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Hi Guys! I've been looking some more through the site and found someone's post that recommended some hole training. Goal is to have something in there every day. I've modified it for my situation of not getting fucked much. The idea is kinda like working out, you might have chest day, rest day, legs day, rest day, back day, rest day, rest day. So, if my goals are width, depth, duration, and puffy lips, then I need to have days where I focus on those. Ergo, I'm dividing my 7-day week into: Stretch Day, Depth Day, Rest, Grip Day, Rest, Piston Day, Rest. What do those mean? Stretch Day: Goal is to stretch my hole across, get it used to being open wide. To do that, my target is to train with dildos and/or plugs, where I should be able to sit on the dildo or walk around with the plug for some period of time, at least 5–10 minutes. If I can do it longer, maybe it's time to size up. I want my lips trained to welcome in those larger-across objects. The goal isn't pain, but if there's some stretching pain that then feels okay after some poppers, then we're good. This should be progressive, at least 3 sizes each night, starting small and getting larger. Each size should be in for at least 10 minutes. If it slips out because my hole's too loose, size up and add remaining time to that object's time. At the end of the training, which should go for at least 30 minutes, if it's a plug and I can leave it in longer, great. Or, take whatever's in out, and try sizing up to a 4th item. If I can, then that item's the goal for next time. If that largest size I had in (the third item) I couldn't keep in the full 10 minutes, then back to the 2nd one and leave it in longer, then try for the 3 at 10 minutes each for next week. Depth Day: Goal is to stretch my hole deep, and breach the second hole, get both used to being probed, touched, and caressed. I have trouble taking 6" right now, my hole's too shallow. Since the goal is to get used to being filled deep, it's again a case of mostly plugs or plug-like things, or just sitting on a dildo and maybe doing work on my laptop (multitasking!!). I have Topped Toys' Deep Space 70 and 80, and I have trouble keeping the 70 in more than 5 minutes. So, the goal is to keep that 70 in for at least 30. Then let it slide out, and try for the DS 80. If I can get it in, keep it in as long as I can. If not, well, try again next week. [Destroy] Grip Day: Goal is to bust my ring so a top can slide in, nice 'n' smooth. I realize the ideal for this is something that has a gradual taper and then a "snap" closed neck, but I don't really have anything like that. Well, maybe the "Hunter" dildo from Bad Dragon. So, the mechanics of this one are to get the toy in, then bust it out. Over and over again. Really popping my hole, assaulting it, forcing it wide open again and again. Not a gentle stretch except at the start, but really busting my ring. Of all the "exercise" days, this is the one that gets me the hardest just thinking about it. Piston Day: Goal is to practice riding / sliding on a nice dick / dildo. It's not to push depth, not to push width, not to bust my ring, but get used to that sliding motion. If I owned a fuck machine, I'd just strap myself onto it and put a reasonable-sized dildo on and let it go to work at maybe 50 strokes/min. Just ... get fucked. Rest Day: No rest for the wicked. There should be something in my hole no matter what, unless it's really too sore. The idea is simply to use a small plug and go about my business, be it sitting to work, or grocery shopping, or napping. It's been suggested I work more with poppers for this, so I'm looking to get some more, especially for the [destroy] Grip Day. I'm also trying to decide if I should get a chastity device to help focus on my hole more. Anyone have any thoughts on this?

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1/16/26: Hosted hotel party at Redroof inn STL 7 guys all bareback Total loads (8) Hosted at the Red Roof Inn in STL. I had 31 guys sign up for my event on sniffies and several others who had messaged me privately asking for the room number when I check in. The night started great. Its 135 miles for me to drive to STL. I arrived about 15 minutes before my 3:00pm check in time. While setting in the parking lot waiting I checked my sniffies. I had a guy reply to me saying he would like to breed me but couldn't make my 5:00pm start time. He said he gets off work at 3:00 and drives out of the city. Once he is out he cant come back. We agreed to meet at 3:30. Had another guy replied saying basically the same thing and we agreed on 4:00. Both of them showed and I had 2 loads in me before the party officially started. But then at 5:00 pm when the party officially started, I had a guy show, I heard him talking to another guy outside. He came in did not lube and went hard. He texted on his phone and made a comment saying “you bout to get raw tonight” as he left I heard him talking again to someone outside. That guy came in and he also refused lube and was EXCESSIVELY rough, not going deep inside me but ramming the wall of my rectum and took forever with me. He shot 2 loads inside me but ruined me for the night. I heard him talk to the guy outside again. I do believe they knew each other and did this intentionally. I had 3 more show that night, they were all amazing but I had to stop. I felt like someone had shot a air hose inside my lower intestine and it was hurting pretty bad. I thought it was better to error on the side of caution and stop early. I messaged everyone who had replied to me and told them what I was doing so I didn't damage my reputation as a cumdump and just ghost them. They all, everyone of them messaged me back and completely understood the situation and said they will catch me next time. Regrets: I wish I would have stopped those 2 guys and made them lube or leave. I also could have asked them not to be as rough or at least guided the direction they was jamming their dicks into me. Either way I believe i need to condition my hole more so i can take this kind of treatment. Positives: I stayed totally blindfolded for guys, I never looked at a profile, pic or stats, I did accept everyone who was interested, True NLR. One of the guys who bread me was a BBC truck driver who comes through my town often. He is going to stat contacting me when he comes trough so he can use me in the cab of his truck. Also had a VERY positive response to my Sniffies group with several people interested. If not for the slight injury I think I easily could have had 15 – 20 or more. Anyway, that is 9 down for the year with 91 left to go. I am planning a trip to Springfield MO on Feb 3 and hoping to find something in that area.

Been a few days, wasn't sure I'd be able to get training in tonight. I was! Am ... I got my medium Egg plug in (Square Peg) and after about 5 minutes I could barely tell it was in. I took it out. I'm writing this now with the Large Egg Plug (Square Peg) in my hole, been in there for 15 minutes so far. Feels nice and good, making me feel like a pig.

I was at a bar downtown chatting with a guy named Rick and I told him that I just got the keys to my new apartment a few blocks away and he asked me about the building and what the apartments were like because he was looking in the area as well. I suggested going to take a quick look at it and he agreed. As we walked over I found out we were both a similar age in our late twenties. We got to my new apartment and I showed him around. The apartment was completely empty as I hadn't moved anything in yet so our voices quietly echoed as I told him about it. I was leaning up against the door frame going from the living room to the kitchen and he leaned up against the same side making sure his arm touched mine. I noticed it was quite deliberate and it took me a bit aback as I really didn't expect to hook up with this guy even though he was really cute with a nice twink build. At a slight lull in the conversation he leaned in and kissed me and I thought damn I should've grabbed a condom from the bar we were at so I could fuck this cutie. After a quick first kiss we got hot and heavy in no time, pulling off each other's shirts and wrestling our pants, underwear, and shoes off until we were just in our socks. We collapsed down onto the living room floor in a sixty-nine. Like me he had a six inch cock and we sucked each other for a few minutes until he pulled me up to my feet and backed up against the wall so I was pressing our cocks together as we passionately french-kissed. After a minute he turned around so he had his chest pressed up against the wall. I kissed his neck and ears as my spit-soaked cock nestled perfectly in his ass crack. I slid my cock up and down his crack and he stood up on his toes so my cock dropped down and came up against his hole and pressed against it as he lowered himself down on his feet again. I felt the head of my cock almost pushing through his hole as he wiggled his butt against it. I whispered in his ear that I didn't have a condom. He turned around and sank down to the ground, taking me with him. I fell on top of him and he wrapped his legs around my back and I started thrusting my hips against him as we made out. I wanted to fuck him but knew I shouldn't without a condom, but every time my dick slid against his hole I wanted to plunge deep into him. His hips shifted up slightly and my spit-soaked cock connected perfectly with his hole and started sliding in. He grabbed my head in his hands and bit my neck so hard it was painful and made my hips jerk forward and suddenly my raw cock was balls deep in his ass. An animalistic horniness took over me and I clenched his hair in my hands and drove my tongue in his mouth and started to furiously bareback this twink. He managed to get a hand between us and started to jerk himself off as his unprotected hole was ravaged by my cock. I knew how risky this was and I was opening myself up to a STI infection but I was so horny my only goal was to seed his hole. After only a minute or two of fucking he bit my lip and started shooting a load in between us and that sent me over the edge and my orgasm flooded his hole with my seed. I wrapped my arms around him and held him with my cock balls deep in him for a few minutes before slowly pulling out of him. A bit of my semen spilled out of his gaping hole onto the hardwood floor. Fortunately the only thing I had brought to the apartment was a roll of toilet paper, so I used that to wipe my cock off and to clean up the cum on the floor and his ass. We sat naked against the wall and chatted for a few minutes before getting dressed and going back to the bar, having successfully broken in my apartment.

Starting my journey to reach 100 loads this year I started by taking a 135 mile one way trip the Club STL bathhouse. I was there from 12:00pm to 6:00pm. I spent the entire time alternating between being ass up in the dark room, in the sling and blindfolded in my room with the door wide open. In that time I got ONE. ONE GOD DAMN LOAD after a 270 mile round trip. I dont understand the STL bathhouse, ive really never seen much action there but Friday felt exceptionally off. When i was in the dark room there was a young twink getting hammered by a young hot guy. There were 4 older guys watching, stroking themselves. I presented ass up but nothing. When the twink finished the old guys swarmed him but he pushed them away like a vegan getting a complimentary ham sandwich. But the just went back to stroking and doing laps in the dark room. Never did they do anything with anyone. There was another bottom posted on the fuck bench. He was there for several hours with no action. The entire time I was there I saw the twink get fucked and i got one load. That is all i saw. I may have missed some action, but what i saw was dead. This is the shit that really discourages me. The time and money i spent going there for this outcome is a gut punch. But oh well, 1 load down 99 to go. I have a party scheduled on the 16th, so we will see then.

I got paid again. I made another tweaker with a huge week long load breed my throat. His cock was so thick and meaty. We had the same tastes and he dominated me in a way only a German SS aristocrat could. A look of superior content and disappointment at the animalistic state my hunger for his cock and the T made me. Debasing myself lower with childlike whimpers and lowering myself as far down as I could with his cock in my throat pussy with a stern glance. He was everything I wanted to be and more. He made me tremble with fear and excitement but calmed his faggot down with signs of affectionate touching, saying Daddy was here.. I asked his cock ring and he gave it to me. His fun was definitely full of chems.

Tonight I had T for the first time and sucked this silver haired older man. He partied the night before so he got me cloudy. Fuck did I love sucking his cock. He thought I did such a good job that he paid me money and gave me some cash for my troubles. It started out with ten bucks but after we were done and I had him cumming down my throat we were up to $50. He was trying to constantly pimp me out. But it just didn’t pan out. I think I’m going to go over tomorrow!

I’ve sucked and swallowed about 4 loads. I’ve been so eager that they haven’t been able to last. I also need a really nice meaty cock. That said I’m officially getting divorced. My beta comics husband has finally decided to grow a pair of balls. Too little too late. I find my calling to be a faggot. It’s the only thing I care about. I’ve only been serving smaller cocks for now that cum quickly. I need a alpha male with a huge cock that I curse on until he takes and rapes this faggots throat.

Author's Note: Writing "The Trunk and the Cage" led me to explore my own experience more deeply. While I'd organized sex parties before—mostly logistics and coordination—this six-day event was different, shaped by months of careful planning by the Doms. They attended conferences, held working sessions, assigned roles, and consistently championed the core principles of BDSM. I knew little about these principles until I started writing and researching. Like many, I once thought BDSM was mainly about spanking, bondage, and pain. It can include those, but at its heart, it's about trust, communication, and respect. Below is a BDSM glossary compiled from various sources to help demystify it. My hope is that more gay men feel empowered to openly discuss their limits—preferences, dislikes, and hard nos. Clear boundaries don't kill spontaneity or anon hookups; they make deeper, more intense play safer and ultimately more liberating. Concepts or Activities boundaries incorporated into this specific event are highlighted in blue. T&C BDSM Glossary BDSM encompasses a wide range of consensual practices involving power exchange, sensation play, and role dynamics. At its foundation are ethical frameworks that prioritize participant well-being. Below is an outline and summary: Core Principles CONSENT: All activities must be explicitly agreed upon by informed, enthusiastic participants. Consent can be withdrawn at any time without repercussions. COMMUNICATION: Open, honest dialogue is essential before, during, and after scenes to discuss desires, boundaries, and feedback. SAFETY: Physical and emotional risks must be minimized through education, preparation, and harm reduction strategies. TRUST and RESPECT: Relationships and scenes are built on mutual trust, with respect for each person's autonomy, limits, and identity. INCLUSIVITY: BDSM communities emphasize diversity, non-judgment, and support for various genders, orientations, and experience levels. Standard Approaches SSC (Safe, Sane, and Consensual): A foundational guideline ensuring activities are physically safe, mentally sound, and fully consensual. RACK (Risk-Aware Consensual Kink): Focuses on acknowledging inherent risks in activities while ensuring all parties are informed and consenting. PRICK (Personal Responsibility Informed Consensual Kink): Emphasizes individual accountability for understanding and managing risks in consensual play. 4Cs (Caring, Communication, Consent, Caution): A holistic approach integrating emotional care with practical safety measures. Methodologies Negotiation: Pre-scene discussions to outline activities, limits (hard/soft), safewords, and aftercare needs, often using checklists or contracts. Scene Structure: Sessions typically include warm-up, main play, and cool-down, with ongoing check-ins to monitor well-being. Safewords and Signals: Standardized systems (e.g., traffic lights: green=go, yellow=slow, red=stop) for immediate communication, especially in non-verbal scenarios. Aftercare: Post-scene support to address physical (e.g., hydration, wound care) and emotional (e.g., reassurance, cuddling) needs, helping prevent subdrop or topdrop. 💡While not exactly the same as a roller coaster, the highs and lows of sex in the kink community can feel the same. This is known as sub drop and top drop – “sub” referring to the submissive partner and “top” being the dominant partner. Education and Community: Involvement in workshops, munches (social gatherings), or online forums to learn techniques, etiquette, and risk management. Risk Mitigation: Use of safe equipment, hygiene practices, and emergency protocols; avoidance of intoxicants during play. These elements ensure BDSM is practiced responsibly, enhancing pleasure and connection while reducing harm. Alphabetical BDSM Glossary Author's Note: I have highlighted the specific BDSM activities I believe were a part of my 6-day adventure covered in this blog. Note also that these are just some of the words and definitions associated with BDSM. Abrasion Play: A form of sensation play involving scraping or rubbing the skin with rough materials like sandpaper to create intense tactile experiences. Aftercare: The period following a BDSM scene where participants provide emotional and physical support to each other, such as cuddling, hydration, or debriefing, to ease back into normalcy. Age Play: Role-playing scenarios where participants adopt childlike or parental roles, often involving nurturing or disciplinary elements, but always consensual and non-literal. Ball Gag: A device placed in the mouth to restrict speech, often used in bondage or humiliation play to enhance submission. Bastinado: Impact play focused on the soles of the feet, typically with canes or rods, requiring caution due to sensitivity. Bondage: The practice of restraining someone using ropes, cuffs, chains, or other materials to limit movement, often for sensory deprivation or power exchange. Bottom: The person receiving sensations, actions, or submission in a scene, not necessarily implying a submissive role. Breath Play: Restricting airflow through choking or smothering for erotic asphyxiation, considered edge play due to high risks. Cane: A thin, flexible rod used for impact play, delivering sharp, stinging sensations. CBT (Cock and Ball Torture): Activities targeting the genitals with pain or restriction, such as clamping or slapping, for masochistic pleasure. Chastity Device: A lockable cage or belt preventing genital access or erection, used in orgasm denial or control dynamics. Collar: A symbolic item worn around the neck to signify ownership, submission, or commitment in D/s relationships; can be temporary or permanent. Consent Violation: Any breach of agreed boundaries, considered a serious ethical issue in BDSM communities. Contract: A written agreement outlining rules, limits, and expectations in a D/s dynamic, often used in long-term relationships. Dominant (Dom/Domme): The person who takes control, directs the scene, and provides structure or discipline. Dungeon: A dedicated space equipped for BDSM play, often found in private homes or clubs, with furniture like crosses or benches. Edge Play: High-risk activities pushing physical or psychological limits, such as knife play or fire play, requiring advanced skill and consent. Fetish: A strong sexual arousal from specific objects, materials (e.g., leather, latex), or body parts not typically eroticized. Figging: Inserting peeled ginger root into the anus or vagina for a burning sensation, used in sensation or punishment play. Flogging: Whipping with a multi-tailed implement like a cat-o'-nine-tails to create thuddy or stingy impacts. Gorean: A lifestyle inspired by John Norman's novels, emphasizing strict master/slave dynamics with rituals and positions. Hard Limit: An activity a participant absolutely refuses to engage in, non-negotiable. Impact Play: Striking the body with hands or tools (e.g., paddles, whips) for pain and endorphin release. Kink: Any non-traditional sexual practice or interest, often overlapping with BDSM. Knife Play: Using blades for sensation, threat, or light cutting, emphasizing psychological fear and trust. Lifestyle: Full-time integration of BDSM dynamics into daily life, beyond occasional play. Masochist: Someone who derives pleasure from receiving pain or humiliation. Mummification: Wrapping the body tightly in materials like plastic wrap or tape for total immobilization and sensory deprivation. Negotiation: The process of discussing and agreeing on scene details, limits, and safewords beforehand. Orgasm Control: Dominants regulating when or if submissives can climax, often through denial or forced orgasms. Paddle: A flat implement for spanking, delivering broad, thuddy impacts. Pet Play: Role-playing as animals (e.g., puppy, kitten) with behaviors like leashing or training. Party Play: A social event where BDSM scenes occur publicly or semi-publicly in a safe, monitored environment. Power Exchange: The consensual transfer of authority from submissive to dominant, which can be total (TPE) or partial. Queening: A form of facesitting where the dominant sits on the submissive's face for oral service or smothering. Rope Play (Shibari/Kinbaku): Artistic Japanese-style bondage using ropes for aesthetic restraint and suspension. Sadist: Someone who enjoys inflicting pain or humiliation on consenting partners. Safeword: A pre-agreed word or signal to pause or stop a scene immediately. Scene: A defined BDSM session with a beginning, middle, and end, focused on specific activities. Sensory Deprivation: Blocking senses (e.g., blindfolds, earplugs) to heighten others and increase vulnerability. Service Submission: A submissive's focus on performing tasks or duties for the dominant's benefit. Soft Limit: A boundary that might be pushed under the right circumstances with negotiation. Spanking: Striking the buttocks with hands or implements, a common entry-level impact play. Subdrop: Emotional or physical low following a scene, due to endorphin crash; mitigated by aftercare. Submissive (Sub): The person who yields control, following the dominant's lead. Suspension: Hanging someone partially or fully off the ground using ropes or harnesses, requiring expertise. Switch: Someone who enjoys both dominant and submissive roles, alternating based on context. Top: The person administering sensations or actions in a scene, not necessarily dominant. Top Drop: A dominant's emotional dip post-scene, often from responsibility or adrenaline drop. Vanilla: Non-BDSM, conventional sexual or relational practices. Violet Wand: An electrical device for delivering static shocks or tingling sensations. Wax Play: Dripping hot candle wax on the skin for temperature sensation play. Whipping: Using a single-tail whip for precise, intense strikes. Key References Wikipedia Glossary of BDSM — Comprehensive community-maintained list of terms. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glossary_of_BDSM The Aftercare Lounge: Exploring the World of Kink: BDSM Glossary and Terminology — Detailed explanations of core terms and practices. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.theaftercarelounge.com/post/bdsm-glossary Obedience App: Glossary of BDSM Terminology — Covers roles, dynamics, and common activities. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://obedienceapp.com/blog/glossary-of-bdsm-terminology Passion & Soul by Lee Harrington: Kink and BDSM Glossary — Educator-focused definitions emphasizing consent and variety. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.passionandsoul.com/blog/info/kink-glossary Grindr Blog: SSC Kink and Other Safety Terms — Explanations of SSC, RACK, and related frameworks. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.grindr.com/blog/ssc-kink BeMoreKinky: SSC vs RACK BDSM Safety Frameworks — In-depth comparison of SSC, RACK, and PRICK. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.bemorekinky.com/blog/bdsm-fundamentals/boundaries-and-consent/ssc-vs-rack-bdsm-safety-frameworks BeMoreKinky: The Complete Guide to Post-BDSM Care and Recovery — Detailed on aftercare, negotiation, and safewords. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.bemorekinky.com/blog/bdsm-fundamentals/boundaries-and-consent/bdsm-aftercare-guide

Near Home—August, 2024 The end of July and early August was quite busy for me professionally. I didn’t get a chance to play again until the first Friday afternoon of the month. I tried to find some playroom action, but once I found a couple of regulars were too busy themselves, I opted for an afternoon at the re-modeled bookstore video room. As I parked, I was pleased to see the couple (who come here together to suck dick) eating lunch in their car. I nod to them and go in… I don’t have long to wait. I’ve just gotten my cock out and the two guys come in from the parking lot. The one with the shaved head goes first. He gives me rather aggressive head as his partner watches. When his knees tire, the more mild-mannered one takes his place. It’s a great study in contrasts—both very satisfying. I look around the room as they work on my dick. In a corner, tucked almost under the gay screen, is the man I christened the Voyeur. Now that he so often sticks his dick into my mouth, it is not quite as fitting a moniker. He is stroking his long, thin, slightly curved cock to the blow job I am receiving. My attention goes back to my sucker as he moves to my balls. He moans a little as he tongues the slightly sweaty orbs. After one more round of his mouth on my dick, the two of them take off, likely having spent much of the morning here. The Voyeur gets up and comes over, sitting one chair away from me. We chat a little, as there is now no one else in the room. I haven’t seen him here since the theatres got wiped out by the drunk driver. He has been traveling, he tells me. We both continue to stroke as we catch up. Eventually, I get on my knees and take him into my mouth. It is such a nice fit, to have this ebony cock inside my mouth. It is thin enough not to worry about teeth or breathing—until he decides to fuck the final half inch into my throat. Now I can’t breathe as I choke on it. He loves how my throat constricts and juices up. He does it again and again. New men have arrived as we have been talking and while I’ve been on my knees. A couple of regulars and one man I’ve never seen before. He sits near us. He opens his fly and strokes to the blow job I’m giving. The Voyeur seems to know him. He nods at him and then taps me on the shoulder. I come up for air. “I want to see you fuck him,” he whispers to me. He indicates the guy near us. He is stroking madly. “Stand up and show him your dick.” I do just that. Instantly the guy stands up and starts stripping off his dress pants and shirt. He’s likely 50’s, white with a deep summer tan and in great shape. “Take that cock up your ass for me,” the Voyeur hisses, the moment the guy is naked but for black socks. He grins and starts to dig for lube. “I have some,” I say as I go back to my knees and begin eating this guy’s shapely ass. He groans and reaches back, pulling his cheeks apart. I zero in on his hole and get it very wet. I spit continually. Each time the sound of it makes the Voyeur’s hand speed up on his cock. Suddenly, the guy pulls away from me. He wants to taste my dick. I sit and let him. He gets me as wet as I got his ass. He stands up and bends, placing his ass at a great angle for the Voyeur to see the action. I stand and spit on his pucker one last time, as I lube up my cock. I sink into him. Slowly. Inch by inch. “Oh, fuck…” the guy groans out. I stop. Wait. And give him the last few inches. My pubes scrape his upturned ass. “Fuck him,” the Voyeur hisses. I begin a slow in and out, a rather shallow stroke. This is too little for both the fuckee and the Voyeur. “Give it to him hard!” “Harder! I can take it.” I speed up and really let him have it. The guy instantly begins to pant—and to push back, grinding his ass onto my dick. This motion makes the Voyeur shoot. He just has time to pull his shirt out of the way, so it’s not covered. The guy pulls off my dick, scoops up his clothes and races to the restroom. He is dressed and out the door before the Voyeur is cleaned up. He thanks me for the visual and leaves… * I sit back down. An older Latino has been stroking to my fuck. He brings his smallish dick over and I suck him. With very little work, I get a load out of him. He grabs my shoulder and squeezes it by way of thanks. He zips up and leaves, almost colliding with the guy I’d fucked coming back in. “I want more—even if I’m late for work…” He drops his pants to his ankles and proceeds to sit on my dick. He bounces on my cock, higher and higher, taking it deeply into his gut. I grab his hips and keep him from pulling all the way off me. He pounds himself down on me. His legs can’t take too much of this. He finally slows and pulls off my dripping dick. “Now I have to get to work. Thanks.” He pulls up his pants. “Someday I want your load.” And he leaves. I stroke. In less than five minutes, he’s back. He drops his pants and leans against the wall, leaning across the seat the Voyeur had been in. “Please give me a load to take to work.” I stand up. I am far more likely to be able to load him in this position. I lube up a little more and push into his very wet hole. I am fucking as hard as the first time. And I think I might be able to give him what he needs. I am so damn close—and his work phone goes off. In one deft move, he squirms away from me, pulls his pants up and runs to the bathroom. I hear him chatting to his boss for a moment. Suddenly, the door bangs open and he races out of the room, slamming the main door. I never see him again… * That was the hot part of the afternoon. But there was one more I want to detail, as I like to chronicle how we have sex here in the 21st Century. Sometime later, the Talker came in. We were alone in the room. He detailed how he hated the new set up. Then we were joined by a white guy in his 70’s. He sat next to me—and eventually asked if he could touch my cock. I let him. He did—and then he stood up and dropped his walking shorts. He was wearing a diaper that had been duck taped to his body—so he could wear it all afternoon and nothing could drip out. “My wife did this to me,” he lamented, “when I told her where I was going.” He went on to say she does this all the time to punish him. “She had my cock pierced, too. And has me in a cage.” I had no proof of that. Or even if there is a wife. He eventually blew me—not very well—while the Talker shut up and fed me his cock. As soon as Duct Tape Man got up off his knees, he complained of the heat in the room and left… I do love recording the weird as well as the wonderful… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "I Want to See You Fuck Him!" August 16, 2024

My pussylips feel tender. I went to take a nap this afternoon, and after a quick cleanout that only took 5 minutes for once, I then managed to get a medium egg plug (Square Peg) in. I'm out of shape, I used to be able to get the medium in easily, but it took a couple minutes to get in today, past the resistance and the clenching. And then poppers to relax. I then jerked off in bed and came hard, my hole feeling like it was milking the plug. I fell asleep then, which for me is surprising: I expected the pressure and stretching to keep me up. I woke up after about an hour but stayed in bed another 45 minutes. It was uncomfortable, but in a stretching and pressure way, so I kept it in for a total of 2 hrs. The picture is just before it came out.

In the early 2000s I met several guys on Craigslist m4m message board. I saw one guy mid 20s white, 5’10”, 150 lbs, vers who lived downtown, so I hit him up since I lived downtown as well. We emailed back and forth a few times and he eventually invited me over to his place. I guess I was more adventurous back then because we didn’t even exchange photos. I went over to his apartment in the afternoon and he buzzed me in. I knocked on his door and he opened it. He was a cute blonde, wore glasses (definitely a turn on for me), and had on a black tank top, jeans, and running shoes. “Am I okay?” I asked him, “I can leave if you want.” ”No, you’re cute,” he told me, “come in.” I followed him inside and he gave me a quick tour of his 1 bedroom apartment. He had a cute little patio and we chatted out there a bit before moving inside to his couch. We hadn’t explicitly talked about having sex, but I was getting good vibes, so when we had a lull in the conversation I pulled his head to me and kissed him. Our tongues dueled for a couple minutes until he pulled my shirt off me. I returned the favor and resumed kissing him, eventually going down his neck and chest to his nipples as I removed my shoes and socks. I knelt down in front of him and took off his shoes and socks, and then unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear, revealing a curved cut 6 inch cock. I stripped him completely then stood up to remove my jeans and boxer briefs. I just stepped out of my clothes when he leaned forward and took my own 6 inch circumcised dick into his mouth, slowly sucking up and down. After about a minute he stood up and led me into his bedroom and pushed me down on the bed on my back. He go on the bed and flipped around so we could 69. I took his cock into my mouth and he took mine into his and we had a languid mutual blowjob session for about 10 minutes. He pulled off me and flipped around to lay beside me. “I don’t have a condom,” he told me. ”Oh,” I replied. “You should’ve said something. I could’ve brought one.” He took my cock in his hand and started stroking me. I grabbed his and started stroking him as well. His spit from the blowjob dried up pretty quickly so I asked him if he had lube, and he grabbed a bottle out of his bedside table and squirted it on both our cocks. We kissed some more as we lay side by side slowly stroking each other. After a couple minutes he pulled me over on top of him, my legs going in between his and sliding them apart slightly. Our lubed cocks slid against each other as I started to grind on him. His kissing got more intense and his arms were pulling on my back. My arms were wrapped around him as I thrust against him. His hips were grinding up on me as well and eventually as we both pulled back away from each other during our thrusting, my rock hard cock dropped underneath him and started sliding along his ass crack. Every once in a while I would pull back enough so the head of my dick made contact with his hole. He was squirming so much beneath me I couldn’t tell if he was pulling away from me when that happened. I was so horny at this point and just wanted to drive my raw cock in his hole, but we hadn’t talked at all about fucking, other than him letting me know he didn’t have a condom. I decided to test my luck so I wrapped my hand around my dick and placed my fist at his hole so when I thrust through my hand the head pushed against it. Each time I did that it seemed to get a reaction out of him but I couldn’t tell if he was into it. We were still passionately kissing so the only noises he was making were some moans. I thrust again and felt the lubed tip of my cock start to spread his hole. His tongue was deep in my mouth and his arms were wrapped around my body. I thrust a few more times, his hole spreading more and more. Finally I felt his sphincter give way and the head of my uncovered cock sank into him, my fist keeping the rest from going the rest of the way in. He arched his back up, thrusting his hips against me, kissing me harder and his arms pulling my chest closer to him. I let go of my cock and wrapped my arms around him as his legs came up and wrapped around my back. My bareback cock sank balls deep into him. He broke off our kiss and threw his head back. “Oh fuck!” He cried. “Are you okay?” I asked slowly starting to pull out. “Yeah,” he replied, “I’ve never fucked without a condom before, it feels awesome.” ”We can stop if you want,” I told him. “No,” he said, “you can keep going. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now but couldn’t find anyone who was willing. Everyone always uses a condom.” “Do you want me to pull out before I cum?” I asked him. “No,” he said, “I wanna feel you shoot in me.” He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into another passionate kiss. I started fucking him like crazy, so turned on that this cute twink was willing to take my cock bareback and wanted my load spilling into his unprotected ass. My uncovered dick slammed in and out of him as he thrust back against me, his legs and arms pulling at me trying to get me deeper into him. After a few minutes of me railing him he eased up a bit and grabbed his cock and started furiously jerking off. My own orgasm was slowly building, driven by the fact that my semen would soon be flooding this ass for the first time. I felt myself go over the edge, the orgasm ripping through my entire body as jets of cum streamed out of my cock into him. His own cock started spraying at almost the same time, sending cum up into his chest and face and even the headboard behind him. I collapsed down on to his cum soaked chest, my raw dick still buried inside him. I kissed his lips and started licking the cum off his face before pulling my cock out of him and laying down beside him. “Fuck,” he said, “feels like I lost my virginity again.” “Thanks for letting me be the one to do it,” I said. We kissed again and we lay there for a bit until I said I had to go. I got dressed and kissed him and left. A few days later I called him and asked if he wanted to hook up again. He agreed, so I got cleaned out and lubed up my hole before heading over. He buzzed me up and when I knocked he opened up the door and when I walked in, I saw that he was completely naked and his cock was already hard. I followed him to the bedroom and quickly stripped as he lay down on his back on the bed. I straddled him, my ass pressing down on his cock. “You taken a load bareback, you wanna give one?” I asked him. “Only if you’re cool with it,” he replied. In response I lifted up and grabbed his cock and placed the head at my already prepared hole. I slowly slid my ass down the length of it and started riding it. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last long,” he said after about thirty seconds. “How long is not long?” I asked. He grabbed my hips and gave three quick thrusts and moaned, and I knew he was breeding my unprotected hole. “That long,” he said, “sorry.” “Don’t apologize,” I told him, “that’s all I want when I bottom. An ass loaded with cum and a satisfied top.” I pulled off him and lay down next to him. “Thanks,” he said, “if you wanna get off you can fuck me.” Five minutes later I dumped another load in his ass.

I was looking on Grindr one night when a 18 year old hit me up and asked if I wanted to fuck him on his parent's bed. I said of course, so he gave me the address which was only a mile or so away, so I hopped in my car and went over. He met me at the door wearing pajama bottoms and a hoodie. He was pretty cute, a couple inches shorter than me with curly hair and a few extra pounds, but he carried it well. He invited me inside and I followed him up to the master bedroom. I saw lube and a condom on one of the bedside tables, so I figured he'd have me wrap it up, but I decided to see if I could get him worked up enough to let me fuck him raw. We started kissing and he pulled off my shirt and then his hoodie. He dropped to his knees and then pulled down my sweats. I quickly pulled off my shoes and socks and stepped out of my sweats. He took my semi in his mouth and started sucking me off. I got hard pretty quick and after a few minutes he got on his hands and knees and asked me if I rim. I yanked down his pajamas and started lapping at his hole. It was freshly cleaned and he moaned like crazy. After a couple minutes he flipped over and asked me if I minded a little role play. I told him know and asked what he had in mind. He said he wanted me to fuck him a bit with the condom on and then break it. I told him that's fucking hot and he said he could tell and grabbed my rock hard cock. I told him to put the condom on me so he opened it up and rolled it on. He grabbed some lube and lubed up his hole and handed the bottle to me so I could lube up my covered cock. He wanted to ride me first so I payed down on the bed and he straddled me as I held my cock straight up. He slid down it slowly until he bottomed out, then got into a rhythm bouncing up and down. After a couple minutes he changed pace, slowly drawing up until just my tip was in him, then slamming back down. When he drew up I grabbed my cock and pulled down on the condom stretching it incredibly thin. When he pushed down again I felt it snap. When he pulled up I saw it bunched at the base of my cock. I looked up at his face and he had his eyes closed with a look of pleasure. My suddenly bare cock was rubbing the walls inside this teen's ass and it felt amazing. "Can I fuck you doggie style?" I asked him. He agreed and pulled off and got on his hands and knees. I got up behind him. "Oh fuck," I told him, "the condom broke. Do you have another one?" "No," he replied, looking back at me as I pulled the broken condom off and tossed it on the floor. "That was my only one. Damn, I wanted to cum with you inside me." I put my cock up along his ass crack and wrapped my arms around him. "I can put it in for a little bit and you can jerk off real quick," I suggested. "That's still pretty risky," he replied. I could tell he was going to make me work for it. I started sliding my cock up and down his crack, inching it closer to his hole every time. "I just got tested and I'm neg," I told him, which was true. "I don't know," he said, moaning as the bare tip of my cock brushed his hole. I pressed my cock at his hole, it started to give with the lube that was already coating it. "We shouldn't," he whispered. "Just let me put inside for a minute. It felt so good when the condom broke," I said to him. His hole relaxed and my raw cock started sliding in. "Okay, but just while I jerk off real quick. Don't move," he told me. My bare cock slid in balls deep as he started jerking his cock furiously. "You'll cum faster if my cock is rubbing your prostate," I suggested. "Okay then," he replied. I started thrusting my cock in and out of his unprotected hole as he masturbated. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head slightly back and he moaned in pleasure. Suddenly after a couple minutes the hand supporting him on the bed slid forward and he collapsed forward onto his stomach and I fell forward on his back, ensuring my cock stayed inside him. I kept thrusting into him. "I can't jerk off like this," he complained. "But it feels good right?" I asked. "Yeah, but it's risky," he said. "I've already been barebacking you for a few minutes, what's a few minutes more to make it feel really great?" I asked him. "I guess," he said. "Fuck your cock feels great in me." "Better than when I had the condom on, right?" I asked. "Fuck yeah, I guess the risk is making it way hotter," he replied. "Nah, it's just because this is how guys are supposed to fuck," I told him. I flipped him onto his back so I could kiss him, once again sliding my unprotected cock into him. He wrapped his legs around me and started to jerk off again as I fucked him. "You should probably pull out when you cum," he said. "Its probably better if I cum inside you so I don't get any jizz on your parents bed," I told him. He smiled up at me. "Yeah, you're probably right." I fuck him for a a couple more minutes, letting my bare cock slide almost all the way out before going back in again balls deep. I felt my orgasm starting to build. I grabbed his hair again. "You're about to get bred by a stranger on your parent's bed," I whispered in his ear. "Yeah, do it!" He said. "Do what?" I asked. "Cum in me," he panted. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Just breed me, I almost there!" he cried. That sent me over the edge and my orgasm hit and I started pumping my sperm into his raw teen ass. "Yeah, I'm cumming in you," I told him. He moaned and shot his own load onto his stomach. I collapsed on him and he wrapped his arms around me, my raw cock still buried in him. "That was perfect," he told me. A couple weeks later he had me over and I fucked him doggy style in his hot tub. I told him I should cum in him again so we didn't make a mess in the tub. That made him laugh. His parents were asleep upstairs.

I was leaving a gay bar late one weekday night after dancing for a couple hours and was about to cross the street when I heard my name. I turned and saw Dave, a twink with a 9 inch cock that fucked me in a bath house the previous year. He gave me a hug. "Where you headed?" he asked. "Oh I'm just headed home," I told him. "You?" He gave me a smirk. "I'm thinking about hitting up the other bath house. Wanna come?" "Hell yeah," I told him. We walked over a couple blocks to the bath house. This was an older one that had been around a while. We went in and got a couple lockers and were given towels, neither of us wanted to spring for a room. We went to the locker area and the place was pretty much empty. We took our clothes off and I looked at his soft dick, knowing that it had already shot a load inside me, and knowing that I was going to be bending over for it again in a couple minutes. I wrapped the towel around my waist. "I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick," I told Dave, "I was dancing like crazy earlier." "Okay," he said. "Come find me when you're done." I went into the shower area hung up my towel and cleaned myself off, making sure to soap around my hole. I stepped out of the shower and dried off, then went to swap towels for a dry one. I found Dave near the front as he had just purchased a small bottle of lube. I grabbed a condom from a container mounted on the wall as I was in one of my safer sex moods. "Let's explore a bit first," Dave suggested, "I've never been here before." I agreed since it was my first time so we wandered around for a little bit with his arm around me. The place had the normal things, a hot tub, showers, rooms, a couple slings. The only indication that anyone else was there was some moans coming from one of the rooms. Otherwise, we didn't see anyone. Not surprising since it was a weekday night and the clerk said it was pretty dead. We found a little alcove with a padded seat on in and he pushed me down on it, and he leaned down and kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth to taste mine. His kissed his way down my chest and stomach and opened my towel revealing my rock hard 6 inch cock. He took it his mouth and expertly slid up and down it as he fondled my balls. He sucked me for a couple minutes and then stood up so I could take off his towel, revealing his 9 incher starting to chub up to full glory. I grabbed it and leaned forward, taking it in my mouth and he quickly went hard. "Fuck I missed this cock," I told him, "Can't wait to have it inside me again." He poured some lube on his hands as I leaned back and he started pushing into my hole with his fingers. "Actually I don't like being fingered," I said. "Oh sorry," he replied, and started rubbing the lube onto his hard bare cock. "Better use one of these," I said, holding up the condom. "We didn't last time. Everything okay?" he asked. "Yeah, all my tests were negative," I said, "I'm just trying to be responsible." "Okay, but you'll have to open it," he said. I can never do it with lube on my hands." I opened it up and rolled it onto his cock. He added more lube and I leaned back as he put the condom covered cock at the entrance to my ass. He started pushing his massive dick into me and slowly got the head past my sphincter. It felt like he was splitting me apart, but I knew from last time once he bottomed out I would be okay. He pushed in halfway and started pulling out and pushing back in again. It felt a little rough so I asked him to add a bit more lube. He pulled out and added some more, and slowly pushed all the way in. It was a little better, but still a little rough when he started pumping again. He did that for about a minute when I felt the condom snap. "Damn," I said, "I think the condom broke." He continued to fuck me. "Yeah it did," he said, "it feels amazing. Maybe it's a sign?" "What, that we shouldn't be using one?" I asked. He grinned and nodded at me, pushing balls deep in me. I playfully pushed him back and he slipped out of me, the condom bunched around the base of his dick. "Go grab another one," I told him, turning around on my hands and knees, "so you can keep fucking me." He took the broken one off and tossed it in a trashcan nearby, there were containers on the walls all over the entire so he didn't have to go far to get a fresh one. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled it on and lubed it up, lining up again at my already gaping hole, and slowly pushed back inside. He fucked me for a couple minutes but it was still feeling a bit rough. "Can we stop for a bit?" I asked him, "it's still feeling a bit rough, I think I need to relax a bit more." "We can go to the hot tub," he suggested, "maybe that'll loosen you up a bit." I agreed and he took off the condom and we wrapped the towels around us and went to the hot tub. I admired his form as he stepped down into the tub. He was a little shorter than me but rail thin, a total twink which made that massive 9 inch cock stand out even more. We settled down in the hot tub and just relaxed for a few minutes. "You know I totally thought you were a bottom the first time we met," I told him. "Yeah, most people do," he said, "but I'm a total top." "Yeah, I found that out," we both laughed. "So you were trying to fuck me that night?" he asked. I nodded. "But I turned the tables," he said. "Hey I didn't mind," I told him, "you have a great cock, bet most people are happy to bottom for you." "A lot of guys can't take it," he replied. "It's definitely a work out," I said. "And you were the first guy in 2 years to let me fuck him without a condom," he said. "Yeah, I was a bit drunk that night, so made some bad choices," I said. "Seemed like it was a pretty good choice to me," he said, "as I recall it was after the hot tub at the other place and when we were making out in the room, you were on top and it just slid in." "Yeah," I nodded, "you were leaking so much precum we didn't even need lube." "Hey I used spit!" he said. We both laughed. "I remember it so well because you pulled me balls deep in you with your legs when I was cumming and you came at the same time," he told me. "Yeah, you were balls deep," I said, "that's probably why it took so long to leak out of my ass. I remember walking and was almost home and then it just leaked into my underwear." "Fuck that's making me so horny," he said. I reached over underwater and grabbed his cock. "Let's get out and finish what we started," I told him. We kissed for a bit and then he followed me up the stairs out of the tub. I was drying my hair when I felt his hands on my hips. I looked over my shoulder and he leaned in and kissed me. I felt the bare head of his cock at my hole; he lined that up perfectly. I moaned as he slid his raw pole into my already lubed ass. It felt so amazing. He broke off the kiss and whispered in my ear, "you sure you don't want another load?" It was hard to saw no with that magnificent dick 9 inches deep into my ass, but I managed to pull forward off of it. "No," I said, "we should be responsible." I led him into the room where one of the slings were and climbed in it while he got another condom and rolled it on. He lubed it up and placed it at my hole and thrust in and started fucking me again. Once again, it felt a little rough, so after a few minutes I had him pull out and pointed to a nearby bench for him to lay on figuring maybe a different position might help. I lifted his condom covered cock straight up and lowered myself down on it. I rode him for a couple minutes, but it still felt like he was ripping me up. I was straddling him on the bench and I stopped completely bottomed out. I reached down and picked up the bottle of lube. "It feels like the lube isn't working," I told him as I scanned the bottle. It was just water based lubricant, nothing special. He shrugged, "maybe it's not compatible with the lube that's already on the condom." "That would suck," I said, "then we'd have to stop." "We wouldn't have to," he grinned up at me. "Do you mind if I just jerk off while sitting you like this?" I asked. "Of course not," he replied, "I can just jerk off after." I started jerking off while he watched me. His cock felt good in me, but I really liked how It felt when it was moving across my prostate. I stopped jerking and pulled off him. "What's wrong?" he asked me. "I just want to try something," I told him. I rose up off his cock and pulled off the condom and tossed it in a nearby garbage can. Dave looked at my quizzically as I held his cock straight up and lowered my unprotected ass onto it. His look of confusion turned to pleasure as I bottomed out on his raw cock. I slid up and down it a couple times before settling down again. He raised his eyebrows at me. "Better?" he asked. "Yeah, it's not rough anymore," I replied, "maybe it was the lubes reacting to each other." "Maybe it's psychological," he smiled up at me, "maybe you just crave a hard raw dick in your ass." "Yeah, but it's risky," I said. "I think you like the risk," he said. "and I can prove it." "How?" I asked. He flexed his cock and I jolted as it rubbed my prostate. "Because my hard raw cock is still leaking precum in your unprotected ass. You would've pulled off by now. I can pull out before I cum if you want me to keep fucking you, but I think you'd rather let me breed you." I couldn't tell if he was only joking, but he was right. I liked the risk, I liked the feel, I hated how clinical condoms felt. I wanted skin on skin and I wanted cum dripping from my ass. Dave rolled forward so I was on my back and he was in between my legs. His 9 incher stayed in the whole time. He slowly pulled all the way out of me and grabbed his dick. "See?" he asked, pointing to the precum leaking out his piss slit, "that's what's been leaking into your ass the last minute. I could feel it leaking out into you. You want more?" I put my hand on his cock and brought the head to my hole again. "Fuck yeah!" I told him, "fucking breed me. Don't pull out, fuck me til you cum." He pushed forward and I watched between my legs as that monster cock slid in, skin to skin. He started fucking me. There was no pain or roughness this time, just fullness. He fucked me on the bench for a couple minutes until he pulled out and picked up the lube and our towels and led me back to the little padded alcove in the hallway. We were both completely naked and I could see the lube glistening on his cock. He pushed me forward onto the padding on my hands and knees. He knelt behind me and put his raw dick back into my ass and started thrusting. "I knew you were a cum slut the last time we fucked," he said, "you begged me to shoot my load in you." "And now you're going to do it again," I told him. He slammed deep into my ass, "you know it, and anyone who walks by us is gonna know you're taking it bare and that you're a cumslut." He fucked me doggy for about 5 minutes, alternating between grabbing my shoulder, hair, or hips, all the while thrusting his 9 inches bareback into me. He flipped me over onto my back and entered me again, and we started passionately kissing as he went balls deep in me. I started to jerk my cock faster and felt my orgasm starting to grow. I had my legs around him as his naked cock pounded my ass. I started whispering in his ear, "fuck that ass, I want that fucking load, breed my ass!" He pushed himself up while fucking me and looked into my eyes, "I'm going to fill your cunt with my load. I'm getting close!" I started squeezing my ass so it was milking his cock and it made him moan. I felt my own orgasm rising as he looked at me. "Fuck I'm gonna cum!" he cried and thrust in and out of my ass he spilled his seed into me. I was so turned on knowing this hung twink just shot his semen into me my own orgasm hit and I shot all over my chest and belly. He collapsed down on the pad next to me and his cock popped from my ass with a squelch. I felt his load start to stream out of my stretched hole. He held me close and we talked before a bit before getting up and heading to shower the cum off.

Most of those who’ve read my real life “enhanced” 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. P’TOWN PARTYING Part 1 I've always been a huge fan of Provincetown ever since my parents (knowingly!!) sent me there for two full weeks as a 19 year old back in 1982 (to the Pilgrim House, no less, which might as well have been an upscale bathhouse at the time – that part I actually DON’T think they were aware of!). So, why am I such a huge fan? Less attitude than Fire Island and lots of sex. My husband and I even spent five full months a year up there for six years in a row (May - October) and during that time I was one of the models for the 1992 "Joy of Gay Sex", and I wrote a few articles about how to cruise the dunes and the "dick dock" for Scott O'Hara's magazine "Steam". Well, that was the 90s... More recently, we don't get to spend too much time up there, but up until a few years ago there was always a time in August when my other half had to attend a Thursday through Sunday business conference near Boston, so our usual M.O. was to have us drive from NY to the conference center on Wednesday night, staying with my other half at the hotel overnight, and then when he left for his morning session on Thursday have me head to P'Town and check in by early afternoon - he'd take the ferry over after the conference on Sunday evening and we'd stay till the following weekend. This schedule gave me three nights and four days of playing around with his blessing - amazingly he's VERY vanilla despite our 30 years together, and he'd rather I did my major partying and kinkier playing when he's working or away... perfect for both of us. Though I have always been lucky enough to have a lot of really hot play sessions, they are seldom LONG as generally I have to work the next day and my other half prefers that I not stay out all night even if I get home at 5AM. So, this annual “free weekend” arrangement allowed a nice really long extended session for me. One year in particular was probably the best long session I've ever had. It’s certainly got the most entries on one weekend that I ever added to what I call my “sex diary” (if you ever wondered why I remember so many details of my experience, it helps that I write them down right after they’ve happened in a notebook I keep for my old age! I started them way back when I was a teenager). I had been chatting with a guy on-line that I'd been “e-introduced” to by mutual fuck buds. He lived year-round in P'Town, but he had not moved there as yet in the 90s when my hub and I were doing our 5 months a year there. This new bud and I had agreed I would meet him at his house at 3:30 that Thursday afternoon when I arrived in town. He was versatile also and we further agreed to make sure we were both totally cleaned out and popped a blue pill before meeting so we could get right down to chem sex... THURSDAY ARRIVAL AND PREGAME SHOW There was - unbelievably - no traffic that day, and I was checked just after 12 noon – I was lucky my room was actually ready, I was so early! I called my hubby’s hotel and left a message for him that I’d arrived safely. Anyone remember "The Ranch" in the center of town? Half guest house, half bath house - billed itself as a bunk house and was the leather men's place to stay - the second and third floor hallways were the same as any bathhouse and any time day or night you might happen on someone with the door open looking for some action. I had taken my Vitamin V and was all cleaned up and out, back from the communal showers and in my room with the door cracked puffing a little on the glass cock. A guy peeks around the door and asks to borrow some lube - he was actually someone who'd been at the Ranch the same time the last two years, so we'd played around some in prior vacations; he'd seen me coming out of the shower and knew I usually had good lube with me. Like me he was a well-toned blond, though not as hairy in the body as me (and yeah, about 20 years younger!) He looked at the pipe and said "I didn't know you partied! I've always wanted to but my boyfriend won't let me." I told him he didn't know that I partied because generally he was always here during the time when my partner was - and my husband doesn't do it and prefers I pnp when playing by myself. I told this Boston Fratboy to close the door over and come sit down. I asked if his boyfriend were waiting for him and he said he had a couple of minutes while his boyfriend futzed with the porn, but would I like to join them? I said I had a major hookup to go to at 3:30 though I'd come play for a few minutes, but first I was going to give him a taste of partying. I took a huge hit and shot-gunned him, which he said he'd done enough times with the green stuff back in college. He was amazed how smooth it was - I shot-gunned him a few more times, then he took a few big hits of his own - we put down the pipe for a minute or two of mutual ass rimming, then took a few more hits. He gave me a huge tongue kiss and headed back to his room to let his BF know I was going to play with them for a few minutes. I packed my bag for my upcoming long session, and then wandered down the hall in just my jock to the room those guys were in - which was one of the rooms with a sling set up. The BF was a white cub type in the sling, blindfolded, with a bottle of poppers he was huffing. I said "hey, don't get up" and he remembered me from past years and thanked me for coming down, hoping I could join them for a longer period later in the weekend. Fratboy got up from where he was rimming his BF and slid his condom-covered cock into the guy (I'd forgotten they played "safe", ugh). The blindfolded BF was sucking my cock with his head turned to the side, and Fratboy silently mouthed to me "fuck my ass... bare". I tell Bearcub I'm going to go rim Fratboy (which I did for a minute), then lubed him with my lube and slid in - easily! I remembered that the kid was mostly top, like me, and always had a hard time getting fucked. Well not after Miss T made his acquaintance! He was moaning like crazy but careful to say "yeah, rim my fucking ass" rather than what he really wanted to say. I fucked for a few minutes then pulled out, indicating my wrist for "time". I gave his BF a few minutes of oral on his short thick hairy tool, thanked them for the quickie and headed back to my room to get ready to leave. I took a piss, washed my dick, and went back to my room. Fratboy slipped in my door as I was putting on my shorts and sneakers. I raised my eyebrows and he whispered "he's got a vibrating plug up his hole, and I told him I had to piss. I was hoping I could get a couple of more hits from you before you go - and maybe later when he's asleep I could join you guys?" I smiled and shook my head affirmatively - another convert to chemsex! I lit up the pipe while he programmed his number into my cell and we shot-gunned back and forth... He said getting fucked had never been that easy and that he hoped my host friend would let him join the scene later. I told him I would definitely check with my buddy, and he should be ready and cleaned-out for the leather party, “and make sure your fingernails are clipped and filed down…” I also informed him it was an all-bareback party and guys who were poz – including me - would definitely be there and expecting to breed. He said he had no problem with that, so after one last puff he slipped out my door. Cooling and stowing my pipe, I waited for him to get back into his room before I closed my door behind me and locked it. THURSDAY AFTERNOON – LET THE GAMES BEGIN The guy I was meeting was named Jimmy and lived about a 5-minute walk away - ironically only two buildings away from the offices of the summer publication I used to write for! As I turned off Commercial Street, I saw him sitting on his covered front porch that was lifted above street level by about 10 stairs. He was hot - a really tanned white guy with longish blond-white hair and a handsome mischievous face with a bit of a five o'clock shadow. He didn't stand as I approached the porch but smiled and waved one hand - his profile had said he was 5'5" so I knew he wasn't at all what you'd call tall, but that doesn't concern me - hot is hot. I opened the gate he indicated and climbed the stairs to the front porch. There was a solid door at the top and rather than an open railing the porch had a solid wall up to waist height - when I opened the door I saw why he hadn't stood up. He was naked from the waist down other than his socks and his huge dick was hard and bobbing and dripping as he stroked it. I knew his profile and our mutual acquaintances had said he was hung, but sheeee-it this was one of the biggest cocks I'd played with and in the top ten for any white guy I’d encountered. At that moment I was a bit abashed - thank god for the few German genes mixed with my Irish... my cock is completely average in length, though thank god thicker than usual - still, this humongous piece on this obviously short guy had me jealous for a minute! Next to him there was a bong and what looked like a lit Bunsen burner, a can of maximum impact, some lube and a little black case. "Right on time, man, I like that..." he said. "Put your bag there, then sit down, then slide your shorts down so nobody walking by sees we're not wearing much here." I sat and he indicated the burner and bong cautioning me to keep it low below the level of the solid railing. Leaning to my left, I held the bong over the blue jet and with my left hand and watched the clouds start swirling within. I took a huge hit, and he told me "don't move!" as I felt him wrap a band around and then swab my right arm. With amazing ease, I felt the pin prick and warmth spreading from it, then he pulled away counting down from “10”. I exhaled the smoke I'd been holding, and at “1” he pulled the band and I coughed four times. Whoa... this guy knew his business... had to be the best point ever, and the easiest. If I thought I was horny before... jeez, I was an animal now. He stayed on his knees and began sucking licking and mouthing my cock while around it he said low enough that no one walking by could hear - "I pointed as soon as you turned the corner and I recognized you from your picture, and I had to get my mouth full of cock for a minute it got me so horny.” I was going wild and wanted some cock myself - we waited until there was no one passing by and he slid back into his seat, while I melted out of mine and between his legs. I was face to cock with that monster of his and started sucking and drooling all over it and his hot hairy balls. I lifted his legs a bit and got my tongue in his hot little hole while I felt his boy-butter covered fingers sliding into and lubing up my hole. I heard him spraying maximum impact into a cloth and he handed the cloth to me as he leaned down and whispered, “Stay on all fours but turn around and start impaling your hole on this cock... when you get in, sit up so it just looks like you are sitting on my lap.” Sucking the sprayed cloth, I turned around on hands and knees and backed my now very hungry hole up to that massive tool. It slid in amazing easily, showing how well the chems were doing their job. In a word it felt AMAZING, and unlike my usual M.O., I required no time to adjust. I got one leg under me while he held my hips and in a few more seconds I was sitting in his lap with that entire rod buried up inside my hairy blond butt. With our tank tops on and innocent smiles on our faces, we looked like a sweet gay couple just enjoying the afternoon, instead of two chem pigs, fucking in all-but-broad-daylight. I worked my butt muscles on his rod and he moaned, while I just rolled my eyes reveling in how damn good his huge cock felt in me. He leaned down to the burner and subtly got a hit from the bong. Leaning back and turning my head, we kissed and he shot-gunned his hit. The smoke wound up back in his mouth, and picking up a very fake cigarette he very obviously held it to his lips a second before breathing out our cloud of T. Then from below the porch there was a bang of a door which should have shocked me but didn't. A voice called up from below "I'm finished Mr. J... have a good weekend!" I looked down to the street to see the retreating back of a woman carrying some cleaning supplies in one hand and tossing a wave over her shoulder with the other. "What the fuck was that?" I asked with an obvious laugh, and he replied "my cleaning lady was running late today and I didn't want to wait to start our session, so that's why we've been fucking around out here on the porch." I just sat there for a second, still impaled on his huge piece and then starting laughing my head off. He said, “Let’s pull up our shorts and get inside and get the real fun started.” He turned off the burner, and put all his supplies in a wicker picnic basket as I pulled my shorts back on and got my bag. He opened the door and we crossed into the upper floor of the house quickly passing through what I think was the living room with a VERY extensive art collection. There also appeared to be a kitchen, small bedroom, and a bathroom on that level, but he hustled me quickly down a staircase. There was a small office at the bottom (with the door to the outside his cleaning lady had just used) and a locked door on the other side of the landing. Through the door was a huge room that was all play space - one of the best I'd ever seen. There was a sling, a rimseat, a weight bench, saint andrews cross, two mattresses and a couple of those wedge things covered in leather. The walls alternated between Vid Screens, mirrors and black pegboard with all sorts of toys and B&D equipment hanging or in metal cubes... there was a large bathroom that was mostly open to the space that looked more like a locker room bathroom than a home installation. Finally, on what would be the rear wall of the house, there was some kind of small alcove curtained off with black cloth. I smiled at him, nodding and saying "Nice... damn nice" then indicating the street and the office door over my shoulder I trailed off with "but... um". He laughed and said, "No man, the cleaning lady doesn't clean THIS room - only me." He hit a couple of switches and the screens lit - three screens of porn and one that was obviously a cam, split screened with us in the room on one side, and the logo for some cam site on the other. We stripped down completely this time and he opened the cam site pulling a few guys feeds onto the one screen while a small image of us remained for us to see ourselves. I took a good look at him (finally) as he got the bong ready for some hits. He WAS short, 5'5" might have been an exaggeration, but he was ripped and wiry with that huge cock and a sweet little butt - and covered with swirls of blond hair all over his chest, legs, arms, shoulders, ass and cock. We shared some huge hits as more guys "pinged" on the screen to watch us, and then he lay back in the sling and said "blow that chem-smoke up my fucking mancunt". Okay, so you don't have to ask me twice. Really, I catch on to these things rather well... All kidding aside, I got down on the pad under the sling, took a huge rip and sinking my lips onto that freakin’ gorgeous hole, pried him open with my tongue and breathed the cloud into that hole to the best of my practiced abilities. I totally LOVE rimming a man's hole and as usual it made my already hard dick ready to split open. "You've felt mine man, let me feel yours - give the viewers a show here". I stood up and sank my cock right into that fucking hot hole and proceeded to give him a major good pounding. I used the sling to its best advantage, at times pulling him to me, at other times hanging from the bars and rabbit fucking him, even pulling my legs up into the sling so he could suck my toes while I continued hanging from the bars and using my arms and the inertia from the movement to continue to pound into him. We had an awesome ride, until after a while his phone beeped. He asked me to hand him the phone, which I did, and he said "Good! He's right on time" (This guy definitely had something about punctuality - I never did find out what, but that sort of thing went on all weekend). "Who…?" I asked. He smirked, "My 'grocer' is here with a delivery for the weekend, we don't want to run out of Miss Tina, do we?" Vehemently shaking my head "NO", he smiled and said “I'll go let him in". And got up naked and hard and went across the hall. I sat on the weight bench watching the porn and the cam-guys for a minute then heard voices. Now, I'm a native New Yorker, and the fact is that I like hot guys of all races and nationalities - and I can indulge my desire for variety in New York very easily. Provincetown on the other hand, being a Massachusetts seashore resort, is another issue. Now don't get me wrong, I'm a white guy myself and it’s not like I don’t enjoy playing with other white guys, I just enjoy a varied diet when possible. Provincetown has gotten a bit more diverse over the years since I started going there, but is still pretty much white Bostonians and New Yorkers (which do have the Italian and Irish flavors) mixed in with the Quebecois from Montreal, and suburban gay New Englanders and East Coasters. So I was pleasantly surprised when a tall black man came through the door (seeming even taller in juxtaposition with my buddy) with a guy trailing him who looked like he was from one of the local Portuguese fishermen families. Lou, my buddy's 'candy-man' was a tall wiry black man with hair done back in tight cornrows and a tat coming up his neck. The guy with him - who went by the nickname "Vice" - was a stocky olive skinned guy with a huge chest, shoulders and biceps only a straight boy should have, as they were way out of proportion with the rest of him. Turns out I was right in that opinion. Jimmy introduced Lou - who in turn intro'd Vice to both of us. Lou said he hoped I didn't mind the company but he always came to Jimmy's place first on his delivery rounds so he could have a couple of hours to "chill" and get his rocks off before the busy evening delivery period in this gay mecca. He said Vice was one of his best bros, and Vice's "bitch girlfriend" was away taking summer courses and Vice wanted to get high and get his rocks off. Seems he'd never had head or anything from a "cocksucker" before, but when he found out that Lou got down with it and didn't have a problem, he figured he'd tag along and see if he could give it a shot. Okay, cool with me. Soaring as I was, I was up for pretty much anything, and frankly I love groups. Lou loaded up a big ole bong of his own from his bag, filled the base with something and then started pulling his clothes off - "come on, bro" he said to the hesitating Vice, who then proceeded to pull off his team logo shorts and wife beater. Lou was seriously defined with like 2% body fat, wiry with a nice sized piece (not as big as Jimmy's) and Vice was a fireplug of muscle with a bit of a beer gut for one so young, and an uncut piece that hung down over his balls nicely. He seemed like a satyr - really hairy from the waist down and almost no body hair from there up. Lou was a bit plumped already, but Vice was obviously a little intimidated and totally flaccid. Jimmy surreptitiously switched ONE of the porn vids to one that was bi with women in it along with the studs (sound down, thank god) and Lou fired up the magic cauldron and passed it around. As we breathed out our hits, Lou said to me "oh shit man, I forgot to ask - are you one of them ‘just tops’?" I smiled and said "no, I'm versatile - I like as much variety as I can get: sucking and getting sucked; fucking and getting fucked; rimming and getting rimmed... you get the picture." "Yeah, I'm down with that... so why don't you give this big black dealer dick a taste then man." I dropped to my knees and took that dick in one fell swoop. Vice muttered "Holy Shit" under his breath and Lou stopped and gave him the bong and said - why don't you sit down on the mattress there and take some hits and watch the scene so you can get used to it and get into it..." Then Jimmy said, "Are both you guys showered?" They both nodded. "Then watch this, Vice," he said as he pulled Lou and I toward the rimseat. He said to Lou, "we're both at your service... my New York bud here loves to fuckin’ toss salad till the cows come home." I got down on the matting and pulled myself under the rimseat while Jimmy pushed the leather pillow behind my neck. Lou took the glass cock back from Vice for a minute and gave me a huge shotgun, then returned the bong to Vice while Jimmy sprayed Maximum Impact into the bandanna, stuffed it into my mouth and against my nose and I inhaled deeply. Then Lou slowly sank his hot freakin’ butt over my face, settling himself into the rimseat while my brain exploded, and I went at his hole with my tongue like a madman. My rock-hard cock was swaying in the breeze for only a moment then I felt Jimmy's tight butt sinking down on me. "Yeah boy, fuck yourself on that cracker dick while you worship my big black cock boy". Sure enough, the sounds of dick being very eagerly sucked came from above my head. "Holy fuckin' shit... that’s fuckin crazy dude" was Vice's muttered comment. I heard the bubbling of the waterpipe as he took more and more hits. "shit, man... holy shit" he kept muttering in between. I was in fucking pig heaven, the only thing that could have made it better would have been a cock in my ass, which I was hoping wouldn't be too far off. After a while, Lou said to Vice... come over here man, and let these cocksuckers service you a bit too. Lou stood up, telling Jimmy to stay where he was... he took a huge rip from the pipe and knelt to shotgun it to me. Before he did I whispered "fuck my ass once I'm rimming him and Jimmy's sucking him". He nodded and passed me the hit. Then another whiff of the aroma filled bandanna and Vice was standing over me with his big hairy butt and yeah, I could smell from his legs he'd just showered (my one turn off is scat - too sensitive a nose). I heard Jimmy taking a hit, then Vice took another one and Lou pressed the newly sprayed bandanna to Vice's face and told him to breathe long and deep. While he did, Lou got one of the wedges and with Jimmy still sitting in my lap with my dick in his ass, Lou pushed the wedge under us. Lou then commanded Vice to sit down, and that straight hairy hole lowered itself to my waiting face. It was a work of art really, just a beautiful manhole. And as my tongue started its dance I found out he tasted REALLY good. And boy did he start to moan, especially when Jimmy started deep-throating him. Then finally I felt Lou’s hand around my butt and his finger pushed something small and sharp into me, and I realized he had booty bumped me. He muttered, "Fuck yeah man, enjoy the tweak..." and amazingly the next thing I felt was his goddamn tongue! Vice blurts out "Holy Fuck bro!" watching his friend munch another guys butt. I moaned as Lou rimmed me and the crystal started melting inside me. He pulled his tongue out, got up and sank his big dick right into my hole, sighing the whole way. Goddamn he felt good and I went even crazier on Vice's straight boy hole. "Oh shit, man, oh shit... this is so wrong... but wickie hot" (which he pronounced "hawt"). Lou threw me an awesome fuck, and I heard the bubbling as Vice took more and more hits off the water pipe, interspersed with him repeating "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck". "Yo man you ready to try some of this tight hole?" I heard Lou asking Vice. "Fuck yeah man!" was the response although when Vice stood he seemed a bit reluctant to take his hole away from my probing tongue. Lou came to stand over my head, while Vice got between my legs. As he was about to shove right in Lou stops him and says "Yo bro, a little courtesy here? You gotta’ wet down that mancunt before you fuck it..." Vice seemed ready to balk, but Lou said "Fuck dude, you watched me do it... bro you lick pussy and this is actually better. Just do it man..." He sprayed up the bandanna and shoved it in to Vice's face telling him to pull deep, he held it for a long time and Vice just whispered "aw that wickie hot..." again. Lou gave me the cloth and I breathed deep and then that tight black ass was heading my way again. Jimmy is still bouncing on my cock and says, "yeah man let me eat that big licorice stick...". Vice's tentative first licks started becoming downright enthusiastic and he and I both moaned as he did so. After a minute he pulled his face away and then that uncut linguica of his started into my willing hole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" was pretty much the only sound Vice could make as he started to slowly fuck, then really pound my hole. I forgot how "enthusiastic" the young could be! I think Lou, Jimmy and I knew Vice could not hold that pace for long, so Lou said to Jimmy, “slide off your buds cracker dick and sit down on this dealer cock – you can face away and suck your juices off his dick…” which, indeed Jimmy prepared to do. I missed being in that hot hole, but I was glad he was going to enjoy another cock other than mine, as I kind of felt like I unintentionally wound up monopolizing the scene and it was HIS scene after all! As Jimmy got himself positioned, Lou basically commanded Vice to jerk my cock while he fucked me and Jimmy got into place. I felt Vice tentatively wrap his hand around my tool and start to pull on me, gaining more confidence as he went on… Jimmy impaled his pighole on Lou and started riding like he’d joined the rodeo. Soon enough, Vice was bellowing and blowing a load up my hole, and Lou more quietly did the same for Jimmy, who never did get around to blowing me at that point. After a lot of heavy breathing, Lou said they had deliveries to make and they’d best be finishing up with us “for now” – which I found encouraging! We were all standing and shaking out our muscles and Vice asked if there was somewhere he could clean up a bit and piss, so Jimmy led him off to the bath. Lou just looked at me and smiled, put his finger to his lips in a “shush” motion, went to his jeans and handed me a small envelope. “That’s for a seriously good time man, on the house,” he whispered “I’ve been wanting to get that Portuguese homeboi into some more serious shit for a while and you guys just got him off to an excellent start… thanks. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around this weekend…” I thanked him and stuffed the envelope into a compartment in my bag, then used some wet ones to clean off a bit as Jimmy and Vice returned. “We need to do some business,” Jimmy said drawing Lou toward the door. “We’ll be in the office, you two chat amongst yourselves, or whatever else you choose to do…” Lou indicated the water pipe on the way out, so I picked it up and fired up the torch as Vice said, “Fuck that was freaky man – never had a BJ like that, never had a cunt as tight as your ass, and fuck – what your tongue was doing to my ass… wickie cool.” “Yeah,” I said, as I filled the torch with butane “sex on this can be pretty awesome – and with a dude too, cause there’s no expectation or bullshit like marriage or getting knocked up.” “You got that dude,” he said as I fired up the pipe and took a huge hit – I indicated my mouth and his to see if he wanted a shot gun hit, he looked a bit weirded-out, looked around and then leaned in. I fed him the smoke and we actually had a bit of a tongue duel as his prior inhibitions continued to ebb away from him. “So did you enjoy yourself today Vice?” I asked. “Yeah,” he replied, “freaky but wickie hot.” I handed him the glassware and the flame and he took the biggest rip I’d seen him do yet, put them down, and then grabbed my ass with both hands, and with a smirk pulled me in for a shotgun. Pleasantly surprised with his sudden aggressiveness, I put my arms around his neck and shoulders and wrapped one leg around his waist letting his now re-hardening cock to slide below my balls, through my crack and against my hole. “Lou was pretty certain he was coming back for more sometime later,” I said. “I sure hope you’re still cool with this and up for coming back too, I’d like to give you some more of what I gave you earlier…” “Yeah man? You really like gettin’ fucked a lot, don’tcha?” I looked at him for a second and said, “Yep. But don’t get me wrong dude, I like to fuck as much or even MORE than I like to get fucked. Shit, if you weren’t straight, I’d be all up in that freakin’ gorgeous ass of yours, but don’t worry, I respect limits…” He looked shocked for a second and then laughed. “Seriously, Vice, for me that’s one of the most awesome things about mansex – I get to try ALL the positions, from both directions. I did my share of pussy when I was younger, but for ME, it’s just not as exciting, and you sure can’t switch roles so to speak!” He chuckled again, shook his head and said “Man, I gotta’ give it up to you. You’re cool, very cool… yeah, I’ll prob’ly be back later with Lou and tap that ass again…” I dropped to one knee, took a quick suck on his rod and said “I look forward to it…” before I took his pole most of the way in and began a slow goodbye suck. He rifled my hair a bit, moaned a little, and then a minute or two later asked “You really think I have a nice looking ass?” Bingo! Licking around his head I answered, “oh yeah dude, SERIOUSLY nice…”. He started to get dressed then, as we heard Jimmy and Lou coming back from their “business” in the office. Before they left, Lou said that Jimmy told him I was staying at The Ranch and asked if I could invite him into the place before Saturday – seems the management didn’t want him just coming like the ice cream man to sell, which would be too obvious, BUT if he were invited in by a guest to play, and then just happened to meet some people whom he could help out, that would be okay. “Sure,” I told Lou and Vice, “I’ll likely be back there for a break tomorrow afternoon and early evening… if I’m not here, I’m there – room 21.” I also gave both of them my cell number. As he was about to leave, Lou turned and said “I suppose you two will be working the holes later?” and Jimmy replied in the affirmative. “Holes?” I asked when they’d gone. For an answer, Jimmy pulled aside the black curtain around the small alcove… “I have my own private Glory Holes,” Jimmy told me. What looked like a former coal chute or maybe a woodshed attached to the back of the house had been converted to Jimmy’s own private oral paradise. Seems he had a system of lights on the side of his house. If there was a green light shining instead of white, the hole was open… TWO green lights meant two holes were open. How this news got around to locals, I’m not quite sure, although the winters are REALLY long, grey and boring up there, so I guess anything like that would get around… I was intrigued by the whole concept to say the least.

I started watching interracial porn online and then wound up moving to interracial specific sites. I chewed through everything they made in probably under a month. They were the first porn sight I subscribed to and, so far, the last. They weren't making videos as fast as I was consuming them so I looked elsewhere. Then I learned about the entire Queen of Spades scene; women who only slept with black men. It was hot. Really hot. Eventually it was all I could get off to. After a while, I started to admire those women. Not 'admire' in the way you admire someone's beauty but in the way you wish to be them, or at least in their position. I dreamed up with elaborate ways to seduce a black man and have him dominate me. But that's all they were, fantasies. At least at first. I had started browsing an interracial sex blog. They mostly posted porn but sometimes they would post general lifestyle stuff. I was scrolling through the blog with my cock in my left hand and the mouse in my right when I saw a post about temporary tattoos. Jack of Spades often have tattoos that subtly hint they want to have sex with a black man, I hovered over it for a minute and thought about my fantasies. "What the Hell." I thought, "Worse case scenario i throw them out." I hit the link and the page blinked to an online store. There were the usual Queen of Spades tattoos at the top and some more extreme stuff at the bottom. I chose a black, curly spade with a white 'J' in the center. For Jack. I was about to head to the checkout when I started thinking about the stuff further down. I could feel my ass get hotter as I thought about them. Maybe... just a peek... I was largely disappointed by what I saw, most of it seemed over the top and grotesque. Then I saw one and my heart leapt. This one, this was one. I slammed on the 'add to cart' button and went to checkout. But after I bought them I came harder than I had ever cum in my entire life. A few business days later they arrived and I totally forgot about them. It was one of those things that's really hot when you're horny but you're immediately ashamed of when you cum. I considered throwing them away but I couldn't, it would be denying a part of myself. "Maybe I'll go out to a gay bar and wear them at a bar or something?" As soon as I thought it my stomach tightened. What if I run into somebody I know? What if the guy I meet knows someone I do? What if he knows family? No. No way I'm risking that. I couldn't keep them, But I couldn't throw them away. Then I had a stroke of genius, I'd keep them in my fag bag, that way if I'm ever out of town or got a Hotel room alone I've got them right there. I pulled my black fag bag out of my closet and slid them carefully into the small front pouch, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few months later I got a hotel room, So I went and got a cheap motel room. My room was completely red with white sheets. It had a heart shaped jacuzzi in the room. I pulled out the Chastity Cock Cage and put it on, I changed into a jock strap and some sweats and a tee shirt and watched TV. When I got a hankering for a coke. I counted out a couple bucks in quarters and headed for the ice machine. Standing in front of the ice machine was a man straight out of my dreams. His skin was the color of Mahogany and he looked as sturdy, dense muscles stretching beneath hairless skin. He was huge, easily 6'2" with broad shoulders and huge pecs all barely hidden under a grey hoodie and blue jeans. "Hey," he said, "You have a quarter I can borrow?" I realized I was staring and stammered out some kind of affirmative before handing him a quarter. "Thanks." He had a tattoo on his body. I smiled and walked back to my room, conscious of every step. My heart pounded in my chest and I swallowed hard. I'd always had a reaction around tall black men but nothing like that before! Then I remembered the tattoos. I opened my door a crack and peeked out. He just entered his room; 25, right next to the ice. This was it. This was the perfect moment. I yanked the tattoos from my bag and ran to the bathroom. I put the smaller one, the Jack of Spades, right on my arm, I put the second, larger one on my right butt cheek. It needed all the room i could give it. After a few dozen times checking them in the mirror I took a deep breath and knocked on his door. "Just a sec." He opened the door and rose an eyebrow at me. "Hi." I said, I could feel my ass getting hotter. "Hi." He responded a little sarcastically. I swallowed hard and put all my effort into not shaking. "The phone in my hotel room doesn't work and I was going to call the front desk and find out how to get on the web, Mind if I barrow yours?" He looked me up and down and shrugged, "Sure, come on in." I murmured a thank you and and walked directly to the phone and started dialing. His room was a carbon copy of mine, down to the red walls but no. Whoever cleans this motel deserved an award. I put my hand to the receiver and turned to him, "They put me on hold." "Makes sense," he said, "It's Saturday night. Probably a lot of people getting rooms ." I cradled the phone in the crook of my neck, pointing my tattoo on my arm at him, and acted like I was making idle conversation. "So what's the tattoo for?" He smiled a little, revealing perfectly straight teeth, "It's nothing much, I've just been pretty lucky in life that's all." I nodded approvingly. "What's yours?" "What this?" I pointed to it, "Nothing it's too weird." "No come on, tell me." "No I can't. It's too weird. You'll laugh at me." "No I'm serious!" I smiled mischievously, "Google it." He rolled his eyes and pulled out his iPhone. Just then the front desk answered, I said I'm in room 41 and wanted to get the code for the web, being extra sure to say the room number a few times to front desk, "Any luck googling that?" I said as I opened the door. "Yea just one-" He trailed off and his eyes narrowed. He read over it a few times and looked at me in disbelief. I smiled my best," A few minutes after I returned to my room there was a soft knock at the door. My heart hammered in my chest as I opened it. I held the door open as he entered and said, I think I figure out the tattoo" He took off his hoodie, stretching out his chest and back as he did, "You know I think I did." As he rubbed his dick, I moved down to my knees and pulled down the waistband of his sweats. He looked surprised but he smiled. I reached in to his boxers and my heart skipped a beat. He was way bigger than I thought. I pulled it out and it was almost one and a half times as long as my dick hard. And thick. So thick I could barely wrap my hand around it. I ran my tongue all the way from the base of his shaft to his head, reveling in the taste of his cock. "Good." I said and slid his cock past my lips and all the way into my throat. I held it there for a moment, pressing it to my throat before I pulled it out again. I gasped when I pulled it out, but he gently gripped me by my hair and put my mouth back around his cock. Slowly he startled fucking my throat until his balls were hitting my chin. I gagged but let him fuck me. I wanted to please him. Finally he pulled out and rested his gigantic saliva-covered cock on my face. "You like that don't you ?" He asked again. ? I was still gasping around his meat, so I just nodded and caught my breath. He grinned and forced his cock back into my mouth, fucking my throat all over again. He pounded and pounded until his cock started to twitch and his balls sucked into him. I closed my eyes and waited for the salty taste of black cum. But he yanked himself out of my throat and grabbed my scalp with his left hand. I closed my eyes just in time to feel loads of warm cum splash onto my eyes, nose, lips and open mouth. He squirted over and over until my entire face was caked with his Black Seed. I felt him shake off his last few drops onto my outstretched tongue. My cock was so hard and pressing against the cock cage, as I swallowed the load in my mouth and then set about sweeping the cum off my face and into my mouth, gratefully swallowing every drop. When I opened my eyes he was still hard and I instinctively stretched my tongue toward his cock. "Nope." He said, lifting me to my feet. "That was just a warmup." I took off my shirt and climbed onto the bed. I immediately felt his hands on my waste band and he yanked down my sweats in a frenzy. He smiled when he saw my cock cage, And said you are going to be my slave, Once my pale ass was exposed he stopped, and chuckled at the black ink on my right cheek. The second tattoo read, "Black Cock Only" I felt his massive head force its way into me. It hurt, a lot. I couldn't handle it. I begged, pleaded him to stop but he just pressed harder and deeper. When I started to squirm away he held me down. I didn't just feel the pain in my ass, it jolted over my legs and through my very spine as though I was being split in half. I grunted in pain and his massive black hand covered my mouth and he took my ass by force. My tears mingled with the cum glaze he left and flowed over his thick fingers as he made my ass his. Not tears of terror, tears of pain and pleasure. He released his grip on me when he realized I was backing my ass into his cock. He said, This ass is mine now, Eventually the pleasure weighed out the pain and I couldn't keep myself from moaning. Long, deep animal noises in a voice that was not my own. His cock slammed into my bowels in long, deep strokes until I could feel his massive balls slapping mine, dwarfing them. Suddenly he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass toward him. I could feel his Big Black Cock pulsating inside me, sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He was cumming in my ass. Marking it as his own. I could feel his load filling me, and I came with him. He withdrew his massive BBC and his sperm leaked out of my ass and over my balls and already-limp cock. He smiled and rested his cum-covered meat in between my ass-cheeks, knowing I wouldn't -or couldn't- resist. "This," He squeezed my ass like it was a new toy. "This is mine now." I own this now" Unable to speak, gasping into the pillow, I merely looked back at him and nodded. I rented the room all weekend, I stayed in all weekend, And he owned my ass for the weekend That started a reg thing for me renting a room, And taking care of Black Men ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I012-06-02 I had just finished shaving my whole body smooth and hairless, head to toe. That way all my custom fitted leathers and gear would fit ever so snug and tight to every mucle on my body. In addition, I had found most MASTERS perfer hairless slaves, as so not one thing gets in way of their use and abuse. I slid-on my cock and ball rings and stretchers, then pulled on my super tight unlined black leather jeans over my legs and over my ass cheeks, with a thick belt closing it all in, but all so buldging out. Harness boots, a chest harness and bar vest open to the chest was my look. I tied my full leather slave hood and locking bondage collar with metal chain lead to my side belt, just in case I met a MASTER who wanted to hood 'n' collar me in public. I had only three fresh rigs left and no product to fill them. I like to slam and with the real good stuff pure crystal shards that have an extra kick or chemical bite to them and a good overwhelming sexperv rush once slammed hard into my veins. I need to call my dealer and see if I can pick it up on my way out to the bars tonight. Brent was my meth and other substance dealer. If you needed it, he could get it and it was always good shit. Brent had been in prison for a few years for dealing and was proud of the fact. He was not black, but acted like a black bro with his speech, body language and his hair was done in tight cornrows. Most of his buds were black guys who also were dealers, hustlers and your basic street thugs. They were always around Brent and I even had to pass through them at his front door. Once buzzed in they would follow me down to his basement office where many of his deals were made. I showed up in full leathers with the black guys looking at me. "That's cool man, you lookin' like Shaft." "White boy want to be black?" "Boy wanna have black man in it?" We were already in Brent's office as two of the big black thugs were man-handling me like a side of beef. I was getting a bit horny as the two of them had very large cocks trying to get out of their pants. One black dude liked my leather clad body and said "I wanna fuck your ass, boy. You a tweaker-boy? I know you are 'cause you're here to buy shit." By this time I had forced back down and onto a couch with one of the black dudes pressing his whole body down on mine and holding back my wrists. "I wanna slam you full of meth boy, and then have a black man's way with a white boy. You're gonna like it cause I'm gonna give it to ya nice and strong, and then your gonna be begging for it, greedy fuckchempig, so ass horny for our long and thick black dicks." I could hear Brent's voice from across the room "Got some real strong stuff from Mexico if you wanna try it out on this pig. He's one of my regular customers and I don't think you two will have any issues with him." Before I knew it I was up and bent over a table with my hands cuffed behind my back. The black guy hooded my head real tight and locked it all in with my collar. My jeans were pulled down to my boots, my ass exposed and a horny black man turned me about. I then felt a cold swab on my arm and a tie off. Then, without a word, I felt a sharp prick and heard someone ask of someone else "Are you filming this?" My whole body started to hot rush and flash as my dick driped and my ass caught fire. I began to go wild with chem injected mind and body sexual use and abuse. I heard them laugh out as I became a drooling, oversexed drugged fuckslamslut. Before I could start begging for cock, both my ass and mouth were filled with thick African man meat. I was theirs, and belonged to them as they controlled me, as admittedly I wanted to be controlled: a white slave for black tops. All night long I was slammed and fucked while being locked or cuffed down, helpless without any escape. My legs chained high over my head and arms spread out, I could see a black guy's reaction as he slid his dick into my hole and at same time slammed my arm vein. He smiled and grinned a wicked smirk as he pushed down the plunger, sending all the meth into my body. I remember feeling his cock swell, becoming even harder and fuller as if he felt could feel, through my ass wall tissue, the rush I was experiencing. "I like to drug and fuck white boys 'til they are raw, red, bloody, sore and loaded with black man's man juice."

When I got back to the room with the fresh J-lube (nice and warm), and refilled bottles of water, the hall was silent. I made some noise with my key in the lock to let Ryan know I was back, and then went in and shut the door. Fuck! It'd be just my luck that I'd get all ready for a good fist session, and then my fuckbuddy runs off with the new guy! (Paranoia, guys....stop overthinking when you're high...) I straightened the room up a bit, picking up stray pieces of paper towel and putting them in the plastic trash bag I'd brought along. Put a fresh rock in my pipe. Dried the lube off my titclamps. Straightened the black rubber sheet I'd brought for the bed. Reorganized the dildos. - - - Decided to drop another tab of "X," since it'd been about 10 hours since my last. Did a medium hit off the pipe to keep from crashing. Lit a cigarette and flipped through the porn channels. 'Tap, tap, tap,' came a sound from the door. I jumped up and headed to the door, my semi-hard cock still sliding around in the leather codpiece. I had to tear off a paper towel to grip the doorknob - still some lube on my hands... It was Ryan, with a wide smile and unblinking parTy eyes. He pushed his way in, and flopped on the bed with his leather bag. "Look what I got!" he said excitedly. I shut the door and sat down on the edge of the bed. He opened the bag and pulled out two syringes, each loaded with a slam. "Ya wanna fly?" he asked, holding the thin rigs in the palm of his hand. "You think he's safe to do it with?" I asked, a little nervous (and paranoid) about the guy he'd invited. "Yeah - He came by while I was makin' these up," Ryan said. "Told me his name was Victor, and he was gonna go downstairs and get his own shit. Sounded okay to me." "Well, let's keep our stuff hidden 'til we see his stuff. He's probably okay, but I don't wanna get arrested," I said. "Good idea - but I don't think a cop would be walkin' around in a rubber bikini - just sayin'," he smiled, rubbing the back of my neck. "I've never slammed before, so you'll have to show me what to do," I admitted. "No prob. I'm pretty good with the needle, so I'll do you first - then me," he offered. I showed him the fresh J-lube and the can of Crisco. He slid out of the borrowed jock, his cock still massive and hard. "By the way, thanks for the fuck downstairs. You felt great in my hole!" he chattered, reaching over and unsnapping the codpiece from my jock and freeing my cock. "That PA was awesome! You wanna fuck me some more?" he was really spun! I had just gotten between his muscular thighs and entered his warm hole, when we heard a knock at the door. He stared up at me, looking like a kid that was about to get into some BIG trouble! "Let's do this!" I said, and got up to open the door. "Hey, man. I'm Jim," I said to the 5' 9" guy standing in the doorway. "Victor," he said, flashing a blinding smile of perfect white teeth. He was even hotter than I remembered - built like a fireplug - short and compact - he had a thick upper body tapering down to a narrow waste, supported by short, but muscular legs. He had brought some leather, too, and was now wearing a leather harness, leather-studded armbands, a biker's cap and boots. He had a small backpack slung over one shoulder, and was still wearing the revealing rubber bikini. "Come on in," I stood to one side, letting him enter the room and set down his gear. "Fuck! I been watchin' you guys since I got here," he said, taking in the mirrors, toys, Crisco, lube - - - and Ryan. "Didn't know if y'all played around, or if you were a couple." "We actually just met," I jumped in to keep things from getting awkward. "Cool," he responded. "Looks like you clicked pretty fast." "Yeah - We're definitely into a lot o' the same stuff," Ryan joined in. "So - - - you guys like to party?" Victor broke the ice. "Depends on what you like to party with," I hedged. Victor looked at Ryan, and Ryan gave him a knowing nod. "Oh - yeah - uh - Tina, X, 420, K - - - I like it all." "So'd you bring your own stuff?" I asked, hating to be such a hardass. "Oh, sure man. I'm no moocher," he answered, unzipping his backpack and pulling out a glass pipe and a baggie full of crystal. "Thanks, man," I said, placing a hand on Victor's tattooed shoulder. "I'm just real paranoid about the cops and everything." "Oh, don't worry. I ain't no cop," he laughed, reaching down and squeezing my cock. "Unless - - - maybe you want me to be," he winked. "So, how long have you been into fisting?" I continued with my interrogation. "Oh - three years, maybe," Victor answered. "Kinda started when I started the Circuit scene - You know - meth and fisting kinda go together," he smirked. He had scooped a large rock out of his baggie with the top of a bic pen, and dropped it into the bowl of his pipe. I pulled mine out from under Ryan's loaned jock, and passed it to Ryan along with the torch. The two pipes fired up and I relaxed as these two exceptionally hot, total strangers proceeded to get high in my room. Ryan handed me my pipe, careful not to hand me the end with the recently heated bowl. I flicked on the torch and moved the flame back and forth until I saw the solid mass melt and start to vaporize. Then I took a long, deep hit into my lungs. In the background, we could feel the throbbing beat of the techno music, and the occasional buzz from the downstairs door as another customer was let in. Yet, Victor, Ryan and I were in our own little world, about to descend to another level of sexual excess. Ryan retrieved the two rigs from his bag, along with two rubber strips for constricting our arms. He straddled me while he tied the rubber strip just below my bicep. "Okay - now squeeze your hand," he instructed, tapping the crease at my elbow, looking for a vein. "There!" he smiled, tearing open an alcohol swab and cleaning the area he had identified. "Okay - You ready?" he looked into my eyes. I nodded back, placing myself completely in his hands. He pulled the orange tip off the rig, tapped it to release any air bubbles, and positioned it on my arm. "Okay - small pinch." I looked down, and saw the syringe start to turn red with my blood, signifiying that he was in. "Relax - This is gonna be fun," he said, as he slowly pushed the plunger in. It was just like everybody says - a warm tingling up my arm - spreading quickly throughout my whole body - a shortness of breath - blurred vission - an uncontrollable cough. "Oh fuck!" I managed to get out. I was floating and vibrating and pulsing. My hole felt like it was hanging loose and open and I needed something to fill it. I could see Victor and Ryan watching me, looking for signs that I was okay - but all I could register was that there were two seriously hot men with me that I wanted to crawl up my fuckhole. "You awright?" Ryan asked, holding my arm above my head. "Ohhhhhhh, yes! More than all right!" I answered. He bent down and kissed me gently on the lips. It felt so tender, so soft - like we were melting together. While Ryan got himself ready, Victor started in on me. A ball of Crisco was pushed inside my pulsing hole, followed by a syringe of J-lube. The fresh, warm, lube felt incredible as it filled my vacant insides. I glanced over, just in time to see Ryan insert the needle in his arm. "Gettin' ready to join ya, buddy!" he smiled. He pushed the plunger, ripped the rubber strip off and coughed. "Fuck, yeah!" he yelled, tensing in a sit-up position, and then laying back and spreading his sexy legs. Victor already had a ball of Crisco ready for Ryan, and had refilled the syringe with J-lube. We were definitely in experienced hands! As soon as Ryan's ass was ready, Victor began working his hands into each our holes. Thanks to the previous assplay, a pair of experienced holes - - - and a slam of meth - - - Victor's hands slid in easily. The pressure felt so incredibly good - it was like my entire body had become a fuckhole! Ryan and I were squirming on the rubber sheets in two pools of sweat, Crisco and lube - happy as two pigs could be! Time passed like scenes in a slide show. Victor fistfucking us. Victor taking off his rubber bikini and taking turns rawfucking both our holes with his incredibly thick, uncut cock. The black 'thug' from the maze taking turns with Victor fucking our hungry holes. The door to the room being open, and guys that I'd never seen before coming in to fuck us and dump a load. The short bald guy (who had a really fat cock!) fucking and fisting me! I even seem to remember Ryan fisting me while Victor was getting fucked by the black guy. I even think I remember Ryan and I getting into a 69 chempissdrinking scene. When things started to come back into focus, the room had cleared, and Victor was preparing a slam for himself. I sat up - and realized I had my XXXlarge buttplug in my hole. "You up for fisting?" Victor asked. "I need my hole worked real bad!" I looked around for the Crisco and J-lube - found them - and cleared a space on the bed for Victor. He inserted the needle in his arm like a pro, pushed the plunger, his eyes rolled back and he coughed -twice. It was so hot seein' this muscle hunk beggin' to get his hole punched. My fist was in in 30 seconds, and he was buckin' up and down like a bitch in heat! "Oh, yeah! Fuck me! Fist my fuckin' hole!" Forget about easing into it. I was punchfucking his musclebutt with a closed fist in no time. "Put both hands in!" he said frantically. "Stretch my fuckin' hole!" My left hand gripped my right wrist, and slowly worked its way in - the whole time Victor kept begging for more. Ryan finally started to come to, and when his head cleared, he joined in, chewing on Victor's eraser nipples and tonguefucking his mouth. When he couldn't take anymore, I would pull out with a nasty sucking sound, and admire the gape of his open hole. I worked different combinations of dildos in him, all which had been previously used by me and Ryan, still greasy with Crisco and lube - - - and cum. Watchin' Victor pig out after his slam gave me an idea of what a slut I must've been after mine!!! Just made me want more! Ryan left briefly, and came back with refilled water bottles, which we all needed desperately. After about two hours of workin' over Victor's hole, he was finally beginning to come down a little. We all took a break and smoked a cigarette, tugging on our Tina dicks and fingering our slimy fuckholes. "Room 209 - Room 209 - Check out or renew - Room 209 - Check out or renew," came the voice over the intercom. "Hey man - What room are you in?" I asked Victor. "Two-oh-nine," he answered, staring blankly at the porn on the TV. "They just called your room, man. You gonna renew?" I asked. He forced his eyes to blink, trying to comprehend what I had just said. "Shit! Already? I can't leave like this," he babbled. I asked Ryan if he was gonna renew. "I'll stay, if you do," he answered - - - fueling co-dependency.... We all kinda pulled ourselves together and walked into the cool air of the hallway, made it downstairs to the front desk, and added another eight hours to our rooms. On the way back up, we stopped in the single shower on the 2nd floor and rinsed the recent round of piss, lube, grease and cum off our bodies. I had to take a leak, and Victor got down on his knees and eagerly drank my chem-laced piss straight from the tap! When we all got dried off, Victor said, "Hey, let's check out the sling!" Ryan and I had no objection, so we followed him down the hall toward the maze. Victor skipped the maze and headed straight for he sling. It was unoccupied, and he was up and in it like he was right at home. Obviously, the effects of the slam were still present! He was digging his fingers into the warm flesh of his fuckhole, while Ryan and I each took a nipple to suck on. "Fuck, yeah!" Victor moaned. "God, I need fucked! Find me a cock. Hole's so hungry! Fuck!" Amazingly, the water, and the walking up and downstairs, and the laying off drugs for a bit, and the Levitra, and the hot piece of beef in the sling had roused my dick a little. "Ya want my cock, boy?" I hissed in his ear. His hand drifted down to my crotch and reached inside my leather pouch. The feeling of a firm grip, from a hand that was not my own, was enough to make my dick jump. Victor pulled roughly, as my cock expanded to a respctable thickness. "Fuck, yeah, Daddy!!" he grinned. "Damn! Fuck me, man!" he pleaded. I moved to the end of the sling, placed my cockhead against his brown pucker and pushed in. Thank God he was open and loose, 'cause my party dick might not have been hard enough to split a real tight hole. "Fuck!" Victor said, smiling and staring into my eyes. The warmth of his gooey hole felt great - enough so, that I even started to get harder! The more I fucked, and the more he moaned, the harder I got! "Your ass is amazing, man," I said, enjoying a slow, steady rhythm of drilling Victor's sloppy hole. "Fuckin' slimy fuckhole, man! You like gettin' your hole worked, doncha? Like gettin' fucked in a sling? Fuckin' cockwhore!" I chanted while he nodded in agreement. Ryan was leaning against the black, plywood wall getting his cock sucked by some stranger who'd wandered in. I could see that he was regaining his hardon like me. "Hey man, " I spoke up to get his attention. "Ya wanna fuck this loose hole?" Ryan pushed the cocksucker's head off his dick and walked over to take my place at Victor's juicy slot. "Ya wanna fuck 'im? Ya wanna fuck 'im with that big dick?" I taunted him. I moved out of the way, and Ryan sank his meat deep into Victor's gut. "Oohhh, fuccckkk!" Victor moaned. The cocksucker disappeared into the darkness of the maze. When Ryan started to slow down, I motioned a time out, and we all grabbed our towels and headed back to the third floor.