IML 2018

Chicago—May 2018

I have just checked into my northside motel.  I am doing IML-Lite this year.  I am here for the biggest piss party of the year and a few meets at the host hotel before I have to head home to get my summer job started.    I will keep you posted!

This post should go up just as I'm feeding my first piss load to some willing man....

Fukdto: Daddy Knows Best--Part Two

Toronto—March, 2018

This picks up right where we left off.

I can still taste the hairy boy’s cum in my mouth.  I walk over to the cum dump in the tiny booth.  His hole, which I believe had been unused before I fucked him, is now looking red and slightly puffy.  I drool  some cum laced spit into his hole.  He grunts his appreciation—even with not knowing he’s getting some load from a safe sexer.  I stick my dick in him.  It’s my turn to sigh.  He’s not as slick as the loaded guy from New York, but his hole feels great.

“You’ve been busy.”

“Yes, Sir.”  He grunts as his head hits the wall.  Then:  “Seven or eight cocks, Sir.”

“And at least one load.”

“Two, Sir.  From the same guy.”

I fuck him hard.  His head smacks into the cheap plywood with each thrust.  “Fuck.  Fuck Fuck….” he chants under his breath.  I pull my cock out.  It brings a generous helping of cum.  I kneel and use my tongue to work it back into his swollen lipped hole.  One stroke of my cock drives it back in.

“I’ll be back for another fuck.”  I slap his ass and go investigate the slings on the other side.

I stand and watch the live porn show for a bit from above.  Both Jon Shield and Zack Acland are in full boy mode tonight, serving the two guest daddies.  Both the daddies are leathered up and are working the boys hard—and fairly constantly.

My attention is drawn to a hard sling fuck behind me.  An attractive daddy is getting fucked by a very large bear.  The chains are rattling with the fuck.

“Breed me,” the man getting fucked chokes out.  “Breed me for my man to fuck in.”

And indeed, a man who has to be his partner is watching the fucking while stroking his hefty dick.

The large bear likes the sound of this.  He must be close.  He begins panting and in moments is shooting into the ass he’s been pounding.  The partner steps forward.  When he makes no move to do it, I kneel and clean the Bear’s dick off.  The partner grins at me and enters the wet hole of the man in the sling.  He fucks his man.

I don’t move.  I am right at eye level for the fuck.  The top is very aware of me there—and makes sure to do long strokes so I can see the entire length of his dick slicing into his partner’s butt.

“That’s a big dick you’ve got,” he says to me, watching me stroke it to his fuck.  “You want to fuck my man?”

“Sure.”  I stand up.

The top slows down and leans over his partner.  “You want this big dick in you?”

“Fuck, yeah.  Let him fuck me.”

The top pulls out.  He shoves his massive cock in my direction.  “Clean me up if you want his ass.” 

I kneel and do what I’m told.  Once I swallow the cum on his dick, I stand up.  I use my cock head to collect the cum that is trying to escape the hole.  I use my dick to shove it back inside.  My cock glides the rest of the way in.

“Oh, yeah…” the pig in the sling sighs.  “So good.”

“Fuck him hard.”

It’s my turn to show off, under the watchful eye of the top.  I fuck slow but deep, grinding into the cummy ass canal.  I pick up the tempo.  I pound the man in the sling.  I make the guy pant and groan.  I slow down.  The top has moved behind me.  His big arms are around me and his thick fingers are working my nipples.  I can feel his cock on my butt.

I speed up again.  My hips are really working.  The top reaches down and tries to work his cock into my hole.  I turn slightly, evading the dick, but still keeping the fucking going.

“You don’t want it?”  he asks, chewing on my ear lobe.

“No, I…”

“Well I want yours.  Let’s change up.” 

I pull out.  My dick is a frothy mess of cum and ass juice.

“Don’t touch yourself—use it for lube.”  He slides back into his partner.  I move around and slide my cum covered cock into him.  He’s tight—but I get in easily.  I stand still.  He does the work—thrusting into his man and impaling himself on me at his own tempo.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” says the man in the sling.  “Fuck my man.”

I take charge.  I move forward—making him stay deep in the ass in front of him.  I pound his butt hard enough that they can both feel the fuck.  I fuck until I need a breather.  I stop.  I take my wet cock to the mouth of the man in the sling.  With the sexiset growl in the back of his throat, he cleans his Top’s ass juice off my cock…

*****

I find the Fluid Pig, the man who I usually see in my playroom—though I know this is home.  We have a friendly fuck in one of the slings.

******

I stop back at the cum dump.  His hole is now literally dripping.  I clean him up with my tongue and drill what’s still inside him deeper.  His head still hits the wall with every stroke.

*****

The Black Jamaican is here.  I fuck him in the sling downstairs at the bar.  I am very aware of Eisen Loch, one of the porn daddies, watching me fuck.

*****

I offer to sooth Zack Acland’s ravaged ass with my tongue—but he’s pulled into the next show before I can do it.

*****

The crowd is thinning.  It must be getting close to 3:00am.  I find the hairy Asian—my first ass of the night.  We get him in the sling.  I know I’m going to breed him.  I am so ready at this point. 

The lights come up the moment I enter him.  We feel really exposed.  And just how tired I really am sweeps over me.  I kiss him—and tell him the load isn’t going to happen.

*****

On the way back to the condo, I trail a car for the longest time. Its driver has a hard time staying in the lane.  I keep back and away from him.  But then he slows down and I see his Ontario plate:  BRED 172.

Really. 

 

Fukdto: Daddy Knows Best--Part One

Toronto—March, 2018

I knew I could not get back to Toronto and a Fukd party until after my busy January and my business travel in February.  March was perfect—and Fukd had a longer Saturday evening party that month.  How could I not go to party called Daddy Knows Best?

I was invited to stay at Gavin’s condo once again.  I had an easy, if long, drive in and soon found my way to his door.  It was good to see him.  We’d talked about a “walk in and find him waiting on all fours” scene, but I’m glad we didn’t—with almost 7 hours in the car to get there, I needed a moment.

He did talk me into stuffing my over sized equipment into a chastity pod.  He had had one other top he had done this with, who would become achingly randy by Gavin denying him freedom to fuck him until Gavin decided it was time.  I tried it.  I’m a good sport—and maybe it would be great. Well, it hurt going in.  We sat and talked.  Sometimes about sex.  My dick hated it—and not from swelling and working against the cage—I might have found that hot.  No, he just shriveled down and sulked.

We did fuck.  Eventually.  Gavin bent over his bed.  Me plowing him from behind.  I think I got him off…but I’m not sure now.

We fucked again in his Fort Troff sling the next morning.  We had good warm up sex for the main event that night.  But, by the time I was getting ready, Gavin decided to stay home.  So off I went with my bag of leathers and a thickening cock…

I have changed into my chaps and harness.  I’m wearing the cod piece tonight with the yellow stripe, instead of a jock.  I drink a long swig of water and survey the room.  Two slings are on the top tier behind me.  Two others are near the bar on the top level, in front of the warren of little rooms.  There is one sling downstairs near the main bar, and a padded fucktable.  The fuck wall is not up.  The stage will be for the porn guys.  They also have a raised area on what is usually the dance floor.

I go down the stairs to go up again on the other side.  I piss (in the urinal, like a normal guy) and go towards the slings in front of the upper bar.  The first man I see is a distinguished looking man about my age.  His fully silver hair and beard make him stand out.  He greets me by my screenname—and I do look just like my picture on bbrt.  “This is Ron,” he says and he indicates a naked young man barely thirty.  “This is his first Fukd.  We should make him feel welcome.” 

He’s put in the sling.  I feed the young man my cock as the other Daddy eats the boy’s ass out.  Not for long, he sticks a thick cock into the boy’s winking hole.  The boy pulls off my dick.  “Fuck me raw!” he gasps out.   “I love it.”  And he goes back to getting my dick wet for his ass.  His mentor pulls out and offers the ass to me.  I suck the cock fresh from the hole.  Delicious.  Both men murmur their approval as I do it.

It’s going to be a good night.

I switch to licking the fucked hole.  My cock drools.

“Stick that monster in him.”

I stand up.  I enter my first ass of the night.  Tight and wet.  The other top leans across the boy and kisses me.  He sucks my tongue, wanting all the juices I collected from the young man’s hole.   I never miss a stroke as we swap spit above the boy.

I offer the hole back to the Mentor.  He fucks him hard.   I kneel.  He instantly knows what I want.  He fucks a couple of more strokes into the boy and then into my mouth.  Back and forth.

My hairy Asian friend from my first Fukd finds us.  He is instantly on all fours, giving me head down on the floor.  Then he turns around.  His hairy ass sinks down on my cock at the same moment I’m fed the Mentor’s cock out of the sling boy’s hole.  I twist my balls—and the moment of sexual over load recedes.

I take another turn on the boy.  The Mentor bends my friend across the boy’s torso and eats out the hole I just fucked.  The Mentor now incorporates a new friend of his.  I graciously allow this new and PA-ed cock up the kid—and happily go back to pounding hairy Asian ass…

*****

I see a hot butt, ass up, in one of the rooms.  He makes a point of not turning around to see who is eating his hole.  I think I may be his first fuck of the night—at least I can’t taste a trace of cock in his hole.  I stand up and plow him hard.  His head keeps hitting the back wall.  And he loves it.  “Use me,” he grunts out.  “Load my hole.”

“Not yet,” I tell him, slapping his ass and driving him fully into the wall of the booth.  “I want to fuck you when there’s a load in there.”

*****

I find another man I’d spoken to online.  He had driven in from upstate New York.  We’d conversed some as I changed into my leathers.  He was afraid the crowd might be too old for him.  I found him now being spit roasted by two men his age.  I am incorporated into their play.  I fuck all three young men.  Each gasps as I sink into their hole.  The man I’d spoken with is the cutest—and I find a load in his ass.  I fuck his slick chute extra hard.  He cleans me off, licking in lips.  I wonder if he knows who's load it is...

And we have been fucking for just the first hour.

*****

“May I suck Daddy’s cock?”  He’s dark and handsome.  Mid 30’s and very hairy.  Thick carpets of fur everywhere.  I nod.  He falls to his knees and takes my dick in his hand.  “You just fucked someone with this.  I watched you.” 

He takes me hungrily into his mouth.  He groans as if I’ve fed him a delicacy.  He slobbers all over me and licks it off. 

“Kiss me.”  I lean down to him.

He does.  He’s as good a kisser as a cocksucker.  He sucks my dick.  He licks my balls.  I make him stand up and clean my sweaty pits.  Each area he cleans, he instinctively knows to share the taste of it with me.  I finally stand up. 

“Please let me eat your ass,” he pleads.

I use the rail of the landing to lean against and offer it to him.  He’s great at this, too.  I don’t want to stop—and he shows no signs of tiring of it.  Eventually, I have him sit on the floor, his back against the railing.  I grind my butt into his face.  Again and again.

We kiss.  Deeply.

“You’ve got to let me eat yours now.”

We take over a sling for his ass eating.  I slobber and kiss and suck his tight hole.

I stand up, lean across his hard cock and give him the flavors of his hole.  It’s a kiss we can’t pull out of.  “Do you want to get fucked,” I finally murmur in his ear.

He looks at me.  “I’d love that—but I didn’t know this was a bareback party when I came.  I don’t take raw cock.”

I tell him I’ll find a condom somewhere—I know they are around.

“Don’t.  I don’t want to taste latex on your dick when I suck it.  I’d rather not get fucked and do what we’re doing.”

I tell him to grab the sling chains.  I clean his sweaty, wet pits.  Another long kiss.

We give the sling up to a fisting couple.  We move into the corner near the DJ booth.  He’s sucking me again.  I must be pre-cumming like crazy from the noises he’s making.  Soon, he kisses me and proves that I’m right.  My Asian bud appears.  We incorporate him into our play.

“Fuck him and let me clean your dick.”

I stick my dick back into the hairy hole.  He’s been busy.  His ass is very, very wet.  It’s covered in juice when I pull it out.  The oral boy goes to town on me.  When he comes up for air, I kneel next to him.  We take turns rimming the hole I just fucked—and kissing.

I fuck again.  And he cleans me.

I kneel next to him and kiss him.  “I could cum like this,” he whispers.

“Give it to me.”

He stands and just makes it into my mouth before he fires off a massive, sweet load…

I never see him again.

To be continued.

In Full Gimp

It’s the time of year when I feel like I need to apologize for the length of time between posts—so while I do apologize, just know I will write when I can.  I’m not getting much time to play now, so it’s a good thing I have some hot sessions backed up to get us through the summer.  Even my upcoming IML time is shorter this year.  I’ll be there, but not for the full weekend.  So enough blather about that, let’s have some piss sex.

West Michigan—March, 2018

I am headed out the door for my monthly meet with Derrick and Jacob, the bear-ish, leather couple.   I pause as I sit in the driver seat.  I send my ETA to them, shut the door and pull out of the driveway.  I slip a disc of early Mozart symphonies into the CD player.  My phone gives a beep of acknowledgement from Derrick as I head out of town.  An hour later I pull into their driveway.  There are no deer standing around today.  I grab my bag with my leathers and ring the bell of their beautiful home.

Jacob answers the door, looking much like this picture of him.  

He is even more confined.  He is in the rubber suit, with the chastity cage bouncing as he moves.  He also has a hood (of rubber?  Neoprene?).  His beard hangs out of the mouth/chin opening.   He kisses me and assures me he can actually see through the hood, at least enough to navigate us  into the kitchen. 

I go into the den sit down on the couch next to Derrick.  We kiss as Jacob brings us drinks—beer for Derrick and water for me.  Soon Jacob is on his knees in front of me, with my jeans open.  The hood does not get in the way of his opening his mouth wide—wide enough to go down on about two thirds of my hardening cock.  He chokes.  Derrick’s hand goes to the back of his shiny black head.  He doesn’t push him down on me so much as he just holds him in place, so Jacob can’t pull off my now fully erect cock.

He chokes again and Derrick lets him come up for air.  I nudge him over to suck Derrick.  He hungrily takes him down his throat.  I use the moment to strip down.  I never make it into my leathers.  Derrick leans forward and sucks my cock, holding Jacob in place on his own dick.  I take the hint and stand on the couch.  Now I can really fuck Derrick’s face while he continues to get head.

When my cock is good and wet, I carefully step down and feel up Jacob’s rubber clad butt.   There is an industrial zipper down his ass crack.  I work it down and fully open.  His rounded butt emerges from the blackness of the rubber.  It’s hot.  I love how the suit clings to his cheeks.  I have to work to separate them, the suit is so tight.  I bend and my tongue touches his pucker.  Jacob moans around the cock in his mouth.  It’s a terribly awkward position to rim him—so I just lube up my dick, spit on his hole, spit on my dick and enter him.

“Awgh!” he chokes out around Derrick’s cock.

But I’m in and fucking him.  It is odd and hot in equal measures to touch his ass or his thighs and feel rubber and not his hot flesh.  I pull out soon enough.

“Let’s get him up on the bench,” suggests Derrick.  We set it up—so it is running perpendicular to the couch.  I can now pull his cheeks apart and feast on his well fucked hole.  I do just that, as Derrick goes back to feeding his cock to his boy. 

“He’s been working on sucking big dildos to get rid of his gag reflex.”  Derrick thrusts extra deep.  Jacob gags.  “He’s getting there.”

I stand up.  I insert again.  It’s much easier to move now.  I begin a slow fuck—long dicking him.  Jacob stops sucking.  His head space is overwhelmed.  His response makes me speed up.  I deliver a blistering fuck into his now wet ass.  Hips slapping the black rubber stretched over his ass cheeks.  I pull out and offer my ass juice soaked cock to Derrick.  He cleans me hungrily.  We kiss briefly as he comes around to take a turn fucking.  I kneel in front of him.  His head goes on my shoulder as he takes Derrick’s fuck. I just hold on to him.  I mutter how good a boy he is in his ear.

Derrick fucks him until Jacob has to get off the bench and stretch.  I suck Derrick’s cock.  Then the gimp joins me on the floor.  He takes Derrick’s balls.  I love working in tandem with another hungry mouth.  He takes one ball, then the other.  I go deep on every stroke.  Occasionally we kiss.  We change over—I lick Derrick’s balls as Jacob sucks the shaft. 

Again, kiss and switch.  I take Derrick to the root.  My tongue connects with Jacob’s beard as he nuzzles the balls above him.

We break.  Drink.  Jacob is overheating.  The suit has done its work—he is totally wet.  Derrick heads downstairs and Jacob goes up to their room as I add my boots.  I tramp downstairs.  Derrick and I spend some make out time on the couch. 

Jacob appears.  He’s shed the suit and hood.  While he watches us, he’s instructed to remove the chastity cage.  This makes his cock erect.  Instantly.  I go from kissing Derrick to sucking the newly hard dick in the room.  The cage makes him so fucking horny.  He grabs my head and totally takes control about how I suck him.  He pumps into my mouth—holding on to my ears.

We get Jacob into the sling.  We take turns fucking him.  I grease up and my right hand goes easily into his worked over hole.  I do the left, the right and back to the left.  He’s broken his habit of shooting on the third snap of his sphincter around my wrist.

We break.  More drinking.

Derrick gets in the sling.  I fuck him first.

Jacob makes his very sweaty pit available for Derrick to clean.  I fuck Derrick as hard as I fucked hi partner earlier.  I think about greasing up my hands, but invite the now achingly erect Jacob to fuck him.  He does.  Enthusiastically. 

“I need to piss,” Jacob announces.  “You want it?”

“Piss his ass,” I tell him. 

“Oh, yeah….”  I see the concentration on his face.  It takes a moment for him to get going—and then I can tell by the look on his face that he is giving him his entire bladder.  “That is so hot!”  He gives him one last spurt and pulls out.  He’s gone soft in order to piss. 

I clean his dick for just a moment, then lick Derrick’s puffy hole.  I enter Derrick roughly.  I fuck in his pissed out hole.  It feels great.  We can all hear the slosh as I fuck him.

And suddenly I’m pissing.  I soften very little.  I go on and on.  I didn’t even know I had so much in me.  Derrick moans and Jacob strokes himself and Derrick’s cock.  I go right back to fucking.  

Derrick is awash now with the two piss loads.  I fuck, my cock feeling extra warm in the piss.

I pull out.  Some piss dibbles to the floor.  I kneel and clean Derrick’s hole.  Without any warning he pushes.  A cascade of our combined piss pours down my throat.  I jerk like a mad man.  I refuse to waste a drop.  I swallow and swallow.  It tapers down.

And then he gives me another deluge of piss down my waiting throat…

*****

For the record I am pretty sure I fisted the cum out of him, working my hand up his pissed out hole. 

And another couple of hands up Jacob made him spew, too.

An Orgy Triptych: Part Three--Cumming in Randy

Grand Rapids—March, 2018

I wanted to let Jake have his say before I wrote about how we ended the night, as Jake would have no way to know what went on after he left.  So here it is…

We watch everyone leave but the three of us spending the night with the host:  The Rimmer, Randy and myself.

We talk until Randy can’t contain himself.  “You all need to fuck me!” he insists.

The four of us head upstairs.  Randy jumps in the sling.  He pulls out his camera.  “Now fuck me,” he tells the three of us ringing the sling.

I go first.  His hole has had a lot of use tonight.  It is gloriously wet and pliable.  I fuck him hard as he takes pictures of himself in the mirror getting railed.  I love the squishy sounds each thrust makes.

I give way to the Rimmer.  He bends down and licks my cock clean of the men’s loads deposited in Randy earlier.  He rims the frothy mess I’ve left on Randy, too.   Eventually he fucks.  Long and slow—or he’ll blow his load. 

He pulls out.  I return the favor and clean his cock—and the puffy hole.  This has Randy groaning now, every nerve on fire.  I stand up and step to the side.  Our Host steps in.  He has to stand on his tip toes, but he’s in Randy and pumping hard.  I think he’s going to spill his seed, but he stops just in time.

This time the Rimmer and I kneel together.  He cleans the Host’s dick, I clean Randy’s dripping ass.  And then the Rimmer and I begin to snowball all the juices we’ve collected.  It becomes an incredibly intimate moment.  Back and forth.  Neither of us wants to break it by swallowing.  I only stop the endless swap of fluids from mouth to mouth as I think I might shoot.

I stand up and enter Randy.  I thrust.  Once.   Twice.  And again.  I shoot.  Four hours of fucking and felching have built up a huge load in my balls I empty them into Randy’s spasming hole. 

The Rimmer has never left his knees.  He moves toward my dick as I finally pull out.  I push his face into Randy’s dripping hole.  When he’s done licking up most of my offering, my cock has desensitized enough to let him clean it.

Sucking my cummy dick must trigger the Rimmer’s orgasm.  He makes it into Randy and shudders out his own cumming.  This time our host is moved to clean up the excess cum.  He starts with the hole and finishes with the Rimmer’s dick.  He mounts Randy.  He fucks him hard.  Chains rattle. 

Randy groans.  The mound in his jock pouch is totally wet—his own cum seeping through.

The host shoots.  He doesn’t stay in place to marinate as it’s awkward on his toes.  The Rimmer cleans him off and I sink to my knees and eat out Randy’s overloaded hole.  Load after load slides down my throat…

*****

Some of you may remember that Randy has a twitter account.  He posted the following picture wiwth the caption:  "Collecting a few more loads in the sling."

He had no idea he was followed by JimSupport—the maker of my sling.  You can see their caption above.

And here’s one more picture of the boy with the insatiable hole.  That is not the beautiful jock he made....

Follow him on Twitter as SkinnyPigHole.  I have linked the account here.

An Orgy Triptych: Part Two--Jake's First Gathering

Guest Writer:  Jake’s First Gathering

It was a pleasant surprise to learn that there is a group of men who gather monthly for great sex, right here in my home town, and not hundreds of miles away. For once the stars aligned just right and I was free to attend one of their “gatherings,” a term the host prefers because it doesn’t carry the verbal baggage of the word “party” (booze, drugs, loud music, neighbors calling the cops, etc.).

I wasn’t quite sure if I’d fit into the gathering, so I checked in with FelchingPisser to see if he was planning to attend. He certainly was; he was packing up his sling to bring along. He was very reassuring.  “With your stamina, you will be most welcome.” He did warn me, however, not to expect any fisting, at any rate, not until late in the proceedings, if at all.

So now it was on! First order of business was a thorough cleanout. These men are serious bare-back fuckers, and bottom guys need to be ready. But I felt like a teenager again, going to his first dance.  I spared no effort to be presentable. It meant working out to flatten my stomach and pump up some muscle. I’d spent the day cleaning and restoring chrome fittings for some vintage furniture, so my nails were in bad shape. A lot of effort went into getting them ready for sex. I exfoliated, shaved, and moisturized my face, soaked for a bit in a hot bath and washed my hair.

What to wear? That’s one item easy to process; all clothes come off when you get to the gathering. A clean hoodie and a (well-fitted) pair of jeans was all I needed. But first I threw on my harness, slipped on a cock ring, and climbed into a red jock. Filling my pack with poppers, lube, and a clean towel, I had a drive of less than 10 minutes to get to an address on the west side of town.

Inside the small “Cape Cod” bungalow I was greeted by three naked men, The Rimmer, Randy, and  a bearish man.  Randy caught my eye right away, or rather his jock strap did; it showed off his hefty dick to great advantage. I soon learned that Randy had run it up on his sewing machine that very day: a bold striped band, a wine-red pouch edged with black and gold trim, and broad white bands under the ass cheeks. Randy is built along the same lines as FP; in many ways he is FP’s younger self. (Great legs, too.)

I stripped down to comply with the dress code for the evening. Then I climbed the steps to the room set up as our fucking parlor for the night. FP was hard at work going through his well-practiced routine for setting up his portable sling. A large bed had been moved to the center of the largest space and draped with lube-proof sheeting. A rimming seat (FP’s?) was tucked into one corner. Our Host had set out towels, bottled water, and little pots of lube; everything was ready. 

A few more men arrived to join our company (ten men in all, I think). There was an awkward pause for just a moment or two, but then touching, kissing, stroking, sucking, and bareback fucking suddenly filled the room. FP as ever led the way. Soon I was licking the remains of his first serious fuck off his dick.

At a certain point I said to FP, “It’s a shame the sling is going to waste.” He smiled and pointed in that direction with his head. Soon I was enslinged and enjoying a great fuck, and all was bliss. Our kilted host came over to watch and soon he was fucking me, too. Then words flew between our Host and FP. “Yes, he does,” was all I heard. The Host lubed up his hand and began to fist me! Pleased with my hole, he soon had his penis in with his hand, stroking away to our mutual satisfaction.

That was great, of course, but time was passing. Our Host had other duties to perform. I cleaned off a bit and went back to the fucking bed. The Rimmer was doing yeoman service under the rimming seat. I sucked his dick and played with his ass until he was ready to come up for air. He came up behind me and I bent over to present my ass. We fucked that way until he put me on my back on the fucking bed and continued to pound my hole. He paused and (I blush to say) I shoved out my rosebud. Seconds later I was on the rimming seat and The Rimmer was devouring my asshole. We stayed in place for a long time, pausing only for blasts of poppers; but finally we both needed to get up and move around.

At this point I slipped into observer mode. It was enjoyable just to be in this room with all these men.

The bed was occupied by two big puppy-pile three- or foursomes while a couple did their own thing on one corner. It struck me how generous these men were with each another; they gave so much to their partners and received so much in return. No one had to ask permission. A touch or a look, and two men were leaning in to make each other very happy.

At some point I found myself back in the sling. I needed a bit of rest. But before I knew it, FP was there to fuck me with abandon, and he soon had me fucking back. Sling rocked, chains rattled, and lube flew as we rammed into each other without let or hindrance. Finally I bellowed, and FP stepped back exhausted. I was just beginning to scrape my shattered remains off the ceiling overhead when someone (it seemed) wanted to watch FP fist me. And why not? 

He began to work my hole, and I realized that all the wild fucking had set my ass on fire. It took a lot to get myself under control and let FP have his way with my lucky ass. Every thrust or turn of his hand sent flames shooting through me, almost (but definitely not quite) unbearably so.  My master fisting top did what he does best, and did it for a very satisfying (if mind-impairing) length of time.

But I was wearing out, feeling (as The Rimmer said) “a bit peckish.” Our host spread a fine board of meats, cheeses, sauces, dips, veggies and fruits, and most exotic of all, pickled quail eggs. Refreshed and rested, I heard the sling chains clanking in a familiar way and went back upstairs to find FP fucking lovely Randy.  Randy’s massive cock had drenched his beautiful jock with precum.

I stood by to assist; when FP stepped back to rest a bit, I stood in and played with Randy’s asshole. “You can fist him, he can take it,” said FP. I slipped my lubed hand in. In no time at all I rammed it home to the sweet spot of a very accommodating young ass. I was awe-struck; usually it takes a bit of effort and lots of patience to work my hand into someone’s ass. Randy more or less took it in all by himself.

There is lots more to tell, but I think I will leave it right where I would have been happy to stay all night, with my fist buried in Randy’s sweet ass. Time had come to get dressed and go home. We all sat and chatted a bit, and then I took my leave, with every man standing up to thank me for coming and kiss me goodbye. 

(FP adds:  "This is why I didn't read it until after I wrote my own piece.  I wanted to see how close we were in what we remembered.  And I totally forgot the hot, hot fisting I gave Jake.")