Six Man Felch

Kalamazoo—October, 2013

 

I was back at Willie’s house on a Saturday afternoon late in the month.  He had hosted the breeding of the Farm Boy in September.  Once again I found parking right across the street from his house, now fully decorated for Halloween.  Willie let me in.  I stripped off in a far corner of the living room, watching the guys (all in their mid to late 40’s) start to play.  There were six of us this time.

Willie, wearing a white cloth jock and sweat socks, left me to go back to sucking a dirty blond guy who carried a little extra weight.  He had a hefty cock that Willie deep throated with no problem.  The bottom of the day was sprawled on the ottoman in front of the sofa.  He was the youngest of the bunch and someone I’d talked with online for years, but had never met.  He wore a blue jock, a leather bulldog harness and boots.  He got up on all fours and began sucking the hottest man in the room.  The hot guy was no stranger to the gym—his hairy chest was defined and his arms bulged.  His cock wasn’t huge, but, I was to learn, it was always hard and ready.  The last guy—dark complexion, dark hair, and with a moderately hairy chest— seemed rather shy as he sat on the couch and jerked, watching the action unfold around him.

I was down to a clean jock, and put my boots back on.  Willie had told me the bottom liked leather.  I opted to leave my chaps in the bag and just add the harness.  I wasn’t going to still be dressing as the first cock went up that hot ass on the ottoman…

 

I start right where I knew I would—kneeling behind the Bottom who is still giving head to the Hot Guy.  His ass is spread wide in that position.  My tongue can push right into his hole.  The Bottom groans.  So do I.  His hole is just made for fucking.

“You like that hole?”  It’s the Hot Guy.  “I fucked him so hard last night.  I shot up him twice.”

This makes me groan again.  I can’t wait to taste load in there.  I stand.  I let my cock lie on the top of his now wet ass crack.

“That’s a big one, fucker.  Fuck him with that thing.”

That’s all the encouragement I need.  I push into him.  I make the Bottom gasp so loud, he forgets to suck.  He just concentrates on making my dick feel welcome.  I give him a second, and then begin a slow pull back.  The Bottom slurps the Hot Guy’s cock back into his mouth.  I ramp up to a fast fucking tempo.  I am fucking his head into that cock in front of him.  The Hot Guy pulls out of his mouth and comes around to me.  I disengage and step to the side.  Hot Guy lets the shiny head of his cock rest on the already puffy hole.  I spit on his cock.  Hot Guy grins and pushes in.

The Dirty Blond has moved into the Bottom’s mouth.  Willie is sucking the Shy Guy on the couch.  I move around and play with the Dirty Blond’s nipples.  He jerks my wet dick.

The Dirty Blond fucks him next.  Then it’s me again, followed by the Hot Guy, the Dirty Blond and finally the Shy Guy.  Willie is busy sucking the cock of whoever is not doing the Bottom.  I clean each cock as it’s pulled out of the Bottom’s ass.

***

We all take a breather and sprawl on the couch, the ottoman or the floor.

The Hot Guy leans over the Bottom.  “Is it all right?” he asks softly.

“Yeah, you need to feel those dicks.”

“I’d promised him that he could take all the loads,” Hot Guy tells us, “but I really want to get fucked today.”

Dirty Blond and I look at each other.  We have no problem with that at all.

Hot guy starts with Dirty Blond. “Since he’s not quite as big as you,” he tells me.  He bends over the end of the couch.  Dirty Blond takes his time and opens him up.  At the same time I get the Bottom on his back on the ottoman and fuck away.  That leaves Willie giving head to the shy one.  Dirty Blond pulls out with a joking “Next!”  I am ready to go, but surprisingly, the Shy Guy is there and up Hot Guy before I can stop fucking.  The Dirty Blond comes over and takes his place up the bottom.

The Shy Guy doesn’t spend very long up the Hot Guy.  I taste what the two cocks have left up the Hot Guy’s hole.  He groans and tells me to eat him out.  I lick and spit.  When I finally start working my cock into him, I have to stop—he’s still so damn tight.  I press forward.  He suddenly flowers open and I glide on home.  His ass feels totally different.  He’s muscular and tight.   I have to grab my balls and twist.  I think I might cum.  I recover and fuck him until he asks me to stop.

Hot Guy thanks me and stretches.  He is ready to fuck.  Shy Guy pulls out of the Bottom.  Hot Guy goes right up the well fucked hole.  “Yes!” he crows and shoots up the Bottom.  I clean his cock, then felch a little of the load he’s shot.  Shy Guy wants to go back in.  He pushes in and is really pounding the boy. 

“Fuck in all that cum,” I tell him.  This causes the Shy Guy to shoot load two up the Bottom.  He pulls out.  He can’t bear the idea of my licking his cock.  He dresses and leaves while I felch some of his load.

When I come up for air, I see Hot Guy riding Dirty Blond’s cock as they sit on the couch.  I push my cock into the sloppy hole.  It feels incredible with the two loads.  My big cock head pulls some out with each stroke.

Dirty Blond is breathing fast.  “I’m going to shoot.” 

“Do it,” grunts the Bottom.  “Give him a load.”

With permission given, Dirty Blond howls out his orgasm. Hot Guy grinds down onto him. 

I ramp up the fucking.  I watch the Hot Guy slowly pull off the spent cock.  One long strand of semen keeps them connected for a moment.  That sends me over the edge.  I spew every drop of seed I can up the Bottom’s grasping hole.   I close my eyes and bend over him, holding on to him with all my might.

I don’t know how long I stay there like that.  I don’t move until I feel a hand on my ass.  It’s Hot Guy.  “I need to drop another load.”  I move up and away from the Bottom.  Hot Guy sticks his dick into all that cum and shoots the moment he feels it slime his cock.  “Fuck!”

Willie explodes—jerking off on the Bottom’s face.

I kiss the Hot Guy.  He grabs my shoulders and pushes me down.  “Felch it, man.  Eat all those loads.”

I don’t need any encouragement…

Willie and I in the photo shoot "On the Tracks"



Three Asses in the Dark

Lansing—October, 2013

 I fucked several men other than Brad at his farewell party which we held at the lounge/bookstore/backroom.  One of them found me online after that night.  He wanted to come to the playroom, but it was a very long distance for him to travel.  I suggested we meet back at the lounge and use the sling there.  Once he realized he might get even more cock, Edgar was fine with that idea.

I advertised on BBRT that we’d be there on Saturday night.  When I walked in around 10pm, there was not nearly as big of a crowd as the previous month—but enough guys were milling around, that it looked like it might be fun.  I was there a good hour before Edgar. I waited for him like a good pig—meaning that I waited not at all…

 

I walk through the video area, pass through the darkest play area and go to the cubicles where most of the guys seem to be congregating.  The black light makes for odd shadows and odder skin tones.  I peer into the first cubicle.  A footballer-type is getting blown by an older man.  The second cubicle is empty.  The third holds a man I know—a health care worker who rarely gets to play due to his awful hours at the hospital.  He’s my age, ex-navy and has a dick which is maybe slightly shorter than mine.  While I have may him in length, his girth (especially where it swells right in the middle) puts me to shame.  I have to take poppers to swallow him properly.  I smile at him, sink to my knees and take a hit.  He lets me take him all the way down.  In no time he is face fucking me.  I get his load in just a few minutes of concentrated sucking.

I stay hunkered down in the shadows.  A friend of his, who I know by sight, unzips.  He sticks his slightly above average cock into the remnants of cum still in my mouth.  The health care worker, still there, twists his friend’s nipples through his dress shirt.   I work his cock fast and hard.  Again, I’m rewarded rather quickly.

A young college age blond watches and opens his fly.  His cock is thick and bent—but bent downward for easy sucking.  He trades blow jobs with me, then asks politely if he can give me his load as he has to leave.  I let him know that is just fine with me.

(In my notes, I wrote I got a fourth load before Edgar arrived.  But there are no details of who he was or what he looked like.  I just know that when Edgar arrived—I was super horned and ready to fuck.)

Edgar and I hug.  He’s a full head shorter than I.  He’s eager to get fucking.  He strips down, tossing his clothes in a chair.  Thin and wiry, he hops up into the sling.  He rests his legs on the chains.  I kneel and begin to lick his rounded ass.  He opens up easily with the pressure of my tongue.  I tongue fuck him as he beats his cock.  I am stroking, too.  I spit one last time onto his hole, stand up and enter him.  He clamps down, stroking my cock with his talented hole.  His ass is hot, wet and hungry. 

The sound of my fucking brings a few guys over to watch.  Two of them seem to be a couple.  They hold onto each other, but soon their hands are all over the other.  I am plowing at top speed, my balls slapping onto Edgar’s ass cheeks.  He asks for a break.  I pull out and help him down.  The onlookers disperse.  The Bottom from the couple goes into the bathroom behind us.  I follow him.

“Don’t waste that,” I tell him as he starts to piss.  I kneel and he’s able to stop the flow and get his dick in my mouth.

“I don’t know if I can do this…”  But no worries, he suddenly explodes in my mouth—the liquid streaming down my throat.  His piss is sweet—lots of soda tonight.  “Oh, fuck, that’s hot.  Drink my piss, you hot fucker.”  I look up at this dark blond man.  He’s maybe 35, maybe 40.  He’s in great shape, his ass filling out his jeans.  Just before his stream dwindles down, the Boyfriend comes in.  He raises his eyebrows at seeing his partner pissing in my mouth.

I am stroking like mad.  Drinking piss always gives me a raging hard on.  The Boyfriend looks at my cock and at his partner, and then back to my face.  “You gotta fuck my boy.”

The piss stops.  I nod my head in total agreement. 

“We’ll be in the dark area.  On that wooden block.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I piss,” I tell them.

I piss and head there, looking for Edgar.  He must be busy.  I hear fucking as I enter the darkness.  I really can’t see them at first.  Eventually, as my eyes become accustomed to the lack of light, I see a hot Hispanic plowing the Bottom bent over the cube.  The Boyfriend finds me and whispers in my ear.  He proves to be very verbal.  “You need to fuck him for me.  You can take your turn after that guy is done.  Fuck him hard.  I want to see that cock go into him.  Just don’t cum in him.  You need to cum on his ass.”  He goes on and on.

The Hispanic, his shirt open showing off his ripped chest, pulls out.  I want to lick him clean—but I don’t think he’s ever had anyone do that.  He turns away from me.  I eat the fucked ass, before I rise and fuck.  I fuck him until it looks like the Hispanic can’t wait to get back in him.  I yield to him.  He flips the bottom onto his back.  The Boyfriend holds the Bottom’s legs. 

Edgar arrives and watches us fuck.  He takes out his cock and strokes.  I go over to him.  He smiles and tells me he wants to see me up this guy.  I go back to the block.  This time the Boyfriend is there to tell the Hispanic to let me suck his cock right out of his partner’s hole.  As soon as the Hispanic wraps his head around the idea, he lets me do it every time we change up.  Edgar eggs me on.   I fuck the Bottom on his back.

We change up again.  And again.

“Let’s get back to the sling,” I tell Edgar.  I hope the Hispanic will sample his ass, too.

We fuck.  The crowd has thinned dramatically.  There are still a couple of guys watching us, but no one is top enough to join us. 

When Edgar asks for another break, I go back to the dark area.  The Hispanic is still up the same ass.  His stamina is every bit as good as mine.  He grins when he sees me and makes an elaborate show of offering me his cock fresh from the Bottom’s hole.  I savor all those juices off his cock and then tongue fuck the Bottom.

“Use your cock, man” the Boyfriend tells me.  I stand up and fuck.  I notice off to my left the Hispanic is up some other ass.  The man is braced against the wall taking that big uncut cock.

The Hispanic taps my shoulder.  “Take him.”  He indicates his current bottom.

We switch asses.  I slide up the new man.  “I know that dick,” he murmurs.  He turns, looking at me over his shoulder.  It’s Dan, a bottom I hadn’t seen in almost year after PNP became part of his play.  He’s sober tonight.  And using his ass to milk anyone who will stick a dick up him.  A big boned Black man is stroking and wants Dan.  I let him take over.

Edgar is watching again.  His cock is out.  He comes over to me.  “I need to get out of here.  You want my ass one more time?”

I nod.  We go back to the sling.  He strips back down and climbs in.  He is so ready.  He jerks as I slide into him.  I pump in a steady rhythm.  He matches me.  His cock suddenly spits out cum.  His ass clenches with each spurt.  I spew my load into him.  I empty into him all the cum that four hours of edging has built up. 

We both leave tired—but very happy.

Three Ball Bearings

Near Home—October, 2013

Kurt, the man who can take not just my cock, but my arm up to the elbow, wanted to do something different.  He sent me a text asking if we could meet at the bookstore that is fairly near my home.  I said I’d be happy to meet there—though reminded him it was not a place where we could do any hand balling. He shot back an answer saying that was fine.  He just wanted to be fucked in public and maybe get some other guys involved.

We set up a time.  We met at lunch hour—hoping to find some men needing quick release before going back to work.

 

I am sitting in the gay theatre, having purchased the combo ticket to get me into the straight theatre, too.  I know Kurt is here—I saw his car in the lot—but he’s not in either theatre.  I am guessing he’s in the arcade, which is often busier but there is no room to play in the tiny booths.  In there, any contact has to all be through the glory holes.  I am not in the mood for that.  I take a seat along the wall and idly watch the porn.  It’s not inspiring.  My cock is half hard, at best.  The only other occupant of the room is an older man behind me on the couch.  I can see him if I turn my head slightly to the left.  He is kneading his cock through his pants.

Eventually Kurt walks in.  He comes right up to me.  He’s on his knees, his tall frame folded under himself, to serve me.  He is coaxing me to full hardness before I can say hello.  With one hand on my balls, he opens his jeans with his other, keeping me in his mouth the entire time.  I stroke his shaved head—occasionally holding him in place to bury my dick deeper into him.

The action brings the older man up to watch.  He stands behind my shoulder and takes out his rather petite cock to stroke.

Kurt stands up when the floor gets too hard.  I suck his cock for a moment.  But that’s not what we are about—it’s all about getting my spit slicked cock up his ass.  He moves away and pulls off his shoes, then his jeans.  He has a red jock framing his butt.  He puts the shoes back on and bends into one of the chairs across the room.  I go over.  I spit on his pucker.  I push right in.  There is no resistance.  I am all the way home in one stroke.  I can’t tell if I’m the first one up his ass today or not.  I think I am.  I don’t really care.  It just feels good to fuck.  Kurt remembers to tighten down for the first three minutes, but then he becomes looser with each stroke.  The price of those big toys he loves—and not doing Kegels to tighten himself back down.  I am soon feeling very little.

Kurt, knowing it, pulls off me and stands up.  He has a fanny pack around his waist.  He digs into it and hands me three metal ball bearings.  Each is the size of a billiard ball. He kneels on the seat of the chair.  I lube the first ball up and pop it into him.  The second goes in and you can hear the click as they meet.  I line up the third.  This one I push in with my dick.  Damn.  He’s back to being tight.  The balls have sunk lower into his gut, so my cock travels across them as I fuck.  It’s hot skin on the top and sides and cool metal underneath.  The fuck just went from good to great.  I love the contrasting sensations.

The older man can’t believe what he’s watching.  He moves behind me and reaches down to feel my moving cock.  He settles for caressing my balls on the out stroke.  Another man walks in.  I’ve seen him around but we’ve never played.  He’s maybe 40, short and has dark hair that always looks like he’s just come in from wild weather.  He comes right over, whips out a nice sized dick and sticks it in Kurt’s mouth.  We fuck into Kurt in unison, who is grunting like a good pig. 

The older man shoots, just missing my boots.  The new guy stops himself from cumming by twisting his ball sack.  He takes out a fast food napkin, mops up his dick and takes off.  I slow and pull out.  I make Kurt clean me off—no napkin for me.  We agree to go see who else is around.

***

Thirty minutes later, we meet up again in the straight theatre.  He tells me he’s found nothing of interest.  I don’t want to tell him I have two loads in my gut.  We are currently the only guys on this side.  I’d gotten the other two occupants off—and they’ve left.  He strips down again and kneels on this much more comfortable couch.  He’s able to rest his head in his hands on the back of it.  I lick his ass.  I am pretty sure someone else has been up it, but I don’t ask.  I fuck him.  Kurt is making a lot of noise—considering we are just a cinder block wall away from the front desk.

The door buzzes.  We freeze.

In walks the guy who joined us earlier.  He opens his fly and begins jerking.  We begin fucking again.  I offer him Kurt’s ass.

“I just want his mouth.”

I turn Kurt so he can take the man’s dick down his throat.  I fuck him harder—which shoves Kurt down on his cock.  The guy is grunting and muttering under his breath.  I think Kurt is finally going to get a load down his throat. 

“Shit!”  The guy is there.  He rips his cock out of Kurt’s mouth and spills his seed on the floor.  He won’t let Kurt touch his cock again.  He leaves.

“I need to get to work,” Kurt tells me.

I was hoping to get off, but thank him and go over to the gay side.

Thirty minutes later, I’ve gotten two more loads down my throat.

I check in on the straight side.  There’s Kurt, still here, sucking a beautiful young man.

Oh, really?

H’mm….

I take off for the day.  I have no need to stop for lunch…

David Does the Piss Party

Chicago—October, 2013

It was a busy weekend.  Friday night had been the house party I wrote about on my last two posts.  Saturday morning I woke up with a raging hard on.  My cock knew where I was headed.  I was bound for Chicago and the monthly piss party. 

I picked up Ryan at his home by mid-afternoon.  We compared notes about the men we’d fucked and bred the night before.  As we drove, we sipped Gatorade, and I heard about a couple of his favorite tricks who he had not yet written up for ‘Spreading My Legs.’  I told him about Juan stopping by for his breeding, promising Ryan he’d love the pictures.

We arrived with just enough time to spare to find free street parking—no easy job in Chicago.  We went in, undressed and the wetness began…

 I am refilling my empty Gatorade bottle at one of the two big coolers which sit on either end of the bar.  I am at the one closest to the video screen—and the back corner.  I see a younger guy with a hot, hairy chest, and a neatly trimmed beard sitting on the lone bar stool in the corner.  The cub gets up as I approach.  He has a nice mound in the white jock that clings to his slightly swollen cock.  We say hello and he falls to his knees.  I let him suck me for a bit.  I’m not getting as hard as I should.  I need to piss.  I pull out and let him have some in his open mouth.  He groans.  I let my stream play on his hairy chest.  He leans back on his heels, reveling in the warm liquid clinging to all that hair.  His hands come up and he massages some into his chest.  I aim a little lower.  The large cock, sticking out of the mounded pouch, gets drenched.  I let it play over his jock.  For the next four hours, it will no longer be white.

I finish up.  He swallows my cock, getting the last of my stream in his mouth.  I am now rock hard. My boy of the moment falls into cock sucking mode.  He swabs my broad cock head with his rough tongue.  It feels great.  He has two thirds of me deep in his throat.  I hold the back of his head and fuck my cock into him.  He takes me to the root.  I hold.  And then let him pull off.

He grins up at me.  “Damn that’s good.”

I pull him up.  I work his hard seven incher the rest of the way out of his wet jock.  I kneel and just get my mouth around him before he begins to piss.  It’s not a lot, but it whets my appetite for more.  I swallow it down, loving the feeling of his cock spewing into my mouth.

“Would you fuck me?” he asks as I stand back up.

I don’t answer.  I just turn him around, so he can lean on the bar stool.  I kneel behind him.  His ass is as furry as his chest, and rather flat.  I pull his cheeks apart and spend long minutes eating his hole.  A one point, I stand and am able to give one short blast of piss right onto it.  I lick it off, stroking and lubing my cock. 

I enter him.  He takes me easily into his talented ass.  He squeezes down as I hold still.  Then he orders me to fuck him hard.  I do.  A regular comes by and starts to piss on the cubs back.  The liquid sluices down his spine and covers my cock on each back stroke.  I fuck some of the piss into the cub.  Another man joins the first pisser and we get even more piss.  It’s splashing over us, guttering into his ass crack.

“Fuck,” I mutter. 

Moments like this is exactly why I come here.

I fuck the cub until I’m on the edge.  Then stop.  I taste his piss covered hole.  We kiss.  We separate and find new partners.

***

An hour into the event, I sit on the bench, hidden by a screen from the bar.  I don’t know how many guys have sucked my dick.  I have sucked a little and drunk less.  This party seems to be a good mix of regulars and new people.  Maybe 60 people are sucking and pissing.  Next to me, a younger guy I have not seen before, who has a cute round butt, is bent over sucking the cock of one of the regular tops.  The top reaches across the young man and spreads the sucker’s ass cheeks open with his thick hands.  I fall to my knees on the wet floor and begin eating the proffered hole.   His ass is sweet, with just the merest hint of soap.  From behind me an arc of piss hits the ass crack where my face is buried.  I have to slurp it down or drown.  Whoever is pissing has a huge bladder full—it goes on and on.  The boy is moaning, the top is telling the pisser to feed me and I can barely keep up with the massive flow.  I poke some of the piss into the boy with my tongue, but mostly drink it down after it’s flowed over his ass crack.  Suddenly, the boy between us spasms—he is shooting all over the floor.  All the attention is too much for him.  He thanks us and goes to sit at the bar.

Across the room I see David.  My cock literally jumps.  I had met David back at MAL in DC a couple of years ago.  He lives there, but still has family in Chicago, so he often comes here for the Jewish holidays.  Today he is wearing his Neoprene singlet.  His thick, cut cock is jutting out of the hole in front, his bubble butt from the hole in the rear.  He is one of the most handsome men I’ve ever fucked—with sharp, strong features, dark curly hair and a short beard.  I think back to the time I whored him out atSteamworks.  He was a total magnet for cock and cum.  I had rarely felched more out of a man.  He is working that magic now.  He holds onto the bar and lets a Daddy fuck him.  David’s head is turned towards me—he knows I’m watching.  He smirks at me—then his look changes to one of pure lust as the cock behind him picks up speed.  Guys get in the way so I can’t see anymore, but I sit and wait for him.  Soon he arrives.  He greets me with a kiss and says “You’d better eat my ass before I lose it all.”  I hunker down as he turns it towards me.  It’s gleaming with fresh cum.  I lick him clean, stand up and turn him towards me to kiss.  I snowball the load into his mouth.  David kisses me hungrily.  “Fuck me.”  He pulls away and holds onto the screen, arching his back and thrusting that perfect ass towards me.  I enter—and fuck him hard.  When I stop, he cleans my cock, not wanting to miss any remnants of the other man’s load that are now on my cock.  He goes off to get another beer.  I know I will be back up that ass before long.

I find Ryan and tell him David is here and the he needs to fuck him.

***

Another hour of wetness has gone by.  David and I are talking behind the screen.  Ryan arrives behind David and reaches out, touching David’s wet hole.  David arches back, not caring who is admiring his ass.  Ryan pushes in.  I bend David to suck me.  Ryan is fucking him hard, impaling David on my cock with each thrust.  Ryan gets that look on his face I’ve come to know—he has to stop or he’ll cum.  He stops just in time.  I turn David to clean his cock.  After he has licked the juice off of him, David stands up.

“Oh, yeah,” I venture.  “You two should know each other.  This is my friend Ryan.  Ryan—David.  Ryan and I talked about you on the way into town, hoping you might be here.”  We continue talking as if the fuck had never interrupted us.

***
Another hour has gone by.  I am fucking David again.  With the remnants of the crowd watching me do it.  Most have shot and gone.  Ryan arrives.

“Take my buddy.”

David turns his back to Ryan.  Ryan kneels and eats David’s hole.  It’s seen a lot of cock since Ryan last saw him.  I can only imagine how good it must taste.  Ryan must think so, too.  He rises up and fucks David incredibly hard.  I hold on to David, his arms around my neck.  I can feel the battering he’s taking.  Ryan slows and saves his load.  He ambles away.  I turn David so he can support himself on the bench.  I enter his used hole.  I fuck right where Ryan was moments ago.

David tells me how good it feels.   “Now piss me.”

I slow and hold in place.  Then I make tiny thrusts.  My piss spurts out going deep into David.  I thrust a little more, still spewing the hot liquid.  I am fucking it deep into his gut.  He is moaning, taking the biggest, hottest load of his night.  When I have no more piss to offer, I fuck a little more, but I know I won’t be able to shoot a cum load.  David pulls off me, cleans my cock and gives me an incredibly sensuous kiss. He tells me he will likely see me next month and goes to find his clothes.

I drink a little more, but know I won’t likely get off after all the hours of play.  I don’t want any other ass after that last piss fuck with David.

Ryan finds me and we pack up and head home.  Soon we are at his house, arms and legs wrapped around each other in his bed.  It feels good to have someone I care about in my arms once again. We are asleep in no time at all.

David's ass---lifted from his profile.

House Party--Part Two

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House Party--no condoms needed

South Bend—October, 2013

I had been to his house a couple of times over the years for sex parties.  (The most memorable one is posted here.)  The host is a gentleman who retired early.  He hosts parties every six weeks or so until he goes south for the winter.  He allows guys to play all over his split level home.  There are two bedrooms he has available upstairs.  The Master bedroom is the only door which is kept locked.  There is a couch in the living room that is covered with a sheet and sits in front of a television playing porn.  A day bed is pulled open in what would normally be his dining area.  Downstairs in his furnished basement is a bar.  Another double bed sits near it where you can see a partition set up.  There are two large ovals in it for glory hole action.  Past the bar there is another large couch area where porn is projected on the wall.  In the darkest corner, past those couches, is another makeshift mattress on the floor and some work out equipment.  Condoms and lube are located near every fuck area.

Ryan wrote this party up on his blog “Spreading My Legs.”  I got there first.  The party was already starting to come to life as I arrived.

I drive right past his driveway the first time.  I come back at it.  There is a large, hand painted sign with his house number on it from this direction.  It’s perhaps 40 minutes after the start time on the invite.  The lawn is already littered with cars.  A sign posted on the door says to walk in and strip.  I go in and find a corner of the living room.  I strip down to a clean jock and my boots, stowing my clothes in my bag.  I dig out my poppers and put them in my right sock.  The lube goes into the waistband of my jock.  Three Magnums go into my left sock for it’s not an exclusively bareback party.  I never touch those foil wrapped packages all night.  I grab my water bottle and go exploring.  Nothing much is happening.  A couple of daddies are watching the porn in the living room.  Quite a few young men are smoking on a screened in porch off the kitchen.  I go downstairs.  The glory holes are both busy.  A biker looking guy is telling his invisible cock sucker that it’s the best head of his life.  I push past the crowd at the bar.  I greet the host and wind around the path to the projected porn.  More action here.  Some stroking.  Some cock sucking.  I guess there are about 50 guys throughout the house—a number that swells and ebbs throughout the evening.  The average age is 40.  There are a many above and many below that number.  All types, all sizes.  The host’s network of men is vast as he’s been doing this for a long time.

I hear noise in the back, darkest area.  On the makeshift bed is a slightly chunky Latino man.  Maybe 35.  He’s getting fucked by a 50 year old daddy.  Noisily.  He’s drawing a crowd—on purpose.  We watch the action.  Soon guys go from playing with themselves to playing with the cock next to them.  Some guys kneel and start giving head.  I am fortunate to have an older man who is excellent go down on my dick.  He savors my cock as if it’s a rare treat.  And my balls, without my asking.  He’s the perfect party warm-up.

The fuck finishes without either guy getting off.  They head to the bar.  A stunning young blond arrives.  He’s late 20’s, a great gym body and a nice sized cock.  Everyone wants him.  I watch as a series of guys suck him.  Ryan arrives. 

We all watch or suck.  I take a turn on my cock sucker’s cock—a heavily pierced beer can.

Tad arrives.  He’s shorter than the blond but just as stunning.  He has a nicely worked out body, with a closely cropped dark beard on his handsome face.  Tad moves right in to the blonde.  He sucks him.  He loves showing off.  Tad finds the lube and rubs some into his hole for all of us to see.  Tad backs up on the cock that was just in his mouth.  Ryan is jerking like crazy.  I bend him forward and start rimming him as he watches his f-bud get fucked.  Eventually the guys move the fucking to the bed.  They put on a good show.  Tad is telling him to breed his ass.  The blond fucks him vigorously.  He doesn’t shoot.  It’s early in the evening.  As  those two leave, the entire crowd disperses.

I sit down on the used mattress.  I stroke my wet cock and wait.

The chunky Latino is back.  “Should I call you Sir or Daddy?” he asks.

“Either.”

“Well, Sir, a daddy like you should not be stroking his own dick.”

“Oh?”

“You need a boy to do that.”  He sits down on the mattress next to me.

“Then get on it, boy.”  He crawls over to my side. 

He wraps his hand around it.  “Oh, it’s bigger than I thought.  Will you fuck me, Daddy?”

“Get your mouth on it.”  I guide the back of his head down on my knob.  He’s sucking me from the side.  He can’t go deep from that angle.  I move around so he can get on the floor in front of me.  He doesn’t have to be asked or directed.  He moves to right where he belongs.  He grunts and sucks.   Deep and full.  Occasionally pulling off my cock to tell me how much he likes it.

“Sit on it.”

“You’re too big, Daddy.” 

“I saw that other guy’s dick.  You can take mine.”

He lubes me up.  Not even a mention of latex.  He stands and lowers his generous ass to my cock head.  The moment he lines it up properly, he sits.  I slide all the way in on the first stroke.

“YES!”  He’s loud again.  Guys stream in from other parts of the house.  The Latino is bouncing on my cock, keeping up a verbal commentary on my fuck skills.

“Stand up.”  He gets off me.  “Now bend over.”  He gets on all fours on the mattress.  We are on the side, so we are in profile to the crowd watching.  I slap my cock on his upturned butt.  I might as well show the onlookers just how big it is.  I know it pays to advertise.  I slide it home again.  In one long stroke.

“Shit, yes.  Give me that cock.  And cum.  Are you going to breed me, Daddy?”

I slap his ass.  “Work for it.”

Immediately his ass starts squeezing down on my cock.  A man moves behind me from out of the crowd.  He reaches around from behind to feel the girth of my cock—and, I guess, to see if I’m fucking raw.  The Latino natters on.  I slow down.  I pull out.  I’m pleased that the guy who is behind me turns me around and cleans my cock.  I didn’t expect that with this group.

I help the Latino up.  I whisper in his ear that I’ll find him later if he really wants my cum.

I check out the other rooms, idly watching the sex happening all around me.

When I get back to the darkest area, I see Tad getting fucked by a new comer.  He is young, with a slightly stockier build and thick dick—he looks familiar.  Tad is obviously enjoying it.  Ryan comes over to me and tells me the new guy is JD, the one he wants me to fuck.  I realize I recognize him from the pictures on Ryan’s blog.

The guys on the makeshift bed flip.  JD gets on all fours.  Tad’s big dick slides right up him.  Tad pounds JD just as hard as he was being pounded moments ago. Ryan sticks his dick in JD’s mouth.  When Tad pulls out, Ryan’s wet cock is in his ass next.  I stick mine into JD’s mouth.

“Good and wet,” I tell him.

Ryan motions me over.  I kneel and slowly insert.  I am the third guy up him in his first 15 minutes of the party.   I can tell why Ryan can’t get enough of his ass.  He’s great—hot and wet, tight and muscled.  JD tells me he loves my cock.  The crush of guys watching makes the bed slightly claustrophobic.  I slow and pull out.

“Come here.”  There is some sort of exercise machine next to us.  I bend him over it.  I kneel.  I taste his hole.  I think about the three cocks that were just in him.  My cock drools at the thought.  JD is a great self-luber, so I get a mix of him and some precum we’ve left behind all over my tongue.  This makes my cock more than ready to plow again.

I stand up and enter.  The new position makes JD feel me deeper in his guts.  He grunts.  I fuck with no mercy.  I slam into him.  My balls slap against him.  Ryan watches and holds JD’s shoulders in place.  I fuck in long strokes.  Almost all the way out.  Grinding my pubes into him.

“Please.  I need a break,” JD tells me.

I pull out and hug him, telling him how hot he is and that I’d love to have another crack at his hole.  As it works out, I don’t see him again the rest of the night….

Continued in my next post…

Foreskin Sighting

Closer to Detroit—October, 2013

I’m on my way to pick up my Dad and take him to his pace-maker checkup.  My travel cup of hot tea has worked its way through me very fast.  I am not going to make it to my Dad’s to piss.  There’s a rest area ahead.  It’s a newer one on the Interstate.  It replaced an earlier rest area where my brother had had a huge amount of college sex in the 1970’s.  If this new one has any action, I have never run across any.

 I pull in.  I park next to a compact car.  A very attractive cinnamon skinned man is sitting in it.  He makes immediate eye contact.  I smile, but I can’t linger.  I really need to piss.  I am out of my car and push through the swinging glass doors.  This is the exact opposite of the rural rest area where I often hang out.  There are two men’s rooms, one on the side where the cars park and one on the side where the truckers park.  Between them is a baby changing room which is always locked.   There are two women’s restrooms as well, with the custodian’s office between those.  His door is always open, and he makes a point of being aware of who is coming into the place.

I walk right by the first men’s room and go into the one on the truckers’ side.  It is empty.  There are five urinals—two pairs that are on walls that make the men stand back to back and one on the wall between them.  I choose one that puts my back to the door.  I unbutton and haul my cock out.  The piss cascades into one of those new waterless urinals.  Before the stream even starts to slow, there is movement behind me.  Someone else has entered.  I glance to my right.  I can see the other set of urinals in the mirror over the sinks.  It’s the man from the car.

I wait a moment.  My piss has lessened, but you can still hear some spiraling down the drain.  I look over my shoulder.  His upper body is turned towards me.  He is obviously stroking—the tail of his blue blazer is moving in rhythm with his hand.  He smirks at me.  The moment my piss stops, my cock hardens.  And I go over to the urinal next to him.

He is stroking a beautiful uncut cock.  It is sticking out of his neatly pressed tan pants.  His white shirt is open at the throat; his tie has been left in the car.  He grins at me.  He bends over and looks hard at my dick. He comes up with a slight whistle under his breath. I look at the fine black hair covering his hand—the hand that is continually skinning his foreskin over the head of his cock.

“Do you fuck?” he whispers.

I nod.

He murmurs “Nice.”  His cock is drooling.  My cock is spitting pre-cum all over my fingers.  I bring them up to my mouth.

The man sighs.  I think he’s about to get on his knees…

The attendant noisily clanks through the door, pushing a mop bucket on wheels.  We recover in time, pushing our junk deep into the urinals.  The attendant looks at us.  He says nothing, but goes right to one of the stalls.  We hear him wring out the mop.  It hits the floor with a splat.  The attendant is obliviously there to stay for a while.

I do up my pants.  I look at my hot Middle Eastern partner.  I nod towards the lobby, hoping he’ll follow me out to into there.  I wait, feigning interest in the candy machine.  He comes out and immediately goes into the other men’s room.  I follow him in.  He’s already stroking openly at the nearest urinal.

“We can’t stay here,” I whisper.  “He’s seen us.”

He strokes, showing me the purple head of his cock.  I’m uncomfortably stuffed into my jeans.  I think for a moment about going for it. 

“Got a place?”  he asks. 

I’m 70 miles from home.  I shake my head.

He shrugs.

Then I hear the mop bucket, squeaking.  If the attendant finds us both in here, we are indeed screwed.  I head out to my car, making it out into the lobby before the attendant emerges from the restroom and heads for the other.  I sit for a moment behind the wheel, but the man never comes out.

I sigh and head on to pick-up my Dad.