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1 The beginning TJ, that's my name and several years ago my life took a big turn. In the relationship with my then girlfriend, we experimented regularly. But it wasn't until she asked to try a threesome with an extra man joining us that something changed in me. We had agreed to meet at her apartment and the guest we had chosen together had arrived at the appointed time. We first drank something together to get the nerves down a bit and then my girlfriend put on a porn movie to increase the sexual tension a bit. My girlfriend got all the attention from both the guest and me. The clothes came off and without realizing it I looked at our guest's body in wonder and at my greatest astonishment my cock spontaneously got hard. He had a beautiful body and his dick was also quite nice. Of course I had already seen several cocks in my life, if you are in a wrestling team where the showers are communal you will see something passing by. But I never had anything sexual in mind. Everything was going as expected until one moment when I felt his hand around my hard cock. I was startled for a moment and looked at him with a look of what are you doing now and he said he was bi and thought he had seen in me a look that I wanted him too. I told him this was not the plan and that I was straight but my girlfriend thought it was hot and urged me to kiss him. To make my girlfriend happy and not to ruin the moment I moved my lips closer to his. My girlfriend pushed our mouths together and that's how I kissed another man for the first time in my life. To my great surprise the kiss did not feel strange, on the contrary it tasted like more and I kissed him more fiercely than in the beginning. The kiss was interrupted and I let him continue pulling on my cock while I continued playing with my girlfriend. Suddenly our guest took another step further and I felt his warm moist mouth sliding around my pole, I had no time to react as he pushed me onto my back and sucked firmly on my cock. This really was the best blow job I ever got but in my head this was not right. I wanted to make him stop but I had become too horny and couldn't control my cock and squirted my load into his mouth. Was it shame, or first realization. But when I had filled his mouth with my hot sperm I got up and put my clothes on and left. I said sorry but I can't do this, I don't want this. My girlfriend called out to me to stay but I was already out of the room. I heard our guest say to my girlfriend he may not know himself yet but at least he is bi if he is not gay because I have never seen a straight man get hard and squirt as fast as he does. Not long after the threesome with the guy, my relationship with my girlfriend ended. I struggled to place, process and talk about the experience with my girlfriend. She didn't want to continue with me because I was completely blocked. I threw myself completely into my studies because I was in my last year of pharmacy and still had 2 months to go. But that night kept playing in my head. I had trouble controlling my thoughts and feelings and had absolutely no idea how to proceed. Should I give in to the feeling that was deep inside or try to suppress it completely. I tried to suppress it during the last months of my studies but every time I met a girl it didn't feel the same as before. It frustrated me a lot and for a while I wasn't really a pleasant person to be with. I was easily angry, quickly sought out arguments and as a result I didn't hear my friends anymore because they had grown tired of my behavior. Fortunately, the exams were coming up and I was able to focus on them. I passed with flying colors and received my degree after all those years of hard work. My parents and brother attended the ceremony and were very proud of their oldest son/brother. My brother was 5 years younger and he would now also start his studies so he knew what to do when he saw me receive my diploma. I first took another month of well-deserved vacation before I would start looking for work. The idea of sex with a man was completely in the fridge and I felt like I was back to how I was before. I was dating girls again and it was almost back to the way it used to be. But you hear it, I said almost like before. Deep down inside my subconscious being, something continued to gnaw and a lack remained. One evening when I was alone at my apartment and had just written some application letters I scrolled over some porn sites to relieve some of the pressure from my tense balls and without thinking about it I had chosen a movie of a threesome where there were 2 bi men participating. The horny images came on the screen and I was playing with my cock. My imagination began to run wild again and got the feeling of that guy's warm moist mouth again. The images on the screen no longer mattered as I closed my eyes and was now completely in my own fantasy and felt my cum running down my hands. My horny feeling sank back as I squirted and what was safe in the fridge had returned to the surface. My thoughts whipped back in all directions. That night I didn't sleep much because I lay there all night thinking about my feelings. The next evening I had arranged to go out with some friends, it was a memorable evening. Because of the mixed feelings I was having, I had completely let myself go and had looked far too deeply into the glass. When I got home, in my intoxicated state, I had turned on my laptop and searched for a gay hookup website. Without really thinking much about it, I had created a profile and posted a job ad. Gender: Male Straight Age : 23 years old Height: 1m 80 tall Weight: 85 kg Body: Muscular Sport: Wrestler Hair: Hairy Dick size: 18 cm long 5 cm thick Role: unknown Experience: none Tell something more about yourself: Straight guy who is looking for himself and wants to know if sex with men is something for me. Who wants to let me experience and learn what it is to have sex with a man. What are you looking for: A man who wants to teach me and who can make me find myself so I won't be stuck with these mixed feelings anymore. TJ hit enter, folded his computer closed and went to sleep. It was around noon when Tj woke up and he opened his computer to see if he had gotten any responses to his application letters. But he saw that the hookup site was still open and so he was confronted with what he had done in his drunken state. At his great surprise, he saw that he had 7 unread messages. Tj's heart pounded in his throat, what was he to do now. He put his hands in front of his eyes and thought for a moment. This might not have been such a bad idea, maybe this way he could really find out what he wants. He looked back at the screen and he read the messages one by one. The first 6 messages were way too direct and he had a feeling those men would not be able to give him what he was looking for. The last message was from Peter. Hello unknown young man. I am Peter Wright, 43 years old, single for a while but a man with a lot of experience. Experience I would like to share with you. If you let me, I would like to introduce you to the world of male sex. Send me your picture and what you want to experience and then we can meet. Peter had attached a picture of himself and Tj felt his cock spontaneously get hard. Peter was a big muscular bear, had a muscular chest and matching six-pack. His head was shaved and it looked great on him. TJ thought for a moment whether he would answer but he felt he had to do this. Hi Peter, I'm TJ, thanks for your message back. I'll be honest, last night in a drunken stupor I made this profile and was just now shocked at what I did. However, what my profile says is how I feel. I got a blow job a few months back during a threesome with my girlfriend from the guy we had agreed to meet with, my relationship with my girlfriend broke up after that because I don't know what to do with my feelings. What I want to experience, to be honest. I don't know, I don't know if I will really be able to meet up with a guy and have sex with him, I don't know how far I want to go into it but I do know that I want these feelings out of my system and I also know to get rid of these feelings that I will have to do something. So you will have to help me and I think I will indicate at the time how far I can go. Tj attached some more pictures of himself and with a trembling hand he pressed send. That same evening he received a reply back. TJ, I understand you, if you feel like it, you can come by my place. We can have a drink together and see how it goes. By the way, you look very nice. Should it turn out that you would fall for men, you would definitely be well in the market 😉 Peter had also given his nr so they could chat faster with each other through Whatsapp Tj read the message and he felt a warm glow come over him. This felt good. He could definitely do this because there were no strings attached. He took out his cell phone and put in Peter's number and immediately sent him a Whatsapp Peter, I think it's best we meet as soon as possible then so I don't have to think about it too long. Can you make it tomorrow night? Hi Tj, I wasn't expecting you so soon. Tomorrow night I already have plans can you do Saturday night? TJ: yes Saturday is good for me P: ok fine. P: I'll send you the address then. P: not to put any pressure on you but make sure you are internally clean, you never know where we will end up. Tj: internally clean? What do you mean? P: yes you are still unfamiliar with everything that comes with it, I'll forward you a link with what I mean. Tj was forwarded the link and started to get a little cold feet. Peter had just asked him to rinse his ass, that meant he might want to fuck. TJ: I will rinse but do not know if I am ready for this yet. P: yes I know but you never know where the night will take us is just a precautionary measure TJ: ok then. Tj was already full of excitement on Friday and when it was 6 pm on Saturday he was up with nerves. Would he go to the appointment, was he ready for this. Did he really want this. At 6:15 pm he got a message from Peter. P: hopefully you don't have too many nerves, there's no need for that. You just come for a drink at a friend's place and we'll see what happens. I expect you at 8 pm at the following address. Peter lived 40 min away and the message made TJ calm down again. He stepped into the shower, washed and then began his first rinse. He was still a bit clumsy at it but after a few tries he managed to give his ass a rinse and after a few rinses he was clean. He got dressed he got into his car and without giving it any further thought he drove to Peter's house. Peter lived on a small ranch just outside of town. His house was stand-alone and within a one-mile radius there was not a living soul to be found. Tj's heart pounded in his throat and with clammy and buckling knees he stepped out. A small voice in his head tried to stop him. Are you sure Tj, are you sure you want to go through with this. But TJ persevered, no matter how nervous he was. He needed to know if those feelings he had were real and if he was into men or not. He stepped to the door and wanted to push the bell but it was no longer necessary the door opened. TJ's heart stopped for a moment and he felt a tightness. Peter stood in the doorway and Tj looked with admiration at the big sturdy man standing in front of him. He looked even more imposing and handsome in person than in the pictures. Peter held out his hand. P: Hi TJ, I'm glad you came. Come on in. Tj followed Peter into the living room and they sat down in the sofa. P: are you still in control of your nerves buddy TJ: not at all actually. P: hahaha that's not necessary for anything. Like I said let's talk a bit and we'll see what the evening brings good. TJ felt his body calming down, Peter was as he thought he would be. Sincere and sensitive. TJ: that sounds good to me. P: would you like something to drink, I can't offer you much though. I only have tonic in the house because I haven't been able to go to the store. TJ: yes is good for me. Tj didn't really like tonic it was way too bitter for him but didn't want to disappoint his host. Peter on the other hand was actually not that sincere and sensitive. He was actually just planning to drug Tj, pick his flower and send him back out on the street full of his cum. But Peter was impressed by TJ's appearance. He saw potential in the guy sitting in front of him; instead of dumping TJ after one fuck, he could groom and train him so that he would become the perfect slut, slave and houseboy for him. TJ would be perfect for it. But for that he would have to change his plan. This evening should not be about Peter's pleasure and desires but about TJ's, he should be able to make him desire more. So that he could strike later and take him in. Peter went to the kitchen, the amount of G that he was normally going to administer TJ he halved, so that TJ would get into a light intoxication but not be completely fucked up. P: here buddy TJ accepted the glass of Tonic and took a big swig. P: tell me, how exactly is it that you are suddenly looking for male sex. Tj started to carefully tell his story and meanwhile drank his glass empty. After half an hour, he felt himself becoming completely calm and couldn't take his eyes off Peter anymore . Peter noticed that his guest was beginning to come under the influence of the administered G. P: so if I understand correctly you actually want to have sex once and see what it does to you. TJ: yeah something like that yeah. P: and do you feel anything for me. I mean do you see in me the person you want to experience that with. The G was doing its job well because Tj's inhibitions were greatly reduced. TJ: god yes, you look incredibly handsome. P: nice to hear. P: may I sit closer to you. Tj turned red in his face. TJ: yes please. Peter sat down closer P: may I touch you. TJ nodded and bit his lower lip. Peter put his big firm hand on Tj's leg and began to gently move upward. P: if it goes too fast let me know. TJ: ok TJ breathed heavier at feeling the fondling he received from Peter. Peter gently felt TJ's cock and it was bingo, TJ's cock was already hard. He also felt that he TJ was well supplied between his legs. With his other hand he went through TJ's hair and pushed his head closer to him. P: may I kiss you? Tj: hmmm yes Tj had already become fairly turned on by the G and the fondling and opened his mouth. He felt Peter's lips touching his lips and Peter's tongue entering his mouth. Tj moaned slightly with excitement and pleasure. Peter was doing his job thoroughly and well. Like a true gentleman, he made Tj enjoy his first moment with a man. He gently pushed Tj onto his back and continued to kiss and caress him. He went under the T-shirt with his hand and sought TJ's nipples. The two were kissing lovingly for at least 10 min when Peter began to pull Tj's T-shirt off. Tj allowed it and helped Peter remove his shirt and then put his hands on Peter's chest and looked at him longingly. He pulled him back toward him so they would kiss again but Peter placed his lips on Tj's muscular chest and began to lick him and play with his beautifully shaped nipples. TJ was completely in the moment and completely surrendered to Peter. He now took off Peter's T-shirt and looked with admiration at the trained and hairless and tattooed body of the man who would teach him what it is to be with a man. Tj could no longer contain himself and kissed Peter's chest and licked his pierced nipples. The game between the two continued for a while until Peter sat up straight. P: everything ok TJ: yeah, I didn't expect it but this is better than I imagined. P: do you want to stop here or do you want to continue. Tj looked longingly at Peter and whispered Tj: continue. I want more. Peter pulled Tj straight P: follow me, we need a better place then. Peter took Tj hand and escorted him to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom Peter took hold of Tj and started kissing him back full of desire. Tj startled himself but his hands were looking for the button of Peter's jeans and undid them. Peter did the same to Tj and both men's pants fell to the floor. Peter's hands took hold of the firmly formed bulge in TJ's tight-fitting boxer. TJ broke the kiss closed his eyes and moaned. Peter took hold of his head again and kissed him again. He took hold of Tj's hand and placed it on his firmly padded boxer. Peter took hold of Tj's ass and squeezed both jaws firmly. Tj felt how big Peter's soft cock was and looked at him with big amazed eyes. He had never experienced this feeling of horniness before, he had not expected this at all. Peter pushed Tj onto the bed and lay down on him and began to lick and kiss Tj's body again. Tj took hold of Peter's bald head and thoroughly enjoyed this blissful moment. Peter came to the boxers and kissed Tj's hidden cock and bit the boxers and pulled them down with his teeth. Tj groaned because he knew what was about to happen. His stiff and leaking cock would emerge. Peter saw the moist glans emerge and licked at it with his tongue. Tj breathed more heavily and feeling the tongue and more pre-cum came out of his straining cock. Peter pulled TJ's boxers all the way off and took TJ's cock in his mouth all the way down his throat. Carefully he began to suck him because he knew your boy would probably squirt soon. TJ enjoyed the moment but knew himself that he would squirt soon and he didn't want it to be over already and pulled Peter back up and started kissing him back. P: wasn't it good Tj: oh yeah, it's more than good. So good in fact that I would like to cum spontaneously but don't want it to be over already. Peter heard this gladly, his plan to make the evening only around Tj's pleasure worked. P: ok then, do you want to try it yourself or are you not ready for that yet. Tj: I want to try but can't promise I'll be able to do it P: I understand Peter turned on his back and now TJ came and lay on top of him. They kissed again and then Tj licked his way down. When he got to Peter's boxer shorts he kissed Peter's still hidden cock and then looked deep into his eyes. He pulled down boxer shorts and Peter's monster came out. TJ: oh fuck, this one is huge. Peter laughed. Tj moved closer with his mouth to Peter's cock and smelled the smell of other man's cock for the first time, he didn't expect it but it made him even hornier than he already was. TJ felt Peter's hands lightly grip his head. TJ was enchanted by the giant cock in front of him. Although he was frightened, and all sorts of things were happening in his head he couldn't help but take hold of the cock. He took hold of Peter's cock and began to lightly pull on it. He kissed Peter's lower abdomen, placed the cock against his cheek and sighed deeply. He pulled the cock away and looked at it for a moment. P: you shouldn't do anything if you don't want to huh. TJ: I know but I want to try but don't know how. P: otherwise lick the glans, then place your lips on it. Tj opened his mouth and placed his tongue on Peter's glans. His heart was beating violently now from the excitement and horniness. The first touch of his tongue was liberating and the taste of the pre-cum he tasted was much better than he had imagined. Before long, his lips were kissing Peter's thick mushroom. Peter placed his hands back lovingly on TJ's head. P: Just let it slide into your mouth. You're doing great Tj listened to his mentor and let the hardening cock slide into his mouth. Tj did have to open his mouth fully to get Peter's fat cock in his mouth but it was all worth it because once the cock came into his mouth and he got the full taste of cock in his mouth he was completely sold. He groaned and let the cock slide as deep into his mouth as he could because he wanted more. More of that heavenly taste, more of the blissful rod. He looked longingly at Peter. P: oh fuck, you're a natural. Hmmm Peter let TJ enjoy his blissful cock for a while without saying anything or giving him encouragement. Tj's blowjob technique certainly still needed a lot of work but for a first time this could definitely pass for Peter. He pulled TJ back up and kissed him fiercely. The game between the two continued like this for a while until Peter was sucking Tj again and stopped for a moment. P: did you do what I asked you before you came here. Tj knew what Peter meant and nodded. P: ok then Peter took hold of Tj's lower back and lifted him up and put a pillow under his ass. He pulled the jaws of Tj's ass apart and Peter saw Tj's cherry come out. P: Do you trust me? Tj nodded. That was all Peter needed and he buried his face in Tj's ass and licked his virgin cherry. Tj had never experienced such a blissful feeling. The feeling of a tongue licking his sphincter was the best feeling he had ever experienced and he slammed his two hands against his head and moaned in pleasure. Tj: Oh my god, oh fuck this is heavenly. Peter knew he had Tj where he wanted him and knew the boy would definitely come back. He gently pushed his ring finger against TJ's sphincter, but he immediately realized that it wouldn't work this way. He took the bottle of poppers that was next to the bed and turned it open. P: these are poppers, you have to sniff this through each nostril a few times for as long as you can. It will help you relax your sphincter and it will also make you feel better. You shouldn't be afraid it doesn't work for long. Tj took hold of the bottle and sniffed through each nostril 3 times for as long as he could. He felt his head start to spin and an even hornier feeling came to the surface, handed the bottle back to Peter and then fell backwards on the bed. Peter by now had taken lube and smeared Tj's cherry with lube. He placed his finger back against Tj's flower and the flower opened and let the finger in. Tj was in supreme ecstasy from feeling Peter's finger in his hole. Peter drove the speed a bit and introduced a second finger and let Tj continue to enjoy it. Tj: this is amazing, oh fuck. I want to squirt. I want to squirt! Peter stopped fingering. P: let's cum together. Tj: yeah that's good. P: where do you want me to cum. Tj hesitated for a moment but he was too horny Tj: I want to taste your seed. Peter turned so they were lying in a 69 position P: let's shoot into each other's mouth then okay? Peter could squirt almost on command, so his plan was to squirt himself first into Tj's mouth and then let Tj squirt his seed. Tj took peter's cock in his mouth and started sucking it like mad. P: oh baby I am going to squirt, are you ready. Peter meanwhile took Tj's cock in his mouth and started sucking it too. It did not take long also Tj was going to squirt and Peter made him cum, Tj heard how Peter started panting heavier and faster and he felt how Peter's cock filled his mouth with seed. It excited Tj so much that he too dumped his seed into Peter's mouth. Tj's mouth was still filled with Peter's seed and although it didn't taste bad he didn't know what to do with it and let it spill out of his mouth. Peter had swallowed Tj's seed and watched his seed get lost on the sheets of the bed. He took hold of Tj and kissed him passionately. After they took a breath P: did you enjoy it Tj: it's weird to say but actually yes. P: would you like to come back again for a 2nd round. TJ: I think so TJ put on his clothes and went back home. The following days he sat almost all the time thinking about the moment with Peter, he was amazed at how smoothly everything had gone and he began to realize that he definitely had to be at least bisexual. Peter had left Tj alone for a few days but after the 3rd day he sent a whatsapp anyway. Hey TJ, hopefully you enjoyed your first experience there as much as I did myself. If you still feel like it and if you can you come back Saturday for a 2nd round. When Tj lifted his cell phone and saw that the message was from Peter he got a warm feeling inside. He read the message and sent back. Hey Peter, I'll see you on Saturday. The second date was almost a copy of the first, only with the difference that now Tj was not so tense and he did not cum so fast. Peter had also been able to get him to play with his ass more and by the time Tj went home he could tolerate three fingers in his still virgin ass. What was also different when TJ went home was that he was beginning to have genuine feelings for Peter and Peter realized this. In the days that followed, Peter did not leave Tj alone and sent him loving and sexual messages that made TJ's head spin even more and pushed his feelings toward Peter even further. By that it was Wednesday night TJ himself sent to Peter asking if he could meet again on Saturday. Peter sent back. Hey TJ unfortunately I can't meet up this weekend because I will be away all weekend. But I will be honest with you. What we have now is way too limited for me. I know you're only in the exploratory stage but that's long over for me. I know what I want and that is more than what is happening now. I am a proud gay top who loves to fuck a pussy, I love being able to take a slut/slave in charge and be able to train him and use him at my will. I am a true BDSM master. I understand that you may not be ready for that yet but it is what I want. But I can't deny that I feel nothing for you and would love to introduce you into my world and train you into what you can become because I see a lot of potential in you and I am sure you will love this too. Should you be interested in this I would love to see you again. But please know that you would then have to come and live with me for at least 3 months because training to become a perfect slave and slut does take some time. You would then also have to give yourself completely to me and do and undergo everything I ask of you. What happens after your training I leave completely up to you but know if you still want to stay with me after that you certainly can because again I have gotten feelings for you in this short time. I also want to be open and honest with you. I am HIV positive but take medication and am undetectable so there is definitely no danger to you. I understand this is very much to take in and I don't expect an immediate answer either. Otherwise, let this sink in and then make a decision. I also don't expect any more messages from you this week and you won't get any from me because I don't want to influence you. Know that I am expecting you next week and then you have to make your choice whether to come or not to come. But then also know that we won't see each other again if you don't come. I hope in the meantime that I will see you because I would so love to introduce you to the real world of men's sex. Peter's message hit TJ like a bomb. Training, BDSM, slut, slave, at least 3 months and HIV. The first thing TJ wanted to do was walk away and never think about this again, he was just exploring and hadn't even had anal sex yet. What did he have to throw himself directly into such a fierce adventure. The first few days TJ did not know what to do with himself at all, all sorts of things were going through his mind but by Tuesday night he made up his mind . What did he have to lose, he had no job, his friends he heard very little, his feelings for Peter were real, the unknown he also found very exciting and because of his training in pharmacy he knew better than anyone else that indeed you can be undetectable if you have HIV and then there is no risk, besides there was also such a thing as condoms he thought and what were 3 months in a lifetime. Tj would go for it and he sent to his parents that he would not be reachable for a few months because he wanted to follow a course abroad. With his last savings he paid the rent of his apartment for 4 months and by Saturday he had everything arranged and was ready for his new adventure. As he got ready to leave for Peter the nerves did start to surface he felt his stomach start to contract and again the little voice in his head came wondering if this was the best decision. But again TJ press forward and put his suitcase in the car and left for Peter. When he arrived at Peter's he saw that the front door was already open, he went in and thought he would see Peter but he didn't. He saw that there was a table ready and went to it. On the table Tj saw a filled glass two letters a leather collar with a lock a jockstrap and a blindfold. Tj took hold of the letter and read it. Bye Tj, I'm glad you came. In front of you you see some things lying around. A contract, a collar, jockstrap, blindfold and a filled glass. The glass is filled with tonic and G, G is a drug that you will receive very often in your training and that will make you submissive, willing and horny. Now still you get to choose a penultimate time. You have 3 options. 1 you leave and we never see each other again. 2 you empty the glass and we have a nice evening but then it stops. 3 you empty the glass, put the leather collar around your neck and hang the lock on it and sign the contract. If you choose the 3rd and which I am actually hoping for then this was your penultimate choice made for the next 3 months. The last choice you may then make is for during your training but you will see that then. If you don't leave and choose option 3 then you empty your glass, sign the contract, take off your clothes, put on the collar and lock it. You put on the jockstrap and go upstairs there you wait in the middle of the room on your knees with the blindfold on. When you are upstairs you press the bell and I will come up in twenty minutes. That's how long the G needs to work because I want you willing and submissive. With trembling hand he took the second letter and pen. Contract. I TJ agree to the rules my master will impose on me. I will obey him and do what he asks otherwise he may punish me according to his will. I also give him all decision right to do with me whatever he wants. I am his possession and have no decision right myself for a period of 3 months. Master will train and mold me in the image he has in mind. But will let me return home healthy unless otherwise decided by mutual agreement. Signed TJ TJ felt he was getting tremendously nervous, this was serious. This was no longer child's play but this was for real. He read the contract a few more times and looked again at the items in front of him. Was he really ready for this. He had never smoked before, let alone taken drugs, and to his feeling it would not stop at this one time. He had also never been fucked before, would he be able to handle this. Would he be able to give himself completely to a man. Doubt struck him. He looked at the contract again and pulled himself together and with a trembling hand he signed the contract and gave up his right to decide. From now on Peter would decide what happened to him. When he had signed he felt as if a burden had fallen from his shoulders. He thought the hardest part was behind him. But then he looked at the glass. He would have to drug himself; this was another milestone he had to overcome. But he took the glass placed it to his lips and drank it in 1 gulp. The taste was terrible and he struggled to keep it down. He took off his clothes and put on the jockstrap, also put on the leather collar and clicked the lock shut, he took the blindfold, left everything and went upstairs. Upstairs he saw that there was a door open and entered the room he pressed the bell, closed the door and got down on his knees in the middle of the room and put on the blindfold. He felt his heart racing briskly and felt he was nervous. Nervous for what was to come, for what he would experience and what he would become. Time moved slowly and every minute took an eternity, but as time went on he felt himself getting calmer and hornier. Wanting to be touched, he breathed deeper and heavier. Tj began to touch his body with his hands and began to moan lightly. For a moment he was in his own horny world and everything around him disappeared. His fantasies surfaced and his horniest dreams shot through his mind. Then he heard the door open and his head was grabbed. P: I am glad to see you, you have made me a happy master this evening. You finished your first assignment well and I'm glad you signed the contract and that I get to train you. TJ: thank you peter. I feel so horny. Peter Tj a light tap to the back of his head. P: We do need to make some arrangements first. The most important ones are, do what is asked, never argue, only talk when I tell you to say something and don't refuse. This first time I forgive you because you didn't know the rules yet. If you break them again I will punish you. If you refuse or contradict then the training will stop and you will be outside and from now on you will no longer address me as Peter but as Sir or Master. I will also no longer address you as TJ but in any way I feel like. Did you get that bitch. Tj's head was already rising to the clouds but had understood what Peter had just explained to him the other day. Tj: yes sir. P: ok slut. Then we can start your training.
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The Brothel Part 1 My name is Jaxx, and I own one of the biggest, most infamous criminal businesses in America. I've dedicated my life to spreading drug addiction, diseases, and prostitution, and this is the story of how it all started. When I was 35, I thought I was the shit. I was a tan 6'4" cue-ball made of 280 pounds of pure, bulging, tattooed muscle. Some people called me a meathead, but fuck them. When I got angry or aggressive (which was often), everyone shut the hell up. If I wanted a hole to fuck, I could pick from any number of holes that were begging me to fuck them. However, I now admit I was struggling to stay afloat. I lived alone then in a run-down basement apartment in the hood of Philadelphia. I hadn't talked to my family in over 7 years - I had been living with my parents until I was 28. They kicked me out after 10 years of me doing nothing but amateur porn, smoking weed in the house, and bringing girls and fags home to fuck. Took them long enough, I guess, but being a small-time straight male pornstar barely pays at all, so I started dealing drugs too. I mainly sold meth, crack, and coke, but I pushed a little bit of everything, including rarer gems like GHB and K. I had to deal with all kinds of fucked up customers, many of them flaky and shady as hell. One day, one of my customers gave my contact to this boy named Chris. To this day, I don't know Chris' last name, even though I've known him for years. Chris was only 18 at the time and was still finishing high school. He had lost his virginity much earlier than that apparently, but it wasn't until he was old enough to be active on hook-up sites and get into gay bars and clubs did he try Tina for the first time. By the time he had decided to buy from me, he had already tried it a few times, and the bottom boy lived for it. I arranged for Chris to meet me by the parking garages at the end of the street at 10PM. By the time I walked down there at 9:50, Chris was already there waiting, looking suspicious and lost. My eyes widened. It was love at first sight. And that, I mean I knew I needed to fuck him. Even then, I had thoughts of how I'd ruin his life. Chris was the type of boy who was probably timid and sometimes picked on because he was gay but was so gorgeous it would've been impossible for him not to know it. Given his track record with sleeping around town, I'm guessing he did know. He was 5'8", toned just enough that he had pretty defined arms and chest but wasn't at all big. He had soft golden blond hair in spikes like a surfer, sported a deep tan, had the whitest teeth and most brilliant blue eyes I've ever seen, and a charming boyish smile that screamed of innocence. I knew he wasn't all innocent though. He had a deep arc in his lower back that thrust out his juicy ass, which he accented with tight skinny jeans that sagged just a little. His tan skin was perfectly smooth, so something tells me he shaves or waxes. He had two big studs in his ears, and he wore this crazy low-cut shirt that was so tight his nipples stood right out. The boy looked like a slut. Everything about his appearance says he likes men and wants men. At that moment, I instantly changed my mind about the deal. "Hey. Chris?" I asked rhetorically. I reached out my hand, which looked gigantic compared to his. "Y-Yeah. You're Jaxx, right?" He put his delicate baby-soft hand into mine, and I almost crushed it with my firm grip. "That's me. Pleasure to meet you, babe. How about we head over to my place?" I offered. His eyes lit up, and I smiled a devilish grin. I knew this boy was attracted to me, and he was excited to think that maybe I was attracted to him too. I was, and I am. I grinned and placed my hand on his ass and guided him in the direction of my apartment. I led him down a staircase coming from the sidewalk into the basement floor, where we walked to end of the hall. The door in front was the boiler room. The door to the right was my apartment. I sensed he was little scared, but also excited. My place is just a fuck den and nothing more. It's enough to freak any unsuspecting young boy out, but then again he came here to buy my drugs and probably hoped to take my dick, so he wasn't going to back out. My whole place consisted of only two rooms and a bathroom. The door opens to the main room. In one corner of the room was my bed, or really just a mattress on a frame with a sheet covering it. Two dirty pillows, no headboard. In another corner was a computer and TV-monitor. Against the wall were my clothes strewn across the dirty concrete floor - a messy tumble of jeans, wife-beaters, socks, sneakers, and boots. A table in a third corner had all kinds of junk and a microwave on it. The trash was overflowing, and most of it was on the ground around it. Little empty drug baggies mixed themselves in with empty beer cans and bits of litter and debris. The second room, which I call the cave, I kept locked, was smaller, and consisted of a mattress, several locked cabinets packed to the brim with drugs, a suitcase for distribution, and various drug paraphernalia lying around. On a little nightstand stood a glass bong and a tray with a pipe, torches, butane, points, plastic syringes, etc. Several half-full bottles of poppers and various oily lubes were littered on and around the mattress. Finally, the bathroom looked akin to a gas station bathroom. No additional explanation needed. Chris stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to be. I unlocked the cave and led him inside onto the mattress. I sat him down, picked up the glass bong and a fat bag of crystals, then liberally poured the stuff into the bowl piece. "You're a new customer, so let me smoke you up. First one's on me," I said as I started melting the crystals. "And if you keep me company and smoke with me tonight, I'll give you the ball for half the price I said it was." Chris' face lit up with excitement, and he even shined his pearly white teeth. Before he could respond verbally though, I pressed the mouthpiece of the bong to his lips and told him to pull. The clouds rolled furiously as the bong grew into an opaque, almost yellowish white. He struggled to take as much of it as he could, but he had to do it in two breaths. When he exhaled, his clouds were cotton-thick. "Oh shit," he coughed. It was so hot watching him. He was bewildered by the bong hits and I could tell he was already feeling fuzzy and good. I love a lightweight. "Holy fuck, that was a lot." I then gave myself a huge hit too. As soon as I sucked a fiendish cloud into my lungs, I pressed my lips to his and shotgunned it into him. He gulped it down with some trouble, and the clouds billowed out from his mouth. "Fuck yeah," he mumbled, beginning to touch himself through his shirt restlessly. He saw me eyeing him, and then flushed with embarrassment. The T was fucking with his body heat, and he was already sweating. "You feel good, babe?" I asked. "Yeah, I feel real good. Can I take another hit?" he asked. "Hell yeah. Tonight, you can take as many hits as you want." He looked at me like I was his hero. If he wasn't already halfway to becoming a Tina whore, he probably would've realized I was actually a bad man. I passed the bong to him and lit the torch for him again, keeping the flame there to force him to take another monstrous hit he couldn't handle. I watched him cough and choke, then pretended to care and ask if he was OK. I didn't give a shit if he was OK. I kissed him softly on the lips after every time I shot-gunned my hit to him and asked him if he was feeling good. Little did he know, feeding him my leftover clouds would be the only time I'd ever kiss him like that. At that point, I had already decided Chris wasn't going to be a customer. He was going to be my whore, and I was feeding him hits I was already planning on how to enslave him. You see, I installed a secret camera built into a clock on the nightstand. I already have a tape of Chris smoking T, but that's only the beginning. Over the course of the following few weeks, the camera would capture Chris doing cocktails of drugs multiple times as well as getting bred by quite an array of anonymous men. I'd then blackmail Chris to being my live-in whore if he didn't want the videos released to his friends and family and the internet...and then I planned to do it anyway. Once he's living with me, he'll become fully dependent on drugs, and I'll start selling his pussy and videos of him getting fucked. The rest is just making him follow a fitness plan and taking care of his body to keep him sexy and healthy enough in face of all that I was going to put him through. I got more excited about my plans for Chris looking at his pure face. Just thinking about how I'm going to be the one responsible for turning this innocent boy into a piece of whore trash that's gonna get violated by so many sleazy men without remorse...it turned me on a hell lot. After we cleared two rounds of the bong, I set it down and decided it was time to enjoy what would soon be mine. Without ceremony, I slid my hand under Chris' shirt. My hand's giant, muscled silhouette was visible down to the vein through his skin-tight shirt until it reached his pecs. I glazed my fingers over his nipples, savoring them. His skin was so smooth and warm I heard myself groan with lust. Even though he turned a little red and was clearly nervous, he didn't protest. Partly because he liked and trusted me, partly because he was spun, and partly just because he was another easy, slutty faggot. I slowly lifted his shirt up his body, not fully undressing him. Before he knew what was happening, he was underneath me on the mattress, his jeans unbuttoned, with one of my hands still groping his nipples and the other hand sliding underneath his briefs, down his dick and balls and resting over his hole. To be continued.
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I’m a 37 y/o husky San Diego resident with a more than passing interest in hedonism and depravity. Looking for a more experienced person or group to ease me into new experiences and then push my limits at their discretion Interests include pnp, fisting, hole play, hands free orgasm/sissygasm, bound edging, machines Open to most things. Let me know what you’re into.
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Chapter 1 – We Meet I first saw Jeff at a party some friends had dragged me to. I’m not much of a “let’s go to a party” guy, but they were insistent that I come along. I did have a pretty good time, and meeting Jeff was a highlight for me. We locked eyes across the host’s living room. He’s just my type: dad bod, bearded, balding, but with some hair peeking out of his shirt and a few visible tattoos. It made me wonder if there were other tattoos in less highly visible places. He’s shorter than me and looked like a solid guy. A little about me. I’m in my 50s, but most people think I’m younger. I’m a little over 6’ tall and weigh around 190. I’m in pretty good shape due to hiking in the warmer months and skiing when it’s cold. My chest, arms, legs, and ass are hairy. I usually have some sort of facial hair going on. When I met Jeff, I was also sporting a full beard. It has some grey in it. Dating and long-term relationships have been a challenge for me. I like to have sex with a lot of different partners, and that can be a barrier for some guys. On top of that, there’s my playroom and specific desires. My playroom has everything needed for serious ass play since that’s what I really like. I can work over a guy’s hole and then flip so that he can work over mine. That involves cocks, tongues, fingers, dildos, fists, and whatever else we might want to shove into each other. And, I like to party too. Anyway, about Jeff. I noticed him hanging out on the other side of the room when I first walked in. There were probably about 40 people there, but I was intrigued by Jeff. I asked my friends if they knew anything about him, but they didn’t. Then, they wandered off for some drinks and food. I wandered through the room, greeting a few people I knew but trying to keep my eye on Jeff. At one point, I didn’t see him anywhere in the room, and I hoped he hadn’t left. I went to where he had been standing and tried to look cool as I surveyed the crowd. Someone bumped into me, and I turned towards them. It was Jeff! We started chatting, and he told me he had noticed me when I walked in (blushing!) and hoped we might talk at some point. He had gone to the bathroom and planned to come over to me when he saw me in his old spot. We introduced ourselves and shook hands. His handshake was firm, and I noticed his hand was also quite hairy. Hairy hands often mean a very hairy body, and I hoped to find out if that was true. He had a deep and sexy voice and very full lips. We talked a little about general things, but his friends came over and said they were ready to leave. He suggested we exchange contact info, and I happily obliged, trading numbers with him. Then, he and his friends left. Shortly after, I felt my phone vibrate and saw that he had texted me. In it, he suggested that we get together to get to know each other better. That sounded good, but I played it cool and waited a bit to reply. In my reply, I suggested dinner at my house the following Friday. He agreed. We texted back and forth during the week, getting the important details about dinner, like whether he ate meat (yes!), red or white wine (red, or beer), and if there was anything he really disliked. To that question, he replied that he was pretty much open to trying anything once. I hoped that carried through to other areas of his life. Friday came, and I had prepared a simple but nice dinner. I made my classic beef stroganoff, served over noodles, plus some peas. That was served with a hearty red wine. I didn’t pull out the good china or go all out with candles on the table since I didn’t want to freak him out, but it was a good way to get to know each other. I put on a pair of comfy but well-fitting jeans and a nice button-down shirt. I was wearing an orange jockstrap under it all in case we decided to take things further as the evening progressed. When Jeff showed up, he was dressed similarly. Of course, I didn’t know what he had on for underwear, but I hoped I might find out. He had brought a bottle of wine, too, so I swapped his bottle in place of my original. Before we ate, we sat in the living room and chatted. We discussed the standard stuff: work, hobbies, trying to find mutual friends, and so on. There was some suggestive talk, but I wanted to see how the evening progressed. We sat down to dinner. Jeff complimented me on the meal, saying he liked to cook too and that the next meal should be at his house. I liked that idea. When we finished, we sat around the table talking, and then I decided to clear the plates. Jeff told me to sit, and he would take them into the kitchen for me. So, he was courteous, too! When he leaned down to get my plate, I looked up at him, and he went in for a kiss. His lips were soft, and his beard felt great against my face. It was a short kiss, but it let us both know where the evening might lead. Jeff took everything into the kitchen and put it in the sink. When he came back to the table, he put out his hand to me. I took it, stood up, and went in for a deeper and more intense kiss. We were hugging and feeling each other up as we made out like teenagers. I suggested we go back to the sofa in the living room, and we walked there hand in hand. Damn, it was just like being a kid again! Once in the living room, we sat close to each other and continued our kissing and groping. My hand went into his shirt first, feeling up his chest and nipples. His nipples were large and pierced, and his chest was wonderfully furry. Then, he dove his hand into my shirt to feel up my hairy chest. No piercings, but my nipples are sensitive and enjoy being worked. As he was groping me, I stared into his eyes and began to unbutton his shirt. I pulled it out of his jeans and helped him remove it. This was a damn nice body. Jeff had a great chest with a dense forest of fur. The metal from his piercings glistened in the low light and lured me in. He had a few more tattoos. One large bird was centered on his chest and he had another on his back. They looked great in his forest of hair. I bent down to lick around his left nipple and then took it into my mouth. His low groan told me how much he liked that, so I worked one and then the other. By now, he had removed my shirt and was stroking my back as I sucked his nipples. While I was mouthing his tits, my hands were rubbing around the back waistband of his jeans. I was happy to find that he had some hair at the base of his back. My hands dipped into his jeans to find out if his ass was hairy too. I discovered that he, too, was wearing a jockstrap! My hands slid down through the waist strap and began to explore his hairy crack. With his jeans on, my hands couldn’t get too far down. I pulled my mouth away from his nipple and looked at him, then glanced down at his crotch. He nodded, so I popped the top button and lowered the zipper on his jeans. He was wearing a red jock, which I hoped might signal some of his intent. Now that his jeans were looser, I was able to get my hand further down his ass and could lightly finger his hole. He responded well to my touch, so I kept rubbing and stroking. Jeff had loosened my jeans, too, and was now alternating rubbing my ass and my crotch. I suggested that we remove our jeans to be more comfortable and he breathlessly agreed. We each tore off our jeans, and I reached down to remove my socks. Jeff did the same. While he was bent forward to pull them off his feet, I got a good look at his back and ass. All of it was covered in hair, which I find really sexy. Between his hot, hairy body and his red jockstrap signal, I had big hopes for the night. When he sat back up, he looked over at me and commented on my orange jockstrap, mentioning that he, too, was up for almost anything. Since he knew what it signified, I felt safe assuming he knew what his red strap denoted. We got ourselves into a position facing each other on the sofa, with the arms at our backs. Luckily, it’s a smaller sofa, so we could still feel each other up. He was rubbing my crotch, and I put my finger in my mouth to moisten it and then rubbed it around his hairy hole. I would put my finger in my mouth, rub his hole, then repeat the process. He leaned back, opening his hole for me. At this point, I suggested we move to the bedroom. I had put a few smaller dildos, lube, and poppers in my bedside table, but the sling, along with the bigger toys and party materials, was next door in the playroom. I led Jeff up the stairs, with him fondling my ass on the way. When we got to the bedroom, we fell on the bed together while embracing. Luckily, I had readied the bed for play earlier in the day, so we didn’t have to worry about making a mess. Now, we were able to really explore each other’s bodies. Jeff pulled my cock and balls out of the pouch of my jock and was playing around with it, and I was still massaging and rubbing his hole. I noticed a growing wet spot on his jock, so I moved my mouth to the pouch and sucked it into my mouth. The jock was well-worn and had obviously seen some previous use. It had that heady aroma of old cum, piss, and sweat. I enjoyed mouthing around it but wanted the prize inside. So, I moved the jock aside and was greeted with Jeff’s cock. It was a nice sight. He had a full bush but had trimmed it back some. His balls were low-hanging and only had a dusting of hair. His cock was cut and about 7” long. Like him, it was thick and well-formed. I took it into my mouth after spending some time roaming around his crotch with my tongue. While I was doing this, Jeff moved around to play with my ass. His cock fit my mouth well, and I lovingly caressed the head with my tongue while moving up and down on the shaft. Jeff was massaging my ass, spreading my cheeks, and rubbing over my hole. We played like this for a while, with me sucking his cock while he kneaded my ass. Then he asked me if I liked having a dildo used on me. To answer, I leaned over and opened the drawer on my nightstand, showing him the selection available.
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I run my own business, we do office fit outs and reconfigurations, based in the city. For a years more I've had a personal assistant as the majority of the work I do is coordinating contractors, workmen and supply logistics, so having someone to help me keep my diary straight and things organised is just a no brainer. Until now I've always kept my sex life separated as being a Gay man in his late 40s and dealing with construction people, it was just always easier for them to not question sexuality etc. But then my PA Amy resigned to move to another city with her fiance and I found myself interviewing replacement candidates. There was a short list of three, two older women, very experienced and one young guy, with great qualifications but his experience was not directly in assistant work, though his skills were transferable. I'll be honest, he wasn't in the running, but wanted to meet him as I liked his resume and I was dirty minded and curious. After the first two had not really impressed me, I was beginning to think the search would be a bust when young James met me at reception. I was pleasantly surprised when the well dressed 21 year old shook my hand and smiled his blue eyes at me, my cock twitched and I smiled back, checking him out as inconspicuously as possible. I'm 6'2" 47 hairy and burly with a rugby build, he was 5'8" 21 lean with a more nerdy look, a great bubble but and signs of being a little hairy himself... Just perfect. Nasty thoughts ran through my head as I ushered him to my office, closing the door and locking it so as not to be disturbed, but I put them aside, let's give this kid a chance. As I asked him all the normal interview questions and noticed he was very nervous, I did my best to be friendly and put him at ease, but not let my dick make decisions, something I strongly believe is dangerous in business. So briefed him on the company history, the role and why it was vacant, then what I was looking for from an assistent, and asked him why he thought I should hire him over someone with more direct experience. James explained that he was a born organiser, his father had been in construction and that since he'd passed away he had wanted to find a way to follow in his dad's footsteps, even though he wasn't great at building things himself. He talked about how he'd done similar things around logistics in his last job and how he often found himself managing his mums diary as she was a busy single mum these days. He then dropped that he was single, so it ment he didn't have any other obligations right now and could focus on the job at hand. I joined that I war single too which war great for work but getting a little lonely as I was getting older. He smiled at my weak joke that prompted him to reassure me I want that old. With that I got up to get a glass of water from my cooler and asked if he wanted one, and that was my first clear hint... I caught him checking out my ample package. I pack 9 thick inches and big balls and always be sure to wear just the right jeans that show off my buldge, so it pumped my ego a little and quickly lead to some more dirty thoughts... So when it took him his water I intentionally came too close and caught him once again glance down. Then I headed back to my desk sat down and back, being sure he could get a view and decided, fuck it, I was alone in the office today, I'm horny as hell and I'm gonna see if I can break my rule... A secret fantasy id had for a long time. So I started with a simple question, what does he do for fun, he answered clubbing with friends, gaming and into sci Fi, like trek... I laughed and said I loved trek too, but wasn't much for Clubbing these days, preferring usually to sit at home have a smoke and relax. He asked what I smoked and I decided to take a risk... Asking if I could trust him with the truth. He eagerly reassured me, so I unlocked and reached into my side drawer pulling out my glass pipe, already loaded with Tina, and asked if he'd tried it before? When he said no, I asked if he was open to it and he said yeah maybe, then asked what it was like, side effects etc, I told him it was really just great for relaxing, and focusing, abs that it was pretty mild with come down that is really managed. He seemed curious, so I then mentioned that it was also really great for enhancing sex with the right partner, and since it was Friday, id let my team go home early, intending to puff up and see where the night and weekend took me. I asked if he had plans and when he said know I asked if he minded if I took a hit and said he was welcome to join me. I could see he was interested but nervous, so I just hit up the pipe, took a big breath and blew out a big cloud in front of him. "wow" I heard him utter as I saw his eyes check my package between watching the smoke. As the clouds started to rush through my veins I got a little bolder, stood up and moved to lean against the edges of my desk right in front of him, and this time I said, "go on give it a try, I'll shotgun it to you and you can stop if you don't like it". He bowed to the period pressure and seconds later I was up close blowing clouds into his mouth as he sucked them back, near the end i intentionally let our lips touch, then moved back. Once he had exhaled I quickly asked if he was ok and liked it? He was affirmative so I gave him too more shotguns each time kissing just a little more as I did it, he didn't resist and started to respond kissing back. Now was the time to up the stakes, so I moved back to my chair and asked if he would like to take one directly from the pipe... And smiled when he glanced at my package again on the word pipe. He said yes so I told him it would be easier if he came and sat on my knee while I drove it for him and encouraged him, it didn't take much and this young boy was sit on my knee, in close, my package now pressed gently against his upper thigh, I drove the pipe, then leaned in so he could shot gun it back to me. This time as we did I allowed the exchange to become a more passionate and clear kiss. When he sat back, with the courage of the puff in my system I told him he was a very good looking young man, that I was gay I loved being a daddy to a younger guy, and I asked him if he likes guys too? He confirmed yes, previous trepidation gone due to the substance in his lungs and my admission, he also said he thought I was a real hunk that he was hoping I might be a top. With that it was all on, more puff, more making out and our hands exploring each other's bodies, soon my hand was massaging his ass and he was rubbing my package. I then told him I was a trekkie too and asked if he would like to see my tattoo on the topic, slowly removing my shirt to show my com badge tattoo, he ran his hand through my chest hair as he admired said he loved the concept. After another puff I decided to tell all to him, that I was a dom daddy top who dreamt of having a boy to own of my own. That I had fantasies that that boy would also be my PA, a total bottom and love my cock and my cum. I told him I preferred it bareback, and loved seeding and breeding a hot boy. He was shy, but expressed he liked the idea but was really only looking for a hook up, safe sex and felt he'd love to have sex but wasn't inclined to continue with the job application. I was disappointed, but horny at least is get this young boys hot ass... And who knows where that night go...
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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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When I was in college, I was still mostly closeted and only hooking up with guys from a few discreet websites like a4a. I had one top guy convince me to get fucked, despite my "total top" attitude and desires. Pictured: me and Phil, the top The first few times we fucked the condom broke and he flooded my ass with cum, always making sure to point out how much better it felt for both of us. That is probably why I didn't give it much thought when he stopped using the condoms after that. He also helped me get into drugs and sex as a perfect pairing, and with his help I slowly worked from poppers to lines of coke and even some tina booby bumps that he called "butt blasts" and told me they were totally safe and organic suppliments meant to make my butt have (and receive) a blast! He even convinced me to bring in other guys on our play sessions, despite my fear that someone I knew might end up at the door. It never dawned on me that anyone who showed up would have also agreed to take part in gay sex with a relative stranger. To put me at ease he often sent me the photos and stats of other guys before inviting them to join us and that kept me from freaking out when I recognized a few from around campus. Usually I automatically told him no way when it was someone I knew, but after seeing the conversations some of the guys had with him online, I often found myself agreeing to meet and play. I knew there was a risk of being outed but the reward seemed far more tempting when he got them to describe their wildest fantasies, especially when they sent photos of themselves with fingers or dildos up their asses and even the occassional shot of their faces covered in cum or with some dude fucking them. This made me feel bolder about my own ability to get away with illicit sex behind my girlfriend's back, so I joined a few more sites my top friend had recommended to me, and one in particular that I had been too freaked out by before that time, a site known as bareback real time sex or bbrts.com. Most of you probably know that site to be a more perverted hook up site than a4a or the others of the time, which is precisely what excited me but also what kept me from joining until then. Once I was on there, I often saw a profile for a self described straight but curious jock guy who, like me, was a sophomore at my school and, according to the site, he lived close enough to me to have his location show up within 300 ft of my dorm room. I checked out the guy's photos every chance I could and got hard enough that I used his profile to jerk off nightly or whenever possible. It turned me on to read about his experiences which were limited to one night of anal play with a married older couple that started with the wife eating his ass while her husband sucked his dick and ended with the wife fucking him with a strap on while he sucked the husband to orgasm. He had no other frame of reference for sex with men but wanted desperately to try anal play again, only this time he hoped to get to fuck a guy's ass. The most surprising part of his profile was his insistance that he use a condom when playing since he had a girlfriend, and I am guessing that was what had kept most guys from contacting him since he was on a site with bareback in the name. I had tried contacting him a dozen times, but he always disappeared right when I messaged him, and I figured he was either all talk or a straight guy and his friends who were using the profile to look for queers in the dorms, so I gave up. Imagine my delight and surprise when my top buddy sent me the profile info and chat transcript for a guy he was trying to hook up with and it was the same straight guy! Their emails revealed that the kid was terrified of being outed due to his gf as he had mentioned but also due to fear he might lose his baseball scholarship. The more they corresponded the more I came to see that it was his status on campus as a jock stud that he was desperate to maintain and why he only talked with guys who didn't have anything to do with the university. In some of the emails they exchanged, my top friend Phil told him about his "nephew" (aka me) who he described as a straight guy who dropped out of college and was curious too. He made the guy horny with details of how I came over regularly, slowly progressing from jerking off and smoking pot to recent sessions where I had sex with a few bottoms, then getting fucked by him and another hot top. He had then sent the guy pictures of me fucking a few guys but my face was cropped out or blurred in all of them. School guy responded with pics of himself from the neck down in his jockstrap or jerking off. Then Phil sent photos of me taking his cock, again with no face, and school guy sent a video of himself jerking off onto his computer screen, specifically my photos. The guy from my school, who told Phil his name was "Dick Butz" lol, was really interested in meeting and fucking me, especially when Phil offered him some drugs to help get us in the mood and promised "Dick" I would even be too out of it to remember his face. Dick thought that was the best plan ever and was practically begging to do it after hearing that. Phil said he would set it up but only if he could be sure "Dick" was for real, so even as reluctant as he was, he finally sent some photos of his face in their most recent chats. I was filled with shock and desire when the photos revealed him to be my good friend and poker buddy Tyler, star of our school baseball team and notorious pussy hound. I'd had a crush on him since the first time we met freshman year and my crush had grown everytime we saw each other, making it almost an obsession. When he hosted poker nights, I always found an excuse to use the bathroom at the same time as someone else which meant I would have to use the one off his bedroom, allowing me to grab his underwear or cup and jerk a load into them. As I looked at photos of his nude form that he'd taken using his cheap ass phone and cheaper webcam, I was drooling and amazed that he still looked awesome in each pic. I went back and zoomed in on every shot featuring his rock hard ass, cut abs, hefty circumsized hard on, massive balls, and then stopped to drool more over his face with his dimples and goofy jock grin. Just as he always did in life, he wore a cheap watch in each photo and a cubs cap that was so worn we used to say it would disintegrate if he ever removed it, and I kicked myself for not seeing the watch before. Phil was still reluctant to get the guy to join us because no matter how much Phil objected and tried to talk "Dick" aka Tyler into going raw, Tyler was dead set against it and finished their last correspondence with a sentence detailing how desperately he wanted to spend a night brutalizing phil's nephew's butthole, even offering to pay for the opportunity, but his only firm rule was if he had to go without protection then he wasn't interested and they might as well stop talking about it altogether. I was not about to let that happen, and immediately told Phil that I knew the guy and begged him to get Tyler to join us. Once he knew about Tyler's sports skills and reputation as a ladies man he told me he would overlook Tyler's obsession with condoms and went to work to set it all up. Since Tyler was still nervous about meeting a guy his age, Phil suggested that all three of us could wear hats and sunglasses to keep our identities secret. Still Tyler was wishy washy about setting up a date to do it until after a poker game one night that we had at a mutual friend's house the day before halloween. When the host came out wearing a cheesy brown Mullett wig with a bandana attached that he planned to wear to a costume party the next night, Tyler seemed to have a sudden need to cash out and go home. Phil texted me on halloween and told me Tyler had emailed him and agreed to meet up the following weekend with an attached photo of himself that he took that night in a similar mullet wig (this one blondish yellow), wife beater and sweats. Apparently he bought his costume that day, and thought he would be unrecognizable enough that he even sent a photo in the get up but left his obscenely large stiff cock pulled out to make the image complete. Originally Phil and I had thought we would have to use the surprise tactic and some of Tyler's photos to coerce/blackmail him into going through with fucking me once he saw me at Phil's house, but now that Ty planned to wear the mullet and a pair of sunglasses, I decided to follow suit, pulling out a wig I wore when I was Superman at a costume party years earlier, and a mardy gras mask that covered from the top of my forehead to the tip of my nose, leaving my nostrils and the mouth fully uncovered. Even the eyes had a see through mesh fabric covering them, so I felt sure I would be completely unrecognizable too. Phil told Tyler to come around 10pm that Friday night and asked me to show up around 9, while he told Ty I wasn't going to be there until 1030 since I wasn't off work til ten, that way Tyler could meet Phil and the two of them could get high and drink before I arrived, which sounded good to Tyler. He also told Tyler that I was really shy and wouldn't talk much because of my self consciousness about a stutter that I suffered from. I couldn't have him recognizing my voice and ruining the plan. The night before we planned to meet Tyler, Phil had me come over and wear the wig and mask and made some vids on his phone of he and I fucking around, taking a lot of photos too, especially of his bare cock inside my tight hole. Thank goodness he had because, just as phil expected from a straight scared newbie, Tyler tried to text and cancel about two hours before he was scheduled to show. Phil acted like it was no biggie but told Tyler that "Mark" (my fake name) would be disappointed and sent Tyler some photos of me sucking Phil's 8.5 inch dick and when Tyler still waivered he sent a couple of Phil fucking me, and finally he sent a video of his big dick sliding out of my bubble butt and spewing jizz all over my naked body. By the time I got to Phil's house, Tyler was back on board and was hoping to have me there even sooner so we could fuck ASAP! Phil and I spent 45 mins hiding two cameras of his plus my camcorder in the bedroom, then we set up his webcam to record in the living room in case we played in there. Just as Ty texted he was on his way we did some lines of coke and I moved my car around the corner from the house so Tyler wouldn't see and possibly recognize the green Buick that wad famous with my friends due to the metalic gold trim that included gold hubcaps bumpers and door handles (you take what you can get when buying a used car). When Tyler arrived, I went into Phil's office and donned my wig and mask and watched the webcam feed on his laptop. Phil invited him in, took his coat and made him a drink while they chatted and watched some bisexual porn on phil's huge tv, all before Tyler even thought to put on the wig or sunglasses I couldn't help jerking as Tyler admitted to Phil that he was watching gay porn occasionally since they'd begun chatting online and I almost shot my wad when Ty stripped to his bball shorts and fondled himself while they shared stories of guys they wanted to screw. He even mentioned a friend he played poker with who lived in the same dorm as him but he was pretty sure would never do stuff with another guy, and despite the possibility that he meant one of our mutual poker friends, I was 99% sure he meant me. Phil told Tyler he might be surprised and said he should try to get the poker friend alone some night and feel him out but Tyler assured him that the guy was totally straight and was seriously involved with my girlfriend, but finished with adding he wished Phil was right because he lusted over the guy's "juicy bubble ass." I knew it was me when he described my rear and my girl since the other guy from our poker games was skinny as fuck and had no ass and no girlfriend. He teased me more by adding "I've lost some hands after seeing him bent over in front of me. lucky for me that gives me a chance to go jerk one out in the bathroom before going on." That admission made my ass quiver and I decided to "arrive" despite there being 8 mins early. I warned Phil by texting him that I was just parking and would be inside shortly, which was a code we decided on in advance, giving Tyler time to put on the wig and shades before I snuck out onto the back deck, went down the steps, came around in front, checked my wig and mask were on straight and rang the bell. As I expected, Phil answered the door in just a pair of tight briefs and talked to me about how work went. I kept my answers to one or two words and he went on and told me he had a friend joining us so I should put on my mask in the entry and take off my work clothes while he got me a drink. I practically ripped my coat, shirt and pants off, leaving me in a white tee shirt and tighty whiteys with my white crew socks to finish my innocent shy boy get up. Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself and went around the corner. Phil handed me my drink, then turned around and introduced "Mark" aka me to "Dick" aka Tyler, who stood up and shook my hand enthusiastically while the semi in his shorts got longer and harder. "Dick" motioned for me to sit next to him on the loveseat and made sure his leg and mine were in full contact, then he put his arm around my shoulders when we were seated. As he asked me questions about what I did for work and how I'd come to try sex with my uncle, etc. I replied with mumbled one word responses that were somewhat due to my need to stay unrecognized but we're also caused by my real nerves, which now had me shaking. When Tyler began running his other hand up and down my thigh, my cock was hard as steel and I found my eyes sinking into my lap. Maybe it was because I wanted it so badly or perhaps I was unprepared for how much he turned me on, sitting there plying me with his million watt smile and his well practiced moves. It was easy to see what it was about him that had convinced hundreds of busty young co-eds to let their gaurd down and allow Tyler to plow them. Whatever it was he was asking, I was glad that Phil took most questions and answered for me, thus Tyler seemed none the wiser about my real identity. To help us relax Phil suggested some weed, cialis and coke, & 20 minutes later we were all high, hard and horny. I was barely able to pull my mind off Tyler's hands, which were working up my shirt and down my briefs now. But I realized Phil was waving to me from the kitchen, which was code for me to ask if I could use the bathroom while Phil and Tyler moved to the bedroom. Listening from the hallway I could hear Tyler thanking Phil for this, commenting on how how I was and how nice an ass I had. I almost laughed when Phil asked if it was as nice as his poker buddy's and Tyler responded that it wasn't quite as nice but added that he might have been biased since he'd been coveting his buddy's ass for nearly two years. Phil showed Tyler all the supplies and Ty wasted no time, making sure they had plenty of lube and condoms so he could fuck me as many times as Phil thought I could handle. I quickly peed and double checked that my hole was cleaned out and well lubed before returning to the two tops, my shirt and socks remaining in the bathroom. Tyler was now nude except for the mullet wig with his hard dick in Phil's mouth. he smiled and motioned for me to join him on the edge of the bed, and I licked my lips. As I went to sit next to him, I felt my briefs fly down my hips and Tyler's warm inexperienced mouth begin awkwardly slurping on my 6.5 inch meat. It hadn't occured to me he would want to suck my cock, but boy did he seem eager. Phil stood up and removed his own underwear and pulled me back on the bed while Tyler continued to suck me, now adding his dry fingers to the mix, working their way past my peach fuzz covered cheeks, beginning to force themselves unceremoniously up my hole. When he felt it was moist, he whipped back and investigated, probably afraid he was feeling something gross, but when he realized it was lube, he smiled and returned to his fingering, figuring I must be wanting this as bad as he did. Minutes seemed to stretch longer as I ached for him to fuck me, remembering countless nights hearing him brag during poker tournaments that lasted til dawn. My body vibrated at the promises he'd hinted at, telling us he was known far and wide for his huge loads of cum and his superhuman ability to get hard over and over. A few girls i knew confirmed his bravado and told me how he could cum and minutes later be right back fucking, with load after load and fuck after fuck, all night long. His hands and mouth were not satisfying my need to verify this myself tho. Finally I couldn't take the bad head anymore and pulled him up on top of me, whispering to him that I wanted him to fuck me, probably more words than he heard from me yet that night. "Not so shy now, huh marky?" He said as he rolled me onto my side and reached over to grab a condom from the night stand. Iwas usually a safe sex guy myself but not when I played with Phil, and now I was disappointed that he still seemed to insist on the rubber. Phil, who lay next to me, as if reading my mind, leaned in and whispered in my ear "not to worry." He had doctored the condoms so they would all break as soon as Tyler tried to fuck me. I realized for the first time that it was his doctoring that made us have such bad luck the first few times we had screwed around, and I decided I would be angry at him later. In the moment, I was happy to hear that I was going to be fucked raw by Tyler, my Poker playboy crush, one way or another. I looked back towards Tyler as he rolled the rubber down his dick and applied a generous amount of lube, before squirting some onto his hand and rubbing it into my ass crack. Phil rolled over and knelt on the edge of the bed when Tyler moved in to mount me, and it hit me that he was doing it so he could take Tyler's cock and insert it for him, while he instructed Tyler to lift my leg with one arm and brace himself on the headboard with the other. My thigh wasn't used to such a massive stretch right off the bat but it didn't break me so I just tried to relax as Tyler precariously pushed forward and began entering my ass with Phil driving his joystick. Tyler was not balancing well so it was no surprise to Phil or I that his first few thrusts missed my asshole and required a wiggle or scoot before the next. Finally he managed to push the first inch through my ring and the sharp pain and rough material coating his rod made me yelp which Tyler responded to with some enthusiasm, as if my displeasure was because of his massive cock. In a way, I guess it was, but I didn't like the fact that he was eager to hurt me so I said in my most convincing fake voice "go slow man. I need time to adjust before u rip me up." Tyler's brow broke out in sweat and he tried to pull back slightly, which resulted in his dick popping out altogether. As he pushed back in, the condom broke, and to my shagrin, Tyler immediately pulled his cock out and applied another from the pile. Phil seemed obviously disappointed at the young man's quick response so before Tyler could try again he had us each do a line of something that I assumed to be coke but burned more, and once Tyler let the stuff get to his brain, he asked if he could so some more, and Phil happily agreed, letting him do two more lines while telling me to try hitting the poppers. I took a few long hits and felt my body sinking away from the tension my ass had been feeling, and just as I released the second hit, Tyler rolled me onto my back and threw both my legs over his biceps and began pressing into my hole again. This time he got most of the way in before we felt the rubber break, and even kept pumping for a moment until he was almost completely inside of me, but his cock was not in charge yet. He removed his dick once more and reapplied a condom, but this time he did a much more haphazard job, not taking the time to squeeze the tip or apply more lube. Still the condom lasted while he slowly worked his way back in, inch by inch creeping up my ass, but the moment he was about to thrust for real, I felt something that may have been his cockhead opening the end of the condom and sliding further in than his previous attempts. My ass jumped as I pictured his bare boner engorged to such a thickness that it refused to stay encased in latex and with its jump, it also tightened and pulled him further in. Up until that moment my ass had yet to feel his dick anywhere near the second sphincter, but with the forward motion and the added benefit of his bare skin pushing beyond the torn latex, it popped firmly past my inner grip. With simultaneous moans of pleasure, we seemed to work our bodies around each other, as his hips drove his meat balls deep in me and my ass vacuumed his cock until it was sealed in the heat of my raw tunnel. "F-f-fuck, I think the condom broke, " Tyler said, reaching back to feel around the shaft while he slowly began fucking my hole. Phil insisted he could see the condom was still intact around the shaft, and pressed his cock to Tyler's lips, grabbing hold of his head, tearing the mullet wig off before brutally punching his hard cock down Tyler's receptive throat. Without any other way to keep his balance, Tyler had to return his hand to where it had been, and hooked my leg back over his shoulder, and for the first time since we began, he forgot about replacing the destroyed prophilactic and focused on destroying my ass instead. I worked my hands over Tyler's muscular shoulders and chest before reaching back and fondeling his balls as they swung against my cheeks with a rapidly increasing rhythm. Taking another hit from the poppers, I handed them up to Phil who took one himself before instructing Tyler to do a hit on either side of his nose. Once the second nostril was filled with the scent, Phil pinched Tyler's nose shut and shouted "Hold your breath in til I say so boy!" Tyler gagged a little around Phil's cock while he tried to hold his breath. His humping decreased in power for a minute until Phil released his nose and said "exhale!" Tyler let out a huge breath as Phil pulled his hard on from Tyler's mouth and moved to wear it was fucking my mouth instead, and to my delight, Tyler began really pounding my ass. True it was as much pain as it was pleasure but I didn't say a word or try to push Tyler off. My mind was made up that I was gonna take his cock no matter what. Tyler began saying dirty stuff like "yeah suck his cock" and "fucking take my monster meat you hot mother fucker" and I just moaned and grunted in agreement. Phil produced some kind of pipe that I couldn't really make out through the mask, and took a few hits before instructing Tyler to do the same. Tyler seemed reticent at first but Phil just told him it was a little late to be asking now, and Tyler must have decided he was right because he took the hits when Phil lit the pipe and then shot gunned each of them to me. The taste was acrid and nasty although not nearly as polluted feeling as smoking weed or tobacco. I figured it was something akin to coke and let myself go along for the ride, and by the fifth shotgun, I was exhaling huge clouds of white smoke. My brain was aware on a whole new level suddenly and without any warning Tyler turned the final shot gun into a make out session which I was happy to go along with. While Phil watched he also manuevered us until finally he gave up and told Tyler to pull out and move me to the edge of the bed. I freaked when Tyler did as Phil said, only to pull out, see he was inside me bare and ask for another condom. Phil told him he would get it in just a second, but first "I want you to put that wig and sunglasses back on so I can take a couple pics and a video of u fucking my nephew's ass bareback." You would think Tyler would be against such an idea but he just smiled and said fuck thats hot, grabbed the wig and glasses from Phil and slapped them on, topped them with his trade mark ball cap and told me to hang on. While he was distracted Phil produced his camera from behind a pile of clothes in the corner and acted like he was just turning it on. I could tell he got a really good shot of Tyler before he was masked in his disguise, but Tyler just asked if he looked good, and without much thought I said "you are the hottest fuck I've ever seen." This seemed to be the same as saying action, and suddenly without any pretense, Tyler pulled my ass to the side of the bed and entered me in one quick motion. For the next few minutes he humped and talked dirty, making sure to turn so he could show off his muscles to where ever Phil was at with the camera. I could barely see straight as he banged and rammed me. Soon Phil told Tyler how the "audience" wanted to see Tyler shoot his baby batter up my butthole and Tyler turned right to me and said "Well let's give the people what they want" and began taking me faster and deeper than before, only now he was screaming for me to jerk off as he did. While my cock throbbed in my hand and his cock throbbed harder up my hole, I began to see stars and told them I was getting close. Tyler told me how hot that was and how much he wanted me and then leaned into kiss me before putting his arms under my shoulders and lifting me off the bed and bouncing me on his cock for a minute while we both screamed. Dropping me as his arms began to shake he pumped me deep and hard a few times then rippped his cock from my ass and began spraying cum from my hole up over my cock and stomach, across my chest and neck and into the black wig and all over my mask. He then shoved it back inside me and told me it was my turn. I didn't need a second invitation, instead I began blasting my cum over the both of us, shooting 4 or 5 times before Tyler doubled over and managed to catch my cock head in his mouth for the remaining shots while keeping most of his dick buried inside me. Once my last cumshot subsided, he popped up and began french kissing me, letting me taste my own cum. Phil was hard as a rock and told Tyler to move, which he did reluctantly, before whipping me onto my belly, pulling me up to my knees and stuffing his own raw cock into my ass. It must have been lubed like mad because, as he handed the camera to Tyler to continue filming, he asked how it could be so hot and wet inside at which point Tyler admitted that the load Phil filmed was his third load of the night. He apologized to me as Phil began going to town on my hole, and admitted he had cum once right after he thought he felt the condom break and once more right as Phil started filming us but he didn't want to break his rhythm and figured the condom might not have been broken after all. I just moaned and gritted my teeth while phil worked his cock into my cum filled ass, and Tyler climbed up and stood over me, feeding his still stiff cock to Phil while Phil raped me. Phil took the camera from Tyler while they switched off taking hits from the pipe that I still couldn't see, and Tyler bent down to make me take a few hits just as Phil announced his first load up my ass. Unlike Tyler, Phil needed a few minutes to regain his strength so he disappeared into the bathroom at which point Tyler got me to bend over back to doggy style and began fucking me again, telling me within the first minute that he was adding another load to my ass. Now I knew Tyler had taken a strap on and from his emails and photos it looked like he used a variety of objects on his own hole, but it surprised the hell out of me when Tyler pulled his cock from my ass after another load and scooted up to my face as I rolled over and asked me to eat his hole. Everything Tyler had said about my ass earlier in the evening was exactly how I felt about his, so I had no trouble doing as he requested, using my tongue and fingers to play with his sweet clean butt while Tyler spun around and sucked on my rehardening cock. My whole body was on another plain of existance known as bliss when he rose off my dick and said "You're clean right?" Too which I moaned yes while tonguing his tight smooth baseball butt. For those of you who have never seen a baseball player squating to catch the ball or pushing off the ground to the jump for a pop fly, you are missing the ass and thighs of the gods doing their most holy work, which is why having him squating over my mouth was as much as I could have hoped to have experienced, until the moment he lifted off, turned around and squated down over my waist, and with one hand holding my cock up into the air, plunged his bare athletic hole over the tip. His eyes slammed shut and he sucked air in through gritted teeth, while pushing his butt til about 4 inches of my 6.5 were inside him. Then he began confiding in me that he had kept a cock with a suction cup on it that he stole from an ex-girlfriend's collection the year before, and had spent hours in the time since riding that dick on the floor of his dorm room or suctioned to the seat of his desk chair while watching porn featuring trannies and guys getting pegged. He even said he had done it in the showers at the university rec center and in the steam room at the athletic center with the hope he might get caught but had chickened out after taking it inside him and shooting his load right away each time. He stopped his tale just long enough to tell me I had better not to cum inside him or he would beat my ass. Ironic since he had shot at least 4 loads in me since we "met" that night. This was too much for me to resist, and without his permission, I reached up and grabbed his hips and thrust myself fully inside him, which caused him to yelp and call me a son of a bitch and pound his fist into the bed while he tried to push off me, but I just told him to jerk his cock and kept rising up and down into him as my load got closer and closer to exploding. He began jerking his cock but immediately told me he was too close not to cum at which point I said "then cum goddammit" and he did. Once his first shot blasted into my mask, my own balls began emptying up his hole, but I made sure to be as still and quiet as possible as I shot, choosing to hold myself as deep in his hole as I could get without my balls being sucked in too. Lucky for me, I was also pretty good at being able to stay hard after I shot my load, and with the cialis and the knowledge I had just bred him secretly, it was no problem. When his balls finally finished spewing he asked me if I could keep from shooting long enough to let him keep riding me for awhile and I said yes and watched as he worked himself back to full staff. To my surprise, I found my own balls were also ready to shoot again, but this time I warned him. "Good, then you'll like this," He said, grinning. He began bouncing on my meat while repeatedly telling me to warn him when I was getting close, and in about 2 minutes I did just that. With a smirk on his face he handed me the camera and told me to record then bounced a few times more on my dick before leaning forward, pushing his hands into the bed beside me and suddenly flipping backwards, landing with his feet next to the bed. He then spread my legs and slid inside me raw balls deep which was too much for me to take. I shot my biggest load of the night, all over both of us, while trying not to pass out. He applauded my immense load and told me I was the only guy he'd ever seen who could shoot as much as he could, before pulling his own cock from my ass and adding an even bigger load to our bodies. I wondered how it was possible til I realized Phil had been standing at the door when he saw the flip and snuck over and shoved half of his cock into Tyler's cum lubed ass just in time to make him shoot. Phil was not allowed to add his own babies to the butt though, and had to settle for taking video of Tyler and I on our knees eating his thick white cream as it oozed from his red pipe. After that Tyler made sure the camera was off (without knowing the other two were rolling) and stripped the wig and sunglasses off again, and went to take a shower. Phil gave me a hit from the weird pipe as he went and turned off the other two cameras, and quietly got me to admit I had shot a load in Tyler's butt. He turned the camera back on for a minute while he asked me if I enjoyed getting bred by straight stud "Dick." Somehow my character had become the same as what Phil had told Tyler it was, and I began stammering and quietly admitting I had enjoyed it a lot. Phil found this very very hot and told me to stay put while he checked on Tyler. I did another line of coke and drank some water before Tyler peeked his head back in and said he had to run because he was supposed to be at a workout at 7am and it was nearly 4. He reached over to the desk and wrote down his email address before telling me we should get together just the two of us sometime, then came over and did a line of coke, planted a kiss on me and disappeared. Phil returned a second later as I was trying to get up and get dressed, but he was having none of it and pushed me back onto the bed and turned the camera on and told me to tell him what had just happened. I thought I was out of gas for the night, but he had me take some more hits from the weird pipe while he loaded the videos from the cameras onto his tv in his bedroom. We watched the video while he fucked me and I decided to stay the rest of the night since he had handcuffed me to the bed and was cumming in me again already. stay tuned for chapter 2
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Chapter 1 – She Set It All Up Ethan sat on the couch nervous. His girlfriend had brought him to her "special friend" that made amateur porn. She had convinced Ethan to come make a porn video. He knew her special friend was code for dealer and Ethan was ready to start hanging in the clouds with his girl. Jake, the special friend walked up to Ethan. J: Hey man, I heard your girl wants you to be in one of our little videos? E: Hell yeah, been thinking about it all week. Anna said not to worry, that you'd help us out with some favors to calm the nerves. J: Oh yes, it's all part of the deal. You're gonna love my shit. Here try it out. Jake pulls out a prepacked pipe and lighter and hands them to Ethan. J: Go ahead and finish that off and I’ll go find Anna. Ethan lit up the pipe and started to blow his own cloud city. Hit after hit. He was never one to keep a slow steady pace with his T. He was feeling good. He felt like he was the luckiest man alive. He had just turned 18 and thought he was the shit right now. He was getting high for free, was gonna be able to fuck his girlfriend, and get paid. Anna had really sold him on the idea. He took another huge hit and thought to himself the huge bowl was neverending. J: Hey Ethan, Anna is gonna be a bit. She is in the girls room getting herself ready. Here, you must be thirsty. Jake hands Ethan a bottle of Gatorade and he proceeds to gulp about half the bottle. Jake gestures to Ethan to hand over the pipe. Jakes refills the pipe with a huge shard and takes 2 hits before passing it back to Ethan. He starts hitting the pipe again. Ethan loved the chemical taste of the shit this guy was packing with. Ethan couldn’t help himself and just hit and hit until the bowl was finished. J: Ethan, I feel awkward asking this, you know, dude to dude. But did you two follow all the instructions Anna gave you? Even the weird ones? E: Yeah, even the weird one. Anna said she didn’t wanna do any butt stuff and would only due it if I cleaned out too. Something about knowing how it feels. 2 enemas later and we agreed anal was back on the table. Plus she said we should be really clean incase you wanted any close ups from behind. I don’t know why you’d have to get that close to my ass but Anna says its for the close up shots. Ethan smiles up at Jake and shows off his glazed over grey eyes. Jake tells himself he is almost ready and smiles back at Ethan. J: Good, yes that is an awkward one but really important. Oh and I have these for you for inspiration. Nothing worse than a dead dick in front of the camera. Jake hands Ethan some pills. Some he recognizes and some he does not. Ethan downs them without giving it a second thought. J: It gets pretty hot in here sometimes. Please make yourself comfortable while we wait. Take your shirt off and get comfy. Enjoy the vibe of my place. We can always film the beginning sequence later. Ethan zones in enough to realize there is a girl, maybe 2, moaning from the other room. He kicks off his shoes and removes his button up shirt and throws them on the side of the couch. Sitting back down on the couch, he starts rubbing his growing dick. Jake disappears again and Ethan is left alone and chugs down the rest of his (g) drink. He slowly sinks into the couch and starts to space out. He hears to moaning in the background and is now rubbing the full length of his dick in his jeans. His vision goes dimmer and dimmer. He barely makes out a figure coming up to him and pulling his tank shirt over his head before he blacks out. Chapter 2 – Passed out prize Anna pokes her head in the play room and sees Jake already has Ethan in his swing. Anna thought, just on time like always. She walks over and asks if he needed help with the cameras but Jake says everything is already set up and rolling. She helps Jake pull Ethans jeans off. There Ethan just laid there in nothing but his boxers. A: Should I do the honors? J: Oh no, I got this. Jake uses his fingers to open the gap in Ethan’s boxers and rips them apart at the inseam. As he bunches up the rags of underwear, he looks down at his naked twink prize. Everything about the boy was making his dick grow. Jake hands Anna her a roll of bills and a sizable baggie filled with T. J: Ok girl, go ahead and get spun and fuck your real man in the other room. The boy is mine. Anna leaves the room and Jake disrobes revealing his toned body and his 8 inch fuck stick standing straight out. He spends some time to transform his passed out would-be man into the fuck boy he would become. He took a razor and shaved off what little body hair Ethan had at 18 years. Shaved away was the dusting of hair on his legs, underarms, the light patch on his chest between his nipples, his laughable happy trail, and small bush around Ethan’s hard dick. He admires his work, his smooth fuck boy with white as snow body with no tan lines. It was like the boy never played in the sun. Jake licked his lips in anticipation. He zeroed in Ethan’s foreskin and reached down to rub it, just at the tip. He jerked Ethan off a few strokes to get him firm. Jake pulled out a ruler and measured the play thing. The fuck boy was packing a thick 5.5 inch uncut dick. He was so hard that his dick was straight up reaching for his belly button. Already he had a small wet spot where his tip pressed against his tummy. His precum glistened in the light. Jake looked down at his fuck boy and thought he looked like a little angel. He chuckled knowing he’d be a little whore demon soon enough. He just needed to help wake the fuck boy up. Jake brabbed Ethan’s legs and places them in the stirrups properly and then the arms tied to the swing. He moved between Ethan’s legs grabbed a cam and showed a close up of his virgin hole. So relaxed, so unattended. Jake licked his finger and put it against his opening. Rotating motion from his finger helped the opening pucker then relax. Unable to take it any longer, Jake held the cam as he inched his face closer to the rose bud. He sticks out his tongue and licks the forbidden hole. It quivers and then relaxes, the tongue slides in a bit. Repeat, slides in further, until finally he is eating Ethan out. The hole is relaxed a bit now. Jake grabs his special lube prespiked with T. Not wanting to get ahead of himself, Jake puts some of the lube on the fuck hole and pushes it in with his pinky. Ethan lets out a meek sound. He opens a baggie and picks a small shard and places it against his hole and pushed in with the lubed pinky. More meeks sounds Jake leaves his pinky in and can feel Ethan’s body squeazing slightly. Once it stops, he pulls his pinky out and wipes it on his snow white ass cheek. Jake pulls out a selection of dildos and picks the thinnest one. It’s about the thickness of a regular sharpy. He replaces it with another thin dildo, this one the size of a thick sharpy marker. He works the boy hole open until the dildo he is using is the size Ethan’s own dick; leaving it in his ass for now. Ethan was starting to show sign of slight movement and waking. Jake stands goes to Ethan’s side. He kneels down and kisses the boy lightly; flicking the lips with his tongue. The breathing gets heavier. Jake grabs Ethan by the hair and whispers in his ear J: Come on. Wake up fuck boy. Your future awaits you. Jake releases Ethan’s hair and goes down to suck on Ethans dime sized nipple. He moves on to the further nipple and lightly nibbles on it while reaching down to the boy’s leaking head. With some on his thumb, he steps back and rubs the precum on Ethan’s lips and then kisses him again. Again, reaching between the boys legs, this time he lightly plays with his balls and continuous to make out. Chapter 3 – Wakey Wakey Ethan is starting to come to. He is instinctually starting to kiss back. Ethan is coming to but the more he comes to, the more his head is spinning. He is on sensory overload and horny as hell. Nothing is making sense why is he laying down? Well, kinda laying own but not quite. Why can he feel a breeze on his chest? Before Ethan can come out of his fog, Jake pulls out a loaded pipe and torch and holds it up to Ethan’s mouth and instructs him to breath in the clouds while he holds it for him. Ethan just breaths in and blows out clouds. Breaths in and blows out clouds. Soon a whole bowl is torched and it was the good shit. Ethan is in heaven. The chem taste was driving his mouth wild and he clatters his teeth. J: Nothing but the good stuff for my star of the night. Ethan tries to look around him and focus but his eyes are finding it hard to focus. E: Where is Anna? I don’t see her here. J: Oh she was here. She left us because you couldn’t get it up. She was quite distraught. But that’s okay. We agreed to go with plan B. Jake once again bends down to a dime sized nipple and flicks it with his tongue and then engulfs it in his mouth. Ethan moans and closes his eyes. When he opens them he starts to gain a bit of focus. E: What the fuck is going on here? Ethan tries to move his arms but finds they are tied to the sling. He tries to move his left leg and then his right. Both tied to the sling. J: We had to go with a different plan since you couldn’t get it up for the girl. But that’s okay, you seem to really like plan B. Jake touches the boys belly button and slowly runs his finger from belly button to where his pubes used to be, along this hard shaft and finally his balls and taint. He then pulls the dildo that had been in his ass out a bit and then pushes it in. Ethan yelps with the realization that he had something up his ass, feeling it for the first time. The boy tries to break free of his sling but to no avail. E: please stop! Please take it out! I’m not gay! I’m not gay! J: Yeah, me neither. I just like to have a little fun sometimes. And it looks like you do too. Jake reaches down and squeezes the boys hard dick. He releases it and it smacks below his belly button. This confuses Ethan. Why was he hard? Why was he naked? Why was he missing his pubes and other body hair? Before the boy could vocalize any questions out loud, Jake goes down to the boys dick and takes it all the way in his mouth. The boy is in shock. He was sure he wanted out of this situation but he was making his dick feel soooo good. A man. A man was making him feel good. It's at this time that Ethan hears moans coming from the walls. They were there before but he couldn’t make out what they were until now. E: What…? Who …? That is all he can get out before Jake interrupts. J: On that is your girlfriend. She is getting with a bulldozer right now. Since you weren’t man enough to bone her. Not man enough…but that’s okay, you are boy bitch enough for me. That’s why you are so smooth. You’re not worthy of looking like a man naked. And that hard little dick is proof that you are just a boy. Ethan looked down at his tied up body. He was smoothed out like before puberty. He was right, Ethan said to himself that he was a boy. J: That’s okay fuck boy, I can get you to out moan that bitch. He kneels down between the boys legs and pulls out the dildo. Ethan sighs as it pops out. The man steps up and starts to eat his boy hole. Ethan throws his head back and lets out a loud bitch moan. He eats the boy hole for what feels like forever until Jake stops and says “break time”. Jake leaves the room and brings back a bottle of water and assists his captive to drink from the bottle. Jake goes and reloads the pipe and takes a big hit and then another. He walks up to the boy and offers. Like a good chem whore, the boy says yes without thinking. Jake pulls out the torch again and lights the bowl for the boy. The biggest cloud of the night so far escapes the boys lungs. He is urged to take another by Jake and another the same size blows out. J: Okay this time take the hit and hold it. Blow it out when I say, okay? Jake lights it and the boy breaths it in. Jake walks up to the boys head and lines his dick up with his mouth. J: Open up and blow that on me. Do it fag! The boys obeys and as soon as he opens his mouth, the man pushes half his dick in his mouth, blowing the smoke on the man’s dick. J: Again! The boy obeys and takes the hit and then takes the dick in his mouth and blows out. Jake reaches down and jerks the boys off while he is blowing the cloud out. The boy is lost in the good feeling and closes his mouth around the dick. He starts his first blowjob. Jake is able to work most but not all of his 8 inches in the boys mouth. He fucks that and slobber is going all over the boys mouth and face. J: See, you’re a natural cock sucker. Now, lets see if you like it up your ass. Jake goes back between the boys legs. He lubes up the same dildo and pushes it back in his ass. E: Noooo, not that. Please stop! I’m not gay! It’s too big! J: (Laughs obnoxiously) Are you fucking serious? That thing is the size of your tiny cock. That thing couldn’t get any girl off. Lucky for you, you are a boy. And boys have a special button in their ass that they love to get rubbed against. Lucky for you, your tiny dick will still reach your button. We just need to help it out. It will be the best orgasm you have ever had. You want that right? I can help you with that if you stop being a fucking bitch and let me work. E: I… want…so horny. … I’m not gay. Please … cum… J: That’s all I needed to hear. Chapter 4 – A Better Idea The man pulls out the dildo from the boy’s ass and dips it in a baggy of crushed T powder. He lubes up the hole with his finger and then pushes the dildo back in. Ethan’s ass is warm and he doesn’t know what to do. He begins to worry but is calmed by his new Man rubbing his balls. J: See, that feels better now, right? E: Yeah, not that bad. The boy starts to moan as his captor pushes and pulls the dildo in and out. When he thinks he is used to it, he replaces the toy with a slightly bigger toy. Again with the dust and again with the light burning. Again with the moaning. Finally the moment the Man was working the boy up to. He pulls out the toy with a pop. The boy moans disappointedly. J: Don’t worry. I’m just gonna refill the pipe. Oh wait, I have a better idea. Just for you baby. Jake grabs something and stands between the boy’s legs. He pulls out a good sized shard (0.4g or 0.5g) from his bag and pushes it in the boy with his finger. It gets pushed as far in with his finger as he could get before the boys clenched down on the finger. J: Don’t be suck a tease. You can take this. He waves his hard cock around just too low for the boy to see. Jake laughs to himself as he steps up and lines his dick up with the boy hole. He spits down 3 times and lubes his head and shaft. J: Okay, I’m gonna use the toy again to push the stuff further in. Look at me. Look into my eyes. The boy looked back with glazed over eyes. They were like mirrors that he saw himself in. Jake smiled as his dick touched the hole. The boy still had no idea.The man waited for the boy to stop clenching and relax. The second he felt the hole relax, he pushed himself into the virgin hole. The boy screamed and bucked. The boy felt like his ass was on fire and he was being impaled on a pike. The Man just grabbed his boy by the hips and pulled him onto his dick until all 8 inches slide in. He was balls deep in the boy. The once virgin boy. The had already placed his ripped boxers along the sling and reached for them. He shoved them into the boys mouth. J: You feel that? Stop crying and answer me. Can you feel that whole thing in you boy? Ethan mumbled with the boxers in his mouth. Tears running down his cheeks. He nodded his head. J: You like that dick in you huh boy? That real man dick. Ethan just stared, not getting what he was saying. Until a moment of clarity. He had said dick, not toy. The boy’s eyes grew wider (as if that were possible) and bulged. He mumbled incoherently and nodded his head from side to side. His eyes pleaded with his captor but they were met with a bellowing laugh. Jake pulled his dick almost entirely out and then slammed it back into the smooth twink. He did this 3 times before slowing down and giving the poor boy the slow fuck he needed for his first time. In no time at all, the fuck boy was moaning just as loud as his forgotten girlfriend in the background. Everytime Jakes big dick ran against his special button, the boy’s dick would bounce up and down. The boy was allowed to spit out his saliva drenched undies and was having his mouth tongued down while getting plowed. The man pulled out and walked around to the other side of the boy. He released the arm restraints and the boy immediately started to orally serve his host. The Man grew impatient and walked back around to the boy’s hole and started slow fucking him again. With his arms free now, the boy was able to jerk off during this ecstasy and shot his load. It landed on his face and lips. He instinctually licked up all he could from his lips and hand. This was what the Man was waiting for. With the first shot fired, he goes back to piston fucking the boy. After a few minutes, the boy says he has to cum again. They look down at the boys soft dick and watch as cum drizzles from his foreskin. A puddle of cum layed where his pubes used to be.The Man keeps power driving his meat for another minute before slamming his balls into the boy and shooting ropes of cum inside his ass. The man points out the cams around the boy. They look right into one. The boy tears up with the realization of what he just did. J: See, the cams love you. My new fuck boy. Jake slaps the boys creamy white ass and laughs obnoxiously again. J: If you think that was fun, Just wait for your first slam.
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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 10
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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 10 Installment number Ten of what was probably the best real party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4-day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown by myself, with him joining me after his convention for the much more vanilla style sex he prefers. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but Friday morning, emergencies hit him and Lou the local candy-man, leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me – progressing to that night when a storm and blackout led to a bathhouse style house party at the guesthouse, with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran and his surprisingly chem friendly hubby Charlie; the Houseboys and the skinhead Manager Zar; an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – from Philly; some hot leather dudes; older daddies; a hot Saudi jock type, and of course Lou and Vice. Chapter 8 and 9 recount the str8 boi finally giving up his hole incredibly! This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on that soggy Saturday morning with the guesthouse doors soon to be opened and Vice, Lou and I relaxing and cooling down. Once again, apologies for the delay. SATURDAY DAWNS – STILL SOGGY STILL SEXY Vice was popping grapes and having a bit of Yogurt around 5:30AM when he looked at me, and with all sincerity asked, “So, Daddy J, is EVERY weekend like this for you?” Lou couldn’t even control his laughter as I sputtered, “sadly no, Vice, even I cannot claim to have a weekend like THIS very often at all.” We laughed and I added “and hell, it’s still not even dawn on Saturday morning!!” After a few more grapes and some more drinks for each of us we all fell into one of those comfortable “fugue” states that can happen when taking a break in a marathon party weekend. Vaguely still stroking cock, nips or holes and drifting in almost a hypnotic state, next thing we knew it was just after 8AM. A loud noise out in the hallway seemed to rouse us all, and we all began to stir ourselves and stretch out. The view out the window showed lots of puddles everywhere along with downed branches and other wrack from the storm the night before. “Well, that sure was one stormy night,” I quipped. “You boys have as much fun as it seems you did?” “Hell yeah,” replied Lou while Vice jiggled his eyebrows at both of us smirking “No regrets, J-daddy, NO regrets.” Excellent, so THAT was out of the way, and all was not only well, all was awesome seeing the stud still so enthusiastic. “Anyone have any idea what Jimmy’s surprise is for this evening?” Vice did not, but then he’d only met Jimmy on Thursday afternoon, but Lou answered that he had a few clues but was due to hear more details later today himself. “What are your plans until then J-Man?” Lou asked. “Eating sounds good,” I began. “And frankly, I’m going to come back here after breakfast and take half a sleeping pill and get some actual sleep before I start the chemical bacchanalia back up. Later this afternoon if the sun comes out, I’ll probably go out to the dunes and get some sun and fuck around out there a bit, it’s been years… oh, and I need to go to the leather store for a few things as well. How does Café Heaven sound to you boys?” Café Heaven was by far the closest breakfast spot and one of my favorites. “Won’t the line be hellacious?” asked Lou. “Not if we find 2 more guys to eat with us,” I replied. “They have a table that fits five and only five people that they won’t give away to a group of a different size. If we shower and get over there by 9 we will likely be able to get that table. My treat by the way…” We started to move with a bit more alacrity – a few pipe puffs admittedly helped – and checked with one of the houseboys (Noah) who was out in the hall cleaning and tidying after the orgy just hours before to see if we were still clear to use their group shower room. When told “yes of course” we bundled up our kits and headed down the back stairs with just towels around our waists. We were greeted with enthusiasm by Lorenzo and a moment or two later by Miles and Zar the manager who had just entered from the laundry area with a big load of towels and sheets. Some good-natured ass-grabbing and cock-tugging ensued before we were released to shower, shave and all the rest, including each of us using the shower shots and was gratified that Vice was the first to insist we all use them to be “ready for anything”. As we were toweling off and drying our hair, we mentioned going for Breakfast, and we got our additional two guys – Zar and Miles – to join us. The other staff would finish the cleanup and other duties as these two would be taking most of the evening shift that night. Telling the guys it was time for me to call my Hubby, I left them all joking and chatting, and getting back to my room, dialed my husband’s hotel and asked for his room (no, he didn’t have a cell phone – it was 2006, and he hated them, didn’t get one until 2017. Seriously.) We chatted a bit, and I asked how the “Evening of Entertainment” was at his Convention the night before - “tragic” he responded with a chuckle, and he filled me in on a fascinating seminar the day before and which topics he was scheduled for later in the day. I was telling him about how wild the night before got with the blackout, and with Father Frank (swearing him to secrecy) and was just getting to Vice deciding to get fucked, when the boys returned. My description made Vice blush a bit, but I noticed the tent making itself known in Vice’s towel. Though most of the evening wasn’t my husband’s kind of scene, THAT portion was very hot to him he informed me. Again, promising him that I would both eat and sleep we said “I love you” to each other and ended our call. The guys were both shaking their heads. “Vice my man,” Lou began, “just how often would that conversation happen with any CHICK whose guy just had sex with a ton of other people?” Vice laughed, responding “like NEVER… can you imagine the world of abuse you’d take for that?” “Nice to know there’s an alternative, yo, right?” Lou offered while Vice smirked and nodded. Grabbing something from one of my drawers I addressed Vice. “Here” I said as he caught it easily, “put a little of this on your hole now and a couple of times today, it should keep you from getting sore.” He looked at the tube while spreading some on his bud with a finger. “Anal Eeez? That’s wickie wild man, you guys think of everything – well sex-related everything, don’tcha?” We all got dressed, with Vice pocketing the tube, and although we packed up all their stuff, including Lou’s supply box, we locked it in the closet for them to retrieve after breakfast, and headed downstairs where we collected Miles and Zar and headed out to eat. We arrived and saw a line already, but after a minute, the door opened and Deborah the owner (a former Broadway dancer with lots of friends in common) saw me, gave me a hug and kiss and asked me how many. “Five” I smirked. “Come right this way gentlemen,” as she ushered us in ahead of lots of 2-tops and 4-tops who were waiting in line for the next table that size, and were shocked that our group was heading right in. “Brilliant,” Lou whispered to me, “I have to remember to only bring 5.” It turned out to be a very fun breakfast – Lou and Zar catching up and telling stories from when they were in High School together; Vice excitedly – but quietly – telling how amazing everything the night before was especially getting fucked, while even Miles turned out to be a lot of fun. There was a wicked sense of humor on this farm-boy from Kentucky, and he just could not get over the fact that despite my being from a 4th generation New York City family, I actually loved Country Music and even sang some once on the stage of the Grand Ole Opry with Phil Campbell’s band... He was also a baseball fan too – Cincinnati Reds – and boy did he freak when I let him know that I’d been to Opening Day at Riverfront Stadium three times due to my appearing at theatres in Cinci and Dayton in late winter and early spring three years in a row. Lou, Vice and I knew we’d still be pnplaying later and ate accordingly. Lots of Yogurt and Granola and Oatmeal and such, although I couldn’t resist a plate of Heaven’s famous fried potatoes, so peppery and so good. With everything else I’d had in the past 36 hours; I needed breakfast to be both digestive and party friendly - I hoped the one indulgence wouldn’t become an issue (it didn’t). We were back at the guesthouse by 10am. Jimmy had texted that he would meet Lou, Vice and me at “After Tea” Tea Dance at 6:00 and he’d go to the leather store with us after that. After setting up meeting at 6, at the Crown & Anchor, Vice and Lou shlepped all their stuff out in the bags they brought last night and headed back to Lou’s to similarly crash and get some sleep. Zar helped them carry some stuff, leaving Miles in my room looking at me speculatively. “Yes…?” I drawled out in my lowest register. “I ain’t gonna to be able to fall asleep ‘less I jizz one more wadd,” Miles told me, then gave me the big boo-boo eyes and asked “so do you wanna’ fuck around some while we tire out a bit more? I know you need to sleep, so just more of a quickie?” I chuckled, nodded and we started stripping. I pulled out a pipe and torch and he began to talk again. “Ya know, s’ really rad meeting a dude who likes the same music and sports and shit I do. Most gayboys don’t like ‘em… and you don’t even care whether you bottom or top more and are down with both…” I nodded as he continued, “That’s the way I wanna’ be too, I hate being stuffed into a box I don’t fit into…” “In professional theater, we call that ‘Type Casting’ and it happens to me all the time, more when I was your age. And that goes for sex too – all the way up to the present day; looking like I do? Party guys think I’d never be into it…” I paused to pull a big hit from my waterpipe, grabbed him by the neck, blew a shotgun into his mouth, and handed torch and bong over to him, then continued; “I’ll admit it sucks sometimes, but don’t let it get to you – just strike out and be yourself. Damn, kid, you are nice enough and hot enough that you’ll be able to stick to your own course if you want.” He nodded as he inhaled the glass cock then pulled my neck to him and shot-gunned me as aggressively as I had just done to him. I winked at him as I exhaled and said “I’ve got a prediction here – I guarantee you after last night’s performance, NO ONE around here is going to typecast you as a twink bottom…” He grinned hugely at that. “Getting typecast as a redneck TOP, now that might happen from now on…” “Oh yeah? Well, then…” at that the little ginger hottie pushed me onto the bed on my back and pulled up my legs, his hard cock ready for entrance. “Hey country-boy! Some lube? Yeah, I’m pretty open but currently dry down there…” He smirked and dropped to his knees alongside the bed and dove face first into my hairy hole. Unfortunately, it was too good to last. Not two minutes after we started there was a commotion out in the hallway and we heard someone knocking on the door of the room next to mine (Father Frank’s) and then my door, with Zar voice calling “Seth? Miles? I need you both, emergency.” “Damnation, what horseshit do they need from me right this minute?” Miles stood, and with the both of us fully naked, and hard, pulled open my door in annoyance and drawled, “you have the worst goddamn timing Zar…” Without blinking an eye at our condition, Zar bumped into the room and replied, “sorry guys, this really IS an emergency, one of the guests…” he was cut off by Seth busting in behind him whining “Now, what?” The disheveled and confused blond twink was trailed by a rumpled Father Frank looking utterly pleased with himself, Seth wearing a very skimpy purple bikini brief and Frank looking kind of studly in an old Bike jock strap. Zar closed the door behind them, then spying my bong and torch grabbed them, sparked the torch and once the vapor began to churn, took a large hit then sighed as he blew a major cloud into the room. “Sorry for not asking Daddy J, but I really needed that… thanks.” I put my hands up indicating it was no problem then indicated to him to pass it around once he started talking again. Everyone took a hit or two. “So last night, during the blackout one of the guests stumbled on the stairs once the emergency lighting started fading. It hurt, but not really badly, he thought, so he continued playing for a bit, then went to bed after popping a couple of PM painkillers. When he woke up a little bit ago he was in agony, his ankle swollen to the size of a cantaloupe and angry red, black, blue and purple… and he can’t walk, AND he’s a single, no one with him.” “Provincetown Ambulance, or Outer Cape Health?” I queried. “Called ‘em both,” Zar replied. “The Ambulance Corp is swamped because of the storm last night, apparently there were lots of similar and worse injuries around town, and Outer Cape is understaffed today – the doctor can’t get in, and the tech for x-rays and stuff is one of the injuries from last night… so our guest Earl needs to get to Hyannis Hospital because I’ll be damned if that ankle isn’t broken.” “Shit, that sucks,” Miles muttered. Zar continued, “It does. Now Karl and I are going to drive him down to Hyannis, so I need you two on duty right now.” Looking at the condition the four of us were in he said, “I know I’m cutting into off-time for two of you and fun time for Daddy J and Father Frank, and I promise I’ll make it up to all of you somehow, but it’s Saturday morning, our busiest time for check-ins and outs for the entire week and Miles, you’re the only one who can take over the front desk for me, and Sethie, I need your magic down in the laundry to get all the sheets and towels we used up last night ready for the guests, especially the check-ins. I’m sorry, really.” “It’s totally understandable, man” I told him; “and it’s the right thing to do on your part, both as a human being AND as the on-site manager of this business. I’m sure these two young studs will find time for us ol’ geezers later in the weekend.” Father Frank nodded and mumbled his agreement. I started the bong going around again saying “why don’t you guys all take a hit or two to get your energy back up before you all run downstairs and have to get busy…” Zar whispered “Thanks, I owe you one…” in my ear, after he blew his cloud, the boys took their hits, nodded to each other and shot-gunned me and Frank. With a “bye daddies, why don’t you two take care of each other” indicating our hard cocks, the three of them slipped out my door and closed it behind them. Looking at my old buddy, whom I’d known for fifteen years but had only played with sexually for the first time only a few hours ago, I enjoyed the view of the compact little Episcopal Priest who looked like a Kirk Douglas clone and was sporting wood in that classic jock of his. I was still fully naked except for a leather snap cock ring around my dick and was just as hard as he was. “It’s not a bad suggestion, you know” I smirked at him, “we did say we’d continue this later.” “We did, didn’t we…” he mused, then added, “It still feels a little weird with you – old friend and my own age and all – but a few more clouds of this stuff and any hesitation will be gone.” I smiled as I held both torch and waterpipe for him to take a hit and was a bit surprised that he indicated a shotgun so I leaned down to him and touched lips as he shot the cloud into my mouth. Pleased, I set the computer to play porn again, added a few more rocks to the pipe and melted them. We proceeded to take a number of hits and shot-gunned each of them, with our lip contact getting more intense with each hit. Finally, I said it needed to cool down a bit, and taking one last huge lungful from the bong, I set both it and the lighter down and turned to Frank to share it. He pulled my head down to him and pressed his mouth much more intensely on mine this time. The shotgun turned into a pretty serious French Kiss, and that clergyman sure knew how to make out! After about 5 minutes of us sucking face, falling back on the bed, groping each others’ cocks, tweaking each other’s nips, squeezing each other’s butts and fingering each other’s holes, we pulled back for a breath, and all Frank said was “You’re right. Friends SHOULD fuck around. I think it’s your turn, right?” I smirked, and said “hell yes… oops, sorry HEAVENLY yes.” He snickered while I took a second to pull poppers and Max Impact back out, and then lit the torch while Frank laid back on the pillows. I took a rip, handed him the set, and knelt between his legs. Taking his hard cock in my mouth I let the cloud billow all over his cock and balls, while he did a pretty good job getting himself a good hit without burning my stuff! As he blew that cloud down toward my mouth, I took a few minutes to orally appreciate his nice hard cut tool – almost a twin for my own in size, cut and girth, and he was much shorter than me – his nice sack of balls and a quick couple of licks to his taint, before I pulled two pillows, one for behind my head and one for under my ass, and spread my legs for him, showing my hole. “Ready!” I stated. Frank got up on his knees and took one last long draw from the bong, put it down, and then copying me to a degree dove his face into my butt sticking his tongue in my hole and blowing that smoke slowly onto and into me. He then rimmed me spectacularly for a minute or two, and lubing my hole and his dick, slowly but steadily pushed into me. I moaned as he bottomed out and palmed the bottle of poppers to me, indicating both our noses. I really didn’t need them at the moment, but figured I’d go with his flow while he was topping – I took a small hit, then held them for him as he did big hits in both nostrils – this really set him going, and he started a nice hard grinding fuck with lots of hip action, and a good amount of nasty talk on his part. He might have been inexperienced as a bottom, but he was well-versed in topping. I responded to his excellent fuck with my own nasty responses to his sex chatter and worked my ass muscles on him for all I was worth. “Holy Toledo!” he growled, “whatever you are doing with your ass, it feels amazing.” “Just like what you’re doing with your cock man – see, age and experience can be a good thing…” He nodded then indicated the bong, I took a quick hit and then held it for him while he took a long, long drag. He leaned down after I put the pipe down and rammed his mouth onto mine, exhaling the hit and then attacking my tongue with his. While continuing to play tonsil-hockey he really pounded me with a rapid bunny fuck that had both of us moaning into the other, tearing at each other’s nips and sweating like pigs… After a nice long pounding, he ground to a stop, still fully inserted. We both took deep breaths, and he slowly withdrew, both of us falling backwards laughing and gasping for air. “Nice work, Padre, that was one for the ages,” I complimented. “Sure was… yowza, you can do wonders with that hole of yours,” “Not bad for a mostly Top, eh?” I asked. “Now, Let’s see if I learned anything from that – I can’t believe I am saying this, but I need you to fuck ME again,” replied a chagrined Father Frank. “Well, your prayers are about to be answered Frank” I shot back. I quickly got a small booty bump ready for him and shot it into his hole to work on releasing any inhibitions as we drank some Gatorade, changed the porn, wiped up a little bit with paper towels and took a few more hits on the bong. To distract him from the minor burn, I sat him on the edge of the bed as I frequently do with my bottoms, knelt on the floor on a pillow and proceeded to worship his hot hairy ass cheeks and manhole. I feasted on that sweet, clean, inexperienced butt going from kissing and sucking to deep tongue fucking and nipping until my old pal was groaning and grunting and finally begging me to “fuck me already!” Standing up at the side of the bed, he grabbed my hard cock with lube in his hand and slicked me up while I took the lube from him and made sure his almost virginal hole was good and wet and slippery. He took a hit of poppers in each nostril, then nodded, whispering “Slow, please”. Nodding back, I slowly pushed the head of my cock into him, pausing if he flinched until I was finally balls-deep in him. “There it is man, those are my balls bouncing on your cheeks,” I growled. “I can’t believe how good this feels… wish I had done this before.” “Dude, I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you in your cassock at your church. Always thought you were a hottie.” I gradually began thrusting into him and accelerating until I had us moving at a good fuck-speed. “Holy Cow that’s amazing,” he grunted. I must admit, I always found his use of non-obscene cusswords and expressions amusing but found them even more so in a sexual environment. Wanting to give him his money’s worth, I started varying my thrust speed and angle. It was easy enough for me to do, considering the discrepancy between our sizes and weights. I shortly had him taking it on his side, on his knees doggie style, then flat on his belly as I got up on the bed. Maneuvering us a bit, I popped out only for a minute while I got onto my back and had him ride me cowboy style. He seemed to like that a lot (many top guys learning to enjoy bottoming do, it gives you a sense of being more in control even if you are receiving…) and while he rode me he was able to grab the pipe and torch and had us exchange a few clouds more. After letting the hot priest ride me for a few more minutes, it was time. Telling him to hang on, I rolled the two of us, returning me to top position in a Missionary position fuck, and began a steady bunny fuck while twisting and tweaking his nips. His rock-hard cock was pulsing all by itself, and suddenly he started to shake a bit and shoot his load. “Holy Fuck!” he blasphemed, both of us a bit shocked by his outburst and both of us turned on by his hands-free orgasm. I started a breathless joyful laugh at that point and after a moment he joined in with chuckles of his own. “You aren’t going to shoot?” he asked as he finally caught his breath. “No,” I huffed, “seems I need a bit more time to recharge and frankly some sleep – hint, hint.” I made sure that I gave him a big grin, so he wasn’t too put off by my needing a break to sleep, and fortunately he took that in good graces. “Thanks for opening my eyes among other things,” he quipped as he grabbed his stuff and headed for the door. “I may need some further tutoring in the future…” “Any time…” I gasped. “Hey Frank? Need a sleeping pill?” he shook his head in the negative as he closed the door behind him. Setting an alarm for the late afternoon, I took one of my already halved sleep-aids and gulped it back with a full glass of water. Laying back on the bed, I closed my eyes, and with the night’s hot experiences replaying on my eyelids, after a few minutes I dropped off. SATURDAY EVENING: SEXUAL SHINANIGANS AND ANONYMOUS ANTICS I woke briefly around 4 and noticed it was raining outside again, so no dune action for me today! Grabbing my alarm, I reset it for 5:15 and barely got that done before I returned to dreamland for another 45 minutes. Hearing the alarm, I was glad I had done so since that meant I had given my body a good six hours of sleep. Turning the claxon off, I stretched some and tumbled out of bed, heading to my cooler for some yogurt and fruit. As I munched, I checked my flip-phone for messages (remember this was 2006) and seeing none, assembled my kit for a shower and clean-out. Grabbing a towel and pulling on shorts, I made my way down to the desk, still manned by Miles, to see if I could still use the houseboys’ facilities downstairs. Assured that it was still okay, I asked how Earl was and was told that he did have a broken ankle and that Zar and Karl were on their way back with him even as we spoke. Grateful for the continued use of the much larger and easier to use facilities, I headed down the back “Employees Only” stairs to the houseboy’s dorm. Giving a quick “Hello?” and getting no response, I headed to the showers and utilized the shower-shot before shaving and brushing my teeth and then a full shower, getting all the funk of the day off. It wasn’t until I was drying off that anyone came into the bunkroom at all. With a quick “hey daddy” Lorenzo was in and out without questioning anything, so I wrapped the towel, taking shorts and kit in hand and headed back up to my room. I arrived at After-Tea right at 6pm and looked around the dance floor at the Pied Piper. I spied Lou and Vice right off and headed their way. Just as I got to them, I felt a tug on the sleeve and there was Jimmy with a big grin on his face. “Hey guys,” he began, “I want you to meet my niece and her boyfriend, Cassie and Doug.” He indicated two college types trailing him, his niece being a diminutive white goth-type with black fishnets under a black mini, gauzy black blouse, red bandanna and lipstick and black lined eyes and brows. Her boyfriend on the other hand, was pretty preppy, quite the contrast. Taller than me, he must have been 6’2”, a bit hefty but with a nice bubble butt, dressed in a polo, cargo shorts, socks and slides - very white, cute face and big black rimmed glasses, with short dark hair combed to one side. Jimmy introduced us, and the niece looked like she was having a blast while the boyfriend looked a bit stunned at everything. Saying “let’s dance” Cassie pulled us all onto the dance floor, where there was so much of a crowd most of us could only sway (though as a professional dancer at the time, I got in some hot moves). After a bit, I dropped out of the group and leaned against the wall watching. Shortly thereafter, Doug joined me. “Wow, man” he said. “This town is really wild. Have you been here before?” “Many times,” I replied. “I even lived here for five summers a while back.” “And you were cool with all of this?” he asked. “You don’t seem like…” “Hold it,” I broke in, “if you mean all this homosexuality, you’d best know that I’m gay before you go on…” I kept smiling however, since he was still young. “Well, no, I mean, yeah, but…” I stopped him again. “So, all of this is new and a bit unexpected for you, I’m guessing?” I asked. He nodded, “Cassie just said she wanted me to meet her uncle and that this place was wild and a lot of fun.” “And that it is, and don’t worry you don’t have to be gay to have a wild and fun time here… I’m told the straight scene here can be lots of fun too.” “Oh, that’s good, I was getting worried,” he responded. “Cassie said coming here would ‘broaden our horizons’, still not sure what she meant by that.” Seeing the group on the dance floor heading for the back deck of the club, I indicated we should follow. Catching up to them outside, Lou had handed Cassie a vape pen and drawing a hit murmured “oh that’s good! Here, Douglas, give this a try.” She put the pen to his lips and activated it, gesturing to him to inhale and obviously giving him no choice in the matter. She had him take another few hits, then did a few more herself before returning the vape pen to Lou with a “thanks!” as she did so. The group of us chatted somewhat pointlessly for a few more minutes, before Jimmy said “oops, it’s 6:30, we have to be going… have fun kids, we’ll see you later at the party at the Crown!”. They waved goodbye as Cassie pulled Doug back into the crowd and the four of us used the back beach gate to head to the alley and out onto Commercial Street. “Can I ask what that was all about?” I said to Jimmy. “Sorry, didn’t mean to blindside you but you seem to have done exactly what I needed you to.” I indicated for him to go on. “My niece wants to spice up their somewhat boring sex life and get Doug in touch with his wilder side – she thinks he has some bi tendencies, and she’s always wanted to be gang-banged, and wanted me to set up both, while getting them both high to do so. So that was the set-up, while the scene itself starts at the Crown Party tonight. We just gave them a preview of Miss Tina, and whether you knew it or not, you just gave him the first inkling that gay men aren’t just sissies and the like…” “Devious” I responded, not sure whether I meant that as a compliment or not. We headed over to one of the town’s leather stores that had a good variety of fetish wear. The clerk and I recognized each other vaguely from my days living in P’town a decade prior remembering a leather jock I bought from him back then. I picked up some more analeeze for myself (having given the stuff I had to Vice) then got another bottle of poppers, and a new chained set of nipple clamps, plus a pair of nipple suction cups. When I was done with my own purchases, Lou asked me to advise on some leather wear for Vice, which he’d be paying for. Vice looked a bit taken aback and said “Yo, you sure man?” to which Lou replied “You gunna’ be my right-hand man, you gotta look the part…” So the first thing I picked out, Jimmy seconded me on – a leather vest with no buttons or closures, but with leather fringe down the side seams. Sounds a bit like something Ike Turner would have worn, I know, but once we got his shirt off, it looked awesome on Vice. “Oh yes” said the salesman. “you’ll have them drooling wearing this.” The second necessity from my point of view was a harness for Vice. I chose one that had leather shoulder straps, but big link metal chains around the sides and heading down the front to a cockring. Next was a pair of lederhosen style chaps with a snap-on snap-off front and back panel and big chrome rivets running down the side seam. “Would you come with me to the fitting room, young sir?” the salesman asked with a vulpine smile on his face. “Go ahead, enjoy the fitting,” I said as Lou nodded for Vice to go on. While they were gone, Jimmy and Lou and I cruised the store looking at more things for sale. The absent two made a brief return for Vice to show off his new regalia both with the flaps on, and then with a slight blush as the salesman pulled them aside, with the flaps off. There was no denying his cock had a semi, and that it was wet. They returned to the dressing room while we chuckled and shopped some more. By the time they returned, the clerk with a smile and Vice with a smirk, I had gotten some toy cleaner; Jimmy had gotten lube and a new paddle; and Lou had picked up a jock, some Max Impact and four leather armbands, two of which were intended for Vice. Lou picked up all of Vice’s items plus his own and wanted to pay for the stuff Jimmy and I had, but we thanked him and refused, paying our own on these minor purchases. The clerk widened his eyes when Lou paid for all his purchases in cash. He told us he hoped all of us would return soon, with a wink and a smile. As we exited the store, Lou asked Vice, “So did he give you all the service you needed?” Jimmy and I snickered a bit. “Yo, guys, that dude got me back there and once I had my pants down he had my dick in his mouth in about half-a-second,” Vice told us. “I would have bumped him off, but it felt so good, I just let him go to town for a bit. He pulled off and said that he needed me hard to test the fit of the pouch and the cockring. After we came out to show you how I looked, he gave me a bit more head before he stopped and looked at me – I told him yo man, have a party to go to later if you catch it. He did and let me get dressed after that.” We all chuckled some more. “He did give me his card with his number, yo…” he finished, joining us in our laughter. It was only a block or two to Jimmy’s place and once inside he pulled out his big glass bong and loaded it up while putting some porn up on his big screens. We all blew some nice clouds while Lou took the time to give Vice the two leather armbands, which looked awesome on his pumped biceps. Jimmy said that he and Lou had to go and make more preparations for the group scene later this evening and needed us to hang until he called us around 11. It seems he wanted us to meet him and Lou and the niece and her boytoy at the Crown, and then as things progressed, join them in the kids’ room. Once things started going, I was supposed to bring Doug back here to Jimmy’s where a few tops would meet us, and Jimmy and Lou and Vice would stay in the room with some others coming to fulfill Cassie’s end of her fantasy. And no, Jimmy was NOT going to fuck his niece, he was hanging to assure her safety. They would then head down to Jimmy’s later to reunite the two kids. “In the meantime,” Jimmy asked. “Could you two do me a favor? Normally on a Saturday I would have one or both of my gloryholes open from now until I went out at 10:30 or 11. It’s one of the busiest times and I’m afraid some of my regulars would be ticked off if there’s no one manning them tonight. Would you guys consider doing that for me?” Again, Lou nodded in Vice’s direction, and so he nodded yes as I replied, “sounds like fun to me!” Jimmy made sure we had his big bong handy with a bag of shards from Lou. There were lubes, poppers, Max Impact and bottles of water at hand, plus he activated the screen in the gloryhole alcove (see Part 1 and Part 2) and put some gloryhole porn on it. Reminding me of how the exterior lights and camera worked and how to turn them on once we were ready, Lou and Jimmy told us to have fun and left by the ground level entrance to Jimmy’s house. Left to ourselves, I noticed Vice was already stripping, so I joined him in getting naked. From Jimmy’s collection on the wall of the playroom, I pulled two stretchy cock-rings and some paper towel rolls. “Are you okay with this?” I asked Vice. “Hell yeah, this’ll be wickie hot,” he replied, “like a vending machine of dicks!” Then I followed asking the enthusiastic newbie, “These holes are set up so that you can get fucked too. Are you ready for that if you feel like doing so?” “Sure am, used that shooter in Lou’s shower,” he responded, grabbing the bong and melting the congealed puddle on the bottom of the bowl. As I watched him take a huge rip, I thought how this kid was supposedly straight as an arrow just over 48 hours ago, and now he was enthusiastic to work a gloryhole? Astonishing. There had to be something more to this in the background that I was unaware of, but my musing was derailed as he took another big hit and shot-gunned it to me. Fuck the mystery, it was time to play! We each took a few more hits from the bong, and I suggested booty-bumps to get us in the mood for anything. Each getting a similar sized shard from the baggie we got down into a rimming 69, and after good tongue work on each other’s hole we pressed the shard as deep as we could into each other. I winced a bit at the burn, and Vice grunted “glad this part don’t last too long…”. As the burn faded, I walked over to the gloryhole alcove which Jimmy had pulled the curtain on earlier. This was a bump-out on the side of the house near the rear corner that the Realtor in me suspected had been a coal chute in bygone days. As it was, it had two side-by-side “stations” facing the outer wall where the holes were. The holes were at average waist height on the outside of the house, but the alcove’s floor was a bit lower than that (hence my feeling it was a coal receptacle in the past) with what looked for all the world like the kneelers from church on the floor of each station – there was an extra pad to put in the closest station for Jimmy who was shorter than the average guy he’d have join him there. The full to the floor stations were built narrowly so that the walls of each chute left room along the sides for padded shelves for a guy’s shins, allowing him to face the other way and have his ass even with the hole. Between the two was a holder for poppers and such, a swing door with shelf to outside and a really primitive b/w security screen to see the visitors. Guys in the know knew that a single green light out by the fence both front and along the lane meant one cocksucker was available, two lights meant two were. Arriving in the roofed over alcove on the side of the house, there was a bell to ring if the cocksucker was away from the holes for a moment. Quite a system, actually. I hit the switches for both holes, pulled the cork and wood plugs from both and watching the porn on the little screen at the back, while we sat cross legged across from each other stroking, smoking and laughing until the first “customer” arrived not 5 minutes later. The dude stepped up to the hole on the left, the one Vice had chosen, so he got on his knees and took in what looked like a decent sized dick. Only a minute or two later, the security cam showed another guy heading for the right hole and I got on my knees beside Vice and began servicing a fatter but shorter uncut dick. Using hand signals we decided to race to see who could get his guy off first. I won, but only by a couple of seconds. After that there was a fairly regular stream, never more than a five-minute break with neither hole used. Sometimes just one of us was busy, sometimes the other, sometimes both. When it was just one, the other of us would rim, suck, or rub our hard cocks against the sucker’s ass. We had just taken a water break about an hour into the session when the security cam showed 2 guys showing up together. Vice immediately perked up and whispered “oh fuck this is hot! I know them, old friends… left, go left… YES” Though I didn’t know the whole story, what little I got made me very horny and I went to town on the other old friend while Vice slipped the longest cock so far between his lips. Both dicks were beautiful, big and full, but Vice’s pal got a bit thicker than he could handle so we switched places briefly so I could deep-throat his pal. While stroking his other pal, Vice hissed through the swing door. “you guys want some ass? Wanna fuck?”. The guys indicated they did and asked for a bottle of poppers while Vice returned to his station and we both lubed our butts some and got on our shins and presented our holes to the wall. Vice took a huff of poppers, passed them to me, and tapped on the wall to let them know to start. Meanwhile, I torched up the pipe and we each took a hit as our holes got breached. Vice’s guy apparently made his entrance slowly, while mine was a bit more rushed. Once we had blown out our first hit, I whispered “so what’s the deal”. Vice replied likewise with a whisper that his guy was his best friend in elementary school and played on his hockey team in high school, and the other guy was his pal’s older brother. “I can’t believe I sucked on my buddy’s dick and now he’s got it fucking me… can’t wait for the next time I see him on the street or something and he doesn’t know that I know what his hard dick looks like and tastes like and that he fucked his old hockey buddy up the ass. So wickie hot!!” We made out like teenagers before taking more bong hits as the straight boys outside banged our butts. At one point from outside we heard “Change up?” and the cocks pulled out briefly before we each felt a slightly different tool slip up our holes. “Damn, Jimmy,” came the voice from outside, “whoever you got workin’ the holes tonight, let us know the next time they are here… so good…” Vice and I smiled at each other as the guys withdrew again and returned to their original places to finish off. Sure enough, only a minute or two passed before my guy started to squirt with his brother starting right after. Once they both pulled out, we both sat back to breathe. “Fuckin’ A, that was so hot,” Vice began. “Who’d a thought someday I would suck off my man Matteo, and get him to bang my ass. Damn he’s got an amazing dick!” “His brother wasn’t bad either,” I smirked. “You knowing them made that a lot hotter too. And he has no idea who just got him off so well!” “Shit, now that I know what his dick looks like and what a good fuck he is, I wonder if there’s any way I could get him tweaked up on T, and have him get naked and fuck around together… maybe get a piece of his ass too…” he mused. “I like the way you think son,” I responded. After that we only had one or two more who wanted to fuck, and neither were at the same time. In fact, both holes were only active at the same time once more before we closed down, but when one of us was sucking, the other was rimming him, or sucking him, or fucking him from behind. We kept each other quite happy as we finished off the 8 or so more guys who stopped by before 10:30 when we shut down, turning off the lights and closing up the alcove, putting the plugs back, closing all the lubes and poppers and turning the security cam off. Pulling the heavy curtain down over the alcove, we headed to the group shower Jimmy had on that level, did quick touchups and packed ourselves up (including Vice’s new leather attire and the baggie Lou left us). Right on time at 11:00, Jimmy messaged us to “start heading down” and gave directions on how to properly lock his place up with the keys he gave me before he left. He knew I needed to stop at my guest house to change into fetish/club wear for the party and get Vice changed into his. Jimmy naturally worked this time into his schedule for the evening. I messaged back we’d be there before 11:30. Swinging out onto Commercial Street together, I looked at Vice and said “Looks like you’ll be getting some real pussy tonight, that must make you happy…” He shrugged and said, “Not really sure pussy will be as much fun, and besides, Jimmy’s niece looks kinda skanky, don’t she…?” “I thought she was kind of a manipulative little minx,” I replied. “Already got one of those, who needs more?” Vice quipped. I laughed and slapped him on the back as we headed through the fog to my guesthouse. -
New Year’s Eve, and I knew that the bars and the sex clubs would be doing a good business, crowded with men, all looking for the same thing: sex ! It was still early, so I made a plan to check out an Adult Book Store, then hit the sex clubs, later on. But, first, I needed to do a little partying, to really put me in the mood. I was glad that I had thought ahead and texted my dealer, the day before, to replenish my supply. Before I go out trawling for sex, I like to get chemmed up. It gives me a lot of confidence, and makes all of my inhibitions disappear. My favorite way to get pretty well spun in a short amount of time is to blow clouds in and out of a condom. So, I reloaded my bubbler pipe, lit my torch, and carefully applied the small blue flame to the bowl. As soon as I saw a decent size puddle forming, I moved the torch away, and started rolling the bowl back and forth, watching closely as more and more clouds started swirling. Then, I started slowly sucking on the stem of the pipe, and I reapplied the torch, to keep the clouds swirling, continuously. As soon as I had sucked my lungs full, I pressed an unrolled condom tightly against my lips, and blew a huge cloud into it. Pinching off the end of the condom, I took a couple of breaths, then I sucked the clouds out of the condom and back into my lungs, repeating, for a total of about 20 hits, all from just one hit off the pipe. Next, I got cleaned up, then put on a steel cock ring and a black jockstrap, followed by my favorite leather chaps and my boots. But, before I was ready to leave, I wanted to hit the pipe again, so I fired it up, and, using the same method as before, took about 20 more hits, giving me a good dopamine high. I knew that the Adult Book Store closed early, so I got there around 9:00 PM. I was lucky to get a good parking place, so I decided to leave my car there when I left the Adult Book Store and headed over to the sex clubs, which were only a couple blocks away. I walked in, paid the admission, then I went straight through to the back of the store, and through the leather curtains, and into the video arcade. Just as I had expected, there were a lot of men there. I knew that would make it easier for me to hook up with guys who were looking to fuck. There was a steady parade of men walking through the arcade, sometimes opening doors and going in, and sometimes just looking inside, then continuing on. I stepped into a vacant booth, and closed and latched the door. There were glory holes on three sides of the booth, and I could tell from the garish white glow of the video screen that there were men stationed at two of the holes, waiting to suck cocks. I remembered to bring a lube applicator with me, and I used it to shoot a fair amount of lube up my hole. Then, I placed my hands on my knees and backed my ass up to the vacant glory hole, and waited, poppers in hand. In just a few minutes, I could feel a cock head rubbing up and down on my hole, so I quickly uncapped the poppers and took a couple of good hits. It was good timing because just as I started to feel my heart slamming, I could also feel the man’s cock head pushing into me. Damn, it felt good, and I started moaning each time he drove his hard cock into me. It felt like his cock was not too much thicker and longer than average, so it was a good size for my first fucking of the evening. From time to time, I took a hit of poppers while he kept up a steady pace. Before long, with his cock all the way inside of me, he stopped thrusting. I felt his cock head pulsating, deep inside of me, and I heard him groaning loudly as he began fucking me really hard, pumping his load into me, his belt buckle knocking against the wall between us with every thrust, until his balls were completely drained. He slowly pulled his cock out of my hole, and I heard him unlatch the door and leave, letting the door slam behind him. Quite a few men opened the door of the next booth, then left, letting the door slam each time. Apparently, they were looking for cocks, the same as I was. So, I just hung out, waiting, and letting the glare of the video screen illuminate my bare ass, so that it would be pretty obvious to anybody looking through the glory holes that I wanted to get fucked. Next to me, I heard a booth door close and latch, and I waited a few seconds to let him see my bare ass through the glory hole. He didn’t leave, so I knew that he must have been interested. I took a couple more hits of poppers at the same time that I pressed my ass up against the glory hole. With no warning, he rammed his cock into me and fucked me furiously. Luckily, he wasn’t very big, so I took it pretty easily. After he blew his load into me and left, there seemed to be a long stretch of time, with nothing happening, other than all the noises from around the arcade. I was thinking that it must be getting near closing time, soon. Then, I heard the familiar sound of the booth door next to me opening, closing, then being latched. I let the man see my bare ass. Then, I don’t know why, but I bent down a little and glanced through the glory hole just as the man was popping open the buttons on his jeans. As many cocks as I’ve seen, and as many cocks as I’ve had fuck me, I’m still amazed when I see a really big one. And, the donkey dick that flopped out of his jeans was definitely a big one. Very big. Backing my ass up against the glory hole, I was glad that I was feeling spun, and I was glad that I brought my poppers. I was also glad that I had just gotten fucked by two other men who had blasted some extra lube into my hole. Most extra well hung men are considerate because they’ve learned that not every guy is able to handle something that size, and this man was no exception. I took some quick hits of poppers, then felt his slippery, lubed cock head locating my hole. From previous experience taking big cocks, I’ve learned to push my hole out at the same time that he’s pushing in, until his cock head is past my opening. Then, he stopped there to let me get used to it before he slowly pushed farther in. You can bet that I was hitting the poppers, often. He stopped for a few seconds, then pushed farther in, then stopped, and pulled back a little, then stopped before pushing even farther inside. DAMN, it felt good ! Now, his big donkey dick was all the way inside my hole, and he started slowly pulling it almost all the way back, then slowly shoving it all the way back in. My heart was slamming from the poppers, I was breathing really hard because I was spun, and my butt hole was in heaven. Then, I heard someone yell that it was ten minutes until closing time. Damn ! I wanted to feel this donkey dick fucking me all night. I was glad that he didn’t stop. He obviously wanted to dump his load in me because he kept his cock most of the way inside of me, and took short fast strokes. It felt like his cock was getting even bigger. When he started cumming, he took longer strokes. He quickly shoved his big donkey dick all the way inside me, and held it there. I could feel jets of cum splattering inside me before he pulled back then drove all the way into me again, dumping more and more of his load. As soon as he pulled his big donkey dick all the way out of me, I quickly inserted my butt plug to keep all that cum from gushing out of me. I sat in my car for maybe 15 minutes, hitting my glass pipe and replaying what had just happened. FUCK, I wanted more cock ! I got out of my car and headed over to the sex club. I had my hand inside my jockstrap, stroking my meth-shrivled cock, and with every step I took, I could feel the butt plug massaging my butt hole, and making me hornier than ever. Arriving at the sex club, I checked in, paid the admission, and got two bottles of water, one of which I chugged right down. There were definitely a lot of men here, so I knew it would be easy to get fucked. Before taking a quick tour of the club, I went directly to the slings, on the off chance that one of them was available. No such luck. All of them were in use, and a large group of men was crowding in as close as possible, to watch the action. I’d come back later. I didn’t find much else of interest, so I entered the always dependable Dark Room. Even though it’s mostly dark, they give you a glow in the dark wrist band to wear, so the longer you’re in the Dark Room, the easier it is to see and feel your way around. Having left my butt plug in my locker, I was more than ready to get fucked some more. A lot more. There was a narrow bench along one wall, so I bent over and placed my hands on the bench, with my legs spread a little, and my ass sticking out. Almost immediately, I felt a slippery cock head rubbing up and down my crack until it found my hole and shoved inside. Good size cock. He fucked me sometimes slowly, sometimes pounding his cock into me. After maybe five minutes, he pulled out without shooting his load, and he disappeared. No problem. I knew that, it was still fairly early, and that most guys liked to do a lot of fucking, but they held off on cumming until later on. Right away, a second guy’s hands were on my ass, and I felt 2 fingers, then 3 fingers working my hole, hard and fast. I stood up just long enough to take a couple hits of poppers, and, as soon as I bent over again, his thick cock was at my hole, pushing hard. With the 3 loads of cum that I took at the adult book store, my hole was well lubed, and with a little persistence, he managed to force his cock into me. Fuck, he was really stretching my hole ! But, I wasn’t complaining. The bigger the better, and he was really giving me a good fucking ! But, before he could shoot his load, he pulled his big dong out of my ass and walked away. One good thing about the Dark Room is that almost all of the men are all business. They’re in there to fuck and get fucked. Although they usually want to hold off on shooting their loads until they’re ready to leave, while they’re in the Dark Room, they don’t waste any time, moving from one guy to the next. Fine with me. I’m there to get fucked by as many cocks as possible. As I bent forward again, my heart still slamming from the hits of poppers, another cock was ready and waiting, pushing hard against my hole, intent on fucking me. Without any hesitation, he rammed his cock all the way in me and started pounding my ass really hard. I was glad that I had gotten pretty well spun before I left my house because, although my ass was really hungry for cock, this guy was giving me a really intense fucking. He stopped only long enough for me to take a few hits of poppers. Then, he bent me over again, and rammed his cock into me, taking up right where he had left off. Then, I guess he needed to take a break, because he suddenly pulled his cock out of my hole, patted his hand on my hip a couple of times, and walked away. Even though I was high and couldn’t keep track of time, I’d guess that I was in the Dark Room for about an hour and a half, getting fucked almost continuously by one cock after another. Every once in a while, I would wander out to where the slings were located, but each time all of them were occupied. I stood there watching the men in the slings, getting their asses fucked by one cock after another. As I listened to them grunting and moaning, I could feel my hole twitching, wishing that one of the slings would become vacant. It was fucking hot to watch, but that was where my ass wanted to be, so I stood there, watching for no more than a few minutes. I kept returning to the Dark Room where there was no lack of men of all ages, shapes, and cock sizes, looking for any willing hole to fuck, and my hungry hole was more than happy to accommodate them. Eventually, some of the men must have been ready to leave because more and more of them didn’t pull out. Each man who was fucking me suddenly started breathing rapidly, then he shoved his cock all the way in me, his body shuddering all over as he pumped his load deep inside my hole. I counted 8 loads. I could feel the cum starting to leak out of my ass, so I quickly returned to my locker, retrieved my butt plug, and shoved it into place. This time, when I made my way back to where the slings were, there was finally one available, so I hopped into it. A line of men kept walking by, checking out me as well as the guys who were occupying the other slings. I didn’t have to wait more than a few seconds for a guy to step up, open his pants, and stroke his cock a few times before he shoved it into my cum lubed ass, and fucked me with a purpose, while a group of maybe 20 or 25 men stood close to the action and slowly stroked their cocks as they watched me getting fucked. Most of them had been edging for hours, and now they were ready to explode. Very soon, the guy who was fucking me, held onto the waist band of my chaps and let out a loud groan, as he bucked his hips and blasted a big load of cum into me. As soon as each man shot his load in my ass and pulled out, another guy, his cock already hard and ready to go, took his place and started fucking me. That went on without a break until I had taken 9 more loads of cum. By then, most of the men were clearing out, and I decided to do the same. After climbing out of the sling, I hurried to my locker, got my butt plug, and pushed it back in, trapping all those loads of cum inside of my hole. Then, I stood up and buckled my butt plug harness around my waist and tightened the strap in back so that the firm leather plate was pressing hard against the base of the butt plug, keeping it firmly in place. I picked up my leather motorcycle jacket from the clothes check, left a tip, then walked outside. Walking back to my car, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to go home or check out another sex club that was nearby. I knew that club stayed open very late and attracted a good crowd long after the bars closed. One thing I was sure of was that I wanted to party, so I sat in my car and fired up my glass pipe and blew a huge cloud into a condom, just like I had done at home. Back and forth I shot-gunned the cloud into the condom, then sucked it all back into my lungs, again taking about 20 hits, altogether. DAMN, that felt good ! When I realized that I had been unconsciously flexing my hole around my butt plug, I knew that I wasn’t going home, yet. I paid the admission and got checked in at the second sex club. While I was at the clothes check counter, I saw a hot man heading my way, leading a boy by a leash. I glanced at the boy who was wearing nothing but boots and a collar, then back at the man holding the leash. He was probably in his late 40’s, about 6-2, and he was wearing a muir cap, boots, chaps, and a harness that really showed off his broad, muscular chest. But, what really got my attention was his codpiece pouch that was so big he had to walk a little bow-legged.
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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 1
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Most of those who’ve read my real life “enhanced” experiences may know that I’ve kept a “sex diary” since I was a teen-ager coming out in pre-AIDS New York City. This multi-part entry tells about the longest party weekend I’ve had in all my years back in 2006. I had started to tell this story on another now defunct site almost 10 years ago, but the notebook of my experiences from that time went missing when a friend borrowed the whole set and returned it with one book missing. He found the misplaced notebook just this month while doing a closet overhaul to relieve Corvid Cabin Fever. I will post it as I finish typing and editing, in several parts. P’TOWN PARTYING Part 1 I've always been a huge fan of Provincetown ever since my parents (knowingly!!) sent me there for two full weeks as a 19 year old back in 1982 (to the Pilgrim House, no less, which might as well have been an upscale bathhouse at the time – that part I actually DON’T think they were aware of!). So, why am I such a huge fan? Less attitude than Fire Island and lots of sex. My husband and I even spent five full months a year up there for six years in a row (May - October) and during that time I was one of the models for the 1992 "Joy of Gay Sex", and I wrote a few articles about how to cruise the dunes and the "dick dock" for Scott O'Hara's magazine "Steam". Well, that was the 90s... More recently, we don't get to spend too much time up there, but up until a few years ago there was always a time in August when my other half had to attend a Thursday through Sunday business conference near Boston, so our usual M.O. was to have us drive from NY to the conference center on Wednesday night, staying with my other half at the hotel overnight, and then when he left for his morning session on Thursday have me head to P'Town and check in by early afternoon - he'd take the ferry over after the conference on Sunday evening and we'd stay till the following weekend. This schedule gave me three nights and four days of playing around with his blessing - amazingly he's VERY vanilla despite our 30 years together, and he'd rather I did my major partying and kinkier playing when he's working or away... perfect for both of us. Though I have always been lucky enough to have a lot of really hot play sessions, they are seldom LONG as generally I have to work the next day and my other half prefers that I not stay out all night even if I get home at 5AM. So, this annual “free weekend” arrangement allowed a nice really long extended session for me. One year in particular was probably the best long session I've ever had. It’s certainly got the most entries on one weekend that I ever added to what I call my “sex diary” (if you ever wondered why I remember so many details of my experience, it helps that I write them down right after they’ve happened in a notebook I keep for my old age! I started them way back when I was a teenager). I had been chatting with a guy on-line that I'd been “e-introduced” to by mutual fuck buds. He lived year-round in P'Town, but he had not moved there as yet in the 90s when my hub and I were doing our 5 months a year there. This new bud and I had agreed I would meet him at his house at 3:30 that Thursday afternoon when I arrived in town. He was versatile also and we further agreed to make sure we were both totally cleaned out and popped a blue pill before meeting so we could get right down to chem sex... THURSDAY ARRIVAL AND PREGAME SHOW There was - unbelievably - no traffic that day, and I was checked just after 12 noon – I was lucky my room was actually ready, I was so early! I called my hubby’s hotel and left a message for him that I’d arrived safely. Anyone remember "The Ranch" in the center of town? Half guest house, half bath house - billed itself as a bunk house and was the leather men's place to stay - the second and third floor hallways were the same as any bathhouse and any time day or night you might happen on someone with the door open looking for some action. I had taken my Vitamin V and was all cleaned up and out, back from the communal showers and in my room with the door cracked puffing a little on the glass cock. A guy peeks around the door and asks to borrow some lube - he was actually someone who'd been at the Ranch the same time the last two years, so we'd played around some in prior vacations; he'd seen me coming out of the shower and knew I usually had good lube with me. Like me he was a well-toned blond, though not as hairy in the body as me (and yeah, about 20 years younger!) He looked at the pipe and said "I didn't know you partied! I've always wanted to but my boyfriend won't let me." I told him he didn't know that I partied because generally he was always here during the time when my partner was - and my husband doesn't do it and prefers I pnp when playing by myself. I told this Boston Fratboy to close the door over and come sit down. I asked if his boyfriend were waiting for him and he said he had a couple of minutes while his boyfriend futzed with the porn, but would I like to join them? I said I had a major hookup to go to at 3:30 though I'd come play for a few minutes, but first I was going to give him a taste of partying. I took a huge hit and shot-gunned him, which he said he'd done enough times with the green stuff back in college. He was amazed how smooth it was - I shot-gunned him a few more times, then he took a few big hits of his own - we put down the pipe for a minute or two of mutual ass rimming, then took a few more hits. He gave me a huge tongue kiss and headed back to his room to let his BF know I was going to play with them for a few minutes. I packed my bag for my upcoming long session, and then wandered down the hall in just my jock to the room those guys were in - which was one of the rooms with a sling set up. The BF was a white cub type in the sling, blindfolded, with a bottle of poppers he was huffing. I said "hey, don't get up" and he remembered me from past years and thanked me for coming down, hoping I could join them for a longer period later in the weekend. Fratboy got up from where he was rimming his BF and slid his condom-covered cock into the guy (I'd forgotten they played "safe", ugh). The blindfolded BF was sucking my cock with his head turned to the side, and Fratboy silently mouthed to me "fuck my ass... bare". I tell Bearcub I'm going to go rim Fratboy (which I did for a minute), then lubed him with my lube and slid in - easily! I remembered that the kid was mostly top, like me, and always had a hard time getting fucked. Well not after Miss T made his acquaintance! He was moaning like crazy but careful to say "yeah, rim my fucking ass" rather than what he really wanted to say. I fucked for a few minutes then pulled out, indicating my wrist for "time". I gave his BF a few minutes of oral on his short thick hairy tool, thanked them for the quickie and headed back to my room to get ready to leave. I took a piss, washed my dick, and went back to my room. Fratboy slipped in my door as I was putting on my shorts and sneakers. I raised my eyebrows and he whispered "he's got a vibrating plug up his hole, and I told him I had to piss. I was hoping I could get a couple of more hits from you before you go - and maybe later when he's asleep I could join you guys?" I smiled and shook my head affirmatively - another convert to chemsex! I lit up the pipe while he programmed his number into my cell and we shot-gunned back and forth... He said getting fucked had never been that easy and that he hoped my host friend would let him join the scene later. I told him I would definitely check with my buddy, and he should be ready and cleaned-out for the leather party, “and make sure your fingernails are clipped and filed down…” I also informed him it was an all-bareback party and guys who were poz – including me - would definitely be there and expecting to breed. He said he had no problem with that, so after one last puff he slipped out my door. Cooling and stowing my pipe, I waited for him to get back into his room before I closed my door behind me and locked it. THURSDAY AFTERNOON – LET THE GAMES BEGIN The guy I was meeting was named Jimmy and lived about a 5-minute walk away - ironically only two buildings away from the offices of the summer publication I used to write for! As I turned off Commercial Street, I saw him sitting on his covered front porch that was lifted above street level by about 10 stairs. He was hot - a really tanned white guy with longish blond-white hair and a handsome mischievous face with a bit of a five o'clock shadow. He didn't stand as I approached the porch but smiled and waved one hand - his profile had said he was 5'5" so I knew he wasn't at all what you'd call tall, but that doesn't concern me - hot is hot. I opened the gate he indicated and climbed the stairs to the front porch. There was a solid door at the top and rather than an open railing the porch had a solid wall up to waist height - when I opened the door I saw why he hadn't stood up. He was naked from the waist down other than his socks and his huge dick was hard and bobbing and dripping as he stroked it. I knew his profile and our mutual acquaintances had said he was hung, but sheeee-it this was one of the biggest cocks I'd played with and in the top ten for any white guy I’d encountered. At that moment I was a bit abashed - thank god for the few German genes mixed with my Irish... my cock is completely average in length, though thank god thicker than usual - still, this humongous piece on this obviously short guy had me jealous for a minute! Next to him there was a bong and what looked like a lit Bunsen burner, a can of maximum impact, some lube and a little black case. "Right on time, man, I like that..." he said. "Put your bag there, then sit down, then slide your shorts down so nobody walking by sees we're not wearing much here." I sat and he indicated the burner and bong cautioning me to keep it low below the level of the solid railing. Leaning to my left, I held the bong over the blue jet and with my left hand and watched the clouds start swirling within. I took a huge hit, and he told me "don't move!" as I felt him wrap a band around and then swab my right arm. With amazing ease, I felt the pin prick and warmth spreading from it, then he pulled away counting down from “10”. I exhaled the smoke I'd been holding, and at “1” he pulled the band and I coughed four times. Whoa... this guy knew his business... had to be the best point ever, and the easiest. If I thought I was horny before... jeez, I was an animal now. He stayed on his knees and began sucking licking and mouthing my cock while around it he said low enough that no one walking by could hear - "I pointed as soon as you turned the corner and I recognized you from your picture, and I had to get my mouth full of cock for a minute it got me so horny.” I was going wild and wanted some cock myself - we waited until there was no one passing by and he slid back into his seat, while I melted out of mine and between his legs. I was face to cock with that monster of his and started sucking and drooling all over it and his hot hairy balls. I lifted his legs a bit and got my tongue in his hot little hole while I felt his boy-butter covered fingers sliding into and lubing up my hole. I heard him spraying maximum impact into a cloth and he handed the cloth to me as he leaned down and whispered, “Stay on all fours but turn around and start impaling your hole on this cock... when you get in, sit up so it just looks like you are sitting on my lap.” Sucking the sprayed cloth, I turned around on hands and knees and backed my now very hungry hole up to that massive tool. It slid in amazing easily, showing how well the chems were doing their job. In a word it felt AMAZING, and unlike my usual M.O., I required no time to adjust. I got one leg under me while he held my hips and in a few more seconds I was sitting in his lap with that entire rod buried up inside my hairy blond butt. With our tank tops on and innocent smiles on our faces, we looked like a sweet gay couple just enjoying the afternoon, instead of two chem pigs, fucking in all-but-broad-daylight. I worked my butt muscles on his rod and he moaned, while I just rolled my eyes reveling in how damn good his huge cock felt in me. He leaned down to the burner and subtly got a hit from the bong. Leaning back and turning my head, we kissed and he shot-gunned his hit. The smoke wound up back in his mouth, and picking up a very fake cigarette he very obviously held it to his lips a second before breathing out our cloud of T. Then from below the porch there was a bang of a door which should have shocked me but didn't. A voice called up from below "I'm finished Mr. J... have a good weekend!" I looked down to the street to see the retreating back of a woman carrying some cleaning supplies in one hand and tossing a wave over her shoulder with the other. "What the fuck was that?" I asked with an obvious laugh, and he replied "my cleaning lady was running late today and I didn't want to wait to start our session, so that's why we've been fucking around out here on the porch." I just sat there for a second, still impaled on his huge piece and then starting laughing my head off. He said, “Let’s pull up our shorts and get inside and get the real fun started.” He turned off the burner, and put all his supplies in a wicker picnic basket as I pulled my shorts back on and got my bag. He opened the door and we crossed into the upper floor of the house quickly passing through what I think was the living room with a VERY extensive art collection. There also appeared to be a kitchen, small bedroom, and a bathroom on that level, but he hustled me quickly down a staircase. There was a small office at the bottom (with the door to the outside his cleaning lady had just used) and a locked door on the other side of the landing. Through the door was a huge room that was all play space - one of the best I'd ever seen. There was a sling, a rimseat, a weight bench, saint andrews cross, two mattresses and a couple of those wedge things covered in leather. The walls alternated between Vid Screens, mirrors and black pegboard with all sorts of toys and B&D equipment hanging or in metal cubes... there was a large bathroom that was mostly open to the space that looked more like a locker room bathroom than a home installation. Finally, on what would be the rear wall of the house, there was some kind of small alcove curtained off with black cloth. I smiled at him, nodding and saying "Nice... damn nice" then indicating the street and the office door over my shoulder I trailed off with "but... um". He laughed and said, "No man, the cleaning lady doesn't clean THIS room - only me." He hit a couple of switches and the screens lit - three screens of porn and one that was obviously a cam, split screened with us in the room on one side, and the logo for some cam site on the other. We stripped down completely this time and he opened the cam site pulling a few guys feeds onto the one screen while a small image of us remained for us to see ourselves. I took a good look at him (finally) as he got the bong ready for some hits. He WAS short, 5'5" might have been an exaggeration, but he was ripped and wiry with that huge cock and a sweet little butt - and covered with swirls of blond hair all over his chest, legs, arms, shoulders, ass and cock. We shared some huge hits as more guys "pinged" on the screen to watch us, and then he lay back in the sling and said "blow that chem-smoke up my fucking mancunt". Okay, so you don't have to ask me twice. Really, I catch on to these things rather well... All kidding aside, I got down on the pad under the sling, took a huge rip and sinking my lips onto that freakin’ gorgeous hole, pried him open with my tongue and breathed the cloud into that hole to the best of my practiced abilities. I totally LOVE rimming a man's hole and as usual it made my already hard dick ready to split open. "You've felt mine man, let me feel yours - give the viewers a show here". I stood up and sank my cock right into that fucking hot hole and proceeded to give him a major good pounding. I used the sling to its best advantage, at times pulling him to me, at other times hanging from the bars and rabbit fucking him, even pulling my legs up into the sling so he could suck my toes while I continued hanging from the bars and using my arms and the inertia from the movement to continue to pound into him. We had an awesome ride, until after a while his phone beeped. He asked me to hand him the phone, which I did, and he said "Good! He's right on time" (This guy definitely had something about punctuality - I never did find out what, but that sort of thing went on all weekend). "Who…?" I asked. He smirked, "My 'grocer' is here with a delivery for the weekend, we don't want to run out of Miss Tina, do we?" Vehemently shaking my head "NO", he smiled and said “I'll go let him in". And got up naked and hard and went across the hall. I sat on the weight bench watching the porn and the cam-guys for a minute then heard voices. Now, I'm a native New Yorker, and the fact is that I like hot guys of all races and nationalities - and I can indulge my desire for variety in New York very easily. Provincetown on the other hand, being a Massachusetts seashore resort, is another issue. Now don't get me wrong, I'm a white guy myself and it’s not like I don’t enjoy playing with other white guys, I just enjoy a varied diet when possible. Provincetown has gotten a bit more diverse over the years since I started going there, but is still pretty much white Bostonians and New Yorkers (which do have the Italian and Irish flavors) mixed in with the Quebecois from Montreal, and suburban gay New Englanders and East Coasters. So I was pleasantly surprised when a tall black man came through the door (seeming even taller in juxtaposition with my buddy) with a guy trailing him who looked like he was from one of the local Portuguese fishermen families. Lou, my buddy's 'candy-man' was a tall wiry black man with hair done back in tight cornrows and a tat coming up his neck. The guy with him - who went by the nickname "Vice" - was a stocky olive skinned guy with a huge chest, shoulders and biceps only a straight boy should have, as they were way out of proportion with the rest of him. Turns out I was right in that opinion. Jimmy introduced Lou - who in turn intro'd Vice to both of us. Lou said he hoped I didn't mind the company but he always came to Jimmy's place first on his delivery rounds so he could have a couple of hours to "chill" and get his rocks off before the busy evening delivery period in this gay mecca. He said Vice was one of his best bros, and Vice's "bitch girlfriend" was away taking summer courses and Vice wanted to get high and get his rocks off. Seems he'd never had head or anything from a "cocksucker" before, but when he found out that Lou got down with it and didn't have a problem, he figured he'd tag along and see if he could give it a shot. Okay, cool with me. Soaring as I was, I was up for pretty much anything, and frankly I love groups. Lou loaded up a big ole bong of his own from his bag, filled the base with something and then started pulling his clothes off - "come on, bro" he said to the hesitating Vice, who then proceeded to pull off his team logo shorts and wife beater. Lou was seriously defined with like 2% body fat, wiry with a nice sized piece (not as big as Jimmy's) and Vice was a fireplug of muscle with a bit of a beer gut for one so young, and an uncut piece that hung down over his balls nicely. He seemed like a satyr - really hairy from the waist down and almost no body hair from there up. Lou was a bit plumped already, but Vice was obviously a little intimidated and totally flaccid. Jimmy surreptitiously switched ONE of the porn vids to one that was bi with women in it along with the studs (sound down, thank god) and Lou fired up the magic cauldron and passed it around. As we breathed out our hits, Lou said to me "oh shit man, I forgot to ask - are you one of them ‘just tops’?" I smiled and said "no, I'm versatile - I like as much variety as I can get: sucking and getting sucked; fucking and getting fucked; rimming and getting rimmed... you get the picture." "Yeah, I'm down with that... so why don't you give this big black dealer dick a taste then man." I dropped to my knees and took that dick in one fell swoop. Vice muttered "Holy Shit" under his breath and Lou stopped and gave him the bong and said - why don't you sit down on the mattress there and take some hits and watch the scene so you can get used to it and get into it..." Then Jimmy said, "Are both you guys showered?" They both nodded. "Then watch this, Vice," he said as he pulled Lou and I toward the rimseat. He said to Lou, "we're both at your service... my New York bud here loves to fuckin’ toss salad till the cows come home." I got down on the matting and pulled myself under the rimseat while Jimmy pushed the leather pillow behind my neck. Lou took the glass cock back from Vice for a minute and gave me a huge shotgun, then returned the bong to Vice while Jimmy sprayed Maximum Impact into the bandanna, stuffed it into my mouth and against my nose and I inhaled deeply. Then Lou slowly sank his hot freakin’ butt over my face, settling himself into the rimseat while my brain exploded, and I went at his hole with my tongue like a madman. My rock-hard cock was swaying in the breeze for only a moment then I felt Jimmy's tight butt sinking down on me. "Yeah boy, fuck yourself on that cracker dick while you worship my big black cock boy". Sure enough, the sounds of dick being very eagerly sucked came from above my head. "Holy fuckin' shit... that’s fuckin crazy dude" was Vice's muttered comment. I heard the bubbling of the waterpipe as he took more and more hits. "shit, man... holy shit" he kept muttering in between. I was in fucking pig heaven, the only thing that could have made it better would have been a cock in my ass, which I was hoping wouldn't be too far off. After a while, Lou said to Vice... come over here man, and let these cocksuckers service you a bit too. Lou stood up, telling Jimmy to stay where he was... he took a huge rip from the pipe and knelt to shotgun it to me. Before he did I whispered "fuck my ass once I'm rimming him and Jimmy's sucking him". He nodded and passed me the hit. Then another whiff of the aroma filled bandanna and Vice was standing over me with his big hairy butt and yeah, I could smell from his legs he'd just showered (my one turn off is scat - too sensitive a nose). I heard Jimmy taking a hit, then Vice took another one and Lou pressed the newly sprayed bandanna to Vice's face and told him to breathe long and deep. While he did, Lou got one of the wedges and with Jimmy still sitting in my lap with my dick in his ass, Lou pushed the wedge under us. Lou then commanded Vice to sit down, and that straight hairy hole lowered itself to my waiting face. It was a work of art really, just a beautiful manhole. And as my tongue started its dance I found out he tasted REALLY good. And boy did he start to moan, especially when Jimmy started deep-throating him. Then finally I felt Lou’s hand around my butt and his finger pushed something small and sharp into me, and I realized he had booty bumped me. He muttered, "Fuck yeah man, enjoy the tweak..." and amazingly the next thing I felt was his goddamn tongue! Vice blurts out "Holy Fuck bro!" watching his friend munch another guys butt. I moaned as Lou rimmed me and the crystal started melting inside me. He pulled his tongue out, got up and sank his big dick right into my hole, sighing the whole way. Goddamn he felt good and I went even crazier on Vice's straight boy hole. "Oh shit, man, oh shit... this is so wrong... but wickie hot" (which he pronounced "hawt"). Lou threw me an awesome fuck, and I heard the bubbling as Vice took more and more hits off the water pipe, interspersed with him repeating "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck". "Yo man you ready to try some of this tight hole?" I heard Lou asking Vice. "Fuck yeah man!" was the response although when Vice stood he seemed a bit reluctant to take his hole away from my probing tongue. Lou came to stand over my head, while Vice got between my legs. As he was about to shove right in Lou stops him and says "Yo bro, a little courtesy here? You gotta’ wet down that mancunt before you fuck it..." Vice seemed ready to balk, but Lou said "Fuck dude, you watched me do it... bro you lick pussy and this is actually better. Just do it man..." He sprayed up the bandanna and shoved it in to Vice's face telling him to pull deep, he held it for a long time and Vice just whispered "aw that wickie hot..." again. Lou gave me the cloth and I breathed deep and then that tight black ass was heading my way again. Jimmy is still bouncing on my cock and says, "yeah man let me eat that big licorice stick...". Vice's tentative first licks started becoming downright enthusiastic and he and I both moaned as he did so. After a minute he pulled his face away and then that uncut linguica of his started into my willing hole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" was pretty much the only sound Vice could make as he started to slowly fuck, then really pound my hole. I forgot how "enthusiastic" the young could be! I think Lou, Jimmy and I knew Vice could not hold that pace for long, so Lou said to Jimmy, “slide off your buds cracker dick and sit down on this dealer cock – you can face away and suck your juices off his dick…” which, indeed Jimmy prepared to do. I missed being in that hot hole, but I was glad he was going to enjoy another cock other than mine, as I kind of felt like I unintentionally wound up monopolizing the scene and it was HIS scene after all! As Jimmy got himself positioned, Lou basically commanded Vice to jerk my cock while he fucked me and Jimmy got into place. I felt Vice tentatively wrap his hand around my tool and start to pull on me, gaining more confidence as he went on… Jimmy impaled his pighole on Lou and started riding like he’d joined the rodeo. Soon enough, Vice was bellowing and blowing a load up my hole, and Lou more quietly did the same for Jimmy, who never did get around to blowing me at that point. After a lot of heavy breathing, Lou said they had deliveries to make and they’d best be finishing up with us “for now” – which I found encouraging! We were all standing and shaking out our muscles and Vice asked if there was somewhere he could clean up a bit and piss, so Jimmy led him off to the bath. Lou just looked at me and smiled, put his finger to his lips in a “shush” motion, went to his jeans and handed me a small envelope. “That’s for a seriously good time man, on the house,” he whispered “I’ve been wanting to get that Portuguese homeboi into some more serious shit for a while and you guys just got him off to an excellent start… thanks. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around this weekend…” I thanked him and stuffed the envelope into a compartment in my bag, then used some wet ones to clean off a bit as Jimmy and Vice returned. “We need to do some business,” Jimmy said drawing Lou toward the door. “We’ll be in the office, you two chat amongst yourselves, or whatever else you choose to do…” Lou indicated the water pipe on the way out, so I picked it up and fired up the torch as Vice said, “Fuck that was freaky man – never had a BJ like that, never had a cunt as tight as your ass, and fuck – what your tongue was doing to my ass… wickie cool.” “Yeah,” I said, as I filled the torch with butane “sex on this can be pretty awesome – and with a dude too, cause there’s no expectation or bullshit like marriage or getting knocked up.” “You got that dude,” he said as I fired up the pipe and took a huge hit – I indicated my mouth and his to see if he wanted a shot gun hit, he looked a bit weirded-out, looked around and then leaned in. I fed him the smoke and we actually had a bit of a tongue duel as his prior inhibitions continued to ebb away from him. “So did you enjoy yourself today Vice?” I asked. “Yeah,” he replied, “freaky but wickie hot.” I handed him the glassware and the flame and he took the biggest rip I’d seen him do yet, put them down, and then grabbed my ass with both hands, and with a smirk pulled me in for a shotgun. Pleasantly surprised with his sudden aggressiveness, I put my arms around his neck and shoulders and wrapped one leg around his waist letting his now re-hardening cock to slide below my balls, through my crack and against my hole. “Lou was pretty certain he was coming back for more sometime later,” I said. “I sure hope you’re still cool with this and up for coming back too, I’d like to give you some more of what I gave you earlier…” “Yeah man? You really like gettin’ fucked a lot, don’tcha?” I looked at him for a second and said, “Yep. But don’t get me wrong dude, I like to fuck as much or even MORE than I like to get fucked. Shit, if you weren’t straight, I’d be all up in that freakin’ gorgeous ass of yours, but don’t worry, I respect limits…” He looked shocked for a second and then laughed. “Seriously, Vice, for me that’s one of the most awesome things about mansex – I get to try ALL the positions, from both directions. I did my share of pussy when I was younger, but for ME, it’s just not as exciting, and you sure can’t switch roles so to speak!” He chuckled again, shook his head and said “Man, I gotta’ give it up to you. You’re cool, very cool… yeah, I’ll prob’ly be back later with Lou and tap that ass again…” I dropped to one knee, took a quick suck on his rod and said “I look forward to it…” before I took his pole most of the way in and began a slow goodbye suck. He rifled my hair a bit, moaned a little, and then a minute or two later asked “You really think I have a nice looking ass?” Bingo! Licking around his head I answered, “oh yeah dude, SERIOUSLY nice…”. He started to get dressed then, as we heard Jimmy and Lou coming back from their “business” in the office. Before they left, Lou said that Jimmy told him I was staying at The Ranch and asked if I could invite him into the place before Saturday – seems the management didn’t want him just coming like the ice cream man to sell, which would be too obvious, BUT if he were invited in by a guest to play, and then just happened to meet some people whom he could help out, that would be okay. “Sure,” I told Lou and Vice, “I’ll likely be back there for a break tomorrow afternoon and early evening… if I’m not here, I’m there – room 21.” I also gave both of them my cell number. As he was about to leave, Lou turned and said “I suppose you two will be working the holes later?” and Jimmy replied in the affirmative. “Holes?” I asked when they’d gone. For an answer, Jimmy pulled aside the black curtain around the small alcove… “I have my own private Glory Holes,” Jimmy told me. What looked like a former coal chute or maybe a woodshed attached to the back of the house had been converted to Jimmy’s own private oral paradise. Seems he had a system of lights on the side of his house. If there was a green light shining instead of white, the hole was open… TWO green lights meant two holes were open. How this news got around to locals, I’m not quite sure, although the winters are REALLY long, grey and boring up there, so I guess anything like that would get around… I was intrigued by the whole concept to say the least.- 3 comments
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“Do you trust me?” “Of course.” With that, Steven put a blindfold on me, blocking off all sight. “That stays on until I take it off,” he snarled. I was in the sling at his place; legs spread wide, ass open, and ready. Steven and I have played together for a long time. We’re both in our 50s and are into partying, dildos, fisting, and more. He’s taller than me and has a nice hairy body. He’d fall into the category of “dad bod,” although, at our age, maybe “daddy bod” is more appropriate. I’m a little shorter and a little thicker through the middle. When we party, our dicks shrink up, so we focus a lot on other things that we can use to please our asses. There’s a wide range of options out there, and Steven has amassed a great collection of dildos and butt plugs. Steven stroked my body, pausing to tweak my nipples before heading down to my cock. He played with my dick and balls for a bit, then moved down to my ass. Instinctively, I spread my legs wider to give him better access to my hole. He fingered around my hole and stroked up and down my ass but didn’t penetrate my hole. Then, he walked away. I heard the door close behind him. With nothing to do, my hands found my eager hole, and I started to play with it. My ass is hairy, and I was running my fingers through the hair and fondling my hole. I licked a few fingers so that I could stick them in my ass. When Steven returned, he chuckled when he found me with four fingers in my ass, shoving them in and moving them around inside me. “Don’t worry, pig, that hole will be used tonight.” He grabbed my arm and put a tourniquet on over my bicep. He was going to point me and get me rushing hard tonight. Once he raised a vein, he swabbed it with a cool alcohol wipe. Then, I felt the familiar prick of the needle going in. The warmth hit almost immediately. He had pushed the plunger down quickly, and the T was racing through my bloodstream. My heart rate increased, and my breathing quickened. I coughed a few times and was growing hornier by the second. Steven knew what I needed, and he had a dildo ready for my ass. When I am rushing, all I can think about is getting my ass filled with something. It could be fingers, toys, cock, fist, whatever; I just need something in my ass. The dildo Steven had ready was pretty thick. As it first penetrated my hole, I could tell it would be a good stretch as a starter. I pushed out as he pushed in, opening my ass as much as possible to accommodate the invader. When he first breached my hole, I let out a “Fuuuuck” to let him know how good it felt. He steadily pushed, and between our efforts, the dildo slid into my greedy ass. This toy had a thick head, and it got thicker as he pushed it deeper and deeper into me. He was opening me up and filling my deepest crevasses. It felt amazing, and I started to flex my ass muscles around the toy. Each flex helped to pull the dildo deeper into me, and it was quickly at my second hole. With the slam sending me soaring, I was ready for anything. Steven withdrew the toy and replaced it with his hand. He entered easily since he was well-greased, and my hole was nicely opened already. Steven worked his way down to my second hole and teased the curve. This always feels amazing, and I wanted him to get his whole arm inside me. Luckily, he had tucked a bottle of poppers under me on the sling, so I pulled it out and took two hits. Once it was recapped and replaced under me, I turned into a total ass pig. I felt my hole relax even more, opening to Steven’s efforts. His fingers slid through the curve in my ass and entered my colon. Another “Fuuuuck,” came out of me. When I’m rushing, my expressions are mostly limited to basic words, smiles, and greedy ass activity. Today was no exception; a long drawn out “fuck” seemed to be the word of the day! Steven used his fingers to poke, prod, and massage my innermost regions. Knowing that he was so deeply embedded in my ass was stimulating. I reached down to spread my ass wider so that he could go deeper. He was working my ass like a pro, and I loved every inch of it. Steven slowly pulled out of my ass and shoved the dildo back in. “Fuck yourself with it,” he commanded. I reached down to grab the toy and started pushing it in and out of my ass. Steven walked away again and left me to play with myself. He soon returned, and he was not alone. Someone took the dildo out of my hand and started to finger my hole. He was using fingers from both hands to stretch it and get my ass to open. It didn’t need any more prodding to open up, but the sensations were wonderful, so I was happy to be the recipient. It didn’t take long before the guy put his fist at my entrance. I pushed down from the sling, and he pushed back a bit, and his fist popped into my ass. When he was inside me, he was flexing his hand and twisting his fist around, letting his knuckles rub up against the walls of my ass. It felt amazing, and I was moaning and squirming in delight. Whoever this guy was, he had huge hands. When he first breached my ring, it was obvious that taking his hands would be challenging, but I was up for it. He pulled his paw back, expanding my hole more. Then, he was back in again. Each time he entered, he went in just up to his wrist. He knew that he needed to take it slow, even with an ass pig like me, to get it in deeper. He worked my hole like this for a while, giving me time to grab the poppers again and relax my sphincter more. Once the poppers hit, I reached down to spread my ass for him. I also pushed forward a little bit in the sling so that he had a new angle to get into my ass. I heard a grunt of appreciation from him since this gave him another way to open me up. He pushed in and pulled out several times, twisting his hand around as he went. “I’m going deeper,” he said. I nodded my head to let him know that I was ready. He slowly slid more and more of his arm into my eager ass. He bottomed out at the bend leading to my deepest regions. Once there, he flexed his fingers in and out, clenching and releasing his fist. Each time he’d clench, I would feel the walls of my ass expand to accommodate his size. His fingers would probe around when he'd unclench, seeking the route into my colon. Someone, I assume it was Steven, shoved the poppers under my nose. I took two deep hits and relaxed into the rush. As they took over my brain, the blindfold let me focus fully on the sensations that were happening in my ass. This guy knew how to fist! He was probing ever deeper while also working his hand back and forth in my ass. The poppers let me only pay attention to what I was feeling in my ass, along with hearing the sexy sound of an open ass being fisted. All this work had let this man into my colon. The sense of being filled at such an amazing depth is astounding. He was slowly crawling his fingers around and through the lowest part of my colon, making my ass quiver in delight. I shot out a load of cum, while pressing my ass all around his fist. Next, the extraction began. He went slowly, teasing my ass as he traveled through it, repeating the route he’d taken on insertion. This, too, felt amazing, and I was enjoying his expert course through my ass. Once he was out, my ass felt well and truly gaped. “Let’s get him out of the sling and smoke some more,” Steven said. They helped me out of the sling and led me, still blindfolded, to the bed. I heard the click of the torch and shortly after, the pipe was at my lips.
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I’ve been reading and getting off on hot stories and posts here for years (thanks guys!) and thought I’d finally add one of my own. It’s a mix of real and fiction. Had found myself with an unexpected afternoon off so started sniffing around checking all the apps and sites. Usual hits of “hey”, “what’s up”, “looking?” with not much follow through. Then got hit from a guy that looked close by. 47, 5’ 10’, 175, 7.5 cut, brown hair, versatile bottom, could host or travel. Started a back and forth with usual “where are you?” “into?” He was more bottom, really like to suck, and asked “party?” Hmmm now getting interesting, had been thinking something quick but felt my dick twitch. Had been a couple of months since last time partying and did have the rest of the day off… A bit about me, 51, 5’ 8”, 165, some hair, trim, 7” cut dick that curves up with a nice girth to it (been told when fucking feels great as it gets thicker in the middle and hits all the right spots). Versatile, easy going and happy to see where it goes as long as it feels good. First time had partied was about four years earlier with a guy I also met online. After we got naked and started fooling around he pulled out a pipe and asked if I wanted some. Told him I didn’t know what it was. He said it was meth and would make me feel good (an understatement). Not much of a pot smoker and been awhile since had done coke so figured I’d give it a try. He showed me how to hold the pipe, keeping the flame below the bulb so not to burn the meth, wait for the wisps of smoke and breathe in slowly. FUCK it felt amazing. We hung out for a couple of hours smoking and some fooling around though he was a bit of a flake and too high to really do much but it had totally opened me up to exploring more. Since then I party every couple of months or so, (if not for work would do it more often) and find the whole ritual of smoking an incredible turn on. Shotguns that turn into hot kissing, booty bumps, one-on-one, group fun, all good. Have had some great times and some not so great but guess it’s part of the experience. So back to that afternoon, we moved to texting direct, told me his name was Jim, could host, and would take him about an hour to get ready which worked for me. Cleaned up and out (just in case), showered, put on a worn jock, shorts, t-shirt and got a text saying he was ready for me to come over. He was close, and in 15 minutes got to his place where he buzzed me up. He was in shorts and a t-shirt and pretty much matched his pictures and description. Small clean apartment, walked though a kitchen into a bedroom which had a large bed that took up a good two thirds of the room with the rest filled by a desk and chair and a door to a small bathroom. Jim said get comfortable, so kicked off my sneakers, and sat back on his bed while he sat on the chair by his desk and pulled out a pipe and a lighter, lit it and took a hit then handed them to me. While I lit up he got down on his knees and start rubbing my legs and dick through my shorts. I took a couple of big hits and handed him the pipe and torch while I lay back feeling that fucking awesome feeling that goes right to my dick. He takes a couple of hits, puts down the pipe comes over, pull down my shorts and gets his face right in my bulging jock. Moaning he spreads my legs and starts sniffing and then licking getting it nice and wet while his hands move up under my shirt feeling up my stomach and up my chest to tweak my nips. So fucking good, he pulls back and grabs the pipe while I pull off my shirt, takes a couple of hits and hands it to me. He pulls my dick out of the side of my jock to start sucking while I blow smoke down at him, damn my dick is tingling. Had taken a blue pill so dick was getting nice and chubbed too. Jim takes the pipe from me and says to move back on the bed while he take a couple more hits, hands pipe back to me while he gets naked. Takes the pipe, does another big hit, puts it down while I’m now laying all the way back on his bed with my head propped up with pillows. He gets down between my legs, pulls off my jock and exhales a big cloud on my dick before swallowing it again. FUCK! So good. Am moaning a bit and thrusting up. He goes shhh, relax and don’t move too much, let me do all the work. I feel a bit embarrassed and ask if everything okay and he says all good, lay back, then swallows my dick again while rubbing my stomach. I usually like mutual play but follow his lead, lay back, spread my legs more and fuck it’s feeling good. We go at it like this for a while, (never really sure about time while high), taking breaks to take hits, then him having me lay back, staying quiet and trying not to move much while he swallows and licks my dick while also rubbing my stomach, chest, and legs. As am pretty high I spread my legs as my hole is feeling tingly and hoping he’ll move down there but at the moment he’s concentrating on my dick which has been hovering between semi and full mast and feeling great. He’s kept me totally passive and at one point while he’s sucking and rubbing my dick I can feel I leak out some piss. I look up and tap him on the shoulder and say sorry about that, I should go take a leak. He looks at me, shakes his head, keeps his mouth on my dick and pushes his hand down on my lower stomach. FUCK! Am totally turned on and my dick swells but he keeps sucking while rubbing and pressing my on my stomach and bladder. I start getting that feeling of my body and dick relaxing and start pissing but since am so high it also feels like I’m cumming, feeling the piss going through my shaft into his mouth with every nerve ending tingling. He is nodding his head while keeping his lips tight around my shaft egging me on to keep going. FUCK! And I do, It feels like I got a gallon of piss which he just keeps swallowing. The feeling is incredible, it’s nothing I’ve experienced before, like one long orgasm. After I don’t know how long the flow of piss slowed and then finally stopped with Jim never taking his mouth off my dick. Was total sensory overload and pushed him gently off, though now my dick was hardening after having my bladder emptied. Jim said think time for a smoke break which sounded good to me. We both got up, him sitting back in the chair and me on edge of bed. He torched up the pipe and when the wisps of smoke started took a big hit, smiled and leaned over to give me a shotgun which we exchanged back and forth which turned into deep kissing where I tasted the acrid taste of piss mixed with smoke. FUCK! He then gave me the pipe where I took a deep hit and did the same to him. Did this a few more times until we both both flying, with each hit going right to my dick and my hole. While we were making out I started to feel him up but he pushed me gently back and said it really turns him on giving me pleasure and that he was okay as is and said do you want to lay back again? I said sure but asked would he give my hole some attention. He smiled and got a gleam in his eye and nodded while licking his lips. Then he said let’s take a couple of more hits. FUCK! He puts down the pipe and says lie back and damn I’m flying and feeling good. He gets down between my legs and takes my dick in his mouth again. My dick now is hard and leaking and I’m trying to keep from moaning and moving as he directed. He’s now spreading my legs raising my knees a bit and he starts licking down my dick all over my balls. He then licks under my balls pushing my legs up and starts licking on my hole. Oh yeah! I say quietly. He really starts eating me out and I reach for my dick but he bats my hand away. His tongue feels amazing and he starts to both lick and finger my hole. I’m trying not to squirm and keep my hole open to him. After a while he pulls off my hole and grabs some lube. I look down and he’s grinning and nodding while I feel him lubing up my hole. I feel the lube on my loosened hole and then a finger going in. Uhhhh as my head sinks back into the pillow. He keeps his finger massaging my insides. Then pulls out a bit adding more lube and shoves two fingers in. Uuuuhhh, my dick jumps. Then he puts in a third and I feel him hitting my prostate and my dick spurts out precum onto my stomach which I reach down and taste. I feel a fourth finger but my butt is not open enough and he goes back to three. He smiles and swallows my dick again while he keeps fingering me. FUCK! He’s gone back to two fingers massaging my insides while sucking and nursing on my dick. I feel my dick leak every time he hits my prostate, it’s like a mini orgasm and that gets him going too. My dick is rock hard and I can slowly feel a full orgasm slowly building. After the pissing and prostate massaging I’m feeling like my whole body is starting to tingle. Jim keeps on sucking my dick while his fingers rub my prostate and hole. I start to feel both relaxed and a build up of cum start to move into my dick. It’s not like my usual orgasm that comes in a burst, this one is slow moving where my balls are tingling and I can feel the cum is slowing moving up my dick. Jim feels the difference as my hole opens and he shoves four fingers in. I feel my hole start to pulse and the cum moving up my shaft feeling like I’m pissing cum. Jim starts sucking furiously and then I start shooting, FUCK! The shots are explosive and massive and keeps going while Jim keeps sucking, fingering with one hand and holding me down with the other. Usually once I cum my dick is too sensitive but this time Jim keeps sucking and fingering and am happy to keep letting him. Over the course of the next hour or so he gives me two or three more dick and butt orgasms finishing with me giving him more piss before we finally finish and wrap it up. We buddied each other and got together a few more times but this first was a memorable and unexpected afternoon.
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I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas weekend. Im back to work and still reeling from what happened a few days ago. For those of you who have read my stories before, you know I've had a rough patch a few years ago. Ive been through a long recovery after about a decade of partying hard and fucking and getting fucked by lots and lots of men. Ive been leading a much healthier life than I had been. I rarely drink and haven't done any drugs of any kind for at least two years, with the exception of a toke of weed every now and then when im not drinking at parties. Well, this holiday season has been kinda crazy. I haven't shared a story in a while, as Ive been trying to keep busy at work and stay on the straight and narrow. And to be honest, i still feel like I'm maintaining good health. Even though, some on my path would say that this last weekend i would have been considered to have fallen off the wagon, so to speak. It didnt start out that way. I got invited to my regular annual gym Christmas party. Nothing out of the ordinary. I am pretty up front with everyone at my gym that I dont party like I used to. And that im trying to live a healthier lifestyle. And thats how it started. As I was getting ready for the party, which would usually just be the core group of crossfitters, we're all pretty close and we all work out together pretty much everyday. The owners of the gym are two brothers, both very sexy. They have their wives and kids, who I know all very well. We've all been to each other's houses for dinner and all different occasions. And the brothers really supported me through my crazy time. Even during me coming out, they both stood by me and helped me through some very volatile times. They're really incredible guys. There are also A LOT of very sexy people that go to the gym. Many guys and girls that are high performing professionals, a couple firefighters, one cop, and a bunch of other finance guys. And ALL of them are in amazing physical condition. (I would definitely recommend to anyone thats looking to get in the best shape of their life, to join a crossfit gym.) But I digress... I was getting ready for the party. I showered, cleaned up, shaved, and douched...just in case i ended up wanting to go out afterward if the party was boring. I showed up to the party. Its held in the gym and its a bunch of familiar people. I arrived about an hour and a half after the start, so that I wouldnt have to have the awkward conversations with some of the people that I maybe didn't know. This way, they would be a little drunk, and I could just sneak in and hang out with my gym buddy crew. By the time I walked in, everyone was already VERY drunk. I didn't expect the party to be as rowdy as it was at this time. It was only 8:30pm. When i walked in, there were a few of my friends that saw me and came running up. Drunkenly telling me how excited they were that I was there and that they weren't sure if I was going to make it. Which, I assured them that I in fact did make it. I was handed two shots and instructed to take them right away, as I needed to catch up. So i quickly did both shots. Tequila, so it wasnt tough to do. But, as Im trying to be on my best behavior, and this kind of an environment can be a little triggering for me. I kept it at that. After a few minutes of chatting and laughing with the group that greeted me at the door. One of the brothers saw me, made his way over and gave me a tight hug. The hug lasted a little longer than it should have, but i didn't mind one bit. He is bigger than me. Im a pretty big guy. Im nearly 6'2" and weigh about 240lbs, but in his arms I feel small. I chalked up the lingering embrace to his being very very drunk. He was slurring a bit telling me that he's glad I came. Then he turned into the party and announce my arrival to everyone. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the centre of a big group of people in the back of the gym. There was a kitchen sink, a fridge, and a long counter that stretched along the back wall. It was a make shift kitchen for the staff at the gym to be able to keep their food cold while they worked and wash their dishes afterward. But tonight, there was a big plate on the counter and people huddled around doing lines of what I would assume to be coke. The first brother who greeted me, we'll call him M, still had me by the arm. He brought me to his brother, we'll call him S to let him know I made it to the party. S, also grabbed me and pulled me in for a very tight hug. He also rubbed my back a little and let his hand slide down toward my ass. He left his hand resting on the top of my ass and lower back while he talked to me, practically resting his forehead on mine. He was so close to my face. He was telling me how glad he was I made it and that it wouldn't be a party if I wasnt there. His hand then slid onto my hips and he pulled me in again, practically grinding his dick into me. (I want to remind everyone that these brothers are both painfully straight. They are both very aware of how gay men want them, but they are always very respectfully rejecting advances. They are both married and both have kids. But their wives only let them out to party with gay guys, because they know that they are safe and not going to do anything that would jeopardize their marriages.) They also both know that I really dont do hard drugs, so when S saw me looking at the pile of coke on thr plate, he grabbed my face and made me look at him directly in the eyes and said, "No! I've got something else for you." He pulled me back out of the crowd and lead me to the bathrooms. The bathrooms were each individual rooms with a sink, toilet, and shower. We went in one and he closed the door and locked it. Then pulled out a little baggy with edible marijuana in it. He gave me one and said, if i wanted more just let him know. Then, the strangest thing happened. He told me to open my mouth. So i did. Then he put the jelly candy in my mouth with his index finger and thumb. Then pushed the candy to the back of my mouth with his index and middle fingers. It was incredibly erotic... out of nowhere. We just stared into eachother eyes while he did it. I closed my mouth around his fingers and sucked on them while he slowly pulled his fingers from my mouth. My heart was racing. I didnt expect that. And didnt know how to react. He smiled and let out a big laugh. Then leaned in and kissed me on the mouth and whispered, "You're a fucking dirty boy." Then he turned around and left the bathroom. What the fuck just happened?? I stood there, absoultely stunned. S, was so fucking hot. I had always fantasized about him and flirted with him. But he never gave any impression that this would ever happen. I'm friends with his wife. Ive babysat his kid. Im friends with his sister. I swallowed hard and then took a drink from the bathroom sink faucet, then left the bathroom and joined the party.
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I go to a bathhouse, the sleazier the better. I strip naked then get someone to use a Sharpie to write “Meth Whore” on one side of my ass and “Insert Toxic Loads Here” on the other. Then, I take a few hits of Tina from the pipe. Next. I start taking cock after cock. I service as many men as possible with my mouth, my hands and especially my ass. Miss Tina keeps me going like she does so well, and her sister Gina does too.. I drink chem piss. Somebody offers me my first slam, but I have to earn it by taking his beer can sized pierced cock without screaming. I manage somehow, then I watch as the needle enters my awaiting vein, making me higher than I’ve ever been. This continues for days. I’ve explored dozens of kinks and served hundreds of men. The room reeks of sweat and piss, with the floor sticky with the cum that’s dripped out of my ass. I finally go home exhausted to sleep it off, having fulfilled my role as the dirty little meth whore I know I am. Once I get the confirmation I’m poz, I get the biohazard tattoo I earned. I go to the bathhouse again, willing to top anyone else anyone who wants to be poz. I’m usually a bottom, but It’s my duty as a poz chem pig to share the gift with anyone else who wants it. Miss Tina is an evil little bitch for showing me that I’m a dirty submissive whore meant to be used like that, isn’t she? She taught me to be a pig, to be used to please men, unleashed a side of me that I never knew existed. I should hate her for it, but I want her to take me even further.
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visiting for the first time in August. looking to get primal and wild with local pigs. Staying Sun thru Thursday (8/25-8/30) , where should this vers fuckpig definitely go to.? I'm staying at coconut guesthouse.. heard about the inn leather , 321 slammer, the clubhouse, eagle Looking for hot pigs to show me around, into group sessions ,sex clubs., 1 on 1. I'm .into most scenes,..Love to fuck ,suck, eat ass, swap loads, FF, toys, leather, role play. You get the picture !! hit me up Lets get twisted and have some fun!! Oink! -
ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - WORKED OVER BY THE BOSS'S SON
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Another member on this site recently asked if any of us had slammed at work, or at least pnp'd. I actually have a few times... never slammed at work, but have blown clouds/snorted at work and had sex at work at the same time. In my blog here, I've written up some of the times I had pnp experiences as both a performer and as a Realtor (usually in an empty house or client's house who pnp'd and gave permission) but I actually HAVE had sex and partied some in office situations over the years. During the Recession, both performing work and house sales were down, so from 2005-2010 I also managed buildings in NYC, the management company I worked for had its office in Riverdale in the Bronx, in what was originally the pool house and club of a multi-building development... the offices were right next to the pool and my personal office was in one corner of the structure down a long corridor and had both a door to the inside corridor of the building, AND its own door to the exterior into a small fenced in area adjacent to the pool with a latched gate door. My boss' older son was a college age kid who just finished his freshman year and was now serving as a lifeguard at the complex pool during his summer vacation. I was frequently the last person in the offices, as most left by 5:30 and some nights I was there until 7 or 8 or later by myself. The pool closed at 6pm, and if the boss wanted to leave early and I was staying, he'd ask me to bring the kid home to the burbs where we all lived. I had no idea up until this point that the kid was gay, let alone that he appreciated chemplay. I mean, come on, he was only a freshman - though I was pretty "advanced" at that age I seldom meet too many others who were (or are). One of the first times this occurred, Stefan came into my office closing the door behind him, still in his long red lifeguard board shorts and a sleeveless white cotton top - open to show his washboard - and flipflops showing his oversized bare feet. I knew the kid was hot - frankly, so was his dad, my boss, and the company actually had a reputation of hiring very attractive and fit male employees - but this went beyond. While running his hand up and down his treasure trail, he mentioned that I was "busted". Tearing my gaze away from the pretty sight, I asked "why"? He proceeded to tell me he found my profile on Nasty Kink Pigs and a PNP oriented site that was popular at the time. The pictures being obviously me, I couldn't deny it, and he described them to me perfectly. Intrigued, I asked what he was doing on those sites and did his father know he was gay? He replied that he found those websites that year at college when he really found and accepted himself, and no he hadn't come out to his parents yet. He said he certainly wouldn't say anything about my extracurricular activities to his father so long as he and I could "indulge" them sometimes on the evenings I was driving him home... I told him I was flattered, and wanted to know exactly which activities on those sites he wanted to indulge in, and would I be playing teacher or did he have experience? He smirked and replied that he was looking for the bareback chem sex experiences he learned to love that year at college that took him from a naive virgin to a "probably poz party boi"... I was, suffice to say, a bit stunned. Now, to be fair, in the summer of 2006 he wasn't the only one with a 6-pack, at 43 I was still doing some modelling and in really great shape, so it wasn't TOTALLY insane for a hot college freshman to come on to an older guy, but JEEZUS this came out of nowhere, and DAMN was it hot. He proceeded to tell me he knew exactly how to make sure we were never caught (and we never were...) since my office was originally intended to be accessible after hours by the pool staff, the inside door to the rest of the offices could not only be locked and bolted, but the outside door could be locked and the gate to the little inner fenced area (the fence was 8 feet tall and opaque) could also be locked and bolted... to gain access from outside, someone would have to ring a "doorbell" and from the inside, if anyone entered the office suite, an electronic "beep" sounded in my office. There were no security cameras in my office, or at my end of the hall, or in the fenced area - and I could turn on the burglar alarm and exclude my office until I (or we) left. Stefan had thought it all out. With those assurances, I agreed. That first time he had a little bit of his own stuff in his pool bag, and I ran out to my car and brought my play bag in - out came two pipes and the clouds started. I kept asking if he was sure, and he said he liked fantasizing that I was his coach... DAMNATION he was hitting all the right buttons. That night was mostly just oral (we both rinsed off and washed up in the small shower the little bathroom my personal office had) sucking and rimming mutually... he had a real swimmer's body, 6'4", trim, slightly out-sized shoulders, long thin floppy dick and nice muscular if not large ass, green eyes, tanned white skin, torso naturally almost hairless except the treasure trail but waist down hairy like a satyr or something... Our sessions eventually included fucking each other on my desk or the floor or on a pool lounge chair brought inside, with porn playing all but silently on my computer from my external hard drive, and always with us blowing clouds, booty-bumping, snorting or hot-railing. The first session where we fucked, I had him fuck me first - he was rock hard and his youth and relative inexperience showed in his impatience to get his raw tool in me resulting in some soreness for me that evening and the next day - but his skills improved over time and that long cock of his was quite the enjoyable after-work treat, along with the copious loads he would fill me with. That same evening, when it was my turn to fuck him, I kept reminding him that I was poz, and was he SURE he wanted me to bareback him. He told me he was sure, and that he was fairly certain he'd been pozzed since he'd done several group scenes with guys he knew to be poz and took their loads... I was still a bit uncomfortable with that, and though I fucked him bare, I did not begin breeding him until he'd gotten his test results back a couple of weeks later (he was poz as he thought). He loved to spew out his filthiest fantasies as I pounded that hot frat boy hole. As summer progressed I was able to hook him up with my contact-buddy for supplies so he could pay less than in the burbs. A couple of times we had group scenes at my bud's place on Central Park West and the guys present would descend on Stefan like starving animals and he loved every minute, though we always had to leave reasonably early. He also had a friend up from school who stayed with him that summer for a week and came to the pool with him everyday that week - it was the only time we ever had a third join us in my office - a pretty Filipino kid, Alberto, with another swimmer's body but much shorter than Stefan, about 5'6" smooth all over and rippled with trim muscle, brown eyes and black hair with an incredible serpent tattoo wrapped down one leg. He was happy to blow clouds with us, and fortunately he was into "Daddies" like Stefan was, and really enjoyed getting spit-roasted from either end the three times he pnp'd with us. He even came in and gave me a blow job under my desk on one of the days they were heading home with my boss and not me! Stefan claimed to be jealous, but between him needing to be at his lifeguard post AND being 6'4" there was no way he could repeat that particular performance! Damn we had fun until he had to head back to school, and we repeated our hi-jinx the next summer (2007) as well. However, when the summer of 2008 rolled around he stayed at his school in Florida for the summer and eventually moved down there permanently and that crazy memorable set of experiences was over. And true to Stefan's promise, we never got caught! Though we both mentioned many times as we played how hot it would be to get his handsome dad high and convince him to join us. Considering the male employees he tended to hire, there certainly was a possibility that he was at least bi-sexual, but suffice to say, that was a fantasy we were NOT stupid enough to attempt! We already took enough chances!- 15 comments
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Chapter 1 – I Learn My Place Doug and I have been playing together for several years. We started out with flip fucking when we’d get together but have added a few more things to the repertoire now. These days, we start out by getting spun and then get into some serious ass play. We both love having our asses worked over and enjoy working on each other’s holes too. We’ve talked about and lived out lots of our fantasies. Doug got a sling a few years ago, which is an integral part of our play. Fisting came about at my suggestion one time. We’ve engaged in bondage play, group scenes, role play, and lots more. While his hand was in my ass the last time that we played, Doug asked me what I thought about being his slave for the day. Basically, I would have to submit to whatever requests he made of me without complaint. We talked it through and came up with a few ground rules. I don’t slam, but Doug does, and I told him I didn’t want to be forced to do a slam. Also, no women, blood, shit, or extreme pain. He agreed to those terms, and we set aside a weekend for this. Doug wanted me in an orange jockstrap, a black leather harness, and a collar. I already had the jockstrap but needed to buy the other items. He told me that he would provide everything else except for the T. As his slave, I was supposed to provide that for him, so I talked to my dealer and arranged for a pickup the day before. I also bought a new bubbler pipe for us, since a good slave always provides his master with excellent service. And, a good slave always verifies the quality of any product provided to his master, so I had little choice but to sample the goods prior to the day. At last, the day arrived. Per Doug’s instructions, I shaved my balls and shaft but left the rest of my hair in place. Both of us are hairy, with Doug having a thicker pelt than me. He’s of Mediterranean descent, so his swarthy skin is covered in a dense forest of fur. It is especially thick between his pecs, around his cock, and around his hole. I’m from Eastern European stock, so my hair is finer, and my skin is fair. I have a hairy chest and ass, with a nice cluster around my hole. As for the rest of the details, we’re both in our 50s and in relatively good shape. Doug is more defined than me due to his more regular workouts, but we both love to eat and drink, and it shows. He has a thick 7” cock, while mine is equally thick and just a little bit longer. We’ve joked that fucking each other is almost like fucking yourself since our cocks are so similar. And we both love dildos, fisting, and other types of assplay. That Saturday, I got ready at home, doing a good cleanout and shower. Then, I put the orange jockstrap and the black leather harness under my clothes. My place is not too private, so I needed to be reasonably attired to get to my car, but Doug’s place is secluded enough that we often play outdoors. The sling in his playroom is also a good draw! I drove over to his house with plans to arrive at 8 in the morning. This way, we could play all day and even go into another day if we wanted. I got to his place a little early, so I pulled off the road and stripped down to my jock and harness. I put the collar in place and switched my shoes for a pair of flip-flops in case we went outside. Once it was 8:00, I walked up to his door. The slave always has access to his master’s house, so I walked right in. Doug heard me and yelled, “Kitchen,” so I went there. He looked awesome. He was wearing a red jockstrap that framed his hairy ass perfectly. Those mounds and the sweet hole between them really turned me on. He also had on a matching red harness that disappeared into the pouch of his strap. I assumed he had a cock ring on that was attached to the harness. “Lick my ass,” Doug commanded. He leaned forward onto the counter, and I dove into his hairy hole. I fucking love to eat ass, so this was not a difficult task to perform. While I was eating his hole, he was drinking coffee and looking over some apps on his phone. I was crouched down on the floor, spreading my ass open while licking, sucking, prodding, and tongue fucking his hole. He has a wonderfully hairy ass that always retains a musky and exciting smell. I loved my service to him and reached back to play with my hole. “My hole, not yours,” Doug bellowed when he noticed what I was doing. I pulled my hands away and used them to spread his ass wider for my tongue. When he was done getting his ass eaten, he turned around and mashed my face into the pouch of his jock. This was a well-worn item and had been through a lot of sexy times. It had a heady aroma of cum, sweat, and piss on it, and I eagerly mouthed his cock through the fabric. I could feel the metal cock ring that surrounded his dick, and it turned me on even more. He quickly grew hard but pulled me away, saying that he didn’t want to cum yet. I literally had all day, so I was willing to wait. Next, Doug told me to vacuum under all the furniture in his living room. I needed to bend over to do this, and I figured that he wanted me to show off my ass while I did this chore. I’m always up for showing off my ass and wanted to keep him pleased, so I was happy to comply. While I was vacuuming, Doug came over and spread my cheeks open to display my hole. “Nice hairy hole, slave,” he said to me. I made my hole pulse when he said this so he would know I appreciated the compliment. When I finished this task, he told me to take the vacuum into the playroom and tidy it up. I went in and was pleased to see that the place was in pretty good shape. I rolled a cart over near the bottom of the sling and placed various lubes and some poppers on it. In my own anal way, I laid out the dildos on the tray sorted by size. We could (and likely would) work up to the largest ones as the day progressed. Then, I put a small table next to the side of the sling with some more poppers on it. I ensured that the camera was aimed properly at the sling, that the full-length mirror reflected the right stuff, and placed some absorbent pads on the floor. I placed a stool at the foot of the sling. Then, I wiped down the sling and noticed a St Andrews cross that hadn’t been there before. I made certain that it was clean and ready, too. I packed the bubbler with product and placed the baggie and torch nearby for use. As a final task, I plumped the pillows on the bed and vacuumed the floor. The playroom looked very ready for use. “Your room is ready, master,” I said when I returned to the living room. Doug was sitting in his recliner with one hand down the front of his jock while working his phone with his other hand. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he replied as he got up. I meekly followed him into the room, enjoying the sight of his hairy ass as he walked down the hall. He walked in and began his inspection. He nodded in approval at my organization on the rolling cart, noted the cleanliness of the equipment, and smiled when he saw that the bed had been dressed nicely. There was a play sheet under the cotton sheet to catch any fluids that might leak out. Nodding his approval, he walked over to the sling. His back was to the sling, and he told me to help him get into position. Hugging him tightly, I lowered him into the sling. Then, I took one of his feet, licked it a few times, and situated it in the stirrup. With his next foot, I sucked in his big toe before putting it in the stirrup. This seemed to excite him since we had never done any footplay before. I helped him get the pillow properly placed for his comfort and then asked if he needed anything more. “Not now, slave. Eat my ass.” Eager to obey and please, I sat on the stool and leaned forward to get my face into his ass crack. He has an awesome ass, with a good coating of hair everywhere that gets denser as it approaches his hole. I love seeing the hair get all matted down with lube and spit as we play. It’s really awesome to see the hairs gliding through lube on a toy or an arm, too. He pushed his ass out, displaying his inner walls to me. I bent forward and wrapped my lips around his hole, and sucked his hole. When I’m rimming, it’s like I’m making out with the guy’s hole. I lick it, swirl my tongue in the areas around it, suck it, probe it with my tongue, and more. Doug likes when I eat his ass, and he seemed ready to settle in for a long session. As I was eating his ass, he placed his hand on my head and pulled me up. “I am not spun,” he growled. I hastened over to the pipe and torch and brought them to him. I held the torch to the product and watched as it melted and smoke began to fill the bowl. When it was ready, I placed the bubbler at his lips, keeping the torch lit and moving so he could have as much as he wanted. He inhaled, held it for a bit, and then blew out a huge cloud. “Again,” he said, so I prepared another hit for him. We did this several times until he said, “Why are you wasting the smoke, slave? Inhale my smoke for your pleasure.” So, we shotgunned the next several hits. He had to be seriously spun since I was flying from just the leftovers. He told me to take two deep hits, which I gladly did. I returned the pipe and torch to their original location, making sure to bend at the waist as I put them down so that he could get a good look at my ass. He smiled at me as I walked back and took a seat on the stool. “Poppers,” he demanded. I picked up the bottle, uncapped it, and held his nostril as he did several deep hits. When I capped them, I kept them in my hand so that I could start rimming his ass again immediately. He was writhing in pleasure, calling me his sex slave and encouraging me with positive words. When I looked up from my rimming, I saw that Doug had pushed aside the pouch on his jockstrap, and his cock was hanging out. “May I, master,” I queried, eyeing his ringed cock. He nodded, so I put his cock into my mouth. He immediately let a gush of precum flow out, which I happily swallowed. He tends to precum a lot, and I love tasting his juices. I sucked on his dick, then he pushed me down to his balls. He has massive balls, and I can only fit one in my mouth at a time. I slavered over them, rolling them around in my mouth and occasionally going up to lick his cockhead. He rewarded me with several spurts of precum before pushing my head back down to his hole. I ate his hole adoringly. The taste and texture of his hole is wonderful, and it looks amazing when it’s opened up for a rimming. The hair around his hole holds some great aromas, and I inhaled deeply and appreciatively. I could have stayed there longer, but he tapped me on the head. When I looked up, he said, “Get me out of this,” indicating the sling. I grabbed both of his arms and helped him stand up. When he was upright, I directed my gaze downward (OK, so I was looking at his cock!) and said, “Thank you, master.” He nodded and directed me to the bed. I crawled onto the bed on all fours, letting Doug see my asshole in all its glory. He grinned approvingly but said that he wanted to smoke some more. I needed to fill the bowl again and kept my ass facing him as I did so. When it was ready, I melted some crystals into a nice fog and helped him to take a hit. He nodded at me, which I interpreted as the OK to do my own inhalation. I did, and he said, “Hold it until I tell you to let it go.” I held it for a long time, and then he allowed me to exhale. He had me do four more hits this way, holding the smoke in for a long time. He took a few more hits and handed me the bubbler and torch. I put them on the table, and Doug told me to get in the sling. He left the room while I was getting myself situated in the sling. Luckily, I’m fairly adept at getting my feet in the stirrups and my ass into the proper position. Once he knew I was settled, he returned to the room. He turned on the camera and made sure that it was providing a good, well lit view of my ass. He made a few slight adjustments and then sat down on the stool. “Are you a good slave?” “Yes, master.” And he slapped my ass. “Are you a good slave?” “Yes, master.” And he slapped my ass. “Are you a good slave?” This time, I said, “That is for my master to determine.” No slap this time. And he replied, “Damn right it is!” He had been lubing his hands while asking me this. Now, he put his fingers at my hole and said, “Your master is pleased,” before shoving three fingers into my ass. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he asked if everything was OK. “Yes, master.” “Good, because this is just the start,” he snarled. My ass understood the intent of that statement and pulsed in response. While he was talking, he was moving his fingers around inside me. Doug knows that my ass opens readily, and the T that we’d just smoked would make it even more open. We’ve played sober and spun, but I definitely prefer spun! “Your master controls your body.” “Yes, master,” I said as I felt another finger enter my ass. “I decide what happens to your body.” “Yes, master.” This time, he started to push his whole hand into my ass. I instinctively pushed out a little, letting him have easy access to my hole. His hand slid in up to his wrist.
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Anybody headed to P-House in Augusta next weekend? Looking for party buddies. I will host.
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It was a few weeks after my 21st birthday and I'd headed out with some friends for the evening. We were a group of typical twinks, and I'd chosen a tight white t-shirt, skinny jeans and sneakers. Not to brag, but my dark hair was perfect, the t-shirt almost sprayed onto my lean, tight, toned body. Ass perfect in the jeans. I kissed a couple of guys, and it got pretty wild. One of my friends had coke (until then the only drug I'd ever tried) and I seemed to get pretty drunk pretty quick. My friends started to peel and pair off, and then before I knew it the bar we were in was closing. I stumbled around the street for a little while, alone at this point, before seeing another bar down the road still open. I'd only ever walked past it before. It was known as a seedy, older guy's bar, but I wanted more booze so I made it up the street and headed in. Pretty much every head turned as I stumbled through the door, and there were maybe 20 guys sat around the small, dark bar. I headed in as confidently as I could, trying not to look too drunk, and leaned against the bar. There were audible gasps behind me, men leering, and I was the youngest in there by at least 25 years. The bartender was an older, stocky guy, dressed in a leather vest. He headed over. "Can I help you Son?" I tried my best to look sober. "Er, yeah, just a beer please?" He raised an eyebrow, but then surveyed the room. Seemed like his customers were enjoying the view, and he shrugged as he gave me a beer. I dropped my wallet as I got it out of my pocket, and as I bent down to get it I heard more gasps behind me. I knew my ass would look good like this. I paid for the drink and sipped on it as casually as I could. I noticed a guy staring at me from one of the bar stools. Maybe 50 or so, he was dressed in leather, looked a little skinny but paunchy, and he gave me a smirk as I sipped my beer. I looked away, but could see everyone else in the bar staring at me and whispering. One guy in the corner was just staring at me non-stop, and he had his hand in his trousers, a goon expression on his face. 'Damn, what kind of place is this?' "Don't mind Frank," a low voice said next to me. I jumped a little. The guy from the bar stool had wandered over. I looked blankly at him. "The guy jerking himself off over there, he does it here every night," he smirked. "I can see why he'd have his hand in his pants for you though". He's eyes wandered down my body. "Sexy little piece aren't you?" I blushed, giving him a weak smile, trying to seem as sober and in control as I could. His breath was awful, really rotten, and I could see that his teeth were a mess, even some missing. His face close up was aged and haggard, with blotches all over, and his hair was thinning. "So what's a sexy little fucker like you doing in a shithole like this?" I smirked. "Can't a guy just buy a drink?" He thought for a second: "Sure he can, but most people come in here looking for other things too..." I blinked, my head feeling fuzzy, and I felt like everyone in the room was getting closer. Frank in the corner was really beating his meat now, tongue out, staring at me, and I put my beer down on the bar. "I er... gotta go..." I went to walk away but almost feel over, and the man's hands grabbed me around my waist. "Whoa boy, think you've had enough, better get you outta here..." He walked me to the front door and into the street, propping me up against the wall. "You okay kid?" I nodded, not very convincingly, my head hung in drunken stupor. "I'm gonna... gonna go home..." Weirdly the air seemed to make me feel better, and I looked up to see him grinning down at me. "You won't get a cab around here, it's kicking out time." I looked up the street, and to be fair it was very busy. "My place isn't far, come back for a drink and you can get a cab from there..." I seemed to get a second wind, and nodded. "Sure man, why not?" I managed to walk unaided as we headed towards his place. It was about a five minute walk, and as we went he told me his name was Steve. "Alex," I'd said non-nonchalantly, him walking slightly behind me. We got to a pretty run down apartment building and he let us in. His place was a mess, mattress in the middle of the floor, beer cans and food boxes everywhere, and it smelled too. It looked like he only had one room. There was a couch covered in dirty clothes, and a small kitchen unit in the corner. "You got a bathroom?" He nodded towards the only door on the far side of the room, and I headed in as he went to the fridge. His bathroom was filthy. Toilet un-flushed, mess everywhere. I was planning to leave but I needed to piss like my life depended on it. A let out a thunderous stream of piss, my aim all over the place as I pissed on his seat and floor. I flushed and steadied myself on the sink, looking into the dirty mirror. Peeling my phone out, I pulled up the Uber app. Swaying as I ordered, I got an alert straight away telling me there were no cabs. "You okay in there?" he shouted through the door. "Yeah man," I said, heading out into the living area. "Can't get a fucking cab..." "Stay, have a drink..." he said, bringing over two glasses to the couch area. He'd cleared some space, and by this point I was totally hammered, so I sat down on his couch and took the glass. I sipped it, fuck it was strong, and he encouraged me to drink it. "I put a nice, healthy dose of G in there for you... mine too..." I looked at him. "Huh? G?" He nodded, a warm smile on his face. "It's perfectly safe, I know what I'm doing..." At this point I didn't care - it felt like I was losing control, so I gulped the drink down. "Fuck..." I said. "That tasted nasty..." "Yeah, G isn't the nicest taste..." he said, finishing his own drink. "Mind if I get more comfortable?" I nodded. "Sure man, your place." He got up, giving a big stretch, and took off his leather shirt. His body was pale and gaunt, with a podgy belly, and he looked like he had sores all over him. I stretched on the sofa, arching my back. "Fuck man that stuff was strong..." My head feeling cloudy and whoozy, but a growing elated feeling inside me. I started grinning, almost uncontrollably, and giggling to myself. I started to feel warm - and as I looked over he was making another drink. He came over and handed it to me. "No G don't worry, just a normal drink..." I sat and sipped it, getting talkative and funny all of a sudden, making him laugh. It was so warm. "Your cheeks are flushed Alex... get more comfortable if you want..." I smirked, giving him a wink. "Like that wouldn't you?" I pulled up Spotify on my phone and put some music on. I got up. "Come on, let's dance!" He laughed, shaking his head. "I'm too old for dancing..." I shrugged, dancing around the room, feeling amazing and so sexy at the same time. I was dancing at him, for him, and I lifted up my t-shirt to show him my lean, toned six pack, rubbing it for him. His eyes were wide, and I could see a bulge in his pants. Turning my back to him, I shook my ass, playing with my t-shirt, flashing skin at him. I grabbed for my drink, almost knocking it over and taking a gulp. As I carried on dancing he leered at me as I showed him glimpses of my body. Before long, I slowly peeled off my t-shirt and tossed it onto the floor. I motioned for him to join me with my finger, and as he approached, I turned my back and started grinding my ass into him. Fuck I was horny, all sense and repulsion of this guy I would never have looked at twice out of the window. The smell of his breath ground me for a second, but then his hands touched me, and I arched my back, feeling his fingers rake down my exposed ribs, taking in my flat, firm stomach, my tiny waist, my smooth back. "Do you want me to take you to heaven Alex?" He moved away, heading into a cupboard in the kitchen, and I tried to see what he was doing. "What's that?" I said, as he messed around with his back to me. "Heaven," he said, turning back and nodding at the mattress. "Take off your clothes, lie on the mattress, and I'll take you to heaven..." I shrugged. 'Fuck it,' I thought, kicking off my shoes and socks and peeling down my jeans. I could see him stealing glances back at me as I undressed, and soon I was nude, clambering onto the dirty, smelly mattress. I was too horny to care, and so curious about this 'heaven' that I lost all sense. He took a while in the kitchen and my semi died, my soft cock lying lazily on my stomach. I heard some muffled sounds behind me, and as I turned back he seemed to be taking something off his arm, holding his arm above his head. He coughed violently for a minute, before heading over to the mattress and kneeling next to me. He started tying a shoelace around my arm. I looked at him, puzzled, before he held up a needle almost full to the brim with liquid. "What... what's that?" I said, nerves rising in me but some other force inside pushing them back down. "Heaven," he whispered, holding my exposed arm. I felt a sharp jolt as he pushed the needle into my arm, and I wriggled slightly. "Keep still," he said, an almost manic look in his eyes. He seemed to be mouthing a countdown to himself, before he looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Welcome to heaven." In an instant, my entire body spasmed. I gasped in shock, trying to sit bolt upright but he pushed me back down. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was having an orgasm at the same time. I'd never felt anything like it in my entire life. My eyes wide, glazed, mouth wide open, head rolling around as he held my arm in the air and tore the shoelace off. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I kept saying as I rolled around on his mattress, my back arched, nude body trembling. I looked down, and my soft cock had cummed all over my abs. I hadn't felt an orgasm at all, and I kept gasping in shock and the feeling washed over me. He dropped my arm, his mouth diving onto my dick, slurping every last drop of my un-felt cum shot. My soft dick dribbling semen. He started licking at my abs, making weird moans, clawing at my nude body as his rancid teeth raked at my soft skin. My head rolling around, unable to lie still, arms reaching up behind me, clawing at nothing in particular. By this point he was shifting position, pushing my legs apart. I'd never been as horny in my entire life. Staring at him, my eyes demented. "Oh fuck yes fuck me!" He pushed himself in between my legs, holding them in the air, and started rubbing his bare cock on my hole. He looked down at me, he looked like a demon, and started to frantically, desperately push. My hole, my body's last defense, desperately trying to reject his bare leaking cock as he pushed harder. It hurt, but I didn't care, my soft cock twitching on my stomach, leaking more cum onto my abs as my hole finally yawned open around his mushroom. I gasped, clawing at the disgusting mattress, digging my nails into it as he pushed deeper into me. He started fucking me, hard, holding my legs up. He took one of my bare feet and put it to his mouth, his tongue all over my toes as I flexed them. I felt his dick push through my second ring, his exposed cockhead deep in my gut. I reached out to grab him, pulling him down onto me and locking my mouth onto his. My tongue running all over his rancid mouth, my perfect straight teeth banging up against the stumps and gaps of his gums. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and his arms went under my armpits, cradling me as he fucked me bare. My back arching, pushing my hard nipples into his flabby chest. "Oh fuck yes!" Arms around his neck, legs locked around his back as he fucked his cock into my gut. He was grunting in my ear, both of us lost in drug-induced horniness as he cradled my twink body. "Oh fuck... fuck... I'm gonna..." He held me, maybe too tight, as he made one last, desperate, jabbing thrust as deep inside me as he could get, unleashing a torrent of cum into my unprotected body. Ropes and ropes of thick, creamy semen layering against the walls of my gut. I lay there panting as he roughly pulled out of me, lying down next to me on the mattress...
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Hey guys I've been reading hot stories for longer than I should say so I finally decided to try writing one myself. Let me know what you think! I woke up on the morning of my birthday to find a bunch of texts from friends and family. I read Mike's first. "happy birthday boy maybe now we can meet :)" I was already hard when I woke up but that got me stroking. I met Mike on Grindr a few months before when I downloaded the app on my phone and said I was 18. I was curious and I couldn't wait. I had to see it for myself. I put up a pic of my smooth chest. I also cropped one of my swim team pics so you could only see me and just from my neck down. I was wearing my speedo. Mike messaged me and we started to chat about what I was interested in doing. I think he could tell that I wasn't 18 pretty quick so during that first conversation he said "so when do you really turn 18 🙂?" I came clean and let him know that I was 17 and a total virgin. I had made out with a guy on the team at a party once and I loved that but we were both drunk and never talked about it after. Mike didn't ask to meet that first time the way some of the other guys who messaged me did. He took things really slow and I really liked him. When he did mention meeting he said that we had to wait until I was 18 but if I still wanted to meet when my birthday came around he would be willing to show me everything I wanted to experience and some things I probably didn't know about yet. He let me ask him about anything I wanted even stuff that I was scared of. He said he wouldn't judge because he wished he had someone to ask when he was younger. Over the months that we chatted he basically knew all of my fantasies. Most people would say they were pretty vanilla but I didn't really know what was out there. But the one thing that I found so hot that I was scared to share was how much the idea of incest got me off. I don't know what it was because I actually was not attracted to anyone in my family but thinking about a father and son messing around always put me over the edge. Mike said it was normal and there were ways to explore that without messing around with actual members of my family. Mike was 42 the same age as my dad. He lived alone and was never married or had kids. He had two pics on his profile. One was a body pic. He looked fit like he took care of himself but not like a big muscled guy who goes to the gym all the time. The second pic was of his entire body but fully clothed in what looked like an outfit my dad would wear when he went to work. Button down shirt and pants. But in the pic he was also wearing a baseball cap and was looking down so you still couldn't see his face. All these months he never asked me for a pic of my face. I think he knew I was scared to do that. I wasn't out yet to anyone and I didn't want anyone to find out. So I didn't ask to see his face either. After I thanked him for the birthday text he asked me what I thought about meeting IRL. Was I ready? I said I think I was as long as we go really slow and maybe not do everything the first time. Could we just meet and hang out and maybe just watch some porn and leave it at that? I developed a lot of trust in Mike those months and knew that he would be the kind of guy that I would want to be my first. He said of course we could take it slow. That's the best way because there's no rush. We made plans to hang out at his place that weekend. The anticipation over the next few days made me the horniest I had ever been. We actually didn't even message each other until that Saturday. "You still up for coming over and hanging out a bit?" I told him I was as the anticipation turned to nervousness. He sent me his address. He was really close. I knew from Grindr that he was not too far but I didn't calculate what that might mean. I could bike there and be there fast. We decided to meet at 3 so I could finish this one lab that I had to turn in that was already late. He told me to text him when I was about to leave my house so when I did I told him that I was really nervous. He texted me back immediately like he knew I would say that. "I understand. Everyone's first time doing anything can make people nervous. We are just going to hang out. No pressure. You told me you smoked pot before and like it right? We can just kick back and smoke a little to relax us." He was right. Nothing was going to happen this time. We were just going to meet and put a face to the last few months. What if one of us thought the other was ugly? Maybe he wouldn't be attracted to me and I had to be ready for that. I texted back that I was heading over. That was the longest bike ride I ever took. Now that I was on my way, I just wanted to get there. But I got to his house and started shaking. I couldn't control it. He told me to bring my bike into the back so that it would be safe left alone. I parked my bike right by his back door and then knocked. He didn't answer right away and while I waited I thought there was still time to get back on my bike and go home. But I couldn't move. And then I heard the chain on the door and then it opened. Mr. Kelly, my 10th grade math teacher stood in front of me. "Hi Jake." I couldn't speak. My only thought was that I was in trouble. Now everyone would know. But Mr. Kelly is gay? He was one of the chill teachers at school that everyone loved. I never thought he could be gay but I guess I never really thought about my teachers actually having lives. He was smiling as though he was not surprised that the person who was at his door was a student he had just a couple years ago, who was still a few months away from graduating. "uhhh Mr. Kelly? I'm so sorry...I...this is a mistake...I won't tell..." He reached out and held my arm. "It's ok. Come inside and let's talk." He pulled me gently and I followed him into his house.
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I was 26 when my baby brother turned me the fuck out. I was home visiting and partying in the attic. I was in my jock and getting cloudy not realizing baby bro was watching. I had been a junky fag ever since I start hitting that glass dick with my uncle Jake when I was 18. He had me and my best friend Chad get in jockstraps and sit in chairs next to each other with our ankles handcuffed together. Prepping us for frat life in college he said and gave us “weed” to smoke. Hit after hit after hit after hit until we almost felt like puking. He played porn the whole time —so by the time we were done and spun and he whipped his cock out— we were ready to just do just about whatever he wanted. Now my baby brother Bobby, 8 years younger and barely 18 was handing his own glass dick to my dry chapped lips saying, “I’m gonna get you spun the fuck out from the shit the crack whore down the street gave us. I use you as a guinea pig and it fucks you up good…” So I take a hit. It’s a big one and it tastes like a nasty toxic chemical cloud so I know it’s gonna be good and sure enough it goes straight to my cock. And Bobby’s hands graze my tits which drive me into a tailspin. “Look Tommy,” he says holding one tit in each hand. “You always had a problem with drugs. And I always looked up to you, so whatever drug you did. I did them because that's what brothers do. So when it was coke and crack, I did that… and when you switched to meth…. Well fuck Tommy, you know how great it makes your cock feel.” We’re both in jockstraps and have massive hard ons. I don’t remember when he put the dog collar on that says “property of Robert Drake.” But before I can think about that he’s pulling my sac out of the pouch in my jock aside and putting a fat rubber ox ball cock ring up around my huge nut sac and uncut cock. “Remember Tina? That crack head bitch down the street—you graduated from high school together, right?” He’s whispering in my ear and it tickles and I want him to shove his tongue in my ear and then my mouth. “Well that whore moved back into her mom’s house, another crack whore, two doors down—n and she still has a thing for you. So I decided I was gonna mark my territory before she got any ideas and popped by to lend you some sugar or some shit.” He grabs my leg and stretches it out while he plays with my foot—it drives me crazy—then puts my foot on his hot sweaty sac. “Well I got her to give me some of the shit you told me not to do ever—you guessed it—meth. I never saw you on it. You hid it from the family pretty well. But I got some and I told you it was blow and to just snort and you did.” He looks me in the eyes, mine are trying to focus on his blurry face—crystal fucks with my vision. “And I watched you. You changed almost immediately. You went from the burn out older brother I wanted to fuck and transformed into the pervy, insanely horny, sexy as fuck deviant I am going to fuck. Soon as you finished that rail, you just started taking off your clothes. You’re sitting there with your jock on and I said to myself 'this is my chance… this is my chance to breed my brother.’” “Hey, Tommy,” he grabs my face by the chin and looks me in the eye. “Do me a solid. I think I left something of yours behind the couch—pretty sure you’ve been looking for it.” I get excited thinking it’s the 1.24 gram shard I somehow lost earlier (or did I do it? Can’t remember). I tug at my cock thinking about finding it. And as I try to look over the back of the couch to look behind it, I fumble. I flop over— ass up— searching for the thing I can't find because it was never back there. In doing so I expose my fat hairy ass to my baby brother. My hole is puckering because of the meth and suddenly there’s a burning sensation. I look behind me and Bobby is licking his finger and sticking it in the bag and pulling out another shard covered finger and aims it square at my hole before it pops in. And suddenly I’m in heat. I growl involuntarily like a bitch—as in a female dog. Bobby pulls his fat adolescent cock out of his sweat pants and spits on it like they do in the pornos I made him watch with me when we were younger. He walks up behind me, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s about to pop my cherry, first stretching the sphincter, and nothing I say is gonna stop him. “Hey Tommy,” he sneers, “Should I spit on that pig hole of yours before I smash it?” Pig hole? Where did he learn that and why is it giving me a chub? I think. But it’s rhetorical and before I have time to react he’s shoving his big boy boner in my hole. And reaching around to play with my tits like I’m a girl. The pleasure is as intense as the pain and it comes it waves because of the meth in my veins. He pulls out and it makes a wet popping sound that makes me even hornier and grabs me by the straps of my jock and says, “Stop trying to pull away you faggot!” I make a half ass effort to struggle and he leans in to me and tickles my ear again saying, “The more you resist, the more it turns me on.” And I can feel the truth of that statement as his fat mushroom cap triples in size inside my lower intestines. Yeah we both moan simultaneously. Suddenly there’s a banging sound— it’s of car doors closing. Mom’s pulled in the drive way and we hear the car alarm signal that the car is locked. We hear her coming up the stairs, the distinct cadence of her footfalls are all too familiar. She’s yelling my name—needs my help getting something from the trunk to the garage. My eyes are glazed over because I’m so fucking spun and also in bliss because Bobby’s meaty teenage cock is thrusting in and out of my hole. “Tommy's a little busy right now—he’s getting his ass destroyed in this game we’re playing ma,” Bobby yells back. I hear her sigh outside the door and say ‘"Well, when you’re finished tell him to move the bags of mulch in the trunk in to the garage please.” “Yeah… he’ll get right… to… it!” He yells, punctuating each word with a thrust into my hole. I kinda try to struggle again and push him off but I don’t really want that and I am so fucking retarded and gooning gone-out-the-fuck-my-mind that my lil’ brother has the power to do anything he wants. My pussy is getting pounded by my kid fucking brother and as he hits my prostate again and again and leans in … the pressure on my bladder is too much and I just start pissing. Bobby stops for a second and looks at me incredulous. “Are you fucking kidding me bro? This is a problem brother.” He grabs me by my hair forces my face into the puddle on the hard wood floor. The way you would drag a dog over to show it the mess he made. ”See that?! See that mess you made?! Good dogs don't make messes— so what I'm gonna need you to do is be a good dog…. and clean it......with your tongue.” My cock just surges and gets harder. I feign struggle. “Ah-ah-ah…. you aren't getting let go until this mess is cleaned.” Bobby then slams my face into the piss puddle and says “Clean it.....clean it you stupid faggot cum dumpster!” And I do. I start lapping it up like an animal. “Good boy. Who’s a good little bitch? Who’s daddy’s little girl? Tommy is. Tommy is a good little bitch.” And then he pulls my head up by my hair to face him and I think—I want him— to give me a big wet slobbering kiss and he stares in my eyes. And spits in my face.
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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 9
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Installment number Nine of what was probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style non-enhanced sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, as did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - with Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the guesthouse with his revealed to be former partyboi husband Charlie), Karl and the other Houseboys and the skinhead Manager Zar. Then an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – shows up in time for the party. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story during the storm-caused power failure, and our str8 boy gets booty-bumped one too many times and pulls me back to my room because he needs to be fucked NOW... We were in the midst of thanking each other profusely – me for offering me his cherry, he for me waiting for him to want it then doing so well – when a key turned in the lock and Lou peeked around the doorframe. “Finally.” He commented. “Thank you, J-man, you are impressive.” “Daddy-J is a master of his art” (which he pronounced ‘ahhhT’) replied Vice to Lou, “now shut up, get in here and fuck me!” SATURDAY, 2AM and BEYOND: IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNIN’ I laughed hearing the deflowered stud in my bed demanding more cock in his ass. Lou looked really, really pleased and fished in his pouch for a big rock to drop in the waterpipe. Sparking the torch, he melted the rock as Vice and I looked on, then took a big rip off the pipe and smiled. “So,” he began as he blew out his cloud. “You liked it then?” “It’s wickie hot,” was Vice’s reply as Lou took what looked like another massive hit. He then handed me the pipe and torch and pulled Vice in for a shotgun that turned into a major tongue-wrestle between them. As I took a big hit myself, Lou and Vice finally disengaged, their cloud dissipating between them. “Feel any less like a man?” Lou continued his line of questioning. Vice shook his head several times then said: “Nah, it’s just like J-man here said, you can get fucked and still be all man… I totally get that now, J,” he looked to me as he finished. “And damn it feels hot as fuck too. Just like me fucking ass, I gotta try out a few more samples. For instance, I just had some amazing white meat, isn’t it time for some dark meat now?” We all laughed. After passing the pipe and sharing shotguns between the three of us, Vice looked at Lou and said, “You been wanting a piece of this for a while, ain’t cha’ bro? Been jonesing for some fine straight-boy hole?” With a big smirk, Lou replied “you don’t know the half of it homie… Been jonesing for that super ‘fine’ tail for a while – givin’ and takin’ now? Dat’s fly… jus’ wha’ I need for a real wingman, yo.” I was chuckling to myself as both of their speech patterns went totally street urban all of a sudden while they teased each other. I mean, Vice always had the Bahstan-Capecadd drawl to a degree, but he was unconsciously laying it on thicker now while Lou seemed to be able to turn on and off his “Official Only African American Dealer In The Town But Customers Expect It” Urban Patois that he obviously got a kick out of using when it was fun for him or when he wanted a customer or any possible threat to think that’s all he was… and hey, it certainly comes across strong, confident and badass… smart dude that Lou. Seeing the rabid looks they were giving each other, I hopped off the bed and quickly removed almost all of my leather, grabbed a towel and my bath kit and my key and said “Sounds like I should give you guys a few… gonna go piss, shower and wander. How long should I stay gone?” “Only 15 or 20,” Vice replied, “I wanna’ try out that ‘Lucky Philippe’ thing you talk about.” “Lucky Pierre” I corrected, and you’ll love it, see you in a few…” I saw Lou lining his chocolate cock up with Vice’s hole as I closed the door and headed to the shared bathroom. Just as I was heading in, a guy stopped me in the hall. This was an older gent, probably the oldest guest in the place that night – he’d been one of the gladiator movie fans from this afternoon and had to be 75 if he was a day, lean and wiry, his white skin tanned like well worn leather, about 5’6” and a few tatts that looked genuine Navy like the vintage white sailor cap he was sporting over his silver buzz cut, white canvas deck shoes and a military surplus jock completed his attire. “You needing to empty the tap, sir? Why waste it on the porcelain?” Pleased with his nonchalant request, I figured, why not? “Sure thing Sailor, but you better know that this is definitely high-octane and very much not plain unleaded. That okay?” He nodded, “damn sir, that’s a bonus!” “Okay Sea-dawg, front or back?” The armband on his thin right bicep was black so that wasn’t an issue. His face lit up as he answered “Back, back please. Much better bump from your fuel that way… don’t worry, sir all clean.” With the caverject shot still in full force I was hard again almost immediately. He wasn’t really my type, but he’d kept trim and the grin on his face and the twinkle in his eye were enough for me to recognize a fellow player who enjoyed the game as much as I did and probably didn’t get to play as much anymore… and yeah, this would be me someday too, so l gave this Korean War Vet/New Chembuddy as good a quickie as I could, I remember hoping karma would come back to me someday in the future! I started to bring him into the restroom, but he asked quietly “out here?”. Which made me grin, and made my cock a bit harder, as I turned him and made him do a perp stance facing the wall in the hall, arms up and legs spread. He was lubed but freshly so, and I still had plenty on my tool that a bit of spit got us wet enough for me to slide right in… warm velvet I have to admit. We were near the edge of the now slightly dimmer emergency lighting and seemed like a few guys were watching from the shadows, so rather than give him my chempiss right away, I gave him a nice steady firm mid-pace fuck for a couple of minutes – he had nice muscle control I must admit. “Damn” I said out loud to please him as I pumped him while reaching around to tweak his pierced nips, “you may look like a salty dog, but you’re still an able-bodied seaman where it counts sailor.” (My several times playing Lt. Cable in “South Pacific” were serving me well here…) “Oh yeah, Cap’n, you like that Squid Hole?” he groaned back. (How do I always wind up an officer?). I switched to a slow screw that I knew couldn’t last more than a few minutes as I seriously had to piss by this time, and I wanted to end with the piss so we didn’t mess up the hallway – which would happen if I continued a fuck on a piss-filled hole. That was when I felt a fat warm cock slide into MY hole while a soft hairy belly from someone rather large covered my back and two hairy arms slid around me and started seriously tweaking MY nips, and both felt great. A grumbly voice spoke in my ear “You like filling my man’s sweet ass? You’re making him so happy I had to find some way to repay you.” I figured this must be the Bear from the afternoon’s Gladiator group who was sitting at the time with the Vet I was pumping now – seemed to remember thinking he could play Santa Claus at Macy’s without any false hair, false beard or false belly… hell, it worked for the moment. “His ass is like velvet, man, and you feel great back there too, BUT I was just supposed to be emptying my chempiss in your salty dog here except when I slid in I just couldn’t resist a little bit of a fuck before I empty out. And I have to empty out SOON. Seriously, almost bursting here.” “Okay, just let me have a minute or two more, I’ll pound you, you pound him – he can take it – then piss away!” Which is what we did. Maybe another 20-25 hard pounding strokes and I felt Santa shudder and jerk as he dropped a load in me while my battered bladder finally let go and filled his partner with a good amount of high octane chem piss. The naval dude just sighed and said, “Thanks Cap’n, anytime you need a snug harbor…” “Thanks for that, both of you” I said to the pair as I finished pissing and quickly popped out of the now squishy hole, “but now I have to do a quick shower and run…” Santa wiggled his eyebrows at me, asking “Your straight boytoy waiting to fuck you some more?” I couldn’t resist. “No man,” I replied with a smirk. “My pet straight boy begged me to de-virginize his straight hairy ass, and he’s waiting for me to fuck him again – our dusky friend is filling the void for me right now, and I want to get back…” Okay, okay, I was actually bragging… wouldn’t you? The look on their faces was priceless – and Santa’s cock jerked up a couple of times on its own and dribbled out a bit more jizz. I swiped my finger through it, licked it off my finger and gave a quick but proper salute then sauntered into the bathroom. In unison behind me I heard two male voices whimper “Fuuuuuuck…” Within a few minutes, I had dumped lube and load out of my butt, did a spot clean, showered the outer layer of sweat and lube off, gargled some mouthwash and headed back to “my boys”. Entering the hall from the shower I realized the power had gone back on while I was in there – the red lighting from the beginning of the evening was back, looking around I noticed that there were less doors open and a few more “do not disturb” signs out as some guys, especially those not enhanced, got tuckered out and finished up their play for the night. I took a quick detour back to the stairs to the third floor and went part way up – the door to room 38 was only barely cracked, but it was evident that there was still a good bit of activity going on in there – as I tried to get a better handle on how things were going in there, the door creaked a bit more open and Sebastian popped his head out. “Just checking – we are going to need another fifteen minutes or so,” I whispered, “do you want the three of us to come back up?” Nodding his head with great emphasis, Sebastian replied “Oh very much so yes, things should go on for at least another two hours… oui, yes, come… come soon!” Promising we would, I headed back downstairs and slipped into the room. “Ready for me?” I asked as I came in. One of the room lights was now on, and I saw that Vice was fumbling around – gently -by my laptop while Lou was pulling drinks out of my cooler with one hand and holding his monster water pipe with the other. “Sweet, hand me one of those gatorades, man,” Lou tossed me a lemon-lime, my favorite and I feel like I emptied half of it down my gullet in 30 seconds or less, “thanks, I needed that. You boys enjoying your new activity!” “Mmm-hmm-hmm” was all I could get out of a smirking, grinning Lou, while Vice replied, “Indeed we are, but I’m glad you are back, I need to examine these two styles side by side. Mind blown, J, mind blown!” He chuckled to himself a bit then looked down at what he was doing. “Oh, but first, when the power went back on, your machine booted itself back up but it seems to be freaking out a bit. I tried to calm it down, but you’d better… and maybe put on some more hot stuff now that it’s not on battery anymore?” He couldn’t have looked more like a little boy in that moment if he tried. The problem was easy – the dvd drive kept trying to engage, but no one was pressing “play”. I put in Hot Desert Knights with a leather theme and took the offered bong and shared a few rips with the boys. I let them know the gang upstairs would be happy to have us return if they both wanted to AFTER we schooled Vice on “Lucky Pierre”. Since he’d spent the last little while being dicked by his bud’s weapon, it was time for him to fuck Lou while I sandwiched Vice from behind. Lou lay on the bed and raised his legs to the sky while Vice and I spent a minute or five tonguing that hole and Frenching each other with a few more clouds, then Vice got to his knees and grabbed Lou by the ankles and pushed in. “Ooh, hold a minute” asked Lou. “Seriously? You been fucked all night man,” I kidded, “not enough lube?” “No, dammit,” he replied, “freakin’ CHARLIE HORSE”, which made all of us, even him laugh out loud. I took those few minutes while he and Vice kneaded Lou’s calf muscle (with Vice still fully inserted) to rim Vice’s magnificent no-longer-virgin ass, getting it a bit more ready. “Done!” Lou said, “now get that daddy dick in the boy here…” On my knees I entered Vice from behind while Lou held poppers under his pal’s nose – I slid right in like Brett Gardner stealing Third in Post Season… damn life is good sometimes, right? Both my boys were moaning and talking nasty and seemed to be in heaven, myself likewise. Vice commented finally – “this is the most amazing sensation my body has ever had, no wonder this is your fav, J Daddy!” A minute or two later, he called ‘switch’. I stood at the edge of the bed sitting on a pillow, rolled onto my back with knees to my chest, then pulled myself back to the edge so that my ass was partly off with the pillow wedging it up, then I reached over pulled the other pillow behind my neck got my knees behind my elbows and said, “Ready boys.” Like I did before, Vice and Lou attacked my hole for a bit with tongues and clouds, then with a huff of Max Impact off a sweat sock, Vice once again sank his thick linguica into the guy who took his virgin hole. He was getting REALLY good working a man’s hole, and when his eyes widened a bit and then slowly closed in a blissful expression, I knew that Lou’s chocolate delight was re-finding its new home. “Fuuhuuhgh, so wickie hawt, yeah, yeah – how do you dudes ever STOP doing this?” Lou and I both chortled a bit about that, and I answered, “that’s why I try to do it so often, right?” The expression on Vice’s face was one of sheer bliss. Lou caught my eye over his shoulder and murmured “get ready to do that muscle contraction thing you do with yo ass J-man, we’re going to send him to orbit from both sides…” I nodded and Lou raised his voice to a growl in Vice’s ear “Welcome to Nirvana man – there ain’t not going back to boring ass vanilla sex now!” Vice’s eyes shot open as Lou began a wild rough triple beat pound on this now ravenous hole of Vice’s while I worked my muscle magic on that hot cock of his at the same time… the poor kid looked like he was about to hyperventilate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah, Yeah, YEAH… FUCKIN HEAVEN BROS!!!” Vice bucked and heaved, then stuck both arms straight out to both sides and bellowed “STOP! … MUST BREATHE!” All movement came to a halt as the Dealer stud and I smiled at each other with the newly initiated stud muffin between us collapsed on my chest, tears streaming down his face as he laughed, giggled, panted and moaned “so good, so wickie good, so fuckin good…” and then laughed and cried some more hugging my chest, then kissing me and smiling “Oh daddy, so so so good… but I gotta have five to pull my soul back inta my body man… and then we go upstairs.” “Excellent,” I responded. “That’s my wingman,” said Lou. As his chest slowed down from it’s heaving, Vice was laughing again “Nothing came out of my dick, but it felt like the most powerful cum I ever had… as good as when you fucked me to jizz without touching myself, J-daddy- not better cause it couldn’t be but LONGER. The two of you might kill me but I wouldn’t care.” His breathing slowed some more, then he smirked at us “I realize I have two professional level players here with me, but I’m new, we’re all high as fuck and they are out there wanting us to join in… can we?” “Hell yeah,” I said, “But do something for me. Enjoy getting more cock and more ass, but trust me if you want to take on Marcel, leave him for last and let us get you ready – everyone else should be fine.” I went to the closet and pulled a few things out; “let me set you both up so they think the whole master and his boys things is real since it seems to turn them on – AND it also allows me to protect our newbie here since they all seem to hop to my commands even Marcel, so… first of all, a subtle change…” pulling most of the leather off of Vice, I pulled the second black ribbon out of the wrist band and wrapped it around his right arm so he had two like Lou and I did, “don’t say a word, see who figures it out first.” “Devious, J-man, even I could take lessons…” Lou quipped. I put them both in black cloth baseball caps not exactly matching but close, same with two white jock-codpieces (the waistband stays on but you can unsnap the pouch so your cock is free and it still has straps in the back to frame your ass perfectly, each with thick rubber cock rings, leather thongs tied around their biceps on both sides right under the ribbons, white sweat socks, and leather and cloth wrist wraps that could be locked together so one’s right wrist was connected to his buddy’s left and they’d need to walk in tandem. My master’s cap, my full metal harness, leather vest and a black leather jock-codpiece also with removable pouch, chrome taint tickler thick cockring, my engineer boots and we were ready. “What, no leash and collars for us?” Lou joked. I took his hand, showed him my pale hand by turning it back and forth right over his, then took his dark hand and flipped it back and forth, then put them together showing the contrast. “Hell no,” I said seriously, “if you ever want me to do that in private fine, because to me it doesn’t matter whose got more melanin and whose got less - and is fucking jealous!!” which made him laugh in that grave moment, which was good, “but with these guys? Some of whom may have the issues we talked about and joked about earlier? No way will I denigrate you that way or have them think that just cause you’re “my boys” that I think of you as anything less than me or that you are in a servant position to me, no. I just won’t do it. There’s too much real shit out there without having to add to it for a fantasy or for show. Hope that’s cool, but not me.” Lou just grabbed me and planted a huge kiss on me, his eyes looked a bit wet. “That. That… damn man, look what you did to me you righteous fuck you! Respect man,” he touched his heart and looked down for a bit. “Respect” Vice just goggled at us during this whole exchange. “Well then,” Lou announced. “Since Daddy J will NOT be Masta J, for which I thank him, then let’s go up there with heads held high, cocks half hard and asses primed and SHOW THEM MOTHERFUCKERS HOW ITS DONE!”. Laughing our asses off we made it to Room 38, were welcomed heartily with clouds and booty bumps and kisses and gropes and rimming and more clouds, and Zar being the first to notice Vice’s “change of status” to versatile and so claiming “DIBS!” while the rest swarmed Vice like frat boys getting free pizza, so I stepped in front of my newbie, and got into my Daddy/Boy role play persona while holding out my hand, between the Tina, the fog of long pnp play and the hot situation, I was really chewing the scenery as we say, even getting bombastic but man it was fun. “Just understand something here. This boy of mine is special, and he asked me to take his cherry tonight – and I did, then his brother there added his skills too. And my boy liked it – he liked it a lot, and he’s gonna be an amazing switch hitter, but on this special occasion, he wants to try a few more… and I gave my permission, I WANT him to enjoy this and so far he’s had remarkably little pain and let me be clear, it will STAY that way. Get it? Now he’s a real man and so I’m not saying you can’t fuck hard or get a bit rough or wrestle it up some, but this is his first damn time and I promise you he will enjoy it or you will answer to me. So no games with not enough lube, or scratching him up, or pushing too much in too fast or making him bleed, or any shit like that. Understand? I want him to WANT to do this again, so don’t fuck this up. Right?” Head nods all around and it was all I could do not to crack up – they all took me at my word and only the brief smile of gratitude from Vice and the furtive look of merriment on Lou and to be honest, Zar’s faces let me know I had a few appreciating my over the top performance. But I was being honest, I wanted the kid to like this, not wind up bleeding and in pain and never repeating his experiences. Zar would get his wish from this afternoon as Vice wanted him to go first, which seemed to immensely please the hot skinhead guest house manager. As a final note before sex, I pulled Vice and Marcel aside and whispered low to Marcel “Dude, I know you’re an alpha, you don’t get fucked only fisted and you are a master cocksman with that battering ram of yours and I can attest to how amazing that feels opening a guy up. But I’m asking you to let him decide if wants to finally have a go at that masterpiece, and I’m asking you to wait for a few smaller guys to go first, then go easy at first – and use some boybutter on that piercing of yours, not just spit, okay? You can do all that to me or my other boy Lou over there. Show your amazing skills to Vice by making him love it. If he says stop, DO, or he and I will double fuck you until you scream… that a deal – it’s a fine just cherry-picked hole and it will be worth your while. Deal?” Marcel kissed us both on both cheeks and said “Agreed. You protect your boys, good. Like me with Sebastian. Now let’s all fuck – since our house manager gets him first, I’ll substitute his Daddy’s hole instead.” Overhearing that Zar tossed me Max Impact, a jock, and then held a pipe to my lips to get me started for Marcel’s monster. And that’s how within 10 minutes from leaving my room the three of us wound up side by side fucking and rimming a hot dude in front of us with three studs behind us pounding our holes. Lou had Sebastian to fuck and rim, with Ed topping him, Vice was enjoying Rachman “Rocky”’s beautiful butt, with Zar blissfully pounding him out expertly, while I rimmed and fucked Gary while Marcel attempted to create a new lane of the Lincoln Tunnel in my ass… amazing, BUT… still amazing… And so it went, the three of us got to be “Lucky Pierre’s” much of the time with the occasional bonus of either a cock or hot hole for our mouths and tongues along with our cocks in an ass and cocks in us. Much swapping of threes and fours, and Vice not only enjoyed Zar as a top, but had Tom and Ed and Gary fuck him too – Rachman and Sebastian leaning heavily bottom for the evening passed on a turn but asked for “rain checks”. There were times when Vice and I, or Lou and Vice, or Zar and me would be 69ing sucking the others cocks while each of us was being fucked too. Finally, Vice decided it was time he tried the “Double Diamond Dick” before he chickened out. Wanting to concentrate fully on what was happening, he opted out of being a Lucky Pierre this time and got on his back for the penetration, pillows propping up his butt and neck as Marcel stood bedside like Vice had done to me down in my room. I knelt on one side of him on the bed with pipe, torch, poppers and Max Impact with Lou on the other side ready with several lubes but first while I was shot-gunning Vice a hit, tied off his bud’s arm and the hot dealer administered Vice a small pick-up slam while Sebastian, standing, did the same for his hubby Marcel. Two snaps as tourniquets were popped off, two guys coughing and then Vice moaning, “okay man, give me that monster” with Marcel simply nodding and growling sexily as his fat head and piercing – covered with cream lube slowly stretched open a hole that until just a few hours ago had been “exit only” and that 48 hours prior would never have conceived of being where it was and WANTING this. I saw a bit of fear, and whispered, ‘Relax, you’ve got this, and trust me the way he’s doing it – you are going to love it real soon!” Vice nodded and the panic eased off his face and he was smiling again, allowing the big head to pop through and making him gasp and moan “fuck that’s big… but fuck that’s good.” With popper hits, a couple of shared clouds and encouragement from everyone in the room, slowly but surely that beautiful beast went balls deep on our former str8 sex only convert. When those bull balls swinging beneath their leather ball stretcher slapped down against Vice’s sss skin he got a look of hungry triumph on his face saying “Oh fuck this is awesome… fuck me man, please.” The rest of the room while still stroking other guys or with their cock in an ass or one in their own hole, slowed to watch this newbie take a cock many more experienced holes would balk at. And while he was huffing and puffing a lot, he was definitely enjoying it! Marcel was true to his word, and so he kept his strokes long and slow but he did make them HARD and Vice seemed to like that as it must have been hitting his prostate just right. We all knew this couldn’t last long but it wasn’t Vice who had to tap out, it was Marcel! Vice started that blissed out laugh/cry thing he did the last two times he let go, and the laughing huffs must have made his hole contract each time because Marcel started shaking his head rapidly back and forth growling, “so tight, merde, can’t hold it…” and then roared incoherently while he blew a load up into Vice who immediately started that shaking anal orgasm thing again that left him smiling and giggling while Marcel looked out for the count! That seemed the right time to call a close and as the three of us got ourselves and our gear back together, I pulled out 3 butt plugs I’d put in Lou’s canvas ditty when I knew we were on our way up, giving the fattest one to Vice whose hole was currently the one most stretched to hold everything in on our way downstairs. Stopping in the common bathroom, we all did a little cleaning rinsed off in the shower together, and retired to my room to collapse naked with each other, lightly playing while we relaxed and watched porn each catching a bit of nap here and there and enjoying each other’s bodies and company. Vice was popping grapes and having a bit of Yogurt around 5:30AM when he looked at me, and with all sincerity asked, “So, Daddy J, is EVERY weekend like this for you?” Lou couldn’t even control his laughter as I sputtered, “sadly no, Vice, even I cannot claim to have a weekend like THIS very often at all.” We laughed and I added “and hell, its still not even dawn on Saturday morning!!”- 5 comments
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From: tinarosebud66@gma..dotcom Date: 06-06-24 15:26 Subject: hey Message: Love to work you open. and feed you fresh poppers during session as well as a top-up slam with my fist inside you as you slam. We played years ago...in 2019...you came all the way out to Wattle Camp past Nanango. And I was freaking out as defs was not the best 'venue'. I am keen as fuck to slam and then lay on y back and you straddle me for a 69, you slam as my tongue explores your hole, then as your rush hits drop down into a with intense frantic hole eating slurping sucking 69er! I'd Love to have another play...a LOT more tactile and experienced now...LOVE mutual hole fun...and these days am even starting to actually get hard during a long session! I do often cum now as I'm rushing, out of my semi hard cock, then I get really slutty /piggy. I can even fuck with my cock sometimes now when partying, as well as with toys and fist. Do you host at all? I even have a fuck machine now...the pic of the toys I attached to this message, all those toys except the bottom big thick black one fit on the fuck machine. Hot to set it up so that triple ribbed toy in front of my big toe in the pic is punch fucking your warmed up slutty hungry hole while you on all fours, and me on my back on bed with you eating me out as I control the fuck machine with the wireless remote...own you slutty man cunt...then swap places, I eat the fuck out of you while machine wrecks me! Does that interest you? Is my memory correct in thinking your name is Steven? And you used to play with Shane out at Thornlands before I met you? Brian here ----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: name withheld Date: 06-07-24 21:00 Subject: hey Message: Hi Brian, you'd be correct, in that my name is Steven, and I from time to time went over to Shane’s, When he live in Thornlands, for play session's in his room downstairs,(small room, was meant to be a office).For a room that small It on occasions have 5/6 guys playing. I have a few good memories from times i was PnP ing. One can't forget, being totally naked, and Shane and myself in full swing, getting into it, off chops, and his Mother is calling out, about how he's meant to give her tablets, that she was on. Shane yelling back yes Mum give me a few minutes. Then don't come in here Mum, go back upstairs, before you'd know it, the door would be sliding open, and The Mum would be inside the room, and Shane within 2 seconds ushering her back out and sliding the door closed, as he walked her back up the stairs. I remember travelling for hours to Wattle Camp, ( its was from arranging between each other, I’d come. It was yourself that, wanted me to come, I believe that I meet you at Aus Dan’s, during a Play session a few weeks before you asking me to come. It was fucking hot that you got me to Blast myself, as you eat my arse out. The feeling of the rush, taking me onto higher levels, and my arse lips just surrendering your tongue, my hole just opening without me even having to think of what I needed to do to get my hole to open... It just did it and did what it was meant to, when it was meant to. Its been a long time since that night we played, and I'd like for us to get together for a long session, doing kinky things opening each other’s holes up. Your Ideas of some play, I’m keen for those, I use to on the odd occasion go to a guys place in Birkdale, he had the use of a fucking machine, there great fun, The triple headed dildo you was speaking of Punch fucking my warmed up slutty arse, I actually have that in my toy/Dildo collection. I’ve got a Few of the Doc Johnson Bombshell dildo's, they are on the largeish size (of my liking),whereas many that have seen them ,’Nah, they’re too big. Without even giving them a go....Pussies. I don’t really host at mine, just found that when I used to, I trusted one that I hosted, and a few time things went missing... so I’ve lost faith is the trust and good nature of people, hence not hosting. That way I’m not putting myself open to be in those moments. Where abouts are you located in Brisbane these days? I work every second weekend/and the other two are three day weekends off, would be better for us to arrange any wild nights to do it on the weekend I'm not having to work. I also don’t have a motor vehicle, thanks to those A/Holes who broke into my house (while i was sleeping) Stole $15 000:00 worth from inside, and also took both sets of Keys for the car +the Car. The offender where caught seven hours after I'd reported it to Police, Vehicle insurance Paid the loan out for the car, however left me without any funds to replace my car.so depending if you are in a position to host and where your located....We should look into booking Motel/Hotel room for 1/2 nights, and having our play then latter in the session, getting others to join us and, you owning my arse, sharing with other my hole for use...Im rather into having my arse owned and for the owner to use me as he chooses, or he gets other to use me Being a sub, bottom. Date: 16 hours ago at 10:00 Subject: Re: hey Attached: attachment(s) will be available until 06-18-24 20231022_1145541.jpg (6.21 MB) view open/save 20231022_1145541.jpg (6.21 MB) view open/save Hey Steven, you fucking PIGGY SLUT WHORE cunt!!! (I say that in admiration as those are medals of honour and took a lot to earn those names!) I never met you before you came out to Wattle Camp. I have chatted with Ausdan several times but never actually hooked up with him. Well...you and I mate...We are peas in a pod, birds of a feather, hungry as fuck to have our holes turned inside out whilst flying, and poppers being shoved under our noses and told to take 3...no 4 hits...up EACH nostril and to hold the last one...then release...and our slutty man cunts just yield and relax...pussies for sure I have the Doc Johnson American Bombshell Warhead...which I just re-read your profile and see you also own it (see what I mean about 'peas in a pod'????) I love to put it on my fuck machine, and once my manhole is warmed up, punch fuck myself with it at the fastest speed...not for the 'pussies' you mention. Have attached pic of my toys, all except the big black one at the bottom go on the fuck machine. I was at 'Wet Sauna'' a few months ago, and there was this kind of ‘oh aw ah' high pitched kind of noise coming from the cubicle next door and seriously before I realised, I’d said it, I said in a deep voice ‘For fucks sake, take it like a MAN!' My bad Steven? And holy fuck I never had Shane’s mum actually come into that little downstairs room! I did like his home-made fuck machine...went on it on all fours one hookup with him. He lined it all up and got it going with a big toy... I was in pig heaven...almost. I was moaning away, and he says how’s that ...I said 'great...but it could be better'. He says 'How so'...and I immediately say, 'Well you could go behind me, straddle the fuck machine and slide your cock in with it, double fuck me...' without hesitation he was hard and did exactly that...I felt him slide his hard cock into me above the huge toy attached to the machine...but within seconds he pulled out moaning, and said 'Holy fuck, that was so fucking good but I don’t want to cum just yet, that felt amazing!.... it was a great night... Another time as you walked into the room, on the right was an old armchair next to a lamp. He got me to sit in the chair and offer my arm, then slammed me...it hit, and I remember nim turning off the light , and the next thing I remember (3 hours had passed!!!) was the light was on, I was on the other side of the room on all fours and he was fisting me...rapidly... and I heard a voice chanting, and realised it was me...saying 'Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop'... and I was moaning like fuck. As for you not hosting...well... mate I trusted you at my place, and I will bring fuck machine and toys...if you are prepared to return the trust, I gave you, the money we would spend on a motel we could put into more gear. But if you are not comfortable with that, Motel is fine… Am only interested in Long REALLY fried no dramas mutual hole wrecking sessions. I am NOT a thief and expect the same in guys I hook up with.... ALTHOUGH quite happy to STEAL your ability to hold your hole in, and make it hang out of you all loose and sloppy and wrecked... and appreciate the same in return! I too am sick of dirty low life junkies stealing shit from me...it actually gives us dirty piggy slutty junkies a BAD name. For fucks sake, all I’m interested in is wild as fuck piggy intense connected mind-blowing man on man SEX! I also LOVE filming...I enjoy being filmed where the entire time my face AND my hole are 'in shot'... slam, rush hits, and my hole gets worked over, then post it online on my-slam.....Another thing I am keen on, is GIVING a slam while I've got either my fist or a big toy in you, then as you rush really work your hole open...and yes, would love same in return! Also making you snort BIG snorts, 4...no 5...of poppers, holding the last one in until I say 'release’... and you become a wired as fuck slut in heat.... Message me back mate with your thoughts...oh, and check out my story ‘Top Seeks Gay PnP Slave’ online, author name is ‘Ben Dover’…LOL
