CLAW Day 4: Wrist Deep

Cleveland—April, 2019

(I needed to take a break from writing after the outpouring of posts I produced in Cleveland.  But there is one final meet that needed to be written up to finish off that trip.)

Sunday.  I was going to go home.  Three night of debauchery should be plenty.  But I realized by Friday, that I was having so much fun, I wanted to stay.  I checked with the hotel.  A couple of clicks on the computer and I was booked for the entire CLAW weekend.

I realized there was one thing I hadn’t done.  My fist had seen no action.  And I had been talking to a hot looking silver daddy on Asspig.  He was staying Sunday, too.  We agreed to a time. 

I wrote on Sunday morning.  And I finally made it to the vendor mart—buying nothing.  I ate early and was set and ready for him.  He was one floor above me in my hotel.  Not too surprisingly, he knocked right on time…

I open the door.  Jay smiles…he seems to like what he sees.  I know I do.  Maybe 5’9”.  Slim, but nicely muscled.  He’s a couple of years younger than I am.  Receding hairline, but the hair that is there is that wonderful iron grey I find particularly hot.  I am in nothing but my boots and the Fukd jock. 

We kiss.  Gingerly at first.  I’ve warned him I am coming down with a spring cold—from too many late nights and too many men.  He’s a great kisser, but I move pretty fast to his ear and dig into it with my tongue.

He strips down to a jock.  He kneels.  He alternates between tonguing and gnawing at the fabric of my jock.  Eventually he works my dick fully out.  He sighs, contentedly, as he hefts it, feeling the weight.  He takes me into his mouth.  Good head.  Better deep throat.  I pump his face lightly when I see that he can take me to the root.

I tell him to get up on the bed.  It’s my ubiquitous start:  all fours so I can tongue the hole with ease.  I warm him up a little working around his tight starfish.  But soon enough I am poking into him.  He melts.  His hole relaxes and I fuck him with my tongue.  My lips seal around his hole and I get lost in the taste and wetness of him.

He’s jerking a little.  I roll him over and am surprised at the sizable PA in his dick.

“I can take it out…”

Hell, no.  I take him into my mouth, easily folding the PA back against the head of his dick.  I like the feel of it on my tongue and the occasional light click it makes as it connects with a tooth.

I stop sucking his cock, roll him back a little and attack his ass again with my tongue.  This time I stand up and insert my dick.  It’s an easy fuck.  Just cock saying hello to his hole.  And his hole answering back with an occasional squeeze.

Sling time.  He’s eager to get there.  I eat his now freshly fucked hole.

I fuck him, running my hands all over his hairy chest and hard nipples.  We lock eyes.  A lot.  Jay is also eager to taste his hole on my tongue.  I lean across him and kiss him.  Hard now.  Demanding.

The moment the kiss breaks I fuck him as hard as I possibly can. 

When I stop, I grab the egg headed dildo.  I grease it up with the lube he’s brought.  It slides in, with only the slightest bit of resistance.  I work it slowly all the way into him—opening him up with a slight stretch.  I add my cock.  His eyes widen, but he takes me easily.  I fuck him hard this way, too.  I pull out and show him the thickness of my cock and toy combined.

I eat his hole.  Juicier now with all the action.  I share his ass juice with him in a deep kiss.

I fuck. 

I grease up my fingers and do a lateral stretch with three fingers from both hands.  He loves this—so I move right to the speculum.  He’s never had one in him before.

I crank it open slowly and play with his prostate.  I love watching his face each time a finger connects with it.  I give it one last crank and surprise him by adding my cock.  I say what I always do about how I love the feel of the cool metal sides and the hot flesh above and below.   But it’s true.  I love fucking this way.

His eyes glaze again.  I am taking him to that good place.

I grease up my hands.

My left goes in far more easily than I would have ever thought.  It’s not much more work to get my right in him.  I begin a hot fuck rhythm of left hand, right hand, cock.  Over and over.

I flirt with adding my cock with my hand in place—but I don’t go fully there.  Just a tease.  Saving something for another time.

I need to piss.  We havn’t talk about WS.  I go ahead…and just piss his ass crack.

“Fuck...”  Jay hisses.  “That feels great…”

He likes it even more when I lick it up. 

And still more when I kiss him.

“Living up to at least half your screen name.”

“You want the other?”

“Breed me and felch me.”

I fuck some more.

I fist some more.

We break on the rimseat.  It’s heaven to eat out his slick hole.  He’s mixed Crisco with mineral oil.  It slips down my throat like cum.

We’ve been at it almost two hours.

“I need to breed you.”

Back to the sling.

I fuck him.

“Do it.  Give it to me.”

I oblige and let fly my last load of CLAW.

CLAW Day 3.3: Return to the Nasty Kink Pig Party

Cleveland—April, 2019

After Blue, I wondered if I wanted to do anything that night.  My cock decided for me.  He was eager to plunder some more hole…so I listened to him…

The second Pit Party is the hour before the fuck party.  I get to the hotel a little early—so I go up a floor and check in on Cowboy Boots to see how his hole is faring.  He is lying in bed.  His roommate is asleep.  We chat.  He knows nothing about where I’m headed.  He decides to get dressed just enough to get down the stairs and join the fun.

I leave him to freshen and head down at 9 pm.  There is no real pit play this time, which is kind of a shame.  We just get to fucking.  I play with a larger Black guy.  He is brand new to CLAW and tells me has never been to a group this size before.  There are only 10 people in the room.  I give him some head and wonder what he will think when the room is so crowded you can barely turn around.   He sucks me, too…and then sees a trim white ass he wants to explore and off he goes.

In the middle of the room, the man who took all the piss in full leather, is topping an older muscle daddy.  I amble over and eventually get to eat the hole he’s just fucked.   I fuck him, too, with Mr. Full Leather working my nipples.

A Latino from last night, though I didn’t mention him in the first post, comes in.  He is as tall as I am.  He comes straight for me.  “You like loaded ass, yes?”

I tell him I love cum in a hole.

“Five,” he says, pulling me to the still vacant big bed.  He kneels on it.  He’s a good looking guy, maybe 35 at the most, with a lovely, hairless ass.  I kneel.  Yeah, I can taste them.  He gives a little push.  I don’t really get any more, but it is a nice thought.  I stand up and fuck in his creamy hole.  You can certainly feel them.  And hear them.  I am making that wonderful sloshing sound that is usually at the end of these gatherings, not at the beginning.  When I pull out of him, he twirls around and cleans my cock.  “So tasty…” he tells me.

Cowboy Boots finds us on the bed.  He gets on all fours…I may be up him first, but he is very busy all night.  The Latino goes off to find another dick and I get lost in Cowboy Boots and his excellent hole…

*****

The boyfriend of the full leather guy is working over the skinniest twink I have ever seen in the sling.  He invites me to fuck the boy.  I do, but it’s a terrible angle, with the sling even lower than usual.  We get the boy out, adjust the sling and get him back in.  That sounds easier than it was for the boy is hooded with restraints on ankles and wrists.  With the sling positioned properly, he now takes my cock much better.  He still howls, but his Master for the night is delighted.

I watch the Master move the boy around the room all evening, having him suck two men here, sit on a dick over there.  I find him next bent over the arm of the sofa.  The Master waves his hand over the boy in that gesture of ‘he’s all yours.’  I eat his ass.  He whimpers.  I stand up and enter.

“Fuck!” he squeals.

He is now taking my full cock.  There was an inch that couldn’t get into him when he was in the sling.  Master slaps his ass.  He tightens around my dick.  I fuck him hard, showing off a little since I am standing in front of the televised porn.  When I stop to catch my breath, I want him to clean my cock, but the zippered mouth opening on the mask is too small.

*****

The guy from Cum Union in Indy is back and finds me.  He always greets me by giving me a mini hand job.  My cock has been busy this weekend, so by the time he does it the third time that night, I tell him he needs to lighten his touch.  He understands—and for the rest of the party he swats me in the stomach with the back of his hand.  We share hole a few times.  I love watching how we use some random bubble butt—white cock, black cock, white cock, black cock.  I make sure to make use of his versatile side and give him a sling fuck, using his hole deep and fast—and then invite others to use him, too.

*****

The guy with the massive dreads is back, too.  I thank him again for the great rim job last night.  This time he spends a lot of time on his knees giving me superb head.  I return the favor as best I can for his cock is so thick.

“You know, I didn’t get to eat your hole last night.  May I?”

He grins in delight.  I slip back down to my knees.  His ass pushes me until I am trapped between the door frame to the bedroom and this black bubble butt covering my mouth and nose.   I eat and show off my rimming skills.  I must be doing alright—he is constantly telling me how good it feels.  He finally lets me up for air.  I know I must have done ok—he asks for my phone number…

*****

I see Dreads again when it’s time for me to get off and go home.

“I know just who needs your load,” he tells me.  He leads me around the room, looking.  We find him conveniently in the sling.  He is a younger, slim man I had fucked early in the night, with him just bent over in the middle of the living room.

This will be great.

The young man’s feet are not in the stirrups they are on the chains.  I eat his smooth ass.  His legs fly up to his chest, pushing his butt towards me.

“He’s bendy,” says Dreads.

He is.  He grabs his knees and grinds into my face.

I am so ready.  I stand up and fuck him.  I blow the load instantly. 

“Fuck, I felt that,” Bendy guy says. 

But the good news is I didn’t, particularly.  My balls just expelled it.  I kneel to eat my cum out of his butt.  I’m right,  my penis never goes down.  My cock is still rigid.  I get some cum in my mouth, stand and feed it to the boy.  My cock slides in as the cum slides into his mouth.

I fuck him hard. 

Harder than before. 

I pull out and bring my cock up to his mouth.  Dreads is there—having been feeding him his cock.  He bends to clean it along with Bendy Boy.

I go back and taste my frothed load.  I lean over and give it to the boy.

I slip in—and have a true orgasm.  Toes curling in my boots.

I stagger home—leaving Dreads felching my load out of the boy…

*****

I don’t think Cowboy Boots will mind me publishing what he wrote me the next morning:

‘Thanks for stopping by my room last night to inform me about the party one floor below.  Stayed till the end with well over 40 loads in my cunt.  I walked upstairs naked with cum dripping down my legs.  Great feeling.  “A great cum dump,” a couple of guys fucking me said, “Nice sloppy pussy.” ‘

CLAW Day 3.2: Blue

Cleveland—April, 2019

I walked out of the Piss Demo thinking I didn’t reek of piss.  Wrong.  I got back to the hotel, showered, wrote a post and got some lunch.  I set up the room, tucking the sheet on top of the tarp, getting the rimseat out from under the sling and placing towels I’d brought with me in easy reach.  I was expecting a visitor at 2:00 pm.  On the dot there was a knock…

I open door.  It’s Blue Bailey—grinning.  He’s in town for some of the CLAW events.  He strips off the moment I shut the door.  We embrace and go into a passionate kiss.  I learn quickly we are both very oral people.  He sinks to his knees and takes me in his mouth.  It’s excellent head.  I rest my hands on his head and let him go to town.  No need to fuck his face—well, this time.

“Can you sit on the seat?” he asks.

This is not what I was expecting at all.  But I’m not about to say no.  I let him get under and sit down.  He feasts on my ass.  His cock goes from hard to granite the moment his tongue touches my hole.  He slobbers up into me.  I have had some great rimming this trip and Blue is a master.  I lean slightly, still making sure he has full access to me, and I lightly finger around his hole.  I could sit there all day, but I want to return the favor.

“Let’s use the bed.  Get on all fours.”

He does.  That famous ass is right in front of me.  I dig in.  Fuck.  I stop stroking my dick and concentrate on giving him the pleasure he just gave me.  I poke and prod and drill my tongue into him.  He seems to love what I’m doing.  I stand and slap my dick against his sopping wet pucker.  His breathing changes.  I swipe some precum onto his hole.  I tell him what I just did, kneel and tongue it into him.  This elicits a groan.  I do it again…but this time I stick the head of my cock fully into him.  I tongue him a littler more, tasting my juices in his ass.

Only now do I stand up and fuck him.  He is an active fuck—he pushes back on me, impaling himself on my rigid cock.  He goes flat to the bed, I stay in him and fuck him some more, then twist him to his side and keep going.  Touching his back and chest – the muscles are incredibly hard.  I don’t play with many guys who hit the gym so regularly.  I love it—and am slightly intimidated.

I lean down and kiss him again.  We roll a little until his head is over the edge.  I take the hint.  I face fuck him.  Slowly at first.  Increasing the speed.  My balls slapping that handsome face.  Blue takes me, seemingly having no gag reflex.

We pause.  Sling time.  His feet are in the stirrups with little help from me.  I eat his hole some more.  I love how it’s opened up with the pummeling I’ve given it.  So I pummel it some more.  I ask if he’s ok with a little piss on his crack.  I assure him I am anything but a pnp-er.  My bladder now has wonderfully clear piss from the Demo.  I hose down his crack and then lick him clean.  I lean over to kiss him as my cock goes back into his butt.

*****

I take my turn under the rimseat.  I think he used some poppers as I ate out his fucked out/pissed on hole.  Again, I had to stop jerking.  There was no way I was going to let myself shoot yet.  Without any prompting from me, Blue stands up and sits on my dick.   He rides me and knows instinctively to bring his freshly fucked hole back to my tongue.

Fuck!  It’s great.  My cock is now totally dripping.

We get up.  I drink some water to cleanse my palette.  I pull the long padded hotel bench in front of the full length mirror.  I want to see me fucking him.  And, frankly, I want him to see this daddy use his ass.

He goes chest to bench, head up.  He watches me push into his wet, wet hole.  Soon his eyes glaze in the best possible way as my cock must be working a number on his prostate. 

We go back to the comfort of the sling.  We fuck.  I tell him I have more piss.  A lot.  I piss fuck him.  I stand still and let my bladder empty into his incredibly handsome man.  I quiver and shake…wondering if I will blow my load too, but I don’t.

He knows what I want.  I get out of his ass carefully.  I get under the rimseat.  He sits.

“Ready, Pig?”  His professional Dom side comes out in force.  He unleashes every drop down my throat, telling me to swallow it down.  He is able to stop it, let me swallow and push more out.  Amazing.  My tongue prods him, desperate to see if there is any piss I missed.

“I want to get off eating your ass,” he says.

“Should I breed you before or after?”

We go for my nut.  I fuck him hard and fast in the sling.  I hope the neighbors are busy fucking as the sling frame gives off a terrific, rhythmic squeaking.

I’m suddenly there.   I blast inside him.  Again and again.

“You want to eat it out?”  I’d told him when we were arranging this meet that, yes I wanted to do that…but now I really want him to keep my cum inside him.

“Let’s get you off.”  I tell him.

Blue goes under the seat.  I sit.  This man I’ve jerked off to for years is now under me, jerking like a wild man as he eats my hole.  He blasts a long distance load—one that spatters my only slightly deflating cock.

*****

He showers.

I mention the blog and if he’s ok with me using his name.

I guess you can figure out his answer…

CLAW Day 3.1: Pissing in the Middle of Class

Cleveland—April, 2019

The Piss Play Skills Class with demos was scheduled at 9:30 am.  I got up at 7, but I still didn’t have clear piss when I arrived at the Flex Asylum, a private play area at the bathhouse in town.  It’s a long room with slings, crosses, bondage tables, etc and at the end, a wet area.  There is a shower up a few steps and a low wall with metal fencing in that diamond pattern—big enough for men to stand on a platform, put their dick though the fencing and piss on the men inside.

Fluid Pig and his Pup arrived.  They were hydrating, but as behind as I felt.  They brought some funnels and hoses.  I had some toys, too.  We started by talking to the 35 maybe 40 men of all ages and types.  One was a great regular at Chicago Water Buddies.  Fluid Pig invited them all to strip down and either get wet themselves or get us wet.

I was bad.  During Fluid Pig’s talk, I motioned for the Pup to come give me head.  He did.  Willingly.

“Great, now I have no one’s attention.” 

But I don’t think he really cared. 

Fluid Pig and the Pup did the first demo.  Fluid Pig pissed in a funnel connected to a long, clear plastic tube in the Pup’s mouth.  That homemade contraption proved a godsend.  They stuck the funnel outside the fence and the class used it for us to drink.

And the pup and I did the next demo.  The crowd gathered outside the fencing.  I told them that I always check the strength of my piss by hosing down either a man’s ass crack or his cock—and then lick it.  The Pup bent.  I let fly over his hairy butt and cleaned him up with my tongue.  The men murmured.  And got bolder

An older man, totally naked,  with a huge cock came into the wet area.  I started to repeat the test of the strength of  my piss by getting two splashes on his dick.  “Just let me drink it,” he chortled.  I pissed straight up and into his mouth.  He swallowed happily.

Others entered the piss area.  One man, who had been in my afternoon class, who had a scraggly beard was dressed in full leather.  “Cover me,” he pleaded, laying down on the wet floor.  Three of us made sure we did, letting it play on his face, hair, beard, open mouth and down his leather jacket and over his cod piece.  His dick was sticking out of it and he was pissing himself, too.

Others came in—some tried a spray over their chest as one of us stood on the steps to the shower and let it rain down on the man.

The guy from Chicago began rolling in the piss with the leather man, wallowing in what was making its way to the drain from other activities.

Being cute and young, the Pup had many men give him a load via the funnel and tube.  Some went in his mouth, more often all over his body.

It was only an hour class.  So once their bladder was empty, men began filing out.

“Can I cover you?”  A hot young man, maybe Latino, in a black singlet with a yellow stripe, asked the Pup.  He willing knelt and put the tube at the top of his head—so it would cascade down his head, neck, back and through his ass crack.  I was there to lick it up so it didn’t hit the floor.    I cleaned his furry ass as much as I could as the Pup writhed with the heavy flow from the Latino.

 

We showered, cleaned up and left.

How did you spend your Saturday morning?

CLAW Day 2.4: Nasty Kink Pig Party

Cleveland—April, 2019

I think the Nasty Kink Pig Parties are a wonderful alternative to some of the other group play options at CLAW.  While I miss some of the sex furniture of a playspace, I love that I don’t have to get my car out and drive somewhere late at night.  And the men pour into the room.  It attracts men of every age and body type.

I powered napped, ate lightly and geared up.  The walk to the host hotel was a little damp, but not bad.  Up to the 14^th floor...

There is a line to get in.  A good thing.  I pay my $5.00 and move to a corner to strip off my flight suit which has been covering my leather gear.  I give my bag to the hot boy who is running the bar and clothes check.  This bedroom contains the open bathroom, a bed people eventually use and the bar.  The lounge is set up with the sling and couches covered with sheeting to keep them clean.  The far bedroom has a massive king bed.  It will soon be ringed on three sides by boys and men on all fours waiting for dick .

The first person I see is a top from the gathering I attend back home in Grand Rapids.  He is happily sucks me to hardness and wishes me happy hunting.  My eyes have been straying to the middle of the room.  The grey haired, bubble butted man I had such a connection with at the Pit Party is bent over in the middle of the room—taking a burly bear up his hole.  The bottom holds on to a friend.  The look of joy on his face as he takes the pounding is hot and somehow sweet, too.   I watch and stroke—I don’t think he’s seen me yet.

The bear pulls out on the edge of cumming—but it’s far too early in the night for that.  He moves around to let the handsome bottom clean his dick.  I move in.  I fall to my knees and bury my tongue in his fucked out hole.  He gasps—and I know that he knows it’s me.  He reaches back and holds my head in place—grinding his used hole against me, saturating my beard with his ass cum. 

I fuck him.  He’s every bit as hot as I expected.  He uses his ass with skill.  He clamps; he goes loose.  He has the sexiest moans, still into his friends shoulder.  I pause in the fuck to move around and kiss him.  Well, I kiss him after I push him down to clean my dick.  I go back up him again.  The first of many fucks in the almost three hours I spend there.

*****

I sample the many asses now ringing the bed.  I often have to wait my turn.   I can’t really see much about them.  I fuck them and move to the next.  And the next.  The hole I just left filled by a new man

*****

A hot guy who wanted to meet up on BBRT is here.  He is of some sort of Mediterranean descent and incredibly hairy.  He’s short, and is sporting a big dick in a dirty jock.  Only later in the evening does he become versatile.  Right now he wants his own hairy ass filled.

I oblige, after a ton of rimming. He loves my dick—but admits he’s a whore, so it was great idea to meet here.  He avidly cleans his ass juice off my cock.  We kiss.  It’s a moment that there is actually room on the bed.  I lie down on the bed and ask him to sit on my face.  He does—grinding his wet hole (he’s had at least one hot Latino up him before me) further coating my beard with hot male juices. 

Then he rides me—pounding himself down on me in a fury.

And then he knows instinctively to sit on my face again—leaning down to clean up my cock.

*****

The tall Black man from the Indy Cum-Union is here.  He was so much fun to tag team any man of my choosing—while also giving me his ass—often with him ending up sandwiched between the bottom and me.  He is waving his big, curved cock at me.  And I mean bigger than mine and with a curve that drives men crazy.  We exchange blow jobs.  We find a leather cub on the bed.  He nods.  I go first.  The cub groans but says my dick is so big.

That’s my cue to pull out and let my friend go in.  The Cub yelps, but takes it.  We happily go back and forth on him as the Cub loosens up and pleads with us to keep fucking him.  I don’t train on my friend this time as he’s fucking—the angle is bad.  I wait until we’re done with the cub and go fuck him in the sling.  Countless men suck that monster cock as I plow his hole…

*****

The Fluid Pig and his boy arrive.  Loaded from the gathering they had at their hotel after the Pit Party.  I finally get to fuck the boy—and fuck, it is worth the wait.  One of those asses made for cock and a boy who loves to be filled.  It takes little coaxing for the boy to sit on my face as Fluid Pig sucks my dick.  I fuck both of them repeatedly during the night.

*****

Another big dicked Black man can’t keep his hands off me.  He has some massive dreads, tied up and mostly under a hat.  He loves to clean my cock after a fuck.  He’s a great kisser.  We exchange blow jobs.

“I want to eat you out and fuck you,” he tells me.

I ask if he’ll settle for half of that.

“You just haven’t had the right dick in you.”

I say perhaps—but tonight is not the time to experiment with that.

We find an empty corner where I can lean on the arm of the sofa.  He’s amazing.  He is right up there with Derrick—which is high praise.  He loves butt—everything about it.  He worships my ass, opening me with a sometimes gentle, sometimes demanding, tonguing. 

“Please kiss me,” I whisper when he pauses to catch his breath.  I do love the taste of my own hole.  We kiss a long time.  I make to get up.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

He gives me his tongue again for round two—harder and deeper.  Only this time, some obliging man sticks his dick in my mouth as my hole is tongue ravished.

*****

It’s late and I want to get off and go to bed.  The Piss Demo is at 9:30 am—a terrible time to be tanked up by.  I need sleep.  My handsome grey-haired man with the bubble butt has been fisting a man in the sling for a long time.  I find him washing up in the bathroom.

I’m blunt.  “Can I load you?”

His eyes light up and he dries his hands and wrists.  We go to the same corner as my rimjob.  He bends, and it’s my turn to eat out a hot hole.  He has tightened back down.  I have to work at it. 

I get him open.

And lubed.

And I give him my cum.

He couldn’t be happier.