Side By Side Slings

 West Michigan—September, 2020

I didn’t play for 20 days after the fourway, detailed in ‘A Quartet of Cum.’ 

I waited. 

I was fine.

I used my down time to begin to pack the house. 

And to check in with some fuck buds.  If anything good came out of this time, it was that I found men I had not been in touch with for months.  I dropped them a line on the hook up sites.  Or wrote them a long email.  Or sent them a series of texts.  The men I really knew, to a man, were being careful and in good health.  That was good news—and I needed some of that.  I wasn’t looking for sex—at least not initially, I needed to check in and see how they all were coping.  Many were not remotely ready for a romp, but it was great to re-connect.

But one couple, Jayce and Mark, really wanted to share my cock.  They had done nothing with anyone else since March.  One worked from home.  The other couldn’t work until his business would be allowed to re-open.  Would I come to their house on Saturday night? 

I went.  With my rimseat.

 

I am shown into the lower level office, next to the playroom.  We hug and chat about our lives over bottles of beer for them and water for me.  Mark goes off to step through the shower, leaving me with Jayce.  His sleeveless flannel shirt is open, revealing his very furry chest.  Soon enough, he is down on the floor between my legs, unbuttoning my 501’s.  He inhales deeply as he reaches my jock and moans in the back of his throat. His mouth is now all over it, leaving it wet.  He works my hardening dick out of the pouch, mostly with his teeth and with only one assist of his finger.  It springs up and he swallows me down, his full beard brushing my balls.  He keeps my dick deep in his throat, bobbing lightly on me, until he chokes.  He comes up for air…and does it all over again.

Mark comes back, wrapped in a towel and watches his partner suck me.  Soon the towel drops as his dick hardens.  He comes closer and feeds it to me.  He bottoms out in my mouth as Jayce takes me to the root—I love the feeling of giving and getting simultaneously. 

Mark goes to his knees and takes turns with Jayce.  There is always one on my dick and one on my balls.  They rotate from one position to the other with skill, leaving my cock and balls a sopping mess of mixed saliva.

“We should go into the playroom.”

I take the rimseat bag and follow Jayce as Mark goes upstairs to put on some leather.  On the far wall are two slings, side by side.  One is hung from the ceiling, the other from a frame.  There is a rolling table for lubes and toys.  There is a bondage chair—and just room for me to set up the rimseat to one side of a huge sink.

Jayce kneels as I stand up from putting the pillow under the seat.  He spends some more time on my dick—leaving me once again wet and hard as a rock.

“Get in the sling.  No, just bend over into it.”

With his feet on the floor, his hairy chest rests on the leather.  He grabs the chains.  I kneel and look at the full, hairy globes in front of me.  At this angle, I have to pull them apart.  Doing so makes my dick drool as I see his pink hole in the middle of all the dark fur.  My tongue drills into him.  Jayce gasps and makes the chains rattle.  Mark walks in and watches me eat his partner out.  I stop only briefly to glance at him and smile.  He’s in a harness, boots—and a cod piece that he has already unsnapped so he can stroke.

I spit one last time onto Jayce’s hole.  I stand up and smear my pre-cum around the already slightly puffy lips.  This makes Jayce groan.  His hole is open and ready.  I line up my cock and slide halfway in.  The poppers open.  I hear the huff.  His hole relaxes and I slide in the rest of the way.

I pause just for a moment.

“Fuck him,” says Mark.

I do.  Slowly and deliberately.  Mark moves to the side so he can see my dick enter his man.  Over and over.  Pulling out wet and shiny in the red light of the playroom. 

Mark moves behind me.  His cock is resting in my ass crack and his hands on my nipples.  He tweaks them.  Hard.  His hips begin to push into my butt to make me fuck Jayce faster.  I do.  Until all three of us are breathless.

We reposition.  Jayce climbs into the other sling in the usual way.  I kneel and eat his freshly fucked hole.  I turn and get a face full of cock.  I suck Mark for a moment—and spit all the juice I collect onto Jayce’s hole.  Mark moves around, eyeing us intently.

I stand and fuck Jayce.  Faster now.  Taking my pleasure.

Mark strokes.

“Do you want to take a turn?”

Mark grunts a “Yes.” 

I give way.  He fucks Jayce, harder and faster…then pauses to work a finger in alongside his cock.  Jayce whimpers.  My dick drips.

Mark tells me to fuck some more.  He reclines in the other sling to get a different angle to watch.  I fuck Jayce as hard as Mark was fucking him.  Then I pause, step to the side and begin eating out Mark.  Jayce babbles encouragement.  I stand up and slap my cock on Mark’s ass.

“You want it?”

“Fuck, yeah…”

I push in.  He sighs.  I pause, but Mark grunts out: “Fuck me.  Drill me, fucker.”

So I do. 

And then it’s back to Jayce.  I spend a happy ten minutes or so going from one hole to the other. 

Back and forth. 

Both men wanting to see their partner take it.

We pause. 

We drink. 

I get under the rimseat.  Mark sits on my face and Jayce sits on my dick.  It’s great to taste how wet I have made Mark’s hole.  Without any prompting, the guys switch—though Mark never really gets astride my dick.

Then it’s back to the slings.

I start with Jayce.  I piss on his hole, lick it and fuck it.

I move over to Mark and lick his crack—and fuck him hard.

Back in Jayce, Mark gets out of the sling.  “I’m gonna shoot.”

I move aside.  He steps up and sprays his partner’s well fucked chute.  He wipes the last drops off his dick on Jayce’s ball.

I kneel and push some of Mark’s cum into Jayce with my tongue.  I stand, and do the same with my dick.  Mopping up all I can find with my cock head—and drilling it into place.  The cum has made his hole even silkier.

One more taste—and I am shooting my pent up load deep into the bearded boy…

My other meet with Jayce and Mark is here.  And there you will find a further link to when we met.

Happy Holidays!

 I want to wish my readers good holiday cheer, even with…well, all this. 

And here’s to 2021!

It can only be better than 2020.

I didn’t really realize how long I’d been silent here.  Yesterday, I seemed to have snapped out of a self induced funk.  I’ve been well—and doing fine, mostly keeping to myself.  I have just not wanted to think about sex—which makes me miss it more and more.  To write up the few sexploits I had in the fall, I knew I would have to relive them…and that might lead me to take chances...

But I will write.  I miss it.  And I want to get caught up—as there is some hot sex to relate—pandemic be damned.

I can see from the blog’s analytics that many readers have been searching through the archive to find some favorite posts.  Thank you—I’m glad I can help in a miniscule way to help get us through this thing a little easier.

Stay as safe as you can. 

Happy Holidays!

 

 This year’s Christmas art is by Tom of Finland.  Of course.

Equipment Close-Up: The Blindfold

 It’s time for another Equipment Close-Up. 

The Blindfold.

This was one of the first things my brother sent me when he heard I bought a sling and was creating a playroom.  I remember asking him to recommend a good one.  I think we all know removing the visual from sex is a great way to heighten the rest of the senses.  You can always just tie a bandanna around the willing participant’s eyes.  But sometimes you want a little more.

I love this blindfold.  It’s good leather.  With a comfortable buckle.

 

The lining is what makes this blindfold a cut above.  It’s soft.  It caresses the face.  The fleece also helps cut the light that might come in around the edges.

I use it when I want the man in my sling to concentrate on his hole.  Or where ever I am touching him.  It’s time to stop looking in the mirror above and just let your skin respond to me.  I love moving around the sling so he never knows where my mouth or my cock or my fingers will be next. 

Lick his balls. 

Fuck his hole.

Run a finger around his puffy ass lips.

Piss on his pits and clean them with my tongue. 

All are good with sight…but when you don’t know what part of my body is going to do what to you—it can be exquisite.

I also used to use it driving home from the piss party in Chicago.  I would pull into the rest area when I was too tired to drive farther, hunker down in the seat with my long legs on the dashboard and slip this on to cut any light.  And slept.

I hope I inspired a number of trucker fantasies….

 

A CLAW roommate napping in the blindfold, just after an early dinner, resting up for a night of debauchery.

A Cause for Celebration!

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A Quartet of Cum

 Lansing—September, 2020

I stayed home each time after my fisting meets.  Work was over, so that part was pretty easy.  A week into my second self-isolation, I got a text from the couple who live north of me—and who I usually see, in normal times, at the monthly gathering of like minded, bareback loving men in Grand Rapids.  They wondered how I was doing—and if I was playing with anyone.  I told them what I had done—the motel and the fistings.  They had done nothing since spring—and wanted to see what the three of us might feel comfortable doing.  We talked (one of them works in health care, no less,) and we agreed we would be fine with the three of us to meet by the weekend.

And then it grew to four.  They really wanted to include a versatile man to give the top in the relationship a new hole to fuck.  It was a man they knew and trusted….and so I went for it.

It was a great fall day to drive north.  My hosts answered the door. 

(The top is tall and thin, and graying at the temples.  His dick is about my length—but is significantly thicker as you go down the shaft.  He loves me to fuck a hole first—so he has an easier time getting in.  His other half (Tim) is versatile, a few years younger, shorter and good looking.) 

We chatted in their living room as we waited for the fourth man.  We didn’t have to wait long.  Soon Tim ushers in a man in his mid 40’s.  He was fit, built and reminded me of the man in the pit where I get my oil changed.  I was instantly hard.

We all were given a bottle of water and headed for the master bedroom…

 

We strip down.  Everyone keeps on some kind of a jock, but the other Top.  I kneel and lace up my boots.  When I straighten up, the guy I don’t know is kneeling on the bed and trying to get the Top’s cock all the way down his throat.  Tim is watching and stroking.  I tell him to kneel on the bed and I go to my knees and dive into his ass.  My tongue finds his warm pucker and begins to massage it open.  I spit three or four times and stand up to fuck.

The new guy is choking on dick—but in a hot kind of way.  I wipe a drool of pre-cum from my dick head on the wet hole in front of me and slide halfway in. Tim groans, poppers up—and his ass welcomes me all the way in.  I fuck.  The sound of my nuts slapping the fleshy ass makes the new guy pull off the dick and look at us.  He repositions himself so Tim can suck his cock—as my mechanic fantasy goes back to sucking the Top.  

I fuck hard and fast

We shift again, each of us now tasting the New Guy in turn.  When we aren’t sucking him, we find another cock or ass to feast on.  Tim gets the New Guy hardest and sits on it, to the delight of his partner.  I take my turn of the Top’s dick, swallowing him nicely until the dreaded bulge, as he watches his boy get impaled.

The guys re-position the fuck.  Tim is on his knees, NG is standing up to fuck.  I squirm under Tim so I can lick the underside of NG’s dick as he plows Tim.  The Top sucks me.  NG loves my tongue on his shaft and balls as he fucks—and says so, calling me a ‘fucking pig.’ 

Tim is fucked harder now.  I have to suck Tim’s dick to get out of the way as NG drills him.

Finally, Tim pulls off him, collapsing on me.  “We should take this upstairs to our playroom.”

We all agree.  I grab my bag but am stopped by the New Guy saying, “Let me suck that again.”

I let him.  And in moments he goes from getting my dick wet to kneeling on the bed, pleading with me to go easy on his ass.  I tease his hole with my wet cock.  Just my dripping cock head is sucked into his hungry hole.  I don’t go deep.  Just enough to make him pant.

“Let’s go find our hosts.”

We grab our water bottles and go upstairs to what was once a maid’s room.  There is a big bed, a sling on a frame and a rimseat.

“We got the rimseat so you wouldn’t have to bring yours,” I’m told.

NG bends over the bed and announces he needs to be fucked.  I look at the Top.  He graciously gives me the go ahead with a wave of his hand.  His partner kneels and sucks the Top’s big dick as I kneel and eat out the ass I had toyed with downstairs.  I lick and prod his hole with my tongue.  He does poppers and begins pleading with me to get my dick in him.

I stand up and drive it home.  He takes it all the while giving the sexiest moans.  He’s a great fuck—a hole that talks to my dick and knows when to tighten and when to loosen up.  The Top stands and watches me fuck.  Our eyes connect.  I know he wants a turn.  I lean across NG’s back and whisper in his ear that he’s about to get a thicker cock.

His only response is to inhale poppers again.  I pull out and the Top fucks him without mercy.  My cock is cleaned by Tim—before he leans over the bed and inserts it into his ass.  The two men bottoming reach out and hold onto each other as they take more than seventeen inches of dick between them.

This does it for NG.  We’ve turned him.  He does not top again the entire session.  I fuck Tim in the sling, while NG rides the Top prone on the bed.

Then we switch holes.  Tim rides his partner and I fuck NG in the sling. 

I get under the rimseat and eat out Tim’s wet, loose hole.  I can hear the Top pounding into NG.  Suddenly there is a cry—The Top has to be unloading in NG.  Tim stands up, straddling me.  I can’t move, even if I want to.

“Sit here.” 

It’s Tim directing NG to sit on the rimseat—and for me to eat his partner’s load out of the dripping, hairy ass.

He sits, poppers up and the cum from his hole begins to drip into my mouth.  I clean him up, getting every drop my tongue can find.  I tongue fuck him, over and over.  I hear the Top go downstairs.

Tim pulls NG up off the seat.  “Get in the sling,” he tells him.  Tim helps him into the stirrups as I raise the seat and stand up.  “You should cum in his ass,” Tim says.

“You don’t want it?”

“I have had it plenty of times…give it to him—and fuck in the cum still in there.”

I spit in my hand and slather it on my dick.  I slide in.  Tim stands to the side, working NG’s nips with one hand while beating off his own dick.  NG kneads his semi hard.  I fuck him.  Hard and long strokes.

Then by standing still and moving the sling back and forth on my rampant hard on.

“Fill him up,” Tim croons.  “Breed him.”

“Yeah, give me more seed…” NG moans around the popper bottle held to his mouth.

I pick up the tempo—and explode deep inside the wet ass.

Tim hears me—and fires across the hairy chest in front of him.

My hand swipes up some of his load and coats my cock with it.

“Fuck it into him,” groans Tim.

I do.

The New Guy’s cock hardens as he realizes what just happened. 

And he drools out a load…