Re-Post: Everything Is Dirtier in the South

An oldie, but a good, hot entry.

There is nothing like two men meeting up for the first time
                                              who can give each other just what they need....


Enjoy Everything is Dirtier in the South

Seamus and the Professor

Nashville—January, 2020

The Professor wrote me.  He was excited to tell me he had been talking to Seamus O’Reilly to set up a meeting.  Another meeting, actually.  The Professor had flip fucked with the gorgeous ginger lad a couple of times.  And now the Professor thought he would like to include me—would I consider coming south?

How could I say no?  I went as far as Indy the day before.  I stayed at the bathhouse with limited evening traffic.  There were two other men there.  We had the shortest oral threeway possible as the Asian gentleman had no stamina and gave me a load in my mouth in moments—and the Caucasian, who had been sucking me, had a boyfriend waiting for him at home.  I slept fitfully, thinking about the next day.

I drove into the Professor’s driveway a shade early—but he was ready for me.  We moved his bed so I could set up the sling next to it.  The rimseat was set up at the foot of the bed.  We even had time for a nap before Seamus arrived, right on time, at eight o’clock.

He looks just like his pictures.  That pale skin.  The ginger hair.  The gorgeous, intricate tats.  And he’s funny.  I like him instantly.  We don’t waste time.  We strip down to jocks.  I keep my boots on, of course.  Seamus is a good deal shorter than I am, but his cock is every bit as big.  He is hard and ready the moments his t-shirt hits the floor.

The three of us face each other.  We kiss—first one and then another.  Seamus is on his knees first.  He works on the Professor.  I slap the back of his neck with my hard, drooling cock.  Soon enough his mouth is on me.  He takes me deep and leaves me gasping as he goes back to the Professor’s throbbing dick.

We each take a turn on our knees.  Swapping dicks and spit.  When the Professor is sucking Seamus, I get behind the young man and stick my tongue in his ass crack.  I am rewarded with a groan as he leans on the Professor’s shoulders and lets me eat him out.

We move to the bed.  The Professor is ready to get fucked.  I eat his hole now as Seamus feeds him dick.  I get him good and wet.  I slide in slowly.  I don’t have to let him adjust for long.  He loves a big cock—and he has a matched pair tonight.  I fuck him hard, giving his ass cheeks an occasional smack.

Seamus comes around to watch and stroke.  I tell him to take a turn.  I pull out and he bends to taste my cock.  I smirk at him and promise to do the same to him.  He fucks the Professor hard and long.  I kneel and watch that beautiful dick split the Professor in two.  Then I move around and lick Seamus’ ass on the backstroke.  It’s hard to capture the moving target—so I stand up and poke my big head into his ass.  We train for a moment—with Seamus doing all the movement—into the Professor and back onto me.

*****

We move to the sling.  The Professor is shared by the two us first.  Back and forth.  We show off a little for each other as we fuck.  The Professor’s eyes are glued to the mirror above him—watching those huge cocks take turns on him.

But then the Professor wants to watch me fuck Seamus.  He sits on the bed as I get Seamus into the sling.  Now I can really feast on his hole.  I get it sopping wet for my cock.  I rear up and fuck him hard.

The Professor comes closer. to watch me railing him.  He takes a turn, too.  And he shoots in him.  He sighs, sits for a moment while I fuck his load deeper into Seamus.  The Professor may have shot, but his hole is still hungry.  We do another round of taking turns on him on the bed.

“Let’s do the rimseat.” 

I lie down.  I suggest Seamus bounce on my cock while I eat out the Professor’s juicy fuck hole.  It is a sweet moment.  I can only feel Seamus, as my world is blacked out by the luscious, thoroughly fucked ass on the Professor above me.  I work my tongue into him, thinking about the loads he will soon be taking.  Seamus pauses for a moment.  [The Professor tells me later, that Seamus kisses him in ‘one of the most passionate, salacious kisses’ he’s ever gotten.]

The Professor finally gets up.  Seamus, reading me easily, knows I want to taste his freshly fucked ass.  He sits down and I crane up into another delicious hole.  His hole is now dripping with ass jizz.  I can’t get enough…

*****

There is a brief water break.

I mention I would love the guys side by side.  I want to go back and forth between their holes.  They are enthusiastic.  They get on the edge of the bed, both on all fours.  I think they may be kissing as I rim first one and then the other.  I stand up and fuck the Professor first.  My left hand fingers play around Seamus’ hole. 

I switch.  My cock goes into Seamus, fingers of my right into the Professor.  Back and forth I go.  At first it’s a minute or so in each.  But I build the speed until it is just a few strokes in one before I switch to the next hot butt.  It’s glorious.  And makes me pant. 

“Damn,” sighs, the Professor, as I pull out of him and catch my breath.  “It’s like we were competing for your load…”

It’s getting late—so we work on getting our loads into the Professor.  Seamus goes first.  The Professor is just where I left him.  But soon he has inched forward and Seamus moves right with him so he is kneeling up on the bed.  The Professor now flattens—and that’s it.  Seamus fucks at a blinding speed and gives up his load.

He lets his cock marinate for a long time in the Professor.  He lets me clean it when he finally rolls off him.  I move in and taste the load he’s left behind, too.

I get the Professor back on his knees and fuck into him.  His hole is so hot.  Literally.  I fuck, and lick, fuck and lick and am soon ready.  I blast into him—my load mixing with Seamus’ even bigger one.

"Take It Out"

Nashville—November, 2012

“This furry cub needs to be bred.”  His picture showed a perfect bubble butt of fur.  His face pic was engaging.  He said 39.  I guessed mid-forties, but that was fine.  He was all the way across town and it was approaching rush hour.  “Right now?”  I typed.  Yeah, right now.  A no frills fuck.  No sling.  No piss.  No toys.  Just a good breeding.  I got in the car.  The 20 minute drive became 30.  Texts flooded my phone.  When traffic ground to a standstill, I texted back, saying I was a mile away---but not moving. Then the traffic began a crawl that got me to his exit, to his road and to his house. It was small and had an ancient car on blocks in the side yard.  He answered the door in just a pair of jeans.  I upped my guess of his age to 48 to 50.  The pics were 25 pounds ago, but he wore them well.  I stepped in.  Inside it was immaculate. I was led to his rather western themed bedroom---Navajo blankets, watercolor landscapes of the desert and Monument Valley and cowboy boots sticking out from under the bed.  We stripped…

 We kiss for a long time.  He’s good.  Hungry.  Receptive.  First standing, then we roll around on the bed.  It’s been a long time since I have had that big a man on top of me.  My hand touches his furry ass—and I become rock hard.  I work out from under him. 

“Get on your hands and knees.”  He does.  I stay on the bed and taste his furry crack.  Fuck, yes.  A recent shower, so just a trace of soap, but a good manly smell, too.  I pull the ample cheeks apart and my tongue hits his hole.  He groans, deep in his throat.  I spend a long time eating him out—enough time to make my neck ache from the twisted angle.  I slip to the floor, so I can kneel and eat him easily.  He loves this.  He is thrusting back against my skewering tongue.  He grunts and all but purrs.

Eventually I stand and brush my cock head against the hole.  He winces, though I don’t even try to enter.  I just milk my dick head to get some precum to mix with my spit.  I drop back down and eat.  He is in no hurry it seems.  And neither am I.  His full ass is hot and sweet and making my dick drip.

After who knows how long, I rise up and press my cock, dripping with lube, into his hole.  He winces and clenches. I have just the head in him.  I hold it.  I flex it slightly.  He groans.  Not in a good way.  “Take it out.”  I do.  I return to eating his hole and he sighs. 

But soon enough, I stand up again.  I get the head of my cock in and maybe an inch of shaft.  “You are huge.  I can’t….”

I just look at him. 

“Well, not in doggy.”  He rolls over.  I clamber up on the bed, fold my long legs under me and get his legs up on my shoulders.  I wish for my sling---but smile.  This is actually worse—I start entering him and he rolls away.  “I can’t take you.”

“Really?  You saw my pictures.”

I go into the bathroom and piss—now wishing I was pissing on that expensive blanket we’d been trying to fuck on.  I come back out when I’m done.  I stroke myself to full hardness.  He just looks at me from his fetal position on the bed.

“Please go home.”

I toss my lube into my gym bag and kick into my jeans.  It takes agonizingly uncomfortable minutes to lace up my boots.  He stands, in an ancient terry cloth robe, just looking at the bulge in my jeans.  I’m angry.  And silent.

He lets me out the door without a word.

At least the traffic has cleared…

 And that was my last Nashville encounter.  Not the way to go out.  I headed home to Michigan the next day.

No Place to Fuck

Nashville--November, 2012

The text came in while I was still at work:  “i got us the place for tonight at a fuck buds i know sent address to bbrt.”  Marc, the shaved head versatile guy from the serviceman orgy, and I wanted another round.  We’d thought one on one, but he couldn’t host.  I could host, but my room was always cold--pretty much ten degrees warmer than whatever the chilly outside temperature was…so it was not a good option for a place to get wet and sticky.  Then Marc solved it.  And if there was another cock for his ass, or hole to fuck, I was fine with that.

After work I got on BBRT.  His message was there.  I just looked at the address flickering on my laptop.  I’d just been there—it was Mr. 10.5’s residence motel.  Small world, smaller town…

 “We didn’t wait.  I have a load up there for you.”  Marc, naked but for white socks, gives me a hug.  Our host, just as naked, sits on his love seat, his thick, wet dick still spewing out onto his ebony thigh. 

I get naked fast.  Marc gets up on all fours on the bed.  I kneel and sink my tongue deep into his hole.  I grunt in appreciation at the taste of his spunk flavored ass.

“Lick me out,” Marc instructs me.   As if I needed it.  I suck and lick and spit juice into his stretched hole.  Marc uncaps a new bottle of poppers. He inhales.  “Fuck me.”

I stand up.  My cock is in place—perfectly lined up.  The head rests against his used pucker.  A slight push—and I’m in him.  To the hilt.  I have rarely felt such a spunked out hole except at my gangbangs.  “You only have one load?” I ask him.  Marc nods.  The host gets up.  He’s jerking, watching me fuck in his jizz.  Eventually he puts that mammoth thing in Marc’s mouth.  That makes him fully hard again.  I bring my spunk covered cock to Marc’s mouth as the host moves around to Marc’s hole.  He slams it home.  Marc does another hit of poppers before he cleans my cock.  He grunts as he licks it.  I lift it up and make him clean the fold of skin where my balls join at the base of my shaft and where the used semen collects.  He snuffles it down, eyes closed, lost in his own private, piggy world.

We switch holes. 

And again.

Then there is a knock on the door.

“I invited others,” our host tells us.  Marc and I look at each other.  I know he’s hoping for more tops.   One is construction type, but not the same guy I’d met there.  He tries to fuck Marc as soon as he is naked, but can only get hard when the host is up his ass.

The other man is one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen.  He’s tall, some Latin heritage showing in the caramel skin.  His dick is PA’ed with a huge, thick piece of metal.  And his gym built body is covered in tattoos.  Beautiful tattoos.  The kind where he’d planned them all in advance.   Tribal swirls cover his shoulders and point to the design just above his ass.  The tramp stamp continues down onto his thighs and interlocks with a design starting on his claves.  Mostly monochromatic, with just moments of color.  Breathtaking.  And this hot man gets on all fours and tells me to fuck him.  I kneel and taste his hole.  Slightly soapy, but nice.  I have to wrench my balls hard to keep from cumming, just thinking about sticking my dick in him.  I rise and inch into his hole.

“Fuck me hard, fucker,” He barks out.

I do. The new guy is failing at getting into Marc.  Instead he leans over the foot of the bed and waits for the host to pound him.  He doesn’t wait for long.  Marc moves around to reach for the tits of the tattooed man.  They kiss as he twists and I fuck.

Marc takes a brief turn up him.

Then the host. 

Then me again. 

In less than ten minutes, the tattooed wonder looks at his expensive watch and tells me he has to get home to the boyfriend.  He dresses and leaves. 

I fuck the construction worker as the host goes back up Marc.  Marc is huffing poppers like crazy as that huge black meat slaps into him. 

I signal the host to switch.  We do.  As I’m entering Marc, he takes one hit too many.  He crumples and almost rolls off the bed.  He’s out.  The host and I get him fully lying down on the bed.  He’s mumbling, not making sense.  The construction guy dresses and leaves.  I get water down Marc’s throat.  He’s talking a little more now—remembering nothing about his passing out.  He wants to get up.  We make him sit on the love seat.

The host offers me his hole.  I’m not sure I can concentrate on sex.  But my cock thinks differently—it’s still demanding release.

I pound our host. 

I shoot.  With next to no feeling at all.  But it makes our host shoot, too.

Marc is now able to dress.  We walk to our cars together.  He makes me tell him in detail what happened.  I try.  He shrugs.

“You ok to drive?” 

He nods—and he does seem to be totally back to his usual self.

I start for home. 

At the first traffic light, my cock spews a little leftover cum into my jock.  I sit and wait,  feeling a little guilty that I’m wishing my load had not gone up our host, or even Marc, but the one that got away... 

Fucking the Professor.

Nashville—November, 2012

The Professor and I have kept in sporadic touch since we met in 2011.  Back then, he’d written the Breeder, asking if I might like to have sex with him while I was in the area.  Rob urged me to contact the man—and it is something for which I’ll always thank him. Our meeting in November of 2011, chronicled here, was the first time I’d had sex with a guy who knew I was going to write it all up later. But it proved to be good sex with a good person.  I was eager to see him again…

 I’ve had my scotch.  And a good catch up.  We have moved to his bedroom.  The expensive, massive bed has once again been shifted to the side.  I set the sling up in no time.  It’s to the left of the bed.  The rimseat is at the foot of it.  I know we’ll be using them both. 

We undress.  Rod Rodin is getting his hole well used on the television.  My pants slip off, my boots are laced back up.  I sit on the end of the bed and let the Professor kneel between my legs. He’s a good looking man, stocky with a solid build.  He’s slightly younger than I, with a nice sized cock, which I rarely see.  Right now, he’s nuzzling at a well rinsed (if not washed) jock, getting my cock to rise under it.  My balls go into his mouth.  I knead the head of my cock through the now damp fabric, feeling me spit out a drop or two of precum.

I can’t wait to taste his hole.  I have him kneel on his bed.  It’s tall—I can just reach his hole when I kneel on the hardwood floor.  He moans as my tongue goes deep.  He reaches back and pulls his full cheeks apart.  I go deeper yet.  Fuck, I love the taste of him. I stand up.   I need to fuck…but not there.

“Let’s do the sling.”  He gets into it like an old pro, now.  Once his legs are in the stirrups, I kneel to give him a couple more licks.  “You ready for my cock?”

He nods.  He takes a huge hit of poppers.  My drooling head slaps against his tight balls, then I smear my precum onto his pucker.  I hold there for a moment—and then inch forward.  His ass welcomes me.  I am fully in.  Again I hold.  His breath is coming much faster.  I start to fuck.  Slowly.  Building. Slamming into him.  My hips are making a loud smacking sound every time I hit home.

I kneel and tasty his hole again.  It makes me stick my cock right back in him.  I fuck and fuck.

I taste---and want more.  “Let’s do the rim seat.”

I get under it, having taken a massive hit of poppers myself.  The Professor lowers himself slowly.  His full ass creates a tight seal around my mouth and nose.  I have to work for air.  And it’s heaven.  My tongue slips in.  I lick and swallow.  I spit and push it deep into him.  I can hear him moan above me, but I am lost in my own personal world.  I jerk my oversized cock as I clean his hole of any precum and any of his own natural lubes.  Soon, I have to stop—or I’ll shoot.  I pat the underside of his thighs twice.  Slowly, a little shaky, he gets up.  I get him back to the sling.

My cock is buried in him the moment he’s in place.  I fuck hard.  When I become slightly winded, I decide to go for a toy.  The egg headed dildo with the narrow shaft comes out of my bag and into the Professor’s ass.  It takes a moment to get the head in, but once there, it glides on home.  I add my cock alongside it.  This makes him gasp.  With the brown bottle out again, he takes the double fuck like a pro.  I love the ribbed shaft of the toy hitting the underside of my cockhead—all wrapped in the tightness of his ass.

I reach for something new—my speculum.  I ease it in.  And crank it a few twists open.  The Professor’s eyes widen.  I crank again.  The sides have opened up enough that my finger can stroke the flesh on the top and bottom of his ass canal.  I do just that, playing with his prostate.  A few more twists, and I’ve cranked it wide enough to add my cock.  It pushes in, stainless steel to the left and right and hot flesh above and below.  It’s an exquisite moment.

“Breed me.  Please”

I get the toy out.  I want to pummel his ass to get off.  As soon as the speculum is out, my cock goes in.  I fuck and fuck.  I pull out and taste his hole.  I jerk as I eat.  I slip in again.  I’m so close to blowing, but it’s so good I want to keep fucking. 

I do.  I fuck with deep, long strokes.

Then taste his dripping hole once more.  This time as I push my cock back home I explode.  I am loud as my cock jerks and spews it’s load into his well fucked hole.  I bend forward.  His arms wrap around me.  He holds on.

I should have stayed like that longer than I did.  But I packed up, kissed him and took off for my Nashville digs.

Mr. 10.5

Nashville—November, 2012

I had any number of college men talk to me when I was online in Nashville.  And they talked.  And talked.  And never quite got around to meet for sex.  I thought I had one, though, for sure.  His main profile pic was a creamy, rounded ass.  It was arched and inviting.  It was not one of those shots where it’s too graphic or clinical.  It invited you in.  His ass was pure white, never having seen the sun.  Almost hairless.  Oh, yeah, he had a great face pic too.  Horn-rimmed glasses that made him look incredibly studious.  And young.  Though he was late 20’s and in grad school.  A Daniel Radcliffe-eske boy wanting my big raw cock.

We talked.  I did the kind of sex he said he needed.  We proceeded to talk on the phone to make sure we were in sync.  We were.  And then some.  We made a date.  And he cancelled two hours before he was due in my sling.  But he did it right.  He called and apologized—school work had gotten in the way.  I sighed, sat home that night and on the next night, went and fucked the military guy.

Then out of the blue he called me.  He was going to play with another guy in my neighborhood.  But he was petrified.  “He’s bigger than you.  Can you join us and help me take him?”   The host was fine with it he assured me.  He gave me an address and I got in the car.

 It is one of those motels for long term stays.  I find the room, having parked on the wrong side of the complex.  I knock.  The host opens the door a crack, standing behind it.  He grunts when he sees me and opens it just enough for me to slip in.  The room is tiny.  The bed takes up almost all of it.  The boy is on it, naked on all fours.  His eyes meet mine.  He smiles weakly in my direction as I toss my bag down in the miniscule kitchenette.

The host slams the door shut.  He’s shorter than I expected, maybe 5’ 7”.  His ebony skin stands out against the whiteness of the door he’s just shut. He’s naked.  And he’s huge.  We’ve actually talked online.  His profile says his cock longer and slightly thicker than I am.  He’s not lying.  And it’s hooked downwards.
I start to strip and the host crams his cock back into the boy, who grunts loudly.

“Quiet,” the host hisses.  “The neighbors.”  I go around, now naked, and get my hardening cock into the boy’s mouth.  The boy grins up at me.  “H—hi.” He grunts as another thrust hits home.  Well, so much for me going first to open his hole.  He takes my cock in his mouth—but he has no control with the pummeling he’s getting—and I’m getting teeth instead of tongue.  I watch the fuck.  The color contrast of dark cock going into the milky colored ass is straight out of porn.  I pull out.

The host takes this as a cue for the two of us to change places.  I wonder if the boy will do ass to mouth, but he seems to have no issues with it at all.  I kneel to inspect what the host has done to his bubble butt.  The hole gapes open.  My tongue enters him, soothingly, carefully licking the rim of his battered hole.  He groans—now a groan of contentment—a least as much as can be heard with the head of that mammoth cock in his mouth. I plunge in deeper.  I can taste pre-cum.  The boy pushes back on my face.  I am surrounded by the mounds of ass flesh.  I am as hard as I’ve ever been.  I stand and put my cock into him.  I glide steadily in—not taking it slow, not taking it fast—simply a continuous motion of cock.  My overgrown pubes grind into him.  The boy bucks back, pulling off the big dick head to tell me how much he likes my cock.  The host comes around to watch the fuck.  He strokes furiously.  No wonder I tasted pre-cum.  The head of that mammoth cock never stops leaking.

I concentrate on fucking.  I make a point of doing anything else but ramming it hard and fast.  I pull out and tease the hole with my dick head.  I push halfway in and withdraw it.  I go all the way home and just sit there, contracting my ass muscles to make my cock head swell.

“Fuck him harder,” my host tells me.

I begin slowly building until finally I am slamming the butt in front of me as hard as the fuck I witnessed.  It makes the boy yelp in pleasure.

“Shh…the neighbors.”

I pull out to let the host back in.  The boy rolls onto his back.  I move around and hold the boy’s ankles.  My nut sack grazes his mouth. Our host manhandles all of his inches into him.  Again there is no finesse to the fuck—just hard and fast.  The boy is too involved with what’s happening to his ass to lick.  I pull back and watch his eyes.  They fleetingly meet mine, then roll into the back of his head.  He grimaces in pain, but is determined not to make a sound.  When he bites his lip, I bend over and kiss him.  He eagerly takes my tongue into his mouth.  But I withdraw it fast, afraid that he will bite me as the hard fucking increases.

Then it’s my turn again.  I move around.  I rest against his hole—and slide up him in spite of myself.  I am doing slow thrusts of my engorged cock each time to the hilt, and pulling it all the way out.  This makes our host beat himself furiously.  Soon he pushes me to one side, crams his cock into place and grabs for my dick.  “Up my hole,” he orders.

I touch his hole with my finger.  His ass is lubed and ready.  I work myself up him.  I am fucking for two now.  Our host stops thrusting and lets my thrust drive his cock into the boy.  It feels just right.  The host is breathing like he may come any moment.

There is a knock at the door.

We disengage so the host can answer.  It’s a construction worker.  He looks like he’s straight from the job.  “Hey,” I hear him say, “I saw you put the bandana in the window.”  The host grunts.  The worker nods to the two of us, staring for a moment at my cock resting on the boy’s ass and says, “I’ll just be a minute.”  He heads for the even tinier bathroom off the tiny kitchenette.

This break is the tipping point for the boy.  As soon as the door closes, he makes an excuse about homework and bolts.  I fuck the host while we wait for the construction worker to clean out.  “He’s married, but loves dick in his ass,” our host announces to me, as the worker emerges from the bathroom. 

I go first.  I get up him pretty easily.  But he’s tight.  He moans softly, obviously knowing the noise rule. 

Then it the host’s turn up his hairy ass.

Then another train of me in the host, while he’s up the bent over ass on the bed.

I fuck the host hard, once again fucking for two.

The worker wriggles out from under us.  He watches me fuck the host, beating his less than average meat.  Soon he bends next to the host.  I get the message.  I go from one ass to the next.  The second time I enter the construction worker, he shoots.

The host flips on his back.  “Now fuck,” he tells me.

I do. 

He shoots almost instantly.  The white cum glistens on his ebony skin.

I fuck harder….and he’s a good sport, letting me keep pumping his ass after his own orgasm.  Soon I’m coating his ass canal.  “Yeah,” he mumbles.  Then adds “Now go home.”

We do.

Serving (and Servicing) His Country

Nashville—November, 2012

After I’d arrived in town, I contented myself with a little cruising in the park.   And I was fine with that.  The same bottom who had hosted a sex party upon my arrival in town last year was doing so again at the end of my first week there.  I took my sling and rimseat and set them up in the cluttered living room of his one story bungalow on the east side of town.  He had another sling set up in the bedroom.  The bed looked ready for guys.  The couch in the living room had been covered with old sheets and pillows which spilled onto the floor, creating an inviting sex pit.

I stripped to my jock and boots.  My naked host sank to his knees.  And the doorbell rang.  It was quite a diverse group of daddies who kept trouping through the door:  A big bear of a versatile fist pig; a leatherman who remained fully clothed for the entire event—just baring his cock at the right moment; a hot muscle daddy who loved to eat ass—but tended to take that literally by chewing on it, not licking; a nicely muscled top; a shaved headed versatile who was at home with his cock in one guy and my cock in his ass. We all played well with each other.  The fist pig loaded the host almost instantly—so we could all fuck in his load while he went on to getting a hand up his own ass.  Men were on the bed, on the couch, in my sling.  In the first 30 minutes, everyone sucked cock, fucked a willing ass, ate hole or stroked while watching the sling. 

Then it all changed when the final guest arrived.  I don’t remember who opened the door—I know it wasn’t me, for I was driving my cock into my host when he came in.  He was maybe 28.  Everyone had seen his profile on BBRT.  He used the branch of the service in which he was serving as part of his screen name, leaving no doubt to what he did.  His main picture showed his bubble butt emerging from his regulation camouflage…

 I look up from the ass I’m pummeling.

“Hi,” says the new arrival. “I’m here for Daddy cock.  I want to go back to base dripping.”

The leatherman moves to him instantly and gets him out of his clothes.  The boy is on his back on the couch, holding his ankles.  He has a magnificent ass.  The rest of him is worked out but certainly not ripped.  The leatherman undoes his cod piece as he kneels, tastes the hole in front of him and enters him roughly.  My host signals me to stop.  He wants to watch this.  The leatherman lasts about five strokes before he cums noisily. He pulls out, wanting to kiss the boy, who will have none of it.

The muscle top is there.  He dives in to taste the load left by the leatherman.  He enters him, He fucks his big cock into him— hard.  He’s frothing the hole.  I see him reach down and twist his own balls so he won’t cum too fast.  He pulls out reluctantly.

The ass chewer is in him next.  He ignores the frothing hole and just shoves his cock in.  “Shit!” he crows.  He fucks and bucks against the upturned ass.  He loads him in no time.

The host takes a turn.  He takes longer, but he loads him, too.  Then goes off with the muscle top into the bed room to get loaded himself.

The fist pig takes a turn, but I don’t think he can cum again so fast.

Then the shaved headed versatile.  He slips his big cock in.  He knows how to fuck.  I have the fist pig in the sling, but I’m watching the action on the couch, too .  I enter my man, as the versatile guy asks the bottom to get on his knees.  He does, holding onto the back of the couch.  I see that shaved head bury itself in that mound of ass.  I am slamming my guy hard, twisting his nipples, yet we are both watching the young one beg for cock.  And he gets it.  The vers slides into him.  His strokes are deep and powerful.  The sound of his pelvis slapping against the serviceman’s ass fills the small room.  Shaved Head begins grunting loudly.  It’s all over.  I pull out of my man.  He nods.  He knows my screen name.  “Go clean him up,” he tells me.

The cum from his ass is dripping onto the sheet.  The leatherman holds him in place as I kneel and taste the combined loads in that military ass.  It’s my turn to make some sort of incoherent noise in the back of my throat.  It’s an amazing mixture.  I slip in.

“Oh, God.  Fuck me Daddy.”

I do.  I pound him.  He has amazing muscles back there.  He’s milking me.  I have to work hard not to cum myself.  I slow for a moment---then surprise him with a redoubled attack.  I fuck until he finally asks for a break.  He goes into the bedroom—where we can all hear the host riding the muscle top.  I get the shaved head guy into the sling and begin a lengthy rim and fuck of his hairy ass.

A good thirty minutes go by.  The versatile guy asks for a break.

The military boy is dressed.  I catch his arm as he passes.  “You leaving?”  I ask.

He nods.  “Early day tomorrow.”

“You don’t have my load.”

His clothes are back off in no time.  I get him into the sling.  The guys ring it.  Some playing with his nips, some stroking his chest.  The versatile guy with the shaved head gets under the sling to lick my balls as I fuck.  The host buckles those military wrists into the restraints on the chains above his head.

I stick my cock in the open mouth under the sling.  “Get me wet.”  He does.  I take it out of his mouth and guide it into the perfect ass in front of me.

“Yes,” he moans around the cock of the Ass Chewer, which all but fills his mouth.

I fuck and fuck.  I pull it out and let the man under me taste the froth of cum I’ve pulled out of his ass.  I push it back in.  I fuck more, pull out, push Shaved Heads’ upturned face into my nuts.  “Clean those off,” I bark.  He does.  He wiggles around and spits the juice back into the military butt.  Then reaches up and guides my dick into the dripping hole. 

I thrust deep. 

Repeatedly.

“Breed him,” hisses Shaved Head. 

“You want one last load, boy?”

“Yes.  Breed me.”

“What?”

“Breed me, sir.  Fuckin’ breed me, Sir!”

I look down at him—this young man serving his country and serving every man in the room. 

I shoot.  A three day load goes up him.  I hold in his milking ass cunt for a long time.  Shaking.  Then I pull out, knowing Shaved Head will clean me up.  He does, though I can barely let him do it, I’m so sensitive.  I tap his head, and He turns away from me and into the dripping hole.  I let him lap at it.  I kneel next to him.  He kisses me wetly, working some of the combined loads into my mouth.

We rise. 

“Now,” I say, slapping his ass, “Take that back to your Sergeant.” 

His handsome face breaks into a grin. 

And, for all I know, he does.