Four Pigs in the Playroom

My Playroom—November, 2018

It’s always slightly stressful to combine men who you like to play with separately and wonder if they will click together.  It’s safer, certainly, to use men you know, as opposed to picking three men off some hook up site and pray that lightning will strike. 

The Fluid Pig—the man who when I last saw him in Toronto lubed my cock with the cum in his ass for the quick fuck of Flip Flop Top—was coming to town.  He wondered about playtime.  He’d read the entries about Don and Reid and wondered if there was any possible way to involve them.  I knew the Fluid Pig would love Reid’s massively hooked cock, and thought he and Don would get along well as side by side bottoms.  I wrote him back saying I’d try.

Texts were exchanged.  The couple had the time, in fact were stoked about the idea.  They had both wanted me to introduce another bottom to the mix and thought the Fluid Pig sounded perfect.  We set the date and time…

Reid and Don arrive first.  Reid and I sit at the dining table and catch up as Don spends some time in the bathroom.  A text tells me the Fluid Pig is running late.  Cleaning issues.  I tell him not to rush.  We chat some more.  There is a ping.  The Fluid Pig is parking out front. 

The introductions are electric.  Everybody likes what they see.  They head upstairs to strip down.  I’m already in my yellow jock and boots with a robe thrown over it.  Don and Fluid Pig can’t keep their hands off each other.  They both love the fur on the other. 

I put them to work:  Fluid Pig to suck Reid and Don on his knees in front of me.  FPig works that huge dick to full hardness easily.  Don has me hard from simply kneeling in front of me.  I have him spend a lot of times on my balls.

“Now switch.”

The guys crawl to the new man.  It’s great to have FPig taking me to the root repeatedly.  And I always like watching how couples have sex.  Don’s love and pride in his partner’s dick comes through with every inch he manages to take down his throat.

“There’s room for both of you on that dick.”  I push FPig back to Reid’s cock.  The guys get on either side of that curved beast and work in tandem as I stand and jerk my dick.  Finally, I kneel too.  There is room for all three of us—I take just the head in my mouth as they continue working the sides.

“Come on, guys!  That’s way too much attention,” Reid tells us, pulling away.

I suggest FPig get on the fuck bench and Don in the sling.

“I want to watch you two fuck him first,” Don tells me.

I go first.  Fuck, I am rarely the smaller of the tops.  I eat FPig’s hole.  He’s already wet.  I swear his ass started lubing the moment he began sucking that dick.  I stand up and slap my wet cock against this pucker.  Don is right there—eyes glued to my raw cock entering this hairy hole.  He even gets hard—something that usually only happens when he sucks dick.  He moves around and sticks his hardon in the FPig’s mouth.  I am fucking now, rather hard.  I slap his ass.  Reid moves closer.  He can’t keep his hands off his dick. 

“You want in here?”  I ask.

“Yeah…”

I make way.  FPig hits his poppers and Reid shoves home.  And that’s the right word.  He shoves that monster into the waiting, wet hole.  Nothing subtle about it—it’s now his hole to fuck and breed.  I replace Don in the Pig’s mouth so he can clean my dick.  He loves the taste of his ass—and is proud of it.

“Do you want to get in the sling?” I ask Don.

His answer surprises me.  “Not yet.  I want you guys to fuck him, while I’m under him.”

I have Don lay down on the bed, his head toward the foot.  FPig is on all fours above him.  They start to 69 as I slide into the Pig’s ass.  Don stops sucking.  He is breathing heavily as he has his own private porno happening above him.  I pull out of the Pig’s ass and shove my dick into Don’s mouth.  He goes wild—in a good way.  He cleans me and guides it back into FPig. 

Reid watches.  “You fuckin’ pig,” he says to his partner.  There’s pride in those words.

I do the ass to mouth again.  And again.

Then it’s Reid’s turn.  Some fucking.  Some ass juice cleaning.  Back and forth.

When we stop the boys on the bed go back to 69ing, but not with dicks but with butt holes.  We watch—and finally separate them for some fucking.

Don gets into the sling.  FPig back to the bench.  I start with Don, letting Reid have the new ass.  We enter the boys at the same time.  They look over at each other as the bench and the sling are side by side.  Reid and I watch each other, too.  We fuck.  With abandon.  Maybe a little showing off.  I do a lot of standing still and pulling the sling back and forth on my cock—giving Don the full length of me each time.

“Let’s switch.”

We do.  The boys stay put—the tops switch holes.  Both of them groan as the new dicks enter them.

And then we switch back.

*****

After a water break, I suggest the rimseat.  I go under.  Reid, is eager to let me work on his virgin hole again with my tongue.  I tell the boys to take turns bouncing on my dick as I eat him out.

 FPig is on my cock first.  He bounces and grunts his pleasure.

Then Don takes a turn.  When he stands up, so does Reid.  Reid has Don sit on my face, his ass wet and all but dripping with his own personal lube.    I dig in.  FPig rides me again, but now Reid is astride my chest, feeding his dick to the seated Don.

I slurp and lick.

I feel Reid move.  FPig is off my cock and must be bent over cleaning it.

“ARGH.” 

I know just where Reid’s wet cock went.  I think FPig is bent over; maybe his hands are on Don’s shoulder’s as he takes Reid up his ass.

We go back to fucking side by side, Don now on the bench and FPig in the sling.

We change once.

It’s getting late for people who have to work the next day.

“Where do you want my cum?”  I announce to the room.

“Up his ass,” Don tells me.  “I want to felch it—like you do.”

I move over to load the Fluid Pig.  Reid has his ass so wet, I wonder if he’s cum in it already.

I work up a driving fuck and…suddenly I’m there.  Spurting into the centerpiece of the night.

I have to stay for a moment, holding onto the sling frame. 

Don kneels.  “Let me clean it.”  I pull out and he takes me to the root—getting every drop.

He pulls off me and swings around to lick the cum dripping ass…

Fukd -- The Jock

I had written to the man in charge of Fukdto asking if the jocks were for sale—that I would wear one proudly in my playroom and in group situations in the USA—spreading the word about my favorite sex party in Canada. 

As I was leaving, he gave me two.   

Thank you, Sir!

So here I am a little later in December—Derrick is the photographer, Jacob, eager to get it broken in…

Fukd: The Men and the New Maze

Toronto--November, 2018

The next day I went to Fukd.  That morning, I posted a quick connect ad on BBRT to announce I was going.  I fielded a ton of messages, convincing guys to join me there.  I was ready and eager by the 4 pm start time. 

It was great to be back.  The playspace had changed slightly.  The two floored, open area still held the four slings, two per side on the upper levels.  But the stage, the fuckbench on the dance floor and the fuck wall, with its ass sized gloryholes, were gone.  In that space there was a maze created from great sheets of plastic tarp.   I worried this would cut down on the visual aspect of the event.  Instead, it just might have made it hotter…

I go up to my usual bench to change into my leathers.  I look down into the maze.  I see one sling hidden by the plastic.  I can’t wait to explore more of it.  I stow my bag, piss and go down.  Host Jon Shield is at the entrance of the maze sucking host Andrew Hardy’s sizeable dick.  He looks up at me and smirks, his mouth still full. 

“Nice that you’re setting the tone for this event,” I smile as Andrew hands me a cum towel. 

Jon pulls off Andrew, still holding the meaty penis.  “I try.”  He looks at my bulging jock.   “Try not to terrorize the boys too much with that cock.”  And he goes back to sucking and I go into the maze.

It’s crowded.  There are more guys here right at the start than usual.  I find the sling and a fuckbench in different areas of the maze.  There is also a padded table.  And a lot of young men who don’t want to be seen having sex.  One of them pulls me into the shadows.

“Let me suck you, daddy.”  He kneels and gets me very hard.  He seems to love the odor of sex that emanates from my jock pouch.  We are soon surrounded by others.  I don’t let him get up—I just push him onto another hard cock and continue my maze exploration.

An older man, with hot tats and a beer gut, is in the sling.  “Fuck,” he hisses when he sees my wet, hard cock that can’t go back into the pouch. 

“You want this?” I ask, slapping it against his oversized ball sack.

“Fuck, yes.  No mercy.”

I kneel and eat his hole.  He’s had dick already, just 15 minutes into the event.  I stand up and rough fuck him.  The chains rattle.  I look up to the floor above us, where I had changed my clothes.  It is now full of men, most masturbating, watching us fuck.  Others come in to our alcove from around the plastic. 

One of them is the Flip Flop Top from last night.  His lithe, trim and smooth body is the exact opposite of the man I’m fucking.  “I’m next,” he says.

A burly guy is stroking by the side of the man I’m fucking.  I nod at him, and he takes my place.  Flip Flop Top bends, holding onto the sling frame for support.  I kneel and get my face into that smooth ass.  FFT groans and takes poppers.  When I surface, ready to fuck, the sling is empty—so we use it. 

It’s a short fuck—he hurt himself last night after I fucked him with a rougher top—but it’s great to be back in him even for a little.

After our fuck, a 20-something—tall, thin and designer jocked—leans in.  “Follow me.”  He leads me out of the maze into one of the small cubicles upstaris.  “I don’t need everyone to see you plow me.”

I sigh and shut the door.  I fuck him a little harder, slapping his ass with great whacks, than I might have if we’d stayed in the maze…

*****

I make the round of all the slings.  I twist nipples.  Share a bottom or two.  Clean the cock of a top I’ve played with here before.

I go back to the maze.  I laughed at the glow in the dark harnesses when I saw them on a Fort Troff advertisement.  Now I see one in the darkest area of the maze—and see how they actually work.  It gives me just enough light to zero in on his muscle butt, as he leans across the padded table.  He’s a great fuck.  Wet and muscular.  We meet up again and again throughout the night.

*****

I am on the upper level.  It’s crowded.  You can barely move.  The slings are full and busy.  I hear “woof” behind me.  Not the word, but a true bark.  I turn.  A handsome, hairy man with a choke collar and dog tag is right against the wall.  His regular white jock is very full.  I push my way to him.  He holds me and we kiss—then he manages to somehow find room to kneel.  He groans as he takes my cock out.  He looks at it, eyes aglow—and takes it to the hilt.  Over and over.  He’s incredible.  Perfect suction, perfect spit.  He stands up and we kiss even more passionately.  My hands are all over his furry butt.

“Let me eat your ass.”

“I’m not cleaned deep enough for you to fuck.  Jon told me to suck the guy in leather.”   

I smile.  Always good to have the host pimping for you.

“I don’t have to fuck, I just want to taste you…”

He turns and I spend a long time in his hairy ass.  He is groaning and muttering to himself as I eat out his hole.  I sort of check out for a bit.  It’s all about his responsive hole and my tongue.  When I do stop,  we kiss again. 

*****

I find Franklin at a sling.  He’s in top mode today.  He is fucking a Daddy.  I clean his cock and let him go back into the man.

*****

A lithe younger man, with dark hair, and olive skin in his mid 30’s, is getting fucked by a daddy in the sling.  I move to the side and work the Daddy’s nipples as he fucks.  I know the bottom from previous meets.  He recognizes me and asks for my dick in his mouth as he gets fucked.  I oblige.  This turns the top on.  He fucks the kid harder.  When he slows down, he asks if I want a turn up the boy.  I do.  We change places.

We do it again.  And then once more.

The boy gets out of the sling to stretch and leans against the railing overlooking the maze.

“I’d like to try that cock on for size,” says the top.  He bends next to the boy on the railing.  I kneel behind his hairy, full ass and get him wet.  I spend quite some time getting his hole slick.  When I stand up, the lithe boy is being fucked by Jon.  He grabs the top for support—and to kiss. I begin to enter the top.  He grunts.

“Breathe into it,” Jon tells him.

“Fuck, it’s big,” says the top—but with those words, I’m fully in.  I hold.  “Now fuck me,” he commands.   The two men cling together, kissing, as they both get fucked.  Jon and I grin and pick up the tempo…

*****

I rarely stop all night.  I drink a lot of water for enforced piss breaks—but no takers this time.

Late, I find the lithe boy in the sling again.  Things are winding down, he’s alone and toying with his fucked out hole.

“Let me help…”

I kneel and apply my tongue to his ravaged pucker.  He groans.  I taste load.  I wonder whose it is as I swallow some down and stand up to snowball some to him.  He takes it greedily.

“If you eat that cum out, you need to replace it.”

I go down and lick a little more.  My cock is telling me I can do that easily.  It’s time.

I stand up and fuck his wet, silky hole.

“Breed me.  I’ve always wanted you to breed me.”

Magic words. 

I shoot and shoot and shoot…

Franklin: Making His Black Friday Happier

Toronto—November, 2018

The first of two terrific playtimes in what is fast becoming my favorite city for sex…

I arrive in the early afternoon.  I am staying in a hotel that has no parking.  I park in the lot that is as close as any I know—though it means I will walk for a bit, dragging a big suitcase down the streets.  I add the leather filled gym bag and my computer into the big, green square suitcase that was new sometime in the 1990’s.  I loop the canvas bag with my tea making equipment over the extension handle.  I’m ready to go—and it starts to rain.  A sprinkle.  I have a hooded sweatshirt under my winter coat.  I put up the hood.  It’s really starting to rain now.  My beard, which I’ve kept longer and a little scraggly at the encouragement of Derrick and Jacob, is suddenly really wet.  I cross the street and head on a diagonal through the park.  The wheel on my suitcase hits a divot in the sidewalk.  It breaks off a piece.  I now have that K-thump, K-thump as I drag it along.  Ahead of me I see that some religious organization has set up a large canvas tent to feed the homeless who fill this particular park.  As I approach two members step out of the shelter, see my rain bedraggled beard and sodden hood while I drag what looks like all my worldly possessions behind me in a broken suitcase. 

“Please, won’t you come in for a hot meal?  We have a turkey dinner just for you.”

I smile ruefully, the rest of the way to my hotel…

****

The rain has stopped before I walk to Steamworks to meet Franklin.  I am checking in early and setting up the sling room.  We are back in the space with the iron gate that we had in August.

 The sling can be put up out of the way.

Or lowered for use. 

I start our scene with it up.  Franklin isn’t due for another hour.  I wander a little.  I get some warm up head on the slurp ramp from a hungry cocksucker.  Soon enough, Franklin arrives.  He’s had a long day of retail madness, it being the Friday after Thanksgiving.  He showers and preps.  When he returns and the gate is locked, the cute cub and I embrace.  We kiss.  He’s still slightly damp.  I let him kneel and suck on my cock.  It swells to fullness as he takes almost all of it down his throat.

“Get my balls.” 

He does.  Really, really thoroughly.  He leaves every millimeter of those hairy sacks wet.

“Up on the bed.  I need to eat your hole.” 

He gets on all fours.  I dive in, licking and spitting.  It’s such a hairy ass.  I love watching the hairs mat.  I stand up.  My engorged dick pokes at his wet hole.  I fuck him, using only about half of my dick.  He is not relaxing.  We switch.  He wants to sit on me.  With him in control, he takes me to the hilt.  He rides me, increasing the pace, until he is slamming his ass down on my angry looking cock.

We go back to doggie.  His hole is now more than ready to take me to the hilt.  I pound into him.  Franklin pulls off me only so he can taste his ass juice on my dick.  I am glad to share it.

A guy has been watching us fuck  through the gate.  I direct Franklin to suck him through the bars.   I love the look of a hard cock coming through the gated door to be serviced.  We decide to invite him in—I am thinking as a second top, but of course the new guy wants to get fucked.  Franklin’s game to top him.  I start off with him...and the hole is not ready for play. 

We break as I clean up and send the guy to the showers.

The sling comes down.  I fuck Franklin a little. 

He really wants to work on stretching his hole.  I grab his beginners plug, insert and use it to stretch him.  I exchange it for my much bigger plug.  I know he won’t take it all, but he takes a little more of it each time—until he is about an inch away from its biggest diameter.   

Next up is the egg headed dildo.  It goes in easily after all the play.  I pull the thin shaft down and insert my cock alongside the ribbed shaft.  Franklin hits the poppers.  He groans, telling me he loves how full he feels.  I love how tight it makes his hole after the stretching.

“Do you want me to start with a hand?” I ask as my dick comes out. 

He nods.

I take this picture of his used hole.

I finally close the door behind the gate.  The toy comes out and my fingers go in.  We use his coconut oil.  One finger, two.  Alternate hands.  Now three.  Four.  And a lateral stretch.  We do this for quite awhile.  When I try a whole hand, my smaller left hand stops at the usual place, the knuckles.  But we have made significant steps.

I’ve been hunched over working his ass.  Franklin has me lie down.  He gives me a really wonderful back rub.  After the long drive in, lugging the suitcase for so far, all the tight muscles from fucking and ass play melt away.

I don’t tell him when to stop.  And he just keeps going.  It’s lovely.

He lies down next to me.  We wrap arms around each other and just stay there for a minute.  “I think it’s time for you to breed me,” he murmurs.

I agree.

I open the door.  Franklin gets up in the sling.  I lick his hole.  My erection throbs back to life—the blood having all rushed to my back.  I push between his now slightly puffy ass lips.  Franklin bears down, squeezing my dick.  I begin a fast pump.  He hands me his poppers.  I take a quick inhale—and within moments, I am coating his insides with cum.  I kneel and poke around for a taste of my load—but it’s not a prolonged felching.

We hug good bye—and Franklin tells me I’ve made his Black Friday happier.  I let him out the gate and right in our corridor is the Fluid Pig.  (You will find his many exploits with me under his own label.  He is from Toronto, but work often brings him to Michigan.)  He grabs me and tells me he will be in my town next month.  Then casually announces he has two loads in him—and that I should taste them.

He jumps in the sling.  I hunker down and start exploring his wet hole.  They ooze out onto my tongue.  My cock, which has just shot a load into Franklin stiffens.   I fuck it into him, feeling the squishy loads.  I fuck a bit.  He thanks me, and gets up out of the sling.  My cock is coated in cum from his ass.

The Vers Top, who played with Franklin and I in August comes in as the Fluid Pig says goodbye.  I fucked him, back then, while he fucked his boy.  He greets me and gets in the sling unasked.  “Fuck me with that hard dick.”

“It’s covered in two men’s cum,” I tell him.

“All the better.”

The Flip Flop Top takes a hit of his poppers as I eat his tight, hairless ass.  I don’t eat him for long, though I want to—but I have no idea if this surprise erection will last.  He is so damn tight, but all the cum on my cock makes me slide right in.  FFT beats his meat as he tells me to breed him.  I fuck him and in less than 5 minutes I am blasting another load in him.  Which makes him shoot, too.

Not bad for an old man…