Saturday, July 22, 2017

“I Want You to Fuck My Boy”

My Playroom—May, 2017

The day after Jake, I had another fisting meet with one of my regulars.  It started great with fucking him on the bench.  He has a hot, hot ass—and is becoming more of a pig every time we meet.  But things went bad with his clean out as soon as we changed over to the sling and my hand.  He cleaned a little more, but realized he would never fully trust his clean out now—which meant that he would never be able to get into that headspace bottoms need.  He got dressed and took off—and my dick could only drool with the wish that I was sending him home full of my seed.

By the end of that week I had a message from the couple I met at the last orgy in Grand Rapids.  The hot top with the Robert Mitchum chest and his boy wanted me all to themselves.  Would I be interested?  I probably don’t need to tell you how I answered.  The only details were when and in their sling or mine?  We opted for my playroom. 

They arrive early.  They are eager and horned.  I greet them naked but for my jock and boots.  I watch them strip down in the playroom and stow their clothes in the taller dresser.  The top is handsome, my age, my height and very tan.  I love the tangle of hair all over his chest.  His cock is likely thicker than mine, but not quite as long.  It is rampant, from the moment he ditches the underwear that could not contain it.  His partner is a good 8 inches shorter than the two of us.  Likely mid-40’s.  He has a great 7 inch cock that I watched him use extensively on our first meet—but today it’s all about his hot, round and delicately haired ass.

“I want you to fuck my boy.  Just use him and seed him,” the Top whispers in my ear, as his boy kneels in front of the two of us.  My cock is engulfed by the boy’s warm mouth.  His tongue is active.  He’s good.  He doesn’t linger on me; he gives his Daddy the same treatment. 

Back and forth.

I haul him up kiss him.

“I want to try taking that dick.”  The Top gets on his knees and swallows me down.  Just as expertly.  He pulls off me, panting, and gives his boy head, too.

Back and forth.

He stands up when his knees get tired.  It’s my turn to sink onto my padded floor. The Top’s big cock first.  I take it all.  Just.  Then the boy’s drooling dick.

Back and forth.

“Use his ass good.”

The boy has pulled out of my mouth and gotten up on the padded fuck bench.  I just crawl over and bury my face in his hole.  It’s hairier than his ass cheeks.  I delight in getting his hole incredibly wet and slick.  The Top is right where he should be—feeding the boy his wet dick.  I stand up and enter him.  His ass grasps me tightly.  I work up him very slowly letting him feel every millimeter.  He stops sucking his partner and concentrates on my incredibly slow progression up his chute. 

I pause—totally buried.

“Make him feel it!” the tops tells me.

I begin the fuck.  Long strokes.  Leaving just my cockhead in his ass.  I build.  And for just a moment, the two us are fucking into both the boy’s holes at exactly the same tempo.  Then I forge ahead, giving him a rough, hard fuck.

“Change,” I command.

We do.  There is no hesitation on ass to mouth.  He’s actually eager for it.  “You like the taste of your ass?” I ask as I stick it into his mouth.  He doesn’t use words, he just hungrily shows me how much he loves it.

“Damn, you got him good and open.”  The Top is fucking him now.  His eyes are on my dick in his partner’s mouth.  He stops, pulls out and lies down on the bed.  “I want to watch.”

And he does.  He watches me eat his boy’s freshly fucked hole. 

He watches me fuck him. 

He watches me take my ass juice covered cock to his boy’s mouth—and the greedy mouthing of my slimy cock. 

He listens to the guttural groans of his boy cleaning me up.


We change over.  I fuck the boy.  His partner watches.  Seemingly, I inspire him to fuck again.  He comes over the fucks him as I give the boy another taste of his ass on my cock.

We take turns once more…than he goes back to watching…


We break.  “Do you like to get rimmed?” I ask the Top.

His answer is rather non-committal.  I encourage him to get up on the bench.  He does, reluctantly.  I dive into the ass that “doesn’t like attention.”  He groans.  Loudly.  I poke and prod him with my tongue.  I open his hole and make him squirm.  I make him a happy convert in no time at all. 

But I really want to eat out the ass we’ve been fucking.  I get under the rimseat.  The boy sits on my face.  The seat does its work and spreads his hole open for me.  His ass is delicious—with his own juices and the mix of our pre-cum.  The Top kneels to my side and strokes my dick.  His other hand goes between my legs and his finger starts toying with my hole.  I can’t remember when I’ve had anything other than a tongue up there.  I clench for a moment, but will myself to relax and let him play.  His finger never truly enters me—he stops on the threshold each time.  I concentrate on the all but dripping ass above me and eat him out.  I make the boy pant…

I touch his thighs, to get him to stand.  He does.  “Fuck him,” I tell the Top.  “Just a few strokes and have him sit back on my face.”  The top lies on the bed.  I watch the boy mount that column of dick.  He rides it.  And he comes to sit again, bringing his freshly fucked hole to my tongue.

A drip of his ass lube falls on my tongue.  I eat him out noisily.

The Top is offering vocal encouragement.  “Get up again,” he tells the boy. 

This time he bends the boy right over my head and fucks him in full view.  Long strokes and rough.  “Now sit on that pig’s face.”  The boy does…and I’m a very happy, very wet pig indeed…


We try a double fuck on the bed—both on our backs, our dicks together.  It turns into the boy riding them sequentially.

“Get back in the sling.”  This time the Top is up him first.  Another hard driving attack on the boy’s hole.  The boy can’t keep his hands off his own dick.  He shoots before it’s my turn to fuck.  I lean over and lick up the cum covering his chest.  He won’t let my tongue touch his dick.

The Top goes to the bed, jerking.  I turn around and lick his balls.  He jerks faster.  It’s my turn to touch a finger to his (still wet) hole.  It makes him shoot—the moment my middle finger touches the wetness I left behind.  I clean up the mess on that forest of chest hair.

And his cock.  Every drop.

They dress and go…

It’s only after they leave I realized they hadn’t asked if I wanted to get off.  I did.  I really need to get off. 

I went to the bookstore…(See the next post!)

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Guest Writer: He Came From Behind

As promised, here's Jake's version of events.  I got this almost the next day.  I read the first paragraph to see what it was, then stopped--not wanting to be influenced by his recollections.  I  finally read it, after I wrote up my own take on our meet.  Compare.  Contrast.  Discuss...

We met as old friends do after a long time apart.  I commented on a vintage Lionel train that sat on his piano.  He in turn showed me some beautiful living room furniture, all of which he recently inherited.  So we quickly caught up where we’d left off.

Then up to the playroom.  I stripped and girded on my bulldog harness.  “New?” he asked.  He reached out to touch it, and I knew his fires were lit.  I stepped in closer and caressed his balls, but he turned me around. “I want you this way.”  It was a command, gently voiced.  I understood:  the man wanted my ass.

Soon I was thrown over the fuck bench to be rimmed and then suddenly, forcefully penetrated.  Inner thunder roused me. Lighting was striking.  I was being fucked by a man equipped and experienced enough to do it right.

The fucking was interrupted only to experiment with big toys, butt plugs and dildos, that produced a wide range of sensations.  It was a challenge, of course:  “Can you take this?”  My happy ass took it all, and then there was more fucking, until my ass was fucking back with grunts and thrusts and anal crunches.  Best of all he shoved his hand in with his dick. Limits stretched. Mind blown!

But things must not get out of hand, at least not yet. He always knows when he’s brought me to the edge.

He suddenly stopped, pulled out, leaving me to slump on the bench and beg for more.  But it was time to change the play, so he strapped on thick leather wrist restraints while I struggled to deep throat his dick.

He led me to the sling stand and chained my wrists to the hook where the top bars cross, and pulled me backward until I was hanging by my hands with ass thrust out behind. By turns he paddled my ass with a leather slapper and shoved his penis in to fuck me.  Arms and shoulders ached, ass cheeks burned with fire, and ass hole throbbed with pleasure.

But he always leaves me wanting more.  So now he put down the slapper and hung the sling at the right height for fisting. I climbed in and settled into place as a good bottom should, with ass thrust out and up.
I took my first long hit of poppers while he gloved up. He lubed my ass and as only he can, with the gentlest of touches, had my ass wide open in no time at all. 

He thrust in his right fist, then his left, then combinations of fists and fingers.  How much could I take?  “More, sir… do it again sir … thank you, sir.” Then he brought up a huge dildo he’d been saving, and let me see what was coming next.  Groaning and panting I finally took it all.  Oh yes, along the way there were breaks from the fisting to do more fucking, first without and then with his hand in as well.

And just to vary the method, he cranked in a speculum to open my hole wide and fucked me some more.  With the speculum pinning back the anus, he was thrusting his dick against the sensitive tissue just inside it, setting me on fire.  The special pleasure for him was the contrast between the cold metal of the speculum and the warm flesh of my rectum; he could feel it all the time he was fucking me.

I was on the brink of giving out, but then he called a halt and we slipped out of our top and bottom roles.  I lay on the bed to rest and he got on the floor to stretch a kink out of his back. Then I moved over and he lay down on the bed with me.  He lay on his back and I rolled over to place my body close to his, my head on his shoulder, and in the right place to reach out and hold his dick in my hand.  We dozed off that way for a bit. I woke first and wrapped my hand around his dick, and his eyes opened.

His dick was hard and huge again, heavy in my hand and pulsing with life.  It was time for more play.
I was positioned on the fuck bench, now adjusted into a platform. I was on all fours this time with my ass raised for action.  More rimming, more fisting, more fucking.  The same but not the same:  in this position my rectum seemed to open up and give him much more inner space to explore, or rather, to rampage in.  And my ass seemed to know just where to put itself to give him maximum pleasure in fucking it.

We took another rest break.  By now all the fisting and fucking had brought us very close together emotionally, and I reveled in the pleasure of snuggling up to his hard, long body.  I couldn’t keep my hand off his dick, which even when soft is still a satisfying handful.  Another catnap and a little chat, more fondling, and his dick was hard again.  I especially enjoyed feeling its girth and firmness just at the base by the cock ring.

We are both old enough to know that this new erection was a gift from the gods, and in no time I was back in the sling to be fucked again, and this time there was no holding back.  My ass was very tender from the fisting, so every sensation was amplified.  It was like being a virgin all over again!  He fucked me tenderly, roughly, and finally with total authority, slamming into me again and again.  I was writhing in pain and pleasure. He rose on his toes to thrust down into me with ever greater force until, with shouts and shudders he shot his load in me in three big blasts.

He pulled out and staggered backwards. I was all on fire, but the flames quickly died down to glowing embers of immense satisfaction.  I was proud to have taken his load.  For a few brief moments both of us were young again, first full of fire and life, then suddenly falling off the cliff of orgasm into the best kind of exhaustion and contentment.  I went home with the glow of it all deep inside, and tumbled into bed, falling asleep as my head hit the pillow.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Stuffing Jake's Ass

My Playroom—May, 2017

We met when I used to go to the rather shopworn bathhouse in Michigan’s second largest city.  I’m pretty sure we met at the community sling.  But it’s a long time ago.  It could have been in a room he’d rented.  I doubt it was on the community mattresses that were a feature of the play area at the time. 

(I just looked up Jake’s other entry on here—and found out I wrote an introduction very similar to this back then.  H’mmm….)

Jake wanted to come down to the playroom and the timing worked perfectly.  He arrived just before the appointed time.  He looked good as I let him in the door—a handsome silver fox.  We hugged, we talked.  He went off to the bathroom to touch up and I took the porn up to the playroom…

Jake is naked, struggling into a new, at least to me, harness.  I tell him I like it and in the same breath tell him to get on the fuck bench—I want to eat his ass.  He opens easily with my tongue.   Soon it’s my dick drilling into him—with Jake looking into the mirror at the head of the bench, so he can watch me drill him.

I fuck him with my big dick.

I fuck him with the egg-headed dildo.

I add my cock alongside it.  It’s a tight squeeze—but we both love the result—a tightened down hole that sends the fuck into overdrive.

I go back to just my dick.

Then I push in the big, black butt plug.  No need to for the small one now.  It goes in with a satisfying pop as his sphincter closes around it.  I work the tip of my index finger around the edge—making Jake groan and mumble into the leather bench.

I eventually tire of that and go back to my dick.  Then some fingers.  No fist yet….though  he’s ready. 

One last round of fucking.

With my cock covered in his ass juice, I reach for the wrist restraints.  My tasty cock goes in his mouth as I buckle the band around his right wrist.  And then his left.  I get him up and suspend his wrists from the center of the sling frame.  I walk him back so his ass is jutting towards me.  I don’t eat it.  I don’t fuck it.  I wallop it with a leather paddle.  Strokes on first one cheek than the other.  Only then do I rim him—loving the heated flesh on my face.

Another few spankings.  Than a brutal fuck.  It’s such a mind-fuck position for both of us.  But it’s tiring to be hung there like a piece of fuck meat.  I let him down and get the sling back into position. 
Jake gets comfortable as I grease up my hands.

It’s a long, slow session of stretching.  One hand.  Then the other.  A re-do of the toys.  My dick. The speculum comes out—cranked wide enough to accommodate my dick in his hole along with it.  I never tire of cool metal on the sides and hot flesh above and below.

We fuck again without it.  My hand slips in—and my dick follows.  I begin a leisurely jerk off deep inside his gut.  I would love to cum like this—but I am having too much fun to get off…


We have taken a longer than usual break on the bed…in each other’s arms.

We decide to try more fisting, but he’d like to be on his knees.  I adjust the middle section of the bench down so it becomes a padded table. 

My hands are kept busy.  He tells me everything feels different this way—and that’s a good thing.
I add my dick.

And go back to my hands.

Jake is getting tender.  We need to wrap up this extended session soon. 

I ask if he wants my dick again? 

His answer is to get in the sling.

I soothe his ravaged hole with my tongue. 

That does it.  I want to give him my load.

Just few strokes in his hot hole and I am firing into his incredibly stretched ass.


When he got home, Jake wrote up his impressions of that day.  I have only just now finally read it all.  I wanted to see how his (fresher) memories compared with mine two months later.  You, dear reader will get to make that comparison yourself the next time I post!

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Abusing JT's Hole

My Playroom—May, 2017

I finished up April at CLAW.  I posted daily about my sex filled afternoons and evenings.  You likely read about my working over the hot sub, fucking both the Master and his Slave in my sling, Derrick and Jacob surprising me with a hot, cum-loaded cub and the two large group parties I attended.  (You can click on any of the highlighted words for a refresher.)

 May became a busy month—even before I went off to IML.  The first time I played after CLAW marked the return of a hot pig to my playroom after a six month absence.  He never appeared in these pages back then for the hook up was something of a blur by the time I was due to write it up.  I saved the few notes I’d taken after that November meeting, sure that we’d meet again.  The first week of May proved to be that time and, seemingly we played in a very similar fashion.

JT had written me on the fetish hook-up site.  He often commuted to Detroit for his work, which meant that if he changed his route slightly, he would pass right by my house.  Would I have any interest in using him—hard?

I liked his look:  a body that was hard as a rock from the gym and healthy living—and in a shape that belied that he was my age; a shaved head; wired nips; balls that liked abuse and a seemingly insatiable ass.  The first meet was a success for both of us and only time and distance made it take six months before we did it again…

“Fuck me.  Open my hole up with that big dick.”

JT is astride the padded fuck bench.  He’s looking in the mirror that hangs low on the wall.  I am on my knees, with my tongue deep in his hole.  I have just smeared some of my pre-cum there, so it is particularly tasty.  I can just peer over his ass and meet his eyes in the mirror.  I poke deeper and we break eye contact as his eyes roll up into his head. 

I eat him out and spit all his juices back into him.  It’s time to fuck.

“Hard.   Fuck me hard.  No mercy.”

I stand up and my dick is perfectly aligned with his hole.  The smallest thrust makes the big red head of my dick disappear into his wet hole. 

“Oh, yeah, that’s the dick I remember.  Fuck!”

I begin a slow fuck.  I am able to go deep on the first thrust.  I pull all but my dripping head out of him.  And fuck the whole length back into his greedy ass.  I pick up speed.  Again, he is ready for it quicker than most men.  He wants a hard fuck; I am ready to give him one.  I grind my overgrown pubes into his hard, muscle butt.

Again and again.

I stop only to catch my breath.  JT is panting, too.  I fuck him again before he can fully catch his breath.  Slamming my hips against his firm butt, with a slapping sound that reverberates in the tiny room.

“Sling time.”

I get him up and into the sling.  And into the stirrups.  My cock pokes against his hole as I get him comfortable.  JT is sure I’m going to fuck him, so I just hold my cock outside his puffy hole…and piss.  A short blast. 

“Fuck, that feels hot.”

I give him another.  It runs down his ass crack and puddles for a moment on the towel below before it is absorbed.   I kneel and lick him clean.  He groans each time my tongue touches his fucked up hole.  He calls me a dirty fucker.  I spread his ass cheeks with both hands and spit the mix of spit, ass juice and piss into his hole.  This causes another groan.

I stand up.  My cock is drooling.  I push it into him. 


I pull out.  I drive it into him again.  He’s chanting “Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!” with every stroke.  I am now pulling all the way out and fucking it back into him.  His hole is in complete submission to my dick.  And he loves it.

Eventually, I have to stop.

“You want my fist in that hole?”

“Yeah.  See if you can get it all the way in.”

I grease up both hands.    I slowly worm the fingers of my left hand into him.   All four.  I flatten my thumb to my palm.  I work it into him—stopping at the knuckles.  I repeat the stretch with my right. 
The left.  The right. 

The next time my left hand slips home. 

I pull out and go in again…and once more…


We take a break.

And we fuck some more.  I remember that he likes his balls beaten.  I get in a good whack, but it doesn’t seem to excite him today, so I back off. 

I go back to fucking.

I realize I need to piss.  I don’t pull out.  I just unleash a massive torrent deep into his hole.

“Yes!”  JT almost crows as he figures out why his ass is filling (and heating) up.  I keep going.  It feels like I can’t stop.  I do, of course.  I pump in and out into his full butt.  I love hearing the slosh as I piston into him.

I stop fucking.  “I want it back,” I tell him.



I help him out of the sling and I crawl under the seat.  He sits.  Gingerly. 

“Don’t push.  Just let me open you up slowly.”

His ass is clenched tight—holding it all in.

My tongue snakes out.  I poke at his pucker.  It slowly opens with each successive tongue prod.  I get a drip of piss on my tongue.  I poke into him again.  Once more.  And once…

Fuck!  The floodgates are suddenly open.  I seal my mouth around his puffy hole as the piss pours out him.  I swallow.  At first it’s survival not necessarily enjoyment.  Then the volume slows slightly and I can savor it as I swallow it down.  It’s never ending—just like when I am drinking from the tap.  I am incredibly boned.  JT must be able to see my cock getting even bigger as I swallow my own piss, mixed with his ass juices.

It slows to a sputter—a dribble seeping out of his thoroughly fucked hole.  I lick up the last of it.  I tap his thighs.  JT needs to get up now.  I need to fuck a load into him.

“Bend over in the sling.”

He does.  Chest to leather.

I don’t wait.  I slam into him.  And start shooting—white washing his pissed out hole…

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Centerpiece of the Orgy

Grand Rapids—April, 2017

A couple of weeks before I left for CLAW, the fourth orgy with the group of like minded barebackers was announced.  My friend the Professor had expressed interest in attending one of their gatherings after reading the write-ups of the first three.  The timing worked for both of us—and he drove up from his southern city to Michigan--three quarters of the way through the month.  We had dinner and caught up on each other’s sex lives over a scotch that night.

The next day I packed the sling and the rimseat before we drove north and got a motel near the airport.  The Professor wanted to be prepared to be versatile. I left him to it and went out for coffee.  Soon enough, we took off for the party—arriving so I could set the sling up in the bedroom before most of the other men arrived.  The sling fit perfectly in the space the host had cleared for me and I tucked the rimseat into a corner near the bed.

“We might have a bigger crowd,” the host told us when I rejoined and the Professor downstairs.

“How many do you think?” I asked as I unbuckled my belt.

“Forty responded, so maybe eighteen to twenty,” he said with a grin.  “This may be the last one until fall.”

Twice as many men, I thought—and my cock jumped slightly in my 501’s.  I also noticed that the host had set up the downstairs, too.  Now there were three play areas—upstairs there was the communal bed, the sling and now two covered couches set up where the dining room table usually stood.

The door kept opening and men arrived.  Many regulars I knew from the three previous parties—and men who were brand new to me.  I got out of my clothes in a hurry….

I am pissing in the bathroom.  I have left the door open—after all, the men here are aware of my screen name.    I feel the presence of a man behind me.  I turn.  His naked frame fills the door way.  This handsome stranger walks in, mid-piss.  He is my age, tall, muscled and has the kind of hairy chest that makes me think of Robert Mitchum. His cock is growing.  It brushes against my hairy thigh as my piss runs out.  It’s every bit as big as mine.  He takes my shoulders in his hands and whispers in my ear:  “I’ve read your profile.  I want to watch you fuck my boy.”


He squeezes my shoulders again.  I really want to drink his piss as a way of sealing the deal, but he’s out the door and up the stairs to the bedroom.  I try to stuff my dick in my jock and follow.

The room is awash with naked men:  On their knees sucking cock, getting sucked, on the bed in a sixty nine, on all fours getting rimmed.   The bathroom intruder has his big cock in the mouth of a young man on all fours.  The top nods at me as a man in his early 40’s kneels and starts to suck my dick.  This must be his boy.  I let him get me to full hardness.  He pulls off my dick and sighs in satisfaction.

“I want your ass.”

We take over a corner of the bed—with him on all fours.  I kneel and tongue his hole.  He tastes of the perfect mix of sweat and soap.  And he’s hairy enough to get my cock drooling.  I stand up and enter him.  It’s a slow glide all the way in—he’s used to big cock—and loves it. I make eye contact with his partner, who nods approvingly. 

I look in the other direction and see The Professor getting some head from the host.  The unmistakable sound of someone shooting happens from across the bed.  The young man has milked out the first load of the evening in the first 30 minutes of play.  The big dicked top is quick to push into the spunked out hole.  He announces to the room how much he loves to fuck in fresh cum.  He doesn’t for long.  The young man milks a load out of him, too, in record time—making the top sound both surprised and pleased as he grunts out his orgasm.

I continue fucking his boy as I watch the Professor move behind the young man.  He guides his wet cock into the wetter hole of the young man.  For a moment, I watch the Professor fuck him.  Then I get busy tasting the ass I just fucked.  When I stand up, I let another man go into him.  I move around the bed and let a man suck my cock—who comments on how good it tastes with ass juices on it.  We are right next to the Professor, who is still fucking the loaded young man.  Suddenly, it’s the Professor’s turn to be surprised.  “I’m cumming…” he announces, every bit as surprised as the man before him.

I kneel and taste this triple loaded ass.  I sigh---this is one of the main reasons why I love group sex.  I thrust my tongue into him.  The young man squirms and his hole pushes out a huge dollop of cum onto my tongue.  “That what you want, fucker?” he groans.

“I want to churn it,” I tell him the moment I have swallowed the triple mix of seed.  I stand and push in.  I fuck eagerly.  I can understand how the three men came faster than they expected.  The boy feels like velvet.  The lube of semen is amazing.  And his milking technique is what only a few bottoms seem to figure out.  I stop thinking about all that.  I pull out for a second, my cock coated.  The young pig swivels and expertly cleans my dick of all the men’s juices he’s had in his ass.

I fuck him again—before making way for his fifth cock—and likely his fourth load.

He becomes the centerpiece of the evening.  On all fours, he dominates the bed—and for the first 90 minutes of the gathering he is the hole into which every man wants to stick his cock.  And more often than not, he’s loaded.  (It seems like every one is a multi-cummer but me!)  It doesn’t hurt that he’s a good 10 to 20 years younger than the other men, or that he’s thin, toned, tatted and cute.  But it’s his talented ass that keeps him busy.


I play with many others.  Always keeping a watch on the young man.

After his cumming, the Professor took a little break, but he is now in full bottom mode.  I watch him get fucked on the bed.  When the top pulls out of him, I ask if he wants to get into the sling.  He does.  I love the used, if not cummy taste of his hole.  He seems to love the feel of my dick thrusting into him after months of not seeing each other.

We break and he heads downstairs where there seems to be a ton of action.  I don’t make it there for the young bottom has come over to me.  “Sling?”  I ask.

He gets in.  I smile—he can get into the stirrups with no help. 

I kneel.  His ass is wetter than before.  “How many loads are in there?”

“I’ve lost count…”

I dive in and tongue him hungrily.

“…at least 10…”

I squirm into him harder.

“…likely more.”

I can’t reach them the way I want.  I stand up.  I’ll use that flared cock head of mine to pull some out.  I fuck him hard.   Chain rattling hard.  A man sticks his cock in the boy’s mouth.  I pull out, pulling a drool of cock scum out of  his puffy ass.  I kneel and clean it up.  When I stand, he pulls off the cock in his mouth and shoots me a look of pleading—for a taste of what I’ve just eaten.  I bend down and kiss him.  His tongue invades my mouth. 

I fuck.

I lick up the cream running from his hole.

We kiss.

“I need you on the rimseat.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

We leave the sling, I get under and he sits.  I feel a man straddle my chest to fuck the boy’s mouth.
My tongue prods him.  And he flowers open.  He has a rosebud and I didn’t know it.  His prolapse fills my mouth.  Dripping everyone’s cum onto my tongue…


I remember the Professor fucking and creaming another man at the end of the evening.  But I don’t remember how I got off.  We’ll leave it open for now….and I bet I’ll get an email reminding me….

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Happy Fourth

My work schedule is terrible in July.  

I will try to find time to continue posting, but it will be sporadic for a bit.

I would much rather be out in the woods.

Especially as drawn by Tom of Finland.

Maybe by the end of summer....