So I started writing up my last
post about October--and life got in the way. I just didn't get it
done.
Since it was a fisting party, here are some fisting illustrations, courtesy of the great Tom of Finland.
And for the record, none of us looked like this.
At all.
Grand Rapids—October, 2021
(This picks up right after
Halloween Party 2)
On
one of the couches is the short, Black, mostly straight young man I saw at the
first all gender party. He would fuck
his girl friend of the moment and allow the gay guys to suck his wet dick. He looks at me, but is attracted by the
sounds of a woman being fucked in the glory hole area. He gets up and goes, nodding to me. I follow.
My cock oozes. I really want to
suck his soon to be wet cock.
The
Glory Hole area is completely dark. We
go behind the partition. I can just make
out a cluster of men. They are semi-circled
around a plump young woman bent over a stool.
Her Dom is holding on to her as men take turns fucking her. She is loud in her appreciation.
The
Dom keeps telling guys to rubber up. And
they are. Including the short young
man. Well, so much for that idea…
We
watch a large doughy man plow her. He
hits the right spot and suddenly she is squirting—on the floor and on the guy’s
legs. It’s hot to finally see female
squirting in person. The man shoots in
his latex sack and pulls out.
A
younger guy goes into her. The short guy
is ready to go next. I watch, stroke a
little, and wonder if anyone has a Magnum.
The
younger guy seemingly can’t find her spot.
He shoots and leaves, clutching his baggie of cum.
The
short guy goes in and gives her a blistering fuck. He causes her to squirt twice. And it’s suddenly too much for her. She calls a time out and limps off, on the
arm of her Dom, to the showers. The men
disperse instantly.
I
wander and find the Cub where I started the evening—watching the bisexual
porn. We don’t stay in the chair—we go
to the table behind it. He lies on his
back and lifts his legs. I kneel and am
at the perfect height to eat his still damp hole.
I
eat. And fuck.
The
Cub groans. “I could shoot anytime
now. You?”
I
try. I would really like to breed
him. But the very act of trying makes
the orgasm slip away for me. But two or
three more strong thrusts into his hairy hole sends him off. He covers his hairy chest with ropes of cum. I bend down and lick some up. It’s delightfully sweet.
He
takes off, telling me to check my phone—he’s sent me his number.
I
wander.
The
crowd is thinning.
I
hear noises in the sauna as I check the movie area next to it. It is definitely fucking I’m hearing. I open the door. Two white men are spit roasting an older
Black man. The guy in his mouth sits on
the bench. The Black guy is bent over
giving head—and taking a nice sized dick up his ass. He is being fucked hard enough that it pushes
him forward and onto the cock in his mouth.
The
anal top sizes me up, never missing a stroke.
“You want some of this hot ass?”
“I’m
looking to drop a load. You want it?”
“He
wants it, trust me.” The top pulls out,
leaving the bottom’s ass lips gaping. I
kneel and stick my tongue in him. The
man pulls off the cock he’s sucking and begs for me to eat him out. He’s been busy. Fuck, how many men have shot in him and
left? I swallow a dollop of cum and push
some more back into him.
“He’s
a whore,” the top grunts. “Fuck those
loads deeper—you’ve got the cock for it.”
I
stand up. This is just what I need.
“Fuck
me,” pleads the bottom. “I really love
cum.”
It’s
music for my orgasmic ears. I push into
his seriously filled ass. I love the
squishy noises it makes as I fuck.
“Breed
him,” says the guy on the bench. “Knock
him up.”
I
fuck a little harder. The sounds of the cum
squishing in his ass fills the enclosed room.
“You
want my load?”
“You
know I do…”
“Fuck
him harder,” from the top.
“Breed
him,” from the other guy.
“Please…”
moans the bottom.
Grand Rapids—October, 2021
(This picks up right where we left
off…Halloween Party.)
A
white guy wearing nothing but an orange jock is standing there. He has a thick beer can of a dick jutting out
to the side of the pouch and his towel on his shoulder.
“You
want another cock?” I bark out.
Osvaldo
doesn’t even look to see who it is.
“Fuck me!”
I
pull out and Orange Jock slaps his cock on the Latino’s wet ass. “Now this is gonna be fun…”
I
take my dick to Osvaldo’s mouth. I watch
Orange Jock spit on his thick dick and push it against Osvaldo’s well used
hole. The girth of his cock stretches
the ass I was just plundering even more.
Osvaldo stops sucking for a moment as he gets used to the size—and then begins
sucking me like it’s the last cock he’ll ever have. Orange Jock is fucking him hard and
fast. An occasional open palm lands on
the bottom’s butt, making a sound that carries through the whole second
floor.
We
attract an audience. The two cock
suckers who did me earlier arrive and stroke.
I make way for one to get some head.
The other tries to crawl under Osvaldo to suck him. I move around to better see Orange Jock
destroying Osvaldo’s hole.
“Breed
him.” Says the guy in Osvaldo’s mouth.
“Naw—just
got here.” He turns to me. “Let me see you fuck him again.”
He
pulls out abruptly. Osvaldo’s hole is
left gaping. I kneel and tongue it. Orange Jock loves this. He pushes my face deeper into the wet,
slippery mess of the puffy hole. I rim
deeply. Stand up. And fuck.
Every bit as hard as Orange Jock had moments ago.
A
new man arrives. A cute cub of a man. He kneads his cock through his towel. I pull out and Orange Jock goes back into
Osvaldo. The cub walks up to me. He doesn’t reach for my cock. He pulls me to him and kisses me. He leads me to a dark corner behind the sling. The cub kneels and takes my ass juice covered
cock into his mouth. I melt at his
tongue work.
“Come
to my room,” I hear Orange Jock say to Osvaldo.
He soon leads him away and the crowd disperses. We are alone in our corner. The Cub is giving me great head. Eventually he stands up and kisses me again—sharing
the flavors on my dick. I go to my knees
and pull away his towel. It’s a nice,
bigger than regulation, cut cock. I suck
it for a bit, then turn him around by the hips.
He knows what I want. He grabs
the chains on the sling and juts his ass out—right into my face. I butt munch on his very hairy hole for a
long time.
“You
want my cock?”
“Fuck
me, daddy…”
I
don’t need more invitation. I stand up,
rub more spit on my cock and press into the hole I’ve left dripping. The Cub groans and pushes back to meet
me. He ass grinds and squeezes my dick
as each inch penetrates. Fuck, I love
men with talent. The temperature of our
fuck sky rockets as I slowly give him every inch of my rigid shaft.
“Damn,
I knew you’d feel good in me…”
I
grunt my enjoyment and begin a nice introductory fuck. But soon I build to a blistering in and
out. The Cub hangs onto the chains and
takes every stroke…
*
“That
was hot—but I want to get on all fours.”
The
Cub is taking me downstairs to the communal room where mattresses are strewn
around the floor. Neither of us bother
to cover ourselves. Our hard cocks sway
as we walk. The room has five mattresses
on the floor—but only one is in use by a straight couple in the far
corner. We take the opposite
corner. He goes right to all fours. Now I can really eat him out. I love how wet he is from the fuck. He groans and pushes back to meet my
tongue.
He
rolls over onto his back. We kiss. Long and with very active tongues. I go back to ass eating, holding his legs in
the air. It’s uncomfortable, so I
suggest he sit on my face. He does, sitting that hairy hole right onto my probing
tongue. He strokes himself, making the
most erotic sounds.
It’s
time to fuck. He rolls to all fours
again. I sink into him. I love the squish sound my cock makes in all the
saliva I have left in him. I plow him
with long deliberate strokes. It is a wonderfully
connected fuck. We even turn down a
third party as we are so into each other.
I
finally need a breather. He lovingly
cleans my cock. We kiss again. He pulls a phone from his sock and takes my name
and number. The Cub gets up, kisses me, then
says we’ll meet up in a bit and goes off for refreshments laid out in the
lobby.
I
go upstairs. On one of the couches is
the short Black, mostly straight young man I saw at the first all gender
party. He would fuck his girl friend of
the moment and allow the gay guys to suck his wet dick. He looks at me, but is attracted by the
sounds of a woman being fucked in the glory hole area. He gets up and goes, nodding to me. I follow.
My cock oozes. I really want to
suck his soon to be wet cock...
(One more post to come...)
Grand Rapids—October, 2021
On the last Saturday of the month,
the bathhouse was once again sponsoring an all gender party—this one with a Halloween
theme. My leather served as my
costume. I was glad of it, too, for it
was a chilly evening. The whole
gathering had a much freer feeling than the earlier mixed gender party I had
attended. I still did not find the right
combo of a bi couple to share, but I was very happy with the men who gave
themselves to me…
I
am upstairs. Watching bisexual
porn. I am sitting in a large
overstuffed chair—the only chair at this porn station. There is a raised platform behind me where
couples have been fucking—so far all men.
I have stroked to the porn and the sex.
More than once the bottom has gotten off the platform, walked over and
given me head after his fuck. One time,
a top followed and fucked the guy again as the bottom blew me. But right now, I am just fisting my very wet
dick.
A
tall, built Black man comes up the steps and stops as he sees me. I recognize him from the walk to my
locker. He was fucking a very loud woman
in the downstairs play area. And here he
is…his eyes riveted to my cock.
“Fuck,
you’re big.”
I
smile and remove my hand to show him all of it.
My cock quivers and beads a drop of precum.
“Can
I suck it?”
I
nod.
He
bends, still standing, and licks the precum out of the slit. His tongue is wet and warm. He realizes he can’t take all of me this way,
so slowly goes to his knees between my splayed legs. It doesn’t seem to be a position he is in
very often. But he gives me excellent
head. His tongue work is hot and
varied. The amount of suction is good,
but he can’t take me deep. He chokes
each time he tries. He finally shakes
his head and comes up for air. “Do guys
really take that thing in their ass?”
“Sure.”
“I’d
like to see that.”
“Check
in at the sling—I am sure I will be using it tonight.”
It’s
his turn to grin. When he stands, I see
that he has tented his Andrew Christian underwear. “I’ll look for you…” He ambles off.
I
get up and move to the chair next to the empty sling. This is a much more private area. Almost instantly I have a white man of my age
on his knees and sucking my cock.
Another comes over. I suck him as
he waits his turn to go down on me.
The
guys switch. I am expecting they will
want to fuck, but no. They, too, amble
off in search of a new person to share.
I
stroke.
“Daddy,
you shouldn’t have to do that.”
A
young Latino, maybe 35, is standing to my side.
He is cute—even carrying a little Covid extra weight. His smile is infectious. He kneels and gives me the best head of the
night so far.
He
pulls off, holding the base in his hand, looking at the cock he has been deep throating. “But this dick needs my ass.” Without waiting for me to respond, he is on
his feet, and sitting on the saliva covered fuck stick. He slides down me. Easily.
He holds a moment and begins bouncing on me slowly. “You feel so good, Papi, so good!”
My
hands reach around and work his nipples.
He moans and continues his gyrations on my cock. When his legs tire, he pulls off me and swivels
around to clean me up. He licks my cock
hungrily. Finally he reaches for my
neck, pulls me down and whispers in my ear:
“This boy loves the taste of his own ass. Am I a bad boy, Papi?”
I
tell him no.
“What
is your name? I am Osvaldo.”
I
tell him mine.
“Fuck
me again, please. I like it rough.”
He
bends so he is holding onto the back of the chair, his fairly hair ass jutting
out. I get up and go around. I fall to my knees and bury my face in his
ass. This provokes a monologue: “Daddy, eat me….that’s right Papi, eat your
boi out…” On and on.
He
is juicy. I can see why he said he loves
the taste of his hole. So do I. It is obvious that he’s been fucked more than
by me tonight, and maybe even loaded. I
dig my tongue in deeper. I force myself
to stop. I stand up and slide into him
again. Osvaldo croons as I fuck. This time I am in control of the speed and
the depth.
I
look up. It’s the bi-sexual guy who gave
me head. He watches. Then he comes around to my side so he can
really see me plow into the hot, wet hole.
I slow down the pounding I am giving Osvaldo and start a much slower
speed, pulling back until just the tip on my cock is left in him.
“Damn…”
Osvaldo
loves an audience. He asks if the other
man wants his mouth. The guy doesn’t
move. He is fascinated by my very white cock
splitting the cinnamon colored mounds of Osvaldo. I pick up the speed again. I rail into Osvaldo, slapping his ass just
once with a resounding whack.
“You
want a turn?” I ask my observer.
He
thinks a long moment before shaking his head and walking away.
“But
I do,” says another voice behind me.
A
white guy wearing nothing but an orange jock is standing there. He has a thick beer can of a dick jutting out
to the side of the pouch and his towel on his shoulder.
“You
want another cock?” I bark out.
Osvaldo
doesn’t even look to see who it is. “Fuck
me!”
I
pull out and Orange Jock slaps his cock on the Latino’s wet ass. “Now this is gonna be fun…”
To be continued.
Near Home—October, 2021
It was inevitable that after
meeting Braydon by chance at the bookstore, we would want to do it again. (That meet is here in The Reverse
Felch.) We set the day and time during
the last few days of October. I drove in
after lunch and was pleased to see a number of cars in the parking lot…
Braydon
is already here. He nods to me as I buy
my ticket and follows me into the straight theatre. I sit for a moment. He hovers on the back wall. There are a fair number of men in the
room. Not one is doing anything sexually
overt. There is not even a surreptitious
squeeze to the crotch. I stand up, nod
to Braydon and we go next door.
There
is one man in here who eyes us for a moment before turning back to the
screen. I sit, spread my legs wide and
haul out my hardening cock. I look at Braydon
standing against the wall. He nods and
gets on his knees in front of me. He
bends and begins giving me extremely good head.
The
other guy watches us. But he does not
want to join. Or even stroke to what we
are doing.
Eventually
he leaves. We take a break. Braydon goes to the arcade to see if he can
find playmates; I go to the straight theatre.
We both return empty handed.
“Let’s
fuck. Show me your butt…”
He
grabs a chair to lean on. He pulls his
pants down and I get my cock back out.
He bends. I kneel. My face plants into his extremely hairy ass
crack. My cock gets harder yet—until it
is almost painful.
The
door behind us opens. A man I know, my
age, walks down into my sight line. He
has appeared in this blog many times as he used to give motel parties—and always
wanted me there. Cam realizes it’s me
and gropes himself.
He
watches me eat. Lick. Spit. Stand.
And enter the wet ass. Even
Braydon’s groaning does not make him unzip.
Obviously he has mistimed his Viagra.
I fuck slowly. Nice long strokes
to let Cam see my cock entering and exiting.
Eventually
he gets hard enough to let Braydon suck his cock. This makes me fuck hard. I also slap Braydon’s ass once to get him
back to squeezing down on my cock.
Cam
suddenly zips up and leaves. I ask if he
shot.
“Nope,
not hard enough.”
I
pull out and kneel to taste his fucked hole.
Braydon loves this—knowing how much his ass juices turn me on.
The
door opens again. A man closer to
Braydon’s age and build comes in—a very furry bear with a goatee. His pants tent instantly. He leans against the wall, watching me
rim. I stand up, slap my cock on Braydon’s
bare butt and push back into his wet hole.
The
new bear unzips with a “Damn…” He takes
out a nice thick dick and strokes it.
“Use
his mouth, man. It’s why he’s here.”
He
moves to Braydon’s head, and is quickly engulfed.
“Oh,
yeah…He’s good.” He stands still and let’s
Braydon do his job.
“You
want to fuck him?”
“I’d
love to—but…oh, fuck!” He begins to dump
his load in Braydon’s mouth. It goes on
and on.
“Don’t
swallow it all,” I bark.
Braydon
knows what I want. When the guy finally
pulls out of his mouth, I pull out of his ass and move to the side. My cupped hand is under Braydon’s mouth. He drools a huge load into my palm—so big I
can’t keep it all on my hand. I look at
the Bear and coat my dick with his semen.
“Fuck…”
he sighs as he sees me fuck his cum into Braydon’s sloppy hole. The hole that was feeling good is now
transformed into the smoothness that only a load of jizz can give. I fuck him slowly—and deeply. I want it to stay inside him. At least for now.
“So
hot,” says the Bear as he zips up. “Thanks.” He touches Braydon’s shoulder—and then mine. “I guess I bred him after all.” He leaves.
I
fuck a little more in the velvety ass canal.
The
door opens. It is the Latino who always
want me to fuck him—and who never cleans out.
And while he still touches his ass as he drops his trousers, he is rock
hard and sticks his foreskin covered cock into Braydon’s mouth.
He
matches my thrusts. Then points to the
ass I’m fucking. I pull out and he sinks
his cock into Braydon. I go around and
feed Braydon some of the Bear’s cum off my cock. I watch the Latino push in—his eyes light
up. He wasn’t expecting a load in him
already. He fucks Braydon hard and fast.
I
indicate I want back in. He brings his
cock back to Braydon’s mouth. I can only
guess how much cum is trapped in the over abundance of skin on the Latino’s cock
head. I fuck for a bit. Braydon cleans cock.
We
switch again. This time the Latino
indicates he wants me to fuck him as he fucks Braydon. I don’t want to risk it—though I normally love
that position.
This
time, after he pulls out the Latino let’s himself be cleaned—but he puts his
cock away and leaves. I sink into
Braydon’s ass. Is it creamier yet? I can’t tell for sure. But my cock goes into overdrive just at the
thought. I fuck into him significantly
harder.
And
blast deep into his hole…grabbing onto him for support.
Braydon reached the milestone of
being added to the label cloud. You can
find all his adventures with me by clicking on his name.
Lansing—October, 2021
A few days later, I got an invite
from the couple I usually see at the monthly orgy. With that group currently on hold, they asked
if I would be interested in a meeting at their house. It would be the two of them, likely the
friend they had lately been bringing to the orgy and anyone I wanted to
invite. I immediately thought of Keshawn—
who I quickly learned was intrigued and available.
He drove to my house—and I drove us
the rest of the way north. We made small
talk as Keshawn cleaned up after hours of driving. When he was ready—we all trooped up the
stairs to their playroom.
I looked around the space as I slipped out of
my clothes. There is a double bed and a
sling suspended from the rafters. The
rimseat sits between the two. There is a
Jim Support fuck bench near the foot of the bed. The men are hot and eager. The couple is just under my age. The top has a dick almost my length, but
thicker. The versatile, Tim, has a shorter,
but thick cock and usually spends the first half of a session fucking and the
last taking it. Their friend is heavily
tatted and tops occasionally—but one of us is usually in his muscle butt. Keshawn is eager to impress his hosts—his massive
cock is hard and swinging. I tuck my
lube into my jock and join the others who are kissing and letting their hands
play over willing flesh…
“Don’t
be surprised, there will be one more of us,” the Top Host tells us. “He likes to arrive when the action has
started. He will mostly watch…but will
play if he gets hot enough.”
We
all make some sort of verbal acknowledgment and go back to the man in front of
us. The Top Host is kissing
Keshawn. Hot Tats is on his knees
sucking Tim. I fall to my knees and pull
apart Keshawn’s butt cheeks. My tongue
connects with his hole right at the same moment he bends to suck Top Host. I get him good and wet. I tongue fuck him until he is whimpering
around the big cock in his mouth. I
stand up and slide into him for the first time today. I fuck him gently. Just hard enough to rock him forward, which
makes him swallow a little more of TH’s cock.
We
spit roast Keshawn for a bit, then TH comes over to fuck him, too. I pull out and let Keshawn clean me off. Hot Tats is on all fours on the bed, taking a
hard dicking from Tim. I reach out and
hold onto Hot Tats as Keshawn licks me clean of his ass jizz.
The
next 30 minutes or so becomes a blur.
Everyone here is a pig. They eat
ass. They love to suck cock pulled out
of an ass. I roll off the bed and fuck
Hot Tats as Tim pulls his cheeks apart for me.
Keshawn comes up behind Tim and fucks him…then he tops Hot Tats, the
moment I pull out. I eat Hot Tats hole
after all the fucking.
When
I come up for air, the voyeur has arrived.
He is late 50’s and flogging a nice dick as he watches us. Keshawn is on the fuck bench, taking Top
Host. Hot Tats has moved to Tim,
sprawled on the bed, and is riding his cock.
I offer to suck the Voyeur. He
let’s me do it, giving me a couple drops of precum. He gets so excited by watching Keshawn—he fucks
him for a few moments as we all change partners once again.
*
I
am under the rimseat. Tim is sitting on
the seat with my tongue up his used ass.
He encourages Hot Tats to ride my cock while he gets eaten out. I feel Hot Tats ass settle down on my drooling
dick. I try not to think about how good my
cock feels—I just zero in on Tim’s puffy ass lips and keep licking them.
Tim
tells Hot Tats to switch with him. HT
brings his extremely used ass up to my tongue.
He doesn’t have a load yet, but it’s dripping like he does what with all
the stimulation his hole has gotten. I
feel Tim sit on my dick, his ass only having my fresh saliva for lube. He sinks to the root—uttering a sigh of total
contentment. I am pretty sure I hear Top Host fucking
Keshawn as I begin to tongue drill Hot Tats.
Tim begins to bounce.
I
lose track of time. There is no place I’d
rather be. Suddenly Hot Tats is pulled
off the seat by Top Host. He fucks his
ass for three or four strokes and pushes him back into place. I am rewarded by his hot manhole giving me
even more of his self lube.
Soon
Keshawn replaces him—the last of the fuck holes on my face. His ass is the least wet. I try to remedy that situation…
*
We
are at the sling. I have fucked Hot Tats
in it—and shared his hole with Keshawn.
When HT asks for a break, Keshawn jumps in and gets his ankles into the
stirrups without any help. I spit on his hole and slide in. We fuck—a nice bouncy fuck—as there are
springs attached to the supporting chains.
Tim
comes over, leans down and sucks Keshawn’s hard cock. Then he steps up on a long bench that is
running from one side of the sling to the other. He swings across so he is straddling the
sling. I could suck his cock if he’d stayed
still. Instead he lowers himself onto
Keshwan’s rampant tool. I begin to fuck
harder. Tim begins to ride Keshawn. It’s a first for me. I love it.
It doesn’t go on for long as Tim’s legs tire fast—but it is incredibly hot.
I
tell him so.
“I
saw it on some porno…” he shrugs.
*
Everyone
in the room is ready to get off. We are
all on the bed—or using the men who are on the bed. The Voyeur blasts first—all over Tim’s back. I mop it up, smear it on my cock and fuck it
into Tim. The Top Host is fucking Hot
Tats. He gives him his load with lots of
rhythmic grunting. Keshawn cleans the Host’s
drooling dick and licks up some escaping cum from Hot Tats abused hole. This makes him hot enough to shoot. He comes over to where I’m still fucking
Tim. I pull out, thinking he wants to
load Tim’s hole. But Keshawn shoots all
over my dick.
I
fuck this load into Tim, too. I pound
him. I am now frothing his hole. There is stray cum emerging on every
stroke. I dip to taste…and plunge my
super hard dick back into Tim—just in time for him to take load number three…
Chicago—October, 2021
Jay, my host in Palm Springs, was
going to be in Chicago during the third week of October. He wondered if I wanted to come spend Friday
and Saturday with him. I said yes. (As it turned out, I could only stay one
night, as I had to return for an unscheduled meeting, as I am still working
occasionally.) Jay had also contacted a
couple we both knew from the piss party hosted in town. I had played with them a number of times
there and during IML. One was total top,
one was versatile.
It took me forever to get to the
north side. I have found Chicago now has
traffic jams at all sorts of different times of day. Maybe it’s that people are now working more
irregular hours. But I made it and
checked in before Jay arrived. I set up the
room while he was busy in the bathroom.
I turned down the play bed and put my suitcase on the one I’d be
sleeping on. I had not brought the sling
and it was a good thing—it would barely have fit, the room was so tight. I had, at Jay’s request, brought the
rimseat. Jay had packed some toys. All was set up by 8pm.
Jay asked me to slide into his ass to make
sure the playing field was clean. It
was. I fucked him rather lazily and pulled
out of him, just as there was a knock on the door…
Steve
and Ray greet us and waste no time in stripping down. I have not seen either for five or six
years—but they are much the same, just slightly greyer. (Aren’t we all?!) Steve, the top, is shorter, with a nice
cock. Ray, the versatile, is
taller. He’s filled out a little
more. Both are around my age, maybe
younger, though I think they look older.
Jay
is on all fours on the bed. He demands
to be fucked. Steve ignores him, walks
around and sticks his hardening cock into Jay’s mouth. I go to my knees in front of Ray. I work valiantly to get him hard. One moment he is rampant, then not so much.
I
turn towards the bed. The fucking has
started. Jay is bucking back onto
Steve. His mouth is spewing a constant
stream of gutter talk. I go over and
shove my cock into it to keep him a little quieter. Ray has moved over to the bed, stroking his
dick, now fully hard as he watches his partner plow.
Steve
pulls out. Ray sinks into Jay’s open
hole. I move and let Steve get his cock
cleaned by Jay. I move behind Ray. My cock is moving up and down his ass crack
as he fucks, my arms around his chest working his nipples.
Soon
it is my time to go back up Jay. I hold
his head down on Ray’s dick. If he wants
to be used roughly, as he keeps moaning, I am happy to comply. I grab his hair and pull him from Ray’s dick
to Steve’s and back again. My cock
impales him over and over…
*
I
am sitting, taking a break, and watching the other bed. Jay is working a long, slender dildo up Ray—all
while Steve fucks him. Jay is attacking Ray’s
ass rather hard. Ray backs off the toy
and gets up from the bed. I stand and
lead him to the rimseat. I murmur
something about soothing his battered hole and crawl under. Before the seat comes down, I see Steve now
using the toy on Jay. Ray sits. I get busy eating out his abused hole. Ray groans and takes a massive hit of
poppers.
His
mouth starts running now, too. He wants
my tongue in him. Deep. To eat him out. To get him ready for my cock. I grease up my dick with my free hand, in
case he decides to ride me. And just in
time. Ray stands and, in one swift movement,
sits himself down on my hard cock. He
pauses for poppers, than bounces on my dick like a man possessed. Steve turns and watches. Jay moves off the bed and in front of Steve
to suck him. Steve ignores Jay, but his
eyes never leave his partner impaling himself on my dick…
*
Steve
and I are taking our last rotation on Jay.
Ray has tapped out. He sits and
watches us use him, kneading his half hard dick. Steve plows Jay, who is back on all
fours. He takes it, moaning to us all how
good it is.
I
take over on his hole. Jay eagerly laps
at Steve’s ass flavored cock. He grunts
out his pleasure.
“Fuck,
I think…” Steve is sure he’s about to
shoot. I pull out and let him push deep
into Jay one last time…
