Tired Daddy

Indianapolis—February, 2018

I was on my way to St. Louis for my second of the annual business trips I take in February.   I knew I didn’t want to make the trip in one day—mostly so I could have an extra night of play on the road.  On the spur of the moment, I decided to stop in Indy.  I debated about just hitting one of the bathhouses, but knew I would be doing that in St. Louis.  Maybe a good motel romp would make more sense.

I got on BBRT.  I was new meat.  I got a fair amount of chat—mostly from men out of town.  Or guys who wanted to wait for the weekend.  Two local men were persistent.  One eventually vanished.  That left a good looking guy in his late 40’s.  He couldn’t play at home.  He was close to my hotel on the west side.  He had a screen name that suggested he liked big dick of a darker shade than mine, but he seemed willing to make do.  He had to finish one thing before he left the house.  I looked at the clock.  It was only a little after 7pm.  Great.

8pm.  Nothing.

9pm.  Nothing.

Just before 10pm he was telling me his shower was done and he was leaving the house.  He was no more than 10 minutes away.

10:30pm  Nothing.

I checked.  He was still online.  I wrote a quick note saying that this was ridiculous.  I punched the send button and there was a knock at the door…

He comes in.  He’s maybe 6’ 1”, 170 or so with dark brown hair.  He apologizes about the delay.  His kids wouldn’t settle for the night.  “Why didn’t you just write that? “ I want to say, but he’s stripping and at that moment his ass is revealed.  It’s hairless and perfectly shaped—and very white in the spill of the light I’ve left on in the bathroom.

I have stripped one bed to play on—to reserve the other for sleeping.  I move him towards it when he’s fully naked.  His eyes are glued to my yellow jock.  He gets to his knees.  He’s projected being really tired from the moment he’s walked in.  He finds some energy now as he takes my cock out of the pouch.  He hefts it.  It swells some more before his eyes.  He takes me in his mouth.  And to the root.  He’s a natural.  My cock finishes hardening deep inside him.  I moan as he pulls off it.  I want more.  I grab his head and fuck his face.  He lets me, but now there is not much enthusiasm.  He pulls off me again and flings himself face down on the bed.

I kneel behind him.  I sink my face into that great looking ass.  My tongue finds his hole.  There is no arching of his back, no grinding back to tell me it feels good.  He lies there and lets me do it.  I do, at least for the moment.  I pull his cheeks apart and my tongue goes deeper.

No response.

I stand up and sink my entire length into him.  The only response is to open his popper bottle.  I fuck him on all fours.

I fuck him flat on the bed.

I go around to have him suck me again. 

I get him up and tell him to bend over next to the full length mirror.  This revives him for a moment as his eyes focus on the big dick entering his hot looking ass and for the first time he’s involved in the fuck.  I actually get a moan of pleasure out of him.  Then he hits the poppers, looks away and retreats into his own world.

I lie on the bed and tell him to ride me.  Again, since he has to do some work, he’s a little more involved.  Way too soon, he flops off me to ‘catch his breath.’

We’ve fucked for close to an hour.  I decide I’ve had enough.  I put him on all fours.  Taste his ass.  Enter and shoot my load.

It’s one step up from masturbation.

He thanks me, cleans up and takes off for home.

I love going to sleep with the smell of the man/men still on me.  Tonight I use a wash cloth and a lot of very hot water.

Orgy—Pigs at the Trough

Grand Rapids—February, 2018

I was really excited.  The group sex party held in Michigan’s second biggest city was returning in the middle of February.  I packed the sling and my leathers.  It was an easy drive.  I arrived early to get the sling up.  I met a fellow top at the door (who I only knew by his online profile.) He arrived with his sling, too.  Well, well.  His went downstairs.  Mine was set upstairs where the host had prepared his bed so it could be approached from all sides.  Another guest, a man who loves to rim as much as I do, had brought his new rimseat.

We strip.  There are six of us at first.  (The final count is 10 men, 9 here at any one time.  4 Total tops, 5 versatile {and I do mean vers!} and 1 bottom.)  We troop upstairs.  We are a diverse lot in build and age.  I am about the oldest.  The youngest, a constant cocksucker, is in his late 30’s.  Some men plop on the bed.  I fall to rimming one of those.  The cock sucker is working on the other sling top.  The rimmer gets a beautifully built man on the rim seat.  When I next look up more men have arrived.

We change partners to welcome the new men.  I watch as the Rimmer fucks the man I ate out.  I fuck the man he rimmed.  The guys 69ing have rolled around to play with new men—or hold onto the men getting fucked.  It becomes a pile of slippery flesh—men stroking, licking, jerking, sucking or fucking whoever is closest…

*****

A subbish man, who looks 10 years younger than his actual age, lies spread-eagled on the bed.  Six men have been up his perfect bubble butt.  But not me.  I’ve waited on purpose.  He’s had all those fucks and has taken one load.  It’s my turn.

I kneel behind him on the floor.  He knows me.  He instantly gets on all fours and grinds his wet hole in my face.  My tongue pokes into him.  The lips of his ass are puffy.  And wet with cum, spit and ass lube.  I stop touching myself as I rim and swallow some of the great mix of flavors. 

I stand up.  Even after all the fucking he’s taken, I go in slowly.  I inch in—sliding through his jizz coated walls.  He takes the entire time to adjust to my size.

“You fill me up so perfectly,” he mumbles into a pillow he’s clutching.  I bottom out.  My pubes grind into his perfectly hairless butt.  I hold waiting until he says a “Fuck me, Sir.”

I begin slowly, letting him feel every millimeter of my cock.  With the first stroke I have begun churning the load in him.  I work up to full speed—and now the cum is oozing out of his ass and running down his taint.  I full out abruptly and lick it up.

The sub groans.  And groans much loader as I slam my cock back into him.  I hear a “Fuck, yeah.” It’s the Top I met at the door watching and playing with his own nipples while a man is suckling on his cock—likely fresh out of some ass.  I show off a little—pulling almost all the way out of the hole and ramming the entire length back in with each stroke.  My pubes are covered in someone’s cum, now.  I grind them into his puffy hole.

I have to slow down or I won’t last.  I go to a slow fuck.  Slower yet.  And pull out.  One last oral clean up of his hole—and I slap his ass.  He grins at me as if I’d just handed him an award…

*****

I’m at my sling.  A big burly guy, who has topped all night, is now letting his power bottom side out.  The rimmer has rimmed and fucked him—a chain rattling fuck.  I am here now, eating the wet hole that he’s left behind.  No cum—but you’d never know it—the man is an incredible self luber.  I burrow in and slurp loudly.

“Give me your dick.”

I stand up.  No need for a prolonged entry here.  I push into him with ease.  He clamps down on me and lets me feel his muscle ass.  I batter at his second opening.  I thrust hard, grind and I’m through it.  He groans and calls me names.  The other sling top comes over.  He watches and strokes his cock. I offer him a turn.

He nods.  I step aside and the burly guy gets his third dick.  I kneel, right there, now at eye level of cock plowing that muscle butt.  “Let me taste it.”

The top loves this idea.  He pulls out and shoves it into my mouth for two strokes before shoving it back in the man’s ass.  “You like that, pig?”

I grunt my pleasure.

He pulls out and feeds me again.  This time he holds my head down on his cock.  I slurp noisily. He lets me go and I come off it breathless.  I don’t think he notices, he’s back to fucking the muscle butt.

He pulls out again.  This time he pushes my face into the freshly fucked hole.  My face and tongue elicit a groan from the muscle bottom, too.  I am sticking to him he is so wet with ass juice and precum.

I stand up and fuck for a bit.  I am hitting the burly guy’s prostate on every stroke.  His moans fill the house.  The sounds bring the Rimmer back to the sling.  He watches.  I slow the fuck—and let the Rimmer’s dripping cock back up the burly guy.

I move to the top.  I suck his juicy dick, still wet with all that ass juice.

He sucks mine, too, licking it clean.  He forces himself down on the last inch, making himself choke on my dick.  I fuck his face.  He gets up and kisses me, his mouth full of precum and ass lube.  We snowball it.  I’m the pig and finally swallow it.  I attack his fragrant pit.  My tongue mops up all those pheromones.

He does the same for me. 

We kiss again—mixing our two scents in our mouths.

The guys have left the sling.  “Can I rim you?”  I ask.

He jumps in.  I kneel and eat his ass—the first man to be there tonight.  He squirms and groans.  He holds my head in place as I piston fuck his hole with my tongue.

“I want to do you.”

We trade.  I take a hit of poppers.  So does he, long inhales at both nostrils and through his mouth.  He’s a good rimmer.  Every inch of my ass is treated to his tongue.  He stands up.  “I so want to fuck you.”  Instead his cock beats my balls.  Then it pokes at my hole.

“Bring it here,” I tell him, turning to the side and offering him my mouth.  He comes to the side of the sling and face fucks me.  When I can’t stay in that awkward angle any longer, I get out of the sling, but not before he spits in my mouth.  He attacks my pits again as I hang onto the sling frame. 

“FUCK!”  He’s coming.  I go to my knees.  I get the second or third blast from his dick across my face.  The next in my open mouth.  I move forward and swallow him down.  I take every drop he has left.  He pulls off me when he can’t stand it anymore.  I look down at the floor in front of me.  His puddle of cum is huge and looks incredibly creamy on the laminate floor.

I look him in the eye for a long moment.  I bend and lick up every drop of his cum off the floor.

I find a better receptacle for mine, later that night…

Tom of Finland?

"Fuck Me. Use Me!"

Near Home—February, 2018

I was home between the two long trips I make each February.  I was restless on a Sunday afternoon.  It was too cold to open the playroom.  I went to my local bookstore…

I’m on the couch in the straight theatre.  An older man sits next to me.  His hand is pushed under the waistband of his stretch pants.  It only comes out when he has to take another hit of poppers.  No one else is around.  I’m not shy about undoing my pants and hauling out my stiffening meat.  The porn is particularly sleazy today.  I love to see guys work over all three holes and leave the woman a whimpering, wet mess.

“That’s a nice one.”  The man next to me is no longer looking at the screen.  “Do you want it sucked?”

I nod.  He slides off the couch and moves between my legs.  He takes a massive popper hit and goes down on me.  He’s good—and loves what he’s doing.  He stops long enough to pull his pants down so he can stroke with his free hand—the other clutches the poppers.

Another long hit and his mouth slides to the base of my cock.  He orgasms, again and again—shooting his load between my legs and under the couch.  He stays on me for a little bit after he’s shot, coming back to earth.  His popper’s hand now grips my thigh.  Eventually, he gets up carefully, turning to make sure I don’t see his cock.  He tucks it away, thanks me and leaves.

Only then do I find the popper bottle—a gift—under my leg.

*****

The crowd is picking up.  I’m on the gay side now.  The porn is actually not as hot.  Partly for it’s condomed, partly for the sound is not working.  But there are men here:  A 30-ish Black guy, showing off a pretty regulation sized cock; a  late 20-ish White guy with cubby good looks, is jerking with one hand and fondling his balls with the other;  a guy who I find annoying but who I have often sucked off in the past is standing at the door, jerking and leering at me; several more are in the chairs looking at us.

All are stroking—but no one does anything.  For what seems like forever.

I decide to change that.  I nod at the annoying guy.  He comes over and proudly shoves his fairly thick cock in my mouth.  He has no control at all.  He groans and I know he’s going to shoot in mere moments.  But not before it inspires the Black guy to stand up and feed the Cub.

Annoying Guy cums noisily.  He pulls out of my mouth, thanks me and leaves.  I get on the floor and start licking the Cub’s balls.  He lets go of his cock reluctantly.  But then grunts his pleasure around the dick in his mouth as I deep throat him.

We change up.  I sit back in my chair and the Black guy feeds me, the Cub crawls between my legs and gives me expert head.

We change again.  The Black guy on my dick, the Cub back in my mouth, but now fucking my face.

And finally, the Black guy standing, with the Cub and I kneeling before him, taking turns on his cock.

“You should let him fuck you,” he tells the Cub.

The Cub looks panicked and shakes his head.

“Come on—I want to see that.  It’s not like you don’t get fucked…” the sound of incredulity creeps into his voice.  “Show us your ass.”

Instead, the Cub makes a determined effort on the Black guy’s dick— to get him off and shut him up.

The next time it’s suggested—the Cub does up his pants and leaves, with the Black guy following.

*****

I’m alone for a moment.  Than a Latino guy enters.  I have played with him before—but only once.  He’s likely just 30.  He’s slightly stocky, but his arms are huge from manual labor with good pecs and a muscled back.  His legs are thick.  And he loves to get naked.

He asks politely if he can suck me.  And strips down before he begins.  I play with his hard nipples as he gives me wonderful head.  He looks up at me, his eyes asking if I’m pleased.  I can’t help but smile at him.  And kiss him.  He’s surprised…but we can’t stop.  Our mouths are glued to each other for a very long time.

Eventually, he goes back to my drooling dick.  He swabs it up and, reading my mind, comes up to kiss me again with my precum on his tongue.  I reach down and find his short, thick cock.  I squeeze the head until it drools.  I bring my precumed finger up to our locked together mouths.  He hungrily breaks the kiss and licks up his juices and kisses me again.

I get him to stand.  I go to my knees and suck his cock.  He bucks into my mouth.  I move on to his balls, full and hairy, leaving them soaking with my spit.  And back to his cock.

I pull of it and look up at him.  “I want to eat your ass.”

He grabs a chair, places the back towards the forgotten porn and kneels in the seat.  I pull his ankles wider apart and kneel.  I connect—tongue to hole.  He groans.  He reaches behind himself and pulls his full cheeks apart.  My tongue has even easier access to his pucker.  I prod it open easily.  He moans and says something in Spanish that I can only guess at its meaning.

“Fuck me, man,” he hisses.  “Fuck me with that big dick.”

I know I will, but I don’t want to stop tonguing his hole.  It is getting slicker and slicker.  I am truly tongue fucking him now.  He groans again.  And whimpers.

It’s my cue to stand up.  My cock slaps his ass crack.  It slides down all my spittle and prods his hole.  It flowers open and I sink in.  No slow inch by inch entry.  I am balls deep in seconds.  And it’s just how he wants it.

“Fuck me,” he pants.  “Use me.”

I begin to fuck.  After the hours of foreplay with all the others, it’s not going to be a long fuck.  I plow into him.  Almost all the way out and back in—on each stroke.

“Seed me.  I want your cum.”

For a moment I want to pull out and taste his fucked out hole—but I realize I can’t.  I’m going to explode.  I grab onto his hips.

“You want it?  You’re gonna get it.”

“Si,” he chokes out, “give me your load.”

That’s all it takes.  I fire into him again and again.

I fall forward and hug him from behind, my cock still in him.  I stay that way for quite some time.  Just holding on. 

When I finally pull out, he slips out of the chair—where there is a huge puddle of his cum that I rammed out of him.  He kneels and cleans my cock with his hungry mouth, getting every drop of jizz he can find…

"I Gotta Try Yours"

Louisville, KY—February, 2018

I couldn’t make it back to the bookstore in Memphis.  My conference schedule is always too long and busy to play very often.  I have given up trying to get men to come to the room after my long days and nights.  So I just let my balls fill up.  I drove home to Michigan with an eye for an overnight in Louisville.  There is a great bookstore just across the border into Indiana where I have had great fun in the past. 

I was horned from the days of no play and thinking about it all day in the car.  I found a motel and checked in.  I changed into some clothes I keep for the bookstore---clothes that can get cum splattered and I won’t care.  I wish I had a dollar for every time I have knelt in some one’s load on a bookstore floor….

I park behind the building.  I know it’s a Tuesday night, so it’s not going to be packed, but it is early evening—I’m hoping there might still be some of the after work crowd hanging around.  The parking lot is pretty empty.  There are two big rigs parked for the night, beyond the paved park of the lot.  I go in and wonder for a moment if I should break tradition and do the arcade as opposed to the two theatres.  But I like porn—and I hate feeding the players in an arcade.  I opt for the combined ticket for the straight and the gay theatre.

I start in the straight theatre.  There is one man sitting in the front row.  I can only see the back of his head.  I sit at the end of the back row which sticks out one seat from the row in front.  It gives me leg room and guys can easily get to my cock.  I get my dick out and jerk.  It’s ancient porn, but kind of hot—one woman/two guys (who prove to make her really messy.)  The next scene is pretty pedestrian.  The man in the front row is as bored as I am.  He gets up and walks up the side aisle towards me.  He is a Black man, likely in his late 60’s.  I like the smile on his face when he sees my cock.   He stands beside me—and moments later I feel his very soft hand grasp my dick.

“Nice,” he whispers.  He bends down so he can see it better.  His hand strokes my full length, but does a nice little twist as it comes up and envelops my cock head.

“That feels really good.”

“May I put that beautiful cock in my mouth?”  he whispers, with his slight Southern drawl, right into my ear.

“Sure.”

He bends more.  His mouth connects.  He keeps the hand going with the bobbing of his head.  I just close my eyes and revel in his soft touch.

He is tireless.  But it may be too relaxing.  I am certainly nowhere near orgasm and I can tell, once I’ve opened my eyes again, that the bent over posture is beginning to hurt.

“Are you going to give me your cum?”

I explain it takes a lot of work—and I have just walked in.

He takes a break and promises to come back.  I assume he goes to cruise the arcade.

*****

I check out the Gay theatre.  No one is here, it’s colder and condomed porn is on the screen.  I go back to the straight theatre.

A new movie.  Oh, my—a plot.

The door opens.  A White trucker walks in.  He sees me and sits on the ledge off to one side, behind me.  He keeps moving, inching his way until he is directly behind me.  His knee brushes the back of my chair.

I turn to look at him again.  He is kneading his worn denims.  I stand up.  He unzips.  He spreads his legs.  The invitation—and which way around—is clear.  I kneel and take his fairly small dick into my mouth.  I work my tongue around the head.  I make his foreskin retract.

I don’t spend long on him.  He needs to get off and hit the road again.

The dick may be small, but his load is large.  He grunts out his orgasm with each spurt.  He pats my head to tell me I’ve cleaned him up enough, zips up and leaves.

I sit back down.  My cocksucker returns.  He tries again.  Still no luck in getting me off.

“What makes you shoot?”

“Fucking an ass.”

I’m afraid I’ve offended him.   He tells me he rarely does that.  And that it’s never felt good—the little dicks he’s tried it with. 

But we both know he’s not ready for me tonight—in a couple of ways. 

He thanks me for being nice and goes home.

*****

I am alone a long time.

I consider going.  I consider checking out the arcade after all, though on a trip to the restroom, there seemed to be no traffic there, either.  I consider jerking off.

And the door opens again. 

A different Black man walks in and sits on the back ledge.  Tall.  Jeans and open coat.  He ditches the coat to a chair.  Now I can see he’s built, too.  His jeans mound up as he sees me stroking so openly. 

He unzips.  “You suck?”

“Sure.”

He fists his dick—not as big as my twin in Memphis, but a thick 7 incher.  I kneel between his splayed legs and go to work.  He sighs and tells me “Keep doing that.”  I’m doing my signature constant tongue motion around the head of the cock as I come out of deep throating him.  I work into his dripping piss slit, too.

“I gotta try yours.  Stand up.”

I’m surprised but pleased.  I feed him my cock.  He’s hunched over, so the angle isn’t as good as if he were on his knees—but good enough.  I let him set his rhythm.  He’s grunting at the pleasure my cock is giving him in his mouth.  Emboldened, I grab the back of his head and fuck his face.  This makes his cock precum like crazy.  I pull out of his mouth and take him to the root again and again.

We reverse once more.  “Fuck my mouth, Stud.”  I do.  Once again his precum covers the hot ebony head of his dick.

I think he’s getting close.  I pull out of his mouth and take him in my mouth again.  He bucks into my face.  Hard.  I erupt on the floor.  He feels me shudder and pulls out of my mouth.

I must look hurt that he’s not feeding me.  He pats my head and tells me he wants to play a little longer.  I stand up.  He leans over and licks me clean.  I so want to kiss him.  But nope.  He zips up and leaves me looking at my pool of cum on the floor.

"They Look Like Twins"

Indianapolis, IN—January, 2018

I did have one other encounter in January.  I don’t really need to do a post for it, but...  While working in rural Indiana and we had a Sunday off, I went to The Works, the second bathhouse in Indianapolis.  Sunday afternoon at a bathhouse—sounds logical, yes? 

I used to go to The Works for play and then stay the night as I commuted to a job in Tennessee.  I always thought of The Works for cock sucking and The Club for fucking.  For some reason (and I really don’t know now) I stopped going.  It was certainly starting to show wear or perhaps I wanted to fuck more, but I just stopped.   

But I’d read on BBRT, The Works was about to start hosting Cum Union parties.  I wanted to see the place again, even though I knew I couldn’t go to the first CU party.  I found it in much better shape.  There was now a sling room and an expanded play area in a video room.  That was to the good.  

The day, though, was kind of a bust.  I did find a couple of guys who wanted suck me, but they were really not very good.  One was handsome enough, but those teeth!!  I swallowed a load in the steam room after about 5 seconds of sucking.  This part of the post doesn’t get the “Bad Sex” label or the “Odd.”  Do I need to create a “Ho-Hum Sex” label?

*****

Memphis, TN—February, 2018

I made my usual job related trip to Memphis.  I went to the same bookstore I’d found the year before on my only evening off.  There is one “theatre” where mismatched chairs are in poorly aligned rows to look at the small television showing grainy straight porn.  You now get to it by walking through the arcade, where the doors look like they’d fall off the hinges if they ever got used.   There is still a bathroom where men scope out each other at side by side urinals.  There is also that small side room with nothing but a block to support yourself as you bend over…

I sit in the back row.  It’s really dark.  The screen is so small it throws out no extra light at all.  I am very aware of sex noises happening in the blackest corner.  Finally my eyes adjust.  A big bear of a man is hunched over giving head.  He totally blocks the man he’s sucking.  From the sounds the recipient is making, the head must be terrific.  The sucker works harder.  The sounds of orgasm are unmistakable.  Looking like he’s just run a marathon or he’s just learning how to walk, the recipient pushes by the sucker and me, doing up his zipper, on his way to the bathroom.  I can see he is a good looking guy, but not much else.

The sucker turns to me.  Of course I’ve gotten my dick out to jack to the terrific aural of the blowjob, not the threeway (I think) that’s on the screen.  The sucker looks like he’s just pitched camp and cut the firewood for the evening.  He finds a stray strand of cum in his Grizzly Adams beard and licks his finger clean.  He moves down the two seats between us to be next to me.  He licks his lips.  I pause for only a millisecond.  I nod.  And he bends to take me in his mouth.

Oh, fuck!   He’s great.  This is how a blowjob is supposed to be.  His tongue is constantly on the move, the suction is good, there’s a ton of spit—maybe it’s cum?!—and he’s found a great rhythm.  His beard is tickling my balls.  Woof!

He works on me a long time.  I have a moment early on where I think I might give him my load.  Nope, my cock thinks differently and  it continues to just enjoy the expert sucking.

He finally stops.  “Are you ever going to cum?”  It’s a much higher voice than I expect from this big bear.  I explain I rarely get off with sucking—no matter how good.  He thanks me.  I thank him.  He goes off to his waiting dinner, saying “You’ll have no problem finding someone who wants that big thang.”

I go into the back room.  The good looking guy is there.  The moment I enter, he gets on his knees, his mouth open.   I feed him.  He’s no here near as good, but certainly not bad.  It’s fun to be in charge.  I fuck my big, wet dick into his mouth.  My fucking his face makes him knead his recently spent cock through his pants.  And it also gives him an idea.  He gets up and lies on the block, his head hanging over the edge.  I lower my cock into his mouth.  I fuck deeper and deeper into his throat.  He gags.  And loves it.  He’s now hard under his fly.  I pump into his face.   Going extra deep every so often to make his gag reflex go off.

He sits up after a dozen or so times of this.  “I wish I could get your load.” 

I explain again.  We break.  I go back to the back row—and sit in the corner chair where he was.

I stroke to the porn—are they pirates doing her?

The good looking guy finds me.  He unzips.  “I know what you need,”  he hisses.  He feeds me his cock.  I suck him.  He holds my head still and fucks my face—except he doesn’t have enough dick to gag me.  But he does have another load.  Not big—but it fires with real strength into my mouth.  I swallow hungrily.  He pats my head and leaves.

I stroke.

I really want another cock to suck.

A 30-something Black man comes in.  He sits next to me.  He’s drop dead gorgeous.  He pulls out a very large dick.  We stroke in silence.

“Stand up,” he whispers.  I think he wants to suck me.  I stand.  But he does, too.  I’m confused.  “Look at our dicks.”  I do.  “They look like twins!”   He gestures me to put mine side by side with his, but facing the other way.  My cock drools into his tight corkscrewed pubes.  We are exactly the same length.  The same girth.  Big mushroom heads.  In Black and White.  “I need to suck me some of that.”

He gets to his knees and I am treated to my third good blowjob.  Sloppy and wet.  When his knees tire, he stands back up.  I offer him a guiding hand as he slips on the floor.  He surprises me with a wet, pre-cummy kiss.  “Now suck me like that.”

I go to my knees.  I take him as deep as I am able.  He hands me poppers.  I hit them and am able to take him to the root.  Repeatedly. 

And I cum.  Right between his legs.  Puddles and puddles of it.

He pulls out and, with a quick grunt, white washes my beard.  He pushes it back into my face and lets me clean up every drop.

Piss Party (with Sling)

Chicago—January, 2018

Alejandro and I went out for a drink after our play session (as if we needed more fluids running through our systems!!) at the bar where the piss party is held.  It was very early on a Friday night so it was the two of us, a chatty, mildly flirtatious bartender and one other customer.  Alejandro reminded me that with the dirt cheap deal he’d gotten on his flight, and with how far we were from the airport, that he would only be able to stay for some of the piss party.  We worked out he could leave his bag at my room and take the extra key so he could shower before he Uber-ed to O’Hare.
 

After one drink, and a lot of get to you each other chat, he went off to sleep—he’d had little due to other travel—and I needed food.

The next day, we got into the back bar 15 minutes before the party started.  I set up the sling.  Alejandro stripped to a jock and boots, and flirted with a new (to me) event bartender.  I got ready with my usual piss party attire of a piss yellowed jock (which I’m destroying for a reader), my old combat boots and my yellow trimmed Neoprene harness. 

And it was cold.  I could feel the heat trying to defrost the room, but it was still January inside and out in the back bar.  It warmed up about an hour into the play—the very time Alejandro beat a retreat for the airport.  I think he pissed on a guy in the inflatable wading pool… 

The party starts slowly.  The number of men for the first hour is sparse…nobody is rushing to get wet with the cold.  I catch up with a number of men I haven’t seen for months.  Some times that means chatting.  Sometimes that means an exchange of dick sucking.  I talk to the Coat Check Otter.  His beard has really grown since I saw him.  We spend quite a bit of time kissing.  And groping. 

The crowd arrives…an hour into it.  The room is warmer and the pissing begins.  I find the cub I met here who is also from Michigan.  I bend him over, so he holds on to the bar as I eat out his hairy ass crack.  It’s not even damp.  I stand up and remedy that with my first piss of the night—it goes on forever and leaves him squirming.  I kneel back down and clean him up.

“I want to get fucked his time.”

I ask if he’s up for the sling.

“Not yet,” he tells me, leading me into a darker area behind the screens.  He bends, supported by the bench that runs along the wall.  “I want that raw dick in my PrEP-ed hole.”  I kneel behind him and take another taste of his pissed out ass crack.  I hear the poppers open.  A huge hit.  “Eat me out.  Fuck, yeah.” 

I spit one last time onto his hole.  I stand up and prod his pucker with my dripping dick.  Once.  Twice.  I’m in.  I sink to half my length.  He groans and takes another hit.  I sink into him.  A man arrives to shower the Cub’s back with piss.  The hot liquid runs down the crack and is fucked into him.  The poppers open again.  His hole responds.  The Cub goes all guttural, making incoherent babble about cock and ass.  I slap one of his cheeks.  His chute tightens on my cock.  I fuck and fuck…

*****

A good looking, bookish-type is hiding out in the dark corner on the opposite side to the sling.  We chat.  He’s new to the party.  He hefts my dick and haltingly wonders if I have piss.  I do.  He gets down on his knees.  I rest my semi-hard cock on his lower lip.  We wait.  I swig from my water bottle and the piss flows.  A lot.  He manages to take it all.  The sheer volume leaves him breathless. He stands ups, rather unsteady.  “Damn…” he says, “Now I have to piss.”

I kneel.  I look up at him—I love the look of shock on his face.  He starts the stream before it’s anywhere near my mouth.  I bend and take him in—letting the head sit on my tongue.  There is as much volume as I gave him.  I suckle him down.  I save the last spurt in my mouth.  I stand up and kiss him—giving him his own piss back.  Our bodies hungrily grind together.  It’s only when I finally break the kiss I see that he has shot a load all over my bushy pubes.  I thank him and deliberately wipe them up with the grungy jock.

*****

I am near the sling.  A hot Ginger has asked if he can fuck his friend in it.  I assure him it’s there for all to use.  He plows his bud.  He gives him a load as I watch.

I feel a hand clap on my shoulder.  “Let the man eat it out.”  I look.  It’s the party organizer.  The Ginger eventually pulls out and I feast on his load.  He watches with pleasure as I savor his cum.  The bottom squirms and jacks his dick.

“Fuck, yeah,” says the Ginger.  “Now you can fuck me.”

I stand up.  The friend is helped out of the sling.  The Ginger jumps in.  I stirrup him up and lean across his hot otter body and kiss him.  He groans deep in his throat as he tastes his own sperm on my tongue.  I linger in his mouth a long time.  He’s a great kisser.  When I come up for air, I thank him by pissing on his ass crack.  I lick up another hairy ass.  I drill some into his hole.  Another man walks by and pisses on the Ginger’s cock.  It sluices down for me to lick that piss up, too.

The Ginger is panting.  I stand.  He may have just cum, but his cock has stood up again.  I push into his wet ass.  His ass is tight.  It clings to my cock on every move I make.  It’s a delicious feeling.  I am moving slowly, to let him get used to me. 

But he will have none of it.  “Just fuck me.  Fuck me hard.”

I pick up the pace.  I pummel his butt with loud wet smacks of flesh on flesh.

Another of his friends finds him in the sling.  “Fuck, man, I never see you take cock.”

“You want to sample his ass,” I ask this new arrival.

He nods.  I pull out.  He takes my place and fucks his friend.  “You are so tight…” the friend begins.  And suddenly he’s coming.  He’s fucking a load into the Ginger after maybe three strokes.

“Let me clean you up.”  I kneel.  The friend obediently pulls out and sticks his cummy cock in my mouth.  I tongue him clean.  I taste it in the Ginger’s hole.  I bring a wad of it up on my tongue to his waiting mouth.  We snowball his friend’s load as my cock finds its way back into the slick hole.  I let him swallow it as I stand back up and fuck.

We only stop when the Ginger asks for a breather.

*****

I play with Coat Checker Otter at his station.  It’s busy enough he can’t get away.

I feed more piss.  I watch the Ginger fuck someone else in my sling. 

I try for more piss down my throat with a regular, but he is dry.

As the evening nears the end, I find the Ginger.  “Would you like another load?

“Fuck yeah.  There’s a fresh one up there for you.”

He hops back into the sling.  I kneel and try for a taste.  He pushes and a large dollop of the mixed loads lands on my tongue.  I think about snowballing, but I’m suddenly greedy.  I swallow it.  He pushes again.  Another pearl of cum lands on my tongue.  This time I stand and share it in a passionate kiss.  I want to piss, but I’m empty.  With our mouths still attached, my cock finds the wet entrance to his ass.  I push and I’m in.  I let him squeeze me as we continue to kiss.

Now I need to fuck.  I straighten up, grab the sling frame above me and rail into him. 

The Ginger locks eyes with me.  “Shoot it, man.  I want to feel you cum.”

I look down.  He’s totally hard and stroking.  And then he’s pissing himself.  I am fucking the piss out of him.

I explode.  Spurt after spurt fires into his Ginger haired hole…