Four Wet Pigs in a Playroom

 Lansing—May, 2024

The next day, I had more sex.  It was good on Monday, when there were just the two of us in the playroom, but Tuesday there were four of us in a bigger playroom.  And it was wetter…

I had been invited to join the couple I had met and played with so often at the Grand Rapids group.  I had been to their home before, but not for some time.  Top Host is as tall and as thin as I am.  He is hairy in all the right places, including his chest.  His cock is my length or so, but the girth keeps getting thicker and thicker towards the base.  Tim, his partner, is a couple of years younger.  He has a slightly thicker build, with a great cock that he tends to use until someone plays with his beautiful, thick ass.  It takes two hands to spread those cheeks apart. 

I was told the day before, that they had found an additional player.  He was a man around our age, rather bearish in build and a shaved head.  He was versatile.  He’d had some prostate surgery—he could no longer cum.  But if a cock hit his prostate repeatedly, he pissed euphorically.  He has a very common name, so I have christened him CumPisser for this tale.

I went right up to the playroom.  In a room that originally was likely for the maid, they have a wonderfully laid out playroom.  A sling hangs from the rafters.  There is a double bed, the same brand of fuck bench as mine, a rimseat and a massage table.  Since the last time I was there, there are mirrors in more places.  A toilet and shower are in a room to the side.

Top Host and CumPisser are there, putting a play spread on the bed.  Both are naked but for jocks.  I strip quickly.  Tim comes up the stairs, having left his clothes behind downstairs.  He is in a jock and a leather harness.  Top Host is now standing still and letting CumPisser suck his cock to full hardness.  I move to Tim and let him do the same for me…

 

Mouths are everywhere.  CumPisser has joined Tim working on me.  One is on my balls the other on my shaft.  Top Host has moved behind me and is hugging me from behind, his huge erection between my ass cheeks.  The guys shift positions.  Tim now sucks his partner, I am in CumPisser’s mouth.  He takes me deep, choking himself with my dick.

He pulls off me, trailing deep throat spittle.  “Fuck me with this,” he begs, winding the spit around my shaft.  He flops on his back on the bed.  I pull him to the edge.  He grabs the back of his knees as I kneel and eat his hairy ass.  It is ready and slightly gaping the moment my tongue enters him.  I lick and spit.  I hear movement around me.  When I stand to fuck, I see the others have joined us, each holding a leg so CumPisser and be more comfortable.  I enter him.  His eyes widen.  I barely pause.  I am sure that he’s already been fucked by Top Host, maybe both of the guys, before I got there.  I increase my stroke.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he croons.  “Right there…”

I pound harder—and it does the trick.  CumPisser does just that.  Piss shoots out of his cock and pools just below his pecs.  I lean down, my cock still in him and slurp it up.  The moment I am done, I pull out and let Top Host fuck him.  I stay there, first holding a leg—then kneeling to clean Top Host’s dripping cock when he’s done.

Tim pulls me over to the fuck bench.  He gets on and I kneel to eat his ass.  I stay there for a long time, licking and spitting.  Finally, I stand.  I enter him, sliding easily into his very wet hole.  He gasps—and I wait.  I begin a slow fuck.  I am standing where I can watch the fucking happening on the very big screen television at the end of the room.  I match my strokes to the guy on the screen, starting slow and speeding up when he does.  I just don’t shoot in the six and half minutes it takes my screen counterpart to breed.

I hear sounds from the sling, which is just out of my vision.  I slow down the fuck.  I eat his hole again.  Tim tells me he wants piss in his ass before the day is over.  I nod.

I move to the sling and watch Top Host fuck CumPisser.  I am there as he shoots piss again.  I lean over and lick it up.  I don’t swallow; I feed it to CumPisser.  He is surprised and delighted.

“Fuck him,” says Top Host.  He pulls out.  Again, I clean his cock—and stay on my knees to rim CP.  He groans.  His hole is now super wet with all our juices.  I stand up and fuck.  I make him shoot piss twice…

*

The sex is almost a blur as we constantly change partners, lick different holes or poles.  I change holes between the two of them. I fuck on the bed, at the sling and on the fuck bench.  The two men taking our dicks are turned on by the sharing as much as the tops are.

CumPisser is in the sling.  Top Host is fucking.  CP’s cock is very hard.  Tim steps up on a chest that is under the sling.  Standing, he straddles CumPisser’s body facing him.  He sits on the thick hard cock.  Top Host pulls out of CP as he sees his partner impaled.  Tim bends slightly forward and Top host pushes his cock into Tim’s ass along with CP’s dick.

“Take two,” he grunts out.  I am standing to the side.  Jerking.  Enjoying the show.  They fuck—both dicks remaining in his hole. 

“Your turn.”  Top Host slides out.  I replace him.  I push a little and CP plops out of Tim’s ass.  But he goes right back in—and I push again.  Tim’s hole opens up and I am inside.  He gasps.  I groan.  CumPisser makes guttural noises of sheer delight.  It is one of the best DP’s I have ever had.  They rarely work for me.  But my cock is sliding up and down CP’s girthy dick and being squeezed by Tim’s muscle hole.  It’s great.

But it’s a position that can’t last long.  Tim needs to stand—and he does, releasing both cocks.  I bend and clean up CumPisser’s cock—while sliding my cock into him.  I fuck him until he shoots another load of piss…

*

It’s late in the afternoon.

Top Host is fucking CumPisser in the sling.  I am once again in Tim, as he kneels on the bed.  I hear Top Host groan—then bellow out his cumshot.  I turn and watch his body shake as he loads the wet ass he’s buried in.

“Go felch it out,” Tim whispers.

I don’t need any more encouragement.  I go to them. I gingerly clean Top Host’s cock.  I dive into the cum dripping ass of CumPisser.  I lick up all that is dribbling out—and share it with the man.  He sucks my cummy tongue with the hottest moans, deep in his throat. 

I slide into him.  There is no way I’m not fucking in his cum-filled ass.  He’s slick and now super wet. 

“Breed him,” says Tim.

I’m glad he’s fine with it as I usually like to save my load for the host.  And it’s a good thing, for I really can’t stop thrusting.  My cock knows what I need to do.

In moments, I’m there.   My balls shoot as if I hadn’t cum for a week.  I fire again and again and again.  CumPisser is shooting another round of piss on chest, too.  I smear it through his chest hair with the hand that isn’t holding the sling chain for support.

Eventually, I pull out.  I felch some of my own load.  I share it with CumPisser, dribbling it into his mouth.  I pull out, my cock swaying and still dripping.  I haven’t lost my hardness. 

“Get on the bench,” I tell Tim.

I stick it into him.  I know I can’t fuck as it is now softening.  But I can piss.  I am filling him.  Emptying my entire bladder.  Giving him just what he’s asked me for…

“Please. I’ve Always Wanted to…”

 My Playroom—May, 2024

I got home tired, but safely, after the huge IML piss party.  I went to my meeting on Sunday and found there were about 3 and half minutes of it that applied to me, but I did meet some of the people I will be working alongside.   I also heard from the beautiful young man.  He had remembered FelchingPisser and sent me his phone number on BBRT.  In moments we were texting and he seemed turned on by the idea of my asking to post his ass pics with the write up. I wonder if he is reading this now…?

By Monday, Memorial Day, I was ready for sex again.  I thought about Teddy, the man I was often using as a cumdump at the bookstore.  He had reached out a number of times to meet at the house, but it was always so last minute I couldn’t make it work.  Today was a holiday, I wrote to him, did he have time?  Did he want to bring his boyfriend?

He was working but was sure that he would get off early.  He would keep me posted.  Well, he worked late.  He took a co-worker home to another city.  Then he drove home to clean up.  The boyfriend wouldn’t be coming—he was in a mood. Finally, Teddy was ready to start south.

By the time he’d get here, it would be far too late in my book.  But I had napped in the afternoon.  I wanted to unload.  I told him to come along.  It took longer than he guessed, but finally he was at the door…

 

He strips off in the playroom.  I realize that this is the first time I’ve seen him fully naked as we are always at least partial dressed when he’s bent over in one of the cinemas.  I think he works outdoors from the tan line on his arms.  He is a tall man, likely early 40’s, with a little extra weight on him.  I am naked but for boots and the very fragrant piss party jock.  I am lying on the bed.  He kneels, now naked but for socks, between my spread legs.  His warm tongue licks the jock.  I tell him where it's been.  He loves the idea of wet, group sex.

He pulls aside the fabric and swallows down my half hard cock.  I erect in seconds, making his throat feel full.  He come up for air and begins working his tongue over every millimeter of my dick.  Up and down and in the piss slit.  All around the balls.  Under them.  Halfway down my perineum and up again into a deep throating of my now drooling cock. 

He is in no hurry.  I relax and let his mouth explore me.  He licks me all over one more time.  This time he’s a little closer to my asshole with his tongue on my taint.  Once again, he swallows me down and milks my dick with his throat.

We move to the fuck bench.  I don’t think he’s been on one.  I help him get in the most comfortable position with his knees farther up the bench, to lower his ass.  He settles in and I kneel behind him.  I feast on his warm ass crack.  His hole is open and ready.  I stand up—and slide in.  He gasps.

“It feels different here,” he pants.  “Better.”

I hold a long time and begin to slowly move in and out.  Faster and faster.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror on the side wall where he can see me and my cock plowing him open.

“Like that?” I ask.  “Like seeing yourself be used?”

He mumbles an affirmative as he opens the poppers I have given him (a bottle left by another trick.)  I fuck harder and harder.  I stop and pull out.  “Bring it here, sir,” he pleads the moment I am out of his ass.  I walk to his head and offer my wet cock to his waiting mouth.  He cleans me up, groaning in pleasure and lust.

I rim him. 

I fuck him again. 

He cleans my dick.  I do the ‘leave a lot of spit on it, I’m not adding any more lube’ routine.  He blisses out as I sink back into his ass…

*

We go back to the bed for another round of him licking my balls and sucking my cock.  This time his tongue grazes my asshole.

“Do you want to rim me?”

“Please.  I’ve always wanted to…”

I get in the sling.  He kneels and feasts on my hole.  He tells me he rims his partner before he fucks him—and prefers his tongue in his asshole than his dick.  It’s fine by me.  He is good at it—and his love of it is communicated with every movement of his tongue.  I lie back and watch him work in the mirror above.

We change places.  He relaxes in the sling, once he decides to use the stirrups.  I eat his hole.  I fuck his hole.  He cranes around to clean my cock. Once he does, I turn and let him give my ass another lick, too.  Then it’s another round of fucking.

His hole feels like he might be able to take two.  I grease up the egg headed dildo.  It goes in easily—but there is no way I can add my cock with it.  I fuck him with the toy and then my cock.  Pushing one in—then the other.  Over and over.

We take a break for water.

I pull out the rimseat.  He’s never been on one.  He loves the spread of his hole on my face.  He relaxes and let’s me eat him out.  I encourage him to ride my cock and come back.  This is slightly awkward for him, but he does.  I love how my dick reinvigorates all his ass juices.

“Can I eat your ass on this thing?”

We switch around.  Now he really understands the spread of the seat and how much deeper his tongue can snake into me.  He can’t get enough—but it’s getting very late now.  I know that if I don’t breed him soon, I won’t be getting off.

We go back to the sling.  I lick him briefly—and fuck him a lot.  I am close, but can’t get over the edge.  I pull out and eat his ass again, jerking furiously.  I stand up and fuck.  And I’m there.  I fire into him.  Not a huge load, not a ‘every nerve on end’ load, but just a nice ‘thanks for the fuck’ load.   

The moment I pull out and bring it to his mouth to clean, his hand snakes down and feels the wetness of his hole.  He cleans me up—and then he sucks his exploring finger.  I ask if he wants to get off.  He doesn’t.  He goes home, un-showered, reeking, in the best way, of my cum…

IML: Piss Party--A Very Wet Conclusion

 Chicago—May, 2024

 

(This picks right up where we left off.  Click if you need to read Part One)

 

I look down at Tall Guy with Tats.  His eyes are rolled back in total bliss.  I bend down, still inside his ass, and lick up some of the piss eddying in the hollow between his pecs.  I slurp happily, before my cock tells me to keep fucking.  I stand up and build to sling rocking fuck-speed.  The piss rolls off his body and puddles under us.  I fuck on and on, only stopping as I don’t want to shoot yet.

I help him up and out of the sling.  We hug and go our separate ways for a bit.  I feed piss to an older guy in the other back corner.

I fuck a barrel chested 50-Something in the sodden sling.  He delights in my dick and calling me a ‘Hot Mother Fucker’ every few thrusts.

Two men offer to clean me up as I pull out of his ass.  I let them go to work on me.  One takes the shaft and the other my balls.  I tell them to reverse.  They do, thrilled that I told them what to do.  I feed them a little piss.  I love having them both on their knees in front of me and begging for it.  I try to give them equal shares of my clear piss.  First in one—now the other.

“Now kiss.”  They do.  Hungrily.  Passionately.  I walk away as their tongues clean the other’s mouth…

*

I find TGWT bent over sucking a hairy daddy.  I eat his ass.  He instantly knows it’s me.  I slobber into his hole.  And fuck it.  Pushing him deeper on the thick cock in front of him.  The hairy daddy loves this; he even reaches down and pulls TGWT’s cheeks apart so I can go deeper. 

Suddenly I stop.  I give him just a tiny blast of piss into his gut.  He groans around the thick cock in his mouth.

“Did you do what I think you just did?” asks Hairy Daddy.

I nod an affirmative as he grins in delight.

I hunker down to taste my handiwork…

*

I am back by the sling.  I am watching a hot 40-something guy get railed, hoping I can go up him next.  I turn away and survey the whole scene.  The place is awash with piss.  It’s everywhere.  Men are sucking and drinking.  Some are chatting as they re-hydrate.  Others are bent over and getting fucked.  I love the bigger, more active crowd.  And I really love giving some of these men the only piss they will get all year.

I look back at the fuck, stroking my cock.  The guy in the sling makes eye contact.  I think he wants my bigger dick inside him when his current fuck finishes up.  I glance back at the crowd. 

In front of me is the most beautiful young man in the room.  He’s tall-ish, and in incredibly shape.  His pecs have seen countless hours at the gym.  As have his abs.  He wears a jock, mounding his cock beneath.  He’s Latin, his hair is dark and lush on his head.  We lock eyes.  I take my hand away from my cock.  It sways, pointing at the young man.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes, Sir.”  His hands instinctively go behind his back.  He drops his gaze to the floor.

“Then get over here and do it.”

He takes a step in, kneels and lovingly takes hold of my cock with both hands.  He looks at it for a long minute before he guides it into his mouth.  Then his hands go back behind his back. 

I have had a lot of great mouths on my dick.  And his is one of the best.  The suction.  The wetness.  The sheer love of doing what he’s doing communicates with every slight flick of his tongue.  He deep throats me for the first time.  It’s effortless.  Like he just unhinged his jaw.  I let him suck at his own speed and rhythm. 

We are attracting a crowd.  Guys are jerking themselves or each other as he sucks me.  Finally, he pulls off my shaft, takes a deep breath and licks my balls.  He doesn’t try to suck them into his mouth.  He licks them.  And under them, lifting the sack slightly to slide his tongue over my cock ring.

Then it’s back to deep throating.  This time I grab his ears and begin a slow face fuck.  He moans out his approval.  I pick up speed.  I go as deep as I can on the final stroke and pull out, brings long strands of deep throat spit.  I wrap them around my cock.

“Clean it up.”

He does.  Savoring it.  I face fuck him again.  Nice and deep.  He chokes this time.  I pull out.  Even more strands.  I wrap them around my cock and he swallows me down.  He sucks me.  He licks my balls.  Again, he lifts them and flicks his tongue around the cockring and the top of my perineum. 

I pull him up to his feet and give him a quick kiss.  “Boy, do you get fucked?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You want this cock in your ass?”

“Yes!  Yes, Sir!”

I can’t believe my good luck.  I move away from the high counter I’ve been leaning against.  Now the young man uses it for support, jutting his gorgeous ass out for me.  I fall to my knees.  He gasps as my tongue finds his hole.  My hands have to pull his muscled cheeks apart.  I force my way into his tight pucker.   He gasps again.  My hand cups the bulge in his jock.  He’s caged under that jock.  The thought that his cock is helpless turns me on more than I can say.  I redouble my efforts, spitting more and more saliva into him.

I stand up.

From the crowd: “Fuck him good!”

“Give it to him!” 

“Fuck, yeah!”

I slide in.  It’s electric.  I bottom out.  He has taken me to the root.  He squeezes down in welcome.  I fuck him.  Slow.  Then fast.  Harder yet.  He takes it with the slightest whimper. I pull out.  He spins around and cleans my dick.  I pull him up into a kiss.  Hungry.  I spit in his mouth.  He asks for more.  I give it to him.

And another fuck. 

And a deep rimming.  We kiss again.

Then he whispers in my ear: “May I lick your ass, Sir?”

I don’t answer, I just brace myself against the high counter, just like he did.  He goes to his knees and his gorgeous face is buried in my hairy crack.  I hear the gasps from some of the men watching.  And one of them pisses on us.  It sluices down my arched back and forms a waterfall through my ass crack.  He’s there trying to keep up with the massive amount of piss.  When the stream stops, he gets down to business, rooting deep into my hole with his tongue.

We kiss afterwards.  I think that’s it.

But instead, we go behind the screens to the bench that runs along the side wall.  He wants to ride my cock.  He does.  He cleans my cock.  I lick his freshly fucked ass.  He shyly asks to rim me again.  “I don’t do this often…” he confesses, “but with you….”

He eats me out—with me on all fours on the bench.  I hope for more piss, but it doesn’t happen.

We spend a long time together.  I keep telling him I don’t want to monopolize his time here.  But he doesn’t care.  We fuck once more, with him bent over and pleading for it…

*

I am looking for Tall Guy with Tats.  I have saved my last big piss load for his ass.  And my load.  But he’s gone.  I need to breed and hit the road.  I find beautiful boy tucked under the bar, sitting on the foot rest, drinking piss and sucking cock.  He smiles when he sees me.

“I want to load your ass.”

“Yes, sir.”

We go to the wet canvas sling.  We haven’t fucked here.  He hops in.  I eat his hole.  He groans.  I rise up.  I fuck him.  Gently.  Knowing the hard fuck is just moments away.  I speed up.

“Give me your load, Sir.  I really want it.”

“…So close…” I mumble. 

My fucking builds.  Hard and intense.  He takes it.  And asks for it harder yet.

And I am there.  I blow what has to be a huge load after the more than three and a half hours of play.  My cock can’t stop firing.

I stay in him a long time.  I bend and kiss him, my cock right where it wants to be.  And that’s when I begin to piss…

*

We find each other, dressed, in the bathroom.  I am pissing once more for the road.  He wants to give me his number.  I tell him I’m lousy with remembering digits.  I tell him to remember FelchingPisser.  He grins.

And he does.  The next day, I find his number on the hook up site.  We chat about the blog. And he sent me these pictures of his ass for your entertainment…

IML: Piss Party One -- Getting Wet

 Chicago—May, 2024

I had a lazy Saturday morning at Seth’s.  I showered, made tea and wrote a few notes for the last post.  I checked in with Keshawn about time and place for our Sunday meet. I napped a little, stroking Seth’s cat, curled up next to me…

I also got a text that pissed me off.  My July work gig wrote saying that an assistant had not mentioned to me a mandatory meeting that happened long before I started—and it was this Sunday.   At noon.  I would have to go home right after the piss party.  I packed the sling and rimseat, not in a very good mood. 

I thanked Seth profusely and left for the bar where the party was held.  It was starting earlier for IML, so that the host could get more people through the door.   As most men can’t play for four and half hours, he could let new men in as the sodden, cum-spent men left (and never go over the limit of 80-somenthing in the back bar.)

I was the third man in.  I stripped and stowed my clothes in my gym bag and left it with the cute coat check otter…

 

I fill my water bottle from one of the big thermal tanks set out on either end of the bar.  Men are wasting no time in getting here, stripping down and tanking up.  Already, in the dark corner by the emergency exit, I see a younger man kneeling and drinking piss from a big bear of a guy.  The feeder makes sure that while most of his stream goes in the guy’s mouth, a lot is allowed to run down his chest and soak the pig’s jock. 

I am closer to the main door, where there is the coat check and the inflatable wading pool.  The moment I notice it is empty, I see two men step into it and kneel.  Mouths open and eyes pleading.  I walk to the other end of the room to make sure the sling is up.  It is. 

I gulp some water.  I see the slightly older bear couple I knew from these parties and saw again on my trip to Palm Springs.  (I went to a barbeque at their incredibly beautiful house—where piss was the dessert wine of choice…)  I go over to talk to them.  And grope.  We hug and chat and soon the bottom of the pair is on his knees, coaxing my cock out of its pouch.

“I just want to say hello…” he murmurs and takes me into his mouth.   I love getting hard in an experienced man’s mouth.  I harden up with just a few flicks of his tongue.  He stays still and just lets my cock fully harden deep in his throat.  Only then does he really lick and suck it.  I chat with the top in the relationship and am introduced to a friend of theirs, all while my cock is being made thoroughly wet. 

They wander off.  I get some head from a guy in his 40’s.  He asks for piss.  I think I might be ready and warn him it might be strong.  That does not put him off—it excites him.  It’s not a lot—but he is eager and pleased with what he swallows.

I keep chugging water.  And getting my dick sucked.  

Finally, I feel like I have some piss.  I see the bear couple at the sling.  The top is fucking a friend of his who has a long white beard.  It covers a good portion of his chest.  They welcome me.  The one who got me hard pulls me next to him—so we are both standing next to each other on the side of the sling.  The top fucks him hard.

“Got piss?” White Beard grunts out.

The bear next to me does.  He covers the man’s chest and beard.  I stroke my cock.

“You should fuck him,” says the top.  “You want this big dick up you?”

White Beard moans—and gets a mouthful of piss for his trouble.  The top pulls out.  I taste White Beard’s hole for a moment, savoring the piss that has sluiced down his ass crack.  I stand up and fuck.  It’s now the top’s turn to piss White Beard.  He aims his jet at the man’s face while I fuck, our bodies making a sloppy, wet sound as we rut.

As the top’s piss eases up, I fuck harder and then pull out.  The bottom is right there to clean my cock.  He does it, savoring the man’s ass jizz.  “Now fuck me…”

He bends over, holding onto the sling frame.  I push into his ass.

“Fuck him good,” barks the top.  He moves around so he can really see my dick plowing into his lover.  I fuck.  Hard.  The top points his cock at us and unleashes.  I can’t believe how much piss gushes out of him—as he’s just unloaded on White Beard.  I love hot liquid pouring off the bear’s back and onto my dick, before dripping onto my balls and boots…

*

I notice a bearded Latino.  He is fucking a lot of guys.  Always bending them over and pulling out to piss on their backs.  He is working the corner near the sling and I have been getting my cock sucked by others while I watch.  He fucks a fourth guy.  He is now positioned so he can watch my dick as he fucks.  He pulls out.  Pisses.  The guy moves away—very happy.

“That’s a big dick.”

I grin and nod.  To my utter surprise he waits until my current guy is finished sucking—and takes his place.  I love the feel of his beard on my wet balls.  After a few moments of head, he pulls off, stands up and pisses all over my cock and balls.  He goes right back to his knees, kneeling in the puddle of his piss, to lick me clean…

*

My favorite piss bud, Tall Guy with Tats is here.  We have chatted.  He’s sucked my cock in front of others.  I have eaten his hot ass as he’s had others in his mouth.  We’ve even fucked a little with him bent over. Now it’s time to fuck him right.  We head to the sling.  It’s canvas—and soaking wet.  There is a lake of piss under it.  He hops in, leaving his flip flops on the floor so his feet don’t drip on me from the stirrups.  I hunker down, my face finding his wet ass crack.  He is a natural self-luber, and my brief fuck has gotten him going.  I lick and prod and spit it back into him.

From a bystander:  “Fuck him with that big cock!”

I keep rimming.  Finally, I stand and sink my dick into him.  His eyes go big.  It feels so much better here in the sling.  I begin a slow fuck.  Two men, one on either side of us, are stroking to our sex. 

“If you have piss, cover him,” I say.

“Aim at his dick so he fucks it into me,” says Tall Guy with Tats.

I fuck.  One guy watches a moment and then pisses on TGWT’s chest.  My hand sloshes it around, and down towards his crotch.  But I stop the moment the other guy starts pissing.  He is aimed right at TGWT’s balls.  My cock is being covered with hot piss as I fuck him.  I can feel (and hear!) it being fucked into his gut. 

The guy aiming at his chest is done.  The other pisser is finally petering out.  I pull out and send my own jet of clear piss all over TGWT’s chest and chin.  When I’m done, I hunker down.  I eat his piss covered hole.  TGWT moans.  Out of nowhere, a steady stream of piss hits his balls and my nose.  I slurp some up and push it into him.  I keep rimming and drinking from some guy’s stream.  I stand up.  It’s a hot young man—and his stream is endless.  I am back inside TGWT and the pisser is still covering my cock as I fuck it into TGWT’s puffy hole.

He runs dry and, with a shake of his dick, he moves off.  I look down at Tall Guy with Tats.  His eyes are rolled back in total bliss.  I bend down, still inside his ass, and lick up some of the piss eddying in the hollow between his pecs…

(More to cum…)

IML: A Glorious Threeway

 Chicago—May, 2024

I don’t quite know why I did not plan to do more at IML.  Some of it was remembering the sheer exhaustion of staying at the host hotel.  You feel, or at least I do, you have to keep taking advantage of the never-ending sex on offer.  Last year I got around that by staying at a smaller motel which has a huge gay clientele.  I think I expected to do that again—but I had two work gigs back-to-back that frankly made me lose track of time.  It was suddenly the first of May before I really thought about reservations and the motel was booked solid.

Another contributing factor was that the Horse Market had lost their venue in town and would not be coming to IML.  Should I even go?  So, I made a list of what was important for me about IML.  I realized the piss party was at the top of my list—and then, I would like to catch up with people like Keshawn who were in town.

Around the top of May, Seth reached out.  He was a versatile man with similar interests who I’d met at the great New Year’s Eve parties thrown by some mutual Chicago friends before they moved to Palm Springs.  The pandemic had gotten in the way of what was starting to be some regular play together.  He and Miles would love to see me.  Was I coming to town for IML?

This worked perfectly.  I could play with them on Friday night and he was gracious to let me make his apartment my headquarters.  The piss party was Saturday.  And I could venture down to the host hotel on Sunday to see Keshawn—and hopefully two cumdumps who had requested at least a fuck.

I packed the sling and rimseat—and hit the road on Friday morning…

 

I am setting up the sling in the cleared space in the living room.  Seth and Miles are busy either in the bathroom or setting snacks out.  They look great.  It has been 5 years now since I’ve seen them.  Seth is ten years younger than I.  He has a little more grey in his hair.  He is tall and good looking.  Miles, is younger.  He is still gym built with great pecs.  And tats.  And that’s before we get to his ass…

 

I am now set up.  The guys come out of the bathroom.  Seth has given Miles a shot of Trimix—so his cock is hard and ready.  Seth sits on an ottoman.  “Come here…”

The two of us move to him and present our hard cocks for Seth to suck.  He sucks us both—back and forth.  My hand is already on Miles’ ass.  I idly play around his hole as we get sucked.  Soon Miles kneels and begins to suck Seth.  I kneel behind him.  My tongue finds his pucker.  I groan as I begin to lick.  Seth reaches down and spreads Miles’ cheeks for me.  In moments, my tongue is buried in his hot butt.  Miles groans around the cock in his mouth as I begin rimming him in earnest.  Licking and spitting and licking it up again.

I rear up and fuck.  The action pushes him onto Seth’s big, PA-ed cock.  I keep the fuck gentle—opening his hole for the night.  Seth comes around and takes a turn up Miles, too.

We move to the rimseat, at Seth’s request.  I go under.  Miles perfect ass needs to be licked after the fucking.  He sits on my face and Seth sits on my cock.  I groan at the overload of feeling.  Seth is bouncing faster and faster.  I wrap my arms around Miles’ legs and all but pull myself up into his spread cheeks.  My tongue goes deeper into his juicy hole.  Seth slows a little and the two men lean together to kiss.  It’s a wonderfully powerful moment: cock in hole, tongues in mouths, tongue in hole.  The perfect triangle of lust.

“Let’s change…”

Seth slowly pulls off my dick.  Miles stands up.  They switch.  Seth sits on my face, his hole wet from my drooling cock and his own hot ass juices.  Miles settles down on my cock.  Miles begins to bounce.  My tongue is all over Seth’s very pronounced ass lips.  I suck them into my mouth individually.  Then as a pair.  They fill my mouth, cutting off my breath in the best possible way.

We take a small water break. 

Miles jumps in the sling.  I feast on his hole.  Seth gives him his big dick to suck.  I don’t stay, tongue in place, very long.  I need to fuck—at my tempo.  I sink into his bubble butt.  My hands find his hard pecs as I stroke into him.  Over and over.

We switch.  I move to his mouth so he can clean my cock and Seth rims and sucks his hole.  Our mouths can’t stay off each other.  We love how the other two taste.  As soon as Seth goes from rimming to fucking, I get under the sling.  He knows what I want.  He fucks two or three strokes into Miles and then two or three strokes into my open mouth.  Back and forth.  Asking me how he tastes when my mouth is full of his cock.  Leaving me breathless…

*

We’re back to the rimseat.  Seth is under and Miles is sitting on his face.  I suck Seth’s cock.  Then his balls.  Miles groans as Seth’s tongue goes deep.  His cock drools and I’m there to not let it go to waste.  I suck him for a bit, before I stand up and feed him my dick.

“Change!” orders Seth.  Miles gets up and I take a seat.  Miles takes a seat on Seth’s throbbing cock.  The tongue in my ass is as forceful as my own when I lick butt.  I relax.  I watch the concentration on Mile’s face as he pleasures himself on Seth’s cock.  I love it when he leans forward and licks my cock a little.  Seth must be able to sense what’s happening because he begins to rim me harder and faster.  I moan and have to pull Miles off my cock and up into a kiss…

*

We move back to the sling.   The two of us work over Miles.  Tongues and dicks everywhere.  In his hole, in his mouth, beating his chest with our cocks.  I go behind Seth and fuck him as he fucks Miles.  He does the work, fucking into the young man and back on me.  Then he stands still, deep inside Miles.  I fuck him hard—hard enough to fuck both of them at the same time.

Then Seth gets in the sling.  Both of us fuck him.  I know that it’s a treat that Miles is topping him.  I love to watch them interact as they fuck.  And I love to clean Miles’ dick when he pulls out.

Miles takes a moment to go piss.  Seth gets me in the sling.  He wants more time rimming me.  I just shut my eyes and let his talented tongue explore.  Suddenly I feel Miles lean over me.  He kisses me deeply at the same moment Seth plunges his tongue as deep as he can get it…

*

It’s late.  I am feeling the hour I lost driving into Central time. 

I am fucking Miles.  And in moments, I shoot some semen into him.  But it’s that ‘not a full-fledged cumshot’ thing, I seem to be doing during long sessions. 

I eat some of it out of him. 

I let Seth fuck in it. 

Watching him fuck in my load keeps me hard and dripping.

“I have more…”

Seth gets out of my way and I sink back into Miles.  I fuck all of two strokes—before I explode, giving him every drop from my balls…

*

They left me for the bedroom, as I slept on the couch.  I heard Miles leave early in the morning to go walk his dog.  Eventually, I got up and Seth came and sat beside me.  He reminded me that it was when we were fucking five years ago,  that it was the first time Miles got hard and fucked him.  Last night Seth bred Miles, using my load as lube.  Then, for the very first time, Miles bred Seth…

Miles sent me these pictures.  They were not taken during our play, but both Seth and I thought he should show the world his hot ass.  He sent me this great collection for you to enjoy—and said I could even use face shots… 

The Days Before IML-- Readers Write

 I got two emails concerned about yesterday’s post. 

No, not that I was watching bi-sexual porn, but that I had talked about Hatler Gurius’ big dick and hadn’t shown it! 

I am happy to rectify that error.