The Descent

 

With the extra workload that I have picked up, I was becoming a little worried that I would run out of adventures to share with you.  I still have one from August to write up, but my September sexapades have been few and far between—though fun. 

As luck would have it, Osvaldo sent me more pictures of our time together at the bathhouse.  His pictures, that he takes when we are alone in his room there, almost always have his face in them.  Well, not this set.  It is a great set of stills likely edited out of a video of us.  We shall call this The Descent, for rather obvious reasons.  

Or perhaps, Every Last Inch…

These are from the night I called:  Osvaldo Takes the Loads

Kieran Does the Unexpected

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Osvaldo Takes the Loads

 Grand Rapids—August, 2024

 

On Saturday night I continued my weekend devoted to sex.  Osvaldo, the young man who loves to get bred by multiple daddies and who loves to video the act, had been after me to come up to the big city again.  This was the perfect day to see him as it was All Gender Night at the bathhouse there, insuring a crowd.

We agreed to meet at 8:30pm.  I was a little early.  And so was he. I had stripped to jock, boots and wrist band, with my towel over my shoulder.  I went upstairs to the play area—and there he was giving a seated daddy some head…

 

He gets up and gives me a hug.  The daddy moves away, so I lead Osvaldo to a dark alcove where bisexual porn is playing.  There are some chairs here and a very tall medical exam table.  A handsome, tatted, late 30’s white guy is getting head from a man my age.  I bend Osvaldo over, so his chest is on the table top.  I kneel and begin eating out his plump ass.  He moans.  I have positioned him so he can watch the other two men.  Osvaldo moans again and grinds his ass into my face.  I switch back and forth from fucking him with my tongue to grinding my bearded chin into his hole.

“Fuck me, Papi!”  I reluctantly stand up.  My greased clock slides into his welcoming, wet hole.  Across from us, I am pleased to see the older guy is now riding the cock of the tatted guy, bouncing hard on it.  My hand smacks Osvaldo’s full ass.  The sound fills in the small space—and brings in a couple of towel clad men to watch the rutting.

I pull out and taste his hole once more.  Just a quick lick—and my cock is back up him.  I fuck him hard and fast.

Tatted guy turns to me.  “Wanna switch?”

Both bottoms are eager for this.  I pull out as the older man stands up.  He bends over the back of a chair for me.  Osvaldo stays in place.  I love seeing him take cock.  I sink into the older guy’s stretched hole.  Tatted guy delivers a very hard fuck, making Osvaldo pant.

Just as suddenly, he stops and walks away.  The older guy asks if I’m going to load him.  I tell him I won’t be doing that to anybody for another three hours…

He pulls off me and goes to suck some cock in the main porn viewing area.  I hunker down behind Osvaldo to taste his hole after the tatted guy’s fuck.  He is wonderfully wet.  Eventually, I stand up and fuck him a little more, before we head to the fuck bench area.

A very large young man is sitting on an ottoman behind the bench.  Instantly, Osvaldo is on his knees and begins to suck him.  I kneel and fuck Osvaldo, giving the young man a wonderful view of my dick going into his ass.  But the floor is hard.  I suggest we move to the bench.  Osvaldo positions himself on it.  The young guy stands to feed him his cock.  I do a quick rim and stand up to fuck.

“Is it alright for me to fuck him, too?”

“Of course.”

We change places.  Osvaldo hungrily swallows me down, moaning at all the different juices now inside his ass.  The young man has a very small dick.  I pull out of Osvaldo’s mouth and move around so I can pull Osvaldo’s full butt cheeks apart.  It works.  The guy fucks him, panting hard.  Another daddy is in now in Osvaldo’s mouth.  Suddenly the fucker stops and splits.  I inspect the ass crack with my tongue.  It’s not a full load of cum, but incredibly tasty.  I eat some—and fuck some deeper into Osvaldo’s gut, all while he has another man’s cock in his mouth…

*

Osvaldo tells me a regular of his has a room.  We go there.  The guy is likely a little older than me, slender and with a good seven inches where it counts.  Osvaldo gets up on the bed and sucks him as I eat his ass once more.  Soon, the older guy turns him and slides into him.  Osvaldo is positioned so it’s impossible for me to use his mouth.  I jerk to the fuck for a while, but the guy has no interest in sharing.  I excuse myself, telling Osvaldo to find me at the sling when he’s done.

I go upstairs and sit by the sling.  Two men, both around my age, take turns sucking me—one on my cock and one on my balls.  They know how to share.  They are constantly moving, holding my dick for the other to suck.  It’s hot.  I idly wonder if they are partners.

Osvaldo arrives, conceivably with a load in his ass.  He watches for a moment, then gets in the sling.  “Looks like you are needed over there,” says one of my suckers.   I go over.  My suckers are in no hurry to leave—they want to watch the live porn.  I kneel and taste the juices seeping out of Osvaldo’s ass.  He groans.  I moan and lick away.

“Stick that big cock in him," one of my suckers says.

I stand up.  My cock slaps Osvaldo’s cock mound in his jock, before I push into his well fucked hole.  The suckers get up and come closer.  One plays with Osvaldo’s nipples while his buddy jerks off.  I start a slow fuck and build it up until I am rattling the sling chains.  Finally, I have to stop and catch my breath.  I pull out, and quickly go to my knees and bury my face there, as Osvaldo’s juicy ass drips out someone’s load…

*

We go to his room.  He takes video after video of him sucking me, of riding me, of me fucking him from behind.  This is my least favorite part of the evening, simply as I know he has a whole library full of video with me in him.  But he loves it.  So, we do it.

We separate for a time.  He goes off to see who might fuck him without me around.  “You intimidate them, you know,” he smiles.

I check out the all gender gathering, which is up some back stairs.  They are playing ‘getting to know you’ games.  No sex.  But our tatted friend is now there.  I leave them to it.

I think I have a willing man as I sit in a downstairs lounge.  He cruises me three times, but won’t make a move to join me on the mattress there.

Osvaldo finds me instead.  We fuck on the mattress, with him on all fours.  But we both miss the sling.  We go up.

There is a hetro couple there, sitting in the chairs to the side.  She is wrapped in a towel.  He’s naked and massaging her feet.  Osvaldo doesn’t hesitate.  He hops in the sling.  I go to my knees and eat his wet ass. 

I stand up and slide in.  The couple is enjoying the show.  The guy’s cock is now hard and he uses it on the massage of the soles of her feet.  I fuck.  I rim.  I have Osvaldo suck my dick straight from his ass.  The two men who sucked me come back.  I motion them over, but they don’t want to block the view of the straight couple, so they stay behind them, now both stroking their dicks.

It's near midnight.  My balls are telling me it’s time.

“You want my cum?” I ask, more for the audience, than Osvaldo.

“You know I do!”

“I’m really close…”

I fuck a few more strokes.

“I want your piss, too!”  His eyes are shining up at me.  He knows how to turn on our oglers. 

I pick up the tempo of the fuck.  And I start shooting.  My cum spurts and spurts—deep in his hole.  I grab the chains.  My body contorts.  I just hold on.  And wait.  In moments, my cock begins to unload piss in him.  Fuck, it’s endless.  I have tanked up more than I realized.  Over to the side, one of the two suckers fires a load on the floor.  I am still pissing—and tell Osvaldo so.

“I can feel it.  SOOOO full….”

I have conveniently tucked my towel under the sling, in case he loses some as I pull out.  He doesn’t.   I go to my knees to clean up his pucker.  The husband actually gives a little gasp of pleasure and surprise as I do it.

I help Osvaldo out of the sling.  He races to the shower, to video the release of the piss load.  I nod to our audience.  I am pleased the wife can’t take her eyes off the site of my wet cock as I tuck it away…

 

(Osvaldo sends it to me on the drive home—it is a gorgeous arc of pale yellow streaming out of him for 25 seconds.)

Giving Him the Load He Craves

 Near Home—August, 2024

 

My gig work was starting to get in the way of my playing.  I carved out some time to visit my usual haunt on a Friday afternoon, late in the month.  This was the first step of a weekend of sex, as I was headed up to fuck Osvaldo the next day.  I knew that Saturday would be all about dick in ass…so I was hoping to get my dick sucked this Friday afternoon…

 

The parking lot has a handful of cars in it.  I go in, out of the heat of the August afternoon.  I see two men sitting next to each other, quite near the door, which is unusual.   One is a man around my age.  He is in shorts and a polo shirt.  He also has his short, fat cock in his hands and is stroking to the straight porn.  Next to him is a man who is at least 10 years older.  He is fully dressed—and looking longingly at the man jerking his dick.  I nod to them and go sit in my regular chair, in this new configuration of the room, where I can keep an eye on both screens (and the jerker.)  I pull out my cock.

The older man hears the zipper on my pants.  He turns to watch me take my cock out.  It stands up, tall and proud, sticking out above my fist.  Instantly, he is on his feet.  He sits in the chair next to me.  He ogles my cock.  I glance at him.  I see him swallow hard before he speaks.

“I love to suck,” he whispers.  “You have a beauty.”

I thank him and turn back to the video.  It is quite hot; I can see why the other guy is jerking so hard to it.

Once more I hear the whisper.  “May I?  I’m really good at it.”

I shrug and tell him he can.  It is rather painful to watch him get to his knees.  He uses my knees to help with the descent.  His soft hands take hold of my balls and he leans forward.  And every tooth left in his mouth comes in contact with my cockhead or shaft.  I wince, reminding him to cover his teeth.  He pulls off me with a surprised and wounded look.

“Nobody tells me that.”  But he makes a show of wrapping his lips over his top set of teeth.  This is better, but not good.  In a moment, he relaxes his vigilance and the teeth connect again.  To the point I am afraid he’ll draw blood. 

I tell him that’s enough.  With a struggle he sits back up in the chair next to me, a vision of wounded pride.

I stroke.

The Talker comes in, nodding to me.  He sits out of my sight line, watching the gay video.

“Do you suck?”

The man next to me has opened his fly.  It’s a nub of a dick head, fully hard.  He has shaved his pubic hair to make it look bigger.  I think about helping him out, but on a second glance I notice the shaved skin is an angry red color.  I pass.

All four of us in the room watch porn and stroke.

The door opens.  A young man comes in.  His hair is rather long.  He sits in the chairs that line the wall where the straight screen hangs.  He looks right at me.  He is thin, mid 30’s and looks familiar.  I finally place him.  Before he grew his hair out, he was the man who always insisted that we play in a closed booth.  I eventually made him suck me in front of others.  And he learned to enjoy it (though I could never fuck him in front of others.)  I haven’t seen him in months, maybe even a year.

He nods to me.  I nod back.  I open my legs wider.  He gets up, kneels in front of me and begins to suck.  Such a relief after the other.  Great technique and an incredibly wet mouth.  The older man is not pleased—and yet he watches the shaggy haired young man blow me.

In moments, The Talker stands up and moves to my side.  He opens his fly and strokes himself hard.  The moment it is, he brings it even with my mouth.  I take him to the root.  He grunts out his pleasure.  Long ago, this would have made the young man run away.  He acknowledges it now, and happily returns to my dick.

But it’s too much for the older man.  He gets up in a huff, tries his luck with the other stroker, who rebuffs him (again, I assume) and he stomps out. 

I suck and get sucked.  I notice the stroker get up and come a little closer to us.  He likes the live porn, but he doesn’t want to join us.  In moments he drops his load on the floor.  At the same time, The Talker pulls out of my mouth.  He stuffs himself away and goes out to the lobby, likely to talk.  The stroker runs to the restroom.

The young man is relentless.  He wants a load.  I hear him unzip and take his cock out, never pausing in the constant up and down on my shaft.  Finally, his knees give out before my balls give up their prize.  He sits in the seat vacated by the older man.  His long, thin cock juts to the ceiling. 

“Do you want me to take a turn?” I ask, knowing he will say no.

“Sure…”

I try not to look surprised.  I kneel and suck his dick.  He is dripping like crazy.  I lap up all his precum and swallow it down, jerking myself.  I realize this might be the way to give him what he wants.  I move to his smallish balls, pulled tight against his body.  I lick them.  He sighs.

The Talker is back, standing to the side.  Observing and kneading his cock mound through his pants.

I work my way back up the young man’s shaft.  His dick is a fountain of precum.  I lick him clean.  He moans—deep in his throat.

That does it.  I stand up and begin to fuck his face.  He is surprised—but loving it.  His own hand is on his wet cock—and then he stops doing that as I fuck his face faster.

“Give it to him!” hisses The Talker.

In just a few more strokes, I do.  It has to be a huge load.  It’s been almost a week of no play.  He swallows and swallows.  The young man greedily takes every drop, thrilled I got off in his mouth once more…

Time to Get Wet!

 

As my work situation hasn’t changed since my last post, let’s continue looking at pictures inspired by my chosen moniker, which consists of two of my favorite fetishes: FelchingPisser.  

Last time we had some felching.  Today some piss sex…

Taste It! (You know you want to...)

 

I hate my current workload.  So here are some loads I love.  Not as creative as the picture GaryM shared with us last Saturday, but each of these are hot in their own way.  I may not be back with a written post until the middle of next week.  But I promise to keep you entertained…

"I'd Love You to Suck Me..."

 Near Home—August, 2024

 

The day after I saw Jake, I woke up knowing that I needed a totally different kind of play.  (How many times on these pages have I said I love variety?)  So, totally unsurprisingly, after a day of hard fucking with tongue, dick, hands and toys.  I wanted a prolonged oral session.  I didn’t care if I got it or gave it.  And Sunday afternoon at the closest bookstore was likely a good place to find it…

 

I close the door to our new all in one space.  I stand still for a moment.  It’s darker than usual.  Or so it seems.  The straight screen flickers to life with a new movie.  That was it…now I can see half a dozen men sitting around the room.  There is a stroker sitting in my preferred chair—where I can easily see both screens.  The easiest thing to do is sit in the chair closest to the restroom.  It also gives me a view of the youngest looking man I’ve ever seen in here—who is hard and jerking like crazy.

I sit.  I take out my plumping cock.  The movie is good.  But it’s not as much fun as the young guy’s reaction to it.  Repeatedly he has to slow down or stop altogether, so he doesn’t shoot.

The restroom door opens.  I hear footsteps behind me and turn slightly.  It’s the Voyeur.  He nods, unzips and sticks his semi hard cock in my mouth.  I suck him to full hardness.  He is a man on a mission.  I’m guessing he was headed out the door when he saw me, for he begins fucking my mouth the moment he is full hard.  I open as wide as possible and let him piston that ebony shaft deep into my mouth and throat.

And I am rewarded with a nice cum load.  He pats my shoulder, zips up and leaves.  I look over at the young guy.  He is actually hiding his cock.  I look back at the screen and, eventually, the young man begins to jerk again…

*

I really don’t like my seating position.  I am on the main path in—and think I might be scaring off interested men.  I get up, not bothering to tuck my heavy erection away, and walk across the room.  I sit on the side.  I can see both screens and I’m just out of sight of the main door.  Almost instantly I get the nod from a white guy across from me.  He is likely just 40 and well-built and with a shaved head.  He comes over, unzips and takes out a long, curved scimitar of a dick.  He kneels and swallows me down, stroking his very curved cock at the same time.

He's good.  I am really enjoying his technique.  He does my balls, with no prompting, leaving my shaft gleaming with his spit.  He works up from them and makes the hottest moaning sound as he laps up the pre-cum that is leaking out of my piss slit.  His mouth ovals and slides down me, taking every inch of my shaft this time.  It makes him choke.  He comes up for air, then cleans all the deep throat spittle off my cock.

I notice it also made him stop jerking himself.

He pauses a moment, starts stroking his curved beauty and begins to suck me again.  He works hard.  I wouldn’t mind giving him my load, but I am just not there.  Finally, he stands up and flops into the seat next to me.  “Great dick,” he mumbles, turning to me.  “I had to get off my knees.”

“You have a beauty, too.  Love the curve…”

“I just wish it was as thick as yours,” he grins.  “I want to cum, you want it?”

I go to my knees.  He sits up a little, so it’s easier for me to swallow him.  He loves my tongue work, moaning, and in moments gives me a thick load.  I swallow, much to his delight.  He pulls me into a cummy kiss and then whispers, “I hate men who spit it out.  Why bother?”

*

I notice once again the man across from me.  He’d been trying to fuck a big bear of a guy with his seriously small cock, while I had been getting head.  He has watched me take the load.  He comes over.  “You want another?”

I have two loads already; I am cock hungry.  I nod.  He sticks it in my mouth.  He takes no time at all and I have load three.

I look over at the young man, wondering if he’s been watching all this.  He is studiously looking at the straight screen, making no eye contact.

I stroke for only a moment, before a middle-aged white guy, in better clothes than usual for here, moves towards me.  He has obviously seen the men unload in my mouth.  His regulation six incher is dripping from his hand work.  (I notice the youngest guy is watching this.)  Without a word he offers me his cock to suck.  I take him in my mouth.  He audibly sighs.  He stands stock still, eyes closed, imagining who knows what.  My tongue swirls over his cock head once too often—and he gives me a small load, but one that seems to totally satisfy him…

*

I jerk.

I watch the videos.  I have thinned the crowd.  But three more men arrive.  One comes right over and sits next to me.  He is a big bear of a man, white, who looks very familiar.  He asks to go down on me.  I nod and he sucks me, while his hands work his own nipples.  He’s good.  I know I know him. 

When he comes up for air, he rummages in his shirt pocket and pulls out nipple clamps on a chain.  Of course, he was here just a few sessions ago.  He opens his shirt, attaches them and goes back to work.  I reach down and tug the chain a little.  It’s awkward, but he likes it.

His knees give out.  We reverse.  He sits.  I kneel, still with my right hand tugging the chain, while his thick cock is in my mouth.  I don’t have to work too long.  One stronger tug sends him over the edge.  I clean his cock.  He thanks me and takes off.

A young cub, one of the new arrivals, has been stroking to our mutual sucking.  I sit back down in my chair—which is right next to him.  He leans over.  “I’d love you to suck me,” he whispers. 

I’m game.  Hoping it might inspire him to do me, too.  I suck him for a long time.  Twice I think I’m getting him close to orgasm.  The third time, as his breathing changes, his phone rings.  He makes a grab for it and motions me to stand up.  He races to the privacy of the rest room to answer it, one hand on his shorts that are only slightly pulled up and the other on the phone.  And from there, attired properly, he is out the door.

I look around the room.

The youngest guy suddenly stands up.  He has been jerking for the  two hours I’ve been there and he was there before me.  He spews his load all over the floor, to the delight of the very old man sitting near him.

I take it as my cue to leave.

I didn’t shoot, but am still well satisfied…

***

For the record, I had a surprise night free two days later.  I went back to see if I could drop the load.  A man was leaving as I went in.  Another left as I sat down.  I was alone until closing…

Guest Writer: Anal Ordinance Testing

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Jake’s Insatiable Ass (and Nuts of Steel)

 My Playroom—August, 2024

It had been a long time.  Jake, the man with an insatiable ass and a high tolerance for pain, came back to my playroom.  He looked tan and fit as he stripped down, tossing his clothes in the chair.  He saw the wrist and ankle restraints hanging on the sling.  He strapped on all four, loving the feel and, more importantly, they put him in the right head space.   I was in my used jock and boots, not bothering with the wrist band, as that wrist would likely disappear in his ass.

 

Jake sits on the bed.  He announces that he no longer uses poppers—getting all the rush he needs from the play.   I step forward.  He nuzzles my swelling cock in the jock pouch.  He inhales deeply.  I twist aside the fabric and get my half hard dick in his mouth.

Jake begins to suck, using lots of tongue.  I really prefer him popper-less for this and tell him so.  The heady fumes used to make him not be as careful with my cock.  He gets me hard and ready before he moves to my balls.  They are left wet and dripping.  One more trip back to swallowing almost my entire length before I tell him I want to eat his ass.

He gets up and automatically gets on the fuck bench.  I kneel and sink my tongue into his pucker.  It all but pulls me into him.  I lick and spit, all while I lube my cock with coconut oil.  Surprisingly, I don’t linger there.  I want to fuck him.  I stand up and slide in.  He groans.  I think he’s oblivious to the mirrors.  His eyes are closed in concentration.  I give him every inch.  I hold—and begin to move.  In and out.  Instantly his ass adjusts to the intruder.  It relaxes.  In moments, if I want to keep it tight, I need to add a toy along with my cock.  I grab the egg headed dildo with the slender shaft.  I grease it up with my cock still in him.   I slip out and push the toy into place. 

Jake groans.  I add my cock back in, with the toy above it.  Now he is back to feeling just like how he felt those first few moments.  I fuck, pull out, and push my cock back into him with the toy below me.  This is how I always used to use this toy; I loved the rippled shaft on the bottom of my cock.  But both feel great—so I keep pulling out, switching positions, leaving the toy in place and pushing my cock either above or below it.

Now, I pull out and bring him my cock to clean.  Jake’s eyes light up.  He loves ass to mouth.  He swallows me down, licking every inch of flesh.  I can’t take my eyes off the hungry look on his face as he does it.

I fuck him once more, toy still in place and bring my cock back to his mouth.  The heady scent of coconut oil fills the room as he cleans me once more.

We switch to the sling.  I eat his slightly gaping hole, my tonguing pushing in deep.  I fuck him.  Slow and leisurely.  I kneel again and work 4 fingers from each hand into him and do a lateral stretch.  And again.  I reach for the nearest toy.  It is the curved dildo with all the bumps that GaryM left with me.  Jake takes it, moaning as the toy just keeps filling him.  He takes every inch.  He moans as I pound my fist on the bottom of it, sending reverberations through his entire body.

I pull it out.  I fully grease up left hand.  With little effort I am inside him.  All of it.  I twist it out and do it again.  I move on the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the stainless-steel egg at the end of a long thin metal shaft.  He loves this, and takes it deep.  I stand up and fuck him with this toy in place, enjoying the hard shaft under my cock and my cock head butting against the metal egg.

I fist him once more.

Now I add the Ass Grommet over my cock and fuck him with my supersized penis.  I love the feel of his ass, as my cock sticks out of the end of the toy.  He loves the extra girth around my already large dick.  He reminds me that he was the one who left this toy with me.

I go thru the toy chest.  The three tiered butt plug-ish toy my brother gave me.  Jakes loves the softness of this one, so I follow it with a really hard toy which is long and has three bumps in the shaft.  I hold onto the handle and work it deeper and deeper.

I pull out the fisting toy that Fort Troff is selling.  It is shaped vaguely like a open hand with the thumb on the palm, but it is not realistically detailed.  It is made of a very hard material.  And Jake is the first man to love the feel of it.  He takes it easily.

We break for water and tea.

Jake gets back on the bench.  I use most of the toys on him again.  Every one of them feels brand new, with his ass in a different position.  Now I also use my right hand instead of my smaller left.  I have a hot moment of going from one hand to the other, really stretching his ass.

Jake has brough the ball crusher, the red wooden box you’ve seen on these pages before.  He puts his testicles inside.  He adds the top piece that I will slowly tighten down to really crush them.  We take a moment to string the box up so it is pulls it away from his body.

I slowly tighten the two wing nuts to tighten it down.  The slightest turn makes him gasp, but he is loving it.  I work them until I have it really tight on him.

“Now hit it.”

I do, with my fist.  It’s not enough.

“We need a mallet.”

I pull out the first dildo I ever bought for a fuck buddy, so long ago I rarely use this hard, unforgiving toy on anyone.

It makes an ideal hammer.  I hold the shaft and beat the massive ball sack down on the box.  Jake groans and encourages me to hit harder.  I do.  Over and over.

We finally stop and take off the crusher.  We’ve been playing for over 2 hours.  He gets back in the sling.  I kneel and use my alternating hands on him, until he reluctantly says we should stop…

 

Here are all the toys used.

Jake wrote up this play session, too.  I have kept it in my email, unread by me.  I will post it tomorrow.