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Hey guys, lost my virginity to two guys early this year. The second it happened all I could think about was taking raw loads. The feeling of being totally submissive and feeling a cock pulsate in me is too addicting. I’m totally obsessed now. I am waiting to get on PREP so that I can give in to my urges and become a cumdump. I’m talking regular cumunions, pigweek, MAL. I want to be the bottom that hops in the swing and is a total whore. I really want to it. For you cumdumps, do you regret your decision to become a whore/slut? It doesn’t seem like something you can stop after you start.
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For the adventurous who frequent gay bathhouses, I'm curious as to what your experiences are like? What advice would you give to someone who's never been to one? Any tips, trick do's and don'ts? Is is as fun as people say it is? -
I go to a bathhouse, the sleazier the better. I strip naked then get someone to use a Sharpie to write “Meth Whore” on one side of my ass and “Insert Toxic Loads Here” on the other. Then, I take a few hits of Tina from the pipe. Next. I start taking cock after cock. I service as many men as possible with my mouth, my hands and especially my ass. Miss Tina keeps me going like she does so well, and her sister Gina does too.. I drink chem piss. Somebody offers me my first slam, but I have to earn it by taking his beer can sized pierced cock without screaming. I manage somehow, then I watch as the needle enters my awaiting vein, making me higher than I’ve ever been. This continues for days. I’ve explored dozens of kinks and served hundreds of men. The room reeks of sweat and piss, with the floor sticky with the cum that’s dripped out of my ass. I finally go home exhausted to sleep it off, having fulfilled my role as the dirty little meth whore I know I am. Once I get the confirmation I’m poz, I get the biohazard tattoo I earned. I go to the bathhouse again, willing to top anyone else anyone who wants to be poz. I’m usually a bottom, but It’s my duty as a poz chem pig to share the gift with anyone else who wants it. Miss Tina is an evil little bitch for showing me that I’m a dirty submissive whore meant to be used like that, isn’t she? She taught me to be a pig, to be used to please men, unleashed a side of me that I never knew existed. I should hate her for it, but I want her to take me even further.
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Anyone know of any bathhouses with reverse glory holes? The type where it's your ass sticking through the hole rather than someone else's dick. I've also heard them referred to as Czech or ass glory holes. I've seen steamworks Seattle has it on their website but does anyone know of anywhere else?
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A pulse of lightly scented steam rose shrouding me deeper in a mythical mist as droplets of sweat ran from my neck down my torso, I placed the palm of my hands on my young smooth chest and rubbed it in. In the distance shuffling could be heard which told me I was not alone in the steam room but the dense mist made it impossible to make anything out. I had just turned 18, and had decided as a present to myself I would venture in to my first gay sauna and my first man-on-man gay experience. Don't get me wrong. I had done my fair share of masturbating to online gay porn, and it was while searching the internet for additional sex outlets that I first encountered an advertisement for the bathhouse in which I found myself. I had had to dig deep to find the courage to concoct a convincing web of deception to convince my conservative family I would celebrate my 18th with my friends, so I would be occupied all Saturday afternoon and that evening as well. Meanwhile, I googled the bathhouse for reviews and saw some comments such as 'Guaranteed to get your ass pounded here!' and 'Full of horny fit guys in their 20's and 30's', 'Way to many tops and not enough bottoms to knock up for real', and another which read 'Notorious breeding ground'. Hindsight would have been a great thing at the time but when sensibility and the mix of adrenaline and lust clash, sensibility has no chance of winning out, and so it was with me. On the designated Saturday I left the house in mid-morning, when to the barber where I asked him to cut my hair back to a number 1, and by mid afternoon I arrived outside the bathhouse. Walking in to the small reception room I paid, got my locker key and towel, and was directed to the changing rooms just past the bar lounge. The clerk also mentioned the sauna and steam rooms were on the lower floor. As I walked through the bar lounge I noticed three men who, I assumed, were taking a break. Each gave me a furtive glance. Stepping into the locker room, I quickly changed, and then returned my locker key to the admission clerk, and then headed directly downstairs. Another wave of steam hit me as I began to really enjoy this and the thought of sex had long since diminished, I hear more shuffling a blast of cool air which was a sign that the door had been opened. I could just make out the shape of a couple of bodies, one of which was seated on the bench next to me on my left, the other to my right. Each was far enough away I was unable to get more than a vague impression. I also recall being quite struck me by the quiet. Apart from the hissing of the steam vent there was very little sound. Still, the proximity of the two men brought me back to reality and the real reason I had come to the bathhouse. Then another cool blast of air announced someone had entered the steam room. The vague outlines of various men moved in and out of my limited field of vision, each man's shape shrouded by the dense mist. A hand appeared and ran down my chest and his shape became clearly visible as he moved closer to me noticing the a well defined arm with a tattoo sleeve gave me the most incredible erection. What do I do? Should I return the stroke, or perhaps kiss him? I had no idea how this was suppose to play out. Fortunately the man was far more knowledgeable than I, and wordlessly taught me the etiquette of a steam room. His hand moved to my shoulder, then neck, drawing my head in his direction. His body and face loomed in my line of vision, the striking chiseled features of his face moved ever closer as he leaded in to my mouth, a kiss landing on my lips, which were closed. Still, suspecting my niavete, his tongue moved about my mouth, his saliva moistening my lips as his tongue slid between my lips. My lips were receptive to his advance, and my mouth partially opened only for his lips to lock against mine as his warm tongue explored mine. After 30 or so seconds of this intimacy, he pulled away, although a dribble of his saliva still connected our mouths. A smile crossed his handsome face as, having given me a warm look, he dove back in with increased intensity, his right arm, which was wrapped behind my neck, pulled me closer as his left hand grabbed my right hip, gesturing for me to straddle his lap. Obliging his direction, I positioned myself over his crotch, and in descending, my ass encountered his erection, which was rock hard, and difficult to control as it settled nestled between my ass cheeks. Still, sitting face to face with one arm now holding me steady on his lap I felt his other hand caressing my buttocks then pulling as he slipped his hand to my hole he began gently rubbing at first. Gradually one probing finger coaxed its way into my hole. Eyes wide with startlement, I tried to protest but his mouth was still locked against mine and, as the pained eased off, I clasped him about his neck and responded to his kissing as simultaneously his finger explored my hole. He pulled his finger out quickly causing my body to tense his hand rubbed my back causing a pool of sweat that he guided to my ass and rubbed it in to my hole this time with two fingers causing my back to arch slightly. In vain I attempted to moderate his activity by gripping his arms, but his sweat made it impossible so I resumed my clasp around his neck. I must admit, moreover, by this time, my mouth now completely invaded by his tongue, and feeling lightheaded from the heat and steam, I neither wanted to, nor realistically could break free from him. Every now and then the man tightened the bicep of the arm which was holding my back, which gave me a comfort of feeling controlled. I was clearly in the grasp of a very experienced man who understood positive and negative reinforcement as sporadically he would withdraw this fingers from my ass, which left me feeling an immense sensation of release, but which also left me yearning for that moment he would slid his fingers back into my ass. In one such cycle the man broke off our kiss, and, spitting into his hand, we resumed our kiss as his hand moved slightly further down my back. Almost involuntarily I felt my body rising slightly only for a searing pain to shoot through my body. Naturally I wriggled to escape it the shocking pain, but the man clamped his arm firmly behind my back, preventing me from forcing a withdraw. Breaking off the kiss, I buried my face in his neck and groaned loudly. I knew his cock head had penetrated my ass: my virginity and body were forever parting company. The man reached behind my neck with his free arm, pushing my body downwards. By this point I was so overwhelmed with pain I was prepared to forcibly raise myself off of his cock, exclaiming a loud "NO" as he pushed my body downwards, forcing me to take more of him in to my ass. I gasped for breath - my body was being pushed further and further down on his cock, my moans and cries had brought other guys closer as they watched the transformation of a virgin. Tears mingled with the sweat as I came to rest on his lap, his cock now fully immersed in my arse. Almost immediately the pain began ebbing and was being replaced by a gentle internal caressing sensation, a sensation I was not keen on ending. My ass still felt as if to be on fire, but still I didn't want to stop. Raising my face to his, my lips greeted his mouth we resumed a now incredibly sensual kiss. My ass was also now responding to its own desires, rocking to and fro with small rise and fall movements which continued for what seemed like an eternity, the pain now replaced by intense pleasure. The sudden tight locking of his arms around my body forced me to expel what air I had in my lungs in to his mouth as he sounded a loud grunt directly into my mouth. Simultaneously his cock further hardened, swelled, and went rigid as a torrent of warmth flowed into my arse, the first wave of his ejaculation now planted seed deep inside me. I tried to catch a breath but his grip was so tight I couldn't pull air in to my lungs and in rapid succession of pulses stream after stream of his seed flowed in to my body. My head collapsed against his neck as I strove to catch my breath, but the man's grip was so tight around my body I could only manage short pants. In the aftermath of his orgasm, his cock twitched in my arse, the last drops of cum oozing into my hole, as ever so slowly the man released his grip, leaving me to find I had also shot my load - without even realising as much. His mouth sought mine and we kissed deeply as I remained impaled by his large still erect cock buried deep. Bodies appeared next to us, wandering hands sought to explore, only to be quickly pushed away by my maker. He was adamant. He alone would play with me. He alone would be inside my body. Slowly the gathering crowd moved away, still optimistically lurking in the dense mist, awaiting the master to release me, his prey. We broke from our kiss and he pulled me in to his neck and locked his arms around me securely. Involuntarily I winced as pain ran through my arse: again he was pushing his hips upwards, clearly indicating he was ready for another round, so I clasped my hands behind his neck and shoulders and resumed an up/down movement. My ass might have been sore, if not completely in fire with pain, but I knew trying to stop would be futile now, especially as he had now begun his second assault on my young body. I was a quick learner. Without hesitation my head moved to his and we engaged in another sensual kiss as my ass rocked faster as his manhood continuously speared my hole. Sweat was running down both of our bodies making if difficult for us to keep hold of each other. The man thrust up, perfectly meeting my downward motion. Each time I hit bottom I moaned loudly into his mouth. He broke the kiss, looked me in the eyes, his arms tightened again around my back. I knew full well what was coming. I found myself staring deep into his eyes as he moved in for the kill. Sharply tightening his grip, the air escaped my lungs as my back tried to arch away. My chest was being crushed against his. I couldn't expand my chest to draw a complete (and badly needed ) breath. My arse was forced down harder on his cock. Letting out a low long moan, the man's cock twitched as his pushed his hips up getting as deep as could and began releasing the first of five waves of his seed firing deep in to my ass. I collapsed against his body whilst he held me tight. Finally I could at last get air back in to my lungs and, shaking off the grogginess from lack of oxygen, I panted heavily against his neck. I might have felt violated and destroyed by this man but I was also overcome with lust and desire for his sex. My senses gradually came around. I knew my body had taken enough. Again kissing the man on his lips, I slowly lifted my ass off his cock, in the process emitting a slight cry of discomfort. I didn't anticipate the withdraw of his cock would be as challenging as its entrance. The man released his grip from around my back and I got to my feet, but as I was visibly unsteady, the man stood with me, escorting me out of the steam room and into the showers where he stood next to me, stroking my back as the cool water poured over my head and body, greatly refreshing me. The man, by this time, had taken the adjoining shower head as he also wanted a clean-up. This was the first time I had the opportunity to get a clear, unimpeded view of the man. He was about six feet in height, heavily tattooed, easily in his late 20's with a beautifully muscled arms, defined torso and strong legs. Still no word spoken between us he caught me looking at him so he cupped my face and gave me deep french kiss. I placed the towel around my waist and sat down on a nearby bench to relax, and I must have dozed a minute or so, for when I opened my eyes, I saw the man was gone. A couple of men walked through the corridor, obviously assessing the situation but I decided to head home so I went upstairs, retrieved my key, and entered the locker room where I saw only one guy was delving into his locker. I opened my locker and looked-up just as the other man in the locker room moved in my field of vision, revealing his back and the tattoos which adorned his body: dead square in the middle was a biohazard tattoo and, on his left shoulder blade, a scorpion. Then turning around I came face-to-face with the man who took my virginity. He gave me a warm smile. I was not so stupid that I didn't understand the implications of the tattoos. Fear froze me to the spot: a poz guy had just shot two loads deep into my body, and his cum was still inside me. I returned his smile, stepped into the toilet, where I did my best to push his seed out, but my arse was sore and burning, and each attempt came to naught. Wiping my arse, I noticed tell tell signs of blood on the tissue. Seated on the toilet, my head in my hands, I was beside myself and angry he could do such a thing, but then again I shared the blame as I never insisted on a condom and just allowed him to fuck me. I went back to the locker room to find it completely empty. Resigned to my fate I opened the locker door to find a note which contained both a message and a mobile number. The message read "Best fuck ever. You will want more of me and when you do, call me as I really enjoyed breeding you. I'm available whenever you need me." Looking at the note I realised my cock was rock hard so I folded the note away and put it in my trouser pocket and finished changing.
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This was originally posted on my old buds blog by BBVersTop (thiknjuicynow@yahoo.com) who described himself as follows... I visited the local bathhouse last Saturday night. They were having a “Blackout” party, which I’ve only gone to once before. The problem with “Blackout” night is that there are way too many guys and the limited amount of “light” makes it difficult to see whom you’re hooking up with. However, that can be fine if you’re a real pig and I was somewhat in that mode. The party was to begin at 6:00 p.m., so I got there around 4:30 p.m. figuring that I could have some fun for a couple of hours and then leave if I wasn’t into the festivities. Just like last week, there was only one room left when I got there. I went to my room, changed into a towel and did my usual routine of hitting the showers and heading to the steam room to relax. I relaxed for a while and then briefly got into a couple of guys sucking my dick. After playing around in the steam room, I went to my room and left the door ajar. I wasn’t into most of the guys who stopped by, but there were a few guys who were my type who I played with briefly. After that, I wandered around for a while but the place was getting too crowded. I went to take a shower and found two guys fooling around. They both had thick cocks with big mushroom heads. As I was showering, I caught the eye of one of the two guys. He was a little beefy for my taste, but he had a nice thick pelt of dark fur and a cute face. The other guy moved on, so I brought him back to my room. We took turns sucking each other’s cocks and he eventually told me that he was getting close. I asked him where he wanted to cum and he said, “I want to cum all over your chest.” He stood over me on the bed and shot a decent-sized load on me. He offered me his towel to clean myself off, but I said, “No, that’s okay. I kind of like the feel of it.” He looked at me like I had two heads, then smiled and left. That ended kind of boring, so I scooped up his sperm and fingered it into my ass. Not much was going on after that, so I decided I would get off with someone and leave. I met a guy in his late 20s to early 30s in the steam room and brought him back to my room. I’m not usually into younger guys, but he had some nice tattoos and a cute ass. We played around for a while and then I made it obvious that I was after his butt. I asked him if he wanted to sit on my cock. It took a little coaxing, but after a generous supply of lube he was riding me bare. I was getting off on the thought of breeding his little butt, when he said he wanted to take a break. After that, I walked around and noticed a guy in his room who I’ve fucked a few times before. He’s a little older with a handsome face, a nice hairy chest and an Italian accent. I walked into his room and he immediately started sucking my dick. He knew what I wanted, so there wasn’t a need for words. Then he knelt over his bed and gave me his ass. I slid my cock in and, after a few thrusts, his hole started leaking what I’m pretty sure was a few loads from the night. I fucked him for about 10 minutes and talked dirty to him, which he liked. When I said that I was getting close, he bucked his ass harder onto my cock and begged me for my load. We picked up some speed and then I shot a huge load up his ass. He said that he could feel the heat of my sperm inside him. As I left his room, he thanked me. I showered, changed into my clothes, grabbed my things and left.
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Visiting cumdump looking to take multiple loads during my visit. Staying at Capital Hilton. Open to 1-1 fun, but also have some fun lined up: - Attending MilkChocolateNYC event at Crew Club on Friday - Possibly attending cumunion event at Glorious Health Club on Saturday - Hosting a low key cumdump session at my hotel Sunday evening before NYE events Anyone else attending the crew club or cumunion events? If interested in breeding me otherwise, HMU on my bbrts profile NJsoccerking -
Me: Black Bear, 46yr, Salt and pepper hair, & bald Partner/Pig: White bear, 53yr, Gray, & Bald Normally I don't write or post about the experience with my partner, with respect to our relationship. But I think our latest experience is an exception to that rule. We haven’t been to the bathhouse together since before COVID, and had been avoiding going due to the risk till this weekend. With the holiday upon us, we decided to have an evening of debauchery there. Before leaving, I had my Piggy Partner put on his chain collar and cock cage. He presented his cage for me to lock it, and then kneeled for me to put his collar on. And then we were off. When we got there we had to wait for a room to come available. But we began the evening in the hot tub, where he began to massage my legs and back. As I had been at the gym earlier doing my Leg Day exercises. Which felt so good. (What I hadn’t noticed until later was my Pig, always walking behind me in deference to my Dominant position on this outing. He even informed me that they were looking on with envy of the situation.) We sat in the sauna for a bit, and then tried the steam room and couldn’t find a seat. So we checked out the dark area. By this time our room finally became available. After securing our stuff, we revisited the steam room and finally got a seat across from some guys enjoying a blowjob. My Pig reached over to feel my dick hardening, he then leaned over and began to blow me. At this point a crowd seemed to be forming around us and the other couple. Among these was a Latin guy who seemed very interested in us and quickly offered his uncut cock. Which I motioned for my Pig to start sucking. The Latin started making out with me, and then motioned for us to go have 3some. I checked for consent from Pig, who agreed. We returned to our room, where the Latin guy (who spoke little English) laid down on the bed, and My Pig returned to sucking him off. I climb on to his chest and trapped him under me. And offered him to start sucking me off. We stayed like this for a few minutes, but things shifted, as he wanted to fuck. I quickly found myself on all four with the Latin guy positioning me. Which quickly became a struggle to get him to slow down on entering me, as I don’t get to bottom as often as I like to. (Generally I get it from my Pig when I don’t have it in a cage.) Finally got them in properly, and he began to rough power fuck me. Before I had taken a break. He motioned My Pig into position on top of me, and he then began to fuck My Pig, in the same way (I said to my My Pig. “See why I said Slow down”). But soon he wanted my ass again. Rolling me onto my back and placing my legs on his shoulders, he re-entered me, and fuck away. This was better but still rough. My Pig leaned down and kissed me, and supportively as this assault on my hole continued. Soon the Latin guy slowed to a stop. I wasn’t certain if he had come in me, but he was done. He thanked us and left. My pig laid down next to me and snuggled me. I whispered to him, “ How were enjoying watching me get fucked?” He replied, “It’s hot, but I enjoy it more watching you fuck,” before kissing me again. After a little time to recover and enjoy our snuggle, we split up to wander around to see what we could find and enjoy. Before long I found him at the glory hole walkway, and positioned myself to receive another of his delightfully skilled blowjobs. Watching the happenings around us before reaching a point, I patted him on the head with a smile for his good service. And continuing on. It was likely 20 minutes later I found My Pig again, lying in the communal sling in the Dark area. Once there, I rubbed his feet and then his hole, which was eager to get fucked. Which I did, but the sling was set for someone much shorter than me. So this dance we were having with each other was to continue on as our evening connected. Before we returned to our room and snuggled again. This time with the door open and My Pig’s ass on full display for all those passing by. As we lay there, My Pig began to lick and nibble at my nipples. Soon I was hard and lightly stroked myself, as guys walked by. Before long, the Latin guy came back by, and entered. In his limited english, he asked if I could fuck him. I agreed and my My Pig shifted out of the way, and he climbed atop me and straddled me. Before sitting himself on my cock, and began to fuck himself and stroking along the way. My pig is rubbing my legs. This was a very different experience from earlier, as I know the disadvantage that can happen for a bottom, when dealing with an unaware top. He soon let out a moan and stopped as I noticed some white at the end of cock in the low light. ( A response that I know other bottoms have had when I’ve been in the right space to stay hard for the fuck.) He thanked us and left. I had yet to climax. My pig closed the door and returned to snuggle. As we laid there, this experience we just had thinking. Before long I asked My Pig to come with me and help with me trying to fuck some one else again, but with more support. I led My Pig to this bottom’s (Latin also) room I had noticed earlier, whose ass had this nice hairiness to it. I climbed on top of the bottom and began to enter him, as I pulled My pig to start nibbling roughly on my nipples. The Bottom quickly began to moan and say “Yes” as I fucked his hole. Sweat was forming and dripping from me. The Bottom was moaning more as he enjoyed this fuck. I was growing closer to climaxing. Another guy entered the room and said “let me eat the load out of you when you're done.” A few moments later I finally released the load that I had into the Bottom. As the new guy told him to clamp down. I slid out as he moved to eat the load of him. I slipped off to the shower and then returned to the room. Before snuggling some more with My Pig. I soon felt sleepy. So I slapped his ass, and told him to go out and get a few loads in that ass. He laughed and left. I dozed for a while. I have no idea how much time had passed before My Pig returned, and joined me on the bed. He confirmed that he got a load, so we fell asleep together. Sometime later we woke up, and My Pig began to sniff at my pits, and run his hands across my nipples again. I responded back with some of the rough play that I know he likes. As this back and forth continued between us, it just heightened the desire that exists between us. I glanced at the mirror in the room, and then said to him, “I know how much you like watching me fuck. Especially when the one I’m fucking is you. This time you can do that in the mirror, while others can watch from the door.” We opened the door to the room, and My Pig rolled onto his side, as I entered his loaded hole, to remind him of who owns that hole, and how has fucked it more often than anyone. I don’t know how much time had passed, before I felt what I thought was my Pigs hand on my chest. I opened my eyes from the blissed-out fuck to see a (latin Bear) in the room and asking to getting fucked too. We tried to form a train, but it didn’t work. He exited and I returned to fucking My Pig, His moan of pleasure of watching himself get fucked filled my ears again, as I fell into the bliss of fucking. Before once more another hand was once again at my nipple teasing it. Another (latin) man was there admiring us, before leaving. The sweat just dripped off me. My Pig shifted and opened his mouth, catching my sweat as it dripped off me into his mouth. Once I was slipping into bliss. Before once more I was suddenly aware of someone standing in the room who praised us, and smiled. I blinked and panted as they did, then he left as well. I turned to my My Pig and said, it’s nice to get the attention, but it's getting in the way. I shifted my foot and closed the door, and returned to fucking, and blissing out. Soon it became clear to me this wasn’t a fuck to ruin his hole, or to have the massive climax. This was a fuck to enjoy the experience of feeling, motion, and heat of each other. To be lost in that bliss of the moment and the connection we have for each other. The sweat just flowed off me as I soon filled his hole with my second load of the evening. And the love I feel for him, in the most physical way I could, and that I haven’t had with anyone else in my life. Love ya Piggy.
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I went to the sauna last night. It was a little slow at first. I was fucked by a guy I hadn't seen in ages, but he didn't want to cum so early in the evening. Then I went into the dark room and walked in on an orgy of four or five. I could barely make them out, but the one nearest me had a thick cock, which I chowed down on for a while. I turned and backed onto it. He slid in me with a grunt of pleasure and fucked me till he shot with a loud gasp. He sat on a bench, and I lay next to him. "Was that dirty cum?" "Yeah," he chuckled. "Really dirty!" I followed him outside. His torso was covered with purple blotches. Later, I found him in the dark room again laying on a bench. As I sucked him, an Asian dude followed by a big bear wandered in. The Asian inched over and tentatively touched my ass. I pulled apart my ass cheeks, and he slid a surprisingly long cock up my mancunt. He fucked me while the bear egged him on. "Fuck that ass! Give the fucker what he deserves. He got it cumin'." The Asian got even more aroused. "Yeah, Man! I'm one Dirty Slut. So gimme all ya got!" That really turned him on. He spilt a heavy load into my ass. "You poz?" I really didn't even have to ask. He grunted and left. The bear climbed on top of me, his short, stubby cock sliding up my butt. "I'm going to give you my very special seed." "What's so special ‘bout it?" "It’ll grow on ya. You’ll learn to love it." "You gonna poz me?" "You want it, doncha?” he asked rhetorically, snaking his poison rod up my ass. "Yeah," I muttered. "I really do." I don't know whether he heard me or not cause he did nothing to acknowledge my confession. I took a hit of my Poppers, and heard a low growl as his toxic spooge flooded my cunt. I kissed him, and he said he'd do me again before he left. I needed a break and made out with an old guy I'd seen there before. Great cock, but he was impotent. After coffee, I climbed into the sling. The same old bear sat on the bench across from me transfixed by my cummy gaping pussy. We talked of pozzing both the willing and the unsuspecting. All's fair in love and war. He came over and slid his turgid tool up my mancunt once again. "FUCK ME!" I pleaded. He grinned. "Oh, yeah? You wanna leave here with two bug doses?" "More if I can manage." He fucked me with deliberate concentration. Our souls seemed to bore into each other as he shot up my ass. "Five notches in my belt," he said. I didn’t understand. "Five confirmed conversions. You'll be number six." When he was satisfied the bug had permeated my innards, he pulled out. We kissed. He left. I went back to the dark room and lay down. A big guy came in and looked down at me. He was very nervous and sweaty. He left momentarily, then returned. I got on my knees and offered him my squishy pussy. He fumbled with his towel and slid in me, cumming prematurely. "Sorry," he mumbled. I stood up and kissed him. "No sweat. That felt hot. Are you poz?" He hesitated. "How'd you know?" "Just an inkling. Seems like everyone who's fucked me here tonight is poz."
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How do you feel about transgender men in places like bathhouses and male-only swinger’s clubs?
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Ben was so high - and so stretched from getting fucked - that i didn't even bother with FF foreplay. i just grabbed a ball of crisco from the nearby can, pumped some j-lube in my palm and smeared the slimy mixture all over my hands. Ben still had his eyes closed - enjoying the warm buzz of his latest smoke. i folded my right hand into a small tube - my thumb surrounded by four fingertips. His hole was pulsing in and out - slowly - like it was begging to be filled. As soon as my fingertips hit the purple muscle, it opened like a flower - or some alien pod... Ben's legs spread slightly, signaling his slutty desire. In one steady push, my whole hand slid into his burning fuckhole!!! (and i have really big hands!) Something between a growl and a purr emanated from Ben's throat, as he opened his eyes and grinned. "Fuck! You Texas boys don't stop, do you?" he managed. "Not unless the building's on fire." I chuckled. "Then we just move to the parking lot," I added. "Open the door," Ben said. "I want the whole place to see this!" i tried turning the doorknob, but my hand was covered with so much lube and crisco that i couldn't get a grip. "Here," Ben said, tearing off a sheet from the roll of paper towels he'd brought. One hand in his ass, and the other on the doorknob - i finally got it open! A rush of cool air from the hallway blew in the room, making us realize how much heat we'd generated - two sweaty, chemmed-up, sexpigs goin' at it! With Ben impaled on my fist, i slowly turned him around so that guys walking by would get a good view of his hole being stretched. i now had my back toward the door, so i was dependent on the mirror to see any activity in the hall. "MMMMmmmmmmm," Ben sighed. "Pull out for a sec. I wanna see if i'm still clean." i slowly exited his bowel, my hand ringed by a dark purple ruffle of muscle - finally opening into the bright red rosebud of his prolapse. "Fuuuccckkkk!" a voice behind me gasped. I looked up to see the reflection in the mirror. It was Trent - a young guy I'd played with a while back. Trent has an incredibly thick, uncut cock, and loves to fuck. When i first met him (at the baths), he was a young twenty-something - in decent shape. Now - a couple of years later - Trent had packed on another 20 lbs. of muscle, and was definitely - - - a MAN!!!! "Am I clean?" I heard Ben ask, caught up in his own world. "Crystal clean, i'd say," i replied, holding my hand up to the light from the hallway. It was covered in a mix of clear and white goo - J-Lube and crisco - but absolutely no shit or blood. "You had your whole hand inside him?" Trent said from behind. My chem-addled brain was having trouble with these two conversations at the same time... "Uh - - - yeah," i managed to get out. "Come on in, man," i spoke to the image in the mirror. "Trent - Ben - - - Ben - Trent," i said. "There - now everybody knows everybody," i said, rolling my eyes. "That was sooo fucking hot, dude!" Trent said, dropping his towel and tossing it on the plastic chair. He was wearing a thick leather cockring and leather ballstretcher, and had a biohazard tattoo midway between his navel and cock. (Things had changed from the sweet, curious corn-fed beefboy i'd met years back.) His foreskin hung down from his semi hard meat - not because he was soft - but because it'd obviously been played with - roughly, and a lot!!! "Mind if I watch?" Trent asked, lazily stroking his meat. "No," Ben and i answered in unison. "Just gettin' opened up for some big dick!" Ben added, unashamedly staring at Trent's meat. i slid the fingers of my left hand into Ben's ass, palm up, and formed a type of funnel. then, with my right hand, i grabbed the J-Lube bottle and squeezed several big globs of the gooey lube onto my palm and let it run down into his gape. Trent was half kneeling-half sitting on the edge of the bed, thoroughly mesmerized by what was going on. i handed the J-Lube bottle to him, and then slid my right hand deep into Ben's hole. "MMMMMMmmmmmmmm!!!" Ben growled, his eyes rolling back into his head. "That's fucking hot as shit!" Trent responded, squirting some lube into his palm, and slicking up his growing tool.
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I dropped in at the Baths on my way home from work. I planned to get sucked and maybe fuck a little. I was 90% Top. Due to my size (6'4", 220 lbs), guys tended to get overwhelmed when I engulfed them. The guys I attracted, or was attracted to, were straight-acting Bottoms, frequently married or Bi, who had little experience dealing with a guy like myself-who dwarfed them in size, overpowered them, and used their Asses for my satisfaction. Anyway, I made eye-contact with an Italian Hunk. He pursued me into the Maze where we connected. What surprised me was that he was not interested in my Cock. On the contrary, he went straight for my Ass. massaging it beneath my towel. Before I knew it, the towel fell to the floor; and he'd maneuvered behind me. I wasn't about to get screwed by him or any other guy; but momentarily humored him, and let him explore my Ass Crack. That excited him and the others who were watching. 'What's this?' I agonized. 'Screw Me Day?' They all seemed to want the same thing, but no way was I going to whore out my Butt to that group of guys. I must admit one of them, a Black Dude with a nice long, thick Cock, turned me on. And when I split, he followed me to the Sauna. We started fooling around. It didn't take long for me to conclude that he, too, wanted my Pussy. After he made a few overt passes, I called it quits and took a hike. After I'd circled the halls several times, I ran into the Black Dude again, accompanied by his Latino Pal. "God, I need to be fucked," spouted Miguel. He sure did have a sweet Ass, and I volunteered to service it for him. The three of us headed to their room. I started to fuck the Hispanic and the Black climbed on my back. As I gave way, the Latino ducked out from under me, grabbed his towel, and vamoosed. That left the two of us alone in the room on the bunk, the Black's Cock poised at my Cunt. I realized I'd been duped by the two. Their real intent had been to get me fucked. The Black plowed my Hole. In my compromised position, I could barely resist. Actually I didn't try very hard. Considering my earlier experiences, I'd become somewhat resolved. He slid in and out and yodeled he was gonna shoot. Afterward I was on the commode when they came in the john. "You breed his Ass?" "Like takin' candy from a baby," the Black replied. "And did you POZ his Cunt?" "All I know is that Whitey's walkin' around with the biggest, badest Load of Bug Juice this Dude's ever shot." POZ me? Bug Juice? I blanched and sat stone still till they left. I was stunned. Sure, it was bound to happen. But what the hell, I was a Top! Tops aren't supposed to get POZZED; but I feared my day of reckoning had cum. Of course, one POZ Fuck doesn't spell HIV. Lots of guys bottom for years and never get the Bug. In a daze I stumbled back to the Maze. And who was waiting for me there, but the Italian I'd met early on. Only now, stretched and lubed courtesy of one Long Black Dong, I was easy pickings for the European's Manmeat. He slid right into me, no questions asked, and in no time shot up my Ass. Again we'd gained an audience; and again, the key attraction was my Butt. When he withdrew, another to took his place-then another-and another. Overall, I took half a dozen Loads that afternoon. I began to think, 'Why not?' If I had the Virus up my Ass, it'd be self-serving to keep it to myself. Yeah, sure, they could have acerbated things by grinding the POZ Stew into my Ass Walls, but, then again, I suspected my days as a NEG TOP were numbered. So since I already had the Virus in me, I took off to see how the Bottom half lived.
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Note: This is along the lines of the post in the main blog of "How Gay Teens Become HIV+" - I found it out on the 'net, I suspect it's true, but don't know for sure... _______________________ I don't know if this event was what got me poz, but it'd be hard to imagine it didn't. I've been a bb slut for awhile, yet somehow had managed to keep testing neg. I can't say I was a chaser because I was still fooling myself with "Are you clean?" questions and "neg only" requests when hooking up with guys online. But the fact of the matter is I'd take about any load I could get, and practically never asked anyone to put on a condom. I craved getting cum inside me and was constantly desperate for it, cruising hookup sites and bb sites finding the next hot cock to dump some cum in to me. Like I said, though, I kept testing neg and had even convinced myself that i must have had some kind of special trait that'd keep me that way despite what a slut I was. And it wasn't hard for me to be a slut. I was 21, goodlooking, masculine, and popular. If I went to a party or out to a club, I'd be able to point out at least a dozen guys I'd fucked - all 18-23 and hot themselves - and chances are each of them had shot his load in me. No one ever brought up condoms. I think young guys like me just figured we were all neg together and had nothing to worry about. On a weekly basis I'd probably take 4-5 loads because I not only had a cell fone address book packed with hot young guys that'd come over at a moments notice to fuck, but also would be able to find total strangers and new tricks online within a few minutes of logging in to whatever site I chose to be a slut on that day. I don't say this to sound stuckup, and stared at this paragraph for awhile thinking that it really does make me sound like an ass. That's not what I want to do, but I'm just trying to put things in perspective to put the whole story in context. I find every manner of guy hot, and it's really attitude that matters to me most, especially when it comes to taking a load. But I guess I just ended up being born with a look that a lot of guys want and go for. I should point out, I am vers. And because I'm so "straight acting" most guys thought I was a total top (haha). If it was an 18 to 23yo I had over that night, I'd likely end fucking them for sure. Those twinks always wanted my thick dick deep up inside them. And, again, they never asked about condoms. But what a lot of these guys didn't know was that, despite my "total top" exterior and demeanor and the fact that I truly did love fucking the hell out of them and pumping my load inside them, I also craved cock in my hole on a constant basis. And whereas I was pretty strict about only fucking hot young guys, I didn't discriminate at all about who I took loads from because it was the load, alone, that mattered to me. Older, young, fat, skinny, black, white, hairy, smooth - if I was in the mood for a load, I'd take it from them all. I'd gone on a trip and whenever I was in a new town, I always took advantage of all the fresh meat (to me, at least) around that offered up good prospects. In this particular town, I had no problem finding it at all. My first night there, I met a 21yo online with a huge cock that came over to my hotel room. He kept telling me how much he wanted me to fuck him, but I told him I was having one of my "rare bottoming urges" (hehehe) and he fell for it. We went in to the big standup shower in the room, where this tall, lanky, young blond with at least 9 thick inches proceeded to eat out my ass and then, with just his spit and the shower water as lube, slid his cock in and fucked me silly. God how I loved big twink dick. What I love just as much as cock in me is seeing the look on the face of a hot young guy as he slides his dick in to me with no lube (how I prefer it). They're always so blown away and turned on by the fact that I'm taking it so easy. I'm tight, mind you, but with an incredible pain threshhold so more than happy to get through those first few minutes of searing pain knowing there's a ton of cum waiting for me. So many guys my age are so repressed sexually that it's hot as hell seeing how they react when something happens that blows them away, yet that they've secretly always wanted or can't help but be turned on by. Raw, lube-less fucking is one of those things. Seeing a masculine, fratboy type taking their bare cock up their hole is one of those things. Having that fratboy also fuck them raw is one of those things as well. This young hottie didn't last long, as I stood there under the cascading shower water, leaning slightly forward, ass pushed back with his dick deep up in it. "I'm gonna cum" he said. I think that's the universal, "closet barebacker's" code to see whether you want them to pull out or keep going. They feel like they have to let you know they're going to shoot, and often freeze up and slow down expecting you to pull off their dick or push them away so that they don't shoot inside you. That's not how I am, though. I reached back with both arms, grabbed his hips, and pulled him to me tighter. That's all he needed to thrust as deep as he could go and shoot his load up in me. He had a blast, I had a blast, and I sure as hell hope that hottie couldn't help but realize just how fucking hot bb sex is and never looked back. The next night was much of the same, except with two young hotties (not at the same time, though). The first was a 19yo who was also visiting town and came over from his hotel. I dumped a load deep up in him as I fucked him silly on the bed. He shot his wad while I fucked him, though, so I found another young guy later that night to top me. The second guy was 19 as well, and had this nerdy look to him that I love. Tall, glasses, skinny (though not the huge cock you hope to find on a tall, skinny guy. A nice 7 inches nonetheless, though). He pulled another one of those routines that I suspect is like a subtle hint at whether or not we'll end up barebacking. "Got lube and stuff?" he asked in the instant message before heading over. "And stuff". hehe. Hinting at condoms, but purposefully not saying the word. "Lube, yeah." I said. "Ok cool." he responded, and that was that. Once at my hotel, we sat around and talked for awhile before he couldn't hold back any longer and got between my knees, undid my jeans, and swallowed my cock. We made our way to the bed, where I put him on his back, got on top of him, and rubbed our cocks together while we kissed. Eventually his dick founds its way between my asscheeks, but not yet inside my hole. I moved my ass up and down on his cock and eventually his head was poking at my hole. "Got the stuff?" he asked. A bit hesitantly, but trying to hide the disappointment, I reached in to the nightstand where I'd put the lube and condoms earlier (yes, I had some... just for the hell of it... and they help to disarm someone and make them think you're as clean and proper as can be hehe) and set them on the bed next to him, then kept rubbing his cock with my ass cheeks. He reached over and grabbed the lube, putting some on to his cock. Notice... he didn't grab the condoms. Thinking I was going to get his raw dick in me, we ended up making out some more instead. He kept poking his cock at my hole, but never quite pushing it in. Most of the lube had dried up by now, but he had a ton of precum in its place. Still poking, still no condoms. He secretly wanted to fuck me raw, I knew it. But he didn't want to say so or try anything he thought would scare me away. I also didn't want to be too forward, enjoying the little game we were playing and enjoying knowing that he was lusting after some raw ass yet afraid to come out and say it. Eventually, though, he kept getting just the tip of his dick in to my hole and I would only moan and whimper in pleasure instead of stopping him to put on a rubber. That's what he needed to proceed, and the next time the tip got in, he thrust up and I thrust down and he was deep inside me, bare all the way. With our little "Does this guy want it bb!?" game over and the answer obvious, the fucking could really begin. I rode him like silly and all he could do was lay back, mouth hanging open, eyes wide open, panting heavily while his dick slid in and out of me. He lasted a little longer than the other guys, which was fine by me. Eventually, though, he pulled the usual "I'm close!" and instead of pulling off, I pushed down even harder and started riding him even faster. "Where do I cum?!" he asked. "Where do you want to?" I said back. He didn't answer with words, but instead bucked his hips up and let out a howl as he shot in me. Another young stud's seed in my hole! We promised to keep in touch (which we did) and he went on his way. With his load in me, I got back on the computer feeling extra slutty and wondering if I could get any more. The thought of inviting a neverending train of guys over to seed me throughout the night and in to the morning hours was incredibly appealing, but I was so fired up that I wanted even more. I searched around online to find the bathhouse each big city inevitably has, and found out there was one not far from my hotel. It was about 11pm on a Saturday night, so part of me wondered whether I should even bother. I prefer getting a room (as opposed to just lockers) at these places, and I suspected they'd all be taken by this time. I was too horny and cumhungry to change my mind, though, and so got dressed and headed out - one young hotties load still in my hole and ready for more. There was no denying what I was in for. The reason I love bathhouses so much was because of all the anonymous, public sex you could get in to. Sure, it's always fun going to a bathhouse and finding some other hot young guys to hook up with in either their room or yours. But what's even more fun is finding a dark corner (or a maze or orgy room, if the place has it) and having sex where others could watch and even join in. I wanted even more than that this time, though. I wanted to not only be seen, but be remembered. Be seen as a total slut and just blow people away. I wanted to suck every cock put in front of me and get fucked by any guy who wanted to fuck me - all in a public area of the bathhouse. From what I read about this particular place online, it was perfect for that. There was a dark room in it with a "cocksuckers pit", where you would enter and either go to the lower part to suck cock or the upper part to get sucked. The guys in the upper part were standing on an elevated floor so there cocks were at face level to anyone in the lower part, with just a narrow opening to stick their dicks thru. Perfect! Anonymous and naughty! Once I got to the bathhouse and entered the door, the guy behind the window looked way too happy to see me. He was actually a hot guy, about 30 or so, and smiled the whole time he took my ID and money to let me in. Thankfully, they did have a couple rooms available but by the looks of the parking lot this place would still be packed. Hopefully everyone inside was cruising and playing, as opposed to hiding away in their rooms being antisocial and getting high (happens way too much at these places). I don't do any drugs and am just naturally a slut As soon as I got to my room adn got in to my towel, I headed out to find the room with the suck pit. While looking around, I was getting cruised pretty heavy. I got groped a few times, a couple guys tried to motion me in to their rooms, but I wasn't looking for any private fun. The pit room was what I wanted and so that's all I cared about. A few of these guys started to follow me as I made my way around and finally found the room. You could tell they were excited when I went inside it, as they were able to tell I was willing to play and not be shy about it at all. I went to the upper level because I figured letting some stranger suck my cock for a bit would be a good clue to everyone else that I was horny and ready. It didn't take long, once I was up there, to see some eager faces through the narrow opening below following my every move and waiting to see what I'd do. Like I said, I was ready, and so got up to the partition, opened up the front of my towel, and stuck my hard dick thru. In a second, a wet mouth had swallowed it and started furiously sucking. In no more than a few seconds after that, two guys had come up behind me to watch and feel me up. That didn't take long! Already I had a mouth on my cock and two guys feeling me up. I liked this place already! In fact, it was all insanely fast paced from that point on. One of the guys feeling me up took my towel off and tossed it in a corner somewhere. Now, I was totally naked. In the dim light, the guys could see that I was young, and I think they really got fired up by that. I suspect these were also a couple of the guys that had followed me from the better-lit halls, so they already had a good idea of what I looked like. I was in heaven, being totally felt up and molested like this. The creaking stairs leading to the upper level let me know whenever a new guy arrived, as did the heavy breathing. It wasn't long before I had hands all over me, including at least a couple feeling up my ass. Soon, I also felt one of these guys running his fingers along my hole. My face was still pressed to the wall in front of me, my cock being sucked by some anonymous stranger in the pit below me. I couldn't see who was behind me, and had no idea what any of them looked like. All I knew was that I was going to let them do anything and everything they wanted to do to me. Fuck me is what one of them obviously wanted, he got behind me and started rubbing his dick against my hole. I pushed my ass back a bit, giving him teh green light. At first, the guy sucking my cock below me (not sure if it was the same guy that started or a different one by now) seemed disappointed by this, as it caused me to pull my dick away from him a bit. But once he realized he had a front row seat to an impending raw fuck, he reached both arms thru the opening, grabbed my ass cheeks, and spread them. Alternating between rubbing his cock against my hole and fingering my ass now, the stranger behind be leaned forward to whisper in to my ear. "Is that a load inside you already?" he asked, noticing the cum from the young hottie that had fucked me earlier that night. "Yeah" I said. "Fuck yeah, boy" he responded. With that, he knew he had a young guy ready and willing to take it raw and take a load. That was his cue, and he pushed his bare dick up my hole and made me yelp. I was loving this... though I couldn't see any of them and was purposefully looking straight ahead at the black wall in front of me, I could tell there were likely 5-6 guys around me (on the upper level), each one now fully aware I'd not only taken a load earlier that night but now had a raw dick in me right now. With random hands feeling me up all over and occasionally one of them feeling around my hole and the top's cock to confirm I was taking it bare, I was getting fucked good by this stranger. I was in a haze now, not high but just totally horny and wanting everything these guys had to offer. This dude was fucking me good, and though he didn't announce it beforehand his quickened pace and thrusts, as well as gasps and groans, let everyone know he'd just shot his load in me. He pulled out, and his dick was immediately replaced by a couple fingers feeling for the cum that was inside me. Soon, the fingers were replaced by another cock as a different, total stranger got behind me and slid his dick in. Standing up, with two loads in me and a 3rd cock fucking me, the cum started to leak out of my hole and I'd occasionally feel guys running their fingers and hands around my inner thighs to feel the cum as it leaked out. It was like they were driven in to a frenzy by this, seeing that such a young guy was taking it raw in the midst of them. The cocks just kept coming, and guys just kept pumping me full. I seriously have no idea how many guys ended up fucking me, and I also have no idea what any of them looked like. I made it a point to keep facing forward, eyes closed, ass out, inviting anyone and everyone to use my hole. All throughout, guys would finger my ass after a last spent cock was pulled out. They were blown away by the noises all that cum oozing out of my ass was making. I kept hearing new guys coming up the stairs and the whispers of everyone around me. "Is he taking it raw?" "How many loads has he taken?!" "Is he high?" "Have you fucked him yet?" "Can anyone fuck him?" I wasn't saying a word, and really no one was even talking to me. It was all too hot - hearing them all talk about me like that, but not talking to me. They were all gathered around using me as a piece of meat and that's just how I wanted it. Soon, though, a guy did speak to me. He sounded latin, and despite the fact that I'd gotten fucked by countless cocks before him, when he rammed his in to me I thought I was going to pass out. This guy was huge, and I was not ready for it! I couldn't believe that despite having a hole soaking wet full of cum and having taken a whole bunch of dicks before his, it felt like he was splitting me apart. In most other circumstances, I would have told him to take it easy. In fact, I think he was all too used to having guys tell him to take it easy. He just figured that since I'd proven myself such a slut, he'd finally found a young guy that'd eagerly take that huge cock of his without complaining. I didn't want to disappoint my audience, though, and so didn't complain. I just took it. I moaned, I whimpered, I groaned, and I panted. I practically yelled out with each powerful thrust of his. But I made it a point to make my noises sound pleasureable instead of painful, and that drove him on to fuck the living hell out of me. I'd been pretty quiet before this guy, but I couldn't help be the loudest bottom you've ever heard as he slammed me hard. When he'd pull out, it felt like my whole body was being emptied. When he pushed in, it just never stopped. He was hitting parts of me I'd never had hit before, and my knees were going weak and I almost couldn't take it anymore. I'm not going to lie... this guy was tearing me up. I really was considering begging him to stop. It got to the point where it was honestly not feeling good anymore. His cock was too much, and he was being way too brutal with it. The only thing that kept me going was knowing there were so many guys standing around watching, and knowing how turned on they must all be by the spectacle. I was fighting to take it, but barely hanging on. "You slut!" this big-dicked latin stud said. He started going off with the dirty talk. "You like all these loads, boy?" "You love cock, don't you?" All I'd do was moan my responses, not having said an actual word since I'd entered the bathhouse. "Want my cum?" he asked. I moaned an affirmative, but that wasn't enough for him. "Answer me! Tell me you want it." he demanded. That brought dirty talk out of a bunch of the other strangers around me. "Beg for his load, boy" "Tell him you want it" "Beg!!" I kept hearing. "Give it to me! I need it!" I finally yelled out between gasps. "Yeah?! You do?!" he shot back. "Yes! Cum in me! Please!" I wailed. "You want me to breed you?!" "Yes, I do!" "Badly?!" "Yes, please!!" "I'm going to breed you and be with you forever!" he said back. I didn't realize what that might have meant at the time, and am not even sure today if he was really saying what I now suspect he might have been. All I do know is that I said "DO IT!" back to him, and with a massive moan this horsehung latin stud slammed his dick in to me as deep as it would go, practically tearing me apart, and fired out a huge load. I could feel it pumping in to me. I know that's a stereotypical thing to say, but I really could. I could feel his cock pulsing, and it drove me wild. He kept shooting and shooting, his body convulsing behind me. He had his arms wrapped around me, his chest pressed to my back. Thank goodness he did, too, because it was about all that was keeping me on my feet. Eventually, he pulled out. "Good boy" he said, and he left. I was royally fucked and used, and I wasn't sure if I could take anymore. I was certain that guy had ripped my ass, and my legs were starting to cramp up. My hole was sloppy, and nothing was stopping all the cum from oozing out of me. But even if I wanted to go, I couldn't. Another guy had already taken the latin's place, and I was already getting fucked yet again. Eventually, I wasn't standing up against the wall anymore. I'd slid down to the floor and was lying on my stomach, ass up. I just couldn't stand anymore, but no one seemed to care. Guys would get get on top of me and start fucking me. Most came, though some only wanted to use my hole for awhile before moving on and seeing who else they could play with. Still hearing guys around me talk about me, their words kept me going. As exhausted as I was, I felt like I owed it to everyone to stay around and was feeling so slutty I didn't want to leave. "Goddamn, he's still here?!" "I think everyone in the place has fucked him." "Look at all that cum." "Can I fuck him next?" "This is the boy I told you about!" I either looked hot as hell on that floor - a young guy, totally used, cum all over my hole - or I just looked totally trashy haha. Who knows. Either way, guys kept coming in to fuck me. At some point, I could tell that a few of the guys around me had black tshirts and jeans on instead of just the white towels everyone else was in. I suspect these guys both worked at the place, as I'd noticed the staff all were wearing black tshirts and jeans. They all fucked me too, and I felt pretty proud of myself that the staff were leaving their posts or putting their work on hold to take a turn at my cumfilled ass. I could also tell some guys had taken pics of it all. The clicks and flashes of their camera phones made that obvious, but who knows if any of those pics turned out given how dark it was and how crappy cell fone cams can be. Again, I have no idea how many guys fucked me. I have no idea how many loads I took. A random guess? 30-40, but there's no real way to know. I didn't count, and it was impossible to tell who shot in me and who didn't and who came back for seconds or more. Likewise, I never really got a good look at any of them. I could tell some were skinny, I could tell some were old. I could tell some were hairy and others smooth. Some were old, for sure, and a few even seemed young. All races. All cocksizes. Some pierced, some not. I would have stayed there on that floor, or even gotten up against the wall again like I originally had been, but after awhile the new cocks stopped cumming as I suspect I'd gotten fucked by everyone there who wanted a piece. By now, just a few guys were still hovering around me, playing with my hole and talking to eachother about what I'd done. They even tried talking to me some, but I wasn't really being responsive. I didn't want to speak. I just wanted to be this moaning, vacant slut. I stayed there a little longer, thinking about whether I should get up and look for my towel but waited a bit because I didn't want to look around and catch a glimpse of any of the guys around me. I was loving the anonymity of it all, and wanted to keep it that way. After a bit, the guys started to venture off and I figured it was safe to pick myself up and move around. I spotted a couple towels on teh floor in the corner, and grabbed one. Like me, it was soaked in cum. Not wrapping it around me, I just held it in my hand and made my way back to my room. The stares I got as I walked through the hall were priceless. I felt like a celebrity, and since the halls were more brightly lit than the pit room I could actually see the guys around me and couldn't help but wonder which ones had dumped a load in me or watched it all or what. I got back to my room, closed the door, and wondered what to do next. Head back out for more? Cruise the halls? Jerk off? I decided I'd just head back to my hotel, with all those countless loads in me. I didn't even shower or anything, and just got dressed and left. The guy working at the front flashed me a huge smile as I walked passed him on the way out and said "Hope you had fun!" "I did!", I said back. Being as insatiably horny as I am, and still not having cum yet, I got online again as soon as I got back to my hotel room. By now it was about 5am. I found some college guy who was looking to get fucked, and invited him over. I fucked him that morning, and shot what must have been a seriously massive load deep up inside him. Again, no condoms. Not even a request for them or slightest mention of him. I wonder what he would have thought if he knew I'd taken dozens of loads in the hours leading up to shooting my own in him. About 2 months after this experience, back in my home town, I went to get tested. I tested positive. Funny enough, I was kind of surprised. Despite what I'd done that night, I still wasn't expecting a poz result because I'd managed to avoid one through all the bbing I'd done before. I'm actually more surpised I didn't get anything else that night - not a single other STD but HIV. In truth, who knows if that night was really what did it. It could have been some innocent looking, 18yo twink that did it. It could have been any of the random tricks I'd had, one-on-one or in small groups, apart from that bathhouse night. It could have been any of the guys I hooked up with while in that town or any of the others I've been to. Who knows. All I know is that I'm poz now, and not minding it one bit. I still fuck. I still get fucked. I still give loads and take loads. I still hook up with tons of young hotties, and still take loads from any and all manner of other kinds of guys. I've gotten fucked and taken loads through gloryholes, been to other bathhouses, been to wild parties and orgies, and most anything else you can imagine. And everytime I go to a club, I still spot tons of other guys I've been with. Some of them are likely poz now too. Some of them were likely poz before I was. Either way, there's not a raw load out there that I'll turn down, and I've also yet to find a hottie that won't take my own load. -
I don't think I'm going to follow up my first post of being some average at best attempt at a exposition dump containing no where near enough context or detail to really explain who I am. I just hope it might have drawn a little interest. So with this one I'm not going to to a predictable follow up being a story of my first sexual experience or first time fucking on drugs.. Well I'm gonna save those for somewhere down the road when I run out of other ideas. This post will be about what I am or rather what mindset I've gladly sunk into and my challenge to prove it to myself. It all culminated this past June, I was turning 41. Last year I very very badly tried to do a 40 loads on my 40th to great failure all do to me not really believing in the project, being lazy not really planning anything and very much not following through on it! Plus being very unrealistic with my odds of completing that. This year though I managed to schedule myself off for near 3 weeks vacation, I don't know how I managed that it kinda just fell together and I certainly never even intended for the second weekend to actually fall with Toronto pride. Honestly!! So it started on the 14 (my bday on the 18th) and I went back to work on the 29th....so I had 16 or so days to collect 41 loads, and single loads... so didn't count multi cummers. I started out strong the first weekend with a near 24 hour stay at the bathhouse down the street with 11 loads and got the tally up to 21 a day or 2 before pride when disaster struck and because of some poor judgement and some misunderstanding I was ripped off for about 400 by someone getting me the supplies for the weekend. He later made good on it but unfortunately the damage was done I was broke for the rest of my vacation and no tina!! I really was upset that not only was my vacation ruined but for the rest of the year essentially as I burned out almost all my remaining vacation for this. I normally do. I still had like 7 days left too of vacation....sitting around sober, coming down, pennyless. I came down in a really big funk and depression I had all but given up on the whole endeavour. Things did turn a bit, my source came back on the grid explained what happened and more than made up for what was materially lost. Well in product anyway still had no cash. I some how through a stroke of luck started to talking to someone whom I hadn't in awhile and always had a special interest in going to a bathhouse for the first time with me as long as he could whore me out. So this was it pride was over but still had the Canada day long weekend. So he said he's pay for the bathhouse if I supplied the favs. Which I have no problem doing for a friend anyway but this just made it even better! With one shot, one chance I worked out in only the way I do, with near military precision as to timing and procedure the where what and when of everything. Got a bit more cash that I could get my ass into Toronto and off went. I couldn't wait so did a .2 just before getting on the train. Made it for a very tense long ride but a fun on however I tried and tried to get a hold of my friend and nothing....I got into Toronto gave my friend the benifit of the doubt and casually just walked up to church and Wellsely on the Friday at 6pm. My Grindr was lit up with interest but no sign of the person I needed. That depression settled in slowly again as the heat of the day and sweat covering my body wore on me. I wasted my time again...what the fuck....was all I thought. I was downtown though, I couldn't afford the bathhouse but surely someone could host. Ha, fucking grindr! Ghost after ghost...the sun started to go down and I had been walking around for a long while actually being stood up like meters from the doors to dude's apartment buildings. Now i was so disheartend...I had just that friday night and Saturday till midnight to get 20 loads. I cut it at midnight cuz i worked sunday morning at 9am. Now angry, frustrated and upset from being stood up like that I was committed to just tucking my tail and heading back to the go when I looked at my dying phone and saw a squirt msg. Finally my friend purfusely apologising and a work thing trapped him and wouldn't be able to make it. It was like 930pm, i wasn't even going to respond when an email came in and was from my friend with another msg saying that he really was sorry for letting me down and a link....a etransfer for 100 bucks with instructions to finish my challenge. I called him immediately and he just said he couldn't talk but to tell him about it later. I don't like accepting hand outs at all and will do near anything to avoid asking for favours especially the money type. I don't feel good taking hand outs.This time though was different and he genuinely want this for me so I agreed. For me and personal challenges I'm kinda whatever on, I complete them woohoo, if not, meh. But when its for someone else or someone challenges me is where my focus, aggressive side comes into, despite of me being a quiet shy bottom. When this puppy gets determined on a goal I will do my damnedest to see it through no matter what I have to do. So i poured myself into steam works with the sling room and hurriedly stored my stuff and when on the shower/recon of the place which by that time I was basically sober so I didn't stay in that mode long before I rushed back to my room and lined up a .7 shot and after some frustrating misses I managed to calm down enough to get the register and down the plunger when and down to the dark maze I went and luckily my favourite of all the spots was open the mirrored room with the fuck bench I cleared my throat to make sure to draw some attention, it took a few drawn out seconds of me not being able to keep my whimpers and huffs quiet cuz I was fucking high before I was plugged by this very nice veiny uncut dick whom fucked just hard enough and busted in a timely manner giving me ample lube for the next 4 loads to be inserted. I eventually got sore and had to stretch my legs out and swayed my tweaked out ass along the halls with not much in the way of interesting targets. Slowly as the night progressed after getting 7 would have kept going there but you know that point where yer in such close quarters with someone everything else do become annoying? Well that was like everyone at Steamworks after I basically memorised and could literally predict everyone's movements before they made them. It's funny how very few patterns humans actually have when you really look. Anyway I was just getting annoyed with dealing with the crap there and getting creeped out by a couple others. So rather than start a fight I looked at my bank account and the time. It was like 2am so wasn't going home and I just barely had enough to get into Spa Excess. I packed up, hit another shot of t and left without a second thought and walked down and managed to get THE very last room in the entire place....TO be honest it wasn't much better. Yeah I was tired, spun, hungry and dehydrated but it was also a full moon Friday which brought out all the gems of society. I passed along the night and made way back home with one non sexual activity stop which I had no idea there was an airsoft shooting range right at the corner in the village! super cool and really helped work off some frustration. Shot pretty friggin' good as well. Anyway I got back home around 4pm plenty of time to get the last......I fell a sleep within 15 mins of sitting down and didn't wake up till 5am So to wrap this up....I failed my challenge.....out of 41 target loads....I only got 30....in 15 days. I was upset i didn't complete it cuz the situations that prevented me from the big oportunity days were because of me being fucked over so not fair. However....30 loads in 15 days essentially 5 of those were all cuz of the bad deals. I consider that a fuckin win for my slut pride? What do you think??
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"Now That's a Nice Cock"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Indianapolis—July, 2022 On my final day off, right at the end of the month, I did the lunchtime bathhouse routine again. It was an interesting mix of men… I am ditching my clothes in the locker. A larger man , around my age, is watching me change and not the four screens of porn he thought he’d be watching. He has a skin tone that is the color of strong black coffee with a very large dollop of cream mixed through it. Gorgeous. I go over, toss my towel on the couch and sit next to him. My cock emerges from the jock—and his hand is on me, moments later. “Now that’s a nice cock,” he murmurs. “May I suck it?” “Sure.” He leans over and gets the head in his wet mouth. Honestly, it’s a horrible angle. I disengage and stand in front of him. He can lean in and suck me down. And the blow job goes from horrid to heavenly. He has a fat tongue that can’t stop lapping at my piss slit and that spot right under the glans. His own fat dick emerges from the folds of his towel as he sucks me. I step in, and lift my cock—presenting him with my balls for full treatment with that hot tongue. He gives it, groaning at the smell of them. Finally, he sits back to catch his breath. I go to my knees and return the favor to his beer can cock. “Damn, you suck dick?” He seems genuinely surprised. Soon enough he revises it to, “Man, can you suck…” I go for his balls. He squirms. And pants “I’m going to shoot.” I make it back up to catch the entire massive load… I go up to the third floor. Not many men are about. I note that the guy in the dark room is back—the one I’d met at the glory hole and bred in his room. We nod to each other as I pass. I settle in the small TV room with the comfortable couch. The porn is good. I stroke, waiting to see who will find me next. A white guy, likely mid 50’s steps into the room. He is fairly trim and sporting a super hard Viagra dick. We nod to each other. He doesn’t sit. He kneels and takes me in his mouth. He moans the moment he tries to take my entire length. He manages half of me the first time. Three-quarters, the next. He come up for air. “Damn, that’s nice.” He takes a deep breath and pushes himself to get every last inch. And makes it, his nose buried in my reddish bush. He comes up well pleased with himself. “I really want you in my ass, but I don’t know if I can take you.” We decide he should sit on it—to be in control. He gets me wet again as he fingers lube into his ass. He greases me too. He turns, and reaches behind to guide me in. My head slices him open. He stands and re-considers. He tries more lube and sits again. The same thing happens. “Let’s use the sling,” he suggests. We go down the hall. He leans into it, chest to webbing. I want to rim him but the lube has such a foul smell I can’t. I start into him. I get the head in. He pants. Another inch. “Out! Please!!” He’s all apologies. And I never see him again. * I am alone in the steam room. I have left the jock and boots in my locker—so naked but for my cock ring. I sit and relax in the dark back area. The steam starts up. I melt against the wall. The steam is thick today. I can’t see anything. I hear the door open. I hear the man walk towards me. He must sense I’m there, for he kneels, finds my knees and then my cock with his hand, sighs and begins to suck me. I can’t tell anything about him. I touch his head. He has short hair. I like his oral technique—but I really love how totally anonymous it is. He sucks me, faster and faster—hoping for the load. The steam kicks off. Instantly the man stops and leaves before the steam can thin and reveal who gave me such good head… * Last week a bear of a man was leaving as I arrived. He wanted me—and asked if I often came during the lunch hour. I told him I did. And here he is coming around the corner of the locker area as I put my boots back on. He invites me to his room, which is right on this floor. He has a towel thrown over the light, so the room is dim. He is Black, portly and furry, and younger than I am by a good 20 years. He gets me on the bed. Then moves between my splayed legs. “Let me get that cock of yours wet before we fuck.” He does. Yet another great mouth. I let him set his own pace—but do suggest he get my balls, too. He does—and then my taint. His tongue stops just at the top of my tight hole, before he licks all the back up and swallows my cock down. “I want to sit on that.” He greases me up and lowers himself down on me. He feels great—and it’s a hot site to see him impaling himself—but his legs can’t take it. I suggest he go doggy at the edge of the bed. I eat his big butt for a long time before I lube up and fuck into him. He yelps—but in a good way. He suddenly becomes really submissive. Giving me permission to use him however I want. To fuck him hard—to do anything to him. I pull out. “Clean my cock.” Suddenly ‘anything’ makes him pause. Then he does it. His tongue tentatively touches my dick. He groans like I have just given him something exquisite to eat. Has he never known the joys of ass to mouth? I go back to fucking. I pull out again. No telling him this time. He turns and dives for my ass flavored dick. He cleans me up. Every inch of my cock feels his tongue. But he’s over heating in the small room. He asks for a break. He share a kiss and I take off… * It’s time to go. I find the guy I loaded a few weeks ago in the dark room. He is there waiting on all fours. I kneel behind him and eat his used hole. “No loads,” he murmurs, “but I got dick.” I grunt, stand and say “You’re getting a load now. OK?” “Yes, Sir!” I don’t fuck for long before I give him what we both want. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Now That's a Nice Cock" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 1, 2022 -
This is the first part of my first story, so please leave feedback and enjoy! I'm not a native english speaker, so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes. Disclaimer: Everything in this story is fictional! This story contains mention of initial non-consent (turning into consent at the end), bareback sex, risky behavior and possible transmission of STIs (aka bugchasing). ========== The Sleazy Bathhouse Owner / Part 1 *** I've never thought of myself as a slut. To be honest, I only had a few sexual encounters in my life, namely a few guys I fucked or sucked off while I was in college. I recently finished my masters degree and got a decent job and my own apartment. I wouldn't call myself hot, but I've been told I look decent. Not to thin, some defined muscles from going to the gym occasionally, and a nice bubble butt. Recently I've been feeling increasingly horny in the evening, when I was home alone. Usually I just jerk off to some porn, but last night on my walk back home from work I noticed a run down bathhouse just a few blocks away from my apartment. I was so horned up from working until midnight that I just couldn't resist the urge to at least have a look around. What's the worst thing that could happen? I can look after myself and I've got some decent muscles from my workouts. I entered the rusty front door that was only lit by a dim street light nearby. As I entered I saw a small front desk and a guy behind it that was folding up towels. "Ah, come on in! You new here?", he asked. "Uhm... yeah. Just wanting to see whats going on, maybe visiting the steam room to relax." I felt like my voice sounded nervous, because I kind of was. "Since you're new here it's half price! Here is your towel. You're not allowed to wear anything else in the sauna area or the steam room. Socks, jockstraps and shoes are allowed in the cruising area only... some guys are into that. Lockers are just down that hallway." He pointed to a dimly lit corridor. I headed straight to the lockers and undressed quickly, not wanting to violate the no-clothes-rule. A few naked guys walked past me. One of them caught my eye as it was a nice surfer dude with long brown hair and a dirty grin on his face. He was clearly having a great time as his towel was lifted by an enormous erection. "Hey fuckboy! I bet we will see each other later!" Fuck, I couldn't say anything and instead just nervously wrapped myself in my towel and headed further down the hallway to see what the rest of the bathhouse looked like. There was a small but nice bar area where some guys where having a drink. I was surprised by the amount of good looking guys here, as I could have sworn I read somewhere that this place was full of nasty old men. I went on to discover a huge labyrinth of shady twisting corridors with plenty of opportunities to sneak into a corner and have sex. I heard some distant moaning, but decided to check out the steam room instead. The moment I had my hand on the door to the steam room, a pair of strong hands grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth. "Don't scream boy! I've watched you since you arrived here. You got just the perfect ass for Ben, come with me!" He dragged me away from the steam room into one of the many twisted corridors that were barely lit by the light coming from the bar area. I tried to get out of his grip, but damn he was strong. His hairy arms and big hands held one arm behind my back and the other hand covered my mouth. He pushed me forward into the darkness... After a few turns he shoved me into a larger room with some couches and a table in the middle. It was illuminated just by some red lights. I could see several men sitting on the couch and standing in the corners. Fuck, what have I gotten myself into? "That's a sweet boy! Brought us some fresh meat, huh?", a voice said, coming from one of the men. "I just wanted to check out this place. Who are you?", I asked. The voice laughed. "I'm Ben, the owner of this place, and these are my friends." One of the men stood up and pointed around to the other men. "We actually keep looking for boys like you that find their way to this establishment. Trevor, the guy that brought you here, brings possible candidates here for further... inspection." I looked around to see what Travor looked like, only to meet eyes with the surfer dude I met earlier. His long brown hair flowing around his shoulders. He was completely naked, and his semi-hard nine inch uncut cock was hanging between his legs. My cock twitched at the sight of him. He was so hot! "Told you we would see each other," he said with the same dirty grin on his face. Ben came a few steps closer. "I see you like Travor! Ready to take his cock?" "Fuck yes!" I said quickly. "There is only one thing you should know: We are not going to use any condoms. This is a strictly bareback area. Additionally, you have been chosen by us, so you won't have a choice. Now that you have entered this room, you will get fucked and bred by all of us!" The men cheered in agreement and Travor slapped my ass through my towel. I was just in a state of shock. Not knowing what to do I tried to turn and get the hell out of here, but Travor just wrapped his strong arms around me and and kissed me. I wanted to escape, but I also wanted to melt into Trevors arms. His lips tasted so good and he was such a good kisser. Besides, I wouldn't have a chance getting myself out of his arms he wouldn't let me. Travor reached down and pulled on my towel, which he just dropped to the floor. "I'm gonna be gentle... at first! Just let this happen, you'll like it, I promise!" My mind raced with thoughts: Will I be able to take him? Will I be able to take that many cock tonight? Normally I only play safe, but these guys are not going to use condoms. Fuck, I didn't want to be barebacked by a room full of sleazy strangers in a run down bathhouse! Apparently, I had no choice, because Travor turned me around and pushed me towards the table. He pushed me down so I was bent over the table, exposing my hole to him. The rest of the guys gathered around the table, stroking their cocks to get them hard. I have no clue how many there were, but there were guys of any age and shape there: big muscular daddies, thin older guys, and some younger twinkish dudes, too. Travor spat on his cock and I could feel him aligning it to my hole. Damn, he is gonna fuck me bareback. Part of me wanted this cock inside me raw, but the fear was overwhelming, too. I didn't wanna be a sleazy bareback slut! "Please, stop! At least, use a condom!" Some guys in the crowd laughed. Ben stepped in front of the table so I could see him and shook his head. "No boy, you are gonna take our loads and there is no way out of this!" With this, Travor thrusted forward and entered my tight hole. It hurt so much, because my hole got violently stretched beyond its limit. I screamed but the guys around me began to cheer and Ben took my face into his hand. "Stop screaming, boy, or this will be even more unpleasent for you as it already is!" Actually, the pain quickly went away and all I felt was pure pleasure from his bare cock in my hole. Maybe this is what I am supposed to be: a bareback cum slut? All I know is that his raw cock feels so good! I began moving into his thrusts, which made his balls slap agains my ass. This was so good! I'm gonna take all of their loads tonight! This nine inch cock did something to me mentally. I wanted this now. I wanted to be filled and used by them. Fuck yes, this was going to be a long, rough night... ========== To be continued...
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[This is another story from long ago that I found on my hard drive. It needed lots of reformatting, so I will be posting it in installments. I did not write this; I just tried to clean it up a bit for readability] Last weekend I was stuck without a car. I thought the weekend was going to suck. I was hanging out in my apartment, bored, surfing the net. I came across a page for a local bath house. What the hell! I had heard a lot of stories about bath houses, but I had never been to one. I called a cab, and headed down. I was nervous and excited. I had spent plenty of time cruising ABS and online, but I had never seen anything like the stories I had heard about the baths. I got one of the large rooms, which had a TV and several channels to choose from. I saw that in one movie the men were barebacking. As I undressed, I watched a hot scene where this guy was getting fucked in the woods. The top was hung and uncut. I was mesmerized by the sight of his bare cock sliding in and out of the bottom's ass made me incredibly horny even though I knew I could never let a stranger fuck me bareback. I had recently discovered the joys of being a bottom, and I decided to go out and find some cock. As I explored the premises, I saw that many guys just left the doors to their room open. In several rooms, guys were fucking and sucking. As I walked past one room, I saw one guy getting fucked as he sucked off another guy. I paused, watching the hot scene. The guy with his dick buried in the bottom's ass told me to come in. I did, just as the bottom called it quits. He said he needed a rest. After he left, I sat on the bed with the two guys. They were about my age, 25 or so, and both had cocks at least 8 inches. One guy was uncut. I love uncut cock; the first guy who fucked me had a thick, 8" uncut cock, and it felt so good. I took off my towel, and started to suck on the uncut beauty in front of me. The other guy got up to shut the door. I told him he could leave it open, but he said he and his friend wanted me all to themselves. As I sucked my uncut stud, the other guy started rimming me. I love to have my ass eaten. In fact the first time I got fucked, it was because the guy did such a great job licking my hole, that I had to let him fuck me. My head was spinning from the joint I smoked before I left my house. The guy behind me stopped licking my ass. He moved up to put his cock against my hole. I asked him to put on a condom. He said ok, and then asked me if I partied. I didn't know what he meant, but I told him I was up for anything. He asked if I had ever done Tina. “What is it?” I said, feeling like a nerd. The best sex drug in the world, he told me. "Ok. Whatever. I'll do it." He and his friend smiled, and brought out a glass pipe. I asked what I was supposed to do. His friend put some stuff that looked like little bits of rock in the pipe. I leaned forward, and put the pipe to my lips. The guy lit a butane lighter and started heating the stuff in the pipe. The pipe filled with white vapor. "Take a hit," he said. I took a deep hit, held it for a second and exhaled. They urged me to keep going. I took several more large hits. OH MY GOD - did I feel great. I was incredibly happy and even more horny than I had been a few minutes ago. The guy who had tried to fuck me asked me to suck his dick. I eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth. He had gone soft, but as I sucked him, I could feel his dick getting hard in my mouth. I had never enjoyed sucking a cock so much. I was able to deep throat him, something I normally couldn't do with a guy his size. As I sucked him, the other guy asked me if I did poppers. I said I never had, but I would do anything he recommended. He held the bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. My head started spinning and my hunger for cock went out of control. I asked the uncut guy to fuck me. He asked me if I had ever been fucked bareback. I said "no, never." He asked me if I wanted to feel his cock shooting inside of me. Between the tina and the poppers, I was out of control. "Just give me that beautiful cock!" He drizzled some lube on my ass and started rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He told me to do more of the poppers. I took several deep hits. Finally he placed the head of his cock against my asshole and gave a little push. Only about half of the head of his tool went in. I moaned. I had no idea that anything could feel so good. Slowly, he slid his cock into me. The first time I got fucked, it hurt at first, but then later started to feel good. Not this time. As he buried his massive dick in my ass, all I felt was pleasure. I couldn't believe the difference between being fucked with a condom and being fucked bareback. It was so much better. I started sucking on his partner again as he fucked me. I couldn't believe how crazy I felt. I wanted to do anything for these guys. I told them to fuck the hell out of me. Finally, the guy fucking me told me he was going to cum. The idea of taking his load in my ass drove me wild. He grunted, and buried himself deep in my ass. I could feel his cock pulse, and then I felt his cum spurting in my ass. Suddenly, my ass was filled with his cum. I was surprised at how warm it felt. He took a minute to catch his breath, and then pulled his cock out of me. I sat there, feeling the warm, squishy feeling of an ass full of cum. His friend said it was his turn to fuck me. I put myself face down, ass up on the edge of the bed and told him how much I needed more cock in my hole. He slid in easily, lubricated by his friends load. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes. It felt so good. His friend handed me the popper's bottle, and my head started spinning again. His cock was huge and hard, and he knew how to use it. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but it was at least 20 minutes. Finally, he said he was going to cum. He buried himself in me and again I felt cum spurting against the inside of my ass. It was so hot. It felt so nasty and forbidden and so incredibly right. I knew this was not the last time I was going to get barebacked.
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Chicago—May, 2022 (This continues right on from the last post…) The Fornication guys take a break. Dirk hugs me one more time before he leaves. I stay in the third floor play area with the sling and the fuckbench. The Cute Younger Top with the long hair finds me there. He has become very versatile after his fucking by Ray. “Will you fuck me in the sling?” I nod—wondering silently where the tatted boyfriend is for they have been inseparable all night. I get his ankles in the stirrups. They tilt his hot ass to the perfect angle for me. I kneel and begin to feast on his wrecked hole. He is loose and leaking both cum and lube. I lick him clean as he jacks his bigger than average cock. I lick all the way up his crack and tongue his balls, too. “I’ve shot like three times tonight,” he moans as I suck them. I finally knock his hand away to suck the head of his cock—hoping for some precum for his hole. I don’t get any, but I still spit on his loose pucker one more time before I fuck myself into him. His eyes roll up into his head and he grabs his cock. “Fuck me hard, daddy. I want to get off one more time.” I take him at his word. I fuck him hard. The sound of my hips smacking his ass fills the space. I look down at this young man, his long hair framing his face, totally lost in his lust of the moment. He is grunting with each of my strokes. His jerking is now in time with my fucking. I feel he can’t last much longer—and suddenly he is there. He is having a totally dry orgasm—there’s nothing left in his balls to shoot. I slow, I stop, I pull out. I lick his hole—cleaning him up. I stand up, lean across him and kiss him. He sucks my tongue. He obviously loves the taste of his ass as much as I do. I hold on to him until he is ready to move. I help him out. “Now I can go home…” He kisses me one last time and is gone… * Keshawn finds me still near the third floor sling. “I just got fucked by Aaron Trainer.” “Yeah?” “And I did him, too.” This leads us to fuck again, with Keshawn bent into the sling and holding on. I go looking for Aaron. I would love to get into that ass. I find him in the dark second floor area, but he is so busy topping, I just watch for a bit. A slight breather—and then I continue on. * I end up back on the third floor. Luke Morrison is pounding into guys on the sling. A cute young man in a knit hat, very tan and very fit, goes from watching Luke to watching me. He comes over. He kneels and begins to suck me. He gives good head, taking me deep until he chokes. He loves the sound and how he has to pull off me quickly. “Will you fuck me?” “Sure.” “I’m really tight—is that a problem?” I shrug and suggest he gets up on the fuckbench where I did Dirk. He lies down and I go to my knees to eat him out. He’s right, he’s tight. He loosens but I am leery of my dick going in. There are a number of men watching us. A young guy, around his age is stroking his five-incher. I stand up. “I think this young man should help to open you up.” Hat Boy is all for it. Surprisingly, so is Five-Incher. I hand him my lube and make way. I stick my dick in Hat Boy’s mouth. Five-Incher glides right into the tight ass and begins the fuck. “He’s tight,” says Five-Incher. “Get him loosened up for me.” Hat Boy groans at this—around my dick. Five-Incher must like the idea, too. “Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Hat Boy grinds his ass back and takes the load. I move around. The kid won’t let me clean his cock, but I am treated to the cum filled hole. I lick and swallow, lick and spit. “That was hot,” says an older Latin man. “You want the next size up?” I look. He is just over 6 inches. I look at Hat Boy—he nods. The guy steps up onto the platform. I lube him by licking Hat Boy’s dripping hole and dripping the collected semen on the new guy’s dick. He laughs and pushes into the ass of the hot boy. He fucks. Hard and rhythmic. “You gonna load him?” I ask. “Naw. Too early in the night.” But his dick has other ideas. “Oh, fuck! No!” And he is spewing into Hat Boy. I kneel. He marinates in HB long enough for the sensitivity to peak so he can let me lick him clean afterward. Keshawn is now watching us. “Looks like your turn,” he says. I stand up. I fuck Hat Boy hard. Keshawn swings his big dick in the kid’s face. “I’m next,” he says. I pull out and step to the side. Keshawn cleans my cock and starts to fuck the kid. HB is game—but even with two loads to help, he finally taps out on Keshawn. I clean up Keshawn’s cock and Hat Boy’s ass. We help him off the bench—as the floor is now a mass of cum and lube… * Dirk Caber is working the first floor sling. He is in full top mode. I watch him fuck a guy. We catch each other’s eye. When the guy gets out of the sling, I move closer. “You want to fuck me again?” “Yeah, I really want to see your face as I fuck.” We adjust the sling for taller me. A kid walks up and demands Dirk suck his dick. Dirk apologizes and says he gets throat infections easily so he’s not doing that tonight. The kid won’t believe it. “I’ve seen you do it in videos.” Dirk sighs and reminds him videos are about angles and editing. I murmur in Dirk’s ear to ignore him and get in the sling. He does. I think for a moment that my eating Dirk’s hole has shut the kid up, but no. He now starts asking about Dirk’s personal life. Dirk remains polite—but I can hear him working at it in his answers—while trying to stay focused on what I am doing to his ass. I stand up and fuck. He feels great. The face to face is working for both of us—but the constant chatter from the kid is really distracting. I had hoped that this would be my breeding moment for the night—but it’s not going to happen with this guy nattering on in a very loud voice. I finally stop. I get Dirk out of the sling. We hug and I kiss him on the cheek. Damn… * I go to the second floor darker area. Ray Dalton is there, using someone in the sling. Beside him is the Master, my fuck bud from Thursday afternoon. I look at the man in the sling again. Ray is fucking Master’s boy as he watches. I catch Master’s eye. He comes over to me. “That should make some good eating,” he says gesturing towards Ray’s cock fucking into boy. I agree. “Want to come back to our room?” I nod, just as Ray finishes the fuck. Master moves to help boy out of the sling. Ray is asked by a guy in the crowd if he’ll bottom. Oh, shit—I have wanted to fuck Ray since I first saw him in Piss Break. I think for a minute and decide that will keep for another day. I need some of the connected play with these two. I really want to bring our earlier sessions to a climax. We go up to third floor. They have a room with a double bed. Mirrors are everywhere. I lie on the bed. Master has boy suck me as Master watches and jerks. Then Master sucks my cock as boy sits on my face—letting Ray’s fuck juices seep down into my mouth. “Fuck him,” says Master. “If I do, I’ll breed him.” “Do it.” “Yes, please,” adds boy. I sink into him. I fuck. I close my eyes and see the highlights of the night: The long haired top, Hairy Crack Bottom, Keshawn, Dirk, Hat Boy taking loads, Dirk, Ray plowing the ass I’m in right now… Bam—I’m there. I spew my pent up cum into boy. I collapse on the bed. Both of them are on me, kissing and licking my spent cock and sharing… * A side note: Keshawn told me later he was fucked by Luke, Aaron and Ray and topped Aaron. The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML Friday Night: Fornication 2--Fucking Out The Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 24, 2022
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Never got around to posting this but it's a hot story so... A year before the pandemic I went to my local bathhouse, not really expecting anything. I got a locker and once undressed I just sat around in the sauna. Some guy in his 40s was already there and noticed the young, fresh meat. I was still a bit shy as I had gotten on prep and had never taken anon loads before. He stroked my thigh and I pretty much immediately got hard through my towel. He noticed that and worked towards underneath my towel and asked me if I'd like some head. I looked down at his cock and saw he was hard too. Without saying anything I just went for it on my knees. He moaned and told me that I was a good boy. While I was working his cock someone came in and was watching the show before groping my ass. Guy #2 asked how the faggot was doing and as he said that my cock twitched and I moaned again. He took that as a sign that I liked being called that and asked guy #1 if he'd mind if he fucks me (he didn't ask me but obviously I wanted him in me). He lubed up and pushed himself right in. I was getting spit roasted for the first time and I couldn't be happier! After a bit I heard the guy behind me grunt, pull out, and thank me before walking away. I felt my hole and found that he came in me which made me a bit more wild on the guy I was sucking. He wanted his turn though and pulled me up and had me sit on his dick. I had my back towards him and mounted him. He picked my legs up and started thrusting. Nobody else was in there but I'm sure they would've loved to see a twink getting railed with cum dripping onto someone's cock. That first guy came quite quickly. I thanked him for a good time. I went upstairs to where the gloryholes are and got into one (they're my favorite). I felt like I was waiting forever but finally a cock came through! He didn't want to fuck but just wanted to get sucked off. I was fine with that and gave him a good deepthroat session. He gave the obvious knock after a bit and I made sure to go all the way to his base so he could feel my throat as he came. Nobody else really came into the gloryhole but I spent a bit of time in there jerking off thinking about how slutty I had become (a few years ago at this bathhouse I sucked off a bunch of guys and before that was one of my first times). I stepped out of the gloryhole and walked around a bit before I heard a voice that seemed familiar. It was the guy who first fucked me (guy #2) and as I walked into the room he was in (a video room with some benches) I saw a fit daddy talking with someone while they were watching some porn. We locked eyes and he said "Oh looks like a certain faggot might want daddy's cock again". My cock instantly shot up in my towel and he motioned me over. He said he wanted me to get lubed up a bit inside so his friend could have a good time too. I noticed that his friend was a fit guy but not a daddy. Either way I was going to get some more cock so I straddled the daddy and he started to pound me good. His friend wanted some attention and I was happy to give him some. The daddy must've really gotten warmed up from the first time cause he was getting pretty verbal with me as he was fucking me. We also got some attention and I was thinking I might actually be a gangbang slut. After what felt like 15 minutes of nonstop pounding the daddy came in me and invited someone over for a turn. That guy wasted no time and instantly had his way with me. He didn't last long and shot a load in me before the daddy had his friend take a turn. His friend, who was getting some quality head for at least 15 minutes took no time in getting inside of me and after about 5 minutes he himself finished inside as well. I had gotten 5 loads in my ass and one in my mouth so far and was loving it! I thanked them both and as I was leaving I saw a young asian twink sitting in the room. He said he was a little too shy to play but wanted to know if I'd go with him to his room. Naturally I said yes (I love other twinks)! In that room was one of my best experiences of the year. We 69'd, throat fucked each other, and flip-fucked. I spent so much time in there I was going to get worried I would get in trouble for overstaying. I didn't care though cause I was having so much fun railing this twink and getting fucked by him. Eventually we started flipping every 5 or so minutes to see who would cum first. He ended up cumming first and gave me my last load of the night. After he gave me his I grinned at him and told him that it was my turn! I pulled away from him and had him get on his fours so I could mount him. Once I was inside I started thrusting away thinking about all the loads in me, in a few minutes I ended up breeding him. I collapsed next to him and thanked him for the good time. He gave me his number and asked if I'd like to have something regular. We exchanged numbers and I ended up calling it a day/night. Sadly the pandemic hit a few months later and I have yet to return to that bathhouse. I also was never able to meet up with that twink due to the pandemic and he ended up moving away. I probably should've asked that daddy for his number but I wasn't thinking about it at the time. Hopefully the next time I go I'll make a new friend, ideally one who'd flip with me but also want to go be a cumdump alongside me.
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At the end of a previous post, where I summarised a poll I'd had running for a while, I asked myself what might be the sluttiest thing to do in a sauna. I think it's time for another poll! -
I can feel my heart about to jump out of my chest as I check into the Courtyard in Chelsea. I am 27, in the best shape of my life at 6’1 210lbs all muscle. I am visiting Manhattan for the first time for work from small town Missoula MT. Tonight i am going to a bathhouse for the first time. I have messed around with a handful of guys but have always been too scared to do much more than JO and kiss. Tonight is the night i might try bottoming and definitely want to try topping. I can’t help but speed walk to my hotel room to get cleaned up. I google how to clean my ass. It seems my only option is to use the Smart water bottle in my room. 45 minutes later and a hole rubbed raw from the lip of the bottle, my ass is fresh and clean. The closest bathhouse is only an 8 minute walk. I don’t bother putting underwear on under my jeans, knowing i’ll be taking everything off in a few minutes anyways. I jam a few condoms in my pockets, and get on my way. Whatever transpires will be safe. I have heard of prep but don’t know anything about it, nor ever plan on having unsafe sex until i’m in a serious relationship. My goodness this place looks sketchy. The entrance is a dirty metal door with a dimly lit “Spa” sign above it. I go in the reception room. Behind the glass is a 40 something year old, 5’9 170 lb, white guy with a pretty handsome face, brown eyes, stubble, and looks like he’s pretty fit and hairy under his tight fitting white crew neck tshirt. I know he can sense my newness. He asks if I am a member. I simply say no. “room or locker” “umm” $15 or $35 “locker?” “okay $15, ID, phone, and any other valuables you want me to lock up and keep back here.” My hands tremble as i hand him my credit card and everything else. Here’s the key and towel. Locker 48. He buzzes me through the second metal door. It’s so dark and humid. It smells like a really dirty locker room and a heavily chlorinated jacuzzi. EDM music lightly plays through speakers in the ceiling. There is also the sounds of occasional light deep man groans and showers turning off and on. I see a few shadows walking away down a hallway. I find my way to the lockers, get fully undressed, wrap the towel around my waste, and lock the locker. As start aimlessly walking down a hallway I approach a shadowy figure. I can feel his stare. I don’t slow my walk but he reaches out to graze my stomach. He says “hey”. My eyes aren’t adjusted to the dark lighting yet. I squint and can see he’s a fit guy, about 50 years old, pretty fit at about 5’10 and 170lbs but not really my type. I don’t say anything and keep walking. He stands in the hall staring at me as I come to the first corner of the maze-like hallway. It’s a hairpin turn that opens to multiple paths with gloryholes. I stop and lean up against the wall. There is one guy about 5 feet in front of me hunched down giving head to a mystery guy on the other side oh the hole. I want to try that. My dick starts to twitch and fill with blood. Someone comes around the corner. It’s a fit 30 something year old latino guy. He’s about 5’8, muscular, and from what i can see a very handsome face. He slows nearly to a stop to check me out. My dick is now hard and throbbing. I reach down to pull it to the side in my towel and hold it. I can feel my towel getting wet from my precum. The latino sees me holding my dick, steps up to me and grabs my hand/dick and kisses my neck. I am startled by how assertive he is but also at ease. He’s sexy. He’s now full on licking my neck, jaw, and running his hands all over my body. My heart is pounding from the excitement. I can smell his spit and feel his heavy breath and wet tongue. I let go of my dick and his hand replaces mine. Both of my hands slide up his muscular hairy arms, slowly making their way to his built back. He’s very muscular. He licks his way to my lips and mouth. His other hand is now grabbing the back of my right leg. He’s scrunching up my towel to get a grip on my bare ass. His tongue enters my mouth. So big and wet. He pulls back and spits into my mouth. It’s shocking, no one has ever done that to me, but it’s so hot tasting his spit. I want this guys juices. All i can do is stand there, paralyzed as he takes complete control of my body. I rub the back of his thick neck with one hand while my other is grips his dick. It’s a solid 8” and uncut. I’ve never touched an uncut dick. Both of our towels fall to the floor. I have never been so naked, but his confidence and assertiveness makes me feel at ease. His dick is so slick with precum and the extra skin makes it easy to jack him. He’s found my hole with his right hand and fingers. His fingers are dry but he’s pushing hard and scratching his way inside. He reaches up to his mouth and spits in his hand, reaches down to his dick head, wipes off precum, and goes back to my hole to dig a bit more. It hurts but feels so good at the same time. He repeated his another time and adds precum from my dick also. No one has ever touched and invaded my hole like this. It feels amazing. His index finger is knuckle deep feeling around. He pulls out, grabs my waste, turns me around, pushes on the small of my back and pulls on my hips to bend me forward. I rest my forehead and hands against the wall. He kisses the back of my neck and starts to lick his way down to my ass. He loudly spits on my hole and buries his face and tongue in it. My head is spinning. Although my dick is untouched, it’s throbbing. I look to my sides. A few more shadowy figures have leaned up against the wall on both sides of us and are jerking, watching him eat my ass and probe with fingers. My mind jumps back to reality as I think about how unsafe it is for him to be inside me.. Spit is safe right? As long as he doesn’t try to fuck me raw. Fuck I forgot the condoms in my pants. I’ll have to go back and get them before any fucking. My mind races back to how good he feels on and in my hole. A shadow reaches over and grabs my throbbing dick. He spits in his hand and starts slowly jerking me. I grab his hard dick also. I realize he's the 50 year old. He has a decent 6” or so average thickness dick. I feel his precum leaking as I explore his dick and heavy balls. Im so turned on, I jerk him also. the 50 year old leans in and jams his tongue down my throat. His tongue is slimy but I still want his spit in my mouth also. I hear other guys to my right moaning and it sounds like one is getting head. I hear one growl “I’m gonna cum.. oh fuck yeah..” and his sucker moans. My latino’s right hand disappears from my ass cheek. The latino reaches over to the sucker and says “spit”. The latinos hand returns to my ass crack and wipes the suckers spit and i think shadowy figures cum on my crack and hole. Before I can think about it he jams his index and middle finger into my hole. Then a third finger. Then he wipes the liquid from my upper ass crack and seems like he's trying to jam it all in. My dick can’t help but throb. I feel my load building up. I am about to erupt. I moan “I’m close” the latino quickly stands up and presses his body against my back. He slides his fat precum wet dick into my loose slick hole with little resistance. What the fuck am i doing? I stand there in shock.. I try to push my waste forward to escape him bottoming out in my ass, but the latino pins me against the wall. He quickly thrusts three times balls deep and then stays balls deep in me. He grunts and breaths heavy on my neck. I feel him throbbing. He’s breeding me. I feel every pulse. My involuntarily flexes against his dick as if my body knows it wants to suck all of his cum out of his balls. He stays there pulsing. My dick cant hold it any more and erupts. The 50 year old continues to jerk me as I spray shot after shot on the wall and ground. About 15 seconds go by while the latino is pressed up against me and I’m pressed up against the wall. We catch our breath. He slowly slides out of my ass. He whispers “hot. thanks”.. I can’t find words to say anything back. He pulls away from my body. My hole is burning but cold and empty. I feel cum and liquid dripping down my thigh. The latino disappears down the hallway. The 50 year old takes his cum covered hand off my dick and licks his fingers. I bend down and grab my towel. I can’t believe it but my dick is still rock hard. I’m so turned on but so uneasy that I just got bred. I wipe my ass off and wrap my towel around my waist. I have to pull my still hard dick against my stomach. I turn my back to the wall again and lean up against it to regroup about what just happened.
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CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Cleveland—April, 2022 I stayed in most of the next day after my night at the Horse Market. I treated myself to a nice meal that evening, then went back to the hotel and wrote a little. I was returning to the bathhouse that night. I was meeting a specific man there. We had chatted for a long time and always missed each other at various leather weekends—and we lived too far away for a session on either of our home turfs. But he had a hotel-like room at the baths—and I agreed we should finally meet. We had talked about keeping the door open to include others as we saw fit. And playing in public slings to get his hole sloppy with other men. He wanted some fisting time, but was also excited about taking other tops and being a whore for me. I got to the establishment thirty minutes before the appointed time. Just as I was coming out of the locker room, I met a friend. I had first met Bob right here at the baths, many a CLAW ago. He had become a roommate for an IML or two—and then we did that drift apart thing that is so easy to do in this life. We hugged, caught up, and I promised to find him after my fist date. The bathhouse was alive already at 9:30; it would be wild in another hour or two. I found the room of my fisting date. We played— though there was little connection. He didn’t want to open the door. I asked about moving to the sling in a public spot. Well, he didn’t want his friends to see what he liked to do. So I stayed for 30 minutes, working my dick, hand and a plethora of his toys into him. (Three toys at once, at one point.) And then I left. It was not the night to shut out the other men of CLAW…. I find Bob in the new play area. It is being nicely used tonight. We grab a sling and I get my tongue reacquainted with his fairly furry ass. Another man works his nipples as I lick him out. I stand up and slide into him. Bob squeezes continually, giving me a good fuck. I love the look on his handsome face—he is telling me just how much he likes the fuck. So different from the Horse Market. We take a breather—and go in separate directions. I head towards the wall where there is an ass in one of the two big glory holes. I can’t tell much else about the man, other than the butt is full, with a hairy crack. “Excuse me…” says a voice behind me. I turn. It’s a very young twink in a towel—likely not here for CLAW but just a good night at the tubs. “There’s a number on your back. Can I ask why?” Damn. I had scrubbed the one off my shoulder, but I couldn’t reach the middle of back to get the big one. I tell him it is from the Horse Market. “What’s that?” I describe the event to him, hoods and all. All that anonymous bareback hole and cock. I love watching his face go from wonder to lust to, well, horror. “And you did that?” I nod. He thanks me, tightens his towel around his thin waist and moves quickly for the door… I continue to the ass framed in the glory hole. I kneel and the first time he knows someone is there is when my tongue flicks against his wet pucker. He has had cock tonight—but not in the wall. I stand up and give him a hard fucking. I have no idea his age or looks. Just Caucasian, likely around 40—with some good anal skills…. * I take a tour of the building and get some head in the video room. I go back into the new equipment area. A fit Daddy is fucking a young, lithe blond boy in the sling. I watch over to the side with a few others. The Daddy sees me first: “You have a nice cock.” “So do you.” At least from what I can tell as he fucks into his boy. It looks very girthy. “Hey, boy, do you want this man in chaps to fuck you?” The boy has been staring at my dick since the Daddy spoke to me. “Do you want me to take him?” he asks, wide eyed and looking up at the handsome, hairy man rutting into his hairless ass. “You know I do. I told you I’d find you a cock if you were good tonight.” “Ok, but he’s got a lot of dick…” The Daddy pulls out. He takes his beer can cock to the boy’s mouth. I kneel and eat out the young man’s super wet hole. It makes me moan into his ass. The Daddy seems pleased I am taking the time to eat the ass before I fuck it. I stand up and slap my dick on the boy’s ball sack. Both the boy and the Daddy watch me drool some spit on my dick. My aim is good—it lands with a nice splat on my cock head. I fuck it into the kid. He groans. Daddy says: “Make me proud. Take him.” I start slow and build. Daddy jerks now, wanting to watch me fuck. The kid’s head keeps turning from watching me to watching his daddy. “Take a turn. I want to see you fuck some more,” I tell Daddy. He gladly complies. “Just let me clean your dick when you pull out.” He grins, fucks the kid hard and then lets me clean him. Then he does it to me after my next fuck. “Can he breed me, Daddy?” “Ask him.” “I won’t shoot for a long time yet. But find me later, and we can try…” We fuck a little more, back and forth, but the boy needs a break. They go off, Daddy’s arm around the shoulder’s of the blond young man… * At the other sling in the play area, I find a rather elfin man sitting on a chair next to it. He smiles at me, my dick still hard and swinging as I walk towards him. It is still wet from the blond boy. This bronzed man, slips to his knees and tastes the ass juices on my cock. He sighs and redoubles his efforts to clean my dick. “I watched you fuck that blondie. Would you do me?” “Sure.” He smiles again. It’s a great one—the cliché of ‘lights up the room’ flashes through my mind. He gets in the sling. I kneel and eat him out. He strokes a fairly big dick, with a wet foreskin. My mouth goes over that, too, before it takes some of his pre-cum to his hole. I stand up and fuck. The man is vocal. In a good , encouraging way. Sometimes it’s words. Sometimes it’s just sounds of joy. And it rings true…it’s not bad porn noise. He strokes his cock. I think he may shoot at any time. I slow down, pull out and eat his hole again. It is extra wet now. He groans out “Let me taste it…” I stand up and drool some into his wide open mouth. He swallows hungrily, as I begin to fuck once again… “Damn…you have just made my CLAW.” This only makes me fuck him harder. (More to come—including the return of the Blond Boy and his Daddy.) The Original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 1, 2022 -
Cleveland—April, 2022 (The night in the dungeon wing of the bathhouse continues from the previous entry.) There are now two asses, side by side, in the glory hole wall. I fuck each of them—not for as long as I would like, as the holes are low in the wall for my long legs. I do awkward knees bends as I rail each man. But from the groans on the other side of the partition, they love getting fucked by an anonymous big cock. I find my friend Bob hanging around the sling we didn’t use before. He hops into it, with very little encouragement. His hole is wetter now. I don’t ask if he has a load, but just enjoy it. A late 30-ish young man watches and strokes. I offer him a chance to fuck Bob. “I’d rather get fucked.” “You need to feel this cock,” Bob tells him as he willingly gets out of the sling. We both get the young man into the stirrups. I eat his fresh, unfucked hole. Bob leans down and sucks the guy’s cock. I get his ass as wet as I can make it, squeezing out extra lube on my dick as I do it. I stand and poke into his spit wet pucker. He groans, does a popper hit and I slide home. Bob bends to suck him again. It’s fun to see his handsome face filled with dick while I fuck. The young guy is moaning—and telling me how good it all feels. It can’t last. We make the kid blow a load that seems to go on forever. Bob swallows and swallows. With a gesture, he offers to snowball to it to the young man, but that is too kinky. Instead the kid lays there, eyes on us, as Bob shares it, in a deep kiss, with me… * I do a tour. I find Cowboy Boots on a regular wooden bench in the old play area. I slide into him. Easily. It’s a loud fuck as the joints of the bench squeak as I rock into him. His ass is super wet and makes a delicious squelching sound. It’s loud enough to draw a crowd of four or five. But no one wants to take over from me. As he gets up, Cowboy Boots asks “Do you have my number?” I nod. “Text me about IML—I have a question for you.” We leave it there as we both go off for our next man… * I go back to the new wing. On the padded bench that swings, the cute Blond is getting railed by his Daddy. I watch over to the side. They have both seen me arrive. The kid grins and Daddy nods at me. Daddy pulls out. I wait to be asked. Instead Blond Boy gets off the bench, and with a grin to his Daddy, grabs my hand. He pulls me to the platform behind the swing. It is a performance space for the porn stars later tonight. Nothing is on it but a long, flat padded bench. The kid tells me to lie down. I do. His Daddy, who is sitting on the swing, is watching us intently. Blond Boy crawls between my splayed legs. He begins to hungrily suck my cock. He’s good—I hadn’t had this hole before. He has been well trained. Or he’s a natural. He leaves my cock very wet. “Fuck me,” he murmurs. He squirms around so his ass is pointed to the back wall. I want Daddy to see more of the fuck. I tell him to turn 90 degrees. I spit on his hole and my cock slides all the way in with one stroke. Blond Boy is very wet now. I fuck him hard. Daddy strokes openly to me using his boy. Other men stop and watch, too. “Can I ride you?” the kid asks, breathlessly as I pump into him. I nod. I pull out and sit on the downstage edge of the bench. He stands in front of me and, with his feet still on the platform, sits on my cock. With ease now—my dick fits his hole perfectly. He bounces and strokes his dick for the men standing below. When his legs tire, he stands up and cleans my dick of his ass juice with a loud slurping sound. “I want to eat your butt.” I lie down. “Sit on my face for a bit—and then, whenever you want, ride my cock.” His eyes light up. “Yes, SIR.” He sits. We are profile to the audience—so they can see my raging dick and the boy squirming on my tongue as I eat him out. He is so open now—every tonguing goes really deep. His ass jizz is copious and oozes out and into my mouth. He pulls his ass off my face, scuttles down the length of me and then sits on my cock. He is facing away from me. I have a terrific view of my cock going into his perfectly round ass. I turn to look at Daddy. He sees me look and gives me a thumbs-up sign. “Ride him hard, boy.” The kid pumps onto me even harder. He stops and gets off me. He steps up onto the bench—and is astride my stomach. He slowly sits, grabbing my cock and guiding it into his ass. He rides me. I can’t see my dick in him anymore, but I can see his handsome face contort with the effort of the fuck. He is jerking his cock as he rides me. “I’m gonna shoot,” he announces to the room. And he does. It’s not a big load. But it totally wipes him out. He spasms and writhes as the few drops splatter my chest. I wonder how many loads he must have shot this weekend?—or even tonight? I deliberately mop up his cum droplets with my left hand and lick my fingers clean. His jizz is incredibly sweet. He leans down and gives me a peck. Fully recovered, he jumps off me and then the platform and, arm in arm with Daddy, he goes home to bed… * The pornsters are now performing on our bench. I don’t recognize any of them—and they seem really young. I find the elfin man on the steps behind the dark room. He is getting fucked by a very dark skinned man. I watch at a distance while he is railed—and then how he nicely cleans the dick that fucked him. I move in. “Want some more?” He just turns and I slide into the ass the man just left. He feels very warm. A load? I just fuck—and let him clean me off, too. We chat a little about his CLAW experience. I’m beginning to think I was stupid in not loading Blond Boy. It’s getting late. The porn guys take a break. I move back towards the platform. A familiar looking man, late 30’s and a furry dark blond chest is rocking his leather. His partner, very Italianate, tatted and slightly older is obviously looking for cock. I place the leather guy as a contestant in the Great Lakes leather scene. I move closer—and he goes down on me. A Black kid slides into the ass of the tattooed Italian. When my cocksucker comes up for air he tells me, his friend is a retired porn star. He tells me his porn name. I recognize it. (I don’t use it here as I didn’t have a chance to ask his permission.) I nod and force his head back down on my cock. “Get it good and wet, I want to be the next one up your friend’s ass.” I start taking charge in his mouth. I watch the Black kid fuck—or try to fuck—he’s having erection issues. He begins to rim Tatted Italian and that does the trick—he is hard in no time. Someone else is sucking on my cock sucker’s cock. We are a nice mass of five intertwined bodies on the corner of the stage. The Black kid finally pulls out. He doesn’t want to cum. My cocksucker shows my cock to his bud. Tatted Italian crawls over to suck me. He is hungry enough—but you know he wants it more in his ass. Without any prompt from me, he swivels around, taking the Leather Guy into his mouth and presenting his ass to me. I rim briefly—but am so ready to fuck. I slide in. I am greeted by a ripple of deep muscle ass. Yup, this is the butt I’ll breed. I begin pumping into him. The two friends pass poppers back and forth I am there. No, not quite. I fuck some more, pull out and taste his hole. Perfect. I push into him again and shoot rope after rope of cum into his hot ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All 2--Fucking to Shoot (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 3, 2022
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Max pulled over and parked his 1992 dodge spirit, killing the engine but hesitating to open the door. As if glued to the driver’s seat, he silently debated whether to stay or go home, while gripping the wheel and biting his lower lip. Staring out his windshield, he was surprised to see what looked like a normal brick office building, with no obvious markings or signs on the business to show what it was. He double checked the address in the text message from his dealer, Tony, just to be sure, before holding his breath, grabbing his duffle bag and hoping out of the car. The heavy wood door creaked ominously when Max pulled it open and stepped inside the warm alcove. He shivered, glad to be out of the cold February night, but still uncertain about what he was getting into. Realizing the door to the rest of the club was locked, he stepped up to a plexi-glass window and rang the small bell, which prompted a very tall, muscular, bearded guy in his 30’s to appear from a door on the other side of the glass. The hunky clerk, “Jax” according to the name tag pinned to his tight t-shirt, made Max worry even more about what he was getting himself into. “What’s up bro?” Jax’s voice crackled through the small speaker next to the window. “I need to see your ID and cash and do you want a locker or room?” “Um, I’m ‘Max Rider,’” Max said, eliciting a blank look from the clerk. “I think you’re expecting me.” Again, the man looked miffed, and max began to worry that maybe this was a joke or perhaps the massive man was expecting someone more cocky. Here he’d been freaking out over whether or not he could strip for guys, it never crossed his mind that they might not like him. Standing straight up to his full 5’11” height, yet still at least 6 inches short of the other man, Max flashed a fake smile and tried to sound like he wasn’t a nervous school kid. “I’m the entertainment for Dave’s party.” “Oh! You’re here for the strip and jerk show!” Jax eyed Max as far down as the window would allow. “You are definitely hotter than the last dude they hired. Go ahead and come in and I’ll introduce you to Dave and take you to where you can set up.” Jax buzzed Max through the door and into the heart of the bath house. Motioning for the boy to follow, Jax strode nonchalantly down a maze of small dark hallways, filled with numbered doors, past half a dozen men wearing nothing but towels or less. Max would have run for it if he thought there was any chance he’d find the exit. Instead he kept his eyes on Jax’s broad shoulders in front of him as they descended a staircase into the pitch black basement. “This is your room for the night,” Jax unlocked a black door with the number 25 on it, revealing a small bedroom-type set-up with a twin bed, footlocker, flat-screen tv playing gay porn, and mirrors on two of the walls from floor to ceiling. “hang here for a second and I’ll let Dave know you’re here.” Max stood awkwardly in the center of the small room while he waited for Jax to come back, and he wished he’d had the forethought to hit his pipe before he came inside. “Dave just got here a little while ago and is still setting up, but you can get changed while we wait,” Jax reappeared, holding a couple towels, some Gatorades and some body-oil.”…unless you are wearing that for the show.” Max looked down at his hoodie, jeans and ratty sneaks, wishing he could get away with wearing them instead of what filled his duffle. Tony let him borrow some costumey outfits on his way here, and he dreaded the thought of a bunch of queers getting their rocks off watching him in them. He started to sweat when he realized they were paying to see a lot more than that. Noticing how pale the teen looked, Jax got him a gatorade and asked how he got the gig. “I dunno man, it just fell in my lap I guess,” Max sat on the bed and chugged from the bottle as he recalled how he ended up there. “I was hanging with my de-, um my bud, and I owed him some green but I am broke cause of school and my transmission busting and shit. I have been dancing at a club downtown on ladies night and the tips are awesome, so I told him he could have his cash next week but he said he could set me up to do a private gig for twice what I get at the club. I figured he meant a bachelorette party or some shit like that. I never would have agreed if I knew it was for a bunch of dude, but I am too broke to say no.” ”I feel ya dude,” Jax closed the door and sat on the other end of the bed, smiling at the sight of the kid downing the drink laced with ghb. “Why do you think I work here on weekends, on top of my 9 to 5 job? This gig allows me some spare change for recreational purposes. Otherwise I’d be a fucking nun, staying in nights and never getting any pussy.” “That sucks bro,” Max was relaxing noticeably, from both the g and the conversation. Hearing Jax mention pussy made his more at ease, not understanding that Jax wasn’t referring to girls. Assuming his new friend was straight like him, Max stood up, kicked off his shoes, and tossed off his hoodie revealing just how low his jeans were sagging. There were 3 or more inches from the top of the pants up to the white waist band of his calvin klein boxer-briefs, which sat just below a sleeveless t-shirt showing off his buff arms. Jax oogled the teen beefcake as he began searching the duffle for something to wear. “I can’t imagine being stuck here with a bunch of pervy homos trying to mack on your ass all the time. I could barely convince myself to do this one night!” “It’s not so bad Max” Jax tried to contain himself as the kid pulled out various skimpy costumes and a couple pairs of thongs and jocks. “The money is good and tax free, plus I occasionally make a little extra by letting a dude blow me or jerk me off. I bet you could double your take if you tried it.” “I ain’t a fag,” Max stopped sorting the gear from his bag and gave Jax a very serious look. Jax almost burst out laughing at the sight of the young man denouncing gays while standing in a gay bath house, laying out tear away clothing, wearing only his sleeveless tee, boxer-briefs, and sagging jeans. “If you wanna do some gay shit, that’s your business, but I’m only here cause Tony will kill me if I don’t come back with what I owe him.” “That’s cool, just telling you what some of the guys might offer,” Jax replied, defusing the tension by picking up a shiny green g-string and twirling it around his finger. “Especially when you swish around in this pretty pair of panties.” “Fuck that shit,” Max said, joining the laughter. “I might have to get naked for these queens but I’m not doing a drag show first. I better hide all the girly shit from Dave when he tells me which one I should wear.” As Max returned the green g-string and some equally frilly gear to the duffle, he accidentally knocked a small cloth bag out, which spilled open on the bed. “You know you’re not supposed to bring that in here, right?” Jax picked up the pipe and bag of crystals that had escaped from the cloth sack and gave his best fake-mad stare. “Shit man, that’s not mine, it must have been in with the outfits!” Max went ghostly white and stammered excuses before Jax finally laughed and handed them back to the terrified teen. “I’m just fucking with ya Max.” Jax slapped him on the back and ruffled his hair, but Max stayed stiff and silent. “I told you I work here to pay for recreation, which is my discreet way of saying I enjoy partying sometimes too. Just make sure to keep that someplace outta sight and only smoke in here or another private room, cause not everyone is as understanding as I am.” You got it Jax. I’ll be super sneaky I swear man.” Max promised while the color returned to his cheeks. He went to put the pipe back in its bag, but stopped short. “You sure it is cool if I smoke in here? I could really use a pick me up before I meet this Dave guy.” “If you are down, I’d love to match bowls real quick.” Jax reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own pipe, and the two men quickly loaded two large bowls. Simultaneously, Max and Jax lit their lighters and melted the tina in their pipes, sucking in smoke and blowing out huge clouds. Jax insisted Max try his supply, so they took turns on each pipe, and before long, each man was high as a kite. “That’s good shit,” Max complimented his smoking-partner’s stash while they packed away the paraphernalia. “But now I’m fucking sweaty as fuck. Wish I could shower before I get into one of these get-ups.” Jax explained that was no problem as long as Max understood that he’d have to undress here, and take his towel with him to the communal showers, which caused Max to hesitate. Jax assured him he wouldn’t get raped, and told him where the least used showers were, but Max wouldn’t go until Jax gave in and allowed Max to bend the rules and where his boxer briefs. With that, Max stripped off his shirt, revealing his firm pecs, tight abs, and smooth skin except for a fine blonde treasure trail. The jeans were next, and Jax was happy to see his muscular thighs and calves were also covered in blonde hair. Tossing the towel over his shoulder and sliding the room key onto his wrist with the convenient elastic band, the teen stud followed Jax to the showers before the clerk left him to retrieve more Gatorade and check that the other employees were holding down the fort while he played tour guide to the hired meat. Taking the shower in the furthest corner from the entrance allowed Max some privacy from guys walking by, but he did end up sharing the shower with another guest before he had a chance to finish. Carefully turned into the corner, Max tried not to show any interest in his shower-mate, but couldn’t help sneak a glance at the short buff latino’s uncut meat. Max was a big talker when it came to sex but he’d only been with three girls and never actually seen a dick other than his own and his two best friends when they used to go skinny dipping. Even during his years on various sports teams, Max always had separate showers and private changing stalls in his school locker rooms. The temptation proved too great once the man closed his eyes to soap his face, and Max took a good long look at the foreign entity between the other man’s legs. His face went scarlet when he looked up from the thick dark cock and caught the smile on the face of its owner. Rinsing off faster than anyone ever before him, Max was dashing out of the showers in under a minute, trying not to fall as he dripped water all the way back to his room. “You could have dried off there you know.” Jax was waiting at the door to the room with more drinks and a tv remote so he could change the porn to the only straight option they played. “Sorry bro,” Max let them in and focused on drying off, not noticing Jax, facing the tv, but using the mirrors to check out the boy’s silhouetted dick and ass through the wet, transparent undies. He feigned trouble with the remote to cover his glances as the damp calvins dropped to the concrete floor, giving Jax an eye full of Max’s soft 4 inch cut dick, small blonde pube patch, and lowhanging naturally smooth balls. Max turned and bent down over the duffle to pull out some clean underwear, exposing his round, firm butt covered in the lightest dusting of peach fuzz, which made Jax stiffen in his sweat shorts. Luckily he was wearing his best jock, so he knew he could keep it under wraps unless he reached his full 8 ½ inches, which might have happened if Max hadn’t broken the trance by sliding a pair of black briefs over his naughty bits. The two guys proceeded to smoke another bowl as Max downed a second Gatorade laced with g, while a big-breasted brunette took on five guys on the tv screen. Jax was considering slipping a larger dose into the drink and raping the boy then and there, when a knock interrupted his fantasizing. Max asked who it was, and Dave responded “the guy with your money,” causing Max to jump up and let him in. With the amount he was being paid, Max expected a fat troll. Instead a 6’ tall handsome, muscular but not too defined, fuzzy Italian man with black hair in his forties walked in, causing Max to wonder why such a normal, even attractive, man would want to pay a guy to strip and jerk off for him. Jax left the two of them to finalize the plans for the performance, heading off down the hall and into a room marked ‘employees only.’ “Wow, Tony wasn’t exaggerating,” Dave said as he unashamedly walked a circle around Max and scoped out every inch of what he was buying. “It is almost too bad you have to get dressed before the show, because those briefs are getting me hard. Oh well. Speaking of which, what did you bring to wear?” “I laid out a bunch of the stuff Tony leant me,” Max volunteered. His manner was much more relaxed now, with no shame about showing Dave what he had. Dave knew this was probably due to the ghb and tina he’d instructed Jax to give the boy, but Max just figured he was comfy with Dave because he was a masculine, average joe-type. He pointed out uniforms for a cop, fireman and boy scout, as well as some mix-and-match gear which could be used to make him look like a construction worker or leather-enthusiast. Dave was unimpressed with most of it, so he dumped out the duffle bag on the bed, mixing the costumes with Max’s stuff. “Holy shit boy,” dave exclaimed as he pulled a wrestling singlet, pads and jockstrap out of the pile. “Why were you hiding this?” “That’s not a costume, that’s my wrestling uniform for school. I forgot it was in the bag when I grabbed it to take to Tony’s.” Max said, oblivious to the idea that someone might be interested in seeing his buff, tight body wrapped in skin tight green and black spandex. “That’s the one! Just wear one of Tony’s jockstraps instead of your usual one. No one will be able to see your cock through an athletic cup.” Dave handed Max the singlet, helmet, pads, shoes, jock and an envelope with half of his payment for the evening. “You have thirty minutes to get your cock fluffed, get dressed and meet me at the stairs to head up to the tv room where you’ll be performing. Once you get on stage you can do up to a fifteen minute strip show, but no less than ten. Then you’ll be groping jerking and fingering for the rest of the 30 minutes. If you can oil yourself up as you strip that would be great, or you can let one of the audience do it for you. You will get the rest of the money once you have shot your load. There will be a few guys who would toss you a few extra hundreds if you shoot in their mouth, on their face or chest or let them touch you when you jizz. You need any Viagra or a cock ring or anything to help keep your cock up?” “Um, I don’t think so.” Max began to worry again. No one had warned him about the restrictions, and it wasn’t even a possibility until that second that he might not be able to get it up. “Maybe I’ll take the Viagra, just in case.” “Good idea,” Dave chuckled and pulled his towel off. Underneath was the tiniest pair of blue athletic shorts with white piping, known to man. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out a little blue pill, a leather cock ring with silver snaps, and a bottle of lube. “Take this now, then go do a quick enema to make sure your asshole is clean. There is plastic tubing and water spigots in the stalls by the showers. Then come back here, get your dick hard, and put on the cock ring. Once it is on, your dick will get soft but not smaller. Then hop in that singlet and I’ll see you by the stairs.” Max didn’t have time to ask why he needed the enema before Dave was out the door, but he often administered one before a match to get down a weight class, so he knew what to do. Popping the pill and sliding his briefs back on, he made his way back to the shower area and spotted the stalls. There were a lot more guys around the bath house now than when he arrived, but Max was on a mission, so he didn’t stop to wonder about it. After he was sure he was clean inside and out, he headed back to the room, squirted a generous amount of lube onto both palms and plopped down on the mattress to get his dick up. The video had progressed to a scene where a petite asian girl was being gang banged by 8 hung white and black men, with dicks in every hole, and sometimes two in a single hole. Max’s cock went from flaccid to fully erect in no time, achieving its full 7 and a half inch glory. As the asian slut begged for more cock in her ass and pussy, curiosity got the best of Max, and his right middle finger slid slowly into his virgin crack, teasing his asshole as it had on the rare night when he felt particularly horny. The last time it happened, Max was jerking off at home after a party where his girlfriend had spent the whole night grinding against his cock through his khakis. He’d had a few too many by the end of the evening, and there in his bed he couldn’t quite get hard enough to cum. One teasing finger slowly penetrated his sphincter that night in the dark. It was joined shortly by a second finger, thrusting just deep enough to hit his prostate and blast a huge load all over his chin, neck and chest. Every time he’d played down there he vowed never again, and every time he went a little further. As he remembered the euphoric feeling of the last orgasm, his lubed finger punctured the tight hole, eliciting a drop of pre-cum out of his pisshole. The clock next to the tv caught his eye causing him to pull the finger out since he only had five minutes until he had to be on stage. Carefully gathering his hard dick and big balls in one hand, he snapped on the cock ring and quickly admired how big it made his dick look in the mirror. All his practice getting into uniform after weigh-ins payed off as he shimmied into a black jock strap with a white, semi-transparent pouch, followed by his singlet, knee pads, elbow pads, shoes, and helmet. He almost forgot the lube and oil, but slid them into his elbow pad before grabbing the key and towel and dashing to the stairs. “Right on time.” Dave said, now wearing only a leather cock ring, leather vest and boots. They began up the stairs, as the sound of excited men’s chatter grew louder. “The gang’s all here. I know Tony told you ten to twelve guys, but once I sent out the link with your body pics from the club downtown, we had some added interest. I’ll throw in an extra $500, cool? “Yeah man, whatever.” Max felt like he was floating, rushing and calm all at once, just like before a wrestling match, only better. The crowd noise sounded just like the fans during a meet, tricking his brain and making him forget to hold his towel in front of the obscene bulge in his singlet. “Just tell me where to go and I’m ready.” “I can tell,” Dave said as they turned a corner and stopped in front of a curtain. He reached out and rubbed Max’s muscles just like his coach at school before a match, with a few added strokes along the outline of his cock. “Once you hear your name announced, pull the curtain, hop up on the platform and get going. Do some poses, maybe a wrestling stance or two, then show us what you can do. You’ll get better tips if you go out into the audience a little, but don’t stay out there. They’ll never let you go. ” Dave stepped into the room beyond the curtain, and Max was left alone in the hallway. One last thought of running came to mind, but then a voice came over the speaker and asked the crowd to give it up for wrestling champ Max Rider. The cheer that went up was gigantic, and Max forgot all about running. Rushing through the curtain, he took two long strides and jumped up onto the stage. Max was caught off guard by the fact that it ran the length of the entire room, about 30 feet, but was only 4 feet deep. The wall behind him was mirrored head to toe, with six huge flat screen suspended above, all showing Max from a different angle. The music blasted as the crowd began hooting and hollering. The spotlight in the corner effectively left max blind, but he was sure there had to be at least 40 guys there just based on the shadows and voices he could make out. Ignoring his anxiety, he began by flexing his arms, chest, legs and butt. Once he’d gotten some significant applause, he got down into a wrestling pose and did a take down on the pole located at the far end of the stage. Hearing the guys whistle and clap seemed to make Max excited, in all senses of the word. His cock was about ¾ hard the entire time and working its way to full steam. After tossing in some tumbling and a handstand transforming into walking on his hands, he was running out of moves. Looking up at the tv over his head, Max was relieved to see they had a timer in the corner for how long he’d been up there, which just hit 7 minutes as he watched. “Enough stalling stud! Take it off!” came from the gallery. Do or die time. Max started by peeling away the shoulder straps of his singlet, followed by the helmet and elbow pads. He kept the knee pads on and did a running slide on them to the opposite side of the stage. The next five minutes were some of the most terrifying and thrilling of Max’s life. Once he got the singlet to his waist, he grabbed the oil and hopped into the front row and asked who wanted to oil his chest. The winner was a 20-something thin guy who had a gigantic dick and kept trying to get Max to touch it as he oiled his chest. Another audience member got excited and hoped up and did his shoulders and back, leading to a third guy reaching out, grabbing the singlet, and taking it down to Max’s ankles in one foul swoop. This was too much, so max hopped back on the stage and finished his legs himself. Somewhere in his mind he knew he wasn’t totally in control, and it was only reinforced when Dave climbed up next to him and insisted he be the one to oil up Max’s ass, and max didn’t argue. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” Dave ordered. Max did as he was told and felt as two large, rough Italian hands spread the oil up the back of his thighs, over his cheeks and into his ass crack. He tried to stand up, but Dave pushed him back to a bent position, then spread his ass and oiled the crack for at least a minute, teasing and pressing against the hole. His finger might have gone in if Max hadn’t regained his senses and pulled Dave’s leg out, getting him in a wrestling hold. The audience loved it, and apparently so did Max’s cock, as it was stone hard and dripping. “I’ll give you an extra hundred if you let me peel the jock off with my teeth,” Dave whispered so only Max could hear it. Max released Dave from the hold and stood up, nodding yes. Dave took his sweet time, running his scruffy cheek and lips over the jock before biting the waist band, and slowly dragging it down over the thick pink boy dick. Once the cock head cleared the elastic, it sprang up, flinging a string of precum into the audience. Somehow the teen wrestler with the pulsing pink dick, wearing only knee pads, wrestling shoes and a cock ring got the entire crowd to shut up. Max closed his eyes and began to rub his hands over his chest and abs. Once they were good and oily, he slowly reached down and began to work his dick and balls. As he got closer to cumming, the noise got louder. By the time his half hour was ending, he was still not quite there. A thought came to him and he jumped on it before he realized what he was doing. He turned around, dropped to his knees and spread his legs as far as he could, leaning his face against the mirror. Reaching back he slid one finger down the crack of his ass, circled the hole twice, then rammed it all the way in. He had only seconds until his load would come charging out, but with no other options, he simply threw his shoulders back until they hit the stage, with his head hanging off into the audience. Two strokes of his dick and one thrust of his finger and the explosion began, shooting over his body and into the first row of men. Groans and cheers surrounded him, many of his audience shooting their own load without Max ever knowing it. The next few minutes remain a haze in his memory, but Dave was proud to see the embarrassed straight boy lose himself in the moment, get up, wag his cock at the audience, collect his wrestling gear, and take a bow before rushing off to hide in his room. Back in the basement, Max was spinning faster than a tilt-a-whirl, half of his body tweaking from the tina, and half unable to move from the ghb. He answered a knock at the door to find a very happy Dave. “Fantastic show Max,” He pulled him into a hug, not caring about the sweat, oil, and cum all over Max’s chest. “Here’s the rest of the money plus a generous tip. You were the best I’ve ever seen! Any chance you’d consider doing more stuff for a lot more money?” “No way dude!” Max pulled away and grabbed his towel to cover his nudity and shame. “I can’t believe I did that stuff! I’m gonna shower, get dressed and go home.” “That’s fine. Too bad you can’t stick around though because a buddy of mine wanted to give you a t-shirt of tina as his tip. Room 30 if you change your mind.” Dave knew a new druggie when he saw one, and Tony told him how Max had gone from one purchase every few months to twice a week. He’d specifically given him more than he could possibly afford, knowing he’d be desperate for more and all too willing to exchange his virtue for some cash and crystal. “I…I’ll think about it man.” Max pushed Dave out of the room and disappeared to the showers, washing as fast as his ghb-ed brain could manage. Most of the men in the club were still upstairs so he managed to get clean and back to his room with only two guys making a grab for his cock and ass. When the door shut behind him, he whipped out his pipe and was horrified to see he had smoked most of his stash with Jax before the show. He took a couple big hits and decided to stop by Dave’s room just for the tina. He slid on his briefs and jeans, but couldn’t find his shirt. Knocking at the door, he could hear multiple voices talking in hushed tones. When it opened, Dave, Jax and another tall muscular man were inside, all stripped down to their underwear, including Jax, who had finished his shift. Dave, now in a leather jock with a tear away pouch, introduced Max to Sam, the third guy, who bore a striking resemblance to a wwe wrestler that Max couldn’t quite place. He was built buff and broad like Jax and Dave, but was smooth and had a small belly. Max thought the belly looked good on him, hot even, before remembering why he was there. “Of course Max, I have it right here.” Sam reached under a pillow on the be near him, which made Max notice that this room was much bigger than his, containing a weight bench, some sort of chair suspended from the ceiling and a queen size bed. “Wanna join us for a bowl?” “I guess.” Max was handed the clear glass pipe, but Sam lit the torch and cooked the bowl, forcing him to take a huge hit. He coughed and sputtered and Jax appeared next to him, guiding him to take a seat on the bed between he and Dave, who handed him a bottle of Gatorade to help with the choking. The liquid tasted a little funny, Max’s thought, but downed the entire bottle in a few minutes, while the pipe continued to make the rounds. At first Max was involved in the conversation, but soon found it hard to concentrate. Before he knew what was happening, he was agreeing to let Dave take some photos of him for some extra cash. Jax and Sam helped him to his feet and encouraged him to take off his jeans. He argued for a minute, but must have lost as Sam was sliding them down his legs. Jax had some sort of lightbulb moment and disappeared as Dave and Sam told Max where to sit or stand and what to do. Jax returned with some of the jocks and costume pieces from Max’s room, and helped Max to change into some of them for different shots. Max could hear a voice in his mind telling him this was gay and to run away from these fags, but it was so quiet and the guys were so commanding that Max couldn’t help but give in after every time he argued with them. Once they had shots of him in a bunch of different undies, Dave made a snide comment about how sad it was to see a young guy who couldn’t get it up.Max looked down to his crotch and realized he was soft. Embarrassed, he insisted he could get hard, he just needed a few minutes to jerk off with the porno. “Okay stud, here’s some lube and the tv is right over the bed there.” Dave directed Max’s drugged form to the bed and peeled away the last pair of undies, leaving him nude. “Take your time and get hard while I get some shots of Jax on the weights.” Watching the porn and laying down brought Max back some, allowing him to focus on working his pink dick and balls. In a few minutes he was almost fully hard, but couldn’t seem to get that last little push to full mast. Checking to make sure the other guys weren’t watching, he snuck his finger between his legs and poked at his hole. He worked it in to the second knuckle before he was interrupted. “Looks like Straight Max likes it up the ass,” Sam had turned around and was pointing out Max’s finger play to the others. “Nah man, I just don’t feel right,” Max interjected in his defense. “It’s like I am drunk or something.” “Oh damn, you must have gotten the Gatorade with the ghb be in it,” Jax postulated, knowing full well he had been feeding it to Max all night. The last bottle contained enough that Max was finally letting go, allowing for the next step in Dave’s plan. Max seemed worried but they assured him he’d be fine. “No wonder you need a little fingering to get it up man,” Sam sympathized. “but it’ll work faster if you do a little booty bump to get your ass warmed up.” “What’s that?” Max asked as Dave took a large crystal from the bag and placed it on the end of his lubed finger. “It’s just like smoking a bowl, but it will help get you horny.” Dave said, as Sam pulled Max’s legs open. “I’m gonna put it in this time cause you don’t know how and you might mess it up.” “Wait man, I don’t---UHHHN.” Max groaned as Dave replaced Max’s small finger with two of his thick meaty digits. Max tried to pull away, but Sam held him fast as Dave pushed the big rock as deep into his virgin ass as he could. With his free hand, Dave began stroking Max’s cock, ignoring Max’s feeble pleas for him to stop. A burning sensation deep in Max’s hole made him moan, which Jax decided to mute by taking off the white briefs he was wearing and shoving them in Max’s mouth. Much to his own disgust, the booty bump did the trick and Max was hard as a rock in minutes, leaking copious amounts of seminal fluid and suddenly hungry for another finger in his hole. Dave could see the fight fading out of Max’s eyes, and began working his fingers back and forth. The crystal had dissolved entirely by that point, and Max was primed for the cherry-popping. Jax pulled the briefs from max’s mouth and, as expected, he only moaned. The three men shared a look and a smile between them, acknowledging the rape they were about to commit. Sam released Max’s legs and moved to the end of the bed, where he set up a camera. Jax reached up to the head of the bed under a pillow and pulled out poppers, a butt plug, a huge bottle of lube, some adjustable cock rings and a cock pump. Dave stayed put, working Max’s hole, but releasing his cock to Jax who lubed it up and slid it into the cock pump. While their teen victim’s cock was pumped bigger than ever, Dave reached back and pulled at the snaps on the pouch containing his cock. Max could just barely see over the end of the bed when he raised his head, and began to squirm again once he saw the 9 inch uncut monster Dave was lubing up. “Don’t worry about that Max,” Dave leaned in and whispered to the stoned boy. “Sam’s got at least two inches on me. That’s why I am going before him.” Max jerked his head to where Sam was filming the action, and sure enough, stroking his 11” cut monster dick. The head alone was enough to split Max down the center, let alone the thick, veiny shaft. Max wanted desperately to push them off and make a run for it, but instead he got a shotgun hit of tina from Jax’s goateed mouth, followed by his first man-on-man kiss. His mind was screaming “disgusting,” but his body leaned into it and kissed back. “Fuck yeah, he’s ready.” Jax told Dave, who was coating his dick with tina-laced lube. Afraid for his life, Max tried with all his might to over-power the urge in his loins telling him to do it. It might have worked, except Dave simultaneously pulled his fingers from Max’s ass. “Don’t!” Max moaned, reaching out to try and stop Dave from depriving his hungry hole of something to fill it. “Put it back.” “Damn, this boy IS ready.” Sam said, laughing and moving in closer to get a good shot of Dave pulling Max to the end of the bed and putting Max’s legs up against his shoulders. “Give it to him Davey-boy.” “Don’t worry Maxwell, I’ve got something your ass will like even more.” Dave promised while working back his foreskin, pressing the head to the virgin hole, and leaning in. “FUCK!” Max screamed. His body shot back to almost total control, but Jax was prepared, holding Max down as one, two, three, six inches sank into his no-longer-virgin cunt. The men knew every boy’s first fuck was hard, and they were prepared to make sure this deflowering happened whether Max wanted it or not. “Take it out man! Jesus! Get off me you fucking faggot!” “You’ll regret that bitch,” Dave growled like an animal and started thrusting in and out, faster and deeper with each stroke. Within five strokes he was balls deep. Within fifteen strokes, he was up to a steady rhythm. By the 25th stroke, he was pounding Max like the whore he was meant to be. ‘No’s and cries for help were replaced with sobs, which turned to grunts, eventually becoming moans and whimpers, until Max was able to form words again. “Yeah. Fuck. That. Hole. Dave.” Max urged his rapist on. He felt guilt, shame and disgust at the core of his being. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized he was asking a man to fuck him like some two dollar prostitute. He also felt the most satisfying, complete physical sensation he’d ever known, like a constant orgasm, coming directly from where Dave’s cock head bottomed out in Max’s butt. “That’s right Max, you’re mine now. You’re nothing but a bottom bitch cumdump from now on. You’ll try to fight it after you leave tonight, but I guarantee you’ll be back in a week or two, pretending you haven’t spent every day dreaming about having me breed you again. Maybe you’ll even get a girlfriend to play house with, but she’ll just be keeping you busy until you have a man shooting inside you again.” Dave was now up on the bed, fucking Max so hard that his shoulders where next to his ears. Jax had to remove the cock pump because it was hitting Max in the face everytime Dave buried his dick balls deep in Max’s boyhole. “Open your eyes and look at me Maxwell. Good, now tell me you want me to cum in your ass. DO IT!” “Cum…Cum in my…” Max wanted it but admitting it out loud would take away the last straw of dignity he had. “Say it or I pull out right now and you’ll never have a dick inside you ever again,” Dave stopped his pounding and rammed his cock as deep as he could and held perfectly still waiting for an answer. Max was silent until Dave began to withdraw his massive meat, motivating Max to make the rightchoice. “Cum in my ass sir, please! I need you to cum in my ass right now!” Max screamed, reaching up to grab Dave’s hips and pull him back into the hole. “You asked for it.” Dave resumed pounding, kicking it up to top speed for the longest minute of Max’s life, a minute that Max wanted to continue forever. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. HERE I CUUUUUUMMMM!” Dave forced his dick a fraction of an inch deeper than the deepest he’d gone and flooded Max with two weeks of tina-filled cum. He tried to count how many pumps of sperm he unloaded in the sweet boy hole, but lost could around 18, which was somewhere near the middle. Once the last drip had worked its way out of his piss slit, he slowly retreated until only the head of his considerable cock remained lodged just inside Max.”Come take my place quick Jax.” Jax did as requested, hoping off the bed and sidling up as close as possible. Max moaned when Dave’s angry read cock head finally popped out, but settled down an instant later with Jax continuing where Dave left off. Dissatisfied with the position he was fucking his new toy, Jax thrust his muscular arms under Max’s shoulders and pulled his body up off the bed, fucking as they walked over to the weight bench, which was set on an incline. Once there, Jax spun Max’s legs until the boy was face down with his head downhill from his hole. Max lost track of time as he gave in to the bliss he felt with every thrust. He didn’t even object as Sam stuffed his mouth full of the giant dick that would eventually destroy his spermy, sloppy butt. “Here cums load number two. Take it Max!” Jax 8 ½ inches swelled and throbbed as he added another pint of baby batter to the straight cum receptacle he had schemed, drugged and abused. Jax knew at the moment of his orgasm that he had done the right thing. Max asked for more when Jax slid out with an audible pop, and then he remembered who was next in line. Dave was now working the camera as Jax jimmied the butt plug into max, and then helped him up and walked him over to the suspended chair the men called a “sling.” With Sam on his right and Jax on his left, they hoisted him into the leather contraption, and secured his arms and legs, before unplugging his ass. He was about to ask why they did that when Sam inserted 2/3rds of his massive meat into the boy in one thrust. Max screamed and passed out for a few minutes. When he awoke, Sam was all the way in, and Max was getting shotgun hits of tina from Jax and Dave. Max never did get used to the length and girth of the horse cock rearranging his organs, but he did beg for every inch of it when Sam got ready to shoot. There was no one left to fill Max after he received the third load, or so he thought. “Sam and I are headed to the shower, but we’re leaving the door open and Jax will be running the camera.” Dave told Max while force feeding him more ghb. “Sam stuffed another rock up your dirty hole, and it should kick in just in time for the news to spread that our straight stripper boy is open for loading. I expect you to have at least two more loads by the time I get back.” Max struggled against his bonds and begged for them not to do it as the g kicked in. They did it anyway.
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CLAW: The Bathhouse Warm-Up
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Cleveland—April, 2022 I made it into Cleveland easily. It was rather odd to be in a hotel again; even if it was not the host hotel, it was busy and full of people. I had decided my way back into CLAW was to stay somewhere else—and mingle as I felt motivated. I set up my room—and wrote a little. After dinner, I decided I really wanted to explore the bathhouse in town, not try to juggle the apps. I had not been to this one in several years. The pandemic was not the only excuse—but the last couple of CLAW’s I was just too busy elsewhere to go. Flex is huge—so I would only be in crowds if I wanted to be… I got there around 10pm. I ditch the clothes in the locker and take a tour to familiarize myself with the place again. I am dressed in a used, but clean-ish, jock, chaps and boots. My towel is slung over my shoulder. The wet area is on the same level as the locker room. Up a floor, I find the old play area/video room. There are more fuck benches and other assorted fuck furniture in it now. I go down the hall to what was once the CLAW wing of the bathhouse. The bathhouse has now set it up as its own garden of earthly delights with a dark area, gloryholes for dicks, a padded table, a glory hole wall for asses, a padded table that swings on chains and the usual couple of everyday slings on stands. And there is one other person milling around in the space—who is not interested in me at all. I walk a little more and find the tiny sling room in the middle of all the single rooms. There is a young man in it. He’s very good looking, his ebony skin shining in the spot light trained at the sling. I kneel and eat his ass. He strokes his sizable dick while I do it. I spit one last time on his hole and stand up. My cock pushes at his wet pucker. “Man, I’m only looking for guys to suck me.” I stop dead, shrug. In a sling? I go back to my tour. The sling in the old play area is now busy. A trim, hairy man around my age is getting fucked by a much younger guy. I stop and work on the bottom’s nipples. He groans and thanks me. The young guy fucking him is having trouble with his erection. He is squeezing the base of his cock as he pumps. He leans over to suck the bottom, making it hard to give him a good stroke. The bottom looks at my cock. “Let this guy have a turn.” The young man reluctantly agrees. He moves to the side, his hands on the bottoms nipples, as I go in. The bottom is instantly telling me how to fuck him. I want to cover his mouth with my hand, but I don’t. “I want you both in me at the same time.” The kid turns pale, but gamely says ‘yes.’ I lead them towards the padded bench in the new area. The kid looks at all the chains and gloryholes---and all but runs out of the room… * “Fuck, that feels good.” I have found a fuck bud in the sling in the old play area. I am balls deep in Cowboy Boots. He knows how to work his ass to give me a great fuck. My hand grazes his nipples as I fuck into him. “Have you seen the new space?” I ask. He hasn’t. We go there to fuck—and to see if we can draw people in. He hops into one of the slings. There are more people back here now. We even get a couple to watch and stroke. One, a young lanky Black guy, is especially turned on. He watches my cock split into Cowboy Boots. When I pull out, he gasps. “I want that.” “In the sling?” “I need to sit on it.” Cowboy Boots gives me a thumbs-up to go with the young man. We go to the padded bench. I lie down. He unrolls a Magnum on my dick. I lube it up. He unrolls one on his dick, too. Then he settles down on me. He sighs, pauses and begins to ride and stroke. In no time he fills that condom with his own seed… * Later. I find a hot looking ass on a table in the old, dark play space. The only light in this dark area falls on the ass crack of the man on all fours. I caress those cheeks and figure out that it is Cowboy Boots. I slip into him again and fuck. The bench squeaks in rhythm with me. This attracts guys. They stroke. But I can’t get anyone to take a turn up his ass. I smack his butt—letting the sound ring in this dark area. CB tightens down on me and I continue to plow… * I wander the warren of single rooms. One door is open which does not have a man on all fours. He is young, handsome and has a killer smile. His black skin looks even darker as he reclines on the white sheet. “Come in,” he gestures. He sits up and in moments is giving me exquisite head. He does my shaft, my balls and back again. He loves when I fuck his face. He pulls off me to catch his breath. The gym and his hard work have given him a magnificent chest. And killer abs. His cock, a good seven incher, is rock hard. I think that’s it. And reach for my water bottle. I’m wrong. “I love your cock. Will you fuck me?” He flips over. His bubble butt is perfectly formed. I go to my knees. He moans into the tiny pillow as my tongue connects with his tight pucker… More to come... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: The Bathhouse Warm-Up (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 26, 2022
