Different Is Good

Chicago—December, 2014

Ryan, of the blog “Spreading My Legs,” and I went off to Chicago for the monthly piss party.  We had a great time.  I took the sling, so we arrived early to get it set up.  Ryan had never seen the bar in full light—all cinder block and chipping paint.  It looks so different than the dark, wet place it becomes during the party.  We’d been cautioned by the organizer that it might be a smaller gathering, but it turned out to be a great mix of regulars and newbies—all of them playful.

I could talk in this post about rimming a very hot Hispanic both along the back wall and later in the sling.  He would lift his legs for any man’s tongue on his hole.  But that’s all he wanted.  Even knowing I couldn’t follow up with my dick, it was a joy to eat his furry ass.  I loved watching the pleasure creep across his face as someone’s tongue invaded his hole ever deeper.

I could also talk about my f-bud David, he of the magnificent ass pushing out of his neoprene singlet. Hebraic, dark and sexually driven, David and I have a long history (click on David in the cloud of topics to the right).  He loves me to fuck him and to piss inside that hot hole.  He crops up in what I want to talk about, but the usual whoring out of his hole was done before my story begins.

The f-bud with the dark Red Hair who I often mention in connection with the piss party was also there that night.  He took a very wet turn in the sling.  I kept pissing his ass crack, and then fucking it.  Sometime towards the end, RH made a suggestion…

“Would you like me to eat your butt?”

I look at him.  It’s happened before, so I shouldn’t be surprised.  But I am.  Guy’s go for that thick schlong of mine; few think anything about this rather flat ass.

“You should get in the sling so I can really do it right.”

I shrug and get onto the only slightly damp leather.  He carefully gets my boots into the stirrups.  My ass is feeling terrifically exposed and vulnerable.  RH hands me his bottle of poppers.

I take a hit. 

RH kneels.  And his tongue is right there.  He is drilling as deep as he can.

“Jesus…” I grunt.

RH redoubles his efforts.  He licks, he spits, he grinds in as deeply as possible.

My cock is rock hard.  I am actually afraid to touch it.  Different is good.  Hell, different is making me precum like I did at 18.

RH stands up.  I huff some poppers.  I am just closing the lid as the piss hits my ass crack.  The temperature of the liquid is so hot on my exposed crack.  He directs his piss up to my cock, my balls and back to my hairy hole.  As his stream slows, he kneels and licks me clean.  He lingers on my crack, but he cleans my cock and my balls and the stray splash in my naval.

Just as he’s finishing, a f-bud of his, a handsome man with grey hair comes up behind him.  The look in his eyes says it all—he can’t believe what he’s seeing.  He stands close to RH and let’s go with a mega-flow of piss.  RH is slurping piss as fast as he can as it sluices down my ass crack.  His tongue is poking some of it into my hole.  The moment the new man is done pissing he kneels beside RH and they begin working in tandem to clean me up.  It’s first one tongue and then the other in my ass.

  

They kiss.  They yellow ball piss back and forth.  One of them spits it back onto my crack for them to do it all over again.

My eyes are screwed shut.  I am beating my meat again and soaring with the poppers.

Just about when I feel dry, another load of piss makes me open my eyes.  A donor is spewing a perfect arc of pale gold at my dick.  It creates a beautiful waterfall for the two kneeling men.  This sends them into a frenzy of piss slurping and licking.  A fourth man soon does the same thing.  His is not so much of an arc.  It just erupts from his dick and hits me in the balls.

My eyes are closed again.  I can feel three distinct tongues working my crack and ass cheeks.  Finally I open them.  Up stands David, with large cock rampant.  For a second, I am sure he is going to plow my ass.  It’s lined up perfectly.  He bends to kiss me and gives me a mouthful of piss.

And the next thing I know David is climbing onto the sling.  Still facing me, he gets a boot on either side of my chest and slowly sits on my cock.  He balances by holding the frame above him.  I do a quick calculation.  My weight + my guess at David’s weight = less than the 350 lbs. the stand can supposedly hold.  Then I stop math and concentrate on the incredible ass sinking down on my dick.  David fucks himself slowly—letting every muscle in his canal squeeze my over excited cock.  RH re-doubles his efforts on my ass crack, but now his tongue snakes up to lick at my cock going into David.  I can only imagine it looks hot as Hell—but it getting uncomfortable really fast.  David’s legs are tiring.  He is smashing against my stomach in an odd way. 

“Let’s do this right,” I tell him.

David carefully lifts off my crimson cock and steps down.  I get up with RH’s help.  We kiss a moment so I can taste my ass.  We get David into the sling.  I sink into him.  I am so in need of release.  I fuck.  I think I am going to cum.  And just as fast, the feeling passes.  I fuck him harder.  I slow and pull out.  RH and I go down to lick at David’s fucked hole.

Ryan comes over.  He fucks David and gives him a load.  This inspires RH, usually all bottom at this event, to fuck David.

Then it’s my turn.  I’m back up his muscle hole.  I pause.  I think I might shoot again.  Instead, it’s a flood of piss that goes up David’s gut.  David grunts the moment he feels the hot liquid start filling him up.  And he shoots—a huge load all over his singlet.  His ass clamps down on me, milking every drop of piss.

He hops out.  “Now remember,” David tells me and RH, “I’m the one who is supposed to be in the sling.”

I nod.  But I look at RH and smile.

We both know that something different can be very, very good.

*****

I did get off in Chicago David, a hot businessman type.

And I get to sleep with Ryan in his bed—exhausted and sated.

David Gets Filled

Chicago—April, 2014

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

Here are moments from the first two:

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

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

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

“You brought it.”

“I did.”

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

I kneel to lick his hole. 

It’s a great warm up fuck. 

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

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

“Want a drink?”

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

Until he walks in. 

My opposite. 

He’s short.  I’m tall.

He’s Black.  I’m White.

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

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

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

Back and forth.

Black.

White.

Short.

Long.

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

But we keep at it.

Back and forth.

Uncut.

Cut.

Pounding the hell out of him.

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

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

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

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

But he does.

It's Rubber Gear at Steamworks

Chicago—November, 2013

 

This picks up right the last entry about the piss party.

David, the hot man in the singlet, had left the piss party early to attend a family function.  We were to text him as soon as we checked into Steamworks.  After a quick sandwich, we checked into our rooms.  I text David, then go see what’s happening.  I don’t see Ryan for over an hour…

 

It’s International Mr. Rubber weekend.  Men in rubber are everywhere.  My room is right next door to a sling room which is reserved for their use.  The door there never closes.  There are constant moans emanating from the room as holes are worked and stuffed.

There are actually men everywhere.  It’s a great night for playing in public.  The fuck bench on the third floor, near my room, has been taken over by cocksuckers.  The slurp ramp on the second floor is packed.  There are no holes available—either to suck or be sucked.  I continue down to the second floor public sling and fuck bench.  The fuck bench is empty.  The sling has a young man in it.  At least I think he’s young.  He’s encased in a rubber suit, but he has the ass area unzipped.  I smile at him, and then realize that he has a blindfold on.  The ass peeking out of the rubber is full and inviting.  I kneel and stick my tongue into him.  He jumps, making the sling chains rattle.  The hair in his ass crack is matted.  I can tell that other dicks have been up him—though I don’t think he’s been loaded.  I spit onto his pucker and push it deep.

I stand up.

“Fuck him raw.”  This comes from a man passing through. 

I push into him.  I fuck him, my hips slapping onto his upturned butt.  I get bored pretty fast as I have no reaction from him at all.  He lays there passively with nary a sound since his first reaction.  A Black footballer-type stops to watch.  He drops his towel and jerks.  I indicate he should take over.  He comes around and watches me fuck a few more strokes.  I pull out and step aside.  He pushes right in.  The bottom makes no indication that anything has changed. 

I go off and find some cock to suck in the dark area on the third floor.

****

Hours later, I round the corner near the second floor fuck bench.  A man about my age is on it.  He’s hairy and beefy.  I eat his hole.  He begs for my cock—“That bare cock,” as he keeps telling me.  I push into him roughly.  “You are fucking huge,” he grunts out.  I pump away.  The guy reaches around and begins stroking his cock.  I pump harder.  He shouts out his orgasm, as I fuck the cum out of him.  His jizz is all over the floor and on my boots.

A crowd has been gathering, with the noisy fuck.  One of them is my fuck bud Carlos.  He’s appeared in this blog on several occasions.  He’s late 30’s, tall, gym built and with a gorgeous shoulder tattoo that trails onto his chest and back.  The man I’ve been fucking scrambles off the bench.  Carlos and I kiss, and then Carlos bends over the bench.  I kneel and push my face into his rounded ass.  It’s been almost a year since I’ve seen him.  I lick and chew and spit into his hole.  Just as I stick my dick into him, Ryan comes around the corner.  He watches me fuck this hot man.  And seemingly half the bathhouse wants to see it, too.   The crowd is pushing around the corner, behind me and between the wall and the bench.  Carlos pulls off my dick and spins around to suck me clean.  I motion Ryan to try his ass.  Ryan slips in and fucks.  But the crowd is too much.  We literally can’t move now.  We stop and go our separate ways.

 We all meet up again by chance.  Ryan is fucking a hooded hottie in a corner room.  I go in to join him. We trade off on this hooded man’s hole.  Then Carlos is there.  He wants more of Ryan’s cock.  He bends over next to the guy I’m fucking.  Ryan and I fuck side by side. 

We switch asses.

A third top joins us.  We all go from hole to hole.

 I try Ryan—but he’s just too tight.

 And just as suddenly, the guy in the hood wants us out.  Once again we separate.

*****

I go back to my room.  I have a text from David.  His family function ran so long he can’t come.  Damn.

*****

It’s late.  Our time is almost up.  There are far fewer people around.  The rubber folk seem to be totally gone.  I am roaming the halls.  I really need an ass to unload in.  I’m not seeing anyone I want to fuck.

 “Hey, come to my room, man.”  I turn.  The speaker is a Hispanic young man in a towel.  He is cute and worked out.  And he looks familiar.  But I don’t think I’ve seen him tonight.  “We’ve talked online,” he tells me as he leads me to his room just around the corner.  He tells me his screen name on BBRT.  Of course.  We’ve talked for over two years, but things have never quite worked out.  And here he is…

 I shut the door as he flops down on the bed.   “Get on your knees,” I tell him.  He’s on all fours in a heartbeat.  My tongue finds his hole.  It’s creamy.  Oh, my God….

 “I’ve got three loads in there.  Eat them out, like you like.”  My tongue pulls out a long strand of anonymous jizz.  I groan and swallow it down.  At this point in the night, it’s going to take so little to make me get off.  I dig a little deeper.  My cock jumps as I get another strand of jizz down my throat.

 I rise and push my cock into him.  He grunts.  It’s not about him at all.  It’s all about getting me off.  The cum has lubed every inch of his hole.  I pull out once, wipe some jizz off my on my hand and reach around to feed it to the boy.  He suckles my fingers clean.  I plunge back in.  I am almost there.

 I shoot—adding the fourth load up his sweet little hole.

*****

 

Ryan and I check out with minutes to spare.

It’s a long drive home…

The Four Pigs of the Piss Party

Chicago—November, 2013

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


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

 We kiss. 

 “How are you, Daddy?”

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

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

 “Will you fuck me?”

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

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

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

 “Fuck me hard.  Make that ass yours!” 

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

 I fuck him hard.

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

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

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

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

 “Lean back.” 

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

 “You need to piss?”

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

“I have some for you…”

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

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

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

 “Piss my hole.  YES!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

David Does the Piss Party

Chicago—October, 2013

It was a busy weekend.  Friday night had been the house party I wrote about on my last two posts.  Saturday morning I woke up with a raging hard on.  My cock knew where I was headed.  I was bound for Chicago and the monthly piss party. 

I picked up Ryan at his home by mid-afternoon.  We compared notes about the men we’d fucked and bred the night before.  As we drove, we sipped Gatorade, and I heard about a couple of his favorite tricks who he had not yet written up for ‘Spreading My Legs.’  I told him about Juan stopping by for his breeding, promising Ryan he’d love the pictures.

We arrived with just enough time to spare to find free street parking—no easy job in Chicago.  We went in, undressed and the wetness began…

 I am refilling my empty Gatorade bottle at one of the two big coolers which sit on either end of the bar.  I am at the one closest to the video screen—and the back corner.  I see a younger guy with a hot, hairy chest, and a neatly trimmed beard sitting on the lone bar stool in the corner.  The cub gets up as I approach.  He has a nice mound in the white jock that clings to his slightly swollen cock.  We say hello and he falls to his knees.  I let him suck me for a bit.  I’m not getting as hard as I should.  I need to piss.  I pull out and let him have some in his open mouth.  He groans.  I let my stream play on his hairy chest.  He leans back on his heels, reveling in the warm liquid clinging to all that hair.  His hands come up and he massages some into his chest.  I aim a little lower.  The large cock, sticking out of the mounded pouch, gets drenched.  I let it play over his jock.  For the next four hours, it will no longer be white.

I finish up.  He swallows my cock, getting the last of my stream in his mouth.  I am now rock hard. My boy of the moment falls into cock sucking mode.  He swabs my broad cock head with his rough tongue.  It feels great.  He has two thirds of me deep in his throat.  I hold the back of his head and fuck my cock into him.  He takes me to the root.  I hold.  And then let him pull off.

He grins up at me.  “Damn that’s good.”

I pull him up.  I work his hard seven incher the rest of the way out of his wet jock.  I kneel and just get my mouth around him before he begins to piss.  It’s not a lot, but it whets my appetite for more.  I swallow it down, loving the feeling of his cock spewing into my mouth.

“Would you fuck me?” he asks as I stand back up.

I don’t answer.  I just turn him around, so he can lean on the bar stool.  I kneel behind him.  His ass is as furry as his chest, and rather flat.  I pull his cheeks apart and spend long minutes eating his hole.  A one point, I stand and am able to give one short blast of piss right onto it.  I lick it off, stroking and lubing my cock. 

I enter him.  He takes me easily into his talented ass.  He squeezes down as I hold still.  Then he orders me to fuck him hard.  I do.  A regular comes by and starts to piss on the cubs back.  The liquid sluices down his spine and covers my cock on each back stroke.  I fuck some of the piss into the cub.  Another man joins the first pisser and we get even more piss.  It’s splashing over us, guttering into his ass crack.

“Fuck,” I mutter. 

Moments like this is exactly why I come here.

I fuck the cub until I’m on the edge.  Then stop.  I taste his piss covered hole.  We kiss.  We separate and find new partners.

***

An hour into the event, I sit on the bench, hidden by a screen from the bar.  I don’t know how many guys have sucked my dick.  I have sucked a little and drunk less.  This party seems to be a good mix of regulars and new people.  Maybe 60 people are sucking and pissing.  Next to me, a younger guy I have not seen before, who has a cute round butt, is bent over sucking the cock of one of the regular tops.  The top reaches across the young man and spreads the sucker’s ass cheeks open with his thick hands.  I fall to my knees on the wet floor and begin eating the proffered hole.   His ass is sweet, with just the merest hint of soap.  From behind me an arc of piss hits the ass crack where my face is buried.  I have to slurp it down or drown.  Whoever is pissing has a huge bladder full—it goes on and on.  The boy is moaning, the top is telling the pisser to feed me and I can barely keep up with the massive flow.  I poke some of the piss into the boy with my tongue, but mostly drink it down after it’s flowed over his ass crack.  Suddenly, the boy between us spasms—he is shooting all over the floor.  All the attention is too much for him.  He thanks us and goes to sit at the bar.

Across the room I see David.  My cock literally jumps.  I had met David back at MAL in DC a couple of years ago.  He lives there, but still has family in Chicago, so he often comes here for the Jewish holidays.  Today he is wearing his Neoprene singlet.  His thick, cut cock is jutting out of the hole in front, his bubble butt from the hole in the rear.  He is one of the most handsome men I’ve ever fucked—with sharp, strong features, dark curly hair and a short beard.  I think back to the time I whored him out atSteamworks.  He was a total magnet for cock and cum.  I had rarely felched more out of a man.  He is working that magic now.  He holds onto the bar and lets a Daddy fuck him.  David’s head is turned towards me—he knows I’m watching.  He smirks at me—then his look changes to one of pure lust as the cock behind him picks up speed.  Guys get in the way so I can’t see anymore, but I sit and wait for him.  Soon he arrives.  He greets me with a kiss and says “You’d better eat my ass before I lose it all.”  I hunker down as he turns it towards me.  It’s gleaming with fresh cum.  I lick him clean, stand up and turn him towards me to kiss.  I snowball the load into his mouth.  David kisses me hungrily.  “Fuck me.”  He pulls away and holds onto the screen, arching his back and thrusting that perfect ass towards me.  I enter—and fuck him hard.  When I stop, he cleans my cock, not wanting to miss any remnants of the other man’s load that are now on my cock.  He goes off to get another beer.  I know I will be back up that ass before long.

I find Ryan and tell him David is here and the he needs to fuck him.

***

Another hour of wetness has gone by.  David and I are talking behind the screen.  Ryan arrives behind David and reaches out, touching David’s wet hole.  David arches back, not caring who is admiring his ass.  Ryan pushes in.  I bend David to suck me.  Ryan is fucking him hard, impaling David on my cock with each thrust.  Ryan gets that look on his face I’ve come to know—he has to stop or he’ll cum.  He stops just in time.  I turn David to clean his cock.  After he has licked the juice off of him, David stands up.

“Oh, yeah,” I venture.  “You two should know each other.  This is my friend Ryan.  Ryan—David.  Ryan and I talked about you on the way into town, hoping you might be here.”  We continue talking as if the fuck had never interrupted us.

***
Another hour has gone by.  I am fucking David again.  With the remnants of the crowd watching me do it.  Most have shot and gone.  Ryan arrives.

“Take my buddy.”

David turns his back to Ryan.  Ryan kneels and eats David’s hole.  It’s seen a lot of cock since Ryan last saw him.  I can only imagine how good it must taste.  Ryan must think so, too.  He rises up and fucks David incredibly hard.  I hold on to David, his arms around my neck.  I can feel the battering he’s taking.  Ryan slows and saves his load.  He ambles away.  I turn David so he can support himself on the bench.  I enter his used hole.  I fuck right where Ryan was moments ago.

David tells me how good it feels.   “Now piss me.”

I slow and hold in place.  Then I make tiny thrusts.  My piss spurts out going deep into David.  I thrust a little more, still spewing the hot liquid.  I am fucking it deep into his gut.  He is moaning, taking the biggest, hottest load of his night.  When I have no more piss to offer, I fuck a little more, but I know I won’t be able to shoot a cum load.  David pulls off me, cleans my cock and gives me an incredibly sensuous kiss. He tells me he will likely see me next month and goes to find his clothes.

I drink a little more, but know I won’t likely get off after all the hours of play.  I don’t want any other ass after that last piss fuck with David.

Ryan finds me and we pack up and head home.  Soon we are at his house, arms and legs wrapped around each other in his bed.  It feels good to have someone I care about in my arms once again. We are asleep in no time at all.

David's ass---lifted from his profile.

Steamworks--Part Four

Chicago--January, 2012

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The hairy top in tennis shoes is just inside my door.

“I got two loads for you dripping down my leg. Eat my hole out…”

His towel is off, he pushes past me and kneels on the bed. My tongue cleans his thigh, working up to his hole. He’s loaded, alright. I lick, ream, swallow, spit, lick and swallow some more of the viscid liquid. I get him up off the bed, and lie down, my head near the edge of the bed. He can stand on the floor, his ass in my face and let gravity do the work. He loves my tongue cleaning him up. And it makes him want more cock.

“Want to fuck me?” He bounces up on the bed and impales himself on my cock. His ass is tight, but silky with the two loads in it. He strokes himself as he bounces on my dick and damned if he doesn’t shoot a third load. My chest is dripping as David returns. He smiles as his former top climbs off my cock and leaves.


David joins me on the bed. We lie there. He begins stroking my shoulders.

“Don’t do too much of that or you’ll put me to sleep.”

He just laughs and digs into a knot below my left shoulder blade.

Soon, we are just holding on to each other. A different kind of hotness. And one we both need.

“I think,” I tell him, “I have some piss. Where do you want it?”

He sighs. He loves it when I hose out his ass. But we both decide we’ll do something new--cover him in the shower. We go down to the smaller stall. He kneels.

“Piss me, man.”

I’m more than ready. I point my semi-erect cock at him. The first blast of piss hits his balls. He’s instantly erect. He strokes himself as I let my piss play over his chest and back to his cock. His hand scoops some up to finger into his ass. As soon as I’m spent, as if on cue, guys arrive to shower. I tell him to rinse and meet me at the fuck bench.

He’s there in no time. He sucks my cock. When it’s dripping he gets in position. I slip in. We fuck. I am hoping to give him my load. He asks for it. I think I’m there. But wait. It’s more piss.

“Fuck, take my piss.”

I have just as much again as when we were in the shower. I fill him up. My cock becomes harder as I fuck through his piss drenched hole. Finally I slow. He eases away from me. He gets up. We kiss. He sinks to his knees. His face is just under my balls. He breathes deep of their sweat--of other people’s cum coating them--as he clings to my leather clad leg. He’s jerking rapidly. And he shoots--covering my chaps and boot. 

I pull him up to hold him. We kiss lightly. And say good-bye. He’s off to his family for the night.

And I am in desperate need to get off.

I make the rounds. It’s only 2am but no one is around in the play areas. I search the rooms. One young Hispanic bottom is lying ass up, showing a lovely mound of flesh to the door. I think I’ve played with him on previous trips. He invites me in. I use his bedside dildo on him to see if my cock will still standup. He loves that I lick his hole when I’m done. And that’s all it takes. I’m ready.

“I need to load you now.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

I slip in. I shoot. I flood his ass. It’s a huge load after all the build up of this night.

He’s delighted. “Papi, you needed that.”

Truer words….

Steamworks--Part Three

Chicago--January, 2012

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We’re alone again. I’m lying on my back, fully on the bed. David’s head is on my thigh, his feet on the floor. He decides he needs to check his cleanout. I’m sure he does--and it’s also our code for time to wander around alone for a bit. He takes off downstairs. I decide to wander the third floor glory hole area--the one with the new fuck bench. Sure enough, a shaved head leather pig is astride the bench, ass in the air, eyes closed. His full cheeks are perfectly framed by a well-used jock. The fingers of my right hand find his hairy crack, while my left caresses him; first his neck, then down across the shoulders, eventually joining my right--pulling his cheeks open.

He sighs. I sink to my knees. My tongue investigates to see if he’s been loaded tonight. I guess that he’s been fucked but has no load. He pushes his ass into my face. My cock rises.

I stand and enter him. He gasps and hits his poppers. A cute boy on the slurp ramp looks down at me as I fuck him. This ass is nice--but becomes very loose, very fast. I finally stop when I can barely feel anything. I withdraw, pat his ass and go up the three steps onto the slurp ramp. There seem to be no cocksuckers anywhere. But I do hear moaning from a cubicle to my left. I can look right over the top. A slim Hispanic is bent over, getting fucked by a strapping, middle-aged Black man. I never see the bottom’s face, but I love the sounds he‘s making as his hole is ravaged. I go down and around to find them. The top gives me the once over. I pull out my cock and start stroking.

He gives me a crooked smile. “You’re next, guy.” I nod. He fucks and fucks. The boy is now bouncing against the cubicle, but that only seems to excite him. Finally the top pulls out. I slap my cock against his hole. The Hispanic shivers. I bend, and taste his hole. He’s been loaded. Likely repeatedly. I slip in. He’s silken. Everything I love about a cum lubed ass. The Black top stands and watches. It’s his turn to stroke as I plow. The boy loves my cock. His broken English babble is telling me that much. He’s louder now. And that means men start arriving from all sides. Soon we have a multi-cultural group of men groping, stroking or sucking each other--all with one eye on me in the hole. David arrives. He pats my ass in a ‘give it to him for the team’ kind of way. He drops down and sucks the initial Black top. The sound of the group having sex spurs us on--but just as fast it dissipates. David stands. I give the hole over to a new Black top. The first top wanders into the maze. The gropers and cocksuckers have melted away--waiting somewhere for their next moment of voyeuristic pleasure.

David hugs me. “Let me taste his hole on you.” He does. For long moments. Then rises and kisses me with no prompting. “Come on.” He leads me to the main stairs.

The public sling on the second floor is full--but I have no interest in the man in it. We wander to the other fuck bench. A 30ish, muscle guy is bent over. He’s wearing nothing but a black Neoprene jock.

I grab David by the back of the neck, pushing him down. “Get it wet for me.” From David’s murmuring as he eat the hot hole, I guess I am missing a load in there. But I get some residual cum on David’s tongue when he stands and kisses me.

“Fuck him, Sir.” My cock is drooling from the kiss and the site of David’s handsome face in that spread butt. I move around and slap my cock right on the hole. David moves to the side, leans in to the bottom and whispers something in his ear. I get just the head in. The boy rears up. David pushes him back into place. “Take his cock. It’s big--and all yours right now.” I have been inching in. Another great ass. Tight, slippery, and it soon relaxes just enough for a great fuck. David moves to me so we can kiss as I fuck him. The bottom is making erotic sounds and doing massive amounts of poppers. We kiss and fuck--the three of us linked and lost in the moment.

David pulls away. I can’t quite tell why. I turn. A handsome gym rat, straight from his work out is leaning against the back wall. David kneels and pulls down his towel. His cock is thin, and hooks down. I go back to the hole in front of me. The bottom has finally looked around to see who’s cock is in him. He smiles at me. “God, fuck me as long as you want.”

I look behind me. David is bent and inserting the hook. He backs down on it. Then begins fucking himself. The gym rat barely moves. I am intent on working this hole from every angle and at every speed I can. David is panting behind me. I catch his eye every time I turn. I think this might be the ass that will take me over the top. Just as I think that, my bottom reaches around to squeeze my cock, looks at me and says he needs to take a break. He gets up and slips by David and GR. I kneel and watch David pump back on the hooked cock. I stand, work the nipples on the top. I’d love for him to give David a load. But it’s not to be. He finally stops David, withdraws, and with a final tousle of David’s hair, moves off for other prey.

“I’m going to shower. Meet you back upstairs.”

No sooner than I enter my room, the hairy top in tennis shoes, who’s loaded David twice, is at my door.

“Hey. I know you like to felch.”

I nod. He undoes his towel.

“I got two loads for you dripping down my leg. Eat my hole out…”

Steamworks--Part Two

Chicago--January, 2012

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David and I are back in my room and lying on the black sheeted bed. Everywhere I look, I can see our reflections. I can lick his ear and see three reflections of my tongue teasing his lobe, as mirror image reflects mirror image. We’ve left the door open, as I’ve promised my readers here and on BBRT. David wiggles out from under me, gets on top and pins my arms above my head.

“You know what I’m going to do you?”

I grunt a no.

“Sit on your face.”

And he lowers, his hairy, cum moist ass onto my mouth. My cock, which had softened a little, is instantly hard. I stroke and I work my tongue into his abused hole. He is squirming and moaning. I can hear guys in the corridor, but none are brave enough to join us.

Until I feel a strange mouth on my cock. The angle is bad as he leans over the bed to get to me. David soon dismounts and I can see the cocksucker. He’s Mexican, late 30’s, with the kind of pock marked skin that can be kind of sexy.

He looks at me. “Fuck me.”

I look at David. Not even a moment of hesitation. “Do it,” he says. I’ve never seen it go into anyone else.”
I get up; the Mexican bends over. David swings around so his cock can easily go in the Mexican’s mouth. My cock is still wet with his spit. I just enter him. No rimming. He’s more than ready. He grunts and starts fucking back on me. David slaps his cock across his face. The man takes the hint and, coming out of his reverie, starts slurping noisily. I fuck, finding that I’m mindlessly in rhythm with the music blasting from the corridor. His bucking back has slowed, with his needing to concentrate on the cock in his mouth. Suddenly he stands up, pulling me out of his ass. He murmurs a thanks and takes off. I look at David, enquiringly. He shrugs. Then I see the floor. He’s dumped a nice load--one he gave no clue to shooting.

The corridor is now packed.

Two particularly hot guys are lounging against the wall. One is direct from the Steamworks’ gym. His regulation cock is sticking out of the bottom of his gym shorts. His muscled chest glistens. He keeps adjusting the sweat band on his right hand, if it isn’t groping his crotch. A lithe, hairy man is standing next to him. His towel covers his loins, but you can see his cock pushing it out. He has tennis shoes on, one foot on the floor, the other on the wall where he leans. David ventures out and uncovers the gym rat, going down on him at once. I let the lithe guy play with my dick, and I knead his bulge. Soon my other hand squirms between him and the wall. My middle finger finds his hole. It opens easily and envelops most of my finger. He makes no protest.

Without warning the gym rat leaves. Lithe guy follows David and I into the room. I reach for the lube to get ready to really open the lithe guy up--but he‘s already got his cock into David‘s ass. David stands, bent in two over the mattress and the lithe guy is ramming him hard. I kneel and lick the top’s hole on the back stroke. The lithe guy pushes him forward. David crawls up onto the mattress--his top follows, never disconnecting. It’s my turn to sit and watch.

The top groans. David eggs him on. “Shoot in me. Load me again.”

So that’s where the mysterious load had come from….

I wait. I watch the lithe guy shudder, pause and slowly withdraw. I’m all over his cock. He gasps all over again--then pushes me into David’s hole. It’s creamy--not shot very deep. I lick, and rim, swallowing every drop. He’s out the door, grabbing for his towel.

David gets up. “Damn, his cock was hitting my bladder. I have to piss.”

I kneel. Fuck, I’ve been hydrating, but have nowhere near enough to piss--and here he is giving me a second load of piss. I take his cock inside my mouth. No sucking, it just rests on my tongue. And he pisses. Sweet. Hot. Huge load.

As he finishes, hot younger man, with dark blond hair walks in. David reaches under his towel for his cock. He is conditioned, not muscular. Quite short. He reaches up to kiss me as David sucks his cock. Shit, I just drank piss--but I kiss him, and he either likes it or has no idea what he’s tasting.

“Do you want to fuck him?” I ask.

“No,” he sighs, “I want to get fucked.” My hand flits over his ass, finding his hole. “I just prefer condoms.” My Magnums are lying right there. “But you guys don’t use them, do you?”

“No,” David says, before I can get out my answer about it being his choice.

“Well, you guys are so hot, I can be convinced.” I rub his hole. “Yeah, fuck me.”

I eat his hole as he sucks David. Soon, I’m up him--but very, very slowly. He’s taking it well. He’s stopped sucking and is telling me to fuck him hard. I do. The sound of my hips slapping against his ass echoes through the room. A short man, with a big cock appears at the door. He won’t come in, he just strokes.

“Let me sit on it.”

I lie down, my legs still on the floor, my crotch right at the edge of the bed. The young man sinks onto my cock.

“Fuck you feel good.” He’s bouncing hard on me. David puts a hand on his back and pushes him over. Jesus. He’s going to stick his cock in with mine. He does. We are in classic double penetration position. David slides in. I stay in place. And it feels good--where it so often doesn’t. I let David take control. He fucks in. The undersides of our cocks rub against each other inside his hole. It’s incredible. The boy is in heaven.

“Two raw cocks--fuck, you guys.” I think he might shoot--but he holds off. Just as suddenly, my cock flops out and the moment is over. We all stand up.

“I gotta cum.” The young man is close and stroking.

“Do you want to fuck David? Give it to him?”

“Naw…”

“Then shoot on my cock as I fuck him.”

“You mean…?”

“Yeah.” David has gotten on all fours by the edge of the bed. I enter him, pulling all but out of his hole on each stroke. “Shoot on my dick and I’ll fuck it into him.”

“Oh, yeah.” He get around to the side and in no time is covering my cock with a thick, gooey load. I fuck it into David. I watch it disappear--then look at the young man. He’s panting, eyes wide. I fuck a few more strokes and pull out. David swings around and cleans my cock. I pull him back around to eat his hole.

“Oh, man. Eat my cum out of him.”

And I do. Thick and salty…
　
　
More to come
We fuck separately--and I finally need to piss…
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"Let's Meet at Steamworks"

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MAL Postscripts and an Invite

I received a note on BBRT from HotCumLoads, my dependable and hot bottom at MAL who took care of me so often as others wore out:

“Hey stud!
It was great to see you again at MAL this year!
Always have fun playing with you!
Load count for the weekend (thurs thru tues morning) 72”

Now, that is impressive. That’s more than 10 a day…even with his staying one more day than I did.

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When I was fucking Gary during the Erosion post, I had an experience I didn’t include. When he arrived, I grabbed a Dick Wadd DVD without looking at which one it was. I popped it into the machine, hit the play button and pulled Gary’s face into my jock. I wanted the groans and splashing as background noise. Some time in the course of our play, my eye caught what was happening on the screen. There was J, the porn star, I fucked, in a sling. I had an amazing moment of sense memory. I could feel his hard arms. Taste his incredible hole. Feel him on top me as he woke me up that morning in DC. It was so strong, I actually had to sit down on the bed for a moment. It was fleeting--and gone. I took a deep breath--and got Gary into the sling…

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Today I’m traveling to Chicago to meet David, the piss bottom from MAL--Day Three. We really wanted to play again--and to completion this time.

So here’s the invite part: to any and all of my Chicagoland readers--we will be at Steamworks tonight (Friday, Jan. 27) at 9pm. (You will also see us listed on BBRT). We’ll be easy to find. I’ll be the tall, bald one in leather. We will be playing in the communal sling and fuck bench areas. We’ll never shut the door to our room if we decide to be there. He is looking for loads (of course), and I will be looking for others to fuck while he’s busy. We’re hoping for a felching feast…

Can you think of a nicer way to meet your blogger?