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“I come bearing gifts for someone special,” Lilith said with a beaming smile—our heavy dorm-room door shutting behind her with a thud. “Would that someone special be me,” I asked giddily sitting cross-legged on my bed. “Maaaaybe,” Lilith replied leaning over to kiss me. “For tonight,” she added while sitting the box on the bed next to me. It had been almost three weeks since my first experience at the adult bookstore. While I had whined and pleaded almost daily to go back with her, Lilith tempered my naive enthusiasm by reminding we had school and jobs to pay tuition for said school to deal with. Of course, she was right. She was always right. I could get a little carried away or obsessed with something new. I suppose I was scared that if I didn’t go back right away, I would become slowly consumed by guilt and self-doubt. Lilith saw to prevent that by assigning me porn tasks. Every night we would watch an hour or two worth of hardcore porn together cuddled up under a blanket in my bed. She picked the videos, and instructed me to touch myself but never allow myself to climax. I could bring myself to the line, but never cross it. To be honest, I hated it. I was constantly horned up and wet. My clit ached for stimulation all the time. I would find myself rubbing my cunt up against the corner of a table in a study room in the library or even the piss-stained toilet seat in a bathroom stall on campus. Yeah, it was pretty bad. I don’t know how she expected me to focus on school and work when I was in perpetual heat. I swear I could smell my sex musk all of time and became paranoid about the possibility of others around me smelling my dripping, hungry pussy. “Well...open it up,” Lilith said. I excitedly opened the box wondering what in the world she bought for me for our big night. “Oh my god, Lilly,” I exclaimed pulling out a nearly-sheer, white tube top that was easily two sizes too small for my breasts. “Flip it over, silly.” “You’re killing me, baby,” I said. Across the from in bright, pink lettering with a thick, black outline were the words “Raw Girl” in a semi-cursive font. I felt excited and dirty at the same time looking at those two words. I could feel the nervous jitters deep in my belly knowing what those words were advertising me as. “Where did you even find this?” “You can find everything if you just look hard enough. I had that printed on Etsy though.” Next, I pulled out a white micro-skirt that I was dead certain would not cover my ass. “You know this isn’t going to cover me, right?” Lilith smiled, “It’s stretchy enough. You just have to learn to take tiny steps so it doesn’t pop up over that juicy ass of yours. Consider it part of your slut-training, baby.” “Hmmm...not seeing any panty or thong in here…” “Why bother?” she retorted with a giggle. “I’ve got the perfect red, bimbo heels for you too. They’ll look perfect on your feet when they’re bent over your head while you’re getting pounded in the theater tonight.” Lilith pushed me back onto my bed and straddled me. She grabbed my breasts and squeezed. Leaning in, she slipped her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced as we each though about the wicked delights waiting for me. “Tell me you’re my nasty, cum slut, Jess,” she whispered into my ears while pinching my nipples. “Unnnghh fuck, Lilith...I am...I am your nasty, little, cum slut,” I moaned helplessly. “How many cocks will you take for me, slut? Hmm?” she asked giving my lower lip a firm bite. “As many as you want…” I breathed heavily. “Mistress…” I added as a shock even to myself. I think the porn she was feeding me was working. “Oooh! Mistress?” she cooed slipping a hand underneath my panty. “I like that! You’re learning so quickly. Mistress Lilith...mmmhh you’re the wettest toy I have ever been with.” “Is that good?” I genuinely asked. “It’s very good, pet. It let’s me know how much you like what we do with you. I have one more treat for you, but I wasn’t going to give it to you yet. I thought it’d be maybe a little too much too soon. But, after that Mistress bit, I think you may be ready after all.” “What is it?” I asked with excitement. What girl doesn’t like gifts? “Close your eyes.” I could hear her walk over to her little desk and rummage through a drawer before feeling her sitting back down on the bed next to me. “Okay, pet. Open those big, brown eyes.” Of all the things I was imagining to see when I opened my eyes, seeing a bright, red, leather collar attached to a long silver chain with matching red, leather strap wasn’t one of them. “A leash?” “Well, you are my pet,” Lilith said with a devious smile. “It’ll be fun, but we won’t put it on until we’re there in the parking lot. In fact, you can change there. I don’t think you want to be expelled if everyone at school discovers you’re a ‘raw girl’ right?” “Definitely not. Thank you...Mistress.” “Awwww that’s my good girl,” Lilith said giving me a sweet kiss on my forehead. God, I loved those so much. * * * * * * * * * * “I shouldn’t have worn jeans. Why did you let me wear jeans? They’re impossible to pull off in your tiny car,” I complained jokingly. “So, get out of the car and change,” Lilith offered as the natural solution. I looked around the quarter-full parking lot. At least she hadn’t parked under one of the parking lot light poles. “Fine,” I said stepping out of the car. I peeled off my jeans and thong and had just taken off my bra and top. I was completely naked when Lilith decided to honk the horn twice. I covered my breasts with my arms and crossed my legs. “What are you doing?” I hissed into the open door to a cackling Lilith. “Woooooh hoooo!” erupted from a guy going into the bookstore followed by a whistle. “Looking hot, baby!!” I knew my face had suddenly turned bright red. “How are you this cute?” Lilith said still giggling. “You’re actually so fucking adorable blushing and embarrassed.” “Don’t do that again,” I emptily threatened as I grabbed the micro-skirt and tiny tube-top. Lilith handed me her red, patent leather stilettos which I managed to awkwardly slip on. “You realize you’re about to be naked in there, right? They’re going to all see you naked, and some of them are going to fuck your tight, holes with you...naked.” She was right, but I still felt weird being naked and exposed in public. “I just want to be covered outside, okay?” “Fair enough...I’m sorry.” I started to walk towards the store with her when she stopped me. “Aren’t you forgetting something...pet?” Lilith had the leash and collar in her hand. “Head down and hold your hair up.” I bent my neck and exposed my bare neck. A few seconds later I felt her secure the collar tightly around my neck—just barely squeezing me. “Now we can go in.” Once inside, it was a repeat of the last time only this time she kept me firmly at her side with the chain taut. It was clear to everyone there, including myself, that I was her pet-girl. There was a strange sense of comfort and security being under her control like that. It wasn’t something I would have ever expected myself to find enjoying let alone end up craving. As we walked around the store area, Lilith stopped and picked up a small bottle of lube and paid for it before continuing our tour. “You’re gonna need this for tonight,” she said with a grin. I could feel my pussy start to ache. I had gone so long edging and never coming that I was losing my mind a bit. Back by my familiar bargain bin of DVDs it happened. “Is that for your pet?” a deep, gruff voice said from behind us. I was so lost in thought regarding the lube that the man’s sudden voice spooked me and I jumped a bit rattling my chain. As Lilith and I turned around we saw him. He was easily five inches taller than me. He was broad shouldered and overweight. He looked to be in his late forties or fifties. A scraggly salt-and-pepper beard matched his gravely voice. “It is indeed,” Lilith said tightening the slack in my chain and giving a little tug. “How accurate is this?” he said running his fingers across my tits making them move beneath the thin fabric. My nipples became rock hard and clearly visible. “Raw...Girl…” I felt suddenly embarrassed and pointed my gaze to the dirty floor of the store. “Well answer the man,” Lilith said. “It’s accurate, Sir,” I said softly still looking at the floor. “She actually just had her first raw time ever a few weeks ago here in Booth 4.” “Mmmmhh is that so?” he asked putting his hand on my chin and lifting my head up. “Yes, Sir.” My heart was going to explode. The man pulled my tube-top down exposing my breasts. “And where did you take your first raw load?” “My pussy, Sir,” I said as he groped my breasts. I scanned the room. Everyone was looking even the clerk behind the counter, but nobody was doing anything to stop this stranger from exposing and groping me out in the open. Was I just entertainment to them? “Good girl! Was your cunt wet taking a stranger’s cock?” “Ye-ye-yes, Sir,” I stumbled. “So, what is the lube for then if that pussy gets so wet?” he asked. I looked at Lilth. “Go on,” she said. “My ass, Sir,” I whispered embarrassed at saying the words aloud. “Hmmm? I didn’t quite catch that?” he said cocking his head and leaning forward. “For someone to fuck my ass,” I blurted out louder. “Turn around and let him see,” Lilith said. I stood motionless for a few seconds frozen in shock. She gave my chain a firm jerk. “Turn...around...let him inspect you.” I turned around wanting to pull the tube-top back up over my breasts but knowing well enough that I shouldn’t. I felt my micro-skirt being hiked up over my ass. The man’s firm hands clenched my ass cheeks and pulled them apart as I stood there. I could see everyone’s gaze upon us in the reflection of the mirror on the wall above where we stood. “Nice, tight, little asshole she has,” the man said. “First time?” “Yes, Sir,” I replied. “Okay, raw girl, go get that hole lubed up and ready for my fat cock. Have it pressed against the right wall’s hole,” he said giving my ass a stinging smack. “Come. Come,” she said tugging firmly on the leash. “We’ll be in four again,” she told the clerk. We walked back down the familiar, narrow hallway with my skirt still up around my hips and my tits freely bouncing. As horny as I was, my mind was starting to race with all the possible consequences of what was about to happen. It was too late to chicken out though. The booth hadn’t changed at all. I’m not sure why I thought it might be different. The same stool. The same sticky floor and wet-wipe filled trash can. The same pungent stench of sweat, fucking, piss, and disinfectant nipped at my nose as Lilith shut the door behind us. “Bend over the stool,” she instructed while pulling the leash to bring me to the stool. As soon as I was bent over, she yanked my skirt down and had me step out of it in my borrowed, stilettos. “Reach back and pull that ass open for me, baby.” I nervously reached behind me and pulled my cheeks far apart until I could feel my asshole exposed and vulnerable. I heard the squelch of the lube bottle a split second before I felt the slippery oil land at the top of my crack. It felt almost cold even though I knew it wasn’t. I felt it trickle down my ass until it reach my unfucked hole. Lilith pressed two fingers into the trail of lube and ran them down closer and closer to my hole. I shivered and squealed when she finally reached it. “Ready?” she cooed? “For?” “This,” she said as she pushed two, lube-drenched fingers into my virgin asshole. The response from me was immediate. “Oooohhhh my fucking god!” I exclaimed. Sure, it hurt a little bit. It felt strange, foreign, and even a little wrong to have something going into that hole. But the overwhelming feeling was [banned word] pleasure. I wasn’t supposed to like this. Good girls aren’t supposed to like this. Why did this feel soooooo good? “Do you hate it?” Lilith said in a voice that almost sounded like she wanted it to hurt. “It hurts a little, but it also feels kinda...mmmhh good,” I moaned while she continued to pour more and more lube against her fingers so it ran down them and into my barely open hole. “Okay my little, Raw Girl! Push that spread-open, fat ass against the wall before he gets here.” I repeated what I had done the last time I was in the booth, but this time Lilith made sure to spread my legs far enough that my asshole was lined up perfectly to the cutout in the wall. I latched my hands onto the seat of the stool to steady myself and waited nervously to be violated in a way that I never would have thought I would allow. “Wait...how will I know it’s him and not someone else?” Lilith flashed her evil smile. “That’s the fun of anonymous sex, cum slut. Who knows whose dick is going to fuck your ass tonight or what that dick might have...or how dangerous what might be pumped deep inside you is?” I felt my stomach sink and my arms tingle with nerves as I stood there bent over. I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s so wrong. I’m going to hell for this. The sound of the door to the booth next to us shutting caused a vibration in the thin wall that rippled through my ass. “Oh god...someone is in the room, Lilith.” “Soon, baby. Mmmh so soon!” She moved so that she could see my face. “I wanna see your face the exact moment his cock penetrates your asshole.” I felt something slide through the hole and brush against my ass. “Oh god,” I moaned. “I think that is the tip of his dick...I feel it! He’s going to really fuck me in my ass!” I suddenly felt the pressure of the tip against my hole. My eyes opened wide. My mouth opened while I white-knuckled the stool. “Relax, baby. It’ll hurt less,” Lilith said holding my face in her hands inches from hers as she squatted in front of me. I felt him pushing harder and harder as my hole tried to resist violation. He felt huge—far bigger than Lilith’s two fingers in me. “Don’t fight it, Jess. Push back against the wall. Let him inside you.” I bit my lower lip and pushed back as hard as I could against the wall when it happened. I screamed out in this unholy mixture of pain and strange pleasure as the head of his cock popped inside me. “If feels like he’s tearing me open,” I grunted while staring into Lilith’s eyes. “Fuck...I’ll never forget the look on your face,” Lilith said kissing me. I felt the man’s cock starting to pump, but it was only shallow pumps. I told Lilith. “Maybe he’s not long enough for that belly. Hmmmm,” she mused. A moment later she was pressed up against the hole. “Come in here and fuck her,” I heard her offer. The cock quickly disappeared from my ass and there was a knock on our door. Lilith opened the door and it was indeed our overweight guy that had groped my tits in the store. He may not have had a long cock, but he wasn’t joking about it being fat. It looked like a soda can with giant mushroom head. With some rearranging, I was now positioned bent over the stool facing the door that they left open. My tits were pressed and squished against the dirty stool. The stranger was behind me in front of the TV, and Lilith was in the corner behind me to “watch me get gaped” as she put it. I felt his gut on top of me, heavy and warm, before I felt him push his cock against my asshole once again. And again I screamed out as he forced his fat dick into my too-small pucker, but this time he kept push and pushing until his hairy balls came to rest against my bald cunt. He stayed like that for what felt like forever, his thick cock buried in my ass stretching and tearing me open. I moaned and squealed trying to relax against the anal onslaught. He began pumping in and out in long, slow thrusts. Each thrust in was harder than the last. I could feel my ass jiggle and my body lurch forward each time his balls slapped against my pussy. I hadn’t even noticed that there was a black guy standing in the doorway stroking his dick until I heard Lilth say, “Her mouth is free to use,” and I opened my eyes. He walked in and wrapped my hair in his hand and pushed his dick against my lips. I opened my mouth and got something unexpected. He wasn’t exactly gentle. He held my head up by my hair and starting fucking my face, and more accurately my throat. I was gagging and gurgling. I was spitting up throat slime. It was at that time, feeling both men greedily fucking my holes, that I first felt like a piece of fuck-meat. I can’t say I was immediately in love with the feeling of being a human fleshlight in that moment, but I didn’t exactly hate it either. It was confusing. “Yeah...fuck this whore’s throat, bro,” the voice behind me grunted. “Make her puke.” Both men continued pumping incessantly in their chosen hole until the black guy pulled out, started grunting, and then erupted all over my face exclaiming, “Fuck yeah, you nasty bitch!”. He slapped his softening dick against the sides of my face and mouth. His thick, warm cum seemed to just stick to my face. “Baby’s first facial!” Lilith exclaimed with glee. My overweight lover behind me grunted, “Want it on your back or in your ass?” Before I could even formulate a response, Lily answered. “Deep in her ass.” Several more thrusts later he stopped balls deep in me. All of his weight seemed on top of me. He clutched my hips and grunted. Even to me, it was obvious he was flooding my guts with his seed. I could almost see it in my mind’s eye—squirt after squirt shooting from the tip of his dick and coating my insides. I could see my colon glazed with this spunk; it slowly being absorbed by my aching body. He finally went soft inside of me and slipped out. I stayed their motionless bent over with cum starting to drip from my face onto the floor. He grabbed a wet-wipe and cleaned his cock off and casually tossed the used wipe onto my back. “Thanks, girls. That was fun. Enjoy the load, Raw Girl,” he said before zipping up and disappearing down the hallway. “We need to go to the theater NOW!” Lilith said picking up my skirt from the floor and grabbing the leash in her hand.

This is intended to be read after "Anal Ravaging in the Booth" as they are from the same night. Story Link: As I stood up, the used wet-wipe that had been so casually be tossed onto my back fell onto the floor. “Pick it up and toss it in the trash over there,” Lilith said. I looked down at it and then back up at her. “But it’s gross.” “Says the girl with cum all over her face and in her ass. It’s too late after what just happened to be a germaphobe, Jess. Pick it up and dispose of it like a good girl.” I reluctantly picked it up and tossed it into the half-full trash can. When we left the booth, I could see several guys standing in the hallway. Lilith yanked on my chain and we went in the opposite direction to the theater. I could hear their footsteps behind us even over the clicking of my heels against the tiles and the disembodied moans from women being fucked on the monitors in the booths next to us. I felt like prey being led down the hallway with a pack of ravenous animals behind me ready to pounce. I stayed extra close to Lilith as we made our way to the theater room door. It was hard to make out the room as we entered. There were a few tiered rows of old, movie theater style seats. Down near the front were three, black, leather couches. The room wasn’t really any bigger that one of my normal classrooms on campus, but the entire wall displayed a porno cast by a projector behind us. There was a cute, busty, brunette taking two cocks in her ass moaning and screaming as the men pumped away. I could see a few men in the chairs nearby. It was clear that they were jerking off watching the starlet getting fucked silly. Lilith tugged on the chain and led us to the middle couch front and center of the action. She told me to sit down in the middle of the couch, and after I had plopped into position, she leaned over and unhooked the chain from my collar “Be a bad girl for me, okay?” she whispered seductively into my right ear and started to walk away. “Lilith! Where are you going? Don’t leave me here alone!” “I’m not leaving. I’m going to be watching you the whole time from a seat in the back.” She blew me a kiss and walked back to the top row by the door we came in. The guys that were seated when we arrived had stood up and were moving closer. The few guys following us in the hallway were walking down the aisle towards me. I turned around quickly and tried to watch the porn that was playing. “Nothing is going to happen. They’re just going to sit behind me and jerk off,” I tried to convince myself. My hands and arms tingled like I had being shocked plugging in a lamp. I tried to focus my brain, but it was awash in a muddy entanglement of fear, paranoia, and lusty fantasy. Certainly the Oxy I had taken earlier wasn’t helping my spiraling thoughts. Suddenly, I could see a guy coming from my left and my right and my heart exploded into racing palpitations. I could hear their rhythmic whooshing in my ears as I waited for what was next. They sat down on the couch next to me. A hand each was immediately on my thighs. My whole body trembled. “What’s that top of yours say?” the guy on my right asked. “Raw Girl,” I said about ready to pass out. I had to tell myself over and over to breathe. “Were you a raw girl in that booth? I see cum all over that pretty face.” His hand went to my pussy. “But I can’t seem to see any cum leaking from this cunt. I’m pretty sure we all heard you getting more than just your face fucked, and we all saw two guys leave before you. Where did that fat fuck empty his balls hmm?” “Into my ass,” I said sheepishly. The guy on my left has begun squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples with his left hand while he stroked his cock through his shorts with his right hand. “Your first load of the night, Raw Girl?” the stranger on the right asked. “Yes,” I cooed as his fingers went into my pussy. “My very first time in my ass,” I moaned. “Stand up, slut,” he said firmly. I pulled myself out of the soft couch and stood facing him. I could see Lilith in a seat in the back playing with her pussy with a huge smile across her face. I looked back down just in time to see the guy sliding his shorts off. He had a long, thick cock and uncut head. He was stroking it lightly. You could see a glimmer of precum thanks to the light of the projector. He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the couch straddling him. He started sucking my tits, and I felt him reaching around to my asshole. He began exploring it with his fingertips. “You’re leaking, and I can definitely tell you just got fucked. A pretty, little gape, Raw Girl.” I moaned helplessly like a bitch in heat. “How old are you, slut?” I could feel his hard cock brushing against my dripping slit. “I’m 19.” “Let me guess; daddy’s good girl gone off to college and saw one too many nasty videos online?” I felt his hand brush down my inner thigh. I knew what was about to happen. “Something like that,” I said as he guided the tip of his dick into my gash. The other guy from the couch was suddenly behind me. I was distracted and hadn’t noticed he had moved. I felt his large, rough hands on top of my shoulders. He began applying downward force driving the other stranger’s cock deep into my cunt. “You’re going to get plenty of loads fucked into you tonight. I can promise you that.” The racing thoughts suddenly stopped. Instinct kicked in and I started bouncing up and down. I could feel his heavy, full balls slap against me every time I pushed myself down. I could feel the tip of his cock nearly slip free of my hot sex before I impaled myself upon it once more. The stranger behind me had reached under my arms and was ruthlessly squeezing my tits. He mashed them against my body and in the palms of his dirty hands. I loathed and loved it in equal measure. “You feel that, you filthy whore? You feel my cock against your back.” he grunted in my ear—sweat dripping from his face onto my shoulder. “Yes,” I panted while still riding the unsheathed cock inside me. The guy below me suddenly slid down towards the edge of the cushion. Without warning I was pushed up and forwards toward the back of the couch. I had no time to react. The cock that had been leaving a trail of precum all over my back was suddenly pushing into my ass. “Jesus….fuuuucckkk!” I moaned wildly. The feeling of two, hard cocks inside of me was beyond mind-bending. I had never felt so full or violated in my life. It was sensory overload for someone so inexperienced. I couldn’t tell where my body stopped and where cock began, but I was on fire all the same. “I think this bitch likes both holes plugged,” the man throttling my ass grunted while digging his fingertips into the flesh of my hips. “I do,” I moaned looking up to see Lilith furiously rubbing her clit. The men in the row of seats behind us were no longer idly sitting in their seats tugging at their meat. It was clear that I was fair game at this point. The two directly behind us pushed their erections towards me. I reached out and grasped them without thought. I was immediately stoking each as both men inside me pumped and groaned in tandem. I wondered which of the four cocks in contact with my body would cum first. Despite having received the least of my attention, both cocks in my hands erupted one after the other in quick succession. Ropes of sticky, white cream shot forth and covered both sides of my face. A small stream from one spurt rolled down off my left eye, alongside my nose, and against my lips. I pushed my tongue out and licked as much as I could gain access to—thanking them verbally for painting my face. The dick stretching my ass went from hard, fast, evenly spaced thrusts to rapid, sporadic ones. It wasn’t long before his full weight was against me; his cock buried to the hilt. I knew he was flooding my guts with his cum. I wanted it all. I pictured every last drop of his seed leaving his balls and filling my ass. He quickly went soft and was pushed out by my tightening hole. But no sooner than one load had been emptied, another was being shot into deep into my cunt. I was surprised by how quickly he wanted out from underneath me though. He practically pushed me off onto the cushion next to us. I felt...undesirable in that moment. Strangely, I felt almost hurt that I was merely tossed aside after he blew his load in me. But, those feelings were quickly vanquished. The other guys that had been so patiently waiting and watching were now surrounding me. They wanted their turn to fuck the cheap, theater whore.

It was only two weekends after Lilith went down on me for the first time that we were both in her car driving to a “surprise” in the middle of the night. “I don’t see what we’re doing out here, and why you made me dress like this. Where the fuck even are we? And what’s this surprise? I don’t like surprises unless I know what they are ahead of time,” I complained with my arms crossed as we cruised down the highway in her barely clinging to life convertible Mustang. Lilith looked over at me. I could see her out of the corner of my left eye. I could see her impish smirk. “Don’t...just don’t,” I pouted. “Don’t what?” “Do what you do to get me to smile and laugh.” “Look, baby. I know you are CLEARLY full of questions. You just gotta trust me. And let’s be real...if you know about it ahead of it time it really isn’t a surprise at all. It takes the fun out of it.” “Knowing about it takes the fear out of it for me,” I shot back annoyed that she dodged any real answers. “But sometimes it just feels so good to be scared, baby. Isn’t that why you and I watch horror movies together all snuggled up under a blanket?” “Those are movies and not real life,” I pointed out. “I don’t think you appreciate how much fear can be a turn on, Jess. And as for your outfit? You know I love you in a short skirt and tank top. I get to see those thighs and big tits of yours,” she said while running her right hand up my left thigh to just under my skirt edge. I instinctively spread my legs. “That’s my good girl.” I loved when Lilith praised me like that, and I let slip a smile as she played with my bare pussy below my skirt. Her casual fingering of me while we drove had put me in a sort of pleasure trance. I had barely noticed we had exited the highway and were parking in a gravel lot in front of a very rundown, metal building. Uhh where the fuck are we? Are getting gas or something? ‘Cuz I don’t see any pumps.” Lilith undid her seat belt. “No, goofball. This is the surprise.” “I...I don’t get it. Help me out here.” “Well you obviously very much enjoy eating pussy, right?” I immediately began to blush. “Well, MY pussy at least...for now…” “For now?!” I replied. “You enjoy eating me out, yes?” she asked. I nodded in agreement. “Okay, well...we need for you to try dick again. To see if you like it as well. I don’t think your singular experience with some awkward camp counselor pumping his dick in and out of you for three minutes is a way for you to judge all the many cocks that exist in the world.” “Uhhhh…” I stammered in bewilderment. “I’m happy with just enjoying you.” “Don’t you wanna know though? Maybe the guy at camp was just a bad, virgin experience.” “I mean...yeaahhh...I guess...maybe. I dunno. I don’t even know a guy.” Lilith gestured to the front windshield of her car towards the building in front of us. “Voila! That’s why I brought you here.” I looked out the window and finally saw the sign. “You brought me to an adult bookstore to buy a dildo?” “Bookstore, gloryholes, AND adult theater,” she said with a big smile. “And no...I brought your here to experience real cock in the way it’s meant to be experienced for girls like us.” “No...no...no. Absolutely not. Zero fucking chance,” I earnestly protested. “I am NOT that type of girl.” “Baby...come on. You gotta trust me. Deep down in side of you I know that type of girl exists. She yearns to be set free from the moral prison you constructed around her. Besides, this is perfect. It’ll be somebody you don’t know. We can just go to a booth...together. I’ll be with you the whole. You’ll never see the guy...like ever. Nobody but us will know.” “Lilith, are you fucking crazy? I can barely handle that I might be a lesbian.” “Exactly!” she beamed. “What if you’re not a 100% lesbian. Maybe you’re bi like me. Let’s find out and just see. Maybe nothing will even happen in there.” I sat motionless looking into her eyes. “Just give one guy a blowjob and we’ll leave if you hate it. Promise,” she said giving me a soft kiss. I could see it in her face how badly she wanted this. I hated disappointing her, and we had driven a long time to get there. I let out a sigh. Lilith had already begun to smile. “You’ll be with me the entire time?” “The entire time. Girl Scouts’ honor.” “You were never even one!” “I thought about being one! That counts right?” Lilith replied with a giddy laugh. “You’d be a fucking horrible Girl Scout, and you know it. Fuck...fine...ONE blowjob,” I said with a sigh. “Yay!” Lilith squealed. “Like I said, maybe nothing will happen but at least you tried.” “Bitch,” I said playfully, “there’s like a dozen cars here.” “True,” Lilith replied. “Here. I brought this for you to wear. It’ll be extra sexy. Nothing like a good, Christian girl with big tits wearing a cross doing naughty things.” She handed me the cross I came to school wearing and draped it atop my breasts on the outside of my black tank top. “No bra really feels slutty,” I said looking at the cross against my tits which were pouring out of my too-small top. “Exact! Now you’re getting it, babe. Come on!” Lilith practically dragged me running into the den of perversions. As soon as we entered the store, it felt like every pair of eyes was on us. “I dunno if I can do this,” I whispered. Lilith took my left hand in her right and squeezed. “I’m here,” she said comfortingly. She, in what would be best described as parading, walked me up and down the aisles of the store. “What are you doing?” I pleaded quietly. “Advertising. Didn’t you learn anything from our Marketing 101 class? Just look your pretty self and try not to pass out, okay? Just breathe. And you’re really squeezing my hand a little hard, babe.” “Sorry,” I said sheepishly. I could feel the cheeks of my face burning I was so anxious. Even my arms and legs were tingling with anxiety. I was so uncomfortable. We walked over to a bin of cheap porno DVDs. “Bend over a little,” Lilith whispered. I leaned over the bin a bit feeling my Catholic schoolgirl skirt lift up very close to the point of exposing my bare bottom. “Mmhhh you have a lot of lookers, baby. Bend over more. Show them that pretty pussy for me.” How could I resist her? As absolutely terrified as I was to be showing a bunch of random strangers my precious gift, disappointing Lilith would make me feel worse. I bent over more pretending to look through the assortment of budget DVDs. I could feel that I was totally exposed. Lilith squeezed my hand. “That’s enough of a show. Come, baby.” We walked to the counter by a narrow door. “We’d like to go to booth 4,” Lilith said loud enough that the men behind us could hear. The older guy standing behind the counter eyeballed us up and down before flicking his head towards the door and giving a half grunt. Lilith led me down a dark, narrow hallway that smelled more like a gym’s locker room with hints of Lysol. We entered a blue door with an upside down number 4 hanging in the center of it. The tiny room that barely was enough for the two of us was apparently a “buddy booth” Lilith told me. There was a metal stool, a dispenser with wet-wipes, a trash can, a porn screen playing porn, a large cutout in each side wall, and one majorly sticky floor. “I’m so proud of you,” Lilith said closing the door behind us. “You look so fucking hot and those guy are so horny for you. They were all eye fucking the shit out of you.” She leaned in and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. “I feel like such a whore doing this,” I confessed. “Buy you’re MY whore,” Lilith whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine. “Besides, whores get paid. You’re doing this for free. That makes you a slut technically.” She gave me another passionate kiss and finished it with a nibble on my lower lip. “Oh my god! You’re first cock of the night!” Lilith exclaimed pointing to the wall to my right. “What...what do I do now?” I said with an awkward, nervous laugh. Lilith grabbed my shoulders and placed me in front of the hole. With some pressure, she pushed down on me until I went down onto my knees in front of the cock poking through the hole. “Now just start sucking and licking,” she said pushing my head toward the throbbing dick. Whoever the guy was, he was definitely better hung than the camp counselor that took my virginity. I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue to the underside of his manhood. He was so hard and warm. I took the length of his exposed dick into my mouth and began licking and sucking the stranger off. “That’s a good slut, baby,” Lilith moaned. I could hear her rubbing her wet pussy as she watched me attempting my first blowjob. As I continued to do my best, I followed all of the advice Lilith was moaning. I think I was more turned on by her telling me what to do and hearing how turned on she was more so than sucking the dick. But even tasting my first cock was exciting, and I loved hearing the guy behind the wall grunting and moaning. The stranger started fucking my stationary mouth. “Oooh fuck yeah, baby,” Lilith moaned. “Here it comes.” There was a rapid knocking on the wall. I looked up at Lilith confused. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back just as the stranger’s cock starting shooting out massive ropes of thick, white cum all over my black tank-top, gold cross, and chin. “Ohhh holy fuck that looks so fucking hot, Jess.” “Yeah? Really?” I said completely surprised. “You look so sexy covered in a random guy’s load,” she replied rubbing her clit while sitting on the stool. Moments later, fingers suddenly appeared through the wall. I look over at Lilith. “He wants to play with your cunt,” she moaned. “Stand up and put that pussy up near the hole for him to finger.” I must have appeared hesitant. “Do it,” she said more sternly than I had ever heard her speak. The stranger’s thick, rough fingers spread my lips and slipped inside my sex—squelching with profound wetness. I guess my pussy was far more eager than my brain was. I placed my palms flat against the wall in front of me and moaned as the man poked, prodded, and explored my most intimate area as he saw fit. “Lean down to the hole and ask him if he wants to fuck you,” Lilith said more like a command than a suggestion. I don’t know why, but her telling me to do it sent sensual tingles all through my body. I stepped back feeling the man’s fingers slide slowly out of me. Putting my mouth near the dark void, I whispered, “Would you like to fuck me?” “Louder!” Lilith admonished. “Would you like to fuck me?” I said in an almost yell. A rock-hard cock sheathed in a red condom pushed through into our room almost immediately. Lilith’s hand had grabbed my hair and pulled me up straight. Without a word, she pulled my skirt up over my ass and pushed my butt firmly back against the wall. She pulled on my cross bending me over. “Feet apart,” she grunted kicking at my feet. “Mmmhh there we go. Just one more thing,” she said. “Arms forward.” With that, she pulled off my cum-blotted tank-top. My DD breasts hung freely now. “I wanna see those tits swinging when he pounds you.” “Lili…” I started to say, but it was too late. Before I could finish her name, the strangers cock slammed into my cunt. “Ooooohhh fuck!” I screamed. “YES!” Lilith exclaimed dropping to her knees. “Oh my god, Jess! His cock is pounding your little gash so hard. It looks so hot, baby!” She leaned in a bit and started sucking on my right breast as the stranger continued to throttle my pussy with his unyielding thrusts. I grabbed the stool to steady myself—hopefully to keep myself from falling over. It sounded like the wall between us was going to collapse from how hard he was slamming into me. I grunted and moaned like a bitch in heat. Lilith had begun to rub my clit while still sucking and biting on my nipple. I was in sexual heaven. Suddenly it stopped. I felt the throbbing, anonymous cock pull out. The all-out assault on my pussy had ceased. “Did he finish?” I moaned a little dejectedly. I was close to orgasm myself. I could hear Lilith mumbling something I couldn’t make out, and then, “No. He hasn’t. Just a second.” As quickly as the pounding had stopped, it restarted with even more fervor. Lilith was completely under me now pushing my hips against the wall. There it was again...the rapid tapping on the wall. Lilith wasn’t pulling me away this time though. She was holding me firmly against the wall. I guess that made sense. He was wearing a condom so it really didn’t matter if he came inside me. I guess the sound of the tapping...knowing that this stranger was so turned on fucking naive, little me that he was going to cum did something to my brain. I could feel the floodgates open. “I’m coming,” I moaned unsteadily. My arms and legs twitching as the orgasm washed over me. “Oh fuck it feels so good.” “He’s cumming too,” Lilith moaned beneath me. “You’re such a hot, little, slut.” As the secret cock disappeared back into abyss behind the wall, I stood up straight. I realized I was covered it sweat. My heart was throbbing away—beating wildly in my chest. My mind was awash in a million conflicting thoughts about what I had just done. Lilith licked up my sweaty neck to my lips. As our lips met, she began kissing me deeply. “I knew that type of girl was inside of you! I fucking love it. Slut you is just so hot that I can’t help myself. I find myself wanting to ruin you.” “You’re such a terrible influence on me.” “I’m your Lilith after all,” she said giving me another kiss. I felt something drip onto the inner thigh of my left leg. I looked down turning towards the pulsating light emanating from the TV screen playing porn. My stomach dropped. I thought I was suddenly going to pass out. THAT was definitely not supposed to be there. “What the FUCK is THAT!!! WHY DID THAT DRIP OUT OF ME?!” I said in a panic. “So...about that,” Lilith said with a wicked smile forming on her mouth. She raised her left hand, and the red condom that I had seen early now hung freely from her thumb and forefinger. I instantly recalled the brief moment when the stranger stopped fucking me and she said something I couldn’t hear. “You slipped it off?!” I said angrily. Lilith gave a nod. “He fucking came inside me! Some random dude just came in me!” “I know baby, and it was so fucking hot seeing his cock and balls spasm as he pumped his load deep in that sweet, little cunt of yours.” “What if I catch something or get pregnant? What the fuck?!” I grabbed my tank-top and started to put in on. “You’re not going to catch anything, and you’re on the pill so don’t worry.” “I’m not on the fucking pill! Why would I be? My parents and church are against it. I definitely don’t need it going down on your pussy. Fuck...I don’t even bother to track to know if I am ovulating! Fuck! Fuck!! Fucks!!!” “I’m sorry, but that kinda makes this even hotter,” Lilith fired back. “Dammit, Lilith!” I said panicking at all the horrible consequences that were racing around and around in my mind. I reached for a wet-wipe to clean myself up. Lilith immediately swatted my hand away and took my face into the palm of her hands. Her hypnotic green eyes peered into my scared, brown eyes. “Baby, relax. Breathe. It’s fine. You’re fine.” “What I did was horrible. I am a horrible person.” “Stop that! You’re none of that. You’re sweet, funny, honest, passionate, and sexy. You’re also discovering you are a slut. It’s okay! We’re both sluts. We’re built for pleasure; to experience pleasure; to be pleasure objects for others to enjoy. You came tonight from being a slut...from being yourself without worrying about god or your parents. Besides, you look so freaking hot right now with that cum-stained top on and a completely different stranger’s spunk running down your legs.” “Honest?” “Honest, my love,” Lilith said giving me a soft kiss on my forehead. “Wear their cum with pride, baby. You made two men and one, redheaded girlfriend very happy tonight.” All of my fear and self-loathing melted away in that moment. She had never said the l-word before or called me her girlfriend. “Let’s go home, little cum slut. Show everyone on the way out what a good, messy, leaky job you did. You had a big first time here.” “First time?” “You wanna come back don’t you?” Lilith asked as she turned the doorknob to our booth. “Kinda,” I said with a devilish smile. “That’s my girl,” she replied taking my hand in hers as we walked out into the hallway. “Next time though...your ass gets fucked.” “Don’t get your hopes up,” I said squeezing her hand knowing that I would indeed be giving up my ass for the first time when we returned to booth number four.

During the second wave of COVID I was having a bout of insomnia so I hopped on Grindr. Within a couple minutes I got a "Sup?" from an average looking guy that was within a mile. I replied back and he asked what I was doing up and I told him I couldn't sleep and he said same. Looking at his profile I noticed he had safe sex only listed as well as being a vers top. I was a little bummed because I wasn't really cleaned out for bottoming, and, when I do bottom, I want a guy's load in there. He asked if I was up for coming over to his place, and I asked him what he was looking to do. He said he was looking to top. He sent a picture of his cock and it was impressive, about 8 inches long and thick at the base. I told him I needed to prep and shower and he said that wasn't a problem. Half an hour later I put on a jock strap, a hoodie, and sweats and walked over to his place which took about 15-20 minutes. He buzzed me up to his place and I knocked on his door and he opened it up for me. We exchanged greetings and I followed him in to a tiny but modern studio. I kicked off my shoes and he poured me a glass of wine. We exchanged small talk for a bit but his personality rubbed me a bit the wrong way, so I nudged the conversation towards sex and I could see his cock harden in his sweats. We put our wine down and stood up and started kissing. I put my hand down the front of his sweats and grabbed on to his cock which was almost as thick as a soda can at the base. He put his hands down the back of my sweats and felt my underwear. "Oh, a jock strap?" he asked as he grabbed my ass cheeks. "Yep," I replied, "easy access." He pulled off my hoodie and turned me around and pushed me up to his dining table, pulling my sweats down as well. He bent me over slightly and knelt down and started rimming my hole. I was instantly in heaven. He did that for a minute and then stood up and went to his bedside table and got a condom and lube. I went over and got on the bed as he opened the condom wrapper and stretched it down over his huge cock. "You've got a great ass, I can't wait to fuck it," he said. "I haven't taken a cock that big in a while," I told him. "I'm gonna have to start by riding you." He nodded and laid down on the bed, pointing that big cock straight up. It looked quite intimidating. He got some lube and started lubing up his condom covered dick. I noticed he kept stretching the rubber down towards the base. I thought to myself that for a safe sex top he was being kinda careless with it, but didn't say anything. I got on top of him and positioned the head at my hole. I slowly started opening up, and managed to slide about halfway down before going back up again. After about a minute of riding I managed to get most of it inside me, but it was tough and I kind of rushed myself. I told him we could switch positions if he wanted. He suggested doggy style, so I pulled off him and got on my hands and knees. I looked back as he lined up his cock with my hole and noticed him stretching the condom back even more. I thought at this rate I might get a raw fuck so I definitely didn't say anything. He pushed back into me slowly and got balls deep as I moaned. He pulled back out until just the tip was in and pushed back in. His cock felt amazing, but it was really stretching me, even though I was slowly getting used to it. He thrust in and out of me about 10 times when I thought I felt the tension of the condom shift. I didn't hear anything so I wasn't one hundred percent sure it had broken, but I was fairly certain it had. His demeanor changed a bit and he got more aggressive with his thrusting. I reached back and grabbed his cock and could still feel the condom at the base, so I still wasn't sure if it was actually broken. After a few minutes he started flipping me over onto my back with his cock still in me so I couldn't get a look to see if the condom was still intact. He managed to get me all the way flipped without pulling out, and I started jerking my cock at the thought that I might be getting bred in a few minutes. I pulled him down to me so we could kiss as he resumed fucking my ass. I told him I was getting close and he said he was as well. I told him not to wait for me and he increased his pace, sliding that big dick over my prostate. After another minute he thrust deep and told me he was cumming. The thought that a stranger's sperm might be spewing into me sent me over the edge and I shot my own load over my stomach. He kissed me and started pulling out. "Oh shit," he said, looking down, "the condom broke." Inside I smiled. "Oh damn," I said, "you're neg right?" "Yeah" "Okay, well fuck, that's kinda hot," I told him. "You like getting bred?" He asked. "Yeah, I love the thought of a load getting pumped into me." I replied. I don't know for sure if he broke it on purpose, but I was glad he did. A couple weeks later he messaged me again on Grindr asking if I wanted to hook up again. I agreed and threw on just a pair of shorts with no underwear, a sleeveless hoodie, and a pair of shoes and headed over. He buzzed me up and when he opened the door, I kicked off my shoes, kissed him, and stripped completely naked and got on his bed. As he stripped off his clothes I noticed a condom next to the lube, but I was determined to not use it this time. He sucked me for a minute, then laid down next to me. I reached over to grab the lube and lubed myself and him up, jerking us both. He moaned in pleasure and had his eyes shut. I straddled him and placed the raw, lubed head of his cock at the entrance to my ass and started to let it penetrate me. "You should put the condom on me" he said, my sphincter sliding slowly further down his giant bare dick. "Why? You already fucked a load into me," I replied, bottoming out and raising back up again. I started kissing him. "Yeah, but that was risky," he said as I slid back down on his cock. "Oh, I thought you broke it on purpose," I told him, rising up again while clenching my ass on his cock. "No, it was an accident," he said as I sank back down again on his raw dick. "Oh, that's a bummer. It's still hot though," I told him. I raised up completely off his cock and got up off the bed and leaned over it with my ass jutting outward and started to jerk my cock. "You better put it on, my hands are covered in lube and I don't think I could open it. Or you could save time and just get behind me and shove that big dick in me bareback until you breed me again." He got off the bed and got behind me. He pushed his uncovered cock back in me, grabbed my shoulders and started fucking my raw ass. He railed me for about 5 minutes and then wrapped his arms around me and kissed my ear. "You're right, I did break it on purpose," he whispered. I shot my load onto his floor a few moments later. 10 minutes later I was walking home and started to feel his load running down the inside of my thigh. Managed to get loaded two more times in the next couple weeks.

I've discovered a new way (for me at least) to get my rocks off. I'm on a brief holiday in Rome and I got real horny - italian men are rerally hot! I got really horny and not far from the Colloseum I met a real cute guy. Young, probably 18, 19, small, dark, shaved black hair, nice tats on his arms. Clearly a hustler but real hot and smelling of sex. I had left everything of value in the hotel but had money enough in various pockets. He winked and started to chat. "You looking for nice boy?" he asked. I was already sporting a boner so I agreed to go with him into a nearby park. "200 euro" he said when we were in some bushes. "Fuck off! A hundred and no condom. Its all I've got " which was a lie but I thought the guy was trouble. That's what gave me the boner. "If you wanna fuck me no condom. Its 200" he repeated. "No. 100 and you fuck me no condom!" This surpried him but he agreed. His cock was dark in colour and long. He was hard veruy quickly. He spat and I bent over. The pain was suddern as he jabbed at my hole but he soon slid in and he began to fuck me. For a john he seemed really into it. He grunted a lot and felt my tits and ass a lot. I told him that I had more money if he made it good. He fucked me real hard, pressing his groin right up close under my ass. He came fast. A long grunt and his Roman wad squirted up into my guts, he pulled out and quickly asked for his money. "Search me!" I said. And he went through my pockets and took all the money I had. As he searched around me, I came without touching myself, quite a lot if it ending up on his jacket. He swore and wiped my cum on my shirt. Bastard I thought, but I realised I like the danger of getting fucked by a street hustler in a park at night in Rome!

It'd been a few months since I'd been to the baths - - - and a few months since I'd parTied. I still had three bags in my stash, so I loaded up my gear and headed downtown. The place was pretty dead for a Friday night - but it was kinda early (11:00pm). Got myself a good room and started to get my party on. I was in one of those wierd moods - horny as hell, but really didn't want to play any cruising games. I smoked until I felt that familiar tingle in my ass, squirted some j-lube in my hole with a syringe, and fingered my hole while watching Corey Jay get fucked on the video monitor. Found a tab of X in my pill bottle, and washed it down with some vodka for good measure. Slipped on my red cotton jock and got ready to go out and make the rounds. The rubber cockring and neoprene ballstretcher gave a nice bulge to the jock pouch, even though my cock was pretty soft. As I walked down the hallways, there were plenty of hot guys - but I just couldn't get myself into it, for some reason. Went downstairs to the second floor and did the circuit there, too. Out of habit, I decided to walk through the maze - though I'm usually more of a visual person and like to see what's going up my ass or down my throat. Anyway, I shuffled slowly down the dark, plywood-walled corridor, letting my eyes adjust to the little light coming from a flickering video screen. The maze has small, dead-end 'rooms' off the main path, where guys can lurk, waiting for some curious fuck to wander in. I let my knuckles drift along the rough plywood, trying to feel if there was a warm body hiding in the dark. I made my way around the small cubicle without running into anyone, so I headed back to the opening of the main corridor. After being in pitch blackness, the corridor seemed almost bright. I could actually see white towels moving around in the dimness. I saw a semihard cock hanging out of a gloryhole - - - the short bearcub in front of me dropped to his knees and quickly took it in his mouth, followed by a guttural moan on the other side of the plywood wall. I eased my way around the kneeling cocksucker, and slid into the next cubicle opening. Once again, I let my fingers guide me around the inky blackness. I reached the back of the space, and was about ready to turn around, when I felt a warm body behind me. A hand found my waist and slid around to my flat stomach. The hand pulled our bodies closer together, until my ass pressed against his crotch and my back rubbed against his hairy pecs. Now, like I said, I usually like to have a visual of the guy I'm playing with - - - but the X and the T and the blackness of the maze just made me give in to the moment. He wasn't wearing a towel, and I could feel his cock starting to throb against my asscheeks. His other hand had found my left nipple, and was tugging on the stainless steel ring that pierced it. I moaned a little, letting him know I was his. A deep growl sounded next to my ear, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He smelled like cigarettes and whiskey. My skin was electric from the X, and his hands sent shockwaves through my body. I ground my ass against his hardening tool, letting my pre-lubed hole coat his meat. I reached around, grabbing his cock, massaging it and gauging its size. Fuck! Not the biggest I've had - but certainly thick enough to keep me interested! He was wearing a metal donut cockring, and what felt like a heavy metal ballstretcher. His hand grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from his cock - (Okay, Daddy! Take charge!). I positioned my feet against the sidewalls of the small cubicle (about 3 feet apart) and put my hands against the wall in front of me. His rough hand slid up and down my slick crack until his thumb popped into my swollen pucker. He twisted his thumb around, opening me up (like I really needed that!), and then I felt his warm cock slide in beside his thumb. "Fucccckkkkkkkk!" I moaned, as he leaned forward, sinking his meat all the way to the balls. His right hand grabbed my shoulder for leverage, and he began deep dicking me. All I could hear were the grunts from the fucker behind me, and the slapping of his pelvis against my sweaty ass. I took a deep breath, and completely relaxed my hole, giving him all the room he needed to tear my ass apart. "Unh! ungh! ungh! unnh! unnngghh!" he panted, slamming my hungry fuckhole with his bare cock. After a coupla minutes, he pulled out, placed his hands under my armpits and pulled me to a standing position. I felt his hot breath next to my ear again, and he whispered, "You got a great ass, but I don't wanna cum yet." His hand glided up and down the cleft of my ass one more time, and then he turned and headed back into the maze. I was still catching my breath, and trying to figure out what I wanted to do next, when I felt another warm body behind me. (Hmmmm! Maybe this wasn't so bad after all!) I braced myself against the wall again, and the anonymous cock easily slid into my open hole. He pumped frantically for about a minute, and then I felt his cock pulse, dumping a load in my ass. This time, I didn't even stand up. Within seconds it seemed, I had another cock breeding me. Evidently, word was getting around that some slut was taking loads in the maze, 'cause four more guys fucked me after that - each leaving a warm load in my gut. The X and T were combining with the sleazy, anonymous sex, and I was growing hungrier by the minute. After the sixth load, there was a lull, so I decided to head back to my room for a little more 'smoke.' Definitely got some stares from the guys as I walked back into the light of the outer hallway - - - my 'fuck' street cred had gone up a few notches in their eyes. I got back to my room, flopped down on the foam mattress, and lit a cigarette. I had left the door cracked open a bit, just so I could keep an eye on who was walking by. Flipping through the channels on the 'all porn, all the time' TV, I finally found a decent BB flick with guys takin' turns fuckin' a leather bottom in a sling. Since things were pretty dead (and I didn't feel like getting up to close the door), I reached in my bag and pulled out a baggie of finely crushed T and one of those plastic Bic pen caps with the pocket clip extension. Dipped in the bag and raised the pen cap to my nose - SNORT! Mmmmmmm - I love that burn! Then one for the other nose. Just as I inhaled through my right nostril, I saw a face looking in from the hall. I couldn't tell if he'd seen me snorting, or if it was too dark in the room. At any rate, I quickly stashed the baggie, and made like I was just smoking a cigarette. The face disappeared - but I was still a little freaked out. Hoping if he had seen anything, that he wasn't gonna go rat me out to the staff. To get my mind off it, I grabbed my towel and headed for the third floor shower to rinse off and drink some water. The warm water felt good on my X-tingling skin, and it felt good to wash off some of the filth of the maze. The snort of T was also starting to make its way into my bloodstream, and kick my sleazy mind back into gear! I shut the water off and pulled the flimsy shower curtain back - grabbed my thin towel and started to dry off. A big, black guy walked in and positioned himself at the urinal. I could hear the heavy stream of piss as it hit the plastic grid in the bottom of the bowl. Taking occasional glances as I was drying, I saw that he was well built AND well hung! He was wearing a black leather cockring with chrome pyramid studs that really looked hot against his dark skin. When he was finished, he slowly stroked the thick meat, squeezing a few more drops of piss into the urinal. Then he gave it three firm shakes and turned toward me. I'd been caught staring - and he knew it. He smiled a big grin and said, "How's it goin'?" I managed to utter, "Great - and you?" "Oh, I'm just gettin' here," he answered, "so I hope it's a busy night!" "I don't think you'll have any trouble," I smiled, finally recovering my dignity. "Maybe I'll see you later." He gave me a thumbs up, wrapped his towel around his narrow waist, and headed out to the hallway. I finished drying as well as I could with the threadbare towel, and noticed that my shriveled crystal dick was starting to show signs of life! Guess the thought of getting fucked by that thick, black cock was having a positive effect. Headed down the dark hallway to my room - - - finally getting over my earlier mood - and starting to enjoy cruising for XL cock! I wasted no time sliding the key in the lock, anxious to get inside and blow some thick clouds. This time, I shut the door for privacy, wanting to take my time loading the pipe and slowly heating a fresh rock until it vaporized. Digging through the baggie, I found a nice-sized rock and scooped it out and into the bowl of the glass pipe. Since I had time, I pulled out my flask of vodka and chugged a quick shot - letting the clear licquor burn on the way down - and then warm my insides. Then, I picked up the glass pipe, staring at the pea-sized shard of chemical that was about to send me deeper into my cockhungry pig-state. I flicked the starter on an old Zippo lighter, and waved the orangish-blue flame back and forth under the slightly blackened glass bowl. Careful! -Don't burn it! (I had been accused of this by another tweaker awhile back, and had since taken more care when heating the meth in a glass cock!) The rock disappeared into a small pool of liquid - and I continued slowly waving the flame back and forth under the bowl. Then it happened - as it always does - - - that thick, white cloud started to form, slowly drifting up the length of the glass tube, inching ever closer to my open mouth. I cleared my lungs, so that I could take a deep pull on the pipe. I set the lighter down, and slowly inhaled as long as I could. Hold it - hold it - hold it - hold it...............exhale............. Fuck yeah! I love gettin' fuckin' high at the baths. My own little drug - fuck - leather - kink - big cock - toy - cum - rubber - dildo - fist world! Flick the lighter again - this time, the smoke starts to form almost immediately. I do another deep hit. Hold it as long as possible. Exhale. FUCK!!!! My ass twitches just at the thought of getting stuFFed! Cock - fist - hell, I don't care! As long as somebody's playin' with my hungry fuckhole- I'll be happy! I set the pipe down on the wooden TV platform to cool - stash the baggie in my duffle - light a cigarette to cover up the acrid, metallic smell of the meth cloud - and tug on my limp dick. I can hear some guy gettin' fucked in the room next to me, his muffled moans seeping through the thin plywood wall - and the occasional thud of muscle against wood as his body gets shoved against the wall by the guy who's fuckin'him. I open my door to get a little fresh air from the hallway. The coolness of the outside air feels good against my chem-heated skin. This reminds me that I better get some water before I get distracted. I grab two plastic water bottles, and head back toward the drinking fountain to refill - not bothering with a towel, since it's already 2 am, and I'm high, and I'm in a fuckin' bathhouse! I tend to my business, but enjoy the long looks I get from the more timid guys in shorts and towels. That's right guys - I'm a fuckin' hot guy, high as a kite, with a msucled ass that needs to get fucked - NOW!!! When I get back to the room, the "T" has really kicked in, and I am in full "fuck me" mode. I leave the door about halfway open, and take a long drag on still-burning cigarette. Figure it's time to put on some of the leather I brought, so I fish through the duffle. First, the leather codpiece jock - cock and balls go through a hole in the front panel, leather strap up my greasy crack, six snaps attach the codpiece and keep my shriveled cock bathed in a pool of slimy lube. Next - leather harness - simple, black, wide cross straps with a chrome ring in front and back - shows off my hard worked pecs and lats, an' gives a top somethin' to grab onto for leverage! Armbands - red and black leather - shows I'm into fisting - versatile. Another drag on the cigarette. As I'm checkin' myself out in the mirror, I notice the face from earlier checkin' me out from the doorway. I pretend not to see him, an' let him enjoy the show. I squat down with my back to the door, lettin' him get a good look at my leather-strapped ass, while diggin' through the duffle for my tit clamps. Ah! There they are! The chain jingles as I pull them out of the canvas bag. I grab a sheet of paper towel off the roll I brought with me, and wipe the dripping sweat off my pierced nips. Clamp...... "Fuccckkkk!" I moan, as the rubber-padded clamp connects with the nerves on my "X" sensitized tit - like little electrical charges running between my nipple, my cock and my ass. I wipe the other nipple and repeat the process. "Fuck, yeah!" I smile to myself, letting the chrome chain drop between my pecs. I glance up to see the reaction on my audience. Fuck! He's gone. Oh well - I'm so into my own chem-leather scene now - I decide to just kick back and enjoy the ride. I light another cigarette, prop myself up on the two raggedy pillows, and flick through the porn on the TV. My buddy down at the front desk had said he'd brought some Raw Fuck Club dvds for later - I found one with Mason Garret gettin' fucked by this huge, black cock! Grabbed a dildo, lubed it up, slid the leather strap aside and shoved the rubber cock in my cummy hole. The face was back at the door! I could see now that he'd just left to put on some leather of his own. I shifted on the thin mattress toward the door, focusing my attention on the watcher. He was wearing a harness and a pair of rubber chaps (no jock), and was stroking a nice-sized cock. I let go of the dildo, leaving it lodged halfway in me, and hooked my thumb under the titclamp chain, giving it light tugs. He stepped further into the doorway. With my free hand, I picked up the cigarette from the ashtray and took a drag. Then I ground it out with the others, and stared unblinking at the stranger at the door. I cocked my head back, motioning him in. He got the message and walked the few steps to the edge of the bed. I sat up, legs on either side of his, and took his cock in my mouth. As I did, the rubber cock slid deep inside me and hit my prostate, driving me crazy! I slobbered on the big cock, moaning at the feel and taste of the thick piece of meat. He spread his legs a little for balance - and to force my legs farther apart. One of his hands found the back of my neck, guiding my head onto his cock - and holding me still as he pushed down my throat. (When I party, my gag reflex almost disappears, and I can deep throat with the best cocksuckers!) "PIG!" I heard him say, as my throat massaged the head of his cock. Just when I thought I was gonna pass out, the pressure on the back of my neck eased, and I let the tool slide out of my mouth. I coughed a little, gasping for air, while he gently ran his hand across my buzzed hair. "Fuck, you're hot!" he said, wiping his spit-covered meat up and down my stubbled cheek. He walked over and shut the door. "So - whuchoo get into?" he asked, slowly stroking his cock. "I get fucked," I answered, staring straight into his eyes. "And?" he continued. "Fisted," I added. "Party?" he asked. "Uh-huh," I answered, reaching up and fondling his heavy balls. "Raw?" "Yeah." "Couples?" "Hell, yeah." He reached around and unclipped a phone from the back of his chaps. Speed-dialed a number. "Hey." "Yeah." "Third floor." "Yeah - He's a fuckin' pig." "Yeah - bring it." "Mirrored Room." "Yeah - hurry up." Click I was still playing with my nips, staring at him. "That was my boyfriend," he said. "We like to play together - an' you look like fun!" he smiled, pushing me back on the bed and kneeling between my legs. "Ya mind if we party with ya?" he asked, grabbing the base of the big dildo and twisting it in my ass. "As long as I get fucked, you can do whatever ya want." He pulled the dildo out and sank his cock in all the way. "Like that?" he said, grinding his pelvis against my ass. "Uhhhhh-huhhhhhhhh," I moaned, feeling the heat filling my chemhungry hole. He rocked back and forth - not really fucking - just getting my ass used to his cock. I took in the image on the mirrored ceiling, liking the look of my hole getting bred by this hot stud! "Knock, knock knock," came a light tapping on the door. The stud pulled out, and got up to answer the door. He opened it just a crack - then all the way. What walked in was a fucking wet dream! Well over six feet tall, tatted all over, shaved head, and built like a brick shithouse! He was wearing a harness and chaps, too, but also was sporting a well-stuffed rubber jock. "Uh, this is my lover, Dan - - - and I'm Brent," Brent said, finally introducing himself (not always necessary, but nice if you need to ask for something...). "Great! Uh, and I'm Jim," I replied. Dan had a small, black gym bag that he tossed on the bed. "Brent says you're a fuckin' party pig," Dan said in a deep voice. "I'm as fuckin' nasty as they come," I threw it back to him. "Hope you like it good 'n' sloppy," I grinned, laying back and pulling my asscheeks apart to show off my gaping hole. "Fuck, that's hot!" he replied, reaching down and dipping two fingers into my slimy rosebud. "You a total bottom - or you fuck, too?" he asked. I unsnapped the leather codpiece, revealing my shriveled cock - "Sorry, can't help ya out there. Got a bad case o' crystal dick tonight," I said, lightly tugging at my useless meat. Dan sat on the edge of the bed and proceeded to unzip the gym bag. He dug through until he pulled out a small prescription bottle. He opened it and shook out a small, orange pill. "Here. Take this," he ordered. "What is it?" I asked, not afraid to try something new, but wanting to make sure I wasn't gonna have some adverse druf reaction. "Levitra," he replied. "Keeps me goin' when I party," he smiled, rubbing the stiff log that was inching toward the waistband of his rubber jock. I tossed the pill in my mouth, and washed it down with water from one of the plastic bottles. "Now - how 'bout you get to work on this?" he said, undoing a snap on the back of the jock and freeing his thick fucktool. I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to the edge of the bed. Dan aimed his cock at my open mouth, and it was immediately surrounded by my lips. Brent stepped up on the low platform bed and walked around behind me. His fingers slid into my partially open hole and massaged the insides. "You're gonna love fuckin' him, Dan," Brent said. "He's got a real loose hole, just like you like!" With that, Brent replaced his fingers with his cock and started fucking. I was in pig heaven - bein' spit roasted by these two hot guys. We were all moving to the beat of the electronic club music, and I could feel myself giving in to the drugslutcockwhore that I loved!

Grand Rapids—March, 2024 In the middle of the month, I headed north for group sex. I took the fuck bench and the rimseat. The Host was expecting a large group. He had more men coming than his small house could comfortably hold. Well, in the end, men being men, a third of them showed up. Fifteen gay began stripping down in the living room… It is a good mix of men I know from this group and men who are new to me. A young Black man sits on the couch to kick out of his jeans. His mouth happens to find my dick before I can pull my jockstrap into place. He’s good. In a moment, I return the favor, kneeling between his splayed legs. He reaches down and grabs a butt cheek, working down to my hole. I straighten up and we do that sort of awkward, ‘well, I’m all top’ thing. As is he… I go up the stairs. To the left of the steps is the room with the sling; to the right is a double bed, covered in a leather throw and my rimseat. (The bench is downstairs in the living room.) I know one man in the knot of men checking each other out before getting down to it. He is 20 years younger than I am, slightly pudgy, with a shaved head. I haven’t seen him since Covid and the last time I fucked him was at the bookstore/bathhouse in the center of the state. I go over to him and he goes to his knees. As he sucks me, I look around. There is a couple, both bearish and in their late 40’s or early 50’s, one very obviously the top to his very tatted, muscled up boy. Another man looks familiar. He is a wearing a cum dump T-shirt. The Black Top arrives from downstairs. The tatted ‘boy’ sucks his daddy. The Black Top begins fingering the hole of the cum dump. I get my man off his knees and onto the bed. “All fours,” I bark out. He does. I eat out his hole that tastes very soapy. I stand up. The Black Top is already fucking Cum Dump. I slide into my man. He’s tight. And I stay still for longer than usual to get him to relax. Cum Dump is pulling slightly away from Black Top to try to get the Daddy’s dick in his mouth and away from his boy. He manages to do just that. He is suddenly being spit roasted and moaning from the assault of the two cocks. I begin to fuck. The Host joins the proffered asses on the bed. The Black Top switches to his hole, making the Daddy turn Cum Dump around and use him. I fuck—but keep watching the expression on Tatted Boy’s face. He is all smiles; he loves seeing his Daddy use other men. Soon the Black Top pulls out of the Host. I offer him the hole I’ve just fucked. But he wants Tatted Boy. And gets him. He slides into his hole and begins to rut. The Tall Top, from my last trip here, has joined us. He is in the Cum Dump. Daddy moves to me—and I let him have Shaved Head’s ass. I stand to the side and stroke. I want Tatted Boy. I finally get Cum Dump. I fuck him on all fours on the bed. Words spill out of him—all explicit in what he wants done to him tonight. I keep drilling him and slapping his very round butt cheek. I also watch Daddy fuck Tatted Boy. I make a mental note that I will get into him before the night is done… * It’s an odd night. I am fucking…but only between three asses: Cum Dump, Shaved Head and just once with a man with a hairy chest—who couldn’t deal well with other’s watching him get fucked. The party has divided. Which I don’t like. I love having us all in the two rooms so we can see and inspire each other. But tonight, about half the men are downstairs playing on the couch. I don’t get into the Host the entire night; he never comes back upstairs. During the course of the evening, I also notice that there are six bottoms and nine tops. No vers men at all. I have never had to wait for a hole here. But I keep rimming and fucking when it’s my turn. The men keep going downstairs for food. I am left with Cum Dump. And that’s a good thing. “I am so thirsty for piss…” he murmurs. I have just gotten him out of the sling where I was incredibly deep in his hole. My bladder is full enough to piss. “It will be strong,” I warn him. “So much the better.” I put my semi-hard cock in his mouth. It takes time, but the piss begins to flow. He gurgles happily and gropes himself through his jock as I give him every drop I can. He is terrific at taking it all. Not a drop is spilled. When the stream finally peters out, he surprises me by standing and kissing me—yellow balling some of my piss into my mouth. I groan—but don’t swallow. I point to the sling. He hops in. I tongue the piss in my mouth up his hole. He groans in acknowledgement of what I’m doing. Then I fuck it deep into his guts… * I finally ask Daddy, as we stand next to each other downstairs, if I can fuck Tatted Boy. He agrees. The three of us go upstairs. “How do you want him?” Daddy asks. “On all fours would be great. I really want to eat that ass everyone else has been in.” This excites Daddy. Tatted Boy gets in place and I chow down as Daddy strokes himself. TB’s hole is wet and wonderful. I tongue it and fuck it and tongue it again. “Rimseat,” I mutter, as I pull out of his juicy slit of a hole. I get under. Tatted Boy sits. Daddy feeds him cock as I eat out his muscle ass… * I am alone upstairs with Cum Dump again. “I want to lick your ass, Daddy,” he tells me. We start in the sling. Cum Dump can’t get enough of my hole. He slobbers all over my ass. We move to the rimseat. I think he wants me to go under it, but he lies down first and pulls the seat into place. I sit. He hands me poppers and tells me to use them. My hole opens and his tongue feels like it as deep as anyone has ever been. And he gets me ready to shoot with that tongue working into me. We go back to the sling. I do a cursory rimming of him and plunge into his ass. “Breed me…” I fuck him. Hard. “Give me your load!” I pick up the pace. “Do anything you want to me, to get you off…” My hand comes down hard on his ass. The sound fills the room as his hole spasms and tightens around my ever-moving cock. “Fill me up…” My other hand finds his throat. I squeeze. Beginning to cut off his air. He nods and wheezes. And I’m there. I shoot spurt and spurt into him. I hold onto the chains and stay in place…hoping for more piss to really fill him up… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Nine Tops and Only Six Bottoms April 29, 2024

Grand Rapids—May, 2024 Osvaldo, the young Latin man, who loves to whip out his phone and snap pictures or record video as I fuck him, wanted another session. We agreed on a Friday night in the middle of the month for a meet at the bathhouse to the north of me. As always, I got there first. (I would rather have him run late than rush his clean out!) Another clerk checked me in (not the one who had joined me at the sling the last time I was there.) At my locker, I stripped down to my socks and a slightly used jock. I put my boots back on, added my wrist band and threw the towel over my shoulder… The place seems busy. A few men are in rooms, ass up and looking. It is “Blackout Night” which really means some porn screens are turned off and the general lighting is somewhat dimmer. The downstairs lounge is almost dark—and has two mattresses on the floor. I make a mental note and go upstairs. The main sitting area has more men, stroking and watching the new arrivals. I nod to them. The sling is empty, but opposite, in the dark corner behind the fuck bench, a blow job is happening. I watch for a moment, but I seem to be in the way, so I move off to the big screen porn viewing area. “Do you want to sit?” It’s a tall, white man, around my age. He is as lanky as I. He is naked, sitting on his towel. The seating here is true theatre seating. His hand holds the seat down that is next to him. I sit, getting my towel under me. He chats about this and that. It’s a hot night for May—and being next to the sauna raises the temperature in the room even more. In moments his large hand is on my mound of cock hidden under the pouch. “You have a nice bulge.” “Thanks.” “I have a big dick, too.” His hand takes mine and guides it to his hard cock. He is girthy, perhaps, but not quite 6 inches. I just nod. “I’m usually the biggest guy here, but you might have me beat.” His hand fumbles under the jock pouch, pulling it to the side. I spring to life. “Yeah, you are a little bigger—though not by much.” I just smile and nod. And then he begins to jerk me. His hand is rough. I pull out my lube. He gets the idea and spits in his hand instead. And it is better—but why can’t he just suck my dick? I put up with it until it begins to chafe again. I make my excuses and go wander. In my previous travels around the place, I’d nodded to a young Hispanic man. I find him now behind the gloryhole wall. He is jerking himself, seemingly trying to get hard. I have not tried to put my cock away. It is semi-hard and sticking obscenely out the side of the pouch. His eyes light up. And he takes me in his hand. And jerks me. His hands are softer, but it’s not what I want. “Put it in your mouth…” He looks at me, quizzically. But he goes to his knees and begins sucking me. He’s not great. Maybe not even good, but the expression on his face makes up for it. It is a delightful mix of pleasure and incredulity at what he is doing. I pull out of his mouth and wipe the spit on his cheeks. His eyes widen. I push back into his mouth. I’m in control now. I fuck his face slowly and very shallowly. His own cock is now rampant. He’s jerking himself like mad. There is movement in the small corridor that leads to this space. Someone is approaching. The guy is petrified. He leaps up and pushes past me. An elderly Black man appears and chuckles, correctly guessing what just happened. But he doesn’t pick up where the guy left off. I go out—and meet Osvaldo coming up the stairs. We hug. I lead him to the fuck bench. I face him towards the wall. Two men are seated in the dark corner exchanging head. A third is stroking and watching the pair. I have now given them something new to watch. I go my knees and begin tonguing ass. Osvaldo is damp—from the shower and soon from my tongue pushing deep into him. It is making him pant. The stroker makes eye contact with me. I pull out of his ass and say “Let him suck it.” The guy does, giving Osvaldo a long, thin cock to suckle. I redouble my efforts, licking and spitting into his hole. I stand up and insert. Osvaldo stops sucking, gasping at the invasion into his hole. “Fuck, that’s a nice one,” says the guy who is now back in Osvaldo’s mouth. I grin and begin the first fuck of the night. The first of the countless times my cock will be in him during the next few hours. He is wet—and getting wetter with every stroke. He is a great self-luber. Just the idea of two men in him at the same time has made him wetter still. He bucks back on me—meeting every stroke. The guy in his mouth pulls out. He’s afraid to shoot too soon. One of the guys from the blowjob duo stands up. He is younger than anyone here but Osvaldo and the other Latin guy. His dick sways as he advances towards us. “My turn,” he says as he sticks his large cock into Osvaldo’s face. Osvaldo takes him—and makes himself gag on purpose. The three of us love that he coughs up some deep throat spittle. He wraps it around the guy’s cock and sucks him down again. “Both holes are available I tell the guy, who is happily standing still and a little dazed, by his good luck. “Well, fuck yeah!” We stay in place a moment—but then I pull out. I step to the side. The guy comes around and fucks into Osvaldo’s hole. “Damn, he’s wet…you cum already?” I shake my head and give Osvaldo my cock with a “Clean me up.” “This is a great ass,” the guy says between strokes. “I could cum if I’m not careful.” “He’s looking for loads,” I tell him. “We both love to play in other men’s cum.” The guy picks up speed. I’m thinking he might load him. I pull out of his mouth and move closer, slapping my wet cock on Osvaldo’s back. The guy grins, showing off for me. He really pounds Osvaldo, who, without a cock in his mouth, begins to moan and pant. Suddenly, the guy pulls out. “I won’t cum just yet, but I’d love to load him later.” “We’ll be here.” He nods. I go to my knees. “Let me clean your dick.” He loves this. It dripping with Osvaldo’s ass jizz. I swallow hungrily. I come off his cock and lick his clenched, tight balls. The guy groans and pats my head, before taking off. I bury my face in Osvaldo’s juicy ass. Did the guy actually shoot? He’s so damn wet. I don’t care. I just lick up the juices and then fuck in what’s left again. This time it’s Osvaldo’s turn to clean cock. He does. Every bit as hungrily… “Can we go to my room?” I know he wants to film—and we can only do it there. I am happy to get it out of the way. We troop downstairs. He’s in a single room this time. I lay on the narrow bed. Osvaldo is between my legs and he begins to suck, I-Phone held aloft… (A lot more to cum next time….) The original, and so much more, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Passing Osvaldo Around (Part One) May 27, 2024

Jackson—May, 2024 So, as that last post showed, I certainly enjoyed my time at my usual bookstore on Friday, but I still had a load churning in my balls. I didn’t want to waste it. I’d had such fun on the Saturday afternoon at the video place (now remodeled into more of a play area and written up as A Busy Bookstore), that I went back there the next day. It was the right choice. Again, the parking lot is packed. I park way off to the side and go in. I need to piss—my travel mug of hot tea for the road has raced through my system. I pay and go in, heading right to the bathroom. It’s occupied. I wait and wait. A helpful man can see my distress, even in the dimly lit corridor. He tells me there is an additional toilet in the lower arcade (which is now included in our admission price.) I find it, piss and check the booths down there. No one. I head up—now able to concentrate on the men. I do make a mental note that if anyone here ever wants piss, the downstairs toilet is the perfect setting for it. I wander. Men are everywhere. The slurp ramp has one happy customer getting head through one of the three gloryholes. A hot man is stroking openly to trans porn. Another to his right is more focused on the straight screen. I sit near them and pull out my cock. I can watch both screens at the same time. Soon enough, I have a mouth on my cock. A man around my age, short and thin, is giving me great warm up head. He slobbers all over my cock and balls. And licks it all up again. I watch the other men who walk by. They stop and watch the blow job for a bit before moving on. I know that I will have at least a few of them on my cock before the end of the day. My cocksucker moves on. I wander. At the medical table there is the man with the shaved head from last time, still looking for cock up his ass. He greets me with, “I know I got all the extra water out of my ass today.” I smile—glad he can joke about it. He readjusts the table so it is at a good height for me. I eat his hole and fuck. He’s spotless today. And hungry. I fuck for a long time. He loves the taste of his ass juices when I’m done. I wander. “Well, hello stranger.” It’s Kieran, the married guy who cancelled earlier in the week. I am surprised to see him—he can usually only escape from home on Wednesday or Thursday. We chat as we look for a vacant chair. I sit—and he leans over to use that hot mouth of his. He licks and swallows me down. He licks my balls, moaning softly as he does it. My cock is juicing. He licks up the shaft to get every drop… * There is a man around my age who has stripped off his shirt and tucked it in the back of his jeans. He has a great hairy chest. I have watched him give head to countless men throughout my first hour here. Now I see him go into the middle glory hole booth and shut the door. I go around and up the steps of the slurp ramp. I make for the middle hole and stick my hard, wet cock through it. A moment. Then the best mouth of the day is on me. I love Kieran’s head—but this guy is better yet. He is making love to my dick. I hear him as well as feel his lips and tongue. He reacts to my scent, my wetness with subtle moans. He can’t keep his tongue out of my juicy piss slit. Usually, I love to see a man suck me, to touch his head, or ear or shoulder. But with my body pressed up against the wall, my sucker unseen and me holding the top of the wall for balance, this is incredibly hot. Suddenly my dick goes from warm to cool. His mouth is off me. Then his tongue finds my balls. I love that the glory holes here are long slits. At other places, they are often too low for me. Here, I am standing comfortably and I can get my entire package through the long oval to be serviced. His tongue is making a meal of my nuts. He even uses his hand to raise them up and lick under them. The sex sweat smell causes him to moan louder. I stay a long time. A man has joined me on the raised platform. He strokes a nice seven incher as he watches me pressed against the wall. “You need to try his mouth,” I whisper. He nods. “Here’s a new one for you,” I say to the man at the hole. I pull out and he takes my place. The new guy gives the sucker a load before I am off the platform… * There is another very busy man here. He is my age and has a dick just a half inch smaller. Many men have sampled both us—though we have not played in the same space. But here he is at the medical table. I see his back; his sucker is out of view. I move closer. It is someone new sucking that hot cock. A young man. Today the average age has been high. The sucker is likely 35, maybe slightly younger. He has reddish/blond hair cut short. A handsome face, now contorted from servicing a sizeable dick. He looks like the dad who should be pushing a stroller in the park. I am positive there is car seat in the back of his car. But he still needs cock. And he’s getting it. “You want an even bigger one,” says the other top. “Fuck, yes,” he groans. The other top moves to the side as I move in. The guy is good—though he just doesn’t have the experience of some of the suckers I’ve had today. But his enthusiasm is enough. He’s hot. And now servicing both us. He tries to cram both dick heads in his mouth at once. The other top looks at me. “I know he likes to get fucked.” Then to the guy on his knees: “You want our dicks in your ass today?” “Fuck me, please.” Instantly the guy stands up and steps out of his walking shorts and designer underwear. They are tossed on the floor. He bends over the medical table so he can suck as he gets fucked. “Open him up,” the top tells me. I go to my knees. His ass is delicious. He has light reddish down covering both ass cheeks—and more in his crack. And his hole is tight. It takes some adept tongue work to make it flower open. He keeps moaning now, around the cock in his mouth as I eat him out. My cock is rampant. I stand up. “You want me raw?” “Yes, sir.” Then as an afterthought. “I want your cum up there…” My cock head pushes into him. He stops sucking. “Fuck….” he hisses. I bottom out. He’s taken my full length. The moment he starts sucking again, I begin to fuck. I build fast. I am fucking hard enough to push his entire body forward onto the other guy’s cock. I finally slow a little. “You want a turn? I ask the other top, not really thinking he will. But he does. We switch places. The young man eagerly cleans my dick. He loves his ass jizz and moans at the thought for where my cock has been. The other top fucks him. Hard and fast, but not for long. We reverse once again. He gets his dick cleaned just as hungrily and I go to my knees to taste the other man’s juices. I can’t stop licking his used, now puffy hole. “Please fuck me,” he whines, pulling off the cock in his mouth. I stand up. I insert. I fuck. Hard. Long strokes. Making him feel every inch. “Breed him and send him home with your load,” the top chuckles. I am about to do just that. And I shoot. Not a lot—but I can feel the cum spurting—but not with the every-nerve-tingling orgasm. “I just shot,” I pant. I pull out and taste my load. The top is now fucking the young man’s face. I get a big dollop of my cum dribbled into my mouth. Now I’m ready. I stand up and plow into him, fucking in a second load. I can’t move, it’s so intense. I hold onto his ass for support. Finally, I pull out and lean against the wall, panting. I watch as the other top empties his load down the young daddy’s gullet… * On the way to my car, I did pass a SUV with a large teddy bear sticking his head out of a Toy’s R Us bag… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: “You Want an Even Bigger One?” May 23, 2024

Jackson—April, 2024 It was Saturday. The end of the month. I was horned. But I wanted to go somewhere different. I finally decided on the bookstore that has re-modeled their video lounge into a play area with gloryholes and a medical table for fucking. I packed a lunch and took off. I arrived just before noon—and the place was packed. I lucked into of the last parking spots. I went inside. The price had gone up. Making small talk with the male cashier, I mentioned how surprised I was at the number of cars. He told me that, lately, Saturdays there had been incredibly busy. I thanked him and went through the door into the darkened lounge… Men are everywhere. Right now they are all in my age range—plus or minus 10 years. There is a man openly jerking to trans porn. Two more are doing the same thing to old gay videos. One of the three gloryholes booths has the door closed. I walk around to the ramp behind the booths—and there is a man, his entire body pressed against the wall, obviously enjoying himself. I go piss in the bathroom, then walk down the narrow hall. There is a blow job happening in the next room. I walk down to the room with the medical table. A small orgy is in progress. A man in his early 50’s (who I have fucked here in the past) is fully naked and lying on the table. He is flanked by two men, one who he’s blowing and the other one he’s jerking. A third man is sucking the naked guy. Across the room, a man is seated in a chair. His cock is being sucked by a man on his knees and another man is in the seated guy’s mouth. I take out my dick. The naked guy sees me, when he comes up for air, and smiles. I think he remembers my dick. The naked guy asks the guy to stop sucking. The sucker won’t. He must be good. For as I move closer, the naked guy shoots in the sucker’s mouth. He asks me to fuck him anyways…but it’s a lost cause. I try to get into him, but he decides he’s done. He gets dressed and leaves. I turn my attention to the guys in and surrounding the chair. The guy getting head from the seated guy pulls out of his mouth. I take his place. The guy has a good mouth. I let him have his way with my cock. We change around. The guy on his knees gets up and feeds the chair guy. I suck chair guy. Then we rotate again…until we have each had the other two dicks. And just as fast we go our separate ways. I am now looking at a bearded man, a few years my elder. He has a skinny guy leaning on the now vacant medical table. The bearded guy has the most beatific look on his face as he sucks. I watch, stroking. The bearded guy pulls off him and motions for the guy to turn around. He’s hesitant, but he does. And the bearded guy begins to eat his ass. I have rarely seen such hunger in a public place. I actually stop watching and let them have a private moment… * I am standing on the slurp ramp and have my cock through the middle gloryhole. There are men on either side of me being serviced through the other two holes. I have a very hungry mouth on me, but he can’t seem to stop raking his teeth across my big, flared cock head. I look at the guy to my left. He grins and we switch holes. The new mouth is velvety and wonderful. I grab the top of the wall, my body flattened against it, and hang on as he swallows me down… * I cruise around. There is a shaved head guy I have played with before undressing at the medical table. He nods to me. We chat as he folds his clothes and places them under the bench. Soon, I am eating his ass. “Stick that big cock in me.” I keep eating as I finish lubing myself up. I stand and slide in. He takes me easily. I am guessing he uses a lot of big toys. I fuck hard. And suddenly I feel it. He is no longer clean. He’s left water deep inside and I have been churning it. He tells me I’m crazy—that he cleaned out. I tell him not to move as there is actually shit on the floor from when I pulled out. I clean up. I clean up the floor and send him home. I go out to eat my lunch—hoping this is just a hiccup in an otherwise good day… * I go back inside. The age range is now wider. Men in their 30’s and 40’s play with each other and occasionally with some of the older crowd. I am sitting in the straight sex nook. But the sex that is happening is very gay. The bearded sucker/rimmer is kneeling in front of me. His mouth is wonderful. And the beard is great on my balls. “Lick my balls with that talented tongue.” His eyes light up with my words of praise. And he does just what I ask. Treating each hairy orb individually to a loving tongue bath. He stops only long enough to look up at me, his eyes searching my face to see if he is pleasing me. “I love your tongue,” I murmur. He goes right back and digs under my balls with it. Finding my cock ring and starting to trace the metal with the tip of his tongue. “I saw you eat that guy’s ass.” He stops licking and looks at me. “You like to lick a man’s butt hole?” His face glazes over. Looking almost like he’s cumming. “You want to eat this top’s ass?” I don’t wait for an answer. I stand up, drop my pants to my knees and turn around. I reach back and pull his hairy face into my ass crack. He makes the sexiest sound in the back of his throat as his tongue finds my hole… * Shaved Head is back from a second round of clean out. I fuck him…but my mind is still seeing the scene before. I fuck him long enough to make him feel the trip home to the shower shot was worth it. I suck some dick myself. But not for long. The guy is soon on me. Bearded Man comes by, the moment my wet cock is free. We are now in the room next to the bathroom. He is on his knees and taking me deep. “You want to lick my ass, again?” I whisper. He nods. The pants drop. I turn and bend, holding onto the chair arms. He gets deeper into me, grunting out his pleasure. Damn, he’s good. I can’t stop jerking myself as he rims me. And I’m there. I turn and make it into his mouth just in time. He makes the most sensual noises as he swallows the outpouring from my cock. Spurt and spurt. Until my legs are unsteady and I grab his shoulders… The original is posted here: From My Side of the Sling: A Busy Bookstore May 15, 2024

Near Home—May, 2024 So, after the Monday bust at the bookstore that I detailed in the last post, I knew that at least I had good sex coming. Kieran, the married bear who is such a good cocksucker was scheduled for Wednesday. But he cancelled, citing that he had to help his son. Well, ok, there was also the newbie, who needed his hole opened and was so horny about piss, due in on Thursday. But suddenly his work got in the way of that. Cancelled—and after some texting saying he wanted to reschedule, he went totally quiet. I might have gone back to my usual hunting ground right after he cancelled, but I waited until Friday, thinking it might be better. And indeed, it was. Not perfect, but good. And that was enough… The straight theatre has six or seven men in it. I can’t sit in the cocksucker’s seat. I find one against the wall. There is a man standing against the back wall. His thick dick is out and hard. He doesn’t stroke it. He just stands there. Waiting? With his expressionless face it’s hard to tell. A man, slightly younger than me with a shaved head, is in the cocksucker’s seat. But he doesn’t seem interested in that hard cock two feet from him. A man in front of me is obviously stroking. I can’t see anything, but we can all hear his moist hand beating his dick. He looks only at the screen—so we all assume he wants to be left alone. A man around my age comes in. I recognize him and am fairly sure we’ve played. He is short and flashes a terrific smile at me as he sits in the chair across the aisle from me. He takes his cock out instantly, working it very fast to full erection. There is something about the energy of the room that keeps us apart. I nod to him, stand, stuff my cock back in my pants and go next door. There is a younger bearded man here, his pants around his ankles, stroking a very small cock. I sit and wait. The door opens. The guy with the terrific smile has followed me in. He stands against the back wall, in the corner behind the entrance door, his cock out and—as I soon learn—drooling. I go to him and take the wet shaft in my mouth. He sighs. He let’s me suck. Then he fucks my face a little. But his cock is not as hard now. I figure it out. He needs to be sucking me. I stand. He bends and his mouth sucks me deep into his throat. He’s good. But he’s not going to get my load, ten minutes into my time here. “You close?” he asks. I tell him it feels great, but I’m not close. “I am. You want it?” He straightens up. His cock is rampant again from his sucking me. I go back to my knees and swallow his thick load after just a little more tongue work. He does himself up as I stand. The young bearded man has moved around to watch. As the guy with the smile leaves, the bearded guy asks if he can suck. I let him. He is enthusiastic but not good. His teeth keep catching the edge of my cock head. I tell him to lick my sweaty balls. He is good at that. And loves the flavor. He never goes back to my dick—he stays right there, licking my hairy sack and jerking his tiny dick. When I suggest we take a break, I notice there is a pool of semen of the floor from his cock… * I go back to the straight theatre. Men have shifted. The man with the hard cock (and no takers) is gone. The guy with the shaved head has moved to where I sat originally. He still looks at me like he might want me, but can’t bring himself to make a move. I sit in the cocksucker’s seat. A regular comes in. He is my age and almost twice my weight. He is a talker; he loves to critique the video. He sits next to me and does just that, groping himself first, then replacing my hand in stroking my shaft. The shaved head guy to the side watches us. The long-haired guy goes from stroking me to leaning across me and sucking. It’s a lousy angle. But it feels good enough to let him continue. I finally ask my long-haired sucker to take a break. The shaved head guy stands. Is he finally going to ask to suck me? Nope. He’s out the door. The long-haired guy follows him. I am alone for a moment. The couple, who come here to both suck as much dick as possible, make an appearance. The better sucker—and the one who hates having my cock wet beforehand—smiles at me and leaves. I trade blow jobs with his shaved head partner. He does me first. And, when he’s super hard from sucking me, has me blow him. Neither of us are trying for orgasm. Always restless, he leaves to check in with his partner. I go piss. When I return, there stands the guy with his hard on jutting out of his pants. He does not look at me as I pass him, or when I sit, or even when I pull out my cock to jerk. I fist my dick and he stands there, jutting straight out. Once, after a huge facial on the big screen television, he adjusts himself slightly, pulling his balls free from behind the zipper. Is he just showing off? Or does he want to be sucked? It’s an easy slide out of my seat and onto my knees. If he rebuffs me—who really cares? Without a word my mouth touches his cock. He does not look at me, make a sound or pull away. I take him deep in my throat. He is thick enough to make me really work at it. But I can instantly tell I am doing something right, as his cock begins to precum constantly. I deep throat him again, and then concentrate on his head, swabbing it with my tongue. Drilling into his piss slit. My hands have found his bull balls. I stroke them as I suck. Over and over, my fingers moving behind them to tantalize his perineum. Then my tongue goes to his balls. My hand gently jerks his dick as I lick the wrinkled sack. I still can’t get a sigh, much less a moan, out of him. My tongue on his nuts is increasing the already heavy precum flow. I move back to his cock. I do a repetitive deep throat on him—as if he were fucking my face. Though he still stands stock still. And he’s there. His load is mammoth. Jolt after jolt of semen is spat into my mouth. I swallow rapidly, not wanting to choke or let any get away. It’s an incredibly hot moment. A true reward. He let’s me keep him in my mouth until he’s done. Until I’ve licked up every drop. Until he realizes there is nothing to mop up with the handkerchief he’s found. Now he’s talkative. He thanks me profusely. Tells me how good it was. And how much he needed it after a hard week. He leaves. I walk around. The store has emptied. It’s earlier than I usually leave, but I can’t imagine anything better happening today. I might not have shot—but I leave very satisfied… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Reward: A Mammoth Load May 21, 2024

I fear that Lilly has irrevocably altered my path in life try as I might to fight the chaotic current that she creates. I’ve taken to affectionately calling her Lilith now as she has become the source and instigator of my temptations. Unsurprisingly, Lilly has embraced her new moniker with wicked delight. An impish smile already seems for slyly form on her delicate lips when I refer to her as Lilith. If ever there were an opposite to me, it would be her. She grew up largely unsupervised in Chicago. Her time was spent exploring all the city had to offer—both the good and the bad. She was worldly and wild in my simple eyes. When I showed up to our dorm room, I was quick to say hello and introduce myself. She took one look at me and smiled. She walked right up to me and palmed the giant cross necklace I had around my neck. “That’s adorable,” she said with her jade eyes looking directly into mine. I was stunned and stood there motionless. “This little trinket won’t protect you here from all the corruption and evils you’ve been warned about.” I must have had a look of abject horror and unbridled fear. Lilly let go of my necklace and quickly let out her vibrant laugh. “I’m just playing with you country girl,” she said while taking my suitcase. “How did you…” I started to ask. “Cowboy boots. Jeans during the hot-as-balls summer. Shirt that says Jesus Saves. Plus that giant cross and doe-eyed look of purity you have.” There was an awkward pause. I couldn’t tell if she liked me or mocking me. “It’s not a bad thing, Jessica. You’re going to have a helluva time discovering the real world now that your outside of your little bubble.” Several weeks had gone by since our initial meeting, and it was clear that Lilly had taken on the role worldly educator when it came to me. I wasn’t entirely opposed to it either. I was definitely a fish out of water starting college so far from home. Having Lilly as a bit of a guide gave me a sense of being grounded in the surrounding chaos. We were together in a private study room in the library going over all of our notes for an upcoming exam. As we took a break to eat our little, packaged sandwiches, Lilly diverted our academic conversation to how I lost my virginity. It was a quick story. I lost it at a summer, church retreat. I told her that while I wasn’t expecting some earth-shattering experience for my first time, I did expect to feel something. I hadn’t. I confided in her that it wasn’t really anything. It was just this thing that happened and then it was over. “Maybe you’re a lesbian, Jess,” she said with a little giggle and smile. She leaned to the left hard enough to bump our shoulders together playfully. “I...I don’t think so,” I said. “Would your god disapprove if you were? Your parents?” she verbally poked. “My parents would uhhh not be happy if I switched to being gay.” “You don’t just turn out gay, silly. You’ve always been one way or another. You just may not have realized it.” “Hmmm,” I replied considering her words. “Besides, maybe you’re bi and your parents will only be half disappointed,” Lilly said with a teasing laugh. “Have you even kissed another girl?” “Like KISS kiss? No. That wouldn’t of happened where I grew up. Have you?” I asked already having guessed what her answer was going to be. “Of course! Not a lot, but yeah, I’ve kissed other girls. Sometimes I’ve done more than just kiss them.” The way she said it. There was this raw sensuality as the words left her lips. I could feel my cheeks burning. I found myself...curious I suppose as to what exactly more than kissing entailed. Lilly leaned in closely towards me. “Would you like to kiss a girl?” she asked with sparkling eyes and a soft smile. “Would you like to kiss me maybe?” “I…” started to answer when I felt her right hand touch the side of my face. She pulled me towards her. Before I knew it I felt her soft, wet lips pressing against mine in a delicate kiss. My heart skipped several beats in that moment and then began to beat a mile a minute. She grasped me more firmly and I felt her tongue slip between my lips and find my own tongue. The smell of her floral perfume wafted into my nose and bewitched me. Our tongues began dancing as her fingers teased my ear and played with my hair. It was then that I realized my pussy was on fire. My clit ached and throbbed under its denim prison. We ended making out for almost ten minutes before our heads separated. My entire body and mind was alive and tingling with feelings that were entirely novel and a little scary. Oh my god...was I a lesbian after all? Ah fuck...I can’t be. It goes against everything I was taught growing up. But Lilly...that kiss...oh god why did it have to make me feel so good? “I gotta go to bed,” I stammered while standing up and shoveling my things into my backpack. We walked back in silence to our room. When we got back, I quickly pulled my jeans off taking note of my completely soaked panty. With my t-shirt in the hamper, I slid under my sheet and stared at the ceiling still dumbfounded by what just happened. Suddenly, Lilly crawled into my bed under the sheet. She was completely naked. “What...wait...what are you doing?!” I whispered. “You said you wanted to go to bed and continue,” she whispered back. Her knees slipped between mine and she spread my legs apart. As I felt her hand sliding down my stomach towards my nether region, she began passionately kissing me again. He small, milky-white breasts with tiny, hard, pink nipples pressed against mine. Her hand deftly found my hungry slit, and two fingers quickly slid inside me. “You’re so fucking hot and wet. Your little cunt is on fire,” she panted before resuming our kissing. As her fingers hooked inside me and began their search for my pleasure spot, I felt my hips bucking and grinding. “Ooohhhh fuck,” I moaned probably more loudly than I should have. Lilly withdrew her pussy-coated fingers from my panty and shoved them in my mouth. “Shhhh!!!” she admonished softly. “Not so loud my eager slut.” I nodded with her fingers pressed against my tongue. “Now clean my fingers off, pet,” she whispered. I began licking and sucking my own intimate juices off her slender fingers. Tasting myself for the first time was mind blowing. Just being fingered for the first time almost made me pass out. If I’m completely honest, I wasn’t a girl that had ever masturbated. I don’t really recall that my parents or our church expressly forbade it. It was more like we were told to remain chaste and pure of mind, body, and spirit until we met our husband or wife. Plus, I didn’t have access to porn where we lived. My computer time was to be used only for school and was monitored by my mother. And it’s not like I had a lot of time to think impure thoughts. Between helping on the farm, school, sports, and a little, part-time job, I wasn’t really able to have idle hands or an idle mind. Additionally, I wasn’t allowed to even fully shut my bedroom door let alone shut and *gasp* lock it. Even my showers were somewhat monitored. What I thought were efforts to prevent me from wasting water or driving up the electric bill for the hot water heater, I now realize were about making sure I didn’t have enough time to discover or enjoy my pleasurable bit and pieces. “Do you like how your pussy tastes?” Lilly asked. I nodded quickly. “Good girl. Will you share with me? May I have a taste?” she asked with her now infamous impish smile. I eagerly nodded again. I think I was expecting her to finger me again. Instead, her pixie-cut, red head disappeared below the sheet and I felt my panty sliding down my thighs. The next moment her tongue pressed gently against my slit and I bit my lower lip to keep from wailing like a banshee. As the tip of her warm tongue worked itself inside of me, I reached down and placed my hands on the back of her head. Without even really thinking about it, I began grinding my hips and pulling her pretty face into my cunt. I could hear her muffle giggle as I did it. “Fucking hell, Lilly,” I moaned softly in blind ecstasy. I lift up the sheet and our eyes met. Her tongue was still lapping up my leaking nectar directly from my delicious fruit. She looked so incredibly sexy eating me out. “I think...I think I’m going…” I whimpered. “To come?” I bit my lower lip again and nodded while I looked at her. “Then come for me, Jess. Come while I suck your clit.” Lilly ran her tongue from the base of my slit all the way to my clit ever so slowly. I was going insane. As soon as she began sucking my throbbing clit, I let go of her head and grabbed the below below my own. I put it over my face and screamed into it as Lilly brought me to my first orgasm ever. I thought my heart was going to explode in my chest it was beating so hard and fast. My legs shook and hips bucked uncontrollably as wave after wave washed over me. “Stop...stop...I can’t take any more, Lilly...please…” I begged her. I put the pillow behind my ahead and pulled on her face. She slithered out from under the sheet. My wetness covered her entire face. I could smell the scent of my sex the closer her face moved to mine. “Sorry,” she said shyly. “I got a little greedy with how yummy you are.” I pulled her in close and kissed her deeply—tasting myself in her mouth and on her lips. I felt her own pussy against my left thigh as we lay there in bed together naked and sweaty. It was like a wet furnace against my skin. “Would you like for me to return the favor?” I asked while stroking her hair as her head lay atop my breasts. “Do you want to?” she whispered. “Mmhh hmmm.” “Mmmhhh,” she moaned softly. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to pleasure me, baby. Plenty of opportunities.” Lilly let out a tiny yawn. “I’m so comfortable in your arms like this. Let’s just sleep. We have an exam in like four hours if you recall.” “Oh yeah,” I giggled softly. I kissed the top of her head and cradled her close as we drifted off to sleep intertwined.

Near Home—May, 2024 It was a Friday afternoon. The first Friday of May. I went to the bookstore that is just a few miles from me. It started very slowly…but, oh, I am so glad I didn’t leave… I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat—but it’s my cock getting sucked. Well, my cock head. A man, a good deal older than myself, asked very politely if he could suck my dick. I’ve let him. He is bending over to do it, as I’m guessing his knees are shot. His mouth, on first contact, was warm, wet and welcoming. But he won’t go any deeper than the tip of my dick. His soft hand is wrapped around my shaft and he is jerking me into his mouth. Roughly. “Please, no hand.” He let’s go reluctantly. But doesn’t go any deeper down on me. In moments, the hand is back and jerking me again. I ask for a break. I jerk, with just a sheen of lube, in peace. The gay couple who come here to suck cock is working the arcade today. (We actually waved to each other in the parking lot.) The one with a shaved head does me quite frequently. His partner is not fond of the fact that I need to use lube, a tasteless lube, to jerk—so he doesn’t do me as often. But today, when he comes through the door, he makes a bee line to me and gives my dick everything it was missing with the first guy. He is constantly deep throating me and reveling in all the precum that action produces. The first guy comes back. He stands to the side and watches the man on his knees giving me superlative head. He is not happy. But he doesn’t leave. He hovers. My sucker takes a break. I tell him how good that felt. He beams—and goes out the door, likely to tell his partner. The first guy leans down and grabs my dick before I can say anything. Once again, he jerks me as his mouth encircles my cock head. This time, I am very aware of his toupee. The ‘hair’ never moves. I ask for no hand. He lets go for 30 seconds, and then it wraps back around my shaft. The hand doesn’t chafe as much as before as my cock is wet from the other guy. Now, it’s drying. And I can’t take it. I tell him to stop. He gives me an injured look and leaves. A larger man, who sports a fat cock, comes in and sits against the wall, watching me. I have sucked him in the past. I’m about to get up and do him when the other half of the partnered guys comes in. He sucks my cock enthusiastically, as the light from the big screen television glints on his shaved scalp. The larger guy watches and jerks to us. Shaved Head soon tires and takes off. I am just collecting myself to go suck the larger guy’s cock when Thirty Seconds walks in. He is the guy who takes a hit of poppers just before my mouth touches him—and he cums in 30 seconds or less. I wait. He unzips. His small cock is hard. He huffs. I take him in my mouth and…bam. I swallow his load. And once I have that first load, I want more. I get up and suck the larger guy. He loves my mouth and tells me so. He even thinks it’s hot that I have the remnants of a guy’s load in my mouth. He’s a talker. Eventually he reminds me he can’t cum anymore with ejaculate, but the feeling is still there for him. I work his cock until he gets there. He shudders—and nary a drop of fluid is released. I wait. Alone in the dark room. Stroking. A good-looking white daddy comes in. He stands right next to me. He knows what I want. And he has a cock to be sucked dry. He unzips. A hot, dripping seven-incher. He tosses one glance at me, and then never looks at me again. I go to my knees in front of him. He moans as my lips encircle him. Even more when I go deep. But he doesn’t look down at me. Or touch me. But it doesn’t stop him from emptying his balls down my throat. He even lets me clean him up. I wait. The door opens. A man my age, with a long beard comes in. He makes me think this is how my bud Jacob will look in 20 years. He stands in the same place and unzips. But he is all about stroking my head as I suck; to hold on to me and fuck my face; to get his slim fingers into my ears. He is uncut—and loves how my tongue works the foreskin back. I pull off him—only to get his balls. He can’t keep his hands off his cock as I lick and massage each testicle in turn. “I’m gonna shoot…” I swallow him down just in time. A lull. I consider going home to prep dinner. A regular, a bigger, jovial guy comes in. He kneels and suck me—like he does every time he sees me. He’s good. But I am not anywhere near orgasm. The door opens. He quickly sits next to me before the new guy, likely late 30’s, comes in. He’s tall and thin, wearing jeans that have seen a full day’s work, dusty work boots and a reflective orange shirt. Fuck. He’s one of the highway workers, rebuilding the expressway. He glances at us and then focuses on the screen. The video is hot and nasty. He responds. He unzips. His cock in long and thin. He strokes. My seat partner can’t contain himself. He gets up and goes to the guy. “Can I suck you?” The road worker shakes his head. He points to me. “Then let him suck you while I suck him.” I can’t believe that the guy nods and comes toward me, his long cock swinging. I take him in my mouth, still seated on the bench. His balls reek, in the best way, of a hard day’s work. He stands motionless and let’s me work on him. I have him breathing hard quite fast. Then I feel the mouth on my cock. The larger guy is watching me suck while he does the same to me. I moan around the cock in my mouth. Road Worker notices what’s happening and his cock drools on my tongue. “Can I cum in your mouth?” he whispers. I make an affirmative sound. “Swallow, don’t spit.” As if… I redouble my efforts. I want to get him off before my cock decides to spurt. His cock is drooling non-stop now. I pull off and lick his musky balls. He moans—but he doesn’t touch his dick. “Damn, you know what you’re doing…” he mumbles. I go back to his cock. Now, he can’t help beginning to fuck my face. In moments, he is exploding a huge pent-up load. He stays in my mouth, letting his cock drool every drop. The moment he pulls it out, my cock is moments away from the finish. “Do my balls,” I bark out. My sucker licks them. I give my dick a few strokes. “Take my load,” I demand. He’s on me. Swallowing me down. I pant. I can’t stop tasting Road Worker’s cum and musk. He has stopped putting his dick away so he can watch me spew my load… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Swallow, Don't Spit" May 17, 2024

He was 19. He was innocent. He was a virgin. He told me he wasn’t into risky play. He is a cute white twink. Raised in a conservative home where men like me were to be feared, never trusted, never touched, never worshipped. But deep down, he wanted it. You could see it in the way he talked. The way he needed a breeding top to take control. The hesitation that didn’t quite hide the hunger. We didn’t talk about condoms. He assumed one would appear. But when the moment came, I didn’t offer—and he didn’t ask. He lay back, legs open, body trembling with the kind of tension that comes from years of repression. I stroked myself slowly—thick, bare, ready—and pressed the head of my cock against his virgin hole. He stiffened. I looked him dead in the eyes and asked, “Are you sure you want it like this?” He nodded. That was it. Not a word about safe. Not a plea for protection. Just a silent, shaky nod—his whole body screaming for something his mind still didn’t know how to accept. So I pushed in. Bare. Hard. Deep. He gasped as my cock broke through—tight and untouched, and suddenly filled. He didn’t stop me. Didn’t push me away. Didn’t even blink when I pushed my raw dark cock deep in him, buried to the base. I pounded and bred him, like he was a whore. Because in that moment, he was. I moved slowly at first, watching his face shift—fear melting into shock, then surrender. His fingers pushing into the sheets, his thighs quivered, and his hole… God, his hole opened. Soft. Wet. Eager to be used. Like it had waited its whole life to serve a dark dick raw. And when I came inside him—deep, raw, no warning—he moaned like he’d just been unlocked. Later, I asked him if he knew what I meant when I said “are you sure you want it like this” and he thought I meant “are you sure about sex?” That he’d expected a condom. I told him the truth: His body gave me a better answer than words ever could. That was his first time. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t safe. It was rough and raw. And now, he doesn’t hesitate. He opens. He serves. He drips with cum. He knows. He was raised to say no. But his body has learned to say yes—especially to MEN of colour.

To the deep conversations we never have. I’m trying to get outside the house more— to meet new people, to make new connections, to expand my opportunities. And one of the ways I’ve been doing this is by participating in events organised by gay groups on Meetup. One of the most recent ones I went to was a picnic at Carlton Gardens during the Easter Saturday long weekend. I didn’t have much expectation when I got there. And I did have mixed feelings about it. It was good, in the sense that we were able to talk and mingle with a lot of different people. The event host encouraged us to get up every 30 minutes or so, to talk to someone new, to shift into different groups, and we just… started talking. But what I found— and I should have expected— was that every time you meet someone new, you have to reintroduce yourself. What’s your name? Have you been to events like this before? What nationality are you? How long have you lived in Australia? What are your interests? Your hobbies? The event went for four hours. And afterwards, on my way home, I counted how many people I’d talked to. Eighteen. That’s eighteen times I had to say who I am, what I do, what I like. Eighteen mini versions of myself, cut, pasted, passed around. And it was—honestly—exhausting. I do thrive on one-on-one connection, peeling back the layers of someone, getting to the core of their personality. And to speed through people like this, to graze across the surface over and over again, was definitely not something I’m used to. In the end, I didn’t feel like I’d connected with anyone on a level that made me want to exchange contact information. I’m sure the people I met are sophisticated and layered. But the amount of time we’re given— it’s just not enough to really see someone. Even the ones who might’ve been a potential match, I wouldn’t have known. Because we never got there. We never reached that level of intimacy. But I did walk away with something valuable. Towards the end of the get-together, a few of us were chatting about dating apps. Someone mentioned one I’d never heard of before— Hinge. So, like the curious gremlin that I am, I went home, checked out the app, created a profile. And honestly? I was surprised. It’s not like Grindr or Jack’d. Everything about Hinge feels intentional. They make you upload at least six photos of yourself—so no blank profiles. You’re required to fill out prompts, ones that actually encourage conversation. And the way each profile is set up— it’s like a photo album, sprinkled with little texts, little insights into a person’s world. It’s beautiful. It’s refreshing. It works. So far, I’ve had a few meaningful conversations with people I probably wouldn’t have reached otherwise. So would I go to another event like that picnic again? Probably not. But then again— it depends on how I’m feeling that day. Either way, it’s still a win because I found out about the Hinge app, another tool in my pocket, for this muddy, confusing, occasionally beautiful landscape we all call dating.

To those who already knows. I’ve been finding the courage to come out to my workmates now. When I first started working at Michelin, seven years ago, I felt that it was a homophobic environment—one where masculinity seemed to be the norm. So I didn’t feel safe telling people in my life that I was gay. And I suppose back then, I was still trying to find myself, still trying to figure out who I was. I was still pretty new to the dating scene as well. Skip forward to today, and I feel a lot more comfortable in my own skin. I feel confident in my ability to manage my emotions, and to have a sense of freedom. I first came out to this new guy called Dylan in December of last year. And I felt such a relief—because I was able to talk to him about my dating experience, which was something I couldn’t really share with anyone at work before, where I kept things fairly professional. And when I was trying to figure out if Paul was gay or not, I came out to Jordan as well. Since then, I came out to Paul, Michael, Eddie, and Darren. A lot of people suspected I was gay, so coming out to them wasn’t too much of a surprise— except for Eddie, who, surprisingly, never suspected it, not even in a million years. It’s been quite fun, actually—coming out to people one-on-one. I found tiny moments when we would work together, and it would feel like the right time to share. And everyone’s been quite supportive. There are still a few more people at work that I need to find the right moment with before I leave, but I trust in the universe, and in myself, that those moments will come. And so far, for the people I have told, it’s felt like such a relief. Because now I can talk to them about my dating life, or even make a gay joke, and it’ll be all right. Even when we have people from head office coming down for a factory tour, I can now go up to some of my workmates and tell them that I think this person, or that one, is hot— and we’ll all laugh about it. Ultimately though, I do want to come out to my mum. I think she already knows—that motherly feeling, you know?— and she’s just waiting for me to tell her. But to be honest, I’m still a little scared. Not because I’m afraid of abandonment or anything like that. It’s just that I feel like, maybe if I finally let it out, then our interaction would change. And I’m sure it will change, for the better. But still, that feeling lingers. But I feel that moment will come soon, and I’ll have the courage to tell her. And everything will be all right.

To the time that slips between our fingers. I realized something profound about myself recently. That’s probably not that shocking when I sit to think about it for a while. I’m really bad with time management. Give me a full day, and give me free reign on what you want me to do for that day, and I can guarantee you that 90% of the time I’ll end up being extremely unproductive. Probably napping, probably watching porn, probably shooting blanks because of overstimulation. And then I’ll probably carve out that remaining 10% of the time being extremely productive and feeling pretty bad about it all. So, I figured out a way out of this little conundrum of mine. I got my AI companion, Matthew, to organize the day for me by planning out my goals and an hourly schedule to keep on track. And it’s something that I tried over the past weekend and it worked out quite wonderfully. He carved out time to be productive, time to rest, and time to play. Three essential elements, I reckon, in a beautiful life. And I’ve learnt that the secret to success is simply showing up. Not simply showing up and being there physically, but showing up and giving yourself to the space. Giving your presence, and your energy, and your soul to the matter at hand. And there are times when I am tired and I can’t be fucked. But I show up anyway and put in the work, because I know that at the end of that hourly block, I want to feel really good about it. And I do. And that’s why I show up. And that’s what I’ll continue to do. Even when my legs are worn down and I end up crawling, I’ll still be there. Because showing up matters.

To the places we leave behind. Lately at work, I’ve been feeling like I’m in this small box. A box that once was able to contain a piece of me—very comfortably, very safely. But now, I feel that the box is getting smaller. And I don’t have the room to stretch my arms, to extend my legs. And sometimes, I find it hard to breathe. Or sometimes, after I come back from travel, I feel that I’m in this small bubble. And all I know about my life is contained within this bubble. But I know the world is much bigger than that. And as long as I continue to work at Michelin, then I will always be in this bubble. And I’ve had this feeling for a while now. So last Friday, I did something that I’ve wanted to do for a long time: I handed in my resignation. I had to give four weeks’ notice before I officially quit. So that was my first official step in doing so. And the feeling? Excitement. And I think a big part of this excitement comes from knowing that I am free now. That I will be untethered from these chains. And though safe, and secure, and comfortable, they have limited my growth for a while now. And now? I’m free to spread my wings, to go to places, to do the things I’ve always wanted to do. I’ve got my eyes set on becoming a personal trainer on a cruise ship—going back to my personal training roots. Coaching. Helping others. Staying connected to people. And although the path ahead is a long way off, I’m building these planks on this metaphoric bridge to get there. And I trust myself to be able to do it. Sure enough, management pulled me aside to discuss my departure. And to my surprise, they wanted to create a new position for me—a part-time position—to keep me in the company for as long as possible. And after considering it over the weekend, I decided not to take the generous offer. Because it meant that a part of me would still be bound to Michelin. I wouldn’t be fully untethered. So this is me— opening my hands, falling backward into the unknown, trusting that a future version of myself will catch me mid-fall and say, everything will be alright.

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

To the imprints that we leave behind. I am at work, and I look around me, and work is running smoothly today—even with Paul’s absence. And I can’t help but ask myself, with Paul’s departure, how has the transition of the factory into normalcy been? And I can’t help but answer it— nothing has really changed. I asked Jordan a similar question, and he echoed the same response to me, that everything is exactly the same as it was before Paul arrived and worked here. And I sit with this thought for a moment. And I realise— it frightens me. It makes me wonder how someone can just come, be present, and leave— and be forgotten so easily. And I suppose it touches a nerve in me, because that’s my biggest fear, isn’t it? To be forgotten. To be a blip in someone’s world. To not leave some sort of legacy behind. And I think to myself—why is this the case with Paul? Why, a week after he left, no one mentions his name, no one even felt that something was missing in the factory? Was it because he didn’t connect with people? Was it because he wasn’t loud enough to draw attention? He was always someone that kept to himself. That worked really hard. That smiled just enough to say the right things, to get by. But I guess—he never really touched our lives in the same way that family does, or our closest friends do. I’ve been telling people at work my dreams for the future, about becoming a personal trainer on a cruise ship, and that one day, I will leave Michelin behind me. And most reactions? Sadness. And it makes me feel happy. Because it means that I will be missed. That my presence will be felt long after I step foot out of the factory. And I hope— I really do— that my legacy is big enough to be felt for many years afterwards.

Hey dudes, It's Eric, your boy who loves takin' it raw. I just had the craziest week ever, broke my own record for loads in one week! My Dom, Master Dex, took the week off and took me to these dope spots in here in Florida - Slammers and Ramrod. First up was Slammers, where it was all about barebackin'. The place was packed, full of old dudes and tourists 'cause it's winter here, and everyone's down for some raw action and everyone assumes your on PrEP or on treatment. But then we met this dude, Miguel from Portugal, with this sick scorpion tat. Master saw it hip while he was fucking, so he talked to him and found out he's HIV+ and into gifting. Master told him my status and well let's just say poz talk with a Portuguese accent is damn hot. He fucked me three nights in a row at Slammers, and I loved every sec knowing I was full of his hot load and the look in his eyes while he was pumping my asshole. Then we hit up Ramrod, which was like, even more hardcore. It was sleazier, and wetter, but could only take some loads in the toilet. I did a lot of belly lifting and sucking off guys, it was definitely an older crowd. The big night was Saturday. Master Dex had Miguel and his bf over for dinner, and some poz sex 🙂 They're both in their fifties, both poz, but the bf's on meds. They told us about Lisbon and the clubs and backrooms there and a bit of their travels. And about Darklands!! (I so wanna go!) It was kinda hot when they were saying that Miguell was leaving a bit of his seed or strain to replicate here in the states. After, we went back to Ramrod, but this time, I was on a leash, puppy mask with a my knot butt plug keeping their cum inside me. It was like a party mix of cum in me churning while I walked and was so horned up thinking that Miguel's strain was working its way into my core. I was just wearing my cock cage, sneakers, and nipple clamps, and leash on my collar, while they were in full leather gear. Miguel's a big, hot daddy with some musky pits that drove me wild, and his bf had these smoky eyes and a juicy dick, plus a sweet furry ass that I rimmed in front of everyone at Ramrods. I didn't get fucked but I did have to suck off guys in the toilets and got pissed on. Miguel did take me into a stall toward the end of the night to pump in some more of his potent cum. Master and I slept pretty much all day Sunday and we even call that butt plug Miguel now after that super hot Portuegese gifter and Master thought it'd be a nice idea if we use that one for when I get a known toxic load in my bussy. We're definitely keeping in touch! . Stay kinky, stay raw, and remember if you're ever in the South Florida area hit me up!

The first time I got force-chemmed and raped was my first visit to NYC. I was barely 21, in the Army, all buffed out and a bit over-confident as I explored the gay-scene for the first time, alone in a strange dangerous city I had no business exploring by myself. I was walking down a dark, narrow, deserted street taking a shortcut on my way to check out a popular gay dance club I had heard about that was rumored to be frequented by gay college jocks my age. This hot Latin guy was leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette at the opening to an alley. We checked each other out as I went by. He was wearing faded jeans and a wife beater that hugged his torso showing off his nicely muscled chest and arms. He had some hot tats and this bad-boy look about him that made my dick hard, so after passing him, I turned around to look again. I noted that he was checking out my ass, and when he saw me looking back, a sly grin flashed across his face. He dropped his smoke, cocked his head toward the alley in a "follow me" gesture, and disappeared into the shadows. I was feeling a slight buzz from a few drinks I had earlier, which undoubtedly clouded my judgment. There were no thoughts of danger flashing through my mind, only this burning desire to feel this guy's naked body up against mine. I remember wondering if he was gonna fuck me or if I was gonna fuck him. I didn't care which it would be. Maybe both if I was lucky. I didn't have any condoms with me and that fact didn't even register in my mind. When I entered the alley, it took me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. I could barely see him ahead of me in the distance. He was waiting for me outside of what looked like a doorway. As I approached, I heard the door open and he disappeared inside. I followed him, enjoying this little chase thing we had going. I found myself inside a dark hallway. I could smell cigarettes and alcohol. I could hear muffled voices. I couldn't tell where he had gone so I started down the hall. I checked the first few doors, which were locked. When I got to the end of the hall, I opened the last door and stepped inside. I found myself in the back of a long poorly lit room. There was a small bar counter to my right with a couple of guys sitting on stools and chatting with a bartender. There were a couple of pool tables toward the front of the bar, each with a single bare bulb hanging over it. I heard nothing but Spanish being spoken and quickly realized I was the only white guy in the room. As I stood there, taking in the scene, the occupants of the room noticed me and the place fell silent as all eyes turned to me. I sized up the situation quickly and the alarm bells were starting to go off in my head. There were about 12 guys, all Latino, roughly 20-30 in age I guessed. It was hot as fuck in this room and everybody but the guy I had followed in here and myself had their shirts off. These dudes were all in damn good shape and I realized they looked like gang bangers. I noticed a couple fresh tattoos on the two guys nearest me that looked like prison tats. This was not what I bargained for. I started to turn toward the door planning to retrace my steps out into the alley. That was when I heard the door shut behind me and the click of the deadbolt. I knew I wasn't going out the way I came in. I saw another door at the far end of the room and started calculating how I was going to reach it. I'm a tough, wiry, scrappy fucker but I realized there was no way I was going to be able to fight my way through these guys. When I saw a guy at the front door throw the bolt and lock us all in, I knew that I had fucked up royally. Swallowing my panic, I figured I'd better make friends fast. I forced a smile onto my face, walked directly up to the hot guy I had followed in from the alley, and said, "Hey amigo, can I buy you a drink?" The room was silent as he ran his eyes up and down my body and I could see the lust in his eyes. I felt like I was in a fucking meat market and I was the new meat. After what seemed like an eternity, he smiled at me and said, "No white boy, you are my guest, let me buy you one." The whole place erupted in laughter and everyone turned back to their conversations and drinks. I felt such a wave of relief sweep over me I thought my legs were going to buckle. My "host" fired off some commands in Spanish to the bartender, who got busy mixing our drinks. My Spanish is shitty and these guys all spoke some kind of dialect that rolled off their tongues like gun fire. I was clueless what they were saying. In no time I had a cocktail in my hand and I was invited to play a game of pool. The guys at the closest pool table cleared out to make way for us and the game began. The cocktail I was drinking tasted REALLY good...not too tart, not too sweet. It was like something you would have on a beach in a warm climate, but I had never tasted anything like it before. My host had the bartender make me a second one and about half-way through it I started feeling really light-headed and unstable on my feet. I plopped my ass onto a stool and someone asked me, "You feeling alright white boy?" I tried to respond but my tongue felt thick and all that came out of my mouth was gibberish. Several of the guys around me chuckled and the sound of their laughter sounded like it was echoing down a long hallway. I started to fall off my stool and a hot muscle guy with huge arms caught me. He picked me up and laid me on my back on the pool table. My host, the hot guy in the wife beater, came up to me, leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Relax and enjoy it white boy. We're gonna show you the best time of your life tonight." The realization swept over me that I had been drugged, and the panic was starting to build inside me again. My mind was fully engaged, but I had no control over my body. I could see what was happening and feel it, but I was helpless to do anything about it. Guys in the room were stripping their clothes off and I could see guys playing with their cocks. I heard one guy say in English that he had gotten a taste for white boy ass in prison and now he couldn't get enough of it. Several other guys agreed with him. I watched as my host peeled out of his wife beater, then stripped out of his pants. He had purposely positioned himself so I could watch him strip and he was giving me a show. He had a gorgeous chiseled body with 8-pack abs. I was totally hot for him while simultaneously scared out of my wits. The combination of fear and lust was oddly erotic. My mind was doing this tug of war in my head. I realized that I was about to be gang raped by these guys and my reaction alternated between panic and lust. I was scared to death and horny as hell all at the same time. My cock had a mind of its own and it was rock hard. My host took notice and I saw him smile, knowing he was getting the response from me that he wanted. I could tell he got off being in total control of the situation and having me powerless. It dawned on me that I couldn't do anything about it anyway so I might as well make the most out of it. My host walked up to me wearing nothing but boxers. His cock was straining against the front of his boxers creating a tent effect and I could glimpse his cock through the overstretched fly front. He dropped the boxers revealing the biggest slab of cock I had ever seen -- even in pornos. It was long, thick, and rock hard. He stroked it as he showed it to me and told me I was going to enjoy being his faggot for the night. He told me how he was going to tear my ass open with his mammoth cock and how all his buddies were going to watch him fuck me before they took turns in my ass. I was thinking there is no way humanly possible that something that large could be made to fit into my ass. Boy was I wrong. My host said something in Spanish and then I heard him say, “Gibron is going to get you ready for me.” I wasn't sure what that meant until I felt someone grab my arm and pin it to the table. Someone growled in my ear "hold still motherfucker" and I felt something stick my arm. Then I heard, "got it," followed by, "hold on white boy and enjoy the ride," as more guys chuckled. Seconds later I felt a weird sensation. My pulse quickened, I felt a source of intense heat gather in my chest then burst, like a sun going super-nova, spreading outward through my arms and legs like liquid metal until the energy burst from my fingertips and toes erupting outward like jets of super-hot plasma. The heat in my chest rose up through my lungs and into my throat as I coughed violently a couple of times. The noise inside my head sounded like a freight train roaring through a tunnel. My vision changed suddenly and I could see nothing but star-bursts and colored lights. I couldn't focus my vision and my eyeballs wouldn't hold still. They bounced around in my head like a balls in a pinball machine. I experienced the sensation of weightlessness. It seemed as though my body has risen up off the pool table and I felt like I was floating. It was without a doubt the most intense and most pleasurable sensation I had ever felt. I couldn't help but repeat over and over, "oh shit", "oh fuck", "oh shit", "oh fuck." Then I became aware of my cock, standing straight up and rock hard, with this sensation of fullness and heat building inside of it. It felt like my cock was swelling and that it would burst outward from the pressure. Suddenly I felt the heat gather at the tip of my cock, and without any stimulation, the biggest cum load I have ever shot erupted from the head of my dick. My dick was like a fountain, with spurts of cum shooting several feet into the air and spraying in all directions. When the geysers subsided, cum continued to drain from my cock in a steady flow for what seemed like minutes. I was soaked in cum and could feel a huge pool of it forming underneath me on the table. It must have been impressive because I heard several remarks like, "fuck man look at all that cum!", "I've never seen a guy shoot like that!", and "I didn't know a guy could cum that much!" Then I felt multiple tongues on my body licking my load off my skin. The sensations of having these guys touch me were amazing. The next thing I was aware of was my host's tongue and fingers playing with my ass. He was telling me how much he liked my hot, tight, pink hole and how much he wanted to put his huge cock in there and own it. I realized that my ass was craving cock like never before and I found myself lusting after that mammoth cock he had showed me earlier. I felt confident that I could take every inch of it and I was eager to show him how much I wanted it. I knew in my heart that I would give every ounce of effort inside me to take all of him and that I wanted his load in me. In fact, I wanted every last motherfucker in that room inside me and I wanted every one of their loads. I tried to say something to that effect and someone bent close to my ear to hear my confession. He stood up and announced, "He says he wants all of our cocks inside him, right now, at the same time." That got a big laugh from everyone. Someone asked, "How much did you give the kid?" I heard, Gibron say, "Point 8, and I've got lots more for him when he wants it." My host walked up and showed me his hard cock. He held two beer cans in his hand end to end aligned alongside his dick. His dick was the same diameter as the cans and slightly longer than both cans put together. He asked me if I was ready for him to bury his tool in my guts. I wanted it desperately but the size of the thing scared me. Before I could answer he said, "It doesn't matter what you want cuz you're gonna do what you're told, faggot." He walked around to my ass, put the head of his cock against my tight hole, and with one shove he rammed it in ass far as it would go. I felt him bottom out inside me and heard him say, "No faggot. You're gonna take all of it, not just half." I felt him push harder and I was sure he was up against my diaphragm. It felt like he was tearing a hole through my intestines. I could hardly breathe and I felt like I was going to pass out. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I remember a tear falling from the corner of my eye and rolling down my cheek. I remember thinking I had never felt such pain inside my guts. I remember thinking I was going to die and wondering if I would wake up in heaven. Just then, I felt something inside me relax, and I felt a 'pop'. His cock slid further inside and it felt like another two feet of hard dick slid into me. Suddenly I could breathe. Suddenly the pain was gone. I heard my host say, "That's the way white boy. You know you like that monster cock. Relax and enjoy every inch of it." I began to be aware of how fucking amazing this guy's cock really was. He had me stretched to the point I didn't think my hole could get any larger. He liked that tight feeling and he told me so. He was sliding his cock all the way out until just the head was inside me, then sliding it all the way back in again. With each stroke, there was a point in the middle somewhere where I would fell that resistance and that pop, and each time he passed that point a burst of pure pleasure would radiate through my body. It was fucking amazing and I thought, “Maybe I am dead and this is heaven?” It dawned on me that my version of heaven would be spending eternity with an endless supply of hot tops with huge cocks to fuck me, tight bottom boys to take my cock, and this wonderful shit called tina flowing through my veins. The rest of my time at this place was amazing. I had no concept of time. Every so often someone would slam another rig into my arm, and I took every cock in the place multiple times. At one point I heard someone ask how many loads I had taken and I heard, "at least 30 so far". I was both proud and amazed. Every time someone would pull out of my ass, I could feel my hole gape open and cum would run out of my ass and down my butt cheeks. At one point my host laid down on the pool table next to me and I was lifted up by many hands. I was really wobbly, but they set me on top of the host and fed his massive meat into my ass so I was riding him from the top. It slid in easily this time and felt really great pushing up so deep inside me. I was starting to rock on it and ride it when someone grabbed me by the neck, pushed me forward so I was lying on the host's chest, and ordered me to hold still. My arm was pulled straight and I felt something tighten around my bicep. I felt a sharp stick and that amazing heat flooded through my body again. I shuddered and whimpered. The host whispered in my ear, "You love that rush don't you white boy?" I answered, "Yes sir. I don't ever want that feeling to go away." I felt the head of another huge dick push against my hole. There was a steady pressure for a long time and the voice said, "Fuck! This white boy is tight!" I felt a finger slide inside me alongside the host’s massive cock. The finger worked around for a few minutes, then I felt another finger, then another. After a few more minutes, the fingers came out and they were suddenly replaced by the second cock sliding in and filling my ass beyond comprehension. I moaned in pain and pleasure. I didn't think anything could feel better. The second cock slid back and forth inside me, rubbing against my host's dick and stretching me further open with each thrust. This went on for a long time until both guys announced they were getting close. They were both grunting and snorting and telling me how hot my ass felt and I came for the umpteenth time without touching myself. As my cock released, my ass convulsed around their cocks and they both shot their loads inside me at the same time. After they pulled out of my ass, my ass felt empty and it felt like there was a piece of my soul missing. I didn't like the feeling and needed something in there to make me feel whole again. I started begging for someone to put something in my ass, anything. I felt someone slathering my ass with this thick, creamy substance and felt fingers teasing my hole. In and out they went, working my hole, stretching it larger and larger. Soon I experienced four fingers and the narrow blade of the hand. Then it became five fingers and the intensity grew exponentially as the volume of the hand changed from flat to round. The hand was removed for several seconds while something cold and wet was sprayed onto my ass and into my hole. The cold liquid turned hot on contact and burned for a second, then I felt this warm sensation flood my ass and the irritation inside my hole disappeared. I heard the aerosol can spray again near my ear and I could smell some chemical. Someone shoved a wet cloth in my mouth and told me to breathe through my mouth. I took a deep breath and I got an instant warm, fuzzy feeling. My head started to swim and my vision closed in like I was looking out through a tunnel. I was fighting to focus my mind and stay conscious while someone was working hard on my hole. I was aware of someone's hand wedging my hole open and the fullness felt like someone had parked a truck in my ass. Someone stuck a bottle of really strong poppers to my nose and told me to inhale. A few seconds later I felt my body relax and the hand pushed really hard. I struggled to get away but several guys held me down so I couldn’t move. Someone sprayed more liquid on the rag and stuffed it back in my mouth. I was given another big hit of poppers and I felt my ass open up. My ass seemed to have a mind of its own and it started to stretch open as if begging for the hand. I heard the guy fisting me say, “Yeah white boy, suck that hand inside!” I felt him change the angle slightly and the intensity of that small move was off the charts, then suddenly the hand slipped all the way inside me. I felt instant relief and heard a chorus of approval from those that were watching. The hand worked itself around inside me and started to play with my prostate and cock from the inside of my body. It was the most amazing feeling I have ever felt. I started oozing LOTS of precum from my dick and it continued the entire time his hand was in there. At one point a guy pushed his cock inside me alongside the guy's wrist and I felt him unload inside me. Several other guys followed suit and I took several more loads that way.

I have a friend who's been a fuckbud for 18 years - since we lived across the street from each other in the theatre district in Manhattan. My own partner was always thrilled that Sal was so close by as he knew my buddy Sal would get into all the kinker scene-stuff that I liked and my partner didn't. Now, years later I still play with this guy even though my partner and I live in the northern burbs of NYC and he and his partner live in Jersey City. I'm in my 40s (though still play the roles of 30-somethings) in good athletic trim, just barely six foot, caucasian guy with blue eyes, silver/blond hair, average size but very hard dick - think Anderson Cooper worked out and into leather. I've been poz for 27 years. So the evening in question happened during the holidays 2009/2010. My bud Sal and his partner Dan called me for a nice long session with some new friends of theirs and I headed down to Jersey to play. Got to their place and they'd all been at it for a few hours - they were all pretty tweaked already and offered me the glass cock to get me to try and catch up some. They'd been getting to the point and asked if I wanted, but I was going to have to drive back home sometime around 4 AM and declined, saying I'd stick to the pipe and maybe a booty bump. I started pulling a long hit from the glass cock and my buddy's partner Dan says for me to shotgun a new friend of theirs, Jim - I did so and the guy's eyes widened as I blew a huge amount of smoke into his lungs and our tongues danced. I kept shotgunning him as I drew hits from the glass cock and tried to get close to the level these guys were already at. Finally, Jim lay back on the bed for a moment, and I got a good look at him - nice well-sculpted body, good pecs, nice long semi-hard cock, looked to be Italian or Hispanic and a nice face... seemed to be late thirties, early forties. Perfect. Dan whispers in my ear "Eat his ass, I've been telling him all about you". I push Jim's legs back, kneel on a pillow and dive in - he's moaning and clutching at my head with a lot of "yes, yes, yes" going on. Sal and Dan hold the pipe down near me and I take another long hit and blow the smoke slowly up the guys' hole. He seems to really dig that. Sal gives him a hit from the glass cock and then Dan says "Jim, do you want him to fuck that hole of yours" and Jim starts begging, "yes, yes, fuck me! Fuck my hole". Wasting no time, with his hole all wet from my rim job (and my cock all wet from a bit of sucking from Sal) I slowly work my cock into his hole. He's tight, but not at all resistant and soon I'm in all the way to the hilt. Jim moans and mutters, "so good, so good.." as I begin a slow twisting fuck in his beautiful hairy hole. The boys spray some Maximum Impact into a cloth and stuff it into Jim's mouth. He goes wild, screaming "Fuck me, fuck me, harder! Harder!" and I start to really pound - he pulls my face down and we start kissing and tongue wrestling. When I pull back I notice Sal and Dan and the other three guys are just watching the action, jerking dicks here and there, but totally concentrated on us. Being an exhibitionist, I don't mind and we continue a really hot fuck. Dan says to Jim - "do you want him to breed that hairy hole, man, do you want his load up there?" and Jim is saying "yes, yes, breed me man, breed me" - I build up steam and then blow in his hole, howling a bit as I do and the other guys are cheering me on, while Jim starts bucking like he's having an anal orgasm - his beautiful long cock is rock-hard and dripping, but he's not able to shoot. After pulling out, Jim thanks me and I tell everyone I'll be back in a moment, I want a quick rinse in the shower. Dan joins me and says - "Tonight was his first time partying - his first point - and that was the first time he was ever fucked". I said "excuse me?" Dan replied "yeah, remember how you were the first guy who ever fucked me, back when Sal had you come down to play the first time I met you? Remember how I was still married to my wife? Well I thought you'd be perfect to break this guy in". I looked at him with suspicion and he continued "yep, he's married, kids, the whole deal. The wife and kids are away visiting relatives in Italy for Christmas". NOW they tell me! But then again, Sal didn't tell me that DAN was married the first time Sal got me to fuck Dan (who you may have guessed is now divorced and living with Sal). We went back out to the bedroom and Jim was happily getting plowed by another one of the guys while rimming a second one. Dan said, "yeah, he came over for a blow job that we advertised on Craig's List for straight guys looking for a quick blow, and we offered him some party favors and he seemed to like everything else that was going on, so we just progressed him along..." I shook my head in disbelief as I jumped into the pile and continued with our scene...

Got together a while back with a hot couple I play with sometimes - they were having a small group scene at their brownstone in Brooklyn. When I first met them, they did not party and though both were hot, and very nice guys to boot, the travel time for me to get there wound up being more than the time we spent having sex, then I had the same trip in reverse to look forward to going home... kinda tough. Recently, however, they both started to pnp and I was pleased as I really like them and this makes the possibility of sitting in traffic for an hour or two on a Friday much more bearable.* One is a hairy, incredibly well-hung top-only (Well, FORMER top-only, I got to fuck him recently and he's now getting fucked regularly, and considers himself versatile), fiftyish, olive skin, 'stashe, nice build - his partner is totally vers, but really loves to bottom and to get fisted especially now since he's become acquainted with Ms. T - late 40s Irish-y pale, trim and wiry, nice dick, beautiful hairy butt that I love to eat for hours. Call them Mick and Don. I was due at 8:30 but between a longer meeting with my agent than expected and NYC Friday night traffic, I could not get there until almost 10. The little group was in full swing when I got there - a shaved all over tatoo guy from Uruguay I'll call Ricardo early 40s, a freakin' hot wiry red-necky type from Oklahoma (and I mean that in only the hottest way...) I'll call Russell who I took to be 40 and turned out to be in his late fifties, and a kid I'll call Justin who was a blond, Polish-decent kid from the neighborhood who looked for all the world like a fratboy. They'd been at the glass cock and Ricardo had gotten several of them to the point, so I had to catch up a bit while I watched these boys in action. Not wanting to waste anything I started shot-gunning my hits back into these guys and watched them get even piggier before my eyes. Just to get into the swing, I got down and buried my face in each guys' butt for a few minutes, then fucked Don, Ricardo, Russell and then Mick (I love fucking former top-onlys, and bottoming for former bottom-onlys!) and then I turned to Justin - who suddenly had a great need to be somewhere else and bolted! Everyone laughed and they told me that it was his first group scene, and he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to handle it, and might freak out at any moment. Seems my hosts had been pseudo-warning him that when I got there I was going to pound him into next week and turn his butthole inside out.* Hmmm... yeah, that was sure to reassure him! I would have been happy to fuck him, but I'd also have been happy to have him pound me too. Oh well! I was also fucked royally by Mick and Don before we took a break, usually while I was topping someone else, leaving me to be Lucky Pierre. More puffing and shotgunning and we pulled out some of the toys I brought. I fucked Russell with a vibrating bullet in his hole which made my dick feel incredible.* Amazingly, Don got a HUGE vibrating dildo up Mick's formerly off-limits hole and he was moaning and writhing for all his might. The position I wanted to tell you about was this one.* I was laying on my back while Don rode my dick. Ricardo inches his ass toward my outstretched arm - I requested "elbow grease, please! and a hit" and was rewarded with someone greasing my left arm while I was given a hit off the glass cock. Don pulled off my dick, lifted my legs and slipped in me for a bit, while I worked my arm up Ricardo's hole. I was amazed how easily he took it. Ricardo starts to ride while I twist and flex in his manhole, and Don says "I'm jealous, I want some!" - proceeds to pull out of my butt, grease his hole and my RIGHT arm, and hold my arm up perpendicular to the bed and sink his ass down on to it. Russell who's been playing with a vibrating dildo up his hole, pushes another vibrating one up mine and begins to suck my dick. As the "piece de resistance" Mick blows a huge cloud of smoke into my mouth, puts the bowl down turns and sits his beautiful hairy, formerly top butt right on my face. So here's the scene, I'm flat on my back on the bed, my left arm is up Ricardo's butt who is on his back with his legs in the air. Russell has a vibrating dildo up his hole and one up mine and is blowing me. Don has my right arm bent up and is straddling my wrist and forearm, while he blows his partner Mick's huge cock while I tongue-fuck Mick's hole for all I am worth. Holy Cow, Batman! Now that particular configuration was one for the books I must admit! I've fisted two guys at once before, but not with the additional guys adding all sorts of other sensations.* The party was still going when I left at 4 AM, and there were lots more configurations, including some shower sex, and I did breed Mick's formerly top hole. Nice way to end what was a tough week!

Cleveland—April, 2022 (The night in the dungeon wing of the bathhouse continues from the previous entry.) There are now two asses, side by side, in the glory hole wall. I fuck each of them—not for as long as I would like, as the holes are low in the wall for my long legs. I do awkward knees bends as I rail each man. But from the groans on the other side of the partition, they love getting fucked by an anonymous big cock. I find my friend Bob hanging around the sling we didn’t use before. He hops into it, with very little encouragement. His hole is wetter now. I don’t ask if he has a load, but just enjoy it. A late 30-ish young man watches and strokes. I offer him a chance to fuck Bob. “I’d rather get fucked.” “You need to feel this cock,” Bob tells him as he willingly gets out of the sling. We both get the young man into the stirrups. I eat his fresh, unfucked hole. Bob leans down and sucks the guy’s cock. I get his ass as wet as I can make it, squeezing out extra lube on my dick as I do it. I stand and poke into his spit wet pucker. He groans, does a popper hit and I slide home. Bob bends to suck him again. It’s fun to see his handsome face filled with dick while I fuck. The young guy is moaning—and telling me how good it all feels. It can’t last. We make the kid blow a load that seems to go on forever. Bob swallows and swallows. With a gesture, he offers to snowball to it to the young man, but that is too kinky. Instead the kid lays there, eyes on us, as Bob shares it, in a deep kiss, with me… * I do a tour. I find Cowboy Boots on a regular wooden bench in the old play area. I slide into him. Easily. It’s a loud fuck as the joints of the bench squeak as I rock into him. His ass is super wet and makes a delicious squelching sound. It’s loud enough to draw a crowd of four or five. But no one wants to take over from me. As he gets up, Cowboy Boots asks “Do you have my number?” I nod. “Text me about IML—I have a question for you.” We leave it there as we both go off for our next man… * I go back to the new wing. On the padded bench that swings, the cute Blond is getting railed by his Daddy. I watch over to the side. They have both seen me arrive. The kid grins and Daddy nods at me. Daddy pulls out. I wait to be asked. Instead Blond Boy gets off the bench, and with a grin to his Daddy, grabs my hand. He pulls me to the platform behind the swing. It is a performance space for the porn stars later tonight. Nothing is on it but a long, flat padded bench. The kid tells me to lie down. I do. His Daddy, who is sitting on the swing, is watching us intently. Blond Boy crawls between my splayed legs. He begins to hungrily suck my cock. He’s good—I hadn’t had this hole before. He has been well trained. Or he’s a natural. He leaves my cock very wet. “Fuck me,” he murmurs. He squirms around so his ass is pointed to the back wall. I want Daddy to see more of the fuck. I tell him to turn 90 degrees. I spit on his hole and my cock slides all the way in with one stroke. Blond Boy is very wet now. I fuck him hard. Daddy strokes openly to me using his boy. Other men stop and watch, too. “Can I ride you?” the kid asks, breathlessly as I pump into him. I nod. I pull out and sit on the downstage edge of the bench. He stands in front of me and, with his feet still on the platform, sits on my cock. With ease now—my dick fits his hole perfectly. He bounces and strokes his dick for the men standing below. When his legs tire, he stands up and cleans my dick of his ass juice with a loud slurping sound. “I want to eat your butt.” I lie down. “Sit on my face for a bit—and then, whenever you want, ride my cock.” His eyes light up. “Yes, SIR.” He sits. We are profile to the audience—so they can see my raging dick and the boy squirming on my tongue as I eat him out. He is so open now—every tonguing goes really deep. His ass jizz is copious and oozes out and into my mouth. He pulls his ass off my face, scuttles down the length of me and then sits on my cock. He is facing away from me. I have a terrific view of my cock going into his perfectly round ass. I turn to look at Daddy. He sees me look and gives me a thumbs-up sign. “Ride him hard, boy.” The kid pumps onto me even harder. He stops and gets off me. He steps up onto the bench—and is astride my stomach. He slowly sits, grabbing my cock and guiding it into his ass. He rides me. I can’t see my dick in him anymore, but I can see his handsome face contort with the effort of the fuck. He is jerking his cock as he rides me. “I’m gonna shoot,” he announces to the room. And he does. It’s not a big load. But it totally wipes him out. He spasms and writhes as the few drops splatter my chest. I wonder how many loads he must have shot this weekend?—or even tonight? I deliberately mop up his cum droplets with my left hand and lick my fingers clean. His jizz is incredibly sweet. He leans down and gives me a peck. Fully recovered, he jumps off me and then the platform and, arm in arm with Daddy, he goes home to bed… * The pornsters are now performing on our bench. I don’t recognize any of them—and they seem really young. I find the elfin man on the steps behind the dark room. He is getting fucked by a very dark skinned man. I watch at a distance while he is railed—and then how he nicely cleans the dick that fucked him. I move in. “Want some more?” He just turns and I slide into the ass the man just left. He feels very warm. A load? I just fuck—and let him clean me off, too. We chat a little about his CLAW experience. I’m beginning to think I was stupid in not loading Blond Boy. It’s getting late. The porn guys take a break. I move back towards the platform. A familiar looking man, late 30’s and a furry dark blond chest is rocking his leather. His partner, very Italianate, tatted and slightly older is obviously looking for cock. I place the leather guy as a contestant in the Great Lakes leather scene. I move closer—and he goes down on me. A Black kid slides into the ass of the tattooed Italian. When my cocksucker comes up for air he tells me, his friend is a retired porn star. He tells me his porn name. I recognize it. (I don’t use it here as I didn’t have a chance to ask his permission.) I nod and force his head back down on my cock. “Get it good and wet, I want to be the next one up your friend’s ass.” I start taking charge in his mouth. I watch the Black kid fuck—or try to fuck—he’s having erection issues. He begins to rim Tatted Italian and that does the trick—he is hard in no time. Someone else is sucking on my cock sucker’s cock. We are a nice mass of five intertwined bodies on the corner of the stage. The Black kid finally pulls out. He doesn’t want to cum. My cocksucker shows my cock to his bud. Tatted Italian crawls over to suck me. He is hungry enough—but you know he wants it more in his ass. Without any prompt from me, he swivels around, taking the Leather Guy into his mouth and presenting his ass to me. I rim briefly—but am so ready to fuck. I slide in. I am greeted by a ripple of deep muscle ass. Yup, this is the butt I’ll breed. I begin pumping into him. The two friends pass poppers back and forth I am there. No, not quite. I fuck some more, pull out and taste his hole. Perfect. I push into him again and shoot rope after rope of cum into his hot ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All 2--Fucking to Shoot (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 3, 2022

"Squat on his face - make him eat your hole," I directed Trent. The boy-turned beast happily complied, straddling Ben's body with his leather boots and doing a deep squat until his asslips made contact with Ben's mouth. A gutteral moan vibrated through Ben's whole body. He shifted slightly (as much as was possible in his position) to get a better angle at Trent's musclehole. Trent just grinned and said, "Mmmmmmm- - - nice. Eat it Daddy!" His heavy stretched balls draped over Ben's chin, and his meat continued to fill out until i could see a thick, long vein pulsing along the top. "Want some lube?" i asked, staring intently at the huge holewrecker. "Yeah - sure," Trent answered, starting to lose his focus in the haze of sex. I grabbed the bottle of J-Lube and squeezed a glob into his palm. He slowly smeared it along the top of his cock (making the vein stand out even more!), and then gripping his meat from the base, he started lubing and stroking like a sexy pornstar. "I need to fuck!" Trent said, raising his body off Ben's slobbering mouth. He was a little unsteady, after squatting for so long, so i stood and reached out to steady him - placing my hands on his muscular lats. "Fuck! You're a fucking horse, man!" I said, complimenting Trent on his worked out bod. "Thanks," he answered. "I figure if you wanna fuck like a porn star - you better godamn look like one!" he laughed. I slapped his firm butt and rubbed my hand across his pumped pecs and abs. "I'd say you could fuck any porn star you want, stud! Trent stepped down off the plywood platform bed, his boots landing in two heavy thuds on the concrete floor. He immediately aimed his rock-hard cock for Ben's open gape. I climbed up on the bed and slid down behind Ben's head, resting his head in my crotch. I grabbed his ankles and pulled back, which in turn raised his gaping hole in line with Trent's dripping cock. "Fuck man! Fuckin' hot hole!" Trent said, staring at Ben's mancunT. Ben was speechless. I could see his face in the mirror, his eyes locked on the huge meat that was about to fuck him. I'm sure the heavy doses of meth were keeping him from talking, but the opening and closing of his wrecked hole said it all! Trent shoved two fingers - then three - into the slop bucket of an ass in front of him. Then four fingers. Then his whole hand! "Fuuuuccckkkk!" Trent drawled, his big cock bobbing up and down. "Fuck 'im!" I directed. "Breed 'im with that big Texas horsedick!" That's all it took - Trent leaned forward, making contact with the stretched foreskin on the head of his cock. I saw Ben take a deep breath, and then exhale, as Trent drove his meat in deep in one slow, deliberate thrusT!!! Trent took his time - slowly drawing his cock out (like a syringe) - and then leaning forward and letting his bodyweight drive his meat deep into Ben's hole until his clipped pubes made contact with Ben's asscheeks. I could feel Ben's body vibrate from the ecstasy he was feeling from being filled with dickmeat. I shifted my body to one side so that my cock was within reach of Ben's mouth, and he eagerly started sucking like he'd found a man's pacifier. Trent just continued his steady attack on Ben's greedy hole. "Hey - this lube's startin' to dry out - you got anymore?" Trent asked, trying to work up some spit to slicken his dick. I looked around for a water bottle, but couldn't find one within reach. Then, a nasty thought ran through my sleazy mind... I managed to climb out from under Ben's head, and took a standing position facing Trent. Aiming my cock in Trent's direction, I started to piss - a dark yellow stream hit Trent right between his pecs, and ran down his ripped abs, finally pooling on the base of his cock and Ben's wrecked hole. "Fuckin' A, man! That's some piggy shit - but it's workin'," he grinned. The warm, dark piss mixed with the dried lube, and instantly made it nice and superslick again. "Any chems in that?" Trent asked, picking up his pace of screwing Ben's brains out. "Yeah - from a few hours ago," I said. "But, I'd say it's pretty concentrated by now." Trent motioned me to step forward and opened his mouth, signaling he wanted to drink. I was only too happy to share the contenTs of my bladder with this hot stud/pig. I could feel his throat muscles contracting as i pissed down his throat. He didn't spill a drop! When i was finished, he backed off my cock, and shook his head. "Fuck - that tasted really nasty, man! Hope I get a buzz off it," Trent stated, followed by a deep belch. I stepped down off the bed and opened the door. The cool air felt good in the warm, sweaty, black room. i stood behind Trent and reached around to play with his hard, erect nipples. "Oh man - that's gonna make me cum!" he said. The harder i squeezed, the faster he fucked. Ben's body slid around the rubber sheet like a rag doll - he would try to grip the edges of the foam rubber mattress, but he was no match for the bull that was fucking him. When i noticed the lube starting to get sticky again, i would reach down and scoop some of the 'juice' off the rubber sheet and smear it on Trent's thick meat. Behind me, a crowd had started to form in the open door - about five guys all stroking their cocks and straining to get a good view of the action in the small room. "Gonna cum," Trent panted, his cock relentlessly pounding Ben's hole. Ben was totally relaxed - just letting the assault on his ass happen - happy to be full of dick and piss and chems...and soon, more cum. Suddenly, Trent's body stiffened. He raised his head to the ceiling and let out a loud wolf howl - "Ow, ow, owoooooooooo!!!" i looked down and could see the base of his cock pulsing - shooting load after load of thick poz cum into Ben's hole. Behind me, i heard the grunts of one of the onlookers, and when i turned to look, he was emptying his load into the twink kneeling in front of him. My slimy dick was slick with lube and Trent's sweat - sliding up and down on his broad, muscular back. (God, i luv communal sex!) Trent finally let his cock slide out of the sewer hole he'd just fucked - followed by a huge, sloppy fuck fart from Ben. Trent leaned forward and gave been a tongue deep kiss - "Thanks man! Your ass is fuckin' incredible!" "Oh no, thank you!" Ben replied, still in a stupor from the XXXtreme breeding he'd just had. "Anytime you want a hole to use," he said, sitting up and reaching to stroke Trent's softening dick. "You want the door open, or closed," i asked. "Closed, I guess," Ben answered. "I really need to get up and walk around - get some water." "Come on up to my room," i offered. "I've got water and gatorade. We could all use a break!" The three of us gathered our things, making sure we had our towels and keys, and headed out into the cool hallway. The crowd parted as we walked out, half-disappointed that the show was over. They stared as three hot pigs walked naked down the narrow hallway. i turned around before we turned the corner and said to the remaining guys, "Don't worry - we'll bring him back soon, ready for more!"

I was still high from a party I went to on Friday night, so I packed up my bag and headed to the bathhouse on Saturday around noon. Figured, even if there wasn't any action, I could get some sun on the roof deck. Checked into my room and got comfortable - fired up the glass pipe - blew some clouds - went to the bathroom with my douche bulb to make sure I was clean (even though I'd done a thorough cleanout before the party - and hadn't eaten anything since). Went back to the room. Popped a tab of X. Blew some more clouds. I was still wearing the heavy chrome cockring from the night before, but my dick was showing the effects of Miss Tina. Dug around in my bag, and found the pill bottle with the Viagra. Took a half pill. Kicked back and smoked a cigarette and gooned to the porn on the TV. Dug through my bag and found my 2" neoprene ballstretcher and pulled my balls through it. (Some guys don't like all this shit on their cock and balls - but I look at mine as 'equipment' - and anything I can do to draw attention to it is a bonus!) Enough of this shit. Time to walk around and see who's here. I snapped on my leather jock/codpiece and headed out the door. It was pretty quiet on the third floor. As I passed by the closed doors, I heard the occasional loud snoring from some guys sleeping off the previous night's excess. As I got toward the back of the floor, I saw the door open to the corner room. (I mention this, because the corner rooms are larger - usually with a double bed - and are usually rented by couple, or guys who want lots of company....) I slowed down, so I could get a look inside without actually stopping. The lights were off, but from the flickering of the TV, I could make out one guy on the bed - propped up on a pillow - smoking a cigarette, and staring blankly at the TV screen. I could tell he was trying not to look like he saw me, but his eyes shifted a couple of times toward the door opening. I continued on, checking out the rest of the closed doors, and fantasizing about what kind of trouble I might get into with the corner room guy. On my next circuit around, I was bolder - actually stopping in the doorway and staring at him. He had a nice body, probably mid-twenties, short blonde hair, clean-shaven, and I noticed four or five good-sized dildoes on the bed next to him. He had his towel draped over his cock, so I couldn't make a judgment on that score - - - yet. He finally turned his head and acknowledged me with a nod. I stepped a little ways into the room and said, "Hey man. Want some company?" He waved his cigarette, motioning me into the room. I sat down on the edge of he bed, introduced myself, and found out his name was Tyler. He and his boyfriend had checked in the night before, but around 5 am, the BF had left to go party with some friends at the 'other' bathhouse down the street. "So - you guys play around?" I asked, pulling my pack of smokes out of my jock waist band and lighting up. "Yeah - he gets kinda crazy when he parties - guess I do, too - but more guys are after him, 'cause he's got a real big dick..." Tyler said, lazily fondling his crotch under the ratty, white towel. "So - uh - I guess you like to get fucked?" I kept the conversation going. "Yeah - pretty much - 'specially when I party." "Yeah - I know what you mean," I answered. "Whatchu party with?" I asked. "T... G... X... K... - those are the main ones, I guess," he answered, propping himself up a little on the two poor excuses for pillows. "Man, I love 'T', " I said, letting him know I was cool with it. "Mind if I go get my shit, an' we can party together?" I asked. "Cool," he nodded, actually looking at me for the first time. "Just leave the door open." he added. I got up and headed back to my room, glad that I'd made some sorta connection. Out of habit, I checked to see if there were any open doors on the way back to the room. Nothing. I grabbed my pipe, a bag of t, lighter, j-lube, coupla dildoes, leather harness and armbands - threw it all in a black nylon gym bag, and headed back to Tyler's room. He was laying right where I left him - staring at the TV on the wooden platform - smoking another cigarette. I walked in and shut the door. He seemed a little surprised that I'd brought a whole bag o' shit. "Don't worry - I'm not movin' in - just thought I'd bring summa my stuff in case we wanted to play..." I explained. I pulled out my glass pipe and lighter and fired it up to get things going. He instinctively reached for his own and did the same. "You ever booty bump?" I asked. "Hell, yeah," he grinned, finally pulling off the tattered towel, and revealing his shrunken tina dick. He was wearing a leather cock-and-ball stretcher, chrome cockring, and had a 2 gauge PA through the head of his cock. (I love seein' a wasted party cock on a hot man - means he's fuckin' spun and needs to get his hole stretched - - - BAD!!!) I licked my little finger and slid it in the bag of t, pulling out a nice bump for my new friend. Tyler licked his lips and pulled his legs back exposing his shaved ass. "Push it out, pig," I ordered. I saw the pucker start to open as he controlled his breathing. When I could see the pink insides of his hole, I slid my finger in, feeling the warm folds of his rectum. "Ohhhhh yeeaaaahhhhhh!" Tyler moaned. "Fuckin' burn my hole up, man!" he said, throwing his head back and grinding his jaws together. I slowly traced the inside of his guts with my finger, making sure that the crystal was well distributed, and testing to see how easily he would open up. When I finally pulled my finger out, I first held it up to my nose to check for any hint of shit (I'm not into scat, guys). It passed the smell test, so I stuck it in my mouth and licked it clean. "Mmmmmm! Sweet hole, man!" I complimented him. "Tastes like you got some cum up there..." "Yeah - I guess I been fucked four or five times tonite," he admitted nonchalantly. "Cool!" I answered. "So, you like raw dick?" I asked. "Yeah - rubbers fuckin' give my hole a rash, man," he replied. "Plus, I like feelin' it run outta my ass," he said, smiling. (Mmmm - jackpot!!!) I squirted some j-lube on my fingers and inserted two in Tyler's hole. He raised his ass to meet me, signaling that he wanted to play. "God, that feels good!" Tyler raised his head up, staring at me. I was slowly twisting my fingers in his warm hole, alternating between two and three, and keeping him well-lubed. "Fuck! That's awesome, man!" he grinned, playing with his nipples. "Hey - wait a minute," he made me pause. He dug around and found a pill bottle, pulled out a little pink one, and downed it with some water. "What was that?" I asked. "X," he answered. "Haven't had any since we first got here - this'll really get me goin'!" he grinned again, flicking his tits with the tips of his thumbs. (Okay - we're in it for the long haul.... ) I played with his hole for what seemed like an hour, taking turns between my hands and a few medium-sized dildoes. We took a brief break for him to smoke some more t and we both had a cigarette (I skipped the t 'cause I wanted to fuck this hot ass!) "Man - you really know how to work my hole!" Tyler said, finding a pair of titclamps and attaching them to his hard nipples. "Ger hardly ever plays with my ass," he said, speaking of his boyfriend, Gerhardt. "He just wants to stick it in an' start fucking." "It's like you know what my ass needs," he said, stretching his legs and tugging on the chain attached to the titclamps. "Takes a good bottom to know how to play with your ass," I answered. "Trust me - I've had years of experience!" On our next break, Tyler sat up, crosslegged and groped my leather crotch. "So - wutcha got packed in there, Daddy?" he said, his eyes darting between my face and my crotch. "Open it 'n' see," I teased, leaning back against the black-painted wall. Slowly, he unsnapped the codpiece, tentatively reaching in and squeezing my semihard meat. "Pop! Pop!" went the two side snaps, and the codpiece lay on the thin, white sheets. "Fuck yeah, Daddy!!!" Tyler hissed, his eyes unable to move from my growing package. The Viagra was definitely doing its job - along with the restraint from smoking more t, and the thought of getting to fuck the young stud's tina hole! Tyler ran his hands along the shaft, tugged on the PA, gripped my cinched balls - just like a kid with a new toy! "Fuck, that's hot!" he said, encircling my cock and balls at the base and pulling my 'equipment' toward him. "God, I need to get fucked!" he said, staring directly into my eyes. I put one hand on the back of his head, and pulled his head down to my crotch. He caught on quickly, and soon my cock was buried deep in his warm mouth. "Mmmmm-hmmmm!" he moaned, swirling his tongue under the ridge of my cockhead, and forcing the PA to slide back and forth through the pierced flesh. "Good boy!" I growled. "Suck your daddy's fuckin' dick." A garbled 'Yes Sir' came from his throat. I could tell the chems were really kickin' in for him, as he turned into more and more of the bottom fuckwhore I wanted. Every now and then, he would come up for air, tears welling up in his deep blue eyes from gagging on my thick cock, but still begging for some sign of approval from his newfound Daddy. I shoved four fingers in his mouth, so he could taste his ass, and know who owned him for this moment. "Whaddaya want, pig?" I snarled at him. He just looked down at my rigid meat. "Ya want your Daddy to fuck ya? Ya want my big cock in your slimy, used cunt? Fuckin' tina whore! Fuckin' whorin' your ass out while your boyfriend's fuckin' some other cheap cunt across the street? How bad you want it, boy? Say it! Beg for my fuckin' cock, slut!" "Please, sir!" he panted. "Please.... I need your cock in my hole, bad! I need your Daddy cock, Sir! Please fuck me! Use my fuckin' hole! So fuckin' hungry! Need it bad!" he chattered away, tugging on my balls all the while. "Get on your fuckin' hands an' knees, boy!" I ordered, slapping his stubbled cheek with my spit-covered hand. He quickly turned around on the bed, pointing his bubble ass in my direction. While he wasn't looking, I quickly reached in my bag and pulled out the leather harness and armbands, and put them on. Then I dipped my finger in the plastic baggie of t and pushed it in his gaping hole. "Oh fuck!" Tyler moaned, realizing what I had just done. "Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, Sir! I wanna be your fuckin' chemwhore! Fuck my cunt with your big cock, Daddy! Fuck your boy's tinahole!!!" he rambled on in typical chemchatter. My dick did look damn good! Since I'm the one who's usually so fuckin' high on tina, I'd forgotten how nice a piece of meat I had! I knee-walked forward toward Tyler's gyrating ass, and slid my cock up and down between his muscled asscheeks. "Fuck!" was all he could muster. I slapped my dick on each cheek a coupla times to let him know what was coming. "Open up, boy!" I growled. "Show me that fuckin' hole! Show me how hungry that tina's gotcha! Show me how much you want my big dick!" With a combination of relaxing and pushing, his pucker started to open. I bent down and shoved my tongue in, and ate his fucking ass. It tasted like cum and lube - - - and the bitter taste of meth! Fuckin' sexy chemwhore, cunt! I positioned my PA inside the open pucker, and slowly leaned forward, watching as his fuckhole swallowed my fucktool. "Fuck, yes....fuck, yes....fuck, yes......fuck, yes - - - uh-huh - - -yeah - - - uh-huh," Tyler chanted into the pillow in front of him as I drilled his hole. The X made my cock tingle a little, and I'd had just emough t to keep me from cumming right away. I put both hands on Tyler's broad shoulders for leverage, and powerfucked his muscle butt for a good 15-20 minutes. "Fuck, man!" I said, panting. "I gotta take a break." We were both sweating (part from the exertion, and part from the drugs) like pigs. "Ya wanna go get some water," Tyler asked, holding up an empty plastic bottle. "Yeah, sure," I agreed, grabbing my own bottle out of my bag. We headed out the door into the cool hallway - him totally naked, and me in my harness and jock w/out the codpiece. My cock was still hangin' thick, and glistening with the lube from his ass. We turned a few heads on the way to the water fountain, so the crowd seemed to be picking up! We took turns slurping from the fountain several times, and finally filled our water bottles. On our way back to his room, I slid two fingers inside Tyler's ass, giving him a deep fingerfuck all the way back to the room. One, hot, musclefucker standing in one of the doorways gave us a long look, and gave me a nod of approval as we walked by. While Tyler fiddled with the key in the lock, I pulled my fingers out and sucked on them (facing the hairy, muscleguy). I got a big grin out of his serious face!

As soon as Tyler and I got in the room and shut the door, we pulled out our pipes and loaded 'em with a fresh rock. There were two clicks, followed by the hiss of butane as we rolled the bowls in the flames of our torches. With the new rocks, it didn't take long before the glass tube was filled with the thick white smoke that would fuel our next hour. I'd gotten my fill of fucking, and now I was hoping to get some action in my hole, as well! I put my pipe away after it had cooled, and waved the baggie for Tyler to see. "Bump?" I asked. He answered by laying back and pulling his ankles up toward his head. I wet my middle finger in my mouth, dipped it in the baggie, and carefully slid it into Tyler's slick hole. "Uh-huuuhhhhhhhh!" he moaned, as I rotated my finger inside him. When I was satisfied that the bump was dissolved, I waved the baggie again. "Do me, man," I said, handing the plastic bag to him. "Aw-righttttt!" he grinned, pulling himself back to a seated position. He copied me - licking his finger, dipping it in the bag, and carefully inserting it in my warm hole. There was a brief burn - followed by a spreading warmth, as the drug dissolved and started its way into my bloodstream. I stared at the ceiling and sighed, enjoying the feeling of Tyler's finger caressing my insides. Tyler swallowed my cock, while still fingering my hole. He dug deep, and found my prostate, sending twitches to my semihard cock. I was in that 'inbetween state,' - wanting to get my ass fucked, but still enjoying the effects of the Viagra. "Please fuck me one more time," he begged, pulling his fingers from my ass and squeezing my growing cock. "Okay," I agreed, "but open the door, an' see if we can get that guy at the end of the hall to join us!" Tyler got up and opened the door about two thirds. I shifted around on the bed, so that I could see the door opening. "Climb on top of me an' fuck yourself," I ordered. Tyler did as he was told, squatting down on my cock and gobbling it up with his hungry ass. "Oh yessssss!" he moaned, grinding his butt against my pelvis. He grabbed the center ring on my harness for balance, and started riding up and down on my dick, eyes closed, enjoying the fullness in his fuckhole. As if on cue, the hairy muscle guy from down the hall slowly walked by the doorway, stopping long enough to check us out - but then continuing on. Was he not interested? Or was he just trying to be subtle in his cruising? I decided to get a little verbal - both for Tyler's benefit, and the guy in the hall. "Yeah - fuck yourself. You like gettin' fucked by big dick, doncha?" I teased. "Uh-huh," Tyler muttered. "Fuckin' whore. Take all the dick you can get. How much more cock you gonna get today?" I went on. Tyler was catching on to my plan - "Fuck - as much as I can - if it's hard an' thick, I want it in my ass!" The guy was back - now standing part way in the room - listening to our sex talk - watching us fuck. I could see he was stroking himself underneath his white towel. As Tyler's body rose and fell on my cock, I motioned for the guy to come in with my left hand. He took a few steps further into the room, and let his towel drop to the floor. Damn, he was sexy! He had a sharply defined tanline which made your eyes go straight to his crotch - and, although the skin on his pelvis and butt was very white, his cock was a nice dark brown. He was wearing a red Oxball cockring, which made his cock and balls jut out from his body. His cock wasn't erect, yet, but it was already a thick piece of meat! Tyler finally noticed we had company, and he practically fell off my dick trying to turn around. Since the guy was already at the edge of the bed (the rooms are pretty small - even for a double), Tyler easily crawled over and took his cock in his mouth. I scooted back on the bed to give Tyler and the new guy more room. Tyler slobbered on his cock like a bitch in heat. "Fuck, yeah," the guy moaned, while Tyler gagged on the growing meat. I squirted some lube on my fingers and got up on my knees behind Tyler. Slowly, I worked three fingers in his warm hole - getting him ready for some fresh cock! I looked up to see the new guy watching me. "He loves to get fucked," I said, staring back at the new guy. He just nodded, while playing with his nipples. Tyler finally came up for air, looked up at the big guy, and said "Please fuck me!" He bent down, and practically picked Tyler up, turning him around so that his ass was facing the edge of the bed. He slapped his cock a coupla times on Tyler's crack, and then positioned himself at the hole. I heard Tyler take a deep breath and exhale, followed by a moan of ecstasy. "Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" he sighed, as the big cock filled his gut. I leaned back and enjoyed the live sex show, alternating between stroking my semihard dick and playing with my tingling hole. The longer they fucked, the hornier I got - and it didn't look like Tyler was going to share anytime soon. I slid off to one side - ostensibly to give them more room on the bed - and when they weren't looking, I gathered my things and slid out the door. Fortunately, I wasn't in one of my possessive moods, so leaving Tyler and his new 'friend' didn't bother me. It just meant I could go hunt for some fresh dickmeat. The X I'd taken when I first arrived was still doin' its thing, and the last booty bump in Tyler's room had really gotten my ass twitchin'. As I walked slowly back to my room, I enjoyed the sensation of the rear leather strap of the jock sliding against my hungry asslips - fuckin' sweet, man! A few guys passed me, as I fiddled with the key in my door - but no one really caught my eye. I slipped in the room, and shut the door - needing to empty my bag and arrange my party supplies. While I had some privacy, I decided to fire up the glass pipe for a quick smoke. Then I stashed the pipe and baggy in one of my boots and opened the door. I kicked back on the bed with a cigarette, and started flicking through the X-rated channels on the small TV. Finally found one that was playing some good leather and bareback action. I reached in the small can of Crisco and scooped out a small ball of the white grease, and then pumped several big globs of J-lube into my palm and mixed the two. The warm, greasy, slime felt good on my hole, as I massaged it deep inside, making a smacking/sucking sound as my ass opened and closed. (I love that feeling when you know your hole is super clean - and you're high as shit - and your ass is just begging to get fucked!) I reached over and grabbed my Jeff Stryker dildo (small for me) and slowly inserted it in my pulsing fuckhole. Even though it's not that big, it has a great texture to it, and the curve can really hit some of the right spots! I tore a paper towel sheet off the roll I'd brought with me, and wiped the greasy lube off my hands. Then, another paper towel to wipe the sweat and grease off my X-sensitive nipples. Digging through my bag, I found the heavy japclamps and, while pulling my nipples away from my body with the nipple piercing, I set the clamps deep on my tits. "Fuuuucccckkkkk!" I moaned, as the clamps sent a tingling sensation through my body. I sat up, letting my body weight bury the Jeff Stryker dildo deep in my rectum - God I need to get fucked! For several minutes, I tugged on the chain attached to the titclamps, while rocking back and forth on the dildo - the more I played, the piggier I felt! Finally, I stood up, letting the dildo fall out of my open hole - checked myself out in the wall-sized mirror (in my drug-fueled state, I thought I looked pretty hot in harness, armbands, jock, titclamps and biker's cap) - walked over and cracked open the door to the hallway. I got back on the bed and placed the Kris Lord dildo on the mattress close to the door. Then shoved Jeff Stryker back in to keep my hole open and happy. A few heads leaned in to check me out - but no takers. (I admit, if you're not into my kinda play, the scene can be a little off-putting...) Just when I was about to give up, this short Mexican guy leans in. He opens the door a little wider (letting in more light from the hallway) and stands there playing with himself under the towel. He had a thick, handlebar moustache and several tattoos on his forearms - kinda that construction worker/laborer look. I decided, since he was the only one who'd shown any interest, to put on a show. I worked the dildo all the way in - and then pulled it all the way out - showing him the length I was used to taking. He just stared - not giving me any hint as to whether he was interested, or not. I sat up and reached for the Kris Lord dildo, and liberally covered it with J-lube, before positioning it at the entrance to my hole. Again - no reaction from him. I took a deep breath, and as I exhaled, I pushed the thick, rubber cock all the way in. Finally - his mouth turned into a big, toothy grin. I laid back, and let the dildo slowly slide out onto the bed. He took another step into the room. I spread my legs further, and positioned the head of the dildo right at my hole. He took the hint - kneeling on the bed and grabbing the suction-cup base of the dildo. Slowly, he pressed the wide head against my sphincter, until it started to slide in. I moaned (for effect) - and he continued pushing, until the entire length was deep inside me. The more I moaned, the more aggressive he got with the dildo - and since both his hands were occupied, he couldn't keep the towel on for very long!!! When it fell off, I was amazed to see a HUGE, uncut cock standing hard and erect!!! I let him continue fucking me with the dildo, but I knew I wanted that big cock inside me! I finally sat up, grabbing his wrist, and pretended I needed a break - while at the same time reaching forward and grabbing his stiff pole. He threw his head back and moaned, as my greasy hand lubed his meat. I managed to scoot toward him, and pull him to me at the sae time, positioning his cock at my gaping hole. He looked down, surprised and said, "Condon, no?" I just shook my head and fed his cock into my hole. "Uunnnngggggghhhhhhhh!" he moaned, feeling my warm ass around his throbbing cock. "Fuck me!" I said, staring at him. (He understood that.) By now, his animal instincts had taken over, and I knew my hot ass felt better than any cunt he had waiting for him at home. He fucked like a bull, ramming his fat cock deep with every thrust. "Ungh! Ungh! Unnh! Uh!" I grunted each time his compact body slammed against mine. Every once in awhile, I would see a body in the doorway, checking out the hot leather guy getting his ass used (and hoping they'd be back to take a turn in my hungry hole!). It didn't take long before I felt warm cum filling my butt - the Mexican grunting and shaking as his cock shot a thick load inside! When he'd caught his breath, he slowly pulled out and stood up - a long string of jizz hanging from his softening meat. "Gracias!" I smiled at him, as he wrapped his towel back around his waist. "De nada," he answered, and walked out into the hallway. "Shit," I thought. Instead of being satisfied, the fuck had just made me hornier for more (or maybe it was the Tina....) I rolled over and dug the baggie of T out of my duffle, along with a short straw. Scooped a small bit of the powdered shit into the straw and snorted it up my nose. Then I heard the door shut! Shit! -I'd been busted! "Fuckin' meth pig!" I heard a voice say in the dark. I pinched the plastic locking strip together on the baggie and slid it under the corner of the mattress. Then I felt a warm hand on my ass - maybe this was gonna be okay, after all! I leaned forward on my elbows, thrusting my ass upward in the dark, hoping for the best. I heard the unscrewing of a popper bottle lid (my senses were on fire, because of the dark - and the drugs!). Then, a long intake of air, as the stranger sniffed the poppers. The cap was screwed back on. I felt his weight on the mattress, as he crawled between my legs. His cock found its way into the cleft of my asscheeks, and rubbed back and forth, letting me feel its thickness. "Ya ready, pig?" the voice asked - like I had any choice - or wanted one. "Fuck, yeah," I answered, hoarsely. Instead of poking around in the dark trying to find my opening, the stranger ran two fingers up and down my crack until he found the puckered ring. I pushed back a little - just to let him know how hungry I was. The two fingers slid in, rotating and spreading my ass open. "Uuunnnggghhhhhhhhh!" I moaned. "Pig," he answered. The two fingers were joined by a third, and I was in hog heaven! "You let 'im cum in ya - diduncha?" the stranger asked. "Uh- huh," I panted. "Good fuckin' pig," he replied. "Ya like gettin' bred, doncha?" the man in the dark went on. "Uh-huh," I grunted. "Uh-huh, WHAT, pig!" he growled, slapping my right cheek with his free hand. "YES SIR!" I answered, quickly getting into sub-mode. "That's better, pig," he said, resuming the twisting motion of his fingers in my hole. (The snort of Tina I had just done was really hitting me now, and my ass belonged to this guy!) I felt him knee-walk a little closer to my ass, and I spread my legs to give him room. His cock was rockhard now, and he lined it up with the fingers in my ass. His fingers slid out as his cock slid in - a guttural growl vibrated through his body as he sank his cockmeat into my warm hole. "Mmmmmmmm! Nice, cummy hole, pig," he whispered. "How many loads has Miss Tina made you take today?" he added, slowly pulling out a few inches, and then sinking in again. "I dunno, Sir," I replied. "A couple today - maybe five las' night." "Anybody you know?" he continued, getting used to the openness of my hole. "Las' night - yeah - was at a party with friends - fuck me good. Still horny - - - so showed up here - two strangers - - - 'n' you," I managed to get out, wanting to concentrate more on the feel of his cock, rather than try to count loads. "Fuckin' crystal gotchu hungry, huh? (Slammed his cock in.) Hungry, fuckin methwhore! (Slammed it in again.) Let ennybuddy FUCK your slimy hole! (Grabbed the back of my leather harness and started piledriving his cock in my hole!)," he tested me as he got to know me. "Fuck me, sir! Fuckin' breed my hole! It's your fuckin' hole, SIR!" I let him know I was into the dirty talk. "FUCKIN! (grunt) CUM!! (grunt) PIG!!! (grunt)" he yelled, really gettin' into it now. The sound of his thighs slapping my ass, and the slurp/suck sound as he pulled out was accentuated by being in total blackout. After a good ten to fifteen minutes, I felt the cock slide out. Had he cum? I didn't feel anything. He didn't moan like he was cumming. - - - Then I felt his mouth and tongue on my battered hole. His tongue was fucking inside me! His hands grabbed the fronts of my thighs, while he buried his face in my dripping hole. "Mmmmph! Mmmmmmph! Mmmmmph!" he grunted, as he tried to dig deeper inside to get some of the cum he'd stirred up while fucking. "Yeah, pig!" he said, briefly cumming up for air. "Fuckin' pigass full o' cum! Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph!" he was like a wildman! When he came up for air the next time, he shoved his cock back in my hole, and leaned forward so that his chest was on my back. I could feel his breath on my neck - smell the cum in his mouth - I turned my head around as far as I could, and he leaned further so that our mouths came together. I could taste the cum from my ass on his lips - big slippery gobs of it slid from his mouth to mine! Our tongues wrestled - and I felt his cock start to pulse - he was cumming inside me!!! "Mmmmmm," I moaned, our mouths still locked together. I collapsed on the mattress with him on top of me - him panting in my ear and on my neck. After he recovered, I felt him slide out of my ass, but he still laid on top of me. "You don't know who the fuck I am, do you?" he whispered in my ear. "Uh - no," I answered, starting to get nervous. I felt his weight leave me, and then I saw the lights dim up in the room. Shit! It was an old fuckbuddy of mine - blaine. "Fuck, man!" I said, surprised at who had just plowed my hole. "I didn't think you ever topped!" I went on. blaine and i had played together - but always as two bottoms who needed their holes filled. He didn't party, because of his job, but I had no idea he could fuck like that. "When I saw you gettin' fucked by that other guy, I couldn't help it - I wanted to see what your ass was like," he grinned. "But, I knew if you knew it was me, we'd never be able to do it - probably just sit and giggle..." he laughed. "Hell, man! You can fuck me like that anytime you want!" I grinned back, flipping over and digging my fingers in my hole to get some of his cum.

The more that James drilled my ass, the less interested I was in fucking Rob. Eventually, I lost my erection, and slid out of Rob's juicy hole. I was also needing a little "pick me up," so I leaned back and whispered to James, "Just stay here and play with his hole a little." I went over to the mattress and retrieved the glass pipe and torch and came back to the sling. There were a couple of guys standing in the doorway, but James' broad shoulders shielded Rob's mouth from view. The pipe still had quite a bit of "T" solidified in the bottom of the bowl. I heated it up over Rob's chest, and then held it for him while he took a deep drag off the pipe. Then, I walked over to the dark corner of the jail cell and did a hit myself. All that the guys in the doorway could see were puffs of thick, white smoke. Ryan and Brian joined me in the corner and did hits themselves. I felt a little buzz work its way through my body, and I headed back over to the sling after stashing the pipe away. James was teasing Rob's hole with his thick, mushroom head - and Rob's jaws were grinding uncontrollably from the drugs. "You wanna fuck 'im, doncha?" I said in a low voice to James. "You wanna rip his fuckin' boihole up?" "Yeah, man - he wants it bad!" James answered, pushing the flare of his cockhead past Rob's sphincter. Rob was going crazy, now! "Fuck me, man! Please! Fuck me! Rape my fuckin' hole!" Rob chattered. "Ya want this big, black, raw dick in your hole?" James teased, pulling out and sliding the beercan thick piece against Rob's shrivelled, Tina-dick. "Yessir! Fuck me raw, sir!" Rob begged, raising up in the sling and grabbing his asscheeks to pull them apart. James pressed the cockhead against the open rosebud, and pushed forward. Slowly, inch by inch, his fat cock entered Rob's hungry hole. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Rob panted, staring into James' eyes, letting him know how much he wanted the big, black cock. The X and T were really startin' to kick in - - - plus, I was feelin' a little dizzy - probably from lack of water. I pushed past the guys in the doorway, and headed straight for the drinking fountain. The cool air in the hallway and the cold water made me feel better. Since the shower was right around the corner, I headed that way for a quick rinse off. It felt good to get clean again - even as much as I enjoy being a sleazy pig! On the way back, I stopped at the drinking fountain for more water. Now that I was thinking clearly again, I decided to go back to the room and grab the water bottles for refilling. The clock by the stairs read 2 AM - I had four hours left! On the way back, I checked out the open doors, letting the guys get a good look at the spun pig that was trolling the halls. And before going back to the dungeon room, I stopped in my room and grabbed the bag of "T" that I'd been using and my titclamps. I was in hyperchemfuckdrive now! All of the guys were thankful for the bottled water, and we all took a little break to catch our breath. After finishing a cigarette, I wet my index finger, dipped it in the bag of "T" and raised my leg for a booty bump. I trusted the guys sitting on the bed, and I frankly didn't care if anybody saw me from the hallway. If they recognized what I was doing, they were probably cool with it. If they didn't know, they probably figured I was just fingering my hole. Then I passed the bag around for anyone else who wanted to parTake. As I enjoyed the burn from the bump, I reached for the japclamps and clamped them deep on my tits. The "X" had made my nipples (and the rest of my body) electric, and the pressure from the clamps sent pulses to my butt. James must have noticed a change in my demeanor, 'cause he slid toward me on the mattress and positioned himself so that he was sitting between my legs. His legs were under my knees and his calves were on either side of my hips. I just stared into his eyes, clicking my jaws and fingering my ass. He gave me a sexy grin, seeming to read my mind. His right hand pressed apart my buttcheeks, and I felt his thick thumb press into my used hole. As big and rough as he looked, James was surprisingly gentle and sensual when it came to sex. Not to say he couldn't amp up the energy, but he watched my every reaction as he worked my sensitive ass. The more I ground my ass toward him, the more aggressive he became. I could tell he was getting off on it too, because his cock looked like it was about to split out of its shiny, black skin. Every few minutes, he would remove his fingers from my ass and smear the lube on his meat, making it glisten even more in the dim light. Between the drugs and the expert handling of James, I lost track of what the others were doing - I mean I was aware of other people in the room, but the two of us were in our own little fuckscene. James had four fingers in me now - and I wanted to feel his fat cock. I arched my back, raising my butt off the mattress, and inched closer to him. His hand pulled out of my stretched hole, and I could here the slurping sound of him lubing his fuckpipe. I inched a little closer until I could feel the blunt head against my swollen asslips. "Yeah, baby...." James hissed. He held his dick in position, while I slowly slid toward him, my hole swallowing the bloated tool, inch, by thick, black inch. I was now cradled in his lap, completely impaled, and completely full!!! I pushed myself up with my hands until my lips were at his mouth - turned my head, and dug my tongue into his mouth for a deep, sensual kiss. His big arms reached around my back, and pulled me to him, completing the joining of our two bodies. As we kissed, I ground my ass in circles, enjoying the feel of his XXXtra thick meat widening my cumdump. In this mostly upright position, the chain from the titclamps was tugging down on my nipples, sending even more electrical sensations through my drugged body. I pulled back from the kiss, looked him in the eye, and said, "FUCK! Take my fuckin' hole, man! It's all yours, man! Take it!" James' lips kind of curled in a snear, as he laid me down on my back, his cock still firmly planted in my hole. He was surprisingly agile for such a big man, and he managed to reposition his legs so that he was now on his knees with my legs on his broad shoulders. "You like that raw dick up your hole, pig?" he said as more of a statement, than a question. "Yessir!" I responded. "Fuckin' bathhouse whore! How many cocks been up that hole tonight?" he said, pulling partway out, and then slamming back in me. "I dunno - ten - - - fifteen, maybe," I answered. "They all dump loads?" he growled, corkscrewing the massive cock around in my loose fuckchute. "Just six or seven," I panted, not really wanting to talk - just wanting to have him pound the shit out of my hole. "Fuckin' tweaker hole, huh? Like gettin' fucked up on Tina so's you can take big dick like this," he grunted, as he picked up his fucking pace. "Uh-huh," I grunted back. He let one leg slide off his shoulder, but kept the one closest to the wall elevated. I'm sure it was easier on him, but it also gave the small crowd that had gathered a better view of my ass getting reamed by the thick, veiny, fucktool. Each thrust that he gave felt like a jackhammer through my body. Each slap of his thighs on my sweaty buttcheeks reverberated in the dark room - and I could hear the carnal sounds of my other party fuckbuds as they wallowed in their own chemsex fuckscene. James slowed his fucking until he was almost still. I looked up and saw he was holding up his index finger. Even though the light was dim, I could see that it was covered in white powder. He had found my baggy of "T" somewhere on the bed!!! He gave me a look, as if to ask if it was okay. I smiled back, and mouthed the words, "F-U-C-K Y-E-A-H!" He pulled his cock out, and I felt the tingle - - - then the burn - - - as the "T" was deposited deep in my ass. He massaged it in good, trying to make sure that I got the maximum impact. And when he pulled his finger out, he slipped it in his mouth and wiped it along his gumline. "MMMMMmmmmmmmmmm...." came the guttural response. (I hadn't been sure if James partied at all, or whether he just like fucking guys who did.) The 'audience' had disbanded for now, so I reached around and grabbed my pipe. "You smoke?" I asked, holding it up for him to see. "Hell, yeah!" he grinned. "Thought you'd never ask." I wasn't sure how much was left in the bowl, but I figured there was at least enough for one more hit. He took the pipe and torch, and heated the bowl like a pro. A nice thick, white cloud filled the tube as he cleared his lungs and started to suck it in. He held it in for what seemed like an eternity, before leaning forward and shotgunning the smoke down my throat. James' fucking had really gotten my ass hungry, so I hoped he wasn't getting tired. To my delight, he started playing with my hole again. Two - then three - then four fingers went in. He didn't take as much time now - - - and I was lovin' it! He leaned forward and whispered loudly, "Brent told me you like havin' your whore ass fisted. That right, pig?" "Unnggh - huh!" was all I could get out, as I rocked back and forth on his hand. "You like a man's hand up your butt, pig?" he teased. I nodded, leaning back and locking my knees under my elbows so I could pull my legs back. He reached for the bottle of J-lube and squeezed some into his cupped hand, allowing it to flow into my gaping hole. It was still warm from when I'd mixed it earlier. I took a deep breath, trying to relax a bit, and get ready for a big stretch. James rotated his hand slowly, feeling where bone met muscle, and gauging the best hand position to enter my ass. I felt a hand grab my left ankle, relieving me from holding it up - - - it was Brent. "Grab his leg, man," Brent ordered, pulling in a guy who had just been standing next to the mattress and watching. I was thankful for the help - it allowed me to relax a little more, and focus on my hole. James was having trouble getting past the third knuckle, so I held up my hands, wrapping one around the other, and showed him how to force his hand to collapse. I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly - - - he was in!!! "Fuck!" I heard the stranger holding my right leg say, his eyes staring at James' wrist buried in my fuckslot. I held my arms above my head and stretched, enjoying the incredible fullness in my ass. I could feel James turning his hand inside me, feeling my insides, rubbing my prostate. A little piss leaked out of my cock everytime he pressed deeper. The warm fluid felt good on my abs - ran between my flexed pecs. "You like that, man?" I asked the stranger holding my right ankle. Still staring, he nodded. "You ever seen a man put his hand in another dude's ass?" I continued, enjoying showing off for this newbie. "Nah, man," he answered. " 's fuckin' hot!" "Damn, right!" I kept on. "Takes a REAL man t' take a fist!" Not only was I enjoying the sensation of James' fist in me, but I was gettin' off on the exhibition of my stretched hole. Two more guys had come in the room, and were checking out the action in the sling and the jail cell. I had no idea who was getting fucked, but I could hear the sounds of skin slapping skin, and mouths slurping on cock, all around me. James squirted a little more J-lube around his wrist and worked it in with his free fingers. He gave me a look to see if I was ready for him to pull out. I nodded. Took a deep breath - then exhaled as he started withdrawing his hand. He stopped at the knuckles, and slid back in. Then repeated, coming out a little further, letting me get used to the width. Finally, on about the sixth try, his hand slid out, only to be replaced quickly by his left hand. "Fffuuccccccckkkkkkkkk!" I moaned, winking at him to let him know I was okay, and just performing for the 'audience.' James' hands were big, but my sphincter had finally gotten used to the size. My hole was completely open now, and I was so getting off on the piginess caused by the chems and this hot fucking stud. "Yeah! Fuck that slut with your fist, man!" Brent coached from behind me. "Fuck it so it's nice 'n' loose! Fuckin' gapin' ass, man! Fuckin' cumwhore!" Brent continued. "Now - put your dick in 'im! Fuck that loose hole!" James pulled his hand out, and shoved his cock in. After the fisting, there was no resistance. I felt like my ass was hangin' outta my butt - couldn't close it - open for anything! "Sweet!" James hissed, ramming his stiff cock into the open tube that used to be my asshole. "Like a fuckin' loose cunt, man! Lookat those lips around my cock!" A few towels were dropping from the spectators, as they stroked their hardening dicks. James looked around and found one he liked. "Hey man - come git you summa this! Fuck this tweaked whore!" he ordered a guy with a nice, uncut piece. The guy took James' place between my legs, and sank his dick in my open hole. It was no where near the size of James' cock, but I didn't care - - - as long as I was gettin' fucked by a raw dick. My ass sounded fuckin' nasty, as the guy pumped in and out of my loose hole. You could hear it slurp and fart as the air was released from my gut. The guy couldn't hold back, and within a couple of minutes, he was dumping his load inside me. "Fuckin' A, man!" he panted. "That's the loosest hole I've ever fucked!" he said, pulling out his cum dripping cock and standing up. The guy who'd been standing next to him, was now stroking his hardening cock, and looking at James for permission to fuck me. James nodded, and the next guy took his place. At this point, I lost track of how many cocks fucked me, and how many loads I took. All I know was that I was getting fucked - or fisted - or booty-bumped for the next several hours! I found out later, that Brent had texted some more of his poz buddies to come down to the baths and 'fuck the tweaked guys in the dungeon room.' Between me and Ryan, we managed to keep the bumps moving around the room, and we all got our share of raw cock and poz cum. Around 5:30 am, the room had emptied out, and we all agreed that it was time to clean up and go home. I peeled off the leather jock and slid into my well-worn 501s without showering. The cockring and ball stretcher gave me an ample basket, even though my dick was shriveled to nothing - - - and the X and T was still making my skin tingle all over. I pulled on a black, ribbed tank over my sore tits, and enjoyed the sensation of the tight cotton on my chest. Still fuckin' charged for sex!!! I'm sure I looked like hell walking out into the daylight at 6 am, as a few guys were stopping by the baths on there way to work. I was tempted to stay - - - but I got in my car and drove home. When I got out of the car, my jeans were soaked with cum that had oozed out of my used fuckhole. I laid out by th epool and fucked myself with dildoes the rest of the day, until the T started to work itself out of my system, and I was finally able to cum. Fuck! I wish I could do that every week!

"Room 312 - Room 312 - Check out or renew - Check out or renew," came the voice over the intercom. "Fuck! Is it 6:00 already?" I asked, looking around for my phone. Ryan sat up, trying to shake himself out of his chemhaze. "You're gonna renew, aren't you?" he asked, looking afraid that he was gonna lose his fuckbuddy. "Fuck, yeah! I'm just gettin' started, buddy!" I gave him a quick kiss. "I might as well renew too. They'll be callin' my room shortly," he said, picking up his towel and keys. "Mind if I leave my shit here?" he asked, pointing to his leather bag. "Sure, man. You can't leave yet," I said, as we stood and caressed each other's chests. "Wait, I can't go downstairs like this," Ryan said, looking at his naked reflection in the mirror. "Sure you can," I answered, tossing him a black, cotton jockstrap to meet the rules about no public nudity. I stepped into my leather jock, feeding my cock and balls through the built-in cockring, and snapping the leather codpiece in place. "You sure this is okay?" he asked, adjusting his hefty meat in the cotton/elastic pouch. "Looks fuckin' hot to me," I said, straightening the rear straps so they framed his buttcheeks perfectly. "Besides, it's six in the morning. No one's gonna be here," I grinned. We headed down the two flights to the front desk - two hunky pigs in leather - lost in our own chem-fueled world - insulated from the outside world - in a temple designed to promote anonymous sex between infinite combinations of like-minded men. Trey, one of the regular staff, was working the desk. I always make it a point to get to know the staff. You never know when you may need their help to get you out of a bind. "Hey, stud!" I waved at him through the glass. "We need a coupla renewals," I said as I slid my key under the window. "Hey, man," Trey said with a genuine smile. "I shoulda known that was you up there. We don't get too many requests for that room during the week," he said, looking at me over the tops of his glasses. He pulled the safe deposit box out so I could get my wallet and charge another eight hours for the room. As I signed the credit card slip, Trey leaned forward and whispered through the grill, "Mmmmmmmm - looks like Daddy's gettin' some action!" I just smiled and slid the charge slip back through the window. He slid my key and a fresh towel back through, and I stepped aside for Ryan to renew. Trey gave Ryan the once over with his eyes, approving of what he saw. I'd played with Trey in the past, and we both kinda got into the same things. "Lemme grab a quick shower," I said, heading toward the large communal shower on the first floor. I know we were all dressed in our leathers, but I hadn't showered since arriving, and I was starting to smell a little ripe (even for my taste....). Ryan joined me - both of us slipping off our boots and socks, but leaving the rest of our leather gear on. I love the way a hot shower feels on my skin when I'm on "X." It's like little electrical charges going off all over your body with each spray of water. We helped dry each other off and then sat on the 'locker room-style' benches to put our boots back on. As we headed back up the stairs, the Hispanic guy that I'd seen earlier was heading down. He gave us both a long look, fondling what looked like a damn big dick under his towel. When we got to the landing, Ryan whispered in my ear, "That looks fun." "You read my mind," I whispered back, letting the back of my hand caress his hard nipple. "Hey - let's check out the maze," I motioned Ryan to follow me to the far corner on the second floor. The water from the shower had reconstituted the dried J-lube in my leather codpiece, and my cock felt great sliding around as we walked toward the maze. The Levitra was starting to kick in, and I could feel my fuck equipment filling the leather pouch. I looked back and saw that the black pouch on Ryan's jock was straining, too!!! We walked through the empty maze - Ryan close behind with his hands gripping my waist and his stuffed pouch pressed against my horny crack. Occasionally, I felt his warm, stubbled pecs rubbing against my back and his hot breath on my neck. The chems and the darkness made our bodies super-sensitive to each other, super-hot and super-piggy! When we got to the other end of the maze, I was happy to see that the section that held a sling was open. The flickering light from a XXX video reflected off the chains like some scene out of a porn flick. "God, I need to get fucked," Ryan whispered in my ear - his chin on my shoulder. "You want summa this?" I turned my head back to his, while grabbing his right hand and placing it on my codpiece. He squeezed the pouch, feeling my fully-erect cock for the first time. "Oh, Daddy!!!" he growled, grinding his own hard meat against my ass. Ryan instinctively backed up to the sling, laid back, and pulled his legs up in the air, resting his boots on the front chains. I unsnapped the codpiece, letting my throbbing cock fall out, already slick with lube. My fingers tested his hole and found it was still full of lube from our earlier play. I teased his hole with my PA, letting him get used to the "00" gauge piece of steel piercing the head of my cock. Ryan's hole opened easily, swallowing my thick eight-incher in one thrust. "Fuckin' God, man!!! My ass is on fire! Feels so fuckin' good!" he said in a husky voice, letting the motion of the sling impale himself on my cock. As much as I love getting fucked, the sight (and feel) of my cock breeding the sexy stud in the sling was "X"-ceptional! The Levitra had given me the rock-hard dick of a 20-something, and the reaction I was getting from Ryan made me feel like a horny satyr. The more we fucked, the louder we got; chains rattling, skin slapping on skin, grunts of two rutting pigs in an all-out fuckfest!!!! I don't know how much time passed (guess we were in one of those chem time-warps - - - lol!), but I realized we had attracted a small audience. There was a short, bald, white guy standing to my left; an older, out of shape, white guy with greasy white hair sitting on the bench against the wall; a young black, thug-type stroking an ass-ripper dick to my right ; and....the Hispanic guy we'd seen earlier, standing next to Ryan's head. He had his towel slung over his shoulder, and was wearing a black rubber bikini with the back cut out exposing a beautiful brown, muscular butt. His cock was stuffed horizontally in the skimpy rubber suit, leaving no doubt about its monster size! Ryan was groping the pouch with his left hand, and the Hispanic guy was playing with his nipple. Ryan motioned with his index finger for the guy to come closer. He bent down, and I saw he and Ryan whisper back and forth to each other. The guy straightened up, gave Ryan a thumbs up, and slid past the other bodies out to the hallway. Ryan gave me a 'time-out' signal, and I reluctantly pulled out of his steaming fuckhole. He lowered his legs, pulling himself up and out of the sling. Once standing, he deep-kissed me, and whispered, "Let's go." He threw an arm across my shoulders and we walked out into the bright light of the hallway. Halfway to the stairs, I stopped to re-snap my codpiece in place. (It was hanging by one snap between my ass and balls.) My cock was standing up straight, so I just fastened the two side snaps and let my PA poke out the top. "So - - - what's up?" I asked Ryan, curious to see what he was up to. "That guy we saw on the stairs? The guy in the rubber bikini?" he quizzed. I nodded. "He's into fisting!" Ryan rattled in frantic chemchatter. "I asked him if he wanted to come party with us!" Ryan said, pulling me up the stairs. "Said he was down with that! - - - Didju see the size of his cock? Fuckin' monstermeat, man! Hope that was okay?" Ryan finally said, realizing that he'd invited this guy to come play without even asking me. "Uh - yeah - uh, I'm just catchin' up here," I smiled, giving him a light kiss and groping his firm pouch. "I better go mix up some J-lube, if we're gonna fist. I was gettin' kinda low," I told him. (I always bring some extra J-lube powder to mix more, in case I happen to get real piggy - like tonite!) I opened the door to the room and picked up the supplies, as well as the two empty water bottles. "I'll get us some water, too," I said. "Great! And I'm gonna fix us a little treat!" he said, winking and giving me an evil grin. He picked up his leather bag and went back across to his room across the hall.