Derrick and Jacob: Taking Turns, Taking Fists and Taking Loads

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Randy Opens Up

Grand Rapids—April, 2018

My next play date was all about fisting, too.  That’s unusual in that I like to vary what I do.  But the men could not have been more different—both in physical type and where they were on the road of working their ass open.  Chris is a wonderfully hairy bear and just getting to the point of taking a slightly larger hand.  Randy is a lithe otter, who has one of the most experienced holes I know.  

Randy was house-sitting for the host of the group gatherings.  He was horny…and wanted a private rematch with me after our group meets—the ones I recounted in Full Moon Orgy and the Orgy Triptych.

I drove north…

I arrive in excellent time.  Randy greets me at the door.  We hug—and I go back to my car for the sling—and then the rimseat.  We set it up upstairs and strip.  I’m just in a jock and boots tonight.  Randy is in the bathroom, making sure he is ready for heavy play.

We go up.  We start on the host’s bed.  Randy gives me some great head.  The act of sucking my cock makes his own big dick fill every inch available in another of his homemade jocks.  He doesn’t let me take a turn on his dick—he just slicks me up and sits on my juicing dick.  He grunts his appreciation as he rides me.  I am sprawled over the bed, letting him do all the work.  Eventually, he pulls off me and cleans my dick, sucking up every drop of his ass juices. 

“Sit on my face.”  I want a taste of them, too.

He moves around and lowers his hole onto my waiting mouth.  I love how the fullness of his ass cuts off my air.  I lick his juicy hole until I literally need oxygen.

We move to the sling.  He’s eager to be really fucked—and get to some asscunt stretching.  I eat his hole a little more in the new position.  Randy groans and tells me to fuck him.  I stand up and stick my dick back into him.  He clamps down on me. Hard.  I love how muscular he keeps his hole.  I fuck him fast and hard.  The sound of our damp bodies slapping together fills the tiny room.

I grease up my hands.  My left enters him effortlessly—once he decides to let me in.  And I go deep.  Then the right finds its way in.  I alternate hands.  I go a little deeper each time.  And give a little more of a twist on the pull out.  The pouch of his jock is awash with his precum.  He can’t stop.  Occasionally I bend over and taste him—then drive my fist as deeply into him as I can.

I do my speculum.  I crank it open and begin fingering his prostate. This makes his cock drip that much more.  I bend and lick up it up.  This time I spit it into his wide open hole.  I finger his precum deeply into his willing hole.

I don’t bother with my toys.  He has brought his Mr. Hankey special toys.  I pick up something that is thicker than my arm.  It goes into him easily after a hit of poppers.  He can take it, milk and push it back at me.  I keep driving it in—he keeps shoving it out, back into my hands.  It’s incredibly hot.

I break with the toys and fuck again. 

“You going to give me your cum?”

I tell him of course, but not yet.

We take a break to rest his legs—and go to the rim seat.  I wipe a little excess lube off him with a towel—and I get under the seat.  I actually miss the seal on my mouth we had before, but I love how open his hole is now.  My tongue can snake into him as deeply as it has ever gone.  And he’s lubing now—a wonderfully viscous fluid that keeps dripping onto my tongue.

We’ve been there a long time.  My jaw aches.  It’s back to the sling. 

I fuck.

We play with a toy that stretches for width not depth.

Then a different giant dong that goes as deep as I’ve ever seen any man take anything.

His hole is getting tired.  We both know it’s time for me to shoot.

I wipe off some extra lube on the outside of his hole—and taste it.  Instantly my dick stands back up, fully hard.  He has pushed out, giving me the beginnings of a rosebud to lick.  My cock loves how it sticks into my mouth.  He moans as my tongue works over the folds of skin.  My cock is now drooling.  It’s time.  I want to see my cum in the petals of the rosebud.

I stand up. 

 I fuck Randy hard.

He grinds back. 

He’s a cum collector and knows how to work his ass for maximum pleasure.  He is milking me.  He wants to feel me erupt.  He takes a hit and begins to repeat:  “Shoot it.  Shoot it, man.  Give me your cum.”

I can’t hold back.  I am so ready to seed this young man.

And suddenly it’s there.  I fire off spurt after spurt.  I can’t stop.  His ass clamps down on me.  He wants every drop and tells me so.  I collapse on his chest, cock still in his hot, wet mancunt.

I stay immobile until my dick begins to go down.  I slide down to my knees.  “Push,” I whisper.  “Let me see it.”

He does.  The rosebud emerges, now dripping with white cum.  I lick him clean as he shivers.  I don’t swallow all of it.  I save some to share…

Since a picture is worth 978 words, in this case, I have posted a few from his twitter account. 

And with writing that we now have 1000 words.

Slowly Opening Chris

Northwest Indiana—April, 2108

Fisting is a process.  I worry about people who claim they can always open anyone up on the first attempt.  Chris (the hairy bear I’d met while working in Indiana) and I found time for another meet one afternoon.  He had taken a small hand once, but we had not been successful with my medium sized ones so far.

He met me in his garage and grabbed my bag of leathers.  We talked for awhile in his kitchen, but soon went down to the lower level.  Fisting porn was playing on his wide screen television.  We chatted a little longer as we sat on his sofa, but soon I felt his hand on my bulging Levi’s…

Chris kneads my mound of cock through the denim.  I am growing steadily, even though trapped inside my 501’s.  He’s naked but for a jock.  I undo my belt.  He unbuttons my fly.  There’s underwear in the way, but soon I’m released.  My cock springs up and he bends to take it in his mouth.  I move around, to face him a little more, to help the angle.  He slobbers on my thick dick, making me really wet.

I stand up and fuck his face a little.  I hate my jeans around my knees.  I call a halt for a moment and strip.  It’s cool enough downstairs on this April evening for me to dress in my chaps.  I have a well rinsed jock on under that.  I add the harness.  Chris is back on me the moment I walk over to the couch.  Standing, I’m at the perfect angle for his him to deep throat me.  He does.  I grind into him. 

It makes me want to lick his ass.  I ask him to to lean over the back of the couch.  It’s a good height for him to be comfortable and a perfect one for me to kneel behind him.  I bury myself in his hairy ass.  I open him with my constantly moving tongue.  He groans, encouraging me to go deeper.  I drill it into him, leaving the surrounding hair sopping wet.  I am so ready to fuck—but I don’t want to do it here.

We go into his playroom and he hops in the sling.  I sit on the big ottoman and continue eating out his hole.  I hear poppers open.  I let him re-cap them before I stand up and slide my still wet, still drooling dick into him.  I push in.  All the way.  I grind my pubes against his ass.  I hold for a moment.  He nods at me—and I begin a slow fuck.

He is self lubing like crazy around my cock.  He feels great. I keep a steady, slow tempo for a very long time.  Eventually I let myself go and build up to a speed that causes my balls to slap his ass.  I finally stop—slightly winded.

I grab the egg-headed dildo.  I do a quick smear of lube on it.  It goes into Chris as easily as my dick did.  I let him adjust to that big knobbed end.  I push the base down and my cock slides along the ribs.

Chris groans and grabs the poppers.  He inhales and tells me how full he feels.  The vapors relax him, as I begin moving in and out of his full ass.  The bottom of my dick is being massaged by the ribbed column; the top and sides by hot flesh.  I can never get enough of this feeling.  I love how it tightens everyone up.  I fuck him hard.  Then I use just the toy on him, before adding my dick back in for another round.

I move on to a toy of his—well, one left by another trick.  It’s a really thick dildo.  I grease it thoroughly and work it much more slowly into him.  It’s a stretch, but he takes it—easily.  “Fuck,” he groans as I get about 2/3 of it up him.  There is no way I’m adding my dick with this one.  But I do work two—then three— extra fingers into him with the  latex toy still in place.

I pull it out slowly. 

The speculum is greased and inserted.  A slow crank open.  He poppers up again.  I crank it wide enough to add my dick.  He takes one more hit—and I enter him.  Now my cock has cool metal on the sides and hot flesh above and below.  I do a long, slow stroke to relish the unique feeling.  The speculum makes a sucking sound as my cock comes out of it on the back stroke.  We both get lost in the feelings my dick is creating.

I crank it a slight turn more open.  I fuck with the toy in this position, too—giving him the maximum stretch possible.  I pull out and crank it shut.  I begin to grease up my hands.  This instantly makes Chris take a hit of poppers. 

I work three fingers of my left hand up him.  A slow twist and out. 

The same with the right.   Again and again.

Now it’s four fingers to the knuckle.  I twist them, hold and pull out.   I repeat with the other hand.  Back to the left.  Back to the right.  On and on.

I re-grease my hands and my cock.  I fuck him for a moment, than slide three fingers into him alongside my dick.  I fuck with them in place. 

I fuck him with just my dick.  I work four fingers of my left into him.  Now the right.  Now all eight and do a lateral stretch.  He groans in pleasure.

I pull out my right and the left twists into him.  For a moment I think I’m about to go over the knuckles, but nope.  I remove it slowly when I realize I’m not going in yet.

I do the same thing with my right.  It’s my bigger hand, but for some guys, it seems to fit easier.  Three fingers first.  Add the fourth. 

Poppers and a try for the fist. 

Nope.

And so it goes.  Repeatedly.

All eight fingers is great—and Chris loves the stretch.  But my whole hand is not going into him. 

Yet.

We both have family commitments this evening.  When we realize it’s not going to happen, I wipe him down of excess lube and we go back to fucking.

“You want me to load you?”

He looks at me as if I’ve asked the stupidest question possible.

I fuck some more, then hunker down and soothe his ravaged hole with my tongue.  As always, tonguing fucked out hole gets my balls churning.  I stand up.  I slide into his stretched hole.

I fuck fast and not for too long.

I feel it coming and shoot into him with a guttural cry.  I collapse onto his hairy chest and his arms wrap around me…

Jake Morgan Takes Off

Jake Morgan’s porn career seems to be doing really well.  

You will remember that I got to fuck Jake—and the Professor made use of Jake’s versatility—on one of our trips to Chicago.

This picture appeared in my in-box this morning.

I know he also recently bottomed for Deviant Otter.

I wanted to get to Cleveland for his performances at Flex...but the timing was terrible.

So fuckin' cute...

All this just makes me hungry for us to meet again.

Twitter:  Here

A Pig in His Pen

Amish Country, Indiana—April, 2018

I have a number of men I see only occasionally, but I still consider them regulars for the play picks up from where we last left off.  Such is the man who I first met by “raping” him at his farmhouse in the middle of the all those cornfields.  I had last used him in October with another leather top.  (You can find all our meets by hitting “farmhouse” in the label cloud.)

He wrote me out of the blue.  He told me he had been playing with some large toys for the last few months and wanted to show off his muscle hole to me.  He was sure that my hand would now fit into his slender ass with no problem.  While he had a good basement playroom, I decided to take my fuck bench and rimseat, to add to his sling and tableful of toys.

He was very quiet when I arrived, with barely a mumbled hello.  He helped carry things down to the basement.  I did the set up as it’s simply faster than telling another person what piece I need next.  And the boy was fine with being on his knees, head down, gazing at the floor.  I stripped down to the jock I am making filthy for a reader in Canada.  It is discolored and reeks of piss and sweat.  We started play with my grabbing the back of his head and bringing his face and open mouth onto the yellowed pouch of the jock…

“Get it wet,” I tell him.  “Make all those juices come back to life.”

He hungrily does what I ask.  His tongue runs over the rough fabric.  The smell is totally intoxicating him.  My cock grows in the pouch as he mouths me ravenously.  It finally protrudes.  I move his head so he can lick the head of my dick.  I squeeze my balls and give him a drop of pre-cum to add to the flavors in his mouth. 

Now he’s sucking me properly.  All the way to the root every time.  He holds himself down on me, with me filling his throat—daring himself to finally choke.  He never does.  He pulls off me each time with strand after strand of deep spit.  My fingers wipe some off his chin.  My now slick fingers fuck his mouth.

“Get up on the bench.”  He does—pushing his jock framed ass towards me.  I unleash a huge stream of piss.  I play it up and down his ass crack.  He’s mumbling something I can’t make out.  When I run out of piss, I get on my knees and begin rimming his hole.  I don’t clean him up much—I just push some piss into his hole.

“Fuck that piss into me,” he whimpers.  “Fuck me.”

I ignore him and keep licking and spitting.  Finally, I stand up and enter him.  Not particularly gently.  “Take it.”

“Yes, Sir.  Fuck me with that big dick!”

He feels great.  He’s very wet—from me and his own lube.  I swear his ass lubricates just by sucking my dick.  I pull out of his hole.  This is the reason I wanted the bench.  I want easier ass to mouth than the sling provides.  He hungrily sucks me clean and asks for more.  I go back to his hole and fuck a few more strokes. 

I bring it back to his face again and again.  I leave his hole frothy—as if he has a cumload already in him.  Some days that might be true, but I don’t think it is today.  The last time I bring his ass juices to his mouth, I find I can piss a little more—so I feed him a couple of spurts as a reward for being a good boy.

I fuck him another round, but add the egg-headed dildo first.  His ass takes the toy and me easily.

I stop fucking.  I grab a paddle and start softly warming his ass cheeks with it.  They grow from white to pink to very red…and very warm to the touch when I switch to my hand.  I chug Gatorade between each blow.  When his ass is crimson, I tell him to get off the bench and under the rimseat. 

I lower the toilet seat, framing his face.  I stand astride his chest.  “Open your mouth.”  He does.  I shoot a stream of very clear piss straight into his mouth.  He gurgles happily, trying desperately to swallow fast enough.  He can’t—he gives up and enjoys having some of it cascade over his goateed chin. 

I sit on his wet face and tell him to eat my hole.  The warmth of the piss feels great on my ass as he starts to eat me out.  I crack open the fresh bottle of Jungle Juice he always has for me when he knows I’m coming.  I know it opens my hole for him.  He grunts and moans and mumbles again as he uses his tongue to give me pleasure.

 I keep drinking as he rims me.  I want to feed him a load truly direct from the tap.  I finish the bottle and move to stand up.

“Take another hit, Sir.” 

I settle back down and uncap the poppers once more.  It’s my turn to moan as he seems to spear me with his tongue…

*****

He’s in the sling. 

I fuck him. 

I use a medium sized toy on him—hating the nasty pinkness of its “flesh” coloring.

I fuck him.

I use an ass tunnel.  It goes in easily…and I enjoy my cock popping through the open end of it deep into his guts.

I let his legs rest by getting him out of the sling.  He goes to his knees and I feed him the fresh piss load.  This time he swallows every drop.

Only then does he get back in the sling and my hand replaces my cock.

He takes my left hand easily.  A little longer for my slightly bigger right hand to snap into his hole.

I try to work my cock in with my hand…but back off that idea.

I settle for a stretch of my left in him and four fingers of my right gliding over my wrist and up into his wet hole.

Again and again.

But I am running out of time—we’ve been playing for a couple of hours now.

I pull my hands out and stroke my dick back to full hardness.

I breed him quickly.

And tell me to keep my seed in him all night.