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My Playroom—January, 2017

I must have made an impression. 

Just a few days after the New Year’s Eve party, the man I fleeting called the Blond in the write up of that event, wrote me on BBRT.  I had certainly fucked him (but not for long) and I watched him fuck others.  He was the man who felched my load out of the host.  Maybe on second thought, I shouldn’t be surprised that he’d found me…

Sid was headed to Ohio on business in the middle of the month.  He remembered I’d told him I lived near the tollway.   He was curious if I’d like to work him over on his way there.  Well, yes, I wrote back, please stop.  I’d remembered that he’d told me he loved to bottom, but with the inequity of tops and bottoms, and since he had a big dick, he almost always topped.  I got hard remembering how I cleaned his beautiful cock after he’d stopped felching and pulled out from fucking in my own jizz.

We set a date.

He’s due in an hour.  I look at his profile again as I wait.  He’s actually older than he looks (though not as old as me.  Is anyone, now?)   The dark light of the basement had made us all look our best.  What I thought was blond hair there, actually has some silver in it, in his pictures. That’s a good thing. 

I go back to setting up the playroom.

He’s here.  I look out the window in the doorway as he gets his gym bag from the back seat of his car.  Six feet tall, with a trim, fit build.  I remember a very furry hole, a smooth chest and that big dick with a very pronounced helmet head.  We could pretty much be twins down there.  I know it’s there, somewhere buried under the parka he is wearing now.

I get him in the house and into the shower.  I change my clothes into my chaps and go up to the playroom and watch the Wurst video I’ve put on my laptop.  Sid arrives, still slightly steamy, in a blue designer jock.  He joins me on the bed.

He’s on top of me.  We kiss.  Long.  And wet.  He quickly works down to my jock.  He pulls my semi-hard cock out and swallows me down.  I am instantly hard.  This man knows just what to do.  His tongue is all over me, really working my flared head.

And then my balls.  Fuck, yes.  Lapping at them—not trying to Hoover them into his mouth.  And now under them.

“Lick my spot,” I tell him.  “Work your tongue in-between my cockring and my balls.”  He does just that.  Repeatedly.  Only stopping to lick up the pre-cum I’m leaking.  Then it’s back to my balls.  His tongue trails up the sensitive underside of my dick.  His mouth ovals and he swallows me almost to the root.

We reverse.  I lick and suck and swallow him down.  I spend just as long on his balls as he did with mine.  I go lower.  I let my tongue tease his pink pucker.

“Not yet.”  He pulls me up and off him.  We roll on the twin sized bed and he’s on top of me again.  He squirms up until his knees have pinned my arms to the bed.  That big cock slaps at my mouth—as if I don’t want it poking in there.  “Suck me some more.”

I open.  He begins a slow face fuck.  I squirm.  He is making me take it—and I can panic with thick dicks.  He senses something and eases up and pulls out.  I gasp for air—but he’s back in me, right to the root this time.   I fight off choking—for dammit—I love being filled with this incredible piece of meat.  I will myself to relax.  I can’t use my tongue.  I just let him have his way with mouth.  I breathe through my nose—but even that is hard as his pubes are smashing against it. 

He is doing slow, long strokes now.  I can get some air into me.  He picks up the tempo again.  I just lie there, my eyes watering as he fucks my mouth and throat.  My eyes look left and I catch our reflection in the bedside mirror. I'm being face fucked with that dick that looks just like mine.

I can’t take too much more.  But my cock is telling me that I’m finding this hot as fuck.  I am so rarely used like I use other men.  I don’t dare touch myself.

He pulls out of my mouth abruptly.  “You’d better fuck me now, or I’m gonna slam this wet cock up your ass.”

 

He gets up.  I want to kiss him, but he gets right on the fuck bench.

It’s business as usual after that.  I rim him and fuck him and make him do ATM.

We move to the sling and do all that again in the new position.

He’s a great fuck.  I am loving plundering his willing, but seldom used ass.

And I send him on his way with my load up his ass.  I lick his jizz off his stomach.

But my mind keeps going back to when he was using my mouth.  Using it with a dick that looks so much like my own….

Piss Party Newbie and My Favorite Otter

Chicago—January, 2017

I was headed back to Chicago for the piss party by the middle of January. 

I don’t think I mentioned that last month, as I was zipping up my gym bag after getting undressed, a thin, toned and totally hot man struck up a conversation.  After some comments about the bar, he asked where I was from:

“Michigan.”

“Do you write a sex blog?”  

“Yeah.”

“I thought it was you.  I found your blog this morning while looking for information about this party.  It’s hot!”

“Thanks.  I just try to tell the truth of what I do.”

“Well, feed me some piss and fuck me with that big cock.  You can write about that.”

I did welcome him to the group that month by doing both those things.

He was back for January. And he’d brought friends.   We acknowledged each other as we both were adjusting our piss jocks.  I got my clothes zipped inside my gym bag and handed it in to the cute otter coat check clerk.  We smiled.  I leaned in and kissed him.  “I hope you can play later,” I whispered.

He nodded.  And I went to fill my Gatorade bottle to the brim…

“You want it?”  It’s a rhetorical question.  My new blog reader is on his knees—his mouth wide open.  He’s been giving me excellent head.  I have just pulled out of his mouth, knowing I’m ready to piss.  “Open wide.”

“Give it to me.”

The first jet shoots out.  His neck stretches to catch the first stream.  I move closer and let him suckle me all down.  He wetly jerks his sizable dick.  He’s already had several piss loads from others aimed at his erection as well as at his mouth.  A guy steps in from the bar and aims a piss load that runs down my piss drinkers back and ass crack.

When mine runs out, I pull him up by his armpits and kiss him.  Damn, my piss is slightly stronger than I’d hoped.  He doesn’t seem to care.  I break off the kiss.  “You want this big dick up your ass?”

“Yeah.”

I bend him over so he’s holding on to the bench along the side wall.  I kneel.  The floor is already really wet.  I stick my tongue into him.  An old reliable attendee is suddenly at our side.  He let’s loose a stream of piss.  I gurgle and swallow some as it races down his ass crack.  Some I poke into his hole with my tongue.  My new friend is groaning and jerking.  I pull his ass cheeks farther apart and tongue-fuck the soggy hole as the piss continues to rain down.  I stand up and get the last splash on my cock.  I push my cock into his winking hole.

“Fuck,” he mumbles into his popper’s bottle.

I fuck him.  Hard.  Hard enough that he has to protect his head from being battered against the wall.  I slow down.  I pull out and let a dribble of piss splatter down his ass crack and across his puffy hole.  I re-enter him.  The pisser next to us has been replaced with an older man stroking his cock as he watches us fuck.  I pull my new friend up by the hips and turn him to face the hard cock.  “Suck him.”  I resume my stroke into his ass—which pushes the new man’s dick down his throat.

After a moment, the man steps back—pulling away from the greedy mouth.  “I have piss,” he announces.

“Feed him.” 

A very yellow stream arcs out and into the open mouth of the man on my dick.  He tries to get ever drop—but the top has other ideas.  He lets it play over the bottom’s face, the top of his head, a little down his back which pools into a puddle.  I bend and lick that up—than spit it out in a thick spray all over the back of the bottom’s head. 

He groans.  Delighted.

Another man steps up, offering a thick cock, as I continue to fuck…

*****

I play with one of the blog reader’s friends, too.  Oral, piss and a fuck.

I drink some myself from a couple of regulars who know I love to take a full stream deep in my mouth.

*****

The crowd has been active right from the first moments.  This also makes them leave before closing time.  And hour before the end, the 50 some guys have thinned to maybe 15 of us.  The bag check Otter, wearing just gym shoes and a designer jock, gets a beer from the bartender.  I walk up behind him, kneel and stick my tongue in that hot ass of his before he knows I’m there.  He groans.

“You gonna fuck me?”  he asks.

“You want it?”  I lean back still on my knees, looking up at him.

He turns his upper body and nods.  We step away from the bar.

He leans against a high bench, not behind the screens, but in full view of the bar.  He wants everyone to know I’m fucking him. I kneel and continue eating out his hole.  I love the taste—and the amount of hair my tongue keeps finding.

I suddenly know I have to fuck.  Now.  I stand up, lube my dick even more and slowly work into him.

“Argh!”  he grunts out. 

A blond man, mostly top, who I’ve known for years from this party, arrives at our side.  I turn the Otter so he is leaning on the other top’s shoulders instead of the bench.  The top cradles him as I begin to fuck into this super tight, seldom used, hole.  He is clenching me hard.  Milking my dick which has had three hours of hard play.

A couple of guys are watching us fuck.  I am so turned on fucking him for all to see.  “I’m going to shoot.”

“Do it,” the other top commands.

I do.  I stay buried in him for a moment, but then slide out as the Otter stands.  He turns to kiss me. 

The other top is rampant.

“Fuck him in my cum,” I tell him.

It’s my turn to hold the Otter.  We kiss as his ass is being railed again.

“His ass is so full of cum,” the top grunts out.

“Give him another load.”

Moments later, then top grunts out his orgasm.  I sink to my knees and lick his cock clean when he pulls out of my dripping boy.  I don’t linger on the cock—I want to savor our combined cum in his ass.   The top grabs the Otter again and helps him arch his back for maximum felching potential.

The creamy mess is amazing.  It’s sliding down my throat.  My cock has never gone down.  I beat it as I clean his jizzed-out hole. 

Suddenly, I know I can shoot a second time.  I stand up.  I slide into the remains of the jizz in his not nearly as tight ass and shoot all over again.

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.