yet, but I’m tasting load.  I tell him so.

“Two loads” he corrects me.  “One right after the other just before you got here.”

“Were they here together?” I ask, as I lap some of their mixed semen out of his ass.

“N-no.”  Bob is beginning to pant. “One went out as the other came in.”  He moans in the back of his throat.  “Fuck their cum deeper up my gut.”

With one last lick and spit, I stand up an insert my drooling cock.  My dick loves a loaded hole—and the idea of it sliding through some totally anonymous seed is making me pre-cum even heavier than usual.  I pause with just my head pushing his tight sphincter open.  I lean forward.  My cock pushes through the cum that was too deep for my tongue.  I slide home, my forest of pubic hair grinding into the hair on his ass.  I hold.  And pull slowly out.   Really slowly.

This drives Bob crazy.  He starts begging me to fuck him hard.  I maintain the slow tempo but finally relent and start driving into his ass.

A knock at the door.

There are not too many guys coming tonight.  Maybe four more.  We are hoping for quality over quantity.

I pull out and, with my hard cock bouncing, go to open the door for the first man.  I let in a small framed guy with dark, curly hair.  He’s in his late 30’s or early 40’s.  He has olive skin and a Hebraic nose.  His beard is trimmed close to his skin.

Simon is a top after my own heart.  The moment he sees Bob’s round butt on the bed, he stops removing his clothes, gets on his knees and begins to eat the ass that he will soon be fucking.  He finally wills himself to stop rimming Bob and get the rest of his clothes off.  His white briefs reveal a hard seven incher, cut and drooling.  He pushes it right into Bob.  I move around and feed Bob my cock.  He sucks me, but is soon so busy working his ass, I pull out and stroke instead.

“Put him however you want him,” I tell the new arrival.

Simon nods.  Soon he asks Bob to get on his back.  Simon clambers up on the bed and hoists Bob’s ankles to his shoulders.  And pushes his wet cock right back in.

“That feels great,” groans Bob.

“You like that?” Simon asks.  “I just started fucking men.”  Bob’s eyes light up.  He likes this idea.  “I just got divorced…and found out I love a man’s ass.”  Bob must have given Simon’s cock a mighty squeeze with his chute, for Simon groans and re-doubles his fucking tempo.

A knock at the door.

I open it.

I recognize the guy but can’t quite place him.  He nods to me, comes in and strips as he watches the fuck on the bed.  It’s once I see the big uncut dick I know who it is—it’s the man from the double gangbang I called Mr. Uncut.  His hooded cock is every bit as big as mine.  He’s stocky, but not fat.  His short hair is rather ginger-ish.  He remembers my mouth cleaning him up after each of his two loads.  He puts a hand on my shoulder, so I’ll kneel and get him hard.  I do just that—paying a lot of attention to working my tongue under his copious foreskin.

“Do you want to fuck him?” Simon asks.

Mr. Uncut nods and gets on the bed.  I persuade Simon to let me clean his cock.  He’s unsure of this, but let’s me.  By the time he pulls out of Bob a second time, he understands the pleasure derived for both of us and presents it without any prompting. 

Mr. Uncut fucks hard from the moment he’s in Bob.  When he finally needs a break, he pulls out and I fuck my dick into Bob’s rather puffy hole.

So we go in rotation.

Simon, Mr. Uncut, me with Bob on all fours.

Simon, Mr. Uncut, me with Bob on his back.

Bob rides Simon, Mr. Uncut and me.  I lick Simon’s balls as Bob rides.  For a moment I think I have created too stimulation and he’ll blow, but he doesn’t.

Simon wants Bob on his back again.  He tells us he likes to see Bob’s eyes as he fucks.  I pull Mr. Uncut over to the other bed and eat his ass—giving Simon some privacy. 

That does it.  “Can I really cum in your ass?”

“Ye—” grunts Bob.  But he never finishes the word.  Simon is obviously, noiselessly, shooting his load into him.

When Simon rolls off him, Bob gets on all fours for me.  Simon watches me felch—a look of  awe and pleasure on his face.  “I’ve never seen that—even in movies.” 

‘He needs to watch better porn,’ I think as I dig my tongue in deeper.

I swallow.  “I’ve saved some for you to fuck in,” I tell Mr. Uncut. 

He grins and dives in.  Simon sits on the other bed and watches.  Mr. Uncut is bucking a load, rather noisily, into Bob in no time.

I felch again, but not for long.  I rear up and deliver the third load—the fifth overall.

Mr. Uncut has never gone soft.  Once again, he’s good for two and gives Bob number six.

I look at the clock on the computer.  We’ve been playing for over two hours.  No one else is likely to show up.

Bob rolls onto his back.  “I want to shoot. Somebody stick their cock in my mouth.”

Mr. Uncut is right there and does so.  But Simon and I join him.  We slap our spent dicks on Bob’s face.  And Bob shoots his pent up load into all that hair on his chest. 

All the Tops in the Same Hole -- House Party

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All the Tops in the Same Hole

Chicago—October, 2014

I attended two parties in October with my friend and fellow blogger Ryan (of Spreading My Legs!).  Both parties, rather surprisingly, had a scene that I don’t see very often outside of an organized gangbang :  guys using one man to take all the loads.

The one I’ll talk about today was at the October piss party.  It was a very wet gathering.  About 60 men were pissing on each other, drinking from the tap and sucking each other’s cocks.  But there was not a lot of fucking.  And I didn’t mind.  I was having a great time with letting any and every one suck my cock.  Sometimes we traded off.  Sometimes I gave them a gullet full of piss.  Sometimes they let me drink my fill.  Sometimes I would piss on their hardened cocks and then do a deep throat cleaning—this gave me more than one cum load down my throat.

But right at the end, a man bent over and began taking dick up his ass.  He was a young man.   He was new to the party, maybe in his mid-30’s.  His face was quite handsome.  He had an average (or slightly above) body and a lightly haired ass I could get lost in.  Earlier in the evening, he would jut his ass out while leaning on the bar talking to his partner.  I would walk by and play with his ass for a moment.  He’d smile and suck my dick, then straighten up and continue talking.  Near the end, I found him again—his ass jutting out.  I made eye contact with his partner who grinned and nodded as I slapped my cock on the ass mound in front of me.  I pissed his crack, knelt and licked him clean.

“I think we need to fuck him.”

His partner leads the young man away from the bar, to one of the benches that are slightly out of the way.  He is older than the young man by at least 10 years and is just beginning to go gray and rather soft around the waist.  But his cock is a ramrod.  He bends his ball capped boy over. 

“Eat his hole out some more.  Get it good and wet for me.” 

I am already hunkered down on the damp floor, with my face buried in his boy’s piss flavored hole.  I eat and slurp, leaving lots of saliva behind.

“I better go first or you’ll split him open.” 

I stand up and step to one side.  The ball capped bottom looks over his shoulder and watches his partner slide into him.  The top sighs and the boy grunts as cock and hole connect. 

He is fucking him hard in no time.  Attracting a crowd, too.  We are ringed with men, watching and jerking.  I reach over the back of the bottom and twist the top’s well worked nipples.  He groans in appreciation.  I twist them again, a little harder.

“Shit!”  The top is shooting up his partner. 

After he pulls out, I bend and do a quick lick at the cum oozing out of the boy.  The top sticks his deflating cock into his partner’s mouth as I stick my cock in the slimy hole.  There is a lot of cum—I glide in easily.  The top reaches for my nipples.  I feel a hand on my ass.  I look at all the cocks jerking to our scene. 

I explode.  I let it marinate in his hole for a moment and pull out.

Chad, a man about the same age as the bottom, can’t wait to fuck in my load.  He pushes in.  And shoots fast.

Ryan is up next.  As he fucks, one of his friends shoots a load on the upturned ass.  Ryan scoops it up and covers his own dick, fucking it into the boy.

That makes Ryan adds his load, too.

The boy has five loads inside of 20 minutes.

The right time and the right place.

And the right ass.

Ryan and I go off to get dressed, but the boy is still bent over and busy. 

I wish I knew his final load count.

Next time:  Another hot ass ignites a house party.

The Pest

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Forced Entry

Amish country, Indiana—October, 2014

The text came in at 5:00am.  Really?  So soon? 

I squinted at the screen:  “Will you be joining me this morning?”

I grabbed my reading glasses and sent back a “yes.”

The phone binged again with another message—one sent before he could have possibly read my answer.

“Address I gave you.  @ 6am.  Look for the open window.”

The person giving the instructions was Bill, a versatile man who has appeared a number of times in these posts.  He is mid 40’s, with a shaved head and a fat dick.  And he is the most sadistic top I know.  He had a new sub.  A man who craved sex that he would feel for the rest of the day.  And Bill wanted me to help give the man something he’d remember. 

We were “breaking into” his house and “raping” him.

I didn’t bother to shower.  I dressed in my dirtiest jock and zipped myself into my flight suit.  I was going to make it a zippered fuck.  No fumbling with taking off boots and jeans, nor tripping with clothes down around my ankles.

I was working here in Northern Indiana for a few weeks.  I had mapped out the way to the “victim’s” house.   It was not far, but out in the country.  My headlamps cut through the early morning fog.  I was in my own corn maze as I went through field after field of brown and withered cornstalks.  And then I saw the number on his mailbox—big reflective numbers no trick could miss.

I parked behind Bill’s pickup.  He was here before me.  I got out, making sure I had nothing but lube in my pockets.  I went around behind the house as instructed.  Sure enough, there was a low window open.  I looked through it.  The room was dark save for a shaft of light coming in from the bedroom’s doorway.  I could quite clearly see the man on the bed and Bill in front of him.  The man was on all fours his ass towards the window.  Bill was fucking his thick cock into the man’s mouth.  The man was whimpering and doing his best to take the dick.

“Suck it, faggot.”

Bill saw me.  He held up a finger—signaling for me to wait a second.

“Get my dick good and wet.  It’s going up your ass.”

Bill pulled out of his mouth.  “Now turn around.  I’m taking your ass.”

The man complied.  His head was buried in his arms.  Bill grabbed his hair and pulled him up so he was on all fours.  At that moment the man saw me at the window.  He yelped.  Bill slapped the hapless man’s ass and entered him roughly with no more lube than the spit left on his cock.

And I climbed through the window hearing nothing but the man’s whimpering and the slap of Bill’s hips against the full butt.

I stand before him.  Bill still holds the man by the hair, forcing him to look at me.  I pull the zipper of my flight suit down slowly. My neck, chest, waist and finally my crotch are revealed to him.  My cock is swollen, making the dirty jock look particularly obscene.  I grind it into our victim’s face.  He inhales with one long breath.  He starts licking at it like I’d just given him poppers.  I work my balls free of the pouch.  He worships those, leaving them awash with saliva.  I push the head of my dick into his mouth—still in the jock.  He gags—but with his eyes shining with lust.  I peel the damp pouch aside.  My cock springs free and slaps him in the face.  He whimpers again.

“Fuck his hot mouth,” orders Bill.

I do.  Soon, Bill and I are thrusting into him in rhythm.  I finally pull out of his mouth.  A long strand of that thick saliva still connects us.  My hand catches it and I smear it on the victim’s face.  He grunts and his head hits the mattress.  I thump the back of his head with my cock.

“Take his ass.”

I turn him roughly so Bill and I don’t have to move.  “Clean his dick, fucker,” I bark out.  The victim gets Bill’s thickness into his mouth, just as I line my cock up with his puffy, used hole.  I insert.  One long stroke.  Balls deep.  And hold.  The man in the middle grunts and begins to whimper again. 

I am fucking fast and hard.   It’s all about me.  And the man doesn’t want it any other way.

Bill has pulled out of his mouth.  He slaps the man, telling him to shut up and take it.  When that doesn’t stop the noise, he rummages around on a night table, pulls out a sizable butt plug and shoves it into the man’s mouth.  The noise stops.

I keep fucking.  Bill twists the butt plug out of the victim’s mouth, turns around and grinds his butt into the man’s face.  I guide his head so his tongue is going right up Bill’s shit hole.  Bill strokes himself and calls him a faggot again.

We turn him once more.

“Taste your ass," I tell him.  

Bill puts the plug into the man’s ass.  Then adds his own cock alongside it.  The man arches his back, pulling off of me, and howls.  But he takes it.  He even mutters a “Thank you, Sir.”

When Bill pulls out, I turn the man in the middle once more.  I pull out the plug and toss it to Bill.  He feeds it to the victim.  I spit on his hole and sink in.  “I’m gonna shoot,” I announce. 

I do.   It’s not a big load, but a damn satisfying one.  Bill gets off the bed for the first time.  He comes around and pushes into the cummy mess I’ve left.  In three swift strokes, he shoots deep into our play toy.  Bill holds for a moment, then pulls out.  He grabs the plug.

“Wear this to work,” he tells the man as he slides it into the slimed hole.  “Keep our loads inside you all day.”

The man, plug in place, curls into a fetal position as we dress.

I go out the window first.  I have one leg out when I hear the used man on the bed whisper to Bill “That was the best.  Thank you, Sir.”

And I drive away, back into the fog.

The Fluid Pig Lives Up to His Name

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Wet Inside and Out

My Playroom—October, 2014

The request came in over BBRT.  He was going to be alone at the top of the week.  Did I have time to work him over during that time?  I did.  I was pleased we’d finally get to play as we had been chatting for almost a year.  I looked at his pictures again.  He was so familiar looking—where did I know him from?   I ran the rolodex in my head.  Nothing.  I shrugged.  It was likely just because we’d been chatting off and on for so long.

I typed out my usual question:  “What do you want the focus of the session to be about?”

The answer came back swiftly:  “I want to be wet inside/out and fucked as hard as you can.  Push some limits for me.”

I grinned at my computer screen and set the date.

Kerry is right on time.  I open the door for him, very pleased.  He is yet another of those men who need new pictures—they had showed a good looking enough man, but in person he is downright handsome.  I take him upstairs and tell him to strip.  Kerry could be anywhere from 38 to 48.  He is a self-proclaimed bear, but really only because he has lots of hair all over and a broad chest.  He carries some extra weight on his 6 foot frame, but it’s anything but sloppy.  The hair is sort of blondish red.  An elaborate tattoo of Celtic design is revealed on the small of his back as he strips out of his boxer briefs.  He digs in his bag and puts a black jock on, covering a sizable cock that is swelling in anticipation.

“The floor is still cold,” I tell him, “you might want to put your boots back on.”

He does.  And an intricate leather arm band on his right bicep.

I heft my cock in my discolored jock.  I am getting hard just looking at him.  I am in my boots and the bull dog harness, having hung up my robe behind the door.

“Up on the bench.”  I skip any preliminary cock sucking.  I want to taste to his ass.  Kerry settles into the bench.  I kneel behind him.  His ass is incredibly full.  I pull the cheeks apart and connect with his pucker.  Kerry, mid popper huff, gasps and almost drops the cap. 

“You are so deep in me, Sir.”

I mumble into his ass.

“Tongue me hard, Sir.”

I do.  And have been.  He tastes great.  Showered, but he’s beginning to sweat as my space heater is cranking out hot air.

I stand up.  The piss erupts from my cock.   It hits him in the small on his back, giving the visible parts of his tattoo a good wash.  I direct it down the crack on his ass.  The piss clings to the hair in the cleft, then drips to the towel on the floor.  Kerry is moaning into the popper bottle.  I swipe my cock down his wet crack, kneel and bury my face in the hot, dripping piss.  I slurp and swallow.  Lick and spit.

Piss a little more.

Clean him up.  I work my cock head into his now sopping hole.  I hold it there.  And pull out.  I move around to the front of the bench and offer my cock to suck.  His first limit test:  ATM.  He passes.  He takes me into his mouth and sucks all the piss, spit and ass juice off my cock head.

I go back for more.  I bend and spit into his hole.  I work the first three inches in.  I spit on my shaft, pull it out and offer it to him again. 

When my cock goes back into his ass, it has nothing but his saliva on it.

And now I fuck.

Hard.

So hard the bench shakes.

“Look in front of you.  Look in the mirror.  Watch me fuck you.”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk…” is all the answer I get and the only answer I want.

*****

We are now in the sling.  I am doing the same wetting of his ass crack with more piss.  I don’t want to flood his gut until the end. 

I piss and rim.

Rim and fuck.

Rim again.

Kerry is watching it all in the mirror above his head—bungee corded to the sling stand.

I blindfold him. And have him hold onto the sling chains above his head.  I am all over him with my hands, tongue, and fingers. 

I play with his nipples—working them hard with fingers and teeth.  Then lick the pain away.

I get his cock out of the pouch of his jock.  I suck it.  I piss on his hardening dick and go back to sucking it.

I move to his pit.  I tongue it.  I piss a little there too.  Kerry moans and opens his mouth.  I splash some on his tongue.  He swallows hungrily.  I clean his pit.  I push his chin down with my thumb and spit in his mouth—the mix of the acrid sweat and the sweet piss.

“Fuck,” Kerry mumbles.

I do the second pit in the same way.

And I fuck. 

I make the sling stand shake.  So hard I crack the mirror above the stand.

I get the blindfold off of him, offering my ass-juice flavored cock for his oral pleasure.

Just before I get him up, I drench his ass crack again.

“Now sit on my face on the rimseat.”

*****

I am so deep up his ass.  The piss clinging to the hair in his ass crack has all but been wrung out with my constantly moving tongue and lips.  I am as hard as I have been all day.  I feel like the thumping blood in my cock could burst out of the over swollen skin. 

I touch his thighs.  “Up. I need to breed.”

Kerry gets up in one movement and is astride the bench before I am out from under the seat.

I insert.

I pump.

I shoot.

Kerry clamps down and milks me.

I try to piss his ass—wash out all that cum I’ve just shot into him.  But I’m dry.  Finally.

*****

I lick Kerry’s balls as he jerks.  He shoots.  I think about licking his furry chest clean, but it doesn’t sound nearly as hot post-orgasm.

After his shower, Kerry is dressing to go.  He mentions his boyfriend in passing.

“So there is one?” I say.

“Sure, you know that…”

And it falls into place--why he looked familiar.

Kerry is partnered to one of my regulars.  I have seen them together only once socially.  They have a Don’t Ask/Don’t Tell policy about playing.  They do it separately, never together.  I am quite sure that neither knows the other has been in the playroom.

I can’t help but smile and nod and change the subject.

Motel Gangbang -- Two Holes - No Waiting

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"I Hear You Like to Tongue Ass..."

Near Home—October, 2014

It’s another Friday night at the adult bookstore.

I am watching gay porn on the big screen television.  It’s not theatre seating over here, but about a dozen padded chairs that start the night in three rows, and end up hugging the walls so guys can either watch each other stroke or have easier access for sex.  The chairs have already been scattered before I arrive.  I am in the back corner, farthest from the door.  I am mostly in shadow but, when the screen is brightly lit, my erect cock is visible as I leisurely stroke it. 

Right now I am alone.  An occasional man has come in, hovered against the  back wall for a moment, then taken off when he sees that there is no sex happening. The gay porn is decent for a change—slightly sloppy bareback with pretty young men—so I am content. 

For the moment.

I stroke, watching an Eastern European blond take a huge uncut cock in what looks like his incredibly tight hole.  The top pulls out.  The blond flips over so the top can stroke a huge load into the bottom’s wide open mouth.  I could wish it were my tongue cleaning up that thick foreskin up on the screen.

The door opens.  A man stands framed in the light from the hall.  He shuts it behind him and comes to the chair nearest me.  I look over at him again.  I have seen him before—he has a penchant for fucking college kids here.   He is a handsome Latino, approaching middle age.  His gym built body is evident under his opened leather jacket and clinging knit shirt.  His ample butt fills his jeans.  I remember a bigger than average cock on him, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never sucked it.  And I’ve certainly never seen him go down on anyone.

I continue stroking and watching the movie, fully aware that his eyes are me.  I look over at him again.  He’s kneading the front of his jeans.  I look back to the boys on the screen—some decent rimming action is happening.  I hear his zipper go down.  I wait to look over at him until he pulls his cock out.  He’s rock hard.  His hand stays on the tip of his cock, working his foreskin up and down over the red head underneath.

“I hear you like to tongue ass.” 

I turn to him.  “Oh…?”

“That Mexican kid you’ve fucked told me.”

I have to only think for a moment.  I know who he means—that guy I’ve stopped fucking since he refuses to come to the bookstore cleaned out.

“He told me to look for your combat boots.”

This makes me smile.

He stands up and pulls down his pants to his knees.  “I cleaned up hoping I’d bump into you.  I don’t want to be fucked, just eat my ass like you would some bottom whore.”  He twists the chair around so he can kneel in it and point a very hot ass right at me.

I kneel on the hard floor so I’m directly face level with his slightly furred cheeks.  My hands stroke the hot globes.  I spread them.  I hear him take a hit of poppers.  I spit on his hole.  I hear an intake of his breath.  My tongue plunges into him.  The Latino under me groans and twists his ass into my face.  I grab onto his hard cock and use it to pull myself closer into his ass crack.  He hadn’t lied to me.  He’s fresh from the shower—but I’m making him sweat—so I can taste the real him, a great mix of sweet and slightly acrid. 

His hole is flowering open.  My tongue sinks deeper and deeper into him.  I am jerking my cock—it’s dripping onto the tile.  I stop, pull his cheeks as far apart as possible, and hit home with my tongue.

“Fuck, that feels good.  Eat my ass.”

Amazingly, no one interrupts us as I spend the next ten minutes or so licking his hole

.

Finally I have to stand up.  My cock brushes his ass.

“Go ahead,” he says.  “Just put the head in me.”

“Really?”

“Just the head.  Let me feel it.”

I grab my cock and watch as the helmet head enters his brown pucker. 

“Jesus,” he yelps.  “Take it out.”

I do.   I spit onto his hole.

“Try again.  Just the head.”

“That was just the head,” I mutter.

I stick it in him again.  He is beating his meat like crazy.

“Oh, dammit.”  He’s muttering now, under his breath.  “I have a dick in my ass.  That big dick…”

“You want me to really fuck you?”

“I’m not cleaned out—and I know you hate shit on your dick.”

I think for a moment I might just plunge into him anyway.  But he’s right—with no easy clean up, I’m not going there.  I pull out.

The Latino swivels around and sits on the chair.  His cock now looks huge with its angry, red head as he skins his foreskin back with every stroke.

“I’m gonna…” he doesn’t finish. 

I am back on my knees in no time and get the first jet of his cum shot into my mouth.  He lets go and I take his cock into me.  I suck out all of his load and swallow hungrily. I make sure to clean under his foreskin—just like I saw the cute boy do in the video.

In moments the Latino looks rather sheepish and zips up his fly, thanks me and leaves.

*****

Hours later.

I’m on the straight side.  Gangbang porn has been playing.  I love watching seven guys take turns on the blonde on the screen.  All holes are used repeatedly. 

And it’s a good thing I like the movie for no one else has been around to show any interest in me.  I stroke until I’m on the verge of orgasm.  I hate wasting my load on the cold linoleum.  I edge a little more.

The door buzzes.  It’s a cute enough college kid, a cub who I know is a true cock hound.

 

“You need help with that cock?”  He drops his pants.

“You want it?  I’m really close.”

“I have a load in my ass.  Shove it in there.”  He bends in front of me, holding on to another chair for support.  I enter him easily with his slightly cummy hole, pushing that load deeper into him. 

It’s all about me.  

I pump him only three or four strokes before I shoot my load deep into his gut.

September Round Up--Using My Head and My Hands

One:  a new personal best.

Kurt is back in the playroom.  He is the pig I have fisted up to the elbow and have put both my hands into him at the same time.  He’s a big man with big appetites and bigger toys.  I open him up with my cock—but he’s feeling over stretched.  Did he play with some of his big toys before he arrived?  I skip fucking with my wilting dick and pick up the box of ball bearings he brought with all his dildos.  I insert a 2” diameter sphere into his insatiable hole.  And then another.  I stick my dick back in.  Now he feels like a college kid.

“I have to get to work at 3:00,” he mutters, inhaling from the small brown bottle.

I pull my dick out.  I worm my hand into his warm ass and pull the stainless steel balls out one at a time.  I do a few preliminary lateral stretches on his hole.  I Crisco up both hands. Then I begin a slow crawl into him.  It always amazes me—that it feels like it is a straight shot up his insides. I inch in slowly as he huffs cheap poppers. 

I am mid forearm in no time.

I slather on more grease up to my elbow.

Soon I’m there.

And then I’m beyond.  Just.  But I can’t see the joint.

I tell him I’ve gone deeper than ever.  I hold in place.  Kurt groans, checking the mirror above him, seeing how deeply I’m buried in him. 

As I slowly pull out, his cock half erects and his balls empty without either of us touching them…

Two:  Suck-a-thon

It has been forever since I “worked” a lunch hour at the dirty book store. 

And today I’ve hit pay dirt. 

I am sitting in the back row of the straight theatre, right on the aisle.  There are eight or nine guys watching.  And all but one of them are stroking to the woman on the screen who is getting savagely butt fucked. 

A man in a business suit is leaning against the wall next to me.  The moment I sit down, he walks over and sticks his dick in my mouth.  He must have been jacking for some time, for he cums almost immediately.  He grunts quietly, but it’s loud enough for every head in the theatre to turn to us and see what is happening.  The man pulls out of my mouth, covers himself so no one can see his rather average cock and then turns his back to the others to get himself put back together.

The man sitting in front of me stands.  He wants some, too.  His thicker cock is sticking out of his blue jeans.  I take a swig from my water bottle—I want my palette fresh.  I work my tongue around his thick, flared head.  He cums fast, too.

And so it goes.  Only the one Black man in the room shoves his dick back in his pants and leaves.  The rest are all waiting for me to service them.  I have never seen the “straight” guys so brazen.  They usually make a show of no interest until they can catch the cocksucker alone. 

But not today.

And I seem to be the only sucker there—and that is amazing.  The guys don’t even fondle each other as they wait their turn.  Some don’t even let me rinse the last man’s cum out of my mouth before they stick their cock in me.

I take seven loads.  Quickly.  Efficiently.   

In no time at all, the theatre is down to the last man.  He’s been standing, watching all the others go ahead of him.  He hasn’t watched the movie since he stood up.  He’s been watching me stroke as I suck.  I hazard a guess that he’s the one who’s going to offer to do me.

But no.

He sticks his dick in my mouth.  He reaches down and touches my drooling cock.  That triggers his cum shot.  He is out the door before he can get his fly completely zipped.

And I’m alone.

I swallow.  I take a long drink from my water bottle.  I beat my meat.  No one is around now.  I know I should cum and get out of there.  How can it get better?

The door opens.  I turn to see who is coming in.  It’s the Black man who left.  He sees the empty room.  He looks at me.  He turns to leave.

I sigh.  But I don’t hear the door open.  I turn around a look again.  He’s stepped into the back corner behind the door.  And he has his thick, slightly curved cock out.  He strokes it, looking directly at me.

He wants me on my knees in front of him.

I get up and move to him.

His free left hand reaches for my shoulder.  He presses down.  I kneel in front of him.

After all the very average to small dicks I’ve sucked today, this feels massive.  I have to really work not to scrape him with my teeth.  All the other men were so excited they gave up their loads easily.  Now I have to work.  I have to earn this one.

And I do.

I get extra points when I pull off his cock and bury my face in his bull testicles.  His hand finds the top of my head and lets me know I’m right where I should be.  I’m sure guys forget about his balls—drawn to the big dick.  I have to stop touching my own cock—they reek of sex and half a day of work.

I try to go back to sucking.  He won’t let me.  His hand clamps me in place, mouth open on his hairy sack.  He grinds me into them. 

And he starts to shoot.  Only then does he release me so I can catch the second spurt on my tongue…

Three:  Marco’s Secret Spot

I spent the last weekend of the month with Marco, my room-mate from IML, down in Columbus.  We had three sessions during a relaxed, comfy weekend.  His ass is the exact opposite of Kurt’s.  He can take things every bit as big, but he still has a hole that is incredibly tight—until I work it open.

Tongue, cock and fist were never far away from his ass.

My hand was able to give him a full body orgasm. 

Repeatedly. 

The sex was so intense I don’t want to write much more about it.

I will just say we were never done until I’d coated his stretched hole with the most copious loads I have shot in years.