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If there's one thing that I've learned about myself, it is that I will make time to get fucked, suck dick, eat ass, or a combination of either, no matter how busy I might be. You might be thinking what the fuck I'm talking about or why it's even relevant, but my love for being a filthy whore and simply saying, "I don't have time to meet today," has played a key role in many choices both good and bad. It was Sunday, September 27, 2020, a day that completely changed something in me and opened me up (no pun intended) to the dark and [banned word] wonders of sex. It was also the day I knew what PNP meant and who Tina was. I was supposed to be staying indoors, but like always, I let my craving for dick take over me, and I was on a mission to get as many loads as possible. I decided I didn't want to cruise Vista Point, a rest stop on the side of Highway 101 heading towards Santa Cruz, which is still an active cruising spot for older raunchy men and cum loving twinks like me. For reference, Vista Point is where I was first spit-roasted and where I first tried poppers. If you'd like to hear more about this, read "After 4 years I finally decided to be a TINA PIG AGAIN," a true story about my re-introduction with PNP! Back to the story – As I packed my backpack and headed out the door, my parents asked where I was going, and I told them I would be going to Sacramento for a week since I still had my apartment there. With a confused look, they said, "ok, be careful, call when you get there." Little did they know that I would be heading to SF with hopes of being the best whore possible. I got to SF around 4 pm and was unsure where to go, so I drove to Union Square and cruised for a bit. As usual, I checked my Grindr application and weeded through messages to find a top who could host. There were several contenders, but none caught my attention until a message with an anonymous profile pic came in. His message was short, but he simply told me he was a Pig Top who could host on California St and was looking for a slut bottom. There was something about the message that turned me on so fucking much; I don't know if it was the anon factor of it or if I was just horny. I remember him asking me if I blew clouds, and I said yes, even though I didn't. I drove to his apartment complex and reluctantly parked right in front, and there he was. A tall white dude in his mid-40s wearing shorts waited for me next to a little door on the side of his building. I knew from the moment I saw him that he was a pig top, and just by the grin he had on his face, I knew that I was gonna have a good time. This little door on the side of the complex was where the residents dumped their trash, and I knew that because there were various trash bins; for a minute, I imagined myself on all fours, getting fucked. We went through a door and up some stairs and then walked down a long hallway to the last door. His place was messy and small, and a red LED light lit his apartment. A queen-sized bed sat in the middle, and on a small table next to it were pipes, poppers, and other things. Bareback porn played in the background, and a Zoom group of guys getting high played on a laptop. He had also forgotten to mention that a buddy would be there too, a tall Hispanic tattooed everywhere, hitting a big pipe with a devious look at him. Between the red light, the porn, and the smell of Tina filling up the room, I got rock hard, and all I could think of was being on all fours and worshipping cock. "I don't think I'll blow clouds right now," I said as I took off my clothes and got on all fours, and started sucking cock. I remember putting on a blindfold and getting extremely stimulated by the aroma of Tina and the clicking sound of the torch heating up the pipe. I hit the poppers and sucked dick like I was starving. In my head, I repeated, "fuck yea slut, keep sucking dick," and I did just that. "Do you wanna get high?" the host asked me, and I remember his friend saying, "Get that slut high right now" I didn't respond and arched my back even more as a way of showing submission. Before I knew it, I was being shot-gunned and was being instructed on what to do. "When I put my mouth to yours, inhale and pass it back," said the host, and I just did that; I sniffed the poppers and waited for him to deliver the Tina to my mouth. He shot-gunned me again, and I remember being disgusted at the metallic taste of it. "One more, but inhale it well and pass it back and forth," instructed his friend... "Fuck yea, just like that, can you feel something," asked his friend. I remember nodding my head and feeling tingly, unsure if that was Tina or my ass being eaten. I opened my mouth and asked for one more shot-gun, which turned into one more and then another and another. By this time, I felt like I was fucking flying, and the guys knew it. I felt completely enveloped in lust, and all I could think about was getting my hole pounded. "More, I want more, shotgun me again, please…I want to be a Tina Poz whore” I begged, and his buddy (I know it was his buddy because he had a deeper voice) told me, "I'm gonna teach you how to hit the pipe so you can get spun asf…yea is that what you want you slut? You wanna be a spun whore for us" – "Fuck yea, that's what I want; turn me into a fucking whore, please," I begged. The pipe met my lips, and I was instructed on how and when to hit it; mind you, I was still blindfolded, which altered all of my senses. After several failed attempts, I was able to hit the pipe the correct way, and holy fuck I was fucking flying. I felt so fucking hot and horny, a type of horniness I had never felt before. At this point, it was clear to both guys that I was their fucking bitch, and I gave them the green light to do anything to me; all I could think about was getting fucked and having a dick in my mouth. I have no idea what time it is or how long this will go on. One thing is for sure I want as much dick as possible. I take off the blindfold at some point, and everything looks so distorted to me, probably because my eyes have been covered for a while. I reach for the pipe very slowly because I can’t even feel my legs, LOL and his friend passes me the pipe and makes me hit it again. I slowly start to feel a big dick tease my hole… slowly pushing against it. His friend stands up and starts to face fuck me, and then my hole begins to swallow the other guy's dick. These guys have done this before, and I'm not the only slut they have whored out. Simultaneously, my throat is being gagged, and my hole is being pounded; I can feel myself getting wet, and my hole is being churned over and over. “Fuck yea, fuck yea, take that big dick; this is what you wanted, huh! This is what the fuck you wanted,” says his friend as he continues to fuck my throat. I get fucked for about 3 hours nonstop, both by him and his friend, and in between that time, I’m also smoking, sniffing poppers DEEP, and begging to be whored out. His friend pulls a pair of red pantyhose, which I still own to this day, and tells me to put them on as they will make me feel like a good bitch boy. Without hesitation, I do just that: I put them on, look at myself in the mirror, and feel good. “You look good slut” says the host, who is now lying back and watching his friend take charge. It’s about 1 am, and we take a break; I mean the host and his friend because I don’t want to stop; I want my hole to keep getting pounded. “Please fuck me,” I say. “Breed my hole, don’t stop. Open me up and do whatever you want, please.” They both let out a grin, and the friend told me to roll over, get on my back, and spread my legs wide. He feeds me poppers and grabs a big dildo, and without any lube needed, he starts thrusting deep, fast, and hard. This shit feels so fucking good, and my hole is loving every minute of it. I can feel my hole getting loose and wet, and in between each thrust, he eats me out and leans over to kiss and spit inside my mouth. “You’re gonna get charged up tonight slut” he whispers in my ear, and I spread my legs apart as much as possible “fuck yea, charge that fucking pussy; knock his fucking ass up,” says the host, who is stroking his big dick. His friend starts to moan, and so do I because by this point, he’s reached my second hole, and the feeling is so intense. “Take it, take this big dick. This is what you wanted, huh” My eyes roll back “fuck yes, please don’t stop, fuck, I’m gonna pee myself, oh fuck.” That’s the first time someone has made me piss while getting fucked; he keeps pounding my hole and begins to moan as he unloads in my loose hole. “Welcome to the family,” he says as my hole is loose and leaking with his cum. He plops over on the bed and lets out a giggle; I think I wore him out 😈 they probably didn’t expect me to be this much of a slut. It's now around 4 am, and I'm still not tired; I feel so fucking high, and my hole is still throbbing for cock. For a brief moment, we all take a big sigh and go with the flow of things, but that moment is short since I’m instructed to hop on the host’s dick and start riding it. I do just that; I grab onto the headboard and bounce on that big cock up and down; the friend also gets up and grabs the pipe and makes me hit it; he watches with pleasure. Up and down I go, moaning and begging for more cock, feeling higher than a fucking kite! His friend leans into me and puts his dick in my hole, too, and I begin to get double penetrated; my hole is wet asf, probably because both of them have just unloaded into what was once a very tight hole. I don’t remember much after that, but I do have some recollection of getting fucked by some of their buddies. What was supposed to be an “ordinary” hook-up with a pig top turned out to be one of the most intense, dirtiest, and kinkiest moments that I’ve ever experienced. I can’t even describe how much of a pig I felt like and how Tina showed me how good of a whore I am 🥳😈. I should also mention that the guys were great to me, and the host even allowed me to stay at his place for about 2 weeks to get back to normal. I hope you enjoyed reading this story 🥳😶🌫️😈. -
This is a real life experience of mine that's pretty hot (at least to me!) on a number of levels - first it involves a military guy, a favorite type of mine; second it has a great (and ultimately harmless) revenge factor in it; and finally it took place in my early 20s and was my first encounter with doing T. Though my family was 4th generation New York City on both sides, my parents chose to move to the burbs 15 miles north of Manhattan before I was born (so of course, as soon as I went to College at 17, I went to a NYC university and moved myself BACK there!). Sometime around the time I was about 6 or 7, which would be 1968 or 1969, a feud among two groups of kids in my neighborhood evolved from screaming matches and minor mischief to an all-out "war" - of rotting apples no less - hurled with astonishing accuracy one late summer evening. The combatants included my older brother (now a police sergeant) and most of the other kids of the 13 - 16 year old age group. I was just an innocent by-stander who happened to be considered a prime target by the "bullies" my bro and his friends were fighting. Therefore, one of the toughest kids in the neighborhood, who was also an astonishingly good southpaw pitcher on the playing field, clocked me in rapid succession with an apple to the gut, and then one to the head. I went down like I was pole-axed, gasping to breathe as the wind had been knocked out of me... the result of seeing a little kid down and not breathing broke the battle up immediately and the "bullies" took off majorly chagrined. Within just a year or two, the kid who pegged me was shipped off by his parents to the military to get him under control... Fast forward to 1985. I had just finished a summer stock season and had 10 days before I was due at a regional theater in the midwest for a 5 month run. I had a guy subletting my apartment in NYC through 'til the end of that run, so I really couldn't go back to my apartment for the 10 days. My parents were cool with me staying in my old room in the 'burbs, so I was staying at the old homestead. I was horny - having lived in NYC since 1980 when I headed to college, I was used to sex anytime I wanted it - not just bars, but sex clubs, the Rambles in Central Park, the Trucks in the Village, bathhouses, the Y on 62nd Street, you name it. Back in those days even the burbs had gloryholes in almost every department store... so since I wanted sex and not chat with old buddies at the local gay bar, I popped over to the mall to see if there was any action. Sure enough, the T-room at Bamburgers was hopping - too busy to get anything done, really. I found myself cruising a real hottie - blond buzz cut, 'stache, mirrored sunglasses - screamed "MILITARY"! - and he was cruising me right back. With a jerk of his head to the door, he headed out and I followed. Out on the sales floor he says to me, "got anywhere to go?" and I told him no, I was staying with my parents for a few days. He laughs and says that he was in exactly the same situation! Both of us were very frustrated when he says, "you cool with doing it outside, so long as its somewhere no one could see us?". I told him that was great with me, lead the way. He had taken the bus, so we went to my car and I told him to direct me where we were going. Soon enough, we're headed down the main road my 'rents live on and I say "are we close?" and he said we were. I started to laugh and of course he asked why and I said, "because that green house up there is my parents house..." Turns out HIS parents lived right around the corner - I asked where we were going to play and he asked if I knew the path through the woods behind his house that led to an old cemetery. I knew it well and also knew the abandoned graveyard was not patrolled - it was an excellent suggestion on a warm summer night. He said he needed a few things from inside the house and I said I'd go drop the car back at my parents and meet him on the street in front of his house in five minutes. I dropped off the car and pulled my knapsack from the trunk, stuffing a picnic blanket into it, and returned to his parents house. He was waiting for me with a military rucksack, and I followed him along the side of the house into the back yard and on the path through the woods. There was a moon, so we could see, although everything was in stark contrast. I indicated his rucksack as we walked. "Military?" I asked. "Yep, army helicopter pilot on leave," was the response. "Damn hot" I told him. "You're pretty damn hot yourself, man" was his response. "You grew up to be real eye candy." I stopped walking for a second. "Wait a minute. Do I know you?" He started to chuckle, "I'm afraid you do, but you might not realize its me. I think I've owed you an apology for about 15 years...". And that was when I started to laugh along with him. "See," he said. "You do remember." "Kinda' hard to forget - you pitch a mean fastball..." "I pitch a mean fuck too, but I think I kind of owe it to you to let you start this thing on top..." "Damn straight, man." "Nothin' straight about it...". We both laughed. "So you're... John, right?" I said. "Yep," he said, "and if I recall, so are you?" I nodded as we both continued to chuckle. We came out of the woods at that point and came into the rear portion of the old cemetery. The land was cleared of trees but only a few tombstones were scattered around here and there - the main portion of the graveyard was up a 20 foot slope on the other side of the field. There were hundreds of monuments and tombstones and even a couple of crypts up there. We found a flat likely spot away from the path and screened by a few stones. I threw down the picnic blanket. I let him know that I had poppers and KY in my kit as we sat down. "Cool" he said, and pulled something out of his rucksack. It was a pipe made out of glass, and although I'd never seen one like it, it was not a pot pipe nor a crackpipe. He put something that looked like a big piece of road salt into it and heated it up from underneath with a lighter. "What is that?" I asked. "You not cool with getting high?" he replied. "No problem, I've done a bunch of different things, but what is that?" It being the '80s and having been a club kid all through university, I'd done pot, which bored me; and ecstasy, which made me throw up; and coke, which could be fun during sex, but damn expensive, and faded too fast. I wasn't interested in PCP or anything that would make me hallucinate, and crack was something I was leery of. He assured me it wasn't crack, it was crystal and after taking a big hit himself he leaned over and shotgunned it to me. The vapor was much smoother than any weed I'd ever had (I wasn't then and never have been a cigarette smoker) and it was easy enough to inhale from him. After I exhaled, he held the pipe up to my lips with the lighter underneath and told me to draw slow and steady. I did, amazingly not coughing like I would with 420, and after a few moments, exhaled a pretty big cloud of white vapor. "Excellent," he said. "Now take another big hit and shotgun it back to me." I did so, and the next few minutes were spent shotgunning hits back and forth and making out. It only took a little while for me to feel an effect and I thought it was awesome. "Fuck!" I said. "I thought I was horny before, this stuff has me ready to tear your clothes to shreds!" "Then let's get naked" he replied. We both started ripping our clothes off and tossing them aside - we were screened enough, and I was getting high enough that being totally naked where someone just might see us didn't concern me in the least. Turns out he had a great body (no surprise) with awesome pecs, with the right amount of blond fur all over. He was about two inches shorter than me, so about 5'10" but with that muscled chest he was a bit broader than my ripped but trimmer dancer frame and he outweighed me by probably 15 pounds. Our cocks were basically a match - average in length, but both fatter than normal and circumsized, though his ballsac hung down a LOT lower than mine did - I envied him that! Despite the tina, we were both sporting hardons. We did a few more puffs on the pipe while feeling each other up, then fell down into a 69, both of us sucking cock like our lives depended on it. I remember that cock being so amazing to suck and this went on for quite sometime, but I kept being distracted by little glimpses of paradise beyond his lowhangers. I came up for air... "Damn, I gotta get my tongue in your hole man...". "Yeah, baby," he replied. "Let's take another hit, then get your face in my ass and get it ready for your cock." Out came the lighter, white vapor curled, we puffed and shotgunned a few times and then he lay down on his back and lifted those legs. I pulled my poppers out of my bag. This was the real stuff in those days - amyl - and handed him the bottle. He took a big huff and passed them to me, and I took a huge huff as well. I got the top back on and slipped the bottle back in his hand just as they hit me and I went animal. I slid my knees on either side of him, pulled his legs way up and dove face first into that hairy hole. I was so intent on eating that hot manhole for all I was worth that I felt like I was shoving my tongue and half my head up his channel. He was nearly apoplectic with horniness as he thrashed and moaned under me, muttering "eat me man, eat me..." between moans for at least 15 minutes. Finally, I heard him huff the poppers and he said "Do it now man. FUCK ME!" I lowered his legs to my shoulders and dripped saliva onto my cock. No way I was stopping to find the KY now! He held the poppers under my nose while I did a hit, then returned the bottle to his nose while I slowly but steadily pressed into that butch butthole. Heaven. Between the poppers, the crystal, the fact that he was a hot military dude it was already one of my hottest fucks to date. That's when he pulled the final card. "Do me man! Fuck that hole. Punish me for being the fucked up bully I was to you. Take it out on my hole man - punish me good and make me your bitch tonight." THAT sent me into maniac mode. I literally roared (probably loud enough for some houses back in the neighborhood to hear if their windows were open) and WAILED on his hole. I fucked him missionary, I fucked him doggie, I pulled him onto my lap and made him ride me, then stood us up with his legs around my back and fucked him standing - which if I'd thought about it made us visible to anyone who happened to be cutting through the woods. We wound up back on the ground face to face when I finally blasted him full of cum, an orgasm that in my enhanced state felt like none I'd ever had before. "Now that was a grudge fuck for the ages, man. Way to go!" I remember him saying. "Let's puff up and then its my turn... you'll be amazed at the stamina this shit gives you." He put more rocks in the pipe and we puffed and made out and shotgunned and puffed. Then he had me stand up. "Show me that dancer butt you're going to give me." I turned around and heard him huffing poppers behind me then he grabbed my ass from his kneeling position and dove face into my crack. Locking my knees, I bent forward at the waist, and moaned as that tongue hit my hungry hole. I picked up the poppers and took two hits, closed the bottle then reached back and pulled my cheeks open further to allow his tongue better access. Then utilized my dancer's flexibility by wrapping my hands around my lower legs, sticking my head between my legs and licking and slurping on his balls and the tip of his cock. That set him off and he pulled away from my hole and hissed, "on your back, on your back, gotta fuck this ass...". Happy to oblige, I got on my back, spread and lifted my legs and smiled. He handed me the poppers, I hit them as he was spitting on his cock, and handed him back the bottle. His hard tool brushed my pucker as he took his hit and when the euphoria hit me I practically pulled him into me. No KY for me either, and I didn't seem to need it either (which was unusual for me, who topped way more than bottomed). His cock felt amazing, I'd never taken a cock so quickly, so easily and so comfortably before... the stuff in that pipe was freakin' awesome! He threw me an excellent fuck - as promised - and like I did with him, he changed our position a number of times. He got me back onto my back on the ground and skitched around to pull out the pipe and lighter and we traded hits with his cock still in me. When he put the equipment down he wrapped my legs over his back and leaned in and drove his tongue into my mouth, deeply frenching while he ground his cock in deep, slow, insistent circles in my willing hole and after a few minutes of this mind-blowing screwing, blew his wad into my butt and collapsed onto my chest laughing. When his cock deflated a bit and slipped out of me, he rolled over and got out the stuff to reload his pipe. It was obvious that neither of us was remotely close to being finished with this play session, just like he warned me. We puffed some more and then he smirked at me, "so both our slut holes are full of manjuice just waiting to be licked out man... up for it?". Hell yes I was! We each took a hit of poppers and threw ourselves into a violent anal 69 driving our tongues as far into each other's hairy hole in order to find the nectar there. We were both insane with lust, and loving every minute. We went on for a few more hours, fucking, sucking, rimming, 69ing and each dropped another load or two in the other's willing hole when we realized we probably should draw this to a close. It had to be around 3AM. We packed up and started walking back through the woods. As we walked I thanked him for bringing the pipe and told him I thought it was incredible. "That it is," he replied. "But I gotta tell ya' there's a bit of a downside. You probably won't be able to sleep tonight, but you should lie down and relax anyway... and you'll likely still be horny as hell in the morning. What's your day like tomorrow anyway?" I told him it was totally free and he smiled. "Excellent. I think I know a way we can continue this later... give me your parents number" (Remember, this was before cellphones). He turned aside to go into his house and promised to call me around 11AM. I got home and tiptoed up to my old room, where I basically lay on the bed tweaking my nips, jerking my cock or fingering my hole. It all felt just fine. Just after 11 he called and said he'd "figured it out" and to pick him up at noon at his parents. We drove back to the mall and he had me head to the area where the buses came in. A few minutes later, a bus pulled up and among those getting out was another military looking guy who I was told was coming with us, and that we had a room waiting at the Holiday Inn around the corner. His friend got in the car and introductions were made, and we laughed over us being, John, John and Sean. Sean was a square-jawed soldier, african-american taller than either of us but slimmer in build. While Sean and I stayed in the car around the corner from the office, John went into get keys. He came around the building and signaled us the room number. We waited for him to walk to it and open the door, then I parked and we went over to the room. I pulled my trusty knapsack with me and both of the guys had their rucksacks. Once in the room, John explained that Sean was also on leave, was a fuck buddy of his (though very carefully for both, as they were in active service) and that when Sean was home on leave, he was the one that could supply John, and now us, with those magic crystals. Sean had a water pipe with him which he loaded up and this was even smoother than the small straight pipe John and I used the night before. We puffed and puffed and shared smoke and the clothes came off... Sean proved to have another toned military body, and was pretty much hairless except pubes, eyebrows and head. His ass was beautiful and his cock was long and thin, definitely longer than either John's or mine. We got higher and then got to business, Sean's cock and ass proved as tasty as they looked, and what followed was an awesome three way where each one of us was fucked by each of the others, rimmed and sucked by each of the others, filled with cum by each of the others, and generally had an awesome chem-filled fuckapalooza. Though I had DP'd before as a top, and did so for both of these guys too, I had never had two cocks up MY butt at the same time... but after Sean pushed a few crystals up mine and I huffed on the poppers, I soon was sitting on two soldier's rifles at the same time... freakin' amazing! I was seriously glad that an older buddy had taught me how to be a good fisting top when I was 19 because at one point I had the two soldiers in front of me, on their knees side by side, while I had my whole hand and wrist in each manhole. It was truly awesome. I had done threeways before this in my young life, but none this hot. We played until Sunday morning, when I need to get home and they needed to get ready to finish their leave. Never did get to see either of them again, but DAMN, what a hot weekend, and what a great way to get back at a bully!
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