Rimming the Blond

Indianapolis—December, 2019

After the piss fuck with Alejandro, I let things dry overnight.  I packed and got out of town before rush hour.  I did a brief trip to Michigan to get my license plate renewed.  By the time I was on the road back to my temporary digs, I was horny.  Rampant and horny.  I couldn’t stop thinking about the wet fuck of the night before.

It didn’t take much for me to grab an early lunch and stop at the bathhouse…

I am sitting in the steam room.  The steam is running full tilt.  With the darkness and the clouds of mist, I can see nothing.  My body melts into the tile on the bench.  I sense, rather than see, a man come around the corner.  Moments later he is between my splayed legs and sucking my cock.  He’s hungry.  He’s good.  He makes sexy wet blowjob noises as he takes my entire length down his throat.  And holds me there until he chokes.

And again.

When he comes up for air this time, I blindly find his head with my right hand and push him down to my balls.  He licks them, occasionally trying to suck one into his mouth.  I inch forward on the bench to give him better access.  He takes it.  He gets under my balls with his tongue.  He is licks my perineum, leaving it wet.

The steam shuts off.  His tongue keeps inching down.  He wants to lick my hole.  He keeps going back up to my balls, and then leaves a trail of spittle which I can feel, even with the steam, as he goes slightly lower with each back and forth.

The steam is clearing quickly.  I can’t really see him for he is below me, with my legs on his shoulders.  He is just about to connect with my ass…

“Hello, Daddy.”

Standing in the thinning swirls of steam is the blond, bearded boy I played with on a previous visit.  My cocksucker, would be rimmer, comes up for air with the interruption.  He glances at the blond.  You can tell they know each other.  The man on his knees is my age, just as thin, but has lots more hair on his head.

“Suck his cock good,” the Blond tells him.  He comes closer to me and stands on the bench.  His cock is right in front of my mouth.  I suck it as the man below goes back to my cock. I let the blond fuck my face.  But I know what he really wants, long before he does it.  He turns and grinds his meaty ass into my face.  He bends slightly so I can tongue his pucker.  He groans loudly, making the sound echo on the tiles.

My cock sucker stands up and sucks the Blond.  I feel him taking his cock as I eat out the Blond’s hole. 

“Let me turn…”

He steps carefully to the side and then straddles me again.  His wet cock goes back into my mouth.  He arches his back as the busy tongue of my Cocksucker pokes into the hole I have left just as wet.  At one point the Cocksucker goes back to my dick.  Just as he stands to eat ass again, the steam starts a new cycle.

None of us want to stay.  We are all feeling too hot, but no one wanted to be the person to break it up.  We dry off in the sauna.  Then, after a stop at the water fountain, the three of us troop up the stairs to the public sling.

The Blond gets in it.  I kneel to tongue his ass.  The Cocksucker bends over him to suck his cock and eventually his nipples.  I prod into his now very open hole.  We have matted the hair all around what was once a pucker and now is a slightly gaping slit.  I delight in the ease I can get my tongue deep into his guts.

We reverse, the Cocksucker and I.  The Blond stays in place.  I bend and kiss him before I do anything else.  He revels in the taste of his ass on my tongue—moaning deeply in the back of his throat.  I love hearing the sounds of the rim job as I lick and chew lightly on his nipples.  I do his arm pits.  Only then do I suck his cock.

The two of us change again.  I take a mouthful of his precum with me and stick it up the Blond’s sloppy hole.  This time, I don’t go to my knees on the hard floor, I just hunker down, keeping my feet on the floor.  The Cocksucker, though, does not suck the Blond.  He is on all fours under the sling and sucking me.  He makes enough noise for the Blond to know just what is going on:  “Suck him good…” he whispers between moans as my tongue fucks him.

And suddenly the Cocksucker stops.  I am surprised, but keep on slurping on the wet hole in front of me.  Then I feel him. He is on his back and worming his way between my legs.  I spread them slightly and lift myself up.  He positions himself—and now I am sitting on the Cocksucker’s face. 

Fuck, this is a treat—to be eating a hot ass while a hot tongue is poking into my own.  We can’t hold it for long or I’ll suffocate him, but it is incredible.  I find my tongue doing to the Blond, whatever the Cocksucker is doing to me.  If he goes deep, so do I.  Rimimng around the hole—I match it.  He is moaning into my ass.  I am grunting my pleasure into the Blond, who is now breathing really hard as he jerks himself.

The Cocksucker taps my thighs.  I get off his face just enough for him to slide out.  I go to my knees and never stop rimming the hole.  I think the Blond may blow a load very soon.  I feel the Cocksucker’s mouth getting me wet.  Then he’s gone again…until he’s turned and has backed his ass onto my dick.

Fuck!  That’s hot.  “I had to feel you in me…” he mumbles.

The Blond stops jerking.  “Are you fucking him?” he asks me.

My face leaves his ass long enough to say “He’s fucking himself.”

“Shit…Fuck yourself on that big dick,” he grunts out and redoubles his jerking.

The Cocksucker pushes back on my dick.  He has taken my entire length quite easily.  He grinds his butt against my pubes—and then slowly pulls halfway off me.  Back and forth.  He begins to pant.

I moan into the Blond’s ass.  Between the extended play and my not having any control over the fucking, I feel like I could give him an ass full of cum quite easily.  The Cocksucker pushes and pulls a few more times, then pulls off me.  He eagerly spins and cleans my dick of his ass juices.

The Blond is totally aware of what is happening.  It drives him over the edge.  He spurts a huge splatter of cum onto his hairy chest.  The Cocksucker stands up.  He points his hard cock at the Blond’s chin and, with a couple of jerks, shoots a wad of semen on his neck and chest.  I have stood up.  I grab my wet dick and jerk.  In moments, my cum is mixing with the other two.

I look at the Cocksucker.  He grins and together we begin licking up the mingled juices…before we kiss…

Alejandro Gets Piss Fucked

Chicago—December, 2019

I made it into Chicago in good time.  I thought I would be closer, working in Indiana, but I was wrong.  With all the country roads I had to take to get to a highway, it was about the same time into the city as it was from where I live in Michigan.  I had booked the same uptown motel that is near the leather bar on the north side (where the piss party is held.)  I just had room to set up the sling on one side of the bed and the rimseat on the other.  Both got a tarp beneath them and an old sheet on top of that to keep the piss contained.

Alejandro had spoken to a man he’d met at the piss party last year.  He wanted more piss and cock certainly, but he also wanted the guy to act as cameraman.  He wanted our meet recorded.   The man agreed, was excited by it even…until 23 hours before we were to meet and he began to have a sore throat.  Sigh.

Cruising through BBRT once I was set up, I found there was a breeding party going on at the motel.  Three tops hosting one cumslut.  I went up to their room, hoping one of the tops might be persuaded, what with Alejandro’s hot ass, to film us.  But no.  They were far too busy doing drugs to care about actual sex.  I left quickly.

Alejandro arrived from his own hotel—so he could deep clean in privacy.  He looked great.  Sometimes we’d had some sort of role play to get us into it.  Not today.  I shed my robe and was in boots and yellow jock (sent to me by a reader.)  I got him down to his new white jock, which would soon be stained…

I get him on the bed.  He rolls over and gets on all fours.  My tongue dives into his ass crack, still moist from the shower.  He groans and takes the first of many hits of poppers.  I spit and tongue and work his tight hole open.  I stand and prod him with my wet cock tip.  I go right back to my knees and lick up the precum I’ve left behind.  I have flavored his hole with the very essence of me.

We move to the sling.  I piss a little on his hole.  He whimpers each time a stream of hot liquid hits him.  I lick it up, poking some of it into his ass.  He groans out “Fuck me with that thing.”

I lube up as I keep licking.  I stand—and slowly work about half my length into him.  I wait until he nods and fuck him with shallow strokes.  It’s not enough lube.  He tells me to find his lube injector in his bag.  We fill the syringe like tool.  Once it’s full, I deep lube his ass.

Now he can take me.  I slide in and begin fucking.  Deep, long strokes.  Alejandro loves the taste of his hole.  I stop every few minutes and let him clean my dick. 

I go back to his ass and fuck.

Then clean it with my tongue  He’s self lubing like crazy now.

Back to fucking.  Harder, now.

I rim his hot, precum-coated hole.

I fuck again.

“Piss in me.”

I slow down the fuck strokes until I am just rocking into his guts.  I will myself to piss.  Finally it comes.  Filling him.  More and more.  His guts are awash in my piss.

I fuck a few strokes.  Some splashes out of his ass on the backstroke.

I carefully pull out, using my hand to keep his hole closed.  I kneel—and let go.  My mouth is blasted with my piss from his ass.  I swallow it down.  I have to swallow fast to keep up with it.  He is pushing it out in one huge torrent of pale yellow water.  As if finally slows, I save some in my mouth and spit it on him.

He groans.  I fuck a little in his hole, then pause to take a long drink of water. 

I come to the side of the sling and begin licking his pits.  He has been deodorant free for days.  I lick his acrid pits and kiss him.  I piss a splash or two on his left pit.  I lick it clean.  And suddenly his PA-ed cock starts to spurt piss.  Gallons of it.  I lick some off his chest.  I take some directly into my mouth.  I let him coat his entire upper body with it.  I clean him up a little more with my tongue.

Still it is coming.  I move his cock for the last stream to go down his ass crack.  When it finally stops, I lick it up.  Alejandro is floating in the sling, there is so much piss between him and the leather.

I help him up and he dries himself a little.  We want one more piss fuck.  He bends into the sling and I fill him once again.  I want to drink it again, but this time from the rimseat.  I get under.  He sits.  The light is blocked out.  My tongue touches his hole.  He is playing with me.  He is squeezing himself shut.  I prod him again and the hole opens.  A gusher.  I clamp my mouth around his puffy ass lips and form a seal.  The piss just pours into my mouth.  I swallow rapidly.  I don’t let a drop go to waste.

When we get up, we are both panting, as if we have run a race.  His hole is feeling very used.  But he wants a cum load.

With all our play, I have never bred him—it’s been more about piss than seed.  But not now.  He jumps back into the wet sling.  I briefly eat his ass.  His hole is wrecked—gaping and puffy lipped.    I lube up.  I slide into him.  I gasp as he grips my slippery cock with his ass muscles.  I pump…and in minutes I spray my seed into his hot mancunt.

The aftermath.

A moment of piss fucking....

Back to the New Bookstore

Eastern Illinois—December, 2019

Around the top of the month, I had some exciting news.  Alejandro, the piss pig from the east coast, had solidified his plans and would be coming to Chicago for a wet session at the top of next week.  I was excited.  And just thinking about it made me need to blow off some steam.  I had the day off, so I decided to try the new bookstore again.

I left mid morning.  It was a bright, sunny winter day.  I stopped in a rest area, just before my exit, for the lunch I’d packed.  With the change to central time, it now just noon.  My cock shifted in my jock as I drank the last of my hot tea.  I wanted to see what kind of lunch time crowd might be there. 

I arrived ten minutes later.  I paid my admission and went through the thick metal door to the two theatres.  I found the bathroom in the pitch black hall and pissed.  There were four or five men seated in the straight theatre and one standing behind the low wall.  The gay side was empty. 

I went out to sit with the other men.  Not one had his cock out, but there was lots of groping of slightly tented trousers.  I sat in a lone chair, set my water bottle down and unbuttoned.  My cock sprang free.  I spit in my hand and began to shamelessly stroke in front of the others…

The porn is good.  We watch a big dicked man use a very small Latina in every hole she has available.  I am very aware of different sets of eyes glancing in my direction and then back at the screen.  One man pulls his coat from behind his chair and puts it in his lap.  His hand remains under the garment.

Another man leaves by the outer door.  A third, a good looking and well dressed older man, goes to the restroom.  He doesn’t come back—but there has been no sound of the outer door.  He has to be on the gay side.  I wait another moment—and go into the other room.

I can’t see him at first—he’s not sitting down.  He is standing in the darkest corner behind the low wall.  I lean on the wall and watch the movie.  God help me, it’s a movie where the guys have to act.  I ignore it and glance over at the man.  I can now just see his hand is in front of his crotch.

I wait a moment for him to make some sort of sign. 

Nothing. 

I pull my cock back out and show it to him.  I really want this distinguished grey haired man to bend over and suck me.  I move closer to him.

“Suck my dick…” he whispers.

I go to my knees and take his Viagraed cock into my throat.  He has a nice mouthful.  His soft fingers find my ears and hold on.  It doesn’t take much to get his load down my throat.  I clean his dick and he pats my head.  He moves away before we are discovered by anyone.

And that seems to be the key here with anyone over 40—don’t let your neighbors see you doing anything gay.

I sit on the gay side for a bit, but the movie is short on sex and long on set up.  I go back and sit in my first chair.  Slowly the rest of the room empties—but for the man behind the low wall.  Could he be stroking?  I move to the other secluded area in this theatre—another low wall on the side of the room.  I look right at him.  I can see the struggle in his face.  He wants to play—but should he?  Who is this guy?  I move slightly and bump into a chair I couldn’t see.  I sit down.  I’m lost to his view—but will he see it as an invitation? 

I wait.  I’m turned so I can see the movie—just—over the wall.  Suddenly, with his hand covering his crotch, the man appears.  He is in decent shape for his 50’s, balding, and a little doughy around the waist.  But he kneels between my splayed legs and sucks my cock.  I let him.  He’s a little toothy around my flared head, but he’s doing okay.  He strokes himself as he does it.

His knees tire.  I stand and help him up. 

I take a turn on his dick.  It’s still soft.  His balls are huge—so I lick them, too.  “Don’t!  I will cum in your mouth!” he hisses—though the theatre is empty.  He begins to pant.  I take his soft dick back in my mouth and he shoots—never remotely getting hard.

Time passes.  I am still off to the side, leaning on the wall.  Men have come and gone with no interest.  I sit down to find my water bottle as I want to move.  Suddenly a big man is by my chair.  He must have come in when someone was going out for I hadn’t heard the door.  He has the biggest, hardest cock I’ve seen today.  It’s sticking out of his fly and he is moving towards me.  He grabs my shoulders and pulls me onto his dick.

Just in time, too.  It explodes.  Had he been jerking in the other room and didn’t want to waste his load?  He thanks me, slurring his words, and leaves—tucking his wet cock back into his suit pants as he stumbles for the exit.

I go to the gay side.  The movie is new.  And better.  I stay behind the wall.  Two men come in the main door.  They both come in here—not the usual routine.  One is a big hairy bear in his late 30’s.  The other man is around the same age, short, wiry and has the longest, bushiest beard I’ve seen in ages.  The Bear comes right to me, glances at Bushy Beard and goes to his knees to suck me.

This guy is good.  And likely gay.  Bushy Beard watches us and feels himself up—but doesn’t unzip.  I grab the Bear’s head and fuck his face.  I hear him unzip and jerk as he sucks my dick.

“Lick my balls,” I whisper.

He does, reveling in their smell. 

Bushy Beard moves to us.  He taps the Bear on the shoulder who stands up.  I go to my knees and suck the Bear’s thick cock.  Bushy Beard unzips.  The Bear’s pants fall to his knees, pushed by BB.  I can hear BB lube up a finger.  He intends to fuck the Bear.  He jabs it into the man’s ass.  The Bear groans and gives me his load.  Do none of these men have any control?

I clean him up before the Bear heads to the bathroom.  I stand up.

“Let me fuck you,” Bushy Beard hisses, grabbing at my ass.

I shake my head.  “I’ll suck you, though.”

He’s disappointed, but takes his hand away from his cock.  He’s a good size and uncut.  The foreskin has not pulled back.  I go down to my knees.  I work the hood off his cock with my tongue.  The skin is thicker/tougher than any foreskin I’ve ever touched.  “That’s right,” he croons above me.  “Suck that dick, boy.”

I use lots of saliva and lots of suction.  He surprises me, too.  He’s pretty damn easy to get off.  Not as fast as the other men, but still in a hurry.  His load is big and salty.  He surprises me by pulling me to my feet, grabbing my dick in the slippery lubed hand and kissing me full on the mouth.  I give him some of his load, thinking he might jerk me as we kiss. 

Nope.  He turns and goes to wash up.

I sit and stroke to the new gay porn.  I am alone.  No one on either side.  A scrawny, shaved head guy, a little older than me, comes in and instantly crawls between my legs and sucks my dick.  He’s good.  I just get the feeling he’s gotten everyone off in the arcade—and is now going for the men in the theatre.

“Come back here.”  He stands and pulls me up, leading me back behind the wall.  He leans on it, arching his back towards me.  I kneel and tongue his ass.  He hasn’t had anyone back here today.  His pucker is tight—until my tongue gets at it.  I break it off and stand.  I am more than ready to fuck.  No mention of condoms.  I slide into his hole.  He groans and bucks back.  There is no wait period for him to get used to me—he wants me to fuck—Now!

I give it to him.  Over and over.  His ass bounces with each stroke.  “Fuck me!  Fuck!  Fuck!” he chants under his breath.  I pull out to taste his hole again.  I shouldn’t have stopped.  Dirty.  And too much to ignore.  I go to wash up.  He is gone by the time I come out of the bathroom.

I move to the straight side. 

I wait.

Not too long. 

A man comes in.  He’s tall, late 50’s, rather too dressed up for being here.  He leans on the back wall.

“She sure can take it.”

This begins a verbal critique of the video.  He covers how well made it is, how well she takes dick, how she had better do anal, how he could write better dialogue and how the camera must add inches to the guys on the screen.

To some things I respond as we are the only two men here.  Some I ignore.  And some observations get a noncommittal grunt.  But it’s endless—I take a break to the gay side to get away.

Nope—he follows me.  The video with the bad dialogue is back on.  This sets him off.  We lean on the low wall as he blathers on.

I have had enough.  I’m ready to go.  But on the off chance…“Did you want your cock sucked?”

It sounds loud in the empty theatre and it shuts him up. 

He doesn’t know how to respond.  “I…”

I kneel.  “You’re hard.  I can tell.”  And he is.

He unzips.

It’s the biggest dick of the afternoon.  And he says nothing the entire time I suck his dick.  Nothing, that is, until he explodes deep in my throat...

The Words He Shouldn't Say: "Try Pissing In Me."

Indianapolis—December, 2019

After all the public sex in bathhouse and bookstore, I was ready for a good connected bit of one on one play.  Marshall was out of town, so I kept returning to the profile of a man with who I had had quite a bit of conversation.  He loved watersports, no LOVED it as he typed it to me.  He had a sling he could put up in the basement and there was a drain in the floor.  There was a partner, but he’d be away.  From his stats, Liam was a little younger than me, tall and well built. The pictures showed a jungle of hair all over his body.  That alone got me hard as I thought of drops of piss clinging to it all as I licked it up…

We arranged a time.

It was an easy drive in.  I took the rimseat, something he didn’t have.  Liam answered the door naked but for a blue jock.  He looked just like his pictures.  But he was nervous.  He showed me the set up downstairs.  The sling was crammed in, between the stairs and the laundry facilities, not ideal but I had just enough room to work around two sides of it.  The rimseat stayed packed in its bag upstairs.

“Get on your knees,” I said, “I’ve been drinking all the way here.”

That’s when it began going downhill.  Liam had never done watersports.  At all.  He had watched a few video clips of piss.  He didn’t want it in his mouth, but he thought he’d be ok if I would piss on him or in him.  I went back up to get out of clothes as he got in the sling.  I made sure I put my boots back on for the basement floor was filthy.

I ate his hole.  I pissed on it.  Licked it up.  So far so good. 

I fucked him.  He loved it.

But he was dirty.

I waited as he cleaned.

We fucked again.  I thought my cock was suspect as I pulled it out a second time, but he cleaned it, high on constant popper use.

“Try pissing in me.”

I had a bladder full.  I let it go deep in his guts.  He loved it.  I fucked him full of piss.  He loved that.  I pulled out to bring my piss covered cock to his mouth—and my piss exploded from his ass.  He was spectacularly dirty and now so were my legs.  There weren’t enough towels.  We trod carefully up the stairs to a wonderful two man shower.  I cleaned up first as he tried to mop downstairs.  Then he cleaned up.  He took me into their shared bedroom and got up on all fours on the bed.  I valiantly tried to fuck his newly cleaned ass, but I couldn’t do it.  I sped up my thrusts and faked shooting a load in him.

And left.

I hope he got it cleaned up before the boyfriend got home…

*****

I go to the bathhouse.  I shower again.

I sit in the steam.  A bearded blond man, maybe just 40, is there.  We eye each other.  He sinks to his knees and takes me in his mouth.  He can’t get enough of my cock.  I briefly suck his regulation sized one.  We leave as the steam kicks into high gear.  I follow him into the sauna—and that’s when I see his pale ass, flecked with blond hair.  Mounds of flesh needing my tongue.

He steps up on the bench to get to the top row of seats, putting his ass right at eye level.  I lean forward and my tongue connects.  He melts.  He kneels on the seat and I dig in.  He grunts and groans and encourages me to get his hole sopping wet.

I do.  I tongue him deeply.  He jerks as I tongue fuck him.

We break and then do it again in the TV room.

And at the sling.   Now I’m sure I will get inside him.  But no, he’s tells me he’s a top—but loves his ass licked.  I sigh, but it doesn’t put me off.  I ream him out once more, the chains clanging…

*****

We meet up again in the dark porn room.  He puts one foot up on the bench.  With two other men watching I eat him out again.  He jerks.  In earnest this time.  He shoots.  I get my hand under him to get a palm full of jizz.  He lets me wipe it on his wet ass crack and lick it off.

I walk downstairs with him to the showers.  “See him?”  He points to a muscle bound hulk of a young man.  “He’s a bottom I breed all the time.  Let me introduce you.”

He’s as good as his word.  The bruiser grunts hello, then his eyes bulge as he sees my dick.  He bends with a “Fuck me!”  I slip in, nod to the blond bearded man and give the muscle guy a fuck that makes him spurt all over himself…