Three Asses in the Dark

Lansing—October, 2013

 I fucked several men other than Brad at his farewell party which we held at the lounge/bookstore/backroom.  One of them found me online after that night.  He wanted to come to the playroom, but it was a very long distance for him to travel.  I suggested we meet back at the lounge and use the sling there.  Once he realized he might get even more cock, Edgar was fine with that idea.

I advertised on BBRT that we’d be there on Saturday night.  When I walked in around 10pm, there was not nearly as big of a crowd as the previous month—but enough guys were milling around, that it looked like it might be fun.  I was there a good hour before Edgar. I waited for him like a good pig—meaning that I waited not at all…

 

I walk through the video area, pass through the darkest play area and go to the cubicles where most of the guys seem to be congregating.  The black light makes for odd shadows and odder skin tones.  I peer into the first cubicle.  A footballer-type is getting blown by an older man.  The second cubicle is empty.  The third holds a man I know—a health care worker who rarely gets to play due to his awful hours at the hospital.  He’s my age, ex-navy and has a dick which is maybe slightly shorter than mine.  While I have may him in length, his girth (especially where it swells right in the middle) puts me to shame.  I have to take poppers to swallow him properly.  I smile at him, sink to my knees and take a hit.  He lets me take him all the way down.  In no time he is face fucking me.  I get his load in just a few minutes of concentrated sucking.

I stay hunkered down in the shadows.  A friend of his, who I know by sight, unzips.  He sticks his slightly above average cock into the remnants of cum still in my mouth.  The health care worker, still there, twists his friend’s nipples through his dress shirt.   I work his cock fast and hard.  Again, I’m rewarded rather quickly.

A young college age blond watches and opens his fly.  His cock is thick and bent—but bent downward for easy sucking.  He trades blow jobs with me, then asks politely if he can give me his load as he has to leave.  I let him know that is just fine with me.

(In my notes, I wrote I got a fourth load before Edgar arrived.  But there are no details of who he was or what he looked like.  I just know that when Edgar arrived—I was super horned and ready to fuck.)

Edgar and I hug.  He’s a full head shorter than I.  He’s eager to get fucking.  He strips down, tossing his clothes in a chair.  Thin and wiry, he hops up into the sling.  He rests his legs on the chains.  I kneel and begin to lick his rounded ass.  He opens up easily with the pressure of my tongue.  I tongue fuck him as he beats his cock.  I am stroking, too.  I spit one last time onto his hole, stand up and enter him.  He clamps down, stroking my cock with his talented hole.  His ass is hot, wet and hungry. 

The sound of my fucking brings a few guys over to watch.  Two of them seem to be a couple.  They hold onto each other, but soon their hands are all over the other.  I am plowing at top speed, my balls slapping onto Edgar’s ass cheeks.  He asks for a break.  I pull out and help him down.  The onlookers disperse.  The Bottom from the couple goes into the bathroom behind us.  I follow him.

“Don’t waste that,” I tell him as he starts to piss.  I kneel and he’s able to stop the flow and get his dick in my mouth.

“I don’t know if I can do this…”  But no worries, he suddenly explodes in my mouth—the liquid streaming down my throat.  His piss is sweet—lots of soda tonight.  “Oh, fuck, that’s hot.  Drink my piss, you hot fucker.”  I look up at this dark blond man.  He’s maybe 35, maybe 40.  He’s in great shape, his ass filling out his jeans.  Just before his stream dwindles down, the Boyfriend comes in.  He raises his eyebrows at seeing his partner pissing in my mouth.

I am stroking like mad.  Drinking piss always gives me a raging hard on.  The Boyfriend looks at my cock and at his partner, and then back to my face.  “You gotta fuck my boy.”

The piss stops.  I nod my head in total agreement. 

“We’ll be in the dark area.  On that wooden block.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I piss,” I tell them.

I piss and head there, looking for Edgar.  He must be busy.  I hear fucking as I enter the darkness.  I really can’t see them at first.  Eventually, as my eyes become accustomed to the lack of light, I see a hot Hispanic plowing the Bottom bent over the cube.  The Boyfriend finds me and whispers in my ear.  He proves to be very verbal.  “You need to fuck him for me.  You can take your turn after that guy is done.  Fuck him hard.  I want to see that cock go into him.  Just don’t cum in him.  You need to cum on his ass.”  He goes on and on.

The Hispanic, his shirt open showing off his ripped chest, pulls out.  I want to lick him clean—but I don’t think he’s ever had anyone do that.  He turns away from me.  I eat the fucked ass, before I rise and fuck.  I fuck him until it looks like the Hispanic can’t wait to get back in him.  I yield to him.  He flips the bottom onto his back.  The Boyfriend holds the Bottom’s legs. 

Edgar arrives and watches us fuck.  He takes out his cock and strokes.  I go over to him.  He smiles and tells me he wants to see me up this guy.  I go back to the block.  This time the Boyfriend is there to tell the Hispanic to let me suck his cock right out of his partner’s hole.  As soon as the Hispanic wraps his head around the idea, he lets me do it every time we change up.  Edgar eggs me on.   I fuck the Bottom on his back.

We change up again.  And again.

“Let’s get back to the sling,” I tell Edgar.  I hope the Hispanic will sample his ass, too.

We fuck.  The crowd has thinned dramatically.  There are still a couple of guys watching us, but no one is top enough to join us. 

When Edgar asks for another break, I go back to the dark area.  The Hispanic is still up the same ass.  His stamina is every bit as good as mine.  He grins when he sees me and makes an elaborate show of offering me his cock fresh from the Bottom’s hole.  I savor all those juices off his cock and then tongue fuck the Bottom.

“Use your cock, man” the Boyfriend tells me.  I stand up and fuck.  I notice off to my left the Hispanic is up some other ass.  The man is braced against the wall taking that big uncut cock.

The Hispanic taps my shoulder.  “Take him.”  He indicates his current bottom.

We switch asses.  I slide up the new man.  “I know that dick,” he murmurs.  He turns, looking at me over his shoulder.  It’s Dan, a bottom I hadn’t seen in almost year after PNP became part of his play.  He’s sober tonight.  And using his ass to milk anyone who will stick a dick up him.  A big boned Black man is stroking and wants Dan.  I let him take over.

Edgar is watching again.  His cock is out.  He comes over to me.  “I need to get out of here.  You want my ass one more time?”

I nod.  We go back to the sling.  He strips back down and climbs in.  He is so ready.  He jerks as I slide into him.  I pump in a steady rhythm.  He matches me.  His cock suddenly spits out cum.  His ass clenches with each spurt.  I spew my load into him.  I empty into him all the cum that four hours of edging has built up. 

We both leave tired—but very happy.

Basement Fuck

Marshall--May, 2012

May was a mixed bag for me sexually.  I had a lot of sex.  But alot of it was just off--not out and out bad, just not great.  Mikey, the Breeder's older brother, told me it was all about the Heavens being out of alignment (I'm sure something was in retrograde, but I can't remember what) and that sex and relationships would suffer.  I didn't believe him at the top of the month....he almost made me a convert by month's end...

The first weekend started well.  By chance, a fuck bud (Dan who you may have read about here and here) asked if I could come fuck him and his partner, Kerry (the top in the relationship)--with maybe one other top. I packed the rimseat and drove to Marshall....

The basement is now a sex den.  There are couches in a U pattern.  A huge television screen fills one wall.  An ottoman is to one side, so we can fuck along with the porn being projected onto the screen.  Around a corner, tucked against the stairs, the new Fort Troff sling is set up, with an entire mirrored wall.  I set up my rimseat, knowing how much these two love my tongue up their holes.  I strip as they tell me about the top who's coming down to play.  He's younger than any of us, Black, thin, with a huge cock.  I think I know who it is.  He's a great choice.  That long thin cock--perfect for double fucking.

He arrives with a flurry of hellos and hugs.  It's Richard, the one I guessed they were talking about.  I haven't seen him in almost two years.  He looks the same.  His cock makes me look small. It's a good inch longer.  It might be a little thinner, but the slight sideways hook makes it hard to deep throat. 

 In no time I have my tongue buried in Dan's tight ass as he kneels on the ottoman.  Richard relaxes on the couch as Kerry sucks on him.  I rise and slip into Dan.  He moans as loudly as the bottom on the screen above us.  At one point, by accident, I lean into the projected movie--it looks like my shadow is rimming Ian Jay.  We fuck.  Richard takes over.  I eat Richard's ass on the back stroke as he fucks Dan.

I get Kerry to kneel on the couch, a quick rim and I sink into his ass.  The partners are turned so they can look into each other's eyes as they are filled with large cock.  We fuck, fast and rhythmic.  But Kerry's not cleaned out properly.  We break.

When the guys finally get back in the room, I get under the rim seat.   Richard sits on the seat.  His brown bubble butt is spread for my pleasure.  I eat and eat.  Soon I feel someone slide down on my cock.  It's Dan.  He bounces on me--and leans forward to noisily suck on Richard. 

Kerry is still gone.  Dan goes to check on him. 

"Give me that cock while they're gone."  I rim Richard's hole--I want to spend longer there, but he's insistent.  I fuck him on the ottoman.  He relaxes and lets me pound him hard. 

When the boys return, Dan takes Richard off to the sling.  I eat Kerry's freshened hole, but I have no desire to fuck it. 

We stroke.

I suck on Kerry's cock--but it will not stiffen.

We break again.  Kerry disappears.

Dan wants a DP.  Richard lies on the ottoman.  Dan slides down his massive meat.  I push him forward.  My tongues snakes out and licks the cock as it disappears into his hole.  Dan bounces a little, but soon I rise and slap the head of my drooling cock against the base of Richard's. The underside of my dick slides in against the underside of Richard's cock.  I'm in.  And it feels great: so hot, so wet, so incredibly tight.  We make it work for quite awhile.  Then we switch.  But not until Dan has to race out of the room for a moment.  He returns and sits on me.  Richard pushes in.  It feels incredible--but it's harder to sustain--Dan cannot stay bent over.  He arches up and off me with every other thrust.

They break.

I hear them at the sling.  I wander in.  The pipe is put away quickly.  I've guessed....now it's confirmed. 

Dan gets in the sling.  Richard fucks, I stroke and slap my cock on Dan's chest.  Richard and I reverse.  I fuck.  I will myself to shoot.

I pack and dress. 

I can hear the lighter flick as I start up the stairs, likely never to return.

Meeting the Boy Friend

Marshall, MI  October, 2011

It only took a little over a year--and a couple more clandestine meetings with Dan--for him to invite me up to meet the Boy Friend. “Come fuck me tonight," said Dan when he called.  “Kerry really wants to meet you.   I want you two to DP me.  He told me he’ll felch your load.”  I smiled to my empty living room.  “I‘ll pack the sling,”  I volunteered.  “Naw, I have one now.  But bring your rim seat.  I think you two will really like each other.”   How could I say no?  I  hung up and got in the car…

We’re in the basement.  It’s a new house to me--Dan has obviously moved into Kerry’s home.  On one wall is a huge screen television--the projector is across the room behind the couch playing fairly new Treasure Island  porn.  Right at the base of the stairs is the new Fort Troff canvas sling package with a concave mirror attached to the top frame.  I set up the rim seat right next to it.  I throw down a tarp, a big towel over that and put the legs in the seat and add the pillow.  After all, we want a comfortable butt munch.  There is also a large square ottoman in the middle of the room, covered with several towels.  I strip.  The boys are in nothing but high end underwear.  Dan slips out of his, sits on the couch and absently starts kneading Kerry’s bulge through the fabric.  Kerry is late 30’s, so 8 to 10 years younger than Dan.  He is well built, about the same height and the bulge in his underwear is growing nicely.  Soon Dan peels them off for him, as I ditch my  clothes in a corner and sit on the other side of Dan.  His back is to me for he’s now fellating a nice sized cock.  Dan kneels on the couch-- making sure his ass is in the air towards me.  I lean over and stick my tongue up his tight-for-the-moment hole.  I turn to really get my tongue deep.   The pressure of my face pushes him deep on Kerry’s cock.  I stand up and beat my cock against Dan’s hole.  Kerry leans forward, grunts appreciatively and licks the head.  He looks up at me.  “I keep hearing about you.  Show me what you can do to his ass.”

Dan murmurs approval and I quickly kneel  again to lick the hole just a little more.  After all, we’re barely using lube.  Dan is now stroking Kerry’s cock.  He looks over his shoulder.

“Fuck me, stud.”   I stand.  My large cockhead is right in line with his pucker.  I press forward.  Dan’s hole opens and I slide in--all but effortlessly.  His ass clings to my cock.  I stay in place for just a bit.  Then slowly retreat. When just my head is left in his channel, Kerry leans forward again and licks the length of my cock.  A man after my own heart…

I set a steady pace.  For a time Kerry and I match rhythms--driving our cocks into him at the same time, one fore and one aft.  Soon Kerry rises and  comes around behind me. He presses his wet cock against my ass as his arms go around me and starts twisting my nipples.  I tense.  A cock near my ass always makes me clutch, but it’s soon evident that it’s resting there vertically not trying for entry.  Soon I suggest he take a turn.  I pull out.  Kerry steps to the side and engulfs my cock, making appreciative noises.  He soon rises and his seven or so inches disappears up Dan’s butt.  I start to take my cock around to Dan’s mouth, but he’s head down on the couch, lost in sensation.  I just watch and stroke.  Soon I sit on the ottoman.  If I move just right in the TV beam, Ian Jay is projected on my body.  Oh, I wish…

Dan gets up, kisses Kerry and sits on my cock.  He rides it.  Soon he bends towards me, sprawled on the ottoman.  Kerry pushes my legs together and straddles them.  His cock is about to enter Dan along with mine.  He’s lubed it.  It takes a moment, but he’s in with me--sharing the chute.  Dan has stopped bouncing, letting Kerry do all the movement. Dan groans.  It feels good to me too, for a few moments--the sudden tightness of hole, another hard cock stroking the underside of my shaft, the mixing of precum as Kerry copiously leaks onto my cock.  Then all to soon, Kerry fucks too actively and I’m pulled out of the hole.  I just hold Dan as Kerry pounds.  For a moment I think Kerry’s going to cum--but he slows and stops.

We stop for a moment.  Drink. Watch Ian Jay get loaded.  Then I get under the rim seat.   I suggest Kerry gets rimmed while Dan sits on my cock.  Kerry settles on my face.  There is always that ‘first time’ moment as my tongue goes into a new crack. The seat opens his hole, so I’m in deep very fast and stroking myself.  Dan bats my hand off my cock, and in an easy motion settles down on it.  This is as good as it gets for me-- a tight top ass on my face and an experienced bottom on my cock at the same time.  I let Dan ride, holding my hips still and concentrate on eating the ass above me.  He’s naturally smooth, with just a little hair in the crack.  I slobber into his hole.  He’s opened some poppers and seems to be passing them back and forth between them.  Both become more vocal.  After a long time, Kerry rises.  I think he may want to fuck Dan, but before I can say anything he is more concerned with freshening his cocktail.  I stay in position.

“Dan, let me taste what I did to your hole.”

Without hesitation, he pulls himself off my cock and up to the seat.  Heaven.  It’s a totally different feel on my tongue than when we started.  Softer.  Looser.  And the taste.  Tons of precum deposited  by two cocks.  And a copious amount of the most delicious natural lube.  I am lost in an over load of sensations.  Then I feel  my cock being stroked.  Ah, Kerry’s back.  I revel in not having to jerk as I eat.  Fuck, it’s suddenly not his hand.  He’s sitting on my dick.  His ass will not give at first.  I can hear the effort in his breathing.  I can feel his clenching hole against my cock head.  Suddenly he’s in and Kerry sits all the way down.

“Jesus, you’re big.”

My cock swells at the words.

“Shit.”

Kerry bounces with abandon as I go back to giving my full concentration on eating out Dan’s dripping hole.  After long minutes, the partners rise at the same time--my face is suddenly exposed and cold air hits my cock.  I raise the seat, sit up and…it all becomes awkward for a moment.  Kerry hasn't cleaned out or if he did, not enough.  I head to the sink--he’s off to hose out his insides.  The price of spontaneity.

When I return, Dan is in the sling.  I kneel, and eat his hole to get my erection back.  Pretty much one taste of dripping ass makes me rise to full rigidity.  I stand to fuck.  I am soon slamming into him.  He becomes verbal--a sign I recognize as my having gotten him to a very good place.  He begins that litany about how he’s a cum dump.  Kerry returns.  He crawls under the sling.  He contorts himself so his mouth connects with the underside of my cock and Dan’s hole.  The feeling is incredible. I will myself not to cum.  And I don’t.   I slow and invite Kerry into Dan’s hole.  But he’s a top no more.  He replaces Dan in the sling.

Dan looks at me.  “Fuck my boyfriend.”

It’s an easy entry now.  I fuck slowly.  Increase speed.  Dan sits on the couch watching the live porn.  He hit’s the poppers over there.  Kerry takes up the verbal barrage about wanting my cum up his ass.  Dilemma.  Who gets the load?

The rest of the evening is about who’s in the sling.   I alternate quite happily between two greedy asses.  Finally I know I’m close.  Dan is in the sling taking my long strokes, Kerry is under it again.  I bark at Kerry to stand up.  He does. I pull out of Dan, step back  and  push Kerry down into the sling so he and Dan are face to face.  Kerry is bent over holding on to the sides, Dan’s arms are around his boy friend.  I enter Kerry roughly.  He gasps.  I had been building up nicely.  And I let fly.  With piss.  Kerry thinks it’s cum at first.  He starts babbling about my seed.  He quickly realizes it’s piss as I continue and continue to hose down his hole.  I tell Dan just what I’m doing.  When the bladder is empty I fuck a little in the incredibly hot liquid.  He can’t take much and stands up.  I slip into Dan.  It takes just a few strokes and suddenly I’m the one who’s vocal.  I’m shooting my cum deep into his guts.  I hold for a long time, unable to move. But there’s Kerry.  He’s on his knees next to the sling.  He slowly pulls me back--exposing my cream covered cock.  His tongue snakes out.  Fuck, he’s cleaning my cock inch by exposed inch.  Soon I’m out and he swallows me whole.  I can’t take it.  I shove his face into his Boy Friends jizz dripping hole.  My knees buckle and I’m kneeling next to him, watching him eat it out.  He slowly becomes aware of me there.  He turns to me.  Our eyes lock.  He smiles a look of welcome and our mouths meet in a cum sloppy kiss.

Cheap Motel

My Hometown, July, 2010

I wrote this as an email to the Breeder last summer. I was knee deep in my summer work madness, but a fuck bud came down on a lunch break for a quick fuck. He checked into the seediest motel in town. I made sure I kept my socks on…

Friday, I finally got some real relief. A Marshall fuck-bud took pity on me--coming down and getting a motel room. (The more cynical side of my nature says he was really avoiding his new BF who had cut down on a couple years of  mutual play time.) Dan's short, barrel chested, with a shaved head and a nice dick--a dick that got touched by me for about 10 seconds. It was all about ass. The first I'd tasted in weeks. I couldn't get enough. He prefers next to no lube. So saliva and a minuscule amount of Swiss Navy and I was fucking him long, fast and hard. My dick filled him so completely, but I know him too well. I got him up on all fours, slowing the pace. I shoved four fingers along the top of my straining cock. He moaned into the pillow and began a slow, mostly incoherent, string of dirty fuck words. I continued to plow with both cock and hand--working my hand in still deeper--really stretching his hole. He begged for me to cum---sooner than I wanted--but I had no time for a longer fuck. I withdrew the hand, pushed him down from all fours to flat on his stomach on the grimy bedspread and drove it home. He kept up a steady mantra about my cum in his ass--all his ass was good for--to take my big load--to keep it in him--take it home to Marshall. My voice cut him off--"To take it to your Boy Friend? Is he gonna fuck in my load?" He may have said yes, I couldn't tell. I shot a good 5 day load up his spasming ass--then worked my entire hand up his grasping hole, using my cum, until he shot...

It was short, like this email--but I post it here for a reason. On Friday of last week, Dan invited me up to Marshall to meet the Boy Friend. “I want you two to DP me…” he said.  I got in the car, with my rim seat, leaving the sling at home when I found out they had one of their own.

Tomorrow: Have Rim Seat; Will Travel.