A Muscle Ass Fourway: "I Am So Fucked"

 My Playroom—June, 2024

It was going to be something new in the playroom.  I think, without searching every last entry since I moved, I have never had more than two of us in this playroom.  I might have had a threeway there that I can’t remember, but on this night, there were going to be four—and I know that is new.  Muscle Ass was back in the area for work.  We had looked for some group play up in Lansing but hadn’t really found it.

So, this time, I wanted someone’s dick in him besides mine.  I sent a text to the couple I have so much fun with, either at their home or at the larger group play sessions in Grand Rapids.  Tim was excited.  He would ask his partner and get back with me.

He let me know they would be there in less than 24 hours.  Pictures were exchanged.  They only made everyone more excited for Tuesday to arrive.  We met up around seven.  Muscle Ass poured drinks for a brief chat in my living room.  Soon enough we went downstairs.  I had put extra chairs in the hallway by the entrance, as I knew they would take up too much room inside the playroom.  I only had my robe on, so I went in and turned on the porn…

 

Muscle Ass comes in.  There is a reason I use this name for him.  He is gym built, very Italian, and in his 50’s.  Tim is in next.  He is wearing his harness and a colored jock.  He looks to be around the same age and is slightly stockier.  I think I need to call the Top in the relationship something new as I always call him Top Host.  Well, he is tall, my age, and his dick is slightly longer than mine.  It has a smaller head, but the shaft gets fatter and fatter as it moves towards the base. Perhaps, Tall Top will suffice.

Muscle Ass goes to his knees in front of the fuck bench.  Tall Top is right there, offering him his hardening cock.  Tim and I join in, making a semi-circle in front of him.  He moans, all while mouthing first one and then the next of us.  Tim is not as long, but he has an incredibly thick shaft.  I wait a minute and then slap my drooling dick on his cheek.  He slobbers over it.

Muscle Ass is in Pig Heaven.

Tim and I move away so Muscle Ass can really Get to know Tall Top’s cock.  Tim goes to his knees and deep throats me.  He’s great, as always.  I glance over at Tall Top.  He is very pleased.  He nods to me and moves over for Tim to suck him and I go feed Muscle Ass my wet dick.

Muscle Ass finally stands up to stretch.  He looks at Tim. “I need to fuck before I get fucked.”  Tim gets up off his knees and move to the bench.  I eat his ass first as Tall Top feeds him his dick.  I move aside and Muscle Ass takes a turn rimming Tim’s full ass.  I am greased up.  I push into Tim’s ass and fuck him.  Hard.  Tall Top encourages me to use him.  Tim is groaning around that thick dick in his mouth.  Muscle Ass greases up and jerks to the sight of my dick plunging in and out.

I pull out.  Muscle Ass steps into place, but he’s not quite hard enough.  Instead, Tim gets up and Muscle Ass takes his place.  I fuck him first with Tall Top in his mouth.  Tall Top comes around and fucks him next while Tim feeds Muscle Ass.  I stroke for a minute then slap my dick on Muscle Ass’ back.  Then it’s Tim’s turn up his ass.  Tall Top goes back to his mouth and I move behind Tim.  I let him start the fuck—and slide into him, forming a train.  I stand still and Tim bucks forward into Muscle Ass and, as he pulls out, impales himself on me.  Tall Top loves this.  He moves around and takes my place, fucking his partner’s ass…

*

Tim is in the sling.  Muscle Ass is feasting on his well fucked hole.  Tall Top and I sit on the bed and watch.  I suggest he let me eat his ass.  I am the only man he lets do it (or so he says.)  I suggest the bench, but he chooses the bed.  He gets on all fours and let’s my tongue explore his crack.  I lose track of time.

When I look up, the guys at the sling have switched.  Tim is plowing his super thick cock into Muscle Ass.  This rouses Tall Top, too.  We both get up and stand on the side, watching the fuck.

“I am so fucked…” croons Muscle Ass.

I let Tall Top go next.  Tim comes around and works Muscle Ass’ nips.  I watch Tall Top plow him, then kneel.  He knows I want his ass-wet cock in my mouth.  He fucks a couple of more strokes into Muscle Ass’ juicy butt, then fucks my open mouth a few strokes.  Back it goes into his butt—then back into my mouth.  I let him go back and forth between us half a dozen times before I stand up.  I take his place and fuck Muscle Ass as hard as I can.

Tim and Tall Top take a water break and sit on the bed.  They are in shock that I jump in the sling.  Muscle Ass attacks my butt crack with his tongue.  Tall Tops erection has flagged slightly, but the sight of me getting off on Muscle Ass’ tongue revives him. 

“Look how hard he is,” Tim says, nudging his partner.  It’s true.  I am absolutely rampant…

*

We all take another turn on Muscle Ass on the bench.  Tall Top is first inside him.  Tim sucks me as TT fucks.  I fuck him.  Tim fucks him.  But Tall Top is overheating—those two bow out, telling us how much fun they had.  I fuck Muscle Ass as they get dressed and then take them upstairs to the door. 

I find Muscle Ass in the sling when I get back downstairs.  “Cum in me!”

I eat his wet hole.  I think I will be able to do that easily.  I stand up and fuck him one last time.  I am on the edge—and now I’m over it.  I let fly, thinking about how much dick Muscle Ass has had inside him tonight.  And how stretched out his hole feels.  His ass lips are puffy and huge.  When I stop spurting, I fall to my knees and lick up my escaping seed from those very lips.

I share.  Drooling it into his open mouth.

“I need to get off.  Put something up my ass…”

I start with the stainless-steel bulb of the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  It pushes against the hole, but not into it.

I switch to the curved cock with the bumps, left by GaryM.  It enters him instantly—and the curve hits his prostate.  It takes a moment, but he shoots, all over his hairy chest…

The IML Glorious Threeway Just Keeps on Giving…

 Last night was the massive Fornication Party.  There is no way I could put a coherent full post together.  (You’ll hear about it in about 10 days.)

 

Chicago—May, 2024

I got a text from Seth after I posted about our fun.  He’d looked at his phone and realized he had some pictures of the threeway he could share with you.   We didn’t take many, as we were too intent on the sex.  But here are a few…

 

This is Miles in Seth.

FP rimming Seth.

FP fucking Seth.

 And a gratuitous shot of Miles before we began…

A link to the original post is here:   Glorious Threeway  —where there are more pictures.

Hitting the Target

 Jackson—June, 2024

On the last trip to the Jackson bookstore, the one with the lounge that has become a full play area, I had noticed a flyer taped to the door.  It said that the second Saturday of every month a group met in the lounge.  I asked the cashier about it.  She told me it tripled her attendance on that day.

I knew I had to check it out.

I got there right after noon, with a packed lunch for later.  The parking lot was jammed.  I barely found a place to park.  I went in, paid and stepped into the darkened lounge…

 

Men are everywhere.  And they are playing, not milling around and just looking.  Blow jobs are happening.  The booths are filled and men are on the slurp ramp getting head from those hidden guys.  I walk back to the medical exam table.  There are seven or eight men here.  All sucking or being sucked.  And all in my age range. 

I move to the space almost behind the table and take out my cock.  In moments, a man pulls off the dick he’s been sucking, sits on the table and bends to take me.  I’m just on the edge of full hardness and his mouth does the trick.  He grunts out his pleasure as he services me.

“Don’t forget my balls.”

He moves there.  His tongue is magic, making me drool precum.  Another man moves closer to us.  With a slight push, I send the man with the hot mouth over to the new cock.  He fellates him with the same look of pleasure on his face, but in moments is back on me.  He spends the next few minutes going back and forth on our cocks—until the new guy gives him a mouthful of cum…

*

I wander.  I use the slurp ramp and stick my cock through the hole.  The unknown mouth on my dick is adequate at best.  His teeth hit my flared head once too often and I move on.

I stroke to some three-way sex on screen, sitting on the large couch.  I have two men come by.  Each give me some head. Pleasant and a nice change from my hand.

There seems to be no ass available today…

*

My dick needs a rest—so many mouths on it.

I go eat lunch in my car. 

When I come back, I settle into one of the smaller rooms to watch porn.  I pull out my cock to see who I can attract.  The crowd has shifted a little.  Some younger men are here now.  One of them, somewhere in his early 40’s strolls by, sees my dick and comes in.  He’s handsome.  He stands at the door, groping himself.  He nods.  I nod.  He kneels and takes me into his mouth.  He’s great.  A moist and hot mouth and tongue, and that look in his eye of being right where he wants to be…

He loves the musk from my balls and tells me so.  Then he proceeds to lick every hairy millimeter of each sack.  Eventually he moves back to my cock.  A larger man, that my sucker seems to know, sits down next to us.  He watches the blow job for a moment before he pulls out a thick, angry red fire plug of a dick.

I love the sharing.  I nudge my sucker to give him a try.  He does.  And back to me.  Then he tries the new man again, moving so he is between his legs.  I hear him unzip—but I can’t see the cock he’s now stroking.  Eventually, when he can’t get the guy to shoot, he comes back to me.  But his knees are tired.  He gets up to stretch—and disappears…

I wander.  I really wanted to give him my load. 

I find a few other willing men, but now I’m spoiled.  I let them suck, but I know I won’t be getting off.

I go back to the big L shaped couch, where I can see a variety of porn.  In moments, the guy who I wanted to give my load, sits on the other part of the couch.  He pulls his shorts and underwear down around his ankles.  He is stroking a nice seven incher.  We smile at each other.  I stand up and bring him my dick.  He leans forward and sucks me. 

I go to my knees and suck him for a bit…but I can tell that is not his thing.  I move down.  My tongue connects with his pucker.  He groans.  I rim him a bit.  He moans and strokes.

“You want my cock?”

“I do—but it’s too big…”

I lube up a finger and begin stroking his prostate.

“Oh, shit….” He groans.  He jerks, I can tell he’s moments away.  I lean forward, but he blocks me.  He wants to jerk.  And in moments, he fires.  A huge load all over his balls.  It runs down to his hole—and I push it inside.

“Cum on my hole,” he pleads.

I am right there.  I pull out my finger and fire my swimmers at his once tight pucker.  They hit the target.  Five splats of semen that begins to drip.  I finger some inside of him.  He groans out his approval.  I wipe up some more of his seed, pushing it inside him—where our cum can mix…

A Hot Surprise as the New Porn Space Opens

 Near Home—June, 2024

I had heard, via an online chat room, that the new theatre remodel (after the car accident took out the original two) was going fast.  It was set to reopen on the first Friday of the month.  Of course I had to be there!  I took off, after lunch, to see what they had done.  (It turned out that they had let people into the space by that Wednesday.)

The old video arcade, with all those single booths, was gone, ripped out and the machinery sold to another video store.  The arcade was on the opposite side of the retail store from the old theatre rooms, still in rubble.  There was currently a curtained entrance at the archway.  The restroom was there, where it had always been, to the left as you entered.  The empty space was larger than I expected.  It was basically a big L shaped room, painted black.  On the wall that would be the bottom of the L was a large television showing straight porn.  At what would be the top of the L, forming a narrow alcove, was another television, showing gay porn.  New, comfortable chairs were strewn haphazardly around, facing either one screen or another.  I sat down where I could see both screens with just a slight head swivel. 

There were half a dozen men in the room.  One man was openly stroking to the straight porn.  Two were kneading their own crotches.  The atmosphere was good, but tentative…

 

I can’t quite unzip yet.  My cock tents my camos slightly.  The male couple, who come here together to suck dick, come in and smile at me.  The shaved headed one stands near the bathroom and takes out his cock to stroke, hoping it would encourage others.  His partner comes over to me and asks if I am ready to get sucked.  I tell him I’m not.  The curtained entrance is letting in a ton of noise distraction from the retail side of things.

In five minutes, I say the hell with it, and pull out my cock.  The partner with hair is right there.  He kneels between my splayed legs and gives me great head.  He is especially glad to get to me before there is a slight sheen of lube on my cock.  He knows better than to think he’s going to get me off.  He sucks and licks and hums until his knees give out.

His partner, cock swinging, comes for me the moment he stands up.  He sucks me with his usual gusto, beating his own dick.  A bear, new to me, comes in mid suck.  We don’t stop or try to hide.  He sits next to us, so he can watch Shaved Head go to town on my cock.  SH likes an audience.  He works harder, but his knees, too, act as a timer.  He gets up, patting my shoulder affectionately. 

A lull.  I stroke, mostly to the straight as it is more in front of me (and the scene is a rough three-hole workout.)  The bear likes the scene, too.  He unzips and strokes his thick dick along with me.

“You have a great cock,” he whispers. 

I thank him.

“Mind if I take a turn?”

I smile and nod.  He gets down between my legs and gives me the best head so far.  There is just something about his hunger.  Maybe he doesn’t get to have a hard dick in his mouth very often…

I would love to give him my load as a reward.  But I’m just not there yet.  I wouldn’t mind sucking him—but that is not in the cards.  When he tires, he heads to the bathroom, washes up and leaves.

A longer lull.

The guy playing with himself from the top of the afternoon is still not hard.  We are now the only men in the room for quite some time.  I am on the verge of leaving when three men come through the curtain.  Two are talkative regulars who rarely play.  The third is the road worker I blew a few weeks ago while another man sucked me.

I nod to the road worker in his florescent shirt and work boots.  His blond hair is longer now, and slightly curly with the heat.  He sits behind me, facing the gay screen, which now has a six-man orgy on it.  We suddenly are all watching that.

Road Worker unzips and pulls out his regulation sized dick.  It grows fast to his full six or so inches.  He strokes himself with a determination to drop a load and go.

I watch the video.  And him.  I finally get up and ask him if he ‘wants my mouth on that again.’  I use that phrase on purpose to remind him how he liked it before.

“Naw, don’t think so,” he grunts.

I sit in the chair next to him.  We both stroke to the video.  I am pleased he keeps looking at my cock every once in a while. 

Then out of the blue: “Go ahead and suck me.”

I go to my knees.  Again, I love how his balls smell and taste after a day of manual labor.  He seems to like my tongue.  His cock is drooling a lot.  But I can’t quite to seem to get him over the edge.

Then: “Enough.”

I take my mouth off his cock and get up.  My disappointment is short lived, as he leans forward and tentatively takes my swollen dick into his mouth.  The moment is electric for every one now watching us and not the video.  Road Worker’s technique is not as good as any of the other men who’ve sucked me today, but it’s so unexpected and so hot that it is this particular guy, that I stand there with a silly smirk on my face.  He sucks and slobbers and beats his own cock like mad.

He groans—I want to go to my knees and get his load, but he stands up, steps away and fires a massive load all over the floor.  He put himself away, still wet and dripping, snapping the waistband of his Under Armour boxer briefs.  He takes off.

I do myself up, too. 

I’m not going to top that today. 

 *

 Road Worker’s earlier appearance is in Swallow, Don't Spit

A Message from I-75 South

 

This is a second day of travel for me.  

I am winging my way down to the mountains of Tennessee for another Fornication Weekend.  

I should have some writing time once I get there—so check back after 4pm Eastern time…

Keith Watches His Ass Get Plundered

 My Playroom—June, 2024

 

One of the things I love about my life is how men I know keep popping back into my orbit.  I had met Keith at the group sex gathering in Grand Rapids.  We’d had some excellent sling time there.  Then he got busy and didn’t return to more recent group sessions.  But he’d taken my phone number.  Now, after two, almost three years, he reached out by text. 

Could we meet?  We worked it out and on the first Tuesday of the month, Keith was in my playroom—stripped and ready for my dick…

 

He’s tall.  That I remembered.  And hairy.  Everywhere.  Likely slightly trimmed, but not so you can immediately tell.  I remembered him as handsome—and he certainly is. He is at least 10 years younger than I am, maybe even 15.  His cock stands up the moment I take my robe off.  I toss it on top of his clothes that are neatly folded on the chair behind the door.  I go and lean against the fuck bench.

“Get me hard.”

He kneels, eager to do just that.  He pulls the fabric back and nuzzles my ball sack.  My cock springs to life.

“You’re bigger than I remember.  Damn!” he grins.  And begins licking my piss slit.  Soon my whole cockhead disappears into his mouth.  His tongue is everywhere—head, shaft, balls.  I sigh contentedly as he moves up from my nuts, up the shaft and devours my dripping head.

“Let me lick your ass.”

I move to let him get on the bench.  His gym-built ass is lovey to look at.  The cheeks are downy, but his ass crack is terrifically hairy.  I kneel and begin to get his crack as wet as he left my cock.  He is rock hard as I rim.  He is lying on the bench so his cock totally hangs off it.  I feel it, swab up his precum with my fingers and smear it on his pucker.  Keith groans—knowing just what I’m doing as I drill his juices into him with my tongue.

It's one of those butts I could eat all day.  But my cock is rampant and needs attention.  I lube it up with coconut oil as I lick his crack one more time.  I stand.  My cockhead disappears inside him.  He is pleasantly tight—not too tight.  I bottom out.  Hold.  And fuck.

Keith groans and tells me to fuck him harder.  I comply.  His eyes find the mirror off to the side.  He gasps as he realizes he can watch my cock hammer into him.  I pull out.  Slap his ass crack with my rock-hard dick and enter him again.  A little roughly.

“Yessss….” he sighs.

I fuck him for a long time.  When I pull out, I wonder if he’ll want to taste his ass on my dick.  He cocks his head, expectantly.  And there’s the answer.  I move so me can lick me.  He does.  Every inch of flesh.

I fuck him again. 

He cleans me again.

I suggest we move to the sling.  He gets in easily.  A pig that knows his way around equipment.

I kneel and look at his wet ass.  I spend long minutes tonguing up and down his ass crack.  Finally, I dig into his hole. I let out an involuntary moan—he tastes so damn good.  The mix of his own natural lube, the coconut oil and my precum is a heady mix.  I make myself get up and move to the side of the sling.  We kiss, sharing his deliciousness back and forth.  I go back and lick his ass again. 

“Share it…” he murmurs.

I do.  A longer, involved kiss.

This time, when I go back, I enter him and we fuck.  I point up to the mirror above him.  His eyes go there, enthralled at seeing his hot ass being plundered.  I speed up the fuck.  The frame creaks.  The chain ends smack the poles.  It’s a noisy fuck. 

And it ends with my cock in his mouth.  He slobbers over my shaft and sends me back to drill him again.  Another loud fucking.  Another cock cleaning.  This time with a kiss after it.

I take a drink from my mug of tea.  It’s still warm.  I take another sip and hold it in my mouth.  I kneel and let it run down his ass crack.  He groans.  I lick it up.  I take a sip from the cold water I’ve brought down for him.  I do the same thing.  Keith loves the temperature change.  I lick it up as well.

I stand. 

“Fuck me!” he groans out.

My cock slaps his tight ball sack.  Piss erupts out of it.  It sluices down his ass crack, clinging to all the hair.  He groans, telling me that is so hot.  “Poke some into me…”  I do, with the last few drops I have left.  I lick up and down his crack, swallowing down all my piss.  I stand back up and fuck him. 

Hard. 

Using him for my pleasure.

His cock, which has been only semi-hard in the sling, stiffens up again.

“Breed me,” he mumbles.  “I want your load.”

It feels a little fast, but my cock tells me I could shoot.  I pull out and go back to eating his ass.  Keith strokes his cock.  I spit and drill it into his now pliable hole.  His ass lips are slightly puffy.  I massage them with my tongue, making him stroke faster.

I stand up.  I enter him, a little roughly.  I fuck with long, hard strokes. 

“Cum in me,” he moans.

That sets me off.  I fire my load deep into him.  I feel each shot from my dick, magnified by his tight hole.  I grab the frame and stay there, marinating deep inside.

“Don’t pull out…”  He is jerking his cock.

I am going nowhere.

In moments, he shoots, his ass squeezing down on me with each blast.  His cum pools between his hairy pecs…

A Four Ass Saturday

 Jackson—June, 2024

It was the first Saturday of the month.  I had thought about going to the bookstore/bathhouse in Lansing but going online I found they had had an electrical fire.  The business was closed until it could be rewired, and a sprinkler system put in.  (Many in the chat room where this was talked about wondered if they would ever re-open.)

At my usual haunt, the remodel after the car accident had just been started.  It was scheduled to open ‘soon.’

Two down.  One left.

Well, Saturdays had proved to be very busy at the bookstore that turned the viewing lounge into more of a playing area, so I packed a lunch and went east…

 

The parking lot is packed.  I buy my ticket and go in.  Men are milling around.  A few sit and stroke to the big screen televisions, a few just watch and knead themselves.  Two of the three glory hole rooms are closed.  I check the slurp ramp—two men are using the holes—and groaning softly.

I head to the medical exam table.  There is a crowd at the door frame.  I push through.  A fuck is in progress—and I know both the men.  I move closer and take out my dick.  The guy on the table is a shaved headed man, my age, who I have fucked here regularly.  He is being pounded by the tall hairy man I have had the good fortune to fuck here a number of times.  Both are fully naked, their clothes piled on the floor.  They both smile a greeting.  I stroke as the long thin dick of the hairy guy fucks the other man deep and hard.  I take a long swallow from my water bottle, set it down and stroke.

“Take a turn on his butt.”

Tall Hairy pulls out and steps to the side.  He gives his wet dick to Shaved Head to suck.  I push into the wet hole on offer.  Shaved Head groans around the cock in his mouth.  I fuck slowly.  Guys at the doorway move in a step of two.  I begin to speed up.  Soon I am fucking him hard enough to make the table creak.

We switch.  Shaved Head is just as eager to suck his juices off my cock.  But he has to stop sucking me, as Tall Hairy begins to fuck him furiously.  I think he’s about to cum.  I had been thinking of seeing if I could get into Tall Hairy’s hole while he was fucking, but I don’t want to mess with his orgasm.

But he doesn’t shoot.  He just slows down.

A phone goes off.  It’s Shaved Head’s. The two men disengage so he can find it amongst the pile of clothes.  He answers it—and isn’t happy.  He gets dressed to go deal with some problem.

“How convenient.  Now you can fuck me.”

Tall Hairy climbs on the table.  His long legs rest on the top of the metal stirrups.  I kneel and eat his ass.  He groans.  “I hoped you’d do that.  Eat me out…” 

This is too much for two of the men watching us.  They leave.  The other two step closer.  I stand up and enter him.  I love watching his face as I do it.  The surprise.  The concentration.  The joy as I bottom out.  I fuck with long, deliberate strokes.  He grabs his cock and begins jerking in time with my thrusts.  A watcher gets brave and reaches out to play with his nipples as we fuck.

I slow down.  Stop.  I eat is hole again.  “Let me taste me.”

I consider a kiss, but go with my cock up to his mouth.  He cleans he hungrily.  Then I fuck him for a second time.

A new man arrives.  He is younger, likely mid-40’s.   He is tall-ish, with dark blond hair that is rather long.  He sees us and comes right over.  He knows Tall Hairy.  He stands on the other side and strokes his chest as I fuck.

We break.  The new guy strips.  He has a very hairy chest himself and a very full ass, also extremely hairy.  Tall Hairy gets up.  The younger guy bends at the waist and goes down on him.  Tall Hairy reaches down and spreads the full ass.  “Eat his ass like you did me.”

I don’t have to be asked twice.  I dive into the hairy jungle.  He groans.  Tall Hairy groans.  I make guttural sounds in the back of my throat.

“You want him to fuck you?” Tall Hairy askes the younger man.

He grunts an affirmative, never stopping sucking the dick in his mouth.  I chow down a bit longer, then get up and stick my cock in the new hole.  Now he stops sucking.  He pants.  He moans.  He tells me to slow down—even though I am merely inching into his tight hole.  I finally bottom out and wait.

“You should have started with me,” Tall Hairy says.

The younger man pants…and tells me to fuck him slowly.

I do.  I can tell he’s not comfortable.  I pull out.

“Get up on the table,” Tall Hairy says. 

He does.  And Tall Hairy sinks into his friend.  Easily. And fucks him hard.  I offer my cock for him to suck, but he is staring up at the man fucking him so intently, I decide to leave them to it.

I wander. 

I sit in the small room and stroke.  The crowd has thinned slightly.  I can’t find a cocksucker.  A fully naked man walks in.  He is likely my age, gym built five or six years ago.

“May I?”

I nod, waiting for him to kneel and suck.  He turns around and sinks his greased-up hole on my cock.  He moans all the way down my shaft.  He begins to bounce and stroke himself.  His ass feels wet and wonderful.  In moments he is shooting a big load on the floor in front of us…

*

I wander.  Tall Hairy and his friend seem to have gone.  I go out to the car and eat my lunch.

The crowd has really thinned.  Men are around, but no one seems to want to suck me or be sucked.  I sit by the curtained booths, stroking to the some threeway porn.  I hear a noise in the cubicle behind me.  I investigate.  It’s dark, but I see someone is on all fours, bare ass offered.  My hand caresses the butt.  It’s hairy.  Very hairy.  It’s the younger man from before.  I feel his hole.  I am positive Tall Hairy gave him a load in there.

He moans.

I go to my knees and eat his ass again.  I can just barely taste the jizz.

“Fuck me…”

“You think you can take me now that you have a load in there?” I whisper.

“Please…”

I stand up and enter him.  He feels terrific—and his hole has been opened up.  He may have had other men up him, for all I know.  I begin to fuck.  I know the moment I push in I will be breeding him.

“Fuck me,” he mumbles.

I begin a fast, hard fuck.  It’s all about me now.  I want to cum inside him.

“You want it?”

“Yes.  Please…”

“Say the words…” I pant.  I wonder if I can last long enough for him to get them out.

“Breed me,” he murmurs.  “Cum in my hole.  Fill me up…”

And it works.  My cock explodes.  Jet and jet of white hot cum is blasted up his ass…

Four Wet Pigs in a Playroom

 Lansing—May, 2024

The next day, I had more sex.  It was good on Monday, when there were just the two of us in the playroom, but Tuesday there were four of us in a bigger playroom.  And it was wetter…

I had been invited to join the couple I had met and played with so often at the Grand Rapids group.  I had been to their home before, but not for some time.  Top Host is as tall and as thin as I am.  He is hairy in all the right places, including his chest.  His cock is my length or so, but the girth keeps getting thicker and thicker towards the base.  Tim, his partner, is a couple of years younger.  He has a slightly thicker build, with a great cock that he tends to use until someone plays with his beautiful, thick ass.  It takes two hands to spread those cheeks apart. 

I was told the day before, that they had found an additional player.  He was a man around our age, rather bearish in build and a shaved head.  He was versatile.  He’d had some prostate surgery—he could no longer cum.  But if a cock hit his prostate repeatedly, he pissed euphorically.  He has a very common name, so I have christened him CumPisser for this tale.

I went right up to the playroom.  In a room that originally was likely for the maid, they have a wonderfully laid out playroom.  A sling hangs from the rafters.  There is a double bed, the same brand of fuck bench as mine, a rimseat and a massage table.  Since the last time I was there, there are mirrors in more places.  A toilet and shower are in a room to the side.

Top Host and CumPisser are there, putting a play spread on the bed.  Both are naked but for jocks.  I strip quickly.  Tim comes up the stairs, having left his clothes behind downstairs.  He is in a jock and a leather harness.  Top Host is now standing still and letting CumPisser suck his cock to full hardness.  I move to Tim and let him do the same for me…

 

Mouths are everywhere.  CumPisser has joined Tim working on me.  One is on my balls the other on my shaft.  Top Host has moved behind me and is hugging me from behind, his huge erection between my ass cheeks.  The guys shift positions.  Tim now sucks his partner, I am in CumPisser’s mouth.  He takes me deep, choking himself with my dick.

He pulls off me, trailing deep throat spittle.  “Fuck me with this,” he begs, winding the spit around my shaft.  He flops on his back on the bed.  I pull him to the edge.  He grabs the back of his knees as I kneel and eat his hairy ass.  It is ready and slightly gaping the moment my tongue enters him.  I lick and spit.  I hear movement around me.  When I stand to fuck, I see the others have joined us, each holding a leg so CumPisser and be more comfortable.  I enter him.  His eyes widen.  I barely pause.  I am sure that he’s already been fucked by Top Host, maybe both of the guys, before I got there.  I increase my stroke.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he croons.  “Right there…”

I pound harder—and it does the trick.  CumPisser does just that.  Piss shoots out of his cock and pools just below his pecs.  I lean down, my cock still in him and slurp it up.  The moment I am done, I pull out and let Top Host fuck him.  I stay there, first holding a leg—then kneeling to clean Top Host’s dripping cock when he’s done.

Tim pulls me over to the fuck bench.  He gets on and I kneel to eat his ass.  I stay there for a long time, licking and spitting.  Finally, I stand.  I enter him, sliding easily into his very wet hole.  He gasps—and I wait.  I begin a slow fuck.  I am standing where I can watch the fucking happening on the very big screen television at the end of the room.  I match my strokes to the guy on the screen, starting slow and speeding up when he does.  I just don’t shoot in the six and half minutes it takes my screen counterpart to breed.

I hear sounds from the sling, which is just out of my vision.  I slow down the fuck.  I eat his hole again.  Tim tells me he wants piss in his ass before the day is over.  I nod.

I move to the sling and watch Top Host fuck CumPisser.  I am there as he shoots piss again.  I lean over and lick it up.  I don’t swallow; I feed it to CumPisser.  He is surprised and delighted.

“Fuck him,” says Top Host.  He pulls out.  Again, I clean his cock—and stay on my knees to rim CP.  He groans.  His hole is now super wet with all our juices.  I stand up and fuck.  I make him shoot piss twice…

*

The sex is almost a blur as we constantly change partners, lick different holes or poles.  I change holes between the two of them. I fuck on the bed, at the sling and on the fuck bench.  The two men taking our dicks are turned on by the sharing as much as the tops are.

CumPisser is in the sling.  Top Host is fucking.  CP’s cock is very hard.  Tim steps up on a chest that is under the sling.  Standing, he straddles CumPisser’s body facing him.  He sits on the thick hard cock.  Top Host pulls out of CP as he sees his partner impaled.  Tim bends slightly forward and Top host pushes his cock into Tim’s ass along with CP’s dick.

“Take two,” he grunts out.  I am standing to the side.  Jerking.  Enjoying the show.  They fuck—both dicks remaining in his hole. 

“Your turn.”  Top Host slides out.  I replace him.  I push a little and CP plops out of Tim’s ass.  But he goes right back in—and I push again.  Tim’s hole opens up and I am inside.  He gasps.  I groan.  CumPisser makes guttural noises of sheer delight.  It is one of the best DP’s I have ever had.  They rarely work for me.  But my cock is sliding up and down CP’s girthy dick and being squeezed by Tim’s muscle hole.  It’s great.

But it’s a position that can’t last long.  Tim needs to stand—and he does, releasing both cocks.  I bend and clean up CumPisser’s cock—while sliding my cock into him.  I fuck him until he shoots another load of piss…

*

It’s late in the afternoon.

Top Host is fucking CumPisser in the sling.  I am once again in Tim, as he kneels on the bed.  I hear Top Host groan—then bellow out his cumshot.  I turn and watch his body shake as he loads the wet ass he’s buried in.

“Go felch it out,” Tim whispers.

I don’t need any more encouragement.  I go to them. I gingerly clean Top Host’s cock.  I dive into the cum dripping ass of CumPisser.  I lick up all that is dribbling out—and share it with the man.  He sucks my cummy tongue with the hottest moans, deep in his throat. 

I slide into him.  There is no way I’m not fucking in his cum-filled ass.  He’s slick and now super wet. 

“Breed him,” says Tim.

I’m glad he’s fine with it as I usually like to save my load for the host.  And it’s a good thing, for I really can’t stop thrusting.  My cock knows what I need to do.

In moments, I’m there.   My balls shoot as if I hadn’t cum for a week.  I fire again and again and again.  CumPisser is shooting another round of piss on chest, too.  I smear it through his chest hair with the hand that isn’t holding the sling chain for support.

Eventually, I pull out.  I felch some of my own load.  I share it with CumPisser, dribbling it into his mouth.  I pull out, my cock swaying and still dripping.  I haven’t lost my hardness. 

“Get on the bench,” I tell Tim.

I stick it into him.  I know I can’t fuck as it is now softening.  But I can piss.  I am filling him.  Emptying my entire bladder.  Giving him just what he’s asked me for…

“Please. I’ve Always Wanted to…”

 My Playroom—May, 2024

I got home tired, but safely, after the huge IML piss party.  I went to my meeting on Sunday and found there were about 3 and half minutes of it that applied to me, but I did meet some of the people I will be working alongside.   I also heard from the beautiful young man.  He had remembered FelchingPisser and sent me his phone number on BBRT.  In moments we were texting and he seemed turned on by the idea of my asking to post his ass pics with the write up. I wonder if he is reading this now…?

By Monday, Memorial Day, I was ready for sex again.  I thought about Teddy, the man I was often using as a cumdump at the bookstore.  He had reached out a number of times to meet at the house, but it was always so last minute I couldn’t make it work.  Today was a holiday, I wrote to him, did he have time?  Did he want to bring his boyfriend?

He was working but was sure that he would get off early.  He would keep me posted.  Well, he worked late.  He took a co-worker home to another city.  Then he drove home to clean up.  The boyfriend wouldn’t be coming—he was in a mood. Finally, Teddy was ready to start south.

By the time he’d get here, it would be far too late in my book.  But I had napped in the afternoon.  I wanted to unload.  I told him to come along.  It took longer than he guessed, but finally he was at the door…

 

He strips off in the playroom.  I realize that this is the first time I’ve seen him fully naked as we are always at least partial dressed when he’s bent over in one of the cinemas.  I think he works outdoors from the tan line on his arms.  He is a tall man, likely early 40’s, with a little extra weight on him.  I am naked but for boots and the very fragrant piss party jock.  I am lying on the bed.  He kneels, now naked but for socks, between my spread legs.  His warm tongue licks the jock.  I tell him where it's been.  He loves the idea of wet, group sex.

He pulls aside the fabric and swallows down my half hard cock.  I erect in seconds, making his throat feel full.  He come up for air and begins working his tongue over every millimeter of my dick.  Up and down and in the piss slit.  All around the balls.  Under them.  Halfway down my perineum and up again into a deep throating of my now drooling cock. 

He is in no hurry.  I relax and let his mouth explore me.  He licks me all over one more time.  This time he’s a little closer to my asshole with his tongue on my taint.  Once again, he swallows me down and milks my dick with his throat.

We move to the fuck bench.  I don’t think he’s been on one.  I help him get in the most comfortable position with his knees farther up the bench, to lower his ass.  He settles in and I kneel behind him.  I feast on his warm ass crack.  His hole is open and ready.  I stand up—and slide in.  He gasps.

“It feels different here,” he pants.  “Better.”

I hold a long time and begin to slowly move in and out.  Faster and faster.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror on the side wall where he can see me and my cock plowing him open.

“Like that?” I ask.  “Like seeing yourself be used?”

He mumbles an affirmative as he opens the poppers I have given him (a bottle left by another trick.)  I fuck harder and harder.  I stop and pull out.  “Bring it here, sir,” he pleads the moment I am out of his ass.  I walk to his head and offer my wet cock to his waiting mouth.  He cleans me up, groaning in pleasure and lust.

I rim him. 

I fuck him again. 

He cleans my dick.  I do the ‘leave a lot of spit on it, I’m not adding any more lube’ routine.  He blisses out as I sink back into his ass…

*

We go back to the bed for another round of him licking my balls and sucking my cock.  This time his tongue grazes my asshole.

“Do you want to rim me?”

“Please.  I’ve always wanted to…”

I get in the sling.  He kneels and feasts on my hole.  He tells me he rims his partner before he fucks him—and prefers his tongue in his asshole than his dick.  It’s fine by me.  He is good at it—and his love of it is communicated with every movement of his tongue.  I lie back and watch him work in the mirror above.

We change places.  He relaxes in the sling, once he decides to use the stirrups.  I eat his hole.  I fuck his hole.  He cranes around to clean my cock. Once he does, I turn and let him give my ass another lick, too.  Then it’s another round of fucking.

His hole feels like he might be able to take two.  I grease up the egg headed dildo.  It goes in easily—but there is no way I can add my cock with it.  I fuck him with the toy and then my cock.  Pushing one in—then the other.  Over and over.

We take a break for water.

I pull out the rimseat.  He’s never been on one.  He loves the spread of his hole on my face.  He relaxes and let’s me eat him out.  I encourage him to ride my cock and come back.  This is slightly awkward for him, but he does.  I love how my dick reinvigorates all his ass juices.

“Can I eat your ass on this thing?”

We switch around.  Now he really understands the spread of the seat and how much deeper his tongue can snake into me.  He can’t get enough—but it’s getting very late now.  I know that if I don’t breed him soon, I won’t be getting off.

We go back to the sling.  I lick him briefly—and fuck him a lot.  I am close, but can’t get over the edge.  I pull out and eat his ass again, jerking furiously.  I stand up and fuck.  And I’m there.  I fire into him.  Not a huge load, not a ‘every nerve on end’ load, but just a nice ‘thanks for the fuck’ load.   

The moment I pull out and bring it to his mouth to clean, his hand snakes down and feels the wetness of his hole.  He cleans me up—and then he sucks his exploring finger.  I ask if he wants to get off.  He doesn’t.  He goes home, un-showered, reeking, in the best way, of my cum…