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.