CLAW Day Two: Afternoon Double Fuck

Cleveland—April, 2015

My roommate, Roger, wasn’t due in until dinner time on Friday.  I had a lazy morning of breakfasting at the hotel and getting the room set up with the sling, etc.  I took some items to the main hotel to be sold in the silent auction to help the CLAW charities. I ate lunch, I wrote up the post about the Cum Dump from the night before…and that made me horned.  I was ready for more.

There were three men who had talked to be before I arrived: 

A Puerto Rican Cub

The lithe Black man I had helped gangbang last year

A man who had the most beautiful tribal tattoos I’d ever seen.

All had given me phone numbers to text them.

I started at the top of the list.

The Cub was ready and willing.  His room was unavailable.  I volunteered to pick him up (avoiding the long shuttle bus times) and play in my sling.  As I was leaving the parking lot my phone went off.  Would I be ok with a three way?  Of course.  He gave me a room number. 

I continued to the host hotel.  It took forever to find parking but I was soon in the elevator and found the room.  It was literally across the corridor from where I was last night.

I knock. 

The young Black man who was at the cum dump party last night answers.  “He’s in here.  He just took a load.”

A tall, massive Black man is standing in the middle of the cluttered room, toweling his better than average dick dry.  “I shot a big old load up there.”  He gestures to the man on all fours on the bed.  

“Have fun.” 

The full tan ass looks just like his pictures.  As the massive man dresses, I get on my knees and begin licking the dripping butt.  The young Black clambers up on the bed and feeds his cock to the Puerto Rican.  PR is a text book Cub; he’s chunky but hot chunky.  Maybe 35, furry, tatted, and cock hungry.

The other top is slender, younger than the Cub, has a nice dick and, as I soon learn, into everything I love.

I give one last lick to his cummy hole and get naked.  The other top comes around and dives in.  He felches.  He obviously loves it every bit as much as I do.  When I am done stripping, I kneel beside him.  He gives me a long, lingering and cum soaked kiss.  Oh, fuck yes…

“I want to see you fuck him.” 

I stand and insert. 

The Cub grunts and reaches for the poppers.  I look down.  I can’t believe what I’m feeling.  The other top’s mouth is plastered under my cock, licking it with each stroke I take.  Fuck, it feels good.  The top soon stands up and kisses me with all the juices he’s collected.   He tastes even better.

I let him fuck.  I eat the top’s ass on the back stroke.  I share the acrid taste on my tongue with him.  It makes him fuck the Cub harder.

It becomes more and more about our mouths—with our dicks happening to be in a hot, wet ass. 

We clean each other’s cocks.  We lick sweaty pits.  We rim each other.  But always in conjunction with one cock or the other in the Cub’s hole.

“Let’s double fuck him.”  The top slaps the mattress, right by edge, indicating that’s where he wants me.  I lie on my back.  The cub gets a knee on either side of my chest and lowers himself down on my slick cock.  He bounces.  The top slows him down and pushes into the already filled hole.  With all the cum still in there, he slides right along the underside of my cock.

I lie still and let him do all the pumping.  And it works.  Most DP’s are clumsy and hot for about two seconds before one or the other cock pops out.  Not this one.  We are both rock hard.  The Cub is moaning about how he can’t believe how full he is.  And he is.  His ass is now so tight, I wonder if the two of us might shoot.  It is an incredible mind fuck moment for all three of us.

It finally has to end.  The top pulls out.  The Cub rolls off me.  The top sucks my dick of every drop of cum and ass juice.  He brings it all up to my mouth and kisses me.  I melt…

“Is that the time?”  The Cub looks at the bedside clock.  It’s an hour ahead.  “I have to volunteer at 5 o’clock.”

We nod and stick out cocks back in him.  I’m in his ass, with the Cub on his back.  I can stand and pile drive into him.  His hand jerks his own dick.  In moments, I am fucking the jizz out of him.  There is a spurt with every thrust of mine.  The other top leans down and catches most of it on his face.  I mop up what he’s not wearing, and smear it on my cock and fuck it into the Cub.

We finally let him shower.  The top and I make out.  We take turns sitting on each other’s faces.  Eventually I get him off in my mouth.

And he goes to clean up to do his volunteering stint for the weekend.

I dress.

On a whim, and because my balls are so heavy, I text the lithe Black man I gangbanged last year.

He would love to meet.  I do down one floor.

We kiss in the door.  “This has to be fast,” he tells me.  “Dinner plans.”

I eat his hole. 

I fuck and unload in plenty of time to keep him right on schedule.

Cumming Twice

Near Home—January, 2015

The three of us had to head home on New Year’s Day due to Ryan’s work schedule.  Marco stayed at my house until the end of the week.  We had two more fisting sessions before he left.  I thought it was interesting that these two always hungry pigs did not play that first night when we got back to my house.  We were still so sated from the party the night before.  The two times we did play were almost carbon copies of our session before we took off to Chicago, though I did not go quite as deep into his muscled hole.

Marco took off on Saturday morning.  I was ready for the bookstore that evening.  It turned out to be a very active Saturday night…

I am watching a mediocre movie on the gay side of the cinema.  The movie may not be keeping my attention, but the thirty-something cub who is sitting across from me certainly is.  He has his jeans open and is kneading his cock under his underwear.  He’s slightly stocky, with dark blond hair and a gingery beard.  He keeps looking at my cock.  I am showing it off.  I stroke slowly, occasionally taking my hand away and reaching for my water bottle on the floor.  But the cub makes no move to indicate he wants to do more than look at it.

The door opens.

A tall lanky guy in his 40’s enters.  He crosses directly to the Cub and sits in the chair on his right.  Instantly, the Cub is on his knees in front of the new arrival.  Dammit.  I’ve just lost.  I watch the Cub open the man’s pants and pull out an above average cock.  It disappears down the throat of the Cub.  I look at the screen.  And stroke.

“You want to fuck my boyfriend?”  It’s the lanky guy talking.  “He says you’re hung.”

I shrug and show him my cock. 

Lanky Guy stands and pulls the Cub to his feet.  “Get those jeans off and bend over.”  The Cub shucks off his pants and his underwear.  He stands in his stocking feet, his sweatshirt stopping just above the swell of his naked ass.  “Bend over for the man.”  Again the Cub complies.  He braces himself on the chair, his ass jutting towards me.  Lanky Guy waves me over and moves around to keep feeding the Cub his cock.

I kneel behind the Cub.  His ass is hairy and the crack a tangled forest.  I lick the length of his cleft before I zero in on his hole.  I leave his wet and ready.

“Just fuck him.”  Lanky guy sounds bored that I would want to revel in the rimming I am giving his boyfriend—and that the Cub is obviously enjoying.

I stand up and slap my cock against the furry ass—making sure Lanky Guy sees the length of it—and that I am going into his boyfriend raw.  I push into the wet hole.  The Cub grunts around the cock in his mouth.

“Take it,” says Lanky Guy.

I start a hard pounding, hard enough to push the Cub down on Lanky Guy’s cock.

“You like that, Boy?”  Lanky Guy rubs the bobbing head of the Cub.  “Daddy is being good to you, right?”  The Cub grunts his agreement.  Lanky Guy reaches across his boy’s back and swats his hairy ass.  Hard.  It makes the Cub constrict his ass.

And it makes me shoot. 

I can’t believe it—I’ve only been fucking for mere moments.  It’s not a gut wrenching orgasm, but I empty a lot of cum deep inside him. 

Lanky Guy looks pleased.  “I’ll be using that when we get home.  Thanks.”

They do themselves up and leave to go fuck in my load in the comfort of their home.

*****

I decide to stay.  I have rarely gotten off so fast, I mean in the first 10 minutes of being there?  I’m the guy that does four hours at the CLAW play parties.   I go to the straight side when there are no new arrivals.  It’s a nastier movie playing here and my cock surprises me; it hardens right back up.

I stroke for a bit.  All alone.  I hear sounds through the vent in the wall that separates the two cinemas.   I wait a moment then go over to investigate.  Two men are there.  I can’t see much about the one sitting quite close to the television screen—just a man wearing a knit cap.  Sitting in one of the two chairs against the back wall there is a broad chested blond.     He could be anywhere from 35 to 45.  He is sitting rather primly, hands folded in his lap.  He tries to stare at the screen.  But he can’t take his eyes off me.  I can see that flash of desire—that he now tries to cover by looking down at his well-manicured hands.

I can sit in the seat I was in before.  Or I can sit right next to him.  I choose the back wall…

I hear his intake of breath as I sit down.  Another as I unbutton my pants.  And one more as I pull my hard cock out. 

I look over at him.  Our eyes meet.  We hold it for longer than is comfortable for him. 

I break our gaze and look at the screen.  And jerk.

I look again.  He swiftly turns to look at the screen, but I know he was looking at my dick.

I ignore him.

Then I do it again.  A quick look and I catch him kneading his crotch as he looks at mine.  He looks away but he knows he’s busted.

Silence.

I reach over and grab his left wrist.  He turns back to me, looking as if I have applied an electric current to his arm.  I pull it to my crotch.  I make him cup my balls.  He pulls it back into his own lap.  I reach again.  His sweaty palm cradles my nuts.  He swallows hard.  I grab the lube bottle out of my shirt pocket and drip two drops onto my cock head.

“Now jerk it.”

I watch the inner turmoil on his rather handsome face. 

Silence.  

Then:  a whispered “Yes, Sir.”

I have to instruct him to slow down.  To include the head of my cock in the stroke.  To not hold me in a death grip.  But he takes direction well.

“Use that precum.”

His fingers obediently swipe over my piss slit and add it to the slick shaft.  It’s beginning to feel better.  But I want to play.

I stand up.  I look at the mix of terror and wonder in his eyes.  I bring my hard shaft towards his face.  I slap him across the cheek with it.  He gasps.  My cock leaves a slug like trail of precum on his five o’clock shadow.  And again.

“Now open your mouth.”

“I don’t…” but he gets no farther.  I push just the head into his mouth.   His tongue instinctively lashes up to lick it.  I pull it out.  “No…please…”

“You don’t want this dick?”  My voice is a low whisper.  “You wanted it the moment I walked in the door.”

“Please, don’t make me suck your cock.  Please.”

I stick it in again—looking for true resistance.  There is none.  His tongue is betraying his words.  He has sucked dick before—I’ll swear it.

I pull it out again and smear his face with the mixture of saliva and pre-cum.  If I needed proof, I can see the tent in his dress pants.  I now turn it into a true skull fuck.  I hold his ears and pump about half my length into him.  I pull out.

“Please stop...”  He is almost whimpering.  And he knows it’s egging me on.  A wet spot forms on his tented pants.

“I am going to cum all over your face,” I tell him.

“No…” 

I face fuck him again.

“Where do you want my load?”   My voice is still low, but commanding.

He cringes for a moment.

“Where?” I ask again.

“Blow in my mouth.”

I slap his face with my cock one last time and will myself to cum.  And I blow—at least three sizable blasts and then a dripping faucet that won’t turn off. 

I lean in and whisper in his ear.  “Good boy.”  He nods.  There is a trail of cum, from when I pulled out, trickling down his chin.  “Don’t let me see you spit that out.”  He shakes his head.  He opens his mouth wide to show me that he has swallowed it all.  I swipe my fingers across his chin, mopping up the cum.  He knows just what to do.  He suckles them clean.

The spot on his pants is now huge.  I’m pretty sure he blew his own load when I blew mine. 

I tuck myself into my jock.

He looks up at me.

Guilt and pleasure—all over his face.  It’s his turn to whisper—so soft I can hardly hear it.

“Thank you.”

Return of the Jock Thief

I returned home from the piss party, slightly bloated, pissing every 45 minutes--and very happy.  I had played for 4 hours, but had never gotten off.  I thought I’d be writing it up today, but I found I needed some time to process it--to distill all those hours of sex and all those men.  As luck would have it, I got a note on BBRT from Gary (who I wrote about in “Bike” )  as soon as I signed on in the afternoon.  He wanted to meet--and I needed to shoot a load.  He arrived slightly early, went straight to the playroom and began stripping off.  He was down to some designer underwear as  I entered the room.  The young cub immediately dug into my jock with his hands and my mouth with his tongue.  This boy was hungry…

I return the kiss.  Deep, long, wet.  He’s on his knees.  No jock worship this time.  He wants meat.  My cock springs up as if it had not had a marathon the day before.  He sucks happily.  He can take it deep twice in a row--but always gags on the third.  I pull him up, kiss him and sink to my knees.  With one pull, his underwear is on the floor.  He sighs as I take him easily to the root. After a moment, I stand and we head for the rimseat.  I’m under, and ready.  The seat is lowered.  He pauses as he straddles the stand.  I look up the well worked out thighs to his shapely, hairy ass.  Almost as if he knows the show he is putting on, he carefully lowers himself onto my face.  My eager tongue plunges in.  He groans.  I get lost in licking ass.  I have no idea how long I lick and suck and chew.

“I want to sit on your cock.”  We move to the bed.  I lie dead center. And he slowly lowers himself, his back towards me, onto my rigid cock.  He groans deeper.

It’s my turn to sigh.  “That looks so hot.“  And it does.  My thickness disappearing into a nicely tight hole.  He rides for a bit, then rolls onto his side.  I hold his left leg and slowly re-enter.  It’s my least favorite position, but he loves it since I can’t go as deep--at least this early.  I fuck, working his nipples and kissing the back of his neck. The playroom is heating up with the last heat of the sun and our exertion.  We are both delightfully sticky.

Soon it’s the sling.  I am on my knees with my face buried in his butt.  My bearded chin is working his hole as I lick his taint.  His ass is making lube on over drive--defending itself from my onslaught.  I dip down and sample.  I rise and slowly insert.  Soon I’m making the chains rattle.  He needs me to slow.  I do.  I fuck--barely moving.  Then stop, three quarters buried.  He bucks toward me in the sling.  He is fucking himself.  He jerks his body forward--shoving it towards my unmoving dick.  It sets the sling in sling in motion.  My cock gets harder at the unexpected.  I can feel it drool.  He has found the rhythm that keeps the momentum going. I stand stock still and feel him impale himself on me.

When it finally stops rocking, I bend to see if I can taste my pre-cum.  It’s too deep, but his hole is sweet.  I spend long minutes swabbing out his hot ass.  I grab my water bottle.  I take a swig, swallow and stick my cold tongue as deep as I can into him.  His vocal lets me know he loves the feel of it.  I take another swig.  This time I hold some water in my mouth.  I open his hole with my tongue and push the water into him.  He gasps and jacks his cock harder.  I rise and stick my cock into the slightly cooled channel. The temperature difference is great.  I fuck it back to it’s natural temperature.

My hand is covered in lube and precum.  I smear it across both nipples.  He loves that.  Gary’s nipples are his chief pleasure points.  His hands never rest, gently massaging them or just running his fingers across them, teasing them, lightly rubbing them.

“Do you have any piss?”

I pull out.  I am still pissing easily from the day before.  It takes a second for the plumbing to switch and then my hard cock spits a short blast on his cock and balls.

“That’s so hot.”

But I’m barely listening, I’m deep throating his cock  and drying his balls with my tongue.  My piss is still clear and sweet.  I send another short burst on to his ass crack.   My tongue follows.  My cock swells and I re-enter him.  A short blast in his guts.  Just enough to feel as I fuck.

“On my chest.  Piss on my nipples.”  I love that on this visit he’s asking for it.  Converts are hot.  I slow the fuck, withdraw my sticky cock and shoot a stream that starts at his naval and then arcs up to his nipples.  His hands flutter across his hairy chest, smearing it across himself.  I come around to the side of the sling and slurp noisily.  I have pissed the lube away from his nips.   I take my right hand away from my cock and smear some of the stickiness across his  right nipple.  His hand goes to it.   Then his left.  I massage this one.  Gary’s cock is  being jerked hard and fast.  I move around and re-enter him.  I reach back down for his nipple.  I’m afraid he may be shooting too soon.  My other hand tries to stop his frantic motion on his cock. It’s too late.  He shoots.  The first strand hits his clavicle.  Then another and another.  I slowly withdraw my cock--I know he can’t take it after he cums.  I dip to lick his cum off his cock but he’s too sensitive.  After no release on Saturday--I have to get off.  I smear some of his load across his nipples, then with most of it on my fingers, I swipe it across his ass.  I bury my face in it’s wetness.  It takes no time once I tell myself to shoot.  I rise, stroke and explode onto him.

Bike

Playroom--August, 2011

After a very busy summer, so busy I could barely play, this was one of my first encounters once I was free.  We hadn’t talked much on the phone, but he’d let enough drop to let me know he was eager to try some new things.

I let him in the front door. I’m still dressed in jeans and a rumpled shirt. He is looking fairly Abercrombie and Fitch. I swig from my water bottle and lead him up the steps. In the playroom I point out drawers where he can put all those nice clothes. He is looking good. Almost muscular, 5’9-ish, cubbish, maybe 38. I think about the time I bred him in Lansing--during a motel fourway. And then how we’d met again at another group and he was sitting on my cock--or trying to-- all night. We’ve never played one on one. My cock stirs in the Bike jock--an old fashioned one with the wide elastic band--and one I’d been wearing all day at his request.

I strip in my downstairs bedroom, giving him time to undress. I clomp up the steps, dressed in boots, the jock and a leather wrist band, . I look at him for a long moment--sitting on the bed--his eyes glued to the porn on the screen. He rises as I move into the room. A furry cub of a man. We kiss. His hand goes to my jock and begins to knead. He breaks off the kiss and kneels in front of him. He inhales deeply--eyes tightly closed. Tentatively, his tongue darts out. He begins to lick the cloth pouch. For me, this is a very clean jock. Rinsed early in the morning and just worn all day. The feel of his lips and tongue are beginning to distend the pouch obscenely as my cock hardens. With his teeth, he pulls the material back so he can get at my balls. Slowly he makes them wet. Then it’s back to the pouch. He chews on a piece of it. The jock is incredibly damp. I am doing nothing but standing and looking at us in the mirror over the bureau--nothing but drinking my water, making encouraging sounds and absently patting his head as he is lost in the smell and taste of my jock, my cock and balls. Finally, I ease my cock out to the side of the sopping pouch. He audibly sighs. I’m mostly hard, but not all the way yet. He takes me in his mouth. He’s good. Very good. He takes me to the root repeatedly. Only once does he choke for a moment. I am now hard and dripping.

I pull him up. We kiss again, but he has no real interest in it. I consider sucking his cock, but instead turn him around and get him on all fours at the edge of the bed. It’s a beefy, full, hairy ass. I kneel. My tongue finds his hole. I reach for the small bottle of lube I keep in the band of the jock. Never stopping the rimming, I lube up my cock. I rise up, swipe my cock head down his furry crack--leaving a trail of sticky mess. I kneel back down, stroking myself and eating his hole--and shoving in some of my precum. I rise and slap my cock on his upturned ass. I’m so hard it makes a louder sound than I anticipate.

“Fuck me. Come on, Fu--”

He never finishes the sentence for my cock is driving forward. To the hilt in one swift thrust. I pull almost all the way out and slam it in again. This sparks him to be very verbal. He starts a babble about being bred. As if I am even close… I fuck. And fuck. I change up the stroke repeatedly. I never want him to know what’s coming.

After a time I pull out and pull him up. We embrace. I try for a kiss--but he will have none of it. Ah, one of those. No chance after I rim--though he couldn‘t be cleaner. What a shame…

I get him over to the sling. I just bend him into it. He’s standing, holding onto the chains as his chest is cradled by the leather. I drop down to taste and feel how different his ass is now, after all that fucking. Puffy, open, self lubing. I jerk as I eat. Little else makes my cock harder. I rise. He braces for the onslaught of my cock in his hole. But he gets piss.

I piss hard--never losing my erection. Not much. Enough to make him gasp. Then moan. The piss forms a little pool in the small of his back and snakes down his ass crack. I kneel and slurp it up.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

I grunt and lick up more. I work his ass crack with my tongue until he starts to beg for my cock. I spit directly onto his hole, rise, and put just the head of my cock in him.

“Please.”

I lean forward and it begins inching into his gut. “Take it.”

He does--repeatedly--for endless minutes.

He’s flipped now. Lying in the sling, legs in stirrups and spread wide. I’m buried the deepest I‘ve been all night, leaning in and gnawing on his nipples. I pull out and slap my cock on his soft cock, his tightened balls. Without warning a stream of piss covers his cock. His eyes widen. Without missing a beat I shove it up his ass--still streaming piss.

“God--yes….that’s so hot.”

He’s right. It has taken the temperature of his butt through the roof. I begin to fuck the moment I stop pissing. I am pretty sure this will be the breeding moment. I try to keep it slow for a bit, but I just can’t. I pile drive into his ass. He can see it in my twisted face. He begins to vocally egg me on to cum.

“Breed me.”

My cockhead expands.

“C’mon.”

I can feel it surging out of my balls.

“Do it!”

His ass constricts. I shoot with a terrific grunt and collapse on to him.

When I can talk, I pull out carefully. A private Niagara of cum and piss falls to the tarp below the sling. As I reach for a towel on the dresser, I ask if he wants to get off . I hand it to him and see that he shot, never having gotten hard. I peel off the sopping jock and hang it on the sling stand. I towel him dry. I love that moment--the wipe down of all the areas I’ve just been abusing. I ask if he wants to shower.  No, he’d like to take it all home…

He is dressed and gone in no time. I go back upstairs. As I start to collect the towels, I notice the jock is no longer on the stand. I do a quick search--but I know where it is. I’m hoping that at some point tonight or tomorrow  it will be pressed to his face while stroking, as he relives each moment.