Hour by Hour--Fuck Party at Zane's

 Chicago—April, 2022

Zane, my favorite Chicago scent pig, had been out of commission for a couple of months with some medical issues.  To celebrate his return to sex, the three housemates threw another of their incredible house parties.  The last one, in August, they really had to work to get guys to attend.  This time, their entire mailing list of former attendees wanted to play.  So many people RSVP-ed, the hosts were concerned about the number of men in the old Victorian at one time.

I arrived early.  I took the rimseat.  All the prep of laying things out, furniture covers, etc had been done for the basement and all three upper floors of the house.  So I chatted with the two guys I don’t know as well for a bit, with Zane for a little bit more and then went up to the third floor to nap until the start time.  I knew it would be a late night and I had started the day at an ungodly hour…

 

 An Hour and a Half to Start Time

I am lying on the only bed on the top floor.  There is a sling here, too.  The lights have a rheostat and are dimmed low and rather red.  Zane has been up here fiddling with coordinating the house music off his computer.  But he’s gone now.  I am floating on that edge of being awake and fully going under.  I have taken my boots off and unbuttoned my jeans.

Maybe I drift away—for the next thing I know, Zane’s fragrant pit is covering my nose and mouth.  I lick it, automatically, before I’m fully awake.   He is straddling my chest—leaning forward, reveling in how my tongue is cleaning him. 

He moves, so we are mouth to mouth.  He whimpers as he tastes himself on my tongue.  His cock, under a bathrobe, grinds into my cock mound, only half hidden by my open Levi’s.  The kiss goes on for a long time.  I break it to sample his other pit.  He has been in the shower, but I am still getting the essence of Zane on my tongue.

We kiss again.  Slow and deep.  Zane breaks it this time as he unbuttons my shirt.  He opens it—and leans in.  He takes a deep breath.  A long sigh—and his tongue begins to work.  He laps at my right pit quite happily.

“Kiss me.”

He complies.  It’s another long, deep kiss that makes my cock mound in my underwear.  Zane reaches back and feels my hardening dick.

“Let me say hello…”  He moves down so he is sitting on my legs.  He carefully takes my cock out of my black underwear.  The head disappears into his mouth.  I close my eyes and let him suck me.  His tongue is busy, deep in my piss slit.  I squirm and he is suddenly chuckling.  He comes up and kisses me again. “I want to sit on that so bad—but I need to do another round in the shower.”  Another kiss—a peck good bye—and he stands up and leaves.  I close my eyes again, my cock hanging out…

*

I think I sleep.  At least for a moment.  My phone alarm goes off, telling me it’s time to change into what I’m wearing for the party.  I go down a flight.  I am spending the night in the guest room.  I strip and do a quick shower.  It’s a cool April night and I know the basement can be cold—so I opt for wearing my chaps.  I add a wrist cuff and leave the harness in my bag.  I stow all my clothes in the closet. I can hear the first guests arriving.

 

Hour One

I go down the stairs to the main floor.  There are men everywhere in states of undress.  Some are completely naked, but most sport a jock, a singlet, underwear or some piece of fetish attire.  I find a bottle of water and take a look around.  I am definitely among the eldest of the men.  I recognize a couple from the piss party who are around my age.  We chat for a bit.

A guy in his early 40’s parades in front of us.  He’s blond, with a reddish beard and a tight compact body.  He is in a leather jock and harness.  He looks at me, nods and goes around the corner to descend to the basement.  I excuse myself to the couple—who tell me to use him hard—and I go down the stairs.

The basement is dominated by a large double bed in the middle of the floor.  There is a sling on either side—both affixed from the rafters.  There is a twin mattress and a couch as other potential play areas.  At this moment, we are alone.

“Sir…”

“Boy…”

“I like your chaps.”

I thank him.  His eyes are all over my bulge.

“I bet you like this more…”  My hand cups my dick, growing under the stained fabric.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Show me.”  I point to the floor in front of me.  He kneels.  I pull his face into the jock pouch.  He does a quick intake of breath and lets it out slowly.  I let go.  He takes my cock out, looking at it, up and down, before it goes in his mouth.  He tries for a deep throat and gags on it.  The sound excites him.  He tries again and this time takes me to the hilt.  He pulls off me, with a sigh and begins sucking and licking the head. 

I am looking over his shoulder at a two tight, hairy ass cheeks.  I let him get my cock good and wet before I tell him to kneel on the big bed in the middle of the room.  I kneel and look at his twin mounds.  They are covered in that light blond hair you can only see up close.  I dive into his ass crack, spearing his pucker.  It gives way to me easily. 

“I want your cock in me, Sir.  And your load.”

I actually laugh at him—here we are the very first people to be playing, at a party that will last hours. 

“Eventually,” he adds, rather sheepishly. 

I drill into him, my tongue leaving behind trails of spittle.  I grease my dick with the merest gloss of lube.  I stand and insert.  He takes me like a pro.  He sighs and tells me to fuck him as hard as I want.

I start the thrusts.  Slow.  Deliberate. I slowly quicken the pace.  He yelps.  His arm flails out to grab one of the pillows on the bed.  He bites into it—and grunts out a litany of garbled fuck talk.  Hearing him makes me fuck him harder.  I slap his ass—the sound bouncing around the basement.

I stop fucking abruptly and pull out.  He spins around and cleans my cock.  He pulls off it, eyes shining and murmurs “Thank you, Sir” before he starts licking my balls…

 

There are many moods and scenes from the house party.  I am in a very busy time frame in my regular life—but I will try to publish one daily. There were over 90 people there—and, no, I didn’t play with them all.  But I did more than my share…

Packing for CLAW

I ran out of time to write today.  I hope to get to it tomorrow before I leave for CLAW and Cleveland.  Or perhaps I can  in my down time once I’m there.

So in honor of the leather weekend to come, here is a picture I have never used on FMSOTS—from back when,  gasp, I was afraid to show my whole face.

Photo Shoot Outtakes

I have been cleaning and organizing.  I opened the picture files from the photo shoot I did with an acquaintance (who told me he had worked for Colt.)  I was surprised at how many pictures I have never used on here. 

Some certainly were from the fact that early on I was afraid of using my face.

 And he really wanted ass shots.  (He’s a top, after all.)  Well, I think I have only shared one other of those before.

They have served me extremely well over the years.

This sequence ends with this familiar one…that is all over the internet…

Leather Pride

I am ball bustingly busy at work.  I am not finding the time I need to write. 

So let’s be whimsical…

A friend—the one who took many of the pictures of me in leather—had too much time on his hands and got creative with Photo Shop.

My dick at full mast—sporting the leather flag:

Reunion

West Michigan—May, 2015

He made me feel small. 

No, not down there. 

Derrick is maybe four inches taller, a good 6’ 7” and a probably a 100 pounds heavier.  Lots of facial hair.  A true bear of a man.  And an adept fisting top.  We’d met over 12 years ago when I was playing at parties hosted by a couple in Indiana.  I was still naïve enough to not recognize the signs of drug use.  Well, I knew the couple and some of the other participants were using—but not to what degree.  Derrick and I weren’t there for the “favors,” we were there to use their holes—and we did.  And we didn’t need or want drugs to do it.  We both stopped going after the night we found the couple’s kitchen floor awash with blood from a botched slam.

We tried a meet once on our own soon after that night.  He had a Victorian house with a very well equipped playroom.  But I was still a rather fumbling novice to what two tops could do with each other.  He used some electro play on me, sucked my dick, and gave me some piss.  I sucked his cock, pissed on his cock and ass crack.  I cleaned him up, spending a lot of time tonguing his ass.  He asked to be fucked.  I did, but it was a rather limp, condomed fuck.  I couldn’t wrap my head around this man bottoming and my dick went right along with me.

We met socially once, years later.  We compared notes—I’d lost my life partner and he’d gained one.  We talked of a meet in passing—one of those things you say and wonder if you will really do.

Then he joined Recon.  We found each other there.  We talked.  And talked.  We were in tune.  I had changed so much.  I had so much more experience.  I knew my way around a playroom now.  I was fucking bare.  I now understood how men I perceived as tops can melt when they are around my cock. 

And I wanted his boy.  Well, us sharing his boy.  But his boy was traveling for work.  Should the two of us meet and test the waters?  Well, fuck, yes…

It’s a new house—huge and set in the woods.  All windows and tree lined vistas.  We go to the playroom—there is even more gear now, hanging from the walls.  I have brought the one thing he doesn’t own:  a rimseat.

I go out in the hallway to change into my jock, harness and chaps.  He’s in the same.  We sit on a couch for a moment.  We talk—a little catch up.  And then a kiss.  A kiss that is intense and erects both of us—our dicks contorting our jocks.  I stand up and feed him my cock—with Derrick still sitting on the couch.  He’s a good cock sucker.  He can take me without teeth—always a good sign.  I pull him up and kiss him again.  I can’t get enough of his tongue and mouth. 

I kneel and take his much more modest sized dick deep into my throat.  He begins a slow fuck of my mouth.  My cock responds by producing bead after bead of pre-cum.

“Let me eat your ass.”

He doesn’t have to ask twice.  I raise the seat for him and let him lie down.  I sit gingerly.  His beard grinds into me.  Fuck!  No wonder my boys love my facial hair.  It adds a whole layer of sensation to the rim job.  Derrick is already prodding at my tight hole, massaging it into a more relaxed opening.  I huff some poppers.  And his tongue hits home.  Christ.  It feels like he is incredibly deep in my butt.  I stop jacking my dick and give myself over to his tongue and beard.

He eats me for hours.  Well, it can’t be, but it feels like it.  Then we trade off.  I get under the seat, my ass still alive with all the pleasure his face and tongue have given me.  I can’t wait to do the same to him.  When he sits, it’s a tight seal—something I love.  I have to breathe by turning slightly to the side, but I love working his butt with my tongue until I have almost run out of air.

We only stop because he has a load of piss to feed me.  Kneeling in front of him.  Drinking it down.  No stops—no easy squirts—just an open the pipe and dump the entire bladder.  I am breathless when he finally is done.  And my cock is fuckin’ rampant.

“In the sling.  I need to fuck.”

Derrick is in it in no time.  I lick at his ass briefly, but my dick wants to fuck him.  And fuck him right this time—hard and bare.  I enter him slowly—but he takes me easily.  I love the look on his face—a mixture of lust and disbelief that my cock is finally back in him.  I rattle the chains with a blistering fuck.   Then slow it down. I pull myself out, leaving just the head of my dick in him.  I grind the full length into him as slowly as I can—ending with a lean across him and a kiss.  I buck my hips ever so slightly, our mouths still connected.  I feel him shudder under me.  I straighten up and build to a fuck as hard as the first.

****

I’m on break—but not really.  I have just pissed a flowing river over the ass crack I have been fucking.  I grind my tongue into his sodden hole.  Derrick welcomes my piss dripping beard for another kiss when I’m done cleaning up his hole.  Then I repeat the piss and the clean up on his nipples.  Piss.  Lick.  Piss.  Clean.  Kiss.  And the other side.  And even better, his pits.  They are fragrant and acrid from the work out.  Piss on them.  And lick them clean.  And a kiss.  Neither of us can get enough of his natural smell.

I fuck him a little more.  But then I really do need a break.

“Get in the sling,” he tells me. 

And we spend a blissful 30 minutes sharing the taste of my body on his tongue:  Ass, nipples, cock, pits—all flavors brought to my mouth by his.

We both know we need to end it.  We have to work tomorrow.  “You want my load?” I ask, getting out of the sling.

“Fuck, yes.  I wanted it last time.”

Derrick takes my place in the sling.  I piss a little on his crack and push right in.

“Give it to me.  I want you to…”

I am fucking hard.  It will take no time at all.  I bend to taste his mouth once more.  It’s all it takes—I am bucking my seed into him as deeply as I can.

“Don’t pull out.”  I have no plans to.  I straighten up, so Derrick can touch his cock.  He jerks it just a few strokes and sends ribbons of jizz across his chest and abdomen.  I bend.  Taste it.  Then mash the rest of it between our chests as I kiss him again.  His arms hold me in place.

I’m not going anywhere.

*****

We are at the door.  Fully dressed.

“Next time,’ he tells me, “we’ll add my Cub.

I like that idea.  But we did just fine on our own.

The Cellar

Toronto—August, 2013

My trip to Canada was almost over.

Each morning that I was in the Niagara area, I would finish breakfast and go to the public library to take advantage of their internet connection.  There was never anyone online in that area, but guys from Toronto would often chat with me.  There was one man who struck up a conversation with me each morning.  He was fascinated by my screen name and wanted to meet, so I could put both the felching and the pissing into action.  In his hole. 

We had talked enough that I broke down and said I would go home (out of my way) back through Toronto.  He didn’t want to piss at his apartment, so I suggested we meet at the Cellar, the sleaziest of the bathhouses.  He agreed.  I finished up in Niagara by late afternoon, and arrived in TO right on time at 8:00pm.

 

It’s dark in the corridors—so dark I can barely see.  I wind through the dingy halls, turn a corner and finally find my room.  It’s small with the regulation bed, locker and a shuttered gloryhole in the door.  The grilled window in the top of the door, reminding me of a 1920’s speakeasy, is open.  I leave it.  I know I’ll want to show off tonight.

I change into my harness and combat boots.  I’ve told him he’ll find me by the yellow jock.  I arrange my swelling, cock ringed dick into the distended pouch.  I add the leather wrist band to my left wrist.  I get out my travel lube and stick it in the waistband of my jock.  I leave the poppers on the shelf by the bed.  I lock the locker and head out to find the eager Hole.

He’s not there.  I check the time.  He’s 30 minutes late.  I sigh.  And turn my attentions to who has come out on a Thursday night.  Not very many, it turns out.  On a quick cruise through the halls I count about eight men. 

I go to the back hallway.  There is not a trace of light.   I feel my way along the back wall until I bump into someone.  A totally anonymous hand squeezes the bulge in my jock.  I reach out and find a nipple, then it slips away as the mystery man kneels.  He pulls my jock to one side and takes me to the root.  Christ, he’s good.  It’s perfect suction, the perfect amount of tongue.   I find his ears, hold him in place and fuck into his mouth.  He grunts his satisfaction.

Other men reach for me.   I have hands on my chest.  Another on my ass.  I bat away the finger that is trying to squirm up my ass.  A mouth is on my right nipple.  He kisses his way down to kneel beside the cocksucker.  I pull out of one mouth and plunge it into the other.  This new guy is not as good, but I spend quite some time pulling it out of one mouth and feeding it to the other.  The best moment is feeding it to the great cock sucker and letting the other man work on my balls.

When I don’t shoot, the guys eventually move on.  I make a circuit of the facility and end up back in the hallway.  It’s still deserted.  I see a flicker of light in front of me.  A man has opened a gloryhole from his room.  I move forward.  I shove my cock through it.  I am instantly swallowed.  Oh, yeah.  It’s the great cocksucker.  Of course he’d ask for the only room that has a gloryhole opening to the dark area.

We play off and on for most of the night.

There are new arrivals. 

I jerk in wide open video area.  I have several mouths taste my cock out in the open.

I work a public gloryhole sucking two different cocks.

Then the right man walks in.  I don’t see him until he emerges from his room.  His boots clomp toward the video area where I am sitting.  He is mid-30’s, with strong, sharp features and closely cropped dark hair.  He is dressed in chaps and harness.  His biceps are the size that makes me feel weak.  Our eyes lock.  I get up and go to my room.  He follows me. 

We kiss, leaving the door open.  He begins chewing my pits, made fragrant from all the play.  Then it’s back to kissing me with that acrid taste on his tongue. 

“Get on the bed,” I say hoarsely.

He does.  On all fours.  His full ass perfectly framed by the chaps.  I kneel behind him and sink my face into that ass. It’s totally hairless.  I dig into his pucker.  He groans.  I grab the poppers off the shelf and toss them to him.  I can hear him huff and I drill my tongue as deep as possible into him.

I stand up and slap his ass with my cock.  “Wait,” he grunts out.  I stop.  “I want to eat your hole first.”  I pull him up.  We kiss.  He loves the taste of his ass on my tongue.  He pushes me down on the bed, on my back.  My feet rest flat against the wall.  He kneels and spits on my asshole.  He scoops it up and swallows it down.  It’s my turn to huff the poppers.  His tongue drills me.  I go very verbal, calling him names and telling him to eat me.  Faces appear at the door to stroke and watch.

My partner stands up.  He has a raging hard-on.  For a moment I think he wants to fuck me.  But he pulls me up and kisses me.  Then he whispers in my ear, so the guys watching can’t hear.  “Fuck me raw—but cum on my face.”

I nod.  He gets back on all fours.  I rim briefly, but I want into his ass.  It doesn’t disappoint.  He’s hot and wet.  And tight.  He squeezes down.  I wonder if I’m going to be able to keep my promise to not shoot up his hole.  I press into him slowly.

“Fuck him,” says someone in the door.

I start my accelerated fuck.  He is groaning, hitting the poppers.  His hard cock is being worked by his hand. 

I fuck him hard.  The guys in the door egg us on.

It’s by chance that I notice that he’s shot all over the floor of my room and on the toe of my boot.    He wiggles out from under me and flips onto his back.  He spins around, so his head is under my cock.  I push my cock, which was moments ago in his ass, into his mouth.  His drooling dick, spits more cum into his pubes.  I pull out of his mouth and jerk.  The first splatter hits his chest, but the next one I can direct into his wide open mouth.  I cover his nose, chin, and tongue.

I lean against the wall, my lungs gasping for air.  My partner sits up, looks at me and brings his cummy mouth to mine.  We kiss.

I look over by the door.  No one is there now.   But there are two distinct pools of cum on the black linoleum.

CLAW--Warehouse Party Number One--Loads and Loads of FFun

Cleveland—April, 2013

I arrived later than I hoped.

I did a morning of work.  Then, on the way out of state, I stopped by to see my Dad in his assisted living facility.  It was hard to get away—and it was suddenly a full hour later than I planned to hit the road.  I drove through rain.  I drove through freezing rain.  I drove through blinding sun. 

And I got to Cleveland at rush hour. 

I’m at the overflow hotel this year.  It took me an hour to get from the expressway exit down seven blocks to the Hampton what with rush hour, a ball game jamming the stadium, and Ninth Street being torn up.  And the valet parking stand being constantly full.

But I have a great room.  A king sized bed with plenty of room for the sling and rimseat—though my hotel play will be limited with my early departure.

I walked over to register at the main hotel.  The Hilton is swarming with hot men in hides.  I buy my play party tickets and some day passes to get around the hotel.  Getting here so late, has cut into any opportunity to play before the Recon/Reflex party.  I have a late dinner, nap a little and get dressed.  Tonight it’s chaps, harness and boots.  I cover it all with my flight suit, to get out of the hotel with a level of modesty though it molds to my slight ass and mounds to perfection over my fat cock.  The young woman at the reception smiles appreciatively—the power of a man in uniform.

I go in the back entrance of the warehouse at Flex.  I prove I’m over 21—do ya think?  I give them my ticket and head upstairs.  I shuck my flight suit.  It’s early—though the party started an hour ago, there are not many in the play space.

And what a change.  Gone are the cubicles made of opaque plastic.  The cubicles now are chicken wire, so you can see what is happening on all sides of you.  There is a large space for side by side crosses.  In each cubicle there is a fuck bench or a bondage table or a platform sling.  The watersports area is at the other end of the warehouse.  It’s nothing but a drain in the floor—but there is a shower up a few steps and with a plexi-glass wall towards the crowd---something that was sorely lacking last year.  By the door to the roof  there is a suspension chain.  The highlight, literally, is a canvas sling up a flight of stairs on a platform 6 feet in the air.  It is lit dramatically.  I wonder if anyone will be brave enough to use it.  Gone are the glory holes—and frankly—any dark corner to have sex.  I hope the guys will want to show off….

I sit on the steps that lead to the shower.  Sure enough guys need to piss.  The dungeon masters of the night have worked up a load. I hunker down.  A man well older than I, takes out his very average cock.  He gives me a long stream of piss down my throat.  It is very strong.  He’s been drinking some sort of hard liquor.  His partner does the same, though he can’t get much flow going.

I chat.  I let a couple of men suck me.

Then I see him on the other side of the WS area.  He’s as tall and lean as I am, maybe even half an inch taller.  He’s ten years younger, dressed in a harness, boots and a leather jock with yellow piping.  He wants piss but it’s all gone to me so far.  What he wants even more is my cock.  He hefts it as he passes by me and gets lost for a moment in the crowd.

When I find him again, he’s being fucked by a daddy with a long thin cock on one of the platform slings.  I watch, stroking.  Daddy takes a break.  I kneel and taste his ass.  His hole is wide open and delicious.  He groans loudly.  A crowd gathers.  I rise.

“You want this raw cock?” 

“Fuck, yeah.”

I enter his moist hole.  He clamps.

“Slow, man” 

I don’t push all the way in.  I fuck slowly.  He’s only taking three quarters of my cock.  He hits the poppers.  I give all of it to him.  He moans.  A hot man in this 30’s, in full leather pants and shirt, come over.  He encircles my cock with his hand.  I let him hold on to me as I continue to fuck.  Soon I let this younger guy taste the ass on my cock.  He does.  I pull him up to kiss.  Then push him down to rim the boy.  Then pull him up to kiss.  Leather Pants inserts my cock back into the boy.  This time I fuck him hard.  He finally asks for a break.  This time the he cleans himself off my cock. 

We meet up continually for the first half of the night.  Fuck a little and move on to other things.

I get a huge, great tasting piss load (gin and tonic) from a new arrival—angering the cute piss boy who has commandeered all the other piss for the evening.

My pits are worked over by a hot man with a long beard.  We exchange blow jobs.  He delights what I do with my tongue on his thick PA.

I share that first boy’s hole with another daddy with a long thin cock.  He thinks it odd I want his cock in my mouth right after he’s done fucking.  He lets me—and then can’t get enough of shoving it in the boy’s hole and then into my mouth.  Repeat and repeat and repeat.  Then he strokes as he watches me stand up, and fuck the boy silly.

Leather pants sucks me for a while—and says he didn’t clean out.  Look for his ass tomorrow.

The first boy and I decide to show off.  The floggers are making loud cracks next to us as we mount the stairs to the canvas sling.  He gets in. I kneel and eat him out.  I look down—all eyes are on us.  I rise.  I push into him.  Slowly.  He groans, loud enough to be heard throughout the room.

“Now fuck me.” 

I do.  Hips smacking his slender butt.  He groans again and takes a hit.

I fuck and fuck.  I dip down to make a show of tasting his used ass, then insert my drooling cock back into him.  He can’t take it deep for long.  I’m back to just three quarters of my cock. 

We separate again. 

We meet up once more as he bends over to take three of us.  Then leaves early as he feels his clean out going bad. 

I suck a thick, uncut cock.  He’s been watching me fuck all evening and has finally pulled it out.

I piss on a new boy---letting it cover his body from neck to cock and back again.

It’s late now. The bar has closed.  A new pig has arrived—a good looking cub.  I see him getting fucked on one of the rigid platform slings.  He takes a young man’s load as I approach.  The top moves off and I move in.  I taste the load, but leave most of it in place.  I enter him.  Around us are the thick, uncut daddy, a black top and a cub—all stroking. 

I fuck in the load.

Then the uncut daddy.

Then the cub.  He  unloads in the boy.

I clean him off and eat a huge amount of cum out of the pig.  I fuck him.

Uncut daddy takes a turn and creams him.

Another cock goes up the pig as I clean off uncut daddy.  I look down, and groveling below me, the new piss boy is suckling on my cock.  I let him.  Then get him up and make him felch a little.  He snow balls it to me.

I keep fucking the pig, all frothy from the loads.  He is loving it. 

Another shaved headed man gives him a load, climbing right up on the suspended platform to fuck him.  I eat that out. 

We are practically the only men left in the warehouse.  I fuck.  It’s time to load him.

“You want another load?”  I beat my swollen cock on his balls.

“Fuck yes.”

“This will be five.”

“And I started with four loads down in the bar.”  No wonder he tasted so good when we started.

I fuck. Eat.  Fuck.  Shoot.  It’s a load I’ve worked up with 4 hours of play.  I collapse onto the pig.

I eventually clean him up a little.

“Put your fingers in me.”

I do.  Two, then three, then four.

“Fist me.”

I add the thumb.  I just push slightly.  I have never used so much cum to fist.  I slip right in.  The pig wants to piss himself, but can’t quite get there.  I slowly start to open my hand inside him.  The cum lets me slide deeper.  I pull my wrist cuff off so I can go deeper still.  I do.  A look of utter bliss crosses the pig’s face. 

A perfect end to a great night.

Happy Halloween

 

Since I don't have any pictures of me fisting a pumpkin,

 or putting a new spin on bobbing for apples...

 

This is an out take from the first leather photo shoot I did with a f-bud/friend. 

 

He works professionally within the the porn industry, taking stills for a very well known company.

 

It amuses him to shoot me when he's in Michigan.

 

The payment for this shoot was simply for me to drink his load of piss...

 

He seems to have liked it...

 

Happy Halloween!

 



Feeling Leatherish

A reader wrote me last night that he would really like to see a new picture.

Who am I to say No?

So, here it is.

Now, knowing something about this man,

he'd be right there in front of me,

kneeling,

and peeling back the cod piece

 to let my cock jump out for his waiting mouth...

New Year's Eve Cum...and a coda

Chicago--January, 2012

By 1:00am guys are getting off and leaving. They have been going at it for three hours. I am busy cleaning up many holes--as dripping cocks are pulling out of creamed asses. Brice, the former title holder, keeps beckoning me over to lick him clean. His hairy ass is currently matted with fresh cum from the pierced Black top. Mark, my piss pig friend and the oldest guy there, is in an amazing dog pile on the bed. Guys are standing in line to use him. He constantly has a cock in his mouth. Rod, the big dicked host is up him. Juan, my load collector, has flipped into top mode and is fucking Rod as Rod fucks Mark. It sends Rod over the edge. I watch Juan pull out, and clean Rod’s cock and felch his load. But not for long. He rises and is up Mark’s slippery chute. I want to be there. But the short black top has other ideas.

He pulls me into the shower area, away from everyone else.

“I don’t think I can drink much more piss.”

He shakes his head. “Suck me off.”

I start to. His cock is fresh from some hole. I clean it. I milk it. My tongue constantly moving around his dripping piss slit.

But he’s not as ready as he thought. I work and work at it.

He’s trying too hard. I switch to licking his balls as he jerks. They have pulled up. I think this might be it. But no.

He pulls me up. “Stick your cock in my ass.” He has not taken cock all night. He bends, holding onto the sink. I kneel and spit on his hole. I stuff some of it in with my tongue. I rise, put m cock head on it, and start to apply pressure.

He shoots.

With just the idea of me up there…

He grabs a towel, so I can’t even clean him off. Though the white cum on his ebony cock is gorgeous.

I go out to the main area, leaving him to wash up. Brice is in my sling. The gorgeous Hispanic with the massive shoulder tat is fucking him. I stand and watch. Carlos is pulling excess cum out of Brice on every stroke. I work myself under the sling so my face is inches from his pistoning cock. I lick the underside on the out strokes. I lick the lower edge of Brice‘s puffy hole. It’s great, but cramped and I can’t linger for long. I roll out, stand and stick my cock up Carlos. I think he loves to be sandwiched like this more than anything. It gives him the best of both sensations. I let him control the strokes. I stand rigid. He fucks into Brice and pulls back onto me. He is breathing heavy after a couple minutes of this.

“Load me.” It’s Brice. “Fill me up, stud.”

Carlos shoots. He bends forward. Brice’s arms hold him. I pull out. I lick the hole I just fucked. Carlos is shaky, but rises and eases his dick out of Brice. I lick it clean, concentrating on getting under the foreskin. He pats me on the head, then turns it toward Brice’s hole. Jeez. There is cum, clinging to his hairy ass, everywhere. I lick all around his hole, not knowing who’s cum I’m swallowing. I dive into the hole. Now Brice is vocal as I ram my tongue into his abused ass. He pushes a wad of it out onto my waiting tongue. Fuck!

I stand and enter him roughly. I think I yell “Fuck” as I unload into him. It’s my turn to pitch forward. Brice holds on to me. And holds. His arms stay in place for long minutes, keeping my cock marinating in his hole. But I’m in no hurry to go anywhere…

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I’m in bed in the guest room/office. I have made regular trips to the bathroom to piss, (surprising the recently adopted cat) but have slept soundly even for the interruptions. I have my leather blindfold on to cut out the light and ear plugs jammed in my ears. It’s still early. I feel weight on the bed. Then arms holding me. A semi erect cock is in my ass crack as he cradles me from behind. I’m sure it’s Rod. I don’t feel much chest hair on my back.

He’s talking in a low voice but I can’t hear. I dig out a plug. “I said I wanted to thank you for the load you left up Brice. We went to sleep as soon as we hit the bed, but 30 minutes later I was awake and eating your load out of him. Then I fucked one of my own up him.” He squeezes me. It’s been so long since I’ve been held like this--but I get rid of that thought fast.

He goes on to ask if the cat joined me in any of my piss runs last night. I guess the cat often pisses right along with the guys in his litter box next to the toilet. Now I know why the cat bears my first name…and I’m honored...

New Year's Eve Free For All

Chicago--December, 2011

New Year’s Eve. I’m not sure where to begin. It was a party that was so satisfying I didn’t want sex for two full days. It was 16 guys who were there to have a great time. And to have a great time with as many of the guys as they possibly could. I knew about half of them from previous Chicago events. Juan, my load collecting Hispanic bottom who went with me to Cum-Union, was there with his boyfriend. The gorgeous Hispanic with the large shoulder tattoo, who was at the December piss party, was one of the first to arrive. A fist and cum whore I’d worked over during other trips was the first to get a cock up his butt. My f-bud Mark, the piss addict from Michigan, arrived early. I have detailed how he got fucked by Rod, one of the hosts, at the December piss party. Rod’s partner, Brice, is mostly bottom, at least at these kind of events. He is a one time Leather title holder and it shows. They are both nice guys and fucking animals in the playroom. Also in attendance were two mixed race couples who all started the night as tops and became versatile as the evening progressed. I think there were 5 of us who were top only and the other 11 were versatile. Truly versatile. Everyone fucked someone at some time or another. There was no linear progression to the evening. Perhaps the way to begin are a few snapshots of moments throughout the night.　

I get there early. Four hours before the guests arrive at 10:00 pm. I’ve brought the sling and the rim seat. The hosts have two slings already up. We set up my stand so it’s at a ninety degree angle to one of the others, so tops can go back and forth easily between bottoms. The rim seat goes right next to it. Seeing mine, Rod gets his out of the cupboard. The room is dominated ay a double bed pulled into the center of the room so we can fuck from all four sides. A large screen TV is prepped and ready for porn.

I nap.

About 9:15 I get up, wash up and dress in leather. It’s that kind of night. And it’s still a little cold in the basement playroom. I hear Mark arrive as I’m zipping up the inseam of my chaps. I make my way downstairs. We’ve started. I find the fist pig slurping on a broad shouldered (and thick cocked) top. I pull out my cock, stroke it to hardness and present it to the bottom. He happily goes back and forth between the two of us. Mark is soon there and adding his big cock--so the bottom is ringed by three extra large cocks, all slapping at his ears or the back of his head if we aren’t being serviced. Soon I push him forward onto the floor. He waits there, ass in the air, as I tell the top to fuck him. With a little spit applied to his cock, the top pushes on home. Mark and I kiss deeply as we continue to have our cocks sucked by someone new. When the top pulls out of fist pig, I get him up and have him lean on a table. It’s Mark’s turn up him. He fucks. But not for long, then I slip in. No one is cumming. There are no minute men here. It’s all about moving to the next hole, the next mouth.

The bed has become a focal point. We have fours bottoms, one on each side. Each is getting plowed hard. Juan never gets off his knees for the first hour. He takes every man but two in the room. In rotation. I eat hole and prep it for the next cock, moving around the circle of hot, moist flesh. The tops move from ass to ass. I rise and shove home into Rod, the host. Then the Hispanic, then Juan, then his boyfriend. These guys know each other, and many sandwich the versatile guys while they fuck. The Hispanic loves to fuck as he has his ass full. When he slips into Juan, I leave Rod to a new arrival and insert my thick cock up that hot Hispanic ass. I stand still and let him piston into Juan and get my cock on the back stroke. After awhile I push him forward a little and fuck him hard enough that it sends him driving into Juan as well. The fist pig is down under my legs, licking my balls. I pull out and let him clean my cock. Then he clean the Hispanic’s cock. And finally Juan’s hole. I lean down and kiss him, tasting us all on his tongue.

Someone tells the new guys my screen name. At different points in the night, two or three of them tap me on the shoulder and save a trip to the urinal. In turn, I recycle it all and make sure the fist pig has an extra long drink before midnight. He slurps noisily and attracts a small crowd. The buff black top lets fly with a piss load the moment mine is done. It lands squarely in his mouth. Pig gasps, but he takes it all.

Holes are being eaten.

Cocks are sucked or milked by hot asses.

A fist disappears up Brice, the co-host.

The first load is shot by a balding man who has stroked all night. He’s been following the action, but not doing anything else. When he‘s close he finds Rod, puts him in my sling and fucks him for three minutes and delivers a gusher. I am eating black ass on the couch and hear him shoot. Rod gets out of the sling takes me by the arm and leads me to the rim seat.

“Get under.”

I do. He sits.

It’s a huge load. Three days worth, I’m told later by the proud top. And he can do it two more times that night--Stroke, then fuel inject Rod.

At some point, the shorter black top pulls me aside and says he wants to see me fuck his boyfriend. I find him fucking Juan. I tell him I’ve been sent to open his hole. He is cute, younger than many in the room and has been fucking up a storm. He looks at me. He looks over at his Boy Friend. “Sling,” he says. He looks down at my hard cock. “And poppers.”

I get him into the sling. I eat his hole as I hear the hosts pop a champagne cork. Glasses are being passed.
Rod says that old chestnut about what ever you are doing at midnight, you’ll be doing the rest of the year. I look down at the cute man in the sling. I smile. And push my big fat cock into top ass…

More to cum…

Picture #7

I'm home in Michigan.

I have a number of Nashville stories to tell.

Far happier than the last.

I just ran out of time today.

So I'm hoping my cock will do...

A Thanksgiving Journey

Nashville--November, 2011

I spent Thanksgiving at a Waffle House. That was not a bad thing. After dinner, the hook up sites were a little slow with the holiday. A ginger haired cub though, wanted too get a chance to do some kink play he rarely gets to do in this city. I set up the sling and rimseat. He arrived exactly at the agreed on time, looked hotter than his pictures and was kissing me as soon as we were inside the door…　

I pull out of the kiss. He’s perfect for what I need tonight. Furry, a few extra pounds, and he looks great in his leather harness and white, but stained jock. Combat boots complete his ensemble. I’ve pulled out the chaps, harness and boots myself. He is looking as hungrily at me as I him. We kiss again. Long. Forceful. I put a hand on his shoulder. He kneels and begins inhaling the scent from my jock. The yellow one he’d asked me to wear.

“Damn, it smells hot.”

“I don’t think I’ve worn it since the piss party.”

He’s busy nuzzling my balls. He pulls them out and licks them. My cock grows, pushing against the fabric.

“You are fuckin’ big.”

I don’t answer, just pull the jock back and stick my cock in his mouth. He moans and takes me to the root. Easily. With the perfect amount of suction and tongue. He stays down in place. Then comes up for air. He’s back down. I hold his head there for a moment--just a couple of seconds longer than he expects. He comes up gasping for air. And loves it. We repeat. And again. I kneel in front of him and kiss him, swirling my tongue through the large amount of spit and precum in his mouth. I take most of it into mine. And spit it into his open mouth. He loves that, too. Our eyes connect. We both know this is going to be a good match up.
Soon I taste his cock, collect the precum. I push him onto the bed and push it into his hole. He tastes great. I rim happily with him on all fours.

“Rim seat?”

I nod and get under it. His hole opens up and the precum and spit I’ve gotten up there rolls out. I force it back in. He huffs poppers. I eat his hole hungrily. It widens more.

“Please, Sir. May I eat your ass?”

We change places. I can’t remember when I have felt as talented a tongue on my ass. He’s all over it. The cheeks, the crack, the hole. And he goes deep. He is moaning. And telling me I taste wonderful. I sit back, reminding myself I don’t always have to be in charge--be the active participant. I let him go on and on. Telling him how good he makes me feel.

Soon, though, I rise. I pull him up. We kiss. Hungry to taste each other’s asses on our tongues. I get him into the sling. My cock slaps against his hole.

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

But I don’t, I just tease his hole with the head of my cock. I work it in. I smear precum on his hole. I push that in with my index finger not my cock. I pull it out of his ass and make him lick it. He gets harder, if that’s possible. My cock is right in line with his hole. And I piss. Just a quick spurt.

“Damn!”

I do it again. And lick it off. I hold it in my mouth, rise, pull down his chin and spit it in his mouth.

“Feed me piss.”

I do, but not how he expects. I move around to the side of the sling. He opens his mouth expectantly. I piss on his right armpit. I lean over, guzzle the sweet, salty mix off him. And spit it in his mouth. Again. And spit. I move around to the other side and coat the other pit. This is making him pre-cum like the cliched faucet. I scoop some of that up, taste it, swirl it in my mouth and spit that into his mouth, too. Finally I give him what he wants and empty the rest of my bladder down his throat. The arc of piss looks as hot as it tastes. He gasps and swallows. And only when I’ve shaken the last drop on his chest do I go around and push my cock up his hole.

“Take it, boy.”

“Yes, Sir,” he moans, “Yes, SIR!” as I hit home.

His ass is hot and clingy. I fuck slowly. Soon I’m standing still and pulling the sling to me.

“Are you gonna piss my ass, Daddy? Please, Daddy. Let me taste my hole, first.”

I slowly come to a halt, pull out and bring my cock to his face. He lovingly cleans it off. The sounds of pleasure he makes get me even harder. I slip back into his ass.

“Fuck my mancunt.”

I do. Hard and fast. I’m driving into him with fury I didn’t know I had in me. He babbles more. Telling me how good it feels, how I can do anything to him.

Eventually I slow and stop. I catch my breath. Kneel to taste what I’ve done to his hole.

And I’ve gone too deep. I send him to the shower. I recline in the sling, watching the Dick Wadd video until he returns. I start to get up, and he pushes me right back in place, and hooks my ankles into the stirrups. He kneels. His tongue snakes out. He tosses me poppers and I depart to some other planet as he rims me again. This boy is talented. I stroke. And stroke. I’m actually close to cumming. He rises up. He licks the precum off my dick and trots around to the side of the sling to kiss me. Jesus, it’s good. The mingling of tastes with the kiss is incredible.

We change places. I fuck. I know I’m going to felch this load for him. He wants it so much. His ass is feeling great. Slick, tight, ready for my cum.

“Breed me.”

I slow, stoop to rim--and disaster. His last clean out triggered more of the same.

We pause. He’s gone a long time.

He slowly comes into the room.

“I can’t keep clean. We better stop.”

We hug. He tries to just blow me. No luck. Something in the air is gone.

I hug him again--telling him how I really am about the journey not the destination. I say it convincingly.

Almost.

And I really do believe that hackneyed phrase.

But God, I wanted to whitewash that boy’s insides.