hungrypighole

I felt his cock pulse four or five times, signaling that he was dumping a load of hot cum in my ass. I couldn't really "feel" the cum shots, but there was an unmistakable warmth that spread in my butt as the jizz pooled inside me. He slowly pulled his softening cock out, grabbed a nearby towel and wiped his cumslick meat before standing up and wrapping his own clean towel around his waist and walking out the door. I would have preferred cleaning his cock with my mouth, but that evidently was not his deal. In fact, I don't think he ever uttered a word. Just walked into my room, pushed my legs back, and fucked until he came. No complaints here. He had a thick cock and left me with another load. That's why I cum to the baths. I reached over to the plywood table and grabbed a pack of Camels and a lighter. Lit the cigarette and then fished my phone out of my duffel and texted "Hungry?" to my bathhouse buddy Roger. In less than a minute, my phone pinged with a response - "On my way!" Roger's a cumwhore, too - but he likes eating his from freshly fucked ass. The door creaked open, and Roger's face peered in. I motioned him in. Roger's around 60, in good shape, a little on the thin side, shaved head, always tan - and always hungry. He immediately climbed between my legs, pushed them back and started licking my oozing hole. "White guy - around 40 - fat dick," I spoke, filling in the few details about whose cum he was tasting. "Mmmmmmphh!" ."Roger grunted in approval. "Pump and dump - about four minutes." "Mmmmm - fuck!" "Marine Corps tat." "Mmmmmm-hmmmmph!" "Uncut." "Fuck yes! Mmmmmph!" "Never said a word." "Oh fuck!" Roger said. "I think I saw him headed down the stairs to the showers. - - - Damn, that tasted good! Nuthin' like jarhead cum!" Roger let my legs down on the bed, and took a seat off to the side of the double bed. "Smoke?" I offered him a cigarette. He took one and I lit it for him, and a fresh one for me. I stood up and stretched, and also shut the door on the small cubicle. Turned the light up - just a little. "So, what's the crowd like?" I asked. "Not bad - for 5 am on a Sunday," he answered. " "Coupla guys workin' the gloryholes in the maze, and a tweaked out guy sounding his cock in the far corner room up here. There were a couple of hot leather guys earlier, but I don't know whether they hooked up - or just got tired and left." "Were they together?" I asked, playing with my limp dick in my slimy jock. "Hard to tell." Roger said. "They definitely knew each other, but looked like they were cruising separate. One in leather chaps and harness - the other in a leather jock and harness. Hot guys." "Guess I need to get out and let 'em see this hungry hole," I grinned, sliding two fingers in my slick pucker. "Wanna smoke before we go?" I asked, holding the glass pipe up in front of Roger's face. "Mmmmm - twist my arm, fucker!" he grinned back. I fired up the torch under the glass bowl, waving it slowly back and forth to heat the crystal. Love watching it vaporize and that thick, white cloud start to work its way up the pipe. I took a deep hit, and then handed the pipe and torch to Roger. He repeated the process, and we both sat back to enjoy the cloud. "I'll head out first, so they wont think we're together," Roger said, adjusting his junk in his standard issue white jock. "As if there's anybody out there...." he smirked. As soon as he was out the door, I located by pill bottle and shook a tab of X out and downed it with some Gatorade. I checked the J-Lube bottle - it was about half full - I'd need to mix some more up if things went well! (I bring the powdered version, a large plastic container and a plastic whisk. Then I fill the container with water and heat it in the downstairs "cantina" before adding the powder. Nothin' like fresh, warm, J-lube being pumped in your greedy hole!) Then, slid on my black leather jock (with the codpiece pouch) and my leather harness, grabbed my key and headed out in search of more cock. Roger was right. The place was pretty dead. I heard loud snores coming from a few of the rooms. Several doors were open - but the rooms were vacant - waiting for the cleaning crew to get them ready for the next horny guy. The maze was closed (had one of those yellow "Wet Floor" signs blocking the entrance, and I could hear the slosh of water, as some hapless staffperson mopped the cummy floor. It would be out of commission for at least an hour, until the floor had dried and the fumes from the strong cleaning solution had dissipated. Slowly made my way down one of the side hallways, walking slow enough to check for any action, without looking too interested... On the right, a door open - tall, black guy standing against the wall - white muscleboy on his knees, slobbering on a thick piece of dickmeat. I stared for awhile, rubbing my crotch, and pinching my nips (the X was starting to kick in!). They didn't invite me in, but didn't seem to mind me watching their hot scene. I continued down the hallway and turned the corner. First room on the left there was a guy - doggy position - ass in the air - in black jock. As asses go, it was gorgeous - muscled, slightly hairy, shaved hole. a slight film of lube around the ring. (If I weren't so partied up, I would've fucked it.) I stepped into the room and ran my finger around the hole - - - he moaned. Let my middle finger penetrate his pucker - - - he gasped briefly - then relaxed and opened his assmuscle. I played with his hole for awhile, massaging his insides (just the way I like it!), while rubbing my x'ed out tits, and watching the porn on the small, cheap tv monitor. "Nice hole, pig," I whispered. He whimpered, as I added a second finger, then a third. "Mmmmm! Hungry pig!" I added. In the mirror, I could see we had attracted some interest from the hallway. Having no hard dick to fuck this hot butt, I bent over next to his ear and whispered, "If you wanna play with another tweaked, hardcore pig, i'm in room 312. Have fun!" I walked out the door and let the others work their way in. Amazingly, playing with that pig's hole had stirred a few twitches in my pitiful Tina cock. I checked the rest of the halls on that floor, and then went back to my room on the third floor. When I got back, I shut the door, found my pill bottle and located a 1/2 of one of those "little blue pills." Washed it down with some Gatorade, and resisted the temptation to smoke some more T.

Love parTy fucks on Halloween!

One night at the baths, a buddy had suggested to a friend that he come to my room to get fucked and fisted (I was more of a top then...). The guy was hot (and high), wearing a black jock. When I started playing around his ass, I found that he had an XXX-large buttplug lodged in his hole. When he saw my cock's reaction, he relaxed a little, instead of being ashamed of being such a hot pig! I worked the plug out, and played with the gaping hole for quite awhile. "Fuck me," he begged, stroking my rock hard cock. With him on his hands and knees, I got behind him and slid in easily. His ass was on fire and felt like a warm, wet glove. The more he moaned and begged, the rougher I got, until I was pile-driving his pighole. It was then that I noticed the slurping sound coming from his loose hole. We looked at each other in the mirror. He had this sheepish look and said, "Sorry..." I responded with "Nuthin' to be sorry about. I think it's fuckin' hot! Means you like gettin' fucked by this big pierced dick." With that, I went back to pounding his nasty, sloppy fuckhole. Love that fuckin' piggy sound - - - top or bottom!

Great sTory! Right there with you!

GreaT sTory! GreaT wriTing! can't wait for the next installment!!!!

I've been away for awhile. Any progress on the 1-on-1 chat?

Hot as fuck! Can't wait to hear how things turned out.

I used to be able to copy a link in my browser for a video clip I was watching on BZ's BBPorn site, and then paste it into my chat box. That doesn't seem to work anymore. Any hints? This was particularly useful in 1-on-1 chat. And thanks for all of the improvements. It's looking really good!

The old chatroom had a list on the homepage of "Whos Chatting." Any chance of that being added?

Emojis are fine - and I probably wouldn't have mentioned it, except that old chat had them (maybe they were emojis, too). Great for a little shorthand response. Thank you, thank you, thank you for all that you're doing! This is a great site!

I like the idea of topical chats - sometimes I've been afraid to say some things in open chat, for fear of offending someone - - - or being shamed for some of my interests Also, hope you can still add the 1-on-1 feature - had some really nasty chats there Oh - and emoticons - are they available, too?

The only thing I would consider "clunky" is that the typing window is a bit large, and when you finish, you have to scroll down to hit the "Submit" tab. Ideally, it would be nice to just hit the "Return" key to submit your message. (Think typing with one hand - and doing something else... with the other - )

a perFFecT nighT at the club!

Awesome starT!!! Great writing!

New site is great. Chatroom is great! Haven't been able to access my saved content (or my account) on the Raunchy Fuckers BB Tube Site. Is it just me?

Love pnp with military guys! HoT fuckers!

Way to break your ass in at the baThs!!!! Oink!

HoT, hoT, hoT!!! Nice imprompTu parTy!!!

Actually, I was kind of happy for the break. One- I could tell I was getting dehydrated, and needed to go fill my water bottles. Two- I hadn't seen my BF Pete for several hours. Now, we're certainly okay about playing with others, but we do like to check in from time to time to make sure we're both alright and both having a good time. And three- when I parTy, I find that I get easily bored with the same 'scene,' and need new 'stimuli' to keep my interest in line with my high..... (shallow, but true). I took four water bottles to the fountain by the stairs and started filling them up, taking time to drink from the fountain between filling. I must have been a sight, 'cause I hadn't bothered to put on any shorts or a towel, and I was covered in dried j-lube and smears of crisco. A few knowing looks by passersby made me laugh at the situation. I took the bottles back to the room, grabbed my towel and headed down to the first floor to the large community shower to clean up. The place was pretty dead, save for the lonely souls pacing the hallways looking for one more hookup. The sound of the shower drew a few curiosity seekers as I soaped my body over and over, trying to remove the layers of grease, lube and bodily fluids. As much as I like sleaze, cleaning up occasionally becomes a necessity. Plus, the open exhibitionism in a public shower revs up all those old high school and college gym fantasies! And...gettin' clean just means that I get to start gettin' dirty all over again!!! After drying off, I stopped by the front desk to trade my towel in for a fresh one. Randy (a playbuddy) was working. Sometimes we trade stories or information about patrons, but he had a line of guys waiting to check in, so he was trying to be very professional. "You wanna go ahead and renew? Your time's just about up," he asked. "Shit! What time is it?" I said, wondering where the time had gone. "Nine-thirty Sunday morning, babe," Randy replied. I handed over my key to get my wallet out of the lockbox, and renewed one more time. "Thanks, man," I said, winking at Randy, and trying to remember where the last 36 hours had gone... On the way back to the room, I stopped on the second floor to check for any action. Coming down one of the hallways toward me, I saw a hot guy with his towel slung over his shoulder. He was stopping at open doors and checking out the inhabitants, and tugging on a very shrunken dick. As I got closer, I realized it was my BF Pete! "Hey, hot man!" I said, grabbing his muscular ass. He stared at me, clearly spun out of his mind, before finally recognizing me. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed, realizing how out of it he must have been to not recognize his lover. "I think you need some water, honey," I said, rubbing our stubbled cheeks together. "Uh-huh," he replied, clearly coming out of 'cruise mode,' and relaxing into my arms. I walked him to the nearest water fountain and made him drink. Then we continued up the stairs to the third floor, where I led him to the single shower stall and made him rinse off. The brief shower seemed to sort of revive him, and we headed back to the room for more water and a cigarette. After he'd finished one of the bottles of water, I handed him a bottle of Gatorade (really - just Gatorade!!!) to replenish his electrolytes. "Just sip it, babe," I cautioned. Within about 20 minutes, I could see he was starting to look and act more coherent - - - and glad that I had rescued him. Make no mistake...we were both still high...just a little more in control. "So, how many loads ya got?" I asked, easily sliding two fingers into his wrecked hole. "Mmmmmmmmm," he moaned, raising his hips to impale himself on my fingers. "I sorta lost track... got at least two from the black guy you left me with. He was fuckin' hot - and man could he fuck! Glad you fisted me before we hooked up - he was amazed at how easy I took him," Pete said, dreamily recounting the evening. "Then, when I couldn't find you, I went to the maze and laid in the sling for awhile and took - uhhhh - maybe three more loads. One guy asked if I wanted to come back and party with him and his boyfriend, so I ended up in the "Blacklight Room" for awhile. They had some reallllllly good shit - guess that's where I got so fucked up...." he said, caressing my wrist as I worked fingers three and four into his slimy hole. "Hey, how are we on time?" Pete asked. "Don't worry, babe. I already renewed us - - - again," I reassured him. "How much ice we got left?" he said, referring to Miss Tina. With my free hand, I reached deep into one of my leather boots and pulled out two fresh quarter bags. "Ya think this'll last us?" I smiled. "I dunno. The way I feel right now, I could spend another day here," he grinned. I hid the bags again, and pulled my fingers out of his ass. Grabbing a paper towel off the roll we'd brought with us. I wiped my hand dry of the lube and cum from Pete's hole. Then I rummaged through our duffle bag and pulled out some more leather. "Here - put these on," I said, tossing a pair of black leather chaps onto his chest. I found my own pair of Nasty Pig rubber chaps with the red stripe down the side, and sat down to put them on. Pete knew where I was going with this. If you wanna play rough, it helps to look the part! He found our leather harnesses, and we helped each other put them on. Next came the armbands. Pete picked a pair of black leather ones with a red stripe, and I found a pair of black leather ones with black pyramid studs. All through the ritual of dressing each other, we kissed and touched each other's hot bodies - reconnecting after a long night of being apart. "Pig!" "Whore!" "Slut!" "Fucker!" we called each other...the names that had originally drawn us to each other. "God, you're hot!" I said, before plunging my tongue down his throat. "Mmmmm - and I love you!" he growled in my ear. Pete dug into the duffle bag again, fishing around, and finally came up with a small plastic pill bottle. He opened the top and shook a variety of different colored pills into his palm. Poking them around with his index finger, he finally chose a pink one. Holding it up for me to see, he said, "A little X?" "Throw me into that briar patch, daddy!" I answered. He bit the pill in half, and placed one half on my tongue and the other on his. We took turns swigging more Gatorade to wash it down, and lit two more cigarettes to pass the time while the added drug started to take effect. "Hey, where's that new fisting DVD?" Pete asked. (We had brought a small portable DVD player and hooked it up to the small TV in the room, so we could add to the porn choices that were available. Sometimes, after being at the baths for as long as we had, you start seeing the same stuff over and over again - - - and our choice of the harder core videos can attract a "certain type" of audience to our room if they're bored with some of the more "vanilla" offerings...) I found it and popped it in the player. It was full of hot, hairy daddies in leather, fisting each other in a dungeon. Between the ample drugs, my hot boyfriend, and whoever was wandering the hallways - - - we were going to do our best to bring the DVD to life!!! The "X" started as a slow vibration across my chest - - - then spread down my torso - - - and eventually hit my asspucker. "You feelin' it, babe?" I asked. "Mmmmm-hmmmmm," Pete answered dreamily, letting his fingers lightly graze his sensitive nipples. I moved between his legs, letting my tongue trace a path from his stretched balls - up his hairy abs - to his eraser tits - and finally to his mouth. "Let's go get fucked," I whispered in his ear. "Just as soon as we do a bump," Pete whispered back. Not that we needed any more Tina - - - but when you get to a certain state - - - you think more just makes it .........more! I picked up the bag that we'd been using, and rolled a bottle of poppers over it to crush the few remaining shards into a fine powder. Pete laid back and spread his cheeks to expose his swollen hole. I licked my index finger and stuck it in the baggy, making sure I got a good dose to adhere. "Open up for Daddy!" I teased, while carefully guiding the crystal-covered finger toward Pete's hole. "Push it out, pig!" I commanded. The purple ring started to open, revealing the red inner folds of his rectum. "Fuck yeah! Show me that rose," I encouraged him. When he was good and open, I inserted my finger, watching it disappear in the warm tissue of his ass. "Fuccccckkkkkkk!" Pete moaned. I kept going until I was buried up to the last knuckle, and then slowly rotated my finger to make sure the drug was completely deposited in his fuckhole. When I finally pulled my finger out, I stuck it in my mouth and swabbed my lower gums to deposit any leftover Tina - - - and some strange cum that was deep in Pete's ass... "Okay - me next," I said, handing him the baggie and getting on my hands and knees. He returned the favor, giving me a liberal bump for the road. We snapped leather codpieces to the fronts of our chaps (so we would be free to move about the bathhouse without being called out bv the management for public nudity), and headed out the door to find some action. We heard some movement in the room next to ours (The Leather Dungeon - so called because it comes with a sling and a small jail cell - but the mattress sits directly on the floor and is not the easiest to fuck on). Most of the doors to the rooms were closed - and those that were open were either vacated and waiting to be cleaned, or had somebody laying on their stomach - ass up ready for cock. We walked by a pair of twinks who giggled nervously, staring at the two of us in head-to-toe leather on a Sunday morning. We went down the stairs to the second floor and found things much the same. (The second floor has all single rooms, some with TVs and some without - no 'specialty' rooms. But - - - this is where the maze/darkroom is! We slowly headed toward the entrance of the maze, taking our time so we might catch a glimpse of someone entering or leaving.