Another Hotel, Another Sex Party

Fort Wayne, IN—February, 2013

I don’t think I played at all when I got back home.  By the end of the week I was horned and more than ready.  I saw a party on BBRT which was across the border in Indiana that looked promising.  The host’s profile seemed rather pervy and the guest list looked like it might be fun.   I inquired and was given the information.  I found the place easily.  It was a residence hotel.  And I was right about the pervy vibe---the first guest there and the host greeted me at the door—indicating they were both thirsty for my piss.

 I am standing, naked but for socks and a clean jock, by the sofa.  I am watching some hardcore German porn on the television as the first guest, a wildly bearded man, goes down on my cock, while behind me the host has knelt and is sticking his tongue in my ass crack.  I bend slightly, allowing his tongue to flick across my hole.  He takes the hint and digs in.  The cock sucker is being a little rough on my cock.  I pull him off it.  He stands up and goes around behind me, as the host comes around to suck my dick.  The host, pulling on his huge, pronounced nipples, kneels and swallows me down.  He’s great.  The bearded wonder digs into my ass.  His beard feels great, but soon he is using his teeth.  I stop him again—telling him I have some piss for him.

“I don’t care how strong it is,” he tells me.  There is a knock on the door as we go off to the bathroom.  He kneels on the tiled floor.  My semi-erect cock rests on his teeth and I unload.  He gurgles it down happily, complimenting me on the taste and volume when I’m done.

Out in the main room, a handsome 40-something man is naked and being fellated by the host.  Soon the four of us are all over the couch and the floor in front of it, sucking and licking. I continually work the host’s thick, spongy nipples as he goes down on the all the cocks presented to him. 

A knock.

Two guys come in.  A bearish man of my age strips and goes straight for the bed, where eventually the bearded wonder joins him.  The other is a handsome man in his 30’s, once gym built, but softening now.  He ditches his clothes, too, and joins in the oral free for all on the sofa.

Soon the host joins the two on the bed.  The handsome new arrival continues to suck my cock.  When he comes up for air, my cock is thick with deep throat spit.

“That should do it,” he says.  He gets up and sits on my cock.  My cock head resists going in.  The pressure is on the edge of beginning to hurt.  Suddenly I’m in.  His hairy butt smashes into my pubes.  I let him be in charge.  He bounces happily on me, while the 40-something watches us and strokes.  We fuck and fuck.

After a break (where I feed the host piss), all six of us are on the bed.  It’s back to all oral.  I lick everyone’s ass.  My cock is sucked by all, often as another man is on my balls and another on my nipples.

I finger the bearded wonder’s hole, but he tells me no.

The bear doesn’t get fucked.

The 40-something whispers he wants to be fucked but not in front of the group.

The host just smiles at me.  When I touch his hole again, he says “Later.”

So I go back to the handsome 30-ish man.  He’s lying on his back on the bed.  The bear and the 40-something pull his legs into the air.  I kneel on the floor and tongue his well fucked hole.  It’s wet with natural lube.  I get up and enter him.  The bearded wonder crawls between the bed and my legs so he can lick my cock on the out stroke.  The host stands next to me, stroking his uncut cock.  I fuck him hard.  The men really have to hold on to the bottom tightly. 

I pull out.  The host steps up and enters the man, still held securely by the others.  He fucks in short, sharp thrusts.  He pulls out, saying he might shoot if he does any more.  I push back in.  I think he has shot some in his hole.  It’s now silky with cum or precum.  I think the bearded wonder can taste it on my cock—for suddenly he shoots all over the carpet. 

He leaves.

The host gets the bear off orally.

The 40-something guy takes off as well, with a promise to find me online.  (He never does.)

I add my egg-headed dildo and double fuck the bottom.  He won’t let the host back up him.  Eventually, he says his hole has had enough.  He leaves.

I look at the host.  I think it’s time for his fuck.  But no, he’s not cleaned out.

“Come here,” he tells me.  I walk to him.  He pushes me down to kneel in front of him.  I think I’m getting his load—or the rest of it.  But, no, it’s a piss load.  I swallow it down without endangering the carpet.  “Kiss me,” he commands.

I get up.  Our tongues meet.  He revels in his taste in my mouth.  I twist his over worked nipples.  His uncut cock shoots all over my pubes as we make out.  I scoop some up to use as lube, and return the favor.

Tales from the Baths (Three)

Cleveland, OH—January, 2013

(This picks up immediately after yesterday’s entry.)

I am sitting in the sauna.  The dry heat is making me sweat in the most pleasant way possible.  I sit on my towel, my longs legs splaying out at a wide angle.  My jock barely contains my still drooling cock.  I have told myself I’ll go to my motel the moment I’ve dropped a load.  But having had one good ass, it only makes me want more.  I close my eyes.  I think I drift off for a second.

“Hey sexy, you looking to get fucked?”

I open my eyes.  A tall skinny guy, with a full beard that could make him either Jesus or Grizzly Adams is looking down at me.  I shake my head—murmuring I’d just creamed a hot ass.

“That jock fooled me,” he says, sitting next to me.  “Guys in jocks usually want me to breed them.”  His towel opens.  He has a long, thin cock—it’s hard and drooling.  He reaches up and pulls me down by the back of my head to suck it.  I don’t protest.  I suck him to the root, using lots of tongue.  His attitude has made my cock stand right back up.  He notices it as I come up for air.  “You would be a top with that monster.  I’d love to share some guy with you.”

I agree.  We talk a little more about what we like.  When I mention felching, his eyes shine.  “I love guys to eat my load out of ass.   Let’s do it.  There was a guy I was fucking earlier who would love you.”

We get out of the sauna and he leads the way around the twisting maze of rooms.  He stops.  A short, dark haired, olive skinned man is lying on his stomach.  The narrow bed of the single room fills most of the space.  He looks up and obviously recognizes my companion.  He gestures him in.  “You want some more?”

“We both do,” he tells the bottom.  He pulls me into the room and shuts the door.

The bottom starts to sit up, but we pull him around so I can eat his ass and Jesus can stuff his cock into his mouth.  His ass is great.  It’s obviously been fucked, but I can find no trace of load.  Yet.  I lick and spit.  Jesus is telling me just what to do.  Soon he wants us to switch. 

We do.

“Shit.”  The bottom is looking at my cock.  “You need to go second.”  I’m fine with that.  I let him suck me as Jesus gets the hole even wetter.  Soon his cock is sliding in.  I pull out of the bottom’s mouth and get on the floor to watch the fuck.  My head cranes around so I can just fit beneath Jesus to lick his balls and shaft as he fucks.  His cock is tasting great as he pumps in and out of the bottom.

“Your turn.”  Jesus pulls out abruptly, slaps my face with his wet cock and tries to make room for me to stand up and fuck.  I manage to rise and insert.  Slowly.

The bottom groans loudly. “Slower.  Please.”

I slow to a crawl to get into his well fucked hole.  He is wet and sloppy now from the fuck and feels terrific on my over-worked cock.  Eventually I am all the way in.

“Just fuck him.  Hard.”  It’s Jesus, taking charge once more. 

I start slowly and build.  Jesus stands plastered to the wall, jerking his cock.  I am now pretty much at full fuck speed.  With a cry, Jesus starts to cum.  I pull out so he can load the ass—but he can’t quite get it in.  Huge drops of white jizz cover the ass crack.  When he’s stopped, I push him out the way and with my cock, I fuck his load deep into the bottom—telling him exactly what I’m doing.  He keeps saying “Yes, yes….” as I swab puddle after puddle of cum into him.  It takes me no time to realize I’m adding a load myself.  I clutch at his ass and spasm.

My cock doesn’t want to leave this hot ass.  This time Jesus pushes me out of the way.  He sinks to his knees to taste our mixed loads.  His face is plastered into the hairy butt in front of him.  His beard coated in cum.  I kneel next to him.  He turns to me and we kiss.  A huge load is snowballed into my mouth.  We push it back and forth, each swallowing some.  My eyes tear up.  He dives back into the full ass for more.  He pulls me into a hug.

 And snowballs an even bigger load into my hungry mouth.

 

I slept well that night.  I drove home to Michigan the next morning, with a smile on my face.

Tales from the Baths (Two)

Cleveland, OH—January, 2013

 

(This picks up immediately after yesterday’s entry.)

 I shut the door of the dildo man, trying hard not to slam it.  I head to the sauna, perhaps not the best choice to let off steam.  When I became too hot, I do the circuit of rooms.  Every door seems to be shut.  No one is around the sling room.  I go and sit in the television room.

The bad twink porn has given way to a Treasure Island gangbang.  My cock stirs as I lean back and let my fingers knead the pouch of my jock.  There are three tiers of bench seating here, all carpeted, so play can happen right here.  A cub is watching me way more than he is watching the porn.  I pretend not to notice and slowly work my cock out.  It springs up, hard and strong.  A drop of lube on the head.  I mix it with my precum and stroke.  He pulls his dick out, too.  His ebony cock is only slightly smaller than mine. 

I finally look at him.  And invite him over.  He just wants to watch.  I stroke.  But soon I have a succession of suckers on my cock.  Old, young, big and small.  They dip and sample.  I twist nipples, pat heads, pull ears.  I make one young man go for my forgotten balls.

All this is creating quite a show.  Guys on the bathhouse circuit actually stop and watch.  They stroke themselves or each other.  The benches start to fill.  One guy, about my age, pushes all the way to the top.  I watch him lie face down.  His ass is all but pointed right at me.  And a great muscle butt it is.  It looks like he might even come here to work out before he looks for dick. 

I reach down and across the back of the young man sucking my dick and touch his ass, hoping he wants my wet cock shoved in there.  He squirms away.  I thank him, grab my towel and go up the two steps to the guy sprawled out on the top tier.  Without asking I kneel between his splayed legs and start eating his hole.  He groans. 

We become the center of attention.  At least 15 guys are stroking as they watch us. 

He tastes fresh from the shower here.  There are actually droplets of water still clinging to the hair of his ass and thighs.  I eat and lick, swallow and spit.  Eventually I pull him up to all fours.

“Fuck me raw with that big dick of yours,” he says, loud enough for the room to hear.

I lean over to spit once more on his hole.  My cock head slaps his hole.  The Ebony Jacker moves right behind me to watch the insertion.  I am up him with no resistance at all.  Jeez.  He is a velvet ride in.  One long push takes me all the way, until my pubes smash into his full ass.  I stay there for second.  He is groaning—until he is silenced by a cock in his mouth.  I grin at the guy in his mouth and begin to fuck in earnest.

I slam his ass as if I haven’t had any for weeks.  And I haven’t.  Well, not raw ass.  Even with his mouth full, he is working my cock like crazy with his ass muscles. He milks it continually as I work it in and out.  The sound of my hips against his upturned butt is filling the room.  It is turning our spectators on.  Many, who were just jerking, are now playing with another person.  

I pull out for a moment and bury my face in his hole.  He groans around the cock in his mouth.  I spit deep into his canal.  He is so wet, my beard comes away covered in his ass lube and my throat slime.  I pull up and shove my cock back into him.  He stops sucking to tell me that I can breed him.  This makes the Ebony Jerker shoot into his left hand.

“Give me your cum.  I’ll fuck it into him.”  You can tell he wants to do that.  But the ‘good’ boy takes over, and he wipes it on his towel and moves off.  I think for a second I might shoot.  The very thought of it, keeps me from doing it.  I slow down and pull out.  The guy who was in his mouth has moved off, so I move around.  “Taste your ass on my cock.”  He cleans me hungrily.

“I need to get off my knees,” he tells me when he is done.  “Sling?” 

I nod, grab my stuff and head for the playspace.  Some of the crowd even follows us.  It’s darker there.  I go past two sets of bunk beds and there he is, waiting for me at the base of the sling.  I get him up into it and his legs in the stirrups.  I kneel and eat his well fucked hole.  Several guys start playing with his cock and nipples, as well as their own.  One tries to get under the sling and to my cock.

Soon I’m up and I fuck into my bottom’s grasping hole.  He is so wet.  I fuck noisily into him.  The guy who’d crawled under the sling is standing beside me.  He reaches for my cock.  His small hand encircles the base of my dick.  I never lose rhythm.  I let him hold on to it as I plow into the hole in front of me.  I only push him away when he tries to insert a finger alongside my cock.

My partner is flogging his cock like crazy now.  I am pretty sure he’ll shoot.  He does.  I don’t pause—I just let him howl out his orgasm. 

At almost the same time, a hot guy to my right shoots onto the concrete.

That does it.  I’m over the edge.  I buck and grunt and empty my load deep into the wet hole.

 

(To be continued.)

Tales from the Baths (One)

Cleveland, OH—January, 2013

I made excellent time, avoiding impending snow, as I left New York.  The moment I crossed into Pennsylvania it hit.  I crawled through Erie but the weather cleared as I crossed into Ohio.   By then, I‘d had my eight hours in the car and found a motel just outside Cleveland.  I ate.  Over coffee, I realized I needed ass and the local bathhouse seemed the logical choice.  I was close enough to downtown that it would be an easy trip.  I needed to fuck and to breed—the things I had been missing most of those weeks in New York.

The bathhouse is so big that it feels empty, even when the parking lot is fairly full.  I walk the halls, my combat boots clomping in the narrow spaces.  I have a towel—but it’s on my shoulder.  I have worn an old jock that shows every curve of my cockringed dick and balls.  I am advertising.  And it seems to be working, from the appreciative stares of those I meet.

I make the circuit one more time.  A bubble butt has caught my eye.  He’s in one of the larger rooms.  He’s lying on his stomach, legs slightly spread, his ass arched.  He’s handsome.  Or handsome enough with that butt.  He is looking over his shoulder.  I bat my hand across my pouch.  He nods.  I go in.

“Shut the door.”  Damn.  I’d liked to have showed off, but fine, I do what he asks.  I kneel on the bed.  I tongue his hole.  Soft.  Velvety.  He’s pre-lubed with Boy Butter.  My cock has sprung out of the ragged jock. 

“You want this in you?”  I ask rhetorically, slapping my cock on his upturned ass.

He reaches back and feels my cock.  He grunts, reaches under the towel next to him and says, “No, with this.”  He is handing me a very small, pink plastic dildo. 

I just look at him.   Finally I grease and insert.  He moans like it’s the biggest thing in the world.  While I twist it in, he reaches back under the towel and lays out a slightly bigger one.

“You can’t expect me to take one this size.”

But I do.  I know he wants it from the way he says it.  I grease up this 8 incher while the small one is still in place.  I pull out the small cock and work in the next one.  He moans.  My cock is the next logical size up.  I slather some Boy Butter on its red head and jerk it as I twist the 8 incher into his clenching hole with my other hand.  His hand is groping under the towel again.  A 10 incher materializes, and is placed across the small of his back.

“You can’t expect me to take one this size.”

I rap the base of the one in his ass with the back of my hand.  He jumps.

“Don’t use this next one on me.”

But it’s already in my hand, being greased.

“You are gonna take this with no problem.”  I pull the 8 incher out and toss it up by his head.  “Open up.”  I slap his ass.  He grunts and his hole contracts.  My fingers dive into his butt—and then are right there to guide the thick 10 incher into his ass.  He bucks back.  And as I guessed, he can take it without a whimper.  I work it slowly up him until the bulbous plastic balls are resting against his gorgeous mounds of flesh.  I watch and wait.  Yup.  There he goes.  A 12 inch double headed cock—this time in black—is pulled out.  I take it from him.  I grease it up.

“You can’t expect me to take one this size.  Please.”

I pull the 10 incher out.  His hole is so pliable now, I can insert this slightly thinner cock into him without any effort.  Two inches.  Four.  Half.   I push and it slips in easily to about 10 inches, so just the last bit and the thick helmeted head of the other end stick out of his ass. 

“Oh, God.”  He grinds his crotch into the bed.   I wonder if he’s coming.

I pull the plastic from his ass.

“Now here’s the real thing.”  I slap my cock against his butt cheek.  He pulls away like I have stuck an electrode up his ass.

“No way,” he spits out.  “That’s the real thing.”

He’s not acting now.  He’s serious.

I sigh and pull out the double headed dildo.  Maybe a little rougher than I might have.  I toss it on him.

“Have fun.”  And I walk out the door.

 

(To be continued…)

Fisting the Fireman

Upstate New York—January, 2013

I had one final hook-up before I came home.  We’d been talking my entire time in the area, but our schedules had never meshed.  On my last day in town, they did.  I packed and drove into the country.  I got lost, missing an intersection that no longer had a marker.  I called and Jake set me right, then apologized that his time was curtailed.  We agreed to meet anyway.   Soon I was setting up the sling in his old farmhouse that was undergoing a long and complete renovation.

 He’s standing there in uniform.  I am unpacking the sling in the rough living room while he’s talking on his cell phone.  Jake has come direct from some sort of service club meeting.  He’s just under six feet tall.  His chest, under his shirt and uniform jacket, is broad and strong.   He’s shaved his head, but still wears the uniform cap.  His face is handsome, his voice incongruously high.  I pause and stand in front of the wood stove.  I warm my fingers.  I reach for the top cross bars of the frame as he hangs up.

“Gotta check my clean out.”  And he’s off  upstairs. 

I complete the set-up, strip down to my jock and hastily get my boots back on.

It’s cold.

And then he’s back, jocked and leather harnessed.  Jake’s gone from hot, local official to hotter leather man.  He sinks right to his knees and gets me hard.  We both know he is now rushed for time, so I quickly get him into the sling.  My piss shoots out of my hard cock.  I aim it at his ass crack. 

“Oh, man.  No one pisses around here.” 

I grunt agreement, knowing all too well how dry the area has proven.  I kneel and start licking it of his ass crack.  He’s groaning, telling me that that is so hot.  I settle down for a quick meal of hole and piss.  He is huffing poppers like a man possessed.  As I eat, I reach to the left where I’ve stashed the Magnums and get one in place.  I rise up, slapping my rubbered cock on his balls—so he can see I’m honoring our agreement—then slip it into his hot hole.  He’s tight.  He can grip.  I can’t tell anything about how silky his ass might be, but he’s so hot I don’t care.  I pound his ass relentlessly, pausing only occasionally so he won’t slosh his poppers all over himself. 

“Open my ass, stud.”

I slip on a pair of black latex gloves.  “I have something for you first.  I grab my speculum, then stand over him, my now naked cock resting on his white jock.  I piss.  Again.  It covers his pouch.  It is sopping when I am done.  One last spurt goes up to his nipples.  He rubs it into full, hairy chest.  I grab his lube and slather it on the flanges of the medical device.

“I’ve never had one up me before.”

“You will now.”  I push it in slowly.  He grimaces.  From the cold metal, not any pain.  When it is fully inserted, I start the crank open.  The lateral stretch is working for him.  He huffs more poppers and tells me it’s incredible.  I add my finger, touch his prostate.  He shudders and groans.  I keep cranking.

Finally, when it’s wide enough, I tell him I’m putting my cock up him.  I suit up and slip in.  We’ve talked about my pissing up his hole, but I can’t right now—and don’t really want to quite yet.

“I feel so full.” 

I nod.  Even with the latex, I can feel the difference between the cold (but warming) metal on the sides and his hot flesh above and below.  I fuck awhile.  But the condoms are getting to me.  I decide to go the whole hand.

Speculum out.

Two fingers in.  Then two from the left hand.  Then both together.  I pull in the same lateral stretch of the speculum.  I work slowly.  Adding a finger.  Then reducing the number. 

Alternating hands. 

Two.

Three.

Four.

Surprisingly, it’s my right hand, the bigger one, which pops into his ass.  I hold it there.

Jake’s eyes have rolled up into his head.  His hand is playing with his soft cock.  This is exactly what he wants.  I twist my right fist ever so slowly, surrounded by his hot flesh.  I pause, pull slightly out, then open my fingers in his ass.

Jake groans in true ecstasy.  I start to  pull out—and he shoots, never getting hard.

He’s up and off to shower as I pack so he can get back on duty.

And I’m blue balled for my final 18 hours of being in New York.

“Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

Upstate New York—January, 2013

My time in New York was winding down.   Another business type came to a hotel near me.  We fucked for a bit.  It seemed to be going well, but he finally stopped me mid thrust, claiming I was just too big.  Ugh.

The bookstores continued to be my main release.  I found a couple of rather big dicked, leather-ish looking guys.  Both times we’d exchange mutual head.  We’d then talk about meeting up with their partner---as I inevitably got the line: “My boyfriend would love that up his ass.”  Phone numbers were exchanged.  Or screen-names traded.  But nothing ever came of any of them.

But I do have one last story to share from the bookstores of upstate New York…

 I switch off the radio.  I can’t take any more in depth analysis from NPR about the school shootings in Connecticut.   I swing my car into the parking lot behind the closest of the bookstores in my area.  There are quite a few cars in the lot.  A good sign, but they could be going to the bank or getting Chinese takeout as easily as looking for sex.  I park next to a huge SUV and step out into the slush of January.  I check my pockets:  lube, poppers, napkins, cockring and dollar bills.

It’s hot in the arcade.  I have left my hat and gloves in the car.  I unwind my scarf and stuff it in the inside pocket of my long winter coat.  Three booths have lights on above the closed doors.  I try the first.  Locked.  I can hear the sounds of a blow job in progress.  I try the second.  Locked.  No sound from this booth at all.  I continue around the corner.  The corner booth is lit.  The door is closed.  I try the knob.  It’s not locked.  I push it open.  A bear-ish man looks up.  He smiles and gestures for me to come in.  He has taken off his coat, and shoved it into the back of the bench.  His jeans are open.  A thick beer can of a dick is being jerked by a hand that does some sort of manual labor. His cowboy boots are leaving tiny pools of water on the tile.

I slip out of my coat and hang it on the door knob after I lock it.  I undo my belt.  I unzip.  My cock flops out.

“That’s a big one.”  The man reaches for it and slides his rough hand over the length of it.   But he makes no move to suck it.  Instead he spreads his legs, in invitation for me to go down on him.

I kneel.  I have to oval big.  And work at covering my teeth.  My tongue swirls over his helmet head.  And then works into his wider than usual piss slit.  It’s dripping.  I spend a long time on it, licking the pre-cum out and swallowing.  He grunts in appreciation.

Soon those rough hands are on either side of my head.  He holds me tight and begins controlling my cock sucking speed.  My cock jumps as he pushes me deeper.  He pulls me up the length of his dick.  Then back down.  My hands flail out.  I grab his denim clad hips for support

That’s when I feel it.  It has to be, it can’t be anything else.  He’s wearing a handgun.  Part of me wants to wiggle out of his grip and get the hell out of there.  The other side of me wants him to continue to just fucking use me. I don’t really have any choice anyway.  His hands never let up.  Down. Up. Down. 

Suddenly he holds me down.  I gasp for breath.  Shit.  I don’t want him to cum that deep.  I want to taste his load.  He holds me in place until I choke.  Only then does he let me up for air.  I gulp oxygen into my lungs.  He gives me a second, then it’s back down on his thick, ol’ cock.

When I come up this next time, I am leaking spittle from deep in my throat.  He seems to like that.  He lets me suck it all down before his cock plunges back into my mouth.  Not as deep now.  I am pretty sure he will shoot soon. 

His pace picks up.  And it’s there; his cum is all over my tongue.  I savor and swallow.

He bellows with each shot of his orgasm.  Loud enough they had to have heard him at the front counter.  My own cock belches out a load.   I hold on to him—one hand on hip, one hand on holster.

When he lets go, I pull away and begin the mop up process of my cock.

He grunts a “Thanks” and gets dressed without any wipe down.

We move past each other, letting me stay in the booth as he takes off.  His coat is covering the holster, so I never see his gun.

But I do notice that I have left a large cum load on his right cowboy boot.

Santa's Sex Party

Upstate New York—January, 2013

The day after the pump and dump, I pulled up the party list on that more vanilla hook up site.  It was my one evening off that week.  And last night had made me really hungry for more ass.  Only one group looked promising.  It was in the biggest city in the area, a drive, but not terribly far.  The way the party ad was worded I couldn’t tell if it was latexed or bare.  I was horny enough I didn’t care.  I knew I’d pack the Magnums.  I pulled up the host’s profile—a man slightly older than I, claiming a play area in his basement.  Within moments I got a message from the host saying he’d hoped I could come to his party.  We talked a bit.  He had lots of interests.  Yes, it would be bare.  He wanted my fist and he owned a ton of toys.  I decided to drive up.

Yahoo maps defeated me.  The site got me close, but without an all-important turn.  I was now over half an hour late and in a foul mood.  I had a phone number.  I called.  He gave me the name of the missing street and I found it without any trouble.  It was a typical suburban ranch style house.  I rang the bell.  Santa Claus opened the door.  He was nowhere as rotund as the famous Thomas Nast pictures, but with his snow white hair and beard—well, I couldn’t shake the image.  I followed him down to the playroom.  No one was there.  I was not happy.  I changed into my leathers.  I’d driven this far.  I decided I’d fist him and go home….

The doorbell rang.  And then again.  A small group did indeed begin to materialize.

First in was a bald, bear of a man.  He and the host knew each other.  He was, he announced, an eager bottom and wanted to to see if he could take someone of my size. 

Then a cute young man came down the stairs.  He was tall, thin, big dicked and not conventionally good looking, but extremely playful and loved older men.

A married bear arrived next.

Then a hot construction worker-type with a dick that was just a little smaller than mine.

The cast was assembled…

 We are all in a circle.  The host and the bald bear are on the floor, the rest of us standing around them getting head, playing with nipples and kissing. I’m doing all that plus I have two fingers up the ass of the married bear.  Soon it’s the cutie and I on the floor, sucking the rest of the room.

I rise.  I guide the bald bear away from the group and into the sling.  “Let’s get you opened up.”  He tells me to go slow.  I kneel and stick my tongue deep in his overly hairy hole.  He grunts in appreciation.  The rest of the men have congregated around the sling, watching and idly playing with the dick next to them.  I stand up, and slowly insert my lubed cock.  He’s tight.  Very.  I inch forward.  He huffs poppers and within seconds, I am swallowed by his ass.  I hold.  Then slowly start to fuck.  My slender hips smack his full ass with a sound that reverberates throughout the basement.  It turns the other guys on.  The construction guy is now down on his knees sucking the married bear. The cutie and the host have moved around to work the nipples of the bear in the sling.  I fuck a long time.  He eggs me on.  When I need a rest, the cutie moves around and inserts his long, thin and uncut cock into the well lubed, hot hole.  Santa takes my cock and cleans it murmuring he loves ass to mouth.  I let him have it all.

The bald bear finally signals he needs a break.  The married bear grabs my wrist and tells me to fuck him.  He leads me to the now vacant sling.  He hops in but seems unclear what the stirrups are for.  I get his legs situated, then rim, then rise.

“Oh, fuck.  You are gonna fuck me bareback.  Stick that raw cock up me.  Fuck me bareback, man.  But don’t cum in me.  I want that raw cock….”  He never stops spouting his little mantra.  I work up him.  He’s easier to get into.  For a moment his eyes register panic, then he relaxes into the moment and tells me how hot my raw cock is making him.  He can’t take me for long.  “Don’t blow in my ass,” he keeps reminding me.  I don’t tell him it would take an act of God to get me off this early in the proceedings.  Eventually he asks me to stop.  He gets out and takes his crimson cock to the construction guy, who obligingly deep throats it.  Married bear shoots instantly, making the construction guy shoot all over the linoleum.  Both dress and leave.

I fuck Santa.  The cutie fucks Santa.  I start to fist Santa.  (Now there are sentences I never thought I’d type.)  The young cutie and the bald bear are doing taking turns sucking each other.  As I start to insert my speculum into Santa, the doorbell sounds.  It’s a young man—dark, defined, Italianate, uncut.  And petrified that we are playing bareback.  He lets the young cutie suck him and the old guys get to lick his nipples.  I pry open his tightly clenched ass cheeks and run my tongue up and down his crack.

The host asks if he can rim me.  I get in the sling.  His beard actually feels great on my ass crack.  He loves digging into my ass with his tongue.  He spits and sputters.  I have to remind him of my “no fingers” rule.  He apologizes.  The cutie is working the cock of the dark young man as the bald bear lies on an exam table and jerks, as he watches the scene.  Young cutie is looking kind of bored at the lack of energy and enthusiasm his partner gives off.  When Santa needs to stand up and stretch, the cute young top asks if he can lick my hole.  I answer, by simply taking a hit of poppers.  Then the hottest moment of the night happens.  He is doing a perfectly good job on my ass crack, but Santa doesn’t think so.  He grabs his from behind, an arm around his neck and starts whispering into his into his ear how to do it.  He is forcing the face of the young man into my ass.  Deeper and deeper.  I can see he can’t breathe.  And we are both getting off on it.

“Eat his hole.  Work that tongue into him.  Come on.  Spit on his hole.”  He pulls him back so he can do just that.  I look down to see if he’s happy.  The look of unbridled lust on both their faces makes me jerk my cock even harder.  “Lick him good.”  Santa turns the young man’s head so he can taste me on his lips.  I take my hand off my cock, not trusting myself.  

Then the moment is over.

The bald bear claims he can’t get fucked again.

I eat the ass of cute young man as the Italianate guy watches.  It’s soft, smooth and quite wondrous. 

“I think I want to get fucked.”

I stand up.  I didn’t know he was versatile.

“But I really shouldn’t.”  I just look at him.  “I really want to know what your cock feels like, though.”  I slap my cockhead against his hole.  “I can’t get fucked bare.”  Ever the Boy Scout, I pull a Magnum out of the waistband of my chaps.  It’s rolled on and going into him before he can change his mind.  And he loves it.  He becomes very verbal, too, calling himself such a slut for bottoming for me.  He jerks so hard I am pretty sure he’ll cum.  But he doesn’t.  It does inspire the bald bear to get off all over the chest of the young man in the sling as I pound away.

When he signals he’s had enough, he jumps out of the sling and gives me a deep kiss.

The rest of the night is spent trying to get the Italianate young man to get off.  The cute guy is on the exam table, his head hanging over the edge.  The stud fucks into his mouth—bending slightly to get a better angle.  I kneel behind the stud and lick his ass crack.  He’s wedged between the two of us.  He shoots down the cute guy’s throat.  That causes the cute one to cum.  And that makes me shoot all over the ankles of the stud.

Not a bad Saturday night at all.