It Had to Happen: Blogger meets Reader

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Getting By

So here we sit. 

I last got off with another person 40 days, 8 hours and 36 minutes ago.

I still have a few backed up sexcapades to write up, but they are dwindling fast.  If I can’t go out to play I am thinking I will re-post some from the early years of the blog that new readers may have missed.  I know men are reading me—the numbers are very high right now.

I have also seen that this has been a time for a lot of talk—reaching out for any kind of connection.  I have written most of my regulars and I have heard from more readers than ever before.   Also from men lining things up for whenever that day dawns and we can feel at least slightly safer about having sex.

I did want to share one email I got from a long time reader.  It was a little before the outbreak, but it touched on a subject I hadn’t thought of in exactly those terms:

“I just want to thank you.

I'm traveling for work, in Pakistan.

They block most sex-related websites, and I think gay sex and unmarried sex is illegal.

Anyway, your blog isn't blocked, which gives me good opportunity to read 'one-handed'…”

Certainly my blog is biggest in English speaking countries, but thanks to the stats Google supplies, I know I have readers from all over.  Until I got his note, I had never really thought about those reading me where most sex—and certainly the kind of sex I glory in—is suppressed. 

That’s why I love to hear from readers.

So—take care of yourselves.  (I really believe in flattening the curve—and it’s slowly happening here in Michigan, a severely hard hit state.)  Get online and strike up a chat with someone you don’t know but find interesting.  Will the young man I’m talking to in Britain find his way here?  I haven’t a clue, but we both are enjoying the other’s dirty mind.

So here is an inspirational picture.  You can feel free to write me, too—just clean the spunk off your hands before you use the keyboard….

CLAW Day 2.1: Blogger Fucks Blogger

Cleveland, April, 2019

He wrote me a week before the event. 

BikeGuy13:  Are you going?  Should we make time for each other?

I told him yes, I was going and that I was pretty sure we could have some fun.  So yesterday morning we confirmed it…and he was at the room by 1:00 pm.  Just time to fuck before my piss class.  He’s handsome.  He’s a pig.  We hit it off quite well…

“I think you should show me those oral skills you brag about.”

He sits on the padded bench at the end of my bed.  His hand stops me from undoing my belt.  He gnaws at my cock mound through the denim.  He decides when to undo the buckle, pull the pants down and wet the pouch of my new yellow jock.  Soon that is pulled down, too.  He calls it a nice piece of meat.  It’s only three quarters erect.  His skilled mouth makes me harden the rest of the way. 

He grunts his approval and gives me some excellent head.  He takes me to the root.  Occasionally, I interrupt his routine, hold him in place and fuck his mouth. 

“Get my balls, too.”

He does, leaving them slimy with spit.  BG grabs his phone.  He films himself sucking my cock.  (If/when he publishes a post, I will link it to this one.)  Being on camera makes my cock that much harder.  I let him work at his rhythm.

“You want me in the sling?”

I nod.  We break to strip.

“How do you want me?” 

I tell him whatever, but he’ll have none of that.  I need to be in charge.  I tell him to lose the t-shirt and put the leather vest back on.  He’s very hard when he gets in the sling.  He’s very hard as I rim his very hairy ass.  He’s not so hard as I start to enter him.

It’s an inch by inch, process.  He is willing himself to relax.  I may be pushing a little too hard.

We get there.  Buried.  Embedded.  I hold in place.  He squeezes down on me.  My thick helmet head expands deep in his gut.  It is pushing against his second hole.

I begin to move.  He’s opened up…but I’ve gone deeper than he expected. 

We clean up.

Back in the sling I again taste the warm hole.  He’s more open on a second assault.

I’m fucking with strong strokes.

“You love to just slide it all in, don’t you?”

I admit I do.

He begins telling me about losing his anal virginity in the woods as a teen.  He loves watching my face as he tells me about—how he gave himself.

I pull out and taste his hole again.  I squeeze his flaccid cock for a pearl of pre-cum.  I lick it up and stick the pre-cum in his hole. 

When I stand and insert.  I take him in one stroke.

“You’re gonna cum in me, aren’t you?”

I tell him to say the words.

“I want your cum in me.  There.  You’re off the hook.”

I am building nicely.

A short fuck.

But what I think we both want.

A breeding.

The bigger cock getting exactly what it wants.

I fire into hairy ass.

He’s great at milking every drop.

He tells me he wants this every time I come to Cleveland.

I think it might even be the truth.

*****

Wow--I'm honored BikeGuy13 skipped a few entries to write up his take on things.  Here it is.  Or find him in the Blog Roll to the right.

Getting Even Wetter with Dave

My Playroom—January, 2019

I met Dave in my hotel room as I flew out to New Jersey just before Christmas time.  I wrote about our meet in the recent post “A Wet Airport Fuck.”  We both wanted more—especially in my waterproofed playroom.   We drank up and met at the end of January, intending to let the piss flow…

We are naked in the playroom.  Well, we both have on raunchy jocks and boots.  I sit on the end of the fuck bench.  Dave gets to his knees.  His eyes get bigger as he takes in my cock bulge.  He mouths it and slowly releases my hardening dick from the damp fabric.  I get fully hard in his mouth.  He groans as my cock snakes down his throat.

I am so ready to eat his ass.  I stand—and face fuck him for a moment.  “Get up on the bench.”

He does.  Happily. I pull him back a little to lower his ass to my height.  I slap my dick across his ass crack and go to my knees. 

I dive into his warm, damp hole.  He tastes great.  I burrow into him, using my tongue to pry his hole open.  I finally stand up and swab my streaming cock head across his open pucker.  I push in.  He murmurs.  I hold a fraction of a second and sink the rest of the way into him.  My pubes grind against his cheeks.

Dave exhales—and I know he’s ready for me to fuck.  I pull almost all the way out and plow into him.  Again and again.  His ass is making lube like crazy.  After a bit, I totally pull out of his ass and lick up the lube he has produced.  I bring my cock around to his head.  He greedily licks me clean.  Using just his fresh spit, I enter his hole again.

Dave groans—and takes it.  Willingly.  His ass can’t get enough of the reaming I am giving it.

I stop again to lick up his ass juice.  I take him my cock to clean.  He cleans it just as thoroughly.  This time when I go back to his waiting ass, I squirt out the first splash of piss.  It trickles down his crack. I use my tongue to poke what remains into his hole. 

And fuck him again.

He cleans me, now getting the flavor of my piss in his mouth.

I go back to his winking hole and spray it down again…

*****

I have him in the sling.  We are fucking after a long rim session.  When I need to rest a moment, I stop thrusting and begin licking.  Everywhere.  His balls, his pierced nipples, his pits—fully exposed as he holds onto the D rings of the sling.  I get his fragrant underarms a tonguing, then coat them with piss and do it again.  Now the other side—reveling in how he writhes under my tongue.  When I get back to his ass, I hose down his balls.  The light piss cascades down his ass crack onto the towel below us.  I hunker down and lick it off his balls.  I spend a long time getting every drop of piss out of his ass crack.

My cock is raging when I’m done.  I bury it into the piss drenched hole repeatedly—occasionally pausing to give him a taste.  I always bury my cock back in his ass, covered with his spit.

When we pause—and he stretches his legs, he asks if he can rim me.  I choose the sling.  I lie back and let his tongue go to work on me.  He is every bit as good as I remember from the hotel.  He loves to eat ass as much as I do and it shows.  His tongue drills me as I stroke my cock.  In the mirror above, I watch his face disappear between my slim, hairy ass cheeks.  I tilt my head and see our reflection in the massive mirror behind him:  my legs splayed and the back of Dave’s head working to make me squirm with delight.  My cock is rock hard.  I slow down, think wet thoughts—and spurt out a fountain of piss.  I direct it so it falls on my balls, before running down my ass crack onto his tongue.  It takes him a moment to realize what’s happening, but when he does, he groans in delight and rims me all the harder.

We break again.  Really stop for a moment after this.  Drink water.  Cleanse our palates.

We want more rimming. I get under the rimseat.  It is so different to have that ass spread for you.  I work my tongue ever deeper up into his moist asscunt.  He groans and works his nipples.

“Fuck yourself on my dick a couple of time and sit back here.”

He does.  He settles down slowly on my slicked up cock.  He rides me to the point I think I may have to caution him, but he stops and brings his freshly fucked hole back to my face.  I can’t get enough of eating his dripping hole.

“I want you on here.”

We trade places.  I let him eat me out until I feel my bladder fill again.

“Get back in the sling.”

I help him up and get him settled.  We fuck a little.  I stop.  I hold still as my cock explodes all the piss in my bladder.  Every drop comes out and power washes his anal canal.  I hold on to the sling frame and shudder as the piss pours out of me.

“I want this back.”

I get under the rimseat.  He sits, trying not to expel any of my piss.  And he doesn’t.  I poke at his puffy hole.  Nothing.  It tastes great but no piss—and I have filled his fucked out hole.  Where is it?

And it comes out in a rush.  All of it.  I just have time to seal my open mouth around his hole.  It pours into me.  It never stops.  I swallow it all.  It slows to a trickle just as I need to breathe.

I am panting.  I have totally stopped touching myself. 

We go back to the sling.  I expect to breed.  I enter him and fuck with the intent to blow a load.  Instead, the piss recycles.  I piss him again…just as long, just as much.

It leaves us both breathless.

“You want it again?”

I can only nod and get under the rimseat.  “Sit on my face, man.  Feed me my piss.”

He sits.  My world goes dark.  I seal my lips to his ass lips.  I don’t have to wait for the flood…

A Wet Airport Fuck

Detroit—December, 2018

I have to say that I thought of the rubber fest at Derrick and Jacob’s as my birthday present.  But on the day itself I was at Detroit Metro Airport.  I was due to fly out the next morning long before God turned the lights on.  It worked out that a man I’d chatted with online was available to play late in the afternoon so I could get to sleep early for my flight. 

So I checked in—wanting to set up the sling.  My room was miniscule. There was no way it was going to fit.  So I unpacked a little, set up some hardcore German porn on the laptop and turned down the bed.  I sent a message saying the room was ready.  He was in the area—and at my door in no time.

He’s very good looking—slightly stocky, but it totally suited him.  Dave’s facial hair was certainly mixing salt with the pepper now.  He’s also a good deal shorter than I, but judging by his profile, just as big a pig.  The clothes came off and I saw the chain around his neck and piercings in both nipples.  He’s jocked and ready for dick…

I get him on the edge of the bed, on all fours, of course.  I go in to rim.  He has a slender, mini butt plug in place.  I ease it out.  Damn, his hole is wet.  I lose no time in sinking my tongue into his ass. 

He groans, making me dig deeper into him.  I reach for the tub of coconut oil.  I grease up my cock as I slurp out his ass juices.  I spit some back on what was once a pucker, stand up and enter him.  Not fast, but rather hard.  He gasps.  And tells me to fuck him hard.  He pushes back and takes the entire length of my cock.  I take him at this word and skip the slower warm up fuck.

Dave takes it like a pig and asks for more.  And harder.  My response is to pull out, scramble up on the bed and have him clean my cock off.  He loves this.  He grunts out his pleasure at the taste of his ass—which is also all over my beard.  I move back to his ass, spit on his hole and go for a second fuck.  It’s louder this time for there is a hot squishy sound to the fuck.

Once again he cleans my dick.  I sit down on the bed, spread my legs and have him give me some head—something we had just sort of skipped over.  He sucks me in easily—his eyes shining.  I close my eyes and let him work my hard cock.

Dave leaves my dick and does my balls without being asked.  He snuffles his way under them, too.

“Yeah, try to get your tongue between my cockring and my balls.” 

He does.  Heaven.  My head falls back.  He goes lower—raising my legs slightly. 

“You want to eat my ass?”

He only answers with a grunt and a slight pull up of my knees.  I roll back and let his tongue invade my hole.  Fuck, he’s good.  He licks and spits and burrows in.  I close my eyes again and let him do it…for as long as he wants.  When he finally does stop, we just change around so I am on all fours in the middle of the bed.  He attacks my hole and gives me a deep tongue fucking.

Finally I can’t stand it anymore.  I spin around and kiss him.  I’ve always loved the taste of my own ass—and it tastes great on his tongue and lips.  I suggest he ride my now rigid-as-fucking-steel cock.  He does.  He grinds himself down on it for as long as his legs hold out.

We break and talk.  He reminds me he’s a blog reader. 

“Do you have any piss?” 

I tell him I will—I haven’t diluted it much.  Dave doesn’t care.  He’ll take it anyway I can give it.

We fuck more—back to doggie.  I am good to my word.  I hose his now open hole with a short splash of the yellow.  He groans a deep “Yeah….”  I kneel and work it into his hole with my tongue.  I stand up and do it again.  Tongue fuck it into his hole.  On the third time I do the short piss blast inside his hole.  I fuck his now sloppy asscunt.  I listen to the the more pronounced slurp of the fuck action.

“Sit on my face.”  I lie down on the towel on the bed where we’ve been fucking.  I love the taste of his now pissed out hole.  There is not nearly enough up him to give me any back, but the  new and added taste makes me rampant again.  “Ride my cock and then bring that ass back here.”

He does just what I tell him to do.  He rides my cock.  I watch the look on his face as he goes into his own private fuck place.  Then he remembers I want to taste the freshly fucked hole.  He sits back on my face.

“I think I have to piss,” he tells me once I’m finally allowed to breathe again.  I kneel on the floor.  He is very ready.  He unloads a huge, very strong, load of piss down my gullet.  I know the moment it peters out that it is time to breed him.

Back to doggie.  Not much ass eating this time.  It’s dick in hole.  Fast, hard and with a purpose.  My hips beat on his upturned ass: Cum.  Cum.  CUM.  I shoot.  Spurt after spurt.  I hold on his him and let his talented ass milk me.

Only then do I pull out.  I sink to my knees and begin to felch.  He whimpers…until I snowball some of the load into his mouth…

AC Gets Wet

  Chicago—April, 2017

AC has made frequent comments on this blog.   He wrote me privately in March.  He sent pictures.

By April, we had agreed on a meet.  For a number of reasons, AC didn’t think he should attend the piss party—but he liked the idea of a motel meet once I was done there.  So did I.   I would arrive randy and thoroughly hydrated.  AC booked a room at the motel nearest the party.

He sent me a text as he checked in.  I sent him one as I sat in my car, drinking a Gatorade, before the party.  He sent me one back telling me he’d be cleaned up and ready for me any time after 8:30 pm.  I went off and played as you’ve read—hydrating with water and a lot of piss as often as possible.  And saving my cum…

AC comes to the door.  He’s tall and younger than I.  I instantly remember his phrase from early on in our email exchange:  “I could be easily persuaded to meet up sometime, if a thick built blond guy with long curly hair that you can pull is to your taste.”  He’s described himself well.  And with a great smile, I might add. 

The sling gets set up just inside the door; the rimseat to the side of the bed.  We make conversation easily as we get the room ready and begin to strip down.

And I need to piss.

“Do you want it?”

A look crosses his face which says I must be kidding.  He kneels, all but naked, on the tarp under the sling stand.  My cock is neither soft nor hard.  It rests on his lower lip and tongue.  I begin to let it go.  I try to manage the flow, but I can’t.   It is soon a torrent—and he takes every drop of it, swallowing hungrily.  It makes his cock very, very hard.  No wonder he’s asked to top more than bottom.

But tonight he gets to be used.

“Up on the bed.  I want to taste that hole.”

He gets on all fours—right at the edge of the bed.  I bury my face in his generous ass.  I find his hole and dig in.  It gives way to my probing.  I work him open, leaving his ass good and wet with my spit.  I stand up and press my cock head into the relaxed pink pucker.  I slowly enter AC for the first time.  He groans into the pillow.  I hold.  I drool some spit down on the remaining inches of my cock.  I apply slight pressure.  He opens up and I am in to the hilt.

It’s my turn to grunt.  He’s squeezing my dick with his ass.  Milking my well used dick—which has already had three and a half hours of play.  It feels great.  I begin a slow fuck into him.  He grabs at a pillow to hang on. 

I fuck, grinding into him.  Slow and deliberate.

At some point, I pull out and taste his ass again. 

I don’t spend long—just enough to get the flavor of his ass lube all over my tongue and beard.  It makes a bead of precum appear on my dick.

I tell him I’m wiping it off my cock and smearing it on his hole.  I tell him I’m going to fuck it deep into him.

AC groans and tells me to do it.

So I do.

And the fuck picks up pace.  I am soon slamming my hips into his rounded cheeks.  The sound of my hips slapping his upturned butt fills the small room.

We break.

We move to the sling.

I taste his now thoroughly fucked hole once more.

I fuck him some more—letting the chains rattle.  I pull out of his ass.  I send a geyser of piss across his chest and hard cock.  I direct some up to his open mouth—but most pools on his chest.  I lean across him and noisily slurp up my own piss.  I spit some into his mouth and go back for more.

And then we fuck again.

******

“I want you to check out.”  I reach for the leather blindfold that hangs on the sling frame.  I fit it onto him.  “Now, just lie back on concentrate on sensation.”  I have him hold onto the D rings about his head.  I am giving my dick a break. From fucking, at least.  I start with that hard cock of his.  I piss on it—just a short spurt.  My mouth engulfs it.  I lick up every drop I can.

I move to his right nipple.  I suck it.  I piss on it.  I lick it dry.

I do the same for his fragrant armpit.  The taste of his natural sweat and my piss is heady.  I share it with AC in a deep kiss.

Now I work down the left side of his body, repeating it all.

Nips:  Chew.  Piss: Lick. 

Pits:  Tongue. Piss:  Clean. 

Kiss…

Only then do I piss on his ass crack and let it drip as I fuck him again.

*****

“We should use the rimseat.” 

AC starts to get out of the sling.

“Wait.”  I empty the rest of my bladder down his ass crack for my rimming pleasure.  I help him out of the sling and get under the rimseat.

I have no idea how long I am under him.  Poking him with my tongue.  Letting the piss clinging to the hairs of his ass shower my mouth and face.  I have to stop stroking myself as I rim.  My cock is starting to feel a little sore.

“Next time,” AC tells me as he finally gets up, “I need to get under there, too.”

“Yeah,” I agree, “but right now I need to breed you.”

“Where?”

“The sling.”

I help him get in.  I briefly lick his hole, but it’s all about getting it in him and getting off.

I fuck.  Hard.  But not for long.  I grunt out a noisy climax.  After all, it’s after hours and hours of play.  I hold on to the top frame of the sling and let my cock spasm into the willing man below me.

And I don’t move.  I stand stock still.  I concentrate .  And it starts.  One last piss.

“Oh, yeah…”  AC can feel it washing out his guts.

I can’t stop.  I just keep pissing and pissing.

AC grabs his cock. I stay in him, my cock slowly losing girth as he jerks on his swollen cock.

He shoots.  

Only then do I bend to lick it up…

AC kindly gave me permission to use his pictures.  Now that I see this piss picture, I’m sure he fed me piss---but I don’t know where that falls in the narrative!