All the Tops in the Same Hole -- House Party

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All the Tops in the Same Hole

Chicago—October, 2014

I attended two parties in October with my friend and fellow blogger Ryan (of Spreading My Legs!).  Both parties, rather surprisingly, had a scene that I don’t see very often outside of an organized gangbang :  guys using one man to take all the loads.

The one I’ll talk about today was at the October piss party.  It was a very wet gathering.  About 60 men were pissing on each other, drinking from the tap and sucking each other’s cocks.  But there was not a lot of fucking.  And I didn’t mind.  I was having a great time with letting any and every one suck my cock.  Sometimes we traded off.  Sometimes I gave them a gullet full of piss.  Sometimes they let me drink my fill.  Sometimes I would piss on their hardened cocks and then do a deep throat cleaning—this gave me more than one cum load down my throat.

But right at the end, a man bent over and began taking dick up his ass.  He was a young man.   He was new to the party, maybe in his mid-30’s.  His face was quite handsome.  He had an average (or slightly above) body and a lightly haired ass I could get lost in.  Earlier in the evening, he would jut his ass out while leaning on the bar talking to his partner.  I would walk by and play with his ass for a moment.  He’d smile and suck my dick, then straighten up and continue talking.  Near the end, I found him again—his ass jutting out.  I made eye contact with his partner who grinned and nodded as I slapped my cock on the ass mound in front of me.  I pissed his crack, knelt and licked him clean.

“I think we need to fuck him.”

His partner leads the young man away from the bar, to one of the benches that are slightly out of the way.  He is older than the young man by at least 10 years and is just beginning to go gray and rather soft around the waist.  But his cock is a ramrod.  He bends his ball capped boy over. 

“Eat his hole out some more.  Get it good and wet for me.” 

I am already hunkered down on the damp floor, with my face buried in his boy’s piss flavored hole.  I eat and slurp, leaving lots of saliva behind.

“I better go first or you’ll split him open.” 

I stand up and step to one side.  The ball capped bottom looks over his shoulder and watches his partner slide into him.  The top sighs and the boy grunts as cock and hole connect. 

He is fucking him hard in no time.  Attracting a crowd, too.  We are ringed with men, watching and jerking.  I reach over the back of the bottom and twist the top’s well worked nipples.  He groans in appreciation.  I twist them again, a little harder.

“Shit!”  The top is shooting up his partner. 

After he pulls out, I bend and do a quick lick at the cum oozing out of the boy.  The top sticks his deflating cock into his partner’s mouth as I stick my cock in the slimy hole.  There is a lot of cum—I glide in easily.  The top reaches for my nipples.  I feel a hand on my ass.  I look at all the cocks jerking to our scene. 

I explode.  I let it marinate in his hole for a moment and pull out.

Chad, a man about the same age as the bottom, can’t wait to fuck in my load.  He pushes in.  And shoots fast.

Ryan is up next.  As he fucks, one of his friends shoots a load on the upturned ass.  Ryan scoops it up and covers his own dick, fucking it into the boy.

That makes Ryan adds his load, too.

The boy has five loads inside of 20 minutes.

The right time and the right place.

And the right ass.

Ryan and I go off to get dressed, but the boy is still bent over and busy. 

I wish I knew his final load count.

Next time:  Another hot ass ignites a house party.

The Pest

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Forced Entry

Amish country, Indiana—October, 2014

The text came in at 5:00am.  Really?  So soon? 

I squinted at the screen:  “Will you be joining me this morning?”

I grabbed my reading glasses and sent back a “yes.”

The phone binged again with another message—one sent before he could have possibly read my answer.

“Address I gave you.  @ 6am.  Look for the open window.”

The person giving the instructions was Bill, a versatile man who has appeared a number of times in these posts.  He is mid 40’s, with a shaved head and a fat dick.  And he is the most sadistic top I know.  He had a new sub.  A man who craved sex that he would feel for the rest of the day.  And Bill wanted me to help give the man something he’d remember. 

We were “breaking into” his house and “raping” him.

I didn’t bother to shower.  I dressed in my dirtiest jock and zipped myself into my flight suit.  I was going to make it a zippered fuck.  No fumbling with taking off boots and jeans, nor tripping with clothes down around my ankles.

I was working here in Northern Indiana for a few weeks.  I had mapped out the way to the “victim’s” house.   It was not far, but out in the country.  My headlamps cut through the early morning fog.  I was in my own corn maze as I went through field after field of brown and withered cornstalks.  And then I saw the number on his mailbox—big reflective numbers no trick could miss.

I parked behind Bill’s pickup.  He was here before me.  I got out, making sure I had nothing but lube in my pockets.  I went around behind the house as instructed.  Sure enough, there was a low window open.  I looked through it.  The room was dark save for a shaft of light coming in from the bedroom’s doorway.  I could quite clearly see the man on the bed and Bill in front of him.  The man was on all fours his ass towards the window.  Bill was fucking his thick cock into the man’s mouth.  The man was whimpering and doing his best to take the dick.

“Suck it, faggot.”

Bill saw me.  He held up a finger—signaling for me to wait a second.

“Get my dick good and wet.  It’s going up your ass.”

Bill pulled out of his mouth.  “Now turn around.  I’m taking your ass.”

The man complied.  His head was buried in his arms.  Bill grabbed his hair and pulled him up so he was on all fours.  At that moment the man saw me at the window.  He yelped.  Bill slapped the hapless man’s ass and entered him roughly with no more lube than the spit left on his cock.

And I climbed through the window hearing nothing but the man’s whimpering and the slap of Bill’s hips against the full butt.

I stand before him.  Bill still holds the man by the hair, forcing him to look at me.  I pull the zipper of my flight suit down slowly. My neck, chest, waist and finally my crotch are revealed to him.  My cock is swollen, making the dirty jock look particularly obscene.  I grind it into our victim’s face.  He inhales with one long breath.  He starts licking at it like I’d just given him poppers.  I work my balls free of the pouch.  He worships those, leaving them awash with saliva.  I push the head of my dick into his mouth—still in the jock.  He gags—but with his eyes shining with lust.  I peel the damp pouch aside.  My cock springs free and slaps him in the face.  He whimpers again.

“Fuck his hot mouth,” orders Bill.

I do.  Soon, Bill and I are thrusting into him in rhythm.  I finally pull out of his mouth.  A long strand of that thick saliva still connects us.  My hand catches it and I smear it on the victim’s face.  He grunts and his head hits the mattress.  I thump the back of his head with my cock.

“Take his ass.”

I turn him roughly so Bill and I don’t have to move.  “Clean his dick, fucker,” I bark out.  The victim gets Bill’s thickness into his mouth, just as I line my cock up with his puffy, used hole.  I insert.  One long stroke.  Balls deep.  And hold.  The man in the middle grunts and begins to whimper again. 

I am fucking fast and hard.   It’s all about me.  And the man doesn’t want it any other way.

Bill has pulled out of his mouth.  He slaps the man, telling him to shut up and take it.  When that doesn’t stop the noise, he rummages around on a night table, pulls out a sizable butt plug and shoves it into the man’s mouth.  The noise stops.

I keep fucking.  Bill twists the butt plug out of the victim’s mouth, turns around and grinds his butt into the man’s face.  I guide his head so his tongue is going right up Bill’s shit hole.  Bill strokes himself and calls him a faggot again.

We turn him once more.

“Taste your ass," I tell him.  

Bill puts the plug into the man’s ass.  Then adds his own cock alongside it.  The man arches his back, pulling off of me, and howls.  But he takes it.  He even mutters a “Thank you, Sir.”

When Bill pulls out, I turn the man in the middle once more.  I pull out the plug and toss it to Bill.  He feeds it to the victim.  I spit on his hole and sink in.  “I’m gonna shoot,” I announce. 

I do.   It’s not a big load, but a damn satisfying one.  Bill gets off the bed for the first time.  He comes around and pushes into the cummy mess I’ve left.  In three swift strokes, he shoots deep into our play toy.  Bill holds for a moment, then pulls out.  He grabs the plug.

“Wear this to work,” he tells the man as he slides it into the slimed hole.  “Keep our loads inside you all day.”

The man, plug in place, curls into a fetal position as we dress.

I go out the window first.  I have one leg out when I hear the used man on the bed whisper to Bill “That was the best.  Thank you, Sir.”

And I drive away, back into the fog.

The Fluid Pig Lives Up to His Name

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Wet Inside and Out

My Playroom—October, 2014

The request came in over BBRT.  He was going to be alone at the top of the week.  Did I have time to work him over during that time?  I did.  I was pleased we’d finally get to play as we had been chatting for almost a year.  I looked at his pictures again.  He was so familiar looking—where did I know him from?   I ran the rolodex in my head.  Nothing.  I shrugged.  It was likely just because we’d been chatting off and on for so long.

I typed out my usual question:  “What do you want the focus of the session to be about?”

The answer came back swiftly:  “I want to be wet inside/out and fucked as hard as you can.  Push some limits for me.”

I grinned at my computer screen and set the date.

Kerry is right on time.  I open the door for him, very pleased.  He is yet another of those men who need new pictures—they had showed a good looking enough man, but in person he is downright handsome.  I take him upstairs and tell him to strip.  Kerry could be anywhere from 38 to 48.  He is a self-proclaimed bear, but really only because he has lots of hair all over and a broad chest.  He carries some extra weight on his 6 foot frame, but it’s anything but sloppy.  The hair is sort of blondish red.  An elaborate tattoo of Celtic design is revealed on the small of his back as he strips out of his boxer briefs.  He digs in his bag and puts a black jock on, covering a sizable cock that is swelling in anticipation.

“The floor is still cold,” I tell him, “you might want to put your boots back on.”

He does.  And an intricate leather arm band on his right bicep.

I heft my cock in my discolored jock.  I am getting hard just looking at him.  I am in my boots and the bull dog harness, having hung up my robe behind the door.

“Up on the bench.”  I skip any preliminary cock sucking.  I want to taste to his ass.  Kerry settles into the bench.  I kneel behind him.  His ass is incredibly full.  I pull the cheeks apart and connect with his pucker.  Kerry, mid popper huff, gasps and almost drops the cap. 

“You are so deep in me, Sir.”

I mumble into his ass.

“Tongue me hard, Sir.”

I do.  And have been.  He tastes great.  Showered, but he’s beginning to sweat as my space heater is cranking out hot air.

I stand up.  The piss erupts from my cock.   It hits him in the small on his back, giving the visible parts of his tattoo a good wash.  I direct it down the crack on his ass.  The piss clings to the hair in the cleft, then drips to the towel on the floor.  Kerry is moaning into the popper bottle.  I swipe my cock down his wet crack, kneel and bury my face in the hot, dripping piss.  I slurp and swallow.  Lick and spit.

Piss a little more.

Clean him up.  I work my cock head into his now sopping hole.  I hold it there.  And pull out.  I move around to the front of the bench and offer my cock to suck.  His first limit test:  ATM.  He passes.  He takes me into his mouth and sucks all the piss, spit and ass juice off my cock head.

I go back for more.  I bend and spit into his hole.  I work the first three inches in.  I spit on my shaft, pull it out and offer it to him again. 

When my cock goes back into his ass, it has nothing but his saliva on it.

And now I fuck.

Hard.

So hard the bench shakes.

“Look in front of you.  Look in the mirror.  Watch me fuck you.”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk…” is all the answer I get and the only answer I want.

*****

We are now in the sling.  I am doing the same wetting of his ass crack with more piss.  I don’t want to flood his gut until the end. 

I piss and rim.

Rim and fuck.

Rim again.

Kerry is watching it all in the mirror above his head—bungee corded to the sling stand.

I blindfold him. And have him hold onto the sling chains above his head.  I am all over him with my hands, tongue, and fingers. 

I play with his nipples—working them hard with fingers and teeth.  Then lick the pain away.

I get his cock out of the pouch of his jock.  I suck it.  I piss on his hardening dick and go back to sucking it.

I move to his pit.  I tongue it.  I piss a little there too.  Kerry moans and opens his mouth.  I splash some on his tongue.  He swallows hungrily.  I clean his pit.  I push his chin down with my thumb and spit in his mouth—the mix of the acrid sweat and the sweet piss.

“Fuck,” Kerry mumbles.

I do the second pit in the same way.

And I fuck. 

I make the sling stand shake.  So hard I crack the mirror above the stand.

I get the blindfold off of him, offering my ass-juice flavored cock for his oral pleasure.

Just before I get him up, I drench his ass crack again.

“Now sit on my face on the rimseat.”

*****

I am so deep up his ass.  The piss clinging to the hair in his ass crack has all but been wrung out with my constantly moving tongue and lips.  I am as hard as I have been all day.  I feel like the thumping blood in my cock could burst out of the over swollen skin. 

I touch his thighs.  “Up. I need to breed.”

Kerry gets up in one movement and is astride the bench before I am out from under the seat.

I insert.

I pump.

I shoot.

Kerry clamps down and milks me.

I try to piss his ass—wash out all that cum I’ve just shot into him.  But I’m dry.  Finally.

*****

I lick Kerry’s balls as he jerks.  He shoots.  I think about licking his furry chest clean, but it doesn’t sound nearly as hot post-orgasm.

After his shower, Kerry is dressing to go.  He mentions his boyfriend in passing.

“So there is one?” I say.

“Sure, you know that…”

And it falls into place--why he looked familiar.

Kerry is partnered to one of my regulars.  I have seen them together only once socially.  They have a Don’t Ask/Don’t Tell policy about playing.  They do it separately, never together.  I am quite sure that neither knows the other has been in the playroom.

I can’t help but smile and nod and change the subject.

Motel Gangbang -- Two Holes - No Waiting

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