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I have the same approach to tops, love true Alpha tops over looks any day

Bring it!! Restraints too!!

I'm going to vault this Monday 17th June. I'll be there at about 7pm until 11pm. No loads refused 😈

I just heard about these events, they look very intriguing. This type of situation is my biggest fantasy. I am definetly going to sign up as a mare. Anybody know of any events like this in LA? I know the above group comes to LA but if there was something more regular here that would be hot.

Although I have spent a lot of time in dark rooms I haven’t had the chance to try a blindfold yet. But I am willing and will take one with me the next time I go to the bathhouse. I am a lights out ass up guy, so the thought totally excites me. Big big turn on.

Quite simply, hopefully an arse full of cum

Anon, I guess you got free re-frills and a smile with each re-fill. BLISS! OINK!

Chapter 5 – Deep and Wet Chapters 1 through 4 tell about my weekend with a buddy named Jason. The first night, he and I partied and played in each other’s holes. Now, we’re on his roofdeck where he set up the sling. We played with Steve, but he had to leave. He was replaced by Gary, who fucked and fisted me. I just fisted Gary, a guy who had joined us for the night, and now he has me with my upper body in the sling, ass facing him, and he has sunk his hairy hand in my hole. Gary’s hand felt great in my ass. He would pull it back, almost to the point of removing it, before slowly sinking it back in. Each time he pushed in, my face was mashed into the leather of the sling. Thinking of all the times I’d be in that sling, plus all the other guys made the aromas of it even more enticing. Gary was certainly taking it slow at this point, and I was enjoying his efforts. Jason came over with the pipe and lit it up. He torched the bowl and got some great clouds swirling before placing it at my lips. He told me to take a huge hit and hold it as long as I could. I did and felt my mind expand as the T took hold of my brain. When I blew it out, there was still a substantial cloud, but it was clear that I had absorbed a massive quantity of smoke. This new rush got me moving my body more as Gary was fisting me. I was moving up and down and back and forth as he slowly and sensuously penetrated my ass. We were still going slow, and the feelings were amazing. He was in deep, past my second hole. Then, he would slowly pull back out, twisting and flexing as he extracted his hand from my needy ass. Once he got all the way out, he would re-enter me with his fist, taking extra time to give me a stretch on entry. It was fucking awesome. “This pig is really enjoying himself. I’m gonna let him control this fuck,” said Gary. With that, he pulled his fist out of my ass and used the harness to pull me back into a standing position. “Over to the wall,” he growled. I walked over and put my hands on the railing, and bent forward with my ass pushed out. “Oh no, you’re riding my fist now,” Gary said. He laid down on the decking and stuck his fist up into the air. Jason had come over and poured more lube on Gary’s hands. Then, I sunk my ass down onto his fist, taking it into my ass. In this position, I was really in control of the action. I could go fast or slow and take him as deep as I wanted. And I wanted him deep in me. This was pretty fantastic. I could slide my ass down on a fist while gazing out over the darkened lake, which was reflecting the stars in the sky. Gary simply held his arm in position, and I was using it as a human dildo. Jason came over with the pipe again and shotgunned a few hits with Gary. Then he prepped the pipe and put it to my lips. Three hits later and I was flying high. Next, Gary shoved the poppers bottle under my nose. I took one good snort off the brown bottle and held it in while I slowly sunk down onto Gary’s arm. Once the fumes hit my brain, I just kept sliding down. It took some time, but I managed to get all of his forearm inside me, with my ass resting on his upper arm. He flexed his bicep then, surprising my ass with the additional sensation. I kept Gary inside me and twisted my ass around, moving in a circular motion to get his fist to feel all over my insides. I was in pig heaven! Then, I slowed the circular motions and started a slight up-and-down bounce. Gary’s arm was so deep inside me and felt so amazing that I never wanted this to end. While I was still writhing around on Gary’s arm, Jason came over and stuck his cock in my mouth. I eagerly sucked it in, loving being filled at both ends. Jason’s T dick was soft but still tasted great. I kept up some motions on Gary’s arm while I sucked Jason’s cock. Then, Jason arched his back, and I sensed liquid flow across my tongue. Swallowing greedily, I stopped riding Gary, just allowing his arm to rest deep in my ass. Jason chempiss was bitter, but I knew that I would get me spinning even more than I already was, and I did not want to waste a drop. The flow stopped, with just occasional droplets hitting my tongue, but I kept working his dick with my tongue. Now, I could also work my ass on Gary’s arm again but mostly was flexing my ass muscles to feel the length of his hairy arm inside me. Eventually, I had to get up again, so I slowly (and somewhat reluctantly) moved up, letting Gary’s arm leave my ass. When it was all the way out, a huge blob of lube came out, too. Of course, I had to release Jason’s cock too. I slowly stood up and turned around, leaning on the railing. “Fuck, that was awesome,” I said. Gary and Jason both nodded and laughed at my look of extreme pleasure. We stood there for a while until Gary said, “I didn’t know you liked chempiss too. Want some in your ass?” I wasn’t going to turn that down! So, we walked over to the sling and they got me situated in it with my feet in the stirrups. My hole was throbbing with pleasure, and they both took some time to appreciate the gape. Fingers and tongues were used around my hole, but I wanted Gary’s chempiss in me. He stood up and came up to the head of the sling so that I could suck his dick for a bit. Once it was hard enough, he pulled it out of my mouth and slid it into my ass. With all the lube and the previous play, it was an easy insertion. He wasn’t fully hard, but I didn’t expect a load of cum from him. He shoved it in as far as he could go, and then he started to concentrate on pissing. It took a while, but I felt the warmth of his chem loaded piss flooding in my ass. Meanwhile, Jason had lubed up a butt plug, ready to plug my ass so that the piss could fully marinate once Gary pulled out. Gary stayed inside me, and I could see that he was still trying to give me more of his hot piss. He told Jason that he was pulling out, so Jason got in position with the butt plug. Once Gary’s cock had exited my ass, Jason slid the butt plug into place. It was both thick and long since he knew that my gape needed something big to act as a plug. Once it was settled, he sucked Gary’s cock into his mouth, cleaning up any remnants of piss. They helped me out of the sling, keeping the plug in place, and led me over to the bed. Once I was settled, they each selected their own plugs and stuffed them up their holes before joining me on the bed. As the chempiss was working its wonders in my ass, they fired up the pipe again, blowing clouds and sharing them with each other. They each shotgunned a cloud with me, but I was going to be flying high from the piss that I had taken, so I didn’t smoke too much. We lay there, playing with the plugs in our asses and relaxing before the next session. Of course, we each drank some sports drink to rehydrate for what would come.

Oh hell! Another cliffhanger 😂😂😂

The best way. It's why I love anon at the sauna - bent over in the darkroom and backing onto glory holes.

Wish

exactly

Nice double breeding like I grew up with. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/two-mexican-brothers-flip/

Hot!!! Just bent over lubed up and ready to take it! Bring it on! Only able to feel what's going on, you don't know how big it is, what color. All that matters is a hard raw cock and the cum left in my ass. Great time if you ask me

@BlindRawFucker1 honest I would be frustrated. But as the years go by my vision is beginning to fail me; at least in one eye. Of course right now I have a choice, but I've often shut my eyes during sex play as it helped me focus on other sensations. And yet there are so many things I see and appreciate; and it's gonna suck as my vision deteriorates. When I am ultra sensitive; and I believe it happens to most of us at least from time to time; it never helps me. Not to say I haven't had my times behaving as an utter ass hat. But I only wind up making myself feel crappier. Hearing is my weakest sense and unaided I often can't hear what a guy I am fucking with is saying. I might as well have "WHAT?" stamped on my forehead! 🙂 Bottom line as I see it; is to find everything, not just one thing, but all of it that we have reason for gratitude. And keep appreciating all that we can. And when my inner asshat does come out (and that fucker does sadly) I am quick to apologize.

I agree completely with thus commentary. Condoms hurt and turn me off. I get no pleasure just a rubbed feeling. When I get fucked raw the feeling of skin on skin and the stimulation in my prostate makes for great sex.

And indeed we can google and find some of his stuff. I know there is still plenty of blogspot content out there.

Wow! What a compliment!! I would be very flattered, blush, wink, and head right back downstairs to receive all the men who wanted a pre-loaded sloppy hole to enjoy and add to. Yummy.

the legend himself!

I guess he ate some chilli 😏

This topic always bothers me. You all have a choice whether you want to be blindfolded. How would you feel if you would “never” get to see the man or dick who was fucking you? At the same time you say you like to be blindfolded, how many of you would be 100 percent happy with never seeing a naked man, his dick or ass? Just asking. I guess I might be ultra sensitive when it comes to certain topics. No offense intended. Just my perspective.

Hail Stan brothers!

My boyfriend and I had been together since highschool. We were each others first everything. While we went long distance for college, since he wanted to go to school in New York and I didn’t, we had moved in together after graduation a few months ago. Everything was going pretty well, Martin did like to go out to the bars a lot but that never bothered me I was confident in our relationship if he went all of college without cheating there was no way he was going to start now. On Thursday night as I was sliding the condom on my average if a bit skinny five inch cock Martin spoke up. ”Would you want to come with me and some of my friends to this gay bar tomorrow night. I’ve never been and it sounds really fun” ”I don’t know” I replied “ I’ve never loved gay bars or bars in general” “Oh come on chris please I don’t want to have to go home alone since all my friends are single” ”fine I’ll go” I relented as I pushed into Martins hole. He released a light moan as I began to pound into him. Martin had always been the bottom even though he had a far bigger cock. He tried to fuck me once but it was way too big to fit. Now he kept his cock in a cage. He had since his sophomore year of college he always said it let him focus on his ass. I had asked where he got the idea and he always avoided the question. He had gotten several tattoos during his time in college as well. He had a lock tattooed right above his penis as well as the word pig tattooed on his asscheek. Right now I was looking at the biohazard tattoo he had right above his ass. I had asked what these tattoos mean but he always just said he liked them. I shot my load into the condom after about 4 minutes then laid down and went to sleep as Martin cleaned up. The next day after work Martin and I were getting ready for the bar. As I was putting on a pair of jeans I saw Martin put on a tiny bright red thong I’d never seen before. “Did you get a new thong” I asked “No I’ve had it for a while” he responded as he slid into a pair of leather pants. “Hmm I’ve never seen it” “Oh I guess I’ve never had a reason to wear it around you” he said I was wondering what that meant as I made us drinks before we left. Both Martin and I would be called twinks. I had very little hair naturally and Martin was always waxed. We met up with Martins friends outside the bar. They were a pretty standard group of young gays who I’d met once or twice. The bar was called the bloody scorpion. As we got the the front Martin hugs the bouncer who whispers something in his ear before slapping his ass and sending him on in. “ I thought you said you had never been here before” I asked Martin as we walked into what seemed like a locker room. “ I haven’t I just know Greg” he responded as he slid off his jeans. “Why are you getting undressed” I asked “Oh did I forget to tell you oops this bar is clothing optional” “Yeah you forgot” I said shitily as I stripped to my plain white boxers We went up to the bar to order drinks and Martin gave the bartender a peck on the lips as we got there. I was fuming when he handed me my drink and drank it down quickly. After finishing my drink I hear a deam voice yell “hey there’s my boy” and turn to see a near god of a man. He was probably 6’4 with a thick well muscled body that was covered in thick hair. He wore only a white jock that barely contained his massive bulge. He had a thick chain around his nick and a well kept brown beard. I was surprised when he walked up to Martin and took him in a hug grabbing his ass in the process. I tried to stand up to say something but I suddenly felt really light headed. I decided to sit back down and have another drink while Martin cuddled up with the mystery man to my right. After finishing my second drink I was feeling really drowsy when I heard moaning to my side I looked over and see my boyfriend Martin bent over the bar getting fucked by the stranger. I stand up to punch the dude but get pulled away by Greg the bouncer. He dragged me into a back room and threw me down on the couch. “ look asshole I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but nobody fucks with the boss and his boy” he yelled at me “His boy?” I slurred back “ Martins my boyfriend” “Oh now I see” he said seeming to calm down “ my bad man I get that it’s probably hard to see your boyfriend getting breed but you shouldn’t get jealous like that” Greg sat down on the couch next to me “ look I know after two shoots of g your probably horny as hell but if the boss hasn’t bred you yet the attacking one of his boys isn’t going to make him.” “What the hell are you talking about I don’t want him to fuck me” I slurred out again. Confused about everything he was saying as my head felt foggy “ there’s no need to be ashamed man you already recognized that your boyfriend needs true fulfillment from the boss now every thing else is easy.” He said soothingly “ I didn’t recognize shit” I yelled back “Shh it’s ok how about I breed you tonight so you don’t feel left out I know I’m not as good as Bo’s but I’m still pretty good.” I tried to protest but there was suddenly a bottle of poppers under my nose and my protests fell away. I felt Greg pick me up like I was nothing and bend me over the couch. I heard my underwear get torn in the back and while I expected him to slowly open me up as I was still an anal virgin he slammed into me full force. My dry hole burned as he forced what felt like a horse cock into my virgin hole. It felt like I was being torn in two as Greg pounded into me. I felt myself losing consciousness as I looked over at the door and see Martin standing there nude with cum dripping down his legs and what looks like a crack pipe in his mouth

I resent anyone who lives outside of SW Florida, better known as "Heaven's Waiting Room". Filled with retirees, an almost "police state" atmosphere, where most of the "fun" bars are gone. Yes there are hook up sites and apps, but what better way to live then to walk out your front door and go to your local watering hole/fuckjoint for some good old fashioned fun. I am so jealous of guys who can ride public transportation after 7 pm at night. I miss the nights of riding home on the subway at 2 am, always making sure I am in the car with the policeman and his dog in case I nodded off. Oh how I envy you - those in NYC, Philly, San Fran (I walked there), and assorted other places where I could be a total pig and stumble home without fear of being arrested. Now I know members will say MOVE!, pull up all your roots and go north you middle aged man, but I have doctors and COMMITMENTS (God help me) that I just can't walk away from. You can tell it's Friday, I am already filled with jealousy. Have fun you lucky fellow BZ members..... Note: I am sorry I just became unhinged in this thread, I don't know why, something to do with a guy who had moved and talked about how wonderful was to live in different areas. Sorry to go off track...