Full Moon Orgy

Grand Rapids—March, 2018

I got a surprise email.  The organizer of the monthly orgy was throwing a second gathering in March.  The host had noticed that when the group met near a full moon, the attendance was higher.  A couple of horny members had talked him into throwing a second gathering on the full moon to test the theory out.  Of course I said I’d go. 

Many of the others regulars were unavailable.  The man I call the Rimmer had other plans, so I was requested to bring not only my sling but my rimseat.  In all there were close to 15 guys who attended—but we never had more than around nine at any one time.  It was much more of a “get off and go home” event than usual.

These gathering are always hard to chronicle as so much is going on, but there are three moments I particularly want to share…

I am undressing after the set-up upstairs.  Randy, the hot, incredibly talented fisting bottom is there with our host.  Many of the other men are new to me.  A cubbish young man announces as he puts on a jock that this is his first group play.  The host and I exchange a grin as we troop upstairs.  The moment we are near the bed, the newbie is pushed to his knees.  Eight of us ring him and he sucks each of us in turn, getting every cock rock hard.

A man who I know prefers to bottom is the first one fucking the newbie.  He doesn’t last long.  He announces to the room that he is about to breed him.  Randy is taking dick right next to the new guy.  He moves around to kiss the orgy virgin and hold on to him as the man shoots his load.  I clean the dick of the man who just came—and fuck him—telling him how hot it was to watch him top. 

Every man in the room fucks the newguy.  There are no other loads shot, but they all initiate him into our band with a welcoming fuck.  I go last.  I ask if he wants to move to the sling and get off his knees.  He agrees, telling me he has never been in a sling either.  I get him situated and settle down to licking his abused ass.  I find a surprising amount of cum still in him.  I lick out some and leave the rest to fuck in. 

I stand up.  My dick is throbbing.  I am so ready to fuck him.  I push in.  I watch his eyes widen as I he feels my full length and thickness fill him.  “Holy fuck,” he mumbles.  I hold a moment, then fuck in earnest.  Almost instantly I froth the remaining cum in his hole.  I pull out, smear my cock head in it and fuck it back into him.

The newbie’s cock is poking out of his jock.  He finally grabs it and beats a load out of his drooling dick.  I lean over and lick it up, my cock still in place as he squirms under me…

He leaves—with a fantasy fulfilled.

*****

New guys have arrived to replace those who’ve shot a load.  A beefy Black guy is here.  Larry has often been there for our regular meets, but he’s such a good top, I don’t have much interaction with him.  But he always has a long session on the rimseat with the Rimmer.  Well, with the Rimmer AWOL, it’s my turn to fill in under the chair.  He happily sits down and jerks his seven inches as my tongue invades his hole.

I have gotten him after he’s gone from hole to hole on the bed and has worked up a real sweat.  His ass crack is really wet.  He tastes acrid and sweet at the same time.  Occasionally a man will come over, straddle my chest and suck Larry’s cock as I keep on working the hole above me. 

“Suck him too,” Larry commands.  He’s highly visual and loves seeing the man move onto my cock.  And then back to Larry.

Randy comes over too.  He sucks both of us. When my dick is really wet, he sits on me and rides me as I slurp away on Larry’s hole.  When his knees tire, Randy gets off me and stands up.  He straddles Larry and sits on his cock while he sits above me.  I can only guess how hot it must look, as all I can really see is beefy ass filling the seat.  I can hear the fuck.  And feel it with the rimseat creaking over me.

When Randy gets off the dick, Larry gets up, too.  Randy sits before I can get out from under the seat.  I am so glad I can’t, as his ass is awash with Larry’s (or someone’s) load.  Instantly the cum starts dripping into my mouth.  And then Randy pushes.

I can’t stop swallowing…

*****

Late in the three hour session, the last two men show up.  They are a couple about my age, Black and both tops and actually prove the stereotype of Black tops.  There are just a few men left.  Randy takes one—and the host the other.  I know one of them, though I’ve not met his partner.  The two are good.  They know how to work their big dicks into guys.  The one I know is fucking the host. 

He calls me over.  “I know what you want.  Get on the floor.”  I sit down, my back against the bed.  The host is on his back, legs splayed and moaning softly.  The top works him slowly until all 9 inches disappear into this small man.  Instantly he pulls out, saying “Open.”

I oval my mouth and take his dripping cock deep into my mouth.  He fucks two strokes into my mouth and dives back into the wet ass next to my head.  He plows our host until he is moaning loudly.  Back into my mouth.  This time he fucks me deep—I swear he’s trying to gag me.  The moment I think it may happen, he pulls out and fucks the host’s puffy hole. 

Back and forth. 

Ass to mouth. 

Ass.

Mouth.

All of us getting something that totally turns us on.

*****

I don’t think either of the couple shoot a load.  They partake of the buffet of food and take off.

Randy is busy working the cum out of a late arrival.

I find my host in the kitchen and get him back to the bed.  I eat his puffy, used hole.  He tells me my tongue feels wonderful after the pounding he’s taken. 

I eat him some more.

And I give him the load he missed out on.

"Whatever You Want…”

Detroit—March, 2018

“I want a session that will just be us.  I want you to get much more nasty than you were able to with someone else in the room.”

I typed back that I was indeed open to a meet. 

“Great!”  The writer was the African American sub I had played with in January when my friend Alex and I had taken turns on him.  (That meet is detailed Here.  Pictures of the boy at our first meeting are Here and Here.)

We set up a time.  I would arrive and make myself at home while he finished up at work.  The scene would begin not when he got home—but when he emerged from the shower.  On the appointed day, I found his house easily.  I had an hour or so to wait for him. 

I let myself in at the side door.  I heard fucking.  Was he here?  Was there some top filling his hole for me?  I walked through the kitchen into the living room.  Nope.  It was the television.  It was playing porn for me to enjoy until he got home.  A number of the scenes in the conglomeration he had playing were of young Black men being used, abused and seeded by White daddies.  Sitting square in front of the television was his rimseat. 

I shed my clothes and got into my leathers.  I sat on the couch behind the rimchair.  My cock got hard fast.  I didn’t stroke it, but I certainly squeezed it occasionally as the men/boys on screen were bent over and used for no one’s pleasure but the top doing the fucking.

The sub came in.  We said hello.  Barely.  I basically acted like the porn was far more interesting than he was.  He made a beeline to the shower.  In no time, he came out and knelt in front of me, dressed in nothing but a blue jock…

I stand up.  I walk behind him and lift his left arm.  I buckle the wrist restraint on him.  He shivers.  I do the right arm.  I reach down and fasten them together.  His head is down, chin on his collar bone.  I walk around in front of him.

“Look at me.”  My voice is low.  Level.  Authoritive.

His head snaps to attention.

“Now, boy, you are going to suck my cock.”

He starts to speak.

“Quiet.”  My voice is no louder.  Just more commanding.  “Open your damn mouth.”

He does and I’m inside him.  I grab his ears and begin a demanding throat fuck.  He just ovals as widely as possible and lets me use him.  I love moving over his velvety tongue as my cock pushes into his throat. 

When I stop fucking, he is panting.  I lean over, pull his chin down and spit in his mouth.  “Now get under the seat.”  I undo his hands so he can lie on his back.  I put the seat down.  I spit on his face once more and sit on the rimchair.  It’s a particularly hot scene on the television.  I stroke myself.  I make occasional comments to let him know my grunts and groans are inspired by the porn, not by the superb rimming he is giving me.

He is panting, desperate for air and some slight word of encouragement.  I change tactics.  “Get your tongue in there,” I bark out.  “If you like my hole so much, show it.” 

He redoubles his efforts.  And he does love my hole.  His cock has been rock hard from the moment his tongue first touched my pucker.  “That’s it,” I sigh.  “Eat my fuckin’ hole.  Make me want to fuck you.”

I get up.  I strap the ankle restraints onto his ankles as he lies under the seat.  I snap on the spreader bar between them.  I sit back down and let him continue.  I make him wonder when I am going to use the new equipment.

I wait…and let him lick.

I stand.  I tell him to stick out his tongue.  I spit on it.  I grab the bar and pull his legs up.  “Hold on to it,” I tell him.  He grabs the bar, still under the seat, and pulls it so his ass is elevated.  I kneel, spit on my dick and guide it into his hole.

“Ohhhh…fuck…” he whimpers as I begin to fill him.

“Take it, Asslicker.  It’s what you wanted.”

The moment I belittle him, his hole flowers open.  I am balls deep in his hot black ass.  I look down.  I can never get over the color contrast of my pink and white dick splitting his ebony cheeks wide open.  He pulls on the bar, bringing his ankles closer to his head and tilting his ass up for even easier access for me.  I fuck away.  The sounds of the real fucking are covering the ones from the TV.  His ass is making a delicious wet sound, like he already has a load in him, even though I know that’s not true. 

I pull out of his ass, pulling up the seat of the rimseat.  “Sit up.”  I stand as he does what I tell him.  My dick goes into his mouth.  “Taste your hole.”  He goes to town on me.  “Clean me off.  Every drop.”

I pull out and spit in his mouth once more.  He hates it—but he lets me do it.

I push him around until he is leaning on one of his chairs—wet ass jutting directly at me.  I enter him roughly and fuck…

*****

We are in his sling room.  He is secured to the frame by the wrist restraints.  And blindfolded.  I hit him again with a leather paddle on his rounded butt.  I have used a paint stirrer, some sort of fraternity paddle and now this leather one.  I let it drop with a clatter.  He reacts to the sound just as much as if I had hit him again. 

I pick up the riding crop.  I slap it into my hand.  Swish and slap.  He tenses.  Instead of hitting him, I run the leather tipped flap down his spine.  I linger as it goes down his ass crack.  He whimpers.

“Beat me.  Whatever you want…”

I wait a moment. Then I spit on his ass.  The crop comes down on the wet spot with a terrific crack. 

“Yes, SIR.”

Again and again. 

*****

He’s in the sling.  I am fucking him hard.  I have released his arms from where I had them fastened above his head.  He rubs them to get some circulation back into them.  Then he begins jerking his dick.  I let him. 

“I’m going to cum, Sir.”

“Go ahead, boy.”

He shoots an amazing amount of white cum across his black abs.  I stop fucking and pull out.  He looks relieved.   I scoop up his cum and coat my cock.  I push back into him.  He grunts—clearly not expecting me to go up him again. 

I fuck. 

With the slickness of his jizz, I am breeding him in no time…

Bookstore Facial

Near Home—March, 2018

I took some time off from sex after my return from Toronto.  I didn’t really want any—I came home entirely sated.  That feeling lasted about five days.  By Saturday afternoon, a week after Fukd, I was ready for more.  I wanted to keep it simple.  I went to the bookstore.

I’m in the gay theatre.  There are four of us.  I’m stroking my dick.  One other older man has his rather plumped, but not hard, cock out.  I know I’ve fucked him in the past.  The other two men are unknown to me.  They watch the two of us far more than they watch the movie on the screen. 

The door opens.  It’s a man who loves my oral technique.  He hangs by the door, letting his eyes adjust to the gloom.  He catches sight of me.  He kneads his crotch blatantly.  I give a barely perceptible nod.  He strides over to me, pulling his thick cock out of his cargo pants.  He stands beside my chair and shoves his dick into my mouth.  I take him to the root on the first stroke.

This galvanizes the room.   Every man is stroking now.  I am letting the man in my mouth do the work.  He pumps me, groaning. 

And shoots his load in under three minutes.  It’s large and creamy.  I work my tongue over every inch and swallow it all.  He steps to the side and gets out a paper napkin to clean himself up—then realizes I haven’t left a drop of jizz on his cock, so he pops it back into his Jockeys and leaves.

The older man stands up.  His khakis fall to his ankles.  There is no underwear to get in the way.  He bends—his back arched and ass inviting.  I am rock hard now—I go over and slap my dick against his butt.  He groans.  I kneel and briefly wet his hole with my spit.  And likely some of the load that’s just been shot into my mouth.

“Just fuck me.”

I stand up.  My cock head teases his hole.  He thrusts back.  I’m impaled.  The two jacking men go into a flurry of masturbatory stroking.  I grab his hips so he doesn’t pull me all the way out.  He grunts out his pleasure in a low, constant growl.  I fuck him with a ball slapping stroke.  One of the onlookers leans in to see better. 

It sounds like the man I’m fucking is getting close to cumming.   His vocal pattern changes—it’s now a series of staccato intakes of breath.  I don’t feel his ass clenching, but I’m pretty sure he has just shot all over the floor.  I slow down and pull out.  He’s dirty.  Not horribly, but I wrap myself up and go off to wash.

*****

When I get back to the gay theatre only the two strokers are left.  They want to remain just that.  I pull out my dick and jerk to the passable porn along with them.

The door opens.  It’s the handsome Latino with the terrifically muscled arms and back.  He smiles at me.  He walks right over and hunkers down between my splayed legs.  He takes my freshly washed cock deep into his mouth.  His noises are guttural, too.  He buries his nose into my pubes and just stays there.  Eventually he comes up for air and gives me wonderful head.

“Come with me.”  He stands and tugs on my hard cock.  “Not here.”

I follow him to one of the preview booths—where we really shouldn’t be playing.  He locks the door and begins to strip.  I undo my pants and let them fall to the floor.  Naked, but for socks, he asks me sit on the padded bench.  He doesn’t go for my dripping dick.  He kneels and begins licking my balls.  He works one, then the other.  Lovingly and thoroughly.  He leaves them wet with his spit before he goes back to my dick.

We exchange places.  I take his dick into my mouth.  He’s awash with precum. I slurp on it noisily.  He strokes the soft stubble on my head.  After a while I leave his cock.  I work down to his balls.  The hairy orbs are pulled tight against him.  I lick and suck on them.  I move down his perineum and start for his hole.

“I’m not prepped for fucking,” he whispers.

“But for rimming?” I ask.

He nods.  I push his legs up.  He grabs the back of knees, pulling them to his chest, and I start licking down his ass crack.

“Oohhhhh…” he moans.

I work all around his hole, lick the hairy crack.  I kiss and lick the hairy cheeks on either side.  Finally my tongue touches his fuckhole.  He moans again and begins to whimper.  I tease it, licking lightly.  He pulls his knees tighter to his chest.  I lick around the tight pucker.  I so want to fuck him—but I know I won’t.  My tongue moves up and down his furry crack, but always back to his now relaxed hole.  I continue eating him hungrily until he has to let go of his legs and get up.

We change again.  He kneels, but I stay standing.  I want to fuck his face if I can’t have his ass.  He ovals and lets me beat my wet cock on his cheek and then on his extended tongue.  I push into his mouth.  I hold onto his ears and fuck his mouth and throat.  Twice I gag him with it.  I let him recover and plow right back in.  I draw up some of his deep throat saliva.  My cock smears it down his cheek—and it turns him on.  He pumps his dick furiously in response to my doing it.

So I do it again.

Once more. 

And again.

His face is a mess.  I lean down and whisper in his ear—“You like that don’t you, cocksucker.”

He nods and beats himself harder.  “Cum on my face.  I want to feel it.”

I fuck his mouth a little harder.  I pull out and jerk, letting him lick my balls again.  His wet face feels slick against them.  Once the balls are wet once more, he lifts them and licks down to my taint.  His tongue lashes out once—hitting my hole.  A first with him.  I let him go back to my nuts and then turn around.  I bend slightly.  I reach back and pull his spit slick face into my sweaty ass.  He goes crazy.  He is grunting and licking and prodding my tight pucker.

I jerk.  If I can’t fuck him, this is the next best thing.  His hands pull my cheeks apart.  He goes deep inside me.  I let out a grunt, spin around and fire into his open mouth.  The next shot hits his forehead.  The third his cheek.  He suckles the rest out of my cock—though it’s almost too much for me to stand.

I pull out of his mouth—every nerve on overload.  He rocks back on his heels with a self-satisfied look.  I dig out a napkin and move to wipe his face.

 “I want to keep the smell of you on me for awhile.”  He inhales deeply.  The aroma of man sex fills the tiny cubicle.  “And don’t ever shave your beard—it feels so good on my ass.”

Instead of wiping him down I bend and kiss his cummy, wet face…

*****

When I get home I find dried cum on my forehead.

Back At It

I can’t believe it’s been over a week.  But…

I made it to IML…and that’s when it happened. 

I went to Derrick and Jacob’s room.  I was ordered to strip.  I was thrown on my back.  Jacob spat on my hard cock and began to ride me.  It was terrific.  I could feel Derrick doing something with my ankles.    I couldn’t move them.  He came up and kissed me as he cuffed my wrists above my head.   I barely struggled at first for I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.  A blindfold was slipped on as Jacob got off my dick and Derrick got on.  I became nothing but a sex toy.  Over and over again…

I was there for days.  They fed me nothing but their piss and Gatorade laced with Viagra.  When the two of them tired of me, they opened the door to their hotel room and invited in a string of anonymous bottoms to impale themselves on my cock….

Oh, all right.  That’s the first piece of fiction I’ve ever posted here. 

I was at IML.  I did see the two of them for a delicious fourway.  But I was in Chicago for just a day and half.  I rushed home and started the huge project that takes up so much of my summer.  Once back in Michigan, I have barely checked the blog.

Well, things are calming now.  I will be able to post again, if not do much play.  But I have decided to start writing again from where I left off in March.  The first thing I did at IML was too much like Fukd.  I think I want to save that write up.  I took good notes while at IML and I will certainly give you a post about each experience I had amongst the leather men.

I have a meeting tonight—but Sunday morning is reserved at this keyboard.  Stay tuned. 

And thanks for understanding.

IML 2018

Chicago—May 2018

I have just checked into my northside motel.  I am doing IML-Lite this year.  I am here for the biggest piss party of the year and a few meets at the host hotel before I have to head home to get my summer job started.    I will keep you posted!

This post should go up just as I'm feeding my first piss load to some willing man....

Fukdto: Daddy Knows Best--Part Two

Toronto—March, 2018

This picks up right where we left off.

I can still taste the hairy boy’s cum in my mouth.  I walk over to the cum dump in the tiny booth.  His hole, which I believe had been unused before I fucked him, is now looking red and slightly puffy.  I drool  some cum laced spit into his hole.  He grunts his appreciation—even with not knowing he’s getting some load from a safe sexer.  I stick my dick in him.  It’s my turn to sigh.  He’s not as slick as the loaded guy from New York, but his hole feels great.

“You’ve been busy.”

“Yes, Sir.”  He grunts as his head hits the wall.  Then:  “Seven or eight cocks, Sir.”

“And at least one load.”

“Two, Sir.  From the same guy.”

I fuck him hard.  His head smacks into the cheap plywood with each thrust.  “Fuck.  Fuck Fuck….” he chants under his breath.  I pull my cock out.  It brings a generous helping of cum.  I kneel and use my tongue to work it back into his swollen lipped hole.  One stroke of my cock drives it back in.

“I’ll be back for another fuck.”  I slap his ass and go investigate the slings on the other side.

I stand and watch the live porn show for a bit from above.  Both Jon Shield and Zack Acland are in full boy mode tonight, serving the two guest daddies.  Both the daddies are leathered up and are working the boys hard—and fairly constantly.

My attention is drawn to a hard sling fuck behind me.  An attractive daddy is getting fucked by a very large bear.  The chains are rattling with the fuck.

“Breed me,” the man getting fucked chokes out.  “Breed me for my man to fuck in.”

And indeed, a man who has to be his partner is watching the fucking while stroking his hefty dick.

The large bear likes the sound of this.  He must be close.  He begins panting and in moments is shooting into the ass he’s been pounding.  The partner steps forward.  When he makes no move to do it, I kneel and clean the Bear’s dick off.  The partner grins at me and enters the wet hole of the man in the sling.  He fucks his man.

I don’t move.  I am right at eye level for the fuck.  The top is very aware of me there—and makes sure to do long strokes so I can see the entire length of his dick slicing into his partner’s butt.

“That’s a big dick you’ve got,” he says to me, watching me stroke it to his fuck.  “You want to fuck my man?”

“Sure.”  I stand up.

The top slows down and leans over his partner.  “You want this big dick in you?”

“Fuck, yeah.  Let him fuck me.”

The top pulls out.  He shoves his massive cock in my direction.  “Clean me up if you want his ass.” 

I kneel and do what I’m told.  Once I swallow the cum on his dick, I stand up.  I use my cock head to collect the cum that is trying to escape the hole.  I use my dick to shove it back inside.  My cock glides the rest of the way in.

“Oh, yeah…” the pig in the sling sighs.  “So good.”

“Fuck him hard.”

It’s my turn to show off, under the watchful eye of the top.  I fuck slow but deep, grinding into the cummy ass canal.  I pick up the tempo.  I pound the man in the sling.  I make the guy pant and groan.  I slow down.  The top has moved behind me.  His big arms are around me and his thick fingers are working my nipples.  I can feel his cock on my butt.

I speed up again.  My hips are really working.  The top reaches down and tries to work his cock into my hole.  I turn slightly, evading the dick, but still keeping the fucking going.

“You don’t want it?”  he asks, chewing on my ear lobe.

“No, I…”

“Well I want yours.  Let’s change up.” 

I pull out.  My dick is a frothy mess of cum and ass juice.

“Don’t touch yourself—use it for lube.”  He slides back into his partner.  I move around and slide my cum covered cock into him.  He’s tight—but I get in easily.  I stand still.  He does the work—thrusting into his man and impaling himself on me at his own tempo.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” says the man in the sling.  “Fuck my man.”

I take charge.  I move forward—making him stay deep in the ass in front of him.  I pound his butt hard enough that they can both feel the fuck.  I fuck until I need a breather.  I stop.  I take my wet cock to the mouth of the man in the sling.  With the sexiset growl in the back of his throat, he cleans his Top’s ass juice off my cock…

*****

I find the Fluid Pig, the man who I usually see in my playroom—though I know this is home.  We have a friendly fuck in one of the slings.

******

I stop back at the cum dump.  His hole is now literally dripping.  I clean him up with my tongue and drill what’s still inside him deeper.  His head still hits the wall with every stroke.

*****

The Black Jamaican is here.  I fuck him in the sling downstairs at the bar.  I am very aware of Eisen Loch, one of the porn daddies, watching me fuck.

*****

I offer to sooth Zack Acland’s ravaged ass with my tongue—but he’s pulled into the next show before I can do it.

*****

The crowd is thinning.  It must be getting close to 3:00am.  I find the hairy Asian—my first ass of the night.  We get him in the sling.  I know I’m going to breed him.  I am so ready at this point. 

The lights come up the moment I enter him.  We feel really exposed.  And just how tired I really am sweeps over me.  I kiss him—and tell him the load isn’t going to happen.

*****

On the way back to the condo, I trail a car for the longest time. Its driver has a hard time staying in the lane.  I keep back and away from him.  But then he slows down and I see his Ontario plate:  BRED 172.

Really.