What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?

 North of Grand Rapids—December, 2024

 

Remember that ‘On the Road for Hot Ass’ post I wrote on the last day of the year?  I thought I was on the road for a new place to have a ‘fuck in the new year’ party. 

Let’s go back a little…

When I was still down in Indiana, I got a message on BBRT from a guy in Michigan.  He’d found the blog—and loved it.  This guy was in his mid-40’s, good looking and versatile. He told me he had a small group of men in his area and thought I would be a great fit.  He had a basement play space with a sling and a bondage table.  He finally told me he wanted a New Year’s Eve gathering and thought he could get 2 other tops and 2 or 3 bottoms.  Would I come?

We talked a lot online.  We had never met, but all things pointed to us being a good fit:  everybody in his group was on PrEP or undetectable, they were drug free, they loved group sex and were very open to sexual experimentation.

Finally, I told him I would be there.  It was far enough away that I knew I needed a motel for afterwards as he didn’t think his home was set up for overnight guests.  I made the reservation.

We kept chatting daily.  We seemed like a great sexual fit.

On the 31^st, I started on the trek to the motel through some light snow.  I would check-in, nap and be ready to fuck in the New Year.  Just as I was pulling into the motel’s parking lot, I got a text.  He was ill.  Vomiting a lot.  Everything was cancelled.

I was stuck.  He had talked to us individually, so I couldn’t invite the text chain of guys to the motel.  I sent one exploratory text to the sick host to ask about contact info for the other guests.  I got nothing back.  I drove by his house and it was totally dark. 

I still have heard nothing from him, 10 days later.

I don’t think it was some grand scheme to get me up there and leave me blueballed.  But maybe it was.  He is likely really embarrassed. 

I thought about going into Grand Rapids and the bathhouse that night, but I just didn’t want to drive anymore over bad roads.  At least I found good porn on the internet…

A very odd beginning to 2025!

 

For your viewing pleasure—as the post didn’t give you any—two great ass shots.  The first was sent to me by GaryM.

"Suck the Scum Out of Me!"

 Near Home—December, 2023

It was New Year’s Eve.  And I couldn’t decide what to do.  I was planning a Chicago trip for the second weekend of January, so I knew I wasn’t going there.  I didn’t want to go as far as Toronto, for either the time in the car or expense.   Last year I rang in the New Year fucking at the huge bookstore/bathhouse complex north of me but, still weary from my long layover coming back from New Jersey, I knew I couldn’t spend the length of time there to justify the admission price.  I wondered about going to the newly remodeled bookstore in Jackson, but it was Sunday, a day that was usually poorly attended. 

I looked at the clock and saw that I’d dithered away a good portion of the morning. I suddenly knew I didn’t much care if I went anywhere different.  I just wanted to have sex one last time in 2023.  I fixed a quick lunch and went to the bookstore nearest me…

 

It’s hopping.  There are men everywhere.  Men who can’t settle.  They move between the two theatres (and likely the arcade) never stopping anywhere—always hoping they will walk in on someone doing something.  So, for all the men, there is not much happening.  Yet.

As a man leaves, I snag the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre.  In moments I am joined by an acquaintance that I’ve known from my earliest times here.  He is a Black man, around my age, middle height and trim.  His black hair has moved to a very hot looking grey in the time I’ve known him.  He used to be a fixture here, until the pandemic changed it all.  He nods to me as he comes in and sits beside me.

We both stroke to the porn, trying to be oblivious to the constantly opening and closing of the doors.  We don’t play with each other.  That will come later.  I know him well enough that he wants to stroke for a good hour before he lets another man touch him. 

With the two of us staying in one place, more men decide to stay in the room—either in a chair or against the back wall.  The crowd is a good mix of men I know and strangers.  Staying in place leads to cruising and to actual sex.  I get a regular daddy on my dick quite easily.  This inspires someone I’ve never seen before to unzip and offer me his cock to suck while I am being done.  When my sucker sees I have one in my mouth, he works harder.

The guy I’m sucking moans—and suddenly pulls out.  “I don’t want to cum,” he grunts and stuffs his regulation sized dick back in his jeans.  He takes off.

Eventually, my cocksucker needs a rest break.  He stands up.

The door opens and a very good-looking man walks in and leans against the back wall.  He is followed by two of the regulars who huddle near the door, watching him.  The new guy is likely 45 to 50, Caucasian, and tall.  He’s seen the gym, but not for the last couple of years.  He looks a little like Robert Mitchum at that age.  Without looking around him, he unzips and pulls out a thick, semi-aroused cock.  It grows instantly.  This guy is a natural show off.  The moment all eyes are on him he hardens up to a very thick, seven incher or so.  No one approaches him.  They wait to see if he will pick someone.  Every man in the room is either stroking or kneading his crotch through the fabric of his pants, looking at him—not at the screen.

But nothing happens.  The guy just slowly jerks.  The men leave or find chairs.  When no one is actively watching him, he turns to me.  “Suck my dick,” he hisses.

I try to take him in my mouth, but staying seated is a bad angle.  I go to my knees.  Now, with a stretch, I can take him.  “You like my big cock?” he whispers.

But the men are up from the chairs and coming back to watch.  This displeases my ersatz Robert Mitchum.  Instantly he pulls out of me and covers himself.  No longer the show off for actual man on man action.

“Come on,” he grunts and leaves.  I do myself up and follow him out the door.  The preview booths, where he could get his privacy, are all locked today.  He grunts and we go to the gay side.  We are alone in the back corner for all of 90 seconds before the parade of gawkers arrive.  “The arcade,” he huffs at me.

I tell him I didn’t buy the ticket for there.  He stomps off without me.  I go and reclaim my seat.

I stroke.  The traffic of men in and out is back up, new guys seem to be arriving.

I exchange blowjobs with my grey-haired friend.

And eventually the faux Rober Mitchum returns.  He wants more of my mouth.  He still flinches every time the door opens.  But the guys gaping and jerking in front of him, now seem to turn him on.  I use every trick I know, but I can’t get him off.

A good cocksucker, who often does me, is close at hand.  I am taking a break and off my knees and sitting in my chair.  I encourage the sucker to come do me.  It’s the first-time faux RM has focused on my dick.  He’s not pleased someone has more length.  But he is impressed how the cocksucker handles me.  He is even is even happier when I guide the guy off my cock and onto his.  I go to the balls and suck them, while the cocksucker takes the shaft.

This is like a revelation to RM.  Has he never had two mouths on him at the same time before?   He is back to being super hard now.  We work on him until the older cocksucker can’t take it anymore.

 I work solo on RM, back on my knees. 

“That guy has a big dick,” he whispers, pulling me up.  “Suck him while I watch.”

He leads me over to where a portly white man is sitting and stroking to us having sex.  I know the guy, who grins and likes the attention.  I suck the new guy while RM strokes.  A man arrives, watches us and joins, sucking RM.  Then it’s a change-up.  The new sucker goes down on the portly guy and I’m back on RM.

 Fuck, this guy has the same kind of lasting power I do.  My jaw is getting tired.

The portly guy gets off with the new sucker, and I am led back to my seat.  Standing on the back wall is a guy I know from here.  With my mouth, he cums in 30 seconds, if he takes his poppers.  I suck RM for a moment with 30-Second Man watching and groping himself.

Without any words, I move to 30-Second Man.  I am rewarded with a huge load from this very vocal man.  I wonder if RM will let me back on his dick with a mouthful of cum.  He welcomes it.  His cock is back to rock hard at the idea.

“Suck the scum out of me.”

He is breathing hard. 

“You want my load, too?” 

I grunt something. 

“Take it.  Take it all from my big dick!”  He has taken over an hour—but the load is huge.  He howls out his orgasm as I swallow him down…

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

 

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

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

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

New Year's Eve Tail (conclusion)

 Lansing—December, 2022

(Part one is here.)

I go find Perry and his friends, my beard still smelling of the cum I have been felching from the young man’s well fucked hole.  Perry is back in his clothes, sitting on a bench, eyeing the gloryhole booths.   The four of us go on a tour of the facility, wondering where to fuck for round two.  We look at the sling near the big screen gay area, but the space is cold, as there is an outside door nearby.  We both agree that the other sling is the place.  It’s empty now.  I move the moveable wall semi shut—so men can still get around it easily, but it still blocks direct traffic.   When I look back, Perry is already naked and being helped into the sling by the Cub.

I go to my knees and eat out Perry’s well fucked ass.  The Cub gets busy on Perry’s nipples.  The young Bear jerks his dick to the scene.  Perry is wet.  Damn wet.  Nor is it from all the cum in my beard from the felching.  His stretched hole is making lube like crazy.  I slurp loudly, spit some back in and stand up to fuck.

Men are standing behind the half wall watching me insert my rock-hard cock.  One of them comes around the corner to get a better look.  The young Bear is soon sucking his dick.  I am plowing noisily into Perry.  He pants and tells me to fuck him harder.  Another guy enters our sling corner and sticks his cock in Perry’s mouth.  Now he can’t talk—but only gurgle his pleasure around the man’s thick dick.

I wait until I hear the new man sigh and ask:  “You want to switch holes?”

The guy considers it, but shakes his head.  “His mouth is great.”

When the other man moves on, the guy getting head from the young Bear comes over to try Perry’s mouth.

As I drop once more to my knees to eat Perry’s fuck hole, an older man appears around the low wall.  He gropes himself through his pants as he watches me rim Perry.  I stand up and fuck.  The new guy goes carefully to his knees to watch my cock split Perry open.  I fuck.  Harder, with someone watching so intently.  Finally, I pull out.

“Let me suck that,” whispers the kneeling observer.

I present my wet meat to him.  He licks me clean.  Hungrily.  Savoring the juices.

“May I rim him?”

“Sure.  Eat his ass.”

He buries his face into the hairy cleft of Perry’s butt cheeks.  The rimmer groans and stops groping himself, so intent is he on licking ass. 

I let him go until he slows a little.  “Let me fuck some more, and then you can do it again.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I fuck.

He eats.

I fuck.

He cleans my cock and eats Perry.

I fuck.

And the young Bear takes a turn cleaning my cock as the man eats out Perry.  My new cocksucker is great.  I can see why he’s had a succession of men in his mouth while I’ve been fucking.

I fuck Perry one more time.  A new man is in Perry’s mouth while I do it.  The rimmer has never left his knees.  He is either groping himself, cleaning my cock or licking Perry’s wet hole.  I idly wish he were nimble enough to get under the sling and lick my balls while I fuck…

Perry finally calls for a time out.  He gets dressed as we talk about a dinner break, but we leave it open.  I go to my car and eat dinner and check my phone.  I drive for a bit and get coffee.  I am back in the play area just before 8pm.  I don’t see Perry and company.

It’s a holiday and a Saturday night.  The establishment is now mostly gay men with a few straight swinging couples.  I watch a woman fist her husband in the sling we had been using.  She invites other men to do him, too.

I go down to the gloryhole area.  A young-looking blond man is sitting on the bench watching some trans porn.  I smile, continue past him and into a dark corner. 

In moments he is there.  “Need some help with this?” he asks, fondling the bulge in my pants.  I nod.  He unbuttons.  He goes for the jock pouch.  He inhales and lets out a sigh.  “Heaven,” he mumbles.

He spends the next 20 minutes licking the pouch, licking my nuts, once they are free and only then on sucking my drooling prick.

He pulls off it.  “Will you fuck me?  I need to feel this beauty in my ass.”

I nod and he strips right there.  He has a thin to muscular frame, not much body hair and an ass I can’t wait to eat.  Built into the walls in our corner, is a waist high platform.  He bends over on it, presenting his rounded cheeks to me.  I pull them apart—and my tongue touches his hole for the first time.  He groans and pushes back, impaling himself on me.  He wants it—and I want more.  I rim and spit, getting him ready for my cock.

“You want me raw?” I ask, standing up. 

“Only way I fuck,” he pants out.

I enter him, slowly, inch by inch.  He has skills.  He milks me expertly as I press forward.  When I bottom out, I hold and begin the fuck.  He groans.  Two other men come watch me take his ass.

“Can we go to the sling?” he asks.

“If it’s free.”

He doesn’t bother to put his clothes back on to get there.  I don’t bother to try to cover my dick.  We just go.  In the light, he’s slightly older than I first thought—maybe a very young looking 40.   He hops in the sling.  I eat his fucked hole before standing up and plowing him again.

We take a break.  He sips some of my water.  Names are exchanged.  He’s James.  Not Jim.  He promises me a phone number if I fuck him once more.

I do.  Thoroughly.  Almost to the point of blowing my load.  But not quite.

He needs to go home to be with his mom before midnight.  We go wash up and we exchange numbers.  But we can’t get enough of each other.  We dawdle and talk.  Then I lie on a bench behind the slurp ramp.  He strips and sits on my face.

“So hot,” he croons.  “Eat me…”

Without my asking he knows to ride my tongue, then my cock and bring his gaping hole back up to my face.  He does this twice.  The last time on my face, he stops jerking his dick—though I would have been fine with his load all over my sweatshirt.

He gets off me.  “Let’s finish this right when I have more time.”  I reluctantly agree.  We kiss, savoring his juices in my mouth.

And he’s gone.

Fuck, I need to breed.  And soon.

A young, cubby guy, with an incredible Grizzly Adams beard finds me.

“You have a great cock.”

“Thanks.”

“I want to be get fucked.  You can load me if you want to.”

We are walking towards the sling behind the low wall.

He continues:  “I just don’t do that very often.”

“Take the load?  You decide,” I tell him as I get his legs up on the chains.

I eat his very hairy hole—even more of a contrast after James’ hairless one.

“Oh, fuck…” Grizzly Adams groans.  “Plow me.”

I do.  Repeatedly. 

His uncut cock grows whenever I eat his hole.  It shrivels as I fuck.  He never touches it.  He is all about his hole.

I eat him one last time.

“I am really close,” I tell him as I begin to fuck.

“I want your load.”  He is panting with excitement now.  “I want…to start the new year…”  He doesn’t finish.

“With my load inside you?” I grate out.

“Yes.  Yes!”

And I’m there.  I shoot and shoot after all the incredible sex that day.  His hole is awash with my cum.  I kneel and clean up what is leaking out.  I stick my softening cock back in him to help push it deeper.  He sighs in perfect bliss…

I go to wash up. 

The clock on my car’s dashboard tells me I did indeed breed him right at midnight…

New Year's Eve Tail

Lansing—December, 2022

I have a tradition of doing something sexual on New Year’s Eve from even before I began writing this blog.  I have attended orgies thrown by fuck buds, cruised sex parties in Toronto or gone to the baths.  Having driven to New Jersey and back again for Christmas, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do this year.  I knew I wasn’t eager to get back on the road again to get to a major city. 

I settled to for an afternoon and evening at the bookstore that has play areas like a bathhouse.  I contacted Perry to see if he would like to return to the scene of where we had last played in public.  (See the links below for Whoring Out Perry) He was eager.  And brought friends.

I arrived a good half hour before I was due to meet Perry.  I wanted to scout things out and have some warm up sex…

 

I am buzzed into the play space by the cute clerk who took my money.  I have given him my name to make sure that I can have in and out privileges. I make a tour.  A sling, where they are showing big screen gay flicks, is ready and waiting.  The sling I usually use, with a waist high dividing wall, is being used for a blow job, so I don’t intrude.  I wander farther down into the additional rooms.  The glory hole booths are active and the padded fuck table in the last room is empty.  The porn here is good and I settle in—and it’s also the place where I am sure Perry will look for me.

I haul out my cock and stroke, adding a drop of lube so I don’t chafe.  Men come by, take a gander at it and leave.  A guy in his 40’s sits across the padded table from me.  He takes out his cock of only slightly smaller size, but with foreskin.  We jerk to the threeway on the screen—glancing at each other.  Finally, he comes over and kneels.  He takes me in his mouth.

“You have lube on it, don’t you?”

I nod and tell him why, not really apologizing as it has barely any taste at all.  But he goes back to his seat and strokes.  In the next ten minutes, two different men spend time on my cock and don’t notice or don’t mind the taste.

A guy with a football player build arrives.  He’s Black, late 30’s and hung.  He makes himself comfortable on the padded table, stripping down to nothing.  A line of men arrive to suck his dick.  He lets any and everyone have a go on it.  He lean’s back and kisses the uncut guy.  This makes the big guy ooze.  I happen to know, as I’m part of the rotation of men giving him head.

I stand back up and let a bear have a go on him.  Uncut has stopped kissing him.  I watch as he sticks the hooded cock into the football player’s mouth.  The moment a dick is in his mouth his laid back attitude disappears.  He become horny as fuck.   He now jerks his dick, as he sucks Uncut, but letting the bear keep his mouth around his cockhead.  It’s a hot scene—and it can’t last.  Football Player erupts into the bear’s mouth. 

The crowd disperses.  I am alone—so I move over to the better vantage point of where Uncut was sitting.  In moments, I see Perry.  He has brought along the Cub who was with him last time, and another bear-ish guy.  Perry comes right to me, kneels and begins inhaling the scent from my balls.  Fuck, he knows how to use his tongue.  He finally gets to my cock, after leaving my ball sack dripping.

Perry strips.  He has a bear-ish body himself, with a very hairy chest and pierced nipples.  He gets on all fours, with his hairy ass right by the edge of the table.  I drop to my knees and begin rimming him.  He groans.  I groan.  I love eating ass.  But I really love eating the ass of a man who keeps letting me know how good I am making him feel.  My cock is rampant, as my tongue pushes deeper and deeper into his hole.

“Fuck me.  Please.”

I finally relent and stand up.  There is the tiniest resistance for a moment—and then I glide in.  All of me.  In one steady move.  Perry groans.  I groan, too.  I hold for a moment and begin to fuck.  The bear who arrived with Perry watches, but is soon sucking a man who was stroking while he watched us.  The Cub reaches under Perry and works his nipples.  I fuck him hard.  Then slower.  And hard and long, once again.

The Cub soon moves over, as a man wants to feed Perry his cock as I continue to ram into him.  I love seeing his other hole full of dick.  Even if it’s only for a moment.  I stop, pull out and eat his ass again.  His hole is so wet now.  I can’t get enough of it on my tongue.  But I make myself stand up and fuck him another round.

Just as I’m about to ask if he wants to get on his back to give his knees a break, Perry asks for a moment.   I pull out and he disappears.  Uncut is back—having watched the second fuck.  He has brought a slim young Black man to me.  The young man kneels and hungrily tastes Perry’s juices on my cock.

“Fuck him,” says Uncut.  “He loves big white dick.”

The young man nods and strips.  I get him on all fours, too, the moment he’s naked.  I eat his hole as he swallows Uncut’s cock.  I stand up and smear some precum of mine on his hole.

“You want me raw?” I ask.

He grunts an affirmative around the dick in his mouth.  I press forward.  My cock eases in.  It inches its way into his ass.  The young man stops sucking, concentrating on opening his hole for me.  It works.  He takes the last two inches with a sigh.  He pants—and begins to suck Uncut again.  I take it as my sign to fuck.  I love how different he feels from the more experienced man I was just in.  But he takes me like a champ.

“I’m gonna cum,” say Uncut.

“Feed it to him,” I bark out.

“I’m gonna shoot it on his back.  Use it for lube.”

I look at Uncut’s smile and nod. 

Uncut jumps up on the table and shoots a massive load all over the young man’s back.  His cum is very white on the dark skin of younger guy.  When he’s shot his last jet of jizz, I pull out.  I mop it up with my hand and coat my cock. 

“Give him my cum,” grunts Uncut.

“Please…” whispers the bottom.

I glide into his ass.  It’s a wonderfully slippery fuck now.  I love the feel of his tight ass and all that semen.

It’s a mind fuck for the young man.  He begins jerking himself wildly.  In moments, he unloads all over the table.

“Please, you have to stop…”

I do.  But I don’t let him move until I have felched some of Uncut’s load out of his hole…

(Lots more to come next time.)

 

Other appearances with Perry:

Whoring Out Perry Part One  

Whoring Out Perry Conclusion

“Get Me Ready for YourCock” 

A Fisting New Year's Eve: Used Holes and One Virgin One

 North of Me—December, 2021

As I sat down to type, it felt a little odd to be writing up New Year’s Eve for today’s post in late February, but as I look back I realize it is right in line with other years.  Since I started the blog, there has almost always been 6 to 8 weeks from the sex to the writing of the sex.  I do like some time to elapse before writing.  It lets the events marinate in my mind.  I would love to eventually get it down to 4 weeks—slightly fresher but still with some rumination time.

 (And maybe I will get my wish as the threat of Omicron cut through a lot of potential January meetings.)

Back to December 31…We were going to fist and fuck in the New Year.  I arrived with the sling and the fuck bench at the home of the Ginger Bear.  I greeted him with a hug and, while he continued in the kitchen, I set up my contributions to the play area in the cool basement.  Mine was the third sling.  They were all in a row at one end of the wood  paneled room.  Just as I was hooking the sling into the frame, the host came down.  He needed to get some supports in a rafter, as there was flogging potential tonight.  He drilled as I screwed the legs into the bench and got it set.  This time I did not raise the middle area, but left it flat.  I had brought the legs supports, so a man could lie on it with his raised legs supported.  (I needn’t have bothered.  The slings were the place to be…)

Five more men were expected.  They began to arrive.  Some were the same guys I’d met at our Halloween Fist event, but there were men new to me, as well.  We were all in a similar age range, but for one who was likely some 15 years younger.  The plan had been to play, break and eat and play again.  It quickly changed to eat a little, play, eat and play.  After a bowl of delicious homemade soup, we stripped.  I added my chaps for some warmth and six of us went down to play, while the seventh stayed in the kitchen and warmed quiches…

 

It has been ages since I have fucked to the sounds of a flogging.  I have the Ginger Bear in the sling.  In the sling next door, the top has gone straight to fingering the hole that will soon take a fist.  I pause in my fuck, pull out and lick GB’s puffy ass lips.  It gets me even harder, so my dick is pumped back into him. 

Next door I watch the top’s hand disappear.  I pull out and grease up my left.  It is always an easy entry with GB.  We know each other well.  He relaxes and I glide into place.  I pull out and add my dick in with my hand.  The top next to us likes this move a lot.  I fuck in between my fingers deep in the Ginger Bear.

The flogging has stopped.  The top was too hard too fast.  He is now using a dildo on the flogged man over in the third sling.  On the other side of me the top is trying for his other hand, the right.  It is slower going.

I pull my dick out and kneel.  I grease up both hands now.  The left goes in.  I add two, then three, then four fingers, sliding them down my greasy wrist each time.  GB loves each extra stretch. 

The guy with the toy in his ass has called a halt and gone upstairs.  The men on the other side of me have success—the bigger hand has been accommodated.  They begin a slow alternation of the left and right. 

This inspires me to try my right hand.  I work the left out, re-grease and slide the right in.  I am stopped at the bridge of my knuckles.  I do a couple of lateral eight finger stretches with both hands and try the right again.  Success.  My right sinks into place.  I pull out and do it again.

“Let’s stop,” says the Ginger Bear.  I can tell he is thinking of the kitchen.  I clean him up with paper towels.  I watch the men to my left a little—and then go up to relax until dinner.

*

After we eat, my first job is to soothe the hole of the man who’d been flogged and used rather roughly with the dildo.    He is in the right sling and worried that his hole is done for the night.  I distract him by talking about dinner and get my left hand up him without his really realizing it. 

It is a short fisting session—but I give him at least half a dozen anal orgasms.  He walks away, spent and happy.

The man who did the flogging has the young man in the sling.  I watch the older man fuck him for a moment.  My cock gets very hard.  They both notice—and both want me to take a turn.  I move in.  The guy’s butt is hairy—as is his chest.  He looks like he’s in construction—and the idea that he wants back to back men up his ass, makes my cock drool.

I lock eyes with him.  “You want my cock up your ass?”

“Fuck, yeah.  You look huge.”

“Fuck him,” says the other top.

Instead I go to my knees and eat the hole the top was fucking.

This makes the top very happy.  “Taste my cock juice in there?”

I grunt.  (I can’t, but it still tastes good.)

I spit one last time into the guy and stand up.  My cock head slaps his balls.  I lock eyes with him again and my cockhead prods his hole.  Once.  Twice.  And I slide right in.  He really wants me.  And he has me.  Balls deep.

“Fuck, yeah!” crows the other top and slaps my ass.

“Oh!  Fuck!!  You feel great…”

I am standing still, not moving a muscle.  Then I begin flexing my cockhead deep inside him.

“Fuck me,” he breathes.

And only then do I begin the long in and out. I build fast.  His ass is a natural.  He loves squeezing down on me.  I fuck him hard and fast—and pull out for the other top. 

He pushes right in and continues the fuck.  I know the top from Halloween—and know he likes a good dick in his hole, too.  I tell him to pause a moment—and I am up his butt. 

“Shit…”

“Do the work.  I’m standing still.”

He does—fucking into the construction guy and fucking himself as he pulls out of him.  It can’t last for long but it’s sweet while it does.  It’s a great mind fuck for all three of us. 

We change around again.  I’ve made the top go slightly soft by being in his ass.  I fuck the hairy guy in the sling until he shoots a load all over his hairy chest…

*

We go up for dessert.

I remind the vers/top who I’d just fucked that he had told me in October, no one had ever gotten a hand in his ass.  He could take bigger toys, but not a fist.  He’s eager to try me.  Down we go, back to the sling.

I do the same distraction method.  Slowly playing with his hole, doing slight stretching.  And before you know it, he was a fist virgin no more…

 

 Full disclosure.  This is NOT a shot from NYE 2021but it’s a really good picture of me in chaps.  Jacob is the welcoming bottom…

New Year's Eve: Wel-cum to Ontario, Part V

Toronto—December, 2019

I went to Spa Excess for New Year’s Eve.  It was the same venue I went to last year.  I don’t think there were as many playful guys around this year.  I felt like more men were there for the roast turkey buffet than for sex.  But I still had a great time.  And how better to ring in 2020 than in some man’s ass?

I stayed, mostly, in the third floor play area.  There is a sling, a fuck bench and a room with a glass wall where you can watch men in the shower.  There is a slurp ramp to save cocksucker’s knees and lots of dark corners and booths for a modicum of privacy.  And there is a cage, three steps higher than the floor, where I often stand and let passersby suck on my cock sticking through the bars.

I had told two gentlemen, both new to me, where I would be that night.  I was curious to find them…

I stow my clothes in my locker.  I get into my leathers.  I walk through the play area.   It is just around 9 o’clock and not many men are there yet.  There are a few rooms on this floor, so I walk the hall.  A big beefy man, with tats and a hairy chest is hanging out by his door.  He’s one of the men with who I chatted earlier in the day.  He nods.  I nod and follow him in, shutting the door.

Before it latches, he is digging in his bag.  “Do you PNP?”

“No.”

“But you’re ok if I do?”

“No,” I say and start to open the door.

He slams it shut.  “Ok, I’ll just do poppers.”  He sinks to his knees.  He sucks me—some.  It is much more about his nose to the popper bottle.  Constantly.  To the point I don’t’ dare move or I’ll make him splash some on his face. 

I’ve had enough, though my dick is barely wet.  “Get on all fours.”  He does, clutching the bottle.  I take out my frustration with him (and the man the day before) on his ass.  I have one leg up on the bed and plow him hard and long.  He only asks me to go easier so he doesn’t spill his brown bottle. 

And to top it off—he’s dirty.  I leave and wash.

I hang out in the dark play area, standing in the cage and letting young Asian men suck my now clean cock.

After three mouths—none willing to try it in their hole—I walk out to the rooms again.  I find the other man from BBRT.  He’s about 5’10” and a slim 150.  His hair is silver.  His profile says he’s ten years younger than I am, but I’m guessing it’s more like four or five.  His face lights up and he leads me into the one sling room on this floor.  He kisses me—tentatively at first, but growing to a major kiss.

This is going to be good.

He goes to his knees and gets me wet.  He is great with his mouth—everything I need to be ready to plow.

I help him into the sling.  His ass is a lovely bubble sticking out from the leather straps.  And he loves my tongue work on his hole.  “You didn’t lie.  You do love to eat ass…” he murmurs.  I spit a few more times into his hole, stand up and glide into him. 

His moan is music to my ears.  I fuck him slowly for a long time.  But eventually building to a chain rattling fuck.

He loves ass to mouth, while still in the sling.

His ass is incredibly juicy when I revisit it with my tongue and mouth. 

We use the sling some more. 

We do one round with him on all fours on the bed, but we both miss the sling, so we go back to it for another fuck.

“Now go fuck some other lucky guys,” he tells me.

“Should I leave the door open?”  I ask.

“Naw.  I don’t’ think I want anyone else after that…”

I thank him and tell him I’ll come back for another round if he’s still here.

I go into the dark area.  Someone is now on the fuck bench.  I move between his legs—and instantly walk away from the smell.  It is the second of likely eight men who are dirty that night.  I will just skip the others.  Yikes.

I play in the cage. I find a hot, 40 something gym guy in backless rubber shorts bent over the box in the cage.  I eat his perfectly framed ass and sink into him.  He milks my cock like an expert.  “You are the perfect size for my hole,” he tells me when we break—and decide we’d be more comfortable in the public sling.  The sling makes it an even better fuck.  I pound him until his eyes roll up into the back of his head.

We have an audience—but they seem to be all bottoms.  No one will step up to take a turn on his ass.  So I go again.  Finally I catch an older man’s eye.  He is beating a nice sized cock.  He spells me.  He fucks the full, hairy ass with swift, deep strokes.  He says nothing at all as he pumps into Rubber Shorts.  He abruptly stops and walks away.  I kneel.  Yup.  He left us a load without saying a word.

I dig in and share it with the rubber pig…

*****

I meet up with the man in the sling room.  I fuck him until he shoots.  He tells me he will hang around until 12.

I work the top of the slurp ramp.  I am too tall for many of the men.  My cage is a better option.  I move there.

“Hello, again.”

A tall, thin young man of less than 30 years of age smiles at me.  He has a full goatee.  And a big dick.

“I want to suck that again.”

He leads me to a booth next to the slurp ramp.  I know he hasn’t sucked me this trip.  I would remember him.  He locks the door and goes down on me.

Well, fuck.  This boy did just this last year. And if I remember rightly…there’s more.

“Daddy, I love your cock, but turn around so I can eat your hairy hole again.”

I do.  This boy is as driven an ass eater as I am.  In fact, with his looks and his dick, he could be my son.  My cock oozes a little at that thought.  He digs into my hole and then hands me his bottles of poppers. 

I bliss out as he chows down on me.

We change places.  I do the same things to him

His cock is big, but the perfect shape and thickness to fit down my throat without choking.  Over and over I deep throat him.

I turn him around, let him huff his poppers, and attack his hole.  He groans. 

A cock comes through a glory hole I hadn’t even seen in this booth.  We both ignore him.  My boy wanks his wet dick as I drill into his furry ass with my pointed tongue.

We switch.  He does me again.  When he goes from my cock to my ass, I hear a slight grunt.  He continues for a moment…but then stands and says he should walk around some.  He goes.  I know the truth…he’s left a sloppy puddle of cum on the floor.

*****

I meet up with Rubber Shorts near the sling.  We both agree that it would be great to be fucking at midnight.  I eat his ass and the public address speaker blares out the countdown. 

I stand up and push into his wet ass.  I am making the loads inside him slosh as 2020 rolls in…