A Hot House Party in the Cold Snow

 Grand Rapids—December, 2022

I got the email.  Finally!  The host of the group play evenings was starting it up again.  In October, we had had a small version at someone else’s house, but now the host was ready to try a full group at his home.  I agreed to bring the rimseat and the fuckbench.

And then the snow started to fall.

I left early, but the farther north I went, the more snow hit my windshield.  Speeds went from already slower to what seemed like a crawl. I got off the highway and the suburban streets had not seen any kind of plow.  I managed to park on a side street that was covered in snow.  I had still managed to get there right at the start time.  I clomped my way into his house, leaving all the equipment in the car.

A dozen men were in the living room.  The host told me to not bother with the stuff—to just strip down and have fun.  I managed both—but I have to admit it took the first hour to really get my mind off the snow and onto the play.

Hear are some of my best moments…

 

Ten men ring the sling.  Half kneeling/half standing.  I am getting head by a series of men.  First by a bigger bear.  Then by the young boyfriend of the man standing next to me.  Now the host.  The men on their knees crawl from one hard cock to the next, sampling us all.  There are also four men in the other room on the bed.  We hear two asses being pummeled as our cocks are slicked up with spit.

Soon enough, the young boyfriend is in the sling.  His partner fucks him briefly, inviting all of us to take a turn.  I need some time to get in tune with myself—so I let others go first.  I am happy to watch—and to go to my knees each time another man pulls out of the ass on offer.   I clean the assortment of dicks pulled out of the slinged hottie, enjoying the young man’s ass juices second hand.

When the others have all fucked him and I am done slurping on the last cock, I crawl over and bury my face in the kid’s freshly fucked hole.  He is a great self luber—I can’t stop licking his tasty juices.  His partner is jacking himself harder and harder as I rim.  Suddenly he reaches out and pushes my face into the ass in front of me.  He holds me there.  My cock reaches full hardness as I lick, barely able to breathe.  He releases me, I pull back and pant for air—before I stand and give the kid the hardest fuck so far tonight.  I pound him, making the chains groan. 

I love that the bottom’s partner is the one to clean my cock…

*

More guests have arrived.  There are now likely 18 to 22 men in the house—and I only know a couple of them.  I am on the bed watching a tall, thin man fuck while I get head from the same bottom.  The top is half my age.  Our cocks are incredibly similar—much to the pleasure of the man on all fours who has both of us.  The top’s stamina is amazing—not in holding off from cumming (I have him beat there)—but in how long he can rail into an ass without getting remotely winded.

He finally pulls out.  The bottom spins—so he cleans the cock that just fucked him while I go into his ass, my cock covered in the guy’s spit.    I fuck, deliberately slower than the other top.  Long, deliberate strokes that make the bottom shudder.  When I finally stop, he spins again.   The young top slips into the puffy hole and gives him another blistering fuck…

*

The handsome, younger partner of the host, who I first met in October, pulls me aside.  “I have a question for you,” he says softly.

“What?”

“You know I’m mostly top, right?”

I nod. 

He looks away, turn back and says: “Will you eat my ass again?”

Now I wish I had brought the rimseat inside.  But we find a corner of the bed where he can kneel and I can work my tongue as deeply into his butt as I can get.  He groans and keeps telling me how good it feels.  I love his taste, the hair around his hole, and how it is blossoming open.  I eat and spit and eat and lick.  I pull his super hard cock back so I can swab the leaking head, collecting all of his precum on my tongue.  He suddenly figures out that I am lubing his hole with his own juices.  He lets out the most dick hardening noise I’ve ever heard.  My tongue drills into him, again and again.  At one point I stand up and slap my cock on his wet ass crack.  I fuck the length of the cleft.  I poke at his hole—wondering if he will tell me to go in.  He doesn’t.  He just moans.  I, just as happily, go back to tongue fucking him…

*

Most of the guys have gone down for food.  The young Tall Top is on the bed.  He is drilling the guy who was the first one in the sling.  He fucks him on all fours.  On his side.  On his back.  I put my cock in the bottom’s mouth when the position allows it. 

Now the top is on his back.  The bottom rides him, taking every inch of the big cock with ease.  I watch and stroke. 

“Oh, fuck,” he groans as he bounces up and down.  Suddenly, he sprays cum everywhere.  He gets off quickly and runs to find his partner.  The Tall Top lies there, surprised.  And covered in semen.

“Is there a towel?” he asks.

I have a better idea.  I lick up the spunk.  Off his knee caps.  Off his thighs.  Off his balls.  And I take his cock to the hilt. It is thinner and with the just the slightest curve that makes him easy to swallow.  He grins in a happy daze and calls me a perv…

My Bucket List Gets Smaller

 Jackson—December, 2022

It was a Monday, just before the middle of the month.  I had all the time in the world.  I’d made my reservations for my holiday drive to New Jersey to see my brother.  (For the first time since Covid hit.)  I had even started packing—and I wasn’t leaving for a few days yet. 

What I needed to do was get my balls emptied before the trip.

I decided to go to the bookstore with the new remodel.  I packed a lunch and arrived right around noon…

 

There is a decent crowd.  I cruise each area—and there is a man watching porn at each station.  I hear a couple having oral sex behind the drape of one of the curtained cubicles.  I sit where I can see a straight, gay and trans screen all at the same time.  In moments I have a man with thinning gray hair on my dick.  He seems to love the head of my cock.  I use my hand to guide him down the shaft.  He chokes—but is totally turned on by it.  He does it again and again, without any help from me.

I see a short man approach us.  He has just a fringe of brown hair around the sides of his head.  He takes out his cock as he sees me getting sucked.  I hunker down in the chair, reach for his thick dick and guide it into my mouth.  He sighs as I mimic what the other guy is doing to my cock.  Bald Man pulls out of my mouth with a “I don’t want to cum yet.”  The guy sucking me thinks I must have said it, so he gets up and moves back to his chair.

I use the break to go piss.

I wander back and sit in the same chair.  Everyone seems to have gone to the trans or gay areas.  I sit and stroke a little.  Just as I’m ready to see what is going on at the other end of the room, I hear the front door open.  I sit back down.  The new arrival sits across from me.  He is a good deal younger anyone else here today.  Late 30’s to early 40’s.  Hair has thinned—but has a great beard.   He can’t take his eyes off my dick.

I smile.

He smiles.

He wastes no more time.  He gets up and kneels between my splayed legs.  He devours my dick.  Damn, it’s technically the same actions, but this guy is so much better than the one before.  I groan, letting him know how good it feels.  He goes for my balls, too.  Then back to up and down the shaft.

Finally, he pulls off.  “You fuck with that thing?”

I nod.  He moves to let me stand.  His shoes are kicked off and jeans are dropped on them.  He bends, supporting himself on the seat of the chair.  I kneel behind his hairy ass.  My tongue finds his hole.  I go to caress his balls as I burrow in.  There aren’t any.  Well, fuck.  There’s no dick either.  My cock leaks cum as I realize I’m rimming a Transman.  It’s been almost 10 years since I made the Trans porn—and I have always wanted to meet someone again.  And here I am, about to sink my dick into him.   I stand up.  I aim for the front hole and bury myself inside.

“Soooo big,” he croons.  “Fuck me with that big dick.”

This brings Bald Man back.  He sees me fucking.

“Let him suck you,” I bark out.

Seeing two dicks fuck into two holes makes me pump faster.  Suddenly Bald Man pulls out and shoots a massive load all over the chair.  My guy stands up, pulling me out.  It’s just as well, I have been having to do pretty deep knee bends to stay in him.  I suggest we use the exam table in the other room.

He grabs his clothes.  I don’t bother trying to cover my throbbing cock—and we both walk half naked to the other end of the play area.  “I love playing in public,” he tells me enroute. 

I agree.

“I’m Kyle, by the way.”

I murmur mine.

At the table, the rest of his clothes come off, revealing a very hairy chest.  I help get his feet in the exam stirrups.  Then I kneel and find his T-cock.  My mouth is very busy.

“Eat me out, daddy.”

I do, using every trick I know.  I occasionally dip down to lick his front hole, too.  Then back up.

The grey-haired guy, who had sucked me earlier, comes over to watch.  It takes him a moment to figure it all out—and then his cock erects for the first time that day.  He strokes to me giving him oral.  He really beats his meat as I stand up to fuck. 

This position is so much better for both of us.  Kyle’s gruff voice eggs me on.  “Fuck me hard, no mercy.”  He reaches for the Grey-haired guy’s dick to suck it.  Instead, with a big groan, the guy shoots, splattering it on the floor to the side of us.  Bald Man comes in, just at that moment.  He may have shot 20 minutes ago, but he is still hard.  He comes over and happily gives Kyle a cock to suck as I fuck his front hole.

“You want a turn here?” I ask Bald Man.

He nods.  We switch places.

“You going to give me another load?” Kyle pants out.

“Gonna try!”

He fucks with quick, shallow strokes.  I will him to shoot—I really want to felch his load.  My cock is being sucked by Kyle.  “Keeping daddy hard,” he mumbles around my fleshy mass.

Bald Man pulls out.  “I can’t.  I have nothing left.”

I kneel and clean his cock.  Then I stick my tongue deep into Kyle’s front hole.  I lap for a long time, then I stand and fuck.

“Load me.”

I want to.  And I wish he hadn’t said it—as my impending orgasm recedes. 

I go to my knees.  I suck his T-cock. 

“That is going to make me cum.  I’m a squirter, so you better move fast…”

I just keep going.  I have seen so much squirt porn and have never found someone in real life who does it.  I don’t move.  Kyle’s body bucks and he’s there.  Fluid is flying into my mouth.  Lots of it.  As big as a small piss load.  Kyle groans.  I keep going.  Mouthing the wet T-cock.  “Daddy, I’m gonna do it again…” 

And he does.  In my mouth.  On my face.  In my beard.  Some even makes it to the floor.  I stop stroking and let it pour off my chin.

I stand and fuck some more, hoping this might take me over the edge.  So close, but not quite.

Soon, Kyle has to leave.  He’s incredibly sorry he can’t stay for my load, but he’s out of time.  He’s just here on a work break.  We exchange numbers. 

The rest of my time there is totally overshadowed by Kyle.  Did I get off with someone?  I have no idea. 

I do know that I have checked off another item on my sexual bucket list.

Re-post: "I Have Something in the Freezer or You"

 One more re-post to tide you over until I get some time to write. 

This one is also from 2017,

 

I have done this scenario a number of times.  I still find it one of the hottest things to do…

Here is the link to:

“I Have Something in the Freezer for You”

Re-post: Two Asses on Offer: Miguel vs Miguel

 

Since I am not finding time to write, let me do a re-post.  This is from 2017.  I know my readership has changed dramatically since then, so it will likely be new to many of you.  It is a hot bookstore session where my friend Ryan and I used two subby Latin men.  I plumped just looking at the title…

 

So here is a link to Two Asses on Offer: Miguel vsMiguel

 

Enjoy.  I will continue my write ups of this December as soon as I can.

I Know I Should be Posting...

 I know, I know…

I owe you a post. 

 

I am having to write in my everyday life right now and it is taking time away from documenting my filthy side.

I’ll get the next one out soon.

 

 

Here is picture that didn’t make the first cut of my post about using Osvaldo at Cum-Union.

"I've Heard Guys Are Better..."

 Near Home—December, 2022

I didn’t do anything sexual for a full week after the CumUnion party with Osvaldo.  I was sated.  I monitored myself for exposures of all sorts.  And was quite content to stay at home with a good book.

I was ready to play again by the next Saturday.  I went for an afternoon session at the bookstore.  Historically, this was a busy time…

 

The parking lot is all but bare.  I think about just heading home.  But I remind myself that all it takes is just one man.  I park and go in.  No one is in the gay theatre.  There are two men in the straight one.  A man who looks vaguely familiar is in the cocksucker’s seat.  A man I don’t recognize is sitting in the seat in front of the regular.  He is my age, or maybe a little less.  He carries some extra weight.  His hair is cropped close and he has a tightly trimmed beard.  He’s hot.  And he is really enjoying the movie.  He is masturbating a good looking seven incher.

I sit across the makeshift aisle from him.  He nods to me as I sit down.  I nod back, pleased he acknowledged me.  We watch the screen.  I dig my cock out.  It is a good three hole hetro film.

There is movement behind me.  The guy in the cocksucker’s seat is on his feet and coming our way.  He looks first at the new guy.  Obviously, he wants fresh meat, too.  SevenIncher shakes his head.  Cocksucker turns to me.  I shrug.  He goes to his knees and takes me deeply into his mouth.  SevenIncher looks surprised.  Before long, he’s watching me get sucked just as much as the hard driving sex on the screen.

I notice my Cocksucker is beating his own dick as he sucks.  He tries for a deep throat and sprays his load between my boots.  He mutters something and takes off.

We watch the movie.

“That was hot,” SevenIncher says, glancing at my wet dick.  “I’m surprised.”

“At what?”

“That you let him do that.  I couldn’t.”

I turn to him.  “Couldn’t what?  Let your dick be sucked?  Or suck a guy?”

“Neither.”  He goes silent.  Then: “Sure not in public.”

I am quiet for a long moment.  “You like your cock sucked?”

He’s surprised.  “Yeah, my wife is pretty good.”  Pause.  “I’ve heard guys are better.”

“Our mouths are bigger, less chance of teeth.  And we know what feels good on our own dick—so we do that.”

He thinks about that.  “That makes sense.” 

Silence.  Just the sounds of our wet, slick dicks being stroked.

“Do you suck dick?”  His voice is softer now. Almost a whisper.

I turn to look at him.  “Sure.”   A beat.  “You want me to?”

“I dunno.   Not here.”

“Nobody cares.  And nobody’s here.”

We lapse into silence, stroking our cocks.

“Ok.”  This is a whisper.  “Are you just gonna kneel here?  What if someone comes in?”

“Why don’t you stand here to the side—if we hear the door, you can just step away.”

He likes this idea.  He takes a deep breath and comes over, his cock held firmly in his hand.

I hunch down a little in my chair to be at the right height. 

He stands ready.  I look up at his face—it’s a mix of need and fear.  I open and take him into my mouth.

He lets out a low hiss of pleasure.  My lips are tight on his shaft and my tongue is working madly all over the underside of it.  I take him all the way down my throat, twice, before I pull off and lick his tight, pulled up testicles.

“Damn…” he breathes.

I go back down on him.

“Oh, fuck, no!” he whispers.

And he pulls his cock out of my mouth and showers the linoleum. 

“I swallow,” I blurt out.  “Let me clean you off.”

But he is already stuffing it into his khakis. 

“That was amazing,” he whispers and goes.

I look at the wasted load on the floor.  It looks very white, pooling on the dark floor.

I go back to stroking.

I don’t see anyone else all night.

And I have never seen him again.

Need New Reading Material?

 Need some new reading material?  

I go an interesting email from a reader in October.  He wanted to start an online erotic magazine, a good smut magazine, as he was not finding enough stories to his liking other places.  He asked if I would contribute.  He thought my time at the IML Fornication party would work.

I loved the idea.  I did a slight edit to the two pieces and sent them off.  Well, the first issue of 5on1 Magazine:  new NSFW Masturbation Publication is complete and ready for randy readers.

To access it go to: https://www.5on1.com/

 

You will be asked to sign in with an email address and verify you are 21 years of age. 

I was really impressed.  Some fun stories—(and very different from what I write) and some great photography.  He is also looking for contributions. 

I have to say it was fun to see me in print another place…

Cum-Union: Osvaldo Bends Over

 Grand Rapids—December, 2022

 

Osvaldo desperately wanted another session with me at Cum-Union.  I was happy to give him one as long as he was still fine with my playing with other men, too.  He was.  Eager even.  He’d loved the rotation of guys in his ass and mouth.  He’d enjoyed watching me fuck another.  He still ached for us to find another hung top so we could double penetrate him. 

I told him I would come up to the first of the December Cum-Unions.  I got there slightly earlier than our appointed time.  I stripped in the locker room, leaving on my jock and putting my boots back on.  I added my leather wrist band and slung my towel over my shoulder… 

 

I’m sitting in the movie theatre area.  A man around my age, cinched into his towel, has cruised past me three times as I harden up to the video.  The next pass he makes, he asks if he can suck me.  I nod.  He sits in the seat next to me and leans over to take me into his mouth.  His skills are minimal—but it is still good warmup head.

“Fuck me?”  he asks, pulling off my cock.

I tell him I need the first fuck of the night to be the man I’m waiting for, but to find me later in the evening.  He nods, eagerly.  But I never see him again.

I stroke a little more.  It must be close to 9pm.  I get up start down the stairs.  There is Osvaldo bounding up them to meet me.  We hug.  He leads me right to the exam table.  He covers the middle of it with his towel and leans over it, presenting his voluptuous ass to me.  I am on my knees, with my face buried between his mounds of ass flesh instantly.  His hole is damp.   I make it wet.  He moans as I burrow into his pucker. 

It's time.  I stand and slide in.  Osvaldo gasps.  “That’s the cock I love,” he croons, making it sound sexier with his slight Latin accent.  I fuck him.  Rather hard. But he’s ready—he’s pushing back on every stroke.  The table squeaks as we fuck.  Men come from the porn areas to watch the real thing.  A grey-haired gent comes closer.  He drops his towel and sticks his hardening dick into Osvaldo’s mouth.  We catch each other’s eye and smile.  He did this the last time we were here—and he is enjoying the spit roasting of the younger man as much as I am.

I pull out and taste his hole.  He is such a copious lube maker.  I lick him out, offer his ass to the other man (though I know he won’t fuck him) and re-enter for another round.  At least three men linger to watch us.  No one else wants to actually take part.

I pull out again.  The other guy pats Osvaldo’s shoulder and leaves.  I have him clean up my cock, leaving his ass free.   No takers.  So, I fuck him one more time.

We break and head to the sling.  It is hung (and padlocked) at a horrible angle.  The foot end is on a downward slope, so the guy fucking has to be very, very short or do such deep knee bends it is unsustainable.  I have brought two extra carabiners.  I fasten the chains up properly.  Osvaldo is now in the proper position.  I kneel and rim him.  An attractive guy in his late 30’s, with shaggy dark hair, comes over and openly strokes to us.  I stand up and fuck.  The new guy moves around to the side of the sling.  Osvaldo cranes his head around so he can suck him.  I fuck the wet ass hard.  On his back he feels quite different.  I enjoy the change.

“Want to take a turn?” I ask the guy in his mouth.

“To fuck him or get fucked?”

“Either.”

“I’d love you to fuck me.”

Osvaldo nods.  The two men exchange places.  I am surprised that Osvaldo leans over and rims the guy.  Of course, it leaves his ass at a level for me to fuck him a little more—driving his face into the brown-haired guy’s butt. 

Soon it’s my dick fucking him.  Man, this guy is tight.  He is a great change of pace.  Osvaldo keeps busy during the fuck by licking the guy’s nipples.   I fuck the new hole happily, until the man asks for a break.

Osvaldo takes me to his room.  He has a small one this time.  I just fit on the bed.  (I can’t believe I used to spend the night on this size ‘bed’ here in the 1990’s!)  My boy for the night pulls out his camera.  He films himself licking my cock. 

Licking my boots. 

Sucking my balls. 

Fucking him on all fours.

Now I have to hold it as he rides my cock.

Soon he devises a way to lean it against his backpack.  It’s a much steadier shot of him impaling himself on me over and over…

*

We take a break.  Osvaldo cruises around the whirlpool.  I go try to find some head in the gloryhole area.  Soon enough we are back together at the medical exam table, fucking in public. 

I fuck Osvaldo on his stomach. 

I fuck him on his back, his knees on my shoulder.

I fuck the shaggy haired guy from the sling, as he clings to Osvaldo.  Still as tight as fuck.

Osvaldo hops off the table to clean my dick after I pull out of shaggy haired guy.  When he’s tasted his fill, I bend him back over the table.  I just get my dick in him when the most beautiful man that I have ever seen in this establishment walks in.  He is my height, tanned and ripped from the gym.  He has just enough hair on his chest to be hot, but still show off the hours of work on his pecs and abs.  He has a small tat above his pec.  The moment he sees us fucking, he drops his towel and begins stroking.

“You can use him,” I tell the guy.

“Well, fuck…”  And he gives Osvaldo his cock, just a tiny bit smaller than mine, to suck.  He sighs the moment it touches Osvaldo’s tongue.  I slow down my plowing.  They guy has a really expressive face.  I swear I can tell just what Osvaldo’s mouth is doing to him, by how the guy reacts. 

We lock eyes.  We smirk.  The guy begins to face fuck Osvaldo.  I pick up my fuck tempo to match him.

“Can I cum in him?”

“Do you want his ass?”

“No.”  His breath is now really ragged.  “I want to feed him my load.”  He pants more.  “Right now!”  And he shoots.  Osvaldo swallows fast—but there is just too much jizz. Some spills on the floor.  Osvaldo manages to catch most of the rest with his hand.  

I stop and come over.  I take Osvaldo’s hand and smear the man’s jizz onto my cock.  “I’m going to fuck some of your cum into him.” 

The guy, still panting in recovery, actually gasps.  But his eyes are glued to my jizz covered dick entering the begging-for-it Osvaldo.  Now his hole is even slicker and smoother. 

I fuck. 

I suddenly realize this is the end.  I’m going to cream his hole.  I collapse onto his sweaty back.  I pump spurt after spurt into him.  Mixing our jizz deep inside him…

*

It turns out, the hot guy is starting an Only Fans site.  I wish him luck.  He certainly has the body for it.

 

Now I know why Osvaldo wanted to get back to his room.  He needed to document it…

Derrick and Jacob Get in the Sling

 West Michigan—November, 2022

Derrick and Jacob had re-opened the playroom last January.  I reported our ‘get reacquainted’ session here, when I wrote it up in March. After that, one thing after another got in the way of our usual once a month play time—some unrelated to the pandemic health issues for them, travel for all of us, my summer out of state, etc.  It took us until November to see each other once more.

I drove over to their beautiful house, and overly equipped playroom, on the last Sunday afternoon of November…

 

We spend a long time catching up, sitting in the living room, where the sun tries to shine through the huge windows.  Soon enough we strip down and head to the study.  The slide show on the big screen TV has changed since my last visit, but it is still just as kinky and hot. I am naked but for a cock ring and socks.  Derrick is naked, too.  We sit on the couch, where Derrick leans over and begins to suck me.

Jacob enters a few moments later.  He has some rubber fetish gear on, which emphasizes his ass.  He kneels and begins sucking Derrick, as Derrick continues getting me fully hard.  Soon enough I slip to the floor.  I carefully unzip Jacob’s ass crack zipper on the gear.  His hairy cleft is now in front of me.  I lean in, and though it is an awkward angle, I delight in running my tongue up and down the hairy crack before burrowing into his pucker.  He groans around Derrick’s dick in his mouth.

“Fuck him,” murmurs Derrick.  “He’s missed your dick.”

I keep getting his hole good and wet, while lubing up my cock while I do it.  I rear up, and my slimy cock head connects with his wet hole.  He pauses in his cock sucking as I slide into him.  I give him a moment to adjust.  When he goes back down on Derrick, I know he’s ready for me to begin thrusting.

And I do.  Slow and long.  Derrick’s eyes are glued to my cock as they disappear into his boy.  I speed up, without really meaning to—it just feels so good.  I am fucking him hard enough now that Jacob stops sucking and concentrates on his ass.

I stop.  Only because I am on my knees.  I sit on the couch next to Derrick, who moves Jacob’s head from his cock to mine.   I let him suck me for a bit—and then move him back to Derrick.

Back and forth.  Back and forth.

“Why don’t we go downstairs,” suggests Derrick.  This is faster than usual.  Often, we have quite a fuck session up here, but we all go willingly down to the sling.  Their fuck machine, pandemic relief, sits off to one side.  Jacob hops it the sling.  Derrick sits to one side, watching avidly. 

I eat Jacob’s hole again—now in a much more comfortable position.  I stay there a long time, leisurely stroking myself as I eat him out.  I stand and fuck.  Again, slow and almost all the way out.  I lock eyes with Jacob.  We see the lust in each other’s gaze. 

“Fuck, that’s nice,” groans Derrick.  I glance over at him.  He is enrapt watching his partner’s hole be plundered.

I speed up. 

I fuck and fuck.

My hands are now greased.  I slowly get reacquainted with his ass in this way.

“I’ve been really working it,” Jacob mentions.  It was not that long ago that I was introduced to him as I had smaller hands than Derrick—and Derrick wanted me to open him up.  Jacob can take big toys now.  My left had slips into him easily.

“You want me to add my dick?”  As if I didn’t know the answer.  He nods, panting.  I pull my hand out slightly.  My cock is now cradled on my palm and they go back into him in one smooth move.  I keep my hand still and fuck him—sliding my cock between my fingers deep inside him.  He groans and touches himself.  Derrick gets up and fastens Jacob’s wrists above his head to the sling chains.  I pull out.  My mouth finds Jacob’s PA-ed cock.  I clean up his precum leakage.

Now I do the right.  It fits easily today, though it is slightly larger than my left hand.  I try to add my cock.  It’s not as good a fit, so I just rotate my fist deep in his gut, incredibly slowly.

I go back to fucking.  As I plow him, I look over the table next to me where there is a plethora of sex toys.  Nothing is normal size.  I discard the idea of a DP. 

When I finally pull my cock out, I go back to some basic one hand and then the other moves.  I increase the speed.  This is as close, I think, as I have ever gotten to punch fisting Jacob.  He takes it.  And loves it.

 And he wants a breather.

We get him out of the sling.  Derrick gets in.  “Go easy.  You were the last person in me last January.”

My tongue enters Derrick.  I really work on relaxing his hole.  My cock goes in easily.  I watch his face for any pain.  It’s all pleasure.  I fuck him.  Slowly.  Deliberately.  I can see it in his eyes when he wants more.  And more.  I speed up the stroke, and increase the depth, each time.

I switch to my hands.  It takes a moment of stretching before my left slides in.  I move it slowly around—and then bring it out to go right back in.  Jacob is standing by our side, watching me.  He puts his fragrant pit over Derrick’s face—why use poppers when you have him there?  Derrick breathes deep and relaxes enough for me to add my cock with my hand.  I don’t go for as long or as deep with the fucking through my fingers.

I now work on getting my right hand in.  I succeed once I add more lube.  I add my cock head—but not the full shaft.

I re-grease and do four fingers from each hand.  This time my palms are together.  I go in again, with my hands now knuckle to knuckle.  I do a slight stretch out.  A year ago, I could double fist him.  There is no way that is happening today.  I do manage my left hand with four fingers of my right before we both agree it’s time to stop.

Derrick asks if I want to get off—or perhaps would like my ass eaten.  I hop in the sling, but I just can’t get comfortable.

It’s late—and we all agree that it’s time for food…

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I linked the previous visit, which has pictures, above in the text.  

Some photos of Jacob with me and a bat were recently re-posted Here