A Quartet of Cum

 Lansing—September, 2020

I stayed home each time after my fisting meets.  Work was over, so that part was pretty easy.  A week into my second self-isolation, I got a text from the couple who live north of me—and who I usually see, in normal times, at the monthly gathering of like minded, bareback loving men in Grand Rapids.  They wondered how I was doing—and if I was playing with anyone.  I told them what I had done—the motel and the fistings.  They had done nothing since spring—and wanted to see what the three of us might feel comfortable doing.  We talked (one of them works in health care, no less,) and we agreed we would be fine with the three of us to meet by the weekend.

And then it grew to four.  They really wanted to include a versatile man to give the top in the relationship a new hole to fuck.  It was a man they knew and trusted….and so I went for it.

It was a great fall day to drive north.  My hosts answered the door. 

(The top is tall and thin, and graying at the temples.  His dick is about my length—but is significantly thicker as you go down the shaft.  He loves me to fuck a hole first—so he has an easier time getting in.  His other half (Tim) is versatile, a few years younger, shorter and good looking.) 

We chatted in their living room as we waited for the fourth man.  We didn’t have to wait long.  Soon Tim ushers in a man in his mid 40’s.  He was fit, built and reminded me of the man in the pit where I get my oil changed.  I was instantly hard.

We all were given a bottle of water and headed for the master bedroom…

 

We strip down.  Everyone keeps on some kind of a jock, but the other Top.  I kneel and lace up my boots.  When I straighten up, the guy I don’t know is kneeling on the bed and trying to get the Top’s cock all the way down his throat.  Tim is watching and stroking.  I tell him to kneel on the bed and I go to my knees and dive into his ass.  My tongue finds his warm pucker and begins to massage it open.  I spit three or four times and stand up to fuck.

The new guy is choking on dick—but in a hot kind of way.  I wipe a drool of pre-cum from my dick head on the wet hole in front of me and slide halfway in. Tim groans, poppers up—and his ass welcomes me all the way in.  I fuck.  The sound of my nuts slapping the fleshy ass makes the new guy pull off the dick and look at us.  He repositions himself so Tim can suck his cock—as my mechanic fantasy goes back to sucking the Top.  

I fuck hard and fast

We shift again, each of us now tasting the New Guy in turn.  When we aren’t sucking him, we find another cock or ass to feast on.  Tim gets the New Guy hardest and sits on it, to the delight of his partner.  I take my turn of the Top’s dick, swallowing him nicely until the dreaded bulge, as he watches his boy get impaled.

The guys re-position the fuck.  Tim is on his knees, NG is standing up to fuck.  I squirm under Tim so I can lick the underside of NG’s dick as he plows Tim.  The Top sucks me.  NG loves my tongue on his shaft and balls as he fucks—and says so, calling me a ‘fucking pig.’ 

Tim is fucked harder now.  I have to suck Tim’s dick to get out of the way as NG drills him.

Finally, Tim pulls off him, collapsing on me.  “We should take this upstairs to our playroom.”

We all agree.  I grab my bag but am stopped by the New Guy saying, “Let me suck that again.”

I let him.  And in moments he goes from getting my dick wet to kneeling on the bed, pleading with me to go easy on his ass.  I tease his hole with my wet cock.  Just my dripping cock head is sucked into his hungry hole.  I don’t go deep.  Just enough to make him pant.

“Let’s go find our hosts.”

We grab our water bottles and go upstairs to what was once a maid’s room.  There is a big bed, a sling on a frame and a rimseat.

“We got the rimseat so you wouldn’t have to bring yours,” I’m told.

NG bends over the bed and announces he needs to be fucked.  I look at the Top.  He graciously gives me the go ahead with a wave of his hand.  His partner kneels and sucks the Top’s big dick as I kneel and eat out the ass I had toyed with downstairs.  I lick and prod his hole with my tongue.  He does poppers and begins pleading with me to get my dick in him.

I stand up and drive it home.  He takes it all the while giving the sexiest moans.  He’s a great fuck—a hole that talks to my dick and knows when to tighten and when to loosen up.  The Top stands and watches me fuck.  Our eyes connect.  I know he wants a turn.  I lean across NG’s back and whisper in his ear that he’s about to get a thicker cock.

His only response is to inhale poppers again.  I pull out and the Top fucks him without mercy.  My cock is cleaned by Tim—before he leans over the bed and inserts it into his ass.  The two men bottoming reach out and hold onto each other as they take more than seventeen inches of dick between them.

This does it for NG.  We’ve turned him.  He does not top again the entire session.  I fuck Tim in the sling, while NG rides the Top prone on the bed.

Then we switch holes.  Tim rides his partner and I fuck NG in the sling. 

I get under the rimseat and eat out Tim’s wet, loose hole.  I can hear the Top pounding into NG.  Suddenly there is a cry—The Top has to be unloading in NG.  Tim stands up, straddling me.  I can’t move, even if I want to.

“Sit here.” 

It’s Tim directing NG to sit on the rimseat—and for me to eat his partner’s load out of the dripping, hairy ass.

He sits, poppers up and the cum from his hole begins to drip into my mouth.  I clean him up, getting every drop my tongue can find.  I tongue fuck him, over and over.  I hear the Top go downstairs.

Tim pulls NG up off the seat.  “Get in the sling,” he tells him.  Tim helps him into the stirrups as I raise the seat and stand up.  “You should cum in his ass,” Tim says.

“You don’t want it?”

“I have had it plenty of times…give it to him—and fuck in the cum still in there.”

I spit in my hand and slather it on my dick.  I slide in.  Tim stands to the side, working NG’s nips with one hand while beating off his own dick.  NG kneads his semi hard.  I fuck him.  Hard and long strokes.

Then by standing still and moving the sling back and forth on my rampant hard on.

“Fill him up,” Tim croons.  “Breed him.”

“Yeah, give me more seed…” NG moans around the popper bottle held to his mouth.

I pick up the tempo—and explode deep inside the wet ass.

Tim hears me—and fires across the hairy chest in front of him.

My hand swipes up some of his load and coats my cock with it.

“Fuck it into him,” groans Tim.

I do.

The New Guy’s cock hardens as he realizes what just happened. 

And he drools out a load…

From the Archive

For as much as I have used pictures from this photo shoot, 

I don’t believe I have ever published this particular shot.  

I found it in the email sent to me by the photographer as I was purging old correspondence.  

I really like it.  

It catches the sexual energy that comes with cruising and playing outdoors in public.

For those who need more...this was the next shot.....

Even I just said, "Damn...." as the image came up on the screen....
 

Hit the "On the Tracks" label below if you want more.

Great Minds...

 

I got the Leather Man's newsletter today.  

After all my talk about traffic cones, the picture above made me laugh.  

Something I really needed.

You can always go to their website here.

Equipment Close-up: The Traffic Cone

 Equipment Close-up:  The Traffic Cone

 

I hadn’t thought about the traffic cone for a long time.  But with the move, I found it, tucked away in a dusty, cobweb filled corner of the basement.  For a time it had proudly been in the playroom, but seemingly I had left it in the cellar one year, what with my constant need to dismantle the equipment each summer.

Now, back in the mid 1990’s I owned a video tape of Falcon’s Flashpoint:  Hot as Hell.  In the video, Byrce Colby had sex on the hood of his car with Trent Reed’s cock and fist and a ton of toys—including a scene where he sat on a traffic cone.  This really sparked my interest (and made my long term partner turn an odd shade of green).  

I had found a young man in Nashville, Tennessee who had a bottomless pit of an ass.  As I was headed south for a few weeks of work (and sex with his cavernous ass) I saw a traffic cone on the highway.  It was way off the road and forgotten by the work crew.   I stopped and grabbed it.  I cleaned it up and took it with me to the first meet I had with the young guy.

He had seen the movie—and pointed out that Bryce was a good deal taller. This cone was 30 inches high.  My friend wasn’t concerned that the circumference was 8 inches at the top of the cone—but that he wasn’t tall enough to sit on it.

So we didn’t do anything with it that night.  I waited until I was asked back to his house for a threeway.   The other top and I picked up the bottom and holding his thighs all the while sat him on the Criscoed end of the traffic cone. The 8 inches suddenly seemed bigger with his ass right there—but he took it on the second try.  And we bounced him on it for about 5 minutes.  We only stopped when, without ever getting hard, the boy dribbled an immense amount of cum out of his tiny dicklet.

I used it once in my playroom with a tall man who loved the challenge to stand astride it and impale himself on it.  All while I lay on the bed, jerking to him riding it.

Now it is cleaned up again from all the dust of the basement.

And is now in my new playroom. 

I don’t think it will get a lot of use, but I can think of a couple of men I play with who might get off on the mind fuck of sitting on a traffic cone.

 

...and a Briefer Meeting with Marco

 

My Playroom—September, 2020

(This picks up right where the last post left off…)

 

Jake showers.

I look at a surprising text on my phone…

I don’t answer it until Jake is out the door.

Marco has responded to a text I’ve sent him.  (Marco has not appeared very often, these last few years, in these posts.  He was my roommate for a number of leather weekends until he found a boyfriend during one of them.  While they are not sexually exclusive, it has certainly slowed down our play.)

I had written Marco that while packing up the house, I found an old sling I had inherited—did he still want it?

I read the text.  Marco wants it.  And he is on the road—coming back from his boyfriend’s place.  He can actually come by and pick it up.  Would that work?

I write back that it would—and I would see him that evening.

He arrives just after I finish the dishes from my evening meal.  He looks great.  We have three years to catch up on.  We try to do just that…and then he asks:  “Do you want to play?”

I let him know what I just did with Jake—and I know he’s been with someone all weekend, too.  But we go for it.  He does a brief clean up and we go upstairs.  He still has four hours of driving until he gets home, so we are on the clock.

Marco climbs right up on the fuck bench.  I kneel and tongue that muscle ass.  He groans.  “That feels so good after all that driving…”

I tongue him deep and leave a lot of spit behind.

I stand up.  My cock slides all the way in.  One stroke and I bottom out in him.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your dick…”

I fuck him.  Hard and fast.

Marco’s head come up and watches me plow his ass in the mirror in front of him.

I slow down—and we move to the sling.

I eat his well fucked hole.

I fuck it again.

And grease up my hands.

I slide into him.  Repeatedly.  Over and over.  His ass controls whether I am allowed to enter—or not.  He can tighten down for a moment before he relaxes the sphincter and I slide home.  This time I hit the spot and he drools some piss onto his stomach.  I lick it up.

I move on to the speculum.  I know he loves the stretch.  I crank it open—and play with his prostate, brushing my fingers over it. 

Then I add my cock.  Metal to the sides and warm, wet Marco above and below my shaft.

“Can you get off?” he asks.

Even with both sessions—I am nowhere near cumming.  I tell him so.

“Then give me your hand again—and I should hit the road.”

I close the speculum and slide my left into him.  I do a really fast back and forth of my left and right—almost punch fisting it—about three times.  Marco groans in ecstasy.

And we are done.

He showers.

We take the sling out to his car…and he’s gone.

About two hours later, I have a raging hard on.  I stroke to some Jake Morgan porn and load the jock bound for the Southern Hemisphere…

(The graphic is a picture of the Joe Louis sculpture in Detroit.  

Hit Marco’s name below for some great pics of hands in his ass…)

A Brief Meeting with Jake

 

My Playroom—September, 2020

The next two men I played with were also fisting buds. 

The first was Jake. Jake is likely the man I have known the longest with who I am still playing.  We have known each other close to 25 years or more now.  We don’t see each other often, but when we do, we can pick up right where we left off.

Once again he was headed down for some sort of socially distanced church gathering and hoped to stop at my place on the way back.  Timings worked out and he arrived as scheduled.

 

We go upstairs and get almost naked.  Jake is looking good.  No letting himself go during lockdown.   We chat.  I learn he has also been with a bondage Master while down with the church group.  His hole and testicles have been worked hard.  He kneels and takes my cock out of my jock.    It disappears into his mouth.  He is able to take me down to the root—until I fully harden.  He chokes and I quickly pull out. 

I tell him to get on the fuck bench.  I kneel behind him and tongue his hole.  His ass lips are already swollen as if I’d been using him for hours.  I love the feel of the used hole on my tongue. I stand up and fuck.  But not for long.  I can barely feel myself in him.  His hole has been manhandled.  I slap his ass hard.  He tightens down a little—but not much.  I add the egg headed dildo and double fuck him.  Now we’re talking.  I love how it can make any hole feel tight with me wedged snugly next to the plastic.

We change over to the sling.

I eat his hole again.

I fuck.

And grease up my hand while I hammer into him.

My left glides in.  I feel his ass snap around my wrist.  I pause.  I turn my hand ever so slightly and pull it out. 

I grease up the right.  I do the same with it.

Back and forth.

I fuck him again.  Briefly.  And retire the cock to the pouch.

Left.

Right.

Again and again.

I use the big black butt plug.  His ass swallows it easily and he groans as his ass lips close around the small shaft of its base.

We break for a moment and stretch out together on the bed.  

Jake is almost instantly asleep.  I let him doze for a time—then get up. 

This wakes him—and we do another fist round in the sling.

We stop soon enough.  It’s a combination of his ass wearing out and he has to get home.

A short session, but nice to reconnect.

He showers.

I look at a surprising text on my phone…

But that’s next time.

 

 

(The graphic is a picture of the Joe Louis sculpture in Detroit.)

Fisting the Ginger Bear

 Northern Michigan—September, 2020

I did not play again in August.  I waited my two weeks in isolation to see how I felt.  I also kept tabs on the other men from our motel romp—to see how they were feeling.  We were all fine.  My next meet was more in line with how I originally thought I would return to playing. 

A fisting bud wrote, wondering if I was ready to jump back into sex.  I told him what I had done—and how I had waited and watched for symptoms.  He was fine with that.  He had been in hibernation all spring and summer—and was more than ready.  What had kept him sane for such a long stretch was that he had moved a friend/playmate into another bedroom to shelter with him.  He was a man I knew—but hadn’t seen in years.  He was a great fisting top—and one who cared little about getting his dick involved with it all.  I knew that while this ginger bear enjoyed being fucked, he was really all about my hands and toys.  This would mean we would also have more space between us with him in his sling—not quite so on top of each other and constantly breathing the same air. 

I was willing to take the chance…so I set off.

 

It’s an easy drive.  I find his 100 year old farmhouse easily.  They both come out on the wraparound porch to greet me.  The Ginger Bear is just that—very hairy and all of it fiery red—with very pale skin.  His friend has appeared in these posts and was dubbed Leather Top. He looks like the very image of one:  bald, once muscular and artfully tatted.  Both men are within 5 years of my age.

We chat in the living room.  Ginger Bear and I sip water, Leather Top has a beer.  It’s been over two years since he and I shared a hole—so Leather Top catches me up on where he’s been.  Soon enough, we troop up the stairs and strip down.  Ginger Bear keeps on a flannel shirt.  I keep on my jock and boots.  Leather Top is also in a jock and a flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off.

Ginger Bear hops in the sling, tucked into the corner of his bedroom.  I look to LT to see who wants to go first.

“You know what we have to do,” he reminds me.  And I do remember.  LT pulls out a quarter.  He tosses it.  “Call it.”

“Heads.”

And it is.  So I kneel and begin tonguing Ginger Bear’s ass.  He moans and opens his hole for me.  Having my tongue go deep into whatever butt I’m rimming gets me harder than just about any other activity.  I stroke myself a little as I get him good and wet.

Leather Top goes off to give us some space. I stand up and slip my dick into the wet hole.  GB takes me easily.  Moaning constantly and twisting his own nipples.  I fuck him.  Harder and harder. 

Soon enough I switch to my left hand.  The intensity of the moans from GB increase.  Leather Top comes back and stands behind Ginger Bear’s head and takes over twisting, pinching and pulling on GB’s nips.  My left hand is in place.  His ass ring snaps down on my wrist.  I turn it.  Ever so slightly—but his response is terrific.

I reverse hands and do the right.  I turn it slowly.  Just a gentle rotation.  Ginger Bear opens the poppers and begins speaking in tongues.

I go back to my left.  My cock is added—pushing along my palm until it finds my fingers deep in his ass.  I stroke myself ever so slightly inside him.  He groans again and takes another hit.

I go back to the right hand.  I try to add my cock with it, too.  But it doesn’t work.  I slip in an extra three fingers instead. 

I break.  Letting Leather Top take over.  I go wash my hands of the amazing amount of lube on them.  When I come back, I take over working Ginger Bear’s nipples.  The Crisco/J-lube mix on LT’s hands is slightly pink.  He finishes up with one hand and the four fingers of the other just as I did.

While he goes to wash, I clean up Ginger Bear.  His ass is not bleeding—at least not now.  The hemorrhoid LT must have hit, has recovered.

I look for my speculum in my bag—but it seems I didn’t pack it.  I make do with my hands instead—doing wide lateral stretches with all eight fingers. 

I decide to alternate hands.

Left in.

The right replaces it in an easy gliding exchange.

On and on.

Back and forth.

One last lateral stretch and I let Leather Top back into GB.

He starts—and suddenly Ginger Bear has had enough.

We all wash up—and sit down at table.  Ginger Bear heads to the stove where a pot of soup has been simmering…