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I am CD slut that has a wild imagination. On occasion I have been able to make my fantasies come true due to either having sissy friends that help or my cock addiction. I absolutely love checking into low budget motels that accommodate sex workers and drug dealers. I get turned on when I know that gay Cumdump breeding orgies often happen and always hope my bed is often the location chosen to bend over and let as many anonymous men cum inside a sloppy hole. I want to meet other sissy sluts that enjoy drugs and bareback sex. I never use condoms snd love vocalizing it. I always have unprotected sex and need a slut sister that shares the same obsession for slutty outfits, meth, and letting men cum in them for hours. I would love to dress as an underaged schoolgirl that is lost. I want a hung pervy drug dealer to grope and touch me and my friend. Give us meth and tell us it will make us feel so good while texting your friends to let them know they are welcome to come use us. Post ads for us and find as many guys as possible. A catch cup for cum will be under our asses and before we know it, we are bending over and begging men to cum in us. I can’t express how much I love being a faggot and want to become known as a pretty cd slut that will do anything for meth. I want 50 plus guys to cum in my ass and to record huge cocks penetrating my sloppy loose hole that so many men have barebacked. Get me spun with another slut so I can bend over and take cum in my ass. Invite friends and help me increase the number of people that have barebacked me. Scoop cum out of my slut sister and push it into me ass. Bareback other cumdumps before me so I can enjoy taking a cock that has so much dna on it from others. Hypnotize us and charge men at the door before they line up to enjoy bareback sex with druggy cumdump sluts on a mission to have 1000 men cum in them. Me and sissy slut sister will have pigtails, nerd glasses, super short skirts, fishnets, and stripper heels. I always keep my heels on and love looking like a trashy motel hoe whenever I am letting guys cum in me. I want to feel like I’m being taken advantage of and def need to feel used. I don’t refuse loads and watch hypno porn while blowing clouds so I can focus on dedicating my life to making myself available for men that are perverted as fuck. if any other sissies wanna chat and plan a night let’s do it. If any men wanna fly me to their city and own me, I’d love that too. I need to be ruined. I love drugs and losing all inhibitions. I’m hoping to start spending all of my weekends in motels making movies of anonymous cocks Cumming in my gaping asshole. Help me get as loose as possible so cum leaks from me and fart cum out nonstop. I’ll write a part 2 about what kinds of things I crave with other girls. When I bend over and let guys put shards in my asshole... hopefully soon someone takes me on the streets so I can walk them in hopes of getting fucked behind a dumpster and letting other drug addicts piss in my asshole. thanks for reading and hit me up with any questions or comments. I need more friends to create experiences with and hopefully join me on my mission to take 1000 raw cocks on film!
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New Year’s Eve, and I knew that the bars and the sex clubs would be doing a good business, crowded with men, all looking for the same thing: sex ! It was still early, so I made a plan to check out an Adult Book Store, then hit the sex clubs, later on. But, first, I needed to do a little partying, to really put me in the mood. I was glad that I had thought ahead and texted my dealer, the day before, to replenish my supply. Before I go out trawling for sex, I like to get chemmed up. It gives me a lot of confidence, and makes all of my inhibitions disappear. My favorite way to get pretty well spun in a short amount of time is to blow clouds in and out of a condom. So, I reloaded my bubbler pipe, lit my torch, and carefully applied the small blue flame to the bowl. As soon as I saw a decent size puddle forming, I moved the torch away, and started rolling the bowl back and forth, watching closely as more and more clouds started swirling. Then, I started slowly sucking on the stem of the pipe, and I reapplied the torch, to keep the clouds swirling, continuously. As soon as I had sucked my lungs full, I pressed an unrolled condom tightly against my lips, and blew a huge cloud into it. Pinching off the end of the condom, I took a couple of breaths, then I sucked the clouds out of the condom and back into my lungs, repeating, for a total of about 20 hits, all from just one hit off the pipe. Next, I got cleaned up, then put on a steel cock ring and a black jockstrap, followed by my favorite leather chaps and my boots. But, before I was ready to leave, I wanted to hit the pipe again, so I fired it up, and, using the same method as before, took about 20 more hits, giving me a good dopamine high. I knew that the Adult Book Store closed early, so I got there around 9:00 PM. I was lucky to get a good parking place, so I decided to leave my car there when I left the Adult Book Store and headed over to the sex clubs, which were only a couple blocks away. I walked in, paid the admission, then I went straight through to the back of the store, and through the leather curtains, and into the video arcade. Just as I had expected, there were a lot of men there. I knew that would make it easier for me to hook up with guys who were looking to fuck. There was a steady parade of men walking through the arcade, sometimes opening doors and going in, and sometimes just looking inside, then continuing on. I stepped into a vacant booth, and closed and latched the door. There were glory holes on three sides of the booth, and I could tell from the garish white glow of the video screen that there were men stationed at two of the holes, waiting to suck cocks. I remembered to bring a lube applicator with me, and I used it to shoot a fair amount of lube up my hole. Then, I placed my hands on my knees and backed my ass up to the vacant glory hole, and waited, poppers in hand. In just a few minutes, I could feel a cock head rubbing up and down on my hole, so I quickly uncapped the poppers and took a couple of good hits. It was good timing because just as I started to feel my heart slamming, I could also feel the man’s cock head pushing into me. Damn, it felt good, and I started moaning each time he drove his hard cock into me. It felt like his cock was not too much thicker and longer than average, so it was a good size for my first fucking of the evening. From time to time, I took a hit of poppers while he kept up a steady pace. Before long, with his cock all the way inside of me, he stopped thrusting. I felt his cock head pulsating, deep inside of me, and I heard him groaning loudly as he began fucking me really hard, pumping his load into me, his belt buckle knocking against the wall between us with every thrust, until his balls were completely drained. He slowly pulled his cock out of my hole, and I heard him unlatch the door and leave, letting the door slam behind him. Quite a few men opened the door of the next booth, then left, letting the door slam each time. Apparently, they were looking for cocks, the same as I was. So, I just hung out, waiting, and letting the glare of the video screen illuminate my bare ass, so that it would be pretty obvious to anybody looking through the glory holes that I wanted to get fucked. Next to me, I heard a booth door close and latch, and I waited a few seconds to let him see my bare ass through the glory hole. He didn’t leave, so I knew that he must have been interested. I took a couple more hits of poppers at the same time that I pressed my ass up against the glory hole. With no warning, he rammed his cock into me and fucked me furiously. Luckily, he wasn’t very big, so I took it pretty easily. After he blew his load into me and left, there seemed to be a long stretch of time, with nothing happening, other than all the noises from around the arcade. I was thinking that it must be getting near closing time, soon. Then, I heard the familiar sound of the booth door next to me opening, closing, then being latched. I let the man see my bare ass. Then, I don’t know why, but I bent down a little and glanced through the glory hole just as the man was popping open the buttons on his jeans. As many cocks as I’ve seen, and as many cocks as I’ve had fuck me, I’m still amazed when I see a really big one. And, the donkey dick that flopped out of his jeans was definitely a big one. Very big. Backing my ass up against the glory hole, I was glad that I was feeling spun, and I was glad that I brought my poppers. I was also glad that I had just gotten fucked by two other men who had blasted some extra lube into my hole. Most extra well hung men are considerate because they’ve learned that not every guy is able to handle something that size, and this man was no exception. I took some quick hits of poppers, then felt his slippery, lubed cock head locating my hole. From previous experience taking big cocks, I’ve learned to push my hole out at the same time that he’s pushing in, until his cock head is past my opening. Then, he stopped there to let me get used to it before he slowly pushed farther in. You can bet that I was hitting the poppers, often. He stopped for a few seconds, then pushed farther in, then stopped, and pulled back a little, then stopped before pushing even farther inside. DAMN, it felt good ! Now, his big donkey dick was all the way inside my hole, and he started slowly pulling it almost all the way back, then slowly shoving it all the way back in. My heart was slamming from the poppers, I was breathing really hard because I was spun, and my butt hole was in heaven. Then, I heard someone yell that it was ten minutes until closing time. Damn ! I wanted to feel this donkey dick fucking me all night. I was glad that he didn’t stop. He obviously wanted to dump his load in me because he kept his cock most of the way inside of me, and took short fast strokes. It felt like his cock was getting even bigger. When he started cumming, he took longer strokes. He quickly shoved his big donkey dick all the way inside me, and held it there. I could feel jets of cum splattering inside me before he pulled back then drove all the way into me again, dumping more and more of his load. As soon as he pulled his big donkey dick all the way out of me, I quickly inserted my butt plug to keep all that cum from gushing out of me. I sat in my car for maybe 15 minutes, hitting my glass pipe and replaying what had just happened. FUCK, I wanted more cock ! I got out of my car and headed over to the sex club. I had my hand inside my jockstrap, stroking my meth-shrivled cock, and with every step I took, I could feel the butt plug massaging my butt hole, and making me hornier than ever. Arriving at the sex club, I checked in, paid the admission, and got two bottles of water, one of which I chugged right down. There were definitely a lot of men here, so I knew it would be easy to get fucked. Before taking a quick tour of the club, I went directly to the slings, on the off chance that one of them was available. No such luck. All of them were in use, and a large group of men was crowding in as close as possible, to watch the action. I’d come back later. I didn’t find much else of interest, so I entered the always dependable Dark Room. Even though it’s mostly dark, they give you a glow in the dark wrist band to wear, so the longer you’re in the Dark Room, the easier it is to see and feel your way around. Having left my butt plug in my locker, I was more than ready to get fucked some more. A lot more. There was a narrow bench along one wall, so I bent over and placed my hands on the bench, with my legs spread a little, and my ass sticking out. Almost immediately, I felt a slippery cock head rubbing up and down my crack until it found my hole and shoved inside. Good size cock. He fucked me sometimes slowly, sometimes pounding his cock into me. After maybe five minutes, he pulled out without shooting his load, and he disappeared. No problem. I knew that, it was still fairly early, and that most guys liked to do a lot of fucking, but they held off on cumming until later on. Right away, a second guy’s hands were on my ass, and I felt 2 fingers, then 3 fingers working my hole, hard and fast. I stood up just long enough to take a couple hits of poppers, and, as soon as I bent over again, his thick cock was at my hole, pushing hard. With the 3 loads of cum that I took at the adult book store, my hole was well lubed, and with a little persistence, he managed to force his cock into me. Fuck, he was really stretching my hole ! But, I wasn’t complaining. The bigger the better, and he was really giving me a good fucking ! But, before he could shoot his load, he pulled his big dong out of my ass and walked away. One good thing about the Dark Room is that almost all of the men are all business. They’re in there to fuck and get fucked. Although they usually want to hold off on shooting their loads until they’re ready to leave, while they’re in the Dark Room, they don’t waste any time, moving from one guy to the next. Fine with me. I’m there to get fucked by as many cocks as possible. As I bent forward again, my heart still slamming from the hits of poppers, another cock was ready and waiting, pushing hard against my hole, intent on fucking me. Without any hesitation, he rammed his cock all the way in me and started pounding my ass really hard. I was glad that I had gotten pretty well spun before I left my house because, although my ass was really hungry for cock, this guy was giving me a really intense fucking. He stopped only long enough for me to take a few hits of poppers. Then, he bent me over again, and rammed his cock into me, taking up right where he had left off. Then, I guess he needed to take a break, because he suddenly pulled his cock out of my hole, patted his hand on my hip a couple of times, and walked away. Even though I was high and couldn’t keep track of time, I’d guess that I was in the Dark Room for about an hour and a half, getting fucked almost continuously by one cock after another. Every once in a while, I would wander out to where the slings were located, but each time all of them were occupied. I stood there watching the men in the slings, getting their asses fucked by one cock after another. As I listened to them grunting and moaning, I could feel my hole twitching, wishing that one of the slings would become vacant. It was fucking hot to watch, but that was where my ass wanted to be, so I stood there, watching for no more than a few minutes. I kept returning to the Dark Room where there was no lack of men of all ages, shapes, and cock sizes, looking for any willing hole to fuck, and my hungry hole was more than happy to accommodate them. Eventually, some of the men must have been ready to leave because more and more of them didn’t pull out. Each man who was fucking me suddenly started breathing rapidly, then he shoved his cock all the way in me, his body shuddering all over as he pumped his load deep inside my hole. I counted 8 loads. I could feel the cum starting to leak out of my ass, so I quickly returned to my locker, retrieved my butt plug, and shoved it into place. This time, when I made my way back to where the slings were, there was finally one available, so I hopped into it. A line of men kept walking by, checking out me as well as the guys who were occupying the other slings. I didn’t have to wait more than a few seconds for a guy to step up, open his pants, and stroke his cock a few times before he shoved it into my cum lubed ass, and fucked me with a purpose, while a group of maybe 20 or 25 men stood close to the action and slowly stroked their cocks as they watched me getting fucked. Most of them had been edging for hours, and now they were ready to explode. Very soon, the guy who was fucking me, held onto the waist band of my chaps and let out a loud groan, as he bucked his hips and blasted a big load of cum into me. As soon as each man shot his load in my ass and pulled out, another guy, his cock already hard and ready to go, took his place and started fucking me. That went on without a break until I had taken 9 more loads of cum. By then, most of the men were clearing out, and I decided to do the same. After climbing out of the sling, I hurried to my locker, got my butt plug, and pushed it back in, trapping all those loads of cum inside of my hole. Then, I stood up and buckled my butt plug harness around my waist and tightened the strap in back so that the firm leather plate was pressing hard against the base of the butt plug, keeping it firmly in place. I picked up my leather motorcycle jacket from the clothes check, left a tip, then walked outside. Walking back to my car, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to go home or check out another sex club that was nearby. I knew that club stayed open very late and attracted a good crowd long after the bars closed. One thing I was sure of was that I wanted to party, so I sat in my car and fired up my glass pipe and blew a huge cloud into a condom, just like I had done at home. Back and forth I shot-gunned the cloud into the condom, then sucked it all back into my lungs, again taking about 20 hits, altogether. DAMN, that felt good ! When I realized that I had been unconsciously flexing my hole around my butt plug, I knew that I wasn’t going home, yet. I paid the admission and got checked in at the second sex club. While I was at the clothes check counter, I saw a hot man heading my way, leading a boy by a leash. I glanced at the boy who was wearing nothing but boots and a collar, then back at the man holding the leash. He was probably in his late 40’s, about 6-2, and he was wearing a muir cap, boots, chaps, and a harness that really showed off his broad, muscular chest. But, what really got my attention was his codpiece pouch that was so big he had to walk a little bow-legged.
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Looking to come to Berlin in the New Year and want to be a whore, cum and piss dump for a load of guys. I walk in told to strip given a premade slam, then I'm threw to the ground to be used by as many guys as possible.
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This is the story of the last filthy fetish my wife and I got into before our separation. These events all happened in sleazy motel near the Vancouver International Airport, and we did this scenario twice. After our separation, she continued to scratch this itch, and I still see her post up craigslist ads every few months, so she's still doing this. One of the ads showed up last weekend, which is what made me decide to post this story. While this is posted in fiction, it all happened just like this, nothing made up, nothing needed to be. These events remain the single filthiest thing I have ever done or seen done by a man or woman. When I see these events pop up, I amuse myself by sending friends to join in. Several have made the cut and brought back pics, and also her juices for me to slurp off their cocks. It all started when my wife found amateur porn of a woman, in bondage, blindfolded and with loud music playing over earbuds taped into her ears. The woman was obviously thus blind and deaf, and restrained, and a series of men entered the hotel room to use her while a man narrated to the camera stories of all her filthy former exploits. At one point two black men use her, and the narrator tells them she's a racist who despises blacks. The men respond by both removing their condoms and filling her cunt with sperm. My wife was in heaven. We watched it together, and she was eager to try it out. We blindfolded her, stuffed earbuds into her ears, wrapped her head in tensor bandages and fucked. She loved it, but it was really just a dry run. We fine tuned the details, and we booked a motel room. I placed a craigslist ad, and let her vet the respondents. She chose 10 guys, and left the invitations to me. Before I did so, unbeknownst to her, I contacted the two party tops who had been owning my ass once a month at the bath house, and found them eager to sample my wife, and they assured me they could bring more. I arranged for my tops to come to the motel room for 8pm, and invited the ones from the ad to come at 10. They could have what was left after my 9" BBC slam daddy and my 8.5" 68 year old silver fox daddy finished shredding her holes, along with their friends. I picked her up from work (she's an accountant with one of the major banks) at 3pm on friday, the trunk full of bondage and sex supplies, video gear, and party favours. We hopped on the quickest route to Richmond, and arrived at the hotel by 4pm. Good time in the usually awful Metro Van traffic. We stopped for a light meal at a place nearby after checking in. Richmond BC has the best Chinese food in the entire world, including china. If you're ever in town do two things: contact me here to see if there is a party, and make sure you eat at least one meal at one of our best restaurants. Returning to the motel, I prepared my wife. I washed her thoroughly, and cleaned out her asshole completely. I shaved her cunt and asshole and legs, and had her put her hair in very secure pigtails. I carefully inserted a pair of earbuds, then strapped on her blindfold. I carefully wrapped her head with a sticky reusable tensor bandage called 'vet wrap', binding the blindfold and earbuds in place while leaving her pigtails, mouth, and nose free. Vet wrap is incredible stuff, it sticks to itself but not to skin or hair, holds in place, and if kept clean can be used over an over. It's good for all kinds of animals, including slutty two legged ones like my whore of a wife. With her head secure, I collared her, and hooked her leash down the head of the bed and onto the bed frame. I shackled her wrists together, and placed shackles on her ankles, a leather corset with sturdy rings around her waist, and places some spreader bars and snap hooks where they would be handy if we chose to restrain her further. It was 7:45, my first guests, who she thought were the guests she had chosen, would be arriving slightly early. I connected her iPod to the earbuds. I reminded her that her safe word was 'Firetruck' to stop whatever was happening that moment, and Frankenstein to stop the scene. I switched on the 90 minute looping mix of porno soundtracks, sex noises, and EDM we had selected to drown her hearing. She was now isolated from the world of sound and light, and about to be thrust roughly into the world of touch to an extent she had never dreamed. There was a knock on the door.- 28 replies
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My accidental night…(fiction) I was driving in a snowstorm and went off the road. There was no one around anywhere, no cell service, I was freezing and totally fucked. So I decided to walk towards a small shopping center, I was not prepared so I was freezing. Nothing was open except for a video store. So I walked in and asked if I could use the phone, I called a tow truck and they said it wouldn’t be until tomorrow since there was a huge accident on the main highway that was getting cleaned up. Fuck me. I ask the guy if there are any motels around, he said no, but there is a bathhouse that rents rooms for the night. I sigh, where is it? I ask. He says it’s attached to the building but you have to walk around the side of the building. I thank him and walk over. I walk in and it smells like chlorine. I ask if there are rooms and how much? The guy at the window says, 20 bucks. I say ok. I ask if there is a dryer I could use, the guy says bring me your wet clothes and I will dry them for you. I am grateful and thank him. The place is empty. I take my key and towel and quickly hit the room and lock the door behind me. Room is simple but it will do. I stripped down and wrapped myself in the towel and climb into bed to warm up. I dozed off and woke to a knock on the door, I jump up and ask who it is… Its John from the front desk, I open the door and it’s the guy, now wrapped in a towel. Where are your clothes? I am leaving soon and want to dry them for you before I head out. I thank him again and hand him the clothes. Be right back he says. A few minutes later he returns, closes the door, and asks what happened, I tell him and he says the accident would have made me sit in the car, so maybe its divine intervention. I laugh. Come with me to the sauna, there is no one here, so its ours. I say sure, and he loosens his towel and tightens it again, I get a glimpse of his cock, impressive, about 6 inches soft. He leads the way to the sauna, feels good in here I say. We chat more and he tells me he has to get home soon but knows the roads are still closed. Thirsty he asks? I say yes, be right back, he leaves and comes back with a couple waters. I grab mine and drink half the bottle right away. I lean back and its quiet, I feel light headed from the heat, he moves close to me and says, yeah its really hot in here. I guess a few others came in since I came now and were in the room. I heard him talking to them but didn’t know what was being said. Drink up bud, its hot, then we will go to the couch room and chill. I drink the rest and he helps me walk to the room, but we never make it, I start to fade out. I wake up in a sling, shackled in, unable to move, ass wide open. I suddenly feel something sharp in my hole, I feel it shoved in hard, I moan, its ok bud, its just a booty bump to help you loosen up, with that he shoved his finger deep in my ass, I feel the scratching deep in me and then a warm feeling in my ass. That should take quick since I cleaned him out before we put him in here. He then shoves his cock deep, all 9 thick inches. I start begging to be fucked. He laughs, oh we will. I glance around and there are about 12 guys in line. Each of them were sporting a biohazard tat in the same spot. We are initiating you to the club, you will have this tattoo as well. I get fucked by these guys multiple times, I am there 8 hours and just constantly fucked. My ass is dripping. Cleaning cocks that were in me. They take me out of the sling and put me on a filthy mattress, there is a guy on his back and they order me to ride him. A hot black guy with an 11 inch cock, the other guys pick me up and impale me with his cock. The then lean me over him and he starts fucking me, another guy comes up from behind and rams his cock in my ass, ripping me open, the black guy laughs out loud, awh did that hurt bitch? And fucks me harder, as does the other guy. I am the president of this club he tells me and I might take you as my own. With that he tells the other guy to get off and he flips me onto my back and fucks me like no one ever has. Hmmm I like you, he grabs a little box, opens it and finds the biggest rock, he pulls out shoves the rock in my ass and fucks it all the way in. He pounds me and stops, he cum’s, then fucks me again. This went on for a few hours. One final huge load, I couldn’t believe his stamina. He was a beauty however. I was coming down off my high. He told me he wanted to see me later that day. So I went to his place and he had a nice little dinner waiting, but he was naked and wanted to load me up before, during and after dinner. I gleefully obliged. I became his little PNP whore, I was his, we were together. I was at the gym with him everyday and I was in his bed every night, he also lent me out to his friends. Fully charged with lots of plus sign tattoos on my ass for the amount of poz loads I have taken. Worst night changed my life, and I will never regret it.
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Part I I wasn’t always a piece of garbage. I once had been brought up in a nice conservative, middle class household and was track for a college career and a nice job someday into the future, but being a true-born trashy Asian slut I couldn’t resist the temptation of the pipe. It started out with weed, buying by the gram and smoking out of a bowl, escalated to buying ounces and taking monster hits out of grav bongs, then I would hop in my car, recklessly drive to a stranger’s house, and let him fuck me. Anything to get some dick, I didn’t care who it was, but I liked daddies and middle-aged men the most. Daddies are so much hornier, the way they touch your skin with their coarse, hungry hands. Then one day I was smoking with a 42-year-old daddy before we fucked. He was a big guy, about 5’11”, a little guido-looking with his hair gelled up, deep spray tan, gigantic muscles, and shades. He was wearing a tight black wife-beater, tight white pants, and flip flops. He pulled out a glass pipe and asked, “You into T?” “What’s that?” I asked, ready to try any drug he was about to offer. “Ever heard of crystal meth?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking a little bag of white shards in front of me. I stared at it hungrily. I had tried molly and ecstasy before, but meth was a trashy drug, a drug I pictured wasted, twisted lowlifes smoke in trailers. I had never known it was even around in the area. “Hell yeah,” I responded. I was already high as I ever was, barely able to respond to his questions, but I snorted a line of coke a few minutes ago and was wide awake. My breaths were getting heavy and slow and I was getting tingly sensations all over my body. Hell I was horny. He took a small straw and measured out a few small crystals into the pipe. Little did I know how much and how potent those few shards actually turned out to be. Daddy showed me the ropes. “Here, hold the pipe to your lips and just tilt it sideways. I’m going to light and wait for the crystals to swirl around in the bowl. I’ll tell you when to start sucking.” He lit the lighter and held the flame just below the bowl. A few seconds passed and swirls start forming, getting thicker, until the bowl was a cloud of smoke so thick it was almost yellow. “Suck slowly, let it stream in through your mouth,” he instructed. I let the smoke trickle into my body, but it didn’t stop. The thick white smoke wasn’t thinning, so I sucked just a little bit harder. A rush of chemicals (it smelled like it) smacked me, but he gently held my face and told me to stay on the pipe. I sucked, and just coughed the T out of my nostrils. Finally, I left the pipe and sprayed the room with a brilliant cloud of thick white smoke that hung over our heads. “Fuck yeah, you cheap cunt,” Daddy growled. “You’re gonna get tweaked out tonight.” He himself took a small hit. He was saving it for me. He had plans for me. I took four more big hits, then he repacked the bowl and torched it, casually sucking in more smoke than I imagined possible. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled my lips to his, and shot gunned it into me. My head was spinning from the weed and the meth, and my skin felt like my whole body was meant to be penetrated in any way possible. I was unbearably horny. I had worn tight denim shorts that sagged below my g-string and a spaghetti strap cropped to my chest to reveal a small 4-pack. “Feeling good?” he asked. “Feeling dirty,” I purred. I crawled onto his bed dangled my head over the side. Guido Dad didn’t take off his pants, simply unzipping the fly to unleash a massive 8 inch meat rod with a giant thick head. I had prepared for this, with a painfully large butt plug crammed in my ass on the drive here. “You ready for this? My little slut?” He lit up a cigarette and slid his cock down my throat. It slid clumsily over my tongue, far too big for my mouth. The head was larger than a large strawberry. He pulled my mouth open and went deeper, resting the head until it just tickled the back of my throat. I slurped my tongue frantically along the top, trying to lick at the delicious head. He grabbed the sides of my face and slowly fucked me as I slurped his dick. It ached my jaws, but it was worth it. It smelled like his musk, and there was a light amount of hair around the base of his dick. After a few moments he would take out his dick and pour some water down my throat; my mouth was getting dry from the high. My mind was blown, the meth had opened up a nirvana for me while Guido Dad’s dick was pounding my throat and face until I gagged and spluttered thick globs of saliva over my face. This was what I was meant to do. I thought I had no purpose in life, but this was it. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and fed me a little more water. By now his dick was slobbering wet and drooping threads of saliva over my face. He smelled of fresh cigarettes, it was incredibly sexy. The room was spinning as I lay there panting, my face covered in his sweaty hairy balls. My face and chest felt hot and my heart was pounding quickly. “Fuck you, you’re just a hole, aren’t you?” He grumbled. “You live at home with Mommy and Daddy, boy?” “No,” I gasped, globs of spit flowing from my open mouth, down to my cheeks, and sticking onto his balls. “Good, cuz you’re not gonna see them for a while. I have bigger plans for you,” he grunted. He looked so hot in that wife beater. His face looked sadistic, like he was taking pleasure in seeing how much he’s degraded me with just ten minutes of deep throat. “I’m not gonna let some hungry nineteen-year-old pussy go to waste like this.” I was OK with that. I was ready to sign myself over to him to be his whore, his property that he can use and rent, a place where he dumps his loads. His dick was now rock hard, a magnificent club of meat, a deadly sperm gun. He emptied his little bag into his silicon lube, shook it up, and started liberally applying it to my hole along with motor oil. “After I fuck this trashy little butt, I’m going to make a few bucks off of you,” he grunted. “But I’m not going to do it without your consent. If you want me to be your pimp daddy, it’s for life until I’m done with that hole. If you agree to this, there’s no turning back. I own you, and I’ll drug you up with meth, pot, poppers, and crack everyday, and you will serve any man who needs a pussy. I’ll make sure you’re black-out high every minute you’re awake. I’ll have you gangbanged in motel rooms, take a quick load in a public bathroom, tied up in bathhouses, maybe even parties here. You are a worthless, trashy, tweaked up cumdump, and you know it. So what do you say?” My head was spinning, and the moments between blinks started feeling very long. Holy shit, I was flying. “Hell yeah,” I moaned through my sloppy wetness. He grinned like a devil. This guy was a bad man, alright, but everything he said was true. I knew why I was put on this earth now, and he was going to guide me to my ultimate goal: to just be a fuckhole, that is what boys are meant to do for men, and that is all I’m worth. “Before I wreck that little slit permanently, I’m gonna reward you for your answer,” he said. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a dirty sock and a bottle of Maximum Impact, sprayed it, and slammed it over my face. A rush of chemicals was flooding into my system, and all of a sudden there was nothing. I ass was on fire, desperate for cock, and I moaned under the sock as the impact continued to attack me, funneling sluttiness into my blood. I had blacked out and my eyes stared into nothingness as Guido Dad removed the sock, and I could barely hear I was so tweaked out and fucked up. I could see him prepare a syringe above my head, but the room was spinning so fast, I couldn’t focus on it. I felt a sudden tightness on my arm. “Flex,” he commanded, and I responded, and he tied a belt around my bicep. I heard him moving around me and slowly inserted the needle into a large vein. I felt the prick, but my body was so relaxed I didn’t even react. I felt it take back some blood, then go deeper, deeper, deeper...
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THE NEWEST STAFF MEMBER Part 1: MeaTing the appliCUNTS “NEXT!” Riley called at full volume into the large gymnasium/impromptu waiting room, before glancing up and realizing there was only one kid still waiting to interview for the sales position. “Oh sorry kid…didn’t see you there…you know this position is for 18 or older, right?” “Yessir,” responded the lad who Riley guessed to be 15 at the oldest, based on his height, smooth skin, round cheeks and the layer of baby fat still clinging to his trim frame. Sensing the older man’s disbelief, the boy produced his Velcro wallet by tugging on the chain connecting it to his neon green belt, which contained a driver’s license that showed him to be 18 only two weeks before. “See dude…I mean, sir. Just turned 18 on the 23rd of last month.” “I see that,” Riley said, still examining the ID. The edge of the window containing the laminated sheet conveniently covered the expiration date, making the man smirk to himself. He remembered using the same trick when using his cousin’s expired ID to get into clubs in college. Still the boy was able to answer all the trick questions Riley could come up with (what is your sign? Isn’t your house right down the street from ______? I guess that means you graduated in _____?), so he let it drop and turned his attention to the kid’s application as he turned to head back into the office. “I don’t wanna waste your time young man,” Riley said to the boy, offering him a seat across the small desk from where he’d set up his laptop. “We’re looking for someone with some sales experience, and the only work you’ve done is mowing lawns and walking dogs.” “If you give me a chance Mr. um” The boy paused, realizing he’d forgotten to catch Riley’s name when he announced it to the group earlier that morning. “Marx. Riley Marx.” The older man reminded him, smirking again at the inexperience the teen showed. “Seriously?” The boy’s face widened with a smile, making him seem even younger. “Riley is my name too!” “Is that so?” Marx returned the smile as he glanced down at the application the teen filled out and turned into him. “This says your name is Robert Dawson.” “Uh, yeah.” The boy’s voice cracked as his mind sped to find an explanation. “that’s, you know, my, um, legal name. Everyone just, um, CALLS me Riley, cause, um, my Dad’s name is Robert too and that way we don’t get mixed up.” It was more likely that this young man really was named Riley and the ID and name belonged to a similar looking older brother or perhaps even a family friend, but Riley Marx decided he would let it slide since the boy seemed so relieved that he was not asking any follow up questions. Instead he sat back and listened to the determined teen insist that, given the chance, he’d prove himself to be a hard worker, quick learner and dedicated employee. He told a sad tale of his acceptance into a program at the nearby community college, but being unable to afford it as the 5th of 7 kids. It was tempting to hire the boy, but Marx knew better than to give in to such fancies when corporate sent him to handle the hiring of a new sales force at jobfairs like this one. They cared very little about sweet stories and high hopes in comparison to high volume sales and technical know-how. Heartbroken, the boy stood and shook the hand of the 43 year old interviewer and walked slowly towards the door, nodding along as he heard the same reasons he’d heard at every interview he’d been to since dropping out of school and getting his GED. As he was about to step back into the gym, now eerily quiet and lonely with no one left waiting, he stopped and turned to make one last plea. “Please sir, I gotta get some money and move out on my own. I can’t take another day sleeping in a room with my 3 brothers, sharing one bathroom between the 9 of us,” the younger Riley begged, his eyes welling up with tears. The older Riley was still ready to stand firm until the boy uttered the three most perfect words: “I’ll do anything.” “I can’t hire you for the company,” Riley Marx repeated, causing the boy to look down and sigh, but his gaze shot up as the man continued. “But, if you’re willing, I’ve been looking for someone to work for me as a pool cleaner, grounds keeper and general go-fer at my house. I can’t pay much, but you could stay in the basement while you’re working for me, and there should be plenty of spare time for you to find another part-time job and perhaps even start school again.” “I’LL TAKE IT! ” The boy shouted, lunging back into the room and thrusting his hand into the older man’s palm. “Thanks so much dude, this is awesome-“ “Not so fast!” The man said, stopping the pumping hand grasping his own, and pulling the teen in slightly. “If I’m gonna put my ass on the line for you, there will be no more of this Dude stuff. It will be Sir or Mr. Marx, and I will call you Riley or kid, got it?” “Yes Ri- I mean Yes sir, Mr. Marx.” The teen was a quick study. “Good, and one more thing,” Mr Marx lowered his voice and pulled the teen even closer, until his sandy brown mop of hair was so near to Mr. Marx’ nose that he could smell the cheap shampoo and sweet scent of hair gel, making his dick begin to harden inside his designer briefs. “I can’t have my neighbors thinking I hired some random kid off the streets or wake up to your parents banging on my door, demanding I return their little boy, so as far as your family is concerned, you tell them you’ve got a job working as a camp counselor and won’t be able to call or text or anything except occasionally email. If anyone near my house asks, you’re my nephew, and you’re living with me until you find a job, understood kid?” “Yes sir, Mr Marx. Thank you sir!” They shared a momentary “bro-hug” (one arm pat on the back while shaking the other arm) and the teen dashed off with instructions to check his email when he got home, where he would find Mr. Marx address and the time and day that weekend he was to arrive. Now that the kid was gone, Marx wasted no time in opening his laptop, freeing his hard cock from his khakis and briefs and setting to work to find the boy on social media. With the help of the 20 year old female profile, (Tricia) he’d created to aid in such searches, he quickly landed on the home page, blog and profile of one Riley Dawson. Jerking furiously, he scrolled through album after album of pictures from school dances, summer parties, family vacations, until he found some pictures from a friend’s slumber party with a lock on them. Two lines of flirting with the boy who’d posted them and a friend request from Tricia was all it took to get the password and Marx had to slow his stroking to stop from cumming right then and there. From start to finish, the photos showed the kid and a few buddies performing a strip show for some girls, each lad eventually ending up in nothing but a sock pulled on over his semi-hard teen tent pole. Some of the teens were better hung or more ripped, but none of them had the cute, innocent, cherubic look that Riley Dawson had. Plus, the kid was nearly hairless from head to toe, except for a light dusting under each arm, a slight trail from his belly button to his “sock” and some peach fuzz on his calves, forearms and buns. The most promising pictures appeared once the boys were back in their boxers though. A set showing the underage party goers enjoying a bottle of jack daniels, jello shots and a very large bong with a huge bowl filled to the brim with green, sticky-looking weed. The last photo in the collection featured the kid, bong in one hand, plastic cup filled with jack and coke in the other, as he exhaled a mighty cloud of smoke towards the camera. Jumping up with his pants around his ankles and dashing as best he could to the door, Marx locked it and shut the blinds over the window looking out from the rec center office onto the empty gym. He could hear the sounds of kids playing ball in the next gym over and occasionally their coach’s whistle, but he risked the possibility of being found in favor of smoking while jerking to the photos of his new guest. Whipping out his glass bubble, he sparked the torch and melted the crystal puddle inside it. His hand left his throbbing 9 inch prime cut of meat long enough to take a massive hit from the pipe, before setting it aside and continuing his work. He imagined how easy it was going to be to convince the kid to try smoking tina, and with a small dose of g to ease the road, how much fun they’d have once he had the kid, nude, lubed and stuffed full of his massive member. Closing his eyes and seeing the teen’s smile, he heard the boy’s voice repeat over and over “I’ll do anything” and could see his face change into a gasp of ecstasy as his imaginary penis covered them both in boycum, while his sweet virgin hole took every inch of Marx meat until he was swallowed entirely by boybuns. Fountains of sperm erupted from the perverted drug-dealing middle-aged man’s cock at that moment. The desk, keyboard, screen, cheap carpet, squeaky old rolling chair, his shirt, pants, briefs, tie and even the calendar pinned up behind him all received a healthy shot of seamen across them, soaking in where they could, and otherwise drying until sticky and crusty white. When the last spasm shook his body, Mr. Marx collected himself, emailed the photos to a couple of friends and packed up his belongings. The idea of cleaning his fluids from the office furniture or at least wiping off the boys basketball calendar crossed his mind, but he decided to leave things as they were, since no one would be back to this office for a few hours anyway, and by then the stains would be mistaken for spilled soda or sunscreen. “Shit,” Mr. Marx stopped just outside the door to the exit, and turned instead to the locker room, since he could see the splash of cum across his oxford, tie and pants now that he was under the fluorescent lights of the gym once more. Standing at the sink, he dabbed the spots with cold water, and while he saved the shirt and khakis, he knew there was no chance for the tie. Untying it and pulling it from round his neck, he rolled it up and tucked it in his pocket, deciding to save it anyway, his mind filling with naughty thoughts of how many ways he could use it to restrain his new teenage boytoy. His cock was hard again, so he turned around and walked back towards the stalls, only stopping when he heard a soft moan coming from a changing booth at the far end of the lockerroom. Glancing down to where it originated, he had a hard time seeing since the lights were out at that end and the sun had set enough to only give a soft glow through the frosted glass bricks that lined the top of the stalls. Still, he couldn’t miss the unmistakable sound of a lighter clicking and a boy coughing while an older voice whispered “that’s good boy. Take another hit then get back to sucking my cock.” Sneaking closer, careful to be as quiet as possible, Mr. Marx smiled as the occupants came into view. The older voice belonged to the Basketball coach and Mr. Marx longtime friend who allowed him to use the gym for interviews. The young coughs belonged to a teen from the team, who was so busy puffing at the pipe and thrusting his hard cock against the coach’s, that he never saw the two old pervs share a smile and the coach signal for Mr. Marx to come join them. The boy choked and coughed on his huge cloud, but the coach wasted no time before shoving the young college bound ball player’s head towards his hefty 8 inch uncut black meat. With his mouth impaled on the black battering ram, no one heard his muffled scream as Mr. Marx unleashed his dripping dick and speared it up the boy’s hole. Crying and struggling, the boy was no match for the two older, more experienced men, who had raped barely legal lads like him for nearly twenty years together. It wasn’t until he was so defeated that he went limp that his arms were allowed to fall from where the coach had twisted them behind his back. Knees buckling, he only whimpered as they twirled him onto his back on the changing booth floor and continued tag teaming his hole while feeding him hit after hit off the pipe. Soon he had two sizeable cumloads inside him, and his own boyjizz splattered all over his smooth tan abs, team jersey, and smeared across his coffee colored lips and burgeoning black moustache. “Thanks for letting me get in on that,” Marx said as the men watched the teen limp to his beaten-up old sedan and speed off towards home. Experience told him not to worry about the young man possibly reporting him for rape. To young latin studs like him, masculinity was everything, and if it got out that he’d taken the sperm of a black stallion and some white business man, he’d be dead to his family, and never be able to find a woman who would marry him. “I’ll text you this weekend, Coach, once my new pool boy moves in and you can return the favor after I break in his virgin ass.” “Sounds good Mr. Marx,” The muscular black 47 year old replied as they parted ways in the parking lot. “Been awhile since we shared a virgin, you gonna invite all the guys?” “Maybe,” Marx replied, feeling his dick throb again. “we’ll see if I think he can survive a gang bang like that…” End of part 1
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Any tops around that want to breed me?? Give me a shout and I will give you the details. Thanks
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The following is generally true to the best I can remember it. Winter is coming. It's November and it's getting cold out. A friend has invited several of us over for some pnp and fisting fun. There are 5 of us in total. We are all older late 40's to late 60's. Most are bear type though not all. We are most definitely pervs who like to have fun. I knew our host and one other person there. The others were from different parts of the country. The room was set up with 2 slings, a fuck bench, a massage table, and a big blow up mattress that was as tall as a normal bed and looked to be queen size. We all partied though one of the group has never slammed before and was open to trying for the first time. Once we all arrived, I made a call via a friend and was able to get some Tina to come play with us. Once I picked it up I ended up being the one to prepare everything and would be administering to each person. I suspect this was because I may have had more experience and was more cautious and explained everything as we were making preparations. We all sit down and I talk to each person about there experience with Miss T. Once I am comfortable with each persons level we discuss how much for each person. As a side note I know everyone says to weigh though I am one to normally back fill each point to a specified line. We stayed with how I normally filled each point but we did some weight measurements as well. What we found was in general if you back filled to .30 it weighed out to .20. We tested this out over several different amounts to confirm the general average. The guy who had slammed I will call "L". He was a bit short and skinny. Very experienced in fisting and play as well as smoking and some booty bumps. We set his backfilled amount to .15 I would generally suggest .10 for a first time but his over all experience with Tina gave me a comfort level to give him a little more. The host who I will call "M", oldest man there, loved fisting, had magic hands and just an all around warm personalty. We set his between .20 and .25. The other local gentleman was an alpha bear, liked being in control. We set hit to .20 I think. The 4th gentleman was very experienced and so his level was set to .30. I set mine to .30 as well. As I prepared each point I had the person who it belonged to to assist me and confirm each step. The confirmed the amount of tina in the point. They confirmed that it was dissolved in the water completely. They confirmed the vein to use as well. I insisted on the involvement because it's a lot of responsibility when you are administering it. We were now cleaned and prepared. Everyone was naked and we were in a well lite room, not the play room and had a couple of chairs if anyone needed to sit down after the slam. I gave the guy with the most experience like mine his .30 first. I got the vein, confirmed the flash and injected it all with no problems. He puts the wipe over the area, I pull the point out, strap off and he raises his arm. Then several hard coughs. He goes whoa. I have not coughed like that in a long time. That is good. I ask again to make sure he is good. I then do the host, M next. He does not cough but says it is really good. I had did them first to allow L to see several slams before he did his and to confirm he still was up for it otherwise we would make it a booty bump. He was still good to go. We found the vein, confirmed the flash and then I started ti inject making sure he was not feeling any pressure or burning etc... All was well. When the strap was taken off he coughed probably a good half a dozen or more times. We took a moment here to make sure he was okay and once the coughing stopped he was. I then finished the last person and we all went into the play room. Notice I have not done my slam yet. "L" gets into one sling and is asking to get some ass play and a fist him. The other man who's slam was as big as mine took the other sling. I sit down at the table where toys are and such. There is enough light so I can do my slam. I find my self easy to slam for the most part. I usally don't even need a tie off. I insert my point and find my vein and confirm the flash. I have .30 of tina and the water has lifted the level to .50. I take a cleansing breath and let it out. I then start to inject myself but in the back of my mind I say don't put it all in. I leave .10-.13 approximately left of the .50. I become warm all over. Metallic taste in my throat. I get very still. I have a momentary thought if I am going to get sick. It passes. I think I start to rock. I am pretty sure my cock starts to drip like crazy as it shrivels up and I look like I am 12 or something. My cock is not big to start with. It's 5-6 inches and on the thin side. My balls are certainly much more pronounced though. "M" turns and asks me if I am okay. I finally say yes or shake my head. This slam has hit me really hard. I just want to be a slut and hole used by anyone who wants to use me. I have had some good slams but this was better then even my first slam. Those who slam would understand that in some respects we are chasing that first slam with each new slam. I at this point, no pun intended, was willing to do anything that anyone would suggest to me if it meant I would get fucked and filled with cum and non stop ass play. That was what I was right then. "M" asks me what i want. I get it out to help me to the fuck bench. I like the fuck bench more then the sling. It opens me up and is more comfortable I think. I become vocal asking to be used and needing fucked etc... Probability even babbling a little. This was really strong and I am glad I had the sense not to take it all. Being last has it's advantages. You get to see how everyone else reacts. "M" starts to play with my hole. I really want him to fuck me but not going to happen right now. He uses his fingers and then starts using toys. I ask for larger and or rougher. At some point I must have said something really pervy which "M" has heard me say but "L" registered it as well. Somehow it registered that I said something I should not have and was able to not say it again and change directions in my tina addled sex thoughts. At this point I have no idea how much time has past. Not a long time but some. "M" has 4 fingers and even part of his thumb in me but his hand is huge. I have been fisting for 10 plus years as a top. I was taught by some very experienced who showed me the right way and such that on them I could almost get to my armpit and I have small hands and long arms. On the other hand no matter how much I have tried I had never take a fist. I have taken some very big cocks and toys including the hand grande shaped butt plug that is 10 inches around I think. Never a fist though. I knew it was all in my head but still. "M" stopped playing and got up from behind me. "L' tells me he is there now. "L"s hands are small like mine. Next time my fellow slam pervs
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Part 1 My name in Bradley Bartholomew Barrington. It was during my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18 and was starved for sex. I had heard from people I chatted with on line that the bathhouse was a great place to lose my virginity. I was warned to be careful since most guys who went to the baths preferred to fuck raw. As much as bareback sex war a turn on, I knew it could be risky. Most of my straight friends preferred to fuck their girlfriend without rubbers, but I didn't want to catch anything so early in my sex life. I worked things out with a friend to cover for me so I could hit the bathhouse on a Friday night. I followed some advice I was given and made sure I was 'cleaned out' and ready to be fucked (if it came too that), heading to the bathhouse around 10 pm, trying to get in before it got too busy and they increased the cover to get inside. I parked down the block not wanting anyone to recognize my car in the parking lot and walked down the block. I made sure to have my own rubbers to use and walked down the block. I walked I through the door where a cute guy (maybe in his mid to late 20's) greeted me asking me for my ID and if I wanted a room or locker. I asked how much for each and was told $40 for a room and $15 a locker. I only had $20 and went for a locker. He gave me a towel and a key and told me that with the locker I was good for 48 hours before I'd have to renew the locker. He could tell this was my first visit to the baths and he suggested I check out the hot tub first. I found my locker, stripped down and put my towel around my slim waist. I'm sure to most of the guys there I looked too young to be I the bathhouse. At 5'8", 130 pounds, with barely enough hair above my 7"cock, arm pits and legs they'd all think I was barely 16, but, of course, I had to be legal to through the door. Once I was situated I made my way around checking things out. It wasn't the crowded but I found a cute guy (close to my age by the looks of it, I'm guessing early 20's). I'm guessing he was about 6' and had a nice slim, swimmer's build with a smooth muscular chest. He was sitting on the edge of the hot tub and I guess that was a good place as any to relax for a while before checking out more if the place. I sat across from him and he smiled at me as his cock began to grow (as did my own). He motioned for me to come sit by him and I figured that this was a good if time as any to meet someone. I moved over to his side of the hot tub and sat down as he moved into the tub to join me under the water. He introduced himself as Seth and commented that he'd never seen me around before tonight. I admitted that I had just turned 18 and wanted to check this place out. He told me about himself that he was 26 and came her for the first time about the same age and he was guided in the baths by an experienced older guy. He added that I needed to be careful, that many guys would want to prey on a cute young thing like me. I let him know that I was aware of that and I only play safe and showed him that I bought my own rubbers. He leaned in close to me giving me a kiss on my ear as he said that he played safe too, then suggested we go back to his room and get to know each other better. He now gave me a real kiss on the lips as our tongues mixed in a heated exchange. He then guided my hand to his hard cock and then placed his hand on mine. I could tell he was experienced as we got really into making out. He stood up and took me by the hand leading me from the hot tub, down the hall and towards his room. Once we got to his room we went inside and he shut the door behind us. The room consisted of a large bed, with a TV in the corner and a small bathroom with a shower. He kissed me again as he guided me down on the bed. He paused to ask me if I smoked pot. I let him know that I loved weed. He pulled out a water bong and lit it up taking the first hit before handing the bong to me for me to get a nice hit. He told me to hit it again since he'd smoked earlier I the night. I took five good hits as he urged me on and DAMN, it was good shit! While I was smoking Seth began to suck my hard cock. The more I smoked the more sensitive my cock was getting. I've never had weed affect me like this, and I liked it. After the fifth hit he came up and sucked the smoke from my mouth before I could exhale. This turned into another great kiss before he guided my head to his hard cock. I never realized the size of his tool until I tried to go down I him. I had sucked off a couple classmates off, but none of their cocks were as big as his. Seth sensed my inexperience with his size and coached me as I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. Soon his cock was at the entrance to my throat and I want sure I could take him in any further until he told me to inhale through my nose as I went down on him. The next time I went down I took a deep breath through my nose as I felt Seth's hands on the back of my head. When his cock hit my throat he applied a little bit of pressure I the back of my head and his cock slid into my throat. He had me hold it there for a little while before letting me move back up so I could let my breath out before breathing in again as I went back down. This time I was able to get him into my throat on my own. I began to get a nice rhythm going hoping I'd get my first taste of cum, especially as none of the guys I had sucked in the past had ever cum, so I really wanted to see what cum tasted like. I could tell he was getting close when he pulled me off of his hard cock letting me know there was plenty of time for me to swallow cum later. He wanted to smoke some more with me. He packed the pipe with some more pot and I wasn't sure, but it looked like he added something else, but I didn't care, I was getting alive and getting very horny. While I lit up and took a couple of hits, Seth pulled a bottle of Gatorade from his bag and took a drink then offered me some as he took the pipe from me. After working on his cock my mouth was in need of something wet. I took a big drink as Seth the pipe offering me the smoke from his lungs. After that shotgun I was still thirsty and Seth told me that I could finish the bottle since he had more. I downed the rest of the bottle and took the bong from him and took a few good hits. It was at this time Seth pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs and began to lick my hole. I've read abut rimming and this was my first time experiencing the pleasure. I began to feel very hot and my horniness grew as I seemed to ever a slight fog. As Seth expertly tongued my hole the sensation sent my senses into overdrive. He also began to finger my hole and, as he put it, ready it for his cock. He was gentle at first as he explained he needed to stretch me open and that it might burn a bit as he opened me up. While he was working me open he told me to look at the video on the TV, that what was happening to the twink on the screen was going to happen to me soon. In the video the twink was getting fucked by another young guy. The one thing that caught my attention was that the twink was getting fucked raw, but I knew Seth says he played safe so I wasn't worried. Everything was good with him sticking in one finger. Then he rimmed me some more and warned that he was going to try two fingers with some lube. I felt his two digits ease inside me as he flexed them to help 'stretch me' and I felt the burn he mentioned. It didn't last long before I felt a third finger side I with ease as Seth kissed and licked my inner thighs. He has me moaning as he worked my hole open. When Seth pulled his fingers from I felt so empty I begged him to stick them back inside me. He wasn't one to disappoint as he slid three fingers back in flexing them as he had done with his two earlier again I felt the burn as he stretched me open. This elicited a pleasurable moan from me as he worked in deeply. Then, when he pulled his fingers out, he said it was time to get me laid.
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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. -
How Gay Almost Died: Losing the J-Spot and the Shrink Cock War
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[Editor's note: this is romcom in three parts... ] Part One: Title Card: Chicago, October 2023 Me and Spence are doing shotguns and sniffing every inch of each other. We're on day three of our bro bonding sesh and haven't showered in four. Above: (left to right) Danny and Spencer. We've only been allowed to clean our butts and the last time we did that was yesterday. I'm squatting over his face as he licks my sweaty sac, teasing my hairy taint and hole intermittently, when he suddenly stops and tries to push me off... "C'mon move! It's coming on," he yells. "Fuuuuuck my balls are sore," I yell back. Just wait a little he says as he turns up the volume. "Da fuck cares," we were there bro. "Like I don't fucking know," he pushes me over and jams a thumb in my pig hole. "Fuuuuuuck, don't tease me..." he hands me the pipe and says to take a hit and looks at the TV. TITLE CARD ON SCREEN: “For in the end there is no us and them, no human and Other. We are them, and they are us. And all of this has happened before, and will happen again.” Battlestar Galactica “You have cum in my ass before, and you will cum in my ass again.” Plato (probably), also some rando in a Sketchy Sex video. **I fucking laugh** Voice Over: "In late August of 2022 many things long predicted will come to a head in the gay community in the United Stats of America—literally." VO of Leslie Stahl: "While the strange events unfolded no one knew exactly what was going on because everyone saw a part of a whole (the blindman and the elephant) so in tonight’s 60 Minutes Special who but Anderson Cooper in an exclusive interview with the gay ghost of Joseph Campbell (Campbell came out posthumously—hey! This is his un-lived experience ! His truth!) About how gay America nearly imploded taking the country with them before one brave Twink saved us all at the 11th hour." "And be sure to check out Todrick Hall’s new video based on his new song about last summer 'Market Darknet End of Days in the Windy City' on 60 Minutes overtime." Anderson Cooper VO: "What does Hentai, Telegram, crystal meth, Moby Dick, tentacle porn, climate change, and Chicago's Market Days have in common? besides a case of monkeypox? We uncover the answers tonight. On 60 Minutes. I look over at Spence's cute stupid face and lick the side. "I fucking love you bro," I whisper. "So fucking much." He winks at me. AC VO: "25,000 years ago on Pangea: Hunter gathering members of the species Homo big hard Erectus rode their velociraptors out at the first sign of light." TITLE CARD: FACT: Pangea was a supercontinent that existed a long time ago. Also known as uncut Earth or the uncircumcised continent. AC VO: They wandered through fields of ephedra—it was the most valuable crop to Homo big hard Erectus— their alpha cock guards led the way ready to defend as the Twinks gathered the crops. "Unbeknownst to them a great earthquake was imminent and minutes later the earth would crack open spewing volcanic ash and steam into the atmosphere. "When this earth flatulence hit the ephedra the fields were in a flash turned to the first naturally occurring crystal methamphetamine. "Clouds of meth blew across and the plain and all big hard homos inhaled lots. "I WOULDA DEFINITELY INHALED!" I yell at the screen. "You're a fucking mook," Spence says. "Shut up dummy." AC VO: "Suddenly spun, the alphas looked at the Twinks, no longer as their protectors, but as their predators. "Sexual predators. "Twinks genuflected in respect and presented to the alphas. "And thus occurred The Great Rape. "Nearly three quarters of the Twink population perished, most of child rearing age. The remainder were mpreged. "In the Great Truce of Bareback Mountain, his majesty King Alpha Alexander of Men.com was wed to Twink prince Troy of SeanCody in a pact to keep the peace and the great gay diaspora spread to all corners of the globe. "And it was a long lasting peace. "One that would last until August of 2022. FADE Flashback: the screen says August 11, 2022 We see Spence and Danny walking along Lake Michigan, tight cut off denim shorts, the straps from their jocks showing. They look like they fuck like rabbits. Danny's phone chirps. "fuuuuck yes! Get an uber bro..." "Where?" Danny pulls his wife beater out of his back pocket and shoves it in his face. "The fucking trailer dude? fuuuuccck...." It's a 45 minute drive, past Naperville and all the fancy suburbs to get there. We're out of T but there's a rumor that the guy in the trailer at the edge of the park deals so we go investigate but really just hounding for drugs and cock. We knock on his door and ask if he has any jobs that need to be done cause we'll do it for some extra cash. He asks what we're saving for and we allude to party supplies. He tells us to come in he has something that might interest us. He takes us to his bedroom and tells us he needs help setting something up cause he has some friends coming over soon for a little get together. He gets out a sling and we start setting it up and theres a knock at the door and the dudes friends start showing up and they're all fucking daddy as fuck and super fucking hot with fat bulges. I just turned 19 and Spence's 18th birthday is tomorrow. We get the sling set up and then the guys start hassling us saying it doesn't look sturdy. We don't know yet but he's seen us fooling around in for four years in a row in our fort in the woods. We say it is sturdy and he says prove it. "Get in to test that it'll stay up." We both jump up our feet perpendicular to the straps and stand on each end kinda swinging towards each other. We steady each other by holding each other's elbows. Fuck yeah one of the guys lift Danny up into it and are pulling on it pushing him back and forth to test that it'll hold. Nick the owner says, "Well fuck it looks like you know how to use on of these you done this before?" He can see my fat teen boner busting out of my shorts. "Yeah bro, it's a fucking sling... it swings... got that figured out." He hands us a bottle of Gatorade dose with G. It's the white one, fucking cum flavor, Nick thinks it's funny every time. Spencer takes a swig, "Fuuuck yeah..." Nick says, "Say how bout instead of cash you can stay for the get together we all think you'll have fun..." "Fuck you bro Nick," I say. His friend Theo looks at Nick, "wait, so are they brothers or not... they don't even look a like." "Nah bro," I say. "Why do you call everyone bro dude?" "That's my thing bro! The [banned word] Premium Experience..." Nick rolls his eyes, "No... they're boyfriends." Theo, "Tha fuck... I coulda had those other two tricks... the older one and the kid... they're real.." I fucking laugh. "Who?! Tommy and Bobby....?!" I fall over with laughter. The only thing those two junkies will do is rob you fucking old queens. They don't fuck. Tommy says that shit right until he gets the bag and then he's like Batman and you're Gordon." "nah," Nick says, "They fuck." "Yeah right" I say... Spence whispers, "Uh... no Danny they do...." "WTF???!!!" I yell. "I have the video" Nick says and that's the last thing I remember before it all goes black. [See my previous story: How I Became My Baby Brother Bobby's Little Bitch] **** When I come to, me and Spence are strung up like ducks in a Chinatown shop window, side by side, We both have WW2 gas masks on our face. I look over at Spence, "tha fuck... when did Tommy and Bobby fuck?!" When I turn my head I see the rigs set up. And notice we're both in someone else's piss stained filthy jocks. Spencer smiles at me and moans, "mmmm yeah." "We smell like piss," I sniff my pits, "But not ours. I'm confused." "Stale chem piss," Spence sing songs. "So fucking horny bro..." Our legs are up and cheeks spread and in the mirror in front of us I can see both our holes are already purple and puffy. "The fuck! These little tina dick queens have barely started." "Is there something warm leaking out of my ass bro? cause I want more." "Yeah it's leaking around the plug babe. You're gaped aF. Looks like a rhinoceros watering hole. Wait until they pull those fat suckers out... we'll be begging them to put them back in." "fuck yeah please..." Spence begs. "Nick's got that meth infused crisco... it's artisanal." I can barely say the word without laughing. One of Nick's creepy old [banned word] buddies runs up looking like he's gollum and slops huge dollops of the crisco on our holes. Spencer: "it fucking burns so good that fucking tingle sensation." "CRISCO DISCO BABY!" I yell. "Will. You. Shut. the. Fuck. Up." Nick scowls. "C'mon Uncle Nick.." Everyone turns shocked and mouthes uncle. "Hahaha... joking.... he's not my mom's brother or nothing." Nick storms out. "Hey look," I point "They're watching a movie in the other room. Wait... is that us?!" Spence: "Fuck yeah bro I can see one of them fucking you and you're body is limp and just swaying back and forth with each slam of his dick into your ass. It gets me so fucking hard." "Oh yeah," I wink and blow a kiss, "Happy birthday, babe! Bro I love the smell... it's like we're in heat." Spencer: "Yeah, all i want is for one of them to start fucking me right now while I watch the vid of them fucking you when you were passed out." "Fucccck yeah..." They start pumping the clouds into our masks and the IVs start. Spencer: "Fuck yeah gas us up get us even more spun and fucking high." So. Much. Meth. Bro. Is this heaven?" Me and Spence start squirming, we're begging for it. Spencer: "Im already so fucking horny bro I feel like my dick is on fire and I can't believe there's no fat dick in my ass it's so fucking hungry." "Bro... your hole... it's like hungry." Spencer: "Fucking starving. Is yours bro?" "No. Spence, fuck it's like that French fuck in that video!" Our favorite porn is this one with this kid and I don't even know what's going on with his hole. It's puckered but whenever a cock comes near it starts moving towards it like a mouth on a ugly blind worm. It's our favorite fucking thing. Spencer S: "Dude thats my fucking hole getting fucked and flooded.... fuck I don't remember these guys stretching me out but that must be why my ass already feels warmed up and desperate to milk some more fat uncut dad dick.." That's when the rigs kicked in.... FADE TO BLACK. END PART ONE.
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Having an open mind and saying yes to a TS friends idea has lead me to discover things I never even knew about myself. I’ve always been into raunch and kink, but my adventures as a CD have shown Me that I have filthy perverse cravings to satisfy with people I’ve yet to meet. I enjoy transsexual escorts and the fun that can be had with them. I am particularly attracted to escorts and prostitutes due to my love and enjoyment of spending time with a person that has sex with multiple people. There is a certain rush and thrill that comes with giving someone control over you. Being owned and Treated as property makes me feel so amazing. This feeling is why I posted ads and reached out to escorts to see if they were interested in owning a me, passable crossdresser, and using me to generate income, explore fetishes, use as a servant or assistant, use to experiment with/on when they need to try extremely perverted or filthy ideas, etc. I met a hung mixed TS that said she was interested in partying with me over a weekend and seeing what kinds of situations we can get into. I agreed to visit her on a Friday and told her I’m excited and horny. I arrived in white stripper heels with thigh high pink schoolgirly style socks, a pink fishnet shirt with garter straps connected to my socks. I had nerdy glasses on and pigtails. We both posted ads online so men could know that a transsexual is available for generous men, and she has a crossdressing slut on a leash for use as well. Those seeking fun with me, the CD slut, get a discount since they are using a trashy whore that so many others are using. Oh, and Those that bring drugs over get to enjoy an enhanced experience. 2 guys showed within 30 minutes, and fucked my TS friend (named Jess) while I watched on my knees and wore my leash. After the guys left, Jess advises she wants me to eat the cum out of her ass, but don’t swallow it. She squatted and farted cum into my mouth while I licked every drop from her asshole. I gargled it and spit it in a cup at the same time that our phone alerts went crazy. I pasted the address to 2 hung white guys, a hung Mexican guy, and an older black male. They all were interested in using Jess’ property and wanted to know what limits and rules were in place. She advised they can push the limits and to come over if they don’t mind group fun. They all gave eta’s and all paid the $30 fee to use me. The Mexican guy arrived and Jess told him that her slave was in the living room waiting to be used. She said that she doesn’t like when her slave is sober and out comes a bag of clearish blue shards. A bowl was loaded and Jess said she wanted to open my asshole up and drop shards inside. I bent over and began sucking his huge uncut 9.5 inch cock. Jess ate my ass and fucked me for a bit while the guy blew huge clouds and watched. He then made me blow three clouds and Jess followed after. Once she got my butthole nice and opened with her thick uncut cock, she said let’s see how nasty this faggot really is. Two hands were then spreading my ass and I felt something drop in. My asshole started burning as I heard I hope u like meth in your asshole bitch. The burn made me wince a bit, and that’s when 2 more people arrived. Once they walked in I began noticing that I started feeling uncontrollably horny, and I started moaning and slowly swaying my hips and ass from side to side. Huge mirrors in the room gave me a full view of myself, and I loved how much I looked like a stupid whore that men use in secret. Jess turned on all of the lights so all could enjoy a clear view of me as I bent over and showed the random men from online my asshole. Two hands spread my ass cheeks and a tongue pushed deep into my butthole. That tongue was soon replaced by a cock and 2 minutes later that cock was shooting cum into me. The doorbell rings and I am mounted by another guy. 3 minutes later he cums and I’m penetrated again. Soon I was so spun and high that I was lost in a euphoric trance while watching cumdump cd porn. I snapped out of a trance and noticed 5 guys were in the room, then 6. This night turned into guys dropping $30 to use me as a cumdump. Jess directed the action while holding my leash and voiced her approval every time a load was dumped in me. After 8 loads Jess pulled out her own bag of dope and decided I need to get nastier. She pushed another shard inside my ass and started typing something on her phone. Oh fuck yea was heard from her and she looked at me with a nasty look. Soon people began arriving one after another after another after another. Jess’ TS friend and her two guy friends came at the same time that a male and female couple arrived. Someone began playing sissy hypno porn and I bent over and enjoyed letting strangers cum in my ass. I never turned to look at them and was feeling so high and nasty. I felt something weird and understood from jess’s comments that her TS friend has brought used condoms to pour inside my asshole. She the began pushing the cum deeper in me as I inhaled poppers, and my sloppy asshole turned into an extremely loose gaping wet hole that smelled strongly like cum. I lost count but 3 hours later Jess advised 17 people have dumped cum inside me. I continued taking loads and sending strangers the address until the sun came up. Jess was so proud and happy to own me. She collected a good amount of cash and said 41 men, and two TS’ came in my ass. She plugged my hole and fed me cum from her asshole. As I was sucking on her messy sloppy farting ass, she made me spit the cum into the cup I previously spit in. She unplugged me and poured the cum in my ass and began gaping fucking me. The sounds of cumfarts and sloppy fucking turned me on so much. Jess began chatting with me and never took her cock out of me. She expressed her love of what took place and I explained to her how much I would love to start setting goals and accomplishing them. Jess advised at that very moment it was time to quit my job and dedicate my time to escorting with her. I cant express how happy and passionate I am about letting random men cum in my ass. My dream of being a sissy faggot for bareback tops is finally coming true!!
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When I was in college, I was still mostly closeted and only hooking up with guys from a few discreet websites like a4a. I had one top guy convince me to get fucked, despite my "total top" attitude and desires. Pictured: me and Phil, the top The first few times we fucked the condom broke and he flooded my ass with cum, always making sure to point out how much better it felt for both of us. That is probably why I didn't give it much thought when he stopped using the condoms after that. He also helped me get into drugs and sex as a perfect pairing, and with his help I slowly worked from poppers to lines of coke and even some tina booby bumps that he called "butt blasts" and told me they were totally safe and organic suppliments meant to make my butt have (and receive) a blast! He even convinced me to bring in other guys on our play sessions, despite my fear that someone I knew might end up at the door. It never dawned on me that anyone who showed up would have also agreed to take part in gay sex with a relative stranger. To put me at ease he often sent me the photos and stats of other guys before inviting them to join us and that kept me from freaking out when I recognized a few from around campus. Usually I automatically told him no way when it was someone I knew, but after seeing the conversations some of the guys had with him online, I often found myself agreeing to meet and play. I knew there was a risk of being outed but the reward seemed far more tempting when he got them to describe their wildest fantasies, especially when they sent photos of themselves with fingers or dildos up their asses and even the occassional shot of their faces covered in cum or with some dude fucking them. This made me feel bolder about my own ability to get away with illicit sex behind my girlfriend's back, so I joined a few more sites my top friend had recommended to me, and one in particular that I had been too freaked out by before that time, a site known as bareback real time sex or bbrts.com. Most of you probably know that site to be a more perverted hook up site than a4a or the others of the time, which is precisely what excited me but also what kept me from joining until then. Once I was on there, I often saw a profile for a self described straight but curious jock guy who, like me, was a sophomore at my school and, according to the site, he lived close enough to me to have his location show up within 300 ft of my dorm room. I checked out the guy's photos every chance I could and got hard enough that I used his profile to jerk off nightly or whenever possible. It turned me on to read about his experiences which were limited to one night of anal play with a married older couple that started with the wife eating his ass while her husband sucked his dick and ended with the wife fucking him with a strap on while he sucked the husband to orgasm. He had no other frame of reference for sex with men but wanted desperately to try anal play again, only this time he hoped to get to fuck a guy's ass. The most surprising part of his profile was his insistance that he use a condom when playing since he had a girlfriend, and I am guessing that was what had kept most guys from contacting him since he was on a site with bareback in the name. I had tried contacting him a dozen times, but he always disappeared right when I messaged him, and I figured he was either all talk or a straight guy and his friends who were using the profile to look for queers in the dorms, so I gave up. Imagine my delight and surprise when my top buddy sent me the profile info and chat transcript for a guy he was trying to hook up with and it was the same straight guy! Their emails revealed that the kid was terrified of being outed due to his gf as he had mentioned but also due to fear he might lose his baseball scholarship. The more they corresponded the more I came to see that it was his status on campus as a jock stud that he was desperate to maintain and why he only talked with guys who didn't have anything to do with the university. In some of the emails they exchanged, my top friend Phil told him about his "nephew" (aka me) who he described as a straight guy who dropped out of college and was curious too. He made the guy horny with details of how I came over regularly, slowly progressing from jerking off and smoking pot to recent sessions where I had sex with a few bottoms, then getting fucked by him and another hot top. He had then sent the guy pictures of me fucking a few guys but my face was cropped out or blurred in all of them. School guy responded with pics of himself from the neck down in his jockstrap or jerking off. Then Phil sent photos of me taking his cock, again with no face, and school guy sent a video of himself jerking off onto his computer screen, specifically my photos. The guy from my school, who told Phil his name was "Dick Butz" lol, was really interested in meeting and fucking me, especially when Phil offered him some drugs to help get us in the mood and promised "Dick" I would even be too out of it to remember his face. Dick thought that was the best plan ever and was practically begging to do it after hearing that. Phil said he would set it up but only if he could be sure "Dick" was for real, so even as reluctant as he was, he finally sent some photos of his face in their most recent chats. I was filled with shock and desire when the photos revealed him to be my good friend and poker buddy Tyler, star of our school baseball team and notorious pussy hound. I'd had a crush on him since the first time we met freshman year and my crush had grown everytime we saw each other, making it almost an obsession. When he hosted poker nights, I always found an excuse to use the bathroom at the same time as someone else which meant I would have to use the one off his bedroom, allowing me to grab his underwear or cup and jerk a load into them. As I looked at photos of his nude form that he'd taken using his cheap ass phone and cheaper webcam, I was drooling and amazed that he still looked awesome in each pic. I went back and zoomed in on every shot featuring his rock hard ass, cut abs, hefty circumsized hard on, massive balls, and then stopped to drool more over his face with his dimples and goofy jock grin. Just as he always did in life, he wore a cheap watch in each photo and a cubs cap that was so worn we used to say it would disintegrate if he ever removed it, and I kicked myself for not seeing the watch before. Phil was still reluctant to get the guy to join us because no matter how much Phil objected and tried to talk "Dick" aka Tyler into going raw, Tyler was dead set against it and finished their last correspondence with a sentence detailing how desperately he wanted to spend a night brutalizing phil's nephew's butthole, even offering to pay for the opportunity, but his only firm rule was if he had to go without protection then he wasn't interested and they might as well stop talking about it altogether. I was not about to let that happen, and immediately told Phil that I knew the guy and begged him to get Tyler to join us. Once he knew about Tyler's sports skills and reputation as a ladies man he told me he would overlook Tyler's obsession with condoms and went to work to set it all up. Since Tyler was still nervous about meeting a guy his age, Phil suggested that all three of us could wear hats and sunglasses to keep our identities secret. Still Tyler was wishy washy about setting up a date to do it until after a poker game one night that we had at a mutual friend's house the day before halloween. When the host came out wearing a cheesy brown Mullett wig with a bandana attached that he planned to wear to a costume party the next night, Tyler seemed to have a sudden need to cash out and go home. Phil texted me on halloween and told me Tyler had emailed him and agreed to meet up the following weekend with an attached photo of himself that he took that night in a similar mullet wig (this one blondish yellow), wife beater and sweats. Apparently he bought his costume that day, and thought he would be unrecognizable enough that he even sent a photo in the get up but left his obscenely large stiff cock pulled out to make the image complete. Originally Phil and I had thought we would have to use the surprise tactic and some of Tyler's photos to coerce/blackmail him into going through with fucking me once he saw me at Phil's house, but now that Ty planned to wear the mullet and a pair of sunglasses, I decided to follow suit, pulling out a wig I wore when I was Superman at a costume party years earlier, and a mardy gras mask that covered from the top of my forehead to the tip of my nose, leaving my nostrils and the mouth fully uncovered. Even the eyes had a see through mesh fabric covering them, so I felt sure I would be completely unrecognizable too. Phil told Tyler to come around 10pm that Friday night and asked me to show up around 9, while he told Ty I wasn't going to be there until 1030 since I wasn't off work til ten, that way Tyler could meet Phil and the two of them could get high and drink before I arrived, which sounded good to Tyler. He also told Tyler that I was really shy and wouldn't talk much because of my self consciousness about a stutter that I suffered from. I couldn't have him recognizing my voice and ruining the plan. The night before we planned to meet Tyler, Phil had me come over and wear the wig and mask and made some vids on his phone of he and I fucking around, taking a lot of photos too, especially of his bare cock inside my tight hole. Thank goodness he had because, just as phil expected from a straight scared newbie, Tyler tried to text and cancel about two hours before he was scheduled to show. Phil acted like it was no biggie but told Tyler that "Mark" (my fake name) would be disappointed and sent Tyler some photos of me sucking Phil's 8.5 inch dick and when Tyler still waivered he sent a couple of Phil fucking me, and finally he sent a video of his big dick sliding out of my bubble butt and spewing jizz all over my naked body. By the time I got to Phil's house, Tyler was back on board and was hoping to have me there even sooner so we could fuck ASAP! Phil and I spent 45 mins hiding two cameras of his plus my camcorder in the bedroom, then we set up his webcam to record in the living room in case we played in there. Just as Ty texted he was on his way we did some lines of coke and I moved my car around the corner from the house so Tyler wouldn't see and possibly recognize the green Buick that wad famous with my friends due to the metalic gold trim that included gold hubcaps bumpers and door handles (you take what you can get when buying a used car). When Tyler arrived, I went into Phil's office and donned my wig and mask and watched the webcam feed on his laptop. Phil invited him in, took his coat and made him a drink while they chatted and watched some bisexual porn on phil's huge tv, all before Tyler even thought to put on the wig or sunglasses I couldn't help jerking as Tyler admitted to Phil that he was watching gay porn occasionally since they'd begun chatting online and I almost shot my wad when Ty stripped to his bball shorts and fondled himself while they shared stories of guys they wanted to screw. He even mentioned a friend he played poker with who lived in the same dorm as him but he was pretty sure would never do stuff with another guy, and despite the possibility that he meant one of our mutual poker friends, I was 99% sure he meant me. Phil told Tyler he might be surprised and said he should try to get the poker friend alone some night and feel him out but Tyler assured him that the guy was totally straight and was seriously involved with my girlfriend, but finished with adding he wished Phil was right because he lusted over the guy's "juicy bubble ass." I knew it was me when he described my rear and my girl since the other guy from our poker games was skinny as fuck and had no ass and no girlfriend. He teased me more by adding "I've lost some hands after seeing him bent over in front of me. lucky for me that gives me a chance to go jerk one out in the bathroom before going on." That admission made my ass quiver and I decided to "arrive" despite there being 8 mins early. I warned Phil by texting him that I was just parking and would be inside shortly, which was a code we decided on in advance, giving Tyler time to put on the wig and shades before I snuck out onto the back deck, went down the steps, came around in front, checked my wig and mask were on straight and rang the bell. As I expected, Phil answered the door in just a pair of tight briefs and talked to me about how work went. I kept my answers to one or two words and he went on and told me he had a friend joining us so I should put on my mask in the entry and take off my work clothes while he got me a drink. I practically ripped my coat, shirt and pants off, leaving me in a white tee shirt and tighty whiteys with my white crew socks to finish my innocent shy boy get up. Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself and went around the corner. Phil handed me my drink, then turned around and introduced "Mark" aka me to "Dick" aka Tyler, who stood up and shook my hand enthusiastically while the semi in his shorts got longer and harder. "Dick" motioned for me to sit next to him on the loveseat and made sure his leg and mine were in full contact, then he put his arm around my shoulders when we were seated. As he asked me questions about what I did for work and how I'd come to try sex with my uncle, etc. I replied with mumbled one word responses that were somewhat due to my need to stay unrecognized but we're also caused by my real nerves, which now had me shaking. When Tyler began running his other hand up and down my thigh, my cock was hard as steel and I found my eyes sinking into my lap. Maybe it was because I wanted it so badly or perhaps I was unprepared for how much he turned me on, sitting there plying me with his million watt smile and his well practiced moves. It was easy to see what it was about him that had convinced hundreds of busty young co-eds to let their gaurd down and allow Tyler to plow them. Whatever it was he was asking, I was glad that Phil took most questions and answered for me, thus Tyler seemed none the wiser about my real identity. To help us relax Phil suggested some weed, cialis and coke, & 20 minutes later we were all high, hard and horny. I was barely able to pull my mind off Tyler's hands, which were working up my shirt and down my briefs now. But I realized Phil was waving to me from the kitchen, which was code for me to ask if I could use the bathroom while Phil and Tyler moved to the bedroom. Listening from the hallway I could hear Tyler thanking Phil for this, commenting on how how I was and how nice an ass I had. I almost laughed when Phil asked if it was as nice as his poker buddy's and Tyler responded that it wasn't quite as nice but added that he might have been biased since he'd been coveting his buddy's ass for nearly two years. Phil showed Tyler all the supplies and Ty wasted no time, making sure they had plenty of lube and condoms so he could fuck me as many times as Phil thought I could handle. I quickly peed and double checked that my hole was cleaned out and well lubed before returning to the two tops, my shirt and socks remaining in the bathroom. Tyler was now nude except for the mullet wig with his hard dick in Phil's mouth. he smiled and motioned for me to join him on the edge of the bed, and I licked my lips. As I went to sit next to him, I felt my briefs fly down my hips and Tyler's warm inexperienced mouth begin awkwardly slurping on my 6.5 inch meat. It hadn't occured to me he would want to suck my cock, but boy did he seem eager. Phil stood up and removed his own underwear and pulled me back on the bed while Tyler continued to suck me, now adding his dry fingers to the mix, working their way past my peach fuzz covered cheeks, beginning to force themselves unceremoniously up my hole. When he felt it was moist, he whipped back and investigated, probably afraid he was feeling something gross, but when he realized it was lube, he smiled and returned to his fingering, figuring I must be wanting this as bad as he did. Minutes seemed to stretch longer as I ached for him to fuck me, remembering countless nights hearing him brag during poker tournaments that lasted til dawn. My body vibrated at the promises he'd hinted at, telling us he was known far and wide for his huge loads of cum and his superhuman ability to get hard over and over. A few girls i knew confirmed his bravado and told me how he could cum and minutes later be right back fucking, with load after load and fuck after fuck, all night long. His hands and mouth were not satisfying my need to verify this myself tho. Finally I couldn't take the bad head anymore and pulled him up on top of me, whispering to him that I wanted him to fuck me, probably more words than he heard from me yet that night. "Not so shy now, huh marky?" He said as he rolled me onto my side and reached over to grab a condom from the night stand. Iwas usually a safe sex guy myself but not when I played with Phil, and now I was disappointed that he still seemed to insist on the rubber. Phil, who lay next to me, as if reading my mind, leaned in and whispered in my ear "not to worry." He had doctored the condoms so they would all break as soon as Tyler tried to fuck me. I realized for the first time that it was his doctoring that made us have such bad luck the first few times we had screwed around, and I decided I would be angry at him later. In the moment, I was happy to hear that I was going to be fucked raw by Tyler, my Poker playboy crush, one way or another. I looked back towards Tyler as he rolled the rubber down his dick and applied a generous amount of lube, before squirting some onto his hand and rubbing it into my ass crack. Phil rolled over and knelt on the edge of the bed when Tyler moved in to mount me, and it hit me that he was doing it so he could take Tyler's cock and insert it for him, while he instructed Tyler to lift my leg with one arm and brace himself on the headboard with the other. My thigh wasn't used to such a massive stretch right off the bat but it didn't break me so I just tried to relax as Tyler precariously pushed forward and began entering my ass with Phil driving his joystick. Tyler was not balancing well so it was no surprise to Phil or I that his first few thrusts missed my asshole and required a wiggle or scoot before the next. Finally he managed to push the first inch through my ring and the sharp pain and rough material coating his rod made me yelp which Tyler responded to with some enthusiasm, as if my displeasure was because of his massive cock. In a way, I guess it was, but I didn't like the fact that he was eager to hurt me so I said in my most convincing fake voice "go slow man. I need time to adjust before u rip me up." Tyler's brow broke out in sweat and he tried to pull back slightly, which resulted in his dick popping out altogether. As he pushed back in, the condom broke, and to my shagrin, Tyler immediately pulled his cock out and applied another from the pile. Phil seemed obviously disappointed at the young man's quick response so before Tyler could try again he had us each do a line of something that I assumed to be coke but burned more, and once Tyler let the stuff get to his brain, he asked if he could so some more, and Phil happily agreed, letting him do two more lines while telling me to try hitting the poppers. I took a few long hits and felt my body sinking away from the tension my ass had been feeling, and just as I released the second hit, Tyler rolled me onto my back and threw both my legs over his biceps and began pressing into my hole again. This time he got most of the way in before we felt the rubber break, and even kept pumping for a moment until he was almost completely inside of me, but his cock was not in charge yet. He removed his dick once more and reapplied a condom, but this time he did a much more haphazard job, not taking the time to squeeze the tip or apply more lube. Still the condom lasted while he slowly worked his way back in, inch by inch creeping up my ass, but the moment he was about to thrust for real, I felt something that may have been his cockhead opening the end of the condom and sliding further in than his previous attempts. My ass jumped as I pictured his bare boner engorged to such a thickness that it refused to stay encased in latex and with its jump, it also tightened and pulled him further in. Up until that moment my ass had yet to feel his dick anywhere near the second sphincter, but with the forward motion and the added benefit of his bare skin pushing beyond the torn latex, it popped firmly past my inner grip. With simultaneous moans of pleasure, we seemed to work our bodies around each other, as his hips drove his meat balls deep in me and my ass vacuumed his cock until it was sealed in the heat of my raw tunnel. "F-f-fuck, I think the condom broke, " Tyler said, reaching back to feel around the shaft while he slowly began fucking my hole. Phil insisted he could see the condom was still intact around the shaft, and pressed his cock to Tyler's lips, grabbing hold of his head, tearing the mullet wig off before brutally punching his hard cock down Tyler's receptive throat. Without any other way to keep his balance, Tyler had to return his hand to where it had been, and hooked my leg back over his shoulder, and for the first time since we began, he forgot about replacing the destroyed prophilactic and focused on destroying my ass instead. I worked my hands over Tyler's muscular shoulders and chest before reaching back and fondeling his balls as they swung against my cheeks with a rapidly increasing rhythm. Taking another hit from the poppers, I handed them up to Phil who took one himself before instructing Tyler to do a hit on either side of his nose. Once the second nostril was filled with the scent, Phil pinched Tyler's nose shut and shouted "Hold your breath in til I say so boy!" Tyler gagged a little around Phil's cock while he tried to hold his breath. His humping decreased in power for a minute until Phil released his nose and said "exhale!" Tyler let out a huge breath as Phil pulled his hard on from Tyler's mouth and moved to wear it was fucking my mouth instead, and to my delight, Tyler began really pounding my ass. True it was as much pain as it was pleasure but I didn't say a word or try to push Tyler off. My mind was made up that I was gonna take his cock no matter what. Tyler began saying dirty stuff like "yeah suck his cock" and "fucking take my monster meat you hot mother fucker" and I just moaned and grunted in agreement. Phil produced some kind of pipe that I couldn't really make out through the mask, and took a few hits before instructing Tyler to do the same. Tyler seemed reticent at first but Phil just told him it was a little late to be asking now, and Tyler must have decided he was right because he took the hits when Phil lit the pipe and then shot gunned each of them to me. The taste was acrid and nasty although not nearly as polluted feeling as smoking weed or tobacco. I figured it was something akin to coke and let myself go along for the ride, and by the fifth shotgun, I was exhaling huge clouds of white smoke. My brain was aware on a whole new level suddenly and without any warning Tyler turned the final shot gun into a make out session which I was happy to go along with. While Phil watched he also manuevered us until finally he gave up and told Tyler to pull out and move me to the edge of the bed. I freaked when Tyler did as Phil said, only to pull out, see he was inside me bare and ask for another condom. Phil told him he would get it in just a second, but first "I want you to put that wig and sunglasses back on so I can take a couple pics and a video of u fucking my nephew's ass bareback." You would think Tyler would be against such an idea but he just smiled and said fuck thats hot, grabbed the wig and glasses from Phil and slapped them on, topped them with his trade mark ball cap and told me to hang on. While he was distracted Phil produced his camera from behind a pile of clothes in the corner and acted like he was just turning it on. I could tell he got a really good shot of Tyler before he was masked in his disguise, but Tyler just asked if he looked good, and without much thought I said "you are the hottest fuck I've ever seen." This seemed to be the same as saying action, and suddenly without any pretense, Tyler pulled my ass to the side of the bed and entered me in one quick motion. For the next few minutes he humped and talked dirty, making sure to turn so he could show off his muscles to where ever Phil was at with the camera. I could barely see straight as he banged and rammed me. Soon Phil told Tyler how the "audience" wanted to see Tyler shoot his baby batter up my butthole and Tyler turned right to me and said "Well let's give the people what they want" and began taking me faster and deeper than before, only now he was screaming for me to jerk off as he did. While my cock throbbed in my hand and his cock throbbed harder up my hole, I began to see stars and told them I was getting close. Tyler told me how hot that was and how much he wanted me and then leaned into kiss me before putting his arms under my shoulders and lifting me off the bed and bouncing me on his cock for a minute while we both screamed. Dropping me as his arms began to shake he pumped me deep and hard a few times then rippped his cock from my ass and began spraying cum from my hole up over my cock and stomach, across my chest and neck and into the black wig and all over my mask. He then shoved it back inside me and told me it was my turn. I didn't need a second invitation, instead I began blasting my cum over the both of us, shooting 4 or 5 times before Tyler doubled over and managed to catch my cock head in his mouth for the remaining shots while keeping most of his dick buried inside me. Once my last cumshot subsided, he popped up and began french kissing me, letting me taste my own cum. Phil was hard as a rock and told Tyler to move, which he did reluctantly, before whipping me onto my belly, pulling me up to my knees and stuffing his own raw cock into my ass. It must have been lubed like mad because, as he handed the camera to Tyler to continue filming, he asked how it could be so hot and wet inside at which point Tyler admitted that the load Phil filmed was his third load of the night. He apologized to me as Phil began going to town on my hole, and admitted he had cum once right after he thought he felt the condom break and once more right as Phil started filming us but he didn't want to break his rhythm and figured the condom might not have been broken after all. I just moaned and gritted my teeth while phil worked his cock into my cum filled ass, and Tyler climbed up and stood over me, feeding his still stiff cock to Phil while Phil raped me. Phil took the camera from Tyler while they switched off taking hits from the pipe that I still couldn't see, and Tyler bent down to make me take a few hits just as Phil announced his first load up my ass. Unlike Tyler, Phil needed a few minutes to regain his strength so he disappeared into the bathroom at which point Tyler got me to bend over back to doggy style and began fucking me again, telling me within the first minute that he was adding another load to my ass. Now I knew Tyler had taken a strap on and from his emails and photos it looked like he used a variety of objects on his own hole, but it surprised the hell out of me when Tyler pulled his cock from my ass after another load and scooted up to my face as I rolled over and asked me to eat his hole. Everything Tyler had said about my ass earlier in the evening was exactly how I felt about his, so I had no trouble doing as he requested, using my tongue and fingers to play with his sweet clean butt while Tyler spun around and sucked on my rehardening cock. My whole body was on another plain of existance known as bliss when he rose off my dick and said "You're clean right?" Too which I moaned yes while tonguing his tight smooth baseball butt. For those of you who have never seen a baseball player squating to catch the ball or pushing off the ground to the jump for a pop fly, you are missing the ass and thighs of the gods doing their most holy work, which is why having him squating over my mouth was as much as I could have hoped to have experienced, until the moment he lifted off, turned around and squated down over my waist, and with one hand holding my cock up into the air, plunged his bare athletic hole over the tip. His eyes slammed shut and he sucked air in through gritted teeth, while pushing his butt til about 4 inches of my 6.5 were inside him. Then he began confiding in me that he had kept a cock with a suction cup on it that he stole from an ex-girlfriend's collection the year before, and had spent hours in the time since riding that dick on the floor of his dorm room or suctioned to the seat of his desk chair while watching porn featuring trannies and guys getting pegged. He even said he had done it in the showers at the university rec center and in the steam room at the athletic center with the hope he might get caught but had chickened out after taking it inside him and shooting his load right away each time. He stopped his tale just long enough to tell me I had better not to cum inside him or he would beat my ass. Ironic since he had shot at least 4 loads in me since we "met" that night. This was too much for me to resist, and without his permission, I reached up and grabbed his hips and thrust myself fully inside him, which caused him to yelp and call me a son of a bitch and pound his fist into the bed while he tried to push off me, but I just told him to jerk his cock and kept rising up and down into him as my load got closer and closer to exploding. He began jerking his cock but immediately told me he was too close not to cum at which point I said "then cum goddammit" and he did. Once his first shot blasted into my mask, my own balls began emptying up his hole, but I made sure to be as still and quiet as possible as I shot, choosing to hold myself as deep in his hole as I could get without my balls being sucked in too. Lucky for me, I was also pretty good at being able to stay hard after I shot my load, and with the cialis and the knowledge I had just bred him secretly, it was no problem. When his balls finally finished spewing he asked me if I could keep from shooting long enough to let him keep riding me for awhile and I said yes and watched as he worked himself back to full staff. To my surprise, I found my own balls were also ready to shoot again, but this time I warned him. "Good, then you'll like this," He said, grinning. He began bouncing on my meat while repeatedly telling me to warn him when I was getting close, and in about 2 minutes I did just that. With a smirk on his face he handed me the camera and told me to record then bounced a few times more on my dick before leaning forward, pushing his hands into the bed beside me and suddenly flipping backwards, landing with his feet next to the bed. He then spread my legs and slid inside me raw balls deep which was too much for me to take. I shot my biggest load of the night, all over both of us, while trying not to pass out. He applauded my immense load and told me I was the only guy he'd ever seen who could shoot as much as he could, before pulling his own cock from my ass and adding an even bigger load to our bodies. I wondered how it was possible til I realized Phil had been standing at the door when he saw the flip and snuck over and shoved half of his cock into Tyler's cum lubed ass just in time to make him shoot. Phil was not allowed to add his own babies to the butt though, and had to settle for taking video of Tyler and I on our knees eating his thick white cream as it oozed from his red pipe. After that Tyler made sure the camera was off (without knowing the other two were rolling) and stripped the wig and sunglasses off again, and went to take a shower. Phil gave me a hit from the weird pipe as he went and turned off the other two cameras, and quietly got me to admit I had shot a load in Tyler's butt. He turned the camera back on for a minute while he asked me if I enjoyed getting bred by straight stud "Dick." Somehow my character had become the same as what Phil had told Tyler it was, and I began stammering and quietly admitting I had enjoyed it a lot. Phil found this very very hot and told me to stay put while he checked on Tyler. I did another line of coke and drank some water before Tyler peeked his head back in and said he had to run because he was supposed to be at a workout at 7am and it was nearly 4. He reached over to the desk and wrote down his email address before telling me we should get together just the two of us sometime, then came over and did a line of coke, planted a kiss on me and disappeared. Phil returned a second later as I was trying to get up and get dressed, but he was having none of it and pushed me back onto the bed and turned the camera on and told me to tell him what had just happened. I thought I was out of gas for the night, but he had me take some more hits from the weird pipe while he loaded the videos from the cameras onto his tv in his bedroom. We watched the video while he fucked me and I decided to stay the rest of the night since he had handcuffed me to the bed and was cumming in me again already. stay tuned for chapter 2
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Standing at the edge of the cliff, gazing thoughtlessly down into the septic tank of my soul... High heels and lip-stick, watching the snow-bunnies dance in my head while doing cocaine enemas. I beg the Whore-Goddess to reward me with a steady supply of powder and hard bare sex for dead presidents to spend on my best friend Tina and more silicone injections to please whoever i'm calling Daddy at the moment as he and his friends use all my holes and shoving crystals in all my holes... When the party is over I look down at my 36E tits, fishnets, and thigh high boots and try to remember how I got here and where it will end. Then, in a cold sweat, I jerk myself up off my bed and think... FUCK, what an awesome dream! Reach over and grab the glass pipe and put the torch flame to it and blow an amazing cloud signaling it is time for this slut to get my ass into my leather skirt and halter top and hit the bars to find tonight's party favors!
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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 5
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Here's the fifth installment of probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was at a 4 day business convention in New Hampshire and was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown during those 4 days, joining me after his convention (for his much more vanilla style sex). Spent Thursday with buddy Jimmy who'd hosted a hot orgy for me Thursday night, but had to bail for Friday for a personal emergency, at the same time Lou the local candy-man also had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - and Kieran, a blond Boston frat boy type also staying at the Ranch guesthouse with his supposedly more vanilla husband Charlie, along with Karl a German Houseboy and the 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 an even stormier Friday afternoon. Once again, apologies for the delay. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 5 ...Lou called Vice’s phone to let him know he was less than 10 minutes away and could we come down and let him in and bring him to my room. Vice shrugged and tried to remove his suction cups – I showed him how, and he gasped as I did. We quickly popped on some shorts and sneakers with me in a vest and Vice in one of my wifebeaters. Leaving the room, we paused to take a piss then headed downstairs to where Lou was already waiting on the porch... PART 5: FRIDAY INTERLUDE; BUSINESS AND PLEASURE We passed through the Lobby/Living Room area where we noticed a few of the other guests sitting around the room watching “Spartacus” of all things, nodding at them as a couple murmured “hey” or “hello” with some appraising looks at the two of us. Excusing ourselves to go around a couple of leather dudes who were checking in at the office just inside the front door, we slipped outside to find Lou waiting on the porch in one of the lounge chairs. He looked up with a big toothy smile when he saw us. “Yo-ho-ho my motha-fuckas, THAT was one shit-storm of a day. I am so glad to be back here in the land of make-believe…” he trailed off as he noticed Vice’s very non-plussed expression. “Did you solve your problem, yo?” Vice asked his pseudo-boss. “Yes, I did though it was a bitch and a half, and chill my man, I truly wasn’t leaving you out, I was just trying to spare you some serious unpleasantness and didn’t want you to get sucked into what could have been real dangerous if it had all gone south. Just being protective dude… you forgive me?” Vice shook his head with a bit of reluctance I thought, but then gave a little smile and nodded again. “Good. Now did the J-man here treat you right while I was gone? Did you have a nice educational day?” Lou joked. “Yo, J here gave me a wickie hawt day, I learned a hella’ lot I’d never get from that bee-atch! J and his buddies made me feel right at home.” Lou gave me a leer from behind Vice’s shoulder, then smirked, “Did he now? I knew I could count on this man. Speaking of which, can we please go inside and get out of this cold wet depressing excuse for an afternoon and brighten things up inside?” Using my key, I re-opened the door and held it open for the two of them as they swept into the lobby, each carrying one of Lou’s knapsacks along with what looked like a bakery bag in the hot Candyman’s left hand. The movie watching crowd looked up as we came in, and if they liked the looks of the two of us they saw going OUT a minute ago, they were even more intrigued by the three of us coming back IN. I was once again reminded of how few people of color there were in P’town, so different from New York. To break the staring, I looked over at the TV screen and striking a heroic pose barked out “I’m Spartacus!...” only to have Lou repeat “I’m Spartacus!..” and then several of the guys in the room followed doing the same, while Vice looked both astonished and clueless. After a general laugh, I said in a normal voice “I actually love this movie”. “You should have come down earlier, we had ‘Jason and the Argonauts’ and ‘Clash of the Titans’ before that” stated one of the senior daddies on the couch, to which I replied, “That makes so much sense in this place, even the camp is butch.” A roomful of laughs was followed by “Of course you were probably having a bit more fun than we were…” from someone else in the matinee crowd, causing Vice to go red all the way to the ears even as he laughed along. We turned for the stairs to head to my room and from the office heard the voice of Zar, the manager call us from across the registry counter. “Sir,” he addressed Vice, “could you excuse your two friends for a moment? I need to speak with them in private for a couple of minutes.” Handing my keys to Vice, I told him to head to the room and we’d be up in a minute while Zar indicated the door to the office to Lou and me with a silent jerk of his head. “Don’t worry, it’s cool, they’ll just be a few minutes” said Zar to Vice with the sincerest smile I’d ever seen out of him. The young hottie grabbed Lou’s other sack and the bakery bag and headed upstairs while we were ushered into the office with the door being closed and locked behind us and the night shutters closed above the counter. Having secured privacy, Zar turned to the two of us, shaking his head with a wry expression. “Well, well, well, well, well… I must admit Aloysius, I am a bit surprised just WHOSE guest you are, …” My eyebrows shot up and I mouthed at him “Aloysius?” Lou just shrugged. “And why would that be, Balthazar?” came Lou’s laconic reply. While I was trying to absorb this, the two of them laughed, not without some irony, both at each other and then more so at my flabbergasted expression. “I’m surprised because other than his many sexual kinks this repeat customer has always given the impression of being a total Boy Scout when it comes to your activities, Aloysius.” “I’m just excellent at putting out that appearance – it’s always served me well… but I gotta’ ask, seriously Lou, ‘Aloysius’?”, he nodded as I turned to Zar “and ‘Balthazar’?” Another nod. “Seriously? Do you have brothers named Melchior and Gaspar?” “Don’t you just hate smart people Aloysius?” asked Balthazar. “As a matter of fact, yes, we’re triplets, and our mother is really really Catholic.” “Wow,” was all I could respond, then “um, how?” “Do we know each other?” ventured Lou. “The Lower Cape has only one High School. We’ve known each other since we were 12.” “Well, THAT was unexpected,” I murmured mostly to myself, then “so what did you need to see us about Zar?” “We need to establish ground rules for tonight and for your guest, er… guests” Lou nodded sagely then turned to me, “Actually, Z-man here is just covering his and the guesthouse’s ass… you know, plausible deniability and all that? Go ahead my man, lay the rules on me, I’m just grateful to be allowed in here.” Zar began: “First, nothing out in the open, use behind closed doors and especially all transactions out of sight. Because of the abysmal weather, we’ve let all guests know that there will be an ‘Open Door’ house party tonight, and that if they don’t want to join the scene to close their doors and lock them. The houseboys have already made the guests aware that certain ‘enhancements’ if desired can be obtained independently but have nothing to do with nor are provided by this house – remember Lou, you are in NO WAY associated with this house. They know to stop by his room” – he pointed a finger in my direction – “for the next couple of hours to tell Santa what they want for Christmas.” He stopped and looked over at me, “Is that okay? Don’t worry, no transactions will occur in your room.” Turning back to his African American former classmate, he reiterated “Is that clear? Bring each guest whatever it might be that I have no knowledge of, that they asked you for, to THEIR individual rooms and if some how they give you something for the somethings you give them, we won’t know about it and nothing will be seen so no one can object.” He paused and looked back and forth between us, Lou nodding knowingly and I’m sure me looking a bit like I was struggling to catch up. “Now, second,” Zar continued. “I assume you’ll need to play delivery man for the rest of the town for a couple of hours before our ‘event” tonight, for your other, um, clients?” Again, a quick nod from the Candyman. “I suggest you meet any of OUR guests in his room for the next couple of hours, then do your outside rounds and be back around 9:30. At 9:45 the doors are locked and no one who is not a guest will be allowed in after that time, even if it’s YOU, so don’t be late – in fact, it would be best if you call Mr. John here when you’re a block away to come out and get you and bring you in with him. At 10:00 the lights go out. The overnight lock will be on and even guests with keys will need to ring the night bell and wait for one of us to disengage and get to the door to let them out of the vestibule and into the house proper. Again, no transactions in John’s room, you can lock your stuff up there in his closet, I’ll give him an extra key for you, but do whatever business you have with each guest in their own rooms.” Lou took all this in like he’d heard it before (for all I know, he had!) and said “All cool, all cool. What else?” “Third, Fourth and Fifth. I want a good price on my own purchases for this evening. I want to be included in the people you have sex with tonight, we haven’t fooled around since the year after High School.” Lou cracked up and said “Done. And number five?” “Let me get a shot at your pet straight boy who’s been hanging here all day with Mr. John… the kid’s an unexpected guest here so long my bosses might think I should charge for him, by the way.” Lou agreed to these conditions and even paid the extra guest fee AND said he’d give Zar a freebie bag as a “gift with purchase” for allowing this since he might make almost double of his usual weekend take by being “inside” this particular Guest House on this particular night. After stating that the three of us could use the houseboy’s shower set up again to get ready later, he sent Lou up to my room, holding me back a minute. Once we were alone, he asked if I was all right with the way he set things up, and I assured him that I was. “Good, now I have two conditions for you to agree to… first, like I said to Lou, help me get some time with that hottie upstairs.” “He’s his own man to decide who to play with, but I think he’ll be fine with that especially if I put in a good word,” I answered. “And… the other thing?” “This one’s non-negotiable so don’t try to wiggle out of it – I get to fuck YOU. I get to fuck you and not behind a closed door either – out in front of everybody where they can see me fuck you. Like it or not.” I was kind of shocked by the look he gave me, defiant and a little bit defensive too. “Hell yes, of course you can! Damn, that’ll be fun.” He sputtered, “wait, what?” “I’d be happy to have you fuck me, why would you ever think you’d have to force me?” “Because… I mean… you modeled for every damn erotic photographer and artist in this town, you look like ‘Mr. All-American’, you’re a Top my friends all like to get fucked by… why would you be interested in an anemic skinhead poz pig like me?” “Maybe cause I’m as much of, if not more of a poz pig than you are? Damn, I’ve been poz since 1985 dude! I think you’re hot, and when you never made a pass at me the past times I stayed here, I just thought I wasn’t your type, or wasn’t edgy enough for you.” He responded, “I never thought you’d take me up on it!” “Well then we both been missing out haven’t we.” “You mean you will?” “Hell, yes… but I am fully vers man, I’d like a shot at that pale white ass of yours too, and it CAN be behind a closed door if you are afraid of your reputation…” “Nah, no, I’d want everyone to see THAT too,” Zar said getting a very hungry look in his eye. I grabbed him by the hem of his basketball shorts. “Let me take a quick look at what I’ll be taking on later this evening.” I stepped back from him to look him over with a smile – granted, he would not be everyone’s type. A “pretty boy” he was not, his facial features were sharp and very hawk-like, coming to a point at his nose. About 5’8” to my 6’0”; very vascular and ripped but so skinny as to look gaunt versus my baseball/soccer player mesomorph muscles; his pale alabaster almost blue-white skin to my pink-white; buzzed black receding hair to my full silver blond; an Otter with black body hair only between his pecs and his mostly trimmed bush to my blond fuzzy chest, legs and ass (trimmed); and with a beautiful loooong skinny white cock with a big PA contrasting with my average length but wider girth. In fact, he had lots of piercings to my none (my hubby doesn’t like them, so for him, I never got any) in his nose, tongue, nips, frenulum, eyebrow, ears… a biohazard symbol and a lot of tribal tattoos all over that pale white skin made for a real skinhead look. His long thin feet, hands and cock were a bit out of proportion with the rest of him, but I found that sexy. He may not have been classically handsome or pretty or cute, but he WAS hot, at least in my opinion. I admired that long silky-skinned pierced thing of beauty I’d freed from his shorts and bent down, inhaled deeply, then sucked in several inches, using my tongue to fold the PA back to the right position for not cracking my teeth and gave him a couple of quick minutes of my best oral skills. “Damn,” I said coming up for air. “That’s a beauty, I look forward to taking that while we give your guests a show later…” The look on his face was priceless, apparently, he never expected I’d find him very hot for some reason. If you’ll recall Part 2, way too many guys in the P’Town party scene were totally convinced I was a complete boy scout… despite my never even attempting to hide my sexual proclivities when the Hub and I spent our summers living and working there. Zar stopped me just as I was about to close the door behind me. I saw him rush to one of the shelves of books and mags they keep for the living room, and pull a familiar looking book out… ‘The New Joy of Gay Sex” 1992 edition which I was in several times as a model – all the models were Provincetown year-rounders or summer residents actually. Holding the book out with a shy smile like a little kid, he asked in a small voice “would you autograph our copy?” I laughed my head off while flipping to the piggiest panel I modeled for of the five panels I was in and signed it to the Ranch… can’t say that didn’t tickle my ego some! [And if you are wondering, for those who may still have a copy of that book, the illustration I was in that I signed is under the heading “Stand And Deliver” that’s lil’ ol’ me getting fucked in a stall in the Crown and Anchor, though as soon as our modeling session was over, I fucked the hot leather daddy I posed with senseless.] Heading up the stairs to my room – with a spare key – on the landing I bumped into Karl and another one of the Houseboys. They were changing the light bulbs in the wall sconce fixtures and the floor level night lights from normal low watt white bulbs to slightly higher watt red ones – if I remembered from the one Open Door party I’d been at before that the overhead corridor lights were shut off and only the sconces and floorboard lighting stayed on, with red bulbs in all fixtures that remained lit, even in the bathrooms I noticed as I stepped in to take a piss. “Ha! I remember these lights!” I called to them through the saloon doors of the shared bathroom. “I’ve been at one of these Open Door parties before.” The Houseboy I didn’t know, a freckled wiry ginger with a southern accent said, “I sure haven’t…” “Neither have I,” added Karl. “Are they as hot as the stories?” “The one I experienced was,” I replied as I shook my cock off. “By the way, thanks for your assistance this morning Karl, I really REALLY appreciated it. After that I’m sure you’ll fit in just fine at this event.” “I wanna’ fit in too Sir” grinned the cute redneck, “so if you need anymore ‘assistance’ just ask for Miles…” I told them both I looked forward to encountering each of them later. I tapped on my door and identified myself in case the boys within wanted to conceal something, then used the key to let myself in. I found them taking a few hits from my now refilled water pipe and munching on pastries from the Portuguese Bakery. I gave a mock stern “There better be some of that for me… in fact there better be some of both of those for me!” “We saved plenty for you ‘Daddy’” said Vice with a wink in my direction, while Lou choked on the cloud he was inhaling. “You DID learn a lot today, homie…” Vice handed me a pastry, which I wolfed down, and I tossed them each a yogurt and poured some Gatorade for all of us from my cooler. After we’d all finished them in about five minutes flat we cracked the door slightly to let guys know we were “available” and out of the line of sight passed around the glass cock and blew some major clouds, shotgunning each other all around – it was very very hot to see Vice shotgun Lou without hesitation and aggressively snog the sexy candyman while he did so. We all stripped out of our shorts, leaving us naked from the waist down, with me in my vest, Vice in the wife-beater and Lou in a sleeveless denim all while our half-hard cocks hung out getting air. Lou sighed in happiness and then said, “so tell me about your day…” “Oh he’s a remarkably apt student,” I responded. “He’s hit advanced level of study on just about every activity we tried today… he’s even done a comparison study of the fuckability of three different male holes...” Vice nodded and proceeded to tell Lou about our 3-way with former frat boy Kieran and the addition of Karl the German houseboy and how he got to fuck all three of us, and Karl’s picture of his family and how much I looked like them, and how hot the Daddy/Son role play was, “and J here even talked sex in German to the kid… so freakin’ twisted!” At that moment we heard a tap on the door and the first of Lou’s potential “clients” slowly pushed the door open. “Hey,” the guy said cautiously, “I heard there was someone here who could help a guy out with stuff for the party tonight?” “Close the door behind you please,” Lou said. “Drop your pants for a minute and choose one of the three of us and give a little oral action please, just to be sure…” The older white guy, a furry bear with salt and pepper hair and beard dropped trou so fast there was almost a breeze. “No problem! Hell, I’ll do a little on all three of youse…”, which he proceeded to do, going from me to Vice to Lou – where he lingered a bit. Lou handed him the bong and told him to take a hit. The guy blew a nice big cloud and smiled, “Damn, that’s some good shit. I’m Tom by the way, and I never got to blow a black dick before, that was damn hawt.” Vice and I busied ourselves picking out some more porn to play on my laptop while negotiations were quickly completed behind us. On his way out, Tom gave Lou’s cock another quick lick and told us he’d see us later, leaving the door cracked again. Shortly thereafter, another knock brought the next supplicant who turned out to be one of the two leather guys Vice and I had to maneuver around in the lobby who were checking in when we went to let Lou in. Lou repeated the same orders as before and the guy pushed his grey cotton gym shorts down. He was white but well-tanned with no tan line, shaved ALL over including his head, muscular with a pierced cock that looked like it would be lots of fun and a smooth muscular ass that brought all sorts of ideas to my head. His accent when he spoke immediately gave him away as Quebecois, and he dropped and gave Lou some serious mouth action while he groped Vice and me, first cocks, then slipped fingers back toward our holes. Vice’s eyebrows shot up in surprise but then the guy released the three of us and stood. “Beautiful,” he said. “That is my first African cock… may I have more later?” Lou handed him the glassware, telling the man – Marcel as it turns out – to hit and letting him know that yes, he’d be happy to give the guy more later. They conferred on business and then we all took another hit – shotgunning the hot Canadian before he left with a smile and commenting that he “needed time with all of you” later as he slipped out and we again left the door open a crack. I turned to Lou shaking my head and laughing, “Seriously, does that happen a lot up here? That is just SO alien to me. Are you really THAT unique to these guys?” Both of them laughed, then Lou rolled his eyes and said, “J-man, you have NO idea. It can be flattering, but it can get annoying after a while… and worse, some of my potential customers react… poorly.” I thought about my three African-American buds from the time I lived up here – hunky Adam who worked security at The Boat Slip, Clint the performer and fisting aficionado that I mention in Part 2 and ‘Shadie’ the drag performer – and all of them told me about how many of the white guys wouldn’t even consider having sex with them let alone dating them. Seemed crazy to me. “Well, that must make it really interesting when they have to do the blowjob test in order to do business with you…” Lou’s expression turned absolutely predatory. “Yeah, especially when I’m in a bad mood, that’s sometimes my favorite part. The real asshole types that had never ever considered sucking black dick find themselves in a real dilemma. I love watching their faces as they realize they either have to blow a ‘BBC’ or they don’t get to blow Miss T,” he let out an evil little laugh. “No surprise, Tina wins out almost every single time and a few seem to really like the experience, but you can tell some are totally humiliated and some flat out hate what they have to do. I have no doubt some of these crackahs run and wash their mouths out the second I leave, but I love seein’ asshats like that have to submit or its no favors for them… and you know I make THEM do it a lot longer than guys who have no problem… it’s a bit evil, I know.” Both Vice and I vehemently disagreed and thought it was just perfect, very karmic in fact. “So,” Lou said turning to Vice as we waited for the next knock, “which ass was best? You never said…” Smiling at me, Vice replied “oh, all three were wickie hawt. Kieran was really athletic, but it seems he’s a little inexperienced back there and could squeeze me out accidentally. Karl was definitely way more experienced but totally let me do ALL the work. But J-daddy here, he WORKED my dick with his ass muscles and fucked me back as much as I did him. Gotta say our Dude here won hands down, but don’t tell the other bros I said so – I don’t want to piss them off and not get to plow them again later!” I thanked him for the compliment with a little salaam and then said, “Serously boys, I could enjoy getting topped by both of you forever, BUT I have to admit, having spent most of today as JUST a bottom, my own Top side, which is usually pretty dominant, is very much looking forward to later when I can get some ass too and get some oral action on MY equipment, I haven’t had a hole to plow since the boys left around noon.” Lou was taking a rip off the pipe as I said this, and pulled Vice over for a shotgun, then looked him in the eye and joked “Aw, now that’s just ungrateful my man!” Vice blushed and started to stammer while Lou passed me the pipe and gave my cock a long sluuurp. “Totally ungrateful!” Blowing out a cloud I said “go easy on him, He actually did give me a little oral this afternoon and he has rimmed me a couple of times which is really a lot from a straight guy, thanks for that by the way, Vice”. “Well that’s a start, V, good job. But don’t you worry J-man you had some of this black booty last night and you can have more later, so I’ll totally make it up to you. Just gotta carry on with the Top-Dealer mode till I’ve serviced all the customers who expect it.” “Wait, you get fucked?” asked Vice with total innocence and surprise on his face. “Think about it man, last night’s party you sat out because EVERYBODY had to be versatile – well I didn’t sit out that party, now did I?” Vice shook his head ‘no’ as Lou continued. “I’m down for all kinds of fucking my man – babes, dudes, trannies, and from all positions. Yeah, like J here I do the fucking most of the time, but I gotta tell ya, getting plowed by a dude who knows what he’s doing? That’s some amazing shit. You don’t know what you’re missing man…now, help me give your ‘Daddy’ here some relief.” With that they got down together and sucked my cock between them, and holy fuck was it hot seeing the two of them sharing my tool and laughing their butts off when their noses would bump or their tongues tangle together. Vice shifted to eating my ass while Lou kept on my cock, then I pulled them both up onto the bed… passing around the poppers, we went for a three way suck – Lou still sucking me, me sucking Vice, and Vice getting his first taste of his buddy’s black dick. Another hit of poppers and we switched with me getting Lou, Lou blowing Vice and Vice sliding further down my cock than he had earlier. He was getting better at this. After a minute or two, we switched to asses, and did a three way rim again switching so that we each tasted the other two. Can’t tell you how hot it was seeing Vice’s tongue head into Lou’s hot booty. This activity was ended by another knocking on the door. Sitting up we all took deep breaths as the door opened and I was shocked to see Kieran’s hubby Charlie slip inside and close the door saying “can I talk to you?”. Vice, having heard Kieran’s description of his husband looked just as shocked. You see, as I mention in Parts 1 and 2, I had met Kieran and Charlie in prior years and they always played safe with condoms and it seemed Charlie was very much NOT a partier and did not want his husband to do so. Though allowed (like I was with my hubby) to play on the side, Kieran hid his desire to bareback from Charlie, and his desire to party. I was afraid this wouldn’t turn out well. “Kieran’s asleep… well, I slipped him a half an Ambien, so… I just have to ask, whose cum is running out of his ass, and what did you all do last night?” Lou stopped him with a hand and said, “Apologies my man, but if you are going to come in here at this time particularly, I need you to show us your dick and ass, give one or all of us a bit of a bj and take a rip from the pipe with us or else you’ll have to wait for another time…” Honestly, I figured he’d turn and leave. Instead, he dropped the jeans shorts and yellow jock he was wearing and dropped to his knees winking at me and saying, “you can be last, I’ve tasted you before…”. Charlie the bear cub then went balls deep on first Vice and then Lou. Coming up for air, he sighed “damn, never had one of those before” then dove onto me as Lou and I roared with laughter. After a minute Charlie sat up and said “Fuck, PLEASE give me that pipe!” He sparked the torch and expertly melted the bowl’s contents and inhaled an enormous hit. “God that’s good,” he sighed after a few huge rips, “haven’t tasted this in over three years! So, did my baby party with you guys last night?” I nodded yes, still not sure where all of this was going. “I figured that when he was so wound up this morning. And I saw him trying to hide his butt from me too, but once I got him to sleep I could verify that his beautiful puffy hole was leaking sperm so my top boy must have been getting fucked bareback, right?” I nodded again afraid of his reaction. “All three of you loaded him?” We looked at each other and nodded. “Damn that’s hot, and a fucking relief…” I was astonished and said “I thought you’d be pissed! I mean the last two years when I played with you guys here, it was all about safe sex and no drugs and even yesterday morning… what happened to change your mind?” Charlie kept doing hits from the bong, then realizing he was monopolizing it passed it around while he explained. Seems that when he and Kieran met, Kieran was still in college and was a naïve, inexperienced top-only who was afraid of both HIV and the drug scene. Charlie had been partying for a couple of years and had just found out he was HIV+. He asked what our status’ were, and I told him I was poz since 1985, and was unsurprised that Lou was poz also, and a little surprised that Vice was poz as well though many partiers ARE even when they’re straight (never did find out if the GF was poz or not – if it was all condom sex for them no wonder the kid was enjoying the freedom of raw male chemsex so much!). So Charlie continued his story. Having fallen head-over-heels for the Blond Jock, he vowed to stay away from the partying and to always play safe with Kieran since Charlie would never be able to deal with the guilt if he passed his infection on to Kieran. So for just over three years, Charlie had only had condom sex – even in groups, so as not to be tempted – and avoided the party scene at all costs thinking he’d lose Kieran if the kid knew what Charlie’s past was like. “But if he sought out both barebacking and chemsex on the side, then I’ve been giving that up for no reason, and I’m sure as hell going back to them right now,” he picked up the bong and drew a big hit, pulled Vice over and blew it into his mouth before a quick tongue lashing. “Now I am totally thrilled that my baby wants to do all the same hot pervy things that I do, but I’m a bit peeved that he never confided that in me…” I interrupted at that point. “He was just as afraid as you were that he’d lose YOU if you found out he wanted to do all those things. Now I think he’s gone raw some before, and we did yesterday while you were blindfolded, but I don’t think he’d partied much at all if ever before yesterday. So he wasn’t totally holding out on you.” Charlie smiled and nodded, “oh that’s even hotter. Now I want your help… all three of you.” We all agreed and Charlie said he wanted to play a little trick on Kieran, both as a bit of revenge and also as a bit of a gift for what looked to be the beginning of a piggier relationship. He asked that just before the party begins in earnest that we all help him get Kieran tied down and gagged in the sling, while Charlie stood in plain sight blowing clouds from the glass cock and shotgunning the three of us, before giving Kieran a slam and sending him into the atmosphere and watching for himself while he got to see his supposedly all top hubby take on all cummers. Knowing Kieran would be really confused at first and then LOVE the outcome, I nodded yes and Lou and Vice were more than eager to assist. Thanking us, Charlie took a big rip from the bong, picked up the poppers and rolled back on the bed spreading his legs and showing his hot hairy pucker and asked, “could I have a preview of later?” We each gave his hole some tongue action while we got our cocks all wet by blowing each other then I was first to sink my cock into his pulsing hole. “Oh fuck, I forgot how good skin feels. John, thanks for agreeing when my boy wanted you to corrupt him yesterday, you just made my life a whole lot better.” I smiled and pulled out, allowing Vice and Lou turns at giving him preview fucks for later. We helped him up, he pulled on his jock and shorts, telling us he’d see us just before the lights went out and muttering “hot damn, I got fucked by a big black cock…” as he went out the door and Lou rolled his eyes while Vice and I just laughed. Two more guys stopped to give their Christmas wishes to Santa quickly, and 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. -
Story as it happened a couple weekends ago... I was on my way to see a regular top fucker who slams the hell outta me as often as he can get away from the wife and kids! This fucker lives an hour away but the way he holds me down and slam fucks me for hours when he hits me up is worth it everytime! So when he hit me up during a snow storm and told me the wife and kids were staying at the in-laws for the night because it was getting worse out instead of driving home and he was free all night, rock hard N needed his pussyboy bitch to unload in NOW..... i got ready N took off! He likes me to dress up for him and sends me outfits he wants to see me in the next time we meet.... a short red leather skirt, super high heels, panties and black fishnets & a blonde wig is what it was tonight, despite the freezing weather! As im driving, this semi passed me and started to swerve in front of me so i hit the brakes and went way off the side of the road and got stuck! The snow was up to the bottom of my car so i had no choice but to call a tow company to get pulled out. They had a driver near me for another car and got to me in like 20 minutes, i see the driver walking over to me and remember what i have on, which i hadnt thought of, hopefully he is cool i was thinkin as i put my window down and saw how fuckin sexy this 6'3-6'4" muscled up Latino bull of a tow truck driver was! I dont even remember what he said as i checked out the tats on his hands and up by his neck and seeing his wedding ring and the bulge in his jeans.... he asked if i was ok since i didnt hear what he had just said lol and asked me again if i can get out N wait in his truck while he gets my car our. As he opened my door he stopped and looked at what i had on stumbled for what to say but played it cool and asked if i had any other shoes cause the snow is deep! I didnt. He had me stay in the car and pulled me out N told me my radiator was broke and i needed to be towed back. I got out and slipped on the ice and he grabbed me and kept me from falling. I could feel my ass against his bulge and his hands on my hips where he caught me and he just walked forward like that to the truck door and i stepped up into his huge truck when i felt his hand on my ass as i went up the 2 slippery steps. Was he helping me or coming onto me i thought as he loaded my car?!? He hopped in and i told him my address and said just to take it there for now and told him how thankful i was for helping me out so quick. He looked over N told me its better to show someone how thankful you are than tell em and started rubbing his cock thru his jeans, i was watching him as he unzipped his jeans and leaned back as he drove and said in a rough tone to fuckin show me how thankful you are bitch and pushed my head towards his bulge! Told me he saw me fuckin staring at him since he walked up N knew a thirsty bitch when he saw one! I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out a huge fuckin uncut cock that had snaked down his pants since he had nothing on under em and started sucking the head and taking him in my mouth when i felt his hand on the back of my neck and he started face fucking me telling me what a fuckin whore i must be dressed like i was and wearing those fuck me pumps in this weather! He forced hos cock into my throat and kept holding me balls deep on his it choking me tellin me to fuckin take it slut! The truck came to a stop and he kept fuckin my throat telling me to fuckin swallow slut and blew right down my throat making me take every fuckin drop! I was milkin his cock in my mouth tasting the last of his nut on my tongue when i heard his lighter and he was hitting a pipe of Tina, passed it to me N had me take 6 hits saying i was gonna need em, b4 he got out. He told me to get inside while he unloads my car, he forced 2 of his fingers inside my smooth tight ass as he pulled me out of his truck N told me to leave the door unlocked N have that fuckin pussy wet when he walks in to collect payment cause he hasnt fucked a whore in 3 weeks since his wife left him N he was gonna fuckin wreck my cunt! I was on all 4s in bed, hole lubed, panties off but still dressed when he found where i was waiting for him. I watched him in the big mirror next to my bed as he walked in my room behind me lookin at my ass, pulling his shirt off showing his massive chest N arms and tats everywhere.... he pulled me back against his bulge and told me i was gonna fuckin get it tonight and if i was a good fuckin whore he might call one of the other drivers over he shares pussy with!!
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Hi there. Anyone around kw Cambridge Guelph area looking for a nice hole for breeding and knock me up. Send me a msg and let’s hook up.
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David is an 18 year old boy that my buddy Steve introduced me to. The first time I met David he was a little bashful and shy but Steve assured me that the kid would be up for some adventure. The three of us hung out for a couple of hours ... and when I drove David home, he pointed out where I should pick him up that night. It turns out that he was going to climb through his bedroom window because his parents were .... well you get the picture. That first night I took David to an after hours house party. I paraded him around for an hour or so and then took his young boy ass to one of the bedrooms. With a little coaxing I got him to strip out of his tee shirt, loosen his shorts and pull out his seriously large cock for a couple other guys to see. Without much more effort David ended up on his knees sucking cock for most of that night. I watched him gulp down 5 loads of cum but there were probably twice that many or more ... honesty I was kinda preoccupied for most of the evening getting fucked. Turns out he got fucked several times that night too. It was when I took David to the SAWMILL campground that I knew he had become a complete and total slut. By now I'd fucked him a bunch of time and had even taken him to a sex party but David at the Sawmill campground was better than a kid (which he was) in a candy story (which it was). We got there early Friday evening and he stuck pretty close but by Saturday mid morning he was completely at ease and pretty much running around on his own without much drama. By that afternoon he had vanished which I guess should have had me a little worried (but honesty it didn't - LOL). There were dozens of trailers, motor homes, cabins, tents and trails leading from place to place. I figured David knew exactly were to find me if he need or wanted anything - plus I was having a great time just hangin out at the pool. Late Saturday evening I found him again - It looked like he had been cruzing the bathroom at the pool area. David was gettin fucked by two guys in the shower area who were NOT taking no for an answer. They had him pushed up against a half wall that separated the shower area from the "hallway" and were pounding him hard enough that about the only thing he could do was just hang onto the wall itself. It was fucking HOT as hell. When I walked up it was clear David and I knew each other and I remember one of the guys was like "dude, do you know who this kid belongs to?" Apparently one of their friends had grabbed onto David earlier that day and had been keeping him spun up on G and X while they fucked him. When they invited me back to their cabin I realized David didn't even have any clothing ... they had just walked him over to the shower naked so he could clean up some. Later that night ... aka early early Sunday morning before it started getting light again we all headed out to "the trails." This time David had on some clothing (although not his) however by the time we were in the woods he was completely naked again. Now "the trails" at the Sawmill are just that ... a series of trails that just kind of loop around to each other with little areas tucked away here and there for guys to hook up in. We took David to the end of one of the little areas and basically spread him out on a bench where he started to get fucked again and again and again. In addition to the 4 guys from the cabin and myself ... I watched no fewer that 10 different guys fuck his once tight boy hole. David was probably fucked 20 or more times that weekend and Id bet he took enuf cum to fill a quart jar!
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I've been a fairly regular visitor to this site, reading all the hot stories in the Chem Set forum and the Bug Chasing forum. Just thought I'd give writing my own story a try. It'll start off a bit slow, seeing as I transformed from being a condom using bottom to a depraved tina-slamming bareback bottom slut. I'm 32, an in shape guy, not overly muscular, not skinny. I am middle eastern by ethnicity. I am in grad school getting my doctoral degree. Some of my friends know that I am gay, some do not. None of them know about my twisted, perverted fantasies though. I used to be a condom only bottom till 2013. Then one night I went out with my friends, had a bit too much too drink, and did what every horny gay man does when drunk, I got on grindr and found a hot 25 year old muscle bear to fuck with. Somehow staggered into his house. God was he HOT. Those huge legs, that chest hair, and that thick veiny 8 inch beauty that stood rock hard. Once my clothes were off and I had deep throated him for close to half an hour he told me to get on all fours while he opened my hole up with his tongue. It was then that he told me that he did not have condoms. A small part of my mind could tell that he must've planned this, having me naked and on all fours, at his mercy before mentioning this. That way I couldn't turn him down. I asked him to just fuck me and not worry about the condom. Over the next one hour I discovered the pleasure of bareback sex. As his thick cock slid in an out of me, something clicked in my mind. I could never go back to condoms. From then on I would only take raw cock. I got 3 loads from him that night before I fell asleep. I woke up to his cock sliding into me again. I ended up taking 2 more for the road before I left. From then on it was on. Every time I hooked up, it was bareback. I insisted on raw cock and a surprising number of people in my town, both students and civilians were more than willing to fuck raw. The only thing I asked before hooking up was their status and would only hookup with negative guys. (Yes I naively believed their status). I had roommates and they didn't like me getting guys over. I had to make do with getting fucked in my office on campus, in the woods, in restrooms among other places. My rule of playing with only neg guys lasted a few months. Then he appeared one morning on grindr. A hairy muscle daddy with a huge 9 incher who wanted to fuck bare. The only rider, he was poz. I've read a number of stories here where guys wrestle with the idea of taking poz loads. For me however it came very quickly. I wanted his load and his status did not matter. Within an hour I was bent over in his hotel room while his thick poz tool wrecked my hole. I was in pig heaven. I had finally realised my place. Taking any and every load regardless of status. After a couple poz loads were pumped deep into me he asked me if I party. I hadn't really heard that term till then. Believing it to mean drinking/alcohol I replied with a yes. He told me to hit him up if I ever visited Raleigh and that we would party and breed. I told him I would let him know if I ever got to Raleigh. As luck would have it, 2 months later, my professor sent me for a poster presentation to Raleigh. By then I had all but forgotten about the guy. I had my poster presentation all day and got back to my hotel in the Crabtree area by 6pm. Immediately, like the pig I am, I got on grindr. After a few filters and few age limits I saw a familiar face. It was the sexy daddy. I immediately hit him up and reminded him of having fucked me a few months back. He remembered me easily and asked if I wanted to party and fuck. Again, believing this to mean that he wanted to have a few drinks and breed me, I said yes. I gave him my hotel address and directions and decided to clean myself up. I douched out my hole, took a shower and manscaped, since he was arriving at 8pm. 7.55pm arrived and I was lying on my bed, wearing a jockstrap, shorts and bare chested. At just a little past 8, there was a knock on the door..... (Let me know if anyone likes it so far and I can continue. It is my first time writing and suggestions will be welcome)
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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 4
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Apologies for the delay, here's the fourth installment of probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was at a 4 day business convention in New Hampshire and was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown during those 4 days, joining me after his convention (for his much more vanilla style sex). After having spent Thursday with my buddy Jimmy who'd planned a whole weekend for me, including a hot orgy Thursday night, he had to turn me loose for Friday for a personal emergency, and at the same time, the local candyman Lou also had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - and Kieran, a blond Boston frat boy type also staying at the Ranch guesthouse, and Karl a Houseboy on staff who was visiting from Germany. 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 - white, blond, blue - we pick up the story on a very stormy Friday morning. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 4 PART 4 – Foggy Friday Foursome “Welcome to our little party, Karl” I said, “get comfortable and get tweaked!” I was loading the bong with some more nice sized shards as Karl put down a small khaki knapsack. He then pulled his scoop neck T off, kicked off his sandals, and pushed down his baggy cargo shorts revealing that he was free-balling. Now displaying his nice vascular soccer type body, rings in his nips, PA in his currently soft short fat cock… he was smooth all over, mostly natural apparently, but shaved pubes as well, and absolutely incredible thighs and butt (turns out he had trained as a speed skater in high school). A seriously nice addition to our little gathering. From his rucksack he pulled out some lube, a cockring, nipple clamps and a small vial of something. “I have some GHB to contribute” the German kid began “if anyone wants some”. While still getting his hole pounded, Kieran looked up and said “I’d love a little actually…” then looking up at his top he gave puppy dog eyes to Vice and continued “I’d love it if you did some with me… with all of us, actually”. Karl looked pleased as he pulled a half dozen stacked little plastic dixie cups out as well, the same cups found at all the communal sinks in the guesthouse. I pulled Gatorade out of the cooler for him to mix with, then lit the torch and melted the new addition to the bong. Remembering all too vividly a night only a few weeks before when – either accidentally or deliberately, I never did find out – some regular fuck buds over G’d me and knocked me out – causing me to lose almost 2 hours of play and waking up puking my guts up, I was just a touch more cautious than in the past. Didn’t want that happening to me or them so I requested “Keep it moderate please.” “Gosh golly, Dad, you ruin all our fun,” Kieran snarked from over on the bed, with an adorable smirk, while Karl added .2 to each of four cups, topping them off with the radiator fluid colored sports drink. Both Karl and I groaned at the “Dad” comment, but while mine was a semi-comic reference to my age, Karl’s utterance was much more sexual and urgent. Quite the contrast. It stopped me short for a second and I looked at my playmates. “Dad, huh? Now you got me wondering… just how old ARE the three of you?” For some reason I was not ready for the answers: Kieran 24, Vice 21, Karl 20! “Holy fuck, boys I’m 43! I seriously COULD be your Daddy, all of you – though I’d have had to knock up a cheerleader at the Senior Prom to be responsible for you!” I joked pointing at Kieran, who replied “guess that makes you our Daddy for the day, J.” Karl nodded muttering, “umm-hmm”. Suddenly thrust from being a contemporary to “mentor, coach, father” status brought me up short for a moment. Though I’ve always played with a wide range of guys of all ages, teens through seniors, from when I was a teenager myself (and still today at 58), I tended more frequently to older than me, and to suddenly be part of a four-way where I was a generation older than the other three was a new situation even for me! The joking and prep of the G had put Vice and Kieran on pause and now everyone had gathered around the dresser for the G, some hydration and of course for some more clouds. Karl was rummaging around his knapsack for something, and then produced his wallet, which along with his passport and all, had a few photos in it and he flipped to one. “If you are curious why am I so anxious to play today, especially with our esteemed host, this is why.” (Gotta love Europeans who learn English from the stuffiest British tutors…) We looked at the photo, and Vice half-seriously asked “you’ve met before?” I looked closer at what appeared to be a family picture at a reunion or picnic or something. Several men and a couple of teenagers both boys and girls, all in swimwear in front of a lake. I could see where Vice got his observation from. Several of the men looked like they could have been MY brothers, two especially, directly behind what seemed to be a 16-ish year old Karl. “I’ll admit, there is a resemblance… Your family, Karl?” “Ya, look close at my father and uncle,” he pointed to those very two men… very similar build to mine, muscular chest and arms like mine, same hair color and style, same height in relation to Karl, okay, pretty similar. “Now you see why you have to fuck me!” Now, let’s be clear here for a moment, these guys and I weren’t doppelgangers or long-lost identical twins or anything, but we seriously looked alike enough to be mistaken for brothers or cousins. And with the tweak we all had on plus the type of scene we were in made the resemblance seem all the more remarkable and the sex to come a bit more twisted. Kieran asked the question we were all thinking: “So you want J to fuck you because it’s your fantasy, or because you miss getting this from them at home?” “Wait, WHAT?” was Vice’s stunned response (though his cock jumped a couple of times I noticed so he wasn’t TOO freaked out!). We looked at Karl and he just smiled and said “both, actually. My Uncle and I started both sex and the Tina when I was 16 and we always fantasized about getting my father, his brother, to pnp with us but that’s never happened. At least not yet. But you look enough like my father that it will feel almost like I’ve gotten my wish.” “Well, I’m glad I can help you with that ‘mein sohnchen’,” I growled pulling his beautiful ass and back to rub against my cock and chest. He gasped a little at my reply and I remember thinking that my College German classes had FINALLY been good for something. I dropped a few words and phrases that morning that a German father might say to his son. Well, a particularly horny piggy son… While Karl caught up cloud-wise, I made sure the rest of us hydrated, popped a few grapes, and discretely took a quarter of a Viagra as a “top up” and passed a half V to Vice, whispering to him “better safe than sorry… gotta keep hard for these hungry boyholes, right?” He grinned at me and murmured “grateful, J, I’d hate to disappoint these welcoming hawt bros.” Some more clouds for all, a new DVD in my laptop, and breaktime was over. Karl said to Kieran and Vice “I think you need to finish something I interrupted; do not worry I service our Daddy for the day.” “Just hold that thought for one minute while I jump out and piss quick – why not check out my toys while you wait Karl? Be back in just a moment.” The boys returned to the fuck position they had been in on the bed, as I slipped out the door. I was starting to chub up and really needed to drain my hose before another round. I was done in a flash, and snuck back to the room, finding Karl crouched down rummaging around the dildos and such. Thinking ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ I figured I’d give him the whole nine yards: “Karl...” I growled low, “was ist los? Dildo? Kommen sie heir bitte!” Karl looked a bit ‘bunny in the headlights’ at being commanded in his native language, so I doubled down. “Schnell, Karl, kommen! So you like “Mannwurst”, ja? Kusse dein Vater Mannwurst!” I pointed to the floor in front of me while Karl dropped to his knees and started a damn respectable oral servicing of my cock and balls, reaching up to manhandle my nips somehow knowing (maybe by just looking at my extended nips) that I really liked them worked and worked hard. I returned the favor as he did his mouth magic, bringing me back to full hardness. He looked up from my now throbbing and dripping tool with eyes that begged me without words. I’d reached the limit of the German I knew that would suit this situation (and ‘MannWurst’ I totally improvised on the spot), but it seemed to have enough effect on Karl to have locked him into the fantasy, so I felt safe switching to English. Which was good, since I couldn’t remember any more! “Yeah boy, you want that somewhere else boy? You wanna get fucked by this daddy cock?” He nodded and moaned. “Then on your back on the bed son – show me that pretty hole begging for pappa’s schlong.” He almost threw himself onto his back next to Kieran ass on the edge of the bed, and up went those huge thighs exposing his sweet pucker. I dropped to my haunches and did a quick rim job - I’d spend more time later, but obviously this kid NEEDED to be fucked! As I attacked with my tongue, I grabbed some lube spreading some on my cock and leaving enough on two of my fingers to add to his hole. Standing, I worked my fingers into him, then spread them for some stretching while making sure he had lube inside, at the tight entrance and a bit around the rim – since he was shaved and my pubes were trimmed but not shaved, I didn’t want to give him rug burn! Popping his legs onto my shoulders, I brought my hips right to the edge and rubbed my tip on his hole. Locking eyes with him, I slowly sank my tip steadily into him, followed slowly but without pausing with the rest of my shaft until my balls rested against his taint. Watching his eyes widen without breaking our connection and hearing his soft “ooh, yah” brought a pleased smirk to my mouth as I stared into his tweaked and happy soul. Damn, chemsex is so incredible. I started him with a slow circular grind, then leaned down and frenched him as I gave him a slow stirring fuck. Breaking the kiss for a moment, I asked him “Is that what you wanted? Your Pappa’s cock boy?” He moaned, nodding his head as I kissed him again, then whispered in his ear “damn that’s good, but I think what you want is a real pounding.” Straightening up, I picked up the pace to a real ball slapping ass pummeling rabbit fuck. He smiled and grunted “fuck yah, harder, pound me!” This kid could take a punishing fuck and come out laughing and smiling (I wish I could take a pounding fuck that well and that enjoyably all the time, frankly…). Karl was my kind of pig! I kept up the blistering attack for almost 10 minutes while Vice slowed his fucking tempo of Kieran to watch, slack jawed. Giving Karl another kiss, I straightened up and slowed down significantly, leaning backwards from the waist a bit to stretch out my back muscles and take some deep breaths and let my heart rate slow down 50 or 60 less beats a minute or so, continuing a slow deep screw. “Damn J-man, you throw a wickie mean fuck!” Vice drawled as Kieran chuckled “totally… damn, not bad for an old man…” Breathing like an old fireplace bellows, I replied “You are so going to pay for that later kid” laughing and winking at him so he knew I was just going along with his banter. Kieran took that moment to change positions, getting on all fours over Karl so they could 69, while Vice fucked Kieran from a kneeling position on the bed. This left me and Vice with our hands and faces free, and as we fucked our respective partners I was surprised to find Vice working my nips - and doing a good job – again, so I returned the favor careful to find the right amount of pressure and intensity for someone I was sure was a newbie. As our four person fuck continued, I was able to reach the poppers giving us both two major hits and then doing a major snog with the str8 boy… and he smiled the whole time. Finally, I needed a breather, and frankly I needed to check the time. We all disengaged, everyone remarking how hot that had just been. It was time for me to check in with my hubby so while they hydrated and stepped out to piss then snacked a bit I stepped over to the window and called my husband’s Convention Hotel Room in New Hampshire. He told me how the first day went, then asked how many people were in my room… ah, he knows me so well! Telling him 3 (and that they were all even more his type than mine), he laughed heartily, reminded me to get SOME sleep and remember to eat… signing off with “see you Sunday” and “love you”, I turned to see the three guys watching, Kieran and Karl smiling and Vice shaking his head “He’s cool with all of this?” I nodded. “That’s just wickie unfair…” he concluded, shaking his head in mock resignation. We got back at it. Vice got a third manhole to try out, he was obviously enjoying the comparison. Kieran, before heading back to his room at 9:30, spent a little time topping me and a bit longer on Karl, then with a “see you later, cool meeting you Vice!” grabbed his stuff and headed out. The remaining three of us kicked back on the bed and blew clouds and watched some more DVD porn. Karl mentioned booty bumps, and Vice gave us each one and then insisted Karl and I demonstrate how one of my double-headed dildos worked. He chose the thicker of the 18-inchers which Karl got super lubed while Vice brought the bong over to us for a few more clouds. On our backs with our heads in opposite directions, the toy was first inserted into Karl’s well-fucked ass and then the other head to my play-loosened hole. “Now what?” Vice asked. “Ever play ‘Crab Soccer’ in Gym Class?” I replied. He sputtered and laughed while Karl and I crab-walked our way toward each other until our holes were kissing, with my right leg over his left and his right leg over my left. We both moaned and Vice was fascinated. We pushed back and forth a bit, then pulled away leaving a few inches of the toy exposed between us. “You want to take control of that?” Vice nodded while Karl huffed some poppers as I did a bit of Max Impact. The Str8 boy grabbed with his fist and pumped it side to side, then started twisting a bit, and finally began shaking his whole forearm, causing us to moan as it vibrated inside us. After a few minutes, Karl grabbed my hands and pulled us closer again, and indicated we should sit up. Our cocks came together between us and though some of the dildo was obviously no longer in either of us in this position, we were still filled nicely. Karl asked Vice to bring the bong and torch and feed us a hit a few hits, then stand on the bed straddling us. He took a few puffs, passed the bong back and forth between the houseboy and me, and as we held our last hits, he set the glassware down and stepped up and straddled us. Grabbing each other, Karl and I pinned him, Karl taking Vice’s cock in his mouth before exhaling his cloud all over it then beginning to suck, while I split Vice’s cheeks with one hand, inserting my tongue in his hole and releasing my cloud into and around his sweet opening. Bucking back and forth, I rimmed, Karl sucked, Vice moaned as his two companions serviced him and fucked each other slowly. Finally, our German fuckboy, let out a major grunt and blew a load over our stomachs and Vice’s lower legs. Around 11am we decided we needed some break time, and Karl was due for some house duties shortly. We had a couple of yogurts each, along with fruit, some Gatorade and a protein bar each. As we decompressed, Karl found out that Vice sort of assisted Lou, whom Karl knew professionally as it were, and that Lou was coming to my room around 4pm to see if anyone in the guesthouse might need his services. Karl said coming in as my guest was a good idea, and with the severe rainstorm most guests would likely stay in the guesthouse tonight and this would likely turnout to be one of the guesthouse’s infrequent but legendary all-house orgies. I’d been in one a few years prior, and it was very hot. Karl said he’d subtly let the “cooler” guests know to stop by my room late afternoon if they wanted anything ‘special’ for the evening’s festivities. We’d been hearing lots of stirring and movement about the house for over an hour, and there were going to be lots of guys out and about, pissing, showering and the like, and although Vice and I both wanted to shower, Karl could see Vice’s reluctance, so gathering up the toys we needed to clean he told us to follow him. Both of us in shorts only and carrying towels and guest toothbrushes - and Vice with his cap on and pulled low - Karl led us to the back stairs and down to the basement level where the houseboys lived, and laundry was done. While he cleaned the toys, he indicated the small communal showers down there that were intended for the houseboys and included sure-shots. After brushing our teeth, we both utilized the sure-shots. Fortunately, each of the commodes was enclosed, so Vice, and for that matter, me, could get squeaky clean without having to release in front of each other. We then went back to the showers where Karl joined us, as we got the morning’s sweat, lube and funk sluiced off, and Karl gave us each a quick couple of sucks. We dried and with our shorts back on, some new towels, and my cleaned toys in a bucket, we headed to the back stairs and started up. As we started our climb, we heard a voice whine “jeez, Karl, you could have at least SHARED them…”. Vice and I could only chuckle as we got back to my room. Somewhat fed and cleaned up, we opted for some down time (after all this was still only FRIDAY morning, with lots more to come we had to pace) so I put a DVD with some bi content in it on play silently, while playing some mellow meditation type music on my portable CD. Taking some melatonin and a bit of G each, we laid on the bed diagonally his pillowed head in one corner, mine on a pillow in the diagonally opposite corner with the porn on the dresser where we both could see without too much trouble. Settling in with our lower legs crossed somewhat, Vice pretty quickly closed his eyes while I spent a couple of minutes jotting a few notes in my sex diary then calling my voice mail at my office just to make sure nothing was blowing up while I was on vacation. I saw a text from Jimmy and responded that Vice was spending the day with me in my room… which resulted in some poorly spelled and obviously flabbergasted responses from poor Jimmy! Getting the necessary small chores out of the way and chuckling to myself about this str8 boy in my bed having an adventure, I too closed my eyes and slipped into a light doze. FRIDAY AFTERNOON FREAK AND FROLIC I was in that muzzy fugue state that comes with the not-quite-sleeping we experience during party breaks, so it took me a few seconds to add up all the sensations I was suddenly feeling. Hearing was first, a very familiar bubbling sound over the still playing meditation music. Then scent, as what must have been an extensive cloud wafted past my mouth and nose, with an undercurrent of fresh washed male, a hint of lube and the bottom note of the old knotty pine paneling on the guest house wall. Then touch, a soft rubbing from my nips to hardening cock and back, and a warm insistent burrowing to my now relaxed and well-stretched manhole… which was a bit strange since the water pipe was continuing to bubble. Realizing I had to open my eyes, I did so slowly and took in a remarkable and truly sexy sight. My until-now-limited-to-straight-sex-only companion was mostly upright against the pillows in his bed corner, fully naked, legs spread, one foot wandering my torso, tool and testicles, the other foot burrowing between my legs and continuing a gentle invasion of my hole. His plumped, half-staff sausage fell over one thigh exposing his hairy pucker temptingly… running my gaze up his tanned torso, over the slight belly that was actually sexy, to his well-sculpted pecs and bowling ball shoulders, his oversized biceps showing exceptional vascularity, he had no idea how hot he really was. He wore a smirk as he worked the torch and sucked more vapor from the swirling bowl. “Damn, now that’s nice to wake up to,” I drawled. Vice smiled ruefully and handed me the pipe, “you know, J, my girlfriend has never given me props like that, and you actually mean that, don’t you?” “Your lady obviously has some extensive vision problems my man, ‘cause you are seriously easy on the eyes.” He smiled wider and started with the foot work again. Now I will say truthfully that I do NOT have a foot fetish, those involve fantasy and serious concentration on specific body parts. That said, having spent so much time with man after man’s legs on my shoulders, you notice feet when they are just inches from either side of your face and I’ve learned to appreciate good examples of the male foot… and these, though tragically NOT on my shoulders, were exceptional examples. Long, lean, smooth soled with matching long lean well-proportioned toes – and well taken care of for a straight boy, nails trimmed and everything (thank god, as he’d been toe-fucking me, long sharp nails would have sucked…). So I did what I frequently do while fucking someone with hot feet, I took one in my mouth and started to suck on a big toe, blowing my cloud out around his foot. “oh, oh, oh fuck that’s wickie hawt J-man… damn but you’re givin’ me an education this weekend, woah.” I switched to his smaller toes with my tongue, as Vice continued, “damn man, you are a serious freak, except you’re not, you do wild rides like munching butt, and manhandling nips and sucking toes – shit chicks NEVER do, I mean mine would think it’s disgusting, and you turn it totally normal, and they feel so fine.” I stopped my oral attentions and shifted over to drop more crystals in the bowl. “Thank you, I appreciate that. Sex just isn’t freaky or weird to me, so long as all parties are enjoying it and it feels good, I say do it. Gotta admit, if your ass or feet were dirty, I wouldn’t do it – sweat doesn’t count by the way – but I like all the skin and all the parts of a hot male body, so when not experience it with as many senses as I can.” He nodded, seeming to really consider that. “I have to admit, man, that I’m totally impressed by YOU. I mean, a lot of straight guys would not be dealing well with all this, let alone enjoying it as you seem to be. I was a bit afraid I’d wake up and you’d be all pissed or something when you had time to think.” He actually laughed. “A week ago I would never have pictured the things I’ve done in the past day. I thought Lou was losing it when he talked me into heading over to Jimmy’s to play with you guys. And I am a bit ticked that he just abandoned me this morning. But I been lookin’ at it this way. This is a weekend for me to go totally wild and do things I’ve never done and might never do again, so why not enjoy it? The things you guys do to me and let me do to you feel awesome. Way better than the sex that bitch ever lets us have… I’m not even sure she actually LIKES sex, but damn YOU and your buds sure do!” He paused as I shot-gunned a big cloud to him, then let our tongues dance a little before I withdrew. “AND,” he said with great emphasis, “And, you guys make me feel like I’M actually hot, that I look good and people get off on my looks too, not just on the girl I’m with. So hell yeah, I’m going to enjoy every minute of this sex marathon weekend that’s more about what I want for a change.” Amazing, simply amazing, whether he ever hooked with guys again (and I thought he would even if he remained mostly on the hetero side) he was letting himself revel in being as much desired as desiring. Passing him the glass cock as I exhaled a smaller hit, I said “Good for you dude, enjoy it. But that never being told how fine you are, now that’s tragic, because you are a damn hot man. There’s no part of you that I don’t want to touch, lick, get penetrated by or well… damn, if you WEREN’T straight, I’d be all up in that hot hole right now giving back all the pleasure you banged into me.” Blowing his own cloud, he almost looked apologetic “yeah, just not sure that’ll happen, but if you want to get your hot mouth back there again, that’d be wickie cool. Let me take a few more hits so I can return the favor. In fact…” he leaned over to the supplies and picked up the two prepared booty bumps that we hadn’t used when Karl and I did two earlier, he handed me one and keeping the other. Catching the mood, I ditched the new age music, and turned the sound back up a bit on the porn, putting in one of my favorite vids that featured lots of rimming. Sucking down some Gatorade, we shot the bumps into our asses, and each took more pipe hits while the bumps got absorbed. “Holy shit,” Vice whispered as the bumps took us. I laid flat on the bed, propping two pillows under my neck and indicated to Vice to sit on my face. That hot hairy muscle butt came down, and sticking my tongue in his hole, blew my last cloud into and around it. He settled in, moaning, while I feasted. He really was tasty and obviously enjoyed it SO much. After a few more clouds of his own and a huff of poppers, he pushed two more pillows under my butt while hauling my legs back and dove into a fervent anal 69. We went at it like two starving men for almost a solid half hour, with just a few gasped breaths here and there. The pleasure factor was extreme for both of us and we rode the wave of feeling. Both needing to stretch our necks, brought cocks and balls into reach, and as I started sucking his piece, playing with the foreskin with my tongue, I was pleasantly surprised to feel him kissing, licking and tonguing my equipment a bit too. Inexpertly, yes, but honestly wanting to give pleasure back. We broke for breath almost telepathically and he asked if I was ready to have something bigger than his tongue inside me again. Of course I nodded yes, while wishing that he’d reciprocate on that too, but who knows maybe eventually. In the meantime, there was that nice sized uncut tool that needed a home. I was very pleased that he chose me on my back with my legs over his shoulders. Sliding some lube on, he sloooowwwwllllyyyy slipped back inside me. Wow. The kid had promise, lots of promise! The first round was a slow sensuous screw with him kissing me intensely and each of us working, squeezing, pinching the other’s nips. It was so slow and passionate it was almost bordered on romantic, except we kept chuckling and blowing some clouds too. Breaking after a good long fuck, we spent the next hour playing with toys, no ass penetration toys for him, but vibrators, cock pumps and what turned out to be his favorite, nipple suction cups. I have a full set of cylinders that have a screw attachment at the top that produce suction… they increase in diameter step by step from ¾ of an inch wide to 3 inches. We got his nips sucked up to over an inch and turned the screws until they drew them out off his chest by about the same amount, then he used the widest ones on me, astonished to see my already large nips get even bigger and sucked out a good two inches. Our cocks which had softened some while we worked the mechanics of the toys started to plump again, and I asked if I could try something. Nodding yes absently as he batted his hands at both his cups and mine, I stepped a bit closer, grabbed his cock and inserted my own into his foreskin, “docking” my circumcised tool into his natural one. It felt awesome rubbing our cockheads against each others while our cupped chests bounced off each other and drew moans from both of us. That’s where we were when Lou called Vice’s phone to let him know he was less than 10 minutes away and could we come down and let him in and bring him to my room. Vice shrugged and tried to remove his suction cups – I showed him how, and he gasped as I did. We quickly popped on some shorts and sneakers with me in a vest and Vice in one of my wifebeaters. Leaving the room, we paused to take a piss then headed downstairs to where Lou was already waiting on the porch.
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