Pissing On His Ass

I don’t think this picture has ever made it to the blog.  It was taken around 2004—just as I was experimenting with piss play.  Check out that piss dripping off his hot ass and balls.  You know my tongue was in there the moment after this was snapped. 

This was a couple I played with quite a bit at that time—and then they moved. 

I am pretty sure I filled his ass with piss at the end of the evening.  I would guess, even with his great clean out, I wasn’t ready to taste it out of his ass back then…

Relief on the Way Home

Northwest Indiana—May, 2019

I drove home the day after the IML CumUnion.  I told myself that it was the best thing to do.  I was sated.  I would start my harder than uusual summer work sessions refreshed. 

I believed it until I got near the exit to the best of the bookstores I frequent when I am working in Indiana.  I took it, parked and began to troll for cock or ass.  I had bought the combo ticket so I could use both the booths with the gloryholes and sit in the cinema. 

There is activity here on a Monday afternoon.  I saunter through the arcade.  The booth doors are closed and locked.  There are no holes open.  I go into the cinema.  I stand behind the back partition where all the action happens.  There is good ‘two men on one girl’ porn playing…and a mouth is on my cock the moment I unbutton. 

My eyes haven’t adjusted to the darkness.  And he must have been on his knees when I walked in.  My cock gets hard in his mouth.  It cuts off his air and he chokes.  He coughs and takes my dick out of his mouth for just a moment, giving a satisfied sigh.  He goes back to giving me excellent head.  Lots of attention to the shaft, to my balls and to my piss slit.  He stops only because his knees give out.

I give him an arm to help him get up.  He’s older.  Hairy and hot enough.  I return the favor by taking his limp dick into my mouth.  He orgasms in moments without ever getting hard.  He leaves.  I wish I hadn’t gotten his load—for I am now the only man on this side of the building for a long time.

I go explore the arcade again.  Doors are open.  The men have gone.  I find Ryan—FB and one time blogger—coming out of a booth.  We chat and catch up back in the cinema.  I suck him for a bit—and a hot young Black man comes in.  He joins us, his dick hard and insistent.  He sucks me.  I suck him.  Ryan sucks him.  He sucks Ryan.  I drop to my knees and we each lick on side of Ryan’s cock.

Ryan takes a break to go back to the Arcade.  The Young Man hesitates—then asks if I fuck.  I nod and he greases up his ass with some foul smelling lubricant before I can stop him.  Damn, I wanted to eat that ass…

I use my own lube on myself.  He bends—using the partition to brace himself.  I prod at his tight hole.  My cock is finally allowed in.  I have maybe two inches into him.

“Stop—Please!”

I hold.

“Out.  I can’t…”

I pull out reluctantly.

A new man arrives.  He falls to his knees and takes the Young Man into his mouth.  The kid shoots instantly after all our play.  And the new fucker spits the load out on the crusty wooden floor.

*****

It’s quiet for a long time after that.  I know I should hit the road, but I stay.  No one has come into the cinema in easily 15 minutes.  I go across to the arcade.  There is one set of adjoining booths in use.  I go into another.  I feed the machine from the pile of tokens I was given on my admission.  I don’t wait long.  I hear the men leave the booths that were busy.  A man comes in to the cubicle next to me and drops tokens.  A hard, uncut cock, with a lot of foreskin still covering the head comes through the gloryhole.  I go to my knees.  I work the foreskin back with my lips and tongue.  I lick the shiny head. 

The man groans behind the partition.  He begins thrusting into my mouth.  He is whimpering and talking in Spanish.  I am prepared to take the Latino load—and just as fast he pulls out of my mouth and hisses “No cum yet!” 

He leaves the booth, the bad porn on his side still blaring.

I wait a little, but there is no one else.

I do myself up and find the short married Mexican who has to be the proud owner of all that foreskin, but he won’t look me in the eye…

*****

I sit in the cinema so I don’t have to feed the booths.  I have been alone in the place for a good 10 minutes.  I tell myself to leave.  But it’s always ‘just one more scene…oh, after the next cum shot…I’ll go after this one…’ and a new man walks in.  He is not much to look at, but he sits next to me and is on his knees in moments.  His mouth is velvet.  He has one of those tongues which is constantly moving over and around as he sucks cock.

He’s happy.

I’m happy.

Then…

“Do you like your ass eaten?”

I’m surprised, but nod.  We go behind the partition.  I drop my pants, leaving my ass framed by the straps of the jock.  I lean forward onto the wall and let that magic tongue go to work.  His very soft hands, soon replace mine stroking my cock as he burrows into me.

“You taste so good.”

I bliss out.  I do some poppers.

And I’m close.

I try to take back my cock—but he keeps stroking and rimming.

I can’t take it.  I shoot my load all over the low wall.  It runs down and joins the pool of cum which the idiot spat out…

IML CumUnion in the Hole

Chicago—May, 2019

I went to my hotel after the piss party wonderfully satiated.  I had some food and fell asleep—soundly.  I woke occasionally, in that not quite awake/not quite asleep state, to piss every 45 minutes or so.  I was ravenous the next morning and had a huge breakfast.

I knew the sex had been great the night before, since here I was in Chicago during IML and I didn’t get on any of the sex apps during the day or even think about heading down to the host hotel.  But I was headed to a big sex party tonight—it was CumUnion in the Hole.

I relaxed the rest of the afternoon.  I wanted to be there pretty close to the start time.  I leathered up and covered it all with my flight suit.  I drove the few short blocks and found parking fairly easily.  I went in, paid the fee and headed down the stairs…

I make my way through the bar.  I strip off the suit and stuff it in my bag.  I stick poppers in the top of my right sock and my lube in the waistband of my chaps.  I hand in my bag to the talkative bag check man.

“Lucky you,” he says, handing me my numbered ticket.  “Hope it’s a good omen for you.  Not that you need it with…” and he looks at the bulging yellow pouch of my jock, “…that.”

I look at the ticket.  I’m number 69.  I grin and thank him. 

The room beyond the bag check is small.  Dark.  And low ceilinged.  I have to duck an occasional water pipe above me.  There are two slings and a long padded bench for men to kneel on side by side.  There are also a few barrels to use as support if you are bent over.  And the room is full.  Slings are busy.  Men are on their knees sucking cock.  Others are groping each other.  Kissing.  I see three men, all ass up on the padded bench waiting for tops.  One lucky daddy is getting his cock sucked by one young man and his ass eaten by another.

The crowd is so thick down the middle of the room, I can barely move.  I inch towards the back corner.  Hands are everywhere.  Squeezing my cock.  Squeezing my exposed butt cheeks.  One insistent finger actual tries to ream its way inside my hole.  I finally make it into the back corner.  I hunker down on a barrel and watch, feeling my cock grow inside the pouch of my jock.  Condensation, from the pipe above me drips on my shoulder occasionally.

“May I?”  It’s the cute Latino rimmer from the piss party.  He kneels in front of me, takes my cock out and begins a slow sensuous tonguing of my dick and, especially, my balls.  He gets them good and wet.  Then, rather noisily, he begins sucking my cock in earnest.  Guys turn and watch us.  One man helps out by lightly chewing my nipples.  Soon this man is sucking my dick as my Latino friend goes back to my balls.  I close my eyes and let the feelings wash over me.

“Please.  Let me lick your ass again.”

I stand up and bend, hands on the barrel.  The Latino dives in, slurping noisily.  The other man squirms between me and the barrel to keep sucking my cock.  Now I’m the Daddy with a young man’s mouth on both sides of me.  It feels wonderful.

And then they are gone. 

I join the line to fuck a leather daddy in the sling…

*****

I have fucked half a dozen men in the first hour.  Two in the sling. Then the hottest ass in the line up of the guys next to each other on the padded area.  The rest just bent over and holding on to the wall, or the sling frame or a barrel.  It’s hard to move with this crowd.  I finally need to get out of it and breathe.

I fight my way through to the bar.  Some play is happening out here, but it’s more about drinking and chatting.  I go down the corridor to the right of the bar.  There is a hallway here that is used for play on regular bar nights.  It’s empty.  But there is an open door.  I go in.  It’s another play area, maybe slightly bigger which I didn’t know existed.  There are fuck benches, a sling and a high shelf to lean against.  Two small groups of men are here. There is room to breathe—and fuck.

Instantly I am attracted to the hot ass jutting towards me from a cute 20-something man leaning on the shelf.  I go over.  He groans as I kneel behind him and begin rimming his fucked out hole.  He is dripping with load.  I clean him up—pushing some of it back into him.

“Can you taste how busy I’ve been?”  he asks.

I grunt something affirmative and drill him with my tongue.  This time I swallow.

“Eat my used cunt…”

I spit a dollop of cum back onto his stretched pucker.  I stand up.  “I’m gonna fuck that cum deeper.”

As much as he’s been fucked tonight, my cock is still a momentary challenge for him.  But he takes it—and in seconds, his hole is open and swallowing every inch I can shove into him.  I fuck him hard, occasionally giving him a stinging slap on the ass.

I pull out.  My cock is coated with other people’s cum.  “Clean it up,” I tell him.  The man turns and ravenously swallows me down.  My cock emerges spit shined to slide back up his hungry ass.

I fuck him until a Black dude wants up him.  I look again—it’s my buddy from Indy.  I gladly give him a turn up this slick hole.  I stick my newly covered dick back into the pig’s mouth.

We rotate ass to mouth a few times around. 

Then I fuck my buddy as he is fucking the pig.

We all break.  I stick around and talk to the pig.  He looks like the American version of my Canadian FB, Franklin.  We chat and he tells me he hosts a house party every few months in Chicago.  I give him my particulars…

*****

I stay in the cooler, less populated room and have room to actually do things like kneel to eat ass before I fuck it.

I fuck an older man in the corner.  He takes a hit of poppers and passes out.  I catch him on the way down or he would have landed right on his head.  He recovers fast…but I hang around until he can get up on his own.

I fuck at the sling.  But mostly I have guys come to me as I lean against the shelf and show off my cock.  I have men of every color trying out my cock.  Some fuck for a long time.  Some want just to see if they can take it.  One self proclaimed ‘top only’ backs on to me when he thinks no one is looking…

*****

Later.

Two young men and one my age are all bent over on the shelf, waiting for dick.  I start on the left.  It’s a hot ebony ass of a man I have seen at IML on other years.  He’s a great fuck.  He tells the older man next to him how much he loves my big dick.

“Give it to me, too,” he grunts.

“I’m fucking you all,” I tell him.  I pull out of my Black bud and into the older white man.  His ass is creamy and good.  And he knows how to milk me.  I hold still and let him do it. 

A young Arab is next.  He beats his cock as he watches me fuck the other two—waiting his turn.  I pull out, spit on his hairy butt and push in.  “Fuck me,” he croons.

Another top is now in my Black bud.  We lock eyes and grin.  He follows my lead and goes from one to the other.  I go back to the head of the line when he is ready for the Arab.  A third top joins us.  We fuck them all harder now—showing off for the other tops.

I take charge.  “Change,” I bark out.  We all shift to a new ass.  We do this until the last top to join us shoots in the Arab.  The other top and I stop fucking, kneel and take turns felching the dripping Arab butt, snowballing his cum between us…and eventually to the euphoric Arab. 

*****

Late night.  I need to shoot.  The crowd has thinned drastically.  There have been a number of men I have fucked tonight who I would like to seed. 

And I can’t find any of them. 

The sling is actually empty in the first room.

And then I bump into the cum loaded guy who reminded me of Franklin having a drink before going home.

“You want one more load?”

He looks at me in disbelief that I had actually asked that question.  He downs his drink and we go back to the spot where I had first plundered him.  I kneel.

He leans over, arching his butt within inches of my face.  I dig into his pronounced ass lips.  He’s been busy since we last saw each other.  He is totally loaded again.  I lick and eat.  I whimper, it’s so damn good—just what I need at this moment in time.

I stand up and insert into the creamy mess running out of his all but open hole.  He grunts as I hit home.  I can’t fuck for long and he knows it.  He clamps down on me and I fire into him.  Over and over.  Holding onto his slim hips for dear life…

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If I say “I’m back!” I’ll jinx it….but I think I am.  I should be able to play catch up very fast…

Thinking About the Next Post

A June morning when I couldn't write...

Piss Whores at the IML Piss Party

Chicago—May, 2019

I was here in Chicago—but it wouldn’t be for long.  My summer work load picked up this year before IML was even over.  But I had two days and I was determined to have enough sex to keep me semi-sated over the summer.

I sat in the car, parked behind the bar where the piss party took place.  It is usually 4 hours long.  For IML it was starting two hours earlier.  I was primed.  I had been drinking constantly since my arrival at the motel.  I needed to piss…but I ignored the urge.  I got out and went to check in…

There is a line to get in.  A great sign.  I pay, sign in and strip.  I am wearing my jock reserved for piss and my yellow edged neoprene harness.  And boots—the boots that I only wear for this party.  I park my bag with the cute otter on duty.  (He is so busy with the bigger than average crowd, I get no time to play with him.)  I fill my water bottle, turn and survey the room.  There are twice as many people here in the first 30 minutes.  Piss is already flowing.  I see a sub kneeling in the corner, hands behind his back.  I decide he’ll get m first piss load.  I start towards him.

“Hey!”

I’m waylaid but a cute man in his 30’s who looks slightly familiar.  Tall and slim, he is wearing neoprene shorts that hug his hot bubble butt and a harness. 

“We met last year at this party.  Want to fuck me again?”

I usually take some time to work up to fucking, but I want him.  Bad.  We walk to the barrels below the big screen television.  He drops to his knees on the only slightly damp concrete and digs out my dick.  He gives me expert head.  I am so ready to fuck his ass.  He gets up and turns.  His shorts have a slit, maybe an open zipper—either way his ass crack is exposed.  He bends, holding on to the barrels.  It’s my turn to kneel.  I eat his ass.  I lick his crack and dig into his not very tight pucker.  He’s already had someone up there—likely at his hotel, not here.  I stand up.  My cock pokes at the now wet hole.  And I piss him.  All over the exposed ass flesh.  All over the neoprene, too. 

He groans and calls me a dirty fucker.  “Stick it in me.  Piss fuck me, man.”

I have run out of piss by the time I enter him, but I remember that instruction for later.  I go balls deep with ease.  His groans of pleasure are making people turn towards us.  My loud fucking of Neoprene Shorts makes them come over to us.  Men stroke as they comment on my raw cock splitting this guy open in the first few moments of the party.

One man in the crowd knows me.  He comes over and lets loose a piss load all over my pumping dick.  I fuck it into NS who moans “Piss fuck me, Daddy.”  I keep fucking it into him until our donor runs dry.  I pull out—and NS spins around to clean my cock.

“Anytime tonight,” he says, pausing in the cleaning, still holding my sodden cock in one hand.  “Just fuckin’ use me…”

I meet him again and again over my five hours here.

*****

I suck various cocks. 

I let various men suck me.

I sit and tank up in the back corner.  My bladder needs to be filled again.  I sit and stroke, watching Neoprene Shorts getting fucked as he hangs onto the bar.

“Let me do that for you.”

I look up.  A younger Latino is standing there.  He is naked but for rubber shorts and black knee pads piped in yellow.  I let go of my dick.  He strokes it for about three light pulls—and is then kneeling, hungrily taking me to the root.  He is excellent.  His tongue feels thick and warm as it caresses every inch of my hard cock.  He goes down to lick my balls as well, which must still smell of my first fuck.  He washes them clean with his licking. 

“Please.  Let me lick your ass.”

I hunker down and lift my legs.  His handsome face is instantly there.  He digs deep into me.

The same man who hosed my dick down earlier is watching us.  He suddenly covers my raised ass with his piss.  The Latino slurps hungrily, swallowing all he can.  Another guy starts pissing us.  My ass is covered—but the Latino licks me until he dries me with his tongue…

*****

“How many cocks?” I ask Neoprene Shorts. 

“About ten.” 

I sink down and taste his ass.  It’s wonderful. 

“There’s a load in there, too.” 

I dig deeper.  Yup.  I swallow some.  I fuck him again—at the bar.  I churn the load.  Another pig cleans my cock as I pull out of him.  This pig spits it back on NS’s hole and fucks it back into him…

*****

I greet my bearish friends from Palm Springs.  My standard greeting here—grab their cock, piss on it and kneel to clean it up.  I take turns with the top of the couple fucking his hairy partner.  We fuck the piss out of him…

*****

I meet up with two men who attended my watersports class at CLAW.  They are having a blast.

I make sure to piss on many cocks fucking willing bottoms.

*****

An African American pig finds me and leads me to the corner.  He gives me head.  Pisses on my cock and cleans it.  I piss on his ass and lick it up.  And, of course, fuck him.

The next time we meet up he whispers in my ear that he wants me to use taboo words—to ‘degrade this xxxxxx faggot.’  I go up his ass, lean across his back and whisper the hateful words in his ear.  He squeezes down on my cock and shoots a load all over the floor.

*****

I am extremely well hydrated, but have drunk very little piss.  I can’t fuck for much longer.  It is approaching the fifth hour of play.  I find Neoprene Shorts still bent over at the bar.

“How many loads?”

“Five,” he grins.  “And like 40 cocks.”

“Fuck…”

“I need to go home.  One last fuck?”

I eat his hole for a long time.  I can taste load, but they are not really oozing out of him.  I stand up and slip into him.  Now I can feel the slickness of the cum.  I fuck him hard.  Churning the loads.  And out of the blue I realize I am pissing up his hole.  He feels it and reaches back to hold me in place.  I can’t stop.  I go on and on.

Finally I run dry.  My cock has soften slightly with the onslaught of piss.  I fuck a little.  He is incredibly full.

I pull out.  I kneel behind him.  “Feed me.”

“Drink the piss from my ass,” he says, loud enough for the bartender to hear.  “Drink every drop.”

My mouth seals around his hole.  He pushes slightly…and it comes out of him in a gusher.  Piss mixed with the five cum loads.  On and on.  I swallow it all.  Every drop.  But for the mouthful I save for his mouth.

I want to cum in him, but his ass is done.

I find the Black guy—still here after his cum explosion.  “Take my load, fag.”

I bend him over, his head in the cage at the front of the bar.  My cock plows into him and I explode.  Over and over.

I pull my cock out with a willing felcher, already on his knees, waiting.  We both love the white cum seeping out of his black crack.  I push the guy’s face into the mess I’ve made and go find my bag…

Jake On Flattened Fuck Bench

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