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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 13 PLEASE NOTE: I AM POSTING THE LATEST INSTALLMENTS IN THREE POSTS ALL AT ONCE, PLEASE READ THEM IN ORDER. THIS IS THE THIRD OF THREE ! Installment number Thirteen of what was probably the best real party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4-day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown by myself, with him joining me after his convention for the much more vanilla style sex he prefers. Again, see my intro to part 11 for more of a summation of parts 1 - 10. So in 11 our crowd met up at the Dance Party, then headed to the Cassie and Doug's hotel room for their gangbang. It started well, but I wound up loosing my temper at a guy who kept trying to physically push me around and denigrate me, things I don't allow. 19 years later, I’m still not sure if I should be ashamed of myself or proud of myself! So Kieran, Charlie and I took Doug over to Jimmy's home play room, so each of the newbies could be in a sling (and the str8 fucking and gay fucking would be seperate). Cassie is only heard on cam in this, we don't focus on her, this is about the sex with the males of the group. Don’t worry, good chemsex too! Also please note that the college-age folks were all over 18, so if I call someone a “kid” that someone is still of more than legal age, it’s just an expression I use referring to people who are more than 2 decades younger than me! SUNDAY 2A.M. – SUGGESTIONS AND SURPRISES So newbie Doug was being thoroughly rogered by Roger, his moans still interspersed with a few mutters of “ouch” and puffs of breath, and I was still on my back with someone riding my dick cowboy style and Max above me as I rimmed his hole. From the screen Doug’s girlfriend (and Jimmy’s niece) Cassie’s squeaks and cries had gone sliding up the scale, getting more high-pitched and piercing as she apparently crested an orgasmic wave, only to be followed by a deep voice yelling, “Here it cum, here it cum, take that man’s load bitch, knocking you up with my jizz girl!”. This intruded on my thoughts, and I was hoping the girl was on birth control pills! Things continued for another minute or two, before we heard Cassie’s voice from the screen, “Mmmm… look at you taking that big fat dick, you’re a slut for dick just like I am, aren’t you baby doll? Gonna’ want it all the time? That’s so hot!” Except for Roger still fucking it seems the rest of us in Jimmy’s playroom had paused to look at the TV showing the gang in the hotel room with Cassie now sitting up with two of the men of color that I didn’t already know sitting standing on either side of her. In the background I could make out Jimmy, Vice, and Brendon’s father. Lou briefly appeared to provide a bong and torch to the central three. Taking a big rip, the co-ed exhaled and called to her boyfriend. “So how many loads have you taken, sweetie?” From the sling, Doug muzzily called back, “None, I think, someone came on my belly..” “None? None at all? I’ve got seven in me so far, what are you waiting for baby? Don’t you want to be my trashy cumslut? I would so love that…” “Is that what you want man?” Roger asked the kid he was grinding in and out of. “Your girl wants you to take my load.” “uh huh,” was the dazed response and Roger began to really pummel young Doug. Damn, the manipulative little Cassie’s competitive attitude was taking this up a notch, for her, so long as she was on the pill taking those loads probably wouldn’t matter as most of those str8 guys were likely to be neg. Of course Lou and Vice were both poz - Lou from sex, Vice from shared needles when younger – but I knew Vice hadn’t cum in her and didn’t think Lou had either. But the boyfriend she was goading to take loads WAS playing with guys who were all poz didn’t she get that? Intending to go over and whisper in Roger’s ear, I disengaged and started to rise just as Roger started grunting and growling and shouted, “there it is slut, there’s your first load! I’m breeding you like you want.” “That was so hot, honey. You look like such a nasty whore taking that load, and you want more right? Lots more?” Cassie purred. Doug’s only response was a muted “um” since Joey had inserted a pipe stem into the kids mouth and was torching up the bowl. “Have you taken one in each end yet?” the manipulative girl continued. “You gotta try it, seriously, babe, it would be so hot to see you with two dicks at once… being a total slut for dick… when we get back to school we could have 4 guys over to take each of us front and back… whores for dick together… won’t you do that for me?” As his girlfriend finally shut up, Doug blew out a big cloud and as it cleared I could see the expression on his face: doubt, confusion, a bit of melancholy maybe? Any further insight I might have gotten into his feelings were blocked as Roger, cock dripping, came around the sling and presented it to Doug telling him it was time to clean him off. He used his thumb to pry the mouth open a little farther and slowly inserted his dripping tool, piercing and all, into the inexperienced mouth. Max was finally starting to get his chance, stepping up between those spread legs using some of Roger’s dripping cum to lube his extra large tool and started to push into the now well fucked ass. I stepped away, taking a long breath and realized this was rapidly descending into a scene that really didn’t work for me. Everyone is entitled to be turned on by what turns them on, but once consent is lacking, and once humiliation and shaming enter the equation, it’s no longer really my cup of T, I can be a demanding top controlling a scene, utilizing restraints, paddles, toys, clamps, and so on but I want my bottoms to have asked (better yet begged) freely for it and most of all I want my bottoms to enjoy themselves as much or more than I am enjoying myself. And I won’t go near destroying someone’s self-esteem. I knew a few guys who suicided after brutal destruction of their psyches in S/M and B/D relationships that went too far and too long; I won’t be part of that. And I just wasn’t convinced that Doug wasn’t coerced and was certain he wasn’t thinking about health risks either. So rather than rain on anyone else’s parade it was time for me to head out. I slipped over to my bag and started to dress; Charlie came over as I was pulling my clothes on. “Heading out already?” he asked. I lowered my voice to almost a whisper, “Honestly, this is turning into something I’m not into, so I figure I’ll slip out…” Right as we were talking, suddenly a voice could be heard over the link-up: “Yeah, take that big dick girl, your addicted to black now, right? Can’t go back to vanilla now… gonna take only big black cock from now on, right?” “Oh yeah, that’s true, I only want big black dicks in me now, lots of ‘em”. “You’ll be a drug whore for black dick now won’t you?” “Yes, yes, please!” Doug had stopped in the midst of being tag-teamed and let Roger fall out of his mouth as he looked up at his girlfriend on the screen being hammered by an admittedly huge cock on another one of the four guys I didn’t know in the hotel room. I saw the defeated look on Doug’s face, a look of betrayal and not a small amount of anger. He was fed some poppers, and Roger pushed his cock back into Doug’s mouth. “I’m beginning to see your point,” Charle mused. “We might not be hanging that much longer ourselves.” I finished dressing and told Charlie and Kieran I’d see them back at the Guest House and said good night to Warren and Joey. Kissing Max as I went by, I leaned down to Doug and whispered, “you don’t have to keep doing this if you’re not having fun.” He whispered back “Yes I do”. I gave him a quick peck and wished him well, Looking up at Roger, who was kind of glaring at me, I told him I was leaving so the rest could have a good time, showing the keys Jimmy had given me and asked where he wanted me to put them. Leaving them on the indicated toy shelf on a nearby wall, I bade the room of guys a general “good night” and slipped out into the darkness, shirtless again just boots, jodhpurs and harness. Turning left, I headed back to the Shamrock to let Jimmy, Lou and Vice know I was heading out. I texted both Lou and Vice that I was heading back over. Vice sent back ‘coast is clear, the asshole left after shooting a load’. Good. At least I didn’t have to deal with that too. I’ve mentioned it before in this long retelling of that wild weekend – the bars in Provincetown close ludicrously early, at 1am. When that happens, people come streaming out of all the bars and those that haven’t hooked up yet, or those not planning to, all congregate around Spiritus Pizza – hundreds of them, especially on big summer weekends. Spiritus stays open until 2am, and even though a good portion of the crowd will STILL be outside it until 3am, the second exodus begins when the lights go out, and that must have happened only a few minutes before as there were a good number of guys out walking, even back on Bradford Street. As I strolled over, being cruised and cruising back my leather jodhpurs started tenting out as I got hard again. It wasn’t that I was tired of sex yet, and didn’t actually want to be done, I just wasn’t into the scene that was happening between these two locations. I didn’t even have to knock; Vice was waiting with the door slightly cracked he grabbed me by the harness and hauled me in, pushed me to a seated position on the nearer bed, and proceeded to pull my boots and socks off, and my jodhpurs down and off, stuffing them back into my bag and tossing it over with the other bags of clothes. I was astonished by the greeting, and said, “Wow. Miss me much?” “You’ve no idea.” Again using my harness as a daddy handle, he pulled me up and over to the refreshments and favors and handed me a bong and torch. I looked around the room to check the scene here – Cassie was still in the sling and deliriously happy. Cosmo and his crew were gone and so were two of the other guys, leaving Lou, Martin, the three African American guys from earlier (whose names I never got to learn) and two new men of color, one older than me, wiry, short, normal sized cut dick, the other younger and seemed to me to be Boriqua, at least when he spoke it was mostly in Spanish, he was amber-eyed with a nice young soccer body and a fat uncut dong. Jimmy was still there, obviously, watching over his niece and seemingly serving as a “fluffer” to the guys banging her. He looked a little worse for the wear, actually. Then there was Vice and the hot Irish Daddy, who was quick to introduce himself as the Motel Owner, Christopher O’Callahan… “but you can call me Christy.” “Pleased to meet you… you are Brendon’s father right?” “Who else could I be, man?” Looking him up and down, I smirked, “you COULD be his older brother looking the way you do, nice view man.” “You’re daft, but you can keep sayin’ that anyways. Now, are you gonna stand there posin’ for pictures or are you going to light that fire?” Chucking, I melted the bowl and took a deep draw, and Vice was leaning in to take a shotgun almost instantly. I breathed that vapor into the stud and our tongues danced together for a bit. “Welcome back,” he said, and indicated I do another. Pulling that next hit I was pleasantly surprised that Christy leaned over for a shotgun as well so I enthusiastically locked lips with the married father, and he was enthusiastically kissing me right back. NICE! The three of us then passed the bong around several times, sharing back and forth with each of the other two guys. Now this WAS really nice, but I did need to say something about the other squad over at Jimmy’s. I tried to catch Jimmy’s attention, but he was so concentrated on deep throating his current partner that he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Lou came over at that point to say hello. He looked more serious than usual. Indicating Jimmy, I asked Lou, “is he all right?” “Hard to miss, isn’t it,” Lou began. “I have never seen him like this and I’ve partied with him many times. He was all normal, things were hopping and I had to step outside to meet a ‘client’ for just a minute. When I came back in, he was like this… SOMEBODY slipped him something when I stepped outside, something I didn’t provide or approve, he can barely put three words together! Fuckers!” Appalled, I said, “that is so wrong, I mean seriously, a guy invites you to a hot sex party and pays for and supplies all the favors you could want, and you go and roofie him as thanks? Who does shit like that?” Lou was taking a hit, and after he blew it into Vice’s mouth he turned back and said, “all I know is that as soon as I came back in, that asshole Cosmo and his crew left in a hurry.” “Aw, fuck, so this is my fault then, He punished Jimmy instead of me,” I replied. Both Lou and Vice were quick to contradict me: “It is NOT your fault Daddy J.” “What you did, he deserved. This isn’t on you, J, it’s on me… I was only gone for like 5 minutes.” A deep Irish brogue cut through saying, “It’s bloody not anyone’s fault but himself, Cosmo. The man’s an idjit of the highest degree, always flyin’ off the handle with a temper worse than a red-headed Irishwoman. I heard whatcha’ did man, earlier that is, and cross my heart, hope to die, he’s been needin’ that from someone for a long, long time. I just bloody well wish I was here to see it!” “You’d of loved it,” Vice cut in. “That feckin’ scallywag never shuts his gob, always with a bad word about something, callin’ names and spreading misery. I don’t even go to the K of C* ana’more cause I can’t stand his nasty yammering…” (*Knights of Columbus, Catholic Men’s Club f.y.i.) That made me laugh, “I got invited to join your Knights when I lived here May to October for 6 years back in the 90s. If I’d had known there’d be studs like YOU there, I’d have rethought my decision and joined.” “Aye? More’s the pity.” We just grinned at each other. Vice finally asked, “so how come you left over there?” Pleased to get back to the important matters. “Well, frankly, it stopped being my kind of scene. I’m not convinced that Doug really actually wanted this – I think he doing it more to please her highness over there. I mean sure, his body is enjoying the sensations he’s getting, om Tina, who wouldn’t?” I took a quick hit. “But every time he got taunted from here and the few times over there, he stopped having a good time, going from confused to hurt to angry, until he got swept up in the pleasure again. Then the minx started in on taking loads, doesn’t she realize the danger for him? And he’s too fucked up to make a rational decision for himself. They got what sounded like consent from him and began breeding him. I will only do that when someone is poz, or if I truly know that neg guy is fully aware of what they’re doing. He’s not.” I paused a moment to take another shotgun from Christy, and passed it along to Vice before continuing, “and the little Cuntasaurus Rex tops all this off by letting Doug hear her screaming that she’s only ever going to take black dicks from now on… the kid was both furious and humiliated! If little missy still wants a boyfriend tomorrow morning, she needs to shut her mouth or have it filled and tell him later that it was in the heat of the moment and apologize. I was going to tell her directly, but it doesn’t look like she OR her uncle are in any condition to understand me.” Lou looked back at them as well, “No, I don’t think they would either. I’ll get them to turn down, the volume on the microphone here, so at least he’s not subjected to that.” He turned and actually did that himself. “So other than Jimmy getting roofied, how is it going over here?” Vice looked around, then down at his feet, then back up, “Honestly, it’s boring. She’s a bossy little thing, tells you what to do, and doesn’t do anything for the guy at all. Her snatch is seriously not that special, not like a guys ass at least.” He looked at me with a smirk, “you and your friends have spoiled me… and I don’t mind in the least.” Lou grabbed Vice’s chin and planted a big wet kiss on him and they snogged for a minute or two while Christy and I just chuckled. “Mighty glad to hear,” Lou concluded with his arm over Vice’s shoulder. “Aye, she’ll order you around like a drill sergeant but lay there like a dead fish, not enough give-and-take for me. If I wanted a dead fish, I beg my wife again, she who hasn’t had relations with me in YEARS…” “Apparently, she’s insane,” I quipped drawing a general laugh. “Ana’way, since your men over there started in, she’s got no interest in us, too pale you know…” “And that’s not fair to you guys,” Lou inserted. Then looking down at us all stroking each others cocks, he said, “It’s clear to see there won’t be anymore here for you guys, I’d come with you wherever you are going, but I’m gonna’ need to stay here, watching over these two tweakers, and THEN locking up over at Jimmy’s. No need for you three to suffer too.” Again he gave Vice a kiss, “text me where you are playing, if nothing else, end up back at Daddy J’s with him and I’ll pick you up there when I’m done… It’s likely to be around dawn, I’m afraid.” Vice just nodded. “And you,” I asked turning to Christy. “Are you up for more?” “Oh aye, sure, Brendon may only want to get some good head when he parties, but I’ve always been up for more,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Much more…” “Damn that’s hot,” I said. “Always?” “Well,” came the reply, “not always, but when you live here, surrounded by guys having no strings attached sex CONSTANTLY, you start to wonder, so you dip your wick a bit, let someone blow you, and feck if you don’t come back for more, ‘cause bloody hell no one gives better head than another man. Then, when the wife stops bein’ interested as most of ‘em do eventually, then you find yourself doin’ it more, and once you’ve been sucked and you’ve banged a male arse, you get curious about the other way around.” “That’s hot Mr. O,” Vice said. “You’re not the first married guy to tell me that in this town, when I lived here half the year, I had several mostly str8 married guys I knew tell me essentially the same thing… I find it hot, since I guess most wives wouldn’t go for the Open Sexual Relationship my hubby and I have… funny, if there not into it anymore, shouldn’t they be pleased their men are getting what they need without needing to provide it herself? Seems awfully selfish…” “You’ve no idea, man.” “Anyway we CAN go back to my room over at the Ranch,” I suggested. “I’ve a better,” Christy supplied. “I can’t leave, Brendon alone without a backup, so I need to stay here. We’ve got what we call ‘the overflow room’, for emergencies like double bookin’s. Most a’ the time we use it as a nap room for the staff. Come on, I’ll show ya’.” We three redressed at least from the waist down. We went to the supplies and snagged some lube, drinks, poppers and Lou gave us a baggy and pipe and torch making us promise to give them to Vice to return, and with Vice and I carrying our bags with the rest of our clothes/costumes in them followed Christy out of the room and turned left toward the office. Signaling us to wait outside, he popped into the office and we heard him talking to Brendon for a moment and as he opened the door coming back out we heard more clearly, “I’ve just got to blow off some steam lad, I’ll be back in a few.” He then led us into an opening next to the office that led to a staircase going up in an L shape and letting us out above the office with three options, left and right went along the walkway in front of the second floor rooms, while straight ahead was a hallway with guest’s laundry and staff linens on one side, on the other side there was a door marked “21” an alcove with ice machine and snack vending machine, and then just before the corridor ended there was a curtained window facing into the corridor next to a door marked “22”. Room 22 was an odd little space with a door on the left wall that apparently let it be joined to 21 to make a suite, along with a dresser and TV, a chair in the corner, one bed, King Size faced the TV from the right hand wall with night stand on either side, and the entrance to the small bathroom on the same wall as the window, meaning it had to be behind where the corridor ended. Again, very small with barely enough room along the rear wall to get into bed on that side. But it was enough for 3 men to have some sex play. We got out of our clothes quickly as Christy used some kind of pass-key on the TV box and got the hotel’s gay porn channel going, while Vice and I set out drinks, lube, poppers, pipe and torch. “Spark it up, boys!” Christy instructed me as I paused a moment to take in the entirety of the hot married daddy. He just got better with continued viewing. Along with my hot sexy local boy, this was sure to be some hot cloudy fun free of bullies, power trips, demanding females and worries. I rolled the bowl over the flame with the stem turned to Christy, “You’re the host, so you go first, this is a perfect location!” He drew a long slow pull, handed the kit to Vice and got on his knees using his arms to move Vice and me hip to hip. Opening his mouth he let out part of a cloud on Vice’s cock then the rest on mine. As Vice and I traded a few hits, Christy went back and forth sucking both of us, and he was pretty good too. “Enjoying that?” I asked, looking down. “S’Grand, just grand,” he responded. “Why don’t we all get on the bed?” Vice suggested, so we put the pipe on a nightstand and all of us crawled onto the bed, getting in a circle sucking cock, then switched direction so we all got to taste each of the other guys. My mind was frankly blown, Here I was doing a three-way with a handsome guy married to a woman with an adult son, and an up until 2 days ago Str8 young stud, and both guys seemed to be cock crazy. So wild! Granted, Christy said he’s been doing this for a while, but still it was a real turn-on. I felt Vice’s finger flicking around my hole and pulled off Christy’s cock to look over at Vice and wiggled my tongue at him with a wink. He caught on right away, so I lifted my leg as he pulled me closer and I pulled the hot Irishman the same way so that Christy’s pink hole was accessible. Vice started eating my hole like a starving man, and I moaned just a bit before I sank my face between those lily white buns and attacked that tight pucker. “Oh, feck, yeah...” was the response, and not more than an instant later, Christy pulled Vice closer and enthusiastically tongue-fucked that hairy hole. Again, we switched the other way, me rimming Vice rimming Christy rimming me. We all had nice wet and relaxed holes when we pulled up to breathe and hydrate. We were trading hits from the pipe, all leaning back against the headboard when I noticed that the porn was a pre-condom Al Parker movie. “Oh damn, this guy is my absolute favorite porn star,” I said. “I understand why,” Christy responded. I’m sure since this was his hotel and his porn system, he certainly must have seen this before. It was new to Vice of course, “He IS pretty hot but lots of the other guys in your kind of porn are, what make him your favorite?” Vice asked. “A couple of things,” I answered. “First of all, he’s handsome and unabashedly hairy, with a great body that’s natural not ‘roids; then there’s his cock – it’s huge, and gorgeous, and he does wild ass things with it and those big nuts like sucking himself and fucking with his balls: and mostly, it’s that he’s a masculine guy who tops AND bottoms, rims and gets rimmed, sucks and gets sucked, fuck and fucked, fists and fisted, all with complete freedom, no judgement on taking the bottom role loving it as much as the top and enjoying ALL aspects of pig sex. That’s really a turn on for me, so yeah he’s my favorite (still is to this day, actually!). “So who’s getting fucked?” Vice asked. “Well, as usual, selfish piggy me wants both,” I said. “Me too Daddy J.” We both looked at Christy. “Do you fuck too Christy, and if so, top or bottom or both?” He actually blushed, a pink flush running up from his chest and neck and going up his face – it was seriously cure. “Not as often as I like, and usually I do the fucking, but honestly I do enjoy both.” The blush continued to increase as he continued, “I’m even prepared for that tonight, I did you know, just in case. But I’ll need a few more hits before I do!” He drew a long pull and leaned over to Vice, and shotgunned him. Pulling off, he said, “Never thought I’d be doing this with YOU, Vicente… can’t tell ya’ how hot that’s gettin’ me.” Exhaling a cloud, Vice replied, “Me too, Mr. O. I almost shot just watching you fuck that little bitch tonight, wishing it was me.” “Wish I’d a known you were into to this lad, we coulda’ been havin’ some sweet times!” “That’s cause I didn’t know I was into this, until this wickie hawt weekend, Leo and Daddy J here have been showing me the ropes. Funny, growing up here, everyone else on the Cape is always assuming that you must be gay, so we kids over-compensate I think. Never felt anything major having sex with chicks, got my rocks off but that was it, no spark, no real excitement, and frankly they’re a kinda’ annoying at times. Maybe I was trying so hard to be straight, that I totally hid stuff that shoulda’ been a clue. I fit in with guys better, and to be honest, have always looked, especially in locker rooms, and knew which guys were hot and good looking… like you at the station getting out of your uniform…” “Wait,” I said as they handed me the kit. “You two know each other? Just how flipping small IS this town? I Lived here 6 summers and never heard half of this kind of stuff.” “Small, especially in Winter,” Christy began. “Vicente here was one of my trainees at the Station 4. And I assume he won’t gab to anyone ‘not in the know’ about any activities we get into now and later, and I promise to do the same.” “Deal,” the hoT former str8 boy promised. “Get this when Daddy J and I were at Jimmys tonight working those holes in the wall where dicks come through?” “Glory Holes,” I interjected. “Right, glory holes well whose dick comes sticking through but Matteo Costa, and his brother Javier to Daddy J!” “He’s a handsome devil, old mate of yours too I recall.” Vice nodded then continued, “Yeah, good pals in the old days – and he’s got a beautiful big hog too. I got to suck both of ‘em and then Matteo FUCKED me, and Javier fucked Daddy J. It was wickie hawt and wickie nasty, damn I’d love to get him all tweaked up and take that cock again, get him to take mine…” “Maybe I’ll help you with that very thing in the future lad…” I finally pulled out of the wild spin these revelations put me and said, “Fire Uniform? Damn, I wish you had that here tonight for us to admire and then strip you out of it! Now let’s fuck!” We pulled a few more clouds while Christy gave himself a booty bump. Allowing time for the bump to take effect, Vice and I did our turns on the bottom first. I slid into Vice on his back and gave him a nice good fuck that he was thoroughly enjoying, then pulled out for Christy to take over. I loved seeing the looks on both faces as the older stud sunk his big prong into the young hottie that was a former student… very wild and hot to watch. Then it was my turn on my back, Vice sliding his now familiar tool into me giving me a slow plowing then being replaced by Christie, whose fat cock felt amazing stretching my hole, and boy that man could throw and energetic fuck, it felt amazing. It was time for our host to give up his hole, so taking a rip, I got down and tongued his hole, exhaled the cloud onto him, then lubed up my cock and slowly pressed in. His strong arms gripped my shoulders and even held me in place while I was about halfway in. Vice handed him poppers, an he took a couple of hits in each nostril. I saw him flush red as he nodded at me to continue. With a slow steady pressure I kept on until my balls banged against his cheeks and I was fully inside. “Ahh, that’s grand, that’s so grand… do it man, fuck me!” Who could resist? Like I did with Doug the virgin, I started a real screw, adding circular horizontal motion to my in and out thrusts. Along with his moans, the pre-cum dripping steadily from his dick told me he was really enjoying this. I grabbed one of his nips and squeezed hard, while he did the same on both of mine, then suddenly wrapped his long legs around me. I love being in that position! Vice had been waiting patiently, but I could see he was really hot to fuck his old instructor. I slipped out, and Vice was right there, teasing the hole with the head of his beautiful cock and holding out the bottle of poppers. “You’re gonna’ need these!” I opened the bottle for Christy, who eagerly took several hits before handing me back the bottle. As soon as I had capped the bottle, Vice sank into that hot ginger ass in one long slow steady thrust. “Jayzus, Mari and Joseph!” erupted from the impaled hottie, and after allowing a couple of seconds for Christy to catch his breath and expand his hole for a cock wider than mine, Vice began to give him an incredible dicking down. I’m not usually the voyeur type, but between having sex nearly non-stop since Thursday afternoon and how hot these two were for each other, I sat back and enjoyed the view. Shortly thereafter, another pause and we got into “lucky Pierre” fucking, one of us on the bed while another fucked him and that guy getting fucked from behind. That middle position is “Lucky Pierre” and it’s my favorite place to be in a three-way. On Friday night, Lou and I had taught Vice what it felt like and he was instantly a fan of the position. We got all the variations we could, and during our round robin, we each wound up giving a load – Vice took mine and Christy’s while I took Vice’s. It was getting to be time to finish up so Christy could go let his son out from behind the front desk, Vice and I took a quick rinse of a shower, and got dressed to go. We texted Lou that we were heading out and that Vice would hang in my room until Lou got in touch, and that Christy would be down shortly to return the pipe and poppers and such. Before we left the room, he gave us each his private cellphone number, telling Vice he’d see him soon, and letting me know to get in touch before I left town. Walking down the stairs, we thanked him profusely for an excellent end to the evening and headed around the corner onto Pearl Street, and then turned right on Commercial. Once again, the street was foggy and quiet. A few guys passed us, looking us over or tossing a flirty comment, while Vice and I discussed the ups and downs of the evening festivities. “Gotta’ say I liked last night better,” Vice told me. “Parts of tonight were wickie hawt, I mean I fucked around with Mr. O and Matteo! Mind blowing! But that niece of Jimmy’s – nah, didn’t go for that, too controlling and doesn’t give back… how was her boyfriend?” “Hot, but there was something holding me back from fully getting into it you know? This session with just the three of us did a lot to restore the sexiness of the evening.” “And then of course there was your “Golden Gloves” performance…” That did make me chuckle, I’ll admit. “I so hate it when someone feels the need to push me that far, what a douchebag.” We had reached Carver Street and walked up on the porch, I let us in to the foyer, and pushed the night bell for whoever was behind the desk. In a minute, Miles the houseboy pulled the main door open and we stepped in, smiling at us. “You had some wild night, Daddy J! I mean first the Garth Brooks songs and then you take down some homophobe?” I sighed, looking at Vice who simply smirked at me. “I take it Keiran and Charlie got home before us then?” “Oh, yeah, little bit ago,” he informed us as we headed to the stairs. “Did you really beat him so hard he needed to go to the hospital?” I didn’t even look back as I started up the stairs, “God I hope not.”

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 11 PLEASE NOTE: I AM POSTING THE LATEST INSTALLMENTS IN THREE POSTS ALL AT ONCE, PLEASE READ THEM IN ORDER. THIS IS THE SECOND OF THREE ! Installment number Twelve of what was probably the best real party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4-day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown by myself, with him joining me after his convention for the much more vanilla style sex he prefers. See my intro to part 11 for more of a summation of parts 1 - 10. So along with me - at the time a 43-year-old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on what was now a foggy Saturday night having left the Dance Party at the Crown where I had been pulled up to fill in for a performer with laryngitis, we got back to the sexual adventures. JImmy, Lou, Vice, Keiran, Charlie and I escorted Jimmy's niece Cassie and her boyfriend Doug back to their transformed motel room so they could take a walk on the wild side. Apologies for stalling this segment, but on that Saturday night a few things happened that bug me a bit to this day, and as they are about true events I don’t change them or ignore them to cover what actually happened. 19 years later, I’m still not sure if I should be ashamed of myself or proud of myself! Trigger warning: there's some violence in this part. And though Cassie is in the room, we don't focus on her, this is about the sex with the males of the group. Don’t worry, good chemsex too! Also please note that the college-age folks were all over 18, so if I call someone a “kid” that someone is still of more than legal age, it’s just an expression I use referring to people who are more than 2 decades younger than me!. SATURDAY NIGHT'S ALL RIGHT FOR FIGHTING Her Uncle Jimmy, hearing this said, “Don’t worry baby girl, you’ll soon have more straight guys here to fill out your gang-bang fantasy.” He then directed Kieran and Charlie over to us where Doug appeared eager to taste one and then the other, copying his girlfriend’s moves and seeming to like it. After about 10 minutes I noticed that Jimmy was texting something on his phone, then pulling on a jock he cracked open the door to the outside looking both ways and signaled a “come in” invitation with his hands. Six guys entered the motel room as we all stopped what we were doing to see who was joining us. A few postings back in this recounting of that wild weekend I mentioned that Provincetown was very, very Caucasian – a thing foreign to me, a born-and-bred New Yorker who enjoys fooling around with men of all races and nationalities including my own – I love variety! I wrote that I only really ‘knew’ three African-American guys in town – I should have said ‘three that were gay and I’d had sex with’. There were a few other men of color around the summers I lived there, mostly straight, but truly only a few, while Latin and Asian guys were almost non-existent among ‘townies’ in the ‘90s. Imagine my surprise and potential delight when four of the six newcomers were men of color. I recognized one guy named Martin who I found out later that evening had become the sous chef at The Lobster Pot. When the Hubby and I decided after the second summer working in P’Town that we might stay over the Winter, we got jobs at the Lobster Pot, and at the time Martin was a 19 year old tall rail-thin islander with a very cute-handsome face and sexy Caribe accent who back in ’91 had just moved up to kitchen assistant from dishwasher. We were both disappointed to learn he had zero interest in guys, though he was gracious about the pass we made at him. By the beginning of November that year we decided that staying the winter would NOT be our thing and left for New York – by the time we left town, Martin and my Hubby were always joking and causing me to constantly crack up at inappropriate times. I was very titillated to see him be a part of this. Aside from moving all the way up to the second spot in the kitchen, in the intervening years his shoulders had broadened, and he had grown into his height and was even sexier in his 30s than he was at 19! Jimmy herded them over to the drinks and the pipes. As the newbies began indulging our host gave an expanded version of his earlier speech, “Listen up guys, guys, this is a special welcome party Lou and I put together for my niece Carrie who has always wanted to be gang-banged, and her boyfriend Doug who is curious to try out his bi side. Thanks for helping me make their fantasies come true – we’ve got some guys here already for Doug’s end of things so if that’s not your scene, you don’t need to be a part of it at all, but if you do, no judgement. I know Carrie is why most of you are here, and as a reward we’ve got all the best party favors to get you and keep you in the mood, so drink up, light up, spin up and get undressed and get comfortable.” Just before these new dudes came in, Kieran had replaced Doug between my legs and was giving me some great oral while his husband Charlie was being serviced by Doug. As Jimmy was speaking, I saw Martin taking a hit off a tina bong and blowing an impressive cloud. As he exhaled, his eyes caught mine. At first, he had that, ‘I know you but I’m not sure from where…’ look on his face, but then realization struck and he smiled and nodded at me. I returned the smile only to be distracted when my Boston fratboy slowly let my cock slide out of his mouth and stood up, obviously to stretch his legs. As I was still seated on the side of the bed next to Vice and Lou, standing up put Kieran’s dick right in front of my face. Not one to miss out on any sexual opportunity, I took his semi-hard tool in my mouth and gave him some pretty toe-curling head in return. I was in the perfect spun place to really go to town on any cock orally at that point, enjoying how good his skin felt and tasted as I took him in. Don’t know about you guys, but I do love sucking a dick that’s mostly flaccid and feeling it chub up in my mouth until it’s completely hard. I love that almost as much as rimming a hot hole before I fuck it. I don’t always get to indulge my oral side as much as I might like in some scenes, as many of my bottom buds want to get to the fucking as soon as possible; while I like to suck and get sucked, and rim before sliding into some hot dude hole, or get rimmed myself before someone slides into me. The straight crew were still getting spun up, slowly getting out of their clothes, using the bathroom and eyeing the porn and Carrie, and it seemed like their real entrance into the scene was imminent. Jimmy came over and signaled the gay crew to shift over to the other bed, so that Carrie and the straight boys would have one to themselves, while Doug and the gays would take the other for now. Hardly missing a beat Charlie, Kieran, Doug and I switched over, with Jimmy joining us. I wound up on my back on the bed with Doug sitting on my face and someone sucking my cock – I think it was Charlie. I heard Doug gagging and realized he was attempting to suck off his girlfriend’s uncle. If you remember from previous chapters, Jimmy’s cock is very large for a white guy, especially since Jimmy was a really compact guy who was only 5’5” tall. I could only marvel that newbie Doug was actually attempting to get that monster down his throat – I guess my suspicions about him only doing this for Cassie were wrong, at least from the enthusiasm he seemed to be showing. I can say that rimming his virgin hole was a treat, and I was back in hog heaven when SOMEONE’s ass slid down over my cock and began to ride me. I heard a key turn in the lock, and most of us froze until Jimmy called out “it’s cool, he’s joining us…”. Easing back from Doug’s hole and looking between his legs I saw a late-twenties, skinny as a rail, pale as a ghost, freckled ginger come in just wearing basketball shorts and slides looking around in delight. “My Ma’s finally gone to run the office at the Windjammer and will not be back tonight.” In his light brogue he continued, “my Da’s manning the desk here while I dip my wick and he may stop in for a dip himself when I relieve him later.” Moving further into the room he passed us as he queried “Have ya’ got a wee bit of the T for me Jimmy?” Finding my throat in the need of some hydration, and my neck seriously needing to unkink itself, I extracted myself from the man-pile I was in the middle of and made my way over to the refreshments and the bongs. As the redhead rolled the bowl above the torch flame and I was downing a bottle of water, Jimmy introduced us. Turns out this was the owner’s son Brendon, and the Windjammer was their other motel down in Truro. He passed me the glass cock and the torch and as I was inhaling the vapor, Martin came over and smiled his big toothy grin and said “I thot’ dat was you! How you been mon? And where’s your sidekick?” Damn, between his Caribe lilt and Brendon’s mild brogue, I could listen to these two talk all night… Blowing out my cloud I replied, “He’s at a Convention and is joining me tomorrow night. And yes, he knows I’m here!” I wanted to cut off that question that seems to come from all straight folks when they encounter a sexually open gay couple. So many assume we must be cheating on the other, and that’s the furthest thing from our minds! While we chatted and shared blowing some clouds, the two of them started watching the action on Cassie’s side of the room. “She’s a wee vixen, isn’t she?” Brendon asked Martin, who agreed heartily. At that moment, she was surrounded by five guys with both hands jerking a dick and her mouth going from cock to cock to cock around the circle. Two other guys leaned on the wall waiting their turn to get in the circle of the soon-to-be gangbanged college nymph. Martin watched for a bit more, then looked over at the other bed where Kieran, Charlie, Jimmy and Doug were sucking and rimming up a storm, and then back at the circle around Cassie. Blowing out a cloud and handing me the bong and torch, he mused to Brendon, “seems like it will be a while ‘till we get our turn, mon.” Brendon just grunted in agreement, nodding sadly. “Unless…” Martin said turning to look me in the eye and raising an eyebrow as I was drawing a hit through the bubbles, “a long time ago you made me an offer an’ I was stupid and turned it down. Dat offer still stand? You maybe help us out?” Raising an eyebrow myself, I looked at them both and slowly exhaled a huge cloud. “I could certainly help out an old friend – and a new one – if you’re sure you want that.” “I was a stupid kid back then, not anymore!” And then he gave that toothy smile again and waved his long, soft, mahogany wanker at me. “just remember, I’ll be doing this because I like it, and I like you, I do this for fun, NOT for a power trip in either direction….” Martin nodded then I turned to Brendon to see him agree as well then saw he had dropped his basketball shorts to reveal a pale floppy dong framed by flaming red pubes that seemed to already be chubbing up a bit. “All righty then,” I smirked as I dropped to me knees. Taking a bong rip, I put the glassware down and put my mouth around Martin’s cock and began to suck gently, then let the cloud out around his stiffening member as he moaned softly. Taking another deep hit, I turned to Brendon and slurped his shillelagh down my gullet and again let the cloud slowly emerge around it, as I handed the pipe back. “Dat’s what I’m talkin’ bout,” Martin sighed with an “Um-hmm” coming from Brendon. I went to town on these two straight guys going back and forth deep-throating one while stroking the other, and then switching, then back, then switch. It was hot having them both go from soft and semi-soft to rock hard in my mouth. After a few minutes of back and forth, I felt someone kneel down opposite me, so that he could take one while I took the other, and then we could switch without either of these straight guys needing to move. As I was still throat deep on Martin, I let Brendon’s dick go so my fellow cocksucker could take him in. Glancing sideways around the cock in my mouth, I saw a huge white cock between the other cocksucker’s legs and realized that Jimmy had joined me. We switched back and forth for a few hot minutes until his phone buzzed and he got up to let three more guys into the room. I stayed down continuing my assault on these two excellent examples of penile development as Martin and Brendon continued to moan and compliment my oral skills. The three new guys shucked their clothes and grabbed beers looking around at the action. Seeing me taking hits off the bong and blowing them on the two cocks, and then seeing others around the room doing the same thing, the new guys asked what we were smoking and could they have some? I heard Jimmy give them the speech about his niece and her boyfriend and give them each a dick pill before showing them how to light the torch, roll the bowl and take some hits. Apparently all three were virgins when it came to tina and seemed to quickly start enjoying being in the clouds. Pulling his cock from my mouth, Martin grabbed Brendon and turned them both around to face the desk behind us. Glancing over his shoulder he told me “Don’ wanna’ cum too soon – waitin’ to bang de girl, so maybe you give us some tongue service back here?” I smirked up at them saying, “So long as you’re both clean back there?” Brendon looked a bit confused, and Martin whispered something in his ear. “Oh, aye lad, just had me a shower,” Brendon affirmed, and Martin chuckled “clean as a whistle!” while handing down the bong. I drew a hit as Martin leaned over the desk and indicated the Irishman do the same, suddenly I had two straight holes fully presenting for me. Just as I had when I started blowing them, I dove face first into Martin’s chocolate bubble butt, kissed then licked then drove my tongue in and let out my clouds around his pucker as he just sighed and nodded. Taking another hit, I did the same to the two freckled white snow-globes Brendon enticed me with. Once again, as I began to actually tongue fuck that hole, I released my cloud ever so slowly in that tight straight hole. Brendon began to mutter and curse, “Shite, what the feck, oh yeah, don’t stop my man… I never knew…” all the while bouncing around like he’d put his finger in an electric socket. My own cock was rock hard. “You know,” I drawled as I was rolling the bowl, “I’m mostly a top and if you two weren’t straight, my cock would shortly be balls deep banging one or the other of you or both. A Pity, but I respect limits.” Fortunately, the two just laughed it off. I finished my hit and noticed Vice now on the outskirts of the str8 boy ring had overheard me and winked in my direction murmuring, “And you’d both be lucky…” As I went back and forth rimming Martin and Brendon, I heard a couple of new voices. “Is that fag doing what I think he’s doing?” and “That’s disgusting” and “Actually looks into it, jeez I’m gonna be sick…”. Well, this was certainly putting a damper on the festivities. I broke away from the two hot butts and glanced back at where the voices were coming from and just sighed to myself. Standing watching us were the two guys Jimmy and I gave blowjobs to in the dunes late Thursday afternoon (see Part 2), the aging hippie and the abusive angry guy; they had a third guy with them I guessed to be one of the local fisher or lobster men. All naked, or mostly, and unfortunately due to my experience with two of them on Thursday, AND the trash they were talking in my direction, I really wasn’t interested in any of them, especially their nasty band leader. Rolling my eyes, I turned back and sucked my two guys a minute or two more, and then Martin tapped me on the shoulder. “It’s our turn wit’ the girlie, thank you my friend, that was delicious!” “Aye, that’s the truth in it, much appreciated,” was Brendon’s farewell as they hastened over to Cassie’s circle. Chuckling, I put my hand behind myself to get off my knees and go rejoin the “gay contingent”, only to be literally shoved back down. Seriously. Anyone who knows me will know how well THAT went over with me. Glaring up, it was of course, the dickhead from the dunes. “Where do you think you’re going Princess? Here’s more dick for you – get to work…” Clenching my jaw, I growled “I don’t think so…” and started to rise again, only to be shoved onto my ass by this idiot. “Nobody asked what you think, cocksucker,” he said with an ugly chuckle. “And nobody cares what some useless faggot thinks honey, now get to it. If you can kiss that black* ass you can certainly suck my white dick.” Lovely, so he was a racist too, unsurprisingly. He and the third guy stepped forward to bang their dicks on my forehead. To his credit, the aging hippie who I did suck off on Thursday while Jimmy did Prince Charming had the decency to look chagrined. *(the word he actually used here was not this one and began with “n”) “Weren’t you listening, I said ‘no’ dirtbag…” my voice was hissing through my clenched teeth, as I got one knee up and under me. The fool just didn’t stop instead jeering me with, “Oh, I get it! You want to kiss my ass too!” He turned around and tried to pull my head into his crack and I reeled back from the foul stench coming from his skanky poorly wiped hole that had definitely NOT been cleaned or washed since his last time on the bowl. Naaaaasty. “Fuck no, didn’t your mother teach you to wipe?” “Well then suck my dick…” “Are you deaf or just stupid? NO.” “Suck that real man’s dick now, girl.” “Really. Go ahead. Make me you fucking moron.” “You think I won’t?” “No, I KNOW you won’t,” I was only on one knee now, and at least the other two straight doofuses were sober enough to back away. “Oh yeah, you gonna stop me?” he laughed as he attempted to push me down one more time. That was a mistake. With one of my feet firmly planted already, I launched myself off the floor knocking his reaching arms away and slamming him against the wall which he hit with a loud thud, and my hands went around his neck. “YES… I… AM…” I growled as I loomed over him. What an idiot, I was all muscle at that time, was at least 5 inches taller with a longer reach, was probably 10 years younger and he was definitely not in shape – oh yeah, and I’m from New York. Foolish, foolish man. I must inject here that I do NOT allow myself to be bullied (or see any other gay guy bullied) and not do something. People who tried to gay-bash me in the past learned not to. For example, I was doing a show in Cincinnati in the late ‘80s and had been at a gay bar after the show for a drink, in those days the entrance was down an alley. I exited the bar into the alley to go home. and there’s some guy there who starts with all the stupid insults for gays he can come up with, and I’m ignoring him, trying to disengage, but he keeps blocking my path along with his litany of verbal abuse. I still tried to be peaceable and de-escalate, but like the idiot in Provincetown he just doubled down and shoved me against the wall of the alley and spat in my face. SPAT IN MY FACE. Ok, I tried the “turn the other cheek” method but it did not work, so I beat the crap out of him. I mean I seriously beat the living daylights out of this moron. There were two guys coming out of the bar behind me who witnessed the whole thing and the commotion drew on-lookers from inside the bar, though they all huddled together by the door. By the time it was done, I had knocked two of his teeth out and had broken his nose. It was THEN that I was grabbed from behind by two of Cincinnati’s Finest, who were going to arrest ME for “fag-bashing” until the crowd at the door all assured them that the guy who was splayed out on the ground was the actual attacker and that I was actually the victim of the attack. So, they let me go, but after checking on the dude on the ground and suggesting he get his nose splinted at an Emergency Room, they let HIM go too. Wouldn’t take a report even when I complained that I had a right to. Told me it was better this way, since “he learned his lesson” and “what punishment could be worse than being beat up by a fag?” Yeah, seriously, welcome to the American Midwest in 1986. I was furious. My thought was that the only lesson the creep had learned was to pick on a smaller gay guy, or maybe don’t mess with guys from New York… Oh, and may I point out that the two cops were right there for part of the fight and waited until the guy THEY thought was the gay victim was knocked to the ground BEFORE they intervened. Think about that for a moment… And yeah, had a similar experience in the ‘90’s in Hells Kitchen when my friend Brad watched me give the same punishment to two Jersey Frat Boys who came into town to harass the fairies, who of course wouldn’t fight back, right? When they pushed us both from behind, knocking Bradley to the pavement, they didn’t realize I’d just come from the Gym and was both pumped and not in the mood for shenanigans. Black-eyed and bloodied, they took off at a run, while Brad cracked me up and calmed me down by clapping his hands together and in a sing-song falsetto yodeled out “My Hero!!”. So yeah, I’m not one who takes to being pushed around. Part of me is ashamed of how much I lose my temper, and part of me is proud I’m not to be fucked with. It’s an internal conflict I’m not sure I will ever resolve. So back to the sex party… Putting my thumbs into the pressure points at the sides of his neck, I slid him down the wall until his face was even with my still half-hard cock. Putting my foot between his legs pressed up against his junk, with my knee and one hand still pinning him to the wall, I took my cock in the other hand and slapped his face with it a few times. “Now who’s the ‘real man’ fucker?” I taunted back. “Now who should be sucking cock dude? Yeah, I think that’s what you should do. Time for “Mr. Only Gets Blowjobs From Fags’ to start giving them himself… serves you right.” I rubbed my dick against his lips as he shook his head back and forth, whimpering, and that’s when I noticed the tears streaming down his face. Fuck. I went too far again. I remember being humiliated to the point of tears as a little kid and how much I hated that feeling and how empty it made me feel inside and had vowed NEVER to do that to someone else. And I had just broken that vow. Yeah, self-defense, I know, and in all three cases MIGHT have been the only solution that would prevent me (or my friend) from being seriously hurt. So maybe he deserved it. But that doesn’t give me back the little piece of my soul that I sacrificed to achieve that outcome. Looking down with a real bitter taste in my mouth, I said “Oh for fuck sake, get up. You’d probably give a lousy blowjob anyway…” I hauled him up from under his armpits and stood him on his feet, he just blinked at me. “You’re welcome,” I muttered noting the lack of remorse. He looked around at the other guys and with a sniff said, “Couldn’t any of you have helped me get away from this crazy queen?” “Jayzus you just can’t keep your gob from diggin’ the hole deeper, Cosmo, can ya’?” Brendon chided from the bed by Cassie, “you started it and if you’ve not more civil, I’ve a mind to kick you to the curb… now have a drink and a puff and come meet this lovely lady and leave the other guests ALONE. Ya’ hear me?” “Cosmo?” I thought. Damn! I finally remembered him, Cosmo Duarte from Duarte Motors who once tried to WAY overcharge me for a Distributor Cap he assumed I would have no idea of what the actual cost should be. Cosmo Duarte. Figures. I let him slide away from me and wondered if I was still in the mood for all of this or not. I sat down on the bed the other gay guys and Doug were rolling around on and sighed. Charlie’s voice came from over my shoulder as I felt hands and bodies snuggle up to me, “Daddy J, this may be seriously twisted and wrong, but that was HOT…” “Wickie Hawt” came Kieran’s voice as a hand started stroking my cock back to fullness. Doug just whispered “wow” and from the other bed, I heard Vice say, “you know he totally deserved that Daddy J, don’t be upset.” “Yeah,” Lou snarked, “you ever hire out as a bodyguard?” I had to snicker at that. It was then that a female voice sounding a trifle annoyed rang out, “are we EVER going to fuck?” The room dissolved in laughter. Jimmy came over and sat next to me. “I’m sorry about that, I’m used to him being that way and it kind of turns me on. I probably should have warned you – or better yet, him.” I nodded and accepted his apology. He told me it was time we got both of these kids fucked. He was going to put Cassie in the sling here in the hotel room and giving back the keys he instructed me to take Doug, Keiran and Charlie around the corner to his place and put him in the sling. His friend Roger and a few other locals would be there soon - or might be there already – we’d turn the camera on in each room so that each college kid could watch the other get gang-banged (as well as Doug losing his anal virginity). I was certainly up for leaving this room and its’ vibe and going back to being just with other gays (and Doug) again. So the four of us got our bags of clothes and put on just the minimum amount needed to go out in public, of course my bag was more full than others, having to hold the parts of my Indiana Jones costume. So along with me in my harness, the leather jodhpurs and boots, and Kieran and Charlie in jeans and boots, all of us shirtless, I was wearing my leather fedora while the guys had their cowboy hats on. Doug grabbed some baggy shorts from a drawer then went to kiss his girlfriend goodbye, told her to have fun, and said he’d see her on the TV. As I ushered the guys out the door, I asked Kieran to take my bag as I needed something from Jimmy, he did and went out with the others. I asked Jimmy for any more special instructions (there weren’t any) and opened the door to leave the room. I am not a stupid man, so I kept the room behind me in my peripheral vision. Sure enough, just as I suspected he might, Cosmo the idiot came up from behind me ready to kick me out the door. Loser. I grabbed his leg, pulled him closer and clocked his jaw with a right jab and pushed him back into the room. Arms caught him and I growled “You just don’t learn, do you? Oh, and say ‘hello’ to Mrs. Duarte for me, okay?” As the door was pulled shut, I heard guffaws coming from inside… SUNDAY MORNING AFTER MIDNIGHT – DOING DOUGIE The fresh air outside the motel room helped clear my head and cool my temper, and after a few more comments on my take down of the idiot, the guys seemed to get the picture that I really didn’t want to discuss or even think about it right at that moment. I knew I’d seriously dwell on it later after the party and hoped maybe Father Frank would have a few minutes for a clerical chat with me. With welcome insight, Kieran started waxing enthusiastically about Jimmy’s basement play-space to Doug and to his husband Charlie (who had been asleep at the Guest House on Thursday night when I brought Kieran with me to Jimmy’s) and I joined in relating the fun Vice and I had when we manned the glory holes earlier that evening. Our destination was extremely close; so turning a corner off of Bradford Street we arrived at Jimmy’s house in the middle of the block where the short lane took a turn. I pointed out the glory hole alcove and led them to the opposite side where the ground level entrance was located. I called out since there were lights on and a guy who introduced himself as Roger greeted us by blowing a cloud and passing the bong to the first in line who happened to be Kieran who gratefully accepted. Roger was wearing just a denim vest and high-tops. Short, white, probably in his late 20s he had curly brown hair and eyes hidden behind tinted glasses, just an average body with a rubber strap around a seriously fat, floppy white dick with a fat P.A. piercing. He greeted each of us with a kiss and a pipe that he torched up for each guy as we introduced ourselves and I intro’d Doug. “Ah, the sacrificial lamb!” he joked. “Don’t worry dude, you’re gonna love this!” Doug just nodded and smiled in the haze of clouds. Three other white guys were there already as well, two older than the 43 I was back then and another looking college aged. The two older were both leather dudes, one muscular, bald and shaved all over wearing a harness and a leather codpiece; the other white-haired and pot-bellied in a vest, shorts and boots – a regular bear whom I recognized at having been in the group at the party on Thursday in this very room. The third guy was small, nice abs, in an open grey hoodie, white jock strap and ballcap, cute in a gymnast sort of way, with a smile full of crooked teeth and an ass I thought I’d like to get to know really well… but of course we were all here to top at first. After all of us who just arrived taking a quick piss and blowing some clouds, we helped Doug up into the sling and secured him by his ankles and wrists once he was comfortable. Roger was fiddling with the camera and screen and got into the “Private Room” Jimmy had set up on ICU2 or whatever the video share tool was being used that evening for the kids to see each other get gang-banged. Looking next to the swing, I saw that there was a bowl of condoms out with the lube, poppers, Max Impact, torch and pipe. Drawing the other guys into a huddle I let them know that this idea was sprung on Doug after his girlfriend got him partly tweaked and that he might not be of complete sound mind in making decisions, especially after the slam he was about to receive – so sounding like a complete Dad, I suggested that they either pull out before cumming in him or use a condom if they were heavy-leakers of precum… a couple of groans, but there were nods as well. Roger had gotten us linked with the guys in the motel, and the main screen now showed Cassie in the sling over there, grinning having just been pointed and blowing kisses to her boyfriend over the video link. Pulling a hit from a pipe, I shotgunned it to Doug, then looked him in his eyes and asked, “Are you happy with this, want to keep going?” “Uh-huh, this is so sexy, I want it ya’ know!” “Okay then, this guy here is about to send you into orbit so enjoy the ride – and if at any point it becomes too much, just tell us to stop, got it?” He nodded and Joey, the twink in the ballcap, stepped up and tied Doug off, swabbed the arm and warning the newbie that he would likely have a coughing fit then feel amazing, he got a register and then slowly pumped the virgin’s arm full of magic. Sure enough, *cough, cough, cough* and Doug was on his way and begging for attention. Joey and I both got down and tag-teamed a rim-job on the now-flying college kid and standing to lube him up, it was finally time. We had decided cock size order, smallest to biggest was the way to go, and Warren, the big daddy bear stepped forward to claim the cherry. He used lubed fingers first and seemed quite experienced in expanding a hole in preparation for fucking. He leaned back and whispered, “I don’t precum much at all, and I think a guy’s first time should be natural and raw, so I’m foregoing the rubber for now, and will pull out well before cumming.” Okay, I saw where he was coming from, and having started getting fucked myself before HIV started spoiling the party, obviously I lost my cherry to a raw cock just as prior to that when I fucked my first man asses I had done so condom-free. No one wore a condom back then, and why would they? I have to admit I couldn’t imagine having my first time being fucked take place with a condom… the big polar bear’s 5-inch dick still evoked a gasp or two from Doug as he slowly entered virgin territory, but after Joey had him take a few popper hits the newbie was soon nodding and smiling and encouraging more. On the screen, we saw that Cassie was already into the train being run on her, and her shrieks and moans got louder, along with the repetitive “Yes, yes, yes!” sounding for all the world like so many of the females in straight porn. Doug would watch for a bit seemingly interested, then go back to watching himself get fucked and snogging with his top. Joey followed Warren, rabbit fucking Doug with his hard modest tool, did I mention he seemed like a gymnast? While his dick was still inside Doug, he swung his legs up to rest them on Doug’s shoulders and proceeded to bang him frantically by pulling on the chains for purchase and telling Doug to suck his toes. The rapid bunny fuck produced so many squeaks, moans and grunts from Doug, the action on the screen at the motel actually stopped for a minute for Cassie to cheer her boytoy on and tell him what a great slut he was being for her. That was the first time I saw Doug’s expression cloud a little bit, but he was shortly back to telling Joey to fuck him harder. Charlie followed Joey in size order and his tool was definitely the fattest Doug had thus far, and that seemed to please the kid to no end. Charlie had an interesting fuck style, keeping his dick fully inside and slowly bumping the hole HARD without pulling any of his shaft out – using the swing of the sling to give Doug a slow deep fuck. Up on the screen I noticed Vice taking a turn on the tweaking co-ed, his hot ass pointed toward the camera while she shouted out instructions to him like a porn director. Even though it seemed to me like he was throwing a good fuck, she seemed to always want something else. He quickly pulled out and gestured for Lou to take over. I admit I chuckled when he looked into the camera knowing I was watching and gave the universal ‘mensa-mensa’ hand twist along with a raised eyebrow. “Well,” I thought, “someone seems to be heading for a full change of teams.” As Lou slipped his cock into the tweakette up on the screen, we heard her screech and then start yelling “oh yeah, give me that big black snake, never had one so big before you chocolate stud!” I had to roll my eyes. All I could think of was the conversation with Lou the day before about the extreme reactions he got either very positive or very negative being one of the few men of color in the resort town. Seems young Cassie was one of those who fetishized men of color – her later reactions would prove my suspicion. Hearing his girlfriend’s over-the-moon enthusiasm, the expression on Doug’s face once again clouded over. Charlie noticed as well. Changing his stroke style to a real withdraw and pound back style returned Doug’s attention to his own hole and he was again moaning, cursing, and with arms now released from the sling restraints pulling on Charlie’s hairy nips. The thrusts became faster and faster until with a grunt he pulled out so quickly Dougie gasped as his Charlie fisted his own dick rapidly with increasing intensity until with a loud cry of “FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” his body began quivering all over as he shot a huge load all over Doug’s belly, chest, neck and as far as his left cheek. Considering how much we’d all been playing this insane weekend, the amount of jizz he shot was kind of astonishing! Looking back up at the screen Lou was gone and Cassie was again giving directions to the guy who was fucking her in a manner that kind of bugged me. By the blinding white skin and flaming red hairs on that beautiful ass, I realized it could only be Brendon… damn what a fine ass, pity he was straight! After his explosive orgasm our Otter Charlie staggered back from the sling indicating to his husband, “All yours Babe…” Keiran wasted no time heading over to the sling and began licking and fingering his partner’s cum off the College kids’ body, making Doug lick the cum off his fingers and snogging him while dripping more cum into his mouth. Charlie had stumbled back and sat down heavily on the rim-chair. Warren made a bee-line for him, got on his knees and began to clean Charlie’s tool with his mouth. Having sparked up the torch by the sling, Kieran and Doug were sharing clouds back and forth as Kieran’s cock rubbed against the crack of that fine young ass and bumped up against D’s ball sack. After a couple of minutes, Doug moaned out, “fuck me dude, I need it!” Putting down the glass cock and torch, Keiran pumped some lube onto his cock (longer than his husband’s, but thinner) and slowly pushed into that no longer virgin hole. Looking around, I saw that Warren was beneath the rim-seat under Charlie (is there anything more fun than a rim-seat?) while Roger had slipped his big, floppy cock into Charlie’s mouth. On the screen, Martin was having his turn, and missy was back to screaming about “big black studs opening me up, making me a whore!” again, sounding like those awful chicks in str8 porn who never shut up with the little girly voice and high-pitched squeals (I have actually had sex with women a good number of times when in high school and college, and in group scenes on and off since then, so it’s not the sex acts themselves, but the annoying little girl voices and screaming that turn me off…) As she was going on and on, I thought “well, that’s sure to make me go limp,” and then realized I had said that loud enough to be heard by a few of the guys in the room. “Let me help with that,” said Joey as he brought over one of the bongs. Taking a hit, he handed bong and torch to me while sinking to his knees. Taking my semi into his mouth, he began to suck, his mouth like warm velvet, and then slowly let that white cloud out as he got me harder and took me deeper. Heaven! Girly squealing forgotten, I sparked the torch, rolled the bowl and took a big rip luxuriating in the excellent head I was now receiving. Clicking the torch off, I was about to exhale when a hand cupped my chin and pulled my head to my left side and a strong mouth clamped over mine. Quick to catch on, I exhaled into this new throat, and we exchanged that smoke back and forth a few times before letting it escape as a cloud between us. The mouth of course belonged to the last guy in the room, the muscular smooth leather guy who smiled as he took a huge hit himself and repeated what we’d just done, again letting the cloud envelope the three of us. He stepped back just a bit and with his leather codpiece now off, I could see the fat cut cock with the big gauge P.A. that was starting to chub up and might be as big or bigger than the pierced piece Roger was currently face-fucking Charlie with. Wow! Doug was likely to need another slam to take these two hefty dongs. After drawing another big hit from the pipe he handed it down to Joey who paused his oral ministrations on my tool while he too took a large hit then set the kit down. Returning to his amazing blow job, Joey slowly exhaled his cloud around my dick. Hot leather dude, who turned out to be Max, slid behind me rubbing that beer can between my cheeks and reaching around to work my nips – hard – and nuzzled my neck as he slowly let that fuck-smoke out to curl up around our faces. I moaned letting these two hotties get me hard again, as it was my turn after Keiran. Speaking of our Boston Boy, he was throwing Doug a nice steady fuck. Between their heavy making out, when they’d come up for breath Doug would moan and growl and beg for this all to go on forever. At the rim-seat Charlie was now servicing Warren from below while Roger fed Warren’s hungry mouth. On the screen, they’d switched off again, and for a few moments, I was puzzled as it seemed like Brendon was taking another turn before some of the other guys had even their first try. Then I noticed the legs were more muscular, the shoulders a bit broader, biceps bigger and the balls hung down lower. When someone came into the left side of the vid with a torch and pipe, the guy I thought was Brendon turned his head to take a long hit. Some silver was shot through the hair, a squarer jawline and there was a handlebar moustache – FUCK! That hot stud could only be Brendon’s father whom he mentioned would likely stop into for a “dip”. Hearing me growl out “DAMN!” both Joey and Max saw the same thing I did and agreed, saying: “hello daddy”, and “how do we get him over HERE?” Kieran was tapping out and motioned me over. “If you are still in the mood to fuck after you’ve done our guest of honor, I’d be up for taking that beauty,” I said to Max the Leather Stud. “And anything you want to do sweet thing, top or bottom, is fine with me…” I told Joey as I headed to the sling. Grabbing the Max Impact, I sprayed it into the provided washcloth and stuck it in Doug’s mouth, telling him to suck on it for a while. As he did, I dropped to my knees and began to rim his hungry hole. The skin of his pucker was almost fever hot, but as I rimmed that sweet young ass, I noted that all I tasted was him and some lube. No one at least so far had bred him. As I chowed down, I saw the cloth fall to the floor as Doug really began to moan and writhe around a bit more. “Mmmmmm, please Daddy.” Okay, no need to hit me over the head. Before I stood, I covered my cock with lube and wiped the excess off on his hole. Standing up I noticed the sling was a bit low for me, which if I’d been thinking made sense considering whose sling it was. Not wanting to stop the action to adjust it, I just imagined I was in dance class and put my legs into a deep second position and slid into that warm silky sleeve – now so open that he drew me in all the way to the balls in one slow thrust. Nice… Doug and I sighed at the very same time. I began to thrust using my crouched position and my hips and my ass muscles to pump with a circular horizontal motion along with my in-and-out motion so that I was literally screwing him. Each time the head of my cock dragged over his prostate he’d shudder and buck his ass and back a little bit off of the sling. That was totally fine with me since it allowed me to straighten my leg muscles for a few seconds each time he did. “Enjoying that?” I asked, smiling down at him. “It’s wild, ya’ know? Never thought I’d be doing this and liking it too!” This was hot, but nowhere near the turn on for me that deflowering Vice the night before was. Vice was more my speed looks-wise, personality-wise, and his enthusiasm was just different. More honest, actually. I still could not shake the feeling that Doug wasn’t all in on this, and had been bullied into it – a thought that was bolstered a minute later when we heard the noise coming from the screen where whoever was fucking Cassie at that moment was yelling “Yeah girl, you like that REAL man’s dick up inside you? Not like that little thing your girly-boy has, hell you can hardly call that a dick at all – look at that faggot up there, taking as much dick if not more than you are… look at that slutty bitch! You want a real dick inside you all the time now, don’t you?” “Yes, yes I do! I want a real man’s dick, so big, so thick…” Turning back to the newbie in the sling, I saw the look on his face – hurt, anger, betrayal – before Joey arrived and quickly popped the stem of a bong into Doug’s mouth and striking the torch while coaxing the kid to take in some heavenly clouds and let himself give in to the pleasure. As he was sucking in his second hit I smiled down and said, “Ignore them. Just because you like getting fucked doesn’t make you a girl or a bitch or less of a man, okay? I mean I like getting fucked almost as much as I like fucking, do you think I’m less of a man?” “Or me for the same reason?” asked leather bound Max. Doug looked at both of us and shook his head ‘no’. “Good, so just enjoy yourself and forget about them. I’m sure once the drugs wear off, she’ll be really apologetic…” I told him, despite harboring doubts to myself that she would. Taking a rip off the glass cock, I leaned down and shotgunned it to him as I began to pick up my fuck pace. Soon his wilted erection began to return – ah, youth! I pounded him a few minutes more, but didn’t regain my mood fully, and decided to surrender the field to his next Top. Looking at the weapons both Max and Roger sported between their legs, I looked over to Joey and pointed out those two big torpedoes and whispered, “Maybe he needs another small point before he takes those two?” Joey nodded in agreement, and rushed over to the supplies to set up a rig for Doug while I got him some Gatorade and made sure he drank a good amount. With only a few gulps left in the bottle, Roger used a dropper to add just a bit of G to the remaining beverage, encouraging Doug to drink it while Joey got the slam ready. Keiran, Charlie and Warren came over and we blew some clouds and got rehydrated ourselves. Helping Doug out of the sling for a minute, we brought him to the bathroom so he could piss, then bundled him back into the sling. Warren got down in front of the sling and began to rim and suck on the newly minted hungry manhole in front of him causing Doug to sigh and curse. Charlie was sucking Roger’s pierced cock when Joey tied off, found a vein, registered and then steadily pumped Miss T into Doug’s arm, pulled the tourniquet and then raised the arm up. The College kid coughed out a number of times, then started grabbing his nips and whining about being empty. Warren backed away and Roger stepped between Doug’s legs while slathering his big boy with lube. Nodding furiously, Doug tried to push his ass closer to that magnificent tool, and Roger obliged pushing slowly but steadily in, pausing once when the kid gritted his teeth and hissed. Joey was still playing assistant, so he grabbed the cloth from the floor, sprayed it with Max Impact, and shoved it into the open mouth, commanding him to suck on the cloth. Sure enough, the tension left Doug’s body and he just hummed out “Mmmmmmm..” as his hole took Roger in completely to the root, and the cloth in his mouth dropped out. Let me tell you, that was hot to watch. Max came up beside me as I was watching the scene and distractedly stroking my cock. “You like to give rim jobs?” he asked expectantly. “Nothiing gets me harder than having a guy really devour my hole.” “Oh hell yeah I do.” He pointed to the rim-seat, and grabbing the cloth and Max Impact, I moved over to the seat while spraying a good amount into the cloth. I lay on my back and slid under the seat, adjusting the neck support so that I was comfortably positioned below the center and began to suck on the wet cloth. Looking up I saw that magnificent muscular male ass descending towards me. Damn! I pulled the cloth out and handed the can and cloth up to Max as he settled in and got comfortable. The effect of the spray hit me at that point, and I went nuts chowing down on that tasty clean hole, kissing, sucking, nibbling, licking and tongue-fucking the hot leather dude while he ground down on me and moaned. I lost myself in the nirvana for a minute or two and then felt someone lubing up my dick and holding it vertical. Soon enough, a warm snug hole slid down my member and landed fully in my lap. It felt like whomever it was leaned forward, realizing the guy was giving Max head while I rimmed him. Perfect. This was where I love to be, fully invested in the pleasure only a bunch of horny, piggy, and tweaked men can bring! In the background I could hear Doug moaning and talking a blue streak asking for more. It was idyllic.

It’s become a tradition for me that I hope to keep as long as possible to travel to Gran Canaria for NYE and an extra week into January. I will link to those tales at the bottom of the post as it helps me keep track. Also I posted a quick status update previously but after reviewing the night I miscounted the load tally 2 lower than it was. Let’s get started with the basics for those that don’t know. Gran Canaria is the biggest gay travel destination in Europe, even before Berlin as in Gran Canaria there is no escaping all the horny gays in Maspalomas on the south coast. Maspalomas has a gay epicenter with tons of gay bars, drag shows and cruise clubs. So let’s dive into the title. I went to bed with 20 loads 💦 in my butt after a successful day / evening. It started in the late afternoon with a repeat with one of the best dicks in town. A sexy Spanish top that’s very hung but also his dick is so beautiful you just have to look and admire. He eased in after a little sucking to start it off. He loves my ass so it took him only 7-8 min to cum a big load inside me. I’m the self appointed king of home daytime hookups on these trips so I continued Gods work into the evening. Then followed a series of 5 hookups. One disappointing as he couldn’t cum (too tired to) and 4 others mostly nothing memorable but it did get me a few loads. Then followed the last hookup before going out and this was another highlight. A bottom staying close by needed to cum so I arranged to come over. Turns out he has a very nice dick and when bottoms fuck each other like that there is something about the mutual understanding for giving the load and no pressure from the receptive bottom on the performance. So there are no games. He was a sexy Brit and after kissing for a bit we started the fuck, a super nice 12 min fuck where he ended cumming tons deep into me. I’d say equivalent of 4 regular loads. After this I was invited to a local sex party from a top I got to know last year. He had another top and a verse guy and they wanted to have a little fuck party for the «early ish» evening, until a little after midnight. It was a fun and relaxed party. I got 2 loads during the party. We tried all sorts of combinations with sucking and fucking and did a couple of DP to open me up, was very fun. Now at this point I definitely had got enough (if you’re keeping track it’s 8 loads and lots of action) but the marathon bottom I am decided to end the night at Construction, one of the main Cruise Bars. I got there around 1:30 and it was busy AF but guys were both coming and leaving. I circled the area one time and decided to set camp in the brighter part of the darkroom where there is a big mattress often with 4-5 bottoms getting fucked. It was comparatively empty despite the crowd so I knew it would be a smart choice. The first hour or so I played with 4-5 guys. Each one took their time and only one of them came. Then a little bit later I was audibly fucked and cum into with a big load from a sexy muscle man. This was a turning point as we slut bottoms know that one load leads to another often and at this point it was getting well known that I had among the sloppiest asses in the club. 5 tops in a row who all had seen me get fucked and bred by someone fucked me and came within about 5 min of starting the fucks. The men were enjoying the show and I was becoming the clubs unofficial cumdump. It slows down for a moment and at that point a guy fully clothed walks in and goes int a corner. There was something about him so I walk over and start to feel him up and get the silent approval for going for his dick. I suck him off a bit but he was keen on fucking so we got right to it. He of course immediately noticed how fucking wet I was and commented on it. It made him super horny so he was cumming hard within a few minutes. We had a little talk after and he asked me «how many loads» to which I replied «15 with yours now» which made him immediately very horny again. We took a short bathroom break and he gave me a second fuck and came again. After that he positioned me in a place where you had a good view and was advertising my ass with 16 loads in it to the now thinning crowd and was whoring out my ass for about 20-30 min where several guys were enjoying fucking the now very open very wet with cum hole which netted 3 more loads until he himself gave me one final small and 3rd load. At this point it was about 4am the crowd was thinning so it was a perfect ending for me and I happily went to bed with all that remained of the 20 loads taken. 💦🐽 You can happily read my older horny tales of whoring and taking loads here from last year: And here is the one from the year before that again:

Nice, makes me horny

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 11 PLEASE NOTE: i AM POSTING THE LATEST INSTALLMENTS IN THREE POSTS ALL AT ONCE, PLEASE READ THEM IN NUMBERED ORDER! Installment number Eleven of what was probably the best real party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4-day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown by myself, with him joining me after his convention for the much more vanilla style sex he prefers. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me with lots of locals I enjoyed playing with again after a decade; but Friday morning, emergencies hit him and Lou the local candy-man, leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me – progressing to that night when a storm and blackout led to a bathhouse style house party at the guesthouse, with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran and his hubby Charlie; the Houseboys; the skinhead Manager Zar; Father Frank, an Episcopal Priest friend from Philly; some hot leather dudes; older daddies; a hot Saudi jock type, and of course Lou and Vice. Chapter 8 and 9 recount the str8 boi finally giving up his hole incredibly! In Chapter 10 the great sex and lousy weather continued into Saturday with Jimmy having a sneaky surprise to set up while Vice and I manned the gloryholes he has drilled in Jimmy’s shed! This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43-year-old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on what was now a foggy Saturday night while the no-longer-fullY-str8 guy and I headed down Commercial Street to my guesthouse to quickly dress for the theme party at the Crown & Achor. Apologies for stalling this segment, but on that Saturday night a few things happened that bug me a bit to this day, and as they are about true events I don’t change them or ignore them to cover what actually happened, and frankly for all the guys who ask “don’t you ever have something go wonky in your experiences? Not often, but yes, of course. This proves I have issues sometimes too and 19 years later, I’m still not sure if I should be ashamed of myself or proud of myself! There is some violence ahead on this evening, mostly in Part 12. Don’t worry, good chemsex too! Also please note that the college-age folks were all over 18, so if I call someone a “kid” that someone is still of more than legal age, it’s just an expression I use referring to people who are more than 2 decades younger than me!. SATURDAY NIGHT – DANCE, DRAMA, DEALERS AND DOWN-LOW’S AT THE “DECADES PARTY” At 11:00, Jimmy messaged us to “start heading down” and gave directions on how to properly lock his place up with the keys he gave me before he left. He knew I needed to stop at my guest house to change into fetish/club wear for the party and get Vice into his. I messaged back we’d be there at 11:30. Swinging out onto Commercial Street together, I looked at Vice and said “Looks like you’ll be getting some real pussy tonight, that must make you happy…” He shrugged and said, “Not really sure pussy will be as much fun, and besides, Jimmy’s niece looks kinda skanky, don’t she…?” “I thought she was kind of a manipulative little minx,” I replied. “Already got one of those, who needs more?” Vice quipped. I laughed and slapped him on the back as we headed through the fog to my guesthouse. We passed The Landmark restaurant and Silberhorn’s and I noticed a light on in a certain studio above a shop and saying, “Necessary pit stop,” I pulled Vice up the exterior staircase. This was a leatherworker’s studio owned by Bibi, my oldest friend in town - the second person I met when I first arrived in Provincetown at age 19 (her wife Bessie was the first). A fellow performer and writer who was 17 years my senior, we did a number of shows together. Bibi and her partner Bessie always insisted that I park my car in their secondary spot at their year-round home just up the hill from my guesthouse. They’d both been out-of-town when I arrived Thursday morning, so I hadn’t had a chance to check in with them, seeing her light on in her studio meant I could be polite and touch base. This 60-year-old gal always dressed like she had hit Haight-Ashley in “the summer of love” and never left. Opening the door, she smiled broadly, and pulled us in, giving me a tight hug as she did. After gushing for a minute or two, she looked over my shoulder and said, “Oh, hello Vicente! I didn’t know you knew each other!” I glanced back at Vice and raised an eyebrow. “What can I say? The outer cape is a wickie small place. Ms. Harris was my substitute English teacher all through High School… and she and Bessie are regular 420 clients of Lou.” Shaking my head at the almost incestuous-ness of it all, I confirmed with her that my hubby and I were still going to join Bessie and her on Wednesday for dinner, before asking if she had any accessories that Vice -or ‘Vicente’ – might borrow for the decades party. Seeing his new leather vest with the fringe, she nodded and headed back into the leather working section of studio, and puttered around a bit, calling out “size 10 or size 11, Vicente?” “Size 11,” he replied, to which she murmured “lucky John…”. She was back amazingly quickly with a cool pair of sandals that had a bit of an oil stain on one that made them unsellable, and a big peace symbol necklace, white gauze rope-wasted pants, and two strips of leather to tie around above his biceps. Seems she’d directed the musical “Hair” at PTC over the winter, and the costumes were still in her loft space. We headed for the door with Vice thanking her profusely and promising their safe return, she called out, “okay, but keep the sandals, I’ll never be able to sell them… I’d say, ‘have fun’ but if you’re part of John’s annual bachelor weekend, you’re pretty sure to!” As we descended the exterior stairs, Vice got a wicked grin on his face and called back, “too late, I already am!” We reached the guest house in just a few more minutes and were greeted by Zar and Miles who still had the window open to the office as we breezed by and headed up the stairs. “I need to give my hubby a quick call to say goodnight,” I said to Vice as I opened the door to my room and turned on the light. “Then I’ll go take a whiz and give you a minute” he responded as he slipped back out. I called the convention hotel and asked for my other half’s room number, leaving a message for him at the desk when I was told that the Evening Gala had not ended yet. Plugging my phone into the recharger, I set out a pipe and torch, then started pulling out clothes for the night’s “Hollywood thru the Decades” party. Just then, Vice slipped through the door. “I just ran into a couple of the guys in the bathroom, they are going to walk over with us once we get dressed,” Vice said as he picked up the torch and pipe, lighting it and rolling the bowl until the clouds started forming. Taking a hit, he shotgunned it to me then asked, “now what movie am I supposed to be from?” “Hair” I replied while stepping out of my clothes. “A 70’s movie about the 1960’s” I was facing away as I pulled a specific bag from the closet. “Okay. And what’s your movie?” “Raiders of the Lost Ark. 80’s movie about the 1930’s” “That’s hawt Daddy.” That’s when I felt his semi-hard cock press up against my naked ass crack as my no longer 100% straight boy’s big pecs rubbed up against my back and his hands grabbed my hips. I twisted around so that we faced each other, and tweaking his nips reminded him: “unfortunately we don’t have a lot of time. You can certainly have some later, if you still want some after your ‘real girl pussy fest’ tonight.” “Real pussy or not I know I’ll want some more of that later, and get pounded myself,” Vice said with an exaggerated fake pout. “Just a little taste?” Shaking my head and smiling, I torched the pipe and we each took big hits. “Just some quick oral, sixty-nine so we each get a taste,” I responded. We rolled onto the bed into a sixty-nine, both licking then sucking the other’s dick for a bit, then as if by telepathy, both of us pulled down so we could rim the other’s already well-used holes. We were just settling in for some serious ass worship when the unlocked door opened and two cowboys walked in. “That’s wickie hawt,” drawled Kieran, the erstwhile frat boy from Boston, while his husband just purred “mmm…” while stroking an ass cheek on either of us. “Hate to interrupt but are you two gonna get dressed or should we strip?” asked Charlie. Coming up for air, I said “I’m tempted to say strip, but we are expected at the party and the after-party, and there are a few folks depending on us… more’s the pity.” We untangled and got off the bed and moved to our respective costumes. Charlie picked up the pipe and torch and raised his eyebrows asking permission. I just smiled and nodded, and soon he and Kieran were blowing a few clouds. “Cowboys?” Vice asked. “Which movie?” He looked to me; I shook my head and shrugged. “Brokeback Mountain,” said Keiran with a smirk. Looking at them, one blond, one brunette, and the western shirts they were wearing, I definitely could see Enis and Jack… “great choice, the boys will love it,” I remarked. From one special bag I had specifically for this party, I put on a pair of brown doe-skin leather jodhpur style pants my hubby had given me. Butter smooth, they were lined so I decided go commando under them. Then I put on one of my harnesses over my bare chest, and clipped two fake bandoliers of plastic bullets over the crossing leather straps, a ripped sleeveless cotton shirt open to the waist but tucked in, my brown leather vest, socks and boots, and then my brown leather fedora, with a brown leather over the shoulder ‘artifact satchel’ (really an old music satchel of my hubby’s) to hold what stuff we were bringing with us, and finally, clipped my bullwhip to my belt. Looking up I saw that the guys all approved. Charlie pointed at the bullwhip and said, “I certainly hope you’ll give a demonstration later…” Vice had started to dress, also planning to free-ball but when he drew on the white gauze drawstring pants, his chubbed cock was way too obvious, even for Provincetown. I pulled out a jock and tossed it to him. That solved the issue, and we followed by putting his harness over his bare chest, his fringed vest on, the peace symbol around his neck, the sandals on his sexy feet, and tying the two leather strips Bibi had given him around his biceps. His armbands from the leather shop went into my ‘artifact bag’ along with a leather jock for me for later. “Almost” said Kieran with a critical eye, “hold on a minute.” He dashed out the door and presumably down to his room. Vice turned to Charlie and me asking “do all you guys carry costumes around with you everywhere you go?” After a belly laugh, I told him that no, not all gay guys did, but this was a fairly famous annual party that had a slightly different theme each year and there were enough guys like me – and Kieran and Charlie – who got a kick out of really doing up a costume. I mentioned that there would certainly be people just in club wear or fetish wear, or just normal clothes at the party too, not to mention lots of drag. “Besides, I’m a performer, I enjoy costumes,” I concluded. Kieran returned with pair of John Lennon-like round sunglasses that looked pretty period and a bandanna that he rolled and tied around Vice’s hair like a headband. It worked. There was a tap-tap on the door. “Come on in,” I called. In came Father Frank in his normal clerical garb of black pants, black belt, and black shirt with clerical collar while also sporting a straw boater hat. My eyes widened, only to find him followed in by Seth, the youngest house boy, as a very good likeness of an Altar Boy – a long black cassock-like garment covered with a white cotton short-sleeve thing that passed well as an altar server’s surplice and carrying a big ol’ candle in a fake plastic candlestick covered with tinfoil to look silver. “Frank… you didn’t…” caught between shocked and amused, my jaw must have been hanging open. Again, as was becoming habit, Vice asked “What movie?” My answer and Charlie’s overlapped, “Bells of St. Mary’s” “Going My Way”. “Both!” beamed Frank. While the actual Episcopal priest and the house boy blew a few clouds from the pipe, I noticed Seth’s candle’s long straight taper ended in a somewhat strange tip before realizing it was a penis candle! Frank saw the look on my face as I realized and coughed and guffawed out his current hit. I found myself wondering if perhaps we’d given Frank a bit too much in the way of enhancements over the last twenty-four hours… I locked the door behind me as the guys all headed down the stairs, and as a group we turned left onto Commercial Street towards the Crown. Allowing them to get a couple of yards in front of me, and the coast being clear, I drew my bullwhip and snapped it their way with a loud whiplash and crack growling, “slow down boys, show off for the crowd a bit.” Hearing the crack of the whip, Charlie and Kieran gave out exaggerated shivers and low “umms” while Vice looked just the slightest bit anxious, before he saw my smirk and cracked up. At the gate, everyone was paying for their admission and being last I found out that Bibi had arrived at the party before us and had paid for my ticket. I knew I wanted to find her ASAP to thank her but first we had to scope out and find Lou and Jimmy and his niece and her boyfriend. We all moved into the crowd, huddling to remain together, moving inside to the dance club room. Lights were flashing, the bass was pumping and there were a few people out on the dance floor, but it was too early for most folks, and it appeared that the bulk of the crowd was outside on the back deck. I thought I spotted Lou out there and the whole gang of us went through the sliding doors and out back. The usually open-to-the-sky deck was now covered by two sizable event tents in acknowledgement of the lousy weather of the past few days (it had started to drizzle again on our way down Commercial Street). Looking around I took a moment to scope out what costumes other partygoers were wearing, as usual there were some standouts: Captain Jack Sparrow, Aladdin, King Kong, Sam Spade, 2 Tarzans, a number of Vampires, and my fellow Leatherman running the gamut from ‘70s “Crusing” to ‘50s James Dean. And drag. Lots and lots of drag from every decade of the 20th century – Betty Boop, Judy Garland, Marilyn Monroe, Diana Ross, Lucille Ball, Dolly Parton, Cher, Madonna, you name it. There was a stage set up out there, and at its feet I saw Bibi in earnest conversation with Cheryl, the lead singer and guitarist for the Sapphonix, an all-lesbian rock band that was a town institution. My attention was brought back to my group when Jimmy stepped up and suggested we introduce the two groups. Jimmy looked hot in a Roman chiton and laurel wreath but had to tell me it was “Caligula”, while I got Lou’s right away – he was SMOKING hot as “Shaft” in painted on leather pants and jacket with no shirt under. I was pleased to see Lou pull Vice to him and share a deep kiss that the local boy returned enthusiastically. Jimmy’s niece Cassie and her boytoy Doug were done up as passable versions of Magenta and Brad from Rocky Horror Picture Show. There was NO way the very goth niece could have gotten away with playing Janet, so the fishnets and mini maid’s outfit were perfect for her. They must have gotten shy Doug really drunk or really high as he was wearing dress shoes with socks and garters, his own nerd glasses, a baggy white cotton wife-beater and fruit of the loom tighty-whities. Dangerous, I thought, but then noticed that he wore at least one additional smaller layer under the briefs, if not two. We all started chatting and Lou passed around a vape pen which he had to explain how to use – remember this was 2006 and none of the rest of us including me had ever seen one before – he’d gotten it from a contact in Amsterdam as they weren’t yet sold regularly in the USA. A waiter appeared, and my group ordered drinks while the waiter took a hit off Lou’s pen. I remarked to Doug that his costume would make him very popular for the evening, and with glassy eyes he smiled and said, “I hope so…”. I was still pondering that when the band took the stage for their (apparently) second set and was startled to hear Bibi whisper into my ear “I need you to do us a favor” pointing at the stage. The band was tuning up when Cheryl took the mic and re-greeted the crowd. Her voice was unusually raspy, and Bibi whispered, “she’s got a bad case of laryngitis, please help out.” Cheryl looked out over the crowd, spotted me and cocked her head in a silent question, and I nodded back to her in return. Cheryl told everyone that she had a couple of special guests joining her this evening and pointed me out in the crowd. Out of the group I was with only Frank really knew me as a performer. I leaned over to the group and whispered, “I’m about to go fill in for a bit for Cheryl – she’s got laryngitis – I’ll be back as soon as I can…” A few of the gang goggled at me as I handed my drink to Doug and headed for the stage. On my way there, Cheryl was giving me a big buildup, mentioning my one man shows in New York, my Provincetown performing back when I spent the summers, and even the time I sang at the Grand Ole Opry, finishing up by finally naming me as I hit the stage. I waved out to the crowd, noticing the astonished looks on my new friends’ faces. Cheryl and I chose three songs I used to sing with the band back in the day anytime we did a group concert for some cause or another. The musicians were mostly the same women I’d worked with in those days – I hugged the drummer Brandy – and giving the two newbies the chord progressions for my tunes, I launched into “We Shall Be Free” followed by “Unanswered Prayers” – a song about a guy and his wife meeting his old high school girlfriend at a hometown football game, but when I sing it, the wife is replaced by a male partner while the old girlfriend stays the same – my life story actually. The crowd loved it and I finished with a raucous “Friends in Low Places” with the band members and even a certain amount of the audience joining in on the chorus. It was fun, the applause was loud, my ego was certainly stroked, and I was pleased to help out an old friend. Stepping down from the stage I was stopped and congratulated by Aladdin, suddenly realizing it was ‘Rocky’ Rahman from the guest house, accompanied by his bitter nasty boyfriend Norton, whom I hated to admit looked really hot in a sexy Jafar outfit. Said nasty boyfriend was murdering me with his eyes while Rocky complimented my songs, and with a supercilious smile Norton finally interjected, “yes, that last song in particular seemed so perfectly suited to you!” Not missing the veiled insult, I responded, “that’s so funny, I was just going to compliment you on your costume and what an appropriate choice it was for you!” I slipped away from them not without Rocky squeezing my ass and Norton blowing a very ironic and obviously fake kiss. I stopped for to listen to Bibi belting out “Miss Otis Regrets”, a tune that was her calling card, and whooped and hooted with everyone else when she took her bow. When I got back to my group, they’d been joined by houseboys Kurt and Miles, and Kentucky Boy Miles was almost jumping out of his skin that I had done three Garth Brooks songs. Seth, Doug and Vice were almost as fanboy as Miles; while Lou, Jimmy and Frank were leaning back against the white fence nodding and smiling. “Never would have picked you as a Country Music kinda’ guy, Daddy J” Boston-born Kieran remarked, which was kind of ironic given his full-on cowboy drag. “How do you think I wound up singing at the Opry that time? I was doing the National Tour of “Best Little Whorehouse in Texas” as the quarterback of the Aggies that does the locker room strip number and the band for the show was from Nashville. When the touring show hit Nashville, they got me up at the Opry on the Open Mic night and had me do a few country tunes BEFORE the bandleader told the audience I was a 4th generation New York City kid. The reaction was hysterical… I kinda’ fell even harder for the music after that. I even met my partner at a two-stepping bar in Philadelphia.” “That’s where I met him too,” Father Frank interjected. “So, what’s next?” I asked, pointedly looking at Jimmy, knowing he had a timed schedule of seduction going, and my musical interlude was unintentionally taking away from his plans. “DANCE!” was his response, pulling us all inside and onto the dance floor. The room had filled up, and with the addition of the ten of us the floor was completely full and the crowd hit critical mass rather quickly. We all got into the vibe, and every few songs we’d break for sips of our drinks or hits off the vape pen (which just to be clear, was a T mixture that Lou mixed with essential oils in some recipe of his own, but it was very effective). On the floor, Cassie was super flirtatious with everyone around her and very much encouraged Doug to be the same. Bodies got sweaty, hands roamed all over, and even Doug was groping other guys as well as his girlfriend and rubbing his beefy butt against crotches and thrusting his bulge into whichever ass came his way. Looking up at one point, I saw him taking a break and in earnest conversation with Vice, so I pulled up to join them coming in on Vice telling Doug all about being a straight guy who went from letting a guy suck his cock to getting fucked for the first time the night before and loving it. “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but that sounds kinda’ hot, ya’ know?” Doug said as Cassie slipped up behind him feeling him up with her hands from behind and cooed “mmm… it does sound hot, doesn’t it babe? It would be so sexy to see you get naughty like that…” On that note we all headed back to the dance floor. The music transitioned to trance, lights went dark, fog rolled out as the roscoe machines ramped up, and the only illumination was black lighting pierced by spinning lasers pulsing around the room. Things quickly got much more erotic, cocks were pulled from pants, Cassie and a few other females flashed their boobs, despite most of the men - in our group at least - not really being interested. Doug certainly seemed to have no problem having his dick stroked or even licked a bit, and his hands wrapped around several cocks, including mine. When he took a turn taking a lick on my cock and Vice’s, Jimmy seemed to think that was a signal for the next stage of the evening. Motioning to Lou, Vice and I to come closer, he said “Time to take this to the room. Bring the cowboys.” I moved over to Father Frank and the houseboys and said we’d catch up with them later, or back at the house, while Vice told Kieran and Charlie to come along for some more favors and fun. With Jimmy and Lou leading the way with Cassie and Doug, the four of us followed them through the interior door to the hotel and after a staircase and a few turns, while we passed the Vape pen back and forth. Jimmy led us out through the Hotel Entrance on Commercial Street rather than taking us through the raucous dance party. We were a group that were singing and dancing and laughing not to mention me cracking my whip a few times, as we made our way to Bradford Street and then turning right, walking a few blocks east and stopping in front of the old Shamrock House. It was still looking like the 1950s era small motel it began its’ existence as; two stories of white clapboard motel with individual green room doors and green shuttered picture windows that opened out directly to the parking lot or second floor balcony. I noticed some people hanging around the bench out front and in the small parking area but didn’t think much about it at that moment. We followed Jimmy to the ground floor room furthest from the office. SATURDAY NIGHT’S TIME FOR A GANGBANG Upon entering their apparently transformed room, both Cassie and Doug gasped aloud – the motel room had a portable sling set up with leather-looking black tarps thrown over the beds and other furniture. A laptop connected to the TV with some kind of porn playing was flanked by a video camera on a tripod; on the black covered dresser was selection of restraints, toys, and lubes; as well as a tray with pipes, bongs and torches. By the bathroom door sat a cooler filled with ice, beer and Gatorade. The lamps – except for one small goose-neck LED pointing down at the favors tray - all had red cloths tossed over their shades creating a sexy, mysterious, slightly demonic vibe. Apparently, this was what Lou and Jimmy were doing while Vice and I were manning the glory holes at Jimmy’s house, and I wondered a bit why we were not in his own dungeon but figured he had a good reason. Jimmy got everyone’s attention and pointed out the favors and the refreshments as well as mentioning that the shower had a hose attachment if anyone needed it. “Now remember you guys, this is a special welcome soiree Lou and I put together to welcome my niece Carrie and her beau Doug to Provincetown. We’re going to give them a wicked sexy evening they will never forget – now let’s all get comfortable and get spun!” Lou was passing everyone but Carrie a blue vitamin V, which was welcomed by all. “In a little bit we’ll bring the other guests waiting outside in to join us…” So that was why there were so many guys hanging around the place? Could be hot! In the meantime, I used my canine teeth to split my blue pill, swallowing one half with a glug of Gatorade and rolling the other half under my tongue letting it dissolve and get into my bloodstream quicker. Utilizing the black leaf bags provided for our clothes, everyone was stripping down to the bare minimum. When I was down to my just my harness I reattached the leather strip down center and attached it to my metal cockring and slipped on the jock over it. Jimmy pulled Doug over, handing me a bong and torch, and asked me to get Doug ‘fully prepared’ in the bathroom. I was very much NOT thrilled, this being one of the few things I believe should be private, but of course, the college dude would have no idea what to do. “Come with me hot stuff…” I sighed and hauled him into the bathroom, closing the door but not locking it. The glassy-eyed boytoy watched as I clicked the torch and started rolling the bubbler until the white vapor started to swirl and twist in the bulb. Taking a pull, I released a cloud and held the bong and torch for him while he took his own hit. “So, Doug, having fun? Enjoying all this?” His response was a muzzy grin, a chuckle and a shrug. “I think so… I mean I feel really, really good right now, ya’ know?” I just nodded in response. “I mean the stuff we are partying with are all amazing so far, and make you down to do a lot of crazy sex things, ya’ know?” (That would become his constant rhetorical question of the evening: “ya’ know?”) “That they do,” I agreed. “So, Cass says she wants this so bad, if we’re gonna’ be together I gotta be able to see her have sex with other guys without getting jealous, and she says I need to let her see me indulge my ‘repressed bisexual needs’ and fool around with guys too… so that’s what I am doing for her, ya’ know?” Blowing out a cloud, I asked, “So you’ve just never done anything, but you’ve always been bi?” passing him the pipe. After pulling a hit he said, “I guess so… I never thought I was, but Cass says I ‘display all the signs of latent bisexuality’ and she’s the Psych Major, so I must be. What I’ve done so far tonight has been really sick and chill, so I guess she was totally right, ya’ know?” I took a few seconds to ponder that as I stripped off what I still had on and pulled off his tighty-whities and the thong underneath. With absolute innocence he queried, “So what are we doing in here exactly?” Commanding him to take another hit, I explained cleaning out, and why, and that I personally thought it should be done alone, but as a newbie, he’d need a coach. I also let him know that I’d stay inside the shower behind the curtain not watching while he used the commode, and even though I was already cleaned out, I’d do a quick demonstration for him since I already knew it wouldn’t be gross. We left the bong and torch on the floor and stepped into the shower with the water directed to the attached hose. Once the process started, from behind the curtain I heard the click of the torch and then a big exhalation. Then he asked, “Umm… do you know any couples that do this sort of thing? Can people watch their boyfriends or girlfriends fuck with other people, and it works?” AHA! Now I knew why I got this job from Jimmy! While he continued using the hose and jumping out to squirt it out, I told him about my husband and I having an open sexual relationship for 16 years at that point (coming up on 36 years now), and playing both together and apart and loving seeing the other enjoy themselves with different guys, and how I did my own kinkier stuff like this on my own time and he his more ‘vanilla with twinks’ stuff on his, and what scenes we’d do together. “We wouldn’t have it any other way,” I concluded. The shower curtain screeched aside again, revealing him taking a hit, so I did one as well. Doug climbed in and we showered together – soaping each other up and having some slip-sliding fun with our slippery bodies and playing with each other’s semihard cocks. It was then I heard a quick knock on the door and heard someone come in. “Just leaving a present here for you to give Dougie when you are done,” Jimmy said and then the door closed again. We got back to work soaping each other and I paid special attention to making sure he was spiffy clean front and back before we got out. Grabbing two towels from the bar, I noticed that next to the bong and torch, Jimmy had left a needleless syringe with a cap on the end – the ‘present’ for Doug in the form of a booty bump. “Apparently I’m supposed to give you this present,” I told the college kid. “It’s another way of doing Tina, and it makes you super horny and ready for fun. I directed him to lean over the sink with his butt pushed out. “First I have to loosen you up back here a little,” I told him as I knelt on my towel behind him and proceeded to lick and kiss his ass, finally sinking my tongue into his virgin hole. Damnation, the kid’s hole was sweet, and I got really into giving him a spectacular rim job. “Oh my God, oh my God, I can’t believe this…” he drawled as I got him open and eager. Licking the tube of the syringe, I uncapped it and slowly inserted it into his tight pink hole warning him that it might burn a bit for a minute or two but after that it would feel incredible. To distract him from the burn, I started rimming him again, causing him to moan, then holding my thumb over his hole to prevent any leakage I took his semihard dick in my mouth and gave him some head until I was sure the T had kicked in for him. “Fuck this is amazing – I gotta’ suck your dick man but let’s do it out there,” he muttered, then picking up clothes, pipe, torch and all we exited the bathroom to see what was happening in the room. Cassie was kneeling on the floor in front of Lou and Vice who were seated on the nearer bed, blowing one while she jerked the other, going back and forth with abandon. Kieran and Charlie were likewise kneeling on the floor in front of the other bed double-team sucking Jimmy’s huge cock and licking his balls. Doug stood entranced at the sight of his girlfriend wantonly sucking off two other guys until she stopped for a moment to light up and take a hit from a pipe. “Come on baby” she cooed, “join me in sucking some dicks!” In somewhat of a daze, he knelt down on the floor next to her while she took another hit off the pipe. She handed it off to him and took the head of Lou’s BBC into her mouth and slowly exhaled the smoke around the hot dealer’s trouser snake. I noticed that Doug’s dick bounced a bit as he watched his girlfriend sucking another guy’s cock. “Smoke up, bro. Then choose a dick,” Lou encouraged him. “Have a seat, Daddy J,” Vice whispered to me indicating the spot next to him on the edge of the bed. I sat while Doug finished his hit, handing the equipment to Vice, and then I felt smoke being blown over my cock by Doug. He brought it to his mouth and began to tentatively suck, taking my head and the first few inches in. “Teeth!” I chided, tapping him on the cheek. Pulling off, he looked like a guilty puppy and said “sorry, first time…” He improved as he went along and he and Cassie took some popper hits and another bong hit before returning to the three of us, but when Doug tried to move over to try Vice or Lou, she blocked him saying, “These are mine, you’ve got four to my two – get the other guys over here.” Her Uncle Jimmy, hearing this said, “Don’t worry baby girl, you’ll soon have more straight guys here to fill out your gang-bang fantasy.”

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