I realized as I sat down to write today, I didn’t really want to. While the Palm Springs trip is only halfway through, I have been publishing more frequently and I just need a break.
I hope to be doing something very similar to this
tonight….
Palm Springs—September, 2021
Monday dawned hot and bright. As I read my book in the shade on the porch,
I looked at where I could play with Johnny.
Jay had told me it was fine to move a sling to my bedroom, but Johnny
wanted piss—and I had not seen any kind of tarp to go under the sling. I looked out at the arbor where the wading
pool had been. It’s hard to see in the
picture, with the umbrella in the way, but it has a slatted roof. I found some big towels and was able to cover
most of it to make some shade. I also
hung some other towels as curtains on the east side of the structure.
Jay helped me move the sling. I stripped to my yellow jock and boots. I was ready.
I sent a text to Johnny to tell him so.
He replied he was just checking out and would be there in about six
minutes…
I
let him in at the side gate so I don’t disturb my hosts—who both work from
home. The moment the gate latches we are
kissing in the shade of the tall palms of the fence line. He is taller than I remember, close to six
foot. He is thin and barely
dressed. His arms, nicely defined, pull
me to him as our tongues surrender to each other.
We
break the kiss, and we walk around the swimming pool to the arbor. He pulls the tee shirt over his head and
tosses it on a white chair out in the sunshine.
He is a lithe guy, with a toned and hard bodied. His skin is a beautiful cinnamon color. His black hair is in an asymmetrical cut—and the
stubble on his face is trimmed and shaped.
He ditches the shorts to reveal a blue jock with a plumped up
pouch. He slides the running shoes back
on—and drags me to the shade I’ve created over the sling.
Johnny
goes to his knees. He takes my cock out
of my jock. I am instantly hard. It slaps his cheek before he takes me
down. To the root. He holds me there, my pubes in his nose. His throat is so damn tight. He holds, and holds, and suddenly releases
me.
I
pant—and he does it again, holding every inch of me in his tight throat. This time on the release, the long strands of
deep spittle connect us. I twirl them
with my fingers. He sucks them clean. He goes down on me a third time. I hold the back on his head and actually fuck
his face a little. He groans his
approval—and never chokes.
I
pull him up. We kiss. Deep and long in the hot desert air.
I
break it, with: “Get in the sling—I want
to eat that hairy ass.”
I
rim him, but not as long as I want to as he’s begging for my cock.
“I
want your cock in me,” he mutters. “Your
raw cock, Papi.”
I
have left enough saliva in his hole to slide in with a just a little lube. He is tight.
And a milker. From the first
moment, he is squeezing my shaft on every stroke. I keep a slow, steady rhythm—our eyes locked
together.
I
pull out. I splatter some piss on his
already wet hole. I kneel and lick it
up. Johnny moans. I stand up and go back
to fucking him. Harder. Stronger.
We don’t have all morning. He
needs to get to LA.
I pause and drink from my water bottle—and pass
it to Johnny as I slide back into him.
“Can
you feed me, Papi?”
I
fuck him harder. Really pounding into
him. I feel my bladder kick in. I pull out and send a huge stream of clear
piss into his face. He opens his mouth
and takes the rest. Well, before the
strength weakens and it coats his chest.
I lean forward and begin to lick it up.
I spit some into his mouth. Most
of my piss dries in the heat before I get my tongue to it.
“Cum
in me. Send me home with your babies.”
I
kneel and rim a little. I stroke myself
hard as I do it. I am so close. I stand and fuck a little longer—as my eminent
orgasm recedes. I do it again…and the
moment I push between his puffy ass lips, I explode. Not a huge gush of seed, but a lot of
sensation as his tight hole squeezes it all out of me.
“Can
you piss inside?” he whispers.
“I
think....” Before I finish the sentence
I am emptying into him. I lean down and
kiss him again as I fill his hot ass…
When
I come up for air, I ask if he wants to shower.
He says he wants to take all my
fluids home. Then he thinks a little
more—LA traffic, his Mother…he opts to shower.
I tuck my wet cock back into the pouch and show him to my bathroom. He is quick and soon on his way.
The
moment I step back into the house from closing the gate behind Johnny, Jay
steps out of his office—totally naked. “You
promised!”
I
go into his office and shut the door. I
take my cock out—so he can taste Johnny on me.
Such a pig…he erects instantly as he cleans me of Johnny’s ass juices
and my cum and piss.
My
cock is spent. But I crawl under the
rimseat—(funny how it lives in his office!) and eat out his hole as he jerks to
the taste of Johnny’s beautiful ass….
Palm Springs—September, 2021
Sunday
started very late for us. Eventually I
wandered out of my bedroom for a bowl of Corn Chex. But I had two of them and a cup of tea before
I heard Jay stirring. I helped him pick
up the back yard before his partner got home.
There were barrels full of recyclables—a thirsty bunch! While carting the fuckbench out of the sun, I
kicked myself for not taking pictures of the set up for the party. Jay said he had some pictures—not of the set
up we used but ones that would show something similar. So here they are.
The
wading pool under the arbor. The fuck
bench was to the right, as was one of the slings.
The green space (fake so you don’t burn your feet on stone) where the four rimseats sat. And a mattress covered in a faux leather wrap.
The
sling and table were here and in a similar position.
By
the afternoon I went off to a pool party thrown by the couple I know the least—but
who I had played with for years at Chicago Water Buddies. They swore that there would be no sex at this
gathering. There were a dozen of us
arrived at their incredible home. One of the guest couples had made it their mission to get everyone’s cock in
both of their mouths. And they were successful at various times they got all ten of us. I just tried to stay out of the sun while
they shared me.
In
the spirit of the Wet N Hot weekend, piss was shared as they all went through the
beer and water on the hot day. (112 degrees, I believe.) I am
proud to say I got the piss load of the man I found the hottest—though he told
his partner he was sure he wouldn’t be able to feed me.
But once he started—he couldn’t stop—and loved it. Another convert!
When
I got home I looked again at the scrap of paper I’d found in my sock as I
undressed last night. It merely said Johnny and a phone number. I sent a text—saying well, that I had found this number in my sock.
Instantly I got a picture back.
Well, well. It was the cute young man who sucked me as he sat on the rimseat very early in the evening. He was headed to see his family after he checked out of the gay resort, but wondered if I could meet on Monday morning for a one on one. I said yes and we agreed on 10:00am.
"Just send me home with an ass full of cum…”
And that’s the post for tomorrow…
Palm Springs—September, 2021
I
showered after Ortiz left and had some food.
I think I may have power napped for my 43 minutes.
Jay’s
partner was away, so I knew I would be spending the first moments of the party
tonight acting as host. Jay adjusted the
lighting of the gardens and in the swimming pool—and the guys started to pour
in right at 8:00pm.
Guys are everywhere.
We are at twice the number of men as on Thursday. The crowd is younger, too. Thursday was 45 and up. Today we are 30 and up with a few men in
their 20’s. The wading pool is full of
men wallowing in piss. The slurp ramp is
packed with guys guzzling it down or letting is shower on their chest and
crotch. The rimseats are busy. The slings take maybe 30 minutes before men
hop in. The move of the fuck bench works—there
is almost always a hot ass being used on it.
I wander. I
point out the lockers to the men still fully clothed. I often do this as someone is sucking my
cock. It pays to advertise.
I join the men on the ledge. A beefy man around my age steps up. I don’t let him suck my cock. I grab the base of my cock with my fist and
present him with my balls. He gets them
good and wet. I reward him with a stream
of piss that arcs up and into his mouth.
Only when it sputters out do I let him suck my dick. He’s good.
A man pushes in, in order to stand next to me. He begins to piss on my cock as the beefy guy
sucks. We all love the feeling of
this. When he’s done pissing, I move the
beefy guy’s mouth onto the new dick.
I step back to the rimseats behind me. Jay had set out two—but two more have arrived
with the guests. Three are in use. A
young man, who licked ass all Thursday night, is parked under one of them,
waiting for a new butt. I watch a hot
younger Latino take a seat on his face.
He gestures me over so he can suck my dick while a hot tongue is
stabbing up into his hole. This guy is
good, with great deep throat skills. He
does my balls without my urging. He lets
me fuck his face. He never chokes on
me. I pat his shoulder and move on…
*
I fuck a bear of a man—with a white beard and a huge
patch of salt and pepper chest hair. A
parade of men pass by and let him suck their cocks as he takes me in his hole. Some piss on him. I fuck him until I need to piss. I pull out
and blast a stream up to his mouth. It
quickly becomes less powerful and coats that chest hair. A young man with lots of facial scruff is
standing by—stroking and watching. He
instantly bends over and begins licking up all the piss on the bear’s
chest. He takes some of it up to the
Bear’s mouth and kisses him. I go to my
knees and eat the young man’s ass.
“Fuck me, daddy…” he moans.
I stand up and do just that—as the Bear holds him
tight and the boy whimpers into the mass of wet fur…
*
My friend Rod arrives. It has been four or five years since I’ve
seen him. He and his partner use to live
in Chicago and threw fabulous New Years Eve sex parties until they moved west. I give my dick a break and we catch up as we
each chug a bottle of water. Soon enough
we notice a heavily tatted guy in his 40’s get up on the fuck bench. We go over.
Rod feeds him his dick as I begin eating his ass. He has been busy—his hole
is open and his ass lips puffy. He is
also a self luber—to the point it drips onto my tongue.
I stand up and give him my dick. He’s surprised by my size, but takes it
easily after a few moments. Rod comes
back and watches me fuck. “I’ve missed
seeing that,” he whispers in my ear. And
then pisses on my shaft—so I fuck it into Tatted Guy’s gut.
I pull out and take my dick to the bottom’s mouth as
Rod puts his large, curved cock into the super wet hole I just left. Rod grunts his approval and begins fucking
him with long, hard strokes. Hard enough
that Tatted Guy has to stop sucking and concentrate on his ass. I go around and watch Rod fuck. I kneel and lick the side of his cock on the
back stroke. I want to piss on him, but
I don’t think I can. It doesn’t matter,
as two guys who were about to piss in the wading pool next door, decide to use
us instead. Rod’s cock is covered, I am
covered and the back of Tatted Guy is soaked.
Rod pulls out.
I suck his cock for a millisecond before I know I need to fuck. I push into the now super stretched hole. “I have to piss,” I bark at Tatted Guy. “Want it in your ass?”
“Fuckin’ piss fuck me, man…”
I slow down, but I don’t stop fucking. It’s almost there…I pause and my cock
explodes with what feels like a geyser of piss.
As I continue to piss, I begin a slow pistoning. Piss splashes out. Rod goes to his knees and tries to get in a
position to lick some. I keep
pumping. My eyes connect with Rod. I nod and pull out, stepping slightly to the
other side. Piss drips out of Tatted Guy’s
ass. Rod is there to lick it all up…
*
Later.
The youngest man at the party—at least he looks
barely 25—is having his dream moment. He
is in the sling. His daddy is at the
head, behind him, holding on to his arms in a loving way, not holding him in
place. And the daddy is encouraging
every man to use his boy.
I have seen at least three men cum in him. I
wander over closer as the fourth man fucks and shoots a load in the kid. I watch another man just fuck and leave. I kneel and taste the collected loads. I stand up and slap my cock on the kid’s
mounded jock pouch.
“You want those loads fucked deeper into you…?”
The boy is breathless. His Daddy answers. “Do it.
Fuck those loads into him.”
I do. Slowly
and deliberately.
Rod watches.
I pull out to make room for a man who looks like he
is about to drop his load. He slips in
and cums fast. This time Rod churns it.
We move away as another man is welcomed into the kid’s
ass…
*
A switch has flipped in Rod. Maybe it was watching that kid—but his assneeds
my dick—and he says so. The bench, next
to the boy being loaded, is free. Rod
climbs on. I spend a long time licking
and tonguing his butt. Getting reacquainted
with a hole I used to know like few others.
I stand up and fuck. He feels
great. Rod tells me so, until he gets a
piss slick dick in his mouth. I grin at
the guy in a leather harness across from me as we fuck our respective holes.
“Switch?” I
ask.
He nods and we change. Rod is getting just what he needs. He loves the taste of his ass on my cock.
“Come fuck me,” Harness Guy commands.
He stays in place in Rod’s ass and I move around
behind him. His hole is wet to the
touch. I slide in easily. “You do the work,” I tell him, standing
still. He fucks into Rod—and back on
me. All three of us groan.
The kid in the sling next to us takes another load
and his Daddy proudly announces “Number eight!”
This guy feels great—but I want more. I tell him to get on the bench with Rod. He lays down on Rod, chest to back. I have two holes to fuck—to go back and
forth. I fuck Rod. He groans.
I have to stand on my toes to get into Harness Guy—but I can. And do.
I give him half a dozen strokes.
Back to Rod. He is panting now. Once more into Harness Guy. As I pull out, Harness guy rolls off Rod onto
his feet. I plow into Rod.
And shoot.
Noisily.
Harness Guy jerks—and grates out, “Let me in…”
I move. His
cock just makes it into Rod before he shoots a massive load.
I go to my knees.
I clean his cock as he pulls out.
Harness Guy lets me—and then pushes my face into Rod’s cum dripping hole. I tongue it.
I swallow our mixed jizz.
My cock is still hard I am so turned on. I stand up and churn the loads…and shoot
again.
*
It
was reported that the young man in the sling with his daddy took 10 to 12
loads. They lost count.
Late
that night, as I got ready for bed, I found a phone number stuffed in my sock…
If you are a new reader here is a link to one of Rod & Brice’s New Years Eve sexparties. Others can be found by hitting the New Years Eve label in the cloud.
Palm Springs—September, 2021
I
slept late. At least for me. It was Friday—and a day all about getting me
in tune with a new time zone after my 22 hour day. I sat outside in the shade and read Evelyn
Waugh. I helped clear the bottles and
cans from the party for recycling. And I
napped.
Jay
and his partner took me out to dinner along two other visiting friends. I was impressed that anywhere you went in Palm
Springs or Cathedral City, which is technically where I was, you had to show
your vaccination card to get into a restaurant, bar or resort. Hardly perfect—but a step in the right
direction.
We
walked around the city after the meal.
Once home, I read a little more and was off to bed. A lazy day, and one that truly felt like a
vacation.
Saturday
another piss party was scheduled—to accommodate not only Jay’s regulars but any
guys who were still coming to town for the cancelled Wet N Hot. I helped him set up in the morning, when it
was cooler—though he had most of it done from the earlier party. As no one had used it on Thursday, we moved
the fuck bench next to the sling on the lower level.
Jay’s
partner was away for the day. Once the
place was ready for the party, he asked if a friend of his could come over. The man had loved the pictures of my cock on
my profile and wanted to meet me. I said
yes…
Ortiz is a big guy; tall, broadly built, carrying
some extra weight, but carrying it well with his height. As I get older, I am terrible at guessing men’s
ages when they are younger than I am…so he is likely somewhere between 38 and
48. And he has a big dick. His Latin coloring makes the two of us look
even whiter. We are playing in the
master bedroom—with some play sheets tossed on the bed and a rim seat
available.
Jay is instantly on his knees catching Ortiz’s swinging
cock and stuffing it into his mouth. I
kneel behind the man and pull apart his voluptuous ass cheeks. I drill into him. He sighs and tells me to eat his hole. “I am going to be topping all night,” he
sighs. “Fuck me now.”
I continue to get his hole wet and juicy. Jay leaves Ortiz’s cock and comes to suck
mine as I rim. Soon enough, I have the
bigger guy lean on the foot of the bed.
He braces himself as I stand up.
My cock slides in easily. I sink
in to the hilt. Jay is instantly licking
my ass—but has to stop as I begin to fuck.
Ortiz loves my dick—and tells me so repeatedly. Jay goes around to suck Ortiz, but instead
sticks his own hard dick in Ortiz’s mouth.
I fuck him for quite some time. When I finally pull out, both men swivel to
clean my cock. Every man in the room
loves ass to mouth. I now fuck Jay—who is
spit roasted by Ortiz in his mouth. I
pump Jay hard enough to slam him down on Ortiz’s cock. When I stop, I bring my wet cock up to Ortiz’s
mouth. His tongue cleans every inch.
Jay fucks Ortiz for a moment…but then I go back up
him. This time Jay is sitting on the
floor between the bed and Ortiz so he can suck his cock as the bigger man is
bent over and taking it. Again cocks are
cleaned and we relax for a moment on the bed.
“Get under the rimseat,” Jay suggests. I do.
Ortiz sits on seat—which spreads his hole wide open. My tongue darts into him. Again and again. I pause as Jay sits on my dick. He impales himself repeatedly. Up and down.
I find myself rimming Ortiz’s hole in the same rhythm. He is a great self luber and I swallow down
Ortiz’s ass jizz.
“Change.”
Jay is in charge.
Ortiz gets up as does Jay. I get
Jay’s freshly fucked ass planted on my face and am rimming happily, before the
heavier man lowers himself down on my dick.
His hole has tightened in this position—he feels fabulous as my rock
hard dick opens him back up. I taste my
precum up Jay while my dick is milked…
*
“Kneel next to me,” Jay tells Ortiz. He is on all four at the foot of the big
bed. Ortiz does as he’s asked. I kneel behind Jay and tongue his well fucked
hole as my finger plays around with Ortiz’s wet one. I move over and reverse things—tongue in the
bigger ass and a finger caressing where I’d just been licking.
Now I stand up.
I fuck Ortiz a few strokes, step to the side and do it to Jay. The bottoms hold on to each other and kiss as
I go back and forth on their asses. They
feel entirely different—in size, in wetness and in how they squeeze my
dick. I fuck each man a little longer
now. Truly fingering the one I’m not
in. I switch again. And again.
I stop, catching my breath. The two men slide off the bed and onto their
knees, one on either side of my erection.
They do that simultaneous cock sucking maneuver— licking the sides of my
cock. Back and forth. They kiss as they come off the sides of my
helmet head.
We play orally a little more on the bed…and decide
to stop. We aren’t trying for
orgasm. We are all sure we will be
getting off tonight at the likely larger piss gathering…
Palm Springs—September, 2021
(This
picks up right where The Set Up left off.)
I watch the men arrive for a moment from my sliding
glass door. I add one more wrist
cuff. I already have the leather one on
my left wrist signaling I am a top—I add a yellow and black cuff to my right. Yeah, I love piss…I grab my Gatorade bottle
and go outside.
I find Jay, my host, and tell him things look
great. He introduces me to a number of
his friends—and I am tired enough I can’t keep any of their names straight. But they are hot, inked and naked. I wander a little. The party is still mostly social. A few men have camped out below the two
rimseats. I see a hot daddy pissing on
the one of them. I follow a path on the
lower level that leads to a little shed.
Inside it, Jay and his partner have installed small lockers for the
guests. There is also an outdoor shower on
the building and a working sink.
I move back to ledge. It is the perfect height to act as a slurp
ramp. A hot inked daddy, three feet
above smiles at me. I move to him—his
uncut, half hard cock is right at my face level. His scrotum is pierced as well. He is wonderfully hairy and very tan.
“You want this?” he asks, rather rhetorically, it
seems to me. I take him into my mouth. He hardens slightly—and unloads quarts of
piss down my throat. I pull back so I
can taste a little of it, too—it is sweet and watery. When he runs dry, he hardens up and I use my
tongue to push back his foreskin. He
sighs and tells me I’m a good boy.
He pulls out of my mouth and gestures for me to join
him up there. It’s a big step, but with
my long legs and a helping hand I make it.
He pulls me into an embrace. The
barbells in his nipples rub against my chest.
We kiss—I wish I had saved some of his piss for him, but he’s fine with
just the flavor of it on my tongue. He
kneels and gets me hard. He sucks for a bit,
then jumps down to where I had started.
“Feed me some piss, man.”
I have hydrated enough so that I should be able to—but
I have not taken the heat of the night into the equation. I quickly learn I have to drink almost three
times the amount I do back east to make clear piss. I apologize and we move on…
*
One of the men who I met in the round of
introductions I see in the sling up on the porch. I go and watch. A Latino, around my age, is railing him with
a short, thin cock. I stand at the side
and stroke. The Latino slaps the sling
guy’s butt and pulls out. He goes off
and I go to my knees. I eat the hairy,
just fucked ass. He is incredibly juicy—though
I don’t think there is a load. I stand
up.
“Having a good time?” the guy asks. Then he sees me at full erection. “Fuck me with that thing,” he commands. I don’t hesitate to stick it into his wet,
glistening hole. The guy’s eyes roll up
into his head. He has a handsome face. His body is in good shape except for a
pronounced belly. Random tats are on one
pec, a shoulder and circling his navel. His
moans and groans fill the night air. I
look up and we’ve collected a small crowd.
Hands are all over him—working his nips and his own very large
cock. I feel a man rubbing my shoulder
with one hand and brushing the other over my ass. Someone has crawled under the sling and is
licking my balls—well, attempting to—as I fuck.
I fuck him for a long time. Then I let him clean my dick, after I help
him out of the sling. It is a great
first fuck—and one that lets the whole group know exactly what I do. And Jim or John…or whatever Jay told me his
name was…becomes my biggest cheerleader as he moves off amongst his friends…
*
I finally have piss.
I feed a willing man below at the slurp area. He is slightly older, heavily tanned, and
with the largest nipples I’ve seen. He
twists them relentlessly as he drinks me down.
I am pissing half hard. I stiffen
right up as my stream dwindles. The man
continues to suck me. Expertly.
I jump down to his level. I lick his nipples. “Harder,” I’m told. My teeth graze them. “Harder.”
I chew—only then do I get a satisfied sigh. Nipple guy pushes me down in a chair under a
palm. He goes between my legs and
continues his expert blow job. He takes
me effortless down his throat, time after time, without choking.
“Please lick my balls…”
He stands up.
I think I’ve offended him. But he
begins to piss on my balls. An
occasional splash goes on my cock, but it is mostly aimed at my nuts. The moment he stops he kneels and is on them,
licking and smacking his lips. He
literally, with a little help from the heat index, licks them dry. He comes up and kisses me—and then goes back
to sucking my dick…
*
It’s late—or it feels it after my long day of
travel.
I find Jay and ask if he wants to fuck—but he is in
host mode.
I find the couple I know the least from of the ones
from Chicago. We talk about my travels
as I leisurely slide up the big bear bottom’s butt. All of us treat it as a way of saying hello. They soon amble off in search of more beer.
I see a very hot bearded bear lying in the sling
down on the pool level. I go over and
kneel. His ass has been used. A lot.
He is gaping and a tiny strand of cum is escaping his hole. I lick it up and lap all around his swollen
lips.
“That feels so nice…” he murmurs.
From high above me comes a rain of piss. It hit the man’s dick and runs down his ass
crack and into my mouth. When that
stream finishes, another starts. Well,
fuck, I realize it’s the bottom pissing himself. I drink and poke some of his own into his
open hole.
My cock is rampant.
I stand up. I
am truly soaked—but the desert air dries me as I push my throbbing cock into
the guy. His eyes go big as he feels
the stretch—even after all the use he’s had.
I begin a noisy wet-bodies-hitting-each-other fuck.
A young man, a rarity at tonight’s party, pisses on
my cock as I fuck. The moment he
finishes, he goes under the sling. This
guy is limber enough to actually be able to lick my balls and the underside of
my cock on the backstroke. I revel in
his tongue and the sloppy hole.
The first guy I fuck stands to the side. He beats his cock on the bear’s chest. There is another dousing of piss by him.
I am getting close.
I can’t imagine a better scene happening tonight. I slow the fuck. I feel the tongue under the sling licking all
previous cum and piss off my dick—and that does it. I explode in the Bear. I stay inside him—deep. The guy under the sling is worming his tongue
around, catching stray drops of cum and piss.
I stay put. The Bearded Bear is
groaning. The guy below is licking my
balls now.
And I begin to piss.
Massively. The amount I’ve drunk
is finally pouring out of me. I move
just enough that some squirts out for the licker below. He gurgles his appreciation.
And I collapse on the chest of the Bear. He holds he as my cock softens. It slips out.
There is a gush out of Bear’s ass…all caught by the busy young man under
me….
The night after Evan left, I went to the bookstore. After all the anal play, I really wanted to suck cock. I must have been successful for my notes say “A ton of loads” and nothing else.
The next day was spent packing for my trip to Palm
Springs. The plan was to finally attend “The
World’s Largest Piss Party”—Wet N Hot.
It is usually held in July. With Covid
they pushed it to September, sure that the country would be past the worst of
it. It was cancelled maybe a week before
I left. But I decided to still go. I was staying with a couple I knew from
Chicago before they moved. From the
Chicago piss party, to be exact. Two
other couples from the Windy City had also gone west. I wanted to see them all. And play in smaller groups, seemed to make
sense.
Wednesday, I drove to a hotel at Midway Airport where
I left my car. A shuttle at 4:00am took
me to the airport. I really needed the
full two hours to get through security and make the plane. It was a long flight, but I slept and, eventually,
I cracked open a novel.
The flight arrived early and with fewer flights operating,
I had a five hour layover in Las Vegas.
I ate. I napped. I read.
I hid behind my mask.
We filled the plane to Palm Springs quickly. Everyone had had some sort of layover until
this late in the day flight collected enough passengers. We watched the little tractor-like vehicle
push the plane away from the gate. But
we sat on the runway. An announcement
was made to remember to wear our masks. And
it was announced once more.
But three drunk revelers in the back of the plane wouldn’t. We had to return to the gate—once they found
a ground crew to tow us. Then we waited
for the idiots to leave. And we waited
for a new ground crew to push us back to the runway. We got into place eventually. But we sat there. A thunderstorm had come in over the mountains—they
were trying to figure out how to fly around it.
All in all we lost over an hour. But we did make it into Palm Springs. The airport there is two different buildings—one
where the gates are and another for ticketing and luggage pickup. Between them is an open air sidewalk. I stepped out into a wall of heat. It was 109 degrees. Dry, of course. It’s the desert. But still hot.
My hosts knew of the delay. And they met me at the luggage carousel just as my bag arrived. It was a short drive to their gorgeous ranch style house. I had a bedroom at the other end of the house from their bedroom and offices—so I had totally privacy if I wanted to entertain.
I knew there was a group of piss guys, friends of
the host, coming that night. I collapsed
in the bed and napped after 14.5 hours in planes and airports. I slept.
Deeply.
When I woke up, I ate a little, showered and looked
out back. There was now a sling set up on
the pool level along with a blow-up wading pool. A fuck bench was farther along on the back
wall behind the pool. Two rim seats were
up a few steps, on the house level.
Another sling, along with a padded fuck table was quite near the house. Tables were set up on the porch with some
snack food and a lot of drink. I knew my host threw his own piss parties…and
had an extensive guest list. And,
seemingly, an extensive set up.
I slipped into my yellow jock and the boots reserved
for getting wet.
The sun had gone down. It was still in the 90’s as the first few
guests begin to trickle in…
Tomorrow: The
first piss party.
My Playroom—September, 2021
Evan, the fisting bottom from out
of state who visited in May, wanted another session in the playroom before I
left on my late summer trip. We made it
work in the first few days of September.
His first meet is detailed here in Jerking Off Deep in His Ass.
Evan
is on his knees, waiting for me, when I go down the stairs. His shaved head shines as he hungrily looks
at the bulge in my jock. He is around my
age—maybe a little younger—and just as thin.
I set my thermal tea cup down and grind the pouch of my jock in his
face. His hands go instinctively behind his
back. His tongue gets the fabric good
and wet before I take my hardening cock out of it. It slaps the side of his face. I make him lick my balls before I let him
deep throat my shaft.
I
begin a face fuck. He chokes. I pull out—with long strands of saliva
attached. I use my left hand to catch
them, winding the wetness around my fingers.
I do it again. He chokes and I
get more of the easy lube.
“Up
on the bench.”
He
scrambles up. I wipe my fingers around
his pucker—fingering some of it into Evan.
I kneel and make him really wet with my tongue. I spit and finger that into him, too. Again and again. I spit once more on my cock and stand up.
I
slide into Evan. His head pulls back and
looks at me in the mirror in front of him.
I fuck slowly and deliberately.
I
pull out and bring my cock to his mouth.
“Taste your hole.” He does. His sucking is enthusiastic and rather
noisy. “Get it good and wet, I am not
re-lubing.” He leaves me sopping
wet. I go back and slide effortlessly
into his ass. I fuck him hard and fast.
His
hole is opening beautifully. I grab the
eggheaded dildo. I lube it and slide it
in. My cock soon joins it. At first on
top of it—with my thick mushroom head smashing into the egg. I pull out, pull the dildo up and slide my
cock in underneath the toy. I fuck
vigorously this way, too.
Evan
is panting, coming down from a popper high.
I feed him my wet and sticky cock one more time. I fuck, toy-less, this time. I shoot a quick blast of piss inside him. I grease up the big black buttplug and insert—keeping
all the great juices inside him. He
cleans my cock one more time—and we move to the sling.
Once
he is settled, I begin a light thumping on the base of the plug. It sends a vibration through his entire
body. I let it fade and do it once
more. I keep up the rhythm so I go from
fingertips doing the beating to the heel of my hand. It makes him shudder—and he has the first of
countless internal orgasms.
I
pull it out.
I
fuck him again.
I
fuck him once more with the eggheaded dildo.
Finally,
I grease up my hands…
*
I
have given him more shuddering internal orgasms—especially when I did
alternating fists increasing in speed. I
give him a drink of water and take a swig of my own tea. This makes me need to piss.
“You
want some piss in your ass?”
“Yes,
Sir! Give it to me.”
I
stick my hard cock in him, think for a moment to help the tubes reconnect and I
begin to fill him. And I am truly filling
him up. I am surprised I have so much in
me. Evan groans at the weight in his
gut. I finish and pull out. I kneel and lick at his puffy, used ass lips.
“Give
me some back.” My lips are sealed around
his hole.
He
pushes and I get the tiniest splash of piss into my mouth. He does it again. There it is.
A mouthful of me. I swallow
hungrily. He tries again—but we are back
to a trickle, it is too deep in his gut.
I
reach for the thickest toy I own—one that reminds me of some pervy x-mas tree. It has three widths of ‘boughs’ for him to
take. The first goes in easily. The second disappears into him with a slight
twist of the toy. He does a hit and he
is almost there. I back up—apply a
little more pressure and another slight twist.
He has it all. He pants. Then lets out a pleased howl—he has watched
it all in the mirror above.
I
tell him to give it back to me. He
pushes and I catch it, right against my chest.
I
grease it up and do it all again.
I
reach for the final black toy. The
massive black dildo with a handle. I
grease it up. He takes the first speed
bump on it. And the second. The toy is tickling his second hole—in fisting
terms. I twist. He huffs…and we are home.
“I
think that’s it…” he sighs. “My hole is
done.”
I
take out the toy and wipe down my greasy hands.
“But
not for dick,” he quickly adds.
I
kneel and survey the work I have done. His
hole is lovely deep red and swollen. It
has a medium sized gape. I clean up the excess grease around it. My tongue touches his puffy lips and my hard
on comes back full force. I love how
soft his ass lips are now. Pliable. Used…
I
slide in…and give him the load he craves.
Chicago—August, 2021
I
heard from the Professor while I was working out of state this last July. He wrote the most intriguing sentence I’d received
in a long time: “I just heard from Jake Morgan, who is looking for you.”
But we soon switched to text, for Jake wanted
to see if we could still meet. We set up
a point halfway between us, but on the day we had to postpone. Once I was done working in Indiana, we tried
to find a new date. Jake was making a ton
of public appearances, so we finally just put it on hold.
Then it all seemed to fall into place. He was coming back from an appearance in St Louis. Could I meet him at his apartment instead of a motel? Of course I could. I packed the sling and set out…
Jake arrives, all
apologies. He may have been in his
rental car for five hours, but he looks great to me. Clay takes off and Jake and I hike the three
blocks to my car to bring in the sling. We move some furniture for it and cover
the two sofas with play sheets. I set
up the sling as he heads into the shower.
I strip to my jock and boots—and stretch out on the bigger sofa and
close my eyes.
I hear a noise. Jake is standing by me, naked except for a
jock. I get up. We kiss.
Deeply. I have forgotten he’s
taller than I remember. We are an easy
fit. Both of us have restless tongues. Our bodies grind together, making my cock
spring out of the side of my jock. I
love the feel of the hair on his chest as we hold onto each other.
Jake goes to his
knees. He takes my hard cock the rest of
the way out of my jock. He just looks at
it for a moment—then his tongue darts out and connects with my piss slit. He licks it once—twice and then the head
disappears into his mouth. I close my
eyes and let him suck me. He’s great—and
doesn’t forget my balls.
“I gotta taste your
hole,” I tell him. He gets up on the
love seat, presenting that gorgeous ass to me.
I go to my knees, pull his cheeks apart slightly and dig in. Jake groans.
So I go deeper. I fuck him with
my tongue. I leave his hole incredibly
wet.
I stand up and poke
my drooling cock head into his pucker. I
pop in. Jake moans into the back of the
loveseat. I wait…and then slowly enter
him with my entire length. I fuck that
famous ass gently, with long deliberate strokes. Jake pants.
We pause as me finds
his silicone based lube. I reapply and
fuck him some more—this time with him riding me as I lay on the bigger couch.
When he rolls off me,
Jake moves down and cleans my cock. I
ask him to kiss me—and he does with all the flavors of our two bodies.
He has me sit on the
love seat and he kneels again—this time between my splayed legs. He lovingly licks every inch of my dick. Then my balls. He lifts them and tongues my perineum. Jake now sucks each orb—pulling them into his
mouth with light suction—and an ever swirling tongue.
He goes lower. His tongue grazes my asshole. He looks up at me: “Do you like your ass eaten?”
I nod.
Jake dives in—doing everything
I did to him. My cock is bouncing as I have
to let go of it. He prods and spits and
licks. He doesn’t tire of eating me
out. I finally suggest he get in the
sling.
I move to help get
his ankles in the stirrups, but he beats me to it—slipping right into them in a
practiced move. I so want a picture of
him there—but I’m not about to stop to find my phone. I kneel and eat his ass again as I grease my
dick with his silicone lube.
I stand. I glide in.
To the hilt in one easy move.
Jake relaxes completely. This is
the way to fuck. I start slow. Build.
The chains are groaning and banging.
We have strapped a mirror of his to the top of the frame as I forgot
mine. I fuck him so hard one of the ties
on the mirror loosens. We pause as I fix
it—then I am back in him, leaning down and kissing him as my cock drills into
his hole…
*
We break for water.
“Get in the sling,”
Jake tells me. “I want to eat your ass
again.”
“Just kiss me when
you’re done…”
I lay back—I need
help to get my booted feet into the stirrups.
Jake kneels and pulls my ass cheeks apart. His tongue just grazes my hole. He spits.
I look up in the mirror and watch the top of his head move up and down
my ass crack.
He hands me his
poppers. “Take a hit.”
I do.
The moment the vapor
hits, his tongue is drilling me. I lose
all track of time. I babble, telling him
to eat my ass, to fuck me with that hot tongue.
I really only return to reality when he stands up and gives me a long
wet kiss. His hard cock glances over my
hole as we lie on each other chest to chest.
I shiver---and his strong arms hold onto me. Finally we come up for air.
Jake gets back in the
sling. It’s late. We both know it’s time.
“You want my cum?” I
whisper as my cock slips back up him.
“Fuck, yes…”
“I really want to
breed you.” I pump harder. “I didn’t get to last time. Our host deserved it.” My strokes are longer now. Hard.
His cock is drooling. I fuck him
harder yet.
Then a quick dip to
taste his wet, slick, stretched pucker.
That does it—I push
back in and explode. I grab the bars
above me to hang on…
Jake jerks out his
load with me still deep inside him. I
finally let go of the frame and bend. I
lick up his load, swallowing some—and keep some in my mouth to add to mine deep
in his ass….
*
And every bit as good as the sex…was that
muscular arm wrapped around me as we fell asleep.
