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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.

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

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.

Are there activities you like sexually more than others? LIKEY (PREFERENCE) Are there certain activities that you'll participate in but don't really favor? NO LIKEY Are there activities which you simply will not participate in and there is no negotiation about it? LIMITS/ABSOLUTE NO I'm willing to bet that not a single person reading this hasn't been asked at some point: "what are you into?" or "limits?" Back in the day and before more kinks were out in the open, this used to be a way to determine if someone would bareback. Today, it's less about that and more so trying to determine if someone would fuck without a condom and more what COULD occur. And even if something could occur (say, WS), maybe you are good getting it in your ass and sprayed all over you but don't prefer swallowing it (like me!). I've learned a lot about BDSM recently, and written about it here, and that reflecting made me realize something: it is far more energizing, limit-pushing, and boundary busting when people know these limits and preferences and agree to uphold them. It actually allows you to let go of any concerns you might have that things go out of hand as opposed to worrying that something might go too far. Take the WS example: my response to the question might be "love WS" and the other person might interpret that as "I can do ANYTHING involving piss." So, while I'm blowing the guy, all of a sudden, he pulls me forward by the back of my head and starts to piss down my throat. I know why I don't like that and why I don't want to do it, but we're in a dom/sub situation and I can't speak. I have to recoil and pull myself away. Vibe on ice at this point. "I don't really like to do that. Makes my stomach upset." Nothing makes dicks hard while in the midst of hot sex like talking about an upset stomach. A more extreme example: "No Limits!" or "Anything goes!" is a common response to the "WU into?" message. Responding this way is a blank check to people and in certain social circles and sexual situations, that can be abused or at least become uncomfortable. I have twice been in such a situation - where the nature of what I thought was happening. I may have said yes to everything that transpired after but in both cases wasn't asked, didn't have the option, and was incapacitated to the point where I couldn't respond. Much of I take accountability for because I didn't establish my limits. A core principle of BDSM is communication and consent; consent requires some specificity. This is especially true in enhanced situations. And I'm not saying you should be a hardnosed teetotaler about limits and I've had really great eye-opening experiences going past them, but it's good to know where those limits are so that YOU can adjust them. I start with my list if it's anything more than anon hookup. Given there's time for an arranged hookup, good to talk about things. What I learned about writing The Trunk and the Cage was how thoughtful the 3 Doms were about the limits/preferences conversation and how it was absolutely upheld. Once I got used to what was happening, it was so much easier to know they were watching out for those limits, which made me able to let go and relax even more. And believe it or not, now that I've folded this into hookups, it's a fuckton easier to just go with the flow and enjoy it and turn-up! I have fantasies about non-consensual sex, about being pushed well beyond my limits, of being kidnapped, etc. Many of us do. And I used to say things like "No Limits!" cuz it sounds better than a bulleted list of things that are and are not okay. FUCK THAT!! Some dom top knowing exactly how far he can push me without any stress on his part makes it so much easier to FUCK ROUGH AND RAW without hesitation lingering at all. Limits and boundaries create far more potential to really push your limits. Here are my preferences and limits as of today - it's a living document...

There was a brief time I went to the bath house fairly regularly. It’s less of a hassle than grindr and you just get people who say they’re not interested instead of flakes. One night I saw a cute south asian twink who was about 5’4” and maybe 100lbs with what I assumed was his much older boyfriend. We locked eyes as I was passing by on the bathroom and we smiled at each other. I peed, washed my hands, and went to walk around some more. I walked down a hall and saw him again walking toward me and he said hi. I said hi back and stopped in front of him. He asked me if I wanted to fuck and I said yes, so he led me back to the sling room which was unoccupied. I closed the door behind us and he took off his towel and hopped in the sling, spreading his legs wide in the stirrups. He had a nice 5 inch uncut cock and a tight little ballsack. I had a little bottle of lube with me and I asked him if bare was okay. He said yes so I took off my towel and lubed up my cock. Another reason I like bathhouses. Barely a minute since I said hi to him and I’m sliding my cock bareback into a 20 year old twink. His ass opened easily for me and felt like a velvet glove. I started fucking him, asking to make sure it was okay to cum in him. He said yes and I told him he was a hot little bareback slut and a stranger twice his age was about to seed his hole. He said he loved the dirty talk and that he loved strangers filling his ass with cum so his boyfriend could fuck his cummy hole. That sent me over the edge and I blew my load into him as he jerked his own load onto his stomach. I pulled out, thanked him, went to shower and go home. It was a quick trip. The next weekend I went back on a Saturday night and it was moderately busy. I got undressed and saw there was someone at one of the glory holes so I stuck my soft cock through and immediately a mouth was on it getting me up to full mast. I let him suck me for about a minute before pulling out, wrapping my towel around my waist with my obviously hard cock tenting the towel. I walked into the maze and turned a couple corners and saw two muscle guys. I caught the eye of one of them with brown hair and he whispered to his blonde friend. His friend looked at me and nodded. The brown haired guy walked up to me and grabbed my hand and said you’re coming with us. I followed him into the sling room with his friend behind me. The blonde shut the door while the brown haired guy pushed me into the sling. They got my feet in the stirrups and the blonde put a condom on his nice 6 inch cock and lubed it while his friend started sucking my cock. I was mostly looking to top that day, but had cleaned out so I said fuck it. The blonde go between my legs and stretched me open with his condom covered cock. His friend stood by my head and opened his towel, revealing a gorgeous 7 inch cock which I immediately took into his mouth. We stayed like that for a few minutes with the blonde fucking my ass while I serviced his friend. Then the brown haired guy moved down toward the blonde, who pulled out and pulled off the condom, tossing it in a little trash can. The blonde moved up to my head and stuck his cock in my mouth. I glanced down at his brown haired friend and saw him lubing up his bare cock. He lined it up and sank his dick bareback into my ass. I nearly had a spontaneous orgasm as he bottomed out in my unprotected ass. He started railing me with his raw cock and I was in heaven as I got spit roasted by these two muscle hunks. After a few minutes the blonde pulls out of my mouth and jerked his load onto my face and in my mouth. I was licking his cum off my lips when the brown haired guy pulled out and I looked as he jerked his load onto my stomach. I was turned on but disappointed that my ass didn’t have any cum in it. They left me lying there and I got out of the sling and walked to the showers with cum on my face and rinsed off. I walked back to the maze and saw a twink getting fucked on a bench on his hands and knees by a handsome thirty-something guy. The twink shot a load onto the bench which he wiped up with his towel and said thanks to guy over his shoulder and pulled off his cock and walked off. I laughed and said that looked abrupt. The guy said whatever and pulled the condom off his cock and tossed it in the trash. I asked if he wanted to finish in me and he said sure and went to grab a condom. I told him he didn’t need that if he didn’t want it so he shrugged and got behind me as I got on my hands and knees. I felt his raw 6 inch cock slide into my already stretched hole. He grabbed my hips and started pounding my bareback hole. I told him not to pull out and a few minutes later he went balls deep and collapsed on my back. After a moment he pulled out his bare cock and ruffled my hair and walked off. I heard someone say that was hot and turned to see another thirty-something guy stroking what looked to be a nice 7 inch cock. I asked if he’d like to make a deposit as well and he said yes, so I got on my back and he got in between my legs and I took my third bare cock of the night. I started jerking off and my the time I shot my load I had my second load of the night from the fourth cock buried 7 inches deep. I went to the toilet to empty out the loads, showered and went home. About a month later I was at the bathhouse going from the steam room to the hot tub when I passed by 4 twenty-something twinks where all going to the same room. I recognized one as a guy that lived near me because I saw him on Grindr but he never responded to be, which sucked because he was hot. I figured I wouldn’t have a chance with any of them so I just went to the hot tub which was empty. I was enjoying the jets for a few minutes when all of them came and got in the hot tub with me. We struck up a conversation and the guy that I recognized was sitting next to me. I said I think we might be neighbors and he confirmed we were. As we were chatting I felt his hand on my thigh and a few moments later, I felt another hand on my other thigh from his friend who was sitting on the other side of me. My cock immediately went to full mast and eventually both of their hands were stroking my cock and balls. I returned the favor and was stroking two hard twink cocks as we were chatting. Turns out it was their first time there. One of them said they wanted to check out the glory holes, so we all got out and dried off and went over there. They looked around a bit and I asked how immersive of an experience did they want. The neighbor went up to a hole next to me and we took off our towels and put our cocks through. The other guy I was stroking in the hot tub went around the other side with the other two. After a few moments I felt a soft mouth on my cock and started getting a great blow job. My neighbor was looking at me while he was getting sucked as well so I reached over and started fingering his ass. After a few moments the mouth pulled off my cock, and I guess the others went off somewhere. My neighbor asked me if I had a room and I said yes so we went back there. As soon as I closed the door he got naked and we started making out. I couldn’t believe I was finally hooking up with this hottie. He had a boyfriend so I had to wear a condom, but I ended up fucking a load out of him. He left to go shower and I went to wander around, almost immediately running into the other guy that was jerking me off in the hot tub. He also asked if I had a room so we went back there and got naked and started making out. We got pretty hot and heavy, sucking each other and me rimming him. We were on our knees with me behind him, me kissing his neck and ears as my cock was between his legs, poking at his hole. He said we should use a condom and masks if he wanted to or we should, and he said we should. I asked him to just put it in for a minute bare and he said we should use a condom, so I grabbed one and he got on his back as I rolled it on and lubed up and slid inside him. He wrapped his legs around my back as I fucked him. After a few minutes I asked him again if I could fuck him bare just for a little bit. He again said we shouldn’t because his friends would ask him if he used a condom and he didn’t want to lie. He said it would be a different matter if the condom broke or something so I pulled out of him and pulled on the condom until it broke and gathered around the base of my dick. Oh it broke I told him, guess we’ll have to keep fucking. He laughed and said cute. I told him he could honestly tell his friends we used a condom. He looked unsure so I said look, get on your hands and knees. I lined up behind him and started rubbing my com along his crack. I grabbed his hand and guided it to the base of my cock where the condom was bunched. See I told him, you can honestly say you felt the condom. His hand held on to the base of my cock as I slowly rubbed the bare head on his crack. He moaned and then pulled forward a little bit so my cook was lined up with his hole. He pushed back and my raw cock slid into his hole. He got up on his knees and reached back and grabbed my head as I kissed his neck. Let me guess I whispered in his ear, you’re a cum slut but your friends are judgy prudes. He agreed and said it was easier when he had a boyfriend breeding him almost every day. I started jerking his cock and told him now he had to rely on the kindness of strangers. He laughed at that. A few minutes later I was about to unload in him and he said he was about to cum. I shot into his unprotected ass as his load spewed out onto the bed. After I pulled out and was pulling off the ruined condom he said he hadn’t had an orgasm like that since the last time his ex fucked him bareback.

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. When I was a kid and would occasionally be invited to a friend’s house for dinner, I always found it odd that the kids (me) were served a plate of food, portioned out for them, and there was an expectation they clean their plate. I always thought, “I didn’t choose how much was on the plate, but now I’m forced to eat everything anyway? I don’t like canned green beans!” Then there was the “May I have another/second helping?” permissive question. I could see additional food was available, was it being withheld for some reason? My mother was an amazing cook, and as a family, we tried to eat together 3-4 times a week. I miss those days before cell-phones and the internet… My mom would call up the stairs “DINNER TIME!” or during the summer she literally had an airhorn she would fire off front the front driveway, mostly for me, which told me I needed to come home for dinner. Within 10 minutes, we’d all be in the kitchen, grabbed our plates, and served ourselves. We’d occasionally prompt each other if something was new – “you should try this, you’ll like it” or “if you’re not gonna have the green beans, then you’re having…” It taught me to not let my eyes be bigger than my stomach, and also, to know when there was balance between food groups. Whatever lessons I learned from the different styles of having a family meal from my childhood, it meant absolutely nothing when it came to this experience. Balance? No. Personal choice? No. Idea what was next? No. Hunger for second helpings? Yes! Still and enduringly blindfolded, I hoped off the table and felt the plastic sheathing under my feet, slightly damp from piss. The majority of it had stayed on the table, but I could hear it start to drip down now that I wasn’t indenting the pad. My jock was soaked, my dick felt wet, my hole felt wet and cum filled, my hair was wet, my body was wet. I might as well have just jumped out of the shower or out of a pool – except it was all piss and cum from some unknown number of guys. Jacob held my bicep and started to lead me in to the living room towards the “drinks” area. “He looks like a fucking piss pig now!” and “He’s literally dripping piss all over his body” were my welcome messages, among others. It felt really strange (not in a bad way) to be blindfolded, not able to see, yet have everyone see you on full display. I determined that everyone was in the living room at that point, because there was literally no sound in the rest of the house. It was at this point that I determined that half of the people I thought were there had left…probably when I heard the door open and shut a couple of times. I didn’t know then if they were coming and going but it was clear they had left. I wanted to ask “can I have a water?” “how many people are here?” “did any of you fuck me? did any of you fuck me more than once?” “who gave me loads?” “is everyone that’s fucked me or pissed on me or whatever still here?” but I had not been spoken to or asked a question, so I just stood there. I couldn’t even make eye contact or exactly tell where people were… Ethan was in front of me. I only knew it was Ethan because he grabbed me on the shoulder and I could tell by the way he squeezed that it was just like he had done so when all of this had begun. He reached around the back of my head with the same hand, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so it was tilted towards the ceiling. “Open your mouth, Boy!” “Yes sir!” I complied and he started to pour water into my mouth…dumping water into my mouth was more accurate. I wasn’t choking but there was cold water flowing into my mouth and out of my mouth because I couldn’t swallow, hitting my face and running down my body. It was cool enough make me shiver and as it reached my jock, I felt my dick twitch a little bit, recoiling from the cold. Two or three guys came over to play with me while Ethan put the bottle to my lips and let me take normal sips of water. One guy was in front of me on his knees and had pulled my jockstrap down below my balls and got access to my dick. He started sucking on my piss-soaked dick while pulling on my balls. He’d occasionally reach back with his hand and finger my cummy hole, so I was continuing to get my hole worked. My hole at this point felt pretty wide open and ready for more. I hadn’t had anyone suck my dick this whole time…it had only been slapped and pulled. Having my dick sucked by this guys warm mouth felt amazing. I’m a verbal top and a verbal bottom – always have been. I wanted to tell the guy to “suck my dick” and any of the 10000000000 other things I could have said, but I held it all in. It created this tension in my body that made me want to cum. I had finished the water and Ethan had moved away. The two other guys had positioned themselves, one in front and one in back. Behind me, the guy had taken over ongoing duty fingering my hole, smacking my ass checks, spreading my hole with fingers, and with the other hand, squeezing my shoulders. The guy sucking my dick had moved closer to my body and had my dick deep in my mouth and the other guy seemed to be standing over him. He was working my nipples, would occasionally grab my dick and feed it to the dick sucking guy. This was another moment where there was so much happening it was hard to tell…the guy in the back would reach around and also grab my dick, or squeeze my nipples, my hair would get grabbed. I could hear Ethan and Jacob and Alex talking to the other guys, past where the drinks were and about 10-15 feet away. “Let’s get going then!” I heard Ethan say, now loud enough for me to understand what he was saying. I had never seen him do this before this time, but he clapped again, like he had done before – kind of like a coach in a locker room letting the players know it was time to take the field. There was new animation in the room and the guy on the ground took his dick off my mouth and the other two stepped back as well. It was clearly Jacob and Alex who were now side by side next to me, holding my arms. I realized I hadn’t known up to this point where Alex had been. I suppose he must have been in the living room the whole time. They turned me around, back towards where the table was but more in the direction of the metal tub. I remembered it from earlier but hadn’t thought of it in a while. If the theme of the night was watersports, and given EVERYTHING that we’d already done, what could be next that requires this tub? Alex lifted up my leg once we reached the trough and helped me get in. (Pigs at the Troff was, at that time, one of my favorite pornos and still is, so the fact that I was being put in a trough for the first time in my life was not lost on me). “Boy, down!” Jacob commanded and instinctually dropped to my hands and knees, then repositioned myself so that I could lower my body down to the floor. I realized immediately I could have done a better job, because my ass at this point was in facing the center of the tub, and I imagined that isn’t where it was supposed to be. My suspicion was reaffirmed. Ethan smacked my ass hard while Jacob grabbed my hair and pulled me to the left so as to spin me around. “How the fuck is anyone going to get to your hole that way?” Ethan said. My ass was now resting on the edge of the trough, facing outward. My head was nearly in the center of the trouble, like the minute hand on a clock. I had an ah-ha moment – more piss fucking was ahead! And it didn’t take long. With the EDM still playing and porno still playing and coming from multiple directions, I was now also surrounded on all sides by however many guys were left at this party. I could hear guys stroking their dicks, or someone else’s dick, someone was getting their dick sucked on my left. And then I felt something I had not ever felt before, and I don’t think I have since. At first, it felt like a spatula, but it had a softer edge and a harder middle – like a paddle but soft on the outside. The first smack of whatever the fuck it was definitely made me lunge forward a bit, and I was thankful that the Humbler was nowhere near me. Whoever was using this slapper thing was alternating between my ass cheeks, occasionally running the flat paddle between my cheeks and over my hole. It stopped briefly and then I heard Ethan say, “Now watch this.” The next smack of the paddle was not even as hard as they had been but shot through my body from head to toe. The next one the same thing. And the next and the next, increasing and decreasing in force. Regardless of how much force was used, the sensation was like when you would accidentally shock yourself on an outlet. Oh shit, is this some eSTIM thing? I didn’t know until the paddle was placed between my ass cheeks and the electricity was engaged. FUUUUUCK! I moaned and yelled so loud there was no way that someone out on the street wouldn’t have heard me. But the stimulation was so intense I wasn’t even making my normal involuntary sounds. Every noise that came out of me was punctuated “ah ah ah ah ah” as though I was getting pounded, presumably from the waves of electricity flowing through me. I must have looked like an epileptic freak show. I was nowhere near in the proper position anymore, my arms were flailing from side to side, I was about 50% sitting upright but thrashing my body from side to side, I kept reaching back only to have people pull my arms away…the paddle just kept moving up and down between my ass cheeks and over my hole, sending electricity in to my body. I felt like my body was moving at the speed of sound. After maybe thirty seconds, the paddle was removed. I fucking loved it but FUCK! I don’t think that’s something I could take a lot of. As I thought about it, my ass has more fat and my hole was pretty much worked so if this had been applied to another part of my body (like my dick, or nipples, or anywhere) I think I might have lost it. I could totally have seen myself cumming hands free had they continued. Before I could even fully get my body back into an ass up position, the piss started flowing. One guy pissing from in front me, the other from behind me and to the side. The hot piss felt amazing, and I was just enjoying the warmth after the cold water from before. I heard the pump of the big lube container, and someone was positioning themselves behind me, pulling my hips back so that my ass hung over the edge of the trough. The pissing from both sides continued for just a while longer while the guy behind me got his dick up to my hole and thrust his dick inside. None of the fucking I’d received up to this point had been gentle, or slow, and all of the guys had a certain love for really ramming their dicks in hard from the start. Having had all the dick I had at this point, it was much easier to take but still made me gasp as he got his dick all the way inside me. Without the gag, I was making a ton more moaning and growling noises, and completely in a sex haze, moaned out loud and in a commanding way, “Oh, fuck my hole deep with you dick! Breed my hole!” I knew instantly I had broken one of my commands and hoped that no one would care, but Ethan and Jacob both responded within seconds and Alex stepped in to the trough near my head. Ethan used the paddle to smack my ass several times and Jacob did the same on the other side of my ass with his hand. These were punishments that would leave a red mark, and it stung, even while the guy behind me continued to have his dick buried in me. Alex at the same time smacked me across my face, pulled my hair and in a way I hadn’t heard him talk up to this point, said, “You don’t fucking talk unless we talk to you. You don’t fucking speak, unless we ask you to. You understand Boy?” He put his hand over my mouth and squeezed his hand on both of my cheeks to make my mouth open, then shoved his dick in my mouth. “If you fuck up again, the next thing gagging you is not going to be enjoyable!” The guy fucking me had started fucking for real while all of this was happening and clearly was turned on by it because only about 30 seconds after, he started to grunt, “I’m gonna shoot a load in him! I’m gonna fucking cum!” And he loaded me up with a big load, I could feel it. There’s no way this could have been his second of the night, because as soon as he stopped shooting, he pulled out and I could feel cum still coming out of his dick. “I’m tapping in, man!” said another guy and he quickly replaced the dick that had just filled me full of jizz. “Oh fuck man – this hole. What a fucking slut!” He didn’t just thrust in deep but started rapid fucking me from the jump. He was breathing heavy at first but then someone put a dick in his mouth, so he was making slobbering noises on some dick while he was fucking my hole. Another stream of piss started flowing all over my back, moved up to my neck and hair, then down to my lower back. The trough at this point was meaningless as my ass was hanging over the edge, but the guy kept pissing. “Man, this pussy is so slick and wet and loose…” and the guy on the other side of the dude fucking me then started pissing on me, while I continued to get my hole pounded. The guy fucking me shoved in really deep, making me grown wildly, piss splashing on my body, held there for a second and then in ten very fast strokes after said “Take my load you fucking piss pig! Take that fucking load.” And he buried his dick in me and shot his load, the other guy almost simultaneously finishing his piss shower on my body. “DAMN! I could fuck shit like this every day! Nasty piss pig! You like that Boy?” I had been grunting and moaning so much I didn’t even realize he was talking to me. He smacked my ass, still inside of me. “I asked you a fucking question. Did you like that Boy!” “OH MY GOD, fuck yes sir! The loads and the piss and fucking …. Fuck! It feels so good!” I was nearly incoherent. This was another moment where the blindfold really amplified the experience – I didn’t really have a sense of being on the ground, I kind of felt like I was floating my body didn’t feel like it was completely in physical form… “Thank you, sir. I feel fucking great.” The guy pulled out of my hole and at this point, there wasn’t anything I could do to stop cum from flowing out with his dick. My hole was still keeping most of it in, but I could tell my hole was covered on the outside. “Let me get at that!” and very quickly after the last guy had pulled out, I had another dick in me. He took almost no time to come at all and I’m pretty sure it was the same guy who had just pissed on me. There’s something hot about these types of group situations where, as time goes by, everyone gets so jacked up and horny that when they finally get in, they just can’t wait to shoot! He was not wanting to wait. He also fucked me fast, alternating between a lot of shallow thrusts and occasionally pushing in deeper. No more than 30 seconds later he shot his load in me and stayed still for about another 30 while he too gave me what felt like a giant load. He pulled out and said something along the lines of “I know you’ll enjoy that one! Good job Boy!” I heard some action over at the drinks station and just lay there coated with piss, cum-filled hole, cum-sloppy hole on the outside. I didn’t have a clue if that was it, who was still there, or whether I should move, so I just stayed still. I heard someone to my right exhale and then felt another strong stream of piss hit my body and move up to my head. “Move forward Boy and get in the middle more.” I did that. He pissed all over my body, targeted my hole, and kept pissing, finally relieving himself. The guys were all away from the trough it seemed at this point – drinking water or cocktails or whatever, and I just stayed there on my knees, body lowered down, my head on my hands. Ethan, talking to the group said, “Good?” and a combination of “Yeah, man” “Fuck yeah” and “For sure!” were the responses. “If any of you wanna rinse off really quick, the bathroom is through the kitchen. Towels are on the counter.” I heard one or two people proceed that way. The remainder (and it was still very unclear to me how many there were) seemed to go to the other side of the living room. I heard what sounded like a belt buckle, and just other sounds of people getting dressed. “Thanks for coming!” coinciding with what sounded like a high five, and I heard two or three people move past me, towards the door. “Nice job Boy! That was fucking hot!” one said. And the door opened and they left. Ethan grabbed my shoulders in his signature way and told me to sit up. He tossed a towel over my shoulder. “How you doing, Boy? You feeling good?” “Is it over? I feel amazing! I am…….I am….I dunno. That was fucking hot! I…” “Shhhhhh! Enjoy it. You made us proud. You did good, Boy!” Jacob and Alex were there, their hands on my body in various places. This time, it wasn’t dominant touching, but stabilizing. They were holding me in place, helping me re-establish my footing reassuring me, and even thanking or congratulating me. The guys from the bathroom were back, dressed fairly quickly, and while moving past me stopped to say to Ethan, Jacob and Alex, “That was hot! So good! Thanks for having us! Let us know if there’s other stuff going down.” “Will do, thanks for coming,” said Ethan. Jacob chimed in “Yeah, you guys were great!” I didn’t know how these two guys were different than the others – I’d have to think about that – but I did get the sense that they were a couple. One of the guys turned towards me, based on the sound of his voice, and said “Boy, you put in the work! You’re a hot fuck and a good nasty pig! Hope we see you again!” “Thank you, sir!” The door opened, they walked out. It was just me and the Doms. Jacob had his hand around my waist and Alex had his hand on my upper back. Ethan was standing in front of me. “Alright, Boy! You wanna take a shower and get ready to relax?” “Yes sir, and sir, can I ask for something else?” “Sure” “Could I get some more water and maybe something to eat after I shower? I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m a bit hungry now that I’m now getting filled, sir!” “We’re way ahead of you! Go clean up.” Before going to the bathroom, Jacob and I stopped in the kitchen and sat at the table. He set a turkey sandwich directly on the table, a yogurt, and a bottle of water. “Eat this!” He grabbed my hand and placed it on the sandwich. They were not giving me any rewards via the food. Ethan loved really good food, and so the fact that I had eaten unseasoned chicken and rice out of a bowl earlier, and was now served a dry turkey sandwich, a plain yogurt, and a warm bottle of water seemed like a deliverable show of power and control. I ate it quickly, mostly because I was hungry and because there was nothing worth savoring. “Let’s go!” Jacob grabbed me by my arm and led me across the kitchen to the bathroom. He shut the door. Immediately, he reached around the back of my head and unfastened the blindfolded, removed it, and tossed it on the counter. I had only briefly, vaguely seen Jacob in my peripheral vision when Ethan had taken off my blindfold in the kitchen. At that time, I was barely able to see to see his mouth and his grin. I had no idea what his hair color was, what his body looked like…anything…until this moment. Up until this point he was someone I had smelled, touched and felt inside me but still a somewhat imaginary figure in my brain. The blindfold came off and he was standing right in front of me, smiling, one of his hands resting on my shoulder. He was many ways like Ethan – he had this kindness and compassion that just sort of flowed from his eyes and his smile and his body language. It was what I felt he had been all along, even in the most intense moments of the last many hours of this day. “I’m not supposed to do this, but I’m going to…” and he leaned in and kissed me, and we made out intensely for about a minute before he pulled himself back. “Ethan told you about the punishments and I wanted to show you the reward. You were a champ, J.” It was the first time I had been referred to as something other than Boy. It was the first time I was able to see in a long time. And it felt like true connection – much like I had felt with Ethan, Jacob and Alex from the beginning. But in that moment, it deepened. Not just with Jacob but with Ethan and Alex as well. (NOTE: I don’t recall if I teared up in that moment, but flash forward to writing this, I had tears flowing…) Jacob kept smiling then got down to remove jock, cockring, and ball stretcher. He pulled the harness off over my head. He walked to the shower and turned on the water. “Take your time. We’re just going to chill in the living room for the rest of the night. But you’re back in Boy mode the minute I come back, okay?” He seemed to acknowledge that we had a moment that wasn’t quite in the script. “Yes, sir.” “And don’t worry, Ethan wasn’t kidding, you’ll be seeing this jockstrap again.” He shut the door and I got into the shower. I stood there for a bit and bizarrely wished I had been blindfolded. It was as though seeing everything around me – the walls, the sink, the glass, the toilet – was distracting me from what I was feeling at that moment. Being able to see was actually more disorienting than being blindfolded. It felt like a shift from the last time I had been able to see without the blindfold, where I was still searching for clues and visuals to orient me. Now, I was hoping my vision would be blocked so I could see clearly again. I felt so many things and couldn’t really name it – energized and tired, overwhelmed and calm, horny and serene (my dick was literally throbbing at this point), excited, curious, filled with anticipation… And I felt this other thing…which I would never have expected to have felt…given what had just happened and how it had happened…but I felt loved, appreciated and worthy. And I felt safe. And I felt honored and respected. I finished showering and Jacob came back in almost immediately with some clothes. I was toweling off and he grabbed the towel and wiped down my back. He gave me some loose-fitting pajama pants and a white wifebeater and some socks. “I’m just warning you – you’re gonna have plenty of rest and sleep every day, Boy, but this is probably the most comfortable it will be tonight.” He put some toothpaste and a toothbrush down on the counter. “Brush your teeth, Boy. I’ll wait!” “Yes sir!” He had switched back in to Alpha Dom. I brushed my teeth and he then put a new blindfold on me. It was soft and very comfortable, like a sleeping mask but more “BDSM” flavor. “Time to relax before your bedtime, Boy!” We walked back to the living room and Jacob stopped me directly in front of where Ethan and Alex were standing. I was guessing we were in the couch area. They all gave me shoulder squeezes, rubbed me in various places, softly on my dick. It was so relaxing compared to everything else. “You really did great today, Boy! There’s a lot more to come! Jacob and I are gonna hang here with you here for a bit, Alex has to go home, and then you get a reward tonight for doing so well...you get to sleep on the couch!” I could feel myself relax and getting sleepy already. I wondered, if my reward was sleeping on the couch, then...where else would I sleep? The Cage? “Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir, Alex, sir.” Alex patted me on the head a few times. “Sleep well, you’re gonna need it!” Alex left the house, presumably to go home. Ethan and Jacob guided me to the center of the couch and there was a pillow partially on Jacob’s lap where my head would go, and Ethan grabbed my legs and put them across his. They spread the same blanket over me as earlier. It felt like Jacob and Ethan had similar pajama pants on as well as wifebeaters. It all felt very…calm, casual, cozy, comfortable. Some show started playing on TV, I couldn’t really tell what it was. Jacob was running his fingers through my hair, rubbing my head and occasionally squeezing my earlobe or running his finger around the edge of my ear and lips. Ethan was massaging and squeezing my feet with his identifiable firm touch occasionally, moving his hand all the way up my leg while Jacob moved his hand all the way down to meet Ethan’s. It was completely different than the energy of the past many hours, and yet the connection that I felt two the two of them specifically felt the same. We didn’t talk about the day. It was too fresh and I think everyone was tired. “Good night, Boy!” “Good night, Sir. Good night, sir!” I lay there and fell asleep fast. I don’t remember either of them getting up or leaving the couch or how long they stayed there with me. I slept so deeply and don’t recall the dreams I had that night, but I do remember having very vivid dreams. Day one was over. The next morning... I heard a car door shut out on the street in the front of the house, perhaps in the neighbor’s driveway. I woke up and opened my eyes, only to realize I was still blindfolded. I was a bit dazed, wondering where I was, a bit in disbelief that the last day had happened. I could hear someone in the kitchen and I could smell…something breakfast-like cooking. Toast and sausage maybe? I heard Ethan, “Boy, you can take your blindfold off for a minute. There is water and a note for you to read on the table. Drink the water. And then do what the note says, Boy! Don’t try to look around, I’m watching. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” I removed the blindfold, and on the table was a bottle of water, and a piece of paper folded in half. On the outside it said “Boy.” I drank the bottle of water quickly. I’d had one before bed too, but was still thirsty and also really needed to pee. I finished the water, then picked up the note. “Clothes off. Blindfold on. Go to bathroom. Shut door. Blindfold off. Jockstrap on. Inside shower. Boy, down!” There wasn’t a single humanizing word to be found. I did was told, and after stumbling to find my way to the bathroom, shut the door. The jockstrap from yesterday was on the counter. It was still just a little bit damp. I followed directions, got in the shower, got in to position and the door opened and I could already tell it was Ethan and Jacob. “Are you ready for Day 2, Boy?” “I am so fucking ready, sir! Let’s fucking go!”

This is my 1st person account of a set of events and one core event in which I was a primary participant. I think I’ve done a good job at being correct, truthful, and honest, and told the story to the best of my ability in a way that reflects those days in 2010. One week after the core event concluded, Jason (Ethan in the story), Jacob, Alex and I went to dinner to debrief on the experience and make sure we were in a positive space with each other. There was no reason to feel otherwise. We were all happy and hugged as I departed the house at the end of the 6 days. (If you want to know more about the Writing Approach, I've detailed that here.) We had a wonderful dinner. I learned that this all came about because Jason had dated Jacob for a while, who had long ago dated Alex – this is how they one day accidentally came together and started talking about this idea. They were all huge BDSM fans and had the skills, money, and organizing skills to pull off something like this. At the dinner, we all had such amazing smiles on our face, we were laughing, and smiling, they told me some of the things that hadn’t quite gone to their plan – like the piss party on night one which was intended to be invite only but turned in a free-for-all (I didn't know what was supposed to happen one way or the other). Don't worry, The Dominants took care of the situation and things were solved by the next day. I don’t know who said it, but as four intelligent thoughtful introspective gay men sat around a table, someone asked “so, did we learn anything?” I remember responding almost instinctively and saying “I need more time to process that. I learned that when you can’t see, a lot can go on in your head. I built trust with you guys. It’s deeper than that, but I can’t talk about it right now cuz I don’t have the words.” I’m sad I responded that way because I think I mentally shut down thinking about the event ever again in a deeper way, until writing this. I wish I could call Jason, Jacob, and Alex and talk to them so many years later about what they remember, share with them what I’ve written, and reconnect. Sadly, 4 months after that dinner, Jason committed suicide. Underlying the suicide was the tragic and unexpected death of both his mother and father and his untreated depression and other undiagnosed but compounding mental challenges. He was a kind, funny, brilliant, compassionate, multi-faceted confidant sex pig. He knew his kinks and sexuality were outside of the “norm” and he embraced it and showcased it with pride. I didn’t know until after he died that when I went out with him on that date, my friends were all like “this is either gonna be a match made in heaven, or there gonna kill each other with dildos.” I’m gonna go with heaven...but with dildos...but no killing. 🙂 Also sadly, about 2 years after that dinner, Jacob died in a car accident caused by a drunk driver. The day I found this out was the last time I spoke to Alex. He was never a social media person even in those early days, I attempted to find him and have so far not been able to. So, this story will remain mine to tell, and as much as writing this down has given me joy, it reminds me of the loss of three people with whom I share a unique experience of significance in my life. An experience that cannot be duplicated and will never be replaced. For years I have jokingly talked about this experience as a “crazy date” and “the week I got locked in a dog cage” with friends and family. I've talked with gay people and straight people, those within the fringe sex community and those that aren't. Some of my straight friends will say sometimes when referring to a bad experience “at least you didn’t get locked in a dog cage.” In writing this, I recognized how much I had suppressed about the actual experience and how much calling it the "dog cage date" dramatically oversimplified and even disrespected the time that we shared. I think I have some unaddressed trauma over the loss of two of the three people, and the disappearance and disconnection from the third which occurred shortly thereafter. I’m choosing to tell the story and what that experience taught me and do so in a narrative fashion. I am thankful for Jason, Jacob, and Alex for their thoughtfulness creating this experience and including me. For thinking of what we learn about ourselves in every situation, even if it’s a really charged sexual experience. For keeping me safe, giving me the ability to experience things in a different way than I had ever in the past sexually – even if the activity were the exact same. This is for you, appropriately posted on a site called “Breeding Zone” which seems incredibly fitting – on the edge of sexuality, pushing boundaries, having fun, and always making sure the submissive bottom gets “many many many many loads.” Much love. PART 1 HERE

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.

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.

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

Author's Note: If you are starting this journey, I highly highly highly encourage you to start with the Sorrowful Author's Note. This could have easily been the first chapter or an Epilogue, but because I wrote it raw and not as a narrative, I chose to include as a note instead. Please read it. It will help to explain some things through the course of the next many chapters. It was late spring 2010 in Seattle. I was 31 at the time, 5’10”, 170lbs, athletic and fit and a very active and competitive cyclist. I was in great shape physically and mentally. I kept myself very well groomed – cropped haircut that looked both professional and casual, clean shaven. I dressed like a modern professional at work, and an early 30s modern gay in my downtime. I had a beautiful condo overlooking Lake Union, and close connections with friends and family. I looked very much like the boy next door who had grown up and into a successful career after his time at university and lived a comfortable city life. I worked along with 130,000 other people, and a large percentage of other Seattle gays at one of Seattle’s largest companies. “The Company” Because so many of the Seattle gay social scene worked at my company and a couple others, it meant we drank, dated, partied, clubbed, fucked, and socialized with many of the same people inside and outside of work. Everyone knew everyone, or knew someone who had slept with someone who had once dated someone…and someone always knew something about someone who had once dated the person you were interested in. There were entire blogs written by gay Seattle under pseudonyms sharing the juicy details about events or parties of all kinds, or take-down sites that shared rumors to avenge a grudge. It was Gossip Girl, Gay Seattle style. Appearance wise and professionally, I was a catch. I was involved in the gay social circles, but I was also somewhat of a pariah. By this time in 2010, I had been out of the closet for over 15 years and had had more bareback sex than probably fifty of the people I knew combined. I hooked up regularly with people off Craigslist and frequented Club Z and Basic Plumbing. I was known for liking “dirty” things like wearing harnesses, using dildos, and piss. Over the course of the years, all of this had become part of my persona that people talked about with everyone else but me. I honestly didn’t really care. There was nothing I could do to erase what they believe they knew, and regardless of how they got their information about me, a lot of it was true. But that didn’t mean they liked it. It did make any attempts at dating futile. Despite being adamantly against condom-sex and having a strong appetite for non-“vanilla” sex, first dates for me often involved overcoming rumors and perceptions. “Do you really bareback?” “You go to Club Z, isn’t that place just all people with HIV doing drugs?” I wasn’t even positive at this point. First dates spent explaining these things are a clear indicator things aren’t going to work. So I focused on what I knew I did well and really liked doing…sex. My kind of sex. I was still active socially, but instead of accepting date invites or asking guys out, I’d go home and cook dinner, find some dick on Craigslist, get a load, and go to sleep………… ----------------------------- I hadn't met Ethan before, and we didn't have any work interaction at "the company.” I would come to find out that we also had very few friends in common, which was a rare thing for those that were gay in Seattle AND worked at the company. We were both asked by our separate organizations to work on a special cross-company project along with several others and started having daily multi-hour project meetings and working sessions that would last past dinnertime. I thought he was attractive, and we didn’t need to tell each other we were gay. We were as flirty as you can be in a professional environment in front of colleagues by our second day on the project. Ethan was a presence. He was 6’4” – muscular but still had a softness to his lines and contours. His arms were muscly. He had a trim waste, big chest, big butt and thighs. He had a cropped haircut of very dark almost black hair. He had a great smile filled with shocking white teeth contrasting with his light but still olive complexion. He dressed like a well dressed Italian – fitted shirts and polos, expensive jeans and fitted pants. He was funny and told amazing jokes, was polite and kind with his words. He had the type of confidence that you love to see in people…not ever bordering on arrogant but secure in himself. We hit it off and at the end of the second week of the project, we decided to drive back to the city and go have a drink. The palpable sexual energy grew while he rubbed my leg while sitting next to each other on bar stools. At the end of round one he had migrated his hand all the way to right between my legs and underneath my balls and we had kissed briefly. We drove back to his place and had really amazing sex. Ethan had a really nice dick – big enough to be notable compared to others. It was like the perfect dick. It was a Goldilocks dick. I didn’t give a shit about where we were going as a couple but I’m going to do everything to remain friends… He had been behind me eating my hole and then suddenly there was lube slathered across my hole. He moved very quickly and the very next thing I knew, his dick was pushing against the center of my hole playfully. And then in one aggressive and committed move, he pushed his dick all the way in and kept pushing until my hole was wrapped around the base of his dick. I moaned and squirmed a bit – that was not a typical maneuver for most tops so it was completely unexpected. He settled into a normal rhythm of fucking me, occasionally smacking my ass, and occasionally pulling his dick all the way out and shoving it back in. I could feel my hole being worked and stretched and I was moaning and asking him for more. Over probably 25 minutes, he came three times back-to-back inside of me. I could feel each one as his dick twitched and he gave extra power to thrust deep inside me to bury his load. He eventually pulled out and before I could move from my hands and knees position to lay down, he started working my hole with his fingers. Before I knew it he had all five fingers in my hole and was working to get his hand deeper inside me. He kept going for over 10 minutes until I was comfortable up to the widest part of his hand. He continued to work but after many minutes of this we stopped, both of us exhausted. We collapsed side by side. “That was fucking awesome. It was fucking hot being inside you.” “Damn dude, that was one helluva fuck! I can’t believe you came three times!” “It’s a curse. Even when I jerk off I cum multiple times! So, I fucked you raw. Sorry about that. I’m not a condom guy. I’m negative and don’t have any STDs.” “Dude, I only fuck without a condom. It’s fine with me. Me too on the test results. I want you to do that when we fuck again!” He grabbed my hand and rolled to his side to look at me. We both looked like two gays who just had amazing sex. A sheen of sweet across our bodies, hair disheveled, smiling. “So no condoms. Yeah, I really hate them. I know it’s not a popular opinion but…ah well! I got a lot of unpopular opinions. I don’t share them all that much because Seattle gays are so fucking judgy!” We talked a bit about the Seattle gay scene and being part of it, but also outsiders as well. We had a real connection in that way. “So what else do you like to do…like…in terms of sex and fucking?” We talked for about an hour about all the things we had in common sexually and shared some interesting stories from our past. We got along great on a multitude of levels……………………….. ----------------------------- Over the next several weeks, we continued to hook up but I wouldn’t say either of us thought of it as dating. In fact, frequently we’d get together after the gym after work, fuck, and then go out to sushi or a restaurant after. It was effortless. We had an obvious attraction for each other, but we were not forcing things in to a “dating” or “relationship” box. We hooked up at work a few times – I’d go to his building or he’d come to mine, or we’d meet somewhere on campus. He’d also occasionally send me “dares” via instant message. “I dare you to piss in a coffee cup and then carry it around with you to meetings for the rest of the day” or “Go jerk off in the bathroom on to your hand and send me a picture of you eating it.” I completed all of the dares. It was nice to have a friend I had things in common with that I could be myself around and also have great sex with……………………………………………… ----------------------------- About three months after our first “date,” the company announced a special “bonus” for all employees – a full week paid week off. Different organizations would have different weeks, but Ethan and I would come to find out that our organizations had the same week assigned for our bonus week. We hadn’t talked the week prior to the “bonus week” because I think everyone was scrambling to get stuff done so we could enjoy the time off. I had planned on staying home, doing projects around the house, seeing family…. just relaxing. That became boring by Saturday mid-day when I got a call from Ethan. “What are you up to?” It was a beautiful late spring day, blue skies, warm but not hot. He invited me over to his house to have some drinks outside on the deck. He had a beautiful hose overlooking the water. I started to change clothes and was about to leave but stopped at the door and decided I should douche just in case. I didn’t think this was a bootie call but it’s better to be prepared than sorry. I got to Ethan’s and he opened the door and he walked towards me, wrapped his big arms around me, and lifted me off the ground and spun around on his front porch. He was in a very good high energy mood, and it was palpable. He made some vodka sodas and after a few rounds, shooting the shit, we both had a nice buzz. He came back with one more around and after setting them down walked behind my chair and started squeezing my shoulders repeatedly. His touch was firm and penetrating, but not painful. My body was already tingling. He then reached over further and ran both his hands down the front of my torso, continuing his hand all the down until he reached the waist of my jeans. The pressure of his hands was again firm and penetrating and I felt amazing. My dick was rock hard and I wanted nothing else but to get naked and climb on to his dick. He stood back up and walked to his chair and sat down, looking over at me. “I really like that we can talk about all the things we talk about. I don’t get to do that with many people. They’re either freaked out, intimated, scared, or part of the ‘safe only’ crowd.” I could relate. “Trust me, I get it. I don’t even get to talk about stuff like this because half the time, people have already heard about me from someone else.” “So, you really like…?” (he listed out a bunch of the stuff we had talked about) “Yeah, really, I do. I wish I had more of it. Sometimes it’s hard enough to find someone to fuck without a condom, let alone piss on you…as an example.” “Totally. I just keep being up front about it and fuck the judgy assholes………so………how do you feel about like bondage, restraints, gags, things like that. I know we talked a little about it but are you in to it?” I told him how I had restraints, harnesses, gags, restraints myself but only rarely used them during longer fuck sessions. Ethan told me he liked using them as often as possible. “Can I show you something? Come with me and take a look at this.” We entered the house and walked into the living room. Tucked in to an alcove you wouldn’t see unless you stood in the living room (which I’d not done on previous visits) was this MASSIVE black trunk. It appeared to be covered in leather, had silver hardware and handles, and was just massive in size. At least two people could sit inside. Covered with embossed black leather with silver hardware and handles, filling the entire width of the alcove and approximately 4 feet tall. It was massive. It was a beautiful statement piece and was strangely very different than the rest of the furniture I’d seen at his house. “That thing is huge. Where did you get it?” He had purchased it when a famous hotel in New York had closed several years prior. It was one of the statement pieces they had in their lobby. He opened the trunk. I was speechless and stood there with my hand raised to cover my mouth, eyes wide trying to take in everything in front of me. Inside, and very neatly organized, were an array of all things “sex” - dildos, buttplugs, anal beads. All types of restraints and harnesses, ball gags, different types of rope, chains, locks. There was a thing I would learn was called "the humbler" which looked like a symmetrical paddle with a hole in the middle. There was some plastic tubing and a box shaped “bucket.” Nipple clamps, cockrings, ball stretchers. There was a control panel with dials and a cord next to a ziplock bag of smaller cords which I assumed had to be some fancy eStim device. It wasn't just like he had one of some of these items, he had multiple. And it was so meticulously organized. You probably couldn't go into a sex store and find as much inventory. We were standing side by side and he grabbed my shoulder and squeezed. “Whadya think?” He seemed genuinely excited to show it to me and hear my response. My eyes were wide because I was taking it all in, I had a grin on my face. I was impressed and said so to Ethan: "This is really fucking impressive. You have like EVERYTHING! And it's all so organized. All my gear is in a duffle back in the closet and every time you want anything you have to dump the whole bag out and scrounge around on the floor just to find a cockring! I'm jealous!" "Don't be jealous! (he switched gears really quick) I thought maybe we could carve out some time to work on our deliverables sometime this week even though we're not working. What do you have going on this week...anything?" "Not a damn thing - I don't want to do anything that I thought I would tackle so I'm probably just gonna watch TV and play XBOX." "So no family anything, no dates, no meet ups with friends?" (I remember thinking he was asking for a lot of specificity but it didn't alarm me...Ethan was a business analyst so his job is to probe for details. But the change in focus from sex toys to my week-off schedule was abrupt. In retrospect, I understood his interest for my full week’s schedule.) "Nope!" "Cool, well, you wanna have some fun and play with some of this shit. You cool with a little Dom/Sub action? I'll be the Dom since you don't know what half this shit is probably." "Fuck yeah! This is hot as fuck. Are you gonna fuck me full of cum again too? I want some more of that." "Hell yeah, trust me, you'll get plenty of cum." (to be continued .... as of the date of publication 12/27/2025 - 22 additional Parts have been written with a plan for 18 more)

NOTE: This posting is not part of the retelling/story. It is meant to explain the approach taken to write the story - "how the sausage gets made." If you want sex, check out the posts labeled "PART # - XXXX" When I sat down to begin writing the story of the 6-days I spent as the Submissive to three Dominants ( as well as many others who would come and go throughout that time), I honestly thought it was going to be as easy as the other stuff I’ve written. Even those write-ups/stories I did very close to the end of things happening, my memories of this time back in 2010 felt strong enough to me that I felt I could write about them reliably. It was only after I began thinking back and trying to walk myself through the weeks/months leading up to it, and the short time I cover after it occurred, that I realized how much I had not thought about in a long time, and how vivid those memories because so quickly once I started to jog my memory. It felt almost like I was there again, in those rooms, wearing the gear, feeling, smelling, touching… If you read the Sorrowful Author’s Note, you’ll know that the only three people knowledgeable about everything that went on, including the planning, cannot be contacted – two died, and one disappeared himself (my belief). So I had no one I could contact to validate my memory, which was inherently different because 1) I couldn’t see most of the time, 2) I had no idea what was happening moment to moment and 3) as a central role as the only Sub, my experience was inherently different than everyone else. I think my different experience and the loss of three friendships afterwards caused me to bury this a little bit. Anyway, I wanted to make sure that I was telling this story, documenting my approaches, testing my memory, and being forthright when I just didn’t know something. The following outlines some of the approaches I took in writing this that helped me make sure I was a reliable storyteller for you, the reader. Hope you enjoy, Boy WRITING PRINCIPLES & GUARDRAILS: “The Trunk and the Cage” takes place in 2010, over 15 years ago. only other primary characters who can corroborate, refute, or clarify what’s written are either dead or disappeared. As I began to write, I knew I had to establish some “ground rules” for how I would portray the event. I had some questions I knew would come up. How would I deal with things that were unclear to me because of my role in the event? How would I convey dialog – much more than what I wrote was said, but how would I choose what to include and what not to? Was I comfortable with telling a story with so many others involved, three of whom I knew closely, without them checking me? I used the following principles as tests against writing to ensure that this was a piece of historical event-based storytelling versus a complete work of fiction: 1. Use of “best memory” standard – similar to the legal “best evidence” rule. The story as told here reflects the events and communications that took place to my best recollection. Where unsure, I record this in the writing with phrases like “I don’t remember” or “I don’t know.” I believe what is written is a true telling of my perspective on this event, to the best of my recollection. 2. Added details to support sexual storytelling – no one measured each other’s dicks; I don’t know people’s exact heights or weights. Some of the gear and toys I never saw, only felt, so I make some assumptions based on what I’ve seen since and my other senses. Some details have been added based on my best guess of reality and making all attempts to avoid exaggeration. 3. Describing the other participants – in recounting these parts of the story, I have no way of identifying these people, even as “the white guy with short hair” or “the black dude wearing the blue sweater.” I could not see anything. When important I’ll do my best to distinguish these other participants. There were plenty of times where other than my three Doms, I couldn’t tell if it was one person (e.g.) fucking me, then a different person, or the same person again. 4. Acceptance of 1-party point of view – it is impossible for me to bring back Jason (Ethan) and Jacob from beyond the grave to speak about this experience, and as I note in the Author’s Note, I’ve attempted to reach out to Alex throughout the years and have never been able to find him. There is no way for me to confirm my 1st party account with anyone else. Understanding how lack of corroboration can make stories or reports less trusted, I’ve accepted that whether people believe this to be true and accurate, or if they don’t, I’m still happy for the work that I did. 5. Dialog – to the best of my memory, much of what is written as dialog in the story is similar to what the various conversations were through the days. It would be impossible for me to remember these conversations exactly, but as I wrote the chapters I was able to go back in my mind and remember certain phrases, ways each of the people involved spoke (things they’d say frequently, their tone), I remember “Boy” being used a lot. It is impossible for me to remember all this, but the various conversational interludes were significant because I wasn’t spoken to very often so times when there were conversations were significant. 6. Descriptions of Physical Environment – Because I was blindfolded the majority of the time, it’s impossible for me to say exactly how things looked or were positioned. I know what the layout of the floor of the house looked like and where furniture and other items were. For the “events” I was often led around if there were changes made to the house and told what had changed. But I never saw it. For the purposes of the story, I wrote based on my other senses and the descriptions given to me during walkthroughs. RECURRING ELEMENTS / THEMES / ETC There is a separate post which overviews the main characters of the story, including myself, the Dominants, the Others, etc. This section deals with how I approached some other “characters” in the story – like time, the role of sensory deprivation, the parties, the “structure” of the days, etc. Early on, even on Day 1, I had a strong sense already that this had been planned and orchestrated with great detail. It didn’t feel like it wasn’t flexible or fluid, though I’m sure some things like the parties had to be centered around a start and end time. But I did get the sense that the sequence of events, what needed to happen, who was responsible, and how it would get done were very well thought through. It was about Day 3 when I started to really feel like I had a sense of what was happening in which order, even though the “what” constantly changed. So, to that end, the planning and orchestration is probably another character that deserves to be discussed, but I was not privy to any of it and have no information to share. That will have to be a mystery. SENSORY DEPREVATION – VISION I will continue to reflect on the important role this played. It’s one thing to close your eyes for a short period of time, like when playing Hide-N-Go-Seek. It’s another entirety to have completely blacked out vision for hours at a time while in an environment you’re not controlling and unsure of what to expect. I truly believe this is what makes the memories so tangible and real to me even to this day – my other senses filled in the gaps my blindness left behind, and in many ways made the experience more vivid. Except for maybe a total of 1 hour during the course of 6 days, I was blindfolded by heavy duty dark out blindfolds. Even when not blindfolded, I was faced towards a wall or corner and told not to look around. This played a significant role in my experience: 1. Spatial orientation – initially, I was completely unable to navigate any space without holding on to a wall. This lessened as time went on. The space would change daily, however, and I wasn’t able to see how things had changed, rather I was given a verbal walk through of the space and had to re-figure it out. 2. Sense of Day or Night – I was unable to see if it was daylight or nighttime. And also, being without a clock, the passage of time wasn’t guessable because I simply couldn’t tell how much light (or dark) was in the sky. 3. Identification – though not as critical for me, my inability to identify any characteristics of the anonymous gusts or randoms gave me no information at all. Also, there were objects, toys, gear that I never saw either. In some cases, I could distinguish items or the material it was made of – metal feels one way, plastic and other synthetics have their own feel, leather has a unique tactile quality as well. I cannot be absolutely sure that I’m right, though, because I never saw many things. Eliminating my ability to see created significant challenges initially. It also caused me to increase the use of my hearing, touch, and smell to offset what I did not get via visual stimulus. I also believe that the reason my memories of this experience are so vivid is because they are not based on the “cheap trick” of sight. When we use sight to form the memory, it is because the most powerful by default. When you record memory based on multiple additional senses integrated to form the memory, it inherently is more powerful. SENSORY DEPREVATION – TIME Awareness of what time it is, how much time has elapsed, the expected duration of activities … these play a considerable role in our experiences on a day-to-day basis. Depriving me of my sense of sight meant that I could not see if it was daytime or nighttime, nor could I see any clocks if there were any. This created a weird mental morphing of time. Some short duration things felt long, some long duration things felt short. There was a general sense to the beginning, middle, and end of each day. · Morning to Mid-Day: Each day began with Boy being moved to the shower to receive the piss from the Dominants as they began their day. This was followed by breakfast. · Mid-Day: Another meal, followed by “free play” where I was allowed to stand upright and move around the living room. I then took a nap in my cage or on the couch. · Evening to Late Night Bed: Boy was prepared for the party of the evening including preparing any gear, toys, or accessories needed. · After Party to Bed: Boy was relieved of his party specific duties and gear, allowed to wash himself, and prepare for bed. The Dominants and Boy would then frequently watch some TV on the couch until Boy was put to bed. Throughout, there were structured training sessions, physical training, hypnosis, additional sensory deprivation, training with various sexual implements, and other activities chosen by the Dominants. Visits by the Randoms also occurred throughout this time. REINFORCING THE TRAINING – THE PARTIES Every night, the Dominants hosted an invite-only theme-based event which included 5 to 7 (my guess) anonymous guests, who the Dominants had somehow selected. Each night’s party had a theme. Night one, for example, was about watersports. Night 4 was fisting. The final night was “anything goes.” You can read about them as they unfold. Each day’s training, as well as the cumulative impact of the prior days training, were meant to prepare the Boy for that night’s party. For the fisting party, as an example, that day’s training focused on full insertion of the hand in to the Boy, and finding any additional ways to make progress by that night. The previous days training had focused on his stretching and elasticity, and his mental focus to loosen his hole muscles. The Boy arrived at the event a very inexperienced fisting bottom – it would not have been possible for him to arrive at the fisting “party” and take a first at all without the prior days training. All that is to say that, all of the training throughout the days led me to be able for the parties, and the parties increased in challenge in so much as it wasn’t just about an unfamiliar or intense activity (heavy watersports, which requires little physical training) as being fisted – where I needed to have worked on mental and physical conditioning prior. The one question I have that will never be answered though – if I hadn’t been ready on Night 4 for the fisting party – if things hadn’t gone to plan, what would have happened? Would they have changed the theme (presumably the guests were interested in fisting and may not be interested in something else)? Would they have cancelled the event entirely? Would they have forced me to endure (I don’t think so)? I don’t know what contingency planning they had built in. I felt very comfortable with each of the parties and when I learned what the night’s focus was going to be, I felt confident in my ability to play my role. The only thing I found lingering in my brain over and over was simply that I didn’t know who the other people were that I was having the “party” with – and I never will. I give great credit to Jason, Jacob and Alex though – however they selected these people, it was a low drama and comfortable experience. (With the exception of the first night where there was a little issue that got corrected.) REGARDING PHOTO / VIDEO ARTIFACTS The Dominants were insistent with other participants that no phones be allowed in the house during the event, and I believe either Alex and Jacob were responsible for briefly frisking people and they were vigilant about monitoring my surroundings. Therefore, I don’t believe any photos were taken. I also don’t believe that Jason, Jacob, or Ethan took photos of me at any point, though in our consent conversation I told them I was okay with it, just as long as it was only them, and we reviewed them together and only under mutual agreement would we share them. In our debrief dinner, nothing about any photos or videos were discussed. Beyond that, in 2010, camera phones that could do both pics and vid did exist, but the quality of the images was poor if not shot under the most ideal conditions – and these were not those conditions. Moreover, most people did not back up to the cloud so lots of photos got lost, and social media was new enough there weren’t really any places to share anything other than texting. So my belief is that even if some pics/vids of those nights existed, they are probably now long-gong digital dust. SAFETY & USE OF SUBSTANCES: · Any time there was anyone else but Jason, Jacob, and Alex in the house with me, all three were present if not by my side, within very short distance. · Safer Sex / STIs / HIV: We discussed this both during the Consent discussion prior to the event starting as well as after. We all agreed that this would be a condom-free event, but Others/Randoms could use a condom if they wanted. There were no condoms used. There was no screening for status for STIs or HIV, though I cannot imagine that the Dominant’s – however they selected these people – didn’t favor a less risky group. The point was not about STI or HIV acquisition. To my knowledge, none of us got an STI/HIV originating from this event. · There were no drugs or alcohol used during the entire event by me or the Dominants. I cannot be sure whether the Others or the Randoms may have used substances prior to arriving, though Jason did confirm with me that they had made it clear that the organizers and the sub would be drug and alcohol free and they’d prefer participants also be. · I was told there was one other person who did not participate in the event and was not aware of the events details. This person had regular check-in times at the beginning and end of the day, as well as a couple of times during the party. One of the Dominants had to respond within 10 minutes with some confirmation that all was well, and if they did not, this person would call the cops and report suspicion of foul play. I did not witness this, but Jason told me they had planned for a bad act contingency. THE DOMINANTS AND MY CONFIDENTIALITY: I was assured and I believe it to be true that the Dominants took my confidentiality extremely seriously, as well as their own. We all had the same employer, so to burn me through this process would endanger all of us. During group events which included more than the Dominants and me, everyone wore masks to obscure faces. They were not full blackout hoods, so if a participant knew one of us closely, they may have been able to identify us even with the mask in place. Invites were all electronic but may have initially been discussed face to face by the Dominants with the person being invited. My face was fully obscured in the electronic invite and the words “attractive, successful young professional” next to my blacked-out face. There was not, at the time, a way of limiting forwarding of emails to other individuals by the person being invited, even though the invite specifically stated it could not be forwarded and the invite was awarded only to the person the invite had been addressed. I did not share any information about the overarching co-event or the individual evening events. I could not have. I didn’t know it existed prior to being at the event site and learning from Jason the exact nature of what was going to happen if I agreed to the conditions. At that point, I had no access to a mobile for or internet for the duration of the experience. The Dominants all emphatically stated they did not violate our understanding of maintaining confidentially and the parameters surrounding how the event details were shared, including who the Submissive or other Dominants were. As mentioned above, I had no ability to do so as I was not aware until my communication ties had already been cut. Confidential Oddities: The Dominants reported no instances of weird remarks or other indicators that may indicate confidentiality had been broken. We discussed briefly after the event had concluded and before I departed what had occurred with the watersports event, evolving from an invite-only event to a somewhat open-door free-for-all. (This was corrected for the next days and all subsequent events. I had five instances of things said to me during the events that in some cases I found curious and in other cases off-putting at minimum and concerning or alarming and worst. The comments I recall clearly are: · “Hey J, looks like you’re living life.” Low worry: I wrote this off as me mishearing what he said. Maybe he said “Hey G” or something else. Very few people call me “J” as a nick name, none of whom were the person in question. · “Good to see this side of you, who knew?” Moderate worry: This implied to me that they had seen “the other side of me” – or the day to day, professional, guy out in the world, not a person at an invite only sex party. Or it could imply that they had enough information to identify me outside, meaning in some way I had been identified as the Submissive. · “You know you know who I am. Or you will when I’m inside you.” High worry: To begin with, this person leaned very close to my ear to whisper this, far closer than others had when they said things. Second, they had a kind of creepy, mean, evil voice that also felt like a voice I had heard before. Third, the words imply that I would be able to identify them based on the feeling of having their dick inside me and the tone of the message is one that seemingly wishes to intimidate me. I initially wrote it off because just earlier, Ethan and Jacob and I had discussed taking anonymous dick and how gay bottoms will sometimes say things like “I don’t’ care what dick it is” implying that they are all the same. I asked Ethan and Jacob if they had spoken about this to any of the party guests, and they both said absolutely not, especially because it wasn’t relevant to that party’s purpose. This also reminded me of the one time when I was having anonymous sex at home and the guy who brought his friend began choking me while having sex, not playfully, but with the intent to harm or kill. It was only his friend’s intervention that stopped things. It could be the same person, who is someone I worked with at Microsoft, but this seemed like a huge leap for him to go out of his way to get to this party. · “I’ll see you later after this whole thing is over.” Medium worry: Again, there was a sense from the words that this person planned or expected to find me in public either accidentally (in which case they make the assumption they could identify me without the mask) or; that they knew who I was and we frequented similar locations, etc. I could not identify him, nor did he look familiar in any way based on what I was able to see. · “Does your mom know that you’re doing this?” Low worry: This is kind of a generic riff on a shame or worry inducing statement used in multiple arenas. Assuming this was not about me specifically, it’s just an asshole statement to make who someone how is sitting in front of you naked, covered in piss, and being used by a bunch of men. At the worst, what exactly would he say? There was no photography allowed, and camera phones were not even a thing, so was he going to run to my mother and say, “I saw Jason covered and filled with piss at this party I was at.” My mom: “And what party was that.” He burns himself and provides his own proof of attendance but cannot provide any corresponding proof that I was, in fact, the person he saw at this party. The most alarming to me was “You know you know who I am. Or you will when I’m inside you.” It left me with a strange impression that I may have dated or slept with this person before, and that they had some type of negative feeling about that engagement and were attempting to intimidate me.

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.

Installment number Eight of what was probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, as did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - with Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the guesthouse with his revealed to be former partyboi husband Charlie), Karl and the other Houseboys and the skinhead Manager Zar. Then an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – shows up in time for the party. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story after the storm-caused power failure, and a 'live sex performance' with the manager... “So, guys,” I said. “That was one for the books. Well, Zar, does that make up for a couple of years of us NOT hooking up?” “Damn straight it does,” Zar replied, while Vice snarked “Watch who you’re calling a damn straight…” which just made Zar and I bust out laughing. “Gotta say that was wickie hawt.” Vice continued. “Never thought I’d been part of something like that – you two had me on fire!” “Pleased to be of service,” I replied, holding my hand out to Lou – who appeared out of the shadows somewhere – so that he could help me up. “My goodness,” Lou gushed while bro hugging Vice. “Untapped depths, Yo, untapped depths. Impressed.” Vice just smiled back while we all went to clean up a bit before starting up more adventures – it was barely past midnight, so much more to do!!! AFTER MIDNIGHT – ASS-IMILATION RESISTANCE IS FUTILE After hitting the communal bathroom and cleaning up a bit Lou, Vice and I went back to my room for some liquid refreshment and a recharge of our enhancements. The rain was still humming against the window as I peeked out into almost total blackness – only an occasional flicker of a candle in a few distant windows let us know there was even a town still out there. No buildings we could see had electricity back yet, and I wondered if anyone else was having as much fun being blacked out as we were here! Lou had gotten out one of his waterpipes and filled the bowl as Vice was pulling some drinks out of my cooler then closing it quickly so it wouldn’t let too much of its coolness out, while I restarted my laptop using the battery power to play some more of my bb porn. With the door cracked open only a foot or so opening away from the bed, we three kicked back side-by-side with me closest to the door, Vice in the middle and Lou on the far side. Since no one peeking in could see the head of the bed we were fine with passing the bong back and forth, taking hits and shot-gunning each other, laughing and casually playing with each other’s cocks and nips as we watched the porn and chatted softly about our experiences so far. I was amazed at how comfortable Vice remained with everything that was happening and noticed his hands roaming around as much if not more than Lou’s or mine. Lou was obviously of the same mindset as he raised his eyebrows at me several times when Vice groped him. “So how was getting fucked by Zar with that big P.A. of his on?” Lou asked as I was taking a big rip off the pipe. “He sure as hell didn’t have THAT when we were back in High School. Did you like it?” Holding up a finger to indicate ‘wait a second’, I leaned over to Vice and locked lips, blowing my cloud into him and getting a bit of tongue action back, Vice then blew out our shared cloud. Sitting back up I answered Lou. “I actually enjoy being fucked by a guy who has a BIG piercing, it’s the little ones that I don’t like – too much like having a cheese slicer shoved into your hole. But Zar’s was really nice and big and he does throw a hot fuck. Great ass on him too…” “Great ass!” Vice agreed nodding, blowing out his own big hit. “Great ass.” Then looking a bit sheepish followed that with “not as amazing as YOURS is J, but great, yeah…” I chuckled at how fervently he didn’t want to insult me in any way, it was so cute. “Well thank you man,” I replied. “Good to know you still think that way since you are becoming quite the connoisseur of fine male ass…” Both guys laughed and as Lou put the bong on the table to cool, Vice said “yeah man it’s wickie hawt, but I still need more comparison!” As we watched porn and stroked each other, Lou told us about his adventures after we separated. He wound up on the third floor with Tom and Ed, where he fucked both of them, but he spent far more time talking about each of them fucking him and how good it felt. I noticed Vice kind of hanging on every word and scrutching his ass around a bit on the bed. I made sure to NOT point this out to him as Lou went on to describe his next encounter with the two Leather guys from Quebec, and again while he fucked both of them, he spent more time on describing each of them taking his hole and Vice was still rapt listening to the admittedly very hot description Lou was giving. “And J-Man, if you liked Zar’s big P.A. up your hole wait until you hear this. The bald guy Marcel’s cock is about 2 inches longer and thicker than Zar’s and it made this top guy wanna turn full-on bottom-slut with the way he got me wound up from inside out. You just gotta try him, J, you will not regret it… he made my hole sing hallelujah man!” Lou went on with his ecstatic recounting of how it felt and I was realizing it seemed a little forced as he kept emphasizing it while rubbing Vice’s leg. Vice for his part seemed to be oblivious to Lou’s hand now reaching between his legs until Lou went a little to far in his comments, “yeah, too bad you are missing out on half the fun there, bro, you’d be amazed what a good hard tool can do to your insides…” Vice pulled up his legs quickly and shook his head as if to clear it, asking “Hey J Daddy, could I have some of those grapes?” The moment was blown by Lou being just a bit too eager. As I went for the grapes I was now in full view through the door and noticed someone was standing outside in the shadow. It took me a moment to realize who it was, and then my cock (which due to the injection earlier was going to be semi-hard at least for several more hours) swelled from semi to rock hard. It was the guy who looked like an Arabian Prince that we saw earlier with his stuck-up nasty boyfriend. He smiled at me from the dark with his perfect white teeth. I indicated for him to step in – he did, looking around at me, the porn, Vice and Lou, the water bong, out over his shoulder, returned to the bong, then back to me. “Join us?” I asked. He nodded, and this time I closed the door over. I introduced myself and the other two while I returned to getting more refreshments and he let us know his name was Rahman, but Americans usually just called him Rocky. “I am sorry for before,” he said as I was passing Vice the grapes. “You mean your boyfriend?” I replied. He nodded and sighed saying “he can be kind of an idiot sometimes; I wish he would not be.” “It happens… we weren’t TOO insulted.” Lou said, then took a pointed hit off the bong wanting to gauge Rocky’s reaction, I guess. “Where is your boyfriend, by the way?” I inquired, as Lou let out his hit, indicated the bong, and passed it to our new guest when he nodded his head again. Rocky took the bong which was still filled with lots of vapor in the chamber and sucked it in without lighting the torch. Closing his eyes for a moment, he opened them and blew out a nice cloud. “He was annoyed by all the noises coming from around us so he took an Ambien, put on a sleep-mask and some ear plugs, and is sound asleep now and will be until well after dawn.” He paused, looking a bit puzzled and said, “that is NOT what I thought it was. It’s very interesting, may I have some more?” Lou responded saying, “of course you can! Why don’t you get naked like us and join us for a while if you are not expected back? Our host here will show you how to heat the bowl – it is a bit different from a rig for hash if that’s what you were expecting…” Smiling that killer smile, our captive dropped his grey shorts, when he bent over to pull them over his feet, my head swam. I thought that ass was magnificent when covered with the shorts – it was god-like without. As I described before, he had a rugby player’s build – not tall but broad chested with cut pecs and nice nips, and thick muscular legs. His mahogany-colored skin was dusted with jet black hair all over – just the perfect amount of it in my opinion. The dropped shorts revealed a semi-chubbed circumcised cock, not long but thick. And then that ass, like two volleyballs lightly furred – a really big muscular butt that only seems to come from that part of the world. My tongue was hanging out as he crawled up onto the bed where we were now all sitting up either on our knees or with legs to one side or legs crossed over each other. He climbed past me, so he was between Lou and me in the circle. Composing myself, I took a rip from the bong, indicated for him to come close and nose to nose I went to shotgun him without touching lips but fortunately he pulled my head closer, letting me know he’d done this before, just not with Miss T. I got a nice snog out of him too. Then I handed him the glassware and held the torch for him while I showed him the best way to heat the bowl with it. He took a big hit and turned to Lou who leaned in and received his own shotgun from our hot new visitor. We had him hold onto the pipe and keep hitting it to “catch up to us some” while he passed his hits back to each of us in turn. You could see that Vice, Lou and I were completely hard with twitching cocks as they cloud circle went on. Rocky talked about how much he missed having sex with multiple men – when he first came from Saudi Arabia and found himself surrounded by gay men with whom he could have sex without fearing for his life, he went wild and fooled around extensively, but although he’d been promised an open relationship by his now lover of 4 years, somehow or other his partner Norton managed to cockblock or torpedo any chance he had of hooking up with others and it was making him crazy, not to mention that sex got very, very vanilla once Norton had gotten his hooks into Rocky apparently. “Well, while he’s dead to the world sleeping,” Vice began, “why not have some fun with us… what are your favorite things to do, or what have you been wanting to do but haven’t lately?” Seems that after admitting he desperately wanted group sex again, which we obviously could supply, Rocky wanted to get rimmed and get fucked as Norton only wanted him to be a top and paid no attention to Rocky’s butt at all. “Now THAT is a crime against nature!” I cried, “he needs to hand back his ‘gay card’ for that one! I’ll – we’ll - be happy to help you out. Are you prepped for that?” Rocky assured us that he had done so in the shower just before peeking in my room, hoping for exactly this kind of situation. “If you haven’t been rimmed in too long, we have a resident specialist,” joked Vice pointing at me. “Oh yes, please do me Daddy” Rocky whispered at me while getting on his knees at the edge of the bed. Pulling my cooler over to serve as a low stool, I sat and contemplated the work of art in front of me and once again thanked God for making me gay. Tracing around his hole with my fingertips, I muttered “Your husband must be delusional to not give this the attention it deserves!”. I bit and licked a bit on those glorious globes then took a big hit off the bong, passed it back to the other guys, then settled face first into that glorious ass and slowly exhaled the vapor as my tongue met his tight pink pucker and he began to moan as I began my campaign. Lou passed me Max Impact and a sock to spray it on, after huffing from the sock for a bit, I went right back to his opening and began to lick, suck, nibble, tongue fuck, tongue buzz, and basically make out with that hot tasty manhole for at least 10 minutes while Rocky moaned and squeaked in between taking bong hits and blowing them back onto Lou and Vice’s cocks as he alternated blowing them both. Finally, he was almost writhing on my tongue he looked back and groaned “Please, please, I’m ready, fuck me, fuck me now!” I said I didn’t have a condom if he needed one, and he said “no, I want to feel it raw again finally, just fuck me now, please?” Who could say ‘no’ to that? I stood up and we three turned him over onto his back. He grinned up at me, whispering “yes… please… now… need it…”. Lou gave him the Max Impact sock and he sucked on it for a minute while I lubed my straining cock. Then with the boys kneeling on either side of him, he looked up again at me and nodded his head as I put his legs on either of my shoulders. Slowly but surely, I sank my cock into his now greedy hole until my balls bumped against his and my pubes tickled his taint. “Yes….” he breathed as I let him get used to being filled again, then slowly pulled most of the way out, making him gasp, then ever so slowly driving back in. Vice spiked the torch and bowl and put the stem to my lips. Inhaling deeply, I held the hit, leaned down and began to kiss him deeply as I also started to grind my cock in a circle in his hole then as we disengaged, I began a steady in-out in that incredible too-long ignored manhole, and as he exhaled our shared smoke he began to both laugh and cry saying “too long” and sighing as I picked up speed. Lou and Vice got in on the action, sometimes sucking on Rocky’s short thick cock, or sucking and tweaking his nips, offering him their cocks to suck or their asses to rim, sometimes making out with me or each other or Rocky, sometimes standing on the bed offering me their cocks to suck or ass to tongue as I continued my mission to give Rahman a great fuck to make up for his years without. “Damn J-man, you know how to throw down an amazing fuck – you could be our professor of fucking at Tweaker University” Lou joked at one point, with Vice following that with “Unbelievably hawt, Daddy J.” I looked over at him and whispered, “Any time...” and he winked at me. Rocky, hearing Vice’s nickname of the day for me, picked up on it and in moments when his mouth wasn’t full started in with “Yes, oh yes Daddy J, please fuck your boy, fuck your son… please Daddy, fuck me.” Jeez! How did I wind up everybody’s daddy? Still, this was so damn hot, I was actually starting to get really into that… After a good long mind-blowing fuck, I wasn’t quite ready to shoot a load, but I was needing a breather, so I said I had to tap out, and Lou and Vice should get a turn while I caught my breath. So Vice sunk his cock into Rocky’s now opened hole and proceeded to plow away, while Lou and I got sucked and rimmed by either guy and we played with both hot guys nips and Rocky’s cock – so hot. Lou got up and behind Vice who felt a hard cock between his cheeks and pulled out quickly saying “your turn” to Lou, getting his own virgin hole away from the candyman’s trouser snake. Lou leaned down and tongued the hot slutty hole for a bit, then showed he had a big shard in his hand that after licking his finger, he inserted into Rocky to be followed immediately by his long dark brown cock. Rocky just moaned and growled and gasped as the fuck fest went on in a new configuration. I was sucking on Rocky’s cock and Vice was behind me rimming me, when Lou sped up saying he was about to cum… Rocky shouted back to him “Yes, yes, give it to me… give it all to me!” as Lou bucked in obvious orgasmic bliss and Rocky emptied his balls into my mouth. With Rocky and Lou still shaking and catching their breath, I was about to share the cum with Vice when I noticed we had a visitor. It was Marcel, the bald, hung, vascular leather guy from Quebec. His long cock was very hard from watching and the apricot sized head carried an enormous ring piercing just like Lou had told us. My god it was awesome. “Apologies for interrupting,” Marcel said in his sexy accent, “but we are in desperate need of refills on our supplies. Sebastian and I have a very hot scene going on in our room and we’d like another ball to make sure it keeps going. And please, all of you, I want you to join us immediately if you would.” We all looked at each other and obviously all thought the same thing – hell yes! I don’t think we could have stopped Rocky from going at that point as that booty bump had obviously kicked in and his hole was still ravenous. After a few whispers with Marcel, Lou said we’d all come up and he’d bring the 8-ball and ‘other stuff’ with him, keeping his promise not to do transactions in my room. Marcel slipped away saying “Room 38” as Vice, Rocky and I took a quick piss and Lou locked up the room. We started heading for the stairs, when I heard a familiar voice moaning something rather unexpected. “You guys head up, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes” I told them as I peeled off down the hall to the door of Kieran and Charlie’s room. Peeking in with just the emergency lights from the hallway lighting the room, I saw an unexpected but hot sight. There was my old buddy, Father Frank in the sling getting fucked while moaning “fuck me, yeah, fuck me!” This was VERY unexpected as Frank never bottomed as far as I knew and was proud of that. Miles the house boy was plowing him but looked up and saw me at the door and motioned me over. Keiran knelt and got my cock wet as Miles pulled out and they pushed me into his place with Kieran assisting on lining my cock up with the Priest’s up until now off-limits hole. I couldn’t help but smirk when I sank in for as hot as I thought Frank was, and how much we shared our fuck stories when we saw each other, he never played with me as I was well above the age he preferred for his extra-curricular activities. WELL above. Frank was almost yelling now, “Oh yeah, please, fuck my hole pound my cunt!” and then his eyes focused and he really took a look at who was fucking him, then he gasped “Ohhh, no!” “Oh yes,” I responded. “Dang, Frank, you’ve been holding out on me, this is a fine fuckhole you’ve got…” Actually, he had an untrained hole that he didn’t really know what to do with, so it would have been kind of just an ‘okay’ fuck had the circumstances not made it much hotter for me. He was shaking his head ‘no’ at the same time his hips kept thrusting back at me, muttering “Don’t… we shouldn’t… friends don’t…” (Now frankly I have always thought that viewpoint was absolute bullshit, there is no reason friends can’t fuck around and since I was a teenager the vast majority of my male friends who are gay or bi have also been either regular or occasional fuckbuds; both the guys who I knew prior to playing and the guys I met as tricks who became friends afterwards…) And it seemed like Frank was complaining with his head and his mouth only, while his body was absolutely NOT complaining. “Oh, I disagree Frank, I think friends SHOULD fuck, and often too,” I teased as I started a circular grind with my hips that made my cock in his confused hole really massage his prostate and caused him to yelp each time I hit it. “Of course, if you’d rather that I stop…” I stopped my grinding and started to slowly withdraw only to be stopped by his hands grabbing my hips and pulling me back in to the hilt. “Don’t stop. Keep going, please. I can’t believe we’re doing this but I want more…I hated it the couple of times I tried before, but now it just feels so good,” he whined. Smiling at him, I tweaked a nipple and started to fuck again. He gave a heavy sigh, “oh yes, that’s good, wow… yeah, even better than the boys…” “There’s a surprise,” I grumbled, ‘Experience does count you know.” He was almost purring now, “oh that’s so amazing but you can’t tell my husband about this.” “Don’t worry, I will never tell Terrance about this, I promise” I said. “Or your husband, don’t tell him!” I chuckled, “Now that I’m sorry I can’t promise, but I can make HIM promise not to tell your hubby…” he looked a bit dubious so I continued, “don’t worry, and if it makes you feel better, I will let you fuck me later for as long as you want.” Frank smirked back at me saying “You know I think I will take you up on that…” I knew that a couple of guys were now lined up behind me, so I gave him two minutes of pounding hard bunny fucking, then leaned down, kissed him soundly (which he responded well to) and slowly pulled out saying, “we’ll continue this later, you have more admirers…” “I’ll hold you to that” he called after me as I headed out, then I heard “oh fuck yes, that’s good,” as Charlie took my place. I chuckled a bit and trotted quickly back to my room to add some additional leather items to what I had on – a big chrome taint-tickler cockring, two thick leather biceps straps for either arm, and my black leather master’s cap, and headed upstairs, stopping in the third-floor bath to piss and give my cock a quick soap and rinse, gargled some of the supplied mouthwash, then headed to room 38. I slipped in through the cracked door into what was the largest guest room in the place, at least the largest I’d been in. With the electricity still out, the only light came from a laptop running on batteries like I had been doing down in my room, and it was showing some serious fisting porn. Looking around there were leather and metal clad male forms in all directions. I saw Lou, Zar, Tom, Ed, Vice, Rocky, Marcel and his husband Sebastian, and one older guy I didn’t know who looked hot in all his leather, clamps and piercings. There was a lot of groaning and heavy breathing going on, I noticed. Sebastian was riding Vice cowboy style, Lou was balls deep in the hot older guy, and Rocky was being fucked by Marcel who turned and noticed me. “Yes, we are complete now – you must catch up! Let’s get this Daddy caught up with his three boys, yes?” He indicated a couple of loaded points on the nightstand. “Your boys and the rest of us have pointed, now it’s your turn. Do you do yourself, does one of your subs do you or would you prefer our assistance?” I was a bit surprised, on a number of levels - after all, Rocky had literally just blown his first T clouds and now he’d pointed already? Still slamming his butt back onto Marcel’s cock, Rocky smiled at me and purred,“I cannot believe how hot this is, I love this stuff!” The rest of my surprise and amusement came from the fact that Marcel and his crew assumed that I was Master and Daddy to my own crew of sub sons that consisted of Rocky, Lou and Vice. All right, so who’s to argue? I decided to play up to their assumptions and for the rest of the encounter I played Daddy/Master to the hilt even when bottoming; and as you’ll see, that turned out to be a good thing later. I answered Marcel’s question with “I usually prefer an admin from one of my boys, but since they’ve already done theirs, I’d prefer a steadier hand if one of you would?” “Gary will, he’s a nurse,” Marcel said, indicating the older dude I didn’t know. I was ordered to sit on the edge of the bed, Marcel pulled out of Rocky and Gary tapped out on Lou, and even Sebastian got up off of Vice. Hardly missing a beat, Tom sat on Vice’s cock, Ed rolled under Lou to get plowed and Zar slipped into Rocky’s now vacant hole. I chose the lower of the two doses offered, and while Marcel sat opposite me holding my knees, Sebastian lit the torch and pressed a pipe to my lips as I inhaled the smoke, Marcel wrapped the tourniquet while Gary alcohol swabbed me, checked the point, and muttered “not hard to find a vein on this guy… you ready man?” I nodded, breathing out a cloud and inhaling another. I felt the prick, “tell me if anything is off…” Gary continued. It wasn’t and he got a flash, then said “hang on!” as he injected me. Pulling my arm up, he snapped off the tourniquet. My breath caught, and surprisingly since I’d already been partying a good amount, I coughed hard a few times. “Wow, wow, wow – damn!” was all I had to say. It was a very good rush and after a minute or two, Sebastian stuck poppers under my nose, commanded me to sniff, then pushed me backward onto a pillow while his husband Marcel pulled my legs closer to him, leaving my ass hanging off the bed until he pushed my legs up further and steadily sank his long, lubed, monster dick with the huge P.A. into my now starving-for-attention manhole. I was flipped onto my back and managed to get out “Oh fuck that’s amazing!” before getting a shotgun from Sebastian, followed by Gary straddling me and lowering his hot sweet hairy hole down onto my face. My cock was throbbing hard on my abs and just as my tongue began to do its work on Gary’s silky hole, I felt a hand smearing lube up and down my cock and then a warm tube enveloping it as someone (found out it was Sebastian) sank their chute down my shaft and began to work his muscles on my cock like he was milking a cow. Nirvana! I was definitely in my happy place with my tongue fucking a hairy hole, my cock up a hairy hole, and a really long thick pierced cock up my hole. Very much ‘Lucky Pierre’. The sex that went on in that room for the next hour and a half was hot, varied, kinky, sweaty, delicious but also fast-paced – it was probably due to the effects of everyone’s slam, but no position or grouping lasted more than a few minutes each before a new pattern developed. So – at least briefly in some cases, longer in others – I had my tongue in every single ass in the room and sucked every cock, my cock was in every throat in the room, and had my cock in every ass except Vice and Marcel, had my fist in Marcel (he only took fist, not cock, and topped otherwise) Sebastian, Gary, and Tom. Double fucked Rocky with Ed. My own ass had every single guys tongue in it at some point, and about half of the cocks, though Marcel kept the record for the most amazing feel in my hole. I rode a double headed dildo with Zar and was briefly double fucked myself by Tom and Lou. All throughout, Vice managed to keep everything but a few tongues away from his ass despite the clear sign of his left only armband. Marcel, Sebastian and Gary kept trying to finger him, or rubbed their cocks on his ass while passing, and anytime the pipe or poppers got passed to him there were comments about “the inevitable” and “surrender” that I could see were making him a bit uncomfortable. Lou on the other hand seemed to encourage the teasing. Finally, after we had just shared a couple of seriously big clouds back and forth between us, Vice and I were standing side by side fucking two of the guys on their knees on the bed. While we were still kissing from passing our last hit, I felt something thin and lubed slipped into my hole and heard a squeak from Vice. A warm wet buzz informed me that I’d been booty-bumped, and it seemed Vice had too. Hands started groping our nips from behind as cocks were rubbed in our cracks. Vice looked a bit panicked and kept trying to protect his hole and redirect the inquisitive dick. I could tell he was uncomfortable and decided to intervene. “STOP.” I growled. “That’s MY boy and his ass is mine! I will say if, when and where he gets fucked AND if and when I’m ready to share that hole with anyone else. UNDERSTOOD?” “Sorry, Daddy,” Sebastian gulped. “My bad. We’ll try and keep hands off, but this ass is just so fuckable…” “And MINE,” I hissed as I slipped out of my bottom and got behind Vice. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I pulled myself up against him protectively – which left my hard slippery cock pressed vertically against his crack. Vice continued a slow screw of his bottom (I think it was Zar…) while I tweaked his nips and playing the role to the nines. Licking behind his ear I asked, “You okay now baby boy? No worries, I got you. Daddy’s got you…” “That’s much better, Daddy J, thank you…” my erstwhile straight buddy replied as he rolled his hips back into me with his fuck motions. Unintentionally? Or was he intentionally trying to drive me and my rock-hard tool insane? “Damn. You are one lucky boi,” Sebastian said to Vice, who shocked me with his reply “I know, he’s the best Daddy and treats me right”. Kissing each of us on the lips, Sebastian again apologized to both of us for “crossing the boundaries.” I would have laughed at his earnestness, but I was having problems right at that moment keeping myself sane and not ravishing my newbie buddy. Drama done; the others all turned back to whatever sexual act they were in the midst of while I started to back away, only to have Vice reach behind himself and pull me back, returning my chest to full contact with his back and my cock laying in the channel of his crack. Stunned but pleased, I continued twisting and pulling on his nips. Vice looked back at me with an expression I couldn’t quite fathom and whispered “Get me out of here, J, I can’t…” I put my finger up to his mouth and began to pull him to the door. “We need to take a piss and get a little air,” I announced to the room in general. “We’ll be back.” Once outside, closing the door behind me, I began, “I am SO sorry dude they were out of line… but I have to tell you, it’s a good thing we stopped because in another minute or two I was going to lose control and my cock would have been in your ass.” “Good,” he replied grabbing my hand and pulling me down the stairs. I started to stammer and he continued, “Shut up now. I can’t resist anymore, I gotta find out what this feels like. Lou keeps telling me ‘it’s inevitable’ and that he’ll have me before the weekend is out – and that excites me in some ways and pisses me off in others, just assuming I’m gonna roll over…” We had reached the door to my room, and I fumbled the key into the lock as he continued babbling, “well okay, maybe it is inevitable, but if it is then I choose who goes first and it’s gonna be the dude who told me how much he wanted to, but wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want, and protected me and didn’t just assume, but waited for me…” we’d gotten into the room and I was locking the door behind me as he concluded, “and with all our clouds, and bumps, and the slam and watching all these dudes love getting fucked, that last booty bump pushed me over the fucking edge. But I wanted YOU to do it… FUCK ME NOW!!” I almost shot right then. I got lube and poppers and Max and the pipe and torch out in record time, and popped the porn back on my battery-powered laptop in case he wanted to be distracted from getting his cherry popped. “How do you want it? On your knees facing away from me, riding me, or on your back face to face. Lighting the torch and rolling the bowl, I was excited to hear “face to face”. “My favorite,” I growled. “I’ve figured that out all by myself,” was the retort, but with a smile. I took a huge rip, locked lips with him and transferred it to his lungs, then knocked him backwards onto the bed with his legs off the side. As he blew out the cloud, I handed him the pipe and commanded him to hit it. I put a pillow under his head, another under his butt, and one on the floor directly below. I asked him to hold the pipe so I could take a big hit, and did so, sinking to the floor. I put my face right into that incredible ass and slowly exhaled into his pucker, then began to tongue fuck him, while he moaned and blew a few clouds of his own. I began to finger him with lube, giving him a bit of stretch until he loosened a bit. “Please fuck me already Daddy!” I indicated the poppers bottle and while he took a hit I lined myself up and began a slow insertion. “Push out,” I instructed, and my head popped in and his eyes bugged out. I went in stages, he started panting when I was halfway in, and after a rest he nodded and I sank slowly to the hilt. “Oh gawd, oh gowd, oh gowd… slow… NO don’t pull out… that… that… that’s freakin weird… ow… *gasp*… oh gawd, what was THAT, oh yeah, that again… damn, J, damn… this IS good… holy shit, can’t believe I’m letting my self get fucked and …. Ungh… damn… I like it… yeah go man, let’s go Daddy”. It was a sight to see. The number of emotions that played all over his face were amazing – fear, a bit of pain, confusion, surprise, puzzlement, more surprise, tentative smile, surrender, enlightenment, arousal, defiance, more arousal, pleasure and hunger. It was a veritable silent movie on his face as he gave me his cherry and found himself going wild for it. “Fuck!” he gasped, “now I know what you guys see in this. Wickie hawt. Never felt anything like it – yeah, harder, that feels really good!” I began a twisting motion that appeared to really hit his joy button, and he went wild, bucking underneath me, wrapping his legs around my back and pulling me deeper into him, then pulling my face down and raping my mouth with his tongue. That was some of the hottest making out I’d done in years, the enthusiasm level on his part was off the scale. We made out like animals as his hands traveled all over me, pulling and squeezing my nips, smacking my ass, rubbing my shoulders and pecs and lats, all the while his all but forgotten fat uncut linguica was rock hard and rubbing against my abs. Slowing but not stopping he indicated the pipe, which I passed to him while I held the torch, we traded a few hits, then put it down, and he looked up at me with a smirk, “Do it J-man, do me the way I saw you do a few of those dudes the last two days, the ones you let yourself go wild on. Go wild on me Daddy, I want it NOW.” For all the world sounding as commanding as I did earlier, his attitude turned me on incredibly, and we were back to that passionate pounding with desperate hands touching, feeling, squeezing, teasing everywhere on each other’s bodies. I pushed his legs up over my shoulders, licking and sucking his toes a bit as he moaned and cursed. He grabbed my oversized nips and pulled hard, which sent me over the moon, he continued to pull me down by my nips until our mouths met and our tongues pummeled each other with pleasure. When I really began to rabbit-fuck, adding a twist and grind with each in-stroke, he started bucking and writhing, and hyperventilating until he pulled me by the hips as far into him as possible. His mouth opened in a silent scream as I felt his cock release spurt after spurt of jizz, continuing its spasms even after there were no more cum spurts. “OH FUCK!” he hollered in the midst of it. Feeling him orgasm without touching himself, hearing that orgasmic scream put me right on the edge. As he was still panting from his release, he must have noticed my expression, and urged me on – “Do it daddy, fuck your boy, yeah blow it into me, shoot it daddy J!” At which point, I did. Shoot, that is. Lots. We stayed connected, catching our breath. “Good?” I queried. “Unbelievably good – can’t believe I did that… what the fuck?”. “Regrets?” I asked, concerned. “No. Well, yes…” I looked down as he smirked, “I regret not having tried it earlier!” We were in the midst of thanking each other profusely – my for offering me his cherry, he for me waiting for him to want it then doing so well – when a key turned in the lock and Lou peeked around the doorframe. “Finally.” He commented. “Thank you, J-man, you are impressive.” “Daddy-J is a master of his art” (which he pronounced ‘ahhhT’) replied Vice to Lou, “now shut up, get in here and fuck me!”

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.