Double Decker

Northern Indiana—October, 2012

Ryan and Bill are the two few limit pigs that have helped me top a piss pig in the past—though not at the same time.  Ryan really wanted to bottom this time.  So we all met at his house.  He has a lot of pics of that encounter on his blog, “Spreading My Legs.”  Enough, for three full posts.  I have some for this post too, that were on my camera.  I can’t write about all the moments of hot sex we had that afternoon, but here are a few---as well as my favorite that he made no mention of in his post—straight out of “A Matter of Size…”

We are in his lower level.  It’s not a basement at all—it’s fully finished, as a bedroom and study.  I have brought the sling and rimseat.  We set them up next to the bed.  Ryan is on his knees sucking me, then Bill.  Then it’s my turn for two cocks in my mouth at once.  Bill does the same.  We can’t wait—Bill is on a tight schedule.  We get Ryan into the sling.  I lick at his tight pucker for a moment, and let Bill open him up.  I think of them as tops, but they both love to have their holes worked.  Watching Bill’s extra thick cock plow into him, I wince.  And piss.  I cover Ryan’s balls and cock.  Then I aim at Bill’s cock.  He is now fucking my clear piss into Ryan’s ass.  Bill calls me a “hot fucker” and starts banging Ryan’s dripping ass all that much harder.

Soon it’s my turn to fuck Ryan.  I taste his hole again.  It’s now awash with piss and precum.  I dig some out with my tongue.  I rise up and share it all with Ryan, letting my spit roll off my tongue and into his eager mouth.  I stand up and force my cock into his hole.  Damn, he’s still tight.  Bill sits on the bed, stroking, never taking his eyes off my cock entering his friend.  I fuck.  His hole is hot.  And he’s milking my cock on every stroke.  Bill stands and puts his drooling cock into Ryan’s mouth. 

I fuck until I’m winded.

“I want that dick in me, too.”  It’s Bill.  I was pretty sure I’d have two asses this afternoon.

“Oh, yeah,” I tell him.  “Get on the bed—on all fours.  You, too,” I tell Ryan.  He obediently gets on all fours next to his buddy.  “No,” I tell him.  Get on top of Bill.”  Soon I have their asses spread in front of me forming a hot hairy tower of male flesh.  I kneel.  I tongue Bill’s as yet unopened hole.  I work lots of saliva up it.  Then I stretch upward, and there is Ryan’s wet hole waiting for my tongue.

I rim Ryan.  Then back to Bill, taking some of the precum we’ve both fucked into Ryan, to lube up Bill’s ass as well.  I stroke and lube my cock as I eat.  I can’t get enough as I go back and forth between the guys.  They seem to love the novelty of it, too.  Soon, I rise and enter Bill.  He grunts.  It’s been a couple of years since I’ve been up his hole.  It takes a moment or three for him to relax.  Soon, I am plowing steadily, to the hilt.  I love watching my dick disappear in him.

Abruptly, I pull it out and stick it directly into Ryan’s twitching ass.  He is totally caught by surprise.  Just as he’s moaning in time with my strokes, I switch it again and sink deeply into Bill. 

Then Ryan.  Then Bill—fucking longer this time. 

Then just a couple of strokes into Ryan’s waiting hole. 

They can both feel the motion of me fucking, but they never know whose hole it’s going in. 

They love it.

When we finally stop—Ryan cleans my cock—he wants to taste every drop of man juice.

Next up is Bill in the sling.  I fuck him hard.  He takes me much more easily this way.  This inspires Ryan to fuck him, too. 

Bill has to leave….happy, but without dropping a load.

Ryan and I go back and forth between rimseat and sling.  He eats my ass for a long time, first in the sling and then with him under the rim seat (a first for him).  And I do the same for him.

When it’s finally time to breed him, we’re back on the bed.  I fuck, take a hit of Jungle Juice and let fly into his guts.  I cum for what seems like forever.  This is the first time he’s taken my load. 

We snap a pic of it to mark the occasion…

There are lots of great pictures of this event on his blog—check it out…

Happy Halloween

 

Since I don't have any pictures of me fisting a pumpkin,

 or putting a new spin on bobbing for apples...

 

This is an out take from the first leather photo shoot I did with a f-bud/friend. 

 

He works professionally within the the porn industry, taking stills for a very well known company.

 

It amuses him to shoot me when he's in Michigan.

 

The payment for this shoot was simply for me to drink his load of piss...

 

He seems to have liked it...

 

Happy Halloween!

 



Alone with Cum Hound--and a world-wide audience

Lansing—October, 2012

I have known the Cum Hound for a long time, yet we have never met for a one on one.  He loves to get fucked.  He loves cum.  He loves taking loads for me to felch.  We meet up every few months.  We usually meet at a truly sleazy motel in the Detroit area, and I would be one of a number of guys there to fuck him.  We  meet in different cities, at times, to get different dick up his hole.  Even when he came all the way out to my playroom, I recruited the one lone top in my tiny town to give him a load for us to play in.  We had talked about the fact that it was time to meet on our own—but then I arranged a mystery top to come in and fuck him once he was blindfolded. 

This time I had no tricks up my sleeve.  We’d fuck alone.  He wanted some pushing of his limits of pain.  I’d set up the sling and rimseat in a cheaper motel in Lansing.  Our added spice was that we decided to broadcast it on TIM’s Fuck Roulette.

 

“Get on the floor.”  I point to under the rimseat. Cum Hound eagerly gets under the open seat.  He loves to rim me.  I sit.  The camera on his laptop picks me up perfectly framed.  His tongue connects with my ass.  I watch my cock go from semi-hard to fully erect.  I let it bounce, as I remove the poppers in the waistband of my jock.  I take a deep hit.  He grunts as he works deeper.  An image of a young man stroking appears on the ‘who’s watching’ screen.  He sees a toilet seat, and quickly clicks away from us.  I’m luxuriating in just sitting and being serviced as I stroke.  We pause at least once for him to take a hit.  Then I sit again for his more frenzied rimming of my now wet hole.  I look over at the screen.  A handsome Black man is watching us.  He eventually clicks away—and I get up.

“It’s sling time.”  I get him over to it—after we re-position the laptop on the bed to catch the business end of the sling.  It’s positioned so I can see my cock slap on his ass.  I dip and rim him, but his tongue has gotten me more than ready to fuck. 

I shove in.  He grunts a “Yes” and I am in to the hilt.  My balls slap his ass.  “Fuck me, Sir.”  I pull almost all the way out. And slam in again. I fuck faster.  There is an older leatherish-looking man watching us now---his cock looks huge, it’s so close to his camera.  He is pulling his foreskin over the head of his cock and slowly working it back down--making a show of it for us.  I pause, taste the Cum Hound’s ass and then push my cock right back in.  I hear the man on the screen grunt—when I look over, he’s gone.

I work the Cum Hound’s nuts.  Much in the same way as I detailed in Pain Pig.   He howls, every bit as loud.

I bring out some toys.  The first one in his ass has a large egg as the head, then a slender shaft.  The Cum Hound gasps as the egg pushes him wide open.  He clamps down on the ribbed shaft.  I work it in slowly.  I pull the end of the shaft up.  Then down.  Then from side to side.  CH is moaning.  He is loving this.  I push the base down again and add my cock alongside it.  It fits perfectly.  My cock pushes up to the base of the egg.  “Argh!”  He is stretched wide.   “Fuck me with that thing.”  I pull back, then fuck forward, running the underside of my cock over the ribs.  It feels terrific.  For both of us.  I keep it up for a long time.

We have a new man jacking as he watches us.  He’s young and hung.  And likes what he sees.  I look over—pull my cock out roughly and then work the toy out of his ass.  I show it to the camera.  I put it right back in.  I slip my cock into his hole.  And a finger along the side.  CH grunts.

When I get bored, I pull myself out, along with the toy and go for the speculum.  I don’t think he’s ever had it in him.  The stainless steel device slips in easily after all the stretching.  Then I begin the slow crank open.  The medical istrument opens laterally, covering the sides of his ass leaving the top and bottom of his canal for me to fondle.  He groans as my finger thumps against his prostrate.  He’s purring as I run my index finger down the whole length of his gaping hole.  I stand up.  I’ve cranked it open wide enough to just work my thick cock head in.  It feels terrific as the cool metal is on either side of my shaft, and his hot flesh is above and below. 

“Oh, Sir.  That’s amazing.”

I think so, too.  I’m up him for long time.  The young man online loves this—he is leaning towards his computer screen.  I pull out.  My cock feels the largest it’s been all day.  I slap it hard on his balls.  CH squeals in surprise.  I plunge back in.  “FUUUUCK,” he crows.

When I finally stop, I pull out and make him clean my cock.  ATM is expected and relished with the Cum Hound.

I blindfold him.

“I have a surprise for you.”

He shivers in anticipation.  I grab it out of my bag, and lay it on his stomach.  He hears the clink and feels the weight.  “Fuck,” he murmurs.  It’s a chain.  About 18 inches long.  One I’ve had for a while-- one that the few rough edges have been filed away..

I Crisco his hole.  And the first few links.  It goes in easily.  “It’s so heavy,” he breathes.  I keep adding links.  He takes them— all but the last two—I hold onto those. I tap his stomach.  You can hear the chain clink in his gut.

“Ready?”  Without waiting for an answer, I pull slowly.  Each link pops out of his well-used hole.  A shipyard version of balls on a string.  He’s breathing rapidly as each link pops out.  Finally, the final four links fall out of his ass—the weight of the chain pulling them out fast.  I lay the extended chain on his chest and abdomen so he can feel how much he took.

“Once more.  Please, Sir.”  I smile though he can’t see it.

They go in faster this time.  And come out faster too.

A few pictures—then:  “It’s breeding time, boy.”

“Yes, SIR.”

I’m in and pumping hard.  “Take it.”

“Give me your cum,” he mutters, half to me and half to himself.  “Shoot it.”

I convulse.

I shoot long and hard up his hole. 

As I straighten up, my white jizz drips from his hole.  I notice there is white cream all over the video watcher’s cock, too…

 



 

 



On the Tracks--the new photo shoot, Part 5

 

When last seen, I was getting blown in the van.  The photographer wanted a change of clothes.

 

 

My dirty yellow jock got him excited.

 

 

"Get me hard.  I can still piss...."

 

 

"You want it?"

 

 

"Here it comes...."

 

 

"There you go...."

 

 

"Swallow it all, pig...."

 

to be continued....



Pain Pig

My Playroom—October, 2012

I had a flurry of activity in early October.  This was good, since I had eleven days in the middle of the month, when the playroom had to be converted back to a guest bedroom.  First up was Martin.  When I first saw his pictures, all I could focus on was his hairy chest.  He was delightfully furry—I couldn’t wait to wet it down and wring it out with my tongue.  Martin is my age or perhaps a few years younger, bearish, and much more into BDSM than I am.  He is a real pain pig.   He brought a ton of toys many of which stayed in his bag, but he had smaller dildos than the few I possess for my fisting boys.  He had an electro set—something that I have no interest in; a violent wand—which I was willing to use but we never got to it; and sounds—which I am intrigued by, but want a tutorial in how to use them, before I incorporate them into play.  He also wanted condoms—so out came the Magnums.

He was intrigued by watersports and said that he certainly wanted to get fucked, but it wasn’t as important to him as being made helpless in the sling and abused….

So I started with forced fellatio, with him in nothing but a red jock and a black t-shirt.  He gagged easily.  Soon he was bent into the sling, holding on to it, his chest on the leather, with his furry ass in the air.  The piss came out of my cock in a torrent.  It covered his crack and dripped onto the mat below.  I licked him clean, slipped on a condom and began opening his ass—using my cock to prod at his pucker.  I finally entered his tight hole—but I could tell my cock hated the latex.

Soon he was flipped and in the sling properly.  I ripped open his t-shirt.  I clipped his leather bound wrists to the chains above his head.  I added a hood that only had a mouth opening.  I chewed on his nipples.  I attached a set of tit forceps to his full, pointy nipples.  He groaned.  Now we were headed into his territory.  I tied his cock up to the remains of his shirt.

 

Then I used clothes pins on his balls.  Martin began squirming in delight…

 

I let the clothes pins stay in place.  My piss arcs out again.  I cover his hairy chest, and then concentrate on his balls.  The excess runs down his ass crack.  “Yes, Sir.  That’s so hot.”

I tongue some of it off his balls.  My piss is sweet.  I suit up and enter him roughly.  It’s the last thing he was expecting.  My fucking is making the pins rock back and forth, pulling on his flesh.  With my cock still in place, I begin removing the clothes pins on his balls.  That’s when the real pain happens—as the blood rushes back to the abused flesh.  Each pinned area is rubbed with my fingers to help the pain.  He gasps with each removal and his ass contracts on my cock.  His balls are fiery red.  I pull out of his ass and throw the condom onto the floor.  I grab a leather paddle and a plain hardware store paint stirrer.  With my left hand I choke his ball sack right at the base of his cock.  His balls plump.  I twist my left hand tighter until his sack is shiny.  I flick the leather paddle across them.  Lightly.  He still jumps, as he can’t see a thing.  I flick again.  Then harder.  I take the paddling down to almost a caress with the leather.  Then I whack them as hard as I can. 

He screams.  This is what he wants.

I give him another.  Then let go and stroke and caress them back to normal.  I pick up the paint stick.  I snap it against his balls.  He howls.  I gather up the sack again.  Once shiny, I whack them repeatedly.  His breath is ragged.  I slow.  Then stop.  I rub them again.

“Oh, Sir….”  He’s right where he wants to be.

I remove his tit forceps and a set of clothes pins I’ve added up there.  I rub.  He thinks I’m done.  Instead, I scoop up his balls again, tighten them down to shiny orbs and punch them. 

Hard.

He screams.  One word.  “YES!”

I hit them again—though with less force.  Then a softer one yet.  Then I pound the shit out of his balls—four hard whacks that leave him gasping for breath. 

I spit on them.

 

And start all over again…

Eventually, I used the speculum.   I cranked him open and ran my fingers over his prostate. 

That got him off.  I have to say, I never did shoot myself, but I still enjoyed dishing it out.

 

 

That night, I got what looked like a gift from the Gods:  A big city young man, staying with his parents in the boonies, who needed to be loaded.  He arrived.  Cuter than his pics.  He cleaned out and got on the bed.  It was heaven to slip into a young ass with my bare cock after the latex of the afternoon.  Then it went bad.
 

He tried a clean out again.  And got in the sling.  I slipped in…and it was worse.
 

He tried once more--then we called it a day.  Neither of us getting what we needed…



"Fame?"

Yesterday I got an email. 

I was sent the the picture above. 

There was all of one line of text.

"Isn't that you, man, in Jayson's hot ass?"

I wrote back the briefest of replies:  "Yes."



Turning the Tables

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