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After lockdown my sexlife went into overdrive. I've always had a lot of sex and mostly have a healthy relationship with it but there have been periods in my life when my demons take over. Last time this happened I quit my job to be a rent boy so I could have more sex. This time I reduced my days at work from 5 to 2 days, updated my grindr profile and joined Scruff, Nkp and BBBH and had sex with about 30 men that week. I was hooking up with guys all day and night on my 5 days off and even after work sometimes. I was having a tonne of fun at first but within a few months I lost my job and looked a wreck. I was recommended by a friend to go to a sex addiction group that was ironically on my street. There were about 10 people at the group and one of them was a recent and regular hook up. I will all him Dean, 40, white and a bit off rough trade and a fat 10 inch cock. We clocked each other but didn't let on that we were acquanted. As the Newbie the Team Leader asked me to introduce myself and anything that I would like to share. I'm not shy but I wasn't ready to bare all. When it was Dean's time to talk he spoke about a recent sex marathon with a guy and how it made him feel. That guy he was talking about was me and it was 3 days prior. My 8" cock was hard af so I was so grateful for my oversize trousers and bag on my lap. I lost concentration, all I could think about was Dean. At the end everyone chats casually, I told Dean that I resonate with his story and when noone was within hearing distance he asked if he could come over and bring a friend. Dean and his friend rang my doorbell 10 minutes after I had arrived. I wasn't expecting Dean's friend to be the straight Turkish 50 year old married to a woman man but I was so happy it was. I was only wearing a jockstrap when they arrived and they stripped down to theirs straight away. Adeel is 99.99% my type, his body is muscular with a touch of Dad bod and extremely hairy, only his balls are trimmed. His cock was 10" long like Dean's but it was much thicker and cut. We explore each other with our mouths, tounges and hands. Adeel has to go home to his wife after 4 hours but before he leaves the both double fuck me and the both breed their 3rd load in my ass. Dean stays till the night and leaves at sunrise. I was kind of expecting to possibly recognise someone as I've fucked a lot of people in my neighbourhood but I wasn't expecting hours of dirty sex with 2 hung tops. I was torn between success of a horny sex session and total failure on my first sex addiction meeting. Better luck next time next week I thought

Hi guys, I'm gonna write about myself on this blog - it's a turn on to share details about my sex life as well as pictures and art of myself etc, so that will be the main thing. But also if you want to get in touch send me a message, ask me anything and I'll enjoy answering. I'd love to have to answer questions and expose myself to strangers no matter who it was. So this first blog is an appeal for guys to get in touch and bring out the worst in me really. Max 24 UK x

My Playroom—March, 2024 The small group was the perfect way to end the week. On the next Monday, Muscle Ass let me know he was in town again for 5 days. My work gig, that was taking up evenings, was hugely in the way. He couldn’t meet during the day, so the only answer was a late night. We chose the Wednesday, in the middle of his time here, and the middle of my work schedule. Once again, I arranged it so he could arrive right at 9:30pm as I got home. But this time, as he had his drink to unwind, we couldn’t stop exchanging stories about all manner of things: how we came out; my long relationship and his divorce; what we loved about bathhouses…on and on. It was suddenly late. “Do we play?” he asked. I shrugged and we went downstairs. “I’d love to start with you on the fuck bench,” he told me. I shrugged and lost my robe. I climbed on and presented him with my ass to lick… His tongue feels incredible. But I am having a hard time relaxing with being on my knees. I pull them up a little, towards my head, which lowers my chest to the padded support. But now I can’t reach my dick. Well, not easily. And, fuck, I do love to stroke as a man’s tongue licks my crack and hole. I let him go for a bit. He is moaning in the back of his throat as he leaves me very wet. I think I hear him jerking himself as he licks every millimeter of my hairy crack and hole. Finally, I tell him I need to get up and stretch. “The sling,” I suggest. “Me or you?” “You.” My cock, now that I’m standing and looking at his hot ass, is very hard. I want to fuck. He hops in. I hand him his poppers and go to my knees. It’s my turn to lick and spit and open a hole with my tongue. He groans and at one point, reaches down and pulls his cheeks apart so I can go deeper. I am thoroughly lubed with coconut oil. I stand up and enter him. On the second try. Why can’t I master the angle to get into his ass, dammit? He holds up his hand for me to hold for a moment. Poppers are sniffed. I feel his ass relax before I sink the rest of the way inside. Another brief hold and I begin a slow fuck. It builds. Faster than I mean to—I just can’t help it. My hips are slamming into him. The sound of our rutting fills the small room. I pull out. He beckons me to bring my wet dick to his mouth. As if I would do anything else with his love of ATM. He cleans my cock, swallowing the great mix of ass jizz, precum and coconut oil. I go back, kneel and rim him some more—wanting all those flavors in my mouth, too. I fuck him again. Let him clean me again. This time, I bend to taste the juices on his tongue… * “Damn, you taste good.” I am in the sling. Muscle Ass is eating me out again. I am relaxed and my cock is rock hard as his tongue can’t seem to stay off me. I finally uncap the poppers I save for this moment. I take a long hit and the moment the cap is on I begin babbling: how good his mouth feels, not to forget my balls, to fuck me with his tongue, to spit on my hole and lick it up…it’s constant and only peters out as the fumes dissipate. Even without poppers, my mind is roaming and my dick is leaking. I come back to reality slowly. How long have I been in the sling? I know Muscle Ass doesn’t care, but I don’t want things to get one sided. I tell him I need to fuck him again. We trade places. I fuck him. And then go for the toys. I use a lube syringe to get his hole even slicker. The small butt plug goes in easily tonight. I turn it. I pound my fist on it. I pull it out, re-lube and work it in again. I switch to the five balls of ever-increasing size. He took the first two last time. The first goes in with ease. I work a little harder with the second. I try for the third. Nope. He tells me the third is pressing the first one, which is still in him, too deep. I go to my finger. The middle one. The pulse of his hole surrounding it makes my cock drool. I stand up. I make a better entry into him this time. I fuck him. Hard. My balls are telling me it’s time to unload and be done for tonight. I fuck. “Breed me,” he grunts out, through his haze of poppers. I fuck him harder. I am so close. I know a taste of his hole will send me over the edge. I pull out and kneel. I plaster my face into his used ass. It does the trick. I’m there. I stand up and realize I will not make it into him. I unload a massive amount of cum all over his balls, as if it were 1994 and I’d just ripped the condom off. I use some to smear on his cock and stroke it. Some I finger into his ass. For a moment I think he’s going to shoot. I think he does, too. And then, just like me, his wave of release ebbs. I work a little harder on his softening cock, but Muscle Ass tells me to stop. His hole is happy—that’s all that matters… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Happy Muscle Ass March 28, 2024

Grand Rapids—March, 2024 The man who organizes and hosts great group sex at his home, sent me a text. A top had suggested that he try a smaller number of guys. The host was aiming for three tops and two bottoms. Would I be interested in coming north to play? I would. He asked for me to bring the rimseat. I packed it and set off after an early dinner… I look at my phone as I park. The text tells me to just come in the house for the host is already taking dick. I go in. I can hear the Host moaning upstairs. I leave the rimseat on the dining room table (how appropriate!) and strip to my jock and boots. I tuck my lube in my waist band and go upstairs. At the top, to the right, is his bed—empty. To the left of the stairs is the sling room where, tonight, there is also a couch against one wall. The Host is grinding his petite ass down on a long dick. I can see nothing of the top but his long legs. Instinct takes over. I kneel and begin licking the balls of the top. The are awash with coconut oil and the Host’s ass juices. I grunt. The Host reaches behind him and rubs the freshly cropped hair on my head in welcome. And then he pulls off the dick. It slaps me on the chin before I dive for it and tongue him clean. “Now fuck him,” says the top, who I still can’t really see. I lube up and enter the Host for the first of many times that night. It’s an awkward angle, but still hot. His small ass is stretched and ready for dick. He takes me, squeezing down on me as I fuck. My legs are in a deep knee bend to fuck him. It can’t last long. I pull out and the Host suggests we move to the bed. I see the other top. He is a man I’ve not met before at these gatherings. He is tall and rangy, around my age, with only slightly receding dark hair. His dick is long and thin. And he can’t stop talking about my cock. “That thing is huge.” The moment we are on the bed, the two men begin licking me. The top is on my juicy cock and the Host is licking my balls. “You like the taste of his ass on my dick?” I grunt out. He groans his assent and keeps cleaning me up. The tall top finally comes up for air. “Let me see you fuck him. The Host goes to all fours and I plow into him. After a moment, the Host crawls on top of Tall Top, his knees on either side of his chest. Tall Top wraps his arms around him and holds him in place. I fuck him harder now. When I pull out, they both slobber over my cock. This makes Tall Top incredibly vocal. He pulls off my dick and fucks the Host roughly, calling him names and telling just what we are going to do to him tonight. And a younger, versatile cub, well known to me from our bigger sessions arrives. (Young Cub is truly vers—at the big groups he loves to fuck until he loads someone and then he’s all submissive bottom for the rest of the night.) He kneels and gives me head as the others continue to fuck. Soon everyone is taking turns sucking on everyone else. As Tall Top sucks Young Cub, I go behind him and begin to rim the new arrival. He bends, to let me in between his full ass cheeks. The Host lies on the bed, stroking to the two tops working over his friend. Then he takes over the cock sucking. I keep slurping at his hole. “Side by side. On all fours,” I bark out. Young Cub and the Host do just what I command. I push some coconut oil up Young Cub. Tall Top adds some to his own cock. He slides into the host just as my dick pops through Young Cub’s tight pucker. Young Cub gasps. “I never start with your cock. Shit!” But he is tonight. And taking it beautifully. I love side by side action. We fuck our respective bottoms in very different rhythms. The temperature in the room climbs. “Let’s switch.” We both pull out and move to the new man. I love that we both go to our knees and eat out the man that the other has just been fucking. Tall Top is every bit as piggish as I am. At the same time, we stand up and enter the other man. Fuck, they feel so different. Young Cub just starting the night of debauchery and the Host already wet and sloppy. We both plow into their asses relentlessly. We switch again. Tall Top flips the host onto his back and fucks him, panting hard. “Let’s go to the sling,” Young Cub whispers. We do. I eat his well fucked hole for a long time. As I stand, I can still see the fucking on the bed. This is a treat for me. I have fucked Young Cub many times, but he is always in demand at the bigger groups. It’s great to spend more time working his ass. “It’s odd,” he whispers to me at one point to. “I rarely get fucked when my dick’s still hard. It actually makes me even hornier.” My wet cock head has been teasing his hole as he says this. I push in. He groans as his hole flowers open. I fuck him long and hard. I take my wet dick to his mouth. He cleans me as best he can from the side of the sling. I go back and eat his ass. He is now wet. Really wet. I eat and spit and share some of his juices with him, leaning across his body to feed him. I fuck him again. This time standing still, but pushing the sling away from me and pulling it back to slap into my hips. Young Cub loves this. I eat his hole. When I stand up Latin Top, a young man with a shaved head and a regular here and at my bookstore, is standing next to us. He watches me fuck, stroking his long, thick cock. I ask if he wants a turn. He does, briefly, pounding away into Young Cub. Then the three of us go into the bedroom. The guys on the bed welcome us back. Five mouths are everywhere. Cocks are sucked. Asses are eaten. “Jeez,” says Tall Top. “Another big dick.” I come up from eating out the Host’s used hole. “It’s the Night of the Long Dicks...” (I didn’t know this would be a two part-er, but there is still so much to tell…so until next time!) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Night of the Long Dicks (Part One) March 24, 2024

My Playroom—February, 2024 He found me on BBRT. We quickly progressed to text. He was from out of state and working in Michigan. He wanted to be used hard. As we chatted, it became obvious we were a good fit. He loved the idea of my playroom over his hotel bed. He loved the blog and couldn’t wait to be in it. He chose his blog name himself: Muscle Ass. He arrived right on time for an evening of hard use… Muscle Ass is Italian and well built. His arms look huge. He wears a jock and a matching cloth harness. He is standing in the playroom, looking at the porn. He has forgotten a cock ring. I pull some out—and then find a soft latex one that GaryM left behind. He puts it on. “Now let me suck that cock…” I stand by the base of the sling so he can kneel on the padded part of the floor. He devours my dick. He’s good. I love the way he includes my balls. His tongue is restless, exploring every inch of my dick. I let out an appreciative moan. “I really want to taste your ass,” I finally tell him. Muscle Ass climbs up on the bench. He’s not lying. It is a thickly muscled butt. The kind you have to pull the cheeks apart. I do just that. And dig in. His hole is damp from the shower. His hole is responsive to my tongue. MA groans and his hole opens slightly. My tongue goes deeper. He is one of those men who self-lube and he is getting wetter by the minute. I slobber a ton of spit into him. I am stroking my cock with coconut oil. I spit one last time and stand up. I push. His hole is not a straight shot. But I sink into him. He is tight, but he quickly relaxes and his hole welcomes me in. I fuck, with slow, long strokes. I pull out. “Give it to me.” I walk around and he devours my cock. He groans around the thick shaft in his mouth, making my dick vibrate. I let him clean me up before I go back to his muscle ass. I kneel and eat his freshly fucked hole. I fuck again, still taking an extra moment to find the right angle to get into him. I fuck him hard…and send him up to the shower for a quick rinse. Once we’ve cleaned up, we move to the sling. I eat his freshly rinsed hole and fuck him hard. I see his hands constantly fondling the wrist restraints that hang from the chain above the D rings. I know he wants them on him. I pull out of his ass and bring my wet cock to his mouth. I fasten the first restraint on him as he sucks my dick. I pull out of his mouth, my wet cock swinging, as I fasten the second restraint. I go back and do the same for his ankles. He waits, expectantly. I just go to my knees and lick his ass. And fuck him. And give him his ass juices to taste once again. “You said you wanted to eat my ass?” I ask. He nods. Enthusiastically. We change places in the sling. I keep my legs on the chains at first. He digs into me. He likes my hole—and tells me so, telling me he loves how tight I am. He begins to rim me, trying to get as deep as I got into him. I take the stirrups, slip them down to my knees and then fasten them next to my head. This position lifts my ass up and gives him full access. He licks and spits. “Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you?” I tell him his tongue is great—and all I need. I lose track of time. He is right where he wants to be—so neither of us are bothered by it. I come back to reality and tell him I want to use the restraints. He assumes I will attach him to the sling, but instead I flatten out the bench to the table position. I add the mat on top. He sits and rolls onto his back. I hook the spreader bar between the ankle restraints. “Hold this.” He takes it. “Pull it to your chest.” He does and that muscle ass rolls up and into position. I lick and fuck him. When I pull out, I push the bar even closer to him, changing the angle slightly. I fuck him once more. Once I detach the bar, I grab the hogtie and at hook all four restraints to it. His eyes glaze as I push them down and fuck his ass once again… * We take a break, sitting on the bed. He is eyeing the rimseat. I pull it out. “Who’s under it first?” I ask. He wants to be. He gets under. And poppers up. I lower the seat and sit on his handsome face. As always, I am amazed at how different it feels—how my hole is so exposed to his probing tongue. I take a hit myself and watch the porn on the big screen television. His tongue is deep and his cock is rock hard—jutting out of the soft pouch of his jock. I let him work on me for a long time. I stand up and help him to his feet. “I want to fuck you once more before I eat your hole.” I instruct him to just lean in, chest to the sling. I fuck him. I pull out so just my head is still in his ass. I let go a couple of spurts of piss. Muscle Ass groans. I get under the rimseat. He sits. My tongue pokes into him. It’s not a lot of piss, but just a nice trickle into my mouth as I tongue him. The fuck has reactivated all his ass juices. It’s a heady concoction. My own cock begins to drool heavily as I slurp it all down. “I need to breed you,” I mumble. “Where?” “Sling!” He gets into the sling and finds the stirrups with ease. I kneel and lick his wet hole once more. I stand up and push in. “Give it to me,” he groans. It takes just a few strokes. It’s late and I need to explode. Just thinking that sends me off. A big load, spurted deep. I pant and grab the bars above the sling. Muscle Ass is squeezing down on me. Hard. He is jerking his own dick. “Don’t pull out…” I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. In another moment he shoots his cum all over his abs. He’s a massive shooter. His ass relaxes and I slide out. My hand swipes through his load. I smear it on his gaping pucker—and lick up the mix of his cum and mine, which is leaking from his ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Late Night with Muscle Ass March 20, 2024

To the legacy we leave behind. I’m at work. Today is Paul’s first official day on the building station, a station I’ve been training him on for the last two days. We’re throwing him into the deep end. We’re doing 80 tires—the maximum we can possibly do in a day. It’s been a very long time since anyone’s come out of training and done 80 tires on their first day. The people I’ve trained before? They haven’t done this yet. And honestly? I doubt my own ability to do it if I had just come out of training. But Paul? Paul is something else. He did it—easily. And in good time, too. Towards the end of the day, I looked over at Paul while I was doing my own work, and I noticed something. It was like… watching a complete replica of myself. Everything I’d taught him—all the pro tips, all the techniques, all the little tricks to become more efficient—he did them. Perfectly. It was surreal. Like looking into a mirror. And I thought to myself, What a machine this man is. And, in a way, What a machine I am. But then it hit me—this man, in the very near future, is going to surpass me. He’s going to be more efficient, faster, sharper. He’s going to be better than I am now. And that made me feel I don’t know— Sad. It took me a while to figure out why I felt this way. But I got there. I felt sad because it made me feel like I no longer mattered. Like his light was shining so brightly that my own light was starting to dim. Like, soon, no one would even see me. Of course, I know that’s not true. I know I’m still valuable. People still come to me for help, for advice. But still— That feeling lingered. Paul is an exceptional worker. People go to him now, too, asking for tips, looking for guidance. But I guess people still see me as the senior, the mentor, so my advice carries a bit more weight. For now. And yeah, I know I wrote yesterday about how proud I was—about how I fulfilled my duty as a mentor—and I meant it. I really did. But today? Seeing how far Paul has come, how much he’s grown? It hit a different nerve. A nerve I didn’t even know I had. And, in a way, I think that’s important. It reminded me that, at the end of the day, I’m still human. I realized I’d been comparing Paul and me on a one-dimensional scale. Measuring us based on work performance—speed, accuracy, efficiency. But people? We’re more complex than that. We exist in layers. And Paul and I? We bring different flavors to the factory. I’m cheeky. A boat rocker. I stir up trouble—just enough to make things interesting. I’m the guy who takes annual leave just to play a newly released game. The prankster. The mischief-maker. Paul? He’s grounded. Serious. All about the work. Getting it done. Doing it right. We’re different. But that doesn’t mean one of our lights shines brighter than the other—it just means they shine differently. And then, I thought about it on a deeper level—philosophically. I’m a builder. I built the stage Paul now stands on. He’s in the spotlight, performing, everyone’s eyes on him. But me? I’m behind the scenes. I built the damn stage. And I hope—I hope—that when people watch him shine, they’ll remember the stage he’s standing on. And maybe, just maybe, they’ll remember the builder who made it possible. I used to think I was okay being behind the scenes. But lately? Lately, I’ve felt this need—this urge—to be seen. To be recognized. And I think that’s where this feeling comes from—the sadness. The insecurity. The fear that when Paul’s in the spotlight, people will forget about me. Forget the builder. Forget the mentor. And that scares me. I guess what I’m really saying is— When I leave this company, I want to be remembered. Not just as a good worker. But as someone who brought flavor, personality, life—to this place. And I think— No, I hope— That’s the legacy I’ll leave behind.

To the students that surpass us as teachers. I’ve been training Paul for a while now at work, and today, I realized something profound. He’s exceeded me in a few of the stations. There are ten stations in total in the factory. I’m a jack-of-all-trades in all of them, mastering one—just one—that I’ve been doing for the past seven years. Since Paul started, less than three months ago, I’ve been training him on almost all the stations, and now, more than half of them? He’s surpassed me. His dedication, his hard work, his resilience—it’s all paid off. And that struck me today. He’s better than me. But the feeling that came over me wasn’t jealousy. It wasn’t envy. It was happiness. Pride. And that made me realize—I’ve done my job. You see these moments in movies, right? When the student surpasses the teacher. Maybe they go head-to-head in some epic battle, and the teacher falls—slow motion, music swelling—and yet, there’s always that faint smile on the teacher’s face And in some way, that’s me. But I’m not falling. I’m standing. Smiling. Because I’ve helped unlock Paul’s potential. I’ve lifted him up, even if that means he’s now standing higher than I am. And I feel at peace with that. I’m proud of him—proud of myself, too. That my weird, crazy teaching techniques worked, that he learned so quickly, that he trusted me enough to guide him. That matters. So now, he’s ahead of me, walking forward, on his own path. And I’m behind him, still smiling, watching him take those steps, knowing I helped carve out that road for him. I clap the dust off my hands, pat myself on the back for a job well done, and sit down—maybe in a rocking chair, maybe just in my head—and I think to myself: My friend, my job here is done.

To the stars that shine brightly at night. I have this image in my mind now—whenever I meet someone new, or even when I think about someone from my past. I picture myself, standing alone, looking up at the night sky, a sky full of stars. Each star? It’s a person. A moment. A memory. These stars—they represent the people I’ve met before, the relationships I’m holding onto now, and even those I haven’t met yet—the ones still waiting, out there, ready to fill the empty spaces. Some stars shine brightly, lighting up the sky, impossible to ignore. Others? They’re faint, distant, the remnants of my past. Stars that I still think about from time to time, but not as much as I used to. And then there are the ones that have already died out, their light still visible in my night sky, still echoing the moments, the lessons, the love, the heartbreak. They’re gone—but the light remains. And the most beautiful part? The constellations. Some of these stars—my friends, my family—they connect, forming patterns, lines, stories in the sky. They become my guiding lights, the ones I follow when I lose my way. When life feels heavy, when the fog rolls in and I can’t see what’s in front of me, I just look up, search for the constellations, and there they are—leading me forward. They’ll guide me out of the woods, out of the fog, to a clearing, an open field, where I can see the sky again— where clarity shines, as bright as the stars above.

I love going to the park and finding dirty trolls, homeless, fat guys, wasting looking, guys (the sleazier and uglier the better), fuck my hole and drop a load. I get off so much on having my ass full of their cum and going around the park till there's no one left. Then going online to fund more. The other day I went to the park and got 2 loads from 2 different guys who I swear were homeless. One had a huge black dick and the other small and uncut. Then found this big overweight guy and he made me start sucking his dick. I was bent over showing my ass to whoever was around. There were 3 guys who fucked me while my head was down on his dick. I never even saw them but they all dumped their loads in me. After they finished I turned around and lifted the fat guys stomach and put his dick in my ass. I felt like such a nasty whore with his belly resting on my back and his dick pushing in all the strangers cum. I then walked around a little more and this short fat ugly Mexican wanted to fuck me so I let him use my hole and dump his load in too. It started to die down a bit but I found a really old thin sick looking guy who was very timid. I went right up to him, dropped to my knees and sucked his fat dick got it real hard. He then turned me around and I let him dump his toxic load in me... it was so hot. After that it didn't look like anyone was left, so I came home, went online and found 2 tops that wanted to do an anonymous scene. I went over, stripped naked, put on a blindfold, and let them use me as their cumdump. Totally gets me off thinking they could be these total ugly fuckers that no one would ever let fuck them and I freely give my hole to them. I wish I knew of a place that had gloryholes in my area that I could anonymously put my ass on the hole and take all the loads people want to give me. Does anyone else get off on letting nasty trolls and dirty guys dump their loads in you? I'd love to hear more about it.

Grand Rapids—March, 2024 (Picking up where we left off…see the previous post) The moment I say it, coming up from licking the Host’s ass, Latin Top pulls him around by the hips and sinks his long dick into him. The Host groans out his pleasure. Tall Top slides into the Young Cub. I am still on my knees from rimming the Host. Latin Top’s ass is right there. Careful not to break his rhythm, I make my tongue connect with his hole on the back stroke. He grunts his approval, and even slows his fuck speed, bending a little to give me better access. I dig in, eating his hole and licking his balls, that are smashed up against the Host’s ass. I come up for air and he resumes fucking. Then he pulls his cock out of the Host and presents it to my eager mouth. I clean the juices off him. “Now you fuck him.” I stand up and do just that. His fingers caress my ass as I fuck. I fuck harder—and then pull out. He goes to his knees and cleans my dick just as eagerly as I did his. The Host pivots around and licks my balls at the same time. Partners are changed. I let Latin Top fuck the Young Cub on all fours. The Host worms his way under the cub so he can suck his dick at the same time. I fall into a 69 with the Tall Top… * Tall Top is back inside the Host. He lies there from where I left him and the Host is riding his wet cock. They are lost in their own world. Latin Top and I take Young Cub back to the sling. I go first. Rim and fuck and let the other top clean me up. Then he rims and fucks the cub and I clean him. It’s my turn to fuck. I go to my knees to eat out Young Cub’s juicy hole. He is making lube like crazy. Coconut oil is everywhere. Not to mention all that precum of ours. I groan as my tongue finds it all. I feel the movement beside me rather than see it. Latin Top has joined me on his knees. I move aside so he can have a taste. He moans just as deeply as he laps up the combined juices. He pulls out and pulls me towards him. We kiss. There is a mirror suspended from the ceiling. Young Cub watches us make out, sharing all the juices from his thoroughly fucked ass. “Fuck, that’s hot…” he whispers. We break the kiss and I go back in for more. This time, Latin Top holds me in place. I quite like the feel of his big hand on the back of my head as I slurp up more ass juice. But I need to catch a breath. I try to—and can’t. It is an interesting mix of panic and heightened excitement. Just as I am about to push away more forcefully, he lets me go and pulls me into another sloppy kiss… * We are back to fucking Young Cub in the sling. Whoever is not in his ass is standing to the side making the cub lick their dick clean. Suddenly, there is a gasp from the bedroom. Tall Top has just shot. We all want to be there. The Host lies, exhausted and panting, on one side of the bed. Latin Top is there first. He dives into the Host’s hole. I clean up Tall Top. Young Cub stands to the side jerking his cock. “Let me fuck him.” Latin Top moves aside. We all watch Young Cub pull the Host onto his knees. His slightly above average cock slides into the cummy hole. “You want more cum?” he grunts out. “Load me,” pants the Host. “Give it to me.” It takes no time at all. Young Cub shoots a load that just keeps on coming, making him shake. The moment he pulls out, two things happen. Latin Top bends Young Cub over and begins to fuck him ruthlessly. The Host pulls me down to lie on the bed—and he sits on my face. My tongue finds his puffy ass lips and parts them. Instantly, I get a drip of cum in my mouth. He pushes a little. Now it is a stream. A steady drip. My cock is rock hard as I eat the mix of two men’s seed from the Host’s hot ass. As much as I would like to watch Latin Top load Young Cub, I am right where I want to be. I hear the cum shot instead of see it. The Host rolls off my face. “Go eat some more.” He goes for Latin Top’s cock and clean him up and I dive into Young Cub’s slick ass crack. “Eat my load!” Latin Top rasps out. I taste it, but it’s deep with that long dick of his. I rear back and fuck in it instead. “Fuuuuuck…” moans Young Cub. “Churn that load,” from the Host, pulling off the spent dick in his mouth. I fuck. Hard. Fast. Ready to shoot. And I do. I gasp and hold on to his hips. I can’t move for a long time. The other three go downstairs. “Stay,” I whisper in the cub’s ear. He’s not going anywhere. I slide out and move down. I have truly churned the loads and my big flared cock head has dragged them out. I lick and swallow. My cock will not go down. I jerk it as I lick him out. And I suddenly think there is more. I take a hit of his poppers—and push inside. I spray more cum into his overused hole… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Night of the Long Dicks (A Cummy Conclusion) March 25, 2024

My Playroom—February, 2024 Tuesday, the day after our meet, Muscle Ass and I sent each other a lot of texts. He wanted to come back that night, as he was in Michigan for such a short time. I told him I had a rule about not playing with men more than once every two weeks. (It really is more like once a month, unless I bump into you at the bookstore.) We kept chatting. And we both got hornier. Finally, I gave in. I told him I knew I would be too tired after my evening of work to play that night, but I would consider playing late night on Wednesday. He jumped at it. I left work on the dot at 9:28pm and was home by the 9:30pm time on which we had agreed. I sent a text. He was on the main street, admiring the quaintness of my town, but in moments he was hanging his coat in my closet and making himself a drink. We chatted a little as I made tea. He went down to strip off and I ditched my clothes upstairs. I put on the jock that now smelt of his ass juices mixed with our cum… I stand by the base of the sling. He inhales deeply, reveling in the aromas of our play on Monday. I am hard. He is really good at taking me deep into his throat with no annoying teeth on me. He does it again, pulling off me, leaving me coated in his deep throat spit. I move aside and he hops in the sling. I wipe my cock down the crack of his ass, pushing some of the spittle into him. I kneel and drill into him, getting him good and wet. “I want to work on stretch tonight,” Muscle Ass tells me. I know he ultimately wants my hand. I find him tight and am silently skeptical. I pull his cheeks apart and spit one last time. I stand up. I find his hole, but his hand gesture helps me find the better angle. I slide in. He sighs and signals for me to wait as he inhales on his poppers. The moment the cap is on, he is ready. I can feel the relaxation of his ass—and I start to fuck. Slow and deep. He groans. I speed up. I am fucking hard now. I pull out abruptly and bring my wet cock to his mouth. He cranes over the side of the sling to clean me thoroughly. I go back to his ass and fuck him again. Once more he cleans me. The next time, I fuck him with just his spit left on my dick. When I pull out, I grab the smallest butt plug I own. He groans at the widest part that is not as thick as my dick. But it goes in. He sighs when it snaps into place. I let him clean my cock again while the toy keeps him stretched open. I go back. The toy comes out. I eat his coconut oil lubed hole again. I fuck him. I grab the egg headed dildo. I smear it with the oil. He loves the pressure of the toy, but holds up a hand to stop me before he gets to the full girth of the head. (and he wants my hand?) I replace the toy with my dick. One more round of ATM, before I suggest the bench. We move to the other station. The bench is back in its usual raised position to support his chest. He gets on it. His ass is spread naturally. I kneel and eat him out. Muscle Ass groans, watching it all in the mirror to the side. “It’s so hot to see it and feel it.” This makes me work even harder, getting my tongue into him as deeply as possible. I stand up and fuck. Muscle Ass groans. I pick up the speed. My hips are really slapping against his upturned ass. The sound of it fills the tiny room, making us even hornier, if possible. I pull out for more ATM. Now the mirror in front of the bench is doing it for him. He can see himself take my wet cock into his eager mouth. He cleans me, moaning about the taste of his hole. I go back for another fuck. Another cleaning. “I want to lick your ass.” I get in the sling. MA starts at the top of my hard dick, licking up the leaking precum. His tongue goes down the shaft. He does a tremendous cleaning of my balls, and only then continues the descent to reach my ass. I groan…and lose track of time. He fucks me with his tongue. He licks in and around my pucker. He remembers to come and kiss me so I can taste my hole on his tongue. This makes both of us want more. He goes back to his knees and begins it all again. A loud cum shot from the porn on the television brings me back to the real world. I tell him we should switch. He gets in the sling and I grab the speculum, where I should have started with the stretch play. He takes the cool metal easily now. I start to crank. Pausing once it’s wide enough to add my finger so I can play with his prostate. He groans. “Wider!” I do it. I keep cranking. Two fingers go in to fill him up. He moans. I keep cranking. I take a picture, at his request, for his Asspig profile. PIC Then I surprise him by sticking my dick inside, with the speculum in place. I fuck him, nice and slow. The metal is no longer cool. It is the temperature of his hot ass. I take a picture of me in him, too. PIC I reluctantly pull out and crank the speculum shut. I fuck him again. He is actually easier to get into. I grab the ball toy. Once again. he takes the first two, but stops me as I try for the third. The porn concludes. This means it is midnight. And I am feeling it. I go back to fucking, trying to give him a load. But I know I am trying too hard. I let him rim me a little more. Maybe I can jerk myself up to a load while he licks…but I am just too tired, between work and the late night on Monday with him. We both agree, an orgasm is not the marker of whether we had a good time or not. I lick his hole a bit more…and we call it a night… The original is here, with pictures of us: From My Side of the Sling: I Break My Rule with Muscle Ass March 22, 2024

Near Home—February, 2024 I came home from the bathhouse fully sated. Or so I thought. But when I awoke on Saturday, all I could think about was more sex. So, I worked around the house in the morning and had a light lunch. From past experience, I remembered that Saturday afternoons at the bookstore usually had quite a mix of men. Off I went… The parking lot is almost half full. As I grab my water bottle and tuck it into my coat pocket, three men leave the building, looking very pleased with themselves. They all get in different vehicles, and suddenly the lot seems to be a little sparse. I go in. The straight theatre is empty but for the guy who strokes his dick with a condom on it using his latex gloved hand. He is slumped in the corner, turning the cocksucker’s seat into a spot for a nap. I actually wake him up by closing the door. I sit. He strokes for a bit, before nodding off again. The video is good and I wait for the afternoon crowd to arrive. But they don’t. One man, clearly intent to just watch the video, comes in and sits way in front of me so I can’t see him take his dick out. I wait. I finally go next door to the gay theatre. There is one man here. A larger guy in his late 40’s. He is stroking to the very young twinks on the screen. I pull my cock out and sit across from him. He glances at me, but is much more interested in the young guys on the screen. We sit there for two long scenes of the video. Finally, I ask if he wants any help with his dick. To my surprise, he nods. I kneel in front of him. It’s a small cock, very red and wet. And ready to go. I get his load in under 30 seconds. He leaves. I go next door as the twinks are now being forced to act. No change here, except the man way down front has finished up and left. This time, the closing of the door does not disturb the sleep of latex guy. I stroke. I go for a piss. On the way to the restroom, I see a couple of men buy passes for the arcade. I think about doing the same, but I really hate how cramped it is in there. I go back to the gay theatre. The movie has changed. A good Skynmen flick. I stroke. The door opens. A handsome guy in his 30’s enters. I’m sure I’ve seen him here before. He has a great, very well kept, beard (reminding me of Jacob). He stands in the far corner from me, but in my line of sight. His hand goes into his open fly. And I remember. A few months ago, he had tried a number of mouths—and no one could get him off. I told him I’d do it right…and got his load. We chat. The video, the weather, the time I saw him here before. He remembers me. “I’m really glad you’re here.” He finally takes out his dick. “Would you suck me off again?” I get up and go to him. I kneel. His cock gets fully hard by my doing just that. I take him into my mouth. He’s above average, but still of a size where I can do all my tongue work. He sighs and holds on to my shoulders. I do every trick on him I know. “I love that you swallow…” he murmurs. I don’t have to work very long on him. His breathing changes. His cock explodes. It’s a young man’s big load. Thick and creamy. He let’s me clean him up. Every drop. “You can suck my dick any time you see me,” he grins as he zips up and leaves. I make one more tour. Nothing has changed. I cut my losses and call it a day… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Any Time You See Me" March 16, 2024

Grand Rapids—February, 2024 The stars finally aligned and Osvaldo and I were both available at the same time. This is the Latin young man I had met at a bathhouse—and where we have played each time we have met. He loves to video our fuck when we are locked in a room. This is also the man who hurt himself with a large toy and had a long recovery when we couldn’t play. We, of course, agreed to meet at our usual haunt in late February. We chose not to do a CumUnion night, and I think it proved to be a great choice. Neither of us have an issue with our playing with other people. I actively want him to get fucked and loaded for me. On this Friday, I got there a little before our meet time. As I was tossing my clothes in the locker, I got a text from him that stated his clean out was taking longer tonight. He’d be late. I told him not to hurry—after all, we both wanted the playground ready for play. I tucked my phone into my locker and shut the door. I was wearing my usual jock and boots, with a leather wrist band, and the bathhouse towel slung over my shoulder. My cock was already plumping and filling the jock pouch as I went up the steps to the various play areas… I take a tour to see if anything has changed. There is lots of porn playing everywhere. I find the medical exam table, the sling, and an uncomfortable looking fuck bench each in their own nook. Men are sitting and watching the various screens, towels on. There is one man, ass up on the bench. Down a couple of steps is the sauna and a large screen porn viewing area with theatre style seats. I sit there and stroke to very young European men on the screen. A handsome man in his late 40’s nods to me. He has a terrific chest from hard work at the gym. I nod back. He watches me stroke. Soon he moves near me and sits one seat away. In moments, he is on his knees and sucking my cock. A guy, coming out of the sauna. He stops and watches us. Eventually, the guy on my dick asks if I would come back to his room to fuck him. I tell him I have just arrived—I would love to do that a little later. He nods and goes into the sauna. Almost instantly, he come out with a slightly younger man who doesn’t bother to cover his slender and long, hard cock. Off they go to his room, but not before the built guy grabs a condom from the box near the stairs. I watch the movie. I stroll around the various areas. Near the medical table I stop and watch a man on his knees sucking the cock of another member. Finally, I head to the sauna. It is warm and welcoming, not blisteringly hot. A well-maintained man of my age is there. He is nude, sitting on his towel. I sit next to him on the higher bench. In moments, he is stroking my cock lightly. He bends and sucks it, before realizing the side angle is horrible. He moves to kneels on the seat below me. He has a great mouth—and I tell him so. The door opens. The young man with the long cock is back from being taken to the room. He takes the seat vacated by the man sucking my cock. He strokes. He reaches out and touches my balls, never getting in the way of the mouth. “He’s good, isn’t he?” he finally murmurs in my ear. I nod and gently nudge the more than willing cocksucker to suck my seat companion. He moves over and sucks the long, slender cock. The young man takes my cock in my hands and runs his fingers over the wetness left behind from the sucker. “Nice, Daddy. You’re even thicker than me.” This spurs the sucker to come back to me. I stroke the young man. He’s correct. We are the same length—I just have more girth. The door opens. Another man in his 60’s enters, looking very much like the guy on our dicks. He wastes no time kneeling on the bench and sucking the young man. I work the young man’s nipples and he has a hand on my balls. Surprisingly, he leans my way and kisses me. Briefly, but with incredible passion. I urge the men to switch cocks. They do. I vaguely wonder if they are partners, but am distracted by another kiss from the young man. Suddenly, the man who came in second, rears up and shoots a load on the floor of the sauna. He grabs his towel and leaves. The cocksucker who is left comes up for air. “Will you fuck me?” “Which?” I ask, glancing at my hung seat companion. “You go first,” the young man tells me. The sucker bends, taking the young man in his mouth again. I go to the rough wood floor of the sauna and eat out his plump ass. This makes the young man groan. “Get him wet, Daddy.” I do. Lots of spit, while I lube my cock. I stand up and my cock slaps his ass cheek. I push, slowly, inside. The sucker stops sucking and gasps out for me to go slow. I do. I am a snug fit in his meaty ass. They young man is smirking. “I should have opened him up…” I begin a slow fuck. The guy goes back to sucking. I am really enjoying this moment. I love watching my stroke push the guy forward, down on the cock he’s taking in his mouth. I pickup the tempo. He groans around the slender cock in his mouth. “Fuck him!” I do. Harder. Showing off a little, perhaps. “Your turn,” I pant. I pull out. Fuck. The guy hadn’t cleaned deep enough for me. I go off to wash up. When I’m back, the cocksucker is gone (to fix things, I hope) but the young man is still there. I sit next to him. He kisses me again—which leads to him sucking my cock. He is good. Even from the more awkward angle of sitting next to me and leaning down. “That’s a mouthful,” he gasps when he eventually pulls off me. I move around and take a turn sucking him. He is super long, but so slender he doesn’t choke me in the least. My hand reaches around and strokes his ass as I do it. He moves, allowing my finger to graze his tight pucker. I so want to eat his ass… The door opens. It is the first guy, with the gym-built chest. The young man was with him for such a short time, I expect him to leave, but his cock is still in my mouth. I pull off him. The guy with the great chest bends to suck the slender cock. I move around and lick GymBuiltChest’s open hole. The young man reaches down and pulls the full cheek’s apart so my tongue can go deeper. “Fuck him,” he tells me. GymBuiltChest groans around the cock in his mouth. It is definitely an affirmative. “I don’t have a condom,” I say bluntly. “Just fuck me,” GBC says, briefly pulling off the cock in front of him. I grease myself as I eat. I stand up and slide in. His ass is wet and inviting. He squeezes down as I inch my way in. He also stops sucking until he has my balls slapping against his ass. I fuck him slowly. He resumes sucking the long dick in front of him. I slap the guy’s ass. I love the way his ass responds, tightening down on me. The young man gets up. He kneels to the side. His eyes are riveted to my bare cock plowing into this guy. I wonder if he wants a turn, raw this time, but I don’t say anything. He strokes his cock as he watches me fuck. And suddenly he is out the door. “Let’s get out of the heat and back to my room.” I agree. We go downstairs. His room is right off the locker room. He shuts the door and he takes my cock in his mouth. It is a short suck. He’s all about his ass. He rummages in his bag and hands me a Magnum. What the fuck? He just took me raw. But I’m good and roll it down my cock. It’s a decent fuck, but after being in him raw, I don’t feel much. I really miss his wetness. He is blissfully unaware, jut feeling full, bent over, his gorgeous chest pressed to the mattress. Moments later, he pulls off me, thanks me and sends me away. I check my phone. Osvaldo is now 20 minutes away. I go back upstairs to the play area. I hear moans and slurping sounds. I follow the noise. The hot young man with the slender dick is on his knees. He is servicing three men who stand around him. He goes from one dick to the next. And the next. The guys make room for me to join them. By the next round, he includes me, murmuring “Look at Daddy’s big dick…” before he swallows me down… (Lots more to come. Osvaldo isn’t even here, yet…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse Fun, Part One: Waiting for Osvaldo March 12, 2024

Grand Rapids—February, 2024 (This picks up right where we left off with Part One…) The hot young man with the slender dick is on his knees. He is servicing three men who stand around him. He goes from one dick to the next. And the next. The guys make room for me to join them. By the next round, he includes me, murmuring “Look at Daddy’s big dick…” before he swallows me down. I groan as the young man’s lips hits my pubes, deep throating me effortlessly. I look at the other men waiting their turn to get back in his mouth. The guy to my left is an athletic looking guy in his early 40’s. Just as I’m making a mental note of this guy, he reaches out and guides the young man’s head to his short, but thick, cock. I watch the young man really open wide to take this guy. “Suck him good.” It’s the next guy in line to be serviced. He is likely mid-30’s, with a rather gangly body and a shaved head. He is in a jock with a nice hard cock jutting out from behind the folds of the pouch. The last guy is an older bear. He is very hairy with a short dick, that keeps dripping precum all the time. As I am standing next to him, my finger swipes across his dick and I bring it to my mouth, making him grin. The young man pivots again. In a matter of minutes, he works around the whole group. He stands. The athletic guy takes his place. All of us take turns in his mouth. When he stands, I go to my knees. I taste all four men. The Athletic Guy replaces me on his knees. He is determined to get the young man with the long thin cock off. I want him to breed Osvaldo. But the Athletic Guy wins. “I’m gonna shoot,” moans the young man. And he does. Athletic Guy swallows his load greedily. When he pulls off him, I bend to lick the last drop oozing from that long dick. The spent young man and the Athletic Guy go off. Shaved Head bends to suck on the Bear. I move around and kneel so I can lick Shaved Head’s hot ass as he blows the Bear. This excites the bigger guy almost as much as the mouth on his dick. “Lick his sweet ass, man,” he moans. I get him good and wet. He occasionally grinds back on my face as he sucks the dick. And Osvaldo arrives. He stands next to us, his hand kneading the front of his designer jock. I keep rimming for a moment before I stand. “Get on the fuck bench,” I tell him. Osvaldo is more than ready. He jumps up on it. They other two guys watch as I eat Osvaldo for the first of what will be countless times tonight. The Bear moves around and feeds Osvaldo his cock. Shaved Head stands next to me and murmurs “Eat his ass. That tongue is so good!” Osvaldo grunts something around the dick in his mouth. I stand up and fuck him. Faster and harder than I really mean too. He takes it. And loves it. Even pulling off the dick in my mouth to tell me to fuck him harder. The bench is not a good one. It’s hard and makes the bottom be at odd angles. Osvaldo asks to move to the sling as he’s really uncomfortable. We do. The Bear accompanies us. Now he just works Osvaldo’s nips as I eat his freshly fucked ass—and fuck it again. * We are in his room. He has a big double bed tonight. He is between my legs and filming himself sucking me. Then he props the phone up to his backpack and films himself sitting on my wet and leaking cock. I take a turn, holding the camera as I fuck him from behind. Then he films me eating his ass. Finally, I tell him I need to not be thinking about the filming but the fucking. I open the door and fuck him bent over the bed. Three or four men stop at different times to watch us rut, but no one is brave enough to come inside. We decide to go up to the medical exam table where we have had luck before with men using his him—not just watching us. It’s a dark corner of the bathhouse—and it does the trick. The moment he bends over the table and I begin eating out his freshly fucked hole a man arrives and sticks a dick in his mouth. This is my cue to stand up and fuck. The guy, a thick daddy around my age, is turned on by this. He has to pull out of Osvaldo’s mouth to keep from cumming. “You want to put that load in his ass?” The guy can’t believe his luck. I pull out and he comes over. His cock disappears in between Osvaldo’s butt cheeks. I move around and Osvaldo cleans my cock. “Holy fuck…” the guy is moaning. And shooting into Osvaldo. I move around. He refuses my offer to clean his dick. But he stays long enough to see me sink my cock into Osvaldo’s now cummy hole. I love the new slickness. I fuck him. And make him clean the excess cum off my cock. Another man, younger and thinner, arrives. He only uses Osvaldo’s mouth. But he loves watching me fuck while he gets head. He saves his load. An older guy comes in. He watches. The sight of our fuck gets him hard. He let’s Osvaldo suck him. I keep fucking Osvaldo’s cummy ass. We break and go our separate ways. Osvaldo knows that some men won’t fuck him in front of me. He goes off to his room and leaves the door open while he is ass up on the bed. I go to the sling. The man who was on the bench when I first arrived is now in the sling. He’s in his 40’s and in good shape, with a lush head of dark hair. His ass looks even hotter cradled by the leather of the sling than it did on the bench. I go over and eat his butt. “Can you taste the load?” he murmurs. Honestly, I can’t. But it makes me work even harder on his slightly puffy hole. Finally, I stand up to fuck. I slide into him. My cock head feels the warmth—the guy, whoever he was, shot deep. I idly wonder if the hot young man with the long, slender dick had a second load in his nuts. I fuck. And fuck. Until the guy asks for a break. Osvaldo arrives, just as he is getting out of the sling. “I have a load, Daddy,” he announces. He hops in the sling. I can taste this one. It’s dribbling out of him. I lick it up and push it back in. The dark-haired guy hasn’t gone anywhere. He is watching me do to Oswaldo what I just did to him. I stand up and fuck. The dark-haired guy’s eyes are riveted to my cock as it saws in and out. He drops his towel. He is now hard. He moves closer. Osvaldo cranes around so he can suck the guy’s cock. I pick up the pace. I am slamming into Osvaldo’s ass. “I’m gonna shoot. Let me load him for you…” I step back. The dark-haired guy moves quickly and plunges his average cock into Osvaldo. He is just in time. He groans and unloads, his whole body shaking as his cock spews out cum. He slowly pulls out. He lets me lick up a drop that is oozing out of him. He moves to let Osvaldo do the real cleaning as I kneel and felch his load. I am so hungry for it; I swallow it down. I stand up and slide inside. There is so much semen in his ass now. I fuck—and suddenly I am there, too, spewing my load into Osvaldo. He takes his mouth off the cock in front of him and turns to look at me. “Remember what you promised…” he blurts out. I just nod. I am breathless and can’t begin to put words together. I rock in place, moving my cock slightly, reveling in the feel of yet another load in him. My plumbing connects. I hold still and begin to piss. Osvaldo’s eyes get big. He can feel the heat and the weight. Last time I pissed his hole here he ran to the shower and filmed himself squirting it out. Tonight, I have other plans. I let my bladder empty. I pull out gingerly, keeping it all in his ass. I kneel. Osvaldo groans. He knows what I want. He sends a spurt of piss, mixed with all that cum, into my mouth. And another. And yet one more…making my cock drool the remnants of my load onto the floor… * Osvaldo texted me later. He still had a ton of piss in him after I stopped drinking. He filmed it again—another geyser erupting out of his hole. He stayed on after I left—and took at least three more loads… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse Fun, Part Two: "Let Me Load Him For You" March 14, 2024

Near Home—February, 2024 Braydon, the cub who loves to share his hole, wanted to meet. We couldn’t decide whether to use the playroom or hope for some willing men at the bookstore. Our love of sharing his hole won. We met at the bookstore, in the straight theatre, around 2pm… I am sitting against the wall. Opposite me is a man stroking to the porn. He has pulled his cock low, so he is jerking, with his cock pointing to the floor, so I can’t see it. A man sits next to him and offers to help. He does, but somehow makes the guy getting the hand job upset. He pulls his cock out of the helper’s hand and hides it away under his shirt tail. Braydon arrives. I know he got here before me. I hope he’s had some fun—it would be so hot to fuck his cum loaded ass. He greets me with a smile and promptly goes to his knees. He takes my cock deep into his mouth and throat. I murmur my approval. The guy who was stroking looks daggers at me across the aisle. I want to tell him Braydon will be happy to suck him, too, but I don’t. I just let Braydon’s mouth make me feel really good. Braydon pulls off me. “I want to lick your ass again,” he whispers. “But over there—” gesturing to the wall that separates the two theatres. I pull myself together and we leave. We are alone in the gay theatre. I undo my belt and let my pants drop around my boots. I leave the jock on. I actually cover my balls with the pouch, letting the hard shaft stick out at a crazy angle. Braydon does just what I want—he begins tonguing my balls through the fragrant fabric. He inhales every so often, moaning in the back of his throat. Finally, he pulls the fabric aside and begins to lick the hairy sack. He lifts my scrotum and tongues under them. Around them. Then way under them, down my perineum. He takes a deep breath and travels even farther down and, for the first time today, his tongue connects with my tight pucker. He groans and begins tonguing me, trying to open me up. I hunker down, giving him better access. I break out the poppers I brought, thinking this would happen. He eats me out for a very long time. Finally, he comes up for air: “Fuck me—that turns me on, so much…” He stands and kicks out of his jeans. He kneels, naked on the seat of one of the chairs. It’s my turn to eat ass. I dig in. His hole opens easily, but I can tell he certainly hasn’t been fucked today. I get his hole sloppy with all my saliva. In moments, I stand up and slide inside. Braydon groans. I do, too. I fuck him slowly, with deep, long strokes. I build quickly, knowing he can take it. And love it. My hips loudly slap on his full ass cheeks. I pull out and have him clean my dick. He does. Hungrily. I fuck him again. We decide to take a break and go our separate ways to see who we can find. He gets dressed and goes to the arcade and I go back into the straight theatre. There are quite a few men here, but none feel very playful. I stay and stroke awhile. I hear the door of the gay theatre open and close several times through the wall. Eventually, I head next door. I am surprised to find five or six men here. And not so surprised to find Braydon sucking a man’s dick. I watch them for a bit, stroking. A bald man sucks me. Braydon swivels slightly so he can watch. He’s not jealous—he’s delighted I have someone on me while he services another man. My guy’s knees go quickly from the hard floor. He gets up. Braydon moves from one dick to mine, pulling the other guy along. He stands and strokes to Braydon’s mouth, now on me. Braydon, bent over, not on his knees, moves back to the other guy. I unfasten Braydon’s pants and pull them down. The man in his mouth watches, wide-eyed, as I kneel and begin feasting on Braydon’s wet ass. Braydon grinds back on my face as he continues to suck the cock in his mouth. I stand up. I push into his slick hole. Men move closer to us. One sits next to me where he can stroke Braydon’s ass cheek as I fuck. Two others jerk themselves, but won’t get any closer. The man in his mouth loves the attention. He is getting close, I can tell. He pulls out and moves to me. “You want a turn up his ass?” Before he can answer, he shoots his load all over Braydon’s hip and the floor. I scoop some up. “I’m gonna fuck your cum into him.” I smear the load all over my dick. The guy can’t move away as he watches his load disappear into Braydon’s ass. It also excites the man caressing his ass cheek. I suddenly feel his finger joining my dick in Braydon’s now super wet hole. Surprisingly, it doesn’t annoy me, it rather excites me. I fuck Braydon harder. The squishing sound of me fucking in a loaded ass fills the room. Another man shoots his load, all over the floor. At the same moment, the man fingering Braydon while I fuck, finds my balls with his other hand… “Fuck!” And I shoot. It feels like a huge load. I blast into him again and again. I marinate in his hole for a long time. Eventually, I pull out. “Clean me up...” Braydon licks the combined loads clinging to my shaft, and around the flared head, while the man with the finger in his ass, pushes the escaping two cum loads, back into his ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fucking Braydon with an Audience March 10, 2024

It was late on a Friday night, the bars would only be open for an hour more. The bar I was at was pretty dead and there weren’t any prospects so I decided to walk down the street to another bar. As I was walking I noticed a guy a few years younger than me walking toward me. We made eyes at each other and we both turned to look back when we passed. We both stopped and walked back to meet up. “You just come from the bar up the street?” He asked me. “Yeah, it’s pretty dead there,” I said. “I was heading down the street to the other one.” “I just came from there,” he told me. “It’s pretty dead there too.” “Well that’s a bummer,” I said. “What were you looking for?” He asked me. “Oh ya know,” I replied, “just someone’s son to be balls deep in.” He laughed. I guess the alcohol was getting to me. “I’m someone’s son,” he said. “You wanna do something?” “I don’t really have a place we can go at the moment, I live pretty far away,” I told him. “Me too,” he said. “Here, follow me.” We walked down a cross street until we came to the entrance of a store that was in an alcove in a building. There was a box truck parked in front of it blocking the view and most of the street lights. Unless someone walked past, not likely at that hour, we wouldn’t be seen. He put his hand up to my head and we started kissing, grinding our crotches together. It felt like his cock was similar in size to mine. I wanted to check, so I unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. I knelt down and took his cock out of his underwear. It was about the same size as mine I noted as I took it in my mouth. He leaned back against the window in the alcove as I blew him. I did that for a few minutes before he stood me up and we switched places, him taking my cock in his mouth and sucking me off for about 5 minutes. It felt amazing, he definitely knew what he was doing. After a while he stood up. “Do you rim?” He asked me. “Hell yes I do,” I told him. He stood and switched places with me and leaned against the window, this time with his ass facing me. He pushed his jeans and underwear down to his thighs and jutted his ass out. I knelt down again, spread apart his cheeks, and gave a tentative lick causing him to jump in pleasure. Then I dove in an lapped away, his face pressed up against the glass as he moaned in pleasure. After a couple minutes he turned slightly to me. “Do you have a condom?” He asked. I stood up against his back, letting my cock rest in his crack. “No,” I told him. “Damn,” he said. “We could probably go to one of the bars and get one,” I told him. “Nah, that would kill the mood,” he replied. “Are you neg?” “Yeah, you?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said. “You can put it in if you want, I’m horny enough to take it raw.” I spit in to my hand and slicked up my cock, not believing my luck with this cute guy that was about to let me bareback him. I put the naked head of my cock to his hole and there just off the sidewalk out it public I slid balls deep into someone’s son. I heard him sigh as I reached around to grab his cock to jerk him off. I pulled out until just the head of my dick was in him and pushed back in, setting up a confident rhythm as I also worked his cock. I did that for a couple minutes, so turned on from being out in public with this hottie that my orgasm was rapidly approaching. “Do you want me to pull out when I cum?” I asked him. It wasn’t until a few strokes of my cock later I heard a soft “no.” I told him I was close and he said he was to, so I kept up my rhythm in his ass and on his cock, and a few moments later I bred this stranger I met less than 20 minutes ago. I heard him give a cry as he spewed his semen against the window as I jerked him to completion. I slowly pulled out of him and he turned around to face me, pulling up his underwear and jeans. Some of his cum got on my fingers so I brought it up to my mouth and licked it off. “You taste good,” I told him as I buttoned up my own pants. “That’s was hot.” “Thanks,” he said, “that’s the hottest sex I’ve had in a while. I’ve never had a guy I just met bareback me in public before.” “Thanks, that was hot for me as well,” I replied. He kissed me and said he better get home, and we walked off one way and I went the other. I was a couple blocks away when I realized I never got his name. God I love gay sex.

Most of those who’ve read my real life “enhanced” experiences may know that I’ve kept a “sex diary” since I was a teen-ager coming out in pre-AIDS New York City. This multi-part entry tells about the longest party weekend I’ve had in all my years back in 2006. I had started to tell this story on another now defunct site almost 10 years ago, but the notebook of my experiences from that time went missing when a friend borrowed the whole set and returned it with one book missing. He found the misplaced notebook just this month while doing a closet overhaul to relieve Corvid Cabin Fever. I will post it as I finish typing and editing, in several parts. P’TOWN PARTYING Part 1 I've always been a huge fan of Provincetown ever since my parents (knowingly!!) sent me there for two full weeks as a 19 year old back in 1982 (to the Pilgrim House, no less, which might as well have been an upscale bathhouse at the time – that part I actually DON’T think they were aware of!). So, why am I such a huge fan? Less attitude than Fire Island and lots of sex. My husband and I even spent five full months a year up there for six years in a row (May - October) and during that time I was one of the models for the 1992 "Joy of Gay Sex", and I wrote a few articles about how to cruise the dunes and the "dick dock" for Scott O'Hara's magazine "Steam". Well, that was the 90s... More recently, we don't get to spend too much time up there, but up until a few years ago there was always a time in August when my other half had to attend a Thursday through Sunday business conference near Boston, so our usual M.O. was to have us drive from NY to the conference center on Wednesday night, staying with my other half at the hotel overnight, and then when he left for his morning session on Thursday have me head to P'Town and check in by early afternoon - he'd take the ferry over after the conference on Sunday evening and we'd stay till the following weekend. This schedule gave me three nights and four days of playing around with his blessing - amazingly he's VERY vanilla despite our 30 years together, and he'd rather I did my major partying and kinkier playing when he's working or away... perfect for both of us. Though I have always been lucky enough to have a lot of really hot play sessions, they are seldom LONG as generally I have to work the next day and my other half prefers that I not stay out all night even if I get home at 5AM. So, this annual “free weekend” arrangement allowed a nice really long extended session for me. One year in particular was probably the best long session I've ever had. It’s certainly got the most entries on one weekend that I ever added to what I call my “sex diary” (if you ever wondered why I remember so many details of my experience, it helps that I write them down right after they’ve happened in a notebook I keep for my old age! I started them way back when I was a teenager). I had been chatting with a guy on-line that I'd been “e-introduced” to by mutual fuck buds. He lived year-round in P'Town, but he had not moved there as yet in the 90s when my hub and I were doing our 5 months a year there. This new bud and I had agreed I would meet him at his house at 3:30 that Thursday afternoon when I arrived in town. He was versatile also and we further agreed to make sure we were both totally cleaned out and popped a blue pill before meeting so we could get right down to chem sex... THURSDAY ARRIVAL AND PREGAME SHOW There was - unbelievably - no traffic that day, and I was checked just after 12 noon – I was lucky my room was actually ready, I was so early! I called my hubby’s hotel and left a message for him that I’d arrived safely. Anyone remember "The Ranch" in the center of town? Half guest house, half bath house - billed itself as a bunk house and was the leather men's place to stay - the second and third floor hallways were the same as any bathhouse and any time day or night you might happen on someone with the door open looking for some action. I had taken my Vitamin V and was all cleaned up and out, back from the communal showers and in my room with the door cracked puffing a little on the glass cock. A guy peeks around the door and asks to borrow some lube - he was actually someone who'd been at the Ranch the same time the last two years, so we'd played around some in prior vacations; he'd seen me coming out of the shower and knew I usually had good lube with me. Like me he was a well-toned blond, though not as hairy in the body as me (and yeah, about 20 years younger!) He looked at the pipe and said "I didn't know you partied! I've always wanted to but my boyfriend won't let me." I told him he didn't know that I partied because generally he was always here during the time when my partner was - and my husband doesn't do it and prefers I pnp when playing by myself. I told this Boston Fratboy to close the door over and come sit down. I asked if his boyfriend were waiting for him and he said he had a couple of minutes while his boyfriend futzed with the porn, but would I like to join them? I said I had a major hookup to go to at 3:30 though I'd come play for a few minutes, but first I was going to give him a taste of partying. I took a huge hit and shot-gunned him, which he said he'd done enough times with the green stuff back in college. He was amazed how smooth it was - I shot-gunned him a few more times, then he took a few big hits of his own - we put down the pipe for a minute or two of mutual ass rimming, then took a few more hits. He gave me a huge tongue kiss and headed back to his room to let his BF know I was going to play with them for a few minutes. I packed my bag for my upcoming long session, and then wandered down the hall in just my jock to the room those guys were in - which was one of the rooms with a sling set up. The BF was a white cub type in the sling, blindfolded, with a bottle of poppers he was huffing. I said "hey, don't get up" and he remembered me from past years and thanked me for coming down, hoping I could join them for a longer period later in the weekend. Fratboy got up from where he was rimming his BF and slid his condom-covered cock into the guy (I'd forgotten they played "safe", ugh). The blindfolded BF was sucking my cock with his head turned to the side, and Fratboy silently mouthed to me "fuck my ass... bare". I tell Bearcub I'm going to go rim Fratboy (which I did for a minute), then lubed him with my lube and slid in - easily! I remembered that the kid was mostly top, like me, and always had a hard time getting fucked. Well not after Miss T made his acquaintance! He was moaning like crazy but careful to say "yeah, rim my fucking ass" rather than what he really wanted to say. I fucked for a few minutes then pulled out, indicating my wrist for "time". I gave his BF a few minutes of oral on his short thick hairy tool, thanked them for the quickie and headed back to my room to get ready to leave. I took a piss, washed my dick, and went back to my room. Fratboy slipped in my door as I was putting on my shorts and sneakers. I raised my eyebrows and he whispered "he's got a vibrating plug up his hole, and I told him I had to piss. I was hoping I could get a couple of more hits from you before you go - and maybe later when he's asleep I could join you guys?" I smiled and shook my head affirmatively - another convert to chemsex! I lit up the pipe while he programmed his number into my cell and we shot-gunned back and forth... He said getting fucked had never been that easy and that he hoped my host friend would let him join the scene later. I told him I would definitely check with my buddy, and he should be ready and cleaned-out for the leather party, “and make sure your fingernails are clipped and filed down…” I also informed him it was an all-bareback party and guys who were poz – including me - would definitely be there and expecting to breed. He said he had no problem with that, so after one last puff he slipped out my door. Cooling and stowing my pipe, I waited for him to get back into his room before I closed my door behind me and locked it. THURSDAY AFTERNOON – LET THE GAMES BEGIN The guy I was meeting was named Jimmy and lived about a 5-minute walk away - ironically only two buildings away from the offices of the summer publication I used to write for! As I turned off Commercial Street, I saw him sitting on his covered front porch that was lifted above street level by about 10 stairs. He was hot - a really tanned white guy with longish blond-white hair and a handsome mischievous face with a bit of a five o'clock shadow. He didn't stand as I approached the porch but smiled and waved one hand - his profile had said he was 5'5" so I knew he wasn't at all what you'd call tall, but that doesn't concern me - hot is hot. I opened the gate he indicated and climbed the stairs to the front porch. There was a solid door at the top and rather than an open railing the porch had a solid wall up to waist height - when I opened the door I saw why he hadn't stood up. He was naked from the waist down other than his socks and his huge dick was hard and bobbing and dripping as he stroked it. I knew his profile and our mutual acquaintances had said he was hung, but sheeee-it this was one of the biggest cocks I'd played with and in the top ten for any white guy I’d encountered. At that moment I was a bit abashed - thank god for the few German genes mixed with my Irish... my cock is completely average in length, though thank god thicker than usual - still, this humongous piece on this obviously short guy had me jealous for a minute! Next to him there was a bong and what looked like a lit Bunsen burner, a can of maximum impact, some lube and a little black case. "Right on time, man, I like that..." he said. "Put your bag there, then sit down, then slide your shorts down so nobody walking by sees we're not wearing much here." I sat and he indicated the burner and bong cautioning me to keep it low below the level of the solid railing. Leaning to my left, I held the bong over the blue jet and with my left hand and watched the clouds start swirling within. I took a huge hit, and he told me "don't move!" as I felt him wrap a band around and then swab my right arm. With amazing ease, I felt the pin prick and warmth spreading from it, then he pulled away counting down from “10”. I exhaled the smoke I'd been holding, and at “1” he pulled the band and I coughed four times. Whoa... this guy knew his business... had to be the best point ever, and the easiest. If I thought I was horny before... jeez, I was an animal now. He stayed on his knees and began sucking licking and mouthing my cock while around it he said low enough that no one walking by could hear - "I pointed as soon as you turned the corner and I recognized you from your picture, and I had to get my mouth full of cock for a minute it got me so horny.” I was going wild and wanted some cock myself - we waited until there was no one passing by and he slid back into his seat, while I melted out of mine and between his legs. I was face to cock with that monster of his and started sucking and drooling all over it and his hot hairy balls. I lifted his legs a bit and got my tongue in his hot little hole while I felt his boy-butter covered fingers sliding into and lubing up my hole. I heard him spraying maximum impact into a cloth and he handed the cloth to me as he leaned down and whispered, “Stay on all fours but turn around and start impaling your hole on this cock... when you get in, sit up so it just looks like you are sitting on my lap.” Sucking the sprayed cloth, I turned around on hands and knees and backed my now very hungry hole up to that massive tool. It slid in amazing easily, showing how well the chems were doing their job. In a word it felt AMAZING, and unlike my usual M.O., I required no time to adjust. I got one leg under me while he held my hips and in a few more seconds I was sitting in his lap with that entire rod buried up inside my hairy blond butt. With our tank tops on and innocent smiles on our faces, we looked like a sweet gay couple just enjoying the afternoon, instead of two chem pigs, fucking in all-but-broad-daylight. I worked my butt muscles on his rod and he moaned, while I just rolled my eyes reveling in how damn good his huge cock felt in me. He leaned down to the burner and subtly got a hit from the bong. Leaning back and turning my head, we kissed and he shot-gunned his hit. The smoke wound up back in his mouth, and picking up a very fake cigarette he very obviously held it to his lips a second before breathing out our cloud of T. Then from below the porch there was a bang of a door which should have shocked me but didn't. A voice called up from below "I'm finished Mr. J... have a good weekend!" I looked down to the street to see the retreating back of a woman carrying some cleaning supplies in one hand and tossing a wave over her shoulder with the other. "What the fuck was that?" I asked with an obvious laugh, and he replied "my cleaning lady was running late today and I didn't want to wait to start our session, so that's why we've been fucking around out here on the porch." I just sat there for a second, still impaled on his huge piece and then starting laughing my head off. He said, “Let’s pull up our shorts and get inside and get the real fun started.” He turned off the burner, and put all his supplies in a wicker picnic basket as I pulled my shorts back on and got my bag. He opened the door and we crossed into the upper floor of the house quickly passing through what I think was the living room with a VERY extensive art collection. There also appeared to be a kitchen, small bedroom, and a bathroom on that level, but he hustled me quickly down a staircase. There was a small office at the bottom (with the door to the outside his cleaning lady had just used) and a locked door on the other side of the landing. Through the door was a huge room that was all play space - one of the best I'd ever seen. There was a sling, a rimseat, a weight bench, saint andrews cross, two mattresses and a couple of those wedge things covered in leather. The walls alternated between Vid Screens, mirrors and black pegboard with all sorts of toys and B&D equipment hanging or in metal cubes... there was a large bathroom that was mostly open to the space that looked more like a locker room bathroom than a home installation. Finally, on what would be the rear wall of the house, there was some kind of small alcove curtained off with black cloth. I smiled at him, nodding and saying "Nice... damn nice" then indicating the street and the office door over my shoulder I trailed off with "but... um". He laughed and said, "No man, the cleaning lady doesn't clean THIS room - only me." He hit a couple of switches and the screens lit - three screens of porn and one that was obviously a cam, split screened with us in the room on one side, and the logo for some cam site on the other. We stripped down completely this time and he opened the cam site pulling a few guys feeds onto the one screen while a small image of us remained for us to see ourselves. I took a good look at him (finally) as he got the bong ready for some hits. He WAS short, 5'5" might have been an exaggeration, but he was ripped and wiry with that huge cock and a sweet little butt - and covered with swirls of blond hair all over his chest, legs, arms, shoulders, ass and cock. We shared some huge hits as more guys "pinged" on the screen to watch us, and then he lay back in the sling and said "blow that chem-smoke up my fucking mancunt". Okay, so you don't have to ask me twice. Really, I catch on to these things rather well... All kidding aside, I got down on the pad under the sling, took a huge rip and sinking my lips onto that freakin’ gorgeous hole, pried him open with my tongue and breathed the cloud into that hole to the best of my practiced abilities. I totally LOVE rimming a man's hole and as usual it made my already hard dick ready to split open. "You've felt mine man, let me feel yours - give the viewers a show here". I stood up and sank my cock right into that fucking hot hole and proceeded to give him a major good pounding. I used the sling to its best advantage, at times pulling him to me, at other times hanging from the bars and rabbit fucking him, even pulling my legs up into the sling so he could suck my toes while I continued hanging from the bars and using my arms and the inertia from the movement to continue to pound into him. We had an awesome ride, until after a while his phone beeped. He asked me to hand him the phone, which I did, and he said "Good! He's right on time" (This guy definitely had something about punctuality - I never did find out what, but that sort of thing went on all weekend). "Who…?" I asked. He smirked, "My 'grocer' is here with a delivery for the weekend, we don't want to run out of Miss Tina, do we?" Vehemently shaking my head "NO", he smiled and said “I'll go let him in". And got up naked and hard and went across the hall. I sat on the weight bench watching the porn and the cam-guys for a minute then heard voices. Now, I'm a native New Yorker, and the fact is that I like hot guys of all races and nationalities - and I can indulge my desire for variety in New York very easily. Provincetown on the other hand, being a Massachusetts seashore resort, is another issue. Now don't get me wrong, I'm a white guy myself and it’s not like I don’t enjoy playing with other white guys, I just enjoy a varied diet when possible. Provincetown has gotten a bit more diverse over the years since I started going there, but is still pretty much white Bostonians and New Yorkers (which do have the Italian and Irish flavors) mixed in with the Quebecois from Montreal, and suburban gay New Englanders and East Coasters. So I was pleasantly surprised when a tall black man came through the door (seeming even taller in juxtaposition with my buddy) with a guy trailing him who looked like he was from one of the local Portuguese fishermen families. Lou, my buddy's 'candy-man' was a tall wiry black man with hair done back in tight cornrows and a tat coming up his neck. The guy with him - who went by the nickname "Vice" - was a stocky olive skinned guy with a huge chest, shoulders and biceps only a straight boy should have, as they were way out of proportion with the rest of him. Turns out I was right in that opinion. Jimmy introduced Lou - who in turn intro'd Vice to both of us. Lou said he hoped I didn't mind the company but he always came to Jimmy's place first on his delivery rounds so he could have a couple of hours to "chill" and get his rocks off before the busy evening delivery period in this gay mecca. He said Vice was one of his best bros, and Vice's "bitch girlfriend" was away taking summer courses and Vice wanted to get high and get his rocks off. Seems he'd never had head or anything from a "cocksucker" before, but when he found out that Lou got down with it and didn't have a problem, he figured he'd tag along and see if he could give it a shot. Okay, cool with me. Soaring as I was, I was up for pretty much anything, and frankly I love groups. Lou loaded up a big ole bong of his own from his bag, filled the base with something and then started pulling his clothes off - "come on, bro" he said to the hesitating Vice, who then proceeded to pull off his team logo shorts and wife beater. Lou was seriously defined with like 2% body fat, wiry with a nice sized piece (not as big as Jimmy's) and Vice was a fireplug of muscle with a bit of a beer gut for one so young, and an uncut piece that hung down over his balls nicely. He seemed like a satyr - really hairy from the waist down and almost no body hair from there up. Lou was a bit plumped already, but Vice was obviously a little intimidated and totally flaccid. Jimmy surreptitiously switched ONE of the porn vids to one that was bi with women in it along with the studs (sound down, thank god) and Lou fired up the magic cauldron and passed it around. As we breathed out our hits, Lou said to me "oh shit man, I forgot to ask - are you one of them ‘just tops’?" I smiled and said "no, I'm versatile - I like as much variety as I can get: sucking and getting sucked; fucking and getting fucked; rimming and getting rimmed... you get the picture." "Yeah, I'm down with that... so why don't you give this big black dealer dick a taste then man." I dropped to my knees and took that dick in one fell swoop. Vice muttered "Holy Shit" under his breath and Lou stopped and gave him the bong and said - why don't you sit down on the mattress there and take some hits and watch the scene so you can get used to it and get into it..." Then Jimmy said, "Are both you guys showered?" They both nodded. "Then watch this, Vice," he said as he pulled Lou and I toward the rimseat. He said to Lou, "we're both at your service... my New York bud here loves to fuckin’ toss salad till the cows come home." I got down on the matting and pulled myself under the rimseat while Jimmy pushed the leather pillow behind my neck. Lou took the glass cock back from Vice for a minute and gave me a huge shotgun, then returned the bong to Vice while Jimmy sprayed Maximum Impact into the bandanna, stuffed it into my mouth and against my nose and I inhaled deeply. Then Lou slowly sank his hot freakin’ butt over my face, settling himself into the rimseat while my brain exploded, and I went at his hole with my tongue like a madman. My rock-hard cock was swaying in the breeze for only a moment then I felt Jimmy's tight butt sinking down on me. "Yeah boy, fuck yourself on that cracker dick while you worship my big black cock boy". Sure enough, the sounds of dick being very eagerly sucked came from above my head. "Holy fuckin' shit... that’s fuckin crazy dude" was Vice's muttered comment. I heard the bubbling of the waterpipe as he took more and more hits. "shit, man... holy shit" he kept muttering in between. I was in fucking pig heaven, the only thing that could have made it better would have been a cock in my ass, which I was hoping wouldn't be too far off. After a while, Lou said to Vice... come over here man, and let these cocksuckers service you a bit too. Lou stood up, telling Jimmy to stay where he was... he took a huge rip from the pipe and knelt to shotgun it to me. Before he did I whispered "fuck my ass once I'm rimming him and Jimmy's sucking him". He nodded and passed me the hit. Then another whiff of the aroma filled bandanna and Vice was standing over me with his big hairy butt and yeah, I could smell from his legs he'd just showered (my one turn off is scat - too sensitive a nose). I heard Jimmy taking a hit, then Vice took another one and Lou pressed the newly sprayed bandanna to Vice's face and told him to breathe long and deep. While he did, Lou got one of the wedges and with Jimmy still sitting in my lap with my dick in his ass, Lou pushed the wedge under us. Lou then commanded Vice to sit down, and that straight hairy hole lowered itself to my waiting face. It was a work of art really, just a beautiful manhole. And as my tongue started its dance I found out he tasted REALLY good. And boy did he start to moan, especially when Jimmy started deep-throating him. Then finally I felt Lou’s hand around my butt and his finger pushed something small and sharp into me, and I realized he had booty bumped me. He muttered, "Fuck yeah man, enjoy the tweak..." and amazingly the next thing I felt was his goddamn tongue! Vice blurts out "Holy Fuck bro!" watching his friend munch another guys butt. I moaned as Lou rimmed me and the crystal started melting inside me. He pulled his tongue out, got up and sank his big dick right into my hole, sighing the whole way. Goddamn he felt good and I went even crazier on Vice's straight boy hole. "Oh shit, man, oh shit... this is so wrong... but wickie hot" (which he pronounced "hawt"). Lou threw me an awesome fuck, and I heard the bubbling as Vice took more and more hits off the water pipe, interspersed with him repeating "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck". "Yo man you ready to try some of this tight hole?" I heard Lou asking Vice. "Fuck yeah man!" was the response although when Vice stood he seemed a bit reluctant to take his hole away from my probing tongue. Lou came to stand over my head, while Vice got between my legs. As he was about to shove right in Lou stops him and says "Yo bro, a little courtesy here? You gotta’ wet down that mancunt before you fuck it..." Vice seemed ready to balk, but Lou said "Fuck dude, you watched me do it... bro you lick pussy and this is actually better. Just do it man..." He sprayed up the bandanna and shoved it in to Vice's face telling him to pull deep, he held it for a long time and Vice just whispered "aw that wickie hot..." again. Lou gave me the cloth and I breathed deep and then that tight black ass was heading my way again. Jimmy is still bouncing on my cock and says, "yeah man let me eat that big licorice stick...". Vice's tentative first licks started becoming downright enthusiastic and he and I both moaned as he did so. After a minute he pulled his face away and then that uncut linguica of his started into my willing hole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" was pretty much the only sound Vice could make as he started to slowly fuck, then really pound my hole. I forgot how "enthusiastic" the young could be! I think Lou, Jimmy and I knew Vice could not hold that pace for long, so Lou said to Jimmy, “slide off your buds cracker dick and sit down on this dealer cock – you can face away and suck your juices off his dick…” which, indeed Jimmy prepared to do. I missed being in that hot hole, but I was glad he was going to enjoy another cock other than mine, as I kind of felt like I unintentionally wound up monopolizing the scene and it was HIS scene after all! As Jimmy got himself positioned, Lou basically commanded Vice to jerk my cock while he fucked me and Jimmy got into place. I felt Vice tentatively wrap his hand around my tool and start to pull on me, gaining more confidence as he went on… Jimmy impaled his pighole on Lou and started riding like he’d joined the rodeo. Soon enough, Vice was bellowing and blowing a load up my hole, and Lou more quietly did the same for Jimmy, who never did get around to blowing me at that point. After a lot of heavy breathing, Lou said they had deliveries to make and they’d best be finishing up with us “for now” – which I found encouraging! We were all standing and shaking out our muscles and Vice asked if there was somewhere he could clean up a bit and piss, so Jimmy led him off to the bath. Lou just looked at me and smiled, put his finger to his lips in a “shush” motion, went to his jeans and handed me a small envelope. “That’s for a seriously good time man, on the house,” he whispered “I’ve been wanting to get that Portuguese homeboi into some more serious shit for a while and you guys just got him off to an excellent start… thanks. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around this weekend…” I thanked him and stuffed the envelope into a compartment in my bag, then used some wet ones to clean off a bit as Jimmy and Vice returned. “We need to do some business,” Jimmy said drawing Lou toward the door. “We’ll be in the office, you two chat amongst yourselves, or whatever else you choose to do…” Lou indicated the water pipe on the way out, so I picked it up and fired up the torch as Vice said, “Fuck that was freaky man – never had a BJ like that, never had a cunt as tight as your ass, and fuck – what your tongue was doing to my ass… wickie cool.” “Yeah,” I said, as I filled the torch with butane “sex on this can be pretty awesome – and with a dude too, cause there’s no expectation or bullshit like marriage or getting knocked up.” “You got that dude,” he said as I fired up the pipe and took a huge hit – I indicated my mouth and his to see if he wanted a shot gun hit, he looked a bit weirded-out, looked around and then leaned in. I fed him the smoke and we actually had a bit of a tongue duel as his prior inhibitions continued to ebb away from him. “So did you enjoy yourself today Vice?” I asked. “Yeah,” he replied, “freaky but wickie hot.” I handed him the glassware and the flame and he took the biggest rip I’d seen him do yet, put them down, and then grabbed my ass with both hands, and with a smirk pulled me in for a shotgun. Pleasantly surprised with his sudden aggressiveness, I put my arms around his neck and shoulders and wrapped one leg around his waist letting his now re-hardening cock to slide below my balls, through my crack and against my hole. “Lou was pretty certain he was coming back for more sometime later,” I said. “I sure hope you’re still cool with this and up for coming back too, I’d like to give you some more of what I gave you earlier…” “Yeah man? You really like gettin’ fucked a lot, don’tcha?” I looked at him for a second and said, “Yep. But don’t get me wrong dude, I like to fuck as much or even MORE than I like to get fucked. Shit, if you weren’t straight, I’d be all up in that freakin’ gorgeous ass of yours, but don’t worry, I respect limits…” He looked shocked for a second and then laughed. “Seriously, Vice, for me that’s one of the most awesome things about mansex – I get to try ALL the positions, from both directions. I did my share of pussy when I was younger, but for ME, it’s just not as exciting, and you sure can’t switch roles so to speak!” He chuckled again, shook his head and said “Man, I gotta’ give it up to you. You’re cool, very cool… yeah, I’ll prob’ly be back later with Lou and tap that ass again…” I dropped to one knee, took a quick suck on his rod and said “I look forward to it…” before I took his pole most of the way in and began a slow goodbye suck. He rifled my hair a bit, moaned a little, and then a minute or two later asked “You really think I have a nice looking ass?” Bingo! Licking around his head I answered, “oh yeah dude, SERIOUSLY nice…”. He started to get dressed then, as we heard Jimmy and Lou coming back from their “business” in the office. Before they left, Lou said that Jimmy told him I was staying at The Ranch and asked if I could invite him into the place before Saturday – seems the management didn’t want him just coming like the ice cream man to sell, which would be too obvious, BUT if he were invited in by a guest to play, and then just happened to meet some people whom he could help out, that would be okay. “Sure,” I told Lou and Vice, “I’ll likely be back there for a break tomorrow afternoon and early evening… if I’m not here, I’m there – room 21.” I also gave both of them my cell number. As he was about to leave, Lou turned and said “I suppose you two will be working the holes later?” and Jimmy replied in the affirmative. “Holes?” I asked when they’d gone. For an answer, Jimmy pulled aside the black curtain around the small alcove… “I have my own private Glory Holes,” Jimmy told me. What looked like a former coal chute or maybe a woodshed attached to the back of the house had been converted to Jimmy’s own private oral paradise. Seems he had a system of lights on the side of his house. If there was a green light shining instead of white, the hole was open… TWO green lights meant two holes were open. How this news got around to locals, I’m not quite sure, although the winters are REALLY long, grey and boring up there, so I guess anything like that would get around… I was intrigued by the whole concept to say the least.

As I stepped out the shower I got a text and I hurried to see if he's here. It was finally the day my crush was coming to fuck me. The smile fade away from my face when I read he had cancel on me. A million feelings came to mind but all of a sudden i felt so horny. I dried myself and hopped on grindr and updated my status. Within two minutes I received a message from an anonymous profile. It was a 7 inch uncut Latino who want to dump a load in me. I gave him the address and within 10 minutes he was buzzing my apartment. I let him in and drop to my knees and I had to show him my throat skills. I throat all 7 inches and he said he wanna fuck me so I hop on the bed and lay on my back. He slide his lubed dick in my pre lubed hole and he fucked me steady while staring in my eyes and I in his while moaning softly. A few minutes ater, I can feel his dick swelling in me and I know I was gonna be his cum dump so I grabbed him and he shove his 7 inch thick dick all the way in me and I can feel his throbbing dick so I clenched my hole and look him in the eyes and smile. After he left I put a buttplug to keep the cum from running out and I hopped on sniffies and I hit up one my fwb to come. Within a few I was on my knees with Alex 9 inch cut dick down my throat as he called me a good cock sucker. Alex bend me over the bed and shove all 9 inches of dick in me long stroking me and calling me dirty names. After what felt like an hour Alex slammed his 9 inch dick in me with all his might and I screamed but he held me down and I can feel his dick throbbing in me. He pulled out and I turn around and he demand I clean his dick which I comply. He thanked me and left and I insert on my buttplug. The little slut was awoken in me and he wanted more dick so I went on grindr and found a BBC daddy who was looking for a cum dump and within half hour he was over. He was 6 feet, 150lbs, muscular with the meanest looking face. I dropped to my knees and undid his pants. The most heaviest and beautiful dick flop out. He was 6 inches soft and I started sucking it. Soon after he grew to 11 inches and 5 inches thick. I was scared and he looked at me and reassured me he's going to be gentle. Big dick daddy lubed his dick and it look so beautiful glistening while I take out my buttplug and lube my ass. He put me in missionary and as he slides in me I whimper and he look at me and told me to take daddy big black dick because that's what submissive bitch was made for. As he gradually fuck his entire 11 inch dick in me he started long stroking and my already wet hole with 2 set of cum is making his dick wet and easier and he look at me and said "You have other n!$$as cum in here" and I nodded very slutty and that throw him off the edge. He started pound me and all I could do is hold on his arms and scream while he wreck my hole. His pounding last for about 15 minutes and all of a sudden he pulled out and my hole felt empty. He pulled me to my knees and shoved his dick in my mouth and I suck hungrily. He told me to keep sucking the other men cum off his dick and soon his dick start throbbing and I looked up and the most majestic man was moaning looking down at me while he fills my mouth with his load. He grabbed my jaws and squeeze it open and he spit in my mouth and said "Swllow my nut, slut"

Another member on this site recently asked if any of us had slammed at work, or at least pnp'd. I actually have a few times... never slammed at work, but have blown clouds/snorted at work and had sex at work at the same time. In my blog here, I've written up some of the times I had pnp experiences as both a performer and as a Realtor (usually in an empty house or client's house who pnp'd and gave permission) but I actually HAVE had sex and partied some in office situations over the years. During the Recession, both performing work and house sales were down, so from 2005-2010 I also managed buildings in NYC, the management company I worked for had its office in Riverdale in the Bronx, in what was originally the pool house and club of a multi-building development... the offices were right next to the pool and my personal office was in one corner of the structure down a long corridor and had both a door to the inside corridor of the building, AND its own door to the exterior into a small fenced in area adjacent to the pool with a latched gate door. My boss' older son was a college age kid who just finished his freshman year and was now serving as a lifeguard at the complex pool during his summer vacation. I was frequently the last person in the offices, as most left by 5:30 and some nights I was there until 7 or 8 or later by myself. The pool closed at 6pm, and if the boss wanted to leave early and I was staying, he'd ask me to bring the kid home to the burbs where we all lived. I had no idea up until this point that the kid was gay, let alone that he appreciated chemplay. I mean, come on, he was only a freshman - though I was pretty "advanced" at that age I seldom meet too many others who were (or are). One of the first times this occurred, Stefan came into my office closing the door behind him, still in his long red lifeguard board shorts and a sleeveless white cotton top - open to show his washboard - and flipflops showing his oversized bare feet. I knew the kid was hot - frankly, so was his dad, my boss, and the company actually had a reputation of hiring very attractive and fit male employees - but this went beyond. While running his hand up and down his treasure trail, he mentioned that I was "busted". Tearing my gaze away from the pretty sight, I asked "why"? He proceeded to tell me he found my profile on Nasty Kink Pigs and a PNP oriented site that was popular at the time. The pictures being obviously me, I couldn't deny it, and he described them to me perfectly. Intrigued, I asked what he was doing on those sites and did his father know he was gay? He replied that he found those websites that year at college when he really found and accepted himself, and no he hadn't come out to his parents yet. He said he certainly wouldn't say anything about my extracurricular activities to his father so long as he and I could "indulge" them sometimes on the evenings I was driving him home... I told him I was flattered, and wanted to know exactly which activities on those sites he wanted to indulge in, and would I be playing teacher or did he have experience? He smirked and replied that he was looking for the bareback chem sex experiences he learned to love that year at college that took him from a naive virgin to a "probably poz party boi"... I was, suffice to say, a bit stunned. Now, to be fair, in the summer of 2006 he wasn't the only one with a 6-pack, at 43 I was still doing some modelling and in really great shape, so it wasn't TOTALLY insane for a hot college freshman to come on to an older guy, but JEEZUS this came out of nowhere, and DAMN was it hot. He proceeded to tell me he knew exactly how to make sure we were never caught (and we never were...) since my office was originally intended to be accessible after hours by the pool staff, the inside door to the rest of the offices could not only be locked and bolted, but the outside door could be locked and the gate to the little inner fenced area (the fence was 8 feet tall and opaque) could also be locked and bolted... to gain access from outside, someone would have to ring a "doorbell" and from the inside, if anyone entered the office suite, an electronic "beep" sounded in my office. There were no security cameras in my office, or at my end of the hall, or in the fenced area - and I could turn on the burglar alarm and exclude my office until I (or we) left. Stefan had thought it all out. With those assurances, I agreed. That first time he had a little bit of his own stuff in his pool bag, and I ran out to my car and brought my play bag in - out came two pipes and the clouds started. I kept asking if he was sure, and he said he liked fantasizing that I was his coach... DAMNATION he was hitting all the right buttons. That night was mostly just oral (we both rinsed off and washed up in the small shower the little bathroom my personal office had) sucking and rimming mutually... he had a real swimmer's body, 6'4", trim, slightly out-sized shoulders, long thin floppy dick and nice muscular if not large ass, green eyes, tanned white skin, torso naturally almost hairless except the treasure trail but waist down hairy like a satyr or something... Our sessions eventually included fucking each other on my desk or the floor or on a pool lounge chair brought inside, with porn playing all but silently on my computer from my external hard drive, and always with us blowing clouds, booty-bumping, snorting or hot-railing. The first session where we fucked, I had him fuck me first - he was rock hard and his youth and relative inexperience showed in his impatience to get his raw tool in me resulting in some soreness for me that evening and the next day - but his skills improved over time and that long cock of his was quite the enjoyable after-work treat, along with the copious loads he would fill me with. That same evening, when it was my turn to fuck him, I kept reminding him that I was poz, and was he SURE he wanted me to bareback him. He told me he was sure, and that he was fairly certain he'd been pozzed since he'd done several group scenes with guys he knew to be poz and took their loads... I was still a bit uncomfortable with that, and though I fucked him bare, I did not begin breeding him until he'd gotten his test results back a couple of weeks later (he was poz as he thought). He loved to spew out his filthiest fantasies as I pounded that hot frat boy hole. As summer progressed I was able to hook him up with my contact-buddy for supplies so he could pay less than in the burbs. A couple of times we had group scenes at my bud's place on Central Park West and the guys present would descend on Stefan like starving animals and he loved every minute, though we always had to leave reasonably early. He also had a friend up from school who stayed with him that summer for a week and came to the pool with him everyday that week - it was the only time we ever had a third join us in my office - a pretty Filipino kid, Alberto, with another swimmer's body but much shorter than Stefan, about 5'6" smooth all over and rippled with trim muscle, brown eyes and black hair with an incredible serpent tattoo wrapped down one leg. He was happy to blow clouds with us, and fortunately he was into "Daddies" like Stefan was, and really enjoyed getting spit-roasted from either end the three times he pnp'd with us. He even came in and gave me a blow job under my desk on one of the days they were heading home with my boss and not me! Stefan claimed to be jealous, but between him needing to be at his lifeguard post AND being 6'4" there was no way he could repeat that particular performance! Damn we had fun until he had to head back to school, and we repeated our hi-jinx the next summer (2007) as well. However, when the summer of 2008 rolled around he stayed at his school in Florida for the summer and eventually moved down there permanently and that crazy memorable set of experiences was over. And true to Stefan's promise, we never got caught! Though we both mentioned many times as we played how hot it would be to get his handsome dad high and convince him to join us. Considering the male employees he tended to hire, there certainly was a possibility that he was at least bi-sexual, but suffice to say, that was a fantasy we were NOT stupid enough to attempt! We already took enough chances!

The second part of my real experiences that came about because of my work in real estate – to be fair, this doesn’t happen OFTEN, but being a realtor has afforded me a number of unexpected chances to play - even more frequently than my OTHER career, performing. So here's a few more of the hotter sessions that started out as "just work". RENOVATION CHEMMING. A number of times, bumping into the workmen who are doing a renovation at one of my listings has turned into a hot scene in hot surroundings. One of the first of these involved a colleague named Kevin who was a “flipper” of condos along a stretch of the “Gold Coast” in Jersey, from Fort Lee to Hoboken. This guy had me coming to meet him at his latest purchase in a tower building facing Manhattan. Now, I did know he was gay prior to heading down there, but wasn’t aware he was a real player. I arrived earlier than expected, but since he’d said he’d be there with the workmen “all day” I didn’t think much of it. I didn’t have the front desk call up to let them know I was there because I knew the unit number already. So when I arrived it was a bit too soon and Kevin was not quite prepared when I arrived. I tapped on the unit door, and apparently, one of the workers thought I was there for something else as he peeked around the doorframe. It was obvious he was not wearing much if anything. He winked and gestured me to come in. Kind of an honest mistake, as I WAS wearing a leather motorcycle jacket, jeans, and engineer boots, but I do that a lot in Fall and Spring in the NYC metro area – it’s an accepted enough look, especially when heading to a construction project! I looked around and raised my brow and smiled, which was when Kevin noticed me, and whispered “Diego, that’s my REALTOR”. What began to ensue was a certain amount of panic – trying to turn off porn, find clothes, put away incriminating items… I felt bad I interrupted, and was honestly a bit envious, so I pointed to a bong that was poorly hidden behind a chair and mentioned that “if that’s Miss T you’ve got in there, I’ve had a hell of a morning and I could use a hit.” Well, THAT certainly slowed down the panic, and worried looks changed to smiles and laughs. Kevin looked at me and said “Didn’t you get my text?” I shook my head “no”, looked at my phone and shook my head again. One of the other guys held up a cellphone and said “Yo, Bossman, you forgot to hit SEND…” all the while busting out laughing. Kevin looked abashed and started to stammer, until the same guy said, “look at his jeans man, he’s into it, no harm…” “I’m sorry,” Kevin began. “I meant to send a text asking you to come late afternoon”. it was now barely 10:30. “You’re really cool with this?” he asked. I laughed and looked around. “Of course I am, especially if I’m allowed to join in” I replied, then asked, “That cool with you guys?” Kevin looked amazingly relieved, and then looked me over again, appreciatively. “Hell yeah, get naked.” I said I would but wanted to run out to my car and get my play bag that I always keep in the trunk. I was back as fast as humanly possible, perhaps faster, and started a quick strip. As I pulled out my leather harnesses, metal cockring and such, the talkative guy, Lonzo, said to Kevin, “oh yeah, he’s into it… looks like he’s TOTALLY into it!” The bong was brought my way, and a torch applied. I breathed in slowly but for a long, long draw and finally let out a huge cloud. It was GOOD stuff too. For me to feel that much on one hit proved that. I was encouraged to take a good number of hits while the guys appeared to be starting to get back into the activities I had interrupted so unexpectedly! Kevin beckoned me to follow him as I looked from side to side at the construction project well underway all over the unit – with tarps and sawhorses and some exposed framing here and there, it was actually a damn good and hot play space. “What a great space and what a nice way to do business,” I said to him. “I wish every new client-meet turned out this way. And damn, your stuff is REALLY good. I’m half-way there already.” Kevin agreed that it was very good product, and that he got only “the best” for his workers, it kept them loyal and coming back to work for him over and over. I imagined that it would. He led me to the bathroom, which was by far the most renovated in the entire place, and had a huge shower already hooked up with a sure-shot. “I don’t know whether you’re top, bottom or between,” he said, “but everyone’s ass gets played with in our groups, so please clean out. Here’s a dick pill and a pipe and torch to help out, that cool?” I told him it was and that I was versatile, and pleased about that rule, and set about getting ready. As he was about to leave, he said, “oh, and if you’re into it, don’t waste piss in the toilet, we have a few watersports fans…” I assured him I would and got down to business getting ready. Fortunately, it was a quick cleanup, a brief rinse under the shower, and drying off I opened the door. I put my leather on, put my package through my favorite metal cockring, took the pipe and torch and headed back out. At Kevin’s suggestion I put my boots back on, just like all of them. When I got to the living room area, the guys were kicked back, kindly waiting on me to really start going at it again. There were two large laptops running bareback porn, and lube, poppers, Max Impact, and some bongs and other paraphernalia in view. I looked around the room; Kevin was a white guy with dark hair and handsome face, lightly hairy average body with a little middle age spread, and partly hard cock that was not particularly large or thick, but his ass was a work of art. Lonzo was the only one apparently taller than me – either Italian or Hispanic, big chest and arms, great legs, big weapon swinging below a hairy torso with a slight beer belly, and a beefy butt. Diego, the kid who answered the door, was young, Hispanic, smooth pretty much all over, thin but wiry body about 5’6”, nice cock for his size and adorable little ass. An Irish guy - and I mean FROM Ireland - just shy of my height, incredibly pale, muscular, tatted, several piercings, low hangers below a normal size dong was sporting a shaved all over skinhead look that was pretty hot. And finally, another guy from Eastern Europe – scary hot green eyes, hot daddy soccer player type, lightly furred with a thick cock. This looked better and better. “Pull some clouds, dude” said the Irish guy handing me an even bigger and more intricate water bong. I started to melt the contents of the bowl while I said: “You saw my cloud earlier guys, I’m a singer too, so I have huge lungs… if anyone likes shotgunning, I’m good at it.” Several of the guys took me up on that, so I got to lock lips a bit with most of them including my host. We were all stroking our cocks – and others – getting our motors running for some great partysex – or in their case, a continuation of it! Little shots of G were handed out, while mouths found cocks and nips, and I took advantage of Lonzo leaning over while he put down the tray of shot glasses, and sunk my tongue into his hairy hole. He wiggled a bit back my way and I started to go to town on his beefy butt, causing my cock to start to plump up, but not get fully hard as the blue pill hadn’t quite kicked in yet. “Hold up just a minute and you can go back to that anytime,” he said, as he called us all over to take our shots. When I do it I always have to take a couple of good rips on the pipe to make sure I keep a “healthy balance” between my two letters of the alphabet. Diego took that opportunity to start sucking my rod, and started bringing my soldier to attention. “Right,” said the Irish guy, brandishing a long needless syringe like a thinner turkey baster, “if you want to be fully part of the crew, you gotta’ get initiated. Bend over the scaffold.” There was a sturdy looking paint scaffold – thick planks secured to several sawhorses with some tarp covering at just about waist height. I bent over leaning my elbows on the thing, and presented my butt. Diego scooted under me and resumed work on my cock, while the Irishman crouched behind me and stuck his tongue up my hairy hole to loosen me up for a booty bump. Ever get rimmed by someone with a tongue piercing? It’s awesome, and not only did this guy have one but he knew how to use it too… fuck, he was good! I moaned at the two oral assaults, wishing I had somewhere to put my mouth and tongue. Then I felt the cylinder of magic pressed into my hole and the bump was pressed into my hole. “Clench” I heard from behind me and did so while the guy ran his tongue and piercing and lips all around my cheeks and taint and the back of my balls, while Diego continued his magic on my cock. “Boss, could you get me ready”, said the hot skinhead behind me, as he followed with “unclench” and dove tongue first into my now relaxed hole. I saw my client/host/new fuckbuddy Kevin get on his knees and start sucking that pale cock while its owner went to town on my pulsing bud. The G, the booty bump and dick pill all seemed to kick in at once, and I was feeling amazing. Through my legs I could see Lonzo and the Euro guy had stopped 69ing and came over to watch, dropping a bottle of poppers and a Max Impact spray and cloth in front of me on the scaffold. “Take a quick hit before he nails you,” was whispered in my ear. I sprayed the cloth and started to suck it in, when the tongue on my butt disappeared to be replaced by a feeling both warm and cold – the head of his uncut cock and his prince albert. Fortunately, it was a thicker gauge so it did not cut going in. There was some discomfort at first, but hands tweaking my nips, Diego lapping my hard cock and the entire scene was so hot, that it faded pretty quickly into a very hot fuck. He wasn’t super-hung, a bit smaller than me, but his cock and his piercing felt really good, and I was super turned on by how his long, hefty ballsack swung back on forth and slapped me each time he pumped me. “Yeah, fuck that daddy ass, Devlin,” I heard someone mutter. At least now I had a name for the Irishman, one more to go… Euro guy pulled one of my arms up and popped up onto the scaffold spreading his legs so I could suck his cock while I was being fucked, I went to town swallowing that thick pole and enjoying it, before he rolled back some and then pulled himself back to the edge, presenting his pucker for a salad tossing. I dove in with gusto, it being a very favorite activity, and as usual, my cock got stiff as a board. Apparently this was a signal to Diego, who stopped sucking me. Being young, flexible and short, what he did next should have surprised me. He got on his feet in a bent-over crouch and backed up onto my cock, which entered him with almost no resistance. Oh my god, pure nirvana – my ass, cock and tongue were all performing their favorite jobs. Taking a quick breath and Max Impact hit, I noticed the entire party was now part of one scene, as Euro guy had laid fully back, 69ing with Kevin, while the “bossman” was plowed by Lonzo’s big dick as Lonzo balanced on his knees on the opposite edge of the scaffold. Damn, what a hot scene. Devlin’s strokes started to get faster and more punishing, and he grunted “Hope you wanted this load!” seconds before he blew off strongly in my ass. What felt like waves of sperm must have been flowing into me from the way his cock shaft was pulsing. He pulled out a bit too fast and I gasped, while Devlin dropped behind me and stuck his tongue up my hole to reach his own juice. It was incredible, but after another minute or so, I tapped Diego on his flank, pulled my mouth off hot Euro hole and said, “I HAVE to straighten my legs!” I eased out of Diego’s hole and stood up flexing my thigh muscles and going up on my toes for a couple of times to stretch my calves too. Devlin and Diego pushed me towards the Euro hunk and his now perfect cock height vulnerable hole on the edge of the scaffolding. My cock slid in like it had been pumping this channel for years, not the first time. The beefy daddy legs went up over my shoulders while Kevin continued to blow him for a few. Kevin pulled up and got off the scaffold saying “we need some more hits” quickly bringing the bong over. “How’s his rod feel in your hole, Caz?” said Kevin as he held out the bong for us both to take hits. Caz. Short for Cazamir, it turns out. Nice to finally know. “He fucks good,” came the deep growl from this hot construction guy, with a definite accent. “Then the boss gets next dibs,” Kevin said. I made out and shotgunned with Kevin as we blew a few more clouds and I fucked Cazamir, then he quietly let his boss take his place and I pounded Kevin hard the way he begged me to. Then it was time for me to take a break on a couple of cushions that were under the tarps. I watched the porn, blew some clouds, sucked down some hydration, and shortly Lonzo pulled me forward, rolled my legs back and began furiously tonguing my hole, searching for the Leprechaun’s gold, no doubt… he then sunk the most sizable cock in the room into me and began a nice fuck. Shortly, Diego came over and sat on my face, while I licked his boy hole and he made out with Lonzo. As the afternoon progressed, I would eventually fuck everyone there for at least a bit, and was fucked by everyone except Kevin and Diego, who apparently were strictly bottom guys. I got into some fisting with Devlin and Caz, their holes blossoming open for me as we gave them some enormous stretch – I love those trashy hot Euro guys – and watching my technique, Kevin made me promise to come back and help train his hole to accept and enjoy a fist. I promised I would. Toward the end of the session, a hot water sports scene ensued in the most unfinished room – the floor was covered completely wall to wall with rubber sheeting that went up the sides a bit (the space had to be a large walk-in closet or pantry or something, with guys getting wet down and sprayed by each other, and guys swallowing chempiss or taking it up their cumholes, eventually all down on the floor rolling and sliding around each other with mouths, cocks, nips, fingers and holes all being used indiscriminately. W/S isn’t always my favorite thing, but I can certainly get into it, especially with guys who really enthusiastically like it – and this scene was by far the hottest ever W/S scene I’d experienced up to that time, or for that matter, since. Any time I met with Kevin for playtime after that, either alone or with his crew, at a work site or in his own place, there was always an area for that rubber sheeting, and he loved nothing more than to be fucked while he and his partner and anyone else were soaked and slippery with chempiss. It was, I’ll admit very hot. Sometimes, the shower clean up afterwards could be ALMOST as hot as getting messy in the first place….

One of my fantasies is that I am running along a wooded urban jogging trail, high and horny. I'm following distantly behind a sexy male jogger wearing extremely tight short shorts. The path turns a corner, and that's when I see the sexy jogger is patiently waiting for me on all fours, shorts off, his hole fully exposed. Last night, I went into the city to see my fuck buddy Frank. He has a great apartment setup, and he's always ready to party and play. I got to his place and Frank was wearing a spandex cyclist's singlet, with the ass cut out. We got spun up, shotgunned a few and started fucking. It was amazing. We were both really really high. Frank's spandex outfit made me tell him about my slutty jogger fantasy. He suggested we drive down to "Regatta Road", a few minutes drive by car. It's basically a lakeside wild natural area inside the city, and it is notorious for gay cruising. The area is bushes, very tall grasses and forest- with zillions of twisting narrow footpaths, and little hideaways further into the bush for having sex. I think most of the guys who cruise here are married to women or otherwise closeted. So around midnight we drove down to Regatta Road and parked the car. Then we went into the tangled mazes of the cruise paths. Frank- whose ass was hanging out of his singlet-- led me on a path through bushes, across a dry stream, back into bushes and into an open area. He stopped suddenly on the footpath, bent his knees, and presented his wide smooth ass to me, completely lubed up. I pulled my semi-soft cock out of my pants and forced it into his hole. I started fucking him slowly, letting my cock harden up, and then we heard footsteps and voices on the path. I did not stop fucking Frank at any point. Then two guys appeared, shyly cruised around us, and then continued on their path. On a whim, I decided to take almost all my clothes off, so I was completely naked except for my running shoes and baseball hat. I cannot describe how mindblowing that was. I felt like a naked superstar sex god. A giant walking cock. Spun as fuck. Frank suggested we go somewhere else. I followed his ass into a dark area, across another part of the stream, and then up into a wooded area. We passed by another couple of men, who murmured approvingly when they saw that I was completely butt-naked, my greasy cock swinging free. Frank took us on another path to where there was a bit of a clearing. He stuck his ass out and let me pound him some more. What a rush to fuck a guy outdoors, high n horny, stark naked, with other guys cruising around. After a while, we decided to move on. I followed Frank and it probably seemed to everyone we passed that he was being cruised hard by a totally naked Black top. Frank took us on another path to the wooded area directly beside the parking lot, where there was a huge slab of old concrete about three feet high nestled among the trees. There were two guys sitting on the slab. They asked us if we had cigarettes. Frank gave them a couple of smokes, and then I asked them to make room for us on the slab. Frank climbed up in-between the two guys on the slab, presented his hole to me doggy style and then we launched into a deep raw fuck. I was pumping Frank's hole literally inches from the guys faces. One guy said, "That's a nice ass." "Yeah, I been chasing this cock teaser's ass all night long," I exaggerated. The two guys played with themselves a little, and then left. Now that we had the slab to ourselves, Frank suggested we go back to his car and get a small portable mattress and pillows that he just happened to have in his trunk. We brought the mattress back to the slab and it fit perfectly on top. Around the slab was tonnes of strewn litter. We climbed onto the mattress and I said to Frank, "Let's show these closet cases how real pigs fuck." After rimming him for a few minutes, my cock got so hard that I was able to stroke all the way in balls deep and then all the way out with a juicy pop. We started fucking like dogs in heat. Moaning like demons in ecstasy, shotgunning puffs on the devil's dick. We were using J-lube and lots of water so the mattress became a wet mess. Random guys silently watched us. It was incredible, an utter pig fantasy. For three hours on that raised mattress surrounded by garbage, the main thing I cared about was Frank's anal sphincter squeezing the fuck out of my cock. Frank told me that he knew a Black top who cruises here regularly, and he also walks around totally naked. Frank said the Black top was super popular, and guys in their cars in the parking lot would line up to offer their asses when he came around. The Black guy was fucking so many anonymous holes that he was probably cross-pollinating STIs. I myself could totally relate to the Black top. If I'm partying, I have to fuck every hole that presents itself to me. (All Black power tops should experience cruising naked and high in a public park. Personally, I felt like a character in a Tom of Finland comic, short on wardrobe but still hunting for bubble ass in the woods.) We went back to Frank's place and kept partying until the next morning. So that was my fantasy more or less coming true: being high as a cloud, following a hot guy in slut-wear through the woods, and then bare-backing him hard in the middle of the trail. Even better, I found that cruising naked is an INCREDIBLE experience and I got to fuck that hot guy for hours in front of total strangers. I'm so happy. I can't wait to go back to Regatta Road next summer.

I had met Evan and Eric through my ex-boyfriend when we were still together and always thought they were really cute. About a year after my breakup I ran into them one snowy day at one of the local gay bars. Snow days are kinda rare, and the city was pretty much shut down. We made it to last call and started walking back home. I made a joke about them stopping at mine to warm up since it was on the way, and to my surprise they agreed. While we were at my place chatting someone brought up sharing body heat and I said we should probably try that. They both agreed and we all went to my bedroom and got naked. I was pleasantly surprised to see they both had cut 7 inch cocks. Since I was new to them, they both focused on me, Eric was kissing me while Evan sucked on my 6 inch cock. I mentioned it had been a while since my last three way, so we all tried to figure out what to do, and ending up in a circle suck, Eric was sucking me, I was sucking Evan, and Evan was sucking Eric. We played with each others cocks like that for about 10 minutes until Evan asked if we wanted to switch it up. I said I would love to be fucking one of them while getting fucked by the other. Evan said I could fuck him, so Eric would be fucking me. I asked them if they wanted to use condoms, as I was cool using them or not. They whispered to each other for a moment, then they both agreed not to use condoms. I was ecstatic. I got out the lube and lubed up my cock and Evan's ass. He was on his back as I slid my bare cock into his ass. Eric let me fuck his husband for a minute while he lubed up his cock. Then he fingered some lube into my ass. I held still in Evan while Eric fed his 7 inch cock bareback into my hole. It took us a minute to get into a good rhythm but we found it worked best with Eric holding still while I fucked Evan. Just the motion of me fucking Evan made me fuck myself onto Eric's cock. We carried on like that for a few minutes until Evan asked if he could fuck me. I eagerly agreed, so Eric was on his back with me in between his legs with Evan's bare cock pleasuring my hole. Being in the middle I was in heaven. We fucked like rabbits for about 5 minutes more when Evan pulled out of my ass and said he wanted to try something. He told me to sit on Eric's cock, so I eased my bare cock out of Eric's hole and positioned my ass above Eric's uncovered cock and slowly sank down on it. I leaned forward to kiss Eric and as I did, I felt a new pressure at my hole. Evan was gonna fuck me at the same time as his husband! I was so horny and excited for my first double penetration so I relaxed as much as I could and let Evan slowly shove his cock in my already full ass. It was a little awkward but they managed a couple minutes of fucking me. There I was, my ass stretched more than it ever had been by two bare cocks. It was intense! I could tell they were getting tired but I was determined to get both of their loads, so I suggested they spit roast me. They both pulled out of me and I got on my hands and knees and Eric got behind me and slid his bare 7 incher back in my hole. Just before I took Evan's cock in my mouth I told them I wanted them both to breed me. Eric wasted no time driving his cock into my ass as I sucked his husband's cock. After a couple minutes I heard Eric say he was gonna cum and felt him thrust deep into my ass and collapse on my back. After a moment Eric pulled out and Evan wasted no time jamming his cock into my cum-filled hole. He fucked me for another 5 minutes and then whispered in my ear that he was about to breed me. Do it I told him. He kept thrusting in and out of my ass as he orgasmed and we both collapsed on the bed. Evan pulled out of me and I rolled over and started jerking my cock. Evan asked if I wanted to breed him and I readily agreed. He put his legs up on my shoulders and I sank my bare cock into his ass. I was so horny from the sex that night that I barely lasted a minute before my own load was blasted deep in his ass. I pulled out and got a towel and we all cleaned up and cuddled for a bit before they got dressed and went home. So far that's been my only double penetration, but I'd be down to try it again.

AS I STATED IN PART ONE OF THIS MULTIPART EXPERIENCE: Most of those who’ve read my real life “enhanced” experiences may know that I’ve kept a “sex diary” since I was a teen-ager coming out in pre-AIDS New York City. This multi-part entry tells about the longest party weekend I’ve had in all my years back in 2006. I had started to tell this story on another now defunct site almost 10 years ago, but the notebook of my experiences from that time went missing when a friend borrowed the whole set and returned it with one book missing. He found the misplaced notebook just this month while doing a closet overhaul to relieve Corvid Cabin Fever. I will post it as I finish typing and editing, in several parts. PART 2 – THURSDAY, SUNSET INTERLUDE Jimmy pulled me into the bathroom telling me we had someplace to go and should do a quick rinse in the shower – as the water hit us from all directions we started deep kissing and rubbing our horny cocks against each other when all of a sudden I felt a warmth coming from that big tool between us. Awesome, the sexy fucker was pissing between us, so I let go of my piss too and we laughed and joked like two school kids as we soaked each other down. We soaped up and toweled off, and then he had me bend over for a booty bump from a needleless syringe, following with one for himself. He told me – boots, socks, jock, cutoffs and tossed me a sleeveless flannel shirt. Out the lower door and into a Miata convertible we went and he headed out to Herring Cove as he said, “to suck straight guys, swim and fuck a bit and watch the sunset.” Well, okay. This guy did have a thing about scheduling, but that was cool, I was up for it. When I lived in P’town I usually hit the Dunes around 4pm so my Irish skin wouldn’t fry, but still getting some sun and some outdoor sex with the other gay guys out there. I didn’t know all those years, that later, around 6, some of the local straight guys went out there for some oral service. Jimmy said he was a regular for that. Obviously Jimmy shared my love of getting straight guys into the scene a bit, although this seemed to be more the pump and dump type deal than I usually did – but hey, I was cool and up for it so I followed his lead as we parked at the far end of the beach lot. On the ride he mentioned that some of the guys really liked to get dominant and abusive and he knew that was NOT my scene – even bottoming I don’t do submissive, it’s just not me - so he told me he’d give me a sign if there were “regulars” there that I would not have fun with. We got onto one of the trails through the dune scrub brush and came out on the edge of the beach around the place where earlier in the day the “straight” section of the beach bordered with the “lesbian” section of the beach – the gay men’s section was even further from the lot on the far side of the lesbian section. Of course, the sun worshippers were gone at this point, and there were just a few folks, mostly men, wandering along the water’s edge. We “set up shop” in a little group of dune plum and dune birch trees just a few feet from the edge of the beach area – Jimmy stuck out a beach umbrella that screened things a bit more, laid down a blanket for us to kneel on, pulled out poppers, got us both on our knees and settled in to wait for “customers”. He pulled out a little pre-loaded pipe melted it a bit and took a puff or two, handing it to me to do the same. It probably wasn’t five minutes before we heard a stealthy approach. Two middle-aged guys came into our bower through the brush and the first one smirked and remarked, “Two cocksuckers – nice, no waiting today.” He was bald and slightly chunky and his buddy was taller, very skinny, with a graying ponytail and both were engaged in pulling their cocks out of their grey dickies-type workpants. Both wore well-used scuffed construction boots, and work-shirts with grease and oil stains. I vaguely recognized them from a car and boat engine repair shop in town. Baldy had a thick, uncut tool and ponytail had a longer, thinner cropped tool. Jimmy signaled me a “no” for the bald guy and motioned me towards his skinnier friend. Fine by me – I motioned the guy over and undid his pants some more as the talkative buddy growled “you got those little bottles anywhere cocksucker?” Jimmy took his bottle of poppers, shook them a bit, took a huge huff and handed them over. I did the same with mine and my guy, who proceeded to take a couple of snorts with each nostril and then handed me back the bottle – I took another huff and the stuff hit me and suddenly I was all about servicing that straight man cock. Fortunately, it curved down slightly as he was soon groaning and pulling me on to it all the way to his pubes, and the curve let it go all the way down my throat without gagging or wanting to. We both obviously enjoyed the feel of his rod lodged all the way to his balls in my throat and I worked my throat muscles to squeeze him and drive him really crazy. I gave that townie and his long circumcised screwdriver excellent oral service lasting a good 15 minutes, bringing him to the edge and back a couple of times before I let him finally explode down my throat. All the while his partner in crime was spewing all sorts of trash talk that frankly if I’d been working on him would have made me nuts – I probably would have broken his nose had he sent those remarks my way… Jimmy was smart to direct me AWAY from the guy, but he seemed to enjoy the humiliating monologue, so hey, whatever gets ya’ off, right? He finished off his guy not too long after I finished mine. And with a soft “thanks” from my dude, and a derogatory crack from the other, they were off and back to their car. Much to Jimmy’s disappointment, we only sucked off one more guy each… both very nervous and very fast shooters. I barely remember them other than mine was uncut and tasted pretty good. As the sun started setting, Jimmy led me down to the water for a skinny-dip and a bit of fooling around ourselves before he decided we should pack up and head back to town to get ready for the leather party we were going to that night. We hopped back into his car and headed back to his place, with a quick stop at my guest house to pick up one or two leather items I thought would be good for the evening. I mentioned Fratboy wanting to join us later and asked if that was cool – Jimmy was up for that so long as we could get him properly geared up, which between us wouldn’t be too hard. The kid had told me his hubby was planning on an early night and would likely take an Ambien by 10pm and would expect him to go out and enjoy himself. PART 3 - THURSDAY NIGHT - GETTING IN THE MOOD We arrived back at Jimmy’s place and headed for the playroom. He dimmed the lights some, put the porn on with low volume and gave us both a bit of g mixed with Gatorade to help us relax a bit before getting ready for the party in a few hours. We just laid back, naked, sometimes chatting, sometimes eyes closed, always with a tug or two on the other’s cock, or a tweak or tug on a nipple. I actually kind of dozed for a bit and I believe he did too, until his cell phone rang, and he stirred to check the caller ID. He jumped up, tossing a “be right back” over his shoulder and crossed the hall to his office. I stirred also, seeing that it was pretty much time to start getting ready. I was taking a hit from the bong when he returned with a bit of a frown. “Anything wrong?” I asked. He reached for the glassware and dropped down beside me with a pout that for all the world made him look like a school kid having a temper tantrum. “Best laid plans… damn,” he started. “Gonna have to change some of the plans for the weekend. My boyfriend is coming in for a day tomorrow, so I’m going to have to leave you on your own – just tomorrow – and then we’ll hook back up Saturday for the special group that night…. Sorry.” I told him that was okay, and he was very relieved. Apparently, his other half, like mine doesn’t party and only does groups and scenes on rare occasions. According to Jimmy, he spent only about half his time in P’Town (and other than Christmas/New Years, no time at all during the winter). He usually didn’t mind Jimmy playing in the dungeon after he went to bed, but being home only one day, plus needing to do some legal stuff with Jimmy for some new artwork, he wanted Jimmy to himself for the whole day. “Understandable,” I told him, “don’t worry I’ll be fine!” We each did a quick touch-up with his shower-shot to make sure we were still set for anal play of any sort. We both had some yogurt and some pineapple and grapes, then continued dressing taking a few hits off the bong. I was in laced 16-inch black leather boots, leather chap-shorts with removable front panel and ass panel, chest harness with a strap to a metal cockring under the shorts, a leather vest, right AND left black leather bicep bands, and a black leather ball cap. Jimmy chose rubber, having me powder him all over, he wormed his way into a rubber assless singlet with what I can only describe as a black gladiator skirt (inch wide strips of black rubber all the way round his waist) so he wouldn’t get hassled about his ass being completely exposed. He carried that “roman” look into his footwear which looked more like black leather gladiator sandals than actual boots. He had a leather vest with laced sides and a black leather do-rag on his head. He also had right and left armbands, but metal. He checked the time (again!), saying “perfect, let’s go”. Throwing some stuff into a leather sling bag, he guided me out the office door and locked it behind him. Our first stop was the A-House just to check out the Macho Bar for a bit. Just like in “the old days”, Adam was working the door. Seeing us walk up, he just grabbed me by the back of the neck and laid one on me, finally saying “well look who’s back in town?” Adam was a town legend… a former marine, blond, buzz cut, huge pecs with huge ring piercings, smooth skinned muscular, and the kinkiest greediest fisting bottom you’ll ever encounter. When off-duty, simply walking around town during the day, he wore cutoffs, white socks and construction boots ONLY – the shorts generally ripped, and the boots… no joke, the guy wore boots with metal eye bolts sticking out sideways from the heels so that any piece of rope could become an instant sling for him in an emergency. He and I had played a number of times during my summers living there, he being the first guy I ever got both my fists into at the same time… Everyone had considered the guy to be a walking porn film, and now 10 years later he still was. Jimmy was quite pleased to discover we knew each other, as coincidentally, Adam would be at the party at his place later. That made me smile. We milled around the upstairs bar, checking out the early crowd, me drinking ginger ale (I can’t drink and party at the same time). After 20 minutes or so, I got a message on my phone from Fratboy, that his husband had taken his pill and had gone to sleep. We told him to meet us at my room in 10 minutes. Jimmy downed whatever he was drinking, and we clomped down the stairs and out the door past Adam (from whom I got a promise to spend some quality time with at the party). We walked back to The Ranch and headed up to my room. We’d hardly sat on the bed and pulled out the pipe when there was a knock, and Fratboy slipped in. Closing the door behind him, Jimmy handed him the pipe but held the torch since I told him the kid was a newbie. “Okay, guys, at this point I should be a good host and do an actual introduction, but despite me having had sex with you several times over the past 3 years, I actually don’t know your name…”. Fratboy had been holding a hit but spewed out a startled cloud laughing and coughing. That’s when I found out his name was not “Fratboy” but Kieran, and he learned mine was John and not “Dude”. Jimmy asked if Kieran had prepped himself and was ready for a wild night and when the answer was affirmative, Jimmy said “we have to catch you up, bend over”. Pulling the kid’s shorts down, Jimmy dropped and licked K’s ass a bit then inserted a BIG crystal. Chuckling, he then followed up with one for him and one for me if slightly smaller. I passed Kieran a full size Viagra (he was young, BUT… better safe than sorry), while I topped up my earlier dose with a 25, Jimmy had his own. We stripped Kieran down, then started putting together some gear. Fortunately, he was also size 10 ½ so he could wear my other boots - black leather engineers. Jimmy pulled out black neoprene shorts, and I put my spare chain harness and two black leather thong type armbands on him. He had his own black sleeveless denim shirt to go over but leave open, and I put another black ball cap on him, while Jimmy pulled out the finishing touch, a thick black leather collar with a black leather leash. Kieran nearly blew a load just looking at himself in the mirror. Doing a few more copious hits each, with both Jimmy and I shot-gunning them to Kieran, we headed out and up the street to the leather night at Backstreet. There was a good crowd downstairs, and Jimmy indicated the DJ booth. Low and behold another old friend, Manny was DJing, and let us in the booth. He took a minute then recognized me, we having played a few times as well, the years had treated him as well as Adam – now he looked like a Latino Satyr with salt and pepper buzz cut, and silver among the black in his satanic Vandyke goatee. However, he didn’t know I partied, and made sure to shotgun me when we gave him a surreptitious hit. Hoping his big P.A.’d Latino cock and beautiful hairy ass would be on offer later, we left our bag, our vests and K’s shirt, and my front and back panels from my shorts (codpiece on my cock, but ass exposed) and Jimmy’s gladiator skirt in the booth. That’s when our fratboy discovered his neoprene shorts had a fly in the back as well as the front! On the dance floor, we three plowed right into the crowd, finding a home close to the center and in front of the DJ booth. Not only were our hands groping each other’s asses, and crotches and chests, hands around us joined in, and we returned the favor. Hairy guys, smooth guys, muscular torsos, well-padded bear bods, otters, daddies, bois – just lots of hot men of all kinds dancing and coping feels. We’d pop back to the DJ booth to do a few quick hits after every few songs, sharing with Manny as secretly as we could, and we all got a few licks of Manny’s pierced pinga in when he opened his tight leather jeans under the mixing board. The music got a bit more trance-like as the time got closer to Provincetown’s oddly early “witching hour” of 1AM (being a native NY’er, used to our 4am closing, it was odd – but to be fair, allowed for more playtime if you hooked up). The three of us were high, horny and hard, and as the lights went to almost full blackout with the dry ice fog adding mystery – our cocks were out and sliding in each other’s trench, with the occasional insert of a thick head. I noticed that there seemed to be more cocks available than just our three and realized some of our dancefloor neighbors were joining in our fun… that was cool with me, it reminded me of my college days at the NYC leather clubs and dance clubs like Limelight, where a “sneak-fuck” on the dance floor was a much more frequent occurrence. It wasn’t a good idea to be REALLY obvious that there might be some actual sex going on out there – dancing front to back rubbing cock along asscrack (with the occasional slip of the head into a hole for a few strokes and only when the lights were really low) all three of us playing with the others front and back soon became more like 7 or 8. One of the last songs had a driving beat putting us into a circle – crotch to ass, one arm on the guy in front the other on the guy in back and I started feeling myself slipping into other new holes, and feeling new strange cock slip into me. I would have been happy with this going on for a while longer, but Jimmy pulled his phone, checked the time and pulled Kieran and I out of the sweaty group scene, indicating we had to go. Giving two of the couples we were dancing with business card type invites, he whispered to each of the four “Bareback Leather Chem-party at my dungeon tonight – only pnp’ers and everyone needs to be at least partly versatile, hope to see you…” We got our stuff from the booth, all of us giving Manny a kiss and a grope and took the back exit out onto Bradford Street. It was 12:45AM. “We need to get back to my place and open everything up by 1AM so nobody is waiting or worse leaves! I chuckled; it was that punctuality thing again! PART 4 - THURSDAY NIGHT DUNGEON PARTY We walked on Bradford rather than Commercial to save time and got to Jimmy’s in about 5 minutes entering through the office. You should have seen Kieran’s face when he saw the dungeon. Jimmy told us to strip any superfluous portions of our attire (I dropped the vest and the front and back panels of my chap shorts; Kieran lost the shirt and we set him up in a black leather jock). Our host then had us setting out trays of lube, toys, pipes, poppers, maximum impact, Gatorade and fruit. Lights, music and vids seemed to have been pre-set like a stage production. The damn place was so organized we were done before 1:10 when the first buzzer sounded. Two of the guys we just met entered, and several locals followed quickly. Ages ranged from Kieran’s early 20 something to one local who I knew to be approaching 70 (a yoga instructor, he was wiry and toned) with bods from muscle to beer-gut, most hairy a few smooth, cut and uncut, small to very large endowments, nice variety (though at this point we were all white guys, this being Provincetown, but that would change a little as you’ll see). Kieran and I were instructed to get people high, with holes and cocks free or in easy access, while Jimmy kept by the door showing where to put clothes, and how to work the shower and clean up equipment and such. Passing two large water bongs around while asking names (and me greeting the few I actually knew formerly) and telling guys it was clouds and booty bumps for now, no pointing please until our host locks the door at 2. Seeing the next arrivals, I almost dropped the pipe, Kieran whispering to me “What’s that about?” Indicating with my head, I said “the two guys who just came in, I know them… I’ve traded fucks with, and I fisted the boi of that couple but the daddy I’ve only ever been given the opportunity to do a bit of oral with. The daddy is Mack Kiley and he has the biggest white-guy cock I’ve ever seen in my whole piggy life.” “Bigger than Jimmy’s?” K squeaked in a whisper. “Maybe an inch longer but WAY wider. I’ve fantasized being fucked by that work of art since I first met them in 1990. Mack never believed a former top only like me would ever be able to take it, and he HATES when someone tries and then begs off because of pain. Maybe seeing me fucked by Jimmy he’ll change his mind.” As I greeted them, and they not only remembered me, but were very pleased I was there, Kieran just stared until he realized it was rude. It's kind of understandable – they had been and were still an impressive leather couple. Neither was classically handsome but had masculine bearded faces. Danny, the more sub, was now about 35 a hairy otter with a nice hairy husky body from actual construction work, with a pierced uncut cock of average size and a heavenly hairy ass. Mack still looked great – 60ish – a little more chunk over his hairy musculature than 10 years prior, a big hairy ass, and that monster between the legs – a masterpiece of a circumcised cock over 10 inches long, but with a girth of just about 8 inches, with lemon size balls in a velvet sack hanging way low below pulled by a leather ball stretcher. Now, I’ve had a few Latino and African American playmates over the years who were longer by an inch or two (see “ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE: How Big Are Those Cocks?”), but none that girthy by a long shot. I smiled a sly grin when I also realized that Jimmy’s rules were that EVERYONE had to party, and EVERYONE had to be versatile at least part of the time – no total bottoms OR tops. These two hotties did not party back in the 90s, and Mack never did anything but top. Meaning Mack’s big hairy leather daddy butt had to be at least partly available too this evening. Better and better! I headed into the office to check with Jimmy to see if he’d rather I answered the door so he could start playing with his guests only to find him being orally serviced front and rear by two fully shaved leather boys – he thanked me for the offer and told me he’d rather I got the sex started in the other room. Guys were still blowing clouds, but there was shot-gunning turning into kissing all over, asses and cocks being groped and stroked, so checking with Kieran to make sure he was ready, I popped him into a sling. Crouching, I rimmed that pretty ass ‘till it was soaking, all the while coating my hard tool with lube. I stood up and eased my way into him as the majority of guests watched intently, and then the party was on. Some guy I didn’t know got beside K’s head and slid an uncovered cock into his welcoming mouth. Another slipped behind me snapping some clothespins on my nips and rubbing his erection in my crack. An artist from town grabbed my Fratboy’s cock and deep throated it in no time at all, while pushing his very hot ass out and back for easy access – soon a bearded face was buried deep and Art-man moaned around the cock in his mouth. Ah, nirvana, I thought as the cock in my crack breached my hole and slowly began to fuck me, matching his strokes to mine in Kieran’s ass. “Lucky Pierre”, my favorite place to be! This party was starting out perfectly. “You planning on sharing your boy?” asked the guy dicking me. “Of course,” I replied and slipped out, allowing him access to K’s hole. The artist’s ass was free and I couldn’t resist dropping to my knees in preparation to rim that magnificent butt – only to be offered a hit off a water bong by some kind soul – taking a huge rip, I slowly exhaled that t-vapor over and into his sweet pucker. I’d known the guy years ago, but we’d never played – he hadn’t changed much, a bit less tire around the middle, and because he’d always kind of gotten on my nerves I’m afraid I had missed out on his positive aspects (he was known for being very loud and discussing sexual kinks in front of kids and grandmas in his gravelly Brooklyn tones that made Fran Drescher sound pleasant – and BTW, I’m a native NY’er myself, so I’m allowed…). Anyway, here was this dude – smooth all over (hairy is my usual, but on a guy who is naturally smooth, that’s damn sexy too) with olive skin, a magnificent ass I’d just been chowing down on and while taking another bong hit, noticed he had the most perfect smooth velvet skinned incredibly low hanging sack of big balls swinging beneath that ass. That sack had DEFINITELY been stretched by someone who quite obviously enjoyed some CBT play. So, while I rimmed a few minutes more, I batted those eggs hard a few times and his roar of “Fuck Yes” let me know it was appreciated. I followed that by standing and sending my hard cock right up that killer hole. He bucked right back, yelling “pound me!” before stuffing his mouth full of dick again. I gave him the hardest piston fucking I could while spanking his ass with my hands in time to my hip movements. When I pulled out to take a breather, he freed his mouth saying, loudly of course, “Gotta know who the goddamn just gave my ass the fuck I’ve been waiting all month for…”. Then he saw me, recognized me, and crowed, “oh my gawd, I’ve just been bitch fucked by Dudley Do-right!”. See, one of the reasons he got on my nerves so much back when I was a summer resident was because despite the kink pig I was on the inside he constantly referred to me as a Boy Scout, or Captain America, or Luke Skywalker or Captain Kirk, or the All-American Boy, or Neil Armstrong or worse “Goodie Two-Shoes”, because I was kind of a jock and didn’t LOOK edgy or artsy, had no tattoos, no piercings (I would have but my hubby is turned off by them, so why?) and being fifth generation NYC without a “dees, dems, does” accent was apparently too much for him to bear. Apparently, we both missed out on a damn good sex partner due to some preconceptions. So when he pulled the Dudley Do-right bit, instead of getting pissed, I laughed my ass off (and did my best impression of the cartoon character which is actually pretty good). That made him laugh too… and later in the evening, I’d find my hole being filled with that gorgeous ball sack and big eggs of his as he “ball fucked” me. I noticed a few more guys had trickled in, one being an old buddy Clint, who was the bass in a fairly famous gay acapella group. A very large African American bear type, he had the sweetest personality and an ass that could take me to the elbow. He grabbed me from behind, hugging me and laughing and pushed his short but fat cock into me while he licked my earlobe. “So cool seeing you dude! Didn’t expect you here, thought you’d be in the city singing at the Duplex or some shit…” I was really pleased to see him and later in the evening, I reminded him- well, reminded his hole – how double jointed my hands and wrists are! It was shortly 2am, and the last 3 guests – Adam the bouncer, Manny the DJ, and interestingly Lou the candyman were quickly stripping as Jimmy locked the door and pulled his prepared rig, while most of the other party guests broke to do the same. Lou offered to admin me, and as he was prepping I asked where Vice was. “He’s chillin’ in the office, guarding the door and watching straight porn – since the rules are that everyone has to switch hit, he was just not ready for that…” I had to admit, that made sense. Things got wilder and more intense now. I was on my back on a platform with my face under the rimseat, with my cock free to be sucked or ridden, and my butt within reach of anyone next to the platform. I tasted a few hot holes and had several guys ride my cock, while Lou and Jimmy and another dude took turns rimming and fucking me. Nice! But then everyone kind of stepped away… and my hopes for the evening were made. Mack (of the giant tool), his boi Danny and Adam the bouncer were heading my way. I took few major hits from the nearest bong, and got Kieran to throw me some Maximum Impact and a jock that was laying around. I sprayed a copious amount, sniffed and sucked on the cloth, and ducked my head back under the seat. Mack sat that magnificent hairy daddy butt of his right down and I chowed down like a madman. I felt a hot hairy ass sink down onto my hard cock and knew that had to be Danny (since Adam was shaved all over) and then Adam’s location became apparent when I felt a tongue and fingers and some metal start to work my hole. This was getting me really excited – even more when Mack took time away from his pleased growling to say “that’s it boys, get him ready for me, we’re finally gonna have ourselves a fuck, eh stud?” Adam’s fingering got more insistent as he stretched me, and then I felt the cold intrusion – it had to be a syringe for a booty bump – and when he released the contents into me, boy was it a doozy. I was a bit shocked at how much it hit me, then reminded myself of the monster that was about to take up residence inside me, and decided I was pleased. I will say, my hole was accepting Adam’s four fingers, then his pierced cock, then his fingers again quite easily. Mack shifted a couple of times to drop the head of his behemoth into my mouth, then returned his hole to my tongue while his own regular boy got him wet and hard while still riding my cock. At some unseen signal, they all shifted places. Adam and Danny moved to either side of me, tweaking my nips and stroking my cock. Mack moved between my legs slathering that god-cock of his with lube and anal-ease and staring me down. The rimseat was left empty for the moment, apparently so Mack could watch my facial expressions, and I could watch the fattest cock I’ve ever had before or since enter me. Kieran had come close to watch in fascination, horniness and I think a small amount for fear and horror. Lou was fucking him as they stood nearby, and they were the keepers of the Max Impact and poppers. As I took a huff of the former, I felt the cool metal kiss of Mack’s huge gauge PA part my hole. I reminded myself that I actually WANTED this and let myself relax and open – there was no way I would show Mack any pain or discomfort even if there was some. The peach sized head popped in a bit faster than I think either of us expected and I felt the internal spasm that usually produces, but fortunately, was sucking on the jock that very moment, so I didn’t wince or anything. Mack continued a slow entry and I reached out to grab and squeeze his giant nips, smiling up at him and saying “fuck yes, THANK you”. When he bottomed out at last, again, my hole spasmed for a minute then calmed. I felt his balls swing against my butt and marveled at the sensation of being that freaking FULL of that masterpiece of man meat. THAT’s when I saw Mack smile, ear to ear as he said “you ARE enjoying this! Brilliant! Let’s fuck stud.” Fuck we did, thank god he did not pound me the way I’d given it to the artist and a few others already that evening – I couldn’t have handled it – but then I’m brandishing an average length tool while he was sporting a megacock! To this day, that was one of the hottest fucks as a bottom I’ve had in my life… it was a group scene so it was about 15 minutes of him in me, while Adam and Danny either rode one of my arms, or sat on my face or sucked my own rock-hard prick, while I worked my ass muscles as best I could on the beast inside me. And then to my added pleasure, after 15 minutes of a great fuck, Mack sped up his thrusting and bred me. Awesome. It took a few minutes for me to stand without leg tremors, but by the time I had, Mack had taken my place and presented me with his ass – I’d be the first to fuck him that evening. A bit of chowing down on his hairy daddy hole, then a pause as Adam booty bumped HIM, and I began a slow entrance with Mack reminding me that he was even newer to bottoming than I was. I was stunned. That hole was HEAVEN. I felt like a warm silk and velvet vice had grabbed hold of my cock and led me to the promised land. That 60+ mans ass was one sweet sensation (and now, 15 years later at 57 myself, it still gives me hope!) and I’m still not sure which was hotter, finally bottoming for him, or topping him. I gave him a good slow, twisting, sensuous fuck and he really enjoyed it. We broke after about 10 minutes, and headed for refreshments and the pipes, and a few minutes to piss and breathe. The rest of the evening was awesome. I had my fists in Adam, Manny, Clint, Danny, and the artist. All of them fucked me, and as I said, artist guy Seth ball fucked me and got his cock in with his balls for about 5 minutes too. Lou and Jimmy and Kieran and I switched around and Jimmy and I gave Kieran his first Double Penetration. Jimmy had turned the lights on and opened the alcove at the rear of the house for gloryhole work, and several of us got to blow or sink our asses onto the cocks of the guys who appeared intermittently. There’s a buzzer for the guest to use if the sucker is away for a moment, and there was a grainy black and white security cam that showed the guy or guys out there. I couldn’t wait to tell my hubby that I had sucked off the hot Vietnamese owner of the local Chinese restaurant who had a wife and tons of kids, but whom we had always suspected swung a bit our way. At 6AM we helped Jimmy put some stuff away, and the party broke up – unfortunately earlier than it would have had Jimmy’s partner not been coming home unexpectedly as I mentioned. So as we walked out into the early grey morning several of us were trying to figure out how to finish off our tina highs… more shortly…