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Thanks for all the encouragement,I’m going to add more to the story over the next week. Earlier today I was with two guys, Asian top with a great cock, and a twenty something black guy, really nice, with a lean body and a beautiful uncut cock. He wasn’t into getting fucked today which was fine with me.After some time chatting and getting cloudy , we traded blowjobs, then thh hvE black kid started to work my hole with a series of ever bigger dildos. Ie. Asian guy then had me sit on his cock and ride him. After a few hours I left still horny, not wanting to waste the whole day either. So I went to the gym. When I was getting undressed, I realized I still had on my black leather jock. Despite Viagra earlier, my cock was really shrunken and tiny. Just got the attention and a couple of the guys that I suspect or know are gay. I still was determined to get in a workout but I made it fast. I walked around naked in the locker room ostentatiously car pulling in the drive go to my locker again make sure people know it was there. I went into the sauna, and found one very hot guy. We did a little back-and-forth, he moved his hand to my hole. I quickly stood up in a darker corner, turning my ass to him. In no time he was pounding away, and soon gave me me nice load of cum

Part 2 - Clouds Paul handed me the pipe, found the torch, lit it, just the hissing sound itself turns me on. He put the flame to the bowl as I rolled it slightly, watching the white vapor develop and then began a slow inhale. I held it for a few seconds, enjoying the full, hot feeling in my lungs, before shotgunning it into his mouth. We traded the smoke back and forth a couple of times before letting it dissipate around us as we began to kiss, wrapping tongues and lips. Another hit for me, then he did one, we traded hits and saliva for a while, engaged in that passionate, intense making out of tina shotguns. My last hit, he didn’t want any, so I bent down and engulfed his hard cock in my mouth, letting the smoke swirl around it as I gently blew it out, then sucked him. Paul groaned. I could taste his precum, he was leaking quite a bit. I did one more pull, then administered another smoke and suck. “How about some g? I haven’t had any yet.” “Sure, that’d be great.” He got up and grabbed a bottle off an upper wall shelf and started to prepare the drug. As he did that, I leaned back onto the pillows and took in the room. It was older, a bit worn, but clean and he was keeping it neat. Clothes were folded or on hangers, towels stacked, luggage standing in a closet. Some bottles of soft drinks in one spot on a side table next to the mini fridge, everything was organized. A good sign, he was not a tweaking mess and we would not have the too frequent party situation when you can’t find a damn thing for all the clutter. As I watched him, I could feel my head and body buzzing from the t. My body was warm, slightly sweating. His stuff was good, that was sure. Paul handed me a glass full of Gatorade and drank his down, I did the same except just half. That’s how I like to take it, not all at once, to see how it affects me before I take the rest. Paul was at the tv and his laptop, browsing through some porn. “What do you like?” “Groups, interracial, gang bangs, whatever you want, I’m not that particular. Any pnp is hot, but I know there aren’t a lot where it’s explicit. I do like it when you can tell that the guys are high.” He settled on a longer one, a gang bang, then moved next to me on the bed. “I could taste your precum, wow you have a lot.” I reached over and rubbed the tip of his dick, massaging the liquid around his frenulum. “I don’t get much at all. Although I did find a way to make it happen, wanna see? It’s kinda strange.” “Sure, actually I like the way you're so open about what you want . Show me!” Reaching to the floor, I rummaged in my bag and took out a small, empty fleet enema bottle. As I reached for the pipe and torch, Paul said “Oh, I know this. Clouds up the ass.” “Nope, I’ve done that, this is something different.” I inhaled, held it in while I set down the pipe, squeezed the air out of the bottle, then exhaled into it. The plastic expanded, the white cloud trapped inside once I placed my finger over the tip. The rest of the hit I blew toward my cock. Carefully, I inserted the tip into my piss slit, then slowly squeezed, short bursts, the smoke entering my cock, hot, stimulating, some slight pain but very enjoyable. “Holy shit, I’ve never seen that before! What’s it feel like? Do you get high off it?” “I don’t think it gets me high, but it’s intense, a bit of pain but feels good at the same time.” I replied. "The perviness of it is a mind fuck, too. Plus it makes me precum.” Demonstrating, I removed the enema tip and rubbed my cock head, releasing a stream of precum. He reached over, rubbing it. “Man, that’s real crystal dick!” We both laughed as he continued to touch me. My penis was limp, tiny, and my balls matched them, a small sac pulled up against my body. “You ever do three ways or groups?” was his next question. “Oh yeah, those are great, I’ve been gang banged a few times, too. Those were a lot of fun. I love an audience.” “I do, too. I’d love to watch you get fucked.” “I might be able to get someone here if you’re up for it. Want me to try?” “Sure, can you show me who you have in mind?” I opened my phone and signed in to a couple of sites, hunting for a regular that I had been messaging the last couple of days. I knew he had just got in to town, but he hadn’t been sure of his schedule. Sure enough, I found him online and showed his profile to Paul. “Nice! Does he party?” “Yes, he’s a top, gets kinky, too, really likes to be a dom with me.” My bud, Joe, was early 60’s, good body and a cock that was close to 8 inches. “What do you think? Invite him?” “Yes, ask him.” I tapped out a message, explaining what was up and included the address. In less than a minute my phone pinged with his response, “So my little faggot needs more cock? I’ll be there in about 45 minutes, maybe an hour.” When I told that to Paul, he laughed again and started to rub my taint, then fingered my hole. “I want to fuck this pussy first, you’re using my supplies so I get to open you up.” Rising to his knees, he yanked my head to his now soft dick. Taking all of him, I sucked and tongued him to a quick erection. He pushed me onto my back again, lifted my hips up and positioned pillows, pulled off my jock, then arranged my legs apart and back. My ass was elevated, my boihole was exposed. He dropped down and started to rim me. “Oh, man, that’s fucking awesome,” I started to moan, even writhe a bit, as his tongue first explored the area around my hole, then, after what seemed many minutes of pleasure, he started to tongue fuck me. Stroking my tina dick, which was hyper sensitive with all the clouds I’d inhaled and inserted into it directly, I continued to moan, telling him how fantastic his oral skills felt. Stopping, he rose up and positioned his cock at the entrance to my hole, then plunged in, going all the way in one single stroke. “Man, fuck, your cock feels so good inside me!” I was starting to babble a little, drugs and physical sensations crashing over me. “Your hole is so fucking warm, I can’t believe how open it is.” Paul started to fuck me, slowly, then quick and hard, varying the tempo while staring my face, gauging my reaction. After a good 15 minutes of pounding, he paused, still hard inside me, then held the glass containing the rest of the g to my lips. “Drink it” he ordered. Putting the glass down, he picked up the pipe and got the torch going. As soon as vapor formed, he put it to my mouth, still keeping the flame going. “Take it.” I complied, filling my lungs. He handed me the enema bottle, and I understood what he wanted next. Cloud into bottle, then into my cock. As I did that, he kept still, watching, his hard dick pulsing within. Once I had finished, he resumed fucking, staring hard into my eyes. I whimpered a bit, it was all a little overwhelming, the amount of pleasure a sensory overload. “You like how a real man’s cock feels, pussyboi? You like it in your boicunt?” “Yes, oh fuck, man, don’t stop.” “You really are a little meth whore, aren’t you.” “Yes, fuck, I know.” Bending down, he spit on my face. I let out a sound, a whimper, yelp and moan all in one, at the abuse, and the recognition. Paul thrusted harder and faster. “Say it. Say what you are.” “Faggot. I’m a fag and a pussyboi.” “What else?” “A meth whore.” Once again, spit hit my face, then a light slap. The fucking continued, hard, my hole totally open and wet. Totally needing his dick inside me. Again, he bent toward me, but this time he kissed me, and we started to make out. This was turning into one hell of a drug-fueled hate fuck and I was falling into a state of total submission.

I was in a very crowded backroom at a bar. A deaf guy pulled my pants down, shoved in hard so that I jumped away, it really hurt! He grabbed my hips, went at my ass again, this time he entered and thrusted for maybe thirty seconds before he unloaded. I knew he was deaf because I had seen his interactions with other people. It was a lot of cum, and kept me lubed for a couple more penetrations. Another time, a fuck with a different deaf guy was equally rough, although not as quick.

This story is based on an experience I had last fall. Dialogue and details are recreated and reimagined, some elements are from other encounters, and names are changed. But the sex acts are all real! ******* Part 1 - Room 201 Behind the door, movement. It had taken me some time to find the room, owing to the motel’s odd numbering system of its two long buildings, facing each other across a parking lot, with open walkways. Room 201, second floor at the very end, just past a mechanical closet that jutted out. It was early September, cool with a bit of a breeze, around 9PM. Standing there, I was feeling that mix of anticipation, slight anxiety and horniness that precedes an online hookup. The door opened and the trick smiled and let me in. He was pretty much as advertised, maybe a bit heavier than his pics but in good shape, in his late 50’s. Lube and poppers were on a shelf over the headboard. A good sign, this man was prepared. We greeted each other, exchanged names - his was Paul - and I immediately started to strip. Getting naked gets things going faster, arouses the other guy and lets me show off my body. I’m late 40’s, in very good shape due to a strong gym regimen and attention to diet. 5’7, 145 lbs, mostly smooth. And oh yeah, my ass. It gets lots of attention from the boys. I’m not shy. At all. I wasn’t wearing much, just jeans with a jock, sneakers and a hoodie, no shirt. Clothes dropped to the floor, I started to kiss and touch. He was a good kisser, lots of tongue. We were starting to really click, serious making out is always a good sign that the sex will be hot. My mouth moved along his jaw and neck before I dropped to his crotch and pulled his cock out of his pants. Already it was half hard, I opened my mouth and began sucking. Soon it was thick and rigid, a good 7 inches with a big head. Fondling his large balls, I sank down on his rod, then moved up and down, slathering my saliva along its length, tip to root, repeatedly. By now his wife-beater was off, jeans and briefs way down, one hand on my head, the other caressing my ass. He murmured a string of foul words, encouraging me, appreciating my oral attention. “Alex, let’s get on the bed.” Standing up, I initiated more kissing, then pulled off his sneakers and pants before we both sank onto the mattress. More oral, rubbing and touching, now his fingers were starting to play with my hole, making it tingle. I moaned, deeply, then kissed him, pushing my tongue against his. My hole really connects to my most primal self, it alters me in ways I don’t quite understand. But fuck understanding. Paul pulled away - “Man, your body is great - so damn sexy!” “You too,” I replied. Online messages had been brief, but I had made sure he was a top and went raw. “What are you into?” he asked. “All kinds of shit. Love to get fucked, 69, ass play, rimming. I’m pretty sub, verbal abuse, toys, you name it. Piss is cool, too, if you’re into it. But it’s up to you, you’re in control.” “Yeah? So you're into kink, huh? What kind of piss play?” At this point we were lying next to each other, touching and talking, me working Paul's dick as he ran his hands over my body and butt, occasionally pulling my cock, which he had exposed, moving it outside the jock strap's pouch. “On me or in me, mostly. A couple of times I’ve taken piss in my mouth, but usually up the ass or guys piss on me.” Paul looked at me directly. “I’ve heard you can absorb whatever’s in the piss - like if someone’s high, it can affect you.” “Yup! That’s happened to me, I’m OK with it.” Smiling, Paul asked “Really? You’ve had that happen?” “Yes, a few times.” Now, we had not discussed chems at all, and there was nothing in his profile to suggest it, other than the usual “ask me” regarding drugs. “Do you party?” He stopped his caresses, waiting for my answer. “Yeah, I do.” “Before you got here?” Smirking, he held my limp penis between two fingers, and shook it back and forth. Like it was not much, just a toy. I laughed, sort of embarrassed that he had figured me out so easily, and also by my cock’s condition. “FUCK YOU! I I know, when I get tina dick it’s really small. " TRUTH: I was with a fuckbud, he got me high but he could only play for an hour. So when I left I was still horny as fuck Truth be told, I had not partied in a while, and really wanted a serious session. This particular bud was always a hoT time, kinky with a big uncut cock and loved to smoke me up. We’d blown clouds and done a shot of g before he sent me home. Fortunately, Paul had hit me up online so it had been only an hour before I was in his room. “Wanna do some more?” And with that, Paul reached over, opened a drawer and pulled out a pipe. “Oh, man, absolutely.”

Having a top shave my boipussy, then giving me a booty bump, was an all time high for me. And I mean high in both senses of the word, because I got a major rush from the bump. Mentally it was so intense and hot, complete submission and emasculation.

It’s been a few years for me as well, (three?) but I agree, Cummunion at G.I. Joe would be your best bet. The Montréal boys are a lot of fun. The train there from NYC is a long trip though, flying or driving would be faster.

My profiles list my preference for raw cock. I won’t hook up otherwise. If it’s a situation where somehow it wasn’t discussed, I let them know I want to be fucked bare. Sometimes just tell them not to bother with the condom, other times a bit of seduction and neediness, “I really wanna feel that raw dick in my ass,” or “Please, I need your cum.” Add in physical contact, like kissing, sucking and rubbing, and the top can’t resist. Once we’re naked I always get them to fuck skin to skin. A few times I just sat on their dick, end of discussion.

It’s next Saturday, anyone know about other club nights or sex parties that weekend? What do people think about the Black Party venue, New York Expo Center in the Bronx?

Do you take the pills every day or just when you’re going to get fucked?

I’m going to be in DC in a few weeks and curious as well. What’s the Friday and Saturday night vibe?

Where are these parties posted?

My recuperation time is related, for the most part, to how my entire body feels, not just my hole. My ass opens up pretty easily, although I really enjoy ass play and a top who takes his time, and rims, fingers and massages my butt and hole before he penetrates. Some tops like to move you around a lot, into different positions, some are easier to maintain than others. I've had guys who would rest their entire weight on me. Generally I am good for two hours of solid fucking. Obviously there are some short breaks when adjusting pillows, switching from one position to another, maybe some sucking and ATM, but most of that time is his cock in my hole. If it lasts that long there is likely a lot of kissing, touching, and at least some verbal. Usually just spit is fine for me, but often the top is the one who wants lube. And of course, if it's a group and one guy cums, I'm happy to have nature's lubricant. I do like poppers, but have plenty of fucks without them. There's always that time between a bottle going dead and getting more. During the summer I go to a cruising area and usually get fucked without them. Most guys don't have them, and even if I bring mine once my pants are around my ankles, who wants to try and dig them out? Dick size doesn't really affect how long I can take it, except that a top with a bigger, thicker cock needs to take his time when he's starting on me. A good night's sleep and I'm ready to do it again.

Last few times I’ve had piss in my boipussy it’s been mine. I urinate into an enema bottle, then squirt it into my hole and keep it there for as long as I can, five to ten minutes. The entire process turns me on, I love watching myself in the mirror, filling, then emptying the bottle. Only downside is I have gotten cramps, although not too bad and they don’t last long. Get a nice, light rush too since it’s chem piss. Still prefer taking directly in my ass from a top, though. Next time I’m at a sex party I’m going to leave a Gatorade bottle in the bathroom for the boys to fill with their hot yellow liquid.

It wasn’t a hookup site, but I miss tigermilner.com. His vids, stories and comments there and on this site. All his stuff seems to have disappeared,although his posts on breeding.zone remain. But his site and xtube vids are gone. He was fun to interact with.

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=1561867303 The bottom in this vid is so hot. Love the setting too.

My favorite public place to get fucked is on the dance floor. I've done it a bunch of times, the first was at the Black Party in NYC. It had been a fantasy of mine for a while. I was dancing with a friend, then he started grinding into my ass. We were both grabbing each others cocks, and he worked his way down my pants and fingered my hole. Pushing my pants down even further, I encouraged him by maneuvering his dick into my crack and pushing back. Soon the tip entered my hole, he stood still for a second, and I bent over a bit more and pushed back harder. He let out a groan, and gasped, as he slid all the way in, one motion. He seemed a bit surprised, but we started a dance fuck in time to the music. At first people didn't notice, but some surely did. Another friend chatted and danced with us for a while, still not sure if he knew or not. We went outside so he could smoke a cig, then went in and immediately went back to our raw dance moves. He penetrated me, thrusting gently, at times hard, for at least an hour. The beach is the other highly public place I've been fucked. In the dunes, on the beach itself, sometimes a bit concealed, other times utterly exposed.

Previously I posted about realizing and accepting my status as a slut/cumdump/bottom. The same mix of feelings can still hit me during and after a fuck, but nowadays I have a sense of pride as well. Taking lots of cock and loads has become part of my identity, and to a great deal define how I see myself.

Condoms are a deal-breaker. My online profiles state I want raw cock. In an anonymous situation it might happen, but not by choice. When it comes to condoms, I’m a bossy bottom. No means no.

Fantastic vids, especially the one with the cumdump. Loved how you made do ATM.

It had a cloth lining, which helped too.

I decided on a leather jock one size up, a medium instead of a small, on the advice of the salesman. He pointed out that I wouldn’t want something that dug in since I would be dancing and moving around for a long time. He was right, it was very comfortable for the entire 7+ hours I wore it. Made the dance floor and back room fucks that much easier.

It would be jock only for me at this party. What material are yours? I want to do it for the reason you cited, plus my exhibitionism, and to push past another boundary.

So I’m going to dance party this weekend and am considering wearing a jock. I’ve been to underwear parties before, but always worn briefs of some kind. Rarely wear a jock, even in bed. Would it be comfortable for a long night of dancing? Thoughts on a leather one? Any other thoughts or advice?

I found this on their website: https://groups.expedia.com/151910463/EventPage4303855 Not sure which one would be more popular as it’s a new venue.

If you are around then, the Black Party would be a hot time. April 21 Saturday.