Wednesday, June 30, 2021

An Afternoon Orgy

 Grand Rapids—April, 2021

By April, the host of the group that I attend in Grand Rapids was ready to host again.  He talked to me by text.  He wanted to start small—do a sort of All Star mini group.  He wanted men he knew were vaccinated.  Men who loved to fuck and were ready for sex.  I agreed with him—and in 24 hours he let me know he had the men and had set the date.

He also asked me to bring the rimseat and my sling chains.

“You need my sling?”  (I was surprised.  I knew he had two.)

“No, just the chains—Get here a little early…”

I couldn’t wait to finally be in a group again.  On the day, I packed the stuff he requested and set off… 

 

I do indeed get there early.  We hug.  He tells me there would be just half our regular sized group—eight men.  I know all but one he names.  I set up the rimseat.  The upstairs now has a wall built along the stairs—so there is a separate bedroom and playspace.  The rimseat and the sling are both in the playspace. 

My host has a ladder waiting by the sling.  “I want to hang this sling above the regular one…so I can get my ass eaten by you when you are fucking another guy.”

He climbs the ladder.  A few clicks onto the other set of chains and the upper sling is ready.  He climbs in.  It is at the perfect height.  I bury my face in his spread butt cheeks for the first time in over a year.  The door opens and closes downstairs.  The guests are arriving.

It is a small group—but one that can’t wait to get naked and play.  Soon we are all in the bedroom.  Men are sucking and licking—moving from cock to cock.  I eat the Host’s ass again—as he is on all fours with another top’s cock in his mouth.  I feel a man moving between me and the bed to get at my dick.  I don’t even have to look to see who it is…I just try to give him room to suck. 

Another man goes from sitting on the bed to sprawling ass up.  We all shift.  We are now a massive dog pile of sucking, slurping men—giving oral to any and every dick or ass near us…

*

I fuck the host.  First on the bed and then in the sling.  Soon, the Top who loves me to open a hole for him, comes into the playroom—his cock very wet.  I make room for him to take over fucking—but first I lick someone’s ass juices off his dick.  I watch his massive cock split our diminutive host in two.  I move around behind the standing top and stick my tongue in his ass on his backstroke.  He groans—giving me encouragement to proceed.  The Top’s boy comes in and crouches down to give me head as I stay in place to service his partner.  Soon I end up fucking the boy on the floor—so this partner can keep fucking the host—but watch me use his boy’s ass.

We change around.  The host climbs the ladder and gets in the top sling.  The other bottom gets in the main sling.  It works perfectly—my dick sinks into one ass and my tongue in another.  The other Top strokes his cock, occasionally giving it to his boy to suck.

Then the Top tries out the double decker sling. 

He loves it.

We go back and forth, ravishing both holes open to us…

*

Later.

I am under the rimseat.  The Top’s boy is sitting on my face.  Someone is riding my cock—but I have no idea who it might be.  The wet hole on my mouth is incredible.  He has taken every dick here at some point during the proceedings.  He isn’t loaded…but he is so wet he might as well be.  Suddenly he is pulled off my face.  His partner bends him over and fucks him, standing there above me as I watch.

“I know you love this,” he barks out, as he rails into his partner.  He suddenly pulls out.  “Now sit!” 

The even wetter hole is instantly on my tongue.  I go as deep as my tongue will allow.  The boy moans—loving the feel of me reaming him out.

He is pulled up again.  “Fuck my boy.  Right here, so the fucker down there can see.” I see the guy I don’t know slide into the wet ass I have been eating.  I feel whoever was impaling himself on my cock get off.  His ass on my cock is replaced by his mouth, cleaning me up.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” croons the stranger.  I watch his body shake as he drops a load.  He keeps his dick in the boy—marinating in his own seed.  Finally he pulls out.  A big splat of cum falls on my forehead.  I wipe it up and put it in my mouth—just before the boy sits.

“Feed him!”  his partner instructs.

His ass opens and the cum escapes his hole and into my mouth.

I feel my Host’s tight ass slide down on my cock at that very moment.  It is too much.  I shoot, bucking up into him as I swallow every drop of cum that I can get out of the spasming ass above me…

Sunday, June 27, 2021

Davis Gets Wet Inside and Out

My Playroom—April, 2021

Davis wanted to come back to the playroom.  We had both loved our January session. (Read it here, where there are pictures of my cock in his ass.)  We agreed on a time during the first week of April.  Davis also mentioned that he wanted to be used a little rougher than before.

That got me thinking.

I readied the playroom by lowering the fuck bench so it was flat.  I also dropped the sling.


I set out some other things on the bed…

I hear Davis step out of the shower after his long drive.  Finally the door opens.  I hand him the robe reserved for guests—so he can get downstairs to the playroom without exposing himself in the many windows of my new duplex.

Downstairs, I close the door behind him and take off my robe.  I am wearing my boots and the Fukd jock—that is now very stained.  My cock is bulging in the pouch.  He takes off the robe and hands it to me.  He has on some green striped underwear and nothing else.  I tell him to sit on the flattened bench.  I kneel in front of him and take one of the ankle restraints from the bed.  I fasten it in place.  And the other.  I get up.

“Kneel.”

He does.

“Hands behind your back.”  He complies, head bent.

I fasten the two wrist restraints onto him.  I lock them together.

I step around in front of him.  My jock bulge rubbing on his face.  “Get me hard and get my cock out of this…”

Instantly he begins licking the stained fabric, moaning as he smells the pouch.  His saliva brings the scents back to life—of me and the countless men I have fucked in this jock.  He gets the pouch good and wet.  He uses his teeth to pull the fabric away from my balls.  His tongue bathes them, moaning in the back of his throat.

“Get my cock out.”

He tries the teeth trick again, but my growing erection is making it impossible with the small amount of fabric.  I finally pull myself out.  My cock slaps his face.  He drops his jaw and takes me deep into his mouth.

I begin a face fuck.  Hard and deep.  Bringing up the deep saliva I remember so well.  This time I smear his face with the strands as each time he catches his breath.  He is rock hard under that ugly underwear—I must be doing something right.  I face fuck him some more.  This time I coat my cock with his spittle.

I help him up and undo his hands.  I lead him to the sling frame.  He stands, facing the mirror on the wall and the slinging hanging by just the two chains.  I fasten his wrists to the middle X piecie of the top of the sling stand.

“Spread your legs and arch your back.” 

He does—as he hangs from the bar above—his ass arches temptingly toward me.  I reach forward and feel his ass cheeks through the fabric.  My cock slaps the underwear and I begin pissing on both cheeks, making the fabric very wet. I kneel and rip a hole in the seat.  His wet ass peers back at me.


I attack him with my tongue.  Licking up my piss.  Opening his hole.  Fucking him with the tip. 

He groans and sputters.

Soon, I stand—and fuck him in this helpless-slab-of-meat position.  I love seeing my cock disappear into him through the hole I’ve ripped.  I pull out and give him one last splat of piss on his hole.

I unhook him from the frame.  I move him to the flattened fuck bench.  He rolls onto his back.  I grab the hog time from the bed and snap his wrists to two of the clips.  His legs come up—and his ankles are clipped, too, making his ass wide open for me.  I fuck him—pressing down on the hog tie so his ass rolls forward and is slightly higher.  My cock plows his hole relentlessly.

It’s a great position—but not one we can hold for long.  I let him have a breather.  I make him drink some water as I set the sling back up to its regular position.  He gets in.  I blindfold him.  I move back to his ass.  I rip the hole in his underwear wider.  I fuck him.  I cut the sopping remains of the briefs off him. 

I piss on his hole.

I rim.  I fuck.

“Stay.  I will be right back.”

And I am.  With three frozen loads in a condom.  “You want my frozen cum up your ass, boy?”

“Yes, Sir!”

I cut the knot off the condom.  There is just enough mass in the frozen cum to fuck him with it for a moment.  Then I push it deep.  I fuck him with my loads melting over my cock deep in his hole.

Then I piss on his hole.  Letting a short spurt go in his ass.  I kneel and taste it all.

“Sir, I have to piss.”

“Do it.”

He becomes a fountain.  Piss covers his belly.  I reach up and hold his cock straight up.  It streams over his balls and down his crack.  I wait until he’s done—and lick that up.

I fuck him.  Harder now.  Intense. 

I pull out and take a long drink of water from my tea cup.

It makes me need to piss.

I get him up out of the sling.  I turn him around and tell him to bend over, chest to leather.  He does.  I enter him roughly.  And begin to piss.  Filling him.  “So much,” he moans into the sling.

I pull out and get under the rimseat.  He knows what to do.  He sits.  My tongue prods his pucker.  I get a trickle of piss.  Fuck, I remember there are three loads of melted cum in him too.  I probe deeper—and he opens, spewing the piss mixed with my melted jizz down my throat. 

My cock is rock hard. 

When he runs dry, it’s back into the sling.  I fuck and rim.

I do a popper hit and shoot my load deep into his well used hole…

Thursday, June 24, 2021

Cock in Hole

 


My writing time for today just got replaced with some play time with a visiting pig. 

 

So here is a throwback picture from a hardcore fuck session in 2012. 

 

Gorgeous ass. 

 

You know the cock…


Update  June 27, 2021.

I have a very strong readership.  But I still find it fascinating that one picture, like this one has, over the two and a half days it’s been up, gotten twice the number of hits as a regular prose post.  Men are such damn visual creatures….


Monday, June 21, 2021

"You Still Eat Ass?"

 South Central Michigan—March, 2021

I went back to the same bookstore one other time in March.  It was all but deserted…

But being me, I still had some fun…

 

I am sitting and stroking to the Straight porn in the main area.  There is a cross dresser, hidden from view, in the Trans area.  I can’t tell if he wants to play or is just luxuriating in watching porn fully dressed.  There is a man in the Gay area, too, but he has fallen asleep.  I sit and stroke to two guys on the big screen TV—one Caucasian and one Black— working over an incredibly petite Asian woman.  She is currently taking the two huge dicks together.  I love seeing them rub together as they plow her.

The door from the lobby opens and closes—hidden from me by a divider wall.  The newcomer rounds the corner.  He is a man with a shock of silver hair.  His mask covers most of his face.  His body is slim and he quickly removes his heavy coat as he checks the Trans area.  He walks back and his eyes see my cock for the first time.  He slows—but goes on the other side of the room to check out the gay area.

A moment later, he comes back and sits on the couch that is next to my chair.  He sits on the side away from me—so he can see me more easily and I him.  He unzips and takes out a beer can of a dick, with a thick looking foreskin.  He fists it, sometimes looking at the porn, more often at me.  I stop, shift the mask and drink from my water bottle, then settle the mask back in place.  My drinking gives him a full view of my dick.

And he loves it.

I watch him jerk harder.

Moments later he rises and comes over to me.  “Can I suck that?”

I nod and he kneels.  His mask comes off and he goes to work.  It is not the best blow job I’ve ever had, but nice.  And he loves what he’s doing—which makes up for the occasional lapse in technique.  He continually strokes himself—sliding that mass of extra skin over his glans. 

He gets immense extra credit for tonguing my balls without being told.  And he doesn’t suck them into his mouth until they are thoroughly wet—and then they slide right in.  He even pulls me forward and licks my taint…stopping just before my tight pucker.

This last really excites him.  His hand is working his cock furiously.  It makes a repetitive wet, slick sound we can here over the squeals of the woman on the screen.

“Don’t waste your load,” I tell him.

He grunts.  And instantly stands up.  I rip off my mask.  His thick cock jabs into my mouth.  His foreskin does not retract, he just spews through it.  When he’s done, I use my hand to pull it back and clean his dick of all the stray cum.  He squirms a little—but let’s me do it.

He thanks me and leaves.  A steep admission price for his maybe 15 minutes…

*

Almost an hour later I am ready to go.  There has been no other play.  The porn keeps changing loops—often cutting off the cum shots.  But the door opens again.  A tall, lithe man comes in jeans and windbreaker.  He looks vaguely familiar but with his mask I can’t really tell.  He may think the same—he nods at me as he makes the tour—only to find we are now all alone in the place.  He comes back and sits on the couch.  He pulls out his dick.  It is every bit as big as mine.  And maybe a shade longer.  We stroke in silence.  He has pulled up his shirt to expose a tight and tautly muscled chest…fuck, he’s familiar.

“You still eat ass?

And now I know—even with his mask on.  He’s the runner—dubbed the Marathoner on here—who back when I started the blog had been a regular, but who I haven’t see him in years.  (Eight years it turns out when I check on here later.)  He often lets me suck his massive cock for a moment and then wants his hole tongued.  No fingers, no dick, no fucking.  Just my mouth and my rimming skills.

“No one eats ass like you used to…”

I get up.  I kneel and go for his dick head.  He pulls it away and pushes my face down into his hairy nut sack.  My tongue starts to caress the hairy orbs, using the same technique I had just experienced.  Instantly they pull up into his body.  His hand goes to my head.  He pushes me down to his hole, bringing his legs up to his chest.  It is as tight as ever.  I lick across it, reveling in his hairy taint.

I get the first groan from him.  “You filthy fucker—you know just how to do it.”

I burrow in.  I spit repeatedly on his hole.  I prod at it, my tongue pointed and hard.  Suddenly it opens and I sink into him.

He grunts.  Now, as my tongue begins to fuck him, he begins to whimper—jerking his dick with long, hard strokes.  I plant my entire mouth on his pucker and suck.  I am rewarded by his ass lips swelling with blood and protruding into my mouth.  He moans again, reaches down and pulls my head tighter into his ass—cutting off my air.

Finally, his legs come down and I can breathe.  “Turn over, on all fours,” I tell him.  His head hits the wall when we try it on the couch so we switch to my chair which is pulled out at an angle..  His whole hairy butt is presented to me.  I go back to running my tongue down his entire crack.  He moans and jerks.  His balls have re-emerged with gravity.  I lick them until they pull back into his body. 

I ravage his hole again.

I pry his cock from his steely grip and lick the back side length of it.  He is juicing.  I use my finger to get the pearl of pre-cum off it.  I smear it on his hole.  He feels it and whimpers again.  My tongue pushes it deep into his hole.  I spit and push that into him, too.

He is stroking again.  I think he is on the verge.

I burrow in.  He fires.  Over and over.  A huge puddle of cum on the leatherette upholstery. 

He gets up gingerly to avoid the pool of jizz and thanks me.  He all but runs to the bathroom to wash.

I look at the cum.  My finger plays in it for a moment before it finds its way into my mouth…

Friday, June 18, 2021

"Can I Sit On It?"

 So here is a list of all the men I had sex with in February, 2021:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yup.  I had nary a hook up in February.  I do remember turning the heat on in the playroom and jerking to Jake Morgan taking all the other inmates up his fabulous ass in Death Row Cum Dump.  My orgasm was all the sweeter as I have personal experience with my cock inside that hot man...

 


South Central Michigan—March, 2021

I now had my first Moderna shot.  And I went back to the more spacious bookstore where the large area is divided into several viewing areas—each with a different type of porn.  I sat, masked and jerking, to the rather average gay porn showing.

Two older men sucked my dick.  One was good, the other, not so much.  I washed after each mouth was on me.  I was nowhere near cumming and I was considering leaving—food was sounding better than sex.

And then a new man walked in…

 

He is young for the usual clientele here.  But that is not the real attraction.  It is the look of lust in his eyes—above his dark blue mask—as he sees me stroking my lightly lubed dick.  I nod at him—and he instantly goes to his knees.  His tongue finds my balls.  He lets me stroke as he licks them, leaving them incredibly wet.  I sigh—he begins to take them into his mouth.  Often this hurts—not with him.  He is gentle.  Always caressing them with a velvety tongue.

I take my hand away.  He licks up the shaft and over the top.  His mouth ovals and he sinks down the full length of me.  He is great.  Great suction.  A wet, warm mouth.  Great tongue action.  And now I can see his face as the mask is under his chin.  He is handsome, blond, likely around 35.  I think he’s slim—but it is hard to tell with the winter coat still done up.

He pauses, looks up and our eyes meet.

“Daddy, tell me that you fuck…”

I nod.

“Yeeeesss,” he hisses and goes back down on me.  He stops trying to get me off—he just makes me feel good.  And wet.  And ready for more.

He stops again.  “I need to clean up.  I’ll be back.  You’ll stay?”

I nod again.

He goes off. 

The good cocksucker from before, who has been watching most of this, leans in.  “That was hot.  You gonna put that big dick in his butt?”

“I’m certainly going to try…” I murmur.

The cocksucker sits in another chair, nicely distanced, and takes out his cock and strokes to the porn while waiting for the live show to begin.

Blond Boy is gone a long time.  I do myself up and walk around to see if he’s off sucking someone else—or if he is even in the building.  But the bathroom door is shot—and water is running.  I go back to my chair and stroke.

Eventually Blond Boy comes back.  He strips down to nothing but running shoes.  He elaborately folds his clothes and tucks them next to the television.  He goes back to his knees between my splayed legs.  He is in great shape.  Lightly haired on his defined chest with very hairy legs.

Once he’s gotten me good and wet he stands up.  He leans in and whispers:  “Can I sit on it?”

“Sure.”

He turns his back to me and lowers himself down on my cock.  Millimeter by millimeter.  It is excruciatingly slow…but I let him set the pace.  He takes it all, pauses, and then begins to fuck himself.  Slow and easy.

“Soooooo good, Daddy.”

He increases the speed.

Soon he is truly bouncing on my dick.  Working for my load.  But he doesn’t know me…I’m not even close.

His legs tire.  He stands up.  So do I.  We hug.  He whispers in my ear:  “That makes me so horny.  Can I suck that man as you fuck me?” 

I bend him over to connect with my previous sucker.  I slide in at the same time the short, thick cock of the other man goes in his mouth.  I begin slowly, but build to my usual hard driving fuck.

The man in the chair is convulsing into orgasm.  In no time at all.  Blond Boy swallows it down.  And licks the head clean, to the distress of the man who shot.  I keep fucking.

Three or four other men have wandered in and stayed.  Watching.  Two have their cocks out.

“You make me so horny,” croons Blond Boy to me.  “Give me a cock,” he demands of the two men stroking.  One is hot.  One is not.  The hot man steps forward, but surprisingly, the cute boy impaled on my cock reaches for the ugly guy.  The man eagerly steps forward and presents his very average cock to be sucked.  Blond Boy groans and takes his third dick in fifteen minutes.   I fuck him harder—pushing him into the dick in front of him.

The hot guy is not at all put off by not being chosen.  He strokes and occasionally slaps the back of the neck of the boy with his hard cock.

The ugly guy gets off.  Blond Boy swallows it all.

With a grunt, the hot guy shoots a load all over Blond Boy’s face.  BB cranes around and gets the last blast in his mouth.  I reach forward and wipe my fingers through the Hot Guy’s cum.  I coat my dick and shove it up Blond Boy’s ass.

“Shoot in me, Daddy.   Give me your cum.”

The scene is hot enough I can actually get there on his command.

I unleash a torrent of cum up his hole.  Blast after blast.  I grunt and hold on to his naked hips for dear life.

*

We exchange phone numbers of course.

I tell him what I did with the fourth guy’s cum.  He is shocked…but in a good way.  He hadn’t noticed.

I clean up—and as I leave, I see his naked body, sucking a fifth man in the middle of the main viewing area…

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Ross In Full Bloom

 North of Home—January, 2021

I hadn’t seen Ross, the man with the amazing rosebud, for quite awhile.  No, that parenthetical phrase isn’t quite right.  I hadn’t seen Ross, the man with the AMAZING rosebud, for quite awhile. 

That’s better. 

He had returned to Michigan to work and now lived to the north of me.  We made plans to meet, but they were cancelled by Covid.  By January, He was ready to get back to play.  I told him how I had been playing—in my ‘meet a man and then wait’ scenario.  He was fine with that.  I made sure I had a full two weeks of no play or contact before I drove to his place, packing the sling and rimseat.

Ross is tall and lithe.  He is still athletic in build—trim and toned, and most importantly, very flexible.  His hair is cut a little shorter, so the curls are not as prominent. 

We hugged…and he helped me lug the equipment to his bedroom.  He had cleared lots of space.  The sling fit next to his bed, which is covered with a protective spread.  We slid a tarp under the frame—and layered towels on it to avoid run off.  The rimseat fit at the foot of the bed where it faced a huge floor length mirror—so Ross wwould be able to watch himself get eaten out.

He left me for a final check—and I stripped down to my Fukdto jock and boots…

 

He kneels, naked, but for a badly stretched out jock, on the tarp at the business end of the sling.  He inhales the musk from my jock.  He gives a slight moan and begins to lick.  My cock jumps—knowing that he is turned on by the reek of past sex imbedded in the jock pouch.  Soon enough, most of my cock is down his throat.  I look down.  He is hard himself—a very respectably sized dick is jutting out from the useless pouch of his jock.

“Would you do me a favor?”  he asks.

“Sure.”

“I want to improve my deep throating…”

I hold his head and begin a slow face fucking.  I am slightly deeper into him…but not where he wants me.

“The bed…” he mumbles.

He crawls up on the bed and lays on his back with his head hanging over the edge.  I slap his face with my still wet cock.  I love the hollow sound it makes on his cheek.  He opens and I begin the face fuck.  Even on the first stroke, I am slightly deeper than before.  I do a series of three thrusts and pull all the way out to let him catch his breath.  On the fourth set of three I plunge a little deeper.  When I pull out, thick ropes of spittle cling to my cock.  I use my dick to smear it all over his face.  He pants and opens his mouth wide for another round. 

I repeat the hard fuck.  I go deeper.  He gags as I pull out.  There is a ton more spittle.  This time I wrap the slimy strings around my fingers.  I reach across him and push two fingers into his hole.  His ass lips part eagerly for the wet invaders.  We are both love this.  A lot. 

I fuck his face some more—using the deep throat spittle each time to lube his ass.

I spin him around on his back and fuck his hole for the first time in almost two years.  I sink in easily.  The spittle feels incredibly slick. 

“Give me your mouth again.  Taste your ass.”

He spins himself around and I fuck his face.  I go deeper yet.  And bottom out.  Only for one quick stroke, but he takes all of me. 

“Ass,” I bark out and he spins again, his legs pressed to his chest and whimpering.  I plunge in and fuck him, my cock covered with more of his deep throat goodness…

*

We have moved to the sling.

I have eaten his now gaping hole repeatedly—and reprimanded him for beginning to push his rosebud out.  “Save it!”

We fuck. 

Again and again.

We fuck with two of my fingers alongside my cock.

Soon enough, it’s my whole hand slipping into him as I pull out my cock.

Then my cock sliding into my hand as I leave it in his hot, wet hole.  I fuck like this repeatedly; reveling in the feel of my fingers on my cock, wrapped in his crimson, wet flesh.

I pull out, cock first, then my left hand.  My cock parts those red lips and goes back in.  I begin to piss.  Ross’ eyes grow wide.

“Hot!” he groans.  “It’s so heavy.”

I fuck a little, still streaming piss deep into his guts.  When my bladder is spent, I pull my cock out, grease up my hand and push into his bloated gut.  I pull out, bringing a shower of piss with me. 

Again I go in.  Pull out—and it is raining piss onto the tarp.

I fist him until there can’t be much piss left in him, but I decide to see if that’s true…

“Rimseat!”

I get under and he sits on the seat.  I poke my tongue up into his wet, pissed out hole.  He clamps for a minute then relaxes his muscles, allowing his hole to open and my tongue to go deep.  It’s glorious, feeling Ross now repeatedly squeezing down on my tongue with his hole.  And while he tastes of my piss—there is nothing left in him for me to drink.

“Give it to me.”

He knows what I want.  His ass flowers open and the rose bud emerges—engulfed in my mouth.  He pulls it back into him and then gives it to me again.  It is such a mind fuck for him to be fucking my ovaled mouth with his guts.  I stop stroking my dick or it will go off.  Ross keeps it up, until it is just too much for both of us.

We get up and drink from our water tumblers…and he tells me he needs to piss. 

“Don’t waste it.”

I get in the sling.  He stands and coats my hairy ass crack with a massive clear piss stream.  He plays it over my balls and hole, with an occasional splash up on my cock and stroking hand.  Soon the stream peters out, and I tell him to clean me up.  He gets down on his knees and begins to lick it up.  He cleans my balls.  He lovingly gathers every drop clinging to the hair in my crack, slurping noisily.  Then he begins to drill his tongue into my hole.  He tosses me his poppers…I ignore them for a moment…and then I crack open the bottle.

A hit…and it’s amazing.  His tongue is incredible.  He keeps spitting onto my hole so he has more to lick up. 

I hold my cock straight up.  It takes a ton on concentration, but I begin to piss.  My cocks a fountain coating my balls before it drips—and soon runs—down my crack.  Ross licks up every drop he can…

*

We have played for over two hours.

Ross is back in the sling.

It’s breeding time.  I have worn his ass out with my hands, but he can still take dick.  And he wants the load.

I give it to him gladly.  Deep.  Letting every blast rock my body…

 

Hit the ‘Ross’ link at the bottom of the page, for pictures of his hot ass.  Though I don’t have a shot of that rosebud…I’m always too busy at that moment!

Saturday, June 12, 2021

Etienne

 
While I retired last August, I did keep my hand in things by agreeing to do several special projects.  I am in the middle of the first of three of them that are happening this summer—and hence why I have not, yet again, had much time to post.

 

So until I can write…

It has been awhile since I have posted the work of Dom Orejudos, who signed himself as Etienne.  He is our own Midwest Tom of Finland.  Here is one I have just come across…


No, really, I was not trying for the double entendre…


Tuesday, June 8, 2021

Changes From Blogger

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 Blogger has decided to do away with this widget come July.  They seemingly are not adding anything to take its place.

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Saturday, June 5, 2021

Breeding Davis

 My Playroom—January, 2021

We had chatted on two different hook-up sites over the years.  But timing had always worked against us. In January it clicked.  We had both been keeping pretty much to ourselves with the pandemic. We weighed the risk and decided to meet. 

 Davis and I soon moved to text.  Once he was told I had a playroom, he couldn’t wait to get in the sling.

D:  “I cannot wait to meet you and be fucked by you.”

FP:  “Great.  Are you ok with some piss on your ass as I am rimming?”

D:  “I am game for that.”  And before I could respond:  “I have never done WS, but am open to trying it and anything else that you want to do.”

FP:  “Hot.  We will play it all by what feels good at the moment…as long as we are fucking bare and you take the load.”

D:  “I cannot wait to get naked with you and be fucked by that monster cock of yours.”

He arrived in the early afternoon.  Davis is tall-ish, in his mid 30’s, with dark hair and a happy grin—even after a long drive in the snow.  He went to shower for a check and I took a pitcher of water down to the playroom.

Soon enough we were both in our jocks—with me in boots and Davis in sweat socks…

 

I point to the floor in front of me.  His response is instantaneous.  Davis kneels and begins licking the mounded pouch.  I have worn a new jock, not knowing how he would react to the grungy one.  My cock is soon filling his mouth.  I grab his head and fuck his throat.  I get in at least three strokes before he gags.  I let go and let him recover.  He takes the lead and quickly swallows every inch of me.  He pulls off me—bringing up two strands of deep throat spittle.  I catch them on my hand and smear them all over my dick. 

Again he takes me to the root—holds it—chokes—and comes up for air.  There is a larger amount of spittle.  I catch it in my wet hand and tell him to get on the fuck bench.  I smear his spittle down the crack of his moderately hairy ass.  I slide a wet finger into his warm, fresh from the shower, hole.  He groans—and uncaps his poppers.  I go to my knees—and my tongue makes contact with his pucker just as the popper wave hits him.  He groans—and I poke my tongue as deeply as possible into his ass.  It opens more with each prod.

I spit more gob into his hole

I stand up—and my cock slaps his upturned ass.  The head instinctively disappears into Davis.  He groans again.  I hold still—waiting for his ass to adjust and to let him take another hit.  The moment I hear the cap replaced, I begin a slow fuck of his wet ass.  It is a relentlessly slow in and out.  Making his feel every inch of my hard, thick cock.

“Fuck me,” he groans.  “Fuck me hard.”

I build on the stroke.  My balls are now smacking his ass.  The small room is filled with sounds of wet, sloppy sex.

Just as suddenly I stop.  I pull out and move to his head, hoping he is ready for ass to mouth.  He cranes down from the fuck bench to clean my cock.  “So good,” he hisses.  And takes me fully back into his mouth.

“Get it good and wet.  It’s the only lube I’m gonna use this time.”

I go back to his hole—my cock dripping with fresh spittle.

I plunge into him. His head shoots up.  Our eyes meet in the full length mirror in front of us and I begin a faster pace—giving him maybe three quarters of my length on each stroke.

“Fuck me, sir.  Love…it.  LOVE…IT.”

And his eyes close to concentrate…

*

I take some pictures of the fuck on the bench.  Not great shots with just one hand… as I continue to fuck…



We switch to the sling.
  Davis loves the mirror above him.

He watches me relish eating out his well fucked hole.

He loves the feel—and look—of my hot piss hitting his puffy ass lips.  And how it makes me redouble my efforts at slurping it off him. I poke some into his loose hole, too.

I stand up and enter him again.  He raises the popper bottle to uncap it.  My hand touches his.  He looks from the mirror to me.  “Just take it,” I murmur.

He does.  He closes his eyes.  I can see every thrust go across his eyelids.

That makes me fuck him harder.

I kneel and go back to his hole—it is frothy with his own juices and my spit and piss.  I swallow some and make a show of spitting some back into him. 

“Now take a hit,” I tell him.

I continue eating his hole until I hear the cap go back on.  I stand up and slide into him.  I start slowly and build to a chain rattling fuck.  He has floated somewhere other than the sling—in a good way.  He is all about the sensation. 

I finally slow and he returns to the earth—and the sling.

“Fuckkkkk….” He moans.

“You want more piss?”

He groans assent.

I cover his ass again.  And the pouch of his jock, where his half hard dick protrudes from one side.

I lick it off.  Including the piss on his dick.

“I need to load you.  You want my cum?”

He nods.

“Say the words.”  My tone is hard.

“Breed me.”

I enter him.  Our eyes lock on each other.

“Fill my ass with your cum.”

That’s all it takes.

I shoot.  A week’s worth of cum into his hole.

I hold onto the frame and marinate in his ass for a long time.

Only then do I go to my knees and taste all the juices in his butt…