Loading a Ginger Pig for Others to Enjoy

 My Playroom—June, 2022

I am a planner when it comes to sex.  I like to know ahead of time when and where—whether I am going to someone’s place or the man/men are coming here.  I am not a good guy for that late night text of:  “I’m horny—u still up?”

But that statement is not in stone.  A man let me know he would be driving home from the west side of the state (after a slutty weekend in Saugatuck, I assumed) and was wondering if I was available on Sunday morning.  He let me know that he was a friend of the man who you all know as the Fluid Pig. 

My balls churned a little.  Yes, I could be available.  We set a time the next morning after he got up.  He asked if I was good with a cummy hole—as there was a man who wanted a quick pump and dump a few miles before he got to me.  I assured him I was.  But the pump and dump guy cancelled as Ethan got to his town.  He was at my door ahead of schedule.

Ethan is mid-40’s, maybe 5’ 10” or so and in good shape.  He is a ginger cub.  He greets me with “I was always told by Fluid Pig (well, he said his name) to look you up if I was ever over this way.”  I show him down to the playroom to strip off.  I go back to my bedroom to shed my clothes.  I walk back in on him naked—and stroking to the porn on the big screen television...

 

I hang my robe on the door knob.  “Get on your knees and get me fully hard.”  I had not been hard at all until I walked in.  He is hot.  And eager.  I lean against the fuck bench, my cock mounding in a piss stained jock strap.  He is all over me the moment his knees hit the padded floor.  His breath is hot through the porous fabric.  He starts to tongue me through the pouch.  My cock engorges and pushes out the side.  His mouth finds me.  He moans softly as he takes me into his mouth. Then he pulls off me, freeing the rest of my cock from the tangle of fabric.

“He said you were big—well, fuck…”

He swallows me down.  Fully.  Choking himself on purpose—so I can feel his throat constrict.   He comes up for air, then works his active tongue into my piss slit.  He murmurs something unintelligible as he licks out my precum.

“Let me taste your ass.”  I motion for him to get up on the bench.  He does, displaying the mounds of his butt cheeks.  I kneel and dive in.  His hole has not been used before me, but it is gaping slightly from his weekend of fun.  I tongue him.  He begins to pant.  I spit and poke it into him.  And again.

“Fuck me with that big dick.”

I spit once more, stand up and push the helmet head in.  He groans—all passion, no pain.  I sink in slowly, inch by inch.

I barely hold a moment before he commands me to fuck him hard.

I do.  Hard enough to make the legs of the bench make a clanking sound

“Let me taste it!”

No question about ass to mouth here.  I pull out and let him slobber all over my ass flavored cock.  He moans.  I pull out, drool some additional spit down onto my cock and shove it back up his ass.

“Yes,” he croons.  “The harder the better.”

I fuck.  He cleans me.  I fuck some more.

“Fuck…” he groans as I pull out of his ass once more.  “You’ve made me cum twice.”

I do love giving my men assgasms. 

I know this is can’t be a long session as he has to get home.  I ask how long he has as we switch to the sling.

“I have two more stops before home—and they both love a cummy hole.”

“Then they’ll have one.”

I take a picture of his fucked ass.

And another of me eager to get back in.

I fuck him first this time.  And eat his ass out after. 

My cock goes back in for another hard drilling. 

This time I let him crane his head around and clean me up.  He savors his ass juices.

“Feel free to use those toys if you want,” he tells me.

I grab the trusty egg headed dildo. 

He takes it easily.  I fuck him with it.  I go back to my dick inside him, holding the toy up so he can see what he took.  He grabs his cock and jerks himself.  “Fuck, yes!”  He shoots.  A nice sized load.  “Keep going,” he pants.  “Don’t stop.”

But I do.  To mop up the load with my hand, cover my cock and pump it into him.  He groans, looking up into the mirror above him as he watches my cum coated cock slide into him.  I fuck him, frothing his cum.  I pull out and lick it all up.  I stand and lean over him.  He opens his mouth and I drool his cum into his mouth.  He is rock hard—still.

I re-lube up the toy with his own juices.  “Put that back in my mancunt.”  I turn it slightly as it slides in.

I stand up looking him right in the eye.  “You’re gonna be double fucked.”  I push the toy down.  My cock goes in with it.  Latex on one side of me and flesh on the other.  It’s a great feel.  I pump him hard.

He groans louder this time—his hole stretching, before he moans out “So full…”

“You want my seed?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I pull out and take the toy out.  I don’t want any of my cum to be wasted on it.  I plow back in.

“You going to let the other guys know you have my load inside you?”  I start pumping, our eyes locked.

“Yes, sir.  They love my ass to be used.” 

I pick up the speed of my fuck.

“You’re going to get a gut full.”

“Please,” he pants.  “Give it to me…”

That does it.  I am over the edge.  I grab the sling frame and hang on.  I shoot a good five or six spurts into him.  He grabs his cock, strokes and manages to shoot again as I stay deep inside him.  I pull out carefully to keep my load in place.  I bend and lick up his jizz—and go to my knees.  I reverse felch—pushing his load into his ass along with mine.

“That should give them some fun,” I say as I help him out of the sling and back on the road…

Here is a link to the last time I saw the Fluid Pig.  Hit his label at the end of the post to see others of his pervy fucks

Loading the Fluid Pig

Lansing—January, 2020

Finally the day came to meet with the Fluid Pig.  We had agreed to meet in the half bookstore/half bathhouse venue.  I went a little early.  I wanted to see if I could collect any other loads, to put up his super hungry hole.

The place is now even larger.  There are areas, usually with couches, for watching straight, gay and trans videos.  There are now two slings, a new room of open booths for sucking and a new bondage table.  There are still gloryholed booths with doors, a cage and all sorts of dark corners to play in…

The parking lot is jammed.  The cashier tells me “It’s happy hour for your cock.”  I’ve hit a two hour special discount afternoon.  I am happy to pocket the extra money.  I stow my coat in a locker.  I make the circuit.  Lots of men.  All ages and types.  Maybe so many men no one is settling down to play.  I stay in the small room that used to show bisexual videos.  Today it’s three men on a girl.  I sit in the chair I usually use and unbutton.  There is a new padded platform next to me.  Next to the screen is the door to the new, slightly darker room with open cubicles for sucking.

I stroke.

A man sucks my cock…but not for long.  He is sure something better/bigger/younger/uncut must be here and hurries back into the milling crowd.

I stroke.  I watch a daddy go into the dark area.  He stays.

Soon another goes in.

I follow.  We stand and look each other up and down—all three of us leaning against a different wall.  Fuck it.  I kneel.  Hard cocks are out and take turns in my mouth.  The one I’m not sucking, slaps the back of my neck.  Once we try for both dicks at once.  I choke.  They love it. 

One man is close, the other not so much.  I take the load. They both zip up and thank me.  I take a new condom out of the foil and spit the load into it.  It’s not huge, but nice and viscous.

I play orally a little more—both sucking and getting sucked.  I turn down one offer to fuck, as I want to save that for the Fluid Pig.

The Fluid Pig at my house a few years ago.

He arrives soon enough, a little later than he thought—but with a load in his ass.  We walk around—the Fluid Pig is impressed with the play space.  He sucks me in a very public area.  Men stop the milling and watch—but no one joins us. 

Finally I can’t stand it.  I need to taste his ass.  And fuck it.  We use the sling in the corner, the one that has a low wall in front of it that men can come around and join us—or watch from the other side.  He strips down and hops in.  I lick his hole.  The kid that fucked him blew it fast he tells me—and not that deep.  My tongue finds it easily. 

I slurp some, loudly, out of his ass.  I spit it back on his slightly open hole, my hands pulling his cheeks apart.  I stand up and fuck it back into him.

“I have more.”  I tell him about the two daddies I sucked on—and the one who gave me the load.  Balding, a little pudgy, but a nice cock.  I pull out the condom and drool the contents onto my cock.  I fuck it into him.

“Turn in inside out and stick it in me.  That’s way to use rubbers on me.”

I do just that.  I finger fuck him, my finger inside the latex, rubbing any jizz off the condom and into his ass.  I toss it into the wastebasket and slide my dick into him.  His hole is incredibly wet and juicy.  I fuck him.  Noisily.  Two men are drawn in by the sound and watch us from over the wall.  I pull out of his ass and bring my cum covered cock to his mouth.  “Clean me up.”  I tell him.  “I have more.”

It is cold enough outside that I have the 4 frozen loads from last week in the trunk of my car.  I go get them.  Once I’m back in, I show him the bulging condom.

I peel away the latex and press the frozen nugget of cum to his now slightly puffy ass lips.  He gasps at the cold, but his ass hungrily accepts it.  I poke it up his chute with my finger—and then with my hard cock.  I love the feeling of the cold against the tip of my dick.  His ass is so hot the cum is already melting and covering both of us.  I tell him about the Blond, the hot hat guy and the big dick.  “The first was this micro dicked guy—somebody you would never let fuck you—but you have his load anyway.”

This makes the Fluid Pig erect.  He strokes himself vigorously. 

A mid-40’s guy comes around the low wall.  He works the Fluid Pig’s nipples as I fuck.  He pulls out his cock and strokes himself as he rubs and tweaks.  I pull out and kneel.  I felch the melting loads oozing out of the Fluid Pig’s gape.  The guy sticks his dick near me.  I move from felching to sucking his cock. 

He stands stock still as I suck.  Silently, the guy gives me a load.  I clean him up and reverse felch it into the Fluid Pig.  I stand up and churn the loads in him as the guy leaves.

A bud I call the Tall One on here comes in.  He’s read my BBRT quick connect about what I was doing today.

“You wanna fuck him?”

He does.  All 6’4” of him.  I have the Fluid Pig clean my cock as I squeeze his nipples.  The Tall One fucks with great concentration. 

I spell him after a bit.  He is cleaned by the Fluid Pig, too.  He goes back up him when I pull out.
  

This time he loads him.  Silently.  Without a word.  But I can tell.  I can really tell after he leaves and I kneel to felch again.  I clean up any cum that is escaping, and fuck the rest deeper.

We take a break.  See what we can find on our own.  The Fluid Pig finds a couple and takes them into one of the booths with a door.  I let a cute college kid suck my dick, but don’t do much else.  The crowd in thinning.

When the happy Fluid Pig emerges, he tells me he had one in his mouth and one in ass.  We go back to the sling.  We both agree we should wind this up.  Back we go to the sling.

I taste the fresh load in his butt.  My cock begins to drip.  I am so ready.  I push into his cummy ass.  It feels amazing with all the loads being churned deep in his guts.  I fuck long strokes.  Strokes that make my hips slap his butt.  Hard.

I take a hit of poppers.  That’s it.  I explode.  My load spits out and mingles with all the other DNA deep inside the Fluid Pig…

“You Mean…I Get to Fuck Him Bare?”

Northwestern Indiana—January, 2020

So I got the plumped up condom from the last post home, tied off with a knot.  I taped it to a card and wrote the date on it and the number of loads.  I opened the computer and jotted a few things down about the sperm donors so I could whisper them into the Fluid Pigs ear as I loaded him.  But that was the middle of next week. 

I had a full weekend of play first—both sessions I will touch on here.  I have thought for the five weeks since I did it, how to write up the Sunday fisting session.  This was with a ginger haired friend of long standing.  And it really was all about opening his hole with my hands.  My dick got involved very briefly only at the top of the play. 

When I concentrate on just fisting, my erection goes away as I become so engrossed in what I am doing in his ass.  I know that exclusive fisting is not what most of my readers read me for, so I will simply say it was a long afternoon session (before he served me a delicious chicken soup that was simmering on the stove.)  My hands and toys gave him a great stretch and a number of internal orgasms.  I didn’t get off and that was just fine, for I had shot the day before with an orgasm that racked my body. 

So—Saturday.

Don and Reid, the couple opening their relationship, wanted to meet in a public play space.   We chose the bookstore that is a cinema on one side of the lobby and a gloryholed arcade on the other as it is sort of halfway between our two homes.   I got there first…

I am stroking in the cinema.  A really hot bisexual movie is playing.   A very timid Middle Eastern man comes in.  He continually steals glances at my dick, even though he is engrossed by the movie.  He occasionally adjusts his pants around his growing cock, but he never unzips.

He leaves—and moments later the guys come in.  We greet each other with hugs…and Don goes to his knees.  My cock is out, so he starts there, giving me excellent head.  Reid unzips and I cup his balls as his cock grows to full size.   I move Don over to his partner and let him take as much as he able down his throat.  It is so damn thick.  I go to my knees and lick the balls I had been gently squeezing.

Don pulls off Reid’s cock and, using his tongue, pushes it towards me.  We spend the next five minutes going back and forth licking and sucking every inch of that mammoth beauty.  The juicy head, the full balls, and finally just the shaft—one mouth on each side of it, going back and forth.

I have to get off my knees and stand.  Don dives for my dick and I stroke Reid’s wet shaft.

The curtain opens.  I can’t believe it.  Coming in is Ryan, the one-time blogger of Spreading My Legs.  He grins at me and gets his dick out.  He seems to recognize the guys.  I push Don’s head over to Ryan.

“Get his dick hard.”

He takes Ryan to the root and begins working his talented tongue on him.  I hunker down, giving my knees a break and suck on Reid.  Soon it is an oral free for all.  Reid lets everyone suck him as the three of us do him or each other.  We pump each other’s mouths.  We lick balls and cocks—and eventually I turn Don around and stick my tongue up his ass.  This makes Ryan stoop sucking on Reid so he can watch. 

I get Don’s hole nice and wet before I say “You need to taste this…” knowing just how much Ryan loves to eat ass.  He dives in.  Reid and I stroke, watching Don hold on to the low wall and grind his ass back into Ryan’s face.

I also make Ryan get my dick wet again.  With Ryan still on his knees, I fuck Don.   Ryan only stands up when he wants to get into Don, too.  I give way and let him fuck Don’s ass.  Reid smirks and calls his boy a slut, never stopping the stroking of his cock as he watches his boy be used.

Soon it is his turn.  He fucks Don—showing him no mercy.  I am busy cleaning Ryan’s cock, tasting of Don’s hot ass.

We break and go to the arcade side.  We scatter, Reid following a cute boy into a booth.  When I come out from taking a piss, Don finds me.  “Follow me.”  He leads me to the back booth.  We both go in.  He taps the wall.  A thick cock comes through it.  “Suck it—I have.”

I go to my knees and suck the disembodied cock.  I miss not being able to hold onto his nuts, but I do like not having a clue as to what the guy looks like.

I come up for air.  Don goes to the hole.  “Fuck me over here.”

And the guy is at our door in no time.  He’s cute, 30-something, and kind of beefy.  It’s a tight fit in the booth for three, but we make it work.  He drops his pants and I tell him to fuck Don—the only stipulation is that I get to clean his cock when he’s done.

“You mean…I get to fuck him bare?”

I nod.  Don, pants around his ankles, bends and holds onto the wall, jutting his full ass toward us.  The kid spits on his dick and plows into him.

It’s an energetic fuck.  No skill.  Just raw need.

In moments he is shooting his load.   I kneel.  When he pulls out, he sticks his cock in my mouth.  He grunts often, but lets me clean him. 

He stops pulling up his pants when he sees me bury my face in the freshly fucked hole.  “You are such a pig!”  he whispers.  “That is so hot.”

I tell him I loved the taste of his cum inside Don.

“Three day load,” he grins and takes off, swatting me on the back.

Don and I go back to the cinema side.  He strips and stows his clothes under the bench.  He kneels on two chairs and hangs on the back of a third.  There is a drip of cum leaking out of his ass.  I lick it up.  Now I can felch in comfort.  I lick out what feels to be a lot of load.  Most I push back in with my tongue.

Soon I am pushing the jizz deeper with my dick.  Ryan finds us.  He strokes—and cleans my cock when I pull out.  He tastes the frothy hole.  He is instantly rampant.  He fucks Don one more time.  I move around and feed Don my cock.  His angle is hard to truly spit roast him, but he tries hard.

This is too much for Ryan.  He grunts and shoots his load up Don.  I tell him to let Don clean his dick.  We change places.  The mingled two loads are leaking from Don’s well fucked ass.  I lick it up.

I fuck him.  His ass is gloriously wet with the two loads in him.

I build.

My balls erupt and I give him his third big load of the afternoon…

Another Cum Harvest

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