Our Far-Flung Correspondents: FelchingPisser Does CLAW, Part III

This particular series of ribald tales on his adventures in Cleveland from my buddy FelchingPisser has been particularly popular with my readers, I'm pleased to say. (If you've not read the other installments in the series, be sure to click on the 'felchingpisser' tag at the bottom to see a list of all his guest comments.) And it's always a good sign when the author sends it to me and writes, with all characteristic modesty, "It even made me hard reliving it."

It made me hard, too.

Enjoy, guys, and let my buddy know how much you enjoy his guest columns in the comments!

Part III 

I am such a man: having satisfied one appetite up the Muscle God’s ass, I realize I need to feed the other. I’m ravenous. Dinner--still smelling of him. A nap--cradling a pillow with his scent on it. A shower--and I’m a ready for another night at the Recon/reflex party.

Saturday Night

There is nothing like fucking to the rhythm of a flogging. The first thing I notice Saturday night is the beat of the floggers. All the crosses are in use when I arrive, as well as a set of chains suspended from the ceiling. From each a willing sub is restrained, writhing and moaning. It’s 11:30pm...the flogging teams must have been right there as the doors opened…Three crosses--no waiting…

I check the piss area. No one is in the tub. A hunky older man in full leather follows me in, beer bottle in hand. It takes no more than my kneeling next to him to help him decide he’d rather piss down my throat than in an empty tub. And it’s the perfect beer piss--sweet, clear-- and he must have had more than one bottle--it goes on forever. On and on. And it makes my cock grow to huge proportions. He notices me stroking it and pulls me up. It’s his turn to kneel, but he doesn‘t want piss--just to suck my cock. He’s great, no teeth here.

The room is filling faster tonight. More guys does not always equal more sex however. It’s slow to get going. They all keep milling--watching the flogging and a bondage demo on the slatted table. But soon a cute young, olive skinned man feels me up. He all but drags me behind the plastic curtain--begging for my cock in his ass. He clutches the motorcycle and tells me how much he wants to feel me inside him. I eat his tight, fresh hole. Soon my cock head brushes across it. He shivers. I think he’s gonna be tight, but I slip home in one smooth, long glide in.

“Fuck me, Daddy”

And I do. The floggings on the other side of the curtain set my rhythm. My cock hits bottom with each “thwack” of the leather on fleshy backs. The boy can’t keep his hands off his own tiny cock. He cums after only a few strokes from me--showering the back wheel of the cycle. I pull out. He turns and takes my cock in his hands--sizing it up.

“Man, you are bigger than I thought.”

I smile. “Cute young boys can do that to me…”

He pecks me on the cheek and is lost in the crowd. I think I see him later in the evening orally servicing three guys.

And so it goes. I give some head. More often, it’s given to me. Much more piss than Friday night--I cover a boy repeatedly all evening--and I get a number of men to let me drink.

Back at the motorcycle a crowd has formed. The scene is arresting. A California blond (White, muscled, just 30, bubble butt, no leather but a cock ring) is bent over the cycle about to take this porn star Top (Black, gym built, dressed in chaps, jacket, cod piece to one side, police hat.) His cock is very thick and longer than average and is battering at the blond’s ass--but not entering him yet. The blond asks for lube. Always helpful, I kneel and start to rim. The top steps slightly to the side to allow me full access and to occasionally slap his drooling dick against my cheek. The ass is incredible. I want to fuck it myself. But I’m good. I turn and take the black cock deep into my throat--leaving incredible amounts of spit on it--and then position it at the boy’s hole--all the while staying on my knees so he’s about to fuck the boy at my eye level. The top enters. The boy arches his back and stifles some sort of sound in this throat. I feel in the band of my chaps, grab my lube and add some to the slowly disappearing shaft. He’s home. The big black cock is the perfect contrast to the full, white ass. And the top knows a nasty man when he meets one. He fucks a few strokes, pulls out, and shoves it in my mouth. Then back into the waiting hole. And repeat. And again. The taste makes my cock drip even more. I finally stand and slap my cock on the fullness of his ass. The Blond reaches back and feels me.

The other top sees this--and pulls out. “Your turn, man.”

I enter him. I’m definitely longer--but not as thick. His ass is beautifully slimy with my spit, lube and some pre-cum from the stud. I sink in him ever so slowly. The Blond pants, but seems to be able to take me. I don’t consciously hear the floggers, but my body does. I’m back to fucking in time to the rhythmic strokes. And soon they are making me drive it deeper. The other top slaps the blond, hairless ass. It contracts around my cock. The Blond let’s out a howl and arches away from us. He turns and asks me to stop. I pull out--and he apologizes that we both are just too big for him. Another boy whose eyes are bigger than his ass…

A few more rounds of the various stations…not much is happening. I head to the piss area, of course, ready to wait there. The tub is deserted. But there is a crowd behind the back curtain beyond the piss trough. It’s packed--maybe 14 guys jammed into this small space that has a padded shelf and not much else. It’s all about oral, now. I have great head, average head, toothy head, two guys at once on either side….I recognize a hot ass, framed by a blue jockstrap. He’s a boy I did last year in the glory hole area. He works over to me. His mouth is amazing. Slow, languorous, deep and wet. Then he gets up and maneuvers me so that I’m wedged in a corner. He turns and impales himself on my cock. If his mouth was good, then his ass is heaven. His butt is velvety and able to take every inch of me with ease--and still grip my cock. He pounds himself back on me. A younger Black guy, in a red jock watches enviously. Soon the blue strap boy pulls off me and all but pushes the red strap hunk onto my ass. He’s a totally different feel--tighter, wetter and dripping load. They alternate: black, white, red, blue. The contrasting chutes are incredible. I’m sure I’m going to blow. Then just as I might cum, it stops. It’s like a bell went off--the entire group moves away…and I’m left in the corner, on the edge of climax. I lower myself onto the shelf. I am glad for a moment of solitude.

When I step out from behind the curtain, there is a pig in the tub. The Black Top I’d worked with earlier is about to take a piss. He sees me, my yellow jock barely containing my cock. He gives an evil grin and his massive hand reaches out and pushes me to my knees. His cock is not hard. Fuck, he’s going to piss down my throat. In no time I am gulping and gasping for air. It’s a long stream with no breaks. The pig in the tub looks like he’d happily strangle me for taking this huge piss load he was suppose to get. The top is muttering something I can’t make sense of, but it sounds like he’s really getting off on it. Slowly the sweet stream sputters, then stops. I come off his cock for air. He pulls me up, looks deep into my eyes and kisses me. It’s a long passionate kiss--like only two tops can give each other. Our tongues battle, surrendering in turn, swabbing the mouth, the lips, the chin. Fuck---it’s almost better than any of the ass I’ve had. Our cocks are beating against each other. Finally he pulls out of it.

“Come with me.” He grabs my hand and heads towards the hall where we’ve checked coats. Fuck, I don’t want to leave--even with him. But he has a different idea. There is a small private room one door away from the coat check. We go in. He shuts the door on a regulation bathhouse room. He pushes me back down to suck him. I don’t resist. His cock tastes incredible--of his piss, of the ass we fucked and likely some other hole. I lose track of time--licking, swabbing and servicing his thick meat. Eventually he stops me. He looks down. There’s a look in his eye I’m sure I can read. I start to say I don’t get fucked. But he overrides me: “Fuck me.”

I can’t believe my ears. Fuck, YES! I push him onto all fours on the bed. I spend forever with my tongue in that tight hole. He has that metallic taste I love. That, and the honest sweat of so much fucking. He is moaning and sputtering about how he wants my cock, jacking himself fusiously. He is truly making my dick ache as I eat him out. Soon I stand and enter. He is so fucking tight. I push ever so slowly. But I never really stop as he flowers open.

“Drive it home, stud.” I start a slow pull back. My body takes over from my mind. I’m fucking faster. Harder. I swat his ass. Just as he did the Blond. “Shit. Give me your load!” I think this could be it. I am doing long strokes now--almost all the way out and slamming home. “AHHH!” His ass clenches around me as he shoots. I hold him as he continually unloads on the bed. He slumps forward, pulling off of me….and I realize that once again I’m blue balled…I bend and do a quick lick of his ass crack…but he’s over it--so I pull myself together and leave.

I sit on that back bench for awhile. Eventually, this picture perfect cub finds me there. We’ve talked on line about the event tonight. I’d recognize his chest tattoo anywhere. He smiles as he sees me. “FelchingPisser.” I grin and nod. “I love your name. I want you to do both to me.” I start to rise. “Don’t get up.” He hunkers down and my aching cock is nursed. There’s no other word for it. Sweetly. Softly. Worshiped. I can’t stop stroking the hair on his head, and the hair on his chest that partly obscures the tat. Finally he gets off his knees.

“Fuck me.”

“Here?”

“No. I want to show off.”

We find a sling. And we show off. It starts as a sweet fuck. As gentle as he’d sucked my cock. But it soon becomes as energetic as any I’ve done. We have a ring of jackers.

“Boy, do you want another cock?”

“Please, Sir.”

One of the onlookers who I’ve seen in action (my age, bearish, with a long thin cock) I pull over and offer the boy’s hole. I work around to the top of the sling, playing with the boy‘s nipples. The new man fucks the boy hard--so that the boy’s head rocks into my gut with each stroke. The boy only has eyes for me. The top picks up speed. I can sense he’s gonna cum. Finally a load to felch. The top grunts, bucks and holds still. Then pulls out---with a rubber full of his spunk. I hadn’t even seen him suit up. He slips it off his cock and looks for a place to toss it.

“Don’t waste it.” It’s the boy speaking up. “Give it to Daddy.” The man hands me the rubber.

“You want what we talked about on line?” I ask.

“Yes, sir. I’m a cum whore. I want any load in me. I haven’t had one all night.”

I’ve moved around to his spread ass. My cock head is resting just inside his hole. I upend the rubber and empty it out on my cock. “I’m gonna fuck it into you.”

“Please.” His voice has dropped to a whisper. “Please, Sir.”

I slowly enter. I’m buried to the hilt--covered in the other guy’s cum. I fuck a few strokes, pull out and taste his hole. Delicious. I slip in again. A few more strokes, then bring my cock up to the boy’s mouth. The man who gave us the load is standing riveted to the floor. He’s obviously never seen his cum used like this. Some man I can’t see kneels to taste the hole I’ve left. I let him felch for a bit, than return to slip my cock into the slippery hole. I fuck, bend, eat. Fuck, pull out, let the felcher clean my cock. Finally we stop only ‘cuz the boy’s legs need to rest. I get him down. We hug. I tell him to find me any time he gets a load. He happily goes off on his quest.

I lean against the cinderblock wall and take a long swig from my water. As I bring the bottle down, who should be standing there but the Muscle God. We hug. Then he reaches behind him and pulls his boyfriend around. Muscle God’s lips are near my ear. “I told him about the fuck you gave me this afternoon. I want him to feel that incredible cock, too.”

The boyfriend is into the sling before we are out of the hug. I eat his ass. I fuck him. I wish I could say it was something special after that set up, but it isn’t. Nothing bad. But nothing special. Just another cute guy who actually finds me a little too big. After a few minutes, Muscle God takes over at his boyfriend’s hole. And I slip away…

I rest. Suddenly the Cub is back. “Mission accomplished?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Three dicks, no loads.”

I lead him to the sling we’d been in before. “I need to drop one and get out of here.”

He hops in the sling. I immediately drop to taste what the other cocks have done to his hole. Beautiful. His ass has an entirely new feel under my tongue. I stand to fuck. And pound fast and hard. I’m back in rhythm to the floggings. A hot tattooed Hispanic man watches and strokes—playing with his foreskin. Oh, yeah--he has a great cock--and he should, working for Treasure Island. I invite him into my boy. He fucks him hard with his uncut cock. He too, feels the pulse of the room. I spell him, matching him in tempo and speed. He takes over from me again. I hope he blows. No such luck. He pulls out and wags his cock at me.

I kneel and slurp-- his precum, the remnants of the load, my boy’s hot ass lube and sweat--a mix of flavors that takes me out of the scene--so that I’m all about cleaning every drop off this photogenic cock. Eventually he pulls out of my mouth. He slaps the boy’s ass--and is gone. I slowly get up. I slip my drooling cock in and fuck--willing myself to cum. I bend, tasting it all again. “Fuck!” I’m spurting as I re-enter. I shoot at least three big spurts and countless smaller ones.

He grunts as he feels me fill his grasping chute.

We kiss. “Do it,” he hisses. I sink to my knees and bury my face in his ass. My cum is sweet, thick and ropy. I get a mouthful, stand and bend to kiss him. Inches above his face, he opens his mouth and I drool my load into him. We kiss: lingering, wet and sloppy. He pulls me tightly to him. My beard is full of all his ass juices. He licks and sucks at it. I taste it all again on his tongue. His mouth finds my ear. It’s barely a whisper. “Thank you…” I answer only with a kiss.
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Time elapsed: 5 and a half hours.


On Sunday there was one more fuck in my room, in my own sling. A nice guy. A nice fuck. A copious self luber—to the point I “accused” him of arriving loaded. But no….It was fun, but I should have gone home after Saturday night.


And that was my time at CLAW X.

Our Far-Flung Correspondents: FelchingPisser Does CLAW, Part II

A note from FelchingPisser: Here is the next installment of my time at CLAW. It picks up immediately after I had just gotten off with the Muscle God—and his boyfriend had cleaned my cock—and I stumbled out to my car after five hours of group sex...

Saturday -- 5:00am

I fumble with the key card to the parking structure. I’ve had spotty luck with it at best of times and now I’m beat. I have had way more sex in the last five hours than I likely should. I manage to slide the card down the sensor at the correct speed. The gate raises….and there is Muscle God and his Boyfriend coming out. I wave. I park. I catch up with them in the lobby of the hotel. We ride up the elevator--all with contented smiles on our faces. I can only think about my load in this hot guy’s hot hole. I get off on the third floor--making some comment about them giving me a call if they ever want to see my sling/rimseat set up.

“What room number?”

“314. Good night.”

I stumble into my room. I manage to unzip the chaps. The hotel phone rings. It’s Muscle God….”Were you serious?”

“Wha--?”

“About coming down to get fucked.”

“In the morning, yes. Well it’s morning now--but I’d be up for it by the afternoon.”

“Great.” He hangs up and I roll into bed, pull the leather blindfold on to block the soon to be rising sun and drift away in happy contentment with the smell of so much ass in my beard.

I sleep five hours or so. Grab breakfast quickly before the Hampton puts the buffet away, a little more sleep and then a shower. Christ, I’m sticky. Fully awake now, I log onto BBRT. Bingo. One of the guys who wanted me back on Wednesday when I was 137 miles away.

We chat and agree to meet at the Vendor’s Mart. I walk over to the main hotel. Once again I tour the various booths. And wait. And wait. I text him. Nothing back. I decide I’m stood up and head home. Smelling all that leather has made me hungry…

I get on BBRT. I recognize a tattooed shoulder---why, it’s Muscle God…two messages back and forth and he’s at my door.

“I’m just gonna tell the Boyfriend that I happened to catch you in.”

Whatever. I want back in this ass. He is soon down to nothing but a bulging jock. We kiss, massage, suck. Before you know it he’s panting on the bed, on all fours and my hard cock is slapping on his hole. I enter. Inch by half inch. He has great control. He can tighten down with each move of mine. It seems like it takes forever to get all the way in, but soon my overgrown pubes are grinding against his muscle ass. I pick up the tempo.

“Pound me.” I start to do just that. “Fuck my hole, man.” I continue to slam it home. His grasping hole could actually take me over the edge in no time. I slow. There is so much more I want to do. I pull slowly out of his hole. He spins around to taste my cock and sighs.

“I want to taste it. Over here.” I take a major hit of poppers and get under the rimseat. He sits. The seat spreads his hole open so that my tongue is instantly deeper than I’ve been in him so far. He’s huffing poppers and becoming quite vocal. My cock has now reached the ‘it’s so hard it’s painful stage’ as I stroke and eat his hole. Tongue plunging, beard grinding, my lips seal around the lips of his hole. My heart rate slows and I have that sweet moment that feels like I might suffocate. I hold it for a long moment--than tap both his thighs to tell him to get up.

He jumps in the sling, needing no direction from me. I get up and enter him in one long thrust. He is producing massive amounts of lube which has mixed with my spit. It’s an energetic fuck. The chains start to rattle. And there’s the sweet sound of my hard pelvis smacking into those muscled globes of flesh. He’s exhaling noisily on each thrust into his grasping ass. His cock, though soft, is gushing precum as I hit the spot. I slow. He’s mentioned he wants my hand--but I want to do something first to stretch him open a little more.

I grab my favorite dildo: a big egg shaped head sitting on a thinner ribbed column. It disappears up his ass like it’s a breadstick. My hard cock slaps his balls. Then it starts to push into his ass, sliding along the ribbed column. I can see he’s not sure what’s happening. But as my cock head slips up to the head of the dildo, his eyes tell me he knows. “Fuck.”

“Double fuck,” I correct him. “Two big cock up your ass, man.”

It’s a perfect fit. It tightens him down again so that my large cock is back in a tight hole. I love sliding the underside of my cock along the ribs of the silicone. My piss slit pounds against the egg. It’s an incredible feeling for both of us. He grabs his cock and starts to stroke. I bat his hand away and slow my rhythm. Soon I pull out and once again slap my drooling head against his balls. I remove the dildo. I show it to him. He sighs. I let it drop to the tarp. I walk over to the footstool and kick it into place. I sit. And pick up the two pronged speculum. I cover it in lube and breathe on it to warm it slightly. The cool metal slowly slides into his ass. I begin to crank it open. Ever so slowly.

“Is that…?”

“Yeah, it’s a speculum.”

“Yeah. I’ve never had one in me.” I give it another couple of turns on the key. “Open me wide, Daddy.”

Another twist and another. Soon my finger can slip in. It’s easy to let it snake across his prostate. He’s no longer with me. He’s floating somewhere, lost in sensation. His hole is being stretched side to side and my finger is driving him crazy. I keep cranking. He groans in encouragement. Now it’s a first for me. I have stretched him open far enough with it that I can slip my cock in, speculum in place. It’s a totally new sensation: cool metal to the left and right and his hot flesh above and below me. It’s a slow deliberate in and out. His eyes roll back to me. Our eyes lock.

“You fucker,” he hisses. I give him a crooked smile. And squeeze down, making the head of my cock swell deep in him. I repeat that action as I go back to the slow piston moves, then withdraw my cock. I crank the speculum shut slowly, careful not to pinch his soft, pink lining. I start greasing my hand cautioning him I don’t have the lube I’d prefer. His hole can‘t quite close. One finger, two, four. I keep adding and subtracting fingers, entering and slowly turning. I add the thumb. I work slowly. Carefully. The bridge of my large hand will just not fold quite enough. We both agree not to push it--he wants to be in great shape for the play party tonight. I transfer the lube all over my hand to my cock which is rising again. It wants release. And it wants to spew in his hole. I slide in.

“Cum in me,” he whispers. I start a long, deliberate stroke in and out. “Give me your cum.” I start to increase the speed. “I kept your cum in me all night.” I start to drive it home. “Cum in me, Daddy.”

“Not yet,” I rasp. I slow the driving slightly.

And begin to piss. “Holy shit. Fill me, Daddy. Shit!!”

His chute is now blazing hot. My super sensitive cock head can’t take much more. As soon as I am done pissing, I increase the tempo, pounding his hole, thrust after thrust. “Take it. Take it, boy.” And I shoot. I can feel shot after shot shooting deep into his ass. Joining my piss. Soaking into his gut. I collapse onto him. His huge arms encircle my thin body. He holds me in place. After a few moments I try to get up off of him. His hand goes from my shoulder to the back of my head and steers it to his mouth. We kiss and kiss. Smashed together. Linked. Imperceptibly rocking in the sling.


Note:
That night I spend even longer at the play party…but that’s another story to come….

Our Far-Flung Correspondents: FelchingPisser Does CLAW

You guys remember my personal friend FelchingPisser. He's written a couple of guest columns for me before in which he's described some of his adventures with Chgowaterbuddies and at MAL. He's irresistible to me not only because he's hot as hell in person, but because he's an intelligent and educated pig whose philosophy of fucking corresponds pretty well to my own. As a person, he's a gem. And when he volunteers to write a column for me, I leap at the chance, because I know you guys enjoy him, too.

Today he's written in to recount some of his adventures in Cleveland, where he went for the annual CLAW convention. Be sure to thank him for his contribution (and his general hotness) in the comments, would ya? (And as a personal note to FelchingPisser: I want to know more!)

Thursday

It had been an awful Thursday morning:

A few hours at work where no one returned phone calls or emails.

Packing the car quickly before it rained.

Realizing seven miles out of town I had not packed my boots.

A U-turn with a litany of profanity.

Stopping by my parent’s assisted living facility to pay for next month--to be told it now had to be mailed to corporate headquarters.

Garbage. I need to escape: CLAW X

I head south to Toledo. Past the Breeder’s favorite rest area (too bad it’s on the wrong side of the highway…). I stop at the glory hole bookstore in Toledo to buy lube---and to find the arcade is closed for cleaning….Jeez--Come ON!!

I arrive in Cleveland with ease. Find the Hampton Inn with ease. My mood is brightening. I’d asked for a single king-size bed--so I’d have room for the sling. And that’s what they give me. Set up is a breeze. Move around an easy chair and the sling sits in one corner with the rim seat next to it. Have a sling and hungry bottoms will beat a path to your door…

Quick dinner and online. It’s set up day for CLAW and the leather crowd is busy, so I’m guessing I will play with a local who appreciates the leather boys coming to town. Instantly I get a hit. My earlier mood has evaporated. In three emails each we connect, approve and meet. YES! The way it’s supposed to work. He’s at my door in no time. A furry blue collar man with a nice build, great chest hair pattern and who swears he can be fucked for hours. He strips. I am in a jock and boots with my leather wrist band. The leather is in the drawer and that’s just fine with both of us. He drops to his knees and proceeds to make the jock incredibly wet before he takes my cock out. He gags as I reach my full hardness in his throat. I toss him on the bed, on all fours and dive into his furry ass. I lick his hole deep. I spread the cheeks and go deeper still--he is panting and babbling. I rear up and slowly slip my cock home.

“Jesus.”

I don’t move for a moment. “Is that the cock you wanted so much?”

“Fuck, yeah”

I slowly begin to move.

His breathing is rapid--then he starts talking absolute filth. “Fill me with your cock. Your fucking huge dick. Fuck, yeah. Fuck me with that dripping pole. Yeah, make me feel it. Fuck. Yeah, Fuck. I want your cock snot deep in me. Fuck…”

I reach down and hold the back of his head, pushing his face into the covers of the bed. It doesn’t stop him reciting his mantra--it just makes it unintelligible.

We continue on the bed for awhile. Then I pull him up and get him into the sling. His ass is spread wide and he can’t keep his index finger out of this ass. I kneel and begin licking around the outside edge. As he pulls his finger out, I lick it off and dive for the hole. His sizable cock is erect. I come up for air and suck just the head into my mouth. I press my fingers against his balls to milk it into my mouth. He gasps as his cock spits a large amount of precum onto my tongue. I don’t swallow. No, I stuff it up his ass with my tongue.

“Oh, fuck. You put my cum in my hole.”

I repeat the process. My own cock is leaking. I smear that against his puffy hole, then push it in deep with my tongue. Finally, my cock enters him again. The chains rattle in time to my thrusts and to his voice. He’s back to babble as we are both lost in sensation. I seem to fuck forever--I know the porn on the computer is over. I pull out, make him clean my cock, then I clean his dripping dick and put it all up his ass.

“Get up. I want to eat that precum out of your hole.”

I lie under the rim seat. He sits gingerly on it. “I’ve never done this.” The seat spreads his hole and my tongue goes deep the first moment.

“Shit!” The strands of precum are dripping from his ass into my mouth. I feel like I’ve never been deeper in anyone’s hole. He’s jerking now, too. My tongue swirls, laps, eats every last incredible drop. Finally, my jaw gives out. I tap his thighs--to get him up. It’s back to the sling. I drive home. I know I’m close. So does he. “Give it to me. Give it to this cock whore.” I shoot. Deep. Long. Big. A good five days worth of cum. My knees buckle and I’m lying on him.

“Please. Eat my hole.” I slowly pull out and begin felching my mega load out of him. “Fuck, yeah. Eat that cum!” In a few swift strokes he spews, almost to his chin. I start to go for his load, but he pushes me away and is up, out of the sling--wiping himself down with the sling towel--and out the door with barely a word spoken-- except for a soft, barely audible “Thanks--that was hot.”

Friday

I start the day by having the Hampton’s breakfast buffet with other leathermen--and a gaggle of teenagers on a field trip-- all watching the Royal Wedding instant replay. Back in my room, I read the Open Forum Friday on Cocksuckers over one more cup of coffee. By one o’clock it’s off to registration at the main hotel--easier this year, then the endless lines of other years. I go down to the Vendor’s Mart, and say hello to my buds at The Leather Man. Everywhere I turn, I swear there is a man I played with from previous years: The piss drinker, The guy I fucked on the motorcycle, The glory hole booth guy I fucked as he was sucking cock, The boy who found me every time he took a load so I could felch it. My dance card could be filled just with these re-dos. I wander the various displays of goods, but feel no need to reach for my wallet. I walk home--I’m ready to play.

Almost immediately I am hit up on Man-Hunt by a guy who wants to suck my cock. I type back that I’m looking for more. He says I can fuck him, but he’s not sure he can take my size. I respond with saying that still sounds problematic. He asks if he can recommend a bottom for both of us to use. Now he’s talking--I check this new guy’s pics--Yes! 15 minutes later, the would-be sucker knocks on my door. He’s far better looking than his pics, (early 40’s, hairy, defined but not worked out) and sports a large wedding ring. We strip and don’t wait for the third. He is hungry. He is on his knees and slurping on my thickening cock. I pull him up, get him on the bed, with his head hanging over the edge to fuck his face. He moans as my cock slaps his nose and cheek. I insert slowly. Adding half an inch at a time. He’s panting. And jerking like mad. I hope he lasts until the bottom arrives. Just as I have a good fuck rhythm started, there is a knock on the door…

I open the door on an attractive guy, about the same age, but of slightly smaller build. Rick, he tells me. I greet him and return to Married Guy on the bed. He hangs his head right back over, telling me to fuck his face. I start, as the bottom strips. He jumps on the bed with us, gets between MG’s legs and starts sucking. He sits on MG’s cock as soon as it’s slightly wet and gets massive points from me for finding my mouth with his own--while there is still some precum in it. I pull out of MG’s mouth and go around to see the fucking. His cock is thicker than I’d thought--and looks terrific in the bottom’s ass. I lean forward and lick the disappearing shaft. Excellent. I stand on the bed, straddling MG. I kiss Rick to see if he’s ok with the Ass To Mouth moment. His answer is to groan, and stick his tongue deeper into mine. We kiss--lost in the exchange of juices. I straighten up and put my cock into Rick’s mouth as he continues to ride. Wow, no bad blow jobs here.

Soon I am lying on the bed. I have Rick bouncing on my cock and MG sitting on my face. He almost suffocates me. But I kinda like that. After a few minutes, I suggest it would be easier with the rimseat. I get under. But Rick sits on the seat to let me taste what the two cocks have done to his hole. MG is standing up so Rick can suck him as I eat Rick‘s ass. The smell of poppers in the room is almost overpowering. After what seems like a long time the guys switch. I’m still in place, but now I’m rimming MG’s ass as Rick slowly inserts my cock in his incredibly wet hole. I have to use every ounce of will not to shoot. I get past it and let him control the fuck. I have no choice, really. I’m fucking pinned to the floor by two men in heat.

“Fuck me in the sling,” Rick whispers. Both stand and Rick helps me up. I let MG slide into him first. He fucks but looks like he could blow any minute. He pulls out and tells me he wants to watch me fuck. I enter the bottom again. But the new position of Rick on his back feels totally different. “Oh, God…you go so deep,” he hisses. “Fuck!” I start to slam into him. Hard.

After several minutes, MG says if he’s gonna try my cock it has to be now. Rick gets out of the sling, MG gets in. I rim for another moment…hoping he can take me. I meet with a clenched hole. I tongue him some more as Rick bites his nipple. That opens him right up. I stand and insert. MG is panting. I wonder if he’s going to hyperventilate. He is still tight. I start to fuck. Slowly. His eyes roll into the back of his head. Rick continues on his nipples. I increase the pace. We both sense he‘s going to blow fast. Rick dives for his cock, pulling away his hand. He’s just in time. He gets a mouthful of cum as MG groans. I slow the fuck and ease out of his married hole. Rick comes around the sling frame and kisses me, snowballing the load. I make a noise deep in my throat and bend him over, on top of MG. I spread his well fucked ass cheeks and reverse felch the load now in my mouth into Rick’s hot, wet hole. It’s his turn to groan. MG holds on to him as I slip my dripping cock into Rick--pushing the load deep. Where he’d really wanted it. Where he’d had it many other times….

I fuck for a bit, but MG needs to take off. I reposition Rick on the bed, doggie style, as MG dresses, excuses himself and leaves. I dip down and taste his hole again. Fabulous. It’s so good I scramble up on the bed to share the taste still on my tongue with Rick. I lose all track of time, I have no idea how long we fuck--never leaving the bed again. Finally, with his legs on my shoulders, his eyes locked with mine, I grunt, grind and thrust a load deep into his guts. I collapse on him--Rick pulling me tighter. I leave my meat in place to marinate. Our breathing stills, becomes one--and he’s asleep in my arms. I am close to sleep myself. Maybe I nod off. Long minutes later, I pull away just enough to look at him still sleeping, his breathing on the edge of a snore. It’s a mini triumph for me--the first man I’ve allowed to sleep in my arms since I became a widower…

Friday Night

Rick has gone. I’ve slept and eaten a late supper. It’s 10 o’clock and I need to dress for the Recon/reFlex play party. This is what makes CLAW different than other leather events--it’s not just hotel sex, there is a playspace. Over the years they have had various dungeon spaces, but for the last few, the Flex bathhouse has given them the upper floor of a warehouse that is not part of the regular bathhouse. There are slings, gloryholes, crosses, a bondage table, a tire swing, a fuck bench, a motorcycle to bend your boy over, and a barnyard feeding trough for piss play. It is modeled on the Fort Troff Maneuvers spaces.

I open the closet door. The smell of leather fills the room. I am showered and naked. I add the metal, slightly rusty cockring. Yellow jock. Thick wool socks. Combat boots. Chaps. Harness. Left black leather wrist band. Right black and yellow wrist band. I look at myself in the mirror. Yeah. I slip into the flight suit to cover it all so I can walk through the lobby.

The doors open at 11. I check in at 11:30. I like to watch the troops gather. First stop the piss trough. Still empty, but I christen it with a long flow. One of the guys watching me is the man I fucked across the motorcycle last year after he’d spent hours on the bondage table. He’s hot, my age, looks like the mechanic we all wish was under our car. He stops me from putting my cock away. He kneels and begins to give excellent head. It’s like an alarm sounds--or our images are flashed on a huge screen--for we go from being almost alone to suddenly ringed with guys watching us. Neither of us care. My cock is now hard. He leaves it and starts sucking my balls. A hand snakes out of the crowd and wrenches my cock as if it were just a hunk of salami. I remove the offending hand and put it back in the cocksuckers mouth. Hands are on my nipples, my ass cheeks, on the back of the boy’s head. A short Hispanic boy, with an tool nearly as big as mine, is the one forcing him down on me. We get him up. I pull the boy’s pants down, bend him toward the Hispanic’s cock and kneel to lick his hole. I don’t spend long. I get it wet, stand, slap my cock on his hole. He grunts around the dick lodged in his throat. The crowd is jacking. I insert, driving him all the way down on the cock in his mouth. I fuck. I turn him around. He hungrily cleans my cock as the Hispanic slips up him. Eventually we take him to a sling and continue tagging his ass.

No one is looking to cum. We have hours to pace ourselves and sample all sorts of men. The crowd is building. It’s hard to tell, but I would guess 100 to 125 men are there. I eventually head back to the piss tub. A boy is reclining in it. I wet him down, letting my piss play around his hard cock, up his chest and flirting with his mouth. I let him decide if he wants to drink. Of course he does. He dips and slurps.

The next few hours become a blur of hungry mouths, hungrier holes, and some piss pouring down my gullet. I am in a state of constant arousal. I make my way around the to the fuck bench. A young Asian sub is in it being plowed by a massively muscled black man. It’s absolutely riveting. The crowd is stroking, but no one seems to be allowed to touch the boy. I join the audience watching the fuck from the side. The top’s arm snakes out and pulls me to him. “Fuck my boy bareback. But don’t cum in him.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I kneel and taste the sweet, young hole. My cock pushes in. The boy squeals for his daddy. But daddy is busy selecting some lucky hole from the crowd. He brings the chosen bottom over in front of his boy and bends him over. The two bottoms grab onto each other as we plow. We fuck in rhythm so the two boys are mashed toward each other. The site of the four of us leads to any number of other couplings around us. There is fucking everywhere. The black top tells me to let a guy to my right into his boy and I should try the guy he got out of the crowd. We change…my new hole is very wet. Then as suddenly as it erupted, it all stops as the Black top pulls his boy up and away.

I head back to the piss area. Two gorgeous leather clad men in full gear are about to piss. I kneel in front of one. “I’m piss shy,” he says. 

“But I’m not.” His boy friend pushes over to me. His cock rests lightly on my tongue. No sucking now. Just wait. He starts to piss. It’s everything I love about piss drinking. Sweet tasting. And that endless flow. That never ending cumshot. I start to suckle a little on his cock. I hear his boyfriend piss in the tub behind us. Having piss fill me up makes me instantly erect. As he finishes pissing, the man I’m drinking leans over and touches my cock. “Look at this thing.” The piss shy boy makes me stand up. The top fondles my cock along with the boy. “You’d like that up your hole wouldn’t you?” The boy only nods. I look at the feeder. He nods. I bend the pee shy boy over the tub and begin to rim. Great hole. I push in. His partner begins kissing me as I fuck his boyfriend. I think this may be it. I’m closer to cumming now than I’ve been all night. An older man reaches out to touch us. The boys will have none of that, dammit. They stop me and say come back to the hotel. I consider---but say no.

I make the circuit of all the playspaces. But I‘ve been spoiled. Nothing looks good now. Until I get to the fuck bench. A muscle god in leather. Tattooed angel wings on his back. Arms that make me weak-kneed. And he only has eyes for my cock. I get him in the sling next to the fuck bench. I kneel, at worship for those gym built thighs. His ass is all muscle. I use my hands to part those cheeks to let my tongue in. He whimpers. I ‘m sure I can taste some cum. There may be a crowd, but we are lost in what we are doing for each other. I rise, wipe my drooling cock head on his hole. “Oh, yeah!” he moans.

“You want this in you?”

“Fuck man. I need some cum. I’ve only got a couple of loads.”

I kneel and lick my precum off his hole, lean across him and kiss him. Long, wet, passionate. My brain clicks. I know I will load this man. I slowly begin working my cock in as we kiss. He is sucking so hard on my tongue that I can barely get my breath. I start slowly fucking. It builds rapidly. Faster than I meant to. His ass is doing incredible things on the entire length of my cock. We are beyond words. I begin to buck wildly into his ass.

“Breed me. Come on, breed me!”

I thump on his chest. “Yeah. Yeah.”

“Fuck me!”

I begin a low rumble in the back of my throat. “Fuuuckkkkkkk!”

I shoot. A build up of hours and hours of play. I collapse across him. He holds me. I can’t stand. His ass will not let me pull out. Nor do I want to. I kiss him. He responds hungrily. Slowly we return to be aware of others around us. From out of the crowd, a cute young leather man emerges. His boyfriend. I slowly pull out. The boyfriend samples the left over jizz on my cock. I help the muscle god out of the sling. We hug. Tight. They leave. I hold on to the sling and pull myself together. I retrieve my bag and slip into the flight suit. I slowly make my way down the stairs and out to the car. It’s 4:30 am. Five hours of play--not bad. Not bad at all…

Coda: Those are the first two days of my four day trip. I’ll post the rest later if The Breeder, and you folks, would like to know more….

Our Far-Flung Correspondents: FelchingPisser . . . Pisses

Frequent commenter and previous contribute FelchingPisser, you might recall, is the good and infrequent kind of friend who invites me to just about all his gang-bangs. But he's a smart, educated, and well-read guy whom I know on a different, less sexual level as well.

Which is one of the reasons I've been letting him contribute to my blog from time to time—he's that perfect combination of sweaty sex pig, articulate intellectual (sorry, FelchingPisser, but I've blown your cover), and all-around nasty hot guy. Today he's writing about one of his favorite Chicago watering holes . . . in more than one sense of the term.

For more information about the group which FelchingPisser talks about here, please visit www.chgowaterbuddies.com.

Let him know in the comments how much you appreciate his contributions! I know I do.

FelchingPisser writes: 

When I wrote about MAL, I really only lived up to half of my chosen moniker: I got to felch a lot, but I only delivered one load of piss. This story will equalize things a little…but first, a word about piss play…

Piss play, for me, is all about one more hot liquid coming out of a cock. But it’s piss, not urine. Most guys I know, want a clear, hot stream. This, at least with my body, means starting to ingest fluids a good two hours before play. Juice or a sports drink first. Then more water than you would ever think. (I only like beer once it’s recycled…) And I constantly recharge during play. I want to be able to piss every 15 minutes or so for long stretches and with minimal uric acid left in the tract.

It seems to me there are as many different ways guys are attracted to piss as there are guys. Some want to drink from the tap—that feel of a never ending cum shot gets me terrifically hard (watch Dawson’s penis as he drinks from Brad Maguire in Meat Rack.) Many guys want to be covered—the piss dripping from their hairy pecs or ass cracks. Some at the party want to be covered, clothes and all—that hot liquid making the underwear cling to their erection is a huge turn-on. (Once a guy wore the rental tux from his brother’s wedding!!) Some want to wallow--several pigs always stay in the inflatable pool where guys who aren’t playing at the moment just come over to relieve themselves. Some want it used for humiliation. Most just love a hot liquid pouring over their body. A few boys want piss up their ass—once again, like a huge cum shot, filling them and raising the temperature of the canal. And for that, they almost universally come to me. I can piss hard and keep right on fucking…

So—

I am parking my car on the street behind the bar in Chicago. And I have to piss. I mean REALLY piss. Shit. I angle in, not feeling very close to the curb with all the snow around. There is no one on the street. I unzip my military flight suit which covers my attire for the party. I haul out my cock, reach for my travel mug and piss a long steady stream. Damn, it’s gonna overflow. I will myself to stop, chug most of the mugs contents and let fly with the rest. Damn, I can still taste the sweetness from the Gator-Aid. Some boys are gonna love this….

I walk down the side streets and into the bar. The outer bar is dim, with only a few men at the bar. I check my winter coat. I’m in combat boots and the flight suit. It bulges bigger than George W. Bush’s photo op…The guys look at me. One, headed to the same place I am, smirks, gets up and starts for the back bar. There is already a line—no one wants to miss a drop. At 5 o’clock we pay our $25 members fee (which covers all our drinks and the cleanup) and head into the back bar. It’s all ours for the next 4 hours. I strip down in one fast motion and stuff the suit into my gym bag. I am now in my yellow jock, a left leather wrist band (as if they didn’t know I was a top), and a braided black and yellow one for my right wrist…’cuz with most anything related to piss I’m versatile. My cock ring is beginning to show some rust…

I check my bag, refill my water container at the bar and I’m ready. I sit on a ledge behind a high wooden screen that separates us from the bar. A TV is playing a Dick Wadd video relentlessly. I drink deep and eye the men undressing. The first person I see, bent over, stripping off his jeans is this former model from somewhere south of the Rio Grande. He is hot now in his 40’s and must have been jaw droppingly gorgeous in his youth. He is there with his Master to get every drop of piss he can and to be used as a total pig.  The Master and I have a standing agreement that I can do anything I want during the parties to Nick, his boi.  Nick stows their gear, makes a beeline for me, giving me a hug. “Please, Sir, may I suck your cock?” I nod and he is on his knees.  He inhales the jock—feeling and smelling the wetness from the remains of the car piss and makes a contented grunt. He mouths the jock until it is sopping. And only then removes my hardening cock from the confines of the material. With a swift gulp, I am lodged tight in his throat. It’s my turn to sigh. He’s one of the best…I tilt his face up slightly to look me in the eyes. My voice is low and intimate: “Do you want my piss, boy?” He can barely make a sound. But I know. I let fly with a huge piss load. He backs off a little so he can feel it run over his tongue.  He does not miss a drop.  I finally have to stop him suckling my cock after it’s dry. I pull him up and we kiss deeply. He whimpers again and looks over my shoulder at his Master who has watched it all, stroking his own thick cock. I send him on his way with instructions to find me any time he takes a cum load in his ass.  We will meet countless times over the next few hours…

The crowd is now about 50 to 60 guys all drinking, lounging, talking, sucking cock, pissing on or in each other, and, behind the screen, having a little more intense sex. I greet a tall, thin guy about my age who likes to have guys hose him down.  He kneels near me. A couple of other regulars move in. A hot bear starts to piss—aiming at the pecs of the guy on his knees. As one stream ends, the next begins—this from a young man dressed in a jock and waders. He directs his stream onto the now erect dick of the man on the floor. The pissee lets out the most passionate sounds as the second one hits.  A third guy from behind us, hoses the guy’s back. I’m sure it is coating his ass crack. I am surprised that I can add anything to his scene after so much went down Nick, but my prepping pays off...I start hosing on his cock, direct it up to his pits and pecs, then down to his cock again. He thanks us and heads to the bar for more beer.

Lots of other guys dip and sample my cock; some just for a chance to suck my dick, others wanting some piss.  A cute young one (average age here is close to 40--this one must be almost 30), dressed in briefs and sandals, kneels on the wet floor and begins to suck.  His cock emerges from his waistband as he gives me some really excellent head.  He comes up, we kiss.  I hunker down to suck his dick through the wet fabric, get his cock out and easily deep throat it.  He moans and with no warning gives me a mouthful of piss.  I swallow, wait until he is done and rise.  I kiss him again.  He opens his mouth for my tongue and gets most of his own piss load.  He squirms and gurgles as it goes down and almost cums...

Another of my Chicago faves arrives just as they lock the door at 7pm. He is a young pig with ginger hair and a voracious sexual appetite for sex of all sorts. A nice enough body, but oh, what he can do with it. He waves as he checks his clothes, naked except for tennis shoes. He grabs a beer and comes to where I am standing at the bar and pulls me behind the screen—always a good sign. He doesn’t even suck my cock, he just bends over, leaning on the ledge. I get the first taste of his ass—beautifully fresh scrubbed. Suddenly there is a stream of piss cascading down his crack, onto my waiting tongue. I swallow. I push some into his hole. He’s moaning loudly. We attract others. A second stream is added as I rim. I can’t keep up. I’m swallowing and sputtering and gasping for air. My cock is rock hard. I stand up and enter him. He gasps. A new stream of piss hits his back and runs down onto my cock so I am fucking it into his hole. A hot, shaved head bear with a PA is stroking as he watches us. I’m pretty sure he was the first pisser. He leans in and kisses me across the boy. I offer him the ass. He slides in. I piss on his cock as he fucks the boy relentlessly. He pulls out and I slip back in. The difference between our cocks is perfect; long and thick vs. shorter, thicker and PA’d. The boy has turned slightly now to get some faceless man in his mouth as well. The other top clambers up on the ledge and sticks his fresh-from-ass cock in my mouth. Heaven. I plow. The boy groans around the cock which is now giving him piss in his mouth. The top bucks into my mouth and shoots. He leans, spent, against the wall. I stop and kneel behind the boy and reverse felch the load into his ass. He grunts his approval. Nick’s Master pushes me aside and drives his cock into the gooey mess I’ve left in the boy’s ass. He adds a load in just a few strokes. I let the boy clean the Master’s cock as I felch the two loads mixed with piss back out. The PA top jumps down, pulls me up and kisses me. We exchange the two loads in one of the hottest snowballing moments I’ve had.

I need to get off. Now. But the ginger haired boy is sitting down on some other cock.
I hunt for Nick. He’s parked under the bar, drinking piss from every man who orders a fresh beer. I pull him up. 

“I need you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I bend him over. He holds on to the bar. No taking him back into any kind of privacy. “I’m gonna fuck you, boy.”

“Yes, Sir”

“Is your Daddy watching? He likes to see me use you.”

I kneel to rim his hole. So wonderfully used by this point in the evening. He moans. I jack my cock and foolishly add a little more lube. As if….

I stand. “Why are you here?”

“To get fucked, Sir.”

“What else?”

“To take your piss, Sir.”
“What?”

“To take your piss, Sir.” He’s louder now. A crowd has ringed us on three sides. The bartender has stopped fussing and is actually stroking.

“Here boy.” I let fly with about half a bladder of piss on his exposed hole. He moans. I push my face into him and lick him clean.

“Please, Sir. Fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck me, now!!”

I rear up. My cock looks huge, even to me. It slaps his ass. I enter. I enter in one long stroke. I fuck him, in hard driving thrusts. It’s all about me at this moment. Nick knows it. And loves it. I catch sight of his Master watching me use his boi. Nick continues saying “fuck” as each stroke hits home. Everyone at our end of the room has stopped and turned to us.

“What do you want from me, boy?”

“Your cum, Sir.”

“Not yet.” I slow my driving. “Take it, boy. Take my piss.” I unload what feels like a never ending load in his ass. You can see on Nick’s face how much he loves it as it pours into his gut. The temperature of his chute hits the roof. I start to fuck slowly, building to a steady drive. I slap his ass. I’m back to the driving tempo of before.

“Give it to him!” someone shouts.

“Seed my Boi!!”

That sends me over the edge. I shudder, cling to him and shoot ropes of semen into all the piss I left up his clenching hole. I slowly withdraw. Some guy cleans my cock, but I have no idea who. I pull Nick up. Hug him. Kiss him. Hold him. And gently push him into the arms of his Master.

Our Far-Flung Correspondents: FelchingPisser Does MAL

One of my frequent commenters and readers of this blog is my buddy FelchingPisser. He's a friend in my real life as well, a demanding top guy who's made an appearance or two in my blog. Yes, we've nailed hole together. He's handsome, hung (he claims he's 'slightly bigger' than me, but he's being kind—he's much, much bigger) and insatiable once he gets going.

And he's one of the friends I knew was attending MAL last weekend. The account of the trip he sent me was so engaging, nasty, and hot, that I asked if I could share it with you guys. He consented. So for today's field trip, pack your bags and get ready to see what happened in D.C. through the eyes of one of the best guys I know.

The photos in the post are of him. Be sure to let him know in the comments how much you appreciate his diary—it's a scorcher.

I guess I wanted to take a moment to introduce myself. I’m another Great Lakes area, full service top. I’m slightly older, slightly taller, slightly thinner and, yeah, slightly bigger then the Breeder. While, the Breeder wrote about attending one of my gangbangs, I more often appear in this blog with a comment or two.


I wrote what follows as a way to keep track on my first Mid-Atlantic Leather (MAL) experience. I had often gone to CLAW, but never to DC for what any number of guys told me was the “Rolls Royce of leather events.” I sent it off to the Breeder daily. He suggested that his readers might be interested. I want to thank him for even thinking it was worth posting here...


This is not a writing competition to see if I can write better than what appears daily in this space. I know I’d lose. This is simply the chronicle of my weekend: How I went to DC…and had a fuckin’ blast…

MAL Day One: Thursday

“I’m sorry, sir. You‘re a pound and a half overweight.” I look down at my thin frame--I have never heard those words before in my life. “Your suitcase. If you can get that much out of it, you can check it for free.”

I take the case off the scale and start unzipping. Thank God I am checking in early at DTW and there is no line. “A pair of blue jeans often works,” the SouthWest clerk adds helpfully. I look. No surprise, really, about the weight. Leather chaps, jeans, camo pants, leather shirts, wrist restraints, harness, shoes, on and on. I remove the travel bag filled with the sundries I often take to play parties. Oops, get the lube out of there--no liquids. Ok, that should take care of the weight, be easier to carry than a pair of jeans and give the screeners something to talk about as they see the x-ray of the dildo I use to double fuck my boys…

“All set?

“All set.” The bag is back on the scale.

“Oh, very, good--you got it down to 44 and a half.”

An endless line for screening. And yes, I swear to God, my bag is backed up for a second look. Maybe the aging TSA agent really likes the idea of the tit clamps in there….

Two perfectly boring flights--only slightly enlivened by a cute attendant who would NOT smile at me--but kept looking at my bulge.

The most expensive cab ride ever--and I am at the hotel.

Check in--fast and smooth. And they actually have my name--surprising, since I had no part of the reservation process. Up to the third floor--and I am suddenly all but weak kneed. The elevator REEKS of poppers. Obviously, someone’s bottle has not survived the flight and has dripped through the luggage. Oh, does the Hyatt know what they are in store for?????!!!!

My first roommate arrives 2 and ½ hours after his projected time--glad I didn’t wait for him at Dulles where he suggested he could pick me up…Matt is a guy I met at CLAW in April. He gave me my first lesson in flogging. I then fucked him and pissed up his hole. He fed it back to me and we have kept in touch ever since. Short, billy-goateed, shaved head...leather is his life. A true leather man--his leather family takes precedence over anything. And he has a large, involved one. He was constantly at their beck and call during the first 24 hours. To the point that our appointed play time vanished. We’d agreed we’d play the first night then be free the rest of the weekend…play again if we felt the urge. But not now--well, quick---online to BBRT---where I had been turning down countless guys all afternoon ‘cuz of Matt. I just felt it--now I would get no one….No problem, as it turned out. I had the perfect opening to MAL…

HotCumLoads is taking loads on the 11th floor. He’d love to entertain. I walk in. This full, round, hairy ass is in the air as he is sucking a long slender cock, attached to a nicely developed, 40ish top sitting against the headboard. HotCumLoads is in his early 40’s, looks younger, has a great cock on him--which gets very hard as I strip and start to tongue his hole. “I’ve got three loads up there for you, Sir.” This turns both tops on more than I can express. We go for 90 minutes--taking turns up his hole--all three fighting to lick the cock clean when it pulls out--before the other one goes in. Spit, gob, ass to mouth, rimming of the other top--he LOVED my tongue down his throat, up his ass or on his cock. HotCumLoads repeatedly sits on my face--he can squeeze a little out each time…so I get an additional taste of some nameless man’s cum. It’s the silkiest ass I’ve had in ages. I cum first. I eat out a good portion of my load and snowball it to HotCumLoads. The other top leans in to get his share from our mouths. He fucks the boy as he kisses me and unloads in his ass. I clean his cock. HotCumLoads knows the drill. He sits on my face and makes the most erotic noises as I eat his ass out.

Spent, I head downstairs. Matt is wrapped around a sleeping guy who looks JUST LIKE Matt. He wakes, waves, pulls on jeans and carries the rest of his leather in a messy bundle out the door. We all fall asleep. Hello, Washington!!

MAL Day Two: Friday

Woke up early, dammit. Good bagel with egg and coffee. Food taken care of--I’m suddenly horny.

On BBRT. Only getting hit up by guys in the city--and I can’t entertain easily with the roommate. Where are all the guys in the hotel???? My email flashes.

“Hey.” It’s cumfilledbiker--sounds promising. “I want you to seed me.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m taking loads all day.”

“Got your first one yet?”

“Any minute. He’s on his way up.”

“Write me when you’re loaded.”

“You got it.”

15 minutes go by. It’s cumfilledbiker again. “Mission accomplished. Come on up. The door will be ajar, I‘ll be on the bed ass up.”

I go up to the 11th floor again. He’s almost across the hall from last night’s fuckfest. The door is ajar. He’s 40ish, dressed totally in leather riding gear--the real stuff, the kind that you wear on your bike not just in the playroom--his ass is up in the air as promised. And dripping cum out of his hole. I moan--not really aware I make a sound until I hear myself. Fully clothed, I kneel behind him. My tongue dart’s out--tasting more anonymous seed. My cock hurts, straining in my shorts. My shirt comes off while I eat, making more guttural sounds. I never get my pants off over my boots; just pull them down as I pause in lapping up the seed. I plunge in deep with my tongue---my trademark rimming technique. He gets vocal, making my cock even harder. I slap his ass with my hard cock.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “It’s huge. Fuck.”

“That’s what I’m gonna do.”

My cock glides halfway in with the residue of cum I’ve left.

His breath comes fast. “Shit”

“Take it.”

And he does.

After several minutes I pull my cock out slowly. My cock head is designed with that super flared helmet that pulls the seed out as I withdraw. I bend to lick it up. He pants. I eat…I roll him over and snow ball the load into his mouth. He’s now erect, his cock straining against his leather jock. I fuck him for awhile on his back--trying to see the eyes behind the aviator sunglasses. I continually stop, pull out my dick and eat the seed that drips out with it.

“I thought you were just gonna felch me. Fuck, that’s huge.”

“You want me to stop?”

“God, no….” the rest is lost as I hobble onto the bed and slap his mouth with my cum slicked cock.

It continues in the same way for a time--but he’s showing signs of exhaustion and I realize this is an appetizer--I’m not gonna get off.

“Okay, boy. Do something for me.”

“Sir?”

“Email me after you get each load. Will you do that?”

“YES, Sir!”

I pull my self together and return to my just waking roommate. He tells me roomie number 2 will arrive this afternoon. Oh, joy.

My light blinks on BBRT.

It’s bbcumboy. “I just got in.’

“Welcome,” I type.

“I want you to be the first up my ass.”

“Where?”

He tells me a room number on the sixth floor.

“Cleaned out?” I ask--always wary.

“Give me ten minutes.”

I give him 30, telling him so, and head to the sixth floor.

He opens the door. The boy is young, with just a little extra weight, the remnants of a silly faux-hawk, but overall a delicious freshness. We kiss for maybe ten seconds, and he’s on his knees, undoing my pants. He gives good head. I reach down behind him and feel his hole. He whimpers. It’s a long process to get me all the way in. But it’s worth the time. I fuck him doggy for quite awhile, flip him, eventually he ends up riding my cock. He is careful not to blow fast. I relish young skin on my tongue, hand and cock.

“Daddy--do you want to get off?”

Wow, I might have--but the moment we talk about it, I am suddenly no where near blowing.

“Your profile says you like piss.”

I smile. “I love it.”

“I’ve only had one guy piss in my hole.”

“Then you’re gonna have another one.”

I flip him over so I am lying on top of him, balls deep. I want to watch his face. I will myself to piss. I can actually feel things in my cock shut down one function and get ready to do another.

“Here you go, boy.”

It starts slow.

“Oh, fuck….” His eyes glaze.

And I keep going. And going. I have no idea I have so much piss in me.

“Oh, my God!” His ass is now on fire--the piss raising the temperature of his butthole. “Shit, Daddy.”

I start to fuck in it, slowly. He groans…then we get all responsible and stop not to make a mess--oh for my playroom, dammit. He evacuates it all in the bathroom as I start to dress.

He comes back in the room, grinning. “That was so hot.” We agree to fuck at the party we both are going to tonight and I take my leave before his roommate arrives…

I have coffee and realize I could eat. I flick thru the quick connect ads on BBRT. There’s a gorgeous man saying he’s in the hotel near the host hotel. He’s built and beautiful--and I’m scared to make the first move. I ‘screw my courage to the sticking place’ and write. Bingo. He would love for me to be his inaugural load. YES!! Thank you Grandpa--I just know it’s your cock I inherited--and it opens so many doors…..

The Phoenix Park Hotel is very different from the Hyatt--relentless with “Colonial Charm.” Everything in it is old--and to be fair --I guess it is a historic building. TimberWolf opens the door. The pics don’t lie. Worked out, but not to the point of excess. Hairy in all the right places. And a nice guy. We go at it like animals. After the two sessions I know this is the one that will get me off. After a little initial sucking, I eat and fuck, eat and fuck, eat and fuck. Soon I feel it---and then he feels it, warm, sticky and I’m talking in tongues. And he’s a great kisser…

Lunch.

And I can’t get into my room. The new roommate is there. And he’s arguing with someone on the phone about his insurance or something. He’s a big bear. As I later learn…you can’t shut him up. He talks to fill the silence, saying little and repeats it and repeats it and…

I head down to the Vendor’s Mart. I look for a new harness but don’t see what I want. Nap time. Late dinner.

As I’m dressing for the orgy, Matt, roomie one, comes in with his Aussie look alike from last night. They strip down and Matt sits on the Aussie’s cock. He looks over at me. “I can take both of you on.” I go over and lick the cock as it’s entering his hole--the Aussie is a little amazed that the quiet guy is doing that. I fuck Matt’s face a little, straddling the Aussie, then decide that this is just not what I want. I leave them to it…

And the orgy…

148 guys had responded that they were coming. Yeah, right--but if a third of them show, it will be a good group--and that’s pretty much what happened. I would say about 50 guys trooped through the door, never more than 20 at one time. I stayed over three hours. I lost count of the number of asses I fucked--well over 30. The party was thrown by 4 black men, 2 tops, 2 bottoms, and I guess they are an MAL tradition. There were all types there, all ethnicities, leaning towards African Americans. The best players were: a totally hot Middle Eastern bottom, a hot young Black boy, one of the host tops with a super curved shaft and a piggy Hispanic. Both TimberWolf and bbcumboy were there. Hottest moment: five bottoms were ass up in a row on two beds with five tops filling the holes, then we moved to the next-- all the tops shifting down one--and then again--and then again--until we’d had the all the current available holes. I made sure to play with all four hosts--the main top loved me licking his cock straight from what ever hole he was fucking--and the bottom host, gapingffhole, who’d invited me, really loved me--calling me “one nasty man…” Um…yeah….

I did get off. But I’ll be damned if I know in who…


MAL Day Three: Saturday

Not too surprisingly, I took the morning off. I lolled around, wrote up some of Friday and then began to get ready. I was headed off to make my first porn. Weeks ago I had applied to the new porn studio (Bad Seed Media) run by model Chris Neal--the huge dicked star with more-tattoos-than-God--of Dick Wadd, TIM and countless others. I’d made the cut of the 200+ who applied. I walked out of the hotel in time to cab to Chris’ hotel across the Mall. In the Hyatt front driveway was an ambulance… ah, one more drug addled fag does too much Tina…(at the filming, the producer was getting texts from someone at the Hyatt saying that the Presidential Suite was under lock down for possession and Police were fingerprinting anyone who knocked on the door. That busted party was on the same floor, but the other end of the building from the one I went to on Friday—mine being drug free.)

I arrive slightly early, sit and begin to sweat. I call up to Chris’ room, closer to 1 o’clock. The producer, slightly older than I, meets me and takes me upstairs. He looks an academic type and proves to be, retired now, and the boyfriend of Chris. We did all the paper work proving I was legally in the country and (don’t laugh) of legal age. There is a hot little Hispanic boy who looks to be about 12, a cute young man of maybe 28. And the bottom: Jayson Park. I am thrilled….he’s a hot, no, HOT fucker. We strip. I suit up in leather as requested. FAR from being a gangbang—we’d been told 24 guys, Chris had whittled it down to 10, then just the 3 of us have shown up to top Jayson….ok, it could still be hot…With just three, the guy who has been helping with the sign in decides to play too--a slightly over weight, bookish type in his late 30’s. Also on hand is an observer (hotter than two of the players) who is hoping some day to start his own porn studio, and the director/cameraman, a short Hispanic--who really seemed to know what he was doing, but kept bowing to the judgment of the his boss, the ex-prof. And no Chris Neal. Well, he is filming for Dick Wadd…where I should have been…if I’d known about it…

We begin. The four of us ringing Jayson on the floor. He pays oral attention to all of our cocks…well, not the cute Hispanic‘s. He can’t get hard. Finally in broken English he makes is clear that he is not a top. Oh, boy….one down.

We begin filming again. Jason has us all hard. Well, almost. Now it’s the accountant’s turn to stop proceedings and say he can get hard if he eats some ass. He eats Jason’s. He eats the 28 year old. Nothing. Break is called. The accountant gets a phone call--he has to leave. Two down.

We go back to Jayson on all fours on the bed, me eating his ass, the cute 20 something boy, who has a luscious looking ass that I never get to taste, is in his mouth. I rear up and start to fuck. Jayson is taken aback at just how big I am. But he’s a trooper---and a pig bottom. I fuck standing, but in an odd, knee bent position since we are using a frigging hide-a-bed. After a bit--and making sure I do extra long strokes to show off the length of my dick, I slap his ass and motion for the 20 something to take his turn. But he can’t keep it hard once it’s near ass. 


“Nerves, guys. Sorry.” This goes on for a good twenty minutes. Jayson and I don’t really stop, but we’re just playing--he loves to suck. Another break is called. I’m afraid the kid will bail. I pull him aside. “I’m pretty sure I have some Viagra. You want it?”

“No! Well, yeah. Maybe I do.”

The producer/boyfriend chats us up for the “Making of” reel. I pray the big V will work. It mostly does. He can fuck, now, just not in very long stretches. We build up the end of the bed with towels to make it all easier. At his most rampant, we even manage a double fuck---and one that actually feels good to all concerned. Then Jayson starts to bleed. Not heavy. Just spotting. We stop. We take the double penetration again. Blood happens again. Stop and take it once more. This time, it’s been decided that I will cum first (Are they crazy!!!!) We roll out of a pretend double fuck. The young one goes into his mouth, I eat and plow and shoot, doing that good money shot of the first two squirts on his hole then plow it in. Jayson cleans my cock, making sexy noises. The boy starts to fuck, but wilts. They decide to reverse his cum shot…look like he just pulled out to cum. He jerks. And jerks. It happens--he’s able to push some in. Jason spins and has him in his mouth. I dive into Jason’s ass. My cock is still hard enough to enter him. Jayson gasps. “I’m pulling his cum out with it,” I snarl.

“Stick it in my mouth, Sir.”

And I do.

Some where in one of those breaks for blood cleanup, two more guys had arrived. Only one would go on camera. Seeing the director later, he said that that went fine, but I didn’t see it, even to felch. I was gone after 3 and half hours….I pray the editor is a wizard….

Late, late lunch, since I didn’t want to eat just before filming. I find the guys who work at The Leatherman with my brother. They greeted me as if they’d always known me. I describe a harness I’d seen at the big group session, something that I thought would fit my thinner frame. Cirtone, found it, put in on me, then said “no--we’ll do this” and pieced together a great looking harness from different ones lying about. He was dead on. I looked in the mirror and it is perfect. Just what I wanted--but didn‘t quite know it. And they would take no money from me. “You’re part of the family, now, too…” he said, kissing me. I will admit to tearing up a little as Cirtone hugged me again.

I am tired. I come upstairs and sack out. I hadn’t slept well, worrying a little about the filming--doing that dreaming that I’m not able to sleep thing. I wake up in time to do a quick gangbang hosted by RawTop of the infamous blog. Two bottoms, both blindfolded, taking all loads. One is a slightly full bodied, maybe mid 30’s guy. The other is none other than TimberWolf. His pic on RawTop’s blog is nice, but nothing as good as in his profile shots or as him in person. There is a group of three or five of us as I get there. I start on the ass of the guy I hadn’t done yet. Another awkward bed to fuck on. This one has a projecting board all along the side--my shins are still black and blue from hitting it repeatedly. The newbie loved my tongue. Amazingly, I really couldn’t taste load--even though I went in right after some guy blew one. We fuck for a while. I switch over. I wondered if my Canuck recognizes the rimming technique. I know he moans and yelps as I enter him. Some one else wants to jump into him, so I go back to the first guy. I pick up speed and blow a load--incredibly fast for me…but bed has begun sounding more entertaining.

As I was dressing, Jayson shows up (he and RawTop are FB’s). We hug, talk for a minute about the shoot and laugh a little. I walk out and the director is there in the corridor. He and I walk to the elevator. I ask how he thought it all had gone.

“Great. There is like 70 percent footage we can use. Usually we throw out about 50 percent. “

Well, well. I hope he knows what he’s talking about….


MAL Day Four: Sunday

A later start to the day, finally catching up with some sleep. After an omelet, I go back to the Vendors Mart: getting some poppers on sale, some porn for one of my boys, trying to find a good piss party outfit for another, saying goodbye to the Leatherman guys. As I am surveying the Mr. S display (and trying not to gasp at the prices) who should appear but Chris Neal. And his partner. And the director. And a couple of the guys from the Dick Wadd shoot. I introduce myself.

“Oh, so you’re Charles.” He goes on to tell me he’d heard about me from Jayson and his BF. “You two had a good connection, I hear.” We talk more. He wants me to keep in touch. I also learn the Dick Wadd shoot had been no walk in the park, either. Blood there too, from an over steroid-ed bottom. And not a little bit like ours, “scary amounts“ according to Chris…Oh, and he IS shorter than he appears on film…

Well, that meeting of course, sends blood racing to my cock. I go up to the room and get on line. I look at a gorgeous boy with a fabulous full shoulder tattoo, who is taking loads. So handsome that once again, I don’t write him. I look at others. My email flashes. It’s the gorgeous one--Pissboi2. “I want to make you happy and take your piss and offer you my many times fucked over hole.” I head out the door and up to his floor. He answers, wiping some jizz off his lip as he smiles at me. An older man is toweling his cock as I walk in. I go right to slapping his face with my instantly erect cock. The other guy sits down--dropping the towel, his eyes riveted to us. I tell him it’s fine to watch. In reading the sub boy’s profile, it had stated that he’s owned by a top who could not attend. The boy has been directed to let us do anything to him. He has a camera on his computer, so he can record all the action--so the top would know how well he did.

I start with lots of slightly forced oral. A finger in his mouth that he starts sucking, then two. I pull down, so I can add my cock. Before I get far, there is knock on the door. A bear of a man walks in. He’s there to have his piss drunk. PB has him fill a glass, which he chugs it. A hot leather cub has followed him in. He watches and pulls out a fat cock with a big PA. The bear sucks the cub to hardness as I penetrate PB, leaning him over the bed. The cub wants a turn. I step aside. He fucks him brutally. PB is moaning encouragement. The cub cums almost at once. He watches, his eyes glazed and shining, as I lay on the bed and have PB sit on my face. Heaven.

More guys are let in. One middle-aged guy just jerks. Another is a very hot 30 something man from somewhere in the Middle East, with a foreskin that won’t stop. PB and he have an instant connection. Soon all others are gone and it’s just the three of us. We trade off on PB’s hole. When the other top pulls out, I need to work overtime to suck all the foreskin clean after it’s been up PB’s incredibly self-lubricating butt. I bend him over, so I’m standing and he can still get the other top’s cock into his mouth. I slip into him yet again and feel my cock warn me of impending orgasm. Shit! I flood his guts with cum. I guess it’s a small load after the whole weekend of play. The other top gets up and grabs my shoulders and pushes me down on my back. PB has risen--standing on the bed--waiting to sit on my face.

“Eat your fucking load,” the top hisses. He swallows my overly sensitive cock as PB slowly lowers his dripping ass to my mouth. He’s facing the other top, and the seal of his generous bubble butt is complete--I can’t breathe, only open my mouth and accept my cum. Fuck, my nuts had been working overtime---it’s a huge load…mixed with his ass juice, the Mid-East guy’s precum, and likely the PA’d cub’s remains, too…I can do nothing but lie there and swallow gratefully. The other top has lost his erection. I can sense they are waiting for me to go so they can get back at it. I drag myself into my clothes and all but stumble out the door…

In some ways I could wish that was my last scene….but it wasn’t. And for the first and only time of the weekend, I have time wasters online. I’d waited until both roommates had left (around dinner time) and realized I could now entertain locals in my room. A couple in Maryland had been after me. I let them know. Great they say, leaving in a few. And they never budge off line. Now it’s getting late. (So many guys have left the hotel.) I go up to RawTop’s Sunday gangbang as an easy, quick solution. His new boys have flaked, but TimberWolf is there again and blindfolded. A guy ahead of me touches him--and the Canadian calls it quits. He’ been going, solo, for 2 1/2 hours of gangbanging and is sore. Back to my room. I find a boy taking loads….he is close to quitting. I zoom up to the 11th floor. His boyfriend meets me at the door and informs me he is done, whether or not the load taker thinks so.

I’m walking back to the elevator. And a man comes out of HotCumLoads room. I’d noticed him back online earlier….I go in, the door having been left ajar. He smiles--it widens as he places me. We both go at it as if we’d had no sex all weekend. Neither wants more than a quickie of what the other can give. The symmetry of the weekend is complete--I’m shooting my last load in my first ass of my first MAL.