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.

Palm Springs: Cum and Piss--with Rod & Brice

 Palm Springs—September, 2021

My days were dwindling in Palm Springs and I had yet to play with Brice, though his partner Rod had attended the bigger piss party.  On Saturday night, that changed.  Rod picked me up and drove me the few miles to their home.  It was great to see Brice, who looked much the same, though his beard was longer than ever.  I reacquainted myself with the dog I used to know and met a skittish pup they had just rescued.  The cat, named after me---as he had always followed the boys into the bathroom whenever they wanted to piss—greeted me affectionately and hopped up in my lap as we all sat around and tried to catch up on the four or five years since we’d last seen each other. 

I toured the house…and ended up outside by the pool—in a very private backyard.  We were suddenly in a tight clump--and kissing, grinding our bodies against each other.  Slowly, I was led back into the bedroom where they had set up the sling…

 

I shuck my clothes.  Rod goes off and leaves me with Brice—so I can have a moment of alone time with him like he had at the party.  Brice crawls in the sling—and I kneel to start licking his very hairy ass.

He groans.  “I’ve missed your tongue…”

I’ve missed his ass—but I only grunt an acknowledgement and burrow in deeper.  He is getting wet fast.  I can’t wait to sink my cock in him—so I don’t.  I stand up.  I smear my pre-cum on his hole by rubbing my cock head over his pucker.  I push…and I’m in.  I slowly push until I am buried to the hilt.

“Oh, yeah…” Brice murmurs.

I hold for a moment, leaning over and kissing him as my cock stretches him out.  I straighten and start to fuck all in one movement.  A nice slow, let’s-adjust-to-each-other tempo.  Brice’s hands go back and forth from tweaking his own nipples to squeezing the mound in his jock.  My strokes are building.  The wet slapping of our bodies fills the tiny room and draws Rod back to us. 

He watches me for a moment.  Then goes to his knees and watches me fuck his partner at eye level.  He sighs as he sees my thick cock ravage Brice’s hole.  When Rod stands up he is hard—really hard.  His long, thick dick is a delicious mix of red and purple in the engorged head.  I’ve rarely seen him so turned on.  He feeds his dick to Brice, who cranes out of the sling to get his mouth on it.

I fuck until I have to get some water.  Rod takes over.  He gives his partner a blistering fuck.  It’s my turn to go to my knees and watch.  I so want to lick the side of Rod’s shaft.  He knows what I like.  What I want.  He pulls out and fucks three or four strokes into my mouth—and goes right back into his partner.  I don’t move—so Rod does it again.  This time I stand up and beat my cock on Brice’s chest.

“Take over.”  Rod pulls out.  I bend to lick his cock head, covered in Brice’s ass jizz.  I spit it on my cock and fuck it back into Brice.  Rod grabs my head and kisses me, wanting to taste his partner on my tongue.  My tongue finds his mouth as I fuck…

*

Brice needs a break.  Rod gets in the sling.  I eat his hole hungrily.  He is open and ready.  I stand and fuck.  Brice comes back in the room with his water.  He watches me work Rod’s ass over. 

I suggest Brice get back in the sling.  Rod goes up him and I kneel and eat Rod’s freshly fucked hole on each backstroke.  Soon, I stand and slip inside Rod.  I stand still and let Rod buck into his partner and fuck himself on me with each pull out.  We hold this position for a long time as it gives each of us just what we want…

*

The bedroom is airless now.  And hot.  We go out and sit by the pool and look at the amazing amount of stars in the sky. 

But soon we are sucking dick.

And fucking.

Brice is doggy on a chaise lounge.  I am fucking him and Rod is stroking. I marvel at how different the change of position feels.

I pull out to give Rod a turn.

Just as I am ready to go sandwich Rod, he lets out a whoop.  I think he’s cumming.  But he’s not.   He is pissing in his partner’s hole.  He pulls out the moment he is done and all but pushes my face into Brice’s wet butt.  I lick his ass clean of piss and burrow into his hole. 

I don’t wait for him to push some out, I rear up and fuck him.  Then I slow---and I take a long piss up his ass, too.  A first.  This makes me want to fuck again.  I pound into him.  Hard.  Piss is splashing out of Brice on each backstroke.  Rod stands, straddling Brice’s back, and feeds me his cock. 

It’s too much.

I shoot deep inside Brice.  My cum mixing with the piss that is still inside him.  Rod jumps down with “I’m going to shoot.”  I try to pull out, but it’s too late.  Rod covers Brice’s ass, the half of my cock that is exposed and my overgrown pubes. 

I wait until he’s done…and then fuck the seed deep into Brice’s hungry ass…

Palm Springs: The Massive Piss Party

Palm Springs—September, 2021

I showered after Ortiz left and had some food.  I think I may have power napped for my 43 minutes. 

Jay’s partner was away, so I knew I would be spending the first moments of the party tonight acting as host.  Jay adjusted the lighting of the gardens and in the swimming pool—and the guys started to pour in right at 8:00pm.

 

Guys are everywhere.  We are at twice the number of men as on Thursday.  The crowd is younger, too.  Thursday was 45 and up.  Today we are 30 and up with a few men in their 20’s.  The wading pool is full of men wallowing in piss.  The slurp ramp is packed with guys guzzling it down or letting is shower on their chest and crotch.  The rimseats are busy.  The slings take maybe 30 minutes before men hop in.  The move of the fuck bench works—there is almost always a hot ass being used on it.

I wander.  I point out the lockers to the men still fully clothed.  I often do this as someone is sucking my cock.  It pays to advertise.

I join the men on the ledge.  A beefy man around my age steps up.  I don’t let him suck my cock.  I grab the base of my cock with my fist and present him with my balls.  He gets them good and wet.  I reward him with a stream of piss that arcs up and into his mouth.  Only when it sputters out do I let him suck my dick.  He’s good.  A man pushes in, in order to stand next to me.  He begins to piss on my cock as the beefy guy sucks.  We all love the feeling of this.  When he’s done pissing, I move the beefy guy’s mouth onto the new dick.

I step back to the rimseats behind me.  Jay had set out two—but two more have arrived with the guests. Three are in use.  A young man, who licked ass all Thursday night, is parked under one of them, waiting for a new butt.  I watch a hot younger Latino take a seat on his face.  He gestures me over so he can suck my dick while a hot tongue is stabbing up into his hole.  This guy is good, with great deep throat skills.  He does my balls without my urging.  He lets me fuck his face.  He never chokes on me.  I pat his shoulder and move on…

*

I fuck a bear of a man—with a white beard and a huge patch of salt and pepper chest hair.  A parade of men pass by and let him suck their cocks as he takes me in his hole.  Some piss on him.  I fuck him until I need to piss. I pull out and blast a stream up to his mouth.  It quickly becomes less powerful and coats that chest hair.  A young man with lots of facial scruff is standing by—stroking and watching.  He instantly bends over and begins licking up all the piss on the bear’s chest.  He takes some of it up to the Bear’s mouth and kisses him.  I go to my knees and eat the young man’s ass.

“Fuck me, daddy…” he moans.

I stand up and do just that—as the Bear holds him tight and the boy whimpers into the mass of wet fur…

*

My friend Rod arrives.  It has been four or five years since I’ve seen him.  He and his partner use to live in Chicago and threw fabulous New Years Eve sex parties until they moved west.  I give my dick a break and we catch up as we each chug a bottle of water.  Soon enough we notice a heavily tatted guy in his 40’s get up on the fuck bench.  We go over.  Rod feeds him his dick as I begin eating his ass. He has been busy—his hole is open and his ass lips puffy.  He is also a self luber—to the point it drips onto my tongue.

I stand up and give him my dick.  He’s surprised by my size, but takes it easily after a few moments.  Rod comes back and watches me fuck.  “I’ve missed seeing that,” he whispers in my ear.  And then pisses on my shaft—so I fuck it into Tatted Guy’s gut. 

I pull out and take my dick to the bottom’s mouth as Rod puts his large, curved cock into the super wet hole I just left.  Rod grunts his approval and begins fucking him with long, hard strokes.  Hard enough that Tatted Guy has to stop sucking and concentrate on his ass.  I go around and watch Rod fuck.  I kneel and lick the side of his cock on the back stroke.  I want to piss on him, but I don’t think I can.  It doesn’t matter, as two guys who were about to piss in the wading pool next door, decide to use us instead.  Rod’s cock is covered, I am covered and the back of Tatted Guy is soaked.   

Rod pulls out.  I suck his cock for a millisecond before I know I need to fuck.  I push into the now super stretched hole.  “I have to piss,” I bark at Tatted Guy.  “Want it in your ass?”

“Fuckin’ piss fuck me, man…”

I slow down, but I don’t stop fucking.  It’s almost there…I pause and my cock explodes with what feels like a geyser of piss.  As I continue to piss, I begin a slow pistoning.  Piss splashes out.  Rod goes to his knees and tries to get in a position to lick some.  I keep pumping.  My eyes connect with Rod.  I nod and pull out, stepping slightly to the other side.  Piss drips out of Tatted Guy’s ass.  Rod is there to lick it all up…

*

Later.

The youngest man at the party—at least he looks barely 25—is having his dream moment.  He is in the sling.  His daddy is at the head, behind him, holding on to his arms in a loving way, not holding him in place.  And the daddy is encouraging every man to use his boy.

I have seen at least three men cum in him.   I wander over closer as the fourth man fucks and shoots a load in the kid.  I watch another man just fuck and leave.  I kneel and taste the collected loads.  I stand up and slap my cock on the kid’s mounded jock pouch. 

“You want those loads fucked deeper into you…?”

The boy is breathless.  His Daddy answers.  “Do it.  Fuck those loads into him.”

I do.  Slowly and deliberately.

Rod watches. 

I pull out to make room for a man who looks like he is about to drop his load.  He slips in and cums fast.  This time Rod churns it.

We move away as another man is welcomed into the kid’s ass…

*

A switch has flipped in Rod.  Maybe it was watching that kid—but his assneeds my dick—and he says so.  The bench, next to the boy being loaded, is free.  Rod climbs on.  I spend a long time licking and tonguing his butt.  Getting reacquainted with a hole I used to know like few others.  I stand up and fuck.  He feels great.  Rod tells me so, until he gets a piss slick dick in his mouth.  I grin at the guy in a leather harness across from me as we fuck our respective holes.

“Switch?”  I ask.

He nods and we change.  Rod is getting just what he needs.  He loves the taste of his ass on my cock.

“Come fuck me,” Harness Guy commands.

He stays in place in Rod’s ass and I move around behind him.  His hole is wet to the touch.  I slide in easily.  “You do the work,” I tell him, standing still.  He fucks into Rod—and back on me.  All three of us groan.

The kid in the sling next to us takes another load and his Daddy proudly announces “Number eight!”

This guy feels great—but I want more.  I tell him to get on the bench with Rod.  He lays down on Rod, chest to back.  I have two holes to fuck—to go back and forth.  I fuck Rod.  He groans.  I have to stand on my toes to get into Harness Guy—but I can.  And do.  I give him half a dozen strokes.  Back to Rod.  He is panting now.  Once more into Harness Guy.  As I pull out, Harness guy rolls off Rod onto his feet.  I plow into Rod. 

And shoot.  Noisily.

Harness Guy jerks—and grates out, “Let me in…”

I move.  His cock just makes it into Rod before he shoots a massive load.

I go to my knees.  I clean his cock as he pulls out.  Harness Guy lets me—and then pushes my face into Rod’s cum dripping hole.  I tongue it.  I swallow our mixed jizz.

My cock is still hard I am so turned on.  I stand up and churn the loads…and shoot again.

*

It was reported that the young man in the sling with his daddy took 10 to 12 loads.  They lost count.

Late that night, as I got ready for bed, I found a phone number stuffed in my sock…

 

If you are a new reader here is a link to one of Rod & Brice’s New Years Eve sexparties. Others can be found by hitting the New Years Eve label in the cloud.

IML: Eight Pigs in Our Room

I spent Sunday morning writing about the cum dump bottoms at the host hotel.  I have a long standing tradition of getting together some men for good group sex late in the afternoon on IML Sunday.  So I also sent out some invitations/reminders to the guys we hoped would come.  Some got busy, of course, but others said they would be there as close to 4 pm as they could.

Marco went to clean up.  I turned down the bed so we’d be playing on the top sheet.  I set out water and lube and a couple of sex toys.  Marco, on a break in his routine, helped me move the sling into the middle of the living room, making the couch an additional play space. The rimseat was set up in a corner by the bathroom door.

Just before 4pm I got a message from Scott (the bear Derrick and Jacob and I had played with at both CLAW and my first day here) that he could attend for an hour before meeting the boyfriend. 

I get dressed in my chaps, yellow striped cod piece and a harness.

Scott is the first to arrive.  He is in full leather.  We are good pigs and start playing, not waiting for any others, since Scott is on a time limit.  We kiss.  All three of us.  Marco has not met him before.  Scott unsnaps his leather jock, letting his sizable cock jump free.  Scott bends to suck Marco’s PA-ed dick.  I crawl under him and suck Scott’s cock.  Soon I switch to rimming Scott’s ass as he is so conveniently bent over.  Marco flips on the bed and grinds his furry crack against Scott’s tongue.  Scott groans.  He loves the forest of hair in Marco’s crack. 

We are all right where we want to be.

“Get on the rimseat.”  I have wanted to eat Scott’s hairy ass on a seat since I met him.  I get under, he sits and his full, hairy ass is split open by the seat.  I lick and chew and swallow.  I can sense Marco is there—maybe working Scott’s nipples, maybe getting his cock sucked, I can’t tell.

I lick until I need to fuck.  I tap his legs and suggest the sling.  We get Scott into it.  I push into his now remarkably wet ass.  I fuck.  Marco works his nipples.  I am just entering him again as there is a knock on the door.  It’s Brice and Rod—my New Year’s Eve hosts.  I let Scott out of the sling as the new arrivals strip.  No leather here—they are naked but for boots in no time.  Scott gets acquainted with Rod’s cockringed dick as Marco and Brice make out.  I shoot a text to Jacob that Scott is here, for the moment. 

I love his answer:  “Right on.  We just need a few minutes.  I have a fresh load in my hole for you.”  When I look up, the bed is full of the two couples.  Marco is wrapped in Brice’s arms and Scott is riding Rod’s dick.  I add in by licking Rod’s balls.  We only break when Derrick and Jacob knock.

*****

Scott is in the sling.  I have fucked him and now stand by his head.  He sucks me, in that cramped way you have to in a sling.  Derrick is finishing up a fuck.  Jacob takes over.

 Soon it’s Rod tasting the well fucked hole and fucking his dick back into him.

I bend, pulling my dick out of his mouth, and whisper into his ear. “That’s the fourth cock up you.”   Scott groans and I stick my dick back in.

*****

It’s over an hour into the party.  Scott is still here—over on the bed with Marco and Brice.  Jacob is in the sling.  “Who’s load do you have?”  I ask.

“A big dicked ginger guy,”  Jacob tell me. 

I taste for it—but it is too deep in him to ooze out.  I stand up and fuck him as hard and fast as I can.  Derrick and Rod have bonded and are sitting on the couch stroking each other, watching every move I make. 

I gesture to Rod.  “You need to try out this ass.”  Rod comes over.  He licks at my handiwork, then fucks him, harder than I did, if possible.  I move to Derrick and sit.  His eyes are riveted to his boy giving his ass to a new man—and one with a great cock.  I am so close, that Rod can pull out, tell me to lick his dick clean, and go back to fucking.

Derrick is up his boy next.

Then Scott fucks Jacob’s wet hole.

Then it’s Brice’s turn, in a rare public topping moment.

Which inspires Marco to fuck Jacob, too.

“How does it feel to have every man in the room fuck you?”

I don’t get a coherent answer, just a whimper of pleasure.  I go around and suck Marco’s dick as he pulls out.  Brice pushes my face into Jacob’s crack.  I lick at the juices left behind by the train of men.  I savor them all and let them slide down my throat.

I stand up and fuck him again.

Full circle.

“Up.” 

I get Jacob out of the sling and unclip the end of it, letting it hang down at the back.  I get the wrist restraints on him.  I clip him to the top of the sling frame.  I pull his ass towards me so he is bent and jutting that fuckable ass right at me.  I rim some.  Fuck more.  Scott comes around and sucks Jacob’s dick as I rail into him.

“Marco, open him up.”

I help set the sling back in place.  Jacob loves to be fisted, but has, at least around me, only had medium to large hands in him.  Every time I fist him he cums after the third entry.  I want Marco’s smaller hands to give him a different kind of experience.  And it works.  Marco works his smaller hands into him.  For a long time.  It’s all about expanding sensations.  Jacob babbles and can’t get enough…

*****

It’s over two hours in and Scott is still here. The sling has become all about fisting.  The bed and couch are for fucking.  Dicks have been in multiple asses.  Tod arrives.  Marco’s trick who’s dick I cleaned after his fucking of Marco.  That Tod.  He fucks like a wild man.  Brice is the first to get Tod’s dick in his ass.  I’m eating Rod’s ass under the rimseat.  Derrick (at least I think it is Derrick) stands astride my chest and feeds Rod his cock as I eat Rod’s juicy ass. 

Rod gets up.  Brice sits his freshly fucked butt on my face.  I lick up Tod’s precum.

Then it’s Derrick on the rimseat.

This leads me to fucking him on the bed.

On a second round, Tod fucks the cum out of both Rod and Brice.  They take off, along with Scott—now almost two hours longer than he said he’d be here.

Jacob and Derrick take off for a late dinner.

Tod is fisting Marco.  “Hey we need you.”  I turn from closing the door.  Marco’s pubes are awash with his cum which Tod has just fisted out of him.  I lap it up.

Marco’s hole is done for the night.  Neither Tod or I have shot.  He stands in the middle of the room beating his meat.  “How can I help?” I ask.

“Balls.”  I kneel and lick those balls that have slapped against every ass in the room but mine.  Tod is breathing hard as Marco twists his nipples.  “Want my load?” he grunts out.

I don’t answer.  I just envelop his cock, my lips replacing his fingers as he shoots down my throat.

*****

I decide not to shoot manually…I have other plans for a load that didn’t get planted in the great asses of the afternoon…

Ringing In the New Year--One Ass After the Other

Chicago—New Year’s Eve, 2016

Marco and I made the trip into Chicago the next morning with ease.  We arrived earlier than expected at Rod and Brice’s house.   We unpacked.  I set up the fuck bench in their basement play area where it joined their sling, rimseat and a double bed you could get to from all four sides.  (I took pictures of the set-up last year—you can see them here.)

I nap.

It’s 10:00 pm and time to fuck.

The four us go downstairs.  We begin warming each other up.  A blow job, some rimming, and fingers in Marco’s ass.   Nine more men begin to troop through the door, take their clothes off and insert themselves, literally, into the action playing out in front of them.

A cocky leather top says he’s always the biggest dick at a party.  I make sure he’s watching as I pull out of Marco’s ass.  He doesn’t repeat that statement again.

Three of us take turns on Rod’s ass—with him straddling the fuckbench.

Bryce is getting railed by a tall Black top in the sling.

Marco is on all fours on the bed.  He has had his newly PA-ed dick in a cute blond man—and now they’ve reversed.

Men occasionally pause from fucking, take a drink and then move to another clump of sweaty men.

*****

I am under the rimseat.  I’ve been eating out the cute blond.  Bryce arrives.  The new ass is thrust down on my face. 

“He loaded me.” Bryce says. 

I am guessing it was fuck in the sling with the big Black guy.  But I don’t care.  He is sitting on the seat and moaning every time my tongue touches his hole.  I can just taste the load.  I drill deeper.  It starts to drip out onto my tongue.  I push even deeper.

Bryce moans.  “You want it?”  He loosens his hole.  It’s a slow flow of jizz.  It slips out of his well fucked ass and into my mouth.  I groan, muffled by his hairy ass, and just let the flow continue onto my tongue.

Some one bats my hand off my cock and sits on it.  I can’t tell who.  I just concentrate on the river of jism cascading out of Bryce.  If this is only one load, I can’t believe the volume.  I plaster my mouth around his swollen ass lips.

A different man is fucking himself on my dick now.

The flow of jizz has stopped.  I clean him up.  I swallow every drop.  He gets up.  The dim room feels incredibly bright after being under him.  Brice is standing so I still can’t see who’s riding my cock.

“Don’t get up.  I’ve got something for you.”  Rod’s ass replaces Brice’s butt.  I dig into the freshly loaded hole…

*****

Rod has gone.  (A small load after the glacier that flowed out of Brice.)  Word has spread.  Even the tops are sitting on my face to let me eat them out.  I think I’m up to at least six men but I’ve pretty much lost count.  One more unidentified man has ridden my dick as I rim.  I can tell it’s Marco on me now.  I can see even less than usual.  It’s a big bubble butt filling the seat.  I know it belongs to a Black guy.  He’s younger than the stud who fucked Brice.  He was one of the rotation-on-Rod group.  He’s moaning and calling me a dirty slut between hits of poppers.

Suddenly he stands up.  “Do you face fuck?” he asks, looking down at me through the closed seat. 

I look up past his dripping fat dick and try to concentrate on his face.  “Sure.”

Marco gets off my dick.  The Black guy helps me up and leads me to the bathroom on this floor.  “I want my face fucked.  Hard.  It can get sloppy.  Ok?”

I nod and he gets on his knees.  My dick is straight from several asses, but he doesn’t care.  Maybe even likes it.  He opens and I grab his head.  And thrust.  All the way down his throat.  I fuck it—holding him in place.  Three or four strokes until I feel him gag.  I pull off, bringing up huge strands of deep throat spittle.

“Yeah, just like that!” he tells me.  “Do it a—”

I don’t let him finish.  I am slamming my cock into his throat.  His teeth are completely covered.  For all the fucking of his mouth, I’m never scraped.  I pull out.  The spittle covers his chin and one strand oozes down his naked torso.  I mop it up with my cock head and fuck it back into his mouth.

Again.

And again.

This time he gags hard enough I think I might have pushed too deep.  But he recovers.  He looks up at me.  His eyes are wet.  “Fuck, man.  No one will do this to me.”

I give him another couple of rounds.  My dick is super wet.  I pull him up.  “Now bend,” I bark.  He grabs the rim of the sink.  “I’m fucking your throat slime up that phat ass of yours.”

“Yes, Sir,” he all but whispers.  “Fuck me, Sir.”

 I slam into him with all the force I used on his throat…

*****

We drink champagne at midnight.  It’s a good change from ass juice and cum.

I count the men.  I’ve been up all but the four strict tops.  That makes me smile.

I watch my throat fuckee lead Brice to the bathroom.  I’m pretty sure he’s not going to do the same thing—but I want to know.  I follow.

I watch from the open doorway.  Brice is bent over, holding onto the same rim of the sink.  The top is savagely using his hole.  I watch until he sees me watching him.  I walk forward.  He doesn’t stop.  I kneel right by Brice’s upturned butt.  I watch that big piece of black meat slice into that hot ass. 

I look up at the top.  “Let me taste his ass on your dick.  Fuck it into my mouth.”

He just keeps fucking.

It’s my turn to use the words he wants to hear.  “Please, Sir, fuck my mouth straight from his ass.” 

Instantly he pulls out and sticks it into my mouth.  I clean it.  He rips it out of my mouth and shoves it back up Brice.  Four strokes into Brice.  One into me.   Four.  One.  Four.   One.   Four….he explodes.

I clean his drooling cock.  And get my face pushed into Brice’s leaking butt.  The top hold’s me in place.  I can barely breathe.  All I can do is lick out his cum…

*****

(For the record, 30 minutes later I breed Brice in the sling—and have the cute blond felch out my load.)

IML Sunday. New F-Buds and Old. The Old…

Chicago—May, 2016

(There are some pretty graphic pictures below…)

As soon as Dylan was gone, I got dressed and headed out for a sandwich.  On the way downstairs, I stopped at Jack and Joey’s room.  Joey let me in.  I found Jack naked, blindfolded and with hash marks on his ass.  He’d taken something like 6 loads from seven cocks.  The thought of that got me hard. 

Of course I tasted them and fucked in them.

And I invited them up to our 5pm playtime.

It was a good thing I did.  Our numbers were dwindling.  One guy had to work later on his IML shift.  Another had to work until the last minute and couldn’t clean out.  A top didn’t show.  Dylan couldn’t get back to us after all.  I knew it was bad, when Rod was feeling poorly and sent Brice without him.

But there was still plenty of fun to be had.

I am balls deep up Brice the moment he’s naked.  Marco had played with him while I was at the piss party.  Now it’s my turn to luxuriate in his warm hole. 

A knock on the door.  It’s Jack and Joey.  We regroup.  I get Jack in the sling.  I’m back to eating his loaded hole and fucking in it.  Marco and Brice can’t wait to see if Joey’s hole is really as “fistable” as I told them.  Marco starts working it.

One hand.  Then the other.  And both.  Brice snaps the pictures—and I keep fucking Jack.

The boys trade off.  Brice’s much bigger hands love the warmed up hole.  In no time he has both of his fists in the hole in front of him.

Jack needs a break.

It’s my turn up Joey.  I fuck.  I add my hand.  I stroke myself inside Joey.

This turns Brice on even more.  The moment I pull out, he’s hard and wants to fuck.  He does.  He fucks Joey until he loads him.

I want this cum.  I get Joey and his easy access ass on the rimseat.  He sits.  He stuffs his beginnings of a rosebud into my mouth.  The act of pushing out the cum also makes his bladder spasm.

“I’m gonna piss all over you.”  

As the cum drips into my mouth, his piss gushes all over my chest and the tarp below me. 

I eat and swallow.  Joey is shaking.  I finally have to stop.  We towel off and I see what Marco has done to Jack. He has tied him up in an intricate pattern of ropes.

I get behind him.  I am rock hard from the cum eating and blown out hole. 

I fuck my load into Jack.

I add a hash mark.

And we do one more stunt shot.  I have to contort my body, to keep my dick in Jack, while I stick a paw up both Marco on the left and Joey on my right.

And that was IML 2016.

A Picture Preview

I am going to take a night off from writing the rest of Sunday at IML.  Some of the pictures of it are still on their way to me.  And I need to sort through them all.  Here are a few of them that will give you some idea of our final, more extreme, play time with fuck buddies we know well.

Jack, bound by Marco, gets the fucking he needs.  That is Brice's hot cock behind us.

Joey gets my dick and my hand.

Trapped Under the Rimseat--New Year's Eve

Chicago—December 2015

Time to catch up on one of my favorite gatherings of the year…

It’s late.   Marco, the muscle hole, has just arrived at my house.  He’s driven up after work and walked in my door at just after 1:00 am.  We barely chat.  We head straight to bed.  Not to fuck.  But to sleep.  It feels really good to wrap my arms around him.

“I have the whole holiday weekend planned for us,” he murmurs in my ear.

I grunt--not sure I want to hear it right now.  I want to concentrate on warming up the man who’s just come in from the cold.  He flips around and grinds his hairy ass against my crotch.  I grunt again—sounding happier, even to my ears.

And drift off to sleep.

*****

By late afternoon, we are at Rod and Brice’s house in Chicago.  I am setting up the padded fuck bench.  They have their sling out and the rimseat they purchased with me in mind.  There is also a big screen television where porn will be playing and a double bed.  Rod, a silver fox with a big dick, is helping me screw the legs into place.  He tells me that it’s a big guest list.  Equal parts, he says, of men they know and men they want to know.  We can hear Brice, his partner, in the shower upstairs.  Or maybe it’s Marco.  I finish up, snap these pictures and grab a quick nap. 

My alarm goes off in my phone.  Marco comes into our room to make sure I’m awake.  I start to dress in my leathers.  Marco tells me he has a load up his butt from Brice.  “Just to make your dick feel that much better,” he tells me.  I kiss him and tie up my boot laces.

We don’t wait for the guests.  We just go downstairs and start to have sloppy sex.  Marco is in the sling.  I am on my knees poking my tongue into his hairy, matted hole.  Brice is standing behind Marco’s head and working his nipples.  Marco’s hole flowers open.  My tongue pokes in.  He clamps down on me.  My cock beads a huge dollop of pre-cum.  I cover my cock head with it, stand up and push my slimy dick into his pre-lubed manhole.  Marco groans.

“Fuck him with my load,” Brice commands.  I do.  My hips slap against Marco’s upturned ass.

And the parade of men start to arrive.

I keep fucking as a Black top arrives.  He’s a regular—I recognize him from every past party.  He thinks I pay him the highest compliment one top can pay another by eating his jizz out of whatever bottom he has loaded that night.  He hugs me from behind.  I feel that massive cock hardening between my cheeks for just a moment before he grabs Brice and puts him on the fuck bench.

I keep fucking as my bathhouse buddy Juan comes in.  Juan loves to take loads at any bath and bring them to me to eat out.  He gets right down on his knees, crawls under the sling and begins licking the underside of my cock each time it pulls out of Marco.

“Am I tasting cum?” Juan asks.

“Yes.  Brice gave him a load.”

Juan groans in the back of his throat.  He redoubles his effort to get every drop I pull out of Marco’s hole down his throat.

I keep fucking as the multi-orgasmic Black top arrives.  He only fucks his chosen man for a few moments.  But he’s good for three to five loads in a couple of hours of play.  Juan crawls out from under and takes the new arrival to the bed.

I keep fucking as a hot tatted man arrives—in a yellow jock and harness.  He stops at the sling.  He watches my dick intently.  “Let me see that full cock,” he says. 

I pull out obligingly.

“Shit, man!”  And he bends over and cleans me off.

Marco jumps out of the sling and indicates I should put the new arrival in it.  Marco grabs a water bottle, takes a slug and is led to the bed by another new arrival—also African American—and one who I know is versatile.  His cock is sliding into Marco, who is side by side with Juan on the bed, before I get the yellow jocked hottie into the sling.

I eat his hole.  So intently I miss the next few arrivals.  By the time I stand up, there are 13 of us there.  Cocks are being sucked or are plowing hole.  There are 4 top only men—but all who love their ass eaten.  Everyone else is versatile.  I love that I get to see Marco fuck—something I don’t often get to see. 

I go back to paying attention to the man beneath me.  He is breathing hard—and huffing poppers like crazy.  I fuck him until I finally need a break.

*****

I am trapped under the rimseat.  Juan is on the seat, opening his hairy hole to my probing tongue.  He has the first load from the multi-cummer—and can’t wait to feed me.  I am pinned to the mat by the yellow jocked man riding my cock.

Juan pushes ever so slightly.  The load oozes into my mouth.  I clean up every drop that my tongue can find.  Juan is now sucking a cock.  I can’t see who it is, but I can hear the slurp of the dick being taken deep into Juan’s throat.  He won’t be going anywhere soon.  I lick his hole until it is sopping wet.

I am blinded by light.  Juan is up and the yellow jocked guy, fresh from riding my dick, is sitting down on my face.  No load yet, but plenty of precum as my cock was working overtime with what Juan was feeding me.  Someone sits on my cock.  I think it’s Juan, but I’m not sure. 

Just as fast, the tight hole is replaced with another.  A third man is riding my cock—and I have no idea who it is.  But I find out quickly.  Yellow jock tells the rider to change places with him.  It’s Brice.  The men switch.  “He has a load for you,” Yellow Jock tells me, “though he’s left some of it on your cock for me.”  I watch yellow jock impale himself  on my cummy dick before my world is blacked out again with Brice’s dripping ass on my face.

****

I must be there for an hour of the play time.  Every man in the room either rides my dick, sucks my cock or lets me rim him.  Some do all three.  It’s an incredible buffet of open butt for my tongue.  I lose track of how many loads are fed to me.  At least five.  Not everyone announces they have one.  Some feed me with an element of  total surprise.  Not for the first time I wish I could be more multi-orgasmic…

*****

I am let up for midnight.  We drink a champagne toast and a number of men take off, totally spent.  I still have to get off.  Juan is busy with Rod.  I know I have the rest of the weekend with Marco and I believe you should always load your host if you can.  Last year it was Rod.  I get Brice back in the sling.

I sink my tongue into him.  His canal is so damn slippery.  It’s heaven.  I eat.  I spit some back in and stand up.

“Load me.  Start the new year right.”

“Yeah, I want to add mine to all the others.”

“Do it, man.”  Brice does this moan that is all about need.  “Give it to me.  Every drop.”

He’s egging me on and knows it.

“Fuck!”  I pull out and sink to my knees for one last taste.  It’s right there—rising up the length of my cock.  “FUCK!”  I stand up.  Insert.  And explode into the mix of DNA already in Brice.  Marco grabs me from behind and holds on to me.  Keeping me in place.  Finally I see why.  Juan is geting under the sling. 

“Now let him pull out,” he tells Marco.  My dick inches out.  My enlarged helmet head scrapes the walls of Brice’s ass of all the cum left in him.  With one large plop, I am out of his ass and Juan is there to catch the jizz on his tongue.  He swallows and swings around to plaster his mouth to Brice’s hole.  Marco won’t let me go.  Not until Juan has cleaned my cock.

Finally, I get a second glass of champagne.  I raise it slightly in a silent toast. 

Fuck, yeah…Welcome 2016!

Banging the Birthday Boy

Chicago—September, 2015

Rod sent me an email—he was throwing a birthday orgy for his partner Brice.  He wondered if I was available.  This is the couple who throw the sex party I attend every New Year’s Eve.  Of course, I’d be there.

There are the three of us: 

Rod—a silver fox with a big dick, Brice—bearded, hairy with Hebraic features, Me—thin, with my long, fat dick eager for hole.

We didn’t wait for the guests to arrive.  I had taken my padded fuck bench to set up right next to their sling and rimseat.  I put the birthday boy on the bench, ate his ass and, when I could finally tear myself away from eating his hole, stood up and worked the first dick of the night up his wet pucker. 

And the doorbell rang…

Rod answers and shows in a boy.   This surprises me.  These guys rarely ask young men.  I later learn this twinkish looking boy in a ballcap is actually 41.  (He keeps the hat on to cover up the receding hairline.)  Hat Boy can’t take his eyes off me fucking.  He leans over Brice to watch me ravage his hole.  I pull out ever so slowly to show off my full length.  The man’s eyes widen.  His mouth ovals.  And he strips on the spot.  His cock emerges rock hard and he shoves it towards Brice’s face.

A leather  top arrives from the changing room.  (I had eaten his hole in December and cleaned his cock of a lot of cum and butt juice.)  He smiles at me and whispers in my ear that he hopes I’ll tongue him again.  I do.  A couple of times.

His partner, a talkative mixed race man, arrives much later—but in time to load Brice.

A man in chaps saunters in behind the top.  In moments, the Leather Top is getting his dick sucked noisily by the guy in chaps.

A wiry man in an assless neoprene singlet enters the mix of bodies.   A visitor from Australia.  And a sex pig.  His first action is to clean my cock directly from Brice’s hole and spit the juices back into Brice.   I’m pretty sure I am going to be spending a lot of time with him.

The guests keep coming.

Another leather top who fucks Chaps after the Leather Top takes a breather.  He ends up using his fists the rest of the night on many willing holes.

A Black versatile is next.  Over the two and half hours, he shoots 6 loads in three different asses.  And he’s not faking the orgasms—I felched each and every load.

Dreadlocks, the Black man with at least 9.5 inches, and a favorite from NYE, comes in late.  He’s up Rod, working that huge dick into Rod’s ass at the same time Rod is fucking Neoprene.  And he’s good for 4 loads before the night is done.

A Latino arrives late.  He is window dressing.  He watches.  And strokes an uncut schlong. 

We fuck and suck and switch partners.   On the bed.  On the bench.  On the sling.  In twos and threes.  Sometimes more.  I get my cock in every bottom and versatile man there.

Two moments stand out.

Neoprene spends as much time under the rim seat as I do.  Maybe more.  He can’t stop eating my ass.  We both taste every hole at the party.   He is back up my ass, licking and squirming on the leather throw where the rimseat sits.  He is so sweaty now, he slides on the leather—out from under the seat as if he’s on one of those creepers used by auto mechanics—but his is nothing but sweat, lube and leather.  He attacks the underside of my balls with his hot mouth.  And then slides farther out and turns to suck my dick.  This puts his ass in the air.   He is loaded instantly by the short fused Black man.

“Eat my loaded ass, pig.”

We reverse.  I get under the rimchair.  He sits on the seat above my open mouth.  Cum is already dripping from his well fucked hole.  It’s an easy felch.  It slides right out of him into my mouth.   My probing tongue only makes him hornier.  He gets up and rides my rampant cock while I am still trapped under the rimseat.   Some other man sits down…and I eat the butt of I know not who as I fuck up into what’s left of the cum in Neoprene’s ass.

*****

It’s winding down.  Chaps is proving to be every bit of a pig as Neoprene.  Brice has been loaded by so many—and I’m fucking in it.  The sling chains rattle.  Chaps is on his knees next to me.  I pull out—and make him clean my dick.  Then I push his face into Brice’s wet, puffy hole.

“Eat him out.”

Chaps grunts.

“Don’t swallow it all,” I tell him.  “I want you to kiss me.”

Chaps stands up. We kiss--a long, wet exchange of cum and spit and ass juice.

I break the kiss so I can fuck more.  Then we repeat the cleaning process.

Fuck.  Clean.  Kiss.

Fuck.  Clean.  Sloppy kiss.

I am ramping up the speed of my fuck.  Dreadlocks comes over to watch me churn his loads.  He stands behind me, twisting my nipples, his spent cock in my ass crack.  Chaps can’t take his eyes from my dick.

And I explode.   Deep and long.

Brice grunts:   “Fuck, I’m full…”

I pull out.  Ever so slowly.   Chap’s mouth is plastered to my dick, his tongue inching its way towards Brice’s overflowing hole.  I am out.  He swirls his tongue over my cock head—and dives for the cascade of cum flowing out of the birthday boy…