An Orgy Triptych: Part One

Grand Rapids—March, 2108

Well, here I am again.  Finally.  I’m sorry for the delay in posting.  I came home from CLAW exhausted—maybe more than I knew.  Work also picked up and I was doing some creative writing for them, too.  (No, I did not present “My Last Piss Fuck” at the staff meeting.)  And twice, just as I thought I had some free time set aside to write for the blog, I had sex instead.

At any rate, I’m back.  And I’m backing up to where I left off before the daily reports from CLAW, which is around the second week of March.  I think I have some fun encounters to relate from March and April.   We start off with three takes on an orgy…

I shake my dick of the last drop of piss.  I do up the buttons of my 501’s and go buy a small coffee for the road.  Tonight is the orgy in a city to the north of me.  I am only a few miles out of town—and right on time, if not a little early. 

I take the exit and am able to park right in front of the host’s home.  I unload the sling, the mirror and my leathers.  I go in and hug the elfin Host, the Rimmer and Randy, the young FF bottom who I double fisted at one of these events.  I hang up my jacket and trudge upstairs with the sling bag.  The bed is already set up in the middle of the room, so we can approach it from all sides.  The Rimmer’s rimseat is in the corner.  They have saved a large space for the sling.  The Host reminds me to set it up so the top can view the bed as he drills hole.

I hear the door open downstairs as I get to work assembling it.  Men are arriving early.  Jake, the fisting bud who writes up his versions of our play, comes upstairs.  He’s naked and excited to be at his first of these gathering.  We hug and then he helps me get the mirror in place.  I stow the travel bag and go downstairs to strip.  It is cool enough I put on my chaps and harness.  I am snapping the wrist band in place as two more guys arrive, bringing the total to eight men.  All are either naked or jocked in designer underwear.  Our Host is in his kilt. Randy has made his own red jock, showing off his big dick on one side in a slinky pouch and framing his young, pert ass with perfectly placed straps.

We troop upstairs.  There is a moment as we look at each other and then men get their cocks out and others go to their knees.  I go behind a man getting head and lick his ass crack while his dick is being slobbered on.  The man being fellated, bends, allowing me more access.  I rim his very hairy hole.  He stands up, pulls up his cocksucker by the armpits and begins sucking that younger man as I go back to drilling deeper into him.  I only stop as he begins fucking the guy. 

I let Randy suck me.  Jake is down on his knees, too.  Randy, once my cock is sopping wet, gets on all fours.  I eat his hole.  He pushes out and allows my tongue to go deep.  I spit once or twice, stand up and slide into his ass. 

Three men are bent over now and being plowed, ringing the bed.    Jake is right there, watching my cock move in and out.  When Randy needs to get off his knees, I turn to Jake.  I know he likes to clean cock out of his own ass, but will he want to do it for me now?  Yup.  He is on his knees and sucking me clean.  It leads to me thanking him by eating his ass and fucking him bent over the bed.

The first half hour is a blur.  I play with any and all.  I rim a lot of hole and fuck some more, too.  Two more men arrive, bringing our number to ten.  We incorporate them easily into the play.  At one point there are so many men on the bed, you can’t tell who is who.  I content myself to just lick any ass that is near me…

*****

A little later, I get Jake in the sling.  I spend a long time licking his now wet hole.  Eventually I stand up and slide in.  Fuck.  I will never get over how different each man can feel.  Jake is squeezing on each stroke—something I love.  I fuck him harder.  We set the chains rattling.  I fuck him loudly.  The sound of our wet coupling fills this upper bedroom.

Our host comes over to watch. 

“This is your friend who likes fist, right?”

I smile and nod.  “He certainly does.”  I fuck a few more strokes and turn him over to the diminutive man in the kilt.  I watch him enter Jake.  I smile at the look on Jake’s face as he feels a new cock invade him.  I’m pretty sure he’ll get a hand, too, but I don’t wait to see.

I find the Rimmer under the rimseat eating out a hairy daddy type.  I kneel between the Rimmer’s legs.  I suck his very hard cock for a moment.  Then I suck the Daddy’s cock—so he has two mouths simultaneously on his most private parts.  When the Daddy cautions me I better stop or he’ll blow a load, I focus on the Rimmer again.  I suck his cock, then pull his legs up and slide into his fuck hole.  He grunts and groans into the ass he’s eating.

“Fuck him,” the Daddy instructs me.  “Fuck him while he eats my shithole.”

This makes me fuck the Rimmer that much harder.  I can’t stay in that position, on my knees with his body weight on my shoulders, for very long.  I pull out.  The Daddy gestures for me to feed my ass juiced cock into his mouth.  I do.  I let him clean me thoroughly.   

Then I lean down and kiss him as he continues to get his hole tongue fucked.

*****

The men have gone down to eat.  I am alone with Randy, the fist lover who is about half my age.  We settle into the sling.  Well, he does.  “Can you taste the load I took?” he asks as I begin to rim his wet pucker.  I dig deeper.  It’s there.  He pushes, just slightly, and gives me a mouthful of someone’s jizz.  I stand up and snowball it to him.  It drizzles into his mouth in a long, stringy waterfall.  He sighs his satisfaction and I go back to tonguing his jizzed out hole.  I lick and swallow hungrily. 

I stand up and insert my full length.  His ass just pulls me in.  I hold for the briefest of moments, then begin a slow fuck.

“Fuck me harder.  Let me feel that big dick!”

He gets his wish.  I start a blistering fuck—loud and wet sounding, my hips slamming into his rounded butt.  Again and again.

The sound of fucking brings Jake up to watch.  I slow down.  I begin again slowly, letting Jake see the full length of my cock come out of Randy and right back into his gaping hole.  Randy’s eyes are riveted to this too—in the mirror above him.  Soon I am plowing at full steam again. 

“Fuck, Fuck…FUCK!” chants Randy.

I finally have to stop to catch my breath.  Jake reaches for Randy’s hard and dripping cock.  He strokes it through the fabric of the homemade jock.

“You should fist him.”

I watch Jake lube up his big hands.  His right sinks easily into the boy.  I watch the look of pleasure on both of their faces. 

I go off to give head to the Daddy who spent so long on the rim seat.  It’s an easy cock to suck, a thick 6.5.  Finally, he can’t take it.  He grabs the sides of my head and fucks up into my mouth.  I take his big, but watery load. 

I’m finally hungry myself…I go to the kitchen and munch a little…We watch everyone leave but the three of us spending the night with the host:  The Rimmer, Randy and myself.

We talk until Randy can’t contain himself.  “You all need to fuck me!” he insists.

The four of us head upstairs…

In 15 hours:  Jake’s take on the orgy. 

And the next post:  The cum filled finale.

The Problem...

...is that every time I have a moment set aside to write a blog post, I end up having sex instead.


I could wish that were my only problem.

CLAW Saturday Night--In the Midst of the Orgy

Cleveland—April, 2018

(Sorry, I had to take a day to recoup before I tackled my last encounter at CLAW.)

The Professor and I went out to a meal after the pornster five-way.  He had not been eating much this weekend.  We came back to the towel littered room and, in moments, both of us were asleep.  I think I woke up first.  And rock hard—even after all that fucking. 

We’d talked about evening plans over dinner.  I was pretty sure I would just go back to the second installment of the Nasty Kink Pigs party.  The Professor wasn’t sure if he’d accompany me or not.  When he woke up, he begged off as he was still feeling totally sated.  He told me to go have fun.   I dressed in my leathers, covered them with my flight suit and took off through the now bitterly cold night, arriving about 20 minutes after the festivities commenced...

The set up of the three rooms is the same.  I go into the darkened space.  And maybe a dozen men are there.  Not one of them is doing anything more sexual than sitting next to someone on the couch.  I strip off the flight suit.  There is a bear in the sling.  One man is ass up on the big bed.  A knot of men are hanging around the bar/table.  One man is stroking to porn at the television, flogging a tired dick.  I stow my outer wear and pledge to myself to get things going.

I go into the bedroom.  I kneel behind the man on all fours.  I taste his unfucked hole.  I spit into it.  Loudly.  Loudly enough to make him jump.  Loud enough for a guy to get off the couch in the next room and come watch me.  I fuck my first hole of the evening…

*****

People keep arriving and, seeing people playing, they get right to it, too.  I play with a few men.  But it is feeling a little like a re-tread of the night before.  But I stumble on one man who changes everything.

I walk out of the big bedroom, my dick still wet from the hole I just fucked, as the bed is now crowded enough, the bottom couldn’t turn to clean me up.  A young Cub, maybe 35, is on his knees in front of the television giving head to a daddy.  He puts the cock in his mouth and glances up at me. Our eyes hold for a moment.

“Suck that big dick, boy.”  The Daddy pulls out of his mouth and pushes the Cub onto my cock.  “Show him what a good cocksucker you are.”

The Cub takes me to the root easily.  And repeatedly.  He can’t stop covering my dick with his deep throat saliva.  The other Daddy moves off.  The Cub slows and looks at me—awaiting instruction.

“Who told you to stop?”  My tone is deep—and only loud enough for the two of us to hear.  He goes back to my dick.  Feverishly.  I lay a hand on his shoulder.  He slows down.  “Enjoy it,” I tell him.  

He is giving excellent head.  At some point I tell him to do my balls.  He does.  He leaves them sopping—broad tongue strokes to cover both and then long minutes on each individual sack.

“Will you sit, Sir, so I can really clean them?” 

I sit on the Hide-A-Bed in front of the porn.  He crawls over between my splayed legs.  His tongue goes under my left testicle and lifts it into my mouth.  He knows not to do that total suck it into his mouth—that can feel like your balls are being ripped off you.  Gently.  Lovingly.  He gets every surface of the hairy orb wet, before moving to the other one.

“Lean back, Sir.  Please.”

I do.  Resting on my elbows.  His tongue covers my taint.  Swirling the hair he finds there.  Leaving them first wet—than drying them with his lips only to make the whole area wet yet again with another tongue bath.  He stops just above the pucker of my ass.  His eyes meet mine.

“You want it, don’t you?” I growl.

He nods.  And dives in.  Holy fuck.  I thought I’d had a great rimjob that afternoon, but the sheer hunger here is intense.  And the audience.  He is aware there are people observing everything we do. 

At some point he tosses his poppers to me.  I take a hit.  I begin to tell him just what he’s doing to me.  A little louder than before.  Maybe more so—I am lost in the haze of poppers and super hot tongue on my hole.

“Eat me out.  Come on, boy.  Really, eat me.  Fuck, that feels good...”  On and on.  I grind myself against his face, my hands holding him in place.  “Yeah, get your tongue in there…”  He does—as deep as he’s gone.  He is panting like he just shot a load.  Maybe he has, but I don’t care.  I let him up for a quick breath and then pull him between my ass cheeks again.  He tongue fucks me.   I pull him up by the ears and rock forward.  “Kiss me,” I hiss at him. 

He does.  We melt for a moment, lips locked. 

Then I push him back down and take another hit. 

I babble and taunt him to go deeper.  We end up kissing again, loving the metallic taste of my ass.  This time my hand snakes down and finds his butthole as we kiss.  My finger works his tight pucker.

“Please, Sir,” he whimpers.

“Get up on all fours.”

We change places.  He’s right on the edge of the bed.  He poppers up, knowing I am going to drive my dick into him.  I tongue him instead.  I rim him as roughly and deeply as he did me. 

I stand up and lean over him, my mouth by his ear.  “Say the words,” I whisper.

“Fuck me.”

“Say what you really want,” I hiss.

“I want your raw dick in me,” he pants.   “I want your cum.”

“Where?”

“In my—ASS,” he yelps for my cock has entered him the second before he has said the word.

It’s a brutal fuck, at least at first.  I slow it down and I lean over his back again.  I whisper in his ear.  “Is this what you want?”

“Yes…yes, Sir.” 

I go back to a hard driving fuck.   With an occasional smack on his upturned ass.

The lowness of the bed is getting to my back.  I stop and tell him to kneel on the chair.  It raises him up high enough that I can fuck standing straight up.  And it makes his mouth available.  I direct a hot man to stick his dick in him.  My Cub all but crows in delight as he’s spit roasted.

And I start shooting.  I’m cumming and I can’t quite believe it.

The man pulls out of his mouth and begs to fuck the boy’s ass.  I let him.  I watch his face as he slides through my semen.  He fucks the Cub hard enough to froth my load.  He pulls out.  I clean my own cum off of his cock—and spit it in my Cub’s mouth.  My dick has never gone down.  I clean up the Cub’s hole.  This time I drool the cum load into his mouth as my cock goes back into him.

And I shoot again.  I’m in shock.  This one makes me stop thrusting and just hold onto the boy. As my falls shoot anything that might be left in them out.

Only then do I see who is in the Cub’s mouth now—my Chicago New Year’s Eve friend who I loaded last night.  He comes around, kisses me, and proceeds to fuck in my second load.

“Great ass,” he enthuses.

I can only agree, and rather breathlessly, kiss them both good night.

CLAW Saturday Afternoon--Pornsters and the Professor

Cleveland—April, 2018

The Professor was at it again.  He’d been talking to his contacts and had managed to line up four men who occasionally work in porn to play with us on Saturday afternoon.  These men were not as well known to me (As I’m writing this so fast after our encounter, I haven’t gotten to ask them if they would mind being identified in these posts.  So until then—no pics or porn names until they tell me it is ok with them.)

Our room had one large king bed.  I had set up the sling and the rimseat against the side window.  We’d moved the sofa that usually sat there so it was against the chest of drawers and faced the foot of the bed—thus giving us one more potential spot to play.  I closed the drapes, turned on one light by the bed and put two of my red bandannas over the shade.  There was enough sun through the drapes and the rosy glow from the lamp on the perfectly white sheets looked inviting.

I got into my leathers as the Professor finished up in the shower.  The first knock came at the door.  I opened, introducing myself.  Mike came into the room tentatively.  He’s short, and I knew from the pictures was nicely tatted.  He’s the youngest man coming at around 32.  He has a killer smile and I can’t take my eyes off his the roundness of his ass filling the denim seat of his jeans.

The next to knock was Rick.  He’s slightly older than Mike and a few inches taller, too.  He’s buff and hairy, I learn once we strip.  A well trimmed beard suits his handsome face.  He also has amazingly artful tats and he seems much more at ease than the younger man.

The last to arrive was Bill who in his mid thirties.  And he’s tall.  Taller than me—and you know I don’t play with many men who are.  He’s the most muscular of the men so far.  There is a lot of meat on his bones.  He has sandy blond hair cropped short and a severely trimmed beard of the same color, with maybe some ginger in it.

The moment he arrives the three men and the Professor begin to strip.  The fourth man has called and for the third or fourth time the Professor has patiently given the man our hotel’s address and room number.  He never shows.

The moment the last shirt is tossed on sneakers we begin two hours of intense sex…

We all go for the dick closest to us.  I am sucked by Rick.  The young one goes to the floor to get Rick’s swelling tool.  Bill is with the Professor on the couch.  Soon Mike moves from the two of us to Bill and the Professor.  Bill encourages him to suck the two of them—back and forth.  Bill wants to call the shots.  And does.  When all are dicks are good and wet, he suggests Mike get up on all fours on the bed.

He does as he’s told—showing us what was hidden in his jeans—a perfect bubble butt.  The Professor is there first, rimming him deeply.  Then it’s Bill’s turn.  Bill tells me to rim him, too.  And I stick my dick in him as well--unprompted.  Rick takes a turn eating and fucking when I’m done.  I catch the Professor rimming Bill out of the corner of my eye.  Then I go back to helping Mike take Rick’s uncut cock.  (As a matter of fact all the young men are intact.)  I move around into spit roast position and stick my cock into Mike’s mouth.  I pull those cheeks apart and let spit drool down on Rick’s dick.  He fucks him with a delicious wet sound.

Bill is fucking the Professor, bent over and holding onto the couch.  Bill gets him more comfortable in the sling.  And there the Professor stays for the next hour or so.  Bill fucks the Professor, making the sling really jiggle and move.

I fuck the Professor.  I stand stock still and bring the whole sling to me, sliding his hot, wet hole the entire length of my dick.

Rick fucks the Professor.  He stands on his tiptoes, but doesn’t seem to mind, as he can’t get enough of the Professor’s slick ass.  I work the Professor’s nipples.  I think Bill is fucking Mike on the bed.

Bill goes back to fucking and Rick to nipple duty.  I give Mike his first rimseat experience.  He loves my tongue.  He can’t believe how deep I can get into him.  I love drilling his hot hole in the middle of that perfectly shaped ass—and do it until my jaw is tired.

We ring the sling.  Bill licking or twisting one nipple and Rick on the other.  I fuck the Professor. 

“How sturdy is this sling?” asks Mike.  I tell him up to 350 lbs.  He grabs the top bars and easily hoists himself up and sits his wet ass on the Professor’s face.  I love the look of surprise on the Prof’s face—but then the hunger takes over, just before Mike settles down, sealing his dripping butt to the popper infused Professor’s tongue and mouth.  It makes me fuck him harder and the other men’s hands are tweaking and pinching all over his body.

Mike clambers down eventually and leaves—he has to be somewhere else.

Rick takes over the fucking.

And Bill moves in on me.  He kisses me hungrily.  And his finger squirms at my tight pucker.  “You want to get fucked?”

I tell him I’d rather lick his ass.  He rides the rimseat until he begs me to fuck him.  I do, bent over the bed.

We both spell Rick in the Professor’s hole.  Bill fucks hard and fast.  Me, long strokes, slow and measured.  Rick goes back in and I work my cock up his ass for the first time as he fucks the Professor.  He turns to looks at me, smiling like I’ve just given him a million bucks—but he never misses a stroke.  He does the all the work, fucking the Professor on the thrust, himself on the retreat.

“I have piss, come into the bathroom,” Bill informs me.

“Do it right here.  I won’t spill a drop.”

He feeds me in one long massive flow.  He is totally turned on by how much I love it.  He gets under the rimseat and tells me he wants to pleasure me now.  We go into our own little world.  I use poppers and babble obscenities about how good it feels.  Rick looks at us.  I ask for a taste of the Professor’s ass juice on his dick.  He walks over and fucks my face with his long slender dick as Bill’s tongue worms its way into me.   He goes back to the Professor’s butt, drilling him with renewed vigor.

I am so energized by the rimming, I get Bill up and fuck him some more.  He rides my cock, too.

And then it’s all about the Professor and our loads.  We each take a turn fucking him.  The Professor is having one anal orgasm after another.  He can’t and doesn’t want to control his body.

Bill asks for my dick in his ass when he’s ready to unload in him.  I stick my wet dickhead into him.  He cums violently.  He grabs the top of the sling frame and holds on as I fuck the cum out of him.

“Stay in him.”  I’m directing now.  I pull out and kneel.  Bill pulls out and lets me clean a ton of cum off his cock and from under his foreskin.  I let him pull out of my mouth and I lick up the cum escaping from the Professor’s puffy hole. I don’t dig in.

“Go ahead,” I tell Rick.  He fucks him hard, sloshing loudly in the hole.  Bill’s load must be immense.  I prod my dick again against Rick butt.  He shoots and shudders.  When he finally pulls out, his neatly trimmed pubes are awash with frothy cum. 

I clean him.  Thoroughly.  Every inch of flesh.  Then I turn and eat out the Professor’s hole.  He is whimpering it’s so tender.  I swallow mouthful after mouthful of the mixed semen.

My dick demands to fuck in it.  I slide in.  I spurt almost instantly.  I hang on as my balls give up every drop they’ve made in the last 12 hours.

The Professor stays in the sling while the guys go shower.  He lays there, eyes not quite focusing.  His body is trembling still from the sheer number of assgasms he has had.

Finally he speaks:  “Best…one…ever…”

CLAW Friday Night--Nasty Kink Pigs Orgy

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CLAW Friday Afternoon--CumDump

Cleveland—April, 2018

I had a rather lazy morning.  I wrote the post after a big breakfast.  I waited in the room until the Professor arrived from the airport.  We had some lunch and toured the Vendor Mart. When we got back to the room, the Professor napped after his very early airport run.  And I got online to get some ass.  I talked to several with no concrete results.  I finally just went to the room of the man I met years ago at a Cum Union…where he was given the name Cowboy Boots in that write up—as that was all he wore as he took dick after dick.  The last time I  saw him was at IML.  I found him in the host hotel, with a dimly lit room and ass up on the bed.  He may be a cum dump, but he enjoys the fucking—and lets me take my time getting to the loading.  I stripped down and knelt behind his thick ass…

The first taste sends electric currents through my dick.  It hardens without my touching it.

“I had eight loads in me before I took a break,” he mutters.  He’s been to the Vendor Mart, too—and thought it better to rinse them out. 

He may be empty of other men’s semen—but his ass is self lubing like crazy.  My tongue is getting him wetter and wetter.  I slurp and swallow.  I stand up.  I push into him with my super hard cock. 

He grunts his appreciation.  The poppers open.  He huffs.  His hole responds to the vapor--and my dick pounding him into submission.  I slow down and, bending my knees slightly, attack his hole from a different angle.  He groans again and tells me how good I feel inside him.

I pull out.  I kneel and slurp up all the new ass jizz my cock has created.  His hole is puffy from all the weekend action.  I open it some more, stand up and give him my cock again.

The door opens.  A very young man comes in.  He unzips and tries to get himself hard.  He watches me plowing very intently.  I make sure that I slow the stroke down and show him just how much dick Cowboy Boots is taking.  Finally, I am pulling all the way out and fucking into him to the hilt on each stroke.  The young man never full erects—and leaves.

“A bottom,” says Cowboy Boots.  “I’d have shared your dick with him.”

I laugh, pull out and let him swing around to taste his ass juices covering the entire shaft of my cock.

 

We fuck some more.

When I break the next time, I ask if he’ll sit on my face.  I lie down on the rumpled bed and have him stand on the floor.  He lowers that magnificent ass to my face—grinding his butt against my hardened tongue and my beard.  He revels in pleasuring himself, fucking himself on my tongue, massaging his ass crack with my now silky beard and mustache.

I’m finally getting close.  I really want to empty my balls before the sex party tonight.  I get up and get him back on all fours—his favorite position. I pump into him.  My pace increases.  I’m so close to breeding, but can’t quite make it happen.

I pull out, roughly, making him gasp.

I kneel and give him one last tonguing.  That does it.  With my beard coated in ass juice, I stand up and fuck my load into him.  His ass squeezes every drop out of me….