Cum-Union Chicago: Old Friends and Fuck Buds

Chicago—August, 2015

(This picks up right where the last post left off…)

I am sprawled on Juan’s bed.  He is standing astride me; my hands are reaching up and stroking his hairy legs.  He wiggles that brown butt and slowly brings it down to my face.  His ass cheeks are full enough to seal off any air.   My tongue pokes at his moist hole.  He opens himself for me.  I lick.  I prod him with my tongue.

And then the avalanche of cum begins to pour out of him and into my mouth.

I try to groan, but can only keep swallowing.  The flow just keeps coming.  I push some into his ass again, but it drips right back into my mouth.  When I can’t breathe any more, I tap his thighs.  He knows me well enough to raise just enough to let me gasp for air, then to grind his wet, hairy ass back down on my face.

When his legs have had enough, Juan stands up.  My beard is matted in cum and ass juice.  He steps off the bed, bends down and we kiss.  My cock is rampant.  Juan’s hand grasps it.

“I need to sit on this.”

I grin.  And in moments, Juan is impaled on my dick.  We both love how wet the fucking sounds of each thrust.  He rides me until his legs can’t take anymore.

“Did you fuck that guy on the fuck bench?  The one on this floor?” 

I nod.

“I couldn’t stop eating his ass,” Juan continues, “his ass lips are so juicy and swollen.”

“I’ve been there twice.”

Juan adjusts his jock.  “I’m going to see if I can get some more cock.  I’ll look for you.”

We hug and go our separate ways.

Instantly I bump into Daniel.  We had met twice at the Madison Cum-Union gatherings, where he was the main attraction of the party—taking a load from about every top there.  We have not seen each other since, though we write occasionally on BBRT.  Like Juan, he takes great delight in feeding me out of his hole.  He’s taller than I remember—but I do remember his dark, swarthy, Hebraic looks.  We hug.

“I saw you on the guest list,” I tell him.

“I was hoping we’d meet—though I don’t have any loads yet.”

“I don’t care.  I just want to fuck that hot ass.  The sling?”

We go down a flight.  We both love showing off in the public sling.  His ass tastes and feels as great as I remember.  He can milk a cock with the best of them—and with his good looks, it’s no wonder he gets so many loads.  We draw a crowd as we fuck.  So many hands want to stroke one or the other of us, but I cannot get anyone else to fuck him.  A few bend to suck Daniel as I fuck, but he hates this and pulls his dick out of their mouths. 

We agree to take a break.

I find my lithe, fun Black sub I’ve had at both CLAW and IML.  We fuck in the corridor of the third floor, with him holding on to the wall of the maze.  But it ends with both of us needing to wash. 

I step back into the congested corridors of the third floor.  There is the young man from the piss party I usually refer to as Red Trunks.  He is on his knees giving head to a massive cock on a massive man.  RT doesn’t see me as I walk up behind him.  I kneel and reach my hand down those red trunks.  My middle finger grazes his hole.  On cue, without bothering to look who might want to fuck him, RT gets up so I can eat his ass while he continues to suck the big cock.   I eat his hole.  I lube my cock as I force a ton of saliva up his tight pucker; I know he always has to adjust to my size.  I stand and start to insert.   RT stops sucking and says “Fuck, that has to be you…”  He turns enough to kiss me and then spreads his ass cheeks farther apart.

But he’s not ready for my dick yet.  “Let me get some smaller guys up me first.”  He goes off.  (He must have found just who he needs—I never see him again.)

“Well, hell,” the bruiser says, “If he doesn’t want that cock I do.”

I heft his massive meat and look at him quizzically.

“Put it in my ass.”  And this guy, who looks like he’s a bouncer at some bar patronized by unruly Marines, bends over and takes me easily.  To the hilt.  Instantly, other guys are crawling under him to lick his big cock as I fuck him.  Another guy is trying to tongue my ass as I fuck.  It feels great, but it’s just too crowded to give him a good fuck.  The bruiser stands up, pulling me out of him and takes me to his room.

We do it right for the next 30 minutes.  He’s only disappointed that I am not flip fucker.

I go back for the last time to the guy I started with on the fuck bench.  His ass lips are now indeed as puffy as Juan indicated.  I tongue them gently and give him one last fuck.  He cranes his head to really look at me as he cleans my dick afterward.  When he pulls off he says, “You have no idea how many anal orgasms you’ve given me tonight...”

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In the dark area on the second floor, a cute Hispanic top decides to bottom.  A big mistake.

Back on the third floor, I give head to an amazingly thick Arab cock.  His thick foreskin will not retract.  But he loves how determined my tongue is to try.  He loves it so much he gives me a load—and takes my BBRT screen name.  (He writes later that he wanted me to fuck him but didn’t know how to ask!)

I find Daniel again.  “I have two loads—come to the sling.”  I rim, I felch and I fuck in the velvet of his cummy ass.   This time we find an older man who takes turns with me on that wet ass.  He loves to clean the previous dick up Daniel as much as I do.

I think this is my cum for the evening.  But as soon as I decide that, my orgasm recedes to nothing.   We make Daniel shoot all over himself—me in his ass and the man in his mouth.  Both tops lick his ripped chest clean.

*****

It’s past midnight.  I have been here for over four hours.

Guys are leaving.  It’s a weeknight and the space is clearing fast.  I really want to drop this load I’ve been working on all night.

“Hey, Stranger.  I saw you earlier.”

I turn.   It’s Warren.  (Shaved head, worked out, occasional porn actor Warren).  I haven’t seen him since he moved out of downtown and into the suburbs.  We hug.

And he invites me back to his room.

He’s ass up instantly—he wants to get home, too. 

I lick him.  I’m pretty sure he’s been busy, but he tells me he only has one load as he’s topped all night.  I rise up and sink into him.

Oh, fuck, I’ve missed his ass.  He squeezes me tightly. 

I am right on the edge in just a few strokes. 

I shoot.   Big.  After all those holes I’ve fucked tonight.

I come back to reality slowly.  Warren pulls off me and flips, legs up, hand on his own dick.  He tells me just what to do….

“Felch me while I get off.”

I do.  A snowball of my cum at the crucial moment sends his jizz flying…

Fucking In the New Year

Chicago, December/January, 2012/13

It started with a mistake and ended up being the perfect way to spend New Year’s Eve.  Last year I spent New Year’s Eve in Rod and Brice’s basement playroom.  Changes in house mates this year made using their space impossible.  I did not want this tradition to die, so I rented two motel rooms with an interconnecting door at a local northside Chicago motel.  They invitedthe best of last year’s guest list.  I invited guys from three distinct spheres of my sexual world.  I talked to Karl and Bob, the cute young couple I’d met at Cum-Union in Madison.  I asked Warren, the occasional porn actor, piss party-goer and a regular fuck bud to be there.  I sent an email to Brad who had been the “victim” of the pack attack in my playroom to go with me from Michigan.  (As soon as he knew Warren would be there---who’d fucked him so hard in my sling—he agreed.)  And I spoke with Carlos, the gorgeous, versatile Latin stud with the beautiful shoulder tattoo who has appeared in both the NYE and Cum-Union entries.  He’d made other plans—then at the last minute was able to come, warning me that he’d bulked up at the gym even more since I’d fucked him last.  All in all we had 15 guys show up.  Everyone who said they were coming, but two—and both of them declined correctly as their plans changed.

The mistake was apparent the moment I checked in.  They had given me a pair of adjoining rooms, not the inter-connected rooms I’d reserved on the phone.  That meant guys would have to step out on a frigid balcony to go from room to room.  Obviously impossible.  We decided to squeeze into one room.  I set up the sling and rimseat.  Brad and I prepped the bed.  It would be tight if all 15 showed, but we figured it was about guys being on top of each other anyway.

Rod and Brice arrived with bottled water 45 minutes before start time.  The four of us played idly on bed, licking and sucking and fucking hole.  Then there was a knock at the door.  The place filled fast.  No one cared that the other room wasn’t an option.  Before I knew it, I looked up and the room was crowded with naked, leathered, or jockstrapped men.  There was a moment of everyone sampling others orally…and suddenly Karl, the bottom from Wisconsin crawled on the bed, presenting his gorgeous ass to everyone in the room…

Every eye is on him.  I kneel by the bed and start rimming his hole.  Brad sticks his long dick into his mouth.  A series of men are right behind him:  Rod, Warren, a super thick Black man, then me.  I let others enter his ass first.  Everyone in the room (but the two dedicated bottoms) take a turn on him at some point.  Warren can’t stop eating and fucking his hole.  My eyes meet Warren’s.  He smirks and asks me why I haven’t gotten these guys to town before.  Karl’s partner, Bob, is busy fucking Carlos. 

Soon the bed is ringed with four bottoms:  Karl, Brad, Rod and Brice.  Ten of us take turns on their holes.  We fuck, eyeing the others, then shift around and sample the ass next to us.  No one is in a hurry.  We have all night to fuck. 

I see Warren get Brad into the sling.  They become lost in their own private fuck for a long time.  But then Rod’s at my shoulder.  “Get under the seat.”  A heavy set black man has deposited a load up him.  I lie down, Rod sits and slowly opens his hole to my probing tongue.  It’s a thick, creamy load.  Rod pushes slightly and I gasp as it drips into my mouth.  I swallow, sealing my lips around his hole.  More and more pours onto my tongue.  When he gets up, Carlos sits down.  It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him.  He has gotten bigger and more defined.  He tells me to eat out his well-fucked hole.  I need little encouragement to press the remains of the load on my tongue into Carlos’ tight butt.  My hand is removed from jerking my cock and someone sits on my hard dick.  He bounces on it, though I haven’t a clue who it is.  I can tell he’s leaning forward and licking Carlo’s big cock as I continue to eat Carlos’ spread hole.  When the guy on my cock tires, he gets up and lets someone else on.  I reach down and feel the cock ring—it’s Rod.  He rides me hard as I continue to eat Carlos out.

Hours pass. 

Carlos fuck Karl.  I slip up Carlos as he does so.  He loves having a dick up him as he fucks.  I hold still and let him pump forward into Karl and then back onto me.

I eat more hole.  With load and without.

I fuck at least 8 of the guys.

Suddenly Karl and I are alone on the bed.  We kiss.  And we can’t stop.  His leg’s go up and I slip into him.  We fuck like no one else is in the room—stopping only as his partner cums in someone I can’t see, bent over a chair by the front door.

“Yes!” crows Bob.

“How many loads is that?” Karl asks.

“Five.” pants Bob.  I stop fucking to eat this load out, like I have all his others.  There is as much cum up Brad’s ass as the first time Bob shot in it.

Warren has been keeping the sling busy, with a lot of guys.  I finally suggest he gets in it himself.  He agrees.  I work my cock into him.  “Fuck,” he grunts.  “Nothing like starting with the biggest.”  I ease into him, give him a second to adjust, then fuck him with a chain rattling intensity.  It seems to throw that switch in him that takes him from top to bottom.  Guys all want a piece of his ass. 

I pull out, taste his hole and let the thick Black top in him.  He drops a second load in Warren, the first having gone in Brice.  I felch a little, but let Carlos fuck in most of it.  I just wait—and suck Carlos’ cum covered cock when he pulls out of Warren’s hole.  Rod is up him next.  Then Brad. Then Bob.  He shoots again.

Guys are now shooting and taking off. 

I am back up Rod.  He is milking my cock, as we both watch Warren work his fist up Brice.

I am pretty sure this is going be the moment for me.  I pound his ass.  I shoot.  I hold on to him for a long time after that.  As I pull out, I sink down and taste my own leaking load.  Brice tells us it is midnight. 

We all kiss, with my cum now on everyone’s lips…

 PS:  There was one disagreement in the evening.  Karl thought his partner shot nine times.  Bob insisted it was ten.  We did a quick head count of the guys we knew he loaded….and Bob was right.

Pack Attack

My Playroom--May, 2012

The next night was the best sex I had in the month of May.  Warren and Harry were coming to town.  They wanted to get out of Chicago and come visit me in my sling—I mean, in my hometown.  Well, and in my sling.  To return their hospitality of when I had visited them and they’d littered the bedroom with hot ass, I invited three men.  Two showed up:  Mark, the muscled piss daddy who was my roommate at CLAW and Brad, a newcomer who had the right attitude on line, and (I was to find out) in the playroom.  Warren and Harry arrived early, unpacked and started to clean up.  Brad was next to arrive—a good looking dark haired man with some muscles. A little younger than any of us, his piggy attitude made him fit right in.  Oh, and he had a big dick.  Mark arrived last. 

We did everything you can imagine in the playroom.  I was the only top with four fully versatile guys.  It was sheer bliss.  We were all into piss, edging, working hole and fisting.  We had the sling, the rimseat and a bed to play on.  An odd number of guys also required more interesting positions than just coupling up.  I could write three entries on all that we did, but I’m going to concentrate on just one moment.  A moment right at the top.  We’d all played around a little….I think everyone had gone down at least once on everyone else.  And then the new guy got in the sling…

A pack of wolves.  Or swarming piranha.  Everyone gathers round the sling.  Stroking themselves, stroking Brad’s raging erection, twisting each other’s nipples, kissing.  I am rimming him.  His ass is delicious—a light coat of sweat from the hot room adds a little spice.  His hole is tight.  I have to really work to get it even slightly open.  But I do.  I rise up.  I smear my pre-cum on his hole.  I push in.  Just a fraction.  I watch his eyes.  They roll up into his head and he winces.  I go back to rimming.  Huge gobs of spit are worked up him.  Warren pulls his cock out of Brad’s mouth and comes over to me.

“Taste his hole,” I tell him.

Warren takes my place, pulling Brad’s ass cheeks apart and sticking his tongue deep inside.  I go up to Brad’s head and lean over to kiss him.  He hungrily sticks his tongue in my mouth, tasting his hole.  I draw back a little and spit into his open mouth.  He swallows. Sighs.  And kisses me deeply.

Warren has risen.  His fat, semi cut cock is working its way into Brad.  He keeps a steady pressure.  Success.  He’s suddenly in.  He holds it for just a second. 

“Fuck me!”  Brad grates out.  Harry sticks his cock in Brad’s mouth.  Mark has Brad’s stirruped right foot halfway down his throat.  I chew on Brad’s nipples.

Warren fucks.  Long, slow even strokes.

With only a quick glance, Warren pulls out, and Harry enters him.  Harry is thinner than either of us, but longer than Warren—so Brad is feeling a very different cock.  Warren moves up to kiss Brad.  I get under the sling, crab walk back until I am in a position to lick the shaft of Harry’s cock as it is fucking Brad’s ass.  Both men grunt in appreciation as they figure out what they are feeling.  I stop only to take a hit of poppers and then lick harder and deeper.

I watch, still under the sling, as Harry pulls out ever so slowly.  He steps to the side and Mark steps up for his turn up the new ass.  I spit on his dick and get it as wet as possible.  Brad’s hole must be open for his fat cock goes in easily.  I watch for a moment, then guide Harry’s cock into my mouth.  I clean it, savoring the taste of freshly fucked hole on his dick.

Mark is breathing fast.  For a moment I think he’s going to shoot.  But he holds back….it is just the first 30 minutes of the gathering.  He calms down, gives a particularly hard thrust and pulls out abruptly.

“Fuck him,” Warren tells me.  “Make him feel your cock.”

I get up and move around to Brad’s ass.  I squat and just look at the change in his hole.  From being so tight I couldn’t get into it, it has flowered open after these three fat cocks.  I look.  I blow some air into him.  Brad moans.  I taste it.  Delicately.  Licking carefully.  Pre-cum from three guys, and his own ass lube.  It’s a quite a cocktail.

It makes my cock rampant.

I rise.

This time I insert much more easily.  But he’s still tight.  I slide home.  I bend over him.  Mouth to mouth.  I snowball all the juice I’d just collected in him.  He grunts.  I rear up and begin pounding his ass.  Warren kisses him now, wanting to taste the pre-cum.

I fuck.  And fuck. 

Harry is behind me, licking my ass on the back stroke.

I slow.  Only to build up to a chain rattling crescendo.

“Shoot, man.  Cum in me!”

I slow.  Until I am barely moving. 

“Not a chance,” I tell him.  “We have all night.”

And for the record, though hours later, Brad did get every load shot that night….

Sex in the Morning

Chicago--April, 2012

I stayed over at Warren’s the night after the 5 way where my nipples were awoken.  We had left the sling up and the towels and tarp under it.  I had brought my toys--they had had a work out after the other three left, when Warren and I got each other off.  I slept on the couch--getting a few hours of totally relaxing sleep, with my leather blindfold in place.


The sun is up and slanting through the shade-less windows over looking Lake Michigan, but it's pitch black under my blindfold.  I feel something on my crotch.  I raise a corner of the mask, squinting at the light in the room.  It’s the black cat.  He nuzzles at my hand.  Urging me to pet him.  I do.  Almost instantly he leaps off the bed.  I put the blindfold back down and nestle back into the pillow.  Almost instantly I feel pressure on my crotch again.  I reach down.  It’s Warren.  His hand is groping me.  I raise the blindfold.

“Good morning,” he smiles.

I sigh a happy sigh.  He has me hard under the blanket.

“Ass or coffee?”  he asks.

“Coffee…”

“And then ass?”

He moves away to pour the coffee into mammoth mugs.  He brings me mine as I sit up.  I sip.  Ambrosia.  Warren has nothing on but a skimpy work out shirt and sweats.  I can see his heavy cock swinging underneath the material.  My cock is raging.

I hate morning sex.  Usually.  But today feels right.

We sip.  We compare notes about the three guys from last night.

As we finish the first cup, he says,  “I’m getting in the shower.  I want your fist again.”

I pour a second cup, grin at the cat and take a healthy swallow.  Warren is out of the shower in no time and in the sling.  I sink to my knees and get lost eating out his freshly cleaned hole.  The hair in his crack is long.  It’s soon matted with my saliva.  I am rampant.  I want this man so much.   I stroke my cock as I lick.  Just a hint of lube.  I rise.  I’m up him in one easy, long stroke.

He sighs.   His face lights up as I start to move inside him.  Slow. Slow. Fast.
Slow. Faster.  And then I’m  ramming him.
“Fuck--give it to me.”

I keep it up.  My balls slap his ass.  Hard.

Eventually I slow.  I reach for my egg headed dildo.  I pull out, grease it up and slip it into his twitching ass.  He grunts at the stretch of the egg.  I don’t give him much time to adjust before I add my cock.

“Here, Man.  Feel that stretch.” My cock slides down the shaft of the toy.  He feels so tight now.  I fuck a long time.

Soon I’m working the biggest toy I own up him--sort of a Christmas tree shape of butt plugs.  He took it last night. He hit’s the poppers and the first two thirds slide right in.  I can see him will himself to relax.

And Warren’s hole flowers open and takes it to the hilt.  I turn  it slightly in place for a moment, then carefully work it out.  My hand is greased.  I cone the fingers  together and enter his hole.  His sphincter grips my wrist.  I give it a half turn, then slip out.  I grease my left and slip it in.  Repeat.  Right then left.  Left then right.  A four finger lateral stretch--pulling him left and right.  I add four more fingers.  And pull to the sides again.

I slip my cock back in.  He’s opening up easily.

“Fuck, yeah,” he grunts.  “Both.”

I pull my cock out.  My right hand goes in.  Easily.  I feel the snap of his hole around my wrist again.  I turn my hand so it’s vertical in his ass.  My cock presses against my palm.  I press forward.  My cock glides in.  My hand closes around it.

He looks up at me.  He grins.  Then he looks up at the mirror above him.

“Jerk off in my ass.”

I’m already doing it.  He uncaps his bottle, and feeds me poppers.  I am rushing and slowly jerking my cock deep in his guts.  The mind fuck is incredible.  The feel is every bit as hot.  I’m close.  It’s building.  My knees are going weak.  I’m gonna flood his ass any moment.

And I’m there.

“Fuck!”  I shoot.  At least four blasts into him.  Warren reaches for his cock.  He shoots, never getting fully hard.  I slowly pull out; cock and then fist.  I lean forward, feeling his cum cement us together.  Warren holds me for a moment.

“Quick showers,” he laughs.  “I’m ravenous.”
In no time we are walking to his favorite diner for my first breakfast of April.


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CLAW countdown:

When I next post, I’ll be in Cleveland.

In less than 48 hours Jayson will be well on his way to being filled.

(Jayson writes about CLAW today, as well.)

Working the Unknown

Chicago,  March, 2012

On the last day of  March, Warren asked me back to his place to meet some of his fuck-buds.  I had just played with him during and after the piss party--just two weeks ago.  I rarely play with anyone again so fast.  It says everything about this sexy man--and the sex we’d had--that I agreed.  There were five of us there.  We took turns fucking and fisting.  Once again I was the only non-versatile guy, so I had my choice of ass.   I could write about all that, but I’m not going to…it would read much like the last time there.  Instead I want to concentrate on about fifteen minutes in the evening.  The others were fucking at the sling.  I was flopped on the bed.  I’d just pulled out of the rounded black ass who was in the sling.  I put my arm over my eyes, to block it all out for a second.  Warren crawled up next to me…


Out of nowhere he kisses me.  Warm and insistent.  It’s Warren.  I can tell.  The taste of his mouth, the tenderness and passion in his lips and tongue.  My mouth opens wider--letting him ravage me with his tongue.  His fingers find my left nipple.  He gives it a slight tug and twist.  My body squirms closer to him.

“Do you like your nipples played with?”  he whispers in my ear.

I confess I do, but that guys rarely play with them since they don’t look like they like attention.

“Stay there.”  I do. There is nowhere I’d rather be at that moment.  I keep my eyes shut.   I hear him rummaging in a bedside drawer.  Soon he’s back.  His strong, masseur hands run over my chest.  He’s put gloves on.  Gloves of the thinnest leather.

“I put my Police Examination gloves on,” he tells me.  His fingers dust over both nipples.  Then he raises my left arm and puts it above my head, and settles my right fore arm back over my eyes.

“Here.”  My mouth is open.  A finger dips in. The thin leather tastes incredible.  Then the wet leather touches my right nipple.  The better connected one. The tiniest jolt runs through me.  Just a touch.  No, twist or pinch.  He repeats with the other hand.  This time I suckle on his leathered finger before it moves to my left nip.  It circles on the surface of nipple.  The thumb starts adding pressure.

He’s squeezing now.  He hasn’t let up.  My cock is dripping.  Release.  The pain/pleasure burns for a second, but he’s rubbing it away.  He takes some of my precum, coats his leather clad  fingers and brings it up to my mouth. I clean his gloves.

And he repeats the pressure on the right.  And release.  And rub.  The right nip erects.

I feel Warren reposition.  His pit is covering my mouth.  His clean sweat is an acrid aphrodisiac.  I clean his pit.  Inch by inch.  I want that muscled arm to stay pressing down on my face.  But it’s soon replaced by his mouth.  I share the taste of Warren with him.  The kiss is long and sloppy.  His mouth finds my ear again.

He licks and then whispers:  “Don’t move.”  I’m not going anywhere.  “Now, taste this.”  It’s his glove again.  Two fingers.  “I just stuck them in my freshly fucked ass.  Taste yourself on them.”

I do.  I clean.  I swallow.  I want to roll over and fuck him so hard.  But I don’t move.  He kisses me again, tasting my used mouth.  He swabs me out.  And spits it back--deep in my throat.  “Swallow me,” he whispers.  I do.  My eyes, behind my hairy forearm, are moist.

Warren straddles me.  His deft, gloved hands are back on my nipples.  Rolling.  Pulling.  Teasing. Softly.  Then unexpectedly hard.  My cock jumps.  He’s back to light strokes.  And rolling the tiny cones.  The right is upright and hard.  I can feel the left slowly erecting--it feels huge to me.

Still straddling me, his hands never leaving my nipples, he works his way down my body until the tip of my cock can feel his ass.  Please.  Please sit on my cock.  I will him to do it…but I don’t want to break the moment by saying anything.  He has both nipples between fingers and thumb.  He applies pressure.  It’s hurting.  That good hurt we all know.  My cock starts leaking on his ass crack…

“Do you have any beer?”  The voice cuts through our private little world.   And the moment has passed.  Warren rolls off me to go help the helpless in the kitchen.  I blink as my arm comes off my eyes and rub my nipples.  I’m still in our own private world.  It was worth three hours in the car for those few moments with Warren.

But almost instantly, the thin, black guy comes out of the sling to sit on my face and his partner sucks my cock…

And it’s business as usual…


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CLAW countdown:  

Three days until I’m in Cleveland.

Four days until I’m in this hot ass…..

(Ok, I can’t stop bragging….but don’t you want to see the rest of these hot pictures he sent me?????)

And a link to Jayson talking about it, too.

Four Pigs In a Room Fucking

Chicago--March, 2012

Immediately after the previous post.

So there was no way I was not going to Warren’s after the piss party.  We toweled down, got in our clothes and he rode with me to his apartment that might as well be on Lake Shore Drive.  He has a beautiful apartment, but the moment I walked in I only had eyes for the sling which was squeezed into place next to Warren’s double bed.  He’d invited a regular play bud, Harry, a man about my age and build who had enthusiastically sat on my cock at the piss party.  And Mark, my older piss bud from Michigan, who had fucked Warren in the back corner of the bar.  Four older guys, three true versatiles and me, but all four with some major meat...


We are the first to arrive.  We both rinse off in the shower.  (I never think I smell of piss after the piss party until I step out into the fresh air.)  We don’t wait.  I get Warren into the sling.  My mouth is instantly plastered between his generous ass cheeks.  His hole is still slightly puffy from our two cocks fucking him at the bar.  I work deep very fast.  He’s moaning--and telling me it’s been way too long.  I spit into his hole,  stand up and slap the head of my cock against his hole.  I glide into place.  All the way to the hilt.  In a single thrust.

“Shit!”  he moans.  “Fuck the hell out of me.”

I start slowly.  I am just up to a good speed as the door buzzes.  We stop and let in Harry.

“I see you two waited for me,” he grins.  He bends and licks my cock.  “Oh, yeah.  I taste Warren.”

Harry gets naked fast, throwing his clothes out of the way in the living room.  I am pounding Warren again in the sling as he comes into the bedroom.  He stands, stroking and watching me fuck.  I look at him questioningly.  He nods.  I slip out and he enters his friend’s ass.  His cock is thinner than mine, but almost as long.  Warren sighs and closes his eyes as he takes the familiar cock.  He is stroking his fat dick all the while.  I sit on the bed, but can swing around and work his nipples with both hands.  Soon I’m on the floor, cleaning Harry’s cock, licking Warren’s hole, drinking Harry’s piss and slipping my dripping dick back up Warren.

Warren, I know, is an excellent top, but for these first 30 minutes, he is luxuriating in not having to be the ubiquitous top of Chicago.  Harry and I take turn’s up his hole.  Once I slide up Harry as he fucks Warren, but there’s not quite room to do that--a corner of a bureau keeps catching me on the back stroke.

Mark arrives.  He kisses me--and asks if I want any piss.  You gotta love friends….I drink long and deep.

We’ve all changed positions.  Mark is fucking Warren  doggy style on the bed.  Harry is in the sling.  His feels delightfully different, not quite as velvety, but he’s very skilled as he milks my cock.   Soon Mark and I switch hole.  He plows Harry and I move over to taste what he did to Warren.  His hole now has precum from the three of us in it.  I get so hard swallowing it, I know I need to insert my cock up him right now.  I do.  It makes him jump.  For a moment, all finesse is gone.  I’m just an animal rutting.  Eventually I slow--or I’ll blow.   And it looks like no one else is close.

We rotate again.  Now we are all taking turns on Mark.  Warren, in particular, is taking delight in reversing the fuckings he’s gotten from this muscle man.  I work nipples--on Mark in the sling--on Warren, standing behind him as he fucks--on Harry who, when it’s not his turn, is spread eagled on the bed.  Soon Harry pulls me around and buries his face in my ass.  I sit down on his face--reveling in a rim job--something I don’t often get.

Finally, Mark is out of the sling.  I get up off Harry’s face and lean over to kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue.  Mark crawls up and sits on Harry’s cock.  I work my way around to the sling and get Warren back into it.  I slip easily into his overused hole.  Suddenly there is a loud grunt from the bed.  Harry is shooting up Mark.  I pause the fucking and kneel  down on the floor--my eyes level with where his cock is slowly exiting Mark’s overflowing hole.  Mark knows me well.  He get off slowly.  Letting me lick Harry’s cock.  He elevates his ass, so he’s on all fours to let me eat out the load.  It’s thick and very white.  I stand and insert my cock in the load.  I sigh.  Fucking heaven.

Warren comes over.  I let him fuck in the load for a bit, too.  I lick the froth off Warren’s cock.  And it’s too much.  I need to shoot.  I roughly enter Warren and breed him for the very first time.  I collapse on his back…

Some how I’m in a different place on the bed, being held tightly by Harry. Mark and Warren are working each other to shoot.  My mind is a blur as to what they do.  But I know they shoot on to stomachs and thighs and I let it stay there.  “ I must  be exhausted,” I mutter mostly to myself.  “I just can’t clean you up….”

Piss Party Reunion

Chicago--March, 2012

The second Saturday of the month was the Chicago Piss Party.  I made it in in easily--even taking some back roads to avoid the toll road.  I got there an hour ahead of the party.  I parked behind the bar, and, while hydrating constantly, read my book until just before starting time.  The joke with the organizers is that I am always the second person to sign in.  Today I was first.   I guessed it would be a small crowd.  I was right, but it was a very playful one…


I’m stripped to my yellow jock, wrist bands and combat boots.  My cock is barely contained in the jock, making me look bigger than usual.   It’s one of those unseasonably hot March days, so it’s actually warm in the bar.  There are only about ten guys in attendance at this point--and no one is playing yet.  I need to fix that.  An older daddy with just a fringe of white hair is leaning on one of the tables, sipping his beer.  I head in his direction.  We talk--about the weather--his foreskin-my lack of one--foreskin restoration--which leads us to Al Parker.  He tells me about the time he shared a shower with the legendary porn star, right after Al’s restoration surgery.  And before you know it, I am down and sucking his small, super hard cock, luxuriating in working his foreskin with my tongue. I rise.  I piss into his foreskin.  He squirms with delight.  I kneel and suck my piss out of it.  This makes him piss.  I get the entire first bottle of recycled beer.  And when I stand back up I see that we’ve gained 20 more people and they are almost all having sex.  I wave to Mark, my older piss pal from Michigan across the room.

It’s a day of drinking.  I seem to constantly be sucking cock and drinking piss.  And it seems to keep happening in groups of three or four.  I will be getting piss from a guy, another man will shoot his stream on the cock that’s in my mouth.  Another will join him.  And some man hoses me down from the back---what a fucking waste!

I get out of the back corners for awhile and walk over to the inflatable pool.  Two men are 69ing in the pool.  I watch as they go from sucking cock to eating ass, to back again.  The pool is ringed with men.  We each piss on them as they play.  Some guys aim their stream right at the asshole that’s being licked.  Some just cover them.  I aim mine at the cock sucker’s mouth.  He stops to catch some of my hot piss, then goes back to the cock, as I play my endless stream on his face, his hair and back to his mouth.

I’ve not seem Mark since we waved to each other early on.  I finally locate him in the back corner.  I look closely.  I can’t believe it.  He’s fucking Warren.

When I first started going to the piss parties six years ago, Warren was the hottest man in attendance.  He knew it, but played well with absolutely anyone who showed interest.  Warren is just under my height, gym built, tattoos on each shoulder and truly versatile.  He loves to plow hole as much as bend over for it.  In the old days, we would play in all sorts of ways--either sharing hole or just drinking from each other.  Occasionally I’d fuck him.  But he would always end his evening at my feet.  He loved to jerk off his final load with my cock in his mouth.  I haven’t seen him in over three years.  Except in some piss porn he’s made where he takes huge things up his glorious ass.  And here he is, bent over taking my hot, 60 year old friend.

I  go up to them.  Both smile at me.  I grin back.  And piss on Warren’s ass. I piss long and hard, so that it flows down over Mark's cock as it enters him.  Warren is jerking himself.  Fast.  He suddenly grunts.  He’s shooting all over the floor.  Mark slows his fucking, then pulls out.  I sink to the floor and he sticks his cock in my mouth.  I clean it--then dive into Warren’s ass.  No load--but it tastes incredible.

He finally stands up.  So do I.  We kiss.  Long and hard.  He tells me he needs recovery time, but to find him later.

I continue to play.  Drinking and giving.  Pissing and swallowing.

As the party winds down, I find Warren at the bar.  He is leaning over it, talking to the bartender.  I walk up, piss on his ass crack, lick it up and work my cock up his battered hole.  He grunts.  He knows it’s me without looking.  I am balls deep in him.  I want to breed him.  I don’t think I ever have.  I’m fucking him hard enough now to make him stop talking.  He turns his head back to me.

“Why don’t you bring that cock back to my house.  I’ve asked a couple of guys over…”

I nod yes.

“Good,“  he continues. “You should breed me in my sling.”

I can’t fucking wait…