CLAW Saturday Night--In the Midst of the Orgy

Cleveland—April, 2018

(Sorry, I had to take a day to recoup before I tackled my last encounter at CLAW.)

The Professor and I went out to a meal after the pornster five-way.  He had not been eating much this weekend.  We came back to the towel littered room and, in moments, both of us were asleep.  I think I woke up first.  And rock hard—even after all that fucking. 

We’d talked about evening plans over dinner.  I was pretty sure I would just go back to the second installment of the Nasty Kink Pigs party.  The Professor wasn’t sure if he’d accompany me or not.  When he woke up, he begged off as he was still feeling totally sated.  He told me to go have fun.   I dressed in my leathers, covered them with my flight suit and took off through the now bitterly cold night, arriving about 20 minutes after the festivities commenced...

The set up of the three rooms is the same.  I go into the darkened space.  And maybe a dozen men are there.  Not one of them is doing anything more sexual than sitting next to someone on the couch.  I strip off the flight suit.  There is a bear in the sling.  One man is ass up on the big bed.  A knot of men are hanging around the bar/table.  One man is stroking to porn at the television, flogging a tired dick.  I stow my outer wear and pledge to myself to get things going.

I go into the bedroom.  I kneel behind the man on all fours.  I taste his unfucked hole.  I spit into it.  Loudly.  Loudly enough to make him jump.  Loud enough for a guy to get off the couch in the next room and come watch me.  I fuck my first hole of the evening…

*****

People keep arriving and, seeing people playing, they get right to it, too.  I play with a few men.  But it is feeling a little like a re-tread of the night before.  But I stumble on one man who changes everything.

I walk out of the big bedroom, my dick still wet from the hole I just fucked, as the bed is now crowded enough, the bottom couldn’t turn to clean me up.  A young Cub, maybe 35, is on his knees in front of the television giving head to a daddy.  He puts the cock in his mouth and glances up at me. Our eyes hold for a moment.

“Suck that big dick, boy.”  The Daddy pulls out of his mouth and pushes the Cub onto my cock.  “Show him what a good cocksucker you are.”

The Cub takes me to the root easily.  And repeatedly.  He can’t stop covering my dick with his deep throat saliva.  The other Daddy moves off.  The Cub slows and looks at me—awaiting instruction.

“Who told you to stop?”  My tone is deep—and only loud enough for the two of us to hear.  He goes back to my dick.  Feverishly.  I lay a hand on his shoulder.  He slows down.  “Enjoy it,” I tell him.  

He is giving excellent head.  At some point I tell him to do my balls.  He does.  He leaves them sopping—broad tongue strokes to cover both and then long minutes on each individual sack.

“Will you sit, Sir, so I can really clean them?” 

I sit on the Hide-A-Bed in front of the porn.  He crawls over between my splayed legs.  His tongue goes under my left testicle and lifts it into my mouth.  He knows not to do that total suck it into his mouth—that can feel like your balls are being ripped off you.  Gently.  Lovingly.  He gets every surface of the hairy orb wet, before moving to the other one.

“Lean back, Sir.  Please.”

I do.  Resting on my elbows.  His tongue covers my taint.  Swirling the hair he finds there.  Leaving them first wet—than drying them with his lips only to make the whole area wet yet again with another tongue bath.  He stops just above the pucker of my ass.  His eyes meet mine.

“You want it, don’t you?” I growl.

He nods.  And dives in.  Holy fuck.  I thought I’d had a great rimjob that afternoon, but the sheer hunger here is intense.  And the audience.  He is aware there are people observing everything we do. 

At some point he tosses his poppers to me.  I take a hit.  I begin to tell him just what he’s doing to me.  A little louder than before.  Maybe more so—I am lost in the haze of poppers and super hot tongue on my hole.

“Eat me out.  Come on, boy.  Really, eat me.  Fuck, that feels good...”  On and on.  I grind myself against his face, my hands holding him in place.  “Yeah, get your tongue in there…”  He does—as deep as he’s gone.  He is panting like he just shot a load.  Maybe he has, but I don’t care.  I let him up for a quick breath and then pull him between my ass cheeks again.  He tongue fucks me.   I pull him up by the ears and rock forward.  “Kiss me,” I hiss at him. 

He does.  We melt for a moment, lips locked. 

Then I push him back down and take another hit. 

I babble and taunt him to go deeper.  We end up kissing again, loving the metallic taste of my ass.  This time my hand snakes down and finds his butthole as we kiss.  My finger works his tight pucker.

“Please, Sir,” he whimpers.

“Get up on all fours.”

We change places.  He’s right on the edge of the bed.  He poppers up, knowing I am going to drive my dick into him.  I tongue him instead.  I rim him as roughly and deeply as he did me. 

I stand up and lean over him, my mouth by his ear.  “Say the words,” I whisper.

“Fuck me.”

“Say what you really want,” I hiss.

“I want your raw dick in me,” he pants.   “I want your cum.”

“Where?”

“In my—ASS,” he yelps for my cock has entered him the second before he has said the word.

It’s a brutal fuck, at least at first.  I slow it down and I lean over his back again.  I whisper in his ear.  “Is this what you want?”

“Yes…yes, Sir.” 

I go back to a hard driving fuck.   With an occasional smack on his upturned ass.

The lowness of the bed is getting to my back.  I stop and tell him to kneel on the chair.  It raises him up high enough that I can fuck standing straight up.  And it makes his mouth available.  I direct a hot man to stick his dick in him.  My Cub all but crows in delight as he’s spit roasted.

And I start shooting.  I’m cumming and I can’t quite believe it.

The man pulls out of his mouth and begs to fuck the boy’s ass.  I let him.  I watch his face as he slides through my semen.  He fucks the Cub hard enough to froth my load.  He pulls out.  I clean my own cum off of his cock—and spit it in my Cub’s mouth.  My dick has never gone down.  I clean up the Cub’s hole.  This time I drool the cum load into his mouth as my cock goes back into him.

And I shoot again.  I’m in shock.  This one makes me stop thrusting and just hold onto the boy. As my falls shoot anything that might be left in them out.

Only then do I see who is in the Cub’s mouth now—my Chicago New Year’s Eve friend who I loaded last night.  He comes around, kisses me, and proceeds to fuck in my second load.

“Great ass,” he enthuses.

I can only agree, and rather breathlessly, kiss them both good night.