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

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

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

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

Grand Rapids—May, 2024 (This continues right on from Part One.) “Can we go to my room?” I know he wants to film—and we can only do it there. I am happy to get it out of the way. We troop downstairs. He’s in a single room this time. I lay on the narrow bed. Osvaldo is between my legs and he begins to suck, I-Phone held aloft. He keeps looking at the camera, enraptured with seeing his face stuffed with cock. Now he’s sitting on it. Riding. The phone, propped on a shoe of his, recording every thrust. I want more control, so I put him on all fours on the edge of the bed. I fuck him hard— and the phone is between his legs, recording it all from underneath. We repeat a few. This is my least favorite time. I like connection when I fuck—and right now his focus is on the screen. We record one more cock sucking and yet another riding of my dick before I suggest we go into the downstairs lounge—the one that was dark and set up with two mattresses. Osvaldo agrees. It’s almost next door to his room. No one is there. We choose the far mattress—so that anyone and everyone can see us as they pass the open doorway. He gets on all fours. I do a deep rimming—making him moan. Men walk by. Some linger. Some grope themselves. No one joins us. I proceed to fuck him. Hard and fast. He licks up all his juices the moment I pull out. A large man comes in and sits on a stool next to our mattress. Osvaldo’s eyes light up. He knows the guy. “He always gives me big loads,” he whispers in my ear. Osvaldo jumps up and moves to him. He opens his towel and begins to suck the guy, bending at the waist. I watch from the mattress for a moment, then go behind Osvaldo and begin eating his ass while he sucks. “Let me see your dick in him,” the new guy demands. I gladly fuck him, pushing Osvaldo deeper into his crotch. Finally, he pulls off the guy. It’s a small dick. Osvaldo pulls me out and spins around. The guy stands up, inserts and begins to fuck. I move to the side, then into Osvaldo’s mouth. The guy likes this. He speeds up his thrusts. In moments, he shoots his load into Osvaldo’s ass. Osvaldo spins around to clean his cock. I go to my knees and felch a little. Really, it is more prodding the copious load deeper into his guts. Then I do the same thing with my cock. “Fuck my cum into him,” the guy murmurs as he wraps his extra-large towel around himself. He stays for a moment and watches me do just that. I tell him how good his load feels on my cock. He smirks and takes off. I concentrate of fucking—and then letting Osvaldo clean my cock of all the jizz that is sticking to it. We fuck again on the mattress. I love the feel of the semen on my dick. There is a wet squishy sound with each thrust. I pull out and lie down. Osvaldo sits on my face. He lets me clean up the cum I’ve frothed which is ringing his hole. I savor it. And swallow. “I have to go push it out.” He runs to his room and grabs his phone, heading to the showers. I have countless videos he’s sent to me of him doing this—cum or piss arcing out of his hole. I would rather he pushed the load out into my mouth, but I just wait for him, idly playing with myself on the mattress… * We play in the gloryhole area. I fuck him through the hole. I hear him videoing it. The gloryhole is low for my long legs, so I don’t last long. Other men mill around, but none join us. I suggest the sling. He joins me there after getting his phone locked in his room. He hops in. I kneel and rim his ass for a long time. He may have pushed out that guy’s load, but the gloryhole fucking has found more inside him. The rim session turns into felching, making my cock grow to an angry red. “Fuck me, daddy…” he whines. I eventually stand up and sink into his ass. He groans. I do, too. He is still incredibly wet and sticky in there. I fuck him. Guys arrive to watch. None get too close. At least at first. Finally, one guy comes over so Osvaldo can suck him as I fuck. I love watching him take another man in his mouth as I rail into his ass. I ask the guy if he wants a turn in his ass. A mistake. The guy pulls out and moves away. I go to my knees and rim. Well, rim and felch. (This guy must have blown a massive load into him. He did have huge balls with that small cock.) I stop to take a slug of water from my bottle. It cleanses the palette, but I have other things in mind. I save a little in my mouth. I dribble it onto his puffy ass lips. Osvaldo moans. “You’ve never done that.” I take another swig and push the cool liquid into his ass. He squeals in delight. I spend a long time sucking out the cum/ass flavored water. I fuck him again. Hard and fast. The sling is swaying with each thrust. I stop, pull out, and making sure my unused towel is under him, I piss a little on his hole. From cool water to hot piss. He loves the contrast. I go to my knees and clean him up. My piss is stronger than I expect—but it’s been a hot night and I have been sweating. I stand up again and get my dick inside him. I give one quick blast of piss into his guts. I pull out and suck some out of him. Just a little—as my cock is screaming at me to get back inside. I stand up again and thrust into his gaping hole. Just in time. My cock is pumping blast after blast of cum into his hole. Osvaldo moans, his eyes wide. I hold onto the chains and marinate in all the juices. I don’t know how long I stand there. Eventually, I pull out. Osvaldo jumps out the sling and licks me clean… * On the drive home I got text after text from him. I finally read them as I sat in my garage. There was a video of my cum and piss arcing out of his ass. He told me that three men bred him after I left. They were too insecure to do it in front of me. He also sent dozens of photos and videos. Most have his face in them. These two don’t. The original (and those pices) are here: From My Side of the Sling: Passing Osvaldo Around (Conclusion) May 29, 2024

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

"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!"

Lansing—May, 2024 The next day, I had more sex. It was good on Monday, when there were just the two of us in the playroom, but Tuesday there were four of us in a bigger playroom. And it was wetter… I had been invited to join the couple I had met and played with so often at the Grand Rapids group. I had been to their home before, but not for some time. Top Host is as tall and as thin as I am. He is hairy in all the right places, including his chest. His cock is my length or so, but the girth keeps getting thicker and thicker towards the base. Tim, his partner, is a couple of years younger. He has a slightly thicker build, with a great cock that he tends to use until someone plays with his beautiful, thick ass. It takes two hands to spread those cheeks apart. I was told the day before, that they had found an additional player. He was a man around our age, rather bearish in build and a shaved head. He was versatile. He’d had some prostate surgery—he could no longer cum. But if a cock hit his prostate repeatedly, he pissed euphorically. He has a very common name so I have christened him CumPisser for this tale. I went right up to the playroom. In a room that originally was likely for the maid, they have a wonderfully laid out playroom. A sling hangs from the rafters. There is a double bed, the same brand of fuck bench as mine, a rimseat and a massage table. Since the last time I was there, there are mirrors in more places. A toilet and shower are in a room to the side. Top Host and CumPisser are there, putting a play spread on the bed. Both are naked but for jocks. I strip quickly. Tim comes up the stairs, having left his clothes behind downstairs. He is in a jock and a leather harness. Top Host is now standing still and letting CumPisser suck his cock to full hardness. I move to Tim and let him do the same for me… Mouths are everywhere. CumPisser has joined Tim working on me. One is on my balls the other on my shaft. Top Host has moved behind me and is hugging me from behind, his huge erection between my ass cheeks. The guys shift positions. Tim now sucks his partner, I am in CumPisser’s mouth. He takes me deep, choking himself with my dick. He pulls off me, trailing deep throat spittle. “Fuck me with this,” he begs, winding the spit around my shaft. He flops on his back on the bed. I pull him to the edge. He grabs the back of his knees as I kneel and eat his hairy ass. It is ready and slightly gaping the moment my tongue enters him. I lick and spit. I hear movement around me. When I stand to fuck, I see the others have joined us, each holding a leg so CumPisser and be more comfortable. I enter him. His eyes widen. I barely pause. I am sure that he’s already been fucked by Top Host, maybe both of the guys, before I got there. I increase my stroke. “Fuuuuuuck,” he croons. “Right there…” I pound harder—and it does the trick. CumPisser does just that. Piss shoots out of his cock and pools just below his pecs. I lean down, my cock still in him and slurp it up. The moment I am done, I pull out and let Top Host fuck him. I stay there, first holding a leg—then kneeling to clean Top Host’s dripping cock when he’s done. Tim pulls me over to the fuck bench. He gets on and I kneel to eat his ass. I stay there for a long time, licking and spitting. Finally, I stand. I enter him, sliding easily into his very wet hole. He gasps—and I wait. I begin a slow fuck. I am standing where I can watch the fucking happening on the very big screen television at the end of the room. I match my strokes to the guy on the screen, starting slow and speeding up when he does. I just don’t shoot in the six and half minutes it takes my screen counterpart to breed. I hear sounds from the sling, which is just out of my vision. I slow down the fuck. I eat his hole again. Tim tells me he wants piss in his ass before the day is over. I nod. I move to the sling and watch Top Host fuck CumPisser. I am there as he shoots piss again. I lean over and lick it up. I don’t swallow; I feed it to CumPisser. He is surprised and delighted. “Fuck him,” says Top Host. He pulls out. Again, I clean his cock—and stay on my knees to rim CP. He groans. His hole is now super wet with all our juices. I stand up and fuck. I make him shoot piss twice… * The sex is almost a blur as we constantly change partners, lick different holes or poles. I change holes between the two of them. I fuck on the bed, at the sling and on the fuck bench. The two men taking our dicks are turned on by the sharing as much as the tops are. CumPisser is in the sling. Top Host is fucking. CP’s cock is very hard. Tim steps up on a chest that is under the sling. Standing, he straddles CumPisser’s body facing him. He sits on the thick hard cock. Top Host pulls out of CP as he sees his partner impaled. Tim bends slightly forward and Top host pushes his cock into Tim’s ass along with CP’s dick. “Take two,” he grunts out. I am standing to the side. Jerking. Enjoying the show. They fuck—both dicks remaining in his hole. “Your turn.” Top Host slides out. I replace him. I push a little and CP plops out of Tim’s ass. But he goes right back in—and I push again. Tim’s hole opens up and I am inside. He gasps. I groan. CumPisser makes guttural noises of sheer delight. It is one of the best DP’s I have ever had. They rarely work for me. But my cock is sliding up and down CP’s girthy dick and being squeezed by Tim’s muscle hole. It’s great. But it’s a position that can’t last long. Tim needs to stand—and he does, releasing both cocks. I bend and clean up CumPisser’s cock—while sliding my cock into him. I fuck him until he shoots another load of piss… * It’s late in the afternoon. Top Host is fucking CumPisser in the sling. I am once again in Tim, as he kneels on the bed. I hear Top Host groan—then bellow out his cumshot. I turn and watch his body shake as he loads the wet ass he’s buried in. “Go felch it out,” Tim whispers. I don’t need any more encouragement. I go to them. I gingerly clean Top Host’s cock. I dive into the cum dripping ass of CumPisser. I lick up all that is dribbling out—and share it with the man. He sucks my cummy tongue with the hottest moans, deep in his throat. I slide into him. There is no way I’m not fucking in his cum-filled ass. He’s slick and now super wet. “Breed him,” says Tim. I’m glad he’s fine with it as I usually like to save my load for the host. And it’s a good thing, for I really can’t stop thrusting. My cock knows what I need to do. In moments, I’m there. My balls shoot as if I hadn’t cum for a week. I fire again and again and again. CumPisser is shooting another round of piss on chest, too. I smear it through his chest hair with the hand that isn’t holding the sling chain for support. Eventually, I pull out. I felch some of my own load. I share it with CumPisser, dribbling it into his mouth. I pull out, my cock swaying and still dripping. I haven’t lost my hardness. “Get on the bench,” I tell Tim. I stick it into him. I know I can’t fuck as it is now softening. But I can piss. I am filling him. Emptying my entire bladder. Giving him just what he’s asked me for… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Four Wet Pigs in a Playroom June 13, 2024

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

To the winters that are bitter cold. James and I decided to end things, three weeks into dating. He sent me a text, asked if I could come over for a chat. It sounded serious, and I had a feeling something like this was coming. So I showed up. And sure enough—he said that even though he enjoyed dating me these last three weeks, he didn’t feel any romantic attraction, and he thinks we should stop seeing each other. To be honest, it did come as a surprise. Sure, I didn’t feel a strong romantic connection either, but I always figured this was one of those slow burn types of love— the kind where you slowly get to know each other over time, where love happens organically, not the love-at-first-sight kind, or the kind that keeps the spark raging through the honeymoon period. But I guess, I was wrong. I told him how grateful I was, for him being a beautiful chapter in my life. And we parted ways with grace. At home, in bed, I am thinking about the chapters that are closing in my life. The chapter I had working with Michelin. The chapter with my massage course. And now, the chapter closing with James. It makes me feel like I’m standing in the rubble of everything coming down. And I look around me, and behind me— I’m not alone in this. Because behind me are my friends. My family. All there to support me. And Michelin? Always welcoming me back with open arms if I ever choose to take that route again. I look at all the crumbling towers in front of me, the chapters that have closed— and all I see are opportunities for bigger, better structures. And it fills me with excitement. Because I have no idea where this next chapter will lead. Winter is coming for me. It’s a season of life that’s full of hardship— but that’s also where I thrive. So I’m looking forward into the future. Not with sadness. Not with despair. But with excitement. And because I’m human, a little bit of nervousness too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Note: this is a completely fictitious blog entry. How could any of this be true?) It’s been a little over a year since my last report. I thought I might just delete this account. I thought I would delete it when I finally stopped . . . well, everything. I now understand that I can’t but more importantly I don’t want to. the training has continued. Here’s an example of a typical lesson. I was on my way to wok, determined to get there and not fuck around. But driving has always been a bit of a turn on. Love driving naked when I can. So driving is stimulating. I found myself opening my zipper as the trucks drove by on the highway. Hy hand passed over the damp mound of my cock in my tightly-whiteys. My finger slipped under the elastic and under my balls and brushed over my hole. I pulled my hand out as a car passed and sniffed the musty scent on my fingers. Not a shitty smell, but a musty man must smell. I also realized my ass was a little sore from the training the day before. I reasoned to myself that a quick DM chat with the boss would be fine. Not a problem. Here’s the transcript: Me: Gm. How’s it going? I’m on the way to work and just noticed that my ass is a bit sore from yesterdays workout. Him: Gm. Doing okay. That sounds like something to have your doctor look at. Are you taking the time to do that this morning? I have some time open for walk ins this morning. (For some reason that message made me a bit uncertain, almost dizzy) Me: I have some meetings today and can’t really mess around too much today. Him: I understand. You want to mess around but have a limited window. You should be taking the time to look after your anal health you know. I understand if you can’t stop by but I’m here if you decide to. That time I heard it with my entire brain . The trigger phrase “taking the time”, an old post hypnotic suggestion that is a command to stop holding down the part of me that wants to play. The imp inside that always always wants it and is never yet satisfied. Sometimes I regret sharing it with him. I messaged a few more times and said I really could not today. No response from him. “Fucker” I thought. As I got closer to my office (and His place) I got more and more nervous. Anxious. Thoughts racing. Yes. No. You don’t have to. No, you don’t, but you want to. I stopped the car. I got my bag of tricks out of the car. I walked up to the back door of his house, knocked, and walked in. “Hey Doc. You still have an opening for me?” He is sitting at the dining table with a scatter of tools and party favors all around him. He smiles and starts bantering about releases and HIPPA forms. “You did sign the multi-function total consent form the last time you were here, right?” I’m standing nervous and awkward in the doorway to the kitchen. “I honestly can’t remember.” ”Well, you did. Here, start with a big hit of this. You will feel better about yourself.” He hands me a mini-water bubbler with a globe full of sparking white rocks. I take it and the mini blow torch. Click. I watch the shards melt and the vapors start to rise and then I exhale and gently inhale for a full 40 seconds. He’s watching my face intently. “Hold it. Hold it.” I hold it for a good half minute. “Exhale.” I exhale, but only a pale whiff of a cloud. “You didn’t get any.” With the exhale I can feel the tension falling out of my body. I smile. “Yes I did, it’s just all in my lungs.” He says “Again.” I repeat the breathing treatment twice more but the third time, I only hold a second and spew giant ass white clouds out into the room. He is smiling. I’m feeling my nipple through my shirt. I realize I’m feeling my nipple through my shirt and just decide there is no reason to be wearing it. I put the equipment down and slip off my shirt. I am feeling calm cool collected and sexy as fuck. I rub my hands over my chest and then pick up the pipe and torch again. I offer it to Him and he laughs and declines. I light up again and take a big hit. The world is narrowing. I realize I would really love some cock, but don’t quite know how to ask. I offer him the tools again he refuses with a smile and I wonder what he put on the mouth of the pipe. ”Hey, did you dose me?” It’s possible I’m slurring but I’m not so sure. “Time for your exam. Drop your trousers and bend over.” He slides his chair around and waits expectantly. This is fun. I like this game. Unbuckle belt open fly and pull pants and briefs down to my ankles. I waddle forward and a big glop of precum slobbers out my pee hole. We both watch it drip in slow motion to the ground. I bend over and across his lap. He adjusts. My shoes are still on so my legs are tangled and awkward. I have no purchase and my hole is spread wide. The cool air in the room is making it pucker. I hear him spit. I hear him say “this might burn at first.” And something a little jagged is pushed into my butt. It feels like he used three or four fingers. I jump and squirm. “Hold still, just one more minute.” I can feel his cock underneath me growing. It is big. His finger/fingers stay inside me. He taps once, twice, three times on some secret button and I moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck”is all I can manage. And the world is suddenly exactly as it should be. “Do you have your poppers today? He asks. I nod and actually drool a little. I slide off his lap. He makes it hard to do. Knees, shoes, cocks, precum. I’m crawling on the floor to my bag. Ass is in the air. I retrieve my poppers and wait for what is next. to be continued ?

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!

I can’t stop daydreaming about becoming a real breeding slut for masculine black men! I keep fantasizing about me meeting black top men and having them all fill me with their baby making seed. I want to get knocked up by a black man!!!!!!

Sorry for the delay in getting back - the holidays got in the way... Before things got too far along, I found my "Anal Intruder Cockring" (a chrome cockring, that has a curved piece of steel and a ball on the end to slip into your ass). You have to get it on before you get hard, otherwise your cock and balls will never slide through the cockring. Looks and feels HOT!!! (And won't fall out like a buttplug!) I had my laptop with me, so I logged in to PornHub to watch some of the hot bareback videos in my playlist. Found a hot one of Tex Davidson at some B & B at the breakfast table in leather. His buddy starts sucking his cock, while the other guests pretend not to notice. (Really? I'd have been down on my knees licking his buddy's ass...) They eventually get up from the table and go into the next room where Tex fucks the shit out him - then fists his hairy hole - Fuck!!!! As much as I would like to imagine being the bottom, the action did start to have a reaction on my dick - with a little help from the Viagra... Seeing Tex's fat cock slide in and out of that hairy ass, I tried to imagine my cock feeling the warm lining of that muscle hole. As the blood engorged my cock, I could feel the cockring getting tighter around my cock and balls - and the steel ball in my hole started to press against my prostate. "Fuck!" I said to myself in the dark cubicle. "Looks like you wanna go fuck some butt!" I said to my dick, as if it had a mind of its own. It'd been awhile since I'd seen my cock that hard, and it started to trigger all those alpha top feelings! The "00" gauge PA stood out proudly, announcing, "I'm gonna rip your ass apart!" I slipped on my leather jock, squeezing my cock and balls through the hole in the front - then snapped on the chrome-studded codpiece - but my cock was so hard, I had to position it straight up - with the head and PA sticking out the top. "Fuck - that's hot!" I said, checking myself out in the mirror. Next was my leather harness, a red and black leather armband (this time on my left arm), and my leather biker's cap. I usually go barefoot at the baths - but, now I decided to put on my red wool socks and black leather paratrooper boots. I lit a Camel and stood there, fantasizing about fucking the hot ass I'd fingered earlier. Before leaving the room, I pumped several globs of J-lube into the leather pouch, and massaged it around my stiff cock. (I love the way Viagra - when it works - makes your dick hard without even thinking about it!!!) Primed and ready, I slid the elastic roomkey ring around my wrist, and headed out the door. The hallway was quiet. I turned to my left to make a circle around the perimeter rooms. As I turned the corner, I ran into Jorge, one of the employees who cleans the rooms, etc. He's a hot, little Latino, with a fat uncut dick. He's fucked me and my bf several times when he's not on duty. And he introduced us to our current dealer - so he's definitely cool with the whole parTy thing. "Hey Jorge! How's it goin'?" I said, rubbing his muscular shoulder. "Great, man! Looks like you're having a good time!" he grinned, nodding at my cock protruding from the codpiece. "Is Pete here?" he asked, referring to my boyfriend. "Yeah - he's here somewhere." I answered. "We got an extra room, just so people wouldn't be wierded out by playing with a couple." "Ohhhhhhh," he replied, still not quite understanding why a couple would want to have sex with strangers. "If you see him - tell him I'm hard, and I wanna fuck his slutty hole!" I grinned, rubbing my hand up and down the codpiece. "Si papi!" Jorge said, rubbing his own packed denim crotch. I continued slowly down the hallway, making sure Jorge got a good look at my leather-strapped ass. I wouldn't mind getting fucked by his fat cock when he got off work! - - - All the doors were shut - obviously cleaned and prepped by Jorge for the next pig. I made another right to go down the back hall - a fairly long stretch of rooms. About halfway down, there was an open door. I slowed down and stopped short of the door. Nice-looking guy laying on the narrow single mattress. Towel draped over his crotch with his hand underneath massaging something. The light was flickering from the TV, obviously a gay porn playing. I moved a little closer, 'til he could see me partially in the door. He seemed a little taken aback by the leather - or maybe it was the PA poking out of my jock. He stopped stroking - usually a signal of no interest. I nodded his way, and moved on, slowly taking in the rest of the small room. A bottle of poppers on the bedside table, a pack of cigarettes, lighter, lube and a small dildo. Not my kind of wild pig - - - but I've been surprised sometimes by the curious... Coming down the hall toward me were two leather guys - probably the guys that Roger had mentioned earlier. They looked a little spun - unblinking eyes, rubbing their crotches, a little unsteady. We gave each other a good stare - they continued on past, but I turned around to get a better look and they were staring back, too. hmmm - might be fun? - - - One more turn down a hallway, and I was done with that floor. So, I took the stairs down to the 2nd floor, each step down forcing the steel ball in my ass to rub against my prostate. Under normal circumstances, I would have taken it easy (fearing a leaky shit or a squirt of piss) - but high on meth and with a clean fuckhole, I surrendered to the pleasure - and took full advantage of being in this sleazy temple of taboo sex! The second floor was a little more active - guys walking the halls in raggedy towels or jockstraps, and actually doing some cruising. There were the usual clusters of party twinks, gathered in small groups, making comments about the bathhouse crowd. I find them somewhat annoying - but I've found that if you can get one separated from the group, they can be turned into a pretty hot, nasty, pig! In fact, Ty, a hot blonde muscleboi, was hanging with his friends in the TV lounge. He grinned when he saw me, so I moved toward him. I put one hand on his butt and one on his shoulder, and leaned in to whisper, "Gonna have some good chempiss for ya later." I knew he wouldn't respond in front of his friends, so I just moved on, but I could hear his friends giving him a hard time about the "leather daddy" who'd just made a pass at him. I turned around long enough to see him blushing like a schoolgirl! Moving on down the hall, I saw a crowd gathered outside of one of the rooms. The closer I got, I started to hear the grunts and moans of some serious fucking! Looking over the heads of the crowd (I'm pretty tall), I could see a young guy on his back, legs in the air, getting fucked by Leroy (one of the regulars at this club). Leroy is a skinny, black guy with a HUGE cock! The bottom was taking it well - obviously used to getting fucked on a regular basis. He had a black leather collar around his neck, and as I scanned the rest of the room, I saw that the collar had a chain attached to it - and the chain led to another young guy in a ballcap. He was too far away for me to hear, but I caught enough to know that he was telling Leroy to fuck the slut. Nuthin' like havin' a lover who forces you to be a fuckwhore!!! I thought about stopping and waiting my turn to try out the slut's hole, but I was on a mission to get my cock in that muscleass I'd played with earlier. I stopped in the bathroom briefly and got a few handfuls of hot water from the sink to drizzle in to my leather codpiece (the J-Lube had started to dry out and get super sticky - and the hot water helped to reconstitute it to its slimy gooiness). One more turn down another hallway, and I was closing in on my goal. I could see the door to "muscleass's" room open, and I was hoping that he hadn't already checked out. Trying to keep my calm, I moved slowly down the hall until I could see a little ways into the room. The pig was still there! He was still in his black jock - but he had added a leather harness. And I had only noticed his amazing ass before, but now I saw that he had an incredibly worked out body. He was laying on his back, legs spread, smoking a cigarette and watching whatever was playing on the small room TV. I moved closer, until I was standing in the doorway to his room. He looked down and stared for the longest time before finally motioning me in. I walked to the side of the bed and stood there. "Looks like you've been having fun," I said. He sat up - his face at eye level with my pouch - looked up at me with big dilated pupils and nodded his head slowly. One of his hands massaged the leather pouch, sending pulsing waves of blood into my already hard cock. The light flickering from the TV reflected on my PA, which he rolled back and forth through the pierced flesh. While he was "getting to know me," I looked around the room checking for toys - and other sTuff. He had some good-sized dildoes tossed in a bag on the floor. And then, there sitting on the plywood cube next to the bed, I saw a little plastic baggie peeking out under a pack of cigarette. I reached down and picked it up. "Hmmmm…. looks like someone likes to party?!" I grinned. "This all you got left?" I asked, flicking the bag with my finger and seeing that there was barely enough for a booty bump. His face remained motionless, but he raised his arms toward me, asking for help getting up. I placed my hands under his armpits and lifted him to a standing position. Shit! He was almost as tall as me (I'm 6'4") and his body felt rock solid. He was a little wobbly on his feet, but he walked the few steps to the door and shut it. Then he placed his index finger to his lips, as a signal to be quiet, squatted down and fished through the bag of dildoes until he pulled out an Altoids tin. He popped it open, and there were at least six more FULL bags of crystal neatly arranged. "Fuck!" I said a little too loudly, forcing him to put his finger to his lips again. "He leaned in close, and said, "I think I'm covered for awhile," followed by a big smile and a grope of my balls.