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Another Real Experience - Jersey Boy Gives In To Temptation I used to play fairly regularly in and around Jersey City, for a while there were a good number of party guys living there with a lot of excellenT group scenes. It became evident after a year or so of playing with several guys down there regularly that despite being New Jersey's third largest city, AND directly across the Hudson and only a one stop PATH train ride from Manhattan, that it was still a pretty small pnp community where every guy knew everyone else. I played a lot with a guy in Journal Square, a hot guy I'll call Trace who was an exotic dancer/escort/masseuse. He was of mixed Greek and Native American heritage, wore his very black hair long with a full beard, looking very much like a pirate - but a pirate that was 5'6". That said, he had a ripped body and a big cock that looked even bigger on his small frame. He hired out exclusively as a top but when "off-duty" he liked to switch off - he liked my leather daddy style and we would blow clouds or get to the point and then play with our mutual fetish gear, get very oral and then he'd want to get fucked. Being a bottom and the whole "cleaning out" process was new to him, so this sometimes resulted in some unpleasantness, but we generally had fun, and soon enough he had other guys coming to join our sessions. Since group scenes are very much my favorite, I was pleased. Frequently these additional guys include Donnie, his candyman, a light skinned African-American kid who claimed to be more straight than bi or gay, and generally got blown while he was there or he topped one of the other guys... ocassionally though, if he was done his business for the evening he'd get very spun and would suck cock or even ocassionally get fucked. He never let Trace fuck him, claiming his cock was too big. Again, this only happened if he had no more business and around guys he knew very VERY well. There were other times when he'd bring guys with him - straight guys from the neighborhood who had done a lot of business with Donnie. White, Black, Latino, Asian, all kinds of guys but generally young, a bit street tough (which doesn't impress me, but works for lots of guys) and were tweaked enough that the offer of a long hot blowjob was irresistable to them, even if it was from another guy. Three of Trace's regular play buds - Jake, Aaron and Carlos - were totally into this. They loved getting on their knees and sucking off these "guests" of Donnie's. Trace and I would do some good oral work as well, but it was understood that we were NOT the subservient type and would brook NO disrespect or trash talk. We'd often wind up topping Jake, Aaron or Carlos while they performed oral duties on the guests, and some seemed to get off on it. Carlos was a thin somewhat effeminate latino with a heart of gold who was a devout bottom who could ocassionally throw an amazing fuck himself; Jake was a white blond buzz-cut gas-station attendant with a goatee, tats all over his ripped hairless body an amazing ass and small but generally hard dick; and then there was Aaron, whom I knew from before meeting Trace - a closeted divorced white Italian bi-guy - cute face, dark hair, a trifle chubby but sexy, with a beautiful ass that could take any cock or hand or arm or toy or (yes) baseball bat! And he was raising a 9 year old son on his own, living with his parents and working for a bank where they though he was the straightest guy on the planet. One of the "guests" that showed up a few times was a Construction Worker named Ralph. He was actually Jake's cousin, and got into this whole thing accidentally - somehow stumbling into Jake and Donnie and being introduced to Miss T, only to discover that his cousin Jake - so butch and dangerous looking - enjoyed getting high then sucking dick and getting his ass plowed bareback by whatever cocks he could get. Stunned, Ralph apparently just watched the first two times but then agreed to come to Trace's place for some head and good T. Ralph was 25 at the time, a tall trim white guy about 6'3", shaved head and scruff patch below his mouth, hairy body (reddish blond body hair) a lot of tats, nice arm and leg muscles with a long thin cock and a high muscular ass. (Regular readers will know where this is going...). There was supposed to be a girlfriend around somewhere. He very much turned me on, and I would be first to suck him each time he came to Trace's - he seemed to enjoy my oral attention as well as BJs from Trace, Carlos, Aaron, and even ocassionally Donnie - but never his cousin Jake. Ralph would watch while I fucked the other guys and ocassionally got fucked myself. The first time he watched Trace fuck me, and saw me actually enjoying getting that big piece in my hole, his eyebrows nearly went over the top of his head. He coughed out a cloud of T smoke he'd been inhaling, and said, "seriously dude, you LIKE that? I thought you only played the man's part, not the bitch's part!" I told him that first, yes, I liked it; second, yes I preferred to top but really, really preferred both in the same session; and third, never call me a bitch if you want to keep all of your teeth. "If a guy WANTS you to call him names like that, it's cool, but getting fucked doesn't make you any less a man." He seemed very thoughtful. I noticed he also watched very intently whenever anyone was being rimmed. Eventually Trace's place was too small for some of our gatherings and Aaron presented us with a solution - his parents would be out-of-town for a week and we could come play in their basement that first Friday night as soon as his kid went to bed. Jake had let us all know that Ralph would be coming and thought he might be brave enough and ready enough to top someone that evening. We met up at Trace's place and got our supplies together, and all took some little blue magic to stay hard while blowing clouds with a few of us trading shotguns as we waited for Aaron to call and let us know his son was asleep and we could come over. The call came sooner than expected, and we headed out to the two cars - mine and Jake's - and somehow I wound up driving Ralph and Donnie while Jake drove Trace and Carlos. During the drive Donnie got Ralph higher while we talked about what he might be into doing that night. He was obviously very turned on and his inhibitions were almost completely eliminated - mentioning that he had really cleaned up in the shower so he could have someone rim his hole. We wound up arriving at Aaron's parents' house first - a suburban split level with the lower level playroom all set up for a sex party... sling, rim-seat, play mats, toys and gay bb porn on the big screen. (I kept wondering exactly how Aaron would ezplain this if his kid woke up and came down for a glass of water...). Jakes car arrived about 10 minutes later. Seems that he picked up a couple of other guys, Tyrell and Matt, two somewhat thuggy down-low types, one black the other white. We all got naked and blew clouds some more clouds , and I wound up by chance or someone else's design with Ralph mostly to myself while Trace, Carlos, Jake and Aaron played up to these new guys and Donnie busied himself preparing all of our enhancements for the evening. Ralph even accepted some shotguns from me, and when I got him to sit in the rimchair, he inhaled some Maximum Impact while I gave him his first salad tossing. He had a beautiful ass, clean and great-tasting, and we both really enjoyed it. We moved over to a couch to let others use the chair and I gave Ralph a nice blowjob while he sucked down somemore clouds. He told me to stand up while he stayed seated, and then looked up at me and said softly, "I better try this before I chicken out", then took the head of my cock and part of the shaft into his mouth. It was only for a few minutes, and it was very inexpert, but he was enthusiastic and I was so turned on by the situation that I almost shot. Amazingly, Donnie was the only one to notice this and sauntered over holding something behind his back with his cock dangling in front. Ralph actually sucked it in for a few licks before he looked up at me and told me he wanted to fuck me. Donnie pulled the two needleless syringes from behind his back and said that a booty-bump each would get us in the mood for fucking, saying he'd do me while I did Ralph. I got down on all fours in front of Ralph and pushed his legs up. I started to rim the young stud's hole again while Donnie rimmed mine and then I inserted the syringe in his hairy pucker while Donnie inserted one into mine. A minute or two later and Ralph and I were soaring. Donnie told us he'd be back and went to do some more chemistry. Ralph asked me to "sit on his dick" and I responded "gladly". He remained seated on the couch and picked up the Tina pipe as I straddled him and aligned my hole over his very hard - thanks to Vitamin V and his enthusiasm - supposedly straight cock. He pulled my head into his and blew his cloud into my mouth. As I sank to his balls he hissed "yessssssssss". We started a slow grinding fuck, that frankly felt amazing, and sure enough the shotgunning turned into face-sucking deep kissing. I told him he felt amazing and smiled but asked like before "and you really like that?" I responded enthusiastically "yes". We fucked like that for quite a while, eventually just slowly pumping as he spoke again. Speaking softly, he told me that this whole scene he'd been watching these few times turned him on immensely and he was constantly thinking about it. He had thought he might be gay when he was in his early teens, but the only gays he knew were very flamboyant - which was not him at all he confessed - and that his father and brothers and buddies all considered gay guys to be beneath contempt, failed men who wanted to be women. Since none of this seemed to apply to him, he decided that he could not be one of THEM and tried to forget his interest and just concentrate on girls. Having watched us these couple of times, and having been lectured by me, he realized that gay sex was no threat to his masculinity. He'd been hoping that tonight he'd get high enough and brave enough to try it all, and said he'd even looked up how to clean his hole out, and had practiced a few times sticking something up his butt. I looked him in the eye, squeezing his cock in my hole, and said "are you saying what I think you're saying?" and looking like a lost little kid he said "I know my ass isn't as hot as Carlos' or Trace's or Aaron's but do you think you'd want to fuck me for my first time?" Seriously? He had to ASK? And personally, I thought his ass was HOTTER. Donnie had quietly moved back our way and caught the last part of this. He leaned down and whispered to us that he could make that easier on Ralph but first told us to suck his cock between us - Ralph looked at the caramel colored tool between us and smiled, we kissed it and traded sucking it for a few minutes until Donnie said he'd better go get what Ralph needed for his virgin ride. "That gives me time to finish fucking YOU," Ralph said and suddenly started a piston fuck that despite me being on top nearly blew me off his lap. Donnie returned with some cups with a bit of G and juice which we all downed, then points - he did me first, then Ralph and then himself - Ralph coughed and then whispered "do me man". I knelt on the floor with him on the edge of the couch. Pulling his long legs up, I tongued his soon to be cherry-popped manhole while he moaned and we heard Donnie cough. Bringing Ralph's legs to rest over my shoulder, I quickly used just a bit of lube and placed the head of my cock against his now pliant hole. Donnie had him suck on a cloth covered with Max Impact and slowly but surely my cock sank into his warm snug hole. Ralph began to moan as I slid in, taking a few minutes, but finally feeling my balls slapping on his butt. His own cock was back to being rock hard and felt amazing pressed up against me. I started to pump slowly when he nodded at me, and shortly he sighed "so good"... that's when I felt a welcome invasion between my own legs as Donnie knelt behind me and slid his shaft into me. We fucked like that for a few minutes, until Ralph said he was a bit uncomfortable and could he sit on me the way I did on him? Donnie pulled out of me and Ralph sat on my lap and onto my cock - a bit too fast if the wideness of his eyes was any sign - but Donnie was there putting the glass cock to our mouths and we all traded clouds as Ralph rode my cock and really started to enjoy himself. Donnie presented his cock for our inspection and again we spent time kissing each other and the cock between us. After a bit, Ralph turned around to a reverse cowboy so he could suck Donnie's cock much more efficiently and deeply. This was when the other guys FINALLY noticed what was going on (see what two big thug cocks can do to distract some guys?)... there were a number of gasps, and some complaints that we were "ruining a top", but they eventually got over it. We did mix and match more after that - I fucked Trace, Aaron, Jake and amazingly, Donnie, and got fucked by Carlos (!), and by Tyrell and Matt who were wonderfully large, but lacking a bit in finesse. I think I blew and rimmed everyone at some point, and got fucked by and fucked both Ralph and Donnie again. I got to watch Ralph turn insatiable, sucking every cock there (if not expertly) including his cousin - getting into a hot 69 with his cousin Jake while getting fucked by Donnie while Jake was fucked by me. Ralph also fucked Aaron and then fucked his cousin Jake - and he GOT fucked by not just Donnie and me, but by Carlos (again surprising) and briefly by Jake and Trace. Tyrell tried to get in him, but was just too big, and Ralph was just a bit too sore - the spirit was willing but the flesh was just too new at this! On the way back to Trace's at 4:30AM or so, I told him to try a good soak in the tub either now or when he got up the next day, and to not be surprised if his ass was really sore from all this. Amazingly, I got a call from Ralph early the next afternoon saying he "needed more". I drove down to Jersey City and met him at Trace's and the three of us fucked round-robin style for a few more hours, blowing some clouds, watching bb porn and reliving Ralph's amazing experience the night before. Ralph eventually wound up getting into a relationship with a Realtor friend of mine in Hoboken before they moved to the Keys. His deflowering will always be a great memory for me!

AS I STATED IN PART ONE OF THIS MULTIPART EXPERIENCE: Most of those who’ve read my real life “party” experiences may know that I’ve kept a “sex diary” since I was a teen-ager coming out in pre-AIDS New York City. This multi-part entry tells about the longest party weekend I’ve had in all my years back in 2006. I had started to tell this story on another now defunct site almost 10 years ago, but the notebook of my experiences from that time went missing when a friend borrowed the whole set and returned it with one book missing. He found the misplaced notebook just this month while doing a closet overhaul to relieve Corvid Cabin Fever. I will post it as I finish typing and editing, in several parts. PART 3 - FRIDAY MORNING FOG The bulk of the guests had departed as Kieran, Adam and I helped Jimmy clean up, while Lou and Vice put the office back in order, downloading a few things onto a USB drive. We all took a quick rinse in the playroom shower – except Vice who Jimmy let use the upstairs shower so as not to be too “uncomfortable” in the locker room style shower with the rest of us. So as we walked out into the early grey morning as I mentioned at the end of Part 2, there was some “what do you want to do?” type stuff going on. Adam was going to Manny’s so they could continue to wreck each other’s holes for a few hours, until the high wore down and they each needed to get ready for their shifts later. Actually, Manny had let me know I’d be welcome to be their third before he left the party, and Adam had agreed. But despite how hot these two pigs were – and the fun I’d had with each in the past – I also knew it would be a session focusing on getting those two ravenous holes full of as much of ANYTHING as we could, and I’d be serving more as a facilitator than an equal participant in that triangle. Wasn’t really what I wanted at the moment, and I also felt responsible for getting my Fratboy home to his hubby at our Guest House. So Adam wished us all a fun day and took off into the fog towards Bradford Street. Meanwhile, Lou had been distracted by several messages he got on his phone since the party wound down, and he looked up after listening to his last message. “Gotta handle a little down chain distribution issue, need to head up cape for a few hours,” he said. “Alone” Vice looked a bit taken back as Lou threw an arm around my shoulder and addressed me. “So, J-man, no worries, I’ll be back by mid-afternoon, text you, and I’ll stop by your room around 4pm,” he said to me, chuckling. ”Yeah back at T-Time.” “I’m not coming with?” asked Vice. Lou shook his head and said, “definitely not, can’t have you in on this one”. “Fuck. I understand yo, but where do I hang meantime? Can I have the keys to your crib and crash there ‘till you come back?” Lou shrugged and said “Vice my man, you KNOW nobody is allowed in there if I ain’t there too. I trust you boy, but I just can’t do that… can’t go to your Aunt’s house? Ain’t your uncle just headed to the boat around now?” Vice snorted and muttered “fuck that, no…” Just then it began to drizzle. Lou looked over at me, “so J-daddy, you think you could let my man here crash in your room until I get back? I’ll make it worth your while…” he said, as he waved a bag at me and winked. “If Vice doesn’t mind that we’re gonna continue the sex games for a while, that’s cool with me.” Vice shrugged and nodded yes. Lou grabbed my neck and laid a wet one on me whispering in my ear “thanks – now keep working on his barriers” as he slipped the baggie into my pouch. Lou took off into the drizzle and gloom also towards Bradford and the final three of us started a brisk walk and turned onto Commercial Street. I gave Kieran and Vice a better introduction. Kieran asked why Vice had stayed in the office all evening. “Vice generally doesn’t work our side of the street and the rules were everyone had to flip – even if he was cool getting blown or something, he certainly wouldn’t be bottoming.” Vice was blushing, but nodded then admitted sheepishly “My bitch is outatown, and Lou had me party a bit with him and Jimmy and J here – did some wickie freaky shit I thought I’d never do, but getting my ass reamed or my face fucked was just too much, you know?” Kieran nodded “Makes sense, I guess – well, I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but if you feel like repeating what you DID like before with us now, I’d be down with that.” Vice pursed his lips and nodded his head in the affirmative. “Besides,” I put in with a smirk, “listening to all that sex noise for the past 4 hours you must need to blow a major load or two.” Vice chuckled and replied “man, you don’t know the half of it.” Conversation shifted and Kieran and Vice bonded over hockey, both having played through high school and both being huge fans of the Bruins, and switching to baseball to include me, not without a lot of ribbing about being a Yankee fan surrounded by Red Sox territory. We were bit of a strange trio as we walked – not that Provincetown isn’t quite used to seeing Leather Men returning home at 6am – just not usually accompanied by a guy in basketball shorts, socks and slides, and a white B.U. hoodie over it (loaned to him by Jimmy). Vice had his ball cap on under the hood, and pulled the hood down as far as it could go and still let him see as he periodically looked around us from side to side. “Fuck, I knew this could happen…” he cursed under his breath as he pulled us into the alley by the Lobster Pot. “Let me know when those two guys with the green jackets are gone… fuck, fuck, figures…” I stepped back towards Commercial Street and leaned against the side of the Pot, pretending to be fiddling with my phone. They were obviously local fishermen, one older one young, who took no notice of me as they continued down Standish to the fishing pier. After they were well past, I slipped back and said they were gone. “Jeez that was close,” Vice muttered. “Looked like fishermen… friends of yours?” I asked, all innocence. “Not friends, family… my frickin’ bastid of a uncle and my bass ackward cuz.” Peeking around the corner again, I added “who you’d really rather didn’t see you out at dawn with two tricked out leather fags, I suppose?” “Don’t be like that man, turns out you guys are really chill, but they’d never get it – I’d never hear the end of the shit they’d give me for that – totally nothing against you, ya know?” Both Kieran and I nodded and smiled as he continued “see, ‘at’s why I couldn’t hang there – showing up as they were headin’ to work, them knowin’ I’d been out all night and obviously a bit fucked up? Hell, they’d make up shit to accuse me of… and my Aunt would just sit there clicking her tongue at me, shaking her head, while she burns through a half-a-pack of unfiltered Camels…” The kid sure had a way with words – couldn’t wait to write some of this stuff down! “Let’s get a move on then,” I said. The chatter on the last few minutes of our damp walk shifted back to sex and some of the wilder stuff Vice had seen us doing on the computer monitor and times when the door was opened for a while. Fisting, for example was just overwhelming to him, astonished it was even possible, let alone fun. Still, Kieran and I traded a silent smirk at the tent in those basketball shorts. We finally reached The Ranch and Vice let out a laugh and shook his head, “never thought I’d see the inside of THIS place…” as I keyed open the outer door and we crept in quietly. Heading to the stairs I sent the two of them ahead of me and stuck my head into the tiny office where one of the house boys yawned while watching a vid without sound. “Could you drop some extra towels up to room 21, Karl?” I said to the German ex-pat, “we need to dry off some leather, and there won’t be any left for showers otherwise.” He nodded an affirmative as I moved quickly up the stairs to catch up, letting the guys into my room, where Vice let out a sigh and pulled the damp hoodie off. “Let’s keep the mood going,” I said as I pulled my water bong and torch from the inside of the nightstand drawer, adding some crystals from the most recent baggie from Lou. Melting the crystals carefully, I let the pool recrystallize while the three of us started removing our wet items and laying them out on the towels already in my room. Sparking the torch again, I took a huge rip and indicated to the guys I was ready to shotgun – and amazingly, Vice got there first! I passed the flame and glassware to them and booted up my laptop setting it on top of the dresser facing the bed and put on a porn dvd (extreme low volume) that was a compilation a friend had made up and given me for just such an occasion. A mix of gay bareback scenes, a few amateur partying vids, and a few clips that started out with bi scenes and a T-girl scene or two which hopefully would be enough of a turn on for Vice without turning me or Frat Boy off. He and Kieran were almost naked sitting side by side on the edge of the bed passing the bong back and forth and shot-gunning, though not really making out, not yet at least. I took the bong back for a hit and returned it to Vice as I brought out a couple of types of lube and maximum impact and a cloth, plus a roll of paper towels. Indicating the bedside drawer, I said “pipes, more T, vitamin V, a bit of G are ready in the drawer, “accessories” in the open suitcase…” I indicated the roller case laid flat and open on the floor of the closet displaying toys, cockrings, and more leather. “And the cooler has Gatorade, yogurt and some fruit… hydrate bois!” I had nothing left on me except chaps and so bending to pull out a large bottle to start us off, I gave the boys a full view of my muscle butt framed in black leather. “Fuckin’A, there’s that hawt friggin hole again,” growled our captive straight boy as I continued pulling out a few refreshments replying “I guarantee you’ll like Kieran’s butt as much if not better than mine – and he’s a lot younger too.” “Doubt it man, but hafta’ test it out…” Just then we heard wind and heavy drumming on the window. “Holy cow we got back just in time,” I said looking out the window at what was now a howling downpour. “Supposed to last all day and tonight,” Kieran said then smacked his lips. I turned with a smirk to see Kieran on his knees swallowing Vice’s uncut linguica as the tradie stud sucked down some more clouds. Kiernan switched back and forth from my cock to Vice’s as I sucked in a huge hit and leaned over to shotgun. That was the moment there was a quick tap and a voice saying “towels” as the door opened a crack and Karl slipped inside. “oh, yes… that’s a sight,” he whispered as he made sure the door was closed behind him. Putting the towels down, he surreptitiously ran his thumb along the bulge in his running shorts while eyeing us and the pipe with hunger. “Please, if I may, I’ve been alone on shift all night – would you allow me to partake?” Wondering where he learned his very formal style of English, I passed him the bong, and held the torch for him as he took several good long draws. As he slowly blew out his third cloud, he looked around at us with a guilty looking smile. “I waited an extra few minutes hoping to find you like this… forgive me, but you are all very hot. My shift ends at 7am and I am free until the afternoon. Feel no obligation but would you be interested in one more?” The three of us suddenly looked like buyers at a BMW lot as we scoped him out – I couldn’t have said it then (since the movie hadn’t been made yet) but he kind of looked like a compact version of Kristof from “Frozen”. In his string top and shorts he was chesty, with nice arms, killer “soccer” legs and butt, tip of a fat uncut dick peeking out from the shorts. Ice blue eyes, buzz cut, smooth and vascular with the whitest white skin ever. Hell, worked for me. “I’m up for it,” I said, “but I have to see if my guests agree. “Totally,” that was Kieran, who looked up from his cock work at Vice who just chuckled and said “why the hell not?” I looked back at Karl and smiled, “Unanimous, come back when you’re done… oh, you know us, but this is Vice – now Kieran and I are both verse but he’s our straight pal, just having some fun with us today, so he’s top only and the only thing that goes near his ass is tongue. Period. That cool?” Karl nodded yes, “That is hot,” he said looking at the local stud “I hope you will fuck me.” As he took another long draw from the waterpipe, I held up a crystal and lube saying “booty bump for the road?” Karl bent showing his magnificent ass, and applying lube with my pinky, I then slipped the shard in, “might burn for a minute or two, but that fades quickly… see you in 15 minutes or so.” Karl said “20 minutes – I am cleaned out but want quick touch up shower.” He slipped out the door with a wink. “Dang you guys are a panic – is it this easy all the time for you guys?” “Yes,” I said exactly at the same time as Kieran was saying “No.” Laughing, I mumbled “well I’m older and I have absolutely NO shame.” “Ya know before we get started, I need to run back to the room, drop my stuff and leave a note for my man in case he wakes early… otherwise you got me until 9:30 or so.” Pulling on the jock he left in my room last night, he bundled up his sneakers, shirt and shorts and cracked the door. “Back in a flash!” “He can go out there like that?” Vice asked as I was loading more into the bowl of the pipe. “No problem, the place is clothing optional on the upper floors. By the way, just so you know for later the bathroom and showers are right next door to this room so you can slip right over there wearing as little or as much as you like.” The kid just laughed shaking his head, indicating ‘mind blown’ with his hands as I melted the crystal for us. “I’m so glad you showered at Jimmy’s” I told him as I held the torch and bong while he drew. He raised an eyebrow at me saying “Oh?” on his exhale. “Yeah,” I replied “so I could go back to where we were before.” Taking a long pull, I handed him the stuff while holding the hit, got behind him, having him lean and spread his legs some, then dropped to my knees got my face in his crack and breathed that cloud into his hole. I followed it with my tongue, and both of us moaned. “Why ya’ think I took the shower?” he laughed. “Was hoping to get more of this.” It was as good or better than the afternoon since we were both ramped up. Kieran slipped back through the door, “nice, keep doing what you’re doing.” He dropped a bag with his key, poppers, rubber cock rings and stuff on the dresser and picked up the pipe and torch. He turned Vice at an angle from where he had been leaning on the dresser and dropped to his knees in front of that uncut cock, while I was still behind chowing on that hairy hole. Sparking the torch, Kieran said “Charlie’s still totally out, left him a note, and yeah, supposed to storm all day and well past midnight…” I heard the water in the bong bubbling, and pulled out to say “meaning it’s a day and night to have fun indoors, what will we do?” Snickering, Kieran passed the pipe holding his hit and fondling that meaty cock, I drew my own hit, and winking K and I simultaneously clouded Vice’s cock and hole. “Awww…” was all we heard for a while, then “died and gone to heaven.” We spent a few minutes oral double teaming the stunned stud, until I needed to stretch my neck. Sitting back on my haunches, I looked at them “time for you to start you ass comparison, man.” I directed Kieran to his knees on side of the bed, and told him to show his hole. “Get his cock hard and wet, while I get your hole ready.” Vice knelt on the other side of the bed getting his cock sucked while I stayed on the floor rimming Kieran’s hot hole… after the fucking we’d all had during the party, he really didn’t need much prep, but hell, I wanted some rim time before Vice slipped in. Finally, I barked “Batter up!” Chuckles as Vice got off the bed and I heard the Max Impact spray from the direction of Kieran’s head. His hand slipped the can and cloth in my direction, and I took a whiff myself as I watched those hairy satyr legs step up to that frat hole, and the whisper “slide me in?” With a quick lick to the hood and head, I maneuvered that straight boy cock into that beautiful jock hole. Admiring for a few moments the two sets of balls swinging against each other, I tongued the junction of dick and hole for a minute, then slipped away once they’d adjusted to the position and Vice began to fuck in earnest. Damn it looked hot. Standing, I just watched for a minute, as they got into a rhythm and both began to mutter and moan. “Dude, up here, my mouth is lonely.” Getting up on the bed, I knelt in front of Kieran and he swallowed me whole. That boy sure knew how to suck! We got into a nice groove and I was pleasantly surprised when Vice reached up with one hand and tweaked one of my nips! “Am I doin it right?” he smirked at me. “Damn dude,” I replied, “yes, yes you are. Thank you.” “’S only polite,” he breathed. “Yeah, suck that man’s tool, dude – hot boi takin it from both ends.” Kieran’s eyes widened and looked up at me as he sucked, showing his surprise at how far this straight guy was getting into it. “Fuckin’ yeah, can’t choose which hole is better, gotta test it more.” He started to really pound for a minute, then altered his style by twisting his hips on each downstroke. Kieran looked like a happy fulfilled pig. We were in this configuration when Karl tapped and slipped into the room. “Mmm… latch the door?” said Kieran pulling off my cock for a second. “You guys keep at it and I’ll start welcoming our new guest,” I said, getting off the bed.

It was some 8 or 9 years ago that I first became aware of the existence of gay saunas from a friend. At the time, I was very much a vanilla gay, very young and relatively innocent, and I remember so well how much the idea seemed to repulse me. From my first introduction to their existence, they had been portrayed as a place where people went who were unable to get any sex elsewhere. I was engrained with the image of seedy hairy, fat/obese, old men, wandering around naked and having sex. Over time I met various younger men who frequented saunas, some guys who seemed predatory, some who were a little weird, and some who you always heard stories about their latest STD from the local gossip queen. For some time this re-affirmed my view of them, just for different reasons. As I became more sexually active, and became a barebacker, I frequently came across guys who told me about the joys of saunas, and through sites like this, I'd read stories about sauna meets, sauna pozzing, stealthing at the sauna etc etc, and the idea became very enticing. But still this ingrained part of me kept me away. After a while the repulsion disappeared and became more of a fear of the unknown. In mid/late 2012, I progressively became more insistent that I wanted to visit one, and even asked around about local saunas, got the low-down on the prices, facilities, hours, reputations etc. But still I couldn't convince myself to step out and go. As 2013 came in, I made a resolution to loose my "Saunaginity" as I'd called it. I concluded that the only way I was going to convince myself to enter such a place, I would have to find someone to go with, to introduce me to the sauna way of life. And that I did. On 7th of March 2013, I took my first trip to a sauna, and my saunaginity was lost. My first sexual activity, being some fun in a dimly lit room with a large raised area, where my friend kissed rimmed and fucked me, which attracted a crowd. Before I knew it, it was like I was a seasoned regular, and I had my friends cock up my arse, a cock in my hand and another cock in my mouth. Eager to get my hole used well on my visit, my friend, ushered one of the other guys around to fuck my hole. A nice very thick above average length cock, proceeded to fuck me. As the guy reached his climax, he said "I'm gonna cum" and started lift his weight off me slightly as though to pull out. I instantly responded with "yeah, gimme that load". He smiled at me and went straight back deep into me, and fucked every last drop of his cum into my hole. Across that night I worked my way around the venue, trying out various different rooms, meeting new experiences and taking more cock in one night than I had in months. As a new member, I'd been given unlimited free entry for a week, with an additional free entry in both my second and third week, and reduced price entry after that until the end of my first month. Naturally, I decided to make the most of this opportunity, and to boost my load count for the year. In the first week I visited the sauna 5 times, then twice the week after, and another 2 times before the end of March. In 9 visits, I managed 25 anal loads, 26 Oral loads, and was fucked a further 27 times (some with condoms) without loads. A rather productive month I think!