PLEASE NOTE: i AM POSTING THE LATEST INSTALLMENTS IN THREE POSTS ALL AT ONCE, PLEASE READ THEM IN NUMBERED ORDER!
Installment number Eleven of what was probably the best real 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 by myself, with him joining me after his convention for the much more vanilla style sex he prefers. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me with lots of locals I enjoyed playing with again after a decade; but Friday morning, emergencies hit him and Lou the local candy-man, leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me – progressing to that night when a storm and blackout led to a bathhouse style house party at the guesthouse, with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran and his hubby Charlie; the Houseboys; the skinhead Manager Zar; Father Frank, an Episcopal Priest friend from Philly; some hot leather dudes; older daddies; a hot Saudi jock type, and of course Lou and Vice. Chapter 8 and 9 recount the str8 boi finally giving up his hole incredibly! In Chapter 10 the great sex and lousy weather continued into Saturday with Jimmy having a sneaky surprise to set up while Vice and I manned the gloryholes he has drilled in Jimmy’s shed! 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 what was now a foggy Saturday night while the no-longer-fullY-str8 guy and I headed down Commercial Street to my guesthouse to quickly dress for the theme party at the Crown & Achor. Apologies for stalling this segment, but on that Saturday night a few things happened that bug me a bit to this day, and as they are about true events I don’t change them or ignore them to cover what actually happened, and frankly for all the guys who ask “don’t you ever have something go wonky in your experiences? Not often, but yes, of course. This proves I have issues sometimes too and 19 years later, I’m still not sure if I should be ashamed of myself or proud of myself! There is some violence ahead on this evening, mostly in Part 12. Don’t worry, good chemsex too! Also please note that the college-age folks were all over 18, so if I call someone a “kid” that someone is still of more than legal age, it’s just an expression I use referring to people who are more than 2 decades younger than me!.
SATURDAY NIGHT – DANCE, DRAMA, DEALERS AND DOWN-LOW’S AT THE “DECADES PARTY”
At 11:00, Jimmy messaged us to “start heading down” and gave directions on how to properly lock his place up with the keys he gave me before he left. He knew I needed to stop at my guest house to change into fetish/club wear for the party and get Vice into his. I messaged back we’d be there at 11:30. Swinging out onto Commercial Street together, I looked at Vice and said “Looks like you’ll be getting some real pussy tonight, that must make you happy…” He shrugged and said, “Not really sure pussy will be as much fun, and besides, Jimmy’s niece looks kinda skanky, don’t she…?” “I thought she was kind of a manipulative little minx,” I replied. “Already got one of those, who needs more?” Vice quipped. I laughed and slapped him on the back as we headed through the fog to my guesthouse.
We passed The Landmark restaurant and Silberhorn’s and I noticed a light on in a certain studio above a shop and saying, “Necessary pit stop,” I pulled Vice up the exterior staircase. This was a leatherworker’s studio owned by Bibi, my oldest friend in town - the second person I met when I first arrived in Provincetown at age 19 (her wife Bessie was the first). A fellow performer and writer who was 17 years my senior, we did a number of shows together. Bibi and her partner Bessie always insisted that I park my car in their secondary spot at their year-round home just up the hill from my guesthouse. They’d both been out-of-town when I arrived Thursday morning, so I hadn’t had a chance to check in with them, seeing her light on in her studio meant I could be polite and touch base. This 60-year-old gal always dressed like she had hit Haight-Ashley in “the summer of love” and never left. Opening the door, she smiled broadly, and pulled us in, giving me a tight hug as she did.
After gushing for a minute or two, she looked over my shoulder and said, “Oh, hello Vicente! I didn’t know you knew each other!” I glanced back at Vice and raised an eyebrow. “What can I say? The outer cape is a wickie small place. Ms. Harris was my substitute English teacher all through High School… and she and Bessie are regular 420 clients of Lou.” Shaking my head at the almost incestuous-ness of it all, I confirmed with her that my hubby and I were still going to join Bessie and her on Wednesday for dinner, before asking if she had any accessories that Vice -or ‘Vicente’ – might borrow for the decades party. Seeing his new leather vest with the fringe, she nodded and headed back into the leather working section of studio, and puttered around a bit, calling out “size 10 or size 11, Vicente?” “Size 11,” he replied, to which she murmured “lucky John…”. She was back amazingly quickly with a cool pair of sandals that had a bit of an oil stain on one that made them unsellable, and a big peace symbol necklace, white gauze rope-wasted pants, and two strips of leather to tie around above his biceps. Seems she’d directed the musical “Hair” at PTC over the winter, and the costumes were still in her loft space.
We headed for the door with Vice thanking her profusely and promising their safe return, she called out, “okay, but keep the sandals, I’ll never be able to sell them… I’d say, ‘have fun’ but if you’re part of John’s annual bachelor weekend, you’re pretty sure to!” As we descended the exterior stairs, Vice got a wicked grin on his face and called back, “too late, I already am!”
We reached the guest house in just a few more minutes and were greeted by Zar and Miles who still had the window open to the office as we breezed by and headed up the stairs. “I need to give my hubby a quick call to say goodnight,” I said to Vice as I opened the door to my room and turned on the light. “Then I’ll go take a whiz and give you a minute” he responded as he slipped back out. I called the convention hotel and asked for my other half’s room number, leaving a message for him at the desk when I was told that the Evening Gala had not ended yet. Plugging my phone into the recharger, I set out a pipe and torch, then started pulling out clothes for the night’s “Hollywood thru the Decades” party. Just then, Vice slipped through the door.
“I just ran into a couple of the guys in the bathroom, they are going to walk over with us once we get dressed,” Vice said as he picked up the torch and pipe, lighting it and rolling the bowl until the clouds started forming. Taking a hit, he shotgunned it to me then asked, “now what movie am I supposed to be from?”
“Hair” I replied while stepping out of my clothes. “A 70’s movie about the 1960’s” I was facing away as I pulled a specific bag from the closet. “Okay. And what’s your movie?” “Raiders of the Lost Ark. 80’s movie about the 1930’s” “That’s hawt Daddy.”
That’s when I felt his semi-hard cock press up against my naked ass crack as my no longer 100% straight boy’s big pecs rubbed up against my back and his hands grabbed my hips. I twisted around so that we faced each other, and tweaking his nips reminded him: “unfortunately we don’t have a lot of time. You can certainly have some later, if you still want some after your ‘real girl pussy fest’ tonight.”
“Real pussy or not I know I’ll want some more of that later, and get pounded myself,” Vice said with an exaggerated fake pout. “Just a little taste?” Shaking my head and smiling, I torched the pipe and we each took big hits. “Just some quick oral, sixty-nine so we each get a taste,” I responded. We rolled onto the bed into a sixty-nine, both licking then sucking the other’s dick for a bit, then as if by telepathy, both of us pulled down so we could rim the other’s already well-used holes. We were just settling in for some serious ass worship when the unlocked door opened and two cowboys walked in.
“That’s wickie hawt,” drawled Kieran, the erstwhile frat boy from Boston, while his husband just purred “mmm…” while stroking an ass cheek on either of us. “Hate to interrupt but are you two gonna get dressed or should we strip?” asked Charlie.
Coming up for air, I said “I’m tempted to say strip, but we are expected at the party and the after-party, and there are a few folks depending on us… more’s the pity.” We untangled and got off the bed and moved to our respective costumes. Charlie picked up the pipe and torch and raised his eyebrows asking permission. I just smiled and nodded, and soon he and Kieran were blowing a few clouds. “Cowboys?” Vice asked. “Which movie?” He looked to me; I shook my head and shrugged.
“Brokeback Mountain,” said Keiran with a smirk. Looking at them, one blond, one brunette, and the western shirts they were wearing, I definitely could see Enis and Jack… “great choice, the boys will love it,” I remarked.
From one special bag I had specifically for this party, I put on a pair of brown doe-skin leather jodhpur style pants my hubby had given me. Butter smooth, they were lined so I decided go commando under them. Then I put on one of my harnesses over my bare chest, and clipped two fake bandoliers of plastic bullets over the crossing leather straps, a ripped sleeveless cotton shirt open to the waist but tucked in, my brown leather vest, socks and boots, and then my brown leather fedora, with a brown leather over the shoulder ‘artifact satchel’ (really an old music satchel of my hubby’s) to hold what stuff we were bringing with us, and finally, clipped my bullwhip to my belt. Looking up I saw that the guys all approved. Charlie pointed at the bullwhip and said, “I certainly hope you’ll give a demonstration later…”
Vice had started to dress, also planning to free-ball but when he drew on the white gauze drawstring pants, his chubbed cock was way too obvious, even for Provincetown. I pulled out a jock and tossed it to him. That solved the issue, and we followed by putting his harness over his bare chest, his fringed vest on, the peace symbol around his neck, the sandals on his sexy feet, and tying the two leather strips Bibi had given him around his biceps. His armbands from the leather shop went into my ‘artifact bag’ along with a leather jock for me for later. “Almost” said Kieran with a critical eye, “hold on a minute.”
He dashed out the door and presumably down to his room. Vice turned to Charlie and me asking “do all you guys carry costumes around with you everywhere you go?” After a belly laugh, I told him that no, not all gay guys did, but this was a fairly famous annual party that had a slightly different theme each year and there were enough guys like me – and Kieran and Charlie – who got a kick out of really doing up a costume. I mentioned that there would certainly be people just in club wear or fetish wear, or just normal clothes at the party too, not to mention lots of drag. “Besides, I’m a performer, I enjoy costumes,” I concluded.
Kieran returned with pair of John Lennon-like round sunglasses that looked pretty period and a bandanna that he rolled and tied around Vice’s hair like a headband. It worked. There was a tap-tap on the door. “Come on in,” I called. In came Father Frank in his normal clerical garb of black pants, black belt, and black shirt with clerical collar while also sporting a straw boater hat. My eyes widened, only to find him followed in by Seth, the youngest house boy, as a very good likeness of an Altar Boy – a long black cassock-like garment covered with a white cotton short-sleeve thing that passed well as an altar server’s surplice and carrying a big ol’ candle in a fake plastic candlestick covered with tinfoil to look silver. “Frank… you didn’t…” caught between shocked and amused, my jaw must have been hanging open.
Again, as was becoming habit, Vice asked “What movie?” My answer and Charlie’s overlapped, “Bells of St. Mary’s” “Going My Way”. “Both!” beamed Frank. While the actual Episcopal priest and the house boy blew a few clouds from the pipe, I noticed Seth’s candle’s long straight taper ended in a somewhat strange tip before realizing it was a penis candle! Frank saw the look on my face as I realized and coughed and guffawed out his current hit. I found myself wondering if perhaps we’d given Frank a bit too much in the way of enhancements over the last twenty-four hours…
I locked the door behind me as the guys all headed down the stairs, and as a group we turned left onto Commercial Street towards the Crown. Allowing them to get a couple of yards in front of me, and the coast being clear, I drew my bullwhip and snapped it their way with a loud whiplash and crack growling, “slow down boys, show off for the crowd a bit.” Hearing the crack of the whip, Charlie and Kieran gave out exaggerated shivers and low “umms” while Vice looked just the slightest bit anxious, before he saw my smirk and cracked up.
At the gate, everyone was paying for their admission and being last I found out that Bibi had arrived at the party before us and had paid for my ticket. I knew I wanted to find her ASAP to thank her but first we had to scope out and find Lou and Jimmy and his niece and her boyfriend. We all moved into the crowd, huddling to remain together, moving inside to the dance club room. Lights were flashing, the bass was pumping and there were a few people out on the dance floor, but it was too early for most folks, and it appeared that the bulk of the crowd was outside on the back deck. I thought I spotted Lou out there and the whole gang of us went through the sliding doors and out back.
The usually open-to-the-sky deck was now covered by two sizable event tents in acknowledgement of the lousy weather of the past few days (it had started to drizzle again on our way down Commercial Street). Looking around I took a moment to scope out what costumes other partygoers were wearing, as usual there were some standouts: Captain Jack Sparrow, Aladdin, King Kong, Sam Spade, 2 Tarzans, a number of Vampires, and my fellow Leatherman running the gamut from ‘70s “Crusing” to ‘50s James Dean. And drag. Lots and lots of drag from every decade of the 20th century – Betty Boop, Judy Garland, Marilyn Monroe, Diana Ross, Lucille Ball, Dolly Parton, Cher, Madonna, you name it.
There was a stage set up out there, and at its feet I saw Bibi in earnest conversation with Cheryl, the lead singer and guitarist for the Sapphonix, an all-lesbian rock band that was a town institution. My attention was brought back to my group when Jimmy stepped up and suggested we introduce the two groups. Jimmy looked hot in a Roman chiton and laurel wreath but had to tell me it was “Caligula”, while I got Lou’s right away – he was SMOKING hot as “Shaft” in painted on leather pants and jacket with no shirt under. I was pleased to see Lou pull Vice to him and share a deep kiss that the local boy returned enthusiastically. Jimmy’s niece Cassie and her boytoy Doug were done up as passable versions of Magenta and Brad from Rocky Horror Picture Show. There was NO way the very goth niece could have gotten away with playing Janet, so the fishnets and mini maid’s outfit were perfect for her. They must have gotten shy Doug really drunk or really high as he was wearing dress shoes with socks and garters, his own nerd glasses, a baggy white cotton wife-beater and fruit of the loom tighty-whities. Dangerous, I thought, but then noticed that he wore at least one additional smaller layer under the briefs, if not two.
We all started chatting and Lou passed around a vape pen which he had to explain how to use – remember this was 2006 and none of the rest of us including me had ever seen one before – he’d gotten it from a contact in Amsterdam as they weren’t yet sold regularly in the USA. A waiter appeared, and my group ordered drinks while the waiter took a hit off Lou’s pen. I remarked to Doug that his costume would make him very popular for the evening, and with glassy eyes he smiled and said, “I hope so…”. I was still pondering that when the band took the stage for their (apparently) second set and was startled to hear Bibi whisper into my ear “I need you to do us a favor” pointing at the stage. The band was tuning up when Cheryl took the mic and re-greeted the crowd. Her voice was unusually raspy, and Bibi whispered, “she’s got a bad case of laryngitis, please help out.” Cheryl looked out over the crowd, spotted me and cocked her head in a silent question, and I nodded back to her in return.
Cheryl told everyone that she had a couple of special guests joining her this evening and pointed me out in the crowd. Out of the group I was with only Frank really knew me as a performer. I leaned over to the group and whispered, “I’m about to go fill in for a bit for Cheryl – she’s got laryngitis – I’ll be back as soon as I can…” A few of the gang goggled at me as I handed my drink to Doug and headed for the stage. On my way there, Cheryl was giving me a big buildup, mentioning my one man shows in New York, my Provincetown performing back when I spent the summers, and even the time I sang at the Grand Ole Opry, finishing up by finally naming me as I hit the stage. I waved out to the crowd, noticing the astonished looks on my new friends’ faces. Cheryl and I chose three songs I used to sing with the band back in the day anytime we did a group concert for some cause or another. The musicians were mostly the same women I’d worked with in those days – I hugged the drummer Brandy – and giving the two newbies the chord progressions for my tunes, I launched into “We Shall Be Free” followed by “Unanswered Prayers” – a song about a guy and his wife meeting his old high school girlfriend at a hometown football game, but when I sing it, the wife is replaced by a male partner while the old girlfriend stays the same – my life story actually. The crowd loved it and I finished with a raucous “Friends in Low Places” with the band members and even a certain amount of the audience joining in on the chorus. It was fun, the applause was loud, my ego was certainly stroked, and I was pleased to help out an old friend.
Stepping down from the stage I was stopped and congratulated by Aladdin, suddenly realizing it was ‘Rocky’ Rahman from the guest house, accompanied by his bitter nasty boyfriend Norton, whom I hated to admit looked really hot in a sexy Jafar outfit. Said nasty boyfriend was murdering me with his eyes while Rocky complimented my songs, and with a supercilious smile Norton finally interjected, “yes, that last song in particular seemed so perfectly suited to you!” Not missing the veiled insult, I responded, “that’s so funny, I was just going to compliment you on your costume and what an appropriate choice it was for you!” I slipped away from them not without Rocky squeezing my ass and Norton blowing a very ironic and obviously fake kiss. I stopped for to listen to Bibi belting out “Miss Otis Regrets”, a tune that was her calling card, and whooped and hooted with everyone else when she took her bow.
When I got back to my group, they’d been joined by houseboys Kurt and Miles, and Kentucky Boy Miles was almost jumping out of his skin that I had done three Garth Brooks songs. Seth, Doug and Vice were almost as fanboy as Miles; while Lou, Jimmy and Frank were leaning back against the white fence nodding and smiling.
“Never would have picked you as a Country Music kinda’ guy, Daddy J” Boston-born Kieran remarked, which was kind of ironic given his full-on cowboy drag. “How do you think I wound up singing at the Opry that time? I was doing the National Tour of “Best Little Whorehouse in Texas” as the quarterback of the Aggies that does the locker room strip number and the band for the show was from Nashville. When the touring show hit Nashville, they got me up at the Opry on the Open Mic night and had me do a few country tunes BEFORE the bandleader told the audience I was a 4th generation New York City kid. The reaction was hysterical… I kinda’ fell even harder for the music after that. I even met my partner at a two-stepping bar in Philadelphia.”
“That’s where I met him too,” Father Frank interjected. “So, what’s next?” I asked, pointedly looking at Jimmy, knowing he had a timed schedule of seduction going, and my musical interlude was unintentionally taking away from his plans. “DANCE!” was his response, pulling us all inside and onto the dance floor. The room had filled up, and with the addition of the ten of us the floor was completely full and the crowd hit critical mass rather quickly. We all got into the vibe, and every few songs we’d break for sips of our drinks or hits off the vape pen (which just to be clear, was a T mixture that Lou mixed with essential oils in some recipe of his own, but it was very effective). On the floor, Cassie was super flirtatious with everyone around her and very much encouraged Doug to be the same.
Bodies got sweaty, hands roamed all over, and even Doug was groping other guys as well as his girlfriend and rubbing his beefy butt against crotches and thrusting his bulge into whichever ass came his way. Looking up at one point, I saw him taking a break and in earnest conversation with Vice, so I pulled up to join them coming in on Vice telling Doug all about being a straight guy who went from letting a guy suck his cock to getting fucked for the first time the night before and loving it. “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but that sounds kinda’ hot, ya’ know?” Doug said as Cassie slipped up behind him feeling him up with her hands from behind and cooed “mmm… it does sound hot, doesn’t it babe? It would be so sexy to see you get naughty like that…”
On that note we all headed back to the dance floor. The music transitioned to trance, lights went dark, fog rolled out as the roscoe machines ramped up, and the only illumination was black lighting pierced by spinning lasers pulsing around the room. Things quickly got much more erotic, cocks were pulled from pants, Cassie and a few other females flashed their boobs, despite most of the men - in our group at least - not really being interested. Doug certainly seemed to have no problem having his dick stroked or even licked a bit, and his hands wrapped around several cocks, including mine. When he took a turn taking a lick on my cock and Vice’s, Jimmy seemed to think that was a signal for the next stage of the evening. Motioning to Lou, Vice and I to come closer, he said “Time to take this to the room. Bring the cowboys.” I moved over to Father Frank and the houseboys and said we’d catch up with them later, or back at the house, while Vice told Kieran and Charlie to come along for some more favors and fun. With Jimmy and Lou leading the way with Cassie and Doug, the four of us followed them through the interior door to the hotel and after a staircase and a few turns, while we passed the Vape pen back and forth.
Jimmy led us out through the Hotel Entrance on Commercial Street rather than taking us through the raucous dance party. We were a group that were singing and dancing and laughing not to mention me cracking my whip a few times, as we made our way to Bradford Street and then turning right, walking a few blocks east and stopping in front of the old Shamrock House. It was still looking like the 1950s era small motel it began its’ existence as; two stories of white clapboard motel with individual green room doors and green shuttered picture windows that opened out directly to the parking lot or second floor balcony. I noticed some people hanging around the bench out front and in the small parking area but didn’t think much about it at that moment. We followed Jimmy to the ground floor room furthest from the office.
SATURDAY NIGHT’S TIME FOR A GANGBANG
Upon entering their apparently transformed room, both Cassie and Doug gasped aloud – the motel room had a portable sling set up with leather-looking black tarps thrown over the beds and other furniture. A laptop connected to the TV with some kind of porn playing was flanked by a video camera on a tripod; on the black covered dresser was selection of restraints, toys, and lubes; as well as a tray with pipes, bongs and torches. By the bathroom door sat a cooler filled with ice, beer and Gatorade. The lamps – except for one small goose-neck LED pointing down at the favors tray - all had red cloths tossed over their shades creating a sexy, mysterious, slightly demonic vibe. Apparently, this was what Lou and Jimmy were doing while Vice and I were manning the glory holes at Jimmy’s house, and I wondered a bit why we were not in his own dungeon but figured he had a good reason.
Jimmy got everyone’s attention and pointed out the favors and the refreshments as well as mentioning that the shower had a hose attachment if anyone needed it. “Now remember you guys, this is a special welcome soiree Lou and I put together to welcome my niece Carrie and her beau Doug to Provincetown. We’re going to give them a wicked sexy evening they will never forget – now let’s all get comfortable and get spun!” Lou was passing everyone but Carrie a blue vitamin V, which was welcomed by all. “In a little bit we’ll bring the other guests waiting outside in to join us…” So that was why there were so many guys hanging around the place? Could be hot! In the meantime, I used my canine teeth to split my blue pill, swallowing one half with a glug of Gatorade and rolling the other half under my tongue letting it dissolve and get into my bloodstream quicker.
Utilizing the black leaf bags provided for our clothes, everyone was stripping down to the bare minimum. When I was down to my just my harness I reattached the leather strip down center and attached it to my metal cockring and slipped on the jock over it. Jimmy pulled Doug over, handing me a bong and torch, and asked me to get Doug ‘fully prepared’ in the bathroom. I was very much NOT thrilled, this being one of the few things I believe should be private, but of course, the college dude would have no idea what to do. “Come with me hot stuff…” I sighed and hauled him into the bathroom, closing the door but not locking it.
The glassy-eyed boytoy watched as I clicked the torch and started rolling the bubbler until the white vapor started to swirl and twist in the bulb. Taking a pull, I released a cloud and held the bong and torch for him while he took his own hit. “So, Doug, having fun? Enjoying all this?” His response was a muzzy grin, a chuckle and a shrug. “I think so… I mean I feel really, really good right now, ya’ know?” I just nodded in response. “I mean the stuff we are partying with are all amazing so far, and make you down to do a lot of crazy sex things, ya’ know?” (That would become his constant rhetorical question of the evening: “ya’ know?”) “That they do,” I agreed.
“So, Cass says she wants this so bad, if we’re gonna’ be together I gotta be able to see her have sex with other guys without getting jealous, and she says I need to let her see me indulge my ‘repressed bisexual needs’ and fool around with guys too… so that’s what I am doing for her, ya’ know?”
Blowing out a cloud, I asked, “So you’ve just never done anything, but you’ve always been bi?” passing him the pipe. After pulling a hit he said, “I guess so… I never thought I was, but Cass says I ‘display all the signs of latent bisexuality’ and she’s the Psych Major, so I must be. What I’ve done so far tonight has been really sick and chill, so I guess she was totally right, ya’ know?”
I took a few seconds to ponder that as I stripped off what I still had on and pulled off his tighty-whities and the thong underneath. With absolute innocence he queried, “So what are we doing in here exactly?” Commanding him to take another hit, I explained cleaning out, and why, and that I personally thought it should be done alone, but as a newbie, he’d need a coach. I also let him know that I’d stay inside the shower behind the curtain not watching while he used the commode, and even though I was already cleaned out, I’d do a quick demonstration for him since I already knew it wouldn’t be gross.
We left the bong and torch on the floor and stepped into the shower with the water directed to the attached hose. Once the process started, from behind the curtain I heard the click of the torch and then a big exhalation. Then he asked, “Umm… do you know any couples that do this sort of thing? Can people watch their boyfriends or girlfriends fuck with other people, and it works?”
AHA! Now I knew why I got this job from Jimmy! While he continued using the hose and jumping out to squirt it out, I told him about my husband and I having an open sexual relationship for 16 years at that point (coming up on 36 years now), and playing both together and apart and loving seeing the other enjoy themselves with different guys, and how I did my own kinkier stuff like this on my own time and he his more ‘vanilla with twinks’ stuff on his, and what scenes we’d do together. “We wouldn’t have it any other way,” I concluded.
The shower curtain screeched aside again, revealing him taking a hit, so I did one as well. Doug climbed in and we showered together – soaping each other up and having some slip-sliding fun with our slippery bodies and playing with each other’s semihard cocks. It was then I heard a quick knock on the door and heard someone come in. “Just leaving a present here for you to give Dougie when you are done,” Jimmy said and then the door closed again. We got back to work soaping each other and I paid special attention to making sure he was spiffy clean front and back before we got out. Grabbing two towels from the bar, I noticed that next to the bong and torch, Jimmy had left a needleless syringe with a cap on the end – the ‘present’ for Doug in the form of a booty bump.
“Apparently I’m supposed to give you this present,” I told the college kid. “It’s another way of doing Tina, and it makes you super horny and ready for fun. I directed him to lean over the sink with his butt pushed out. “First I have to loosen you up back here a little,” I told him as I knelt on my towel behind him and proceeded to lick and kiss his ass, finally sinking my tongue into his virgin hole. Damnation, the kid’s hole was sweet, and I got really into giving him a spectacular rim job.
“Oh my God, oh my God, I can’t believe this…” he drawled as I got him open and eager. Licking the tube of the syringe, I uncapped it and slowly inserted it into his tight pink hole warning him that it might burn a bit for a minute or two but after that it would feel incredible. To distract him from the burn, I started rimming him again, causing him to moan, then holding my thumb over his hole to prevent any leakage I took his semihard dick in my mouth and gave him some head until I was sure the T had kicked in for him. “Fuck this is amazing – I gotta’ suck your dick man but let’s do it out there,” he muttered, then picking up clothes, pipe, torch and all we exited the bathroom to see what was happening in the room.
Cassie was kneeling on the floor in front of Lou and Vice who were seated on the nearer bed, blowing one while she jerked the other, going back and forth with abandon. Kieran and Charlie were likewise kneeling on the floor in front of the other bed double-team sucking Jimmy’s huge cock and licking his balls. Doug stood entranced at the sight of his girlfriend wantonly sucking off two other guys until she stopped for a moment to light up and take a hit from a pipe. “Come on baby” she cooed, “join me in sucking some dicks!” In somewhat of a daze, he knelt down on the floor next to her while she took another hit off the pipe. She handed it off to him and took the head of Lou’s BBC into her mouth and slowly exhaled the smoke around the hot dealer’s trouser snake. I noticed that Doug’s dick bounced a bit as he watched his girlfriend sucking another guy’s cock. “Smoke up, bro. Then choose a dick,” Lou encouraged him. “Have a seat, Daddy J,” Vice whispered to me indicating the spot next to him on the edge of the bed. I sat while Doug finished his hit, handing the equipment to Vice, and then I felt smoke being blown over my cock by Doug. He brought it to his mouth and began to tentatively suck, taking my head and the first few inches in. “Teeth!” I chided, tapping him on the cheek. Pulling off, he looked like a guilty puppy and said “sorry, first time…” He improved as he went along and he and Cassie took some popper hits and another bong hit before returning to the three of us, but when Doug tried to move over to try Vice or Lou, she blocked him saying, “These are mine, you’ve got four to my two – get the other guys over here.”
Her Uncle Jimmy, hearing this said, “Don’t worry baby girl, you’ll soon have more straight guys here to fill out your gang-bang fantasy.”
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