PopperMeUp79

Yes. I have been to the Rough Stock. It is a great event. The men I've shared weekends with were very real and down to earth. The playtime was hot. I have been a stallion, and enjoyed the best of both worlds! Met some sweet and playful men. No attitudes are tolerated, which helps things go smoothly. Plenty of bb play.

Went to my first Breeding Party last night. It was about a two hour drive for me, so left right after work. A friend hooked me up with the party host, who does these events a few times a year. He and I chatted online and finally on the phone before he invited me to join. Myself and two other guys, both around my age -- one cubbish, the other otterish. We showered and prepped in a nice bathroom in the basement. The host showed us the playroom, a decent space in a side room with 2 slings, some chains hanging down one wall, a fuck bench in a corner, and a bunch of toys and floggers. Quite the nice setup! We dressed and went upstairs again as the party was starting. When the party started, it was a casual cocktail hour and some light food. I drank, knowing what was coming, but didn't eat anything. There were 15 guys there, all seemed very cool and friendly. Ranged in age from early 30s through late 50s and maybe even a couple very fit guys in their 60s. After an hour or so, the host sneaked myself and the other 2 guys away and escorted us back to the basement and into the half-lit playroom. club music was thumping and the lighting was dim. We stripped, and were fitted with harnesses, a collar, and ball gag -- I was so fucking turned on at this point! The adorable otter was bent over the fuck bench, his wrists and ankles shackled in place. The cub and I were put in the slings, feet in loops and wrists placed in leather binders attached to the chains on either side of our heads. Then he slipped blinders on each of us. I got rock hard. Now the party I came for started. Other than the music, it was oddly quiet. The other partiers came into the room randomly, speaking very softly if at all. There was a buzz in the air, a tension. I felt hands exploring my body -- chest, ass, tugging on my cock, gripping my calves. I could hear the guys moving around, but couldn't see anything with the blinders on. Fingers started sliding along my hole, adding lube and slowly probing. I was relieved because, restrained and hanging with my ass out for everyone, I was nervous someone would wreck my hole with a hard thrust. Instead, my hole was being opened up slowly. I felt someone chill under my nose. "Inhale" someone said, pressing one of my nostrils closed. I smelled that sweet and stingy scent of poppers, and then that incredibly warm feeling washed over me. Then the fingers stiffened and probed deep, forcing my hole open. i groaned. I could hear the cub to my left moaning, and the rhythmic rattle of the sling's chains starting to sway. The fingers in my hole slipped out. I waited a moment, and then felt a hard pressure against my hole. Whoever it was, his cock was pushing into me. I wanted to let out a load "fuck yeah!" But the ball gag kept it to a deep moan. I realized it could only breath heavily through my nose, which limited the amount of air I could take in. It left me with this buzz due to the slight oxygen deprivation. At this point, all three of us were getting fucked. The tops were still quiet, so all you heard above the thrumming music were grunts, groans, skin slapping, and chains links clicking against one another. It was fucking amazing!!!!! I couldn't tell whose cock was in me, but I knew when the tops switched -- I could feel the difference in girth and length, as well as how they fucked. I couldn't do anything but take their cocks. I heard the otter moaning particularly loud for awhile, and could tell someone was going to town on his ass. I wasn't sure if it was the last guy who pounded my hole, or someone I had yet to feel. I think I got my answer about 10 minutes later; someone peppered me up again, and then a really large cock pushed inside. I groaned and wriggled in the sling. "You have nowhere to go, bitch," someone growled at me. He grabbed my harness and used it to drive the sling back and forth, impaling me on his cock. He fucked the hell oughta me. I grunted and groaned, and he kept thrusting. I was hoping he'd cum, just to end the assault on my hole. He finally stopped, sliding out and patting my ass as he stepped away. Did he cum? I was left hanging there for a few minutes, thankfully, because I needed to catch my breath. I heard the cub moaning really sharply, and I guessed my top was taking his third piece of ass. As they fucked next to me, another cock slid into my hole. This one was much easier to manage, and he pounded me pretty steady. After a few minutes, his thrusts got deeper and more deliberate. "FUuuuuuck!" I felt his body tense and pushed his cock all the way inside me, leaving it there while he hung over me a couple minutes. Then he was gone and I was listening to the otter and cub both get fucked. The energy in the room had changed and Icould hear the grunts that come with cumming. All three of us were being bred. I had another cock inside my ass, and this one didn't last long before seeding me. Gradually the room got quiet again, except for the music. I hung there another 10 minutes or so, my ass feeling wet. My jaw was sore from the ball gag. Occasionally someone would run his hands along my body, slap my ass, or finger my hole. I heard the otter's ass get slapped a couple times. Finally, our host said, "You boys wore them out!" Slowly we were unshackled and stood up, our balance off for a few moments while the blood rushed out of our heads. In the shower, the three of us chatted a bit about the various cooks. We all looked spent, but really fucking happy! Most of the tops had gone by the time we went back upstairs, still naked. We sat by the fireplace drinking wine, talking about the experience. The otter and I were cuddling. Eventually the cub took off, leaving us with the host and two of his friends -- a gray haired muscle bear and an older skinny guy with a shaved head. they had beautiful cocks, which were still hard. I figure they had Cialis or something. The otter and I had a nice little connection going, and exchanged a few warm kisses while cuddling. I went to the kitchen to refill my wine glass, and then hit the bathroom. When I came back, my otter was on all fours and our host was rubbing his hard on against his hole. The grading bear told me to get on all fours next to him. The poppers were already under his nose by the time I got into position, and our host was beginning to penetrate his ass. I inhaled deeply, once then again, and felt the bear pushing my hole open. Fuck it felt sooooo good! We fucked like that, moaning while being taken from behind. I know I asked him to breed me. He didn't answer, but his thrusts grew more deliberate and finally he started grunting and spamming behind me. Our host followed a minute or two later, spewing his seed inside my adorable otter. We crashed there for the night, the otter and I snuggling in the guest room. Today, I have his phone number and we've texted back and forth all day. My ass is sore, and I have no idea how many of the guys fucked me and who might have bred me, other than the greying bear at the end of the night. The whole experience was mind blowing!!!!!!

Find myself in Seattle for work. Looking for some good play spaces. Anon is always hot. Arcades, bathhouses, glory holds are good by me. How is the scene here?

I was on a business trip in Pennsylvania and was surprised to find there was a video arcade within 20 miles that had glory holes and heavily a M4M clientele. I like to tell myself I'm not a BB whore (although I am), so I slipped a couple of rubbers, a bottle of poppers, and lube into my pocket and made the trip to the arcade. Although I found the place without difficulty, there was no actual signage, so the building looked to be abandoned. I approached the door, range the bell, and was buzzed inside where I paid the $12 admission fee and passed through the turnstile. Inside I found a few hallways, all of which were very dark, each hallway being lined with individual video booths. There were also a couple video rooms with rows of seats, and a few rooms at the back with benches. I could smell the stale cum and antiseptic cleaner everywhere. This place was seriously seedy. There were about ten guys hanging around, a mix of body types, though all looking eager. I finally checked-out an booth which, I saw, contained two glory holes, one cut into each of two opposing walls. Taking a seat, I pulled-out my dick and began slowly stroking myself to the porn on the screen. Before long a player arrived at each of the two adjoining booths. Dropping to my knees, I rested my fingers on the rim of each glory hole and was quickly rewarded on one side with a nice thick cock to suck. Getting into it, and sensing the guy in front of me was enjoying himself, I pulled off my shirt and pushed my jeans down to my calves, pulling a bottle of poppers out of my pocket. I took a hit, inhaling the scent of sex and acetone, and felt the welcome warmth pass through my body. My ass also wanted some attention. As I worked the cock in my mouth, I became aware a hand was reaching through the other hole, so I slid back far enough the guy could play with the tight muscles of my ass. I was bent over so I could keep my eye on the cock I'd been working in my mouth. He withdrew from the glory hole to see what was happening, and heard me take a whiff of poppers. That cock was beautiful. The hand behind me started fingering my hole, poking a bit roughly with too little spit. In front of me, I saw the guy applying lube to his cock. Immediately I felt a rush thinking he would take me raw. I turned around and presented my ass to the glory hole, kicking off my flip-flops and one pant leg so I could position more easily. I inhaled poppers again, and almost immediately the head of that beautiful cock was rubbing against my arse, seeking the hole. I pressed back against the wall and moved my ass a bit. His cock slid in nice and smooth. "Fuuuuuuck yeaaaah," I moaned. He held inside me a moment, and then the fuck started. He was obviously playing for a long game, working me open with his cock, which got wider at the base, and setting a rhythm to his thrusts. I moaned and grunted, stroking my own hardon, vocalizing my satisfaction. I was standing naked in a dark video booth with my ass pressed against the wall and some anon cock boring into me. After a few minutes, the cock slid out of my ass. I waited anxiously, but heard the door to his room open. I stepped away from the glory hole, getting ready to present my ass the other direction. Then the door to my booth opened and in stepped a lean, handsome guy in his early 50's. I recognized the shirt tails I'd seen through the glory hole. He didn't say a word, but pulled his hard-on out and turned me around. I inhaled deeply from the bottle of poppers as he pressed my upper body into a corner by the video screen, my bare skin rubbing against that filthy wall, and my feet sticking to the floor. He slid his cock right back into my hole, and started fucking more vigorously than before. His hands held my shoulders for leverage as he propelled all seven inches inside my hole. I could distinctly feel his balls slapping against my cheeks, which left me even more excited. Pounding my hole for a good five minutes or more, we were both caught up in the pleasure. At once his rhythm changed, becoming more deliberate with each thrust. His grip on my shoulders tightened and he began grunting softly. The guy had decided to seed me, and I had no say in the matter. He stayed in my arse only a moment before withdrawing. He stuffed his spent hard-on into his pants, the lining bulging, gave a quick "Thanks" as he opened the door and slipped out into the dark hallway. I stood there panting in a poppers fog, my ass freshly bred, in a filthy little booth with my clothes strewn on the floor.

Headed to NOLA for work. Coincides with Mardi Gras (just by dumb luck). First trip to NOLA. Are there spots for some hot BB? Saw there isn't a bathhouse. Hoping for some backroom action at a bar or someplace similar. I hate dealing with the flakiness of online hookups. If I can wear a jockstrap around, that'd be even better.