Equipment Close-up: Suspension Stirrups

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Suspended

West Michigan—April, 2107

Back before IML at the end of May, even before CLAW at the end of April, Derrick and Jacob invited me over.  We wanted, in my case needed, a meet.  We dressed in our leathers.  We sat in the study for bit, watching the collage of hot men (in every conceivable type of play) flash across their big screen television.

We talked—catching up for a bit.  But soon our cocks were swelling.  Jacob, on the floor at our feet, began investigating what was making my jock enlarge.  He sucked the two of us.  I sucked the two of them.  I rimmed Jacob’s ass.  I fucked him a little while he had Derrick in his mouth.  But we wanted the playroom.  We went downstairs.

“Are you going to show me what you wrote about on your Tumblr?”  I ask Jacob.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yeah.”

 Derrick gets busy finding the equipment necessary.  I tell Jacob to get on the fuck bench which is across from their sling.  He lies on his back—balancing on the top piece.  I kneel and taste the hole I’ve just fucked.

It’s sweet and wet.  Jacob moans.  I ram my tongue into him harder.

“Take my dick.”  I stand up and insert.  Derrick starts snapping pictures.

I long dick him for the camera.

I love watching his face. 

I love watching his expression tell me exactly how my big dick is making his ass feel. 

I lean over and kiss him.  That is even better.

Derrick brings over a pair of suspension boots—wide bands of leather with a complicated series of buckles.  I watch as he fastens them around the ankles of the man he loves. 

Jacob moves to the sling.  We hook the boots to the sling chains at the foot end of the sling.  Jacob pulls himself up on the same chains.  We unclip the front chains of the sling so it hangs straight down.  We hold on to Jacob.  He grabs some support bars on the boots.  He is now hanging so it looks like he is in a sling, but there is no sling there.  I move in and fuck him.

Soon we support him again and he lets go.   We lower him until he is suspended by his ankles.

And his ass in totally on display and vulnerable.

I rim him, tasting all the ass juice I have helped create.

I fuck him.  Again.

It’s a whole new feeling.  Jacob moans loudly.

Derrick brings over a baseball bat.  He greases it up as I pull my dick out of Jacob.  He hands it to me.

The bat goes in.  Way more than I would have thought.

I fuck him with it and Derrick records it all.

*****

We get him down pretty fast after that—the blood really runs to the head—but his yoga training helps.  We get the sling back up.

 I fuck Jacob some more. 

I can’t stop watching his face.

I fuck, then and insert a hand.  Once, twice, three times.  He explodes.

*****

It’s Derrick’s turn in the sling.

I rim him.  Jacob is panting and in recovery on the couch. 

As soon as I start to fuck, he comes back to us and works Derrick’s nipples.  And smothers Derrick’s nose and open mouth with his sweaty pits.

I fuck and Derrick beats his meat.

For whatever reason, I add a finger alongside my dick.

And another.  Derrick moans.

I pull my dick out and my entire left hand goes into him.

Repeatedly.

I’m in shock. How did I not know he likes a hand up his ass?

I work his butt until he explodes…and I follow suit, deep inside him.

And a note:  Jacob loved these pictures so much he told me to go ahead and use them, full face and all.  Thank you. 

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I'm working on a post about Derrick and I using Jacob.  

And in a way that I have never done with anyone.

And if that statement doesn't pique your interest, check your pulse.

And a tease shot--of getting that hot ass ready in a very traditional way...

And, yeah.....there are pictures!

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IML: The Cum Dumps "Exposed"

Chicago--May, 2017

I decide not to shoot manually…I have other plans for a load that didn’t get planted in the great asses of the afternoon…

I leave Marco and Tod in each other’s arms on the bed watching television.  I head to the host hotel.  If Marco’s hole is done for the night, I really don’t want to jerk off for my final cum of the weekend. I go back to the cumdumps on the 11^th floor.  Others had great pictures on BBRT, but I love that these guys just post their room number in their ad.  No need to write.  Just show up and fuck.  And it feels like good symmetry.  I had seeded the new guy on that first night.  It seems only right that I give Cowboy Boots a load to even it out.

You can’t miss the door now:

I go in, squeezing my cock through my jeans.  It’s down to just the two of them tonight on the bed.  They are both on all fours, side by side, and looking at their phones. 

Cowboy Boots looks up.  “Hey, good to see you.  I was hoping you’d be back.”

I don’t even strip down. I just open my jeans.  I kneel and start licking at the younger man’s hole.  I can taste some stray jizz.  I lick and swallow it down.  I stick my dick into him.

“Damn, you are big,” he grunts out.

This makes me fuck harder.  He knows just how to push my buttons.

I pull out of him.  My cock is coated with seed.

“Here you go,” I tell Cowboy Boots.  “Cum right from his ass.”  I stick it into his puffy hole.  No rimming, no opening of his butt necessary.  They are both wide open, working manholes at this point.

I fuck CB hard.  Only then do I kneel and taste all the stray cum leaking out of him.

I go back to the man with the ballcap.  Then, as I switch it up again, the top I know from the piss party comes in.  He quickly gives the young man a load.

I felch a little and fuck the remains deep inside his guts.

A handsome, drunk Black man enters.  It takes a while—but he gives each man a load.

I fuck in those, too.  Each ass is now creamier and making very wet sounds as I fuck.

“You should get a picture of your asses, side by side,” I tell them.

“Will you use them in your blog?”  CB asks.

“If you’ll let me.”

“Hell yes.  Tell the world we’re load takers.”

I snap a picture.

And I deposit my load into Cowboy Boots.  After hours of fucking, I am finally shooting.  It has to be a big load out of my overworked balls.

He tells me his load count is in the 90’s.  His friend’s is in the 70’s. (Having started a day later!!)

I never did find out what the final count was—maybe he’ll let me know when he reads this!

*****

I went home and slept with Marco and Tod.  Tod jerked out one more load for me to swallow before hitting the road—and we began to pack for the trip home.

Here are their profiles on BBRT:

And other shots he included in his email.   Thanks guys—you were great!

IML: Eight Pigs in Our Room

I spent Sunday morning writing about the cum dump bottoms at the host hotel.  I have a long standing tradition of getting together some men for good group sex late in the afternoon on IML Sunday.  So I also sent out some invitations/reminders to the guys we hoped would come.  Some got busy, of course, but others said they would be there as close to 4 pm as they could.

Marco went to clean up.  I turned down the bed so we’d be playing on the top sheet.  I set out water and lube and a couple of sex toys.  Marco, on a break in his routine, helped me move the sling into the middle of the living room, making the couch an additional play space. The rimseat was set up in a corner by the bathroom door.

Just before 4pm I got a message from Scott (the bear Derrick and Jacob and I had played with at both CLAW and my first day here) that he could attend for an hour before meeting the boyfriend. 

I get dressed in my chaps, yellow striped cod piece and a harness.

Scott is the first to arrive.  He is in full leather.  We are good pigs and start playing, not waiting for any others, since Scott is on a time limit.  We kiss.  All three of us.  Marco has not met him before.  Scott unsnaps his leather jock, letting his sizable cock jump free.  Scott bends to suck Marco’s PA-ed dick.  I crawl under him and suck Scott’s cock.  Soon I switch to rimming Scott’s ass as he is so conveniently bent over.  Marco flips on the bed and grinds his furry crack against Scott’s tongue.  Scott groans.  He loves the forest of hair in Marco’s crack. 

We are all right where we want to be.

“Get on the rimseat.”  I have wanted to eat Scott’s hairy ass on a seat since I met him.  I get under, he sits and his full, hairy ass is split open by the seat.  I lick and chew and swallow.  I can sense Marco is there—maybe working Scott’s nipples, maybe getting his cock sucked, I can’t tell.

I lick until I need to fuck.  I tap his legs and suggest the sling.  We get Scott into it.  I push into his now remarkably wet ass.  I fuck.  Marco works his nipples.  I am just entering him again as there is a knock on the door.  It’s Brice and Rod—my New Year’s Eve hosts.  I let Scott out of the sling as the new arrivals strip.  No leather here—they are naked but for boots in no time.  Scott gets acquainted with Rod’s cockringed dick as Marco and Brice make out.  I shoot a text to Jacob that Scott is here, for the moment. 

I love his answer:  “Right on.  We just need a few minutes.  I have a fresh load in my hole for you.”  When I look up, the bed is full of the two couples.  Marco is wrapped in Brice’s arms and Scott is riding Rod’s dick.  I add in by licking Rod’s balls.  We only break when Derrick and Jacob knock.

*****

Scott is in the sling.  I have fucked him and now stand by his head.  He sucks me, in that cramped way you have to in a sling.  Derrick is finishing up a fuck.  Jacob takes over.

 Soon it’s Rod tasting the well fucked hole and fucking his dick back into him.

I bend, pulling my dick out of his mouth, and whisper into his ear. “That’s the fourth cock up you.”   Scott groans and I stick my dick back in.

*****

It’s over an hour into the party.  Scott is still here—over on the bed with Marco and Brice.  Jacob is in the sling.  “Who’s load do you have?”  I ask.

“A big dicked ginger guy,”  Jacob tell me. 

I taste for it—but it is too deep in him to ooze out.  I stand up and fuck him as hard and fast as I can.  Derrick and Rod have bonded and are sitting on the couch stroking each other, watching every move I make. 

I gesture to Rod.  “You need to try out this ass.”  Rod comes over.  He licks at my handiwork, then fucks him, harder than I did, if possible.  I move to Derrick and sit.  His eyes are riveted to his boy giving his ass to a new man—and one with a great cock.  I am so close, that Rod can pull out, tell me to lick his dick clean, and go back to fucking.

Derrick is up his boy next.

Then Scott fucks Jacob’s wet hole.

Then it’s Brice’s turn, in a rare public topping moment.

Which inspires Marco to fuck Jacob, too.

“How does it feel to have every man in the room fuck you?”

I don’t get a coherent answer, just a whimper of pleasure.  I go around and suck Marco’s dick as he pulls out.  Brice pushes my face into Jacob’s crack.  I lick at the juices left behind by the train of men.  I savor them all and let them slide down my throat.

I stand up and fuck him again.

Full circle.

“Up.” 

I get Jacob out of the sling and unclip the end of it, letting it hang down at the back.  I get the wrist restraints on him.  I clip him to the top of the sling frame.  I pull his ass towards me so he is bent and jutting that fuckable ass right at me.  I rim some.  Fuck more.  Scott comes around and sucks Jacob’s dick as I rail into him.

“Marco, open him up.”

I help set the sling back in place.  Jacob loves to be fisted, but has, at least around me, only had medium to large hands in him.  Every time I fist him he cums after the third entry.  I want Marco’s smaller hands to give him a different kind of experience.  And it works.  Marco works his smaller hands into him.  For a long time.  It’s all about expanding sensations.  Jacob babbles and can’t get enough…

*****

It’s over two hours in and Scott is still here. The sling has become all about fisting.  The bed and couch are for fucking.  Dicks have been in multiple asses.  Tod arrives.  Marco’s trick who’s dick I cleaned after his fucking of Marco.  That Tod.  He fucks like a wild man.  Brice is the first to get Tod’s dick in his ass.  I’m eating Rod’s ass under the rimseat.  Derrick (at least I think it is Derrick) stands astride my chest and feeds Rod his cock as I eat Rod’s juicy ass. 

Rod gets up.  Brice sits his freshly fucked butt on my face.  I lick up Tod’s precum.

Then it’s Derrick on the rimseat.

This leads me to fucking him on the bed.

On a second round, Tod fucks the cum out of both Rod and Brice.  They take off, along with Scott—now almost two hours longer than he said he’d be here.

Jacob and Derrick take off for a late dinner.

Tod is fisting Marco.  “Hey we need you.”  I turn from closing the door.  Marco’s pubes are awash with his cum which Tod has just fisted out of him.  I lap it up.

Marco’s hole is done for the night.  Neither Tod or I have shot.  He stands in the middle of the room beating his meat.  “How can I help?” I ask.

“Balls.”  I kneel and lick those balls that have slapped against every ass in the room but mine.  Tod is breathing hard as Marco twists his nipples.  “Want my load?” he grunts out.

I don’t answer.  I just envelop his cock, my lips replacing his fingers as he shoots down my throat.

*****

I decide not to shoot manually…I have other plans for a load that didn’t get planted in the great asses of the afternoon…

Sex vs Facing the Keyboard

Readers:

I know I owe you the last two encounters of IML.

But work flared up.

Now I have the night off.

But I can't face sitting here typing.

I haven't done anything sexual since IML and my nuts are heavy.

So I'm going to do something about it.

I promise I will get back to rounding out the last day of IML over the weekend.

Sunday brunch with FP.

Let's make it a date.

You're all invited....