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

This is a real life experience of mine that's pretty hot (at least to me!) on a number of levels - first it involves a military guy, a favorite type of mine; second it has a great (and ultimately harmless) revenge factor in it; and finally it took place in my early 20s and was my first encounter with doing T. Though my family was 4th generation New York City on both sides, my parents chose to move to the burbs 15 miles north of Manhattan before I was born (so of course, as soon as I went to College at 17, I went to a NYC university and moved myself BACK there!). Sometime around the time I was about 6 or 7, which would be 1968 or 1969, a feud among two groups of kids in my neighborhood evolved from screaming matches and minor mischief to an all-out "war" - of rotting apples no less - hurled with astonishing accuracy one late summer evening. The combatants included my older brother (now a police sergeant) and most of the other kids of the 13 - 16 year old age group. I was just an innocent by-stander who happened to be considered a prime target by the "bullies" my bro and his friends were fighting. Therefore, one of the toughest kids in the neighborhood, who was also an astonishingly good southpaw pitcher on the playing field, clocked me in rapid succession with an apple to the gut, and then one to the head. I went down like I was pole-axed, gasping to breathe as the wind had been knocked out of me... the result of seeing a little kid down and not breathing broke the battle up immediately and the "bullies" took off majorly chagrined. Within just a year or two, the kid who pegged me was shipped off by his parents to the military to get him under control... Fast forward to 1985. I had just finished a summer stock season and had 10 days before I was due at a regional theater in the midwest for a 5 month run. I had a guy subletting my apartment in NYC through 'til the end of that run, so I really couldn't go back to my apartment for the 10 days. My parents were cool with me staying in my old room in the 'burbs, so I was staying at the old homestead. I was horny - having lived in NYC since 1980 when I headed to college, I was used to sex anytime I wanted it - not just bars, but sex clubs, the Rambles in Central Park, the Trucks in the Village, bathhouses, the Y on 62nd Street, you name it. Back in those days even the burbs had gloryholes in almost every department store... so since I wanted sex and not chat with old buddies at the local gay bar, I popped over to the mall to see if there was any action. Sure enough, the T-room at Bamburgers was hopping - too busy to get anything done, really. I found myself cruising a real hottie - blond buzz cut, 'stache, mirrored sunglasses - screamed "MILITARY"! - and he was cruising me right back. With a jerk of his head to the door, he headed out and I followed. Out on the sales floor he says to me, "got anywhere to go?" and I told him no, I was staying with my parents for a few days. He laughs and says that he was in exactly the same situation! Both of us were very frustrated when he says, "you cool with doing it outside, so long as its somewhere no one could see us?". I told him that was great with me, lead the way. He had taken the bus, so we went to my car and I told him to direct me where we were going. Soon enough, we're headed down the main road my 'rents live on and I say "are we close?" and he said we were. I started to laugh and of course he asked why and I said, "because that green house up there is my parents house..." Turns out HIS parents lived right around the corner - I asked where we were going to play and he asked if I knew the path through the woods behind his house that led to an old cemetery. I knew it well and also knew the abandoned graveyard was not patrolled - it was an excellent suggestion on a warm summer night. He said he needed a few things from inside the house and I said I'd go drop the car back at my parents and meet him on the street in front of his house in five minutes. I dropped off the car and pulled my knapsack from the trunk, stuffing a picnic blanket into it, and returned to his parents house. He was waiting for me with a military rucksack, and I followed him along the side of the house into the back yard and on the path through the woods. There was a moon, so we could see, although everything was in stark contrast. I indicated his rucksack as we walked. "Military?" I asked. "Yep, army helicopter pilot on leave," was the response. "Damn hot" I told him. "You're pretty damn hot yourself, man" was his response. "You grew up to be real eye candy." I stopped walking for a second. "Wait a minute. Do I know you?" He started to chuckle, "I'm afraid you do, but you might not realize its me. I think I've owed you an apology for about 15 years...". And that was when I started to laugh along with him. "See," he said. "You do remember." "Kinda' hard to forget - you pitch a mean fastball..." "I pitch a mean fuck too, but I think I kind of owe it to you to let you start this thing on top..." "Damn straight, man." "Nothin' straight about it...". We both laughed. "So you're... John, right?" I said. "Yep," he said, "and if I recall, so are you?" I nodded as we both continued to chuckle. We came out of the woods at that point and came into the rear portion of the old cemetery. The land was cleared of trees but only a few tombstones were scattered around here and there - the main portion of the graveyard was up a 20 foot slope on the other side of the field. There were hundreds of monuments and tombstones and even a couple of crypts up there. We found a flat likely spot away from the path and screened by a few stones. I threw down the picnic blanket. I let him know that I had poppers and KY in my kit as we sat down. "Cool" he said, and pulled something out of his rucksack. It was a pipe made out of glass, and although I'd never seen one like it, it was not a pot pipe nor a crackpipe. He put something that looked like a big piece of road salt into it and heated it up from underneath with a lighter. "What is that?" I asked. "You not cool with getting high?" he replied. "No problem, I've done a bunch of different things, but what is that?" It being the '80s and having been a club kid all through university, I'd done pot, which bored me; and ecstasy, which made me throw up; and coke, which could be fun during sex, but damn expensive, and faded too fast. I wasn't interested in PCP or anything that would make me hallucinate, and crack was something I was leery of. He assured me it wasn't crack, it was crystal and after taking a big hit himself he leaned over and shotgunned it to me. The vapor was much smoother than any weed I'd ever had (I wasn't then and never have been a cigarette smoker) and it was easy enough to inhale from him. After I exhaled, he held the pipe up to my lips with the lighter underneath and told me to draw slow and steady. I did, amazingly not coughing like I would with 420, and after a few moments, exhaled a pretty big cloud of white vapor. "Excellent," he said. "Now take another big hit and shotgun it back to me." I did so, and the next few minutes were spent shotgunning hits back and forth and making out. It only took a little while for me to feel an effect and I thought it was awesome. "Fuck!" I said. "I thought I was horny before, this stuff has me ready to tear your clothes to shreds!" "Then let's get naked" he replied. We both started ripping our clothes off and tossing them aside - we were screened enough, and I was getting high enough that being totally naked where someone just might see us didn't concern me in the least. Turns out he had a great body (no surprise) with awesome pecs, with the right amount of blond fur all over. He was about two inches shorter than me, so about 5'10" but with that muscled chest he was a bit broader than my ripped but trimmer dancer frame and he outweighed me by probably 15 pounds. Our cocks were basically a match - average in length, but both fatter than normal and circumsized, though his ballsac hung down a LOT lower than mine did - I envied him that! Despite the tina, we were both sporting hardons. We did a few more puffs on the pipe while feeling each other up, then fell down into a 69, both of us sucking cock like our lives depended on it. I remember that cock being so amazing to suck and this went on for quite sometime, but I kept being distracted by little glimpses of paradise beyond his lowhangers. I came up for air... "Damn, I gotta get my tongue in your hole man...". "Yeah, baby," he replied. "Let's take another hit, then get your face in my ass and get it ready for your cock." Out came the lighter, white vapor curled, we puffed and shotgunned a few times and then he lay down on his back and lifted those legs. I pulled my poppers out of my bag. This was the real stuff in those days - amyl - and handed him the bottle. He took a big huff and passed them to me, and I took a huge huff as well. I got the top back on and slipped the bottle back in his hand just as they hit me and I went animal. I slid my knees on either side of him, pulled his legs way up and dove face first into that hairy hole. I was so intent on eating that hot manhole for all I was worth that I felt like I was shoving my tongue and half my head up his channel. He was nearly apoplectic with horniness as he thrashed and moaned under me, muttering "eat me man, eat me..." between moans for at least 15 minutes. Finally, I heard him huff the poppers and he said "Do it now man. FUCK ME!" I lowered his legs to my shoulders and dripped saliva onto my cock. No way I was stopping to find the KY now! He held the poppers under my nose while I did a hit, then returned the bottle to his nose while I slowly but steadily pressed into that butch butthole. Heaven. Between the poppers, the crystal, the fact that he was a hot military dude it was already one of my hottest fucks to date. That's when he pulled the final card. "Do me man! Fuck that hole. Punish me for being the fucked up bully I was to you. Take it out on my hole man - punish me good and make me your bitch tonight." THAT sent me into maniac mode. I literally roared (probably loud enough for some houses back in the neighborhood to hear if their windows were open) and WAILED on his hole. I fucked him missionary, I fucked him doggie, I pulled him onto my lap and made him ride me, then stood us up with his legs around my back and fucked him standing - which if I'd thought about it made us visible to anyone who happened to be cutting through the woods. We wound up back on the ground face to face when I finally blasted him full of cum, an orgasm that in my enhanced state felt like none I'd ever had before. "Now that was a grudge fuck for the ages, man. Way to go!" I remember him saying. "Let's puff up and then its my turn... you'll be amazed at the stamina this shit gives you." He put more rocks in the pipe and we puffed and made out and shotgunned and puffed. Then he had me stand up. "Show me that dancer butt you're going to give me." I turned around and heard him huffing poppers behind me then he grabbed my ass from his kneeling position and dove face into my crack. Locking my knees, I bent forward at the waist, and moaned as that tongue hit my hungry hole. I picked up the poppers and took two hits, closed the bottle then reached back and pulled my cheeks open further to allow his tongue better access. Then utilized my dancer's flexibility by wrapping my hands around my lower legs, sticking my head between my legs and licking and slurping on his balls and the tip of his cock. That set him off and he pulled away from my hole and hissed, "on your back, on your back, gotta fuck this ass...". Happy to oblige, I got on my back, spread and lifted my legs and smiled. He handed me the poppers, I hit them as he was spitting on his cock, and handed him back the bottle. His hard tool brushed my pucker as he took his hit and when the euphoria hit me I practically pulled him into me. No KY for me either, and I didn't seem to need it either (which was unusual for me, who topped way more than bottomed). His cock felt amazing, I'd never taken a cock so quickly, so easily and so comfortably before... the stuff in that pipe was freakin' awesome! He threw me an excellent fuck - as promised - and like I did with him, he changed our position a number of times. He got me back onto my back on the ground and skitched around to pull out the pipe and lighter and we traded hits with his cock still in me. When he put the equipment down he wrapped my legs over his back and leaned in and drove his tongue into my mouth, deeply frenching while he ground his cock in deep, slow, insistent circles in my willing hole and after a few minutes of this mind-blowing screwing, blew his wad into my butt and collapsed onto my chest laughing. When his cock deflated a bit and slipped out of me, he rolled over and got out the stuff to reload his pipe. It was obvious that neither of us was remotely close to being finished with this play session, just like he warned me. We puffed some more and then he smirked at me, "so both our slut holes are full of manjuice just waiting to be licked out man... up for it?". Hell yes I was! We each took a hit of poppers and threw ourselves into a violent anal 69 driving our tongues as far into each other's hairy hole in order to find the nectar there. We were both insane with lust, and loving every minute. We went on for a few more hours, fucking, sucking, rimming, 69ing and each dropped another load or two in the other's willing hole when we realized we probably should draw this to a close. It had to be around 3AM. We packed up and started walking back through the woods. As we walked I thanked him for bringing the pipe and told him I thought it was incredible. "That it is," he replied. "But I gotta tell ya' there's a bit of a downside. You probably won't be able to sleep tonight, but you should lie down and relax anyway... and you'll likely still be horny as hell in the morning. What's your day like tomorrow anyway?" I told him it was totally free and he smiled. "Excellent. I think I know a way we can continue this later... give me your parents number" (Remember, this was before cellphones). He turned aside to go into his house and promised to call me around 11AM. I got home and tiptoed up to my old room, where I basically lay on the bed tweaking my nips, jerking my cock or fingering my hole. It all felt just fine. Just after 11 he called and said he'd "figured it out" and to pick him up at noon at his parents. We drove back to the mall and he had me head to the area where the buses came in. A few minutes later, a bus pulled up and among those getting out was another military looking guy who I was told was coming with us, and that we had a room waiting at the Holiday Inn around the corner. His friend got in the car and introductions were made, and we laughed over us being, John, John and Sean. Sean was a square-jawed soldier, african-american taller than either of us but slimmer in build. While Sean and I stayed in the car around the corner from the office, John went into get keys. He came around the building and signaled us the room number. We waited for him to walk to it and open the door, then I parked and we went over to the room. I pulled my trusty knapsack with me and both of the guys had their rucksacks. Once in the room, John explained that Sean was also on leave, was a fuck buddy of his (though very carefully for both, as they were in active service) and that when Sean was home on leave, he was the one that could supply John, and now us, with those magic crystals. Sean had a water pipe with him which he loaded up and this was even smoother than the small straight pipe John and I used the night before. We puffed and puffed and shared smoke and the clothes came off... Sean proved to have another toned military body, and was pretty much hairless except pubes, eyebrows and head. His ass was beautiful and his cock was long and thin, definitely longer than either John's or mine. We got higher and then got to business, Sean's cock and ass proved as tasty as they looked, and what followed was an awesome three way where each one of us was fucked by each of the others, rimmed and sucked by each of the others, filled with cum by each of the others, and generally had an awesome chem-filled fuckapalooza. Though I had DP'd before as a top, and did so for both of these guys too, I had never had two cocks up MY butt at the same time... but after Sean pushed a few crystals up mine and I huffed on the poppers, I soon was sitting on two soldier's rifles at the same time... freakin' amazing! I was seriously glad that an older buddy had taught me how to be a good fisting top when I was 19 because at one point I had the two soldiers in front of me, on their knees side by side, while I had my whole hand and wrist in each manhole. It was truly awesome. I had done threeways before this in my young life, but none this hot. We played until Sunday morning, when I need to get home and they needed to get ready to finish their leave. Never did get to see either of them again, but DAMN, what a hot weekend, and what a great way to get back at a bully!

Hello everyone, sorry it's been so long and I can't believe how fast it's gone by. This is just a quick update to let you all know what's going on. First and most important is my HIV status. Still proudly Poz, and proudly not on any medication. But even more importantly is I found the loves of my life. I met a Dom in Ft. Lauderdale and was finally able to move out of my mom's house and have been living with Him for 3 years now, but as of last Christmas He's been sharing me with a Dom we met at the clubs who lives in Key West! So I spend my time serving between Ft. Lauderdale and Key West. Both are HIV fetishists and been so incredibly wonderful in training me and introducing me to the world of Kink in Key West and Ft. Lauderdale. as a fertile TPE breeding Puppy (I flag Yellow) As with all relationships it takes a lot of time and dedication, and it's not at all difficult serving 2 Polyamourous Masters! I don't work, Masters are a full time job actually, but do earn money doing parties and as a rent-a-pup in Key West. Both Masters are highly ritualistic, strict, and I have daily routines (from worship to working out, to urine therapy, diet control, reinfection rituals) I've toned up and lost 15lbs because of urine therapy and working out! But anyway if you're in Ft. Lauderdale or in Key West just hit me back here and I'll get you in touch with Masters. They have tons of gear, and I wear my puppy mask and tail (at all times).

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

I'm feeling a primal surge of anger, and I know just how to channel it. This vibe is not for everyone. Tons of respect for the bottoms that absorb all the force I can expend. Older, masochistic and (preferably crossdressing or caged) experienced bottoms are a white whale these days; and I am Ahab. I seek that man who's ready to match my intensity, to meet my rage with his own. I crave the raw, aggressive energy of a passionate encounter, where we can both let go and release this pent-up fury. I want to feel the heat of his body against mine, to hear his breath quicken as our movements grow more urgent. This is about more than just the hookup; it's about catharsis, finding a release for what threatens to consume all my attention otherwise. As I look here for someone who understands this need, who wants to share in this intense, almost violent release. I need to feel present, to feel the fire of my anger transform into something else, something more primal and satisfying.

We talk a lot about degradation. About being used. Dehumanised. Treated like an object. And it sounds brutal, filthy, even disturbing from the outside.But sometimes, being “just a hole” isn’t about being nothing. It’s about finally being enough — exactly as you are. Because in a world where we’re constantly expected to be more — more capable, more composed, more wanted, more worthy — there’s something intoxicating about being reduced to one thing:Use. No pressure to perform. No need to impress. Just skin, heat, wetness — and the raw satisfaction of knowing you’re being used because it feels good for him. It’s not about hating yourself. It’s about being so safe in your submission that you can disappear into it.To be used not in spite of who you are — but because giving him that pleasure makes you feel whole.Because when your body becomes his release… when you’re filled, fucked, dripping, ruined —you’re not worthless. You’re wanted. Intensely. Selfishly. Completely. I want your hand around my throat, your cock buried deep, and your voice in my ear growling that I’m just a hole for you to fuck. Because when you do, I stop thinking. Stop performing. And start feeling everything — raw and real and filthy. If you’ve ever felt this too.. like being used is the only time you stop overthinking — I want to hear it.

K. and I broke up today. It doesn’t feel real, and I’m still so numb about it all, although I can’t say I didn’t see it coming. We’ve been on a break for a couple of days, and I’ve been thinking about breaking up too—not because of anything he did. No. He was always perfect. It’s because I’ve realized that I can’t make him happy simply by being me. I feel like I can be myself around him, but it seems like he’s always holding his breath, describing our relationship as stepping into a minefield or walking on eggshells. It’s a familiar sentence—I’ve heard it before from someone else, too. It hurts because I don’t want to make anyone feel that way, least of all K.. I know I can be difficult at times, but who isn’t? None of us are perfect, and in our own little ways, we can all be hard to love. The real question is whether we’re willing to look past those difficulties and accept someone fully for who they are. Whenever we faced issues, we’d take some time to think about them, talk them through, and find ways to fix them. Sometimes, we’d tackle things immediately; other times, it took longer. But we always seemed to pull through. I thought this would be the same. I thought we’d take a break, gather our thoughts, and come back to each other with clearer minds. I even looked at the weather for the weekend to plan our trip to Chef Hat to buy crockery. I wanted to tell him about my research on the Sun Princess. I thought we’d study together, move on, and keep going. But this time feels different, and I’m not sure why. When he asked me if I was happy, I told him the truth: I was. Despite the bumps in our relationship, I’ve always recovered, put things behind me, and moved forward. I never held grudges because life is too short for that. But halfway through our conversation, I realized that no matter what I said, it wouldn’t change how he felt—about me, about us. So, instead of trying to say the right words, I stayed in the moment. I felt his presence, looked around the room, and thought of all the times we’d sat there together, playing games, hugging, just being. I feared it might be one of the last times we’d share that space, and that thought broke me. There’s something else I need to say: I’ve had so much joy watching K. grow during our time together. When we first met, he was afraid of aging, afraid of what came with it. He was strict with his diet, always chasing a certain look. But over time, I saw those fears ease. It brings a smile to my face to see him embrace aging, to hear him acknowledge his limitations—it makes him feel more human to me. And I’ve loved watching him indulge in food without worrying about gaining weight because, no matter what he looked like, I loved him all the same. I never told him this, but whenever I caught the time 11:11, I made a wish for us to stay together forever. Sometimes, I’d think about him at work, driving, or at home, wondering what he was up to. I wish I’d sent more texts to check in—he must have liked that. It’s something I regret not doing more often. I realized during our talk that he’s been unhappy for a long time, and I care deeply about his happiness. I love him enough to let him go if that’s what he needs to find peace. But admitting that out loud was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Letting go isn’t just about him, though. It’s about me, too. Clinging to the past feels easier than stepping into the unknown. But deep down, I believe we could find happiness together again. We’ve done it before. Why should this time be any different? And yet, I can’t ignore the weight of his unhappiness, or how long he’s been carrying it. I want to respect his decision, even though I want to hold on. I want to handle this with grace and maturity, so I told him where I stand: I want to give us another chance. But I know he needs time to think, to decide for himself what he truly wants. I don’t know what this means for us. I hope he comes back to me, but if he doesn’t, I’ll learn to accept it. There will be nights of crying, waves of anger, and moments of denial. But eventually, I’ll smile back on the great times we shared, and I’ll look forward with my chin held high. We’ve been together for two years, and I know we’re still learning about each other. Relationships don’t have timelines; everyone grows at their own pace. Maybe he’s used to learning about his partner faster. I never thought about our pace at all. I believed we were building something solid, fixing and rebuilding the metaphorical house of our relationship as it changed and grew. Now, I can only hope. And I wait, and I trust in the process.

Another Real Experience - How Big Are Those Cocks? This is another true party story from about a year and a half ago. A long term play buddy of mine on the Upper West Side had started using his large floor-thru apartment near Columbia University as almost a full-time party location and meeting place. Additionally as time went by, he began to also help guys find the potions and combinations that enhanced and ramped up their sex experiences. My buddy Jack was a shorter white guy, with a steel grey buzzcut and goatee - he was around 60, but kept a very muscular body with just a bit of belly - he had a nice cock and a beautiful ass. He still liked to play himself, but sometimes was so busy setting things up and dealing with the guys who came simply for favors that sometimes he could not have the sex sessions he planned... and someone else might benefit from what he'd set up for himself. That's what happened to me that fateful Friday. So one summer friday, responding to an invitation for a play session he'd set up with me the day prior, I headed to his place and arrived around 5pm. Jack figured we'd play a bit early, he'd break for a while to take care of those arriving in the early evening for favors, then begin playing again when he was through - while I could continue with any other guys who happened to be staying for his evening play party. When I got there, he was already mostly naked with some leather, so I also got out my harness, metal cockrings, armbands and the like and pulled on a jock-strap until things really got started. He had two adjoining rooms, the smaller had a daybed type affair and his computer desk the other larger room a very big bed and most of the porn screens. We sat by his desk, puffing on a huge glass bong and shotgunning while we chatted and he let me know some of what was going on that evening to come. He also gave me a vitamin "v", and I started getting hard watching porn over his shoulder as we chatted and puffed up. I needed to piss after a bit (and as we were not yet playing, I didn't think there'd be any issue with me getting rid of a bit) and he said to just make sure I knocked before going into the bathroom as there was someone showering and cleaning up in there. He also told me to take my time as he still had a few IM's and E-mails to respond to before he could take a break. Cool, I thought, I can wait outside if they're shy and show-off if a bit if they are not. Headed to the bathroom on the other end of the apartment - down a LONG corridor past the front door, then through the living room, into the kitchen and then to the bathroom which adjoined the third bedroom located all the way to the rear of this long narrow apartment. I knocked on the closed bathroom door, and heard a familiar voice ask who it was... I called out my name through the door and heard "just a minute, then I'll open up..." While I was waiting, the door to the bedroom opened and Derrick, the guy renting that room from Jack, opened the door naked with a bong in one hand and torch in the other. Derrick was a wiry very white guy with a ripped body, lots of ink and a damn big cock. He was also a very popular DJ and party organizer, and also an escort. "I heard it was you out here, and I wanted to talk to you a second... here" he said, handing me the bong and using the torch to melt the T. As I was shotgunning him, the door to the bathroom opened and he hustled me inside. The occupant was Craig, a 20-something African American guy with a soccer player type body and nice size cock. He was from the same part of the south Jack was from. Craig was a nursing student, and was staying with Jack partly as delivery man, partly as assistant, and partly as fuck buddy. I took my piss as we three shared shotgun hits from the bong. Derrick told me he was glad I was there, because he had set up something for the evening that was really special for Jack, fulfilling a fantasy that Jack had been wanting to try for many years. He was glad I was there because he himself could not stay long (escort clients, you know) and Craig would likely be in-and-out, so Derrick was pleased that there'd be someone with real control there who could make sure the scene didn't get out of hand. Had to admit I was damn curious at that. While Craig pulled out some Testosterone Gel (this was just before they started making an issue about them) and started rubbing some into my muscles and his own, Derrick continued, telling us he had set up a gang bang for the evening with three EXTREMELY hung black top guys. All claimed also to be straight but just liked a walk on the wild side occasionally, especially when lots of party favors were involved. We all took a few more hits off the pipe while we each took turns giving each of the other guys a quick suck and a quick rimjob. We didn't want to leave Jack alone for too long, and Derrick was "working" in a short time, so he headed back to his bedroom while Craig and I went forward to Jack's two adjoining rooms in the front of the apartment. Jack and Craig and I got onto the daybed and sex play got started. All three of us are vers, with both Craig and I leaning more to top and Jack more to bottom. Still in our first round, we totally round robin-ed with each of us sucking and rimming each of the other two, each of us getting fucked by the other two and each of us fucking the other two. A very nice start to the evening, let me tell you... We took a break as John had guys coming very shortly for party favors and Craig was going to need to get things ready for a delivery run. I kicked back watching porn and we puffed the pipe some and a few guys came through... some heading right back out, others hanging a bit to see if they'd be invited to hang for a bit and get into the scene. After a bit, Derrick came into the room with some guys behind him. Derrick announced that Jack's "birthday present" from him was here, and Jack looked like a kid in a candy shop. One guy, Alastair, was a lean lighter skinned Jamaican guy with dreads and a goatee and appeared to be in his 40s; Pierre was a shorter darker Haitian guy who was neither toned nor flabby but was smooth all over and could have been anywhere from 30 to 50; finally there was Alex who was early 20s, very nicely muscular and looked like the All-American College Jock type. And as they stripped down, they all had cocks that were pretty damn big while soft... The guys were given a nice big baggie from Jack along with some vitamin-v. We sat around watching the porn and hitting the pipe hard. At first Alastair and Pierre were really quiet, and I guess to some people a bit menacing. Two of the guys who'd hung around slipped out quietly, while I noticed that the next few of Jack's arrivals didn't even bother staying for more than a puff or two. The three guys prepared points for themselves and the rest of us puffed on the pipe. Craig passed around drinks with G and the guys started to mellow a bit. We were down to the three of them, plus me and Jack, Craig and Derrick - who each would be leaving shortly - and a string bean of a white middle-aged top named Jimmy and a cute Hispanic twink, Rico. The three "friends" of Derrick's started to get hard, and holy shit! I've been a player since I was a teenager, and these were some of the biggest cocks I'd encountered in all that time - almost impossible that three of that size were in the room at the same time. Alex, who did some porn occasionally, had a beauty of 9-incher, and Pierre a slightly longer, and somewhat fatter battering ram that had to be 10 inches. Then there was Alastair. He was slowly fisting a cock that seemed impossibly long - someone whispered "how big IS that thing?". Alastair rather smugly replied "Thirteen inches" to which Jimmy responded "No way." As proof, Alastair pulled from his bag a goddamn TAPE MEASURE to prove it - said he got tired of people not believing him. Sure enough, it was past 12 1/2 inches long - officially making it the second longest cock I'd ever personally encountered. "Satisfied?" he growled at Jimmy, who looked a bit scared. All three seemed to be getting impatient with waiting for Jack to finish up though when Rico tried to go down on one of them he was pushed away. Jimmy and Rico retreated to the daybed behind Jack's computer and started to fuck around. It was also becoming obvious that Jack was VERY upset about some message he was getting on his phone and he started to curse under his breath. The three guys looked a bit pissed and started whispering stuff to Derrick and then Craig who moved over to them to see what was going on. Craig went back and forth from them to Jack. Finally, Craig and Derrick came over to me and began to talk in a hushed tone, while Jack spoke to the other guys. Seems Jack was going to have to go out because he was having some problem with a supplier that frankly I didn't need or care to know any more about. He was taking Craig with him. Derrick was heading to paying clients shortly. So I was left to hold down the fort and make sure nothing went wrong and was given a set of keys to the various cabinets. "And there's something else," Derrick mumbled. It seems his three pals were tired of waiting and wanted to fuck NOW. Jimmy was a top only, and was clearly showing signs of avoiding them at all costs, and they were very much NOT into Rico, whom they found too feminine and girly (odd, for straight guys, I thought, but whatever...). "That leaves YOU," Craig finished for Derrick. Shocked I looked at them like they were crazy. "You want ME to bottom for three of the biggest cocks on the island of Manhattan?" They both nodded. "You HAVE to, or its not gonna be pretty real soon" whispered Derrick. "But don't worry, we can help make it easier." See here's the thing. Yes I do like to bottom, and in fact had griped a few times lately that I wasn't getting any bottom time at the last few get-togethers I was at, but really... I could think of 10 friends off the top of my head who would pay a huge amount to be gang-fucked by 3 super-hung black men, but being the subject of ANY gangbang had never been a fantasy of mine. And any of my fuckbuddies can tell you that although my hole is rather talented when it comes to muscle control, I am tight, and usually take a bit of time to warm into being fucked. Craig got me some G and some K and tossed a sprayer of Maximum Impact on the bed we'd be playing on. The three guys got the points they'd prepared earlier out, and Derrick pulled a tourniquet around my bicep and swabbed my arm. Jack and Craig slipped out quietly, and Jimmy and Rico paused in their play to watch as the three guys administered themselves and Derrick did me. There were several coughs and as I held my arm over my head, Derrick whispered "good luck" and headed out. I was pulled over to the bed and my ride began. On my knees in front of them as the sat all on one side, I sucked on each of those huge cocks - I could deep throat Alex, and Pierre barely, but I could not get Alastair all the way no matter what. I got to rim Alex for a bit and then they pulled me up on the bed and onto all fours. The maximum impact was sprayed on a cloth and I took a huge suck on that blessed cloth. Alastair and Pierre knelt in front of me while my mouth went back and forth between two dicks and two sets of balls. Alex climbed up behind me and I was astonished to feel his tongue give me a rimjob! Then the cloth was shoved under my nose and Alex started to sink his missile into my hole. Thank goodness for all of the chemical assistance, as I was able to take him in with far less trouble than normal. There was a bit of pain at first, and an uncomfortable feeling that lasted even longer but I wasn't in agony or anything. Rico, fascinated by all this came over with the bong, and held it for me to take some huge hits and blow them out on the two cocks I was sucking. After that, I settled into pure pleasure from Alex's fucking. Pierre's foray into my hole was a bit more difficult and he was far from the best top I'd ever had, but I was one of the first male holes he'd ever fucked supposedly, though he had received many blowjobs from guys over the years. Eventually it was Alastair's turn. I booty bumped before he began, along with many more hits on the pipe and more Maximum Impact. And amazingly, it was astonishingly good. He was narrower than Pierre, which helped a lot, and he also seemed to know his way around a man's hole. We continued to fuck and suck for hours, with Alex sitting his gorgeous ass on my face a couple of times when I was getting fucked on my back, and even giving me a little sucking action on MY cock every now and then. His buds did raise their eyebrows a bit when he did that. I also gave Pierre his first rimjob ever, though I could not convince Alastair to allow me to do the same thing. Jack and Craig eventually returned and things broke up. I wound up driving Alex back to his place in Spanish Harlem, and going inside with him. We smoked some more bowls and his cousin arrived during and got high with us - this teenager from North Carolina got quite an education that night, as I wound up sucking and rimming him, getting fucked by him, and briefly allowing the two of them to DP me. Unfortunately, that pushed things a bit too far for my overworked hole and I had to call it quits and head home. My butt was pretty wrecked for about two weeks. I certainly wouldn't have sought this situation out, and I'm not sure I'd ever want to repeat, but I'm glad I experienced something like that at least ONCE in my life. I have actually hooked up with Alex a few more times, and I'm close to convincing him to let me fuck him!

I think it was just after midnight at the bar. I should've stayed home after getting back from my friends, but once I've had a certain amount of alcohol, I get pretty horny and wanted to get laid. I saw him from across the room, he was pretty average looking but looked like he had a pretty great body. I just remember saying hi to him, and the next thing I know we're making out in the corner of the bar. He's a great kisser and he's got one his hands on my ass. His crotch is thrusting into me. My cock is straining against my clothes. The next thing I know we're walking. I'm a little bit tipsy but I try walking as straight as I can without straying too much. I might've stumbled a couple times. I don't even remember getting to my apartment, but I'm sitting on my couch completely naked. He's moved my coffee table aside and is in between my legs, his mouth moving up and down my six and a half inch cock. He looks up at me and I smile it him, it feels amazing. His clothes are still on. Suddenly I'm on my back in my bed, I probably shouldn't have had that last drink. He's kneeling in between my legs again, but he's completely naked now. Great body with sculpted shoulders and abs. He's lubing up a gorgeous cock with my lube. He looks at me as he scoots closer and starts to line up his cock with my hole. "Let me grab a condom," I tell him, and reach into my bedside table. His hands are covered in lube so I have to open the packet. I roll it on his cock and he adds more lube. He puts the head at my hole and slowly pushes in. I'm a bit tight and it takes a minute for him to work completely in, I wasn't expecting to get fucked tonight, I was planning on topping. As he starts to pull back out I can feel the condom move against my skin. It feels clinical, like I'm getting an exam, but it's safe. Two strokes of his cock, he leans down to kiss me, and suddenly I'm face down. Did I just pass out? I feel a tongue on my hole. I look back and he's rimming me. I put my face back down on the pillow and feel him move up and lay his body on mine, his cock nestling in my ass crack. He kisses and licks my ear (did I tell him I love that?) as I feel his cock head touch my hole again. I let out an involuntary moan as he slides back into me. He bottoms out and rotates his hips before starting to piston in and out of me. It feels incredible, he's hitting my g-spot on every thrust and it feels more intimate than when I was on my back. He pulls out a little too far and his cock slips out and slides up my crack. I reach back and grab it and as I put it back to my hole. As it's slipping back I realize, the condom is gone, a raw dick is sliding deep in my unprotected ass. "What happened to the condom?" I ask. "It was making me go soft," he explained, "and I wanted to keep fucking you. You want me to stop?" I tell him no and he wraps his arms around me and starts to fuck me. I wonder if I should tell him to pull out before he cums. I'm on my back again, how much did I drink? My legs are wrapped around his back as he's thrusting his bare cock into my naked ass. I'm jerking off my cock and he leans forward to kiss me. It's electric and my orgasm comes almost immediately. I shoot across my stomach and chest as he continues to bareback me. I should tell him to stop before he breeds me. It's light out. I check my phone, it's 8am. He's on his side sleeping, his muscular back moving slightly as he breathes. I have that have to poop feeling that comes from getting railed so I go the bathroom, do my business, and give myself a quick cleaning. I brush my teeth quickly to get rid of any morning breath. I go back in my bedroom and climb into bed. He rolls over and smiles at me. "Last night was hot," he says and I kiss him. "I actually don't remember much of it," I say. "You didn't seem that drunk," he replied. "Probably why I asked you to wear a condom," I said. "Sorry about taking it off. I just can't stay hard with a condom on," he said. I move my hand down under the blankets to his cock. He's rock hard now. I start to slowly stroke him. "That's okay," I tell him. "Did you cum inside me?" "Yeah, I asked you if you wanted me to pull out but you just wrapped your legs around me and I when I told you I was cumming you pulled me into you," he said. "Damn," I replied. "I wish I could remember seeing your face as you bred me." His hips are thrusting to meet my stroking. I move the blankets back and grab the lube and grease up his cock. I straddle him, holding his cock vertically as I take him bare into me one more time. "Guess you'll have to just do it again," I tell him. He grins at me and as I rise up a little bit he takes over and starts thrusting his raw cock into me again. "I'm so horny in the mornings I'm probably not going to last long," he says. "That's okay, as long as you're filling me with your cum," I tell him. I start jacking my cock and a couple minutes later I feel his tempo speed up. He tells me he's about to cum and I feel my own orgasm approaching. He thrusts up one last time into me and holds it there as I start shooting across his abs and chest. 30 seconds later I slide forward off him and I feel his cum slipping out of my ass. I lay down on his chest in my own cum and we stay like that for a while.

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE – Quebecois Father and Son FF One of the kinkiest experiences I ever had took place at a Fisting Party on the Upper West Side a few years back. Jim, a guy I played with occasionally - but only when his very vanilla partner was out-of-town or occupied - asked if I would go to a leather party with him located near his place. He thought the scene might be a bit much for him alone, but that if I was along, he'd fit in better. Sounded good to me, so with some leather already on, we carted the rest over 3 blocks in our bags, we rang the apartment, and were greeted at the front door by the host, a guy I'd seen at some pnp get-together's before. Our host, Earl was a 40ish stocky, shaved black man, already in harness and ass-less chaps. (I should mention Jim is a tall, thin white guy, very pale with lots of dark hair all over and a long skinny cock). We stripped in a foyer and added some additional leather from our bags – I loaned Jim a vest, leather jockstrap, leather cockring and armbands, and a leather ball cap to go with his construction boots; while I was in chaps, codpiece, harness with chrome cockring, bicep bands on both arms, engineer boots and motorcycle cap. We passed through a blanket hung up like a curtain to enter the main part of the apartment. The main room was set up dungeon style, with two slings, a couple of weight benches, two rim seats and leather or rubber drop cloths over the floor and furniture. There were several lube stations complete with j-lube, crisco and elbow grease, and on a raised table at the far end of the room, several bongs and pipes already loaded. A sharps container rested below the table. Earl, our host had recognized me from other gatherings as well and told me to go get cloudy and “do your usual thing and help get these guys started”. I wondered if my friend Jim realized this was a party with a distinct focus on fisting? Fortunately, my nails were all trimmed. I looked around seeing about 6 or 7 men there already, all age groups, body types, and ethnicities. Jim spotted an old buddy he’d not played with in years and went over to chat. Two guys in latex gear I’d never seen before waved me over to the sheet covered sofa they were sitting on, indicating the large water-bong they were using. Smiling, I came over and they split apart so that I would sit between them. Handing me the pipe and the torch, a melted the product and took a huge hit, held it, then slowly released a huge cloud, one of the guys murmured “mon dieu” as I sighed “Thanks, I needed that…” I told them my name, and they introduced themselves as Claude and Didier. “A pleasure gentlemen, now who wants a shotgun?” The older one Claude didn’t get that but the younger Didier did and indicated his mouth. I took another big hit, held it while giving the pipe and torch to Claude and met Didier’s mouth and exhaled the hit to him while our tongues played a bit. Didier blew out the cloud then indicated Claude with his head, I turned and Claude was in the midst of drawing a large hit himself and with his finger indicated I should come closer, and passed me the smoke in a shotgun. A few more minutes of sharing and blowing clouds and a few more comments and I told them I had to ask two questions, and the indicated to go ahead. “First question. Quebecois?” as I looked back and forth between them, “Yes,” responded Claude, “most Americans would have gone for French first.” I said, “Nah, the accent is different, and you’re both taller than most Frenchmen.” “Second question?” asked Didier with a smirk, noticing how I kept looking from one to the other, obviously scrutinizing them and curious. Both were olive-skinned white guys with a tan, tall, with dark hair on their heads, in Didier’s beard, and nicely scattered on the parts of their bodies that weren’t covered by their matching latex singlets. Average bodies, not gym rats like I was at the time. Long fingered hands, large long feet. And most curious, both had green eyes. “Second question then,” I started. “You two look a lot alike. I mean REALLY a lot as if you were brothers, which would be hot enough to me, but the age difference is too much. Trust me, I won’t be freaked out, I’d be turned on, so how exactly ARE you two related? Or is the fact you look alike the greatest coincidence of all time?” Claude looked around a bit, half concerned, half amused and said simply: “I’m his father”. “Oh shit that’s hot…” I whispered. “Seriously?” They both nodded and laughed at my facial expression. “Damn that’s hot” I repeated. “Not everyone thinks so,” Didier responded as we all looked around “even in a situation like this.” They promised to tell me more after we’d played a bit – they wanted to double team me and I was more than happy. I told them I had to find out more about this, just as the host was passing out loaded points. I looked around to see if Jim was cool with everything and caught him getting his cough and holding his arm over his head after his old buddy slammed him. Jim winked and gave me the thumbs up then started snogging his friend. Earl reached us at that point and asked if I were bumping or pointing that night, remembering I was the guy who always had to drive home. “Didier’s a home health aid in Montreal, he’s really a good admin,” Earl indicated. Since I had a particularly long block of time to play with this event starting in late afternoon, I gsve a nod. Earl was right, Didier was quick and efficient, and I was still finishing my cough when I heard Claude’s similar reaction from doing himself behind me, followed by Didier’s own launching into the stratosphere. The three of us got into a hot make out session of rough 3-way kissing before the two of them each sunk their mouths onto my nips – Claude particularly was turned on by how big they were (or so it seemed from the things he was muttering as he sucked, bit and tongued them). Our hands were all roving all over each other – I was tweaking their nips, jerking their soft but very long cocks, and fingering their hot holes. I was in the center of the couch and both of them got on their haunches on either end of it, their faces meeting over my cock, which they proceeded to lick, kiss and suck, intermittently kissing each other and sucking the other’s tongue. Between watching an honest-to-God father and son share my cock while they made out, and the little blue wonder I’d taken earlier, my cock was rock hard shortly. While they blitzed out on cock sucking and kissing each other I was slipping my fingers into their two hungry holes. I stood up from the couch, and for a few minutes,one rimmed me while the other continued sucking me, and then they switched. Soon I was on the floor in front of the couch, the two of them together in the center with their touching legs overlapping, leaning back with legs raised and holes exposed. I went back and forth rimming one while fingering the other, then switching while spending a while as well on each of their long, uncut ‘saucissons’. For some reason, I found the Dad’s hairy hole a bit more exciting, and the son’s cock more compelling, though telling the difference was a bit tough, as Didier was truly a chip off the old block almost identical to his father Claude. Their cocks got only semi-hard and were mostly soft at this point, but they did get hard later in the event. Unlike most of the pnp parties I’ve been to before or since, this one was unusual in that guys either paired or trio-d up at the beginning and pretty much played with the same guy or guys for most of the evening – though cheered on and watched by the other groups. There was a bit of a “round robin” as all of us fisted the host as he lay back in one of the slings. Then the other sling was free and Claude, Didier and I moved over to use it. It was very hot, when Claude lay back in the sling while the thinner Didier, with the assistance of two solid blocks on either side of the center of the sling straddled his father with their cocks and chests rubbing against each other and two beautiful holes presented to me. For a few minutes, I fucked each of them, bending my knees to access dad, and up on my toes to access the son. Since this was a fisting party (much to Jim’s surprise apparently, though he seemed to be doing well over by the fuck bench, with his arm way up his buddy’s chute while sitting on a large dildo up his own hole. I started playing with both holes and worked on opening them up Didier hopped up to go get the bong while I worked his Dad’s inner paradise – he got handed a bottle of poppers from the guy in the next sling and took a huff as four of my lubed fingers spread and turned in his hole. Didier put the stem of the bong to Claude’s mouth as he took a huge hit and blew a few huge clouds. Then he brought it to me and held it (both my hands and forearms were covered with j-lube so I sure couldn’t hold it) and let me take some hits – he did a few shot-gunning his dad on the last one as Claude’s hole inhaled my whole hand past the wrist. Didier had put the bong back and returned, rimming me a bit as I worked his dad’s hole and using a vibrating plug on my hole. I worked Claude’s hole for a while, thrusting, turning pulling almost all the way out, and after a bit, Didier added a few of his fingers alongside my wrist inside his dad. Claude needed to break, and after we checked that no one was waiting for it, Didier got in the sling. Started the same, opening him up, Claude brought the pipe, we all clouded while I used my fingers to stretch the kid’s fuck-hole. A hit of poppers and my hand shot in. Claude sucked my cock and played with my ass as I got further into his son’s core. Eventually he got on all fours under the sling and with me kneeling on the pillow while working his son’s hole, Claude backed on to my cock. I fucked him (gently to be fair) until Didier started demanding I pound them both. The fisting and the fucking got more energetic, I even got some punch fucking of Didier in before a break was called. We all went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and they began to tell me their story (which I was DYING to know). As they spun their tale to me, we finished washing up and headed back to the couch with a newly refilled bong. I had wondered how this all started and who approached who. It seems son had approached father – seems Claude’s wife and Didier’s mother had started being distant and abusive to Claude and was diagnosed with Early On-set Alzheimer’s. This was 5 years prior when Didier was 19, and Claude 41. Claude was thrust into care-giver mode, and his sex life dwindled to zero, while his libido was still quite healthy leaving him horny and depressed. He was, however, still faithful to his wife and thought a mistress or a prostitute wouldn’t be right, even though his wife could no longer return his feelings. Meanwhile, at McGill his son had discovered the joys of not only gay sex, but gay chem sex. He also saw how miserable, lonely and depressed his father was. Claude had even brought up to Didier when he was visiting home one night after they’d had a few beers, that he was so horny but could not imagine cheating on his wife with another woman. That hatched a plan in Didier’s head. Reminding his father that he needed to break sometime, he got his Claude to hire an Aide for an entire four-day weekend while he went downtown and visited his son in his apartment at McGill. Utilizing the sports therapy massage skills he was already learning – plus a judicious use of some G in a sports drink, Didier got his father in a very relaxed, horny and calm mood. “You roofied your Father?” I burst out. Claude shushed me and told his son to continue. While massaging his recumbent naked father, Didier not only came out to him, but proposed that he would be happy to be the solution to his father’s sexual dilemma – not being female, he suggested that’s not really cheating. Between the G and the skin-to-skin contact and Claude’s overwhelming horniness, he told his son he could see some logic in that, but really wasn’t sure. Assuring that he had ways to help Claude decide, Didier pulled out a glass pipe, filled it with tina, and popped some bareback gay and bi porn on the TV and computer. Even though Claude claims he never really thought about or fantasized about having sex with men, the seduction worked. Soon son was blowing his dad and getting fucked by him and as more time and T went by that weekend, Claude started sucking his son and being fucked himself. He totally fell for chemmed gay sex, and by the end of the weekend a couple of Didier’s buddies had joined in. After that, Didier came home at least a couple of times a week – and since his Dad was already sleeping in his son’s room so the Aides could take care of his wife in the master bedroom, it didn’t arouse much suspicion when Didier and Claude would spend the night together in the same room, and though they also got high frequently, the did their best to keep it really quiet! Eventually the wife lost all memory and abilities and was moved to an institution for round the clock care, at which point Claude moved into Didier’s apartment which was closer to the extended care hospital than his original home, and allowed father and son to continue exploring their pnp limits. Both of the men being ass-infatuated, fisting naturally followed. Though both were versatile, both actually preferred bottoming, Claude even more so than Didier. Depending on the gay crowd you were with, they were either the scandal or the darlings of Montreal. Having hydrated, cleaned up and re-upping our high, we blew a few last clouds and got back to hole play. They got on their knees on the couch and we did a “Chariot Race” with me having an arm up each ass, fisting them simultaneously while they kissed and made out like crazy. One would fist the other while I either fucked them from behind, or fisted them, and again, they’d switch. I was fucked by both of them when they got hard finally and they helped me open my hole with toys, fingers, plugs and an anal pump. We’d break and shower off a bit, then return to the party room to have a rim circle and blow a few clouds. After they each slammed again, I was able to fist fuck Didier with two hands, then pulled one out as his father put his hand in with mine. I did the same with Claude, only with him I could have both hands in and Didier slipped one of his part way in as well. Astonishing… especially when Didier whispered in my ear “and to think, not long ago that chempig was a straight married guy… technically STILL married”. I almost shot hearing that! We played for 11 hours and I had to get going, thanking our host many times and offering to kick in for the favors, which he refused. I bid farewell to my hot Quebecois pervs, hoping I’d see them again (never did, unfortunately). Jim walked me out as he was heading home as well. He was really glad he came but didn’t think he’d do it again – he thought he “went too far” and was concerned if he did this too much, sex with his vanilla partner would pale too much. And, he added, it was a bit too much for his own limits. “Were those guys you were with REALLY father and son?” he asked. I nodded, “yeah on one break they took out their passports, they sure were.” “I don’t know,” Jim replied. “That’s kinda hot, and kinda sick to me… I guess I’m just not as debauched as you are…” I gave him an elbow to his ribs and hopped in my car, parked in front of his place on W85th. “Nah,” I said as we both laughed and he headed to his building. “But you WANT to be!”

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

t’s not about hating myself. It’s not because I have “daddy issues.” And it’s definitely not because I’m broken. I crave being degraded because in that moment—when I’m on my knees, mouth full, body aching—I feel more than I do anywhere else.More wanted. More filthy. More honest.There’s no pretending when I’m being used like a cocksleeve, called a whore, spat on, pinned down, and told I’m nothing but a hole. That’s not shame. That’s freedom. Freedom to be fucked without limits. Freedom to stop performing “pretty.” Freedom to be the dirty, needy little thing I actually am inside. When he laughs at how I am just a little “pussy", I get from the word slut, my hole clenches. When he spits on me and calls it “affection” I melt. When I’m told I’m only good for being bred and ruined, my whole body lights the fuck up. Degradation doesn’t humiliate me—it releases me. It strips away the surface-level niceties and gives me permission to belong to the desire. To him.I don’t want to be worshipped .I want to be wrecked. Feral. Fucked. Forgotten until I’m needed again. And if he makes me cry in the process? Even better. I’ll thank him with my mouth full.

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

Near Home—March, 2024 I got a text from Braydon, the cubby younger man who loves taking loads and has developed a new passion for rimming me. He wanted to meet. I had a fairly open schedule. He wanted some time for licking my ass, so he wondered if we should play at my place. I thought that a good idea. But we also both enjoy involving others in our fucking, so then he wondered if we should go to the bookstore. I thought that was fine, too. In the end we did both. We went to the bookstore that day—and made a date for the playroom in April. Our bookstore adventure was on the last Friday of the month. We met there just as a lunch crowd was beginning to thin… I go into the straight theatre. I sit in the back row, in the cocksucker’s seat, though I guess I won’t be doing much of that today. There are a few men sitting in front of me. I pull out my dick. Just as it is getting fully hard, Braydon comes in the door. He goes right to the floor and starts giving me head. It feels great. I sit back and let him work on me. The door keeps opening. Two different men, both who have sucked me in the past, step into the room and leave when they see my dick is already in use. The door opens a third time. It is a man I don’t know. He is close to my age, much shorter, and rather handsome in an offbeat way. He wears an ear piece and microphone. He is happy to watch, leaning against the wall next to me. His trousers tent. Soon his dick comes out. Short but fat. He strokes. “Show him what you can do,” I tell Braydon. He obediently crawls from between my legs to in front of the stroker. The man allows Braydon to take his cock into his mouth. He sighs as Braydon begins working his tongue all around that big cock head. I go to the floor. Braydon is on all fours. His pants come down easily, revealing a jock and his hairy ass. It is too low for me to rim his ass—so I just stick my cock into him. The guy getting sucked loves the added visual, and, I imagine, my thrusting pushing Braydon deeper onto his dick. The sounds of our rutting fills the small room. A guy from the front row comes back to watch and stroke. He is thick set and younger than Braydon. I watch him stroke his dick, a cock that is just a little shorter than mine. Braydon senses it, too. Soon, he is going back and forth between the two men with his mouth as I fuck his ass. I fuck him until my knees are screaming for me to get up. I pull out. Braydon stands, still bent over, the younger guy back in his mouth. I fuck him again. “That looks so hot,” murmurs the younger man. “You should try his hole.” I don’t need to say anything else. He’s ready. I pull out and Braydon moves around to lean on the seatbacks of the chairs in front of us. His ass ready. The young man approaches. His cock slaps Braydon’s butt cheek, then disappears into his hole. “Fuck…” groans the guy. He begins to fuck. It’s over almost instantly. He groans and stops thrusting. You can see each spurt of cum going into Braydon register on the young man’s face. He slowly pulls out. I am on my knees. I lick the last drop off his cock head and thrust my face into Braydon’s ass crack. As I felch the copious amount of cum, I hear the guy with the earpiece get off behind us. I stand up. “I’m gonna fuck your load deeper,” I tell the young man, who is still standing there, as if in a trance. I plow into the now slick hole. It feels terrific. I also notice that another man, who was sitting way down in front of us, has moved to a side seat so he can watch us. I offer him Braydon’s mouth, but he just wants to watch. I get a good look at him. He is mid 40’s and a gym rat. His arms are huge and veiny, his chest sculpted. The t-shirt is so tight you see all the definition. His cock is average, but very hard with the show in progress. I fuck in the cum and he strokes. The door opens. The shaved head guy who usually sucks me comes in and gives the muscle guy head. I guess he doesn’t just want to watch after all. He eventually stops the guy, who gets up, rather put out. I go over. I lean down and stroke his wet cock. It erupts in my hand. He watches me smear his load onto my cock. “You know where this is going…” I tell him as I walk back to Braydon. I fuck a second big load of cum into Braydon’s greedy mancunt, as the guy who gave it, moans, kneading his wilted cock… * After a long felch, we take a break. We go next door into the gay cinema. It is empty. Braydon sucks me and rims my hole. I am in an awkward position, sitting on a chair with my ass tilted to give him access, with one leg up on a chair. He licks my balls, my hole, my entire ass crack. The door keeps opening. Men wander in, see what’s happening, and leave. All cocksuckers—but none comfortable enough to come suck me as Braydon rims me. I finally call a halt. I fuck Braydon, with him kneeling on a chair seat. His ass is still creamy from the two loads earlier. A man who I’ve fucked (and has joined Baydon and I in the past) comes in. He is thickly built with a shaved head. He sits and strokes to our fucking. We break. Braydon goes to suck the other guy. I sit and watch but just for a moment. A young man comes in. He knows me. He comes over and says hello, with a slight foreign accent I can’t place. He looks vaguely familiar, but I don’t know what we did together. He is likely mid 30’s, tallish and gangly. He sucks my cock. I suck his uncut one. All while Braydon sucks the thick set guy. I stand. I put our cocks together in my two hands and stroke them—so the undersides rub together, still coated with our spit. Braydon gets up off the floor and onto the chair seat, his ass looking inviting. “Do you fuck?” I ask the guy in my hand. “Do you want me to fuck him?” he asks. I lean in and whisper “Fuck him and breed his ass for me. I want to eat your load out of him—and fuck in it.” He grins and pushes me gently out of the way. He moves behind Braydon and slides into him. The thickset guy gives Braydon his cock to suck. I stand, stroking and waiting. The foreign sounding guy is a good top. He fucks him with authority. And longer than I expect. Braydon is groaning around the dick in his mouth. I walk around the three of them—so I can enjoy seeing Braydon used at both ends. And the guy in his ass erupts. He shoots and shoots, holding onto Braydon’s hip. He stays in him for a long time. I kneel by the side. He knows what I want—and he is just letting his cock calm down a little before he pulls out. Finally, when he does, he sticks it in my mouth. I clean him of his cum, mixed with the other two loads. and Braydon’s delicious ass juices. “Lick out his ass…” moans the guy, as he squirms in my mouth. I leave his cock and bury my face in Braydon’s crack. I slurp the mixed loads. I push some back into him with my tongue. I could felch him forever. I make myself stand up and fuck. I slide in. His hole feels incredible with the three loads. I fuck him hard and fast. I groan and in moments Braydon has four loads deep in his hole… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Using Braydon, the Cumslut April 16, 2024

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

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.

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

Not my MOST recent, but I was playing with a group during the winter at the very large apartment of a couple I know down in Jersey City. It was still fairly early and though we had been doing some puffing on the glass cock, we were waiting for their candy man to arrive. In the past whenever he'd come during a party, he had his girlfriend with him and one or both of the hosts would meet him on the stairs and no one else would ever see him. I was surprised to hear steps coming up from the lower level, and Tom my host escorts this stocky good-looking Cubano guy into the video room on the top floor, then calls me in because I needed this guy's help. Seems the candy man had a fight with his girlfriend and broke up, so he came upstairs this time. Introduces himself to me as Victor and pulls out his glass pipe, loads it up and passes it round - says "SHIIIIIT MAN!" when he sees the outrageous sized shotgun hit I give Tom - and asks me for one. I asked him was he sure, and he told me we didn't need to lock lips or anything. I did and each time the pipe came back to me I did it again. And each time he held me longer and pulled me closer. Tom encouraged him to "get comfortable" so he pulled off shirt, shoes and socks. Looking at the porn, seeing the guys two rooms away naked and fucking (the apartment is a railroad flat with rooms one after the other in an old corner building, my friends love a bit of window play for the gay guys across the street to check out what's happening) , and Tom and I in jocks and harnesses, Victor shortly dropped his jeans to just his grey boxer briefs. There was a big package in there... Victor mentioned that gay guys had it so much easier when it came to sex, he sees this all the time wherever he delivers and is jealous of how much fun we can have and how OUR partners don't have a problem with us fucking someone else, in fact they like it. Tom says, well, why not have some fun here tonight and no one has to know - it won't make you gay, especially if you just want to get your rocks off. Victor asked whether or not we'd feel degraded or something if he just let us service him, but we told him "not really, so long as we all know it's just for fun". He said he was game but needed to start slow. Tom told him I'd be the perfect one to ease him in, and went to let the other guys know what was happening. Now in these party situations where we're playing with favors, I mostly wind up topping as I still get hard, and get bummed when I don't get to bottom at all... so, I knelt down, pulled the briefs down and started to suck on a very thick, brown, uncut spud of a cock. He liked it, a lot. We fired up the torch and I blew clouds around his cock, his balls as I tongued them, and even blew some up his hole when I gave him his (presumably) first rimming. Then, having greased my hole as he loaded the pipe, I sat down on his cock, facing him while he took more hits himself, going all the way to his lap in one motion. This he REALLY liked and frankly, so did I. After his surprised cough, we kept exchanging shotgun hits of white clouds, but then he really started to kiss me - deep and wet and long. I worked my butt muscles and he started to really pound up into me, shortly howling as he blew a load up my hole... AWESOME! I don't get seeded very often, so I was really hot over this - I mean come on - a straight "candy-man's" load? Seriously? He actually came into the bedroom and got into the group a bit - let everyone suck him and rim him, he fucked a few guys, kissed a couple and even sucked a couple of dicks for a short bit. He blew another load up my butt with me on my back with my legs over his shoulders, then had to leave. He thanked us all for a good time, and decided it probably wouldn't be his last! As it turns out, it wasn't - he's been back a few times...

Back at our apartment the 3 of us got startef while Ben was organising drinks and party favours. Brandon and Michael wasted no time with their tounges down my throat, kissing and licking my neck while they stripped naked and stripped me down to my jockstrap. Both in their late 30s their muscular and hairy bodies were in stark contrast to my smooth and slender frame. They pinched and twisted my nipples while I buried my face in their hairy armpits working toward their nipples with my mouth till I was on my knees. Both had on cock and ball rings. They took photos of me as I took turns sucking Brandon's 8" x 6" cock and Michael's 9" x 5" cock then my bf joined in too. I could taste their precum when the 3 of them throat fucked me before they placed me on the ottoman face up with my arms holding back my legs back with my knees by my shoulders. The 3 of them sat on the couch stroking there cocks and talking dirty and nasty about my slutty hungry boy pussy that needs to be used, sloppy and wrecked. They had me begging for it. Brandon said " you're bf told us that you have a load in your hole," "Yeah" "Push it out slut" I noisily pushed out a huge dollop of cum and bum juice into my fingers and smeared it round my hole and licked my fingers as instructed. I pulled apart my asslips with 2 fingers exposing my pink meat and noisily pushed out the remaining goo. Ben told Brandon to shove his cock in my ass and fuck me then Michael while I cleaned Brandon's cock. They switched from my ass to my mouth every half minute a dozen times before Ben told them to stop then shoved a butt plug in my ass. "Take him to the bedroom," Face down ass up Brandon and Michael took turns punching the base of the butt plug which sent spasms through my body. They were impressed and admired my gaping hole when they removed they plug gently circling my asslips with their fingers and tounges. Ben gave them a lubed 10" x 8" dildo that easily slipped into my hole and gently working it's way into my second hole. The slow shallow thrusts gradually got faster longer and rougher. They pulled it all the way out and all the way in slowly gradually increasing the intensity to hard and rough. They took turns fucking me and filled my hole with cum when they double fucked me. They felched my hole and shared it. I rimmed their hairy holes. Watched me fuck myself with that dildo and my fists. They took turns on my hole but their larger hands could only go knuckle deep. They sucked on my asslips and rose bud and bred 4 more loads deep into my sloppy wrecked boy cunt. When they left my bf fucked 2 loads inside me while talking dirty about me and my sloppy wrecked cunt and telling me that I belong to him. I agreed with everything he said.

Grand Rapids—March, 2024 Fucking Keshawn was explosively fun. So much so, that I was still horned from it the next day. And I knew a trip to the bookstore wasn’t likely to give me what I really wanted: more ass. I looked a little online, but nowadays I really like to go where there are men looking. I decided to go to the bathhouse. I’d had a good time on a Friday night the last time with Osvaldo, so off I went right after dinner… I check in. A younger attendant is on duty tonight. We chat a little as he finds me a towel. I change at my locker. Jock, boots and wristband, with the towel hung over my shoulder. I do the tour. It feels like it is a more relaxed energy in the place tonight. It is not as crowded, but there are men. And they are looking. I open the sauna door and go in. A balding man around my age is here, sitting on the lower bench. We nod as I throw my towel on the higher bench and sit down on it. I think that he may be one of the men who gave me head in the sauna the last time I was here. Whether he is the same guy or not, he is on my dick the moment I get settled. He’s good. Very wet and no scraping of teeth. He moans each time he takes my full length down his throat. He pulls off me, looks at my wet dick and offers me his ass. “I just walked in. I will find you a little later for that.” I am getting pretty warm from the dry heat, so I nod to him once more and take off. I shut the door—and sex is happening right outside the sauna. A young Black man is bent over a stool. He is being fingered by white man my age. Another younger man, white, is jerking to it. And the fourth man is the Italianate man who checked me in. The young man, bent over and getting probed, is not comfortable. The attendant suggests we all move to the sling. I go along. The attendant gets him in and puts one ankle in the stirrup. I do the other—making the attendant smile at me once more. “Oh, fuck…” the guy in the sling groans. I can really see him for the first time. He has a great shock of unruly black curls. And his chest is a field of tightly corkscrewed hair. He is lithe and slim with a nice size cock. At the moment it is just hardening up. “Who’s going first?” asks the older man. “Go ahead,” says the attendant. “You seem ready.” And he is, with a condom rolled over his smaller than average dick. I offer lube. The guy covers the latex and pushes into the bottom, in one push. The young man groans, not in pleasure. It’s too much too fast, but the older guy just keeps on fucking. He pulls out. The young man goes next. Also condomed. The way he interacts with the older man suggests they are a couple. His dick is a regulation six incher. Bigger than his daddy. He fucks the young man, but more because it’s expected of him than for any real enjoyment. He pulls out. “Do you want a condom on me?” asks the attendant. The young man in the sling, now fully erect and stroking, shakes his head. The attendant also borrows my lube. He has a great dick, over seven inches. The young man gasps as it goes in. He closes his eyes and jerks faster and faster. The attendant gives the young man a great fuck. He pulls out. He turns to me. And sees my dick, fully erect, for the first time. “This guy’s even bigger,” he tells the bottom. I go to my knees and begin licking the fucked hole of the young man. It’s just as hairy as his chest. I am in heaven. The young man is squirming. The attendant slaps his cock on the young man’s chest. I hear the wet thud as I keep fucking him with my tongue. “Eat that ass,” he says. I stand up. It’s a blessing we have fucked him in ever increasing cock size. He groans as I worm my way in. He’s damn tight. But his ass instinctively opens for the invader. I fuck him slow and evenly. He strokes faster. I watch his face register every thrust of my cock. His eyes roll up. I am afraid he’s going to cum, so I pull out. The attendant comes around for round two. The couple wanders off. I have a very straight looking young daddy type on his knees waiting for me. He cleans my cock, groaning at all the ass juices his tongue finds. The attendant sinks into the young man. It’s all over. Cum is covering his hairy chest, clinging to the curls. The two of them leave as I continue to let the handsome young daddy clean my cock… * I go find sauna guy. He’s still there. I fuck him for the first time tonight. Until it gets just too warm in there. He loses points when I pull out and he doesn’t clean my dick… I wander. The rooms all have doors closed. I can hear sex happening behind some of them. I find an attractive older man jerking, watching porn. We jerk together. But he has no interest in anything more. I wander. Back at the sling a guy in his late 30’s is in the sling. White, with a shaved head and a nice toned body. His long, thin dick is rock hard. I eat his ass. I fuck him. We have a nice connection. He loves my raw cock and asks me repeatedly for my load. I tell him that needs to come later. I pull out. He cranes around the side of the sling so he can taste his ass on my dick. I let him slobber on it and then fuck him again. He cleans me up once more and asks for a break. While it is said in banter, I tell him I will load him in an hour’s time. He grins… * I find a man who recognizes me from a party so long ago that I remember no details. (15 years before the blog.) He sucks me in an odd way, pursing his lips, barely taking me into his mouth. Then he turns around and sits on me. But he is not clean—I can tell it the moment he starts moving up and down my shaft. I sigh, disengage and stalk off to the restroom… * I see shaved head guy, who I promised to breed. It’s close to time and things are winding down. But he has attached himself to a cute cross dresser. They go off to his room. On a later walk around, I hear through the door that long thin dick of his put to good use. I find my first cocksucker now on the fuck bench. I sink into him again. This is much nicer. He’s supported by the bench and we aren’t baking in the sauna. I pull out. He whirls around and cleans my cock. Good man, I think. It makes me go to my knees and eat out his hole. Fuck, why haven’t I done this to him before? His ass lips are puffy and luscious to suck on. He groans and mumbles as I tongue him. I can’t be sure, but I think he’s loaded. I stand up and fuck him again. Hoping to see if I can pull out some cum for him to lick up. He hangs onto the bench. I love that he doesn’t need poppers to take the pounding I am giving him. I pull out. Another hot session of ATM. I lick his even puffier asshole again. “Fuck me. Harder…” he grunts out. “If I do, I’ll cum in your ass.” He moans. I enter him. Roughly. I begin a fast fuck. “You want my load?” “Yes.” “Yes…?” I leave it hanging. “Yes, Sir! I want your load, Sir!” And that does it. I shoot. Rope and rope of jizz into his ass. I stay in there a long time, marinating in my cum. Slowly, I pull out. Careful not to bring it all out with me. He spins to clean. “Balls first.” He licks them, lovingly, savoring the juices slopped on them. My cock calms down. I move my hand to indicate he can now clean my dick. He takes me, ever so carefully into his mouth. My full, softening, length, licking every inch clean... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse Friday: Hot Mouths and Hairy Asses April 6, 2024

To my mother, the most resilient person I have ever known. My mother—beautiful, soft-spoken, friendly, and someone who could swing a broom like a sword—is the best person in the whole wide world. She, along with my father and sister, migrated to Australia when I was four years old. They barely spoke English, had nowhere to live, but somehow, they managed. Her marriage with my father lasted just shy of thirty years. We weren’t the stereotypical American family you see on TV, sitting around the dinner table talking about our days. No, we were more of the kind that cleaned our bowls of rice and disappeared into our own rooms. I wouldn’t say I was close to either of my parents, but I loved them very much in my own quiet way. My father was a kind and reasonable man with a short temper. In the years leading up to their divorce, something shifted in him. It was subtle at first, but to my mother, it was anything but. She endured violent outbursts—sometimes physical, mostly verbal. My sister and I didn’t know how to help. We were children, untrained for these kinds of things. I think my mother endured it all to keep the family intact. Being a single parent on minimum wage would have been impossible. In 2018, while working for my parents at their restaurant, I started noticing things. My father would take breaks from his work as a chef to talk on the phone, his voice suddenly soft and sweet. I thought it was a relative from Vietnam. I remember sitting in my room one day when he asked if I wanted to have coffee with him. It was such an odd suggestion—we never had coffee together. He said he wanted to tell me something. I declined. A few days later, my sister came home crying. She told me what I had feared: my father was having an affair, and he had a child with another woman. My sister said she was going to tell Mum. A part of me wanted to stop her. I wanted to keep the secret because I knew once it was out, everything would change. This perfect family I’d fantasized about would be over. Sure enough, my sister told my mother. I will never forget the look in her eyes when she came home that day—lost, broken. She didn’t cook dinner. She didn’t clean the house. She sat on the phone with someone for what felt like hours, and when she returned, her eyes were puffy and silent. Sometimes I would find her lying on the couch, tears streaming down her face. And I regret to say that I walked away. I didn’t know how to comfort her. I was angry that she wasn’t strong enough to hold it together. During the pandemic in 2020, my father moved back in for a time. My mother cooked for him, for me. My sister had already moved out with her husband. For a while, I thought we were happy again. She cared for him like old times, and I let myself believe that everything was going back to normal. But when the restrictions lifted, he moved out, and we returned to being a household of two. A few years later, I found an old photograph of my parents on my mother’s bedside table. It was framed, sitting there as if it belonged. I thought it was strange and told my sister, who agreed. To this day, I wonder why she kept it there. Maybe she missed him, or maybe she valued the relationship for everything it was—the joy, the sorrow, the pain—all of it. Today, she laughs and smiles often. She’s still single, and I think she’s made peace with the idea of remaining that way for the rest of her life. It saddens me because I want her to have someone beside her, a companion. But she’s not alone. My sister, her three grandchildren, and I are always close. Still, I catch her occasionally talking to her friends about how my father mistreated her, and I wonder if she has truly healed. I think about my own breakup and the days when the emotions are overwhelming. In those moments, I think of my mother and her strength, how she moved forward despite the pain. I don’t discount my own sadness, but I take comfort in knowing that time dulls even the sharpest of wounds. I might not fully understand her pain, but as I grow older, I hope to understand more of it and, in doing so, become a better person.

Like most of my hookups, I met Drew at one of the bars. We hit it off chatting at the bar and when we decided to call it a night I walked with him to his apartment since it was on the way to mine. When we got to his place he invited me up for a glass of wine. He had a tiny little studio in an old building, and he just had a kitchen and dining table with mattress on the floor. He poured some red wine for us and suggested we sit on the mattress as it would be more comfortable than the chairs he had. We were flirting quite hard and by the time we had gone through half a glass of wine we leaned into each other and kissed. We set our wine down and really got into it. After a couple minutes of just kissing it got really hot and heavy our clothes came off quickly and suddenly I had this hot guy with a build like a Nordic skier and a 7 inch cock on top of me grinding into me. He flipped around for a sixty-nine and we sucked each other for several minutes. I was absolutely in bliss feeling the attention he was giving my cock while having his perfect cock in my mouth. Suddenly he pulled off of me and rummaged around beside his mattress. I was on my back when he found what he was looking for, a bottle of lube. He got in between my legs and lubed up his cock and put it to my hole and started pressing in. He sank his raw cock all the way into me and then started kissing me and slowly rocking his hips. “Wow, you like it bare,” I said. “Yeah, sorry, I don’t have any condoms. I can stop if that’s not cool,” he said. “No, it’s okay,” I told him. “It feels better this way.” He wrapped his arms around me and started humping into me, occasionally kissing me with our tongues dueling. After a couple minute he suddenly shuddered and dropped onto me with a big sigh. “Yeah, you can cum inside me,” I said. He looked up at me. “Oh sorry, should I not have done that?” “No, it’s cool,” I told him. “That’s what I want when a guy fucks me bareback.” He pulled out of me, that perfect dick still rock hard. “You want to fuck me?” He asked. “Hell yeah,” I replied. He lubed up my cock and held it straight in the air and straddled me and with the tip touching his hole, he sank down onto my cock until he bottomed out. He rode me that way for a few minutes before getting on his hands and knees and letting me fuck him doggy style. After a couple minutes like that he flipped on his back and put his legs in the air. I sank back into him and fucked him until I blew a load into his ass. I collapsed on him and we cuddled for about an hour when we showered and I got dressed and left. A couple years later I was cruising grinder when I saw him on there. I messaged him and asked if he remembered me and he did. I was hella horny remembering his cock and was hoping to ride it. I noticed on his profile he was poz. He ended up inviting me over and we caught up for a bit until we finally started kissing. The clothes came off fast and I told him I can’t wait to get that cock in me again. I got on my hands and knees and he got behind me, working some lube into my hole. I saw him grab a condom and start to open it. “You don’t need that,” I told him. He looked at me, “you know I’m poz, right?” “Yeah, but undetectable, right?” I asked. “Yes.” “Cool, fuck me raw until you cum, and make sure you shoot that load as deep as possible. Also, can you film yourself entering me?” I asked. I pulled a small video camera from my pants and handed it to him. He agreed, and filmed as his bare cock slowly penetrated my unprotected ass. “I’m not going to last long bareback,” he told me. “That’s fine. Keep filming until you cum and pull out.” A couple minutes later his speed increased and suddenly he was dumping his raw load into me. I remember watching the video back and seeing his unsheathed cock back out of me, with a few drops of semen dribbling out after. Somehow I lost that recording.

Chicago—February, 2024 (The piss party continues. If you haven’t, you might want to read Part One.) …The pisser moves his stream so it plays on my cock as it fucks into him. The heat of the piss is wonderful. I fuck harder, if that is possible. The sound of piss splattering to the floor, of the fucking and of four men moaning fills our little corner of the bar. I pull out of Hairy Blond’s ass. He swivels from sucking the attractive older man’s large dick, to cleaning me off. He savor’s all his ass juices on my cock. I even manage to give him a brief blast of piss straight into his mouth. He swallows hungrily and we all go our separate ways… * I hang out by the sling. An older man, sporting a piss-stained white jock, finds me there. “I watched you fuck those guys in the sling.” I nod. “Up for one more?” I nod. He kicks off his flip flops, stepping into the pool of piss that is collecting under the sling. I get him into the stirrups, his feet dripping. I hunker down to eat his hole. He ass lips are pronounced and engorged. He’s taken a lot of cock in his life. I suck his twisted pucker into my mouth. They engorge easily. He moans and does poppers. I can’t stop tonguing his hole. But I do. I stand up. I watch the head of my dick part his ruined hole and disappear. I tell him how hot it looks. My cock going in makes him piss himself, right as I bottom out. I fuck him hard. I am hopeful someone will hose us down, but it doesn’t happen. He finally tells me he needs to stop; his leg is cramping. I get him out and he hugs me, thanking me profusely… * I look around the room. And smile. TGWT is bent over, sucking the same attractive older man that Hairy Blond did. I go over and fuck him as he does it. The suckee and I grin at each other. Once again, he enjoys the extra ‘push’ of my fuck, so his cock goes even deeper. I pull out. I swear I need to piss. I aim for TGWT’s winking hole, but it doesn’t come. Instead, I go to my knees and lick his wet pucker… * I wander. A handsome Black man, with a large cock, is fucking a 40-something guy in the sling. I idly watch and tank up from my water bottle. I would like to be the next one up this guy, but the bottom is not taking anyone else up his ass (or, it turns out, in his mouth.) I move behind the screens hanging to the side. I watch a regular, on his knees, drinking an arcing spray of piss. As much goes on his chest as into his mouth. Next to them, a young man is being fucked by a much older man. “Piss my ass. Piss my ass,” he keeps mumbling. I can’t tell if he gets his wish. I move around. Two men are kneeling in front of a third. He is pissing. First in one guy’s mouth, then the other. Back and forth until he runs dry. Then the two on their knees kiss each other and begin licking the stray piss that coats their chests. I work back towards the sling. I see Hairy Blond bent over. The Black guy with the large dick is entering his hairy ass. I go over and stroke to the fuck. The dick in his ass is not as long as mine, but it is significantly fatter. It is an incredible turn on for me to see Hairy Blond’s hole stretch around this cock. They fuck—Hairy Blond doing poppers. It’s a hard, ball slapping fuck. Suddenly, the Top stops, standing stock still. I wonder if he’s cumming. I can think of nothing better than fucking Hairy Blond with a load from this man inside him. But I’m not quite accurate. The Top groans and says “You want me to piss your hole?” “Yes,” mumbles Hairy Blond in his popper haze. And the Top unloads in him. It seems to take forever. I step closer. Our eyes connect. He smirks at me, then hefts my cock grinning as his piss must be slowly stopping. “You should do him next.” “I will. If you let me clean your cock.” Now he out and out smiles. He pulls out, his ebony dick wet and shiny in the light from the television. I go to my knees and clean him up. He tastes delicious—his piss and Hairy Blond’s ass jizz. I swivel slightly and plant my mouth over Hairy Blond’s hole and begin to lick. “You dirty pig,” laughs the Top. I am amazed I don’t even get a trickle of piss on my tongue—it is so deep inside Hairy Blond. I slowly stand up and slip into Hairy Blond’s very puffy pucker. I fuck him. Now I feel the piss on my cock. I am incredibly turned on. “You want more piss?” I ask between my teeth. He simply grunts an affirmative. I let go and give him everything in my bladder. The Top holds on to me as I do it, his hand cupping my balls as I unload. It feels an incredibly intimate gesture in this flurry of carnal abandon. Slowly, I begin to fuck, churning the two loads of piss together… * The party is beginning to wind down. Lots of men are pissing on the guys kneeling in the wading pool. I find Tall Guy With Tats. “You ready for that piss fuck I promised?” He is. We go to the sling. He gets in, his long legs resting on the chains. I eat his hole once again. I am so hydrated now; it feels like I have as much in my bladder as I did for Hairy Blond. I am just about to stand up and fuck when a man, who has watched us all night, saunters over. “Piss?” he asks. “Fuck yes,” TGWT answers. “Cover me.” I expect the guy to aim at TGWT’s chest. But he aims it right at his cock. It sluices down the ass crack I am tonguing. I get harder and harder as the torrent of piss keeps coming. I slurp piss and use my tongue to get some into his ass. I finally stand up or I’ll drown. I enter TGWT hard and strong. The guy splashes his never-ending stream up on TGWT’s chest and then he concentrates it on my fucking dick. “Fuck my piss into him!” I have never seen anyone, ever, piss for such a long time. It will not stop. TGWT is now jerking his dick as the stream splashes up on it. I have to be fucking pints of it into his ass. Finally, the guy runs dry, looking very pleased with himself and with how much we obviously loved it. He takes off, with a wet slap of his hand into all the piss pooling on TGWT’s stomach. I begin fucking in earnest. I know I’m going to blow my load. But I want to piss fuck him first. “Do it,” mumbles TGWT, reading my mind. And I begin to piss in his hole. It’s a long one, for me, but not anywhere near as long as what this other man did. I begin moving is his ass, still pissing. I churn it. Some piss splashes back on me with each backstroke. I stop pissing and just fuck him. “I am so full. So damn full of piss…” he groans. I go to my knees. My mouth seals around his ass lips. He knows what I want. He pushes. I get a trickle of piss from his ass. He pushes again. This time, I get a mouthful. I am stroking myself like crazy. And I am there. I stand up and begin shooting rope after rope of jizz into his pissed out hole… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Chicago Piss Party, Part Two: "Fuck My Piss Into Him!" February 27, 2024

"Hey buddy, can you help with a load today?" My phone's Snapchat pinged. It was 6:30 in the morning. That message was code for a fuck bud list I'd created. I'd posted the codephrase to stay discreet in small town America for horny guys. So some new buddy was horny. "Hey man, I sure can. I'm 41yo 5'8 150# 7c white married dl ddf. When?" I shot back my stats, my dick pic and ass pic, as confirmation that my buddy had the right Snapchat. "Today. 32, 6'3", 230, discreet white, bi, STI/HIV neg. 7.5c" Along with that message came a pic of hairy dick with a big vein down the shaft. Mouth watering nice! "Nice. I can't help now. Does 4pm work?" I quickly replied. "Where?" the fuck bud shot back. "The XXX XXX hotel on XXX. I'll grab a room for checkin." I replied while checking hotel prices for the day. "Send me the room #." Several minutes passed as I quickly booked a room. "Booked. Room ##. I'll message you by 4 when I'm there." "K. Be naked and blindfolded on your knees." 🤤😲 "Yes sir. I'll message when waiting for you." --- 1 week later. "Hey buddy" The message came from last week's tall, verbal throat fucker. The time was 3pm. I was just getting off work "Hey man, working another load?" I asked. "Yup. Got a big load to dump." the buddy replied. "Np. I'll look for a room. BRB." I quickly replied and started looking at hotels. As I booked the hotel and was typing a reply, the buddy message again. "Your ass clean?" Oh I knew where that was going. I quickly fingered my hole, and remembered the emergency enima that I carried in my car. "Yea my ass is clean. Room # at the ###. Suck your cock hard 1st?" "OK. I gotta make this quick. Pump n dump?" "... "Yes sir. I'll be ass up on bed. Dump your big load n go. No chit chat" "Fuck yea. Parked. Crack the door." 4:10pm was that message. "Damn you're tight." "Shit I'm close already." "Dump that big load man." When the door slammed shut from buddy zipping up and leaving, the time on my phone was 4:15pm. "Great fuck man. Hit me up next time you got a big load." --- Several weeks went by and I thought the anon tall buddy had moved on. "Hey buddy" Message came in at noon again. "Hey what's up?" "Need to use that hole again." Damn, he called it a hole. Which hole though? "Np. I got 2 holes you can use." "Horny af. Just need to bust." "I can squeeze you in today. 4pm?" "Perfect." "OK booking hotel. BRB. ... Room ## at ###." ... "Parked. You ready?" "Yup. Door cracked." I got on my knees and strapped on the blindfold. I heard the door open as buddy walked in, heard him drop pants, and I reached up for his hairy cock. His cock was already swelling up. "Shit I'm getting close." I paused from sucking his cock and blurted out, "Fuck. OK." I then got off my knees, reached for the edge of the bed, crawled up on the end, and bent my bare ass over. Buddy said nothing. I felt the tip of his cock against my pucker. Then I felt buddy shove his cockhead through my scinter with a pop, he moaned, and then slide his whole shaft up my hole. He sighed. I thought I felt a shutter through buddy's body, and a quiet "fuck" from behind me. Buddy started furiously rabbit fucking his raw dick into my hole. "Dump that big load man." ... Heavily breathing. His cock still pulsing in my hole. "Oh fuck" ... --- "Hey buddy, can you help with a load today?" "Hey man, I sure can. I'm 41yo 5'8 150# 7c white married dl ddf. When?" I also attached my cock and ass pics, as before. "I'm 25 5'8 180# mex 7c ... I got your Snap from a friend." He also sent a fit chest pic down to his pubes, but no cock pic. "Nice. Np. I must have helped your friend bust a few loads." "Yup. He told me he fucks your ass." "Yea. Ass or mouth. Whatever helps you bust." "My friend said your hole is clean and tight." "It is." "Fuck yea. I need to fuck some ass." "This afternoon work?" "Yea. Where at?" "Room ## at hotel XXX on XX. Let me know when you're heading over" "OK. 3pm?" "I work till 3. Earliest is 3:30pm" "OK. Pump n dump cool? " "Np. I can wait ass up for you." "Fuck yea. My friend says he doesn't last long in your tight ass." "He dumps quick." "Balls deep?" "Yup." "Fuck! I'm rock hard now." "Don't bust your nutt now, hehe" "I won't. ... You get fucked a lot?" "No. I'm bi and married with no sex at home. Just like to help a buddy out. You?" "Between gfs here. Getting some ass on the side." "Fuck yea man! Nice. When you last cum?" "Wanked 3 days ago. When my friend last fuck your ass?" "A month ago. He cums as needed." "So I'll message you when I'm checked in." Meanwhile, I broke my rule and message the tall bi friend of the mex. "Hey buddy" "Hey" he said "I'm at work" "Sorry. Your friend message me to drop off a load today." "When?" "He needs 3:30pm. You up for swinging by?" "Yea. Message me at 4" Back to mex "Be there in 10mins" "Parked. I'm rock hard" "Nice man! OK door cracked." "Be ass up on the bed. I'll slide in to your hole." "Fuck man" and he grabbed my ass cheek. I reached under and grabbed the mex fit jock's dick. It was rock hard like he said. "Damn youre rock hard." "Yea. I won't last long." "No prob man. Pump n dump it" He slide all the way in and starting jack hammering. It was too fast. "Here it cums! Up your hole!?" Before I could answer the rhetorical question, the dude was dumping. He let out a loud oooohhhh a huge moan. Along with a hard thrust to dig his dick in deep. "Fuck!" "Fuck yea man!" I encouraged Several thrusts and moans while his raw dick squirted more cum up my hole. "Damn" he panted. "That was a big load" "Yea" he panted. He slide his cummy cock out of my hole. Slapped my ass. "Thanks man." Zipped up and left. "Hey buddy" "Hey, your friend just left." "He fuck your ass?" "Yea. Said he needed to fuck some ass." "Nice. Dumped his load up your hole?" "Yea. Balls deep when he came." "Hot. I'll swing by and use your hole again." "Fuck yea. Room ## at the ##." "Be there in 15mins. Be ass up waiting for my cock." I heard him walk in on the phone. Heard his deep voice for the 1st time. "Yea I'm grabbing it on my way home. The small ones, yes. OK. Bye." He hung up the phone. "I can't stay long." "No prob man. Just butt that nutt." Then I felt a finger slide into my cumhole. "Damn that's wet." I reached out for his hairy cock, he moved nearer to let me wank it, and I felt it swelling up. Unlike the last times, he tall bi buddy had not arrived rock hard and wanting. Buddy get finger my cumhole until my wanking got his cock harder. Then he walked away to the edge of the bed near my ass. I thought I was going to feel his cock but instead felt his tongue probe into my cumhole! That tongue quickly exited my cumhole so it must have been too cummy for bi buddy, hehe. I reached back and felt buddy jacking his dick hard at the sight of my ass. "Spread your cheeks" he orderd "Yes sir" I grabbed both cheeks and spread them apart, getting close to my red pucker. I heard his hairy balls slapping against his hands, and his cock was close to my ass but I could not reach him. "Open up your hole" he ordered I pushed my hole so it would gap. Some of the mex friends cum dribbled down my leg. I peeked through the bottom of my blindfold to look behind me and saw the tall bi buddy's hairy muscle legs leaning into my ass. Then I felt his whole hairy cock slide into my hole. He stayed balls deep, moand, and uttered, "Fuck that pussy feels wet." "Yea?" I rhetorically asked. He did not pump. I knew he must be on edge. So I decided to use my as to milk his cock. I started reverse thrusting back on his hairy cock. "Shit I'm close..." he blurted. I kept verse thrusting faster until I heard my ass cheeks bounding against his waste. "Oh fuck" he grabbed my waste and pulled in balls deep. He let out a deep groan, and I felt his cock pulsate. His raw cock squirted 3 times as he sighed heavily. Buddy's phone pinged 2x. Guess that wife/gf was messaging about that errand. If only she knew that his raw cock had fucked and filled a buddy's ass. He whipped out his cock, whipped it with the towel. "Gotta run. Thanks" --- "Hey buddy, can you help with a load?" came a new Snapchat. It was 6am. "Hey man, I sure can. I'm 41yo 5'8 150# 7c white married dl ddf. When?" "Nice. 38yo 5'10 200# 6c white muscle divorcee drug disease free." He sent a faceless pic of his ripped chest. I sent a pic of my butt. "Great ass. I heard you take loads." "Yea I'll milk out a load for a buddy." "OK. I need discretion. Anon?" "I'm discrete here. I can be blindfolded or face down." "When?" "I'm free after work on weekdays and some weekend mornings." "Tomorrow morning?" "Sure. I'll look for a hotel. BRB" "Send room #. 7am?" "Room ## at XXX hotel. 8am is earliest." "OK... my gym buddy said he bred your ass." "Who?" gave description of the mex friend "Yea, he swing by after work and fuck my ass." "Nice. Who else fucks you?" "His friend swings by after work to dump a load." "His stats? He fill your hole?" I gave the stats of buddy, and "yea, I'll suck him hard 1st. He dumps his load up my ass, then runs home to wife." "Nice. I need a regular cumdump." "Totally. Both my holes can milk your cock" "Message me in the morning when you're ready. Wear a jockstrap, sneakers, and ball cap" "OK" --- the next morning "Hey, I'm at hotel and ready." "Hey, good. On my way. I'll need to be quick" "OK let me know when parked. I'll crack the door so you can walk in." "OK. I need to be in & out. Quick pump n dump?" "Fuck yea NP." "Great. Be there in 20." 20mins later. "Parked. I need to head out soon. No chit chat. Have your ass up" "Fuck yea. I'll be ass up waiting for your cock" 8:05 am was that message I heard the door creak open. Then pants drop to the floor. I took a peak behind my ass to see 2 smooth ripped thighs walking towards my ass. Inbetween them was a 6in pecker that was hardening up between the divorcees vigorous wanking. Divorcee muscle spread my cheeks, shoved a finger up my hole, and I moaned. I reached for lube and tried lubing my hole while his finger fell out. He grabed the lube from my hand and I heard him squirt it on his dick. He tried to shove his hard dick in my hole, but it went high and missed. He adjusted my ass lower and shoved his raw dick in all the way. Like a good athelete, the divorced muscle fucked like a machine. He rammed his pecker in and out of my hole fast and to ryhthem. His dick size meant this immediate, hard pounding didn't hurt my hole. My cheeks made a lot of butt slapping noise. Finally the fucker made a moan, pulled my waste in against his waste, and thrust in balls deep, and stopped. I felt his cock pulse. He stayed motionless but I heard him breathing heavily. I left out a small whimper knowing his load was filling my ass. As I was enjoying the feeling of my ass being filled with warm cum from the divorced muscle man, his cummy cock slipped out of my hole. I heard him whipe off his cock with a cloth. "Thanks" I heard a deep quiet voice say. I heard his pants got back over the muscle legs, shirt on, keys rattle, and door slam. 8:09 I checked my smartphone. Quick pump n dump defined! "Great ass to fuck n fill". I heard Snapchat say. "Thanks man. I'm sure that took a big load off." --- And so the local fuck buddy group started. Each fucker knew about the other but never tag teamed. They each wanted to be discrete. I never figured out why divorce muscle never tag teamed with 20-something mex jock. Anyways, for months I was these local guys cumdump. Some trends developed. They always had some excuse for not fucking long. Thing like "I got to run" or "horney but not much time" or "quick". They rarely got as much cock sucking as I wanted, and I only once got to swallow the bi married buddy. Each one's excuse for little time was added with "quick fuck". And for these quick fucks, they always wanted my ass up and face down. They would always worry about the time. "Is that OK?" or "Wish I could stay". I reassured them that a quick fuck was fine. To reassure the buddies, I asked how big their loads were. Well I'd asked how long it's been since they last shot off a load. Bi married buddy went for upto a week without cumming. Mex jock would wank almost every other day. Divorcee muscle fucked pussy, may loaded up via the pill. When they messaged, I would ask how long it's been. If it'd only been 1 or 2 days, I'd beg that they save up 1 more day. I'd tell them that waiting feels better, which is true; but secrely I also liked that really big 1 week loads. But I knew that each of these guys just wanted a cumdump. Instead of quickly jacking off before work, or at the gym, or in a stall; they would remember that theres that cumdump ass that would feel warmer. One exchange with Mex jock went: "When you last bust your nutt?" "2 days ago" "It'll feel better after another day." "Unless I get blue balls." "Blue balls only happen if your edging" "I'm not edging" "Give it 1 day. Bigger loads feel better" "OK" "I'll message you tomorrow." Sure enough, his eruption felt bigger in his moans and the warm feeling in my hole! Bi married buddy was a Minute Man. Sometimes a couple pumps in and I would get a balls deep thrust, and a flood of his cum filling my hole. I (accidentally) got a quick view of him parking one time. Handsome tall American Joe type with beard and ball cap driving a big Ford truck. I'd get closeup of his hairy beefy legs when he did start with a blowjob. He was always verbal and commanded me around the room. I always appreciated his huge loads even if they were quick. One time, he came back from a 1 week vacay and desparate. "I need to drop this load off. Horny af" "Yea you do man. I don't know a hotel that will check me in right now." It was 7am. "I know a place. Storage place closet." "What about cameras?" "No cameras in the closet. People go in the closet only weekdays." So I bent over a shelf in the storage closet. 5 mins later. Bi married walked up, I dropped my patns, he dropped his pants, shoved his dick in, pumped a couple times, let out a deep loud moan. I felt a HUGE 7 day load fill my hole with warm. He pulled out, zipped up, and walked out the closet. I followed about 5mins later. "Thanks man." he chatted. It was rare for him to thank me. "Definently. That was a huge load to dump." "Yup. Later." Mex jock threw mean, quick fucks. Always a minutes or 3. I never got to see his face clearly but felt his tight thighs and arms. Probably a soccer player from the shoes and pants that he wore. He always asked when his friend had dropped by. Anytime bi married dropped off a load, I would message his Snapchat. Half the time he would somehow find time to cum over and add his load to my ass. And his friend would sometimes ask too. Divorcee muscle was always a workout. He lasted the longest of the buddies. I got to suck his cock the most, and the size of his pecker felt the best in my mouth or up my ass. He always asked when the mex jock had last fucked my ass. So he must have got turned on from thinking of me as a local cumdump. For months, the divorcee went MIA. Then I got his message on a summer weekday morning. "Hey buddy" "Hey what's up?" "You still taking loads?" "Yea. I'd milk yours again." "Nice. When were you fucked?" "Last week. Your gym buddy swung by last week for pump n dump" "He fill your hole?" "Fuck yea man. Fucked and filled it." "I need to dump this load deep in your ass. You up for it?" "Fuck yea. I got to check 'the plumbing' and hotel. BRB" "You can meet me at my rental. It's empty this weekend." "OK. Where's it at?" "Address is XXX" "OK I can be there in 30mins" "Great. Park in front of garage. Bend over workbench in garage.

Harvey was a tease. I met him when he was 18. My friend was trying to get with one of Harvey’s friends and we ended up going back to their place. My friend ended up hooking up with the other guy in one of the bedrooms and I sat talking with Harvey on the couch in the living room. He was a slender, blonde twink with soft features and great lips. I found out he was a total bottom. He straddled me on the couch and ground his ass on my crotch. “I bet you wanna fuck me,” he said. “Of course I do,” I replied. “Unfortunately that won’t be happening tonight,” he said. He didn’t say why but I told him it was cool. Then he leaned down and gently kissed me. His lips were perfection. The kiss was soft and gentle, he didn’t use his tongue for the first minutes, but then slowly introduced it. I have never gotten closer to cumming from just a kiss. We must have kissed for nearly 30 minutes before my friend came out from the bedroom and we left. I saw Harvey every couple months over the next year or two and he would always throw his arms around my neck and give me those incredible soft kisses. I was so ready to fuck this twink but he always had some excuse for not going back to my place. One night I was walking from one bar to another when I saw him approaching from the other direction. “I was hoping to see you tonight,” he said. “Why’s that?” I asked. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and showed it to me. He grabbed me by the hand and led me to a parking lot in the next block. We went behind a van that blocked us from the street and he started kissing me. He unbuckled my belt and opened my pants and took out my rock hard cock. “Wow, I should’ve let you fuck me a long time ago with this thing,” he said before using those gorgeous lips to suck me. He did that for about 30 seconds and then took the condom out and rolled it onto me. He stood up, turned around and started to undo his pants. And then his phone rang. He looked at it and said he had to take it. It was one of his friends needing to leave. He said he had to go and I told him I could be quick. He smiled, gave me a kiss and squeezed my cock and walked off, leaving me with a condom wrapped cock poking out into the night. I pulled it off, zipped up, and went on to the bar. A couple years later it was my last night living in my apartment downtown. I decided to make one more trip to the bars. After a couple of drinks I was ready to leave and I ran into Harvey. He gave me one of those soft kisses and asked where I was going. I told him I was going home for the night and he asked if he could walk me. I said yes and we went back to my place. I invited him up. My place was empty except for my mattress and a couple boxes that I had moved out to the living room. We sat on the mattress and he kissed me some more. “How come you never fucked me?” He asked. I was incredulous. “You never wanted me to,” I shot back. “Guess you never tried that hard,” he teased. “Well I’m going to tonight,” I told him. He stood up. I figured he was going to walk out being the tease he is, but he turned to me and started unbuttoning his shirt. He did a slow strip tease for me, finally pulling down his pants to reveal a tiny jock strap covering his cock. He pulled me to my feet and stripped off my shirt and pulled my pants and underwear off in one go. Those gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock and he sucked me for a few minutes before laying down on his back on the mattress. I got on top of him and we started kissing, my cock sliding over his jock strap. As we kissed I pulled my hips back enough to let my cock fall between his legs and down to his crack. I started gently thrusting as I lifted his legs slightly so my cock would come in contact with his hole. I started to push inside but he squeezed his legs tight around me to stop me moving. “You have to rim me before you fuck me,” he told me. I flipped him face down and spread his cheeks apart and dove in. I ate him out for nearly 5 minutes, getting his hole wet and loose. I moved up his body so my cock nestled in his ass crack and started slowly sliding the head of my dick across his asshole as I kissed his neck. After a couple strokes I let it settle at his entrance and started to push in, only the spit from my rim job and my precum providing any lubrication. I felt the head slip through his sphincter and then felt him clench hard. “You have a condom,” he asked. “I don’t think so,” I replied. “Too bad,” he said, bucking his hips slightly so I slid out of him. “Listen up you little cock tease,” I snapped in his ear. “I’ve been waiting to fuck this ass for years and if the only way I’m doing that tonight is bareback, then I’m lubing my cock with spit and fucking you raw until I cum deep in your ass. Then you’re gonna wait on your hands and knees while I watch my load drip out of your hole.” I was mostly joking of course in my own teasing way, of course I’d only fuck someone bare if they wanted it, but then I heard: “yes daddy.” I moved up to his head, put my cock at his lips and grabbed his hair. “Get me wet,” I ordered. He spent a few moments slobbering on my cock occasionally encouraging me to hold his head as far down on my cock as I could. I was a bit surprised as he’s always so tender when we kissed, I didn’t realize he liked it so rough. I pulled him off my cock and he looked at me and said “fuck me, and don’t be gentle.” I took my soaked cock back to his hole, put one hand on the small of his back, the other on the side of his head pressing him down into the mattress and slid balls deep into him. He moaned in pleasure. I started pounding him ruthlessly with my bare cock. He kept telling to go harder and I kept increasing my thrusting. Suddenly I stopped with my cock deep in him and started tonguing his ear. He started bucking his hips trying to get some movement going. “Beg for it,” I ordered. “Breed me daddy,” he moaned. “Fuck me until you cum.” I pulled out of him and flipped him over on his back. I put his legs on my shoulders and sank my uncovered cock back into him and started my relentless fucking again. He took my hands and put them at his throat, not really my thing but you gotta make your bottoms happy. I had him almost folded in half as I choked him and kissed him. I was quickly running out of stamina from fucking so hard, but I could feel my orgasm approaching. A few more thrust sent me over the edge, my semen flooded into him. I collapsed down on to him. “Fuck I love being bred,” he said. “I love breeding,” I told him. “Now get on your hands and knees.” I pulled out of him with a squelch and he got on all fours with his gaping ass pointing at me. I spread his cheeks apart as he flexed his hole. After a few seconds I saw the white of my sperm appear at his hole, followed shortly by a blob of it sliding out and down his ballsack. Fucking hot. I smacked him on the ass and cuddled him to my chest. We spent the next 30 minutes gently kissing. He left after that.

Grace is something that has always fascinated me, like a dancer moving across the stage, effortlessly, efficiently, their feet barely touching the ground but still moving, always moving. How is it possible for something to be so quiet, so fluid, yet so deliberate? This topic captivates me, and I’ve tried to bring that same grace into my life. I practice it in the way I move—swift but calm, like a dancer, not to be confused with swift but deadly, like a ninja. It’s in the way I set the table, or even just put something down. The trick is to move quickly at first, then slow down in the last couple of centimeters, so the plates or cups land softly, without a sound. When I’m stressed, there’s always this tendency to rush, to fumble, to move too fast. To an observer, it must look panicked, unprofessional, and messy. So I remind myself to breathe, to take things one step at a time. And when I do that, I’m always surprised by how the job still gets done just as quickly, but it feels so much better—calmer, more elegant, more me.

Writing has been a part of me for a long time now. I wasn’t particularly good at English—I remember struggling with grammar the most. Like most stereotypical Asian kids, I was particularly good at math and science, and those were the subjects I chose going into high school and beyond. Math only has one correct answer, which comforted me, while there really isn’t a right or wrong answer when it comes to English essays. That often frightened me. When I got my first job working at a yogurt shop, I took it upon myself to write weekly newsletters for the staff to update them on what was happening. I often got praised for the effort by my manager, which went a long way in building my confidence with writing. One day, I decided to do something about my lack of grammar skills, so I went and bought a grammar book—and you wouldn’t believe it, I actually liked it. A lot. It listed rules on when and where to use things like commas, em dashes, and quotation marks, and it helped improve my writing immensely. It wasn’t until I started reading lots of children’s literature, particularly A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket, that I began to understand something important: rules, like most things in life, are meant to be broken. Snicket had a particular knack for doing his own thing, for bending the rules of grammar to suit his style and voice. That was so captivating to me that I began changing the way I wrote myself. I started using more commas—particularly run-on sentences, which are always a no-no in the world of literature—but I love it. I put way too many commas in my sentences. A long time ago, I read a book about mastery that explained how everyone starts off as an apprentice. At some point in your learning, you reach a stage where you’re no longer simply doing what you’ve been told. You can experiment and start changing the course of history with new and innovative techniques. I like to think I’m at that stage now—taking words and sentences and bending them to my will. It’s sloppy at times, and for the most part, I’m sure it doesn’t even make sense. A parent once told me they’re just making things up as they go—parenting, that is—and I feel the same way with my writing sometimes. I’m making things up on the spot and hoping that it sticks, like spaghetti on the wall. And you know it’s good when it does.

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.

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

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

So tonight I go ton Sniffies determined to get laid. It had been a few months and being in a new town I had no regular buddies to call upon. I ended up driving out into the country to a guys house. He wouldn’t allow me in his house. He told me whores don’t deserve the comforts. He took me to a shed out back and had me undress. He ordered me on my knees and I worshiped his cock with my mouth. When he had enough of that he threw me down on the floor of the shed, fuuled me with poppers, spit in my hole and shoved his cock in me. For over an hour he fucked me, degraded me, spit on me, slapped me around, and treated me like I have longed to be treated. I was just an object to him. A fuck toy with two holes for his pleasure and nothing more. He breed me and had me clean his cock off so I could taste our sex. After I got hard again he pinned me down and punished me with each moan. I tried to obey but he set off the pleasure in me . Right before he came a second time he pulled out and painted my face with his wonderful seed. As I was cleaning his cum off my face and feeding it to myself, he yanked me up, told me to grab my clothes, and hauled to the the street naked and used. He had his way and I served my purpose. I have never felt so a peace with who I was as I stood there naked in the night, still oozing off cum, roughed up, and happy. For once again, I knew this was what I was meant to be.

the sniffies app has been successfully hooking me up with breeders filling me up, I don't care about sexual identities as long as your cock is planting a load in my gut. I had a few "straight" guys texting me for follow up fucks which is great usually but a recent fuck demanded to have a sober fuck which is cool if it is organic but I said he can text me another time, i was not sober and he agreed but texted me a couple hours later came over and got spun and planted a load in my gut left and wanted to cum back the same evening which i couyldn't accomidate and set up a fuck for the following day and several texts afterf said he wanted to have a invite to spend the night and have me promise i will not see anyone else. I already explained the vibe is casual. I dunno if I will be inviting him back and his cock is great but feels like it is no longer casual so had to cancel with regret

The next sex addiction meeting was a week later and i arrived late with a douched hole and wearing a cockring. Unlike the week before everyone was seated in a circle, David and Adeel were sitting next to each other and I sat in a chair facing them trying my best to avoid eye contact with them. There were 2 new guys that introduced themselves, an older straight man into mtf and a twunk called Jamie that I worked with at my previous job and fucked when he was a twink. The rest of us updated everyone of our week. I regretted wearing a cock ring as my bulge was looking ridiculously big listening to Dean and Adeel talk about their hook ups, wanking marathons and porn they watched but neither of them mentioned our threesum. Afterwards most of the group stay for coffee, tea and a chat. Jamie was engaged to a guy that was clueless about his sexcapades so I thought not to pursue him for now. I didn't stay long as Dean had left immediately after the session and Adeel was ignoring me until he followed me to the loo as I was leaving. In the cubicle he held me tight to and kissed me passionately. Our hard cocks were rubbing against each other's and our hands were groping and stroking each other. He said how couldn't stop thinking about me all week, his wife was away for the weekend and that Dean was waiting for us outside apartment. Next chapter will be about the weekend

My Playroom—June, 2024 One of the things I love about my life is how men I know keep popping back into my orbit. I had met Keith at the group sex gathering in Grand Rapids. We’d had some excellent sling time there. Then he got busy and didn’t return to more recent group sessions. But he’d taken my phone number. Now, after two, almost three years, he reached out by text. Could we meet? We worked it out and on the first Tuesday of the month, Keith was in my playroom—stripped and ready for my dick… He’s tall. That I remembered. And hairy. Everywhere. Likely slightly trimmed, but not so you can immediately tell. I remembered him as handsome—and he certainly is. He is at least 10 years younger than I am, maybe even 15. His cock stands up the moment I take my robe off. I toss it on top of his clothes that are neatly folded on the chair behind the door. I go and lean against the fuck bench. “Get me hard.” He kneels, eager to do just that. He pulls the fabric back and nuzzles my ball sack. My cock springs to life. “You’re bigger than I remember. Damn!” he grins. And begins licking my piss slit. Soon my whole cockhead disappears into his mouth. His tongue is everywhere—head, shaft, balls. I sigh contentedly as he moves up from my nuts, up the shaft and devours my dripping head. “Let me lick your ass.” I move to let him get on the bench. His gym-built ass is lovey to look at. The cheeks are downy, but his ass crack is terrifically hairy. I kneel and begin to get his crack as wet as he left my cock. He is rock hard as I rim. He is lying on the bench so his cock totally hangs off it. I feel it, swab up his precum with my fingers and smear it on his pucker. Keith groans—knowing just what I’m doing as I drill his juices into him with my tongue. It's one of those butts I could eat all day. But my cock is rampant and needs attention. I lube it up with coconut oil as I lick his crack one more time. I stand. My cockhead disappears inside him. He is pleasantly tight—not too tight. I bottom out. Hold. And fuck. Keith groans and tells me to fuck him harder. I comply. His eyes find the mirror off to the side. He gasps as he realizes he can watch my cock hammer into him. I pull out. Slap his ass crack with my rock-hard dick and enter him again. A little roughly. “Yessss….” he sighs. I fuck him for a long time. When I pull out, I wonder if he’ll want to taste his ass on my dick. He cocks his head, expectantly. And there’s the answer. I move so me can lick me. He does. Every inch of flesh. I fuck him again. He cleans me again. I suggest we move to the sling. He gets in easily. A pig that knows his way around equipment. I kneel and look at his wet ass. I spend long minutes tonguing up and down his ass crack. Finally, I dig into his hole. I let out an involuntary moan—he tastes so damn good. The mix of his own natural lube, the coconut oil and my precum is a heady mix. I make myself get up and move to the side of the sling. We kiss, sharing his deliciousness back and forth. I go back and lick his ass again. “Share it…” he murmurs. I do. A longer, involved kiss. This time, when I go back, I enter him and we fuck. I point up to the mirror above him. His eyes go there—enthralled at seeing his hot ass being plundered. I speed up the fuck. The frame creaks. The chain ends smack the poles. It’s a noisy fuck. And it ends with my cock in his mouth. He slobbers over my shaft and sends me back to drill him again. Another loud fucking. Another cock cleaning. This time with a kiss after it. I take a drink from my mug of tea. It’s still warm. I take another sip and hold it in my mouth. I kneel and let it run down his ass crack. He groans. I lick it up. I take a sip from the cold water I’ve brought down for him. I do the same thing. Keith loves the temperature change. I lick it up as well. I stand. “Fuck me!” he groans out. My cock slaps his tight ball sack. Piss erupts out of it. It sluices down his ass crack, clinging to all the hair. He groans, telling me that is so hot. “Poke some into me…” I do, with the last few drops I have left. I lick up and down his crack, swallowing down all my piss. I stand back up and fuck him. Hard. Using him for my pleasure. His cock, which has been only semi-hard in the sling, stiffens up again. “Breed me,” he mumbles. “I want your load.” It feels a little fast, but my cock tells me I could shoot. I pull out and go back to eating his ass. Keith strokes his cock. I spit and drill it into his now pliable hole. His ass lips are slightly puffy. I massage them with my tongue, making him stroke faster. I stand up. I enter him, a little roughly. I fuck with long, hard strokes. “Cum in me,” he moans. That sets me off. I fire my load deep into him. I feel each shot from my dick, magnified by his tight hole. I grab the frame and stay there, marinating deep inside. “Don’t pull out…” He is jerking his cock. I am going nowhere. In moments, he shoots, his ass squeezing down on me with each blast. His cum pools between his hairy pecs… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keith Watches His Ass Get Plundered June 17, 2024

My Playroom—May, 2024 I got home tired, but safely, after the huge IML piss party. I went to my meeting on Sunday and found there were about 3 and half minutes of it that applied to me, but I did meet some of the people I will be working alongside. I also heard from the beautiful young man. He had remembered FelchingPisser and sent me his phone number on BBRT. In moments we were texting and he seemed turned on by the idea of my asking to post his ass pics with the write up. I wonder if he is reading this now…? By Monday, Memorial Day, I was ready for sex again. I thought about Teddy, the man I was often using as a cumdump at the bookstore. He had reached out a number of times to meet at the house, but it was always so last minute I couldn’t make it work. Today was a holiday, I wrote to him, did he have time? Did he want to bring his boyfriend? He was working but was sure that he would get off early. He would keep me posted. Well, he worked late. He took a co-worker home to another city. Then he drove home to clean up. The boyfriend wouldn’t be coming—he was in a mood. Finally, Teddy was ready to start south. By the time he’d get here, it would be far too late in my book. But I had napped in the afternoon. I wanted to unload. I told him to come along. It took longer than he guessed, but finally he was at the door… He strips off in the playroom. I realize that this is the first time I’ve seen him fully naked as we are always at least partial dressed when he’s bent over in one of the cinemas. I think he works outdoors from the tan line on his arms. He is a tall man, likely early 40’s, with a little extra weight on him. I am naked but for boots and the very fragrant piss party jock. I am lying on the bed. He kneels, now naked but for socks, between my spread legs. His warm tongue licks the jock. I tell him where it's been. He loves the idea of wet, group sex. He pulls aside the fabric and swallows down my half hard cock. I erect in seconds, making his throat feel full. He come up for air and begins working his tongue over every millimeter of my dick. Up and down and in the piss slit. All around the balls. Under them. Halfway down my perineum and up again into a deep throating of my now drooling cock. He is in no hurry. I relax and let his mouth explore me. He licks me all over one more time. This time he’s a little closer to my asshole with his tongue on my taint. Once again, he swallows me down and milks my dick with his throat. We move to the fuck bench. I don’t think he’s been on one. I help him get in the most comfortable position with his knees farther up the bench, to lower his ass. He settles in and I kneel behind him. I feast on his warm ass crack. His hole is open and ready. I stand up—and slide in. He gasps. “It feels different here,” he pants. “Better.” I hold a long time and begin to slowly move in and out. Faster and faster. His eyes are riveted to the mirror on the side wall where he can see me and my cock plowing him open. “Like that?” I ask. “Like seeing yourself be used?” He mumbles an affirmative as he opens the poppers I have given him (a bottle left by another trick.) I fuck harder and harder. I stop and pull out. “Bring it here, sir,” he pleads the moment I am out of his ass. I walk to his head and offer my wet cock to his waiting mouth. He cleans me up, groaning in pleasure and lust. I rim him. I fuck him again. He cleans my dick. I do the ‘leave a lot of spit on it, I’m not adding any more lube’ routine. He blisses out as I sink back into his ass… * We go back to the bed for another round of him licking my balls and sucking my cock. This time his tongue grazes my asshole. “Do you want to rim me?” “Please. I’ve always wanted to…” I get in the sling. He kneels and feasts on my hole. He tells me he rims his partner before he fucks him—and prefers his tongue in his asshole than his dick. It’s fine by me. He is good at it—and his love of it is communicated with every movement of his tongue. I lie back and watch him work in the mirror above. We change places. He relaxes in the sling, once he decides to use the stirrups. I eat his hole. I fuck his hole. He cranes around to clean my cock. Once he does, I turn and let him give my ass another lick, too. Then it’s another round of fucking. His hole feels like he might be able to take two. I grease up the egg headed dildo. It goes in easily—but there is no way I can add my cock with it. I fuck him with the toy and then my cock. Pushing one in—then the other. Over and over. We take a break for water. I pull out the rimseat. He’s never been on one. He loves the spread of his hole on my face. He relaxes and let’s me eat him out. I encourage him to ride my cock and come back. This is slightly awkward for him, but he does. I love how my dick reinvigorates all his ass juices. “Can I eat your ass on this thing?” We switch around. Now he really understands the spread of the seat and how much deeper his tongue can snake into me. He can’t get enough—but it’s getting very late now. I know that if I don’t breed him soon, I won’t be getting off. We go back to the sling. I lick him briefly—and fuck him a lot. I am close, but can’t get over the edge. I pull out and eat his ass again, jerking furiously. I stand up and fuck. And I’m there. I fire into him. Not a huge load, not a ‘every nerve on end’ load, but just a nice ‘thanks for the fuck’ load. The moment I pull out and bring it to his mouth to clean, his hand snakes down and feels the wetness of his hole. He cleans me up—and then he sucks his exploring finger. I ask if he wants to get off. He doesn’t. He goes home, un-showered, reeking, in the best way, of my cum… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Please. I’ve Always Wanted to…” June 11, 2024

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

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

As we get closer to the day The Orangutang takes charge, I want to try a chemical enhanced party that gets filmed. I wanna fly so high and be so turned on that no load could get away. Be used like a wild porn party and get to see images of my face in a state of bliss of having cocks filling me up from both ends. Being sprayed and filled. Being fucked so loose and filled with so much cum that I could be DP'd and fisted, repeatedly. Could watch the video when I feel down. See the look on my face feeling a top unload. Hearing a top tell me he is gonna push his hand in deeper. Be told what a good little slut I am to take it all.

To the moments that pass us by. I am at work, speaking to Paul, one of our new operators here at Michelin. He is an exceptionally good worker—perhaps the best thing that has happened to the factory since I started here, seven years ago. He asks me, why am I still here, in this factory, one that pays below the Australian average income, with the degree and background that I possess? He asks if I ever felt that I wasted my degree in Food Technology, the one I acquired over a decade ago. Work-life balance, was my answer to the first. No, to the second. I tell him that even though I am not working in the food industry as my degree would have allowed, I never once felt that the degree was wasted. Knowledge is never wasted. Everything I have learned—my degree in Food Technology, my certificates in personal training, now massage—are stepping stones to something greater. Something still unknown. Something waiting for me in the future, even if I don’t see the path just yet. He seems pleased with this response. As for staying? I tell him that I plan to leave in the next six months. He admits he isn’t planning to stay for long either. A pang of sadness. His work ethic made everyone’s lives easier. Mine included. Later, I think about our conversation. I look around me, at the workers I have called family for years. Some I like. Some I don’t. I look at the machines, the tires, the walls, and the conveyor belts that have become my home. One day, I will be gone. Someone else will stand here, doing what I do. And life, as it always does, will move on. I think about the transient nature of life, how we are always moving from one place to another, how every moment—every person—every job—is fleeting. Susie Salmon from The Lovely Bones said it beautifully: “I was here for a moment, and then I was gone.” There were moments in this job when everything was going perfectly, and I let myself believe that I would be here forever. That things would stay just the way they were. But nothing stays. And maybe, in a way, it’s comforting to believe that it does—even if that thought, too, is fleeting. I have learned to ground myself in the present, to enjoy everything I have now. As I write this, I hear my mum singing in the garden. Her voice, soft, distant, warm. I close my eyes. Breathe it in. One day, it won’t be like this anymore. And that is the way life works. So I smile, take everything in. The present. Because that is where happiness is found.

Near Home—February, 2024 This entry contains some straight sex. If that is an issue, skip this post. Saturday afternoons at the bookstore (not that they sell anything that looks like a book or a magazine anymore) had proved to be a lot of fun. So, the first Saturday of February, I took off after lunch, not knowing what I would find… I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre. A very old white man is standing against the wall near me. He pays me no attention at all—it’s all about the video. The married Hispanic, the one who always wants to be fucked, but never prepares for it (after all, that would be gay!) walks into the room. He eyes the old man. Minutes later, he pulls down his pants, exposing his ass and points it in our direction. We both look at him, but neither of us give him the nod. He pulls them back up. He walks over to the old man and kneels in front of him. I am surprised. I can count on one hand the times I have ever seen this guy take a cock in his mouth. To my surprise, the old man unzips. The Hispanic goes down on the soft cock presented to him, desperate to get it hard enough for his ass. It never happens, though he works on him for a good five minutes. The door opens. A larger white guy in a ball cap enters. The Hispanic is up like a shot. His pants are dropped and his ass presented to the new guy. And he gets fucked—bent over the waste basket. Ball Cap motions me over, but I pass. Eventually the two of them take a break. And he seems to have been clean enough for the under endowed top. They go out the door together. The older man jerks his limp cock a little, but gives up and goes home. I sit alone and stroke, rather contented. A straight couple walk in, trailed by three men. The straight couple is white—he is likely in his 60’s and in decent shape. She is younger, likely early 50’s. She has kept in good shape. The men, all white, are 50 and up. One guy sits across from the couple. One stands at the back with me and another man hovers by the door. The couple watch the movie, sitting side by side. The rest of us watch them. As the woman has a very vocal orgasm on the screen, the woman stands up and removes her dress. She is naked beneath but for panties. Her partner/husband/boyfriend helps her remove these. She sits down. He begins to finger her to orgasm. The men, but for me, begin breathing heavier. The guy next to me pulls out his dick and strokes. She gets off noisily. The man never touches himself, nor does she. He gives her a second orgasm. I wonder idly if they just like to show off or do they play with others. I get the answer a moment later as she stands up and surveys the room. “Who want to fuck me,” she asks, rather husky and low. The man next to me, cock out, moves forward. She whispers something in his ear. I assume it’s about condoms, but I’m wrong. He nods to whatever she said. She bends, leaning on the seat back in front of her. He takes her from behind, her partner watching every thrust. He shoots very fast. “Who’s next?” asks her partner, looking right at me. I shake my head. The oldest man in the room totters forward. I recognize him as a cocksucker that rarely gets any attention here as he shuffles from room to room. She goes to work blowing him. You can see the change in him as she makes him feel like a man again. I go next door before he gets erect. The Hispanic and Ball Cap are in the gay cinema. They are fucking, not even pausing as the door opens and I come in. Again, I am asked to join. I’m not going there. No one else is in the room. I try to watch the movie but it is one of those where they models have to answer dozens of questions before the fuck. I finally give up and go back. At the door to the straight theatre, I find the thickly built Black top who loves to pass around his bottoms. He looks at me, and the door, shaking his head. “She’s taken over…” I go in. More men are standing around. The very old man she was blowing when I left, is buttoning up his pants. I casually wonder if he got off—or even hard. I sit back in my usual spot. A handsome, younger guy comes over. I recognize him from here, but haven’t seen him in a long time. He sits next to me. The guy I saw fuck her is ready to go again. He moves in and once again she leans on the seat back in front of her and takes him from behind. The handsome man next to me, begins to suck my cock. I watch the guy fuck her as I feel the hot mouth giving me excellent head. The guy fucking moans. Loud. He gives her another load. He pulls out and finds he has nothing to clean up with, so I give him a piece of paper towel from my pocket. “You should fuck her,” he whispers in my ear. “She wants it in the ass.” At the same moment, her partner swivels around and looks right at me. I pause. And walk towards them. “Wow,” she says, touching my wet cock. “I’ve never had one that big back there.” Her partner encourages her to try it. The men in the room form a circle to watch us. She nods to her partner and leans against the chair back. I step up, turned on by the idea of her never taking anyone so big in her ass, not to mention two loads to fuck in back there. The head goes in. She pants. And pulls off me. She turns and grabs her partner. Now he can’t see it—but her shaking body tells him I am back inside her. Slowly opening her up. I can feel the loads begin coating my cock. They help her take every inch of me. “Oh, my God, I feel like he’s splitting me in two!” Her partner kisses her—and I begin a very slow fuck. “Fill her up!” pipes up the guy who shot the two loads in her ass. I fuck and churn his cum. It is dripping onto my balls on the back stroke. She groans into her partner’s shoulder. “I am so proud of you,” he whispers. I pick up the pace. Not drastically, but enough for her to feel it. And him—as she rocks into him with my thrusts. “Take his cock…” he whispers. “You know you want it…” “My ass is so full…” This is news to some of the men watching. I notice a number of them are jerking now. I fuck. I can’t say I’m getting close, but I am trying to will myself to shoot. And suddenly it’s all over. She pulls off my dick, whimpering into her partner’s neck. Then she turns and thanks me, adding “That was incredible. I never thought I could take you.” She gets dressed. Just the dress. Leaving the panties off. The partner pulls me to the side. “I couldn’t see it, but you gave her more than she’s ever had. Sorry you didn’t shoot your load. Most guys cum moments after they go inside her.” I smile and shake my head. “I’m not most guys…” The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: My Cock Likes Hole. Any Hole… February 17, 2024

To the perfectionist, who I’ll never be. I am at the gym, on a stationary bike, doing one of my HIIT workouts—the ones where you go intense for a brief period, followed by a moment of respite. I’m feeling low on energy today. Maybe it’s from work, or maybe it’s the change in weather, but whatever it is, I decide to take it easy. I come up with a strategy, inspired by a YouTube channel whose name escapes me at the moment. In the video, the creator talks about the importance of having both a lower and an upper limit: a lower limit for the days when you’re not quite feeling it, and an upper limit—not to stifle your motivation, but to pace yourself, so you can perform well tomorrow. I like this idea, so I decide to define my own lower limit. Eighty percent comes to mind, straight away. It’s a number that draws me in, somehow, in a way I can’t quite explain. Maybe it’s because, back in my academic years, 80% counted as high distinction—good enough to be proud of. So I decide to keep that number for my workout. It won’t be twenty minutes of training today. No, today it will only be sixteen. And suddenly, life doesn’t seem so bad anymore. It’s not perfect, but I’ve long since abandoned that notion of perfectionism, traded it in for a good-enough life. I might not have reached my potential today, but that’s okay. There’s always tomorrow, or the day after that. Today, sixteen minutes is enough.

I am having an enlightenment at two in the morning, when I should be sleeping, but the allure of a mental breakthrough is so tempting, so I stay up. I think about how a relationship is like a plant in a pot, how I am the plant, spreading my roots, and the relationship defines the boundaries of the pot, and I keep trying to grow, but I can’t anymore, and I feel myself slowly dying in this small, suffocating pot. I realize now that K. and I have reached our natural limit, the edges of the pot defining how far we can go, and for us to evolve, to reach the next stage of growth, we would have needed a bigger pot, one that lets us spread out, become something greater, larger. Who we are defines the boundaries of the pot, and we are too small for it now. I think about how endings aren’t really endings, because every ending is also a new beginning, and so there aren’t any true endings in life. It’s all one big circle, the cyclic nature of everything. I think about the day my cat died, and how painful it was, how it felt like something in me was ripped away, but then I remember how his presence transformed into something else. I planted lavender on his grave, and now, instead of a barren patch of earth in the garden, I see lavender swaying in the wind, and it reminds me that nothing really dies, it just changes form, and I find peace in that thought, as much as I can. I think about the memories I shared with K., and they come rushing back, thick and fast, overwhelming me at times. I let them touch me, wash over me, I let myself feel their presence, and sometimes I can’t breathe because it’s too much, it feels like I’m drowning in all of it, but I let the pain do its job, I let the wounds heal. I know this is the healthiest way to approach it, to let it out instead of keeping it in. And when it feels like I can’t take it anymore, I ground myself in the present: five things I see, four things I can touch, three things I can hear, and suddenly, the pain isn’t so bad, not entirely gone, but manageable. Sometimes, the memories are like clouds floating by. I acknowledge them, watch them drift by, and don’t hold on. I can’t block them out, I don’t want to numb them, so I let them pass. And I think about the end of the relationship, and how it feels like the chance for us both to go on separate journeys now, journeys of self-discovery, to learn about ourselves, to learn from each other, to take what we’ve shared and carry it forward in different ways. I don’t know where those journeys will take us, or if our paths will cross again, but I imagine us as different people if that happens, strangers who have grown in separate directions, perhaps bumping into each other on the street, barely recognizing each other, but that’s alright. Every love story begins with two strangers, anyway. 12 hours later. I am on my way to pick up my things from K.’s house, and I’ve prepared a list of things to say to him, things I’ve rehearsed in my head a hundred times. Thanks for everything: check. Let’s be friends: check. Let’s keep the Japan trip: check. Sobbing on the floor, begging for forgiveness: double check. Okay, I’m joking about the last one. Except, he throws me a curveball. He sends me a message saying he’s not home and tells me to let myself in, gather my things, leave. How convenient, I think, how clever too. I hadn’t considered being absent as an option, but I see now how genius it is, because this way, I can gather my things without breaking down, becoming one big mess on the floor that looks as though it was cleaned yesterday. I walk through his house one last time, taking in the air, the energy of the rooms where we shared so many moments. I let it all go, slowly, and then all at once. In the kitchen, I find a pile of memories waiting for me—everything he’s gathered, now heaped in the backseat of my car. I think I’ll clear it out tonight, once the weather cools, and I grab something to eat too. Before leaving, I find a piece of paper and a pen. I write him a short message, the things I wanted to say from my list, minus the tear stains, and place it on his bedside table, where I know he’ll see it, possibly during bedtime. A little devious, perhaps. A small part of me hopes the words will keep insomnia close at bay for him tonight. I don’t care. Okay, maybe just a little.

I am making my way down to South Melbourne Market today, heading to Chef Hat. I’m planning to buy some plates, the ones with raised circular edges. I’m following Apple Maps on my phone, and it’s leading me down a direction I don’t usually take, but I get to my destination nonetheless. It’s on the other side of the market, and I make a few turns here and there, searching for parking. I find a spot—30 minutes only. I turn off the engine, park, and step out. I make my way toward the shop, confident I know the way, a podcast playing in my ears as I navigate through the crowd, until … I realize I’m on the opposite side of the market. I know where I am—I’ve been here before—but I was so sure I’d made the right turn. And now? The world feels like it’s spinning. My sense of direction has completely vanished. Worst of all, I don’t know where my car is. I think I parked near some apartment buildings? I look at my watch. Only five minutes have passed. I try to backtrack. I think I crossed two crossways, or was it one? Did I pass this coffee shop on my way here? I want to retrace my steps, but I can’t remember a thing. I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings at all. A flicker of panic rises in my chest, but I keep it hidden, making sure I don’t look lost to anyone watching. I’ve always been good with directions, so why does it feel like a part of my memory has been erased, no matter how hard I try to recall I think about the fine I’ll get if I don’t move my car in time. I think about how, if my partner were here, this might not have happened—another set of eyes, another brain to remember. I catch myself breathing a little faster now as I wander from street to street. There are so many people. Too many. Then, somewhere off in the distance, I spot it. My car. The little blue Jazz I’ve had for 14 years now, parked neatly by the curb outside someone’s house. Relief floods over me as I realize it’s only two minutes away from the shop. If only I’d paid more attention. As I walk back to my car, it hits me: life now is just one person—me. It used to be my partner and me, doing everything together. There were advantages to that. It felt like we could accomplish anything together. Now? It’s just me, and I’m still learning to do things on my own. It feels jarring at times, disorienting, like today. Traveling was another thing he helped me with. I was never confident to travel on my own; the thought terrified me. I always worried about being lost in another country where I didn’t know anyone or couldn’t speak the language. I still don’t think I have the courage to do it on my own, if ever. I bet the world would spin just like it did today if I found myself lost and alone. But when I’m with someone, I can bounce ideas off them if we ever get into trouble. I’ll never feel truly alone, even when we’re lost. It’s something I’m realizing about myself today—I don’t fear being lost as much as I fear being lost alone. I know I’ll have to come to terms with this feeling until I can stand on my own two feet again. It’s going to take time. I’ll probably stumble a few more times along the way, but life demands it. Life demands us to keep moving, to adapt, to keep going.

I am in a tunnel with my sister and her friends. I am 14 years old, and we are bored. I’ve seen this tunnel before on one of my walks around the park near my house, water trickling out of it, dark and gloomy, my curiosity piqued, but I never dared to wander through it, though I always wanted to. I am excited when someone suggests it, and here we are, walking through it after checking if the coast is clear, it is. There are six of us: me, my sister, her best friend, and three other friends who I’m not very close to, but I’ve seen them around school. They bring along three flashlights, and we break into groups of twos and threes, each holding a flashlight, and we walk slowly into the tunnel. It’s summer and hot, so there isn’t much water coming out of it, but we walk slightly to the side so our shoes don’t get wet. Soon, the light from the opening disappears. There is echo, it’s cool, and some of us are talking, which is comforting, here in the dark, except for the beams of our flashlights. The path splits into two, one way much too small and the other barely wide enough for us. We decide to hang around the junction for a bit, talking about what teenagers tend to talk about, nothing in particular, before deciding to head back. I look into the darkness, and the darkness looks back at me. A shiver runs through me, fear of the unknown, and I tell myself that one day, I’m going to come back here and finish what I started, to continue this journey through the darkened tunnel of the unknown. I never did Although, sometimes, in later years, I would come back here alone and venture into the tunnel, just to the point where the light cuts off, and jerk off until I come, just for fun. I would look into the dark, and my imagination would go wild with all the monsters lurking in there, thanks to all the horror movies I grew up with. I have a favourite quote from Avatar: The Last Airbender that goes something like this: “Sometimes life is like this dark tunnel. You can’t always see the light at the end of the tunnel, but if you just keep moving, you will come to a better place.” I think about how true this is to our lives. Sometimes it feels like we are walking in darkness, not knowing where life is taking us, but that’s part of the process of living—facing the unknown, which is what makes it special. Sometimes, it’s all about taking one day at a time, at your own pace. For me, it’s not about blindly believing that everything will get better if I just keep walking, but about trusting in the act of moving forward itself. Even when the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t visible, I have this quiet sense that the act of continuing—step by step—will bring me somewhere I’m meant to be. It’s not about guarantees, but about faith in the process, faith in myself. That’s how I choose to make peace with the darkness, by embracing it as part of the journey.

The things horny guys say to sink their cock into some hole. I posted my 1st hotel cumdump to Craigs in the summer of 2013. Here's some samples below. Guys who ask questions: "u take my load tonight?" "Can I fuck it and pump dump??" "Hot ass!! Where you at? Need to pop my nut." "huge 3 day load...u want it in ur ass?" "up for a breeding today?" "sup? where u located? be blindfolded when i get there?" "Still there? Love to breed you. 37, 6'1" 185 masc/musc, hung 8.5x6 cut, huge loads" "34, 5'9, 180lbs, brn hair/eyes, goatee, 7in cut(and thick) looking to cum over and slide my nice thick cock deep in your tight hole. When and where? " Guys who want addy & time now: "29 5'9 170 top. would be looking to find blindfolded and ass up doggie style lubed ready to go" "I would love to breed that hole. I'm ready I want u doggystyle u ready what's room #" "vgl 35 5'11 blk hair 165 good built 7 thick cock at ### love hotel sex and just find you on all floors!!" <-- floors typo, hehe Cool jock Italian looking guy: "I'd love to fill your hole can I see some ass pics" "I'm 34 5'10 190 6.5c thick 7 day load I wanna pump it out I'm on ### hard and ready !" "Nice hole ... Would love to fill it ... 5ft8 nice thick cut cock ... Lets do it" "Love to use your ass as a cum dump. 42 6'2 170 Lbs. Text if interested ###" "Love to bury my cock in your hole, man." "Hot!!! Luv you to suck me with your blinds on and then let me fuck you till I shoot in your ass and then go." "Let me know when that hole is open & taking more cock. Enjoy a good group loosened up hole" "I'm 6'0", 220 w/m 6.5 cut 43. address and what door do I use? [...] Have that ass up in the air ready to be fucked at 1:00pm." Guys who chat a lot: "ddfree discreet clean 50 bi mwm 5'5'' 145 6+c on the thicker side [...] will text you in a few min just getting dressed now. looking to be sucked hard then fuck your ass nut and leave" (He also titled his email nutt & leave 🐷) Married so long he talked a lot: "Me:47yrs, masc, str8, good looking reg dude ... what I really would like to do to you is rim that ass from behind and lick your ball sack down to the head of your cock slowly. Then you can suck me hard so I can slip my 6.5 cut cock in slowly." Safe guys who still wanted an easy nutt: "want to walk in and your ass in up in air waiting for my uncut cock. i put on a condom, lube up your hole and slowly enter you, picking up a nice speed, then shooting my load. pull up my pants a leave. you into that. im free in about 1 houe 1/2" These guys cocks that they sent ... nice packages on them all! I grew convinced that well packaged men needed to fuck in hotels, and often wanted to fuck anon without sharing face pics.

Writing and AI There was a time, not long ago, when I stopped writing almost entirely. I was convinced that the emergence of AI would be able to produce much better writing that I ever could. Honestly, it probably can. But recently, I’ve started to see things differently. Instead of feeling defeated, I’ve learned to work with AI, letting it sharpen my words and speed up processes that would’ve taken me hours. It doesn’t take away my voice; it enhances it. I’ve realized that using AI doesn’t mean my writing is any less mine—it just means I’m using the tools available to grow. Imitating and Wandering One of the best things I’ve done for my writing is to copy out passages from books I love. When I come across something that resonates, something I wish I had written, I sit down and write it out word for word. It’s like slipping into the mind of the author, seeing how they construct their thoughts. While I’m doing this, my own mind starts to wander. Ideas bubble up—sometimes unrelated, sometimes directly tied to what I’m copying—and I take notes on whatever comes to me. I ponder these thoughts, let it simmer until it’s cooked just right, and write about them, sometimes in a journal like this one, or on scrap pieces of paper that I’m sure will be misplace sometime soon. Autocorrect and Mindset When I was copying out passages, I used to turn off autocorrect to make sure I wrote everything as accurately as possible. It forced me to focus, to type carefully, and it improved my accuracy over time. But I was also scared of autocorrect, like it was a crutch that made me feel inadequate. If I relied on it too much, would I ever really improve? Lately, though, I’ve changed my mindset. I’ve started using autocorrect again, not because I’ve given up, but because it lets me write faster and focus on the bigger picture. It’s funny how something as small as that can shift your perspective so much. Sleepless Nights Some nights, I can’t fall asleep. My mind wouldn’t stop racing—work, my future, where I want to end up. It was like my brain was getting back at me for pushing these thoughts aside for too long. I once read that insomnia is your mind’s revenge, its way of forcing you to think about what you’ve avoided. If that’s true, then maybe this autobiography is my way of keeping the peace with myself. By pouring out my thoughts here, I can clear the clutter and start to see things more clearly. Not Knowing What’s Next I’m not sure what I want to do with my life anymore. I know I want to use my physical and mental energy for something meaningful, something that makes a difference in the world. But what does that even look like? Recently, I’ve been looking into freight handling, thinking it might be a way to stay active and contribute in some way. But after watching videos of the job, it feels repetitive—just moving items from one place to another. It’s practical, sure, but does it make an impact? Does it really matter? I can’t shake the feeling that I want to aim higher, even if I don’t know what “higher” means yet.

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

Here's another real experience for you guys that like the true stories (not that we ALL don't like the fiction! Some of these guys are awesome writers!). It was a get-together in late winter with my twisted bud Darren for a pig session at his place up in Inwood. I had actually worked with him professionally before I knew what he was into - he was director for a musical I had a large role in, and then we appeared together in a drama, before he pulled me aside one night and said "I've been told by a mutual friend that you're a real expert on kink and edge-play and parTying groups..." I was surprised - he was married, had two adult kids... but he tells me he's always been bi, was divorcing his wife, and was looking for a "mentor" to help him really find his "inner pig"... that was a bit less than a year and a half ago, and boy has he learned a lot. Now he's got his own place, with a sling permanently up, and a rim seat as part of the regular furniture. I brought my friend Todd, probably one of my longest term fuck-buds, about 8 years now. He's another clean-cut looking jock type that hides a real pig inside - same worked out build as me, same coloring, but a bit taller, broader, cock proportionately larger and his darker hair color makes him appear hairier from a distance. He and I look enough a like to be confused as brothers, which is a fantasy I sometimes like to play as we're doing a scene - two nasty brother POZ pigs working on some guys together... Oddly, Todd and Darren never met, they kind of traveled in different groups of my play friends, and I thought he would be a fun addition. We arrived late afternoon, and it seems the other guests were putting off their arrival by a couple of hours, so we had time for a heavy 3-WAY first. Todd and Darren were immediately taken with each other, especially discovering their mutual water-sports addictions... both loved taking my chem piss up the butt or down their throats during a session, so I made sure I had plenty of fluids available, especially for me. With a real twisted fist vid playing we got out the glass cock and started shot-gunning each other. The "administrator" was with the group arriving late, so we worked with the glass cock and booty-bumps 'til he could arrive. After a number of hits we started to feel the magic and we dove into 3-way daisy-chain rimming on Darren's large play bed in his play room. Hit the pipe again, then "switched sides" so that everyone had tasted each others hot hairy hole. Time for fucking! I topped each in turn - when fucking Todd, he was pushing a glass dildo in Darren's hole while Darren really worked my nips... when fucking Darren, Todd was behind me chowing down on my hole. Neither got hard enough to fuck me, and after a few more puffs we moved on to toys. Darren has an amazing collection of toys, especially for someone who basically collected them in the last year! He's got a number of attachments for his pump - they both immediately got the nip cylinders on my nips and pumped them to huge proportions - no surprise there. Todd had the biggest cock of three of us, and though he wasn't getting hard we got him pumped up... Darren started with a pump that suctions out your rosebud, and got his asscunt lips really puffy and open. Then toys went up all three pigholes - of varying sizes with lots of bumps and twists and turns... knowing I was likely to be shortchanged in the "real" cock department, as there were times that I was the ONLY one hard at a party, they worked me over with a cool vibrating dildo that also has a series of metal balls running down the sides in a channel, so when they move through the dildo it's a continuing wave feeling. That felt awesome. Hours later the other guys arrived, a hot guy, Vaun, of Pakistani descent from Trinidad, and a big burly muscular hispanic guy named Eddie who'd done some boxing and was new to the whole scene as he'd gotten divorced recently and admitted he'd rather do men - he was POZ however, but not from a gay sex experience. He was, supposedly, JUST a top and did not get fucked... but Vaun had insisted that he get cleaned out before this party and made him do so before they came... which turned out to be a good thing. We pulled out the glass cock - filled it a couple of times in fact - as we got the guys up to speed... lots of shot-gunning, and Eddie got very friendly and loosened up, which Vaun whispered was unusual... I finally got fucked for a bit - Vaun had fucked me on past occasions and did so now (not a huge cock, but THICK) as I variously blew both Todd and Eddie, rimmed Todd, then convinced Eddie to let me rim him - and after some hesitation he rolled back, lifted those big muscular legs on that hairless hispanic butt and showed me a tight pink hole - I went nuts on it! Vaun moved off to fuck Darren in the sling while I chowed down on that gorgeous he-man butt and Eddie started to thrash and moan. Todd, catching on as usual to what I was doing, got the pipe and started shot-gunning both of us, feeding Eddie his big floppy cock between Eddie's hits. You guessed it... not too long and Todd was helping me get my cock in Eddie's hole as he was BEGGING for it. (Turns out he had been fucked briefly twice before - poorly he said - and didn't think it was his thing). He started to scream for more and I really laid it on him for about 40 minutes in all sorts of positions, while Todd continued with us switching back and forth, getting his cock and ass eaten and sucking Eddies cock or rimming the hell out of my hole while I fucked Eddie into the world of the versatiles! After a long satisfying fuck, I knew my pozload was ready to spew, and when I told him he told me to give it to him and fill him up. I blew my wad up his seldom-used before manhole, and Todd and I rimmed him and tasted my load, the three of us swapping deep cumkisses and tongue fucking each other. I finally broke for a while to do a watersports scene with Todd and Darren in the shower, and Eddie was in shortly begging for chem piss in his butt! I'm a nice guy - I gave it! No one else got hard that evening (the only downer for me) but after a few more fucks from me to the guys I headed out, as I had been there 10+ hours already and needed to get home to my partner, to tell him the stories when he woke up next morning, and so I left them all with toys up their butts as they continued well into the daylight. Darren tells me Eddie would like to get together again "REAL SOON"! *again a true story with names changed slightly to protect the guilty!*

When the party ended it was still dark. More accurately, I should say it was dark again. The host ordered Gibron to slam another load of tina in my vein and they shoved me out the front door, poured my ass into the back seat of a vehicle, and we sped off. They drove around for a while before the door opened and I was pushed out into the gutter of some street in the city. I was totally high, totally disoriented, and didn't care who or where I was. I was exhausted, feeling sick to my stomach from all the drugs, and just wanted to sleep. I passed out right where they left me. I woke up sometime later when some homeless guy was checking me to see if I was dead. He gave me some water and when I asked him what day it was, I realized that 48 hours had passed since I had ventured out to find the dance club. I still had my wallet and ID, and plenty of cash to pay for a cab. The homeless guy helped me find a cab and I gave him my excess cash as a thank you for helping me out. As I lay in the back of the cab on the way to my hotel, I realized that my life had been changed forever by that experience. For one thing, I no longer feel fear in the presence of danger. Instead, adrenaline makes my dick hard and makes me wanna fuck. I also discovered my purpose in life. I exist to bring pleasure to dominant men and their cocks, to submissively take any and all cum loads as often as possible. I get off being force-chemmed and raped, gangbanged, and made to service one or more guy's darkest needs. That's why I travel to big cities like Berlin, Amsterdam, LA, New York, Houston, Miami and such, hang out in the darkest seediest areas, clubs, parks, and bars I can find, looking for straight or gay guys who get off on power and control who will fuck me up and use me as their sex-whore cum-dump for a few nights. Do you want to get force-chemmed and whored out? That's the way you do it. Put yourself out there, submit yourself to the dark side, and see where it takes you. Just make sure you are ready for the consequences, because once you start, you're committed to the end. There is no safe word. There is no turning back. You're at THEIR mercy, until THEY decide THEY have had enough. You are THEIR fuck-toy for THEIR pleasure and nothing more. You don’t matter and you may not make it out alive. But for a danger junkie, that's the whole idea. It’s the danger, the unknown, and the total loss of control that beckons us and draws us in. Embrace your dark side and hang on for the ride, faggot.

In September of 2004, I got a message from a guy I knew who lived near Columbia University - seems he had started getting party favors for a couple of guys who were from the Northern Burbs of the city. One was a Professor at Columbia, the other a low-level attache at the Italian Consulate (from Italy). Both were married to women, and both loved to play with big, and I mean BIG toys. Somehow they had met and got together every two weeks at a Hotel in Westchester to spend 6 or 7 hours opening up their up-until-recently straight holes with huge dildos and other fun accessories. And both recently discovered that inviting Miss T to the sessions made them even more intense and fun after the Prof was introduced by some of his students at a non-sexual party. My buddy who provided for them told them he knew someone else from up that way (me) who also got into that kind of play and might be able to show them a thing or two as well. He also told them that like them, I was married but implied that it was to a woman as well. I am not straight (though I sometimes play one on stage, and have fucked enough women) but I was begged to not reveal to them that I had a male partner not a wife, as my bud wanted to see how far along I could bring these guys. They got in touch and I said I'd be happy to play with them - I actually met up with them a number of times over a few months. First time I met up with them, I arrived and they'd been playing for almost an hour. They were each on one of the king-sized beds, surrounded by toys,lube, poppers and the glass cock on the nightstand between them. There was gay bb porn playing, HOWEVER it seems that they barely ever would touch each other. They'd assist in inserting toys, but no kissing or blowjobs or rimming or fucking each other had ever taken place up to this point, it was mostly watching each other. I thought "WTF??". The member of the Italian Consulate was early thirties, hairy, with a wiry soccer player body, modest dick and nice hairy ass. His buddy was a bear-type around 50 plus or minus, caucasian, salt-n-pepper hair, 'stache, chest hair and pubes, and a beaut of a cock. He also happened to be a bit more heavy-set than I tend to go for (no offense!) but was one of those guys that has some kind of chemistry/attitude overshadowed that and so the weight thing never bothered me. They fired up the torch and tried to get me caught up, then gave me a moderate sized toy to begin opening up. Both of their holes were filled with really thick and long dildos and I must admit to being considerably impressed for "str8" guys. Hmmm. This not touching thing was going to be a problem for me, so I needed to figure out a way to bypass that without freaking them out. Shotgunning turned out to work well - something each had done in college with 420 but had almost forgotten about. Taking big full hits on the pipe transferred the tweak-smoke back and forth from my mouth to theirs and their mouths to mine. I confessed to them that I was very oral - "no matter which sex I was playing with" - which led to each allowing me to suck their dicks and rim their holes (neither had ever been rimmed and BOY! did that go over well) so long as I did not mind if they did not reciprocate, which this first time, they did not. It would take a couple of sessions in total, but eventually I got them to the point where they would kiss me and each other, shotgun each other, and suck my dick and rim my ass (though not each other on the last two, oddly). In return, they got my hole more open than it had ever been before and has ever been since, and I continued to be astonished at the girth and length of the toys they would use on themselves and assist each other with. At my second session with them, my suggestion of booty bumps for all of us (which they'd not yet done) led to me getting a fist into both of them, again a new experience for each but my hand and wrist while not small were still smaller in diameter than some of their toys, so I knew that they could handle it. The professor confessed he'd fantasized about that, and the Italian shot wildly when I started a twisting motion in him, laughing and crying as he pumped a load all over the three of us. This was all very fun (though I felt sneaky) but as a top/versatile not fucking was bothering me a bit, I must confess. They both agreed we could all "give it a try" the next time, for without my saying so, they seemed to think that I'd never fucked or been fucked by another man and that it would be new for all of us. Cool. Except they insisted that of course we would all want condoms. So the next time, along with toys and ff we all bottomed and all topped. Surprise, surprise, they liked it. As we got more tweaked that session I would occasionally allow my hole to be in contact with a bare cock while we were doing something else and have the head just kind of pop in for a second or two before "noticing". And if I were behind one or the other, somehow the tip of my dick would brush across the entrance of their holes and teasingly linger for a moment. That was where I left it for that session, allowing them the choice. From then on fucking and fisting were always on the menu though toy play still made up about 50% of the sessions. The amount of favors per session increased as well. Then, a session or two later, the time got changed when I got the call and I arrived to find just the professor. I asked where our Italian was and he told me he was coming at the normal time, but the Prof had reserved the room early because he'd been fantasizing about getting fucked bareback and wanted an hour for me to fuck him prior to the full session. It seems since we'd begun sucking and fucking, he'd been visiting glory holes and ABS locations to do oral. And now he said he just had to feel a raw fuck - so we did, in a very intimate fashion and he shot from being fucked. The rest of the session was much like usual, until the Prof went to clean up around the time the sessions normally broke up and the Italian asked me if I had to be anywhere immediately. Responding in the negative, he told me to go out as if I was leaving then circle around and come back and meet him back in the room 20 minutes after we all "left". And get this, the same damn session, the Italian wants me to stay late for the very same reason the Prof wanted me early! Another hour, a much more animalistic fuck and an exhausted me dragged home after topping that hot hairy euro-hole. Odder still? I never was invited to another session, though my buddy down by Columbia told me they were both meeting each other much more frequently. Did I break the ice for them? Wish I knew!