Re-post: Sharing Hole at the Farmhouse

 

Re-post:  Sharing Hole at the Farmhouse 

Amish Country, Indiana—March, 2019

 

I got a text:   “You ok fucking round another top?”

It was from the pig who lives out in the cornfields of Indiana.  The guy, who on first meeting, I climbed through a window to ‘rape’ him. 

I told him I was fine with that. 

My instructions were to be rough and follow the lead of the other top. 

I knew we’d be fisting, so I volunteered to bring the new hanging bench.  He loved that. 

He gave me the date and time again.

And I drove over the next day.

 

The basement is brighter than I remember it.  The pig has his sling set up, hanging from the rafters.  There is a long table next to it with a ton of sex toys—dongs of every shape, most on the large side.  There is just room for me to set up my frame.  I hang the bench in the flat position.  The pig has gone off to strip and let in the other top.  I change into the nasty jock I am destroying for a blog reader.  And put the boots back on. 

The other top walks in naked but for slightly yellowed jock.  It’s the guy who helped me ‘rape’ the willing pig.  We smile and nod.  And our dicks lengthen. The pig comes in.  He asks if we need water.  I have already cracked a Gatorade open.

“Get on your knees!”  barks out the Top.

The pig drops to the tarp that covers the floor.  He begins to suck the Top.  I jerk a little to full hardness and then beat my cock on the back of his neck.

“And his...”

The pig takes me to the root, showing off how he can take all of me to the smaller dicked man.  The Top isn’t impressed.  He pisses two short blasts all over the pig’s face.  The pig goes back to his cock and sucks like a man possessed.  The Top now uses his hand—or sometimes the back of his hand—to get the pig to change who he is sucking.  Back and forth he goes.

We get the pig in the sling.  It’s my turn to piss—all over the newly exposed ass crack.

“Fuuuuck…” the pig croons.

“Hot,” the Top says and pushes into the pig’s hole with no other lube but piss.

“Argh!”  grunts the pig, but he takes it.  I grease up my bigger cock up with some J-Lube.  The Top pulls out.  I shove in.  He groans again, but is silenced by the Top’s cock, fresh from his ass, filling his mouth.

We work him like this for a long tim.  Fuck his mancunt and fuck his mouth.  The second time I’m in his mouth, I give him some piss down his throat.  He gurgles happily, as the room is filled with the slapping of thighs on wet flesh.

The Top grabs the smallest toy he sees on the table.  He lubes it and works it into the pig.  He adds his cock.  The pig howls—in ecstasy.  I take a turn.  It’s a tighter fit for me.  But it feels great to have tightened him down.

A second toy is employed.  Slightly bigger.  We still manage to get our dicks in alongside it.

Toy three—a butt plug— is fine for the Top—but painful for me.  I go back to pissing in the pig’s mouth…

We get him up.  I tell him to bend and clean the Top’s cock.  I stand behind him and piss down his ass crack.  And plow him the moment I am on the last spurt.  He feels my cock shooting its piss deep into his already puffy hole.

I pull out and turn him for the Top to fuck as the pig lick my cock clean of every drop of piss and ass juice.

The Top gets him to rest his chest on the sling.  His fist glides into the pig.  Over and over.  I piss on the wrist of the hand buried in him.

I take a turn too.  My left goes in easily.

We get him off the sling and bend him over again.  I strip off the filth jock.  I push it up his hole.  And piss on it…until it falls out, a wet, sodden mess.

Back in the sling we do our cocks and our hands.  Then the two together.  Soon it’s his hand, my cock.  He loves squeezing my meat with his greasy hand, firmly encased in a hot ass.

We move to the flat bench I brought.  The Top lets me take over.  I fist the pig like I have never been able to do before.  He’s been working with those toys and there is so much more room for my hand.  I slip one in easily—and add a finger or two from my right hand.

“Eat my ass.”

I look at the Top.  I’m not surprised, but kind of pleased.  He gets on all fours on the flat bench.  I tongue him.  The pig greases his hand.  He knows more than I do; the Top is very versatile.  I open his hole with my tongue and leave it very wet.  The pig has his tiny hand in the Top in no time at all.  We alternate.  His small hand.  My medium.  Back to small, then to me.  I am hard as a rock fisting this man.  I stick my cock in him.  The pig’s hand slides down my shaft and right inside.  He jerks my dick inside the top, who gives off the hottest guttural moan…

*

We need to get off.  The Top needs to go back to work.  “Let’s DP him.”

I shrug and lie on the swinging bench—right at the edge, my legs hanging out of the way.  The pig impales himself on my cock.  The Top pushes in.  His cock head pushes into the abused hole.  It’s one of the best DP’s I’ve ever felt.  This time it actually feels as good as it must look.

I really want to cum this way—something I have never done—feeling my own cum coat another cock inside an ass.  But it doesn’t happen.

We get the pig in the regular sling.  I get off in him easily after just a few strokes.  I fill him with cum—and another piss load.

The Top slurps some out and swallows.  He stands up and pushes in…and shoots a massive load in the pig’s juicy hole.

Sharing Hole at the Farmhouse was published on May 21, 2019

The Fate of the Jock

Amish Country, Indiana—March, 2019

A blog reader sent me the jock which was being destroyed in the last post.  He wanted me to wear it to the piss party.  He hoped I would have it on whenever I fucked.  He got turned on by the idea of fellow pigs licking or chewing it.  He knew I would press it against any wet hole I was fucking.

And I did all that.  For just about two years.  Neither of us were in a hurry.  I wore it until it was too rank for anywhere but the piss party—or a pig like the man who owns the farmhouse.  I was wanting to get it back to the owner—and that’s when I got the idea of shoving it up the pig’s hole and pissing on it one last time for a grand finale.

I don’t think in terms of video when I’m having sex.  But I did this time.  So with the pig’s blessing here is the jock’s last hurrah, just before it was posted back to it’s owner.

Sharing Hole at the Farmhouse

Amish Country, Indiana—March, 2019

I got a text:   “You OK fucking round another top?”

It was from the pig who lives out in the cornfields of Indiana.  The guy, who on first meeting, I climbed through a window to ‘rape’ him. 

I told him I was fine with that. 

My instructions were to be rough and follow the lead of the other top. 

I knew we’d be fisting, so I volunteered to bring the new hanging bench.  He loved that. 

He gave me the date and time again.

And I drove over the next day.

The basement is brighter than I remember it.  The pig has his sling set up, hanging from the rafters.  There is a long table next to it with a ton of sex toys—dongs of every shape, most on the large side.  There is just room for me to set up my frame.  I hang the bench in the flat position.  The pig has gone off to strip and let in the other top.  I change into the nasty jock I am destroying for a blog reader.  And put the boots back on. 

The other top walks in naked but for slightly yellowed jock.  It’s the guy who helped me ‘rape’ the willing pig.  We smile and nod.  And our dicks lengthen. The pig comes in.  He asks if we need water.  I have already cracked a Gatorade open.

“Get on your knees!”  barks out the Top.

The pig drops to the tarp that covers the floor.  He begins to suck the Top.  I jerk a little to full hardness and then beat my cock on the back of his neck.

“And his...”

The pig takes me to the root, showing off how he can take all of me to the smaller dicked man.  The Top isn’t impressed.  He pisses two short blasts all over the pig’s face.  The pig goes back to his cock and sucks like a man possessed.  The Top now uses his hand—or sometimes the back of his hand—to get the pig to change who he is sucking.  Back and forth he goes.

We get the pig in the sling.  It’s my turn to piss—all over the newly exposed ass crack.

“Fuuuuck…” the pig croons.

“Hot,” the Top says and pushes into the pig’s hole with no other lube but piss.

“Argh!”  grunts the pig, but he takes it.  I grease up my bigger cock up with some J-Lube.  The Top pulls out.  I shove in.  He groans again, but is silenced by the Top’s cock, fresh from his ass, filling his mouth.

We work him like this for a long tim.  Fuck his mancunt and fuck his mouth.  The second time I’m in his mouth, I give him some piss down his throat.  He gurgles happily, as the room is filled with the slapping of thighs on wet flesh.

The Top grabs the smallest toy he sees on the table.  He lubes it and works it into the pig.  He adds his cock.  The pig howls—in ecstasy.  I take a turn.  It’s a tighter fit for me.  But it feels great to have tightened him down.

A second toy is employed.  Slightly bigger.  We still manage to get our dicks in alongside it.

Toy three—a butt plug— is fine for the Top—but painful for me.  I go back to pissing in the pig’s mouth…

We get him up.  I tell him to bend and clean the Top’s cock.  I stand behind him and piss down his ass crack.  And plow him the moment I am on the last spurt.  He feels my cock shooting its piss deep into his already puffy hole.

I pull out and turn him for the Top to fuck as the pig lick my cock clean of every drop of piss and ass juice.

The Top gets him to rest his chest on the sling.  His fist glides into the pig.  Over and over.  I piss on the wrist of the hand buried in him.

I take a turn too.  My left goes in easily.

We get him off the sling and bend him over again.  I strip off the filth jock.  I push it up his hole.

And piss on it…until it falls out, a wet, sodden mess.

Back in the sling we do our cocks and our hands.  Then the two together.  Soon it’s his hand, my cock.  He loves squeezing my meat with his greasy hand, firmly encased in a hot ass.

We move to the flat bench I brought.  The Top lets me take over.  I fist the pig like I have never been able to do before.  He’s been working with those toys and there is so much more room for my hand.  I slip one in easily—and add a finger or two from my right hand.

“Eat my ass.”

I look at the Top.  I’m not surprised, but kind of pleased.  He gets on all fours on the flat bench.  I tongue him.  The pig greases his hand.  He knows more than I do; the Top is very versatile.  I open his hole with my tongue and leave it very wet.  The pig has his tiny hand in the Top in no time at all.  We alternate.  His small hand.  My medium.  Back to small, then to me.  I am hard as a rock fisting this man.  I stick my cock in him.  The pig’s hand slides down my shaft and right inside.  He jerks my dick inside the top, who gives off the hottest guttural moan…

****

We need to get off.  The Top needs to go back to work.  “Let’s DP him.”

I shrug and lie on the swinging bench—right at the edge, my legs hanging out of the way.  The pig impales himself on my cock.  The Top pushes in.  His cock head pushes into the abused hole.  It’s one of the best DP’s I’ve ever felt.  This time it actually feels as good as it must look.

I really want to cum this way—something I have never done—feeling my own cum coat another cock inside an ass.  But it doesn’t happen.

We get the pig in the regular sling.  I get off in him easily after just a few strokes.  I fill him with cum—and another piss load.

The Top slurps some out and swallows.  He stands up and pushes in…and shoots a massive load in the pig’s juicy hole.

*

Next Time:  The Fate of the Jock

A Pig in His Pen

Amish Country, Indiana—April, 2018

I have a number of men I see only occasionally, but I still consider them regulars for the play picks up from where we last left off.  Such is the man who I first met by “raping” him at his farmhouse in the middle of the all those cornfields.  I had last used him in October with another leather top.  (You can find all our meets by hitting “farmhouse” in the label cloud.)

He wrote me out of the blue.  He told me he had been playing with some large toys for the last few months and wanted to show off his muscle hole to me.  He was sure that my hand would now fit into his slender ass with no problem.  While he had a good basement playroom, I decided to take my fuck bench and rimseat, to add to his sling and tableful of toys.

He was very quiet when I arrived, with barely a mumbled hello.  He helped carry things down to the basement.  I did the set up as it’s simply faster than telling another person what piece I need next.  And the boy was fine with being on his knees, head down, gazing at the floor.  I stripped down to the jock I am making filthy for a reader in Canada.  It is discolored and reeks of piss and sweat.  We started play with my grabbing the back of his head and bringing his face and open mouth onto the yellowed pouch of the jock…

“Get it wet,” I tell him.  “Make all those juices come back to life.”

He hungrily does what I ask.  His tongue runs over the rough fabric.  The smell is totally intoxicating him.  My cock grows in the pouch as he mouths me ravenously.  It finally protrudes.  I move his head so he can lick the head of my dick.  I squeeze my balls and give him a drop of pre-cum to add to the flavors in his mouth. 

Now he’s sucking me properly.  All the way to the root every time.  He holds himself down on me, with me filling his throat—daring himself to finally choke.  He never does.  He pulls off me each time with strand after strand of deep spit.  My fingers wipe some off his chin.  My now slick fingers fuck his mouth.

“Get up on the bench.”  He does—pushing his jock framed ass towards me.  I unleash a huge stream of piss.  I play it up and down his ass crack.  He’s mumbling something I can’t make out.  When I run out of piss, I get on my knees and begin rimming his hole.  I don’t clean him up much—I just push some piss into his hole.

“Fuck that piss into me,” he whimpers.  “Fuck me.”

I ignore him and keep licking and spitting.  Finally, I stand up and enter him.  Not particularly gently.  “Take it.”

“Yes, Sir.  Fuck me with that big dick!”

He feels great.  He’s very wet—from me and his own lube.  I swear his ass lubricates just by sucking my dick.  I pull out of his hole.  This is the reason I wanted the bench.  I want easier ass to mouth than the sling provides.  He hungrily sucks me clean and asks for more.  I go back to his hole and fuck a few more strokes. 

I bring it back to his face again and again.  I leave his hole frothy—as if he has a cumload already in him.  Some days that might be true, but I don’t think it is today.  The last time I bring his ass juices to his mouth, I find I can piss a little more—so I feed him a couple of spurts as a reward for being a good boy.

I fuck him another round, but add the egg-headed dildo first.  His ass takes the toy and me easily.

I stop fucking.  I grab a paddle and start softly warming his ass cheeks with it.  They grow from white to pink to very red…and very warm to the touch when I switch to my hand.  I chug Gatorade between each blow.  When his ass is crimson, I tell him to get off the bench and under the rimseat. 

I lower the toilet seat, framing his face.  I stand astride his chest.  “Open your mouth.”  He does.  I shoot a stream of very clear piss straight into his mouth.  He gurgles happily, trying desperately to swallow fast enough.  He can’t—he gives up and enjoys having some of it cascade over his goateed chin. 

I sit on his wet face and tell him to eat my hole.  The warmth of the piss feels great on my ass as he starts to eat me out.  I crack open the fresh bottle of Jungle Juice he always has for me when he knows I’m coming.  I know it opens my hole for him.  He grunts and moans and mumbles again as he uses his tongue to give me pleasure.

 I keep drinking as he rims me.  I want to feed him a load truly direct from the tap.  I finish the bottle and move to stand up.

“Take another hit, Sir.” 

I settle back down and uncap the poppers once more.  It’s my turn to moan as he seems to spear me with his tongue…

*****

He’s in the sling. 

I fuck him. 

I use a medium sized toy on him—hating the nasty pinkness of its “flesh” coloring.

I fuck him.

I use an ass tunnel.  It goes in easily…and I enjoy my cock popping through the open end of it deep into his guts.

I let his legs rest by getting him out of the sling.  He goes to his knees and I feed him the fresh piss load.  This time he swallows every drop.

Only then does he get back in the sling and my hand replaces my cock.

He takes my left hand easily.  A little longer for my slightly bigger right hand to snap into his hole.

I try to work my cock in with my hand…but back off that idea.

I settle for a stretch of my left in him and four fingers of my right gliding over my wrist and up into his wet hole.

Again and again.

But I am running out of time—we’ve been playing for a couple of hours now.

I pull my hands out and stroke my dick back to full hardness.

I breed him quickly.

And tell me to keep my seed in him all night.

Eating Ass and Drinking Piss...Plus One

Northwest Indiana—October, 2017

(This post picks up immediately after the previous one…)

I fuck Marc on the bed for another moment—then he rolls away and says…“You’re fun and you’re hot.  I want to run something by you…”

“Sure.”

“This morning I got an email from some local pig.  He says he’s into everything.  I told him I had my playtime covered.  Now I’m wondering if we should use him together.”

“If you want, sure.”

“Let me find a picture of him…”

“If you thought he was hot, I’m fine,” I tell him truthfully.  “Do you need to contact him?”

“Naw, I was pretty sure you’d answer just the way you did.  He expects us in an hour.  Let’s get dressed.”

We grab a sandwich and take off in his rental car.  It isn’t until the GPS directs us into the middle of a corn field that I’m pretty sure I know the pig in question.  It’s the man who had me “rape” him by climbing through his farmhouse window and who I later met and flogged in his rather dark basement.  We turn up his twisty drive.  I tell Marc that I know this guy—and we are all a great match.  I squeeze his tented crotch as we park in the rather cluttered yard.

This time we are let in at the side door.  The man, short and compact leads us downstairs.  His sling hangs from the rafters.  There are two tables—one laden with toys and one empty.  The floor is tarped. The sub apologizes that he is not quite done with his clean out and hopes that we can amuse ourselves for a moment.

“Come here,” says Marc to the sub and points to his feet.  The man kneels.  Marc takes out his cock.  “Drink my piss, boy.”

The sub instantly takes Marc’s cock into his mouth.  He is treated to a blast of piss—a great mix of our combined fluids.    I undo my fly, too.  I really want to piss down his throat before I get fully hard.  The sub has finished the piss and is lovingly suckling Marc’s dick to full hardness.  I need to piss now.  I step up and wet Marc’s cock with a short blast.  This sends the sub into overdrive.  He cleans him thoroughly.  I do it again.  The sub licks Marc dry.  My final blast goes right into the sub’s mouth.  He knows to keep his tongue out of the way and just let the full force power wash his mouth and throat.

I peter out.  “Now go finish up,” I tell him and he scurries back upstairs.

Marc and I strip.  We add our chaps—my leather ones and his Neoprene with a red stripe.  We both put our boots back on and add a harness.  Marc checks out the sling.  “Do you think this is hung tall enough for us?” he asks.

“One way to find out.”

And Marc hops in.  My cock sways above him.  I would have to do deep knee bends to fuck him.  He gets out and we raise it.  He gets in again.  My piss wet cock pokes right on his puffy ass lips. 

“Fuck me, stud.”

I don’t just stick it in.  I want to taste his hole again.  I kneel and stick my tongue up him.  He groans and tells me he can’t wait for my dick once more.  I stand up and plow it into his hole.  He grunts.  I do a slow pull out—and a much faster re-entry.  My hips slam against his butt.  It sounds loud in the confines of the basement.   We fuck.  Noisily.  And right in front of the sub who has returned.

“Get down here,” I direct, pointing to under the sling.  I know he’ll know what I want as I slow the speed of the fuck.   And he does.  His mouth and tongue are all over the underside of my dick on every back stroke.  He stays there for a while, savoring the precum and ass juices.  Then he concentrates on my balls.  This is harder to coordinate.  I bat him away with the back of my hand.  He comes up and around and starts eating my ass.  He is letting his tongue spear me each time as I pull out of Marc’s butt.  Finally, I step aside and push the sub’s face into Marc’s wet ass.  I kind of hate that phrase in bad porn writing of ‘he ate hole like a starving man,’ but there is no other way to describe it.  He does.  He grunts his pleasure and goes about it so intently Marc finally has to stop him as it is beginning to hurt.

“You need to be in the sling,” Marc says.  He swings out and we toss the sub in.  We each get an ankle in the stirrups.  Marc fucks him first.  It’s amazing to watch that huge PA disappear into the puffy hole of the sub.  Yeah, he’s puffy and we haven’t even started.  I stand at the head of the sling.  I cover his face and mouth with yet another stream of piss, then stick my cock into his gasping mouth.

We switch. 

I fuck him and Marc twists the sub’s nipples. 

I fuck him and Marc slaps the sub’s balls.

I fuck him and Marc all but pulls the sub’s balls off his body.

And the sub can’t get enough.

We switch.

Marc fucks for a minute, then begins pulling his balls again.  This time towards him.  I piss again, covering the chest of the man in the sling—letting the last spurt go into his mouth.  I look down at Marc—he has shoved the balls of the sub into the man’s ass.  I watch as Marc pushes his dick in there, too.  Fuck!  It’s really hot to watch. 

It’s even hotter when the balls stay in place and it’s my turn to fuck.  My bigger cock crushes them against his ass walls.  I don’t fuck for long— for they work out as my cock moves over them.

“Let’s open you up good.”  Marc murmurs.

Marc is too tall to fist him in the sling.  That’s what the other table is for.  It’s high enough that with the sub on his knees Marc doesn’t have to bend.

I watch the ease with which he opens him up.

And in truth—I’m fading a little.  I’ve been having sex since 2pm and it’s now after 10pm.  I find a seat and watch the sub get it now on his back and then back to all fours.  Marc offers me a turn—but I pass.  I have become a happy spectator.

Well, even happier when I feed the sub my last piss load…

Back to the Farmhouse

Amish Country, IN—August, 2016

I picked up an additional job at the end of summer, taking me back into Amish country.  I immediately wrote the pig with the terrific playroom in his farmhouse’s basement.  He was all for a meet.  I dropped my things at my motel, ate a light dinner and went to ravage him.

He was stoked.  He gets very little play from the Amish men in the area.  He knew 48 hours before I was there.  So he fasted.  He cleaned out.  He was so ready to take my tongue, my cock and my fist…

He’s in the sling.  Blindfolded.  I make my way down the dark stairs and stare at the spread-eagled ass in front of me.  I undo my belt noisily.  I take in his black and red harness.  The fully mounded pouch of his white jock—chosen so it will show my piss.  I pause after I pop the top button of my jeans.  I can’t help myself.  I kneel and stick my tongue as deep as I can into his hole.

“Argh!  Fuck, yeah.”  His breath quickens.  “Eat me out.  Yeah—just like that.”

I stand up and pull my dick out.  I hose his ass crack down.  It sluices down his ass cleft and splatters on the towels laid out on the concrete below.  I hunker down and clean him up with my tongue.  I grab a tiny (for him) dildo from the table.  I grease it as I lick his hole some more.  I stand up and insert the toy.  Roughly.  To keep him full as I finish undressing.

I take a long drink of a Gatorade he has thoughtfully set out for me under the toy table.  I look at the huge collection of ass toys he inserts up this butt himself when he can find no one else willing to play.

I get naked but for my jock and put the boots back on.  I have worn the jock I am filling with my juices for a blog reader.  It is pretty rank.  I walk to the head of the sling.  I bend his head my way and press the pouch into his open mouth.  He chews the fabric like I have just given him a delicacy.  He can’t get enough.

“Get it good and wet.”  I tell him I that after our fuck, I want to press it up his cum filled pussy—to soak up all our juices for my reader.

“That’s so hot.  You should make one for me.”

I pull the pouch aside and let him have my dick. 

But head with a guy in as sling is almost always a bad angle.

I go back to his ass and slide the dildo out.  My cock is wet enough to go right in.  I fuck him.  Long deep strokes.  I fuck him hard. 

I feel something change.  I pull out.

He is spectacularly dirty.  Not just a little.  I get the blindfold off him and he runs up the stairs.  I clean at the laundry tubs in the corner.

He’s gone forever.  Finally, I hear slow footsteps coming down the stairs.

“I over cleaned,” he tells me.  “I used too much water—all trapped in the upper chamber.  It’s started a whole new cycle—I won’t be clean for hours.”

I regretfully pack and leave.

*****

But I’m horned.  What do I do?  I know I won’t get anyone to my country hotel.  I head to South Bend and go to the biggest of the cities bookstores.

It’s a week night. And late when I get there.  The arcade is almost deserted.

I find a grey haired Daddy stroking to bi porn.  We trade blow jobs.

“I really want you to fuck me.”  But in the next breath he tells me he isn’t prepared.

We take a break. 

Eventually I swallow his load.

*****

I sit alone in a booth.  Door unlocked.  Stroking to a gay gangbang movie.

There is no one.

The door finally opens.  A middle- aged Black man.  In good shape.  He’s relieved to see someone actually in the arcade—and with a big cock.  He drops his shorts—taking them all the way off and tossing them on the couch.  His cock is hard.  His foreskin is big enough that it still covers the cock head with his cock erect. 

It goes into my mouth.  Work as hard as I can with my tongue, I can’t get it to retract.  But there’s no odor or taste.  I redouble my efforts.

I am sucking him towards orgasm quickly.

“Stop,” he pants.  “I want to taste yours, too.”

He gives me some good head—but it gets him even hotter.  He pulls off me with a hissed “I’m cumming.”

He stands up and I dive for his cock.  There are no spurts.  It all collects in his foreskin.  My tongue works on his extra skin until most of his seed drips out of his tight opening and onto my tongue.

*****

I never did get off that night.

But I felt worse for my host with his limited play options.

If you haven’t read about him in Forced Entry or Flogging, Fucking and Fisting at the Farmhouse, I have linked them here:  F. Entry  & FFF@F.