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Deep In the Woods...and Several Asses
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
The Wilds of Michigan—May, 2021 I have written about this gay campground before, but it has been awhile. I had to look it up myself to see--and be surprised—that the last time I visited was in 2018. My host was the same man. He’s around my age, with iron grey hair, ex-military and with a large cock that bulges in the middle. I have mentioned before what a challenge he is to suck. I got there on a Friday, in the middle of the afternoon. We took a tour—both walking and by his golf cart—of the place. The campground seems to be flourishing and making improvements. The play area deep in the woods was set up as I remembered it—a sling, several tires buried in the ground to support men as they took dick, a fuck bench and, down a path, a glory hole wall with three holes. The St. Andrews cross was not there. I had used it last time, leaning against it, so the lighting they had rigged on the ground shone up onto my spit slicked erection—as a beacon for all cocksuckers. It had been taken up to the dance party area…Don’t ask, I don’t know why… We relaxed after the tour—and later had a good dinner off the grill. I mentioned to my host how flattering it was that a number of the regulars we saw on our tour had remembered me from my last visit, now quite a while ago. They all remembered my flight suit. I had worn it for it kept me covered and protected from mosquitoes, plus giving me pockets for lube, etc. And, I’ll admit, my cock looked great coming through the unzipped fly. By nine o’clock, I was horny. I had brought the flight suit and got into it along with my combat boots. Taking a bottle of water, my host and I went out in search of some fun… It’s early and we know it. It is dark out here. There is just enough lighting along the paths to keep you on them. There is a man wandering near the sling, but he seems more lost than cruising. We head down to the glory hole set up. We hear someone shuffle on the other side. My bud unzips and puts his hardening dick through the wall. His sigh tells me he is getting serviced. And well. I unzip and stroke to his grunts of pleasure. He pulls out with “There’s another cock here for you.” I stick my dick through the hole. It’s a little low, but I can bend just enough. The mouth is hot and wet—and the tongue talented. I grunt my satisfaction. My friend sticks his dick through a second hole—so the sucker can suck one of us and jerk the other. This is at first hot—then not enough. He nods to me and we go around the wall to find the good looking man still on his knees. He loves taking us back and forth—or occasionally both our heads in his mouth at once. When I am not being sucked and licked, I slap his face with my wet cock, making a moist smacking sound in the dark forest. We are joined by an older Latino. He unzips—and we pull out of the young man’s mouth so he can harden up inside the guy. His cock hardens—and explodes with cum in just moments. The cocksucker swallows gratefully. The cocksucker slides his cum filled mouth back on my friend. The sucker is wearing nothing but a white T-shirt and shorts with an athletic waistband. My hand goes down his back and a finger touches his hole. He pants. He pulls off the dick in his mouth and says—“Let me go get cleaned out.” He leaves. And a cock comes through the middle hole. I go to my knees and suck it. Out of the corner of my eye I see a new man emerge from the darkness and kneel to service my friend. The cock in my mouth pulls out and another, much thicker dick takes its place. It’s not there for long. Through the wall I hear “Fuck me with that…” The dick pulls out and I hear the breath intake of the man on the receiving end. I get up and go around the partition. A handsome young man is fucking the man who was the centerpiece of all my sling play the last time I was here. He braces himself against the wall. He looks little rough around the edges with tattoos scattered across his body—which I find more hot than off putting. The top nods at me and the bottom grins. He bends slightly and sucks my dick into his mouth. The crowd is picking up. There are a dozen men here now, most with their cocks out in the warm night air. I encourage a bystander to take my place—and he does. The Young Man offers me the ass he’s been fucking. I slip into the bottom. He’s wet and hot and wonderful, clenching down on me hard as I begin to buck into him. Soon the man in his mouth pulls out and takes a turn on his ass. The Young Man is having his cock sucked by a man significantly older than me. Someone else takes me into his mouth—knowing full well I just pulled out of the man who will be everyone’s butt boy tonight. * We have regrouped around a picnic table. My friend has reminded me the bottom’s name is Sam. He is kneeling on the seating portion of the picnic table, his chest to the table top. A big burly man is fucking him aggressively. I let two onlookers suck my dick as I wait my turn to go back up Sam. Sam’s roommate, who I also remember, arrives and takes over on my cock. The aggressive guy howls out his orgasm and takes off. I kneel with the roommate—we take turns felching some of the load dripping out of Sam. I let the roommate take the next fuck. He pumps him for a little while, then offers me his cum coated cock to suck. I do, slurping it down. “Fuck him with that big thing,” the Roommate says to me—but also to the men surrounding us who are jerking or sucking each other. I stand up and sink into the cummy hole. It feels even hotter now. Moments later, the Roommate taps me on the shoulder. “I’m gonna cum!” I pull out and he makes it into his partner just to time to blast another load in Sam. He lets me clean his cock and Sam’s hole—but the two soon go off looking for more fun. * I go back to the glory hole area. I can’t find my friend. I assume he got off and left. I do find the same young man making out with the same older man. It seems only logical for me to drop to my knees and suck their dicks. The older one pulls out of my mouth and turns the younger guy so his butt is in my face. The young guy juts his hot ass into my face. I spend long minutes tonguing his tight hole as he grinds it for me. Soon the older man kneels and wants a taste. “Kiss him,” he whispers to me. He obviously knows what this boy likes, so I do. The kid loves the taste of his hole on my tongue. We share a hot moment. A hot daddy in just jeans and an open leather jacket arrives. He hauls out a short, but thick cock. A man emerges from the shadows to suck it. I go over and use my tongue on the Daddies pronounced nipples. The man on his knees gives up. I go down. It’s a challenge to open wide enough. And there is a big PA to deal with as well. I flatten that down with my tongue and manage to get down over halfway on his shaft. He grunts his satisfaction, pats me on the shoulder and leaves. The mixed age couple is now so into each other I don’t want to intrude. A finger comes through the far right glory hole. I get some head…but it’s not good so I thank him and head to the sling area. The same man is in the sling—a man that Sam had told me to be wary of as he never cleans out. I avoid him and fuck a pale white ass on the fuck bench… * It’s late. There is a cluster on men at the picnic table. A handsome man of maybe 45 is allowing three men, one of them the man in the leather jacket, to suck his cock. I watch leather jacket take over from another. The handsome guy smiles at me. I wait my turn. And get it. I seemingly get him close until he reaches down and hefts my cock. “God damn. Fuck me!” He gets up and stands, bending only slightly. I grease up—and make a surprisingly easy entrance into him. The other men move around him. One has his mouth on his left nipple, another on the right. Leather Jacket takes the Handsome One’s cock. I fuck the ass slowly and deliberately. “Oh, yeah. Faster!” he commands me. I do. I fuck at top speed until he blows in Leather Jacket’s mouth. And the fool spits it out. The men disperse, except for Leather Jacket. I ask if he wants to get off. “Yeah, but let me piss first.” I kneel. “Where are you going?” It takes a moment, but he finally gets it. “You are a bad boy…” He gives me his cock. Piss gushes out of the slit—and around the PA. I swallow him down easily. He just stays in place as the piss subsides and he hardens up. I have more of him in my mouth this way. He pumps my face—but I know my teeth are hurting him; there is no way to cover them with his thickness. He pulls out and jerks his dick. “Take my load, fucker. Take it. Take it now!” And he blasts all over my extended tongue. I swallow. He takes off. I am tired. I would love to get off with somebody. But there is no one left. I head home, knowing that I will just have that much more to shoot on Saturday… If you need to see a picture of me in my flight suit, follow the link: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/08/deep-in-woodsand-several-asses.html-
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The Orgy with the Double Decker Sling
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Grand Rapids—May, 2021 It was time to head up north for some group fun. Once again the host asked me to bring the rimseat and the chains from my sling. I arrived early and we hung the two slings above each other. This time we took the pictures you see here, before the group got into full swing. Sometimes the men trickle in over the first hour. Today it seems like everyone arrives right at the start time. The bed is a dog pile of cock sucking. I can’t quite get an accurate count but there are at least a dozen of us licking balls and sucking cock. And I am rimming the hot ass of our host as he chokes on a heavy hung regular. I move aside, still kneeling, to make way for the wet cock of the man our host was gagging on. He is ready to plow. I watch in extreme close up as he works it into the hole I have opened with my tireless tongue. He works it steadily into the tiny hole—but soon all seven veiny inches are buried in the slim butt in front of him. He holds a moment before beginning a slow, easy stroke. I am mesmerized. I can’t take my eyes off this sizable cock disappearing into our petite host. I am brought back to reality as the fucker pulls out and slaps my face with his moist, ass slicked, cock. “Get me wetter,” he grunts. I happily do some ATM for him. I love the taste of this ass—and now it is on his big dick. I leave lots of spittle on the cock—and guide it back into the winking hole. He fucks him hard this time. I don’t move. I am treated to another taste of my host’s butt—from deep where my tongue can’t reach. I spit repeatedly on the seven incher as he pulls it out of my mouth and goes back into the upturned butt. Then I stand up and begin fucking myself—working my way around the bed… * I am now under the rimseat. A slim regular is straddling my chest, about to sit down. Over the course of the evening I have fucked him three times—and watched him be used by others. I now want to taste his ass as only the rimseat can let me. He lowers himself carefully and sits. My tongue spears into him. He whimpers—and I hear him do some poppers. I am getting the steady drip of someone’s cum onto my tongue. I slurp it down noisily. A hand bats my fist away from my erection. I stop stroking and let someone suck my dick as I felch the load out of the ass mashed onto my face. Soon the man stops sucking and begins to ride my cock. The drip of cum into my mouth and the man fucking himself on me is likely to take me over the edge. He stops impaling himself—just before the point of no return. “You need to eat my ass,” says the guy who’s been riding me. It is unmistakably our host. “In the sling,” he finishes. We all re-group. The host climbs up into the top sling. The man with the load I was eating gets in the lower sling, anxious for me to churn the remaining cum with my engorged dick. I sink into him first. Then my face is covered by a wet and hairy hole. My dick fucking goes on automatic as I begin to tongue fuck the ass in my face. I am reaming him out with each thrust. My host’s mouth goes into over drive. He tells me: to fuck that boy below; to eat his hole out; to give the guy my cum—so he can eat it out. Others come in from the bed area and watch us. I love that two couples fuck on the floor on either side of us—so they can watch. And a hung bottom guy feeds the man in the lower sling his dick. I let another top take my place—while I move to feeding my dick to the bottom sling guy. The new top only occasionally takes a lick of the man on top. I keep thinking he doesn’t know what he is missing. The top moves away—and I go back to the simultaneous holes and fuck away with cock and tongue… * Much later. We are winding down. Our host has a lot of cum in his ass—but so do many others. (God, I wish I was multi-orgasmic!) I am on the bed, making out with a 30–something young man with a shaved head. He and his partner/boyfriend/fuck bud/random hook up have arrived late, but in time to get some cock up his ass. He then fucks his man each time someone pulls out of his ass. The three of us are on the bed. I am kissing the shaved head guy—wet and sloppy. The Latino partner is going back and forth on our two cocks. I roll over and tell Shaved Head I want to fuck him. He gets on all fours. His partner crawls under him to suck his cock as he gets plowed. I eat out the hole for a moment—the enter him. The partner goes from sucking his man, to licking my balls as I fuck. It’s heaven—and unexpected. I fuck him harder…really slamming into Shaved Head. I pull out, curious if the Latino will do ATM. He does. He swallows me down and makes the hottest moan of pleasure at tasting his friend’s ass so completely. I pull out of his mouth and go back up the ass. The Latino is right there, licking the shaft of my dick as it enters his man. “I need to fuck,” mutters the guy I am plowing. I stop and let him roll out from under me. He goes right up the Latino—who, still on his back, is busy cleaning my dick. I lean forward and spit on the Shaved Head’s dick which is disappearing in the tangle of very hairy ass. Shaved Head knows I want it before I do. He pulls out and lets me get my first taste of the Latino’s ass. I groan. Even better—the Latino has wormed between my legs and is now eating my ass. Shaved Head plows back into him, as I sit up—and smash my ass down on the boy’s face. His uncut cock erects. Fully, for the first time. And shoots all over his hairy chest. I scoop up some of his cum and taste it. Shaved Head seems to know to stop. I smear the rest of the load on my dick and tell Shaved Head I am going back up him—coated with the load. “Do it. Fuck me with his cum…” Shaved Head is back on all fours, straddling the Latino. They kiss as I fuck. In moments, Shaved Head explodes all over the spent cock of the Latino. The contractions of his ass are too much. I fire deep into his hole. And our host is right there to lick up every drop of cum… For the pictures, you have to go to the orginal: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/08/the-orgy-with-double-decker-sling.html -
Keshawn's Birthday Orgy
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
The actual next entry, The Watcher, contains moments of straight sex observed. Not sure if I can mix thing on a blog on this site--I will just give a link to those who might care: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/the-watcher.html Louisville—May, 2021 Keshawn, he of that glorious ass and massive dick, let me know that he was holding a birthday party for himself in Louisville. He was inviting some of his favorite (and vaccinated) men for an all out hotel orgy to celebrate the day. Could I come? I barely had to think. Of course I would go. I was more than ready for something like this. I booked a room at another hotel across the river for my overnight. On the day, I got to town early. I napped at my deserted motel and just before the appointed time drove across the river and found his much bigger—and more highly occupied—hotel. I waited forever for an elevator as they were being very strict about how many people were in each car. I eventually made it up—and knocked… Keshawn lets me in. There are easily a dozen men, all clothed and masked, in the room. They are watching the enormous television and having a drink, sipping carefully around the face coverings. I feel like they are all waiting for me. It is a lovely diverse lot of men: in body type, in age, in color, in kink level. We chat. I open my bottle of water. I am actually feeling a little ill at ease as they all seem to know each other. One more man arrives—and it’s the cue to strip. The great equalizer. Off come the clothes and the masks. I have a man kneeling in front of me before I can get my leather cuff on. I have opted for a brand new jock, boots and my wrist cuff. The man sucking me moves on. I kneel and give warm up head to hot Latino daddy. Men are everywhere on the two beds and on the surrounding floor. Everyone seems to have a strong oral side. There is a lot of back and forth. I look at two young men, both on their knees, sharing the dick of a man who is likely older than their combined ages. It’s a great vibe. I watch Keshawn, lying on the bed, as his cock is sucked by a heavier, older white guy. I go towards them. The older guy moves around, squatting over that big dick and lowers himself slowly onto it. I love seeing the ebony shaft disappearing into his pale, white ass. I go over, kneel and begin to lick Keshawn’s balls. Soon I am tonguing the shaft as it comes out of this guy’s ass. Keshawn pulls him down, so they are chest to chest. I lick the full length of that hot cock, while only the thick head is still buried in the man. The head plops out eventually, so I suck his cock—and then work it back into the man, using my spit for lube. Keshawn announces he wants my dick. We move around the bed so he can continue to fuck the big guy—and I can fuck Keshawn. This works well. I have had him in this position any number of times. I stand still and let him impale himself on me and then he fucks into the guy still on the bed. Eventually, we vary it by letting the guy suck the ass juice off of Keshawn—and I take a turn up the white guy. This man’s hole is hot, wet and squeezes anything invading him. A good fuck. And one we both return to countless times over the night. * I have moved around the bed. I have two younger men on my dick. Well, one is on my dick and the other my balls. The guy sucking me is Latino and very handsome. The ballsucker is average, thin, white, blond and cute. And he has bottomed for the man sucking me. I can’t wait to taste his ass. As they both come up for air, I go to my knees and begin rimming the blond, turning his hips so he takes the Latino in his mouth. I love how fluid we all are…for soon the Latino joins me on the floor and we take turns tongue fucking this boy. Then we take turns fucking him with our dripping dicks. I drop back to my knees as he fucks him first. I make it clear, that I want him to pull out of the Blond and fuck my mouth. He gets it. He does it. And pushes right back into the ass, with a satisfied groan. When it’s my turn to fuck, the Latino goes to his knees, expecting the same treatment. I love pulling out, letting him clean me off and pushing back between the Blond’s swollen ass lips. We change off, each of us fucking the blond once more—before Keshawn approaches and splits the Blond’s ass all but in two. The Latino and I stay on our knees and take turns cleaning Keshawn’s gorgeous cock. * I have a very intimate moment with a much older Latino. He has been fucking all the available hole. His dick isn’t big, but has a delicious looking thick foreskin. He stands, leaning against the wall as I clean his cock of precum and ass jizz. He both zone out and forget the rest of the room for about 10 minutes… * I am sprawled on the bed. I have asked a freshly fucked man to ride my tongue. He is planted on my face. Someone has gone from sucking my cock to riding it. The man on my tongue is squirming and moaning…and leaking a load onto my tongue. I tongue fuck as hard as I can, enjoying all the juices he drips into my mouth. Finally, his legs give out and he moves off me. I see it is Keshawn riding my dick. He leans down to my face and whispers—“I want you to meet my friend.” I nod and he gets me. We don’t have far to go—just to the other bed. I had seen him from the first moment I walked in. He is the handsomest man in the room, where there are a number of contenders. He is around the same age as Keshawn, He is muscled—with a harness showing off the definition. His dark skin literally glows. He is well hung and has been topping every man who wants his large cock. I am introduced with “This is the guy from Michigan I told you about.” The handsome one smiles—and hefts my cock, letting out an appreciative breath. He kneels, as does Keshawn. They share my cock back and forth. Soon, Keshawn stands up—and now the handsome one has me and Keshawn’s monster slapping at his face. I pull out and go to the floor and take the handsome one to the root as Keshawn fucks his mouth. Soon, we trade off on fucking Keshawn. At some point in our rotation of going from his ass to his mouth, Keshawn tells his friend: “You should let him fuck you.” There is momentary pause, then Handsome one pulls out of Keshawn’s ass and bends over the foot of the bed. “Go easy,” he mumbles. I kneel and get my first taste of his ass. Keshawn spreads the Handsome One’s cheeks so I can tongue him deeper. I spit and tongue and poke—making the man beg for my dick. “Fuck me, stud…” he mumbles into the bedspread. I stand up and enter him. I get three inches into him. Keshawn kneels and pulls my cock out of his ass, licks it and spits a bigger gob of spit back on it. I now sink halfway in. The Handsome One groans. I reach under him, touch his cock and get a handful of pre-cum. Again I pull out and let Keshawn taste his friend. I rub the pre-cum in with the spit…and glide into the willing ass. Keshawn now squirms under me and is there to lick my balls as I fuck his friend. It’s not a long fuck—but an incredibly satisfying one. Soon enough he asks me to stop so he can fuck Keshawn. This time I eat his freshly fucked hole on the each backstroke. He loves this. He fucks him harder and harder—and slams back each time onto my pointed tongue. “I want to taste your hole”—he announces to the room. I am tossed on my back on the bed. Keshawn holds my legs—and sits on my face. I feel the wet tongue of the Handsome One explore my hairy crack. When he has had his fill, he tells Keshawn to get off my face—he has to kiss me. It is an incredibly hot kiss—the taste of all our asses on each other’s tongues—for Keshawn is right there—all three mouths sharing and exploring… * When I come back to earth, I notice a couple more men have arrived. I am thinking we are around 16 now. Soon enough, I have had some sort of sexual contact with almost everyone in the room. Men are beginning to shoot—down throats or in asses. The Handsome One breeds a regular fuck bud of his. I am there to felch and share with the bottom. I know I want to breed the Birthday boy. How else could I possible thank him for including me? As the men begin departing, I tug Keshawn by the cock to the far bed. I put him on his back. I want to watch his face as I give him my loads. I eat his ass briefly—having been there so much of the night. I rear up—enter him and fuck. Hard. “Fill me up,” Keshawn moans, stroking that monster cock. That’s all it takes after the hours of play. My balls give up—and I shoot my pent up load. In two strokes—he joins me, shooting a massive load all over his chest. I lick some up… and bring it to his mouth. We kiss… “Fuckin’, happy birthday,” I say as I drool his load into his mouth… And the link, as always to explore the rest of the blog: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/keshawns-birthday-orgy.html -
A TOP TURNED INTO A PIG BOTTOM FOR THE NIGHT Like a lot of people at the time, when 9/11 happened, I went to a dark place and made some questionable choices. I have no regrets. I am who I am today because of myself then. And I had a TON of fun and memories...WHEW! I was living in NYC at this time. I had good looks, a hot body, and a thick dick that I loved to open and fuck hole with. I would sometimes fantasize about being a bareback top prostitute. Eventually, at the same time as holding down 2 regular jobs, I started hustling on Rentboy.com and did well. I treated myself to leather chaps, a leather codpiece thong, a harness, and some biker boots at the Leatherman. I'm actually wearing the harness and codpiece in my profile pic if you want to see. And I had a great time with the guy fitting me in the store, too. But that's another story. I also planned on hitting the Black Party that following March in my new gear. A few days before the party, an out-of-town client from San Francisco emailed me and asked for a session the same night as the party. I decided it could be fun to get the juices flowing before the party, so I agreed. The night arrived and after a good gym session and cleaning myself up, I changed into my leather, smoked a few hits of tina out of the glass pipe(also a new thing for me at the time), put a long coat on over my party clothes and grabbed a cab to meet him in his room at the W Hotel. At the time, I was almost all top and didn't enjoy getting fucked very much. When I got there, we traded amazing kisses and spit, and then Bob started eating my ass and opening up my hole. He was set on fucking me. The conquest game. I caught on pretty fast. But I wasn't in the mood to put up a fight. The tina was hitting and I was ready to enjoy the ride. The way he ate ass and spread me open made me think he'd be a good top. Bob would rim my hole with a steady pressure, then pull away and flick his tongue on my ass as my hole got hungrier. He got me on the bed and threw a great fuck into me, using the mirrors to watch himself pump his dick in my hole still in my leather chaps. He knew how to open me up. Bob fucked me all over the hotel room and shot his cum deep when he reached the point of no return. We both had a great time and after a quick shower, he sent me to the party with a hole still full of his DNA. Bob had "conquered" me and I was happy about it. And horned to get more raw dick in me. I met friends at the party and spent a while dancing before deciding to leave them and heading to the dark hallway on the second floor that was being used as the back room. I went down the hall slowly looking for a piece of thick dick. I was on the prowl. About halfway, I had a hot man with tribal tats go down on his knees in front of me. I opened up the codpiece and let him suck my dick while other guys started feeling up my ass and trying to get their fingers around the leather strap covering my hole. I was getting into the hot, wet mouth sliding on my bone when a pnp fuckbud of mine tapped me on the shoulder and told me to follow him and two really hot guys that were with him. Steve was a young stud with a smooth body and a big bulge in his leather chaps, and Al was a tall, beautiful bald man with a sexy clipped goatee and thick, full lips. Dave led us to the end of the hall and out a door onto a wide staircase landing. We all started to kiss and suck each other's dicks. Dave was sucking on Steve's uncut dick while Al got my strap unsnapped and starting licking my hole. When he realized I was loaded with Bob's jizz, I heard and felt him hum on my hole and he went to town. Al's moans were vibrating his tongue buried deep inside me and it felt awesome. Then Al stood up, turned me around and snowballed some of the cum back to me. Dave turned to me and asked if I had ever slammed tina. I told him that I'd seen it done and I was willing to try. Dave told me they had slammed earlier, but he had an extra rig he could shoot into me and send me flying. As Dave's friend Al continued to trade spit and cum with me, Dave pulled a loaded syringe out of an inside pocket of his leather vest. He unsnapped one of the leather arm bands he was wearing and put it on my left arm, snapping it on tightly. He took the needle and pushed it into one of my veins that was popping out. He pulled back on the plunger and got my blood to register in the needle before he slammed the plunger down and filled my body with a warm rush. My mind exploded with lust and my hole felt wet and hungrier than ever before. Dave said he wanted to fuck me. Something Dave had never done before. In the past, we had always tag-teamed bottoms and sucked each other's dicks. I gave him a wink, a deep kiss and told him to bury his bone. He bent me over the railing and sank his warm, thick cock inside me. I was a happy camper. He grabbed hold of my chaps and started long-dicking me into heaven. We were having a hot orgy using the stairs and railings before Dave began to really pound my ass and he dumped his load in me. Dave set off a chain reaction and Al came in Steve's smooth hole right after, fucking his jizz deep while Steve was on his back with his legs spread wide. After we finished and were talking, Dave said he knew a few of the porn guys putting on the live sex show downstairs and he could get us into the backstage area to fuck around with them. We all started back through the door we came in from and down the dark, crowded hallway. We got about halfway down the hall when I ran into a man that stopped me in my tracks. He had this intensity about him that was a total turn-on. He looked kind of dangerous. He had great blue eyes, was topless with a great body, and was wearing jeans and a bowler hat. He looked like a handsome, but sketchy, carnival worker. After we stared at each other for a moment, He reached out, grabbed the back of my neck and brought me to him for a hot kiss. My friends had continued walking by now and I decided to stay and see where this might lead. He kissed me with his eyes locked on mine and everything started to fall away around us. The focus was very passionate. I hadn't seen his cock yet, but I knew I wanted him fucking me RIGHT THEN AND THERE. I unsnapped the the codpiece again and turned around. He opened up his jeans fast and within seconds my ass was getting fed his 8" thick, hard dick. The nearby crowd was watching us bareback and were sharing in this hot moment of pure lust. The heat was spreading to the men around us and they began to fuck around with more intensity, too. The man in the bowler was pounding my hole and I was bent over in my chaps with my hands on my knees to brace against his dick and hips slamming into my ass. Every now and then I raised up to look at this man opening my fuckhole even wider. I would get a wet kiss, then bend down again to let him fuck me deep. He started to grunt above the loud music and I could feel him start to shoot his warm cum inside my hole. My ass was glowing and open like it had never been before. The guys around us started to cheer. I raised up, smiled and kissed him again. We left the hallway and stayed upstairs above the dance floor talking for a while before exchanging numbers. I had just been bred by my new boyfriend from Baltimore named John. I ended up moving to Baltimore and tapping John's gorgeous ass every chance I got. The man was built for getting fucked. And he would throw a fuck into me again sometimes when we partied and my hole got hungry for his thick dick and baby batter. 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"He Wants Your Cum..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—April, 2021 So my last outing in April was back to the bookstore nearest my home. If the time before (detailed in the last entry) felt like I could not put a step wrong—this one felt quite different. Until an explosive end… The parking lot is busy—but not totally full as I pull in. A good sign. I pay and enter the larger, straight video room. A small crowd. I can actually sit in the aisle seat in the back. It’s the one I call the cocksucker seat as guys can stand along the back wall and with a simple turn be in your mouth. I stroke. Two guys are in the chairs in front of me and two guys are standing along the back wall. When I take my dick out, so do the men on the wall. I look at the one nearest me. He’s guy around my age who I have sucked before—and I know he likes my mouth. The other man is younger and new to me. He is late 40’s and looks like he is fresh from his construction job. I make eye contact with the guy closest to me. I nod at his cock. He nods back and begins to turn to me. With lightning speed the construction guy is on his knees and sucking the guy. I watch, slightly pissed, but wait for my turn. But in moments the guy being sucked blows his load and leaves. I wait for the construction guy to offer to suck me—or vice versa—but he zips up and leaves. In the dim light I can see the puddle of jizz on the floor where he shot as he took the load. The men in front of me are unaware—or pretending to be—or one of them may actually be asleep. I button up and go next door. I am all alone. The movie is good so I stay. Again, taking the cocksucker seat. I am not alone for long. A younger guy comes in. He stands against the side wall. He openly stares at my crotch. I spread my legs, that not so subtle invitation for him to kneel. He stands still and squeezes his bulge under his khakis. His eyes only leave my drooling dick once to look in my eyes. Instantly he looks to the floor, seemingly ashamed we had eye contact. “Do you want to suck it?” Even with the half-voice I use, it sounds loud in the empty theatre. He takes his eyes off me and looks at the screen for the first time. There is a long moment before he whispers: “I want to, but someone might come in.” “No one will care.” I can see him wrestling with himself as he looks back at me—and then back at the screen. He finally decides. He takes a deep breath and comes near me. He kneels. He kisses the head of my dick. Then seems unsure. Finally: “That jock of yours smells really strong.” I sigh and wait for him to bolt. But no, he unzips and pulls out his very small dick—and then opens his mouth and takes the head of my cock into his mouth. His tongue begins lapping quite nicely. But then his teeth connect with the glans—hard. I flinch. He doesn’t notice. Every time he comes up on my dick his teeth connect with my helmet head. Finally, I can’t take any more. I stand up—still in his mouth—and begin to fuck his face. This is better, I am in control—and deep enough not to let his teeth connect with my cock head. But it is too much for him. He shoots all over my boots. “Sorry…” he whispers as he stuffs himself into his Andrew Christian underwear and scurries out. Other guys amble in. Three of them. All are content to watch me stroke—and nothing more. I go back to the straight side. I lean against the wall. A rather thin, fey university student I recognize from here is in the cocksucker seat. He nods at me—but his attention is on a man leaning against the side wall by the door. With good reason. He is mid-30’s, perfect hair, chiseled features. In fact he’s the stereotype of the young dad in some Johnson & Johnson advertisement. I pull my cock out. It is harder now—at the thought of doing anything with this guy. The college kid moves his hand, so the guy can see both our dicks. He nods at us, his hand going to his crotch and cupping his literal baby maker. I nod. He nods. The kid nods. The baby daddy walks over to us. He is now between us on the back wall. He touches the shoulder of the college kid. “Suck my dick. Next door.” They go out, the kid barely having time to zip. I try to figure out if I should follow. I don’t want to be the sore loser. I wait a bit, sitting in the vacated seat. The two men ahead of me are still in the same places—one watching the movie and one now definitely asleep. I get up and go next door. The three men I left in the gay theatre are ringing the Baby Daddy and the college kid. They are all stroking to the scene in front of them. The college kid is on his knees, his dick out but forgotten, as he gives BD head. It’s a big dick, the daddy is sporting—at least 7 inches and thick. The kid is working hard. He soon resorts to his hand—jerking while sucking the head. Daddy will have none of that. Each time he does it, he pushes the kid’s hand away. I join the circle and pull out my dick. The Baby Daddy smiles at me. “I want to see you suck that big dick,” he tells the college kid. Gamely, the kid crawls over to me and starts sucking. The Daddy moves next to me, jerking wildly. “Blow your load down that cocksucker’s throat,” he tells me. Everybody in the room starts jerking faster as they watch me begin to fuck the college kid’s ovalled mouth. “That’s it. Make him take your load. Deep. So he can’t spit it out.” His own words are obviously turning him on. BD’s cock has grown thicker as he talks. The kid is tearing up. He can’t take much more of my pummeling. “He wants your cum, man, give it to him…” And I do. My body contorts and I shoot. Deep in the kid. He takes every drop. “Shit!” says Baby Daddy. “Let me…” I pull out. Baby Daddy steps in and shoots an impressive load all over the kids face. It runs down his nose, covers his lips and chin. Two spurts on his thick brows are about to drip into his eyes—but the boy smears them away, covering the rest of his face with cum . I flick the tip of Baby Daddy’s spent cock head and get the last drop on my index finger. He tastes as good as he looks. The original is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/he-wants-your-cum.html -
An Afternoon Orgy
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Grand Rapids—April, 2021 By April, the host of the group that I attend in Grand Rapids was ready to host again. He talked to me by text. He wanted to start small—do a sort of All Star mini group. He wanted men he knew were vaccinated. Men who loved to fuck and were ready for sex. I agreed with him—and in 24 hours he let me know he had the men and had set the date. He also asked me to bring the rimseat and my sling chains. “You need my sling?” (I was surprised. I knew he had two.) “No, just the chains—Get here a little early…” I couldn’t wait to finally be in a group again. On the day, I packed the stuff he requested and set off… I do indeed get there early. We hug. He tells me there would be just half our regular sized group—eight men. I know all but one he names. I set up the rimseat. The upstairs now has a wall built along the stairs—so there is a separate bedroom and playspace. The rimseat and the sling are both in the playspace. My host has a ladder waiting by the sling. “I want to hang this sling above the regular one…so I can get my ass eaten by you when you are fucking another guy.” He climbs the ladder. A few clicks onto the other set of chains and the upper sling is ready. He climbs in. It is at the perfect height. I bury my face in his spread butt cheeks for the first time in over a year. The door opens and closes downstairs. The guests are arriving. It is a small group—but one that can’t wait to get naked and play. Soon we are all in the bedroom. Men are sucking and licking—moving from cock to cock. I eat the Host’s ass again—as he is on all fours with another top’s cock in his mouth. I feel a man moving between me and the bed to get at my dick. I don’t even have to look to see who it is…I just try to give him room to suck. Another man goes from sitting on the bed to sprawling ass up. We all shift. We are now a massive dog pile of sucking, slurping men—giving oral to any and every dick or ass near us… * I fuck the host. First on the bed and then in the sling. Soon, the Top who loves me to open a hole for him, comes into the playroom—his cock very wet. I make room for him to take over fucking—but first I lick someone’s ass juices off his dick. I watch his massive cock split our diminutive host in two. I move around behind the standing top and stick my tongue in his ass on his backstroke. He groans—giving me encouragement to proceed. The Top’s boy comes in and crouches down to give me head as I stay in place to service his partner. Soon I end up fucking the boy on the floor—so this partner can keep fucking the host—but watch me use his boy’s ass. We change around. The host climbs the ladder and gets in the top sling. The other bottom gets in the main sling. It works perfectly—my dick sinks into one ass and my tongue in another. The other Top strokes his cock, occasionally giving it to his boy to suck. Then the Top tries out the double decker sling. He loves it. We go back and forth, ravishing both holes open to us… * Later. I am under the rimseat. The Top’s boy is sitting on my face. Someone is riding my cock—but I have no idea who it might be. The wet hole on my mouth is incredible. He has taken every dick here at some point during the proceedings. He isn’t loaded…but he is so wet he might as well be. Suddenly he is pulled off my face. His partner bends him over and fucks him, standing there above me as I watch. “I know you love this,” he barks out, as he rails into his partner. He suddenly pulls out. “Now sit!” The even wetter hole is instantly on my tongue. I go as deep as my tongue will allow. The boy moans—loving the feel of me reaming him out. He is pulled up again. “Fuck my boy. Right here, so the fucker down there can see.” I see the guy I don’t know slide into the wet ass I have been eating. I feel whoever was impaling himself on my cock get off. His ass on my cock is replaced by his mouth, cleaning me up. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” croons the stranger. I watch his body shake as he drops a load. He keeps his dick in the boy—marinating in his own seed. Finally he pulls out. A big splat of cum falls on my forehead. I wipe it up and put it in my mouth—just before the boy sits. “Feed him!” his partner instructs. His ass opens and the cum escapes his hole and into my mouth. I feel my Host’s tight ass slide down on my cock at that very moment. It is too much. I shoot, bucking up into him as I swallow every drop of cum that I can get out of the spasming ass above me… Here is the original post on the blog....where there are more than 11 years of posts: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/06/an-afternoon-orgy.html -
Just got back from getting fucked at a place nearby, they're a hot interracial couple and both nicely hung, so I kinda had to psych myself up for taking them as I'd hinted that it's been a while since I got DP'd 😅 Well it started normal enough, me being told to strip, get on my knees and get them both hard, then as I was sucking them the doorbell goes and someone else turns up. It's an asian twink who proceeds to lay down on the bed while one of our hosts starts fucking me. Turns out the twink only does safe so the other host puts a condom on and starts fucking them. Well me and the twink start tweaking each other's nipples and making out while we're getting fucked. Then the doorbell goes again and it's an older guy who immediately strips naked and demands that I suck his cock. Was pretty hot getting spitroasted by a big cock and a random guy who just turned up while I can hear this twink getting railed a foot or so away. Long story short I ended up taking all three top's loads in my ass (and another one in my mouth) and making out with this twink while getting ploughed. It was super hot when the other host took off the condom and started fucking me and you could hear the other two guy's loads sloshing around inside my guts. Quite a good night's work. Afterwards they kicked us out like the fucktoys we are and I stumbled home feeling the cum starting to leak into my jeans.
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Neal was 18, it was the summer before he started his senior year. He got a job as a busboy to make money, also to hopefully satisfy his curiosity about his sexuality. Ever since puberty hes been increasingly curious about sex w guys n maybe hell meet some working. His first day jim trained him, he was gay acting n checking neal out. He wasnt the only possibility, there was Erik n Jon his roomies. They kept talking about how cute some guys were n what theyd do to them. They talked about this bicurious high schooler they got high af, seduced n 3wayed him now hes a slut for dick. Neal hung around them listening to how there's 6 gays here n hed better watch it cuz they all wanted him. They noticed how he listened to their stories, smiled when they said there's 6 gays here n then started rubbing their cocks against his ass n he pushed back. He got worse n worse as time went on n all six of them were going to a party at Jim's house n asked him to go. Thinking of that other high schooler getting converted to a hopeless cock starved cumdump faggot had him worked up. After work all 7 men went to Jim's, it got hotter n heavier. They smoked meth n that's all it took for shy neal to become a horny, bi curious virgin at a party w 6 gay men drooling over him. So neal, got a question we are dying to know: we think u might be turned on by our behavior n stories, u curious? By now he was super spun n horny af n kept wanting to be that other teen they converted. Mmmmm God, y'all have all been flirting n hitting on me n talking dirty to me. I cant take anymore, I think I'm gay, prove me right boys, take me n make me positive I am!
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I was awakened by a grunt. I opened my eyes to see my Uncle Cliff standing naked in front of the sliding glass door to our room. Uncle Cliff was standing in front of the door, with the louvred blinds slightly open. The rising sun cast a series of shadows on Uncle Cliff’s naked frame, but most noticeable was his engorged cock, which seemed to be hard enough to pound nails. He seemed unaware of my having awakened, as his attention seemed to be focused on the someone, or someone’s outside our room. The sliding door was the primary entrance to our room and was the same for several other rooms around the pool area. From the sound of it the pool got little rest, as there seemed someone was splashing about or laughing well into the night. As I fell asleep the night before I was sure I was lulled by the rhythmic slapping and gentle moaning of someone being fucked. As curious as I was, I dared not stir from my bed, else I would incur the curiosity of my Uncle Cliff. As the dappled sunlight shone on his body, I marveled at how his muscles flexed and relaxed with his movements. He was definitely performing for someone, as he was enjoying teasing his audience with each gesture. He would run his hands up and down his body in slow, intentional motions. It seemed that his movements had been rehearsed, and perhaps they had. Maybe this was a routine he had practiced many times before, in many different rooms such as ours. One thing was certain, he was as turned on as anyone I had ever seen. His cock seemed huge…made even larger by the cock ring he wore. With each thrust of his hips towards the sliding door, it seemed to coax droplets of precum from the huge knob that dripped on the carpeted floor. When he would pulse his dick, causing it to bounce up and down as if on hydraulics. The occasional bead of precum would begin to slide over the top of his cock head towards his trimmed crotch. I had to marvel at his self-control, as his hands roamed all over his body, but he managed to avoid his crotch and never even went near his cock. I noticed that as I watched my uncle’s sensuous movements, the white boxers I wore began to resemble a tent, as my own cock had almost swelled to full attention. I gently guided the stiffening shaft through the gaping fly, but then opted to just slide them off completely, which I did in one quick movement. I had been locked on my uncle’s swollen member, but now my eyes moved down to my own hard prick. While I didn’t share the same girth as Uncle Cliff, mine did rival his in the length department. I reached beneath the sheet I had slept under that still covered my now naked body and clasped my hand tightly around the base of my rock-hard cock. As my grip on the shaft tightened, I noticed a significant spot of wetness began to spread over the sheet where the head of my cock was shrouded. I tossed the sheet aside as gently as I could so as not to attract Uncle Cliff’s attention. As the precum began to ooze from the head of my cock, it began to breach the confines of my fingers around my stiff shaft. I began to slowly stroke up and down on my cock, all the while never taking my eyes from my uncle. Uncle Cliff seemed to be lost in thought. I wondered once again if the thoughts were of other times he had teased and taunted someone in a similar fashion. Or was it his being totally immersed in the moment, driving his audience to a frenzy of lust for his thick meaty cock. This trip was the first that Uncle Cliff and I had taken since I came out to him. He says he had always known I was gay but was waiting for me to realize it as well. That realization had come in the final semester of my senior year of college, thanks to a handsome philosophy professors’ appreciation for my observations on Aristotle…not to mention my rock-hard ass. But that was a story for another time… Uncle Cliff taught me the discipline of exercise when I was quite young, and I had taken it to heart, spending quite a few hours honing my body at the gym. Despite my bookish nature, I had become a pretty hot stud with a rocking bod if I do say so myself. As I stroked my hard throbbing dick with my left hand, I tweaked the nipples of my well-formed mounds of muscled pecs, and ran my fingers into each crevice created by my six-pack abs. My butt cheeks flexed with each stroke, and I could tell that the sight of my ripped uncle, and my own self-love technique was going to send me over the edge to orgasm very soon. I tried to be as silent as possible, but as the first rope of cum spurted out of my cock, a stifled a rather high-pitched but still audible cry that came from somewhere deep in my throat. The second rope stream of warm goo hit me square in the middle of my forehead, and the shock caused yet another audible gasp. It was then that Uncle Cliff’s head quickly turned to the right, and he got to see the last few shots of my geyser like load shoot out of my hard cock like Old Faithful. He didn’t say a word when he saw me, he just smiled a broad smile. Almost simultaneously Uncle Cliff’s body just seemed to go rigid. His entire body began to shake slightly, and the flush in his cheeks spread over his entire body. Uncle Cliff bellowed loudly, and ropes of cum sprang forth from his granite-hard dick. While my five rope-like emissions would be considered impressive, Uncle Cliff’s 8 put him in a whole different category. Adding to the difficulty factor was the fact that his were coming from him completely hands free. One really had to wonder if getting older truly meant your libido began lagged. By my uncle’s performance, that answer was a resounding no. Once he regained his composure from his orgasm, he looked at me more intently, and his smile once again broadened. With a wink, I noticed his eyes surveying all my naked frame that he could, as this was the first time, he had seen me in a complete state of undress. I suddenly became very self-conscious and pulled the damp sheet up just enough to cover my waist. His smile never dimmed, but I was sure his eyes registered a more than slight disappointment that my show had been closed so abruptly. He turned towards the sliding door, took the rood that controlled the louvres, and cranked them until the streams of sunlight were extinguished. He then turned back to me and swallowed deeply before speaking. “Well good morning, “he said. “That’s one helluva way to start the day, wouldn’t you say nephew?” I struggled for something clever or witty or even seductive to say but couldn’t come up with anything. After all, this was the first time my Uncle Cliff and I had ever done anything like this, though the thought had crossed my mind from time to time. From the he was looking at me I figured he had also had some less than uncle-like thoughts about me as well. I suppose I could have made some remark along those lines, but all I could manage was a nod and mutter “Mm hmm.” Uncle Cliff chuckled and began to make his way to the bathroom. His still stiff cock bounced seemingly in slo-motion as he walked, and each move practically had me hypnotized. It also was causing my cock to stir once again from under the sheet. “Better get a move on,” he said reaching the bathroom door. “We have BIG plans today my boy! For today, you embrace what it means to truly be a gay man.” In that moment I didn’t fully grasp what uncle cliff meant by “plans,” but as he closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower, I laid back on my bed with my hands clasped behind my head and began to think of the possibilities. Whatever his plans for the day were, I hoped I was ready. Because the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint my Uncle Cliff.
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The drawing for the car was at 10 pm at the casino. I showed up at 9 pm to get my entries in the barrel and to use their Wi-Fi that was way faster than the shitty DSL I had at home. I was tapped out of cash after playing slots earlier in the day. I got a drink from the bar and then went to the waiting area near the Player's Club desk. I sat down on a chair in the corner and got my phone out. I glanced to my right and saw a handsome bear who looked to be in his mid-30s wearing cargo shorts and a white wife-beater shirt. Close-cropped hair and a thick black beard. Just then a thinner brown-hair guy came up and sat on the armrest of his chair. This guy was about the same age and was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. He had a Tribal tattoo going up his right arm. The two talked for about a minute and then the thinner guy left. I leaned over towards the bear and started up some small talk about the crowd, whether to keep the car or sell it should one of us win it, the weather, etc. After a few minutes, the thinner guy came back and again sat on the armrest of the bear's chair. My small talk came to an end. I was looking for some sign of intimacy between the two but couldn't detect any. A couple minutes went by and the thinner guy again took off. Small talk resumed between us. The casino was on an Indian reservation in the middle of nowhere. I let him know that I was glad I didn't have a long drive home after the drawing as I had a place 15 minutes away. The bear informed me he was camping on one of the sites behind the casino. He's come from about 2 1/2 hours away and was camping with his "friend". Names are exchanged. I'm Jay, he's Jimmy. It's getting closer to 10 pm. The thinner guy came back again. Jimmy introduced us to each other. The thinner guy is Al. I asked if they're sticking around after the drawing. Jimmy said they're going back to their campsite. Jimmy asked my plans. I gambled all I had wanted to for the day and was planning on heading home. I was curious about the campsites and relayed that to them. Jimmy invited me to take a look at their setup. The winner of the drawing was announced and it was not any of us three. Jimmy inquired if I was ready to leave. I said I was. I took a peak at Al's phone and saw him checking out Grindr. I asked if he saw anyone interesting. He blushed and held his phone up to his chest. I told him that I didn't bother with Grindr up here as we're in the middle of nowhere. Nervous laughter ensued among the three of us. It's time to leave. I walked back to the campsite with them and let them know I've been out for nearly 30 years. They tell me they've been together 5 years. They were introduced to each other by a former coworker of Al's named Eddie. As it happened, Eddie and his husband Marco were camping on the site next to Jimmy and Al that weekend. We walked all the way to the end of the campground to get to Jimmy and Al's site. They had what looked to be a 20' travel trailer set up. Next to them on the very last site was a 28' or 32' trailer that I would later find out belonged to Eddie and Marco. There was no one else setup nearby. The mosquitoes were really bad so I eagerly took up an invitation to go inside their trailer. After a quick tour, I felt Jimmy come up behind me and squeeze my ass. He then moved an arm around me and moved his hand all around my chest. Al came up in front of me and moved in to kiss me. I opened my mouth wide and our tongues started twirling around each other's. His hands dropped down to caress my hips and moved closer to my rapidly-hardening dick. I started rubbing Al's crotch with my hands. Jimmy started grinding his crotch into my ass as I pushed back on him. This makeout went on for a while before Al put his hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. As I'm headed to the ground, he stepped out of his jeans and a 8" cock sprung out. I started kissing the tip and then began to work more of the shaft into my mouth. Jimmy was working his hands on my shoulders and I could feel him taking off his shorts. I was working on giving Al the best blow job I could by taking him deep and then running my lips up and down the sides of his cock. I heard Jimmy fapping his dick right behind me and felt the knuckles of his hand occasionally making contact with my neck and shoulders. Jimmy then turned me around so I was facing his dick. It's a wonderfully thick 7" rod. I opened my mouth wide so he could shove it in. He quickly started to fuck my face moving in and out at a mid-tempo pace. Al got down on the ground next to me and freed me from my shorts. He didn't remove the gold lady's thong I was wearing. Al saw it on me and remarked that they're going to treat me like a huge fairy before they get finished with me. I started moving faster up and down on Jimmy's dick as he and Al spewed insults about what a fagot cocksucking whore I was. My own dick was rock hard and springing out the side of my frilly thong. Al then got me to my feet and started moving his dick between my ass cheeks. I'm bent over as I continue to get face-fucked by Jimmy. Jimmy soon pulled out if my mouth as he announced he didn't want to cum yet. Finally able to speak now that my mouth was no longer full of cock, I let my aggressive new lovers know that I had not cleaned out down below. Jimmy laughed and said they might have something to help. He opened a cupboard and pulled out a couple of disposable enemas. He moved me towards the toilet in the bathroom, bent me over, pulled off my panties and shoved one of the enema nozzles up my hole. He apologized that they were reusing enemas as storage space was limited and that they were also firm believers in recycling. As Jimmy was flooding my bowels, Al placed his still-stiff dick in front of my face. He told me to take it easy and not make him cum. Jimmy laughed again and told me he wasn't cleaning my butt out in order for them to cum in my mouth. Jimmy refilled both of the enemas and then shot them in me again. I could really feel the liquid sloshing inside me and I pulled off of Al's staff and stood up straight. Al pulled off my shirt, rubbed my belly and told me to hold it all in. Jimmy massaged my ass cheeks telling me he couldn't wait to feel the insides of my ass with his cock! A couple minutes later, I could no longer hold in the liquid. I squatted over the toilet bowl and emptied out. Jimmy asked if I wanted to repeat the process and I nodded yes. Jimmy shot another 2 1/2 bottles in me and things came out pretty clear. Al gave me a container of wet wipes so I could clean up. After I was all fresh, Jimmy grabbed me by my raging hard on and led me to the bed. He pushed me on my back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Our tongues were probing each other's mouths and our hands were all over each other's dicks. Al came up on his knees by my face. His stiff cock was hitting my cheek. Jimmy and I unlocked our tongues and we took turns sucking on Al's tool. Al produced a bottle of poppers and ran it under my nose. Fuck that was good as I took a deep hit. Jimmy got up off of me and pushed my legs up against my chest. He put his face down by my ass and started probing me with his tongue. Al kept alternating feeding me his cock and hits of poppers. Jimmy was really getting sloppy with my hole. Jimmy decided it was time to put more than his tongue inside my butt. I felt him rise up off the bed and pull my ass to the edge of the mattress. I glanced at him and saw him put some lube on his index finger and then work it around my hole. A last bit of lube on his rod and he was ready to enter me. I was secretly hoping that Al would fuck me first with his thinner dick, but I was not about to object to Jimmy's thick shaft taking me first. Jimmy took his time working into me. He would work in a bit at a time and then pull out a ways before working in a bit deeper. Al was still up by my head instructing me to breathe deeply as his lover's tool was moving in and out of my ass. It felt so good to be opened up the way I was. Jimmy was able to get his entire day cock in me and I felt his pelvis grind against my ass. Rather than start to move in and out, he started to move his tool around in a sideways motion opening me up even more. Al kept the poppers handy for me to use and it felt amazing as Jimmy slid around in my butt. Jimmy and Al complimented me on what a hot slut I was. Al was encouraging Jimmy to load me up in order to provide lube for Al to fuck me. Jimmy again put his weight on me and stated kissing and tonguing me deeply as he thrusted in and out of my ass. I was moaning and begging him to keep going. Jimmy said I had to be a real whore to be so enjoying his thick cock the first time I got fucked by it. I agreed that I was quite a whore. Jimmy was picking up the pace he moved his fat rod in and out of my slutty ass. I knew he was going to cum soon. Jimmy commanded me to beg for his load. I needed it in me so bad and I pleaded for him to not pull out. "Please, please, please, give this lousy slut your cum. My whore ass needs it in me. Make me your bitch." Jimmy was pleased and sped up, pounding me even faster. Finally, he pushed in deep, held still, and started blasting my ass with cum. "Take that, you filthy bitch." Jimmy stuck inside me to empty his entire load up my butt. When he was done, he pulled out and was wobbly when he stood up. I told him to bring his cock over to me so I could clean it up. Upon seeing me go ass-to-mouth with his dick, he remarked that I truly was a filthy whore. While Jimmy was pounding me, Al kept feeding me his dick to keep him hard, but not so much that he would cum. Now that Jimmy was done, Al got up and told me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. Al moved behind me and starting sliding his dick up and down my asscrack. He remarked that Jimmy had done a great job of opening me up and that my ass looked so sloppy that he wouldn't need any lube. Al quickly slid his cock all the way inside of me. I moaned and begged Al to push Jimmy's load deep inside me. Al started thrusting in and out of me. He was rougher than Jimmy had been. He was slapping my ass while he was fucking it and would reach around to pinch my nipples hard. I was in agony from being manhandled and ecstasy from being fucked hard and deep. As he was doing this, I was bathing Jimmy's dick with my tongue to get every last bit of the mixture of his cum and my ass juice off of it. Al remarked that only a dirty whore likes the taste of his own ass. Jimmy's dick was showing signs of getting hard again from the attention I was giving him. Al slowed down his assault on my hole, drawing his dick slowly and almost completely out of me and waiting a beat before giving a sudden thrust all the way back in. Al was a magnificent fuck and his long cock felt perfect in my butt. I began begging for Al to add to Jimmy's load. I needed it more than anything. Al teased me by keeping his pace at the slow withdrawal, waiting, and quick thrust back in. Then he pulled out of me completely. I yelled for him to put it back in, that I was a cockslut destined to have his cum in me. Al added to my agony by just putting the head of his cock in me before pulling out completely and doing this multiple times. I grew impatient and tried flinging my body backwards in an attempt to impale myself on his pole. Al violently pinched my nipples and ground his fingernails into them. He told me that he was in charge of when, where, and if he would cum. I whimpered like a baby and promised to be a good little bitch for him. I promised to do anything for him if he would just continue to fuck me. I pitifully acknowledged that he could go at whatever pace he wanted. Jimmy was laughing at my groveling. Al told me he would think about whether to keep fucking me, but first he wanted me to clean up his dick. I sprung down to take him in my mouth and eagerly started sucking. Al jammed his tool all the way into my mouth and I gagged. He laughed and told me choke on his dick like a whore. He stayed inside my mouth and I was able to stop my gag reflex. Al then complimented me on being a good slut and that maybe he would go back into my ass after all. He commanded me to get on my back. He wanted to see the look in my eyes as he was filling me up. He went inside me in one stroke and then started an even in an out. Al said he was getting close. I thanked him for giving me another change to be his cumwhore and how lucky I was to have been fucked by him and by Jimmy. Al apparently was pleased and announced he was about to cum. He grunted and kept fucking me as he said he was nutting in me. His thrusts and grunts continued for what seemed like another two minutes before he stopped. Al said he did not give me as much cum as Jimmy because he had already shot a load up Jimmy's ass a few hours before. His cock then slid out of me and I begged to be allowed to clean him up. Al chuckled and seemed pleased by my servitude towards him. He granted me permission to be a good cumslut and clean him. I thanked him profusely and started my task on his wonderful dick. Jimmy was pleased with my performance and stated that my status as a whore was sealed. He then wondered what they should do when Eddie and Marco came back to the site. I was puzzled by this as I had in the back of my mind that they might come back and join us for some expanded group fun. Jimmy could see my confusion and started to explain the situation. Eddie was Al's former coworker and mentor. Eddie was also friends with Jimmy's former roommate and played matchmaker to Al and Jimmy. Eddie and Al had hooked a few times, but Eddie was in a long-term relationship with Marco. Eddie was HIV+ but was on meds and his viral load was undetectable. Eddie and Marco were registered as domestic partners so that Marco could be on Eddie's state employee health insurance plan and get a prescription for PrEP. When gay marriage became legalized nationwide, they tied the knot. A few years ago, Eddie was in his early 60's when his mother became ill. After receiving assurances that he and Marco would continue to be eligible for health insurance coverage, Eddie took early retirement and he and Marco moved to Minneapolis to tend to his ailing mother. In short order, his mother died and he was informed that his health insurance would no longer be subsidized as a retiree benefit. Eddie was unable to find an affordable plan that would cover his meds and Marco's PrEP. So both ended up going off of their prescriptions. Not surprisingly, Eddie's viral load took off and Marco recently became HIV+. Al and Jimmy learned that Marco also picked up a Hep-C infection. Al and Jimmy had not seen Eddie and Marco for a couple of years prior to this afternoon. They had known about some of their issues, but were fully briefed on their situation only a few hours ago. Though Al and Jimmy were both HIV- and on PrEP, they were conflicted about how far they should go with Eddie and Marco. Sensing their apprehension, Eddie and Marco went off on their own in the casino and were apparently still there. Al and Jimmy then asked for some of my history. As the three of us were laying in bed naked with me sandwiched in between them, I started stroking their dicks as I filled them in on my life.As a now 50-something gay man, my life had gone through a number of cycles. My 20s were spent as an underemployed underachiever. There were no serious relationships as I felt too constrained financially. I fucked around, but usually played safe. By age 30, I had a good job and was able to spread my wings and travel. Making up for lost time, I fucked around wherever and whenever I could. Trips to the baths, adult theaters, video arcades, and nude gay resorts led to lots of anonymous or no-strings sex. Increasingly, it was bareback sex. I never ended up catching anything that a prescription couldn't cure. My 40s were largely spent in a mostly monogamous but increasingly unhappy relationship. We split up for good 2 years ago and I was getting back into a carefree sexual lifestyle. I was still HIV- as far as I knew, but I hadn't been tested since the early days of my LTR. I left out some of my recent experiences delving into the world of PNP as that didn't seem to be their scene. Al and Jimmy said I would have a decision to make when Eddie and Marco came back. Al and Jimmy were leaning towards not fooling around with them without giving themselves more time to put things in perspective. Meanwhile, Al and Jimmy were interested and growing more horny as I told them some of my travel stories.Jimmy as biting my neck and my nipples as I continued. Al would force me to keep stroking his dick and would play with my ass, dick, and mouth. I was super stiff and had not cum yet, but was really wanting to have one or both of them fuck me again. My desire was granted as Jimmy announced he wanted another go at my ass. He told me he wanted to fuck my doggy-style so I assumed the position. Since Jimmy's dick was so thick, he worked a little more lube around my hole and on the tip of his fat cock. Then he began the process of plugging me up again with his fatboy. He took his time, but he was all the way inside me much quicker than the first time we fucked. He established a steady rhythm for fucking me. I saw Al get off the bed and move behind Jimmy. Stroking his shoulders and back, Al got into position to invade Jimmy's ass. Fuck, it had been over 10 years since I had been in a fuck-sandwich scene. Even though I wasn't in the middle of it, it was an incredible turn-on.Al and I held still as Jimmy rocked back and forth to determine whether he or I was getting fucked at any particular time. Jimmy and Al were grunting as their dicks worked on fucking holes. I was moaning and exclaiming how great I felt. Once more they both taunted me about being a complete slut and cumwhore. They told me I would probably even take Eddie and Marcos' dirty loads if given the chance. Right then and there, they were right about that. I wanted all the cum I could get to be shot up my ass, damn the consequences. We stayed fucking at a steady pace for what felt like a long time. Jimmy once again informed me that I needed to beg for his cum. I was going to start pleading for it anyway. I quite honestly told Jimmy that I had to have his cum. Jimmy asked what I wouuld do to get it. He asked if I would take Marco's load as it probably had a sky-high viral load. I agreed that I would gladly let Marco shoot his lethal cum in me later if Jimmy would just give me his now. I said Eddie was more than welcome to fuck me with his deathstick as well. I was willing to be a bugchasing bottom whore bitch just to get another load from Jimmy. Jimmy decided that I was willing to debase myself enough to get another load from his thick tool. He sped up his pace between Al and me and started grunting as he left another cum deposit up my butt. The quickened pace had the effect of making Al ready to cum inside Jimmy which he did. Jimmy almost screamed as he blasted inside of Jimmy. Jimmy was spent and collapsed on top of me. Al followed him down onto the bed and I had these two hot studs laying on top of me. I caught my breath as best I could while being at the bottom of this pile of naked manflesh. While attempting to recover, I heard clapping, hooting, and cries of "encore, encore" coming from two voices outside the trailer. The door opened and two men came into the trailer. One, a handsome gray-haired man in his mid -60s introduced himself as Eddie. The other, a cute Latin guy about my age introduced himself as Marco. Then Marco chuckled and said, "Now, about taking my lethal cum..." (To be continued)
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Don’t Breed My Boy Chapter I. Last summer on Fire Island was great. My boy and I had lots of hot raw sex with each other and with strangers. My boy and I met up one night with a sexy hung guy on the boardwalk and invited him back to the house to fuck. He wound up breeding my boy just around the corner from the hot tub, while I entertained other guests. The next night, I pounded him on the deck while the neighbors watched and cheered us on. They liked what they saw. Another night, we met a sexy couple at tea. I railed one guy while his partner bred my boy, pounding him into the mattress. Lots of fun sweaty risky sex. But the most naughty fun we had all summer was our last day and night on the Island. I’m a morning person, so after I made breakfast for the house, I climbed back into bed. My boy was moving around almost silently, but backing up against my cock. He’d been fucked and bred by at least three people, none of them me, the night before and felt loose and gaping. I asked him, ‘did you have fun yesterday, boy, sharing your slutty hole with all of the Pines?’ He moaned in agreement as my cock sunk into him. I told him that I’d let him have his own fun yesterday, including taking a known POZ pornstar’s load in the Meat Rack, but today I was in charge of who got to breed him. He loved that idea and pushed back onto my hardening cock with no lube necessary. After a few thrusts, his ass was streaky with white globs. I knew that cum was the spooge from yesterday’s multiple tops that had yet to seep into his guts. I eased out to push them back in. I really get off on other guy’s cum as lube, and I had a filthy idea. ‘Babe, today, you can take all the cock you want. But they have to pull out.’ As I pumped my cock into his used cunt, he looked shocked. ‘They can shoot their loads on your hole, but I get to push them into you.’ He squealed and pushed back onto my dick and milked my load into his chute. I left my boy a cummy mess and without showering pulled on my white speedo before gathering my bag to head to the beach. I set up my umbrella, chair, and towel down at the shore, right at the end just before the Meat Rack. I had been working out and was proud of my trim frame in my most revealing swimsuit. I’ve got a thick six-inch cock that the boys seem to enjoy. It’s not massive, but it gets my boy wet in all the right places, and he’s cool with me sharing it, just as I am cool sharing his holes too. It should also be mentioned that I ooze precum when I’m turned on. I can drip precum with only a slight chub. I got myself settled and dove into some trashy book, armed with a thermos of bloody mary mix and vodka. Every time I looked up, I’d see a sexy guy. More than once I felt myself drooling precum and noticed a translucent spot in the swimsuit fabric the size of a silver dollar right at the tip of my cock. Naturally, I’d trimmed out the lining for maximum visibility. I was staying cool in the shade of my umbrella but needed a piss. I though about taking a wizz in the dunes or in the ocean but was also out of booze. I figured it might be a good idea to check on my slutty boy, knowing he was cum hungry. I went back to the house and took a piss in the master bathroom. My boy wasn’t in bed, but heard familiar moaning and sweaty skin slapping skin and I figured out that he was servicing one of the weekly shares. I peeked through the cracked pocket door of the front bedroom and saw two of our housemates really working my boy over. The blond, Reggie, was on his back with his cock pointing straight up, splitting my boy’s cheeks wide apart. His husband, Alan, was holding my boy’s jaw to his dick and really pounding his throat. Reggie saw me in the door and froze. My boy was impatient and kept raising and lowering his bare hole up and down. Alan grinned and me and gestured for me to come in. I was hard and drooling precum, soaking my speedo. My boy heard the door slide open and paused, full of cock at both ends, eyes wide open. ‘Have your fun, friends, but don’t breed my boy,’ I said. Alan and Reggie nodded and my boy went back to moaning and bouncing. Reggie pulled out and shot streams of seed across my boy’s ass. Alan shot his load all over my boy’s pretty tan face. They held their position and I lapped their cum from boy boy’s face and both sets of cheeks. My boy groaned and we arranged him on his knees, ass up, and I spat and fingered their loads into his greedy ass. I pulled my wet dick out and used it to smear their cum into his eager pussy. My boy gave me a cummy kiss and thanked me for letting them get their seed into him. He now had three fresh loads sloshing around in his guts. I flopped my soaked dick back into my suit without cumming and headed back to the beach. To be continued…
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The following is based on true events, however some changes have been made to heighten the story. I cannot disclose what is truth and what is fiction. It was a Sunday morning and I was on BBRT chatting to various guys, when a guy I know in Newcastle asked what I was up to. We switched to MSN to save messages, and he told me how he had arranged one of his group parties for that evening. I had often heard the exploits of his parties in which all tops are generally poz, and all the bottoms are generally neg except where he has to make up numbers. This Sunday he'd arranged for a group of neg bottoms to come for an all bareback group session, but two of the bottoms had dropped out meaning there would be nine tops and two bottoms. Given the disparity in numbers, he thought I might want to attend to help make up the numbers, especially given I'm neg, the tops would be pleased. I couldn't really afford to travel so he offered to pay, and I agreed as long as he could get me to the train station for the first train back so that I could get to work. I asked about the other bottoms, and they were both safe sex bottoms, and there was a potential third (who ended up coming). The organiser had met these guys and had condom-only sex with them a number of times, and floated the idea of group sex, to which they agreed. His usual approach was to ask them about group sex, and if they liked the idea would tell them about the bareback group sessions he hosts, but he made it clear he would only extend an invitation to the guys if it was certain they were neg 'cause the tops were very particular about the bottoms, which included the provision the bottoms were not allowed to inquire as to the status of the tops, which meant that he never had to lie. When the evening arrived, I was one of four bottoms. I was also the only bottom who knew the status of the tops. While people were arriving we sat round drinking plenty of vodka and various shooters. After a while the tops started to make their moves and began to strip the bottoms. There were nine tops all aged between 30 and 50, and four bottoms, (three of whom were in the range of 18 to 20, and at 26, I was the oldest bottom). As the night progressed and all the bottoms had taken four or so cocks, the first bottom gave up and left the session, having decided his ass was too sore to continue. I looked disapprovingly as he left as he hadn't fulfilled his responsibility to serve the needs of the tops over his personal preferences.* The rest of us continued playing, and I'm fairly sure up to this point there had been no discussion about status, but when one of the tops noticed blood mixed into the cum leaking from one of the bottom's hole, he slid into the bottom announcing "We have a bleeder, boys!" He pounded the bottom's hole quite roughly, and just before he climaxed, he specifically asked the bottom "You want my load?" "God, yes," the bottom gasped. With that permission, the top spurted deep in the bottom's arse, exclaiming as he did, "Yeah! Take my load boy, take my toxic load. I'm gonna work this deep into your guts so you never forget it!" The bottom pushed him off and got very upset, and saying "I'm neg and want to stay that way. You guys lied to me!" At that point our host intervened, answering "No one lied to you, and not only didn't you ask about the HIV status of the tops, perhaps you should have considered the risks of bareback sex before you accepted the invitation to this session." The other bottom looked shocked, but then when asked if he wanted to continue, he asked who was poz, and when he realized he had taken four poz loads, he remarked "Well, a few more aren't going to make that much difference." In the time at his disposal he managed to take another two loads before he had to make his departure, which left me as the only available bottom. By this point I was the only bottom left, and all the tops were still up to relieving themselves of at least one more load. As a subservient bottom I felt obliged to continue and managed to accommodate each man one more time, one-by-one. When they had all gone my friend asked if I was could manage to give him one more go around. Notwithstanding I was exhausted and my arse had seen better days, I decided the least I could do for the host was to offer up my hole for him one more time. Across the night, I took fifteen or sixteen anal loads, and several more oral loads. By the time I left my arse was quite sore, and blood and cum were leaking from my hole and oozing my leg. By the way, it's been a week. My arse is still a bit sore, but I am certainly glad I accepted the invitation to attend the session.
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This is a Story that I found on literotica.com. Story is in 18 parts. One or two of them involve females, so will be found in the appropriate forum, but I shall provide a link when they come up. It is up to you as to whether you wish to read them in order to get a sense as to the flow of the story. Note that apart from one or two passages that would be cause for flagging, I have left the story entirely as it is. I'll give it a day or so between each chapter in order for you folks to comment. Hope you enjoy. I did when I first read it ... *********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** The Hanky Code Pt. 01: Winning byHis_fag_wife© I strolled down Folsom street heading towards one of the better known gay S&M stores nestled in the heart of San Francisco. Though I had no idea what the weekend held in store for me, I found myself nonetheless excited to be visiting again and yet, just beneath that electric excitement was a sense of nervousness about entering a gay adult shop. I was after some poppers, some must have lube and finally a new butt plug to replace the last one I'd thrown away in a fit of guilt. I wanted to enjoy the shop, then relax over a beer or two before retiring to the hotel room to enjoy working on getting the on the new plug fully inserted into me for the first time. I found myself standing before the doors to the shop, so lost in my thoughts I hadn't realized how brief the walk was. A shiver of anticipation and self-consciousness ran down my spine as I opened the doors and stepped inside to hand my backpack to the store clerk behind the counter. They don't want people stealing merchandise. Ah, but I am getting ahead of myself. An introduction is in order, on the surface of things, I might seem like an unassuming sort of fellow. A straight-looking and acting married man who likes to take make the most of business trips half-way across the world in order to indulge in my proclivities without any prying eyes to see my dirty inclinations. You'd think being 48 and married with children that I would be a bit vanilla, but there is a dark side that I have a burning need to entertain as I travel the world for work. My primary interests lie with fetishes: professional Femme Dommes for instance, latex, and anal. What got me started with anal in particular was finding some gay leather magazines when I was at college some 30 years ago. Although I'd already begun to explore using a range different household objects to fill my asshole as a teen. I became an avid reader of the magazines during my college days. The exciting new images flooding my fantasies then and to this day: hoods, funnels, nipple clamps, butt plugs, and when I tried them for the first-time after what seemed far too long a time to wait - I was helplessly and wantonly desperate to explore even more of this hedonistic path I now still follow. *** As I began this journey of alternate sexuality it was the early '90's - well before internet porn was available. Google hadn't even been started, Yahoo didn't come on the scene until 1994, in those early years all you could do was buy the right magazines which were all laid out in full technicolor in adult bookstores. I was looking through the myriad of magazines and I came across a new one I had yet to see called "Serious Mistresses." My interest was piqued completely and absolutely. I thumbed through the sleek pages, my heart thumped with anticipation. My eyes came to rest on a number for a local dominatrix who called herself Mistress Cruella (yes, really) and offered domination sessions. I quickly jotted the number down and made my way to a phone to give this Mistress a ring. I was delighted to hear the sweet seductive voice of a well-spoken woman who, after brief introductions, asked me what my interests were. I felt like a tongue tied kid and clumsily stammered out my confession that I truly did not know much about domination - only that I wanted to be dominated by a woman and was interested in anal being a part of that package. "Oh," she purred softly into the receiver, I could almost hear a smile cross her wet lips, "You will make a perfect little pet. You have absolutely no idea just how much I adore anal sluts and using them." My hardon was instantaneous and just as quickly as it started it was at full-mast. I kid you not when I say I practically came on the spot. She whispered seductively into the phone specific instructions on how to get to her. I wrote down every detail, desperate to see this hot and experienced woman who would open my world - not to mention my asshole. The instructions were such that I was to drive to a specific phone booth and call her from there, she'd be watching from nearby . She wanted to be careful about giving out her address which was an understandable precaution I thought. I wanted to change before meeting her, I had to look my best for my first time with a Mistress, I desperately wanted to impress her. I had no idea this would be the start of my spiral into depravity and I'd never look back once it began. Once I met the Mistress - it quickly became a long-term mutual bond of submission and dominance. Over the years small thin dildos were replaced with bigger ones. There was much use of butt plugs of ever increasing size over greater extended periods of time as I became accustomed to her use and abuse of my ass. My sexual evolution rose then to a Mistress (not Cruella) fucking me hard with a beautiful big black strapon: naked, padlocked to a sling which was suspended from the ceiling, nipple clamps on, and all the while rocking to and fro - hurting my nipples more with each rock. "Would you take a real cock for me now slut?" She cooed temptingly into my ear one night, "Would you?" Her question barely registered to my conscious mind through the sexual haze induced by a generous helping of huffed poppers, but in my well-trained sub-space frame of mind I found the words tumbling out with automatic ease. "Yes my Mistress! Please make me take real cock for you like the good slut I am!" Turns out she meant it literally, not figuratively. She continued to pound me, pushing the sling I was shackled upon away from her until the tip of her cock just left my ass pussy (as she'd ordered me to think and refer to my asshole) then she'd pull me back onto her 8 inches of rubber slamming forward at the same time as she pulled me onto her rigid cock, causing me to scream in ecstasy. That is when I felt a hand on my forehead accompanied by an order, "Turn this way slut." I turned to see a semi-hard black cut cock at least 7 inches long and wide, and wow I mean wide. The monstrously thick dick obscured my entire field of vision. "Open up slut," came my Mistresses firm command. The excitement was clear in her voice, "It's time to please me and make me wet. Suck him for me. Show me how much of a cock slut you are for me". Physically my legs were opened wide but it was mentally where my horizons grew: from those first professional Femme Dommes, to worshiping the subs of those Dommes, to exploring TV Mistresses, and finally, to where I should have been all along, worshipping real gay Masters. So here I was years later facing a single massive room with several side rooms branching off from it. Each room was full of every depraved piece of equipment my pig mind could have possibly imagined. It was Friday afternoon, my work finished, and with the weekend stretching ahead of me in a city full of gay opportunities, I could only think - how lucky am I. **** "First time here," inquired the guy manning the counter as I passed my backpack across. Eyeing him up and down I saw he was a solidly built 5-foot 11-inch chiseled frame of muscle and sporting a singlet with accentuating short-shorts. His piercing blue eyes were framed by luxuriously thick black hair and despite all that masculine energy and strength he exuded he seemed more of a bottom than top to my untrained eye. "Nope," came my easy response, "been here once before on a trip to San Fran." I found I was growing in confidence. My once deeply held concerns were gone allowing me to feel more and more excited about the items I could see. I'd read that they sold the little bottles of brown I so greedily craved, it was an understatement to say I wanted poppers a lot. Still - there were some nerves as I pondered if what I wanted to do might be an issue or not in the establishment. Push coming to shove I considered a way to imply that I wanted to buy poppers in order to intermittently sniff whilst walking around the shop to feed into my inner heathenistic sexual fires and desires. "Could I buy a bottle of brown now but continue to look around and peruse more of the items please?" "Sure, cash only though." The store clerk reached under the counter and brought out a tray with varied brands of poppers. "Don't have too many of these in here," he quipped with a mischievous gleam in his eyes and flirtation in his voice, "you never know what might happen if you do!" The addition of a wicked grin on his handsome face caused my cock to jerk to life of its own accord. My only thoughts were how things seemed to be getting more interesting by the minute. After some cute small talk and a few moments of deciding which poppers I wanted, we completed the sale. "Enjoy looking around and let me know if you need any help or information," he offered helpfully as we concluded things, "there's a lot of fun to be had for a naughty little boy like you." He seemed to know that I was a total bottom with much more certainty than I had been thinking he was a bottom. I couldn't say how he knew and for all my guesswork - he could be a complete top. Then I realized I slunk into the shop like a nervous schoolboy, it must have been obvious for anyone that I was clearly a bottom - and a nervous one at that! "Thanks!" I called over my shoulder at the last moment before I completely forgot myself, "I'll keep your offer in mind. I have the whole weekend to have some fun after all." Shit! Why had I blurted that out? I looked at my unopened bottle of poppers; I couldn't even blame it on them yet for not thinking clearly. "Well, well," he laughed playfully as he placed his elbows on the counter and leaned forward, "lucky you! Did you mean that you're free from this point on for the whole weekend? Or are you just done for today but will have to work again at some point?" Admittedly I thought the question a strange one to ask me, but at the same time it seemed harmless enough. "Oh no," I now turned as my confidence grew, "No more work for me this evening or the rest of the weekend. I'm just footloose and fancy free." Could you blame me for enjoying the flirtatious exchange between us, even though I did prefer the company of more overtly domineering men. "Well then, I am sure you'll find someone to give you a hot and fun weekend," he promised with that same inviting smile and flirtatious tone. "I hope so, though it's not always easy to find the right guy, with everyone into such different things." I had to wonder, even as I said it, was it my ever growing erection or the stud behind the counter that was causing me be so much more risque than I would normally be. Finally I questioned why it mattered at all. Not only was it fun, but my ass pussy twitched with every exchange between us. In my past experiences with the clerks at adult shops, I'd find myself overwhelmed with embarrassment at even being in a place like that and so I would hurriedly bring the conversation to an end to get what I wanted and then scurry out as swiftly as possible - and that went double for the gay stores. It was almost odd that I didn't have that same sense of cold dread I'd come to feel so accustomed to in stores like these. "With so many things to explore that can be all too true," he gave a small nod as he tilted his head with a look of open curiosity on his face, "What about you? What are you into? Oh-but first I should introduce myself! I'm Steve and I have to ask - where's that cute accent of yours from?" "A pleasure to meet you Steve," I began as I now came back towards him since our conversation didn't seem to be ending anytime soon, "I'm Pete and as for the accent, I'm British. When it comes to my 'vices' we'll say I'm finding that I'm into more aspects than ever as of late. In fact, I just don't even know where to start at times." He'd called my accent 'cute.' I was liking him more with each interaction, the way he moved, his way with words. It all was beginning to make me feel more of a sub to him compared to how I'd felt when I arrived. It'd be much later by the time the thought would dawn on me that perhaps that was his entire reason for saying things as he did. "Well, you're in luck," he said exuberantly with a small slap of his hand on the counter, "because that I can help with. So, why don't we just have a little sniff of those poppers you bought and I'll give you the 'grand tour' shall we say." SHIT - this was getting real! The shop was empty of customers save for one extraordinarily nerdy, overly tall and lanky looking guy who was examining some heavy leather wear whilst stealing the occasional glance at the two of us. There was one other guy who I could only assume was an employee too because he was stacking shelves with merchandise and wore nothing but leather. "Sounds good to me," I agreed whilst taking the wrapping from the cap and unscrewing the bottle. The two of us walked further into the store now side-by-side. I handed the bottle to Steve to do the honors before myself. "Oh no, no - you should go first," he insisted. I took a little hit of the aromatic vapors instantly loving the feel as I sniffed. "Come on," Steve said devilishly "take a good long hit for me. You might as well feel it working." I dutifully complied and took a long pull from the bottle holding one nostril closed while breathing in through the other, all the while he counted. "One... Two... Three... Four..." I knew from watching countless 'Sissy Hypno' videos that he meant for me to sniff continuously during the count, so I did as ordered, " Five...Six...And Hold." I stopped bringing the strong fumes of the bottle into my lungs and held my breath. I was awash with the warming glow of the amyl nitrate and gave into the torrent that spread in both directions to my chin and forehead simultaneously. My head was already beginning to pound a little. "Now release," Steve instructed. As I exhaled I was struck now by the true force of the poppers and found myself giddily light-headed, much to my companion's delight, "That's my good boi." Perhaps it is strange to say, but I distinctly got the feeling I could hear that he was saying "boi" with an 'I' instead of a 'Y' as though I was a fun little play thing. It was then I felt the pecking order had been well and truly established by Steve. I then realised he had called me, 'His' and that tantalizing detail made things so much more interesting. My initial ideal of going for a beer from earlier now became an afterthought as I relaxed more and more in the presence of this sexual creature was so sexily charming and the added benefit of the poppers pushing my mind and body towards a state of complete horniness. Steve loosened my grasp on the poppers, taking them to his nose now and inhaling deeply and readily as a pleasured moan sneaked from his full lips, "God I love this feeling," he added after sighing and looked to me expectantly, "That reminds me...what would you like to do first?" "I really need a new plug and some lube." Without going into details of my sordid past for Steve, I left out the fact that I had thrown away several items after a particularly strong plague of guilt over my deviant nature when I concluded a previous business trip. For me, that was a standard process: excitement from buying new toys and clothes, wildly and frantically using them time and time again, then becoming riddled with feelings of guilt and self-doubt until I drowned beneath the overwhelming tides of my mind and ultimately was compelled to throw all the evidence away. The only plus side was for the vendors of the products I bought because it led to me to being a regular purchaser of their goods worldwide. "What size can you take Pete, are you a beginner with all this?" It was baffling to me that somehow this was feeling like a normal conversation two guys, God it felt good. I was loving every second of it, with every consecutive question I relaxed more (with the added bonus of the poppers to boot.) "I had gone up to the 'TitanMen Master Number Four' last time, but it was just a little too large," I recounted to him my most recent venture with anal toys. "I got it all the way in only on one once out of the many times I tried it, and the last ring was just too big for me to have it in for any decent length of time." "As soon as I managed to get it in all the way, I came buckets," I continued onward. "Not only that, but immediately after I came, it just felt too huge inside me. I just had to get it out as quickly as I could at that point." Once again I couldn't help but be struck by the oddity of the entire situation. Here I was confessing all to a complete stranger, my sordid and (I felt) embarrassing details of my sexual exploits and misadventures and despite that feeling I was becoming increasingly loose lipped with every sniff of the poppers I took. Naturally losing my inhibitions was a reward in and off itself - but it was a pleasant surprise for me as I rarely dropped my guard this way. "Shit," Steve swore with a good natured laugh, "You can take quite a lot slut, can't you? "And you're sure it wasn't the Trainer version Number Four as opposed to the Master one my good little Slut, because that one is a lot smaller," Steve chuckled. I noted the change from 'boi' to 'slut' which once again pushed me lower in the scheme of things for sexual submission, but what could I say? I had just told a stranger I could and indeed had managed to stuff a massive butt plug with a circumference of 8.1 inches into my ass. Just thinking about my hole being eight inches around made it seem huge let alone talking about the length. I marveled momentarily that my ass pussy could even be stretched that wide. "Yes it was the Master type Steve, honest! But I only just took it - it was a real stretch," I added with some pride, then going on to add, "I thought I might try the 'TitanMen Master Number 5' this time since it's over half an inch smaller in circumference." I couldn't tell you why I had the strong compulsive desire to be certain he believed me and took me seriously. His laughing brought up the piggish urge to prove beyond all doubt just how much of an ass slut I could be. "Well, you certainly know your stuff," Steve admitted with an approving nod of his head, "However, I am sure if you're well fed with poppers you'll be able to take it. After all - you'll need to be able to wear it for awhile." I was now aware of him stating rather than asking that I'd be taking it and with poppers being fed to me to boot, which would mean someone to feed me. "On that note," Steve commanded firmly, "take four long sniffs. Two in each nostril for five seconds a piece. Hold each breath for another five seconds following each inhalation of the poppers before moving onto the next side." I had my orders and didn't even think to look around my immediate surroundings - I was so taken with this man by this point I was oblivious to much of anything else. I merely complied with what I was told and took long, hard breaths and descended deeper into what I could only describe as of mental fog of compliance. I didn't think of what he was saying as an order, nor did I register that I was acting upon these orders. Even the smiles of the single customer from earlier as well as the only other employee was completely lost on me while they observed the exhibition that was taking place. If I had been aware of this it would have been all too obvious just how titillated they were by our display. I also failed to realize for the time being that Steve now had not only given the poppers back to me but was no longer taking any hits - it was just me. "Okay Size-Queen, you pick up the butt plug while I get the lube and then I have something I want to show you which I think you'll just love," "Yes Master." Fuck. I called him Master! I didn't intend to, but the words somehow spilled out. God only knows what he was going to say now. "I'm not your Master," he informed me decidedly after a pause that seemed like an eternity, "Although, if that feels right to you then you may call me Sir. We still have to find a Master for you...Don't we slut?" "Yes Sir! Sorry Sir!" I whispered meekly. My head was still spinning, I just agreed with him that I needed to find a Master. He continued to lead and I blindly followed as I hung onto his every word. Steve looked at me while holding my arm. I wasn't sure if this was to show I was "His" or if it was to stop me from falling over as I became a little unsteady thanks to the poppers; either way I liked his firm hold. "Tell me a little more about yourself then and what you're going to be up to this weekend," Steve picked up our initial conversation "You said you had the whole weekend ahead of you and that you were...how did you put it? Footloose and fancy free?" He chuckled. I was so turned on - I gushed - giving all details, "Nothing planned today after this, I did have an idea to go to a bar for a drink and a meal - then maybe go back to play with my toys in my Hotel in the Castro District. That's ... unless of course you can recommend a club maybe? Or bathhouse where I might have some 'fun,' or even someone to have said fun with?" I took a breath for a moment to think but decided to add more. "Also a bit of sightseeing on Saturday, with Sunday as a day to chill after visiting Alcatraz and I'll end it all with a call home that evening." "So, no real commitments at all until Sunday evening. Is that correct slut? You've not arranged to meet anyone between now and then," he questioned pointedly. "That's correct Sir, no one at all. Just hoping to find some fun and enjoy myself. I'm looking forward to Alcatraz though." He seemed very keen to clarify just exactly what I was going to do and if anyone else was involved. At this point I just wanted to please him as much as I could. Amazing that a hard cock and a newly opened bottle of poppers kept me from doing any real thinking, other than how I could get my hole filled and dick wet. "Right then, let's get on with preparing you for your Master," Steve continued. "How does that sound?" It seemed to me he had a tone of "fait accompli". No thought. No discussion. It was merely a matter of fact. I had only just agreed that I needed to find a Master two minutes ago and suddenly here he was talking about preparing me for one immediately. "Aren't We getting ahead of ourselves?" I found myself pointing out. "We have to find Master before I'm to prepared for one, is that not correct Sir?" "Instead of We - why not let me worry about that slut. That'll be my job and..." Steve leaned in close to me lowering his voice to a silky suggestive whisper, "...I think I can help you find exactly that if you'll let me."" "God, yes! Please Sir!" I begged all too eagerly at his proposition, he sure knew how to make me think all kinds of lurid thoughts, "Please find me a Master to serve tonight." That was that. I had told him exactly what I wanted - what he wanted. Once again Steve took me by the elbow and guided me away from the anal section over to a basket of handkerchiefs. I knew what they were for in a sexual context. I'd read enough about the 'Hanky Code' as it were and had also taken a look through the various colors available in the store the last time I had visited. "You know what these are for slut as well as what they mean?" "Yes Sir, I do. They are to show what you like sexually for fetishes and whether you are the dominant or submissive in each scenario depending on the side you place the handkerchief." "OK then," he agreed apparently happy with my explanation, "let's pick enough to signal to any Master what you're all about." "Yes Sir!" My head was spinning in more ways than one not to mention with questions. What did I want to do for a Master? What turned me on as a submissive the most? "I know you understand just how important this stage is since it'll be establishing all that can come afterwards, so I want you to be in the same head space you'll be in while getting owned and submitting to your Master. So take up that bottle of slut juice and inhale just as I instructed you to previously and hold between each breath for four seconds." I hesitated unsure. I was already high from the last hits I took and for the first time since overcoming my initial butterflies, I was nervous. "I said sniff slut!" Steve barked sharply for my obedience. "Get it done right now or there will be consequences. It's time to sniff and choose your future - or walk out of here this instant." It was the first time Steve had been truly forceful with me and I loved it (as any proper slut would) so I was desperate to please him. I almost dropped the lid to the poppers as I frantically opened the bottle, still completely oblivious to anyone else apart from Steve. I didn't even register the comment regarding choosing my future that Steve had made. My truly submissive frame of mind was completely restored as I inhaled as long and deep as he had instructed, following each detail to the letter. I stared longingly at the beautiful collection of coloured handkerchiefs that were waiting for me to choose from. I wanted so many! Knowing their meanings and that for a bottom like myself they would practically all go in my right hand pocket. The fact that I could not wear them all at once was lost on me in this thoughtless trance I was in, otherwise I might have thought to ask why he wanted me to get as many as I had an interest in. "So, which first?" Steve prompted me, "I want you not only to tell me all of your interests, but put them in order of preference as well with your most desired first." My response came like clockwork to his inquiry: Light blue - expert cock sucker Charcoal - latex fetish bottom Light grey - bondage bottom Navy Blue - anal fuckee Light Pink - dildo fuckee As I picked each corresponding color, I imagined the activities of each handkerchief, with every mental picture getting hotter and more wild as I picked them up and placed them in order on Steve's outstretched hand. "Any more slut? You sure you don't want to be a little nastier?" he checked with a dark and quizzical tone, again I wanted to please. He led me e downward into the sinful pit I would never find my way out of: Black with white stripes - likes black tops Yellow - piss freak Cream - cum lover Black velvet - prepared to be on cam As I picked the final black velvet one Steve moaned with a barely audible exhalation of pleasure, "Oh, well done. That's a perfect set. In fact - I just need to check something important at the counter. Wait here." I was rooted to the spot, this was getting wilder by the minute and nothing had happened yet, I was breathing heavily as the poppers were making my body and face feel flush and light. I couldn't be sure how long I waited in this impaired state I was in. I think Steve was talking on the phone for a few minutes and I presumed it was to a customer, but couldn't recall the phone ringing. Steve put the phone down and turned to me with a disarming playboy-type smile and said "You've won! You've done it - you've cracked the Hanky code! That last one finished it." I was utterly confused to say the least, "...I've done what, Sir?" "We have a prize here for anyone buying a lot of the hankies. It's like a lottery prize. If they get that week's chosen set that our Owner personally designates, then they have "cracked" the code. As a prize they get the items they were going to buy for free and even an extra $500 to spend in the store. BUT - only If they are happy to stay for a few hours and meet him." "So, what do you say?" Steve asked expectantly, "I think he'll like you Pete." "So I get the hankies, butt plug, and lube for free? All I have to do is stay here longer and meet the boss?" I gawked with incredulity at Steve who just nodded smiling with silent affirmation to me. I breathed in heavily feeling the fog surrounding my brain more with each moment. "OK. Sounds like fun. Count me in!" I exclaimed with jubilation. After all, it was an easy decision. I was loving it here. My cock was incredibly hard in my jeans - but as hard as my cock was - my ass was even more desperate to have the plug in it. This was turning out to be an even more amazing afternoon than I ever believed possible. Even if it stopped now I would have had a great time - and that was without adding in the fact I was high as a kite! I could see that I'd pleased Steve. Not only did he seem happy, it was almost too happy I might say, but seeing that pants dropping smile of his, made me happier and hornier still. "Ok Pete, considering your fine selection of colors I think we can dispense with your name altogether and just call you slut from here on in," Steve commented. "Yes Sir I think that would be appropriate," I bowed my head slightly as I said it, loving the gradually increasing degradation and humiliation he made me feel. How the dynamic had changed since I walked in not too long ago. "Now, follow me slut..." he turned and walked to the back of the shop where he punched a series of numbers into a keypad which opened a door marked "Private Staff Only." As I made my way into what lay beyond I could not help but think - it was all or nothing now.
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I remember when I heard about The Six. I had just been barebacked by a dominating top. We had Poz talk throughout. The last words I spoke was “ Give me your Poz babies” as he bred into me. “The problem with me” he said as he lay back down on the bed “ is I am firing blanks and it is clear you are ready for the real thing.” I laughed. “ You are the real thing. I love Poz guys even if you have meds. I have been fucked by many guys not on meds. I enjoy the feeling of Poz guys filling me up with dirty seed”. My top laughed “That is because you are a slut that craves Poz cum, but I have known you long enough to know you need more than just the Poz seed, you need the Gift.” He smiled “ I think you need The Six”. I laughed. It sounded absurd. “ it is no joke “ He said. That was 4 months ago. Now I was here in a large dark room in a bathhouse that had been booked for the night, under “ The Six” Well there were 6 of us in the room,but clearly we were not The Six. We were the bottom sluts. Some of us were freaking out. “ What the fuck am I doing here?” One guy was almost pleading to us. Another guy had a smile on his face , which probably matched my own. It was nirvana. Alright it was nirvana mixed with excitement and fear. But I was hot for this. Every fibre wanted this. The poppers that I breathed in heavily helped draw me into this new heaven. My dominant top , that was one of many on my way to Poz slutdom had explained it abit to me.” The Six “ are guys who are all Poz without meds. They are made up of either newly Poz guys or Poz guys that are dominant and need to infect continuously. They change , so one time it may be made up of the same guys for 2 pozzings but it might change along the way with a different guy appearing occasionally or several,” I was erect when he told me this “ How does it work ? “I could hardly contain my excitement. Basically it was a group of six guys who met every few months, sometimes only twice a year, sometimes 3 or 4 times a year. They were made up of guys not on meds who wanted to Gift willing guys. The guys who were going to be gifted needed to be invited by members and there could be no backing out if the invitation was accepted. The strike rate I was told was basically 100 %. Because of all of this you never entirely knew which one of the six made you pregnant. “ The moment they walk in, the name of the game is to make all the Negs Poz. You can get fucked by 1 or all 6. It is not up to you. It is up to them. There also needs to be 6 bottoms who need to be Poz. It is not enough to need it, you have to be almost fated to be Poz. It is why this sometimes takes months to occur, sometimes up to 6 months. You never truly know who infects you. God knows what happens if you try to back out” a wry smile came over him” let’s just say you don’t leave without the Gift” “How do you know so much about it. Are you part of it?” I asked. “ I am on Meds, of course not “ he smiled at me “ “But before that “ I said. He just smiled “ It usually happens at a bathhouse. The room is booked , the bottoms arrive and then The Six. “I gulped, I could hardly breath. This could be all bullshit. But part of me knew it wasn’t. “ I am going to put your name forward.” He said.” You will get an email. It will be an email will have a subject line “ The Six” It will have a Respond/ Delete button. If you delete, you can never again be one of the sluts going to be pozzed by The Six. If you respond you agree to it all, no backing out at all. You will receive an email with time and place. No backout.” He smiled again. “This is you “ Here I was 4 months later in a dark room in a bathhouse with 4 other slut bottoms and another near hysterical bottom. “ I am out of here” he said” Sorry this was all a mistake “ He didn’t move though. “ No one is forcing you to stay ,there is the door, you can open it “ said the guy with the smile on his face. There was footsteps outside the door then it opened. Six guys came in , one after the other, all different. It was hard to make out the features because of the dark. A guy had “ The look” veins and what I imagined with a largish belly and a long dick. I licked my lips. A couple of the guys looked like they were maybe bottoms in normal sex but here they all were in front of us full of Poz venom, infected with life force. It was a beautiful sight, only ruined by the nervous nelly wandering around. “ I have to go sorry. I made a big mistake “ said nervous nelly. There was no answer. One of the six stepped up to nervous nelly put his hands on the bottoms shoulders and pushed him down to the top’s dick. Nervous nelly was confused and just opened his mouth and let the dick come in. He started sucking hard on the dick. The top fed him poppers. I always thought at this point there would be a little speech about a group of Poz guys infecting a group of Neg guys. No one moved to make a speech, but smiling bottom seeing nervous nelly sucking furiously on the popper fed cock took it upon himself to go up to the top I had been eyeing and grab his cock. With expert handling, while my jealousy started to rise, he guided the Poz Look guy expertly with his hands and within 10 seconds he was being ridden by Poz look guy hard. “ I want your Poz babies” smiling guy yelled. Meanwhile already nervous nelly was getting bred by Poz top. His smile said everything. Nervous Nelly was as happy as a pig in shit. I felt hands against me and I was pushed forward. I didn’t have time to think before I felt a sharp pain inside me that eased as I put poppers up to me. A voice next to my ear said.” Don’t worry mate. I saw you eyeing crix guy, my Viral Load is higher than his. You are bound to be toxic. By the time you have been ridden a couple of times you will be in the Club. Infection guaranteed. “I allowed my self to sniff heaven with poppers and looked around. Everyone was fucking. There were 12 people in the room. Interspersed with the moans were words you heard. “ Charge me “ “ I want to be Poz” “fucking infect me !!” “ these are the last seconds you will be a neg boy” Breed me, breed me!!” I want to be pregnant with Poz” this last comment was made by nervous nelly as Poz Top pushed into him. “Fuck take that Poz infected load “ he gasped My maker whispered into my ear. “Fuck I am going to breed that scared little slut with my Poz load, after I have finished infecting you.I can feel my PA scraping against your insides. You should be bleeding now and the infection should take . Fuck I am about to poison you.” I was shocked that I maybe bleeding. It scared me ,but I didn’t miss a beat. “Infect me. Make me yours. Make me Poz “ that was too much for him and he suddenly lurched into me.” Have my dirty seed slut” he whispered. He lay there for a moment, then slowly backed away, leaving me raw , bloody and full of Poz sperm. “ “You all leave here infected” he said as walked away. Before I had time to react, someone else entered me . “ Fuck blood and sperm “ you sure are going to pregnant with Poz by the time this is finished. I am a bottom” he said “I have only topped twice and that is to Poz sluts like you. You are the Second guy. The first one was that scared guy over there, but now I have built up some more Poz sperm , it is going to be you. Fuck I feel the need charge you. “I whimpered” “Please make me toxic”. “Bitch the PA bitch before you created the cake, I am just putting the icing on top. Take those babies slut.” It felt like hours I was there. It felt at least 4. There were moments where I needed to sit but felt torn and sore. The Six would Poz then rest, the come back for more. Crix guy bred me, but I felt like a whimpering mess. As he pushed his Poz cum in my ass I felt a tear in my eye. When it was all over I was sore and bloodied and two weeks later I came down with the tell tale flu. I received an email after I knew my results. The subject line was “ The Six” It had an accept and a decline on it. The accept said “ Be part of The Six for the next conversion. The decline was I was going on Meds. I accepted and smiled. I could now give what I received.
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I never understood what a Jacuzzi was, but to my translation it is a Spa basically. I have always had a fascination with sex in them. I love the fact that over the bubbles and water two different things can happen. On the surface it can look as though you are almost bored but below hands are furiously working away, jerking off yourself and others. Ever since I was a teenager I was obsessed with sex under the water. I would look for a spa in a Public pool and would always find a willing cock under the bubbles. As I got older I went from Public Spas to Bathhouses. Then I became more of an exhibitionist. I would push my head under the hot bubbles and start sucking cock. My biggest joy would be a mouth full of cum under the water. The day this went to another level is the day I would like to tell the tale of. I was in the Bathhouse on a Saturday. I was one of four in the Spa. Guys were wandering about around the Spa, casually looking in as they went to the sauna, the Steamroom or the Showers. Meanwhile I was jerking off a young guy with mousy blond hair and hairy legs. I was starting to finger his tight hairy hole and he was squirming but trying hard to look as though he was bored. It was harder for him as I was starting to finger his foreskin with my other hand . He was breathing heavily and his tight ass was starting to let me push my finger further in his ass. Opposite me were two men trying to look as though nothing was happening in front of them . That was not happening underneath though. Each of the guys opposite were trying to play footsies underneath the bubbles. This was all about to change. Underneath the sign “ No sex allowed in Spa” ( whoops) two new guys hopped into the Spa. One guy obviously wanted to relax . He picked the spot near me ( whoops). The other guy sat opposite me , in between the two guys trying to play footsies. Everything stopped underneath the bubbles for a moment, except my finger sinking into the hairy asshole on the other side of me. While the guy next to me obviously really wanted to relax and closed his eyes. The guy opposite was completely alert to everything around him. He smiled at me in a knowing way. He didn’t waste any time. He was tall,I could tell. This guy was not going to play any of the games that occurred in the spa. “ I want to fuck you” he said to me out loud. Everyone looked at me. “I um” I stuttered out. He lurched forward towards me and with one hand put a finger up my ass. Then he swung me around. It was so sudden I had to stabilise myself on the the tiles of the spa. I felt his his large cock at the entrance of my ass. It was all so sudden that when he rammed into me I almost screamed. I lost complete control. He laughed as he turned me around ,his bare dick rammed up my ass. It was so big . I was now staring at the two guys who looked astonished. The blond I had been finger fucking next to me started to groan. The guy bare fucking me was also feeling him up with his spare hands. The tall top guy suddenly said to the blond twink. “ I want you to spread your ass in front of the slut’s face I am fucking ,Now!!” Without hesitation the blond twink waded in front of me and spread his hairy ass above the hot bubbles in front of my face. This was the balance I needed. While this bare cock pushed further into me , my tongue pushed into the wet hairy blond ass , each hand holding this twinks ass stabilising me. It was delicious and I was in heaven.The twink in turn trying to stabilising himself was now pumping the cocks of the guys in front of him. Both were madly smiling. One stood up so he could get sucked, which the twink promptly did. Meanwhile the guy who just wanted to rest was glaring at each of us and pointing to the sign with no sex allowed. We all ignored him. The guy pumping me with his bare cock became harder. He pushed himself further into me. “I am cumming “he yelled as he forced himself into me.He held himself there for a moment then took himself out of me while pushing my face further into the hairy ass of the twink. He then ,without a word got out of the Spa. This left a space where disapproving relaxed guy took the opportunity to flee out of the spa, muttering to himself. Quite a crowd had gathered around the spa to jerk and watch. Meanwhile with cum up my ass I now was fully horny. I took my mouth off the moist wet ass of the twink and without so much as a hello pushed my dick against the twink’s hole. He pushed back against me and my cock started to enter him. Several guys at this stage, who had been watching, got into the Spa and hands started to go everywhere. I felt another dick against my ass and then a push into me. I was in heaven. I didn’t turn around to see who it was. I didn’t care. I was getting close and I felt myself push forward. I hardly could say the words out loud, it was so intense. “ I am cumming” As I breathed heavily I let go of the Twink. He saw this as his sign to climb onboard the guy he had been sucking and soon was being fucked. I got out of the Spa and made my way to the showers. For the next five minutes you heard groans and more people jerking off near the Spa, getting off on the action. Suddenly the bathhouse attendant walked in to where the Spa was “ Don’t you read the signs? No sex in the Spa !” People started jumping out and trying to disappear as quickly as they could. “ Don’t you know all the germs you can get from Spas?” There was silence now. I walked with my towel around me past the Spa. Only one person was in it. The guy who wanted to relax at the beginning. He had a smirk on his face and when I passed ,he pointed at the sign. I smiled at him. I thought “ Fuckwit”
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36 Hairy male switch possibly moving to Rochester for work. looking to find kink friendly landlord that i can be comfortable bring friends home from a night out for some fun or won't get cranky about me arraigning for some group fun at home. privacy a plus.
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Those of you who have read my other stories have already met my girlfriend Alex, and our friend Tish, in the long series of stories where 'shenanigans ensue'. You already know that Alex is as delightful a little slut as ever walked the green hills of British Columbia, and you know Tish is a sexy little lesbian butterball with a penchant for strap-ons and fisting, and a brand new sideline in playing with penises. The story of how Alex and I hooked up with Tish in the first place, at a music festival, is not done yet. I will be returning to it eventually to finish up the weekend, but things didn't end there. The three of us continued to meet up at festivals for several years, when Alex met a guy and stopped having extracurricular sex, Tish kind of drifted away because cock by itself isn't really her Forte. Unfortunate. Tish moved into the interior of BC a few years back, but I still run into her at festivals often, and we frequently hang out (in a platonic way) when we do meet. I can't wait to see her face when I see her next with Alex back on my arm... Like most of us, she didn't think much of the guy she married (neither does Alex, now that she realizes what a shithead he was), so I expect she will be thrilled. Anyway, this story happened about 8 years ago in June, at a small music festival way up in Northern Alberta. It was a very underground event, advertised by word of mouth, Jeff Daniels (not his real name) was going to go up and play a set there. Jeff is the same guy that played the amazing pirate set the first day Alex and I met, and so when we heard he was going to do another experimental set we decided to make the trek all the way to Slave Lake Ab with him. We invited Tish, as well, and she not only bought in to the idea, she arranged to borrow the Batcave RV from some friends as well. So there we were, rolling on a 12 hour road trip into the Northern Alberta Bush. The destination was a homestead farm run by some hippies, to party on the longest day of the year. We had a huge luxury RV, a world class music producer and his girlfriend , 2 gorgeous and slutty women, and your humble narrator. Jeff commented later that it was like being a deer in the headlights most of the way up. Not because they were constantly raping them (he's attached, and they are both very respectful, if slutty, girls), but rather because the two of them are just so intensely sensual all the time. This road trip happened right at the peak of the relationship between Tish, Alex and I, during that time where you simply cannot keep your hands (and cock, and cunt, and mouth, and fingers....) off of the other(s). He commented later that the entire trip consisted of he and his girlfriend getting more and more turned on by the three of us, ducking away to fuck like bunnies, and starting the cycle over. To this day, when they want to talk dirty, they talk about that trip. That's the kind of thing that gives a guy like me a warm feeling of accomplishment, I have to tell you. Tish and I were the only ones with any experience driving such a large vehicle, so we took turns driving, and made the trip in a single 12 hour push. We left at 5am thursday morning, and rolled in to the town of Slave Lake early thursday evening. I found a spot to park beside the supermarket and headed into the back for a nap. I dropped down beside the tangled naked pile of limbs and hair which were Tish and Alex, (both snoring like freight trains). I downed a big glass of GHB and cranberry juice and was fast asleep within 15 minutes. When I woke up, around four hours later, I was alone in the bedroom, and we were rolling. Alex poked her head in the door, saw me awake, and jumped me. We rolled onto the site while Alex fucked the shit out of me in the back of the RV... I could get used to this kind of road trip. By 10pm we were parked on the site and ready to rock. We set up the awning, arranged the chairs, got the hookah out and sat around and chatted. Both girls were, I could tell, waiting for a chance to talk to me privately. And sure enough, when Jeff and Sandy went off to check out the stage and the sound systems, they both cuddled up with their best 'good little girl' expressions on their faces and announced they had a special request. Alex gripped Tish a little roughly by the hair, and shook her and said 'Daddy, this little slut here is too chicken to say anything to you herself, so I am going to do it for her', She pauses, and twists Tish's short hair painfully, 'She wants to see of we can find two more boys for her this weekend. Because apparently the dirty little whore isn't getting enough cock yet!' Tish is blushing furiously, but her nipples are also rock hard through the soft jersey of her sundress, and her eyes are bright with lust. I grin at her. 'You might be the least gay lesbian I have ever met, Letitia! But since you've mostly been a good girl, I think we can probably find you some more toys to play with.' I pause, 'But only on one condition!' Tish looks up at me, 'What condition?' 'When we fill up all three of your dirty holes with big hard cocks, I get that pretty pussy. I want to watch your face when you get filled up for the first time.' I didn't think she could blush harder, but the red floods all the way down her chest and she mumbles 'I was going to ask for the same thing... I want to look into your eyes when I do it!' All three of us giggle, Tish gets a very hard spank on the ass, I start water boiling for a quick sponge bath for all of us, and we begin to get ready for the evening. I wonder idly what the night will bring, since it's rarely dull around Alex. -
So I’ve been reading back through my first pnp story, along with my new one I posted a few weeks past, and a lot of people liked the stories. I figured I could write some more of my tales. These are true stories, though some liberties were taken. ~Ken~ I hadn’t played in a while, and was cruising the bb sites I frequent. I came across a guy I had chatted with a few times, though pms and phone texts. We never could meet up because he moved around a lot and we never could get our timing right. Apparently the stars aligned for this night. His name was Dan, an older white gentlemen with a decent 7-8” thick cut cock. He liked to slam and he liked bottom boys who pnp’d and took his hard cock. He msg’d me on both sites and through text, saying that he was gonna party with a friend of his in a nearby town. I told him I had the evening free, had my poppers and lube, but definitely no supplies. He told me that’s not a problem, just bring that ass of mine, he wants to fuck me. He told me his friend’s name was Ken. He was an older white gentlemen, mostly bottom, but loved to host and watch people fuck. He gave me Ken’s number, along with his screennames. Ken and I exchanged a few messages, mostly just checking each other out. He was handsome, in some regards, but seem friendly. He gave me his address and really wanted me to come over. I quickly got cleaned out and cleaned up, and headed over. It was about a 20 minute drive from my house, so didn’t take me long to get there. It was a townhouse, and slightly obscured from the road. I found a place to park and made my way to the door. Dan greeted me as I knocked, and invited me in. Ken, the host, greeted me as well. He offered me a seat on the couch, as I put my stuff down. We all chit-chatted for a bit, while they got out their supplies. Bareback porn was playing on Ken’s tv. Ken offered me his pipe, so I took a few good hits. “Yeah, let’s get you flying a bit.” Ken said to me. “You’re really handsome you know, Keith.” I kinda blushed. I was starting to feel the effects, so I quickly stripped down. “Same to you. I think we’ll definitely have some fun tonight.” I replied, as I started to tweak my nipples a bit. I looked over to Dan, who I saw was preparing some points. “I’m definitely up for doing one of those.” Dan smiled. “I figured, from our talks. I don’t like to smoke, so this is how I like T.” He kept on preparing, as Ken and I made out a bit. Ken’s laptop dinged, and Ken broke off the kiss to check the message. “Oh, a friend of mine, real cute guy, says he wants to come have fun with us. He’s even willing to throw in for some tina.” Ken told us, throwing up the guys profile. Young, 20-something latino with a decent sized cock. “He’s vers top, loves to fuck.” “Sounds like fun.” I purred. “Cool, though if we’re gonna play all night, I think we’ll need more supplies.” Dan said, as he finished with his preparations. Ken and Dan started to discuss how to do it, connections they had. I just sat back, stroking my cock, watching the porn as they talked. They came to a decision that Dan would go out and get the supplies, since this was Ken’s house. They told me I could stay, since Dan vouched for me, even though he didn’t know me all that well. Ken’s friend arrived shortly after. His name was Raul, and he was cute in person. We shook hands, started to chit chat a bit. Ken had placed a small mattress on the floor, and was pulling out toys and lube. Dan then asked Raul if he pointed, which he said no, he just smoked. Dan offered him the pipe, and then called me over to where he was sitting. “So I’m gonna do you real fast, let you have some fun with these guys. I’ll be back in a bit with some more supplies. You’ll be good to go right?” He asked. I was a bit hestitant, but since I was flying a bit, I decided to just go with it. “Yeah. How do we want to do this?” So he proceeds to have me sit at the edge of the couch, nearest a light. Puts my arm on a pillow to balance it. Slips on the armband. Puts a heat rag on my elbow crease for a bit, to make the veins pop out a bit more. He then does an alcohol swab, cleans the area. “I’m giving you a .2, that cool?” I nod. He starts to prod my arm, trying to find a good vein. He finds one, and starts to insert the needle. He keeps checking on me. I tell him I’m good. Gets a flash of red. “Get ready.” He pushes the plunger down, then pulls out. Quickly puts down a swab, tells me to hold it, as he releases the band. I taste a bit of metallic, my lungs flash hot, and I feel the rush. The air is tingling around me. The lights get a bit brighter. I’m flying. I’m horny. I put my arms up, and just lay there. Dan starts to play with my nipples and cock. “How you feeling?” I purr. “Mmmm...fantastic. Oh I can’t wait to get fucked. Oh yeah. Mmmmm.” I’m slightly slurring my words, as I’m just getting hornier and hornier. Dan gets up to go check on Ken and Raul. They’ve gone off to another room, I think, for Ken to point himself. I’m just laying on the couch, fondling myself, tweaking my nipples. I sit up, find my bottle of poppers, and do a few hits. I’m rolling in wave after wave of ecstasy. I move down to the floor, where I spot one of Ken’s dildos, along with some lube. I lube it up, then my ass, and start to insert it in my ass. Raul comes back and sees me. I’m pretty much nearly riding the dildo, and tweaking my nipples. I look up at him and moan out, “I want to suck your cock. I want you fuck me.” “Oh yeah he’s flying guys.” Raul yells towards the hallway nearby. He walks over infront of me, and starts to undo his belt. “Go on there fag, suck this cock. You need to get me hard if you want me to fuck you.” His pants come down, and I take off his boxers, fishing out his cock. Its a decently sized cock, even barely hard. Uncut. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had uncut..” I murmur out, as I take him into my mouth. I’m just bobbing up and down on it, as he starts to get harder. Ken and Dan come back in, as I’m just going to town on Raul’s cock. “Told you he was a cocksucker.” Dan tells Ken, as they pass by. They chit chat for a bit, before Dan heads out to get supplies. Ken comes back over with the pipe and Raul hits it, blowing the clouds toward me. Ken gets on the floor next to me, and helps me suck Raul’s cock. “Mmm...just love sharing a cock with another flying pig.” He says, as he takes Raul’s cock from me. I do a couple hits of poppers, and then ride the wave as I lick Raul’s balls. Raul has hit the pipe a few times, and is getting pretty hard. He hands the pipe to Ken, and then finishes taking off his clothes. He gets on the floor next to me and we start to make out. Ken joins us and all three of us are just exchanging tongues. I pull back, and tell Raul I need him to fuck me. He rolls onto his back, and tells me to get on my knees infront of him, in between his legs. He pulls me back a bit more, and pushes on my back for me to lean down more. He starts to play with my hole, lubing and fingering it a bit. I feel his cock pressing in, so I hit the poppers, just as he slides in. He has me basically fucking myself on his cock for a good while. I’m moaning and enjoying myself, while Ken talks dirty to us. Raul continued this for a bit, with me mostly doing the work, fucking myself on his cock. He would occasionally be moaning out, saying how hot it was to watch my ass on his cock. After a while I had to stop, as my legs were cramping from the position. He moved me to lay on my side, and continued to work his cock in me. Ken presented his cock to me, so I started sucking on that. Eventually he moved into a 69 position to work my soft cock. It all felt wonderful. This last for a good while. I was starting to come down a bit, so Raul took to fucking Ken doggy style. I got underneath him and sucked Ken’s cock, watching the action of ass fucking right up close and personal. It was hot as hell. They did this for a good ten, fifteen minutes, before Dan showed back up. We took a break to hydrate, chat a bit. They divided out the supplies they had gotten, and Dan went to work on making more points for him and myself. He asked how my evening was doing, and I told him great, but that I really hoped he fucked me, since his cock was nice and thick. Not that I didn’t mind Raul’s, it was just average, and my tina-fueled cock-needing brain wanted big. So he gives me a smaller dose, about a .15, and hits me up again. I laid on the couch letting the wave ride over me, as he did his. We started to make out a bit on the couch, and after a bit of time, I went down on his cock. He immediately pulled me off though, saying my goatee was a bit too much on it. I apologized and suggested that he just fuck me. He replied he still needed to get hard, but he’ll get there. He ended up moving to a nearby chair, jerking his cock into life. I laid down on the floor next to Raul and Ken. Ken didn’t want to do another point, so he and Raul were just passing back and forth the pipe, shotgunning every other hit or so. I took a couple of shotgun hits, making me fly even higher. I nestled in between Ken and Raul, and we started to make out and feel each other up. I asked Raul if he liked to be rimmed, and he said yeah, he’s vers and loves it. So I took a few hits of poppers, and dove between his legs. I was on my hands and knees, ass in the air, facing a bit towards the chair, hoping Dan would take the hint to come fuck me. But as I worked my tongue into Raul’s ass, I saw the Dan had fallen asleep. The other two noticed as well. Ken just shrugged and said this was his first time really meeting Dan, didn’t know much about him other than through mutual friends and chats. So I went back to rimming Raul, while Ken went to rim me a bit. It felt so good feeling a tongue back there. He tried to fuck me, but was having some serious t-dick. Raul pulled me off his ass, and told me to ride him. I was a bit worried, seeing how I was a bit taller and a bit heavier, but it worked for a bit. It felt great having my ass filled, while Ken worked my nipples. He even fed me poppers for a bit as well. Raul would end up fucking me in a few more positions, occasionally fucking Ken as well. Dan slept through most of this, with us figuring he had done too much, been up too much, and just crashed. He was fine otherwise, once he came too. We all chit chatted as we started to come down a bit. Dan ended up leaving before us, followed by Raul. So I stayed a bit with Ken chatting, while also taking a shower and cleaning out. He was a very nice guy. He enjoyed being a bottom, occasionally topping. He also parTied a lot, and knew a lot of about pnping. He even knew a guy that might have come over this night, but that guy liked to parTy at his house. His friend was a big dicked top who never got tdick and could fuck for hours. He and Ken had been chatting throughout the evening, at various times we stopped or I was preoccupied with Raul. The guy really wanted to fuck me, having liked my pictures and profiles on the various sites I’m on. Since I was still a bit horny and still wanted to play, I told Ken that I wouldn’t mind meeting up with this guy. So Ken gave me his number and told me to text him. I got my stuff together, and said my goodbyes to Ken. I started to text the guy, who’s name was Harley, as I drove off. I hadn’t gotten too far, when I got a response back from him.
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How many guys would get into an "open" relationship? (A committed relationship, that allowed sex outside the partnership with multiple lovers..with no jealousy or judgement, but rather encouragement)? Anyone ever consider a polyamorous LTR? (multiple lovers in an LTR)?.. I have heard of "commune" living (a group of guys all living together, in an LTR)..
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Hey guys. This story is inspired by my new SEXY buddy, TexasTwink . He's cute, and you should all write to him to thank him for this story idea. Thank you, TexasTwink. 😉 Please Use a Condom - Chapter 1. A buddy of mine, Sam, has a penchant for corrupting young ‘safe sex only’ guys. Over a few beers, he told me about this one guy he was planning on bringing over to the dark side. A sexy twink from Texas met him in an airport bar and confided that he wanted to be used by several guys at the same time. He fantasized about being taken raw by multiple men, but wasn’t quite ready. He asked my buddy if he’d be willing to help him. He told him he’d come up with something. They exchanged numbers and boarded their flights. They had kept in touch and the twink was going to be traveling back through town for work in a while. My buddy told me that the twink was passing through in a few days and wanted to invite me to join in the festivities. We were going to meet in a bar on Friday night and get the twink some liquid courage before heading back to my buddy’s playroom to have some piggy fun. I could tell from the pics that Sam shared with me that the twink was beautiful, mid-20s, blond hair hanging in his face and over his ears, great smile, and a nice slim body. His jeans showed off his curvy meaty butt. I arrived at the bar first and was pretty sure the cute guy at the bar was the guy we were to meet. A few guys from around showed up before my buddy, and we were all eyeing this tasty-looking twink. I saw Mike and Bill, two POZ guys I’d swapped loads with in the past. There was an older bald heavy-set guy with a beer gut and a massive barrel chest who Mike introduced me to as Ron. When I shook Ron’s paw, I saw a biohazard tattoo on his furry forearm. A sexy Latin guy greeted Ron, who, in turn, introduced the two of us. The Latin guy's name was Pedro. No word or sign if Pedro was POZ or not. The twink was clearly nervous as he downed two beers. My buddy showed up and sat down next to him giving him a big bear hug before introducing us all to ‘tonight’s entertainment.’ We shared a few beers as the twink loosened up. My buddy had his hands down the back of his jeans and was clearly fingering his hole. The twink was squirming and cooing, clearly loving his fantasy coming true. Sam took care of the tab, and we all headed outside to walk the short distance back to his place, arm in arm. The twink was a little drunk, but still very much in control of what he wanted. When we got to Sam’s place, he let us in and led us down to the basement playroom, complete with a leather sling, and a wall of toys. We all helped the twink undress down to his jockstrap. Just as Sam was about to help him into the sling, his eyes flashed wide. He held up his hands as asked if he could have a moment alone with Sam. The four of us went back upstairs to get undressed and get ready for some serious fucking. Sam came upstairs to find me on my knees switching between the cock of my old and new friend. "Bad news, guys. Our twink friend is scared to take so much raw cock. Now, he’s gonna let us fuck him, but there’s a condition: we've gotta use a condom." Mike reached into his pants, puddled on the floor, and pulled out a wrapped condom and commented with a sly smile "I've been saving this for someone special." Sam looked concerned and countered saying "Come on, guys. If he wants us to use a condom, we should honor that, right?’" Sam took Mike’s condom and made sure it wasn't stale, and that the wrapper was intact, asking "You sick fuck didn’t stab this with a pin or anything did you?" Mike shook his head no. My sense was he was being honest. Sam’s concern devolved into a sneer. He asked us to wait right there for a moment. I went back to sucking cock as Sam headed back downstairs. H e reappeared a few moments later with a big grin saying "We’re in luck, pigs. Our twink is into kink. He gave me permission to try something raunchy. We’re going to all fuck him. With a condom. This condom. We all have to wear the same one. And when it breaks, it breaks." The guys helped me to my feet and we headed down the dark steps to find the twink in the sling, blindfolded and holding a bottle of poppers to his nose. To be continued…
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Thursday was a long ass day at work. The only thing keeping me going was the thought of a little fuck party that evening. Hubby, BF and I had invited a few friends over for drinks and sex...sling up, hot tub warm, rubber sheets on the guest bed, we were ready to receive guests by 8:30pm. I invited 3 white vers/btm men for hubby to fuck, but only one showed (typical odds), so it was good that he bred an asian pal on his way home from work. The fun thing is he actually ended up topping a usual "total top" pal before the night ended! I also invited a couple of versatile top men and about a dozen hot, hung black top men. 6 black tops, one versatile/bottom, plus the 3 of us (vers/top and 2 vers-to-btm) showed up for one hell of a fun night of sex! We made out, sucked dick, ate ass, stretched holes and of course fucked and bred until just past 1:30 am. The BF and I were tag-teamed and loaded in every imaginable position (often side by side or on top of each other so we could make out while being fucked) and location of the basement bedroom, media area and patio...hubby got his dick sucked by at least 3 men and put his dick in one white vers guy and one black top stud. The best I can count, 17 loads were given and received. So, needless to say a good time was had by all! Happy fucking men!
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I LOVE FUCKING MANY ASSES VERY DEEP! I WANT TO FUCK MANY MANY MANY HOT ASSES! BIG +++ IF YOU'RE POZ OR UNDETECTABLE. BIG +++ IF YOUR ASS IS ALREADY FULL CUMFILLED. I LOVE ANONYMOUS BAREBACK FUCKING! I AM ALSO INTO FELCHING/SWALLOWING SPERMS LOADS AND GROUPS SEX! WHEN I WILL BE IN PALM SPRINGS, I WILL FUCK EVERYDAY AND EVERY HOT BOTTOM! ????????? I will be travelling to PS from November 22 to 30. I want my dick very deep in ass. Get back to me... if interested in fucking. Hey! You can request invitations to all of my Local parties adds on. BBRT (my profile is ABTOPHORNYHUNGGUY) between November 22 to 30 in Palm Springs. ? Top guy here from Montreal planning to travel to PALM SPRINGS 22 to 30 of November for lots of sex. Will be staying in town during few days and willing to fuck a lot of strangers (at least 100 holes and more). Love anonymous bareback fucking. I want to fuck MANY MANY MANY ASSES! Big +++ if you're POZ or undetectable. Big +++ if your ass is already full cumfilled. Its gonna be my first time in PS and I wanna see what all the bottoms in town can offer me. If you request an invitation in my local party add, please be sure to unlock your pics and be serious about attending or getting together. ???
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What was I doing? Entering this grotty old office building, going down dingy corridors, with only the odd bit of poor quality xeroxed paper pointing the way to the meeting room. I was hoping going there would help me with my problem. Soon I arrived outside a door, whose window was covered with a notice stating meeting in progress. After quite a hesitation, I finally summoned enough courage to enter. A few heads turned towards me as I shuffled my way to a seat at the back. In the empty seat next to me was a tatty copy of the constitution. I thought I'd read that later. There was a man at the front speaking from a lectern. He was addressing the roughly dozen people attending the meeting.“Hello,” he said, “My name is Frazer and I am a barebacker! It has been a month since I last barebacked anyone.” A ripple of polite applause came from the assembly. The person, who I presumed was in charge invited others up to testify. A younger member of the group came up to take over the rostrum. “Hello, my name is Ray and I am a barebacker!” He continued, “It's been 4 weeks since I last barebacked!” Another round of applause ensued. He was replaced by a tall Scotsman. “Hello,” he said in a soft Scottish accent, “I'm Drew and I've lapsed several times since we last met.” A sense of sympathetic silence pervaded the air. Drew continued “After our last meeting, I went to a cruising ground where I enjoyed gorging on 5 cocks and let them all then take me bareback, spattering my inside with their hot cum.” The host interjected, “Drew, you know the rules, do not continue like that!” But Drew continued “A week later I visited a sauna and in the darkroom, I fucked two men bare coating their innards with my spunk and then let one of them return the favour.” The host intervened again, “Drew you have already been warned!” Drew retorted, “It was only last week, when I went into a gents where I sucked off one guy in the cubicle, who proceeded to ram his saliva-lubricated cock straight up me and shoot his load inside me!” “That's enough, Drew, you have already been warned, you know the rules. Members de-bag him!” Immediately, most of those seated, got up and started stripping Drew, some very forcefully. Within a few seconds, he was stark naked. To my amazement the leader of the group began sucking Drew to attention, whilst Frazer was rimming him. I got up and sat down again on the front row to get a better view. Other members started removing all their clothes and a free-for-all started. Now that Drew was fully at attention, the host turned round dropped his pants and let Drew slip his manhood up him. At the same time Frazer stopped his rimming and now inserted his cock up the now lubricated arse of Drew. Others were beginning to pair off to suck and fuck. But I wasn't left out of this. Ray came up to me and started to remove all my clothes. “So much for dealing with my barebacking addiction”, I thought. Ray was obviously attracted to older men and almost licked his lips as he saw my dick springing to attention. Ray took no time closing his mouth around it, his tongue delicately teasing my manhood and making me even harder than before. Meanwhile most of the party were now in the throws of fucking each other bare. Many were using the front seats to press against as they were rammed from behind. I hoped they would hold up to the onslaught. Then it was my turn as Ray obviously wanted me to take him from behind. He held firmly to the seat, turned around and offered me his bum, which I gladly made use of by squeezing my now fully erect cock into his tight hole. As I banged away at Ray, I felt the chap next to me banging away too. Every time I thrust out, so did the other man, so our naked bums kept caressing each other. The feeling was surprisingly erotic. The double effect of pushing my cock up this young man's delightfully tight arse and the constant collision of buttocks with the man next to me was too much and with a satisfying grunt, I released my load into his young arse. By this point, my inhibitions were totally gone and I looked for other opportunities in the group for further barebacking. The host's cock seemed somewhat promising. Although still fairly flaccid, it seemed quite thick and long. I went over to him and started sucking him as Drew continued to mount him. Drew's stamina was amazing. After having shot his load inside the host, he turned his attention on me. With but a quick spit on his cock, he angled himself carefully and proceeded to give me a good shafting. I found myself being spit-roasted and enjoying every moment of it. I certainly wasn't going to be helped from indulging in bare-backing with this group! Drew was an amazingly good fucker. After putting just the head of his cock inside, he started pushing in gently. After a while, he picked up speed pushing his cock inside fully again and again. He pushed inside further and further until his balls touched mine. The feeling of his scrotum against my arse felt great. Slowly Drew picked up his pace. He pulled his large penis almost out of my hole and then thrust it all the way back into me. Whilst I was enjoying this thrusting, I was slurping on cock and feeling it grow even harder in my mouth. Drew started pummelling me harder and harder, his breathing quickened and then I felt squirt after squirt of his semen pouring inside me. It was then I noticed that quite a number of people were watching the newcomer getting his cum-uppance! One person, in particular had been watching intently and now made his move on me. Just as I felt the host's penis throb as he left his salty deposit in my mouth, so Frazer stroked his cum-covered cock into action again and shoved his engorged cock right up me, lubricated by Drew's previous load. Most of the rest of the group were watching Frazer pistoning in and out of my willing arse. So much for my addiction! I held on tightly to the seat as he vigorously thrust his cock up my hole. I could feel the squelching of Drew's cum from the previous fuck and then some of it started to dribble down my leg. The audience certainly seemed appreciative of the newbie's show. Then Frazer shoved his dick hard inside me and kept it there. I realised he was letting more of his hot jizz blast into my hole. He pulled out and the last gobs of spunk splattered on my back as the crowd egged him on. Suddenly, the group seemed to go back to normality as if nothing had happened. People started dressing and got back into their seats and started chatting to one another. The host, to whom I'd had the pleasure of giving a blow job, approached me. “Welcome, We all enjoyed your display. Hello, my name's Mark” I replied “My name's...” But I was cut off from finishing my sentence. “No, don't tell me your name. This is barebackers' anonymous, we meet once a month to fuck one another bareback. It's anonymous, so we make up names and don't use our own. Hope to see you again next month.” I arrived especially early the following month in eager anticipation of what was to come. Indeed, I now had the courage to go to the front to address the assembled company. “Hello, my name is George...
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I LOVE FUCKING MANY ASSES VERY DEEP! I WANT TO FUCK MANY MANY MANY HOT ASSES! BIG +++ IF YOU'RE POZ OR UNDETECTABLE. BIG +++ IF YOUR ASS IS ALREADY FULL CUMFILLED. I LOVE ANONYMOUS BAREBACK FUCKING! I AM ALSO INTO FELCHING/SWALLOWING SPERMS LOADS AND GROUPS SEX! WHEN I WILL BE IN PALM SPRINGS, I WILL FUCK EVERYDAY AND EVERY HOT BOTTOM! ????????? I will be travelling to PS from November 22 to 29. I want my dick very deep in ass. Get back to me... if interested in fucking. Hey! You can request invitations to all of my Local parties adds on BBRT (my profile is ATOPHORNYHUNGGUY) between November 22 to 29 in Palm Springs. ?Top guy here from Montreal planning to travel to PALM SPRINGS 22 to 29 of November for lots of sex. Will be staying in town during few days and willing to fuck a lot of strangers (at least 50 holes and more). Love anonymous bareback fucking. I want to fuck MANY MANY MANY ASSES! Big +++ if you're POZ or undetectable. Big +++ if your ass is already full cumfilled. Its gonna be my first time in PS and I wanna see what all the bottoms in town can offer me. If you request an invitation in my local party add, please be sure to unlock your pics and be serious about attending or getting together. ???
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