Bryant Gets Wet

Chicago—December, 2015

It was that time again; time to head to Chicago, suck some dick, fuck some hot ass and drink a ton of piss.  It was the December piss party in Chicago.  I took the sling, picked up Ryan on the way and headed into the city.  We set the sling up in the back corner, as usual, and changed into our jocks and boots.  It was odd to see the bar in full light as the organizers finished getting the plastic taped up to protect the bar and the pictures on the wall.  At 5pm the lights dimmed and the men started to stream in---every pun intended…

The plastic wading pool is getting a work out.  The first pig to strip naked has jumped right in.  Every man who enters seems to stop there and unload on him before getting undressed and getting more to drink from the bar.  The pig is in heaven, wallowing in the various streams.  He drinks some, lets some splash down his chest.  He arches up when another stream hits him from behind.  He revels in the hot liquid running down his ass crack.  Ten minutes into the party and he has had 15 guys hose him down.  He rolls around in the excess, until a playmate joins him, and they get down to sucking each other’s cocks while sitting in the puddle.

I am leaning against the bar, drinking my Gatorade.  I hadn’t added much to the scene.  I am not nearly as hydrated as I thought.  It’s so hard to time it as you drive into the city.  You don’t want to drink too much too soon and be caught in Chicago traffic with an over full bladder.  I reach around and top up my bottle with the water in one of the huge insulated jugs sitting on the bar.  It is cool, not iced, and I can feel it go right through my system. 

I move into the shadows behind the back screen, near the sling.  I’m soon joined by a big bear of a man who I recognize from countless parties.  I sit on the ledge and spread my legs.  He hunkers down between them and begins an expert blow job.  It is the perfect way to start the night.  He knows better than to work to get me off.  He takes his time and soon the blood is engorging my dick.  It swells to fill my old metal cock ring. 

Once he’s gotten me good and hard, he moves to my balls.  They are soon wet and sopping, the hair matted.  Then he goes under my balls—to my not so secret place.    

“Yeah,” I mutter.  “Get your tongue between the ring and my balls.”  He does.  It’s wonderful.  It makes me so hard I can’t even think about pissing for the moment.  I wait until he stands up—his beer can of a dick waggling at me.  I stand, too.  I concentrate and send a few jets of piss spewing out over his cock.  He sighs.  I sink to my knees and clean his cock of my piss. 

And then his second piss load of the night goes down my throat.

After a little more mutual sucking we go our separate ways and do it again with someone else.

*****

I am by the sling.  I have not been able to convince the Latino who loves to be rimmed to get into it.  I do by the end of the night, but for the moment he demurs.  He simply bends in the corner and lets me tongue fuck his hairy hole.  And cover it with piss. 

When he asks for a break I see a new arrival at the bar, ordering a soda.  It’s Bryant—who I used to call Red Trunks in these pages, named for a favorite pair of underwear that saw many a piss party.  I go over to him and run my hand down the hairy crack revealed by his new ass-less briefs with a “Hey, stranger.”

He turns.  “Hey, you.”  He kisses me and gives the bulging pouch of my jock a friendly squeeze.  I look at him.  He’s tan from his travels—all 5’8” of him.  He looks even younger than his 33 years with his time away.

We talk about our lives, his trip and our favorite fucks since we saw each other last as we move to the sling.   Bryant grabs a stirrup and rattles the chains.  “You brought it.”

“I did—hoping you might be here.”

He doesn’t answer; he just puts his drink down and hops in.  “Open me up, stud.  I’ve missed your dick.”

I fall to my knees and lick his ass crack.  I poke my tongue as deeply as I can into him.  He must have just walked in—he’s fresh from a shower.  I can never decide if I like to get to him first or after he’s been loaded.  Anytime I can eat his ass, it’s fine with me.

Just as I’m about to stand and fuck, some man comes along and hoses Bryant’s crack while my mouth is right there.  I tongue fuck his hole so it is even wetter.  Bryant is calling me a pig and urging me to get my dick in him.

I stand.  I know to go slowly.  He opens—but it takes concentration from both of us—him to relax and me to not push too fast.  Once I’m balls deep, I stop and hold it.  I look right into his handsome face.  I know he’ll give me a sign when he’s ready.  I can feel his super tight hole relax. Bryant’s grimace relaxes, too.  “Fuck me.  I want this hole destroyed.”

I am ready to do my part.

I fuck.

I pull out and piss on his chest.

I fuck.

I eat his hole again, savoring his copious ass lube.

I let another man fuck him.

I taste the hole again.

I enter him.  Bryant pisses himself with a groan that can be heard throughout the bar.

I fuck him until he stops pissing and let a third man get his dick in him.

Bryant is loaded.  I eat a little and fuck the rest deeper into him.

He calls me a cum pig.

I stand up, lean across him and snowball some of the man’s load into Bryant’s mouth to shut him up.

We kiss deeply.

It’s early in the evening, but I know where I want to plant my load.

My cock enters him again…and again…

Cum-Union Chicago: Old Friends and Fuck Buds

Chicago—August, 2015

(This picks up right where the last post left off…)

I am sprawled on Juan’s bed.  He is standing astride me; my hands are reaching up and stroking his hairy legs.  He wiggles that brown butt and slowly brings it down to my face.  His ass cheeks are full enough to seal off any air.   My tongue pokes at his moist hole.  He opens himself for me.  I lick.  I prod him with my tongue.

And then the avalanche of cum begins to pour out of him and into my mouth.

I try to groan, but can only keep swallowing.  The flow just keeps coming.  I push some into his ass again, but it drips right back into my mouth.  When I can’t breathe any more, I tap his thighs.  He knows me well enough to raise just enough to let me gasp for air, then to grind his wet, hairy ass back down on my face.

When his legs have had enough, Juan stands up.  My beard is matted in cum and ass juice.  He steps off the bed, bends down and we kiss.  My cock is rampant.  Juan’s hand grasps it.

“I need to sit on this.”

I grin.  And in moments, Juan is impaled on my dick.  We both love how wet the fucking sounds of each thrust.  He rides me until his legs can’t take anymore.

“Did you fuck that guy on the fuck bench?  The one on this floor?” 

I nod.

“I couldn’t stop eating his ass,” Juan continues, “his ass lips are so juicy and swollen.”

“I’ve been there twice.”

Juan adjusts his jock.  “I’m going to see if I can get some more cock.  I’ll look for you.”

We hug and go our separate ways.

Instantly I bump into Daniel.  We had met twice at the Madison Cum-Union gatherings, where he was the main attraction of the party—taking a load from about every top there.  We have not seen each other since, though we write occasionally on BBRT.  Like Juan, he takes great delight in feeding me out of his hole.  He’s taller than I remember—but I do remember his dark, swarthy, Hebraic looks.  We hug.

“I saw you on the guest list,” I tell him.

“I was hoping we’d meet—though I don’t have any loads yet.”

“I don’t care.  I just want to fuck that hot ass.  The sling?”

We go down a flight.  We both love showing off in the public sling.  His ass tastes and feels as great as I remember.  He can milk a cock with the best of them—and with his good looks, it’s no wonder he gets so many loads.  We draw a crowd as we fuck.  So many hands want to stroke one or the other of us, but I cannot get anyone else to fuck him.  A few bend to suck Daniel as I fuck, but he hates this and pulls his dick out of their mouths. 

We agree to take a break.

I find my lithe, fun Black sub I’ve had at both CLAW and IML.  We fuck in the corridor of the third floor, with him holding on to the wall of the maze.  But it ends with both of us needing to wash. 

I step back into the congested corridors of the third floor.  There is the young man from the piss party I usually refer to as Red Trunks.  He is on his knees giving head to a massive cock on a massive man.  RT doesn’t see me as I walk up behind him.  I kneel and reach my hand down those red trunks.  My middle finger grazes his hole.  On cue, without bothering to look who might want to fuck him, RT gets up so I can eat his ass while he continues to suck the big cock.   I eat his hole.  I lube my cock as I force a ton of saliva up his tight pucker; I know he always has to adjust to my size.  I stand and start to insert.   RT stops sucking and says “Fuck, that has to be you…”  He turns enough to kiss me and then spreads his ass cheeks farther apart.

But he’s not ready for my dick yet.  “Let me get some smaller guys up me first.”  He goes off.  (He must have found just who he needs—I never see him again.)

“Well, hell,” the bruiser says, “If he doesn’t want that cock I do.”

I heft his massive meat and look at him quizzically.

“Put it in my ass.”  And this guy, who looks like he’s a bouncer at some bar patronized by unruly Marines, bends over and takes me easily.  To the hilt.  Instantly, other guys are crawling under him to lick his big cock as I fuck him.  Another guy is trying to tongue my ass as I fuck.  It feels great, but it’s just too crowded to give him a good fuck.  The bruiser stands up, pulling me out of him and takes me to his room.

We do it right for the next 30 minutes.  He’s only disappointed that I am not flip fucker.

I go back for the last time to the guy I started with on the fuck bench.  His ass lips are now indeed as puffy as Juan indicated.  I tongue them gently and give him one last fuck.  He cranes his head to really look at me as he cleans my dick afterward.  When he pulls off he says, “You have no idea how many anal orgasms you’ve given me tonight...”

****

In the dark area on the second floor, a cute Hispanic top decides to bottom.  A big mistake.

Back on the third floor, I give head to an amazingly thick Arab cock.  His thick foreskin will not retract.  But he loves how determined my tongue is to try.  He loves it so much he gives me a load—and takes my BBRT screen name.  (He writes later that he wanted me to fuck him but didn’t know how to ask!)

I find Daniel again.  “I have two loads—come to the sling.”  I rim, I felch and I fuck in the velvet of his cummy ass.   This time we find an older man who takes turns with me on that wet ass.  He loves to clean the previous dick up Daniel as much as I do.

I think this is my cum for the evening.  But as soon as I decide that, my orgasm recedes to nothing.   We make Daniel shoot all over himself—me in his ass and the man in his mouth.  Both tops lick his ripped chest clean.

*****

It’s past midnight.  I have been here for over four hours.

Guys are leaving.  It’s a weeknight and the space is clearing fast.  I really want to drop this load I’ve been working on all night.

“Hey, Stranger.  I saw you earlier.”

I turn.   It’s Warren.  (Shaved head, worked out, occasional porn actor Warren).  I haven’t seen him since he moved out of downtown and into the suburbs.  We hug.

And he invites me back to his room.

He’s ass up instantly—he wants to get home, too. 

I lick him.  I’m pretty sure he’s been busy, but he tells me he only has one load as he’s topped all night.  I rise up and sink into him.

Oh, fuck, I’ve missed his ass.  He squeezes me tightly. 

I am right on the edge in just a few strokes. 

I shoot.   Big.  After all those holes I’ve fucked tonight.

I come back to reality slowly.  Warren pulls off me and flips, legs up, hand on his own dick.  He tells me just what to do….

“Felch me while I get off.”

I do.  A snowball of my cum at the crucial moment sends his jizz flying…

IML- Day Two (continued) - More Porn and a Reward

Chicago—May, 2015

(Saturday night.)

It’s been a few hours since I left the piss party.  I read the text again—telling me where to meet.  It’s on a high floor of the host hotel—near a service elevator that is off a main corridor.  The director wants to shoot a scene in a more public place.  This hotel is a maze.  I follow the signs towards the room number he gave us as a sign post.  Thank goodness he did or I’d never find it.  The hotel is an old residence hotel.  It has charm—but three separate towers of rooms all with different numbering.  And the hallways are hidden behind fire doors—sometimes labeled with the room numbers beyond—sometimes not.

 I am the first one there.  There is the soda machine and an ice machine mentioned in the text.  I open the windowed door to the service elevator landing area.  There are two tall windows that lead to fire escapes.  Around the corner, out of view from the windows are, the ancient elevators (still used?) for the staff.  The floor is thick with dust and grime.  A soda bottle, half drunk, lies abandoned on the floor by pipes going down the wall from the floor above.  There is little light coming in.  I check my phone as I go back to the soda machine.  I’m ten minutes early—of course.

Beer Can Cock arrives telling me he has finally managed to get off in ExtremeCumHole this evening.  I nod, but wonder about the timing.  His mammoth cock is barely hidden by his black Lycra shorts.  He reaches up one of the leg holes and pulls it out, stroking it.  It’s still hard thanks to the Trimix. 

We wait.  We chat about who else we’ve done.

The director arrives with the Cub.  It will be the three of us again.  He tells us he had one more top—but he backed out when he found out he couldn’t use condoms.  I look the other way as the Cub gets some Trimix injected into his dick as well.  I grope myself under the fly of the ripped blue denim 501’s.  I have my chaps over them and am wearing my harness and a leather jacket. 

We wait.

No bottom.  He’s still cleaning out.

I have to piss—I’m still on an every half hour schedule even after all these hours from the party.  The director takes me to his room.  I meet the bottom just coming out of the bathroom.  He’s maybe 40, tall, quite well built and covered with tattoos.  We shake hands and he goes on to dry off and get into a jock while I piss.

We are all assembled.  We worry about light, but the director tells us we are good.  The set-up is simple—Beer Can will see the bottom idly waiting in corridor by the ice machine and drag him through the door to the dusty landing area.  He’s to bend him over and plow him.  The Cub and I arrive and do the same.  He wants it brutal—with no frills or foreplay.

The scene starts.  The bottom leans against the wall, one foot up by his other knee—the classic “you want this?” rent boy pose.  BC grabs him with some improvised dialogue.  He pulls him by the neck through the door.  The camera follows as do the Cub and myself.

“Grab your ankles.” 

The bottom does as he’s told.  BC spits on his hole.  That massive cock hits a hole that is nervous and clamped shut.  The bottom lets out a squeal that’s loud enough to carry out into the main corridor.  BC thrusts again.  And again.  With no success. A finger is barely inserted.

“Get him open for me,” BC commands, turning to me.

I enter the scene.  The bottom is now hanging on to the pipes.  I drop to my knees and spit on his hole—I push it in with my tongue.  Barely.  I know the director doesn’t want this kind of play.  I Undo my pants and stroke my semi hard cock.  I touch the floor by mistake and come up with a handful of grit sticking to my lubed fingers.  I wipe it on my chaps and gingerly stroke my penis.  Almost to full erection.

As I stand, outside the door, the ice machine clatters a delivery of cubes and two queenie boys laugh.

My cock wilts as I press against the unforgiving hole.

I spit again.  And simulate some fucking.  Beer Can walks towards us.  The door to our alcove opens.  I walk off camera and try to gesture what is going on to a young man who’s groping himself and watching the show.  He eventually pulls out a miniature dick and strokes.  He finally stops and starts texting. 

On screen BC is trying to get into the bottom again.  No success as far as I can see.

A Latino couple arrive as if they owned the place.  Both handsome and tatted.  I try to shush them.  They lean against the wall, out of camera range and watch BC enter the bottom.  Briefly.  It’s just starting to look hot, when the bottom squeals and pulls off him.  The taller of the two Latinos pulls out his cock.  The first man goes down on him, oblivious to the camera and what we are doing.

The Cub is trying to take over the scene.  He’s as nervous and incredibly uncomfortable as we all are.  Even with the ED chemicals swirling through his system, his cock stays soft.  He eats the bottoms butt for a moment and then gives up.

The other Latino drags out his cell phone and starts filming this cluster fuck.

BC is back, telling the bottom to grab his ankles again.  This time he gets the dick into him.  A few strokes and another squeal of agony.

This convinces our three intruders to get the fuck out of the alcove.

I stand away from the window in the door and concentrate on getting fully hard.  I am successful and take over from BC.  I am able to enter his now slightly looser hole.  The bottom grabs at the window ledge and we have a few moments of good sex.  Then he tightens so hard around my cock, I want to squeal as loudly as he has been doing.  But I don’t.  As my dick goes soft, I simply fake an orgasm.  The men watching are convinced.  I pull out, slapping his butt as if he gave me the best fuck of my life and go stand guard at the door.

The outside corridor is now louder than ever as countless men return to their rooms.  They chat loudly, laugh and some try to look through the window.  I stand so they can’t see a thing.  I glance out and I am sure that I see a security guard coming our way.  The hotel has been shutting down sex parties with open door policies on the previous nights.  I look again.  It’s just an IML participant dressed in his finest cop uniform.

BC is lying on the filthy floor.  The bottom is lowering himself onto the dick.  It works for a few strokes.  Then it grinds to halt.  We try again.  A few strokes.  Nothing.  We stop.

“I think I can make it work,” the director tells us.  “I’ll just change the order so the cum shot is last.”

Really? 

BC and I go up a couple of flights and realize we are going to the same sex party.  I tell him I wish we could have dragged our unwilling bottom to a room—so we all could have relaxed behind a closed door.

We find the room we want.  The door is propped open.  Inside the darkened room, with the only light coming from a bathroom doorway, a number of men are watching two guys getting fucked.  It’s my pal Bryant (Red Trunks) and his roommate on all fours.

BC wants Bryant.  Who can blame him?  Bryant isn’t a big man, but he eventually can take that massive cock—with enough poppers.  I fuck the roommate—reveling in the young flesh and creamy hole.  I have taken no Viagra—funny how a little privacy has me hard as a rock.  My boy is in a massive leather harness and a blue jock.  He’s cute, Italian and young.

BC lies down on this floor too and has Bryant ride his dick .  We all watch until Bryant calls it off.  BC takes his leave—looking for bigger hole.  I make way for another top up the Italian.  I fuck Bryant, but he’s feeling the busy day and we don’t fuck for long.

Soon the room clears.  And I am left alone with the two bottoms.

“Side by side,” I tell them.

I start in Bryant.  My tongue goes into his tortured hole as I rub my right hand along the outside of the cummy Italian butt.  Then I move over and rim/felch the Italian and use the side of my left hand on Bryant.  The guys are moaning from my tongue.

I move back and enter Bryant with my dick.  I fuck a few strokes and switch.  This totally surprises the Italian, but he grunts out his appreciation.

Back to Bryant.  Three Strokes.  Four. 

Into the Italian. 

“Please breed him.”  It’s Bryant wanting his pal to get my cum.

I can’t refuse him.

I let go of all the evening’s frustrations with a terrific, stop-the-world-for-a-split-second orgasm.  My knees give way and I let myself slide to the floor, my face in line with the deep filled hole.

“Oh, yeah,” murmurs Bryant, knowing me too well, “Felch your load out of him.”  He goes in for a kiss with his friend.

The Italian reaches back and, grabbing my head, holds me in place as I swallow my load…

IML -- Day Two -- Pissing from Coast to Coast

Chicago—May, 2015

It was a nice relaxed morning—a great breakfast, blogging, a nap, a sandwich and suddenly it's time to go piss and fuck.

The piss party during IML is always a treat as you meet men from across the country—and the world.  Bob, my roommate, has decided to try some piss play.  Roger, my CLAW roommate, drove in with us, too.  A fourth man I didn’t know (who was rooming with Roger) was incredibly excited as he’d dreamed of this kind of function, but never had the balls to do it before.  It was a happy and excited car full of men as we cruised up Lake Shore Boulevard to go get wet.

I am in my piss boots, yellow jock and the new(er) neoprene harness with yellow trim.  The crowd is sparse.  Leaning against the bar is Bryant (I have always called him Red Trunks on here—since that is his usual attire.)  Today he is in a pair of blue and green backless underwear.  We kiss.  We chat.  I idly kneel and eat his ass as he leans against the bar.  Bryant makes a show of sucking my cock to the root—impressive enough for Bob to get hard and join us.  I go back to eating Bryant’s hole as he bends to suck Bob.  Once it’s sopping wet, I stick the head of my dick into him.  I push ever so slightly.  We’re in no hurry.  Bryant pulls off me.  He wants someone smaller first.

The crowd has doubled in size.  I drink up but I can’t piss yet.  I started to hydrate two hours before the event, but my bladder has not reached the tipping point yet.  I move back behind the screens.  There is my friend (an incredibly hairy chested top) fucking Carlos—the beautiful man with the tribal shoulder tattoo.  I sit next to them, watch and jerk.  Instead of taking my turn up Carlos, Hairy Chest pulls out of Carlos and sits on my dick.  I always forget how versatile he is.  He is the perfect warm-up fuck…

****

David arrives.  (Late 40’s, Hebraic features, big dick and an insatiable thirst for anything that  comes out of a dick.)  He’s in from the East Coast again.  His neoprene singlet is ass-less and the front is currently zippered shut.  We meet up in the front of the room—but in an instant are behind the screens.  I sit on the ledge and he kneels in a puddle of piss and gives me expert head.  He includes my balls, even tilts me back to lick at my ass.

Soon he is riding my spit soaked dick.  I let him be in control for the first 5 minutes.  Then I maneuver him so he stands and leans forward.  I rise with him, still in his ass, and let loose with a loud, hip smacking fuck.

Bryant comes to watch.  He strokes.  When I finally pull out of David’s ass, David spins around to suck his ass juices off my cock.  Bryant pushes his cock right into the hole I just vacated.  He fucks him hard enough for him to be forcing David down on my cock.   I pull David off my dick and kiss him.  We swap copious amounts of spittle.  I hold onto him as he’s fucked.  A man wanders by and pisses on David’s ass.  It gushes down over Bryant’s cock and he fucks it into the hole.  Bryant keeps going, then pulls out and bends to lick up the left over piss on the ass he was just fucking.  I stay seated, but the guys change places.  Bryant sits on my cock—controlling how deep I go.  David is back on his knees and licking the cock that was just in his ass. We are truly pigs in heat.

A man dressed in rubber, who I later learn is a friend of David’s, watches and strokes.   He pisses on us too.  He has a very white ass jutting out of the black rubber.  I knead it as Bryant bounces on my cock.  From the man’s responses, I know where my cock is going next. Bryant gets off me and takes a break.  David cleans me up and then all but forces his friend down on my dick.  I am up yet another ass.  I fuck the rubber man, arching up into him and then get him up to lean into David.  He can’t stop telling me how good my raw dick feels up him. 

****

I finally get to drink some of Carlo’s piss.  I reward his generosity with a good fuck.  It’s been months since we’ve seen each other.  I fuck him for as long as he can take it, to make up for lost time.

****

Roger’s roommate has been drinking his first communal piss.  He wants his ass opened.  I oblige.  A hot looking shaved headed man pisses on my cock to give him a mini piss fuck.  The man then bends over, right next to us, ass in the air.  I take the hint.  I go from the one to the other.  Another man, I have no idea who it is, inserts his cock into the hole I just vacated.  The howl of surprise and pleasure from Roger’s roommate is intense.  He’s crossed a line.  He’s only jerked off to this kind of scene, but never thought he’d live it.  His ass is now open to all—and men line up…

*****

“He wants you,” says a voice in my ear. 

I am standing near the coat check, talking to the man behind the counter.  I turn to look at the speaker.  He’s a handsome man, maybe 40, in a leather harness and some sort of leather jock.  His boy is in tow—in a leather harness and open ass briefs.  He is stunning:  maybe 25, Latino, jet black hair, chiseled features and a body that shows off his gym membership. 

“He wants to suck you, drink your piss and get fucked.”

The boy grins shyly.  His partner pushes him towards me.  The boy goes to his knees and swallows me down.  My cock fills every millimeter of his throat.  He chokes—in a good way and pulls off me.  I let him gulp some air and down he goes again.  Soon I am pissing into his mouth.  He deliberately lets some splash out and coat his chest, but he swallow most of it.

I can’t stand it.  I have to rim him.  He leans against his Daddy as I eat his almost hairless hole.  His ass flowers open.

“Fuck him.  I want to see that big dick of yours in my boy.”

I know when to follow directions.  I stand and insert.  The boy bucks back against me.  He is in really turned on by being the center of attention.   We are ringed by about 5 men watching us fuck right in the main part of the bar.  One pisses on my cock.  The boy gasps as I fuck it into him.  Daddy is holding him and whispering filthy things into his ear.  I am pounding the shit out of him—I want him to remember my cock.  I fuck until I am on the verge of cumming.  I stop just before I load him.  I pull out, bend and tongue his wrecked hole until he’s purring into his Daddy’s chest.

“We flew in from LA.  You just gave him the fuck he’s been looking for…”

I smile up at the Daddy and stick my tongue back in the boy.

*****

I fuck more.  And piss a lot more—feeding several hungry pigs in the pool.

I also piss all over the butt of the LA boy when we meet up again.  Piss is dripping off his gorgeous, firm ass.  It’s only nice that I clean him up with my tongue.  Which leads to my cock being re-inserted…

*****

I close the party with a special request.  Bryant wants me to give him a true piss fuck.  We go to a back corner.  I lick and fuck his hole.  In the middle of it all, I stop the thrusting and let jet after jet of hot piss fill his ass.  Bryant is panting from the fuck—but the sensation of the piss filling him to the brim causes him to really gasp for air.

 “Are you pissing up him?  Let me fuck in it.”

A man I don’t know is stroking like crazy next to us.  I ease out and give him a treat.  He pushes into Bryant.  When his dick hits the hot piss, he shoots his load.

*****

I go home a little early. 

Bad Seed has asked me for another shoot.

(But that’s the next post…)

David Gets Filled

Chicago—April, 2014

Three group events happened back to back.  The first was the piss party.  My F-bud David, the hot Hebraic piss boy from the East Coast, was to be in town visiting his family.  He would meet me at the party for some piss in his hole and then wanted to do Steamworks afterwards for some cum in his hole. And the next day Ryan wanted me at his house for a small group.  Of course, I said yes to all of them.

Here are moments from the first two:

I arrive 30 minutes before the piss party starts.  I am alone; Ryan has concert tickets.  I have brought the sling.  The organizers think it could be an asset to the party.  It’s odd seeing the back bar with all the lights blazing as the staff set up the place.  I drag the duffle bag to the back corner by the oversized television screen.  There is just enough room to set it up.  I make a note not to fuck too hard and get the sling swinging—and drive the bottoms head into the cinder block wall.  I put away the bag and get undressed.  The lights switch off.  It’s dark now.  I have to grope for my clothes to get them together.  My eyes have adjusted by the time I get my bag checked and my water bottle filled.

I have done a good job hydrating on the drive in.  I have to piss.  I look at the arrivals in various states of undress.  No one is ready to take this load.  Damn.  I don’t want to waste it.  Wait.  There.  All but under my sling is the pig I need.  He will stay on his knees all night.  He guzzles piss from anyone who will feed him.  I often use him for my first unloading, when I am not sure how strong my piss will be—as this man doesn’t care.  He just wants anything that comes out of a cock.  I saunter over.  I tilt his head back—his mouth falls open.  His eyes plead with me to use him.  I haul out my cock.  It falls heavily onto his chin.  He cranes around, trying to get it into his mouth.  I don’t let him.  I grab it.  It’s swollen but not hard.  The piss starts almost instantly.  I aim for his open mouth.  He swallows and gurgles rather nosily. I direct some at his pierced nipples and bring the stream back up to his mouth.  After a moment of that, I push his head forward and let the pale yellow stream splash down his back and into his ass crack.  I’m back in his mouth now—holding my cock just out of his reach.  As the piss slows, I relent and let him suck me to full hardness.

Bryant, in his red swim trunks, emerges from the group around the blow-up pool.  Last month we’d played at the party—and then he’d topped at the motel orgy afterwards.  He’s young, cute, has a trim body and an ass I can’t get enough of.  His eyes widen at the sight of the sling.

“You brought it.”

“I did.”

“First one in.”  He jumps up and gets his legs up on the chains. 

I kneel to lick his hole. 

It’s a great warm up fuck. 

I wish I was ready to piss, but I’m not.  I take a swig from my bottle.

David arrives.  All eyes are on him as he checks his bag.  He spots me and comes directly to me.  We kiss.  He’s looking hot in his yellow singlet with the ass and crotch cut out. 

“Want a drink?”

I just nod and kneel before him.  He’s been drinking something with a high sugar content.  I feel like I’m drinking soda from his thick, cut cock not piss.  He doesn’t try to help me modulate flow—he lets it all out in one huge gush.  I manage.  I don’t let any spill out of my mouth.  He pulls his cock out of me and pulls me up.  His tongue replaces his cock in my mouth.  Now I let myself be sloppy.  Spit and remnants of piss fleck both our chests before we’re done.

“Fuck me.”  David gets up in the sling, in one easy move.

I kneel and eat his hole.  I think about pissing on it, but I save it.  I know he likes it deep inside him.  I stand up and enter him.  I fuck.  Guys crowd around.  Two of them unload on David’s singlet and cock as I fuck.  The wet slapping sound draws more spectators.  Others piss on us as I plow into him.

“I have some for you.”  I slow my pumping and hold still.  My cock head gets bigger.  My piss gushes into him.  I have so much more than I thought.  I pour it all into his ass.  His eyes get bigger as his gut fills.  When I’m finally done—I fuck it into him.  I am still erect and ready.  I fuck him hard.  I fuck him until he begs me to stop.  I fuck him until he tells me he’ll cum if I don’t stop.  Reluctantly I slow down.  I have fucked the piss so deep into him, there is not a drop as I pull out of his puffy hole.

*****

Four hours later we are at Steamworks in the public sling.  I am fucking David, showing off, hoping for others who’d like to fuck him, too.

Many gawk.  More feel up the front of their towels.  Some even drop the towel and show us their cocks, but no one seems to be top enough to fuck.

Until he walks in. 

My opposite. 

He’s short.  I’m tall.

He’s Black.  I’m White.

He’s young.  I’m old—at least in front of this late 20’s stud.

His cock is a beer can.  Thick as fuck.  I’m long and look thin next to him.

He tosses his towel into the corner the moment he sees us.  I let him go right up David’s spread ass.  David starts moaning louder.  Guys ring around us.  My opposite number understands sharing a hole.  He pulls out after just a few strokes and lets me back in.

Back and forth.

Black.

White.

Short.

Long.

David’s breathing has become fast and hard.  His cock has hardened.  His eyes are riveted on the two men taking turns on his ass.  I can’t imagine what he’s feeling.  How deep I go—and then in the next moment how wide the stretch is.

But we keep at it.

Back and forth.

Uncut.

Cut.

Pounding the hell out of him.

It’s my opposite’s turn.  He thrusts in.  Roughly.  David grunts and shoots a pool of cum on his singlet.  This convulses the top into firing a load into David.  I kneel.  The top keeps bucking into David.  When he finally notices me down there, he grins.  He pulls his dripping beer can out ever so slowly. 

He knows where I want it.  He pushes into my mouth.  My tongue pulls back the foreskin.  He’s still dripping as he gingerly fucks my face for a few strokes.  He reaches down and catches a large drip of cum draining from David’s ass.  He pulls his sensitive cock out and shoves his finger in.

“Clean my finger.”  I do.  When he pulls it out he turns me enough so I am looking right into David’s dripping hole.  “Now eat him out, you dirty fucker.  Every drop.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice.  Or hold my head in place.

But he does.

Cum In His Ass=Cum In My Mouth

Chicago—March, 2014

This picks up immediately after the piss party of the last post.

Ryan, Carlos and I left the piss party and got something to eat—opting for a drive-through as we reeked of piss.  (I never think I do until I step outside into the fresh air.)  Back at the motel we all showered.  I was last under the hot water and I heard a knock on the door as I stepped out dripping onto the bath mat.  It was Juan.  I poked my head out.  I had to bend a little as we kissed.  I was all heat and steam from the shower and he was cold from the March night air.  He wasted no time in stripping down to his jock as I toweled off a little more and put on a fresh jock.

“So how did you do?” I asked him.

“Well…” drawled Juan.  “I’ve been doing some fucking while you all were pissing…and I have at least seven loads up there for you.”

“Bend over.”

Juan bent over the corner of one of the double beds and I sunk to my knees on the old motel carpet…

My tongue finds his slightly puffy hole.  This second he tastes just of Juan, a taste I know so well.  Juan groans as I start to burrow deeper with my tongue.  He flowers open and gives the tiniest of pushes.  Cum drips onto my tongue.  My cock is aching from the four hours of play with no release.  Now it’s dripping.  I mop some up with my index finger and wipe it down Juan’s ass crack.  I push it in with my tongue to replace what I just swallowed.  I stand up, my cock swinging in front of me.  It brushes his ass.  Juan shivers in anticipation.

“Fuck me.  Push all that cum deeper in me.”

My cock head finds his hole.  My entire length glides into him.  I don’t bother to hold to let him get re-acquainted with my cock.  I can’t stop myself from pumping in the slippery canal of his ass. 

A knock at the door.  Ryan let’s in, in quick succession: 

Bryant—the boy I love to eat and fuck at the piss party who often is in red trunks.

Sam—a top from Juan’s stable who is new to me.

Rick—an older top with a thick, wide cock, who Juan introduced to me years ago.

While I’m fucking Juan, I watch Bryant and Carlos on the bed.  Bryant had promised he would show me his top-side, well he has been fucking Carlos with skill and a passion you can feel at the other end of the bed.  I gesture to Ryan, who comes around to Juan’s ass.  I pull out.  Ryan rims and felches him a little and is soon fucking him.  Juan cleans my cock.  Sam and Rick are now naked and take a turn up Juan as well.

The sex play becomes a blur for me for a time.  It’s just about hole—I have a lot of it.  Carlos, Bryant and Juan.  Someone is always up Juan, but Bryant and Carlos get plenty of fucking, too. 

Juan takes a break.  He looks and asks me “Do you want to…?”  He points to the rim seat.  I can feel my heart rate actually go up at the idea.  I crawl under.  Juan sits and the seat spreads his hole. Instantly a huge glob of the seven original loads falls into my mouth. I am jerking my dick faster and faster.  I feel a hand knock my fist away from it.  Someone sits on it and begins riding me.  For a minute I’m afraid that doing my two favorite things at the same time will be too much for me.  I master it, and settle back for the ride.  Juan’s hole is wide open and dripping.  I plunge my tongue into him deeper and deeper each time.  I clutch the waist of the man on my dick and figure out it has to be Bryant.  I pull him down harder and harder on my pulsing cock.

When we get up from the rimseat, we all switch partners—new holes, new cocks—the tops in rotation. 

I’d promised Bryant a sling fuck.  It feels like the time.  I get him up and eat his slick ass.  I fuck him hard enough to make the chains rattle.  I watch Juan now feed Ryan on the rimseat. 

When I let Bryant out of the sling, Carlos is finally ready to top.  He grabs Bryant and pushes him face down on the bed.  Carlos is up him in a flash.  Sam scrambles up on the bed and sticks his dick is Carlos’ mouth.  Rick lines up his dick with Carlos’ ass and slips into him on each backstroke.  With three men on him, Carlos convulses in pleasure and shoots a huge load into Bryant.  I know it’s big, for Bryant wiggles out from under Carlos the moment Carlos is done and takes me to the rim seat for me to clean him up.  For the second time I get under it and cum drips out of an open hole into my mouth.

*****

About an hour later.  Guys are getting off.  Rick shoots in Juan doggy style.  As does Sam.  Watching them get off gives Carlos a second wind.  He pumps a load into Juan as well.  I fuck the cum out of Bryant—but I don’t let it go to waste.  I scoop it up and fuck it into Juan so Bryant’s cum is up him, too.

It’s my turn.  I’ve been fucking for hours at the piss party and now here.  With all the new loads in Juan’s hole, I can no longer keep from spewing my own into.  It comes in huge waves of gut shattering pleasure.  I collapse on Juan’s back and hold him.  Ryan is behind me, kneeling and looking at the cum leaking out of Juan’s hole.  I roll off the boy and let Ryan pound out his own load into Juan.

My boy arrived with seven.  H got five more delivered by cock and one extra fucked into him by me.

We all agreed it was a good night.

*****

Ryan wrote up a blow by blow description of this group likely with more details.  It's here.  And if you are not reading Spreading My Legs, you really should be...

The Four Pigs of the Piss Party

Chicago—November, 2013

So here it is Christmas Eve and I’m writing about the November piss party.  My background music is Barbara Cook singing about snow showers and a warm fireside.  I keep thinking about golden showers and a hot ass.  There was once a critic who proclaimed that if the angels in heaven didn’t sing like Barbara Cook then he wasn’t going.  I can certainly make the case that if the angels don’t have the talents of the four piss pigs mentioned here then I don’t want to go either…


Red Trunks
I have checked my clothes and am sipping my water.  My travel companion, Ryan of Spreading My Legs, is off checking out the porn and the men.  The first person who finds me is Red Trunks.  I have his name somewhere, but I can never think of it when we meet—likely for I can’t stop thinking about his perfect ass encased in bright, scarlet Speedos.  He’s young (not yet 30).  When he stands up, he is maybe 5’ 9”, but he’s always bent over.  He’s cute—he could be easily cast as the gay neighbor in any sit-com.  He’s slender and worked out.  His legs are hairy, as is his ass crack—but he’s all but hairless above his waist.  RT likes piss play, but there is no doubt that he is here to get as much raw cock up his perfectly shaped ass as he can get.

 We kiss. 

 “How are you, Daddy?”

I tell him about my drive in as we move to the back corner.  When we reach the back bar stool, he turns his back to me.  Like a stripper, he peels his Speedo down just below those full ass cheeks.  He leans on the stool, thrusting his ass out at me.

 My cock instantly pushes out of the pouch of the right side of my jock.

 “Will you fuck me?”

 I don’t answer.  I piss all over his ass.  He moans.  I kneel and bury my face in the dripping mounds of hot flesh.

 “Fuck, yes.  Eat me out.  You make me so wet.”

 I stick my tongue deep into him.  He’s just arrived.  No one has been up there yet.  I can’t wait to taste him later in the evening.  I slobber into his butt, stand up and push my cock roughly into him. 

 “Fuck me hard.  Make that ass yours!” 

 I answer with a resounding swat of my left hand on his wet butt cheek.

 I fuck him hard.

 I fuck him as some man comes over and pisses on my cock.  I fuck the piss into his perfect ass.

 I fuck him until I have to stop or shoot.  I clean his hole and kiss RT.  “I’ll bring you a load to felch, I promise,” he tells me.  I kiss him again and send him off on his quest.  We will meet repeatedly throughout the evening. 

 The Man with the Dragon Tattoo
The next man this night is one of the most sensual men I know.  We can’t keep our mouths off each other.  The Man with the Dragon Tattoo is tall—my size tall.  He’s built as lean and lanky as I am.  He’s shaved his head.  His goatee is much more trimmed than mine.  He has many, many tattoos—but the prime one is a huge dragon on his back that wraps a claw around his bicep here, his shoulder blade there.  It’s a work of art.  If Red Trunks is here to get fucked, Dragon Tat is here for the joy of piss play.

“I have to piss,” he announces after we pull out of our kiss.  I sink to my knees.  I wait a moment for his cock to go from sex mode to piss mode.  He stays mostly hard as the piss begins to fill my mouth.  He’s drunk some beer, so it’s the sweetest piss in the world.  And he can’t stop.  It just fills me up.  I chug it down—rock hard.  When I have finally swallowed the last drop, we kiss again.  He’s hungry to know just what his piss tastes like.  Mid kiss, he seats me on the long, high bench against the side wall.  He kneels.  He sucks me.  Expertly.  He knows to get my balls.  And under my balls.  He works his tongue between my cock ring and my nut sack—something that makes me moan.

 “Lean back.” 

 I do.  He’s one of the few men in the world I allow to eat my ass.  But he stands up.  I tense for a second.  Then, remarkably, piss pours out of his cock and covers my ass crack.  He wets me down before he kneels and cleans every drop off my ass.

 “You need to piss?”

 I can’t do it again quite yet.  DT settles down and goes back to his expert blow job.  Eventually I feed him what he wants—returning all that beer piss now recycled through me.  This makes us kiss again.  I am still seated.  DT spits on my cock and slowly impales himself on it.  He squeezes me with every stroke.  When his legs tire, he gets off and kneels to clean my cock.  We kiss.  I separate from his kiss only because the piss and Gatorade have kicked in.

“I have some for you…”

DT kneels and his mouth envelops my cock to take my piss straight down his throat.

David
David is here this month, too.  Once again he’s wearing his Neoprene singlet which shows off his thick cock and bubble butt.   His handsome, strong features and jet black hair make everyone stop and look at him.  David loves piss.  But don’t give it to him in his mouth.  He wants it up his butt.

I find David talking to Ryan.  They are making plans for us all to meet later at Steamworks.  I say hello, give David a kiss and push his head down on Ryan’s, semi-hard on.  I push my cock right up David’s butt.  I fuck him hard enough to draw a crowd.  I fuck him hard enough for David to arch his back and pull off Ryan.

 “Piss my hole.  YES!”

I am already doing it.  Those are words of satisfaction, not instruction.  I finish pissing and fuck in the hot liquid.  I eventually tell Ryan he should fuck David while his ass is still super hot.  I pull out, taste my handiwork, then stand up and turn David’s butt towards Ryan…

The Redhead
He is late to the party this month.  His boyfriend, who has no interest in piss, drops him off at the bar—telling him to go have fun at “football practice”—as he can’t quite bring himself to call it a piss party.

 The Redhead is just 40, but still has a thin layer of baby fat on him.  He’s very white, with a sizable dick when he decides to top, red pubes and an insatiable sex drive.  He loves piss.  Everywhere.  And he loves to get fucked.  I think of him as my all rounder.

I find him in the back corner, where he’s just taken the second guy up his ass.

 “I’m really thirsty after that,” he tells me.  I oblige by letting him suckle half the piss load out of me.  The rest I use to hose him down, covering nipples, cock and balls.

 Soon he’s leaning against the bar.  I fuck him until we both can use a break.

I meet up with the Redhead throughout the four hour party, tasting what all the other men have done to his hole or just offer him a quick feed of piss.


******
The recording has been over for some time as I wind this up .  I have gifts to wrap for tomorrow. But I am still thinking of my four pigs of the piss party.  Perhaps I should have called it “Five Pigs”…for I certainly count myself in their number…whether I get to heaven or not…