Saturday, March 31, 2012
Cumunion in Madison (Part Three) Great Ass and a Surprise Top
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Friday, March 30, 2012
Cumunion in Madison (Part Two) The Human Dildo
Madison, WI--March, 2012
Immediately after the last post.
I slip away and go sit in the dark area. Perhaps an hour has gone by. This Cumunion is shaping up nicely. I close my eyes for just a second. When I open them I can just about see a tall man getting head in the shadows from the boy who was the first to suck me. The sucker notices me watching. He makes a great show of servicing the cock in front of him. He finally deep throats it. Long trails of spittle are just visible in the light. The top pats his head and moves away to find a fresh mouth. The thin man half smiles and crawls toward my splayed legs and swollen cock…
He nestles between my legs, lifts my cock out of the way, and gently starts licking my balls. It’s great to relax with his hot mouth after the fucking. He gets up on all fours as he switches to tonguing my cock. A handsome man in a harness arrives and slips up my cocksucker’s ass. He groans. The force of the thrusts is forcing him farther and farther down the shaft of my cock. I enjoy it for a moment. Then pull out, afraid of uncontrolled teeth. I hold him as he is fucked. His head now bounces against my chest. He’s lost in sensation--oblivious to the world except for the inches up his ass.
The top leaves. I hold the well fucked bottom for a moment, then rise with him in my arms. He kisses me, turns me so my back is against one of the shelf units, then, bending over impales himself on my cock. He slides expertly back. My breath is truly taken away. After the easy access of the older hole, this man is super tight, even after the pounding I know he just took. His ass is moist and every inch of it clings to my cock. He begins panting over my larger girth--and I know I’m pounding on his prostate. He’s in total control. I can’t thrust back--I can only stand there against the wall--and let him have his way with my dick.
He works my cock tirelessly. He’s begging for me to seed him. I am pretty sure I’m no where near, but it’s unlike me to not be in control. Soon the position is too much for his legs. He pulls off my cock, turns and hugs me. While I’m holding him, I feel him pushed slightly to the side. One of the guys who was watching us, has backed himself up on my cock. I can’t even see who it is. He doesn’t last long. He shoots all over the floor, pulls off and thanks me.
As I’m about to move, one of my favorite Chicago players steps up. It’s Carlos, the gorgeous Latin man with the massive shoulder tattoo. He bends over and backs up slowly, taking me to the hilt. He settles there. But only for a moment. Soon he is pushing back expertly on my cock. I think the top in the harness is back and in his mouth. I am still trapped. Nothing but a fuck stick, a dildo, suction cupped to the shelf unit. And still holding to my side the man who initiated this moment.
Carlos pulls off me to try Harness Top’s cock in his ass. They can barely move away with the crowd of men around us. I try to move toward the sling area, but I can’t. Another man, blond and rather Aryan, has bent over and impaled himself on my cock. He seems to be with a friend or boyfriend. He never takes his off his otter boyfriend. Before I know it, the Aryan has pulled off and the boyfriend is backing his ass on to me. I’m sure this ass is loaded. It glides across my cock with ease. I want to bend and taste it, but it’s impossible in the press of flesh around me.
Just as fast, the two of them are gone. Karl is next to me. I have no idea how long he’s been there.
“I want that,” he whispers in my ear.
He works his way in front of me, bends and slides back onto my cum slicked cock. The tall thin man watches the sixth man on my dick with a look of lust and maybe a little envy. I turn his face to me and we kiss. Two tongues fight for control. Wet. And hot. I pull back and spit down his throat. He reacts like I’d just shot a load in him. He dives back into my mouth to share it all with me.
Karl has pulled off my cock. I feel more than see him clean my cock. And then he is standing, leaning into a threeway kiss with the two of us--bringing the taste of my cock and all those holes up to our eager mouths. We can’t get enough of this. We kiss and paw each other.
The crowd thins as action at the sling draws them all away. I lose Karl. Then slowly let the thin man go. It’s nice just to stand alone--letting some cool air hit me. I lean back and just breathe for a minute--tasting the traces of so many men in m mouth.
The hot leather guy with the massive PA arrives. I grin crookedly.
“I got piss. You want it?”
I smile. “Sure.”
“Where?”
“Right here--I’m not gonna spill any.”
I kneel. His cock is right in my mouth. I try to protect my teeth from the metal. There’s no waiting with him….an immediate strong flow. It’s stronger flavored than I expect. But I swallow. He is grunting with the effort of pissing. And it just stops, no real tapering off at all.
“Thanks,” I mumble.
“Yeah. Hot. Now you owe me a fuck.”
I rise with my usual piss induced rock hard erection. I push him towards the chair where I’d been sitting. “Hang on,” I instruct him. “I’m gonna plow you good….”
Immediately after the last post.
I slip away and go sit in the dark area. Perhaps an hour has gone by. This Cumunion is shaping up nicely. I close my eyes for just a second. When I open them I can just about see a tall man getting head in the shadows from the boy who was the first to suck me. The sucker notices me watching. He makes a great show of servicing the cock in front of him. He finally deep throats it. Long trails of spittle are just visible in the light. The top pats his head and moves away to find a fresh mouth. The thin man half smiles and crawls toward my splayed legs and swollen cock…
He nestles between my legs, lifts my cock out of the way, and gently starts licking my balls. It’s great to relax with his hot mouth after the fucking. He gets up on all fours as he switches to tonguing my cock. A handsome man in a harness arrives and slips up my cocksucker’s ass. He groans. The force of the thrusts is forcing him farther and farther down the shaft of my cock. I enjoy it for a moment. Then pull out, afraid of uncontrolled teeth. I hold him as he is fucked. His head now bounces against my chest. He’s lost in sensation--oblivious to the world except for the inches up his ass.
The top leaves. I hold the well fucked bottom for a moment, then rise with him in my arms. He kisses me, turns me so my back is against one of the shelf units, then, bending over impales himself on my cock. He slides expertly back. My breath is truly taken away. After the easy access of the older hole, this man is super tight, even after the pounding I know he just took. His ass is moist and every inch of it clings to my cock. He begins panting over my larger girth--and I know I’m pounding on his prostate. He’s in total control. I can’t thrust back--I can only stand there against the wall--and let him have his way with my dick.
He works my cock tirelessly. He’s begging for me to seed him. I am pretty sure I’m no where near, but it’s unlike me to not be in control. Soon the position is too much for his legs. He pulls off my cock, turns and hugs me. While I’m holding him, I feel him pushed slightly to the side. One of the guys who was watching us, has backed himself up on my cock. I can’t even see who it is. He doesn’t last long. He shoots all over the floor, pulls off and thanks me.
As I’m about to move, one of my favorite Chicago players steps up. It’s Carlos, the gorgeous Latin man with the massive shoulder tattoo. He bends over and backs up slowly, taking me to the hilt. He settles there. But only for a moment. Soon he is pushing back expertly on my cock. I think the top in the harness is back and in his mouth. I am still trapped. Nothing but a fuck stick, a dildo, suction cupped to the shelf unit. And still holding to my side the man who initiated this moment.
Carlos pulls off me to try Harness Top’s cock in his ass. They can barely move away with the crowd of men around us. I try to move toward the sling area, but I can’t. Another man, blond and rather Aryan, has bent over and impaled himself on my cock. He seems to be with a friend or boyfriend. He never takes his off his otter boyfriend. Before I know it, the Aryan has pulled off and the boyfriend is backing his ass on to me. I’m sure this ass is loaded. It glides across my cock with ease. I want to bend and taste it, but it’s impossible in the press of flesh around me.
Just as fast, the two of them are gone. Karl is next to me. I have no idea how long he’s been there.
“I want that,” he whispers in my ear.
He works his way in front of me, bends and slides back onto my cum slicked cock. The tall thin man watches the sixth man on my dick with a look of lust and maybe a little envy. I turn his face to me and we kiss. Two tongues fight for control. Wet. And hot. I pull back and spit down his throat. He reacts like I’d just shot a load in him. He dives back into my mouth to share it all with me.
Karl has pulled off my cock. I feel more than see him clean my cock. And then he is standing, leaning into a threeway kiss with the two of us--bringing the taste of my cock and all those holes up to our eager mouths. We can’t get enough of this. We kiss and paw each other.
The crowd thins as action at the sling draws them all away. I lose Karl. Then slowly let the thin man go. It’s nice just to stand alone--letting some cool air hit me. I lean back and just breathe for a minute--tasting the traces of so many men in m mouth.
The hot leather guy with the massive PA arrives. I grin crookedly.
“I got piss. You want it?”
I smile. “Sure.”
“Where?”
“Right here--I’m not gonna spill any.”
I kneel. His cock is right in my mouth. I try to protect my teeth from the metal. There’s no waiting with him….an immediate strong flow. It’s stronger flavored than I expect. But I swallow. He is grunting with the effort of pissing. And it just stops, no real tapering off at all.
“Thanks,” I mumble.
“Yeah. Hot. Now you owe me a fuck.”
I rise with my usual piss induced rock hard erection. I push him towards the chair where I’d been sitting. “Hang on,” I instruct him. “I’m gonna plow you good….”
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Cumunion in Madison (Part One) Piss and Fuck
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Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Motel Breeding
Kalamazoo--March, 2012
“We’ll be in the cheap motel--the usual one.” Cam, the married top who loves to watch me fuck, is typing away on Adam4Adam. His favorite Boy, the one from Wedding Band Fuckfest has been asking and asking for more cock. I agree to go help breed him--not sure who all will be there...
It’s a motel that used to be part of national chain, but no more. I park, nod to the Pakistani owner and find room 219. It’s around on the inside of the motel wing--looking out over a concrete courtyard. I knock and Cam is right there to let me in. I open the door, and I see Jerry plowing the Boy. I go over, give his ass a friendly whack and start to strip. The boy is always prettier than I remember. A good thing. He’s late 30’s, maybe 40, but trim, buff and insatiable in situations like this. As I get my 501’s off, I see Jerry pull out and let Cam go back up him. The last time I saw Jerry, he was bottoming in A Bookstore Full of Fuck Buds. He’s close to my age, truly versatile, married, with a little more weight than he’d like, but carrying it well.
I flop on the bed and get my swelling cock in line with the Boy’s mouth. He grins up at me, and takes it down easily. My dick immediately begins to swell and cut off his oxygen. He pulls up and settles for licking the head.
I pull out, letting Jerry take my place. Cam is still fucking. And telling us all about what he feels. I stroke, watching both ends of the Boy get used.
“Are you expecting more guys?” I ask.
“Naw,” Cam grunts. “This isn’t enough?” The Boy makes a non-committal sound around Jerry‘s cock. “Here. Fuck him good.” Cam pull out.
I sink to my knees. I lean forward and taste. It never gets old to me. The men have been up him awhile. I can taste precum and lube. Cam uses God awful lube--from his wife’s bedside drawer, I swear. I don’t linger as long as I might. I stand. I run my cock head down his ass crack. The Boy groans. I slip in. I inch in ever so slowly. He may have been getting fucked for awhile, but I’m thicker than the other men. He’s opening for me. Slowly. I keep up a barely perceptible push forward. Cam’s eyes are glued to my cock--aware of every millimeter I sink in. Even Jerry has leaned forward over the boy’s head to watch me take his ass. Soon my unruly pubes are plastered on his butt cheeks.
“You want me to fuck you?” It’s rhetorical. He grunts again around Jerry’s cock. I pull out. Almost as slowly. Then inch it in again. Jerry gets off the bed and comes around to watch. Then I pull out. Then in--just the tiniest bit faster.
“Please,” he whimpers. “Fuck me hard.”
But I don’t. Not yet. I’m having too much fun. I keep up the slow in and out for as long as I can stand it. Without warning, I smack his ass hard with the back on my hand and begin pounding it with my cock.
This inspires Cam. He bends Jerry over, so the men on the bed are side by side. He is up Jerry in a flash, and matching me stroke for stroke. The bottoms are grunting in unison. It’s hot. And I love how the bed thumps against the wall.
We keep it up for quite awhile. I eventually catch Cams eye. He knows what I want to do. We switch off, sliding home into the other man. Jerry bucks forward as the bigger cock enters him, but then is right with me. We fuck and fuck.
Both men ride me and Cam.
We try a less than successful DP on the Boy.
I fuck both kneeling on the bed.
But I love standing, with either of them on all fours. As does Cam. Surprisingly, I hear him unload in the Boy. I felch a little, then let Jerry in to fuck. It’s just what he needs to get back into top mode.
“Damn your cum feels good,” he pants. And then he’s shooting his own into the Boy as well. When he pulls out, I’m kneeling and waiting, slightly poppered, to clean his cock and dive into the hole. No taste of bad lube now, just a frothy mess of mixed man juice. I lick and swallow.
I’m not really ready to shoot, but I’m guessing not much else will be happening so I will myself to cum. “Do you want another load in you?”
“Please.”
I insert just my head.
“Please, what?” I mutter.
“Please, Sir.” I thrust home. And in a matter of just a few strokes, I shoot.
Now I just need to learn the Boy’s name.
“We’ll be in the cheap motel--the usual one.” Cam, the married top who loves to watch me fuck, is typing away on Adam4Adam. His favorite Boy, the one from Wedding Band Fuckfest has been asking and asking for more cock. I agree to go help breed him--not sure who all will be there...
It’s a motel that used to be part of national chain, but no more. I park, nod to the Pakistani owner and find room 219. It’s around on the inside of the motel wing--looking out over a concrete courtyard. I knock and Cam is right there to let me in. I open the door, and I see Jerry plowing the Boy. I go over, give his ass a friendly whack and start to strip. The boy is always prettier than I remember. A good thing. He’s late 30’s, maybe 40, but trim, buff and insatiable in situations like this. As I get my 501’s off, I see Jerry pull out and let Cam go back up him. The last time I saw Jerry, he was bottoming in A Bookstore Full of Fuck Buds. He’s close to my age, truly versatile, married, with a little more weight than he’d like, but carrying it well.
I flop on the bed and get my swelling cock in line with the Boy’s mouth. He grins up at me, and takes it down easily. My dick immediately begins to swell and cut off his oxygen. He pulls up and settles for licking the head.
I pull out, letting Jerry take my place. Cam is still fucking. And telling us all about what he feels. I stroke, watching both ends of the Boy get used.
“Are you expecting more guys?” I ask.
“Naw,” Cam grunts. “This isn’t enough?” The Boy makes a non-committal sound around Jerry‘s cock. “Here. Fuck him good.” Cam pull out.
I sink to my knees. I lean forward and taste. It never gets old to me. The men have been up him awhile. I can taste precum and lube. Cam uses God awful lube--from his wife’s bedside drawer, I swear. I don’t linger as long as I might. I stand. I run my cock head down his ass crack. The Boy groans. I slip in. I inch in ever so slowly. He may have been getting fucked for awhile, but I’m thicker than the other men. He’s opening for me. Slowly. I keep up a barely perceptible push forward. Cam’s eyes are glued to my cock--aware of every millimeter I sink in. Even Jerry has leaned forward over the boy’s head to watch me take his ass. Soon my unruly pubes are plastered on his butt cheeks.
“You want me to fuck you?” It’s rhetorical. He grunts again around Jerry’s cock. I pull out. Almost as slowly. Then inch it in again. Jerry gets off the bed and comes around to watch. Then I pull out. Then in--just the tiniest bit faster.
“Please,” he whimpers. “Fuck me hard.”
But I don’t. Not yet. I’m having too much fun. I keep up the slow in and out for as long as I can stand it. Without warning, I smack his ass hard with the back on my hand and begin pounding it with my cock.
This inspires Cam. He bends Jerry over, so the men on the bed are side by side. He is up Jerry in a flash, and matching me stroke for stroke. The bottoms are grunting in unison. It’s hot. And I love how the bed thumps against the wall.
We keep it up for quite awhile. I eventually catch Cams eye. He knows what I want to do. We switch off, sliding home into the other man. Jerry bucks forward as the bigger cock enters him, but then is right with me. We fuck and fuck.
Both men ride me and Cam.
We try a less than successful DP on the Boy.
I fuck both kneeling on the bed.
But I love standing, with either of them on all fours. As does Cam. Surprisingly, I hear him unload in the Boy. I felch a little, then let Jerry in to fuck. It’s just what he needs to get back into top mode.
“Damn your cum feels good,” he pants. And then he’s shooting his own into the Boy as well. When he pulls out, I’m kneeling and waiting, slightly poppered, to clean his cock and dive into the hole. No taste of bad lube now, just a frothy mess of mixed man juice. I lick and swallow.
I’m not really ready to shoot, but I’m guessing not much else will be happening so I will myself to cum. “Do you want another load in you?”
“Please.”
I insert just my head.
“Please, what?” I mutter.
“Please, Sir.” I thrust home. And in a matter of just a few strokes, I shoot.
Now I just need to learn the Boy’s name.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
The String is Broken
The Playroom--March, 2012
I met him at a motel party. He was a fun group bottom. He was always eager to jump into any combination of guys. But I wasn’t sure that there was enough there for an extended playtime at my place. But he wrote repeatedly. He begged. He said really nice things. He told me he had more of a kink side than he could show at the motel. He hoped for piss in the ass…
Well, that did it. Sure he could come over. We had to work hard to make our schedules mesh--I’d had all that travel for work, and an incredible amount of play. But we found one. Finally. He drove in and arrived mid day. I took him upstairs. He undressed as I went back down to my bedroom to change. Soon I am clumping up the stairs…
He is on the floor, right where he should be. Kneeling. Looking expectantly at my bulging jock. He is carrying more weight than he should, but I concentrate on his fine ass. It is framed in some sort of ass-less brief, now all the rage. The large globes of his ass look delectable, framed by the fabric.
I stand before him. “Get my cock hard.” He leans forward. His mouth is all over the pouch. He moans. I am getting hard quickly from his hot breath and his eagerness to serve. Soon the big head of my cock pokes around the fabric. His mouth is all over it. I push the fabric back. My shaft springs out, slapping his face just below the eye. He swallows it down. Ah---yes. I remember that mouth. He’s good. He knows how to suck creatively. I am hard and dripping on his tongue.
And I’m ready to fuck. I get him on all fours on the bed. I kneel ready to rim…
But there’s blood. Not coming out of his hole, but in a ring a half inch around it. I grab some paper towel. I dab at it. It’s still bleeding. There is no way I can bury my face in his ass. I slip on a Magnum and try to fuck….but the moment is totally broken.
I tell him. He is devastated. I explain that if I can’t rim, I’m not going to be any good fucking. And he knows that from our previous play. I try again, but there is even more blood flowing.
We try to talk as he dresses. Neither of us know what to say.
Empty promises are made about playing another time.
Then he’s gone.
And my string of great play dates screeches to a halt…
I met him at a motel party. He was a fun group bottom. He was always eager to jump into any combination of guys. But I wasn’t sure that there was enough there for an extended playtime at my place. But he wrote repeatedly. He begged. He said really nice things. He told me he had more of a kink side than he could show at the motel. He hoped for piss in the ass…
Well, that did it. Sure he could come over. We had to work hard to make our schedules mesh--I’d had all that travel for work, and an incredible amount of play. But we found one. Finally. He drove in and arrived mid day. I took him upstairs. He undressed as I went back down to my bedroom to change. Soon I am clumping up the stairs…
He is on the floor, right where he should be. Kneeling. Looking expectantly at my bulging jock. He is carrying more weight than he should, but I concentrate on his fine ass. It is framed in some sort of ass-less brief, now all the rage. The large globes of his ass look delectable, framed by the fabric.
I stand before him. “Get my cock hard.” He leans forward. His mouth is all over the pouch. He moans. I am getting hard quickly from his hot breath and his eagerness to serve. Soon the big head of my cock pokes around the fabric. His mouth is all over it. I push the fabric back. My shaft springs out, slapping his face just below the eye. He swallows it down. Ah---yes. I remember that mouth. He’s good. He knows how to suck creatively. I am hard and dripping on his tongue.
And I’m ready to fuck. I get him on all fours on the bed. I kneel ready to rim…
But there’s blood. Not coming out of his hole, but in a ring a half inch around it. I grab some paper towel. I dab at it. It’s still bleeding. There is no way I can bury my face in his ass. I slip on a Magnum and try to fuck….but the moment is totally broken.
I tell him. He is devastated. I explain that if I can’t rim, I’m not going to be any good fucking. And he knows that from our previous play. I try again, but there is even more blood flowing.
We try to talk as he dresses. Neither of us know what to say.
Empty promises are made about playing another time.
Then he’s gone.
And my string of great play dates screeches to a halt…
Monday, March 26, 2012
Four Pigs In a Room Fucking
Chicago--March, 2012
Immediately after the previous post.
So there was no way I was not going to Warren’s after the piss party. We toweled down, got in our clothes and he rode with me to his apartment that might as well be on Lake Shore Drive. He has a beautiful apartment, but the moment I walked in I only had eyes for the sling which was squeezed into place next to Warren’s double bed. He’d invited a regular play bud, Harry, a man about my age and build who had enthusiastically sat on my cock at the piss party. And Mark, my older piss bud from Michigan, who had fucked Warren in the back corner of the bar. Four older guys, three true versatiles and me, but all four with some major meat...
We are the first to arrive. We both rinse off in the shower. (I never think I smell of piss after the piss party until I step out into the fresh air.) We don’t wait. I get Warren into the sling. My mouth is instantly plastered between his generous ass cheeks. His hole is still slightly puffy from our two cocks fucking him at the bar. I work deep very fast. He’s moaning--and telling me it’s been way too long. I spit into his hole, stand up and slap the head of my cock against his hole. I glide into place. All the way to the hilt. In a single thrust.
“Shit!” he moans. “Fuck the hell out of me.”
I start slowly. I am just up to a good speed as the door buzzes. We stop and let in Harry.
“I see you two waited for me,” he grins. He bends and licks my cock. “Oh, yeah. I taste Warren.”
Harry gets naked fast, throwing his clothes out of the way in the living room. I am pounding Warren again in the sling as he comes into the bedroom. He stands, stroking and watching me fuck. I look at him questioningly. He nods. I slip out and he enters his friend’s ass. His cock is thinner than mine, but almost as long. Warren sighs and closes his eyes as he takes the familiar cock. He is stroking his fat dick all the while. I sit on the bed, but can swing around and work his nipples with both hands. Soon I’m on the floor, cleaning Harry’s cock, licking Warren’s hole, drinking Harry’s piss and slipping my dripping dick back up Warren.
Warren, I know, is an excellent top, but for these first 30 minutes, he is luxuriating in not having to be the ubiquitous top of Chicago. Harry and I take turn’s up his hole. Once I slide up Harry as he fucks Warren, but there’s not quite room to do that--a corner of a bureau keeps catching me on the back stroke.
Mark arrives. He kisses me--and asks if I want any piss. You gotta love friends….I drink long and deep.
We’ve all changed positions. Mark is fucking Warren doggy style on the bed. Harry is in the sling. His feels delightfully different, not quite as velvety, but he’s very skilled as he milks my cock. Soon Mark and I switch hole. He plows Harry and I move over to taste what he did to Warren. His hole now has precum from the three of us in it. I get so hard swallowing it, I know I need to insert my cock up him right now. I do. It makes him jump. For a moment, all finesse is gone. I’m just an animal rutting. Eventually I slow--or I’ll blow. And it looks like no one else is close.
We rotate again. Now we are all taking turns on Mark. Warren, in particular, is taking delight in reversing the fuckings he’s gotten from this muscle man. I work nipples--on Mark in the sling--on Warren, standing behind him as he fucks--on Harry who, when it’s not his turn, is spread eagled on the bed. Soon Harry pulls me around and buries his face in my ass. I sit down on his face--reveling in a rim job--something I don’t often get.
Finally, Mark is out of the sling. I get up off Harry’s face and lean over to kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue. Mark crawls up and sits on Harry’s cock. I work my way around to the sling and get Warren back into it. I slip easily into his overused hole. Suddenly there is a loud grunt from the bed. Harry is shooting up Mark. I pause the fucking and kneel down on the floor--my eyes level with where his cock is slowly exiting Mark’s overflowing hole. Mark knows me well. He get off slowly. Letting me lick Harry’s cock. He elevates his ass, so he’s on all fours to let me eat out the load. It’s thick and very white. I stand and insert my cock in the load. I sigh. Fucking heaven.
Warren comes over. I let him fuck in the load for a bit, too. I lick the froth off Warren’s cock. And it’s too much. I need to shoot. I roughly enter Warren and breed him for the very first time. I collapse on his back…
Some how I’m in a different place on the bed, being held tightly by Harry. Mark and Warren are working each other to shoot. My mind is a blur as to what they do. But I know they shoot on to stomachs and thighs and I let it stay there. “ I must be exhausted,” I mutter mostly to myself. “I just can’t clean you up….”
Immediately after the previous post.
So there was no way I was not going to Warren’s after the piss party. We toweled down, got in our clothes and he rode with me to his apartment that might as well be on Lake Shore Drive. He has a beautiful apartment, but the moment I walked in I only had eyes for the sling which was squeezed into place next to Warren’s double bed. He’d invited a regular play bud, Harry, a man about my age and build who had enthusiastically sat on my cock at the piss party. And Mark, my older piss bud from Michigan, who had fucked Warren in the back corner of the bar. Four older guys, three true versatiles and me, but all four with some major meat...
We are the first to arrive. We both rinse off in the shower. (I never think I smell of piss after the piss party until I step out into the fresh air.) We don’t wait. I get Warren into the sling. My mouth is instantly plastered between his generous ass cheeks. His hole is still slightly puffy from our two cocks fucking him at the bar. I work deep very fast. He’s moaning--and telling me it’s been way too long. I spit into his hole, stand up and slap the head of my cock against his hole. I glide into place. All the way to the hilt. In a single thrust.
“Shit!” he moans. “Fuck the hell out of me.”
I start slowly. I am just up to a good speed as the door buzzes. We stop and let in Harry.
“I see you two waited for me,” he grins. He bends and licks my cock. “Oh, yeah. I taste Warren.”
Harry gets naked fast, throwing his clothes out of the way in the living room. I am pounding Warren again in the sling as he comes into the bedroom. He stands, stroking and watching me fuck. I look at him questioningly. He nods. I slip out and he enters his friend’s ass. His cock is thinner than mine, but almost as long. Warren sighs and closes his eyes as he takes the familiar cock. He is stroking his fat dick all the while. I sit on the bed, but can swing around and work his nipples with both hands. Soon I’m on the floor, cleaning Harry’s cock, licking Warren’s hole, drinking Harry’s piss and slipping my dripping dick back up Warren.
Warren, I know, is an excellent top, but for these first 30 minutes, he is luxuriating in not having to be the ubiquitous top of Chicago. Harry and I take turn’s up his hole. Once I slide up Harry as he fucks Warren, but there’s not quite room to do that--a corner of a bureau keeps catching me on the back stroke.
Mark arrives. He kisses me--and asks if I want any piss. You gotta love friends….I drink long and deep.
We’ve all changed positions. Mark is fucking Warren doggy style on the bed. Harry is in the sling. His feels delightfully different, not quite as velvety, but he’s very skilled as he milks my cock. Soon Mark and I switch hole. He plows Harry and I move over to taste what he did to Warren. His hole now has precum from the three of us in it. I get so hard swallowing it, I know I need to insert my cock up him right now. I do. It makes him jump. For a moment, all finesse is gone. I’m just an animal rutting. Eventually I slow--or I’ll blow. And it looks like no one else is close.
We rotate again. Now we are all taking turns on Mark. Warren, in particular, is taking delight in reversing the fuckings he’s gotten from this muscle man. I work nipples--on Mark in the sling--on Warren, standing behind him as he fucks--on Harry who, when it’s not his turn, is spread eagled on the bed. Soon Harry pulls me around and buries his face in my ass. I sit down on his face--reveling in a rim job--something I don’t often get.
Finally, Mark is out of the sling. I get up off Harry’s face and lean over to kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue. Mark crawls up and sits on Harry’s cock. I work my way around to the sling and get Warren back into it. I slip easily into his overused hole. Suddenly there is a loud grunt from the bed. Harry is shooting up Mark. I pause the fucking and kneel down on the floor--my eyes level with where his cock is slowly exiting Mark’s overflowing hole. Mark knows me well. He get off slowly. Letting me lick Harry’s cock. He elevates his ass, so he’s on all fours to let me eat out the load. It’s thick and very white. I stand and insert my cock in the load. I sigh. Fucking heaven.
Warren comes over. I let him fuck in the load for a bit, too. I lick the froth off Warren’s cock. And it’s too much. I need to shoot. I roughly enter Warren and breed him for the very first time. I collapse on his back…
Some how I’m in a different place on the bed, being held tightly by Harry. Mark and Warren are working each other to shoot. My mind is a blur as to what they do. But I know they shoot on to stomachs and thighs and I let it stay there. “ I must be exhausted,” I mutter mostly to myself. “I just can’t clean you up….”
Piss Party Reunion
Chicago--March, 2012
The second Saturday of the month was the Chicago Piss Party. I made it in in easily--even taking some back roads to avoid the toll road. I got there an hour ahead of the party. I parked behind the bar, and, while hydrating constantly, read my book until just before starting time. The joke with the organizers is that I am always the second person to sign in. Today I was first. I guessed it would be a small crowd. I was right, but it was a very playful one…
I’m stripped to my yellow jock, wrist bands and combat boots. My cock is barely contained in the jock, making me look bigger than usual. It’s one of those unseasonably hot March days, so it’s actually warm in the bar. There are only about ten guys in attendance at this point--and no one is playing yet. I need to fix that. An older daddy with just a fringe of white hair is leaning on one of the tables, sipping his beer. I head in his direction. We talk--about the weather--his foreskin-my lack of one--foreskin restoration--which leads us to Al Parker. He tells me about the time he shared a shower with the legendary porn star, right after Al’s restoration surgery. And before you know it, I am down and sucking his small, super hard cock, luxuriating in working his foreskin with my tongue. I rise. I piss into his foreskin. He squirms with delight. I kneel and suck my piss out of it. This makes him piss. I get the entire first bottle of recycled beer. And when I stand back up I see that we’ve gained 20 more people and they are almost all having sex. I wave to Mark, my older piss pal from Michigan across the room.
It’s a day of drinking. I seem to constantly be sucking cock and drinking piss. And it seems to keep happening in groups of three or four. I will be getting piss from a guy, another man will shoot his stream on the cock that’s in my mouth. Another will join him. And some man hoses me down from the back---what a fucking waste!
I get out of the back corners for awhile and walk over to the inflatable pool. Two men are 69ing in the pool. I watch as they go from sucking cock to eating ass, to back again. The pool is ringed with men. We each piss on them as they play. Some guys aim their stream right at the asshole that’s being licked. Some just cover them. I aim mine at the cock sucker’s mouth. He stops to catch some of my hot piss, then goes back to the cock, as I play my endless stream on his face, his hair and back to his mouth.
I’ve not seem Mark since we waved to each other early on. I finally locate him in the back corner. I look closely. I can’t believe it. He’s fucking Warren.
When I first started going to the piss parties six years ago, Warren was the hottest man in attendance. He knew it, but played well with absolutely anyone who showed interest. Warren is just under my height, gym built, tattoos on each shoulder and truly versatile. He loves to plow hole as much as bend over for it. In the old days, we would play in all sorts of ways--either sharing hole or just drinking from each other. Occasionally I’d fuck him. But he would always end his evening at my feet. He loved to jerk off his final load with my cock in his mouth. I haven’t seen him in over three years. Except in some piss porn he’s made where he takes huge things up his glorious ass. And here he is, bent over taking my hot, 60 year old friend.
I go up to them. Both smile at me. I grin back. And piss on Warren’s ass. I piss long and hard, so that it flows down over Mark's cock as it enters him. Warren is jerking himself. Fast. He suddenly grunts. He’s shooting all over the floor. Mark slows his fucking, then pulls out. I sink to the floor and he sticks his cock in my mouth. I clean it--then dive into Warren’s ass. No load--but it tastes incredible.
He finally stands up. So do I. We kiss. Long and hard. He tells me he needs recovery time, but to find him later.
I continue to play. Drinking and giving. Pissing and swallowing.
As the party winds down, I find Warren at the bar. He is leaning over it, talking to the bartender. I walk up, piss on his ass crack, lick it up and work my cock up his battered hole. He grunts. He knows it’s me without looking. I am balls deep in him. I want to breed him. I don’t think I ever have. I’m fucking him hard enough now to make him stop talking. He turns his head back to me.
“Why don’t you bring that cock back to my house. I’ve asked a couple of guys over…”
I nod yes.
“Good,“ he continues. “You should breed me in my sling.”
I can’t fucking wait…
The second Saturday of the month was the Chicago Piss Party. I made it in in easily--even taking some back roads to avoid the toll road. I got there an hour ahead of the party. I parked behind the bar, and, while hydrating constantly, read my book until just before starting time. The joke with the organizers is that I am always the second person to sign in. Today I was first. I guessed it would be a small crowd. I was right, but it was a very playful one…
I’m stripped to my yellow jock, wrist bands and combat boots. My cock is barely contained in the jock, making me look bigger than usual. It’s one of those unseasonably hot March days, so it’s actually warm in the bar. There are only about ten guys in attendance at this point--and no one is playing yet. I need to fix that. An older daddy with just a fringe of white hair is leaning on one of the tables, sipping his beer. I head in his direction. We talk--about the weather--his foreskin-my lack of one--foreskin restoration--which leads us to Al Parker. He tells me about the time he shared a shower with the legendary porn star, right after Al’s restoration surgery. And before you know it, I am down and sucking his small, super hard cock, luxuriating in working his foreskin with my tongue. I rise. I piss into his foreskin. He squirms with delight. I kneel and suck my piss out of it. This makes him piss. I get the entire first bottle of recycled beer. And when I stand back up I see that we’ve gained 20 more people and they are almost all having sex. I wave to Mark, my older piss pal from Michigan across the room.
It’s a day of drinking. I seem to constantly be sucking cock and drinking piss. And it seems to keep happening in groups of three or four. I will be getting piss from a guy, another man will shoot his stream on the cock that’s in my mouth. Another will join him. And some man hoses me down from the back---what a fucking waste!
I get out of the back corners for awhile and walk over to the inflatable pool. Two men are 69ing in the pool. I watch as they go from sucking cock to eating ass, to back again. The pool is ringed with men. We each piss on them as they play. Some guys aim their stream right at the asshole that’s being licked. Some just cover them. I aim mine at the cock sucker’s mouth. He stops to catch some of my hot piss, then goes back to the cock, as I play my endless stream on his face, his hair and back to his mouth.
I’ve not seem Mark since we waved to each other early on. I finally locate him in the back corner. I look closely. I can’t believe it. He’s fucking Warren.
When I first started going to the piss parties six years ago, Warren was the hottest man in attendance. He knew it, but played well with absolutely anyone who showed interest. Warren is just under my height, gym built, tattoos on each shoulder and truly versatile. He loves to plow hole as much as bend over for it. In the old days, we would play in all sorts of ways--either sharing hole or just drinking from each other. Occasionally I’d fuck him. But he would always end his evening at my feet. He loved to jerk off his final load with my cock in his mouth. I haven’t seen him in over three years. Except in some piss porn he’s made where he takes huge things up his glorious ass. And here he is, bent over taking my hot, 60 year old friend.
I go up to them. Both smile at me. I grin back. And piss on Warren’s ass. I piss long and hard, so that it flows down over Mark's cock as it enters him. Warren is jerking himself. Fast. He suddenly grunts. He’s shooting all over the floor. Mark slows his fucking, then pulls out. I sink to the floor and he sticks his cock in my mouth. I clean it--then dive into Warren’s ass. No load--but it tastes incredible.
He finally stands up. So do I. We kiss. Long and hard. He tells me he needs recovery time, but to find him later.
I continue to play. Drinking and giving. Pissing and swallowing.
As the party winds down, I find Warren at the bar. He is leaning over it, talking to the bartender. I walk up, piss on his ass crack, lick it up and work my cock up his battered hole. He grunts. He knows it’s me without looking. I am balls deep in him. I want to breed him. I don’t think I ever have. I’m fucking him hard enough now to make him stop talking. He turns his head back to me.
“Why don’t you bring that cock back to my house. I’ve asked a couple of guys over…”
I nod yes.
“Good,“ he continues. “You should breed me in my sling.”
I can’t fucking wait…
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