Equipment Close-up: The Gas Mask

Equipment Close-up:  The Gas Mask

I think it was as soon as the drive home from pissing on the ex-marine, I resolved to get a gas mask.  (I almost added ‘for my play room’—but it was a good 10 years before I had the space to set one up.) 

I found one on a military surplus site.  Russian, I believe.  I bought it.

I knew I wanted to feel that rush of piss down the air hose and see how much I could swallow.  I tried it several times, with a number of willing fuck buds. 

Just pulling the mask over my head put me in a mindset I was not used to.  It is tight.  The rubber clings to your flesh.  (I knew a number of sub-ish men who would like that feeling far more than I.)  Breathing feels labored.  And loud.  You hear each intake of your breath.  Add the hose to it, and that air feels far away. 

I knelt in the shower of a friend’s house.  He touched my shoulder.  “You ready?”  His voice was deadened by the loud sound of my breathing filling my ears.  I nodded and he held the hose to his cock.  He started to piss.  A trickle at first.  It shot down the tubing and into my mouth.  It changed the flavor, making it slightly more chemical tasting.  Suddenly his flow reached maximum output.  

The mask was totally full of his piss.  I was swallowing as much as possible, but my entire face was covered and my breathing was cut off.  I swallowed once more and had to rip the mask off my face to get some air.

I panted and coughed. 

I love drinking piss, but I am such a “straight from the tap” kind of guy.  I like feeling his dick in my mouth before it erupts.  This had some of that “I pissed in a bottle—now drink it” feel, that I could care less about. 

But, even as I knelt there, panting, I knew there were men who would love it more than I…

I tried it again, a few weeks later.

And another time.

I could never quite handle that flood cutting off all my air.

The fourth time the mask came out, I pissed a sub boy.  He loved it.  He almost shot his load as he drank down all my piss spewing down the air hose.

I don’t have a lot of those men in my stable—but I have found a new use for the mask.

Fisting bottoms love to check out while wearing it.  I have used electrical tape to make a little pocket at the end of the breathing screen where the hose used to attach.  

A cotton ball is soaked in poppers and placed there.  It makes for a great no hands needed high for them while they concentrate on how I am stretching their hole.

The Masked Marine

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Re-Post: Banging the Birthday Boy

I miss my friends Rod and Brice. 

They are the Chicago men who threw great New Year’s Eve orgies.  We could fuck in the new year with 10 to 15 men, and I would have a steady diet of cum from felching all the used holes.

But they moved to warmer climes in California.

I have been talking to a lot of my far flung fucks during the lock down and they were no exception.

I scrolled through their write ups--and I found this piece.  It’s a birthday party instead of NYE, but just as hot…

Here is Banging the Birthday Boy—follow the link HERE.

Re-Post: Voyeur

I was texting with Alejandro this afternoon.  He is the man who has occasionally flown in from the east coast for a good piss fuck.  He was telling me how horned he was…how sex was all he could think of…and how it had been so long, he felt like a virgin again.  I finally admitted to him that I had just sort of stopped doing anything.  And that doing nothing was easier for me than jerking every night in lieu of being able to do anything else.  

Which really is my solution--to make sure I don’t take unnecessary chances in virus-ridden Michigan.

The down side of my decision is that it affects my writing here.  I have three adventures from March to get down in print.  I hadn’t really made the connection, that I used my constant state of arousal to fuel my writing.  I mean, it’s pretty obvious—but I had never thought of it quite in those terms.

So for tonight, we will settle for another tale from the archive.

I have always liked to show off.  Here is a very wet fuck I threw in the playroom—and we had a voyeur.

Hot and a little weird… 

That sounds really good right now.

The re-post for Voyeur, from 2016, is HERE.

Re-Post: The IML Video Fuck

What a horny group of readers you are! 

The number of pageviews here these last weeks have been very, very high.  I am glad to be of service to you all.

I have been very busy with work—trying to salvage my last project here before I leave/retire.  I have three more exploits from March to write up—so maybe I can get the first of those done this weekend.

To tide you over—and as it is the month when I should be at IML, here is video from that gathering a few years ago.  When I published it the first time, it caused quite a stir.

It is so much better to have a videographer than hold the camera yourself—as you shall see.  It’s short—but even I find it hot, which is not always the case when I am watching myself.

Enjoy.  Wank.  Aim carefully.  Work on your devil’s dick…

Re-Post: IML--Piss Party with a Saint

So here is another re-post.  I was talking this morning to a potential partner, once things have settled a little more, about the piss party in Chicago.  I haven’t been lately.  And I miss it.

This is also the month where we should be having IML.

So here’s an IML piss party from 2012.

I played with the Saint of the title one other IML….and still talk to him on Recon.

Here is IML--Piss Party with a Saint.

Re-Post: Juan's Motel Sex Party

I miss Juan.  He has moved to the west coast.

Whenever I visited Chicago, I would check in with this pig.  He would take me to the bathhouse—then we’d go our separate ways and fuck.  We’d meet up every so often so I could felch all the loads in his ass.  He was hot, small boned, Latino and men loved to seed him.  You had to be careful if you stuck your dick in him—for he could coax a load out quicker than almost anyone.

I thought I would re-post one of the bathhouse trips—but then I saw this threeway with pictures…

Click HERE.

Enjoy!

For more Juan, find his name in the label cloud.  Or at the bottom of this post.  Or read the one before this post…or right after it….

Fuck Party: Loading Zane

Chicago—February, 2020

The last day of February I returned to Chicago to see Zane, the scent pig, again.  There was to be a huge sex party at his place hosted by his house mates.  Being a polite pig, I took the fuck bench and rimseat as Zane told me they had more than enough slings.

And indeed they did.  The entire house was converted to play areas.  We set up the fuck bench in the basement where there were two slings and a huge bed.  The rimseat was put in the biggest bedroom.  I helped put protective covers on the furniture in the main living area.  Zane and I made up the bed we’d shared on my first trip—and that I would sleep on that night—after dozens of men had fucked on it.

I ate a little, stripped to my jock and boots before going up to the attic room where I had played with Zane earlier in the month.  I stretched out on the bed and closed my eyes while the hosts cleaned up and out.  I may have truly fallen asleep, for the next thing I was aware of was feeling Zane nuzzle the mound of cock in my grungy Fukdto jock…

He stops, and looks up at me as I open my eyes.  Zane, still in jeans and a tee, grins and goes back to licking the piss and cum stained fabric.  Now I can begin to smell it—as he reactivates the dried juices.  He slides up and over me to deliver a kiss—the acrid taste of myself and countless others on his tongue.

“I thought I might find you up here,” he whispers in my ear.

I hear noises downstairs.  Guests must be arriving.  Zane kisses me again and goes back down to suck my cock.

“You know,” I tell him, “we should be doing this in public downstairs.”

“Yup—let’s go make them hard.”

I follow him down to the kitchen.  Men are everywhere.  I’m likely the oldest of the group.  And the only one all but naked.  Everyone is having a cocktail, fully dressed.  Zane leads me into the kitchen and kneels by the stove.  Everyone has to pass us to get to the bar—and get an eyeful of my engorged dick now in Zane’s mouth.  A number of the men chuckle or give me a thumbs up as they pass.  Two different men stop and ask to take a turn—so Zane comes up to kiss me or lick my pits as the new guy works on my dick.

A cute blond of maybe 30 is the first to strip down.  He is the third guest on my dick.  This time Zane indicates he needs to help out at the bar—so I am left with the blond.

Eventually he comes up for air.  “Please tell me you fuck?”

I nod. 

We agree to go down to the basement play area.  It’s cold—the heat is just beginning to take the edge off the temperature down there.  He kneels by the huge bed and continues to get my cock wet.   I tell him to kneel on the bed.  He does—and I devour his downy haired ass.  He groans and tells me to “get his pig hole wet.”   I surprise him with the vigor of my tongue fucking.

Other men come down the stairs.  Both slings are now being used.  I stand up and slap my drooling dick slit down his crack.  It’s work to get into him, but I do.  I fuck—but in moments the boy apologizes and tells me he is just not ready for a cock my size.  “Please find me later.”  I leave him sprawled on the bed, ass up and ready for someone smaller.

I go upstairs.  Everyone is now naked or in fetish gear.  I refill my water bottle and head all the way up.  The bed I was napping on is now a seething mass of mostly naked bodies.  Men are fucking, sucking and rimming.  The sling up here is full too, and ringed with men jerking to the action.  There have to be at least 50 men in this house—and maybe more.

I join the dog pile on the bed by sticking my cock in a bear’s mouth as a hot youngster is fucking him. The top nods to me saying, “Feed him that cock—and then come fuck him.”  We flip around.  I am thrilled the bottom loves ass to mouth.  I fuck—and then feed him his ass juices on my dick.  I come around to fuck once more.  “Stick it up me this time,” mumbles the top—so I do.  I stand and let him fuck the bear and himself on me.

I go down a floor and eat freshly fucked ass on the guest room bed.  There is a bottom on each of the four sides…all in doggy.  One top is rotating through them all.  I follow by first eating out the man he just fucked and giving him a few strokes with my cock, too.  I love that the first man we both fucked is now so hard he is making the rounds with us, fucking the other bottoms…

*****

An hour later, I find Zane on my fuck bench.  A beefy bear is plowing him.  I go over and feed him my cock, the dick that has been in so many asses I’ve lost count.  He slurps me noisily and gladly.  I notice the top working his own mammoth nipples.  I lean over and take one in my mouth.  I lightly chew on his distended flesh.  And it works.  He loads Zane with much puffing and a strangled cry at the back of his throat.

I move around and clean his cock—saving all the juices to share with Zane.  The bear stands and watches us kiss and swap the cum and ass juice back and forth.  He is stroking his still hard cock as I move to felch some of his load out of Zane.  I share this feast with Zane, too.

I stand up to fuck.  The top watches me, cock in hand, sink into Zane’s sloppy hole.  I begin churning the remains of his load.  “I’m gonna shoot again!”  I pull out and he sticks his cock into Zane just before it goes off. 

Again I clean him and share, felch and share and fuck.   This time Zane cleans the creamy cum off my dick and kisses the top so he can taste his own cum.

“You like to eat ass?”  he asks me.

I nod.

“Do mine.”  I agree, but tell him I would rather use my rimseat.  Zane smiles—and gets back on the bench as another man comes over to use him.

The Bear and I go upstairs.  I am the first of this crowd to get under my rimseat.  The top who just gave Zane two loads sits.  His ass is hairy and huge and blacks out my vision.  I push and prod my way into his tight hole.  I hear him crack open some poppers.  He huffs—and his hole flowers open.  I lick and spit and prod him with my tongue.  His cock is still hard.  (Bless Trimix!)  He strokes it.

Soon he has a cock in his mouth as I rim his butt.  And someone else’s mouth is on my wet cock  The man on my cock stops sucking and sits on it.  He rides me expertly.  The top stands to feed the guy his dick.  And I see it is the Blond from the start of the evening who is straddling me.  With two dicks in him, he suddenly blasts a jet of cum all over my stomach.

Reluctantly he gets off me, thanking me for a great ride.  I taste his load.

“Use that to fuck me.”

It’s the top who I was just eating out speaking.  I coat my cock with jizz and stand up.  He leans against the bureau.  Between my tongue, the poppers and the cum on my dick, I slide right into what was twenty minutes ago a super tight hole.  He can’t take me for long, but I fuck at full strength. 

“I’m gonna shoot…”

I pull out and kneel.  He turns and coats my face and chest with his third load…

*****

I fuck.

I rim.

I don’t suck much cock, except to clean it.

I even have a lovely fisting moment late in the evening with a man I’ve known for years.

It’s after midnight now—and we started at 8pm.  Zane and I are working the sling in the upper area.  Men are here, looking for a hole to get off in and go home.  I constantly stop fucking and rimmng Zane to let some guy use him to drop his last load of the night.

Zane’s hole is incredibly creamy now.  Three friends find each other on the stairs—and see what I’m doing with Zane.  Cocks come out.  One after the other the three men stick their bigger than average black cocks in Zane and nut.  They all watch each other cream—and me begin to eat their loads.

“Look at that fucker go…”  One of them presses on the back on my head, pushing my face into the creampied hole.  He holds me there as I lick and swallow.  I couldn’t pull away…if I’d wanted to.

They leave.  I stand up.  My cock is throbbing.  We both know it’s time.  I sink into his over flowing hole.   I lean down and drizzle some of their cum into his open mouth. 

I bend closer.  “How many?”  I whisper into his ear.  “How many loads tonight?”

He shrugs.  “Twelve…??  Fifteen…??”

I smile and fuck him harder.

His eyes lock on mine.  “But I haven’t gotten the one I want…”

It’s my cue.  I begin to shoot up his sperm drenched hole…