Nine Man Orgy—No, Make That Eight.

Grand Rapids—March, 2017

I try not to write similar content back to back.  That usually works, for that’s how I live my life, too.  If I have just sucked cock at the bookstore, I’m ready to breed ass the next time I want sex.  If I’ve been doing lots of one on ones, than I go looking for three or more.  Fisting a lot?  Well, then it’s time for some piss play.  Or I just make a date with Derrick and Jacob where I can have the whole smorgasbord. 

But that’s not how it worked out in March.  My very next hook up after the seven man orgy was more of the same. I went back up north, and met with the same group, but this time it was a nine man orgy.

The sling is up.  The leather covered bed is in place in the middle of the room.  We’ve stripped out of as many clothes as we feel like.  (Most leave on a jock or a piece of designer underwear.)  As a matter of fact the only man totally naked is the guy on his knees.  We circle around him.  He’s new to us all, it seems.  “I want cock,” he mumbles, pulling the Cub’s cock out of a blue jock.  “I want cock in both my holes.”  He begins to suck the Cub. 

Other cocks come out, including my own.  We jerk them to hardness as we watch.  The sucker is fairly good looking, slim, and a dirty blond.  He is also likely 10 + years younger than most of us.  And he’s new meat.  We all want to use him.  We watch as the Sucker’s hands go to the guy’s dicks on either side of the Cub.  He jerks them to full hardness as he makes sloppy sex noises in his mouth.

The Cub gently pulls the Sucker off his dick and pushes him to the dick on his left.  It’s the Trucker, who’s now face fucking the Sucker.  Then the host.  Then me.  He makes it all around the circle.  Eight dicks have been in his mouth in the first eight minutes.  When he is about to complete the circle, by sucking the Cub, I make the move.  I pull him up and tell him to get on the bed.  “All fours.  Ass by the edge.”  I kneel and am the first to taste his ass. The Cub kneels next to me.  I pull back from poking the Sucker’s wet ass with my tongue and go into a kiss with the Cub.  When we come up for air, I let him take a turn rimming the new hole.  The Sucker’s mouth is full, as it should be.  It’s full with the top who loves me to sit on my face.  I watch him pull out and make way for another.

“You gonna fuck him?” the Cub asks.

“You first.  Open him up for me.”

The Cub stands.  He grabs some to the coconut flavored lube that the host makes and smears it on his dick.  He jabs into the Sucker’s ass.

The Sucker grunts around the new dick in his mouth.  He pulls off it for a second.  “Fuck me.  Drop a load in my ass.”  The Cub plows him.  Hard.  He pulls out.  I bend and take the Cub’s dick in my mouth.  I grunt my enjoyment, and push into the vacant hole.

“ARGH!”

“You knew it was a big dick.  Now take it.”

“Yes, Sir.  The next thing he tries to say is lost as yet another cock goes into his mouth.

I fuck him.  Fast and deep.

The Cub cleans my dick.  I move out of the way for the Trucker.

The host is next.

Then the top who loves my rimming.

Every man in the room is versatile enough to fuck him.  There is always a second man in his mouth and another waiting, stroking, to go in one hole or the other.

He is living every bottom’s fantasy.

After about 20 minutes of fevered sex—other men want to be fucked.  The bed becomes alive with couples sucking and fucking—often flipping for that partner, or moving to the next man. 

The Sucker looks confused.

I pull him up and get him into the sling.  “Stirrups?” 

He shakes his head and keeps them on the chains.

I spend a long time eating his ass.  He has the precum of 8 men in there.  It’s a heady mixture.  I slurp it out noisily.

“Nobody shot their load in me,” he moans, as he grinds his ass against my face.

“It’s early.  These guys take their time.”

“I came here to get loaded.”

I stand up and slap his ass.  “Then be the best ass here and you will be.”

I push my cock in.

I fuck him.  He refuses to look at me.  He can’t keep his eyes off the men on the bed, where they are all so intertwined it’s hard to tell who’s doing what to who.

I fuck him harder, trying to get him to focus on me for minute.

“I need a break.”

I let him up.  He goes to the bed—to insert himself in the dog pile. 

I go refill my water bottle downstairs.  And take a piss.

I hear feet on the steps.  I come out—it’s the sucker getting dressed.

“Leaving already?”

He just nods his head.

“I thought you wanted to be loaded…”

He grunts as he ties his sneaker.

“That’s not going to happen with this group for another couple of hours.”

He moves to the door.  He turns and says “I came here for tops.  Not a bunch of bottoms.”

And he’s gone.

It’s my turn to shake my head.  Now, I’m glad he’s gone.  I have no time for selfish, cum dump bottoms—especially when sharing is something at which this group seems to excel.   

I go back up stairs.

I eat ass.

I fuck.

I play with every man one way or another.

And I’m thrilled that the cum doesn’t start to shoot for another two hours.

Seven Man Orgy

Grand Rapids—March, 2017

I have written only one post about a group who meet fairly near to me—a group of men who want a bareback sex party without drugs.  (That entry about their January gathering, Ten Men in a Small Room, is here.)  I missed their February meet as I was in St. Louis on business.  The email invite for the March fuck fest came at the top of the month…and it had a date earlier in the month than usual.  A few days later, we got a second message with the corrected information—the usual third Saturday.  But some guys had already made plans for the first time and couldn’t make the revised date.  So our host graciously decided that there would be two groups that month.

And I went to both.

I’ve set up the sling in a slightly different way—so that both the top and the bottom can turn to look at the bed and see all the action happening on it.  I have gotten there early—to set it up before the others arrive.  I go down and change into a clean (ish) jock and boots, with my wrist band snapped on tight.  I am just finishing as the men arrive in a clump.  I like the fact that one of the few rules is that men must arrive in the first half hour—so the host can play.

We head upstairs.  There are 6 of us.  All of us were here in January.  My favorite cub from Lansing is already on the bed.  The hot trucker type is eating his hole.  The tatted, all-oral guy is sucking the older top.  I bend our elfin host over and stick my tongue up his ass.  I watch the action proceed.  There are 2 tops (including me) 3 vers men and the all oral guy.  A good mix, for the versatile men are not just versatile in their profile—they love to fuck as much as take it. We are on three sides of the bed  in our different  pairings.  We change partners as we include the man next to us, or allow the man on the other side of us into the hole we were just eating.

We stay all oral for maybe 20 minutes.  I suck every cock there—and eat every ass but the hot one on the tatted, all-oral guy.  I stand up from eating out our host.  I spit on his hole one last time and start the fucking.  Others follow suit.  I pull out to lick again…and we need to go clean up.

(Actually every man I enter that night has not cleaned deep enough for my length.  After each coupling, we clean up—they each go for another rinse and are good for the rest of the evening.)

 As I’m at the sink the fourth and final time, a new man arrives.  He’s late and very apologetic.  He is short with iron grey hair cut short and tight.  Very tan, it makes his white jock look that much brighter.  He’s new to everyone.  “I love to top,” he tells the men entwined on the bed, “but I love to have my ass eaten.”

And so I do.  I eat his ass on all fours on the bed.  He’s tight.  But I get his hole to relax.

I let him get up only so he can fuck the Cub.

I eat the newbie’s ass in the sling.  The tatted, oral guy sucks his sizable dick at the same time.  He finally needs to stretch his legs—which leads him back to the bed and to fucking the butch Trucker.

I let the latecomer sit on my face and grind his almost hairless butt onto my tongue.  We stop only when his weight is too much on my face.  Why didn’t I bring the rimseat!!??

I fuck the Cub.  Often.

And he brings me his hole after every man pulls out of it.  I love how loose and sloppy it becomes over the course of the evening.  I stick my tongue as deeply into him as I possibly can.

*****

I get a drink of water and come back upstairs.  The Cub and the Trucker are in a 69 with the Trucker on top.  This puts his ass right at the edge of the bed.  I eat out his wet, muscular ass.  And I go back into him.  The Cub leaves the cock of the Trucker and pulls himself so his head is right under my moving cock.  He licks the length of it on every back stroke.  I have to really will myself not to blow my load.  I manage it.  Just.  I pull all the way out and fuck the Cub’s mouth for a couple of strokes.  Then pump back into the Trucker’s butt.  And repeat.  The Cub makes noises of pure animal lust every time I have him clean my cock.

*****

I get to felch the other top’s load out of the Cub.  I share it with him in a snowball.  This leads me to fucking the Cub on his back until I blow my load deep into his gut.  And he blows his own load all over the hair of his chest.  I lick him clean.  And kiss him again.

*****

I’ve cleaned up and go upstairs to pack the sling.  The all Oral Guy with the hot tats is on the bed stroking.  The Trucker is pinching his tits.  The Cub is giving him his soft cock to suck.  OG is beating his sizable meat like crazy.  I see where I can help.  I can finally taste his hole.  I kneel and get my face between his butt cheeks.  The Trucker grabs the OG’s legs to help me get into him deeper.  He is hairier than I expect.  I love it. 

I eat.  Lick.  Stab him with my tongue.

He strokes and moans.

He blows.  Loud and long.  

And I come up and engulf his spurting cock. 

CLAW: Massaging Away the Weekend (and other thoughts)

My Playroom—May, 2017

I drove home from CLAW more easily than I thought I might.  I dropped Marco where he had left his car and hit the toll-way home.  I was quite prepared to sleep in a rest area, but the miles flew by and I was home in very good time.

I parked in my drive and, with it raining extremely hard, I grabbed just my overnight bag and left everything else in the car. I went in and I was almost instantly asleep, lying on top of my bedspread, for a very long nap.  I awoke with a painful hard on from dreaming of my cock buried in Dustin, the sub from Friday.

That was all the sex I thought I wanted.  On Monday I did check into the hook up sites to tell guys I was back home. On the most vanilla site, I answered a query about my weekend with a man who wrote me from time to time.  I told him a little about CLAW—and how it had been so good, I was not going to use my cock for several days.  We wrote back that he’d really like to massage all my tired muscles and relax me.  Now, this caught my interest…

Doing the Sunday Naked Yoga class after next to no sleep, and then loading the car, had really left me tired and sore.  Leather men never travel light.  He told me he would really like to erase the tension of the weekend.  We agreed on an evening time and that there would be no sex.  He told me he loved to give massage and that was all he wanted.

He showed up right on time.  He proved to be a trim, late fifties gentleman, with a salt and pepper beard.  He was short and compact.  I stripped naked in the play room and lay on the single bed there.  At first he just removed his shirt, but was soon down to just his shorts.  He kept saying he was not trained in massage, but he was great.  He almost put me to sleep as he kneaded and rubbed the coconut oil over my tired muscles.  Back, butt, feet—he got them all.  I had just enough energy to roll over.  I don’t think he was counting on doing my front, but there I was waiting for him.

Of course he got my dick plumped as he tried to massage around it.  Eventually he jacked me to full hardness.  He took me into his mouth.  I idly fondled his pucker through the fabric of his underwear.  Soon they came off and he was astride my chest to get a better angle on my cock and my tongue now massaged his hole. 

But we went no farther.  I don’t think I could have shot.  Neither of us really wanted to undo all his handiwork.  He thanked me and left.  I showered.  And slept.  And felt fabulous the next morning.

*****

One of the things I haven’t mentioned was that Boy Fillmore, the Dick Wadd porn star, had written me on BBRT before the weekend.  He had questions about CLAW, having never been there.  We chatted a little online and I promised to say hello at the Dick Wadd Vendor table.  Was I secretly hoping he’d get in my sling?  Of course.  While that didn’t happen, we had a fun chat in person when I toured the Vendor Mart.  He is taller than I thought—and every bit as hairy (and piggy) as I hoped…

*****

Derrick sent me pictures.

This is the moment Scott is working his fist into Jacob.  I wish you could see the expression on Jacob’s face as he is taken over the moon…

*****

I needed my days off from writing.  But I will now go back and pick up where I left off with my remaining March and April exploits.  I will interrupt things again in just 2 weeks time.  That is when Marco and I head to IML and I will go back to on the spot coverage.

CLAW: The Jizz Filled Finale

Cleveland—April, 2017

Night.  We had a great dinner.  I couldn’t get enough of my beef and noodle soup with Thai basil.  Perhaps more to the point for this blog, Derrick suggested I join the three of them in going to a welcome party for the Chicago fetish club to which they all belong. It was not a play party per se, but he assured me there would be opportunities there to do just that.  I went home and napped for 30 minutes and changed into my leathers.  I put the flight suit on for the walk through the lobby and took the elevator up to their room.  They were still in the process of getting ready.  I ditched my flight suit and left it in my bag—(I was already guessing I would be going back to the Nasty Kink Pigs second night revels—but I was willing to give this other party a chance.)  Soon enough we were out the door and up eight more flights.  We found the room.  It was loud with the door closed.  The door opened, just as we were about to knock.

We go into a cocktail party.  Some rubber, some leather, some pups, some guys in street clothes.  I meet various men they know.  I clutch my water.  I’m pretty good in small groups, but I hate this kind of scene.  It’s a three room suite.  We are in the middle living room and there is a bed and bath on either side.  There is a bar here in the living room, but I’m not drinking.  There is a sling (empty) in the corner.  One bedroom has the bed available (and no one on it).  The other bedroom has another sling (also empty.)

“I know just what Jacob needs,” the host tells Derrick.  He disappears and comes back with a beautiful black leather straight jacket.  He spends the next five minutes getting Jacob lovingly into it.  Derrick adds a blindfold.  The host just leaves him in the middle of the room.   Derrick hovers close by.  I’m listening to a man describe how he likes to be dominated in the most involved scenarios I’ve heard in a long time.  I look over this guy’s shoulder and watch the helpless Jacob.  Scott (the hairy cub from the afternoon) is there.  He goes over and kisses Jacob.  Soon he gets Jacob’s dick out from the leather jock and out from under the straight jacket strap.  He plays with Jacob’s cock.  Sucks it for a moment.  I go over.  I worm a finger around the leather strapping and into Jacob’s ass.

People watch.  And continue talking.  Loudly.

We get Jacob down on his knees.  He sucks a man (who Derrick whispers to me he knows) but with the blindfold, and a very average dick in his mouth, he has no clue to who it is.  A second man gets some head, too.

We haul Jacob up to his feet.  The only other boy doing anything, comes to suck Jacob.  This takes him by surprise.  Eventually the boy crawls over to me.  Derrick bundles Jacob away into the sling bedroom and I let the boy suck my cock.

“Get it wet,” I tell him, “I think it’s about to go up his straight-jacketed ass.”

We go off to see.  Yup, Jacob is totally helpless in the sling.  He is being spanked by the burly man who helped Derrick get him, fully trussed, into the sling.  When the spanking stops, I kneel and tongue his hot pink cheeks.

And fuck him.

I get gasps from two men sitting on the bed—as if we aren’t supposed to do “that” here.  Or maybe it’s because I didn’t encase my cock in a Ziploc bag.   

I eat him again.

And fuck some more.

Derrick is making out with a young man.  He whispers in his ear and points to Jacob.

The young man fucks him.  Suited up.

I fuck a hot Italian.  And learn he didn’t clean for my size dick.

I wash and come back to Scott watching Jacob get fucked by the same young man.  I pull Scott over, sitting on the edge of the bed, and he rides my dick as we watch Jacob take this young guy. 

Scott finally gets up and goes over and whispers in Jacob’s ear.  I try to find Derrick.  I frankly want to suck his dick—which I barely got to do this afternoon—but I can’t get near him.

I am advanced on, instead, by the scenario book writer.  I listen.  And listen.  It becomes easy to snap back on my leather cod piece as my dick goes from rock hard to super soft.

I break away and find Derrick trying to get a drink.  I thank him and tell him I am moving along.  He nods.

I go to their room, grab my bag and flee to the Nasty Kink Pigs party--where men actually want to have sex.

*****

The set up is the same, though the sling is at a different angle.  I’m there later in the night—so the party is in full swing.  It’s so crowded that you can’t get into the bedroom.  It seems to be totally different crowd.

I fuck the same wide variety of ass: older, younger, Black, Brown and White.  Often to the audience of a thick dicked Black man’s constant stroking.

I find a dick to suck.  The guy is in great shape, but likely 5 to 10 years older than me.  His hair is iron grey and cropped short.  He is in a leather vest and leather jock with a red stripe down the middle.  At first we share a Latino ass.  Back and forth.  But once I say:  “Let me taste his ass on your cock” it’s all about the two of us. 

He loves my mouth.  He lets me tongue his piss slit.  I lick his balls—individually and together.  And suck them.  He loves that I can’t get enough of his “dick snot” as he calls his precum.  The young piece of ass we were sharing has gone to find more cock.  We’re left alone in our own little world in the corner by the television.

I suck him until I think he might blow a load.  But he pulls back, edging himself.  I stay on my knees and look up at him.  He calls me a good boy.  Which feels really good.  He bends down and kisses me.  Our tongues are good together. 

When we separate, we are breathless.

“Would you let me lick your ass?”

“Lick it?  Yeah.  But you can’t fuck it.”  My daddy bends over the couch arm.  I eat his butt hole.  He groans and strokes his dick.

He is so into it, I think I could have gotten him off.  But we are interrupted by two very drunk boys who sit on the couch and talk about music.

We sigh, smirk at each other and go our separate ways.  I don’t see him again in my time there.

*****

I want to go home.  I need the right ass to fill.  I find it.  A 30-something Black guy is standing by the bed.  His harness shows off a hot chest.  His designer jock is bulging.  He sees my hard dick. 

“Let me suck you.”  He has me propped up against the wall as there is no headboard.  He goes to town on me, on all fours between my splayed legs.  He gets me good and wet.  He pulls off me.  “I want to ride that.”  He does.  He feels terrific, but I need to pump to get off.  I’m about to tell him so when he says “I love it doggy, too.”

He gets off me and gets on all fours.  I start to move around to get to his ass.  The thick dicked Black stroker steps in.  He puts just the head of his dick up my man’s hole.  He shoots.  You can see the dick pulse, the veins throb.  My bottom grunts his appreciation.  The stroker pulls out, smiles at me and leaves.

“He got it all ready for you.”

I fall to my knees and begin to eat out the fresh jizz.  Warm. And so much, I coat my beard.

I can feel my own rising.  I stick it into the other man’s cum.

I fuck.

I fire.

I pump some more. 

Churning the cum in his ass.

I make the bottom lick the frothy cum off my dick.

And I go home stated.

CLAW: "Get in Here and Take Your Clothes Off"

Cleveland—April, 2017

Saturday morning and afternoon.  I woke earlier than I really wanted to wake.  But I was ravenous after all the sex the night before.  Marco (who had even less sleep) and I ate together.  We rested a little after—then I got my towel and attended the naked yoga class.  It was really good—for me and for the eyes.  The instructors were great (and hot as fuck).  A good morning.

I wrote the piece about Dustin.  I grabbed a sandwich and thought I would start the piece about the Master and his slave.  Marco arrived with a conquest.  I was invited to play, but I really wanted to give my cock some time off after three sessions—one of them very long—the day before.  I bowed out and decided I’d do the Vendor Mart again to give them some privacy.  I sent a text to Derrick and Jacob, wondering if they wanted to meet for coffee.  I got three numerals back—their room number.  I went up to the eighth floor of the host hotel, skipping all the Vendors.

Derrick opens the door.  Stark naked and erect.  “Get in here and take your clothes off.”

I walk in.  The room holds four naked men. Derrick and Jacob.  The roommate I met last year, Chris, and a man I don’t know.  The unknown cub is on top of Jacob.  Obviously Jacob’s dripping dick has just flopped out of the Cub’s ass.  Chris waves at me as Derrick starts to unbutton my jeans. Chris, my age, with a very white goatee, goes to the unknown man and sticks his dick in him.  They fuck as I undress.

“All three of us just unloaded in Scott,” Derrick tells us.  “You’ll have some good fucking in that.”

Moments ago I was worried I wouldn’t get hard.  The mere mention of three loads in a stranger’s ass makes my dick stand right up.  Scott is a hairier version of Jacob and likely about the same age.  His beard is the fullest in the room.  Chris pulls out of Scott and offers me the ass.  He proceeds to fuck Jacob as I kneel and stick my tongue into the new, and full, butt. 

“We’ve saved you the biggest for last,” Derrick tells him.

Scott groans in anticipation.  I give his ass one last lick and enter his creamy hole.  It’s my turn to groan.  He feels great.  I begin to fuck.

****

The next two hours are the hardest kind of sex to write up.  There was no linear progression.  There were four versatile, hairy men and me.  We fucked in every possible way.  I never got into Chris, though I saw him bottom for Derrick.  But cocks were constantly going from one hole to a mouth or the hole on the other bed.  And everyone wanted to kiss!

So a few things that stand out:

Jacob and Scott have just been fucking in missionary.  Scott is on top.  I watch his ass moving.  I can’t resist.  I plunge into him.  He holds still and lets my thrust into him be the thrust of him into Jacob, too.  I fuck him hard.  He pulls out of Jacob.  I pull out of Scott and stick it in Jacob’s ass. He yelps and hangs onto the man on top of him, groaning into his ear—telling him how full his ass feels.  I fuck him a few strokes.  I go back to Scott.   Back and forth as their mouths are plastered on each other.

****

Scott sitting on my face.  The cum has long been pulled from his hole by my cock and devoured.  He grinds his incredibly hairy hole down onto my tongue and takes a hit of poppers.  He babbles about how deep my tongue is until someone sticks their cock in his mouth.  I jerk in my own wet heaven.

****

I kneel in front of Chris and suck his cock.  He takes charge and fucks my face.

****

Jacob and Scott fuck again while I fuck Derrick on all fours with Chris lying on the other bed watching.  Suddenly I realize that Scott is working his mammoth paw up Jacob.  Derrick gets the camera and I go hold onto Jacob and whisper obscenities in his ear. He slowly takes it, with a lot more Elbow Grease.

****

Scott goes back to his understanding boyfriend. 

I am told a story.  Jacob had bid on half a dozen very large Square Peg toys.  They were being auctioned cheaper than usual as they had some sort of flaw in them.  And he won them.  “So last night,” Derrick tells me, “we got home from a sex party and Jacob had been very well fucked.   We held him down and made him take every one of the toys.  Well, except that small one” and he points to the smallest toy in the suitcase which is still thicker than anything in my collection.  “Choose one and make him take it.”

I select a two tiered butt plug.  It takes a lot of grease, but he takes the first half.    Then he easily takes my fist.  Twice.

****

We were now more hungry than horny. 

The four of us go off for Vietnamese soup.

CLAW: Nasty Kink Pigs Throw a Party

Cleveland—April, 2017

Friday Late Night:  I needed to get off.  The men I hoped to find online were either off or busy. I had made a conscious choice not to buy tickets to the Asylum parties.  They had gotten very expensive—and now seemed to be more about the porn star performances than great group sex gatherings.  I also didn’t really want to get my car out of the damned valet parking and go off site. 

And then I remembered.  The hookup site Nasty Kink Pigs was throwing a sex party at the host hotel.  It’s a site I don’t use, but I had been to a party of theirs one year at IML and I’d had fun.  Even better, it was a nominal admission and a block away.  I felt it my duty as an Investigative Blogger to let my readers know what it would be like…

I have dressed in my leathers and put the flight suit over them so I can get through the lobby of the host hotel.  I go up to the 16^th floor.  It’s 20 minutes after the start time.  I know I’m early, but I like watching guys arrive and picking my prey.  It sounds noisy as I wait outside the door.  A group of five young men, none in leather, are desperately searching their pockets for enough to get through the door.  Finally they step aside.  I pay.  I’m banded with an orange wrist band.  I walk through the door. 

It’s dim but not dark.  It’s the living room of a suite.  Couches form an L shape in one corner, looking at a huge television playing Nasty Kink Pig porn.  To my left at the door is a sling.  A young man is in it and getting his ass rimmed.  The floor has been covered with a non slippery plastic to preserve the carpet.  On the television wall, but up by the sling, is a makeshift table set up to be a bar.  

Between the couches and the hall door, there is wall to ditch whatever clothes you don’t want to wear.  I have brought my usual gym bag to stow the leather jacket and the flight suit.  I zip them into it and go exploring.

The ass eater is just that, not a fucker.  The cubbish man in the sling is disappointed.  So I stick my dick in him.  He makes grateful noises and jerks off as my cock pounds a load out of him.  He takes off the moment I help him out of the sling.

I get some good head from a boy on the couch.  He disappears from my side the moment I tell him I don’t party.  There are maybe 16 men in the room.  That number only keeps growing all night.

A bearded guy has blindfolded himself by the bar.  He is kneeling, ready to give head to any man who sticks his dick in his mouth.  I’ve heard one man get off in him, so I have to try his skill level.  It does nothing for me.  I’m too tall for a good angle and he tends not to cover his teeth.

I fuck a young Black kid in the sling with a delectable bubble butt.

There are now 30 people here and it’s getting crowded.

“Gentlemen, you can now use the bedroom as well.”  The bartender has opened a door between the television and his bar.  There is nothing in the room but a double bed covered in a leatherish fabric.  You can use it from three sides.  For the next hours I’m there, there are always three or four men getting their asses fucked on the bed.

I christen the bed by fucking a big, hot bear.  He is a squealer and draws a crowd into the room.

I go out into the front room.  There must be 50 people here now.

I fuck one of the guys organizing the party.  Tall and good-looking and likely my age—who can tell in the gloom?—we exchange blow jobs first.  Then I bend him over.  He grabs a friend’s shoulders and takes a hard fuck.  When I stop, his only words are “You have to do that to me in the sling, too.”

I do, later in the night.

I pause and drink from my water bottle.  There is every age, every type here.  Men in full leather.  Men off the street.  Men in rubber.  Puppies.  All fucking and sucking with abandon.  Sometimes with the men they came with, usually with men they just met.  Or the men their Masters/trainers give them to service.

I wander again.  I get my cock sucked.  I fuck more ass in the bedroom.  I alternate between men my age and young men who want daddy’s dick.

Back out by the front door, there is hot young man in a designer jock.  He is tall, but he is crouching on a little ottoman in the clothes corner.  He is tatted with true art over his back and, I can only assume, his front which, in his present position, I can’t possible see.  Fucking him is a bearded cub in his early 40’s, dressed in a rubber singlet.  I watch and stroke.  I smile at the Cub.  He nods, knowing I want to be next up this hot boy hole.

He pulls out and offers me the ass.  I surprise him with “Let me clean your dick first.”  I do.  The Cub groans and fucks my mouth.  I pull off, not to keep the cute butt boy waiting.  He’s a great, fuck with a skilled hole.  The Cub and I go back and forth until the butt boy’s legs get tired.  The Cub goes down on me for the first time, licking his lips over the ass juice on my cock.

He stands up.  He reaches around and unzip the ass crack of the rubber singlet.  “Put that big thing up me.”  I drop to my knees and delight in a furry ass after the smooth butt boy.  I get him good and wet and fuck him hard.  He grabs his knees, taking my energetic stroking into him.

We move off.  

We play with others.

We find each other again.  I fuck him in the sling.  I can spend longer eating him out.  Has he been loaded?  I keep burrowing to find out, but I can’t quite tell.  The fuck is noisy enough to bring a hot leather man over to stick his big dick in the Cub’s bearded face.

*****

I do another round and fuck a Black cub on the bed.

I find a corner by the television and give some head.

It’s now nearing 1:30am.  It’s not that late by CLAW time, but this is my third sex outing of the day.  I want to go home.

The crowd has thinned a little.   I can’t find the Black Cub who I’d be happy to fill.  Nor can I find the guy who was working the party, who expressed interest in my load.

But I see the Bearded Rubber Cub going out the door.  I stop him.  “Want a load to take out of here?”

He grins.  We go to the bed.  I fuck him for a bit on his back, looking at his face.  And it hits me—he’s not as good looking and is a few pounds heavier, but he reminds me of Jacob.  Well, shit.  I bend down and kiss him.  The feel of his full beard is just what I need.  I actually close my eyes for a moment and think of the real Jacob.  The thought makes me pull out of the Ersatz Jacob and makes me eat his ass until he’s howling for my dick and my load.

“Turn over,” I bark.

The Fake Jacob gets up on all fours.  “Breed me!  Fill me up!”

I ram my dick in him. 

And I explode.  

Finally.  After this day full of great sex.

CLAW: Master and Slave

Cleveland—April, 2017

Friday Evening.

I went to lunch after Dustin left, and then the Vendor’s Mart.  I considered a couple of different things, but in the end came home empty handed.  As I was typing up the notes on playing with Dustin I got a text from a Master I’d met several years ago at IML.  That story is here.  I had chatted online with the Master every few months since that time.  We’d tried a meet at another IML, but everybody got too busy.  This year we hoped to make it happen—and here was his text asking if we might do it. 

The slave was back from the gym and was stepping into the shower—he could be ready for us in no time.  We chatted for another moment and found out they were just several doors down from us at our hotel.  They’d see me in 30 minutes.  I would be fucking both of them.  I set the room back up, 

getting a towel on the bed.  I had boots and harness on as they knocked at the door.  I answered…

“Let us help you with that.”

Both men are on the floor, helping me zip up the chaps.  It’s actually harder for them to do it then if I did it myself, but it’s damned hot to be served.  “Get naked,” I tell them, zipping the final zipper. 

The slave has only gotten bigger with 4 more years at the gym.  He’s now in his late 40’s.  I wrote before about this incredibly buff man:  He could pick me up and toss me on the bed if he wanted.  His shoulders are huge, his chest tapers to a trim waist and a hot butt.  He is covered in the most intricate tattoo pattern, one that forms a complete picture—done with foresight and artistic skill….He has pierced his ball sack with at least six silver rings that bounce and clank together….

I am guessing the Master is my age, maybe older.  His white hair is extremely trim and the mustache full.  The gym is keeping age at bay.  He’s shorter than I, but carries himself with great authority.  The slave asks for direction a number of times as they strip.

Then they are all over me.  They are both on their knees, taking turns sucking my dick.  I pass it back and forth.  Soon it’s just the Master on me, as the slave, redirected, is sucking his Master’s cock.

“I want to eat some ass.”

The slave is told to get on the bed.  He pushes the muscled butt towards me.  I take a long time rimming it—especially as the Master has just enough room to be sucking my dick while I do it.

I stand up and fuck.  The slave takes me with a lot of vocals.  I find it hot.  I offer the hole to the Master, but he is in his non-top head space.  I continue fucking.  

I pull out and fuck the Master.  He’s standing, holding on to his boy, as I plow him.

“We have a sling, let’s use it.”

The slave is into and deftly finds the stirrups with no assistance.  I find it so hot, that I know both these men each have a stable of slaves and boys of their own, but with me they are here to serve.  I enter the slave and work his pierced nipples.

“You can use those like handle bars,” he tells me.  “Pull hard.”

I pull on them.  He howls and his PA’ed cock erects.  It’s huge.  I don’t remember it being this big.  I lean down, and still fucking, can lick a pearl of precum out of the slit.  The Master stands to the side and watches and plays with himself.

“Move around and hold on to him.”  I get them chest to chest with the Master’s feet on the floor.  I fuck him hard.  “Hold on to him tight,” I instruct the slave.  He does, cradling the man he loves.

I pull out.  He has rushed his clean out.  I wash and go back up the slave.  I ask the Master if he wants to go freshen up, since they are so close, but he tells me to just fuck the hole in front of me.  I do.  With pleasure.

“Master, may I jerk off?”

He’s given permission.  I swear the cock gets still bigger.  And he shoots.  Howling out his cumming.  Over and over.  I slow, pull out and bend to lick it up.

“I’d really like to taste what I did to his hole, with him on the rimseat.”

I’m given permission.  It’s incredible to watch this muscle god lower himself onto my face. 

“I am a great self-luber,” he says as he opens his fuck hole to my tongue.

It gushes out.  Truly as is I’d shot a load. 

Though I’m painfully aware that I didn’t.

Suddenly he‘s up, and they are dressed and gone…and I’m stuck with what to do tonight.

But not for long…