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 Day 4: Wrist Deep

Cleveland—April, 2019

(I needed to take a break from writing after the outpouring of posts I produced in Cleveland.  But there is one final meet that needed to be written up to finish off that trip.)

Sunday.  I was going to go home.  Three night of debauchery should be plenty.  But I realized by Friday, that I was having so much fun, I wanted to stay.  I checked with the hotel.  A couple of clicks on the computer and I was booked for the entire CLAW weekend.

I realized there was one thing I hadn’t done.  My fist had seen no action.  And I had been talking to a hot looking silver daddy on Asspig.  He was staying Sunday, too.  We agreed to a time. 

I wrote on Sunday morning.  And I finally made it to the vendor mart—buying nothing.  I ate early and was set and ready for him.  He was one floor above me in my hotel.  Not too surprisingly, he knocked right on time…

I open the door.  Jay smiles…he seems to like what he sees.  I know I do.  Maybe 5’9”.  Slim, but nicely muscled.  He’s a couple of years younger than I am.  Receding hairline, but the hair that is there is that wonderful iron grey I find particularly hot.  I am in nothing but my boots and the Fukd jock. 

We kiss.  Gingerly at first.  I’ve warned him I am coming down with a spring cold—from too many late nights and too many men.  He’s a great kisser, but I move pretty fast to his ear and dig into it with my tongue.

He strips down to a jock.  He kneels.  He alternates between tonguing and gnawing at the fabric of my jock.  Eventually he works my dick fully out.  He sighs, contentedly, as he hefts it, feeling the weight.  He takes me into his mouth.  Good head.  Better deep throat.  I pump his face lightly when I see that he can take me to the root.

I tell him to get up on the bed.  It’s my ubiquitous start:  all fours so I can tongue the hole with ease.  I warm him up a little working around his tight starfish.  But soon enough I am poking into him.  He melts.  His hole relaxes and I fuck him with my tongue.  My lips seal around his hole and I get lost in the taste and wetness of him.

He’s jerking a little.  I roll him over and am surprised at the sizable PA in his dick.

“I can take it out…”

Hell, no.  I take him into my mouth, easily folding the PA back against the head of his dick.  I like the feel of it on my tongue and the occasional light click it makes as it connects with a tooth.

I stop sucking his cock, roll him back a little and attack his ass again with my tongue.  This time I stand up and insert my dick.  It’s an easy fuck.  Just cock saying hello to his hole.  And his hole answering back with an occasional squeeze.

Sling time.  He’s eager to get there.  I eat his now freshly fucked hole.

I fuck him, running my hands all over his hairy chest and hard nipples.  We lock eyes.  A lot.  Jay is also eager to taste his hole on my tongue.  I lean across him and kiss him.  Hard now.  Demanding.

The moment the kiss breaks I fuck him as hard as I possibly can. 

When I stop, I grab the egg headed dildo.  I grease it up with the lube he’s brought.  It slides in, with only the slightest bit of resistance.  I work it slowly all the way into him—opening him up with a slight stretch.  I add my cock.  His eyes widen, but he takes me easily.  I fuck him hard this way, too.  I pull out and show him the thickness of my cock and toy combined.

I eat his hole.  Juicier now with all the action.  I share his ass juice with him in a deep kiss.

I fuck. 

I grease up my fingers and do a lateral stretch with three fingers from both hands.  He loves this—so I move right to the speculum.  He’s never had one in him before.

I crank it open slowly and play with his prostate.  I love watching his face each time a finger connects with it.  I give it one last crank and surprise him by adding my cock.  I say what I always do about how I love the feel of the cool metal sides and the hot flesh above and below.   But it’s true.  I love fucking this way.

His eyes glaze again.  I am taking him to that good place.

I grease up my hands.

My left goes in far more easily than I would have ever thought.  It’s not much more work to get my right in him.  I begin a hot fuck rhythm of left hand, right hand, cock.  Over and over.

I flirt with adding my cock with my hand in place—but I don’t go fully there.  Just a tease.  Saving something for another time.

I need to piss.  We havn’t talk about WS.  I go ahead…and just piss his ass crack.

“Fuck...”  Jay hisses.  “That feels great…”

He likes it even more when I lick it up. 

And still more when I kiss him.

“Living up to at least half your screen name.”

“You want the other?”

“Breed me and felch me.”

I fuck some more.

I fist some more.

We break on the rimseat.  It’s heaven to eat out his slick hole.  He’s mixed Crisco with mineral oil.  It slips down my throat like cum.

We’ve been at it almost two hours.

“I need to breed you.”

Back to the sling.

I fuck him.

“Do it.  Give it to me.”

I oblige and let fly my last load of CLAW.

CLAW Day 3.3: Return to the Nasty Kink Pig Party

Cleveland—April, 2019

After Blue, I wondered if I wanted to do anything that night.  My cock decided for me.  He was eager to plunder some more hole…so I listened to him…

The second Pit Party is the hour before the fuck party.  I get to the hotel a little early—so I go up a floor and check in on Cowboy Boots to see how his hole is faring.  He is lying in bed.  His roommate is asleep.  We chat.  He knows nothing about where I’m headed.  He decides to get dressed just enough to get down the stairs and join the fun.

I leave him to freshen and head down at 9 pm.  There is no real pit play this time, which is kind of a shame.  We just get to fucking.  I play with a larger Black guy.  He is brand new to CLAW and tells me has never been to a group this size before.  There are only 10 people in the room.  I give him some head and wonder what he will think when the room is so crowded you can barely turn around.   He sucks me, too…and then sees a trim white ass he wants to explore and off he goes.

In the middle of the room, the man who took all the piss in full leather, is topping an older muscle daddy.  I amble over and eventually get to eat the hole he’s just fucked.   I fuck him, too, with Mr. Full Leather working my nipples.

A Latino from last night, though I didn’t mention him in the first post, comes in.  He is as tall as I am.  He comes straight for me.  “You like loaded ass, yes?”

I tell him I love cum in a hole.

“Five,” he says, pulling me to the still vacant big bed.  He kneels on it.  He’s a good looking guy, maybe 35 at the most, with a lovely, hairless ass.  I kneel.  Yeah, I can taste them.  He gives a little push.  I don’t really get any more, but it is a nice thought.  I stand up and fuck in his creamy hole.  You can certainly feel them.  And hear them.  I am making that wonderful sloshing sound that is usually at the end of these gatherings, not at the beginning.  When I pull out of him, he twirls around and cleans my cock.  “So tasty…” he tells me.

Cowboy Boots finds us on the bed.  He gets on all fours…I may be up him first, but he is very busy all night.  The Latino goes off to find another dick and I get lost in Cowboy Boots and his excellent hole…

*****

The boyfriend of the full leather guy is working over the skinniest twink I have ever seen in the sling.  He invites me to fuck the boy.  I do, but it’s a terrible angle, with the sling even lower than usual.  We get the boy out, adjust the sling and get him back in.  That sounds easier than it was for the boy is hooded with restraints on ankles and wrists.  With the sling positioned properly, he now takes my cock much better.  He still howls, but his Master for the night is delighted.

I watch the Master move the boy around the room all evening, having him suck two men here, sit on a dick over there.  I find him next bent over the arm of the sofa.  The Master waves his hand over the boy in that gesture of ‘he’s all yours.’  I eat his ass.  He whimpers.  I stand up and enter.

“Fuck!” he squeals.

He is now taking my full cock.  There was an inch that couldn’t get into him when he was in the sling.  Master slaps his ass.  He tightens around my dick.  I fuck him hard, showing off a little since I am standing in front of the televised porn.  When I stop to catch my breath, I want him to clean my cock, but the zippered mouth opening on the mask is too small.

*****

The guy from Cum Union in Indy is back and finds me.  He always greets me by giving me a mini hand job.  My cock has been busy this weekend, so by the time he does it the third time that night, I tell him he needs to lighten his touch.  He understands—and for the rest of the party he swats me in the stomach with the back of his hand.  We share hole a few times.  I love watching how we use some random bubble butt—white cock, black cock, white cock, black cock.  I make sure to make use of his versatile side and give him a sling fuck, using his hole deep and fast—and then invite others to use him, too.

*****

The guy with the massive dreads is back, too.  I thank him again for the great rim job last night.  This time he spends a lot of time on his knees giving me superb head.  I return the favor as best I can for his cock is so thick.

“You know, I didn’t get to eat your hole last night.  May I?”

He grins in delight.  I slip back down to my knees.  His ass pushes me until I am trapped between the door frame to the bedroom and this black bubble butt covering my mouth and nose.   I eat and show off my rimming skills.  I must be doing alright—he is constantly telling me how good it feels.  He finally lets me up for air.  I know I must have done ok—he asks for my phone number…

*****

I see Dreads again when it’s time for me to get off and go home.

“I know just who needs your load,” he tells me.  He leads me around the room, looking.  We find him conveniently in the sling.  He is a younger, slim man I had fucked early in the night, with him just bent over in the middle of the living room.

This will be great.

The young man’s feet are not in the stirrups they are on the chains.  I eat his smooth ass.  His legs fly up to his chest, pushing his butt towards me.

“He’s bendy,” says Dreads.

He is.  He grabs his knees and grinds into my face.

I am so ready.  I stand up and fuck him.  I blow the load instantly. 

“Fuck, I felt that,” Bendy guy says. 

But the good news is I didn’t, particularly.  My balls just expelled it.  I kneel to eat my cum out of his butt.  I’m right,  my penis never goes down.  My cock is still rigid.  I get some cum in my mouth, stand and feed it to the boy.  My cock slides in as the cum slides into his mouth.

I fuck him hard. 

Harder than before. 

I pull out and bring my cock up to his mouth.  Dreads is there—having been feeding him his cock.  He bends to clean it along with Bendy Boy.

I go back and taste my frothed load.  I lean over and give it to the boy.

I slip in—and have a true orgasm.  Toes curling in my boots.

I stagger home—leaving Dreads felching my load out of the boy…

*****

I don’t think Cowboy Boots will mind me publishing what he wrote me the next morning:

‘Thanks for stopping by my room last night to inform me about the party one floor below.  Stayed till the end with well over 40 loads in my cunt.  I walked upstairs naked with cum dripping down my legs.  Great feeling.  “A great cum dump,” a couple of guys fucking me said, “Nice sloppy pussy.” ‘