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Near Home—November, 2023 It’s the day before Thanksgiving. I was in the kitchen, making my contribution for the family dinner. I suddenly put down the Pyrex measuring cup and knew I needed to get off. I’d thought about it occasionally during the morning, but put it out of my mind. Now I knew I needed to lighten my balls and be in a better mood around my cousins on the morrow. I finished up quickly, changed my clothes and got in the car. I had second thoughts halfway there. I knew the day after Thanksgiving had always been good, but before? I had no idea if there would be others like me there. The parking lot was pretty sparse, but I went in… The straight theatre has quite a few men in it. I can’t sit at the back or to the side. I sit on a two-person bench that is the row in front of the cocksucker’s seat. I glance around the room. There is no actual sex happening, but there is that ‘feel’ in the room—like it could happen any moment. The door opens. It is the perennial cocksucker who comes here with his partner. He is white, short and bald. And he knows how to treat a cock in his mouth. He sees me, nods and comes over. He is on his knees instantly. He takes me to the root quite effortlessly. A couple of times, actually, before he begins a more traditional sucking. I turn to look at the back wall when I hear a noise. The man in the cocksucker’s chair has noisily opened his water bottle. There are two men standing against the wall kneading their crotches. Obviously, the man in the seat doesn’t suck dick. He ignores them and sips his water. The man on my cock moves to my balls. I moan a little to re-enforce how much I like his wet tongue there. He works harder on them, knowing to lick not suck them into his mouth. His knees soon tire. He braces on my knees to get up. And he goes right out the door. My eyes follow him. I make eye contact with one of the men on the back wall. He nods at me. I nod back. He comes and sits next to me. He is in his 50’s, white and rather striking in appearance. He is also wearing suit pants which seems an odd choice for here. He unzips and pulls out a larger than average dick. His hand reaches for mine. I return the favor. It feels nice and girthy in my fist. Without asking, I just slip to my knees and suck him. He groans the moment my lips touch him. I hear movement, but I’m busy repeating on him what was just done to me. When I look up at him, I see he has the other man from the back wall in his mouth. I’m surprised and rather pleased. But the cock in his mouth is making him lose any kind of cum control he might have had. He is now gushing pre-cum. In moments I swallow his load as his entire body shakes. When I have cleaned him of every last drop, he crams himself back into his suit pants and leaves. The man he is sucking, a wild haired Grizzly Adams-type, looks lost. I simply take his rather small dick into my mouth and get his load, too. I watch the movie. I am sucked once more by the bald man. Now, his partner stands by the door, watching us. My sucker strokes himself this time—but he doesn’t get off. And neither do I. I take a piss and go into the gay theatre. A very old white man is in the cocksucker’s seat—and the only man in the room. I sit to his left, in the corner of the back and side wall. He makes conversation, the moment I pull my dick out. Conversation that is all about my penis size. Soon, he is leaning over and sucking me. He’s good, but the awkward angle is not helping. I stand up to give him better access. I hear the door open. “Well, well…” A hairy cub of a man has entered. He’s white, in his late 30’s and carries his extra weight well. He grins at me—and I now finally find his name. Braydon. We met here. He’s been to the old playroom alone and with others. He is a wonderful cum pig—and I haven’t seen him in forever. (October of 2021, I later find out. That is why I write this blog!) He kneels in front of me. The older man likes the idea of sharing my cock. I fuck Braydon’s mouth. Then the first guy. Back and forth. “You’ve got to fuck me.” Braydon strips to just his socks, tossing his clothes onto a chair. He pulls another chair around and kneels on it. I go to my knees and eat his ass. He groans. The older man whispers encouraging words which end in “Let me see you fuck him!” I stand up and slide in. It’s actually an awkward fuck. Braydon’s hole is a little low with him kneeling. But we all enjoy it. He groans and poppers up. The older man tells us we are “bad boys fucking raw like that.” I keep pumping, my balls slapping onto the generous, hairy ass. We take a break. I actually need to piss again. I check the straight theatre on the way back. It is now empty—but some DP is happening on the screen. I sit and watch. Braydon soon joins me. I am treated to a really sloppy blowjob as I sit there. He stands up, strips and leans over the back of the bench I had first sat on. I eat his hole. Wet and inviting. Soon, I am happily fucking. It is the perfect height now with him bent over and on his feet. The door opens. A Black man I used to see here all the time comes in. He grins at me and whips out his dick. “Feed it to him.” Braydon loves this. What cum pig doesn’t love two dicks in him at the same time? I fuck. The guy in his mouth stands still and let’s Braydon’s head be bounced onto his cock from my fuck. The door opens. A guy looks at us and sits way down front, as far away from us as he can get. I fuck Braydon. The wet sound of his ass competes with the sex sounds coming from the screen. The door opens again. Another man looks at us and moves away. The three of us decide to take it next door. Braydon dresses and goes first with the other man quickly in tow. I hover a for a moment than go over to the gay side. Braydon is already naked and bent over. He has a new man in his mouth. The Black guy is slapping his cock against the wet and hairy hole. He has lost his hardon on the trek over. I go to my knees to see if I can help. He hardens right up. But, so much so, he shoots his load. I save it in my mouth and just spin around, spitting a huge amount of fresh cum on Braydon’s hole. I work it into his ass with my tongue, reverse felching the entire load I sucked out. Braydon is groaning around the cock in his mouth. He knows what I’m doing; he has had me do this before. I stand up and say the words: “I just tongue fucked a huge cum load into your ass.” This is too much for the guy in Braydon’s mouth. He pulls to the side and watches my throbbing cock slide back into Braydon. His already wet mancunt is now sopping wet with the best lube in the world. I fuck. Hard. I am intent on adding more cum to his sloppy hole. “Listen to it,” Braydon groans. The sound of the squishy fuck is filling the small, dark room. The man who shot the load in my mouth has not lost his hardon completely. He sticks his semi-hard cock in Braydon’s mouth. I pull out, kneel and taste the cummy mess. I lick up what I have pulled out with my flared cock head. And it takes me over the edge. I quickly stand up, and slide back in. I fuck every last drop of jizz that is churning in my balls deep into Braydon’s overflowing hole… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Filling Braydon with Cum (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 5, 2023

Pete and I had scored some favors for this weekend, so we packed up our duffle bags and headed for the baths on Friday night. We got there around 9, so we had plenty of time to get our parTy on before the bar crowd started arriving. We had both done a thorough, deep cleanout before leaving home (plus we hadn't eaten for 24 hours!), so we were ready for some heavy duty assplay! We dropped some X and smoked some T, and then started playin' with each other's holes. The "club music" pounding through the halls of the bathhouse, and the occasional sounds of rough sex from the surrounding rooms helped us to get into our favorite sleaze mood! After several rounds of the glass cock, we were definitely in need of some hard cock - and believe it or not, it was already 2 am!!! (Time flies when you're havin' FFun - and high!) We could hear the door buzzer downstairs letting new people in, so we were eagerly anticipating getting our fuckholes filled. I went out to the chalkboard by the 3rd floor bathroom and printed "2 PNPigs - BB Only! #312." Then I went back to our room, where we gave each other a hefty booty bump. We opened the door - and waited. It wasn't long before we had two young, muscle twinks fucking us and shooting thick loads of cum deep in our hungry holes. When they were done, they got up, wrapped their towels around their waists, and left. Next up were two Latino studs with big, thick, uncut cocks. "You guys fuck raw?" one of them asked. "Bareback only!" Pete insisted, as he pushed some of his previous fucker's cum out of his hole. The two guys smiled, came in, and sank their fat pieces of meat in our well-lubed holes. When they were done shooting, Pete and I eagerly cleaned off their tools with our mouths, including the loose foreskin covering the fat heads. (Damn, I love the taste of my ass on a fat cock!) Smoke! Booty bump! Open door! Next were two leather, muscle bears in harnesses, boots, chaps and leather codpieces. They walked in, shut the door, and snapped off their codpieces to reveal perfectly matched, pierced, beercan thick, cocks!!! Pete and I sat up and each took one in our mouths. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the one that Pete was sucking pull out a glass pipe from his leather vest. He heated up the bowl with his torch and took a deep drag of the thick, white smoke. I took my mouth off the fat cock that I was sucking, long enough to say, "Fuck yeah, Daddy!!!" He lit it again and handed it to his younger buddy, who filled his lungs with chemsmoke. Pete pulled on his leather Daddy's balls, while he shoved the fat, pierced meat down his throat. "Fuuuccckkkkk!" the leather stud growled. "On your knees, boy," he ordered. Pete and I both got on our hands and knees, exposing our hungry fuckholes for some serious fucking. The two leather studs took turns fucking our asses and mouths for a good 30 minutes (along with a few more tokes on the glass cock...) The feel of those 00 gauge PAs slidin' across our prostates, and the nice stretch from their thick meat (combined with the X and T!) was fuckin' incredible! They finally shot nice, thick loads in our holes, and continued to fuck their cum deep inside us!!! Then, to our surprise, they both got down and greedily sucked the cum out of our fuckslots!!! When they were satisfied, they stood up and traded cum in a deep, sloppy, bear kiss. While they were stuffing their slimy cocks back into their codpieces, I noticed the older stud eyeing our assortment of XXXLarge dildos. "Looks like you guys are into some serious assplay?" he grinned. "You got that right," I said, lubing up our Ty Fox dildo and easily sliding it in Pete's sloppy hole. "Us, too!" he smiled, bending his buddy over and sliding 3-4 fingers in his hairy, muscle hole. "We're gonna go parTy some more, but we'll be back to get our holes stretched! You guys are FFun!!!" he said while licking his buddy's butt juice off his fingers. Smoke! Booty bump! Open door! "Man, I love playin' with versatile guys like us," Pete said, greasing up our Kris Lord dildo and ramming it in my chemhungry pighole. "Fuck yeah!" I moaned, as I leaned over and chewed on his pierced nipples. The next few loads became a blur, as the parTy favors really kicked in. All we knew was that we needed more and more cock! At some point, we looked up, and there were two "wide receiver-sized" Black studs standing in the doorway. A little goofy from the chems, Pete piped up and said, "Hope you guys have some big, fat cocks, 'cause we sure need to get fucked!" The door closed and the towels dropped to reveal two enormously thick, veiny, pierced cocks. Pete and I grabbed our ankles, pulled them back to our heads, and pushed our battered holes open for our two new fuckers. "Damn! Your message wasn't kiddin' about you bein' a coupla pigs!" one of the guys said, referring to my message on the chalkboard. They wasted no time in sinking their thick, fucktools into our slutty jizzholes. "Damn! I never had my cock slide in so easy!" the one with the pierced nipples said. "You must get fucked a lot." "Every chance I get," I panted, as he ground his monstercock as deep as it would go. "Hey, James - how's that dude's ass?" my fucker casually asked his buddy. "Sweet, man. Most guys scream when I deep dick 'em like this. But this dude just keeps on grinnin'," James said, as he through his entire bodyweight into fucking Pete. "Oh -- Fuck -- Oh -- Fuck -- Oh -- Fuck!" I heard Pete chanting in rhythm with James' deep thrusts. Between their muscular legs, big muscular bodies and huge cocks, these RAMstuds powerfucked our greedy holes into ecstasy!!! When they finally came, it seemed like they were unloading a quart of cum in each of us - and they just kept pumping - and pumping - and pumping! When they finally pulled their cocks out with a loud "ploplplplpllp," my ass felt full and empty at the same time... "Give us a while to recharge, and we'll be back for more!" the guy with the nipple rings grinned, as he wrapped his towel around his muscular waist. "Yeah, that's some of the best ass I've ever fucked!" his buddy winked. When they opened the door to leave, our two leather buddies were standing outside. They stared, open mouthed, as the two hung, black athletes squeezed out into the hallway. "You lucky fuckers!" the younger leather bear smiled. "Everybody in the place has been after those two studs since they walked in." The leather guys walked in and closed the door. "Looks like you guys could use a "pick-me-up," the leather Daddy said, as he loaded a good-sized rock in his glass pipe, and fired it up for us. "Thanks, man," I said after I had inhaled a huge white cloud deep into my lungs. "That was one incredible fuck," I said dreamily, noticing that his goateed face was between my legs, sucking out the cumpilation of loads since we'd last seen them. "Mmmmm-Hmmmmm!" he managed to acknowledge as his tongue dug deep into my spunkhole. His buddy/son/slave was between Pete's legs doing the same. More smoke! More booty bump! Lots of assplay between the four of us. These guys weren't kidding when they said they were into heavy assplay. Pete and I put on the leathers we'd brought with us, partied some more, and then got down to the business of workin' our new buddies' holes. Fortunately, they were as much in to catching as they were pitching. Four hungry pigholes definitely got a workout! And with a little Viagra, I think each of us got a turn at fucking the other three's fuckholes! "Damn, I'm glad you boys like to fuck," leather Daddy said, as Pete drilled him with his chem-assisted hardon. "I get tired of bein' the only top around, and I sure love a big dick in my hole after I've been parTyin'," he grinned. "Hey babe, let 'im have some of your cock for awhile," Pete winked, as I pulled my wet 8 incher outta slaveboi's hungry ass. I have to admit, when I'm fucked up, turned on and full of Viagra, I do have a damn thick cock - with a 00 guage PA!!! "How's this feel, fucker?!?!" I growled, sinking my fat cock into his gaping rosebud. "Fuuuuccckkkkk! Now that's what I'm talkin' about! Fuck my hungry pighole, stud!" he yelled. When I looked over, Pete was on top of slaveboi's stiff cock, ridin' like a buckin' bronco. "Pigs fuckin' rule!!!" he yelled, waving his fist in the air. Eventually, hungry for more cock, we opened the door, and our Black studs were waiting outside for another fuck - only now there were four pigs to service!!! One of them left, but came back in about five minutes with two other, equally hot and thickly hung fuckers! Each of us was rewarded with a mindblowing asspounding, ending with a buttload of thick, hot cummmm! Boy, am I glad I put that message on the chalkboard! It definitely paid off this weekend!!!

After Pete and I got home from our bathhouse marathon (Sunday afternoon), we jumped in the hot tub to relax and unwind. Problem was, we were so horny from the chems, that we just kept playin'! I laid on the pool deck with my ass at the edge of the hot tub, while Pete royally worked my hole over with his tongue and mouth. I could tell by his moans when he was able to suck out some of the multiple loads that had been shot in me over the last day and a half. When he got tired, he climbed out of the hot tub, squatted over my face and opened his ass right over my mouth. A steady stream of cum ran straight into my mouth. When the flow started to slow, my mouth covered his battered rosebud and hungrily sucked out the remaining drops of anonymous jizz. "Mmmmmm-mmmmmph, mmmmm-mmmmmph," I moaned, while Pete ground his ass obscenely, begging for more. "Fuck, I need some more cock!" I grinned, licking my lips. "Yeah, this shit's really got me goin' this weekend," Pete agreed, as he bent down to stick his cum-covered goatee against mine for a deep snowball kiss. Just about then, the phone rang. It was one of our leather buddies from the night before. He and his BF were still tweakin' and wanted to know if we were up for some more play. We generally don't bring strangers home, so we agreed to meet back at Midtowne and continue the parTy! I repacked our bags of toys, leathers, and supplies, while Pete raided our stash of party favors and mixed up some fresh J-lube. We were back at the baths within an hour - and fortunately our favorite room had just been cleaned (it's a double room with video, and mirrors on all four walls and ceiling). We started out just like last Friday - a tab of X and some smoke from the glass cock. Since we'd never really started down, it didn't take long for us to be ready to go again. "Hey babe, I'm gonna take the douche bulb and check my hole. I'll be back in 10," I said. "Bring me a bottle of water when you come back - pleeeease?" Pete begged. Of course, I took the opportunity to check out the open doors as I made my way to the shower on our floor. Most were closed - either empty, or guys crashing after a night of hard play. Then there were the lurkers - the ones who hide far back in the room with the light completely off - - - I've had some fun with a few, but some can be down right scary. I passed by a room with two guys who looked to be about on the same parTy level as Pete and me. One was wildy shoving a stainless steel sound in and out of his piss slit while his buddy dildo-fucked his hole. I gave them a thumbs up and a grin as I slowly walked by. When I finally got to the shower, a tall, heavily tattooed stud with a low hanging uncut cock was toweling himself off. "You through?" I asked. "Yeah, it's all yours," he said, giving me the once over as I hung my towel on the hook. I pulled the shower curtain two thirds of the way shut, filled the rubber douche bulb from the shower head and proceeded to spray the warm water into my guts. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the guy was watching, so I figured I'd give him something to look at. The next time I squirted the bulb up my ass, I bent over pointing my hole directly toward the opening of the curtain. Then I spread my cheeks and let the water spray out - crystal clear! By this time, I noticed that that nice uncut cock was growing into a nice thick piece of fuck meat - not hard, but definitely worth considering. I opened the curtain and grabbed my towel to dry off. "Nice to see a man who takes pride in a clean hole," he grinned, stroking the heavy foreskin back and forth over the mushroom head. "Yeah, my boyfriend loves to eat my ass - but only when it's clean," I teased. "Maybe we'll see you around, later," I patted his shoulder. "I hope so!" he smiled, as I walked back to the room. I passed the chalkboard on the way and wrote: "2 Hungry FFuckPNPigs - Mirrored Room." When I got back the door was closed - unusual - since it was open when I left. Fortunately, we know the manager and he gives us two keys when we get a double room. I quietly unlocked the door, not sure what I'd find inside. There are actually two doors before you get into the room with the bed, etc., so I was able to enter silently. Pete was on his hands and knees, getting fucked by a hot muscled guy with tribal tattoos, shaved head and pierced nipples. In the dim light, I could barely make out what appeared to be an XXL cock accentuated by a heavy chrome cockring and a leather ballstretcher. I guess Pete's fucker saw my reflection in one of the mirrors, 'cause he stopped fucking and stood like a deer in headlights. "Hey man, the door was open an' he said he needed to get fucked," the stud said nervously. "Hey man, you're cool. We both like to get fucked. As long as he goes home with me, no problem!" I grinned, reaching out and giving his fat cock a squeeze. I went about putting my stuff away, and the fucking started up again- slowly. I climbed on the bed and positioned myself with my legs spread in front of Pete. "Hey babe, you need a little smoke?" I whispered in Pete's ear. "Uh-huh," he grunted. I loaded the pipe and held the torch under it until the white vapor started to drift up the tube. Then I held it up to his mouth so he could suck it in. Doug (as I found out his name later) relaxed a bit when he saw this, and started to get back into his earlier fuck rhythm. I did a hit myself, and then forced Pete's mouth down on my cock. When Pete's high, he can deepthroat like crazy! Even my 00 gauge PA! I held the glass pipe up, offering our new friend a hit. He nodded, so I lit the torch again and held the pipe while he inhaled. Doug was really getting into it now - slammin' his thick cock into Pete's slutty hole, while Pete slobbered all over my veiny dick. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Doug panted. "Shoot it, man! Breed his fuckin' hole! Spray his guts!" I yelled, as Doug thrust his hips harder and harder. "Ffuuuucckkkkkk!!" he yelled, holding Pete's hips while he emptied his load deep inside. When Doug finally pulled out, he and Pete collapsed on the bed. I moved around to where I could fit Doug's softening cock in my mouth and clean off the remaining cum and ass juice. Even soft, it was one damn thick cock! "Nice fuck!" I grinned, licking my lips. "You guys are unbelievable," Doug said, recovering his breathing. "Usually I run into all this jealousy shit with couples - but you guys are so cool about it." "Hey, when we met, we knew we both liked to party - we both liked to get sleazy - and we both really liked to get fucked. We knew what we were getting into. And, like I said, as long as we go home together - fuck all the drama!" I laughed. "Besides, we're at a fucking bathhouse - we're here to get fucked - and get fucked a lot!!!" Doug gathered up his towel and keys, and walked toward the door. "Hope to see you guys again!" he grinned. We both chimed in - "Anytime!" More in the next post - this was only the first hour - and believe it or not, it got better!

They must've signaled each other, 'cause they switched places without speaking, and then I felt my ass being filled with Dan's X-tra thick cock. "Oh fuck!" I moaned, staring up into Brent's eyes. "Great, isn't it?" he smiled. "I knew you'd like his cock - God knows, I do!" We shifted on the bed, so that Brent was sitting, leaning against one of the mirrored walls. He opened the bag that Dan had brought - I couldn't quite see what he was doing (partly 'cause it was dark, and partly 'cause Dan was starting to really pound my ass). When Dan slowed down, I heard him say, "Hey babe - you sure he's okay with that?" I looked up, and Brent had a rubber strap tied around his upper left arm, and a syringe clenched in his teeth. Taking the syringe with his right hand, he looked at me and asked, "You okay if I slam?" I grinned, and said, "Fuck, yeah! Just le'me get my mouth on your cock while you do it." I waited 'til he'd cleaned his arm with an alcohol pad, and had gotten the needle in and it had registered with blood. He nodded, and I slowly took his semihard cock in my mouth. Everything stopped. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him push the plunger. He waited - then pulled out the needle - raised his arm and pulled off the rubber strap - - - and coughed - twice. I felt his body stiffen - then vibrate, as the drug ran through his veins. His cock didn't harden, but it did start to leak a lot of salty precum, which I swirled around his cock with my tongue. I instinctively moved my right hand between his legs and found his asspucker. He reacted by spreading his legs, giving me more access, and soon I had three fingers inside his pre-lubed hole. Mmmmmmmmm!- this fucker had come to pnplay!!!! As I worked my fingers in, Brent slowly slid down onto the bed, his legs spreading wider and wider. In no time, I had four fingers in his wet hole, and he was moaning like a bitch in heat! Dan caught on to what I was doing, and I felt his thick cock slide out of my hole. He grabbed the duffle that he'd brought and began looking for something. I just focused on Brent's open hole, massaging the soft, warm insides of his fuck chute. He grabbed my wrist and guided my hand, letting me know that he wanted more. I let my thumb fold into the palm of my hand, and began rotating my wrist to find just the right angle. Brent took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, he pulled my hand toward his stretched hole. The fleshy muscle relaxed, and my hand slid in! "Ohhhhhh fffuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkk!" he yelled, loud enough for the neighboring rooms to hear. Just about that time, I felt a slight burning sensation in my ass. I'd almost forgotten about Dan, with my mind focused on getting into Brent's ass. I knew the familiar tingle of a booty bump, and the feeling of Dan's thick fingers stretching MY hole! Still on my hands and knees, I spread my legs a little wider, giving him plenty of room to work. Brent grabbed the bottle of J-lube and squirted a hefty glob at the intersection of his ass and my wrist - and then handed the bottle to Dan. It was clear they'd played this game many times! Dan held the bottle above my gaping hole and let a steady stream of the gooey lube flow into my tweaked ass. The lube was still warm from when I mixed it up earlier, and felt great filling up my hungry butt. Dan shifted his body into a more comfortable position on the cheap foam mattress, and then began working his hand inside, just as I had done with his boyfriend. I had lost my focus on Brent's ass, now that Dan was working on mine - but he had taken control and was writhing up and down on my wrist - clearly enjoying the effects of his slam! [Aside: In addition to copious amounts of crystal, I attribute my love for getting fucked and fisted to having a squeaky clean ass. Knowing that no cock or hand is going to come out covered in shit gives me the confidence to really relax and enjoy the experience. Once I'm clean and start to party, I don't eat or drink (except water) until I'm finished - sometimes 2-3 days! The only things that go in my hole are crystal, lube, dildos, fists, cocks and cummmmmmm] By turning to my left, I had a great view of Dan in the mirror on the wall - hot stud in leather, working his hairy paw into my hungry hole. I took a deep breath and exhaled, pushing back on his greasy hand. There was a slight feeling of pressure, as the widest part of his hand stretched my sphincter - and then he was in. "Whoa!" Dan said in surprise. "You're a fuckin' pro, man! Fuckin' sucked my hand right in." I rocked my ass side to side, acknowledging his compliment, and letting him know I was in pig heaven. "Hey, Brent," Dan said over my shoulder. "You found us a real pig!" Brent was in his own fistpig haze, with my hand massaging the warm insides of his burning hole. I rotated my wrist a half turned and pulled out slightly to test how far his assmuscle would stretch. He opened his eyes a little and gave me an evil grin, letting me know I was in sync with his 'needs.' I rotated my wrist again, relieving the pressure, and causing his eyelids to close again. I repeated the action over and over until my hand was able to almost come completely out. Brent shifted on the bed so that he could stretch one leg out and pull the other back toward his chest, giving me a better angle to work with. All the while, Dan was working on my hole, similarly stretching and getting me used to the size of his hand. When his hand finally came out, I heard him chuckle. "Fuck! How many loads you got up there, man?" he laughed. I could smell the distinct odor of warm cum fill the room, as my ass dripped the remains of my earlier play. "Not enough!" I replied, hoping that he'd add his before the night was over. Dan slid off the bed and walked over to Brent, placing his fingers in his lover's mouth. "Mmmmmmm!" Brent moaned, eagerly sucking the slimy cum and buttjuice off Dan's hand. "You'e so fuckin' nasty," Dan growled, smearing the palm of his hand all over Brent's face, marking him with the dregs of my ass. Dan stood up, but before heading back to me, he walked over and turned the door handle, just barely leaving the door ajar. Fuck - these were my type of guys - wild, chemfueled, man-to-man sex....with as many men as possible! Dan climbed back on the bed and kneeled behind me, his hand lightly slapping my asscheeks. The next thing I felt was his tongue and stubbled chin grazing on my sleazy hole. I pushed my hole open, so he could get in as deep as he wanted. "Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmph!" he grunted as his tongue dug into my cumbucket. When he needed a break, his hand would replace his tongue - and with the stimulation, drugs and earlier play.... his hand was easily inside me. "Fuckin' whore! Bet you let anybuddy stcik they're dick in there," he teased. "Ya got any preference for dick, pig?" he asked, his fingers expertly massaging my prostate. "Thick," I managed to spit out. Dan's hand slid out with a plop, and then I felt him grab my cock and balls, coating them with the slime from my ass. "That feel good, pig?" he asked, closing his thumb and index finger tightly around my cock and balls like an extra cockring. When I didn't respond, he squeezed harder and tugged downward on my junk. "Yeah," I gasped. "What's that, boy?" he tugged again. "Yes, SIR!" I barked back. "That's better, fuckpig," he said, slightly backing off on the tension. The work on my prostate, his manhandling of my cock, AND the Levitra I'd taken earlier were all having a positive effect on my partycock! "Mmmmmmmm! Now that's the kinda cock I like my boys to have," Dan purred. He pulled my hardening cock back between my legs and swallowed it in his warm mouth. I was in sensory overdrive - my ass twitching, my nipples tingling, my cock throbbing - every inch of my body was on fire....one hunky sextool! Dan continued tonguing my ass and sucking my cock until I was rockhard and needed to fuck. He leaned forward so that his mouth was next to my ear, and whispered, "I wanna see you fuck Brent. We get off watchin' each other get fucked by strangers." That kind of kinky shit is a total turn-on for me, and my cock throbbed even harder, knowing that Dan was into seein' his lover gettin' dicked by some guy they'd just met. I slowly pulled my hand out of Brent's butt, and wiped the slick lube off with a paper towel. Then I grabbed Brent's thighs and pulled him toward me, pushing his legs apart and back, so that his gaping hole was at about the same level as my cock. He just stared at me with kind of a blank, drugged look, like he wasn't sure what was about to happen. My PA bounced up and down on his slightly open pucker, and the head of my cock pulsed with blood, flaring a good 2" wide. I leaned forward, sinking into his hole in one stroke. "Ooohhh Fuuuccckk!" Brent moaned. "Fuckin' nice cock, man," he added. [One advantage I love about meth is that (when I can get hard) I can fuck for hours without cumming!] Brent's hole was nice and loose, just like I like 'em. Plenty of room to move around, and my PA doesn't pinch the head of my dick. "Gimme that big Daddy dick! Fuck, yeah! You know what my hole needs. Fuck!" Brent panted, as I corkscrewed my cock in and out. My cock looked damn hot covered in lube and buttslime as I slowly dragged it out of Brent's open manhole. The stretched, purple muscle flared out, begging for my cock to sink back in to the warm depths of his chemmed ass. As meth will often do, I got caught in my own little private fuck scene - oblivious to anything else going on around me - just my cock and Brent's hole. When I sort of snapped out of it, I saw two more guys in the room - one standing, and the other on his knees sucking his friend's cock. They were obviously turned on by our scene, and had joined in with their own action. If the chemistry's right, that's one of the many things I love about the baths - nuthin' like a few guys havin' sex next to you to make your own scene even hotter...especially when they're hot...and total strangers! I looked around for Dan, and saw he had moved to the corner furthest from the door. He had a rubber tourniquet tied around his left arm and was cleaning the crease in his elbow with an alcohol pad. Shit! He was gonna slam right in front of these two guys! I guess the guy getting the blowjob sensed my concern, 'cause he caught my eye and motioned a 'thumbs up' sign and a wink to me. I watched Dan line the rig up and slide it into the vein. He must have pushed the plunger in, 'cause the next thing I saw was him putting the orange plastic cap back on the needle. He raised his arm over his head and pulled the rubber tourniquet to release it. "Cough - - - cough," came the sounds from Dan - his body shuddered briefly while he threw his head back. Then he shook his head like he was trying to clear the cobwebs, and then drawled out, "Ffuuuccccckkkkkkkkk!" He dipped two fingers into the nearby tub of Crisco and then pumped several globs of J-lube into his palm. Soon, he was massaging the greasy, gooey mixture into his muscled crack, his pelvis writhing up and down off the black rubber sheet. I took a break from Brent's hole and turned my attention to Dan's. Fumbling around through the collection of dildos I'd brought with me, I grabbed my Ty Fox which was still slick from previously being up my ass. Dan's eyes were still dancing from the effects of the slam, but the way he spread his legs let me know he was aware of me and my intentions. I let the huge head of the big rubber dong graze his sensitive asslips, sending electrical impulses throughout his body. He inhaled deeply, and as he exhaled, I felt his ass start to give way. "Ooooohhhhhh, fuck!" Dan bellowed, completely giving in to his desire to get fucked. "Shove it in me, man! Rape my fuckin' hole!" he panted, as I kept a constant pressure on the big rubber-balled base of the dildo. It was so hot watchin' this big hunk of man flip from total top to total bottom - letting his inner pig come out to play. A satisfied grin came over his face when he felt the huge rubber balls grinding against his asscheeks, letting him know the huge dildo was firmly seated inside. "Uh-huh....yeah...uh-huh....mmmmm.....yeah...uh-huh," Dan mumbled, floating on the high from the slam, the warm lube and the pressure filling his ass. He was seriously grinding his jaws now, eyes closed, butt dancing while I worked the big rubber cock in and out of his hole. I loved watching his assmuscle cling to the dildo as it slid out - staying open until I shoved it back in - - - fucking bull twat!!! I felt some movement behind me, and saw that Brent had flipped over on his back and was shinnying between my legs. His warm mouth found my dangling cock, and he proceeded to gobble it up like the hungry cockwhore he'd become. The two spectators had disappeared, probably to check for other hot action - or maybe to go parTy in private. Dan was starting to show a little more awareness of what was going on, and he was digging through the pile of dildos with his right hand. He grabbed Kris Lord and held it up, gauging its size against his hunger. [Kris Lord doesn't appear any larger than Ty Fox, but its shape makes it noticeably wider, thus providing more stretch if inserted straight on. Sometimes, I'll start out with it sideways, and then rotate it to get my ass used to the width - - - or if I'm really spun, I shove it in straight for maximum impacT!!!] I let go of my hold on Ty Fox, and grabbed the new dildo from Dan. Scooped two fingers full of Crisco from the tub, pumped four gobs of j-lube into my hand and started slathering the veiny rubber shaft with the nasty concoction. By the time I was ready, Dan's hole had ejected Ty Fox, and his purplish rosebud was pulsating, begging to be filled. From experience, I knew exactly how he was feeling, so positioned the wide, meaty head against his bud and pushed. There was a slight resistance, and then the muscle gave way. The huge cock barreled its way deep into his gut, while he roared in pleasure. "Uuunnnngggghhhhhhh!" he growled. "That's it, fucker! Fuck me! Use my fuckin' hole!"

Pete (BF) and I went to a BB party last night. Lots of favors. Lots of muscleboys. Not enough tops.... Anyway, when we left this morning, the host handed us three bags of T - said he wanted it out of his house. So....Pete and I stretched the party on through the afternoon - smokin' a little - playin' a little. Finally, about six o'clock, Pete said, "Ya know, we're both clean, we're both fuckin' high.............tubs?" "You're readin' my mind, fucker!" I grinned. It didn't take us thirty minutes before we had our bags packed, and were in the truck headed to Midtowne. While Pete drove, I got on the cell phone and called the bathhouse. Jimmy was workin' the front desk (thank God!) "Hey Jimmy. Pete an' I are headed down there. Anybody in the Mirror Room?" I asked. "Not right now," he answered. "I can hold it for 15 minutes." "Great!" I answered. "We'll be there in ten. We shouldn't have worried - the parking lot was practically empty. But it was just 7 pm. We grabbed our two duffle bags - toys, leather, lube, favors and a small DVD player, and headed in to the nondescript three story building. "Damn! You must've been right around the corner," Jimmy said, when we walked up to the check-in window. "Never hurts to ask for our favorite room," I grinned, trying not to grind my jaws and show how spun I was. Pete slid his ID, membership card and cash through the small passthrough under the window. Jimmy buzzed him through the door and handed him a key and towel. I followed next, getting the obligatory locker (which I wouldn't use) and Jimmy buzzed me through, too. "Have fun guys," Jimmy winked, giving us a knowing smile. We'd played with him in the past, and he could get into some kinky shit! AND he has a HUGE cock!!! We briefly checked out the downstairs hot tub and shower (both empty) before hiking up to the third floor where our room was. The Mirrored Room is exactly that - floor-to-ceiling mirrors on all four walls, and covering the ceiling. I don't think they're real glass mirrors. Probably some kind of reflective plastic sheets. But the effect is really good! It's also a double room, so you get a larger bed and more room to play Pete hooked up the DVD player, while I covered the cheap foam mattress with our black rubber sheet and laid out our toys and leather. "Ya think any of the guys from the party will be here?" I asked Pete while massaging his broad shoulders. "Mmmm - I could hope that hot muscleboy Trey would show up!" he grinned. "I'd love to feel that cock in me again - and I bet he'd be hot in leather!" "Yeah, he was hot - and what about that black guy from Houston - Tristan, I think his name was? Nice big, uncut cock!" I added. "Or, we could be stuck with each other," he said, swiveling around and grabbing my crotch while biting one of nipples through my ribbed tank top. "Mmmmm - I'd be okay with that," I replied, grabbing the back of his head and pressing it to my chest. "Fuck, you're hot!" Pete said smiling. "No - you're hot!" I countered. He gave me that same devilish grin that he did when we met at the baths 20 years ago. I'm so lucky to be married to such a hot man who's as much of a pig as I am, and who enjoys as much anonymous sex. As long as we end up going home together.... "Load up that pipe, and let's get started!" Pete finally said, breaking our embrace. I separated the three bags of crystal that we got at the party - hid two in our duffle and opened one. "This was some good shit that Marty had," I said, scooping out a medium-sized shard and dropping it in the glass pipe. "Yeah, we need to find out who he's buyin' from. I wanna get some more. Whole lot better than that crap Billy sold us over at Club Dallas," Pete answered. "Turn up the volume," I asked Pete. I wanted something to cover the sound of the hissing that our torch made when firing up the pipe. Soon, the moans of Drew Peters being fucked and fisted by Lito Cruz were filling the room, and I started the torch. It didn't take long before the shard liquefied and thick white smoke started to flow up the glass tube. I took the first hit - held it - then shotgunned it into Pete's lungs. I love this part - feeling his stubbled chin against mine - his warm lips - his thick muscular tingue - - - and we're getting fucking high!!! Makes me feels so good and dirty! Pete took the pipe and fired it up again, taking a long, deep hit - and then covering my mouth with his while I inhaled his chembreath. We both laid back on the bed, gazing at our reflection on the ceiling - waiting for the meth to hit. "I'm gonna go check my hole," Pete said, sitting up and digging through our duffle for the douche bulb. He stripped off his tank and jeans, grabbed the bathhouse issue towel and headed to the shower. While he was gone, I stripped myself, did a couple dozen pushups on the sticky floor (gotta have pumped pecs), and snorted some crushed tina (I still love the old school method and the burn in my nose). To be fair, I laid out a line for Pete for when he got back. I heard the key in the lock, and Pete walked in. "Well? Were you clean?" I asked. "Yeah - perfectly clear. But you know, I always have to check," he raised an eyebrow, signaling his obsession with having a clean fuckhole. "Do a line. You'll feel better," I smiled, pointing to the line of meth on the small travel mirror. He smiled and kissed me. "And that's why I love you," he said, taking the silver straw and snorting the white powder up his nostrils. I took the douche bulb and a towel and headed down the hall for my own cleanout. As expected, my cleanout was just like Pete's. We hadn't eaten anything for 24 hours before the party, because we wanted to be clean AND we wanted the drugs to have maximum effect. And since we never really stopped parTying, we still hadn't eaten anything - just lots of water. Neither of us are into scat, so a clean hole is at the top of our playlist....along with meth. Coming back to the room, I saw a tall, muscular guy standing at the end of our hallway. He was a regular at the baths, but we'd never played with him. He had the musclebear look, but I had no idea what he was into. He could've been a cop for all I knew. He nodded and I nodded back. When I got to our room, I had to knock - Pete still had the key. I stood there for what seemed eternity, my towel over my shoulder and the douche bulb in clear sight. Musclebear clearly knew where I'd been and what I'd been doing - - - fuck! what do I care? in fact, I probably WANT him to know that my ass is clean and ready to fuck! Jeez! I way overthink things sometimes.... Pete finally opened the door and I went in. But....thanks to thinking past my embarrassment, I left the door open, and went about my business in the room. Musclebear did walk by - slowing down to take a look, and saw that there were two hot guys in the room! Pete had already put on his leather harness and armbands and was working on getting a leather ballstretcher around his tweaked balls. I figured if Musclebear was interested, he'd seen enough to know what we were into (except the meth). "Mmmm - he looked hot," Pete said. "Yeah, we've seen him before. Don't know what he's into," I answered. "He can be IN me!" Pete joked. "Pig!" I added. "Slut!" he slung back. We both laughed. "Bump?" I asked, waving the baggy in front of Pete's eyes. "You need to ask?" he said, with a raised eyebrow. I licked my index finger and stuck it in the baggy - covered it in crystal. "Show me that hole, babe," I said, holding my hand steady so as not to lose any "product." He got on his hands and knees and reached back to spread his beautiful, muscled ass cheeks. His hole was already puckered from the workout it had gotten at the party the night before. He was teasing me by pushing it out and showing a beginning rosebud. "Hold it open, or I'll spill," I instructed. When it was open, I slid my finger in deep and rotated, wiping the drug on the lining of his rectum. "Fucckkkkkkkkkk!" Pete moaned - not in pain, but in the knowing pleasure that this was going to send him higher. He rolled over on his back and stretched his legs out before sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Okay - now you," he said, taking the baggy away from me. I lay on my back and locked my arms behind my knees, forcing my legs back and my ass up. "Fuck! I never get tired of your hole!" Pete said grinning. I pushed my hole out in response. "Ooooh - hungry, aren't we?" he said, licking his finger, dipping it in the bag and depositing a heft dose of meth in my fuck chute. I welcomed the burn, and the knowledge of the high that would soon come. "Do you think we party too much?" I asked. Pete wrinkled his brow in fake thought. "Not if you like the best, nastiest, longest, kinkiest sex ever," he finally answered. I slid my black leather harness over my head and adjusted the snaps for a tight fit. The workouts at the gym had paid off and the harness really showed off the work on my shoulders and chest. "Now I know why you like the Mirrored Room," Pete said, catching me admiring my reflection. "You know how gays are - it's all about the first impression," I replied. "Don't worry, babe. You look fuckin' hot!" Pete answered. For two daddy-types in our fifties, we both looked damn good. Our only downside was that we were all too often mistaken for tops! Don't get me wrong - we'll breed an ass if it gets one of our cocks hard - but both of us really prefer getting fucked. I slipped on a red cotton jock and my leather biker's cap, while Pete squeezed into a pair of rubber shorts with a codpiece. "Time to take a cruise around the place?" I said, lighting a cigarette and offering one to Pete. "Yeah - hope this wasn't a waste of time," he answered. He grabbed the key and put the elastic band around his wrist and we headed out. The 3rd floor was pretty dead - a few doors open, but the guys inside appeared to be asleep. No sign or Musclebear. There was an AIDS-wasted daddy in the black light room dildo-fucking his hole. He might be fun for later. We headed down the stairs to the 2nd floor. A few more doors were open, but still no action - or at least the kind of action we were looking for. We headed into the maze (in a far corner of the 2nd floor). It was pretty quiet - usually if it's active, you can hear moans and gags and sucking sounds. We made it all the way through without getting groped (kind of disappointing), and I sat down on one of the benches to watch the porn on the TV hanging from the ceiling. Pete kept walking - I figured he was gonna check out the lockers and the hot tub/ communal shower on the 1st floor. I was kinda gooning out to the vanilla porn on the TV when I noticed some movement to my right. There are gloryholes placed throughout the maze, and there happened to be one next to the bench I was sitting on. A nice-sized cock was hanging within reach! It wasn't hard, but it was nice and thick. I shifted slightly on the bench so that I was facing the gloryhole, and gently cupped my hands under the shaved balls. I heard a low moan from the other side of the plywood wall, and circled my thumb and index finger around the cock and balls like a cockring. More moaning. Now normally, cocksucking is low on my list of sexual desires - but for some reason, meth turns me on to it. Without hesitation, I swallowed the whole thing in my mouth and began to suck like crazy. The cock jumped back a little at first, but I still had a firm hold with my right hand. Within seconds, the piece of dickmeat started to fill with blood and harden! I continued to suck and slurp and swallow - and be the noisy cocksucker methpig that I am. I'm sure anyone within earshot heard what was going on. I bet it wasn't two minutes before I heard a voice on the other side of the wall mumble "Gonna cum!" Then I felt the hot bullets hitting the roof of my mouth and back of my throat - and then the salty sweet taste of cum. He shot a HUGE load! When I came off the cock for air, he was still shooting, and I got a nice glob in my goatee. For awhile, all I could hear was panting on the other side, as the cock slowly softened. Finally, I released my hold, and the guy backed away from the hole. He could have easily come around the corner to me, but he went the other direction and out the door. I caught a glimpse of him as he left - a tall older guy who had felched several loads of cum out of my ass on a previous visit. He was really pretty hot, but I guess because of his age, he didn't get a lot of action. (That's one thing I don't like about the gay lifestyle - we're all gonna get old, and we all still want sex. So be kind to your elders!) I met Pete coming up the stairs from the 1st floor. "Gotta little cum in your beard buddy!" he said, leaning in and trying to lick off the splatter. I deep tongue kissed him so he could taste the cum in my mouth. "Mmmmm - - - tastes like you've been busy," he grinned. "Gotta take your loads when and where you can," I answered. "Find any hotties around?" I asked. "Nah - coupla cute twinks in the hot tub, but that's it - but it's only 8:30 - still pretty early," he replied. "I need another smoke," I said. "Pipe or cigarette?" he asked. "Both!"