"You Want Me in You? Raw?"

 West Michigan—July, 2023

 

It was the 4^th of July.  I still had almost two weeks before I began a rather short work contract.  I wanted my balls to be as empty as possible, so I could concentrate on the project at hand.  I did my morning check of the few hook-up sites I still use occasionally.  On the most vanilla site was a picture of a beautiful young ass.  I clicked the profile.  He was fairly local—and not in some Balkan country looking for a ‘pen pal.’ 

And he was online at the moment.  We chatted.  He loved the sound of the playroom but he had to be on call today for his job—meaning he had to stay at home.  Would I consider coming to him?  He thought that if we met later in the day, there would be little chance he would be needed at work.

Now, it has been ages since I went to an unknown man’s house for sex.  Men want the playroom or I visit long time fuck buds or I want to meet them at a venue where sex happens.  But for whatever reason I agreed.  Later that day, I checked in with him--about an hour before I was due there.  He replied his work phone had been silent.  He gave me the address and I left home.

It felt very odd.  I had a flash back to 20 years ago, when I did this regularly.  I never really liked not knowing where I was going—or exactly what I would find when I got there.  I found his street easily.  But there was no house number that matched.  Then I realized it was an apartment complex, set way back from the road.  There were many buildings, each with its own number—and I finally found his.  I looked at his text, he had not sent an apartment number.  I went up the steps to see if his first name, for of course I didn’t know a surname, was on a mailbox.  The lobby door was locked.

I sent him a text, telling him where I was.  He answered he’d be right there.  Then I got a “where are you?” text.  He had gone to another entrance.  I said I’d stay where I was—and he found me a few minutes later.

Jaylen likely goes to the local university or is just out of it.   He is white and just under six feet tall, which helps him carry some extra pounds.  His hair is long.  Really long.  He seems to like the idea of giving his ass to a daddy.  His face lights up when he sees me.

It has been even longer since I have been in someone’s first apartment.  It is furnished with just what you can afford at that age.  I can’t tell if there is a roommate, but I think so, as there seems to be another bed room—and too many towels for one person in the bathroom.  His bed is ready for play, the spread turned down and lots of extra pillows for potential support…

 

“Do you like getting head,” he asks, his eyes not on me but on the bed.

“Sure.”  I start to strip.

So does he.

Once naked, he asks me to sit on the bed.  He tosses a pillow to the floor and kneels on it.  After the drive and the confusion of where to go, my cock is still soft.  His tongue soon makes me forget all that, and I’m soon ready to go.

“Let me eat your ass.  That will make me really hard…”

He clambers up and gets on all fours.  I pull apart his ample ass cheeks.  My tongue finds his hole.  He groans—and my cock begins to drool.  I lick and spit.  Jaylen is tight. 

Finally, I pull back from his now wet hole and say “You want me in you?  Raw?”  I want the words spoken.

“Yes,” he groans.  “I’m on PrEP.”

“Good boy.”  I lick his slightly open hole.  “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Jaylen rolls away from me.  “I have a request…”

“Sure…”

“Can I sit on you?  I think I need to.  To open myself.   It’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked.”

I lie down.  Jaylen lubes my dick with a thick lubricant.  Facing me, he positions his legs by my hips and slowly sinks down on the head of my cock.  He takes it—and stops.  He pulls off me and does it again.  I think a little more goes in—I can’t quite tell.  And again.  This time he has half of me in his super tight hole.  He doesn’t pull off, he just waits for a moment, before taking all my inches.  He grinds himself down on my pubes.

Jaylen is panting.  “Feels so good…” he murmurs.  He squeezes his ass around my cock.  Damn, this guy is tight.  He begins a slow up and down movement.  I love the look on his face:  his eyes closed in concentration and look of bliss each time he takes the full length.

He increases the speed of his bounce.  I begin thrusting up to meet him.  He groans and I tell him I like how me takes my dick.  Finally, his legs tire.  He pulls off me and rolls onto the bed.

“On your knees; ass by the edge of the bed.”

Me moves into place, a pillow under him.  I surprise him by tasting his ass again.  “Nobody does that…” he murmurs.  I am ready to really plow him.  I stand up and slide in.  I pump, slow and steady at first, building fast.  I see his hand going to his own cock.  He jerks as I fuck.  I feel his ass tighten down again.  This time I think it’s involuntary.  I think he’s going to shoot.

“Stop!  Please…”

I do.

“If I cum I’ll have to stop.”

“Do you want to shoot?”

“I…I don’t know if my ass can take much more.”

I am not surprised.  But he has taken a good ass stretching.

He flips over onto his back.  The pillow is now under his ass to get him to the right height with my long legs.  His cock is now very hard and an angry red.  I am not very close to shooting.  I eat his well fucked hole once more.  That helps.  I slip inside him.  He locks eyes with me and begins to stroke.  In moments I see his dick swell.  His ass tightens down.

And, surprise, that tightness does it for me.  I shoot into his butt with a vocal roar.  He splatters his chest with his own load, as I marinate in all my cum…

Cock and Fist in D & J

 West Michigan—July, 2023

When we met in November last year, Derrick and Jacob and I all agreed we needed to get back to a schedule of seeing each other more often.  Pre-pandemic, we were seeing each other almost once a month.  But changes in their health, lots of travel and my odd schedule prevented it from happening.  I was really pleased when we set up a time at the top of July when everyone was available and eager.

We sat in the living room of their beautiful house, sipping tea and catching up.  Soon enough, we moved to the study.  A collage of hot men doing dirty things to each other was playing on the television.  “I put in more ass shots,” Derrick stated “when I remembered who was coming.”

The jock I am grunging up for a reader was now at a point where it was too strong for Jacob to enjoy—so today I was naked but for combat boots.  I sat on the couch.  Jacob disappeared.  Derrick sat next to me…

 

We watch the pictures change on the screen.  Both of us stiffen up.  Just as I decide I should go down on him, he leans over and takes my cock in his mouth.  He grunts out a sound of satisfaction.  He works his tongue all over the head of my dick.  I turn slightly, so that he will be at a better angle to go deeper.  He takes the hint and swallows me to the root.  Over and over.

Jacob appears.  He’s gone from clothed to wearing a singlet made from some sort of stretchy fabric.  He stands in front of us and adds a hood which covers all his head but for his mouth.  He carefully kneels, and finds Derrick’s hard cock, while Derrick continues on my dripping dick.

Soon, Derrick sits up and guides Jacob’s mouth over to my cock.  He is hungry.  He has never been able to consistently deep throat me like Derrick, but today he is really trying to make that happen.  The sound of his occasional choking on my cock fills the tiny room.

Jacob is on all fours as he gives us head.  The fabric of the singlet clings to every curve of his hot ass.  I move his mouth back to Derrick and get up.  I kneel behind Jacob.  I am thinking I’d find a zipper to let me into him, but it’s all one piece.  I content myself with worming a wet finger into the leg opening and, with my other hand, stroking his crack through the fabric.

“Let’s get this off you; he wants your ass.” 

Derrick helps him get the garment off his shoulders.  I pull it, so it piles at his knees.  I guide his still hooded head back to Derrick’s cock.  Then I bend and begin licking his hairy ass.  Jacob moans around the cock in his mouth.  He begins working harder on Derrick’s dick as I move to tongue drilling into his hole.  I lube myself up with my free hand.  I am so ready to sink into his hot hairy butt after all this time.  My cockhead teases his now slightly open hole.  He pushes back—and my drooling dick goes inside him.

“Damn, I forget how big…” he groans, as he pulls off Derrick for a moment, panting.

I slide all the way in.  I give him a moment to adjust.  I know he’s ready when he starts deep throating Derrick.  I begin a slow, long stroke letting him feel every inch.  Soon, I just can’t help myself.  I begin stronger and harder fuck strokes.  Jacob takes it.  Wanting it.  Loving how he feels trapped between the two cocks filling his holes.

I stop and pull out.  I bury my face in his freshly fucked hole.  This makes my cock even harder.  I enter him again.  I fuck, willing myself to go slow.  I listen to the wet sound of the fuck, the slobbering sound of Jacob on Derrick’s dick and the groans and murmurings the three of us are making.  It’s a hot sex symphony of sounds—and only feeds our desire for each other.

“Let’s go to the sling,” Derrick suggests.

We troop downstairs to their playroom, filled with more toys and gear than I can count.

Derrick adjusts the sling to my height—and then gets into it.  Derrick relaxes as I eat his ass.  Jacob stands to the side, his armpit covering Derrick’s nose and mouth.  I hear him licking Jacob out as I do the same to his asshole.  Soon enough, I stand up and enter him for the first time today.  He takes me with ease—and Jacob urges me to fuck him harder.  I do. 

I pause to eat his ass again.  I fuck him again as I lube my left hand.  I add a finger alongside my cock.  I keep fucking.  Now it’s two fingers and my dick.  I pull out and add a third finger.  Soon my whole fist glides into him.  Derrick groans—he hasn’t had one for quite some time. He tells me it feels great. 

I go back to my cock.

Then my fist.

Then my cock and several fingers.

“You should do that to Jacob.”

The guys switch.  Derrick sits at my right and watches every move I make.  I eat Jacob’s hole again.  I love how hairy his ass crack is—a delightful contrast to his partner’s.  I spit and lick and get his hole relaxed.

I fuck him.  Hard. 

I begin adding fingers.  Soon it is my cock and four of them.  I pull my dick out and regrease my left hand.  This time just the fist enters him.  He gasps and then groans as I move it just slightly.  I fist him slowly with just my left hand for quite some time.  All the way out.  All the way in with a slight twisting motion. 

This time, once my hand is inside, I slide my cockhead down my wrist and add it inside his ass.  Deep inside, my fingers part and I can fuck him between my index and third finger.  Derrick finds the poppers and soon Jacob is moaning for more.  I do it all again with my slightly larger right hand.  I add my cock with it once the fist is in place.  The mind fuck of it all is maybe even more powerful than the act itself.  Both deep inside the stretched, wet hole…

I step back.  I gesture to Derrick to take over and he fists the hole he knows so well.  His much bigger hands are inside Jacob quickly.  I love to watch partners have sex.  I stroke my cock with one hand and run the other over Jacob’s furry chest.

“Let’s change,” pants Jacob.

Derrick gets in the sling once more.  I’m up first.  I eat his used hole.  I fuck him.  I fist him.  He cautions me not to go for a double as we used to do.  I hadn’t thought I would—as I could tell his hole has not been used as much as in the past.

I give Jacob a turn and go to work Derrick’s nipples.  Jacob is totally turned on by showing off his fisting technique.  He worms his smaller left hand deep into Derrick.  He jerks himself with his right.  Suddenly, he moans and shoots a big load all over his partner’s balls and his own wrist, sticking out of Derrick’s ass.

He pulls out.  I do some clean up with my tongue and fist the rest of the cum deep into Derrick…

Even More Pictures From Before the Blog

 

As I am incredibly busy with this brief contract I accepted, it is time for another round of Pictures from a Sex Pig’s Past.

These are all from the same session in 2009.  It was a three-way—so the bottom’s partner took the pictures of his BF getting fucked. 

I had a brief period of shaving my head totally.  Some found it hot--I think I prefer me with stubble up there.

In charge of the business end of the sling, even then…

Five Men

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Hot, Then Not

 Jackson—June, 2023

 

It was the Wednesday at the end of the month.  The middle of the week had, in the past, proved a fun day at the bookstore—the one that had gone through a recent renovation to its playspace.  There always seemed to be lots of men around the various viewing stations, secluded cubicles or glory hole booths.  If I was lucky, I’d find a guy to show off his ass on the medical exam table.

As I arrived, just before noon, the parking lot showed a promising number of vehicles…

 

I go into the darkened area.  There are quite a few men standing around.  And not one of them is doing anything.  But that’s fine—I can usually fix that.  I sit on the couch in front of two different screens showing two different genres of porn.  I pull out my cock.  I see Dirk Caber’s ass being fucked on the big screen.  I think back to when I got to fuck him at my first Fornication event in Chicago.  I am instantly hard and dripping—knowing just how that ass up on the big screen television feels on my cock.  And how it tastes!

In moments, a man appears at my side.  He is my age, with rather long dark blond hair.  The guy is medium height and he’s maintained his body well over the decades.  He only has eyes for my wet cock.

“Sir, may I suck it?”

I nod.  I like his attitude.

He kneels and gives me a very good blow job.  Other men gather to watch the live sex.  My sucker pulls off me with a satisfied sigh.  He nods to me and leaves.  An older man, who watched the whole thing from just behind me, is right there.

“My turn?”  he asks.

I nod.  He kneels a little more slowly.  A bald man, in a neighboring chair, leans forward and watches intently.  This new cocksucker is just as adept.   And he remembers my balls.  I help him up, when he realizes I won’t be shooting anytime soon.  He makes a beeline to the bald guy.  “You have to suck that dick,” he whispers, but loud enough for me to hear it.

The bald guy seems unsure.  His partner insists. 

I watch the movie.  Dirk is now on his back, taking a different cock.

The bald guy arrives.  “My partner says I should try sucking you.”

“Please.”  (I love men who want to share with their partners!)

He gets on his knees.  He is perhaps not as proficient as the first two men, but he is still good.  Each time he takes me to the root, the bulge in his shorts gets bigger.  He stops when his knees tell him to—and rushes off to find his partner to compare notes.

The blond guy is back.  “Would you fuck my face this time?’

“Sure.”

We move behind the couch.  He kneels, with a wall from one of the glory hole rooms behind him.  I start easy, a slow stroke and only two thirds of my cock. 

“Give it to me,” he mumbles with his mouth full. 

I do.  Harder and harder.  He grunts his approval each time I speed up or go deeper.  He chokes.  And he reacts as if I’ve given him the best gift possible. 

We take a mini-break, and we do it again.  Hard and fast.  This time his head hits the wall on the last two strokes.  His face glows—and again—he thanks me.

We take a break.  In ten minutes or so, I do it all again with him.  He chokes.  I pull those long strands of deep throat spittle out of him.  I wrap them around my cock and make him take me again.  I look down.  His cock head is peeking out from the hem of his Bermuda shorts, angry and red and drooling.

I fuck his face some more.  I would love to make him shoot from my repeated deep assault of his mouth. 

I fuck and fuck.

He gags.  And wants a break. 

I go off and play with a fourth man…

*

“Will you fuck me?”

It’s the face fuck guy. 

“Sure.  Can be use the exam table?”

“Naw, I hate guys watching me get fucked.”  He leads me into the middle cabana booth.

“Everybody saw me fuck your mouth.  What’s the difference?”

“It’s my ass.  I don’t want ‘em to see.”

He strips and lies on the bench provided.  This makes him far too low for me to get into him.  I go to my knees.  The floor here is rough concrete.  I know my knees won’t take it.

“Can we try you on all fours?”

“So, you can fuck me like a dog?”

Well, yes, actually.

He gets up and bends over while standing and holding the back of the bench.  He’s the perfect height.  The moment I move behind him he kneels on the bench, lowering his ass a good few inches.  I lube up.  I go to my haunches to rim him.  Whoa.  There is no way I am putting my face there.

“Open me with your fingers.  I hate rimming.”

I tell him I can tell he’s not ready for a fuck.  I make myself sound apologetic.

“Bull shit. I cleaned out.”

“Well, things must have shifted…”

“You just don’t want to fuck me.  Lose your hard on?”

“I will if I fuck in a dirty ass.”  I feel like I want to plunge my finger in there and show him what I smelled.  But I don’t.  I just stuff my now wilting erection into my pants.  I leave the cubicle.

“Loser…” he mutters—but loud enough for me to hear it…

Why do guys argue about their clean out?  Even the best cleaning can fail after time. 

I mutter to myself as I go to the washroom and rinse the extra lube off my cock.

I am in no mood to stay now.  I head home…

"Do You Think I Can Take It?"

 Near Home—June, 2023

 

A Sunday afternoon at the bookstore towards the end of June…

 

It’s a bright afternoon.  And hot.  I can’t wait to get out of my hot car and into the cool building. I lock up, pay my admission and go sit in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video room.  My sex life in the last few weeks has been mostly fucking, so I am certainly ready to suck some dick.  There is only one man in here.  He is way off to the side.  He is watching the sex on the screen quite avidly—but does not pay any attention to the fact that there is now someone else in the room.

I stroke.  The video is fairly hot.  I like to see all three holes in play if I’m watching straight sex.  It’s happening here.  And sometimes with two men filling two at the same time.

The door opens.  A man around my age comes in.  He’s a regular—and loves to suck me.  I let him have his way with my cock.  He’s good—but I have never even been close to orgasm with his mouth on me.  I think of him as a great warm-up sucker.

And he proves me right.  He sucks my dick and licks my balls (when I remind him) until his knees give out.

I stroke.  The other man in the room leaves, having shot discreetly into a piece of paper towel he produced from inside his underwear.

A thickly built, white man enters.  He is my age, too.  He sports a long dark blond beard with closely cropped hair on top. He has a rather weathered face that makes me think he works outside.  He chooses to sit right next to me on my two-seater.  He kneads his jeans with a big hand.  His thick fingers squeeze his covered erection as the action on the screen heats up.

A light skinned Black man enters.  I haven’t seen him in ages.  (He is not the man who, in recent posts, I talk having the same size/shape cock as mine, in just a darker hue.  It has been so long since I’ve seen this guy, he may not even have a blog entry.)  He is, perhaps, just turning 50 and is in great shape.  He pulls me up and gives me a hug.

“It’s been forever…”

I agree with him.

“I finally got fucked by a guy with a thin cock…”

I remember that when we first met, he wanted my cock but knew he couldn’t take me as he was an anal virgin.  He would rub my shaft up and down his ass crack, each time we happened to meet.

“Do you think I can take it?”

“One way to find out.  Get me good and wet.”

He goes to his knees.  I had forgotten how good his mouth skills are.   He sucks and licks and leaves copious amounts of his spit all over my head and shaft.

“Eat me out—like you used to…”  He drops his shorts around his ankles.

I suddenly remember the old set up here, back when there were actual folding theatre seats in what became the gay cinema.  He would bend over down front, leaning on the seats and I would lick his hole and ass crack.  And then my cock would be sliding up and down between his furry cheeks.

He bends and I begin lick his butt.  I have no idea, now, if it is looser than it was.  It still feels like a very tight pucker.  I lick and spit and lube my dick—for I am going to need way more than spit to get inside him.

The man with the full beard opens his fly and strokes to the sex happening next to him. 

“Lick me some more…Please.”

I keep drilling with my tongue.  He is stroking his rather, short but thick dick.  Finally, I stand up.  For a minute or two I slide up and down his crack, like the old days.  But now my cock head targets his pucker.  I push.  It slowly seems to open. 

He groans.  “Go slow.”

I can’t go any slower—or I won’t be entering him at all.  I back up and try again.  It feels like half my cock head is in him.  He groans like I am full embedded in his ass.  I rock into him and back.  I am not going any deeper.  I re-lube.  This time, I get maybe another quarter inch into him.

“I feel so full,” he groans beneath me. 

And suddenly, it’s all over.  He spurts onto the floor under him.  He cleans up, proud that he ‘took’ me.  I don’t say anything.  He leaves—very happy.

“That was hot,” says my seat mate.  His hand reaches out and strokes my cock. 

I tell him how little got into the guy.

The door opens.  The man who sucked me earlier returns.  This time he sucks the man with the beard, while I am slowly jacked by those hands with the thick fingers.   As usual, in about 7 minutes, the sucker’s knees tire.  He excuses himself.

“I’ve wanted to do this for the last hour…”  The man with the beard leans over and takes me deep into his mouth.  His beard feels fabulous on my balls.  He has one of those tongues that never stops moving.  Usually, side by side sucks can be a rotten angle for my cock, but not with him.  He is making me feel very good.

He groans with all my dick deep inside his throat.  He comes up for air and begins to deep throat me each time.

I surprise myself with the words: “You want my load?”

He grunts out an affirmative—and I give it to him.  Five big blasts and he swallows it all…

I am panting.  He comes up for air.

“Would you fuck me sometime?” he asks.

“If you clean my dick up…”

He smirks and licks me clean.

Phone numbers are exchanged and I go home sated…

Equipment Close-Up: The Hogtie

 

Equipment Close-Up:  The Hogtie

 

I was surprised to learn I had never written an Equipment Close-Up on the hogtie.  I have certainly used it and mentioned it in several posts over the years.

I already owned the ankle and wrist restraints.  They were a gift from my leather loving brother.   I would occasionally restrain men with them to the sling chains.  When I wanted to incorporate the restraints into a fuck scenario away from the sling, I had made my own spreader bar.

(A link to the Spreader Bar)

I think I saw the Hogtie on either Fort Troff or Mr. S Leather website.   It is nothing more than a device to clip all four limbs together.  What FT sells now is all plastic, so I’m not sure where mine came from at this point.

If the bottom is on his back, I can control all his extremities by pushing and pulling them.  My favorite, is certainly to push the hogtie down towards their chest.  This rolls their ass up for a good fuck angle.

Here is Jacob in them.

I don’t use it often—but for the right man in the right head space, it works very well.

Here is a link to Mr. S Leather, which is a slightly different style. But a great set of pictures with them in use in another way.  Mr. S Leather

Pissing and Rimming Brent

 My Playroom—June, 2023

 

I received an email in my felchingpisser account.  The sender said he’d met me at a Cum-Union quite some time ago.  He told me that I ate the three or four loads he’d taken out of his ass and fucked him with what little cum was still in his hole.  He’d been thinking about me a lot lately—and he wanted to meet.

I have to say, the incident had all the hallmarks of me, but I couldn’t picture the man.  We quickly switched to text.  He sent me a face shot.  I remembered him immediately.  He is half my age, and a great pig.  He is slender, tall, with tufts of hair on his chest and a furry ass.  We had not played again.  Now he wanted to get wet with me in the playroom. 

We sent a bunch of texts with ideas for play and our limits.  Sometimes I don’t like to answer the text ‘What are you going to do to me?’—the guy is just jerking to the words and doesn’t really want to do more.  I was sure that was not Brent.  We talked about scenarios that turned us on.  Everything we brought up, we both liked.

I even agreed to meet with him a little earlier than I usually play.  He was so excited, he arrived earlier yet.  But I was ready for him…

 

Brent

I open the door to the playroom.  I am wearing just boots and the jock I am grunging up for a reader.  There, on his knees, is this hot young man.  He is wearing the white jock I requested, so we can watch it change color.  He has tall athletic socks on and nothing else.  He is kneeling in front of the sling, his hands behind his back.  Eager.  And expectant.

I mash the pouch of my pungent and stained jock into his face.  He groans and begins to lick it.  I will myself to piss—but I can’t quite get there, even as hydrated as I am.  Instead, my cock erects and he gives me some great head.  I grab his ears and face fuck him for a bit. 

I can’t wait to eat his ass after so long.  I tell him to get up on the bench.  His hot hairy butt juts out at the perfect height for me to dive in.  My tongue pokes into his tight hole.  But it loosens instantly.  I spit and lick it up—again and again.

“Take some poppers,” I tell him.  I’ve seen the bottle in his hand.

He does.  I stand up and let them hit him, slapping my hard cock on his right cheek.  I poke at his much looser hole, but I don’t go in—I shower it with piss.  It sluices down his hairy crack and onto the towel under the bench.  It’s not a big gush of liquid, just enough to flavor his hole.  I go to my knees and lick it up.  He groans.  I hear him take another hit as I eat him out again.  When he gets the cap back on, I stand up and enter him for the first of countless times today.  His hole is hot and ready.  I sink all the way into him as he groans.  Brent pushes back, taking the last inch I was saving for later.

Damn, he’s hungry.  I begin the fuck, long and slow.  I build fast.  Really slamming it into his receptive ass.  He groans and eggs me on, telling me how good I’m making him feel.  I slow down—and pull out.

“Let me taste my ass.”

I bring it to his face.  He licks and swallows me down, groaning at the juices on my cock.  It gets me even harder, so I pull out and fuck him again…

*

He’s in the sling.  I am eating Brent’s wet, and much looser hole.  I stand up.   My dick spurts piss all over his jock pouch.  I send a splash onto his chest—almost to his gaping mouth.  I dig his semi-hard out of the sopping wet pouch and wet it directly.  I bend and suck the piss off his cock.  He mops up his chest with his fingers and tastes me that way.

We fuck.  Repeatedly.  Brent cleaning my cock after each round.

“Daddy, I want to lick your hole like you promised.”

We change places.  I lie on the damp sling.  Brent goes to his knees and eats my hole out.  I close my eyes and revel in the all the sensations.  I hear him stand.  A gallon of piss is squirting out of him.  It is a young man’s flow—long and forever and copious.  It covers my ass, my jock and up to my chest.  It’s my turn to mop some up and taste it.  Brent goes to his knees, rimming me madly, trying to catch every delicious drop as it clings to the hair of my ass…

*

We fuck some more with him in the sling.  As he cleans my dick, I strap the leather restraints on his wrists.  I buckle them on his ankles as well.  As he lays there, I flatten the bench to become a padded table.  I get him out of the sling and onto the table before I grab the hogtie clip.  I clip his arms and legs to the four sides, causing them to bunch his limbs together.  I push down on it and it rolls his ass up to a good angle to fuck him while he’s helpless. 

I fuck him hard. 

He cleans my dick and we do it again.

*

I’ve pulled out the rimseat.  “Do you want to sit on it or be under it?” I ask.

“Under,” he says quickly, as he lays down on the mat.  I sit and let him go to work.  I use his poppers and relax and his active tongue licks every inch of my crack and hole.

I stand when my legs need to stretch, but he begs me to sit down again.  I do, taking another hit.

Eventually, we reverse.  I have him lean into the sling and shoot some piss on his hairy butt hole before he sits on my face.  I love how it keeps dripping—as I can’t possibly lick it up fast enough…

*

“I want you to breed me,” he says as he helps me up from the mat.

We have been playing for a very long time—and I am more than ready, after rimming him so deeply.

We both are very damp—all over.  And it feels great on this hot day.  I choose the sling.  “I want to see your face as I load you.” 

He gets in.  I kneel and eat his hole.  I can’t get enough.  I pull the cheeks apart and go as deep as on the rim seat.  I hear him do poppers.  I lube up as I eat. 

I stand and slide in.  He locks eyes with me.  “Fuck my wet ass.  Hard!”

I do as I’m told.  I am so close.  He passes me his poppers.  I take a hit.  I feel my cock swell even more as I screw the cap on.  I begin slamming into his wet ass.  The room is filled with the sound of our wet bodies colliding.

“Do it.  Fill me up…” he groans out.

I thrust a few more times.  I really want to tongue him again, but I don’t stop.  I am so damn close.

“Breed me…please…”

I look at him.  I can see that lust for load in his eyes. 

And I shoot.  Over and over.  I fuck it deep.  And it feels like there’s a lot of jizz.  I bend down and hold on to him, my cock still deep in his guts.  His arms wrap around me.

Eventually, I move.  I slip to my knees and lick out some of my load.  I feed it to his eager mouth, in a sloppy kiss…