nicktheslut

I worked at Bodyline for a little bit back in the glory days. I saw and got involved in some crazy stuff. I found that just before I left Sydney, the sensitive culture was flooding through, and the freedom of wild fun became a thing to look down upon. I hope the wave changes back again. I have a lot of straight friends, and true to the straight culture, they catch onto the gay trend later on, and I find they are having the wilder and more [banned word] sex, while the gay culture is worried about what gender they should be. Bring back the wild days!!

We need a new venue where it would bring the piggyback to its formal days.

The feeling of pain rippled through my body, followed by the heavy weight on top of me. My arse was full and stretched like never before. Like sandpaper to the rough edges of a wood plank, my inner walls gripped Matt’s ridged cock with every thrust. Matt ferociously pumped into me. How did I get here? I suddenly felt guilty for cheating on my partner. But was I? I didn’t intend this. I wasn’t looking for it. But as much as it hurt, I yearned for it. I craved it. Matt’s lips cupped my neck like a baby to a nipple and sucked intimately on my skin. The sting, mixed in with the rippling pain from my stretched-out arse, clouded my mind from any sensibility. Matt had no intent of letting me go yet. I dragged my dry red eyes down Matt’s sunburnt hairy back to his pasty white arse cheeks, seeing them tighten and retract with every thrust he made. It was then that the rough grinding to my inner walls turned to a slick, lathered feeling. Did he cum? No. His pace remained consistent and forceful, with no concern for my comfort. The air had an aroma of my arse; I worried that it was unclean. But it was clear that Matt did not care. He wanted to fuck. Fuck hard. I moaned in pain and pleasure. The thought of my partner returned to me. This stranger was fucking me. ‘Are you wearing a condom?’ I stammered under my groggy breath. Matt’s hold tightened. I felt a sudden shift in his pace. It shortened and quickened. His suction to my neck tightened. He was biting. Then Matt released his lips from my tender neck. ‘Uuh…Aah.’ My hole painfully stretched slightly further with every pump of his cock. He kept moving in and out of me. It felt like eons as he unloaded. I prayed that he was wearing a condom. Then he stopped, and I felt his tense body relax as he settled his total weight on top of my body. The room was slightly spinning. The drugs were still rife in my system. Matt lifted himself off me. I felt his ridged cock pull away from my hole. My inner walls were still gripping for dear life. Then I felt the head of his cock grip my outer ring. The pain made it clear that his knob was more prominent than his shaft as it broke past, releasing that stretched feeling. ‘Argh!’ It hurt like hell as I felt my walls retract to what I could only hope was its normal size, but it was too slow to prevent the feeling of a cum seeping out. The scent of my arse in the air intensified. Matt lifted himself to his knees. His naked, masculine body was beaming down on me. My dry eyes admired his leathery, hairy body as I trailed down his v-cut to his slick cock. It wasn't dirty, just slick from his man juices. He wasn’t wearing a condom. Matt tossed me another bottle of water and my pants as he lifted himself off the bed. ‘Where are my jocks?’ ‘You won’t need them.’ I needed to rehydrate quickly, so I undid the pre-opened bottle and gulped down the foul-tasting liquid. ‘There is G in this.’ ‘Finish it, boy. Your night is not done yet.’ He said as he lifted his pants over his bare arse cheeks while tucking his semi-hard, slick cock inside. I fell in and out of consciousness. Time was passing by. People. Men talking at me, not to me. I was no longer in the small room. I had the feeling I was no longer at the club. Was Shawn there? I couldn’t tell. I worked all my strength to gain vision of my surroundings. My environment was different. There were men everywhere. Their attire was different. Minimal. Shirtless hairy torsos illuminated by neon lights and hazy smoke. I was at a club, but not the same club I was at before. ‘You are at a leather bar. Relax, kid.’ I heard the familiar voice of Shawn. ‘Welcome back. Matt got you fucked up, ey.’ ‘What, why?’ My head was spacy and incoherent. ‘Stop asking questions you know the answers to.’ He patted me on the back. ‘This is where I leave you. Have the night of your life.’ I watched Shawn disappear into the crowd of half-naked men. I dragged my feet to the bar and squeezed between what I could only describe as furry bears. I felt the pointy studs of a leather harness wrapped around one of the furry bears’ bodies scrape against my arm as I slumped over the sticky, alcohol-stained bar. The bear turned to my side. ‘Watch yourself, little boy. These things are sharp.’ I could smell the overwhelming scent of sweat and sex in the air. The music beat so loud it prevented my mind from concentrating. But I could feel the bear eyeing me off intensively. ‘Nice hickey. Looks like you have been having a good night.’ ‘Apparently, it is not over.’ Did I say that? ‘We have a ripe one here, Barry.’ He commented to the bear on my other side. ‘He looks a little out of it. Did you take something, young man?’ Barry wrapped his arm over my shoulder. ‘Yeah. Matt made me smoke and drink… Um… Well, you know.’ ‘Who the fuck is Matt?’ ‘Is he your boyfriend.’ ‘No. He is… Actually, I don’t know who he is. He fucked me.’ Both bears laughed simultaneously. ‘We have a slutty one here.’ The first bear chuckled in his burly voice. ‘You are sticking with us, little one.’ Barry’s arms pulled me under his sweaty armpit. I felt the moisture slather across my face and lips as I got a taste of Barry’s saltiness. The drugs kept pulling me in and out of awareness. I knew the Bears were talking to me and asking me questions. But I could only half tell what was being said. I felt a big hand slip between the crack of my arse and a large finger circle my hole. This pushed my face deeper into the other bear’s armpit. ‘He’s wet down there. No condom. You poz, boy?’ ‘What?... huh? Yeah, no condom.’ ‘Ah! Good. Poz boy.’ ‘This little slut boy will be perfect for tonight.’ ‘Eagle Tamers?’ ‘Eagle Tamers.’ Barry nodded. I was lifted from under my arms and carried out of the club. The words Eagle Tamers kept penetrating my mind. I knew I was in a vehicle. I was slumped sideways in the back seat. My head rested on denim wrapped over a thick thigh. There was this familiar, dirty scent, like caked-in cum wafting off the fabric. ‘Eagle Tamers.’ I muttered under my breath. ‘Look who’s coming back to reality, Barry.’ The first bear called out to Barry. ‘What’s Eagle Tamers?’ ‘It is a special cruise club, my little piggy.’ Barry called out from the driver’s seat. ‘Only the nastiest of nasty blokes go there.’ The first Bear added. ‘Tonight is Eagle Tamer’s Quarterly Event party. It is going to be a full house.’ I tried to lift myself off the thick thigh and gain focus. ‘I got to get home. My partner must be worried. Can you take me home?’ ‘To Matt?’ ‘No. My boyfriend –‘ ‘Fuck!’ Barry cut in, ‘this little cumdump is a cheating piglet.’ ‘What a little slut bag.’ The first Bear chuckled. Then passed me a bottle filled with a blue liquid, ‘Drink this.’ I was profoundly dehydrated and gulped every bit. ‘Holly shit! The piglet drank the whole lot.’ Barry laughed. The rest of the drive was a complete blur.

Thanks for the insight, gents. The challenge for interstate pigs is that they can only sometimes make it to the private parties. Does anyone have connections with some of these blokes? I'm desperate to be a pig on a spit at one of them. I'm heading back to Melbourne for Christmas. I have planned to have a couple of free nights away from family. No doubt I will end up in a sauna. But I miss the piggy, kinky, dirty side of cruising for sex. I need a wingman—someone who knows how to make it a really piggy event. Anyone interested?

I miss the days of Club 80. Where do the pigs go?

I kept me smoking, and I was spun. His grin told me he was satisfied and took the pipe away from me. The cocktail of drugs fucked with my consciousness. I felt the need to fuck. I wanted to fuck. But I kept zoning out and coming back to it. Matt slipped his pants off. He wasn’t wearing jocks, and he was ready to fuck by the looks of his thick cock standing to attention. I was on the bed as he leant over and grabbed my pants, yanking them off and rolling me to my front, revealing my peach arse. I heard Matt growl under his breath. He pushed my legs apart using his legs. He was above me, and I was inebriated. I didn’t think I was going to be in this situation. A fleeting moment crossed my mind realising I didn’t prepare to be fucked and hoped I was ok down there. He grabbed my arse cheeks with his rough hands and spread them wide. He wasn’t playing around. My hole was exposed, and he dove in deep. His tongue was long, thick, and strong. I felt it piercing me. For all the drugs I had in my system, my hole still resisted. Possibly because it was close to a year since I had anyone entertain it. God, I hoped it was clean down there. He didn’t complain. I kept hearing him moan within his muffled mouth and my arse. His hands held my arse cheeks tight. It hurt. He didn’t care. He knew what he wanted and wasn’t worried if I was comfortable. ‘Mm. A little dirty… And tight.’ Matt moaned while slightly lifting his face from my arse as he adjusted himself to get a better grip to dive deeper. My back arched in the air with my face buried in the sheets. Matt wrapped his big arms around my legs and pulled my arse cheeks even more expansive, holding them tight with his strong arms; his mouth was like a suction cap to my hole as he forcefully drove deeper inside. I must have passed out at times, losing track of how long we were in this position when I was startled to a semi-conscious level by Matt tossing me onto my back and spreading my legs wide. He held me tight. I could feel his body heat radiating on my skin and the head of his cock pressed against my moist hole. He looked down upon my no doubt bloodshot eyes. I could smell my arse on his breath as he pressed his lips onto mine, pushing my mouth wide open. His tongue dove deep. I could hardly breathe except for the recycled air between his breath and mine. I struggled to pull away, but Matt was too strong and held me tight. I was desperate for air and began to lose consciousness when he pushed his thick cock into my hole, driving it to the base of his cock. I passed out.

He rolled over to the side, and I couldn’t help but look directly at his slick hard-on. My gaze travelled up his rather nice, lightly hairy physique. He was coated in sweat and my mind once again went to licking it up. Then I met him with his returning stare. ‘Like what you see?’ ‘Oh shit. Sorry… Fuck.’ I quickly looked away. ‘Relax, man. I like it when people watch.’ Cindy hopped off the bed. I caught a glimpse of her moist pussy dripping with cum. ‘You didn’t wear a condom.’ ‘I’m a Christian. It’s against my religion.’ He smirked as he, too, hopped off the bed, went to his suit pants, pulled out a small plastic zip-lock bag with powder, and tossed it to me. ‘Pure this on the glass coffee table next to you.’ Then he flung a $100 bill at me. ‘Our night has only just started.’ Then followed Cindy into the bathroom, Hard cock swinging back and forth. It was like I was pumped for life. I knew I chatted Shawn’s ear off to the club. I was energised and eager, licking my lips for something grand. Something spectacular. The music was pumping, laser lights shooting in all directions, and the decor was a far cry better than the brothel. It was crowded, but Shawn seemed to know people, and we got a nice VIP lounge not too far from the bar. I recognised a few celebrities and immediately knew we were in a prestige place. I learnt something new about Shawn. He was a networker. ‘Steve. This is Matt.’ A large veining hand reached out to me. I looked up to see this incredibly handsome-looking man looking down at me as I slipped my hand into his. He was older. Older than Shawn, from what I can tell. ‘I said I would give you a good time, and Matt will help.’ He winked at me. I looked back at Matt, who seemed to be evaluating me. ‘Oh, I see. Shawn, you know I have a partner. I’m ok.’ ‘Shut up.’ Matt growled and lifted me off the couch. ‘You better do as he says, Steve. Matt does and takes what he wants.’ I had no time to contest and was dragged out of the VIP area through the dance flow and out the back through a side entrance to what I could only presume was a private area for VIP members. ‘Shawn told me about your situation.’ ‘Situation?’ He threw me into a dimly lit small room. It was cozy, and it must have been soundproof because the music from the club was muffled to a simple thump in the background. Matt went to a cabinet near the bed and opened what seemed like a mini fridge. He tossed me a bottle with a blue liquid in it. ‘Drink it.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘Shut up and drink.’ It had a horrible taste, but it was soon forgotten as I watched him unbutton his white shirt to reveal his solid, hairy body. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the grey mixed through his dark fur. At this moment, I realised I had not reached out to my partner. ‘Fuck! I need to make a call.’ Now wearing only his suit pants, Matt picked me up by my arm and threw me on the bed. ‘You ain’t calling no one.’ And pulled my black tee off over my head. He leant me down my back as he rubbed his large fingers over my smooth skin. He seemed mesmerised, and touching became firmer. I could feel the calluses on his hands. He must do some physical labour. He did this for a while. I guessed he liked what he was seeing. Touching. Then, he moved away and went back to the cabinet. I started to feel a little spacy, light, and kinder horny. ‘You drank a lot of G, boy.’ ‘What the fuck!’ ‘Relax.’ He turned back around, this time with a glass pipe in his. ‘No. No way. Nose candy. Sure. G well, I’ll go with it. But I won’t be having that.’ ‘SHUT UP!’ He pulled me off the bed and made me hole the pipe. It already had sharps in it. He tossed me the lighter. ‘Smoke until I tell you to stop.’ ‘No.’ He grabbed me around the throat and pulled me close. I could smell cigar breath on him. ‘Shawn said you will be resistant. That’s fine. Because I like to fight. I’m in control, and I like my young boys fucked up.’ He pushed the pipe into my mouth and moved my hand with the light to the bulb. I lit up.

A red light illuminated the dirty grey walls. Dark, shadowy figures moved in around me. The room felt small. Or was it that the dark figures filled the space? It was hard to tell from how I was positioned. The tingly feeling in my feet was so strong that they were numb and overpowered my train of thought. My arms stretched far above my head, held tight by what I could only imagine were restraints, equally adding to the interrupting pain, preventing me from focusing on what is, and I would presume, a shitting situation. How did I get here? ‘Not tonight, Steve. Let me sleep.’ Muffing into his pillow. ‘Common, we haven’t fucked in months… I think we are pushing on a year.’ I move my hand over the side of his waist, only to be swatted away. ‘Uugh.’ I tossed and turned, trying to settle my restlessness. ‘Fuck. Steve. Just go and watch TV or something.’ I logged onto my computer. Like routine, I searched for some of the most fucked up porn I could find while I jerked off. Real piggy shit. Nasty men gangbanging guys close to my age. Messy throat fucking porn and hardcore bondage and BDSM play. But it is getting to a point where the porn is just not satisfying. I reflected on how long I had been doing this monotonous routine porn searching and jerking off. I got with my partner soon after I turned 18. I’m 26, and our sex life dried out not long into our third year together. I’m a traditionalist, and I believe in monogamy, and I believe in commitment. Thick or thin, as they say. But here I am. Needs not being met and alone jerking off to what people see as fucked up and completely wrong. I start flicking through hook-up sites, feeling completely guilty for it. I struck up a few chats with a couple of blocks here and there; occasionally, I would get a dick pic and the odd arse hole here and there. I don’t understand why guys sent pictures of their arse holes. They’re not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. Something about chatting with blokes online just felt… Soulless. The routine kept on and on. As I was about to call it, I stumbled across one profile of an older guy I found hot. He was in decent shape and a bit rough-looking. I’m not much for clean-cut guys. But what his profile said struck my interest. He was openly poz, and he seemed a little proud of it. I realised I was jerking harder than usual. I couldn’t control myself and emptied my balls over my smooth, defined chest. ‘What are you all dressed up for?’ ‘Far well drink with work mate. You know Lisa. She’s finished up with the firm… You were invited, remember.’ I straighten up my belt, checking my appearance in the mirror. Looking sharp, I thought. I could feel a shift in my partner’s energy, ‘Well. Long are you gonna be?’ ‘I don’t know.’ The guilt crept up inside. I grabbed my keys and headed for the door, checking myself in the reflection of the splash back in the kitchen as I strutted past. ‘What about me.’ ‘I won’t be long.’ I gave him a peck on the lips and left. The bar was hustling, and my work colleagues were in a party mood. I was torn between wanting to be part of their level of party and the guilt of not returning to my partner. My boss pressed another beer into my chest. I have a good friendship with my boss. I had worked with him for about three years. We spoke about personal shit, and I have opened up about my sex life and he… Well, he isn’t shy about his. Shawn was a married man. Two kids under 14. But he isn’t innocent. For an older bloke, he can get any pussy he likes, and he does. Our after-work chats always end up with him telling me how he banged some bird the other night. And I’m telling you, I thought I had a fucked up perverted sense of taste. He would have to be just as fucked up, if not worse. He’s told me stories of sharing his wife with other men. He gets a real kick seeing strangers shooting their load into his wife and then going in after. I’m always rock hard when he tells me, and he knows it too. Tonight is no different. We sat out on the deck with Shawn telling me yet another one of his conquests. ‘Fuck. I must have drunk too much.’ My eyesight was blurry, and I felt a little drowsy. ‘Shut up. I’m taking you out on a good night, Steve. No calling it early like you always do.’ And he didn’t let me leave. The crowd thinned out, and I was beginning to feel shitfaced. Soon, there were only the two of us. ‘Common mate. It's time to really party. I’m going to introduce you to a few fellas that I know. But first. We need to make a pit stop.’ And sure enough, we stopped by a brothel. ‘Jacob. What are we doing here… Mate? I can barely keep my eyes open.’ ‘Shh.’ We were on the couch as the ladies came out of the back room one by one, as though they were Jacob's personal catalogue. ‘Hi, I’m Cindy.’ The brunette bombshell said, flirting with Shawn. ‘Shawn. You remember I am gay, right.’ ‘Shh… Hi Cindy. Wanna play.’ ‘I sure do. Come with me. Shawn got up to follow, nudging me to come with them. The room was what you would expect when going to a brothel: distasteful and over the top with velvet and oddly chosen furniture. I slumped into the chair in the corner. Shawn wasted no time getting busy with Cindy. I must have passed out. The sounds of thumping and muffling moans and groans first caught my consciousness. My lids scrapped against my dry eyes. And like I said earlier. An arse hole is not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. And Shawn’s arse is one of those grand visions. It was like it sobered me up as I watched his cheek flex every time he pumped his cock in Cindy. I was instantly throbbing and felt the strain of my cock pressed hard against my stomach from my tight jocks. He picked up pace. I couldn’t help but imagine licking the sweat built up in the matted bit of hair just above his arse crack. Trails of sweat wept across his burning skin as he held Cindy tight to his body while pumped away like it was the last fuck of his life. ‘Haah… Uugh.. Aaah...’ He moaned, and I knew. His arse cheeks held firm. Cindy’s legs wrapped around him tighter. I had to do everything in my power not to… Release.

I'm heading to Sydney in a couple of weeks. I only have Monday night free. What s bunker like on a Monday night?

Is the Bunker still open? I'm heading to Sydney for work, early Feb. I have one free night and I want to make the most of it. The sleazier, the best. I'm out to be a real pig and finish the night not having a clue who fucked and bred. head home burping cocks.

hot story. Keep it cumming!

whats the link to the website?

thanks for the feedback gents.

Hey guys! Does any know of a good hotelier motel close to the CBD where I could set up a cumdump session? A place where I can leave the door unlock so tops can cum and go without the hassle of being buzzed in.

Thanks for the feedback. So you think the Den is not worth the visit. I heard the guys who go to Sydney Sauna can be a bit picky. Is Bunk Trade of Crown St?