Seven Man Fuck and Felch

Chicago—September, 2014

(Immediately after the last post)

I towel myself off at the end of the piss party and zip myself into my Air Force flight suit to act as a cover all.  I try to dry off the tubing of the sling stand and pack it away.  I’m ready to load the car and get to Rod and Brice’s house.

“Do you want to use this?”  It’s the hot, cubbish bartender talking.  I turn, hoping he’s pulled a hard cock out of the skimpy shorts he tends bar in.  He’s pointing to the back door of the bar.  How appropriate.   It saves me a lot of steps with heavy bags and clanking chains.

Within 15 minutes I’m parking on the street in a quiet neighborhood.  It’s the only house in the city that I’ve been to where I can always find a parking space.  I go in and greet the guys and head right for the shower in the basement.  I never think I smell of piss after the party—that is until I step out into the fresh air.  I spend longer under the hot spray then I need to, but it feels terrific and relaxes my rather tense neck muscles.

As I towel off, Rod comes in and tells me about the guys expected to attend.  He uses his smart phone to call up profile pics for me to see of those I don’t know. 

The group:

Carlos:  This Latino muscle boy is mentioned often in these pages.  In his late 30’s, he is in great shape.  He has a distinctive set of tribal tattoos that wrap around his powerful shoulder, back and chest.  He was almost all top when I met him a few years ago.  That is no longer true—though he usually needs other men before he takes my cock in that round, full ass.

Keith:  He’s new to me, but not to my hosts.  His first picture is of a tall, thin man of my age or so.  He wears a ball cap to conceal a receding hairline. The rest of his pictures show off his big dick entering ass after ass after ass.

Mark:  A fuck bud from Michigan who was my roommate at CLAW two years ago.  He’s slightly older than I, heavily tattooed and a true versatile—though he is leaning more toward bottoming lately.  I always think of his white goatee as almost always matted with cum or piss.

Brice:  Rod and Brice have been together for years.  I have known them since just before I started blogging.  Brice is fast approaching 50.  The body that made him a finalist at IML is still evident.  In groups, he mostly bottoms, but I know that he tops.  I’ve felched his handiwork out of Rod.

   

Rod:  He has cleaned up since the piss party, too.  His hair is prematurely white and full.  He is younger than I, but only by a few years.  He usually starts out a group as a top, but by the end, his ass is well used.

Byron:  He is a tall, muscle giant carved out of ebony.  And his cock is the reason there is a cliché about Black dick.  I have not met him either.

And me.

Seven of us.  A good group.  And they will likely all be here—as they all are fuck buds of the hosts. 

Rod closes the BBRT phone app.  “Do you want my piss?”

I shrug with a why not.  I kneel, fresh from the shower, the towel wrapped around my waist.  The moment Rod starts unloading down my throat, the towel tents obscenely.  I am ready to go for the evening.

We play in the basement.  There is a sling, a rimseat and a bed.  We won’t be pressing the pool table into service…

Keith arrives first.  He strips to a jock and boots.  And his baseball cap.  Rod and I are the only ones in the basement.  We kneel on either side of the new arrival.  Rod sucks his cock, I eat his ass.  Then we turn him so I get a taste of his dick and Rod tongues his butt.  Brice arrives, fresh from the shower.  Kevin pulls away from us and bends Brice over the bed and drills his cock into him. 

Carlos arrives next.  He strips down to some sort of designer jock.  He leads me to the rim seat so I can open him up.  I get under and start to tongue his magnificent ass.  Before I know it, someone is sitting on my cock.  I can’t tell who it is, but it feels great.  I just concentrate on getting Carlos’ hole as wet as possible for someone’s cock. 

Eventually the man on my cock gets off me.  Carlos gets up, too and goes to get fucked by Keith.  Mark has arrived and Rod brings him over to the rimseat.  I eat Mark out and Rod impales himself on my cock as I lie there.  I can soon feel someone standing astride my chest.  He must be feeding Mark a cock to suck.  I learn later, Mark is all but unhinging his jaw to take Byron down his throat as I stick my tongue as deeply as I can into Mark’s ass…

*****

We are all at the bed.  Kneeling on three sides of it are Brice, Carlos and Mark.  Byron is in Mark, Rod in Carlos and Keith is pummeling Brice.  Keith pulls out and I take his place.  This causes a chain reaction of guys slipping into the next ass.  Carlos grunts loudly as Byron sticks it into him, Keith moves to Mark and Rod stands back and strokes.  Rod watches intently as we all fuck the man in front of us—all in different rhythms and styles.  Then he bends over on the vacant side of the bed.  We shift over one, to now include him in rotation.  The man not filled with cock has his hole played with by the thick fingers of Byron.

“Switch it up.”

They all do what I say and move around to the next hole.

And the next.

Then almost as if I gave another command, the tops pull out and begins tonguing whichever hole they were last fucking. 

We are all now in rut.

From that moment on, it’s a dogpile on the bed.  It’s impossible to tell who’s in what hole.  I know one moment I am licking hole, then I’m kissing and sucking on someone’s tongue, then I’m sucking a dripping cock.

At some point amid all the twisting of bodies, I end up with Keith’s mouth on my ear.  “I’d love to try taking your fat cock,” says the top.  “Even your load.” 

I grunt assent but he moves away and I slip into whatever hole is under me…

*****

We are in three separate spaces now.  Rod is bent over, holding onto the sling and getting noisily plowed by Keith.  Brice is on the bed with Byron and Carlos.  Mark sits on the rimseat and lets me fuck his face. 

A howl comes from the sling.  Keith is loading Rod’s ass.  Keith grins sheepishly at me, gets dressed and leaves without trying my cock.  Mark and Rod know what I like.  Mark lets me get under the seat.  Rod sits, the cum leaking from his hole onto my face.  Mark rides my cock.  I clean the hole of the first cum load of the night.

*****

Much later.

Brice is in the sling.  Carlos is fucking him.

Rod is getting fucked by Mark.  Or maybe it’s the other way around—for the next sentence makes me forget everything else.

“Do you only eat out fucked hole?”  Byron asks, taking me to the rim seat.

I can’t find words, I just show him how eager I am by getting under the seat as fast as possible.

I watch the massive Black cheeks of Byron slowly descending to the seat.  My cock spits out a massive amount of pre-cum.  He sits and all light is blocked.  My tongue is right there, opening up his hole.

“Yeah, baby.  Eat this Black ass.  This ass that don’t get fucked.  Shit you are deep, you pig...”  On and on Byron prattles as I wet down his hole and drill deep.  He tastes of the sweat and exertion of fucking for two hours.

Byron only gets off my face when Carlos let’s out a grunt and cums in Brice.  Byron wants to fuck in the load.  I get up to clean Carlos’cock.

Byron cums next.

I make a meal of the two churned loads.

I leave just enough jizz for Mark to fuck in.

I take Rod back to the rimseat.  I have not swallowed the co-mingled loads.  I push some into Rod.  He knows just what I’m doing.  He jerks faster and faster.  He suddenly stands, turns and sprays his load all over my face and the rimseat.

I hear Mark get off in Brice.

Rod helps me up.  His load is still all over my face.  He pushes me to Brice and I bury my face in Brice’s freshly loaded ass.

In moments, I stand up and add my own to the swirl of cum deep inside Brice…

Pack Attack

My Playroom--May, 2012

The next night was the best sex I had in the month of May.  Warren and Harry were coming to town.  They wanted to get out of Chicago and come visit me in my sling—I mean, in my hometown.  Well, and in my sling.  To return their hospitality of when I had visited them and they’d littered the bedroom with hot ass, I invited three men.  Two showed up:  Mark, the muscled piss daddy who was my roommate at CLAW and Brad, a newcomer who had the right attitude on line, and (I was to find out) in the playroom.  Warren and Harry arrived early, unpacked and started to clean up.  Brad was next to arrive—a good looking dark haired man with some muscles. A little younger than any of us, his piggy attitude made him fit right in.  Oh, and he had a big dick.  Mark arrived last. 

We did everything you can imagine in the playroom.  I was the only top with four fully versatile guys.  It was sheer bliss.  We were all into piss, edging, working hole and fisting.  We had the sling, the rimseat and a bed to play on.  An odd number of guys also required more interesting positions than just coupling up.  I could write three entries on all that we did, but I’m going to concentrate on just one moment.  A moment right at the top.  We’d all played around a little….I think everyone had gone down at least once on everyone else.  And then the new guy got in the sling…

A pack of wolves.  Or swarming piranha.  Everyone gathers round the sling.  Stroking themselves, stroking Brad’s raging erection, twisting each other’s nipples, kissing.  I am rimming him.  His ass is delicious—a light coat of sweat from the hot room adds a little spice.  His hole is tight.  I have to really work to get it even slightly open.  But I do.  I rise up.  I smear my pre-cum on his hole.  I push in.  Just a fraction.  I watch his eyes.  They roll up into his head and he winces.  I go back to rimming.  Huge gobs of spit are worked up him.  Warren pulls his cock out of Brad’s mouth and comes over to me.

“Taste his hole,” I tell him.

Warren takes my place, pulling Brad’s ass cheeks apart and sticking his tongue deep inside.  I go up to Brad’s head and lean over to kiss him.  He hungrily sticks his tongue in my mouth, tasting his hole.  I draw back a little and spit into his open mouth.  He swallows. Sighs.  And kisses me deeply.

Warren has risen.  His fat, semi cut cock is working its way into Brad.  He keeps a steady pressure.  Success.  He’s suddenly in.  He holds it for just a second. 

“Fuck me!”  Brad grates out.  Harry sticks his cock in Brad’s mouth.  Mark has Brad’s stirruped right foot halfway down his throat.  I chew on Brad’s nipples.

Warren fucks.  Long, slow even strokes.

With only a quick glance, Warren pulls out, and Harry enters him.  Harry is thinner than either of us, but longer than Warren—so Brad is feeling a very different cock.  Warren moves up to kiss Brad.  I get under the sling, crab walk back until I am in a position to lick the shaft of Harry’s cock as it is fucking Brad’s ass.  Both men grunt in appreciation as they figure out what they are feeling.  I stop only to take a hit of poppers and then lick harder and deeper.

I watch, still under the sling, as Harry pulls out ever so slowly.  He steps to the side and Mark steps up for his turn up the new ass.  I spit on his dick and get it as wet as possible.  Brad’s hole must be open for his fat cock goes in easily.  I watch for a moment, then guide Harry’s cock into my mouth.  I clean it, savoring the taste of freshly fucked hole on his dick.

Mark is breathing fast.  For a moment I think he’s going to shoot.  But he holds back….it is just the first 30 minutes of the gathering.  He calms down, gives a particularly hard thrust and pulls out abruptly.

“Fuck him,” Warren tells me.  “Make him feel your cock.”

I get up and move around to Brad’s ass.  I squat and just look at the change in his hole.  From being so tight I couldn’t get into it, it has flowered open after these three fat cocks.  I look.  I blow some air into him.  Brad moans.  I taste it.  Delicately.  Licking carefully.  Pre-cum from three guys, and his own ass lube.  It’s a quite a cocktail.

It makes my cock rampant.

I rise.

This time I insert much more easily.  But he’s still tight.  I slide home.  I bend over him.  Mouth to mouth.  I snowball all the juice I’d just collected in him.  He grunts.  I rear up and begin pounding his ass.  Warren kisses him now, wanting to taste the pre-cum.

I fuck.  And fuck. 

Harry is behind me, licking my ass on the back stroke.

I slow.  Only to build up to a chain rattling crescendo.

“Shoot, man.  Cum in me!”

I slow.  Until I am barely moving. 

“Not a chance,” I tell him.  “We have all night.”

And for the record, though hours later, Brad did get every load shot that night….

CLAW--Day One-- Sex in the Warehouse

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Four Pigs In a Room Fucking

Chicago--March, 2012

Immediately after the previous post.

So there was no way I was not going to Warren’s after the piss party.  We toweled down, got in our clothes and he rode with me to his apartment that might as well be on Lake Shore Drive.  He has a beautiful apartment, but the moment I walked in I only had eyes for the sling which was squeezed into place next to Warren’s double bed.  He’d invited a regular play bud, Harry, a man about my age and build who had enthusiastically sat on my cock at the piss party.  And Mark, my older piss bud from Michigan, who had fucked Warren in the back corner of the bar.  Four older guys, three true versatiles and me, but all four with some major meat...


We are the first to arrive.  We both rinse off in the shower.  (I never think I smell of piss after the piss party until I step out into the fresh air.)  We don’t wait.  I get Warren into the sling.  My mouth is instantly plastered between his generous ass cheeks.  His hole is still slightly puffy from our two cocks fucking him at the bar.  I work deep very fast.  He’s moaning--and telling me it’s been way too long.  I spit into his hole,  stand up and slap the head of my cock against his hole.  I glide into place.  All the way to the hilt.  In a single thrust.

“Shit!”  he moans.  “Fuck the hell out of me.”

I start slowly.  I am just up to a good speed as the door buzzes.  We stop and let in Harry.

“I see you two waited for me,” he grins.  He bends and licks my cock.  “Oh, yeah.  I taste Warren.”

Harry gets naked fast, throwing his clothes out of the way in the living room.  I am pounding Warren again in the sling as he comes into the bedroom.  He stands, stroking and watching me fuck.  I look at him questioningly.  He nods.  I slip out and he enters his friend’s ass.  His cock is thinner than mine, but almost as long.  Warren sighs and closes his eyes as he takes the familiar cock.  He is stroking his fat dick all the while.  I sit on the bed, but can swing around and work his nipples with both hands.  Soon I’m on the floor, cleaning Harry’s cock, licking Warren’s hole, drinking Harry’s piss and slipping my dripping dick back up Warren.

Warren, I know, is an excellent top, but for these first 30 minutes, he is luxuriating in not having to be the ubiquitous top of Chicago.  Harry and I take turn’s up his hole.  Once I slide up Harry as he fucks Warren, but there’s not quite room to do that--a corner of a bureau keeps catching me on the back stroke.

Mark arrives.  He kisses me--and asks if I want any piss.  You gotta love friends….I drink long and deep.

We’ve all changed positions.  Mark is fucking Warren  doggy style on the bed.  Harry is in the sling.  His feels delightfully different, not quite as velvety, but he’s very skilled as he milks my cock.   Soon Mark and I switch hole.  He plows Harry and I move over to taste what he did to Warren.  His hole now has precum from the three of us in it.  I get so hard swallowing it, I know I need to insert my cock up him right now.  I do.  It makes him jump.  For a moment, all finesse is gone.  I’m just an animal rutting.  Eventually I slow--or I’ll blow.   And it looks like no one else is close.

We rotate again.  Now we are all taking turns on Mark.  Warren, in particular, is taking delight in reversing the fuckings he’s gotten from this muscle man.  I work nipples--on Mark in the sling--on Warren, standing behind him as he fucks--on Harry who, when it’s not his turn, is spread eagled on the bed.  Soon Harry pulls me around and buries his face in my ass.  I sit down on his face--reveling in a rim job--something I don’t often get.

Finally, Mark is out of the sling.  I get up off Harry’s face and lean over to kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue.  Mark crawls up and sits on Harry’s cock.  I work my way around to the sling and get Warren back into it.  I slip easily into his overused hole.  Suddenly there is a loud grunt from the bed.  Harry is shooting up Mark.  I pause the fucking and kneel  down on the floor--my eyes level with where his cock is slowly exiting Mark’s overflowing hole.  Mark knows me well.  He get off slowly.  Letting me lick Harry’s cock.  He elevates his ass, so he’s on all fours to let me eat out the load.  It’s thick and very white.  I stand and insert my cock in the load.  I sigh.  Fucking heaven.

Warren comes over.  I let him fuck in the load for a bit, too.  I lick the froth off Warren’s cock.  And it’s too much.  I need to shoot.  I roughly enter Warren and breed him for the very first time.  I collapse on his back…

Some how I’m in a different place on the bed, being held tightly by Harry. Mark and Warren are working each other to shoot.  My mind is a blur as to what they do.  But I know they shoot on to stomachs and thighs and I let it stay there.  “ I must  be exhausted,” I mutter mostly to myself.  “I just can’t clean you up….”

Piss Party Reunion

Chicago--March, 2012

The second Saturday of the month was the Chicago Piss Party.  I made it in in easily--even taking some back roads to avoid the toll road.  I got there an hour ahead of the party.  I parked behind the bar, and, while hydrating constantly, read my book until just before starting time.  The joke with the organizers is that I am always the second person to sign in.  Today I was first.   I guessed it would be a small crowd.  I was right, but it was a very playful one…


I’m stripped to my yellow jock, wrist bands and combat boots.  My cock is barely contained in the jock, making me look bigger than usual.   It’s one of those unseasonably hot March days, so it’s actually warm in the bar.  There are only about ten guys in attendance at this point--and no one is playing yet.  I need to fix that.  An older daddy with just a fringe of white hair is leaning on one of the tables, sipping his beer.  I head in his direction.  We talk--about the weather--his foreskin-my lack of one--foreskin restoration--which leads us to Al Parker.  He tells me about the time he shared a shower with the legendary porn star, right after Al’s restoration surgery.  And before you know it, I am down and sucking his small, super hard cock, luxuriating in working his foreskin with my tongue. I rise.  I piss into his foreskin.  He squirms with delight.  I kneel and suck my piss out of it.  This makes him piss.  I get the entire first bottle of recycled beer.  And when I stand back up I see that we’ve gained 20 more people and they are almost all having sex.  I wave to Mark, my older piss pal from Michigan across the room.

It’s a day of drinking.  I seem to constantly be sucking cock and drinking piss.  And it seems to keep happening in groups of three or four.  I will be getting piss from a guy, another man will shoot his stream on the cock that’s in my mouth.  Another will join him.  And some man hoses me down from the back---what a fucking waste!

I get out of the back corners for awhile and walk over to the inflatable pool.  Two men are 69ing in the pool.  I watch as they go from sucking cock to eating ass, to back again.  The pool is ringed with men.  We each piss on them as they play.  Some guys aim their stream right at the asshole that’s being licked.  Some just cover them.  I aim mine at the cock sucker’s mouth.  He stops to catch some of my hot piss, then goes back to the cock, as I play my endless stream on his face, his hair and back to his mouth.

I’ve not seem Mark since we waved to each other early on.  I finally locate him in the back corner.  I look closely.  I can’t believe it.  He’s fucking Warren.

When I first started going to the piss parties six years ago, Warren was the hottest man in attendance.  He knew it, but played well with absolutely anyone who showed interest.  Warren is just under my height, gym built, tattoos on each shoulder and truly versatile.  He loves to plow hole as much as bend over for it.  In the old days, we would play in all sorts of ways--either sharing hole or just drinking from each other.  Occasionally I’d fuck him.  But he would always end his evening at my feet.  He loved to jerk off his final load with my cock in his mouth.  I haven’t seen him in over three years.  Except in some piss porn he’s made where he takes huge things up his glorious ass.  And here he is, bent over taking my hot, 60 year old friend.

I  go up to them.  Both smile at me.  I grin back.  And piss on Warren’s ass. I piss long and hard, so that it flows down over Mark's cock as it enters him.  Warren is jerking himself.  Fast.  He suddenly grunts.  He’s shooting all over the floor.  Mark slows his fucking, then pulls out.  I sink to the floor and he sticks his cock in my mouth.  I clean it--then dive into Warren’s ass.  No load--but it tastes incredible.

He finally stands up.  So do I.  We kiss.  Long and hard.  He tells me he needs recovery time, but to find him later.

I continue to play.  Drinking and giving.  Pissing and swallowing.

As the party winds down, I find Warren at the bar.  He is leaning over it, talking to the bartender.  I walk up, piss on his ass crack, lick it up and work my cock up his battered hole.  He grunts.  He knows it’s me without looking.  I am balls deep in him.  I want to breed him.  I don’t think I ever have.  I’m fucking him hard enough now to make him stop talking.  He turns his head back to me.

“Why don’t you bring that cock back to my house.  I’ve asked a couple of guys over…”

I nod yes.

“Good,“  he continues. “You should breed me in my sling.”

I can’t fucking wait…