Alejandro Flies in for the Gathering

Grand Rapids—March, 2019

I am back to writing about my play in early March, six weeks before all those CLAW entries. 

It was time for our bareback gathering to the north of me.  As usual, I would be taking my sling, while another dedicated ass eater brought his rimseat.  But this time, there would be a special guest.  My fuck-bud Alejandro, the hot piss hound from NYC who had twice flown to Chicago to get wet with me, was coming to town.  I had talked so much about this exciting group, he wanted to see for himself.  (And he’d admitted to me he’d never been to a large group sex party.)

I met him at the hotel.  He was cleaned up and ready to go.  He hopped in and we were at the host’s house in no time.  We lugged the sling in, slipping a little on the March snow covering the road and sidewalk.  We were early enough that I could get it all set up before the start time.  I introduced Alejandro to the host, the dedicated rimmer, and Randy, the young fisting prodigy. 

I got the sling up as they chatted downstairs.  I joined them and began stripping as there was a knock on the door.  All told there were 15 of us that night.  I caught Alejandro’s eye.  He smiled—but maybe somewhat nervously…

We are all upstairs.  I have a hot bottom on all fours on the leather covered bed.  I am eating the hairy ass in front of me, but I am also keeping my eye on Alejandro.  He has men on all sides of him.  Randy is sucking his PA-ed dick.  

Someone, I can’t tell who, is kissing him and a third man is kneeling behind him, pulling those full cheeks apart and trying to tongue his ass.  A fourth is leaning down and lapping on his nipples.

I stand up and enter the ass in front of me.  As if on cue, Randy stands up, turns and impales himself on Ale’s hard dick.  I don’t fuck this first guy for very long—and neither does Ale.  We all re-group, sampling cocks and ass with tongues and dripping dicks.

When I get up from sucking some dick, fresh from a hot ass, I notice Ale has Randy bent over the bed.  It’s a much easier position for them.  Ale is pounding into that hot, grasping hole.  I move behind them and kneel.  I split Ale’s cheeks with my tongue on each backstroke.

I want into him.  I stand up.  I stand up and my slick cock goes into Ale’s ass.  He fucks himself—forward into Randy; backward onto me.  Then I inch forward.  They are both at my mercy now—I fuck Ale hard enough that Randy has to feel it, too.  I finally pull out and the three of us kiss.

We all go off to find new partners.

I fuck a cute cub.  I watch an ex footballer type, grab Ale and bend him over so Ale can suck his hard dick.  This leaves his ass open for a cute ginger cub to lick it and fuck it.  Suddenly Ale has dick in both holes.  He groans loudly around the cock in his mouth and pushes back on the Cub in his butt.  I grin and keep fucking, going back to deeply plowing my cub.

Ale is in rut now.  When the three of them break, he takes a number of men up his hot ass.  I wait my turn.  I want to use his hole after as many men as possible have fucked him.

I get him soon enough in the sling.  We have a lovely connected moment.  I eat his hole, savoring all the creamy flavoring men have left behind.  I stand up and drill him.  I am the biggest cock here tonight and I want him to feel it. 

When I help him out of the sling, he tells me he will likely leave around midnight—in case we don’t see each other.

*****

Randy has taken a particularly hard pounding.  He’s not sure if he took a load or not.  He thinks my tongue should investigate and tell him.  I get under the rimseat and he sits that superbly used ass down on my open mouth.  I investigate with every inch of my tongue that I can get into him.  He tastes wonderful—and semen flavored—but I don’t think he’s loaded. 

I re-double my effort to make sure that I’m right.

*****

I have been up 3/4 of the men here tonight.  Any one taking dick has taken me at some point.  I haven’t seen Ale since I came up from under Randy.

It’s getting late and loading in earnest is beginning.

Randy is in the sling.  One of the few all top men is fucking him.  With a loud grunt he fills Randy’s ass.  I kneel and clean up the top when he withdraws.  I lick up the leaky remains and push it back between Randy’s puffy ass lips.

I fuck him a bit, but I can see the Ginger Cub’s need is greater.  I give way.  In short work, GC explodes.  I go to my knees again.  The Cub marinates in the two loads for a long time.  He allows me to tongue him clean when he withdraws.  With his longer dick, there is not as much to clean up around the hole.  I just spit what was on his dick into the gape.

I stand up and fuck.  And I shoot.  I can’t believe it—it came out of nowhere.  But I go with it.  I feel myself pumping spurt after spurt into Randy.

The Rimmer is no his knees to clean me up.  He tastes the three loads in Randy briefly.  It’s too much for him.  He stands and unloads himself.  He holds onto the frame and we watch his body spasm with each spurt.

He marinates for a bit, too.  He is too tender to let me clean him up.  He makes way.  I lick up the leaking mess of 4 loads in Randy.  My face and beard ends up plastered in cum as I lick some out of him—and stand to share it with him in a wet, sloppy kiss.

I kneel back down—and Randy pushes.  His red rose bud, laced with the four loads of white semen emerges—beckoning for me to lick it clean…

(Both pictures are of Alejandro....thank him for allowing me to use them.)