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.

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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.