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IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 2)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off in the last post…) Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees. He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time. I add mine to make it three. He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time. Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet. We kiss. I get a taste of the three mixed loads. “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…” He agrees and we go to the sling toward the front of the room. There is a group of three men sucking cock nearby. I get him in the sling, his long legs up in the stirrups. I go to my knees and eat his wet hole. I am sure he’s had other men up here since I fucked him. His hole is now super wet. I come up for air, stand and spit some of the ass jizz in his mouth. He groans and swallows, savoring it. I lean forward. My slippery cock head finds his slightly puffy ass lips. I push. And I’m in. To the hilt with the slightest second push. I begin to fuck. The sound always attracts guys to watch and jerk. I increase the speed of my thrusts. TGWT moans and kneads his cock through the jock pouch. A man approaches and sticks his long cock in TGWT’s mouth. This makes me fuck him harder still. I pull out and slap my juicy cock on his jock pouch. I go to my knees and begin to rim him again. At first, it’s a trickle. Someone is pissing on TGWT and it’s running down his ass crack and into my mouth. It begins to increase. I can’t swallow fast enough so I let some pour to the floor. There is even more now—it can’t be just one person pissing on him. My cock throbs with the idea that he is getting covered above me with multiple loads. As the piss subsides, I stand up and fuck again. The crowd has thinned as their bladders run dry. I fuck—then I slow down. I hold still. “Ready?” He nods. I concentrate. Slowly I can feel things ‘reconnect’ to let the piss flow out of me. And once it starts, I can’t stop it. I am giving him my entire full bladder. TGWT groans as it fills him. “So heavy—there’s so fuckin’ much.” I feel my cock run dry. I begin a slow in and out stroke. Churning the piss. TGWT hardens up—his cock pokes out of his jock pouch. He strokes himself as he listens to the slosh of all my piss deep in his guts. As I fuck, there is significant back splash, as my cock pulls some piss out on each back stroke. I stop. I pull out, my hand holding closed his bloated hole. “Are you gonna…” I am on my knees before he can finish. My mouth is plastered around his ass lips. I get a trickle of piss instantly. He pushes—and I get all of the torrent roaring out of his ass. It’s impossible to swallow it all, but I get most. I save the last mouthful. I get up and lean across him. He opens his mouth and we kiss… * I am back behind the screens. I let any number of men spend some time on my dick. Some get piss. Some not. A bearded man finds me. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him. “I saw that piss fuck you gave. Got enough for another?” I am sure I do. We go back to the sling. This guy (white, about 45) is incredibly hairy. I love how piss wet his ass crack already is. I rim him, deep and insistently. He groans. His cock is hard and he’s jerking. As I stand up to fuck, he is looking over at a knot of men drinking and chatting. He calls over a friend. “He’s going to piss fuck me. Get down there if you want it.” His friend, slightly built and even hairier, crawls on the wet concrete by my boots. I assume a wider stance so is now between my legs—looking up and stroking his small cock. I give a splash of piss into his beard before I push into the man’s ass above him. The guy moans. The man on the floor moans louder, watching his own personal porn show. I fuck. Slow, with long strokes to give the spectator what he wants. But I can’t help but build it to a blistering, ass slapping, fuck. The bottom is a great milker and I tell him so. I stop dead. I have to piss. A lot. I begin to fill him up. He moans. The guy on the floor pants in anticipation. I have given even more to this guy than I did TGWT. I begin a slow fuck. The bearded man on the floor opens his mouth. He adjusts himself slightly to get all the back splash on his face and beard. I fuck him slowly—to really control how much of my cock I pull out. There is piss flying each stroke. “Ready?” I grunt out. I get an affirmative. I pull all the way out and step away. “Push!” I tell the bottom. He does and the man on the floor squirms in utter delight at the avalanche of piss spurts out the man’s ass and onto his bearded face, covering his open mouth… * The crowd is thinning. I need to get off. I find Tall Guy with Tats on his knees behind the screens, sucking a man’s cock. When the guy leaves, I bend and ask “You want my load?” He nods and opens his mouth, thinking I mean piss. I pull him up. “I want to breed you.” “Fuck, yes,” He grabs the ledge to steady himself. I kneel and eat his puffy-lipped hole. He’s been busy these last four hours. I stand and insert. I am so ready to get off. I fuck, not particularly hard but with purpose. In moments, I am there. I shoot my load—a good seven or eight spurt one after the constant play. I stay inside of him for a long time as I catch my breath. “Piss?” “I want your cum to stay in me…” So, I pull out and let him clean my cock—and give him a long drink of piss as a chaser… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 2) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 15, 2023 -
IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 1)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 I woke late (for aging me) after CumUnion. All that good sex had really helped me stay asleep. Now it was breakfast and a cup of tea; a little writing and another cup of tea as I typed. I began to piss regularly. A very light lunch and a bottle of water followed. I forced myself to drink one more cup of tea and suddenly it was time to get to the bar that hosts the piss party. It was an easy drive and I found free parking. I’m actually early. I talked to some former residents of Chicago who I last saw at the piss party I attended in Palm Springs. In moments, the door to the back bar was opened—and in we went. I stripped off my flight suit, leaving only the increasingly stained jock, wrist band and boots. I checked my bag with the still cute coat-check otter. Things are only slightly different with the set-up. The inflatable pool is now at the back of the room and a sling is set up near the entrance. There is the bar, of course, where our admission gets you beer and water throughout the event. Opposite the bar, there is a ledge to sit (and play) behind some large wooden screens that hang from the ceiling. I sit and sip my water… “You look as hot as ever.” I turn to the voice behind me. It’s a man who is a regular here—and who I haven’t seen in year. He is Latino, in his late 30’s and a hairy cub. We chat for a mere moment before he kneels, takes my cock out of my jock and gives me some expert head. Eventually, he looks up and asks for piss. I have been pissing regularly at home, but I can’t even manage a tiny spurt now that I’m here. Instead, I go down on him. He sighs, and after a few minutes of head, pulls out of my mouth and hoses down my hard cock. He drops to his knees and cleans me of every drop of his piss… I wander. “Hey!” Back in the dark shadows, by the television playing piss porn, is the tall man I had so much fun with last year at this event. We catch up a little, but he leads me to the bench area to sit—and he goes to his knees. I had forgotten just how handsome he is—white, with some really fine ink, wearing a jock that has been to a lot of these parties. He sucks my cock. He licks my balls. He licks under them, too. He asks for piss. This time I muster the smallest splash into his ovaled mouth. He stands up and wets my cock—and cleans me up. We kiss and share it, for the first of many times this afternoon… * I let a lot of men go down on me. I return the favor on many of them. A regular, a guy my age, short with a very hairy chest taps me on the shoulder as I refill my water bottle at the bar. “You love to drink, right?” I nod. He leads me to a corner. I kneel and get his soft cock so it is just resting on my lips. He let’s go—and I am flooded. But I drink every drop. It is so clear, it barely has any taste at all, but just the force of it going down my throat makes my cock drool and stand up all on its own. As it peters out, he thanks me and tells me he’s off to the hotel. I stand up. My cock is raging. I find the Tall Guy with Tats. He is just standing up from having drunk some piss himself. “Can I fuck you?” I ask without preamble, with my hand finding his ass crack. He simply bends, using the ledge for support. I go to my knees and begin to rim. I lube my dick as I tongue fuck him. I don’t take long, for my cock wants to be inside him. Now. I push the head into TGWT. He moans and uncaps his poppers. I let them hit—and then proceed to push all the way in. He groans again. I begin a very slow in and out. “Fuck, you feel good,” he mumbles. “Piss inside me, if you want.” “Let’s do that later,” I pant, as I keep drilling into him. I am secretly hoping someone will piss on us. But no one does. After a while, I pull out, kneel and a taste his ass again. Eventually, he pulls away, turns and tastes his ass juices on my dick. We kiss. “Fuck me some more.” He turns and bends again, using the bench for support. I slap his wet ass crack with my equally wet cock. Suddenly, the piss I’d drunk does the trick. I am pissing all over his back and ass. When I stop, I kneel and lick all my piss out of his ass crack. It’s futile to even try to dry those rounded cheeks—he’s covered. I turn him around to kiss him. We swap the remains of the piss and ass jizz that is in my mouth. Back and forth. I finally break the kiss, and he swivels, knowing what I want. I plow into him. This time, a guy in red and black neoprene aims his cock at us and let’s go. His piss hits my dick—and I can’t help but fuck his piss into the hole I am ravaging. The pissing guy has a huge load. He let’s his stream travel up the bent over back of TGWT, then it comes back to where my cock is churning more and more of it into the hot ass in front of me. Mr. Neoprene vanishes when he runs out of piss. I slap the very wet ass I am plowing. It makes a delightfully wet splatting sound. I finally pull out. TGWT’s hand reaches back and holds his hole shut. I go to my knees and push his hand away. It is not flood—but a pleasant trickle of piss dribbles out of his well fucked hole. I collect as much as I can keep in my mouth—and share it with him in a wet, slobbering kiss… * It's much later. I am pissing every 20 minutes now—what I wanted to be able to do when I arrived. I feed men. I am not offered much for me to guzzle—as most of the crowd is unknown to me. I feed the three men rolling in the piss pool. They jockey for position to see who can get the most. I try to keep the stream moving, to feed them all equally. I have been aware of a very cute young couple in matching black neoprene jocks with a yellow stripe. They have made the rounds—always together. As I go back behind the screen, the shorter of the two is sitting on lap of a man twice his age and a very hairy bear. They are facing each other, kissing. Neoprene Jock is grinding his ass against the thick shaft of the bear. As I watch, the Bear let’s his piss go, coating the younger man’s ass crack. When the piss subsides, Neoprene Jock, grabs the thick cock and tries to get it into his ass. He can’t. I catch the eye of the Bear. I point at the boy’s ass and dangle my bottle of lube I always have on hand. He nods. But I don’t use my bottled lube, not at first. I kneel between the Bear’s splayed legs and spit on his cock. I move from that to tonguing Neoprene Jock’s ass. He groans out his surprise and pleasure. The Bear spreads the younger man’s full cheeks, so I can go deeper. I can hear them kiss. Only now do I drizzle lube onto the thick dick and a little to mix with my spit in the young guy’s ass. I guide the Bear’s cock into the wet hole. He is in. He sighs. Neoprene Jock moans and begins to ride him, bouncing on that beer can of a dick. I am still on my knees watching. As the Bear isn’t thrusting, I begin licking his balls. The Bear groans at the combined sensation of two men on his cock and balls. In a few minutes, he cums. I am right there to lick what little seeps out of the full ass enveloping his cock. I clean them both up, as his cock deflates and pops out. Neoprene Jock feels a little embarrassed by it, now that he’s gotten the load. But the Bear holds him in place for me to keep felching. “You should piss rinse him,” the Bear murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear. I stand up and shower both of them with another load of my hot piss… * Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees. He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time. I add mine to make it three. He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time. Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet. We kiss. I get a taste of the three mixed loads. “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…” (To be continued…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 1) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 14, 2023 -
IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 1
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 And here it was Saturday. I woke up late—though the Horse Market had not been a particularly late night. I was just tired from all that fucking. I had a very late breakfast. I thought about going into the leather market at the main hotel, but I just couldn’t face it. Instead, I wrote up some notes about all the men I had plundered. My phone went off. It was Keshawn. I read the text—asking if I was excited about tonight. Just the thought that I would be inside him this evening caused the first stirring of my cock that afternoon. He told me he was going in early. He told me again that I would love how the bar had refurbished the Hole—the subterranean play space. (It really had been a hole in the wall, cramped and tight and I had to keep ducking so as not to hit the pipes that ran under the floor above. But it had always been fun. I loved CumUnion there better than anywhere else as we were all crammed in that one small space, not spread out over two or three floors of bathhouse.) I ate a light dinner and got ready. I ditched the chaps (having learned my lesson about heat in a small room last night) and just had my harness, semi-dirty jock, boots and wrist band. I zipped myself into my flight suit to cover it all and drove up the few blocks to the bar. I was even able to find free parking. I walked to the back entrance the staff had told us to use… There is Keshawn—still in line, waiting to be let in at the appointed hour. We hug. We chat. We compare notes on the weekend. Almost instantly we are let in and down the stairs we go. I love just slipping off the flight suit and I am ready to check my bag with the (hot!) coat check boys. I take a look at the space. They have raised the ceiling or lowered the floor. I am able to stand upright without fearing a concussion. The pipes above are now hidden. The floor has been freshly poured with concrete. There are two slings along one wall. Another one is right where we step down into the playspace from the hall and the fourth is dead center of the room. There is also a high table, the perfect height to lean against and jut your ass out invitingly. There are maybe 15 of us right at 5:00pm. It swells into whatever the room capacity is—perhaps 50? 70? in another 30 minutes. Keshawn has his hand on my cock. He goes to his knees and sucks me. Others around us are doing the same thing. I really want his ass—at first he uses the table—but we quickly grab one of the slings for our first fuck. He lays back and I work my tongue deep into him. I want to stay longer eating him out, but my dick wants inside him. Now. I stand up and slide in. I love watching his eyes roll back into his head. No sacks over anyone’s head tonight. Our eyes lock and I hammer into his ass as he jerks his massive dick. I stop only to taste all of the ass juices he’s produced. I lick him up and plow into him again—the second of countless times we meet up and fuck for a few minutes over the next few hours… * It is a racially mixed crowd this evening. It is good to be in a big city. A younger Latino pulls me to the side and goes to his knees. He gives me some expert head. “To get you ready for my ass…” he mumbles. Soon enough he stands and leans against the wall, jutting his brown butt towards me. I surprise him by kneeling and eating his hole. He whimpers as my tongue reams him out. Again, I sort of have to tell myself to stop rimming, he tastes so good—and his hole just keeps flowering open. But I do—and I stand up and push in. “Fuck me hard!” I build quickly. I slam into his butt. The young man is loud enough in his delighted groans that heads turn to watch us. I fuck him hard—then pull out. “Clean my dick.” He spins, bends over and is on me before I finish the sentence. When he gets me really wet with his saliva, I am ready for another round, but a big bear of a white man is now taking advantage of his ass. I grin at the bear and nod. He makes the Latino turn 180 so he cleans the bear while I fuck again. We turn him once more before we all go on to different men… * I can’t take my eyes off a Black top who is fucking his white buddy (They were in the entrance line with us.) The top has the most luxurious dreads I have ever seen. His cock is large, though not massive. He has his buddy in the center sling. I stand to the side and stroke as they fuck. “Take a turn. You’ll love his ass.” He pulls out. I go to my knees and clean his dick. “You dirty fucker. You better lick his hole, too.” He doesn’t need to prompt me. I can’t wait. But I also like that the top pushes me into the wet crack. I lick and spit. I am in my own personal heaven, with his hand grinding my face into the wet ass. “Now fuck him good.” I stand up and slide in. The top watches me fuck. And then he goes to his knees—I assume to watch me plow at eye level. But no, he’s under us—licking the shaft on my backstroke. I slow the fuck to enjoy the added sensation. I pull out—and he returns the favor of cleaning my cock. I stick my dick back in the bottom, while the top can’t stop licking my hairy nut sack. I begin to pump again. Two strokes. Five. Let him clean my dick. And repeat. I fuck and the top stands up. “Let me do that with you,” I ask. We change places. He begins to fuck. I crawl under the sling and get lost in the sweet smell of mansex as I begin to lick his big balls… * Keshawn finds me. He bends, leaning against the wall. He grabs my cock and guides it into him once again. I let him control how long we fuck. He soon pulls off me and goes back to the hunt. * I find the middle sling has a new occupant. He is a light skinned Black man, maybe 30, his hair shaved close to the scalp. He wears a blue jock that mostly covers his hard cock. He is being fucked by every man in the room. I watch two guys do him and watch the expressions on their faces. This guy must have a magic hole. The tops always look totally blissed out as they plow him. It’s now my turn. I eat him first. He is incredibly wet. Not with full loads, but just his own juices and a ton of pre-cum. I stand up. We lock eyes. “Let me taste it,” he pleads. I bend over and kiss him. It starts as a feeding of his juices—and ends in a passionate kiss. My cock has found his own way into his hole while our tongues collide. I finally break the kiss to fuck. Hard and long. Slow and sensual. And then my face gets buried in his butt again. “Please,” he murmurs as I stand go inside him again. I lean and kiss him. This time the kiss is only broken as I feel a man feeling the length of my ass crack. I straighten, remove the hand on my ass and fuck. Keshawn comes over and watches. He sticks his long dick into the guy’s mouth as I plow. “I need to shoot,” says the man behind me. I pull out and a bearish guy, around my age, just makes it into the hot, wet hole I’ve been fucking. He pulls out fast. I go to my knees and taste the load. I fill my mouth with it and bring it up to young man. I dribble it in at first and then our mouths meet in another kiss… (To be continued…) The Original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 1 (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 8, 2023 -
Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.
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poz The inclusive club of positive daddies
bttm4all posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
Part 1 Six months ago, James got to know John and Amir in the back room of the bar. John and Amir both took turns fucking James' ass in the back room of the bar. "Do you like our bare and dirty cocks?" "Wanna get some hot cum in your unprotected hole?" John and Amir whispered in James' ears. "Yes seed me", "recharge my hole", "give me your poison", begged James greedily. Finally, when both men had emptied their positive seeds into James' hole all three men returned to the bar side. John and Amir were happy to meet a new poz-hungry man. The men said they were a couple and had been together for 5 years. Amir had already been a poz when they met and had corrupted John early in their relationship. John had wanted to get an infected cock for a long time and had been looking for a suitable positive inseminator. James said that he had the fuck flu six months ago, but he doesn't know who gave him the virus. John, Amir and James drank beer and talked for a long time. John and Amir said that together with their friends, they had founded their own club for positive men, which met a couple of times a month. The club did all kinds of fun together. Sometimes we spend movie nights or a day at the beach together, sometimes we organize fuck parties and sometimes we cook together. The Positive Daddies club is a safe space for positive men to be together, talk, enjoy nudity and have uninhibited sex together. The idea for the club was born from the fact that many in the positive men's circle of friends had chased the virus, but had not found a suitable infector. The club can help chasers, although only infected positive men can become full members. Negative chasers can only become trial members of the club and can only participate in fuck fests, but not in other club events. John and Amir said that the club already had several regular members today, who have progressed from trial membership to full members. James was really enthusiastic about the club and definitely wanted to be involved in the club's activities. "As a positive man, you can become a member directly, but it requires that all members are in favor of joining. The process proceeds so that you can come and present yourself at the next meeting, and at the meeting it will be decided whether you will be accepted as a member," said John. "Next week we have a movie night at a member's house. If you want to come and present yourself, it is possible," continued Amir. ___ I don't know if this setting is interesting enough for a sequel?- 14 replies
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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 9
versmetropig posted a blog entry in Blog versmetropig
Installment number Nine of what was probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style non-enhanced sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, as did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - with Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the guesthouse with his revealed to be former partyboi husband Charlie), Karl and the other Houseboys and the skinhead Manager Zar. Then an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – shows up in time for the party. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story during the storm-caused power failure, and our str8 boy gets booty-bumped one too many times and pulls me back to my room because he needs to be fucked NOW... We were in the midst of thanking each other profusely – me for offering me his cherry, he for me waiting for him to want it then doing so well – when a key turned in the lock and Lou peeked around the doorframe. “Finally.” He commented. “Thank you, J-man, you are impressive.” “Daddy-J is a master of his art” (which he pronounced ‘ahhhT’) replied Vice to Lou, “now shut up, get in here and fuck me!” SATURDAY, 2AM and BEYOND: IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNIN’ I laughed hearing the deflowered stud in my bed demanding more cock in his ass. Lou looked really, really pleased and fished in his pouch for a big rock to drop in the waterpipe. Sparking the torch, he melted the rock as Vice and I looked on, then took a big rip off the pipe and smiled. “So,” he began as he blew out his cloud. “You liked it then?” “It’s wickie hot,” was Vice’s reply as Lou took what looked like another massive hit. He then handed me the pipe and torch and pulled Vice in for a shotgun that turned into a major tongue-wrestle between them. As I took a big hit myself, Lou and Vice finally disengaged, their cloud dissipating between them. “Feel any less like a man?” Lou continued his line of questioning. Vice shook his head several times then said: “Nah, it’s just like J-man here said, you can get fucked and still be all man… I totally get that now, J,” he looked to me as he finished. “And damn it feels hot as fuck too. Just like me fucking ass, I gotta try out a few more samples. For instance, I just had some amazing white meat, isn’t it time for some dark meat now?” We all laughed. After passing the pipe and sharing shotguns between the three of us, Vice looked at Lou and said, “You been wanting a piece of this for a while, ain’t cha’ bro? Been jonesing for some fine straight-boy hole?” With a big smirk, Lou replied “you don’t know the half of it homie… Been jonesing for that super ‘fine’ tail for a while – givin’ and takin’ now? Dat’s fly… jus’ wha’ I need for a real wingman, yo.” I was chuckling to myself as both of their speech patterns went totally street urban all of a sudden while they teased each other. I mean, Vice always had the Bahstan-Capecadd drawl to a degree, but he was unconsciously laying it on thicker now while Lou seemed to be able to turn on and off his “Official Only African American Dealer In The Town But Customers Expect It” Urban Patois that he obviously got a kick out of using when it was fun for him or when he wanted a customer or any possible threat to think that’s all he was… and hey, it certainly comes across strong, confident and badass… smart dude that Lou. Seeing the rabid looks they were giving each other, I hopped off the bed and quickly removed almost all of my leather, grabbed a towel and my bath kit and my key and said “Sounds like I should give you guys a few… gonna go piss, shower and wander. How long should I stay gone?” “Only 15 or 20,” Vice replied, “I wanna’ try out that ‘Lucky Philippe’ thing you talk about.” “Lucky Pierre” I corrected, and you’ll love it, see you in a few…” I saw Lou lining his chocolate cock up with Vice’s hole as I closed the door and headed to the shared bathroom. Just as I was heading in, a guy stopped me in the hall. This was an older gent, probably the oldest guest in the place that night – he’d been one of the gladiator movie fans from this afternoon and had to be 75 if he was a day, lean and wiry, his white skin tanned like well worn leather, about 5’6” and a few tatts that looked genuine Navy like the vintage white sailor cap he was sporting over his silver buzz cut, white canvas deck shoes and a military surplus jock completed his attire. “You needing to empty the tap, sir? Why waste it on the porcelain?” Pleased with his nonchalant request, I figured, why not? “Sure thing Sailor, but you better know that this is definitely high-octane and very much not plain unleaded. That okay?” He nodded, “damn sir, that’s a bonus!” “Okay Sea-dawg, front or back?” The armband on his thin right bicep was black so that wasn’t an issue. His face lit up as he answered “Back, back please. Much better bump from your fuel that way… don’t worry, sir all clean.” With the caverject shot still in full force I was hard again almost immediately. He wasn’t really my type, but he’d kept trim and the grin on his face and the twinkle in his eye were enough for me to recognize a fellow player who enjoyed the game as much as I did and probably didn’t get to play as much anymore… and yeah, this would be me someday too, so l gave this Korean War Vet/New Chembuddy as good a quickie as I could, I remember hoping karma would come back to me someday in the future! I started to bring him into the restroom, but he asked quietly “out here?”. Which made me grin, and made my cock a bit harder, as I turned him and made him do a perp stance facing the wall in the hall, arms up and legs spread. He was lubed but freshly so, and I still had plenty on my tool that a bit of spit got us wet enough for me to slide right in… warm velvet I have to admit. We were near the edge of the now slightly dimmer emergency lighting and seemed like a few guys were watching from the shadows, so rather than give him my chempiss right away, I gave him a nice steady firm mid-pace fuck for a couple of minutes – he had nice muscle control I must admit. “Damn” I said out loud to please him as I pumped him while reaching around to tweak his pierced nips, “you may look like a salty dog, but you’re still an able-bodied seaman where it counts sailor.” (My several times playing Lt. Cable in “South Pacific” were serving me well here…) “Oh yeah, Cap’n, you like that Squid Hole?” he groaned back. (How do I always wind up an officer?). I switched to a slow screw that I knew couldn’t last more than a few minutes as I seriously had to piss by this time, and I wanted to end with the piss so we didn’t mess up the hallway – which would happen if I continued a fuck on a piss-filled hole. That was when I felt a fat warm cock slide into MY hole while a soft hairy belly from someone rather large covered my back and two hairy arms slid around me and started seriously tweaking MY nips, and both felt great. A grumbly voice spoke in my ear “You like filling my man’s sweet ass? You’re making him so happy I had to find some way to repay you.” I figured this must be the Bear from the afternoon’s Gladiator group who was sitting at the time with the Vet I was pumping now – seemed to remember thinking he could play Santa Claus at Macy’s without any false hair, false beard or false belly… hell, it worked for the moment. “His ass is like velvet, man, and you feel great back there too, BUT I was just supposed to be emptying my chempiss in your salty dog here except when I slid in I just couldn’t resist a little bit of a fuck before I empty out. And I have to empty out SOON. Seriously, almost bursting here.” “Okay, just let me have a minute or two more, I’ll pound you, you pound him – he can take it – then piss away!” Which is what we did. Maybe another 20-25 hard pounding strokes and I felt Santa shudder and jerk as he dropped a load in me while my battered bladder finally let go and filled his partner with a good amount of high octane chem piss. The naval dude just sighed and said, “Thanks Cap’n, anytime you need a snug harbor…” “Thanks for that, both of you” I said to the pair as I finished pissing and quickly popped out of the now squishy hole, “but now I have to do a quick shower and run…” Santa wiggled his eyebrows at me, asking “Your straight boytoy waiting to fuck you some more?” I couldn’t resist. “No man,” I replied with a smirk. “My pet straight boy begged me to de-virginize his straight hairy ass, and he’s waiting for me to fuck him again – our dusky friend is filling the void for me right now, and I want to get back…” Okay, okay, I was actually bragging… wouldn’t you? The look on their faces was priceless – and Santa’s cock jerked up a couple of times on its own and dribbled out a bit more jizz. I swiped my finger through it, licked it off my finger and gave a quick but proper salute then sauntered into the bathroom. In unison behind me I heard two male voices whimper “Fuuuuuuck…” Within a few minutes, I had dumped lube and load out of my butt, did a spot clean, showered the outer layer of sweat and lube off, gargled some mouthwash and headed back to “my boys”. Entering the hall from the shower I realized the power had gone back on while I was in there – the red lighting from the beginning of the evening was back, looking around I noticed that there were less doors open and a few more “do not disturb” signs out as some guys, especially those not enhanced, got tuckered out and finished up their play for the night. I took a quick detour back to the stairs to the third floor and went part way up – the door to room 38 was only barely cracked, but it was evident that there was still a good bit of activity going on in there – as I tried to get a better handle on how things were going in there, the door creaked a bit more open and Sebastian popped his head out. “Just checking – we are going to need another fifteen minutes or so,” I whispered, “do you want the three of us to come back up?” Nodding his head with great emphasis, Sebastian replied “Oh very much so yes, things should go on for at least another two hours… oui, yes, come… come soon!” Promising we would, I headed back downstairs and slipped into the room. “Ready for me?” I asked as I came in. One of the room lights was now on, and I saw that Vice was fumbling around – gently -by my laptop while Lou was pulling drinks out of my cooler with one hand and holding his monster water pipe with the other. “Sweet, hand me one of those gatorades, man,” Lou tossed me a lemon-lime, my favorite and I feel like I emptied half of it down my gullet in 30 seconds or less, “thanks, I needed that. You boys enjoying your new activity!” “Mmm-hmm-hmm” was all I could get out of a smirking, grinning Lou, while Vice replied, “Indeed we are, but I’m glad you are back, I need to examine these two styles side by side. Mind blown, J, mind blown!” He chuckled to himself a bit then looked down at what he was doing. “Oh, but first, when the power went back on, your machine booted itself back up but it seems to be freaking out a bit. I tried to calm it down, but you’d better… and maybe put on some more hot stuff now that it’s not on battery anymore?” He couldn’t have looked more like a little boy in that moment if he tried. The problem was easy – the dvd drive kept trying to engage, but no one was pressing “play”. I put in Hot Desert Knights with a leather theme and took the offered bong and shared a few rips with the boys. I let them know the gang upstairs would be happy to have us return if they both wanted to AFTER we schooled Vice on “Lucky Pierre”. Since he’d spent the last little while being dicked by his bud’s weapon, it was time for him to fuck Lou while I sandwiched Vice from behind. Lou lay on the bed and raised his legs to the sky while Vice and I spent a minute or five tonguing that hole and Frenching each other with a few more clouds, then Vice got to his knees and grabbed Lou by the ankles and pushed in. “Ooh, hold a minute” asked Lou. “Seriously? You been fucked all night man,” I kidded, “not enough lube?” “No, dammit,” he replied, “freakin’ CHARLIE HORSE”, which made all of us, even him laugh out loud. I took those few minutes while he and Vice kneaded Lou’s calf muscle (with Vice still fully inserted) to rim Vice’s magnificent no-longer-virgin ass, getting it a bit more ready. “Done!” Lou said, “now get that daddy dick in the boy here…” On my knees I entered Vice from behind while Lou held poppers under his pal’s nose – I slid right in like Brett Gardner stealing Third in Post Season… damn life is good sometimes, right? Both my boys were moaning and talking nasty and seemed to be in heaven, myself likewise. Vice commented finally – “this is the most amazing sensation my body has ever had, no wonder this is your fav, J Daddy!” A minute or two later, he called ‘switch’. I stood at the edge of the bed sitting on a pillow, rolled onto my back with knees to my chest, then pulled myself back to the edge so that my ass was partly off with the pillow wedging it up, then I reached over pulled the other pillow behind my neck got my knees behind my elbows and said, “Ready boys.” Like I did before, Vice and Lou attacked my hole for a bit with tongues and clouds, then with a huff of Max Impact off a sweat sock, Vice once again sank his thick linguica into the guy who took his virgin hole. He was getting REALLY good working a man’s hole, and when his eyes widened a bit and then slowly closed in a blissful expression, I knew that Lou’s chocolate delight was re-finding its new home. “Fuuhuuhgh, so wickie hawt, yeah, yeah – how do you dudes ever STOP doing this?” Lou and I both chortled a bit about that, and I answered, “that’s why I try to do it so often, right?” The expression on Vice’s face was one of sheer bliss. Lou caught my eye over his shoulder and murmured “get ready to do that muscle contraction thing you do with yo ass J-man, we’re going to send him to orbit from both sides…” I nodded and Lou raised his voice to a growl in Vice’s ear “Welcome to Nirvana man – there ain’t not going back to boring ass vanilla sex now!” Vice’s eyes shot open as Lou began a wild rough triple beat pound on this now ravenous hole of Vice’s while I worked my muscle magic on that hot cock of his at the same time… the poor kid looked like he was about to hyperventilate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah, Yeah, YEAH… FUCKIN HEAVEN BROS!!!” Vice bucked and heaved, then stuck both arms straight out to both sides and bellowed “STOP! … MUST BREATHE!” All movement came to a halt as the Dealer stud and I smiled at each other with the newly initiated stud muffin between us collapsed on my chest, tears streaming down his face as he laughed, giggled, panted and moaned “so good, so wickie good, so fuckin good…” and then laughed and cried some more hugging my chest, then kissing me and smiling “Oh daddy, so so so good… but I gotta have five to pull my soul back inta my body man… and then we go upstairs.” “Excellent,” I responded. “That’s my wingman,” said Lou. As his chest slowed down from it’s heaving, Vice was laughing again “Nothing came out of my dick, but it felt like the most powerful cum I ever had… as good as when you fucked me to jizz without touching myself, J-daddy- not better cause it couldn’t be but LONGER. The two of you might kill me but I wouldn’t care.” His breathing slowed some more, then he smirked at us “I realize I have two professional level players here with me, but I’m new, we’re all high as fuck and they are out there wanting us to join in… can we?” “Hell yeah,” I said, “But do something for me. Enjoy getting more cock and more ass, but trust me if you want to take on Marcel, leave him for last and let us get you ready – everyone else should be fine.” I went to the closet and pulled a few things out; “let me set you both up so they think the whole master and his boys things is real since it seems to turn them on – AND it also allows me to protect our newbie here since they all seem to hop to my commands even Marcel, so… first of all, a subtle change…” pulling most of the leather off of Vice, I pulled the second black ribbon out of the wrist band and wrapped it around his right arm so he had two like Lou and I did, “don’t say a word, see who figures it out first.” “Devious, J-man, even I could take lessons…” Lou quipped. I put them both in black cloth baseball caps not exactly matching but close, same with two white jock-codpieces (the waistband stays on but you can unsnap the pouch so your cock is free and it still has straps in the back to frame your ass perfectly, each with thick rubber cock rings, leather thongs tied around their biceps on both sides right under the ribbons, white sweat socks, and leather and cloth wrist wraps that could be locked together so one’s right wrist was connected to his buddy’s left and they’d need to walk in tandem. My master’s cap, my full metal harness, leather vest and a black leather jock-codpiece also with removable pouch, chrome taint tickler thick cockring, my engineer boots and we were ready. “What, no leash and collars for us?” Lou joked. I took his hand, showed him my pale hand by turning it back and forth right over his, then took his dark hand and flipped it back and forth, then put them together showing the contrast. “Hell no,” I said seriously, “if you ever want me to do that in private fine, because to me it doesn’t matter whose got more melanin and whose got less - and is fucking jealous!!” which made him laugh in that grave moment, which was good, “but with these guys? Some of whom may have the issues we talked about and joked about earlier? No way will I denigrate you that way or have them think that just cause you’re “my boys” that I think of you as anything less than me or that you are in a servant position to me, no. I just won’t do it. There’s too much real shit out there without having to add to it for a fantasy or for show. Hope that’s cool, but not me.” Lou just grabbed me and planted a huge kiss on me, his eyes looked a bit wet. “That. That… damn man, look what you did to me you righteous fuck you! Respect man,” he touched his heart and looked down for a bit. “Respect” Vice just goggled at us during this whole exchange. “Well then,” Lou announced. “Since Daddy J will NOT be Masta J, for which I thank him, then let’s go up there with heads held high, cocks half hard and asses primed and SHOW THEM MOTHERFUCKERS HOW ITS DONE!”. Laughing our asses off we made it to Room 38, were welcomed heartily with clouds and booty bumps and kisses and gropes and rimming and more clouds, and Zar being the first to notice Vice’s “change of status” to versatile and so claiming “DIBS!” while the rest swarmed Vice like frat boys getting free pizza, so I stepped in front of my newbie, and got into my Daddy/Boy role play persona while holding out my hand, between the Tina, the fog of long pnp play and the hot situation, I was really chewing the scenery as we say, even getting bombastic but man it was fun. “Just understand something here. This boy of mine is special, and he asked me to take his cherry tonight – and I did, then his brother there added his skills too. And my boy liked it – he liked it a lot, and he’s gonna be an amazing switch hitter, but on this special occasion, he wants to try a few more… and I gave my permission, I WANT him to enjoy this and so far he’s had remarkably little pain and let me be clear, it will STAY that way. Get it? Now he’s a real man and so I’m not saying you can’t fuck hard or get a bit rough or wrestle it up some, but this is his first damn time and I promise you he will enjoy it or you will answer to me. So no games with not enough lube, or scratching him up, or pushing too much in too fast or making him bleed, or any shit like that. Understand? I want him to WANT to do this again, so don’t fuck this up. Right?” Head nods all around and it was all I could do not to crack up – they all took me at my word and only the brief smile of gratitude from Vice and the furtive look of merriment on Lou and to be honest, Zar’s faces let me know I had a few appreciating my over the top performance. But I was being honest, I wanted the kid to like this, not wind up bleeding and in pain and never repeating his experiences. Zar would get his wish from this afternoon as Vice wanted him to go first, which seemed to immensely please the hot skinhead guest house manager. As a final note before sex, I pulled Vice and Marcel aside and whispered low to Marcel “Dude, I know you’re an alpha, you don’t get fucked only fisted and you are a master cocksman with that battering ram of yours and I can attest to how amazing that feels opening a guy up. But I’m asking you to let him decide if wants to finally have a go at that masterpiece, and I’m asking you to wait for a few smaller guys to go first, then go easy at first – and use some boybutter on that piercing of yours, not just spit, okay? You can do all that to me or my other boy Lou over there. Show your amazing skills to Vice by making him love it. If he says stop, DO, or he and I will double fuck you until you scream… that a deal – it’s a fine just cherry-picked hole and it will be worth your while. Deal?” Marcel kissed us both on both cheeks and said “Agreed. You protect your boys, good. Like me with Sebastian. Now let’s all fuck – since our house manager gets him first, I’ll substitute his Daddy’s hole instead.” Overhearing that Zar tossed me Max Impact, a jock, and then held a pipe to my lips to get me started for Marcel’s monster. And that’s how within 10 minutes from leaving my room the three of us wound up side by side fucking and rimming a hot dude in front of us with three studs behind us pounding our holes. Lou had Sebastian to fuck and rim, with Ed topping him, Vice was enjoying Rachman “Rocky”’s beautiful butt, with Zar blissfully pounding him out expertly, while I rimmed and fucked Gary while Marcel attempted to create a new lane of the Lincoln Tunnel in my ass… amazing, BUT… still amazing… And so it went, the three of us got to be “Lucky Pierre’s” much of the time with the occasional bonus of either a cock or hot hole for our mouths and tongues along with our cocks in an ass and cocks in us. Much swapping of threes and fours, and Vice not only enjoyed Zar as a top, but had Tom and Ed and Gary fuck him too – Rachman and Sebastian leaning heavily bottom for the evening passed on a turn but asked for “rain checks”. There were times when Vice and I, or Lou and Vice, or Zar and me would be 69ing sucking the others cocks while each of us was being fucked too. Finally, Vice decided it was time he tried the “Double Diamond Dick” before he chickened out. Wanting to concentrate fully on what was happening, he opted out of being a Lucky Pierre this time and got on his back for the penetration, pillows propping up his butt and neck as Marcel stood bedside like Vice had done to me down in my room. I knelt on one side of him on the bed with pipe, torch, poppers and Max Impact with Lou on the other side ready with several lubes but first while I was shot-gunning Vice a hit, tied off his bud’s arm and the hot dealer administered Vice a small pick-up slam while Sebastian, standing, did the same for his hubby Marcel. Two snaps as tourniquets were popped off, two guys coughing and then Vice moaning, “okay man, give me that monster” with Marcel simply nodding and growling sexily as his fat head and piercing – covered with cream lube slowly stretched open a hole that until just a few hours ago had been “exit only” and that 48 hours prior would never have conceived of being where it was and WANTING this. I saw a bit of fear, and whispered, ‘Relax, you’ve got this, and trust me the way he’s doing it – you are going to love it real soon!” Vice nodded and the panic eased off his face and he was smiling again, allowing the big head to pop through and making him gasp and moan “fuck that’s big… but fuck that’s good.” With popper hits, a couple of shared clouds and encouragement from everyone in the room, slowly but surely that beautiful beast went balls deep on our former str8 sex only convert. When those bull balls swinging beneath their leather ball stretcher slapped down against Vice’s sss skin he got a look of hungry triumph on his face saying “Oh fuck this is awesome… fuck me man, please.” The rest of the room while still stroking other guys or with their cock in an ass or one in their own hole, slowed to watch this newbie take a cock many more experienced holes would balk at. And while he was huffing and puffing a lot, he was definitely enjoying it! Marcel was true to his word, and so he kept his strokes long and slow but he did make them HARD and Vice seemed to like that as it must have been hitting his prostate just right. We all knew this couldn’t last long but it wasn’t Vice who had to tap out, it was Marcel! Vice started that blissed out laugh/cry thing he did the last two times he let go, and the laughing huffs must have made his hole contract each time because Marcel started shaking his head rapidly back and forth growling, “so tight, merde, can’t hold it…” and then roared incoherently while he blew a load up into Vice who immediately started that shaking anal orgasm thing again that left him smiling and giggling while Marcel looked out for the count! That seemed the right time to call a close and as the three of us got ourselves and our gear back together, I pulled out 3 butt plugs I’d put in Lou’s canvas ditty when I knew we were on our way up, giving the fattest one to Vice whose hole was currently the one most stretched to hold everything in on our way downstairs. Stopping in the common bathroom, we all did a little cleaning rinsed off in the shower together, and retired to my room to collapse naked with each other, lightly playing while we relaxed and watched porn each catching a bit of nap here and there and enjoying each other’s bodies and company. Vice was popping grapes and having a bit of Yogurt around 5:30AM when he looked at me, and with all sincerity asked, “So, Daddy J, is EVERY weekend like this for you?” Lou couldn’t even control his laughter as I sputtered, “sadly no, Vice, even I cannot claim to have a weekend like THIS very often at all.” We laughed and I added “and hell, its still not even dawn on Saturday morning!!” -
I've never been to Atlanta pride before, but I am looking here to see if anyone knows of any sex parties or events happening that weekend where I can exchange loads with multiple guys if possible. Anyone got anything planned then?
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Keshawn Throws a Party
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Louisville—November, 2022 In the middle of October, Keshawn asked me to save a date in November. He was going back to Louisville and wanted to throw another hotel party for all his fuck buds down there. He wanted me to come down, since I’d enjoyed his earlier party, a birthday bash, celebrated with hot, horny men. It was to be a smaller group which was fine by me. I drove down early in the day and napped in my own hotel room across the river in Indiana. I crossed the bridge and was at his hotel right at 9pm… Keshawn, naked but for a jockstrap that barely keeps his big dick in place, answers the door and pulls me into a hug. There is a naked Bear on the far bed, watching the television. We nod to each other. I recognize him from the last gathering here. I strip down myself. In a matter of minutes, four more guys arrive. One is a grey haired total top who I remember from the last group. He arrives with a cute Latin man I had let suck my cock for a long time at the birthday party. We smile at each other as they strip down. Two more arrive: a hot man in his 30’s, who Keshawn tells me is versatile and a Daddy Top a few years younger than me. In moments, the seven of us are naked. The Bear is sucking Keshawn on the far bed. I am on the bed with the hot versatile. He is sucking the Top he arrived with. The other two are making out on the couch in the corner of the room. I lean down and begin to lick Hot Versatile’s bubble butt. He squirms and makes a sound of pleasure around the cock in his mouth. I redouble my efforts to get Hot Versatile wet and ready. Keshawn is now bent over and getting fucked by the Bear. I hear it before I turn around to see it. The Bear has very little stamina—in moments he shoots in Keshwan’s hole. I leave Hot Versatile and move to do some felching—just 15 minutes into the group. The Bear watches me slurp his sperm out of Keshawn—and then says his goodbyes and gets dressed. Keshawn sucks me for a bit, after I have eaten my fill. He leaves me really wet so I can fuck in the remains of the load in his ass. It feels great as I glide in. Keshawn is on all fours. I can watch Hot Versatile ride the Top he was sucking as I fuck Keshawn. The other pair is behind me, but I can hear that oral has given way to fucking. I look over my shoulder and the Latino is taking daddy dick, bent over the couch, pushing his ass back to meet every stroke of his fucker. The next 30 minutes is a blur. Everyone changes partners every few minutes. Everyone is sucking or rimming and occasionally fucking. I fuck the Latin guy. He is super tight, even though he has been opened up by the other two tops. “Get him ready for me,” says Keshawn, in a whisper that the Latin is meant to hear. I fuck the kid hard, before Keshawn takes his turn. I sink to the floor to watch the fuck. The Latin is on all fours. Keshawn is standing on the bed, straddling his ass and sinking his cock into the Latin. I can’t take my eyes off that massive ebony cock splitting open the paler ass I was just in. The black hair in his ass crack is now matted with sweat, lube and precum. It clings to Keshwan’s cock. I bend and touch my tongue to the underside of Keshawn’s cock, licking it—and the Latin’s puffy ass lips. Both men groan—knowing just what I’m doing… * I am lying on the bed. Hot Versatile is sitting on my face, beating his cock, as I eat out his freshly fucked hole. When he is ready, he moves down and begins to ride my cock, impaling himself in on slow but continuous move. It’s the second or third time I’ve been up him, but this time he is in control of the fuck. He takes me to the root, grinding his ass into my pubes when he has ever millimeter inside his slippery, wet chute. “Fuck!” he groans. Keshawn stands next to us, watching and stroking his own wet cock, that has been in everyone who takes dick. Suddenly, he steps up on the bed and sits on my face. I am almost in overload. His ass is hot and wet and been fucked by the four tops here. My cock is being gripped by an ass that knows how to squeeze and milk me with each stroke. Just as I think I might cum, Keshawn stands up and Hot Versatile pulls off me to offer his hole to Keshawn. I look over to the other bed. The Grey Haired Top is loading the Latin. I move around to give room to Keshawn and go clean up the top, before felching another load… * A new arrival has come in. He’s my age, good looking and versatile. Mike says he met me at the last party, but I honestly don’t remember him. I love how, the moment he’s naked, he instantly takes charge of Keshawn’s ass. His cock is big but not huge. I watch it fuck into my friend. I love the color contrast of his pale white dick plowing deep into the chocolate color of Keshawn’s butt. Mike pulls out. “Lick me clean. I know you want it.” I do want it. I can’t get enough. He let’s me suck him to the root twice before he pulls out of my mouth and goes back into Keshawn’s ass. “Stay there, I’ll feed you some more.” I stay on my knees next to them. Not that there is any place I’d rather be. Mike pulls out again. I clean his dick of all the juices he pulled from Keshwan’s ass. He grabs the back of my head and pushes my face into Keshawn’s wet ass crack. He holds me there as I lick and suck out Keshawn’s butt. In moments, he pulls me out—and kisses me… * The other all top cums deep inside Hot Versatile. I do more felching and fucking. Mike is right there to watch. We kiss. I surprise him by snowballing some of the load I have just licked out of Hot Versatile. It’s just the four of us in the room now, Keshawn, me, Mike and the Latin. Mike and I switch fucking off on fucking the other two—both of us tasting dicks as they are pulled from butts. The Latin begs off for a break. Mike goes back up Keshawn. “You need to fuck me,” says Mike, reaching back and pulling his right cheek to the side. I am right there—but with my tongue first. I let him fuck and use my tongue to impale him on the backstroke. Soon enough I slip my shiny wet cock into his ass. He stops fucking and just holds in place, deep inside Keshawn. I fuck him hard. Hard enough to make it feel like he is still fucking Keshawn. When I pull out, Mike swings around and tastes his own ass on my cock. Now I have three asses to rotate through. I make them all kneel on the bed: Latin at the foot, Keshawn and Mike next to each other on the side. I fuck the Latin, pull out and move to Mike, then Keshawn…and then repeat it by going back the opposite way. The next time, Mike joins me as top, each of us switching off on the arched asses. Mike suddenly spasms. “Fuck!” He is filling up Keshawn’s hole with cum. I want to taste it—but that thought makes me need to shoot. I push into Mike’s ass—as he is still marinating in Keshawn’s butt. It is just a matter of a few strokes, before I leave cum dripping from him. Keshawn groans—and rolls out from under both of us and sprays his massive load onto the two of us… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Throws a Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 18, 2022 -
ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 8
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Installment number Eight of what was probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, as did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - with Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the guesthouse with his revealed to be former partyboi husband Charlie), Karl and the other Houseboys and the skinhead Manager Zar. Then an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – shows up in time for the party. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story after the storm-caused power failure, and a 'live sex performance' with the manager... “So, guys,” I said. “That was one for the books. Well, Zar, does that make up for a couple of years of us NOT hooking up?” “Damn straight it does,” Zar replied, while Vice snarked “Watch who you’re calling a damn straight…” which just made Zar and I bust out laughing. “Gotta say that was wickie hawt.” Vice continued. “Never thought I’d been part of something like that – you two had me on fire!” “Pleased to be of service,” I replied, holding my hand out to Lou – who appeared out of the shadows somewhere – so that he could help me up. “My goodness,” Lou gushed while bro hugging Vice. “Untapped depths, Yo, untapped depths. Impressed.” Vice just smiled back while we all went to clean up a bit before starting up more adventures – it was barely past midnight, so much more to do!!! AFTER MIDNIGHT – ASS-IMILATION RESISTANCE IS FUTILE After hitting the communal bathroom and cleaning up a bit Lou, Vice and I went back to my room for some liquid refreshment and a recharge of our enhancements. The rain was still humming against the window as I peeked out into almost total blackness – only an occasional flicker of a candle in a few distant windows let us know there was even a town still out there. No buildings we could see had electricity back yet, and I wondered if anyone else was having as much fun being blacked out as we were here! Lou had gotten out one of his waterpipes and filled the bowl as Vice was pulling some drinks out of my cooler then closing it quickly so it wouldn’t let too much of its coolness out, while I restarted my laptop using the battery power to play some more of my bb porn. With the door cracked open only a foot or so opening away from the bed, we three kicked back side-by-side with me closest to the door, Vice in the middle and Lou on the far side. Since no one peeking in could see the head of the bed we were fine with passing the bong back and forth, taking hits and shot-gunning each other, laughing and casually playing with each other’s cocks and nips as we watched the porn and chatted softly about our experiences so far. I was amazed at how comfortable Vice remained with everything that was happening and noticed his hands roaming around as much if not more than Lou’s or mine. Lou was obviously of the same mindset as he raised his eyebrows at me several times when Vice groped him. “So how was getting fucked by Zar with that big P.A. of his on?” Lou asked as I was taking a big rip off the pipe. “He sure as hell didn’t have THAT when we were back in High School. Did you like it?” Holding up a finger to indicate ‘wait a second’, I leaned over to Vice and locked lips, blowing my cloud into him and getting a bit of tongue action back, Vice then blew out our shared cloud. Sitting back up I answered Lou. “I actually enjoy being fucked by a guy who has a BIG piercing, it’s the little ones that I don’t like – too much like having a cheese slicer shoved into your hole. But Zar’s was really nice and big and he does throw a hot fuck. Great ass on him too…” “Great ass!” Vice agreed nodding, blowing out his own big hit. “Great ass.” Then looking a bit sheepish followed that with “not as amazing as YOURS is J, but great, yeah…” I chuckled at how fervently he didn’t want to insult me in any way, it was so cute. “Well thank you man,” I replied. “Good to know you still think that way since you are becoming quite the connoisseur of fine male ass…” Both guys laughed and as Lou put the bong on the table to cool, Vice said “yeah man it’s wickie hawt, but I still need more comparison!” As we watched porn and stroked each other, Lou told us about his adventures after we separated. He wound up on the third floor with Tom and Ed, where he fucked both of them, but he spent far more time talking about each of them fucking him and how good it felt. I noticed Vice kind of hanging on every word and scrutching his ass around a bit on the bed. I made sure to NOT point this out to him as Lou went on to describe his next encounter with the two Leather guys from Quebec, and again while he fucked both of them, he spent more time on describing each of them taking his hole and Vice was still rapt listening to the admittedly very hot description Lou was giving. “And J-Man, if you liked Zar’s big P.A. up your hole wait until you hear this. The bald guy Marcel’s cock is about 2 inches longer and thicker than Zar’s and it made this top guy wanna turn full-on bottom-slut with the way he got me wound up from inside out. You just gotta try him, J, you will not regret it… he made my hole sing hallelujah man!” Lou went on with his ecstatic recounting of how it felt and I was realizing it seemed a little forced as he kept emphasizing it while rubbing Vice’s leg. Vice for his part seemed to be oblivious to Lou’s hand now reaching between his legs until Lou went a little to far in his comments, “yeah, too bad you are missing out on half the fun there, bro, you’d be amazed what a good hard tool can do to your insides…” Vice pulled up his legs quickly and shook his head as if to clear it, asking “Hey J Daddy, could I have some of those grapes?” The moment was blown by Lou being just a bit too eager. As I went for the grapes I was now in full view through the door and noticed someone was standing outside in the shadow. It took me a moment to realize who it was, and then my cock (which due to the injection earlier was going to be semi-hard at least for several more hours) swelled from semi to rock hard. It was the guy who looked like an Arabian Prince that we saw earlier with his stuck-up nasty boyfriend. He smiled at me from the dark with his perfect white teeth. I indicated for him to step in – he did, looking around at me, the porn, Vice and Lou, the water bong, out over his shoulder, returned to the bong, then back to me. “Join us?” I asked. He nodded, and this time I closed the door over. I introduced myself and the other two while I returned to getting more refreshments and he let us know his name was Rahman, but Americans usually just called him Rocky. “I am sorry for before,” he said as I was passing Vice the grapes. “You mean your boyfriend?” I replied. He nodded and sighed saying “he can be kind of an idiot sometimes; I wish he would not be.” “It happens… we weren’t TOO insulted.” Lou said, then took a pointed hit off the bong wanting to gauge Rocky’s reaction, I guess. “Where is your boyfriend, by the way?” I inquired, as Lou let out his hit, indicated the bong, and passed it to our new guest when he nodded his head again. Rocky took the bong which was still filled with lots of vapor in the chamber and sucked it in without lighting the torch. Closing his eyes for a moment, he opened them and blew out a nice cloud. “He was annoyed by all the noises coming from around us so he took an Ambien, put on a sleep-mask and some ear plugs, and is sound asleep now and will be until well after dawn.” He paused, looking a bit puzzled and said, “that is NOT what I thought it was. It’s very interesting, may I have some more?” Lou responded saying, “of course you can! Why don’t you get naked like us and join us for a while if you are not expected back? Our host here will show you how to heat the bowl – it is a bit different from a rig for hash if that’s what you were expecting…” Smiling that killer smile, our captive dropped his grey shorts, when he bent over to pull them over his feet, my head swam. I thought that ass was magnificent when covered with the shorts – it was god-like without. As I described before, he had a rugby player’s build – not tall but broad chested with cut pecs and nice nips, and thick muscular legs. His mahogany-colored skin was dusted with jet black hair all over – just the perfect amount of it in my opinion. The dropped shorts revealed a semi-chubbed circumcised cock, not long but thick. And then that ass, like two volleyballs lightly furred – a really big muscular butt that only seems to come from that part of the world. My tongue was hanging out as he crawled up onto the bed where we were now all sitting up either on our knees or with legs to one side or legs crossed over each other. He climbed past me, so he was between Lou and me in the circle. Composing myself, I took a rip from the bong, indicated for him to come close and nose to nose I went to shotgun him without touching lips but fortunately he pulled my head closer, letting me know he’d done this before, just not with Miss T. I got a nice snog out of him too. Then I handed him the glassware and held the torch for him while I showed him the best way to heat the bowl with it. He took a big hit and turned to Lou who leaned in and received his own shotgun from our hot new visitor. We had him hold onto the pipe and keep hitting it to “catch up to us some” while he passed his hits back to each of us in turn. You could see that Vice, Lou and I were completely hard with twitching cocks as they cloud circle went on. Rocky talked about how much he missed having sex with multiple men – when he first came from Saudi Arabia and found himself surrounded by gay men with whom he could have sex without fearing for his life, he went wild and fooled around extensively, but although he’d been promised an open relationship by his now lover of 4 years, somehow or other his partner Norton managed to cockblock or torpedo any chance he had of hooking up with others and it was making him crazy, not to mention that sex got very, very vanilla once Norton had gotten his hooks into Rocky apparently. “Well, while he’s dead to the world sleeping,” Vice began, “why not have some fun with us… what are your favorite things to do, or what have you been wanting to do but haven’t lately?” Seems that after admitting he desperately wanted group sex again, which we obviously could supply, Rocky wanted to get rimmed and get fucked as Norton only wanted him to be a top and paid no attention to Rocky’s butt at all. “Now THAT is a crime against nature!” I cried, “he needs to hand back his ‘gay card’ for that one! I’ll – we’ll - be happy to help you out. Are you prepped for that?” Rocky assured us that he had done so in the shower just before peeking in my room, hoping for exactly this kind of situation. “If you haven’t been rimmed in too long, we have a resident specialist,” joked Vice pointing at me. “Oh yes, please do me Daddy” Rocky whispered at me while getting on his knees at the edge of the bed. Pulling my cooler over to serve as a low stool, I sat and contemplated the work of art in front of me and once again thanked God for making me gay. Tracing around his hole with my fingertips, I muttered “Your husband must be delusional to not give this the attention it deserves!”. I bit and licked a bit on those glorious globes then took a big hit off the bong, passed it back to the other guys, then settled face first into that glorious ass and slowly exhaled the vapor as my tongue met his tight pink pucker and he began to moan as I began my campaign. Lou passed me Max Impact and a sock to spray it on, after huffing from the sock for a bit, I went right back to his opening and began to lick, suck, nibble, tongue fuck, tongue buzz, and basically make out with that hot tasty manhole for at least 10 minutes while Rocky moaned and squeaked in between taking bong hits and blowing them back onto Lou and Vice’s cocks as he alternated blowing them both. Finally, he was almost writhing on my tongue he looked back and groaned “Please, please, I’m ready, fuck me, fuck me now!” I said I didn’t have a condom if he needed one, and he said “no, I want to feel it raw again finally, just fuck me now, please?” Who could say ‘no’ to that? I stood up and we three turned him over onto his back. He grinned up at me, whispering “yes… please… now… need it…”. Lou gave him the Max Impact sock and he sucked on it for a minute while I lubed my straining cock. Then with the boys kneeling on either side of him, he looked up again at me and nodded his head as I put his legs on either of my shoulders. Slowly but surely, I sank my cock into his now greedy hole until my balls bumped against his and my pubes tickled his taint. “Yes….” he breathed as I let him get used to being filled again, then slowly pulled most of the way out, making him gasp, then ever so slowly driving back in. Vice spiked the torch and bowl and put the stem to my lips. Inhaling deeply, I held the hit, leaned down and began to kiss him deeply as I also started to grind my cock in a circle in his hole then as we disengaged, I began a steady in-out in that incredible too-long ignored manhole, and as he exhaled our shared smoke he began to both laugh and cry saying “too long” and sighing as I picked up speed. Lou and Vice got in on the action, sometimes sucking on Rocky’s short thick cock, or sucking and tweaking his nips, offering him their cocks to suck or their asses to rim, sometimes making out with me or each other or Rocky, sometimes standing on the bed offering me their cocks to suck or ass to tongue as I continued my mission to give Rahman a great fuck to make up for his years without. “Damn J-man, you know how to throw down an amazing fuck – you could be our professor of fucking at Tweaker University” Lou joked at one point, with Vice following that with “Unbelievably hawt, Daddy J.” I looked over at him and whispered, “Any time...” and he winked at me. Rocky, hearing Vice’s nickname of the day for me, picked up on it and in moments when his mouth wasn’t full started in with “Yes, oh yes Daddy J, please fuck your boy, fuck your son… please Daddy, fuck me.” Jeez! How did I wind up everybody’s daddy? Still, this was so damn hot, I was actually starting to get really into that… After a good long mind-blowing fuck, I wasn’t quite ready to shoot a load, but I was needing a breather, so I said I had to tap out, and Lou and Vice should get a turn while I caught my breath. So Vice sunk his cock into Rocky’s now opened hole and proceeded to plow away, while Lou and I got sucked and rimmed by either guy and we played with both hot guys nips and Rocky’s cock – so hot. Lou got up and behind Vice who felt a hard cock between his cheeks and pulled out quickly saying “your turn” to Lou, getting his own virgin hole away from the candyman’s trouser snake. Lou leaned down and tongued the hot slutty hole for a bit, then showed he had a big shard in his hand that after licking his finger, he inserted into Rocky to be followed immediately by his long dark brown cock. Rocky just moaned and growled and gasped as the fuck fest went on in a new configuration. I was sucking on Rocky’s cock and Vice was behind me rimming me, when Lou sped up saying he was about to cum… Rocky shouted back to him “Yes, yes, give it to me… give it all to me!” as Lou bucked in obvious orgasmic bliss and Rocky emptied his balls into my mouth. With Rocky and Lou still shaking and catching their breath, I was about to share the cum with Vice when I noticed we had a visitor. It was Marcel, the bald, hung, vascular leather guy from Quebec. His long cock was very hard from watching and the apricot sized head carried an enormous ring piercing just like Lou had told us. My god it was awesome. “Apologies for interrupting,” Marcel said in his sexy accent, “but we are in desperate need of refills on our supplies. Sebastian and I have a very hot scene going on in our room and we’d like another ball to make sure it keeps going. And please, all of you, I want you to join us immediately if you would.” We all looked at each other and obviously all thought the same thing – hell yes! I don’t think we could have stopped Rocky from going at that point as that booty bump had obviously kicked in and his hole was still ravenous. After a few whispers with Marcel, Lou said we’d all come up and he’d bring the 8-ball and ‘other stuff’ with him, keeping his promise not to do transactions in my room. Marcel slipped away saying “Room 38” as Vice, Rocky and I took a quick piss and Lou locked up the room. We started heading for the stairs, when I heard a familiar voice moaning something rather unexpected. “You guys head up, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes” I told them as I peeled off down the hall to the door of Kieran and Charlie’s room. Peeking in with just the emergency lights from the hallway lighting the room, I saw an unexpected but hot sight. There was my old buddy, Father Frank in the sling getting fucked while moaning “fuck me, yeah, fuck me!” This was VERY unexpected as Frank never bottomed as far as I knew and was proud of that. Miles the house boy was plowing him but looked up and saw me at the door and motioned me over. Keiran knelt and got my cock wet as Miles pulled out and they pushed me into his place with Kieran assisting on lining my cock up with the Priest’s up until now off-limits hole. I couldn’t help but smirk when I sank in for as hot as I thought Frank was, and how much we shared our fuck stories when we saw each other, he never played with me as I was well above the age he preferred for his extra-curricular activities. WELL above. Frank was almost yelling now, “Oh yeah, please, fuck my hole pound my cunt!” and then his eyes focused and he really took a look at who was fucking him, then he gasped “Ohhh, no!” “Oh yes,” I responded. “Dang, Frank, you’ve been holding out on me, this is a fine fuckhole you’ve got…” Actually, he had an untrained hole that he didn’t really know what to do with, so it would have been kind of just an ‘okay’ fuck had the circumstances not made it much hotter for me. He was shaking his head ‘no’ at the same time his hips kept thrusting back at me, muttering “Don’t… we shouldn’t… friends don’t…” (Now frankly I have always thought that viewpoint was absolute bullshit, there is no reason friends can’t fuck around and since I was a teenager the vast majority of my male friends who are gay or bi have also been either regular or occasional fuckbuds; both the guys who I knew prior to playing and the guys I met as tricks who became friends afterwards…) And it seemed like Frank was complaining with his head and his mouth only, while his body was absolutely NOT complaining. “Oh, I disagree Frank, I think friends SHOULD fuck, and often too,” I teased as I started a circular grind with my hips that made my cock in his confused hole really massage his prostate and caused him to yelp each time I hit it. “Of course, if you’d rather that I stop…” I stopped my grinding and started to slowly withdraw only to be stopped by his hands grabbing my hips and pulling me back in to the hilt. “Don’t stop. Keep going, please. I can’t believe we’re doing this but I want more…I hated it the couple of times I tried before, but now it just feels so good,” he whined. Smiling at him, I tweaked a nipple and started to fuck again. He gave a heavy sigh, “oh yes, that’s good, wow… yeah, even better than the boys…” “There’s a surprise,” I grumbled, ‘Experience does count you know.” He was almost purring now, “oh that’s so amazing but you can’t tell my husband about this.” “Don’t worry, I will never tell Terrance about this, I promise” I said. “Or your husband, don’t tell him!” I chuckled, “Now that I’m sorry I can’t promise, but I can make HIM promise not to tell your hubby…” he looked a bit dubious so I continued, “don’t worry, and if it makes you feel better, I will let you fuck me later for as long as you want.” Frank smirked back at me saying “You know I think I will take you up on that…” I knew that a couple of guys were now lined up behind me, so I gave him two minutes of pounding hard bunny fucking, then leaned down, kissed him soundly (which he responded well to) and slowly pulled out saying, “we’ll continue this later, you have more admirers…” “I’ll hold you to that” he called after me as I headed out, then I heard “oh fuck yes, that’s good,” as Charlie took my place. I chuckled a bit and trotted quickly back to my room to add some additional leather items to what I had on – a big chrome taint-tickler cockring, two thick leather biceps straps for either arm, and my black leather master’s cap, and headed upstairs, stopping in the third-floor bath to piss and give my cock a quick soap and rinse, gargled some of the supplied mouthwash, then headed to room 38. I slipped in through the cracked door into what was the largest guest room in the place, at least the largest I’d been in. With the electricity still out, the only light came from a laptop running on batteries like I had been doing down in my room, and it was showing some serious fisting porn. Looking around there were leather and metal clad male forms in all directions. I saw Lou, Zar, Tom, Ed, Vice, Rocky, Marcel and his husband Sebastian, and one older guy I didn’t know who looked hot in all his leather, clamps and piercings. There was a lot of groaning and heavy breathing going on, I noticed. Sebastian was riding Vice cowboy style, Lou was balls deep in the hot older guy, and Rocky was being fucked by Marcel who turned and noticed me. “Yes, we are complete now – you must catch up! Let’s get this Daddy caught up with his three boys, yes?” He indicated a couple of loaded points on the nightstand. “Your boys and the rest of us have pointed, now it’s your turn. Do you do yourself, does one of your subs do you or would you prefer our assistance?” I was a bit surprised, on a number of levels - after all, Rocky had literally just blown his first T clouds and now he’d pointed already? Still slamming his butt back onto Marcel’s cock, Rocky smiled at me and purred,“I cannot believe how hot this is, I love this stuff!” The rest of my surprise and amusement came from the fact that Marcel and his crew assumed that I was Master and Daddy to my own crew of sub sons that consisted of Rocky, Lou and Vice. All right, so who’s to argue? I decided to play up to their assumptions and for the rest of the encounter I played Daddy/Master to the hilt even when bottoming; and as you’ll see, that turned out to be a good thing later. I answered Marcel’s question with “I usually prefer an admin from one of my boys, but since they’ve already done theirs, I’d prefer a steadier hand if one of you would?” “Gary will, he’s a nurse,” Marcel said, indicating the older dude I didn’t know. I was ordered to sit on the edge of the bed, Marcel pulled out of Rocky and Gary tapped out on Lou, and even Sebastian got up off of Vice. Hardly missing a beat, Tom sat on Vice’s cock, Ed rolled under Lou to get plowed and Zar slipped into Rocky’s now vacant hole. I chose the lower of the two doses offered, and while Marcel sat opposite me holding my knees, Sebastian lit the torch and pressed a pipe to my lips as I inhaled the smoke, Marcel wrapped the tourniquet while Gary alcohol swabbed me, checked the point, and muttered “not hard to find a vein on this guy… you ready man?” I nodded, breathing out a cloud and inhaling another. I felt the prick, “tell me if anything is off…” Gary continued. It wasn’t and he got a flash, then said “hang on!” as he injected me. Pulling my arm up, he snapped off the tourniquet. My breath caught, and surprisingly since I’d already been partying a good amount, I coughed hard a few times. “Wow, wow, wow – damn!” was all I had to say. It was a very good rush and after a minute or two, Sebastian stuck poppers under my nose, commanded me to sniff, then pushed me backward onto a pillow while his husband Marcel pulled my legs closer to him, leaving my ass hanging off the bed until he pushed my legs up further and steadily sank his long, lubed, monster dick with the huge P.A. into my now starving-for-attention manhole. I was flipped onto my back and managed to get out “Oh fuck that’s amazing!” before getting a shotgun from Sebastian, followed by Gary straddling me and lowering his hot sweet hairy hole down onto my face. My cock was throbbing hard on my abs and just as my tongue began to do its work on Gary’s silky hole, I felt a hand smearing lube up and down my cock and then a warm tube enveloping it as someone (found out it was Sebastian) sank their chute down my shaft and began to work his muscles on my cock like he was milking a cow. Nirvana! I was definitely in my happy place with my tongue fucking a hairy hole, my cock up a hairy hole, and a really long thick pierced cock up my hole. Very much ‘Lucky Pierre’. The sex that went on in that room for the next hour and a half was hot, varied, kinky, sweaty, delicious but also fast-paced – it was probably due to the effects of everyone’s slam, but no position or grouping lasted more than a few minutes each before a new pattern developed. So – at least briefly in some cases, longer in others – I had my tongue in every single ass in the room and sucked every cock, my cock was in every throat in the room, and had my cock in every ass except Vice and Marcel, had my fist in Marcel (he only took fist, not cock, and topped otherwise) Sebastian, Gary, and Tom. Double fucked Rocky with Ed. My own ass had every single guys tongue in it at some point, and about half of the cocks, though Marcel kept the record for the most amazing feel in my hole. I rode a double headed dildo with Zar and was briefly double fucked myself by Tom and Lou. All throughout, Vice managed to keep everything but a few tongues away from his ass despite the clear sign of his left only armband. Marcel, Sebastian and Gary kept trying to finger him, or rubbed their cocks on his ass while passing, and anytime the pipe or poppers got passed to him there were comments about “the inevitable” and “surrender” that I could see were making him a bit uncomfortable. Lou on the other hand seemed to encourage the teasing. Finally, after we had just shared a couple of seriously big clouds back and forth between us, Vice and I were standing side by side fucking two of the guys on their knees on the bed. While we were still kissing from passing our last hit, I felt something thin and lubed slipped into my hole and heard a squeak from Vice. A warm wet buzz informed me that I’d been booty-bumped, and it seemed Vice had too. Hands started groping our nips from behind as cocks were rubbed in our cracks. Vice looked a bit panicked and kept trying to protect his hole and redirect the inquisitive dick. I could tell he was uncomfortable and decided to intervene. “STOP.” I growled. “That’s MY boy and his ass is mine! I will say if, when and where he gets fucked AND if and when I’m ready to share that hole with anyone else. UNDERSTOOD?” “Sorry, Daddy,” Sebastian gulped. “My bad. We’ll try and keep hands off, but this ass is just so fuckable…” “And MINE,” I hissed as I slipped out of my bottom and got behind Vice. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I pulled myself up against him protectively – which left my hard slippery cock pressed vertically against his crack. Vice continued a slow screw of his bottom (I think it was Zar…) while I tweaked his nips and playing the role to the nines. Licking behind his ear I asked, “You okay now baby boy? No worries, I got you. Daddy’s got you…” “That’s much better, Daddy J, thank you…” my erstwhile straight buddy replied as he rolled his hips back into me with his fuck motions. Unintentionally? Or was he intentionally trying to drive me and my rock-hard tool insane? “Damn. You are one lucky boi,” Sebastian said to Vice, who shocked me with his reply “I know, he’s the best Daddy and treats me right”. Kissing each of us on the lips, Sebastian again apologized to both of us for “crossing the boundaries.” I would have laughed at his earnestness, but I was having problems right at that moment keeping myself sane and not ravishing my newbie buddy. Drama done; the others all turned back to whatever sexual act they were in the midst of while I started to back away, only to have Vice reach behind himself and pull me back, returning my chest to full contact with his back and my cock laying in the channel of his crack. Stunned but pleased, I continued twisting and pulling on his nips. Vice looked back at me with an expression I couldn’t quite fathom and whispered “Get me out of here, J, I can’t…” I put my finger up to his mouth and began to pull him to the door. “We need to take a piss and get a little air,” I announced to the room in general. “We’ll be back.” Once outside, closing the door behind me, I began, “I am SO sorry dude they were out of line… but I have to tell you, it’s a good thing we stopped because in another minute or two I was going to lose control and my cock would have been in your ass.” “Good,” he replied grabbing my hand and pulling me down the stairs. I started to stammer and he continued, “Shut up now. I can’t resist anymore, I gotta find out what this feels like. Lou keeps telling me ‘it’s inevitable’ and that he’ll have me before the weekend is out – and that excites me in some ways and pisses me off in others, just assuming I’m gonna roll over…” We had reached the door to my room, and I fumbled the key into the lock as he continued babbling, “well okay, maybe it is inevitable, but if it is then I choose who goes first and it’s gonna be the dude who told me how much he wanted to, but wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want, and protected me and didn’t just assume, but waited for me…” we’d gotten into the room and I was locking the door behind me as he concluded, “and with all our clouds, and bumps, and the slam and watching all these dudes love getting fucked, that last booty bump pushed me over the fucking edge. But I wanted YOU to do it… FUCK ME NOW!!” I almost shot right then. I got lube and poppers and Max and the pipe and torch out in record time, and popped the porn back on my battery-powered laptop in case he wanted to be distracted from getting his cherry popped. “How do you want it? On your knees facing away from me, riding me, or on your back face to face. Lighting the torch and rolling the bowl, I was excited to hear “face to face”. “My favorite,” I growled. “I’ve figured that out all by myself,” was the retort, but with a smile. I took a huge rip, locked lips with him and transferred it to his lungs, then knocked him backwards onto the bed with his legs off the side. As he blew out the cloud, I handed him the pipe and commanded him to hit it. I put a pillow under his head, another under his butt, and one on the floor directly below. I asked him to hold the pipe so I could take a big hit, and did so, sinking to the floor. I put my face right into that incredible ass and slowly exhaled into his pucker, then began to tongue fuck him, while he moaned and blew a few clouds of his own. I began to finger him with lube, giving him a bit of stretch until he loosened a bit. “Please fuck me already Daddy!” I indicated the poppers bottle and while he took a hit I lined myself up and began a slow insertion. “Push out,” I instructed, and my head popped in and his eyes bugged out. I went in stages, he started panting when I was halfway in, and after a rest he nodded and I sank slowly to the hilt. “Oh gawd, oh gowd, oh gowd… slow… NO don’t pull out… that… that… that’s freakin weird… ow… *gasp*… oh gawd, what was THAT, oh yeah, that again… damn, J, damn… this IS good… holy shit, can’t believe I’m letting my self get fucked and …. Ungh… damn… I like it… yeah go man, let’s go Daddy”. It was a sight to see. The number of emotions that played all over his face were amazing – fear, a bit of pain, confusion, surprise, puzzlement, more surprise, tentative smile, surrender, enlightenment, arousal, defiance, more arousal, pleasure and hunger. It was a veritable silent movie on his face as he gave me his cherry and found himself going wild for it. “Fuck!” he gasped, “now I know what you guys see in this. Wickie hawt. Never felt anything like it – yeah, harder, that feels really good!” I began a twisting motion that appeared to really hit his joy button, and he went wild, bucking underneath me, wrapping his legs around my back and pulling me deeper into him, then pulling my face down and raping my mouth with his tongue. That was some of the hottest making out I’d done in years, the enthusiasm level on his part was off the scale. We made out like animals as his hands traveled all over me, pulling and squeezing my nips, smacking my ass, rubbing my shoulders and pecs and lats, all the while his all but forgotten fat uncut linguica was rock hard and rubbing against my abs. Slowing but not stopping he indicated the pipe, which I passed to him while I held the torch, we traded a few hits, then put it down, and he looked up at me with a smirk, “Do it J-man, do me the way I saw you do a few of those dudes the last two days, the ones you let yourself go wild on. Go wild on me Daddy, I want it NOW.” For all the world sounding as commanding as I did earlier, his attitude turned me on incredibly, and we were back to that passionate pounding with desperate hands touching, feeling, squeezing, teasing everywhere on each other’s bodies. I pushed his legs up over my shoulders, licking and sucking his toes a bit as he moaned and cursed. He grabbed my oversized nips and pulled hard, which sent me over the moon, he continued to pull me down by my nips until our mouths met and our tongues pummeled each other with pleasure. When I really began to rabbit-fuck, adding a twist and grind with each in-stroke, he started bucking and writhing, and hyperventilating until he pulled me by the hips as far into him as possible. His mouth opened in a silent scream as I felt his cock release spurt after spurt of jizz, continuing its spasms even after there were no more cum spurts. “OH FUCK!” he hollered in the midst of it. Feeling him orgasm without touching himself, hearing that orgasmic scream put me right on the edge. As he was still panting from his release, he must have noticed my expression, and urged me on – “Do it daddy, fuck your boy, yeah blow it into me, shoot it daddy J!” At which point, I did. Shoot, that is. Lots. We stayed connected, catching our breath. “Good?” I queried. “Unbelievably good – can’t believe I did that… what the fuck?”. “Regrets?” I asked, concerned. “No. Well, yes…” I looked down as he smirked, “I regret not having tried it earlier!” We were in the midst of thanking each other profusely – my for offering me his cherry, he for me waiting for him to want it then doing so well – when a key turned in the lock and Lou peeked around the doorframe. “Finally.” He commented. “Thank you, J-man, you are impressive.” “Daddy-J is a master of his art” (which he pronounced ‘ahhhT’) replied Vice to Lou, “now shut up, get in here and fuck me!” -
ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 7
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Installment number Seven of what was probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, as did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - along with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the Ranch guesthouse with his supposedly more vanilla husband Charlie), German student Karl the Houseboy and the skinhead Manager Zar. Then an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – shows up in time for the party. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on that stormy Friday night after the guesthouse doors were locked and as Charlie was getting his “revenge” that his hubby was loving, the orgy commences. Once again, apologies for the delay. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 7 “Hey,” little Seth pointed out, the big guy is getting left out – indicating Tom’s partner Ed, who as bears go was a real grizzly. “Easily solved,” I joked. Having Miles wrap his legs around my back, I stood up while still full in that tight ass (I was still in the shape to do this back then) turned and said to Ed “would you position that please?” Ed held his hard nice sized piece straight up while Karl held poppers under my nose, and I sat down on the big bear’s cock and huge thighs, all while lean lanky Miles was still impaled on my tool. “Are we crushing you?” I asked Ed over my shoulder. His cock pulsed twice in my ass as his deep voice rumbled “Only in the best way man.” More pipe and more clouds ensued while we began the sex in a relaxed casual way. The evening was just getting started. FRIDAY NIGHT: FUCK STORM This grouping in my room lasted about 20 minutes as we all blew clouds and fucked. Miles, after about 10 minutes, asked to switch so he could top, I agreed and he stood up, followed by me, and then Ed stood as well: I looked back at him in surprise. “You don’t want Miles to sit on that?’ I asked. “No offense Miles, you’re a hot little fucker,” Ed replied. “But I am always the top at home – how about you fuck our host, and he fucks me?” “Hell, yeah!” I responded, turning Ed around and pushing his chest onto the bed, leaving his plump hairy butt exposed. Still standing myself, I bent at the waist to dive face first into his crack. Ed had a beautiful hole, and that beefy manly ass was just what I was wanting after a bit of twink overload! I indicated to Tom to pass me the lube and Max Impact, and I felt him slip a crystal into my hand along with the lube. Leaning forward but not letting Lou’s cock out of his hole, Tom held a cloth with the Max at his husband’s nose and mouth and Ed began to suck on the cloth, then moan once I slipped that rock into his manhole with the lube. “Help him have a good time I can’t give him,” Tom whispered in my ear, then sprayed more on the cloth and had me huff. Moving forward, I slipped my cock pretty easily into that daddy-ass and tossed “Come on in Miles, the water’s fine” to the young southern jock twink behind me. I barely said the words when I felt the kid slowly push his pud into my own hole. The three of us started to moan and and throw a wild, rough, hard bumpy standing fuck between the three of us. The rest of the houseboys were actually cheering Miles on and commenting that they had no idea he was such a good top – in the midst of my pleasure, I chuckled a bit thinking things down in the houseboy bunkroom might be a bit different from now on, and that Miles might be really exhausted by the time the season was over. Meantime, Ed’s hole was a delight – big muscular and hairy, plus he was tight from not being topped often but did have some muscle control he used on me quite well. I was really pleased with this start to the evening. Activity continued while this was going on, and little Seth was now riding Vice’s cock while Karl took a spin with Father Frank. That was fun to watch out of the corner of my eye because Karl was actually bigger than the good priest but Frank seemed like even if he were crushed to death, he'd enjoy every second. Seth paused and stood up, saying “Mister J, it’s really stuffy in here and I can’t breathe, can I open…” As he moved toward my window to perhaps crack it or something, a bright white flash followed immediately by a roll of deafening thunder shook us all, and Seth nearly jumped out of his skin, letting out a fightened squeak the rest of us couldn’t help laughing at. Lou piped up, “Leave the window be. Let’s join the others outside, and let me and J-man lock up this room for a bit to air it out.” Amazingly, they all acted right away, getting up, using some wetwipes on various holes and asses, and started to head out. Tom and Ed made me promise to hit their room later, which I was all in favor of. Karl and Seth pulled Vice along with them while Lou and I promised Vice we’d catch up with him shortly. Father Frank had Miles in tow, and from the way Miles was sizing up Franks ass, the kinky padre might have been in for a real surprise… I thanked Lou for getting the guys moving, as I really wanted to indulge in the variety offered out in the rest of the guesthouse. He agreed as we took a couple of puffs before locking away the pipes, and putting caps and tops on lube and such. Lou suddenly said, “You know my man, you’ve done an amazing job with our boy Vice, I can’t believe he’s here doing this and seems totally comfortable with it…”. “It is pretty hot.” I replied. “He’s a sexy guy whose never had any of his girlfriends compliment or appreciate him, and he seems to be open enough to allow himself to try something that most guys like him would consider off limits. He’s a nice guy and he’s been great company today, in all ways.” “I just wish you’d gotten him just a bit further, I gotta tell you the amount of time I’ve dreamt of tapping that fine Portuguese ass of his… so close, but still so far.” I told him I did not want to make Vice do anything he really didn’t want to and that he might just decide to give bottoming a shot if HE was allowed to make the decision after seeing so many guys take it and enjoy it and even crave it. “Just don’t push him, or he might never try it,” I concluded. “I will leave that in your capable hands,” Lou said as we both chugged some Gatorade and locked the door behind us. Both of us needed a piss, hit the bathroom quickly then went off in opposite directions, him up the stairs to the third floor while I wandered down to the first. The two front guest rooms had their doors open, and a fisting scene was going on in one of them, I was beckoned in by a guy I could barely see, and found myself side-by-side with Zar the manager as we sat on a bench working two beautifully open holes in front of us on their knees on the bed. I alternated hands and used all the twisting, slow turning, expanding and internal stroking in my repertoire and it looked like Zar had some damn good skills too. After about 15 minutes or so, the couple on the bed called for a break and Zar told me to follow him down to the staff area to wash the elbow grease and j-lube off. That’s where we found the houseboys Lorenzo and Noah had joined Karl and Seth in keeping our boy Vice entertained, and I chuckled as he mouthed “SAVE ME” while the boys were swarming all over his hot body. Zar and I got some Dawn dish soap and after a few minutes our hands and arms were dry and free of excess lubricants. Zar and the boys and Vice and I were taking a few puffs off of Zar’s monster water bong when the storm outside reasserted itself in rather dramatic fashion. Another huge boom of thunder was followed by a loud crackling sound from outside the building and then another loud BANG as we were siddemly plunged into complete darkness. “That had to be a transformer blowing out on Commercial Street,” one voice said, only to be followed by a muttered “No shit, Sherlock…” Zar was feeling around for his flashlight which he found quickly. And ran to the top of the stairs shouting at the top of his lungs “It’s just a blackout. We get them a lot. Stay where you are for a minute until the emergency lighting comes on, then continue with what you were doing. I repeat, continue with what you were doing once the emergency lights come on!” (It's true, by the way, Provincetown does get blackouts a lot (or it did in the 90s when I lived there and still did in 2006 when this party happened.) Zar came back down the stairs to the rest of us and asked us all to come upstairs so the houseboys could circulate and keep people calm. Personally, I thought most would barely notice the blackout, but better safe than sorry I suppose. Besides I was hatching an idea as I looked up the staircase to the main floor and saw an emergency light on at the landing. I asked Zar if there was one of those on each landing and he replied “of course”. “Then it’s time for our little show, isn’t it?” I smirked at him. “The third floor landing might as well be a stage in this lighting. Let’s take advantage of it…” Zar looked positively wolfish and nodded. I reminded Vice that he was going to help us put on a show, and he was all in except to remind Zar that he wasn’t getting fucked. Zar was fine with that so long as Vice fucked him! We grabbed a few necessary items before leaving the cellar and headed all the way up to the third floor. The landing there was visible from all the doors on the third floor, plus most of the doors on the second floor due to an open area for the stairwell and the fact that the landing was a good sized 5’x5’ or so, with a perpendicular step up on either side to the third floor hallway that was split with two narrow pathways along the stairwell opening until joining again into one wider hall past the floor opening. It was perfect. “Fake them out,” Zar whispered, “you fuck me first then I’ll flip to fuck you. And you,” he squeezed Vice’s cock, “you can fuck whomever is topping or have the bottom suck you or rim you. Yes?” We both nodded affirmatively in reply! Throwing down a thick towel on the landing, Zar got on his knees in the “spotlight” and started growling “Come on Daddy, you and your pet Straight Boy do me right…”. Now down on my knees, I rimmed him for a bit then slapped his butt a few tmes and got him to turn facing one of the single steps so that Vice and I could spit-roast him and everyone could see all three of us, all while Zar continued a loud twisty monologue about Daddy and the Straight Boy. Finally after a few minutes of me munching down on that pale skinny but tasty butt, I was ready, moving up closer behind him and with a touch of the lube we brought, sank my cock into him to the hilt in one maneuver. “Fuck yeah, Daddy, that’s the way, wreck this hole!” By this time, Vice had come around to Zar’s face, knelt, and pushed his cock into the skinhead’s mouth with it’s tongue piercing, saying “That’s MY Daddy, not yours, pig, now shut your trap, start sucking and take that fuck like a man!” If that wasn’t so hot coming out of Vice I probably would have laughed my ass off and lost my stride, but the scene was smoking enough that it just added. I will admit I raised an eyebrow at Vice while Zar hoovered that cock into his mount. Vice whispered “Just sayin the shit they say on all those pornos we watched…”. I covered the bark of laughter I wsnted to let loose by playing up the RP we’d fallen into, nodding and saying out loud. “yeah cocksucker, if you ever want to join my boy and me as another son and brother, you’d best listen to him and me, and be the best whore ever… cause this is exactly where you want to be, am I right? AM I RIGHT??” He briefly pulled off of Vice and said “Fuck yes! Fuck I want to join your family of boys!”. Soon, Vice pulled his cock from Zar’s mouth and standing offered it to me, so I sucked him while I continued pounding hole. I switched Zar onto his back and we shared Vice’s tool between our mouths, then Vice sat on Zar’s face while I commanded him to “Rim that straight ass…” before sucking Vice down my throat. Then Vice pulled away, turned around and got on his knees facing away from me, dropping his hard tool into Zar’s panting mouth and offering me his beautiful ass to eat. “That’s my good boy, giving me his hairy straight ass to eat… That straight ass is mine, isn’t it boy?” “Yes, Daddy! Its yours! Tongue my hole!” While I was super turned on, I have to admit the professional actor in me was thinking, “Damn, the kid’s good, he should consider the Stage…” After a few minutes of this Vice stood (having whispered something to Zar) and came around behind me, dropped and started eating my hole with gusto. “Do it bro,” Zar hissed. “Get Daddy’s hole ready for me!” I thought I heard a bit of a stir from the crowd we had watching, they were totally caught up in our Role Play. Vice tongued me violently as I continued to slam my cock into Zar, until with a roar, I blew a load up his incredibly talented hole. After a minute or so of me catching my breath, I said “Okay, Daddy’s ready boy, prove you are worthy!” I sucked his long thin white cock with the really big P.A. for a minute or two, then stood, grabbed the railings on either side of the stair I was facing and bent my self over while standing. I could see through my legs that Zar was lubing that cock of his up while he tongued my ass a bit. Vice moved around toward my head, and once Zar had inserted the metal piercing and he head of his cock and began sliding into me, Vice got under me and sucked my cock into his mouth getting me hard again! Those watching were groaning and murmuring almost as much as we three were. Vice then got up again and moved back around Zar while lubing his big tool and then pushing it hard into Zar starting us into a threeway standing fuck. Zar was nearly screaming “Yeah, fuck me straight bro, fuck me!” We eventually all sank to our knees where we continued the fuck and Vice’s wrapping his arms around Zar and yanking and tugging at the skinhead’s pierced nipples sent Zar over the edge and unloading into me while a minute or two later, with a “FUCK YEAH”, Vice unloaded in Zar. While panting like dogs on a hundred degree day, we all rolled into a sitting position on the towel while the guys watching hooted and clapped. “Thank you, thank you” I proclaimed in my “traimed theater voice. “Our show is now over. Please go fuck yourselves – in only the best ways possible!” That triggered an actual group laugh and those watching scattered back to their own sexual adventures. “So, guys,” I said. “That was one for the books. Well, Zar, does that make up for a couple of years of us NOT hooking up?” “Damn straight it does,” Zar replied, while Vice snarked “Watch who you’re calling a damn straight…” which just made Zar and I bust out laughing. “Gotta say that was wickie hawt.” Vice continued. “Never thought I’d been part of something like that – you two had me on fire!” “Pleased to be of service,” I replied, holding my hand out to Lou – who appeared out of the shadows somewhere – so that he could help me up. “My goodness,” Lou gushed while bro hugging Vice. “Untapped depths, Yo, untapped depths. Impressed.” Vice just smiled back while we all went to clean up a bit before starting up more adventures – it was barely past midnight, so much more to do!!! -
Chicago—May, 2022 After Zane left, Cowboy Boots and I had dinner together. As we waited for our Thai to arrive, I told him about an ad I’d seen on BBRT. The host wanted to do an actual sex party in a dimly lit room—not just host as a cumdump. We were excited. This is what we were missing on this weekend. I had stumbled on it once, but I wanted another session. When we got back from dinner—I got the details from the host. It wouldn’t be long, maybe 90 minutes. We were to be there within 10 minutes of the start time. He was looking for all types of men and all positions. Cowboy Boots and I cleaned up and went downstairs at the appropriate time… The door is propped open. There are five men just beginning to fuck. The host, a beefy guy in his late 30’s or early 40’s waves us in. He looks familiar. (I later find out that we had fucked at the Nasty Kink Pigs’ Parties at CLAW several years ago.) He goes back to sucking the dick of the youngest man there, a cub in his 20’s. A 50-ish Top is stroking himself, watching the scene—I realize it is this man’s load I’d fucked in with the cumdump I bred on Thursday. A 30-ish guy with a great Mohawk and a PA, is getting fucked by porn guy Steve Sommers. (Steve and I had played (with Derrick and Jacob) a few IML’s ago.) Steve is hairy and hot. Cowboy Boots strips and gets on all fours on the double bed. The Top is drawn to his hot ass. He kneels and begins rimming him. The host, never taking the young one’s cock out of his mouth, moves to all fours so his ass is available to me. Perfect. I kneel and rim. We are directly across the bed from Cowboy Boots. As his Top rises to fuck him, so do I. I sink into the host. He makes the sexist groan around the young cock in his mouth. Steve pulls out of Mohawk. Mohawk swivels around and cleans his ass juices off Steve. I fuck the Host harder. I love the sound of my hips on his wet ass. CB’s Top pulls out. So do I. We nod at each other and walk around the bed to switch holes. We both go to our knees to taste the new holes in front of us. Soon we are plowing away with our different men. Mohawk is as versatile as Steve. He gets Steve bent over and eats him out. I watch as I fuck. Soon he stands and sinks into Steve. Now there are three of us fucking on three sides of the bed. More men come in—a couple I’ve seen at the side by side cumdumps. (Again, one man plays—the other strokes, watching his BF fuck.) The young guy moves from getting his cock sucked, to sucking the new arrival. A third man enters. He is already hard. I let him fuck CB. I kneel behind Mohawk and lick his ass crack on the backstroke. He groans and calls me a pig. He pulls out of Steve, steps to the side and pushes my face into the hairy crack he’s just been fucking. He holds my head in place—telling me to lick it all up. He finally lets go, telling me to fuck him with my big dick. I rear up and push my cock into Steve. He groans and tells me it’s bigger than he remembered. “You need to take it, too,” he tells Mohawk. This makes me fuck Steve harder. So much so he asks for a breather. The new men are fucking the Host and Cowboy Boots—trading off. The young one sucks any and every available cock. “Let me suck that thing,” Mohawk grunts out. He goes to his knees and tastes Steve’s ass juices all over my cock. I watch him jerk himself, his PA flopping, as he sucks me. He stands and slides into Steve once more. He holds, all his inches buried in the hairy ass, reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks. “Now fuck me,” he commands. I slide into him. I stand still and let him do the work of fucking into Steve and back on me. Soon he pulls out of Steve who rolls away to go fuck CB. I fuck Mohawk hard and fast. When I stop, I take his dick in my mouth. His PA is big, but not so big it gets in the way of my tongue. I love the sound of the slight clink on my teeth. We are a fucking free for all now. The Top fucks Steve and Mohawk. I go back to the Host and CB. I clean dicks as they present themselves. I do something with every man, but the voyeur boyfriend. Now the Host, with no new people arriving, calls time on us. We reluctantly pull our selves together and leave, all wishing we could have stayed longer… * Late Night I work on my computer, typing up the notes for the day. Cowboy Boots is entertaining in the bedroom, a tall, built Black man. On a whim I check in on them. “You giving me your ass, too?” the visitor asks. “Naw—but I want to suck your dick when you pull out.” I take out my dick and stroke as I kneel by the man fucking CB. “That’s hot,” he sighs. I watch his cock split Cowboy Boots open. His cock is the same size as mine—but in dark ebony hues. He pulls out and lets me suck him clean. He plows back into Cowboy Boots. “Fuck,” he groans. “I’m gonna cum—you gonna eat that, too?” I nod. He shoots, deep in CB. He marinates a long time. Finally, I get to clean his less sensitive cock. “Fuck him,” he urges me. I stand up and slide into the man’s cream pie deep in Cowboy Boots. I fuck a few strokes—and it sends me over the edge… * A few random IML notes: I did get a note on BBRT I was unable to follow up on: “I saw you in elevator last night and a huge fan of your blog. Would love to come suck you.” I think it was right after the piss party—and my cock was feeling spent—but now I wish I’d still met the reader. Another time! I also remember, on the first day of IML there were still non-leather folks in the hotel. I took the elevator down to the lobby with a bunch of men in full gear—while I was in my street dress of jeans, with just my wrist band on. A young mom and her 5 year old son got on, too. The little boy’s eyes were huge as he stared up at all these leather men towering over him. His gaze found me. I smiled. He looked at me—back at all the other guys—and back to me. He mustered a timid smile—to a friendly face in that sea of leather clad legs... The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML Sunday Night: An Orgy and A Breeding (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 8, 2022
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Hour by Hour 2--Fuck Party at Zane's
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—April, 2022 This picks up right where we left off in Part 1: …I stop fucking abruptly and pull out. He spins around and cleans my cock. He pulls off it, eyes shining and murmurs “Thank you, Sir” before he starts licking my balls… Two very young men arrive and begin making out on the couch as the Leather Blond slurps my cock clean. I ruffle his hair. Another daddy in a harness and red jock comes into the basement. “Use him hard,” I tell the guy and go up to the main floor. I refill my water bottle. Many more men have arrived. While stripped, they are still in social drinking mode. I go up one more flight and into the spare room. The bed is alive with two couples fucking. I stand and watch a bear getting long dicked by younger, trimmer shaggy haired guy. The other couple is a pair of rough around the edges twinks, dressed in high fashion jocks. The young man pulls out of the Bear. I lean down and clean his cock for him. He grins and says “You should fuck him.” I eat the hole the shaggy haired guy had just been railing. The Bear is very wet. Already. I pull the Bear to the edge of the bed so I can stand to fuck. I sink in easily. The Bear groans. The shaggy haired guy strokes, his eyes on my cock plowing the hairy hole. I work up to a faster rhythm. “Let me taste it.” I pull out of the Bear and Shaggy Hair cleans my cock. I slip it into the Bear again. SH moves to the floor. He squirms between my legs, his face in a place where he can lick my balls as I fuck. It’s hot—but cramped. But it is driving SH into full rut mode. He beats his bigger than average cock relentlessly as I fuck and he licks. I pull out and shove my dick into SH’s mouth. He cleans every inch of me before I push back into the Bear. “I’m gonna shoot,” moans Shaggy Hair. I pull out and step to the side. The young man bounces up off the floor and pile drives his cock into the ass of the Bear, just in time to explode. Shaggy Hair just keeps on cumming. The Bear groans. Shaggy Hair pulls out and lets me clean his cock once again. It a huge, young man’s load—and that’s just what is clinging to his cock. I save some in my mouth and spit it back on the Bear’s hole. “Fuck that into him.” It’s the harness guy I saw in the basement, now standing by the side of the bed. I grin and slap my cock on the wet hole. The Bear moans, happy to get a load so soon in the evening. I fuck it into him. Damn, his hole is awash with sperm. It is almost over lubed. It makes a wonderfully squishy noise as I fuck. Harness Guy has his dick out. I fuck for a couple of minutes before I ask if he wants a turn. “I love to fuck in load,” he says before sinking into the Bear. “Fuck, he’s full!” I nod. I don’t want to waste the cum on my cock. Another onlooker is happy to clean it for me. Harness Guy slaps the ass of the Bear and fucks him harder. I wonder if the ass full of cum is about to get more. Harness Guy, stops and pulls out—his dick frothy with another man’s jizz. The man who cleaned me gets to lick up a new dripping cock, as I clean up the frothy mess on the Bear’s hole before fucking him again. His hole is just as wet as before. Harness Guy and I trade off on the Bear onto he finally asks for a break to get off his knees. I clean up his hole a last time before letting him up… Hour Two Harness Guy and I go into the master bedroom together. I am surprised to see my rimseat in use. Last time, I was the only guy to take advantage of it. Two beefy bears are enjoying themselves, on and under it, passing a bottle of poppers back and forth. On the big bed there are three men, ass up. Only one is being used by a top I recognize from the party in August. Harness Guy and I fuck into the two available butts. The three of us fuck the offered asses. Our fuck strokes, after a minute or so, coordinate. Our balls are slapping into our respective butts at the same time. The tops look at each other. No one nods, but we all seem to just know that we want to change holes. I pull out of a bearish guy and slip into a much thinner man. Harness Guy is in the first person of color I’ve seen tonight. The first fucker goes there, and Harness Guy into my bear. We sigh, as contented as the men we are fucking. Harness Guy is now railing into the bearish guy at an incredible pace. The sound fills the room. We switch again. Each to a new partner. The chocolate colored man on my dick squirms in delight. “Fuck, you’re big,” he croons. All of us fuck contentedly. I feel hands on my nipples, reaching from behind. It’s Zane. He tweaks my nips and licks my ear. “Room for one more?” The kid I’m fucking nods, eager to share. Zane kneels on the bed and my guy squirms off my dick, spins around and guides it into Zane’s furry butt. He watches me fuck for a moment, and then begins to kiss Zane as I fuck him. The tops rotate again. And again. This time we are using Zane as third ass. The Black kid kisses or sucks one of the other men getting fucked. And just as fast as it formed, the group melts away—leaving Zane and I alone on the bed. “Lie down,” he tells me. I do. I hope I know what is coming. “Here you go…” Zane sucks my cock for a moment. Then he crawls over me, his furry chest rubbing mine. “I know you want it…” and he sits on my face. “Eat me out. There’s at least one load in there… The seal of his ass cheeks is tight. I can’t breathe—and I don’t want to, I just want the cum dripping out of his ass to never stop… At least one more installment to come… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour 2--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 6, 2022. -
Hour by Hour--Fuck Party at Zane's
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—April, 2022 Zane, my favorite Chicago scent pig, had been out of commission for a couple of months with some medical issues. To celebrate his return to sex, the three housemates threw another of their incredible house parties. The last one, in August, they really had to work to get guys to attend. This time, their entire mailing list of former attendees wanted to play. So many people RSVP-ed, the hosts were concerned about the number of men in the old Victorian at one time. I arrived early. I took the rimseat. All the prep of laying things out, furniture covers, etc had been done for the basement and all three upper floors of the house. So I chatted with the two guys I don’t know as well for a bit, with Zane for a little bit more and then went up to the third floor to nap until the start time. I knew it would be a late night and I had started the day at an ungodly hour… An Hour and a Half to Start Time I am lying on the only bed on the top floor. There is a sling here, too. The lights have a rheostat and are dimmed low and rather red. Zane has been up here fiddling with coordinating the house music off his computer. But he’s gone now. I am floating on that edge of being awake and fully going under. I have taken my boots off and unbuttoned my jeans. Maybe I drift away—for the next thing I know, Zane’s fragrant pit is covering my nose and mouth. I lick it, automatically, before I’m fully awake. He is straddling my chest—leaning forward, reveling in how my tongue is cleaning him. He moves, so we are mouth to mouth. He whimpers as he tastes himself on my tongue. His cock, under a bathrobe, grinds into my cock mound, only half hidden by my open Levi’s. The kiss goes on for a long time. I break it to sample his other pit. He has been in the shower, but I am still getting the essence of Zane on my tongue. We kiss again. Slow and deep. Zane breaks it this time as he unbuttons my shirt. He opens it—and leans in. He takes a deep breath. A long sigh—and his tongue begins to work. He laps at my right pit quite happily. “Kiss me.” He complies. It’s another long, deep kiss that makes my cock mound in my underwear. Zane reaches back and feels my hardening dick. “Let me say hello…” He moves down so he is sitting on my legs. He carefully takes my cock out of my black underwear. The head disappears into his mouth. I close my eyes and let him suck me. His tongue is busy, deep in my piss slit. I squirm and he is suddenly chuckling. He comes up and kisses me again. “I want to sit on that so bad—but I need to do another round in the shower.” Another kiss—a peck good bye—and he stands up and leaves. I close my eyes again, my cock hanging out… * I think I sleep. At least for a moment. My phone alarm goes off, telling me it’s time to change into what I’m wearing for the party. I go down a flight. I am spending the night in the guest room. I strip and do a quick shower. It’s a cool April night and I know the basement can be cold—so I opt for wearing my chaps. I add a wrist cuff and leave the harness in my bag. I stow all my clothes in the closet. I can hear the first guests arriving. Hour One I go down the stairs to the main floor. There are men everywhere in states of undress. Some are completely naked, but most sport a jock, a singlet, underwear or some piece of fetish attire. I find a bottle of water and take a look around. I am definitely among the eldest of the men. I recognize a couple from the piss party who are around my age. We chat for a bit. A guy in his early 40’s parades in front of us. He’s blond, with a reddish beard and a tight compact body. He is in a leather jock and harness. He looks at me, nods and goes around the corner to descend to the basement. I excuse myself to the couple—who tell me to use him hard—and I go down the stairs. The basement is dominated by a large double bed in the middle of the floor. There is a sling on either side—both affixed from the rafters. There is a twin mattress and a couch as other potential play areas. At this moment, we are alone. “Sir…” “Boy…” “I like your chaps.” I thank him. His eyes are all over my bulge. “I bet you like this more…” My hand cups my dick, growing under the stained fabric. “Yes, Sir.” “Show me.” I point to the floor in front of me. He kneels. I pull his face into the jock pouch. He does a quick intake of breath and lets it out slowly. I let go. He takes my cock out, looking at it, up and down, before it goes in his mouth. He tries for a deep throat and gags on it. The sound excites him. He tries again and this time takes me to the hilt. He pulls off me, with a sigh and begins sucking and licking the head. I am looking over his shoulder at a two tight, hairy ass cheeks. I let him get my cock good and wet before I tell him to kneel on the big bed in the middle of the room. I kneel and look at his twin mounds. They are covered in that light blond hair you can only see up close. I dive into his ass crack, spearing his pucker. It gives way to me easily. “I want your cock in me, Sir. And your load.” I actually laugh at him—here we are the very first people to be playing, at a party that will last hours. “Eventually,” he adds, rather sheepishly. I drill into him, my tongue leaving behind trails of spittle. I grease my dick with the merest gloss of lube. I stand and insert. He takes me like a pro. He sighs and tells me to fuck him as hard as I want. I start the thrusts. Slow. Deliberate. I slowly quicken the pace. He yelps. His arm flails out to grab one of the pillows on the bed. He bites into it—and grunts out a litany of garbled fuck talk. Hearing him makes me fuck him harder. I slap his ass—the sound bouncing around the basement. I stop fucking abruptly and pull out. He spins around and cleans my cock. He pulls off it, eyes shining and murmurs “Thank you, Sir” before he starts licking my balls… There are many moods and scenes from the house party. I am in a very busy time frame in my regular life—but I will try to publish one daily. There were over 90 people there—and, no, I didn’t play with them all. But I did more than my share… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 5, 2022 -
A Five Sex Pigs Rematch
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Lansing—November, 2021 The couple who I last wrote about in ‘Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur’ contacted me again at the end of November. This time it would be just the couple, me and anyone I wanted to bring. I took a long shot and asked Keshaw to make the long trek up here. He jumped at the chance to play with them again. By the time Keshawn had arrived at my house, I’d had a text from the hosts that their tatted friend from last time would be there, too. It was now a Five Pig rematch. Here is my quick description of the playroom and the players from last time: “I look around the space as I slipped out of my clothes. There is a double bed and a sling suspended from the rafters. The rimseat sits between the two. There is a Jim Support fuck bench near the foot of the bed. The men are hot and eager. The couple is just under my age. The top has a dick almost my length, but thicker. The versatile, Tim, has a shorter, but thick cock and usually spends the first half of a session fucking and the last, taking it. Their friend is heavily tatted and tops occasionally—but one of us is usually in his muscle butt. Keshawn is eager to impress his hosts—his massive cock is hard and swinging. I tuck my lube into my jock and join the others…” Once again, I am the last to join the men. Top Host is lying on the bed. Keshawn is sucking his cock—lubing it for his ass. Tim is standing at the foot of the bed. Hot Tats is on his knees swallowing his fat dick. I go over and stand next to Tim. We kiss. Hot Tats now takes turns on both our cocks. He holds them by the ball sacks, licking first one and then the other. “Who wants to fuck me first,” he asks. I tell him Tim should open his ass up for me. He agrees and spits on Tim’s cock one more time. Hot Tats gets up and braces himself against the end of the bed. He has a front row seat for Keshawn now lowering his ass down on Top Host’s big cock. I watch Tim slowly push into Hot Tats—who grunts in such a way that you can feel every inch going in. Tim fucks him—slowly. Pulling almost all the way out on each stroke. While I wait my turn to fuck, I also watch Keshawn ride that rampant dick. When he finally stands up, I am right there to lick Top Host’s ass flavored cock. “Your turn. Fuck him,” says Tim as he pulls out of Hot Tats. I enter his wet hole for the first time today. His ass lips are puffy already. I love the look of them as they cling to my cock. My dick loves it, too, as it hardens to its firmest. I give Hot Tat’s every inch of my engorged flesh… * Later. I have been in all three asses available to me. Repeatedly. The five of us keep shifting from one man to another. Usually it’s three of us together and another couple—but constantly changing up. Sometimes the Top Host takes a longer breather to just watch the four of us couple up and fuck. This inspires him to join one pair or another. Hot Tats has topped a number of times today—so the pairings have even more variety. I pull out of Tim. The three versatile guy’s holes are wonderfully wet. And I want them. “Sit on my face,” I tell Tim. I get under the rimseat and lower the seat. Tim sits and his hole is spread open for my tonguing pleasure. I spear up into him, lapping and licking and savoring his ass juice and the mix of precum. His partner is suddenly astride my chest. He must be feeding his dick to Tim. The concentration of a dick in his mouth lets his hole relax—and I go in even deeper. Tim is soon pulled up to be fucked. Hot Tats sits in his place. His hole is incredibly sloppy. His ass lips, pronounced early on, are now very swollen. I take a long time bathing them in my mouth. I love the feel of them—and the more I soothe them, the wetter his hole becomes—it is a constant drip into my mouth. Keshawn gives me head—and then sits on my dick as I eat out Hot Tats. He sinks slowly down on me, squirming to get every last millimeter inside. He slowly begins to bounce on me. I can hear his grunts—and the squish of how juicy his ass has become. When he finally has to stop riding me and stand up, Hot Tats stands as well—so Keshawn can take his place. My tongue sinks into his juicy hole. It’s like he has taken a load, there is so much ass jizz. I happily suck and lick him clean… * I now have Keshawn in the sling. His juicy ass turned me on so much I had to fuck. I am battering his hole. Tim watches then steps up on the long bench that fits under the sling. He steps across Keshawn’s chest in the sling and stands astride him, facing me. Just like he did last time he manages to sit on Keshawn’s raging hardon as I fuck Keshawn. Tim bounces lightly and I fuck hard. “Let me try it the other way.” Tim stands up, letting Keshawn’s big cock leave his hole. He goes to one side, turns around and steps across again. This time, Tim’s ass is right in my face. I lick his hole and fuck Keshawn at the same time. He lets me do that for a moment, then sits on the big cock below him. He rides Keshawn again while I continue the fuck. “Do you think you can DP me?” It takes a moment to sink in. Then I pull out of Keshawn. Tim leans forward. I can see his hole filled with that beautiful, big ebony colored cock. Can he really take mine, too? I re-lube. I slide my dick head along Keshawn cock. It nudges Tim’s hole. I push slightly. His hole gives. I push again. My cock head disappears inside. Then more of my shaft. Neither of the other men move. I begin a shallow fuck into Tim. He groans. Keshawn moans. I mutter under my breath—it’s an incredible mind fuck. I push a little harder and more of my cock is sucked in. The other two men have stopped fucking and come to watch. “Take it,” it says Hot Tats. “That’s so hot,” growls Top Host. I now have two thirds of my cock in Tim alongside almost all of Keshawn’s bigger dick. I continue fucking. It is incredibly tight. I love how it feels on my cock. And just as fast as it happened, Tim moves a little and Keshawn falls out. Tim stands up on the bench, pulling me out. His partner helps him down and leads him to the bed to fuck him. Hot Tats is so turned on he asks to fuck Keshawn. I let him get inside him, before I move behind him and get in Hot Tat’s ass as he fucks the younger man. And I stay there until we both get off… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Five Sex Pigs Rematch (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 26, 2022 -
Planning a 3- day stay in Fort Lauderdale in December. It’s for a sex vacation and to meet and play with some Lauderdale Tops. I was thinking the Leather Inn, it’s pricey but thats ok if guys have easy access to my room. One of things things I missed at the now closed Flamingo Resort I’m St. Pete was the easy access to the festivals as long as you arrived before 3 am and didn’t cause an issue. Is the Leather Inn a good choice. Is the parking lot accessible does the hotel turn I blind-eye to non-guests entering their complex. Guys, if anyone has a recommendation or wouldn’t mind hosting an event . Please reply back or send me a message. BTW, Are there any other guys heading down to Fort Lauderdale in December. If we share the same trip dates perhaps we can share a ride to and from.
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Indianapolis—November, 2021 (This post continues the saga of the Basement Sex Party.) Still later. I have Black Leather on his knees on the large table. He doesn’t want to get fucked, but the idea of me eating out his hole has made him a very happy young man. He huffs some poppers and reaches back to pull his generous right ass cheek to the side. My tongue connects for the first time. “Oh, yeah!” He’s one of those guys who babble with poppers. “Eat me out good…” I love the vocal encouragement. My tongue digs deeper. I spit and swirl it around his pucker. “Daddy, you know how to eat ass! Fuck!!” I sense more than see that someone shoves their cock in his mouth. He is still occasionally vocal, but now it is groaning around the white cock he is servicing. I stand up and slap my cock on his ass crack. I can feel him stiffen. “I’m not fucking,” I remind him, “just swiping some of my precum on your hole.” This gets an enthusiastic groan from Black Leather and a “Fuck, yeah” from the guy in his mouth. I go back to my knees and lick up the cock drool I left in his hairy cleft. It’s my turn to moan at how good he tastes. Black Leather swivels around. “Kiss me. Let me taste my ass.” Our mouths meet in a long, passionate kiss… * The host has been fisting the sluttier half of a couple, who had arrived later in the night, in one of the slings. The host goes deep—and faster than I would have guessed. The partner sits to the side and watches—his eyes never leaving the widening of his boyfriend’s hole. I go over, giving myself a breather, and watch, too. I nod to the host and the partner. The guy in the sling has closed his eyes to block out the room. “Would you fuck him with that big dick?” asks the partner. The host is in the process of wiping off excess lube around the used ass. “Go for it,” he tells me. I slide in—his hole is awash with J-Lube. It feels fantastic. But he is in the low sling—and I am doing deep knee bends. But it feels too good to stop. I plow him hard—hard enough for him to open his eyes see who is in him now. Out of the corner of my eye I see his partner pull out his cock and begin jerking to my using of his man. Fuck, I love couples who get off on seeing their other half having good sex. But my knees are screaming at me now. “Let’s get you out of here,” I tell Sling Boy. I help him up. I suggest he get on all fours on the floor so he can suck his BF as I go back up him. They both like this idea. I push back into the over lubed ass. It makes a delightful squishy sound as I fuck. I lock eyes with the boyfriend, now being blown. They thank me for including him in the scene—something that I guess doesn’t happen too often. I nod back and continue to buck into his partner’s ass, which pushes him ever deeper onto his BF’s cock… * The first cum shot is from a balding daddy into a 30-something otter’s hairy butt. This makes Keshawn even harder. He goes next on the otter. He fucks his super big cock into the frothy hole. He pulls out on the brink of orgasm. I am right there to clean off his cock of the excess jizz he pulled out. The first orgasm, near the end of a party, always seem to trigger others. Soon there are just a handful of guys left. I fuck Keshawn—thinking this will do it for me, but I don’t quite get there. A large bear of a daddy asks if he can be next. He bends Keshawn in half—and fucks him hard. So hard, Keshawn explodes, his load coating the table. “Will you fuck me again?” I turn. It’s Shaved Head—the man who was sure he couldn’t take my cock. I thought he’d left, so I eagerly agree. He gets on his back on the table. I kneel and eat his abused hole. After I opened him up, he has spent as much of the evening getting fucked as fucking others. “There’s a load in there,” he tells me. He’s right—my tongue has just made it start to drip out. I get someone’s cum in my mouth and stand up. I lean across him and feed him some of the jizz left in his ass. He takes it with pleasure-and we kiss passionately as my cock opens his guts one more time. I straighten up and fuck. This will be it, I know it. I fuck hard, with deep long strokes. Keshawn comes over and works my nipples. Black Leather leans down and sucks Shaved Head’s semi hard cock. And in moments I am there. I blast into him—and from watching Black Leather’s expression, Shaved Head gets off, too… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Basement Sex Party, Part Two: “Eat Me Out Good…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 18, 2022
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Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Lansing—October, 2021 A few days later, I got an invite from the couple I usually see at the monthly orgy. With that group currently on hold, they asked if I would be interested in a meeting at their house. It would be the two of them, likely the friend they had lately been bringing to the orgy and anyone I wanted to invite. I immediately thought of Keshawn— who I quickly learned was intrigued and available. He drove to my house—and I drove us the rest of the way north. We made small talk as Keshawn cleaned up after hours of driving. When he was ready—we all trooped up the stairs to their playroom. I looked around the space as I slipped out of my clothes. There is a double bed and a sling suspended from the rafters. The rimseat sits between the two. There is a Jim Support fuck bench near the foot of the bed. The men are hot and eager. The couple is just under my age. The top has a dick almost my length, but thicker. The versatile, Tim, has a shorter, but thick cock and usually spends the first half of a session fucking and the last, taking it. Their friend is heavily tatted and tops occasionally—but one of us is usually in his muscle butt. Keshawn is eager to impress his hosts—his massive cock is hard and swinging. I tuck my lube into my jock and join the others who are kissing and letting their hands play over willing flesh… “Don’t be surprised, there will be one more of us,” the Top Host tells us. “He likes to arrive when the action has started. He will mostly watch…but will play if he gets hot enough.” We all make some sort of verbal acknowledgment and go back to the man in front of us. The Top Host is kissing Keshawn. Hot Tats is on his knees sucking Tim. I fall to my knees and pull apart Keshawn’s butt cheeks. My tongue connects with his hole right at the same moment he bends to suck Top Host. I get him good and wet. I tongue fuck him until he is whimpering around the big cock in his mouth. I stand up and slide into him for the first time today. I fuck him gently. Just hard enough to rock him forward, which makes him swallow a little more of TH’s cock. We spit roast Keshawn for a bit, then TH comes over to fuck him, too. I pull out and let Keshawn clean me off. Hot Tats is on all fours on the bed, taking a hard dicking from Tim. I reach out and hold onto Hot Tats as Keshawn licks me clean of his ass jizz. The next 30 minutes or so becomes a blur. Everyone here is a pig. They eat ass. They love to suck cock pulled out of an ass. I roll off the bed and fuck Hot Tats as Tim pulls his cheeks apart for me. Keshawn comes up behind Tim and fucks him…then he tops Hot Tats, the moment I pull out. I eat Hot Tats hole after all the fucking. When I come up for air, the voyeur has arrived. He is late 50’s and flogging a nice dick as he watches us. Keshawn is on the fuck bench, taking Top Host. Hot Tats has moved to Tim, sprawled on the bed, and is riding his cock. I offer to suck the Voyeur. He let’s me do it, giving me a couple drops of precum. He gets so excited by watching Keshawn—he fucks him for a few moments as we all change partners once again. * I am under the rimseat. Tim is sitting on the seat with my tongue up his used ass. He encourages Hot Tats to ride my cock while he gets eaten out. I feel Hot Tats ass settle down on my drooling dick. I try not to think about how good my cock feels—I just zero in on Tim’s puffy ass lips and keep licking them. Tim tells Hot Tats to switch with him. HT brings his extremely used ass up to my tongue. He doesn’t have a load yet, but it’s dripping like he does what with all the stimulation his hole has gotten. I feel Tim sit on my dick, his ass only having my fresh saliva for lube. He sinks to the root—uttering a sigh of total contentment. I am pretty sure I hear Top Host fucking Keshawn as I begin to tongue drill Hot Tats. Tim begins to bounce. I lose track of time. There is no place I’d rather be. Suddenly Hot Tats is pulled off the seat by Top Host. He fucks his ass for three or four strokes and pushes him back into place. I am rewarded by his hot manhole giving me even more of his self lube. Soon Keshawn replaces him—the last of the fuck holes on my face. His ass is the least wet. I try to remedy that situation… * We are at the sling. I have fucked Hot Tats in it—and shared his hole with Keshawn. When HT asks for a break, Keshawn jumps in and gets his ankles into the stirrups without any help. I spit on his hole and slide in. We fuck—a nice bouncy fuck—as there are springs attached to the supporting chains. Tim comes over, leans down and sucks Keshawn’s hard cock. Then he steps up on a long bench that is running from one side of the sling to the other. He swings across so he is straddling the sling. I could suck his cock if he’d stayed still. Instead he lowers himself onto Keshwan’s rampant tool. I begin to fuck harder. Tim begins to ride Keshawn. It’s a first for me. I love it. It doesn’t go on for long as Tim’s legs tire fast—but it is incredibly hot. I tell him so. “I saw it on some porno…” he shrugs. * Everyone in the room is ready to get off. We are all on the bed—or using the men who are on the bed. The Voyeur blasts first—all over Tim’s back. I mop it up, smear it on my cock and fuck it into Tim. The Top Host is fucking Hot Tats. He gives him his load with lots of rhythmic grunting. Keshawn cleans the Host’s drooling dick and licks up some escaping cum from Hot Tats abused hole. This makes him hot enough to shoot. He comes over to where I’m still fucking Tim. I pull out, thinking he wants to load Tim’s hole. But Keshawn shoots all over my dick. I fuck this load into Tim, too. I pound him. I am now frothing his hole. There is stray cum emerging on every stroke. I dip to taste…and plunge my super hard dick back into Tim—just in time for him to take load number three… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December, 27, 2021 -
Grand Rapids—October, 2021 I wanted something different. Had Palm Springs spoiled me? As I was thinking where I could go for something new, preferably without an overnight stay, I got an email from the bathhouse in Grand Rapids. They were having another all gender gathering at the club. With visions of a different type of three-way or some Trans sex, off I went on a Saturday night... There is no parking anywhere near the bathhouse. I finally find something several blocks away and walk in. I sign the consent forms and am given one of the few lockers they have left. I change to my jock and boots. The crowd is mostly men, with a large dollop of the rest of the LGBTQ alphabet. There are strippers performing of all persuasions. I go upstairs to see if anyone is playing and find that so far, it is the gay men who are actually having sex. I sit and pull out my cock and do a ‘watch some porn’ warm up. For tonight, in other areas, there is some bi and straight porn. Up here, it is still gay. And bare. And hot. A number of men mill past me—all clutching the towels around their waists tightly. One man pauses, admires my dick and asks to suck it. I let him—and have to stop him for I am afraid he will draw blood with his constant nicking of my cock head with his teeth. A second man is just as bad. Honestly, five men in a row in all gave me horrible head. And then it changes… A young Latino arrives. He asks to suck me. I let him and am pleasantly surprised. No, I’m astounded. He has one of those mouths you dream about. Everything is right. The pressure, the tongue action, the level of wetness and how he cradles my balls as he sucks me. “Lick my balls too,” I groan. He happily does so. I lie back and close my eyes. I don’t even stroke myself as he licks my balls sack. Soon enough his mouth is back enveloping my entire shaft. He goes to the base effortlessly. Again and again. When I open my eyes, on a distant couch, I see a young Black man fucking a woman bent over it. He then shares her with others—as two men take turns eating her out and sucking the young man’s dick. The woman is turned so she can see me getting head. Men move around us and cut off my view. They either want a turn on my dick or want my sucker’s mouth. The Latino is very intent on me. I urge him to suck another guy. He does so—showing off for me. I slip off the chair seat. The Latino moves up on it, kneeling, to get a better angle of the new cock in his mouth. His rounded ass, with a delicious looking hairy crack, is right in front of me. I lean in and begin licking it. The groan from him is ecstatic. It’s all the encouragement I need to drill into him with my tongue. The Latino is now going from cock to proffered cock. I lick and poke and spit into his hole. He grinds his ass back on my tongue, groaning around whatever cock is in his mouth. I re-double my efforts on his butt. Finally he moves to stand up. I do, too. He turns and kisses me. He pulls me down and whispers in my ear that he wishes I could fuck him, but he is not prepared. I sigh, but thank him for telling me. He goes to his knees and sucks me to the root again. He stops, reluctantly, when he realizes that he won’t get me off… * I watch some of the strippers. People leave and more arrive. I watch some hetro couples fuck for an audience in a room reserved just for them. Soon enough, I go back up the stairs. I hear that women are in the glory hole area, but my eye is on a cute otter heading towards the sling. I follow. He has a top with him—a friend or boyfriend. When the Otter sees my cock, he is on his knees and getting me back to full hardness. The other top ignores the wave of my hand for him to join us. The Otter pulls off my dick. “Fuck me?” “Please.” I help him into the sling. He is surprised and then please that I rim his tight hairy ass. My rimming makes the other top stroke faster. I spit one last time in his ass and stand up. My cock slaps the pouch of the Otter’s jock. “Jeez, that’s big…” says his friend or boyfriend. Remembering the consent form of the night, I look in the Otter’s eyes. “You want this raw cock in your ass?” “Fuck, yes!” he groans. “Breed me if you want...” My cock starts pushing into him. He groans again, hits his poppers—and my cock is swallowed whole by his tight ass. I pause and then begin my usual long, slow in and out. The Otter’s eyes roll back in his heads. The Top steps closer. His cock is a hot seven + inches and pre-cumming. I reach down, and my index finger mops up a bead of it. He watches me as I taste it. I fuck harder. The Otter is moaning loud enough for other men to come see the fuck. I pull out and taste his hole again. Well, fuck me if he doesn’t already have a load deep in there that I have pulled out. I clean up his ass and plough back into him. I fuck him hard. It looks like the other Top is close. I gesture for him to take a turn. This time he nods. I pull out and the Top pushes in. I kneel next to him. “You like that?” the Top asks. “Watching me fuck?” “Fuck, yeah,” I tell him. “Just let me clean your cock when you pull out.” The Top chuckles softy and fucks the Otter harder. Just as I am sure he is about to cum, he pulls out and sticks his wet cock in my mouth. “Clean me, fucker.” I do. I get all of the previous load sticking to his cock and as much of his precum as I can. I am suddenly ready to breed. I stand up. He instantly gives way—knowing just what is happening. I push between the now puffy lips of the Otter’s ass. “He’s gonna load you,” the Top tells him. And to me: “Give it to him.” The Otter’s hole is so silky. I can’t hang on. I growl out my orgasm as I spew my load deep into him. I stop pumping and grab the chains as the Otter expertly squeezes my cock. I finally pull out. “Churn my load,” I tell the Top. But he’s already doing it. I watch him froth my cum in the Otter’s semen drenched hole… The original post (and comments) is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Otter at the All Gender Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 11, 2021
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In college, I fell hard for the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. Marta and I knew each other from campus and had a few classes together. Even though was well out of my league, I got up the nerve to ask her out, and we went on a few dates. Evenings with Marta often led to fantastic safe sex at her dorm or mine after a night out together. We decided to move into a two-bedroom apartment in the summer when the dorms closed. Marta is in many ways smarter than me. She knows what she wants, and she goes after it. It’s one of her sexy traits, in addition to her tight toned body and beautiful long dark hair. Marta made it clear to me that moving in together wouldn’t mean we were exclusive. She had a few other guys she saw from time to time. I didn’t know much about them, or who they were, but knowing she was seeing other guys, and not on birth control, for anything other than vanilla oral, we used condoms. I think because several guys were servicing her, I only saw a sliver of what she was capable of. I bet she took a different cock six nights a week. She liked having her hair pulled, nipples yanked, ass slapped, and more. When I undressed her, she often had hickies or bite marks in amazing places, on her tits and ass. One of the other guys I did know she was seeing, Dante, was every bit a campus Alpha Male type. I saw them holding hands from time to time. Even though we rarely discussed what she did with other men, I had to ask if things were okay when one day, I discovered three times the sex marks on her body as usual. I wanted to be sure one of her boyfriends wasn’t beating up on her. She told me she liked it rough with Dante, and he’d invited a few friends over to share her with. She also told me that since it was Dante’s birthday, and a safe time in her cycle, she let them all cum inside her. My non-exclusive girlfriend let four men cum inside her. Marta watched me like a hawk for my reaction; more specifically, she wanted to see if her confession made me super hard. I must have passed the test because she threw her arms around me and kissed me, saying she knew our relationship had legs. Why hadn’t I spoken up about the risks that unprotected sex with multiple people opened us both up to? If I’m honest, it’s because the risks are precisely what turned me on. Marta saw that I was rock-hard and she had me lay down on her bed. She straddled my face and started to finger her pussy. Out leaked streams of briny cummy slime that poured into my gaping mouth. She talked dirtier than I’ve ever heard her asking how I liked my first of many creampies? I murmured approval. Marta ground her ruined cunt into my mouth and I lapped at her puffy labia. More cum poured out of her pussy, and even her asshole. I realized I was eating Dante’s loads mixed with strangers. I swallowed down as much as I could. After bringing her to orgasm, Marta climbed off and jerked me off. She asked if I liked Dante’s birthday present and I truthfully told me it turned her on. I started being rougher with Marta and she responded well. Apparently, every week or so another guy Marta was dating would have a birthday or some other kind of celebration. That led to Marta bringing multiple loads home to me in her pussy regularly. We always used condoms out of safety to me, except when it really was my birthday. That was the first time she let me cum inside her. On that day, she brought my creampie to another lover to eat out. Things went on like this until summer when we moved in together. We agreed to keep things casual, and of course, she kept regularly getting fucked her other men, often in groups, and increasingly bareback. Now that we lived together, half of the time she hooked up with another guy, which now happened every other day, it happened at our place. I’d be respectful and study at the library whenever they’d come over. This went on for a year, during which she told me I was one of the only guys using protection with her and she’d love to take my seed more often. I asked her if that meant things were getting more serious between us. She said it did, but it didn’t mean she’s stop seeing other guys or make them use protection. Nearly a year after pounding my girlfriend raw, along with some number of other guys, our apartment lease was up for renewal. The landlord made a horrendous offer that would have priced us out of the building. Marta asked if she could meet with him privately to see if they could negotiate. I agreed, and that night, asked her how it went. She’d let him fuck her, with protection, and he filled up a condom with his load before pulling out. She pointed to the latex condom knotted and resting on a saucer next to her bed. She told me that pouring it inside would be the only way for me to eat a creampie tonight. I bit through the tip of the reservoir and swallowed a small burst of our landlord’s cum. Marta spread her pussy wide for me as I drizzled that load onto and into my girlfriend’s unprotected cunt. Two years after that, Marta was regularly taking loads from more than five men, me included. We were about to graduate, and she was ready to start seriously thinking of starting a family. When she told me that she wanted to keep having bareback sex with me, I knew things were getting serious. She got every one of her boyfriends to agree that if she got knocked up, they’d take it as a sign and the responsible boyfriend would become her fiancée. I was glad I was still in the running. At the end of the day, Marta ended up marrying one of Dante’s pals, who had knocked her up. They moved in together. As she swole up, Marta still regularly visited her boyfriends, me included. We all continued to fuck her raw. It is gross if I tell you how much longer I last when she’s opened-up and dripping the seed of many men? The guys who lubed her pussy with their cum were nearly all of them strangers to me. What normally happens happened nine months later. Marta and the man who knocked her up got engaged, and he decided to give her a wedding present. He begged Marta’s boyfriends to breed her again the night before their wedding. It was the first time I met all six of them, from wildly different walks of life and ages. I was a little sad that Marta and I weren’t going to be married but also thrilled that she’d still be fuckable whenever we wanted to meet up.
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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 6
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Installment number Six of probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, so did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - along with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the Ranch guesthouse with his supposedly more vanilla husband Charlie), German student Karl the Houseboy and the skinhead Manager Zar. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me, at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on that stormy Friday evening as Charlie plans a surprise for Kieran that we'll all enjoy. Once again, apologies for the delay. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 6 ...then it was time for the boys to go deliver to the rest of the town – promising to be back by 8:30 to get ready for the orgy and for Charlie’s plan. I took those couple of hours to call my hubby at his convention and see how it was going – that night was the entertainment night, though he admitted my night would likely be more entertaining. Telling each other “I love you”, I then texted Jimmy and let him know what was happening. He texted that he and his hubby were heading to the Mews for a romantic dinner and probably some vanilla sex later. I then put the Gregorian Chant back on and rested, getting a bit of a snooze in. FRIDAY EVENING: PARTY PREP AND CHARLIE’S ‘REVENGE’ A bright flash and a deafening ominous roll of thunder abruptly woke me from my disco-power nap. Startled, I looked at my laptop’s clock and saw that it was just after 8pm… moments later my travel alarm started its obnoxious high-pitched beeping. I was pleased I was able to get almost a 2-hour nap in, as I was feeling refreshed and ready/horny for the coming House Party. Hearing the wind pick up to a howl, I glanced out my window to see an incredible amount of rain pouring down almost sidewise in the heavy winds that had picked up. Water was rolling downhill on Carver Street and pooling some where the road dead ended at Commercial Street. There were a number of tree limbs visible as I looked, then turned and glanced back up Carver towards the Backstreet Bar – this was no minor storm! I hoped the boys weren’t made late by the weather, as they were out on their rounds delivering the magic enhancements many gay men on vacation liked to enjoy. Knowing there were likely to be a good number of guys in and out of my room at times during the orgy, I spent the time waiting for Lou and Vice by getting everything set for a bunch of strangers stopping by. All my normal clothes were put on hangers, and luggage, my computer case, wallet and valuables were locked in my large rolling suitcase, with hangers, suitcase and a knapsack of my more expensive sex toys moved to the closet, which would be locked as soon as Lou got his stuff in there. I left out the cooler with snacks, my laptop, my party case including my pipes, paper towels, lube, poppers and max impact out, and laid a bunch of leatherwear on the bed for the three of us to choose from after showering. The party case was a lockable toolbox with an additional smaller locked area in the lid. The favors were locked in that lid after I filled my pipes, and then the pipes, torches, and other items were locked in the outer box with a metal cable computer/luggage lock which chained it to the frame of the bed. I used another cable to lock my computer to the exposed pipes that ran up the room wall behind the dresser it sat on. (I know I sound a bit paranoid, but T sometimes lets some men ‘forget their manners’, so better safe than sorry…). I pulled out some plastic food wrap – a trick my buddies from Jersey City taught me – and proceeded to double cover my keyboard with it then pulled a sheet very tightly over the screen, taping both down to prevent lubed or greasy hands from messing up the machine. [It works like a charm, BTW you just have to make sure you don’t wrap the entire thing and cover the fan exhausts on the bottom!] A tap on the door was followed by Charlie sticking his head in asking for my number so he could text me his. That way, we’d know when he was ready for us to come down and get his naughty honey all prepped to enjoy his partying openly for the first time with his Hubby Charlie - who swore off partying three years earlier for Kieran who was much more prudish back then. Moments after we did the number exchange my phone buzzed again, letting me know our delivery men had returned and were about a block away, so I should come down and meet them on the porch. I went down in just construction boots and cutoffs and stepped out onto the porch where I was immediately buffeted by stinging rain as two shapes in slickers carrying a couple of large black hefty leaf bags pelted down the street then up onto the porch. They were drenched but they had only shorts and flipflops on under the ponchos (regular clothes and shoes were in one of the bags). “You’re early,” I observed. “Not that I mind.” “We certainly didn’t ‘hang’ anywhere – not with a hot party like this one awaiting us and not in this monsoon my man,” replied Lou with a cocky grin... so let 'Santa' deliver his presents jiffy-quick and then we can shower and prep and start the debauchery.” We hung their slickers by the main door and the duffel bags and knapsacks we pulled from the big hefty bags were all dry and snug, and rolled up the bags inside each other and left them in the vestibule. “Okay, so only one more to go and I’ll be able to lock the door early,” Zar said coming up behind us. “The few who went out are back from dinner and I have a single guest checking in who just called from the Amtrak Shuttle Bus from Hyannis that he’s been on for over 2 hours coming up from the train station cause of the shitty weather. He said they just entered the East End, so he should be here in less than ten minutes, and I can get ready early for a change!” Zar seemed like a kid in a candy store, very different from his usual taciturn personality. He reminded us to come down to the staff area in the basement to shower and clean up once Lou did his quick rounds of the rooms that needed him. We dropped their bags in my room while Lou pulled a lockbox from his things, dropped it in a small knapsack, with a case for one pipe and one torch and said he’d be quick, only one puff with each ‘client’. While he was gone, Vice and I shared a granola bar and some Gatorade while we picked out cock rings and other items for the three of us to wear during the party and left them on the bed while I put the heavier chaps and vest away, at least for now. In about 15 minutes Lou was back – between guys needing to shower and clean out in the shared bathrooms and his promise that he was staying to party with us, the guys all let him go with only a quick puff or two each to show the quality of his product. He approved of the choices we made for him for ‘accessories’ and taking my shaving/shower kit with me, we headed down the back stairs to clean up in the staff shower rooms, skipping the wait for the guest bathrooms on the first, second and third floors. Several of the houseboys were down there waiting for their deliveries as well. Three out of the five received items from Lou – German migrant worker Karl, Southern Miles and another international worker, a beefy kid from Sicily named Lorenzo. We stripped down while those three loaded pipes and such, with Karl passing his pipe to all of us while Lorenzo brought us towels. After a few clouds each, and realizing these kids weren’t going anywhere and were going to watch most of this, we turned on the gang showers and used the hoses to fill ourselves up for clean-out. FORTUNATELY, as I mentioned earlier in Part 3, at least the commodes on this level were individually enclosed so they couldn’t watch THAT part, thank god. After each of us rinsed out several times and felt ready to go, we got back in the group shower and started cleaning up – and to make the boys nuts (we thought) we started soaping each other, stroking dicks and nips, grabbing ass – until we were suddenly joined by the three under our showerheads, all the boys sampling a few sucks on our cocks and helping us wash our cracks and all. Lorenzo (who’s dad and grandpa were barbers) offered touch up shaves or trims around nips, chest, pubes and ass, all of us taking advantage of a little bit of personal ‘gardening’ to look hotter. While brushing our teeth and drying our hair, I passed my nail clippers along to the other two indicating it would probably be a good idea ‘just in case’. Karl instantly agreed with me from the shower where he was finishing his own clean up and encouraging them heartily to do so. The other two house boys, dark haired heavy bodied Noah and short and slight skinny hairless Seth got a bit bolder and finally came into the wet area to shower as the other three boys and we three guests were drying off and coming out. Zar came down the stairs at that moment, letting us know the last guest had arrived and he’d engaged the night lock on door fully, the house was now locked down and ready to party. He asked if one of the boys who was readiest could go upstairs and help the guest get his things to his room, so Miles pulled on some basketball shorts a tank and slides and ran up to do so. “I hope you don’t mind but since he’s in the room next to you, and seemed interested in not only our evening’s event, but in party favors, I told him to tap at your door in about 15 minutes or so and ask for Santa… you can go to his room at that point if he does ‘Alo… er, Lou’.” Lou’s face went from alarmed to a smile and he nodded his head. It seems Vice wasn’t aware of Lou’s full name! Zar received his potions and pleasures from Lou over in the corner, and as they walked back, Lou pulled another baggie of crystals as promised from his bag and handed them over with thanks. Zar dropped them in his manager’s private bedroom (the houseboys slept bunkhouse style in this one central room) and was back shortly with a really huge water bong and melted and rolled the bowl as we finished drying off and all took hits shot-gunning them to Zar or one of the boys, as Miles came bounding down the stairs. “He’s actually pretty hot,” he said. “For a really little guy he’s pretty built. Handsome too.” “And check this out,” Zar followed with a leer. “He’s a freakin’ PRIEST!!! So nasty and hot!” My eyebrows had shot up at that one, and I had a premonition. “This short hot priest wouldn’t be from Philadelphia, would he? Father Frank?” “Again? How the fuck do you know these things? You’re freaking me out man! Yeah, matter of fact he is a priest from Philly.” Zar gushed. “Because I actually know him.” I answered. “My husband lived in Philly when we met, and after a summer of living together here in P’Town, I actually gave up my apartment in NYC and spent a winter in Philadelphia with him there – never again! New York in winter from then on!” I paused to hit the bong then continued: “I met Father Frank that winter in Philly, he being a good friend of my hubby’s… he’s actually an Episcopal Priest now. He started Catholic but when he realized he just couldn’t give up sex, especially gay sex once he discovered it, he switched teams. He always wants to get real piggy, but his own partner very much prevents him from doing so, unlike mine. I had actually recommended this place to him! Oh, tonight just gets better and better…” I really shouldn’t have been surprised to find out he was here. He always came to P’town during this same week we did every summer and we always bumped into him. When his other half wasn’t around, I’d tell him how many hot times I’d had at the Ranch despite its slightly sleazy reputation, and he so wanted to try the place out. Since there were some years his partner didn’t join him, or came later as mine did, this must have been one of those times and Father Frank must have been ready to get his freak on. I gave the Houseboys a “heads up” that he’d probably be paying them a LOT of attention as twinks seemed to be his favorite extracurricular activity when away from his much older staid partner. Leo, Vice and I, just wrapped in towels while carrying our other stuff, headed back up to the room. I gave them both cockrings to wear (we had to help Vice get his on. I had Vice in a black metal one along with a leather armband only on the left for “top only” and adjusted my leather shorts to his waist size with both front and back panels off. Lou and I sported both arms for versatile. I had on a body harness and leather wrist cuffs that had zipped slit pockets I could stash my keys in while Lou borrowed my vest and a thick chrome cockring. We were approving each other’s look when there was a tapping at the door. “Come on in Frank!” I called out. My door opened and a flabbergasted looking Father Frank stepped through. “Francis Xavier Murphy, how nice of you to join us!” “Holy cow!” was the reply from the compact [banned word] priest - who I finally realized with a chuckle resembled Kirk Douglas in “Spartacus” down to the chin cleft. “Your other half isn’t in on this right?” Frank asked once we gave each other a greeting and a hug. “No, this would never be his thing, you know that… he’s at the annual Convention. And Terrance?” “Teaching a summer course at a Divinity School in England. I’m free to indulge.” I introduced him to the guys and we sparked up my pipe and had him do several hits. Seeing us checking out his tentative use of the torch, he gave us a little smile “I’m actually pretty new to this… some help please?” Vice did the honors with the torch for him to take a few more and then we each took our own hits and shot-gunned him. He seemed to really like that. Lou pulled something from his bag and palmed it to Frank, walking him next door to get his remuneration. I got a text from Charlie saying “About 5 minutes” so Lou gave us each a booty bump and injected all three of us with Tri-Mix to assure we’d all be able to top effortlessly during the evening. Charlie arrived a moment later and Lou gave him a Tri-Mix shot too – one he’d originally intended for Kieran. A quick small dose of G in some Gatorade for all of us and we locked the room and headed down to Kieran and Charlie’s. The hot former frat boy must have just gotten back from his shower and clean up as his hair was still damp and he seemed a bit groggy when Charlie welcomed us into the room. “Gentlemen, some help please?” requested Charlie as we manhandled Kieran into the sling while his bear cub lover gagged him with a wide leather strap. We then used the cuffs on ankles and wrist to secure him into the sling, heretofore generally only occupied by Charlie. “You may wonder what’s going on here,” Charlie said as Lou handed him some things Kieran strained his neck to see. The fratboy’s eyes widened in astonishment when he saw his other half light a torch, and started expertly rolling a glass pipe, blowing a few huge clouds over Kieran’s face, then shotgunning each of the rest of us. The bound hottie looked longingly at the pipe while still the picture of utter confusion. “Three years ago when we met, I gave up partying and fucking around raw for my new guy who was terrified of both. Imagine my astonishment when I find out he’s doing party chems and not only bottoming, but bareback and taking loads!’ Kieran looked like he was going to have a heart attack, and was trying to say something around the gag, but Charlie just went on. “And, my love, I am PISSED!!” Kieran looked about to cry. “Not because you were doing either thing. Pissed because you were doing it WITHOUT ME, who gave it up for YOU!” He finally smiled down at his bound boyfriend. “So tonight, I’m going to celebrate being able to be a chempig again, and YOU are going to have more chemsex that you ever dreamed. So, J, if you’d get him ready…” Kieran had calmed down now, and I dropped to my knees and started to rim that hot jock hole getting him nice and wet. Vice passed me a good-sized crystal and I inserted it as far as my wetted fingers could push it. He mewed a bit through the gag as what had to be a bit of burn set in. This of course was more distraction than anything as Lou came around and stretched a tourniquet around Kieran’s arm, while Charlie stepped in front of the sling with one on his left arm and a point in his right. Charlie expertly found a good vein, got a register and injected himself with the entire contents while Kieran looked on gob-smacked. Before he released his tourniquet, Charlie hissed “YOUR TURN” as Lou said “Don’t move” and began injecting the tied up Jock. Charlie raised his arm over his head and pulled his band and then gave two loud hard coughs, followed by a “Fuck yes, Finally… So damn good!” Vice pulled Kieran’s gag off just as Lou pulled the kid’s band away and Kieran coughed out a couple of times followed by “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” Charlie smiled as he dropped his yellow jockstrap and his trimix hard cock sprang out. With a quick pump from the lube bottle he greased up his tool and pushed it into Kieran in one slow thrust to the balls. Kieran was gasping for air from the swift entry when Charlie murmured “I do love you ya’ know baby… just don’t keep your desires a secret in the future, eh?” Still at a loss for words, Kieran just nodded. “Now you are going to stay in this sling until everyone who WANTS to fuck you has fucked you, baby. And you don’t get to say “no” to anyone do you hear? As your punishment you have to take on all comers, no matter who. When I let you out you can top again if you want and make your choices but for now you open for all, starting with me. Damn your hole is fine, I can’t believe I’ve been missing this being a total bottom for you… let’s change that up in the future, shall we?” Charlie half made love and half grudge fucked his boyfriend and it was hot to watch. The reclined back of the sling hung over the bed so a nimble guy could straddle the face of the occupant and either feed him cock or make him eat ass. As Charlie fucked his boy, I did both of those things and Kieran hungrily sucked and rimmed like a starving man. When we switched out to me fucking him, Charlie opened the door wide and left it wide open, inviting anyone who passed inside, letting them know his top boyfriend was being punished for misbehaving. The four of us all fucked him and had him orally service us to get his evening started right. I was not surprised when the first in the door from the hallway was Father Frank. I couldn’t wait to tell Kieran that the hot little guy who brutally fucked him (in only the best way) was a Priest!’ Charlie made sure Kieran saw him fucking both me and Lou while Vice and the rest of us took turns sandwiching Charlie from behind making him “Lucky Pierre” in front of his main squeeze. Karl was lassoed in for Charlie to pound out while more guys entered and took a turn on Kieran’s hot manhole. Lou indicated the door with a tilt of his head and I nodded back. Leaning over to talk into Kieran’s ear for a moment while his mouth was free for a minute I said, “Enjoying yourself?” A vigorous nod. “Good. Just so you know I wouldn’t have joined in if I thought this would upset you, but I figured Charlie was due his surprise, and that you’d like the outcome.” He nodded again with a big grin and wiggled his eyebrows up and down. “Oh, and just so you know? That hot little number that was the first to fuck you after the four of us? That’s a friend of mine. He’s a Priest at a parish in Philadelphia…” He gasped and his cock spit out a good glob of pre-cum and after a grunt he finally spoke, “oh fuck a Priest? That’s so wrong but hot.” “Sure is,” I replied. “We’re going to go cruise around a bit. Enjoy yourself and I’ll see you later. Maybe by then you can fuck one of us…” He winked in response and then demanded out loud, “Will one of you lazy fuckers sit on my face already??” I slipped out knowing he’d be just fine. Lou and Vice were waiting in the hall, and Vice was wondering about the extra strip of cloth most of the guys had tied somewhere on their body. I pointed over at a couple of baskets sitting on a table near the top of the stairs with a small light on it. “I remember these from last time – they’re sexual shorthand. One on the left means top, like I told you, one on the right means bottom, two mean versatile.” He nodded. “Black bands mean you bareback either top, both or bottom. White means condoms safe only, again top, both or bottom. You may notice a guy or two with two different colors, usually black left/white right meaning he’s versatile and he’ll sure GIVE loads while topping but not take them when bottoming, otherwise known as a selfish fucker…” Lou honked out a laugh at that. “And the glittery ones?” Vice asked. “Bystanders, Voyeurs, Watchers. They want to be able to look but won’t touch or be touched… usually lovers who don’t do extracurricular, or somebody who has some kind of STD, or a significantly older guy who doesn’t have the ‘umpf’ anymore but still has a sexy pervy mind. So long story short, don’t be bothered if all they do is look, don’t touch them and they won’t touch you.” We went to the table, and I tied one black band around Vice’s left arm while Lou and I both took two black bands. The table also held a bowl of condoms, some lube samples, paper towels and wet-wipes. We left those where they were and Lou headed toward my room, so he missed Vice holding a second black band while contemplating his bare right arm, went to put it back down, then tucked it into the small slash pocket of his (well, MINE, actually but he was wearing them) chap shorts. My breath caught for a moment as I waited for him to catch up. Lou had missed the little drama at the table, but I could see our str8 boy knew I had caught his action. Even in the red hallway lighting I could tell he blushed as his skin noticeably darkened. I just gave him a small understanding smile, and brief nod. “If you do decide, man, could I…?” He cut me off, “Only you. If I decide, I want an expert. No promises though, right?” he whispered. “No promises man... and I won’t tell either.” I whispered back, totally flattered by the compliment. Just then two guys came out of the bathroom, toiletry bags in hand, both wearing grey cotton jersey sweat shorts – which was more than the rest of us wandering the halls – the one in front was my age or perhaps even a bit older, in good shape but almost “too” perfect if you know what I mean – waxed, shaved, plucked, spray tan. All of that would have been just fine, if that was his M.O. except for the expression on his face and the disdain in his voice as he called over his shoulder to his companion, “Come on, quit gawking, let’s get back to our room before we catch something… nasty…” He headed to the only room on this floor, and one of only three in the whole place that had their doors closed and locked and their “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging from the knob. The unfriendly fellow slipped into that room not without a raised eyebrow and smirk as he looked back at all the guys out and about and just rolled his eyes and murmured, “pathetic”. Hmmm, not heavy on the people skills, and whatever brought him to stay at THIS place of all possible guest houses in Provincetown if he was such an apparent prude? That’s when I noticed his companion. Up until now the closest anyone in the place came to African American Lou in ethnicity was Vice with his olive Portuguese skin – but now there was this guy. Glossy black hair, moustache and beard, soulful brown eyes, incredible mahogany colored skin and a rugby players’ compact muscle bod. He immediately reminded me of my Junior and Senior year Philosophy professor at Fordham – an unbelievably hot Iranian dude who’d never had man-sex before I met him, and even at 19 I was able to teach him a LOT about certain pleasures he’d never considered before, and we were occasional fuck-buds even after I got 4.0s in both of his courses (legitimately, actually!). This guy in the red-lit hallway took me right back to those days, looking like Persian or Arabian Royalty. With his opinionated other half now behind a closed door, he smiled shyly at Vice and me and some of the others as he glanced around with a hungry look. “Sorry you’re not joining us,” I whispered to him as he moved past me, and that was BEFORE I caught sight of one of the most magnificent asses in creation. His huge melon-shaped muscles made my jaw drop and he caught me looking at his ass and just smiled a dazzling white smile over his shoulder as he opened his door while his roommate screeched “Hurry up and close it or they’ll be banging it down…” No matter how good looking the snobby guy was, no one was going to knock down his door with THAT attitude. Pity about his partner though. As I watched the door close, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Even I have to admit that was one wickie incredible ass,” Vice commented. “I can understand your mind freeze – come on J-Daddy let’s go get ourselves some magic vapors.” Lou was sitting on one of the two stools in my room getting some enhancements prepped for any visitors that perhaps wanted to trade some sexual favors for some chemical ones. I put a DVD with 6 hours of gay leather porn interspersed with short clips of hot guys clouding or slamming into my laptop and sat back to watch while we fired up the glass cock. The door fortunately swung open away from the bed and the rest of the room so we could leave it open enough to be inviting while not doing our T break right out in the open. We were joined shortly by Tom (Lou’s first customer from the afternoon) and his equally bearish other half Ed, torches were lit, pipes were passed around, clouds blowing when Father Frank arrived with Seth the most altar-boy-like house boy in tow, followed by workmates Miles and Karl. *Oh fine* I thought to myself *I’m wanting hot MEN and my room is filling up with boys*. We’d run out of places to sit, so I pointed at the Caverjack infused hard-ons Lou, Vice and I were sporting and suggested that here were a couple of seats. Tom got up and sank his hot hairy hole down on Lou’s pole, Karl moved to Vice’s lap and while feeding the houseboy cloud after cloud, Father Frank smoothly maneuvered the now tweaking Seth onto his lap and the kid looked happy as a clam. Wiry redneck Miles chose my lap, but asked “can we switch some of the time?” rather plaintively and I assured him I was as vers as he was. “Hey,” little Seth pointed out, the big guy is getting left out – indicating Tom’s partner Ed, who as bears go was a real grizzly. “Easily solved,” I joked. Having Miles wrap his legs around my back, I stood up while still full in that tight ass (I was still in the shape to do this back then) turned and said to Ed “would you position that please?” Ed held his hard nice sized piece straight up while Karl held poppers under my nose, and I sat down on the big bear’s cock and huge thighs, all while lean lanky Miles was still impaled on my tool. “Are we crushing you?” I asked Ed over my shoulder. His cock pulsed twice in my ass as his deep voice rumbled “Only in the best way man.” More pipe and more clouds ensued while we began the sex in a relaxed casual way. The evening was just getting started. -
This story was told to me by a work colleague and it’s basically what he dictated. He invited me to watch a shared hotwife play session, and I can verify that the pussy in question is indeed ruined. There’s some cum-eating. If this isn’t your thing, bow out now. _____ I’ve always had a thing for stretched out pussy. I don’t want to slip my dick into a tight pink clam, I want it loose, wet, and open. I’m lucky to have a great wife, Michele, who has had a blast on this shared wife journey. She’s as into it as I am, if not more. And we really don’t care if you approve. Michele is petit and curvy. She hadn’t had a lot of sexual experience before we started dating, and to be honest, neither had I. We watched adult videos together and learned a lot. I guess that’s why fantasies came easy to us, so did talking about them. She brought up that she fantasized about me about sharing her with another guy. So, we looked into that and it turns out it’s totally a thing. There’s not a lot of mainstream porn out there made for straight couples who enjoy sharing their wives with other men, especially with a goal in mind of stretching out her pussy. Some dudes get into humiliation, but that’s never done it for us. It’s more about a confident couple enjoying something a little wild from time to time. From the start, we decided to only play with other guys together, and we agreed to get every guy tested for STIs before we meet up. We usually only play when she’s in her safe time of her cycle, so disease and unwanted pregnancy isn’t part of our jam, neither are condoms, but we’re smart about it. Now, we’ve played with a lot of guys and never had a scare or broken our rules. From the start of our relationship, I’ve always loved sliding into Michele’s pussy when it’s nice and juicy. I love lazy weekend afternoons because we can have a nice long fuck session together. I’ll cum first then lap at her creamy pussy until she cums on my face, and then I’ll fuck her again. That second fuck is our favorite because it just feels amazing for us both. Two loads squelching around in her pre-fucked cunt sounds and tastes delicious. I asked her if she thought about other men while I railed her cummy pussy and she whispered that she was at that moment pretending I was sliding around in another guy’s seed. That made me cum inside her immediately, filling her pussy with a second thick load to ooze out of her. I fingered her to a cummy final orgasm before cuddling with Michele in sticky afterglow. After one pussy-drenching session, Michele asked if she was loosening up down there. She’d looked at her pussy in a mirror for the first time when she was at the mall, of all places. Michele had been trying on a swimsuit over her underwear and managed to grab her panties to the side as she changed. She looked at her pussy in the changing room mirror and then really stared at it in detail soon after she got home. It's not a secret that I have a respectable six inch cock. Michele was happy with my size but worried that she wasn’t as tight as she was years ago. She joked that my six inches must have been enough to permanently stretch her out. I told her that she was even more beautiful now than the day we married. I did acknowledge that her cunt was more opened up than it had been, but that that turned me on. Shortly afterwards, I came in her pussy and she squatted over my face. I gasped at how gorgeous Michele’s freshly-bred pussy looked with fresh loads pouring out. I’ve never been squeamish, so I lapped up those pearls of seed, and moaned as I ate her opened-up pussy. Michele asked me if I’d be more turned on by her pussy being even more stretched-out. I nearly came just thinking about it. That night, we went online and bought some training toys, starting with realistic rubber dildos a bit bigger than me going all the way up to 12”. I spent several weeks playing with her pussy with my tongue, cock, and that 7” dildo. After getting used to it, and her pussy taking even longer to tighten up a bit after a session, she asked if I could find a man with a seven-inch dick to share her with. I made an ad, and this handsome guy, Tim, replied with some face, body, and dick pics. He was close by, and Michele liked his looks, so we invited him over pending a battery of tests down at the free clinic. Two days later he got results back, and I confirmed that it was a safe time for Michele. That night, we met Tim. Tim came over and we had a kind of date night at our house. We all knew what we were here for, and it wasn’t long before Tim and I took turns making out with Michele. I stood behind her chair and leaned forward to kiss her as I played with her nipples. I leaned forward and hiked up her skirt to reveal her furry pantyless crotch. Tim dove in and ate her to her first orgasm. We moved to the bedroom and stripped. We got in the bed and took turns with Michele in various positions. We put her doggy style and alternated taking turns sliding balls deep. Michele was squirting and making her pussy as wet and juicy as I’d ever seen it. I could feel her cunt lips relaxing as she took two cocks, one a solid inch longer than the other. Tim came first, balls deep, and shot his load deeper into my wife’s pussy than I’d ever be able to. Good thing it was her ‘safe time.’ Tim really did plant some seed. He pulled out and a trickle of fresh cum poured out. I smeared it around with my dick before plunging right into Michele’s freshly-fucked and just-bred slack juicy cunt. Feeling her pussy honestly more open than I’d ever seen it was so good. It was almost like my balls were slapping at the red walls of her opening rather than her puffy labia. I pistoned my hips and shot my cum as deep inside her as it would go, mixing with Tim’s cum inside Michele’s sodden pussy. Michele had another orgasm and I waited for her to catch her breath before I slowly pulled out. Tim and I took turns fingering the sticky mess that oozed out of her. Tim even ate some of our mingled cum out right out of her twat. Tim got dressed we shook hands very politely before leaving. We even joked that he should at least get a hug, what with his seed dripping down my wife’s thighs. Tim was a nice guy, but we knew this was a one-time thing with him. We knew we’d be sharing her with a few different men, practical strangers, and we didn’t want to get attached. That very night, after Tim had gone, Michele asked me to get the new 8” dildo. She was ready for another level of training that would eventually mean inviting another hung man to fuck and cum inside her. As you can guess, we invited six STI-tested men to our bed to breed my wife with me during her safe time. Each man was a solid inch bigger than the last. With every guy’s bigger dick, Michele was opened up more and more. Her cunt did tighten back somewhat but it got more and more stretched. Fucking her by myself was looser and looser every time and it felt amazing. Once, after the ten-inch-dicked man came in my wife, I had my hand around the base of my balls and my entire scrotum actually slipped inside her pussy. When I knew what had happened, I stopped and told her. Michele immediately came on my cock and balls. Even stretched out, her convulsions felt so good. I poured my cum into her, as her pussy actually squeezed the load out of my balls. By the time the last guy’s twelve-inch dick came inside her, Michele’s pussy was remade. Her labia have now stretched into a silky meaty hood. Her pussy is more gorgeous that ever and I love Michele more than ever. Since sharing her with six hung men, Michele and I are closer than ever. She brought up the idea of inviting them all over for some group fun. I brought the idea up to Tim and he said he’d join, but only if he can go second to last, allowing the bigger guys to go first and really open her up. We’re thinking of getting some fisting toys online to try those inside her as well. I think they’re made for guys to play with in butts, but Michele really prefers me stretching out her pussy. So far, her ass is virginal. She says one stretched out ruined hole is enough for now.
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I'm Cumming Out, LOL, well since before Covid at least,. Akron Steam and Sauna 4pm to midnight, Akron Ohio. This is a special cumming together of like minded men and bois of all (adult) ages. We will be breeding, seeding, and sharing DNA until the wee hours of the morning. So far about 20 men are confirmed tops, bottoms, and vers. And just to mix things up there will be neg, poz, and undetecable guys in attendence.
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Where are those people who used to arrange old/young orgies? Have not seen any of them in a while and I would have thought with the help of apps those parties would be happening more but in fact it seems to be the opposite. Too bad I live in a studio flat the most I can have are 5,6 people max.
