Braydon's Cummy Ass

 Near Home—October, 2021

It was inevitable that after meeting Braydon by chance at the bookstore, we would want to do it again.  (That meet is here in The Reverse Felch.)  We set the day and time during the last few days of October.  I drove in after lunch and was pleased to see a number of cars in the parking lot…

 

Braydon is already here.  He nods to me as I buy my ticket and follows me into the straight theatre.  I sit for a moment.  He hovers on the back wall.  There are a fair number of men in the room.  Not one is doing anything sexually overt.  There is not even a surreptitious squeeze to the crotch.  I stand up, nod to Braydon and we go next door.

There is one man in here who eyes us for a moment before turning back to the screen.  I sit, spread my legs wide and haul out my hardening cock.  I look at Braydon standing against the wall.  He nods and gets on his knees in front of me.  He bends and begins giving me extremely good head.

The other guy watches us.  But he does not want to join.  Or even stroke to what we are doing.

Eventually he leaves.  We take a break.  Braydon goes to the arcade to see if he can find playmates; I go to the straight theatre.  We both return empty handed.

“Let’s fuck.  Show me your butt…”

He grabs a chair to lean on.  He pulls his pants down and I get my cock back out.  He bends.  I kneel.  My face plants into his extremely hairy ass crack.  My cock gets harder yet—until it is almost painful.

The door behind us opens.  A man I know, my age, walks down into my sight line.  He has appeared in this blog many times as he used to give motel parties—and always wanted me there.  Cam realizes it’s me and gropes himself. 

He watches me eat.  Lick.  Spit. Stand.  And enter the wet ass.  Even Braydon’s groaning does not make him unzip.  Obviously he has mistimed his Viagra.  I fuck slowly.  Nice long strokes to let Cam see my cock entering and exiting.

Eventually he gets hard enough to let Braydon suck his cock.  This makes me fuck hard.  I also slap Braydon’s ass once to get him back to squeezing down on my cock.

Cam suddenly zips up and leaves.  I ask if he shot. 

“Nope, not hard enough.”

I pull out and kneel to taste his fucked hole.  Braydon loves this—knowing how much his ass juices turn me on. 

The door opens again.  A man closer to Braydon’s age and build comes in—a very furry bear with a goatee.  His pants tent instantly.  He leans against the wall, watching me rim.  I stand up, slap my cock on Braydon’s bare butt and push back into his wet hole.

The new bear unzips with a “Damn…”  He takes out a nice thick dick and strokes it.

“Use his mouth, man.  It’s why he’s here.”

He moves to Braydon’s head,  and is quickly engulfed.

“Oh, yeah…He’s good.”  He stands still and let’s Braydon do his job. 

“You want to fuck him?”

“I’d love to—but…oh, fuck!”  He begins to dump his load in Braydon’s mouth.  It goes on and on.

“Don’t swallow it all,” I bark.

Braydon knows what I want.  When the guy finally pulls out of his mouth, I pull out of his ass and move to the side.  My cupped hand is under Braydon’s mouth.  He drools a huge load into my palm—so big I can’t keep it all on my hand.  I look at the Bear and coat my dick with his semen. 

“Fuck…” he sighs as he sees me fuck his cum into Braydon’s sloppy hole.  The hole that was feeling good is now transformed into the smoothness that only a load of jizz can give.  I fuck him slowly—and deeply.  I want it to stay inside him.  At least for now.

“So hot,” says the Bear as he zips up.  “Thanks.”  He touches Braydon’s shoulder—and then mine.  “I guess I bred him after all.”   He leaves.

I fuck a little more in the velvety ass canal.

The door opens.  It is the Latino who always want me to fuck him—and who never cleans out.  And while he still touches his ass as he drops his trousers, he is rock hard and sticks his foreskin covered cock into Braydon’s mouth.

He matches my thrusts.  Then points to the ass I’m fucking.  I pull out and he sinks his cock into Braydon.  I go around and feed Braydon some of the Bear’s cum off my cock.  I watch the Latino push in—his eyes light up.   He wasn’t expecting a load in him already.  He fucks Braydon hard and fast.

I indicate I want back in.  He brings his cock back to Braydon’s mouth.  I can only guess how much cum is trapped in the over abundance of skin on the Latino’s cock head.  I fuck for a bit.  Braydon cleans cock.

We switch again.  This time the Latino indicates he wants me to fuck him as he fucks Braydon.  I don’t want to risk it—though I normally love that position. 

This time, after he pulls out the Latino let’s himself be cleaned—but he puts his cock away and leaves.  I sink into Braydon’s ass.  Is it creamier yet?  I can’t tell for sure.  But my cock goes into overdrive just at the thought.  I fuck into him significantly harder.

And blast deep into his hole…grabbing onto him for support.

 

 

Braydon reached the milestone of being added to the label cloud.  You can find all his adventures with me by clicking on his name.

Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur

 Lansing—October, 2021

A few days later, I got an invite from the couple I usually see at the monthly orgy.  With that group currently on hold, they asked if I would be interested in a meeting at their house.  It would be the two of them, likely the friend they had lately been bringing to the orgy and anyone I wanted to invite.  I immediately thought of Keshawn— who I quickly learned was intrigued and available. 

He drove to my house—and I drove us the rest of the way north.  We made small talk as Keshawn cleaned up after hours of driving.  When he was ready—we all trooped up the stairs to their playroom.

 I looked around the space as I slipped out of my clothes.  There is a double bed and a sling suspended from the rafters.  The rimseat sits between the two.  There is a Jim Support fuck bench near the foot of the bed.  The men are hot and eager.  The couple is just under my age.  The top has a dick almost my length, but thicker.  The versatile, Tim, has a shorter, but thick cock and usually spends the first half of a session fucking and the last taking it.  Their friend is heavily tatted and tops occasionally—but one of us is usually in his muscle butt.  Keshawn is eager to impress his hosts—his massive cock is hard and swinging.  I tuck my lube into my jock and join the others who are kissing and letting their hands play over willing flesh…

 

“Don’t be surprised, there will be one more of us,” the Top Host tells us.  “He likes to arrive when the action has started.  He will mostly watch…but will play if he gets hot enough.”

We all make some sort of verbal acknowledgment and go back to the man in front of us.  The Top Host is kissing Keshawn.  Hot Tats is on his knees sucking Tim.  I fall to my knees and pull apart Keshawn’s butt cheeks.  My tongue connects with his hole right at the same moment he bends to suck Top Host.  I get him good and wet.  I tongue fuck him until he is whimpering around the big cock in his mouth.  I stand up and slide into him for the first time today.  I fuck him gently.  Just hard enough to rock him forward, which makes him swallow a little more of TH’s cock. 

We spit roast Keshawn for a bit, then TH comes over to fuck him, too.  I pull out and let Keshawn clean me off.  Hot Tats is on all fours on the bed, taking a hard dicking from Tim.  I reach out and hold onto Hot Tats as Keshawn licks me clean of his ass jizz.

The next 30 minutes or so becomes a blur.  Everyone here is a pig.  They eat ass.  They love to suck cock pulled out of an ass.  I roll off the bed and fuck Hot Tats as Tim pulls his cheeks apart for me.  Keshawn comes up behind Tim and fucks him…then he tops Hot Tats, the moment I pull out.  I eat Hot Tats hole after all the fucking.

When I come up for air, the voyeur has arrived.  He is late 50’s and flogging a nice dick as he watches us.  Keshawn is on the fuck bench, taking Top Host.  Hot Tats has moved to Tim, sprawled on the bed, and is riding his cock.  I offer to suck the Voyeur.  He let’s me do it, giving me a couple drops of precum.  He gets so excited by watching Keshawn—he fucks him for a few moments as we all change partners once again.

*

I am under the rimseat.  Tim is sitting on the seat with my tongue up his used ass.  He encourages Hot Tats to ride my cock while he gets eaten out.  I feel Hot Tats ass settle down on my drooling dick.  I try not to think about how good my cock feels—I just zero in on Tim’s puffy ass lips and keep licking them.

Tim tells Hot Tats to switch with him.  HT brings his extremely used ass up to my tongue.  He doesn’t have a load yet, but it’s dripping like he does what with all the stimulation his hole has gotten.  I feel Tim sit on my dick, his ass only having my fresh saliva for lube.  He sinks to the root—uttering a sigh of total contentment.   I am pretty sure I hear Top Host fucking Keshawn as I begin to tongue drill Hot Tats.  Tim begins to bounce.

I lose track of time.  There is no place I’d rather be.  Suddenly Hot Tats is pulled off the seat by Top Host.  He fucks his ass for three or four strokes and pushes him back into place.  I am rewarded by his hot manhole giving me even more of his self lube.

Soon Keshawn replaces him—the last of the fuck holes on my face.  His ass is the least wet.  I try to remedy that situation…

*

We are at the sling.  I have fucked Hot Tats in it—and shared his hole with Keshawn.  When HT asks for a break, Keshawn jumps in and gets his ankles into the stirrups without any help. I spit on his hole and slide in.  We fuck—a nice bouncy fuck—as there are springs attached to the supporting chains. 

Tim comes over, leans down and sucks Keshawn’s hard cock.  Then he steps up on a long bench that is running from one side of the sling to the other.  He swings across so he is straddling the sling.  I could suck his cock if he’d stayed still.  Instead he lowers himself onto Keshwan’s rampant tool.   I begin to fuck harder.  Tim begins to ride Keshawn.  It’s a first for me.  I love it.  It doesn’t go on for long as Tim’s legs tire fast—but it is incredibly hot. 

I tell him so. 

“I saw it on some porno…” he shrugs.

*

Everyone in the room is ready to get off.  We are all on the bed—or using the men who are on the bed.  The Voyeur blasts first—all over Tim’s back.  I mop it up, smear it on my cock and fuck it into Tim.  The Top Host is fucking Hot Tats.  He gives him his load with lots of rhythmic grunting.  Keshawn cleans the Host’s drooling dick and licks up some escaping cum from Hot Tats abused hole.  This makes him hot enough to shoot.  He comes over to where I’m still fucking Tim.  I pull out, thinking he wants to load Tim’s hole.  But Keshawn shoots all over my dick. 

I fuck this load into Tim, too.  I pound him.  I am now frothing his hole.  There is stray cum emerging on every stroke.  I dip to taste…and plunge my super hard dick back into Tim—just in time for him to take load number three…

Moments at the Motel

 Chicago—October, 2021

Jay, my host in Palm Springs, was going to be in Chicago during the third week of October.  He wondered if I wanted to come spend Friday and Saturday with him.  I said yes.  (As it turned out, I could only stay one night, as I had to return for an unscheduled meeting, as I am still working occasionally.)  Jay had also contacted a couple we both knew from the piss party hosted in town.  I had played with them a number of times there and during IML.  One was total top, one was versatile.

It took me forever to get to the north side.  I have found Chicago now has traffic jams at all sorts of different times of day.  Maybe it’s that people are now working more irregular hours.  But I made it and checked in before Jay arrived.  I set up the room while he was busy in the bathroom.  I turned down the play bed and put my suitcase on the one I’d be sleeping on.  I had not brought the sling and it was a good thing—it would barely have fit, the room was so tight.  I had, at Jay’s request, brought the rimseat.  Jay had packed some toys.  All was set up by 8pm.

 Jay asked me to slide into his ass to make sure the playing field was clean.  It was.  I fucked him rather lazily and pulled out of him, just as there was a knock on the door…

 

Steve and Ray greet us and waste no time in stripping down.  I have not seen either for five or six years—but they are much the same, just slightly greyer.  (Aren’t we all?!)  Steve, the top, is shorter, with a nice cock.  Ray, the versatile, is taller.  He’s filled out a little more.  Both are around my age, maybe younger, though I think they look older.

Jay is on all fours on the bed.  He demands to be fucked.  Steve ignores him, walks around and sticks his hardening cock into Jay’s mouth.  I go to my knees in front of Ray.  I work valiantly to get him hard.  One moment he is rampant, then not so much.

I turn towards the bed.  The fucking has started.  Jay is bucking back onto Steve.  His mouth is spewing a constant stream of gutter talk.  I go over and shove my cock into it to keep him a little quieter.  Ray has moved over to the bed, stroking his dick, now fully hard as he watches his partner plow. 

Steve pulls out.  Ray sinks into Jay’s open hole.  I move and let Steve get his cock cleaned by Jay.   I move behind Ray.  My cock is moving up and down his ass crack as he fucks, my arms around his chest working his nipples. 

Soon it is my time to go back up Jay.  I hold his head down on Ray’s dick.  If he wants to be used roughly, as he keeps moaning, I am happy to comply.  I grab his hair and pull him from Ray’s dick to Steve’s and back again.  My cock impales him over and over…

*

I am sitting, taking a break, and watching the other bed.  Jay is working a long, slender dildo up Ray—all while Steve fucks him.  Jay is attacking Ray’s ass rather hard.  Ray backs off the toy and gets up from the bed.  I stand and lead him to the rimseat.  I murmur something about soothing his battered hole and crawl under.  Before the seat comes down, I see Steve now using the toy on Jay.  Ray sits.  I get busy eating out his abused hole.  Ray groans and takes a massive hit of poppers. 

His mouth starts running now, too.  He wants my tongue in him.  Deep.  To eat him out.  To get him ready for my cock.  I grease up my dick with my free hand, in case he decides to ride me.  And just in time.  Ray stands and, in one swift movement, sits himself down on my hard cock.  He pauses for poppers, than bounces on my dick like a man possessed.  Steve turns and watches.  Jay moves off the bed and in front of Steve to suck him.  Steve ignores Jay, but his eyes never leave his partner impaling himself on my dick…

*

Steve and I are taking our last rotation on Jay.  Ray has tapped out.  He sits and watches us use him, kneading his half hard dick.  Steve plows Jay, who is back on all fours.  He takes it, moaning to us all how good it is. 

I take over on his hole.  Jay eagerly laps at Steve’s ass flavored cock.  He grunts out his pleasure.

“Fuck, I think…”  Steve is sure he’s about to shoot.  I pull out and let him push deep into Jay one last time…

Packages

 

It’s that time of year. 

Packages. 

Mistletoe.

 

This is from a calendar illustrated by Etienne, our Chicago based Tom of Finland.

While my current play times are dwindling, as cases rise again, I still have a few to write up from this fall.  I just couldn’t quite make myself sit at the laptop today.  I do think my giving you this package more than makes up for it.

Using Davis' Hot Hole

 My Playroom—October, 2021

Davis was back for another round in the playroom.  I loved how open he’d been to new experiences, so when he was ready to come up again, I cleared my schedule.  This time didn’t set any kind of new goal to achieve.  We just had some kinky fun…

 

It’s a long drive for Davis.  He has spent a fair amount of time in the shower to freshen up.  I have left a robe for him on the bathroom door knob.  I go back to the blog post I was working on when he arrived and write a little more.  I feel the pouch of my jock filling as I type.  I don’t know if it’s my words or the anticipation.  I hear the water cut off and my cock oozes a drop of pre-cum into the stained fabric. 

Ok.  It’s him.

I stop typing and go put on my boots.  Davis emerges and I tell him to go on down to the playroom—I will be right there.  And I am.  He is naked but for a NYPD blue jock and athletic socks.  As he hears the door open he goes to his knees.  I hang my robe on the door knob and move to the fuck bench.  I sit/lean against the top piece, my legs spread wide.

“Suck my cock.”

He has swiveled slightly, still on his knees.  Davis buries his face in the pouch of my jock.  He inhales.  Sighs.  His tongue comes out and begins to lick the fabric.  Soon, he’s found the edge and begins licking my balls.  I pull the fabric aside.  I want his mouth on me.  He hungrily licks and sucks the hairy sacks.  I stroke my cock.  When I’ve worked up another drop of pre-cum, I move his mouth to the head of my cock.  He tongues the head thoroughly—and then deep throats me.  And again.

He groans and pulls off. 

“Get up here,” I tell him.  I move and let him crawl up on the padded bench.  He settles in and hits his poppers as I kneel.  I pull his generous ass cheeks apart and taste his hole.  He groans.  I moan—and burrow in with my tongue.  I spit and lick until his hole is slick with my gob.  I stand up and work the head of my cock into him.

“I always forget,” he murmurs as he huffs, “just how big you are.”

The poppers do their job—and his hole is mine.  I fuck him slowly.  The full length in and out.  His groans and egg me on to speed up and fuck him harder.  I do it.  Then I pull out and walk to his mouth.  He eagerly cleans me off, reveling in the taste of his hole.

We move to the sling.  The moment he is in the stirrups, I let fly with a piss load covering his ass crack.  I drop to my knees and lick it off him—which leads me to rimming his fucked hole.

I plow his ass.

I let him clean my dick, with him leaning out of the sling.

I use the egg headed dildo on him.  I don’t add my cock.  He’s not quite ready for that yet.  But I fuck him with the bigger head of it.

I piss a little more—this time some goes into his hole.  I grab the smallest butt plug and slide it in to keep the piss up there as once again he cleans my dick.  “Get me good and wet for I’m going back up your hole with just you for lube.”  He leaves me covered in spit. 

And I fuck it all up his willing hole…

*

We take a break.  We both drink up.  I am hoping he will be able to piss.  I surprise him by getting in the sling.  “Lick my balls.”  He kneels.  His face is right at my ball sack as I recline.  I stroke my cock as he tongues me.  I say my usual—“Try to get your tongue between the cockring and my balls.”  He does.  Really well. His licking makes my cock run like the clichéd faucet.  I mop some up on a finger and feed it to him, telling him it’s his reward.  He licks it clean—and then sucks my middle finger as if it were a tiny cock.  I smear his spittle on my dick and push his head lower to lick my perineum.

We switch places, Davis in the sling and me on my knees.  His hole is so juicy now from all the fucking and stretching. 

I fuck him.  Hard.  His eyes are on the mirror above him.  Watching my cock split into him.

I finally have to pause to get my wind back.  I move the rimseat away from the wall.

 “Out you come.”  His eyes have been closed.  He’s been in his own world.

I help him out—and then have him lean his chest to the sling.  I enter him.  I fuck him hard.  He is groaning—it feels totally different to both of us.  I suddenly stop.  My bladder is full.  I pull out slightly and suddenly I am gushing into his once tight hole.  I can’t stop.  It just goes on and on.

Davis moans into the sling:  “Are you gonna drink that out of me?”

“I’m gonna fuck in it, first.”

I begin thrusting— listening to the sloshing inside of him.  I pull some piss out on each backstroke—which means there has to be a whole lot inside him.  “Here we go.”  I pull out and my fingers are there to keep his hole from gaping and spilling any.  I ask for his poppers and take a long hit before I settle under the frame.  The seat comes down.  He sits.  My tongue hits his hole and it is a deluge.  No poking around to find it.  He is full to bursting.  He doesn’t try to control the flow— he just lets it go.  I drink most of it, but there is so much coming at me, I can’t get it all.  I close my eyes and just let it spray all over my face.

When his ass stops dripping, Davis moves.  He knows where he needs to be.  He is in the sling before I can get off the floor.  I ram my dick into his pissed out hole—and give him every drop of my cum…

 

Too wet to pack?  I found it in the bathroom.

 

You can find his other two sessions here and here.

Sex Amid the Clutter

 Detroit—October, 2021

We spoke on Asspig, the fisting site.  We talked about what we liked to do.  We seemed like a good match—he loved fisting and he had a sling.  He wanted my dick, too, not just my hand.  He asked if I would be ok with other men being there.  Of course.  I tend not to travel into Metro Detroit lately, but I made an exception and said yes.  Of course, he was on the east side—the farthest possible for me—but off I went on a Monday morning for an afternoon of play…

 

I turn on his street—right on time.  But I cannot find the house number he has given me.  I call him.  “Didn’t I tell you, East _______?  You must be on West.”  I look at the address he’d typed.  There is no east or west for the street name.  I mutter under my breath, as I re-trace my steps, cross the six lane boulevard that divides the city, and find his house.  He greets me.  He is a rather doughy white man around my age—but he looks like his picture—and I am fine with getting to know what looked like a hot ass that could take a good workout.

We sit for a millisecond in his living room.  It looks like there is a major renovation happening.  Stuff is everywhere.

“The sling is in the basement.” 

I follow him down the steps, picking my way through a path of paint cans, unfinished projects and Christmas decorations sticking out of garbage bags lining the stairs.  The basement is low.  I can’t stand erect except between the beams.  We go through the laundry area which is as cluttered as the stairs.  In a small room beyond it is the sling. I see a table top which is clear enough for me to set my bag and leave my clothes.  Standing up from taking my boots off, I nearly knock myself out on a low heating duct.

He jumps in the sling.  Oblivious.

I strip and quickly get the boots back on after I see the sawdust (and who knows what else) covered floor.  I take my speculum and the eggheaded dildo to a low table by the sling.  I kneel carefully and lean in to eat his ass.  It looks tempting and tastes better.  At last.  I will myself to get over the drive, the address mix up and the look of this space and have some good sex.

But my dick rebels; he is still pissed as fuck.  So I eat the guy’s hole and grease up my hands.  I do some fingering and lateral stretching to see how much he can take.  I get only as far as two fingers from each hand.

“Could you stop that?  I won’t be able to take your hand.”

“I thought you said…”

“I love the pervy people on that site,” he continues, not listening to me.

He goes back to humming something off key and doing poppers.

My dick is getting there.  I stand up, careful to stand between the beams.  But I collide with a mirror that hangs awkwardly from the sling frame.  I grunt and slip my dick into him.

“You are big.  Damn.”

The phone buzzes. He reaches for it.  “He’s here.  Just so you know, he can be kind of odd…”

A tall Black man, half our age, tromps down the stairs and finds us.  He grunts at the host and looks me up and down with distaste.  He does not undress—but unzips and sticks his soft cock in the host’s mouth.  I continue to fuck.

“Suck my dick right.”

The host tries harder.

“This isn’t working.  I want you on the bed.”  The Black man leads the way upstairs—and on up to the second story.  The new parts of the house are just as cluttered…and the bedroom is actually dirty with food drying on plates, glasses half full, and beer bottles around the room.  Laundry is on the floor everywhere.  The other top lays down on the unmade bed.  Out host gets on all fours to suck him and let me have his ass.

I fuck.  The host finally gets some response from the flaccid penis in his mouth.  I offer the ass to the top—too soon I realize—he’s not particularly hard.  He gets huffy and storms out.

The host grabs his phone.  “Jim is due any minute.  Let’s go back downstairs.”

And we sit in the cluttered living room for him. 

A good looking white guy, rather Italianate, maybe forty, arrives.  He knows the host and is ready to fuck.  He likes the look of me.  He strips down as we troop back to the sling in the basement.  I eat ass as the new guy strips.  Once he is naked, he sticks his cock in the host’s mouth.  I stand up.  I avoid the mirror and the beams and narrowly miss hitting my head on this shorter sling frame.

I fuck.  The other top loves watching me.  “I wish I’d known you were so big, I would have cleaned out myself.” 

I smile and offer the host’s ass to him.

He comes around and fucks him with his tiny cock.  (Sorry, there is no other word for it.)  And he cums.  Almost instantly.

“Fuck in my cum.”

I have had enough.  I slide into the wet hole, pump three times and fake an orgasm.  It sounds real—even to my practiced ears.

I am dressed—and out the door—without hitting my head on anything else.

The Otter at the All Gender Party

 Grand Rapids—October, 2021

I wanted something different.  Had Palm Springs spoiled me?  As I was thinking where I could go for something new, preferably without an overnight stay, I got an email from the bathhouse in Grand Rapids.  They were having another all gender gathering at the club.  With visions of a different type of three-way or some Trans sex, off I went on a Saturday night... 

 

There is no parking anywhere near the bathhouse.  I finally find something several blocks away and walk in.  I sign the consent forms and am given one of the few lockers they have left.  I change to my jock and boots.  The crowd is mostly men, with a large dollop of the rest of the LGBTQ alphabet.  There are strippers performing of all persuasions.  I go upstairs to see if anyone is playing and find that so far, it is the gay men who are actually having sex.

I sit and pull out my cock and do a ‘watch some porn’ warm up.  For tonight, in other areas, there is some bi and straight porn.  Up here, it is still gay.  And bare.  And hot.  A number of men mill past me—all clutching the towels around their waists tightly.

One man pauses, admires my dick and asks to suck it.   I let him—and have to stop him for I am afraid he will draw blood with his constant nicking of my cock head with his teeth.

A second man is just as bad.

Honestly, five men in a row in all gave me horrible head.  And then it changes…

A young Latino arrives.  He asks to suck me.  I let him and am pleasantly surprised.  No, I’m astounded.  He has one of those mouths you dream about.  Everything is right.  The pressure, the tongue action, the level of wetness and how he cradles my balls as he sucks me.

“Lick my balls too,” I groan.

He happily does so.  I lie back and close my eyes.  I don’t even stroke myself as he licks my balls sack.  Soon enough his mouth is back enveloping my entire shaft.  He goes to the base effortlessly.  Again and again. 

When I open my eyes, on a distant couch, I see a young Black man fucking a woman bent over it.  He then shares her with others—as two men take turns eating her out and sucking the young man’s dick.  The woman is turned so she can see me getting head. 

Men move around us and cut off my view.  They either want a turn on my dick or want my sucker’s mouth.  The Latino is very intent on me.  I urge him to suck another guy.  He does so—showing off for me.  I slip off the chair seat.  The Latino moves up on it, kneeling, to get a better angle of the new cock in his mouth.  His rounded ass, with a delicious looking hairy crack, is right in front of me.  I lean in and begin licking it.

The groan from him is ecstatic.  It’s all the encouragement I need to drill into him with my tongue.  The Latino is now going from cock to proffered cock.  I lick and poke and spit into his hole.  He grinds his ass back on my tongue, groaning around whatever cock is in his mouth.  I re-double my efforts on his butt.

Finally he moves to stand up.  I do, too.  He turns and kisses me.  He pulls me down and whispers in my ear that he wishes I could fuck him, but he is not prepared.  I sigh, but thank him for telling me.  He goes to his knees and sucks me to the root again.  He stops, reluctantly, when he realizes that he won’t get me off…

*

I watch some of the strippers. 

People leave and more arrive.

I watch some hetro couples fuck for an audience in a room reserved just for them.

Soon enough, I go back up the stairs.  I hear that women are in the glory hole area, but my eye is on a cute otter heading towards the sling.  I follow.  He has a top with him—a friend or boyfriend.  When the Otter sees my cock, he is on his knees and getting me back to full hardness.  The other top ignores the wave of my hand for him to join us. 

The Otter pulls off my dick.  “Fuck me?”

“Please.” 

I help him into the sling.  He is surprised and then please that I rim his tight hairy ass.  My rimming makes the other top stroke faster.  I spit one last time in his ass and stand up.  My cock slaps the pouch of the Otter’s jock.

“Jeez, that’s big…” says his friend or boyfriend.

Remembering the consent form of the night, I look in the Otter’s eyes.  “You want this raw cock in your ass?”

“Fuck, yes!” he groans.  “Breed me if you want...”

My cock starts pushing into him.  He groans again, hits his poppers—and my cock is swallowed whole by his tight ass.  I pause and then begin my usual long, slow in and out.  The Otter’s eyes roll back in his heads.  The Top steps closer.  His cock is a hot seven + inches and pre-cumming.  I reach down, and my index finger mops up a bead of it.  He watches me as I taste it.

I fuck harder.  The Otter is moaning loud enough for other men to come see the fuck.  I pull out and taste his hole again.  Well, fuck me if he doesn’t already have a load deep in there that I have pulled out.  I clean up his ass and plough back into him. 

I fuck him hard.

It looks like the other Top is close.  I gesture for him to take a turn.  This time he nods.  I pull out and the Top pushes in.  I kneel next to him. 

“You like that?” the Top asks.  “Watching me fuck?”

“Fuck, yeah,” I tell him.  “Just let me clean your cock when you pull out.”

The Top chuckles softy and fucks the Otter harder.  Just as I am sure he is about to cum, he pulls out and sticks his wet cock in my mouth.  “Clean me, fucker.”  I do.  I get all of the previous load sticking to his cock and as much of his precum as I can.  I am suddenly ready to breed.

I stand up.  He instantly gives way—knowing just what is happening.  I push between the now puffy lips of the Otter’s ass. 

“He’s gonna load you,” the Top tells him.  And to me:  “Give it to him.”

The Otter’s hole is so silky.  I can’t hang on.  I growl out my orgasm as I spew my load deep into him.  I stop pumping and grab the chains as the Otter expertly squeezes my cock. 

I finally pull out.  “Churn my load,” I tell the Top.  But he’s already doing it.  I watch him froth my cum in the Otter’s semen drenched hole…

Oops!

 

Sorry, readers.  I had a post ready to go. I pressed the C to copy it and my computer went down. 

I knew I had to replace my laptop—and now it has just become far more urgent. 

I will re-write tomorrow. 

The Reverse Felch

 Near Home—October, 2021

As I didn’t get off (nor did I expect to) with my fisting of the Ginger Bear I went to the closest bookstore on a Thursday afternoon.  It was a small group of men hanging around…but very playful…

 

I can feel the sexual tension in the air the moment I enter the gay cinema.  There are five men in the room.  I have obviously interrupted a blow job.  A 40-something white guy with a shaved head, sits along the back wall and makes no move to cover his saliva covered cock.  A man is standing with his back to me who was likely servicing the guy.  I can’t sit in either of my two regular seats.  The one against the right wall has a man in it, who is kneading his cock mound.  Another man sits next to him.  The third stands by the door, looking like he wants to unzip.

I move to the left wall and sit down.  It’s an outside wall, but warm enough today on this bright October day.  The guy who was likely sucking is adjusting his package.  He doesn’t go back to sucking the guy—he comes down to me as I take my dick out.  And I realize why—it’s Braydon.  He’s the bearded cub who threw the motel party where the cops were called.  He’s also been to the old house to take on three of us and we’ve met here, occasionally.  He has cropped his hair very short.  The beard is also much more shaped and trimmed.

“Let me suck it.”

I spread my legs.

The guy kneading his mound opens his fly.  The man next to him eventually reaches over and strokes the hardening dick.  Braydon has gotten me dripping in short order.  The man he was sucking earlier starts beating his cock—knowing just what I am feeling.  I nod to him and gesture for him to come and join us.  He gets up, his hand never leaving his stubby, fat cock.

“I want to see you suck him,” I hiss to Braydon.  He bobs up and over to the man who is now standing at my side.  Braydon sucks him.  Stubby Cock grabs his head and face fucks him.  Then he pulls Braydon off him and pushes him back down to my cock.  He prods his thick cock against my lips.  I open and take him to the root.  He does not face fuck me, but just as suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth and kneels.  Braydon goes to my balls to allow Stubby Cock access to suck my prick.  He does, with gusto—if not much skill.  This must excite Stubby.  In moments he stands up and gestures for Braydon to take his load.  But Braydon is busy.  I give him a mouth to shoot in.  He gasps out his orgasm.  I love watching his body shiver as he unloads.

Braydon comes up for air.  “Fuck me.”  He pulls a chair away from the wall, pulls his jeans down and leans against the back of it.  I don’t bother to tell him my mouth is full of jizz.  I go to my knees from my chair and stick my cum covered tongue up his hole.  I begin to reverse felch the guy’s semen up into Braydon.  He can feel it and groans, even asking me if that’s what I am doing.  I make some sort of affirmative sound and poke more cum up his ass.

When my mouth is empty and Braydon is feeling well lubed, I stand up and add my cock.  I glide in, with a hole coated in cum.  He’s a great fuck anyway, but this makes him feel spectacular.

“I knew you wouldn’t want me to waste his load,” I grunt out as my hips slam into him.

“So…Hot…” he pants.  “Use my ass.”

The guy to our side giving the hand job is now sucking the cock he was jerking.  I encourage the guy by the door to give Braydon his cock.  He shakes his head.

I pause the fucking and go to my knees.  I have churned so much of the load out of his hole.  It is hanging there on the hair of Braydon’s ass crack.  I mop it up with my tongue and push it back inside.  I can’t help but swallow some of it.

I fuck him again.

The guy by the door sprays his load on the floor.  The guy getting blown convulses in his sucker’s mouth.  They all leave.

I slow on Braydon’s ass.  Neither of us wants me to be done yet.

We go off to look for others—he to the arcade and I check the straight side.

There is nothing of interest.

I go back and stroke to the gay film. 

Braydon comes back.  He has found no one either. 

“You want my load?”

“Are you serious?”  He bends over, dropping his pants again.  “Breed me.”

I eat his hole a bit.  Cum is working out of him.  I swallow some.  And also spit a dollop of used seed on my dick.  I stand up and sink into him again.

I love showing off—but being alone with him is nice in an entirely different way. 

I do a very slow fuck. 

I can’t help but build the rhythm quickly.  He is super slick. I think about the cum in him, where it came from, what I did with it…and I explode.  I replace the first load with a fresh, bigger one…