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Another Real Experience (x 2!) - the Porn Star and the Trucker I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid this evening and it brought back two very hot (and very different) experiences. The vid was 1986′s “Oversized Load” about the sexual exploits of some young truckers - and it brought back BOTH the many times I played with one of its’ stars, Scott O’Hara, AND the first time I partied with a trucker in his rig. For those who never saw any of Scott O’Hara’s movies (”Hung and Horny”, “Stick Shift”, “The Other Side of Aspen 2″ and especially “Head Over Heels”) he was a blond cross between an All American Boy type and a Midwestern Farm Boy in looks during the height of his career, was given the label “Biggest Dick in San Francisco” for his very large (and gorgeous) endowment, and his ability to blow himself… which he did frequently in films. He was born a year before me in 1961 and died from AIDS related complications in 1998. I knew him in the 1990s when no studio would hire him anymore because of his status, and he had reinvented himself as an author, publisher and activist - he was also by this time sporting a skin-head ACTUP queer look and was the first person I knew to have any tatoo related to his illness applied to his body. I even wound up writing a number of articles for his magazine “STEAM” which was an unapologetic paen to cruising, recreational and anonymous sex at a time when saying such things aloud invited VERY public scorn and condemnation. I was introduced to him by the photographer I was frequently doing nude shoots for (see the black & whites I posted of myself some months back). Though now in my thirties, I still sported a short blond somewhat military cut (suitable for playing parts like Lt. Cable in “South Pacific”) and just like it used to happen to the hot stud I was about to meet, my clean cut look made many of the pigs “in the scene” underestimate my kink/pig side. Hell, I’d been going to NYC’s leather bars since I was 18! But if you didn’t know me… Anyway, sure enough, the first of the photographer’s parties he invited me to I met with that reaction until the guests learned better… including Mr. O”Hara. I had to go over some details for an upcoming shoot with the host that slowed down my stripping compared to the other guys - there was now a room full of (remember the time period, mid-90s) lean, vascular, shaved guys with either buzz cuts or shaved head and lots of piercings, while a guy (me) who looked like an Army Captain or Police Sergeant was still mostly dressed. I thought the guy who was introduced to me as “Scott” was the hottest of a room full of hotness, and then he turned and I saw the “HIV+” tattoo and growled “fuck yeah”… Scott turned to me with a look of surprise and a smile and said “Man, lookin’ at you I would have expected you to zip up and head out the door, not have THAT reaction!’ I responded that I was full of surprises as my clothes came off revealing my full leather harness, metal cockrings and chrome and leather arm bands. “Told you guys he’d more than fit in,” I heard my host and photographer say. As things were getting comfortable and we were progressing to the sex, Scott stayed by me surreptiously doing some lines and giving me some - probably about ¾ of the guys were doing enhancements, but not everyone was down with it, so the rule was keep it low-key. Considering the way I was reacting, it was probably NOT the coke I thought it was at first (tina was not all that regular at that time - I’d first had it with that pilot back in the 80s - “Karmic Chemfuck” - and only one other time up until this point). There was also a bit of K around and good poppers and Max Impact. Scott was really curious why I wasn’t scared of his tatoo… and I quietly told him I tested positive back in early 1985, and I kept it very quiet for my performing career’s sake - he sure related to that! At that point, even my host didn’t know I was poz - just my partner (who, now after 26 years together is STILL negative) and my doctor. Scott was very turned and and sticking another line of K my way, he looked me in the eye and said “Fuck yes. So you and I can bareback each other tonight - its the only way a man should fuck or be fucked!” Whoa! Bareback… now when sex started for me, everything was bareback (the term itself didn’t even exist) but in order to keep up my slut lifestyle in the 90s, a condom was mandatory and though I hated them I was good at using them as a top… as a bottom they really slowed me down as I always get an allergic reaction to condom style latex. I had thought I’d never feel that ecstasy again, but this absolute satyr of a man caught me at just the right level of “enhancement” that reservations I would normally have had were tempered by his very logical argument and his very hot cock and attitude and his very good party favors. We agreed. The lights in the photography studio went to psychedelic, trance music played and the group went at it. My tongue found other tongues, hot cocks - many with PA’s and some of the hottest manholes I’d encountered with my mouth in a while. There were about 8 of us in total (small compared to some groups) but all hot and all piggy. While we both played with every other guy there, Scott and I also spent a bit of extra time with each other - we dove into an anal 69 seemingly trying to get our whole heads up each others hot chute. We pulled off into a hot kiss and I felt him press something up into my hole - it burned a bit as he put something in my hand and said “here, do me”. I pressed the rock salt like stuff into his hole and we stopped to do another line of it and a hit of poppers and he rolled back onto a waist height wooden block and whispered “slide that poison stick in the poison hole”. It was so wrong, but so right. My cock slipped in easily and I was ballistic with pleasure. As I fucked him and rolled him further onto the block, he smirked at me and took his own cockhead into his mouth, lewdly tonguing it. THAT’s when it finally hit me. I subtly hissed down to him “holy fucking shit - SCOTT is it? You’re Scott O’Hara, I fucking love your movies.” He seemed really pleased at that and after a few more minutes of me pounding his manhole, he called out “switch!”. A quick couple of glugs of fluids, and another something pressed into my butt, making it SCREAM to be filled, and he pushed me back into the position he’d just been in. He gave me a shot of poppers, sprayed some Maximum Impact on someone’s jock that was lying around, shoved it in my mouth and said “here it comes.” JEEEZUS! The first raw cock in my hole in over six years, and it’s that gorgeous giant! It hurt a bit ‘till I stretched around it, but I was so excited and so tweaked, and so relieved to not have latex fucking me that it soon settled in and felt friggin’ amazing. Our host, who knew my play style well glanced over and remarked “I never thought you’d take that monster that easily, if at all!” and then squinting to look closer, realized there was no condom. His eyebrows shot up, but before he could say anything else, he was distracted by a SECOND latex sheathed cock sliding up next to the first in his own hole, and his attention was drawn elsewhere. There were more fucks with the other guys for each of us, both as tops and bottoms (and one other guy who had noticed us also barebacked each of us and let us bareback him). There was also lots more hole-play, some fisting and w/s, a bit of b/d here and there and toy play, and always, lots of rimming of really hot holes. Scott and I had to keep our holes to just us and the one other guy at the end as we’d each blown off up each others fuck chute. I had gone home with a load in my hole and that much joy in years - and oddly, though I played enough times after with my photographer it wasn’t until almost 18 years later that we finally barebacked each other! After that I played with Scott a number of times - a few group scenes, but mostly either as a three-way with our photographer bud (still using condoms on him) or one on one, where he’d get me high and we’d get wonderfully nasty. He hired me to write a number of columns for his “Steam” Magazine between a few more wild fucks. After that night, when I was playing “extracurricularly” I more and more sought out other poz for BB and less and played with those requiring a condom… I’d regained so much physical joy, and if I wasn’t hurting myself or someone else, then there was finally SOME kind of silver lining for this stupid disease (that I’ve now been dealing with for 30 YEARS). Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about the first time I partied with a trucker in his cab! For more about Scott O’Hara: http://likeahornyboy.blogspot.com/2012/06/scott-o-hara-is-too-big.html?zx=5fbde5ac859bcb2

I should probably say "experiences" in the title, because this will be a series of posts about more than one session and more than one set of players. One of my blog followers who is very new to the scene likes to call or text me randomly and get some chem pig chat going, particularly on Fridays. On a recent Friday, he called and asked if I was going to be partying that day and I said yes, but that I would also be working as well. He was confused and asked how that was possible, and I told him that the guy I'd be partying with was also my client and we had paperwork and such to do between our clouds, cocks and chems. My buddy was pretty astonished and asked if that happened often. To be fair, not OFTEN, but being a realtor has afforded me a number of unexpected chances to play - even more frequently than my OTHER career, performing. So here's a few of the hotter sessions that started out as "just work". PNP IN THE EX-GIRLFRIENDS HOUSE. A couple of years ago, I wound up being the selling agent for the family home of my high school girlfriend, a girl who fully believed we'd get married after college. I was doing males and females during high school - hey, any sex is better than no sex! - and briefly thought I could handle getting married since she was at least a bit adventurous during sex. Between freshman and sophomore year in college I realized my attraction to guys was much stronger and ended it before I made us both miserable. Fortunately, after a few weeks she realized I had done us both a favor, and we became friendly again. This was also fortunate for her favorite nephew, who was 8 when we broke up but when he came out at 16, his family had already dealt with my coming out, and was much more understanding. That's why when the family decided to sell the place 30 years later, they came to me. Now, no one was living in the place at the time, the family was scattered and only a few lived locally, my ex-GF a few miles away and her nephew 15 miles away in NYC. When Superstorm Sandy hit, not only was the place empty, but exGF and her family were on vacation in Florida... so guess who got to clean the property and house up? You guessed it. So there I was shop-vacuuming water out of the basement and pulling up rugs to dry when suddenly I heard the garage door open and close. Standing there in construction boots, ripped up (and damp) jeans and shirtless, I was pretty startled. "I figured you'd be here," I heard a voice say. "Well, actually, I was hoping you'd be here." I turned around to see Micah, the nephew. I had bumped into him in the city a few times over the years while I was in theater and he was doing modelling. We'd always exchange pleasantries, and every time he would say that he "needed to REALLY thank me sometime" for paving the way and making his coming out process so much easier. We'd laugh and that would be it... though I was pretty certain that I saw him at a distance a couple of times at sex clubs, but we never seemed to connect. Micah was now 40 and had passed through a very "pretty" phase to a handsome if somewhat "devilish" looking maturity. He was wiry guy of 5'7" at the most (I'm 6'). When I asked him why he hoped that, he smirked and said, "we have similar goals and similar limitations". I quirked an eyebrow and he answered, "your husband and my husband are both very vanilla, while WE are very much not." That made me laugh and he continued to tell me that he knew through mutual friends that I liked 'enhanced' play and further that my husband didn't but was okay with me doing it when he was working and I was playing. He said unfortunately, HIS husband was not quite so understanding. "I've been wanting to do you for years," he continued, "but we've never had the opportunity... my partner thinks its way too strange to have the hots for my aunt's old boyfriend... and I just came into possession of an 8 ball of the finest and can't keep it at home, so I thought I'd be responsible and come up and check out the condition of the house AND see if you felt like fucking and partying with me." As it was a Saturday, my hubby would be expecting me to play while he worked till after midnight anyway, so of course I said "hell yes". Not to mention that it was barely noon. I went out to my car and brought in the play bag I keep in my trunk with my leather, toys, vids, lubes and other necessaries while he pulled a similar bag out of his rent-a-car. We laughed when we saw how similar the contents were, and each pleased to find the other versatile. He also pulled out a water bong, and after filling the chamber with water and the bowl with some big shards, we lit up and started blowing some huge clouds, shotgunning each other fairly frequently. Still laughing about what pigs we both turned out to be, we each got our portable clean-out kits and headed toward separate bathrooms to get ready. He pulled out a little blue vitamin V for each of us, and we each took our own straight pipes with us to assist in the process. I set my laptop running some BB porn on its' screen and popped a DVD into the living room player for the bigger TV. We were both certain nothing of the kind had ever played in THIS house before! After cleaning out I returned to the living room in my leather harness and black leather jock strap, and spread some towels over the furniture. Just as I was firing up the torch, Micah came out of the other bathroom in a chain harness and rubber assless shorts. "Mmmm..." was all he said. He pushed me down into a sitting position on an ottoman and straddled his much shorter frame over my lap and proceeded to rape my mouth with his tongue while he ground his ass on my leather covered cock, stopping every once in a while to heat up the bowl and swap some clouds. Running our hands all over the other's body we each admitted we never expected the other to be as hairy, and that it was a plus for each of us. "Just think, you were almost my Uncle..." he said with an evil smile. Switching to a little boy voice but never changing his expression he whispered in my ear "Uncle J, do you wike wittle Micah sitting on your lap?" Chewing on his ear and neck while tweaking one of his nips with one hand and his hot hole with the other, I whispered back "Wittle Micah has no IDEA what kind of trouble sitting on Uncle J's lap could cause..." He popped up off my lap, handing the torch and bong back to me and knelt between my legs to start some oral action on my cock and balls. I blew clouds down over his dark hair and pale but ripped and hairy body while he did some officer class action on me followed by pushing the ottoman back until it hit a chair, so he could push me backwards and introduce his talented tongue to my hairy hole. He rimmed me with gusto and had me moaning, he appeared to be as into eating hole as I am, and that's going some. I called "switch" and he took my place sitting while I got between his legs. His package was a surprise. Now mine is average length but above average width. His was a bit shorter than mine, but considering our height difference, his looked bigger on his body. And he was thicker than even my cock... and I mean THICK. His balls were small, but hung in a very long loose sack as opposed to my fat eggs in their short case. I gave the best return oral service I know, stretching as wide as I could, and was able to deep throat him since he wasn't too long, but it was a challenge. The musk of his balls was heavenly, especially since he was blowing clouds down over me as I licked and sucked them. Finally, reaching back to my bag, I pulled out some Max Impact hearing Micah say "Excellent! Love that stuff" as I sprayed some onto one of my sweat socks and sucked on it then handed both to him. "Fuck, you're a pig!" he chuckled, "so happy about that!" as he sprayed some more and the stuff hit me like a freight train. I dove into his cute little hairy butt like it was my last meal - tonguing, licking, sucking, giving little bites and basically making out with his fresh hole. He was moaning, then he pulled a prepared booty bump out of his bag and asked me to bump him then return to rimming. I was happy to comply and soon he was moaning and writhing and ready to burst. Abruptly standing up, he looked down at me and said "this is so fucking hot, but I've got a plan... indulge me." He directed me to pick up my porn playing laptop, and my bag while he got his bag and the bong and favors and led me down the hall... Right into my ex-girlfriends old bedroom... which frighteningly hadn't changed in 30 years, she being youngest and last to leave home. White wooden furniture and bed, white walls, sky blue ceiling and sky blue shag carpet, it was still as hideous to me as it was in 1980. I looked at Micah. The evil smile was back. "THIS, right here, on her bed, is where you fuck her nephew bareback." He lay back on the frilly coverlet and lifted his hairy satyr-like legs exposing his hairy hole wantonly licking a finger and running it around the ring... "Fuck me, Uncle Jay." Giving that hole a few last swipes with my tongue, then spitting into my hand to make my cock a bit wetter, I slid into him in the very same room and very same bed in which his aunt gave up her virginity to me. "You are one hot, sick, twisted little fucker..." I said to him before moving my mouth down to tongue and chew on his nips while I fucked him. He felt amazing and let's face it, the whole situation was so wrong but so right. I pulled him up even further into me so I could tongue the end of his fat cock while I changed my fuck motion to a slow grind. "Make sure you breed me with this first load... I know you're poz, I am too..." I was happy to comply. When I exploded in him, he let me breathe for a minute, then indicating that we pack everything up again, I followed him down the hall, around the corner, then down a half flight of stairs to the den and adjoining small guest bedroom. We put the play bags and my laptop in the guest room and returned to the den, where he was popping another BB video in the downstairs player... this one had FF action and a lot of leather. You could tell a number of the actors were tweaked. He quickly ran back upstairs for glasses and ice and pulled a couple of gatorades from his bag and poured. He then indicated the two shot glasses from his grandparent's bar collection and simply asked "G?" "Hell, why not, just give me 1.5," he nodded, but 2.0 in his glass poured gatorade over and put them down in front of us. He loaded some nice rocks into the bong and we blew some more clouds and shared some more shotguns before he felt the time was right for the G... "and it's time for YOUR booty bump... pull those dancer legs up "Uncle"". We did our G shots, grimacing at the nastiness, and I rolled backward bringing my hole into the flickering light of the porn video. While he inserted the syringe in my ass, I sucked down a few more clouds, as I have found I always need to do when I add G. He kissed my hole and had me hold my legs up for a minute or two while he hit the pipe himself, and then carried all the supplies into the guest room. He returned, looked at me with a smirk, and crooked his finger indicating that I should follow. The guest room had changed a bit but was essentially the same as it was when it was the room I would stay overnight in during High School... and where my then-girlfriend would sneak downstairs to in the middle of the night to join me - for her it was the naked snuggling she looked forward to, for me it was the fucking before the snuggling that was anticipated... frankly snuggling with all of those bouncy curvy things just didn't do it for me. Too soft for me. Micah slipped behind me and rubbed up against me - his cock actually went between my legs rather than my crack as he snuggled up to me, and it occurred to me that this was already the best "snuggling" I'd gotten in this room ever. He teased my nips and my cock from behind and asked "Remember how my brother and I stayed here a lot when our parents were getting divorced when you were dating my aunt?" I nodded an affirmative. "Well, you didn't know that I'd watch for Aunt Maureen to head to this room. I bet you didn't know that there's a crawl space that runs under the half-stairs from the closet in the room Jonah and I stayed in to the closet in this room." He pointed at the closet door, which like many such doors of that time period was louvered. I shot him a puzzled look over my shoulder, and his first response was to push my forward onto the bed on my hands and knees with my ass facing him. "Damn, there it is... the ass I drooled over while I watched you from behind while you fucked my aunt... I could always see your perfect hairy glutes and thighs as you pumped and on the outstroke I would see this hole of yours... glad to see it hasn't changed too much in all that time." While he was saying this he was dragging his fingers sensuously around my quivering bud. Then I felt his hot breath and his warm face between my cheeks and I shivered. He took a few licks of my pucker and pulled back slightly to tell me to take a few hits from the bong. It was in easy reach and I was soon inhaling clouds while and expert tongue got me twisted in knots! As I was losing myself in clouds and being rimmed, he pulled back a bit again and while continuing to nuzzle my butt with his nose and an occasional nip here and there he murmured "yep, I fell in love with this ass of yours all the way back then. Jonah did too." "WHAT?" I said, shaken out of my reverie. "Yeah, we fucked each other all through High School, but when I came home from my first year in College and told him I was pozzed that semester, he freaked out and went all religious on us. Actually turned "Born Again" and swore off all sex of any kind. Pity... but enough of that, now it's time for me to fuck this ass. Flip over!" Seems he wanted the nostalgia of seeing my ass the way it was when I was a teenager fucking his Aunt, but for the actual action itself he wanted to see me face-to-face. That was totally okay by me, I prefer that myself." A grinning demon rummaged around to toss me the Max Impact and this time HIS underwear from his arrival... the kinky pig... and because of his width, he lubed a bit and while I huffed, he slowly began inserting that FAT cock into my willing but tight former-top-only hole. When it popped in, I have to admit I saw stars for a minute and used my larger size and muscles to hold him still for the minute or so it took for my ass to stop spasming. Once that happened, he continued to slide in, fortunately a short distance since the stretch was so much. But inevitably, it felt good, then great, then heavenly. He bred my hole in the room where he discovered he was turned on by a man's ass. That twisted little fucker made sure we did something sexual in every room of the house... we got into a 69-rim session in his old bunk bed in the bedroom on the other side of the stairs. We did watersports in the master bath and played with toys in the downstairs bath. With his legs around my waist and my cock in his ass we stepped out onto the deck to fuck out there for a few minutes, but it was NOVEMBER and that didn't last long. We used the kitchen counters as convenient rim and suck stations, rode a double headed dildo in the living room, and he had me fist him on his Grandparents bed. Seriously. He had to make sure we hit every place he had some memory of in that house. Realize I had a good number of memories there too, and the thought of his accepting but very straight-laced 94 year old grandfather knowing what chemfueled bacchanalia took place even on his very own (former) bed, both turned me on and boggled my mind. When I got home around 1AM, my hubby just laughed his butt off about the whole thing... "only you, hon, only you". And every once in a while as we were falling asleep I'd hear "only you... but DAMN that's hot". The next day while he had brunch shift, I went back to clean up and Micah and I had a last round or two (being still kind of amped) before we actually cleaned up. When I left he joked that he certainly had to recommend my services as a real estate agent highly, as it was obvious that I provided services few other agents did! When my ex his Aunt Maureen returned the next week from visiting her dad (Micah's aforementioned grandpa) in Florida, she stopped by the house and called to thank me and commend me for how spotless and cleaned up the place was... she was amazed I would do so much extra work. She also mentioned that her nephew had been singing my praises telling her that she had no idea how dedicated, talented and devoted to satisfying a customer I was and she should be "crystal clear" on my dedication and enthusiasm. I contained my laughter, since there was no WAY I could explain... I've bumped into Micah a few times since at sex parties in the city and we always spend sometime playing - and laughing! Coming soon: Part 2 - Renovation Chemming Part 3 - Selling my FB's Condo Part 4 - Candyman refers a Home Buyer