CLAW: My First Horse Market

 Cleveland—April, 2022

I didn’t try for any sex during the day after my Thursday night at the baths.  I wanted to save every drop of semen for my play on Friday evening.  I was going to my first Horse Market.  

In case you have been living under some sort of non-sexual rock, the Horse Market is a sex party that started in Berlin and has spread to a number of European cities—and finally there is one in San Francisco which also hosts events around the USA.   There are very specific rules.  Men can sign up for the party as a Stallion (top) or a Mare (bottom).  No one can switch mid-party.  The Mares are naked and hooded so every dick they take is anonymous.  There are red hoods for bareback and white hoods for condom only. 

The arrival time was 6:00pm.  The Stallions and Mares went in different doors to preserve the anonymity.  As a Stallion I was given a number (217) and a bottle of lube that had a cord to hang around my neck.  (Thank you PigLoad, a sponsor!)  We were led through the playspace to a room where we stripped to whatever we wanted to wear and then check our clothes.  I chose my chaps, a mostly clean jock, harness and boots.  (After all, it was a leather weekend!)  My number was Magic Markered onto my right shoulder and in huge numerals on my back.

The Stallions were allowed back into the playspace to look at the various stations for play.  (The club we were in is a straight BDSM club normally.  CLAW rents it for the weekend.)  There were slings, benches, padded tables, mattresses on the floor and waist height stands to lean against.  We figured out that there were 50 to 60 of us—and there would be the corresponding number of Mares.  There were also stable hands who were there to help out the hooded mares.  The party goes until the last load is shot—usually around 3 hours.  Mares need breaks and the handlers guide the hooded men to a secluded rest area.  They can also lead them from one piece of play equipment to another.

One thing I love about Horse Market SF, that is different from the European model, is that there is no screening for body type.  They allow men of all shapes, races, sizes and ages to play.  Thank you!

Just before 7pm, the Stallions were herded back into the dressing room.  The Mares were being led to place and hooded.  The tension amongst the Stallions was electric.  Suddenly the door was opened and we flooded back into the playspace…

 

There are men everywhere.  Most are ass up.  A buffet of butt cheeks.  Instantly I realize that many of the things that draw me to a certain man are not on display:  a man’s eyes, a terrific beard, a slightly crooked smile…Now it is all about the butt.  Some Stallions make a beeline for the youngest.  Some for the plumpest bubble bear butt.  I go for the hairiest on a table where eight men ring it, two to a side—all ass up.  We’ve been instructed to touch the Mare by hand first.  My hand caresses the hairy cheeks.  I kneel and begin to rim him.  I seem to be the only man in the room who uses his tongue.  My mare groans and thanks me.  I rear up and slide into his hole.

“Fuck that’s big for the first one,” he grunts out.  But he takes me.  Opening with each stroke into his fur ringed hole.  Over and over.

All eight Mares at our table now have a Stallion fucking them.  The sound of the whole room is amazing as men grunt and groan.  I love making eye contact with the other tops.  One smirks and indicates I should try the hole he is currently fucking.  I lick the hairy ass I’ve just fucked one more time before I switch with that other Stallion.  This induces the other tops to move around, too.  All eight of us are suddenly in our second hole of the event.  This new man, lithe and thin, is also very good at squeezing down on cock.  We fuck hard.  We fuck fast or slow—every Stallion to his own time. The only constant is our constant switching to a new hole…

*

One of the Mares, a young ‘un is now howling out his pleasure each time a dick really starts to rail him.  This draws the attention of the Stallions at our end of the room.  They leave the hole they are fucking and line up to fuck this guy—hoping they can make him squeal.  I happily fuck the holes they leave unattended.

I have fucked all body types now.  There is only one white hood in the entire room.  I have seen only one man play with him so far.  I take a Magnum from my boot and suit up.  I let him feel the condom on me before I push in.  He really gasps as I enter and comments on how full he feels.  I fuck him for quite awhile as I know a lot of men won’t be using him.  The latex, after all the raw fucking, certainly dilutes the pleasure—but I want him to have a good time, too.

Only then do I go and fuck the howler…

*

I fuck one man on the mattresses and realize it is just too low for my knees.  I am in some sort of odd squat as I do it.  It’s my shortest fuck.  I fuck the big full ass of a man who is leaning on a set of stocks.   Then on to others bracing themselves against various pieces of BDSM equipment.  Each hole willing and now all very wet…

*

The Stable Hands are being kept busy now.  Mares need breaks.  Others need to get off their knees and onto their backs.  I find the hairy man—I started with again.  He is on his back—his chest as furry as his ass.  I fuck him again.  I tell him I was the first dick in him.  He works hard to justify my return to his butt, but it’s far too early for me to nut.

*

The crowd has started to thin.  The air is constantly full of the sound of men climaxing.  I find another hairy guy in the main sling.  I stand next to him and watch two men back to back load him.  The stud in the sling is panting and calling himself a dirty slut.  I kneel between his splayed, stirruped legs.  My tongue digs into him.  I taste the mix of loads. 

“How many?”  I ask.

“Six, Sir…”  I slide in.  “Fuck!”

I churn the loads and make them froth.  Two guys stand on either side and watch me work.  I pull out and make the pig clean my cock.  Then I clean up his hole and spit the juices into his mouth.

“I need to come,” says one of the watchers.  I move and he fires his load almost instantly into the cummy ass.  I churn it deeper, saying so to the pig.

I go fuck someone else, before coming back to the hairy sling pig.  “How many now, boy?”

“Nine, Sir.”

I tongue his ass and this time drool the cum into his mouth.  I forget he’s blindfolded and have to touch his chin so he’ll open wide.  He moans as the cum drips into his mouth.

“I’m gonna make it ten,” I tell him.

I go down and eat him once more.  I can feel the hours of fucking churning through my balls.  I rise up and slide into the deliciously sloppy hole.  I fuck him hard.  And I’m there.  I fire into him the pent up juices of the mass fucking.  He takes it with a victory cry and I collapse on his hairy chest.

The Mare in the sling has to have taken the most loads.  He is led away, cum dripping down his legs.  The room is almost clear.  There are maybe a half a dozen stallions still fucking.  I notice a man leaning against a waist high stand.  The arch of the butt and all the now matted hair tells me it is the man with who I started.  I walk over to him and stroke his ass.  I kneel and he feels my tongue in him yet again.

“Can you taste my loads?” 

I grunt an affirmative.  My tongue snakes deeper.  And damn, my cock wants to fuck again.  I stand up and slide into him.  I fuck in his slippery ass.  One stroke, four strokes. Eight.  And I shoot again.  I can’t believe it.  But a lovely way to round out my first Horse Market…

*

A link to Horse Market SF:  Here

A link to Pig Load:  Here

CLAW: Getting Off at the Bathhouse

 Cleveland—April, 2022

(Picking up where we left off…)

One door is open which does not have a man on all fours.  He is young, handsome and has a killer smile.  His black skin looks even darker as he reclines on the white sheet.  “Come in,” he gestures.  He sits up and in moments is giving me exquisite head.  He does my shaft, my balls and back again.  He loves when I fuck his face. 

He pulls off me to catch his breath.  The gym and his hard work have given him a magnificent chest.  And killer abs.  His cock, a good seven incher, is rock hard.

I think that’s it.  And reach for my water bottle.

I’m wrong.

“I love your cock.  Will you fuck me?”  He flips over. 

His bubble butt is perfectly formed.  I go to my knees.  He moans into the tiny pillow as my tongue connects with his tight pucker.  My tongue is suddenly as hard as my cock.  I push it into him.  Again and again. The young man groans—and begins to pant.  I go back to licking his entire ass crack, but always coming back to work more on his hole.

“Please, you gotta fuck me!”

I keep rimming.  His hole is incredibly wet now, thanks to me.  Eventually, I stand up and slap my dick on his ass.  “You want me raw?”

He nods. 

My angry red cock head disappears into his black hole.  He literally holds his breath until I am in place.  Only once he feels my pubes grind into his ass cheeks he let his breath out.  “Fuck me.  The harder the better.”

I build up to it.  Slowly and deliberately. I build the speed now.  Soon I am fucking him full force.  He grabs the pillow again and uses it to cushion his head being thumped against the wall.  His cock is always rock hard.  And leaking.  My fingers swipes up some of his pre cum.  I noisily suck them clean—so he knows just what I’m doing.

“Flip over.  I want to see your face as I fuck.”

I pull out and he rolls to his back.  He grins up at me, still panting.  “I love your dick.”

I go to my knees and eat him again.  His hole is super wet—a heady mix of pre cum, saliva and ass jizz.  I slurp loudly as he strokes his cock.  “Eat me…that’s so hot…” he moans. 

I move up from his ass to his mouth for a kiss.  He welcomes me.  His tongue is swabbing my mouth, relishing the taste of his fucked hole.  We exchange a lot of spit.  Without breaking the kiss, my cock is able to enter him.  I fuck him slowly again.  He breaks our lip lock to do a hit of poppers.  He caps the bottle and in moments he is flying—from the fuck, from the fumes, from the heat of our kiss.  I speed up the pace.  Could I really cum this early in the night?

“Can I ride your cock?”

His question takes any thought of orgasm away.  I pump him a few more times—loving the look on his face.  Especially how his eyes roll up when I am giving it to him hard and fast.  I slow.  I pull out and help him up. 

“Lie down, I want to sit on you.”

I do.  It will be tight on a narrow bathhouse bed.  I re-lube my dick.  He stands astride me.  I love looking up at his chiseled musculature.  Such a fuckin’ treat. He settles down on my dick.  His aim is perfect.  It can’t be a very comfortable position with one foot on the bed and now one foot on the floor.  But he is riding me, just as he wanted.  He opens the poppers and takes a hit.  He begins slamming down on my cock, moaning and speaking in words that are gibberish—but that I can tell are pure pleasure. Over and over he bounces.  Our bodies are wet enough to make a sticky slapping sound with each bounce.

And then he’s lurching towards the wall.  I am just able to catch him.  The poppers have made him dizzy.  I get him down on the bed and stay long to make sure he’s fine.  He’s all apologetic—but I shush him—and close the door…

*

I go to the dark area in the new sex wing.  There is just enough light from the doorway to see a muscular butt in the air.  A short, hairy man is fucking it.  He has to stand on his toes to reach it—but he obviously loves what he’s feeling.

The top pulls out and gestures for me to do the guy.  I fuck him hard.  The bottom gasps at the difference in dick size.  He begins moaning and I hear the poppers open.  I fuck a bit more and gesture back to the shorter man to resume.  He does—with harder strokes now.  I wonder if he’s going to seed him for me.

We switch again.  There may not be cum in his hole, but the top must have been leaking like crazy.  It is now a very wet fuck.  The other top watches me intently.  Then he taps me on the hip.  “I’m going to shoot…”

I pull out and the short top gets inside him just in time.  He shudders and gives the hot ass what has to be a big load.  I clean the top’s cock when he pulls out and dive in for a quick felch before fucking in the slick cum. 

I only stop when the bottom needs to move as his legs are cramping.  I step out of the dark room and see Cowboy Boots.  He comes over, commenting on the dollops of cum stuck to my dick.

“Let me fuck it into you.”

He lies on the padded swinging bench, grabbing his legs around his knees, holding them in place.  I slip into his well used ass.  I love how the bench moves with my fuck movement.  Soon, I can stand still and let the swing of the bench do the work of pulling him off me before slamming Cowboy Boots back onto my cock.  Again and again his open, wet hole takes all of me…

*

It’s late.

I need to get off.

I tour the various areas.  On a whim, I check the room of the hot young boy.  His door is closed.  I sigh—but there he is walking towards me.  We hug.  He’s feeling fine after his over use of poppers.  “Would you like my load?” I whisper in his ear.

He grins and unlocks his room.  “How do you want me?”

“How do you want to get bred?”

“All fours—I feel so slutty that way.”

He assumes the position.  I kneel and spend a long time rimming him.  I am sure he’s had someone else in his ass since me—and I love that idea.  My dick is telling me it wants release with each lick of his wet hole.

I rear up.  My cock finds his ass and presses in.  He yelps—but in a good way.  I am now pounding into him.  I try to slow down, but it’s a lost cause.  My cock spurts again and again—while he whimpers his pleasure…

CLAW: The Bathhouse Warm-Up

 Cleveland—April, 2022

I made it into Cleveland easily.  It was rather odd to be in a hotel again; even if it was not the host hotel, it was busy and full of people.  I had decided my way back into CLAW was to stay somewhere else—and mingle as I felt motivated.  I set up my room—and wrote a little.

After dinner, I decided I really wanted to explore the bathhouse in town, not try to juggle the apps.  I had not been to this one in several years.  The pandemic was not the only excuse—but the last couple of CLAW’s I was just too busy elsewhere to go.  Flex is huge—so I would only be in crowds if I wanted to be…

I got there around 10pm.

 I ditch the clothes in the locker and take a tour to familiarize myself with the place again.  I am dressed in a used, but clean-ish, jock, chaps and boots.  My towel is slung over my shoulder.  The wet area is on the same level as the locker room.  Up a floor, I find the old play area/video room.  There are more fuck benches and other assorted fuck furniture in it now.  I go down the hall to what was once the CLAW wing of the bathhouse.  The bathhouse has now set it up as its own garden of earthly delights with a dark area, gloryholes for dicks, a padded table, a glory hole wall for asses, a padded table that swings on chains and the usual couple of everyday slings on stands.  And there is one other person milling around in the space—who is not interested in me at all.

I walk a little more and find the tiny sling room in the middle of all the single rooms.  There is a young man in it.  He’s very good looking, his ebony skin shining in the spot light trained at the sling.  I kneel and eat his ass.  He strokes his sizable dick while I do it.  I spit one last time on his hole and stand up.  My cock pushes at his wet pucker.

“Man, I’m only looking for guys to suck me.”

I stop dead, shrug.  In a sling?  I go back to my tour.

The sling in the old play area is now busy.  A trim, hairy man around my age is getting fucked by a much younger guy.  I stop and work on the bottom’s nipples.  He groans and thanks me.  The young guy fucking him is having trouble with his erection.  He is squeezing the base of his cock as he pumps.  He leans over to suck the bottom, making it hard to give him a good stroke.

The bottom looks at my cock.  “Let this guy have a turn.”

The young man reluctantly agrees.  He moves to the side, his hands on the bottoms nipples, as I go in.  The bottom is instantly telling me how to fuck him.  I want to cover his mouth with my hand, but I don’t. 

“I want you both in me at the same time.”

The kid turns pale, but gamely says ‘yes.’  I lead them towards the padded bench in the new area.  The kid looks at all the chains and gloryholes---and all but runs out of the room…

*

“Fuck, that feels good.”

I have found a fuck bud in the sling in the old play area.  I am balls deep in Cowboy Boots.  He knows how to work his ass to give me a great fuck.  My hand grazes his nipples as I fuck into him.

“Have you seen the new space?” I ask.

He hasn’t.  We go there to fuck—and to see if we can draw people in.  He hops into one of the slings.  There are more people back here now.  We even get a couple to watch and stroke.  One, a young lanky Black guy, is especially turned on.  He watches my cock split into Cowboy Boots.  When I pull out, he gasps.  “I want that.”

“In the sling?”

“I need to sit on it.”

Cowboy Boots gives me a thumbs-up to go with the young man.  We go to the padded bench.  I lie down.  He unrolls a Magnum on my dick.  I lube it up.  He unrolls one on his dick, too.  Then he settles down on me.  He sighs, pauses and begins to ride and stroke.  In no time he fills that condom with his own seed…

*

Later.

I find a hot looking ass on a table in the old, dark play space.  The only light in this dark area falls on the ass crack of the man on all fours.  I caress those cheeks and figure out that it is Cowboy Boots.  I slip into him again and fuck.  The bench squeaks in rhythm with me.  This attracts guys.  They stroke.  But I can’t get anyone to take a turn up his ass.  I smack his butt—letting the sound ring in this dark area.  CB tightens down on me and I continue to plow…

*

I wander the warren of single rooms.

One door is open which does not have a man on all fours.  He is young, handsome and has a killer smile.  His black skin looks even darker as he reclines on the white sheet.  “Come in,” he gestures.  He sits up and in moments is giving me exquisite head.  He does my shaft, my balls and back again.  He loves when I fuck his face. 

He pulls off me to catch his breath.  The gym and his hard work have given him a magnificent chest.  And killer abs.  His cock, a good seven incher, is rock hard.

I think that’s it.  And reach for my water bottle.

I’m wrong.

“I love your cock.  Will you fuck me?”  He flips over. 

His bubble butt is perfectly formed.  I go to my knees.  He moans into the tiny pillow as my tongue connects with his tight pucker…

 

More to come tomorrow!

On the Road to IML

 Just about the time this self posts to the site, I will be driving to Chicago for IML. 

I was not going to stay at the host hotel, but while at CLAW last month, I played with Cowboy Boots—a long time fuck-bud who has often appeared in these pages.  He offered me a place in his suite at the Congress and I accepted.  We are both arriving on Wednesday, the day before IML officially starts.

I have a couple of big events planned which should be fun to share with my readers.  Not to mention all the sex happening in the hotel itself.  I will also have quite a block of writing time to let you know all about CLAW.  So, yes, I’ll be living one leather weekend and reporting on another... 

I am sure I am up for the challenge!

Dropping a Load before CLAW

 Near Home—April, 2022

I was packing for my trip to CLAW for several days before I was to actually leave.  I was excited to return to a leather weekend.  Just the act of putting things in travel bags at the foot of my bed (toys, restraints, leathers) worked my cock up.  I knew I wanted to get off at least once more before I set off to Cleveland.

So back to the closest bookstore I went.  I wasn’t about to waste my load with a wank…

 

The parking lot is full.  I take the last space.  A trim young daddy type is locking his car next to me.  He gives me a head nod and goes into the building.  I follow.  He buys a ticket to the two theatres and vanishes into one of them—I can’t tell which.  I buy my ticket and step into the straight theatre. It’s almost full.  Nothing is currently happening sexually, but you can feel the sexual tension in the air. 

I take one of the last single seats against the wall.  I look around.  Right now it’s all just men groping at the mound in their lap.  I unbutton and let my cock spring free.  I watch the movie and idly jerk my cock.  This encourages a younger Black guy to unzip and jerk in public.  I pause and bend down, reaching for my water bottle on the floor.  When I sit back up, I can feel someone standing right behind me, leaning on the wall.  I take a swig and look.  It’s the young Caucasian daddy from the parking lot.  His cock is out—hard, very red in the head and inches from my neck.  I nod to him—and with no shame at all he takes two steps so his dick is lodged in my mouth. 

This action makes someone on the back wall unzip to let the guy in the cocksucker’s seat have a cock, too.  Other men unzip.  The young Black man has his eyes riveted on me.  His hand gets busier on his dick as I suck a cock so openly.

The guy in my mouth is eager—and with little control.  He has been in the building for about 15 minutes and his cock is about to shoot.  I feel him swell.  The guy groans—and fires a thick load into my mouth.  He zips up and leaves, smirking.  I take another swig of water to wash it all down.

I look right at the young man.  He looks away—but keeps stroking.  We play this game for about five minutes as he decides what he wants to do.  We both hear the guy against the back wall get off. 

The young Black man, thin, maybe as old as 28, stands up and hides his long thin cock.  He looks like he is leaving the room.  Instead he kneels in front of me.  I am slightly surprised—but pleased.  He has sucked cock before but has no real skill at it—but his eagerness makes up for it.  He moans each time I touch his head or his shoulder.

“Do my balls,” I whisper.  I pull them freer from the fabric of the pouch.  This seems to really turn him on.  I pull them up slightly and his tongue goes for my cock ring and the day’s worth of musk under my balls.  He jerks faster.  And faster.  Lapping now, a little deeper down my perineum. 

“Don’t waste your load,” I whisper to him.

He grunts—and stands up.  This long thin cock spurts the first blast onto my beard.  The rest goes into my mouth.  He lets me clean his cock off—actually loves it—where I am almost always too sensitive.  He zips up and leaves after I get the last drop off his wilting dick.  I lick at some of the cum in my beard.  I like that I will smell like him all night…

*

I have moved to the gay side.  I have an older white guy in my mouth.  He can’t stay hard.  He finally gives up and goes out.  I stroke to the movie.  I know there is someone in the back corner behind the door.  I hear footsteps.

“Fuck me.” 

I turn.  It is a mid-30’s Latino.  He moves closer yet. 

“I want that big dick.”  He pulls out a condom and shoves the Durex Extra Safe package towards me. 

I shake my head.  He leaves.  I watch the movie.  He comes back, the door banging.

“Here.”  He has bought me a Magnum.  I can’t refuse him now…

He drops his pants to his ankles and leans on the chair in front of him.  It’s a nicely rounded ass—dusted on the cheeks with long black hair.  His crack is very hairy.  I kneel behind him and surprise him with a rimming.  I can tell he’s showered before the tongue touches him.  I eat him out as he groans, opening the condom and rolling it on as I do it.  I lube it—and stand up.  I let him feel the condom is in place and poke at his hole.  He is tight.  He reaches back again with his left hand to slow me down.  I see the wedding ring on his finger.

I add more lube, remembering the rubber.  This time I go in.  He is tight—but willing.  He groans as I work his ass open.  I reach under him.  His uncut dick is soft and swinging to my fuck rhythm.  It’s a mistake.  He cums all over my hand, without getting hard.  I pull out—and am really glad I am rubber upped…

*

I wander between the two theatres.  I see the Linebacker, the hot Latin man who took 4 loads from three of us on my first harvesting for cum adventure.  He nods to me as he pulls a man my age into one of the preview booths and locks the door. 

Nothing is happening now in the straight theatre.  I go back to the gay cinema, where the movie is better.  I sit—aware that again someone is behind the door.  I hear pants open.  And some wet sounding stroking.  I get up and investigate. 

The guy is mid 40’s, white and thin.  His cock is just that, too—very white and very thin with a slight downwards hook.  I go to my knees and take him down my throat.  He fits perfectly.  He fucks my mouth quite happily.  Then he leans down, pulling out of me slightly, to feel for my cock.

“Wow,” he whispers, “let me suck you.”

We switch around.  He’s good.  Wet and slick.  He pulls off me.  “Fuck me?”

I nod.  No condom comes out this time.  He wants me raw.  He drops his pants and bends over right there.  It’s too cramped a space for me to get to my knees to rim—so I just add more lube.  I slip in.  He takes me like a champ.  Groaning and telling me it feels great. 

I fuck him hard.

I am damn close to giving him a load after all the various play tonight.  I speed up.  Just as I am about to say, ‘You want my load?’ the guy says, “Let my taste you again.”  He pulls off me and spins around.

“I’m gonna shoot,” I bark.

He stands, saying “Shoot on my dick.”

My aim is good.  Blast after blast hits his thin, engorged cock.  He grabs it using, using my cum for lube, and blasts his own load all over the floor and my left boot…

*

As I leave, the Linebacker is in the parking lot.  “May I have your number?” he asks. 

I give it to him. 

“My boyfriend loves to see me get fucked by other big dicked guys.  Send me some dick pics and I will see what he says.” 

I smile all the way home.

A Slick and Sticky Surprise for Dave

 My Playroom—April, 2022

The very next day after the second bookstore trip, Dave was coming to the playroom.  We’d had two hot sessions before the pandemic, but had lost touch.  He had sent me a text and asked about re-connecting.  I was more than ready to meet this self-described pig again…

 

I am leaning against the end of the fuck bench.  Dave is on his knees.  He looks great in his slightly stained white jock and black boots—flagging yellow on his socks.  His mouth finds my pouch.  He mouths it until it is wet.  All the flavors of the jock come back to life—and he groans as he tastes them.  Now he is hungry.   My cock is hard and out the side of the pouch.  He swallows me down.  I have hydrated—but seemingly not quite enough—I can’t give him the  splash of piss I want to during the sucking.

Finally I pull out of his mouth and tell him to get on the bench.  Dave scrambles into place.  He loves the mirror in front of him.  He watches me go to my knees and get the first taste of his ass.  I dig in, opening him easily.  I stand and fuck him for the first of countless times this afternoon.  I pull out and bring my wet dick to his mouth.  Dave hungrily licks me clean.  “Like the taste of your ass?” I grunt.  But there is no doubt about it.  I go back to his ass.  I stand and piss down his ass crack.  Just a few short spurts.  I drop to my knees and plant my face in his pissed out crack.  I lick some of it up and push more of the piss, clinging to his crack hair, into his asshole.  I stand and fuck him.  Harder than before.  Again I make the trip to his mouth so he can enjoy the tastes of his ass, now with my piss, that cover my cock.

Dave has brought some toys.  I grab a slim black dildo and work it in.  There is room for my dick as well.  I fuck his now super tight hole.  Soon I move on to my egg headed toy.  It is a very tight fit when I add my cock—but we both like it.  He cleans my cock again.  This time kneeling before me.  He stands and we share the taste as we kiss.

“I want to eat your ass.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice.  I get in the sling, my legs supported for the moment on the poles.  He dives in.  He loves to rim every bit as much as I do—and he knows how to do it.  My legs turn to jelly—so we use the stirrups, but at my knee and hooked behind my head.  It tilts my ass up and gives him a new angle to tongue ravage my hole.  I finally stop jerking and just let him give me pleasure until his knees are tired.

We switch places.  I rim.  I kiss.  I fuck.  I rim. I piss.  I rim.  I kiss and fuck.

Among his toys are two small balls on a string.  They go in easily—and my cock after.  I move to his three balls on a string.  They are smoother and the best double fuck of cock and toy of the session.  We both love this moment of DP and I make it last.

“You want my cum in your hole, right?”

“I love anyone’s cum in my hole,” he grins.

“That’s what I thought.  I won’t be long.”  I pull out of him and am gone for just a quick trip to the freezer.  “I went to the bookstore twice—once before Easter and again yesterday.  I brought you back all the cum I sucked out of the guys there.”

I dangle two condoms taped to a piece of cardboard.   I cut the first one off.  “This is two loads from Saturday.  I was sucking a cute cub.  He didn’t want to give me his load—but I told him what I was going to do with it.  He came back to find me and let me have it—and I spat it into this condom.”  I push the frozen chunk of cum into him.  He gasps.  And groans.  “The second load was from a paunchy top.  Again, he didn’t want to give me his cum until I told him what I would do with it.  That paunchy guy also loaded a hot Latino I was fucking—and I got to taste his second load, too, as I felched before I loaded that Latino.”

Dave’s eyes roll up as I fuck him.  I can feel the frozen chunk of cum melting beneath my dick.  I don’t fuck him long as I don’t want the second devil’s dick to melt in the condom.

“I went back yesterday.  I fucked his guy showing off his ass against the side wall.  Then I sucked off some of the guys who watched.”  Dave groans again as I snip the second frozen condom off the cardboard.

“The first was an old man who wanted me to fuck him like I did the show off.  I refused—and said I needed his cum.  He gave me a huge load, though he never got hard and had the tiniest of dicks.”

I inch the second devil’s dick into him.

“The second guy had a hot beard, a huge wedding ring and a regulation sized cock.  He came fast.  And I spit his load in the same condom.  The third guy was later in the afternoon.  He was hiding behind the door to the gay cinema and stroking.  I thought he was younger, but once I knelt, I could see he was easily 50.  Nice downward curved cock that fit my throat perfectly.  I had to work to get him to cum in my mouth and not all way down my throat.  He shot the moment my finger touched his ass.”

I push my cock into him.  I look right into Dave’s wide eyes. 

“The fourth was a Black guy I see there fairly regularly.  He’s my length but thinner.  He shot a huge load for you.”

Dave groans.  I keep up a slow, long stroke into his increasingly cummy hole.  The cum chunks are melting fast.

“The last guy was the only one on the straight side.  He had a hunting coat and cap, huge, hairy balls and a smaller dick.  I offered to suck him and he didn’t want me to…then gave in.   I sucked him, then he jerked his cock as I licked his massive balls.  He stood up for me to get the load.  And shot all over the floor.  He left instantly.  And I fuckin’ licked up his load and spat it in the condom.”

And I had—no need for fiction here.  My dick swells in his ass just talking about it.

“Doing that made me shoot into the condom, too.  So six loads in this one.  Eight loads are being churned together now in your ass.”  I begin fucking him hard.  Soon enough I bring my cock to his mouth.  It’s that harder kind of cock cleaning from a sling, but he is determined to get the scum off my dick. 

I fuck more.  I felch a little, letting the loads ooze.  I snowball it up to him.  We both know it is rimseat time.  I set it up as he gets out of the sling.  I get under. He sits.  There is not a huge gush of mixed load cocktail—but a nice steady drip of cum into my mouth.  Cum that had already been there before.  My tongue scours his puffy hole for every drop…

*

When I have had my fill, we switch places.  He rims me deep and hard as I sit on his face.  At some point I have put the ankle restraints on him.  I get up off the rimseat and snap the spreader bar in place.  He can stay right under the seat as I roll his ass up for a fucking.  I hammer him and then go back for more of his tongue.

We switch back to the sling for even more rimming.  More of him doing me…and then me fucking and rimming him.

“I need to add a fresh load up your ass.  Where do you want it?”

He chooses the bench—so he can watch me fuck in that big mirror in front of him.  I have been edging now for a long time with all the piss and cum play.  It takes me very little time to push in and give him that fresh load to take home…

*

Dave thoughtfully brought me matching socks.  Thank you—they were a hit at CLAW!

His first two encounters are:

A Wet Airport Fuck

Getting Even Wetter with Dave