Showing posts with label Juan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Juan. Show all posts

Thursday, January 4, 2024

RePost: Cum-Union in Chicago

 I am still under the weather, though improved, but I sound horrible.  I have had to postpone or cancel two meets—and I’m not happy about that.  It’s something I don’t do lightly.

And, this morning, I had no internet.  It is finally on now, as we approach noon.  But the idea of sitting and writing has to wait.  I need to wear my mask and venture out.

So, it’s another RePost.  (From the analytics, it seems you are enjoying these trips back in the blog!)

 

Here is a two-parter from 2015.  I had a long summer with little play that year.  This trip to Chicago and Cum-Union was all about getting back in my sexual groove.

 

Part One:  Cum-Union Chicago: A Buffet of Hot Ass and Wet Hole

Part Two:  Cum-Union Chicago:  Old Friends and Fuck Buds

Tuesday, January 2, 2024

RePost: Trapped Under the Rimseat—New Year’s Eve

 

I am slightly under the weather.  Last night my nose was like the proverbial faucet, running so fast I was going through the entire tissue box.  This morning, things are better.  But I just don’t have the energy to write. 

Instead, here is a reprinted post from 2016 about New Year’s Eve 2015.  This was when my partnered friends threw a yearly sex party for NYE—calling the guest list the ‘greatest hits’ of the men they had tricked with that year.  I was invited.  Often.  They even bought a rimseat so I wouldn’t have to bring mine. 

So, enjoy it again, or, new readers, for the first time:  Trapped Under the Rimseat—New Year’s Eve.

Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Re-Post: Juan's Motel Sex Party


I miss Juan.  He has moved to the west coast.

Whenever I visited Chicago, I would check in with this pig.  He would take me to the bathhouse—then we’d go our separate ways and fuck.  We’d meet up every so often so I could felch all the loads in his ass.  He was hot, small boned, Latino and men loved to seed him.  You had to be careful if you stuck your dick in him—for he could coax a load out quicker than almost anyone.

I thought I would re-post one of the bathhouse trips—but then I saw this threeway with pictures…

Click HERE.

Enjoy!

For more Juan, find his name in the label cloud.  Or at the bottom of this post.  Or read the one before this post…or right after it….


Saturday, March 19, 2016

Trapped Under the Rimseat--New Year's Eve

Chicago—December 2015

Time to catch up on one of my favorite gatherings of the year…

It’s late.   Marco, the muscle hole, has just arrived at my house.  He’s driven up after work and walked in my door at just after 1:00 am.  We barely chat.  We head straight to bed.  Not to fuck.  But to sleep.  It feels really good to wrap my arms around him.

“I have the whole holiday weekend planned for us,” he murmurs in my ear.

I grunt--not sure I want to hear it right now.  I want to concentrate on warming up the man who’s just come in from the cold.  He flips around and grinds his hairy ass against my crotch.  I grunt again—sounding happier, even to my ears.

And drift off to sleep.

*****

By late afternoon, we are at Rod and Brice’s house in Chicago.  I am setting up the padded fuck bench.  They have their sling out and the rimseat they purchased with me in mind.  There is also a big screen television where porn will be playing and a double bed.  Rod, a silver fox with a big dick, is helping me screw the legs into place.  He tells me that it’s a big guest list.  Equal parts, he says, of men they know and men they want to know.  We can hear Brice, his partner, in the shower upstairs.  Or maybe it’s Marco.  I finish up, snap these pictures and grab a quick nap. 


My alarm goes off in my phone.  Marco comes into our room to make sure I’m awake.  I start to dress in my leathers.  Marco tells me he has a load up his butt from Brice.  “Just to make your dick feel that much better,” he tells me.  I kiss him and tie up my boot laces.


We don’t wait for the guests.  We just go downstairs and start to have sloppy sex.  Marco is in the sling.  I am on my knees poking my tongue into his hairy, matted hole.  Brice is standing behind Marco’s head and working his nipples.  Marco’s hole flowers open.  My tongue pokes in.  He clamps down on me.  My cock beads a huge dollop of pre-cum.  I cover my cock head with it, stand up and push my slimy dick into his pre-lubed manhole.  Marco groans.

“Fuck him with my load,” Brice commands.  I do.  My hips slap against Marco’s upturned ass.

And the parade of men start to arrive.

I keep fucking as a Black top arrives.  He’s a regular—I recognize him from every past party.  He thinks I pay him the highest compliment one top can pay another by eating his jizz out of whatever bottom he has loaded that night.  He hugs me from behind.  I feel that massive cock hardening between my cheeks for just a moment before he grabs Brice and puts him on the fuck bench.

I keep fucking as my bathhouse buddy Juan comes in.  Juan loves to take loads at any bath and bring them to me to eat out.  He gets right down on his knees, crawls under the sling and begins licking the underside of my cock each time it pulls out of Marco.

“Am I tasting cum?” Juan asks.

“Yes.  Brice gave him a load.”

Juan groans in the back of his throat.  He redoubles his effort to get every drop I pull out of Marco’s hole down his throat.

I keep fucking as the multi-orgasmic Black top arrives.  He only fucks his chosen man for a few moments.  But he’s good for three to five loads in a couple of hours of play.  Juan crawls out from under and takes the new arrival to the bed.

I keep fucking as a hot tatted man arrives—in a yellow jock and harness.  He stops at the sling.  He watches my dick intently.  “Let me see that full cock,” he says. 

I pull out obligingly.

“Shit, man!”  And he bends over and cleans me off.

Marco jumps out of the sling and indicates I should put the new arrival in it.  Marco grabs a water bottle, takes a slug and is led to the bed by another new arrival—also African American—and one who I know is versatile.  His cock is sliding into Marco, who is side by side with Juan on the bed, before I get the yellow jocked hottie into the sling.

I eat his hole.  So intently I miss the next few arrivals.  By the time I stand up, there are 13 of us there.  Cocks are being sucked or are plowing hole.  There are 4 top only men—but all who love their ass eaten.  Everyone else is versatile.  I love that I get to see Marco fuck—something I don’t often get to see. 

I go back to paying attention to the man beneath me.  He is breathing hard—and huffing poppers like crazy.  I fuck him until I finally need a break.


*****

I am trapped under the rimseat.  Juan is on the seat, opening his hairy hole to my probing tongue.  He has the first load from the multi-cummer—and can’t wait to feed me.  I am pinned to the mat by the yellow jocked man riding my cock.

Juan pushes ever so slightly.  The load oozes into my mouth.  I clean up every drop that my tongue can find.  Juan is now sucking a cock.  I can’t see who it is, but I can hear the slurp of the dick being taken deep into Juan’s throat.  He won’t be going anywhere soon.  I lick his hole until it is sopping wet.

I am blinded by light.  Juan is up and the yellow jocked guy, fresh from riding my dick, is sitting down on my face.  No load yet, but plenty of precum as my cock was working overtime with what Juan was feeding me.  Someone sits on my cock.  I think it’s Juan, but I’m not sure. 

Just as fast, the tight hole is replaced with another.  A third man is riding my cock—and I have no idea who it is.  But I find out quickly.  Yellow jock tells the rider to change places with him.  It’s Brice.  The men switch.  “He has a load for you,” Yellow Jock tells me, “though he’s left some of it on your cock for me.”  I watch yellow jock impale himself  on my cummy dick before my world is blacked out again with Brice’s dripping ass on my face.

****
I must be there for an hour of the play time.  Every man in the room either rides my dick, sucks my cock or lets me rim him.  Some do all three.  It’s an incredible buffet of open butt for my tongue.  I lose track of how many loads are fed to me.  At least five.  Not everyone announces they have one.  Some feed me with an element of  total surprise.  Not for the first time I wish I could be more multi-orgasmic…

*****

I am let up for midnight.  We drink a champagne toast and a number of men take off, totally spent.  I still have to get off.  Juan is busy with Rod.  I know I have the rest of the weekend with Marco and I believe you should always load your host if you can.  Last year it was Rod.  I get Brice back in the sling.

I sink my tongue into him.  His canal is so damn slippery.  It’s heaven.  I eat.  I spit some back in and stand up.

“Load me.  Start the new year right.”

“Yeah, I want to add mine to all the others.”

“Do it, man.”  Brice does this moan that is all about need.  “Give it to me.  Every drop.”

He’s egging me on and knows it.

“Fuck!”  I pull out and sink to my knees for one last taste.  It’s right there—rising up the length of my cock.  “FUCK!”  I stand up.  Insert.  And explode into the mix of DNA already in Brice.  Marco grabs me from behind and holds on to me.  Keeping me in place.  Finally I see why.  Juan is geting under the sling. 

“Now let him pull out,” he tells Marco.  My dick inches out.  My enlarged helmet head scrapes the walls of Brice’s ass of all the cum left in him.  With one large plop, I am out of his ass and Juan is there to catch the jizz on his tongue.  He swallows and swings around to plaster his mouth to Brice’s hole.  Marco won’t let me go.  Not until Juan has cleaned my cock.

Finally, I get a second glass of champagne.  I raise it slightly in a silent toast. 


Fuck, yeah…Welcome 2016!

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Adding Seed

My Playroom—September, 2015

When I think of Juan, I immediately think of his small, tight brown ass dripping with cum.  He loves to get seeded—and he really loves to load collect so he can feed me.  If you hit his name in the topic cloud of this blog, you’ll find reports of his load collecting at sex parties and bathhouses, feeding them to me and then going out to collect another round.  While we usually play in his home city of Chicago, he occasionally has business in northern Ohio—which means he has to all but pass my door.  He stops by whenever he can on these trips to get a good fuck—and for me to send him on his way full of cum.

In the middle of September, he had just such a trip.  This time he could do an overnight.  He wondered if I would be up for a group of tops to breed him while at my house.  I gave him my usual response:  that while I loved that scene, it is always next to impossible to do in my rural area.  He went ahead and advertised--getting half a dozen responses.  Not one of them showed.  Thank goodness I had contacted the only two reliable men I could think of in my area.  I knew they would love his ass.  And they did show.  I had to work until 9pm, so I had the men arrive to fuck him while I was gone—and I would get to fuck in their cum when I got home.


I walk into my house and find Juan relaxing in the upstairs guest room.  He tells me he has had a great fuck from the older top.  The younger man was so excited by the idea of being second, that he came in Juan’s ass the moment he stuck his dick in first man’s dripping load.

I laugh and Juan asks if I want a taste.  We go next door to the playroom and I get his hot little ass up on the fuck bench.



I plunder his hole with my tongue.



And my dick.  I can feel the smoothness of the cum, but it’s not particularly pronounced.



“I have my frozen loads in the freezer.”  I tell Juan.   “Do you want them?”

“Of course.”

I go and get them.  When I come back into the playroom he has unpacked a tiny cooler.  “One of my favorite tops gave me this for you.”  He hands me the slowly thawing container of cum.  “He started jerking off in it and then had some of his bottoms shoot in it, too.”

“How many loads do you think?” I ask hefting freezer box.



“He told me it was 24 loads.”

“Nice.”  I set the frozen block of cum down since we can’t do anything with it until it melts.  I open mine.  I have one random load from the bookstore and 17 of my loads shot into a condom that is lining a shot glass.

I pull out the anonymous one first.



I snip off the knot and push it into Juan, turning the condom inside out.  I push the frozen chunk of cum into him with my finger past his sphincter, then with my cock to get it deep into him.  It melts over my dick head instantly.  That makes me fuck him harder.  

I move around and feed him the unknown jizz, mixed with two loads already in his ass.  He licks them off me hungrily.  I bend and we kiss.

I go back and take the condom out of the shot glass where it has been stretched open. 



My 17 loads go up him.   I fuck them in.  I feed them to Juan off my dick and I hunker down and felch myself out of his over flowing hole.

The other loads are beginning to melt.  I suck them up in the lube syringe and inject them into Juan’s ass.



I fuck and feed and kiss.

I inject another into him, leaving one last chunk of cum in the container.  I fuck in the just melted cum slop.   It makes my dick terrifically hard. 

Juan cleans it.

We move to the sling.

Now we just fuck in the mammoth amount of jizz in his ass.  My best gangbang got 17 or 18 loads into the designated boy.  Juan often can get 10 to 14 at a night in the baths.  We have more than doubled that tonight.  I finally stop fucking and kneel.  I stick the frothy cum back into his hole with my tongue.  The last of the frozen mass has melted.  I suck it up with the syringe and add it.  He now has 42 frozen loads in him and the remnants from the two men who started off his evening.

I have to twist my balls not to cum too soon as I churn this massive amount of jizz in his ass.  Juan is unable to talk coherently as I fuck him.  The slurping sound each time I  pull out on the backstroke makes both of us precum like crazy.

Finally, I have to stop.  I’ve been fucking for over an hour.

“Are you going to let me feed you?”

“Fuck yes.”

I get under the rimseat, with a hit of Jungle Juice.  Juan sits.  He is clamping himself closed.  My tongue loosens his hairy hole.  He opens.  I expect a waterfall, but only get a few drops.  I poke into him again.  And a third time.

The lava flow of jism starts.  With a drip, then a stream, then a gush of viscid fluid.  I swallow hungrily and stop jerking my dick.  Juan is groaning like he is shooting a load. And it just won’t stop.  I swallow and swallow.

Finally, it slacks off. 

“I need to shoot my load.   Fuck bench.”

Juan gets up.  And right into place.



For all he's dumped into my mouoth, his hole is still feels full.  In short order, I add the 45th load of the night into his ass.



We both sleep soundly that night.


Juan sent me a text in the middle of the next day:  “I still feel coated.  I love it!”

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Cum-Union Chicago: Old Friends and Fuck Buds

Chicago—August, 2015

(This picks up right where the last post left off…)

I am sprawled on Juan’s bed.  He is standing astride me; my hands are reaching up and stroking his hairy legs.  He wiggles that brown butt and slowly brings it down to my face.  His ass cheeks are full enough to seal off any air.   My tongue pokes at his moist hole.  He opens himself for me.  I lick.  I prod him with my tongue.

And then the avalanche of cum begins to pour out of him and into my mouth.

I try to groan, but can only keep swallowing.  The flow just keeps coming.  I push some into his ass again, but it drips right back into my mouth.  When I can’t breathe any more, I tap his thighs.  He knows me well enough to raise just enough to let me gasp for air, then to grind his wet, hairy ass back down on my face.

When his legs have had enough, Juan stands up.  My beard is matted in cum and ass juice.  He steps off the bed, bends down and we kiss.  My cock is rampant.  Juan’s hand grasps it.

“I need to sit on this.”

I grin.  And in moments, Juan is impaled on my dick.  We both love how wet the fucking sounds of each thrust.  He rides me until his legs can’t take anymore.

“Did you fuck that guy on the fuck bench?  The one on this floor?” 

I nod.

“I couldn’t stop eating his ass,” Juan continues, “his ass lips are so juicy and swollen.”

“I’ve been there twice.”

Juan adjusts his jock.  “I’m going to see if I can get some more cock.  I’ll look for you.”

We hug and go our separate ways.

Instantly I bump into Daniel.  We had met twice at the Madison Cum-Union gatherings, where he was the main attraction of the party—taking a load from about every top there.  We have not seen each other since, though we write occasionally on BBRT.  Like Juan, he takes great delight in feeding me out of his hole.  He’s taller than I remember—but I do remember his dark, swarthy, Hebraic looks.  We hug.

“I saw you on the guest list,” I tell him.

“I was hoping we’d meet—though I don’t have any loads yet.”

“I don’t care.  I just want to fuck that hot ass.  The sling?”

We go down a flight.  We both love showing off in the public sling.  His ass tastes and feels as great as I remember.  He can milk a cock with the best of them—and with his good looks, it’s no wonder he gets so many loads.  We draw a crowd as we fuck.  So many hands want to stroke one or the other of us, but I cannot get anyone else to fuck him.  A few bend to suck Daniel as I fuck, but he hates this and pulls his dick out of their mouths. 

We agree to take a break.

I find my lithe, fun Black sub I’ve had at both CLAW and IML.  We fuck in the corridor of the third floor, with him holding on to the wall of the maze.  But it ends with both of us needing to wash. 

I step back into the congested corridors of the third floor.  There is the young man from the piss party I usually refer to as Red Trunks.  He is on his knees giving head to a massive cock on a massive man.  RT doesn’t see me as I walk up behind him.  I kneel and reach my hand down those red trunks.  My middle finger grazes his hole.  On cue, without bothering to look who might want to fuck him, RT gets up so I can eat his ass while he continues to suck the big cock.   I eat his hole.  I lube my cock as I force a ton of saliva up his tight pucker; I know he always has to adjust to my size.  I stand and start to insert.   RT stops sucking and says “Fuck, that has to be you…”  He turns enough to kiss me and then spreads his ass cheeks farther apart.

But he’s not ready for my dick yet.  “Let me get some smaller guys up me first.”  He goes off.  (He must have found just who he needs—I never see him again.)

“Well, hell,” the bruiser says, “If he doesn’t want that cock I do.”

I heft his massive meat and look at him quizzically.

“Put it in my ass.”  And this guy, who looks like he’s a bouncer at some bar patronized by unruly Marines, bends over and takes me easily.  To the hilt.  Instantly, other guys are crawling under him to lick his big cock as I fuck him.  Another guy is trying to tongue my ass as I fuck.  It feels great, but it’s just too crowded to give him a good fuck.  The bruiser stands up, pulling me out of him and takes me to his room.

We do it right for the next 30 minutes.  He’s only disappointed that I am not flip fucker.

I go back for the last time to the guy I started with on the fuck bench.  His ass lips are now indeed as puffy as Juan indicated.  I tongue them gently and give him one last fuck.  He cranes his head to really look at me as he cleans my dick afterward.  When he pulls off he says, “You have no idea how many anal orgasms you’ve given me tonight...”

****

In the dark area on the second floor, a cute Hispanic top decides to bottom.  A big mistake.

Back on the third floor, I give head to an amazingly thick Arab cock.  His thick foreskin will not retract.  But he loves how determined my tongue is to try.  He loves it so much he gives me a load—and takes my BBRT screen name.  (He writes later that he wanted me to fuck him but didn’t know how to ask!)

I find Daniel again.  “I have two loads—come to the sling.”  I rim, I felch and I fuck in the velvet of his cummy ass.   This time we find an older man who takes turns with me on that wet ass.  He loves to clean the previous dick up Daniel as much as I do.

I think this is my cum for the evening.  But as soon as I decide that, my orgasm recedes to nothing.   We make Daniel shoot all over himself—me in his ass and the man in his mouth.  Both tops lick his ripped chest clean.

*****

It’s past midnight.  I have been here for over four hours.


Guys are leaving.  It’s a weeknight and the space is clearing fast.  I really want to drop this load I’ve been working on all night.

“Hey, Stranger.  I saw you earlier.”

I turn.   It’s Warren.  (Shaved head, worked out, occasional porn actor Warren).  I haven’t seen him since he moved out of downtown and into the suburbs.  We hug.

And he invites me back to his room.

He’s ass up instantly—he wants to get home, too. 

I lick him.  I’m pretty sure he’s been busy, but he tells me he only has one load as he’s topped all night.  I rise up and sink into him.

Oh, fuck, I’ve missed his ass.  He squeezes me tightly. 

I am right on the edge in just a few strokes. 

I shoot.   Big.  After all those holes I’ve fucked tonight.

I come back to reality slowly.  Warren pulls off me and flips, legs up, hand on his own dick.  He tells me just what to do….

“Felch me while I get off.”


I do.  A snowball of my cum at the crucial moment sends his jizz flying…

Friday, January 31, 2014

The Kindness of Strangers

If you read this blog, you have likely read stories about Juan.  Juan has been on here in many, many posts.  You might remember the time he load collected for me at the bathhouse—and would come sit on my face each time he’d gotten several shot up his incredible, milking hole.  Or the time when he was my travel companion for a Halloween Weekend and several of us loaded his ass at the motel—then he and I went off to another bathhouse to keep the load count growing.  There was also the session where he was alone at my house, but I had a devil’s dick of frozen cum for our fucking, felching and snowballing pleasure.



I think it was while we were on the trip together, that Juan asked if I might be interested in using the blog to ask a favor.  Juan is attending a conference in San Antonio, Texas in March.  He was curious if I would post a query to see if there were any readers who would like to host a graduate student who loves good sex.
So I am asking for him.  Here is more of what he wrote me:

“I was wondering if any of your readers would want to host me—exchanging housing for a fun time.  Obviously, since I am there for a conference that is my first priority, but otherwise I should be pretty open.  The trip is from March 18 to 24 or so.”
So there it is.  I’ll add he’s a great guy.  And he’s not just a bottom.  I have seen him top and he loves that, too. 

Here are a few highlights from one of his profiles:  “My ass loves sucking cock, but I enjoy breeding puckered holes, glory holes or “gag the fag” type of throat fucking.  I am fun and uninhibited….a cum pig who enjoys my hole worked over and left gaping—or eating a hole out before, during and after I fuck it.  Felching and poppers are my high!  No chems other than poppers.”

If there is anyone in San Antonio who is reading this who is interested and wants to know more, I would ask that you contact me through felchingpisser@gmail.com.  I will forward any responses to him—and then I’ll step aside and let you and Juan work it out.
 

If you haven’t read the posts about Juan—click his name in the cloud (or right here.)

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

The Man in the Sling Room

Chicago—December, 2013

This picks up right after the last post about the piss party.

Ryan (of ‘Spreading My Legs’) and I stop thinking with our dicks long enough to get some food.  Fortified, we check in to Steamworks and go our separate ways.  I strip, find a clean jock, as opposed to the damp yellow one, and put my boots back on.  I add the chaps and harness.  The chaps are more for warmth—but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the added stares they cause as I circle the corridors.
I walk maze of the upper floor.  The slurp ramp here is empty.  The closed glory hole booths seem active, but I want to see my partner tonight.  I go down a flight.  The slurp ramp there is deserted.  Except for my fuck-bud Juan.  It’s an unplanned meet.  We kiss.  I mention to Juan that he should look for Ryan. 

“He really wants to fuck you,” I continue.  “He says it every time I do a post about you.”   
Juan thanks me and I tell him I’ll try to find him once he’s loaded.  I circle the rooms on the second floor by the showers.  I make great eye contact with a slim man in the private corner sling room.  His room is full of guys.  There are toys everywhere and rolls of paper towels tucked in the corners.  As I pass he holds my gaze, and turns his hairless and perfectly shaped butt towards me.  I pause, but one of the men in the room, turn him around and begin fingering his hole.  I complete my circuit.

I go down a level.  I watch some action on the fuck bench.  I find Ryan and tell him Juan is here.  The moment I start describing him, he knows who I mean.  He’s seen him.  (They meet and fuck repeatedly throughout the night…).  I go to the public sling.  A lanky man, about my age is lying in it.  It takes a moment, but I recognize a versatile man I play with at home.  He’s the perfect warm up for the evening.

“It’s kinda sad I have to come to Chicago to get another crack at that ass of yours,” I murmur as I kneel and start eating his hole.  His grin gives way to a heartfelt sigh as my tongue opens him up.
“Fuck, man.  You’re my first dick tonight.  Make me wet.”

I eat.  We fuck.  Both happy to have a buddy to warm up with before we move on to new meat…

*****
I make the circuit again.  And again I have great eye contact with the man in the corner room.  He’s in the sling in there, his head looking out the door as a cute boy slowly slides his fist up his ass.  I stop.  We smile.  I watch for a moment.  He turns away to say something to his top. 

I move on.
I find a 20-something who is ass up with his door open.

I fuck him until he begs me for a break.  I let him have it.  The break, that is…
*****
I make the circuit again.  I can’t stop looking at this man.  This time when he sees me coming, he clears the room and greets me on all fours on the bed, his head looking over his shoulder.  I go in.  His ass is perfect.  Beautifully mounded.  Hairless.  The rest of him is very slender.  His hair is cropped close.  His chin has a goatee that I want to nuzzle.  But it’s his eyes and his grin.  I can’t stop looking at him.  But I do.  I bend over and start eating the well-used ass.  He moans.   I dig deep.

“Let’s get you in the sling.”
“Where ever you want me.”

I dig in again.  I know he took a hand earlier, but you’d never know it.  He knows how to keep his hole in shape.  I stand, my cock rest on his ball sack.  “Covered or raw?”
“However you want me.”

I don’t answer; I just let my drooling cock press against his wet hole.  I slide in. 
People arrive at the door.  Some that seem to be friends, some who are just there to watch me fuck.  I put on show. 

I fuck slow. 
I stand still and pull and push the sling away from me. 

I fuck with a hip smacking intensity that fills the room.
Johann loves to show off as much as I do.  He looks at the twinks that have gathered in the door.  “I want to taste your cock.  I love it right from my hole.”  I don’t need any more of a hint to pull out and bring it to his mouth.  He makes a show of savoring the taste.  The queen-iest of the boys watching leaves…

Freshly wet with saliva, I plow back into him. 
And repeat.

And again.
“Do you fist, too?”

I nod.  And reach for a glove.  “I didn’t prep my nails,” I tell him.
He nods as I grease up. 

Two fingers right.  Two fingers left.
Then three and three.

I am in his hole in no time.  His ass lips firmly clamped around my wrist.
Our eyes connect.  I am right where Johann wants me.  I crawl almost imperceptibly up him.  Each millimeter I move sends waves of pleasure through him.   We are focused only on each other.  Eyes locked. A move.  A reaction. Another.  We are totally in tune.

Finally he asks for a break.   I withdraw.

We fuck a little on the bed.  I have either my tongue, cock or hand in him for hours.  I don’t go anywhere else that night.
The young man I saw fist him comes back.  He bring a friend of Johann’s with him, a hot hairy man I’d seen playing in here before.  The young one asks if I’d like to explore his ass.

“Cock or hand?”
“Hand, man.  You got a nice cock, but I need to get off.”

I glove up, up he hates the feel of that.
“Ever put your hand in condom?”

I pull my fingers together and we roll a condom over my hand.   This boy is young—but he takes my entire hand as if it were a breadstick.  I am up and slowly fucking him, barely moving my arm.
I look over.  Johann, who had been idly playing with the hairy one’s hole, is now pumping his raw cock up it.  They fuck—both watching me work over the youngest one.  I worm my way deep, with young one on all fours.  I hit his prostate—and he rears up, shooting his load all over the fucking couple.  The youngest withdraws from the room hastily.

The three of us look at each other.
“You should take his fist,” Johann tells the hairy one.

“I can’t now.  I’m done for the night.”
I nod.

“But I’d love to try your cock.”
Johan pulls out of his ass.  I look at Johan—I was hoping to seed him.  “I think my ass is done, too,” he tells me.

I slip into the hairy hole.  It’s a great contrast in feel.  Every bit as muscular, though.  He is milking my cock.  It’s not going to be a lengthy fuck after all hours of play—both here and at the piss party.
I shoot.  It’s violent and loud.  Johann holds on to me from behind.  I stay lodged in the flooded ass.  I can’t think of a place I’d rather be.

Until Johann gentle guides the hairy ass off my cock—and goes up it himself.  “You loaded him good.  Just like I’m….”
He doesn’t finish.  He just bucks into the younger man who now has two daddy loads in him.

*****
Johann wrote me later.  We’d met before.  I’d fucked him and his boyfriend at a party in Chicago years and years ago.  Once he said it, I even remembered the party.  It was a major night.  It was the night I met Juan at that same party.   He concluded with:

"What a great combination of warm human being and hot pig top. Your big cock felt wonderful in my hole and in my mouth (and loved how you moved frequently from one to the other), and your narrow hand effortlessly slid deep inside me. I wish our long session could have been even longer.”

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Return to the Bathhouse

Indianapolis—November, 2013

 We were on our way back to the bathhouse the moment Juan and I were done with the mini-gangbang.  Juan wanted to get there with those three loads in his ass…



 We walk the halls.  It’s a totally different feel from the night before.  There was electricity in the air on Halloween.  Tonight it’s just another night at the tubs.  We push the curtains aside and walk into the communal dark area.  There are no crowds tonight.  It feels empty.  Just to get things going, I bend Juan over.  He holds on to one of the benches and I hunker down behind him and tongue fuck his ass.  It’s still very full from the loads he took at the motel.  He pushes out a small dollop of jizz into my mouth.
“Fucker…”  I stand up and push my rampant cock into his ass

Juan moans, partly from the cock attack, partly to attract guys into the dark room.  I can make out two who must have been there when we entered.  They are sitting on opposite sides of the room from each other, but at least they do start playing with themselves as we fuck.  I make sure that I slap Juan’s hairy ass, which echoes in the empty space.  It works.  Three or four guys filter in.  Almost instantly, Juan has lifted a towel and has a cock in his mouth.  Soon he pulls off me, turns around and inserts the new dick. 
Exactly why we are here.

I find a willing mouth.  I know that he knows it was just up Juan’s ass.  It seems to excite him.  I let him suck me.  He takes me to the root with ease.  Repeatedly.  But he can’t get enough of my dripping piss slit.   He keeps pulling back off the shaft so he can squeeze the head with his left hand.  He gets a dollop of precum on his hardworking tongue which he swallows with relish.  After about the fifth time he does this, I pull him up and ram my tongue into his mouth.  We kiss.  Long.  Deep. With lots of shared spit.  Eventually, I pull back and look at him.  He’s maybe 30, maybe 35.  He’s 5’8”, slim and with just wisps of dark hair on his chest.  It’s his face that gives me pause—he’s not just good looking—he’s stunning.  Or at least to me.  And seemingly to the rest of the room.  Everyone wants to touch him as we play.  My partner grasps my wrist and leads me from the room.  He has one of the double bed rooms that are right outside the dark area.  But the surprise is that there is a man standing right inside the door.
“Well, hello,” he says.  He’s  in his late 60’s, decently put together and is standing there naked with a thick six incher pointing right at me.  “You must have a big one if he brought you back here.”

I smile. 
The boy scrambles up on the bed, on all fours. “Fuck me like you did that guy.”

The older man starts to leave, then stops.  “You don’t mind if I grab a friend to join us.”  He is gone before I can answer, but it wasn’t really phrased as a question anyway.  He leaves the door wide open. 
I bend over to taste the hot one’s ass.  The bed is high—if I kneel, I’ll be too low.  He moans.  I eat him out.  I think he’s been fucked tonight, but he has not been loaded.  I get him down, so he’s standing on the floor, so I can get my cock in him.  The moment I get my cock into his hole, guys push into the room.  Hands are everywhere.  Many are on my ass, on my balls, my nips and his cock.

“Out.  All of you.”  It’s the Daddy.  He’s back with a man slightly younger than I. The onlookers troop out of the room and the Daddy shuts the door.  The new man drops his towel.  His cock is about my size, with a slight upwards curve.
“Fuck the boy.”  I think he means me, as I’m still up him.  But I’m wrong.  It’s the new guy he wants to see up the boy.  The Daddy pulls me over to him.  He chews my nips and sucks my cock.  I watch the new guy fuck the pretty one.

“Change up.”  It’s Daddy calling the shots.  I go back up the gorgeous one.  The Daddy and the newcomer decide to converse too loudly as I fuck.
“That’s enough.  Fuck me,” Daddy instructs me.  I pull out and slip into the Daddy, who has bent over the bed.  The newcomer flips the gorgeous one on his back and fucks him again.

“You are really big,” Daddy pants.  The sound of the side by side fuckings fill the room. 
“That’s enough,” Daddy says as he pulls up and away from me. “We need to take a small break.”

I am hustled out of the room.  The door closes.
I go and sit in the billows of steam in the steam room.  Hands reach out of the mist…

***
After I tire of the heat, (and some head that is only adequate) I make the tour of the halls again.  There is no sign of Juan.  That’s a good thing.  The gorgeous boy finds me in the dark area.  Once again he pulls me back to the room.  The other two are there.  I fuck the gorgeous boy.  I fuck the Daddy. 

“Break.  See you later.”  The Daddy is holding the door open.  I’ve been there for less than ten minutes.  I am tired of the lack of attention span---and I think I know what’s happening.  The gorgeous one pulls out the tell-tale stash from the far side of mattress too fast—before I’m out the door.  I’m not supposed to see it, but I do.  I won’t be back.
***

I fuck two random guys in the dark room. 
One shoots with my cock deep in his guts.

***
I sit alone in the dark area.  My cock needs relief.  I’ve been edging with all the sex I’ve had for too long.  But there is no one here to help.

A guy comes in.  For a second, he’s framed in the lit doorway.  He is a big bear of man.  Big, but not sloppy big.  He gets down on his knees in front of me.  He engulfs my cock in one gulp.  I reach down and fondle his nipples, playing with the hair on his chest.
The curtains part.  It’s Juan.  He watches the man give me head. 

The big man looks up, rather wistfully, into my eyes.  “Would you fuck me, Sir?” 
I nod.  He gets up and bends over, holding on to the wall.  I briefly kneel and spit on his hole.  I push against him.  He’s tight.  I push again and I’m in.  I hold still.  I can tell he’s struggling to relax.  I begin a slow fuck.  I see Juan stroking.  I so rarely see him hard anymore.  He has a long, uncut cock.  I turn the Bear away from the wall so he can suck Juan.

“I want to fuck him.” 
I look over at Juan.  I know he tops—just never around me.  I can’t wait to see him in action.  I pull out and watch Juan slide into the Bear’s hot ass.  He fucks with great authority—he owns that ass.  The Bear hesitates for a second, knowing my cock was in his ass, but then goes down on me hungrily.  I lean across the man and kiss Juan.  I can tell Juan is building for a cum shot.  We kiss hungrily.   He only breaks it as he shoots into the Bear.

“Oh, yeah.  Take it.”
I move around.  I clean Juan when he finally decides to pull out.  I lick up the cum that he’s pulled out of the Bear’s ass.  I push in—fucking in Juan’s jizz.

“Do you want another load?”
“Yes.  Yes, Sir.”

It takes me no time at all to mix my cum with Juan’s.
Juan cleans me, savoring our mixed jizz that is all over my wet dick.  He kisses me.  The Bear straightens up, leaning against the wall.  His legs are shaking.  We pull him into our kiss…


We go our separate ways in the morning—me to Michigan, Juan to Illinois.  I am tired, but Juan has arranged at least two hook-ups en route as he heads home.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Juan's Motel Sex Party

Indianapolis—November, 2013

 Juan and I slept late after our night at the bathhouse.  After a big breakfast, we wandered around downtown to find a good internet coffee bar so Juan could study and I could be online talking to potential tops for the evening’s gangbang.  I have always found that the guys you talk to just a few hours before an event actually show up as opposed to the guys who said they wanted to come a week ago.
Well, that little truism did not hold true for Indy.  We only had two of the eleven guys show up.  The good news is that they were the right two guys…

 
Juan is just finishing in the bathroom as our first guest knocks on the motel door.  I do a quick look around the room.  One bed is stripped of its bedspread so we can play on the top sheet.  The lamp shades are covered with red bandanas so the light is filtered and not glaring.  Lube is on the desk by the door and the table between the two beds.  A couple of extra towels are next to the computer where Raw Perverts is playing.  I open the door.

A man about my age steps in.  Russ has been the man who’s talked to me the most about the gangbang.  So much so, I was afraid it was all going to be a mental jerkoff for him.  He strips down, tossing his clothes on the one chair.  He’s in decent shape for his late 50’s.  His hair is cropped short and decidedly salt and pepper.  He’s lightly hairy all over.  And his larger than average cock is already starting to swell.
“You know,” Russ says, “that this is Indy.  Most of those guys on your party list won’t show up.”

“That’s true everywhere,” I counter, adjusting my cock in my stained, white jock.
“Yeah, but you got all the guys who like to see themselves on the invite list.  Makes them think they are in demand.”

There is no further discussion.  Juan steps out of the bathroom, in a jock and athletic socks.  He says hello and instantly falls to his knees in front of Russ.  It takes little encouragement to get him hard.  Russ starts talking dirty, telling Juan to suck his cock.  Within moments, Russ gets Juan on the bed and begins rimming.  I kneel next to Russ.  He groans at the taste of Juan’s wet hole.  I know I have the perfect top partner, when without prompting, he kisses me deeply, making sure that I can taste Juan’s hole right along with him.  I groan in the back of my throat—and spit into the new man’s mouth.  Russ spits it into Juan and pushes my spittle deep into our boy’s hole.

Russ stands and sticks his dick into Juan.  I jump up on the bed, and hold Juan’s legs for ease of fucking.  My balls are right in Juan’s mouth.  Russ fucks him hard.
“Flip him over.” 

I get up and help Juan get on all fours.  Russ is right back up him. 
I watch his cock pound Juan. My dick is back in Juan’s mouth.  When Russ slows, I get down on the floor.  He understands without being told.  He sticks it directly into my mouth.  I clean it.  I make sure I share it with Russ.  He swallows hungrily. 
It’s my turn up Juan.  I fuck him on all fours.  His ass is juicy and hot from all the attention. 

I fuck him on his back.  Russ cleans my cock, and then he dives into the still spread ass, slurping loudly, to taste what we’ve done to Juan’s hole.
 
When he comes up for air, he kisses Juan.  It works into a shared three-way kiss. 
When Juan wants to catch his breath, Russ asks to be throat fucked.  He lies on the bed, his head hanging over the edge.  I impale his cock with my dripping dick.  I just hold it there. 


Then I begin a slow fuck.  I wait for him to choke on it.  He never does.  I ride his throat like I would an experienced ass.  I pull up long strands of spittle.  We kiss—snowballing all his throat scum.
We go back to fucking and do the rotation again, this time with Juan riding us.

A knock on the door makes Juan pause, mid downward thrust.  I untangle from the knot of bodies on the bed and go answer it.  It’s a young man.  He’s built like he played football in high school.  He enters, slightly shyly.  I tell him where to strip.  His clothes go into a very neat pile on his tennis shoes.  I wonder how he’ll react to all this.  Juan gets up off Russ’ dick and gets on his knees in front of the newcomer.  (The footballer said ‘no’ to photos.)  He gets hard quickly.  Juan stands, backs onto the man’s erection and fucks himself on the new cock.  Slowly, they inch to closer to the bed, still attached, so Juan can lean on the foot of it.  I think the boy may blow in the first five minutes.  But he doesn’t.  He pulls out.

“I don’t wanna cum yet.”  He sits on the other bed.  Russ and I go to work on Juan.  We are showing off for the boy.  I eat Juan’s hole.  Russ fucks him.  I lick Russ’ cock.  I fuck him.  The young man beats harder as he watches his own personal porno playing just for him.  Russ takes over on Juan’s hole.  I go over and suck the watcher.  Behind me Russ is delivering a butt slapping fuck, grunting and swearing. 
Suddenly he stops vocalizing.  He’s cumming.  He shoots in Juan.  I go over and wait for him to pull out. 

I’m sure the young man has never seen a guy clean another man’s cock right from the hole.  He sits forward and watches me lick the cum off of it.  He leans in even closer as my face buries itself in Juan’s ass.
“God, that’s good,” I grunt out.  I turn to the young man.  “Fuck in his cum.  I left some for you.”

The young man gets up.  He pushes in roughly.  He builds to a fast fuck.  He empties his big balls into Juan.  I kneel next to him.
“You really want it?” he asks.

I nod.  He pulls out and sticks his slippery cock in my mouth.  I groan.  Russ kneels and we snow ball my cleanings back and forth.  The boy just stands there—entranced that we would be doing this with his cum.  His eyes are wide; his mouth open.  We have given him jack off material for at least a month.  All this makes Russ hard again.  He stands up and pushes into Juan.
The young man makes no move to get dressed.  He just watches Russ fuck. 

And cum.  Russ blows a second load into Juan. 

I snap a picture before licking up the cum that’s leaking out of Juan’s hole—and fucking the rest deep into Juan’s gut.
The young man washes and gets dressed.  He leaves.  All smiles.

The three of us are lying in a happy pile on the bed.  Juan asks the time.  I tell him. 
“I guess we are off to the bathhouse,” Juan grins. 

We had given the invited men a 90 minute window in which to arrive.  It’s been two hours.  I look at my dripping dick, fresh out of Juan’s butt.  “Clean this up,” I tell Russ.  “Those guys in the steam room don’t get to taste Juan’s ass.  At least, not this way.”
Russ happily takes me to the root as Juan kisses me…

(Next post---Back to the Bathhouse)