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Never got around to posting this but it's a hot story so... A year before the pandemic I went to my local bathhouse, not really expecting anything. I got a locker and once undressed I just sat around in the sauna. Some guy in his 40s was already there and noticed the young, fresh meat. I was still a bit shy as I had gotten on prep and had never taken anon loads before. He stroked my thigh and I pretty much immediately got hard through my towel. He noticed that and worked towards underneath my towel and asked me if I'd like some head. I looked down at his cock and saw he was hard too. Without saying anything I just went for it on my knees. He moaned and told me that I was a good boy. While I was working his cock someone came in and was watching the show before groping my ass. Guy #2 asked how the faggot was doing and as he said that my cock twitched and I moaned again. He took that as a sign that I liked being called that and asked guy #1 if he'd mind if he fucks me (he didn't ask me but obviously I wanted him in me). He lubed up and pushed himself right in. I was getting spit roasted for the first time and I couldn't be happier! After a bit I heard the guy behind me grunt, pull out, and thank me before walking away. I felt my hole and found that he came in me which made me a bit more wild on the guy I was sucking. He wanted his turn though and pulled me up and had me sit on his dick. I had my back towards him and mounted him. He picked my legs up and started thrusting. Nobody else was in there but I'm sure they would've loved to see a twink getting railed with cum dripping onto someone's cock. That first guy came quite quickly. I thanked him for a good time. I went upstairs to where the gloryholes are and got into one (they're my favorite). I felt like I was waiting forever but finally a cock came through! He didn't want to fuck but just wanted to get sucked off. I was fine with that and gave him a good deepthroat session. He gave the obvious knock after a bit and I made sure to go all the way to his base so he could feel my throat as he came. Nobody else really came into the gloryhole but I spent a bit of time in there jerking off thinking about how slutty I had become (a few years ago at this bathhouse I sucked off a bunch of guys and before that was one of my first times). I stepped out of the gloryhole and walked around a bit before I heard a voice that seemed familiar. It was the guy who first fucked me (guy #2) and as I walked into the room he was in (a video room with some benches) I saw a fit daddy talking with someone while they were watching some porn. We locked eyes and he said "Oh looks like a certain faggot might want daddy's cock again". My cock instantly shot up in my towel and he motioned me over. He said he wanted me to get lubed up a bit inside so his friend could have a good time too. I noticed that his friend was a fit guy but not a daddy. Either way I was going to get some more cock so I straddled the daddy and he started to pound me good. His friend wanted some attention and I was happy to give him some. The daddy must've really gotten warmed up from the first time cause he was getting pretty verbal with me as he was fucking me. We also got some attention and I was thinking I might actually be a gangbang slut. After what felt like 15 minutes of nonstop pounding the daddy came in me and invited someone over for a turn. That guy wasted no time and instantly had his way with me. He didn't last long and shot a load in me before the daddy had his friend take a turn. His friend, who was getting some quality head for at least 15 minutes took no time in getting inside of me and after about 5 minutes he himself finished inside as well. I had gotten 5 loads in my ass and one in my mouth so far and was loving it! I thanked them both and as I was leaving I saw a young asian twink sitting in the room. He said he was a little too shy to play but wanted to know if I'd go with him to his room. Naturally I said yes (I love other twinks)! In that room was one of my best experiences of the year. We 69'd, throat fucked each other, and flip-fucked. I spent so much time in there I was going to get worried I would get in trouble for overstaying. I didn't care though cause I was having so much fun railing this twink and getting fucked by him. Eventually we started flipping every 5 or so minutes to see who would cum first. He ended up cumming first and gave me my last load of the night. After he gave me his I grinned at him and told him that it was my turn! I pulled away from him and had him get on his fours so I could mount him. Once I was inside I started thrusting away thinking about all the loads in me, in a few minutes I ended up breeding him. I collapsed next to him and thanked him for the good time. He gave me his number and asked if I'd like to have something regular. We exchanged numbers and I ended up calling it a day/night. Sadly the pandemic hit a few months later and I have yet to return to that bathhouse. I also was never able to meet up with that twink due to the pandemic and he ended up moving away. I probably should've asked that daddy for his number but I wasn't thinking about it at the time. Hopefully the next time I go I'll make a new friend, ideally one who'd flip with me but also want to go be a cumdump alongside me.
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At the end of a previous post, where I summarised a poll I'd had running for a while, I asked myself what might be the sluttiest thing to do in a sauna. I think it's time for another poll! -
I can feel my heart about to jump out of my chest as I check into the Courtyard in Chelsea. I am 27, in the best shape of my life at 6’1 210lbs all muscle. I am visiting Manhattan for the first time for work from small town Missoula MT. Tonight i am going to a bathhouse for the first time. I have messed around with a handful of guys but have always been too scared to do much more than JO and kiss. Tonight is the night i might try bottoming and definitely want to try topping. I can’t help but speed walk to my hotel room to get cleaned up. I google how to clean my ass. It seems my only option is to use the Smart water bottle in my room. 45 minutes later and a hole rubbed raw from the lip of the bottle, my ass is fresh and clean. The closest bathhouse is only an 8 minute walk. I don’t bother putting underwear on under my jeans, knowing i’ll be taking everything off in a few minutes anyways. I jam a few condoms in my pockets, and get on my way. Whatever transpires will be safe. I have heard of prep but don’t know anything about it, nor ever plan on having unsafe sex until i’m in a serious relationship. My goodness this place looks sketchy. The entrance is a dirty metal door with a dimly lit “Spa” sign above it. I go in the reception room. Behind the glass is a 40 something year old, 5’9 170 lb, white guy with a pretty handsome face, brown eyes, stubble, and looks like he’s pretty fit and hairy under his tight fitting white crew neck tshirt. I know he can sense my newness. He asks if I am a member. I simply say no. “room or locker” “umm” $15 or $35 “locker?” “okay $15, ID, phone, and any other valuables you want me to lock up and keep back here.” My hands tremble as i hand him my credit card and everything else. Here’s the key and towel. Locker 48. He buzzes me through the second metal door. It’s so dark and humid. It smells like a really dirty locker room and a heavily chlorinated jacuzzi. EDM music lightly plays through speakers in the ceiling. There is also the sounds of occasional light deep man groans and showers turning off and on. I see a few shadows walking away down a hallway. I find my way to the lockers, get fully undressed, wrap the towel around my waste, and lock the locker. As start aimlessly walking down a hallway I approach a shadowy figure. I can feel his stare. I don’t slow my walk but he reaches out to graze my stomach. He says “hey”. My eyes aren’t adjusted to the dark lighting yet. I squint and can see he’s a fit guy, about 50 years old, pretty fit at about 5’10 and 170lbs but not really my type. I don’t say anything and keep walking. He stands in the hall staring at me as I come to the first corner of the maze-like hallway. It’s a hairpin turn that opens to multiple paths with gloryholes. I stop and lean up against the wall. There is one guy about 5 feet in front of me hunched down giving head to a mystery guy on the other side oh the hole. I want to try that. My dick starts to twitch and fill with blood. Someone comes around the corner. It’s a fit 30 something year old latino guy. He’s about 5’8, muscular, and from what i can see a very handsome face. He slows nearly to a stop to check me out. My dick is now hard and throbbing. I reach down to pull it to the side in my towel and hold it. I can feel my towel getting wet from my precum. The latino sees me holding my dick, steps up to me and grabs my hand/dick and kisses my neck. I am startled by how assertive he is but also at ease. He’s sexy. He’s now full on licking my neck, jaw, and running his hands all over my body. My heart is pounding from the excitement. I can smell his spit and feel his heavy breath and wet tongue. I let go of my dick and his hand replaces mine. Both of my hands slide up his muscular hairy arms, slowly making their way to his built back. He’s very muscular. He licks his way to my lips and mouth. His other hand is now grabbing the back of my right leg. He’s scrunching up my towel to get a grip on my bare ass. His tongue enters my mouth. So big and wet. He pulls back and spits into my mouth. It’s shocking, no one has ever done that to me, but it’s so hot tasting his spit. I want this guys juices. All i can do is stand there, paralyzed as he takes complete control of my body. I rub the back of his thick neck with one hand while my other is grips his dick. It’s a solid 8” and uncut. I’ve never touched an uncut dick. Both of our towels fall to the floor. I have never been so naked, but his confidence and assertiveness makes me feel at ease. His dick is so slick with precum and the extra skin makes it easy to jack him. He’s found my hole with his right hand and fingers. His fingers are dry but he’s pushing hard and scratching his way inside. He reaches up to his mouth and spits in his hand, reaches down to his dick head, wipes off precum, and goes back to my hole to dig a bit more. It hurts but feels so good at the same time. He repeated his another time and adds precum from my dick also. No one has ever touched and invaded my hole like this. It feels amazing. His index finger is knuckle deep feeling around. He pulls out, grabs my waste, turns me around, pushes on the small of my back and pulls on my hips to bend me forward. I rest my forehead and hands against the wall. He kisses the back of my neck and starts to lick his way down to my ass. He loudly spits on my hole and buries his face and tongue in it. My head is spinning. Although my dick is untouched, it’s throbbing. I look to my sides. A few more shadowy figures have leaned up against the wall on both sides of us and are jerking, watching him eat my ass and probe with fingers. My mind jumps back to reality as I think about how unsafe it is for him to be inside me.. Spit is safe right? As long as he doesn’t try to fuck me raw. Fuck I forgot the condoms in my pants. I’ll have to go back and get them before any fucking. My mind races back to how good he feels on and in my hole. A shadow reaches over and grabs my throbbing dick. He spits in his hand and starts slowly jerking me. I grab his hard dick also. I realize he's the 50 year old. He has a decent 6” or so average thickness dick. I feel his precum leaking as I explore his dick and heavy balls. Im so turned on, I jerk him also. the 50 year old leans in and jams his tongue down my throat. His tongue is slimy but I still want his spit in my mouth also. I hear other guys to my right moaning and it sounds like one is getting head. I hear one growl “I’m gonna cum.. oh fuck yeah..” and his sucker moans. My latino’s right hand disappears from my ass cheek. The latino reaches over to the sucker and says “spit”. The latinos hand returns to my ass crack and wipes the suckers spit and i think shadowy figures cum on my crack and hole. Before I can think about it he jams his index and middle finger into my hole. Then a third finger. Then he wipes the liquid from my upper ass crack and seems like he's trying to jam it all in. My dick can’t help but throb. I feel my load building up. I am about to erupt. I moan “I’m close” the latino quickly stands up and presses his body against my back. He slides his fat precum wet dick into my loose slick hole with little resistance. What the fuck am i doing? I stand there in shock.. I try to push my waste forward to escape him bottoming out in my ass, but the latino pins me against the wall. He quickly thrusts three times balls deep and then stays balls deep in me. He grunts and breaths heavy on my neck. I feel him throbbing. He’s breeding me. I feel every pulse. My involuntarily flexes against his dick as if my body knows it wants to suck all of his cum out of his balls. He stays there pulsing. My dick cant hold it any more and erupts. The 50 year old continues to jerk me as I spray shot after shot on the wall and ground. About 15 seconds go by while the latino is pressed up against me and I’m pressed up against the wall. We catch our breath. He slowly slides out of my ass. He whispers “hot. thanks”.. I can’t find words to say anything back. He pulls away from my body. My hole is burning but cold and empty. I feel cum and liquid dripping down my thigh. The latino disappears down the hallway. The 50 year old takes his cum covered hand off my dick and licks his fingers. I bend down and grab my towel. I can’t believe it but my dick is still rock hard. I’m so turned on but so uneasy that I just got bred. I wipe my ass off and wrap my towel around my waist. I have to pull my still hard dick against my stomach. I turn my back to the wall again and lean up against it to regroup about what just happened.
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CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Cleveland—April, 2022 I stayed in most of the next day after my night at the Horse Market. I treated myself to a nice meal that evening, then went back to the hotel and wrote a little. I was returning to the bathhouse that night. I was meeting a specific man there. We had chatted for a long time and always missed each other at various leather weekends—and we lived too far away for a session on either of our home turfs. But he had a hotel-like room at the baths—and I agreed we should finally meet. We had talked about keeping the door open to include others as we saw fit. And playing in public slings to get his hole sloppy with other men. He wanted some fisting time, but was also excited about taking other tops and being a whore for me. I got to the establishment thirty minutes before the appointed time. Just as I was coming out of the locker room, I met a friend. I had first met Bob right here at the baths, many a CLAW ago. He had become a roommate for an IML or two—and then we did that drift apart thing that is so easy to do in this life. We hugged, caught up, and I promised to find him after my fist date. The bathhouse was alive already at 9:30; it would be wild in another hour or two. I found the room of my fisting date. We played— though there was little connection. He didn’t want to open the door. I asked about moving to the sling in a public spot. Well, he didn’t want his friends to see what he liked to do. So I stayed for 30 minutes, working my dick, hand and a plethora of his toys into him. (Three toys at once, at one point.) And then I left. It was not the night to shut out the other men of CLAW…. I find Bob in the new play area. It is being nicely used tonight. We grab a sling and I get my tongue reacquainted with his fairly furry ass. Another man works his nipples as I lick him out. I stand up and slide into him. Bob squeezes continually, giving me a good fuck. I love the look on his handsome face—he is telling me just how much he likes the fuck. So different from the Horse Market. We take a breather—and go in separate directions. I head towards the wall where there is an ass in one of the two big glory holes. I can’t tell much else about the man, other than the butt is full, with a hairy crack. “Excuse me…” says a voice behind me. I turn. It’s a very young twink in a towel—likely not here for CLAW but just a good night at the tubs. “There’s a number on your back. Can I ask why?” Damn. I had scrubbed the one off my shoulder, but I couldn’t reach the middle of back to get the big one. I tell him it is from the Horse Market. “What’s that?” I describe the event to him, hoods and all. All that anonymous bareback hole and cock. I love watching his face go from wonder to lust to, well, horror. “And you did that?” I nod. He thanks me, tightens his towel around his thin waist and moves quickly for the door… I continue to the ass framed in the glory hole. I kneel and the first time he knows someone is there is when my tongue flicks against his wet pucker. He has had cock tonight—but not in the wall. I stand up and give him a hard fucking. I have no idea his age or looks. Just Caucasian, likely around 40—with some good anal skills…. * I take a tour of the building and get some head in the video room. I go back into the new equipment area. A fit Daddy is fucking a young, lithe blond boy in the sling. I watch over to the side with a few others. The Daddy sees me first: “You have a nice cock.” “So do you.” At least from what I can tell as he fucks into his boy. It looks very girthy. “Hey, boy, do you want this man in chaps to fuck you?” The boy has been staring at my dick since the Daddy spoke to me. “Do you want me to take him?” he asks, wide eyed and looking up at the handsome, hairy man rutting into his hairless ass. “You know I do. I told you I’d find you a cock if you were good tonight.” “Ok, but he’s got a lot of dick…” The Daddy pulls out. He takes his beer can cock to the boy’s mouth. I kneel and eat out the young man’s super wet hole. It makes me moan into his ass. The Daddy seems pleased I am taking the time to eat the ass before I fuck it. I stand up and slap my dick on the boy’s ball sack. Both the boy and the Daddy watch me drool some spit on my dick. My aim is good—it lands with a nice splat on my cock head. I fuck it into the kid. He groans. Daddy says: “Make me proud. Take him.” I start slow and build. Daddy jerks now, wanting to watch me fuck. The kid’s head keeps turning from watching me to watching his daddy. “Take a turn. I want to see you fuck some more,” I tell Daddy. He gladly complies. “Just let me clean your dick when you pull out.” He grins, fucks the kid hard and then lets me clean him. Then he does it to me after my next fuck. “Can he breed me, Daddy?” “Ask him.” “I won’t shoot for a long time yet. But find me later, and we can try…” We fuck a little more, back and forth, but the boy needs a break. They go off, Daddy’s arm around the shoulder’s of the blond young man… * At the other sling in the play area, I find a rather elfin man sitting on a chair next to it. He smiles at me, my dick still hard and swinging as I walk towards him. It is still wet from the blond boy. This bronzed man, slips to his knees and tastes the ass juices on my cock. He sighs and redoubles his efforts to clean my dick. “I watched you fuck that blondie. Would you do me?” “Sure.” He smiles again. It’s a great one—the cliché of ‘lights up the room’ flashes through my mind. He gets in the sling. I kneel and eat him out. He strokes a fairly big dick, with a wet foreskin. My mouth goes over that, too, before it takes some of his pre-cum to his hole. I stand up and fuck. The man is vocal. In a good , encouraging way. Sometimes it’s words. Sometimes it’s just sounds of joy. And it rings true…it’s not bad porn noise. He strokes his cock. I think he may shoot at any time. I slow down, pull out and eat his hole again. It is extra wet now. He groans out “Let me taste it…” I stand up and drool some into his wide open mouth. He swallows hungrily, as I begin to fuck once again… “Damn…you have just made my CLAW.” This only makes me fuck him harder. (More to come—including the return of the Blond Boy and his Daddy.) The Original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 1, 2022 -
Cleveland—April, 2022 (The night in the dungeon wing of the bathhouse continues from the previous entry.) There are now two asses, side by side, in the glory hole wall. I fuck each of them—not for as long as I would like, as the holes are low in the wall for my long legs. I do awkward knees bends as I rail each man. But from the groans on the other side of the partition, they love getting fucked by an anonymous big cock. I find my friend Bob hanging around the sling we didn’t use before. He hops into it, with very little encouragement. His hole is wetter now. I don’t ask if he has a load, but just enjoy it. A late 30-ish young man watches and strokes. I offer him a chance to fuck Bob. “I’d rather get fucked.” “You need to feel this cock,” Bob tells him as he willingly gets out of the sling. We both get the young man into the stirrups. I eat his fresh, unfucked hole. Bob leans down and sucks the guy’s cock. I get his ass as wet as I can make it, squeezing out extra lube on my dick as I do it. I stand and poke into his spit wet pucker. He groans, does a popper hit and I slide home. Bob bends to suck him again. It’s fun to see his handsome face filled with dick while I fuck. The young guy is moaning—and telling me how good it all feels. It can’t last. We make the kid blow a load that seems to go on forever. Bob swallows and swallows. With a gesture, he offers to snowball to it to the young man, but that is too kinky. Instead the kid lays there, eyes on us, as Bob shares it, in a deep kiss, with me… * I do a tour. I find Cowboy Boots on a regular wooden bench in the old play area. I slide into him. Easily. It’s a loud fuck as the joints of the bench squeak as I rock into him. His ass is super wet and makes a delicious squelching sound. It’s loud enough to draw a crowd of four or five. But no one wants to take over from me. As he gets up, Cowboy Boots asks “Do you have my number?” I nod. “Text me about IML—I have a question for you.” We leave it there as we both go off for our next man… * I go back to the new wing. On the padded bench that swings, the cute Blond is getting railed by his Daddy. I watch over to the side. They have both seen me arrive. The kid grins and Daddy nods at me. Daddy pulls out. I wait to be asked. Instead Blond Boy gets off the bench, and with a grin to his Daddy, grabs my hand. He pulls me to the platform behind the swing. It is a performance space for the porn stars later tonight. Nothing is on it but a long, flat padded bench. The kid tells me to lie down. I do. His Daddy, who is sitting on the swing, is watching us intently. Blond Boy crawls between my splayed legs. He begins to hungrily suck my cock. He’s good—I hadn’t had this hole before. He has been well trained. Or he’s a natural. He leaves my cock very wet. “Fuck me,” he murmurs. He squirms around so his ass is pointed to the back wall. I want Daddy to see more of the fuck. I tell him to turn 90 degrees. I spit on his hole and my cock slides all the way in with one stroke. Blond Boy is very wet now. I fuck him hard. Daddy strokes openly to me using his boy. Other men stop and watch, too. “Can I ride you?” the kid asks, breathlessly as I pump into him. I nod. I pull out and sit on the downstage edge of the bench. He stands in front of me and, with his feet still on the platform, sits on my cock. With ease now—my dick fits his hole perfectly. He bounces and strokes his dick for the men standing below. When his legs tire, he stands up and cleans my dick of his ass juice with a loud slurping sound. “I want to eat your butt.” I lie down. “Sit on my face for a bit—and then, whenever you want, ride my cock.” His eyes light up. “Yes, SIR.” He sits. We are profile to the audience—so they can see my raging dick and the boy squirming on my tongue as I eat him out. He is so open now—every tonguing goes really deep. His ass jizz is copious and oozes out and into my mouth. He pulls his ass off my face, scuttles down the length of me and then sits on my cock. He is facing away from me. I have a terrific view of my cock going into his perfectly round ass. I turn to look at Daddy. He sees me look and gives me a thumbs-up sign. “Ride him hard, boy.” The kid pumps onto me even harder. He stops and gets off me. He steps up onto the bench—and is astride my stomach. He slowly sits, grabbing my cock and guiding it into his ass. He rides me. I can’t see my dick in him anymore, but I can see his handsome face contort with the effort of the fuck. He is jerking his cock as he rides me. “I’m gonna shoot,” he announces to the room. And he does. It’s not a big load. But it totally wipes him out. He spasms and writhes as the few drops splatter my chest. I wonder how many loads he must have shot this weekend?—or even tonight? I deliberately mop up his cum droplets with my left hand and lick my fingers clean. His jizz is incredibly sweet. He leans down and gives me a peck. Fully recovered, he jumps off me and then the platform and, arm in arm with Daddy, he goes home to bed… * The pornsters are now performing on our bench. I don’t recognize any of them—and they seem really young. I find the elfin man on the steps behind the dark room. He is getting fucked by a very dark skinned man. I watch at a distance while he is railed—and then how he nicely cleans the dick that fucked him. I move in. “Want some more?” He just turns and I slide into the ass the man just left. He feels very warm. A load? I just fuck—and let him clean me off, too. We chat a little about his CLAW experience. I’m beginning to think I was stupid in not loading Blond Boy. It’s getting late. The porn guys take a break. I move back towards the platform. A familiar looking man, late 30’s and a furry dark blond chest is rocking his leather. His partner, very Italianate, tatted and slightly older is obviously looking for cock. I place the leather guy as a contestant in the Great Lakes leather scene. I move closer—and he goes down on me. A Black kid slides into the ass of the tattooed Italian. When my cocksucker comes up for air he tells me, his friend is a retired porn star. He tells me his porn name. I recognize it. (I don’t use it here as I didn’t have a chance to ask his permission.) I nod and force his head back down on my cock. “Get it good and wet, I want to be the next one up your friend’s ass.” I start taking charge in his mouth. I watch the Black kid fuck—or try to fuck—he’s having erection issues. He begins to rim Tatted Italian and that does the trick—he is hard in no time. Someone else is sucking on my cock sucker’s cock. We are a nice mass of five intertwined bodies on the corner of the stage. The Black kid finally pulls out. He doesn’t want to cum. My cocksucker shows my cock to his bud. Tatted Italian crawls over to suck me. He is hungry enough—but you know he wants it more in his ass. Without any prompt from me, he swivels around, taking the Leather Guy into his mouth and presenting his ass to me. I rim briefly—but am so ready to fuck. I slide in. I am greeted by a ripple of deep muscle ass. Yup, this is the butt I’ll breed. I begin pumping into him. The two friends pass poppers back and forth I am there. No, not quite. I fuck some more, pull out and taste his hole. Perfect. I push into him again and shoot rope after rope of cum into his hot ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All 2--Fucking to Shoot (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 3, 2022
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Max pulled over and parked his 1992 dodge spirit, killing the engine but hesitating to open the door. As if glued to the driver’s seat, he silently debated whether to stay or go home, while gripping the wheel and biting his lower lip. Staring out his windshield, he was surprised to see what looked like a normal brick office building, with no obvious markings or signs on the business to show what it was. He double checked the address in the text message from his dealer, Tony, just to be sure, before holding his breath, grabbing his duffle bag and hoping out of the car. The heavy wood door creaked ominously when Max pulled it open and stepped inside the warm alcove. He shivered, glad to be out of the cold February night, but still uncertain about what he was getting into. Realizing the door to the rest of the club was locked, he stepped up to a plexi-glass window and rang the small bell, which prompted a very tall, muscular, bearded guy in his 30’s to appear from a door on the other side of the glass. The hunky clerk, “Jax” according to the name tag pinned to his tight t-shirt, made Max worry even more about what he was getting himself into. “What’s up bro?” Jax’s voice crackled through the small speaker next to the window. “I need to see your ID and cash and do you want a locker or room?” “Um, I’m ‘Max Rider,’” Max said, eliciting a blank look from the clerk. “I think you’re expecting me.” Again, the man looked miffed, and max began to worry that maybe this was a joke or perhaps the massive man was expecting someone more cocky. Here he’d been freaking out over whether or not he could strip for guys, it never crossed his mind that they might not like him. Standing straight up to his full 5’11” height, yet still at least 6 inches short of the other man, Max flashed a fake smile and tried to sound like he wasn’t a nervous school kid. “I’m the entertainment for Dave’s party.” “Oh! You’re here for the strip and jerk show!” Jax eyed Max as far down as the window would allow. “You are definitely hotter than the last dude they hired. Go ahead and come in and I’ll introduce you to Dave and take you to where you can set up.” Jax buzzed Max through the door and into the heart of the bath house. Motioning for the boy to follow, Jax strode nonchalantly down a maze of small dark hallways, filled with numbered doors, past half a dozen men wearing nothing but towels or less. Max would have run for it if he thought there was any chance he’d find the exit. Instead he kept his eyes on Jax’s broad shoulders in front of him as they descended a staircase into the pitch black basement. “This is your room for the night,” Jax unlocked a black door with the number 25 on it, revealing a small bedroom-type set-up with a twin bed, footlocker, flat-screen tv playing gay porn, and mirrors on two of the walls from floor to ceiling. “hang here for a second and I’ll let Dave know you’re here.” Max stood awkwardly in the center of the small room while he waited for Jax to come back, and he wished he’d had the forethought to hit his pipe before he came inside. “Dave just got here a little while ago and is still setting up, but you can get changed while we wait,” Jax reappeared, holding a couple towels, some Gatorades and some body-oil.”…unless you are wearing that for the show.” Max looked down at his hoodie, jeans and ratty sneaks, wishing he could get away with wearing them instead of what filled his duffle. Tony let him borrow some costumey outfits on his way here, and he dreaded the thought of a bunch of queers getting their rocks off watching him in them. He started to sweat when he realized they were paying to see a lot more than that. Noticing how pale the teen looked, Jax got him a gatorade and asked how he got the gig. “I dunno man, it just fell in my lap I guess,” Max sat on the bed and chugged from the bottle as he recalled how he ended up there. “I was hanging with my de-, um my bud, and I owed him some green but I am broke cause of school and my transmission busting and shit. I have been dancing at a club downtown on ladies night and the tips are awesome, so I told him he could have his cash next week but he said he could set me up to do a private gig for twice what I get at the club. I figured he meant a bachelorette party or some shit like that. I never would have agreed if I knew it was for a bunch of dude, but I am too broke to say no.” ”I feel ya dude,” Jax closed the door and sat on the other end of the bed, smiling at the sight of the kid downing the drink laced with ghb. “Why do you think I work here on weekends, on top of my 9 to 5 job? This gig allows me some spare change for recreational purposes. Otherwise I’d be a fucking nun, staying in nights and never getting any pussy.” “That sucks bro,” Max was relaxing noticeably, from both the g and the conversation. Hearing Jax mention pussy made his more at ease, not understanding that Jax wasn’t referring to girls. Assuming his new friend was straight like him, Max stood up, kicked off his shoes, and tossed off his hoodie revealing just how low his jeans were sagging. There were 3 or more inches from the top of the pants up to the white waist band of his calvin klein boxer-briefs, which sat just below a sleeveless t-shirt showing off his buff arms. Jax oogled the teen beefcake as he began searching the duffle for something to wear. “I can’t imagine being stuck here with a bunch of pervy homos trying to mack on your ass all the time. I could barely convince myself to do this one night!” “It’s not so bad Max” Jax tried to contain himself as the kid pulled out various skimpy costumes and a couple pairs of thongs and jocks. “The money is good and tax free, plus I occasionally make a little extra by letting a dude blow me or jerk me off. I bet you could double your take if you tried it.” “I ain’t a fag,” Max stopped sorting the gear from his bag and gave Jax a very serious look. Jax almost burst out laughing at the sight of the young man denouncing gays while standing in a gay bath house, laying out tear away clothing, wearing only his sleeveless tee, boxer-briefs, and sagging jeans. “If you wanna do some gay shit, that’s your business, but I’m only here cause Tony will kill me if I don’t come back with what I owe him.” “That’s cool, just telling you what some of the guys might offer,” Jax replied, defusing the tension by picking up a shiny green g-string and twirling it around his finger. “Especially when you swish around in this pretty pair of panties.” “Fuck that shit,” Max said, joining the laughter. “I might have to get naked for these queens but I’m not doing a drag show first. I better hide all the girly shit from Dave when he tells me which one I should wear.” As Max returned the green g-string and some equally frilly gear to the duffle, he accidentally knocked a small cloth bag out, which spilled open on the bed. “You know you’re not supposed to bring that in here, right?” Jax picked up the pipe and bag of crystals that had escaped from the cloth sack and gave his best fake-mad stare. “Shit man, that’s not mine, it must have been in with the outfits!” Max went ghostly white and stammered excuses before Jax finally laughed and handed them back to the terrified teen. “I’m just fucking with ya Max.” Jax slapped him on the back and ruffled his hair, but Max stayed stiff and silent. “I told you I work here to pay for recreation, which is my discreet way of saying I enjoy partying sometimes too. Just make sure to keep that someplace outta sight and only smoke in here or another private room, cause not everyone is as understanding as I am.” You got it Jax. I’ll be super sneaky I swear man.” Max promised while the color returned to his cheeks. He went to put the pipe back in its bag, but stopped short. “You sure it is cool if I smoke in here? I could really use a pick me up before I meet this Dave guy.” “If you are down, I’d love to match bowls real quick.” Jax reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own pipe, and the two men quickly loaded two large bowls. Simultaneously, Max and Jax lit their lighters and melted the tina in their pipes, sucking in smoke and blowing out huge clouds. Jax insisted Max try his supply, so they took turns on each pipe, and before long, each man was high as a kite. “That’s good shit,” Max complimented his smoking-partner’s stash while they packed away the paraphernalia. “But now I’m fucking sweaty as fuck. Wish I could shower before I get into one of these get-ups.” Jax explained that was no problem as long as Max understood that he’d have to undress here, and take his towel with him to the communal showers, which caused Max to hesitate. Jax assured him he wouldn’t get raped, and told him where the least used showers were, but Max wouldn’t go until Jax gave in and allowed Max to bend the rules and where his boxer briefs. With that, Max stripped off his shirt, revealing his firm pecs, tight abs, and smooth skin except for a fine blonde treasure trail. The jeans were next, and Jax was happy to see his muscular thighs and calves were also covered in blonde hair. Tossing the towel over his shoulder and sliding the room key onto his wrist with the convenient elastic band, the teen stud followed Jax to the showers before the clerk left him to retrieve more Gatorade and check that the other employees were holding down the fort while he played tour guide to the hired meat. Taking the shower in the furthest corner from the entrance allowed Max some privacy from guys walking by, but he did end up sharing the shower with another guest before he had a chance to finish. Carefully turned into the corner, Max tried not to show any interest in his shower-mate, but couldn’t help sneak a glance at the short buff latino’s uncut meat. Max was a big talker when it came to sex but he’d only been with three girls and never actually seen a dick other than his own and his two best friends when they used to go skinny dipping. Even during his years on various sports teams, Max always had separate showers and private changing stalls in his school locker rooms. The temptation proved too great once the man closed his eyes to soap his face, and Max took a good long look at the foreign entity between the other man’s legs. His face went scarlet when he looked up from the thick dark cock and caught the smile on the face of its owner. Rinsing off faster than anyone ever before him, Max was dashing out of the showers in under a minute, trying not to fall as he dripped water all the way back to his room. “You could have dried off there you know.” Jax was waiting at the door to the room with more drinks and a tv remote so he could change the porn to the only straight option they played. “Sorry bro,” Max let them in and focused on drying off, not noticing Jax, facing the tv, but using the mirrors to check out the boy’s silhouetted dick and ass through the wet, transparent undies. He feigned trouble with the remote to cover his glances as the damp calvins dropped to the concrete floor, giving Jax an eye full of Max’s soft 4 inch cut dick, small blonde pube patch, and lowhanging naturally smooth balls. Max turned and bent down over the duffle to pull out some clean underwear, exposing his round, firm butt covered in the lightest dusting of peach fuzz, which made Jax stiffen in his sweat shorts. Luckily he was wearing his best jock, so he knew he could keep it under wraps unless he reached his full 8 ½ inches, which might have happened if Max hadn’t broken the trance by sliding a pair of black briefs over his naughty bits. The two guys proceeded to smoke another bowl as Max downed a second Gatorade laced with g, while a big-breasted brunette took on five guys on the tv screen. Jax was considering slipping a larger dose into the drink and raping the boy then and there, when a knock interrupted his fantasizing. Max asked who it was, and Dave responded “the guy with your money,” causing Max to jump up and let him in. With the amount he was being paid, Max expected a fat troll. Instead a 6’ tall handsome, muscular but not too defined, fuzzy Italian man with black hair in his forties walked in, causing Max to wonder why such a normal, even attractive, man would want to pay a guy to strip and jerk off for him. Jax left the two of them to finalize the plans for the performance, heading off down the hall and into a room marked ‘employees only.’ “Wow, Tony wasn’t exaggerating,” Dave said as he unashamedly walked a circle around Max and scoped out every inch of what he was buying. “It is almost too bad you have to get dressed before the show, because those briefs are getting me hard. Oh well. Speaking of which, what did you bring to wear?” “I laid out a bunch of the stuff Tony leant me,” Max volunteered. His manner was much more relaxed now, with no shame about showing Dave what he had. Dave knew this was probably due to the ghb and tina he’d instructed Jax to give the boy, but Max just figured he was comfy with Dave because he was a masculine, average joe-type. He pointed out uniforms for a cop, fireman and boy scout, as well as some mix-and-match gear which could be used to make him look like a construction worker or leather-enthusiast. Dave was unimpressed with most of it, so he dumped out the duffle bag on the bed, mixing the costumes with Max’s stuff. “Holy shit boy,” dave exclaimed as he pulled a wrestling singlet, pads and jockstrap out of the pile. “Why were you hiding this?” “That’s not a costume, that’s my wrestling uniform for school. I forgot it was in the bag when I grabbed it to take to Tony’s.” Max said, oblivious to the idea that someone might be interested in seeing his buff, tight body wrapped in skin tight green and black spandex. “That’s the one! Just wear one of Tony’s jockstraps instead of your usual one. No one will be able to see your cock through an athletic cup.” Dave handed Max the singlet, helmet, pads, shoes, jock and an envelope with half of his payment for the evening. “You have thirty minutes to get your cock fluffed, get dressed and meet me at the stairs to head up to the tv room where you’ll be performing. Once you get on stage you can do up to a fifteen minute strip show, but no less than ten. Then you’ll be groping jerking and fingering for the rest of the 30 minutes. If you can oil yourself up as you strip that would be great, or you can let one of the audience do it for you. You will get the rest of the money once you have shot your load. There will be a few guys who would toss you a few extra hundreds if you shoot in their mouth, on their face or chest or let them touch you when you jizz. You need any Viagra or a cock ring or anything to help keep your cock up?” “Um, I don’t think so.” Max began to worry again. No one had warned him about the restrictions, and it wasn’t even a possibility until that second that he might not be able to get it up. “Maybe I’ll take the Viagra, just in case.” “Good idea,” Dave chuckled and pulled his towel off. Underneath was the tiniest pair of blue athletic shorts with white piping, known to man. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out a little blue pill, a leather cock ring with silver snaps, and a bottle of lube. “Take this now, then go do a quick enema to make sure your asshole is clean. There is plastic tubing and water spigots in the stalls by the showers. Then come back here, get your dick hard, and put on the cock ring. Once it is on, your dick will get soft but not smaller. Then hop in that singlet and I’ll see you by the stairs.” Max didn’t have time to ask why he needed the enema before Dave was out the door, but he often administered one before a match to get down a weight class, so he knew what to do. Popping the pill and sliding his briefs back on, he made his way back to the shower area and spotted the stalls. There were a lot more guys around the bath house now than when he arrived, but Max was on a mission, so he didn’t stop to wonder about it. After he was sure he was clean inside and out, he headed back to the room, squirted a generous amount of lube onto both palms and plopped down on the mattress to get his dick up. The video had progressed to a scene where a petite asian girl was being gang banged by 8 hung white and black men, with dicks in every hole, and sometimes two in a single hole. Max’s cock went from flaccid to fully erect in no time, achieving its full 7 and a half inch glory. As the asian slut begged for more cock in her ass and pussy, curiosity got the best of Max, and his right middle finger slid slowly into his virgin crack, teasing his asshole as it had on the rare night when he felt particularly horny. The last time it happened, Max was jerking off at home after a party where his girlfriend had spent the whole night grinding against his cock through his khakis. He’d had a few too many by the end of the evening, and there in his bed he couldn’t quite get hard enough to cum. One teasing finger slowly penetrated his sphincter that night in the dark. It was joined shortly by a second finger, thrusting just deep enough to hit his prostate and blast a huge load all over his chin, neck and chest. Every time he’d played down there he vowed never again, and every time he went a little further. As he remembered the euphoric feeling of the last orgasm, his lubed finger punctured the tight hole, eliciting a drop of pre-cum out of his pisshole. The clock next to the tv caught his eye causing him to pull the finger out since he only had five minutes until he had to be on stage. Carefully gathering his hard dick and big balls in one hand, he snapped on the cock ring and quickly admired how big it made his dick look in the mirror. All his practice getting into uniform after weigh-ins payed off as he shimmied into a black jock strap with a white, semi-transparent pouch, followed by his singlet, knee pads, elbow pads, shoes, and helmet. He almost forgot the lube and oil, but slid them into his elbow pad before grabbing the key and towel and dashing to the stairs. “Right on time.” Dave said, now wearing only a leather cock ring, leather vest and boots. They began up the stairs, as the sound of excited men’s chatter grew louder. “The gang’s all here. I know Tony told you ten to twelve guys, but once I sent out the link with your body pics from the club downtown, we had some added interest. I’ll throw in an extra $500, cool? “Yeah man, whatever.” Max felt like he was floating, rushing and calm all at once, just like before a wrestling match, only better. The crowd noise sounded just like the fans during a meet, tricking his brain and making him forget to hold his towel in front of the obscene bulge in his singlet. “Just tell me where to go and I’m ready.” “I can tell,” Dave said as they turned a corner and stopped in front of a curtain. He reached out and rubbed Max’s muscles just like his coach at school before a match, with a few added strokes along the outline of his cock. “Once you hear your name announced, pull the curtain, hop up on the platform and get going. Do some poses, maybe a wrestling stance or two, then show us what you can do. You’ll get better tips if you go out into the audience a little, but don’t stay out there. They’ll never let you go. ” Dave stepped into the room beyond the curtain, and Max was left alone in the hallway. One last thought of running came to mind, but then a voice came over the speaker and asked the crowd to give it up for wrestling champ Max Rider. The cheer that went up was gigantic, and Max forgot all about running. Rushing through the curtain, he took two long strides and jumped up onto the stage. Max was caught off guard by the fact that it ran the length of the entire room, about 30 feet, but was only 4 feet deep. The wall behind him was mirrored head to toe, with six huge flat screen suspended above, all showing Max from a different angle. The music blasted as the crowd began hooting and hollering. The spotlight in the corner effectively left max blind, but he was sure there had to be at least 40 guys there just based on the shadows and voices he could make out. Ignoring his anxiety, he began by flexing his arms, chest, legs and butt. Once he’d gotten some significant applause, he got down into a wrestling pose and did a take down on the pole located at the far end of the stage. Hearing the guys whistle and clap seemed to make Max excited, in all senses of the word. His cock was about ¾ hard the entire time and working its way to full steam. After tossing in some tumbling and a handstand transforming into walking on his hands, he was running out of moves. Looking up at the tv over his head, Max was relieved to see they had a timer in the corner for how long he’d been up there, which just hit 7 minutes as he watched. “Enough stalling stud! Take it off!” came from the gallery. Do or die time. Max started by peeling away the shoulder straps of his singlet, followed by the helmet and elbow pads. He kept the knee pads on and did a running slide on them to the opposite side of the stage. The next five minutes were some of the most terrifying and thrilling of Max’s life. Once he got the singlet to his waist, he grabbed the oil and hopped into the front row and asked who wanted to oil his chest. The winner was a 20-something thin guy who had a gigantic dick and kept trying to get Max to touch it as he oiled his chest. Another audience member got excited and hoped up and did his shoulders and back, leading to a third guy reaching out, grabbing the singlet, and taking it down to Max’s ankles in one foul swoop. This was too much, so max hopped back on the stage and finished his legs himself. Somewhere in his mind he knew he wasn’t totally in control, and it was only reinforced when Dave climbed up next to him and insisted he be the one to oil up Max’s ass, and max didn’t argue. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” Dave ordered. Max did as he was told and felt as two large, rough Italian hands spread the oil up the back of his thighs, over his cheeks and into his ass crack. He tried to stand up, but Dave pushed him back to a bent position, then spread his ass and oiled the crack for at least a minute, teasing and pressing against the hole. His finger might have gone in if Max hadn’t regained his senses and pulled Dave’s leg out, getting him in a wrestling hold. The audience loved it, and apparently so did Max’s cock, as it was stone hard and dripping. “I’ll give you an extra hundred if you let me peel the jock off with my teeth,” Dave whispered so only Max could hear it. Max released Dave from the hold and stood up, nodding yes. Dave took his sweet time, running his scruffy cheek and lips over the jock before biting the waist band, and slowly dragging it down over the thick pink boy dick. Once the cock head cleared the elastic, it sprang up, flinging a string of precum into the audience. Somehow the teen wrestler with the pulsing pink dick, wearing only knee pads, wrestling shoes and a cock ring got the entire crowd to shut up. Max closed his eyes and began to rub his hands over his chest and abs. Once they were good and oily, he slowly reached down and began to work his dick and balls. As he got closer to cumming, the noise got louder. By the time his half hour was ending, he was still not quite there. A thought came to him and he jumped on it before he realized what he was doing. He turned around, dropped to his knees and spread his legs as far as he could, leaning his face against the mirror. Reaching back he slid one finger down the crack of his ass, circled the hole twice, then rammed it all the way in. He had only seconds until his load would come charging out, but with no other options, he simply threw his shoulders back until they hit the stage, with his head hanging off into the audience. Two strokes of his dick and one thrust of his finger and the explosion began, shooting over his body and into the first row of men. Groans and cheers surrounded him, many of his audience shooting their own load without Max ever knowing it. The next few minutes remain a haze in his memory, but Dave was proud to see the embarrassed straight boy lose himself in the moment, get up, wag his cock at the audience, collect his wrestling gear, and take a bow before rushing off to hide in his room. Back in the basement, Max was spinning faster than a tilt-a-whirl, half of his body tweaking from the tina, and half unable to move from the ghb. He answered a knock at the door to find a very happy Dave. “Fantastic show Max,” He pulled him into a hug, not caring about the sweat, oil, and cum all over Max’s chest. “Here’s the rest of the money plus a generous tip. You were the best I’ve ever seen! Any chance you’d consider doing more stuff for a lot more money?” “No way dude!” Max pulled away and grabbed his towel to cover his nudity and shame. “I can’t believe I did that stuff! I’m gonna shower, get dressed and go home.” “That’s fine. Too bad you can’t stick around though because a buddy of mine wanted to give you a t-shirt of tina as his tip. Room 30 if you change your mind.” Dave knew a new druggie when he saw one, and Tony told him how Max had gone from one purchase every few months to twice a week. He’d specifically given him more than he could possibly afford, knowing he’d be desperate for more and all too willing to exchange his virtue for some cash and crystal. “I…I’ll think about it man.” Max pushed Dave out of the room and disappeared to the showers, washing as fast as his ghb-ed brain could manage. Most of the men in the club were still upstairs so he managed to get clean and back to his room with only two guys making a grab for his cock and ass. When the door shut behind him, he whipped out his pipe and was horrified to see he had smoked most of his stash with Jax before the show. He took a couple big hits and decided to stop by Dave’s room just for the tina. He slid on his briefs and jeans, but couldn’t find his shirt. Knocking at the door, he could hear multiple voices talking in hushed tones. When it opened, Dave, Jax and another tall muscular man were inside, all stripped down to their underwear, including Jax, who had finished his shift. Dave, now in a leather jock with a tear away pouch, introduced Max to Sam, the third guy, who bore a striking resemblance to a wwe wrestler that Max couldn’t quite place. He was built buff and broad like Jax and Dave, but was smooth and had a small belly. Max thought the belly looked good on him, hot even, before remembering why he was there. “Of course Max, I have it right here.” Sam reached under a pillow on the be near him, which made Max notice that this room was much bigger than his, containing a weight bench, some sort of chair suspended from the ceiling and a queen size bed. “Wanna join us for a bowl?” “I guess.” Max was handed the clear glass pipe, but Sam lit the torch and cooked the bowl, forcing him to take a huge hit. He coughed and sputtered and Jax appeared next to him, guiding him to take a seat on the bed between he and Dave, who handed him a bottle of Gatorade to help with the choking. The liquid tasted a little funny, Max’s thought, but downed the entire bottle in a few minutes, while the pipe continued to make the rounds. At first Max was involved in the conversation, but soon found it hard to concentrate. Before he knew what was happening, he was agreeing to let Dave take some photos of him for some extra cash. Jax and Sam helped him to his feet and encouraged him to take off his jeans. He argued for a minute, but must have lost as Sam was sliding them down his legs. Jax had some sort of lightbulb moment and disappeared as Dave and Sam told Max where to sit or stand and what to do. Jax returned with some of the jocks and costume pieces from Max’s room, and helped Max to change into some of them for different shots. Max could hear a voice in his mind telling him this was gay and to run away from these fags, but it was so quiet and the guys were so commanding that Max couldn’t help but give in after every time he argued with them. Once they had shots of him in a bunch of different undies, Dave made a snide comment about how sad it was to see a young guy who couldn’t get it up.Max looked down to his crotch and realized he was soft. Embarrassed, he insisted he could get hard, he just needed a few minutes to jerk off with the porno. “Okay stud, here’s some lube and the tv is right over the bed there.” Dave directed Max’s drugged form to the bed and peeled away the last pair of undies, leaving him nude. “Take your time and get hard while I get some shots of Jax on the weights.” Watching the porn and laying down brought Max back some, allowing him to focus on working his pink dick and balls. In a few minutes he was almost fully hard, but couldn’t seem to get that last little push to full mast. Checking to make sure the other guys weren’t watching, he snuck his finger between his legs and poked at his hole. He worked it in to the second knuckle before he was interrupted. “Looks like Straight Max likes it up the ass,” Sam had turned around and was pointing out Max’s finger play to the others. “Nah man, I just don’t feel right,” Max interjected in his defense. “It’s like I am drunk or something.” “Oh damn, you must have gotten the Gatorade with the ghb be in it,” Jax postulated, knowing full well he had been feeding it to Max all night. The last bottle contained enough that Max was finally letting go, allowing for the next step in Dave’s plan. Max seemed worried but they assured him he’d be fine. “No wonder you need a little fingering to get it up man,” Sam sympathized. “but it’ll work faster if you do a little booty bump to get your ass warmed up.” “What’s that?” Max asked as Dave took a large crystal from the bag and placed it on the end of his lubed finger. “It’s just like smoking a bowl, but it will help get you horny.” Dave said, as Sam pulled Max’s legs open. “I’m gonna put it in this time cause you don’t know how and you might mess it up.” “Wait man, I don’t---UHHHN.” Max groaned as Dave replaced Max’s small finger with two of his thick meaty digits. Max tried to pull away, but Sam held him fast as Dave pushed the big rock as deep into his virgin ass as he could. With his free hand, Dave began stroking Max’s cock, ignoring Max’s feeble pleas for him to stop. A burning sensation deep in Max’s hole made him moan, which Jax decided to mute by taking off the white briefs he was wearing and shoving them in Max’s mouth. Much to his own disgust, the booty bump did the trick and Max was hard as a rock in minutes, leaking copious amounts of seminal fluid and suddenly hungry for another finger in his hole. Dave could see the fight fading out of Max’s eyes, and began working his fingers back and forth. The crystal had dissolved entirely by that point, and Max was primed for the cherry-popping. Jax pulled the briefs from max’s mouth and, as expected, he only moaned. The three men shared a look and a smile between them, acknowledging the rape they were about to commit. Sam released Max’s legs and moved to the end of the bed, where he set up a camera. Jax reached up to the head of the bed under a pillow and pulled out poppers, a butt plug, a huge bottle of lube, some adjustable cock rings and a cock pump. Dave stayed put, working Max’s hole, but releasing his cock to Jax who lubed it up and slid it into the cock pump. While their teen victim’s cock was pumped bigger than ever, Dave reached back and pulled at the snaps on the pouch containing his cock. Max could just barely see over the end of the bed when he raised his head, and began to squirm again once he saw the 9 inch uncut monster Dave was lubing up. “Don’t worry about that Max,” Dave leaned in and whispered to the stoned boy. “Sam’s got at least two inches on me. That’s why I am going before him.” Max jerked his head to where Sam was filming the action, and sure enough, stroking his 11” cut monster dick. The head alone was enough to split Max down the center, let alone the thick, veiny shaft. Max wanted desperately to push them off and make a run for it, but instead he got a shotgun hit of tina from Jax’s goateed mouth, followed by his first man-on-man kiss. His mind was screaming “disgusting,” but his body leaned into it and kissed back. “Fuck yeah, he’s ready.” Jax told Dave, who was coating his dick with tina-laced lube. Afraid for his life, Max tried with all his might to over-power the urge in his loins telling him to do it. It might have worked, except Dave simultaneously pulled his fingers from Max’s ass. “Don’t!” Max moaned, reaching out to try and stop Dave from depriving his hungry hole of something to fill it. “Put it back.” “Damn, this boy IS ready.” Sam said, laughing and moving in closer to get a good shot of Dave pulling Max to the end of the bed and putting Max’s legs up against his shoulders. “Give it to him Davey-boy.” “Don’t worry Maxwell, I’ve got something your ass will like even more.” Dave promised while working back his foreskin, pressing the head to the virgin hole, and leaning in. “FUCK!” Max screamed. His body shot back to almost total control, but Jax was prepared, holding Max down as one, two, three, six inches sank into his no-longer-virgin cunt. The men knew every boy’s first fuck was hard, and they were prepared to make sure this deflowering happened whether Max wanted it or not. “Take it out man! Jesus! Get off me you fucking faggot!” “You’ll regret that bitch,” Dave growled like an animal and started thrusting in and out, faster and deeper with each stroke. Within five strokes he was balls deep. Within fifteen strokes, he was up to a steady rhythm. By the 25th stroke, he was pounding Max like the whore he was meant to be. ‘No’s and cries for help were replaced with sobs, which turned to grunts, eventually becoming moans and whimpers, until Max was able to form words again. “Yeah. Fuck. That. Hole. Dave.” Max urged his rapist on. He felt guilt, shame and disgust at the core of his being. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized he was asking a man to fuck him like some two dollar prostitute. He also felt the most satisfying, complete physical sensation he’d ever known, like a constant orgasm, coming directly from where Dave’s cock head bottomed out in Max’s butt. “That’s right Max, you’re mine now. You’re nothing but a bottom bitch cumdump from now on. You’ll try to fight it after you leave tonight, but I guarantee you’ll be back in a week or two, pretending you haven’t spent every day dreaming about having me breed you again. Maybe you’ll even get a girlfriend to play house with, but she’ll just be keeping you busy until you have a man shooting inside you again.” Dave was now up on the bed, fucking Max so hard that his shoulders where next to his ears. Jax had to remove the cock pump because it was hitting Max in the face everytime Dave buried his dick balls deep in Max’s boyhole. “Open your eyes and look at me Maxwell. Good, now tell me you want me to cum in your ass. DO IT!” “Cum…Cum in my…” Max wanted it but admitting it out loud would take away the last straw of dignity he had. “Say it or I pull out right now and you’ll never have a dick inside you ever again,” Dave stopped his pounding and rammed his cock as deep as he could and held perfectly still waiting for an answer. Max was silent until Dave began to withdraw his massive meat, motivating Max to make the rightchoice. “Cum in my ass sir, please! I need you to cum in my ass right now!” Max screamed, reaching up to grab Dave’s hips and pull him back into the hole. “You asked for it.” Dave resumed pounding, kicking it up to top speed for the longest minute of Max’s life, a minute that Max wanted to continue forever. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. HERE I CUUUUUUMMMM!” Dave forced his dick a fraction of an inch deeper than the deepest he’d gone and flooded Max with two weeks of tina-filled cum. He tried to count how many pumps of sperm he unloaded in the sweet boy hole, but lost could around 18, which was somewhere near the middle. Once the last drip had worked its way out of his piss slit, he slowly retreated until only the head of his considerable cock remained lodged just inside Max.”Come take my place quick Jax.” Jax did as requested, hoping off the bed and sidling up as close as possible. Max moaned when Dave’s angry read cock head finally popped out, but settled down an instant later with Jax continuing where Dave left off. Dissatisfied with the position he was fucking his new toy, Jax thrust his muscular arms under Max’s shoulders and pulled his body up off the bed, fucking as they walked over to the weight bench, which was set on an incline. Once there, Jax spun Max’s legs until the boy was face down with his head downhill from his hole. Max lost track of time as he gave in to the bliss he felt with every thrust. He didn’t even object as Sam stuffed his mouth full of the giant dick that would eventually destroy his spermy, sloppy butt. “Here cums load number two. Take it Max!” Jax 8 ½ inches swelled and throbbed as he added another pint of baby batter to the straight cum receptacle he had schemed, drugged and abused. Jax knew at the moment of his orgasm that he had done the right thing. Max asked for more when Jax slid out with an audible pop, and then he remembered who was next in line. Dave was now working the camera as Jax jimmied the butt plug into max, and then helped him up and walked him over to the suspended chair the men called a “sling.” With Sam on his right and Jax on his left, they hoisted him into the leather contraption, and secured his arms and legs, before unplugging his ass. He was about to ask why they did that when Sam inserted 2/3rds of his massive meat into the boy in one thrust. Max screamed and passed out for a few minutes. When he awoke, Sam was all the way in, and Max was getting shotgun hits of tina from Jax and Dave. Max never did get used to the length and girth of the horse cock rearranging his organs, but he did beg for every inch of it when Sam got ready to shoot. There was no one left to fill Max after he received the third load, or so he thought. “Sam and I are headed to the shower, but we’re leaving the door open and Jax will be running the camera.” Dave told Max while force feeding him more ghb. “Sam stuffed another rock up your dirty hole, and it should kick in just in time for the news to spread that our straight stripper boy is open for loading. I expect you to have at least two more loads by the time I get back.” Max struggled against his bonds and begged for them not to do it as the g kicked in. They did it anyway.
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CLAW: The Bathhouse Warm-Up
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Cleveland—April, 2022 I made it into Cleveland easily. It was rather odd to be in a hotel again; even if it was not the host hotel, it was busy and full of people. I had decided my way back into CLAW was to stay somewhere else—and mingle as I felt motivated. I set up my room—and wrote a little. After dinner, I decided I really wanted to explore the bathhouse in town, not try to juggle the apps. I had not been to this one in several years. The pandemic was not the only excuse—but the last couple of CLAW’s I was just too busy elsewhere to go. Flex is huge—so I would only be in crowds if I wanted to be… I got there around 10pm. I ditch the clothes in the locker and take a tour to familiarize myself with the place again. I am dressed in a used, but clean-ish, jock, chaps and boots. My towel is slung over my shoulder. The wet area is on the same level as the locker room. Up a floor, I find the old play area/video room. There are more fuck benches and other assorted fuck furniture in it now. I go down the hall to what was once the CLAW wing of the bathhouse. The bathhouse has now set it up as its own garden of earthly delights with a dark area, gloryholes for dicks, a padded table, a glory hole wall for asses, a padded table that swings on chains and the usual couple of everyday slings on stands. And there is one other person milling around in the space—who is not interested in me at all. I walk a little more and find the tiny sling room in the middle of all the single rooms. There is a young man in it. He’s very good looking, his ebony skin shining in the spot light trained at the sling. I kneel and eat his ass. He strokes his sizable dick while I do it. I spit one last time on his hole and stand up. My cock pushes at his wet pucker. “Man, I’m only looking for guys to suck me.” I stop dead, shrug. In a sling? I go back to my tour. The sling in the old play area is now busy. A trim, hairy man around my age is getting fucked by a much younger guy. I stop and work on the bottom’s nipples. He groans and thanks me. The young guy fucking him is having trouble with his erection. He is squeezing the base of his cock as he pumps. He leans over to suck the bottom, making it hard to give him a good stroke. The bottom looks at my cock. “Let this guy have a turn.” The young man reluctantly agrees. He moves to the side, his hands on the bottoms nipples, as I go in. The bottom is instantly telling me how to fuck him. I want to cover his mouth with my hand, but I don’t. “I want you both in me at the same time.” The kid turns pale, but gamely says ‘yes.’ I lead them towards the padded bench in the new area. The kid looks at all the chains and gloryholes---and all but runs out of the room… * “Fuck, that feels good.” I have found a fuck bud in the sling in the old play area. I am balls deep in Cowboy Boots. He knows how to work his ass to give me a great fuck. My hand grazes his nipples as I fuck into him. “Have you seen the new space?” I ask. He hasn’t. We go there to fuck—and to see if we can draw people in. He hops into one of the slings. There are more people back here now. We even get a couple to watch and stroke. One, a young lanky Black guy, is especially turned on. He watches my cock split into Cowboy Boots. When I pull out, he gasps. “I want that.” “In the sling?” “I need to sit on it.” Cowboy Boots gives me a thumbs-up to go with the young man. We go to the padded bench. I lie down. He unrolls a Magnum on my dick. I lube it up. He unrolls one on his dick, too. Then he settles down on me. He sighs, pauses and begins to ride and stroke. In no time he fills that condom with his own seed… * Later. I find a hot looking ass on a table in the old, dark play space. The only light in this dark area falls on the ass crack of the man on all fours. I caress those cheeks and figure out that it is Cowboy Boots. I slip into him again and fuck. The bench squeaks in rhythm with me. This attracts guys. They stroke. But I can’t get anyone to take a turn up his ass. I smack his butt—letting the sound ring in this dark area. CB tightens down on me and I continue to plow… * I wander the warren of single rooms. One door is open which does not have a man on all fours. He is young, handsome and has a killer smile. His black skin looks even darker as he reclines on the white sheet. “Come in,” he gestures. He sits up and in moments is giving me exquisite head. He does my shaft, my balls and back again. He loves when I fuck his face. He pulls off me to catch his breath. The gym and his hard work have given him a magnificent chest. And killer abs. His cock, a good seven incher, is rock hard. I think that’s it. And reach for my water bottle. I’m wrong. “I love your cock. Will you fuck me?” He flips over. His bubble butt is perfectly formed. I go to my knees. He moans into the tiny pillow as my tongue connects with his tight pucker… More to come... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: The Bathhouse Warm-Up (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 26, 2022 -
CLAW: Getting Off at the Bathhouse
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Cleveland—April, 2022 (Picking up where we left off in the last post…) One door is open which does not have a man on all fours. He is young, handsome and has a killer smile. His black skin looks even darker as he reclines on the white sheet. “Come in,” he gestures. He sits up and in moments is giving me exquisite head. He does my shaft, my balls and back again. He loves when I fuck his face. He pulls off me to catch his breath. The gym and his hard work have given him a magnificent chest. And killer abs. His cock, a good seven incher, is rock hard. I think that’s it. And reach for my water bottle. I’m wrong. “I love your cock. Will you fuck me?” He flips over. His bubble butt is perfectly formed. I go to my knees. He moans into the tiny pillow as my tongue connects with his tight pucker. My tongue is suddenly as hard as my cock. I push it into him. Again and again. The young man groans—and begins to pant. I go back to licking his entire ass crack, but always coming back to work more on his hole. “Please, you gotta fuck me!” I keep rimming. His hole is incredibly wet now, thanks to me. Eventually, I stand up and slap my dick on his ass. “You want me raw?” He nods. My angry red cock head disappears into his black hole. He literally holds his breath until I am in place. Only once he feels my pubes grind into his ass cheeks he let his breath out. “Fuck me. The harder the better.” I build up to it. Slowly and deliberately. I build the speed now. Soon I am fucking him full force. He grabs the pillow again and uses it to cushion his head being thumped against the wall. His cock is always rock hard. And leaking. My fingers swipes up some of his pre cum. I noisily suck them clean—so he knows just what I’m doing. “Flip over. I want to see your face as I fuck.” I pull out and he rolls to his back. He grins up at me, still panting. “I love your dick.” I go to my knees and eat him again. His hole is super wet—a heady mix of pre cum, saliva and ass jizz. I slurp loudly as he strokes his cock. “Eat me…that’s so hot…” he moans. I move up from his ass to his mouth for a kiss. He welcomes me. His tongue is swabbing my mouth, relishing the taste of his fucked hole. We exchange a lot of spit. Without breaking the kiss, my cock is able to enter him. I fuck him slowly again. He breaks our lip lock to do a hit of poppers. He caps the bottle and in moments he is flying—from the fuck, from the fumes, from the heat of our kiss. I speed up the pace. Could I really cum this early in the night? “Can I ride your cock?” His question takes any thought of orgasm away. I pump him a few more times—loving the look on his face. Especially how his eyes roll up when I am giving it to him hard and fast. I slow. I pull out and help him up. “Lie down, I want to sit on you.” I do. It will be tight on a narrow bathhouse bed. I re-lube my dick. He stands astride me. I love looking up at his chiseled musculature. Such a fuckin’ treat. He settles down on my dick. His aim is perfect. It can’t be a very comfortable position with one foot on the bed and now one foot on the floor. But he is riding me, just as he wanted. He opens the poppers and takes a hit. He begins slamming down on my cock, moaning and speaking in words that are gibberish—but that I can tell are pure pleasure. Over and over he bounces. Our bodies are wet enough to make a sticky slapping sound with each bounce. And then he’s lurching towards the wall. I am just able to catch him. The poppers have made him dizzy. I get him down on the bed and stay long to make sure he’s fine. He’s all apologetic—but I shush him—and close the door… * I go to the dark area in the new sex wing. There is just enough light from the doorway to see a muscular butt in the air. A short, hairy man is fucking it. He has to stand on his toes to reach it—but he obviously loves what he’s feeling. The top pulls out and gestures for me to do the guy. I fuck him hard. The bottom gasps at the difference in dick size. He begins moaning and I hear the poppers open. I fuck a bit more and gesture back to the shorter man to resume. He does—with harder strokes now. I wonder if he’s going to seed him for me. We switch again. There may not be cum in his hole, but the top must have been leaking like crazy. It is now a very wet fuck. The other top watches me intently. Then he taps me on the hip. “I’m going to shoot…” I pull out and the short top gets inside him just in time. He shudders and gives the hot ass what has to be a big load. I clean the top’s cock when he pulls out and dive in for a quick felch before fucking in the slick cum. I only stop when the bottom needs to move as his legs are cramping. I step out of the dark room and see Cowboy Boots. He comes over, commenting on the dollops of cum stuck to my dick. “Let me fuck it into you.” He lies on the padded swinging bench, grabbing his legs around his knees, holding them in place. I slip into his well used ass. I love how the bench moves with my fuck movement. Soon, I can stand still and let the swing of the bench do the work of pulling him off me before slamming Cowboy Boots back onto my cock. Again and again his open, wet hole takes all of me… * It’s late. I need to get off. I tour the various areas. On a whim, I check the room of the hot young boy. His door is closed. I sigh—but there he is walking towards me. We hug. He’s feeling fine after his over use of poppers. “Would you like my load?” I whisper in his ear. He grins and unlocks his room. “How do you want me?” “How do you want to get bred?” “All fours—I feel so slutty that way.” He assumes the position. I kneel and spend a long time rimming him. I am sure he’s had someone else in his ass since me—and I love that idea. My dick is telling me it wants release with each lick of his wet hole. I rear up. My cock finds his ass and presses in. He yelps—but in a good way. I am now pounding into him. I try to slow down, but it’s a lost cause. My cock spurts again and again—while he whimpers his pleasure… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: Getting Off at the Bathhouse (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 27.2022 -
Hey I'm coming down In a couple days but since it's mostly for a cruise, I completely forgot to book hotels and have no idea what my options can be for the 2 and 3rd or when the ship gets back for FLL pride. The USD-CAD exchange is killing me 😥 I don't want to lose all my money on hotels before pride. Any recommendations on what to do? -
One of the precepts of social protocol at the Baths is that it’s best NOT ask about Status. Yes, you may be asked to put on a Condom, but rarely will you be asked if you're POZ or NEG. It's generally assumed, erroneously so, that POZ guys will either seek out other POZ guys or do without. Case in point: I invited two hot Latino Boys to my room. They were Lovers, and had never done a three-way before. We started off sixty-nining, and the older one whispered that he'd love to see me fuck his BF. The BF in question was maybe five years younger, early twenties, slender, and really cute. I was all about tagging his Ass, so I mounted the Cunt. Just as I was about to slide in, he said, "Wait! Put on a Condom!" I tried to hide my vexation, and thought I could start with a Condom and slip it off later. But once I had the Rubber in place, the Kid changed his mind, and wouldn't let me fuck him at all. Frustrated, I made myself clear. "OK. I'm gonna to lie back and close my eyes. Either one of you climbs on my Dick, or there’s the door." The Older One eased his Cunt down on my rubber-coated Shaft. Though the Latex cut the sensation, he made a valiant effort, rocking back and forth on my Rod, as his nervous Lover looked on. While the Kid was distracted unscrewing his Poppers, the Boyfriend slipped off the Condom and pressed it into my palm. NOW THAT WAS MORE LIKE IT! I could feel his slimey Pussy milkin' my Death Stick. He whispered in my ear, "Bareback is Better!" and he didn’t know how right he was. We switched positions so that I was on Top fucking him Doggy style, and he leaned forward and whispered to his young Paramour that it was cool cause we were doing safe sex. The Youngster was getting fucked up on his Poppers, so he was slow to react when I pulled out of his Lover and plunged into him. Between his high from the Poppers and the exhortations of his Lover, he was more amenable to getting fucked than before. He made a few futile attempts to see if I was still sheathed; but his quick-witted Lover arrested his hand, assuring him I was okay. It didn't take long for the older Dude to shoot all over us, and my own Balls were tingling. I didn't let on as I began to spasm and spurt, so the Youth didn't have a clue I was breeding his Ass. To top it all off, I made a great show of toying with the discarded Rubber, like I was rolling it off. As they left, the Senior blew me a kiss. In response I ran my hand over his departing Butt. My lone regret was that I had only one LOAD to share between the two of them, and I hadn't bred the Elder, too.- 4 replies
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"Squat on his face - make him eat your hole," I directed Trent. The boy-turned beast happily complied, straddling Ben's body with his leather boots and doing a deep squat until his asslips made contact with Ben's mouth. A gutteral moan vibrated through Ben's whole body. He shifted slightly (as much as was possible in his position) to get a better angle at Trent's musclehole. Trent just grinned and said, "Mmmmmmm- - - nice. Eat it Daddy!" His heavy stretched balls draped over Ben's chin, and his meat continued to fill out until i could see a thick, long vein pulsing along the top. "Want some lube?" i asked, staring intently at the huge holewrecker. "Yeah - sure," Trent answered, starting to lose his focus in the haze of sex. I grabbed the bottle of J-Lube and squeezed a glob into his palm. He slowly smeared it along the top of his cock (making the vein stand out even more!), and then gripping his meat from the base, he started lubing and stroking like a sexy pornstar. "I need to fuck!" Trent said, raising his body off Ben's slobbering mouth. He was a little unsteady, after squatting for so long, so i stood and reached out to steady him - placing my hands on his muscular lats. "Fuck! You're a fucking horse, man!" I said, complimenting Trent on his worked out bod. "Thanks," he answered. "I figure if you wanna fuck like a porn star - you better godamn look like one!" he laughed. I slapped his firm butt and rubbed my hand across his pumped pecs and abs. "I'd say you could fuck any porn star you want, stud! Trent stepped down off the plywood platform bed, his boots landing in two heavy thuds on the concrete floor. He immediately aimed his rock-hard cock for Ben's open gape. I climbed up on the bed and slid down behind Ben's head, resting his head in my crotch. I grabbed his ankles and pulled back, which in turn raised his gaping hole in line with Trent's dripping cock. "Fuck man! Fuckin' hot hole!" Trent said, staring at Ben's mancunT. Ben was speechless. I could see his face in the mirror, his eyes locked on the huge meat that was about to fuck him. I'm sure the heavy doses of meth were keeping him from talking, but the opening and closing of his wrecked hole said it all! Trent shoved two fingers - then three - into the slop bucket of an ass in front of him. Then four fingers. Then his whole hand! "Fuuuuccckkkk!" Trent drawled, his big cock bobbing up and down. "Fuck 'im!" I directed. "Breed 'im with that big Texas horsedick!" That's all it took - Trent leaned forward, making contact with the stretched foreskin on the head of his cock. I saw Ben take a deep breath, and then exhale, as Trent drove his meat in deep in one slow, deliberate thrusT!!! Trent took his time - slowly drawing his cock out (like a syringe) - and then leaning forward and letting his bodyweight drive his meat deep into Ben's hole until his clipped pubes made contact with Ben's asscheeks. I could feel Ben's body vibrate from the ecstasy he was feeling from being filled with dickmeat. I shifted my body to one side so that my cock was within reach of Ben's mouth, and he eagerly started sucking like he'd found a man's pacifier. Trent just continued his steady attack on Ben's greedy hole. "Hey - this lube's startin' to dry out - you got anymore?" Trent asked, trying to work up some spit to slicken his dick. I looked around for a water bottle, but couldn't find one within reach. Then, a nasty thought ran through my sleazy mind... I managed to climb out from under Ben's head, and took a standing position facing Trent. Aiming my cock in Trent's direction, I started to piss - a dark yellow stream hit Trent right between his pecs, and ran down his ripped abs, finally pooling on the base of his cock and Ben's wrecked hole. "Fuckin' A, man! That's some piggy shit - but it's workin'," he grinned. The warm, dark piss mixed with the dried lube, and instantly made it nice and superslick again. "Any chems in that?" Trent asked, picking up his pace of screwing Ben's brains out. "Yeah - from a few hours ago," I said. "But, I'd say it's pretty concentrated by now." Trent motioned me to step forward and opened his mouth, signaling he wanted to drink. I was only too happy to share the contenTs of my bladder with this hot stud/pig. I could feel his throat muscles contracting as i pissed down his throat. He didn't spill a drop! When i was finished, he backed off my cock, and shook his head. "Fuck - that tasted really nasty, man! Hope I get a buzz off it," Trent stated, followed by a deep belch. I stepped down off the bed and opened the door. The cool air felt good in the warm, sweaty, black room. i stood behind Trent and reached around to play with his hard, erect nipples. "Oh man - that's gonna make me cum!" he said. The harder i squeezed, the faster he fucked. Ben's body slid around the rubber sheet like a rag doll - he would try to grip the edges of the foam rubber mattress, but he was no match for the bull that was fucking him. When i noticed the lube starting to get sticky again, i would reach down and scoop some of the 'juice' off the rubber sheet and smear it on Trent's thick meat. Behind me, a crowd had started to form in the open door - about five guys all stroking their cocks and straining to get a good view of the action in the small room. "Gonna cum," Trent panted, his cock relentlessly pounding Ben's hole. Ben was totally relaxed - just letting the assault on his ass happen - happy to be full of dick and piss and chems...and soon, more cum. Suddenly, Trent's body stiffened. He raised his head to the ceiling and let out a loud wolf howl - "Ow, ow, owoooooooooo!!!" i looked down and could see the base of his cock pulsing - shooting load after load of thick poz cum into Ben's hole. Behind me, i heard the grunts of one of the onlookers, and when i turned to look, he was emptying his load into the twink kneeling in front of him. My slimy dick was slick with lube and Trent's sweat - sliding up and down on his broad, muscular back. (God, i luv communal sex!) Trent finally let his cock slide out of the sewer hole he'd just fucked - followed by a huge, sloppy fuck fart from Ben. Trent leaned forward and gave been a tongue deep kiss - "Thanks man! Your ass is fuckin' incredible!" "Oh no, thank you!" Ben replied, still in a stupor from the XXXtreme breeding he'd just had. "Anytime you want a hole to use," he said, sitting up and reaching to stroke Trent's softening dick. "You want the door open, or closed," i asked. "Closed, I guess," Ben answered. "I really need to get up and walk around - get some water." "Come on up to my room," i offered. "I've got water and gatorade. We could all use a break!" The three of us gathered our things, making sure we had our towels and keys, and headed out into the cool hallway. The crowd parted as we walked out, half-disappointed that the show was over. They stared as three hot pigs walked naked down the narrow hallway. i turned around before we turned the corner and said to the remaining guys, "Don't worry - we'll bring him back soon, ready for more!"
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I had been to several bathhouses before, Club Portland, Steam Portland, but always with someone I knew or was hooking up with that night. I had even fucked bareback at bathhouses, and been fucked bareback, but always with people I went there with. We would either get a room so we could be private or go off into a corner and fuck, and if someone wanted to join I would just wave them off. The first time I went alone I was prepared to use a condom. Steam Portland has them everywhere. I got a room so I could hide out if I got overwhelmed. I had brought my own packets of lube because I knew the condoms would be there. I wandered around the club for about 15 minutes checking out guys, watching some guys fuck in the steam room and get sucked off in the hallway. A cute guy in his late 20s cruised me as he was walking down the hallway. I started after him and saw him go into the glory hole booths. From the other side I saw is hand on the hole so I walked up to it, took my towel off and put my cock in the hole. I wasn’t hard yet, but I immediately felt a hand on it and I started to chub up. As soon as I was totally hard I felt a mouth wrap around my cock. Someone I hadn’t even spoken to was sucking me off and it felt amazing. After a few minutes he stopped and a moment later I saw him walk around. I grabbed my towel and went over to him. He asked if I had a room and I said yes and started leading him back there, my towel over my shoulder and my hard cock leading the way. Normally I stayed pretty covered up but I was suddenly feeling bold. After I closed the door to my room, we started making out. I took off his towel and started jerking him off with one hand and grabbing his ass with the another. After we kissed for a few minutes he asked me if I was neg, I told him yes and he pushed me back onto the bed. He sucked me for a little bit and asked if I had any lube. I got it from right beside the condoms and gave it to him. He opened it up and and spread some on my cock. He put some in his ass and then straddled me pointing my dick up towards his hole. Then this stranger whose name I didn’t even know slid his ass down onto my bare cock until he bottomed out. He leaned forward and kissed me while starting to rock up and down on my cock. After about 30 seconds I took over and started thrusting my hips up, driving my naked cock as deep as I could in him. If he wanted it bare, I was gonna give it to him. After about 5 minutes of him riding me he got off me and told me he wanted it from behind. He bent over the bed and I stood up behind him. I bent over and rimmed him for a few moments before guiding my bare cock back into his ass. I buried it balls deep before pulling back out to just the tip and thrust back in again. He started jerking off and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I shot my load. I fucked him for about a minute more before I told him I was about to cum. He didn’t say anything so I kept going until I felt my orgasm build. “Fuck I’m gonna cum in you,” I told him. He started furiously jerking his cock as I felt my load shoot into his ass. I stopped thrusting deep in him as the last of my load emptied into his hole and I heard him moan and he shot his load onto the bed. I slowly pulled out of him and watched as my load dribbled out his ass and onto the floor. He turned around and we kissed some more and he left to go shower. Never did get his name. I showered as well and went back to my room and got dressed and went home.
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I hope I didn’t place this in the wrong section. Does your local bath house have this? It’s once a month here, and I love it. Get to be a real whore, and the Pig dad I strive to be, giving and getting loads and no dick refused! 🐷 What are yours like, if you have them?
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One thing I’ll never forget. The very first time I drove to the place. I had it bookmarked, written on a paper, heck— I even printed a map of Oakland Park Blvd! Reminder to readers— there were no navigation apps at the time, and iPhone 1 was still a few years from being invented. So… I was driving up and down the boulevard, not being able to find 2536… I guess I drove one too many times because— honest to God, a cop stopped me right after crossing the railroad tracks going east. He asked me what I was doing, and I told him I was having trouble finding that number, but I was too ashamed or scared to tell him it was a bathhouse. He smiled. He knew the number and I guess he read my nerves. He simply told me “it’s right there, Sir,” pointing at the door right to my right side. I was literally there, and I didn’t see it! He added “Have fun!” and left. I remember later, that he was oh-so-good-looking, but at that moment my nerves played a trick on me. I would find myself going back to Clubhouse II, hundreds of times, in the next 10 years…
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Fun at the Bathhouse I went to the bathhouse with a sexy friend who makes it clear that he takes all loads. There was a line to check-in, full of sexy men. My pal got buzzed and it took ten minutes for me to get to the counter. We somehow got separated and by the time I was undressing at my locker, my friend was already doing laps through the dimly lit corridors. I lost track of him here and there but kept an eye on my friend as he hunted for raw dick. There was a younger couple holding hands a few places in line behind us, one of whom looked excited and the other looked nervous. I nodded to them and made a point to keep my eyes open for them inside. My pal did the rounds from the private cabins, many of which had open doors with a guy ass up on the padded bench they called a bed. I went took a shower and jerked off a bit as guys walked by checking out my body and my meat. I soaked in the hot tub and a guy sat next to me. Ten seconds later, his knee was pressing against mine. A minute later he was jerking me off as he fingered his hole with his other hand. He leaned over and asked if I had a room. I knew all the rooms were occupied and there was a waiting list, so I shook my head. Clearly, the guy wanted to get fucked in a room. I was feeling warm, so I took a cool shower before heading to the dry sauna. I made sure to sit by the door so I could see if my friend passed by. A few minutes later, my pal saw me, and he joined me in the sauna. A hung bear guy was sitting on the upper bench and started to massage my friend’s shoulders. I heard my pal ask the stranger if he had a room. He nodded. My pal stood up and let the guy lead the way. I noticed a biohazard tattoo on the small of the guy’s back and knew my pal would be taking his first POZ load of the night in a few minutes. My friend was just out of the sauna door when the twinky couple came in. They sat opposite me. One was pale and blond, and he gripped his boyfriend’s muscled tanned arm for support. The tan one leaned over and pointed to the exiting stranger’s biohazard tattoo. He whispered, barely audible, ‘you see, that means he’s POZ.’ The blond nodded meekly. Another man came in and sat next to the blond. He opened his towel and revealed a hefty glistening cock with that now-familiar biohazard tattoo peeking out of his pubes. The blond saw it and gasped. The POZ man let his knee graze the blond’s, who moaned in response. ‘Babe, he’s touching my knee,’ the blond whispered to his boyfriend. ‘Do you want to play with him,’ he asked. The blond nodded. The tan guy reached over and opened his boyfriend’s towel. The POZ man reached for the blond’s dick, and soon both slowly jerked the blond off. I knew something sexy was about to happen and the tanned guy lifted and turned his boyfriend over, so his knees were on the bench and his face in the POZ man’s crotch. I watched his pink hole wince as his boyfriend crouched down to eat his creamy ass. The blond had no choice but to swallow the large POZ cock now dangling in his face. His eyes got big as he clocked the tattoo and traced it with his fingers. The blond went from hesitation to enthusiasm as he swallowed that big dick to the root. After a few minutes of ass-eating and cock-sucking, the POZ top and the tan boyfriend muttered some words, and they then flipped the blond right side up and lowering himself to sit on the POZ stranger’s big raw cock. The blond groaned as he took that stud’s inches. There were four other guys in the sauna, and by now we were all jerking off. One got up and grabbed the orange key strapped to his forearm. He announced, ‘I’ve got a room. It’s too hot in here. Come with me.’ The tan boyfriend lifted his partner off that raw POZ dick and the four of them headed to his room, barely covering up with their now-soaked towels. The guy was right about the heat. I was ready for a break, so I took another cool shower and went for a walk through the complex. I knew I wanted to check out the steam room and the gloryhole / darkroom section, but I figured I should check in with my friend. I eventually saw him leaning against a mirrored wall as a hung top railed him. I guess that top didn’t have a room as it seemed like most sex had been happening in rooms. With the place this full, raw sex was now happening everywhere. I walked through the labyrinthine hallway of rooms and made my way to the sauna. I’d made myself comfortable when the twink couple reappeared. The blond was flustered and gripping his partner’s arm. The blond whispered, ‘sorry, it just happened too fast.’ His partner kissed him and he moaned, ‘it just felt so good. I shouldn’t have made them cum so soon.’ The tanned guy groaned and said, ‘you look so hot taking their loads. Just let me know when you want more.’ The blond kissed him hard and spread his thighs. His towel parted and his boyfriend reached down and played with his now-cummy hole. They leaned back and relaxed. I watched as POZ seed oozed out of his hole and onto his towel. A guy next to me reached down to my crotch. He liked my dick and the sexy couple across the way got me stiff. The guy looked to me for approval, and I nodded. He leaned over and blew me while I played with his slick hole. He was a handsome Asian guy with pointy pecs and a bit of a belly, and incredible cocksucking technique; he swallowed my dick all the way and just left it there, flexing his throat around my shaft. He asked me if I had a room, and I shook my head. He was overheated and went for a cool down. I whispered that I hoped to see him again later. I stayed in the steamroom and watched as another bear of a guy entered and made a beeline for the twink couple. The bear approached them and opened his towel. ‘I hear you like sharing your boy’s hole with POZ men?’ The tan guy nodded as the blond leaned forward and eagerly swallowed the guy’s dick. The man face-fucked the blond as his boyfriend jerked him off and toyed with his cummy hole. The guy asked if they had a room and they shook their heads. The tan guy laid down on the bench and had his boyfriend mount his dick cowboy style. He leaned forward, offering up his sloppy hole to the bear to DP. I watched as the blond took those two raw cocks right there in the steamroom. The blond leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend hard on the mouth. The bottom was clearly more experienced than I’d have guessed from his nervousness. The bear looked at me and saw my leaking hardon. He reached over and jerked me off saying, ‘you’re so wet.’ The bear arched his back and spread his furry buttcheeks apart. He guided my dick to his crack saying, ‘drip your precum into my ass and let me fuck myself on your cock!’ I nodded and slipped into his loose sloppy hole. The bear clearly took loads as much as he liked to give them. He stayed still as I slid myself into him and let him do the work sawing back and forth into the blond’s hole and onto my raw dick. It didn’t take long for the top to fire his load deep into the blond boy’s asshole. The bear squeezed my cock with his furry muscle butt as he came. He clenched and unclenched as I slipped out and a river of fresh cum oozed out of his matted hairy ass. I caught the slimy seed in my hand and smeared it on my cock. The guy picked up his towel and nodded. He guided me into the blond’s upturned hole, still stuffed with his boyfriend’s dick. I slipped inside that blond boy’s cumslick pussy and loved feeling my dick slide against his boyfriend’s dick. The blond made out with his boyfriend as I sloshed around in his hole. Even with his boyfriend’s cock there just wasn’t enough friction to get me off. Still, it felt amazing smearing globs of cum from the bear’s hole into this fresh ass. I was ready for a breather so pulled out with a gloopy plop and left the steamroom. Another guy got up to take my place as the door closed behind me. If my math was right, so far tonight, the blond now had his fifth bare cock in his hole. I headed for another cold shower and went looking again for my pal. I found him in the dark room in one of the slings. He’d brought a bag of huge butt toys and had them displayed on a shelf with a tub of lube. The biohazard top from the sauna, who was the first to breed the blond, was working a pig hole plug into my pal’s butt and then slipped inside. He pounded my friend until he pulled out. I took a turn, and the friction felt great on my dick. I figured I wanted my cock in at least one more hole before cumming, so I pulled out. I made a round of the darkroom area and saw the twink couple again. They nodded to me. As I walked by, the blond whispered, ‘OK, one more load, and then I’ll be ready to go.’ I turned back and asked if they’d been to the sling area yet. I motioned that way, and they followed me. My pal was feet up as another guy was forcing a ridiculously big toy dildo into his hole. The blond grinned and moaned, ‘I want you to open me up like that!’ The blond had clearly never been in a sling before and he needed a bit of help getting situated. Once his feet were in the stirrups, he relaxed. His boyfriend slid easily in to his wet stretched-out hole. He pounded for a few minutes and offered me a go. I took his place and gestured to the toys. As my buddy took a guy’s raw cock alongside an obscenely big toy, he moaned, ‘yeah, slide that in his hole!’ The tan boyfriend grabbed a big shiny dildo and slimed it up with more lube. I realized it had just been inside my pal’s hole and was now going to go inside his boyfriend without even being washed off. The tan dude handed the toy to me, and I pulled out. We inserted the big toy and let the blond get used to it. I let his boyfriend go first. He slipped in alongside the obscene toy. I spit on my finger and teased his furry hole with it. He came hard quickly and pulled out with a sloppy plop. I slid into his cummy mess alongside the dildo and mixed the seed, lube, and juices around before adding my own. Another guy stepped out of the shadows and slid into my pal, fucking him before adding his cum to his sloppy stretched-out cunt. I realized it was the sexy Asian guy who had blown me earlier. As he pounded my pal, I saw a trickle of cum leaking down his thighs. All told, my pal got fucked by four raw dicks and took at least three loads. The blond at least five cocks and I had my dick in one mouth and two holes. Not a bad Friday night at all.
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Anybody try out the new Hawks? Just curious to see how guys like the new facility. I miss the old Hawks as it was a much better place for barebacking than Steam. Looking forward to my first visit and hoping the vibe is still the same.
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"Make Me a Fuckin' Whore..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Lansing—October, 2021 I didn’t get off when I put Cute Boy through his paces on that Friday night. (See the last post.) On Sunday afternoon, I decided to go to the store that is combo of bookstore and bathhouse. It was just what I needed… We make eye contact before I can even sit down to watch some porn. He is white, likely in his mid-40’s. He’s tall, with a thin and toned physique. He is wearing a ball cap of one of the state universities. He can’t take his eyes off my crotch. He leads me out of the main gay porn area into a small room that used to have glory holes. Not there is just a large rolling office chair. Without a word the guy pushes his biking shorts to his ankles and bends over, pointing a moderately hairy ass to me. No oral. No words. I pull his cheeks apart. His hole is slightly gaped—others have been here. I harden up. I don’t rim him, I just spit on his hole. I pull my cock out on my jock and fuck him. Slowly, but building to fucking him so hard he nearly loses his balance. His hole feels great. He is the one to stop me—with just a raising of his hand. I somehow get my cock back into my pants and go off to piss. I walk around. The place is not packed—but very busy. I end up in my favorite chair to watch some bi-sexual porn. Biker Shorts comes in. He nods at me and goes through the door to where we’ve just fucked. My cock spews a drop of pre-cum. I follow, not bothering to put my cock away. There he is, bent over and waiting. Once again I spread his cheeks and spit on his hole. It makes him shiver. I slide in. He gasps. I fuck him hard—and make him cum all over the floor. I go back to my chair. I stroke. A daddy who is my age and race sits on a padded table next to me. Soon I am sucking his short, thick cock. He jerks me. But not well. Hard and tight. The blowjob to the side of us is more interesting. A mousy white guy is on his knees giving a handsome, Black college kid oral service. I disengage myself and stand next to the kid. He has his sweatpants down around his knees. He reaches out and strokes my dick—lovingly and smoothly—nothing like the death grip of the guy on the padded table. I kneel. The ass on this kid is a perfect bubble butt. I kiss each hairless cheek, pull them slightly apart and let my tongue tickle his tight pucker. The effect is electric. He sighs loudly and reaches back to spread his cheeks wider. I go deeper. He bends over, clutching the end of the padded table and likely pissing off the cocksucker, who can no longer get at his dick. I eat his hole to the sound of his moans and gasps. He finally turns around and sucks my cock. I ask if he likes to get fucked. He nods, but tells me he didn’t plan for it. I push his handsome face back onto my dick. A new white man sits in the chair I’ve vacated. He is around my age, though quite a bit heavier. He hauls out an impressive dick. The college kid sees it, too. I look at him and nod. We both kneel by the new guy. The college kid takes his dick—I lick the guy’s balls. We are in tune with our oral service—we switch seamlessly so I can suck and he can lick…and then back again. The guy we are doing pulls the College Kid to his feet. He leans in and sucks the kid’s cock. I leave the guy’s dick and go back to sticking my tongue in College Kid’s ass. I can’t get in as deep—but it’s enough. With a mouth on either side of him, College Kid yelps and starts to unload. He suddenly pulls out of the guy’s mouth and shoots the last two spurts onto the guy’s nose and beard… * I wander. I get a load off a hot Latin guy by the sling. It takes him maybe 90 seconds before he lets loose. I watch some porn. I get some head. * I am back in the smallest of the rooms. Two men are sharing my cock. They are both around my age. They may be partners—they certainly are adept at passing my swollen meat back and forth. A college kid comes in—white, cute, short and wearing a Tiger jersey that hangs down over his shorts. He sits on the chair which is to the side of me. One of the guys on the floor turns my hips so my cock is available for Tiger to do. And he goes for it with gusto. He is really good. The other guys are aroused by watching me get head from this kid. They stand up and the three of us half ring the chair. Tiger simply swivels the chair as he goes from dick to dick. The men not being sucked have hands all over other men’s shafts and balls until the mouth comes back. A fourth man joins the circle. He is older than any of us and has his cock out, but it is not hard. The kid won’t touch him. He goes back and forth between the three of us until he suddenly stands up, looks straight at me and says “Fuck my ass.” I turn the chair so the back is towards us—and then bend the kid so he can hold on to it. I kneel and look at the ass I’m about to plunder. It is much flatter than the Black kid’s—but certainly muscled. I spread his cheeks and dive in. Tiger hits his poppers and begins muttering every sexual swear word he can think of… “Eat my shit hole…make me a fuckin’ whore…lick my mancunt….” On and on. I stand up. I have over lubed my cock—for I think he is going to be very tight. I push the head in. He clamps. He does another hit and his ass opens. He babbles obscenities. The couple watch as my cock sinks into him—but then they leave. The older guy stares at us—and hardens up. I fuck slowly and deliberately. Tiger is groaning now and is stroking his baby dick. He loses his grip on the back of the chair. It spins. I hold Tiger by the hips and keep fucking. The older guy sits and turns, bringing his erection to Tiger. It brushes Tiger’s lips, but he won’t open his mouth. I can clearly see Tiger’s face slowly give in to lust. He takes the proffered cock deep into his throat. “Good boy,” I grate out. I fuck him harder for his reward. He gets a second reward— the old man’s load. Willingly now. And with much vocal fireworks from both of them: grunts of bliss from the older man, “Fuckin’ use me,” from Tiger once the man is done shooting. I step up my pace. I am going to blow my load. I know it. “You want my cum in your ass?” “Yeah…breed me…make me shoot,” he huffs out, jerking himself furiously. I plow him three or four more times. I grab his hips—not that he’s going anywhere. He feels me erupt and his own load blasts out across the floor… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Make Me a Fuckin' Whore..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 27, 2021 -
I will be off on a solo Trip without my partner. I’m gonna be a cheating faggot slut. 35/M/145lbs i will be staying at Worthington tor the majority of my stay. What tips do you have for ass up cumdump play? Is it possible there? and a first timer trying to make the most of it at Slammer or Club FTL?
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[This is another story from long ago that I found on my hard drive. It needed lots of reformatting, so I will be posting it in installments. I did not write this; I just tried to clean it up a bit for readability] Last weekend I was stuck without a car. I thought the weekend was going to suck. I was hanging out in my apartment, bored, surfing the net. I came across a page for a local bath house. What the hell! I had heard a lot of stories about bath houses, but I had never been to one. I called a cab, and headed down. I was nervous and excited. I had spent plenty of time cruising ABS and online, but I had never seen anything like the stories I had heard about the baths. I got one of the large rooms, which had a TV and several channels to choose from. I saw that in one movie the men were barebacking. As I undressed, I watched a hot scene where this guy was getting fucked in the woods. The top was hung and uncut. I was mesmerized by the sight of his bare cock sliding in and out of the bottom's ass made me incredibly horny even though I knew I could never let a stranger fuck me bareback. I had recently discovered the joys of being a bottom, and I decided to go out and find some cock. As I explored the premises, I saw that many guys just left the doors to their room open. In several rooms, guys were fucking and sucking. As I walked past one room, I saw one guy getting fucked as he sucked off another guy. I paused, watching the hot scene. The guy with his dick buried in the bottom's ass told me to come in. I did, just as the bottom called it quits. He said he needed a rest. After he left, I sat on the bed with the two guys. They were about my age, 25 or so, and both had cocks at least 8 inches. One guy was uncut. I love uncut cock; the first guy who fucked me had a thick, 8" uncut cock, and it felt so good. I took off my towel, and started to suck on the uncut beauty in front of me. The other guy got up to shut the door. I told him he could leave it open, but he said he and his friend wanted me all to themselves. As I sucked my uncut stud, the other guy started rimming me. I love to have my ass eaten. In fact the first time I got fucked, it was because the guy did such a great job licking my hole, that I had to let him fuck me. My head was spinning from the joint I smoked before I left my house. The guy behind me stopped licking my ass. He moved up to put his cock against my hole. I asked him to put on a condom. He said ok, and then asked me if I partied. I didn't know what he meant, but I told him I was up for anything. He asked if I had ever done Tina. “What is it?” I said, feeling like a nerd. The best sex drug in the world, he told me. "Ok. Whatever. I'll do it." He and his friend smiled, and brought out a glass pipe. I asked what I was supposed to do. His friend put some stuff that looked like little bits of rock in the pipe. I leaned forward, and put the pipe to my lips. The guy lit a butane lighter and started heating the stuff in the pipe. The pipe filled with white vapor. "Take a hit," he said. I took a deep hit, held it for a second and exhaled. They urged me to keep going. I took several more large hits. OH MY GOD - did I feel great. I was incredibly happy and even more horny than I had been a few minutes ago. The guy who had tried to fuck me asked me to suck his dick. I eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth. He had gone soft, but as I sucked him, I could feel his dick getting hard in my mouth. I had never enjoyed sucking a cock so much. I was able to deep throat him, something I normally couldn't do with a guy his size. As I sucked him, the other guy asked me if I did poppers. I said I never had, but I would do anything he recommended. He held the bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. My head started spinning and my hunger for cock went out of control. I asked the uncut guy to fuck me. He asked me if I had ever been fucked bareback. I said "no, never." He asked me if I wanted to feel his cock shooting inside of me. Between the tina and the poppers, I was out of control. "Just give me that beautiful cock!" He drizzled some lube on my ass and started rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He told me to do more of the poppers. I took several deep hits. Finally he placed the head of his cock against my asshole and gave a little push. Only about half of the head of his tool went in. I moaned. I had no idea that anything could feel so good. Slowly, he slid his cock into me. The first time I got fucked, it hurt at first, but then later started to feel good. Not this time. As he buried his massive dick in my ass, all I felt was pleasure. I couldn't believe the difference between being fucked with a condom and being fucked bareback. It was so much better. I started sucking on his partner again as he fucked me. I couldn't believe how crazy I felt. I wanted to do anything for these guys. I told them to fuck the hell out of me. Finally, the guy fucking me told me he was going to cum. The idea of taking his load in my ass drove me wild. He grunted, and buried himself deep in my ass. I could feel his cock pulse, and then I felt his cum spurting in my ass. Suddenly, my ass was filled with his cum. I was surprised at how warm it felt. He took a minute to catch his breath, and then pulled his cock out of me. I sat there, feeling the warm, squishy feeling of an ass full of cum. His friend said it was his turn to fuck me. I put myself face down, ass up on the edge of the bed and told him how much I needed more cock in my hole. He slid in easily, lubricated by his friends load. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes. It felt so good. His friend handed me the popper's bottle, and my head started spinning again. His cock was huge and hard, and he knew how to use it. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but it was at least 20 minutes. Finally, he said he was going to cum. He buried himself in me and again I felt cum spurting against the inside of my ass. It was so hot. It felt so nasty and forbidden and so incredibly right. I knew this was not the last time I was going to get barebacked.
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When I’m laying blindfolded in the sling I will get the question “can you see anything?” or “do you really not see me? or “are your eyes really covered?” I usually get the question a couple times a night. I always answer that I can’t see anything even though that’s not 100% true. I’ve tried different styles of blindfolds (the full face hood with eye pads, a bandanna over my eyes, a hat or towel over my face). I’ve found the bandanna works the best for me. The bandanna blindfold keeps my nose open for poppers, my mouth open for dick, it’s relatively well secured, and doesn’t retain heat (which can sometimes be an issue when I’m going hard and enhanced). Also it keeps my face relatively exposed. Unfortunately there is a gap at the bottom of the blindfold that permits me to see some of what is walking up to the sling. With the dark lighting and my eyes mostly covered I can’t make out details but I do get a sense of features (body size, dick size, number of guys, etc). The unsuspected surprise of a dick on my hole or a hand on my body isn’t as impactful when I can see it coming. My goal is to blind myself to the top but I want the guy fucking me and the others standing around waiting their turn to see as much of me as possible. The top should know that they can do anything they want to me and I’ll never know who they are.
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Hey guys, lost my virginity to two guys early this year. The second it happened all I could think about was taking raw loads. The feeling of being totally submissive and feeling a cock pulsate in me is too addicting. I’m totally obsessed now. I am waiting to get on PREP so that I can give in to my urges and become a cumdump. I’m talking regular cumunions, pigweek, MAL. I want to be the bottom that hops in the swing and is a total whore. I really want to it. For you cumdumps, do you regret your decision to become a whore/slut? It doesn’t seem like something you can stop after you start.
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Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at writing here... please let me know what you think and feel free to comment. I plan on updating as often as possible. -- PART 1: Enter the Bear’s Den Taking a deep drag off the large, black cigar in my mouth, I let out a deep moan as the large, hairy bear now presently deep in my formerly tight ass slammed home one last time before announcing to the room he was cumming deep in my hole. I rested my head back, nose-jetting the thick acrid cigar smoke that I had just filled my formerly pick healthy lungs with and proceeded to rub my cock. I winced a little as the fresh PA now piercing the head of my dick moved from my slow jacking, which caused me to clench my hole involuntarily, trapping the thick throbbing member in my hole, milking the bear of his cum. The other men in the room cheered with words like “Poz that neg hole…” and “Fill up that cum dump..” as I took my cigar from my mouth and ran it over the new tattoo inked across my stomach. “Cumdump…” I thought to myself, smiling and thinking of the freshly inked words still throbbing on my skin, “definitely fits who I am now.” My transformation into the inked and pierced slut before these men was something my former self, a young, non-smoker who had barely ever taken a cock, much less barebacked, would never have imagined that he could have become. — It was a nasty breakup. Walking in on your boyfriend of 3 years having sex with a woman was something that I would have imagined seeing. I had just gotten home from my clinical rotation at the nearby hospital as was required by our medical program. Long nights, low pay, and lots of stress- these were all things they warn you of when you get into med school, but it never really sinks in until you are up to your eyes in patients. Matthew, my former boyfriend, was my first and only boyfriend. We had met in the first week of college and hit things off instantly. He had straight black hair, warm brown eyes, built like a brick shit-house, and a British accent that could make you cream your pants. I myself was a polar opposite, blonde hair, blue eyes, shorter with a swimmer’s build. Even though we picked different career paths, he always said he supported me because he knew it would mean a great life for both of us. What’s better than a doctor and lawyer on the checkbook? Every night when I got stuck doing rounds because either it was the proverbial full moon in the ER or an attending called in sick. I suspected things were going on when he stopped wanting to have sex, even though I usually was too tired from work or school to mess around. Things got tenser, as every time we were together he was glued to his phone, always making the excuse that it was someone from work with a question from the nonprofit he worked for. I brushed it off, think it was just stress getting to me. On the fated night, I had gotten the night off since I had too many hours and figured I’d surprise him with dinner, a movie, and a bottle of lube. I walked in and heard grunting coming from the bedroom of the small apartment we shared. Thinking I’d sneak in and surprise him on his workout, I burst the room, and yelled: “Ravish me with your…” Looking down, I saw him, in bed, deep inside the ditzy girl from down the hall. I stood there, staring as he jumped, jaw gaping, surprised at my entry as she squealed in delight. Words left me as he blurted out a rushed “oh shit…” and proceeded to pull out of the vapid blonde. I stormed out of the bedroom and into the living room. He followed, reeking of sex and candy-scented perfume. “Babe… please…. I…” he started, his mild British accent trailing after me. Fuming, I looked at him before slowly growling out my reply through gritted teeth. “How long?” “I…. she…. it’s not what you think…” he stammered, trying to come up with a lie on the spot. “How. Long.” I replied, stepping towards him, punctuating each word with my finger in the center of his sculpted chest. “We…. only a few times….” he replied, looking down, knowing I was quickly getting to that dangerous quiet I got into before truly blowing up at someone. “A few times? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't care if it was once. Get your shit and get out. I don’t care where you go, but you no longer live here.” I replied turning my back on him and looking out the windows. “Jake… hon….. you can’t do that… both our names are on the lease,” he replied, his cheeks flushed, reminding me of what was now obviously a stupid move I had made a year ago when we moved to the new apartment. “Fine,” I replied, “I’m going then. I’ll move my shit out when I get a new place. Have a great life asshole.” Grabbing my keys, I went into the bedroom, ignoring the dimwitted blonde slut on our bed, and began collecting things such as my clothes, a few pairs of scrubs, my phone charger, and a few toiletries. Stepping back into the bedroom, I looked down as the pink colored claws of the bimbo touched my arm, stopping me in the doorway. “Jake, honey, look…. I’m sor-“ she started, plastering the fake sad look on her face I’d seen countless people do when trying to apologize for something they aren't really that sorry for. “Bitch,” I growled out, “If you don’t move you hand in the next 5 seconds, I will move it for you. And I will make sure you require surgery.” She stepped away with a gasp, pulling her hand towards her chest, protecting it with the other like she had been physically hurt by my words. I grabbed my phone and proceeded out the door, taking the stairs next the elevator. Fuming, I climbed down the 12 flights of stairs and stepped out into the lobby, coming face to face with Matt for the second time, who had hastily thrown on a pair of jeans. “Sweetheart, please!” he said reaching for my hand and I walked through the lobby. “Let’s talk about this! We can work on this!” “Just like you worked on her pussy for fuck knows how long?!” I screamed out loud, catching the glances of several people in our building, including the sweet little old lady across the hall from us. “You’re making a scene,” Matt hissed, looking at me beseechingly. “And what do you call what I fucking walked in on?!” I screeched, throwing his hand that he had started to place on my shoulder, “What do you fucking call it when you walk on your formerly gay boyfriend shoving his cock up some balloon chest bitch, you asshole?!” Not wanting to hear his reply, I walked out the street, and pulled out my phone, ordering an Uber. — Looking down at my phone, I mostly ignored the admittedly hot Uber drive that had picked me up. I sent out a text to my friend Erika, asking if she would cover for me for a few days in the hospital, giving her a slightly abridged version of the night's events. After getting a solid yes and promising to go in greater details soon with her, I shut off my phone and looked up at my surroundings. “Excuse me…” I asked, getting the attention of the driver. “Yeah?” he replied, never letting his eyes off the road. “Where in the world are we?” I asked, looking around, not really recognizing the area. “Goin’ to where you told the app sir,” he replied with a bored sigh. Looking down at my phone, I realized I had somehow entered a gay bar named “The Bear’s Den” into the address that Matt and I had almost gone to meet friends at before we realized how seedy the place was, instead of the hotel I had picked earlier near work. “Shit… look I…” I started to reply, before realizing that I most definitely needed a drink, even if I never touched the stuff, “Actually, mind if we swing by a hotel first? Extra $20 in it for you.” “Make it $40 and I’ll wait for you at the hotel,” he said, pulling over on the side of the road and waited as I adjusted the address to a closer hotel. Pulling up, I noticed that the hotel wasn’t up to what I had grown accustomed to but definitely would do in a pinch. Then the attendant said that the only rooms they had left were smoking. Shit, I thought to myself. Not wanting to be a bigger delay for the driver, I quickly said fine, telling myself that it was only for a night. I quickly got my key, raced to the room, and threw everything in the closet before closing the door and making my way back to the car. Fifteen mins later, we were at the seedy bar and my Uber was driving away. I stepped into the bar and was immediately hit by a wave of thick cigar smoke, loud gay men chattering and what I could swear was the slight twinge of sex in the air. Looking around, I realized I definitely did not fit in dressed in a v-neck shirt and slightly too tight jeans, while the other men were wearing leather of some sort. Swallowing my pride, I stepped up the bar and ignored all the stares from the other guys. Turning to me, the bartender, a hot 30-something with brown hair, piercing green eyes, a perfect tan, and piercings in his ears and eyebrow looked me up and down before finally asking, “What will it be?” Thinking for a second, I finally blurted out a scotch, not wanting to look like a silly fag ordering something like a green apple martini. Nodding his head, he went to work making my drink before setting the glass and the bottle down in front of me and walking off. Suddenly, I was surprised by the guy who suddenly sat down next to me. 50's, shaved head, stormy gray eyes, tons of piercings including a septum ring, leather chaps, and vest, and definitely a muscle builder, he looked like something you would see in a leather daddy magazine. “Is this seat taken?” he asked in a deep booming bass voice, beer in one hand and an unlit cigar in the other. “Nah… go ahead,” I replied looking down at the already half empty glass in front of me. “Bad night?” he asked, turning towards me. “You don't want to hear it…” I started. “Trust me I do. Whatever it is has you looking like you really could use that drink,” he said, eyeing the glass in my hand as I set it down from taking another swig, “You don't want to talk, I get it. Just figured I’d see if you needed a person to bitch to. That, and you seem kinda out of place here. I’m Jackson.” I took a look around again and swore I felt like everyone was looking at me still. He held out his hand, and I shook it. Then, grabbing my glass again, I downed it and let him fill it back up. Letting out a sigh, I retold him the night’s events, my previous history with Matt, everything. As I finished the story, not realizing that I had now downed 4 glasses of scotch, I let out a small sniff. “Fuck…” I sniffled, “I don’t know… Should I forgive him? Work things out?” Grabbing his cigar, he started lighting it up and I found my self slightly mesmerized by the ritual. Looking up at me, he nodded at the cigar in his hand, “You mind if I light up? I need a smoke after hearing that.” I shook my head, muttering something like ‘what’s one more cigar in here’ and watched as he brought the stick to life, making a bright cherry as he inhaled deeply on it. Blowing it to the side, he looked at the cigar before putting back in his mouth. “If it were me,” he started, “ And I’m just spitballing here, I wouldn’t. He obviously fucked up a good thing, all for a piece of sloppy meat attached to a pair of tits. If he wanted to fuck around, he should have asked you first. Made it your choice.” “Yeah… it’s just… I don’t know what to do. He's all I know...” I replied running my finger around the edge of my glass, watching as he inhaled deeply on the dark stick in his mouth. Watching me watch him as he smoked, he reached into his front pocket and pulled out a second cigar, offering it to me. “Want one?” he asked, “Definitely one of the good ones. Not like those cheap gas station ones.” Starting at it, I drunkenly blurted out “I’ve never had one… I wouldn’t know what to do.” Pulling the cigar in his mouth out, he handed to me before putting the unlit one in his hand and grabbed the lighter on the bar, lighting it up expertly. “No worries guy,” he said, “Take my lit one.” Taking it into my hand, examined it. Looking at the thick smoke floating out of the end, the thick saliva coating the cut end. Sniffing it, I let out a slight ‘woah,’ noticing that it smelled completely different than the smoke. Finally building up my courage I stuck it in my mouth, and immediately breathed in the thick smoke. I knew, even drunkenly, this was a bad idea. I started hacking instantly, and he let out a chuckle. “Dude… I don’t think you’re quite ready for inhaling.” Stubbornly, I looked at him, alcohol slowly ebbing away at my logic before I took another, smaller inhale. Fighting another cough, I held it in before letting it out in the air. “Damn… I stand corrected,” he replied, shock written across his face as it slowly worked into a smile. Something that very few people know about me is that I can become really hard-headed when I drink. Normally I’m rather passive and tend to go with the flow, but with the alcohol, my messy break-up, and the guy laughing, I felt like I had something to prove. So, we continued smoking and drinking in silence, and to my dismay, my cock started getting hard. I tingled all over, and a started getting a bit of a headache. I went to grab another scotch when Jackson finally put his hand over the glass. “I think you’re done drinking there Buddy,” he said smiling and looking down at my bulge now obviously forming in my tight jeans, “No need to get whiskey dick.” Looking down at his pant, I noticed a monster slowing growing in his pants too. I let out a soft ‘holy fuck’ as I saw what easily looked like 10 inches growing in his tight leather pants. Matt had a nice sized 6” uncut cock, but we’d never fucked much since it always hurt a bit going in. We had always just sucked each other off. But for some reason, in my drink-addled mind, I almost wanted to ride this monster. Suddenly, Jackson was kissing the side of my neck, and whispered: “why don’t we go back to your place?” END OF PART 1
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Eros is closing up shop and moving out of the Castro. I’m foolishly optimistic. [think before following links] https://brokeassstuart.com/2021/11/15/after-30-years-sfs-only-gay-sex-club-is-moving-eros/
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It was a lonely Saturday night, and I was horny and feeling cruisy after checking out Squirt and BBRT. I decided to check out the porn theaters not far from my house. After checking out the scene, I chose to go to the bathhouse instead and see what hot fun I could get into. It looked decently busy, so I walked in, paid for my locker, and put my things away while checking out the many guys who were there. I took all my clothes off and wrapped a towel around my waist. I walked around, taking in the atmosphere. The darkness, the sounds of sex coming from the rooms and public areas, and the smell of cum and poppers got my dick hard in no time, tenting my towel in front of me. I got a few friendly grabs as I walked by a few guys. I went and sat down on one of the couches and undid my towel, spread my legs to let me balls hang free, and started stroking my thick, 7-inch dick. I spotted a good looking guy, in his mid 40s I would say, walking around naked. He sat down next to me, said hi while licking his lips, and took over stroking my shaft. As he stroked, he said, “I saw you come in a little while ago, welcome” and proceeded to swallow my dick down his throat. He gave me a great blowjob for about 5 minutes before saying he had to go clean up. He gave my cock head a lick and a kiss, saying he hopes to see me later. I spent the next couple hours watching, stroking, getting sucked, and took turns banging 2 guys who were on a bench getting fucked and loaded side-by-side. At this point I was incredible horned up and feeling the raw heat energy of the place, so I wanted to make it last a little longer and didn’t want to cum yet. I went to walk around the rooms and came upon an open door where a guy was on his hands and knees, naked, bent over with his legs spread showing off his hole and nice ball sack hanging down. I had to get a closer look. I entered the room, leaving the door cracked open. I rubbed and lightly squeezed his balls, then smacked his nice round ass and said, “wow how sexy, I bet you’ve been getting fucked tonight.” He turned around and said that he’s had plenty of fun tonight and I noticed it was the guy from earlier. We were both happy to see each other again. He then noticed my hard dick and asked to suck it again, of course I said yes. I felt his warm mouth and tongue wrap around my dick again and let out an encouraging moan. He enthusiastically sucked me as I fucked his face while leaning over and playing with his ass. I could tell he most definitely had been having fun from his moist, sweaty cheeks and wet hole. I was rock fucking hard, inside this random mans amazing mouth, thinking of all the sweat, spit, dick and cum he had taken throughout the night. After a couple minutes, he stopped sucking, looked up at me and asked, “so you’ve been having fun tonight too huh?” “How can you tell?” I asked him. “I can taste the ass and cum on your dick…” he said while gently sucking the tip, “…I love when dicks here at the bathhouse taste this good, delicious.” And he took my whole cock balls deep into his throat one more time. What he did next got me even harder and hornier, if that was possible. As he turned back around to give me his hole, he said, “and now that I’ve cleaned you off, how about some more ass and cum for your dick?” I noticed some cum was now dribbling out of his hole that I could use as lube to slide into him. I used my dick head to scoop it up as I slowly pushed inside his ass. “Fuuuuuuuck” I groaned as I went balls deep in one smooth motion and held it there, enjoying his warm, wet hole enveloping my dick as he moaned while adjusting to me being buried in him. “Oh shit that big dick feels good,” he told me. I started to slow stroke his hole, then picking up speed, grabbed his hips, and pounded his hole, getting into a very pleasurable rhythm with his slutty, obviously experienced, ass. We were both working up a good sweat and I could feel, and hear, my sweaty balls slapping against his wet taint and balls as I fucked him. My dick was so hard as his hole gripped my shaft and his wet insides felt amazing to slide in and out of. His sexy, naked ass cheeks felt so good smacking into me with each thrust into him. I was absolutely loving the sweaty, naked, raw energy of this bareback bathhouse sex I was having, as a couple others were peeking in from around the doorway watching us. There was no turning back now, this hot anonymous man hole was getting my load. We were both grunting and moaning with uninhibited pleasure. “Fuck yeah dude, you like that pig hole don’t you…give me that big dick… fuck that load into my ass,” he said between moans, as he started to buck back onto me, trying to get my dick deeper inside him. “ooooh I love this hole…you want this load, you’re getting all of it…….” As I’m saying that, I thrusted balls deep one last time and my dick started pulsating with what felt like thick rope after thick rope of warm cum being shot directly into this pigs hole, adding my seed to the mix already in him. I stayed inside his ass for a few moments after finishing, letting my dick throb in him as it started to soften slightly. I slowly pulled out of his hole and used my wet dick to give his ass and crack a few smacks. Cum was again leaking out of him and was being added to what was now a small puddle on the sheets under his balls. Seeing that cum puddle, and knowing I had added to it, got me hard again. He turned around and immediately took me in his mouth again, sucking me down his throat as I moaned and shook with pleasure. After a few sucks, he told me he loved having my dick in him, thanked me for a fun, raw fuck and for the load, and turned around and stuck his ass in the air again. I gave it a firm smack and said, “no, thank you, I hope to see you and this sweet ass again soon.” He said, “me too,” with a sexy, sly smile as he puckered his hole to wink at me and let a little more cum drip out. I turned to leave, dick still half hard. As I walked naked back through the halls, basking in the afterglow of a great fuck and nut, I got some more friendly touches and rubs. I stayed for another 45 minutes or so, relaxing on a couch again and jerking off. I came once more, this time on another mans face, who had just sucked me in a theater room, while standing over him as he kneeled in front of me with mouth open licking my balls. I went home after that, balls drained and satisfied with the nights adventures. Already wanting to go back for more.
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Ben was so high - and so stretched from getting fucked - that i didn't even bother with FF foreplay. i just grabbed a ball of crisco from the nearby can, pumped some j-lube in my palm and smeared the slimy mixture all over my hands. Ben still had his eyes closed - enjoying the warm buzz of his latest smoke. i folded my right hand into a small tube - my thumb surrounded by four fingertips. His hole was pulsing in and out - slowly - like it was begging to be filled. As soon as my fingertips hit the purple muscle, it opened like a flower - or some alien pod... Ben's legs spread slightly, signaling his slutty desire. In one steady push, my whole hand slid into his burning fuckhole!!! (and i have really big hands!) Something between a growl and a purr emanated from Ben's throat, as he opened his eyes and grinned. "Fuck! You Texas boys don't stop, do you?" he managed. "Not unless the building's on fire." I chuckled. "Then we just move to the parking lot," I added. "Open the door," Ben said. "I want the whole place to see this!" i tried turning the doorknob, but my hand was covered with so much lube and crisco that i couldn't get a grip. "Here," Ben said, tearing off a sheet from the roll of paper towels he'd brought. One hand in his ass, and the other on the doorknob - i finally got it open! A rush of cool air from the hallway blew in the room, making us realize how much heat we'd generated - two sweaty, chemmed-up, sexpigs goin' at it! With Ben impaled on my fist, i slowly turned him around so that guys walking by would get a good view of his hole being stretched. i now had my back toward the door, so i was dependent on the mirror to see any activity in the hall. "MMMMmmmmmmm," Ben sighed. "Pull out for a sec. I wanna see if i'm still clean." i slowly exited his bowel, my hand ringed by a dark purple ruffle of muscle - finally opening into the bright red rosebud of his prolapse. "Fuuuccckkkk!" a voice behind me gasped. I looked up to see the reflection in the mirror. It was Trent - a young guy I'd played with a while back. Trent has an incredibly thick, uncut cock, and loves to fuck. When i first met him (at the baths), he was a young twenty-something - in decent shape. Now - a couple of years later - Trent had packed on another 20 lbs. of muscle, and was definitely - - - a MAN!!!! "Am I clean?" I heard Ben ask, caught up in his own world. "Crystal clean, i'd say," i replied, holding my hand up to the light from the hallway. It was covered in a mix of clear and white goo - J-Lube and crisco - but absolutely no shit or blood. "You had your whole hand inside him?" Trent said from behind. My chem-addled brain was having trouble with these two conversations at the same time... "Uh - - - yeah," i managed to get out. "Come on in, man," i spoke to the image in the mirror. "Trent - Ben - - - Ben - Trent," i said. "There - now everybody knows everybody," i said, rolling my eyes. "That was sooo fucking hot, dude!" Trent said, dropping his towel and tossing it on the plastic chair. He was wearing a thick leather cockring and leather ballstretcher, and had a biohazard tattoo midway between his navel and cock. (Things had changed from the sweet, curious corn-fed beefboy i'd met years back.) His foreskin hung down from his semi hard meat - not because he was soft - but because it'd obviously been played with - roughly, and a lot!!! "Mind if I watch?" Trent asked, lazily stroking his meat. "No," Ben and i answered in unison. "Just gettin' opened up for some big dick!" Ben added, unashamedly staring at Trent's meat. i slid the fingers of my left hand into Ben's ass, palm up, and formed a type of funnel. then, with my right hand, i grabbed the J-Lube bottle and squeezed several big globs of the gooey lube onto my palm and let it run down into his gape. Trent was half kneeling-half sitting on the edge of the bed, thoroughly mesmerized by what was going on. i handed the J-Lube bottle to him, and then slid my right hand deep into Ben's hole. "MMMMMMmmmmmmmm!!!" Ben growled, his eyes rolling back into his head. "That's fucking hot as shit!" Trent responded, squirting some lube into his palm, and slicking up his growing tool.
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