Derrick and Jacob Visit the Playroom

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A Bright Red Bloom in the January Snows

My Playroom---January, 2017

Marco and I tried to have a fisting session when we got home from Chicago.  I had turned off the space heater in the playroom when we left town.  We let it warm up, but it never got to be a very good temperature.  Wrapped in towels to keep warm as he lay in the sling, we tried for a bit—then just gave up and went to bed where we held each other under the warmer covers.

The next man in the playroom was Ross, the man who has the massive rose bud. 

“Suck my dick!”

I am standing by Ross who is draped on the fuck bench.  I have just pulled out from fucking his ass.  I am demanding ass to mouth—and it’s one of his buttons.  He feels so dirty when I make him do this.  Ross opens wide and takes me all the way in.  He cleans every inch of my shaft.  I pull out, covered in his spit.

“That tastes so good.”

I grunt and take my wet cock back to his ass.  I push in.  I fuck.  I pull out again and bring it up to his mouth.  “Clean me off.”  He pauses to finish taking a hit of poppers.  He sucks me with even greater hunger.

This time when I go back to his ass, I taste it myself.  His hole is a wonderful blend of his ass juice, my precum and the merest hint of the piss I let go in him when I first entered his upturned butt. I stroke my dick as I eat him out.  I work a pearl of precum out of my dick.  When I feel it, I stand up and smear it on his hole.

And fuck him.  Hard now.  Making him gasp, “Harder, Sir.”

I smack his ass with my lube slick right hand and fuck him harder.

I stop.   I pull out and go to the bureau.  I take the medium sized butt plug, lube it and place it on the floor.   “Sit on this.”

Ross looks slightly confused.  This is new.  But he does it.  He lowers himself down until all the black silicone disappears.   

I stand in front of him.  “Open you mouth.” 

He does, and I move forward as if I’m going to make him suck me some more.  Instead, my cock spits piss in his face.  He gasps and swallows hungrily.  The stream is full on now.  I rest my cockhead on his lower teeth and fill his gut non-stop with my fluid.

“My God,” he sputters when I’m done and he can actually breathe again.  “You’ve never let me have so much.” 

I grin and take a swig of water, insuring there will be more.  “Let’s get you up in the sling.”  I hook it up and help get him comfortable. 

I rim him again.

I rim him with some piss on his ass.

I fuck him.

I open him with the speculum. 

I use the new/old flesh colored toy for the first time on him.

I work in the biggest plug.

My fist.

My fist and dick.

I take the chain off the wall and use it as a proxy balls on a string.  Each link is worked slowly up him.

 I pull it out.

 One.   Link.  At.  A. Time.

I push it all back in.  I fuck him with the chain in place.

I pull out and send another stream of piss over his chest and into his open mouth.  Then it decreases in pressure and covers his chest and then his cock mound. 

I push the last drips into his open hole.

I pull out the chain.

I fuck.

“I want to load you.”

“Please!  Load my ass!”

I shoot.  Just thinking about what is coming next.

“Give it back to me.”

I kneel and plaster my mouth around his hole.  Slowly he begins to flower into my mouth.  The rose is halfway in bloom.  I can taste my cum.  I lick him clean, but pull off.  “Let’s use the rim seat.”  He retracts and gets up.

I get under.  He sits.  His ass is right there.  My mouth is suddenly full of him, turning himself inside out, pushing his scarlet prolapse into my me.  All my spent cum gushes onto my tongue and down my throat.

My spent dick stands right back up as I get every drop.

(Ross has earned a label in the label cloud.  Click on his name for some hot pics from earlier sessions.)

Ringing In the New Year--One Ass After the Other

Chicago—New Year’s Eve, 2016

Marco and I made the trip into Chicago the next morning with ease.  We arrived earlier than expected at Rod and Brice’s house.   We unpacked.  I set up the fuck bench in their basement play area where it joined their sling, rimseat and a double bed you could get to from all four sides.  (I took pictures of the set-up last year—you can see them here.)

I nap.

It’s 10:00 pm and time to fuck.

The four us go downstairs.  We begin warming each other up.  A blow job, some rimming, and fingers in Marco’s ass.   Nine more men begin to troop through the door, take their clothes off and insert themselves, literally, into the action playing out in front of them.

A cocky leather top says he’s always the biggest dick at a party.  I make sure he’s watching as I pull out of Marco’s ass.  He doesn’t repeat that statement again.

Three of us take turns on Rod’s ass—with him straddling the fuckbench.

Bryce is getting railed by a tall Black top in the sling.

Marco is on all fours on the bed.  He has had his newly PA-ed dick in a cute blond man—and now they’ve reversed.

Men occasionally pause from fucking, take a drink and then move to another clump of sweaty men.

*****

I am under the rimseat.  I’ve been eating out the cute blond.  Bryce arrives.  The new ass is thrust down on my face. 

“He loaded me.” Bryce says. 

I am guessing it was fuck in the sling with the big Black guy.  But I don’t care.  He is sitting on the seat and moaning every time my tongue touches his hole.  I can just taste the load.  I drill deeper.  It starts to drip out onto my tongue.  I push even deeper.

Bryce moans.  “You want it?”  He loosens his hole.  It’s a slow flow of jizz.  It slips out of his well fucked ass and into my mouth.  I groan, muffled by his hairy ass, and just let the flow continue onto my tongue.

Some one bats my hand off my cock and sits on it.  I can’t tell who.  I just concentrate on the river of jism cascading out of Bryce.  If this is only one load, I can’t believe the volume.  I plaster my mouth around his swollen ass lips.

A different man is fucking himself on my dick now.

The flow of jizz has stopped.  I clean him up.  I swallow every drop.  He gets up.  The dim room feels incredibly bright after being under him.  Brice is standing so I still can’t see who’s riding my cock.

“Don’t get up.  I’ve got something for you.”  Rod’s ass replaces Brice’s butt.  I dig into the freshly loaded hole…

*****

Rod has gone.  (A small load after the glacier that flowed out of Brice.)  Word has spread.  Even the tops are sitting on my face to let me eat them out.  I think I’m up to at least six men but I’ve pretty much lost count.  One more unidentified man has ridden my dick as I rim.  I can tell it’s Marco on me now.  I can see even less than usual.  It’s a big bubble butt filling the seat.  I know it belongs to a Black guy.  He’s younger than the stud who fucked Brice.  He was one of the rotation-on-Rod group.  He’s moaning and calling me a dirty slut between hits of poppers.

Suddenly he stands up.  “Do you face fuck?” he asks, looking down at me through the closed seat. 

I look up past his dripping fat dick and try to concentrate on his face.  “Sure.”

Marco gets off my dick.  The Black guy helps me up and leads me to the bathroom on this floor.  “I want my face fucked.  Hard.  It can get sloppy.  Ok?”

I nod and he gets on his knees.  My dick is straight from several asses, but he doesn’t care.  Maybe even likes it.  He opens and I grab his head.  And thrust.  All the way down his throat.  I fuck it—holding him in place.  Three or four strokes until I feel him gag.  I pull off, bringing up huge strands of deep throat spittle.

“Yeah, just like that!” he tells me.  “Do it a—”

I don’t let him finish.  I am slamming my cock into his throat.  His teeth are completely covered.  For all the fucking of his mouth, I’m never scraped.  I pull out.  The spittle covers his chin and one strand oozes down his naked torso.  I mop it up with my cock head and fuck it back into his mouth.

Again.

And again.

This time he gags hard enough I think I might have pushed too deep.  But he recovers.  He looks up at me.  His eyes are wet.  “Fuck, man.  No one will do this to me.”

I give him another couple of rounds.  My dick is super wet.  I pull him up.  “Now bend,” I bark.  He grabs the rim of the sink.  “I’m fucking your throat slime up that phat ass of yours.”

“Yes, Sir,” he all but whispers.  “Fuck me, Sir.”

 I slam into him with all the force I used on his throat…

*****

We drink champagne at midnight.  It’s a good change from ass juice and cum.

I count the men.  I’ve been up all but the four strict tops.  That makes me smile.

I watch my throat fuckee lead Brice to the bathroom.  I’m pretty sure he’s not going to do the same thing—but I want to know.  I follow.

I watch from the open doorway.  Brice is bent over, holding onto the same rim of the sink.  The top is savagely using his hole.  I watch until he sees me watching him.  I walk forward.  He doesn’t stop.  I kneel right by Brice’s upturned butt.  I watch that big piece of black meat slice into that hot ass. 

I look up at the top.  “Let me taste his ass on your dick.  Fuck it into my mouth.”

He just keeps fucking.

It’s my turn to use the words he wants to hear.  “Please, Sir, fuck my mouth straight from his ass.” 

Instantly he pulls out and sticks it into my mouth.  I clean it.  He rips it out of my mouth and shoves it back up Brice.  Four strokes into Brice.  One into me.   Four.  One.  Four.   One.   Four….he explodes.

I clean his drooling cock.  And get my face pushed into Brice’s leaking butt.  The top hold’s me in place.  I can barely breathe.  All I can do is lick out his cum…

*****

(For the record, 30 minutes later I breed Brice in the sling—and have the cute blond felch out my load.)

Fucked with Cock and...

It was the end of 2016.  I wasn’t sorry to see it go. 

Marco, the muscle hole, was at my house.  We were headed into Chicago in the morning for the annual New Year’s Eve orgy.  But tonight it was just the two of us…

My face is buried in his ass crack.  I am always surprised at the sheer volume of the long, silky, black hair in his cleft, as he’s not particularly hairy anywhere else.  I press my tongue against his pucker.  He resists for a moment, then relaxes and lets his hole flower open.  I go deep into him.  He takes a hit of poppers, sighs and let’s me go to work, while he holds on to the fuck bench.  I make his hole as slick as possible with spit.  I reach down and swipe the precum oozing out of my piss slit with my index finger.  I add that to the mix of juices up his butt.  He sighs again, knowing just what I’ve done.  He reaches back and spreads his cheeks apart.  My tongue goes deeper.  I fuck him with it.

I am so ready.  I spit into his hole one last time.  I stand up behind him.  I slide in.   Deep.  Marco let’s me get all the way in before he clamps down on the invader in his ass, holding me in place.

“Fuck,” I grunt. 

Marco loosens up and I begin a slow withdrawal.

“Fuck me with that big dick.”  Marco takes a huff.  “Stretch me out.”

I build to a hard slapping fuck.  My slender hips are slapping against his upturned ass. 

I slow.

I stop.

I reach for the egg-headed dildo on the bureau next to us.  I can reach it without pulling my dick out of his ass.  I lube it up, and only then, do I pull out of his wet hole.  I press the head of the toy against him.  It disappears but for the flat base.   Marco grunts his pleasure.  I pull the end of the toy down.  I push my drooling cock into him.  The underside of my cockhead loves the ribbed shaft of the toy.  It bottoms out nestling against the egghead in his ass.

“Oh, yeah,” grunts Marco.   “Double fuck me.”

I leave the toy imbedded and begin to move just my dick into his now stretched hole.  I fuck in slow rhythm. 

All the way out. 

All the way in.

I let it build to a hard driving fuck.

I stop only to catch my breath.  And to get Marco into the sling.

Once he’s situated and poppered up, I rim him, just for a moment.  Just enough to taste the juices I’ve left behind in him.   I swallow hungrily.

I stand and insert.  I fuck.  Marco has his eyes riveted to the mirror above him.  He takes another hit.  I slow the speed of my thrust so as not to make him spill.  When the lid is back on, I build to a chain rattling tempo.

I pull out.  I grease up my hands.  My left is up him in no time.  I feel the snap of his ass closing around my wrist.  I pull out and work in my slightly bigger right hand.  Again his ass clasps my thin wrist. 

Back and forth. 

Left and right. 

Fuck with my dick.

Left then right.

Making him drool out puddles of cum and piss.

The left pushes in again.  I move closer.  I slide my dickhead down my forearm.  It joins my hand in his ass with just a little extra push.  My cock is surrounded by my fist.  I begin to jerk off my dick in his gut.

“Fuck, yeah.  Jerk it, man.”

I do.  I stop only so I don’t shoot.

I open him with the speculum.  I fuck him through the spread metal opening.

It seems like I add my cock to everything I put inside him.

I walk to where the toys are kept on the bureau.

“You haven’t had this one before,” I say, hefting a ‘flesh’ colored, realistic cock with a massive pair of balls.  It is easily 8 inches around.

“New?”  he asks.

“No, it was first one I ever bought for a guy who needed more than what I had.  I just haven’t had it out for years.  I found it as I was setting up the playroom this fall.”

“Grease it up.”  His voice has gone all husky with desire.  “Give it to me.”

I slather it with J-Lube.

“Take a hit.”

At this point in the night, it doesn’t take too much work to get it all the way in.  The big balls on the toy hit Marco’s.  He grunts as the toy bottoms out.  There is no way I’m adding my dick with this one.  But I do slide in one, then two well lubed fingers.  I move them around the entire circumference.

Marco groans.  He shakes.  His cock puddles more cum.

I pull the toy out.  My hand mops up his cum.  I slather it on my dick. 

I fuck him until I shoot deep into his muscle hole.

Hello, Again

I’m not sure I have ever been absent for so long from this blog.  I am not very happy about it….

Part of it was getting the correct writing program back on my computer after the crash.  I downloaded an old version just as I left for my usual business trip to St. Louis. 

Once there, I found that my hotel had internet that worked only late night when everyone else was off it.  I went looking elsewhere…

The fast food establishment where I could always have a cup of coffee, write and post has set up blocks for sexual sites.  (I’m curious if it’s local or nationwide.)

My work allowed me to be online there, but it being a Catholic girl’s school, there was not much hope in getting on to this site.

And to top it off, I drove this year so it took away all the airport time I often use to write.

Still—despite all that, I managed to have three terrific sexual adventures!

But those took away from writing time, too.

I am now home.  I will buckle down and write.

Two Hits and a Miss

Near Home—December, 2016

I should have known not to go to the bookstore the weekend after my birthday bash.  How could anything live up to all that?   And it didn’t.  It really didn’t.  There were very few men there and only one had any interest in me.  He had a nice enough dick to suck, (but he would not return the favor) and was paranoid about someone seeing him getting head from a man.  I lost count of how many times we started and stopped with the door traffic.  He finally took me into the arcade.  I  got him off, kneeling in a booth where I could barely move.  I didn’t even try to get off myself.

My Playroom—December, 2016

After Christmas, I had back to back sessions that were rather similar.  Both happened in my playroom.  Both involved lots of dick, but each time, more fist than dick.

Stan had been talking to me for a few months.  He lived about two hours away—it’s no wonder we didn’t meet instantly.  But we planned.  And chatted.  We sent each other pictures.   We eventually found time when he had a holiday break.   He showed up, a few minutes late, but eager.  He’s 5’ 7 or so and in his mid-30’s.  Very thin.  His cropped hair is only slightly shorter than the hair of his well trimmed beard.  A handsome, though now, slightly nervous, face.

“You remember I told you I haven’t had a fist in me for two years,” he reminds me as he strips off. 

“I do.”  I let him get on his knees to suck me, but that’s really not his thing.  It’s all about his ass.  I get him up on the bench.  My tongue, my cock and my speculum go up him in short order.  His ass is hungry. 

We go to the sling before I try for the fist.  I fuck him and start working my fingers in him on the pull out of my dick.  I grease the rest of the hand and I slide in easily.

“Wow,” he chortles.  “You’re in.”

“Guess the toys you’ve been using have kept you open.”

In short order my cock and hand shares his ass with every black toy in my playroom:  the egg headed dildo, the medium sized butt plug, the big cone that only a few men can take. 

Stan takes it with ease.

More fist.

I go to the wall.  I take down the chain.  It’s about 18 inches long—big thick links that I have filed totally smooth.  It’s the hardware store version of balls on a string.  I grease my hands and work it slowly up him.

“It’s heavy.  I can really feel it in my gut.”

I get all but that last few links in him—then I begin the pull out.  Slowly.  Letting each link push his ass lips open and letting them pop shut.  I pull it all out.  Stan pants.   I push it back in.  I fuck with it in place.  I love the feel of it under my dick.  I pull it out again. 

Stan is breathing heavily.

I work him open with my fists once more. 

“I can’t take too much more,” he grunts.  (We’ve been going for two hours.)

I add the chain once more.  And fuck him until I shoot. 

Home Depot should be so proud.

My Playroom—December, 2016

Calvin, the young, mostly top man, who gave me his ass to play in (twice) came the very next day.  Last time I described him with:  “He’s 5’10” and slim.  His shaved head is shiny.  A thin beard and several ear piercings.”  He looked the same—only cuter if that’s possible…

Calvin heads right for the sling.  No oral warm up for him.  He knows right where he wants to be.   I can’t wait to bury my face in his slim ass again.  I do just that and eat him as he cracks the poppers open.  His hole is tight and needs prying open with my tongue.

I fuck him.

I use the egg-headed dildo.

I use my hand.   First time, it’s an easy in.  And he takes me just like the last time we played.  I pull out.  I go in with my fist again.  This time, he winces.

“I got fisted in San Francisco—and I guess I’m still tender.”

We go back to my dick and a second time with the dildo.

Then my hand.  I need to pull back—I can see it in his face.

We go back to the toy.   Calvin takes a huge hit of poppers.  He cums as the toy hits home.  I lean over and lick up most of it.  I clean the head of his drooling cock.

“Damn, I didn’t mean to shoot yet.”

“It’s fine.”

“I want to get you off.  But I don’t think I can take your dick in my ass.”

“Rimseat?”

“Oh, yeah.”

I get him out of the sling.  We hug.  I get under the rimseat.  He closes the lid and sits.  I hear him take more poppers.  I dive into the hole above me.  The hole that was so tight is now puffy and used.  I clamp my mouth around it.  My hand works my cock.  My tongue is reaming him.  Calvin relaxes his ass and lets his loose ass lips hang into my mouth.

That’s all it takes after all the play with this hot fucker.  I blow my load all over my stomach.

Hard Drive (and not the good kind....)

I'm sorry for the delay, but my personal computer required a new hard drive.

I don't type these posts on the office machine.

It's just back from the shop.

I promise I'll get to work this weekend.