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

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

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

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

was in Dallas traveling for work - I had been working 12-16 hour days M-F on this project, and after a week of that I was ready to cut loose a bit! got back to my hotel room and found a hot (from his pics) total top guy mid 40's Blk/Mex 6' 200, lots of tats and a marvelously thuggish look to him. Our email exchange made it obvious we had everything the other was looking for. He invited me over, and after I cleaned up and got my bag of tricks packed, I made the 20 minute trip over to his place. Rick buzzed me up to his 15th floor condo. He let me in, meeting me at the door in sporting a nice bulge in his baggy training shorts looking hot as hell in his white wifebeater. Once I was in his place, I started to undress, he smiled and said "good, yeah get those off - you wanna party?" I eagerly said yes, and produced a little I had brought, offering to share - "No, I'll treat, he said...c'mon." We said very little after that, as we went to his bedroom and blew a few clouds to warm up. I knelt at his feet, fished his cock out - turned out to by 9" and very very thick - and proceeded to suck him hungrily. Gradually, he worked shorts and t-shirt off, revealing a hell of a lot of tattoos, but I particularly noticed the one, written in inch and a half letters in a arc just under his navel which said "SLUT." I thought it was unusual but hot looking, and kept sucking his cock to full mast. He then pulled out some points, laid on his back on the bed, and told me to sit on his cock. I gladly did, taking him all to the hilt after only a couple adjustments. He was rock hard and felt amazing - I just sat on him, grinding on his big dick while he told me we were going to slam together now. I took the point he gave me, and prepped my arm - he did the same. OK, go ahead, he told me. I registered and quickly dumped the contents into my bloodstream. Cough, ringing, burning hole, eyes rolling, rush, I became sheer horniness itself. He had done the same and, both flying, we fucked for a couple hours, mostly with me on my back legs in the air - totally giving it all up to him and his massive cock. Finally as I was on all fours, began pounding my ass like a machine, and he left a big load in my eager hole. Stay there, he said, and he reclined on his back, positioning his cock under my head as I stayed on all fours. I went down on him and was cleaning him off, sucking his cum of his beautiful cock, still tweaked and wanting more...and as I bobbed up and down and he started to become hard again, my eyes were drawn to that SLUT tattoo again. "Nice tattoo," I said, "I wouldn't have the nerve to get a tattoo like that, you know, call myself a slut." He answered, "you're the one who can read it, not me, why do you think I had it put there - fuckin slut!?" He smiled with a triumphant, smugly superior look only a man with a 9" cock can have. So fucking hot - he had me totally right then, I loved that he put me in my place. Whispering loudly, "Fuck, yeah," I swallowed all of his hard cock before his fucked me again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE – Unsuspected Pnp’ers Who knew they partied? A recent series of posts on Breeding Zone, discussing whether or not your friends are aware of your partying activities got me thinking about the times I discovered someone I knew and would never have expected indulged, was instead well-acquainted with enhanced sex. For 16 years, I've managed to keep my party life from interfering with my two careers or other "normal world" day-to-day activities. Some periods I attend pnp parties once or twice a week, some periods a few times a month, sometimes only once a month. In answer to your question, CERTAIN friends know I party (certainly my husband knows I do, though he does not - our open sexual relationship for the past 27+ years and our opposite work schedules mean I do so only during those times he is working which he is cool with). Only one of my straight friends knows I party, and select gay/bi friends. Usually those are friends I've either met "in the scene" who have crossed over into being actual real-world friends that one could rely on, rather than just pnp-buds (who are fine too, so long as one realizes the limitations and true parameters of that kind of interaction). However, every once in a while I'm surprised to discover someone I never expected is a partier, and I always get a kick out of hooking up in a situation like that. When my husband and I lived in Hell’s Kitchen in the 90s, directly across the air-shaft that sank through the center of our apartment building lived two guys who like us were musical theater performers – these guys were both hot and ripped African-American dancers (my hubby and I are Anglo – and like them I had a muscled dancer bod). It got to the point where we would all do 3 ways and 4 ways together… the catch being that either one or both of them would come to our place, or I would go to theirs by climbing across the airshaft 4 stories up! (My hubby, an opera singer, could not do the same). To be fair, the ventilation shaft was shaped like a hexagon <=> and we crawled across where in the angle where the two windows met. Like us, one of them was really kinky and the other pretty vanilla so no enhancements were ever included. They eventually moved out to LA to do music videos. Then, a few years later, after I had started to pnp a bit more, I bumped into Craig, the kinky one, at a buddy’s afternoon chemparty and finally got to play with him in a supercharged way – we did so several times during the time he was back in New York for a show – it was great to finally fuck that beautiful hot ass bareback and get fucked by his fat black cock the same way, along with some major hole play between us. There was a hot but conservative couple I knew that for years were very vocally anti-party - we'd played together, but it took longer for me to get to their place then the un-enhanced sex would actually take, and so I didn't go out often. Then one day out of the blue they had a total switch and my numerous sessions with them since have been very hoT - I've written about them in my true experiences blog on this site. The same for an actor/director I knew only professionally - we'd starred in two productions together and he'd directed me in a third... what a Christmas Present it was when this guy - a married guy with kids who had a TV series in the 80s and is in a ton of movies we've all seen - got me alone at a rehearsal for "A Christmas Carol" and told me he was bisexual and a 'mutual friend' had assured him that I could mentor him in the T-fueled gay sex scene which I gladly said I would... this was made even more ironic in that I was playing Bob Crachit and he was playing Ebenezer Scrooge at the time. Imagine if you will seeing Crachit and Scrooge naked, blowing clouds and booty bumping, with Crachit topping and breeding a leather restrained Scrooge and giving him chem piss... yeah we played that up in our first sex session (even used the British accents...). One of our other first sessions took place in his house one evening, in his office/library room while his soon-to-be ex-wife was out – we swapped pipe hits while fucking on his desk and blowing clouds on the family pics on his desk. When they separated, he took an apartment in Upper Manhattan and we pnp’d there frequently. Another surprise was recent and very, very welcome. During the '90s when I lived in Hell's Kitchen, there were a number of regularly scheduled sex parties in NYC. There was one I attended very frequently where the guys running it would not charge me the entrance fee if I would come early and get the sex started (having no inhibitions). One of the event runners, Bill, was one of the hottest guys I'd ever had sex with and we'd frequently save our last encounter of the night for each other when we'd flip-fuck, both of us having spent the rest of evening topping others. While I would do some bottoming on some nights, he never did at all, except for me and one other guy and only at the end of the party, because the other guys in management didn't want his big cock and butch leather reputation to be sullied among the other customers/guests - apparently, they felt, correctly it seems, that the possibility of being fucked by him brought lots of guys back week after week. Bill and I also very naughtily broke the “always use a condom” pledge that was part of the event rules somewhat frequently… however, it was usually so late that there’d be no one to notice who ever would have complained or reported it, and hell, he was one of the event runners! Anyway, these parties were very much NOT chem-friendly so how would I know he was into it? After 12 years without seeing each other, he read one of my "real experience" blogs on Tumblr, and as he said "I knew immediately that had to be you!" and sent a message. Funny, he was afraid I wouldn't remember, or that I'd not be interested - WRONG!! I nearly fell out of my chair trying to respond immediately - it's nice to know that someone you think was one of the most amazing sex partners EVER thinks the same of you! The first time I saw him after those 12 years, I met him in midtown to introduce him to my candyman. After sitting around with a few other guys and blowing clouds with them, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other – and since nothing was going to be happening where we were for at least a few more hours – we found a nearby hotel room, raced over there, got naked, loaded up our pipes and dove all over each other. We both ate hole for what seemed like hours, since we’re both addicted to rimming and we each do it VERY well. It was a very hot, unexpected surprise (we hadn’t planned on playing until the following week) and though it was only a couple of hours, it was just so much fun to really LET GO with this kindred spirit. Just this past weekend, I introduced him to a hot versatile couple I play with sometimes in the Bronx, and it was the first time I saw him slammed (he’s done so very infrequently)… it was amazing to watch him truly relax and just have FUN while the four of us flip fucked and enjoyed each other all around. So we've now partied together - one on one, which is unusual for me - several times now and the sessions have been awesome. We also relate on a number of other levels including having husbands with physical disabilities, and its great to have someone to talk about that with as well - its been double bonus time for both of us!

Installment number Nine of what was probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style non-enhanced sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, as did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - with Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the guesthouse with his revealed to be former partyboi husband Charlie), Karl and the other Houseboys and the skinhead Manager Zar. Then an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – shows up in time for the party. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story during the storm-caused power failure, and our str8 boy gets booty-bumped one too many times and pulls me back to my room because he needs to be fucked NOW... We were in the midst of thanking each other profusely – me for offering me his cherry, he for me waiting for him to want it then doing so well – when a key turned in the lock and Lou peeked around the doorframe. “Finally.” He commented. “Thank you, J-man, you are impressive.” “Daddy-J is a master of his art” (which he pronounced ‘ahhhT’) replied Vice to Lou, “now shut up, get in here and fuck me!” SATURDAY, 2AM and BEYOND: IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNIN’ I laughed hearing the deflowered stud in my bed demanding more cock in his ass. Lou looked really, really pleased and fished in his pouch for a big rock to drop in the waterpipe. Sparking the torch, he melted the rock as Vice and I looked on, then took a big rip off the pipe and smiled. “So,” he began as he blew out his cloud. “You liked it then?” “It’s wickie hot,” was Vice’s reply as Lou took what looked like another massive hit. He then handed me the pipe and torch and pulled Vice in for a shotgun that turned into a major tongue-wrestle between them. As I took a big hit myself, Lou and Vice finally disengaged, their cloud dissipating between them. “Feel any less like a man?” Lou continued his line of questioning. Vice shook his head several times then said: “Nah, it’s just like J-man here said, you can get fucked and still be all man… I totally get that now, J,” he looked to me as he finished. “And damn it feels hot as fuck too. Just like me fucking ass, I gotta try out a few more samples. For instance, I just had some amazing white meat, isn’t it time for some dark meat now?” We all laughed. After passing the pipe and sharing shotguns between the three of us, Vice looked at Lou and said, “You been wanting a piece of this for a while, ain’t cha’ bro? Been jonesing for some fine straight-boy hole?” With a big smirk, Lou replied “you don’t know the half of it homie… Been jonesing for that super ‘fine’ tail for a while – givin’ and takin’ now? Dat’s fly… jus’ wha’ I need for a real wingman, yo.” I was chuckling to myself as both of their speech patterns went totally street urban all of a sudden while they teased each other. I mean, Vice always had the Bahstan-Capecadd drawl to a degree, but he was unconsciously laying it on thicker now while Lou seemed to be able to turn on and off his “Official Only African American Dealer In The Town But Customers Expect It” Urban Patois that he obviously got a kick out of using when it was fun for him or when he wanted a customer or any possible threat to think that’s all he was… and hey, it certainly comes across strong, confident and badass… smart dude that Lou. Seeing the rabid looks they were giving each other, I hopped off the bed and quickly removed almost all of my leather, grabbed a towel and my bath kit and my key and said “Sounds like I should give you guys a few… gonna go piss, shower and wander. How long should I stay gone?” “Only 15 or 20,” Vice replied, “I wanna’ try out that ‘Lucky Philippe’ thing you talk about.” “Lucky Pierre” I corrected, and you’ll love it, see you in a few…” I saw Lou lining his chocolate cock up with Vice’s hole as I closed the door and headed to the shared bathroom. Just as I was heading in, a guy stopped me in the hall. This was an older gent, probably the oldest guest in the place that night – he’d been one of the gladiator movie fans from this afternoon and had to be 75 if he was a day, lean and wiry, his white skin tanned like well worn leather, about 5’6” and a few tatts that looked genuine Navy like the vintage white sailor cap he was sporting over his silver buzz cut, white canvas deck shoes and a military surplus jock completed his attire. “You needing to empty the tap, sir? Why waste it on the porcelain?” Pleased with his nonchalant request, I figured, why not? “Sure thing Sailor, but you better know that this is definitely high-octane and very much not plain unleaded. That okay?” He nodded, “damn sir, that’s a bonus!” “Okay Sea-dawg, front or back?” The armband on his thin right bicep was black so that wasn’t an issue. His face lit up as he answered “Back, back please. Much better bump from your fuel that way… don’t worry, sir all clean.” With the caverject shot still in full force I was hard again almost immediately. He wasn’t really my type, but he’d kept trim and the grin on his face and the twinkle in his eye were enough for me to recognize a fellow player who enjoyed the game as much as I did and probably didn’t get to play as much anymore… and yeah, this would be me someday too, so l gave this Korean War Vet/New Chembuddy as good a quickie as I could, I remember hoping karma would come back to me someday in the future! I started to bring him into the restroom, but he asked quietly “out here?”. Which made me grin, and made my cock a bit harder, as I turned him and made him do a perp stance facing the wall in the hall, arms up and legs spread. He was lubed but freshly so, and I still had plenty on my tool that a bit of spit got us wet enough for me to slide right in… warm velvet I have to admit. We were near the edge of the now slightly dimmer emergency lighting and seemed like a few guys were watching from the shadows, so rather than give him my chempiss right away, I gave him a nice steady firm mid-pace fuck for a couple of minutes – he had nice muscle control I must admit. “Damn” I said out loud to please him as I pumped him while reaching around to tweak his pierced nips, “you may look like a salty dog, but you’re still an able-bodied seaman where it counts sailor.” (My several times playing Lt. Cable in “South Pacific” were serving me well here…) “Oh yeah, Cap’n, you like that Squid Hole?” he groaned back. (How do I always wind up an officer?). I switched to a slow screw that I knew couldn’t last more than a few minutes as I seriously had to piss by this time, and I wanted to end with the piss so we didn’t mess up the hallway – which would happen if I continued a fuck on a piss-filled hole. That was when I felt a fat warm cock slide into MY hole while a soft hairy belly from someone rather large covered my back and two hairy arms slid around me and started seriously tweaking MY nips, and both felt great. A grumbly voice spoke in my ear “You like filling my man’s sweet ass? You’re making him so happy I had to find some way to repay you.” I figured this must be the Bear from the afternoon’s Gladiator group who was sitting at the time with the Vet I was pumping now – seemed to remember thinking he could play Santa Claus at Macy’s without any false hair, false beard or false belly… hell, it worked for the moment. “His ass is like velvet, man, and you feel great back there too, BUT I was just supposed to be emptying my chempiss in your salty dog here except when I slid in I just couldn’t resist a little bit of a fuck before I empty out. And I have to empty out SOON. Seriously, almost bursting here.” “Okay, just let me have a minute or two more, I’ll pound you, you pound him – he can take it – then piss away!” Which is what we did. Maybe another 20-25 hard pounding strokes and I felt Santa shudder and jerk as he dropped a load in me while my battered bladder finally let go and filled his partner with a good amount of high octane chem piss. The naval dude just sighed and said, “Thanks Cap’n, anytime you need a snug harbor…” “Thanks for that, both of you” I said to the pair as I finished pissing and quickly popped out of the now squishy hole, “but now I have to do a quick shower and run…” Santa wiggled his eyebrows at me, asking “Your straight boytoy waiting to fuck you some more?” I couldn’t resist. “No man,” I replied with a smirk. “My pet straight boy begged me to de-virginize his straight hairy ass, and he’s waiting for me to fuck him again – our dusky friend is filling the void for me right now, and I want to get back…” Okay, okay, I was actually bragging… wouldn’t you? The look on their faces was priceless – and Santa’s cock jerked up a couple of times on its own and dribbled out a bit more jizz. I swiped my finger through it, licked it off my finger and gave a quick but proper salute then sauntered into the bathroom. In unison behind me I heard two male voices whimper “Fuuuuuuck…” Within a few minutes, I had dumped lube and load out of my butt, did a spot clean, showered the outer layer of sweat and lube off, gargled some mouthwash and headed back to “my boys”. Entering the hall from the shower I realized the power had gone back on while I was in there – the red lighting from the beginning of the evening was back, looking around I noticed that there were less doors open and a few more “do not disturb” signs out as some guys, especially those not enhanced, got tuckered out and finished up their play for the night. I took a quick detour back to the stairs to the third floor and went part way up – the door to room 38 was only barely cracked, but it was evident that there was still a good bit of activity going on in there – as I tried to get a better handle on how things were going in there, the door creaked a bit more open and Sebastian popped his head out. “Just checking – we are going to need another fifteen minutes or so,” I whispered, “do you want the three of us to come back up?” Nodding his head with great emphasis, Sebastian replied “Oh very much so yes, things should go on for at least another two hours… oui, yes, come… come soon!” Promising we would, I headed back downstairs and slipped into the room. “Ready for me?” I asked as I came in. One of the room lights was now on, and I saw that Vice was fumbling around – gently -by my laptop while Lou was pulling drinks out of my cooler with one hand and holding his monster water pipe with the other. “Sweet, hand me one of those gatorades, man,” Lou tossed me a lemon-lime, my favorite and I feel like I emptied half of it down my gullet in 30 seconds or less, “thanks, I needed that. You boys enjoying your new activity!” “Mmm-hmm-hmm” was all I could get out of a smirking, grinning Lou, while Vice replied, “Indeed we are, but I’m glad you are back, I need to examine these two styles side by side. Mind blown, J, mind blown!” He chuckled to himself a bit then looked down at what he was doing. “Oh, but first, when the power went back on, your machine booted itself back up but it seems to be freaking out a bit. I tried to calm it down, but you’d better… and maybe put on some more hot stuff now that it’s not on battery anymore?” He couldn’t have looked more like a little boy in that moment if he tried. The problem was easy – the dvd drive kept trying to engage, but no one was pressing “play”. I put in Hot Desert Knights with a leather theme and took the offered bong and shared a few rips with the boys. I let them know the gang upstairs would be happy to have us return if they both wanted to AFTER we schooled Vice on “Lucky Pierre”. Since he’d spent the last little while being dicked by his bud’s weapon, it was time for him to fuck Lou while I sandwiched Vice from behind. Lou lay on the bed and raised his legs to the sky while Vice and I spent a minute or five tonguing that hole and Frenching each other with a few more clouds, then Vice got to his knees and grabbed Lou by the ankles and pushed in. “Ooh, hold a minute” asked Lou. “Seriously? You been fucked all night man,” I kidded, “not enough lube?” “No, dammit,” he replied, “freakin’ CHARLIE HORSE”, which made all of us, even him laugh out loud. I took those few minutes while he and Vice kneaded Lou’s calf muscle (with Vice still fully inserted) to rim Vice’s magnificent no-longer-virgin ass, getting it a bit more ready. “Done!” Lou said, “now get that daddy dick in the boy here…” On my knees I entered Vice from behind while Lou held poppers under his pal’s nose – I slid right in like Brett Gardner stealing Third in Post Season… damn life is good sometimes, right? Both my boys were moaning and talking nasty and seemed to be in heaven, myself likewise. Vice commented finally – “this is the most amazing sensation my body has ever had, no wonder this is your fav, J Daddy!” A minute or two later, he called ‘switch’. I stood at the edge of the bed sitting on a pillow, rolled onto my back with knees to my chest, then pulled myself back to the edge so that my ass was partly off with the pillow wedging it up, then I reached over pulled the other pillow behind my neck got my knees behind my elbows and said, “Ready boys.” Like I did before, Vice and Lou attacked my hole for a bit with tongues and clouds, then with a huff of Max Impact off a sweat sock, Vice once again sank his thick linguica into the guy who took his virgin hole. He was getting REALLY good working a man’s hole, and when his eyes widened a bit and then slowly closed in a blissful expression, I knew that Lou’s chocolate delight was re-finding its new home. “Fuuhuuhgh, so wickie hawt, yeah, yeah – how do you dudes ever STOP doing this?” Lou and I both chortled a bit about that, and I answered, “that’s why I try to do it so often, right?” The expression on Vice’s face was one of sheer bliss. Lou caught my eye over his shoulder and murmured “get ready to do that muscle contraction thing you do with yo ass J-man, we’re going to send him to orbit from both sides…” I nodded and Lou raised his voice to a growl in Vice’s ear “Welcome to Nirvana man – there ain’t not going back to boring ass vanilla sex now!” Vice’s eyes shot open as Lou began a wild rough triple beat pound on this now ravenous hole of Vice’s while I worked my muscle magic on that hot cock of his at the same time… the poor kid looked like he was about to hyperventilate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah, Yeah, YEAH… FUCKIN HEAVEN BROS!!!” Vice bucked and heaved, then stuck both arms straight out to both sides and bellowed “STOP! … MUST BREATHE!” All movement came to a halt as the Dealer stud and I smiled at each other with the newly initiated stud muffin between us collapsed on my chest, tears streaming down his face as he laughed, giggled, panted and moaned “so good, so wickie good, so fuckin good…” and then laughed and cried some more hugging my chest, then kissing me and smiling “Oh daddy, so so so good… but I gotta have five to pull my soul back inta my body man… and then we go upstairs.” “Excellent,” I responded. “That’s my wingman,” said Lou. As his chest slowed down from it’s heaving, Vice was laughing again “Nothing came out of my dick, but it felt like the most powerful cum I ever had… as good as when you fucked me to jizz without touching myself, J-daddy- not better cause it couldn’t be but LONGER. The two of you might kill me but I wouldn’t care.” His breathing slowed some more, then he smirked at us “I realize I have two professional level players here with me, but I’m new, we’re all high as fuck and they are out there wanting us to join in… can we?” “Hell yeah,” I said, “But do something for me. Enjoy getting more cock and more ass, but trust me if you want to take on Marcel, leave him for last and let us get you ready – everyone else should be fine.” I went to the closet and pulled a few things out; “let me set you both up so they think the whole master and his boys things is real since it seems to turn them on – AND it also allows me to protect our newbie here since they all seem to hop to my commands even Marcel, so… first of all, a subtle change…” pulling most of the leather off of Vice, I pulled the second black ribbon out of the wrist band and wrapped it around his right arm so he had two like Lou and I did, “don’t say a word, see who figures it out first.” “Devious, J-man, even I could take lessons…” Lou quipped. I put them both in black cloth baseball caps not exactly matching but close, same with two white jock-codpieces (the waistband stays on but you can unsnap the pouch so your cock is free and it still has straps in the back to frame your ass perfectly, each with thick rubber cock rings, leather thongs tied around their biceps on both sides right under the ribbons, white sweat socks, and leather and cloth wrist wraps that could be locked together so one’s right wrist was connected to his buddy’s left and they’d need to walk in tandem. My master’s cap, my full metal harness, leather vest and a black leather jock-codpiece also with removable pouch, chrome taint tickler thick cockring, my engineer boots and we were ready. “What, no leash and collars for us?” Lou joked. I took his hand, showed him my pale hand by turning it back and forth right over his, then took his dark hand and flipped it back and forth, then put them together showing the contrast. “Hell no,” I said seriously, “if you ever want me to do that in private fine, because to me it doesn’t matter whose got more melanin and whose got less - and is fucking jealous!!” which made him laugh in that grave moment, which was good, “but with these guys? Some of whom may have the issues we talked about and joked about earlier? No way will I denigrate you that way or have them think that just cause you’re “my boys” that I think of you as anything less than me or that you are in a servant position to me, no. I just won’t do it. There’s too much real shit out there without having to add to it for a fantasy or for show. Hope that’s cool, but not me.” Lou just grabbed me and planted a huge kiss on me, his eyes looked a bit wet. “That. That… damn man, look what you did to me you righteous fuck you! Respect man,” he touched his heart and looked down for a bit. “Respect” Vice just goggled at us during this whole exchange. “Well then,” Lou announced. “Since Daddy J will NOT be Masta J, for which I thank him, then let’s go up there with heads held high, cocks half hard and asses primed and SHOW THEM MOTHERFUCKERS HOW ITS DONE!”. Laughing our asses off we made it to Room 38, were welcomed heartily with clouds and booty bumps and kisses and gropes and rimming and more clouds, and Zar being the first to notice Vice’s “change of status” to versatile and so claiming “DIBS!” while the rest swarmed Vice like frat boys getting free pizza, so I stepped in front of my newbie, and got into my Daddy/Boy role play persona while holding out my hand, between the Tina, the fog of long pnp play and the hot situation, I was really chewing the scenery as we say, even getting bombastic but man it was fun. “Just understand something here. This boy of mine is special, and he asked me to take his cherry tonight – and I did, then his brother there added his skills too. And my boy liked it – he liked it a lot, and he’s gonna be an amazing switch hitter, but on this special occasion, he wants to try a few more… and I gave my permission, I WANT him to enjoy this and so far he’s had remarkably little pain and let me be clear, it will STAY that way. Get it? Now he’s a real man and so I’m not saying you can’t fuck hard or get a bit rough or wrestle it up some, but this is his first damn time and I promise you he will enjoy it or you will answer to me. So no games with not enough lube, or scratching him up, or pushing too much in too fast or making him bleed, or any shit like that. Understand? I want him to WANT to do this again, so don’t fuck this up. Right?” Head nods all around and it was all I could do not to crack up – they all took me at my word and only the brief smile of gratitude from Vice and the furtive look of merriment on Lou and to be honest, Zar’s faces let me know I had a few appreciating my over the top performance. But I was being honest, I wanted the kid to like this, not wind up bleeding and in pain and never repeating his experiences. Zar would get his wish from this afternoon as Vice wanted him to go first, which seemed to immensely please the hot skinhead guest house manager. As a final note before sex, I pulled Vice and Marcel aside and whispered low to Marcel “Dude, I know you’re an alpha, you don’t get fucked only fisted and you are a master cocksman with that battering ram of yours and I can attest to how amazing that feels opening a guy up. But I’m asking you to let him decide if wants to finally have a go at that masterpiece, and I’m asking you to wait for a few smaller guys to go first, then go easy at first – and use some boybutter on that piercing of yours, not just spit, okay? You can do all that to me or my other boy Lou over there. Show your amazing skills to Vice by making him love it. If he says stop, DO, or he and I will double fuck you until you scream… that a deal – it’s a fine just cherry-picked hole and it will be worth your while. Deal?” Marcel kissed us both on both cheeks and said “Agreed. You protect your boys, good. Like me with Sebastian. Now let’s all fuck – since our house manager gets him first, I’ll substitute his Daddy’s hole instead.” Overhearing that Zar tossed me Max Impact, a jock, and then held a pipe to my lips to get me started for Marcel’s monster. And that’s how within 10 minutes from leaving my room the three of us wound up side by side fucking and rimming a hot dude in front of us with three studs behind us pounding our holes. Lou had Sebastian to fuck and rim, with Ed topping him, Vice was enjoying Rachman “Rocky”’s beautiful butt, with Zar blissfully pounding him out expertly, while I rimmed and fucked Gary while Marcel attempted to create a new lane of the Lincoln Tunnel in my ass… amazing, BUT… still amazing… And so it went, the three of us got to be “Lucky Pierre’s” much of the time with the occasional bonus of either a cock or hot hole for our mouths and tongues along with our cocks in an ass and cocks in us. Much swapping of threes and fours, and Vice not only enjoyed Zar as a top, but had Tom and Ed and Gary fuck him too – Rachman and Sebastian leaning heavily bottom for the evening passed on a turn but asked for “rain checks”. There were times when Vice and I, or Lou and Vice, or Zar and me would be 69ing sucking the others cocks while each of us was being fucked too. Finally, Vice decided it was time he tried the “Double Diamond Dick” before he chickened out. Wanting to concentrate fully on what was happening, he opted out of being a Lucky Pierre this time and got on his back for the penetration, pillows propping up his butt and neck as Marcel stood bedside like Vice had done to me down in my room. I knelt on one side of him on the bed with pipe, torch, poppers and Max Impact with Lou on the other side ready with several lubes but first while I was shot-gunning Vice a hit, tied off his bud’s arm and the hot dealer administered Vice a small pick-up slam while Sebastian, standing, did the same for his hubby Marcel. Two snaps as tourniquets were popped off, two guys coughing and then Vice moaning, “okay man, give me that monster” with Marcel simply nodding and growling sexily as his fat head and piercing – covered with cream lube slowly stretched open a hole that until just a few hours ago had been “exit only” and that 48 hours prior would never have conceived of being where it was and WANTING this. I saw a bit of fear, and whispered, ‘Relax, you’ve got this, and trust me the way he’s doing it – you are going to love it real soon!” Vice nodded and the panic eased off his face and he was smiling again, allowing the big head to pop through and making him gasp and moan “fuck that’s big… but fuck that’s good.” With popper hits, a couple of shared clouds and encouragement from everyone in the room, slowly but surely that beautiful beast went balls deep on our former str8 sex only convert. When those bull balls swinging beneath their leather ball stretcher slapped down against Vice’s sss skin he got a look of hungry triumph on his face saying “Oh fuck this is awesome… fuck me man, please.” The rest of the room while still stroking other guys or with their cock in an ass or one in their own hole, slowed to watch this newbie take a cock many more experienced holes would balk at. And while he was huffing and puffing a lot, he was definitely enjoying it! Marcel was true to his word, and so he kept his strokes long and slow but he did make them HARD and Vice seemed to like that as it must have been hitting his prostate just right. We all knew this couldn’t last long but it wasn’t Vice who had to tap out, it was Marcel! Vice started that blissed out laugh/cry thing he did the last two times he let go, and the laughing huffs must have made his hole contract each time because Marcel started shaking his head rapidly back and forth growling, “so tight, merde, can’t hold it…” and then roared incoherently while he blew a load up into Vice who immediately started that shaking anal orgasm thing again that left him smiling and giggling while Marcel looked out for the count! That seemed the right time to call a close and as the three of us got ourselves and our gear back together, I pulled out 3 butt plugs I’d put in Lou’s canvas ditty when I knew we were on our way up, giving the fattest one to Vice whose hole was currently the one most stretched to hold everything in on our way downstairs. Stopping in the common bathroom, we all did a little cleaning rinsed off in the shower together, and retired to my room to collapse naked with each other, lightly playing while we relaxed and watched porn each catching a bit of nap here and there and enjoying each other’s bodies and company. Vice was popping grapes and having a bit of Yogurt around 5:30AM when he looked at me, and with all sincerity asked, “So, Daddy J, is EVERY weekend like this for you?” Lou couldn’t even control his laughter as I sputtered, “sadly no, Vice, even I cannot claim to have a weekend like THIS very often at all.” We laughed and I added “and hell, its still not even dawn on Saturday morning!!”

Installment number Seven of what was probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, as did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - along with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the Ranch guesthouse with his supposedly more vanilla husband Charlie), German student Karl the Houseboy and the skinhead Manager Zar. Then an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – shows up in time for the party. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on that stormy Friday night after the guesthouse doors were locked and as Charlie was getting his “revenge” that his hubby was loving, the orgy commences. Once again, apologies for the delay. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 7 “Hey,” little Seth pointed out, the big guy is getting left out – indicating Tom’s partner Ed, who as bears go was a real grizzly. “Easily solved,” I joked. Having Miles wrap his legs around my back, I stood up while still full in that tight ass (I was still in the shape to do this back then) turned and said to Ed “would you position that please?” Ed held his hard nice sized piece straight up while Karl held poppers under my nose, and I sat down on the big bear’s cock and huge thighs, all while lean lanky Miles was still impaled on my tool. “Are we crushing you?” I asked Ed over my shoulder. His cock pulsed twice in my ass as his deep voice rumbled “Only in the best way man.” More pipe and more clouds ensued while we began the sex in a relaxed casual way. The evening was just getting started. FRIDAY NIGHT: FUCK STORM This grouping in my room lasted about 20 minutes as we all blew clouds and fucked. Miles, after about 10 minutes, asked to switch so he could top, I agreed and he stood up, followed by me, and then Ed stood as well: I looked back at him in surprise. “You don’t want Miles to sit on that?’ I asked. “No offense Miles, you’re a hot little fucker,” Ed replied. “But I am always the top at home – how about you fuck our host, and he fucks me?” “Hell, yeah!” I responded, turning Ed around and pushing his chest onto the bed, leaving his plump hairy butt exposed. Still standing myself, I bent at the waist to dive face first into his crack. Ed had a beautiful hole, and that beefy manly ass was just what I was wanting after a bit of twink overload! I indicated to Tom to pass me the lube and Max Impact, and I felt him slip a crystal into my hand along with the lube. Leaning forward but not letting Lou’s cock out of his hole, Tom held a cloth with the Max at his husband’s nose and mouth and Ed began to suck on the cloth, then moan once I slipped that rock into his manhole with the lube. “Help him have a good time I can’t give him,” Tom whispered in my ear, then sprayed more on the cloth and had me huff. Moving forward, I slipped my cock pretty easily into that daddy-ass and tossed “Come on in Miles, the water’s fine” to the young southern jock twink behind me. I barely said the words when I felt the kid slowly push his pud into my own hole. The three of us started to moan and and throw a wild, rough, hard bumpy standing fuck between the three of us. The rest of the houseboys were actually cheering Miles on and commenting that they had no idea he was such a good top – in the midst of my pleasure, I chuckled a bit thinking things down in the houseboy bunkroom might be a bit different from now on, and that Miles might be really exhausted by the time the season was over. Meantime, Ed’s hole was a delight – big muscular and hairy, plus he was tight from not being topped often but did have some muscle control he used on me quite well. I was really pleased with this start to the evening. Activity continued while this was going on, and little Seth was now riding Vice’s cock while Karl took a spin with Father Frank. That was fun to watch out of the corner of my eye because Karl was actually bigger than the good priest but Frank seemed like even if he were crushed to death, he'd enjoy every second. Seth paused and stood up, saying “Mister J, it’s really stuffy in here and I can’t breathe, can I open…” As he moved toward my window to perhaps crack it or something, a bright white flash followed immediately by a roll of deafening thunder shook us all, and Seth nearly jumped out of his skin, letting out a fightened squeak the rest of us couldn’t help laughing at. Lou piped up, “Leave the window be. Let’s join the others outside, and let me and J-man lock up this room for a bit to air it out.” Amazingly, they all acted right away, getting up, using some wetwipes on various holes and asses, and started to head out. Tom and Ed made me promise to hit their room later, which I was all in favor of. Karl and Seth pulled Vice along with them while Lou and I promised Vice we’d catch up with him shortly. Father Frank had Miles in tow, and from the way Miles was sizing up Franks ass, the kinky padre might have been in for a real surprise… I thanked Lou for getting the guys moving, as I really wanted to indulge in the variety offered out in the rest of the guesthouse. He agreed as we took a couple of puffs before locking away the pipes, and putting caps and tops on lube and such. Lou suddenly said, “You know my man, you’ve done an amazing job with our boy Vice, I can’t believe he’s here doing this and seems totally comfortable with it…”. “It is pretty hot.” I replied. “He’s a sexy guy whose never had any of his girlfriends compliment or appreciate him, and he seems to be open enough to allow himself to try something that most guys like him would consider off limits. He’s a nice guy and he’s been great company today, in all ways.” “I just wish you’d gotten him just a bit further, I gotta tell you the amount of time I’ve dreamt of tapping that fine Portuguese ass of his… so close, but still so far.” I told him I did not want to make Vice do anything he really didn’t want to and that he might just decide to give bottoming a shot if HE was allowed to make the decision after seeing so many guys take it and enjoy it and even crave it. “Just don’t push him, or he might never try it,” I concluded. “I will leave that in your capable hands,” Lou said as we both chugged some Gatorade and locked the door behind us. Both of us needed a piss, hit the bathroom quickly then went off in opposite directions, him up the stairs to the third floor while I wandered down to the first. The two front guest rooms had their doors open, and a fisting scene was going on in one of them, I was beckoned in by a guy I could barely see, and found myself side-by-side with Zar the manager as we sat on a bench working two beautifully open holes in front of us on their knees on the bed. I alternated hands and used all the twisting, slow turning, expanding and internal stroking in my repertoire and it looked like Zar had some damn good skills too. After about 15 minutes or so, the couple on the bed called for a break and Zar told me to follow him down to the staff area to wash the elbow grease and j-lube off. That’s where we found the houseboys Lorenzo and Noah had joined Karl and Seth in keeping our boy Vice entertained, and I chuckled as he mouthed “SAVE ME” while the boys were swarming all over his hot body. Zar and I got some Dawn dish soap and after a few minutes our hands and arms were dry and free of excess lubricants. Zar and the boys and Vice and I were taking a few puffs off of Zar’s monster water bong when the storm outside reasserted itself in rather dramatic fashion. Another huge boom of thunder was followed by a loud crackling sound from outside the building and then another loud BANG as we were siddemly plunged into complete darkness. “That had to be a transformer blowing out on Commercial Street,” one voice said, only to be followed by a muttered “No shit, Sherlock…” Zar was feeling around for his flashlight which he found quickly. And ran to the top of the stairs shouting at the top of his lungs “It’s just a blackout. We get them a lot. Stay where you are for a minute until the emergency lighting comes on, then continue with what you were doing. I repeat, continue with what you were doing once the emergency lights come on!” (It's true, by the way, Provincetown does get blackouts a lot (or it did in the 90s when I lived there and still did in 2006 when this party happened.) Zar came back down the stairs to the rest of us and asked us all to come upstairs so the houseboys could circulate and keep people calm. Personally, I thought most would barely notice the blackout, but better safe than sorry I suppose. Besides I was hatching an idea as I looked up the staircase to the main floor and saw an emergency light on at the landing. I asked Zar if there was one of those on each landing and he replied “of course”. “Then it’s time for our little show, isn’t it?” I smirked at him. “The third floor landing might as well be a stage in this lighting. Let’s take advantage of it…” Zar looked positively wolfish and nodded. I reminded Vice that he was going to help us put on a show, and he was all in except to remind Zar that he wasn’t getting fucked. Zar was fine with that so long as Vice fucked him! We grabbed a few necessary items before leaving the cellar and headed all the way up to the third floor. The landing there was visible from all the doors on the third floor, plus most of the doors on the second floor due to an open area for the stairwell and the fact that the landing was a good sized 5’x5’ or so, with a perpendicular step up on either side to the third floor hallway that was split with two narrow pathways along the stairwell opening until joining again into one wider hall past the floor opening. It was perfect. “Fake them out,” Zar whispered, “you fuck me first then I’ll flip to fuck you. And you,” he squeezed Vice’s cock, “you can fuck whomever is topping or have the bottom suck you or rim you. Yes?” We both nodded affirmatively in reply! Throwing down a thick towel on the landing, Zar got on his knees in the “spotlight” and started growling “Come on Daddy, you and your pet Straight Boy do me right…”. Now down on my knees, I rimmed him for a bit then slapped his butt a few tmes and got him to turn facing one of the single steps so that Vice and I could spit-roast him and everyone could see all three of us, all while Zar continued a loud twisty monologue about Daddy and the Straight Boy. Finally after a few minutes of me munching down on that pale skinny but tasty butt, I was ready, moving up closer behind him and with a touch of the lube we brought, sank my cock into him to the hilt in one maneuver. “Fuck yeah, Daddy, that’s the way, wreck this hole!” By this time, Vice had come around to Zar’s face, knelt, and pushed his cock into the skinhead’s mouth with it’s tongue piercing, saying “That’s MY Daddy, not yours, pig, now shut your trap, start sucking and take that fuck like a man!” If that wasn’t so hot coming out of Vice I probably would have laughed my ass off and lost my stride, but the scene was smoking enough that it just added. I will admit I raised an eyebrow at Vice while Zar hoovered that cock into his mount. Vice whispered “Just sayin the shit they say on all those pornos we watched…”. I covered the bark of laughter I wsnted to let loose by playing up the RP we’d fallen into, nodding and saying out loud. “yeah cocksucker, if you ever want to join my boy and me as another son and brother, you’d best listen to him and me, and be the best whore ever… cause this is exactly where you want to be, am I right? AM I RIGHT??” He briefly pulled off of Vice and said “Fuck yes! Fuck I want to join your family of boys!”. Soon, Vice pulled his cock from Zar’s mouth and standing offered it to me, so I sucked him while I continued pounding hole. I switched Zar onto his back and we shared Vice’s tool between our mouths, then Vice sat on Zar’s face while I commanded him to “Rim that straight ass…” before sucking Vice down my throat. Then Vice pulled away, turned around and got on his knees facing away from me, dropping his hard tool into Zar’s panting mouth and offering me his beautiful ass to eat. “That’s my good boy, giving me his hairy straight ass to eat… That straight ass is mine, isn’t it boy?” “Yes, Daddy! Its yours! Tongue my hole!” While I was super turned on, I have to admit the professional actor in me was thinking, “Damn, the kid’s good, he should consider the Stage…” After a few minutes of this Vice stood (having whispered something to Zar) and came around behind me, dropped and started eating my hole with gusto. “Do it bro,” Zar hissed. “Get Daddy’s hole ready for me!” I thought I heard a bit of a stir from the crowd we had watching, they were totally caught up in our Role Play. Vice tongued me violently as I continued to slam my cock into Zar, until with a roar, I blew a load up his incredibly talented hole. After a minute or so of me catching my breath, I said “Okay, Daddy’s ready boy, prove you are worthy!” I sucked his long thin white cock with the really big P.A. for a minute or two, then stood, grabbed the railings on either side of the stair I was facing and bent my self over while standing. I could see through my legs that Zar was lubing that cock of his up while he tongued my ass a bit. Vice moved around toward my head, and once Zar had inserted the metal piercing and he head of his cock and began sliding into me, Vice got under me and sucked my cock into his mouth getting me hard again! Those watching were groaning and murmuring almost as much as we three were. Vice then got up again and moved back around Zar while lubing his big tool and then pushing it hard into Zar starting us into a threeway standing fuck. Zar was nearly screaming “Yeah, fuck me straight bro, fuck me!” We eventually all sank to our knees where we continued the fuck and Vice’s wrapping his arms around Zar and yanking and tugging at the skinhead’s pierced nipples sent Zar over the edge and unloading into me while a minute or two later, with a “FUCK YEAH”, Vice unloaded in Zar. While panting like dogs on a hundred degree day, we all rolled into a sitting position on the towel while the guys watching hooted and clapped. “Thank you, thank you” I proclaimed in my “traimed theater voice. “Our show is now over. Please go fuck yourselves – in only the best ways possible!” That triggered an actual group laugh and those watching scattered back to their own sexual adventures. “So, guys,” I said. “That was one for the books. Well, Zar, does that make up for a couple of years of us NOT hooking up?” “Damn straight it does,” Zar replied, while Vice snarked “Watch who you’re calling a damn straight…” which just made Zar and I bust out laughing. “Gotta say that was wickie hawt.” Vice continued. “Never thought I’d been part of something like that – you two had me on fire!” “Pleased to be of service,” I replied, holding my hand out to Lou – who appeared out of the shadows somewhere – so that he could help me up. “My goodness,” Lou gushed while bro hugging Vice. “Untapped depths, Yo, untapped depths. Impressed.” Vice just smiled back while we all went to clean up a bit before starting up more adventures – it was barely past midnight, so much more to do!!!

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

He had big tits with huge nipples, and a big stomach. Normally this is not my kind of guy. Anyhow, I decided to go along with the scene and holy shit am I ever glad I did. After we got spun up he took off his pants and crawled up on the bed doggy style. I was astonished. He had a beautiful meaty ass and legs. His skin was as smooth and cool as a dolphin's. I was not expecting that in a million years. He had what I call "Grade A Ass", two big beefy glutes split by a deep straight crack. I fell to my knees, stuck my tongue in his crack and started digging my way to his hole. It was buried nose-deep inside the thick bubble cheeks. I gave the hole a few quick licks and then came up for air. I knew it would be rimming and bareback all night long. My fuckbud stayed in doggy position for 10 solid hours, giving me unrestricted access to his hole. He never sucked my cock and I didn't need him to. I occasionally rolled him flat on his side to get deeper penetration or better access to his tits. But it was raw doggy 99.9% of the time. I was in absolute heaven. I did have a moment of tina dick. I tried using my hands to get hard but no luck. So I crawled back up on that meaty ass and started dragging my soft junk along his taint. He began twerking his taint slowly against my junk and after a while my cock got partially hard. I put my cockhead inside him- "just the tip, baby". Suddenly, he clamped his hole tight, locking my cockhead, and began to twerk his ass extra hard. My cock then became stiff enough to slide the rest of the way inside him and we got into a deep hard fuck. I squirted cum inside him twice. The first time caught me by complete surprise and and was a lot more cum than I usually squirt. It dripped out of his hole. I was constantly rimming him all throughout the fuck session. Since he was always in doggie position, I could just pull his smooth meaty ass directly onto my face whenever I needed to get some licks in -- while reaching forward to squeeze his big tits. At one point I kept rimming him even though his hole was filled with lube and booty bump juice. I also realized I must have felched my own cum for the first time ever. We created a magical rimming routine while spun. Still in doggy position, he would gently swing his ass back towards my face, and let me lick his hole once from bottom to top. Then he'd swing away and we'd repeat it. Over and over. I closed my eyes and it felt like angel pussy rubbing on my tongue. Without a doubt, this was the most incredible rimming experience I have ever had.

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

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

Installment number Six of probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, so did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - along with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the Ranch guesthouse with his supposedly more vanilla husband Charlie), German student Karl the Houseboy and the skinhead Manager Zar. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me, at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on that stormy Friday evening as Charlie plans a surprise for Kieran that we'll all enjoy. Once again, apologies for the delay. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 6 ...then it was time for the boys to go deliver to the rest of the town – promising to be back by 8:30 to get ready for the orgy and for Charlie’s plan. I took those couple of hours to call my hubby at his convention and see how it was going – that night was the entertainment night, though he admitted my night would likely be more entertaining. Telling each other “I love you”, I then texted Jimmy and let him know what was happening. He texted that he and his hubby were heading to the Mews for a romantic dinner and probably some vanilla sex later. I then put the Gregorian Chant back on and rested, getting a bit of a snooze in. FRIDAY EVENING: PARTY PREP AND CHARLIE’S ‘REVENGE’ A bright flash and a deafening ominous roll of thunder abruptly woke me from my disco-power nap. Startled, I looked at my laptop’s clock and saw that it was just after 8pm… moments later my travel alarm started its obnoxious high-pitched beeping. I was pleased I was able to get almost a 2-hour nap in, as I was feeling refreshed and ready/horny for the coming House Party. Hearing the wind pick up to a howl, I glanced out my window to see an incredible amount of rain pouring down almost sidewise in the heavy winds that had picked up. Water was rolling downhill on Carver Street and pooling some where the road dead ended at Commercial Street. There were a number of tree limbs visible as I looked, then turned and glanced back up Carver towards the Backstreet Bar – this was no minor storm! I hoped the boys weren’t made late by the weather, as they were out on their rounds delivering the magic enhancements many gay men on vacation liked to enjoy. Knowing there were likely to be a good number of guys in and out of my room at times during the orgy, I spent the time waiting for Lou and Vice by getting everything set for a bunch of strangers stopping by. All my normal clothes were put on hangers, and luggage, my computer case, wallet and valuables were locked in my large rolling suitcase, with hangers, suitcase and a knapsack of my more expensive sex toys moved to the closet, which would be locked as soon as Lou got his stuff in there. I left out the cooler with snacks, my laptop, my party case including my pipes, paper towels, lube, poppers and max impact out, and laid a bunch of leatherwear on the bed for the three of us to choose from after showering. The party case was a lockable toolbox with an additional smaller locked area in the lid. The favors were locked in that lid after I filled my pipes, and then the pipes, torches, and other items were locked in the outer box with a metal cable computer/luggage lock which chained it to the frame of the bed. I used another cable to lock my computer to the exposed pipes that ran up the room wall behind the dresser it sat on. (I know I sound a bit paranoid, but T sometimes lets some men ‘forget their manners’, so better safe than sorry…). I pulled out some plastic food wrap – a trick my buddies from Jersey City taught me – and proceeded to double cover my keyboard with it then pulled a sheet very tightly over the screen, taping both down to prevent lubed or greasy hands from messing up the machine. [It works like a charm, BTW you just have to make sure you don’t wrap the entire thing and cover the fan exhausts on the bottom!] A tap on the door was followed by Charlie sticking his head in asking for my number so he could text me his. That way, we’d know when he was ready for us to come down and get his naughty honey all prepped to enjoy his partying openly for the first time with his Hubby Charlie - who swore off partying three years earlier for Kieran who was much more prudish back then. Moments after we did the number exchange my phone buzzed again, letting me know our delivery men had returned and were about a block away, so I should come down and meet them on the porch. I went down in just construction boots and cutoffs and stepped out onto the porch where I was immediately buffeted by stinging rain as two shapes in slickers carrying a couple of large black hefty leaf bags pelted down the street then up onto the porch. They were drenched but they had only shorts and flipflops on under the ponchos (regular clothes and shoes were in one of the bags). “You’re early,” I observed. “Not that I mind.” “We certainly didn’t ‘hang’ anywhere – not with a hot party like this one awaiting us and not in this monsoon my man,” replied Lou with a cocky grin... so let 'Santa' deliver his presents jiffy-quick and then we can shower and prep and start the debauchery.” We hung their slickers by the main door and the duffel bags and knapsacks we pulled from the big hefty bags were all dry and snug, and rolled up the bags inside each other and left them in the vestibule. “Okay, so only one more to go and I’ll be able to lock the door early,” Zar said coming up behind us. “The few who went out are back from dinner and I have a single guest checking in who just called from the Amtrak Shuttle Bus from Hyannis that he’s been on for over 2 hours coming up from the train station cause of the shitty weather. He said they just entered the East End, so he should be here in less than ten minutes, and I can get ready early for a change!” Zar seemed like a kid in a candy store, very different from his usual taciturn personality. He reminded us to come down to the staff area in the basement to shower and clean up once Lou did his quick rounds of the rooms that needed him. We dropped their bags in my room while Lou pulled a lockbox from his things, dropped it in a small knapsack, with a case for one pipe and one torch and said he’d be quick, only one puff with each ‘client’. While he was gone, Vice and I shared a granola bar and some Gatorade while we picked out cock rings and other items for the three of us to wear during the party and left them on the bed while I put the heavier chaps and vest away, at least for now. In about 15 minutes Lou was back – between guys needing to shower and clean out in the shared bathrooms and his promise that he was staying to party with us, the guys all let him go with only a quick puff or two each to show the quality of his product. He approved of the choices we made for him for ‘accessories’ and taking my shaving/shower kit with me, we headed down the back stairs to clean up in the staff shower rooms, skipping the wait for the guest bathrooms on the first, second and third floors. Several of the houseboys were down there waiting for their deliveries as well. Three out of the five received items from Lou – German migrant worker Karl, Southern Miles and another international worker, a beefy kid from Sicily named Lorenzo. We stripped down while those three loaded pipes and such, with Karl passing his pipe to all of us while Lorenzo brought us towels. After a few clouds each, and realizing these kids weren’t going anywhere and were going to watch most of this, we turned on the gang showers and used the hoses to fill ourselves up for clean-out. FORTUNATELY, as I mentioned earlier in Part 3, at least the commodes on this level were individually enclosed so they couldn’t watch THAT part, thank god. After each of us rinsed out several times and felt ready to go, we got back in the group shower and started cleaning up – and to make the boys nuts (we thought) we started soaping each other, stroking dicks and nips, grabbing ass – until we were suddenly joined by the three under our showerheads, all the boys sampling a few sucks on our cocks and helping us wash our cracks and all. Lorenzo (who’s dad and grandpa were barbers) offered touch up shaves or trims around nips, chest, pubes and ass, all of us taking advantage of a little bit of personal ‘gardening’ to look hotter. While brushing our teeth and drying our hair, I passed my nail clippers along to the other two indicating it would probably be a good idea ‘just in case’. Karl instantly agreed with me from the shower where he was finishing his own clean up and encouraging them heartily to do so. The other two house boys, dark haired heavy bodied Noah and short and slight skinny hairless Seth got a bit bolder and finally came into the wet area to shower as the other three boys and we three guests were drying off and coming out. Zar came down the stairs at that moment, letting us know the last guest had arrived and he’d engaged the night lock on door fully, the house was now locked down and ready to party. He asked if one of the boys who was readiest could go upstairs and help the guest get his things to his room, so Miles pulled on some basketball shorts a tank and slides and ran up to do so. “I hope you don’t mind but since he’s in the room next to you, and seemed interested in not only our evening’s event, but in party favors, I told him to tap at your door in about 15 minutes or so and ask for Santa… you can go to his room at that point if he does ‘Alo… er, Lou’.” Lou’s face went from alarmed to a smile and he nodded his head. It seems Vice wasn’t aware of Lou’s full name! Zar received his potions and pleasures from Lou over in the corner, and as they walked back, Lou pulled another baggie of crystals as promised from his bag and handed them over with thanks. Zar dropped them in his manager’s private bedroom (the houseboys slept bunkhouse style in this one central room) and was back shortly with a really huge water bong and melted and rolled the bowl as we finished drying off and all took hits shot-gunning them to Zar or one of the boys, as Miles came bounding down the stairs. “He’s actually pretty hot,” he said. “For a really little guy he’s pretty built. Handsome too.” “And check this out,” Zar followed with a leer. “He’s a freakin’ PRIEST!!! So nasty and hot!” My eyebrows had shot up at that one, and I had a premonition. “This short hot priest wouldn’t be from Philadelphia, would he? Father Frank?” “Again? How the fuck do you know these things? You’re freaking me out man! Yeah, matter of fact he is a priest from Philly.” Zar gushed. “Because I actually know him.” I answered. “My husband lived in Philly when we met, and after a summer of living together here in P’Town, I actually gave up my apartment in NYC and spent a winter in Philadelphia with him there – never again! New York in winter from then on!” I paused to hit the bong then continued: “I met Father Frank that winter in Philly, he being a good friend of my hubby’s… he’s actually an Episcopal Priest now. He started Catholic but when he realized he just couldn’t give up sex, especially gay sex once he discovered it, he switched teams. He always wants to get real piggy, but his own partner very much prevents him from doing so, unlike mine. I had actually recommended this place to him! Oh, tonight just gets better and better…” I really shouldn’t have been surprised to find out he was here. He always came to P’town during this same week we did every summer and we always bumped into him. When his other half wasn’t around, I’d tell him how many hot times I’d had at the Ranch despite its slightly sleazy reputation, and he so wanted to try the place out. Since there were some years his partner didn’t join him, or came later as mine did, this must have been one of those times and Father Frank must have been ready to get his freak on. I gave the Houseboys a “heads up” that he’d probably be paying them a LOT of attention as twinks seemed to be his favorite extracurricular activity when away from his much older staid partner. Leo, Vice and I, just wrapped in towels while carrying our other stuff, headed back up to the room. I gave them both cockrings to wear (we had to help Vice get his on. I had Vice in a black metal one along with a leather armband only on the left for “top only” and adjusted my leather shorts to his waist size with both front and back panels off. Lou and I sported both arms for versatile. I had on a body harness and leather wrist cuffs that had zipped slit pockets I could stash my keys in while Lou borrowed my vest and a thick chrome cockring. We were approving each other’s look when there was a tapping at the door. “Come on in Frank!” I called out. My door opened and a flabbergasted looking Father Frank stepped through. “Francis Xavier Murphy, how nice of you to join us!” “Holy cow!” was the reply from the compact [banned word] priest - who I finally realized with a chuckle resembled Kirk Douglas in “Spartacus” down to the chin cleft. “Your other half isn’t in on this right?” Frank asked once we gave each other a greeting and a hug. “No, this would never be his thing, you know that… he’s at the annual Convention. And Terrance?” “Teaching a summer course at a Divinity School in England. I’m free to indulge.” I introduced him to the guys and we sparked up my pipe and had him do several hits. Seeing us checking out his tentative use of the torch, he gave us a little smile “I’m actually pretty new to this… some help please?” Vice did the honors with the torch for him to take a few more and then we each took our own hits and shot-gunned him. He seemed to really like that. Lou pulled something from his bag and palmed it to Frank, walking him next door to get his remuneration. I got a text from Charlie saying “About 5 minutes” so Lou gave us each a booty bump and injected all three of us with Tri-Mix to assure we’d all be able to top effortlessly during the evening. Charlie arrived a moment later and Lou gave him a Tri-Mix shot too – one he’d originally intended for Kieran. A quick small dose of G in some Gatorade for all of us and we locked the room and headed down to Kieran and Charlie’s. The hot former frat boy must have just gotten back from his shower and clean up as his hair was still damp and he seemed a bit groggy when Charlie welcomed us into the room. “Gentlemen, some help please?” requested Charlie as we manhandled Kieran into the sling while his bear cub lover gagged him with a wide leather strap. We then used the cuffs on ankles and wrist to secure him into the sling, heretofore generally only occupied by Charlie. “You may wonder what’s going on here,” Charlie said as Lou handed him some things Kieran strained his neck to see. The fratboy’s eyes widened in astonishment when he saw his other half light a torch, and started expertly rolling a glass pipe, blowing a few huge clouds over Kieran’s face, then shotgunning each of the rest of us. The bound hottie looked longingly at the pipe while still the picture of utter confusion. “Three years ago when we met, I gave up partying and fucking around raw for my new guy who was terrified of both. Imagine my astonishment when I find out he’s doing party chems and not only bottoming, but bareback and taking loads!’ Kieran looked like he was going to have a heart attack, and was trying to say something around the gag, but Charlie just went on. “And, my love, I am PISSED!!” Kieran looked about to cry. “Not because you were doing either thing. Pissed because you were doing it WITHOUT ME, who gave it up for YOU!” He finally smiled down at his bound boyfriend. “So tonight, I’m going to celebrate being able to be a chempig again, and YOU are going to have more chemsex that you ever dreamed. So, J, if you’d get him ready…” Kieran had calmed down now, and I dropped to my knees and started to rim that hot jock hole getting him nice and wet. Vice passed me a good-sized crystal and I inserted it as far as my wetted fingers could push it. He mewed a bit through the gag as what had to be a bit of burn set in. This of course was more distraction than anything as Lou came around and stretched a tourniquet around Kieran’s arm, while Charlie stepped in front of the sling with one on his left arm and a point in his right. Charlie expertly found a good vein, got a register and injected himself with the entire contents while Kieran looked on gob-smacked. Before he released his tourniquet, Charlie hissed “YOUR TURN” as Lou said “Don’t move” and began injecting the tied up Jock. Charlie raised his arm over his head and pulled his band and then gave two loud hard coughs, followed by a “Fuck yes, Finally… So damn good!” Vice pulled Kieran’s gag off just as Lou pulled the kid’s band away and Kieran coughed out a couple of times followed by “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” Charlie smiled as he dropped his yellow jockstrap and his trimix hard cock sprang out. With a quick pump from the lube bottle he greased up his tool and pushed it into Kieran in one slow thrust to the balls. Kieran was gasping for air from the swift entry when Charlie murmured “I do love you ya’ know baby… just don’t keep your desires a secret in the future, eh?” Still at a loss for words, Kieran just nodded. “Now you are going to stay in this sling until everyone who WANTS to fuck you has fucked you, baby. And you don’t get to say “no” to anyone do you hear? As your punishment you have to take on all comers, no matter who. When I let you out you can top again if you want and make your choices but for now you open for all, starting with me. Damn your hole is fine, I can’t believe I’ve been missing this being a total bottom for you… let’s change that up in the future, shall we?” Charlie half made love and half grudge fucked his boyfriend and it was hot to watch. The reclined back of the sling hung over the bed so a nimble guy could straddle the face of the occupant and either feed him cock or make him eat ass. As Charlie fucked his boy, I did both of those things and Kieran hungrily sucked and rimmed like a starving man. When we switched out to me fucking him, Charlie opened the door wide and left it wide open, inviting anyone who passed inside, letting them know his top boyfriend was being punished for misbehaving. The four of us all fucked him and had him orally service us to get his evening started right. I was not surprised when the first in the door from the hallway was Father Frank. I couldn’t wait to tell Kieran that the hot little guy who brutally fucked him (in only the best way) was a Priest!’ Charlie made sure Kieran saw him fucking both me and Lou while Vice and the rest of us took turns sandwiching Charlie from behind making him “Lucky Pierre” in front of his main squeeze. Karl was lassoed in for Charlie to pound out while more guys entered and took a turn on Kieran’s hot manhole. Lou indicated the door with a tilt of his head and I nodded back. Leaning over to talk into Kieran’s ear for a moment while his mouth was free for a minute I said, “Enjoying yourself?” A vigorous nod. “Good. Just so you know I wouldn’t have joined in if I thought this would upset you, but I figured Charlie was due his surprise, and that you’d like the outcome.” He nodded again with a big grin and wiggled his eyebrows up and down. “Oh, and just so you know? That hot little number that was the first to fuck you after the four of us? That’s a friend of mine. He’s a Priest at a parish in Philadelphia…” He gasped and his cock spit out a good glob of pre-cum and after a grunt he finally spoke, “oh fuck a Priest? That’s so wrong but hot.” “Sure is,” I replied. “We’re going to go cruise around a bit. Enjoy yourself and I’ll see you later. Maybe by then you can fuck one of us…” He winked in response and then demanded out loud, “Will one of you lazy fuckers sit on my face already??” I slipped out knowing he’d be just fine. Lou and Vice were waiting in the hall, and Vice was wondering about the extra strip of cloth most of the guys had tied somewhere on their body. I pointed over at a couple of baskets sitting on a table near the top of the stairs with a small light on it. “I remember these from last time – they’re sexual shorthand. One on the left means top, like I told you, one on the right means bottom, two mean versatile.” He nodded. “Black bands mean you bareback either top, both or bottom. White means condoms safe only, again top, both or bottom. You may notice a guy or two with two different colors, usually black left/white right meaning he’s versatile and he’ll sure GIVE loads while topping but not take them when bottoming, otherwise known as a selfish fucker…” Lou honked out a laugh at that. “And the glittery ones?” Vice asked. “Bystanders, Voyeurs, Watchers. They want to be able to look but won’t touch or be touched… usually lovers who don’t do extracurricular, or somebody who has some kind of STD, or a significantly older guy who doesn’t have the ‘umpf’ anymore but still has a sexy pervy mind. So long story short, don’t be bothered if all they do is look, don’t touch them and they won’t touch you.” We went to the table, and I tied one black band around Vice’s left arm while Lou and I both took two black bands. The table also held a bowl of condoms, some lube samples, paper towels and wet-wipes. We left those where they were and Lou headed toward my room, so he missed Vice holding a second black band while contemplating his bare right arm, went to put it back down, then tucked it into the small slash pocket of his (well, MINE, actually but he was wearing them) chap shorts. My breath caught for a moment as I waited for him to catch up. Lou had missed the little drama at the table, but I could see our str8 boy knew I had caught his action. Even in the red hallway lighting I could tell he blushed as his skin noticeably darkened. I just gave him a small understanding smile, and brief nod. “If you do decide, man, could I…?” He cut me off, “Only you. If I decide, I want an expert. No promises though, right?” he whispered. “No promises man... and I won’t tell either.” I whispered back, totally flattered by the compliment. Just then two guys came out of the bathroom, toiletry bags in hand, both wearing grey cotton jersey sweat shorts – which was more than the rest of us wandering the halls – the one in front was my age or perhaps even a bit older, in good shape but almost “too” perfect if you know what I mean – waxed, shaved, plucked, spray tan. All of that would have been just fine, if that was his M.O. except for the expression on his face and the disdain in his voice as he called over his shoulder to his companion, “Come on, quit gawking, let’s get back to our room before we catch something… nasty…” He headed to the only room on this floor, and one of only three in the whole place that had their doors closed and locked and their “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging from the knob. The unfriendly fellow slipped into that room not without a raised eyebrow and smirk as he looked back at all the guys out and about and just rolled his eyes and murmured, “pathetic”. Hmmm, not heavy on the people skills, and whatever brought him to stay at THIS place of all possible guest houses in Provincetown if he was such an apparent prude? That’s when I noticed his companion. Up until now the closest anyone in the place came to African American Lou in ethnicity was Vice with his olive Portuguese skin – but now there was this guy. Glossy black hair, moustache and beard, soulful brown eyes, incredible mahogany colored skin and a rugby players’ compact muscle bod. He immediately reminded me of my Junior and Senior year Philosophy professor at Fordham – an unbelievably hot Iranian dude who’d never had man-sex before I met him, and even at 19 I was able to teach him a LOT about certain pleasures he’d never considered before, and we were occasional fuck-buds even after I got 4.0s in both of his courses (legitimately, actually!). This guy in the red-lit hallway took me right back to those days, looking like Persian or Arabian Royalty. With his opinionated other half now behind a closed door, he smiled shyly at Vice and me and some of the others as he glanced around with a hungry look. “Sorry you’re not joining us,” I whispered to him as he moved past me, and that was BEFORE I caught sight of one of the most magnificent asses in creation. His huge melon-shaped muscles made my jaw drop and he caught me looking at his ass and just smiled a dazzling white smile over his shoulder as he opened his door while his roommate screeched “Hurry up and close it or they’ll be banging it down…” No matter how good looking the snobby guy was, no one was going to knock down his door with THAT attitude. Pity about his partner though. As I watched the door close, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Even I have to admit that was one wickie incredible ass,” Vice commented. “I can understand your mind freeze – come on J-Daddy let’s go get ourselves some magic vapors.” Lou was sitting on one of the two stools in my room getting some enhancements prepped for any visitors that perhaps wanted to trade some sexual favors for some chemical ones. I put a DVD with 6 hours of gay leather porn interspersed with short clips of hot guys clouding or slamming into my laptop and sat back to watch while we fired up the glass cock. The door fortunately swung open away from the bed and the rest of the room so we could leave it open enough to be inviting while not doing our T break right out in the open. We were joined shortly by Tom (Lou’s first customer from the afternoon) and his equally bearish other half Ed, torches were lit, pipes were passed around, clouds blowing when Father Frank arrived with Seth the most altar-boy-like house boy in tow, followed by workmates Miles and Karl. *Oh fine* I thought to myself *I’m wanting hot MEN and my room is filling up with boys*. We’d run out of places to sit, so I pointed at the Caverjack infused hard-ons Lou, Vice and I were sporting and suggested that here were a couple of seats. Tom got up and sank his hot hairy hole down on Lou’s pole, Karl moved to Vice’s lap and while feeding the houseboy cloud after cloud, Father Frank smoothly maneuvered the now tweaking Seth onto his lap and the kid looked happy as a clam. Wiry redneck Miles chose my lap, but asked “can we switch some of the time?” rather plaintively and I assured him I was as vers as he was. “Hey,” little Seth pointed out, the big guy is getting left out – indicating Tom’s partner Ed, who as bears go was a real grizzly. “Easily solved,” I joked. Having Miles wrap his legs around my back, I stood up while still full in that tight ass (I was still in the shape to do this back then) turned and said to Ed “would you position that please?” Ed held his hard nice sized piece straight up while Karl held poppers under my nose, and I sat down on the big bear’s cock and huge thighs, all while lean lanky Miles was still impaled on my tool. “Are we crushing you?” I asked Ed over my shoulder. His cock pulsed twice in my ass as his deep voice rumbled “Only in the best way man.” More pipe and more clouds ensued while we began the sex in a relaxed casual way. The evening was just getting started.

Here's the fifth installment of probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was at a 4 day business convention in New Hampshire and was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown during those 4 days, joining me after his convention (for his much more vanilla style sex). Spent Thursday with buddy Jimmy who'd hosted a hot orgy for me Thursday night, but had to bail for Friday for a personal emergency, at the same time Lou the local candy-man also had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - and Kieran, a blond Boston frat boy type also staying at the Ranch guesthouse with his supposedly more vanilla husband Charlie, along with Karl a German Houseboy and the Manager Zar. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me, at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on an even stormier Friday afternoon. Once again, apologies for the delay. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 5 ...Lou called Vice’s phone to let him know he was less than 10 minutes away and could we come down and let him in and bring him to my room. Vice shrugged and tried to remove his suction cups – I showed him how, and he gasped as I did. We quickly popped on some shorts and sneakers with me in a vest and Vice in one of my wifebeaters. Leaving the room, we paused to take a piss then headed downstairs to where Lou was already waiting on the porch... PART 5: FRIDAY INTERLUDE; BUSINESS AND PLEASURE We passed through the Lobby/Living Room area where we noticed a few of the other guests sitting around the room watching “Spartacus” of all things, nodding at them as a couple murmured “hey” or “hello” with some appraising looks at the two of us. Excusing ourselves to go around a couple of leather dudes who were checking in at the office just inside the front door, we slipped outside to find Lou waiting on the porch in one of the lounge chairs. He looked up with a big toothy smile when he saw us. “Yo-ho-ho my motha-fuckas, THAT was one shit-storm of a day. I am so glad to be back here in the land of make-believe…” he trailed off as he noticed Vice’s very non-plussed expression. “Did you solve your problem, yo?” Vice asked his pseudo-boss. “Yes, I did though it was a bitch and a half, and chill my man, I truly wasn’t leaving you out, I was just trying to spare you some serious unpleasantness and didn’t want you to get sucked into what could have been real dangerous if it had all gone south. Just being protective dude… you forgive me?” Vice shook his head with a bit of reluctance I thought, but then gave a little smile and nodded again. “Good. Now did the J-man here treat you right while I was gone? Did you have a nice educational day?” Lou joked. “Yo, J here gave me a wickie hawt day, I learned a hella’ lot I’d never get from that bee-atch! J and his buddies made me feel right at home.” Lou gave me a leer from behind Vice’s shoulder, then smirked, “Did he now? I knew I could count on this man. Speaking of which, can we please go inside and get out of this cold wet depressing excuse for an afternoon and brighten things up inside?” Using my key, I re-opened the door and held it open for the two of them as they swept into the lobby, each carrying one of Lou’s knapsacks along with what looked like a bakery bag in the hot Candyman’s left hand. The movie watching crowd looked up as we came in, and if they liked the looks of the two of us they saw going OUT a minute ago, they were even more intrigued by the three of us coming back IN. I was once again reminded of how few people of color there were in P’town, so different from New York. To break the staring, I looked over at the TV screen and striking a heroic pose barked out “I’m Spartacus!...” only to have Lou repeat “I’m Spartacus!..” and then several of the guys in the room followed doing the same, while Vice looked both astonished and clueless. After a general laugh, I said in a normal voice “I actually love this movie”. “You should have come down earlier, we had ‘Jason and the Argonauts’ and ‘Clash of the Titans’ before that” stated one of the senior daddies on the couch, to which I replied, “That makes so much sense in this place, even the camp is butch.” A roomful of laughs was followed by “Of course you were probably having a bit more fun than we were…” from someone else in the matinee crowd, causing Vice to go red all the way to the ears even as he laughed along. We turned for the stairs to head to my room and from the office heard the voice of Zar, the manager call us from across the registry counter. “Sir,” he addressed Vice, “could you excuse your two friends for a moment? I need to speak with them in private for a couple of minutes.” Handing my keys to Vice, I told him to head to the room and we’d be up in a minute while Zar indicated the door to the office to Lou and me with a silent jerk of his head. “Don’t worry, it’s cool, they’ll just be a few minutes” said Zar to Vice with the sincerest smile I’d ever seen out of him. The young hottie grabbed Lou’s other sack and the bakery bag and headed upstairs while we were ushered into the office with the door being closed and locked behind us and the night shutters closed above the counter. Having secured privacy, Zar turned to the two of us, shaking his head with a wry expression. “Well, well, well, well, well… I must admit Aloysius, I am a bit surprised just WHOSE guest you are, …” My eyebrows shot up and I mouthed at him “Aloysius?” Lou just shrugged. “And why would that be, Balthazar?” came Lou’s laconic reply. While I was trying to absorb this, the two of them laughed, not without some irony, both at each other and then more so at my flabbergasted expression. “I’m surprised because other than his many sexual kinks this repeat customer has always given the impression of being a total Boy Scout when it comes to your activities, Aloysius.” “I’m just excellent at putting out that appearance – it’s always served me well… but I gotta’ ask, seriously Lou, ‘Aloysius’?”, he nodded as I turned to Zar “and ‘Balthazar’?” Another nod. “Seriously? Do you have brothers named Melchior and Gaspar?” “Don’t you just hate smart people Aloysius?” asked Balthazar. “As a matter of fact, yes, we’re triplets, and our mother is really really Catholic.” “Wow,” was all I could respond, then “um, how?” “Do we know each other?” ventured Lou. “The Lower Cape has only one High School. We’ve known each other since we were 12.” “Well, THAT was unexpected,” I murmured mostly to myself, then “so what did you need to see us about Zar?” “We need to establish ground rules for tonight and for your guest, er… guests” Lou nodded sagely then turned to me, “Actually, Z-man here is just covering his and the guesthouse’s ass… you know, plausible deniability and all that? Go ahead my man, lay the rules on me, I’m just grateful to be allowed in here.” Zar began: “First, nothing out in the open, use behind closed doors and especially all transactions out of sight. Because of the abysmal weather, we’ve let all guests know that there will be an ‘Open Door’ house party tonight, and that if they don’t want to join the scene to close their doors and lock them. The houseboys have already made the guests aware that certain ‘enhancements’ if desired can be obtained independently but have nothing to do with nor are provided by this house – remember Lou, you are in NO WAY associated with this house. They know to stop by his room” – he pointed a finger in my direction – “for the next couple of hours to tell Santa what they want for Christmas.” He stopped and looked over at me, “Is that okay? Don’t worry, no transactions will occur in your room.” Turning back to his African American former classmate, he reiterated “Is that clear? Bring each guest whatever it might be that I have no knowledge of, that they asked you for, to THEIR individual rooms and if some how they give you something for the somethings you give them, we won’t know about it and nothing will be seen so no one can object.” He paused and looked back and forth between us, Lou nodding knowingly and I’m sure me looking a bit like I was struggling to catch up. “Now, second,” Zar continued. “I assume you’ll need to play delivery man for the rest of the town for a couple of hours before our ‘event” tonight, for your other, um, clients?” Again, a quick nod from the Candyman. “I suggest you meet any of OUR guests in his room for the next couple of hours, then do your outside rounds and be back around 9:30. At 9:45 the doors are locked and no one who is not a guest will be allowed in after that time, even if it’s YOU, so don’t be late – in fact, it would be best if you call Mr. John here when you’re a block away to come out and get you and bring you in with him. At 10:00 the lights go out. The overnight lock will be on and even guests with keys will need to ring the night bell and wait for one of us to disengage and get to the door to let them out of the vestibule and into the house proper. Again, no transactions in John’s room, you can lock your stuff up there in his closet, I’ll give him an extra key for you, but do whatever business you have with each guest in their own rooms.” Lou took all this in like he’d heard it before (for all I know, he had!) and said “All cool, all cool. What else?” “Third, Fourth and Fifth. I want a good price on my own purchases for this evening. I want to be included in the people you have sex with tonight, we haven’t fooled around since the year after High School.” Lou cracked up and said “Done. And number five?” “Let me get a shot at your pet straight boy who’s been hanging here all day with Mr. John… the kid’s an unexpected guest here so long my bosses might think I should charge for him, by the way.” Lou agreed to these conditions and even paid the extra guest fee AND said he’d give Zar a freebie bag as a “gift with purchase” for allowing this since he might make almost double of his usual weekend take by being “inside” this particular Guest House on this particular night. After stating that the three of us could use the houseboy’s shower set up again to get ready later, he sent Lou up to my room, holding me back a minute. Once we were alone, he asked if I was all right with the way he set things up, and I assured him that I was. “Good, now I have two conditions for you to agree to… first, like I said to Lou, help me get some time with that hottie upstairs.” “He’s his own man to decide who to play with, but I think he’ll be fine with that especially if I put in a good word,” I answered. “And… the other thing?” “This one’s non-negotiable so don’t try to wiggle out of it – I get to fuck YOU. I get to fuck you and not behind a closed door either – out in front of everybody where they can see me fuck you. Like it or not.” I was kind of shocked by the look he gave me, defiant and a little bit defensive too. “Hell yes, of course you can! Damn, that’ll be fun.” He sputtered, “wait, what?” “I’d be happy to have you fuck me, why would you ever think you’d have to force me?” “Because… I mean… you modeled for every damn erotic photographer and artist in this town, you look like ‘Mr. All-American’, you’re a Top my friends all like to get fucked by… why would you be interested in an anemic skinhead poz pig like me?” “Maybe cause I’m as much of, if not more of a poz pig than you are? Damn, I’ve been poz since 1985 dude! I think you’re hot, and when you never made a pass at me the past times I stayed here, I just thought I wasn’t your type, or wasn’t edgy enough for you.” He responded, “I never thought you’d take me up on it!” “Well then we both been missing out haven’t we.” “You mean you will?” “Hell, yes… but I am fully vers man, I’d like a shot at that pale white ass of yours too, and it CAN be behind a closed door if you are afraid of your reputation…” “Nah, no, I’d want everyone to see THAT too,” Zar said getting a very hungry look in his eye. I grabbed him by the hem of his basketball shorts. “Let me take a quick look at what I’ll be taking on later this evening.” I stepped back from him to look him over with a smile – granted, he would not be everyone’s type. A “pretty boy” he was not, his facial features were sharp and very hawk-like, coming to a point at his nose. About 5’8” to my 6’0”; very vascular and ripped but so skinny as to look gaunt versus my baseball/soccer player mesomorph muscles; his pale alabaster almost blue-white skin to my pink-white; buzzed black receding hair to my full silver blond; an Otter with black body hair only between his pecs and his mostly trimmed bush to my blond fuzzy chest, legs and ass (trimmed); and with a beautiful loooong skinny white cock with a big PA contrasting with my average length but wider girth. In fact, he had lots of piercings to my none (my hubby doesn’t like them, so for him, I never got any) in his nose, tongue, nips, frenulum, eyebrow, ears… a biohazard symbol and a lot of tribal tattoos all over that pale white skin made for a real skinhead look. His long thin feet, hands and cock were a bit out of proportion with the rest of him, but I found that sexy. He may not have been classically handsome or pretty or cute, but he WAS hot, at least in my opinion. I admired that long silky-skinned pierced thing of beauty I’d freed from his shorts and bent down, inhaled deeply, then sucked in several inches, using my tongue to fold the PA back to the right position for not cracking my teeth and gave him a couple of quick minutes of my best oral skills. “Damn,” I said coming up for air. “That’s a beauty, I look forward to taking that while we give your guests a show later…” The look on his face was priceless, apparently, he never expected I’d find him very hot for some reason. If you’ll recall Part 2, way too many guys in the P’Town party scene were totally convinced I was a complete boy scout… despite my never even attempting to hide my sexual proclivities when the Hub and I spent our summers living and working there. Zar stopped me just as I was about to close the door behind me. I saw him rush to one of the shelves of books and mags they keep for the living room, and pull a familiar looking book out… ‘The New Joy of Gay Sex” 1992 edition which I was in several times as a model – all the models were Provincetown year-rounders or summer residents actually. Holding the book out with a shy smile like a little kid, he asked in a small voice “would you autograph our copy?” I laughed my head off while flipping to the piggiest panel I modeled for of the five panels I was in and signed it to the Ranch… can’t say that didn’t tickle my ego some! [And if you are wondering, for those who may still have a copy of that book, the illustration I was in that I signed is under the heading “Stand And Deliver” that’s lil’ ol’ me getting fucked in a stall in the Crown and Anchor, though as soon as our modeling session was over, I fucked the hot leather daddy I posed with senseless.] Heading up the stairs to my room – with a spare key – on the landing I bumped into Karl and another one of the Houseboys. They were changing the light bulbs in the wall sconce fixtures and the floor level night lights from normal low watt white bulbs to slightly higher watt red ones – if I remembered from the one Open Door party I’d been at before that the overhead corridor lights were shut off and only the sconces and floorboard lighting stayed on, with red bulbs in all fixtures that remained lit, even in the bathrooms I noticed as I stepped in to take a piss. “Ha! I remember these lights!” I called to them through the saloon doors of the shared bathroom. “I’ve been at one of these Open Door parties before.” The Houseboy I didn’t know, a freckled wiry ginger with a southern accent said, “I sure haven’t…” “Neither have I,” added Karl. “Are they as hot as the stories?” “The one I experienced was,” I replied as I shook my cock off. “By the way, thanks for your assistance this morning Karl, I really REALLY appreciated it. After that I’m sure you’ll fit in just fine at this event.” “I wanna’ fit in too Sir” grinned the cute redneck, “so if you need anymore ‘assistance’ just ask for Miles…” I told them both I looked forward to encountering each of them later. I tapped on my door and identified myself in case the boys within wanted to conceal something, then used the key to let myself in. I found them taking a few hits from my now refilled water pipe and munching on pastries from the Portuguese Bakery. I gave a mock stern “There better be some of that for me… in fact there better be some of both of those for me!” “We saved plenty for you ‘Daddy’” said Vice with a wink in my direction, while Lou choked on the cloud he was inhaling. “You DID learn a lot today, homie…” Vice handed me a pastry, which I wolfed down, and I tossed them each a yogurt and poured some Gatorade for all of us from my cooler. After we’d all finished them in about five minutes flat we cracked the door slightly to let guys know we were “available” and out of the line of sight passed around the glass cock and blew some major clouds, shotgunning each other all around – it was very very hot to see Vice shotgun Lou without hesitation and aggressively snog the sexy candyman while he did so. We all stripped out of our shorts, leaving us naked from the waist down, with me in my vest, Vice in the wife-beater and Lou in a sleeveless denim all while our half-hard cocks hung out getting air. Lou sighed in happiness and then said, “so tell me about your day…” “Oh he’s a remarkably apt student,” I responded. “He’s hit advanced level of study on just about every activity we tried today… he’s even done a comparison study of the fuckability of three different male holes...” Vice nodded and proceeded to tell Lou about our 3-way with former frat boy Kieran and the addition of Karl the German houseboy and how he got to fuck all three of us, and Karl’s picture of his family and how much I looked like them, and how hot the Daddy/Son role play was, “and J here even talked sex in German to the kid… so freakin’ twisted!” At that moment we heard a tap on the door and the first of Lou’s potential “clients” slowly pushed the door open. “Hey,” the guy said cautiously, “I heard there was someone here who could help a guy out with stuff for the party tonight?” “Close the door behind you please,” Lou said. “Drop your pants for a minute and choose one of the three of us and give a little oral action please, just to be sure…” The older white guy, a furry bear with salt and pepper hair and beard dropped trou so fast there was almost a breeze. “No problem! Hell, I’ll do a little on all three of youse…”, which he proceeded to do, going from me to Vice to Lou – where he lingered a bit. Lou handed him the bong and told him to take a hit. The guy blew a nice big cloud and smiled, “Damn, that’s some good shit. I’m Tom by the way, and I never got to blow a black dick before, that was damn hawt.” Vice and I busied ourselves picking out some more porn to play on my laptop while negotiations were quickly completed behind us. On his way out, Tom gave Lou’s cock another quick lick and told us he’d see us later, leaving the door cracked again. Shortly thereafter, another knock brought the next supplicant who turned out to be one of the two leather guys Vice and I had to maneuver around in the lobby who were checking in when we went to let Lou in. Lou repeated the same orders as before and the guy pushed his grey cotton gym shorts down. He was white but well-tanned with no tan line, shaved ALL over including his head, muscular with a pierced cock that looked like it would be lots of fun and a smooth muscular ass that brought all sorts of ideas to my head. His accent when he spoke immediately gave him away as Quebecois, and he dropped and gave Lou some serious mouth action while he groped Vice and me, first cocks, then slipped fingers back toward our holes. Vice’s eyebrows shot up in surprise but then the guy released the three of us and stood. “Beautiful,” he said. “That is my first African cock… may I have more later?” Lou handed him the glassware, telling the man – Marcel as it turns out – to hit and letting him know that yes, he’d be happy to give the guy more later. They conferred on business and then we all took another hit – shotgunning the hot Canadian before he left with a smile and commenting that he “needed time with all of you” later as he slipped out and we again left the door open a crack. I turned to Lou shaking my head and laughing, “Seriously, does that happen a lot up here? That is just SO alien to me. Are you really THAT unique to these guys?” Both of them laughed, then Lou rolled his eyes and said, “J-man, you have NO idea. It can be flattering, but it can get annoying after a while… and worse, some of my potential customers react… poorly.” I thought about my three African-American buds from the time I lived up here – hunky Adam who worked security at The Boat Slip, Clint the performer and fisting aficionado that I mention in Part 2 and ‘Shadie’ the drag performer – and all of them told me about how many of the white guys wouldn’t even consider having sex with them let alone dating them. Seemed crazy to me. “Well, that must make it really interesting when they have to do the blowjob test in order to do business with you…” Lou’s expression turned absolutely predatory. “Yeah, especially when I’m in a bad mood, that’s sometimes my favorite part. The real asshole types that had never ever considered sucking black dick find themselves in a real dilemma. I love watching their faces as they realize they either have to blow a ‘BBC’ or they don’t get to blow Miss T,” he let out an evil little laugh. “No surprise, Tina wins out almost every single time and a few seem to really like the experience, but you can tell some are totally humiliated and some flat out hate what they have to do. I have no doubt some of these crackahs run and wash their mouths out the second I leave, but I love seein’ asshats like that have to submit or its no favors for them… and you know I make THEM do it a lot longer than guys who have no problem… it’s a bit evil, I know.” Both Vice and I vehemently disagreed and thought it was just perfect, very karmic in fact. “So,” Lou said turning to Vice as we waited for the next knock, “which ass was best? You never said…” Smiling at me, Vice replied “oh, all three were wickie hawt. Kieran was really athletic, but it seems he’s a little inexperienced back there and could squeeze me out accidentally. Karl was definitely way more experienced but totally let me do ALL the work. But J-daddy here, he WORKED my dick with his ass muscles and fucked me back as much as I did him. Gotta say our Dude here won hands down, but don’t tell the other bros I said so – I don’t want to piss them off and not get to plow them again later!” I thanked him for the compliment with a little salaam and then said, “Serously boys, I could enjoy getting topped by both of you forever, BUT I have to admit, having spent most of today as JUST a bottom, my own Top side, which is usually pretty dominant, is very much looking forward to later when I can get some ass too and get some oral action on MY equipment, I haven’t had a hole to plow since the boys left around noon.” Lou was taking a rip off the pipe as I said this, and pulled Vice over for a shotgun, then looked him in the eye and joked “Aw, now that’s just ungrateful my man!” Vice blushed and started to stammer while Lou passed me the pipe and gave my cock a long sluuurp. “Totally ungrateful!” Blowing out a cloud I said “go easy on him, He actually did give me a little oral this afternoon and he has rimmed me a couple of times which is really a lot from a straight guy, thanks for that by the way, Vice”. “Well that’s a start, V, good job. But don’t you worry J-man you had some of this black booty last night and you can have more later, so I’ll totally make it up to you. Just gotta carry on with the Top-Dealer mode till I’ve serviced all the customers who expect it.” “Wait, you get fucked?” asked Vice with total innocence and surprise on his face. “Think about it man, last night’s party you sat out because EVERYBODY had to be versatile – well I didn’t sit out that party, now did I?” Vice shook his head ‘no’ as Lou continued. “I’m down for all kinds of fucking my man – babes, dudes, trannies, and from all positions. Yeah, like J here I do the fucking most of the time, but I gotta tell ya, getting plowed by a dude who knows what he’s doing? That’s some amazing shit. You don’t know what you’re missing man…now, help me give your ‘Daddy’ here some relief.” With that they got down together and sucked my cock between them, and holy fuck was it hot seeing the two of them sharing my tool and laughing their butts off when their noses would bump or their tongues tangle together. Vice shifted to eating my ass while Lou kept on my cock, then I pulled them both up onto the bed… passing around the poppers, we went for a three way suck – Lou still sucking me, me sucking Vice, and Vice getting his first taste of his buddy’s black dick. Another hit of poppers and we switched with me getting Lou, Lou blowing Vice and Vice sliding further down my cock than he had earlier. He was getting better at this. After a minute or two, we switched to asses, and did a three way rim again switching so that we each tasted the other two. Can’t tell you how hot it was seeing Vice’s tongue head into Lou’s hot booty. This activity was ended by another knocking on the door. Sitting up we all took deep breaths as the door opened and I was shocked to see Kieran’s hubby Charlie slip inside and close the door saying “can I talk to you?”. Vice, having heard Kieran’s description of his husband looked just as shocked. You see, as I mention in Parts 1 and 2, I had met Kieran and Charlie in prior years and they always played safe with condoms and it seemed Charlie was very much NOT a partier and did not want his husband to do so. Though allowed (like I was with my hubby) to play on the side, Kieran hid his desire to bareback from Charlie, and his desire to party. I was afraid this wouldn’t turn out well. “Kieran’s asleep… well, I slipped him a half an Ambien, so… I just have to ask, whose cum is running out of his ass, and what did you all do last night?” Lou stopped him with a hand and said, “Apologies my man, but if you are going to come in here at this time particularly, I need you to show us your dick and ass, give one or all of us a bit of a bj and take a rip from the pipe with us or else you’ll have to wait for another time…” Honestly, I figured he’d turn and leave. Instead, he dropped the jeans shorts and yellow jock he was wearing and dropped to his knees winking at me and saying, “you can be last, I’ve tasted you before…”. Charlie the bear cub then went balls deep on first Vice and then Lou. Coming up for air, he sighed “damn, never had one of those before” then dove onto me as Lou and I roared with laughter. After a minute Charlie sat up and said “Fuck, PLEASE give me that pipe!” He sparked the torch and expertly melted the bowl’s contents and inhaled an enormous hit. “God that’s good,” he sighed after a few huge rips, “haven’t tasted this in over three years! So, did my baby party with you guys last night?” I nodded yes, still not sure where all of this was going. “I figured that when he was so wound up this morning. And I saw him trying to hide his butt from me too, but once I got him to sleep I could verify that his beautiful puffy hole was leaking sperm so my top boy must have been getting fucked bareback, right?” I nodded again afraid of his reaction. “All three of you loaded him?” We looked at each other and nodded. “Damn that’s hot, and a fucking relief…” I was astonished and said “I thought you’d be pissed! I mean the last two years when I played with you guys here, it was all about safe sex and no drugs and even yesterday morning… what happened to change your mind?” Charlie kept doing hits from the bong, then realizing he was monopolizing it passed it around while he explained. Seems that when he and Kieran met, Kieran was still in college and was a naïve, inexperienced top-only who was afraid of both HIV and the drug scene. Charlie had been partying for a couple of years and had just found out he was HIV+. He asked what our status’ were, and I told him I was poz since 1985, and was unsurprised that Lou was poz also, and a little surprised that Vice was poz as well though many partiers ARE even when they’re straight (never did find out if the GF was poz or not – if it was all condom sex for them no wonder the kid was enjoying the freedom of raw male chemsex so much!). So Charlie continued his story. Having fallen head-over-heels for the Blond Jock, he vowed to stay away from the partying and to always play safe with Kieran since Charlie would never be able to deal with the guilt if he passed his infection on to Kieran. So for just over three years, Charlie had only had condom sex – even in groups, so as not to be tempted – and avoided the party scene at all costs thinking he’d lose Kieran if the kid knew what Charlie’s past was like. “But if he sought out both barebacking and chemsex on the side, then I’ve been giving that up for no reason, and I’m sure as hell going back to them right now,” he picked up the bong and drew a big hit, pulled Vice over and blew it into his mouth before a quick tongue lashing. “Now I am totally thrilled that my baby wants to do all the same hot pervy things that I do, but I’m a bit peeved that he never confided that in me…” I interrupted at that point. “He was just as afraid as you were that he’d lose YOU if you found out he wanted to do all those things. Now I think he’s gone raw some before, and we did yesterday while you were blindfolded, but I don’t think he’d partied much at all if ever before yesterday. So he wasn’t totally holding out on you.” Charlie smiled and nodded, “oh that’s even hotter. Now I want your help… all three of you.” We all agreed and Charlie said he wanted to play a little trick on Kieran, both as a bit of revenge and also as a bit of a gift for what looked to be the beginning of a piggier relationship. He asked that just before the party begins in earnest that we all help him get Kieran tied down and gagged in the sling, while Charlie stood in plain sight blowing clouds from the glass cock and shotgunning the three of us, before giving Kieran a slam and sending him into the atmosphere and watching for himself while he got to see his supposedly all top hubby take on all cummers. Knowing Kieran would be really confused at first and then LOVE the outcome, I nodded yes and Lou and Vice were more than eager to assist. Thanking us, Charlie took a big rip from the bong, picked up the poppers and rolled back on the bed spreading his legs and showing his hot hairy pucker and asked, “could I have a preview of later?” We each gave his hole some tongue action while we got our cocks all wet by blowing each other then I was first to sink my cock into his pulsing hole. “Oh fuck, I forgot how good skin feels. John, thanks for agreeing when my boy wanted you to corrupt him yesterday, you just made my life a whole lot better.” I smiled and pulled out, allowing Vice and Lou turns at giving him preview fucks for later. We helped him up, he pulled on his jock and shorts, telling us he’d see us just before the lights went out and muttering “hot damn, I got fucked by a big black cock…” as he went out the door and Lou rolled his eyes while Vice and I just laughed. Two more guys stopped to give their Christmas wishes to Santa quickly, and then it was time for the boys to go deliver to the rest of the town – promising to be back by 8:30 to get ready for the orgy and for Charlie’s plan. I took those couple of hours to call my hubby at his convention and see how it was going – that night was the entertainment night, though he admitted my night would likely be more entertaining. Telling each other “I love you”, I then texted Jimmy and let him know what was happening. He texted that he and his hubby were heading to the Mews for a romantic dinner and probably some vanilla sex later. I then put the Gregorian Chant back on and rested, getting a bit of a snooze in.

Apologies for the delay, here's the fourth installment of probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was at a 4 day business convention in New Hampshire and was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown during those 4 days, joining me after his convention (for his much more vanilla style sex). After having spent Thursday with my buddy Jimmy who'd planned a whole weekend for me, including a hot orgy Thursday night, he had to turn me loose for Friday for a personal emergency, and at the same time, the local candyman Lou also had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - and Kieran, a blond Boston frat boy type also staying at the Ranch guesthouse, and Karl a Houseboy on staff who was visiting from Germany. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager, and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me, at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - white, blond, blue - we pick up the story on a very stormy Friday morning. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 4 PART 4 – Foggy Friday Foursome “Welcome to our little party, Karl” I said, “get comfortable and get tweaked!” I was loading the bong with some more nice sized shards as Karl put down a small khaki knapsack. He then pulled his scoop neck T off, kicked off his sandals, and pushed down his baggy cargo shorts revealing that he was free-balling. Now displaying his nice vascular soccer type body, rings in his nips, PA in his currently soft short fat cock… he was smooth all over, mostly natural apparently, but shaved pubes as well, and absolutely incredible thighs and butt (turns out he had trained as a speed skater in high school). A seriously nice addition to our little gathering. From his rucksack he pulled out some lube, a cockring, nipple clamps and a small vial of something. “I have some GHB to contribute” the German kid began “if anyone wants some”. While still getting his hole pounded, Kieran looked up and said “I’d love a little actually…” then looking up at his top he gave puppy dog eyes to Vice and continued “I’d love it if you did some with me… with all of us, actually”. Karl looked pleased as he pulled a half dozen stacked little plastic dixie cups out as well, the same cups found at all the communal sinks in the guesthouse. I pulled Gatorade out of the cooler for him to mix with, then lit the torch and melted the new addition to the bong. Remembering all too vividly a night only a few weeks before when – either accidentally or deliberately, I never did find out – some regular fuck buds over G’d me and knocked me out – causing me to lose almost 2 hours of play and waking up puking my guts up, I was just a touch more cautious than in the past. Didn’t want that happening to me or them so I requested “Keep it moderate please.” “Gosh golly, Dad, you ruin all our fun,” Kieran snarked from over on the bed, with an adorable smirk, while Karl added .2 to each of four cups, topping them off with the radiator fluid colored sports drink. Both Karl and I groaned at the “Dad” comment, but while mine was a semi-comic reference to my age, Karl’s utterance was much more sexual and urgent. Quite the contrast. It stopped me short for a second and I looked at my playmates. “Dad, huh? Now you got me wondering… just how old ARE the three of you?” For some reason I was not ready for the answers: Kieran 24, Vice 21, Karl 20! “Holy fuck, boys I’m 43! I seriously COULD be your Daddy, all of you – though I’d have had to knock up a cheerleader at the Senior Prom to be responsible for you!” I joked pointing at Kieran, who replied “guess that makes you our Daddy for the day, J.” Karl nodded muttering, “umm-hmm”. Suddenly thrust from being a contemporary to “mentor, coach, father” status brought me up short for a moment. Though I’ve always played with a wide range of guys of all ages, teens through seniors, from when I was a teenager myself (and still today at 58), I tended more frequently to older than me, and to suddenly be part of a four-way where I was a generation older than the other three was a new situation even for me! The joking and prep of the G had put Vice and Kieran on pause and now everyone had gathered around the dresser for the G, some hydration and of course for some more clouds. Karl was rummaging around his knapsack for something, and then produced his wallet, which along with his passport and all, had a few photos in it and he flipped to one. “If you are curious why am I so anxious to play today, especially with our esteemed host, this is why.” (Gotta love Europeans who learn English from the stuffiest British tutors…) We looked at the photo, and Vice half-seriously asked “you’ve met before?” I looked closer at what appeared to be a family picture at a reunion or picnic or something. Several men and a couple of teenagers both boys and girls, all in swimwear in front of a lake. I could see where Vice got his observation from. Several of the men looked like they could have been MY brothers, two especially, directly behind what seemed to be a 16-ish year old Karl. “I’ll admit, there is a resemblance… Your family, Karl?” “Ya, look close at my father and uncle,” he pointed to those very two men… very similar build to mine, muscular chest and arms like mine, same hair color and style, same height in relation to Karl, okay, pretty similar. “Now you see why you have to fuck me!” Now, let’s be clear here for a moment, these guys and I weren’t doppelgangers or long-lost identical twins or anything, but we seriously looked alike enough to be mistaken for brothers or cousins. And with the tweak we all had on plus the type of scene we were in made the resemblance seem all the more remarkable and the sex to come a bit more twisted. Kieran asked the question we were all thinking: “So you want J to fuck you because it’s your fantasy, or because you miss getting this from them at home?” “Wait, WHAT?” was Vice’s stunned response (though his cock jumped a couple of times I noticed so he wasn’t TOO freaked out!). We looked at Karl and he just smiled and said “both, actually. My Uncle and I started both sex and the Tina when I was 16 and we always fantasized about getting my father, his brother, to pnp with us but that’s never happened. At least not yet. But you look enough like my father that it will feel almost like I’ve gotten my wish.” “Well, I’m glad I can help you with that ‘mein sohnchen’,” I growled pulling his beautiful ass and back to rub against my cock and chest. He gasped a little at my reply and I remember thinking that my College German classes had FINALLY been good for something. I dropped a few words and phrases that morning that a German father might say to his son. Well, a particularly horny piggy son… While Karl caught up cloud-wise, I made sure the rest of us hydrated, popped a few grapes, and discretely took a quarter of a Viagra as a “top up” and passed a half V to Vice, whispering to him “better safe than sorry… gotta keep hard for these hungry boyholes, right?” He grinned at me and murmured “grateful, J, I’d hate to disappoint these welcoming hawt bros.” Some more clouds for all, a new DVD in my laptop, and breaktime was over. Karl said to Kieran and Vice “I think you need to finish something I interrupted; do not worry I service our Daddy for the day.” “Just hold that thought for one minute while I jump out and piss quick – why not check out my toys while you wait Karl? Be back in just a moment.” The boys returned to the fuck position they had been in on the bed, as I slipped out the door. I was starting to chub up and really needed to drain my hose before another round. I was done in a flash, and snuck back to the room, finding Karl crouched down rummaging around the dildos and such. Thinking ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ I figured I’d give him the whole nine yards: “Karl...” I growled low, “was ist los? Dildo? Kommen sie heir bitte!” Karl looked a bit ‘bunny in the headlights’ at being commanded in his native language, so I doubled down. “Schnell, Karl, kommen! So you like “Mannwurst”, ja? Kusse dein Vater Mannwurst!” I pointed to the floor in front of me while Karl dropped to his knees and started a damn respectable oral servicing of my cock and balls, reaching up to manhandle my nips somehow knowing (maybe by just looking at my extended nips) that I really liked them worked and worked hard. I returned the favor as he did his mouth magic, bringing me back to full hardness. He looked up from my now throbbing and dripping tool with eyes that begged me without words. I’d reached the limit of the German I knew that would suit this situation (and ‘MannWurst’ I totally improvised on the spot), but it seemed to have enough effect on Karl to have locked him into the fantasy, so I felt safe switching to English. Which was good, since I couldn’t remember any more! “Yeah boy, you want that somewhere else boy? You wanna get fucked by this daddy cock?” He nodded and moaned. “Then on your back on the bed son – show me that pretty hole begging for pappa’s schlong.” He almost threw himself onto his back next to Kieran ass on the edge of the bed, and up went those huge thighs exposing his sweet pucker. I dropped to my haunches and did a quick rim job - I’d spend more time later, but obviously this kid NEEDED to be fucked! As I attacked with my tongue, I grabbed some lube spreading some on my cock and leaving enough on two of my fingers to add to his hole. Standing, I worked my fingers into him, then spread them for some stretching while making sure he had lube inside, at the tight entrance and a bit around the rim – since he was shaved and my pubes were trimmed but not shaved, I didn’t want to give him rug burn! Popping his legs onto my shoulders, I brought my hips right to the edge and rubbed my tip on his hole. Locking eyes with him, I slowly sank my tip steadily into him, followed slowly but without pausing with the rest of my shaft until my balls rested against his taint. Watching his eyes widen without breaking our connection and hearing his soft “ooh, yah” brought a pleased smirk to my mouth as I stared into his tweaked and happy soul. Damn, chemsex is so incredible. I started him with a slow circular grind, then leaned down and frenched him as I gave him a slow stirring fuck. Breaking the kiss for a moment, I asked him “Is that what you wanted? Your Pappa’s cock boy?” He moaned, nodding his head as I kissed him again, then whispered in his ear “damn that’s good, but I think what you want is a real pounding.” Straightening up, I picked up the pace to a real ball slapping ass pummeling rabbit fuck. He smiled and grunted “fuck yah, harder, pound me!” This kid could take a punishing fuck and come out laughing and smiling (I wish I could take a pounding fuck that well and that enjoyably all the time, frankly…). Karl was my kind of pig! I kept up the blistering attack for almost 10 minutes while Vice slowed his fucking tempo of Kieran to watch, slack jawed. Giving Karl another kiss, I straightened up and slowed down significantly, leaning backwards from the waist a bit to stretch out my back muscles and take some deep breaths and let my heart rate slow down 50 or 60 less beats a minute or so, continuing a slow deep screw. “Damn J-man, you throw a wickie mean fuck!” Vice drawled as Kieran chuckled “totally… damn, not bad for an old man…” Breathing like an old fireplace bellows, I replied “You are so going to pay for that later kid” laughing and winking at him so he knew I was just going along with his banter. Kieran took that moment to change positions, getting on all fours over Karl so they could 69, while Vice fucked Kieran from a kneeling position on the bed. This left me and Vice with our hands and faces free, and as we fucked our respective partners I was surprised to find Vice working my nips - and doing a good job – again, so I returned the favor careful to find the right amount of pressure and intensity for someone I was sure was a newbie. As our four person fuck continued, I was able to reach the poppers giving us both two major hits and then doing a major snog with the str8 boy… and he smiled the whole time. Finally, I needed a breather, and frankly I needed to check the time. We all disengaged, everyone remarking how hot that had just been. It was time for me to check in with my hubby so while they hydrated and stepped out to piss then snacked a bit I stepped over to the window and called my husband’s Convention Hotel Room in New Hampshire. He told me how the first day went, then asked how many people were in my room… ah, he knows me so well! Telling him 3 (and that they were all even more his type than mine), he laughed heartily, reminded me to get SOME sleep and remember to eat… signing off with “see you Sunday” and “love you”, I turned to see the three guys watching, Kieran and Karl smiling and Vice shaking his head “He’s cool with all of this?” I nodded. “That’s just wickie unfair…” he concluded, shaking his head in mock resignation. We got back at it. Vice got a third manhole to try out, he was obviously enjoying the comparison. Kieran, before heading back to his room at 9:30, spent a little time topping me and a bit longer on Karl, then with a “see you later, cool meeting you Vice!” grabbed his stuff and headed out. The remaining three of us kicked back on the bed and blew clouds and watched some more DVD porn. Karl mentioned booty bumps, and Vice gave us each one and then insisted Karl and I demonstrate how one of my double-headed dildos worked. He chose the thicker of the 18-inchers which Karl got super lubed while Vice brought the bong over to us for a few more clouds. On our backs with our heads in opposite directions, the toy was first inserted into Karl’s well-fucked ass and then the other head to my play-loosened hole. “Now what?” Vice asked. “Ever play ‘Crab Soccer’ in Gym Class?” I replied. He sputtered and laughed while Karl and I crab-walked our way toward each other until our holes were kissing, with my right leg over his left and his right leg over my left. We both moaned and Vice was fascinated. We pushed back and forth a bit, then pulled away leaving a few inches of the toy exposed between us. “You want to take control of that?” Vice nodded while Karl huffed some poppers as I did a bit of Max Impact. The Str8 boy grabbed with his fist and pumped it side to side, then started twisting a bit, and finally began shaking his whole forearm, causing us to moan as it vibrated inside us. After a few minutes, Karl grabbed my hands and pulled us closer again, and indicated we should sit up. Our cocks came together between us and though some of the dildo was obviously no longer in either of us in this position, we were still filled nicely. Karl asked Vice to bring the bong and torch and feed us a hit a few hits, then stand on the bed straddling us. He took a few puffs, passed the bong back and forth between the houseboy and me, and as we held our last hits, he set the glassware down and stepped up and straddled us. Grabbing each other, Karl and I pinned him, Karl taking Vice’s cock in his mouth before exhaling his cloud all over it then beginning to suck, while I split Vice’s cheeks with one hand, inserting my tongue in his hole and releasing my cloud into and around his sweet opening. Bucking back and forth, I rimmed, Karl sucked, Vice moaned as his two companions serviced him and fucked each other slowly. Finally, our German fuckboy, let out a major grunt and blew a load over our stomachs and Vice’s lower legs. Around 11am we decided we needed some break time, and Karl was due for some house duties shortly. We had a couple of yogurts each, along with fruit, some Gatorade and a protein bar each. As we decompressed, Karl found out that Vice sort of assisted Lou, whom Karl knew professionally as it were, and that Lou was coming to my room around 4pm to see if anyone in the guesthouse might need his services. Karl said coming in as my guest was a good idea, and with the severe rainstorm most guests would likely stay in the guesthouse tonight and this would likely turnout to be one of the guesthouse’s infrequent but legendary all-house orgies. I’d been in one a few years prior, and it was very hot. Karl said he’d subtly let the “cooler” guests know to stop by my room late afternoon if they wanted anything ‘special’ for the evening’s festivities. We’d been hearing lots of stirring and movement about the house for over an hour, and there were going to be lots of guys out and about, pissing, showering and the like, and although Vice and I both wanted to shower, Karl could see Vice’s reluctance, so gathering up the toys we needed to clean he told us to follow him. Both of us in shorts only and carrying towels and guest toothbrushes - and Vice with his cap on and pulled low - Karl led us to the back stairs and down to the basement level where the houseboys lived, and laundry was done. While he cleaned the toys, he indicated the small communal showers down there that were intended for the houseboys and included sure-shots. After brushing our teeth, we both utilized the sure-shots. Fortunately, each of the commodes was enclosed, so Vice, and for that matter, me, could get squeaky clean without having to release in front of each other. We then went back to the showers where Karl joined us, as we got the morning’s sweat, lube and funk sluiced off, and Karl gave us each a quick couple of sucks. We dried and with our shorts back on, some new towels, and my cleaned toys in a bucket, we headed to the back stairs and started up. As we started our climb, we heard a voice whine “jeez, Karl, you could have at least SHARED them…”. Vice and I could only chuckle as we got back to my room. Somewhat fed and cleaned up, we opted for some down time (after all this was still only FRIDAY morning, with lots more to come we had to pace) so I put a DVD with some bi content in it on play silently, while playing some mellow meditation type music on my portable CD. Taking some melatonin and a bit of G each, we laid on the bed diagonally his pillowed head in one corner, mine on a pillow in the diagonally opposite corner with the porn on the dresser where we both could see without too much trouble. Settling in with our lower legs crossed somewhat, Vice pretty quickly closed his eyes while I spent a couple of minutes jotting a few notes in my sex diary then calling my voice mail at my office just to make sure nothing was blowing up while I was on vacation. I saw a text from Jimmy and responded that Vice was spending the day with me in my room… which resulted in some poorly spelled and obviously flabbergasted responses from poor Jimmy! Getting the necessary small chores out of the way and chuckling to myself about this str8 boy in my bed having an adventure, I too closed my eyes and slipped into a light doze. FRIDAY AFTERNOON FREAK AND FROLIC I was in that muzzy fugue state that comes with the not-quite-sleeping we experience during party breaks, so it took me a few seconds to add up all the sensations I was suddenly feeling. Hearing was first, a very familiar bubbling sound over the still playing meditation music. Then scent, as what must have been an extensive cloud wafted past my mouth and nose, with an undercurrent of fresh washed male, a hint of lube and the bottom note of the old knotty pine paneling on the guest house wall. Then touch, a soft rubbing from my nips to hardening cock and back, and a warm insistent burrowing to my now relaxed and well-stretched manhole… which was a bit strange since the water pipe was continuing to bubble. Realizing I had to open my eyes, I did so slowly and took in a remarkable and truly sexy sight. My until-now-limited-to-straight-sex-only companion was mostly upright against the pillows in his bed corner, fully naked, legs spread, one foot wandering my torso, tool and testicles, the other foot burrowing between my legs and continuing a gentle invasion of my hole. His plumped, half-staff sausage fell over one thigh exposing his hairy pucker temptingly… running my gaze up his tanned torso, over the slight belly that was actually sexy, to his well-sculpted pecs and bowling ball shoulders, his oversized biceps showing exceptional vascularity, he had no idea how hot he really was. He wore a smirk as he worked the torch and sucked more vapor from the swirling bowl. “Damn, now that’s nice to wake up to,” I drawled. Vice smiled ruefully and handed me the pipe, “you know, J, my girlfriend has never given me props like that, and you actually mean that, don’t you?” “Your lady obviously has some extensive vision problems my man, ‘cause you are seriously easy on the eyes.” He smiled wider and started with the foot work again. Now I will say truthfully that I do NOT have a foot fetish, those involve fantasy and serious concentration on specific body parts. That said, having spent so much time with man after man’s legs on my shoulders, you notice feet when they are just inches from either side of your face and I’ve learned to appreciate good examples of the male foot… and these, though tragically NOT on my shoulders, were exceptional examples. Long, lean, smooth soled with matching long lean well-proportioned toes – and well taken care of for a straight boy, nails trimmed and everything (thank god, as he’d been toe-fucking me, long sharp nails would have sucked…). So I did what I frequently do while fucking someone with hot feet, I took one in my mouth and started to suck on a big toe, blowing my cloud out around his foot. “oh, oh, oh fuck that’s wickie hawt J-man… damn but you’re givin’ me an education this weekend, woah.” I switched to his smaller toes with my tongue, as Vice continued, “damn man, you are a serious freak, except you’re not, you do wild rides like munching butt, and manhandling nips and sucking toes – shit chicks NEVER do, I mean mine would think it’s disgusting, and you turn it totally normal, and they feel so fine.” I stopped my oral attentions and shifted over to drop more crystals in the bowl. “Thank you, I appreciate that. Sex just isn’t freaky or weird to me, so long as all parties are enjoying it and it feels good, I say do it. Gotta admit, if your ass or feet were dirty, I wouldn’t do it – sweat doesn’t count by the way – but I like all the skin and all the parts of a hot male body, so when not experience it with as many senses as I can.” He nodded, seeming to really consider that. “I have to admit, man, that I’m totally impressed by YOU. I mean, a lot of straight guys would not be dealing well with all this, let alone enjoying it as you seem to be. I was a bit afraid I’d wake up and you’d be all pissed or something when you had time to think.” He actually laughed. “A week ago I would never have pictured the things I’ve done in the past day. I thought Lou was losing it when he talked me into heading over to Jimmy’s to play with you guys. And I am a bit ticked that he just abandoned me this morning. But I been lookin’ at it this way. This is a weekend for me to go totally wild and do things I’ve never done and might never do again, so why not enjoy it? The things you guys do to me and let me do to you feel awesome. Way better than the sex that bitch ever lets us have… I’m not even sure she actually LIKES sex, but damn YOU and your buds sure do!” He paused as I shot-gunned a big cloud to him, then let our tongues dance a little before I withdrew. “AND,” he said with great emphasis, “And, you guys make me feel like I’M actually hot, that I look good and people get off on my looks too, not just on the girl I’m with. So hell yeah, I’m going to enjoy every minute of this sex marathon weekend that’s more about what I want for a change.” Amazing, simply amazing, whether he ever hooked with guys again (and I thought he would even if he remained mostly on the hetero side) he was letting himself revel in being as much desired as desiring. Passing him the glass cock as I exhaled a smaller hit, I said “Good for you dude, enjoy it. But that never being told how fine you are, now that’s tragic, because you are a damn hot man. There’s no part of you that I don’t want to touch, lick, get penetrated by or well… damn, if you WEREN’T straight, I’d be all up in that hot hole right now giving back all the pleasure you banged into me.” Blowing his own cloud, he almost looked apologetic “yeah, just not sure that’ll happen, but if you want to get your hot mouth back there again, that’d be wickie cool. Let me take a few more hits so I can return the favor. In fact…” he leaned over to the supplies and picked up the two prepared booty bumps that we hadn’t used when Karl and I did two earlier, he handed me one and keeping the other. Catching the mood, I ditched the new age music, and turned the sound back up a bit on the porn, putting in one of my favorite vids that featured lots of rimming. Sucking down some Gatorade, we shot the bumps into our asses, and each took more pipe hits while the bumps got absorbed. “Holy shit,” Vice whispered as the bumps took us. I laid flat on the bed, propping two pillows under my neck and indicated to Vice to sit on my face. That hot hairy muscle butt came down, and sticking my tongue in his hole, blew my last cloud into and around it. He settled in, moaning, while I feasted. He really was tasty and obviously enjoyed it SO much. After a few more clouds of his own and a huff of poppers, he pushed two more pillows under my butt while hauling my legs back and dove into a fervent anal 69. We went at it like two starving men for almost a solid half hour, with just a few gasped breaths here and there. The pleasure factor was extreme for both of us and we rode the wave of feeling. Both needing to stretch our necks, brought cocks and balls into reach, and as I started sucking his piece, playing with the foreskin with my tongue, I was pleasantly surprised to feel him kissing, licking and tonguing my equipment a bit too. Inexpertly, yes, but honestly wanting to give pleasure back. We broke for breath almost telepathically and he asked if I was ready to have something bigger than his tongue inside me again. Of course I nodded yes, while wishing that he’d reciprocate on that too, but who knows maybe eventually. In the meantime, there was that nice sized uncut tool that needed a home. I was very pleased that he chose me on my back with my legs over his shoulders. Sliding some lube on, he sloooowwwwllllyyyy slipped back inside me. Wow. The kid had promise, lots of promise! The first round was a slow sensuous screw with him kissing me intensely and each of us working, squeezing, pinching the other’s nips. It was so slow and passionate it was almost bordered on romantic, except we kept chuckling and blowing some clouds too. Breaking after a good long fuck, we spent the next hour playing with toys, no ass penetration toys for him, but vibrators, cock pumps and what turned out to be his favorite, nipple suction cups. I have a full set of cylinders that have a screw attachment at the top that produce suction… they increase in diameter step by step from ¾ of an inch wide to 3 inches. We got his nips sucked up to over an inch and turned the screws until they drew them out off his chest by about the same amount, then he used the widest ones on me, astonished to see my already large nips get even bigger and sucked out a good two inches. Our cocks which had softened some while we worked the mechanics of the toys started to plump again, and I asked if I could try something. Nodding yes absently as he batted his hands at both his cups and mine, I stepped a bit closer, grabbed his cock and inserted my own into his foreskin, “docking” my circumcised tool into his natural one. It felt awesome rubbing our cockheads against each others while our cupped chests bounced off each other and drew moans from both of us. That’s where we were when Lou called Vice’s phone to let him know he was less than 10 minutes away and could we come down and let him in and bring him to my room. Vice shrugged and tried to remove his suction cups – I showed him how, and he gasped as I did. We quickly popped on some shorts and sneakers with me in a vest and Vice in one of my wifebeaters. Leaving the room, we paused to take a piss then headed downstairs to where Lou was already waiting on the porch.

AS I STATED IN PART ONE OF THIS MULTIPART EXPERIENCE: Most of those who’ve read my real life “party” experiences may know that I’ve kept a “sex diary” since I was a teen-ager coming out in pre-AIDS New York City. This multi-part entry tells about the longest party weekend I’ve had in all my years back in 2006. I had started to tell this story on another now defunct site almost 10 years ago, but the notebook of my experiences from that time went missing when a friend borrowed the whole set and returned it with one book missing. He found the misplaced notebook just this month while doing a closet overhaul to relieve Corvid Cabin Fever. I will post it as I finish typing and editing, in several parts. PART 3 - FRIDAY MORNING FOG The bulk of the guests had departed as Kieran, Adam and I helped Jimmy clean up, while Lou and Vice put the office back in order, downloading a few things onto a USB drive. We all took a quick rinse in the playroom shower – except Vice who Jimmy let use the upstairs shower so as not to be too “uncomfortable” in the locker room style shower with the rest of us. So as we walked out into the early grey morning as I mentioned at the end of Part 2, there was some “what do you want to do?” type stuff going on. Adam was going to Manny’s so they could continue to wreck each other’s holes for a few hours, until the high wore down and they each needed to get ready for their shifts later. Actually, Manny had let me know I’d be welcome to be their third before he left the party, and Adam had agreed. But despite how hot these two pigs were – and the fun I’d had with each in the past – I also knew it would be a session focusing on getting those two ravenous holes full of as much of ANYTHING as we could, and I’d be serving more as a facilitator than an equal participant in that triangle. Wasn’t really what I wanted at the moment, and I also felt responsible for getting my Fratboy home to his hubby at our Guest House. So Adam wished us all a fun day and took off into the fog towards Bradford Street. Meanwhile, Lou had been distracted by several messages he got on his phone since the party wound down, and he looked up after listening to his last message. “Gotta handle a little down chain distribution issue, need to head up cape for a few hours,” he said. “Alone” Vice looked a bit taken back as Lou threw an arm around my shoulder and addressed me. “So, J-man, no worries, I’ll be back by mid-afternoon, text you, and I’ll stop by your room around 4pm,” he said to me, chuckling. ”Yeah back at T-Time.” “I’m not coming with?” asked Vice. Lou shook his head and said, “definitely not, can’t have you in on this one”. “Fuck. I understand yo, but where do I hang meantime? Can I have the keys to your crib and crash there ‘till you come back?” Lou shrugged and said “Vice my man, you KNOW nobody is allowed in there if I ain’t there too. I trust you boy, but I just can’t do that… can’t go to your Aunt’s house? Ain’t your uncle just headed to the boat around now?” Vice snorted and muttered “fuck that, no…” Just then it began to drizzle. Lou looked over at me, “so J-daddy, you think you could let my man here crash in your room until I get back? I’ll make it worth your while…” he said, as he waved a bag at me and winked. “If Vice doesn’t mind that we’re gonna continue the sex games for a while, that’s cool with me.” Vice shrugged and nodded yes. Lou grabbed my neck and laid a wet one on me whispering in my ear “thanks – now keep working on his barriers” as he slipped the baggie into my pouch. Lou took off into the drizzle and gloom also towards Bradford and the final three of us started a brisk walk and turned onto Commercial Street. I gave Kieran and Vice a better introduction. Kieran asked why Vice had stayed in the office all evening. “Vice generally doesn’t work our side of the street and the rules were everyone had to flip – even if he was cool getting blown or something, he certainly wouldn’t be bottoming.” Vice was blushing, but nodded then admitted sheepishly “My bitch is outatown, and Lou had me party a bit with him and Jimmy and J here – did some wickie freaky shit I thought I’d never do, but getting my ass reamed or my face fucked was just too much, you know?” Kieran nodded “Makes sense, I guess – well, I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but if you feel like repeating what you DID like before with us now, I’d be down with that.” Vice pursed his lips and nodded his head in the affirmative. “Besides,” I put in with a smirk, “listening to all that sex noise for the past 4 hours you must need to blow a major load or two.” Vice chuckled and replied “man, you don’t know the half of it.” Conversation shifted and Kieran and Vice bonded over hockey, both having played through high school and both being huge fans of the Bruins, and switching to baseball to include me, not without a lot of ribbing about being a Yankee fan surrounded by Red Sox territory. We were bit of a strange trio as we walked – not that Provincetown isn’t quite used to seeing Leather Men returning home at 6am – just not usually accompanied by a guy in basketball shorts, socks and slides, and a white B.U. hoodie over it (loaned to him by Jimmy). Vice had his ball cap on under the hood, and pulled the hood down as far as it could go and still let him see as he periodically looked around us from side to side. “Fuck, I knew this could happen…” he cursed under his breath as he pulled us into the alley by the Lobster Pot. “Let me know when those two guys with the green jackets are gone… fuck, fuck, figures…” I stepped back towards Commercial Street and leaned against the side of the Pot, pretending to be fiddling with my phone. They were obviously local fishermen, one older one young, who took no notice of me as they continued down Standish to the fishing pier. After they were well past, I slipped back and said they were gone. “Jeez that was close,” Vice muttered. “Looked like fishermen… friends of yours?” I asked, all innocence. “Not friends, family… my frickin’ bastid of a uncle and my bass ackward cuz.” Peeking around the corner again, I added “who you’d really rather didn’t see you out at dawn with two tricked out leather fags, I suppose?” “Don’t be like that man, turns out you guys are really chill, but they’d never get it – I’d never hear the end of the shit they’d give me for that – totally nothing against you, ya know?” Both Kieran and I nodded and smiled as he continued “see, ‘at’s why I couldn’t hang there – showing up as they were headin’ to work, them knowin’ I’d been out all night and obviously a bit fucked up? Hell, they’d make up shit to accuse me of… and my Aunt would just sit there clicking her tongue at me, shaking her head, while she burns through a half-a-pack of unfiltered Camels…” The kid sure had a way with words – couldn’t wait to write some of this stuff down! “Let’s get a move on then,” I said. The chatter on the last few minutes of our damp walk shifted back to sex and some of the wilder stuff Vice had seen us doing on the computer monitor and times when the door was opened for a while. Fisting, for example was just overwhelming to him, astonished it was even possible, let alone fun. Still, Kieran and I traded a silent smirk at the tent in those basketball shorts. We finally reached The Ranch and Vice let out a laugh and shook his head, “never thought I’d see the inside of THIS place…” as I keyed open the outer door and we crept in quietly. Heading to the stairs I sent the two of them ahead of me and stuck my head into the tiny office where one of the house boys yawned while watching a vid without sound. “Could you drop some extra towels up to room 21, Karl?” I said to the German ex-pat, “we need to dry off some leather, and there won’t be any left for showers otherwise.” He nodded an affirmative as I moved quickly up the stairs to catch up, letting the guys into my room, where Vice let out a sigh and pulled the damp hoodie off. “Let’s keep the mood going,” I said as I pulled my water bong and torch from the inside of the nightstand drawer, adding some crystals from the most recent baggie from Lou. Melting the crystals carefully, I let the pool recrystallize while the three of us started removing our wet items and laying them out on the towels already in my room. Sparking the torch again, I took a huge rip and indicated to the guys I was ready to shotgun – and amazingly, Vice got there first! I passed the flame and glassware to them and booted up my laptop setting it on top of the dresser facing the bed and put on a porn dvd (extreme low volume) that was a compilation a friend had made up and given me for just such an occasion. A mix of gay bareback scenes, a few amateur partying vids, and a few clips that started out with bi scenes and a T-girl scene or two which hopefully would be enough of a turn on for Vice without turning me or Frat Boy off. He and Kieran were almost naked sitting side by side on the edge of the bed passing the bong back and forth and shot-gunning, though not really making out, not yet at least. I took the bong back for a hit and returned it to Vice as I brought out a couple of types of lube and maximum impact and a cloth, plus a roll of paper towels. Indicating the bedside drawer, I said “pipes, more T, vitamin V, a bit of G are ready in the drawer, “accessories” in the open suitcase…” I indicated the roller case laid flat and open on the floor of the closet displaying toys, cockrings, and more leather. “And the cooler has Gatorade, yogurt and some fruit… hydrate bois!” I had nothing left on me except chaps and so bending to pull out a large bottle to start us off, I gave the boys a full view of my muscle butt framed in black leather. “Fuckin’A, there’s that hawt friggin hole again,” growled our captive straight boy as I continued pulling out a few refreshments replying “I guarantee you’ll like Kieran’s butt as much if not better than mine – and he’s a lot younger too.” “Doubt it man, but hafta’ test it out…” Just then we heard wind and heavy drumming on the window. “Holy cow we got back just in time,” I said looking out the window at what was now a howling downpour. “Supposed to last all day and tonight,” Kieran said then smacked his lips. I turned with a smirk to see Kieran on his knees swallowing Vice’s uncut linguica as the tradie stud sucked down some more clouds. Kiernan switched back and forth from my cock to Vice’s as I sucked in a huge hit and leaned over to shotgun. That was the moment there was a quick tap and a voice saying “towels” as the door opened a crack and Karl slipped inside. “oh, yes… that’s a sight,” he whispered as he made sure the door was closed behind him. Putting the towels down, he surreptitiously ran his thumb along the bulge in his running shorts while eyeing us and the pipe with hunger. “Please, if I may, I’ve been alone on shift all night – would you allow me to partake?” Wondering where he learned his very formal style of English, I passed him the bong, and held the torch for him as he took several good long draws. As he slowly blew out his third cloud, he looked around at us with a guilty looking smile. “I waited an extra few minutes hoping to find you like this… forgive me, but you are all very hot. My shift ends at 7am and I am free until the afternoon. Feel no obligation but would you be interested in one more?” The three of us suddenly looked like buyers at a BMW lot as we scoped him out – I couldn’t have said it then (since the movie hadn’t been made yet) but he kind of looked like a compact version of Kristof from “Frozen”. In his string top and shorts he was chesty, with nice arms, killer “soccer” legs and butt, tip of a fat uncut dick peeking out from the shorts. Ice blue eyes, buzz cut, smooth and vascular with the whitest white skin ever. Hell, worked for me. “I’m up for it,” I said, “but I have to see if my guests agree. “Totally,” that was Kieran, who looked up from his cock work at Vice who just chuckled and said “why the hell not?” I looked back at Karl and smiled, “Unanimous, come back when you’re done… oh, you know us, but this is Vice – now Kieran and I are both verse but he’s our straight pal, just having some fun with us today, so he’s top only and the only thing that goes near his ass is tongue. Period. That cool?” Karl nodded yes, “That is hot,” he said looking at the local stud “I hope you will fuck me.” As he took another long draw from the waterpipe, I held up a crystal and lube saying “booty bump for the road?” Karl bent showing his magnificent ass, and applying lube with my pinky, I then slipped the shard in, “might burn for a minute or two, but that fades quickly… see you in 15 minutes or so.” Karl said “20 minutes – I am cleaned out but want quick touch up shower.” He slipped out the door with a wink. “Dang you guys are a panic – is it this easy all the time for you guys?” “Yes,” I said exactly at the same time as Kieran was saying “No.” Laughing, I mumbled “well I’m older and I have absolutely NO shame.” “Ya know before we get started, I need to run back to the room, drop my stuff and leave a note for my man in case he wakes early… otherwise you got me until 9:30 or so.” Pulling on the jock he left in my room last night, he bundled up his sneakers, shirt and shorts and cracked the door. “Back in a flash!” “He can go out there like that?” Vice asked as I was loading more into the bowl of the pipe. “No problem, the place is clothing optional on the upper floors. By the way, just so you know for later the bathroom and showers are right next door to this room so you can slip right over there wearing as little or as much as you like.” The kid just laughed shaking his head, indicating ‘mind blown’ with his hands as I melted the crystal for us. “I’m so glad you showered at Jimmy’s” I told him as I held the torch and bong while he drew. He raised an eyebrow at me saying “Oh?” on his exhale. “Yeah,” I replied “so I could go back to where we were before.” Taking a long pull, I handed him the stuff while holding the hit, got behind him, having him lean and spread his legs some, then dropped to my knees got my face in his crack and breathed that cloud into his hole. I followed it with my tongue, and both of us moaned. “Why ya’ think I took the shower?” he laughed. “Was hoping to get more of this.” It was as good or better than the afternoon since we were both ramped up. Kieran slipped back through the door, “nice, keep doing what you’re doing.” He dropped a bag with his key, poppers, rubber cock rings and stuff on the dresser and picked up the pipe and torch. He turned Vice at an angle from where he had been leaning on the dresser and dropped to his knees in front of that uncut cock, while I was still behind chowing on that hairy hole. Sparking the torch, Kieran said “Charlie’s still totally out, left him a note, and yeah, supposed to storm all day and well past midnight…” I heard the water in the bong bubbling, and pulled out to say “meaning it’s a day and night to have fun indoors, what will we do?” Snickering, Kieran passed the pipe holding his hit and fondling that meaty cock, I drew my own hit, and winking K and I simultaneously clouded Vice’s cock and hole. “Awww…” was all we heard for a while, then “died and gone to heaven.” We spent a few minutes oral double teaming the stunned stud, until I needed to stretch my neck. Sitting back on my haunches, I looked at them “time for you to start you ass comparison, man.” I directed Kieran to his knees on side of the bed, and told him to show his hole. “Get his cock hard and wet, while I get your hole ready.” Vice knelt on the other side of the bed getting his cock sucked while I stayed on the floor rimming Kieran’s hot hole… after the fucking we’d all had during the party, he really didn’t need much prep, but hell, I wanted some rim time before Vice slipped in. Finally, I barked “Batter up!” Chuckles as Vice got off the bed and I heard the Max Impact spray from the direction of Kieran’s head. His hand slipped the can and cloth in my direction, and I took a whiff myself as I watched those hairy satyr legs step up to that frat hole, and the whisper “slide me in?” With a quick lick to the hood and head, I maneuvered that straight boy cock into that beautiful jock hole. Admiring for a few moments the two sets of balls swinging against each other, I tongued the junction of dick and hole for a minute, then slipped away once they’d adjusted to the position and Vice began to fuck in earnest. Damn it looked hot. Standing, I just watched for a minute, as they got into a rhythm and both began to mutter and moan. “Dude, up here, my mouth is lonely.” Getting up on the bed, I knelt in front of Kieran and he swallowed me whole. That boy sure knew how to suck! We got into a nice groove and I was pleasantly surprised when Vice reached up with one hand and tweaked one of my nips! “Am I doin it right?” he smirked at me. “Damn dude,” I replied, “yes, yes you are. Thank you.” “’S only polite,” he breathed. “Yeah, suck that man’s tool, dude – hot boi takin it from both ends.” Kieran’s eyes widened and looked up at me as he sucked, showing his surprise at how far this straight guy was getting into it. “Fuckin’ yeah, can’t choose which hole is better, gotta test it more.” He started to really pound for a minute, then altered his style by twisting his hips on each downstroke. Kieran looked like a happy fulfilled pig. We were in this configuration when Karl tapped and slipped into the room. “Mmm… latch the door?” said Kieran pulling off my cock for a second. “You guys keep at it and I’ll start welcoming our new guest,” I said, getting off the bed.

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

I moved into a very mixed neighbor hood. It was mostly Black There was very few whites in the area, Mostly Black. Right across the street was a Black Family, Mom and two Boy's, The one Black Boy immediately caught my eye He was skinny and lean and cute. He looked to be about 17,18 year old. One day He was out mowing the grass He was shirt less and wore a pair of white shorts. I could see the out line of His Black Dick through the shorts. I introduce himself to the kid He said His name was Logan. I asked Him what He would charge to me to cut my grass He said 30 dollars. He would come around every week and do His thing. It wasn't long before I started to find things moved or missing. I though I was going crazy about twice a week I would notice these things happening. Than I notice my porn would be out of place My Flesh Jack would be greasy Like it Had been used. Logan always seemed to know what I was doing or Had done. One night I went out and picked up a Black Guy in Leather when I brought Him home. He tied me to the bed and Fucked me with a Huge Black Dildo after that. He fucked me calling me a Bitch and a Slut. The next day Logan would say, Did you have fun last night and smile at me ? This went on for a few weeks 2 or 3 times a week. Some Black Guy would Fuck me. Logan all ways seemed to know Just what than looked like and just Had happen. One day Logan was hanging out. He Had a pair of Hand Cuffs dangling from His sagging Pants. He said, Bitch's like them.. That night I was beating off thinking about Logan, There was a noise outside. I looked out my window across the street. There was Logan He had His pants down and was Swinging His Black Meat in front of the window. He began to masturbate as if putting on a show , Than He stopped. The next night I was hoping for another show, But the window stayed dark. I went to sleep, A short time later I was awoken by someone in a Black Hood, He had a knife. He put a rag over my nose. He said to breathe dog, Breath deep and inhale, I immediately started to thrash with in a few seconds, I could not fight Him it any more, I tried to fight but I couldn't, He rolled me over and Tied my Wrists to the bed posts, I was scared.. He put a Ball Gag on me, And then put a Black Hood over my head. I could tell He had turned on a light. He got on top of me, He put a Rubber on and I could feel His hand guiding His Dick to my Ass Hole. This is what you wanted? He said He pushed the head of His Dick in my Hole. I tried to scream But the Ball Gag stopped me. His Dick kept sliding into my Ass. Than He started to Fuck me Roughly. He was calling me a Fucking Slut, Bitch. I'm going to Fuck you like a Bitch, His Hard Dick was going Deep in my Hole. I felt His Dick getting Harder and He said "I'm cumming" "I'm cumming" He pulled out of me Ass Hole. And Remove the full Rubber from His Dick, He took the Full Rubber and slid it on my Dick, And Stroked my Dick a few times. Here something to remember me by. He turned the light off and said Don't Move. He put the knife up against my face and said "I needed that !!! You don't tell anyone other wise I well cut your Dick Off. To show me He was serious He took the knife and put a single cut on my chest. And removed the ropes, His voice sounded familiar like I knew the voice. I felt Used and Ashamed, I reached down to my Hard Dick and masturbated my Dick with the Rubber Full of His Cum. After i came. I thought Guys don't get Raped, That only happens to women. I checked all the doors and windows they were all locked. I through about calling the cops, What would I say to them ? "I was Raped" How would I explain that I was Just Raped, The cops would say I asked for it, How would I explain the Rubber full of Our Cum. What would I say, So I didn't call the cops. After about a week, I went out to a Bar and got Drunk, When I got home I was so Horny. I put the Black Dildo on the Fuck Bar and started to Hop Up and Down on the Black Dildo. I Tied to Jerk Off, But I couldn't get a Hard-on. I eventually gave up. And went to sleep. The next night I fell a sleep early. I was woke up to a knife again my throat, There was the Black Hooded face again, I don't know why But the Hooded Face turned me on. He said don't move. With His free hand He put the Rope on my hands and tied them to the bed post. He removed the knife from my neck. He Had me Restrained and said You don't need the Ball Gag or the Hood this time ? "Do I " ? I shook my head "No," He set the knife on the table. He turned the light on, I like to see the pain and pleasure in your eyes and face, And ran His hands over my chest and stopped at my Tit's He pinched my Tit's. I've been watching you, You didn't call the cops, And tell them you were Raped, That's good, We don't need the cops finding all the drugs You have here. Open your eyes Bitch, I want you to see what a real Black Man looks like ! He flexed His Black Muscles and slowly removed His shirt and pants, and Boxers off, He was nude now, He flexed His Muscles again, Just compare my Black Dick to yours, My Black Dick is Big and Hard and full of Cum, Yours is soft and small, You like this Hard body don't you white boy? I shook my head "Yes" That's Good Your going to be getting a lot more of this Black Dick. I've seen the Black Guys that you bring home with you, I specially liked the Black Guy you brought home with you The one in Leather. He tied you to the bed and Fucked you with a Black Dildo and than Fucked you with His BBC. He was calling you a Bitch and Whore, You like being Domination by a Black Guy's ?. Yes I got a few Hidden Camera's, I've been recording your Fuck Session's , He got on the bed, He jammed His Black Dick in my mouth, Suck my Black Dick for the Camera, He forced it down my throat, He Fucked my mouth for a while. This is what a real Black Mans Dick taste's like. He removed His Black Dick from my mouth, His Black Dick was glistening with my spit, He pushed the Raw Black Dick against my Hole and His BBC slid on in, I started to scream and He slipped my face and said shut up. He started to push His Black Dick in even further, Tell me you want this Black Dick ? "Yes I want it" He slid His Black Dick into my Hole, I felt His Nuts against my Ass, He was all the way in, He Fucked me again, This ass feels good, He fucked me deep, I'm going to bred you. Put this Black Load in your Ass, He let out a growl and said I'm cumming, He was pumping His Black Seed into my white Ass. You got the making of a good slave for Black Dick, He started to Jerk me off, Rubbing His hand on my Dick, With little to no response, Nothing was happening He reached down and gabbed His Black Dick. He was instantly Hard again. He put His Black Dick next to mine, Side by side, Look at these Dicks, Your is white Small and Unresponsive, Your Nuts are small and can not produce any Cum, How could you ever Satisfy any body with that Dick. Mine Is Black Big Hard, Response's instantly, My Nuts are Big they hang low and I can Cum Multiple times. He slid His Black Dick into my Hole. "I Moaned", Till it was buried Deep. He grabbed my Dick and started to jerk me off as He was Fucking me, I couldn't get hard. My Dick was unresponsive. He pulled out of my Ass, And re positioned Him self with His legs were near my face and His Head was down near my legs, He slid His Black Dick into my Hole, He was opening my Hole up. He was Hitting my prostate, He switched positions again, and started to Fuck me all the way in And than all the way out. He put a Penis Pump on His Black Dick and it started to grow Bigger , Fatter He took another cylinder and placed it on my Ass Hole and it started to Suck, He increased the Suction on my Hole, It felt like He was pulling my Guts out. Just Relax and Push That's it, He turned the Suction up again. Yeah that's it, He removed the pump from my Ass, Than He placed His Black Dick in my Hole, As He removed His Black Dick He replaced it with His Hand, He kept replace His Dick with His Hand, Than His Hand pushed all the way in, To His wrist. He moved His Fist around in my Ass, I let out a Load Moan, He was remove His hand and than replaced it deep in my Hole. I was being Fist Fucked for the First time. I begged Him to stop. Not until I see your Rose Bud, I didn't know what He meant. He instructed me to push my Ass Lip's out, He said to push His Cum out of my Ass. His Black Dick was waiting in anticipation. His Fist and Wrist were going in my Ass Hole. I felt like I was being Fucked by a Massive Base Ball Bat. All of a sudden I was Cumming all over my self. He pulled His hand out of my Hole, He said to push the Cum out of my ass, As I was pushing the Rose Bud was Appearing, He gabbed His Phone and started to take Pics of my Rose Bud. He slid His Black Dick into my Rose Bud. He snapped some more pics. My Load on stomach, He took His fingers and scooped the Cum up. He pushed His fingers in my mouth and said Suck the Cum off my fingers. I have something for you, He put a very small Cock Ring on me. He Had to fight to get my Ball's through the Ring, He put some lube on my Dick and than squeezed it into the small Cage, The Cage had a tube that was inserted in my urethral to release urine and semen. He snapped the Cage onto the Ring And Locked it in place. He put the key on a chain and put it around His Neck. He untied my hands from the bed posts , Go ahead and check it out, I took my hand and placed it on the Cage I touched the Cock Cage, It was small and tight, How do I take it off I said ? You Don't, Only I do! You'll get used to it, He said. That Dick well never get Hard again, Not unless a BBC is in that Ass Pussy. Your Ass Hole well never be the same, You'll be Craving BBC in that Ass Hole from now on. Come over here, I must've of taken to long, The Cock Cage Had A Electrode Attachment, He turned the knob to one and there was a shock on my Dick, "I own you now" He turned the knob to three and the shock was more extreme, Who owns you ? He reached for the knob again, "You Do" "Who your Black Master" He reached for the knob again, "Your my Black Master" I said. Good Logan said, He reached for my Tit's and squeezed the one Nipple "You'll my Sexual Toy, "Your a Slave for Black Dick ! Only BBC well Satisfy you now, Your Ass Hole have been Blacken. That night I Squirted some lube in the Piss Slit and tied to Jerk Off. My Dick was totally in cased in lube, But I could not get Hard. The next morning early I was woke up by the Cock Ring, The Ring was too small. Later that day My Black Master came over and Fucked me. I begged Him to take the Cock Cage Ring off me. He refused .. I kneed down, I took His Black Dick in my Mouth. I well take your Piss, Please remove the Cock Cage, It hurts. He started to Pee in my mouth, I took all of His Piss down my throat, He turned around and said Suck my Ass. I started to eat His Ass out , I stuck my tongue in His Ass, I licked His Ass, and sucked it good , I kissed His ass several times, He turned around and said stand up. He took the key off His neck and unlocked the Cock Cage, He remove the Cock Cage. I took my hand and rubbed my Dick and Balls, That's all you get. He put the Cock Cage back on my Dick, You'll get used to it soon, From now on your going to take my Piss, When I want, I Don't care where it's at, You well drop to your knees and open your mouth and I well Urinate in your mouth, Under stand ! I said yes Master. Later that day Brandon came over He was with a Black Buddy of Login. He came over to smoke some weed, When Login came over He sat down and took a drag. He said Dam I got to Pee. He snapped His finger and pointed to the ground. I knelled down in front of Him. He unzip His pants and pulled His Black Dick out and placed in my mouth and started to Pee. After He was done done He zipped up. Brandon was looking in amazement , He said what a Fag. Login said I got to go, When He left He slapped my Ass, Brandon said that was gross. Your a Fagot. You take Dick up the Ass? I said "Yes" He started to get up, When He realized He had a Hard on, Look what you did to me, He pushed me down to my knees, and unzipped His pants, And pulled His Black Dick out of His pants, He pushed it into my mouth and said Suck It. . I was giving Him a Blow job, He was Fucking me Deep in my mouth, When He was close to Cumming He grabbed me by the hair and said I'm going to Cum, I felt His Black Dick start to Throb and than Squirt after Squirt of Cum when down my throat. When He was done He pulled His Black Dick out of my mouth. He stood over me looking down at me. He ripped my shirt off. Then He jammed His Black Dick into my mouth and let lose a Stream of Yellow Piss. He was Pissing so Hard that I couldn't drink it fast enough, He pulled His Dick out and started to Piss all over me, When He was done He shook His Black Dick and put it back in His pants and He walked out. Later that day Login came over with a shopping bag. In it was a 2 Quart Enema Bag. He said I was to use it was a everyday. To make sure that I was clean on the inside. He said to use it right away. I filled the bag up with warm water. I hung the bag up high and inserted the tube in my Butt and let the water flow. As the Bag was emptying into my Gut, My stomach started to grow Bigger. After the Bag was empty, I looked at my stomach it was sticking out, Login said Your having a Black baby, He said to keep the water in for 10 min. Than Shit it out. And then do it again. He said He want my Hole Clean from now on. I'm your Black Master now..

Decided to have a little fun one weekend and let loose. Contacted my dealer and got some molly... can't trust just any person nowadays lol. Thankfully he tests and caps my shit. Logged on to all my favorite apps and sites to see where i'd be able to drum up some action. BBRT, SCRUFF, ADAM and OF COURSE GRINDR! Checked in to one of my favorite hotels in Vegas(Caesar's Palace) , which doesn't require a keycard for entry. Decided to bullshit for a little and gamble as it was a bit early from my flight. Followed by grabbing a light snack. Once I was back in my room I turned on my iPad for my (bareback grindr profile) and left my iPhone on... sometimes when you're TOO direct about BB fucking guys get scared off lol. Hopped in the shower and cleaned out REAL good... when I'm rollin I don't know my fuck limit and think I can take 12" like it's 6"! As soon as I finished I proceeded to drop and listen to music to get myself in the mood. While scrolling the apps and sites a cute latino hit me up and we began to speak... normal chit chat... what you into blah blah... lucky for me he was driving near my hotel and decided to come up for some fun... he asked for me to be ass up when he arrived which I obliged. He walks in to my dimly lit suite and begins to eat my ass while he is getting undressed. By now I'm rollin and of course it feels like heaven and I am hitting my poppers moaning with pleasure. He then spins me around and slides his very above average leaking uncut dick into my mouth which got super wet once his precum mixed with my spit. He grabs my poppers and takes a hit and tells me to come to the edge of the bed. I tend to listen to almost anything when im fucked up ha ha. He sucks on my hole again and grabbed the lube from the nightstand and coated his big dick. He slaps it against my ass and pushes the tip in... I pushed back on it and hit the poppers again. Now im flying and he sinks in BALLS DEEP! He just holds himself there and moans... I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror and he had his cap backwards and looked so hot fucking me doggy style. We fucked in several different positions (from what I remember) and then he made me get on my back and he folded my legs sorta like a pretzel. He was really going to town on my hole which was super wet now and open but still tight. Without warning he slams into me and unfolds my legs and looks me dead in my eyes while he announces that he is breeding me.... That was SUPER hot! he stayed in me for a little bit longer before withdrawing. He cleaned up and out the door he went. I immediately hopped back on GRINDR and was able to find a hot European / spaniard guy who was a few floors below me. He was VERY direct and asked if I took any loads yet. I couldn't lie and confessed I had a fresh load and was looking for more. That sent him over the edge and within less than 2 min he was at my door. He comes in and I lead him to the bed. He spins me around and dives in my ass and tastes the other guys load. Followed by spitting on his fairly long but skinny dick to lube himself up. He asks if I have poppers suggesting i'll need it. I take two big hits and he takes one small one and lets it out quickly. I arch my back and he begins going to town on hole. I'm meeting his thrusts and loving all of it... then I feel the molly start to kick in again.. ya know the waves lol... and then I kinda blacked out for a bit. When I came to I was holding my popper bottle tight in hand while his forearm was around my neck and he was moaning and spasming into my now VERY full asshole. This guy got dressed in record time tho.. thanked me and was out the door. Still craving cock I logged on to A4A and had quite a few messages on there. A very handsome black guy around my age had hit me up and left his cell #. I like that.. shows they're serious about meeting haha! Being fucked up I sent him a text and thankfully he had an iPhone and I could see he was replying instantly! I already saw his dick which was a good 9.5-10" and thick like a red bull can. He decides to call me and we chat for a bit... by now I am pretty fucked up and had taken a few hits off my 420 vape pen. I let him know I am rollin and hi... which he's cool with. He shows up to my room tall AF. I must have missed that lol. I'm 5'6-5'7 and he was at least 6'3-6'4 and pretty muscular. Turns out he was a kisser.. which I normally DO NOT participate in lol... but he had nice teeth and very soft big lips. He slides a finger into my ass and begins to finger fuck me while his tongue is down my throat basically. Next thing I know im on my knees as he sits on the edge of the bed and he's feeding me poppers while he's undoing his fly exposing his big black dick. I take the whole thing in my mouth and slick it up with my spit. He starts taking off the rest of his clothes revealing his very decent body. His height really turned me on as he was standing tall and I was on my knees deep throating his big black cock. He seemed to really enjoy feeding me poppers... to which he notices my eyes are almost blacked out haha! He leans in and says we're gonna have some REAL fun tonight. Music playing in the background since the 1st guy off of my Mac.. and it finally switches to a mellow playlist which I hate when im fucking or rollin lol. I go to change the song and im bending over the desk with my knees on the chair cushion. He takes that opportunity to slide his big ass cock in my already lubbed ass. Even while rolling I felt that shit haha but it sure did feel good. I switched to a way better play list and repositioned myself on the edge of the bend on my hands and knees with my back arched. He takes the time to slick up his BBC with the Wet platinum lube that made it's way to the floor and was slightly leaking. He then applied a generous amount the my hole and tossed the poppers to me hinting for me to take a hit. Two deep hits and I feel him positioning to slide in again... my body gets warm and tingly. He must have fucked me like that for a good 30-45 min with the occasional withdraw and ass to mouth routine lol. Finally he tells me he's getting close and I tell him to breed me deep (thinking he would be my last fuck of the night) I start matching his thrusts and hitting the poppers again followed by my 420 pen. He grips my ass checks and begins slamming into me and taking it out very fast. I love that feeling bc it allows me to tighten my hole upon reentry and exiting obviously lol. That must have did the trick bc the next thing I knew he starts whimpering im cumming im cumming baby and my hole clamped down and his rock hard BBC. I swear he probably could have fucked for another hour but he had to head home for whatever reason ( I don't remember or care lol ) As I was laying in bed feeling AMAZING and starting to come down my grindr notification goes off not 1, 2 but 3x from guy who was less than 100 ft away. He must have been staying there too or gambling. He sent me a dick pic but no face pic bc he needed to be discreet. Sometimes that works... this time it did. He sent me a nice big uncut slightly tanned dick with full balls. He exclaimed that he need to breed ass bc he hasn't cum in a week and his GF is back home blah blah. I send him my room number and I swear he must have ran lol. I barely had time to piss and drink water! Opening the door I was surprised to see a late 30's handsome white guy with 5 o'clock shadow in my door way. He was just as tall as the black guy from earlier. He wasted no time and stuck his rough middle finger in my VERY wet, open and lubed hole while leading me to the bed. He asks if I suck dick and my reply was dropping to my knees lol. He notices my 420 pen and asks can he take a few hits... Be my guest lol. I swear when he unzipped and dropped his jeans time stopped ( or maybe it was the molly again lol ) his cock was so pretty and well kept. Manscaping is so important fellas! I begin working on his monster dick which smelled like he just left the gym... pretty hot. He grabs my jaw and tells me to hold out my tongue as he slaps his dick on it. He then blew my mind when he spit into my mouth! I was surprised but turned the fuck on lol. I took 2 deep hits of poppers and offered them to him which he partook in thankfully. Turns me on when a top can handle poppers! He tells me to lay on my back and puts my legs on his shoulders. He spits in his hang and lubes up his dick... he sank into me balls deep and just stopped moving. I went to adjust myself and he begged me not to move or he would cum... I couldn't help it and tried not to move but I guess my hole twitched and he yelled FUCCCCK and I felt the veins on his cock expand. He grabbed the back of my neck and roughly I might add. He tells me that's a week's worth of cum in there and apologized for cumming so quick. I was not complaining. 4 loads in the span of 4.5 hours.. shit I was in PIG heaven. He got dressed and left. As soon as I laid down I felt my asshole soaking wet. I used the cum from my ass to jerk my ROCK hard dick. After a long hit of poppers I felt myself getting extremely close. And just like that I shot all the way up to my neck. Couldn't have had a better night ! Fucking on molly is THE BEST!

I think most white bottoms have a certain fascination with black cocks... Some perhaps more than others, and I gladly admit that I find it quite thrilling when a black cock enters my white ass... I wish I could see it myself, but just thinking about the colour contrast between my ass and the cock is quite a turn-on. And... Well, the stereotype about black cocks is perhaps not always correct, but hey... In my fantasy-world ALL black cocks are massive 9-10-inchers! (Yes, I'm a size queen - and not ashamed to LOVE large cocks!) One of the largest cocks I've ever come across belonged to a black man I came across on a trip to London. He was a bit reluctant at first, asking over and over if I was SURE I could take a big cock - apparently he had quite often been frustrated with bottoms showing up and then chickening out when he was only halfway in so he had to just do a shallow fuck, rather than getting some nice, balls-deep action. I basically had to spam him with pics of my smooth, white ass to finally get him to agree that I could come over. In the end, though, he didn't regret it! It was quite limited how much of his cock I could fit in my mouth - it was simply too thick for me to take it deep throat - but he seemed mainly interested in the fucking anyway, and while I was busy sucking and lapping at his cock he focused on lubing up my hole and stretching me open with his fingers until I was literally begging for him to fuck me... Oh, wow... I swear, it was almost an audible POP! when his cock head entered me! If you really, really, REALLY like big cocks, you know there is a thrill to lying there, ass in the air, thinking "what have I gotten myself into?" and wondering if you can actually deliver what you promised... I sort of knew I probably could, but there was just enough of a doubt to make it exciting and challenging to not only let him go on, but to actually beg him to do so! Because of course I wanted him balls-deep inside me; not just for my pleasure, but to satisfy him and deliver what I promised - and also for the sense of pride there is in being a good bottom that can take a deep, hard fuck! Needless to say I took it all. At first he held back a bit and probably only gave me two thirds of his cock - which was still a VERY satisfying fuck! - but I knew I had to beg him to give it all to me. Take me as he wanted to take a little white ass. Fuck, it hurt when he made that last push and I felt his balls against my ass, but I was so proud of myself! Perhaps I was too tight, perhaps he just hadn't fucked deep for a while; I don't know, but he came far too soon... It was a bit of a shame - for me - but didn't seem to bother him. He had gotten to pump his load deep inside a little white ass, and that seemed to be enough for him! Certainly enough for him to invite me over again once more during that trip, and the second time he went balls-deep from the beginning and the fuck lasted considerably longer... (Not me in that picture, sadly...) Unfortunately black cocks are rare where I live, but the next time I go abroad I should make a bit of an effort to see if I can't get a treat like that... Fortunately there are hung black guys out there that don't mind giving a bit of cock to blond, white guys with tight asses!

Another Real Experience: - Excelling at CusTomer Service; Part 3 – Rental Surprise I had actually posted this true story elsewhere but those sites are "no more", now's the perfect time to include it with my real experiences that came about because of my work in real estate – to be fair, this doesn’t happen OFTEN, but being a realtor has afforded me a number of unexpected chances to play - even more frequently than my OTHER career, performing. Therefore, here's a few more of the hotter sessions that started out as "just work". So a couple of summers back, a friend and colleague was going on vacation for a couple of weeks and asked me a favor - she knew that I generally don't do rentals, only sales, but these were customers of hers who had bought a new bigger house and wanted to rent out their current one for a year or two until the market improved. I generally DON'T do rentals, but she's a good friend, and it was a $3000 rental, so a good commission. I go to the house to take pictures and to meet with the owners after my friend let them know I would be handling it, and was in for a bit of a surprise. I got to the place - it was awesome for a small house: pool, hot tub, koi pond, bbq pit in the back yard and great interiors with huge tubs and showers on each floor. The wife met me first, cool lady kinda hot in a "tough chick" sort of way... and then the husband came downstairs. Fortunately, his wife was looking at me and not him when his jaw hit the floor and he recognized me. I had to suppress a chuckle as I said "oh, hey Ted! Didn't know this was your house". Ted with a crooked smile said "yeah, it's my second wife's house, actually... and we just bought one together." "You two know each other? How cool!" Wifey number 2 puts in. "Yes," I said, "from the 'Y' - we work out at the same time frequently enough..." If she only knew HOW we'd worked out, one particular time in general... Ted is a real hottie - used to be an NYC fireman, now works construction as a carpenter and is a volunteer fireman in our 'burb here just outside the big apple. Built like a baseball or soccer player, he's got a great mesomorph body, awesome pecs, nice dick and a beautiful hairy bubble butt. Coloring -wise he's "Black Irish": very pale but not unattractive skin, piercing blue eyes and dark brown thick head of hair and a '70s clone-style 'stache that on him is very hot. He's about 2 inches shorter than my 6' and at the time he was - like me - in his late '40s but in really good shape. I'd immediately noticed him at the gym, years ago when I first moved back home to the burbs after a couple of decades in NYC. A total hottie and just my type. But a wedding ring, and though he looked around a lot more than usual for a straight guy, he didn't respond to any of the usual clues. Interestingly, our YMCA's steam room actually DOES get active every once in a while, but you have to be really careful as it is co-ed, though few women use the steam room. Also, some guys are just not cool. Ted had occasionally been in the steam room when some groping or even a little oral got started, but at first he always left. After a while, he started to stay, though appeared to look away. Finally he got to the point of openly watching. It was after one of those sessions when the guy who was blowing me did so for only about 2 minutes before he shot himself and hastily exited that we finally spoke to each other. "You seemed to be enjoying the show" I said, pointing out his tented towel. He actually blushed and said "yeah, I can't believe how easy it can be for you guys". We talked a bit (seems he HAD gotten some blow jobs from guys before in the past on a couple of occasions) so I asked if he wanted to try some more again. He said yes, but not there and invited me back to his new apartment, which he had gotten upon divorcing his wife. It was a very short drive, we could have walked, and I followed him in after pulling my "play bag" out of the trunk of my car. He was amazed that I had videos, lube, toys and leather gear with me, and that my partner was cool with me playing on the side when he was working. Ted said he wanted to try out more than just getting a blow job but was scared, and he lamented that he didn't have any weed because he knew that would relax him. I told him I didn't either (I actually have problems with the stuff, I may be allergic) but that I did have a pipe with me and stuff that would make him feel really good, and really horny and lower some inhibitions, but wouldn't leave him out of it or unaware of what was happening. He was all for it, and I pulled out the glass cock and filled it up with the icy crystals and *puff* he was having his first dance with Miss T. We popped in one of my videos that had a woman or two in a couple of the scenes, and stripped down to our boxers. Jerking led quickly to mutual jerking and soon the boxers were gone and I was on the floor between his hairy muscle thighs sucking that very nice dick - he loved it. I pulled out the poppers and took a huff, and swallowed his dick to the balls - he says "can I try some of those? What do I do?" I pulled off briefly, told him how to huff and NOT get stuff up his nose, took a hit, handed him the bottle and went back to sword-swallowing. He took a hit and moaned, so I pushed his legs up and attacked his hairy hole (knowing we'd both showered at the gym) and he just squirmed and loved that. I pulled back, asking if he liked it and he said "oh fuck yeah". I fired up the torch and we had a few more major hits, and I said "any interest in reciprocating?" He said he'd give it a shot... he took a few more fortifying puffs off the pipe, took a long hit of poppers and basically went nuts on my hard dick, sucking, licking, licking my balls and even a gave me a rim job - which he actually stayed on better and longer than the blow job (and - not his fault - he did use his teeth a bit unknowingly.) All the while, whenever his mouth was free for a moment, he was all "fuck this is hot, fuck this is hot". Finally he moved us to the bedroom... bringing my play bag, vids, the glass cock the poppers and all. A few more clouds shared and we were in a 69... nice. His tongue seemed more used to hole than dick (probably used to eating pussy) so he was back to that shortly. I asked if he wanted to fuck that hole, and he was all for it. I said watch the vid, while I check on something and left him with the torch and pipe and took my "emergency" kit to the bathroom and found I was just fine for being fucked, quickly washed the kit and got back in there. He asked what I had been doing, and I briefly explained without any off-putting details that I was making sure I was clean for a fuck. We puffed more (thank god he wasn't getting Tina Dick), I pulled out two kinds of lube and he mounted me - me on all fours with him behind and both of us facing the video. He liked it, a lot, and gave me a huge load. We puffed more when he got done, and he was clearly still majorly turned on. He kept asking about getting fucked, and what it felt like, and did it make me feel less like a man (hardly) and so on, and finally asked if he could try it if I would promise to stop if he hated it. I agreed, and he asked about the whole bathroom thing. I explained, gave him the kit, told him what to do, and how to do it and for how long, and set him at it with the poppers while I kicked back with the pipe. A little bit later he was back, like me there was really nothing there to worry about, and he made sure to wash well so I could get my tongue back in before we started. With the torch firing, we did hits while I blew some of the smoke up his butt and mounted him the way he did me - doggie style facing the porn. He didn't seem like the face to face kissing type - at least not yet. I gave him the poppers and told him to take some gentle huffs while I was entering him, and he did. Slowly but surely, I got inside and started a slow pulse after he told me he was okay and his hole had accepted it. We built up speed and had a long serious fuck that he seemed to like very very well. I didn't shoot, as I'd played the night before (that's why the bag was in the car) and he told me it was awesome, but he wasn't sure he'd ever have the guts to do it again. Sure enough, after that, he didn't quite avoid me at the gym, but he certainly never came to the steam room again and when he did speak to me it was in a group. Then my schedule changed and I was not working out at that time of day anymore... so I hadn't seen him much the last two years. UNTIL my friend asked me for a favor and I found myself listing his (well, his new wife's) house for rent. He did manage to let me know that he'd really enjoyed what we did... and maybe, MAYBE he might want to repeat sometime. I thought I might get the chance to have time to add some persuasion to that - but the listing was so damn good the place rented THAT afternoon as soon as I put it in the system. Ah well, if my friend needs to travel around the time they close on their new house... who knows?

Last night I was doing the usual, hooking up with a piggy fisting bottom buddy of mine - a kindred spirit, 45yo like me, who loves nothing more than to get tweaked and do some really deep nasty ffing. I was in the sling, waiting for my buddy to get his meaty hand fully into me, so I could slam with him already in me. His phone rings and a top buddy he invited to play is at the door...as he pushes his hand into my eager hole, his roommate lets the guy in. I slam as he does and I am flying as he opens me up - so fucking hot! The top walks in as we're just getting started and feeds me his big black cock which I gladly take down my throat. Poppers and more lube and my fisting buddy gets three quarters of his forearm into me. We play for several hours like this, the top alternating fucking me bb, giving me a load, and the ff buddy opening up my hole more and more, getting all the way in to his elbow, holding it there and gently twisting for another two solid hours till his hand fell asleep. The top guy, only 20 took over with his 9" thick black cock and fucked me silly before he dumped a second load into me.

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

My buddy called me and asked me if he could stopby briefly and I said okay. As I was waiting, I started to get a bit nervous. Of course this was my fuck buddy. He's black and a bit older but mostly he's a bit ghetto. Not really the type of man that I would be casually hanging out and invite to my house. It was late afternoon and my roommates will be coming home from work soon. I didn't really feel like having him around my roommates which might make them curious how I know hiim. Well, I met him few months ago. When I first met him, I didn't really think I was going to have sex with him cuz he wasn't really my type. Then he asked me to smoke some t and suck his cock for a while. I love sucking cock and he had a nice black cock so I did as he asked. After about 3 puffs, I was high on t and his cock was hard. Then all of sudden, he started to get aggressive and held my head to control and fuck my throat while talking dirty to me. He said I was such a slutty cock sucker that I would suck any cocks even if I am not attracted to person. And he said I was such a whore that I would probably love getting fucked by anyone in the street. He asked me if I was enjoying his black cock and I replied with a pleasure moan without taking my mouth off of his cock. He laughed and said that I was probably hooked to black cocks. He then started talking about his friends and their fucking sex life how sometimes few of his friends get together and find a bottom to use for days. All this talk was getting really horny and hungry for his cock. He sensed my hunger so he pulled out his cock and turned me around. He told me to lay on my tummy and got on top of me. He put the tip of his cock at my gaping hole opening and started to push his way in. He didn't use any lube but I did a good job wetting his cock and since his cock wasn't that big, it slid into me without much problem. Once I felt his raw cock inside of me, I started to lose myself in our fucking. My eyes started to roll to the back of my head cuz it felt so good to have a cock fill me up. He fucked me slowly then hard for awhile. Then all of sudden, his door opened his friend showed up. My buddy whispered in my ears, asking me if I wanted to suck his friend's cock and if I do, I had to beg him. I begged his friend to come over and let me suck him. His friend smiled and walked over to us and fed me his black cock. Now I was in real heaven having two cocks in both holes. They were pushing me into each other as they started to pump harder into my holes. Then my bud statted to fill my hole with his tina piss. I was shocked to feel this hot liquid inside of me and try to break off from their cocks but both of them pushed me down so I couldn't move. Few minutes later as I started to feel his piss traveling deeper into my gut as he fucked it into me, I was getting really really high on t. By this time, my bud and his friend were fucking my holes really hard and slapping my face and ass around. I was starting to enjoy everything that was done to me. I started to feel so perfect to be under two black boys, taking their raw cock and piss inside of my body as they gave to me.. I was loving it and I started to thank them and beg them for more. For hours, my buddy and his friend used my holes. I was fillled with their multiple loads and piss. After the first time, I was hooked. We met few times and had few more 3somes with his friends but never in my house since I don't like to host in my place. The door bell rang and I opened the door. He walked in and I asked him why he stopped by? He said he just picked up some t in my neighborhood and wanted to have a puff before he headed back to his place since he was tired. He took out the pipe and told me to have few puffs with him. So I got down on my knees in front of him and took out his cock to be ready smoke and blow out the smoke on his cock as I usually do. He smiled at me and lit up the pipe for me. After 3 or 4 puffs, I was high and horny again. I followed him back to his apartment and we fucked for a long time. Around 3 A.M. he finally pulled out his cock from my hole so I was laying there. He told me to get dressed and we were going out. I asked him where but he didn't answer. I got dressed anyway and followed him out of his apt. The streets were full of blk young boys hanging out at this time. I couldn't stop fantasizing about their cocks as I walked in the night. We took a train and got down to Westside Hwy. There were many people cruising around. Mostly black men and latino boys. We walked around for few minutes and saw few people actually fucking in the bush and this was turning me on so much. He told me to wait on the bench and walked over to a muscular black man few feet away from us. After few seconds, this black man approached me while my buddy walked away from us. Once he reached me, he took out his cock and told me to open my mouth. I was still high on t and his thick black cock looked so amazing under the moonlight so I did he told me. I sucked on his cock hungrily and he got rock hard. He turned me around and told me to hold on the bench. He put a condom on and started entering my hole. Once he was inside, he was pounding me so hard that I felt like everyone can hear the slapping of his legs on my butt as he is pounding away. He told me my hole is meant for rough fucking and he just wants to cum quickly. I didn't say anything back but my moaning was more than enough. He fucked me hard and I saw my buddy and few others watching around for cops while watchign us fucking. Finally he went really wild and pumped my hole hard few times then pulled his cock out of me with a loud pop. He pulled his pants back on and walked away. I didn't know what was going on but I folllowed his lead and pulled my clothes back on. My buddy came over and told me how I enjoyed being whored out and I thanked him. On the way back to subway station, I realized his cum filled condom was still inside my ass and told my buddy. He said that the man must have been in a real rush or something that he just wanted to use my mouth to get hard and ass to fuck and cum... and leave... I grinned while I try to squeeze tight onto the condom so it won't pop out in the middle of subway.