Splendidpup

This is a different kind of sex room, but I once encountered a guy who had a bedroom full of custom built adult-sized baby furniture. Think changing table, crib and playpen, along with a mobile and baby-style wallpaper. It freaked me out a little, but I went along with it.

Back in my working days, a colleague ran what can only be described as a trap house out of his apartment in East Hollywood. One bedroom was his and the other en suite he rented out to people needing a place to hook up and/or get high or even just to get off the street for a while. To give you an idea of how classy this was, he parceled out the room in 20 minute increments and, on busy days, hung a curtain across the room to double his rental opportunities. My clientele were way too bougie for a place like that, but one regular found the idea very erotic and kept pushing for us to fuck there sometime. He kept upping my “bonus” until I finally gave in and booked us an hour on a weekday morning when I thought it would be pretty slow. But when I got there, the living room was full of guys in varying states of intoxication and undress and the reserved room had been partitioned. The group were a mix of street workers starting their day, party boys still going from the night before, and suits trying to get some. It had apparently been a very busy night as both rooms were littered with beer bottles, empty party baggies and overflowing ashtrays. The smell of pot, cigarettes and clouds barely covered that of all the guys crammed into the apartment. The scene was entirely too “real” for my client, and he quickly paid me and scut right out of there. I was going to do the same but my friend suggested we hang out in his room, away from the others, and enticed me in with a loaded pipe. I had just made a good amount of money for doing nothing, so I thought “why not?” We smoked and watched porn and made out; eventually one thing led to another, and I ended up getting fucked silly, just like I had planned for the day. After he had cum, we were still high and still horny, and the sounds of fucking from the next room lured us out. The guys had gotten too impatient to wait for the bedroom and were just going at it all around the place. It was like Sketchy Sex but not as classy. I spent several hours smoking up and taking dick, becoming one of the “house holes” as guys left and new ones filtered in. But no matter how high I got, I still couldn’t forget how filthy the carpets and sofa and bed were. Or, for that matter, how filthy many of the guys were. Good times.

A lot of responses to coomer reference dress code but he specifically refers to his skin color so I think his question was about racial discrimination. I’m not familiar with the scene in Berlin specifically, but I have witnessed it in other big cities. In White-centric places, Black and Latino patrons often get a pass as those racial identities get fetishized, but Asian(particularly East Asian) and Middle Eastern men can get turned away. Sometimes they get turned away for “not match[ing] the party crowd” as PozFunBER says, despite the only difference being race. But I have also heard doormen openly say “no Asians.” That’s unfair and also illegal in most jurisdictions, but you’re going to get nowhere trying to argue. But definitely report it to the local non-discrimination and/or human rights office and post it on social media to spread the word. As an Asian myself(Filipino), the only times I have experienced open discrimination of that sort in the West was at Black-centric places. The first was in NYC when I was 18. I had gotten in with four Black friends; after I was served I was told by the bartender that I could finish my drink but then I had to leave. I thought at first it was because I was underage but then he told me outright that the place was for Black men only. There was no point in causing a scene, I just downed my drink, got my cover charge back and went to a place without those sorts of hang ups. Discrimination in East Asia is a different kettle of fish, not least because it often isn’t illegal there. I’ve been turned away in the Philippines because I was with White friends, ostensibly because they don’t want sex tourists. I’ve also been booted from places in Japan and Singapore, because they assume darker skinned SE Asians are likely sex workers.

Travis called out “Hey man, why waste it? You’ve got a perfectly good urinal right there” pointing at Jamie fruitlessly fiddling with his soft cock on the bed. Curt smiled wickedly and led Jamie to the bathroom, followed by the others. Mick was none too smart and didn’t get what Travis meant at first. But as Curt maneuvered Jamie into position in the tub, weight on his shoulders, ass up and bent at the waist with legs akimbo over his head, the wiry man cracked an evil grin. Mick hated the homosexuals. He lacked the introspection to square his negative feelings toward gay boys with the fact that he regularly fucked them. In fact, since his third divorce, male-on-male sex was the only kind he was getting. And this kid was, to Mick, the worst kind of fag, the kind who sold it to strangers and probably had lost count of the number of dicks that had been up him. If his friends weren’t there, he’d probably follow his usual m.o. and beat the kid up before rough fucking him, then ditch him without paying and sticking the hooker with the room bill. But this was Todd’s scene and he was going to play it his friend’s way. The bathroom in the cheap motel was dingy and having the four college pals and their entertainment for the night crammed in there made it cramped and it quickly steamed up with the body heat of five men. Jamie looked scared, like this was a step too far, that maybe his ego couldn’t take this sort of dehumanizing treatment. “Who’s first?” said Curt, in charge as usual. As excited as they were, this was several steps beyond anything they had done. Sure, they fucked with gay guys, with women even, in ways that went beyond the vanilla, but were they really going to make this kid into a toilet? Travis spoke up from behind. “If you’re going to piss in him, rather than on him, do it quick before his hole starts closing up.” Mick, emboldened by his contempt for the kid, stepped up to take the lead. He aimed his cock at the boy’s hole and let loose a strong stream of acrid urine. He wanted to degrade Jamie, to humiliate him, to show him he was nothing but a hole for real men to cum in. And now, in addition to being a cum dumpster, he was a urinal. Mick had opened the floodgates, as it were, and the other began pissing, too. They pissed in Jamie’s hole, which rapidly filled up and sloshed out along with Todd’s load, and they pissed on his face and onto his jock, soaking it. The four friends reveled in the camaraderie of being the agents of the boy’s debasement and were quickly egging each other on, verbally abusing Jamie, and promising more humiliations to follow. Jamie was mortified as the stream struck his hole, at the oddly hollow sound as the piss filled him up. How gaped had Todd’s fucking made him? Then there were three more streams accompanied by the mens’ laughter at what they were doing to him. He flinched as Mick redirected his pee onto his face and as the urine pooled around him. Oddly, as piss soaked his jock, he began to get more and more turned on. His shriveled cock and balls felt enveloped with warmth and his hole felt really warm and full, like the greatest possible enema. The guys’ steady stream of dirty talk turned him on even more; the promises of spankings, fistings, double dickings and more were meant as threats but Jamie hoped it wasn’t all empty talk. Finished, Curt said to Jamie “Rinse yourself off you dirty bitch, you smell like a truck stop bathroom” as the guys filed out high-fiving each other. “Hold up” Travis called out from the outer room, “don’t be wasteful. You’ve all been smoking for a while and there’s going to be some T in your piss to keep that little slut flying. Plug him with this until he can absorb the tina”, handing Mick a fat butt plug that he had coated with a little more crystal. Mick had greatly enjoyed pissing in the kid but it had annoyed him that Jamie seemed to like it. The look of fear in the boy’s eyes had really satisfied him and he was upset that it was quickly replaced with a look of lust. So, to get back at Jamie for ruining the fun, he shoved the plug in the boy as hard and as fast as he could, and the look of pain on his face along with a sharp squeal gratified the man. For now, at least, but he had more planned. He was going to get the whore to regret taking this job.

Wow, that’s quite the goody bag. I’d love to get several of those cumsicles pushed up my ass.

In my escorting days I had this happen several times. Enough, in fact, that I began to suspect that some of the dl guys wanted to get caught. Two times stand out: First, I was getting fucked in the marital bed when we heard his wife calling out as she was coming up the stairs. She had forgotten something she needed for work and why was he home as well? He hustled me out buck naked onto the terrace off the bedroom, kicking my clothes and backpack under the bed just as she walked in. I watched through the sliders as she looked at him quizzically and asked why he was nude with a hard on. He said he was masturbating and she decided to strike while the iron was hot. I had to listen to them fuck while out naked in the cold (October in suburban NY). Luckily it was over fast and she got dressed and rushed out back to work. He tried to get out of paying me my full rate, reasoning that his wife got him off, not me. I countered that he was actually paying for my time, that I was a trouper for staying quiet out in the cold, and that I didn’t even get the pounding I had been looking forward to. Second time, a long standing client had asked me to arrange a group scene with some other working boys for him and his buddy, whom I didn’t know. Two middle aged daddies with two 20-something rent boys started the proceedings as we awaited the arrival of a third boy. The knock on the door came as I was leaning forward sucking dad #1 while reverse cowboying dad #2. My friend climbed off dad #2’s face to answer the door. Suddenly a commotion, as a woman pushed her way into the room screaming at the guy I was blowing, the one I didn’t know. Apparently she had gotten suspicious and had followed him to the hotel and somehow found out what room he was in, probably because it was under his name and she was the wife. My friend and I scooted into the bathroom to wait out the storm and to call the third and tell him not to come anymore.

Many times back when I used to escort. Everything from $250 one hour quickies off Craigslist to thousands of dollars to accompany a client on a ten day vacation to giving it up to a dealer for some product. There were vanilla guys, guys with a little more edge, guys who just wanted companionship, all the way to guys who couldn’t convince regular tricks to do the depraved things but that money could convince. But the weirdest was a regular I had who was into adult baby play. He had a room in his house done up as a nursery but with adult-sized furniture. Think full sized crib, changing table, playpen, the works. He’d give me $800 for four hours where he’d bathe me, powder me and put me in a diaper, and have me play in the pen dressed in a onesie. At some point, I’d have to piss myself so he’d get a chance to change me. Totally harmless and non sexual, but he’d be the first to admit it was seriously whacked out. I always wondered what he told the workmen who had built out the room.

Progressing towards a bigger ass and, of course, a much bigger plug!

These exact gym clothes? Including what’s underneath? A week-old jockstrap and a weighted butt plug.

Another update pic

Sloppy seventeenths is all yours!

Bbrt is pretty sparse

I’m in Binghamton, central NY

A gangbang for every five pounds gained certainly makes for a great incentive! You should be the first to load me up stud!

Scale says I’ve gained muscle mass, but I can’t really tell from pics.