I need to take a day off from writing for a variety of
work (I’m doing another gig) and everyday life reasons. I should be back to my usual schedule soon,
maybe even by tomorrow.
Today’s picture was sent to me by frequent commentor
and now fuck bud, GaryM. He hoped, as a
man who loves to eat cum-filled ass, as much as I do, that this was a glimpse of what
heaven must be like.
We can always hope!
Near Home—August, 2024
After the long weekend of the piss party,
I was quite content until the next Thursday.
Of course, I took off to the bookstore.
I was really enjoying the new space—and other men were getting more and
more comfortable playing in it. It was
also attracting new men. I arrived,
right after lunch…
I settle into what has become my favorite chair—where,
with just the turn of my head, I can view either screen. I take out my dick. Almost instantly I get the nod from a college
age Latino. He is new to me, good
looking and wearing a ball cap. He gets
up, kneels between my spread legs, reverses his hat so the brim is out of the
way and gives me expert head. He makes
delicious sounding moans as he takes me deep into his throat. He only stops when he shoots his load—and I
didn’t even know he was stroking. He
gets up and leaves for the restroom.
I stroke, using his viscid saliva. The door keeps opening and closing. Half a dozen men now populate the room. The oldest comes over to me. Without any words, he sinks to his knees and
sucks my wet dick. He is good, too. When he comes up for air, he looks at me and
says “I loved when you fed me piss last time.
Got any?”
I now place him as one of the two men I fed piss to
that day at the bookstore which has more of a playroom. I tell him I will drink up. I take a long draw from my water bottle.
More arrivals. I recognize two of the four. One is the Construction Worker, working on
the local Interstate. The other is a young
man with glasses, who I met the night we both covered the breasts of a petite girl
with our cum while her boyfriend videoed it.
The young man comes in right behind the Construction Worker and sits
next to me. He grins. We have played quite often after that; lots
of mutual oral, some ass eating from me and he has taken the head of my cock in
his ass a few times—but it is always too much.
He opens his fly.
The Construction Worker has his cock out and has a
helping hand on it from a younger man with a shaved head. Almost instantly, CW stands up and fires off
a load, coating the floor. And off he
goes, stuffing his still dripping cock into his pants.
I ask Young Guy with Glasses if I can suck him. He nods eagerly, before stepping out of his
shorts, so he is naked from the waist down.
I kneel and take him in my mouth.
He loves it—a little too much.
His hands keep stopping me or gesturing to slow down, so he doesn’t shoot. I follow his instructions.
On one of my breaks, I look up. Next to the YMWG, is a very handsome man who
looks vaguely familiar. He is stroking his
cock, watching us and not the movie. I
take YMWG into my mouth once more. In 30
seconds of my tongue work, he stops me again.
He wriggles out of his seat and goes to his
knees. He leans over and sucks the
handsome man. YMWG’s ass is exposed and
right in front of me. I lean in and
begin eating it. Ever helpful, the
handsome man reaches down and spreads his cheeks for me. My tongue sinks deeper into him. I hear the groan around the cock in his
mouth.
“Fuck him with that big dick.”
“Can I?” I whisper
YMWG bops his head in agreement, never taking the nice
sized cock out of his mouth. I wet his
hole with my tongue a little more, lube up, and push in, very slowly. He groans.
He stops work on the dick in front of him. He wills his ass to open. But I’m just too much—and he’s too excited. He squirms off me, sits back in his chair. He is shooting his load into the palm of the hand
that is not wrapped around his cock. He
lets me lick his fingers clean before he takes off.
“It’s good to see you again,” says the handsome
man. “I still have that video of your
huge cock going into my girl.”
I smile. Of
course. I should have known him, but it
has been a year and half. I sit in the vacated
seat next to him. Instantly, his hand is
around my cock. “I’m so horny for dick,
today,” he whispers. He gets on his
knees and sucks my cock. He’s not bad. I wonder how much he gets to do this…
I drink from my water bottle. The handsome guy takes a break. The older man is eager to give me head again.
“Let him suck you,” the handsome guy whispers in my ear.” I nod to the old man. He sucks.
I stand up and begin fucking his throat.
This really turns both men on—the recipient and the onlooker. “I have that piss you wanted,” I snarl
out. I stop thrusting and feed the older
man. He happily gurgles it all down.
He takes a break, to savor it.
“That was hot,” says the handsome man. I wonder if he will suck me again after
that. He does. Breathlessly.
He even stops stroking himself and concentrates on the suck.
He pulls off me.
“I never do this—but I’m so damn horny.
Will you fuck me?”
“If that’s what you want.”
He stands up and steps out of his trousers. The designer underwear gets tossed on the chair,
too. He bends, holding on to the arms of
the chair, presenting me with a nicely shaped, smooth ass—but for the
crack. I eat him out. He groans.
He’s not as tight as I expect, leading me to think ‘I never do this’ is
a line that makes him feel better. I get
his hole very wet. He’s panting
now. “Put it in my ass,” he moans, his voice
filling the room.
There are at least six men in the room who watch me
stand up and slap my wet, lubed dick on his butt. “You want this raw cock,” I ask, giving him a
chance to change his mind.
“Fuck me hard.”
I push in. He
winces and groans, but doesn’t say anything.
I fuck, slowly and steadily.
“You are so fucking big,” he moans. “I don’t know how…she took it…”
This makes me fuck him harder. I even slap his ass. It makes his hole spasm and squeeze my dick.
“Use my ass…”
I fuck harder still and finally pull out. I excuse myself to go wash. It seems like he really didn’t plan this…
When I come back, he takes me in his mouth again.
Eventually we sit.
He pulls out his phone. “I still
have you on here.” He shows me the video
of me inching into his petite girl friend.
And the video the YMWG and I spraying our loads on her chest.
“I wish you had really fucked her.”
“You wouldn’t let me fuck her,” I remind him. “She just tried me on for size.”
“You should have filled her with your cum…”
“I wish…”
He now shows me dozens of pics and videos of this same
girl taking multiple loads so he can eat them out of her. Or fuck in them. Or both.
There is another young woman in his stable, too. The two women know each other. I see pictures of them each taking men, then
sharing the loads with each other, sometimes the loads are splashed on them,
sometimes they end up deep inside.
It’s hot. It is
not just big talk on his part. He lives
it and loves it.
During his picture scrolling, a handsome young Black
man with a very long beard, has sat down next to us. Shaved Head, who has been stroking to our sex
is now sucking the new man’s big cock. The
man with the beard strips off his shirt, revealing a thick hairy chest. I have seen more than enough videos of him
feasting on cum. I get him to suck my
cock again.
Shaved Head works hard, but can’t get the load he wants,
so he takes a break. My handsome, now
very Bi man, moves from my cock to suck the thick cock of the Bearded Man. His still naked ass is pointed right where
Shaved Head is sitting. SH begins to
play with the hole in front of him, fingering him. I think for a long minute the Bi Guy is going
to get another cock in his butt.
I reach over and play with the Bearded Man’s hairy
chest and pronounced nipples.
Shaved Head decides not to go up the naked ass. At the same time, the handsome man sits back
down.
“Let me see that white dick,” says the bearded
man. I stand up and show him. “Now that’s a piece of meat. Do you fuck?”
I tell him I do.
I really see his dick for the first time. It’s my length—but his thickness is
massive.
“I’m not prepared to get fucked today, do you come
here often?”
I tell him I do, and that I’d love to fuck him another
time.
“Maybe you’d spray your load on my chest.”
I tell him I am not very close—but I know a way to get
there. I go to my knees in front of
him. I begin to lick his massive balls. There is no way I can take his thickness in
my mouth—I wonder how my new Bi friend managed without scraping him up. But I am all about his sweaty, hairy, balls
on this hot August day. I lick and savor
his sweat. He jerks harder, moaning.
Behind me, I can see Shaved Head get on his knees and
begin to suck Bi-Guy, who is scrolling through his phone again, looking at the
young woman taking loads for him. His
cock must be dripping…
“Daddy, lick my balls.
I love that…”
I go under them.
Several inches down his perineum.
He scootches down to give me access.
I hover around his hole for a moment.
His breathing changes. I poke my
tongue into his ruined pucker. He plays
with big toys—or has a boyfriend as thick as he is. My tongue fucks him and he strokes himself wildly. I finally tear myself away from his ass and
work back up. The amount of kinky,
tightly curled black hair on his taint is remarkable. I lick through this forest.
Oh, fuck…I stand up and coat his chest with my cum. He is at first surprised. But mops up the first splatter to use on his
cock. He beats relentlessly, as I cover
his ebony chest with my white hot jizz…
Chicago—August, 2024
After a busy first half of my summer, I made
time to get back to the monthly piss party in Chicago. I sent a text to Tall Guy With Tats to see if
he was going. He was looking forward to
it. He reminded me it was the Saturday
of Market Days in Chicago. We didn’t
know if that would help or hurt attendance.
A lot of gay men are in town—but more in Boy’s Town, a good deal south
from where we play.
I drove in early, leaving time for traffic. A good thing I did—as it was an excruciating slowdown
on all the surrounding expressways. But
I made it in—and even found a free parking spot. I sat in the quiet of my car and began to
hydrate in earnest. I never dare to
drink too much water or tea on the way in—and if I had needed to piss like a
race horse in the traffic I’d just endured, it would have been agony.
My alarm went off and I went into the bar…
I pay, sign my name and go in. There are just a few of us here at the start
time. I strip down to the boots I save
for this event and the current stained jock that is really beginning to show
wear and tear. I have brought in my now empty
water bottle. I fill it from the huge
thermos at the bar. There are now maybe
a dozen men in various fetish gear or stark naked but for something on their feet. We sip and chat.
In another fifteen minutes time, the crowd has
doubled. Tall Guy With Tats
appears. We hug. And finally someone sucks my cock. It is a very social group; the two of us are
the only ones having sex. When he comes up for air, I have him bend over
and I give him a deep ass licking. I
want to shoot some piss on his hole, but my bladder is not nearly as full as it
should be at this point.
We chat and sip.
I spot the couple I met here and who now divide their time between
Chicago and Palm Springs. I go over and
we chat—well, the top and I chat as his bear of a boyfriend is on his knees
sucking my cock. I finally manage to
give him a splash of piss down his throat.
He groans as if it is most delicious nectar he’s ever had. We kiss and share…
The crowd has grown to around 40 people in the
room. All talking and drinking. I have seen one other man on his knees
sucking a cock. Usually, I am being sucked
constantly by this point in the proceedings, but not today. I go find Tall Guy With Tats. He is sitting alone behind the screens, chugging
a beer. I get him on his knees and eat
out his ass again. He moans. A few guys come over to watch as they sip
their drinks.
I lube up and enter him. He moans.
Men begin to stiffen up around us as they watch us fuck. A hot, built man in his early 40’s, with a beautiful
bubble butt and a bigger than average dick, appears. “You want some piss on him?”
“Please,” I tell him, “Aim right for my dick so I can
fuck it into him.”
He grins, aims and the pale yellow liquid begins to
flow. He has a tank full and gives us every
drop. The sound of the fucking changes
dramatically. It is now an incredibly
wet fuck. At some point I pull out and
go to my knees. I lick up some of the
guy’s piss and spit into TGWT’s hole. I
stand up and fuck him once more…
*
And for the first hour, we are the only men fucking. There are now a few men sucking—but it’s
still a very dry piss party. My first
full bladder is saved for TGWT. I find
him chatting. He knows what I want. He leans on the bench, arching his ass at me. I hose down his crack with just a quick spurt.
I lick it up. I stand and do it
again. And again. Finally giving him every drop. Only then do I fuck some of it into him. A hot daddy moves in and holds TGWT as I plow
into his wet ass.
For what ever reason, there is no sling set up
tonight. We both really miss it. He loves to have guys piss on his chest as we
fuck. I love to have guys piss his ass
as I’m rimming. But not today. TGWT is actually not in a great mood. He decides to leave early. I have fortunately tanked up. I am not about to give him my cum load this
early, but I can at least send him home with a bladder full of piss. He bends over. I fuck him a little, stop dead in my pumping,
still deep inside him. I close my eyes
and begin to piss. It goes on and on. He moans as he feels the weight of it deep in
his guts.
I fuck a little more, but I don’t want to slosh it all
out. He thanks me and takes off.
I do some mutual oral with my Palm Springs friends.
A little later I find them again. The top is fucking a bear while his partner
is on his knees, licking the fuckee’s balls.
Soon I am the one being licked. Then
I’m encouraged to fuck the guy when the top pulls out of him. I do.
And suddenly, like a switch, the whole room ignites. Sex, of one type or another is happening
everywhere. Finally.
*
A thickly built top I recognize from here is fucking a
thickly built bottom (who I don’t know) from behind. I watch and stroke. “Piss on us?” asks the top.
I do. It covers
the bottom’s back. He arches slightly so
it sluices down to cover the top’s cock.
They both love this.
“Take a turn,” the top pants. I slide into the guy. I am literally twice as big at the man who
was in him before. He gasps. And takes it.
The other top takes a long swig from his cup. And begins to piss on us—mostly on the bottom’s
back so I can have it all over my dick.
It feels great.
I wear the bottom out fast. He begs off.
A young Asian man is right there.
“Let me suck your cock, so I can taste his ass….”
I happily let him.
He takes me to the root effortlessly.
Only choking when me makes himself—so he can cover my cock with deep
throat spittle. He has excellent skills
and I tell him so. I let him suck me
until his knees can’t take the damp concrete.
Early on, a man who had attended my watersports class
at CLAW several years ago, had introduced me to some friends of his. The couple intrigued me. One partner was in his early 50’s and other was
maybe 30. I see them again now. They are getting fucked, side by side, by two
different men. I go over.
Up the younger man is the same thick set top who had
just shared ass with me. Our eyes meet.
“You need to fuck this kid, too.” He pulls out.
The young man turns to see who is going up his ass next. He smiles and nods. I shoot some piss on his ass and then go down
to eat him out. His ass lips are
wonderfully puffy. It’s a treat to suck
them. I finally make myself stand up and
fuck.
“Look at you…” his partner says. The top up the older man has pulled out. His full attention is on me fucking his young
man. “That’s a super big dick you’re
taking.”
“Feels so good,” the guy I’m inside croons. “You need to feel it.”
“Too big for me.”
“Naw—you can take it,” chimes in the top who was just inside
him.
“Try it, Daddy,” my young one pleads.
I pull out. I
spit on my cock and go into the older man.
I have no issue at all getting into him.
He groans and hangs onto his boy.
I fuck him a little more roughly. I can tell from the feel of his ass he likes
big dick or big toys or both. Finally, I slow down. I pull out—and go right back up the young
one. They love this. They grasp hands again and hold onto each
other.
I fuck and fuck...
I pull out and coat the young one’s ass with piss once
more, before I wander off.
The young Asian is right back at me. “Let me taste your dick.”
I sit on the ledge and he savors the juices of the two
asses on my cock. “Will you fuck me,
too?”
This is a surprise but I agree. He sits on my cock. He rides me hard. I keep hoping for someone to piss on us, but
no one is around. The young Asian
finally pulls off me. He cleans me up
with his mouth and thanks me profusely…
*
I piss on the one man brave enough to get in the inflatable
pool.
I wander. I
chug my water. Things are winding down. The couple I’d just fucked are still by the
bar. They are talking with the man I’d taught
at CLAW.
“I think I’m going home,” I tell them. I turn to the older man, “May I breed your
boy?”
“Please,” he grins.
“Fuck, yes! Give
me your load!” The young one juts his
ass out. I go to my knees. My tongue goes into his wet hole. I lick and spit. I stand up and piss his
crack, making it still wetter. I shove
my cock in—the last of the spurting piss goes deep into his ass.
He gasps. “Piss
fuck me!”
It will take no time now. I love how eager they both are for me to
breed him.
“I want to feel your cum in him,” the older man says,
egging me on.
In moments, I give off that quick spurt of cum I can
now seem to do with very little feeling.
I groan and pull out. I go to my
knees and taste it. The mix of piss and
cum running out of his used hole sends me over the edge for the real
orgasm. I stand up and plow into him,
howling out my pleasure…
Near Home—August, 2024
(This picks up right where we left off…)
“Tongue fuck me, Daddy…” he whispers so low that only
I can hear him. I spit on his hole.
Jamal spins around.
His big cock is about to explode.
He gets the head into my mouth just in time for the first blast. He pushes deeper into my throat. He is deep enough I can’t taste any more of
the jizz shooting out. My mouth is
stretched by his thickness—and it feels him pulse with each spurt.
He holds onto my shoulders. He pulls back slightly. He lets me tongue up the last drip coming out
of his dick, before he pulls away altogether and sits across from where we were
sitting, still half naked, his cock wet and glistening.
I sit back on my haunches. I can’t make a move to get up. Jamal is panting. The big bear he is sitting next, who has been
stroking to our session, reaches over to touch Jamal’s dick. It is still hard. Jamal lets him stroke it lightly. In moments, the man leans over and sucks
it. Jamal seems to be ready to go
again. (Oh, to be young and ever hard…)
I finally manage to get up and sit in my seat,
watching the Bear work on Jamal. The Talker,
a white guy around my age who always wears a ballcap to hide his thinning hair,
comes over.
“Are you angry with me?” he whispers.
“Why should I be?”
“I’m the one who sucked your cock while he sat on your
face.”
“Angry? It was
hot as fuck.” I move to my knees to
thank him properly, taking his thick dick into my mouth. He sighs and lets me suck him. But I know he’ll never cum. As I suck, I keep tabs on Jamal. He has moved to sucking the Bear. Another pair of men who stroked to our rimming
session are paired off and giving each other head. Two others are stroking to all the oral sex
happening around them.
The Talker thanks me, puts his cock away and goes out
into the lobby to, well, talk to the cashier. I watch Jamal suck the Bear’s dick. Suddenly, he just gets up. He looks at none of us, grabs his shorts and
just takes off to the bathroom—and out the door.
I go over to the Bear.
I have fucked him before. He
leans forward and he sucks my cock. I
play with his exposed hairy chest. I ask
if he wants to get fucked.
“I didn’t prep for that—I had no idea two huge dicks
would be here today.”
I let him suck and jerk himself. Suddenly, he shoots all over his thick, hairy
stomach. I bend over and lick up the
last drop of cum oozing from his dick.
He cleans up and leaves.
I sit. I watch
the two men who are exchanging blow jobs.
In moments, the currently seated guy groans out his orgasm. The guy sucking takes it all in his mouth. I see him swallow. The act of swallowing jizz sets off his own orgasm. He shoots between the sandals of the guy who gave
him his load. They leave together, after
a joint stop in the restroom.
I eye the two men still stroking. One I know from here. He used to love to stand in the corner behind
the door of the gay cinema and give me his load after he had jerked for hours. I nod to him.
In answer, he spreads his legs invitingly.
I go over. He
is white, likely pushing 50 and dressed like he is on a long lunch from his office. I kneel and suck his thick dick into my
mouth. This seems to be the day for
thicker cocks. I work carefully on him
to make sure I don’t scrape him with my teeth.
He moans and rubs my head.
“It’s been forever since you did me…” he mumbles. He opens his poppers. I know this is his cue to get off. He inhales.
Almost instantly, his cock head swells.
Cum begins pouring out of his cock.
It doesn’t shoot, but doesn’t dribble, either. It pours onto my tongue and down my
throat. It is hot enough, this massive
load filling my mouth, I stop touching my own dick. I lick every drop off his cock before I let
him stand up.
The other stroker, a bald white man over 60, has been
watching it all. He has, what else, but
a longer, thick cock. I am still on my
knees, catching my breath. He walks
over, this hardon swinging.
“Suck me.”
It’s not a question.
It’s a statement. And I am on
such a cum/endorphine high, I would be sucking anyone who wanted it. He pushes into my mouth. He is in charge. I just provide the receptacle. He fucks into me, holding me by the
ears. Normally, I worm away from this kind
of face fuck, but not today. It’s hot. I only worry it will take me over the edge
before he shoots.
Suddenly he stops pumping into my face. I begin working with my tongue. It’s everywhere. On his shaft.
All over his cock head. Burrowing
into his juicy piss slit.
“You fucker, you’re gonna make me shoot good.”
He grabs the sides of my head again and pumps into me
a couple of strokes. Instantly, his cock
begins firing off a load. I swallow
rapidly to keep up.
And my own cock gives it up. All over the floor. I’ve had so much hot stimulation today. I grunt and shoot and swallow all at the same
time.
He lets me clean him up, before he’s out the door,
letting it bang shut.
I am alone.
Every man, but the Talker, of this bigger afternoon crowd, has gotten
off today.
I look down. The
pool of my semen on the floor is quite large.
I watch the last drop ooze out of my dick and land in the middle of it…
Near Home—August, 2024
I saw Keith on a Monday. He left me in a very happy, satiated state of
mind. But, of course, that changed by
Thursday. I needed to be on the prowl again. I went to the remodeled, all-in-one-room
theatre at my local bookstore…
I go through the door, closing it firmly behind me. There are men sprinkled around the room. Maybe eight.
I don’t bother to count until I sit.
I find there is a man in the shadowy corner, too, so I am the tenth man
here this afternoon. One man is openly
stroking to the straight porn. Others
are either kneading their crotches or adjust themselves occasionally. I unzip.
My cock stands up at the mere thought of some play.
I stroke.
Mostly to the straight porn, but I keep turning and checking the gay
video as well. It keeps my attention
until condoms magically appear as they begin to fuck. As I turn back, an older man (white, over 65
and rather paunchy) has moved next to my chair.
I nod to him. He nods back, with his
eyes focused on my cock. His fat fingers
squeeze his own bulge, before reaching for mine. His fingers encircle me and he begins to
jerk. He is not squeezing too
tightly. It’s actually rather pleasant. It feels even better when he spits into his
hand. It now glides over my cock.
“You like that?” he whispers.
“Sure.”
He continues. He never changes speed or the motion. It becomes a little boring as he works it…and
works it…and…
The door opens.
Jamal, the hot young man who’d fucked Braydon and had sat on my face in this
very room, walks in. He smiles as he
sees me. He comes over and sits on my
other side. The old man lets go. He wanders off to the restroom to wash my
precum off his hand. Jamal gets up and
pulls me up. He playfully drags me to
the more secluded corner by the gay screen.
“I want you to rim me again.”
I smile. I can’t
believe my good fortune. And I love that
he brought it up. He stands and slips
off his shorts and his boxer briefs. His
thick, black snake of a cock is beginning to swell with blood, just from being
exposed to the air—and everyone’s eyes.
He sits. I go to the floor. I begin by licking his big balls as he jerks
himself to full hardness. I love the
kinky hair covering them that holds every drop of my saliva—so I have to go
back and lick it up again. I lift them
and my tongue finds the top of his perineum.
He scootches forward slightly on the seat. I lick up and down it, deliberately not
touching his tight pucker.
My tongue traces up from his crack to over his
balls. He lets go of his thick cock and
lets me lick the underside. I reposition,
raising myself a little, so I can suck him.
I oval my mouth and take the first half of his cock deep into my
throat. He groans. I hear men open their flies and begin to jerk. I can fit almost all his cock in my mouth and
throat. The last inch remains untouched.
But sucking his cock is not what he asked me to do. I move, getting off my knees and sit on my
ass. I slide my long legs under the chair. Jamal rolls back in the seat, exposing more
of his full ass cheeks. He pulls them
apart—giving me easy access to his hole.
My tongue connects with the target.
He groans. He lets go of one side
of his ass so he can stroke his cock. I
burrow in, relishing the tight curls of hair that ring his hole. I keep prodding his pucker. And it’s opening, slightly, with each thrust.
Jamal is whimpering.
He’s lost in sensation. I push once
more, my tongue hard and pointed, and I go into him. He groans and his stroking gets faster. I spit and keep prodding him. But it’s still an awkward position. The chair
is low enough that I have to be quite hunched over. I can’t sustain it for as long as I want to. I stand up.
The look on his face is priceless. He thinks I’m stopping. I sit in the chair next to him. “Sit on my face like you did before.” He is up, straddling me, facing out. His feet step up onto the arms of the
chair. I tilt my head back so it rests on
the back of the chair. He lowers his full ass onto my upturned face. It’s perfect.
My tongue finds its way into his now slightly open hole. He groans.
And begins jerking in earnest. He
can cover me with his jizz if he wants to—I am in clothes I don’t care about at
all.
My tongue goes from his hole to up and down his hairy
crack and back into his hole. His ass
lips are becoming slightly puffy—just as if I were fucking him with my dick. I
suck first one and then the other into my mouth. Massaging them with my tongue. Over and over and he moans and jerks.
I feel a hand replace my hand on my dick. It’s not the guy from before. I have no idea who it might be. He strokes me for a bit. Now his mouth replaces his hand. I groan into the butt I’m eating. This is fucking perfect—getting really good
head as I am eating this glorious wet ass.
Jamal squirms on my face. He is
actually moving so that my tongue can work deeper into him.
But it can’t last.
His legs tire. Jamal stands on
the arm rests and then onto the seat of the empty chair next to us. The guy blowing
me is back in his own chair before I can see which man it was. Both of us are breathing hard.
But I want more.
I pull the chair our of the corner.
“Stand against the wall,” I tell Jamal in a hushed voice. He does.
“And bend.”
He seems confused.
I pull his ass towards me, making him arch his back as supports himself
against the cinder block. “Arch that
back like you make your bottoms do before you fuck them,” I whisper in his
ear. He whimpers. But he likes to please Daddy. He stands, his ass jutting out. Breathless.
And vulnerable.
I slap my cock on his upturned butt. He gasps.
I go quickly to my knees and bury my face in his wet ass crack. His hole is gaping. Not a lot, but enough for me to tongue fuck
it with ease. Jamal groans again and
starts to madly stroke his dick. I have
so much more control like this. It is
the perfect position for me to really tongue-ravage his hole.
I force myself to stop stroking myself and hold his
cheeks apart with both hands. I go
deeper yet. He squirms and moans. My repeated tongue assault is making him
whimper again.
“Tongue fuck me, Daddy…” he whispers so low that only
I can hear him. I spit on his hole.
Jamal spins around.
His big cock is about to explode.
He gets the head into my mouth just in time for the first blast. He pushes deeper into my throat. He is deep enough I can’t taste any more of
the jizz shooting out. My mouth is stretched
by his thickness—and it feels him pulse with each spurt.
He holds onto my shoulders. He pulls back slightly. He lets me tongue up the last drip coming out
of his dick, before he pulls away altogether and sits across from where we were
sitting, still half naked, his cock wet and glistening…
The onlookers in the room are galvanized
into action...but that’s part II…
My Playroom—August, 2024
Keith couldn’t stop thinking about the
play party he hosted at his house in July.
(It was so much fun, I wrote it up in two parts, Here and Here if you
need a refresher.) He wanted to come
back to the playroom. I cleared a spot for
him on my calendar. He arrived, right on
time.
I was already naked but for jock and boots,
with my robe thrown over it all. He stripped
down in the playroom, folding his clothes neatly until he was naked but for
athletic socks, as the concrete floor was cool.
We chatted about this and that, but the most intriguing thing he said was
that he wanted to experiment a little. “I
don’t know what—I’ll leave that up to you…”
I nodded and assured him that if I did
anything he didn’t like he simply had to tell me and I’d stop…
“Let me suck that beautiful cock.”
Keith indicates the bed. I sprawl on it, legs splayed. Keith is one of the most handsome men in my
current stable. He is fit, with
Hollywood good looks which he knows how to maintain, now in his 50’s. He kneels between my legs and takes my cock
into his mouth. Fuck, he’s good. He sucks and licks, his eyes shining. He is truly worshipping my dick. And he remembers my balls, licking them first
and then sucking them individually into his mouth. Back and forth as I jerk my cock and begin to
breathe more heavily. His tongue flirts
with my perineum too, but does not go lower.
Not yet.
But it makes me want to lick his ass. A lot.
I tell him to get on the fuck bench.
I love just seeing his ass spread before me. I kneel and start working him over with my tongue. He groans as he finds the mirror on the side
wall—where he can see me attacking his ass.
“Looks as hot as it feels…” he murmurs.
My hands stop lubing my cock and I spread his butt cheeks to get even
deeper into him.
I stand up.
Keith pants as my wet cock head finds his hole. The thick head pushes in. He groans and relaxes his ass muscles. I slide in.
To the hilt. I wait a moment
before I begin a slow fuck.
“Use my ass!”
I speed up the drilling. Keith is panting, his eyes riveted to the
mirror, watching me dick him down. I
abruptly stop. I pull out and bring my
wet cock to his mouth. I already know he
loves the taste of his ass on my dick.
But today, I do it constantly. Some
fucking. Clean it up. Some more fucking. Clean me!
Now a true pounding before I tell him to lick my dick once more. His eyes are shining again. I’m on the right track…
We move to the sling.
I eat his used hole. I fuck Keith
as hard as possible. His eyes are mostly
on the mirror above us, but sometimes he closes them, concentrating on the
feelings deep in his hole. I tell him to
use his poppers. I fuck him hard again.
I stop. I go to
the side and remove a wrist restraint, where it has been swinging from the
chains above his head. I put one on. The other.
His eyes are big, but game. I
clip them above his head. “No poppers
now.”
I eat his hole and fuck him. Long and slow, but building up to hard and fast. He moans.
He moans even harder as I cum to the side of the sling and have him
clean me up once again, his wrists pulling at the restraints. I unclip him and get him out of the sling. I undo the bottom of the sling from the two chains. It hangs at the front of the frame. I take his arms and clip then to a carabineer
that hangs under the mirror. His arms
are out stretched towards the ceiling, his back is bent, his ass arched towards
me. I eat his wet hole. I spit noisily into him. I stand up and plow into his just-beginning-to-gape
ass…
*
The sling is restored to its normal position and I am
eating his hole after the blistering, standing/hanging fuck. I stand up.
I slap my cock on his balls. And
piss. Not a lot, but enough to cover
them. I direct more of my flow onto his
puffy ass lips. Keith moans. He knows, I think, what I’m going to do. I kneel and lick him clean. I want to kiss him. But I don’t.
Yet.
I fuck in his still wetter ass. My right hand plays with his nipples and hairy
chest. It inches up. It encircles his throat. He nods.
I tighten it slightly. Not for
long. Then do it again. A little longer. His breathing, as I release, is rapid. Excited. His cock, semi-hard as I usually fuck, is
erect and aching. Still buried in his
ass, I can just bend and take him into my mouth, licking up his precum. Now I pull out of him and kiss him with his
precum—and just a hint of the piss on my beard.
Keith melts into sling. He makes
a move to grab my head, forgetting that once more I had restrained his arms
above his head.
“Time for you to eat my ass.”
I get him out of the sling, leaving the wrist restraints
on for the rest of the play session. I
get in, my legs on the chains, my ass ready for his experienced tongue.
“I really need to piss. Should I go upstairs?”
“Or there’s a laundry top on the other side of the
wall. Or you could piss on my ass crack
before you eat me out…”
The look on his face is wonderfully conflicted. He takes one step towards the door, stops,
and comes back. He wills himself to
piss. It’s a forceful stream. And well aimed. It sluices down my crack. And he can’t stop. It’s an endless piss. Totally clear. He directs some up to my balls, but mainly
just keeps hosing down my crack. With no
hesitation at all, the moment he runs dry, he kneels and buries himself in my
overly wet ass. “Fuck,” he mumbles,
sounding overwhelmed by how piss changes an ass eating. He can’t stop. And I don’t want him to. I stroke continually, as he rims and tongues
me. I moan. I ask him to come up and kiss me. He does, bending across me. He’s rock hard now, his cock brushing my
saliva laden ass. I love the taste of my
hole on his tongue. I break the kiss and
tell to stick his tongue back into me.
He goes to his knees and repeats it all…
*
I fuck him, briefly, in the sling.
Then I set up the rim chair and mat. I tell him to bend a moment on the fuck bench
before I get under the seat. I stick the
head of my dick between those swollen ass lips.
I piss two spurts inside him. He gasps. I get under the rimseat and instruct him to
sit. He does, the seat doing the work of
spreading his cheeks for me. The piss is
deeper than I thought, it does not immediately drip out onto my tongue. So instead, I keep jabbing it up into his
tender chute. Finally, a trickle. I groan. More follows.
A wonderful mix of piss and precum.
It pours down my throat.
Keith moans his approval. I eat him out. His cock must be hard again. I hear him stroking it to my tonguing. I finally tap his thighs. He stands.
“Let’s reverse.”
He gets under the seat. His cock is really only semi hard as he lays
there. The moment I sit and his tongue
goes into me, he is rock hard and drooling.
I reach down and finger up some on his precum and taste it. I hit the poppers and check out for a moment,
letting his tongue have his way with me.
When I come back to reality, I get up and move to between his legs. I hoist them up and fuck him on the mat as he
lays there. “This is where we need a
third,” I tell him, “So you can eat his ass as I fuck and then we’d switch.” Keith moans, taking the brief, (and honestly rather
awkward) fuck. I pull out and let him
eat my ass a little longer.
We go back to the sling. I fuck him.
I know it’s getting late. He has
a drive home. (and I think needs to get
there before the boyfriend…) “You want
my load?”
“You know I do…”
“Say it!”
“Give me your big load, Sir.” He begins to pant. “I want to feel it drip out of me on the way home…”
That does it. I
fire deep inside him. I can’t stop. I hold onto the chains until I can breathe
again.
I help him out.
“I don’t have to, but I’d kind of like to get off
today.”
“What can I do?”
He indicates the bed.
I lay down, legs spread, just as we started, but now my hard cock is losing
its erection and drooling sperm. He lies
on his back, resting on one of my thighs and has his face next to my jizz covered
cock. He begins to clean me as he
jerks. He fires off a huge load in no
time….
