FP Rubbers Up!

West Michigan—December, 2018

The polar vortex has settled in here in Michigan.  So here’s something to warm you up if you are suffering through a cold winter.

I met Derrick and Jacob halfway through the month of December.  We did our usual catch up and then I asked Derrick to take some pictures of me in my Fukdto jock (which you’ve seen.)

Jacob was in rubber.  He wanted the meat in that jock.

Here we are both sucking the Derrick and he takes the pic.  

And then Derrick said it:  “Have you ever worn rubber?” 

I admitted I hadn’t.  They had just the suit for me.  I followed Jacob to the shower, where we squeezed me into a snug suit while the water ran over us. 

I wasn't quite sure if I liked it at first.  But I loved how it clung to my slim frame...and accentuated my cock.

This is Jacob grabbing me from behind

And we went down to the playroom...

 ...Where I sucked his PA'ed cock before he hopped in the sling as Derrick snapped away.

I ate his hole and fucked him.  

I grabbed a dildo.  

My dick soon joined the toy.

Notice the gag in his mouth.

Back to cock.

The Master at work...greasing up  for my hand.

The hand in place...

And then Derrick put down the camera and got in the sling for his turn....

The three of us have never shown you so much.  Please thank the guys for trusting me with these photos.  (I guess it’s what happens when Jacob loses his Tumblr account…)

And while I’m not giving up my leather any time soon, I have to say I liked how I looked in the rubber…

Perfectly In Tune

Chicago—December, 2018

I think we re-connected on BBRT.  He was a slightly younger man who I’d met a couple of years ago at one of the great New Year’s Eve parties/orgies that I went to in Chicago (before the hosts moved west.)  We had a great time over the course of that evening.  He was mostly a top—and topped plenty that night—but he gave up his ass to me.  He loved my cock, but we found we also had a host of things in common.  We promised to keep in touch, but as is often the case, after a few messages, we lapsed.  The logistics of distance seemed to keep us from a re-match.

Two years later, maybe three, I got a message.  He’d been thinking about me and wondered if he could host me at his place before the madness of the holidays.  He was thinking we would do some one on one play in the afternoon and open it to others in the evening.  That sounded great.  We set the date.

It was a snowy drive in, but with no real slow down.  I brought the sling and the rimseat at his request.  Seth hadn’t changed.   He’s in his early 50’s with lots of graying hair. In decent shape, Seth is almost as tall as I am.  There is a prominent tat on his chest.  He has a big cock and a nicely rounded ass—I was eager to re-acquaint myself with both.  He was mid clean out as I set up all the play equipment.  And then things slowed down.  He was cleaning thoroughly for my big cock and he got water caught deep in his guts—and no matter what he did, he couldn’t get it out.

We played a little:  Lots of cocksucking and ass eating.  He got under the rimseat and gave me a masterful rimming.  I did the same for him in the sling.  We constantly took breaks to see if he could shift the water.  I read a little and played with his cat—who acted more like a dog than any feline I have come across.  At one point, I even napped with the cat sprawled across my chest.

Time wore on.  Two others were set to arrive just after 6pm.

I answered the door.  An extremely good looking man came in.  He had the good looks Hollywood loves.  Tall, dark, hairy-chested—a Robert Mitchum in his heyday type.  Jack stripped instantly to his white jock while I answered a second ring at the door.

The next one in was a short blond surfer type, maybe 35.  He stripped instantly revealing a designer jock and beautiful, intricate tribal tats that covered half his body.  I’d been told Miles was a regular of Seth’s, while Jack was a friend of Miles.

We began to play.  We were all very oral—and seeing one man serve as cocksucker to the other three was super hot.  And we all took a turn being that man.

 Jack was in the sling first.  I couldn’t wait to fuck this hot man.  I ate him out as he jacked his cock.  I began a slow entry.  And from that moment I could do nothing to please him. I was going too fast, too slow, too hard, not hard enough.  

“Oh, now that’s good, but I really need to take a break…”

Jack fucked Miles a little while Seth and I used the rimseat.  Jack’s phone went off.  He washed up and left…and the sex went from adequate to red hot…

“Fuck me.   Fuck me with that big daddy dick.”

Miles is in the sling, whimpering.  He’s taken Seth’s cock out of his mouth to plead for me to stop rimming and stick my cock in him.  I can’t stop eating his smooth, very white ass.  He squirms and makes the sexiest sounds around the cock which is back to invading his throat.

I stand up.  My cock slaps the mound of dick and balls hidden by the pouch of his jock.  I spit on my cock one more time and slide into him.  Slowly and deliberately.  His eyes go big and he stops sucking.  He takes me.  No poppers.  He squeezes down on me, giving me a nod.  “Fuck me.  Use this ass anyway you want.”  And he becomes hard.  His erection poking out of the jock.

I begin a slow fuck—but it builds fast.  The sling rattles enough that Seth reminds me there are people upstairs.  I bend over and kiss the boy.  He groans.  He’s an excellent kisser.  Seth pulls me up and we kiss, too.  The sexual temperature of the room climbs.

“Fuck him,” I say, pulling out of the kiss. 

We change places.  My cock goes into Miles’ mouth.  He groans as he swallows down his ass slime.  I bend and kiss him again, getting a taste of the juices he just licked off my cock.  Seth is fucking him hard.  I move behind him and stick my tongue in his crack on the back strokes.  He groans and slows the fuck a little so he can grind himself onto my tongue.

“Lick his cock while he fucks me,” Miles hisses.  “And come kiss me.”

I move under the sling.  I crane my neck up and lick Seth’s cock.  I tongue him again and again until I have quite a mouthful of sex juices.  I move around and come up, kissing Miles—letting it all drip from my mouth to his.  Once he has it all, I go in for the kiss to reclaim as much as I can get.  We share it back and forth—the perfect precum snowball.

Seth and I reverse again.  His wet cock goes directly into Mile’s mouth.  I kneel and feast on the slick hole it’s just left.  I lick and swallow until I can’t stand not having my dick in him…

*****

We move to the rimseat.  I am under it.  Seth sits on the seat.  I work my tongue into his ass (he has gotten rid of the water sometime while Jack was still around.)  But his hole is puckered like it’s been fucked all night due to his cleanout ordeal.  I try to soothe it with my mouth.

Suddenly I jab my tongue into him—for Miles has sat on my dick.  His hole clings to my dripping cock as he slides down onto me.  He grinds himself into my pubes as he grunts out his pleasure.  He works himself up and down on me, now bending to suck Seth’s cock—at least that is what it sounds like, as all I can see is ass.

“Let’s change,” says Seth.

He gets up and soon I have Miles’ wet butt on my face.  He gasps at how deep my tongue goes into him with the help of the spreading provided by the seat.  Seth is sucking my cock, licking up all of Miles’ ass juice off me.  I drill into Miles, creating a steady drip of ass slime and our mixed precums into my mouth.  Suddenly I freeze.  Seth is now sitting on my cock, not just sucking it.  He bounces.  I enter into that perfect world where it’s all about heat and wetness and skin on skin contact.

Seth gets off me—just before I would have shot my load.  I’m on a mission now.  I need to cum—and tell them so.

“Cum in Miles so I can felch it and add mine.

Miles eagerly gets in the sling.  I skip the rimming, still tasting his ass on my tongue.  I plow into him.  Seth stands behind me, his cock rubbing my ass crack, twisting my nipples.  I am plowing deep and hard.  It’s all about me now.  I don’t care about anything else. 

I blast inside him.  I grab the sling frame and hang on.  Seth goes to his knees, ready to clean me or just stick his face in the freshly bred hole.  I pull out slowly.

“Let me clean it, please…” whispers Miles.

I bring it gingerly up to him, as Seth begins tonguing Miles’ hole, rooting out my seed…

Etienne in Color

I was on a mini sex vacation in one of my favorite cities—Chicago.

So while I wasn’t able to write, I did stockpile a couple of stories to tell in a few weeks.

So having been in Chicago, let’s continue my occasional postings about Chicago’s answer to Tom of Finland, Etienne. 

Here are two, one of which I don’t remember seeing before….

...which is highly appropriate with the last post….

Enjoy!

Giving It Up -- FP Takes Control

My Playroom—December, 2018

Samuel, the fisting bottom who in the past has mixed poppers and Maximum Impact together (sometimes to the point of being unresponsive) asked to come back for another session.  I agreed.  I was surprised and pleased that almost the first words out of his mouth were that he wanted me to control his popper usage.  (Did he pick it up from body language as we played?  Maybe he is he secret reader of these pages…) I agreed to tell him when to take the hits.  I am happy to say it made our encounter even hotter…

He is stripped to a jock and in place on the fuck bench.  I eat his ass.  He is right there with my tongue, thrusting back, grinding into my face.

“Take a hit.”

He does.  The poppers relax his hole and my tongue sinks in deeper yet.  I continue to orally lube his butt throughout the rush from them.  I stand up and poke my engorged cock head against his pucker.

“You want a hit, don’t you?  Not this time.  Take my dick.”  As I say the last word, my cock enters him. 

He gasps out a “Yes, sir!”

I sink all the way home.  “Now take a hit—just the poppers.”

He does.  I wait until I hear the cap go back on before I begin a hard thrusting.  I slow down after a bit.  I make him take me without any enhancement.  He is soon breathless.

I pull out and grab the egg headed dildo.  A quick lube.  “Hit.”  He does and the toy glides into place.  I fuck him with it briefly, then add my dick alongside the toy.

He gasps again at how full he suddenly feels.  I love it, too.  I do this double with every man who can take it—and my cock loves the changes in the tightness of the fuck.  He takes the whole double fuck unaided by poppers—and he seems to revel in being able to do just that.

We move to the sling.  All the toys come out.  Speculum first.  Wide and gaping.  Wide enough for my dick to slip between the stainless steel sides of the medical device.

My hands work into him next.

I use the butt plug.

I work in the bigger tiered plug.

I work my hands back into him.  I pull on out, fuck him with my dick, and then fist him with the other hand.  Repeat.  And Repeat.

The balls on a cord open him deeper.

Than the huge toy, left by a former f-bud.

All with poppers or Maximum Impact (or both) only when I tell to use them.  He loves having me in charge.  One more piece of control given away.  And he is conscious for more of the scene.

Something new for him.  I take down the chain off the door jamb where it hangs.  I lube it up.  I insert link after link into him.  It piles up in his gut, a weight like little else he’s felt before.

“Now take a hit—Poppers only.”

He huffs.  Caps it.  They hit.

I pull the links out as slowly as I can manage.  One by one they emerge from his hole—stretching it link by link.

I push them back in—and fuck him with the chain in his gut.

I pull it out faster this time.

I take pictures.

I work my hand back in.  Just my left.  I think he can do it…

“You want me to jerk off in your ass?”

“Yes, SIR!”

“Take a hit.”

I guide my dick along my greased arm and into his puffy hole.  My fingers close around my shaft.  I tell him so. 

Samuel groans.

I look at the porn.  It’s turned off—we have played for over 100 minutes…and he needs to get to work.

“You want my load?”

“Yes, Sir!!”

“Max it.”

He does.  I work my dick deep inside him, fucking it through my fingers. 

I am soon there.

I shoot, filling him up in a different way.

*****

“That was the best ever, Sir.  I loved giving the control over to you of when to inhale.”

And his tip proved that he meant it.

 The drain rack after play…

CumUnion Cums to Michigan

To the North of Me—December, 2018

December started off with a bang.  The smaller of the two bathhouses in the state decided to host a monthly CumUnion party.  I was surprised and pleased. I felt it was my duty to go and support them.  And to file a report here, of course.

I used to go to this bathhouse all the time.  Ihave  spent more time there than at any other one.  I would guess my first visit was around 1991.  It felt like an old building even then.  It already had about 10 years of hard use.  There was a television lounge just inside the door and a porn lounge where you could smoke.  There was a corridor of rooms, a group shower and a small dry sauna.  There was another corridor with double bed rooms and the locker area.

Up some stairs across from the showers was the play area.  There was a coveted room right at the top of the stairs—and then it got dark.  You could turn left or right.  Either way, when I first visited, was a mattress on the floor and men having sex.  In the years I continued going, a sling was added on one side.  A third area was re-opened (it had been a whirlpool in the 80’s and was now various levels to provide some more matted fucking areas.

I stopped going sometime in the mid 2000’s.  The place was literally going to hell.  Restrooms, might work one visit and not the next.  The expanded shower was never finished.  I called it a night when rain sheeted down the back wall of the downstairs corridor and pooled in my room.  The owners used the place to finance their living in a gay resort town back then—no money went into the business.

But things change.  There are now new owners.  I kept hearing from fuck buds that I should give it try again.  Things were cleaner.  The back rooms at the end of the first corridor were now gloryholed play areas.  A hot tub replaces the old sauna across from the completely fitted out showers.  Upstairs there were still mattresses and the sling, but the third room held a new sauna in the corner.  The rest of the room had theatre seating for big screen porn.  A huge improvement.  I was pleased. 

And on its inaugural CumUnion, the place was packed. People were putting clothes in garbage bags as they had run out of locks for the lockers.  I got naked, down to my Fukd jock and boots and stuffed my clothes into my gym bag…

There are men everywhere.  I roam and take in the changes.  There are two men side by side, both on all fours, on one of the mattresses upstairs.  It seems appropriate that I slide my hard dick into the man I christened Cowboy Boots after I fucked him at some other Cum Union I went to years ago.  He finally looks around at me.  Does he recognize the dick?  I slap his ass hello and continue to slam into him.

*****

I let a man suck my dick near the sling.  He enjoys the taste of Cowboy Boot’s ass. 

I let a man ride my dick on the other mattress.  Many men watch this one.  I beginning to realize I am in a mass of bottoms—and, seemingly, I can take my pick.

*****

I see many men I know—occasionally not sure where I recognize them from.  I fuck Dan in the sling, a man who usually takes my fist.  He enjoys showing off that that he can take my dick effortlessly. 

I recognize another younger man who is bent over in the new theatre seats taking some Daddy dick.  He locks eyes on my dick and slowly looks up at my face.  He smiles.  I move in and feed him my cock.  I have had him in a threeway before with the man who hosts me at the campgrounds.  The top’s fucking becomes a little more energetic, forcing the guy’s mouth down onto my cock.  I play with the top’s nipples which are jutting out from a very hairy chest.

“You want this ass?”

I nod.  The younger man turns around.  He instantly goes down on the Daddy dick, relishing the fact it has just been in his ass. I fuck into his extremely wet hole.  Could he be loaded this early in the evening?  It’s possible.  He certainly knows how to milk my cock.

We switch again.  The Daddy fucks him, harder yet.  I hold the younger guy’s head still and really fuck his face.  I find the tempo the Daddy is using and we fuck him together in rhythm.

One more switch around—and then we take a break, only because all three of us need to catch our collective breaths. 

*****

I go down to the new gloryhole area.  I always used to try for this room.  (You used to have 12 hours—so you could play and spend the night for your entrance fee.)  Now it is a tight play area.  I find a man on his knees.  I don’t need to use the glory hole.  He gets me good and wet.  He stands up and asks to be fucked.  There is one chair in the corner.  He bends over it and I fuck him.  The sound of the fuck makes others crowd into the room.  There must be a dozen men in here now.  I can barely move.  There are hands all over the bottom.  All over me.  All over my ass.  And balls.  A finger joins my dick in this guy’s hole. 

That does it.  He spews his load all over the floor.  It’s impossible for him to get out.  There is just room for a guy to kneel and clean my dick.  His partner watches and then licks my nipples.  Soon they change places.  “Wow,” says the new arrival, before deep throating me expertly.

When he comes up, he tells his partner:  “You have to take that dick in your ass.”

“I don’t know…” the partner mumbles.

“Do it.  I want to see that thing split you in two.”

Somehow we work around so he can present me with his bare, wet ass.  He feels great.  The Boy Friend kisses me as I fuck his partner.  He is also jerking his dick.  He groans and with expert aim, he shoots his load, onto my moving cock.  I fuck his jizm into his partner’s ass.

The bottom knows just what’s happened.  He pulls off me and manages to turn around and clean my cock.

*****

I am now alone in this same small room.  I want to suck some cock—and wouldn’t mind using a glory hole.  A cock comes through the wall, at the same time a college kid comes into the room.

“Here you are.”

He is a young man with whom I have had a long online flirtation.  I can’t believe he showed up.  He’s gorgeous—tall, dark haired, the gym beginning to show off his hard work.  He instantly kneels and takes my cock in his mouth.  I tell him to cover his teeth—and he does.  But he doesn’t want my dick in his mouth; he wants it in his ass.  He bends over the chair.  I now have room to kneel.  I tongue his hole.  Fuck if he isn’t loaded.  I can’t believe it.  I bury my tongue into his fucked out pucker.

“Taste my load in there?”  says a furry young man standing behind me.  He moves around and feeds the boy his cock.  “Eat my cum,” he tells me.

I do.  But I want to fuck in it, too.  I stand up and push in.  The boy takes my dick as if it were the size of a breadstick.  He knows how to milk me.  It’s a great fuck.

“Let me fuck him again.  I think I’m going to shoot.”

I let the other top come around.  He drives his seven incher into the kid.  I realize I know this top from the house orgy.  He accelerates his stroke and shoots into that hot, smooth ass.  He lets me clean his cock—and to felch a little.  Then I’m fucking again.  I only stop after the kid blows a load all over the chair he is bent over….

*****

I’m in the movie seat area again.  The tall bottom is riding the dick of a cub I know.  We take turns inside him.  And then this gym God walks in wearing Andrew Christian backless underwear.  He lounges, leaning against the wall, watching us use the tall bottom.  He turns and offers his perfectly shaped butt.  I pull out of the tall bottom’s mouth and kneel behind the new man.

“Eat me out, fucker.  Get me wet for that big cock.”

I know I should spend longer on him—but I can’t.  I need to fuck him.  My dick opens his hole.  He pushes back, taking me in, with one long steady glide. 

“Now that’s a cock.  Fuck me!”

I do. 

Here against the wall, where he pushes back against every thrust I make.

And then we fuck in the sling.

A man joins me me—a rough cowboy type who I’d love to see in chaps.  He watches me fuck the Gym God, stroking a thick uncut cock.

“You want to fuck?”

“Yeah.  I need to unload and go home.”

The Gym God groans in anticipation.

“I’ll just want to clean your cock.”

The cowboy fucks.  Hard, fast and as deep as his uncut beer can of a cock will let him.

He grunts out his orgasm.

I kneel.  Watching his cock spasm.

He pulls out ever so slowly—swinging his cock right into my mouth.

I clean.

I felch.

I give the Gym God more cum than I have eaten out of him…