St. Louis Orgy--Fucking and Felching

St. Louis—February, 2014

Picking up from the last post…

When I come up for air, Will, our host is bent over the end of the bed.  His muscle ass is being eaten by someone I can’t see.  I let go of the trucker, who grabs Joe and leans him over next to Will.  The Trucker kneels and begins to eat the ass I love to fuck.  The handsome man pulls me towards Will.  Will’s ass licker backs off, leaving the hole exposed and wet.

The handsome one looks at me and says “Now fuck our host,” quite loud enough for the room to hear.    He all but inserts my bare cock up Will’s hole.  The all oral moment is broken as my dick sinks into the muscle butt.

And phase two starts—the room is suddenly all about fucking.

I sink into Will’s ass—a hot hole I haven’t had for a year.  He groans.  I sigh.  Next to us Joe is grunting in rhythm to the pounding the Trucker is giving him.  The room is suddenly alive with rutting.

One of the young ones is taking daddy cock, bent over and holding onto the nightstand.  Another couple uses the bed with us—the bottom’s on his back with his legs in the air.  He croons the word “fuck” repeatedly as a heavier top pummels his ass.  To my right, a man is on all fours on the floor.  He has a man in his ass and the other young one in his mouth.

Damn, I love group sex…

I pull out of Will and let the handsome man up his experienced hole.  Will all but howls as that downward curved cock hits home.  I watch them fuck for a moment, than go to the group on the floor and take over fucking his ass.  The previous fucker remembers me from last year and sticks his cock, pulled straight out of the hole, into my mouth— just as I slide my cock into the bottom’s ass.  I keep fucking as I clean the cock of the ass juice and precum.  I keep some in my mouth for I’m sure he’s going to kiss me.  He does.  He pulls his uncut cock out and bends over to stick his tongue in just about as deep.  I snowball the juices into his mouth.  We kiss deeply as I continue to plow—then he goes off to fuck Will. 

There is a shift.  The handsome man comes to take over from me.  I move to the pig’s mouth—keeping an eye on Joe.  I want to be up him next.  The young one on the night stand finds his young partner and they fuck on the other side of the bed.  The trucker has turned Joe over, so he’s on his back, with his legs in the air.  He’s intent on getting Joe off.  I watch him fuck him harder and harder.  Joe explodes all over his abs—his cum fucked out of him.  And he’s gone before I can say goodbye.

*****

I am back up Will.  We are now at the sling. I am taking turns up his hole with a dark Latino I hadn’t noticed before. We are both addicted to ass to mouth, and clean the other’s cock as we pull out and rotate fucking.  I fuck home a few more times and pull out.  I let him clean me.  He does it lovingly, jerking his long, thin dick brutally as he swallows me down.  When he gets up and inserts into Will, I move around to the side and beat my cock on Will’s worked out chest.

“You’re needed.”

I look to the archway.  It’s the Trucker sent with a message.

“Brian wants you to come clean up the kid he just creamed.”

Will grins up at me.  “Go clean up my man.”

I follow the Trucker.  On the couch in the porn lounge lies the cute young one on his back.  Brian, Will’s partner, is still deep in him.  They are kissing and grinding hips together.  When Brian becomes aware of my presence, he slowly pulls out.  “I know you want this.”

I kneel.  Brian talked about this kind of moment in the car on the way over—how he loves to watch me eat his seed out of whoever gets it that night.  And he does.  He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he gets up and sticks the dripping dick in my mouth.  I have to oval big to take him all.  I lick and lap and swallow.  When he can’t take any more to his hyper sensitive cock, he pulls out of my mouth and pushes my face into the mess he’s left behind.

Jizz is everywhere—seeping out of the puffy ass, clinging to the hairs of the cute butt and some even on the ball sack.  I clean the outer area thoroughly—then plunge my tongue deep into his hole.  The boy gasps.  He’s not used to this kind of attention after he’s loaded.

“You like how that feels?” asks Brian.

The boy can’t put a coherent sentence together.  He just moans as my tongue pulls out a thick glob of cream.  I swallow it—I don’t think the boy has likely ever snowballed cum from his ass.

“Lick it out.  Nice and deep.”  I feel Brian’s hand on the back of my shaved head—pushing me deeper.  “I must have shot a gallon up there.”  I can feel that my beard is coated in cum and lube.  Brian holds me buried in the boy’s ass until I can’t breathe.  Only then do I come up for air.  Panting.  My dick is rock hard.

“I’m going to fuck in what’s left,” I tell the cute young man.  He’s in no position to protest.  His partner comes over to watch the biggest dick of the party slide up his boyfriend.

*****

Somewhere in the evening, the Trucker finally worked up a load of piss for me to swallow.  I did gladly, groveling for it from this burly fucker in the bathroom.

I fucked a lot of ass that night.  But I was a good guest.  I saved my cum for my host….

And the hot Latino felched every drop of it…

St. Louis Orgy--Oral

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Sex on the Ottoman

St. Louis—February, 2014

I have two great friends and fuck buds in St. Louis.  The man I’ve known slightly longer, I met at the bathhouse.  We played there regularly when I was in town, until he finally said, “I should throw a sex party for you at my house.  We’d be a lot more comfortable.”  And he did.  And still does each year on my last night in town.  But that’s the next post.

Joe and I met about six years ago.  He had come up to Chicago.  I was in the back corner of the bar, with the piss party going full swing, when someone told me to go check out the new arrival.  I looked over his shoulder and there was this handsome, built man wearing nothing but a jock kneeling in the middle of the room begging for piss.  And he was getting it.  From all sides.  I went up to him.  Our eyes connected as I hauled my semi hard cock out of my jock.  I gave him a mouth full.  I then let it play on his hard cock.  I told him to stand up and bend over.  He did, holding on to the bar, and I let it run over his ass crack.  As soon as my stream ran dry, I fell to my knees to lick his wet, piss drenched hole.

Of course I fucked him.

And, after the party he followed me to my motel where he took part in a gang seeding of Juan (who crops up so often in these pages.)

We don’t see each other often—occasionally back in Chicago, but usually in St Louis where Joe now lives.  If you haven’t read the entries of “Two Scent Pigs” and “Three Scent Pigs” you will find them by clicking on the titles in this sentence—or under “Joe” in the topics cloud to the right—which also brings up a couple of pictures of him.

This trip, he came to see me Friday night.  I was wearing nothing but my metal cock ring as I let him in to the posh hotel room. We kissed at the door.  Just lightly.  I sat down on the leather chair in the darkened corner, my feet up on the matching leather ottoman, and looked at him as he got rid of the heavy winter coat…

“Now strip for me…”

Joe grins.  His shirt opens.  His biceps are bigger every time I see him.  His shoes are kicked off.  Joe’s pants come down, the belt buckle clanking on the floor. He’s left in a worn jock and sweat socks.  He comes towards me.  I take my legs down and spread my knees wide.  He kneels between the chair and ottoman.  A perfect fit.

He moans slightly as he inhales the scent of my cock.  It’s been a long time since my morning shower.  And he loves that.  He nuzzles my balls for a long time.  My cock lengthens.  He swallows me down.  He pauses about halfway down.  His throat constricts around the head of my dick.  He holds for a moment, then he opens and deep throats me.  My full length with no pause. 

Joe comes up for air.  I lean forward and kiss him.  This time our lips mash together and our tongues are instantly in each other’s mouths.  I can taste my pre-cum.  I pull back and spit in his mouth.  Joe whimpers.  I take my hand and cup it against the back of his head. I push him back down onto my dick.  He goes to my balls.  I hold him there.  And hold.  Then let him up for air.  He gasps.  He grabs a quick breath and impales himself back on my cock.

“Kneel up here.”  I point at the ottoman.  It’s just a big enough square for him to be able to get on all fours.  His ass is presented to me.  I slide off the chair into a kneeling position.  My face sinks into his ass crack.  I inhale deeply and push my tongue into his hole.

“You eat me so good.”

I lick and swallow.  I spit some back into him and push it deeply into his hole.  I can’t stop eating Joe’s hole.

But I do.  I stand up and grab the towel I’ve been sitting on.  I push it between Joe’s knees.  My cock rests on his hole.

And I start pissing.  Just a couple of spurts.  Enough to get me back on my knees to poke some piss into his ass with my tongue.  I slurp and gurgle contentedly.

I stand up and push into his wide open hole.  Joe immediately clamps down, milking my dick.  I fuck him hard.  The sound of the wet fuck fills the room. 

I pull out.  I bring it around to his mouth.  He happily, lovingly cleans my cock.  He leave lots of saliva on it, knowing it’s going right back into his hole.

It does.  I fuck him even harder.  I pull out again.  It’s round the ottoman again, back to his mouth.  I stick it into him.  He cleans.  I sigh.  And piss.  He grunts and takes all the piss I give him.  I save just enough in my bladder to spray a little more on his hole.  I piss happily, kneel and lick it off his freshly fucked hole.

Round and round I go.  Ass to mouth.  Piss in.  Piss on.  I reduce Joe to a happily whimpering piece of fuck meat. 

I can’t help it.  About the eighth time I slide into his ass, I shoot.  I clutch him tight, holding on to his hips as I buck against him.

“Fuckin’ fill me up!”

I can’t move; my cock is now so sensitive.    When I do eventually pull out, Joe thinks it’s coming to his mouth.  Instead, I kneel and felch.  Not for long.  A large dollop of sperm oozes out onto my tongue.

I move around, pull him up and kiss him hungrily.

*****

It’s much later.  We are curled in the Westin’s patented Heavenly bed.  It’s living up to its name tonight.  We have been talking about everything and nothing.  My cock is slick from more fucking.

“Are you going to CLAW?”  Joe asks me.

I tell him yes.  “You think you could make it that far north?  I can’t think of anyone with who I’d  rather share a room.”

“I sure want to, but my Mom…” Joe leaves it unfinished. 

We move on to talking of other things.  My arms are around him, my finger idly playing with the cum in his ass.

Who knew we’d be doing the same thing months later in Cleveland.

Joe in Cleveland--checking BBRT for men--his favorite picture.

CLAW Day Four--A Farewell

Cleveland—April, 2014

With Joe missing the party and sleeping most of the night, he was able to get on the road even earlier than he wanted.  After he left I tried to sleep, but I really couldn’t.  I packed and was on the road myself with only a couple of hours sleep.  By the second rest area on the turnpike, I pulled in and slept for two hours in the front seat of my car.

I thought back about the weekend just before I fell asleep—a couple of moments I hadn’t recorded:

I stopped at one rest area on the way in to Cleveland on Thursday.  As I was coming out of the restroom, I did a true double take.  A male couple in their 40’s, dressed in 501’s, tight black t-shirts and boots breezed past me on their way to the urinals.  With their shaved heads and trimmed beards—well, we just looked at each other, grinned and I went on back to my car.  Hours later, as I was buying my tickets for the Recon parties, there they were.  The slightly taller one came over, thumped me on the chest and said, “I told my partner you were headed here.  Have fun…”  I never saw them in the huge crowds of men again.

*****

At the third Recon party an older man, who was acting as the volunteer in charge, found me coming out of the piss area.  “I saw you last night fucking the guy in the army hat up there,” he said, gesturing towards the sling on the stage.  “I told the guys in charge they could save money on the porn stars and ask you guys to perform.”   If they can just convince Army Hat, I’ll be there…

*****

Many of you know I lost my partner of 30 years, a few years ago.  CLAW can bring back a mix of feelings, for I was in Cleveland when my partner called, telling me he’d checked himself into the hospital and to come home.  He was dead a week later.   

It took five years before I was ready to sleep in the same bed with a man again.  The first was Ryan when we would crash at his house after the piss parties.  Marco, the muscle hole, was the second.  And now Joe.  We had a great weekend of intimacy—on a level that I hadn’t allowed myself to have for all this time.  I hadn’t realized how much I missed holding onto someone in the middle of the night.  Or talking about everything and nothing.  Or making each other laugh with stories of our incredibly checkered sexual careers.

 

I’m glad I didn’t rush it.  These three men have helped me heal more than they will likely ever know. 

I snapped this as Joe woke up from our nap before we hit the first Recon party.  Is there any wonder we were in bed, one way or another, all weekend?

CLAW Day Two--Afternoon Gangbang

Cleveland—April, 2014

He had written me out of the blue.  I’d posted my travel plans on BBRT.  This young man commented on how much he liked my pictures.  And my cock.  And would I be interested in coming to his gangbang on Friday afternoon?

I said yes.  Snuggling in bed with Joe, this morning, I told him of my plans for the day.  He looked at the pictures on the young man’s profile.  The curve of his ebony ass got Joe hard.  “Ask him if I can come too.” 

We asked.  He said yes.  We went over to the main hotel at 5:30pm to fuck him.

The elevator doors opened on the appropriate floor. There is Ginger Tats, from last night, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear that out lined his plump cock.  “Are you guys going to room xxx?” he asked.

We said yes.  We found the room and knocked.  A lithe young man in athletic socks and a Nasty Pig jock opened the door.  His curly black hair is cropped close.  His smile is dazzling.  Swimmers build is used too frequently.  He had it for real.  His mouth fell open as three of us trooped in together. 

Our boy is a great kisser.  As Joe and I strip, we watch him kiss Ginger Tats until GT’s large cock head pokes out of the leg band of his shorts.  I get out of my clothes faster than Joe.  I kneel behind the boy who has bent over to suck GT’s cock.  My tongue goes right into his hole.  I pull those firm, black cheeks apart and make him moan around the cock in his mouth.  GT eventually pulls him off his cock and turns him around.  I stand up so he can take my erect dick in his mouth.  GT pushes into his ass.  Joe comes over, kneels and licks my balls as the boy sucks the shaft.

Soon, I’m up him.  He is tight, his ass gripping my invading cock.  He becomes a whore every time he hits the poppers.  GT and Joe kiss and suck each other as I push the boy onto the bed—never leaving his hole. I pummel his ass.

GT takes another turn.  The boy is standing, but bent over, holding onto me.  GT suddenly grunts and shoots.  “Milk him good,” I tell him.  “Get every last drop.”  I can tell from the pleasure/pain on GT’s face, that the boy is doing just that.  GT pulls out slowly.  The boy swings around and cleans his cock.

Then it’s up on the bed.  He’s read my profile.  He knows I want to tongue his hole now that it has a load.  He’s on all fours—his head cocked around, looking over his shoulder at me.  I take a huge hit of Jungle Juice and dive it.  My tongue instantly connects with load.  I slurp noisily as I swallow it down.

My tongue works tirelessly. The boy is loving this attention every bit as much as our cocks in his ass.  I strain into him, searching for the last drop of jizz.  I stand up.  I kiss Joe, letting him taste the cum.

“Now fuck him.”

Joe grins and sticks his cock into the slick hole.  He fucks him hard. The sound of his hips slapping against the bubble butt seems to turn GT on—he never goes soft. 

We all rotate again.  This time the boy sits on our cocks as we sprawl on the bed.  I’m first—the boy rides me moaning.  He pulls off.  Joe is sitting, waiting to be next.  GT slides around behind Joe, lifts him up and pushes into his ass.  The boy still happily sits on Joe.  I watch, jerking my cummy cock at the sandwich of ass fucking in front of me.

When the weight gets too much, they all separate.  GT pulls himself to the edge of the bed.  The boy sits again, facing GT.  I kneel and start licking GT’s balls.   And the shaft as it disappears into the crack of that ebony butt.  GT is talking trash about my filthy tongue.  He loves it.  He loves it so much, he shoots a second load.

This time the boy sits on my face, letting gravity feed me.

Reluctantly I get him off me.  I have him kneel on the bed, right at the edge.  Joe is in his mouth.  GT watches as I enter him.  It doesn’t take long.  I shoot, clutching his back.

*****

We all lie down.  Cuddling.  Stroking.  Talking of this and that. 

There is a knock.

I let in two more men.  The boy springs to life and starts helping them strip as the three of us get dressed.

CLAW Day One--First Recon Party

Cleveland—April, 2014

 

We arrive at the playspace just after midnight.  I park the car across the street.  I grab my bag, open it and pull out the leash. 

“You still want this.?”  I ask. 

Joe nods.  “It will be hot to go in that way.”

I smile and attach it to the choke collar I had placed around his neck in our bedroom.  He is looking particularly hot tonight—jeans and boots with a wife beater over a yellow and black lace up jock.  I have on the Air Force flight suit to cover my chaps, harness and pouching yellow jock.

The party has been going on for an hour.  In previous years, the first hour of these events is not about play, it’s about guys standing around nervously, swigging their drink and maybe copping a feel.  We sign in, go up the stairs and strip down to our play clothes.  The cute coat check boy is happy to take our things.  I stuff lube and my new bottle of poppers into my waist band.  I grab his leash and lead Joe into the playspace.

We can hear a man moaning the moment we go through the curtained door.  Men are milling around in the center of the room.  Down the left side of the space are various booths.  The walls are of chicken wire so you can see in.  The first has a cross.  The sounds are coming from the second where a portly man in on the bondage table and has an entire forest of clothes pins attached to his scrotum, thighs, nipples and the tip of his cock.  In various booths there are slings, fuckbenches, and bleachers.  A watersports area and shower, along with brand new restrooms are at the end.  The right side of the room has a cross and then a sling on a raised platform which is where the porn guys will perform.

“This way.”  I lead Joe to the fuckbench closest to the piss area.  A man I recognize from previous years is getting the few guys who can manage piss play to cover him. I get Joe on the bench.  His ass juts out invitingly.  I kneel.  Two out of shape men arrive at the door to our booth.  They grope themselves as I begin to rim the sweet hole in front of me.  My cock lengthens, but I don’t fuck him.  Joe wants to wait a little.

The porn show starts.  Michael Brandon is working over a blindfolded sub.  We watch Michael use a riding crop on the man’s nipples, jutting ass and cock.  Soon the sub is put in the sling.  The room of 30 or so men are jerking as they watch him get fucked.  A muscle Daddy finds me and drops to his knees.  Joe watches as the guy takes me to the root.  A man in yellow designer shorts is standing behind Joe, grinding a semi hard cock and a pair of saline injected balls against Joe’s inviting ass.  Michael Brandon invites guys up to jerk off on the man in the sling.  I far prefer the man giving me head.  Especially when he stands up, spins around and inserts my raw cock into his warm hole.  I fuck in time with Michael.  Guys are evenly distributed between those watching the show on the stage and those watching the fucking next to them.  (Point of pride….I’m every bit as hung as Michael…)

Joe is hauled into the sling room by Yellow Shorts.  I fuck my guy a little more, than we both go to find Joe.  Joe is slinged and Yellow Shorts is grinding against him.  He steps out of the way when he sees my hard cock.   I kneel and taste Joe’s hole again.  I moan in the back of my throat.  I tongue him deeply, but not for long.  I want to kick this group into gear.  I stand up and say rather loudly “You want this raw cock up your ass?”

It’s all it takes for the crowd to surge into our cubicle.  I enter Joe’s wet hole and show off—pulling out in long strokes and plowing deep.  This turns on the guy I’ve been fucking.  He tells me “That looks so hot.”  He gets really hard and takes a turn topping. He pulls out and takes his wet cock to Joe’s shoulder.  Joe leans over to clean his cock—and the man fires a load onto Joe’s shoulder.  I mop it up and announce to the room that I am fucking the cum into my boy.  I do just that.

A ginger haired, heavily tatted man with a pa (who I recognize from the gangbang I threw for Jayson Park two years ago) bends over next to us as a man needs a hole right now.  We fuck in time to the music blaring.  The man cums deep in the Ginger Tats’ hole. 

“Here.” Ginger Tats has me step back.  He enters Joe, then bends over.  “Taste his load.”  Ah, he remembers me, too.  I eat the load out of his hole as he fucks Joe.  I stand and slide into his cum filled chute.  Ginger Tats stands still and I fuck him hard enough he’s still thrusting into the ass in front of him.

I pull out.  Ginger Tats pulls out.  I fuck my cum covered cock into Joe.  Ginger Tats and I kiss.

I man steps around.  He is average looking.  Until you look at his thick cock.  He asks permission to fuck.  I nod, as I push Ginger Tats to the floor.  He fucks Joe a long time.  I fuck Ginger Tats, with him bent over and holding onto Joe.  The man up Joe cums.  Silently.  I only know from a slight wrinkling of his brow.  And the jizz dripping to the floor.  I stop fucking and bend to clean his dripping cock.  I share a sloppy kiss with Ginger Tats and kneel to felch.

Heaven.

Why I am here.

I fuck the remains of the load deep into Joe.

Another spectator with a long thin cock looks eager.  I nod.  He slips up Joe and talks in low tones to him .  I bend Ginger Tats over, this time with him hanging onto the wire wall.  Joe is being caressed by many jerkers as the thin cocked man fucks him.  I plow Ginger Tats rather noisily.

I look over repeatedly. 

The fucker is holding perfectly still.  I glance at Joe’s face—he’s feeling every shot of the man’s explosion.  I wait. The man begins fucking in his own, copious load.  Then pulls out.  He had been watching.  He asks for me to clean him up.  I do.  Eagerly. I reverse felch the remains into Joe.

And suddenly there is no one in our room.

It’s after 2 and everyone has gone home.

Joe is beat.  We get dressed, get out of there and get  him some food.

I don’t get off—but it’s every bit as good to feel him in bed beside me for what remains of the night.

CLAW Day One--A Surprise Arrival

Cleveland—April, 2014

 I was at my office desk when my phone dinged.  A text.  I sighed.  I wanted to get out of there and get the suitcases in the car and get on the road to Cleveland.  CLAW was calling my name.  It was Joe—the scent pig from St. Louis.  “All systems are go,” he wrote.  “I will arrive in Cleveland after you.  Which hotel?”

I had to pause.  I had seen Joe again in St. Louis this February.  We played in my expensive hotel room there—a meeting I have yet to write up.  We’d talked, as we lay together on the huge bed at the Westin, rather idly about doing CLAW together as I stroked his sweaty bicep. 

And now, here he was driving up to do it.  It is a nine hour drive for him.  Damn.

I told him the Howard Johnson—one of the overflow hotels, but exclusively leather.

 

So he’s here.  I’ve registered.  And we have our tickets to the first of the Recon/reflex parties.

Joe is in the shower as I type this. 

The running water reminds me of when we first met, about six years ago.

Here’s his picture. 

 

 

Imagine this man in a jock, kneeling in the middle of the bar at the Chicago piss party begging for piss.  I gave him some…

 

Enough.  I need to shower and get into my chaps. 

 

Three Scent Pigs

St. Louis, MO—February, 2013

Joe, who I wrote about last year in Two Scent Pigs, was coming to my expensive hotel room on Saturday.  Sometime in the course of the day he sent me a text saying how much he was looking forward to seeing me again.  I shot one back saying it had been too long.   Then he said he would be fine if I wanted to include others in our play time.  I didn’t think anything more about it.  Halfway through the afternoon session of the conference, I remembered this hot blond leather guy who’d hoped to play while I was in town.   On break, I got online and found him.  He’d love to join us.  I told him the time and room.  He was the first one there.

 The curve of his jockstrapped ass looms in front of me.  He’s on all fours on the bed.  His blond head is resting on one of the countless pillows.  I have been rimming his lightly haired ass for the last ten minutes while we wait for Joe.  Todd is every bit as good in real life as in his pictures—blond hair, defined chest, sinewy arms, hard abs, artistically placed tattoos that compliment his muscles--and he's eager to please.  I can’t wait to get inot him any longer.  I stand up and enter his winking pucker.  He grunts his appreciation of my big cock and I start to fuck. 

And Joe’s at the door.  I pull out and go answer it.

“We were good pigs and didn’t wait,” I tell him, wagging my cock at him. 

He kisses me lightly and falls to his knees.  He savors the taste of Todd’s ass on my dick.  Then he gets up to meet the guy.  They’ve met.  And fucked.  And fisted.  Many years ago, it seems.

Joe gets naked.  He has put on more muscle since last year.  I tell him so.  He denies it, but I can see he’s pleased.  I pull him towards me.  We kiss.  Sweetly at first, then passionately.  I can’t keep my fingers off his biceps.  We go over to Todd on the bed.  Joe scrambles up to stick his thick cock in Todd’s mouth as I glide back up his hot, moist ass.  We piston into him, matching each other’s rhythm.  Then we switch.  Todd loves ass to mouth as much as we do, it seems.  He becomes more animated as he cleans my cock, sucking on it noisily.  Joe leans forward to spit on it.  This turns Todd on even more.  He devours my cock.  Joe is pounding into him.  He catches my eye and smiles over the oblivious Todd.  Joe slows, pulls out and clambers up on the bed.

“Taste my cock,” he hisses at me, his thick and dripping dick in my face.  I do.  Then we kiss.  Todd’s mouth comes up to join in.  We roll on the bed, each licking any skin that is in front of us—cock, ass, toes, fingers, ears, nipples, pits, the back of knees.

Somehow I’ve ended up on the floor, sitting with my back against the bed.  Todd’s shins are right above my shoulders and Joe is plowing his ass again.  He fucks him.  Then presents me with his moist cock.  “Clean it up.  Clean it so I can stick it right back in.”  I can be a good boy.  I do what I’m told.  I relish the taste of ass and precum.  When I grunt that I’m done, he fucks my mouth for a second, then plunges back into Todd’s ass.

We repeat it again.  And again.

“My turn.”  I wiggle out and up.  Todd stays in place as Joe takes my earlier position.  He has left Todd’s hole silky with precum and lube.  My cock sinks in easily. 

I fuck. 

I give it to Joe to clean.

I can’t decide which feels better—the ass or the mouth.

So I do it again.   And once more.

Then the three of us dogpile on the bed again, wet mouths all over each other, swapping spit and precum.

“I have to piss,” I tell Joe.  But I’ve had no time to dilute it.  He opts to get covered.  I stand on the sides of the two person tub.  He gets on all fours under me.  I start at his neck.  My stream hits him hard.  It streams down his spine into the small of his back.  I bring my stream down to his ass.  I play the hot piss up and down his ass crack.  He moans, jerking his cock.  Todd takes pictures on his phone.  I bring the stream back up to his head and wet down his head.  He groans—sounding like he just shot his load.  My piss sputters out.  Joe scrambles around to taste the last few drops.

While Joe rinses off in the shower, I fuck Todd again, this time on his back, his legs bent over my shoulders so we can kiss.  Joe joins us.  He hunkers down behind me to lick my ass on the back stroke.  I make sure I push back enough so he can really taste me.  Then he squirms around to lick the side of my cock as I fuck.  This makes Todd moan as he feels the tongue on the edge of his hole.

“I want some of that.”  Joe has me pull out so he can fuck Todd.  I eat Joe’s ass.  I lube my cock up a little more.  I stand and get it into Joe’s ass.  He grunts and stops fucking.  I am fucking for two now.  I drive into Joe and it pushes him into Todd.  I fuck.  Hard.

“Shit, man,” Joe grunts.  “I’m gonna shoot.”

“Flood my hole,” Todd grates out.

Suddenly Joe is bucking and shooting his load.  His ass clamps down on my cock.  It takes me over the edge, too.  I seed Joe’s ass as he spasms into Todd.

We fall happily in a pile on the bed.  Joe and I kiss and hold each other, while Todd gets busy cleaning our cocks…

Two Scent Pigs

St. Louis--February, 2012

Joe and I met at the piss party in Chicago several years ago.  Then again the next night at a seeding party I gave for my f-bud Juan.  Or maybe it was the other way around.  It’s long enough ago; I can’t remember which came first.  I do know we had a connection the moment we played. We met in Chicago at least one other time but never in his home turf of St. Louis--though I go there each year.  This time we planned.  Joe was at my hotel room within 30 minutes of my coming home from the conference I was attending.


We kiss at the door.  I usher him into the dimly lit room.  I’ve thrown a red bandana over the one light I’ve left on.  I just look at him.  His body is muscled and lightly haired.  He’s rather classically good looking, with chiseled features.  His light brown hair is up in a slight faux hawk.  I decide my mission for the night is to make sure that he’s anything but well coiffed when he leaves my bed.

I move forward.  As we embrace I can’t stop feeling the pronounced vein on the top of his bicep.  Our mouths mash together.  Tongues work overtime.  We are naked before you know it.  Joe goes from the ottoman, where he removed his jeans, to kneeling in front of me in one easy movement.  He leans forward.

“I put this on for you,” I tell him.  “It’s the jock I wore to last week’s piss party.”

He inhales.  “Nice.”  He leans back on his haunches.  “I miss those so much.”   Then he gets busy with my cock, chewing at the pouch, getting my swelling cock out and taking it to the root.  Fuck, his skills are even better than I remembered.  I can feel his throat milking me as I thrust into his ovaling mouth.

Soon, I have him on the bed.  We can’t stop kissing.  I need this--some one who is not just devoted to my cock…

I work down his body with my tongue.  His mouth, his chin.  I get his arms up and work each pit in turn, reveling in the acrid/sweet tang of the fresh sweat we’ve worked up on each other.  It’s back to his mouth.  Long moments on his nipples.  His mouth.  His balls.  His leaking cock.  He’s nice and thick--making me work to take it.

Finally, I turn him over, spread his cheeks and begin rimming his full, furry ass.  I can’t get enough of his taste---hints of soap and his own manly smell.  I rear up and swipe my cock on his hole.  I need to mix my pre-cum with that taste.  I lick it off, and drive it deep into his hole with my tongue.  He moans and gets on all fours.

“Please…”

I work it in with next to no lube.  He’s panting.  I keep up the pressure and never stop on the long glide in.  I’m buried to the hilt.  I pause a moment.  Then fuck.  Slowly, but only for a moment.  Faster and faster.  My hips smack against his full ass, making a thwacking noise that echoes around the room.

I fuck for what seems like forever, then slowly pull out.  Joe spins around.  He wants to taste his hole. I let him clean my cock.  We kiss.   Soon I’m kneeling on top of his chest.  His shoulders are pinned to the bed with my knees.  My cock is at his mouth.

“Open up.” He does.  I throat fuck him, watching the rapturous look in his eyes.  I pump and pump.

Then it’s back to his ass.

His nipples are chewed

Then I’m back on his ass.  I bend to eat.  But can’t.  I can smell that I’ve fucked him a little too deep.

“You have anything with you to do another rinse?”

He shakes his head.

I get up and take him to the marble and  glass hotel bathroom.  “Bend.”  Joe grabs the lip of the sink counter.  I enter his ass.  And piss.  It’s a long one.  Very full.  I fuck briefly, but pull out and tell him to keep it for a bit than expel it.  Then wash my cock.

I am back on the bed, lying in a maze of pillows when he returns.  “All good?”  He nods.

He’s on top of me.  It’s his turn to pin me down---but it’s my pits he attacks.  Lick, suck and kiss.  Oh, the kiss.  I’m a sucker for the taste of my pits anyway, but on his tongue, poking into the back of mouth, I think I might cum.

Soon I am off the bed, with my face buried in his ass.  All issues gone.  I lick and fuck, and do it again.  I fuck, feeling his ass welcome every inch of my length.  When I stop, winded, he rolls out from under me and onto his back.  I lay down on him.  Lost in another kiss.  Slowly I move up his body, until I’m back to once again pinning his shoulders to the mattress with my knees.  My cock is smacking his lips.  He opens. I enter.  And I piss.  Just as big a load as up his ass.  Forever.  His eyes glow, then look panicked.  I control the flow so he does not spill a drop.  We kiss hungrily, the moment I pull my cock out.

“Breed me.”  He gets up on all fours.

I slip back into his ass.  I pump.  I have to work for it.  But it’s there.  I’m vocal as I shoot.  Deep.  Deep into his hole.

I move up and collapse on him.  We kiss.  He’s jerking furiously.  I twist his nipple.  Then the other.  He shoots.  All over his own pubes.  White strands of cum hanging from his full and curly bush.

We kiss.

We laugh.

I run a hand through his matted and sweat soaked hair--all product gone.

We kiss again.

We simply hold on...