Birthday Bash -- Elbow Grease

(Continues from the last few posts.)

Jacob takes a sip of miso soup.  “Do you want to mess around this morning?”

“I do.  After all, Derrick told me to ravage you…”

“Good.  I’ll clean up as soon as we’re done here.”

I chew thoughtfully.  While I’ve played with Derrick without Jacob, it’s never been the other way around.  My cock stirs under my bathrobe.  By the next bite, I’m rock hard…

*****

The dishes are stacked.  We both go off to shower—Jacob upstairs and me down by the guest room.  Mine is quicker.

I am tying my boots when I hear the water turn off.  My cock is still plump—no longer hard—but it’s a struggle to get the metal cock ring on with it slightly swollen.  I don’t bother with the chaps, I just slip on my jock.  That way I can tuck my lube bottle in the wide waistband.  I go into the playroom to wait.

And not for long.

Jacob comes down the stairs.  He’s in nothing but a jock himself.  He closes the door.  I pull him into a long kiss.  We grind our pouched cocks together.  Our tongues are busy.  I love the feel of his beard on mine.

Eventually, I press on his shoulders.  He goes to his knees.  My cock is sticking out of the side of my jock.  He takes me into his mouth.   Maybe a third of my dick.  “Deeper.  I know you can.”  He swallows me down to just over half.  I let him set the rhythm of his cocksucking.  He pulls off, takes a deep breath and dives down on me again.  This time a little deeper.  I push forward just slightly.  He takes me.  And there’s no gagging.

I pull out and kneel in front of him so we are face to face once again.  I pull him into another kiss.  Sticking my tongue into his mouth is making my cock drip.

I pull out of it.  “Let’s just get to the sling.”  We move farther back into the room.  “Stay right there.”  Jacob has grabbed the chains to hoist himself in.  I kneel in front of him and swallow his cock down.  He’s as hard as I am.  And leaking.  I get a tongueful of pre-cum. 

I finally stop and help him get into the sling.  Then it’s back to my knees and burying my face in the still moist hair of his ass.  My tongue slowly works through all the hair to find his hot pucker.  Jacob groans on the first direct contact.  I begin a deep burrowing.

I can hear him stroking his cock.  “Can I have some lube?”  I toss my bottle up to him; I’m not going to stop eating his hole, even for a moment.  I pry it open with just my tongue.  At one point, Jacob stops stroking and spreads his cheeks with both hands so I can get into him even deeper.

I lube my cock as I lick and spit.  I can’t stand it.  I need my dick in him.  I stand up.  Align.  Push.  Sink in.  Maybe half my dick is encased in his hot ass. I stop.   Jacob pants.  His hot, wet hole relaxes.  I inch in.  More and more.  My pubes grind into him.  I’m home.  I pause again.

I bend over him.  My face is just above his.  I kiss him, look him in the eye and whisper “I’m going to fuck you so hard…”

Our eyes remain locked.  I pull out slowly.  Leaving just the head inside.  I fuck.  And fuck.  I build relentlessly.  I need to catch my breath, but I can’t stop slamming into his ass.  Jacob stops stroking.  Finally I slow.  I bend and kiss him again, still in his ass.

I pull out.  I want to try something that I learned last night.  I grab the Elbow Grease.  I whiten both my hands with the creamy lube.  Jacob is sure I am about to fist his well fucked ass.  But I don’t.  I grab his bare right foot in the stirrup.  My hands glide over it.  My thumbs work the sole.  They scoop up to the ball of the foot.  Every inch is covered and massaged.  My slick fingers separate his toes.  Jacob reacts as if I am jerking him off.  He is bucking and thrashing in the sling in sheer pleasure.  I re-grease and do the other foot.  I idly wonder if I can make him shoot by doing this.  I do the sole, the ball, the toes.  I go back to the other foot.  I suck his toes.  This makes him pant.  I grab a greasy foot with each hand and work them in tandem.

I fuck him again.

I re-grease my hands.  I worm it into his ass this time.  Slowly.  Steadily.  I’m almost there—and then his sphincter snaps shut on my wrist.  I keep it there.  I lean down and suck his cock, my right hand still in his butt.

I slowly pull it out.

I go in again.  I’m pretty sure this time he’ll blow his load.  The sphincter snaps again—and he shoots.  I twist my hand out of him with each convulsion—and his ass all but pushes me out.  I start jerking my dick, too.

 I let him recover a moment.  “Can you take a little more fucking?  I really want to shoot in you.”

He nods, not sure, but I tell him I’ll stop if it’s too much.

I don’t need to worry.  I push into his used hole and my cock erupts.  Over and over.  I lean forward and hold on to him.  His arms press me into his chest.

Jacob’s lips are right at my ear.  “Happy Birthday.”

Indeed.

Birthday Bash -- Rimseat

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Birthday Bash -- Sling

(Continued from the previous posts)

The Cub is now in the sling and the Cocksucker is bent over him working on a nipple as Derrick sits on the ottoman and rims him.

Jacob and I go to the sling, too.  I move around to the far side so I can chew on the other nipple.  Jacob bends to kiss the Cub. 

The lucky fucker has all four mouths on him at once…

The Cub is jerking.  I bat his hand away and sample his dick again.  He’s leaking precum.  I use my tongue to smear it over his cock head.

Derrick stands up and shoves his dick into the boy.  The Cub grunts, but he takes it.  The Cocksucker disappears under the sling.  I can only guess he’s watching Derrick’s cock plow into that young ass.  Or maybe he’s licking Derrick’s shaft on the back stroke.  I go back to chewing on a nipple, and tweaking the one left behind with my other hand.  Jacob smothers the boy with his armpit, muttering a “Lick it” as he covers the boy’s mouth and nose.

 I watch Derrick’s face as he fucks.  It is a great mix of concentration and pleasure.  He grins at me and, moments later, tells Jacob to take a turn up the Cub. 

We rotate around the sling as the Cub gets his second dick.  Derrick is bent over, kissing him.  I stand behind the top of the sling, a hand on each of his nipples.  I can’t see the Cocksucker, I can only guess that he’s enjoying his own private porno under the sling as he watches a second raw cock go up the Cub.

“He’s nice and wet,” Jacob pants, mid stroke. 

“You better go taste his ass,” Derrick tells me.

I let Jacob pump into him a little more, then I move around to take his place.  I sit on the ottoman and look at the puffy hole.  It is very red and slightly open from all the abuse.  I lean forward.  My tongue connects.  It goes right into him.  The Cub gives a muffled groan.  Does he have Derrick’s armpit in his face?  I don’t bother to look.  I just concentrate on slurping his hole.  And spitting.  Getting it even wetter.

“He’s big…” I hear the Cub say.

“You can do it,” Derrick reassures him.

I stand up.  I let my dick slap his balls once.  I line it up with his hole.  “I know you can take me,” I tell him, “after all that other fucking.”  I inch into him.  “Your hole felt nice and open on my tongue.  Did you like me licking your hole?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well, now you are going to take me.  How much of my dick do you think is in you?”

“I don’t know...”

“You just took it all—when you weren’t worrying about it.”

“No way.”

“How does it feel?” asks Derrick.

“I feel so full,” whimpers the Cub—but it’s a good whimper, not a painful one.

Jacob comes around and leans across him to suck his dick as I begin to fuck.  I do a slow and easy stroke.  The Cub is making the hottest noises as he abandons himself to the sensations of dick in his hole.  He has to tell Jacob to stop sucking his cock or he’ll explode. 

This makes me start a really hip smacking fuck.  Derrick is bent over, whispering obscenities into the Cub’s ear.  Jacob has moved to his nipples.  The Cocksucker has emerged from under the sling and stands to the side, his eyes never leaving the sight of my dick disappearing into the Cub.

I pause.  My cock is totally buried in this boy who an hour ago was afraid of it.  I bend down so my chest presses into his.  “You’ve just had every bottom’s dream,” I whisper.  “Three raw cocks back to back.”  The Cub groans.  Derrick laughs.  “Now take my dick.”  I straighten back up and fuck into him at full force.

“Fuck!”  he grunts out.  His hand finds his rampant cock.  He strokes it.  I touch his tightening balls.

And he shoots.

All over himself.

I lean forward.  My tongue swipes through a huge puddle of jizz.  It’s creamy and thick.

The Cub is shaking from the force of his cumming.  We all hold on to him as he comes down from his explosion…

Birthday Bash -- Fuck Bench

(Continued from the previous post)

 “Wait a minute,” says Derrick.  “Let’s take the fucking down to the playroom.”

The five of us troop downstairs.

“This will be a treat for the Cub,” Jacob tells me on the steps.  “He’s never seen the playroom.”

“Really?”

“Oh, he’s been in it a lot—but we’ve always kept him blindfolded.”

And indeed, the Cub’s face is pretty priceless as he walks into this dark room where every surface is full of sex toys and lubes.  Leather gear and bondage equipment hang from the rafters and from on hooks on the wall.  Porn plays in the corner.  There is a big leather couch, the sling hangs from the rafters and my fuck bench is right inside the door in front of the couch.

“Wow…” he says, thinking it’s under his breath.

“Birthday boy brought the bench,” Jacob tells him.  “It’s great.  Get up on it.”

The Cub is very good at following directions.  He gets comfortable on the bench.  Jacob feeds him his dick and nods for me to go for the Cub’s ass.  I kneel and start to rim.  This boy is tight.  I concentrate on getting his hole extremely wet.  Derrick settles on the couch with the Cocksucker between his legs.  He watches me open up the Cub.

I rim.

I spit.

I tongue fuck.

The Cub is responding.  He is pushing back on my face.  Jacob reaches across the Cub’s back and spreads his full ass cheeks for me.  This allows me to drill deeper.  It’s the perfect birthday present.

I stand up.  I beat my engorged dick on the Cub’s butt.  I have no clue if I can fuck him raw or if I need a condom.  I am about to ask, as I slap my dick once more, right on his wet pucker. 

The Cub pulls off Jacob’s cock.  “Can someone smaller open me up?  Please?”

Derrick gets up.  “Come here, boy.  Jacob, get on the bench.”

The Cub gratefully goes over to the couch, where he instantly goes down on Derrick’s dick.  Jacob is more than willing to give me his ass.  I go back to my knees and start eating the familiar butt in front of me.  The Cocksucker comes over and it’s his turn to pull butt cheeks apart.  I tongue fuck Jacob’s hairy ass.  Deep.  I slather his hole with saliva until I can’t stand it anymore.  I have to fuck him.

I stand up.  I insert.  Slowly.  Jacob is panting, willing his hole to open.  It does.  The Cocksucker comes around so he’s behind me.  He presses up against me.  I can feel his rock hard cock against my naked ass.  He twists my nipples. I bottom out in Jacob.  I hold, pressed into him and with the Cocksucker pressed against me.  I start the backward motion of the fuck.  The Cocksucker steps away.  And then he’s squirming under the bench from the side.  He cranes up so he can lick my balls as I fuck.  Damn, that’s nice.  He licks my balls, my taint and then moves to Jacob’s dripping cock which is hanging off the bench.

I slap Jacob’s ass with an open palm.  The sound fills the room.  And I begin to really fuck.  Slow and steady.  All the way out but for the head of my drooling cock.  All the way in.  I glance behind me for a second on a back stroke.  There is moaning coming from the couch.  The Cub is riding Derrick’s dick.  I grin.  I feel so incredibly lucky.  It makes me fuck Jacob even harder.

“Damn,” says the Cocksucker, still under us.  “Split him in two with that dick.”

I am really pounding into Jacob now.  There is a wonderful moment when all the grunts and moans in the room form a little fugue of desire.  I slow down.  Still under the bench, the Cocksucker comes back to my balls.  I really slow my stroke to savor the attention.

The Cocksucker crawls out.  He leaves us as I pick up the pace on Jacob’s ass again.

The Cub is now in the sling and the Cocksucker is bent over him working on a nipple as Derrick sits on the ottoman and rims him.

I slow the fuck.  I stop.  I help Jacob off the bench, hug him and we go to the sling, too.  I move around to the far side so I can chew on the other nipple.  Jacob bends to kiss the Cub. 

The lucky fucker has all four mouths on him at once…

(More to come…)

Birthday Bash -- Oral

Southwest Michigan---December, 2016

(I’m doing something a little different this time.  There are many sections and different moods to this encounter.  I am going to break it into a number of smaller pieces…but publish daily.)

We were all lounging, post cumshots, in their playroom.  (The play is detailed here.) Derrick and I were on the couch, his arm draped on my shoulder once again.  Jacob was on the rug, nestled between Derrick’s legs, his head resting on Derrick’s thick thigh and his right hand idly playing with the calf of my left leg.

“You know,” Derrick said, giving the base of my neck a squeeze, “we should do something for your birthday.  When is it exactly?”

I named a date about two weeks away.

“Maybe we could celebrate with some group play.”

“Sure…”

And not much more was said.  I even wondered if it would happen.  But, then, the Sunday afternoon nearest my birthday, I was parking in their driveway and carting in my fuck bench to augment the playroom…

Jacob lets me in.  “One of them is already here.  He’s a cute cub we play with.  He’s been sucking our dicks for the last hour.”

I go into the study and say hello.  The young man is indeed a cute cub—blond and pale and hairy.  He’s in leather and barely looks up from sucking Derrick’s dick.  Jacob helps me cart the stuff downstairs.  We set it up and I send him back up to play while I change into my leathers.

When I get there, I am introduced to the other new arrival.  He’s naked but for socks and a cockring.  My guess is that he’s about my age and in pretty good shape.  He is boyishly enthusiastic about all things oral—having come out only fairly recently.  This new arrival, who I’ll simply call the Cocksucker says hello and instantly leaves the man he is working on and starts sucking my dick to hardness.

“Wow, they said you were big,” he blurts out as he pulls off me the first time.  “Fuck, man, now that’s a cock.”

“Keep sucking.”  I tell him.

I look at the couch.  Jacob is fingering around the Cub’s hole while the Cub sucks Derrick. 

Soon we all shift around.  I go to my knees to take turns sucking both Derrick and the Cocksucker.   Jacob is pumping into the Cub’s mouth.

We rotate again.  It becomes about ass eating.  Every ass is fair game for a hard tongue.  Derrick licks me while the Cocksucker sucks Derrick—and then me.  The Cub eats out Jacob. 

Soon, I rim the Cub and Jacob, side by side, as they kneel on the couch.  Back and forth.  Hairy ass and hairier ass.  Derrick and the Cocksucker give each a cock to suck as I tongue fuck the two holes I know I will soon be fucking. 

But not yet. 

We rotate again.  Derrick is sitting on my face.  Someone sucks my cock.  I think someone is in Derrick’s mouth as he rides my tongue.  I am being smothered by his ass.  And I don’t care.

Derrick gets up and helps me up.  I drink some water, but soon I’m back on my knees and sucking the Cub’s dick.  He likes it—for a moment—then gets embarrassed and pulls away.

I watch the Cocksucker get up to stand on the couch.  He feeds the Cub his dick.  Jacob’s lubes up and starts into the Cub’s hole.

“Wait a minute,” says Derrick.  “Let’s take the fucking down to the playroom.”

And off all five of us go…

Full Service Top?

My Playroom—December, 2016

On all my hook up ads, I have called myself a Full Service Top from the very first.  Any causal reader certainly should agree that I know my way around an ass.  I have been told I’m an excellent fister.  I love all sorts of watersports—and I know how to use it for sensuous enjoyment or as a way to humiliate a sub.  I know how to flog.  I am adept at cock and ball torture having been tutored by a man who loved to have his balls beaten black and blue.  I am excellent at role playing—though I don’t get much call for it.  I have a number of things in my playroom to make nipples much more sensitive.  I am good to go if a husband takes me home to fuck his wife—or fuck him in front of her—or both. 

I know I have much to learn involving BDSM and I will be a willing student (are you reading this Derrick and Jeffrey??).  The one thing I knew I didn’t need to do was to feed scat.  I have had a number of men ask—and I thought I might go there at first.  I usually believe you need to try things to know if you like it, but I realized there was nothing sexual for me in that activity and  I was quite content to leave it alone. 

But you have something new?  Let’s talk about it.  At the top of December, I got an email…

He arrives ten minutes late.  I was on the verge of writing him off.  He rings the bell carrying an immense gym bag.

I let him in.  He is a good 10 years older than his pictures, but I merely sigh under my breath.  I could wish that it was only 10 pounds heavier than those same pictures, but no, it’s a good deal more than 10.  He starts talking and digging into the bag.

“Did you bring them?” I ask.

“I’m just getting them.  We need to sterilize the set.  You have a big pot?”

The “them” are sounds.  I have never done any urethral play but I’m more than willing.

I am picturing the short silicone ones I’ve seen for sale, that are vaguely the size of big golf tees.  So I get out a sauce pan that will hold them.  My new play partner arrives in the kitchen.  He hands me an immensely long leather kit.  I open it.  They are metal—and a good 15 inches long.

I find a jelly roll pan and we boil them on top of the stove.

I get them on a clean towel with a pair of tongs and— still too hot to touch—we go up to the playroom.

“Now,” he says.  “You want to try these up that big dick of yours?”

“I thought I was using them on you.”

“Sure, sure.  Just thought I’d offer.”  He hops in the sling. 

I put on latex gloves.  I kneel.  We start with the smallest sound.  I lube it up.  I am told to grip his cock (fairly typical in size—maybe slightly thicker) so my thumb helps push the piss slit open.    The end goes easily into his piss slit. I work it maybe and inch into him.  This is striking me as very medical…I mean, I’m the guy that looks anywhere else but at my arm when a nurse is drawing blood for my HIV test…

“Try the next one.”  I do the same thing.  He huffs poppers and is no longer telling me anything.  There is a bend to the sounds and I don’t know which side should be facing me.  So I ask.  I get no answer.  I get “Go deeper.”  I try.  Maybe two inches into him.  I am now feeling light headed.

“I don’t know if I this a good idea…”

“Skip the third one and get the fourth.  I want to feel it.”

I put the sound down and concentrate on the towel on the floor.  I stare at until I feel in control again. 

I pick up the fourth.  I lube it.  I have to really work to get this bigger tip into his small piss slit. 

“Now go deep,” he grunts.

I start down his dick.  Maybe three inches.  I stop.

“I want to feel it way lower.”

He takes it from my fingers and I watch it go in another inch or so.  I have to look away.  I get off my knees and sit down.  I don’t quite put my head between my legs, but it’s close.  I could easily pass out if I let myself.

I finally tell him I can’t do more.

****

We move on to my hands up his ass.  He has no interest in my dick.  And that’s likely a good thing.  He'd never have felt it.  The speculum, usually a tight fit in any man, falls out of him.  Literally, as I am reaching for a toy.

I am able to put both fists up him.  Together.

He goes home happy.

I think.

And I learn I have another limit.

"You Know He's Going to Want to Eat Your Hole"

West Michigan—December, 2016

I went to Derrick and Jacob’s beautiful home at the top of the month.  The tall bear and his cub were happy to see me.  Jacob met me at the door in tight leather chaps and a zippered vest.  His sizable cock was encased in a stainless steel chastity device.  I was shown into the study—where the television was showing a clip fest of Treasure Island bareback porn.  We usually chat for a bit in the living room before we head down to the play room.  Instead, Jacob started unbuckling my belt.  The boy was hungry…

I am naked but for my cockring, sitting on the couch.  Derrick has his arm around me.  We are in a deep kiss.  Jacob is on the floor, between our splayed legs.  He is currently sucking Derrick.  He soon pulls off him and goes down on me.  Damn.  He takes me deeper than usual.  He’s been practicing—and I tell him so.  I punctuate my praise with a slight thrust deeper into his mouth.  He chokes, pulls off, catches his breath and takes me as deep as he can once more.

“Get on my dick, boy,” growls Derrick.  I move slightly away to give them room.   Jacob clambers up on the couch, straddling Derrick’s thighs.  He lowers himself onto his partner’s dripping dick.  I slide off the couch.  I squirm between Derrick’s legs.  I lick his balls.  Jacob stops impaling himself for a moment and leans forward, so I can lick some of Derrick’s shaft going into his stretched hole.  They taste terrific.  I could stay there all day, but I pull off so they can get back to fucking.

I stroke, looking up at them from my position on the floor.  I love to watch their faces as they fuck each other.   Jacob’s thighs soon need a rest.

“Pull the bench over here,” Derrick instructs Jacob.  “You know he’s going to want to eat your hole."

Jacob slides a thin bench so it runs perpendicular with the couch.  He gets up on it and presents his wet ass to me.  I slide down between couch and bench.  I rim him deeply.  There is the taste of his hole—always delicious.  I can also taste some of Derrick’s pre-cum.  And some sort of lube I can’t identify.  I have to will myself to stop eating him.  I stand up and slide my cock in him.

“Ohhhhhhh!”   Jacob holds still and lets me set the pace.  But soon he can’t help himself, he’s bucking back on my dick.  “Fuck!  Yeah, fuck!!”  I slow the pace—I could actually blow a load right then—and I don’t want to do that.

I pull out and let Derrick fuck Jacob on all fours.  I go around and stick my ass juiced dick into Jacob’s mouth.  I listen to the rattle of the chastity device as Derrick plows into him.

“I need to taste your hole again.”

Derrick has stopped fucking.  I get Jacob up and lie down, face up, on the thin bench.  Jacob can stand on the floor, facing away from the couch, and slowly sit on my face.

Heaven.  It’s wet and hairy and all but seals around my mouth and probing tongue.  The jingle of all the chastity hardware is right by my ears.  I smack Derrick’s hand away from my dick or I’m going to shoot before I’ve begun.  I poke and swallow and tongue his hole.

We only stop because it’s a hard position for Jacob to hold very long.

“Take the device off, boy.”

I’m secretly glad—it means that Jacob’s cock will now be rampant—and he can help me fuck Derrick.

We head down to the playroom.  I suggest Derrick start in the sling, when I see Jacob’s hard on. For the next 30 minutes or so we alternate fucking him.  If we aren’t up his hole, we move to the side and stroke Derrick’s hard nipples.  Or cover his mouth with our now fragrant pits.

I am back fucking Derrick.  Jacob leans down and licks the head of Derrick’s dick.  I stop for a moment, kneel and taste the assault we’ve made on his hole.  Jacob’s fingers are holding Derrick’s balls.  As I stand up, two of them slide into Derrick’s hole.  I don’t stop my entry.  I push right in.  Derrick can feel he’s fuller.  I want him to know just what is happening.

“The boy has two fingers up there with my dick.  You feel so damn full.  Stroke my cock with your fingers, boy….”

The words trigger it.  Derrick pumps out a load all over his chest.  We stay locked in place until he comes back down to earth.

*****

Jacob is in the sling.  Derrick is catching his breath on the couch.  Jacob has lost the vest.  My free hand roams all over his hairy chest.

“You feel so good in me,” Jacob half whispers/half whimpers.

“Milk my cock, man.  Let me know how much you like it.”

“Oh, yeah.  OH, Yeah!”

And Jacob is spurting.  He shoots a massive load—that clings everywhere to this very hairy man.   He pants.  I keep my dick in place and lean forward.  I can actually lap up some it without pulling out.  As I reach down for the last drops, I pop out of his ass.  I now have a mouthful of his cum.  I kneel and push it into his fucked open hole.

He groans.  Derrick gets up and comes to watch.

“You know what I’m going to do, right?”

“No…”

“I’m going to fuck your load deep into you.  Can you take a little more fucking, boy?

“I think…”

I don’t wait for the rest of the answer.  I push my dick into his now super slick hole.  I let out a loud groan and pick up the pace.

“It’s going to happen.  Boy, I’ve never shot in you—but you’re going to take my load tonight.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Aw, fuck…”

“Shoot it!” grunts out Derrick.

I do.  My dick won’t stop cumming.   I grab the chains and hold on—spasming in his hole.  Derrick leans down to kiss his boy, telling him how proud he is of him.  Derrick straightens up and finds my mouth with his tongue—as Jacob milks every last drop out of me.