CLAW Day One--A Surprise Arrival

Cleveland—April, 2014

 I was at my office desk when my phone dinged.  A text.  I sighed.  I wanted to get out of there and get the suitcases in the car and get on the road to Cleveland.  CLAW was calling my name.  It was Joe—the scent pig from St. Louis.  “All systems are go,” he wrote.  “I will arrive in Cleveland after you.  Which hotel?”

I had to pause.  I had seen Joe again in St. Louis this February.  We played in my expensive hotel room there—a meeting I have yet to write up.  We’d talked, as we lay together on the huge bed at the Westin, rather idly about doing CLAW together as I stroked his sweaty bicep. 

And now, here he was driving up to do it.  It is a nine hour drive for him.  Damn.

I told him the Howard Johnson—one of the overflow hotels, but exclusively leather.

 

So he’s here.  I’ve registered.  And we have our tickets to the first of the Recon/reflex parties.

Joe is in the shower as I type this. 

The running water reminds me of when we first met, about six years ago.

Here’s his picture. 

 

 

Imagine this man in a jock, kneeling in the middle of the bar at the Chicago piss party begging for piss.  I gave him some…

 

Enough.  I need to shower and get into my chaps. 

 

Muscle Hole

Columbus, OH—February, 2014

I mentioned him briefly.  He was the boy I got off in after the terrific fisting session I had in the middle of December at Steamworks in Chicago.  I think I just called him the Hairy One.  And he is, below the waist.  He conceivably has the hairiest ass I have ever fucked---the kind of long silky hair I want to braid with my tongue. 

We wrote each other after that meet.  He typed:  “I want more of what I briefly had the experience of at Steamworks... and more. I want to feel your hand inside my hole. When is good with you?”

February was my month of traveling for work.  I had just been in Memphis for too many days.  And now I was gearing up for the next trip to St Louis.  But I wanted more, too.  So I went to his home in Columbus on my one free weekend.

His playroom was in the basement.  He had a sling attached to the rafters.  I’d brought the rimseat, for I needed that hairy ass on my face.  It was cool down there.  No, it was cold.  But we warmed it up fast…

I am kneeling in front of that hairy, hairy ass.  I sit back on my heels and just look at Marco in the sling.  His ass is giving off heat; he is, after all, fresh from the shower.  The hair is still slightly damp.  The drops glisten in the light from the single bulb lighting the scene.  Music fills the room.  One of those discs of music to fuck by.  I linger another moment. Looking.  Enjoying the anticipation.

I dive in.  The hair clings to my face.  Marco groans.  He has clamped his ass shut.  My tongue pries him open.  He flowers open when he’s ready.  My tongue plunges deep into him.  My cock erects at the taste and heat of his hole.  Marco reaches down and pulls his cheeks apart even more.  I go deeper yet. 

I feel totally at home, my face plastered against his butt.  I stay there a long time.

Eventually, I rear up and fuck him.  Again he shows his muscle control.  He clamps down on my cock until it’s the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked.  Then he relaxes his anal grip and lets me slide into him. I fuck two or three strokes and he clamps again. 

“Jesus,” I bark.  It feels incredible.  His silky canal is grasping at every millimeter of my cock.  He relaxes again.  I fuck him hard.  His cock never ceases to drool into an ever growing puddle of pre-cum.  I finally mop it up with my right hand and spread it over my cock then push back into his hole.

“That’s so hot…” he mutters under his breath.  Then he closes his eyes and concentrates on milking my dick.

I pause in my assault of his ass.  I grab the egg-headed dildo out of my bag.  I give it a quick lube work it into Marco.  His eyes are still closed, so he’s not sure what I have added.  I push it down and work my cock in along the top of it.  Suddenly, Marco is very full.  He moans.  I love how tight I have made him.  He tries to tighten down on me, but the toy prevents him.  I double fuck him until I have to stop—thinking I might get off.

We try the rimseat.  I love how wet his hole is on my face, but the floor, even with the towel I brought for me to lie on, is too cold.

We go back to the sling.  I pull out the largest toy I own.  Marco takes it easily.  I add a finger around the thick edges of it, continuing the stretch.  Then a second one.

“I want that hand.”

I give him my cock instead.  I fuck him hard as I pull on a pair of black, nitrile gloves.  The J-lube is right there.  I grease up—my cock still pumping into him.  I pause and work my left hand fingers into his hole, wrapping them around my cock.  I pull my cock out and my fist is all but sucked into his ass.  He clamps down on my wrist.  I pull out slightly and open my fingers.  I push back in.   I pull out and repeat with my right hand. 

Slowly.  And deliberately.  His hole is flexing and telling me when to slow, when to go deeper. 

His ass is amazingly talented.

I go back to my cock.  His hole is just as tight as when I started.  Then he opens it and I add all four fingers of my left hand.  I pull out my left hand fingers and add my right. 

Back to the left. 

Then I pull out my cock and let my left hand slip into him.

I am now alternating hands.  Accelerating the speed.

I slow.  My left hand is still in him.  I work the right in alongside with it.  My fingers intertwine deep in his guts. 

We pause.  Marco tells me he has had several full body orgasms.

When we go back, it’s all about depth.  I am seated.  My right hand just crawls up him, ever so slowly.  Feeling for each turn of his canal.  I am halfway to the elbow.  I end with the side of my face on his stomach, feeling my hand work ever deeper into his gut.  He touches my ear—holding me in place.  We are as connected as two people can be.  His body shudders out another ass induced orgasm.

I am back to my cock.  And a hand.  After all the ass play, Marco can still grip my cock and wrist.  I work my hand out.  I think I’m blowing my load.  He clamps down.  I shoot into his constricting hole…

*****

We shower together after.  Having someone wash my back is almost as good as the sex.

*****

We sleep together in his massive king sized bed.  We don’t need all that room…

*****

On Sunday, we add his toys into the play.  Those toys dwarf any of mine.

And we do it all over again…

Prepping for CLAW

I am packing:

Chaps

Vest

Harness

The shirt in the picture

Sling

Rimseat

And a lot of extra towels.

CLAW is this coming weekend.

Cleveland Leather Awareness Weekend brings together some of the hottest men in the Midwest and, now, the rest of the world.  It is one of my favorite places to play.

Once again I will be doing daily reports from the front--whether I’m playing in the hotel or at the incredible Recon/Reflex parties held in the Flex Warehouse.

Hopefully, I might meet a reader or two at the Vendor Mart

Or in the sling…

Piss Fuck

Detroit—February, 2014

I’d been home from Memphis for almost a week.  With the flurry of activity there (and the late nights) I had not even tried to hook up when I got home.  Which meant that I was now horny as fuck. 

But I had to go visit my Dad at his senior living facility—not look for a hook up.  The visit was mildly depressing.  The Alzheimer’s seemed to be progressing faster now—or maybe I was noticing more changes with being gone for over week.  And it was Valentine’s Day.  A day my late partner and I used to laugh at...but no more.

I left Dad and drove to a fast food parking lot.  I hauled out my computer.  I would be damned if I was going to be alone tonight.  I connected on the free wireless and logged onto BBRT.

My mood shifted.  The profile right under mine was a piss pig who’d been talking to me for months.  We’d never had the same times available to play.  I asked if he was looking for now.  It took him mere seconds to answer “yes.” Three exchanges later we were set—we’d play at his place in an hour so we could both tank up.

I found his home easily.  A little elfin man in a towel opened the door.  Mark was around my age.  His head was shaved.  His thin body was fit and hard.  The floor in front of the couch was covered with large white garbage bags and some plastic sheeting under those.  I got out of my clothes quickly.  His towel dropped.  He stroked himself to a semi hard as he watched me push and pull my balls and cock through my cock ring.  My bladder was full.  I pulled on the yellow jock.  I stuck my small lube bottle into the waistband.  Then the poppers.  I had to piss…

“You want this?” I ask him unnecessarily, grasping my swelling pouch.

He nods.

“Get on your knees.”

He does, right in the middle of the covered carpet.  I pull my cock out.  I am swelling with just the thought of pissing on this man—who’s wanted it for half a year.  I stand right in front of him.  His mouth opens.  He tries to take me in his mouth.  I pull it away.  Piss spurts—hitting him on the chin.  He opens his mouth again—craning forward, looking like a hungry baby bird.  I redirect it up to his mouth.  He gurgles in delight as he swallows me down.  Now I let the stream hit his nipples and bring it down to his swollen red cock.  He is beating his dick like mad.  I love the wet sound his hand makes as I cover his cock with the hot stream.

I will myself to stop the flow.  “All fours.” I bark out.  He falls forward.  I move around behind him.  I get down on my knees, reach forward and spread his cheeks apart.  I lean in—my tongue finds his hole.  He grunts into the bottle of poppers he has plastered to his nose.  I eat him out.  My cock is incredibly hard.  I straighten up and have my cock right against his hole.  It spurts more piss, coating his ass crack.  I am right back to eating and slurping the pale liquid from his hairy cleft.  I reach down, and one handed, grab the lube from my jock, flip open the cap and get a couple of drops on my rampant cock.  I plunge into him. 

“Oh, fuck.  Yes.”

He’s hot.  I want to just fucking pound him, but I start slowly.  I really do want to feel every inch of his ass clinging to my cock as I pull out.  I sink back in.  Inch by inch.  I can’t help myself.  I just rev it up and slam into his ass.

He’s breathless when I stop.  I help him up and we both grab water bottles.  “I need to piss,” he mutters more to himself than me.  I take another swig of water then kneel in front of him.  “You want to…” he says and trails off.

“Feed it to me.”

Mark puts the head of his soft cock in my mouth.  I can see the concentration on his face as I take a deep breath of my own poppers.  I get the cap on just in time.  His stream of piss starts slowly and builds.  I swallow.  At first easily.  Then it’s flowing in a rush, so much so I can barely keep up with the monumental flow.  He tastes great.  He’s hydrated and it’s a sweet, pale stream that is cascading down my throat.  I swallow and swallow.  His stream slows and sputters out.  I stand up.  I lean in for a kiss and yellowball a mouth full of piss into his mouth.  Mark groans like he’s just shot a load.

We spend a long time taking turns rimming each other.  Back and forth.  Then as a 69.

As soon as I need to piss again, I stop licking his wet ass and pull Mark up so he’s on all fours.  I push easily into his puffy hole.  He groans again and takes a hit of poppers.  I fuck for a moment.  Mid stroke, I stop.  I hold a moment then begin a very slow fuck.  And start to piss.  I don’t think he can feel it at first.

Then:  “Oh, my God.  Fuck me full of piss.”  I start to slam into him harder.  His ass is filling fast.  The temperature is soaring.  “That feels incredible.  Fuck that piss into me.”  I am still spurting piss into his hole.  Every back stroke pulls a little out of him.  “I feel so full.  Shit, that’s hot.” 

I fuck him hard.   

I stop for a moment and let my cock marinate in the piss.  I pull it out and bring it around to his mouth.  His eyes tell the tale—I have done one of those things he’s only dreamed about.  His mouth is all over my cock.  I pull it out and take it back to his dripping hole.  I push in.  Piss squirts out on me.  I am ready to load him up.

“You want some cum now?”

“Fuck, yes.  Knock me up.”

I slow and then speed up to a punishing fuck.  My wet hips slap his wetter butt cheeks.   The sound turns us both on.  He’s playing with his soft cock.  

I gasp.

And shoot.

I grind my load deep into his overflowing ass.

I pull out.

 

Spent and wet. 

And happy…

Churned

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The Hot One

Memphis—February, 2014

My string of luck continued.  The next night, I corresponded with the hottest man of the trip.  His profile picture showed a thoroughly worked out chest with an extensive tribal design that started on his shoulder and swooped around and down his side and vaguely pointed at his crotch.  I could only assume it wrapped around his back as well.  His head was shaved.  His tanned face showed strong cheek bones accented by a thin, stylized goatee.  He gave his age as 38—and it could have been that or anything up to 45.  He looked like he would have fit right in with the models on any Raging Stallion video.

He “smiled” at me-with that stupid I-can’t-think-of-anything-to-say feature of most hook-up sites.

We talked.  He wanted to get fucked—but there was a caveat. 

“What?” I asked.

“My partner would like to come too.  Is that ok with you?”

“Of course.”  We set the time and I told him my room number.

They were late—but they did send me a text to say clean out had run long.  The knock on the door came just as I was tying my left boot.  I adjusted my swelling cock in my jock and looked through the spy hole.

 

It’s him.  You can’t disguise that body even with a heavy jacket.  He steps in with a ‘hi’ and a hug.  His partner comes around the corner.  He’s big.  Not sloppy, but hardly trim.  I guess about my age.  I assume that he buys the gym membership for his partner.  He certainly doesn’t have one for himself.  We shake hands. 

“I like to watch my boy get worked over,” the older man announces as he drops his pants.  So much for my fantasy of sharing his hole.  I turn to the hot one.  He’s already naked but for a blue jock.  He’s truly stunning.  He makes a beeline for the floor in front of me where he kneels and starts mouthing the pouch of my jock.

My cock is soon out and buried to the hilt.  The partner finishes stripping, kneading a mound of balls and cock flesh.  He flops down on the far side of the fuck bed.

My cock is hard and dripping.  I really want it up this hot hole.  I help the hot one up and lead him to the bed.  “Bend.”  He places his hands on the mattress, his feet spread apart.  I kneel and get the first taste of his hole. 

Amazing.

I burrow in.  He’s trimmed the hair in his ass crack, but not annoyingly.  I wet his pucker, pushing deep with each stroke of my tongue.  I leave him wet and dripping. 

I stand.

“Fuck him hard.”

I push in.  The hot one groans and tells me to pound his hole.  I start fucking.  Roughly.  Holding him down on the bed by the neck.  The boyfriend gets a glimmer of an erection.   I pound the hot one’s ass until the frame of the bed starts squeaking.

I pause.  “Up on all fours,” I tell him.  He gets his legs under him, ready for the next assault of his worked out butt.  I take it.  I own it for these few minutes.

Another moment of involvement from the partner:  I pull out of the hot one and he leans across to lick my cock.  “I love the taste of his ass,” he murmurs. 

But he does nothing else for the rest of the fuck but knead his petite cock.  And I don’t care. 

I have the hot one ride me.  He strips off the jock and tosses it on the floor before he settles down on my dick.  I want to look up and see that magnificent body impaling himself on the column of my cock.  I want to see his eyes roll back into his head as he bounces.  I want to see his decent sized cock flop in rhythm to the fuck.  See the muscles of his pecs tense.  Watch his face turn red as the poppers hit.  Feel the steady drip of precum falling on my flat stomach as he rides me.

But I can’t cum this way.

They were late.  It has to be short and sweet tonight.

“Back on all fours.”  But I’m fully on the bed, kneeling behind him.  The hot one’s head is buried in the pillow after a huge hit of poppers.  I enter him roughly.

“You want this load?”

He grunts an affirmative into the pillow.

But I want to hear the words.  I pull his head up.  “What did you say?”

“Breed me.  Please.”

“Breed him good,” I hear from the man on the side of the bed.

I pull all the out and sink it into him.

Once.

Twice.

Three—I let fly.  My cum pumps deep.  I bark out my orgasm.  It’s loud.  My head hits the pillow beside his. 

I let my cock drain into his ass.  I don’t want to move.  But the Boyfriend is stirring and ready to dress and go.  They thank me profusely and leave.

Only then do I see it.  There is huge puddle of jizz that I fucked out of the hot one pooling on the expensive sheets…

His Master's Load

Memphis—February, 2014

The next day, I was online during my lunch break.  A man hit me up.  He loved the picture of my cock.  “I want you to fuck me,” he wrote.  I looked at his pictures.  They showed a well preserved man of about my age.  There was the requisite butt shot bent over a bed.  A dick shot in the bathroom mirror.  And a face shot.  His head was shaved.  He sported a tightly cropped goatee.  He smirked at the camera in a way that appealed to me.  I told him I was not able to play until late night—would he be available then?  “Yes,” he wrote back, “if my Master will let me.” 

Wait…

“Are you allowed to play?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied, “if I ask first."

“Please ask him.”

“Oh, I will.  He’s fucking me after dinner.”

“Okay,” I told him.  “Let’s do this.  If he’s ok with it, bring me his load in your ass.”

“That’s hot,” he typed back.  “I will be there at 11:00 fully loaded.”    

 

He’s late.  It’s 11:05. 

11:07  A knock.

I open the door.

“I’m sorry.  We had a marathon session.”  He comes in and takes off his jacket, tossing it on the sleeping bed.  He sits on the corner of it and starts removing his shoes.  “He fucked me for three hours straight.”

“Really…”  I remove my pants and add them to the pile of clothes collecting on the made bed.

“Yeah, my holes kind of sore.  Go easy.”

Brady is now naked.  He smiles and gets on all fours on the bed that is obviously prepped for play.  His ass is right on the edge of the bed.  He knows just what I want.  To sink my tongue in there…

I kneel behind him.  The sight of ass like that never ceases to arouse me.  The smell of sex still clings to him.  I lean forward, spreading his cheeks apart slightly.  His hole is puffy and used.  I look at it, then lean in until my tongue connects with his pucker.  He jumps like I gave him a shock.  My tongue goes into him.  Deep.  His hole is moist.  I can taste his Master’s load right there.  Salty and slightly bitter.  A smoker is my guess.  I moan in the back of my throat and go in again.  I’m deeper this time.  Brady pushes slightly and lets me have more cum on my tongue.  I stand up, lean over him and cock his head towards me.  I spit it right into his mouth.  He gasps and swallows.  I can see the ‘thank you’ in his eyes.

I eat more.  I keep it this time.  I swallow it hungrily.  My cock is hurting, it’s so hard.  I stand up and push just the head into his puffy hole.

“Argh!”  He bites down on his wrist, cutting off the sound. 

I don’t move.  I just let my dick head marinate in his Master’s load.

I inch in.  Inch after inch.  I hold after every one of those inches.  The heat from his ass is palpable.  I move again.  I’m buried to the hilt.  I hold.

Brady pants.  When his breath slows, he says two words.  “Fuck me.”

But I don’t.  I pull my cock out just as slowly as I went in.  The flared head brings a huge glob of semen.  I lean over him and lick it up.  I lick his hairless ass until there is no trace of jism.  My cock is drooling its own precum.  I smear it down his ass crack.

I hold my cock against his puffy, red hole.  Once again I work my rigid cock into him.  Almost as slowly.  But with a steady drive.  I hold, my cock hitting bottom.

“Please,” he whispers.  “Fuck me.  In his load.”

And I do…