I'll Take That as a Compliment

 My Playroom—February, 2025

I had a lot of sex, that second full week of February.  Monday was the trip to the bookstore where I had fun with the man with the porn star body.  Wednesday, I had a date with Kieran in the playroom.  And another man was booked the following day to jump in the sling.

Kieran, the married bear with the super talented mouth, had sent me a number of texts as I was driving home to Michigan with my brother.  They were all in the vein of ‘let me know once you’re back and I will give that big cock of yours a workout!’  It had been a full month since we’d seen each other, so, I did—and we set a date and time.

As Wednesday dawned, I got a text asking if we could adjust his arrival, as he’d forgotten an appointment.  I agreed.  He arrived at my front door a little before the new time.  Breathless.    He greeted me and went directly to the back stairs to go down to the playroom.  I grabbed my mug of tea and followed…

 

He is almost naked as I enter the playroom.  He sits on the bed and puts his socks back on.  He rips off a once white tee-shirt and tosses it into the chair, saying “Let’s fuck!”

I hang my bathrobe on the doorknob.  I move right in front of him.  I want that talented mouth to get me hard.  I pull back the yellow jock pouch and my cock falls free.  He takes it into his mouth and it grows firm deep in his throat.  Now the real cock sucking begins.  His tongue seems to be everywhere:  in my piss slit, right under the head or swirling around the girth of me.  Now he deep throats me.  I love the exquisite tightness of his throat.  I let him work on me, doing whatever pleases the both of us.

“My ass is so hungry for you,” he says as he pulls off me.

But I deliberately ignore him.  I get on the bed. “I want more of that mouth.”  He repositions and leans down to do all the same things at a new angle.  Making my cock drip.

“And don’t forget my balls.”

He makes them very wet.  He lifts them and remembers to dig his tongue between my balls and my cock ring, something I love.  He seems to, too.  He can’t seem to get enough.  Finally, he sits back up.  I relent and get off the bed. 

Kieran has knee issues so we skip the bench go directly to the sling.  He gets in and I kneel in front of his big bear ass.  I burrow in and he groans.  “I love watching you do that,” he murmurs, his eyes on the mirror above him.  “Eat my hole and get it ready for that cock.”

I dig in, spitting and licking it back up.  Over and over.

I stand.  I push in and fuck.  His eyes never leave the mirror. He is rubbing his own cock in time to my fuck strokes.

I pull out.  He is deliciously clean.  He has figured out how to get there on these last two visits.  To reward him, I go to my knees and eat out his freshly fucked hole.  He groans.  Then begs for my cock.  “Let me see it slide in!”

I stand up and push it back in.  Forcefully.  His eyes go wide, riveted to the mirror above him.  I fuck him harder.  His hand jerks in time with me once again.

“Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!!  Noooo!”  He is shooting his load, all over his hairy chest. 

I slow down.  “Can you keep going?”

“Yeah.  Cream my hole.”

I fuck, but I can see the discomfort on his face.  I pull out.  I try a smaller toy, to keep his ass open for me, but that’s worse.

I kneel.  I bury my face in his used hole.  This makes him moan.  My cock is rock hard as I eat him out.  I take a hit of poppers and go to town on his very pronounced ass lips.  Something about having the swollen flesh in my mouth—swollen flesh that my dick helped create—really turns me on.  I suckle them as Kieran whimpers.

I take a second hit when the fumes wear off.  I keep licking and sucking and lightly chewing on what was once a tight pucker.  Damn, I suddenly realize I can shoot.  I stand up and push between those engorged lips that were just in my mouth and I fire my load into his ass.

All under an hour.

 

Kieran was apologetic, but thrilled I could still give him a load.

I really do take is as a compliment that the sight of my cock fucking into him got him off so quickly…

"I Don't Think I Can Take Any More...."

My Playroom—September, 2016

The next man in my playroom, Judd, was another man I had been talking to for a long time.  He had been recommended to me by a mutual playmate who knew him as a top.  But he was very vocal to me about being versatile.  We had to juggle his work schedule with some family duties of his and with my odd schedule.  But we found time—almost immediately after my last adventure. 

We sent the usual texts.  He told me he really needed to get fucked. 

Bareback?  “Yes.  And breed me.”

Restraints?   “Sure.”

Toys?  “Maybe.”

Watersports?  “YES!” 

He cut my quiz short with a final salvo:  “Just do whatever you want to me, as long as your dick is in my hole.”

Judd is naked but for a blue jock.  He’s late 20’s with a shaved head.  He’s pale, though it’s the end of summer.  There is a shoulder tat—a skull—and a forearm tat— a dagger dripping blood.  He’s thin and lithe, maybe 5’6”, 150 pounds.  His cock is hidden by the jock, though I know from his profile that it’s bigger than average. 

He gets right to his knees and starts mouthing my jock.  It must still reek of Brock’s juicy ass.  Jonah grunts his appreciation of it.  His tongue snakes out and gets the pouch really wet.  He pulls my cock out.

I stop him with “Do my balls.”  His tongue is great.  He doesn’t try to pull them into his mouth, he just licks them.  It makes my cock go from semi-erect to full on hardness.  I pull away from him and push my dick into his mouth.  I hold his head and fuck.  He takes ¾ of my length.  I pull out and go right back down his throat.  This time to the root.  And he takes me just fine.  My dick comes up with that deep throat slime.

“Get on the bench.”  He does.  I wipe my dick down his ass crack, so all that throat jizz is covering it. This elicits another grunt of pleasure.  I kneel and eat him out.  He’s tight.  But he knows how to open for my thrusting tongue.

“Your tongue feels great.  But give me that dick.”

I ignore him.  I eat him out some more.  He grabs the handles on the fuck bench and holds on.  I stand up and slap his ass with my wet dick again.  “You still want this big dick up you?”

“Yeah.”

I slap him with it again.

He corrects himself.  “Yes, Sir.” 

"Yes, Sir what?”

“Give me that raw dick, Sir.” 

And on the word “Sir” I push the head into him.

“FUCK!”

“Take it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

And he does.  I never stop working it into him.  I stop only when he has the full length.  Then I fuck him hard.  I reach over to the bureau and grab my water bottle, never missing a stroke.  I take a long swig of water.  I pull out of his ass and piss pours out of me.  All down his ass crack.  “Fuck, that’s hot,” he whimpers.

I kneel and lick it up.  I fuck some more.  I pull out and, this time, bring my dick to his mouth.  There is no hesitation at all on ass to mouth.  He cleans me avidly.

Fuck.

Clean.

Fuck.

Rim.

Fuck.

Piss.

I get the wrist restraints off the sling chains and fasten them on him.  The sling frame is wide open, with the sling just hanging from the front two chains.  I take him over to it and attach the wrist restraints above Judd’s head.  “Arch your back.”  He does.  His young fucking ass juts out at me, hanging there, at my mercy.

I eat his hole again.  He is so fucking wet from the play.  I make a show of spitting his butt juices back into him.  I fuck him in this position.  He is totally compliant.  I pull out and piss his ass crack again.  I lick it off.  I save some in my mouth.  I bring it up to his mouth.  He hungrily opens to let me yellowball the piss to him.  We kiss.  Roughly.

I let him down, to give his arms a break.  I turn him around.  The arms go back up.  He’s now facing me, strung up and at my mercy again.  I pull his cock out of the jock.  I go down on him until he’s rock hard.  I have just enough in my bladder to do a short blat of piss on his hard inches—and I clean it off with my mouth.  Again—I stand and make him taste my piss and his precum.  He’s juicing like crazy—he’s totally getting off on being used.

I suck some more.  I let him down.

The sling goes up.  We fuck there, too.  Hard and long.

I make him sit on the rim seat.  Not that he’s fighting.  I get my tongue so deep into his juicy ass…

Then it is sling time again.  I fuck.  I pull out and send piss flying across his chest.  One spurt hits his open mouth.  The rest puddles on his chest.

“Sir, I’m going to cum.”  He is stroking himself.  I knew I should have fastened his hands above his head.

I get my dick back in his ass.  I fuck his jizz out of him.  He cums noisily.  I scoop it up with my right hand.  I don’t pull all the way out.  “I’m smearing it on my cock,” I tell him.  I do just that.  And fuck it into him.

“I don’t think I can take…any…more…”

He never finishes the thought for I begin whitewashing his insides—making guttural noises that drown him out…

"Did You Bring the Sling?"

Northwest Indiana—August, 2016

I glanced at the text:  “Did you bring the sling?”

I had stayed in touch with Don, a ginger haired cock sucker I’d met at an Indiana bookstore last year.  He’d also showed up at my motel room, letting himself give in to his desire for skin on skin fucking.  (That post is Here.)  He was happy I was back in his neighborhood.   “Never been in one,” read the next text.

I sent back word that I had indeed tossed the sling in the trunk of my car.  I didn’t tell him it was already set up in my hotel room—and had had enough piss flying around it a few nights ago to sink it.  We arranged an evening meeting.  He could tell his partner he would be with a client.  And he would actually be putting his feet in the leather stirrups for the first time.

He’s a little late.  I have prepped the room (removed the icky-feeling bedspread and covered the two wall lamps with red bandannas.  I push the porn into the computer as I hear his knock on the door. 

Don is looking good.  What I wrote a year ago is still correct:  ‘He’s a good six foot tall, just beginning to carry a little more weight than he’d like, but you can see he’s at the gym regularly to fight it.  Maybe 40—no more than 45.  The ginger hair is thick on top—and there is a dusting in all the right places.’ We kiss.  He jumps in the shower to finish up his prep.

I sit on the foot of the bed.  Legs sprawled.  I watch Cum Whore, kneading my mound of cock, covered by a very clean white jock.  The moment Don is out of the bathroom, still rather damp and steamy, he’s between my legs.  He pulls the pouch aside and takes me deep into his mouth.  Damn, this guy can suck.  He’s an admitted size queen and he knows how to handle a big dick in his mouth.  He groans deep in his throat as I bottom out deep in his throat.  He pulls back up and does some great tongue work on my piss slit—and then over the entire leaking cock head.

“Damn,” Don pants.  “I love your dick.”

“Get up on the bed.  All fours.  Right here.”  I smack edge of the mattress right next to where I’m sitting.  I slide to the floor and press my face into the generous globes of ass flesh he presents to me.  I find his damp hole.  I make it wetter.  I tongue fuck him until he grabs a pillow and all but shoves it into his mouth to keep from groaning too loudly. 

I renew my oral attack on his hole.  I lube my dick as I tongue him.  I stand up.  I have to really work the head into him.

“I told you my boyfriend doesn’t fuck me anymore.”  He grunts as he relaxes his hole.  “It barely gets used.”

I silently vow to make sure his hole gets well used tonight.  The talking has distracted him.  I have bottomed out in his ass.  I let him get used to me.  My hands massage his shoulders and down his spine.  I start to fuck.  Slow strokes.  Long strokes.   Strokes that almost pull out of his hole.   Slow and deliberate.  And it’s driving him crazy.

“Fuck me,” he says into the pillow case.  “Ram my ass.”

I start a slow build—then think, fuck it, and begin slamming into his ass.  I watch as Don bites the pillow and makes encouraging grunts to egg me on.  I finish off with a swat on his ass with my right hand that reverberates in the tiny room.

“Let’s get you in the sling.”

“How do I do this?”  He’s standing at the end of the sling looking at the wide swath of shiny leather.  I get him to sit on the edge and lie back.

 “Now pull yourself towards me so that wet ass of yours is hanging out over the end.”

He does.  His head is now supported by the sling, where it should be.  I get his legs in the stirrups.  He looks totally comfortable.  Totally at home.

“How does it feel?”

“Great.”

“And it naturally spreads you open,” I whisper as I kneel in front of his hot hole.  I dive in.  It’s my turn to groan.  His hole is already puffy from the hard fucking.  And wet.  He’s a natural luber.  I lick it up and dig deeper for more.  I reach up and squeeze his cock as I tongue him, seeing if I can get any pre-cum to leak out.  When I pull out of his ass, I come up and lick a pearly drop out of his slit.  I shove it into his ass.  Fuck, I love the idea of his own cum in his hole.  I keep licking him for so long, I’m sure it’s all gone, but I don’t care.  Don has started jerking after I let go of his dick.  I surface another time to mop up his cock head.  This time I swab everything I collect into his hole and leave it there.  I stand up.  We lock eyes and I push in.

“Oh, fuck…”  Don’s eyes roll up.  He is no longer looking at me.  He is in his own personal fuck space.  I bat his hand away from his dick.  It’s gone down with my invading cock anyway.  I start a slow rhythmic fuck.  Short, hard strokes.  My thin hips are slapping loudly at his full ass.

I stop.  I eat his hole out again.  I insert and fuck another round. 

More eating of the juices his hole is churning out. 

Another fuck.

“Let’s get some blood back in your legs.”  I help to get him up and out of the sling.  “You like it? 

“It’s great.”

We drink some water and chat a little more.

Soon he’s riding my cock as he faces me as I lie on the bed.

“Now turn around.”  I stay sprawled.  He pulls off me and turns.  There is a mirror on the opposite wall.  Now he can watch himself as he sits on my cock.  He can’t take his eyes off my dick entering him.  He bounces on my cock—until I hold him still and fuck up into him.

We break again.  And it’s time to wind it up—Don has a boyfriend at home.

“I want you to breed me in the sling."

He gets in—like an old pro this time.

I spit into his hole a couple of times. 

I stand up and fuck.

A couple of licks at his hole—and I’m there.  I insert just in time to breed him.  I spasm into his hole.  Don grabs his cock and in three quick jerks shoots a load all over himself.

He cleans up carefully—once more in the shower.

We kiss—and he’s gone.

*****

My phone pings.  I look at the text.  “I just pulled into the driveway and you are seeping out of my ass.”

I grin.

I get texts all the next day.  He’s hooked on the sling.  Or my cock.  Or both.

We do it all again in the following week. 

Before the Boyfriend Comes Home

My Playroom—September, 2013

I returned from Canada and slowly got back to a my regular fuck schedule.  I was online at the top of the week.  The hot guy I called the Mystery Man when I wrote up our meet in the late spring, contacted me.  He was about to change jobs. Once he began working there, it would be harder for him to give the boyfriend the slip and get in the sling.  We both agreed he should get out here ASAP.  We set a date.  He told me he would text me as he was about to hit the road from Detroit.

I have decent cell phone coverage considering that I believe I live in a rural section of my state.  I was due to get his text about 1:00pm on the day of the meet.  It didn’t come in.  I waited.  I waited for a little longer.  I got online.  He was there.  “Did you get my text?” he asked.  I typed “No.”  And then my phone chirruped at me.  There it was—only 53 minutes after he sent it.  We chatted.  Still time?  We agreed we would now be a little rushed, but we both wanted it.  He did a quick clean out and hit the road.

He looked every bit as good as he did in May.  I still couldn’t come up with his name, but finally asked as I came up from eating his ass.  He grinned and told me.  However, I will always call him the Mystery Man on here to keep it consistent…

I go back to licking his hairy hole.  It is spread wide on the fuckbench. 

“Eat me out, man.  Tongue fuck me.”

I do.  I am going deep and lubing his gorgeous ass with as much spit as possible.  I don’t spend as long as I want eating him out.  We are on a schedule:  to get him home before the BF finishes up with work.  I stand up and insert.

“Fuck, I forgot how big you are.”

“Take my dick.”

“Oh, yeah.  Fuck me deep.”  I am.  I am balls deep already.  “Fuck me raw.”  He clamps down on my raw cock.  “Seed me like my man won’t.” 

Now he’s getting to it.

“He won’t seed this hot ass of yours?” I grunt out.

“He won’t even fuck me bareback.”

I shake my head.  His ass is everything any man could want:  beautiful to look at, but more importantly, talented.

“I’ll seed you every chance we get.”  And I mean it.  Every word.  But not yet.

My balls slap against him.  He grips the supports on the fuck bench until his knuckles are white.  I pull out and slap my cock against his upturned ass.  I bend over and spit on his slick hole.

Mystery Man groans.  I push right back in with my cock.  I marvel that I am fucking such a hot man.  He groans under me.  He reaches under the top part of the bench to feel his hard cock.  I look down—it’s rock hard and pointing at the floor.  I slow my thrusts, pull out and slap his balls with my rock hard penis.  It hits his balls with a loud thwack.  He grunts—and takes his hands away from his dick.

I pull out.  “Let’s do the sling.”

Once he’s situated, I am right back up him.  “Oh, yeah.”  He looks up at the mirror above him.  He has a great view of my hard cock hammering into his ass.  “Fuck me!”  He starts stroking himself again.  He has a great dick himself.  I spit on it.  He grunts and uses it for lube.  “Fucking rape that hole.”  The Mystery Man loves that word.  “Rape my fucking mancunt with that big dick.  Give me your seed.”  He’s stroking harder.

Shit.  I think he’s going to get off.  We’ve barely been fucking for thirty minutes.

“Fuck me,” he moans.  “I want your seed up my ass for the ride home.”

“Say it again,” I tell him.  “Tell me how much you want my load in your mancunt.”

“Yes.  Wet and slimy.”  He strokes himself.  “Dripping.”

“Fuck,” I grunt.  “I am going to shoot a four day load up that ass.”

“YES!”  His cock explodes across his ripped chest.  I reach down and smear his load across his pecs.  I bring the dripping hand up to my mouth.  It’s just enough to get me to shoot.  I fill his hole as promised...

He will have been in the car for just over 4 hours by the time he gets home—for just over thirty-six minutes of sex.  But he got his hole seeded by a big dick.  I got to fuck a hot man.  And I will do it whenever he wants…

FTM Porn: The Bad Boy

West Side of Michigan—July, 2013

“I know you have no time,” the producer of the transmale porn site wrote me, “but I have a guy who’s moving away this month.  He wants to talk to you about doing a scene before he goes.”

I agreed to have a talk with the transman about seeing if we were compatible.  Within an hour I received a text arranging a time to have a phone chat.  It was a wary conversation at first. Michael was sure I either couldn’t or wouldn’t want to do the things that got him off.  “I like a guy to take charge.  To use me as he wants.”

I explained that was pretty much how I played.  I asked about kink.

"I’m open to about anything. I love that you have a sling.  I can be fisted in both holes.”

“How about watersports?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Good.”

“I’ve always said just treat me like a sub gay man and we’ll both get what we need.”

We talked a little more and found we both had a three hour block of time to do it.  Early on a Sunday morning, I made the trip to the producer’s home.

The set-up is the same—the bed and the sling at the foot of it.  As it works out, Michael has no interest in doing anything on a bed.  To keep him happy, we simply start with me ordering him to the floor, and the hood goes on…

 

“Kneel.”  We are at the foot of the sling.  I am in my leathers—Michael is naked.  The camera is filming from Michael’s back.  I hand him the hood.  He needs to keep his face off the screen.  The black cloth goes over his head.  There are holes for his eyes and mouth.  “Now suck my cock.”

He opens wide and takes my helmet head into his mouth.  It is incredibly hot to see my cock go into this hooded man.  He is 34, maybe 5’ 8” with a nice body.  His hairy legs are folded under him.  His hands have gone instinctively behind his back.  I push deeper into his mouth.  My hands find his ears and hold him in place as I face fuck him.

I get the wrist restraints off the with sling chains.  I buckle his right wrist, then his left.

“In the sling.”

He hops in.  He knows his way around a sling.  I snap the restraints to the chains above his head.  I get his legs situated in the stirrups.  I let out a grunt of appreciation as I look at his two holes.  I kneel and lick at his t-cock.  He squirms and gasps.  I sink lower and explore his front hole with my tongue.  I dip lower and poke just as deep into his ass.  This makes him groan louder yet.

I am ready to fuck.  I stand up and slap my cock on his genital mound.  I deftly pull back and slide home into his front hole.

“Damn!”

I fuck deep for several strokes, pull out, slap my cock on his mound again and push my way back into the splayed hole.  After several more strokes, I pull out and bring it up to his mouth.  “Taste yourself.”  He does.  With obvious pleasure.  I move back around to the foot of the sling and sink my now wetter cock into him to the hilt.  I fuck for a long time—hard and fast, followed by languid strokes while I play with his t-cock, to just standing still and pulling the sling to me and then pushing it away.

I want to explore more of his ass.  I pull out of his front hole.  “You want some piss?”  I spray his ass with my hard cock, not waiting for a reply.  I then bury my face into the dripping hole.  I am pushing some of my piss into his ass with my tongue.  I lick it out and spit it back.  Soon my raw cock pushes into the drenched hole.   It’s tight, but he has control.  By the time I’m done, he has loosened up.

“I want you tighter.”  I grab the egg-headed dildo.  I rest it on him so he can see it.  I pour lube on it and cover the silicone toy.  I slap it against his t-cock.  It inches down his body until it is pushing into his front hole.  He gasps at the size of the head, but then the more slender shaft is easy to take.    I saw it in and out for a moment.  Then I leave it sticking obscenely out of his hole.  My cock is rock hard.  I slip it into his ass.

It feels so good.  I can feel the toy pushing against the thin membrane that separates the two holes. He is back to being incredibly tight.  It feels a lot like two dicks in the same hole.

“Cut.  I want that from below.”

I had almost forgotten he was there.  I pull out and we film my entry into his ass again, this time with the camera underneath.  He holds a small light in his other hand which puts out incredible amounts of heat.  I fuck him a lot in the ass. I can’t get over the feeling of fucking the hole with toy there, but not right in the same hole with me.

“Give him your fist.”  The director sets back up topside, off to the left.  We take a quick break.  When we are re-set, I grease my hands and go for his ass.  I work slowly—one, two three fingers.  Four and rotate.  But I can never quite get the bridge of the hand into him.

“Give it to me in my front hole.”

I re-lube.  I do the same progression, but my hand is easily taken to the wrist.  I move ever so slightly.  He reacts.  I touch his t-cock, with my other hand, keeping the one hand buried deep.  I keep it up until he gets off.

“We need your cum shot.  All over the front hole and stick it in after.”

I nod, checking with Michael.  He nods in full agreement.

I bend and lick the hole where my hand was—savoring the taste and the feel on my tongue. I rear up and shoot.  It’s a good sized load.  It coats the entire area.  I use my dick head to pull some down so I can sink it into the front hole.  The sensation of going in after I’ve shot is almost more than I can take.  I am on sensory overload, but I manage to pull out and scoop some more in with my cock.

“Cut.”

And another video shoot is done…

We clean up.

I get my check.  It’s the same bigger figure as last time, but he’s added travel money.  I could get used to this…

 

This shoot is still waiting to be edited, but there are several stills on the website:
http://www.transmaleerotica.com/main.html



Please Note:  As of 10/31/13 the film has been edited and is available for download from the website above.  I haven't seen it yet....

Fucking the Hot Top

My Playroom—May, 2013

I met Jerry at a Halloween party in Northern Indiana.  I watched him fuck a couple of guys.  He watched me fuck a lot of guys.  We kept smiling at each other.  Eventually he pulled me aside and said he’d like to feel my cock up his ass sometime—but he wasn’t about to do it there.  (I have linked the two parts of the party above.  I called him Will back then--as I didn't have a name yet....)  I suggested he just let me eat his ass.  He agreed.  I remember getting lost in his full, ebony ass—blocking out all the noise from around the bar, the chatter from the guys not having sex and the inane music playing on the sound system. 

We exchanged numbers.

He sent me pictures.

I sent some to him. 

I saw that Jerry fucked my fuck bud Ryan—you can read about that encounter here.

We would chat by text or on Adam4 Adam fairly often, but it took almost 18 months before we finally met up one Saturday afternoon…

He’s nervous.  We talk for almost half an hour in my living room before we go upstairs to the play room.  We talk about us.   About my little town (and how he had not seen any black people anywhere near this area.)  About what I was about to do to him.

He strips down and puts his clothes in the tall bureau in the corner.  I use the hook on the back of the door for mine.  I glance over.  He is as well built as ever—maybe even a little more defined on his chest and arms.  Jerry gets right to his knees and starts sucking my cock to hardness.  It doesn’t take much work.  My cock responds to his mouth and even more to the idea of this hot top about to give up his ass to me.

With that thought, I pull out of his mouth and sink to my knees. We kiss briefly before he stands up.  I take his long, thin cock deep into my mouth.  He bucks against me.  It’s the perfect thickness—I can still breathe with it in my throat.

“Eat me out like you did at the party.”

He jumps right into the sling.  I help him get his legs in the stirrups.  I kneel down onto the hard wooden floor.  I look at the full black globes in front of me.  Slowly I pull them apart.  My tongue hits home. 

I hear a whimper from Jerry.   “Oh, yeah.  Eat me out.”

My tongue works deeper.  He’s starting to perspire.  His ass crack in only moderately hairy—but it’s enough to make the little beads of sweat cling to him—before I lick them away.  I spend quite some time on his hole.  He’s very tight.  My right index finger squirms into him.  It looks so white against his dark skin.  He is only beginning to open up when I stand.

I lube my dick up.  I push the head against his hole.  Jerry breathes deep.  His hole opens a little—just enough to get my flaming red cock head into him.  Jerry moans.  He reaches for his cock and, though it’s losing its super hardness, he begins to flog it.  I can’t move he is so tight. 

I inch forward.  He’s opening.  A little more.  I am almost there.  Jerry groans again, as my pubes mash up against him. 

“Damn, you are tight.”

He just nods and beats his cock.  I pull out a little.  Then push back in.  Then back out a little more.  I fuck him slowly and steadily.  I am now pulling back most of my length.

Jerry gasps out “You feel great.”

“So do you,” I tell him.

And he shoots.   His white spunk is all over his chiseled black abs.  One shot has hit right below his left nipple.   I know I need to get out of him—and I do.  I lean down and lick him clean.  He is delighted and chagrined he shot so fast.

“Can you take anymore?”

Jerry shakes his head.  He’s up, and into the shower and out the door.  Maybe 30 minutes in the play room—just as long as our pre-fuck discussion.

I don’t shoot.  But, surprisingly, I feel fine with it. 

Yeah, he was that hot.

Though, that night, I shoot a large load into a devil’s dick I have forming in the freezer.

"Have we got a cock for you"

Detroit—October, 2012

I spent the night in Detroit after the gangbang.  I was exhausted, in the best possible way.  Of course I was on the hook up sites by the next morning.  By chance, I began talking to a couple who had been to the earlier gangbang that month.  They had admired my cock, and wanted to play without the restrictions of just topping the designated bottom.  We agreed to meet in the afternoon.  I packed the sling up, visited my Dad, ate lunch, and went to their home.

They had converted an upstairs bedroom of their small, comfortable home into a playroom.  There was a bed, a huge television playing porn, a canvas sling on a frame—and a video camera pointed to the business end of the sling.

Tom is in his late 40’s. He is of average height, justly proud of starting to lose some extra weight, has an extremely furry chest and is a versatile bottom.  His partner, Dylan, is twenty years younger, about the same height, a good deal slimmer and is a top who is exploring his bottom side.  I knew just what was expected of me….

Tom is in the sling. I am deep into his seemingly bottomless ass.  Dylan is off to the side, looking at the video monitor.  “Damn,’ he chortles, “fuck him harder.”

I do.

Soon Dylan appears with a still camera.  He bends in to get close ups of my cock entering his boyfriend.  He taps my thigh, wanting me to spread my legs, so he can crawl between them and take pics from below.  I do.  I make sure to pull almost all the way out of Tom’s hole so he can capture the length of my cock.  I feel his tongue on the underside of my shaft.  Nice.  Dylan is as big a pig as I am.

Dylan spells me, taking a turn in Tom’s ass.  I work Tom’s nipples with my fingers and teeth.  And I am right there to clean Dylan’s cock when he pulls out.  I sink back in.  Dylan disappears to the monitor.  He adjusts the camera to see more of the actual penetration.  I hold up my trusty egg headed dildo to the camera.  Tom, eyes closed, barely murmurs as it slips into him.  Not so, when I add my cock alongside it.

“Shit!” he groans.  “What is that?”  I tell him as I continue to fuck.  I’m pretty sure it’s the only way a double fuck is going to happen today.  The toy has made his hole tight again.  He feels really smooth and silky on the top of my cock, which is exposed to his ass.  I love the contrast of the ribbed silicone below me.  I ask Dylan if he wants to try it, but he’s too busy.

Tom takes a break.

I sit and watch porn.

Dylan is back.  I eat his ass on the bed—hairy and delicious young flesh.  He eats mine, with me sitting on a crate at the foot of the bed, my arms crooked around my long, long legs.  I coax him into the sling.  I am trying to enter his tight hole as Tom comes back into the room.  He sits on the bed and encourages me to open up his partner.  Dylan is clenching his hole tighter and tighter.  He’s looking at my meat in the overhead mirror.  And panicking.  I blindfold him with a convenient bandanna.  It does the trick.  With a little more rimming and some steady pressure, I’m up him. 

To the hilt. 

I hold.

I fuck slowly. 

“Plow him good and hard,” Tom tells me from the bed, where he is groping his cock. 

I build my tempo and slam into him.  Dylan grunts encouragement. 

I fuck until I’m winded.  It’s my turn to sit down.

Eventually I get them side by side on the bed, both doggy style.  I slip up Tom.  “Kiss him,” I mutter.  Dylan is right there, kissing his boyfriend as I start to finger his hole.  Without warning I pull out, and enter Dylan’s ass.

“Fuck!”  he moans.

My fingers find Tom’s hole and play with it as I fuck Dylan so hard, my balls begin to throb from slapping against him.

Then I pull out and slip back up Tom.  Five, six strokes in him.

Five in Dylan.

Five in Tom.

Three.

Three.

One.

One.

My cock is battering both asses. Finally I stop.  I sit between them.  I allow myself to catch my breath.

“You know who we should call?”  asks Tom.

“Teddy,” says Dylan.

Tom sits up.  “Is it okay if we get you another bottom?”  I shrug.  “He lives really close.  I promise you’ll love his ass.” 

Dylan goes for the phone on the night stand.  He dials and walks to the top of the stairs, just out of sight.  After a brief hello, I hear “Have we got a cock for you.  Get over here.  Now.”

In no time Teddy is there.  Early 40’s and Italian. There is unruly dark hair everywhere on him—except his shaved head.  He takes one look at my cock as he enters the room and falls to his knees.  It’s instant attraction.  I am drooling precum after the work out I’ve had—and from the sight of Teddy.  He strips down to reveal a gym built body with one large tattoo on his left shoulder that wraps onto his back, down his bicep and gets lost in the hair on his chest.

“Let me ride it.”

He sits on me with nothing but his spit on my cock.  His ass is heaven.  He’s one of those men who can milk your dick with every stroke.  He faces me and I watch him slam himself down on me.  I could cum right now.  But I don’t.

Soon, I have him on his back on the bed.  I’m plowing deep.  I bend to kiss him, but his mouth turns away.  He milks me more.  I could cum.  But I don’t.

I wait for the sling.  I’m pounding into him.  The guys are rooting me on, telling me to breed their friend. 

I fuck.

I taste his hole.

I push in, just in time, and cream his ass.  I hadn’t cum the day before at the gangbang.  I feel like I am shooting gallons into his ass.  He clutches my shaft, even harder. 

“Pull out carefully,” he cautions me, “I want it all left up my hole.”

Alone with Cum Hound--and a world-wide audience

Lansing—October, 2012

I have known the Cum Hound for a long time, yet we have never met for a one on one.  He loves to get fucked.  He loves cum.  He loves taking loads for me to felch.  We meet up every few months.  We usually meet at a truly sleazy motel in the Detroit area, and I would be one of a number of guys there to fuck him.  We  meet in different cities, at times, to get different dick up his hole.  Even when he came all the way out to my playroom, I recruited the one lone top in my tiny town to give him a load for us to play in.  We had talked about the fact that it was time to meet on our own—but then I arranged a mystery top to come in and fuck him once he was blindfolded. 

This time I had no tricks up my sleeve.  We’d fuck alone.  He wanted some pushing of his limits of pain.  I’d set up the sling and rimseat in a cheaper motel in Lansing.  Our added spice was that we decided to broadcast it on TIM’s Fuck Roulette.

 

“Get on the floor.”  I point to under the rimseat. Cum Hound eagerly gets under the open seat.  He loves to rim me.  I sit.  The camera on his laptop picks me up perfectly framed.  His tongue connects with my ass.  I watch my cock go from semi-hard to fully erect.  I let it bounce, as I remove the poppers in the waistband of my jock.  I take a deep hit.  He grunts as he works deeper.  An image of a young man stroking appears on the ‘who’s watching’ screen.  He sees a toilet seat, and quickly clicks away from us.  I’m luxuriating in just sitting and being serviced as I stroke.  We pause at least once for him to take a hit.  Then I sit again for his more frenzied rimming of my now wet hole.  I look over at the screen.  A handsome Black man is watching us.  He eventually clicks away—and I get up.

“It’s sling time.”  I get him over to it—after we re-position the laptop on the bed to catch the business end of the sling.  It’s positioned so I can see my cock slap on his ass.  I dip and rim him, but his tongue has gotten me more than ready to fuck. 

I shove in.  He grunts a “Yes” and I am in to the hilt.  My balls slap his ass.  “Fuck me, Sir.”  I pull almost all the way out. And slam in again. I fuck faster.  There is an older leatherish-looking man watching us now---his cock looks huge, it’s so close to his camera.  He is pulling his foreskin over the head of his cock and slowly working it back down--making a show of it for us.  I pause, taste the Cum Hound’s ass and then push my cock right back in.  I hear the man on the screen grunt—when I look over, he’s gone.

I work the Cum Hound’s nuts.  Much in the same way as I detailed in Pain Pig.   He howls, every bit as loud.

I bring out some toys.  The first one in his ass has a large egg as the head, then a slender shaft.  The Cum Hound gasps as the egg pushes him wide open.  He clamps down on the ribbed shaft.  I work it in slowly.  I pull the end of the shaft up.  Then down.  Then from side to side.  CH is moaning.  He is loving this.  I push the base down again and add my cock alongside it.  It fits perfectly.  My cock pushes up to the base of the egg.  “Argh!”  He is stretched wide.   “Fuck me with that thing.”  I pull back, then fuck forward, running the underside of my cock over the ribs.  It feels terrific.  For both of us.  I keep it up for a long time.

We have a new man jacking as he watches us.  He’s young and hung.  And likes what he sees.  I look over—pull my cock out roughly and then work the toy out of his ass.  I show it to the camera.  I put it right back in.  I slip my cock into his hole.  And a finger along the side.  CH grunts.

When I get bored, I pull myself out, along with the toy and go for the speculum.  I don’t think he’s ever had it in him.  The stainless steel device slips in easily after all the stretching.  Then I begin the slow crank open.  The medical istrument opens laterally, covering the sides of his ass leaving the top and bottom of his canal for me to fondle.  He groans as my finger thumps against his prostrate.  He’s purring as I run my index finger down the whole length of his gaping hole.  I stand up.  I’ve cranked it open wide enough to just work my thick cock head in.  It feels terrific as the cool metal is on either side of my shaft, and his hot flesh is above and below. 

“Oh, Sir.  That’s amazing.”

I think so, too.  I’m up him for long time.  The young man online loves this—he is leaning towards his computer screen.  I pull out.  My cock feels the largest it’s been all day.  I slap it hard on his balls.  CH squeals in surprise.  I plunge back in.  “FUUUUCK,” he crows.

When I finally stop, I pull out and make him clean my cock.  ATM is expected and relished with the Cum Hound.

I blindfold him.

“I have a surprise for you.”

He shivers in anticipation.  I grab it out of my bag, and lay it on his stomach.  He hears the clink and feels the weight.  “Fuck,” he murmurs.  It’s a chain.  About 18 inches long.  One I’ve had for a while-- one that the few rough edges have been filed away..

I Crisco his hole.  And the first few links.  It goes in easily.  “It’s so heavy,” he breathes.  I keep adding links.  He takes them— all but the last two—I hold onto those. I tap his stomach.  You can hear the chain clink in his gut.

“Ready?”  Without waiting for an answer, I pull slowly.  Each link pops out of his well-used hole.  A shipyard version of balls on a string.  He’s breathing rapidly as each link pops out.  Finally, the final four links fall out of his ass—the weight of the chain pulling them out fast.  I lay the extended chain on his chest and abdomen so he can feel how much he took.

“Once more.  Please, Sir.”  I smile though he can’t see it.

They go in faster this time.  And come out faster too.

A few pictures—then:  “It’s breeding time, boy.”

“Yes, SIR.”

I’m in and pumping hard.  “Take it.”

“Give me your cum,” he mutters, half to me and half to himself.  “Shoot it.”

I convulse.

I shoot long and hard up his hole. 

As I straighten up, my white jizz drips from his hole.  I notice there is white cream all over the video watcher’s cock, too…

 



 

 



In the Basement

Detroit—September, 2012

I was in the Detroit area to see my Dad at his extended care facility—not that he’d remember I’d been there.  I was hoping to combine the parental visit with some sex with an infrequent regular.  As Dad and I sat at his second story window and counted the ducks on the pond for the fourth time since I’d arrived, I got a text from Sean.  He’d be home and ready by 6pm.  I got Dad down to the dining room for his early supper, sat in my car for a long minute and pulled out of the lot—knowing that the beef tips on Dad’s menu had already erased any chance he’d remember I’d been there…

 I’m in the gay enclave of Detroit in no time.  Sean has a beautiful older house.  I don’t see any of it this trip—for I go in the side door and straight to the basement.  There he is--all buff and beautiful--his gym built chest showing every hour he’s spent on it.  Sean is in his early 40’s and looks a little younger.  He has dark hair with a rugged, tan face and a rather aquiline nose.  He has on a dark blue jock which covers a nice bulge of meat.  A tat is just visible poking above the elastic of the waistband.  He gets up out of his sling, setting it swaying, with the chains in the rafters gently clinking.

We hug.  His strong arms hold me briefly.  I vent briefly about my family stuff as I strip down, before I get my boots back on.  I shake off my mood as he puts in the latest Treasure Island.  And hops back in the sling.

“Give me that hot tongue.” 

I don’t wait for more.  I kneel and spread his cheeks.  His ass is muscular, but slim.  And hairy.  I lose the last of my family concerns, with spitting and poking my tongue deeply into his pucker.  He grunts.  I hear him groping on the side table for the poppers.  The air goes acrid the moment he finds them and twists the cap.

“Fuck me.”

I rise.  My cock is perfectly aligned with his wet, slick hole.  I push.  I don’t go in easily.  He’s clamping down—playing at keeping me out.   Sean relaxes.  I glide in the first five inches. 

His eyes widen.  “It’s been too long,” he grunts.

I move in steadily.  My unruly pubes are smashed up against his ass cheeks in no time.

“Oh, yeah,” I sigh.  “Way too long.”

I move slowly. Taking barely any of it out of his ass.  He’s milking it so beautifully.  Finally, I pull out a little more.  And then, all but the head. 

I hold.

Then drive it home. 

Sean is moaning now—and jerking his cock.  I am fucking at a hard tempo—getting to it much faster than usual. 

This is a perfect buddy fuck.  No tricks, no toys, no piss, no fist.  Just pumping my thick cock as deep into him as I can.

I slow, stop the thrusts, and eat his hole.

“I just shot like half a load.”  I stand up, lean across him and lick up his cum.  I shove it into his hole, working it as deep as I can with my tongue.  This makes my cock throb and drip.  I rise and slip it home.  All the way in, this time.  He’s stroking and telling me to fuck him hard. 

I do.

I eat his ass again—tasting the cum I’ve churned into froth.

We fuck.

We take a quick piss break—in the bathroom.  No kink today.

 I bend him over in the sling, letting the webbing support his chest.  A tribal design is visible in the small of his back.  I like the view, but the angle of fucking is not as good.  He gets back in the sling.

I slip in and do a quick accelerando of balls slapping on ass.  I am banging him hard.  He shoots.  I slow.  “Keep going,” he barks.  I do.  In no time, he shoots a second load.  This time I truly stop. 

“Can you take some more?”  I ask.

“Are you close?”

“Sure,” I lie.

I kneel and taste what I’ve done to his ass—that half load of his cum has made his hole better than any dessert.  It gets me closer to shooting faster than I thought possible.  I get up and ram it in his hole.

“Give it to me.”

In three more thrusts I do—I give him my load.  My head snaps back.  I make some sort of sound I don’t recognize.  I gasp and collapse on his sticky chest.  His arms hold me in place.  But for not nearly long enough. 

We towel off and dress, nattering about nothing.

We hug. 

We sort of kiss.

We promise to do it again sooner rather than later.  Both knowing it will likely be later.

I sit in my car, wishing I were not driving 120 miles after shooting my load. 

I inhale.  Sean’s cum is still in my beard. 

A smile plays on my lips, as I look at myself in the rearview mirror.  I breathe deeply.  Inhaling his aroma.  And turn the key.