Dueling Rimmers

My Playroom—February, 2017

My last play date of the month was with an old friend.  Mikey, the Breeder’s older brother, was making the trip out to my house.  We don’t see each other very often, but we both look forward to the times we can make it work.  We found one of those times as February drew to a close.

I open the door.  He looks rested.  Well, more so than I have seen him of late. We hug.  I nuzzle his graying hair—which is cut shorter than I remember.  I like the way he doesn’t want to let go of me.

We go up and he strips off.  I just have to take off my bathrobe and I am naked but for my jock and my boots.  He comes over from stowing his clothes in the bureau and drops to his knees in front of me.  I am hard.  Achingly so.  The jock is pulled aside and I am treated to his well-practiced mouth and tongue.  He knows not to forget my balls.

We trade off.  I love the size of the cock head in my mouth.  I take him to the root.  Repeatedly.  I get up and kiss him again.  Without a word he gets on the fuck bench.  I kneel behind his ass.  My tongue connects.  I always forget how hairless he is everywhere but his stomach and the ass crack I’m currently making sopping wet.  I poke into his pucker.  Mikey grunts and mutters what I take to be “Eat me.”

I must be on his ass for ten minutes.  We are in no hurry today.  Almost reluctantly I rise and poke my cock into the tight hole that is now slack and open.  He grunts again.  It’s a ‘welcome in’ sigh.  I hold.  And begin a fuck.  I tell myself to keep it easy.  But my dick has a mind of his own.  I am soon battering his ass with all my strength.

*****

The moment Mikey gets up from the bench he asks if it was time to rim me.  I get in the sling.  He helps me in and hunkers down in front of my exposed ass.  He licks my balls, my thighs, my perineum, occasionally my shaft, but mostly it’s my hole. 

I never know what to write at this point.  My mind goes elsewhere.  I float.  I stroke myself—and sometimes I stop doing that to just luxuriate in what he is doing down there.  I look up in the mirror.  I see the look of determination on his face to make me feel good.  I know he really wants to fuck me, but he never brings it up.

We aren’t done.  I am ready to fuck as I get out of the sling, but “I want to taste you deeper.  Get on the rimseat.”  He gets under and he does just what he said he’d do—go deeper.  Even that is not enough for him, he puts me on all fours on the bed and eats me out until I have to make him stop.

*****

I am still on the bed.  But lying flat on my back now.  Mikey is riding my dick.  I know he loves the sling, but he wants to feel my whole body under him.  And I am more than fine with that.  I also know I won’t likely be able to shoot this way—I need to be in more control of the thrust.  And he’s asking for my load now.  He wants part of me to take home with him.

We go to the sling.  I go back to eating his hole the moment his legs are in the stirrups.  Again, I have no way of knowing how long I go at him with my tongue.  But it’s such a different hole now—battered and puffy.  I stand and let my cock head push against those swollen lips.

I fuck.

Then it’s back to my knees and to taste my handiwork.

My tongue goes in extra deep—and my orgasm is there.

I stand.  I make it into his hole just in time to explode.

*****

He has often sent me a text after he’s left, telling me how women and dogs on the street know he has been well fucked— how they can tell my smell, my seed, my essence is inside of him.  Both women and dogs look at him quizzically, reacting to all those pheromones. 

This time the text was more of a story…

“So I made it to just outside Ann Arbor and had to stop.  There was a guy there when I entered the men’s room showing off a beautiful cock, but he freaked out and left.   While pissing, a 6'5" ginger with a flat top, combat boots and army fatigues came in with a very large cock like yours, and I took his load in my throat, Daddy.  While I was washing my hands, looking in the mirror, this big fucker proudly stepped back to display his wares so I thought it best to do my part for our country.”

Fucking In the Big Chair

Detroit—June, 2014

It’s a suburb of Detroit that I have never tricked in, but I find the house easily.  Rain is just beginning to spatter the street as I park my car.  I cross the street and knock.  The sunny drive into the city has turned to a grey and nasty cloudburst by the time the host opens the door.

“I told Mikey I heard the doorbell, but he said you couldn’t possibly be here yet.”

“I’m on time, aren’t I?” I ask as I hug our host.  He’s been through a lot lately—and the troubles have etched themselves on his face.  I follow our host up some steep steps and around the clutter on the landing.

“Oh, yeah.  Mikey is just finishing up in the shower.”

The chair is set up. 

Mikey emerges naked, steamy and slightly wet.

We chat.

I strip.

We take some pictures of Mikey in the fuck chair.

I put the camera down and walk to the chair.  I kneel and work my tongue into Mikey’s ass.  The host sits in a regular chair opposite, opens his robe and strokes.  Soon he walks over to chew on Mikey’s nipples.  I use this as my cue to stand up and fuck Mikey.  I love watching his face as I enter him.  I can chart how deep in him I am by watching his eyes. I fuck until our host is hard.

The host spells me up Mikey’s ass.  It’s my turn to work nipples.

The men switch.  The host wants our dicks up him.  Mikey goes first.  They have ben fuck buddies for years.  He knows exactly what drives the host crazy.  I watch and take note—and take my turn.

The host tells me he needs a break.

“Do you want to eat my ass?” I ask Mikey.

“Whatever you want, Daddy Man.”

I take my turn in the chair.  I am surprised at how comfortable it is.  Then I just close my eyes and revel in the slow, wet licking of my balls, my ass cheeks and my hole.  I look over at the regular chair where the host sits—he’s asleep, mid-stroke.

I look down at Mikey, questioningly. 

“Narcolepsy.”

He goes back to his deep rimming as I take a hit of poppers.  I lean back and  let Mikey take control of my ass.

Mikey and I change places.  I spend more time eating his hole.  Our pace has slowed since it’s now all about just the two of us.  I stand.  I slip into him.  Literally.  One long glide into his well fucked chute.

He groans softly in the back of his throat.  Our eyes are locked on each other again.  I am doing slow pull outs and slower thrusts. It is making him pant.  I reach a point where I have to fuck him hard.  I am amazed the sound of my hips slapping on Mikey’s upturned butt doesn’t wake our host up.  But it doesn’t. 

“You make me feel so good…”

This make me fuck him even harder.  Suddenly, I am over the edge—long before I want to be.  I am spewing my cum into him.  Deep.  And there is a lot of it.  I keep shooting and shooting.  I bend down.  Our lips meet. 

We kiss for a long time.

And he’s milking my dick the whole time.  I am marinating in his hole.  He squeezes me—clamping down with that talented ass—getting every drop of seed out of my balls.

We don’t disturb the sleeping host.  We just hold on to each other and whisper exactly what we are feeling into the other’s ear.

And the pictures.......

The Big Chair

Detroit—June, 2014

At the end of the month, Mikey (the Breeder’s older brother) and I connected.  We were both up for just the two of us—but then it morphed into having a third who would host.  I knew this other versatile guy, but hadn’t seen him in a long time, so I was fine with being inclusive.

I will be writing this is two parts—for our host had a piece of equipment like I’d never seen.  You all know (if you’ve read more than a post or two) that I love equipment that helps to make it a better fuck.  Slings, fuck benches, rimseats, crosses, are great ways to facilitate great sex—but they can be expensive and many people don’t have the room for the big furniture that helps make a bottom comfortable.  Well, the host had something that we all can afford:  a big collapsible chair.

Now I’ve seen this design of lawn chair for years, in the size of a regular chair.  This one’s back was 6 foot high and with a very roomy seat. The arms were the perfect spread to support the bottom’s legs.  Let Mikey demonstrate for you….

Mikey is 5’ 7” for a size comparison.  But my 6’ 3” frame was comfortable in it also as Mikey spent quite some time rimming my ass.

It was set up in about 30 seconds—faster than I could get out of my clothes.  It withstood a vigorous fucking with no wobbling.  The arms had cup holders where we stashed lube and poppers instead of extra large Mountain Dews. 

I was skeptical at first, I’ll admit, but it worked very well—and it is within almost anyone’s budget.

I love creative pigs…

And tomorrow I’ll write about what I did in it—as I’m late for driving into the piss party.

The Professor Comes...for a Visit

My Playroom—November, 2013

I met the Professor two years ago.  Rob, of The Breeder’s Journal, had suggested I would enjoy getting to know him.  I took Rob’s advice.  The Professor and I met each time I worked in Nashville.  I have talked on here about both of our meetings—the hot sex and the great conversations over a good scotch. 

I wasn’t headed south this year—but I got an email from the Professor.  He had a conference in the Great Lakes area, and wondered about spending some time in my home town.  Ever the gentleman, he said he would get a motel and work around my schedule.  I agreed.  I would love to host him in my playroom and maybe take him to some of the places where I cruise.

The Professor told me he’d been working out.  He also sent me this picture—taken after an energetic 45 minute fuck session which had left his ass delightfully red. 

He did have one request.  He said he would love to meet the Breeder’s brother, Mikey.  Did I think that was possible?  I got online and sent off a few emails…

The Professor arrives right on schedule.  The clothes come off and are stowed in the dresser reserved for guests.  He loves the look of the fuck bench.  I invite him to climb aboard.  I waste no time sinking to my knees, pulling apart his ample ass cheeks and sinking my tongue into his hole.  I get him good and wet.  Using spit and piss. It takes a moment to actually get my cock in him.  He’s tight—but with enough pressure, I’m in.  I am fucking him hard as my phone goes off, announcing that Mikey is at the door.

I throw on a robe and head downstairs to let him in.  Back upstairs, I do a quick introduction and go right back to fucking.  Mikey strips down and sits on the bed, stroking and watching me fuck.  Eventually, he comes over.  He slides between the wall and the bench and gets his cock into the Professor’s mouth.  When I see him go from mostly hard to rock solid, I gesture to the Professor’s ass.  Mikey comes around and inserts.  The Professor gasps.  It’s a great mind fuck for him to have the Breeder’s brother working a raw dick into him.  I grab the camera.

But I’m not here to be the photographer; I stick my hard, wet cock into the Professor’s mouth.  Mikey grins at me.  We find a rhythm that has us thrusting in unison.  When Mikey pulls out, I move around, clean Mikey’s cock and stick mine in the vacated hole.  Mikey sits on the bed.  He loves to watch me fuck.  I like to be watched.  Mike strokes, reclining on the pillows against the wall.  I redouble the speed of my thrusting. 

“Let’s stretch your legs,” I suggest to the Professor.  We take a water break. 

Once finished, I direct him to the bed.  The Professor crawls between Mikey’s splayed legs.  The Professor’s mouth replaces Mikey’s hand.  My cock goes back into the Professor.   I fuck him hard enough to drive him onto Mikey’s fat cock.

Mikey replaces me in his ass.  I stand and play with Mikey’s nipples and balls.  My hand strays to his ass.  He nods at me.  I move behind him.  Mikey pauses just long enough for me to slide into him.  I hold still.  I let Mikey fuck himself.  He thrusts forward into the Professor, pulling off my cock but for the head.  As he pulls himself out of the Professor, he impales himself on my cock.  I let Mikey do all the work.  For now.

“I have my cock up his ass,” I tell the Professor.  He groans and tilts his head to try to see me in the man who’s topping him.  Mikey is thrusting hard.  I wonder if he’s going to shoot.  But I don’t think he does.

“You should try the bench,” the Professor tells Mikey.  “Let me watch you get fucked.”

Mikey pulls out and wastes no time to get on the bench.  I spit in Mikey’s hole, insert my wet cock and pound him.  I must be inspiring the Professor.  He’s rock hard now.  I know he tops at home, but I’ve never seen him do it.  He comes over to me.  I nod and pull out.  The Professor pushes in.  Mikey’s ass is hot and wet—and he’s been to the gym, too.  His whole body is tighter and fitter since the last time I saw him.  I snap a picture of the Professor in Mikey.

The Professor is suddenly there.  He shoots a load deep into Mikey.  He holds on to him, his chest on his back.  I kneel.  I want to taste his cum.  The Professor pulls out.  He knows to stick it right in my mouth.  I lick him clean.  I spend some quality time felching Mikey’s ass---getting long strings of cum into my mouth.

“If you want to breed him, too,” the Professor tells me, “that’s fine.”

“Are you up for more after that big load?”

The Professor nods.

“Then get in the sling.”

I help him in, holding some of the jizz from Mikey’s ass in my mouth.  I stick it deep into the Professor.  “I’m gonna fuck you, using your own jizz for lube.”  I push in and fuck slowly.

“Fuck me hard.  Pound me.” 

I do.

Then Mikey takes a turn.

We alternate on him.

“Damn.”  The words spill out of my mouth.  “I think I’m going to shoot.”  Mikey grabs my ass with one hand and reaches up to kiss me.  It’s too much.  I shoot deep into the Professor.    I hold on to the sling frame, my body wracked with the power of the orgasm.

When I can breathe again, I smile at the Professor.  “Well,” I pant, “Welcome to my playroom…”

*****

I did see the Professor later that night after I was done with work.  Over our late night scotch,  he told me he’d been online and found a super hung young man from a nearby town who loved to fuck daddies.  They had had a great session.  The Professor showed me his trick’s picture on the cruise site.  He was indeed a handsome young man.

The Professor crossed to the motel bed.  He got on his knees so I could felch the unknown hottie’s load---but the boy had it driven so deep up the Professor, I could not even get a taste of it…