CLAW Day 3.2: Blue

Cleveland—April, 2019

I walked out of the Piss Demo thinking I didn’t reek of piss.  Wrong.  I got back to the hotel, showered, wrote a post and got some lunch.  I set up the room, tucking the sheet on top of the tarp, getting the rimseat out from under the sling and placing towels I’d brought with me in easy reach.  I was expecting a visitor at 2:00 pm.  On the dot there was a knock…

I open door.  It’s Blue Bailey—grinning.  He’s in town for some of the CLAW events.  He strips off the moment I shut the door.  We embrace and go into a passionate kiss.  I learn quickly we are both very oral people.  He sinks to his knees and takes me in his mouth.  It’s excellent head.  I rest my hands on his head and let him go to town.  No need to fuck his face—well, this time.

“Can you sit on the seat?” he asks.

This is not what I was expecting at all.  But I’m not about to say no.  I let him get under and sit down.  He feasts on my ass.  His cock goes from hard to granite the moment his tongue touches my hole.  He slobbers up into me.  I have had some great rimming this trip and Blue is a master.  I lean slightly, still making sure he has full access to me, and I lightly finger around his hole.  I could sit there all day, but I want to return the favor.

“Let’s use the bed.  Get on all fours.”

He does.  That famous ass is right in front of me.  I dig in.  Fuck.  I stop stroking my dick and concentrate on giving him the pleasure he just gave me.  I poke and prod and drill my tongue into him.  He seems to love what I’m doing.  I stand and slap my dick against his sopping wet pucker.  His breathing changes.  I swipe some precum onto his hole.  I tell him what I just did, kneel and tongue it into him.  This elicits a groan.  I do it again…but this time I stick the head of my cock fully into him.  I tongue him a littler more, tasting my juices in his ass.

Only now do I stand up and fuck him.  He is an active fuck—he pushes back on me, impaling himself on my rigid cock.  He goes flat to the bed, I stay in him and fuck him some more, then twist him to his side and keep going.  Touching his back and chest – the muscles are incredibly hard.  I don’t play with many guys who hit the gym so regularly.  I love it—and am slightly intimidated.

I lean down and kiss him again.  We roll a little until his head is over the edge.  I take the hint.  I face fuck him.  Slowly at first.  Increasing the speed.  My balls slapping that handsome face.  Blue takes me, seemingly having no gag reflex.

We pause.  Sling time.  His feet are in the stirrups with little help from me.  I eat his hole some more.  I love how it’s opened up with the pummeling I’ve given it.  So I pummel it some more.  I ask if he’s ok with a little piss on his crack.  I assure him I am anything but a pnp-er.  My bladder now has wonderfully clear piss from the Demo.  I hose down his crack and then lick him clean.  I lean over to kiss him as my cock goes back into his butt.

*****

I take my turn under the rimseat.  I think he used some poppers as I ate out his fucked out/pissed on hole.  Again, I had to stop jerking.  There was no way I was going to let myself shoot yet.  Without any prompting from me, Blue stands up and sits on my dick.   He rides me and knows instinctively to bring his freshly fucked hole back to my tongue.

Fuck!  It’s great.  My cock is now totally dripping.

We get up.  I drink some water to cleanse my palette.  I pull the long padded hotel bench in front of the full length mirror.  I want to see me fucking him.  And, frankly, I want him to see this daddy use his ass.

He goes chest to bench, head up.  He watches me push into his wet, wet hole.  Soon his eyes glaze in the best possible way as my cock must be working a number on his prostate. 

We go back to the comfort of the sling.  We fuck.  I tell him I have more piss.  A lot.  I piss fuck him.  I stand still and let my bladder empty into his incredibly handsome man.  I quiver and shake…wondering if I will blow my load too, but I don’t.

He knows what I want.  I get out of his ass carefully.  I get under the rimseat.  He sits.

“Ready, Pig?”  His professional Dom side comes out in force.  He unleashes every drop down my throat, telling me to swallow it down.  He is able to stop it, let me swallow and push more out.  Amazing.  My tongue prods him, desperate to see if there is any piss I missed.

“I want to get off eating your ass,” he says.

“Should I breed you before or after?”

We go for my nut.  I fuck him hard and fast in the sling.  I hope the neighbors are busy fucking as the sling frame gives off a terrific, rhythmic squeaking.

I’m suddenly there.   I blast inside him.  Again and again.

“You want to eat it out?”  I’d told him when we were arranging this meet that, yes I wanted to do that…but now I really want him to keep my cum inside him.

“Let’s get you off.”  I tell him.

Blue goes under the seat.  I sit.  This man I’ve jerked off to for years is now under me, jerking like a wild man as he eats my hole.  He blasts a long distance load—one that spatters my only slightly deflating cock.

*****

He showers.

I mention the blog and if he’s ok with me using his name.

I guess you can figure out his answer…

CLAW Day 3.1: Pissing in the Middle of Class

Cleveland—April, 2019

The Piss Play Skills Class with demos was scheduled at 9:30 am.  I got up at 7, but I still didn’t have clear piss when I arrived at the Flex Asylum, a private play area at the bathhouse in town.  It’s a long room with slings, crosses, bondage tables, etc and at the end, a wet area.  There is a shower up a few steps and a low wall with metal fencing in that diamond pattern—big enough for men to stand on a platform, put their dick though the fencing and piss on the men inside.

Fluid Pig and his Pup arrived.  They were hydrating, but as behind as I felt.  They brought some funnels and hoses.  I had some toys, too.  We started by talking to the 35 maybe 40 men of all ages and types.  One was a great regular at Chicago Water Buddies.  Fluid Pig invited them all to strip down and either get wet themselves or get us wet.

I was bad.  During Fluid Pig’s talk, I motioned for the Pup to come give me head.  He did.  Willingly.

“Great, now I have no one’s attention.” 

But I don’t think he really cared. 

Fluid Pig and the Pup did the first demo.  Fluid Pig pissed in a funnel connected to a long, clear plastic tube in the Pup’s mouth.  That homemade contraption proved a godsend.  They stuck the funnel outside the fence and the class used it for us to drink.

And the pup and I did the next demo.  The crowd gathered outside the fencing.  I told them that I always check the strength of my piss by hosing down either a man’s ass crack or his cock—and then lick it.  The Pup bent.  I let fly over his hairy butt and cleaned him up with my tongue.  The men murmured.  And got bolder

An older man, totally naked,  with a huge cock came into the wet area.  I started to repeat the test of the strength of  my piss by getting two splashes on his dick.  “Just let me drink it,” he chortled.  I pissed straight up and into his mouth.  He swallowed happily.

Others entered the piss area.  One man, who had been in my afternoon class, who had a scraggly beard was dressed in full leather.  “Cover me,” he pleaded, laying down on the wet floor.  Three of us made sure we did, letting it play on his face, hair, beard, open mouth and down his leather jacket and over his cod piece.  His dick was sticking out of it and he was pissing himself, too.

Others came in—some tried a spray over their chest as one of us stood on the steps to the shower and let it rain down on the man.

The guy from Chicago began rolling in the piss with the leather man, wallowing in what was making its way to the drain from other activities.

Being cute and young, the Pup had many men give him a load via the funnel and tube.  Some went in his mouth, more often all over his body.

It was only an hour class.  So once their bladder was empty, men began filing out.

“Can I cover you?”  A hot young man, maybe Latino, in a black singlet with a yellow stripe, asked the Pup.  He willing knelt and put the tube at the top of his head—so it would cascade down his head, neck, back and through his ass crack.  I was there to lick it up so it didn’t hit the floor.    I cleaned his furry ass as much as I could as the Pup writhed with the heavy flow from the Latino.

 

We showered, cleaned up and left.

How did you spend your Saturday morning?

CLAW Day 2.4: Nasty Kink Pig Party

Cleveland—April, 2019

I think the Nasty Kink Pig Parties are a wonderful alternative to some of the other group play options at CLAW.  While I miss some of the sex furniture of a playspace, I love that I don’t have to get my car out and drive somewhere late at night.  And the men pour into the room.  It attracts men of every age and body type.

I powered napped, ate lightly and geared up.  The walk to the host hotel was a little damp, but not bad.  Up to the 14^th floor...

There is a line to get in.  A good thing.  I pay my $5.00 and move to a corner to strip off my flight suit which has been covering my leather gear.  I give my bag to the hot boy who is running the bar and clothes check.  This bedroom contains the open bathroom, a bed people eventually use and the bar.  The lounge is set up with the sling and couches covered with sheeting to keep them clean.  The far bedroom has a massive king bed.  It will soon be ringed on three sides by boys and men on all fours waiting for dick .

The first person I see is a top from the gathering I attend back home in Grand Rapids.  He is happily sucks me to hardness and wishes me happy hunting.  My eyes have been straying to the middle of the room.  The grey haired, bubble butted man I had such a connection with at the Pit Party is bent over in the middle of the room—taking a burly bear up his hole.  The bottom holds on to a friend.  The look of joy on his face as he takes the pounding is hot and somehow sweet, too.   I watch and stroke—I don’t think he’s seen me yet.

The bear pulls out on the edge of cumming—but it’s far too early in the night for that.  He moves around to let the handsome bottom clean his dick.  I move in.  I fall to my knees and bury my tongue in his fucked out hole.  He gasps—and I know that he knows it’s me.  He reaches back and holds my head in place—grinding his used hole against me, saturating my beard with his ass cum. 

I fuck him.  He’s every bit as hot as I expected.  He uses his ass with skill.  He clamps; he goes loose.  He has the sexiest moans, still into his friends shoulder.  I pause in the fuck to move around and kiss him.  Well, I kiss him after I push him down to clean my dick.  I go back up him again.  The first of many fucks in the almost three hours I spend there.

*****

I sample the many asses now ringing the bed.  I often have to wait my turn.   I can’t really see much about them.  I fuck them and move to the next.  And the next.  The hole I just left filled by a new man

*****

A hot guy who wanted to meet up on BBRT is here.  He is of some sort of Mediterranean descent and incredibly hairy.  He’s short, and is sporting a big dick in a dirty jock.  Only later in the evening does he become versatile.  Right now he wants his own hairy ass filled.

I oblige, after a ton of rimming. He loves my dick—but admits he’s a whore, so it was great idea to meet here.  He avidly cleans his ass juice off my cock.  We kiss.  It’s a moment that there is actually room on the bed.  I lie down on the bed and ask him to sit on my face.  He does—grinding his wet hole (he’s had at least one hot Latino up him before me) further coating my beard with hot male juices. 

Then he rides me—pounding himself down on me in a fury.

And then he knows instinctively to sit on my face again—leaning down to clean up my cock.

*****

The tall Black man from the Indy Cum-Union is here.  He was so much fun to tag team any man of my choosing—while also giving me his ass—often with him ending up sandwiched between the bottom and me.  He is waving his big, curved cock at me.  And I mean bigger than mine and with a curve that drives men crazy.  We exchange blow jobs.  We find a leather cub on the bed.  He nods.  I go first.  The cub groans but says my dick is so big.

That’s my cue to pull out and let my friend go in.  The Cub yelps, but takes it.  We happily go back and forth on him as the Cub loosens up and pleads with us to keep fucking him.  I don’t train on my friend this time as he’s fucking—the angle is bad.  I wait until we’re done with the cub and go fuck him in the sling.  Countless men suck that monster cock as I plow his hole…

*****

The Fluid Pig and his boy arrive.  Loaded from the gathering they had at their hotel after the Pit Party.  I finally get to fuck the boy—and fuck, it is worth the wait.  One of those asses made for cock and a boy who loves to be filled.  It takes little coaxing for the boy to sit on my face as Fluid Pig sucks my dick.  I fuck both of them repeatedly during the night.

*****

Another big dicked Black man can’t keep his hands off me.  He has some massive dreads, tied up and mostly under a hat.  He loves to clean my cock after a fuck.  He’s a great kisser.  We exchange blow jobs.

“I want to eat you out and fuck you,” he tells me.

I ask if he’ll settle for half of that.

“You just haven’t had the right dick in you.”

I say perhaps—but tonight is not the time to experiment with that.

We find an empty corner where I can lean on the arm of the sofa.  He’s amazing.  He is right up there with Derrick—which is high praise.  He loves butt—everything about it.  He worships my ass, opening me with a sometimes gentle, sometimes demanding, tonguing. 

“Please kiss me,” I whisper when he pauses to catch his breath.  I do love the taste of my own hole.  We kiss a long time.  I make to get up.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

He gives me his tongue again for round two—harder and deeper.  Only this time, some obliging man sticks his dick in my mouth as my hole is tongue ravished.

*****

It’s late and I want to get off and go to bed.  The Piss Demo is at 9:30 am—a terrible time to be tanked up by.  I need sleep.  My handsome grey-haired man with the bubble butt has been fisting a man in the sling for a long time.  I find him washing up in the bathroom.

I’m blunt.  “Can I load you?”

His eyes light up and he dries his hands and wrists.  We go to the same corner as my rimjob.  He bends, and it’s my turn to eat out a hot hole.  He has tightened back down.  I have to work at it. 

I get him open.

And lubed.

And I give him my cum.

He couldn’t be happier.

CLAW Day 2.3: Pit Party

Cleveland—April, 2019

CLAW can be a great place to try something new. 

I saw the ad online.  Along with the usual two room orgies, the head of Nasty Kink Pigs was giving his first ever pit party.  I love the pheromones given off by a sweating man.  I have licked them up many a time and had guys do the same to me.  But a party of just pit licking?  It was only an hour of my time—and I could always leave.  I decided to go explore…

We are in the sitting room of NKP’s two bedroom suite.  The bedroom doors are closed, being prepped for the party coming that night.  There are a couple of men who are totally naked, but the other 20 are just shirtless.  The odor of the room—the heat is turned up—is great.  It’s all fresh sweat.

It makes my cock stiffen under my jeans.

A pig from Michigan who has recently found the blog is in his leather kilt.  It’s tented.  He licks my pits—I lick his.  He opens my jeans and sucks my dick, too.

The order of the day seems to be lick pits, kiss, lick dick or ass and kiss again.

My head is reeling now.  It’s fun.  And hot.  An incredibly handsome man with iron grey hair does my pits.  He is an exceptionally good kisser.  I do his—acrid and wonderful.  We kiss again.  He sucks me—and that’s when I see his ass, as he’s kneeling in front of me.  A lovely small bubble butt.  When he finishes my cock, I help him up.  I turn him around.  I lean him to support himself on the console table.

And I dive into his butt.  Glorious.  It’s obvious from his sexual babbling that I have found the center of his sexuality.  I drill into him.  Another man stands to our side and licks the man’s pit at the same time as I lick and juice up his hole. 

Soon we kiss again.  It’s electric now—swapping the taste of pits and ass.  He licks my ass, too.

I play with others, but keep returning to the grey haired man with the delicious butt.

“I want you to fuck me—but I didn’t prep.”

“Come to the party here tonight,” I tell him. 

He promises to do just that.

A commotion near the door. 

The Fluid Pig and his boy are here.  This is a very oral session—but the Fluid Pig is taking it up the ass.  And then a second one to fuck in the first man’s cum.  The Fluid Pig has his own party to get to—he takes off.  I suck the second man’s dick, dripping with another man’s seed.

The Michigan Pig approaches.  The man, with his dick in my mouth bends.  The kilt is shoved aside and the Michigan Pig breeds him.

When he pulls out—I lick a little excess seed escaping from his hole and push the rest of it deeper with my cock.

Lights are coming on.  We are the last three left.  I pull out.  The man cleans my dick and we all agree to meet there at 10:00 pm tonight.

An hour well spent.  

CLAW Day 2.2: “I Really Have to Piss Now”

Cleveland--April, 2019

I was done with BikeGuy13 in plenty of time to get organized for the piss workshop.  This one was all talk.  (The demo happened on Saturday.)  I likely had 25 to 30 men of all skill levels there.  We talked about prepping for piss, health issues, how I trained my dick to go from doing something very private to being able to piss anywhere.  (It was all based on my post ‘Watersports 101’ that is now linked to the main page of the blog.  After me talking for a bit, we opened it up into a true round table of piss…what to drink, what not to eat, etc.  I had a blast—and it seemed to go down well…um, as it were….

After we were done I mentioned the blog and had available a card with how to find it—and my many posts on WS action.  I’d say half the guys picked one up.  One hung back, wanting to talk a little more.  His opening line was “Well, I really have to piss now…”

We chatted but I could tell he really was getting uncomfortable.

“I’m happy to drink that down.”

We went off to the Men’s room near the conference room.

We locked the door.

I open my jeans, and fish out my hardening dick.  I kneel on the tile.  This handsome, dark haired man opens his zipper.  I open my mouth and he rests just the head of his cock on my lower teeth.  Instantly, no piss shyness here, he begins pissing straight down my gullet.  It’s a large load.  On and on.

And my cock does what it always does—it hardens into a blunt instrument. 

When he tapers off, I clean his cockhead of any last drops.  He hardens up and I begin sucking him.

He pulls me up and he kneels.  He gives me expert head.  He tells me he could stay there a long time…but neither of us try for orgasm.

It’s just a hot 10 minutes of unplanned sex. 

He wrote me today:

“I’m the guy whose bladder you so expertly and pleasurably emptied in the men’s room after your Piss Play 101 session Friday.  Again, many thanks for your generosity.  You are hot as fuck.  Perhaps I’ll attend a Water Buddies event the next time I’m in Chicago.” 

CLAW Day 2.1: Blogger Fucks Blogger

Cleveland, April, 2019

He wrote me a week before the event. 

BikeGuy13:  Are you going?  Should we make time for each other?

I told him yes, I was going and that I was pretty sure we could have some fun.  So yesterday morning we confirmed it…and he was at the room by 1:00 pm.  Just time to fuck before my piss class.  He’s handsome.  He’s a pig.  We hit it off quite well…

“I think you should show me those oral skills you brag about.”

He sits on the padded bench at the end of my bed.  His hand stops me from undoing my belt.  He gnaws at my cock mound through the denim.  He decides when to undo the buckle, pull the pants down and wet the pouch of my new yellow jock.  Soon that is pulled down, too.  He calls it a nice piece of meat.  It’s only three quarters erect.  His skilled mouth makes me harden the rest of the way. 

He grunts his approval and gives me some excellent head.  He takes me to the root.  Occasionally, I interrupt his routine, hold him in place and fuck his mouth. 

“Get my balls, too.”

He does, leaving them slimy with spit.  BG grabs his phone.  He films himself sucking my cock.  (If/when he publishes a post, I will link it to this one.)  Being on camera makes my cock that much harder.  I let him work at his rhythm.

“You want me in the sling?”

I nod.  We break to strip.

“How do you want me?” 

I tell him whatever, but he’ll have none of that.  I need to be in charge.  I tell him to lose the t-shirt and put the leather vest back on.  He’s very hard when he gets in the sling.  He’s very hard as I rim his very hairy ass.  He’s not so hard as I start to enter him.

It’s an inch by inch, process.  He is willing himself to relax.  I may be pushing a little too hard.

We get there.  Buried.  Embedded.  I hold in place.  He squeezes down on me.  My thick helmet head expands deep in his gut.  It is pushing against his second hole.

I begin to move.  He’s opened up…but I’ve gone deeper than he expected. 

We clean up.

Back in the sling I again taste the warm hole.  He’s more open on a second assault.

I’m fucking with strong strokes.

“You love to just slide it all in, don’t you?”

I admit I do.

He begins telling me about losing his anal virginity in the woods as a teen.  He loves watching my face as he tells me about—how he gave himself.

I pull out and taste his hole again.  I squeeze his flaccid cock for a pearl of pre-cum.  I lick it up and stick the pre-cum in his hole. 

When I stand and insert.  I take him in one stroke.

“You’re gonna cum in me, aren’t you?”

I tell him to say the words.

“I want your cum in me.  There.  You’re off the hook.”

I am building nicely.

A short fuck.

But what I think we both want.

A breeding.

The bigger cock getting exactly what it wants.

I fire into hairy ass.

He’s great at milking every drop.

He tells me he wants this every time I come to Cleveland.

I think it might even be the truth.

*****

Wow--I'm honored BikeGuy13 skipped a few entries to write up his take on things.  Here it is.  Or find him in the Blog Roll to the right.

CLAW Day One: From Cum Dump to Orgy

Cleveland—April, 2019

I left Michigan right on schedule.  Though there were a lot of lane reductions on the tollway for construction, I still made it to the front door of the Hampton Inn by 4:00pm.  Check in was a breeze, and I had a willing bellman roll the fully packed trolley up to my room.  I loved his enthusiasm of having the leather men of CLAW back in the hotel.  “We love this week and this year you guys have the whole hotel.”

I have always enjoyed being here and missed it last year.  The host hotel is gorgeous, but always jam packed with the 3000 men who are in attendance.  I like to choose when I enter that throng. The two hotels are just around the corner from each other, so I feel I have the best of both worlds.

I unpacked, registered, ate…and got back to the room to set up the sling.  I talked to a few men online.  The one man from yesterday who had made the biggest play to be used on Thursday was, of course, nowhere to be found.  I finally looked at the array of cumdumps on BBRT.  There was good ass for the taking—and maybe it would just be easier to get off and get some sleep.  The man I christened Cowboy Boots, for he was wearing them at my very first Cum Union attended, was one of them.  I have seen and bred him regularly at this type of event.  A perfect way to jump into CLAW, I decided.  As he listed his room, I didn’t even let him know I was coming…

The door is cracked.  I enter quietly.  There is that beefy ass high in the air.  And a short, cute leather man is on his knees working that wet hole with his fingers.  He grins at me and begins licking the sloppy hole.  I sit on the floor and get out of my jeans.  I put the boots back on.  The Fukd jock is beginning to look grimy—but nobody cares.  I kneel next to the man working Cowboy Boots’ hole. 

He moves to let me give access.  CB groans as my tongue and beard connect with his puffy asscunt.  He turns, checking to see  who is working his hole now.  He moans out his pleasure as he recognizes me.  The leather man wastes no time is taking my dick out of the pouch.  I am not hard, but his expert mouth gets me there very fast.  I want to fuck.  I stand up and the leather guy guides me into the hole.  I begin to fuck---and the leather guy begins to eat my ass.  Fuck.  This is perfect.  The hole is sloppy and his tongue is great.

“How many loads?”

“Three…” says CB, between popper intakes.

I pull out.  Leather Man is there to suck my dick clean.  I push his face into the hole I’ve just fucked.  He licks up the dripping juices.  He moves to the side for me to reenter.  This time he comes around to lean down and lick my dick from above on the backstroke.  I occasionally pull all the way out of the ass and fuck his mouth.  Then back into the greedy manhole.

I break for a moment.  LM slides not only his fingers, but his entire fist up CB.  I watch and stroke.  I stand up.  He makes to pull his hand out, but grab his forearm to keep him in place.  I insert my cock right down his wrist and into the wrecked hole.  It feels great.  And all three of us are terrifically turned on by it.

It’s now dick and fingers or dick and fist. 

My tongue and his fist. 

Four fingers from each of us. 

His hand, my hand—back and forth.

We break for some Gatorade.  I suggest CB’s sit on my cock to give LM ample room to lick my balls and my dick on the out stroke.  Again, the three of us are exactly where we want to be.

Two guys arrive—a younger black man and an older white.  LM finally strips off his leather pants and works to get the Black guy hard with this mouth.  The older guy jerks to me fucking CB.  The older guy gets hard enough for a few strokes in CB’s ass.  The Black likes the mouth—and never goes near the ass he supposedly came to fuck.

They leave, just after Cowboy Boots’ roomie comes back.  A greying, weathered leather man with a big, thick dick.  The four of us are all over each other.  LM, now naked, sucks the Roommate as I fuck.  Roommate fucks CB—hard and long.  I clean his cock.  And eat the precum he’s left in CB’s hole. 

LM is lying on the bed, ass up giving the Roommate head.  I go from eating CB’s hole to eating the tiny pink pucker of LM.  CB leans over and pulls his diminutive cheeks apart to let me get deeper.  I move up…my dick resting against his hole.

“You want this big raw dick?”

“I don’t know…” he mumbles around the thick dick in his mouth. 

His body knows.  His hole flowers open and I am sucked in several inches.

“Fuck him,” says the Roommate.

I do.  Making him moan around the cock in his mouth.

Roomate takes a turn in the tight hole.  He shudders and groans.  Is he cumming?  When he pulls out, my tongue investigates.  I fuck LM’s now wetter hole.  CB moves to LM’s mouth.  Finally, LM begs for me to stop.  I do.

I slip my cum covered cock back up CB.  LM may have asked to stop, but the Roommate plows him again.  Hard and fast.

I am so close.  I blast into Cowboy Boots’ wet hole.

This prompts LM to get out from under the Roomate and felch my load.  He buries his face in the mess I’ve left behind.

The two visitors dress.

“Would you lock the door on your way out?”

Even the cumdump is satisfied…for the moment.

I walk home in a slight daze through the drizzle of rain.

Fuck.  So much more than a simple cum dump experience.

What a welcome to CLAW 19.