I received a note on BBRT from HotCumLoads, my dependable and hot bottom at MAL who took care of me so often as others wore out:
“Hey stud!
It was great to see you again at MAL this year!
Always have fun playing with you!
Load count for the weekend (thurs thru tues morning) 72”
Now, that is impressive. That’s more than 10 a day…even with his staying one more day than I did.
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When I was fucking Gary during the Erosion post, I had an experience I didn’t include. When he arrived, I grabbed a Dick Wadd DVD without looking at which one it was. I popped it into the machine, hit the play button and pulled Gary’s face into my jock. I wanted the groans and splashing as background noise. Some time in the course of our play, my eye caught what was happening on the screen. There was J, the porn star, I fucked, in a sling. I had an amazing moment of sense memory. I could feel his hard arms. Taste his incredible hole. Feel him on top me as he woke me up that morning in DC. It was so strong, I actually had to sit down on the bed for a moment. It was fleeting--and gone. I took a deep breath--and got Gary into the sling…
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Today I’m traveling to Chicago to meet David, the piss bottom from MAL--Day Three. We really wanted to play again--and to completion this time.
So here’s the invite part: to any and all of my Chicagoland readers--we will be at Steamworks tonight (Friday, Jan. 27) at 9pm. (You will also see us listed on BBRT). We’ll be easy to find. I’ll be the tall, bald one in leather. We will be playing in the communal sling and fuck bench areas. We’ll never shut the door to our room if we decide to be there. He is looking for loads (of course), and I will be looking for others to fuck while he’s busy. We’re hoping for a felching feast…
Can you think of a nicer way to meet your blogger?
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Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
In Recovery
I have been dreaming of the sex I had on the trip. Something I rarely do--or at least, rarely remember.
I was also chatting with the Silver Fox--a Detroit top-- today on BBRT. We shared a number of guys at MAL without knowing it--our tastes are so similar. We are so in tune that our impressions of the three
guys were almost exactly alike.
I think my recovering sex drive has also led me to not racing
back to posting. But while on BBRT, I also talked to the
Cum Hound for who I collected the loads at the bookstore.
We have a date for Monday.
It should be a nice cummy fuck....
And you know I'll be posting about that.....
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
MAL--L'envoi
I don’t think I realized what an “epic saga” my MAL reporting had become until last night as I was scrolling through it all. Jeez---I was busy…But of course, I have a few final thoughts about it all.
My living room is covered with plastic, where my freshly conditioned leather is drying. (There was so much dried lube and cum caked on it, it was amazing.) The smell of it is fantastic, for those who love leather. If I hadn’t played as hard as I did, I’d be hard right now.
I had three blog reader interactions at the hotel:
A) I seemingly pissed off a reader. He was being funny online--and I thought my response was, too--but I have never used smiley faces or the dreadful “LOL“ after statements I type. I was deluged at times on BBRT and, looking back at the exchange, I realize my word choice was not good enough to show I was being humorous. If you read this, sir--I wasn’t being an ass on purpose….I was just typing fast…Sorry.
B) I met Ken in the lobby after he dropped me an email. We had a really pleasant talk about the blog, MAL, the DC gay scene, etc…And I would have boned him in a heartbeat if I hadn’t dropped a load 30 minutes before we met. And Ken, if you see this, get rid of that picture you sent me. You are so much handsomer than that photo…
C) And on the very first day, in the Vendor Mart, packed with guys in hides, I passed a couple and heard: “That’s the guy that writes that blog…” Ah, fame after all these years…
I noticed it in the airport--I was still looking at everyone as a potential sex partner. Well, of course, I kind of live my life that way anyway. But when you’ve just been at an hotel filled with potential sex 24 hours a day for four days, I had to really remind myself that the guy in front of me on the escalator with a hot ass, might actually be straight…
On the way home from Detroit Metro Airport, I did stop by the Breeder’s favorite rest area in Michigan. It was mid day, so I only saw the one man who I have seen there every time I have ever been there…I told him my cock was exhausted.
And lastly, Bad Seed Media has the promo up for the porn scene I filmed at MAL last year. When I first saw it it had a heading like “Jayson’s MAL Bang“ But it‘s been re-edited and the title is no longer there...
Ah, Jayson--I miss your ass….
My living room is covered with plastic, where my freshly conditioned leather is drying. (There was so much dried lube and cum caked on it, it was amazing.) The smell of it is fantastic, for those who love leather. If I hadn’t played as hard as I did, I’d be hard right now.
I had three blog reader interactions at the hotel:
A) I seemingly pissed off a reader. He was being funny online--and I thought my response was, too--but I have never used smiley faces or the dreadful “LOL“ after statements I type. I was deluged at times on BBRT and, looking back at the exchange, I realize my word choice was not good enough to show I was being humorous. If you read this, sir--I wasn’t being an ass on purpose….I was just typing fast…Sorry.
B) I met Ken in the lobby after he dropped me an email. We had a really pleasant talk about the blog, MAL, the DC gay scene, etc…And I would have boned him in a heartbeat if I hadn’t dropped a load 30 minutes before we met. And Ken, if you see this, get rid of that picture you sent me. You are so much handsomer than that photo…
C) And on the very first day, in the Vendor Mart, packed with guys in hides, I passed a couple and heard: “That’s the guy that writes that blog…” Ah, fame after all these years…
I noticed it in the airport--I was still looking at everyone as a potential sex partner. Well, of course, I kind of live my life that way anyway. But when you’ve just been at an hotel filled with potential sex 24 hours a day for four days, I had to really remind myself that the guy in front of me on the escalator with a hot ass, might actually be straight…
On the way home from Detroit Metro Airport, I did stop by the Breeder’s favorite rest area in Michigan. It was mid day, so I only saw the one man who I have seen there every time I have ever been there…I told him my cock was exhausted.
And lastly, Bad Seed Media has the promo up for the porn scene I filmed at MAL last year. When I first saw it it had a heading like “Jayson’s MAL Bang“ But it‘s been re-edited and the title is no longer there...
Ah, Jayson--I miss your ass….
Monday, January 16, 2012
MAL--Day Four
I make myself take a lazy morning. My cock was beginning to feel all the play.
I read.
I write.
I doze.
I get online.
I decide to look up a young man who I played with last year. He is pretty much a no limits cum whore. And gorgeous--muscled, tatted, dark hair and electric blue eyes. He videos all his encounters to show his Master how much dick, fist and piss he has taken during the weekend. My time with peeboy is short. There are two men already with him. A couple I think. A big dicked top and a regulation sized vers--both late 30’s and very good looking. Pissboi2 is giving them head, but I don’t think they fuck bareback. So they wave me over to enter him. I do. His ass is velvety. But not cum lined. Pissboi2 lets me fuck, but he keeps standing up to show himself off to the camera, pulling me out in the process. I push him over and re-enter--just to have him do it again. After the third time of this, the other top turns him around. I wonder if the thick uncut cock is going to disappear, but no. He works his fist up him. Pissboi2 hangs on to me and starts furiously jerking. The vers guy raises his shirt in case he gets sprayed. And does he ever. A huge load of cum bursts from Pissboi2. He tells us it’s his first cum of the weekend. And I almost believe him--even though his door has been open 18 hours a day. While the couple wash up, he chats me up telling me he remembers me from last year. And he does remember what we did…Flattering, considering the number of men he goes through in a weekend. (My laundry list of ass makes me look like a virgin next to his nonstop indulgence.) I say I’ll come back later, but he hosts a closed door party that night, so I don’t see him again.
I talk for a moment with HotCumLoads outside his door. The blindfold sessions are really increasing his numbers. He’s thrilled.
I go down to Vendor Mart for one last time. I buy some poppers, say good-bye to the Leather Man crew--and find David, last night’s piss play man, massaging a vendor. We hug. We talk. He really wants to go play, but he has no time to get to my room on the 9th floor. Well, the public toilet in the lobby will work. We go into a stall. He sits and gets me hard instantly. He asks for piss--but I’ve pissed before I knew he was here.
“Well, I have to go,” he announces. I think he means to go meet his ride home, but no. He wants to feed me. I crack open the new poppers, take a huge hit and he lets loose a torrent of piss down my gullet. Almost at the same time, a guy gets off noisily in the handicapped stall. It seems we weren’t the only ones playing…..David gets dressed for outside. We agree to try to meet on his next trip to Chicago. We both want to play at Steamworks with each other and show off……
I go up to the room and get online. Almost immediately I get a message from a tatted skinhead type. He’s in the hotel across the street. He’s worked the Vendor Mart all weekend and needs to be fucked. Hard. I throw on my jacket and am out the door.
It’s literally across the street. I get up to his room and he opens the door, all but naked. His body is covered in art of all sorts. Symbols, words, pictures, a smattering of tribal. It doesn’t quite goes to together--but he looks straight out of one of those Brit punk videos. His shaved head glistens, as he turns off a few lights and I start to strip. I’m down to the yellow jock--it’s strong with all the piss play last night. He’s on his knees mouthing it, before I can say anything--getting the scent all over his chinstrap beard. I realize at that moment we are a perfect match. I bend down, shove two fingers in his mouth, make him open wide and I spit. His eyes shine. Now he knows, too…
He gets me hard. I order him up the bed. He gets on all fours. The bed is high, but the perfect height for me to kneel and taste his hole with no bending. The room decorator has thoughtfully provided a full length mirror across from him. He watches me kneel behind him.
“I want to taste you hole, boy.”
His hole. It’s a work of art. He’s stretched it and worked it. He can squeeze so fucking hard on my tongue it hurts. He can push out the inner ring so it starts out, but not to the point of a rose bud--extending his ass into my waiting mouth. He huffs poppers and moans. I lube just a bit, I rise and press my cock against the ring. He resists on purpose, then relaxes and I glide home.
“Oh, fuck, Sir. That is so good. You have the perfect cock.”
I grunt and fuck him hard. My balls are slapping his ass. Eventually I slow. I flip him over. I want to see his eyes as I fuck him. I’m not disappointed. They go from lust to bliss and back again. My cock is in a state of constant drool--almost like I’ve had no sex all weekend.
I take a moment, clamber up on the high bed and lean against the pillows. He knows what I want. He get between my legs and savors the taste of his hole on my cock. I tell him to go for my balls--squeezing them together so he can get both in his mouth.
“Now lower,” I instruct him. “Try to get your tongue between the cockring and my balls. It’s a struggle, but he does. It’s one of a couple secret places on my body that can send me close to over the edge. I take a hit of my new poppers and let him work and work.
Soon I lie down and he’s riding my cock. He clamps down on. Hard.
“Christ,” I bark, “you’re as tight as a bad condom.” And we both laugh. He collapses forward and stops up my mouth his tongue.
We fuck. I get off the bed and get his head hanging off to bed and skull fuck him. Spit. Fuck. Slow, slow, to the hilt. Gag. Pull those long strands of spittle out. Kiss.
I swing him around, still on his back. “Now take a hit of poppers.” He does. I want to watch the ripple through his expressive face. We fuck. Slow, but with full on strokes that shake the bed. I catch myself in the mirror, and for a moment I’m convinced I look hot.
Eventually we stop. I spin him around again, his head towards me, but still supported by the bed this time. I bend over him so my left armpit is in his face as I nuzzle and lick his rightt pit. We are both scent pigs. We lick and chew and kiss, long and slow. And repeat with the other side. The kiss this time is long and lingering. Hot and tender combined.
Too soon I have to breed. He’s expecting the roommate anytime. I eat hole, thrust in. Eat. Thrust and spew. I cum and cum. I collapse on his chest. I love watching his face as I shoot. Totally fulfilled. We kiss again. I pull out. He swings around to catch the drips from my cock. I lick around his hole, teasing a little of my load out of him.
“Please let me keep it, Sir.” How can you say no to that?
I am beat. I make it to my room and doze. I eat a little. Four hours later I’m ready again. I check in on HotCumLoads. He has two guys--one in each hole. And a bottom who is trying to steal cock from him. The couple gives way to me, and surprisingly leave as I eat and fuck. He’s been busy. But I decide to wait a bit.
A hot versatile Puerto Rican wants to play. He tells me he has a 9 X 6 cock. I remind him I’m not vers, and he says that’s fine. I go to his room, we suck each other--but it’s not right. We both need a hungry bottom--and they all seem to have gone to the closing dance. (And some how his “9 X 6 fits perfectly on top of my 8.5 X 6 cock. With mine just a little longer…those Caribbean rulers….)
I go back to HCL. The couple has returned. They fuck him. They watch me eat his ass---and cum one last time up his now pleasantly familiar hole. A fitting way to end MAL 2012.
I read.
I write.
I doze.
I get online.
I decide to look up a young man who I played with last year. He is pretty much a no limits cum whore. And gorgeous--muscled, tatted, dark hair and electric blue eyes. He videos all his encounters to show his Master how much dick, fist and piss he has taken during the weekend. My time with peeboy is short. There are two men already with him. A couple I think. A big dicked top and a regulation sized vers--both late 30’s and very good looking. Pissboi2 is giving them head, but I don’t think they fuck bareback. So they wave me over to enter him. I do. His ass is velvety. But not cum lined. Pissboi2 lets me fuck, but he keeps standing up to show himself off to the camera, pulling me out in the process. I push him over and re-enter--just to have him do it again. After the third time of this, the other top turns him around. I wonder if the thick uncut cock is going to disappear, but no. He works his fist up him. Pissboi2 hangs on to me and starts furiously jerking. The vers guy raises his shirt in case he gets sprayed. And does he ever. A huge load of cum bursts from Pissboi2. He tells us it’s his first cum of the weekend. And I almost believe him--even though his door has been open 18 hours a day. While the couple wash up, he chats me up telling me he remembers me from last year. And he does remember what we did…Flattering, considering the number of men he goes through in a weekend. (My laundry list of ass makes me look like a virgin next to his nonstop indulgence.) I say I’ll come back later, but he hosts a closed door party that night, so I don’t see him again.
I talk for a moment with HotCumLoads outside his door. The blindfold sessions are really increasing his numbers. He’s thrilled.
I go down to Vendor Mart for one last time. I buy some poppers, say good-bye to the Leather Man crew--and find David, last night’s piss play man, massaging a vendor. We hug. We talk. He really wants to go play, but he has no time to get to my room on the 9th floor. Well, the public toilet in the lobby will work. We go into a stall. He sits and gets me hard instantly. He asks for piss--but I’ve pissed before I knew he was here.
“Well, I have to go,” he announces. I think he means to go meet his ride home, but no. He wants to feed me. I crack open the new poppers, take a huge hit and he lets loose a torrent of piss down my gullet. Almost at the same time, a guy gets off noisily in the handicapped stall. It seems we weren’t the only ones playing…..David gets dressed for outside. We agree to try to meet on his next trip to Chicago. We both want to play at Steamworks with each other and show off……
I go up to the room and get online. Almost immediately I get a message from a tatted skinhead type. He’s in the hotel across the street. He’s worked the Vendor Mart all weekend and needs to be fucked. Hard. I throw on my jacket and am out the door.
It’s literally across the street. I get up to his room and he opens the door, all but naked. His body is covered in art of all sorts. Symbols, words, pictures, a smattering of tribal. It doesn’t quite goes to together--but he looks straight out of one of those Brit punk videos. His shaved head glistens, as he turns off a few lights and I start to strip. I’m down to the yellow jock--it’s strong with all the piss play last night. He’s on his knees mouthing it, before I can say anything--getting the scent all over his chinstrap beard. I realize at that moment we are a perfect match. I bend down, shove two fingers in his mouth, make him open wide and I spit. His eyes shine. Now he knows, too…
He gets me hard. I order him up the bed. He gets on all fours. The bed is high, but the perfect height for me to kneel and taste his hole with no bending. The room decorator has thoughtfully provided a full length mirror across from him. He watches me kneel behind him.
“I want to taste you hole, boy.”
His hole. It’s a work of art. He’s stretched it and worked it. He can squeeze so fucking hard on my tongue it hurts. He can push out the inner ring so it starts out, but not to the point of a rose bud--extending his ass into my waiting mouth. He huffs poppers and moans. I lube just a bit, I rise and press my cock against the ring. He resists on purpose, then relaxes and I glide home.
“Oh, fuck, Sir. That is so good. You have the perfect cock.”
I grunt and fuck him hard. My balls are slapping his ass. Eventually I slow. I flip him over. I want to see his eyes as I fuck him. I’m not disappointed. They go from lust to bliss and back again. My cock is in a state of constant drool--almost like I’ve had no sex all weekend.
I take a moment, clamber up on the high bed and lean against the pillows. He knows what I want. He get between my legs and savors the taste of his hole on my cock. I tell him to go for my balls--squeezing them together so he can get both in his mouth.
“Now lower,” I instruct him. “Try to get your tongue between the cockring and my balls. It’s a struggle, but he does. It’s one of a couple secret places on my body that can send me close to over the edge. I take a hit of my new poppers and let him work and work.
Soon I lie down and he’s riding my cock. He clamps down on. Hard.
“Christ,” I bark, “you’re as tight as a bad condom.” And we both laugh. He collapses forward and stops up my mouth his tongue.
We fuck. I get off the bed and get his head hanging off to bed and skull fuck him. Spit. Fuck. Slow, slow, to the hilt. Gag. Pull those long strands of spittle out. Kiss.
I swing him around, still on his back. “Now take a hit of poppers.” He does. I want to watch the ripple through his expressive face. We fuck. Slow, but with full on strokes that shake the bed. I catch myself in the mirror, and for a moment I’m convinced I look hot.
Eventually we stop. I spin him around again, his head towards me, but still supported by the bed this time. I bend over him so my left armpit is in his face as I nuzzle and lick his rightt pit. We are both scent pigs. We lick and chew and kiss, long and slow. And repeat with the other side. The kiss this time is long and lingering. Hot and tender combined.
Too soon I have to breed. He’s expecting the roommate anytime. I eat hole, thrust in. Eat. Thrust and spew. I cum and cum. I collapse on his chest. I love watching his face as I shoot. Totally fulfilled. We kiss again. I pull out. He swings around to catch the drips from my cock. I lick around his hole, teasing a little of my load out of him.
“Please let me keep it, Sir.” How can you say no to that?
I am beat. I make it to my room and doze. I eat a little. Four hours later I’m ready again. I check in on HotCumLoads. He has two guys--one in each hole. And a bottom who is trying to steal cock from him. The couple gives way to me, and surprisingly leave as I eat and fuck. He’s been busy. But I decide to wait a bit.
A hot versatile Puerto Rican wants to play. He tells me he has a 9 X 6 cock. I remind him I’m not vers, and he says that’s fine. I go to his room, we suck each other--but it’s not right. We both need a hungry bottom--and they all seem to have gone to the closing dance. (And some how his “9 X 6 fits perfectly on top of my 8.5 X 6 cock. With mine just a little longer…those Caribbean rulers….)
I go back to HCL. The couple has returned. They fuck him. They watch me eat his ass---and cum one last time up his now pleasantly familiar hole. A fitting way to end MAL 2012.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
MAL Day Three
A day of connections...not just friction…
I get up earlier than I want to, but I’m ravenous.
Breakfast.
Reading.
Typing the blog.
Which makes me ready to fuck.
I dress: Yellow jock, combat boots, leather wrist bands, and cover it all with the Air Force flight suit for walking the halls.
The Event: A top has got two bottom boys in one room. The guest list is impressive. It is to start at 1pm. I leave my room at 1:30pm--so there will be cum in their holes.
I knock. The host opens the door. He’s graying, 50+ and fully dressed.
Everyone else in the room is naked.
There are maybe 15 guys. There seems to be only the one bottom, but he’s hot as hell. Latino, maybe 25 in a red jock, dark hair matted with sweat. He wears a bottle of poppers around his neck on a chain. He’s on all fours, on one of the two beds, taking a cock every bit as big as mine. The top is a muscled guy I know socially from last year’s MAL. Everyone else is watching and jacking, or watching and jacking their neighbor. I strip. I toss the coverall behind the chair. The top pulls out. I kneel and lick his hole. A murmur goes around the room. My cock is still waking up, so a thick cocked top with no length takes his turn. He’s the first to cum in his hole in my presence. I remove my cock from somebody’s mouth and felch the load.
An eager black top steps up to take his turn.
I am pulled toward the sling by a cute otter. The invite had stated others could bottom, so I start rimming his furry hole as soon as he’s in place. He’s tight. And he tells me so. I apply extra lube to my cock, rise and inch my way in. He’s a good fuck, though you can tell he doesn’t bottom with my size often. He finally asks me for a break.
I’m in the zone. I go directly to the center of attention, and insert my dick. He moans and says something in Spanish I don’t understand--but I get the general idea--so I fuck him harder. The dark, untrimmed hair on his ass is matted and used-- and so plainly visible against my white dick on each backstroke. I stop and taste what I’ve pulled out of him. A good mix of load…
He’s one of those boys made to be fucked. He takes everyone in the room who can get it up. Even the other bottoms. I go back to the otter on the other bed. He rides me. Nest up is a hairy, tattooed, Hollywood handsome, thirty-something in a harness. He is sucking and getting fucked, prepping all the men to enter the Latino. I eventually get Harness in the sling. My cock makes him see something miles above me. He starts talking dirty. Loud. He has two other men working his chest and, eventually another in his mouth. He finally stops me, only because he wants his own turn up the boy.
The room is emptying. A guy who looks 18 and is likely 21 has come in. He pulls out a thin long cock and begins slapping it on the cummy ass of the Latino. We all watch. I finally go over and taste the now well used hole. I lick. Spit it back in. This drives the young one crazy. I get out of the way and he plunges in. He fucks him hard. Soon he pulls out and makes the bottom clean his cock, which the Latino does with delight. I taste the hole again.
Harness all but pushes me aside he’s so ready to bust a nut. He gets his cock just inside the hole and shoots. I clean him, clean the hole, and look enquiringly at the young top.
“You fuck in that load.”
I do. Then I pull out and take it to the Latino’s mouth as the young top enters him. We play with this rotation for a long time.
A few guys are sucking each other now. The host has a great looking cock down his throat. Other guys fuck and load the boy. I have one other ass, hardly worth mentioning as he couldn’t take me for more than a couple of strokes….
The young top and I move the Latino to the sling. We take turns there. The young top still hasn’t shot. He has me lie down on the bed. He wants to see the Latino ride me. Once he’s mounted, he kneels between my legs. His face is just inches from my cock entering him. I so hope he’ll lick my balls, but no such luck. He could have seen me cum if he had done that…
The Latino, who has been very vocal during most of the event, is quieter now. He’s focused on my eyes. He slows his bouncing enough to bend and kiss me. We’re good. We kiss, barely grinding cock and ass together.
When we come up for air we realize, people are thinning fast. I don’t know where or when the young top went--I know he didn’t shoot. A new, handsome 40 something blond has walked in. He just pulls his cock out. I see him out of the corner of my eye and whisper to the bottom he needs to greet his new guest. He disengages and goes to kneel in front of the new comer. I watch and stroke. Soon the Latino rises and bends over in front of the blond. He enters. In less than ten strokes he’s shooting. The Latino turns and cleans his cock.
“Come here,” I say. He starts to sit on my cock again. “No. Up here.” He sits on my face. The recent load pours out. I hungrily swallow. The bottom groans. Gravity works. I get more and more. He finally can’t take it any longer. He slides off my face, and down my chest just enough to kiss me. He swabs out everything I haven’t swallowed. He calls me Daddy and settles in my arms. I feel his ass drip on my thigh. We become the only two people in the room.
The host calls a break. We disengage. I get dressed. With balls still loaded. I go up one flight to 475 the room of J, the porn star who had stayed in my room. He’d been online earlier--and recovered. I’m hoping his door might be cracked. It is. I knock and enter. The maid is making the bed. No sling, no luggage, nothing. He’s gone.
I drop him a line of BBRT saying I must have written the room down wrong. No response. I go out to grab a sandwich. And come back. There’s a flashing response. He’s moved to a suite. Come down--he’s loaded….
The door is cracked, a hanger wedged in it so it can’t shut. I knock and enter. A built Black man is fucking J. I go over, kiss him, tweak a nipple and see the thickest cock I have ever seen in my life on the man fucking him. And J is taking like it’s pretzel. I strip out of the coverall. J and I kiss again. I beat his mouth with my cock. I spit in it, turn his head and fuck his face. The Top reaches up and hangs from the sling frame. He never misses a beat in fucking that hairy hole. Finally he slows and pulls out. I try to take him in my mouth. I can’t. I feel totally inadequate. My eye teeth scrape him, and I’m not even close to taking in the head. He pats my head and pushes me towards Jake’s hole. He busies himself around the room--prepping it for more people. He dresses, kisses J goodbye and leaves me to fuck.
I finally enter him. I feel tiny after the width of the other. But J’s hole responds and clasps me tightly. I fuck. I make him suck his ass juice/earlier loads off my cock. We kiss, we spit…We are both totally into letting me take charge of this hot, tatted man.
The door opens. Two white bread young men wander in--in regular street clothes. They both fuck him briefly, one even cums. I think they can feel the vibe in the room is not for them and take off.
I fuck in the load. Soon J is out of the sling and sitting on my face. He revels in my tongue cleaning him. He stays in place, his full ass all but smothering me. Finally he gets off me and we kiss. We explore each others mouths. Ears. Necks. Armpits. We can’t get enough of each other’s scent in our beards. Then mixing those scents on our tongues. We stay on the floor, holding caressing and licking.
And a prissy queen walks in, sees J and wants him in full top mode. It’s not happening now--after we had gone to some totally different place…The queen natters on about J’s films--and I finally say we are calling it quits to get rid of him. He wanders off. I shut the door. But what ever we‘d created is lost. We both feel more tired than anything else. I leave him to crash--as do I.
When I awake, I have two insistent men online. Neither are in the hotel. One I talked to last year--and eventually find out I met at a Chicago piss party. He wants my piss. The other, a decent looking older blond, wants my fist. He’s coming to the hotel to a party the host had asked me to. I suggest to both, we meet there.
David, the pissee, arrives at the room while I’m still getting into chaps and harness. He looks so much hotter than his pictures: strong, chiseled features, nice hairy body and in full gear. We go down a few flights. The suite is laid out with slings and fuck bench. The blond is there--older than his pics. David greases up and start to fuck the blond. He soon stops and gives way to me. I slip in and fuck. I realize I’m cover in shit. This man who wants to be fisted has not even started to clean out. I wash. As I come out of the bathroom, I see a guy filling a syringe in the far corner. David and I make our excuses and get the fuck out of there.
We are back in my room. He asks for piss up his ass eventually. He keeps feeding me his piss so my load will be huge. We suck, we fuck, we drink piss. Finally, as I’m fucking him doggy style, I fill his ass and fuck in it. He tells me he could cum, hands free, as I do that.
We play more. But I never cum. He is holding his for a play party off site I have no interest in. We kiss--and he starts rubbing my back. I so need it. I melt. And he has great hands. Strong. He did things with his forearms like no one has ever done to me. We lay content and sighing…and all the roomies arrive.
David leaves. I eat a salad I’ve bought earlier. The food perks me up.
And my cock needs release.
I go down two floors to HotCumLoads. His door is cracked. He’s alone and blindfolded again. I taste his over flowing hole. Insert. Fuck. Explode. I collapse and clutch his furry back, wishing I could sleep right there, still inserted in his clenching hole.
I get up earlier than I want to, but I’m ravenous.
Breakfast.
Reading.
Typing the blog.
Which makes me ready to fuck.
I dress: Yellow jock, combat boots, leather wrist bands, and cover it all with the Air Force flight suit for walking the halls.
The Event: A top has got two bottom boys in one room. The guest list is impressive. It is to start at 1pm. I leave my room at 1:30pm--so there will be cum in their holes.
I knock. The host opens the door. He’s graying, 50+ and fully dressed.
Everyone else in the room is naked.
There are maybe 15 guys. There seems to be only the one bottom, but he’s hot as hell. Latino, maybe 25 in a red jock, dark hair matted with sweat. He wears a bottle of poppers around his neck on a chain. He’s on all fours, on one of the two beds, taking a cock every bit as big as mine. The top is a muscled guy I know socially from last year’s MAL. Everyone else is watching and jacking, or watching and jacking their neighbor. I strip. I toss the coverall behind the chair. The top pulls out. I kneel and lick his hole. A murmur goes around the room. My cock is still waking up, so a thick cocked top with no length takes his turn. He’s the first to cum in his hole in my presence. I remove my cock from somebody’s mouth and felch the load.
An eager black top steps up to take his turn.
I am pulled toward the sling by a cute otter. The invite had stated others could bottom, so I start rimming his furry hole as soon as he’s in place. He’s tight. And he tells me so. I apply extra lube to my cock, rise and inch my way in. He’s a good fuck, though you can tell he doesn’t bottom with my size often. He finally asks me for a break.
I’m in the zone. I go directly to the center of attention, and insert my dick. He moans and says something in Spanish I don’t understand--but I get the general idea--so I fuck him harder. The dark, untrimmed hair on his ass is matted and used-- and so plainly visible against my white dick on each backstroke. I stop and taste what I’ve pulled out of him. A good mix of load…
He’s one of those boys made to be fucked. He takes everyone in the room who can get it up. Even the other bottoms. I go back to the otter on the other bed. He rides me. Nest up is a hairy, tattooed, Hollywood handsome, thirty-something in a harness. He is sucking and getting fucked, prepping all the men to enter the Latino. I eventually get Harness in the sling. My cock makes him see something miles above me. He starts talking dirty. Loud. He has two other men working his chest and, eventually another in his mouth. He finally stops me, only because he wants his own turn up the boy.
The room is emptying. A guy who looks 18 and is likely 21 has come in. He pulls out a thin long cock and begins slapping it on the cummy ass of the Latino. We all watch. I finally go over and taste the now well used hole. I lick. Spit it back in. This drives the young one crazy. I get out of the way and he plunges in. He fucks him hard. Soon he pulls out and makes the bottom clean his cock, which the Latino does with delight. I taste the hole again.
Harness all but pushes me aside he’s so ready to bust a nut. He gets his cock just inside the hole and shoots. I clean him, clean the hole, and look enquiringly at the young top.
“You fuck in that load.”
I do. Then I pull out and take it to the Latino’s mouth as the young top enters him. We play with this rotation for a long time.
A few guys are sucking each other now. The host has a great looking cock down his throat. Other guys fuck and load the boy. I have one other ass, hardly worth mentioning as he couldn’t take me for more than a couple of strokes….
The young top and I move the Latino to the sling. We take turns there. The young top still hasn’t shot. He has me lie down on the bed. He wants to see the Latino ride me. Once he’s mounted, he kneels between my legs. His face is just inches from my cock entering him. I so hope he’ll lick my balls, but no such luck. He could have seen me cum if he had done that…
The Latino, who has been very vocal during most of the event, is quieter now. He’s focused on my eyes. He slows his bouncing enough to bend and kiss me. We’re good. We kiss, barely grinding cock and ass together.
When we come up for air we realize, people are thinning fast. I don’t know where or when the young top went--I know he didn’t shoot. A new, handsome 40 something blond has walked in. He just pulls his cock out. I see him out of the corner of my eye and whisper to the bottom he needs to greet his new guest. He disengages and goes to kneel in front of the new comer. I watch and stroke. Soon the Latino rises and bends over in front of the blond. He enters. In less than ten strokes he’s shooting. The Latino turns and cleans his cock.
“Come here,” I say. He starts to sit on my cock again. “No. Up here.” He sits on my face. The recent load pours out. I hungrily swallow. The bottom groans. Gravity works. I get more and more. He finally can’t take it any longer. He slides off my face, and down my chest just enough to kiss me. He swabs out everything I haven’t swallowed. He calls me Daddy and settles in my arms. I feel his ass drip on my thigh. We become the only two people in the room.
The host calls a break. We disengage. I get dressed. With balls still loaded. I go up one flight to 475 the room of J, the porn star who had stayed in my room. He’d been online earlier--and recovered. I’m hoping his door might be cracked. It is. I knock and enter. The maid is making the bed. No sling, no luggage, nothing. He’s gone.
I drop him a line of BBRT saying I must have written the room down wrong. No response. I go out to grab a sandwich. And come back. There’s a flashing response. He’s moved to a suite. Come down--he’s loaded….
The door is cracked, a hanger wedged in it so it can’t shut. I knock and enter. A built Black man is fucking J. I go over, kiss him, tweak a nipple and see the thickest cock I have ever seen in my life on the man fucking him. And J is taking like it’s pretzel. I strip out of the coverall. J and I kiss again. I beat his mouth with my cock. I spit in it, turn his head and fuck his face. The Top reaches up and hangs from the sling frame. He never misses a beat in fucking that hairy hole. Finally he slows and pulls out. I try to take him in my mouth. I can’t. I feel totally inadequate. My eye teeth scrape him, and I’m not even close to taking in the head. He pats my head and pushes me towards Jake’s hole. He busies himself around the room--prepping it for more people. He dresses, kisses J goodbye and leaves me to fuck.
I finally enter him. I feel tiny after the width of the other. But J’s hole responds and clasps me tightly. I fuck. I make him suck his ass juice/earlier loads off my cock. We kiss, we spit…We are both totally into letting me take charge of this hot, tatted man.
The door opens. Two white bread young men wander in--in regular street clothes. They both fuck him briefly, one even cums. I think they can feel the vibe in the room is not for them and take off.
I fuck in the load. Soon J is out of the sling and sitting on my face. He revels in my tongue cleaning him. He stays in place, his full ass all but smothering me. Finally he gets off me and we kiss. We explore each others mouths. Ears. Necks. Armpits. We can’t get enough of each other’s scent in our beards. Then mixing those scents on our tongues. We stay on the floor, holding caressing and licking.
And a prissy queen walks in, sees J and wants him in full top mode. It’s not happening now--after we had gone to some totally different place…The queen natters on about J’s films--and I finally say we are calling it quits to get rid of him. He wanders off. I shut the door. But what ever we‘d created is lost. We both feel more tired than anything else. I leave him to crash--as do I.
When I awake, I have two insistent men online. Neither are in the hotel. One I talked to last year--and eventually find out I met at a Chicago piss party. He wants my piss. The other, a decent looking older blond, wants my fist. He’s coming to the hotel to a party the host had asked me to. I suggest to both, we meet there.
David, the pissee, arrives at the room while I’m still getting into chaps and harness. He looks so much hotter than his pictures: strong, chiseled features, nice hairy body and in full gear. We go down a few flights. The suite is laid out with slings and fuck bench. The blond is there--older than his pics. David greases up and start to fuck the blond. He soon stops and gives way to me. I slip in and fuck. I realize I’m cover in shit. This man who wants to be fisted has not even started to clean out. I wash. As I come out of the bathroom, I see a guy filling a syringe in the far corner. David and I make our excuses and get the fuck out of there.
We are back in my room. He asks for piss up his ass eventually. He keeps feeding me his piss so my load will be huge. We suck, we fuck, we drink piss. Finally, as I’m fucking him doggy style, I fill his ass and fuck in it. He tells me he could cum, hands free, as I do that.
We play more. But I never cum. He is holding his for a play party off site I have no interest in. We kiss--and he starts rubbing my back. I so need it. I melt. And he has great hands. Strong. He did things with his forearms like no one has ever done to me. We lay content and sighing…and all the roomies arrive.
David leaves. I eat a salad I’ve bought earlier. The food perks me up.
And my cock needs release.
I go down two floors to HotCumLoads. His door is cracked. He’s alone and blindfolded again. I taste his over flowing hole. Insert. Fuck. Explode. I collapse and clutch his furry back, wishing I could sleep right there, still inserted in his clenching hole.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
MAL Day Two
“I heard you pissing. I thought I should get up…”
J, the porn star who crashed in my room until he could check in to his own this morning, is propped up on one elbow, looking at me as I return from the shower. As I towel myself, he rises and kneels at my feet. Soon he has me all the way down his throat. He’s making contented sighs.
We move to the bed. He sucks. We kiss--strong and deep. He sucks. We kiss--lightly. He licks my balls. He is into my pits. He licks and licks. I do the same. Now our kisses taste even more of each other. He sucks my cock. I hold him in place, pushing against the back of his head. I finally let him up for air. He’s murmuring “Thank you, Sir.” I’m now on top of him. My hand is around his throat. His mouth inches from mine. I spit in it. A shiver runs through him. We look deeply in each other’s eyes. We kiss, tasting my pre-cum and spittle. He runs his beard in and around my left armpit--so he can keep my scent with him. I want to eat his hole--but we agree to save it for the meet later. Reluctantly we get up. He checks in--to get cleaned out and loaded.
Breakfast.
I write up Thursday. Which makes me want to play some more….I see who is online.
I check in with J. He’s taken two loads, but needed to do another clean out. We decide to wait until he gets the sling after 5pm.
A hot young man is taking loads. Imagine. I write the top who’s organizing. He answers quickly: I can come load him if I can get there right now. I walk down the two flights. The room is directly below mine. The door is ajar. I enter. A ripped African American is fucking the bottom. He’s the top in charge--early 30‘s, cropped hair, and muscles everywhere. He smiles. I strip. The sight this thick meat entering a white bubble butt gets me hard instantly. The bottom is younger yet, classically good looking, hairy and in heat. The top nods in approval at the size of my cock. He pulls out. And tells me to fuck him.
I kneel on the floor, pull the bottom over and taste his hole. He has load. I spend a little time there, but I know the top wants to see me fuck. I rise and slide in. Velvety ass. And wet. It clings to my cock. I fuck slow. Another boy walks in. He’s the youngest of the three--lithe and blond--and shows off a just bigger than average cock. He’s hard watching us work the boy. I offer him a turn. He slides in and fucks. I don’t think he’s used to an audience. He turns slightly self-conscious, going slightly soft. The black guy goes back in. I can now see, just before it disappears up the ass, that he’s uncut. The bottom is not about sucking cock. It’s all about his hole. I move to the floor to watch the black cock spread him wide.
When he pulls out, I reach over and guide that thick uncut beauty into my mouth. He’s surprised and pleased. The boy is up the bottom again. The top in charge is still pumping my mouth. He actually reaches down and feels my hole. I pull off his cock and shake my head. We are diverted by the youngest vocalizing his cum. He pumps his load, holds himself in place for a bit and slowly pulls out. As he stand up, I swallow his drooling cock. He shivers, but lets me suckle on it. I’m not there for long--his load is leaking out of the hole. I dive in. This impresses the two tops and makes the bottom mumble incoherently. It’s a copious load--and was shot so shallowly into his hole, I’m able to lick out large amounts of cum.
I stand and slip in. His walls are silky smooth. His top comes around the bed to stroke his head and tell he he’s a good cum whore. The spent top watches me fuck. I’m picking up speed.
“Shoot in my boy.”
I pull out, taste the frothy hole, and slip in again.
“Here, man,” I choke out. “Take my load.”
His ass convulses around my cock. He hasn’t been this tight the entire fuck. He milks and milks me.
I pull out. The young top is gone. The main top is all about whispering in the bottom’s ear. I get dressed. I catch the top’s eye. He smiles and gives me a thumbs up.
And I go off to a late lunch.
I let it digest awhile, then check in with my porn star. Does he want to play? The answer is not what I want to hear. He’s played with a PA’ed big cock who has made him bleed-- bleed so much that he’s not bottoming any more that day. I suggest we get a boy to share as tops, but that doesn’t seem to be of interest.
I go off and explore the Vendor’s Mart.
Roommates arrive. Matt, from last year, who lives the leather life, part of an extended leahter family. And a cute FF bottom.
Dinner.
My late night pleasure is a Persian boy. He’s late 30’s, lovely cinnamon colored skin, and jet black hair. He’s brought his own sling. Once again, he’s down on the 7th floor. Did the Hyatt know somehow to put all the hungry bottoms together? I arrive with a blond top, about my age. We go in together. Sandor looks at us hungrily, and shuts the door, locking out a bear of a man who wanted to join. The blond top, early 40’s and scrubbed pink, is out of clothes in no time. I’m still untying my boots and his cock is in Sandor’s mouth. He lays down on the bed and Sandor climbs on top of him, sinking his ass down on this regulation sized cock. He grunts and groans as if it’s the biggest dick he’s ever taken. I get between the splayed legs of the top and lick his balls. Sandor pulls off. His eyes pop as he sees the size of my cock. It’s in his mouth, but we all agree, the other top should fuck him for a bit before I enter.
We move to the sling. The blond fucks--and he’s good. Varied attacks and tempos. I move in to take my turn. I slip in easier than we thought. His hole has been abused all day and just opens wide to accommodate me. He’s hot and wet. I fuck slow. The blond sits on the corner of the bed and strokes. His eyes are right about at entry level. They can’t seem to get enough of the sight of my cock disappearing.
We rotate again. And again. The fourth time up him, the blond cums. But denies he did. As if Sandor didn’t want cum up his hole--please. The blond sits and strokes, but his cock is softening. He looks at me. “You’ve been fucking him for over half and hour and you haven’t cum.”
“It’s why bottoms either love me or hate me.”
He dresses and leaves. And the good sex starts. Sandor is suddenly all mine and subs out. He sucks. We fuck. On the bed where he rides me, then back in the sling. I am without my restraints, but tell him he most hold on to the chains above his head. I grab a towel and cover his eyes--telling he will never know where I’ll be next. I work his nipples which are poking out of this mass of jet black fur. I spit in his open mouth. I lick the slashes of dark fur in his pits--and spit that heady flavor in his mouth. I work a finger up his ass as I keep chewing on them. Sandor is bucking and telling me he’s never had anything like this done to him. My mouth grazes the head of his cock. It lengthens, but never hardens. Soon I’m up him again. We fuck and fuck…..
I look in his eyes. I’m now hurting him. He’s been fucking fairly non-stop for 10 hours that day he tells me. His hole has had it. I reluctantly pull out. I kiss his hole. Kiss him. And leave.
Fucking blue balled.
I am on the same floor as HotCumLoads. I wonder if he’s still up. I wander through the maze of an oddly laid out hotel and finally get to his room. The door is ajar. I can hear sex sounds inside. I push in.
He’s there. Blindfolded. On all fours on the bed with two pillows tucked under him. Four guys are taking turns on his ass. I unzip. None of us have stripped. We are there to just use him to be our cum receptacle for the night. An overweight guy is plowing into him, telling him how wet his hole is. Three others stroke, then take turns. A short Latin guy cums. It’s my turn. I taste. Some one pushes my face into his frothy hole. I rear up and shove it home. HCL bucks back. I think he knows it’s me--he knows my tongue too well.
“Give it to him,” says someone in the crowd. I fuck. His hole is fantastically wet and slick.
I shoot the load that has been building for the last three hours.
A guy cleans my cock. I mumble a thanks and hear the overweight guy slip back in to fuck in my fresh load.
I can’t get my cock back into my tight jeans. I just cover myself with the flaps of my leather shirt and stumble up the two flights to my bed…
J, the porn star who crashed in my room until he could check in to his own this morning, is propped up on one elbow, looking at me as I return from the shower. As I towel myself, he rises and kneels at my feet. Soon he has me all the way down his throat. He’s making contented sighs.
We move to the bed. He sucks. We kiss--strong and deep. He sucks. We kiss--lightly. He licks my balls. He is into my pits. He licks and licks. I do the same. Now our kisses taste even more of each other. He sucks my cock. I hold him in place, pushing against the back of his head. I finally let him up for air. He’s murmuring “Thank you, Sir.” I’m now on top of him. My hand is around his throat. His mouth inches from mine. I spit in it. A shiver runs through him. We look deeply in each other’s eyes. We kiss, tasting my pre-cum and spittle. He runs his beard in and around my left armpit--so he can keep my scent with him. I want to eat his hole--but we agree to save it for the meet later. Reluctantly we get up. He checks in--to get cleaned out and loaded.
Breakfast.
I write up Thursday. Which makes me want to play some more….I see who is online.
I check in with J. He’s taken two loads, but needed to do another clean out. We decide to wait until he gets the sling after 5pm.
A hot young man is taking loads. Imagine. I write the top who’s organizing. He answers quickly: I can come load him if I can get there right now. I walk down the two flights. The room is directly below mine. The door is ajar. I enter. A ripped African American is fucking the bottom. He’s the top in charge--early 30‘s, cropped hair, and muscles everywhere. He smiles. I strip. The sight this thick meat entering a white bubble butt gets me hard instantly. The bottom is younger yet, classically good looking, hairy and in heat. The top nods in approval at the size of my cock. He pulls out. And tells me to fuck him.
I kneel on the floor, pull the bottom over and taste his hole. He has load. I spend a little time there, but I know the top wants to see me fuck. I rise and slide in. Velvety ass. And wet. It clings to my cock. I fuck slow. Another boy walks in. He’s the youngest of the three--lithe and blond--and shows off a just bigger than average cock. He’s hard watching us work the boy. I offer him a turn. He slides in and fucks. I don’t think he’s used to an audience. He turns slightly self-conscious, going slightly soft. The black guy goes back in. I can now see, just before it disappears up the ass, that he’s uncut. The bottom is not about sucking cock. It’s all about his hole. I move to the floor to watch the black cock spread him wide.
When he pulls out, I reach over and guide that thick uncut beauty into my mouth. He’s surprised and pleased. The boy is up the bottom again. The top in charge is still pumping my mouth. He actually reaches down and feels my hole. I pull off his cock and shake my head. We are diverted by the youngest vocalizing his cum. He pumps his load, holds himself in place for a bit and slowly pulls out. As he stand up, I swallow his drooling cock. He shivers, but lets me suckle on it. I’m not there for long--his load is leaking out of the hole. I dive in. This impresses the two tops and makes the bottom mumble incoherently. It’s a copious load--and was shot so shallowly into his hole, I’m able to lick out large amounts of cum.
I stand and slip in. His walls are silky smooth. His top comes around the bed to stroke his head and tell he he’s a good cum whore. The spent top watches me fuck. I’m picking up speed.
“Shoot in my boy.”
I pull out, taste the frothy hole, and slip in again.
“Here, man,” I choke out. “Take my load.”
His ass convulses around my cock. He hasn’t been this tight the entire fuck. He milks and milks me.
I pull out. The young top is gone. The main top is all about whispering in the bottom’s ear. I get dressed. I catch the top’s eye. He smiles and gives me a thumbs up.
And I go off to a late lunch.
I let it digest awhile, then check in with my porn star. Does he want to play? The answer is not what I want to hear. He’s played with a PA’ed big cock who has made him bleed-- bleed so much that he’s not bottoming any more that day. I suggest we get a boy to share as tops, but that doesn’t seem to be of interest.
I go off and explore the Vendor’s Mart.
Roommates arrive. Matt, from last year, who lives the leather life, part of an extended leahter family. And a cute FF bottom.
Dinner.
My late night pleasure is a Persian boy. He’s late 30’s, lovely cinnamon colored skin, and jet black hair. He’s brought his own sling. Once again, he’s down on the 7th floor. Did the Hyatt know somehow to put all the hungry bottoms together? I arrive with a blond top, about my age. We go in together. Sandor looks at us hungrily, and shuts the door, locking out a bear of a man who wanted to join. The blond top, early 40’s and scrubbed pink, is out of clothes in no time. I’m still untying my boots and his cock is in Sandor’s mouth. He lays down on the bed and Sandor climbs on top of him, sinking his ass down on this regulation sized cock. He grunts and groans as if it’s the biggest dick he’s ever taken. I get between the splayed legs of the top and lick his balls. Sandor pulls off. His eyes pop as he sees the size of my cock. It’s in his mouth, but we all agree, the other top should fuck him for a bit before I enter.
We move to the sling. The blond fucks--and he’s good. Varied attacks and tempos. I move in to take my turn. I slip in easier than we thought. His hole has been abused all day and just opens wide to accommodate me. He’s hot and wet. I fuck slow. The blond sits on the corner of the bed and strokes. His eyes are right about at entry level. They can’t seem to get enough of the sight of my cock disappearing.
We rotate again. And again. The fourth time up him, the blond cums. But denies he did. As if Sandor didn’t want cum up his hole--please. The blond sits and strokes, but his cock is softening. He looks at me. “You’ve been fucking him for over half and hour and you haven’t cum.”
“It’s why bottoms either love me or hate me.”
He dresses and leaves. And the good sex starts. Sandor is suddenly all mine and subs out. He sucks. We fuck. On the bed where he rides me, then back in the sling. I am without my restraints, but tell him he most hold on to the chains above his head. I grab a towel and cover his eyes--telling he will never know where I’ll be next. I work his nipples which are poking out of this mass of jet black fur. I spit in his open mouth. I lick the slashes of dark fur in his pits--and spit that heady flavor in his mouth. I work a finger up his ass as I keep chewing on them. Sandor is bucking and telling me he’s never had anything like this done to him. My mouth grazes the head of his cock. It lengthens, but never hardens. Soon I’m up him again. We fuck and fuck…..
I look in his eyes. I’m now hurting him. He’s been fucking fairly non-stop for 10 hours that day he tells me. His hole has had it. I reluctantly pull out. I kiss his hole. Kiss him. And leave.
Fucking blue balled.
I am on the same floor as HotCumLoads. I wonder if he’s still up. I wander through the maze of an oddly laid out hotel and finally get to his room. The door is ajar. I can hear sex sounds inside. I push in.
He’s there. Blindfolded. On all fours on the bed with two pillows tucked under him. Four guys are taking turns on his ass. I unzip. None of us have stripped. We are there to just use him to be our cum receptacle for the night. An overweight guy is plowing into him, telling him how wet his hole is. Three others stroke, then take turns. A short Latin guy cums. It’s my turn. I taste. Some one pushes my face into his frothy hole. I rear up and shove it home. HCL bucks back. I think he knows it’s me--he knows my tongue too well.
“Give it to him,” says someone in the crowd. I fuck. His hole is fantastically wet and slick.
I shoot the load that has been building for the last three hours.
A guy cleans my cock. I mumble a thanks and hear the overweight guy slip back in to fuck in my fresh load.
I can’t get my cock back into my tight jeans. I just cover myself with the flaps of my leather shirt and stumble up the two flights to my bed…
Friday, January 13, 2012
MAL Day One
Thursday, January 2012
I am in the air, flying to DC, just beating the winter storm sweeping across Lake Michigan. It’s a bumpy, baby wailing, flight, but I don’t care. I land at the Baltimore/DC airport this time and figure out the train to Union Station with ease.
I have the room to myself tonight. It will be flooded with roomies tomorrow.
An early dinner.
Read a little.
Check in to BBRT to see what room HotCumLoads is in. This tall, good looking, furry man was my first and last partner last year. He’s here, and throwing a door cracked open gangbang tonight. He’s sent a party posting--door opens at 7:30. I give him an hour to get lubed up. Then head down two flights to his room.
The door is cracked. The room is dark, save for a lamp with a red bulb. I enter. He is sprawled on the bed, furry cheeks toward the door. He smiles over his shoulder at me. I kneel, fully dressed, and taste his hole. The fur in his crack is damp. He tells me he has maybe two up there. I probe deeper with my tongue. I can taste some cum, but just barely. I strip down quickly and give him my cock to suck. He is getting me hard as the door opens. A young black man comes in and watches us. He pull his jeans down around his thighs and strokes as I get up, get HCL onto all fours and enter him. I am fucking him slow and easy. The young man pulls up his pants and leaves. I shrug and plow HCL a little harder.
Soon the door is opened again. It’s a hot daddy, barrel chested, with a high n’ tight haircut. He strips down. I turn HCL so he can suck the new comer. I eat HCL’s hole. Yeah, I’ve churned some and pulled it out with my big cock head. I lap it up and then re-enter him. I fuck him hard enough that it pushes him into Daddy. I have him turn around and present that hole to daddy. HCL stands and bends over the bed onto my cock and Daddy goes up him. He fucks fast and hard.
The door opens. A faux hawked guy, early 40’s, with a slight gut and a bulging pair of 501’s enters. He strips. Daddy lets the new man taste the hole. Faux Hawk is up HCL in a flash. I pull out of his mouth and line up for my turn back in the hole. Faux Hawk grabs my cock as he’s fucking, says “Shit?!” and gives way to me. He watches intently as I enter. Daddy moves around and is getting his cock sucked as I plow the boy. Soon Faux Hawk is sitting on Daddy’s face.
We all take another turn up his hole.
The door opens. The young man is back. He strips, sits in a chair and watches us, stroking.
I am fucking HCL again. He’s still standing on the floor, bent over the bed. Faux Hawk is getting sucked by him--suddenly he grunts and shoots in HCL’s mouth. HCL takes it, spits it into his hand. I know what he wants. I pull out and he fingers it into his hole. This makes the young guy in the chair stand up and enter him. He thrusts hard and cums quickly. I clean his cock, and dive for the hole. People are dressing, but I’m lost in licking him clean. When I surface the room is empty. I have HCL sit on my face. He opens his furry hole to my probing tongue, but I don’t get much--I’ve cleaned him too well.
I fuck a little more. Then suggest I let him have some more fun--and I’ll check back in an hour.
I do just that. When I walk back into the room, a fuck is in process. It’s an older Black man. I watch and strip. He cums up HCL loudly. I ask to clean his cock. He lets me--giving me that surprised look many tops do when I suggest it. But he’s glad I like it. He groans as I take him to the root. His cock is still leaking jizz. I swab it up--and deliver it to HCL overflowing hole. His hole is running freely now. I taste the mix of cum. My tongue goes deep. He tells me he’s up to nine loads.
It’s like a switch. I need to fuck. Now. I plunge into him. He watches me in the full length mirror across the room. I look up. I catch his eye in the mirror and I empty load ten up his grasping, velvety hole…
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I wake up at 3:00 am. He’s still not here. I had agreed to let a handsome pig, who is one of my favorite porn stars, crash in my room as his flight was so late. With the weather, it’s even later now.
I slowly fall back asleep.
A knock on the door sits me bolt upright.
He’s here. We greet each other. He’s beat. He heads straight for the other bed. The chain tattoo that entwines his body, is even hotter on his spectacular arms in person. He kneels by my bed, pulls back the covers and sucks me to hardness.
“Oh, yeah. I’m gonna want you in me.”
We talk a little more. He turns out the light. In the half light from the curtained windows I can just make out his muscular body lying face down on the bed next to me.
A man who’s videos I use in my playroom; a man who I’ve jerked off to thinking about pissing up his hole; this same man is going to be bred by someone--then welcome me into his ass on Friday. And with that thought, I drift to sleep…
I am in the air, flying to DC, just beating the winter storm sweeping across Lake Michigan. It’s a bumpy, baby wailing, flight, but I don’t care. I land at the Baltimore/DC airport this time and figure out the train to Union Station with ease.
I have the room to myself tonight. It will be flooded with roomies tomorrow.
An early dinner.
Read a little.
Check in to BBRT to see what room HotCumLoads is in. This tall, good looking, furry man was my first and last partner last year. He’s here, and throwing a door cracked open gangbang tonight. He’s sent a party posting--door opens at 7:30. I give him an hour to get lubed up. Then head down two flights to his room.
The door is cracked. The room is dark, save for a lamp with a red bulb. I enter. He is sprawled on the bed, furry cheeks toward the door. He smiles over his shoulder at me. I kneel, fully dressed, and taste his hole. The fur in his crack is damp. He tells me he has maybe two up there. I probe deeper with my tongue. I can taste some cum, but just barely. I strip down quickly and give him my cock to suck. He is getting me hard as the door opens. A young black man comes in and watches us. He pull his jeans down around his thighs and strokes as I get up, get HCL onto all fours and enter him. I am fucking him slow and easy. The young man pulls up his pants and leaves. I shrug and plow HCL a little harder.
Soon the door is opened again. It’s a hot daddy, barrel chested, with a high n’ tight haircut. He strips down. I turn HCL so he can suck the new comer. I eat HCL’s hole. Yeah, I’ve churned some and pulled it out with my big cock head. I lap it up and then re-enter him. I fuck him hard enough that it pushes him into Daddy. I have him turn around and present that hole to daddy. HCL stands and bends over the bed onto my cock and Daddy goes up him. He fucks fast and hard.
The door opens. A faux hawked guy, early 40’s, with a slight gut and a bulging pair of 501’s enters. He strips. Daddy lets the new man taste the hole. Faux Hawk is up HCL in a flash. I pull out of his mouth and line up for my turn back in the hole. Faux Hawk grabs my cock as he’s fucking, says “Shit?!” and gives way to me. He watches intently as I enter. Daddy moves around and is getting his cock sucked as I plow the boy. Soon Faux Hawk is sitting on Daddy’s face.
We all take another turn up his hole.
The door opens. The young man is back. He strips, sits in a chair and watches us, stroking.
I am fucking HCL again. He’s still standing on the floor, bent over the bed. Faux Hawk is getting sucked by him--suddenly he grunts and shoots in HCL’s mouth. HCL takes it, spits it into his hand. I know what he wants. I pull out and he fingers it into his hole. This makes the young guy in the chair stand up and enter him. He thrusts hard and cums quickly. I clean his cock, and dive for the hole. People are dressing, but I’m lost in licking him clean. When I surface the room is empty. I have HCL sit on my face. He opens his furry hole to my probing tongue, but I don’t get much--I’ve cleaned him too well.
I fuck a little more. Then suggest I let him have some more fun--and I’ll check back in an hour.
I do just that. When I walk back into the room, a fuck is in process. It’s an older Black man. I watch and strip. He cums up HCL loudly. I ask to clean his cock. He lets me--giving me that surprised look many tops do when I suggest it. But he’s glad I like it. He groans as I take him to the root. His cock is still leaking jizz. I swab it up--and deliver it to HCL overflowing hole. His hole is running freely now. I taste the mix of cum. My tongue goes deep. He tells me he’s up to nine loads.
It’s like a switch. I need to fuck. Now. I plunge into him. He watches me in the full length mirror across the room. I look up. I catch his eye in the mirror and I empty load ten up his grasping, velvety hole…
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I wake up at 3:00 am. He’s still not here. I had agreed to let a handsome pig, who is one of my favorite porn stars, crash in my room as his flight was so late. With the weather, it’s even later now.
I slowly fall back asleep.
A knock on the door sits me bolt upright.
He’s here. We greet each other. He’s beat. He heads straight for the other bed. The chain tattoo that entwines his body, is even hotter on his spectacular arms in person. He kneels by my bed, pulls back the covers and sucks me to hardness.
“Oh, yeah. I’m gonna want you in me.”
We talk a little more. He turns out the light. In the half light from the curtained windows I can just make out his muscular body lying face down on the bed next to me.
A man who’s videos I use in my playroom; a man who I’ve jerked off to thinking about pissing up his hole; this same man is going to be bred by someone--then welcome me into his ass on Friday. And with that thought, I drift to sleep…
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
MAL Checklist
The Playroom--January, 2012
Chaps? Check.
Vest? Yeah.
Harness? Of course.
3 cloth jocks
Leather Cod piece
Leather shirt
Lube
501’s
Wear the boots on the plane
Lube
Passport
Tickets
Lube!!!
Cockring in my left pocket…
I am packed and ready to hit the road to the airport tomorrow morning. It’s time for Mid-Atlantic Leather. I hope Washington DC is ready for this influx of horny leather men. I have made a couple of dates and left lots of time to decide who to play with as I go. I am particularly pleased that my first event is with the man who was the first and last guy I played with last year. He asked me to be the felcher at his Thursday “Welcome to MAL” gangbang. Now that’s a true fuck-bud.
I have one hookup still from this week to record--maybe I’ll get a chance to write it up at the airport. If not, it will wait until I get home. I will try to post updates from MAL daily-- and before they all blend in to one mass sexploit…
If you are reading this and going yourself to DC--I’d love for you to say hello in the vendor mart or online.
Chaps? Check.
Vest? Yeah.
Harness? Of course.
3 cloth jocks
Leather Cod piece
Leather shirt
Lube
501’s
Wear the boots on the plane
Lube
Passport
Tickets
Lube!!!
Cockring in my left pocket…
I am packed and ready to hit the road to the airport tomorrow morning. It’s time for Mid-Atlantic Leather. I hope Washington DC is ready for this influx of horny leather men. I have made a couple of dates and left lots of time to decide who to play with as I go. I am particularly pleased that my first event is with the man who was the first and last guy I played with last year. He asked me to be the felcher at his Thursday “Welcome to MAL” gangbang. Now that’s a true fuck-bud.
I have one hookup still from this week to record--maybe I’ll get a chance to write it up at the airport. If not, it will wait until I get home. I will try to post updates from MAL daily-- and before they all blend in to one mass sexploit…
If you are reading this and going yourself to DC--I’d love for you to say hello in the vendor mart or online.
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