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…”