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new attendee, returning.... host hotel is now accepting reservation. In 2017, IML events start a day earlier, on Thursday, May 25, 2017 host hotel: The Congress Plaza Hotel. current link to host hotel reservation: https://bookings.ihotelier.com/Congress-Plaza-Hotel/bookings.jsp?hotelID=5054&groupID=1672354 in case the link changes, event site: www.imrl.com
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Pighole in Berlin for Folsom. Available for cock, seed, or fist. Will be geared up and ass up at Mutschmanns Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Will also be attending the bio hazard party and naked party on Sunday at Scheune. Looking forward to serve you.
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Been following the forum for a while, thought I'd make my first post all about my first bareback experience. I was in London and had a few drinks with my mates, and ended-up stumbling back to my hotel room at about 2:00 AM, having had quite a few. I felt as horny as hell, so I got into the leather jeans I had packed and fired up Grindr on my phone. While I was looking around and a couple who were staying in a nearby hotel messaged me: Couple: "Hi there, like your profile, are you into bb?" Me: "Not tried it before, but open to it" Couple: "Love your profile, we're a couple, one top, one bottom, both into leather" Me: "Cool, want to meet?" They then sent me the details. By how it was about 3:00 AM. I wandered the ten minute walk to their hotel, all the while nervous and yet turned on. When I arrived at the hotel, I texted them whilst standing outside. One of the two guys came out of the hotel, smiled and said "Follow me." He was mid-30s, slim, shaved head with nice eyes and a wicked smile. Dressed in full leathers, I entered the hotel, passed through the lobby, walking past, but not looking at the reception clerks. I can only imagine what they were thinking! When I arrived at their room, I met the other half of the couple. He was also in his mid-30s, was somewhat more muscular of build, had short dark hair and was wearing a leather vest and a jock. The guy who had met me on the street then stepped into the bathroom, stripped, and came out in a pair of backless leather shorts. It was quite clear then who was the bottom and who was the top! The bottom guy started snogging me, and I snogged him back. Whilst I was doing this the top guy slid his finger down my leather jeans and started fingering my arse whilst tweaking my nipples - this really turned me on. The bottom then bent over on the bed, inviting me to fuck his arse. I undid the buttons on my leathers, my dick standing hard. (I remember being quite impressed that I was fully erect, given the amount I had to drink!) I fingered his arse, which was pre-lubed, and then slid my cock into his arse. It felt tight enough, but not too tight! As I was doing this, the top guy fingered my arse a bit more and I could feel his cock brushing against my arse cheeks. I then started pumping away at the bottom. Some porn was on the laptop nearby. The bottom pushed in and I pushed into him, and I kept pumping away for about seven or eight minutes. After that I couldn't stop myself anymore and growled "I'm going to cum, I'm going to.... ahhhhh" and I felt my cock twitch as it dumped my cum into the bottom's arse. After a few minutes I pulled out my cock. My cum was dripping off it, running down the bottom's shorts and a bit onto my leathers. With it getting late (as it was 4:00 AM-ish). I thanked them both and walked back to my hotel, a happy glow on my face. It was the first time I'd dumped a BB load, but it will not to be the last!
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It was late on a Friday afternoon, the work week was over, and I felt like letting loose and having some fun. While waiting for my dealer to arrive, I got cleaned up and cleaned out, then took half a dozen hits on the glass pipe. For once, my dealer was right on time, fixing me up with a nice fat 8ball, so I was ready for the weekend. After I pulled on a black jockstrap, my bare assed chaps, and my boots, I decided to check out my favorite bar. I like it because it’s a large space, with high ceilings, and it has a patio that’s perfect for cruising. The place draws a very masculine crowd, and it has a well deserved reputation for attracting men into PNP. I tied a long sleeved flannel shirt around my waist, to cover my bare ass, and off to the bar I went. I was leaning back against one of the benches that line the back wall, casually watching a game of pool, when I saw this guy walk in who caught my eye. Even though he was dressed like he just came from the office on casual Friday, wearing Dockers and a Polo shirt, he gave off a strong vibe that he could very likely be a hot prospect. It didn’t take long for me to find out. After he ordered a beer, he stripped off his Polo shirt, then his Dockers, folded them neatly, and laid them on one of the bar stools. He looked to be around 40 years old, had large hands, a broad chest, a great tan, and obviously worked out regularly. Now, he was wearing just a pair of tight black cotton briefs that really showed off the curves of his muscular bubble ass. I could see why he had positioned himself at the end of the bar. It was the perfect location for him to rather discreetly expose his big, thick cock and show it off. As he occasionally took a pull on his bottle of beer, his other hand pulled on his cock, and it quickly swelled to impressive length and extremely impressive thickness. He certainly had my attention. Most of the time, he looked straight ahead, but, once in a while, he would look my way, and flex his cock, making it jump. It certainly looked like an invitation to me. After a few seconds, I got up my courage, walked around the pool table, and stood right next to him, at the bar. He raised his beer, in salute, told me his name was Tony, then he asked me what I was drinking. He bought me a bottle of water and another beer for himself. I couldn’t help but notice how large his pupils were, so I knew that he had been partying, too. Before long Tony said that he really needed to take a piss, and he asked me if that was something I could take care of for him. I knew exactly what he meant, and I said, “Yes, Sir.” He had me follow him out to the patio where he positioned himself in a dark corner. Without saying anything, he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, so that I was on my knees, in front of him. Immediately, a lot of men gathered around to watch, as he pulled down the front of his briefs and flopped out his still semi-hard thick cock. As soon as I took his big helmet head between my lips, he let loose with a flood of warm chem piss. There was nothing I could do but keep guzzling it down, as fast as I could swallow, until he was completely drained. My stomach felt extremely full, and he voiced his approval, impressed that I was able to take it all. I knew that it wouldn’t be very long before I would be the one who needed to unload. Sure enough, not more than 10 minutes later, I felt like I was going to explode. We went back out to the patio where Tony spotted a Dad and his young boy, both dressed in full leather. He asked the Dad if his boy was into chem piss. Without answering the question, the Dad put the boy on his knees, in front of me, and I blasted what seemed like an endless stream of chem piss down the boy’s throat. When I was finished, the Dad told his boy, “What do you say ?” The boy looked up at me and said, “Thank you.” Walking back inside the bar, Tony asked me if I ever slammed. I said, “Yeh, a few times.” He said, “Good. Let’s get you recharged.” With that, we both went into one of the restrooms that was supposed to be for only one person at a time, and we locked the door. Tony pulled out a small zippered pouch from his pants pocket. He tied off my upper arm, and found a good bulging vein, which he swabbed with an alcohol pad. After pulling off the cap with his teeth, he slowly slid the needle in, pulled back on the plunger, got the flash, then completely depressed the plunger. Very quickly, he removed the tie from my upper arm and pulled out the needle. I pressed 2 fingers against the crook of my elbow, and held my arm over my head, as I coughed loudly, and a tremendous rush began coursing through my body. Tony said, “How you feeling, now ?” Between rapid breaths, all I could say was, “holy fuck !”
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I'll be in the area this weekend and wondering where I can go to get fucked, used and loaded up. Definitely a fan of bathhouses and sex clubs so I'm thinking of hitting Mega-Plex and Club Body Center, but definitely open to other ideas or suggestions. Sub btm here into leather, jocks, groups, pics/vids (no face respected), public (love the audience and outdoors but not so much into the getting caught element, lol!), anon and GeTTinG to the poinT. Poor planning on my part to visit on a non-Cumunion weekend . . . . -
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Charles – Horse Dick Leather Lord and Master (I first met Charles in the story, “Dr Mike – biohazard and healer - Part 3 – Does the venom take?” This is the story of the next time I saw him and caution, is NOT vanilla, but is true to who Charles, the Leather Master is.) In the final chapter of “Dr Mike – biohazard and healer” I had just finished receiving my new tattoo. My tatt had healed, and I guess it was less a tattoo than a new ID – a big, black and red, angry biohazard sign on my lower back, that reached down to the crack of my ass, and was almost 9 inches wide and 9 inches high. I had not seen Dr Mike since I got the tattoo, but had seen Hank and his herpes dick, Ben from Ghana, and of course spent time with Carl at the library. No one commented on my new tatt and I was sort of pissed and hurt. I thought this meant something, I thought I was special somehow – at least to Dr Mike. But, even though I had not heard from him I continued to do as he had ordered - to take as much dirty, filthy, toxic AIDs cum and dick as I could. I wanted to make him proud, proud of the man he had turned me into, and proud of my biohazard ass. The last time I had seen Dr Mike he had given me Charles’ phone number and told me, “I expect to hear from him that you have given that ass up to him.” I had seen Charles only briefly after he had brutally fucked me in Dr Mike’s office, but he appeared to be in his late 30s, early 40s, about 6”4, a good 230, he was white with curly brown hair, a big mustache, hairy chest (he had on a leather vest), leather pants with no crotch, and big black boots. His dick was tremendous, long, fat, over 11 inches and Charles was, according to Dr Mike, ‘an AIDs fucker.’ Charles also had gonorrhea, so his dick was a continuous fountain of infected drippings. I had called Charles several times, but he never answered or returned my call and frankly I was relieved as he scared the fuck out of me. The weather in DC had gotten colder and I came home after only an hour at work on a Thursday as it had started to snow lightly, but everyone freaked out and they started to shut the city down. The phone rang, and when I answered the man said, “This is your Leather Master boy, remember me? I raped that little hole of yours for Dr Mike and he has new orders for you. Be outside your building tomorrow morning at 5:30 a.m. I don’t care you have to work, it’s a Friday, call off and this fucking city will be shut down anyways. You stand on the sidewalk and wait, do not move you hear me. Between now and then no sex, no getting some pussy cock up there, no jacking off, and do not eat anything.” With that Charles hung up and I was left to wonder what the fuck was going on. When I got up the next morning at 4:00 a.m. he was right. We had about an inch of snow and the city was shut down. Offices were closed, schools were closed, the government was closed, so at least I did not have to miss work. I was standing outside my building at 5:30 a.m. and the street was dead. No one was out, not even the snow plows. I waited, and waited, and by 5:45 was ready to go back in as I was freezing. But then I saw a pickup coming up the street with it’s headlights on and apparently no muffler as it sounded like a Mac truck. The truck was old, beat up, had crap hanging out of the bed and some of those big tires on it like it went off road all the time. It pulled up, the window rolled down and this guy said through the clenched cigarette in his teeth, “Hey – Charles call you? Yeah, cool man, hop in.” I walked around the front of the truck, hopped in the front seat and looked at the driver. This guy was not Charles, not sure who he was, but he was younger than me, had real long hair pulled back in a pony tail, and was wearing a bandana to hold it back. His beard was pretty long, scraggily, and he was not handsome as it looked like his nose had been broken a few times, his teeth were bad, his denim jacket was holy and dirty, as were his jeans. He looked pretty tall, like Charles, about 6”4 but a bit thicker and more muscular, like 250 pounds. He had a beer in a cup holder that he took a swig from, tapped the ashes from his cigarette in the ash tray then looked at me and said, “Let me see it man, I want to see that tatt everyone’s been fucking talking about.” “Um, we’re in the middle of the street, no I don’t think so,” I said. His hand struck out like a viper, closed around my throat, and he said, “Like I said, I want to see it, NOW.” I shook my head, undid my coat, my pants, and slid them down to my ankles and sort of turned on my side in the truck seat so my back was towards him. He let out a slow, long whistle, “Damn! Fucking hot,” as he ran his leather gloved hand over my tatt and my left ass cheek. “You got me nice hard now, turn around here.” He held the cigarette between his teeth as he unzipped his pants and pushed my head towards the dick that popped out. Fuck Christ – he was huge! Just like Charles. The truck was idling in front of my apartment building and the street lights cast enough light so I could see the head of his dick was oozing heavy, thick, goo. This was not cum, looked like gonorrhea, and as I hesitated he pushed me onto his dick, I opened my mouth, and sucked on the head. He was uncut, but it was like they did it only part way, as skin still seemed attached to the front of his dick head. He also had a Prince Albert piercing, a barbell, not a ring like Charles and not as thick. I licked it clean and his dick tasted like sweat, filth, and ass, and dug my tongue into the slit trying to get more of his infected jizz. He started to moan, “Fuck no boy, gotta hold off, Sir will have my ass as it is, FUCK! I cannot wait to climb up on you.” With that he pushed me off, I got dressed as he zipped up, put the truck in drive and headed off. “I’m Roger,” he said as he turned onto the main street and nodded at me. “Sir – I mean Charles – sent me to pick you up. You see I am like his hmmm…… his… apprentice I guess you could say you know what I mean? No? Well Sir is teaching me how to be a good master and he is the best. I have seen him break boys in minutes like he is going to break you and he is teaching me everything he knows. He promised me that if I was good I get to break you too.” Wow, sure did not fucking expect that and was not sure what to say so I Just huddled against the cold as there was no heat in the truck and watched my breath mingle with his smoke as Roger drove through the empty city streets. We pulled onto a small, one-block side street just off 20th and P Street near Dupont Circle. There were several gay bars in the area, but I never realized this little group of row houses was here. I followed Roger up to a house that was sort of in the middle of the block on the left, grayish in color, and one side of it fronted an alley that led back behind a bunch of restaurants that fronted P Street. At the front door Roger took out a key, let us in, and in the entryway told me to get undressed. I looked around sort of confused as we were not really inside yet and even though the front door glass was frosted, I felt exposed, but he just glared at me, so I bent down to take off my boots. As I did he reached his arm around my neck, pulled me back towards him, and started sticking his tongue in my ear and licking my neck and left cheek. At the same his other hand reached down the back of my pants, grabbed my underwear and yanked hard. I cried out, his hand covered my mouth and he kept yanking on my shorts as he tongued me. My shorts ripped as they tore into my ass crack and he continued to grab fistfuls of cloth and tug up and hard, giving me a wedgy from hell as he moved his hand and his tongue found my open mouth. His breath was awful, cigarettes, liquor, and more, but he kissed me hard, shoved my face against the exposed brick in the entryway, and finished tearing my shorts into shreds. He now stepped back, unzipped his pants, and out popped his fully hard dick. I turned to look but he pushed my face back against the brick wall, this time really hard and I felt a small trickle of blood run down my cheek as the brick cut into my face. Roger yanked on my pants, spit on my ass and was working to force his dick into my dry hole when the main door to the house opened as Roger said, “Oh fuck we are going to have some fun!” There was Charles just as I remembered him. All in leather, hairy, and looking pissed. “What the FUCK DO YOU THINK you are doing?” he asked. Roger stumbled back, pulling up his pants, “I ah was just teaching him not to mouth off to me. He ah was talking back, so I ah...” Charles took one step and gave Roger a good right hook and said, “NEVER lie to me you little fuck. You HAVE to learn to fucking CONTROL YOURSELF. Goddamn it Son, what the fuck?” Charles then turned and walked into the house. I was huddled against the wall amazed as Roger had barely flinched with that hit, even though there was a little blood at the corner of his lip. He turned to me and said, “You will pay for that.” How the fuck was that my fault? He then pulled up his pants, told me to strip, grabbed my arm and pulled me into the house after him. We were in a hallway that ran the length of the right side of the house. About halfway down was a door on the right that he opened, pushed me ahead of him, and I went down the dark stairs. At the bottom I looked around. The wall in front of me had mirrors, as did several other walls I could see. The room was painted a dark red, almost black, the ceiling was black. As we walked to the right and the room opened up, I could see chains hanging from the ceiling, a sling, several sets of shelves with various metal and leather things on them, including one that had a bunch of dildoes and such. To the left there was a large platform bed with mirrors behind it, on the ceiling, and on the wall to the left, and the bed was covered with some sort of black sheet. There appeared to be stuff further on, but the light was too dim to clearly see. Charles was standing in the middle of the room, hands balled into fists by his side, his hard dick was ringed in steel with at least one big metal cock ring around his balls, pushing them out and forward. “KNEEL.” Fuck he sounded like Dr Mike when he said that. I kneeled where I was and was surprised when Roger kneeled too, but about a foot in front of me. “The last time I saw you I know Dr Mike told you I took it easy on you and so I did. Not this time. This time I will do whatever the fuck I want to you and you will take it. I will hurt you, and you will heal but you will never be the same. Dr Mike may give you choices, well he says he will, but he never fucking does right? Well, you’ve got no choices here either.” What did he mean by that? Fuck what was he going to do me? I had read shit in the papers before about crazy guys doing crazy shit to someone like cutting off a foot or something. No, that just my fear talking as my heart stared beating like 100 miles and hour and I started to sweat and shake a little. Charles could see the fear on my face and confusion as he laughed and said, “I am your Leather Lord and Master. I will use and abuse you and I have no limits and now neither do you. Once I start I will not stop and now you have no choice in the matter as I am going to rape the fuck out of you. You can cry, scream, and beg and plead, which I hope you do, but it will do you no good. The door is locked, this room is soundproof, and you are now my victim. Well, mine and his if he learns to behave.” I looked at Roger, who turned slightly, looked at me, and licked at the little mark of dried blood on his lip as he smiled. Charles continued, “You will learn to give yourself, all of yourself to me or whoever else asks it when ordered. Pain is necessary as you can only truly learn by scar tissue, being ripped, torn, and used. I can promise you though that I am an expert in inflicting pain and abuse, but I will not permanently damage you. No, never that, and even if you believe what I am doing is beyond what your body can take, you will be wrong, as you WILL TAKE IT! You will learn to fear me, serve me, and fear me even more, but there is hope, for if you serve me well, you will please not only me, but Dr Mike. Do you want to please Dr Mike?” I was a bit stunned and just sat there, but Roger twisted around, slapped my face with his gloved hand and sneered, “Answer HIM!” “Yes, please, I want to please Dr Mike,” I said, my voice wavering. Charles smiled wide, reached to the side table, lit a smoke of some kind, and continued. “I am a Demon in the flesh, here to take your body and soul, all that is evil, I am the Ass Destroyer. Dr Mike wants you pushed beyond all boundaries, and believe me, you have no idea what is in store for you. I am Dr Mike’s Lieutenant and he is the one man, the only man I serve. I want a willing sacrifice and you will be willing – not now – but you will – you will give yourself totally to me. Some tops would give you drugs to make you lose control, I won’t, Jack Daniels/JD or whatever sure, but I want you to fight me, I will break you, just like I broke my Son here, but not the same way of course.” “You see, my Son here is a Master in his own right, so his training is a bit different. His dick is full of death too and until he earns the right to have some ass to call his own, for now he serves as a recruiter I guess. He works for me and when the weather is warm I send him to the back patio of the Eagle to find some unsuspecting ass like yours who is just a dick hungry queer willing to do anything to get a taste of it. He will give them a taste of it for sure, but only to get them back here. Here is where the fun starts, here is where we rape them and turn them into infected AIDs holes to be used and fucked and tossed away. You should hear them cry and scream when we tell them we are infecting them!!! Maybe if you learn well you can serve me at the Eagle too, give that AIDs hole to some unsuspecting negative top at the Eagle – give those fuckers something to take home besides a hangover.” “Here, before we begin, stand up and turn around so I can see,” Charles said. Finally, someone was going to pay attention to my tatt. He said, “You know what that means Son? That means Dr Mike has made him a fucking killer, he has passed the bug and death onto some poor unsuspecting asshole. Pretty fucking amazing! I did not believe when the sick fuck told me, but seeing it is damn hot. This is one sick infected ass and today it is mine and if you are good, yours too Son.” Why did he keep calling him Son? Was Roger his Son? They sort of looked alike, but I just thought he was a friend or something. I was smiling listening to them admire my tatt and when I turned back around and Charles saw my smile he closed the distance between us in an instant and wrapped his big gloved hand around my throat. My eyes bulged in fear and his spit was flying in my face as he said, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SMILING ABOUT? You ain’t got shit to be smiling about yet, you are a worthless piece of ass flesh and I am going to beat that pride right out of you. You may think you are a biohazard piece of ass now, but trust me, there is so much more we will infect you with.” Charles let go, stepped back as I caught my breath and he went on, “Son, you go get dressed properly.” He turned to me and said, “I have made you a special drink. Some JD and good stuff, like I said, I want you to fight me, so nothing too strong.” Roger headed back the way we came, I guess to a room that had been off to the left of the small, mirrored hallway. I accepted the drink from Charles and downed it as he motioned for me to drink up. Having not eaten since the day before and being scared shitless, the stuff went right to my head. Not usually drinking liquor helped too I guess. I finished, handed the glass back to him. Charles stepped towards me, “Kneel. Lick my boots.” I looked up at him questioning, I had never done that before and frankly his boots looked pretty filthy. “Are you questioning me?” Charles said as he took his right foot, planted it firmly in the middle of my chest and kicked me over onto my back. He was standing over me now, his boot planted firmly on my gut, “I will only fucking tell you once, when I do you better not question me.” So I scrambled onto my hands and knees and started licking his boots. As I did Charles started spitting me on me, calling me worthless, telling me my tatt meant nothing, I was not worthy of serving him, and until I showed I was worthy I would never see Dr Mike again. I was crushed, anything but that, I wanted – no needed – to see Dr Mike, so I decided I would do whatever it took to make that happen and began licking his boats like they contained the last drops of water in the biggest desert. Roger came back into the room as I saw his big boots come into view. Charles said, “Get on all fours, but don’t stop cleaning those boots.” I did as ordered and soon felt Roger behind me. His gloved hands were rubbing my back, my ass, he spread my ass open and dug in, driving his tongue into my hole as his beard scraped me. Charles reached down, slapped my face hard and said, “Now the other one,” as Roger kept eating my ass. After a while Charles said, “Kneel.” I then kneeled in front of him, Roger got up and went and stood beside Charles. I looked up that them, two Leather Lords and Masters towering over me, I got scared again, but tried not to show it as I waited for my next orders. I saw that Roger was dressed now like Charles. Leather vest, leather pants with no crotch, he had armbands on each arm and metal cockrings around his balls. He also had more piercings, some small rings piercing his ball sac running from the base of his dick down towards his ass. His balls were a lot bigger than Charles’, which were pretty big, and they looked black and blue. Both of them were pretty well built and I also noticed that both of them had several tatts on their arms, and chest, include a black biohazard tatt peaking out from the left side just above where their hearts were. My dick started to get hard looking at them and I wanted to please them as I looked at their horse cocks again. Both of them were fairly hard and about the same size – holy fuck they were huge and both of them were dripping – gonorrhea drip. “Dr Mike told me you tested positive for gonorrhea, but I know he has not treated you and doubt he will. You see there is nothing better than an ass that smells of infection and death and we are going to make sure you never get clean,” Charles said as he stepped closer and began rubbing his dick head over my face, spreading his gonorrhea drip on my lips, chin, nose, and cheeks. I opened my mouth to lick his dick and was stunned as he slapped me hard. “Did I fucking tell you to lick me? No, now shut that mouth, I ain’t done,” Charles said he as continued smearing my face. Charles stepped back and Roger stepped over to me and repeated the process. He had a lot more drip coming out of his dick and the smell was awful and filled my nostrils as he covered my face too. My eyes were closed when he stopped as some of his drip was now on my eyelids, so I flinched a little when I felt someone grab my face between their gloved hands and then began licking me. It was Roger, could tell from the beard, and I stayed still as Roger licked my face clean of the drip they had just covered me in. He then opened my mouth with gloved fingers and started spitting in my mouth, feeding me all the toxic drip he had just cleaned off. I swallowed hard and gagged a little and they both laughed. Roger let go of my face, stood up, and now shoved his dick into my mouth. I choked as he rammed my throat, Roger slapped my face and I choked even more. I leaned back to pull away a little but he put his hands on the back of my head and started pushing me down on his cock, hard. He was trying to fuck my face as hard as he could but there was no way I could take his dick and he was clearly frustrated. Roger pushed my head back, slapped me hard and said, “God damn little fucker!” and slapped me again. This time when he slapped me he caught more of my nose than my face and I felt some blood begin to trickle out of my nose. “Fuck Son, you are still letting your nuts rule that head of yours. Take your time, he is ours and is not going any where and he will learn – no he will be forced – to take both of us just like we want, now clean him up,” Charles growled. Roger bent down, glared at me, fuck he was pissed, grabbed my head again between his hands and started licking at the blood coming out of my nose as he applied pressure with his right thumb. He finished, stood up, and he and Charles went back by the table, both grabbed something to smoke, which I could tell by the smell was not cigarettes, and looked at me as I stayed kneeling where I was. After a few minutes Roger went and sat on the platform bed, his dick looking huge as it bounced and twitched. Charles came back to me, “Lick my balls.” I flicked my tongue out and began licking his balls. He was very hairy, and tasted of sweat and his smell was so intoxicating. Total man funk, and I loved it. Charles slapped the side of my head as he laughed, “Damn boy, you have got a lot to learn. This is not some little cone of ice cream to be lapping, these are fucking man balls. I want you to put them in your mouth, suck on them, use that tongue, tug on them with your teeth eat those fuckers.” So I did. His balls were big and I could fit one in my mouth at a time, but not two. I licked, sucked, and squeezed each one between my teeth and pulled back when I did, stretching them out and away from Charles’ dick. Charles moaned when I did that and started rubbing my head with his gloved hand. I tugged harder, and bit down more, and Charles moaned even louder, pulling away from me, stretching his balls out even further. I was afraid I was going to hurt him I guess, but the rougher I chewed, sucked, and stretched his balls the more he moaned and the harder his dick got and the more he started dripping precum onto my face. I was whimpering with pleasure and my own dick was so fucking hard I reached down and started to jack it. I got slapped hard and Charles’ ball plopped out of my mouth trailed by a mouthful of spit. “DON’T fucking touch yourself. You WILL NOT cum unless I tell you it is OK,” Charles said as he stepped away. I was wiping the spit off my face as he grabbed his smoke and went and sat down by Roger. Now it was Roger’s turn. He put his smoke down, stepped up, “You better learn to please him – and me – and do it fucking right.” So I repeated what I had done with Charles, tugging on Roger’s balls with my mouth as I slurped and ate them. Roger’s were a lot bigger than Charles’ and it took me a while to figure out how to get it in my mouth, but I did and soon had him moaning. “Pull hard – yeah bite them good, pull them asshole – HARDER!” Roger screamed at me as he got more and more worked up as I bruised his balls with my mouth. “FUCK you’re making me cum – open your mouth take my CUM!!!” he screamed. I opened wide as his hot cum shot into my mouth, and down my throat. His cum was really thick and sour, but tasted so good. I then licked his dick clean as he smiled, stepped back, slapped the side of my head lightly and said, “Whew, damn, that was good. Don’t worry, I can cum again like that in no time and plan to feed you a few loads in your ass too.” Roger grabbed his smoke and sat down on the bed beside Charles who was stroking his dick. Charles got up, made me another big drink, and handed it to me. I was still kneeling and Charles bent down and kissed me hard, tastings his Son’s load in my mouth. He then let me down the drink, took the glass and went back to smoke with Roger. After a few minutes Charles said something and Roger scrambled up, got behind me, pulled my arms behind my back and lifted me up. Charles was now standing directly over me and I trembled as he looked down at me. He did look truly evil in this light and it was hot as shit in that basement, so the sweat made him glisten. Not only that but his cock was hard and was gleaming with the gonorrhea drip and precum. He slapped my face, “What do you want?” I was surprised and just opened my mouth and nothing came out. He slapped me again, a little harder, “What do you want?” This time I said, “Please fuck me.” CHARLES SLAPPED ME HARDER “WHAT DO YOU WANT?” THIS TIME I REPLIED, “PLEASE SIR, RAPE ME WITH YOUR BIG DICK, I WANT YOUR AIDS CUM!” Charles laughed, smiled, and said to Roger, “Get him ready,” to me Charles said, “Dr Mike has taught you well.” Roger pushed me forward to the right towards the large leather swing that was hanging from the ceiling. He pushed my chest forward onto the sling and I had to step up onto the small platform under the swing to stabilize myself. Roger walked in front of me, yanked my arms forward, and put each wrist in a handcuff looped to the chains on each side. My chest and torso were on the sling as my face hung over the far edge. Roger moved the wood platform I had been standing on, so now almost all my weight was on the sling and I was barely able to balance myself on my tiptoes. The sling swayed, the chains clanged as the thick links banged together. The smell of the leather was intoxicating, and the JD made me feel dizzy and fucked up. Roger came back around the front and pulled a leather hood down over my head. I could not see, but there was a hole for my nose and mouth. “Here, sniff these, good Amsterdam shit poppers,” he said, his voice muffled a little through the hood as I felt a cold glass bottle under my nose. I took several big hits, and felt them kick in and mix with the drink. My head was throbbing and chest felt tight, when I felt a pair of gloved hands running over my ass. Charles had huge hands and I remembered from before he liked rubbing my ass. This time the rubbing did not last long as he hauled back and slapped my right ass cheek. I yelped, tried to move, but lost my footing on the wood so just swung a little Charles laughed, hauled off and slapped my left side. He then continued slapping my ass, alternating sides as I tried to shift and move to get away. The next pain was 10 times worse than the slap had been. He was now using something like a stick, which I would learn later was a leather crop. I cried out a little as Charles began striping the flesh on my ass, first one side, then the next, harder and harder. I would feel the sting first, then the pain would shoot into my flesh as the burning of each whipping took hold. I was crying out, begging him to stop, pleading, and trying to move my ass out of the line of fire. But it was futile as any movement just made me swing back and forth a little and I soon realized no matter what I did I was going nowhere. I also realized each time I tried to run Charles whipped me harder. Charles stopped, leathered hands ran over the welts forming on my ass and I felt a hand against the side of my hooded head and hot breath near my mouth as a voice said, “ I am going to rape you now – you hear me – not like before, This time there will be no piss from Dr Mike to prelube you, just what you work out of my dick so you better jiggle that ass for me and make me precum. More importantly, you will bleed because I am going to fuck to hurt and that is the best lube of all.” I started to shake and shiver from fear, the cold, the drink, not sure which, but could not stop and tried to get some leverage with my feet to move with no luck, so I started to beg as loudly as I could, which still sounded a bit far away with the hood on. “Please NO, please DON’T! Please STOP! PLEASE!!!” I did not hear a reply, but felt the poppers under my nose and Roger telling me to hit them. I breathed as deep as I could and they were too quickly taken away. I needed more, but I felt Charles’ gloved hands spread my ass wide and the PA in the head of his horse dick push against my asshole. Even though I had taken a lot of dick the past several months, I had not been fucked in a few days and was naturally tight, so there was no way in hell his dick was going in me. Charles worked a bare finger in past his dick head and started clawing at my guts, then two, round and round inside my ass. I started feeling warm and knew he had made me bleed and soon felt him push his dick head a little in my hole, working it around. He pushed side to side and kept up constant pressure on my hole. I breathed a sigh of relief as this was not as bad as I feared, but when I did my hole must have relaxed a little as Charles was now lodged in my outer ring and my ass was stretched to the limit. I screamed a little from the shock and surprise as he grabbed my hips and pulled me back towards him. Again my feet lost all footing and I was hanging in mid-air as he pulled me onto his dick. The mix of blood, precum, and gonorrhea drip was doing its job and lubing his horse dick up. Charles continued to pull my ass open as he shoved into me, and I continued to yell and scream and buck and try to get away, rattling the chains with every movement to escape. Charles then seemed to push me away and I realized he was using the leverage and motion of the sling to dig deeper. When the sling came back, so did my open hole and his dick tore my ass. He was ripping me raw with his AIDs filled dick and the pain was unbelievable I now felt a hand on my face and the muffled voice of Roger who said, “Fuck boy, he has you all bloody all ready and he ain’t even started yet. Let me hear you scream for him to stop, come on now.” I obliged, or tried to, as when I went to plead again this time Charles’ dick slammed balls deep and I was ripped in half. The scream caught in my throat, the blood running out of my ass, and the heat and pain radiating from my hole was beyond anything I had experienced before. His thrusts were still small, but so painful, and every inch of that horse dick was like being cut with a knife. As happened the first time he rape fucked me, I think I passed out a little off and on from the pain as my mind was overwhelmed and my body was shocked beyond what I could handle. I was totally at his mercy. Charles was balls deep and paused, he then slapped my ass again hard a few times renewing the pain from the whipping, my ass reflexed, clinched, then let go and as it did he started slam fucking me. I was crying, screaming, and begging him to stop now. I could not take it anymore. It hurt so fucking bad! There was no joy in this, fuck Dr Mike! What was he thinking! I tried to struggle against the chains, but Charles just fucked harder as I did and I just felt like a side of beef in the slaughterhouse hanging off the meat hooks. Roger was back at my face, hand on the side of my head as he said, “Fuck yeah! You should see this shit! Of wow – he fucked you up! Damn! He’s gonna fucking cum in you – you are so getting his AIDs from this!” Roger had apparently kneeled down in front of me as he started to kiss me hard, muffling my screams with his mouth as he held my head and tongue fucked me as Charles fucked my ass. Charles was now pulling me with all his might back onto his dick and then pushing me away and pulling me back. His balls were slapping my ass and his dick was shredding my insides with every thrust. I was taking him all – his entire fucking horse dick – over 11 inches of ass destroyer, but at the time I could only see the white hot pain. My dick was not even hard as the pain wiped everything from view. Charles then stopped, the chains shuddered, and so did Charles. I COULD FEEL HIS DICK QUIVER, PULSE, AND UNLOAD IN ME AS HE SWELLED AND SHOT HIS AIDS CUM INTO MY BLOODY ASS. It seemed like a few minutes as Charles’ dick continued to quiver, flex, and fill my guts as he slowly continued working his shaft in my torn ass to ensure his toxic load coated my entire guts. Roger continued kissing me, forcing his spit into my mouth as he did, gnawing at my lips, scraping me with his beard. I could barely breathe, only whimper, and could not grasp what had just happened. Slowly Charles backed out of my ass and when he finally came free I could feel all the fuck juice begin running out of my hole, down my legs, and onto the floor. The pain was even worse in some ways without him in me and my ass felt abandoned. Hard to describe, as much as I wanted him to stop, I now wanted him back inside of me and whimpered even more. Roger stopped kissing me and I was left hanging there, finally able to try to relax. My reprieve was short lived as I soon felt gloved hands on my ass again, slowly running over the now fully-formed welts that covered each cheek. Slowly the hands worked back and forth and then SLAM! They started slapping my ass hard again. I yelled in surprise and pain and heard muffled laughter. SLAM! SLAM!! SLAM!!!! Back and forth, the leather stinging my already tender flesh. The gloved hands then spread my ass and I felt Roger’s bearded face push between my cheeks and nip and tongue at my shredded hole. I begged, “Please, oh fuck please don’t! I can’t really I can’t, please let me just get up a minute.” Roger laughed, I heard him say, “Now you will pay,” as his slammed his horse dick up my already torn ass. Charles had left me gaping and wounded and Roger’s dick went balls deep on the first thrust. I saw white hot pain and think I passed out a little again. I started to scream and beg, but my pleas fell on deaf ears as Roger took his turn raping me with his gonorrhea dick. Once he found his rhythm he started slapping my ass too so a new level of pain was added to the fuck. After a bit of that he leaned forward, grabbing me just above my hips and squeezed hard as he slam fucked my ass. I was crying again and it seemed like he fucked forever and never slowed down as he pummeled me, digging into my sides harder with his fingers as his dick dug as deep as he could into my guts. Finally, blessedly, Roger came and unloaded another load in me, this time in my ass, but no slow pull out for him, he just yanked his dick out, taking half my guts with him when he did. More wetness ran down my legs and I could hear Charles and Roger saying something to each other, but could not make it out. I lay in the sling for a long time, was able to stop crying, and slowly realized I had other sensations besides pain. 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I want to create a slideshow and add a text on it, including bb, std's, fisting, foot fucking, leather, piss, scat, and any other sick fantasy that comes to mind. The text is going to be similar to a perverted master's speech. Can someone write a text for me? This video is going to be the total brainwash.
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Now you usually associate leather gear with older daddy types... But this guy is a hot fucker. Think he pulls off the leather twink/cub look quite well Anyone agree with me?
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So I was horny the other day and started searching for some porn to jack off to... I googled 'amateur gay sling fuck' and got some good results. Watched a few videos, shot my load... job done! Afterwards I started thinking about how I really get turned on by being in a sling/watching guys getting fucked in a sling etc... What is it about slings and why do they turns me on so much? Then I remembered that when I was about 19/20yrs, I visited San Francisco and hooked up with a hot older leather muscle daddy who had a full playroom. He fucked me for hours in his sling. It was one of the hottest fucks I've ever had. I believe that was the first time I had ever been in a sling too. I'm starting to think that that is the foundation of the fetish. Does anyone have a similar experience? Anything happened in the past that has influenced a fetish?
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I've visited before... but I wonder what the scene is like down there from locals? Looking at Tampa and FTL areas primarily
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Gay men are lucky. When all you want is some good, hot sex, forget playing message tag on all those hook-up apps. If you go straight to a sex club, you get to check out the merchandise, for real, and pick out whatever you want. Plus, if you decide that one guy isn’t as good as he looked, you’re free to end it, and make another selection. As for the cost, all you have to shell out money for is the price of admission, and one or two bottles of water. Then, it’s an all-you-can-eat buffet, of cocks and asses, from the time you get there until they close the place, around 4 in the morning. I tend to be way too shy, and way too particular about who I have sex with, so, before I leave the house, I make sure I load up on some artificial courage, namely, Tina. That way, the shyness, and nervousness, and inhibitions roll right off me, and, instead of hanging back, watching other guys having a hot time, I magically become one of those guys. After I get cleaned up and cleaned out, I load the glass pipe, and stand in front of the bathroom mirror, watching myself blow clouds. I don’t know why that’s a turn on, but it is. I love watching other guys hit the pipe, and I love watching myself do it. The whole process gets me worked up, and gives me an instant hard on. I’m serious. It’s hot just looking at the little baggie because I know how good I”m going to be feeling, just 2 or 3 minutes from now. Although I love to watch myself (or anybody else) blow out a huge white cloud, when I’m preparing to go to a sex club, I’m a lot more concerned about getting seriously fucked up, without burning through a large portion of my stash. That involves sucking a big cloud into my lungs, then blowing it into a condom, then sucking that same cloud back into my lungs, again and again, maybe 15 or 20 times. Then, I repeat the whole condom exercise, 4 or 5 more times. The end result is that I’ve taken somewhere between 60 and 100 hits, instead of just a few. Now that my heart is racing, and I’m feeling like I can take on the fuckin’ world, it’s time to get dressed and hit the road. My go-to gear is a jock strap (any color but red, since I haven’t been trained for that, yet), black leather bare assed chaps, vest, biker cap and my motorcycle jacket.
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Hey guys, I am planning a short notice trip to Seattle Dec. 19-22. Just trying to get an idea of where to stay/who is in the area that would be up for some fun. I'm looking to stay near a nice active, sleazy area and I really don't know the city too well. Any suggestions?
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Recently relocated here to Tampa (out by Tampa Palms) and looking to meet folks to hang out with, friends with benefits, or party and play action. Very experienced bottom (as my screen name implies) ... into jockstraps, athletic gear / leather, role play, ws, bondage, ff, and rougher play. Also enjoy massage / body contact and kissing is like viagra for me! My interests outside of the bedroom include movie watching and theme parks. Kind of geeky when it comes to my public side but have that wild streak in the bedroom. (It's always the quiet ones! lol) Hit me up if you'd like to connect!
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Here I go again - - - BF and I had checked into the baths on Friday night - planning to take Monday-Wednesday off for "recuperation." It must have been early Sunday morning (around 4 am) when I was coming back from the showers after cleaning off a layer of Crisco, J-lube and God knows who's bodily fluids. I had slowed down my intake of favors, partly in preparation for going home, and partly because we were running low. I had also taken a half of a Viagra, just to see if I could have any success at getting my dick hard. The warm shower, combined with the effects of T, an earlier X and the V, had given me a warm, tingle - and my shrunken cock was at least starting to show some life. Pete (my BF) was in the downstairs hot tub, cruising a well-hung black guy, so I decided I'd just chill in our room and watch some of the BB dvds we'd brought along with our portable dvd player. I popped in HDK's Dungeon Fuck Party, lit a cigarette and propped myself up on one of the practically flat pillows for some good old JO action. Every once in awhile, a stray body would pass by the door - sometimes looking in, but usually just hurrying by on their way to the parTy in their room. The movie was pretty good, and I started getting into all the hot leather daddies fucking each other in the dim dungeon. Getting into the spirit, I put on my leather armbands and leather vest. And added a leather cock-and-ball stretcher to the chrome donut cockring I was already wearing. Damn! My cock was starting to stiffen on its own! Another cigarette and some lube, and I was strokin' a nice hard cock! The "0" gauge PA glistened in the mirrored wall and ceiling, and I instinctively reached for the glass pipe and torch. "Fuck," I thought, as I sucked the thick white cloud into my lungs. I held the smoke in as long as I could - then slowly released it through my nose. "Hell, yeah!" I whispered to myself. Whatever combination of chemicals were in my body had hit the perfect equilibrium - - - I was high, horny, hard and ready to play! My free hand alternated between my sloppy, gaping hole and my fat, throbbing dick. Just as I was about to zone out into one of those chemfuck fantasies, I saw a body standing in the doorway. (Well, more like weaving back and forth.) I forced myself to focus on the image, and made out what appeared to be a well-built Asian man in his forties. He was clearly spun, and just a little out of control, wearing a red swimmer's jock and a leather armband around his right bicep. Holding onto the door frame to steady himself, he leaned in far enough to see the TV screen. "Fuck, yeah, man!" he managed to get out. "I need to get fucked - - - bad!" I scooted toward the edge of the mattress and stood up. He was a little startled - clearly not having seen me on the bed. "Whoa - - - dude - - - you're hot!" he stared, placing a hand on my chest. "And you're fucked up," I grinned back, reaching out to steady him. His hand slid down my abs 'til he reached my cock - - - which he encircled at the base with his fingers and tugged. "Fuck!" he said, staring down at my meat, as if it and I were not connected. The chems were definitely making him VERY familiar with me - - - and I was enjoying the hell out of the attention! (Nuthin' like a total stranger's hand on your dickmeat!) Beads of sweat ran down his muscled chest, obviously burning up from the amount of meth in his system. "Want some water?" I asked, reaching down and grabbing a plastic water bottle. "Cool - thanks man!" he paused, unscrewing the cap and and downing about half of it. He put the cap back on and tossed it on the bed, refocusing on exploring my body. He fixated on the shiny PA, rolling it back and forth through my piss slit. "You fuck with that?" he said, still mesmerized by my cock. "When I'm hard, I do," I said in a low growl - switching gears into my "top" mindset. "I want it man," he said, finally raising his eyes to mine. "I want your cock in me!" He climbed on the bed doggy-style, and reached back to pull his muscled cheeks apart. In the flickering light from the TV, I could see a partially-open hole that was pulsating in and out. Knowing that "I need to be fucked" mindset myself, I kneeled down behind him, scooped a couple fingers of Crisco/J-lube out of the can on the bed and started working his hole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk mannnnnnnnn!!!!!" he moaned, gyrating his ass like a cockwhore. I could tell I didn't need to be gentle with this one, and I turned up the heat with a third finger and a rough, twisting motion to make his ass gape even more! When he got a little too wild on the bed, I used my free hand to deliver a few sharp slaps to his asscheeks. "Oh fuck! Thank you, sir! Whatever you want, sir!" he immediately complied. "Fuck yeah, boy!" I responded. "You gonna let me use that fuckin' hole?" I added. "YES SIR!" he barked. I grabbed the squirt bottle of J-lube, and pressed the open tip into his gaping hole, squeezing the bottle to inject a healthy amount of the warm, gelatinous lube. "Oh fuck! Thank you, sir!" he replied. As high as he was, he was definitely into 'the scene' and knew the drill well - - - (one thing I like about playing with more mature guys...). I grabbed my Kris Lord dildo and slid it up and down the slimy crack of his ass, getting it good and covered with lube (not to mention the white ring of Crisco behind the flared head from when it had been up my ass earlier!). "Ya want your ass filled, boy?" I asked, more out of warning than negotiation. "Yes, sir! Please, sir!" he begged, assuming a totally submissive position on the black rubber sheet. I positioned the wide head of the dildo against his flared rosebud and began to apply pressure. He grunted, trying to push his ass open, and I continued to push with one hand, while massaging his ass muscle with my free fingers. "Uunnnnghhhhh!" he moaned as the head popped in. I kept the pressure constant, and twisted the rubber cock slightly to get him used to it. He grabbed a stray bottle of poppers rolling around on the bed and inhaled deeply. When he was done, and the cap was screwed on, I added some more pressure (along with a twist) and the thick log started sliding in. "Aawwwwwwwwwwwgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! he moaned in ecstasy, as his hole was filled with the obscenely thick cock. "That's it boy! Take that big fuckin' dick!" I growled, seating the heavy mass of rubber deeply into his ass, grinding the textured balls so he would know it was in all the way. "Oh my fucking God, man!!!" he panted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!" Gobs of lube oozed out of his hole and dripped in long, sticky ropes onto the black rubber sheet. When I was sure that he'd gotten the full effect of the massive cock, I took my hand off the base. Amazingly, it stayed seated firmly in his muscle hole! I scooped a handful of excess lube off the sheets, and began massaging it around the juncture of the dildo and his ass ring. "Mmmmmm," he purred in thanks. Little by little, the pornstar cock eased its way out, showing the tightly stretched sphincter gripping the veiny cock. This guy had excellent muscle control, as he slowly released the big dong. His hole must have been on fire, because the big piece of rubber had the heat of a human cock as it slid out. When it was all the way out, I grabbed the bottle of warm J-lube and squirted a liberal amount back into his gaping hole. "Ohhhh yessss! Thank you, SIR!!!!" he managed to say. I dipped the four fingers of my left hand easily into the warm cave of his ass. "Oohhhhhhh!" he moaned, lowering his upper body and forcing his ass up. My hand rotated easily in the sloppy goo of lube and ass juice and leftover cum. "Like that, pig?" I asked, widening my palm to stretch him out further. "Yessir!" he panted. "Nice fuckhole you got there, pig!" I said. "Thankyousir," he whispered. I reached my right hand underneath him, and pulled his cock out of the red jock pouch. He was wearing a chrome cockring and rubber ballstretcher, giving some bulk to his package - which he clearly needed, as Tina had taken any chance of an erection away! But the distraction worked, because as I encircled his shriveled cock and balls with my thumb and index finger and tugged, I folded the thumb of my left hand in toward my palm and slid my fist in his fuck tunnel! "Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck!!! he panted like a bitch in childbirth. "That's it, pig. Take my fuckin' fist! Fuckin'tinawhoreyouknowyoubeenwantin'togetfistfuckedallnightlonggetyourfuckin'tweakedholestretchedwidebyabigleatherstud-fuckin'pig,yeah!!!!!!!" I chanted in a neverending stream of twisted, chemmed-up sex talk. "Uh-huh," he whimpered, completely giving his ass over to me. The sight of my hairy forearm planted deep in his hole, and the constant ooze of lube drooling on the rubber sheet, made my cock fill with blood. I scooped some of the jelly-like lube up from the sheet and smeared it on my pulsing dick. The flickering light from the fuck video shown on my glistening tool and made it look even bigger and harder! The Asian's ass was making some nasty sucking sounds, as my fist twisted in and out, widening the gaping hole. "Ya want some cock, pig?" I asked, vibrating my fist in his hole. "YES SIR! PLEASE SIR! I need your cock in me!" he pleaded. Not wanting to risk losing my hard-on, I roughly pulled my closed fist out of his ass, and lined my deathstick up to his open gape. The PA entered easily, so I leaned forward and slammed my cock all the way to the balls in one stroke. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled, pushing his ass back and grinding against my clipped pubes. "Fuck me Daddy! Breed by fuckin' hole!" he begged. I placed my left hand on his waist and my right on his shoulder for leverage, and then began drilling his hole real good! Damn! His hole was burning hot! Part from the abuse of the fisting - - - and part from whatever drugs he was taking. "Ya got a hot fuckhole, boy! Makin' Daddy's cock feel real good, pig!" I praised him. "Uh-huh," he panted, obviously enjoying my fat cock and the "00" gauge PA bangin' his prostate. I fucked the pig for a good 15-20 minutes, enjoying the feel of being inside another man - the power of my cock to deliver pain and pleasure - the seedy nature of breeding a total stranger in cheap plywood cubicle in the middle of dozens of other rooms full of men fucking other men! We were both dripping in sweat from the exertion of fucking and the multiple chems in our veins. "Lookit that, pig," I said, briefly stopping my pounding. He raised his head, and looked into the wall-sized mirror where I was pointing. "Fuckin' hot, man! Two pigs goin' at it. Ya look fuckin' good with my cock in your hole," I rattled. He made movements like one of those cartoon characters, trying to determine if what he was seeing was another person, or his own reflection. "Fuck!" he finally said in realization that he was looking at himself. "That is so fuckin' hot!" he said, flexing his muscles and wiggling his ass as if there was a camera taking our picture. I pulled all the way out, letting him see the size of my cock and the shiny steel ring piercing the cockhead. "Suck it, pig!" I ordered. He quickly changed position and took me down his throat. "Yeah! Taste your fuckin' nasty hole on my cock!" I growled. "Mmmmm-hmmmmmm!" he moaned, wrapping his tongue this way and that around the veiny shaft. "Lookit yourself, pig!" I said, grabbing his head and positioning him so he could see us in the mirror. Fuck, yeah! Lookit that fuckin' cocksucker cleanin' off his Daddy's cock." "Mmm-hmm, mumph, umph, mmmmmmmm! he moaned, drooling a steady stream of saliva onto the rubber sheet. In the bright flicker of light from the TV, I noticed something sticking out of the waistband of his jock. I reached back and pulled out a small baggie - full of T! "Hmmmmmmm!" I said, shaking the baggie in front of his eyes. "What the fuck do we have here?" He stopped sucking - but didn't take his mouth off my cock. "I said - what the fuck is this - - - PIG!" shaking the baggie again. He slowly pulled off my cock, sat back on his heels, and stared at me like a kid who'd been caught smoking. "Looks to me like we got ourselves a fuckin' methpig!" I said slowly and clearly. "That why you're so hungry to get fucked, pig?" I asked. He nodded, passively, looking like he was afraid I was going to turn him in to the cops. "How 'bout we try this shit out an' see if it's any good?" I teased, prying the end of the baggie open. Still silent, he nodded his head in agreement. I pulled out a good-sized shard and held it up so he could see it in the light from the TV. "Show me your ass, pig!" I barked. He laid on his back and pulled his legs up toward his head - nicely exposing his wrecked hole. "You like Tina in your hole, pig? " I asked. "Uh-huh," he nodded eagerly. "Push it out! Show me you fuckin' want it!" I teased again. His dark, wrinkled assring pulsed open and closed like an undersea creature. "So, tell me how much of a crystal meth whore you are, pig?" I asked, holding the shard up on my index finger. (I think he was afraid it was going to fall and get lost in the mess of bodily fluids on the bed, but it was securely stuck to my finger with dried J-lube.) "I'm a fucking crystal pig, SIR!" he answered, hoping it was the right answer. "Yeah?" I countered. "Not very convincing," I added. "Tell me what this shit does to you," I pressed. "Makes me fucking horny, SIR! Makes me wanna get fucked! Makes my ass hungry! Makes me hungry for big cock, SIR!" he rattled on, hoping that one was the right answer. "That's better," I said encouragingly. "And if I slide this rock up your ass, are you gonna be my fuckin' pigslave?" "Uh-huh!" he nodded. "You gonna do whatever I tell you?" I pushed. Uh-huh!" he nodded again. "Uh-huh, WHAT? PIG!" I yelled. "Uh - - - YES SIR!" he caught on. I inserted two fingers from my left hand into his anus and spread them apart to open his hole. Then, carefully, I slid my right index finger with the shard into the puckered, beat-up manhole. I could tell when he felt the burn - his body relaxed as he accepted the much-needed drug into his system. "That's a good boy!" I praised him. "We're gonna keep you so fucked up and so horny and so full o' cock - - -" I pulled my finger out - covered in his ass slime - and shoved it in my mouth - sucking the ass juice and lube and leftover "T" under my tongue! I stood up and removed my leather vest, and replaced it with a heavy leather harness. The pig was sliding around in the pool of lube, trying to find something to shove in his ass. "Stay there, pig!" I ordered. "Lay on your back and spread your hole!" He did as he was told, pulling his asslips apart and pushing out a substantial rosebud. I walked over to the door and opened it slowly, peering out into the cool air of the hallway. There were the usuals, walking by, looking for cock to suck or typical vanilla sex. A youngish couple headed down the hallway in their skimpy, raggedy towels, slung low on their hips. They gave me the once-over, checking out my leathers and exposed cock. "Hey guys. How's it goin'?" I asked. "Better, now!" the buffer one grinned, lightly rubbing his hand against my greasy cock. His boyfriend seemed a little annoyed. "Gotta whore in here that needs fucked," I stated, opening the door wide so they could see the pig on the bed. The smaller one peeked in, and immediately backed out, as if he was afraid of being trapped inside. His bigger boyfriend stepped all the way in for a good look. In the reflection of the mirror, I saw him reach under his towel and tug on his cock. "Jesus, Trent - - - come on!" the smaller one whined, grabbing his friend by the arm. Reluctantly, "Trent" backed out of the room and followed his friend down the hallway - the two obviously getting into a little lover's quarrel as they walked away. I could almost bet on seeing Trent a little later... No more action in the hall, so I decided I'd better go on the hunt. "Over here, pig!" I barked. The pig crawled over to the edge of the bed. I dug through the army duffle bag until I found a slave collar and leash. Fastened the collar around the pig's neck and snapped on the leash. "Stand up, pig!" I ordered. He obediently put his feet on the floor and stood at attention with his head down. I grabbed the glass pipe and held the torch under the bowl until the pipe filled with thick, white smoke - then inhaled deeply into my lungs. With my free hand, I pushed the pig's face toward mine, sealed my lips over his and shotgunned the hit into his lungs. Repeated the process twice more - and we were ready to hot the halls! We covered the third floor quickly - no action there. Then headed up a flight of stairs to the rooftop deck. There were a few guys hanging out in the hot tub, but no serious action. I tugged on the leash, and led the pig back down to the third floor. As we were getting ready to go down another flight of stairs, I heard the shower start up. We walked down the hall to the small bathroom with a single shower stall. The curtain was partially drawn, but I wanted to check it out. "Get down on your knees, pig! I need to piss!" I said in a voice loud enough to be heard in the shower. The pig eagerly positioned himself in front of the urinal, knowing that he was going to get more chems in my piss. I spread his mouth open with my right hand and aimed my cock with my left. The sound of the running water encouraged my flow, and soon the pig was gulping down a hefty load of T-laced urine. I looked to my right, and saw that the guy in the shower had pushed back the curtain, and was stroking a beautiful uncut cock! "Need to piss?" I asked. "He's real thirsty."
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Masculine, uninhibited sub pigslut with an insatiable ass and into most scenes, especially kink, raunch, sleaze and taboo, looking for long fuelled sweaty NSA play sessions with likeminded, 1on1 gang or group. Anonymous, random, outdoors, private & public venues. Raw, wet and balls deep, use me, breed me, seed me or pimp me, can worship for days at a time especially like 'em BIG to MONSTER -
Looking to take all loads 09-14 September. Will be at biohazard party, Mutchmanns(basement), Shueune (Sunday naked party) and New Action. Want to leave Berlin more sloppy, more piggy, and fully loaded with your seed
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Hello pigs of London! I'll be visiting London for my first time July 15-20 during the Recon Fetish Week London. I figured a city full of horny, piggy men would be the perfect time for a fist visit. I'm traveling solo and on the look out for making some new connections and having sweaty, piggy fun with some of the locals for visitors. I'll be in a hotel near Leicester Square. Preference for friendly, hairy, piggy men. Me: 46 yrs old, 178cm tall and 84kg. I'll have some leather with me and it would be great to swap cum with all of you but in the downtime between piggy sexual encounters, meeting for a drink at the bars would be great too. Swapping loads, my tongue in a sweaty armpit, leather, poppers, 1-1, groups, fucking cum loaded/leaking holes....all a good time! If any of that sounds interesting to you, send me a message! -
Another Real Experience (X 2!) - The Porn Star And The Trucker
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Another Real Experience (x 2!) - the Porn Star and the Trucker I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid this evening and it brought back two very hot (and very different) experiences. The vid was 1986′s “Oversized Load” about the sexual exploits of some young truckers - and it brought back BOTH the many times I played with one of its’ stars, Scott O’Hara, AND the first time I partied with a trucker in his rig. For those who never saw any of Scott O’Hara’s movies (”Hung and Horny”, “Stick Shift”, “The Other Side of Aspen 2″ and especially “Head Over Heels”) he was a blond cross between an All American Boy type and a Midwestern Farm Boy in looks during the height of his career, was given the label “Biggest Dick in San Francisco” for his very large (and gorgeous) endowment, and his ability to blow himself… which he did frequently in films. He was born a year before me in 1961 and died from AIDS related complications in 1998. I knew him in the 1990s when no studio would hire him anymore because of his status, and he had reinvented himself as an author, publisher and activist - he was also by this time sporting a skin-head ACTUP queer look and was the first person I knew to have any tatoo related to his illness applied to his body. I even wound up writing a number of articles for his magazine “STEAM” which was an unapologetic paen to cruising, recreational and anonymous sex at a time when saying such things aloud invited VERY public scorn and condemnation. I was introduced to him by the photographer I was frequently doing nude shoots for (see the black & whites I posted of myself some months back). Though now in my thirties, I still sported a short blond somewhat military cut (suitable for playing parts like Lt. Cable in “South Pacific”) and just like it used to happen to the hot stud I was about to meet, my clean cut look made many of the pigs “in the scene” underestimate my kink/pig side. Hell, I’d been going to NYC’s leather bars since I was 18! But if you didn’t know me… Anyway, sure enough, the first of the photographer’s parties he invited me to I met with that reaction until the guests learned better… including Mr. O”Hara. I had to go over some details for an upcoming shoot with the host that slowed down my stripping compared to the other guys - there was now a room full of (remember the time period, mid-90s) lean, vascular, shaved guys with either buzz cuts or shaved head and lots of piercings, while a guy (me) who looked like an Army Captain or Police Sergeant was still mostly dressed. I thought the guy who was introduced to me as “Scott” was the hottest of a room full of hotness, and then he turned and I saw the “HIV+” tattoo and growled “fuck yeah”… Scott turned to me with a look of surprise and a smile and said “Man, lookin’ at you I would have expected you to zip up and head out the door, not have THAT reaction!’ I responded that I was full of surprises as my clothes came off revealing my full leather harness, metal cockrings and chrome and leather arm bands. “Told you guys he’d more than fit in,” I heard my host and photographer say. As things were getting comfortable and we were progressing to the sex, Scott stayed by me surreptiously doing some lines and giving me some - probably about ¾ of the guys were doing enhancements, but not everyone was down with it, so the rule was keep it low-key. Considering the way I was reacting, it was probably NOT the coke I thought it was at first (tina was not all that regular at that time - I’d first had it with that pilot back in the 80s - “Karmic Chemfuck” - and only one other time up until this point). There was also a bit of K around and good poppers and Max Impact. Scott was really curious why I wasn’t scared of his tatoo… and I quietly told him I tested positive back in early 1985, and I kept it very quiet for my performing career’s sake - he sure related to that! At that point, even my host didn’t know I was poz - just my partner (who, now after 26 years together is STILL negative) and my doctor. Scott was very turned and and sticking another line of K my way, he looked me in the eye and said “Fuck yes. So you and I can bareback each other tonight - its the only way a man should fuck or be fucked!” Whoa! Bareback… now when sex started for me, everything was bareback (the term itself didn’t even exist) but in order to keep up my slut lifestyle in the 90s, a condom was mandatory and though I hated them I was good at using them as a top… as a bottom they really slowed me down as I always get an allergic reaction to condom style latex. I had thought I’d never feel that ecstasy again, but this absolute satyr of a man caught me at just the right level of “enhancement” that reservations I would normally have had were tempered by his very logical argument and his very hot cock and attitude and his very good party favors. We agreed. The lights in the photography studio went to psychedelic, trance music played and the group went at it. My tongue found other tongues, hot cocks - many with PA’s and some of the hottest manholes I’d encountered with my mouth in a while. There were about 8 of us in total (small compared to some groups) but all hot and all piggy. While we both played with every other guy there, Scott and I also spent a bit of extra time with each other - we dove into an anal 69 seemingly trying to get our whole heads up each others hot chute. We pulled off into a hot kiss and I felt him press something up into my hole - it burned a bit as he put something in my hand and said “here, do me”. I pressed the rock salt like stuff into his hole and we stopped to do another line of it and a hit of poppers and he rolled back onto a waist height wooden block and whispered “slide that poison stick in the poison hole”. It was so wrong, but so right. My cock slipped in easily and I was ballistic with pleasure. As I fucked him and rolled him further onto the block, he smirked at me and took his own cockhead into his mouth, lewdly tonguing it. THAT’s when it finally hit me. I subtly hissed down to him “holy fucking shit - SCOTT is it? You’re Scott O’Hara, I fucking love your movies.” He seemed really pleased at that and after a few more minutes of me pounding his manhole, he called out “switch!”. A quick couple of glugs of fluids, and another something pressed into my butt, making it SCREAM to be filled, and he pushed me back into the position he’d just been in. He gave me a shot of poppers, sprayed some Maximum Impact on someone’s jock that was lying around, shoved it in my mouth and said “here it comes.” JEEEZUS! The first raw cock in my hole in over six years, and it’s that gorgeous giant! It hurt a bit ‘till I stretched around it, but I was so excited and so tweaked, and so relieved to not have latex fucking me that it soon settled in and felt friggin’ amazing. Our host, who knew my play style well glanced over and remarked “I never thought you’d take that monster that easily, if at all!” and then squinting to look closer, realized there was no condom. His eyebrows shot up, but before he could say anything else, he was distracted by a SECOND latex sheathed cock sliding up next to the first in his own hole, and his attention was drawn elsewhere. There were more fucks with the other guys for each of us, both as tops and bottoms (and one other guy who had noticed us also barebacked each of us and let us bareback him). There was also lots more hole-play, some fisting and w/s, a bit of b/d here and there and toy play, and always, lots of rimming of really hot holes. Scott and I had to keep our holes to just us and the one other guy at the end as we’d each blown off up each others fuck chute. I had gone home with a load in my hole and that much joy in years - and oddly, though I played enough times after with my photographer it wasn’t until almost 18 years later that we finally barebacked each other! After that I played with Scott a number of times - a few group scenes, but mostly either as a three-way with our photographer bud (still using condoms on him) or one on one, where he’d get me high and we’d get wonderfully nasty. He hired me to write a number of columns for his “Steam” Magazine between a few more wild fucks. After that night, when I was playing “extracurricularly” I more and more sought out other poz for BB and less and played with those requiring a condom… I’d regained so much physical joy, and if I wasn’t hurting myself or someone else, then there was finally SOME kind of silver lining for this stupid disease (that I’ve now been dealing with for 30 YEARS). Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about the first time I partied with a trucker in his cab! For more about Scott O’Hara: http://likeahornyboy.blogspot.com/2012/06/scott-o-hara-is-too-big.html?zx=5fbde5ac859bcb2- 12 comments
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At the baths a couple weeks ago - doin' my regular party, leather, whore thing. I guess it was around 3 am on Saturday morning when I saw these two leather guys in one of the double rooms. The 'boy' was probably around 30, built, pierced nipples, leather harness and chaps. His 'Daddy' was closer to my age (mid 50s) good shape, but thinner, also in a leather harness and chaps. They were kicked back on the bed smoking cigarettes - looked like they were takin' a break. We all nodded at each other, and then I moved on down the hallway toward my room. Fuck! I couldn't decide if I wanted to fuck the boy, or get fucked by his Daddy - and that was assuming they wanted a third party.... I shut the door to my room, grabbed my glass pipe and started warming the bowl with my torch. There was still plenty of T left in the bottom - and in less than a minute I was inhaling a thick column of white smoke deep into my lungs. I lay back and fingered my warm hole while the drug leached into my bloodstream - a combination of cum and lube oozing out onto the black rubber sheet I'd brought with me. My cock wasn't totally ruined by Tina, but it sure wasn't rock hard either. I sat up and fished through my duffle bag until I found the brown pill bottle that held an assortment of favors - X, V, K and more T. I shook a half of a 'little blue pill' out and washed it down with some water. Now I needed to wait about 30 minutes. I took off the two cheap rubber cockrings that I was wearing to make sure my cock had plenty of blood flow, but left the heavy chrome donut ring in place. Even soft, I had to admire the thickness of my pierced cock. It had made many men happy over the years. And even though I consider myself more of a bottom, I still like seeing my meat disappear into a hot man's fuckhole! I laid back with a cigarette and watched Corey Jay fuck himself with a huge dildo on the tiny TV in the room. It was some sort of jail/cop scene, and he was showing the rest of the prisoners how to take cock. Fuck, he's hot! Wish I'd brought my portable DVD player and some BB movies. Nuthin' gets me hornier than seein' big, gapin' muscleholes drippin' cum, or takin' a leatherman's fist. The Viagra was startin' to kick in - my cock was fillin' out with no effort on my part! I smeared some grease on my balls and cinched a leather ballstretcher tightly around them. Pulled my leather harness over my head and snapped on some wide leather armbands above my biceps. Damn! Seeing my reflection in the mirror, I looked pretty fuckin' hot! "Fuck yeah!" I said quietly, boosting my confidence before going on the prowl. It was late, and I was on the 3rd floor, so I didn't worry about walkin' around without a towel or jock. Hell, I wanted everyone to get a good look at my swollen meat. With the cockring, ballstretcher and "00" gauge PA, it was one mean lookin' fucktool. And the Viagra gave it a mind of its own! One last look in the mirror, and I headed out into the hallway. I passed a coupla young twinks who gave me the onceover and giggled nervously as they ran on past. I stuck my head in a few open doorways where a muscled ass would raise off the bed begging to be bred. One room had a guy leaning back against one of the black-painted plywood walls while a hungry cocksucker on his knees slobbered all over his hard cock. I nodded my approval to the top, and he grinned back, sharing the brotherhood of power that a man's pulsing cock holds over a hungry pig. I was almost to the end of the hallway where my boy/Daddy duo had the corner room. The door was still open, and a couple of guys in towels were standing just outside checking out the occupants. They weren't bad looking, but it didn't look like they were into the leather scene (though looks are often deceiving...). My cock twitched at the thought of the 'boy's' rounded ass, framed by his black leather chaps. Being taller than the two guys at the door, I was able to look over their heads into the room. Daddy and boy were still propped on the bed, occasionally taking a drag off their cigarettes. The fluctuating light from the X-rated video gave a kind of strobe effect on their bodies, allowing only bits and pieces to be seen at any one time. They were both slowly stroking their cocks - not really jacking off - just keeping them semihard and showing them off. Daddy was closest to the door, but I think boy noticed me first. He leaned over to Daddy and whispered something in his ear. Daddy slowly nodded and whispered something back. Daddy got up and walked over to the door, reached between the two gawkers, and pulled me by my harness into the room! boy scooted over on the bed, making room for me, while Daddy shut the door and dug through one of their bags on the floor. I was quickly pushed down on the bed and boy swallowed my Viagra-stiff cock in his warm mouth. We were in a 69 position with my boots on the floor and boy's thick cock dangling in my face. I wrapped my hands around his muscular, leather-wrapped thighs, and took his cock in my mouth. In the near-darkness, I could hear Daddy moving around the small room, occasionally growling words of encouragement as he watched his boy service my cock. "That's it boy - suck that big cock. Show 'im what a whore you are. Fuckin' leatherpigwhore! Yeah...that's it! Get it good an' wet... polish that ring, boy...damn he's got a big dick!" I felt Daddy's hand wrap around my leather-wrapped nutsack and give it a slow tug. "Mmmmmmmm," I moaned, not able to say anything with cock stuffed in my mouth. The tension from his hand and boy's sucking made my cock throb to full hardness. My hands wandered from boy's thighs inward to the crack of his musclebutt. He adjusted his legs a little, giving be better access to his butt, and my right index finger found his lubed hole! Just as my finger slid in the boy's hole, Daddy slid his finger in mine. I faked a flinch and a moan of pain, trying to give the effect that I didn't get fucked - much. The more I worked the boy's hole, the more Daddy worked mine. He pulled out for a few seconds, and when he slid his finger back in, I felt that familiar burn! "Oww!" I said, tightening my greasy hole. "Oh, sorry," Daddy said calmly. "I didn't mean to hurt you." The burn spread throughout my hole, turning into a throbbing warmth. I had just been stealthbumped! Our little game continued, with two more booty bumps that I faked not knowing about. I was really hungry now, and needed his cock in my hole. It was all I could do not to throw the boy off, and take his Daddy's cock in me. It wasn't long before I felt the fat cockhead poking my buzzed sphincter. I thought I'd have a little more fun - reaching down, I stroked his fat cock, feeling its heat. "Ya got a rubber, man?" I mumbled, with the boy's cock thumping on my chest. He paused; then reached over to the bedside table and grabbed one of the cheap, foil- wrapped condoms provided by the bathhouse. I glanced toward the wall, and could see him stretching the thin rubber with his thumb until it broke! He rolled the thin rubber onto his cock, and let me feel the ridge at the base of his meat. Satisfied...I spread my legs and let him slide into me. "Fucccckkkkkk!" I moaned, not so much out of pain or ecstasy, but more out of satisfaction that I finally had an almost raw cock fucking me. boy sat up, straddling my face and pinning me down with his muscular ass. I could tell they were kissing, obviously satisfied that their stealth bumping and stealth raw fucking had worked. Daddy picked up the pace of his fucking, and it felt like the shredded condom was rolling back on his cock like a cockring! "Yeah Daddy! Fuck him! Fuck his whore hole!" boy chanted, enjoying watching his Dad's thick cock breeding a strange fuckhole. "Oh fuck! Yeah! Fuck me! Yeah! Unggh! Fuck! Unnggghhh!" I panted, enjoying every deep thrust from the hot leatherman. I heard the two of them whispering, but couldn't hear what they were saying - but I was soon to find out. boy had grabbed the bag of "T" and sprinkled some on his Daddy's cock. More burn as he slid back in - I didn't care now - just enjoying the ride! "I think he likes your dick, Dad!" boy observed. "Yeah! He's good 'n' open now, son. Ya wanna give him a try?" he offered. boy climbed off my face and walked toward the edge of the bed. I was sad to give up the sweaty/cummy smell of his ass, but couldn't wait to get that young, hard cock in me. He was hung thicker than his Daddy, and had a beautiful, thick foreskin that covered his cockhead even when hard. A thick vein ran down the top of the shaft, making it look even thicker. Damn, I needed that dick in me - - - NOW! As Daddy pulled out, I looked down at the remains of the condom hanging from his cock. I tried to give a horrified look - to which he just gave me an evil grin. He knew that I was too fucked up to protest, as his boy pushed my legs back and sank his uncovered cock deep into my pulsing chute. "Holy shit!" I hissed, staring at the two of them with unblinking, drugged eyes. "Fuck!" was all I could say, as my tweeked body gave in completely to the stealth chemfuck! The boy's cock was everything I could have hoped for - rock hard, beercan thick, and burning hot in my ass! The two studs took turns pounding my ass for what seemed like hours. Both had also been partying (I found out later), so neither was able to load me with cum. But on an occasional break, they would open their door to the hallway, and invite strangers to come in and fuck me. Any loads were fucked in deeper by Daddy or his boy. - - - "You havin' a good time, pig?" Daddy asked. "Fuck, yeah!" I grinned back, fingering my vibrating hole. "You know why you're havin' such a good time?" he asked. " 'Cause I'm with two hot guys?" I answered dumbly. "Well, there is that," he grinned, leaning over and kissing his boy deeply. "But, we've been feeding your ass with crystal meth the whole time, an' you are so fuckin' high right now, that you'd do anything to get your hole plowed!" he said, holding up a nearly empty baggy of white crystals. "An' you remember how worried you were about gettin' fucked without a rubber? Well, you've been takin' both our raw poz cocks since we started - - - plus all the guys we brought in here to fuck you are buddies of ours - an' you're full o' poz cum right now. Whachoo think o' that, pig?" he snarled. "I don't fuckin' care, sir. This is the best fuckin' time I've ever had - - - an' I want more of it!" I said staring deeply into his black eyes. "That's my boy!" he grinned, licking his index finger, dipping it in the baggy and shoving the bump up my hole. When I heard my room number being called for renewal, I asked if they were going to be around for awhile. "Yeah - we're here for the weekend - maybe longer," Daddy replied, stroking his glistening cock. I excused myself, and went back to my room to get my towel and go downstairs to renew for another 8 hours.On the way back, I stopped in my room, drank a whole liter of water, smoked a cigarette and fired up my glass pipe (like I needed it!). Amazingly, the Viagra was still working, and my cock was still pretty hard. I went back to their room, and we continued playing on and off until Sunday afternoon. By that time, I had fucked both of them, and we had progressed to dildos and fists - - - and the occasional hung stranger . I never let on that I knew about their stealthing from the beginning - - - knowing that it helped to fuel their fantasy about turning a safesex puritan into a raw, Tina whore!
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So I'm not really sure if this topic belongs in this location, but here we go. I'm in need of something which I'm not sure really exists. Ever go to a sex party, bath house, play space, etc and need to carry around a few things (poppers, lube, locker keys, etc)with you as you cruise naked or in a jock strap? Well, I do. What I have in mind is an over the shoulder leather wallet or pouch just big enough to carry a few essentials. Not a backpack or "murse". Something simple that sits under the arm on one side and hangs off the opposite shoulder by a single strap. Black leather would be best since I don't want to look like a foreign tourist with a mesh fanny pack. I've peeped out a few leather fetish sites and haven't found anything that'll work so I decided to reach out to my brothers. Do you guys know of a retailer or site that offers something? Maybe some of you that fabricate your own leather pieces have something to offer? THANKS!!
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Anyone know who the pipe smoking porn star in this video is? http://www.extremetube.com/gay/video/gang-banged-by-muscle-men-106166
