Osvaldo Takes It at the All Gender Party

 Grand Rapids—August 16, 2025

 

Once again, I agreed to meet Osvaldo at the All Gender Night at the bathhouse.  Don’t fret—not a single woman appears in this tale.  The very few women who attended the event, all stayed with their boyfriends in a room, tucked away from the rest of the bathhouse, where they played games all night. (There is one transwoman in this tale, who got a tremendous amount of attention.)

Osvaldo loves these nights for, in the past, the place is crawling with pent up men, who end up using him until a real woman ventures into the play area.  That didn’t happen.  And he was unhappy…but that comes later…it started just like we like it…

 

I arrive at 9 o’clock on the dot.  I get my locker and stash my clothes.  I leave on my boots and yellow jock.  Osvaldo is always late, but here he is walking down the steps from the play area as I start up them.  He grabs my arm and leads me back up the steep staircase.  The medical table is busy, so we go to the fuck bench near the sling.  I sit in a nearby chair and tell him to get me hard. 

He instantly kneels between my splayed legs.  He mouths the cloth pouch for a moment, but quickly pulls it back and slides my semi-hard dick down his throat.  I harden up fast.  The moment I do, I need to eat his ass.

I tell him this and he gets up on the bench, choosing to kneel on the far side of it so his mouth will be more easily available to the men milling around.  I get behind him and hunker down to taste his hole for the first time that night.  He groans.  I am surprised that he has not been fucked yet.  This is my first indication that it is a slower night.  I eat him out—longer than usual as he’s had no dick.  He moans—and catches a guy’s eye, who comes over to watch us.  I stand up and slide in.  The guy looks questioningly at me and I nod, saying “Let him suck you as I open him up.”  The guy eagerly unwraps his towel and offers his swelling cock to Osvaldo.

Now the pig is happy.  Double stuffed and loving it.  I fuck him hard.  Hard enough to bounce him on the bench, causing him to take the guy’s dick a little deeper.  I pull out and eat his hole once more.  Just a few quick licks.  Then I’m pounding away again.

A hot guy, in his late 40’s and wearing a ball cap, is watching us.  He is jocked and harnessed, his towel over his shoulder.  He strokes a nice sized cock as he watches us.  He keeps inching closer and closer, until he is standing right alongside Osvaldo.

“Do you want a turn up his ass?” I murmur.

“Sure.  If you’ll fuck me while I do it.”

I nod.  And pull out.  The guy comes around behind Osvaldo.  He begins to fuck him.  I stand to the side and watch for a moment—then go around and slide into the hairier ass.  I stand still and let the guy fuck into Osvaldo—and fuck himself onto me on the backstroke.  Osvaldo is aware of what’s going on—and delighted there is a new cock in him.  He works his ass harder.

It’s Ball Cap that puts an end to it.  “I need to stop or I’ll shoot.  And it way too early.”  I agree and pull out of him.  The moment he steps away from Osvaldo, I am on my knees, tasting the man’s precum in Osvaldo’s now not so tight pucker…

*

We walk to the exam table.  A transwoman is bent over the table, getting a hard fucking from a man my age.  Another man sits on the table and is feeding her his dick.  Her pastel blouse is open.  The black mini skirt is pulled up around her waist.  She is wearing pantyhose that have been ripped down the back seam, so cocks can get to her full, round ass. There are three or four men watching this and stroking.  Osvaldo finds the biggest of the four cocks amongst the watchers and begins to suck the guy.  I watch the scene.

“Here’s a bigger cock for you,” chortles the guy fucking her.  He pulls out and offers me her ass.  I slide in.  She is tight.  I fuck slowly, working deeper and deeper.  She begins to pant round the dick in her mouth.  I speed up and rail into her, then pull out, offering her ass back to the guy who was up it before me.  He slips in again.

We now trade ass, back and forth, until Osvaldo finally pulls off the dick that is fucking him.  I bend him over a chair near the table and fuck him next to the transwoman.  I am hoping the guy who shared her ass with me will switch back and forth with Osvaldo.  But he only has eyes for her…

*

We go to the lower level to the play area there that has nothing but two mattresses and a smattering of chairs.  I fuck Osvaldo as he clings to a tall bar stool.  When I pull out, he goes to suck a man lying and stroking to us on one of the mattresses.  I go to the other mattress where a guy rolls over and offers me his ass.  I fuck him, turned on by his low groans.  Osvaldo can’t get the guy he’s sucking to fuck, so he comes over to me.  I pull him down so he can watch me fuck the guy.  I pull my cock out and Osvaldo is all over it, licking the guy’s ass slime off it…getting it ready for his own hole…

*

We want the sling, but it’s taken.  We split up.  He goes to see if he can get someone in his room.  I fuck the transwoman again.  This time I eat her ass before I slide in.  She moves my hands from her hips to her breasts.  She’s had top surgery—or the hormones have really worked…

*

We meet, some time later, back at the sling.  We fuck.  A couple of guys stop roaming and jerk to the live porn.  I can’t get them to fuck or stick their cocks in Osvaldo’s mouth.  I eat his ass after a few more thrusts.  I want to piss him—and he wants it—but I’m just not hydrated enough on this hot evening in August.  

We separate again. In the darkest corner of the second floor, I find a handsome guy in early 50’s who has a very round, hairy ass.  I fuck him after an extensive rim job.  We have a great connection.  I pull out reluctantly.  I want more.

I find Osvaldo in the porn viewing area.  We fuck—hard and fast.  Suddenly, I know I can do it and I fill his ass with hot piss.  He groans and takes the fuck, now sloshing a little as I piston in and out of him.  He runs off to get rid of it.  I’m sure he will video himself  making a piss fountain down in the shower.

I fuck the hairy ass guy again.

Osvaldo is back.  “I’m leaving,” he tells me.  His times without me have not gone well.  There are just not enough tops.  I am surprised.  It’s not midnight yet.  But it is true, the usual crowd of top men, waiting for the women, are not here.  He takes off.

I find Hairy Ass.  I ask if he wants a load.  He tells me that as tempting as that sounds, he’s headed out to meet the boyfriend. 

I would load the transwoman, but she’s gone.

As I hang around the empty medical table, the guy in the ball cap, who joined our first fuck, walks in.  I bend him across the table.  I now get to eat his hole.  He is panting, telling me how good it feels.  I enter him swiftly.  My need is suddenly great.  I need to breed.

And I do.  Loudly.  Filling his ass with my pent up cum…

Sawyer (Fist Guy) Brings His Hot Ass to the Playroom

 My Playroom—August, 2025

 

I met Sawyer a few months ago at the house party.  I christened him Fist Guy for those write ups.  Each time we fucked, he really wanted my hand in his ass, but I like to do my fisting (at least until I really know your butt) as a one-on-one activity.  So, we exchanged contact info—and in a matter of days set up a playdate.  He wanted to come to my place as he was excited to see the playroom. 

It was a bright, warm Sunday afternoon when he arrived on my doorstep.  We made our way downstairs.  He ditched his clothes onto the chair as I hung my robe on the door knob.  I leaned against the fuckbench, watching his jockstrapped ass, as he bent over to get his poppers out of a pants pocket.  I’d fucked it now, a lot.  I couldn’t wait to do more.  He turned and really took in the room:  the FF porn on the television, the bed, the mirrors, the toys, the other fuck furniture.  He grinned as he walked to me and went to his knees…

 

He inhales deeply as he buries his nose in my jock pouch.  All those scents from the fuck parties.  He groans in the back of his throat. Sawyer digs out my cock.  I stifle a moan as he takes my hardening dick to the root.  It plumps there, cutting off his air.  He pulls off me, panting.  He sucks my cock.  Licks my balls, even lifting them to tongue the cockring holding them in place.

“Get up on the bench.”

I look at him as he scrambles up.  He is likely a few years younger than me, but not by much.  He’s tall.  His hair and beard is rather shaggy.  His ass is round and glorious—needing my tongue to be buried in it.  Sawyer moans as I eat his hole.  I grease my cock with coconut oil as I do it.  I get him very wet.  Very open.  I stand up and slide in.  I hold as I hear him open his poppers.  He huffs—and I begin to fuck.  Slow and deeper with each stroke. 

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

I speed up the stroke.  Faster and faster.  I can feel his ass relax.  I pull out and grab the eggheaded dildo.  I grease it up and insert.  My dick follows.  I feel the tightness of his ass again.  I fuck him—our eyes locking in the mirror that is in front of us.

I pull out, leaving the toy in his ass.  He licks my cock, groaning while tonguing up his own ass juices.  When I eventually go back to his ass, I pull the toy up and insert my cock below it.  He loves it.   I prefer my dick on top, so after a while, I change it up again.

“You like that double fuck?”

He nods.  I take out the black toy.  I reach for the stainless-steel Ballistic Butt Bomb.  Another egg-shaped head slides into him, but now it’s cool metal.  He takes it deep.  Easily.  I add my cock along the thin steel handle.  I fuck him, my cock head smashing into the head of the toy.

I pull out.  I have him clean me up again with his ravenous mouth.  I rotate to the clear dildo with the black handle.  I grease it up and slide it in.  On a whim, I see if I can add my cock.  I can.  It’s tight—making both of us moan as I push myself into place.  I begin to fuck.  Opening that hole for my hand.

“Let’s get you off your knees,” I say, nodding to the sling.

“Let me clean your cock again…”

I lean into the sling myself, my boots up on the chain.  I let him clean my cock.  I instruct him to do my balls.  And under them.  He does just that.  Then his tongue goes right down my perineum and flicks across butt hole.  I wonder if he likes to rim, but decide to find out another time—I want him in the sling.

We change places.  I eat his hole.  I fuck it again.  Now I kneel and use my hands.  They are back-to-back—four fingers of each are in him.  I pull them slightly apart—a gentle gesture to open his hole still more.  He loves it.

I grab the speculum.  I grease and insert.  It does the exact same thing, now with the turn of a crank.  The steel wings open his hole.  He groans and takes a hit.  I stand up and add my cock, fucking it into him with the smooth steel on either side of me.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror above him, watching every stroke of my dick.

I pull out and open the speculum a little more.  I fuck.  I open it again.  I fuck Sawyer harder.  This time when I pull out, I crank the medical device closed and slip it out of him.  I bury my face in his wet ass as I grease up my hands thoroughly. 

Now my left-hand fingers go in.  Easily.  I add the thumb.  I twist the hand slightly and I’m inside him.  Smoothly.  Easily.  No effort.   I pull out, making him sigh.  I do it all again.  And again.  Then with the right hand.  Over and over.

I do the same pull apart action with hands back-to-back.  I look up.  He’s watching me in the mirror.  I stand up and fuck him.  I pull out and my left hand easily works into him as I stand.  My cock slides down my forearm and is buried inside him at the same time.  My fingers inside him wrap around the head and shaft.  I fuck him slowly, my fingers stroking myself in addition to his ass.  I pull out and do it all again.  Hand, cock, clasp and stroke.

I do another round of just hands as I kneel.

I look at the medium-sized toys under the television.  I can skip them today.  I head right for the big guns stored on the opposite wall.  I grab the toy that is vaguely shaped like an open hand.  I tell him it is a very rigid toy, but he’s game.  And he takes it like it was three times smaller.  I work it in and out a few times.  This makes me want to fuck him again—so I do.

I grab the curved, ridged dildo—the Seahorse, from Mr. Hankey’s Toys.  I love using this on the right man.  Sawyer’s ass gobbles it up.  I use it with the curve going up, first.  Then the curve downwards.  He loves how it feels—either way.

My knees are tired, so I suggest the rimseat.  I wipe excess lube off him, but I can’t wait to really bury my tongue in his slightly gaping hole.  I pull out the seat—and the mat to lie on.  I get under and he sits.  His hole is so open—and the seat has spread him even wider.  My tongue can’t get enough.  I lick deep.  I suckle on his puffy ass lips.  I tongue fuck him.  A heady mix of coconut oil, Crisco and his own juices keep dripping onto my tongue.  Sawyer moans and watches the porn on the television.

He suddenly stands up.  He walks a couple steps forward and gently bats my hand away from my rock-hard cock.  He slowly sits—and rides me.  His ass makes a delicious squishy noise with easy stroke down onto me.  Just as suddenly, he is up and sitting back on my face.  His ass is dripping copiously now.  I lick and suck and chew, moaning as I do it.

I get him up, by tapping his thighs.  I tell him to lean on the bench, not get on it.  I need to piss—now!  I get my cock into his hole just in time and I erupt.  I fill his butt.  He can feel the heat and the weight.  I pull out and lie back down, closing the seat.  He sits and begins to feed me my piss.  It’s a glorious hot water waterfall erupting out of his ass.  My lips are clamped around his ass lips so we don’t flood the basement.  It goes on and on.  I take my hand off my cock so I don’t shoot right there.  It finally trickles to the tiniest rivulet.  And stops.   I clean him up.  He stands and gives me a hand to stand up, too, pulling me into an embrace…

*

“I’ve had my eye on those two big black cocks,” he tells me, getting on the fuck bench.

I get the Crisco from under the sling and bring to the bench.  I pick up the first one, the one I’ve used sparingly on men like Jake or Evan.  It is long and thick with a slightly flattened head.  I grease it up and work it in.  We pause at the halfway point for poppers.  Then he takes the rest of it.  I fuck him with it.  Slowly and steadily.  He loves it.  It fills him completely.  I use my chest to push the last few inches into him.

We move up to the longer black cock, a toy I have not used on anyone since GaryM gave it to me.  I grease it up.  I work it into Sawyer’s well used hole.  He takes it.  To the root.

We both know his ass needs a break.  But he wants my load first.  We stay right at the bench.  I towel off some Crisco and eat his hole for the last time today.  My cock tells me this will be an easy orgasm—I am so ready to get off inside him.  I stand up, slide in and begin to pump. 

“Breed me…” he mumbles, still in a slight popper haze.

My cock is so ready.  I slow—and speed up again, never pulling out of him.

And I’m there.  Blasting my semen deep inside him…until there is not a drop of cum left inside those big ol’ balls of mine…

*

Sawyer as Fist Guy is also in the following posts:

 

Twelve Men on a Bed

The Pigs Keep Rutting in All the Wet Holes

“I’ve Found the Pigs!”

IML 2025 Piss Party: Wet Asses and Hungry Mouths (part one)

 Chicago—May, 2025

The next morning, I drove the rest of the way into the city.  I found free parking (amazing!) and settled down in the front seat for a quick nap.  I had slept decently after Blackout Night, but wanted all my energy focused for the four hours of the piss party.  When I roused myself, I changed into my oldest pair of combat boots that are reserved for serious watersports.  I went into the hosting bar.  A crowd was gathering.  I waited a few minutes as they finished setting up and was the first one into the back room where the event was held.

It was dim.  There was a sling in the back corner and an inflatable wading pool available for those who like to wallow in piss.  I stripped down and checked my bag with the Coat Check Otter.  I didn’t know the handsome man behind the bar.  Piss porn played on the big screen television.  The men just kept arriving, most stripping down to some sort of jock and footgear.  I had prepped with some Gatorade once I’d parked.  I now sipped water and watched the men stow their clothes and get a glass of beer or water.

In huge events like this it is impossible to include everything that happened to me.  And sometimes the order of things is a blur, even when I make notes the next morning.  But here we go…

 

I sip.  I greet my friends who live both here in Chicago and in Palm Springs.  We chat.  The bottom bear of the couple goes to his knees for a few moments of cock sucking, as easily as if we were shaking hands.  He inquires if I have any piss.  Even after priming the pump, I don’t quite yet.  He continues sucking for a moment, stands, and squirts a splash of piss on my hard cock.  They move off, to someone else they know.  I turn and move to the back of the room.

“Well, hello.”

I turn to my right.  There is Tall Guy with Tats, a regular here and a great playmate.  (And someone who is actually taller than me.)  We’ve had quite the text exchange leading up to today.  We chat, drinks in hand.  He goes to his knees and gives me excellent head.  He doesn’t care about drinking piss.  For him, it’s all about piss in his ass.  When he comes up for air, he asks if we can fuck.  We find an open spot on the built-in bench running along the side wall.  He bends over, elbows to the seat.  I go to my knees and begin eating his hole for the first of many times today.  His butt is fairly hairless, except right around his slightly puffy pucker.  I dig in, flattening the hair with my spit.  He groans.  I hear poppers open.  I eat him out for a long time.  I know he can be tight on the first fuck.  I keep licking until he is begging for my dick.  I stand up and give it to him.  Inch by inch.  Making him take the whole length.  I bottom out and wait.  He huffs again—and I begin to fuck.

Tall Guy with Tats moans.  This brings a voyeur to watch us.  He strokes his back.  I ask if he can piss on that back for us, but it’s too early in the afternoon for him, too.  I speed up the stroke.  He groans.  The voyeur strokes.  I pull out and instantly, TGWT swivels around to clean my cock, enjoying the taste of his hole on my dick.  He leaves plenty of spit on me, so I shove it into him again.  I fuck.  He cleans.  We both go off to refill out water bottles…

*

I get my cock sucked by random men.  With one, I am able to give a splash of piss as a thank you.  He swallows it hungrily.  I chug my water.  I can feel my bladder ready.  I refill the bottle and find Tall Guy with Tats.  “I have piss, I tell him.”  We go to the sling.  He hops in.  I kneel and eat his hole.  I stand and shower his pucker with piss.  I kneel and lick it up, sticking some inside him with my tongue.  A guy is near us.  I ask him to piss on us as I eat out TGWT’s ass.  But he has nothing yet.  I stand up and slide inside.  An easy entry now.  I fuck him hard.

Suddenly we are showered with piss.  All on TGWT’s chest.  An obliging pig stands to the side and sends the pale-yellow arc from nipples to jock pouch and back again.  It forms a hot rivulet and cascades over my dick as we fuck.  It feels terrific.  I know I must be fucking some of it inside him.  Which is just what we both want.  The guy’s steam runs dry.  I nod a ‘thank you’ to him and slow the fucking.  I go to my knees and lick up the piss clinging to the hair around his now gaping pucker.  I spit it into his hole, stand up and fuck it deep inside him…

*

The guy who wears his grey pinstriped suit to the party is here.  His cock is out and being sucked by a very cute young man who is bare chested, with a backwards ball cap.  His jeans are what you notice.  The legs have rips but still cover him; the back of the jeans has been ripped away, showing off his hairy ass.  He is a very vocal cock sucker.

I stand and stroke, having seen them after re-filling my water bottle.  I watch.  Suit Guy notices me.  “You want to try his mouth?”

I nod. 

He pulls out. “Here’s a bigger dick for you, boy.”

The young man stays on his knees as I move in front of him.  Suit Guy strokes his dick as Ripped Jeans leans in and flicks his tongue across my cock head.  He moans at the taste of my pre-cum.  He opens up and begins giving me a terrific blowjob.  He is everything you want.  The suction, the wetness, the tongue action.  The need for dick.  It’s palpable.  I encourage Suit Guy to offer him his cock again.  Ripped Jeans goes back and forth, swallowing one and then the other.  I grab the back of his head when he’s on me and force him down so he chokes.  He pulls off all smiles.  Suit Guy does the same.  Now it’s a friendly competition to see how long he can stay down on us.  Suit Guy wins with his thinner cock—as the sucker can still breathe around it.

“You want piss, boy?” 

I get an enthusiastic head nod.  I aim it at his open mouth.  The pale flow is a direct hit.  I move closer and closer as he swallows faster and faster to keep up with the stream.  Suit Guy starts to piss too—all over his face.  Ripped Jeans stops swallowing and just lets it cascade all over him, rubbing the piss into his moderately hairy chest.  His jeans end up soaked.  Just the way he wants them…

*

I find Tall Guy with Tats.  I give him a hard fuck bent over a table at the other end of the bar.  I pull out and piss his crack and his fucked-out hole.  I lick it all up the moment my stream peters out…

*

I want more of Ripped Jeans.  I find him playing with a couple.  The Daddy is my age, totally naked, bald and covered in hardcore tats.  His nipples are huge and his dick has a PA.  His boy is a youthful 40.  He is hairless, except for what’s on his head and his cock is caged.  At the moment, the Daddy is fucking Ripped Jeans mouth as the kneeling boy holds on to the sucker.  Daddy begins to piss in Ripped Jeans mouth.  The boy is right there, licking up the overflow that trickles down Ripped Jean’s chin and onto his chest.

“Get over here and give my boy your dick.”

I know when to take direction.  I match my oral attack of the hairless boy with what Daddy is doing to Ripped Jeans.  I fuck his face.  Hard.  I give him piss.  I am thrilled Ripped Jeans is there for the overflow, just like the boy had been for him.

“Do you fuck with that big cock?”

I nod.

“Get up here, boy.”  The sub stands, and bends, offering me his ass as he holds onto his Daddy.  I go to my knees and tongue the boy’s hole.  It has had a lot use this weekend.  I love the wrecked ass lips.  “Eat him out good,” I hear above me.  And I do.  I savor the puffy flesh in my mouth. 

I stand up.  I need to fuck.  I push my cock into him.

“Fuck, yes!” crows Daddy.  “Fill him up with dick.”  Ripped Jeans goes to his knees.  He is mouthing the boy’s cock cage.  He is rewarded with piss.  The piss that I am fucking out of the sub.  I fuck and fuck.  I pull out.  Daddy let’s go of his boy and dives for my cock.  He cleans me up.  He spits  the juices into his boy’s mouth.  Both swallow.  Ravenously.

I start to move away.   Daddy grabs me.  “You aren’t going anywhere…”

(To be continued…)

Rosebud

 North of Home—March, 2025

 

I first met Ross in August of 2015.  We have played sporadically all these years.  Of all the fist players I know, Ross is the man with the largest rosebud.  It flowers open easily.  I love that he has such control he can fuck my mouth with it as I rimmed him.

We have met a little less these last few years as he is in a very demanding job.  Matching up times we can meet has been difficult.  He also found a great fisting bud who lives quite close to him—which made it easier for him to get the sex he craves twice a week.

But that changed on the Monday after the last post.  I packed the sling and went north.  Halfway there I cursed myself for not packing any of the sizable toys from the playroom.  I sighed, but knew that my tongue, cock and hands would work just fine…

 

Ross looks great.  Tall and lanky, a few years younger than myself.  We chat as I set up the sling in his bedroom.  There is just room for it next to the bed.  He has thrown a playsheet over his mattress.  He helps me adjust the tarp under the sling.  I add a sheet to help absorb the piss that I am likely to fist out of him as I hit his bladder.  I add the mirror above the frame so he can watch my cock and hands disappear into his depths.

Suddenly we are naked and he is kneeling in front of me.  I am naked but for the most aromatic of my jocks.  Ross inhales, loving the scent of me and of all the sex I have had in it.  He mouths the pouch, moaning slightly.  Soon enough, it is pulled to the side and he is taking my cock into his mouth.  And then his throat.  I scull fuck him for a moment.

“Get up on the bed.”

He knows just what I want.  He lies on his back and lets his head hang over the edge of the mattress.  I move in.  I make him lick my balls first.  When they are good and wet, I begin to face fuck him.  Three or four strokes and then out, to make sure I don’t gag him.

“Now let me eat that ass.”

He spins around, kneeling on the bed.  I have to stand to get my face planted between his ass cheeks for the first of countless times this afternoon.  I lick and spit.  Ross pushes a little.  The rose bud begins to emerge.  “Not yet,” I tell him.  I want to savor that moment, after I’ve fucked him.

The bed is tall, so I have him get off it.  He stands on the floor, his chest to the mattress.  I kneel and lick his hole once more before standing up and sliding in.  He squeezes down on me to welcome my cock back inside him.  I hold a moment, enjoying the sensations before I begin a slow fuck.  I speed up.  Faster and faster.  My hips slap his ass.

Ross loves to do ATM.  He spins around to lick me clean the moment I pull out.  It my turn to lie on the bed.  I guide his mouth to my balls again.  This is a much better position.  He licks and sucks—and goes under them, tonguing my cock ring. 

“Now up the shaft.”

His tongue snakes up me.  He licks the head before swallowing me to the root.  Over and over.

“Ride me.”

He clambers up on the bed and sits on my dripping cock.  I love the expression on his face—a mix of concentration and bliss.  He bounces on my dick, making us both moan.  As his legs tire, he gets up and cleans me thoroughly.

“Sling time.”

Ross gets in with no help.  Legs on the chains; no stirrups for him.  I kneel and begin to tongue fuck the hole I’d just ravaged.  Ross moans.  His rosebud emerges.  It is now huge.  It is a large pink donut.  It is so large and puffy it can’t possible fit in my mouth anymore.  But my tongue is all over it.  I lick.  He shudders.  I use my hard cock to push it back inside him.  I fuck and then add two fingers of my right hand.  Now Three.  Soon, all my fingers go it along with my dick.  I pull the dick out.  I grease up my left hand.  It goes into him easily.  My cock joins it, slipping through my open fingers deep inside him.

Now I do it with my right hand.  Ross is having wave after wave of internal orgasms.  His cock drools as well.  I mop up his juices and finger them back into him.  I love the feel of my cock surrounded by my own fingers so deep inside him.  I mention that I have never shot this way—and will, someday, but not now. 

I re-grease.  Left hand—all the way in.  And out.  And in.  The right replaces it.  In.  Out. In and the tiniest turn inside him, causing Ross to piss himself.  I repeat this process, changing hands repeatedly.

Now I go into him with my open hand and don’t let it become a fist inside him.  My fingers work deeper into him than I have ever been before, thanks to the constant play with his local partner.  My finger tips turn the corner of the ‘second hole.’  Ross shakes as he has his biggest assgasm yet…

*

I fuck him again.

I fuck him with my left hand. 

I go deep with my left, touching his most inner bits again.

We rest.

I fuck him once more. 

Now I fuck him with my bigger right hand. 

Now the fist.  I open it inside him.  I make him shake as I have never seen him before.  It’s incredibly hot that the slightest movement of my hand cam bring this on.  I try a little deeper—and am rewarded with a steady stream of piss as he shakes uncontrollably.  His rosebud emerges yet again.

“Try a double.”

I nod and regrease both hands.  I work one in flat and the other slides down the wrist of the first until both open hands are inside him, palm to palm.  I turn them slightly.  More piss from him.  I pull out one at a time.  I do it again.  The hands at a slightly different angle.  I get the same spasming result.  Now the right hand first.  The left joins it.  Turn.  And piss is running down his stomach and onto the tarp…

Each time I have gone in with doubles, my flat hands have been parallel with the floor.  Now he encourages me stretch him with my hands being vertical.  The left goes in.  Easily now.  The right slips down the wrist and joins it, palm together, but with my thumbs on top.  He groans.  A sound of pure pleasure.

As I pull out the rosebud blooms again, even bigger than before if that’s possible.

I lick it.  Savor it.

I push it gently back inside him.

We both know his hole has had more than enough for this session…

His First Rimjob

 Jackson—March, 2025

The day after breeding Julian, I was still up for sex.  The second Saturday of the month had become an advertised play party at the bookstore with all the different screens, gloryholes and the medical table.  Men came from all over southwest Michigan.  I wanted to go there again.  So I packed my lunch and hit the road…

 

The parking lot is full.  And muddy.  I finally find a space and go in.  At the door, who do I meet but the cock sucking couple.  They have driven even farther than I have to be here.  We all go in together and buy our tickets.  I open the door to the lounge for them.

It’s dark.  There are men everywhere.  The crowd near the door parts to let us come in.  I go towards the front and the couple head the other way.  The glory hole booths all have closed doors.  Men are on the slurp ramp being serviced by the men locked inside.  Two of the cabanas have the curtains drawn and the sounds of sex fill the room. The chair I often sit in has a bear in it being serviced by the Choker.  I sit in the chair next to them, haul out my cock and watch the Choker do what he does best.

When he takes a breather from the Bear, the Choker nods to me, but goes off for fresh meat.  I am surprised when the handsome bear is the one on his knees giving me some great head.  His mouth is all over my shaft and balls, with some really nice tongue work.  He has stripped to wearing nothing but shoes and a tee-shirt.  I like watching his hairy ass as he kneels in front of me, more on all fours than just on his knees.  He slows down when he realizes I’m not going to shoot and wanders off, leaving his clothes under the chair.

A short guy finds my wet dick.  He sucks me, but keeps telling me how much his wife would like my thick cock inside her.  And he would eat my load out of her.  I go ahead and give him my number (but he has never followed through.)

Shaved Head, without his partner in tow, finds me next.  He gives me a quick suck before heading off to find men he doesn’t know.

I wander to the back, where the medical table sits, unoccupied.  But there is an oral threeway happening.  I stand to the side and a mouth soon finds me.  Now it’s a fourway.  And soon five.  All around my age.  All versatile and love getting sucked as much as having a cock in their mouth.  We kneel. We stand.  We bend to the man sitting in the lone chair.  It’s fun—no one trying to get a load—just the thrill of going from cock to cock.

The group suddenly evoporates, almost as if someone threw a switch.  I bend down to get my water bottle. 

“Damn!”

It’s a young man with a long beard.  He seemingly has just arrived and is cock hungry.  I lean against the wall and invite him to suck me.  He does.  He jerks his own very tiny dick as he sucks me.  His beard feels terrific on my balls.  He takes me to the root—and he cums, shooting between my boots.  He happily takes off.

Only then do I notice the bear who gave me head earlier.  He is leaning the on the wall opposite me and has been stroking to the bearded guy sucking my cock.

“I should return the favor,” I tell him as I kneel.  I take him in my mouth.  He likes my tongue work.  I keep examining his piss slit with it and it is driving him crazy.  I move to his balls.  He groans. 

“Get back on my dick, I want to shoot.”

I go up and take my fist load of the day.  He shoots big.  The jizz pools on my tongue before I swallow.  I clean him up…

*

As I come back into the main room, I see that all three of the glory hole booths still have closed doors.  There is only one man on the slurp ramp getting head from the mouth in the middle booth.  I stick my dick through the first hole.  I wait.  Nothing.  From the sounds I hear through the plywood, guys are using it for sex, not to suck at the hole.  I move past the guy in the middle.  It’s the same with the third hole.  No action.

I find a mouth by feeding a man on the couch at the end of the ramp.  He is sitting there, so he has to be passed by every man who exits the slurp ramp.  I let him suck me.  Another man with a hard dick joins us.  As his mouth leaves me for the new cock, I continue to wander.

Then I see him.  He is the most handsome man in the room.  And knows it.  Likely 50.  In better clothes than any of us.  Rugged good looks and a full head of dark hair.  And a dick that is the twin of mine.  The Choker is on his knees in front of him—all but begging for a taste.  The guy ignores him.  The handsome guy sees me across the room.  He comes over.

“You have a big dick,” he says.  He’s even better looking up close.

“I’d say we have an even match.” 

He smirks.  “You suck?”

“Sure.”  I start for my knees, but he stops me.

“Not here.”  He leads me to a cabana.  I get on my knees and have the first taste of this fat dick.  I have to really watch my teeth.  Guys keep drawing back the curtain to watch us.  This infuriates him.  “Let’s move.”

He leads me to an open glory hole booth.  We go in.  I’m not a fan of using them for other than their purpose, but I’m willing to make an exception today.  I go to my knees.  He pushes his pants down to his knees.  I suck.  He relaxes.  His cock starts to juice up.  My tongue is very busy.

He begins to talk.  About his wife and grown kids.  About how handsome his son is.  About seeing his dad naked—and vice versa.  How his dad was pleased he’d given his son his big dick.

Then a question to me: “Have you ever fucked a guy?”

“Sure.”  I go to work on his hairy balls.

“I couldn’t do that.  To fuck him in the ass.  A guy once asked to fuck me.  I nearly belted him.”  I deliberately let a finger of my left hand touch the crack of his ass.  He keeps talking.  My finger finds the outside of his pucker and massages it.

“Now that feels good,” he mutters.

I pull off his dick. “Has a guy every licked your ass?”

“Naw…”

“There are so many nerve endings there, it feels incredible…”  I go back to sucking his cock. 

And the seed is sown.  He stops talking.  And thinks.  His dick gets still harder deep in my mouth.

Finally: “Do you do that?”

“Yes.  I lick the ass of almost every man I fuck.”  I let that settle and go back to work on his dripping cock.  “I don’t get fucked, but I let guys eat me out if they like eating ass.  It feels great.”

I deep throat him.  He pants and pulls out of me.  “I don’t want to cum yet.”  He pauses.  I look up, never leaving my knees.  I see the thought process on his face.  “I’ll try it.”

My hands go to his hips and turn him so his ass is in front of me.  “Lean on the wall and jut your ass out at me.”  His hairless butt is still in great shape.  The only hair on it is in his crack—and quite a bit ringing his hole.  My tongue dives in, running up and down his crack.  Up and down. Down and up. Up…

He pants in surprise.  “Damn…”

My tongue burrows into his pucker.  He squirms.  Then he grabs his cock.  “Yessss…” he croons.  “I like that.”  I am now tongue fucking him.  I knock his hand away from his cock.  I want this to last a bit.  I plunge in and out.  “Oh, God…Take me…”

He spins around and shoves his cock back in my mouth.  He shoots.  It feels like it will never stop.  I swallow and swallow.  I lick him clean.  He becomes embarrassed.  He barely says a word as he pulls up his pants and leaves the cubicle.

I find the Choker.  “Did you just suck off the Model?”

“You mean that good looking guy?  I did.  And I got his load.”

“Fucker,” he says good naturedly.

“And I gave him his first ass eating.”

“Now I hate you…”

“Don’t say that,” I smirk.  “Or you can’t have my piss.”

The Choker, in the middle of the room, with men milling everywhere around us, goes to his knees.  I feed him piss right there, knowing he will never spill a drop…

Valentine's Day Cock and Ass...Cum and Piss (Conclusion)

 Near Home—February, 2025

 

(Picking up where we left off.  Cute College Kid had just shot in my mouth…)

 

I am sitting in my corner seat where I can look at both screens. CCK moves behind me towards the gay screen, out of my sight.  I take a long drink of water from my bottle to rinse my mouth of all the cum I’ve swallowed.

I feel a tap on my shoulder.  I turn.  On the seat behind me, Cute College Kid is kneeling, his perky, smooth ass exposed to the room.

“Eat me out, and maybe you can fuck me…”

I stand up.  My cock actually drools at the sight.  I move towards him and kneel.  My tongue licks up and down his nearly hairless ass crack.  He moans each time my tongue connects with his tight pucker.  I burrow into him.  Now he moans louder.  I sense movement beside me.  The Mexican, who loves to get fucked but never cleans his ass out, has arrived at some point when I was too busy to notice.  He is right next to us now, jerking his dick with his right hand while his left is fingering his own ass. 

I stand up and push the head of my cock into Cute College Kid.  He grunts and his hand touches my thigh to make sure I don’t go in too deep.  He relaxes and I inch in.  I have learned not to try to put all of me inside him.  I fuck him with half the length of my dick.  Maybe two thirds as I keep fucking.  The Kid is moaning and jerking his dick, which is still hard after his first cum.

The Mexican pushes in between the chair CCK is on and the one next to it.  It brings his dick near the Kid’s mouth. CCK sucks him.  I speed up the fuck.  I wouldn’t mind breeding him. 

I pull out and taste the freshly fucked hole.  My own cock swells.  I hear the Mexican breathing heavy as I lick out CCK.  I stand up, ready to fuck.

“Please,” says the Mexican.  I step back and he pushes his cock into Cute College Kid’s open hole.  I have never seen this man top an ass before.  But he is fucking for the load right in front of me.  I step around, thinking to offer my cock to CCK for his mouth.  But I never get there.  The Mexican shoots.   The moment his cock is done firing he pulls out and races for the restroom.  CCK turns in his seat. 

“Take it!”  I bend and get his cock in my mouth just in time to swallow his second load of the day.  I really want to fuck that loaded ass, but I can’t complain.  I clean his dick thoroughly.  He grabs his clothes and goes off to the restroom, with his balls two loads lighter and a dripping ass…

*

There is a lull in activity.  A real changing of the guard.  The Choker has cleaned out many of the men who were here when I arrived and were looking to just quickly dump a load.  He is now sucking me, and slowly, new recruits arrive.

The Voyeur walks in, nodding to me as he takes a seat behind me—the same chair used for CCK’s fuck.  I hear him unzip.   The Choker sucks.  I look at the screen where two men spit roast a barely legal young woman.

A cute ginger comes in.  He walks right to the Voyeur.  I can only guess that this is a pre-arranged meet as the Voyeur is hidden from view when you walk in.  I hear the new arrival go to his knees and a sigh from the Voyeur.  The Choker takes a break to go sit next to another daddy who is looking for a hot mouth.  I turn and grin at the Voyeur.

“Join us,” he whispers.  I go and sit next to him.  The ginger is delighted.  He has a long, thin, ebony dick in his mouth and a thicker, longer pale white one with an angry red head, waiting.  He makes the switch, keeping a hand on the Voyeur.  The guy’s good.  He pauses sucking me for a moment, to take his own cock out.  It is a regulation sized dick with a downward hook.  He comes back to licking my shaft and then my balls.  He leaves them very wet before he returns to servicing the Voyeur.

Moments later, we stand up and try both our cockheads in Ginger’s mouth at the same time.  He groans out the sexiest sounds as our drooling cocks touch each other inside his mouth.  His tongue swirls around our mashed together heads.

The Voyeur’s phone goes off.  He beats a hasty retreat to answer it.  The Ginger continues to work on me.  When he gives his knees a break, I slide out of my seat and take his hooked cock into my mouth.  He is surprised and pleased.  Now the two of us trade blow jobs. 

He sucks me, slurping away.

When it’s my turn, I let him try to fuck my face, but the curve doesn’t let it happen easily, so I just work on the dripping head.

Then I fuck his face and leave him breathless.

The Voyeur returns.  I am on my knees as he arrives.  He chuckles and touches the ass of Ginger who is standing in front of me.  The Ginger moans and begins firing his load into my mouth.  The curve makes it go straight down my throat.   The Ginger reluctantly pulls out, reaching for a tissue, before he realizes I have licked up every stray drop of cum off him.

He leaves.  

The Voyeur goes off to fuck a dapper older man in the restroom.

I sit and catch my breath.  I watch the Choker get a load across the room.

The door opens.  In walks Latino Top.  (I first met him at the house party to the north, but I have played with him here, even got into his ass, but this is the first time I’ve seen him in the new space.)  He is late 30’s, with a shaved head, and an uncut dick that is the same size as mine.  He smiles as he passes me.  He sits behind me, in the chair which has seen so much action today.  I hear his pants slide down to his ankles before he sits.

Latino Top leans over to the back of my head.  “Let me suck that thing,” he whispers.

He takes a huge hit from his brown bottle as I get up and move around to stand in front of him.  He leans forward and begins to suck.  It’s mostly a lot of tongue and suction on my cock head.  Just once does he try to get all the way down my shaft.  But it feels terrific when he does it.  He pulls off me panting.

“You’re turn.”  He takes his hand off his own cock.  He takes another hit as I go to my knees.  I have to mind my teeth with his thickness, but I take his full length repeatedly.  When I come up to catch my breath, he sticks the brown bottle under my nose.  I take a hit—though I don’t need it.  His sweaty balls are better than the poppers.

I go back to sucking, my head spinning.  I hear noise behind me.  I glance back, the Mexican has dropped his pants and is bent over, wriggling his butt at the two tops sucking each other.  I work harder on LT’s dick.

But he wants to fuck.  I wonder if he knows about the lack of clean out.  Latin Top gets up and squeezes the Mexican’s full ass.  I watch that big cock disappear.  I sit on the chair Latin Top has just vacated.  The poppers were strong, a brand I don’t know, and I don’t want to move.  I watch the fuck.  Latin Top slows his fuck speed.  He pauses, his cock still deep in the ass, but he reaches back and pulls his own cheeks apart, looking over his shoulder right at me.

What he wants is unmistakable.  I stand up and move to him.  He begins fucking again, but not as hard.  I touch my dick.  It has lost some hardness from the strong poppers.  I work two fingers up Latin Top’s muscular ass.  I find his prostate and stroke.

Latin Top is bucking into the Mexican, harder and harder.  His ejaculation is moments away.  I add a third finger—and he shoots.  Deep in the hole.  He whole body spasms as his cock keeps firing seed into the Mexican.

He pulls out.  So do I.  When he sees his dick, he grunts his annoyance and takes off to the bathroom.  The Mexican just pulls up his pants and goes home, likely awash in semen.

The Choker finds me.  He wants another round.  I tell him my dick is now limp from whatever brand of poppers I was fed.  But I can give him piss.  (I say this loud enough for the Voyeur to hear.  It freaks him out. I’m slightly surprised.)

“Perfect.”

He moves to kneel at the pole that is in the center of the room.  He braces against it.  My dick is still swollen, but not hard.  I push just the head onto his waiting tongue.  It takes a moment for my plumbing to reconnect in a different way.  It begins with one spurt.  He swallows greedily.  Another.  He swallows rapidly.  The flood gates open.  I can’t control it now.  I pour down his throat everything in my bladder.  The Choker is in heaven.  He has to keep swallowing, faster and faster or my piss will be everywhere.  And he does it.  He doesn’t spill a drop.

I am left panting.  It truly feels like I have just had the longest cumshot of my life.  I feel quite post-orgasmic as I tuck my wet cock away.  If I can’t shoot one way, this time the other worked just as well. 

And that was Valentine’s Day.  Three and half hours of some of the best play I’ve had there.