Re-post: CLAW 3.2: Blue

So, I wrote the pictures are never the actual people.  Well, this one is.  I was at CLAW (the year I taught the piss workshop) and somehow the stars aligned, and porn legend Blue Bailey came to my hotel room to play.  I had the sling and rim seat with me.

Re-post:  CLAW 3.2:  Blue

Cleveland—April, 2019

I walked out of the Piss Demo thinking I didn’t reek of piss.  Wrong.  I got back to the hotel, showered, wrote a post and got some lunch.  I set up the room, tucking the sheet on top of the tarp, getting the rimseat out from under the sling and placing towels I’d brought with me in easy reach.  I was expecting a visitor at 2:00 pm.  On the dot there was a knock…

 

I open door.  It’s Blue Bailey—grinning.  He’s in town for some of the CLAW events.  He strips off the moment I shut the door.  We embrace and go into a passionate kiss.  I learn quickly we are both very oral people.  He sinks to his knees and takes me in his mouth.  It’s excellent head.  I rest my hands on his head and let him go to town.  No need to fuck his face—well, this time.

“Can you sit on the seat?” he asks.

This is not what I was expecting at all.  But I’m not about to say no.  I let him get under and sit down.  He feasts on my ass.  His cock goes from hard to granite the moment his tongue touches my hole.  He slobbers up into me.  I have had some great rimming this trip and Blue is a master.  I lean slightly, still making sure he has full access to me, and I lightly finger around his hole.  I could sit there all day, but I want to return the favor.

“Let’s use the bed.  Get on all fours.”

He does.  That famous ass is right in front of me.  I dig in.  Fuck.  I stop stroking my dick and concentrate on giving him the pleasure he just gave me.  I poke and prod and drill my tongue into him.  He seems to love what I’m doing.  I stand and slap my dick against his sopping wet pucker.  His breathing changes.  I swipe some precum onto his hole.  I tell him what I just did, kneel and tongue it into him.  This elicits a groan.  I do it again…but this time I stick the head of my cock fully into him.  I tongue him a littler more, tasting my juices in his ass.

Only now do I stand up and fuck him.  He is an active fuck—he pushes back on me, impaling himself on my rigid cock.  He goes flat to the bed, I stay in him and fuck him some more, then twist him to his side and keep going.  Touching his back and chest – the muscles are incredibly hard.  I don’t play with many guys who hit the gym so regularly.  I love it—and am slightly intimidated.

I lean down and kiss him again.  We roll a little until his head is over the edge.  I take the hint.  I face fuck him.  Slowly at first.  Increasing the speed.  My balls slapping that handsome face.  Blue takes me, seemingly having no gag reflex.

We pause.  Sling time.  His feet are in the stirrups with little help from me.  I eat his hole some more.  I love how it’s opened up with the pummeling I’ve given it.  So I pummel it some more.  I ask if he’s ok with a little piss on his crack.  I assure him I am anything but a pnp-er.  My bladder now has wonderfully clear piss from the Demo.  I hose down his crack and then lick him clean.  I lean over to kiss him as my cock goes back into his butt.

*

I take my turn under the rimseat.  I think he used some poppers as I ate out his fucked out/pissed on hole.  Again, I had to stop jerking.  There was no way I was going to let myself shoot yet.  Without any prompting from me, Blue stands up and sits on my dick.   He rides me and knows instinctively to bring his freshly fucked hole back to my tongue.

Fuck!  It’s great.  My cock is now totally dripping.

We get up.  I drink some water to cleanse my palette.  I pull the long padded hotel bench in front of the full length mirror.  I want to see me fucking him.  And, frankly, I want him to see this daddy use his ass.

He goes chest to bench, head up.  He watches me push into his wet, wet hole.  Soon his eyes glaze in the best possible way as my cock must be working a number on his prostate. 

We go back to the comfort of the sling.  We fuck.  I tell him I have more piss.  A lot.  I piss fuck him.  I stand still and let my bladder empty into his incredibly handsome man.  I quiver and shake…wondering if I will blow my load too, but I don’t.

He knows what I want.  I get out of his ass carefully.  I get under the rimseat.  He sits.

“Ready, Pig?”  His professional Dom side comes out in force.  He unleashes every drop down my throat, telling me to swallow it down.  He is able to stop it, let me swallow and push more out.  Amazing.  My tongue prods him, desperate to see if there is any piss I missed.

“I want to get off eating your ass,” he says.

“Should I breed you before or after?”

We go for my nut.  I fuck him hard and fast in the sling.  I hope the neighbors are busy fucking as the sling frame gives off a terrific, rhythmic squeaking.

I’m suddenly there.   I blast inside him.  Again and again.

“You want to eat it out?”  I’d told him when we were arranging this meet that, yes, I wanted to do that…but now I really want him to keep my cum inside him.

“Let’s get you off.”  I tell him.

Blue goes under the seat.  I sit.  This man I’ve jerked off to for years is now under me, jerking like a wild man as he eats my hole.  He blasts a long distance load—one that spatters my only slightly deflating cock.

*

He showers.

I mention the blog and if he’s ok with me using his name.

I guess you can figure out his answer…

 CLAW 3.2:  Blue first appeared on April 29, 2019

The Horse Market at CLAW

 Cleveland—April, 2023

It was time for CLAW—Cleveland’s Leather Weekend.  But this year, I knew I wouldn’t be there for long.  With the contract I was working on (and a command to show up to the family Easter dinner) I had limited time away.  I chose to do the Horse Market, stay the night and perhaps play a little in the afternoon on Saturday before coming home.  Well, in the end the Horse Market satiated me completely. 

If you have not heard of the Market, here is some background, from last year’s post: “The Horse Market is a sex party that started in Berlin and has spread to a number of European cities—and finally there is one in San Francisco which also hosts events around the USA.   There are very specific rules.  Men can sign up for the party as a Stallion (top) or a Mare (bottom).  No one can switch mid-party.  The Mares are naked and hooded so every dick they take is anonymous.  There are red hoods for bareback and white hoods for condom only.”

We were in the same space (a straight bondage club.)  I had written the organizer and volunteered my sling and fuck bench.  I got there early to see if he needed them.  He didn’t.  Other men had brought slings and the space was crowded.  At the appointed time the Stallions went in one door and Mares into another so we couldn’t see each other.  I checked in and was given my bottle of lube that had a convenient cord to hang around my neck.  I stripped and geared up in boots, chaps, harness and the jock I am grunging up for my Canadian friend.  I checked my bag and then had my registration number Magic Markered onto my shoulder.  We hung out in the play space—a series of tables for Mares to kneel on; stands to lean on; fuck benches and five or six slings.

The Stallions chatted and joked together.  I met two men I knew from Chicago.  I filled up my water bottle.  As the fucking hour approached, the organizer went through the rules.  He reminded us to touch the ass we were about to fuck so the Mare knew someone was there; to take out any cock jewelry or at least tell the bottom you had some; to notify the handlers if you saw a Mare in distress; no sex acts between Stallions.  And that this evening, all the mares were wearing red hoods—everyone wanted it bare.

We were asked to go into a cramped room where all the usual BDSM equipment had been stored.  We just fit.  It looked to me like there about 35 of us.  Out in the main room, we heard the shuffle of feet as the handlers helped the hooded mares into place.  We laughed together—nerves were showing.  Some of the men began rubbing their dicks to life. 

The doors opened and we flooded back into the playspace…

 

Naked, hooded men are everywhere.  I walk past a row of slings to the communal padded table, where eight men are all kneeling, two to a side.  I find a full, hairy ass.  I touch the man’s butt as I kneel.  I tongue his ass crack making him moan.  Other Stallions around me are fingering lube into the hole of their first fuck.  I grease myself as I eat him out.  His hole has loosened under my tonguing.  I stand and slide into him.  He grunts and tells me how good I feel in his hairy chute.

“Fuck him with that big dick,” says the top next to me.  “You’re sure gonna ruin some holes tonight.”

I turn and grin at him.  It’s nice to actually see someone’s face.  We fuck our Mares, unconsciously matching the speed of the stroke with the other.

“You should try mine.  Let’s switch.”  He pulls out—so do I.  I plunge into my second ass of the night, maybe six minutes into the event.  The top next to me fucks like a jack rabbit.  Is he really so close already?  He pulls out and takes a break.

I eat the new hole and fuck it a little more…

*

I fuck all eight men at the table before I head over toward the row of slings.  Before I reach them, I notice a well-built man in his 30’s is leaning on a table top—his feet on the ground, his back arched showing off a truly sculpted butt.  I have been watching him as I have fucked the first eight.  No one has touched him yet.  I go over to him.  I touch him with my hand and sink to my knees.  My tongue pries apart his full butt cheeks.

“Fuck, get we wet and ready…”

I lick and slurp his moderately hairy hole. 

I stand and fuck him.  He bucks back—making me fuck him harder. 

I fuck and fuck.  Finally, I pull out and smack my cock on his upturned butt.

“Use me anytime,” he pants, reaching back and giving my wet cock a friendly tug…

*

And so it goes. 

I sample the proffered butt with my tongue and fuck.

I watch other tops to see who seems to be really enjoying a certain mare.  I head there next, reveling in licking the just fucked ass.  Most mares usually have someone in them as the numbers are fairly equal.  But soon there are Stallions who sit on the sidelines after a couple of fucks and just watch the rest of us work over the entire room.

I find a diminutive Asian in a sling.  He’s been busy.  We are about an hour into the event.  His hole is the wettest my tongue has found all night.  It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he was loaded at least once.  His small frame is muscled and sleek.  He groans as I eat his butt—and he is soon pleading with me to fuck him.  I do—and now he pleads with me to breed him.  He has excellent control—tightening his hole at will, truly milking my cock.  A Black man comes to watch me fuck.  We nod to each other.  He reminds me of Keshawn, same age and build—and with a similar massive cock.

“You should fuck this guy,” I tell him.

“Oh, I have.  You’re fucking in my load.”

I grin.  And pull out, kneel, and lick out some of the guy’s now frothy spunk.  I fuck some more, and then he spells me.  The Asian finally asks for a moment—it’s too much of a good thing.

“You should open some holes for me,” says the top.

I agree and we go off and work in tandem for the next 20 minutes or so.  A Latin, in another sling, groans at my size and can’t believe the upgrade when we switch.  We do the same with a very hairy bear on a bench.  And I take him to the hot man leaning on the table.  The mares all love our pairing.

A young man of color is on a fuck bench.  I eat him out, but my new pal goes up him first.  It’s too much for his hole.  The young man taps out, leaving with a handler.  I sigh—and the two of us go our separate ways…

*

I hear the Asian take a load as I fuck near-by.  I go back to him and eat some of the load.  I ask if he wants to taste the man’s cum.  He does.  I get some in my mouth and slowly drool it into his.  I make a mental note that I wouldn’t mind loading this one later in the evening.  For now, I’m happy to churn the cum he’s already gotten…

*

Another sling, another man getting a load.  He is white cub—very hairy and another of those men who really knows how to use his ass.  I arrive to his side as the top is still marinating in the load he’s just shot.  My wet cock slaps the cub on the cheek.  He blindly turns and licks at my cock.  “Fuck me with that thing,” he says, after cleaning my cock head.

The guy in his asscunt moves away.  I kneel and get another mouthful of cum.  I stand and feed it to the cub.  He groans his approval.  I slide in and churn.  His ass is great—even without the load.  Another man who can really use it well.  I tick off another candidate for my load later in the session…

*

I just keep fucking—introducing my cock into new holes—and telling repeats that I’m back for more of their ass.

I have now fucked just about every ass on offer in the room.  I know at least two mares have gone home before I get to them. 

I am ready to load.

I check—the Asian, who I’ve heard take one more load, is gone.  I look for the Cub.  He’s not in the sling and he hasn’t moved to a bench.  Well, damn.

I find the man bent over on the table.  He’d be perfect.  We fuck for a long time.  I lick his hole, hoping that will send me over the edge.  But I’m trying too hard.  I thank him and wander.

There is a man I have fucked repeatedly.  A big hairy bear on all fours.  He’s been very busy.  I watch him get used by two men back to back.  I jerk a little as they fuck him.  I’m up him next.  He’s super wet.  So wet, I have to pull out and eat his hole for the fourth or fifth time tonight.

“So, you’re back,” he grunts.  (I am one of just two men who bothered to rim this buffet of ass tonight.)

I spit into him some of his juices and plunge in.  In moments, I feel the build.  My balls tighten and I shoot.  I know he can tell I’m shooting; my cock head feels supersized with the orgasm.  I stay there a bit and finally pull out.  I clean up his hole with my tongue and go sit to the side and watch some other stragglers get off.

I realize I’m near a bench where a guy had asked to clean my cock after his fuck.  He’s 40-ish and hairy, in only a red jock.  I tell him I just shot my load, does he want to clean my cock?  His red hooded head nods yes.  I let him clean me up.  I’m not going down.  I am actually still damn hard.  He cleans all my jizz off me, along with the ass jizz of countless men.

“Stick it up my ass, man, please…”

I do—We fuck a moment—and I shoot a second load—not much in volume, but enough to make me shake and hold onto the man under me until my body returns to normal…

CLAW Horse Market SF

 I am working on my post about CLAW's Horse Market--and life keeps getting in the way.  Here is a pic from one held in Berlin--until I can get back to the keyboard!

CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All 2--Fucking to Shoot

 Cleveland—April, 2022

(The night in the dungeon wing of the bathhouse continues.  Part One)

There are now two asses, side by side, in the glory hole wall.  I fuck each of them—not for as long as I would like, as the holes are low in the wall for my long legs.  I do awkward knees bends as I rail each man.  But from the groans on the other side of the partition, they love getting fucked by an anonymous big cock.

I find my friend Bob hanging around the sling we didn’t use before.  He hops into it, with very little encouragement.  His hole is wetter now.  I don’t ask if he has a load, but just enjoy it.  A late 30-ish young man watches and strokes.  I offer him a chance to fuck Bob.

“I’d rather get fucked.”

“You need to feel this cock,” Bob tells him as he willingly gets out of the sling.  We both get the young man into the stirrups.  I eat his fresh, unfucked hole.  Bob leans down and sucks the guy’s cock.  I get his ass as wet as I can make it, squeezing out extra lube on my dick as I do it.  I stand and poke into his spit wet pucker.  He groans, does a popper hit and I slide home.  Bob bends to suck him again.  It’s fun to see his handsome face filled with dick while I fuck.  The young guy is moaning—and telling me how good it all feels.  It can’t last.  We make the kid blow a load that seems to go on forever.  Bob swallows and swallows.  With a gesture, he offers to snowball to it to the young man, but that is too kinky.  Instead the kid lays there, eyes on us, as Bob shares it, in a deep kiss, with me…

*

I do a tour.  I find Cowboy Boots on a regular wooden bench in the old play area.  I slide into him.  Easily.  It’s a loud fuck as the joints of the bench squeak as I rock into him.  His ass is super wet and makes a delicious squelching sound.  It’s loud enough to draw a crowd of four or five.  But no one wants to take over from me.

As he gets up, Cowboy Boots asks “Do you have my number?”

I nod.

“Text me about IML—I have a question for you.” 

We leave it there as we both go off for our next man…

*

I go back to the new wing.  On the padded bench that swings, the cute Blond is getting railed by his Daddy.  I watch over to the side.  They have both seen me arrive.  The kid grins and Daddy nods at me.  Daddy pulls out.  I wait to be asked.  Instead Blond Boy gets off the bench, and with a grin to his Daddy, grabs my hand.  He pulls me to the platform behind the swing.  It is a performance space for the porn stars later tonight.  Nothing is on it but a long, flat padded bench.  The kid tells me to lie down.  I do.  His Daddy, who is sitting on the swing, is watching us intently.   Blond Boy crawls between my splayed legs.  He begins to hungrily suck my cock.  He’s good—I hadn’t had this hole before.  He has been well trained.  Or he’s a natural.

He leaves my cock very wet.  “Fuck me,” he murmurs.  He squirms around so his ass is pointed to the back wall.  I want Daddy to see more of the fuck.  I tell him to turn 90 degrees.  I spit on his hole and my cock slides all the way in with one stroke.  Blond Boy is very wet now.  I fuck him hard.  Daddy strokes openly to me using his boy.  Other men stop and watch, too.

“Can I ride you?” the kid asks, breathlessly as I pump into him.

I nod.  I pull out and sit on the downstage edge of the bench.  He stands in front of me and, with his feet still on the platform, sits on my cock.  With ease now—my dick fits his hole perfectly.  He bounces and strokes his dick for the men standing below.  When his legs tire, he stands up and cleans my dick of his ass juice with a loud slurping sound.

“I want to eat your butt.”  I lie down.  “Sit on my face for a bit—and then, whenever you want, ride my cock.” 

His eyes light up.  “Yes, SIR.”

He sits.  We are profile to the audience—so they can see my raging dick and the boy squirming on my tongue as I eat him out.  He is so open now—every tonguing goes really deep.  His ass jizz is copious and oozes out and into my mouth.

He pulls his ass off my face, scuttles down the length of me and then sits on my cock.  He is facing away from me.  I have a terrific view of my cock going into his perfectly round ass.  I turn to look at Daddy.  He sees me look and gives me a thumbs-up sign. 

“Ride him hard, boy.”

The kid pumps onto me even harder.

He stops and gets off me.  He steps up onto the bench—and is astride my stomach.  He slowly sits, grabbing my cock and guiding it into his ass.  He rides me.  I can’t see my dick in him anymore, but I can see his handsome face contort with the effort of the fuck.  He is jerking his cock as he rides me.

“I’m gonna shoot,” he announces to the room.

And he does.  It’s not a big load.  But it totally wipes him out.  He spasms and writhes as the few drops splatter my chest.  I wonder how many loads he must have shot this weekend?—or even tonight?  I deliberately mop up his cum droplets with my left hand and lick my fingers clean.  His jizz is incredibly sweet. 

He leans down and gives me a peck.  Fully recovered, he jumps off me and then the platform and, arm in arm with Daddy, he goes home to bed…

*

The pornsters are now performing on our bench.  I don’t recognize any of them—and they seem really young. 

I find the elfin man on the steps behind the dark room.  He is getting fucked by a very dark skinned man.  I watch at a distance while he is railed—and then how he nicely cleans the dick that fucked him.  I move in.  “Want some more?”

He just turns and I slide into the ass the man just left.  He feels very warm.  A load?  I just fuck—and let him clean me off, too.   We chat a little about his CLAW experience.  I’m beginning to think I was stupid in not loading Blond Boy.  It’s getting late.

The porn guys take a break.  I move back towards the platform.  A familiar looking man, late 30’s and a furry dark blond chest is rocking his leather.  His partner, very Italianate, tatted and slightly older is obviously looking for cock.  I place the leather guy as a contestant in the Great Lakes leather scene.  I move closer—and he goes down on me.  A Black kid slides into the ass of the tattooed Italian.  When my cocksucker comes up for air he tells me, his friend is a retired porn star.  He tells me his porn name.  I recognize it. (I don’t use it here as I didn’t have a chance to ask his permission.)  I nod and force his head back down on my cock.

“Get it good and wet, I want to be the next one up your friend’s ass.”  I start taking charge in his mouth.  I watch the Black kid fuck—or try to fuck—he’s having erection issues.  He begins to rim Tatted Italian and that does the trick—he is hard in no time.  Someone else is sucking on my cock sucker’s cock.  We are a nice mass of five intertwined bodies on the corner of the stage.

The Black kid finally pulls out.  He doesn’t want to cum.  My cocksucker shows my cock to his bud.  Tatted Italian crawls over to suck me.  He is hungry enough—but you know he wants it more in his ass.  Without any prompt from me, he swivels around, taking the Leather Guy into his mouth and presenting his ass to me.  I rim briefly—but am so ready to fuck.  I slide in.  I am greeted by a ripple of deep muscle ass.  Yup, this is the butt I’ll breed.  I begin pumping into him.  The two friends pass poppers back and forth

I am there.  No, not quite.  I fuck some more, pull out and taste his hole.  Perfect.  I push into him again and shoot rope after rope of cum into his hot ass…

CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All

 Cleveland—April, 2022

I stayed in most of the next day after my night at the Horse Market.  I treated myself to a nice meal that evening, then went back to the hotel and wrote a little.  I was returning to the bathhouse that night.  I was meeting a specific man there.  We had chatted for a long time and always missed each other at various leather weekends—and we lived too far away for a session on either of our home turfs.  But he had a hotel-like room at the baths—and I agreed we should finally meet.  We had talked about keeping the door open to include others as we saw fit.  And playing in public slings to get his hole sloppy with other men.  He wanted some fisting time, but was also excited about taking other tops and being a whore for me. 

I got to the establishment thirty minutes before the appointed time.  Just as I was coming out of the locker room, I met a friend.  I had first met Bob right here at the baths, many a CLAW ago.  He had become a roommate for an IML or two—and then we did that drift apart thing that is so easy to do in this life.  We hugged, caught up, and I promised to find him after my fist date.

The bathhouse was alive already at 9:30; it would be wild in another hour or two.  I found the room of my fisting date.  We played— though there was little connection.  He didn’t want to open the door.  I asked about moving to the sling in a public spot.  Well, he didn’t want his friends to see what he liked to do.  So I stayed for 30 minutes, working my dick, hand and a plethora of his toys into him.  (Three toys at once, at one point.)  And then I left.  It was not the night to shut out the other men of CLAW….

 

I find Bob in the new play area.  It is being nicely used tonight.  We grab a sling and I get my tongue reacquainted with his fairly furry ass.  Another man works his nipples as I lick him out.  I stand up and slide into him.  Bob squeezes continually, giving me a good fuck.  I love the look on his handsome face—he is telling me just how much he likes the fuck.  So different from the Horse Market.

We take a breather—and go in separate directions.  I head towards the wall where there is an ass in one of the two big glory holes.    I can’t tell much else about the man, other than the butt is full, with a hairy crack.

“Excuse me…” says a voice behind me. 

I turn.  It’s a very young twink in a towel—likely not here for CLAW but just a good night at the tubs.

“There’s a number on your back.  Can I ask why?”

Damn.  I had scrubbed the one off my shoulder, but I couldn’t reach the middle of back to get the big one.  I tell him it is from the Horse Market.

“What’s that?”

I describe the event to him, hoods and all.  All that anonymous bareback hole and cock.  I love watching his face go from wonder to lust to, well, horror.

“And you did that?”

I nod. 

He thanks me, tightens his towel around his thin waist and moves quickly for the door…

I continue to the ass framed in the glory hole.  I kneel and the first time he knows someone is there is when my tongue flicks against his wet pucker.  He has had cock tonight—but not in the wall.  I stand up and give him a hard fucking.  I have no idea his age or looks.  Just Caucasian, likely around 40—with some good anal skills….

*

I take a tour of the building and get some head in the video room.  I go back into the new equipment area.  A fit Daddy is fucking a young, lithe blond boy in the sling.  I watch over to the side with a few others. 

The Daddy sees me first:   “You have a nice cock.”

“So do you.”  At least from what I can tell as he fucks into his boy.  It looks very girthy. 

“Hey, boy, do you want this man in chaps to fuck you?”

The boy has been staring at my dick since the Daddy spoke to me.

“Do you want me to take him?” he asks, wide eyed and looking up at the handsome, hairy man rutting into his hairless ass.

“You know I do.  I told you I’d find you a cock if you were good tonight.”

“Ok, but he’s got a lot of dick…”

The Daddy pulls out.  He takes his beer can cock to the boy’s mouth.  I kneel and eat out the young man’s super wet hole.  It makes me moan into his ass.  The Daddy seems pleased I am taking the time to eat the ass before I fuck it.

I stand up and slap my dick on the boy’s ball sack.  Both the boy and the Daddy watch me drool some spit on my dick.  My aim is good—it lands with a nice splat on my cock head.  I fuck it into the kid. 

He groans. 

Daddy says: “Make me proud.  Take him.”

I start slow and build.  Daddy jerks now, wanting to watch me fuck.  The kid’s head keeps turning from watching me to watching his daddy. 

“Take a turn.  I want to see you fuck some more,” I tell Daddy.  He gladly complies.  “Just let me clean your dick when you pull out.”

He grins, fucks the kid hard and then lets me clean him.  Then he does it to me after my next fuck.

“Can he breed me, Daddy?”

“Ask him.”

“I won’t shoot for a long time yet.  But find me later, and we can try…”

We fuck a little more, back and forth, but the boy needs a break.  They go off, Daddy’s arm around the shoulder’s of the blond young man…

*

At the other sling in the play area, I find a rather elfin man sitting on a chair next to it.  He smiles at me, my dick still hard and swinging as I walk towards him. It is still wet from the blond boy.   This bronzed man, slips to his knees and tastes the ass juices on my cock.  He sighs and redoubles his efforts to clean my dick.

“I watched you fuck that blondie.  Would you do me?”

“Sure.” 

He smiles again.  It’s a great one—the cliché of ‘lights up the room’ flashes through my mind.  He gets in the sling.  I kneel and eat him out.  He strokes a fairly big dick, with a wet foreskin.  My mouth goes over that, too, before it takes some of his pre-cum to his hole.

I stand up and fuck.   The man is vocal.  In a good , encouraging way.  Sometimes it’s words.  Sometimes it’s just sounds of joy.  And it rings true…it’s not bad porn noise.  He strokes his cock.  I think he may shoot at any time.  I slow down, pull out and eat his hole again.  It is extra wet now.  He groans out “Let me taste it…”

I stand up and drool some into his wide open mouth.  He swallows hungrily, as I begin to fuck once again…

“Damn…you have just made my CLAW.”   

This only makes me fuck him harder.

(More to come—including the return of the Blond Boy and his Daddy.)

CLAW: My First Horse Market

 Cleveland—April, 2022

I didn’t try for any sex during the day after my Thursday night at the baths.  I wanted to save every drop of semen for my play on Friday evening.  I was going to my first Horse Market.  

In case you have been living under some sort of non-sexual rock, the Horse Market is a sex party that started in Berlin and has spread to a number of European cities—and finally there is one in San Francisco which also hosts events around the USA.   There are very specific rules.  Men can sign up for the party as a Stallion (top) or a Mare (bottom).  No one can switch mid-party.  The Mares are naked and hooded so every dick they take is anonymous.  There are red hoods for bareback and white hoods for condom only. 

The arrival time was 6:00pm.  The Stallions and Mares went in different doors to preserve the anonymity.  As a Stallion I was given a number (217) and a bottle of lube that had a cord to hang around my neck.  (Thank you PigLoad, a sponsor!)  We were led through the playspace to a room where we stripped to whatever we wanted to wear and then check our clothes.  I chose my chaps, a mostly clean jock, harness and boots.  (After all, it was a leather weekend!)  My number was Magic Markered onto my right shoulder and in huge numerals on my back.

The Stallions were allowed back into the playspace to look at the various stations for play.  (The club we were in is a straight BDSM club normally.  CLAW rents it for the weekend.)  There were slings, benches, padded tables, mattresses on the floor and waist height stands to lean against.  We figured out that there were 50 to 60 of us—and there would be the corresponding number of Mares.  There were also stable hands who were there to help out the hooded mares.  The party goes until the last load is shot—usually around 3 hours.  Mares need breaks and the handlers guide the hooded men to a secluded rest area.  They can also lead them from one piece of play equipment to another.

One thing I love about Horse Market SF, that is different from the European model, is that there is no screening for body type.  They allow men of all shapes, races, sizes and ages to play.  Thank you!

Just before 7pm, the Stallions were herded back into the dressing room.  The Mares were being led to place and hooded.  The tension amongst the Stallions was electric.  Suddenly the door was opened and we flooded back into the playspace…

 

There are men everywhere.  Most are ass up.  A buffet of butt cheeks.  Instantly I realize that many of the things that draw me to a certain man are not on display:  a man’s eyes, a terrific beard, a slightly crooked smile…Now it is all about the butt.  Some Stallions make a beeline for the youngest.  Some for the plumpest bubble bear butt.  I go for the hairiest on a table where eight men ring it, two to a side—all ass up.  We’ve been instructed to touch the Mare by hand first.  My hand caresses the hairy cheeks.  I kneel and begin to rim him.  I seem to be the only man in the room who uses his tongue.  My mare groans and thanks me.  I rear up and slide into his hole.

“Fuck that’s big for the first one,” he grunts out.  But he takes me.  Opening with each stroke into his fur ringed hole.  Over and over.

All eight Mares at our table now have a Stallion fucking them.  The sound of the whole room is amazing as men grunt and groan.  I love making eye contact with the other tops.  One smirks and indicates I should try the hole he is currently fucking.  I lick the hairy ass I’ve just fucked one more time before I switch with that other Stallion.  This induces the other tops to move around, too.  All eight of us are suddenly in our second hole of the event.  This new man, lithe and thin, is also very good at squeezing down on cock.  We fuck hard.  We fuck fast or slow—every Stallion to his own time. The only constant is our constant switching to a new hole…

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One of the Mares, a young ‘un is now howling out his pleasure each time a dick really starts to rail him.  This draws the attention of the Stallions at our end of the room.  They leave the hole they are fucking and line up to fuck this guy—hoping they can make him squeal.  I happily fuck the holes they leave unattended.

I have fucked all body types now.  There is only one white hood in the entire room.  I have seen only one man play with him so far.  I take a Magnum from my boot and suit up.  I let him feel the condom on me before I push in.  He really gasps as I enter and comments on how full he feels.  I fuck him for quite awhile as I know a lot of men won’t be using him.  The latex, after all the raw fucking, certainly dilutes the pleasure—but I want him to have a good time, too.

Only then do I go and fuck the howler…

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I fuck one man on the mattresses and realize it is just too low for my knees.  I am in some sort of odd squat as I do it.  It’s my shortest fuck.  I fuck the big full ass of a man who is leaning on a set of stocks.   Then on to others bracing themselves against various pieces of BDSM equipment.  Each hole willing and now all very wet…

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The Stable Hands are being kept busy now.  Mares need breaks.  Others need to get off their knees and onto their backs.  I find the hairy man—I started with again.  He is on his back—his chest as furry as his ass.  I fuck him again.  I tell him I was the first dick in him.  He works hard to justify my return to his butt, but it’s far too early for me to nut.

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The crowd has started to thin.  The air is constantly full of the sound of men climaxing.  I find another hairy guy in the main sling.  I stand next to him and watch two men back to back load him.  The stud in the sling is panting and calling himself a dirty slut.  I kneel between his splayed, stirruped legs.  My tongue digs into him.  I taste the mix of loads. 

“How many?”  I ask.

“Six, Sir…”  I slide in.  “Fuck!”

I churn the loads and make them froth.  Two guys stand on either side and watch me work.  I pull out and make the pig clean my cock.  Then I clean up his hole and spit the juices into his mouth.

“I need to come,” says one of the watchers.  I move and he fires his load almost instantly into the cummy ass.  I churn it deeper, saying so to the pig.

I go fuck someone else, before coming back to the hairy sling pig.  “How many now, boy?”

“Nine, Sir.”

I tongue his ass and this time drool the cum into his mouth.  I forget he’s blindfolded and have to touch his chin so he’ll open wide.  He moans as the cum drips into his mouth.

“I’m gonna make it ten,” I tell him.

I go down and eat him once more.  I can feel the hours of fucking churning through my balls.  I rise up and slide into the deliciously sloppy hole.  I fuck him hard.  And I’m there.  I fire into him the pent up juices of the mass fucking.  He takes it with a victory cry and I collapse on his hairy chest.

The Mare in the sling has to have taken the most loads.  He is led away, cum dripping down his legs.  The room is almost clear.  There are maybe a half a dozen stallions still fucking.  I notice a man leaning against a waist high stand.  The arch of the butt and all the now matted hair tells me it is the man with who I started.  I walk over to him and stroke his ass.  I kneel and he feels my tongue in him yet again.

“Can you taste my loads?” 

I grunt an affirmative.  My tongue snakes deeper.  And damn, my cock wants to fuck again.  I stand up and slide into him.  I fuck in his slippery ass.  One stroke, four strokes. Eight.  And I shoot again.  I can’t believe it.  But a lovely way to round out my first Horse Market…

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A link to Horse Market SF:  Here

A link to Pig Load:  Here