Grand Rapids--November, 2011
It had been a busy week--the Halloween bookstore fuck, the motel five-way, the surprise visit by Dean. I had spoken with a fuck bud I had not seen in several years, though we’d talked a lot online. He wanted to get seeded on Saturday night. He suggested we meet up where we had initially met, at the bathhouse in Grand Rapids. It had been awhile since he’d been fucked, so he wanted to get some cock in his hole before he took me on. Anyone who’s been reading any of these entries, know how much I despise sloppy thirds. Yeah, right. It sounded like a great plan. “And we turn the clocks back tonight, I reminded him. We have another hour to fuck.”
I arrive on time. It’s been almost a year since I’ve been here. The bathhouse is definitely showing it’s age. It’s had some new paint on the walls, covering the worst of the 1970’s color scheme. I walk down the carpet that needs a good shampooing. That’s right. It was here that I got into the habit of leaving my boots on for sex in the tubs. I have a quick flash of memory--this was my first bathhouse, my first sling, my first group bigger than a three-way. Downstairs is a TV lounge, a series of small rooms, showers, sauna and restrooms. Larger rooms are down another corridor. Upstairs is where the action happens--at least for me--the sling, more porn, a series of couches and mattresses for public play and a glory hole area.
I strip down in my room. I add the usual jock, wristband and get those boots back on. Harry is here. He’s late 30’s or early 40’s. A shaved head, decently muscled and with more tattoos than anyone I know this side of Chris Neal. His ink is not all related, but it seems to be by the same artist, so it really works for him and as a whole.
“No one is here!” He is not pleased. There are a few guys around, but nothing like the crowd we were used to when we met. We go up the stairs but we are met by a good looking young man coming down. I continue up, but Harry does a u-turn and follows the meat. I look around at all the play areas. No one is doing anything. Two men are half heartedly jerking to the porn on the TV upstairs. I sit on one of the couches, making sure the towel I’ve draped on my shoulder comes down for me to sit on. Neither seem to even register that I’m there. I wait around, knead my cock thru the jock, and eventually head downstairs. I check into the lounge. Eventually I’m joined by Harry on the couch there.
“I just got fucked by that straight guy.”
“The one…” My hand makes a vague gesture toward the stairs.
“Yeah. He opened me up. But no cum.”
He begins playing with my cock. A bell must have gone off somewhere announcing someone was having public sex. An older man that Harry knows comes over and sticks his cock in Harry’s mouth. Another guy who’d been lounging get up and jerks. He eventually offers me his dick to suck. I lean forward. He just gets it into my mouth before he shoots. He smiles wanly and leaves for the night. The older man is now feeling up Harry’s hole. He slides his cock in and fucks Harry a few strokes, holding his legs high in the air.
“Let’s go to my room.”
The three of us troop off to Harry’s double bed. The man barely waits until I get the door closed before he bends Harry over the bed and is plowing him in earnest. I hold on to Harry, kneeling on the bed. He tries to suck me, but he is only thinking of his hole. Soon I’m on my back. The man pulls out, Harry moves to sit on my face. He knows just what I like. His hole tastes great after the two cocks. He moves down so he can sit on me. To his surprise, he sinks to the hilt.
“Shit. I’m looser than I thought.” I start to fuck. “Let’s go up to the sling.” So I stop after three thrusts.
And we head upstairs. Once securely in place, the older man slips his sizable cock back into Harry. He fucks. I clean his cock and lick Harry‘s hole. I fuck. We attract a crowd. I’m finally getting a chance to have sex. Harry calls a break.
He heads off. I get some poor head from one of the onlookers. It hurts. I stop him.
I watch porn. Harry returns. “I need to get out of here.” We’ve been there an hour and a half of our potential 13 hours. The “straight” guy is fucking someone I can’t see on one of the mattresses. I suggest we fuck next to them, thinking there might be some trade off. I get him on all fours, right next to the other couple. The top looks pleased. The bottom looks panicked. We fuck. Harry wants to ride me again. As I lay down, the bottom whispers something in the straight top‘s ear. They leave. Harry slides on my cock. He is loose now. So loose I can barely feel his ass. But he shoots a nice puddle of cum on my chest. He’s gone in less than two hours. Food winning over sex.
In the next 11 hours:
I give some fun head. The guy wants to be fucked. I take him to the sling. I go to rim---I can’t even get near his ass. I quietly suggest a shower and a cleanout. And never see him again.
I get some head from another. Fine, nothing earth shattering. He stops after 2 minutes, complaining I haven’t cum yet.
I sit in the sauna.
I look into a room. A tall thin guy beckons me in. We exchange blowjobs. He’s as long as I am, and can cut off my air when I deep throat him. He can just choke me down. He is insistent he is going to fuck me. I deflect him by eating his ass. He will not leave my hole alone with his bony fingers. I finally have to leave his room.
I know I should go home. But I don’t want to make the drive.
I watch porn. Stroking.
I watch porn. Not stroking.
I see a couple in the sling. I’m instantly hard. The top waves me to come on over. I get close enough for the bottom to grab my cock, wrench it out of my hand and pull it so forcefully towards his mouth I grunt in pain. And leave.
I find a man who’s idea of head is to get his teeth behind the helmet head of my cock, and pull it out of his mouth, his teeth raking my cock.
I go to my room and sleep.
I wake, groggily make it to the sauna and lie down on one of the benches.
A large man watches me and opens his towel as he stares at my bulge. I wait. Closing my eyes. And wait. Shit, he’s going to leave…No. A tentative hand on my thigh. I grunt. He opens the jock. My blueballed cock springs up. He runs his tongue over it. Nice. He sucks it, leaning over the bench. He’s great--even in that awkward position. I am pretty sure I can give him a load.
And he stops. Thanks me. And is out the door before I can sit up enough to say something.
Yup, it was one of those nights. The only bathhouse I know with a twelve hour limit. And tonight an extra hour to fuck-----no one….
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Wedding Band Fuckfest.
Close to home--November, 2011
“He wants you again,” typed Cam, the guy who’d asked me to go fuck his otter boy at the bookstore (see The Request). I asked him where. “I told him about your sling. It’s too far to drive him all the way to your playroom, though. Can you bring it to a motel?”
“Sure,” I typed back. “The usual one?” He said yes, and I went to pack it up and toss it in the back seat of the car…
I have the sling up. It’s tight, but we can still use the bed, too. Cam and I are stripping down. We are still waiting for the Boy.
“Oh, I invited a couple of other guys,” says Cam, folding his jeans.
“Oh?” I pull off my left boot. “Does the Boy know?”
“Yeah. He’s all for it. Jerry, the guy who fucked him with us last time and a younger guy I think you know.”
“K.”
“All bare. He wants no condoms this time.”
There are knocks at the door. I answer. They all troop in, having met in the parking lot.
Jerry is my age, with a few extra pounds, a true versatile. The younger top is a guy I only know as a bottom. He’s attractive, in his late 30’s and always beautifully dressed--but I’ve seen those expensive pants in a bunch around his ankles as he’s gotten fucked in two different bookstores. Cam is my age or older. He’s shorter, grayer and can fuck for as long as I can. The Boy is even cuter than I thought in the dark bookstore--mid to late 30’s, a true otter. He’s left a dark blue jock on.
The Boy flops down on the bed. It’s like a switch is thrown. Jerry straddles the Boy’s head and puts his cock in his mouth. The young top sucks the Boy, eventually lifting the Boy‘s legs to rim him. I eat the hole of the young top. Cam stands to the side and strokes. It soon becomes a true dog pile, arms and legs everywhere, tongues, mouths, hands, cocks and asses are stroked and licked or fingered.
The young top is up him first, taking him on all fours. Jerry is fucking Cam in the ass. The bottom’s heads meet in a ninety degree angle on the bed. I wiggle under the Boy, licking the cock that is plowing him. Soon I’ve taken over the Boy’s hole. He’s well lubed with lots of precum from the young top. I fuck deep. I see Jerry waiting, so I pull out and let him in. Then Cam. We’ve all left our mark on him. The young top spreads the full globes of the bottom’s ass as Cam pulls out. I dive in to taste the blend of four guy’s precum. It tastes incredible.
And it’s when I also notice the wedding ring on the young top’s hand. Matter of fact we are all sporting them. Jerry has a gold one as large as a tractor tire. Cam’s, too. The young top’s band is thinner. I have a signet ring on my finger, that always turns to look like a wedding band--which it might as well be. The other three men I know are married to women and look for mansex on the side. The Boy is truly living most bottom’s favorite scenario…
It’s sling time. I get him in. Jerry fucks him long and hard as I beat my cock on the Boy’s nipples. Behind us, Cam is fucking the young top. I clean Jerry’s cock, then slip my engorged meat up the boy. He’s still tight. I look down at him. He tightens, just to show me he’s paying attention--though often his eyes are closed, lost in sensation. I fuck. I make the chains rattle. The young top comes over. I pull out and he enters. The moment he starts, I know he’s going to cum fast. And he does.
“Where do you want it? In or on?” he pants.
My cock is in his mouth, but the boy says nothing. I’m not sure he’s even heard. So he gets a large, young load shot into his hole. And young top takes off to go pick up the kids…
I am all over his hole now--felching the load, sticking my cock up him to pull more out with my helmet of a cock head. Cam strokes from the bed.
“Hey,“ says Jerry, “leave some for me to fuck in.”
I slide out and take my creamy cock to the Boy’s mouth, as Jerry slides in.
“Fuck.”
I know just what he means. Fucking in cum is incredible. Soon Cam is over watching us. Jerry keeps pumping. I suggest we give the host a turn up his boy. Jerry reluctantly pulls out. I make it up to him by cleaning his cock. From the noises he makes I don’t know which he prefers--the creamy ass or my mouth suckling the cream off bright red dick.
Jerry goes back in next. He doesn’t ask. Just like last time, he cums without making a sound. I only know by watching his face. His eyes bunch shut for a moment.
“Felch it, man.” He steps back for me to get there. I go for his cock first. Once it’s shiny but clean, I dive in the hole. Cam moves behind me. He hold my head in place--then pushes me deeper into the slick ass. I can’t breathe. He knows it. He releases me just as a slight wave of panic hits.
Jerry’s gone when I surface. I get the boy down to stretch. Cam is lying on the bed. I lead the Boy over and sit him on Cam’s cock. I let them fuck for a minute, then slide in. For an instant we are double fucking, but Cam falls out. He’s not long enough to really anchor. I try again. A little more success, but then Cam plops out. I lie down next to Cam on the cheap motel sheets. The boy is riding him for all he’s worth. He slows, moves across and sits on my cock. He rides. Back to Cam. To me. And back. This time Cam shoots off. He holds the bucking boy in place to get his full load. The boy brings his dripping ass to my cock.
“No. My mouth.”
He straddles my face, facing my dick. He bends to stroke or suck me, but I pull him back upright. I want gravity to do it’s work. I’ve cleaned the outer ring, but not plunged deep with my tongue. It’s all I can do to not invade his ass with my tongue. But then it’s moving down his canal. Cam’s load. And the remnants of the other two. They combine into a heady cocktail. I moan. The Boy moans. I lick and clean his puffy hole. All the time I’ve been stroking--afraid the felching would make me shoot. I stop, lift him off my face slightly.
“Sit on my cock.”
He does. He needs to do no more than lower himself onto me and I’m shooting into his grasping ass.
“He wants you again,” typed Cam, the guy who’d asked me to go fuck his otter boy at the bookstore (see The Request). I asked him where. “I told him about your sling. It’s too far to drive him all the way to your playroom, though. Can you bring it to a motel?”
“Sure,” I typed back. “The usual one?” He said yes, and I went to pack it up and toss it in the back seat of the car…
I have the sling up. It’s tight, but we can still use the bed, too. Cam and I are stripping down. We are still waiting for the Boy.
“Oh, I invited a couple of other guys,” says Cam, folding his jeans.
“Oh?” I pull off my left boot. “Does the Boy know?”
“Yeah. He’s all for it. Jerry, the guy who fucked him with us last time and a younger guy I think you know.”
“K.”
“All bare. He wants no condoms this time.”
There are knocks at the door. I answer. They all troop in, having met in the parking lot.
Jerry is my age, with a few extra pounds, a true versatile. The younger top is a guy I only know as a bottom. He’s attractive, in his late 30’s and always beautifully dressed--but I’ve seen those expensive pants in a bunch around his ankles as he’s gotten fucked in two different bookstores. Cam is my age or older. He’s shorter, grayer and can fuck for as long as I can. The Boy is even cuter than I thought in the dark bookstore--mid to late 30’s, a true otter. He’s left a dark blue jock on.
The Boy flops down on the bed. It’s like a switch is thrown. Jerry straddles the Boy’s head and puts his cock in his mouth. The young top sucks the Boy, eventually lifting the Boy‘s legs to rim him. I eat the hole of the young top. Cam stands to the side and strokes. It soon becomes a true dog pile, arms and legs everywhere, tongues, mouths, hands, cocks and asses are stroked and licked or fingered.
The young top is up him first, taking him on all fours. Jerry is fucking Cam in the ass. The bottom’s heads meet in a ninety degree angle on the bed. I wiggle under the Boy, licking the cock that is plowing him. Soon I’ve taken over the Boy’s hole. He’s well lubed with lots of precum from the young top. I fuck deep. I see Jerry waiting, so I pull out and let him in. Then Cam. We’ve all left our mark on him. The young top spreads the full globes of the bottom’s ass as Cam pulls out. I dive in to taste the blend of four guy’s precum. It tastes incredible.
And it’s when I also notice the wedding ring on the young top’s hand. Matter of fact we are all sporting them. Jerry has a gold one as large as a tractor tire. Cam’s, too. The young top’s band is thinner. I have a signet ring on my finger, that always turns to look like a wedding band--which it might as well be. The other three men I know are married to women and look for mansex on the side. The Boy is truly living most bottom’s favorite scenario…
It’s sling time. I get him in. Jerry fucks him long and hard as I beat my cock on the Boy’s nipples. Behind us, Cam is fucking the young top. I clean Jerry’s cock, then slip my engorged meat up the boy. He’s still tight. I look down at him. He tightens, just to show me he’s paying attention--though often his eyes are closed, lost in sensation. I fuck. I make the chains rattle. The young top comes over. I pull out and he enters. The moment he starts, I know he’s going to cum fast. And he does.
“Where do you want it? In or on?” he pants.
My cock is in his mouth, but the boy says nothing. I’m not sure he’s even heard. So he gets a large, young load shot into his hole. And young top takes off to go pick up the kids…
I am all over his hole now--felching the load, sticking my cock up him to pull more out with my helmet of a cock head. Cam strokes from the bed.
“Hey,“ says Jerry, “leave some for me to fuck in.”
I slide out and take my creamy cock to the Boy’s mouth, as Jerry slides in.
“Fuck.”
I know just what he means. Fucking in cum is incredible. Soon Cam is over watching us. Jerry keeps pumping. I suggest we give the host a turn up his boy. Jerry reluctantly pulls out. I make it up to him by cleaning his cock. From the noises he makes I don’t know which he prefers--the creamy ass or my mouth suckling the cream off bright red dick.
Jerry goes back in next. He doesn’t ask. Just like last time, he cums without making a sound. I only know by watching his face. His eyes bunch shut for a moment.
“Felch it, man.” He steps back for me to get there. I go for his cock first. Once it’s shiny but clean, I dive in the hole. Cam moves behind me. He hold my head in place--then pushes me deeper into the slick ass. I can’t breathe. He knows it. He releases me just as a slight wave of panic hits.
Jerry’s gone when I surface. I get the boy down to stretch. Cam is lying on the bed. I lead the Boy over and sit him on Cam’s cock. I let them fuck for a minute, then slide in. For an instant we are double fucking, but Cam falls out. He’s not long enough to really anchor. I try again. A little more success, but then Cam plops out. I lie down next to Cam on the cheap motel sheets. The boy is riding him for all he’s worth. He slows, moves across and sits on my cock. He rides. Back to Cam. To me. And back. This time Cam shoots off. He holds the bucking boy in place to get his full load. The boy brings his dripping ass to my cock.
“No. My mouth.”
He straddles my face, facing my dick. He bends to stroke or suck me, but I pull him back upright. I want gravity to do it’s work. I’ve cleaned the outer ring, but not plunged deep with my tongue. It’s all I can do to not invade his ass with my tongue. But then it’s moving down his canal. Cam’s load. And the remnants of the other two. They combine into a heady cocktail. I moan. The Boy moans. I lick and clean his puffy hole. All the time I’ve been stroking--afraid the felching would make me shoot. I stop, lift him off my face slightly.
“Sit on my cock.”
He does. He needs to do no more than lower himself onto me and I’m shooting into his grasping ass.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Out of the Blue
The Playroom--November, 2011
I was sitting at the computer and typing an entry for the blog, when my phone bleated at me, announcing a text. It’s Dean, the leather top who needed me to help explore his bottom/sub side. He’s headed out of town for the weekend and my house would be right on the way. Did I have time to play? I typed three words: Yes. What time? He arrived on the dot, all smiles. We kissed. I led him upstairs and pointed to a chest of drawers where he could stow his clothes. “I need to go downstairs for a second,” I told him. “When you hear me on the stairs. You will kneel here.” I pointed at the foot of the sling. “Your back towards the door.” I shut the door, went downstairs and got into a well used jock. I gave him a few more minutes--waiting deliberately to make him wonder what was happening. Eventually, I climb back up the stairs--the combat boots clomping heavily on the worn stairs…
He is kneeling right where he belongs when I open the door. His gym body, slightly softening, shines in the early afternoon sunlight. I sigh. It’s still a surprise for me that he’s naked in front of me. And at my house. Ready to do anything I suggest….
My hands find his shoulders. They run down his back as I kneel behind him. My fingers find his hole. They run over it. He shudders, his back rubbing against my chest. My middle finger finds it’s way in. My mouth is on his left ear. I’m whispering exactly what I want to do to him. My cock is beginning to stretch out the thin material of the jock. I move in front of him, sit on the bed and beckon him to crawl over to me. He does. His handsome face is buried in the pouch of the jock. I pull back the right side and let him nuzzle and lick my testicles. Soon he is deep throating the entire length of my cock. He’s good. I love how my size distorts his handsome face. The girth of my dick makes him produce masses of spittle. I lean in and kiss him--sharing, spitting and swallowing.
I have to taste his ass. I rise and situate myself under the rimseat. He gingerly sits. I give him no time to adjust. My tongue thrust up and into his hole. He moans and adjusts himself--giving me even better access.
“You are so deep up me.”
I make unintelligible sounds--I’m not pulling out to talk. But he’s right. My tongue is deep. Deeper than I have ever been in him. He’s stroking. No chastity device this time. I’m stroking. He reaches down for my cock. I knock his hand away. He goes back to his own. I knock his hands away from his cock, too.
“Concentrate on your ass,” I mumble. And go back to a side to side motion with my tongue to stretch him out. Soon I give him a double tap on the underside of his thighs. Time for him to get up. I rise right behind him and push him face down on the bed. I pull him up so he’s on all fours. Remembering his needing a toy to open him last time, I grab the smallest butt plug I own. He tenses the moment he feels plastic. It’s smaller than the toy we used on him last time, but he doesn’t know that…
“May I, Sir?” He is reaching back. He helps to insert it.
I move around and feed him my cock. He sucks happily. But I want him in the sling. I move him into it, getting his legs up in the stirrups. I toss the toy away and slide into him. He takes me with no problem. The rimseat has done the trick.
I fuck. Slow, fast, faster.
I stand stock still and pull the sling to me so he is impaled on my rock hard dick.
I slide out and taste the hole, feel the texture of his ass. It’s new and different each time I taste as the fuck progresses.
I rise. “Grab the chains.” He reaches up and holds on, as I move to the side of the sling. I lick his left arm pit. We kiss, savoring the good honest sweat of sex. I lick more, and spit in his mouth. Again. A long kiss. And I move back to between his legs. I lick his hole--and spit into his mouth. I lick his drooling cock--and share that with him as well. Finally I move around to his right armpit and repeat, lingering over the slightly acrid taste. A taste we both find as intoxicating as poppers. It ends with a long kiss, before I move back to my usual position. He looks at me, knowing I’m gonna pound the shit out of him. So I piss on his cock instead. His eyes widen. I lick it off his cock, and the puddle in his naval and spit it on his hole…and then fuck the shit out of him.
I stop. Winded. I get him up to stretch his legs. Then I decide it’s my turn in the sling.
“Work my pits. You’ve made me sweat.” Dean moves around and repeats all that I have done to him. I groan. I don’t often get to relax and be worked on. Left arm--mouth. Drooling cock--mouth. Right arm--mouth. Back to my cock. He sucks me long and hard, collecting lots of precum, then leans across me. He’s a foot above me. He lets it slowly drip, snowballing it all into my mouth. Our eyes are locked. His mouth finds mine in the most passionate kiss yet. And his cock starts to press against my hole.
His mouth is against my ear. “Does Sir ever get fucked?”
I murmur a “No.”
“I didn’t think so, but…”
I stop the sentence with a kiss. But I need to get out of the sling. Now. We exchange places. I spit on his hole and enter.
“What didn’t we do last time, that you wanted?” I ask.
“I--”
I don’t answer in words. I just piss up his hole.
“Holy fuck.”
He’s never had it done. The hot fluid builds and builds. I start a slow motion, rocking into him.
“I feel so full.” And he does. The temperature of his ass is through the roof. His hand instantly goes to his cock. I fuck. It takes no time at all before he has shot a massive load on his chest. I pull out--and shoot just as big a load on his cock, balls and pelvis.
We are cleaning up.
“You know what got me off?”
I shake my head.
“For a fleeting moment, I pictured that your cock was your fist.”
I smile at him--and murmur under my breath, “Round three…”
I was sitting at the computer and typing an entry for the blog, when my phone bleated at me, announcing a text. It’s Dean, the leather top who needed me to help explore his bottom/sub side. He’s headed out of town for the weekend and my house would be right on the way. Did I have time to play? I typed three words: Yes. What time? He arrived on the dot, all smiles. We kissed. I led him upstairs and pointed to a chest of drawers where he could stow his clothes. “I need to go downstairs for a second,” I told him. “When you hear me on the stairs. You will kneel here.” I pointed at the foot of the sling. “Your back towards the door.” I shut the door, went downstairs and got into a well used jock. I gave him a few more minutes--waiting deliberately to make him wonder what was happening. Eventually, I climb back up the stairs--the combat boots clomping heavily on the worn stairs…
He is kneeling right where he belongs when I open the door. His gym body, slightly softening, shines in the early afternoon sunlight. I sigh. It’s still a surprise for me that he’s naked in front of me. And at my house. Ready to do anything I suggest….
My hands find his shoulders. They run down his back as I kneel behind him. My fingers find his hole. They run over it. He shudders, his back rubbing against my chest. My middle finger finds it’s way in. My mouth is on his left ear. I’m whispering exactly what I want to do to him. My cock is beginning to stretch out the thin material of the jock. I move in front of him, sit on the bed and beckon him to crawl over to me. He does. His handsome face is buried in the pouch of the jock. I pull back the right side and let him nuzzle and lick my testicles. Soon he is deep throating the entire length of my cock. He’s good. I love how my size distorts his handsome face. The girth of my dick makes him produce masses of spittle. I lean in and kiss him--sharing, spitting and swallowing.
I have to taste his ass. I rise and situate myself under the rimseat. He gingerly sits. I give him no time to adjust. My tongue thrust up and into his hole. He moans and adjusts himself--giving me even better access.
“You are so deep up me.”
I make unintelligible sounds--I’m not pulling out to talk. But he’s right. My tongue is deep. Deeper than I have ever been in him. He’s stroking. No chastity device this time. I’m stroking. He reaches down for my cock. I knock his hand away. He goes back to his own. I knock his hands away from his cock, too.
“Concentrate on your ass,” I mumble. And go back to a side to side motion with my tongue to stretch him out. Soon I give him a double tap on the underside of his thighs. Time for him to get up. I rise right behind him and push him face down on the bed. I pull him up so he’s on all fours. Remembering his needing a toy to open him last time, I grab the smallest butt plug I own. He tenses the moment he feels plastic. It’s smaller than the toy we used on him last time, but he doesn’t know that…
“May I, Sir?” He is reaching back. He helps to insert it.
I move around and feed him my cock. He sucks happily. But I want him in the sling. I move him into it, getting his legs up in the stirrups. I toss the toy away and slide into him. He takes me with no problem. The rimseat has done the trick.
I fuck. Slow, fast, faster.
I stand stock still and pull the sling to me so he is impaled on my rock hard dick.
I slide out and taste the hole, feel the texture of his ass. It’s new and different each time I taste as the fuck progresses.
I rise. “Grab the chains.” He reaches up and holds on, as I move to the side of the sling. I lick his left arm pit. We kiss, savoring the good honest sweat of sex. I lick more, and spit in his mouth. Again. A long kiss. And I move back to between his legs. I lick his hole--and spit into his mouth. I lick his drooling cock--and share that with him as well. Finally I move around to his right armpit and repeat, lingering over the slightly acrid taste. A taste we both find as intoxicating as poppers. It ends with a long kiss, before I move back to my usual position. He looks at me, knowing I’m gonna pound the shit out of him. So I piss on his cock instead. His eyes widen. I lick it off his cock, and the puddle in his naval and spit it on his hole…and then fuck the shit out of him.
I stop. Winded. I get him up to stretch his legs. Then I decide it’s my turn in the sling.
“Work my pits. You’ve made me sweat.” Dean moves around and repeats all that I have done to him. I groan. I don’t often get to relax and be worked on. Left arm--mouth. Drooling cock--mouth. Right arm--mouth. Back to my cock. He sucks me long and hard, collecting lots of precum, then leans across me. He’s a foot above me. He lets it slowly drip, snowballing it all into my mouth. Our eyes are locked. His mouth finds mine in the most passionate kiss yet. And his cock starts to press against my hole.
His mouth is against my ear. “Does Sir ever get fucked?”
I murmur a “No.”
“I didn’t think so, but…”
I stop the sentence with a kiss. But I need to get out of the sling. Now. We exchange places. I spit on his hole and enter.
“What didn’t we do last time, that you wanted?” I ask.
“I--”
I don’t answer in words. I just piss up his hole.
“Holy fuck.”
He’s never had it done. The hot fluid builds and builds. I start a slow motion, rocking into him.
“I feel so full.” And he does. The temperature of his ass is through the roof. His hand instantly goes to his cock. I fuck. It takes no time at all before he has shot a massive load on his chest. I pull out--and shoot just as big a load on his cock, balls and pelvis.
We are cleaning up.
“You know what got me off?”
I shake my head.
“For a fleeting moment, I pictured that your cock was your fist.”
I smile at him--and murmur under my breath, “Round three…”
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Saturday's Picture #4
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| Fantasy fullfilment is something I really like to do for guys. This young man was met at the door by two of us. He was blindfolded. His clothes were cut off him--leaving him in underwear and boots. We took him up to the play room. After a long, blindfolded oral session of sucking us in turn, putting two cock in his mouth and feeding him piss, he was thrown on the bed. I ripped the hole in his shorts to get at his hairy ass. |
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| He begged for our cum and piss. |
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| So we gave it to him. |
Friday, November 4, 2011
My Playroom--Sound
I had a really great re-match today with the leather top who needs to work on his bottoming skills. While those experiences are digesting and working their way to the keyboard, I thought I’d get back to my occasional series of posts exploring the playroom. I had pictures of the rim seat taken, but as my camera and computer seem to not be on speaking terms, I’ve decided to concentrate on sound in the playroom.
I do like ambient noise as I fuck. As often as not I have porn playing on my wide screen laptop. We don’t sit and watch porn. But it’s great to hear the grunts, groans and rhythmic fucking sounds from a good fuck flick. I try to match the porn with what’s likely to happen in play. If it’s a piss scene, any of the great Dick Wadd videos add a great aural backup of slurping, splashing and wet bodies slapping together. A leather orgy gets the same on the screen. If fisting is on the menu, you are likely to glance up and see hands working a well greased hole. If it’s a more vanilla scene, then they’re out of luck--I no longer have any vanilla porn.
I certainly have tried music. Anything with a lyric in English is out for me--I find it much too intrusive.. Even instrumentals of songs I know distract me. I do love classical music, but it certainly is not to everyone’s taste. The passion of a Tchaikovsky symphony can be incredible to fuck to--The Nutcracker, not so much. Ravel’s Bolero is the cliché--but it’s damn good…
I find most opera distracting. But actually a Mass or Cantata can be wonderful. A memorable hook up lately, used Bach's Cantatas n. 170, 54 and 35, and Pergolesi's Stabat Mater. Yes, it’s sung, but my Latin is lousy. The mix of choir and soloists works for me. It can conjure up a sacrificial vibe or an initiation feel. Both are things that really get me going and work with so much of how I approach sex play.
In other peoples spaces, I have fucked to New Age and Trance with mixed results. I’ve also heard a number of the tracks recorded by gay men for sex. Some of those really work for me….and some have actually made me laugh. I don’t need a deep bass voice urging me to “Do it. Do it. Do it,” but the rhythmic nature of the tracks is a great match.
So let me open this up. As I fucked today, I would loved to have filled in the aural void.
I’d really like to know what you use? The radio top 40? Silence? If you like any of the gay sex mixes--please give me some artists, or names of recordings I should be looking for.
I’d really like to hear from you.
And I’ll get to work on my top’s first piss up the ass moment….
I do like ambient noise as I fuck. As often as not I have porn playing on my wide screen laptop. We don’t sit and watch porn. But it’s great to hear the grunts, groans and rhythmic fucking sounds from a good fuck flick. I try to match the porn with what’s likely to happen in play. If it’s a piss scene, any of the great Dick Wadd videos add a great aural backup of slurping, splashing and wet bodies slapping together. A leather orgy gets the same on the screen. If fisting is on the menu, you are likely to glance up and see hands working a well greased hole. If it’s a more vanilla scene, then they’re out of luck--I no longer have any vanilla porn.
I certainly have tried music. Anything with a lyric in English is out for me--I find it much too intrusive.. Even instrumentals of songs I know distract me. I do love classical music, but it certainly is not to everyone’s taste. The passion of a Tchaikovsky symphony can be incredible to fuck to--The Nutcracker, not so much. Ravel’s Bolero is the cliché--but it’s damn good…
I find most opera distracting. But actually a Mass or Cantata can be wonderful. A memorable hook up lately, used Bach's Cantatas n. 170, 54 and 35, and Pergolesi's Stabat Mater. Yes, it’s sung, but my Latin is lousy. The mix of choir and soloists works for me. It can conjure up a sacrificial vibe or an initiation feel. Both are things that really get me going and work with so much of how I approach sex play.
In other peoples spaces, I have fucked to New Age and Trance with mixed results. I’ve also heard a number of the tracks recorded by gay men for sex. Some of those really work for me….and some have actually made me laugh. I don’t need a deep bass voice urging me to “Do it. Do it. Do it,” but the rhythmic nature of the tracks is a great match.
So let me open this up. As I fucked today, I would loved to have filled in the aural void.
I’d really like to know what you use? The radio top 40? Silence? If you like any of the gay sex mixes--please give me some artists, or names of recordings I should be looking for.
I’d really like to hear from you.
And I’ll get to work on my top’s first piss up the ass moment….
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
The Trick and the Treat
Jackson--October, 2011
Halloween is the holiday that just keeps giving. On the 31st, I headed for an Adult Bookstore I had only just found out about. It is set up with 6 large screen TV’s showing 4 different movies. It’s in an old stripper bar. The stage is still center of the vast room. Couches now ring it, with two of the TV’s there. The stage still has the mirror around the edge and a shelf where guys used to put their drinks as they watched the exotic dancers. Now those mirrors conveniently reflect the men jerking as they watch. The other TV’s are placed in various small rooms created by 7 foot high inter-office walls. There is truly something for everyone: Three screens for the straight movie, one for girl on girl action, another for a she-male flick. And of course a gay one. The gay TV is artfully placed side by side with one of the straight ones--so the guys who aren’t out can pretend we don’t know which one he’s really watching. With all the couches (fairly clean) and easy chairs, this is likely to be a new favorite location for me. And the pass is good all day. Come in, get off, go have lunch, come back and see who is looking after work….
Rules are made to be broken. I don’t fuck guys at bookstores in this area. But as I’m getting great head from this hot Hispanic, he’s put his ass in the air and I am two knuckles deep already. I know he’s prepared. I had only just walked in, settled in front of the duo screens, and the boy had followed. He watched me for a moment. Then took all his clothes off and tucked them under the couch. Holy shit. He’s obviously been here before! He walked over, a tiny uncut cock swaying, fell to his knees and slobbered expertly over my cock. He’s a community college student--And wants to be loaded before class.
My dick is super wet from his mouth. I rise from the couch and get him kneeling on the cushions his head on the back. I enter slowly. His ass sucks me in. An older dad comes in and strokes as he watches the fuck. I fuck, rim, fuck in a variety of strokes. He especially likes it when I all but pull out and slam my entire length up him. As much as I‘d love to load him, it‘s just too soon and too fast for me. We finally break for a moment. He’s a great kisser. That’s when I learn he often comes here before class. The cashier lets him come in for free since he guarantees others have a great time. He mentions he can sometimes get two or three loads before he has to leave.
“I’d love to fuck you with a load already in you.”
His smile dazzles. And he runs to his clothes, and is off to see what he can do.
I stroke.
The boy is back, whispering and giggling in the ear of a rather plain guy of about the same age. He has great black geeky glasses that he keeps shoving back in place. They confer for a moment. The new guys makes his way to me.
“Manny says you are a great fuck. And I’m a bottom.” All the while he is dropping trou and positioning himself, leaning on the arm of the sofa. He’s very hairy. How can I say no? I don’t rim--I just slip in. His hand is instantly working his dick. And he’s verbal. He probably says “fuck me” on ever stroke I take. He’s also in a hurry. I’ve just found the “feel” of his ass, and he’s shooting. It feels terrific as his ass clasps and unclasps around the intruder that is making him spew. It goes everywhere. He doesn’t stop talking--he just increases the volume. He thanks me, cleans up--and I have to find the bathroom. Ah, yes, why I don’t fuck in bookstores…
Soon Manny is back. No luck on another top. He gets naked and sits on my cock. Fuck, yeah. He can work it really well. He’s bouncing, lost in his own world.
And Halloween intrudes. A tall 6 footer, with rugged features has walked in. And he’s costumed as a cross-dressing vampire: black scull cap, black leotard, fish nets, high heels and a flaming red cape. He sit in the chair where he can watch us. Some how he digs out a very nice cock. Manny has turned his attention from me and looking at him, never missing a stroke. I whisper in his ear to get on the ottoman , chest down. If Draculette wants a show I can do that. I kneel behind Manny’s ass and stick my tongue in deep. Now I’m vocal. The performer is on. I rim, moan, and spit noisily onto his hole. I slap my cock on his bare butt, making sure he‘s watching. I wipe some precum on my left index finger and tell Manny to lick it.
The guy is stroking faster. I enter Manny. It’s his turn to show off. He’s panting and moaning like the woman in the porn. The guy comes over, kneels and shoves his cock into Manny’s mouth. For a second I wonder if Manny will deal. No question. It’s a cock.
I fuck him deep--thrusting Manny’s throat deep on the Guy. Finally, I spin the ottoman he’s on. Manny goes for my ass flavored dick. The CDer is presented with fucked hole. He digs a condom out of some fold of fabric. It’s on and he’s in.
“How do you like being fucked by a sissy? This sissy is gonna give you a load.”
Manny grunts appreciatively around my cock.
It’s all over for Draculette. He grunts, and facially contorts. And then giggles as he pull out. He stands. The condom is heavy. The reservoir tip has taken a good flood tide of cum. He stands there looking at us. I reach across Manny and slide the condom carefully off. I turn the ottoman again, just 90 degrees so the guy can watch.
And he does. Transfixed.
I shove his condom inside Manny, turning it inside out as my index finger fills it. His hole is suddenly frothing. I shove my cock in. Christ. The best lube in the world.
I fuck.
I pull out and make Manny clean it.
I kiss him.
I rim his ass.
I kiss him.
Insert again.
And shoot.
He still makes Econ 101.
Halloween is the holiday that just keeps giving. On the 31st, I headed for an Adult Bookstore I had only just found out about. It is set up with 6 large screen TV’s showing 4 different movies. It’s in an old stripper bar. The stage is still center of the vast room. Couches now ring it, with two of the TV’s there. The stage still has the mirror around the edge and a shelf where guys used to put their drinks as they watched the exotic dancers. Now those mirrors conveniently reflect the men jerking as they watch. The other TV’s are placed in various small rooms created by 7 foot high inter-office walls. There is truly something for everyone: Three screens for the straight movie, one for girl on girl action, another for a she-male flick. And of course a gay one. The gay TV is artfully placed side by side with one of the straight ones--so the guys who aren’t out can pretend we don’t know which one he’s really watching. With all the couches (fairly clean) and easy chairs, this is likely to be a new favorite location for me. And the pass is good all day. Come in, get off, go have lunch, come back and see who is looking after work….
Rules are made to be broken. I don’t fuck guys at bookstores in this area. But as I’m getting great head from this hot Hispanic, he’s put his ass in the air and I am two knuckles deep already. I know he’s prepared. I had only just walked in, settled in front of the duo screens, and the boy had followed. He watched me for a moment. Then took all his clothes off and tucked them under the couch. Holy shit. He’s obviously been here before! He walked over, a tiny uncut cock swaying, fell to his knees and slobbered expertly over my cock. He’s a community college student--And wants to be loaded before class.
My dick is super wet from his mouth. I rise from the couch and get him kneeling on the cushions his head on the back. I enter slowly. His ass sucks me in. An older dad comes in and strokes as he watches the fuck. I fuck, rim, fuck in a variety of strokes. He especially likes it when I all but pull out and slam my entire length up him. As much as I‘d love to load him, it‘s just too soon and too fast for me. We finally break for a moment. He’s a great kisser. That’s when I learn he often comes here before class. The cashier lets him come in for free since he guarantees others have a great time. He mentions he can sometimes get two or three loads before he has to leave.
“I’d love to fuck you with a load already in you.”
His smile dazzles. And he runs to his clothes, and is off to see what he can do.
I stroke.
The boy is back, whispering and giggling in the ear of a rather plain guy of about the same age. He has great black geeky glasses that he keeps shoving back in place. They confer for a moment. The new guys makes his way to me.
“Manny says you are a great fuck. And I’m a bottom.” All the while he is dropping trou and positioning himself, leaning on the arm of the sofa. He’s very hairy. How can I say no? I don’t rim--I just slip in. His hand is instantly working his dick. And he’s verbal. He probably says “fuck me” on ever stroke I take. He’s also in a hurry. I’ve just found the “feel” of his ass, and he’s shooting. It feels terrific as his ass clasps and unclasps around the intruder that is making him spew. It goes everywhere. He doesn’t stop talking--he just increases the volume. He thanks me, cleans up--and I have to find the bathroom. Ah, yes, why I don’t fuck in bookstores…
Soon Manny is back. No luck on another top. He gets naked and sits on my cock. Fuck, yeah. He can work it really well. He’s bouncing, lost in his own world.
And Halloween intrudes. A tall 6 footer, with rugged features has walked in. And he’s costumed as a cross-dressing vampire: black scull cap, black leotard, fish nets, high heels and a flaming red cape. He sit in the chair where he can watch us. Some how he digs out a very nice cock. Manny has turned his attention from me and looking at him, never missing a stroke. I whisper in his ear to get on the ottoman , chest down. If Draculette wants a show I can do that. I kneel behind Manny’s ass and stick my tongue in deep. Now I’m vocal. The performer is on. I rim, moan, and spit noisily onto his hole. I slap my cock on his bare butt, making sure he‘s watching. I wipe some precum on my left index finger and tell Manny to lick it.
The guy is stroking faster. I enter Manny. It’s his turn to show off. He’s panting and moaning like the woman in the porn. The guy comes over, kneels and shoves his cock into Manny’s mouth. For a second I wonder if Manny will deal. No question. It’s a cock.
I fuck him deep--thrusting Manny’s throat deep on the Guy. Finally, I spin the ottoman he’s on. Manny goes for my ass flavored dick. The CDer is presented with fucked hole. He digs a condom out of some fold of fabric. It’s on and he’s in.
“How do you like being fucked by a sissy? This sissy is gonna give you a load.”
Manny grunts appreciatively around my cock.
It’s all over for Draculette. He grunts, and facially contorts. And then giggles as he pull out. He stands. The condom is heavy. The reservoir tip has taken a good flood tide of cum. He stands there looking at us. I reach across Manny and slide the condom carefully off. I turn the ottoman again, just 90 degrees so the guy can watch.
And he does. Transfixed.
I shove his condom inside Manny, turning it inside out as my index finger fills it. His hole is suddenly frothing. I shove my cock in. Christ. The best lube in the world.
I fuck.
I pull out and make Manny clean it.
I kiss him.
I rim his ass.
I kiss him.
Insert again.
And shoot.
He still makes Econ 101.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Pushing Limits
Detroit--October, 2011
I’d made a mistake. I’d broken one of my own rules. I had agreed to do a gangbang with a bottom I didn’t know. I never do that. I’d covered myself somewhat--I’d made him handle the party invites off the cruise site and suggested to him for it be held at one of the Detroit bathhouses so I wouldn’t be out the motel fee. He'd gotten a number of people signed up over the ten days since we’d talked. I’d called some men I knew. And then the silence began. It was the day after the huge Halloween party, so it wasn’t like I needed sex…but it bothered me that I just knew he was going to cancel. Three hours before the event (and five minutes before I was headed out the door to travel there…) I got the canned message saying the party was off. No phone call, no explanation for me. Needless to say, the traveler from Atlanta (city NOT changed) is now blocked. Part of me was relieved--I was tired from the night before. Part of me was pissed as hell. I called the guys I’d talked to--they were fine. I sent a text to a boy of mine who’d agreed to be fluffer for the group. He thought we should still meet--so I got in the car…
The bathhouse is showing some signs of age and neglect. I unfold the sheet (so thin from the constant washings that I could read my book through it) and slip it over the vinyl mattress. I’ve arrived just ahead of time. I’m pretty sure none of my tops will bother to show, now. But the fluffer boy should be here. I strip and as I’m putting my boots back on, I get a text. A costume emergency for the fluffer’s young daughter--before Halloween on Monday. He’ll be late--at least half an hour. I toss the phone into the locker, lock it and adjust myself in the bulging yellow jock. I tuck lube into the waist band, then head out the door to kill some time.
Nothing is happening. Not at the gloryholes. Not at the sling. Not even in the porn room. And the steam room is broken. A couple of hot butts are in the air in various rooms. Then I see a young man, pretending to text. He’s sitting on his shelf of a bed--very European haircut of his black hair, thin but worked out, olive skin from somewhere on the Mediterranean. We catch eyes. I walk by, make the circuit around the block of rooms and look again. He smiles. I step in and shut the door. Instantly his face is buried in my jock. Mouths it, and pulls it aside. He’s good. A true deep throat artist. But I want to taste his hairy ass crack. I roll him over and spread his cheeks. He gasps as my tongue goes deep.
“Fuck me.”
I need no further invitation. I pull him up to all fours and go in slowly. He is tight. Very tight. But the muscle controlled kind. I build and change up the variety of my thrusts. And am soon slamming it home. I finally pull out, flip him over and re-enter. We kiss. He starts begging me to cum. Fuck. He is milking my cock like crazy--clenching and releasing. If I didn’t have Steve coming in, he’d be getting a fast first load. I finally stop--leaving him thinking he got a load….but never saying it.
As I emerge from the bathroom and a quick rinse, I all but bump into Steve. He’s my age, (but looks younger), almost my height, hairy, trim, dark hair and mustache. And a great fuck. He’s had time to stow his clothes and he’d just started looking for me. He looks great. This is only our second meeting. At the house, he’d wanted a full out sub scene. So I’m not sure where it will go tonight.
“The sling?“
He looks at me. “I don’t think I can.“
We head to my room. He falls to his knees. I like his mouth. But I need some quality rimming time. I get him up on the bed, knees on the edge, so I can kneel on the floor. His hole is terrific. It tastes great and it responds by opening and then squeezing my tongue. I do the water trick--swig some water from my bottle and send a little of it up his ass as I rim. Finally I push in with my dripping cock. And push his head into the wall. I grab the pillow but he refuses it. I think he likes hitting his head with each thrust. But the bed is low. I am doing odd knee bends while I fuck. Finally I stop. I pull him up.
“I think we should use the sling.”
“Sir?”
“I have my blindfold. You won’t know who’s there. There are so few people here, I doubt anyone will see us.”
I lead the way. The room is deserted. Towel down. He climbs in. Blindfold in place. I rim and fuck. So much better. I have much more control and the look on his face tells me it’s better for him, too. I drive it, making the chains rattle. It’s a call to arms. Over 20 people crowd in to watch. I let them play with his nipples and swat hands away which want to play with his cock. And all but belt the guy who tries to insert a finger in Steve’s ass alongside my cock….
Steve is loving the attention. He is responding by working his ass twice as hard. A great construction worker type is jerking. I point to him. “You can put that in his mouth.” Steve freezes for a minute. Still cock deep, I lean down and rest my hand on his chin. He opens. The stud puts his cock in. I start to fuck slowly. I am sure it’s not the first time Steve’s had two cocks….but likely the first time someone else chose the dick for him--sight unseen. He’s loving it. The idea that he had no choice is making him work very hard. Eventually we stop for a water break. I thank the stud--he smiles at me and disappears. The crowd disperses fast….and then I remove the blindfold. He has no idea the number of people who saw him perform.
“How was it?” I ask at the water fountain.
His reply was to kiss me. “I’m ready to go back.”
We go back.
“Blindfold?”
“Yes, Sir.”
It’s in place. I spend a long time eating his hot, fucked hole. The Mediterranean boy wanders in and smiles at the scene. The room starts to fill again as I start to fuck. But not as crowded or as invasive. The stud is back, jerking his big headed cock. Silently I point to him and then to Steve’s ass. I pull out, and move up the side of the sling and slap my wet cock on his mouth. He opens, tongues and swallows. And the stud enters his ass. I hold Steve.
“That’s the cock that was in your mouth,” I tell him.
He’s surprised but totally into it.
“Fuck him hard,” I tell the man. My cock stays in Steve’s mouth, or slaps his left pierced nipple. Soon either the pressure or the crowd makes the guy go limp. I clean his cock off, thank him, and dive for Steve’s ass. It tastes sweet and salty as the two men’s precum is mixed with Steve’s natural lube. That makes me fuck him even harder.
Water break.
Steve needs to leave soon. We’ve been fucking for almost 2 hours….
“Sling?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He’s into it before I put my towel on the hook.
Blindfold is on. I enter him. He starts to unscrew the poppers and stops.
“I want to see you.” He removes the blindfold--asking with his eyes if that’s okay…
I take the blindfold from him. A few guys filter into the room. He seems totally at ease….
I increase my thrusts.
“Please come in me this time, Sir.”
I grunt. I didn’t remember I hadn’t before.
“Give me your cum.”
Who wanders in but the Mediterranean boy. He kneels down by my thigh and watches my cock ravage his hole. I pull out, bury my face in the hairy cleft for a moment, lick, rise, insert and shoot. His hole grasps my cock. He milks it. And slowly releases.
I look down at him. I raise the blindfold I’ve had in my hand. He smiles, sheepishly.
“I’m proud of you,” I say as I bring my cock up to his mouth.
He just beams.
.
I’d made a mistake. I’d broken one of my own rules. I had agreed to do a gangbang with a bottom I didn’t know. I never do that. I’d covered myself somewhat--I’d made him handle the party invites off the cruise site and suggested to him for it be held at one of the Detroit bathhouses so I wouldn’t be out the motel fee. He'd gotten a number of people signed up over the ten days since we’d talked. I’d called some men I knew. And then the silence began. It was the day after the huge Halloween party, so it wasn’t like I needed sex…but it bothered me that I just knew he was going to cancel. Three hours before the event (and five minutes before I was headed out the door to travel there…) I got the canned message saying the party was off. No phone call, no explanation for me. Needless to say, the traveler from Atlanta (city NOT changed) is now blocked. Part of me was relieved--I was tired from the night before. Part of me was pissed as hell. I called the guys I’d talked to--they were fine. I sent a text to a boy of mine who’d agreed to be fluffer for the group. He thought we should still meet--so I got in the car…
The bathhouse is showing some signs of age and neglect. I unfold the sheet (so thin from the constant washings that I could read my book through it) and slip it over the vinyl mattress. I’ve arrived just ahead of time. I’m pretty sure none of my tops will bother to show, now. But the fluffer boy should be here. I strip and as I’m putting my boots back on, I get a text. A costume emergency for the fluffer’s young daughter--before Halloween on Monday. He’ll be late--at least half an hour. I toss the phone into the locker, lock it and adjust myself in the bulging yellow jock. I tuck lube into the waist band, then head out the door to kill some time.
Nothing is happening. Not at the gloryholes. Not at the sling. Not even in the porn room. And the steam room is broken. A couple of hot butts are in the air in various rooms. Then I see a young man, pretending to text. He’s sitting on his shelf of a bed--very European haircut of his black hair, thin but worked out, olive skin from somewhere on the Mediterranean. We catch eyes. I walk by, make the circuit around the block of rooms and look again. He smiles. I step in and shut the door. Instantly his face is buried in my jock. Mouths it, and pulls it aside. He’s good. A true deep throat artist. But I want to taste his hairy ass crack. I roll him over and spread his cheeks. He gasps as my tongue goes deep.
“Fuck me.”
I need no further invitation. I pull him up to all fours and go in slowly. He is tight. Very tight. But the muscle controlled kind. I build and change up the variety of my thrusts. And am soon slamming it home. I finally pull out, flip him over and re-enter. We kiss. He starts begging me to cum. Fuck. He is milking my cock like crazy--clenching and releasing. If I didn’t have Steve coming in, he’d be getting a fast first load. I finally stop--leaving him thinking he got a load….but never saying it.
As I emerge from the bathroom and a quick rinse, I all but bump into Steve. He’s my age, (but looks younger), almost my height, hairy, trim, dark hair and mustache. And a great fuck. He’s had time to stow his clothes and he’d just started looking for me. He looks great. This is only our second meeting. At the house, he’d wanted a full out sub scene. So I’m not sure where it will go tonight.
“The sling?“
He looks at me. “I don’t think I can.“
We head to my room. He falls to his knees. I like his mouth. But I need some quality rimming time. I get him up on the bed, knees on the edge, so I can kneel on the floor. His hole is terrific. It tastes great and it responds by opening and then squeezing my tongue. I do the water trick--swig some water from my bottle and send a little of it up his ass as I rim. Finally I push in with my dripping cock. And push his head into the wall. I grab the pillow but he refuses it. I think he likes hitting his head with each thrust. But the bed is low. I am doing odd knee bends while I fuck. Finally I stop. I pull him up.
“I think we should use the sling.”
“Sir?”
“I have my blindfold. You won’t know who’s there. There are so few people here, I doubt anyone will see us.”
I lead the way. The room is deserted. Towel down. He climbs in. Blindfold in place. I rim and fuck. So much better. I have much more control and the look on his face tells me it’s better for him, too. I drive it, making the chains rattle. It’s a call to arms. Over 20 people crowd in to watch. I let them play with his nipples and swat hands away which want to play with his cock. And all but belt the guy who tries to insert a finger in Steve’s ass alongside my cock….
Steve is loving the attention. He is responding by working his ass twice as hard. A great construction worker type is jerking. I point to him. “You can put that in his mouth.” Steve freezes for a minute. Still cock deep, I lean down and rest my hand on his chin. He opens. The stud puts his cock in. I start to fuck slowly. I am sure it’s not the first time Steve’s had two cocks….but likely the first time someone else chose the dick for him--sight unseen. He’s loving it. The idea that he had no choice is making him work very hard. Eventually we stop for a water break. I thank the stud--he smiles at me and disappears. The crowd disperses fast….and then I remove the blindfold. He has no idea the number of people who saw him perform.
“How was it?” I ask at the water fountain.
His reply was to kiss me. “I’m ready to go back.”
We go back.
“Blindfold?”
“Yes, Sir.”
It’s in place. I spend a long time eating his hot, fucked hole. The Mediterranean boy wanders in and smiles at the scene. The room starts to fill again as I start to fuck. But not as crowded or as invasive. The stud is back, jerking his big headed cock. Silently I point to him and then to Steve’s ass. I pull out, and move up the side of the sling and slap my wet cock on his mouth. He opens, tongues and swallows. And the stud enters his ass. I hold Steve.
“That’s the cock that was in your mouth,” I tell him.
He’s surprised but totally into it.
“Fuck him hard,” I tell the man. My cock stays in Steve’s mouth, or slaps his left pierced nipple. Soon either the pressure or the crowd makes the guy go limp. I clean his cock off, thank him, and dive for Steve’s ass. It tastes sweet and salty as the two men’s precum is mixed with Steve’s natural lube. That makes me fuck him even harder.
Water break.
Steve needs to leave soon. We’ve been fucking for almost 2 hours….
“Sling?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He’s into it before I put my towel on the hook.
Blindfold is on. I enter him. He starts to unscrew the poppers and stops.
“I want to see you.” He removes the blindfold--asking with his eyes if that’s okay…
I take the blindfold from him. A few guys filter into the room. He seems totally at ease….
I increase my thrusts.
“Please come in me this time, Sir.”
I grunt. I didn’t remember I hadn’t before.
“Give me your cum.”
Who wanders in but the Mediterranean boy. He kneels down by my thigh and watches my cock ravage his hole. I pull out, bury my face in the hairy cleft for a moment, lick, rise, insert and shoot. His hole grasps my cock. He milks it. And slowly releases.
I look down at him. I raise the blindfold I’ve had in my hand. He smiles, sheepishly.
“I’m proud of you,” I say as I bring my cock up to his mouth.
He just beams.
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