CLAW Saturday Afternoon--Pornsters and the Professor

Cleveland—April, 2018

The Professor was at it again.  He’d been talking to his contacts and had managed to line up four men who occasionally work in porn to play with us on Saturday afternoon.  These men were not as well known to me (As I’m writing this so fast after our encounter, I haven’t gotten to ask them if they would mind being identified in these posts.  So until then—no pics or porn names until they tell me it is ok with them.)

Our room had one large king bed.  I had set up the sling and the rimseat against the side window.  We’d moved the sofa that usually sat there so it was against the chest of drawers and faced the foot of the bed—thus giving us one more potential spot to play.  I closed the drapes, turned on one light by the bed and put two of my red bandannas over the shade.  There was enough sun through the drapes and the rosy glow from the lamp on the perfectly white sheets looked inviting.

I got into my leathers as the Professor finished up in the shower.  The first knock came at the door.  I opened, introducing myself.  Mike came into the room tentatively.  He’s short, and I knew from the pictures was nicely tatted.  He’s the youngest man coming at around 32.  He has a killer smile and I can’t take my eyes off his the roundness of his ass filling the denim seat of his jeans.

The next to knock was Rick.  He’s slightly older than Mike and a few inches taller, too.  He’s buff and hairy, I learn once we strip.  A well trimmed beard suits his handsome face.  He also has amazingly artful tats and he seems much more at ease than the younger man.

The last to arrive was Bill who in his mid thirties.  And he’s tall.  Taller than me—and you know I don’t play with many men who are.  He’s the most muscular of the men so far.  There is a lot of meat on his bones.  He has sandy blond hair cropped short and a severely trimmed beard of the same color, with maybe some ginger in it.

The moment he arrives the three men and the Professor begin to strip.  The fourth man has called and for the third or fourth time the Professor has patiently given the man our hotel’s address and room number.  He never shows.

The moment the last shirt is tossed on sneakers we begin two hours of intense sex…

We all go for the dick closest to us.  I am sucked by Rick.  The young one goes to the floor to get Rick’s swelling tool.  Bill is with the Professor on the couch.  Soon Mike moves from the two of us to Bill and the Professor.  Bill encourages him to suck the two of them—back and forth.  Bill wants to call the shots.  And does.  When all are dicks are good and wet, he suggests Mike get up on all fours on the bed.

He does as he’s told—showing us what was hidden in his jeans—a perfect bubble butt.  The Professor is there first, rimming him deeply.  Then it’s Bill’s turn.  Bill tells me to rim him, too.  And I stick my dick in him as well--unprompted.  Rick takes a turn eating and fucking when I’m done.  I catch the Professor rimming Bill out of the corner of my eye.  Then I go back to helping Mike take Rick’s uncut cock.  (As a matter of fact all the young men are intact.)  I move around into spit roast position and stick my cock into Mike’s mouth.  I pull those cheeks apart and let spit drool down on Rick’s dick.  He fucks him with a delicious wet sound.

Bill is fucking the Professor, bent over and holding onto the couch.  Bill gets him more comfortable in the sling.  And there the Professor stays for the next hour or so.  Bill fucks the Professor, making the sling really jiggle and move.

I fuck the Professor.  I stand stock still and bring the whole sling to me, sliding his hot, wet hole the entire length of my dick.

Rick fucks the Professor.  He stands on his tiptoes, but doesn’t seem to mind, as he can’t get enough of the Professor’s slick ass.  I work the Professor’s nipples.  I think Bill is fucking Mike on the bed.

Bill goes back to fucking and Rick to nipple duty.  I give Mike his first rimseat experience.  He loves my tongue.  He can’t believe how deep I can get into him.  I love drilling his hot hole in the middle of that perfectly shaped ass—and do it until my jaw is tired.

We ring the sling.  Bill licking or twisting one nipple and Rick on the other.  I fuck the Professor. 

“How sturdy is this sling?” asks Mike.  I tell him up to 350 lbs.  He grabs the top bars and easily hoists himself up and sits his wet ass on the Professor’s face.  I love the look of surprise on the Prof’s face—but then the hunger takes over, just before Mike settles down, sealing his dripping butt to the popper infused Professor’s tongue and mouth.  It makes me fuck him harder and the other men’s hands are tweaking and pinching all over his body.

Mike clambers down eventually and leaves—he has to be somewhere else.

Rick takes over the fucking.

And Bill moves in on me.  He kisses me hungrily.  And his finger squirms at my tight pucker.  “You want to get fucked?”

I tell him I’d rather lick his ass.  He rides the rimseat until he begs me to fuck him.  I do, bent over the bed.

We both spell Rick in the Professor’s hole.  Bill fucks hard and fast.  Me, long strokes, slow and measured.  Rick goes back in and I work my cock up his ass for the first time as he fucks the Professor.  He turns to looks at me, smiling like I’ve just given him a million bucks—but he never misses a stroke.  He does the all the work, fucking the Professor on the thrust, himself on the retreat.

“I have piss, come into the bathroom,” Bill informs me.

“Do it right here.  I won’t spill a drop.”

He feeds me in one long massive flow.  He is totally turned on by how much I love it.  He gets under the rimseat and tells me he wants to pleasure me now.  We go into our own little world.  I use poppers and babble obscenities about how good it feels.  Rick looks at us.  I ask for a taste of the Professor’s ass juice on his dick.  He walks over and fucks my face with his long slender dick as Bill’s tongue worms its way into me.   He goes back to the Professor’s butt, drilling him with renewed vigor.

I am so energized by the rimming, I get Bill up and fuck him some more.  He rides my cock, too.

And then it’s all about the Professor and our loads.  We each take a turn fucking him.  The Professor is having one anal orgasm after another.  He can’t and doesn’t want to control his body.

Bill asks for my dick in his ass when he’s ready to unload in him.  I stick my wet dickhead into him.  He cums violently.  He grabs the top of the sling frame and holds on as I fuck the cum out of him.

“Stay in him.”  I’m directing now.  I pull out and kneel.  Bill pulls out and lets me clean a ton of cum off his cock and from under his foreskin.  I let him pull out of my mouth and I lick up the cum escaping from the Professor’s puffy hole. I don’t dig in.

“Go ahead,” I tell Rick.  He fucks him hard, sloshing loudly in the hole.  Bill’s load must be immense.  I prod my dick again against Rick butt.  He shoots and shudders.  When he finally pulls out, his neatly trimmed pubes are awash with frothy cum. 

I clean him.  Thoroughly.  Every inch of flesh.  Then I turn and eat out the Professor’s hole.  He is whimpering it’s so tender.  I swallow mouthful after mouthful of the mixed semen.

My dick demands to fuck in it.  I slide in.  I spurt almost instantly.  I hang on as my balls give up every drop they’ve made in the last 12 hours.

The Professor stays in the sling while the guys go shower.  He lays there, eyes not quite focusing.  His body is trembling still from the sheer number of assgasms he has had.

Finally he speaks:  “Best…one…ever…”

CLAW Friday Night--Nasty Kink Pigs Orgy

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CLAW Friday Afternoon--CumDump

Cleveland—April, 2018

I had a rather lazy morning.  I wrote the post after a big breakfast.  I waited in the room until the Professor arrived from the airport.  We had some lunch and toured the Vendor Mart. When we got back to the room, the Professor napped after his very early airport run.  And I got online to get some ass.  I talked to several with no concrete results.  I finally just went to the room of the man I met years ago at a Cum Union…where he was given the name Cowboy Boots in that write up—as that was all he wore as he took dick after dick.  The last time I  saw him was at IML.  I found him in the host hotel, with a dimly lit room and ass up on the bed.  He may be a cum dump, but he enjoys the fucking—and lets me take my time getting to the loading.  I stripped down and knelt behind his thick ass…

The first taste sends electric currents through my dick.  It hardens without my touching it.

“I had eight loads in me before I took a break,” he mutters.  He’s been to the Vendor Mart, too—and thought it better to rinse them out. 

He may be empty of other men’s semen—but his ass is self lubing like crazy.  My tongue is getting him wetter and wetter.  I slurp and swallow.  I stand up.  I push into him with my super hard cock. 

He grunts his appreciation.  The poppers open.  He huffs.  His hole responds to the vapor--and my dick pounding him into submission.  I slow down and, bending my knees slightly, attack his hole from a different angle.  He groans again and tells me how good I feel inside him.

I pull out.  I kneel and slurp up all the new ass jizz my cock has created.  His hole is puffy from all the weekend action.  I open it some more, stand up and give him my cock again.

The door opens.  A very young man comes in.  He unzips and tries to get himself hard.  He watches me plowing very intently.  I make sure that I slow the stroke down and show him just how much dick Cowboy Boots is taking.  Finally, I am pulling all the way out and fucking into him to the hilt on each stroke.  The young man never full erects—and leaves.

“A bottom,” says Cowboy Boots.  “I’d have shared your dick with him.”

I laugh, pull out and let him swing around to taste his ass juices covering the entire shaft of my cock.

 

We fuck some more.

When I break the next time, I ask if he’ll sit on my face.  I lie down on the rumpled bed and have him stand on the floor.  He lowers that magnificent ass to my face—grinding his butt against my hardened tongue and my beard.  He revels in pleasuring himself, fucking himself on my tongue, massaging his ass crack with my now silky beard and mustache.

I’m finally getting close.  I really want to empty my balls before the sex party tonight.  I get up and get him back on all fours—his favorite position. I pump into him.  My pace increases.  I’m so close to breeding, but can’t quite make it happen.

I pull out, roughly, making him gasp.

I kneel and give him one last tonguing.  That does it.  With my beard coated in ass juice, I stand up and fuck my load into him.  His ass squeezes every drop out of me….

CLAW Thursday--Hand and Cock.

Cleveland—April, 2018

I found my hotel easily—I’m at an overflow hotel, a block and a half away.  I think this is actually kind of preferable—than being in the middle of all the madness.  I set up the sling and the rimseat.  The only meet I had scheduled was with a sub I had great fun with last year. 

Now, the first piece I wrote about CLAW last year was all about never planning anything.  There is so much stimulus during a leather weekend, no one, let me say that again, NO ONE sticks to a plan.  I contacted the sub to tell him I was still on for the early evening meet.  He’d been busy getting loads, he told me, and was going to nap—he would try to be over at the appointed time. 

I went for an early dinner and to register.  Back at the hotel, I sent him a text 20 minutes before our time.  Nothing.  And again right at the meeting time.  Nothing.  So I made other plans…

I get online.  There are the usual line up of cumdumps on BBRT.  I want more play than that.  There is one pig advertising for group anal play.  It’s a little after the start time for his gathering.  I send an email asking if he has all the players he needs.

“There is always room for one more—Room XXXX.”

And that was it.  I trim an offending nail on my left hand and go to the host hotel.  I accost Jacob walking down the street.  We hug.  He’s impressed I already have a fisting date.  I don’t tell him, I’d rather be doing him.

I go up to almost the top floor.  The room is right there.  I knock.  The door is opened by a cub with an amazingly long beard.  He is gloved and in the middle of working the hole of the host, who is on all fours on the bed.  The cub is a young 40.  He welcomes me and sticks a black gloved hand into the bubble butt on the bed.  The host is just 50.  I can’t see his face, currently buried in the pillow—but his ass is what’s on offer.  I strip as the fisting continues.

“I’ve had both hands up him and my raw dick.  You want to fuck or fist him?”

“Both,” I tell him as I put my boots back on.

He hands me the bag of black latex gloves.  I watch the Cub’s arm disappear halfway to the elbow as I slip into my gloves.

“Fuck, your dick is beautiful.  Stick it in him.”  The Cub pulls out. 

I move in to fuck.  The bottom groans as I bottom out.  “Clamp down on it,” I tell him.

He does.  And takes a huge hit of poppers. 

I fuck.  But move to my hand fairly fast.  I grease up and slide in.  I am home instantly with a slight pop.  I rotate my hand.  I pull out and fuck again.  I pull out and put my right hand in him.  I work it in until I am up to the middle of my forearm.  Back to my dick.

“Let me see your dick and your hand in there together,” says the Cub.

The bottom groans and arches his back.  My hard cock travels down my wrist and into my slightly open fist in his butt.  My fingers wrap around it and stroke my shaft.  This drives the bottom crazy.

I pull out and let the Cub go back to fisting.

Back to me.  More hand and/or cock.  I stand to fuck.

“Stick your hand in him,” I tell the Cub, with my dick buried in the buttery ass.  He gets behind me.  I pull out and let his arm go between my legs and into the bottom.  I add my cock.  He grabs it, deep inside the wet, sticky hole.  I fuck with his fingers caressing my dick.

It’s too much for the bottom.  He asks for a breather.

We chat.  Now that I can see his face, he’s a good looking man with a trimmed beard.

We go back at it, now with the pig on his back and the Cub holding his legs to give me easy access. 

Hand.

Hand.

Cock.

Hand and cock.

The Cub leaves for his volunteer shift.

The bottom and I wait for him to leave.  He rolls back over.  He can’t keep his fingers from massaging his hole.  I briefly move in and lick it.  He opens and my tongue divides his puffy ass lips.  He rolls to his back, holding his legs in the air.  I kneel on the bed.  It is dick time now.  I pummel his ass.  A groan builds in the back of his throat.  He releases it now—as he has an assgasm.   I keep fucking.  Brutally.  My cock is super hard and slicing into his upturned ass to the root on every stroke.  The groan starts again.  He releases it, cramming the pillow in his mouth and his ass spasms around my dick.

I pull out and work my hand up him one last time.

He can’t take anymore.

I dress. 

I am sure I will be able to find a cum dump to take my load.

It’s late, but not one of the seven online answers me when I check in.

I go to bed, very happy with my first meet and with more seed for some lucky man tomorrow.

CLAW 18

The sling is in its bag.

The rimseat fills a large suitcase, packed with towels and toys.

The other suitcase has the leather, my flight suit, a worn jock and few pairs of socks.

Leather men never travel light.

I should be on the road to CLAW 18 by 1pm today.

This year the Professor is joining me for Friday and Saturday.

I will post daily.

The Return of Fluid Pig

My Playroom—March, 2018

The next day after the watery fuck, I had another man in my playroom.  It was the Fluid Pig.  A couple of years ago we played quite often.  There was a break of almost two years as we found it harder to connect—and maybe he wasn’t out my way as much for work. 

The Fluid Pig is at least 10 years younger than myself.  He is in good shape, tall, with meat on his bones.  He loves to be bred—and sometimes that’s all he wants.  Tonight he wanted to be worked over the way I used to play with him.  We both hydrated before the meet.  We wanted it wet, in a good way…

He strips down and stows his clothes away in the bureau reserved for visitor’s garments.  We spend a moment catching up and talking about Fukd in Toronto.  I tell him I’m going again this month. He tells me I may see him there.  He’s naked now but for a jock.  He gets on his knees and starts tonguing the pouch of my jock.  I’m wearing the yellow one—it certainly smells of me, my piss and some ass it’s been pressed against—but not overpoweringly so.  He laps at it getting it good and wet—bringing the scents to life.  He grunts and mouths it some more until it is sopping.

He works my thickening cock out.  I spring up, semi hard.  He takes me to the root.  I reach full hardness buried in his throat.  He pulls off when he runs out of air.

“Fuck, yeah.”

He sucks me, expertly, a little longer.  He licks my balls, too.  And under them, as I pull my cock up towards my chest.

“Get on the bench.”

He doesn’t hesitate.  He grabs the handles and holds on.  I am already kneeling and eating that full, furry butt.  I tongue his hole—he opens easily for it.  I am inside him with very little work.  I slobber into him—I want to use as little artificial lube as possible. 

I stand up.  I piss a short burst onto his ass crack.  It trails down his entire crevice and puddles on the towel on the waterproofed floor.  I do it again.  He mumbles, telling me it’s hot.  I do another short piss burst and get back on my knees to clean him up with my tongue.  This gets me so hot I have to stand up and push my dick into him.

He groans as I bottom out.  I give him a moment, and then begin a slow fuck.  Just a tiny rocking at first, barely moving in and out but it makes him keen into the black naugahyde of the bench.  I begin a full on fuck, now of his piss wet hole.

“You like my piss fucked into you?”

He nods and then looks up into the mirror on the wall in front of him to catch my eye.  “Fuck me harder, Sir.”  I do.  I give his guts a good churn.  I pull out abruptly and bring the ass juices on my cock to his waiting mouth.  He cleans me up hungrily.

I go back to his ass.  Fuck.  Clean.  Fuck.  Clean.  Fuck…

“I need to piss, you want it?” 

I do.  He gets up and I get on my knees.  He feeds me his cock—and suddenly a long piss load.  Far from giving my cock a moment of rest, it bones me up.  I feel rock hard as I stroke myself.  When he runs dry I tell him to get back on the bench but just for a moment.  He does…and I cover his hairy crack with my own piss load.

“Now sit on my face.”

I get under the rimseat and he lowers his dripping ass towards me.  My tongue connects.  Heaven.  I wring out the hair with my tongue and poke the juices into his hole—only to lick it out again.

“Ride my dick.”  He does.  As I lie right there.  He fucks himself on it…and he knows to bring his wet hole back to my face.  I stick my tongue into him as deeply as I can…

*****

We’ve moved onto the sling.  I piss his ass crack again.  I lick it up.  I have him grab the chains above his head.  I piss on his fragrant left armpit and lick it up.  Then the right.  I let him suck me for a moment and give him a blast of piss in his mouth. 

I go back to fucking.  This makes him piss himself.  He covers his chest—then he holds his dick straight up so the piss cascades down his ass crack and over my cock—and I fuck it into his slick chute.  I make myself keep fucking until he empties his bladder.  Only then do I stop and lick up all the piss with which he’s covered himself.  I bend to lick his chest.  My cock goes back into him as I do it.

We fuck—his eyes riveted on the mirror strapped to the sling frame above him.

*****

We take a break on the bed.  At least it’s supposed to be a break, but soon enough he is riding my cock as I lie there. 

We move to a doggy, with me kneeling on the bed.  Can I really be fucking into him deeper over here?  I slam into him, his head in the pillow.

He rides me once more.  He pounds his full body down on me.  And he shoots.  Big.  All over my chest.  He stops for a moment, catching his breath.  He wipes it up with his hand and smears his load on my cock.  He sits down again on my jizz covered dick.  He leans over and licks up the remaining drops of load off my chest.  His hole now is slick velvet.  I want to be in control.  And I want to cum.

We quickly move back to the padded fuckbench.  I lick up the semen escaping from his hole, but I don’t delve deep inside.  I stand up and plow into him.  Again and again.  My cum spurts out as violently as anytime in recent memory.  I keep fucking—churning our two loads into one runny mess.

I collapse on his back—and hold on to him.

A moment.

Then I sink to my knees and begin to eat the mixed loads…

(Newer readers should hit the Fluid Pig label at the bottom of this post for other entries and pictures.  If you have not read it before, you should certainly look at ‘Fluid Pig and the Cum Harvest,’ linked here.  It is one the hottest and nastiest things I have ever done in the playroom…)

Pretty Boy

My Playroom—March, 2018

The good weather continued—and the next day I actually made a connection on Adam.  He was young.  Of course, nowadays, who isn’t younger than me?  But this guy was younger than  the 35 year old I call young.  I think he was about 28.  He’d been fucked, but he wanted to try me on for size.

He was good looking.  And not just because he was half my age.  He went to the gym.  He had great bone structure.  He had a profile that used to send Hollywood into a dead faint.  He was so pretty I agreed to use a condom.  (Now I’ve made some of my readers faint...)

He passed step one:  He was on time.

And step two:  He looked like his pictures.

And step three, too:  He was eager to get naked and fuck.

We headed upstairs…

I tell him where to stow his clothes.  He gets on his knees, the moment he shuts the drawer. 

The first set back:  He is not very good with his mouth.  He’s eager, but no talent.  I tell him to cover his teeth.  He looks confused.  I tell him to stand up.  I demonstrate.  I stand back up and push his broad shoulders down back until he’s in a kneeling position.  He’s better, but still catching my flared cock head with his canines.  I tell him to oval big.  I grab his pretty blond head and fuck his face.  This makes him jerk his cock so fast, I stop—afraid he’ll shoot in the first ten minutes.

I forget about his lack of oral skill the moment I see his downy bubble butt on the fuck bench.  I kneel and spend a very long time eating him out.  He reaches down and begins to jerk himself awkwardly.  I bat his hand away at least twice.  The last time he stops himself—he is so close to cumming.

I stand.  I have rolled on a Magnum Bareskin condom as I lick.  I over-lube it and work it up his ass.  Well, he can handle big dick back here.  And I have to say, that for a condom, it’s pretty good.  It is certainly thinner than a regular Magnum.  He hits the poppers, and strokes his dick frantically.  Once again I push his had away.  I’m not having him shoot two minutes into the fuck.

I pull out.  Dirty water shoots out of his ass.  I grab a towel and get him to the shower with my bulb.  I clean up and go back upstairs to watch porn.  He comes back…and I get him in the sling.  His ass tastes of soap—but better that than the other.  He loves watching himself in the mirror above the sling.  I get him re-lubed with my spit.  I condom up and enter him again.  He knows how to squeeze—a very good thing with my wrapped cock.

I fuck and pull out, thinking to strip the rubber off and eat him some more. 

Nope.  He’s just as watery.  Again.

I tell him to take the time to drain.

He doesn’t.  I send him to the shower for a third time after another brief fuck.

I’ve had enough.  When he comes back and hops in the sling, I bend over and suck his cock.

He pops a huge load—filling my mouth.

He gets dressed in a hurry and all but runs out of there…

I’m pretty sure he blocked me, too.

I make up for it the next night--the Fluid Pig comes town...