Bathhouse Fun, Part Two: "Let Me Load Him For You"

 Grand Rapids—February, 2024

 

(This picks up right where we left off…)

 

The hot young man with the slender dick is on his knees.  He is servicing three men who stand around him.  He goes from one dick to the next.  And the next.  The guys make room for me to join them.  By the next round, he includes me, murmuring “Look at Daddy’s big dick…” before he swallows me down.

I groan as the young man’s lips hits my pubes, deep throating me effortlessly.  I look at the other men waiting their turn to get back in his mouth.  The guy to my left is an athletic looking guy in his early 40’s.   Just as I’m making a mental note of this guy, he reaches out and guides the young man’s head to his short, but thick, cock.  I watch the young man really open wide to take this guy.

“Suck him good.”  It’s the next guy in line to be serviced.  He is likely mid-30’s, with a rather gangly body and a shaved head.  He is in a jock with a nice hard cock jutting out from behind the folds of the pouch.  The last guy is an older bear.  He is very hairy with a short dick, that keeps dripping precum all the time.  As I am standing next to him, my finger swipes across his dick and I bring it to my mouth, making him grin.

The young man pivots again.  In a matter of minutes, he works around the whole group.  He stands.  The athletic guy takes his place.  All of us take turns in his mouth.  When he stands, I go to my knees.  I taste all four men.

The Athletic Guy replaces me on his knees.  He is determined to get the young man with the long thin cock off.  I want him to breed Osvaldo.  But the Athletic Guy wins.  “I’m gonna shoot,” moans the young man.  And he does.  Athletic Guy swallows his load greedily.  When he pulls off him, I bend to lick the last drop oozing from that long dick.

The spent young man and the Athletic Guy go off.  Shaved Head bends to suck on the Bear.  I move around and kneel so I can lick Shaved Head’s hot ass as he blows the Bear.  This excites the bigger guy almost as much as the mouth on his dick.

“Lick his sweet ass, man,” he moans.  I get him good and wet.  He occasionally grinds back on my face as he sucks the dick. 

And Osvaldo arrives.  He stands next to us, his hand kneading the front of his designer jock.  I keep rimming for a moment before I stand.  “Get on the fuck bench,” I tell him.  Osvaldo is more than ready.  He jumps up on it.  They other two guys watch as I eat Osvaldo for the first of what will be countless times tonight.  The Bear moves around and feeds Osvaldo his cock.  Shaved Head stands next to me and murmurs “Eat his ass.  That tongue is so good!”

Osvaldo grunts something around the dick in his mouth.

I stand up and fuck him.  Faster and harder than I really mean too.  He takes it.  And loves it.  Even pulling off the dick in my mouth to tell me to fuck him harder.

The bench is not a good one.   It’s hard and makes the bottom be at odd angles.  Osvaldo asks to move to the sling as he’s really uncomfortable.  We do.  The Bear accompanies us.  Now he just works Osvaldo’s nips as I eat his freshly fucked ass—and fuck it again.

*

We are in his room.  He has a big double bed tonight.  He is between my legs and filming himself sucking me.  Then he props the phone up to his backpack and films himself sitting on my wet and leaking cock. 

I take a turn, holding the camera as I fuck him from behind.  Then he films me eating his ass.  Finally, I tell him I need to not be thinking about the filming but the fucking.  I open the door and fuck him bent over the bed.  Three or four men stop at different times to watch us rut, but no one is brave enough to come inside.

We decide to go up to the medical exam table where we have had luck before with men using his him—not just watching us.  It’s a dark corner of the bathhouse—and it does the trick.  The moment he bends over the table and I begin eating out his freshly fucked hole a man arrives and sticks a dick in his mouth. 

This is my cue to stand up and fuck.  The guy, a thick daddy around my age, is turned on by this.  He has to pull out of Osvaldo’s mouth to keep from cumming.

“You want to put that load in his ass?”

The guy can’t believe his luck.  I pull out and he comes over.  His cock disappears in between Osvaldo’s butt cheeks.  I move around and Osvaldo cleans my cock.

“Holy fuck…” the guy is moaning.  And shooting into Osvaldo.  I move around.  He refuses my offer to clean his dick.  But he stays long enough to see me sink my cock into Osvaldo’s now cummy hole.  I love the new slickness.  I fuck him.  And make him clean the excess cum off my cock.

Another man, younger and thinner, arrives.  He only uses Osvaldo’s mouth.  But he loves watching me fuck while he gets head.  He saves his load.

An older guy comes in.  He watches.  The sight of our fuck gets him hard.  He let’s Osvaldo suck him.  I keep fucking Osvaldo’s cummy ass.

We break and go our separate ways.  Osvaldo knows that some men won’t fuck him in front of me.  He goes off to his room and leaves the door open while he is ass up on the bed.

I go to the sling.  The man who was on the bench when I first arrived is now in the sling.  He’s in his 40’s and in good shape, with a lush head of dark hair.  His ass looks even hotter cradled by the leather of the sling than it did on the bench.  I go over and eat his butt.

“Can you taste the load?” he murmurs.

Honestly, I can’t.  But it makes me work even harder on his slightly puffy hole.  Finally, I stand up to fuck.  I slide into him.  My cock head feels the warmth—the guy, whoever he was, shot deep.  I idly wonder if the hot young man with the long, slender dick had a second load in his nuts.

I fuck.  And fuck.  Until the guy asks for a break.

Osvaldo arrives, just as he is getting out of the sling.

“I have a load, Daddy,” he announces.

He hops in the sling.  I can taste this one.  It’s dribbling out of him.  I lick it up and push it back in.  The dark-haired guy hasn’t gone anywhere.  He is watching me do to Oswaldo what I just did to him. 

I stand up and fuck.  The dark-haired guy’s eyes are riveted to my cock as it saws in and out.  He drops his towel.  He is now hard.  He moves closer.  Osvaldo cranes around so he can suck the guy’s cock.

I pick up the pace.  I am slamming into Osvaldo’s ass.

“I’m gonna shoot.  Let me load him for you…”

I step back.  The dark-haired guy moves quickly and plunges his average cock into Osvaldo.  He is just in time.  He groans and unloads, his whole body shaking as his cock spews out cum.  He slowly pulls out.  He lets me lick up a drop that is oozing out of him.  He moves to let Osvaldo do the real cleaning as I kneel and felch his load.  I am so hungry for it; I swallow it down.

I stand up and slide inside.  There is so much semen in his ass now.  I fuck—and suddenly I am there, too, spewing my load into Osvaldo.  He takes his mouth off the cock in front of him and turns to look at me.

“Remember what you promised…” he blurts out.

I just nod.  I am breathless and can’t begin to put words together.  I rock in place, moving my cock slightly, reveling in the feel of yet another load in him.  My plumbing connects.  I hold still and begin to piss.  Osvaldo’s eyes get big.  He can feel the heat and the weight.  Last time I pissed his hole here he ran to the shower and filmed himself squirting it out.  Tonight, I have other plans.  I let my bladder empty.  I pull out gingerly, keeping it all in his ass.  I kneel.  Osvaldo groans.  He knows what I want.  He sends a spurt of piss, mixed with all that cum, into my mouth.  And another.  And yet one more…making my cock drool the remnants of my load onto the floor…

*

Osvaldo texted me later.  He still had a ton of piss in him after I stopped drinking.  He filmed it again—another geyser erupting out of his hole.  He stayed on after I left—and took at least three more loads…and picture to prove it.

Bathhouse Fun, Part One: Waiting for Osvaldo

 Grand Rapids—February, 2024

The stars finally aligned and Osvaldo and I were both available at the same time.  This is the Latin young man I had met at a bathhouse—and where we have played each time we have met.  He loves to video our fuck when we are locked in a room.  This is also the man who hurt himself with a large toy and had a long recovery when we couldn’t play.  We, of course, agreed to meet at our usual haunt in late February.  We chose not to do a CumUnion night, and I think it proved to be a great choice.

Neither of us have an issue with our playing with other people.  I actively want him to get fucked and loaded for me.  On this Friday, I got there a little before our meet time.  As I was tossing my clothes in the locker, I got a text from him that stated his clean out was taking longer tonight.  He’d be late.  I told him not to hurry—after all, we both wanted the playground ready for play.   I tucked my phone into my locker and shut the door.  I was wearing my usual jock and boots, with a leather wrist band, and the bathhouse towel slung over my shoulder.  My cock was already plumping and filling the jock pouch as I went up the steps to the various play areas…

 

I take a tour to see if anything has changed.  There is lots of porn playing everywhere.  I find the medical exam table, the sling, and an uncomfortable looking fuck bench each in their own nook.  Men are sitting and watching the various screens, towels on.  There is one man, ass up on the bench.  Down a couple of steps is the sauna and a large screen porn viewing area with theatre style seats.  I sit there and stroke to very young European men on the screen.

A handsome man in his late 40’s nods to me.  He has a terrific chest from hard work at the gym.  I nod back.  He watches me stroke.  Soon he moves near me and sits one seat away.  In moments, he is on his knees and sucking my cock.  A guy, coming out of the sauna.  He stops and watches us.  Eventually, the guy on my dick asks if I would come back to his room to fuck him.  I tell him I have just arrived—I would love to do that a little later.  He nods and goes into the sauna.  Almost instantly, he come out with a slightly younger man who doesn’t bother to cover his slender and long, hard cock.  Off they go to his room, but not before the built guy grabs a condom from the box near the stairs.

I watch the movie.  I stroll around the various areas.  Near the medical table I stop and watch a man on his knees sucking the cock of another member.  Finally, I head to the sauna.   It is warm and welcoming, not blisteringly hot.  A well-maintained man of my age is there.  He is nude, sitting on his towel.  I sit next to him on the higher bench.  In moments, he is stroking my cock lightly.  He bends and sucks it, before realizing the side angle is horrible.  He moves to kneels on the seat below me.  He has a great mouth—and I tell him so.

The door opens.  The young man with the long cock is back from being taken to the room.  He takes the seat vacated by the man sucking my cock.  He strokes.  He reaches out and touches my balls, never getting in the way of the mouth.

“He’s good, isn’t he?”  he finally murmurs in my ear.  I nod and gently nudge the more than willing cocksucker to suck my seat companion.  He moves over and sucks the long, slender cock.  The young man takes my cock in my hands and runs his fingers over the wetness left behind from the sucker.  “Nice, Daddy.  You’re even thicker than me.” 

This spurs the sucker to come back to me.  I stroke the young man.  He’s correct.  We are the same length—I just have more girth.  The door opens.  Another man in his 60’s enters, looking very much like the guy on our dicks.  He wastes no time kneeling on the bench and sucking the young man.  I work the young man’s nipples and he has a hand on my balls.  Surprisingly, he leans my way and kisses me.  Briefly, but with incredible passion.

I urge the men to switch cocks.  They do.  I vaguely wonder if they are partners, but am distracted by another kiss from the young man.  Suddenly, the man who came in second, rears up and shoots a load on the floor of the sauna.  He grabs his towel and leaves.  The cocksucker who is left comes up for air.  “Will you fuck me?”

“Which?” I ask, glancing at my hung seat companion.

“You go first,” the young man tells me. 

The sucker bends, taking the young man in his mouth again.  I go to the rough wood floor of the sauna and eat out his plump ass.  This makes the young man groan.  “Get him wet, Daddy.”  I do.  Lots of spit, while I lube my cock.  I stand up and my cock slaps his ass cheek.  I push, slowly, inside.  The sucker stops sucking and gasps out for me to go slow.  I do.  I am a snug fit in his meaty ass.  They young man is smirking.  “I should have opened him up…”

I begin a slow fuck.  The guy goes back to sucking.  I am really enjoying this moment.  I love watching my stroke push the guy forward, down on the cock he’s taking in his mouth.  I pickup the tempo.  He groans around the slender cock in his mouth.

“Fuck him!”

I do.  Harder.  Showing off a little, perhaps.  “Your turn,” I pant.

I pull out.  Fuck.  The guy hadn’t cleaned deep enough for me.  I go off to wash up.

When I’m back, the cocksucker is gone (to fix things, I hope) but the young man is still there.  I sit next to him.  He kisses me again—which leads to him sucking my cock.  He is good.  Even from the more awkward angle of sitting next to me and leaning down.  “That’s a mouthful,” he gasps when he eventually pulls off me.  I move around and take a turn sucking him.  He is super long, but so slender he doesn’t choke me in the least.  My hand reaches around and strokes his ass as I do it.  He moves, allowing my finger to graze his tight pucker.  I so want to eat his ass…

The door opens.  It is the first guy, with the gym-built chest.  The young man was with him for such a short time, I expect him to leave, but his cock is still in my mouth.  I pull off him.  The guy with the great chest bends to suck the slender cock.  I move around and lick GymBuiltChest’s open hole.  The young man reaches down and pulls the full cheek’s apart so my tongue can go deeper.

“Fuck him,” he tells me.

GymBuiltChest groans around the cock in his mouth.  It is definitely an affirmative.

“I don’t have a condom,” I say bluntly.

“Just fuck me,” GBC says, briefly pulling off the cock in front of him.

I grease myself as I eat.  I stand up and slide in.  His ass is wet and inviting.  He squeezes down as I inch my way in.  He also stops sucking until he has my balls slapping against his ass.  I fuck him slowly.  He resumes sucking the long dick in front of him.  I slap the guy’s ass.  I love the way his ass responds, tightening down on me.

The young man gets up.  He kneels to the side.  His eyes are riveted to my bare cock plowing into this guy.  I wonder if he wants a turn, raw this time, but I don’t say anything.  He strokes his cock as he watches me fuck.  And suddenly he is out the door.

“Let’s get out of the heat and back to my room.”

I agree.  We go downstairs.  His room is right off the locker room.  He shuts the door and he takes my cock in his mouth.  It is a short suck.  He’s all about his ass.  He rummages in his bag and hands me a Magnum. 

What the fuck?  He just took me raw.  But I’m good and roll it down my cock.  It’s a decent fuck, but after being in him raw, I don’t feel much.  I really miss his wetness.  He is blissfully unaware, jut feeling full, bent over, his gorgeous chest pressed to the mattress.

Moments later, he pulls off me, thanks me and sends me away.  I check my phone.  Osvaldo is now 20 minutes away.  I go back upstairs to the play area.  I hear moans and slurping sounds.  I follow the noise.

The hot young man with the slender dick is on his knees.  He is servicing three men who stand around him.  He goes from one dick to the next.  And the next.  The guys make room for me to join them.  By the next round, he includes me, murmuring “Look at Daddy’s big dick…” before he swallows me down…

 

(Lots more to come.  Osvaldo isn’t even here, yet…)

Fucking Braydon with an Audience

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Shadow and Light

Remember when I said I’d as good as retired?  

Well, short term gigs just keep popping up.  

Today I have two, so writing up more of my February sex is on hold. 

But it does allow me to share another evocative picture.  Of course, the man is hot.  But the power of the image, for me, is what we don’t (or barely) see.   

 Have a great weekend.  I should be back with a full post on Sunday.

"Fuck Me. Next Door."

 Near Home—February, 2024

 

It was Saturday, the day after my three hours with GaryM.  Good sex, as I’ve mentioned before, can either totally satiate me or leave me wanting more.  This Saturday, I wanted more.  I knew it would be totally different than how we’d played (and that was a positive.)  I took off to the bookstore nearest my home, right after lunch…

 

The parking lot is not as full as I expected; maybe seven cars.  I break tradition and head into the gay cinema first.  I sit in the cocksucker’s chair and haul out my hardening dick.  There is one older man here.  He looks only at me, ignoring the hot men on the screen.  He even does that ‘I’ll-lick- my-lips-to-show-you-I’m-a-cocksucker’ thing.  I nod to him, and then decide to let him.

Instantly, I regret my decision.  The guy is all teeth.  I gently tell him to remember to cover them, but either he can’t or won’t.  I stop his assault on my cock head in less than three minutes.

I leave for the straight theatre.  I sit alone here, except for the man who is here every Saturday.  This is an older white man who strokes his condomed covered cock, while wearing a latex glove.  And if he’s not doing that, he naps, with his head lolling and breathing so deeply, he is on the edge of snoring.

He is currently awake and jerking.  I ignore him and watch the video.  In moments the door opens.  It is a Black man, somewhere between 25 and 35.  He is handsome and lean.  Long dreadlocks are tied up, high on his head.  He watches me for a moment then comes over.  He reaches for my cock, hefts it and says “Fuck me.  Next door.”

He leaves.  I push my cock back in my pants and go after him.  I find him in the dark corner behind the door his jeans pulled down around his ankles.  He has no interest in sucking me—he just wants me in his ass.  And it is a beautiful, plump bubble butt.  I sink to my knees, surprising him, and eat out his shaved hole.  He groans and jerks his sizable cock. 

“I need your cock in me!” he whispers.

I force myself to stop eating his hot, juicy ass and stand up.  I slide in.  He is hot and wet and likes to fuck back on each stroke.  He is bent over now, one hand on the wall supporting himself and the other is working his dick.  I can sense he won’t last long and he doesn’t.  He groans out his pleasure—loud in the tiny space.  His cum is wasted all over the floor.  But as he pulls off me, I manage to wipe a finger across his dick head.  He is surprised once again when I suck that finger clean.  He asks if I have anything to clean up with—and I offer him the paper towel in my pocket.  He is gone as soon as there is no trace of my precum on his ass crack…

*

I am back in the straight theatre.  The latexed guy is now asleep.  Kieran, the married bear who loves to suck my dick, comes in.  It’s been a bit since he was in the playroom.  I spread my legs and let him treat my cock to his expert oral skills.  He spits and sucks and licks until he has to take a break from his bad knees.  He sits in the chair just in front of me.

Another man arrives.  He is white, also a bear, but half our age.  He comes right up to me.  “May I?”

I nod.  He takes off his glasses and tucks them in a pocket.  He gives me head every bit as good as Kieran’s.  Kieran watches the man suck me, groping himself.  Soon he gets back on the floor.  They play well together.  All three of us are really liking how the two are taking turns on my cock.  Then it’s one on my balls and one on the shaft.  They reverse, leaving me coated in spit, that the other cleans up.  They only stop when the hard floor gets to be too much for both of them.  Kieran goes next door.  The bespectacled man sits near me, hoping for more.

I stroke my very wet cock.  The bespectacled young man gropes himself.  The latexed man snores lightly.

The Latin Top, who I know from playing in the Grand Rapids group, comes in.  (This is the same shaved head top who allowed me to eat his ass until I shot the last time me met here.)  He is likely mid-thirties to just forty.  He sits next to me and pulls out his thick uncut cock.  I am ready to suck some myself, but Latin Top beats me to it, going to the floor and sucking my dick.  This really arouses the interest of Bespectacled Sucker.  He stands up and walks over.  He goes to his knees.  Latin Top pulls off me, stands up and feeds the man his cock.  I stand up two.  Now two dominant men are demanding attention.  Bespectacled Sucker is in heaven.  He goes back and forth on us.  I cup Latin Top’s ass with my hand and massage it as we both get blown.

And then I blow it.  I push too deep into his throat.  He gags—and actually spits up the deep throat saliva we have made him produce.  He apologizes profusely.  As do I.  Latin Top smirks and leaves the room.  Bespectacled Sucker mops up his face and some of the spittle on the floor.  I am thankful it was nothing deeper from his stomach…

*

I find Latin Top getting blown by Kieran in the gay theatre.  Kieran is sitting on a chair.  Latin Top has shoved his pants down around his knees.  I see it as an invitation to rim his ass while he gets sucked.  I go to my knees.  Latin Top bends slightly, still in Kieran’s mouth, but giving me better access.  I get his hairy hole good and wet.

I stop when Latin Top straightens up.  I stand next to him, thinking Kieran will do both of us, but he is so intent on getting LT off, he pays no attention to me.  LT grabs my hand and places it on his wet ass crack.  My finger instinctively works into his hole.  He groans and grabs Kieran’s ears.  He fucks his face as I finger fuck him.

I move around, thinking I would eat him out some more.  LT grabs my dick and guides it towards his hole.  (He had told me at the GR group he gets fucked, but never by guys my size.)  I press forward, but the angle is wrong.  My drooling cock keeps sliding across his tight pucker, not fully into it.

But that’s all he needs.  In moments he is giving Kieran what must be huge load.  His whole body shakes.  I hold onto him, grinding my hard cock against his full, young ass as he continues to spew his cum into Kieran’s mouth…

Guest Writer: FP Knows What GaryM Needs

 (So, as promised, here is GaryM’s take on our play session…)

 

FP Knows What GaryM Needs

Despite the unpredictable Great Lakes winter weather, with a snow event just the previous day. I found myself making the journey once again, on dry roads, to FP's playroom. There was something extra special this visit. An anticipation that knew no bounds. Perhaps a comfort level after my previous visits or some level of hunger that I knew FP could more than satisfy. However I may try to explain it, it was very real and powerful.

 After the usual preliminaries, I crossed that threshold into the playroom where FP was waiting expectantly for me to drop to my knees and show some proper appreciation, which I happily provided.

 Normally we would then proceed to the fuck bench where I would kneel and present my ass for his (and my) distinct pleasure. But this visit, I was in such a state, I requested we immediately head to the sling. My entire life focus at the moment was FP's cock deep in my ass.

 My legs in the stirrups and I in the perfect and favorite position for his assault. After an appropriate amount of rimming me with that talented tongue and driving me nearly over the edge, there it was...that perfect cock knocking at the gate. The first couple inches tentative, knowing better than me that I needed a moment to adjust and then my insistence that he bury that cock deep in my hole. He did...and I was in heaven. 

 For those of you that have had the pleasure of being fucked by FP, you also know this man knows how to fuck. An uncanny ability to vary that fuck and know when to fuck gently and when to slam with a force that hits spots you never knew existed. This is what I had been waiting for ever since that last visit.

 Then more of that soothing tongue on my used hole, followed by my demand to clean his cock which he happily obliged.

 My turn now is to get him in the sling and do what we both love so much. 

Rimming. Start with his balls, thoroughly licking them and slowly, (very slowly), working my way underneath at the base which he finds so sensitive.  I continue my journey towards that expectant flower, but of course I stop there. A slow tantalizing trip all around that pucker, just teasing. I hear the poppers opening and he is preparing himself to slip away when I finally cross that threshold.

I can't recall exactly how I proceeded because you see, I am lost as well. I've wanted to dive into that hole and it has taken all my willpower not to.  I'm certain he felt my warm breath on his hole and then suddenly the slight touch of my tongue. He's moaning now and I can't resist any longer. When my tongue begins its assault and I use every trick I can think of to please this man.  I can't even guess how long this lasts and only reluctantly ends because his legs get tired in this position.

 We both need a break at this point and take the time to try something new. 

FP wants to hang the fuck bench from the sling frame. It takes some adjustment to get it set up at the proper height but eventually we succeed.  I'm the lucky one that gets to try it first. It's very different from the leather sling but equally as enjoyable.

 Time for some toys. I had brought some mostly because they feel so totally different when someone uses them on you as to how they feel when you control them. We used a nice assortment which had the ultimate effect of leaving me open and gaping. FP has one thing I had never tried, a considerable length of heavy chain which I was very interested in trying. Mostly because of the sheer weight. He very slowly and carefully fed me the chain and it is difficult to describe the feeling.  The cold hard links set off some totally new sensations deep in my gut. I then felt so totally empty and used. I demanded he fill me with his cock which was such an incredible contrast that his onslaught felt amazing.

 FP tried the bench for some additional rim action and he seemed to enjoy it as well. But his long legs soon began to quickly tire.

 At this point I could barely stand and needed a moment to rest on the bed and just enjoy some of the ever present porn. I absentmindedly began stroking my cock while watching and becoming quite aroused. Then suddenly to my surprise my ass felt so empty. I spotted FP's egg-shaped smaller dildo and without a moment's hesitation jumped up, grabbed it and shoved it forcibly in my hole without any additional lube. (My hole was already flowing with coconut oil nothing additional was required.)  I think I even surprised FP when I did it but he only laughed. 

It's exactly what I needed and I was suddenly feeling quite refreshed and frisky. 

Only then did I realize what FP was doing—getting the floor cushions and rim seat out. I was more than ready. Still plugged and very hard and there I was on my back as his ass was being lowered onto the seat, his ass cheeks spread perfectly for easy access to the prize. A hit of poppers for both of us and I couldn't control myself. I felt like a starved animal. I was feasting, I was stroking, my legs raising up in almost uncontrollable spasms. FP used that moment to simultaneously slap the base of that plug still buried in my hole. It took every fiber of my being from cumming at that point. I had to immediately stop stroking.

 Why did I stop myself, you ask? Because I wanted FP's cock in my hole and I needed his load. I jumped back on the sling/table and FP was immediately inside me completely. He suddenly held very still and I was a bit uncertain why until to my complete surprise I realized something very warm was filling me up.

Oh gawd...the perfect ending...a piss fuck and fuck he did. I was babbling at this point, begging for it and with a huge hard slam he gave it to me.

 I was enjoying this moment so much I really was so overwhelmed I couldn't concentrate on getting off myself. I knew then what I really wanted was to clean that clock and enjoy all those flavors. But for a moment FP was much too sensitive to even pull out, let alone let someone suck his cock.

 After a moment he managed to oblige me and I hungrily enjoyed myself. Then I realized, I just had to get off. I felt ready to explode but needed some help. I asked him to use the favorite egg head dildo on my ass and he quickly went into action.

He began a true assault on my hole with that toy. He knows I like it hard and he gave me exactly what I needed. I exploded all over my chest and the last thing I remember is begging him to keep fucking me.......I didn't want this to end.

 As I later shared with FP. This was the most intense, pleasurable visit that we've shared so far.  Of course, I usually always feel that way after we've played.

GaryM's Three Hour Play Session

 My Playroom—February, 2024

I was so drained (in so many ways!) after the piss party, that I took some days off from looking for sex.  But I was ready to go again by the end of that following week; a good thing as GaryM was making another trip to the playroom.

Friday morning, he sent a text saying he was on the road.  There was so little traffic and road construction, he was at my doorstep before the appointed hour.  He went down to the playroom to strip off while I did the same up in my bedroom.  I added my usual boots and leather wrist cuff and shrugged into my Bulldog harness.  Then I covered my slightly engorged dick with the jock that reeked of the piss party.  I tromped down the stairs…

 

GaryM is waiting, looking at the piss porn on the television.  He has a jock and harness on himself.  And socks.  The cement floor is very cool, even with a warmer than usual February.  I pick up the mat used for the rimseat and toss it on the floor.  I sit on the bed and spread my legs.  GaryM kneels on the mat.  He stares for a long moment at the mounded pouch of my jock.  Slowly, he brings his face to it, sniffing.  It’s a heady aroma of dried piss, sweat, ass jizz and cum trapped in the fabric.  He groans in the back of his throat and begins to lick it, bringing the juices back to life.  He tongues it, chews it, and sucks at it.  Finally, I twist the now wet fabric off my hardening dick.  GaryM begins licking every inch of my throbbing, growing flesh.  He licks my balls.  And under them.  The entire shaft.  The drooling piss slit.  Only then does he start to actually suck my cock.

He begins to squirm as my cock goes deeper into his throat.  He twists on the mat, partly from excitement and partly to find the right angle to take more of me.  Finally, he pulls off me, panting. 

I suggest the sling. In our correspondence, he has told me he is not as good on his knees on the bench for taking cock.  I help him in, snapping the stirrups into place.  I kneel and my tongue connects with his twisted pucker.  I drill into him.  For a man who takes some large toys, he has remained incredibly tight.  My tongue slowly begins to make him loosen up.  I slather coconut oil on my dick and stroke as my tongue pushes and prods.

I stand up.  My cock head slips into him.  I hold in place. 

“Give it to me,” he groans. 

I push the rest of it into him.  My balls grind into the wet flesh I had just been tonguing.  I hold again—and then begin a slow in and out.  I finish the first fuck at a hard driving tempo.  GaryM can’t look away from the mirror above him, well, that is until I pull out and bring my dick around for him to lick again.  He licks up the mix of cock jizz and ass juice with relish.

I go back to his hole and go to my knees to taste him again after the first fuck.  I eat him out for a long time before I grab the black butt plug.  I grease it up.  GaryM groans as it goes into place.  “Just what I wanted,” he moans, “stretch me wider.”  I beat on the base of the plug with my fist.  GaryM moans as it vibrates deep inside him.

I work it out and fuck him once more.  Harder.  Deeper.

This time I stay right there to taste what my cock has done to his hole—how it has made it so much looser, and the ass lips puffier.  I grab the dildo he gave me, a big curved rather realistic looking cock.  Realistic until you get to the bumps on the flared head.  And the ridges on the shaft.  I lube it up.  He takes it, panting and telling me to fuck him with it harder.  I do.

I pull it out.  I think about following it up with my dick, but remember he has brought some toys that are on the bed.  One is a very long, very slender wand in copper colored silicon.  I grease it up.  It slips easily into his now gaping ass.

“Are you going to double…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence as my rampant cock is already joining the toy.  It makes for a nice stretch and a great double fuck.  I try it out both above and under my cock.  I love how softly it caresses the underside of my cock.

As I finally pull out of him, I murmur, “You need to lick my ass.”

We exchange places.  I get in the sling and let him go to work on tonguing my tight butt.  I keep trying to shoot some piss while he’s down there, but it’s not happening.  I relax and just let him go to town on my underused hole.

We take a break.  The padded bench is sitting to the side in pieces.  GaryM and I now take the sling out of the frame and hang the bench, as a padded fuck table. 

I help get him up and on it.  He likes the difference in feel, a different kind of support.  I rim him briefly and fuck him hard.  I grab another of the toys he brought—a big black toy shaped vaguely like big horse cock.  GaryM is ready for it now.  It goes into him deeply and easily.  I love the look of something so large inside him.

“I want to try your chains.”

We decide to start small, with the medium sized links.  I grease them up.  He helps hold the end as I work each link individually in between his swollen ass lips. 

“So heavy…” he murmurs. 

I put all but the last five links into him.  I tell him he has over a foot of chain in him.  He groans.  At both the mind fuck—and the actual fuck. 

“Now come the fun part.”  I pull as slowly as I possibly can.  Link by link it emerges.  GaryM huffs and puffs with each link.  Finally, they are all back in the palm of my greasy hand. 

“Again?”

He groans out a “yes…’

*

I decide I want to feel the fuck table myself.  I get up into it for another brief rimming.  I do like the support of the table—but I miss the leather of the sling wrapping itself around me.  I don’t let him do me for too long this time here—I’d rather get out the rimseat.

As I set it up next to the bed, GaryM grabs the eggheaded dildo I usually use to DP guys.  He greases it up and slips it inside himself before he gets under the seat.  He eats my ass with abandon.  Sometimes I stay upright and let him go deep—other times I bend slightly forward and work the toy in and out of his hole as he continues to eat me out.

*

We’ve been playing for over two hours.  Almost three.  I need to get off.  We fuck, with GaryM on the padded table still hanging in the sling frame.  I am at the point I feel my orgasm building, and then it slips away.

I rim him again.  I stand up and slide in.  In just three or four thrusts I shoot.  But it’s just jizz being ejected from my cock after all the play, not the overwhelming feeling I crave.  I go back to my knees.  I can taste my jizz oozing out of him—and that does it.  I stand up just in time to slide back in and shoot some more—this time with every nerve ending screaming.

I pant.

But I stay in place, holding onto the sling frame.  GaryM is working on his dick.  He wants to shoot with me inside him—and that is fine.  I don’t trust my legs enough to pull out. 

And suddenly the piss I wanted earlier begins to flow.  I can’t stop it.  I am emptying my entire bladder in his ass. 

And he loves it. 

He jerks faster and faster as his guts get filled.

GaryM begins shooting, right as my dick goes from pissing to dribbling deep inside him…

*

As I have in the past, a few days later I asked if he wanted to write up this session, too.  He sent it to me almost immediately.  I can truthfully say I haven’t read it.  It will be posted next time and we’ll see if we remember things the same way…but from his perspective.