IML Sunday. New F-Buds and Old. The Old…

Chicago—May, 2016

(There are some pretty graphic pictures below…)

As soon as Dylan was gone, I got dressed and headed out for a sandwich.  On the way downstairs, I stopped at Jack and Joey’s room.  Joey let me in.  I found Jack naked, blindfolded and with hash marks on his ass.  He’d taken something like 6 loads from seven cocks.  The thought of that got me hard. 

Of course I tasted them and fucked in them.

And I invited them up to our 5pm playtime.

It was a good thing I did.  Our numbers were dwindling.  One guy had to work later on his IML shift.  Another had to work until the last minute and couldn’t clean out.  A top didn’t show.  Dylan couldn’t get back to us after all.  I knew it was bad, when Rod was feeling poorly and sent Brice without him.

But there was still plenty of fun to be had.

I am balls deep up Brice the moment he’s naked.  Marco had played with him while I was at the piss party.  Now it’s my turn to luxuriate in his warm hole. 

A knock on the door.  It’s Jack and Joey.  We regroup.  I get Jack in the sling.  I’m back to eating his loaded hole and fucking in it.  Marco and Brice can’t wait to see if Joey’s hole is really as “fistable” as I told them.  Marco starts working it.

One hand.  Then the other.  And both.  Brice snaps the pictures—and I keep fucking Jack.

The boys trade off.  Brice’s much bigger hands love the warmed up hole.  In no time he has both of his fists in the hole in front of him.

Jack needs a break.

It’s my turn up Joey.  I fuck.  I add my hand.  I stroke myself inside Joey.

This turns Brice on even more.  The moment I pull out, he’s hard and wants to fuck.  He does.  He fucks Joey until he loads him.

I want this cum.  I get Joey and his easy access ass on the rimseat.  He sits.  He stuffs his beginnings of a rosebud into my mouth.  The act of pushing out the cum also makes his bladder spasm.

“I’m gonna piss all over you.”  

As the cum drips into my mouth, his piss gushes all over my chest and the tarp below me. 

I eat and swallow.  Joey is shaking.  I finally have to stop.  We towel off and I see what Marco has done to Jack. He has tied him up in an intricate pattern of ropes.

I get behind him.  I am rock hard from the cum eating and blown out hole. 

I fuck my load into Jack.

I add a hash mark.

And we do one more stunt shot.  I have to contort my body, to keep my dick in Jack, while I stick a paw up both Marco on the left and Joey on my right.

And that was IML 2016.

A Picture Preview

I am going to take a night off from writing the rest of Sunday at IML.  Some of the pictures of it are still on their way to me.  And I need to sort through them all.  Here are a few of them that will give you some idea of our final, more extreme, play time with fuck buddies we know well.

Jack, bound by Marco, gets the fucking he needs.  That is Brice's hot cock behind us.

Joey gets my dick and my hand.

Fist and Fuck Party (con't): Joey and Roger

I was so involved with abusing Jack's hole, I paid little attention to what Roger was doing with Joey’s ass.  I would occasionally look over and note how deep Roger had gotten his small hands.  After I took a shot of my dick in Jack’s ass I snapped this series of pictures.

Notice the collection of toys off to the side which Joey had brought with him.  I really have no idea if they were ever used.

In no time Roger had both hands in him.

They moved to the bench when I moved Jack to the sling.

I spelled Roger, by fucking that well used hole.  His excellent muscle control still made for a tight fuck.

I went back to fucking Joey in the sling.  Soon we switched locations.

Roger now going for depth.

That used hole.  Just moments later, Roger cleaned off the excess Crisco, and asked if I wanted to eat it out.  Was he kidding?

It horned me enough to go back to Jack and think about cumming.  Roger shot all over Joey.  I shot deep in Jack's hole.

*****

This picture is out of sequence, but I love all the detritus left by our play.  The gas mask that had been used to intensify popper intake.  The beer bottle emptied by Joey so he could give me a bladder full of piss.  The rope which had secured Jack.  One of the dozens of towels about to be laundered. 

I once said that a clue to whether you were having a good sex session was indicated by the number of towels in the laundry.

That night, there was not a towel left in the room.

Abusing Jack's Hole

My Playroom—April, 2105

We’d talked about it for a long time—Jack and Joey making the trip to my playroom.  Then, in early April it became a reality.  “Use me as roughly as you want,” Jack told me.  I knew then that I needed to get someone else to keep Joey busy.  With the way Joey’s ass can open for hands and large toys, I knew I had to introduce Joey to Roger, my expert fisting roommate from CLAW. 

I set up the bondage frame on the base of the fuck bench.  It is a T shaped frame with convenient places to secure men.

The guys arrived.  I changed into my leathers; the other three wore designer jocks.  We trooped upstairs. 

Roger instantly pulls Joey to the bed.  I pay little attention to them as I fasten wrist and ankle restraints to Jack. 

“Get on the bench.” 

Jack does.  Only then do I add the leather blindfold.   He only hears the clip securing his ankles to the bondage frame. 

He can only feel the rope looped around the restraint and the padded bench holding him in place—all popper use now at my whim.

And I sit back on my haunches and contemplate that ass.

Jack is breathing heavily in anticipation.  I cock slap his ass crack.  My dick is meaty and heavy.  It thuds nicely on his upturned butt.

I am sure he is thinking I’ll fuck or rim.  I don’t.  I spank his ass.  Hard.  It turns bright red and is warm on my cock, when I return to slapping him with my swollen meat.

And then I’m in.  No foreplay.  Just some spit on my dick.  I pull out.  And only then do I tongue his abused hole.  I love the taste of the lube his hole has swiftly manufactured to ease the onslaught of my invading cock.  I eat it out and spit some back into his gaping hole.

I stand and insert fully.

I look over at Joey on the bed.  Roger already has both hands in him.  

I lean over Jack, feed him some of his poppers.  As I see them hit his body, I enter him again and fuck him as hard as I can.  A ball slapping, hip smacking ass fuck.  Loud.  And Jack vocalizes the pain and the pleasure of it in a drawn out, wordless sound—his head buried in the padding of the bench.

“Do you want the sling?” I ask Roger.

“Go ahead,” he tells me.  “We’ll move to the bench.”

I undo Jack. 

He stands rather unsteadily, but I’m there to support him.  I have him walk around a little—making sure the blood is flowing back to his extremities.  I get him in the sling.  I fasten his hands together below him.  It’s a picture that sums up what he likes perfectly.

And look at his ass lips:  Stretched.  Puffy.  Waiting for more cock.  Hoping for a load.

I work his nipples some.  But concentrate on fucking.  No finesse.  Just a brutal taking of his hole for my pleasure.

*****

We are back on the bench.  But Jack is secured to the T of pipes.  I am sitting on the bench behind him.  I pull him down onto my cock.  It’s an effective position.  I am deeper yet.  He has no control.  And I’ve never done it before…which makes my cock that much harder.

I fuck and Roger shoots more pics.

I decide I finally want some of Joey’s ass.  I plug Jack.  

I tie it in place and go fuck his partner, while Roger takes a breather on the bed. 

****

It’s time to send them home.  Roger has stretched Joey to the limit with hands and toys.  He shoots a load all over Joey’s chest.

I put Jack back in the sling.  I’m ready to breed him.  It’s definitely his turn for my load.  I fuck, eat, fuck and eat.

The feel of his puffy ass lips on my tongue sends me over the edge.  I just get my cock back into him to breed him deep.  I pull out…and look at the sperm ooze out. 

Tomorrow—the pictures of what Roger was doing to Joey.

A Jack and Joey Preview

Isn’t this an inviting ass? 

And those wrist restraints so he is totally at my whim...

I am trying to find time to write up a post about Jack and Joey coming for a visit to the playroom, but my summer schedule is working against me.

So to tide you over we have that picture of Jack’s ass above.

And here’s Joey—and no, those are not my hands…. 

Four Sinners on All Saints' Day

West Michigan—November, 2014

The very next day I was off to the west coast of Michigan for another play session with Jack and Joey.  Jack is slightly older than his partner.  He is a versatile bottom and more of a top, I think, when I’m not around.  At previous meets, he would top for a while and then offer me his ass.  As it was not a group situation tonight, I guessed I might be the only top. 

That didn’t prove to be quite correct.  As I set up the sling in the living room, Leather Top arrived (who had been at their big party—and who’d helped me work over a fisting bottom in my playroom.)  It was to be the four of us that night.  And it was a good mix.  I certainly fucked Joey, but most of my attention was on Jack.  I had not taken advantage of his love of being restrained since I’d met him and “forced” him to take my dick in the cab of his truck.   Leather Top is all about his fists—and his hands found a willing hole with Joey.

Jack and I are stripped and relaxing on the couch talking about nothing in particular.  The other two are having a cigarette on the back porch.  I look over to the back door, wondering if we should wait for them.  I feel a hand on the pouch of my jock.  Jack is ready.  He kneads my bulge which grows thicker and firmer.  I’m ready, too.  Jack slips to the floor.  He is dressed in nothing but knee pads and boots.  He is giving me expert head as the guys troop in from outdoors.  Leather Top strips down as he watches us; Joey goes into the bedroom and finishes wriggling into a pair of ass-less rubber shorts. 

The next few moments are all about all of us using our mouths.  The four of us sample the cocks on display.  With Joey’s dick hidden, I concentrate on getting his hole wet.

I bend Jack over, telling him to hold on to one of the sling stand poles.  He does, jutting his ass out towards me.  I rim my second hole of the night.  But not for long.  I stand up and insert the length of my cock into him in one long slide.  He grunts and tells me to fuck him hard.  I do.  I fuck him until we are making the sling frame bounce and rattle.

The other two on the couch pause and watch us go at it.  I pull out.  Jack turns and lovingly cleans my dick of his ass juices.  Joey stands up and presents his ass.  I slip into it and fuck him as Jack and LT exchange blow jobs.

Joey pulls off me and Jack cleans my dick again.  As Joey prepares to get his hole stretched on the couch, I get Jack into both ankle and wrist restraints.  The sling is hanging from only two of its four chains, so I blindfold Jack and clip him into place on the center support of the sling frame. 

This arches his back in a way I find irresistible.  I redden Jack’s ass with my hand.  When his ass is bright pink, I spit on my dick and enter him again as he hangs there.  He loves this.  He can’t move and I can use him anyway I want.

I fuck him hard.  Slow. Fast.  And slow again.

The back of my hand keeps his ass bright pink. 

I fuck him until I think I should give his arms a rest.  I undo him and let the blood return to his fingers.

Jack is ready for more.

I hook up the sling, but decide to let the guys use it.  Jack and I go upstairs to the big mattress on the floor—the alternate play area.  I have brought my home-made spreader bar with me.  It is nothing more than an 18 inch long pipe.  Rope is threaded through it and D clips are fastened on either end.  I have Jack lie on his back, his ass right at the edge of the mattress.  I hook the D rings of the ankle restraints onto the clips at either end of the bar.  If he were standing, he wouldn’t be able to bring his feet together.  On his back, I hand him the spreader.  It pulls his legs into the air.  I have him hold them tightly in place, the bar across his chest.  I can concentrate on his hole not on balancing his legs on my shoulders.

This fuck is different.  It is slow.  Intense.  Each time my cock pulls almost all the way out of his hole.  His ass clutches at the head, desperate to hold me inside.  I wait.  And plow into him again.  Slowly.  Letting him and his over-sensitized hole feel every inch as I push forward.  I am unrelenting in slowly grinding my entire length into him.

I pull out.  I take hold of the bar and, bending over him, hold it over his head.  This raises his ass high in the air.  I can’t support it for long, but I do a quick pile driving fuck that is almost straight down.  Everything about how I enter his hole is the opposite of what I have just done.

I stop myself on the brink of orgasm and we both take a break.  We go and watch Joey’s ass swallow LT’s fists.

*****

I fist Joey for a while.  At the end of my session, I leave my left hand in place.  LT is able to have his right hand slide down my wrist until Joey has both fists in place—one from each of us.  We entwine our fingers deep in his chute.

*****

Much later.

It’s time to get off.  Jack is in the sling.  He has his legs in the stirrups, but I have fastened his wrists together under the sling. 

I fuck.  He has to beg Joey for poppers.  I slow the fuck as Joey feeds them to his partner.  The moment the bottle is away from his nose, I start fucking in earnest.  I have just one mission now.  I want to blow a load up his ass. 

“Shoot in me.  Shoot in my fucked up hole.”

I am on the crest.  And then it totally ebbs away from me.  I’m trying too hard.   I kneel and stick my tongue in his abused hole.  I lick and spit.  And lick.  I swallow.

And I know that I will shoot the moment I stand up and fuck my cock back into him.

Party of Eight--Part Two

West  Michigan—September, 2014

(This picks up immediately following the last post.)

I ask the Young Bottom if I can taste the load in his ass.  He seems fine with that.  He kneels in a chair.  I bury my face between his full cheeks.  It’s a big load, seeping out.  I clean him up.

“Put your cock in him.”  It’s Joey, from across the room.

The Young Bottom looks over his shoulder at me.  I pull back and look at him, questioningly.  He slowly nods, unsure and wary.  I stand up.  My cock head slips in.  I have left enough cum in him so he feels amazing. The jizz in his ass is so slippery I have half my dick in him before I know it…

“Please---fuck, no!”

The Young Bottom pulls forward, his back arching up as much as he can in the over-stuffed chair.  My cock flops out.

“I can’t take that.”

I just kneel back down and eat some of the load my flared cock head has pulled out of his ass.  I thrust my tongue in as deeply as I can.  He squirms and moans into the fabric on the back of the chair.

Joey comes over.  “Try the sling.” He strokes the boy’s head tenderly. “You’ll be more comfortable.”

We do just that.  But the Young Bottom can’t seem to relax and is too nervous.  I get him out of the sling and go on to fuck Jack, sharing him with The Talker, once he can get hard again.

When we take a breather, I notice Joey and the Young Bottom are not in the room.  I assume they are out smoking—but then I hear groans from upstairs.  My cock leads me up the stairs—and swells when I see what I going on.

Joey is lying under the rimseat.  The Young Bottom is sitting on it, squirming in pleasure and being very vocal about the tonguing he is receiving.  He has also become quite verbal—telling Joey to get that tongue deep into his hole—to eat out the last of the load.

I watch and stroke.

I kneel between Joey’s legs.  His jock is bulging—he is rock hard eating the boy out.  I grab his knees and get them to my shoulders.  I inch forward and my rampant cock pushes into his asshole.  I hear him grunt.  Joey must have driven his tongue deeper into the Young Bottom for he grunts at the same moment.  I am in all him all the way.  My pubes smash into his butt.  

I fuck Joey hard.  It must not slow his tongue down for the Young Bottom is telling him how good it feels.  Then he focuses his eyes on me and tells me to plow his friend.  “Seed him, man.  Give him a load, too.”  It’s a hot moment, but there is no way I’m cumming yet. 

I fuck until my knees get a slight case of rub burn.  We switch around.  I lie down under the seat.  The Young Bottom sits back down.  His hole is so wet with saliva, ass lube and the remnants of the cum.  I dig in.  I get lost in the smooth skin of his young flesh.  I have to stop stroking—this is getting me close—and I’ll be damned if I’m going to jerk out a load.  When my hand leaves my cock, it stands straight for a moment, cooling in the air.

And then Joey sits on it.  He glides into place in one easy stroke.  I reach behind him and twist my balls.  I need to make sure I don’t blow at just the idea of the two hottest asses in the house on my cock and face.  I let Joey do the work at first, but soon I’m thrusting up into him.  I love hearing the smack of my hips against his sweaty flesh.

“Switch with me,” says Joey.  I’m pretty sure he’s not talking to me.  “You’ll be able to take him when you’re in control.”  From having both my tongue and cock buried deep in ass, I suddenly have neither as they stand up at the same time.  The guys switch.  Joey sits right down.  I love that he’s giving me his ass direct from my cock.  I plunge my tongue into him. 

The Young Bottom takes a moment to think about it, but in moments I feel him kneel on either side of my hips and thighs.  And it works.  With him in control, he has no problem taking me to the hilt.  He can only say “Jesus” as he hits the full length, but he starts bouncing on it instantly.  The boy has talent.  He’s squeezing me on each upstroke.  These two asses are pushing me over the edge.  I am sure I will shoot in a matter of moments.

But the Talker walks into the room.  I can’t see him, but I can hear him.  My potential orgasm disappears.  The Talker does contribute more than bad dialogue—he stands astride my chest and shoves his cock into Joey’s mouth.

We are happy pigs.  The Young Bottom is in the groove with my cock.  He can’t get enough—and tells me so.  Almost on every stroke.  I feel the Talker turn and feed the boy for a while.   We stop only when the Young Bottom’s legs need a break.

But I can’t stop.  I get up and push the boy onto the air mattress.  He lands on all fours, guessing just what I want.  I push into his ass…and blow the load that has been building all this time. 

“Oh, fuck, Daddy.  Fill me up.”  I am moaning directly into his ear.  And still shooting. “That is so hot.”  I hold on to him and tell him to milk every drop.  He does.  I only pull out of him so Joey can have a taste of my cum in this young, wet ass.

The rest of the evening was all about fisting Joey.  Having lost the coin toss to go first, I watched Leather Top open him up with his expert technique.  

I was able to get hard again that night.  All it took was for me to sink my hand into Joey’s ass alongside Leather Top’s big mitt.  I slid along his wrist until we were palm to palm and we could clasp our fingers deep in the man hole.

Party of Eight--Part One

West Michigan—September, 2014

The first part of September became all about a number of excellent sex parties and bathhouse visits.  I finally had the time to travel—so I got of town every chance I could.  The first place I went was back to Jack and Joey’s.  They were the couple who had invited me (along with my fuck bud Ryan) to ravage their holes back in March.  You may remember the illustrated entries “Four Pigs” or “Four Pigs—Toys, Fists andCum.”  Well, they were throwing a sex party and hoped I’d bring the back the sling.  I said I’d be there—and packed the rimseat as well.

I set up the sling in their living room.  The rimseat I took to the steeply gabled room upstairs where a huge air mattress dominated the space. 

And then I waited.

And waited

Eventually the cast assembled:

Jack—the older of the two hosts.  He might be in his middle 30’s but more likely has just hit 40.  He has a sizable dick, but lately prefers to get fucked.  It you restrain him first, he’s happier.

Joey—the other host.  He’s 8 to 10 years younger.  His job buffs him up.  He has one of the best self-trained holes I know. 

Leather Top—A former title holder who now lives in this area.  He’s the only other man I know at this gathering—he’d come to my playroom to fist Fritz, the guy who’d paid for my time.  He’s a fit  50 plus and dressed in his hides.

The Talker—he’s a top and in his early 30’s.  And let’s everyone know it.  Because he won’t stop talking.  Ever.  Usually I can shut guys up by putting my dick in their mouth---but he is not blessed with any oral skills.  Sometimes his fuck commentary is hot—often it’s like bad porn.

Safe Sex Guy—He says he’s a top and has to fuck safe.  The best body there—a perfect chest, furry in just the right places.  Late 30’s, dark blond.

Mr. “I Usually Top”—He’s 10 years younger than me with dark cropped hair covered by a ball cap.  He’s about my height, but he’s a much more solid man with a barrel chest.  He made the announcement the moment I confirmed my profile name:  “I usually top, but I decided to bottom when Jack said you were coming.”

The Young Bottom.  A late arrival, he’s a young man from their area who Joey and Jack have been training to take dick and toys.  He’s barely 24, with a greasy A-shirt and jeans vibe—as if he’d gotten horny while changing the oil in his junker.  Jack assures me I will love his ass.  “He saw your picture and said you were too big, but I bet he’ll take you,” Jack smirks.

The group never quite seems to get settled.  They smoke outside.  They drink.  Joey goes off to pick up the young bottom from across town.  Finally I have the Talker and I Usually Top in the same room.  I kick off my jeans.  They follow suit.  I retie my boots, leaving my jock on.  I kneel and suck on the Talker.  I get my first taste of his running monologue as he tells me how to suck his dick and how he’s going to fuck me.  He reaches around behind me to try and feel my hole.  I bat his hand away and move over to Mr. IUT, who is stroking a fatter than average cock.  We exchange blow jobs as others troop in from the smoking area.  Soon Leather Top is working Safe Sex Guy’s nipples, while Jack plays with the Talker.  Things settle down and the sexual temperature goes up.

I get IUT in the sling.  I eat his ass.  He strokes his own cock.  “Fuck me raw,” he tells me.  “I want to really feel you in my ass.”  I just keep eating.  I want to make sure he’s good and wet.  I stand up.  My cock head pokes at his pucker.  Once.  Twice.  He opens the third time. 

“Ah!”

I just hold it in place.  I refuse to pull out.  He begins a rocking motion in the sling that impales me inch by inch as I stand still.  Safe Sex Guy is watching and stroking as he lets guys chew on his nips and lick his balls.  I am almost all the way in.  I push—the tiniest thrust—and I am balls deep.  It’s all it takes for IUT to plead with me to fuck him hard.  I do.  His cock is drooling buckets as I pummel his ass.  I scoop up some and smear it on my dick.  When I tell him what I’ve done, he pre-cums even more. 

I slow and pull out.  I offer his ass to Jack.  IUT wants every cock in the room now.  And tells them so.

Jack goes first.  The sexual tension builds.  We all watch the second raw cock slide into this occasional bottom.

The Talker goes next.  His chatter becomes hotter when he’s actually fucking raw in a hot ass.

Safe Sex Guy condoms up.  But his cock wilts the moment his latexed head touches the hole where three of us have been.  He goes back to nip play with the leather top. 

I slide back in.  I fuck hard against his full thighs.  The sound of fucking fills the living room.

Joey and the young bottom arrive.  

The young one takes one look at my cock.  He turns away with a “No way” and starts to suck every dick in the room.

I get IUT out of the sling.  He hands me his flogger.  I have him hold onto the frame.  I flog him briefly, but there are too many people around to do it properly and safely.  I suggest he lie face down in the sling with his feet on the floor.  I can fuck him and can use the flogger lightly on him at the same time.    I stop when he tells me he may cum.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the talker go from rimming the Young Bottom, to slipping his cock into him.  I really want to be in there…

I fuck I get restraints on IUT’s wrists.  I unhook the sling and truss him to the top of the frame.  He stands with his legs spread.  I work my cock up in him.  He grunts but takes me easily.  I use the flogger on him again.

When his arms look tired, I take him down and get Jack in the sling.

IUT is standing right there.  I think he wants to fuck Jack.  But he just shoots on Jack’s ass.  Safe Sex Guy jerks out a load at almost the same time which lands on IUT’s thigh.  I mop up both batches of oozing jizz and slather them on my dick--and fuck them into Jack.  His hole is becomes totally smooth and slick. 

I look to The Talker to see if he wants to fuck Jack.  That is the moment he announces he’s cumming and shoots his load inside the Young Bottom.

There is a moment as IUT and Safe Sex Guy dress and leave. 

The Talker comes over to taste the external loads I’ve fucked into Jack.  Leather Top has Joey on the sofa, stuffed with a massive toy.  I ask the Young Bottom if I can taste the load in his ass.  He seems fine with that.  He kneels in a chair.  I bury my face between his full cheeks.  It’s a big load, seeping out.  I clean him up.

“Put your cock in him.”  It’s Joey, from across the room.

The Young Bottom looks over his shoulder at me.  I pull back and look at him, questioningly.  He slowly nods, unsure and wary.  I stand up.  My cock head slips in.  I have left enough cum in him so he feels amazing. The jizz in his ass is so slippery I have half my dick in him before I know it…

“Please---fuck, no!”

Continued in the next post.

Four Pigs--Toys, Fists and Cum

West Michigan—March, 2014

This picks up immediately after the last entry.

Joey asks for a break.  We take a moment or two to get a drink.  Chat.  Look at the porn playing on the big screen television.

Toys:  I start with two of my toys—a medium to large butt plug and a ribbed cone only a couple of my partners have taken.  They slide into Joey with ease.  As do my fists.  Repeatedly. 

I break out my speculum.  Something new for Joey.  I crank it slowly.  I finger the upper wall of his manhole.  I open it wide enough so I can fuck him with it in place.  Ryan fucks him, too.

I work through a set of Joey’s toys.  Each bigger than the next.  The final one is about the largest thing I’ve ever put up an ass.

When I pull it out, I do a series of punch fucks.

Jerking off:  The punch fucking gets me hard.  I work my right hand up him.  I add my cock.  Joey gasps and takes a hit.  I slide my cock between my fingers.  I move my fist over my rigid cock.  I am jerking off inside him. 

“You like that?” I ask.  “You like me jerking inside your manhole?”

Joey barely nods.  He’s lost in sensation.  Jack is jerking watching from the couch.  And I think Ryan has stopped touching himself—afraid he’ll explode.  I have to stop, too.  The mental fuck takes me right to the edge.

The gloves:  Another break is called.  Joey wants to be on his knees for a bit.  There is an air mattress upstairs.  We all troop up.  Joey gets on all fours.  He tells me he wants me to wear some special gloves, instead of the black nitrile ones I have been using.  Jack hands them to me.  They are huge, industrial gloves of thick rubber.  I grease them up and slide right in.

Soon both fists are up him.

I want to feel his hole.  I strip off the gloves.

I fist him bare handed.  Then fuck him.  Again.

I can’t go any longer.  I pull out, bend and take his ass lips into my mouth.  Joey pushes out and unfurls the entire rose bud in my mouth, groaning. 

I cram my cock back into his ass just in time to shoot.

As does Ryan.

And the dripping result….

 Of course, my face and tongue were right there…

As before, Ryan used two posts to cover this section.  You will find many more pictures and a play by play….