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I was in my late-afternoon chemistry class when it happened. One minute I was diligently taking notes, and then the next a bead of sweat dropped onto my notebook smudging the ink. I started to feel warm and a bit light-headed. After ten and a half days, I finally had my moment. I had begun to think it wasn’t going to happen. Hell, a part of me was even relieved that it hadn’t. For a week and a half it was all I could think about. It was all consuming—even taking my sleep away from me. It was day and night after day and night of wondering and anxiety that I had done something unforgivable. Up until that moment, I thought I had successfully dodged it. I even began to convince myself of “never again.” I excused myself from class and stumbled into the men’s restroom. I took the empty stall at the very end of a row of aging, gray partitions—directly under the air conditioning vent. At least that would offer me some relief. Hanging my backpack on the door’s hook, I slumped down onto the toilet with my phone in hand. I leaned my head back against the tiled wall while the overwhelming smell of cleaning products made me nauseous to the point of almost retching. “I’m pregnant,” I texted Darren and then sat the phone down on the plastic toilet paper dispenser. I hadn’t been back to Jackhammers since my...adventure...with Darren in his office. For the first few days after our unplanned and somewhat unhinged romp, we talked every night. I exhibited ample depravity, and our chats always ended in a video call with me jerking off while stuffing something extraordinary into my asshole. And yes, he would have me pretend that it was his cock filling my insides. And yes, he would have me beg for his charged load flowing deep into my bowels. But, as the days drew on, I suppose the weight of what I had actually done began to weigh on me. I began to freak out just a little you might say. The mind-fuck of thinking you were part of “sure thing” by taking three deep loads of vial cum, and that there was no way you were going to get by without becoming positive, was made worse by not getting symptoms of the fuck flu. Each day that passed without getting sick, I began to tell myself that I was lucky. I was in the clear despite literally begging to be bred by Darren’s charged dick—three delicious times. Of course, there was always that chance that I was one of the few that wouldn’t display early symptoms. This too racked my brain with anxiety. But, the further I got from that night in his office, the more I had begun to believe I was going to be okay and that I would never have sex without protection again. The ping of my phone brought me back into reality and out of my mental spiraling for a moment. “Congratulations! I guess that makes me a proud father! Where are you?” Congratulations? Was he kidding? He gave me HIV and was congratulating me? It seemed completely fucked up. “A bathroom stall at school. It just hit me in the middle of class. I had to leave,” I typed. “You said you wished you could feel the moment you would know you got preggers. This is it, boy!” There was a brief pause before a picture of his hard cock appeared on my phone. “I’m so horny right now. Come by the club.” How could he be so horny by me telling him I’m sick? Of course I say that at the same time I feel my own cock getting hard in my jeans. Another ping to my phone. “??? Are you coming?” I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped my sweat-covered face and forehead. “Okay...be there in like 30 minutes.” “What the fuck am I doing?” I mumbled while stuffing the drenched toilet paper between my legs into the toilet. Standing up, I began to wonder if I shouldn’t just go home and directly to bed. Even as I pulled into the club parking lot I was still wondering why I didn’t just drive home. Despite my a/c at full blast, I had soaked though my t-shirt. I felt like absolute death as I typed into my phone, “Here.” “Come in through the back since we’re hours from opening for the night. Lock the door once inside.” “I could still go home,” I told myself even though it felt more like, “Why wasn’t I going home?”. I stumbled between the two parked cars near the rear entrance. One was clearly Darren’s—marked by colorful pride sticker on the bumper. The other was completely foreign to me. Once inside, despite my brain feeling like it was melting, I managed to remember to lock the door. Some ambient music seemed to be playing from the overhead speakers—definitely nothing like the club music we fucked to. I made a quick pit-stop in the public restroom near the bar area and deposited a sizable amount of the contents of my stomach into one of the toilets. I was hoping that may help alleviate my body crying out in misery, but that wasn’t the case. So, I did a quick rinse on my mouth from the sink; wiped more sweat from my brow and made my way towards Darren’s office while holding onto the wall for balance. “I should really be in bed,” I mumbled approaching his door. I could hear two distinct voices behind the door. The non-Darren voice must be the owner of the other car, but who was the unexpected mystery guest? “Well look who’s here!” Darren said with a booming voice as I opened the door and staggered inside. It wasn’t the site I expected to see. Besides a bottomless Darren, a slim and smooth twink was present—flat on his desk and bound exactly as I was. I was immediately jealous. I know...I know...I know you’re going to say, “Did you really think you were the first boy that had been locked up in those cuffs?” In my mind, I know it’s ridiculous to think I was first. But, in my defense, I didn’t expect Darren to already be mounting another boy less than two weeks after we had our...impromptu breeding session. Fuck it. Yes. I was jealous. I guess I wanted my special status to last longer than ten days. “Woah...you look like shit, man,” the twink chimed in. I shot him a look of utter contempt and disdain. “Proud class valedictorian. Liberty High Class of 2005,” I said. “Yeah! That’s me!” he said happy as a pig in a mud pit. “Hard to believe that was only a year ago.” “I’m sorry...what?” Darren interjected completely confused. “The bumper sticker on his car in the parking lot,” I replied while feeling my throat grow ever more sore by the minute. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror above his couch on my right. The twink was begrudgingly right. I did look like shit—pale, sweat-soaked shirt and drenched hair from sweating like a whore in the front pew of church. Ugh...fucking twink. I mean, nothing against twinks, but as a tall, hairy otter, we’re kind of natural enemies in the great competition for cock. So, fuck ‘em I suppose. “Look at me about to fuck a brainiac,” Darren joked. “I was also a valedictorian. I just don’t put it on a bumper sticker on my fucking car,” I managed to get out while coughing. “Like 10 years ago though, right? And were you class president too?” the twink said. Fucking twink. He was only a year or two at max older than me. Fucking 10 years. “So, what the fuck is going on here with him?” I asked blatantly annoyed. “Eric here? I met him online. He was interested in a kinky first time.” “Who are you?” the smart-ass twink inquired. “I’m…” “My son,” Darren interrupted. “Like for real?” the twink responded bewildered. I too was taken back. “Yup,” Darren said turning to me and smiling. My cock sprung to life. Okay. I’ll play along. I walked over to Darren. I could see his bare cock dripping with excitement. I leaned in and Darren immediately began kissing me. His tongue slipped between my lips and teased mine in an erotic dance. I reached down and slid my hand up and down his throbbing shaft several times. As our lips parts, I scooped a helping of pre-cum from his swollen head and slipped my coated fingertips into my mouth. I moaned and sucked gently while savoring the delicious nectar. “Daddy’s cum tastes the best,” I cooed. “Wow!” Eric said. “You two are fucking hot. I wish my dad would play with me.” “Daddy’s a very special gift,” I said smiling while looking at Darren. “How are you feeling, son?” “I think I’ve got the fu…” “Flu?” Darren was quick to interrupt. “Mmmhhh hmmm,” I softly mused while turning to inspect Eric. I ran my fingers down his flat stomach, over his rather small but hard cock and let my my palm come to rest cupping his tight, hairless balls. “Cute,” I said seething with sarcasm. “You should look at his special place,” Darren said putting his hands on my shoulders from behind and pushing me down onto my knees. I was up close to his allegedly virgin pucker. I hated to admit it, and I wouldn’t dare admit it aloud, but it did look pink, smooth and delicious. Leaning in, I pressed the tip if my tongue against his hole. It was my first time eating ass, and I was definitely already enjoying it. Eric was too it seemed. He started to immediately writhe and moan. “Mmmhh that’s a good, son,” Darren moaned while shoving his hard cock near the side of my face. I reached up with my left hand and began stroking him while I continued to bathe Eric’s asshole in my spit. “Is it yummy?” I pressed my tongue into his hole and made a few swirls. “So yummy, Daddy.” Eric was about to have a seizure it seemed with his level or enjoyment. I could feel my own spit pouring out of my mouth and dripping down off my chin. It was like I was salivating eating my favorite meal. It just turned out my favorite new meal was twink ass. Darren turned my head and shoved his cock deep into my throat with one solid thrust. He left it there until my stomach spasmed and my body heaved. I blasted snot and spit out the sides of my mouth while he continued to forcefully hold my head in place. The room started to close in and my vision dim from lack of oxygen. Darren finally pulled out long enough for me to catch one half-breath before shoving his cock right back down my throat. It was at this point he began to throat fuck me complete with me sounding like a duck being murdered. “Ohhh fuck yeah,” I could hear Eric moan. “Fuck his stupid face.” It was then that I knew what I was going to do. My place in this situation would not be supplanted by an insolent twink. Darren was as hard as I could possibly imagine a cock could be when he stopped fucking my already sore throat. I stood up. “I think Eric’s pretty, little asshole is all lubed up thanks to my tongue. I bet he’s just dying to be fucked by you, Daddy.” “Oh god yes!” he squealed with delight. I reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a condom. I held it up and shook it back and forth while it hung still packaged from my fingertips. “Best to be safe for you first time!” I said. “Yes pleased. My parents would...they don’t know I’m…” “Shhh,” I shushed with my finger to my lips. I stood between Eric and Darren and unwrapped the condom. I started to slide it onto his enormous dick. I pushed it further down until the head of his cock broke through the tip. Looking up into Darren’s eyes, “There we go. Just perfect for Eric’s yummy asshole.” Darren smiled back at me. I moved to the side as Darren pushed his manhood into Eric. I was overcome with lust knowing what I had just done. Eric whimpered and begged for Darren to go slow at first, but beast Darren was back in action and paid no attention to the twink’s pleas. It was insanely hot watching Daddy fucking another boy in front of me. It was mind-blowing being subtly directed to eat Eric’s ass in preparation for what was taking place. Eric began to pathetically and annoyingly whimper and bemoan the plight of having Darren’s cock tear his virginal fuck-hole asunder. I looked over at Darren with a look of seething disdain. Eric wasn’t behaving as if he truly appreciated losing his virginity in such a glorious and primal act of carnality. Daddy mirrored my contempt in his expression. Despite feeling mere moments away from passing out, I knew how to take care of this. The last hour of profuse sweating that I had endured had already taken its toll on me and my clothes. As I peeled of my clothes, my shirt and underwear were completely soaked. Leaning over to slip my briefs off my feet, I caught a whiff of my nether region. I was...musky at best and more precisely beyond funky to the point of smelling like a rotting fish on a hot summer day. Tossing my clothes into a pile on Darren’s chair, I climbed onto the desk and straddled Eric reverse cowgirl—allowing my purified scent to envelope his face. “Ugh...you smell ripe,” he complained before resuming his agonizing moans. “I think we’ve had enough of your complaining. You need to be taught your place,” I chided. I pulled my ass apart and leaned back right against Eric’s mouth. I could feel his terrified breaths against my pucker. I could feel the delightful vibrations of his groaning and whimpering. “I think it’s time to repay the favor I gave you, class president,” I taunted while smiling at Darren in front of me. Eric was clearly hesitating so I pressed my entire ass over his mouth and nose. “I’m just not feeling a tongue up my asshole yet. I’m only hearing you whining like a bitch from taking dick like a disrespectful little shit. Get to eating my extra sweaty asshole.” “He’d better if he knows what’s good for him,” Darren said while starting to really pound Eric’s delicate ass. I could feel him twitching below me unable to breathe. He rattled his cuffs to no avail. “I guess he wants to pass out and let us do all sorts of horrible things to him,” I teased. Finally, I felt his tongue against my hole. “Come now...you can do much better than that. Eat with the same desire and hunger that I ate yours.” His tongue pushed inside me and I moaned in delight—the entire time his whimpers from Darren’s deluge of thrusts were transmitted into my own hole. “That’s a good boy,” I praised while lifting my ass up enough he could breathe again. After I bit, I leaned forward and watched Darren’s raw cockhead penetrating Eric over and over. I spit a huge glob of slippery snot and saliva onto Eric’s balls and watched it ooze down towards his protruding asshole. Darren pulled out just in time to catch my goo and push it into Eric’s hole with the head of his dick. “Fuck that was hot,” Darren moaned. My own cock was hard and in need of servicing. Lucky for me I had the perfect hole below me. I leaned back high onto my knees so my balls rested on Eric’s nose. “You did a...serviceable job on my asshole. That means you get to graduate.” I pressed two fingers from each hand into his timid mouth and began to pry it open. Darren watched in awe. He was seeing that I too had a latent beast in me clamoring to get into the light. “Open wide, slut,” I commanded. Eric slowly opened his mouth and I pressed my index and middle fingers from my left hand into his mouth. I pushed them deep into his mouth against his wide, wet tongue. He gagged and began to spit up a little but my fingers stayed in his mouth. “Mmmhhh...that’s a good faggot,” I teased while starting to fuck his mouth with my two fingers—always making sure to go deeper and deeper and elicit plenty of retching and glorious gagging sounds. I mean, fuck, there is something so hot about hearing a slutty, bottom gagging like a whore. Now I knew why tops loved throat-fucking someone. From time to time I would take my fingers out of his mouth. He would start to say something, and I would immediately force my fingers back down his throat while feeling my cock throb each time he’d choke and gurgle. Sometimes I’d add a little flair to the experience by also spitting directly into his gaping maw as my fingers pressed down on his tongue. I was in my own heaven. I finally stopped tormenting him with my fingers. Upon their withdrawal, he immediately gasped, “Please…” “Please? Sure! I hear you loud and clear.” I leaned forward onto all fours and pushed my cock into his mouth and started humping his face as hard as Darren was fucking his ass. We were in unison with every mutual stroke. Darren put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it down towards Eric’s humble but hard cock. I didn’t really want to give Eric the satisfaction of his cocklet in my mouth after his previous verbal digs, but Daddy was the one in charge and I gobbled up his smooth dick. Again, I wouldn’t admit it aloud to anyone in the room, but his dick did taste just as delicious as his asshole. Regardless of this, I wasn’t going to let up my assault on his throat, and I damn sure wasn’t going to be making him cum. And if by some miracle his did squirt his pathetic spunk into my mouth, I’d be immediately spitting it into his own mouth for recycling. Someone has to think of the environment! “Mmmhhh that’s fucking sexy,” Darren moaned. “My son playing with my new toy...mmmh yeah. Daddy is so close to cumming.” I could already tell he was about to secretly explode deep in Eric’s guts. Daddy finally let out a beastly roar and kept his dick deep in my enemy’s hole. I watched with my mouth full of cock as Daddy’s balls spasmed—ushering his toxic seed along its path into Eric’s bowels. “Stupid, asshole twink,” I thought to myself as my own cock was close to climaxing. Darren pulled out and I could see some drops of cum beginning to build up on the tip of his dick. I quickly hopped off of Eric and re-positioned myself between him and Daddy. I place my hardon below his so his seed dripped onto the head of my cock. It felt other-worldly. “Can I fuck him too, Daddy? Pleeease?” I moaned with a smile. “But it’s your first time fucking. Daddy has to teach you how to do it correctly,” he smiled back. He milked his cock so that even more charged cum covered my own. Placing his hands on my hips, he pushed me forward so that my gooey head pushed on Eric’s pulsating asshole. Eric moaned wildly—completely oblivious to our clandestine debauchery. “Now you just push forward like this,” Darren said while cupping my ass with his hands and driving me forward. My cum-covered cock slipped inside Eric with minimal effort. Feeling his warm, wet, freshly-fucked asshole enveloping my cock made my balls tighten and my mind race. These novel sensations were completely unexpected. I was suddenly delirious with lust. I knew that my own seed wasn’t going to convert Eric, but there was a new part of me that caused me to suddenly feel that I should fuck my load into a pure, unspoiled bottom’s insides. Once a self-professed power-bottom, the fuck-flu had unleashed a hidden part of me that I never would have suspected existed. I could feel the weight of Darren’s semi-hard cock against my own ass. I reveled in the sensation of little drips of hismcum running down in-between my cheeks. He moved his hands back to my hips and began pulling me back and forth. And while my cock was nowhere near the girth of Darren’s, I still had a nicely-shaped mushroom tip that loved to pop in and out of Eric’s achingly raw asshole. My manhood was enough to still make the snotty valedictorian whimper and whine each time I stuffed my own manhood deep into his unsuspecting and abused bottom. Watching his insides start to come out with each thrust became a visual obsession. I wanted to fuck him harder and harder until I broke him and felt my own cum coursing out of my meat and into his guts. Daddy slid his hand off my hips and up and under my arms. He pinched and twisted my sensitive nipples while I ruthlessly pounded away at this living fleshlight. Leaning over my shoulder, he whispered into my right ear, “Fuck your poz load into this little faggot.” I grunted and moaned as sweat continued to drench my body. My fever felt like it was cooking my brain. “Daddy is so proud of you. We’re going to charge up so many bottoms together when I’m not busy having yours whored out to every diseased cock in town. Cum in him...now..” “Fuuucckk!!!” I yelled out. It felt like my entire body was seizing up the moment as I unleashed my first load as a breeding top. Darren’s hands immediately went back to cupping my ass. He firmly held me in placed as I felt the spurts of cum travel down my shaft and into Eric’s busted hole. “Ohhhh god,” I moaned as my cock began to retract. “Good boy, son,” Darren whispered into my ear. After my cock slipped out of Eric, I rushed into Darren’s private bathroom. I looked at my drained and exhausted face in the mirror. “You’re poz now,” I whispered to my sickly reflection. My head was spinning out of control, and I was mentally unable to really process what was happening. All I knew was that I became a different person that afternoon. Treating Eric like a disposable object was exhilarating. I loved being on the other side of the equation for the first time. I turned the cold water on and grabbed a washcloth. I wiped my sweaty face clean—the cool water bringing some relief to my raging fever. I poked around in the cabinet for Advil, but it all seemed rather pointless knowing that I didn’t have a regular cold or seasonal flu. This was different. This was a sign of something permanent. Returning from the bathroom, I saw that Eric was already gone. Darren was standing there stroking his hard cock. “There’s my surprise of a lifetime,” he said. “Come,” he added with outstretched arms. What I took for an impending hug as I drew closer turned out to Daddy grabbing me and bending me over his desk. As he kicked apart my feet with his own he remarked, “You look fucking hot with my fuck-flu.” He spread my cheeks and pushed his engorged member against my hole before spitting. “I’ve been jerking off nightly thinking about you begging me to poz you that night. It’s all I’ve been able to think about really,” he said while forcing his dick inside me. “Ohhhh god,” I moaned while white-knuckling the edges of his desk. “And how you were with Eric,” he grunted while digging this fingering into my fleshy hips. “Eating his ass...making him eat yours...having me stealth him…” I was reliving every nuance and feeling as he spoke. “Mmmmhh were your surprised?” “I hadn’t for sure planned on pumping his preppy ass full. You made that happen. You had me fuck a charged load into him.” “Mmmhhh it felt so good to be so bad, Daddy.” “And the best surprise of all...my total slut-bottom boy wanting to fuck his first fuck-flu load into someone. That little bit of magic is why you’re getting another load from Daddy right now.” “Mmhhh yessss,” I cooed as the desk rattled like it was being shaken apart bolt by bolt. “And just so we’re clear, I don’t care how sick you feel. You are mine. This body is mine. This hole is mine.” He palmed the top of my head with his right hand and bent it backwards. “This brain...every thought...every desire or wish...all mine.” “Oohh god,” I moaned somewhere between nirvana and hell. “Do you understand, son?” “Yes…” “Tell me then…” “I belong completely to you, Daddy. I’ll become and do everything you desire.” He let go of my head as he buried his balls up against my hole and pumped me full of my first load in almost two weeks. “Fill me up...pleeeease,” I said with my body depleted and collapsed onto the desk. “Every day...do you understand? You’re going to be bred every day by at least me. You’re quitting school and moving into my place tomorrow where you will be branded and live a new life as my personal plaything. Is that understood?” “Mmmmh yes,” I immediately replied in a foggy state of perverted bliss. “When?” “Tomorrow, Daddy,” I whispered half-asleep bent over his desk and filled with seed. My mind was awash in vague thoughts about starting a new life with Darren. I could see the innumerable shadows of the men that would be breeding me without compassion or regard for my well-being. I could also see all the naive bottoms that I would get to violate and impregnate with my own viral deposits. “That’s a good, slut,” he said as he pulled out of me. He helped me to my feet and plopped me down on his couch. “You can sleep here tonight. Tomorrow your life belongs to me.” As he tossed a light throw over my naked body, I slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep realizing that when I awoke, everything would be forever changed.
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Hour by Hour 3--Fuck Party at Zane's
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—April, 2022 This picks up right where part two left off... The seal of Zane’s ass cheeks is tight. I can’t breathe—and I don’t want to, I just want the cum dripping out of his ass to never stop… I lick his hole and swallow. It’s not a huge load, but enough to make me want even more. Zane moves and I gasp for air. He moves around to kiss me—and taste the load—before he excuses himself to go check on the guests downstairs. I go on a house tour. Upstairs on the third floor, the sling is busy. There is a dog pile of naked men on the bed where I took my nap. I go down a flight. There is no room on the bed in the guest room. I fuck the one bottom who does not currently have a top. Continuing my tour, a fisting couple has taken over the bed in the master bedroom. Going down to the main floor, there is lots of oral taking place away from the food and drinks tables. I continue down to the darker basement. The place is packed. The two slings are busy, as are the beds and the couch. Again, I slide into a man on all fours who is between partners in the mass rutting taking place on the double bed. He feels good, wet and very warm. It’s kind of hot that he doesn’t even turn his head to see who is fucking him now… Hour Three I find myself back in the master bedroom. The fisters have moved to one side to make room for two couples to play. I move closer to see if they need another dick as a young blond boy stops me. “Zane sent me to find the guy in chaps.” “That’s me…” “I have two loads in my ass. Zane told me you’d like to eat them out.” I don’t answer; I just lead him to the rimseat. “Zane gave me one of them,” Blond Boy tells me as I crawl under the seat. He sits, tentatively. “First time on a rimseat? Just relax.” I dig in. The kid’s hairless ass is a fun change. My tongue goes deep into him. He groans—a mix of pleasure and surprise. “No one has ever,” he stops and groans again, “eaten me out like that.” My cock swells and I re-double my efforts. Blond Boy is already beginning to drip the two loads into my mouth. I clamp my lips around his slightly swollen ass lips and suck. The sperm flow increases. So much, I need to swallow quickly. I don’t get much more, but I keep trying. I hear the poppers open and the kid is now flying. I also feel someone straddling my chest who, from the sloppy wet sounds, must be feeding BB his dick. A moment later I feel someone batting my hand away from my cock and sucking me. I always love this moment—the anonymity of who is pleasuring my cock. Whoever it is has pulled his mouth off me and is sitting down on my super wet dick. When he has taken all of me, I feel the familiar hairy butt of Zane. I think. I can’t be sure. I am concentrating on the furless butt above, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into Blond Boy. The guy who is feeding Blond Boy moves away. The guy on my dick, (is it Zane? Now I don’t think so…) is riding me faster and faster. Blond Boy groans again as another popper round hits. I feel him leaning slightly forward—is he passing the bottle to the guy on my dick? Both men are groaning as the poppers take them to new heights. I keep eating—concentrating on the hole above me, and not letting the guy on my dick get my load. At least not yet. “We should switch.” So it is Zane. Blond Boy stands up, a little tentatively. Light streams in making me blink. The guys change over. Zane sits. His hole is wet and juicy and flavored with my precum. I lick up into him repeatedly. He groans just as Blond Boy impales himself. Shit, that kid is tight—even after all my tongue work. He sits all the way down. Poppers happen and he is very vocal about my cock, how full he feels and how much he loves it…on and on. A pair of combat boots is astride my chest and feeding a cock to Zane. This makes Zane’s hole tighten. I work harder to keep his freshly fucked hole loose. He chokes on the cock in his mouth, which makes his hole spasm. I get a dollop of cum/precum/ass jizz on my tongue as a result. I swallow greedily and keep licking. Blond Boy pulls off my cock. Someone else sits down on me, letting his ass get used to me. After a moment, the new guy starts riding. The boots move to one side, and Zane signals he’s getting up. He stands, bent over above me, supporting himself on the dresser behind us. Boots is there—a big, rugged ex-army top—with who I’ve fucked next to and traded ass a number of times tonight. He pushes his seven incher into Zane. I watch as Zane takes it—repeatedly. “Let him taste that,” says Combat Boots as he pulls out of Zane. Zane sits—and I revel in his freshly fucked hole. I can hear him orally clean up the dick that just fucked him. “Take a hit,” says Combat Boots. Zane complies—and his hole flowers open as the poppers hit. I lick up his ass juices, while he squirms above me. “I gotta get up.” Zane stands, a little shakily. He is supported by the burly Combat Boots. I finally notice the hot Asian riding my cock. I grin at him—and he gets up, too, to stretch his legs. Zane reaches down to lift the seat for me. “Don’t do that,” says Combat Boots. “You lick top ass, too?” Without waiting for a reply, this hulking, hairy man sits on the rimseat. “Now eat me out, dude…” My only slightly weary tongue finds his tight, hairy pucker… One more installment still to come... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour 3--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 7, 2022. -
Jackson—February, 2022 This picks up immediately after the previous post: I sit back down and stroke for a bit. A few men come in to look, but not play. The next one in is around my age. He’s of medium height, with sparse grey hair. He looks at me—and begins to strip. Every article of clothing is taken off but his socks. He folds them carefully and stows them under his chair. His t-shirt is left on the seat for him to sit on. His body has definitely gone soft, plus likely some Covid weight. His cock is plumped, but not hard. I take it all in, but I can’t take my eyes off his nipples. They are huge. Erect. And pointing right at me. He sits down, and rather listlessly strokes his dick. Finally he looks at me—“Would you let me suck that magnificent piece of meat?” I stand and walk over. He reaches up, holding my cock at the base, just looking at it for a moment. Then he guides me between his lips while his hands go to working his nipples. He’s good. I like to use men’s mouths my age or older. Most of them have decades of technique. This guy is good—but not quite as good as I hoped. I knock his hand away from the closest nipple and twist it myself. He grunts. And I swear his sucking improves. I get the other one in my other hand and tweak it. “You can do that as hard as you want,” he tells me, coming up for air. I was pretty sure of that, but it’s always good to know. I twist and squeeze. He sucks. His cock stands up all on its own. I let go of one nipple and grab the back of his head. I start to fuck his face. What thumbnail I have is grinding into the swollen flesh of his nipple. He is whimpering around my cock. In a good way. Suddenly he pulls off me. I wonder if he’s shot. His cock is soft again and oozing, but no other load is evident. He thanks me—and moves to get dressed. I sit back down. I love watching his face as the T-shirt goes on and the fabric rubs those over stimulated giant cones on his chest… * I wander—but come right back to my alcove and chair. I have managed to catch the eye of a tall, handsome man somewhere in his 40’s. I sit down—and in moments he comes in, too. I get out my cock. “That’s even bigger than I thought you’d have…” he says softly. “May I?” I nod. He unzips himself as he kneels. “It’s always the tall, skinny guys with the big dicks…” I can’t disagree. His mouth connects with my cock. He is fabulous. I thought that bearded guy from the last trip here was great—but this man could give him lessons. His mouth is wet. I sigh. Active. With a great tongue. He teases my piss slit and I moan. There is just the right amount of suction. I actually reach down and unobtrusively twist my balls—so I don’t shoot. He pulls off my cock and, without direction, starts licking my swollen, hairy orbs. It’s his turn to groan. He stops long enough to say “You’ve been busy—I love the taste of ‘em.” He goes right back to nuzzling them. Licking them and only then, pulling them one at a time into his mouth. Tonguing every wrinkled inch of them. “Let me fuck your mouth.” I stand up—and the hot man takes my place in the chair. I begin slowly, but when I can see he can take me deep with each stroke, I give it to him. All of it. His cock has come out. He is now beating it as I thrust into him. We change back up—me in the chair and him between my splayed legs. He’s taking me deeper now all on his own. I close my eyes. I think I may be giving him a load soon. Suddenly my face is slapped with a very hard cock. I turn and it’s the Marathoner. He feeds me his dick with a grin. The angle is terrible for me to do much—and made worse by the thickness of his cock. Handsome man seems to love that I have a dick in my mouth—and seems to have no interest in sharing it with me. He’s quite content with mine. The Marathoner pulls out of me abruptly. He turns and grinds his ass into my face. My tongue easily finds his hole. I work him open until my tongue is poking deeply into his once tight pucker. Handsome man seems to love this—he is working faster and faster on me. And suddenly I know why. He stands up, I turn and he feeds me his dick just in time to shoot a massive load. I swallow and I still can’t help but let some run out of my mouth and into my beard. The Marathoner pulls up his pants and leaves the room. (He won’t want a mouth full of cum licking his hole.) Mr. Handsome pulls me up out of the chair and kisses me, licking some of his seed out of my beard. It’s a hot intimate moment—tuning out the blaring porn and the other men milling around. “See you around,” he tells me as he does up his pants, after seeing his cock has been cleaned so well, there are no last drops of cum. “I want you again.” But so in the five weeks since, I have never seen him… One more installment to come/cum…in a willing ass. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Saturday Two: "Even Bigger Than I Thought..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 15, 2022
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Hey guys. Sorry for the long build-up and scene setting...the good stuff will start soon. ____________________________________________________ Chapter 1 I woke slowly, sluggishly, not sure where I was. I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t seem to make my limbs obey. I had an itch on my forehead but even though it stung, I couldn’t move either arm to scratch. It took me another minute to realize that I was tied down, my arms held in place with what felt like velvet ropes. First reaction: panic! I opened my eyes and panicked further. I was naked and my skin tingled; as my vision cleared, I realized that most of my body hair had been removed and that my butt hole felt sore. I was restrained on some kind of platform covered with black velvet: my arms were held out from my sides; my legs were free, but there were stirrups like an examination table at a doctor’s office. It was a little chilly, as if I were in a basement room, though I was covered with a shiny black satin sheet that was embroidered in gold. I craned my neck, but couldn’t really see it; it was some kind of symbol. I could just make out a crescent shape on one side superimposed over a circle and what looked like some kind of insect superimposed. My neck started to feel the strain, so I let it drop back onto the platform. The floor of the room looked to be thickly carpeted, and the walls were covered with heavy looking tapestries that showed guys having sex. In front of the tapestries were a couple rows of wooden pews. There didn’t appear to be a door, at least not that I could see, and definitely no windows. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? The tapestries gave me a good idea of what was coming, no pun intended. I tried to piece together my memories…maybe I’d be able to figure a way out of here? I was a freshman in college, and had been invited to a Friday night party by a guy I’d met during orientation, a knockout upperclassman: tall, lean and muscular with dark hair and eyes that contrasted with his pale skin, reminding me of the actor who played the vampire in that British TV series. He introduced himself as Mike, said that he represented the newest fraternity on campus (Alpha Iota Delta Sigma), and that he thought I was a perfect candidate to pledge with them. I told him I didn’t think of myself as “Greek life” material and had no intention of joining up, but he said he really wanted me to come, and gave my arm a friendly squeeze. What the hell, I figured; I could get a free drink and didn’t have to join, but I’d be happy to hang with Mike, especially since it seemed like he was interested. The last thing I remembered was lying on his bed, drinking some wine he’d insisted on giving me even though I’d asked for a Diet Coke. Then, it got increasingly fuzzy. Idiot, I thought. He drugged me, but I couldn’t understand why. He already had me in his bed, had quizzed me about my sexual experiences in high school, eliciting the information that I’d never been fucked in the ass and wasn't sure I wanted to. But I’d been ready to do whatever he wanted. And that was when he'd pressed the glass of wine on me, telling me to drink up, that I needed to relax. Idiot, I chastised myself again. I had absolutely no idea how long I’d been in this room, trussed up and ready for…I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it. Maybe this was just some kind of weird hazing routine? But I didn’t recall saying that I’d pledge, so how could I be getting hazed already? Was there such a thing as pre-hazing? I heard a sound behind me – a door opening? – and there was a slight draft that cut off abruptly. Mike appeared wearing only a loincloth, having discarded his t-shirt and jeans. His body was beautifully cut and sculpted, with six-pack abs, perfectly symmetrical pecs and well-developed biceps. I could see the outline of his large dick tenting the thin, gauzy loin cloth, and I gulped and licked my lips. It must have been nerves that made me blurt out: “Okay, very funny. Now will you untie me and let me out of here?” Mike said, “Sorry, can’t do that.” “But why? We were in your bed, it wasn’t like I was fighting you off.” He grinned, “Yeah, you got me hot,” he said looking down. Then he stepped up on the velvet platform, and took my legs over his shoulders. “I wish I could have dicked you right then, but there are rules and regulations and rituals that have to be observed in this fraternity. It’s unique.” Judging by my circumstances, that seemed accurate. “What kind of ritual?” I asked nervously. “It’s your initiation,” he answered. “But I didn’t even agree to join!” I exclaimed. “Huh. So you were just after my body?” he said, with a mocking smile. I didn’t have any answer to that. It was true. I’d wanted to get laid…and that’s how I’d ended up here. “Just relax,” he said, rubbing against me, a little precum staining his loincloth. “I’ll be with you the whole time. Just concentrate on me.” A gong sounded. I looked around, afraid of what it meant. “Gotta get a grip,” he said, reluctantly pulling away and standing to my right at my feet. “They’re coming.” “Who?” I asked, trying to remain calm. I felt the door open and heard voices chanting and bells ringing and smelled the heavy perfume of incense. “Ave libidinem” chanted a basso voice. “Hail to lust,” answered a chorus of male voices. “Fratres, in cupiditate” chanted the bass voice again. “Brothers in lust,” the chorus answered. As the room filled with guys they continued their antiphonal chant. Leading them was an older man: massive, muscular, with a shaved head, wearing a black robe that fell open as he walked, revealing the same kind loincloth that Mike wore. Following him, I thought I recognized others from the party. One guy swung an incense box that was smoking, others shook bells. They filed into the pews and turned to face me, then grew silent. Their leader stepped up on the platform where I was bound, circling around to stand at my head. I got a good look up his loincloth – I assumed that was the point of that maneuver – and could see that he had a hairy body and an immense, pierced dick. Ouch! was all I could think. Oh, God, was that part of the initiation? I shuddered, and then realized that I hadn’t felt any “jewelry” when Mike was humping my butt. I breathed thanks for small favors, proving just how dire my situation was. The guys assembled were a range of body types and races. So they believe in diversity, that’s good. I was grasping at straws, trying to distract myself from speculating on what was coming. All were dressed like Mike: white gauze loincloths that revealed more than they hid. I was tied up, naked and helpless in a room full of barely dressed men. I had a feeling my ass wasn’t going to be virgin after this night.
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Farewell to Palm Springs
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Palm Springs—September, 2021 I was flying out at an ungodly time on Tuesday morning. Monday was going to be spent exploring Joshua Tree National Park. That left Sunday to be the last day of sex. Jay and I decided to return to the gay resort that might as well be an outdoor bathhouse right down the hill from his house... We arrive around 11 am, with our packed lunches for later. We set up under an awning with a view of the pool. The crowd is thinner than Wednesday…but we are thinking that there will be a lot of men who were here for the weekend checking out—and will want to get off one more time before going home. We go cruising. The porn viewing area has a couple of men. We go to the air conditioned sling room. A few men are stroking to porn here, too. Jay hops up on the exam table. He’s on his back, legs high and spread. I kneel and eat his hole. In moments he has a man in his mouth. That is my cue to stand up and fuck him. I work him open with slow, insistent strokes. I invite the man in his mouth to fuck him. He is handsome, just a shade younger than me and with a series of exquisite tattoos on his chest and thigh. He grins and comes down. He has a long, thin dick with a large PA. I make room and he sinks into Jay. He fucks him hard and fast. The moment he pulls out, Jay rolls off the table and cleans his cock. “Will you fuck me?” asks PA guy. I agree and he crosses the room and gets in the sling. Jay moves to the side to play with his nipples as I lick PA Guy’s hole. He has had a busy weekend. His hole is puffy—though seemingly not used this morning. I spend a lot of time sucking, spitting and rubbing my beard around his ass as he groans his appreciation. I stand up and insert. He is one of those men who know how to use his hole. He squeezes at just the right moments of my insertion. I fuck him slowly. He is getting wetter and wetter with each stroke of my hard dick. I build to a faster pace. I am now really fucking him with all my strength. His cock is rock hard. I love watching the PA jiggle with each thrust. I stop suddenly. I pull out—I just have to taste his over juiced ass. I go to my knees and push my face between his spread cheeks. His ass jizz puddles on my tongue. I swallow most it—and stick some of it back into his hole for the round two fuck. I rise—and slide into him. He grunts. Jay twists his nipple and occasionally bends to lick up the pre-cum drooling out of the man’s sizable cock. I only stop fucking him when he finally asks for a break. I do one more clean-up of his hole with my tongue before I help him out of the sling. Jay loves the guy’s ass juices one my throbbing cock… * The resort was to have sponsored a fisting event this weekend. It has been cancelled as an event, but there are many men here who came to the resort anyway. I find one I talked to online in his room. I spend a happy 45 minutes working his wide open hole until he has to get to the airport. * I fuck a guy in the barracks sling. I suck some cock there, too. And let many men do mine. It’s hot. I head back to the air conditioned porn room. I sit in a low chair under one of the screens. Almost instantly I have an older man in my mouth. A younger guy crawls between both sets of our legs, knocks my hand off my dick and sucks me. We go on like this—and attract more men of every description. Other spectators begin sucking the man next to them. A new man gives me his cock when the first man pulls out of my mouth. No one seems to be trying to get off. There are now ten of us giving or getting head. Partners keep changing. There is yet another new man in my mouth and a new guy is on my cock as the young one is now sucking off another daddy to my right. We keep changing dicks—some going from the fellated to dropping to their knees. We are a Bosch painting come to life. And without any visible reason, the men begin to disappear and within a minute, I am the only one in the shed… * “I’ve been looking for you.” It’s the leg tatted, PA guy. “Will you fuck me until I shoot? I need to get out of here.” We go back to the porn shed with the sling. I spend even more time eating his ass. I can tell he has found another top this afternoon. I savor the man’s seed he left behind in this muscular ass. I stand up—and indicate my mouth is full. He nods…and I slowly drool some of the stranger’s cum into PA Guy’s mouth. He savors it, swallows and we kiss. My cock is in his ass crack as we squirm together. I reach down and it is an easy insertion—barely breaking the kiss. We tongue fuck each other’s mouths as my cockhead swells and drools. I straighten up and begin the fuck. Slow and easy. He jerks his cock. I spit on it—and give him a dollop of lube from the tiny bottle in my jock. His eyes roll up into his head as I pick up the tempo. I can tell he’s close. And, remarkably, so am I. I pause a moment to eat his ass one more time. A kiss. We relish the taste of the ass jizz and cum still clinging to tongue. We are both on the edge. He blasts first—and the spasms of his ass squeeze me until I erupt and replace all the sperm I have eaten out of him… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Farewell to Palm Springs (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 13, 2021 -
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This was salvaged from bugshare.net, from the 'Strictly Stories' section. ****************************************************************** It's all an internet invention, this bug chasing thing. The creation of fetishists. The hysterical reaction to the fear of HIV. Well, that's how it started for me. Harmless fantasizing. Posting messages on bareback sites, posting nude pics in my bareback profile. I'd get fucked raw, sure, but not take any loads. Then I met Gary, a fellow neg sex pig into all kinds of kink, including ws and fisting. I have really small hands and he noticed them at a sex party once and said they're perfect for fisting. We were partying pretty heavily and we got to playing and at some point I went from sucking his dick and rimming him to fingering him to being coached into inserting my whole hand into him by an older, experienced leather top guy who often played with him. "You ain't gonna hurt him. He loves it," the top told me. It was like our bonding experience. We started meeting up all the time and going to the baths together and picking up tops who wanted to get served by two slutty bottims at once. We shared all of our secret fantasies with each other and of course the attraction to POZ tops came up and the fact that we were both lurkers on bareback conversion sites. We started daring eachother to go further and further in our exploits. "I know a POZ guy 've been fucking around with for a long time. His t-cells dropped below a certain level once, and even now that he's better he's officially got AIDS. We should play with him," Gary told me one day. I said sure, that's way hot, let's do it. We had often agreed that the hottest guys are POZ and drooled over their profiles. Gary called his friend and arranged for us to get together a couple days later. We got piggy while servicing guys together before at the baths and at the park, like telling eachother to "really get that tongue up his ass," congratulating each other on how far we had gone. I knew this visit to his friend would be the ultimate dare, the final push. The guy's name was Ted. I had seen him around before, but we never messed around. "Gary told me all about you. Says you really like POZ guys." "Well, yeah, they're the hottest." So Gary talked about our innocent fantasies to him? We had the usual beers, weed, started getting down to action, both of us sucking his dick, then Gary sucking him as I rimmed him. The time came to fuck, and Gary started urging me to go ahead and let him fuck me. I normally took it raw as long as the guy pulled out, but as Gary was greasing up my hole with vaseline, he was telling me,"Take that fucking load, man. Fucking hot. Just go ahead and take it." He held poppers under Ted's and my nose. I was so horned up. Gary was sucking my dick as I got fucked and I was in pig heaven. Tod started fucking me deeper and harder, breathing louder. "Ah, fuck. Take my load, man," Ted said as he came. Gary was kissing me at that point, saying,"Take that fuckin' POZ load," and calling me every filthy name he could think of. "Fuckin' bug chaser. Fuckin' AIDS whore. I was jacked off to my last safe orgasm by Ted, who kept saying "There you go. Now you got it in you, Buddy." That fucking changed me forever. It just let me see how easy it was to take a POZ load. The next time was easier, and eventually I got Gary to take POZ loads, too. We were officially bareback bottom bug chasers.It made us the most popular guests at the sex parties. I ended up getting hepatitis, and that's when my blood tests showed I had sero-converted. I was strangely turned on, although too sick with hep to go out and celebrate. I had become known as the guy who would rim anyone; it had become my favorite sexual activity with strangers. That's probably how I got it. Gary got tested, and he learned he was POZ as well. Now we're the "two POZ bareback twinks" at all the parties. I take every and all loads. POZ and proud.
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The second part of my real experiences that came about because of my work in real estate – to be fair, this doesn’t happen OFTEN, but being a realtor has afforded me a number of unexpected chances to play - even more frequently than my OTHER career, performing. So here's a few more of the hotter sessions that started out as "just work". RENOVATION CHEMMING. A number of times, bumping into the workmen who are doing a renovation at one of my listings has turned into a hot scene in hot surroundings. One of the first of these involved a colleague named Kevin who was a “flipper” of condos along a stretch of the “Gold Coast” in Jersey, from Fort Lee to Hoboken. This guy had me coming to meet him at his latest purchase in a tower building facing Manhattan. Now, I did know he was gay prior to heading down there, but wasn’t aware he was a real player. I arrived earlier than expected, but since he’d said he’d be there with the workmen “all day” I didn’t think much of it. I didn’t have the front desk call up to let them know I was there because I knew the unit number already. So when I arrived it was a bit too soon and Kevin was not quite prepared when I arrived. I tapped on the unit door, and apparently, one of the workers thought I was there for something else as he peeked around the doorframe. It was obvious he was not wearing much if anything. He winked and gestured me to come in. Kind of an honest mistake, as I WAS wearing a leather motorcycle jacket, jeans, and engineer boots, but I do that a lot in Fall and Spring in the NYC metro area – it’s an accepted enough look, especially when heading to a construction project! I looked around and raised my brow and smiled, which was when Kevin noticed me, and whispered “Diego, that’s my REALTOR”. What began to ensue was a certain amount of panic – trying to turn off porn, find clothes, put away incriminating items… I felt bad I interrupted, and was honestly a bit envious, so I pointed to a bong that was poorly hidden behind a chair and mentioned that “if that’s Miss T you’ve got in there, I’ve had a hell of a morning and I could use a hit.” Well, THAT certainly slowed down the panic, and worried looks changed to smiles and laughs. Kevin looked at me and said “Didn’t you get my text?” I shook my head “no”, looked at my phone and shook my head again. One of the other guys held up a cellphone and said “Yo, Bossman, you forgot to hit SEND…” all the while busting out laughing. Kevin looked abashed and started to stammer, until the same guy said, “look at his jeans man, he’s into it, no harm…” “I’m sorry,” Kevin began. “I meant to send a text asking you to come late afternoon”. it was now barely 10:30. “You’re really cool with this?” he asked. I laughed and looked around. “Of course I am, especially if I’m allowed to join in” I replied, then asked, “That cool with you guys?” Kevin looked amazingly relieved, and then looked me over again, appreciatively. “Hell yeah, get naked.” I said I would but wanted to run out to my car and get my play bag that I always keep in the trunk. I was back as fast as humanly possible, perhaps faster, and started a quick strip. As I pulled out my leather harnesses, metal cockring and such, the talkative guy, Lonzo, said to Kevin, “oh yeah, he’s into it… looks like he’s TOTALLY into it!” The bong was brought my way, and a torch applied. I breathed in slowly but for a long, long draw and finally let out a huge cloud. It was GOOD stuff too. For me to feel that much on one hit proved that. I was encouraged to take a good number of hits while the guys appeared to be starting to get back into the activities I had interrupted so unexpectedly! Kevin beckoned me to follow him as I looked from side to side at the construction project well underway all over the unit – with tarps and sawhorses and some exposed framing here and there, it was actually a damn good and hot play space. “What a great space and what a nice way to do business,” I said to him. “I wish every new client-meet turned out this way. And damn, your stuff is REALLY good. I’m half-way there already.” Kevin agreed that it was very good product, and that he got only “the best” for his workers, it kept them loyal and coming back to work for him over and over. I imagined that it would. He led me to the bathroom, which was by far the most renovated in the entire place, and had a huge shower already hooked up with a sure-shot. “I don’t know whether you’re top, bottom or between,” he said, “but everyone’s ass gets played with in our groups, so please clean out. Here’s a dick pill and a pipe and torch to help out, that cool?” I told him it was and that I was versatile, and pleased about that rule, and set about getting ready. As he was about to leave, he said, “oh, and if you’re into it, don’t waste piss in the toilet, we have a few watersports fans…” I assured him I would and got down to business getting ready. Fortunately, it was a quick cleanup, a brief rinse under the shower, and drying off I opened the door. I put my leather on, put my package through my favorite metal cockring, took the pipe and torch and headed back out. At Kevin’s suggestion I put my boots back on, just like all of them. When I got to the living room area, the guys were kicked back, kindly waiting on me to really start going at it again. There were two large laptops running bareback porn, and lube, poppers, Max Impact, and some bongs and other paraphernalia in view. I looked around the room; Kevin was a white guy with dark hair and handsome face, lightly hairy average body with a little middle age spread, and partly hard cock that was not particularly large or thick, but his ass was a work of art. Lonzo was the only one apparently taller than me – either Italian or Hispanic, big chest and arms, great legs, big weapon swinging below a hairy torso with a slight beer belly, and a beefy butt. Diego, the kid who answered the door, was young, Hispanic, smooth pretty much all over, thin but wiry body about 5’6”, nice cock for his size and adorable little ass. An Irish guy - and I mean FROM Ireland - just shy of my height, incredibly pale, muscular, tatted, several piercings, low hangers below a normal size dong was sporting a shaved all over skinhead look that was pretty hot. And finally, another guy from Eastern Europe – scary hot green eyes, hot daddy soccer player type, lightly furred with a thick cock. This looked better and better. “Pull some clouds, dude” said the Irish guy handing me an even bigger and more intricate water bong. I started to melt the contents of the bowl while I said: “You saw my cloud earlier guys, I’m a singer too, so I have huge lungs… if anyone likes shotgunning, I’m good at it.” Several of the guys took me up on that, so I got to lock lips a bit with most of them including my host. We were all stroking our cocks – and others – getting our motors running for some great partysex – or in their case, a continuation of it! Little shots of G were handed out, while mouths found cocks and nips, and I took advantage of Lonzo leaning over while he put down the tray of shot glasses, and sunk my tongue into his hairy hole. He wiggled a bit back my way and I started to go to town on his beefy butt, causing my cock to start to plump up, but not get fully hard as the blue pill hadn’t quite kicked in yet. “Hold up just a minute and you can go back to that anytime,” he said, as he called us all over to take our shots. When I do it I always have to take a couple of good rips on the pipe to make sure I keep a “healthy balance” between my two letters of the alphabet. Diego took that opportunity to start sucking my rod, and started bringing my soldier to attention. “Right,” said the Irish guy, brandishing a long needless syringe like a thinner turkey baster, “if you want to be fully part of the crew, you gotta’ get initiated. Bend over the scaffold.” There was a sturdy looking paint scaffold – thick planks secured to several sawhorses with some tarp covering at just about waist height. I bent over leaning my elbows on the thing, and presented my butt. Diego scooted under me and resumed work on my cock, while the Irishman crouched behind me and stuck his tongue up my hairy hole to loosen me up for a booty bump. Ever get rimmed by someone with a tongue piercing? It’s awesome, and not only did this guy have one but he knew how to use it too… fuck, he was good! I moaned at the two oral assaults, wishing I had somewhere to put my mouth and tongue. Then I felt the cylinder of magic pressed into my hole and the bump was pressed into my hole. “Clench” I heard from behind me and did so while the guy ran his tongue and piercing and lips all around my cheeks and taint and the back of my balls, while Diego continued his magic on my cock. “Boss, could you get me ready”, said the hot skinhead behind me, as he followed with “unclench” and dove tongue first into my now relaxed hole. I saw my client/host/new fuckbuddy Kevin get on his knees and start sucking that pale cock while its owner went to town on my pulsing bud. The G, the booty bump and dick pill all seemed to kick in at once, and I was feeling amazing. Through my legs I could see Lonzo and the Euro guy had stopped 69ing and came over to watch, dropping a bottle of poppers and a Max Impact spray and cloth in front of me on the scaffold. “Take a quick hit before he nails you,” was whispered in my ear. I sprayed the cloth and started to suck it in, when the tongue on my butt disappeared to be replaced by a feeling both warm and cold – the head of his uncut cock and his prince albert. Fortunately, it was a thicker gauge so it did not cut going in. There was some discomfort at first, but hands tweaking my nips, Diego lapping my hard cock and the entire scene was so hot, that it faded pretty quickly into a very hot fuck. He wasn’t super-hung, a bit smaller than me, but his cock and his piercing felt really good, and I was super turned on by how his long, hefty ballsack swung back on forth and slapped me each time he pumped me. “Yeah, fuck that daddy ass, Devlin,” I heard someone mutter. At least now I had a name for the Irishman, one more to go… Euro guy pulled one of my arms up and popped up onto the scaffold spreading his legs so I could suck his cock while I was being fucked, I went to town swallowing that thick pole and enjoying it, before he rolled back some and then pulled himself back to the edge, presenting his pucker for a salad tossing. I dove in with gusto, it being a very favorite activity, and as usual, my cock got stiff as a board. Apparently this was a signal to Diego, who stopped sucking me. Being young, flexible and short, what he did next should have surprised me. He got on his feet in a bent-over crouch and backed up onto my cock, which entered him with almost no resistance. Oh my god, pure nirvana – my ass, cock and tongue were all performing their favorite jobs. Taking a quick breath and Max Impact hit, I noticed the entire party was now part of one scene, as Euro guy had laid fully back, 69ing with Kevin, while the “bossman” was plowed by Lonzo’s big dick as Lonzo balanced on his knees on the opposite edge of the scaffold. Damn, what a hot scene. Devlin’s strokes started to get faster and more punishing, and he grunted “Hope you wanted this load!” seconds before he blew off strongly in my ass. What felt like waves of sperm must have been flowing into me from the way his cock shaft was pulsing. He pulled out a bit too fast and I gasped, while Devlin dropped behind me and stuck his tongue up my hole to reach his own juice. It was incredible, but after another minute or so, I tapped Diego on his flank, pulled my mouth off hot Euro hole and said, “I HAVE to straighten my legs!” I eased out of Diego’s hole and stood up flexing my thigh muscles and going up on my toes for a couple of times to stretch my calves too. Devlin and Diego pushed me towards the Euro hunk and his now perfect cock height vulnerable hole on the edge of the scaffolding. My cock slid in like it had been pumping this channel for years, not the first time. The beefy daddy legs went up over my shoulders while Kevin continued to blow him for a few. Kevin pulled up and got off the scaffold saying “we need some more hits” quickly bringing the bong over. “How’s his rod feel in your hole, Caz?” said Kevin as he held out the bong for us both to take hits. Caz. Short for Cazamir, it turns out. Nice to finally know. “He fucks good,” came the deep growl from this hot construction guy, with a definite accent. “Then the boss gets next dibs,” Kevin said. I made out and shotgunned with Kevin as we blew a few more clouds and I fucked Cazamir, then he quietly let his boss take his place and I pounded Kevin hard the way he begged me to. Then it was time for me to take a break on a couple of cushions that were under the tarps. I watched the porn, blew some clouds, sucked down some hydration, and shortly Lonzo pulled me forward, rolled my legs back and began furiously tonguing my hole, searching for the Leprechaun’s gold, no doubt… he then sunk the most sizable cock in the room into me and began a nice fuck. Shortly, Diego came over and sat on my face, while I licked his boy hole and he made out with Lonzo. As the afternoon progressed, I would eventually fuck everyone there for at least a bit, and was fucked by everyone except Kevin and Diego, who apparently were strictly bottom guys. I got into some fisting with Devlin and Caz, their holes blossoming open for me as we gave them some enormous stretch – I love those trashy hot Euro guys – and watching my technique, Kevin made me promise to come back and help train his hole to accept and enjoy a fist. I promised I would. Toward the end of the session, a hot water sports scene ensued in the most unfinished room – the floor was covered completely wall to wall with rubber sheeting that went up the sides a bit (the space had to be a large walk-in closet or pantry or something, with guys getting wet down and sprayed by each other, and guys swallowing chempiss or taking it up their cumholes, eventually all down on the floor rolling and sliding around each other with mouths, cocks, nips, fingers and holes all being used indiscriminately. W/S isn’t always my favorite thing, but I can certainly get into it, especially with guys who really enthusiastically like it – and this scene was by far the hottest ever W/S scene I’d experienced up to that time, or for that matter, since. Any time I met with Kevin for playtime after that, either alone or with his crew, at a work site or in his own place, there was always an area for that rubber sheeting, and he loved nothing more than to be fucked while he and his partner and anyone else were soaked and slippery with chempiss. It was, I’ll admit very hot. Sometimes, the shower clean up afterwards could be ALMOST as hot as getting messy in the first place….- 9 comments
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Another Real Experience - Elbow Deep Party In Harlem
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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - ELBOW DEEP PARTY IN HARLEM About a month ago, my candy-man and his roommate were having some issues with their landlord and asked me if I could maybe come down to their place, look over their lease and give them some advice. I had finished my appointments for the day so I told them okay. I got to Washington Heights in less than 30 minutes and sat down with them to examine their lease. They filled a huge water pipe with lots of magic crystals and proceeded to have me blow clouds with them while we discussed their problem at length. In 90 minutes or so, I had outlined a way for them to resolve their differences with their landlord that would satisfy both sides, and they were ecstatic. Now they'd kept me hitting the pipe quite generously and gifted me with a nice amount of tina to take with me as a reward. I was now somewhat tweaked, very horny, and in Manhattan late afternoon on a Saturday. Unfortunately, neither of them was up for pnping, as they each had non-sexual appointments they were on their way to. Before we finished our puffing festival, I checked Chempigs.com on line to see if anyone was nearby and up for hosting. Fortunately, there was someone only 20 blocks away - a guy I'd been trading messages and emails with on the site for some time, always hoping we could play, but never being able to make our schedules match. He invited me to his place immediately and I hopped in the car and headed to Harlem. It took only 5 minutes and amazingly, I got a street space only a half block from his building. I gave him a call when I parked as he needed to come to the lobby to let me in. Good thing I found that close space as it started to rain for the first time in weeks as I was heading to his building. Clayton met me at the lobby door and escorted me to the elevator and up to his apartment. It was a nice - and really large - apartment, and it peaked my interest that it seemed like there was someone else home. Clayton led me to his room and shut the door behind us, looking me up and down and nodding while saying "finally". As mentioned we'd messaged and cruised each other on line but timing had never worked out before. Finally was right! I pulled out my supplies and filled his water-pipe with some quality crystals, and we puffed and shot-gunned as we stripped each other and got things started. Clayton turned out to be 40-ish, and very tall - at least 6'5" or so, to my 6' - and very lean. He's Trinidadian, beautiful cafe au lait skin and a light dusting of hair on his chest leading down in a treasure trail to his pubic patch, which framed a long cock, not quite as thick as mine but definitely longer! His long legs led up to a perky bubble butt also with a light dusting of hair. He really went for my hairy chest, legs, balls and ass and my pale skin. After making out and puffing and getting each other hard as a rock, we had to break so I could quickly clean up in his shower. As I was about to go, he asked if I'd be interested in his roommate joining in a couple of hours, and I told him that it sounded like fun to me. He smiled and picking up the pipe, said "Let me introduce you guys before you hit the shower." Going out into the long hallway, we passed the front door and the bathroom and continued down to what looked like a workroom filled with (unusually for New York City) hand tools and hardware. And also filled with Clayton's very hot roommate, Rod. Rod was facing away and on the phone, dressed only in leather shorts, boots and a harness. He turned hearing us enter and quickly told the person on the phone he'd call back in 5 minutes. Rod was probably around my age (just turned 53), and a shorter, stocky, muscular African-American guy with much darker skin than Clayton's, and he looked awfully familiar. We traded shotguns off the pipe while Clayton introduced us, and we both mentioned that we were convinced we'd met before. Rod told us that he needed to get back to his client and do another two hours of work then we could join him in his much larger play room. We headed back down the long corridor and I jumped in the bathroom with my kit to do a quick clean up and out. I had my travel-ready straight pipe and took a few hits to aid the process, gargled a little mouthwash and headed back to Clayton. He was naked and puffing, stroking while he watched some bareback leather porn I brought. I guess Clayton had been tweaking for a while before I got there, as he was totally AMPED and ready to go... so enthusiastic that I had to imagine he'd been frustrated from playing for at least several hours. In a minute we were on the bed locked in a 69 hotter than any I'd had in some time. It was a beautiful cock, and long, and thank god, I was on top during this segment since although I deep throat well, that amount of length might have been an issue if he decided to face fuck me from above. After long mutual suck jobs, we hit the pipe again shotgunning every hit, and making out between. Finally, we each took a huge hit, followed by each taking a nice huff of Maximum Impact and slid back down to a 69-Rim session, this time with me on the bottom with my neck boosted by a couple of pillows. He had a hot tasty hole that blossomed under my eager tongue; from the sounds he was making, and the enthusiasm with which his beefy tongue was raping my hairy hole, he was a very happy camper. Once our holes were getting sloppy and open it was time to get them filled. While he hit the glass cock, I got behind him and sank into that hot warm chute and starting a slow grinding fuck while he spun out his clouds. He definitely was going for my girth, and asked to turn on to his back for deeper penetration. As face-to-face is my favorite position to both top and to bottom, I was more than willing to comply. We fucked for a while with me on the bed with him, then I got down on the floor to stand with his long legs over my shoulders while I really wailed on his hole at his request. All this time we were either furiously kissing or biting and sucking the others nips and neck. More clouds and we switched... it took a little patience, and maximum impact, but he got that entire length into my hole and fucked me in several positions, making me feel incredible the longer we went. For another hour we would literally pull out of each other and without moving switch top and bottom, filling and being filled. It was heaven. Time came for a break and to join Rod. Some piss play and a quick rinse in the shower and we were moving all our equipment and materials to the very large room at the end of the apartment. Rod had his king size bed and all sorts of leather, restraints, dildos and toys, lubes and porn screens in there. I filled his water pipe and we got spun some more as Rod stripped the leather shorts off to reveal a flaccid cock as thick and long soft as mine is hard. Now I normally have no issues with my endowment - it is average length and greater than average width and I very much know how to use it - but there are times when I'm playing, especially with African or Latino guys that I just have to kind of sit back and marvel, and get over a minute or two of feeling inadequate! The rest of Rod was worthwhile to, a very hot muscular ass and he appeared to be naturally smooth all over... well, he probably did shave his head a bit, but not the body. I brought out some G and we drank some, smoked more, and began to get down to more chemmed up man-sex. Each of us fucked the others, and I was lucky that Clayton had gotten most of my stretching done prior as Ron went in without pause and started his fuck on me. After the mutual all around fuck we broke for a bit more refreshment and clouds and that's when Rod and I remembered where we'd met. A mutual friend of ours on Central Park West used to host Tuesday Afternoon pnp parties about 10 years ago and we'd encountered each other there a number of times. That also reminded Rod that I was a Fisting top, one he very much enjoyed getting hand-balled by, and we knew what would happen next. Working with Rod's "special lube" - a private combo of crisco and j-lube laced with tina and tina piss, I began working fingers into his hole. He was flat on his back on the edge of the bed (a waist high bed) while I alternated sitting on a fuck stool or sitting on Clayton's cock as HE sat on the fuck stool. Very shortly, I was stretching Rods opening alternating four fingers on each hand, determining which arm would be better, finding it to be the left, I sank all five fingers in to his welcoming manhole. He was literally squealing with delight over the attention to his hole, and I pulled my special maneuver. Being double jointed and still flexible from my dancer days, I can rotate my wrist 360 degrees without much problem - by stepping over my arm, now butt to butt with my fistee, I can continue the turning in the same direction. Stepping over with my second leg, I return to facing my fist-bottom and can still complete the rest of AN ADDITIONAL 360 degree turn. 19 out of 20 fisting bottoms seem to go nuts over that! And then of course, I can reverse direction and do it again the other way, bringing myself back to where I was. During the session, Clayton went from fucking me from behind to sitting on Rod face while I blew Clayton or kneeling so Rod could blow him and I could rim him. Anytime I went for deeper penetration, Clayton went behind me again so I could assure eye-contact with Rod. We played several more hours in various combos and I headed home, promising to come back for both more group play and one-on-one's with each hot man. The following Tuesday, I got to do so with just Rod - I arrived at about 11AM - this time Rod took care of the party favors. We blew clouds, had a bit of G, did booty bumps and began a day long session. It was a wild day - though I fucked Rod on and off, most of the time I spent as a top I spent fisting since he was so delighted with last time. I was in his unbelievable hot muscle ass up to my elbow on my right arm, and just past my elbow on my left. And I got both hands in at the same time past the wrist. In exchange, Rod fucked me pretty frequently with that big thick cock of his. And get this... he gave me four loads. FOUR LOADS. I kid you not. Since I spend more time in most sessions topping, I don't get to be bred too often. So, even once is special... but FOUR? There were a few large group parties in my long career of man-sex where I was bred three times, and once or twice four... but always by different guys, never four loads from one! And between the chems and the company his huge cock not only didn't hurt, not only felt good, it felt GREAT. We were two happy pigs when I left with promises to return. I hope to rendezvous with Clayton soon, and get them both not too soon after! -
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For some reason, I really don't like when a guy's perineum, crack and anus are referred to as his taint. Don't get me wrong, it doesn't affect my enjoyment of stories and I'm certainly not judging what guys call their body parts. The word just doesn't seem right, and I wouldn't automatically use it. I think I'd ask a regular partner not to, as well. Thing is, there's nothing tainted about it. I think the problem might come from the lack of slang terms, in comparison to penis slang... What do you guys think?
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Another Real Experience - Jersey Boy Gives In To Temptation
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Another Real Experience - Jersey Boy Gives In To Temptation I used to play fairly regularly in and around Jersey City, for a while there were a good number of party guys living there with a lot of excellenT group scenes. It became evident after a year or so of playing with several guys down there regularly that despite being New Jersey's third largest city, AND directly across the Hudson and only a one stop PATH train ride from Manhattan, that it was still a pretty small pnp community where every guy knew everyone else. I played a lot with a guy in Journal Square, a hot guy I'll call Trace who was an exotic dancer/escort/masseuse. He was of mixed Greek and Native American heritage, wore his very black hair long with a full beard, looking very much like a pirate - but a pirate that was 5'6". That said, he had a ripped body and a big cock that looked even bigger on his small frame. He hired out exclusively as a top but when "off-duty" he liked to switch off - he liked my leather daddy style and we would blow clouds or get to the point and then play with our mutual fetish gear, get very oral and then he'd want to get fucked. Being a bottom and the whole "cleaning out" process was new to him, so this sometimes resulted in some unpleasantness, but we generally had fun, and soon enough he had other guys coming to join our sessions. Since group scenes are very much my favorite, I was pleased. Frequently these additional guys include Donnie, his candyman, a light skinned African-American kid who claimed to be more straight than bi or gay, and generally got blown while he was there or he topped one of the other guys... ocassionally though, if he was done his business for the evening he'd get very spun and would suck cock or even ocassionally get fucked. He never let Trace fuck him, claiming his cock was too big. Again, this only happened if he had no more business and around guys he knew very VERY well. There were other times when he'd bring guys with him - straight guys from the neighborhood who had done a lot of business with Donnie. White, Black, Latino, Asian, all kinds of guys but generally young, a bit street tough (which doesn't impress me, but works for lots of guys) and were tweaked enough that the offer of a long hot blowjob was irresistable to them, even if it was from another guy. Three of Trace's regular play buds - Jake, Aaron and Carlos - were totally into this. They loved getting on their knees and sucking off these "guests" of Donnie's. Trace and I would do some good oral work as well, but it was understood that we were NOT the subservient type and would brook NO disrespect or trash talk. We'd often wind up topping Jake, Aaron or Carlos while they performed oral duties on the guests, and some seemed to get off on it. Carlos was a thin somewhat effeminate latino with a heart of gold who was a devout bottom who could ocassionally throw an amazing fuck himself; Jake was a white blond buzz-cut gas-station attendant with a goatee, tats all over his ripped hairless body an amazing ass and small but generally hard dick; and then there was Aaron, whom I knew from before meeting Trace - a closeted divorced white Italian bi-guy - cute face, dark hair, a trifle chubby but sexy, with a beautiful ass that could take any cock or hand or arm or toy or (yes) baseball bat! And he was raising a 9 year old son on his own, living with his parents and working for a bank where they though he was the straightest guy on the planet. One of the "guests" that showed up a few times was a Construction Worker named Ralph. He was actually Jake's cousin, and got into this whole thing accidentally - somehow stumbling into Jake and Donnie and being introduced to Miss T, only to discover that his cousin Jake - so butch and dangerous looking - enjoyed getting high then sucking dick and getting his ass plowed bareback by whatever cocks he could get. Stunned, Ralph apparently just watched the first two times but then agreed to come to Trace's place for some head and good T. Ralph was 25 at the time, a tall trim white guy about 6'3", shaved head and scruff patch below his mouth, hairy body (reddish blond body hair) a lot of tats, nice arm and leg muscles with a long thin cock and a high muscular ass. (Regular readers will know where this is going...). There was supposed to be a girlfriend around somewhere. He very much turned me on, and I would be first to suck him each time he came to Trace's - he seemed to enjoy my oral attention as well as BJs from Trace, Carlos, Aaron, and even ocassionally Donnie - but never his cousin Jake. Ralph would watch while I fucked the other guys and ocassionally got fucked myself. The first time he watched Trace fuck me, and saw me actually enjoying getting that big piece in my hole, his eyebrows nearly went over the top of his head. He coughed out a cloud of T smoke he'd been inhaling, and said, "seriously dude, you LIKE that? I thought you only played the man's part, not the bitch's part!" I told him that first, yes, I liked it; second, yes I preferred to top but really, really preferred both in the same session; and third, never call me a bitch if you want to keep all of your teeth. "If a guy WANTS you to call him names like that, it's cool, but getting fucked doesn't make you any less a man." He seemed very thoughtful. I noticed he also watched very intently whenever anyone was being rimmed. Eventually Trace's place was too small for some of our gatherings and Aaron presented us with a solution - his parents would be out-of-town for a week and we could come play in their basement that first Friday night as soon as his kid went to bed. Jake had let us all know that Ralph would be coming and thought he might be brave enough and ready enough to top someone that evening. We met up at Trace's place and got our supplies together, and all took some little blue magic to stay hard while blowing clouds with a few of us trading shotguns as we waited for Aaron to call and let us know his son was asleep and we could come over. The call came sooner than expected, and we headed out to the two cars - mine and Jake's - and somehow I wound up driving Ralph and Donnie while Jake drove Trace and Carlos. During the drive Donnie got Ralph higher while we talked about what he might be into doing that night. He was obviously very turned on and his inhibitions were almost completely eliminated - mentioning that he had really cleaned up in the shower so he could have someone rim his hole. We wound up arriving at Aaron's parents' house first - a suburban split level with the lower level playroom all set up for a sex party... sling, rim-seat, play mats, toys and gay bb porn on the big screen. (I kept wondering exactly how Aaron would ezplain this if his kid woke up and came down for a glass of water...). Jakes car arrived about 10 minutes later. Seems that he picked up a couple of other guys, Tyrell and Matt, two somewhat thuggy down-low types, one black the other white. We all got naked and blew clouds some more clouds , and I wound up by chance or someone else's design with Ralph mostly to myself while Trace, Carlos, Jake and Aaron played up to these new guys and Donnie busied himself preparing all of our enhancements for the evening. Ralph even accepted some shotguns from me, and when I got him to sit in the rimchair, he inhaled some Maximum Impact while I gave him his first salad tossing. He had a beautiful ass, clean and great-tasting, and we both really enjoyed it. We moved over to a couch to let others use the chair and I gave Ralph a nice blowjob while he sucked down somemore clouds. He told me to stand up while he stayed seated, and then looked up at me and said softly, "I better try this before I chicken out", then took the head of my cock and part of the shaft into his mouth. It was only for a few minutes, and it was very inexpert, but he was enthusiastic and I was so turned on by the situation that I almost shot. Amazingly, Donnie was the only one to notice this and sauntered over holding something behind his back with his cock dangling in front. Ralph actually sucked it in for a few licks before he looked up at me and told me he wanted to fuck me. Donnie pulled the two needleless syringes from behind his back and said that a booty-bump each would get us in the mood for fucking, saying he'd do me while I did Ralph. I got down on all fours in front of Ralph and pushed his legs up. I started to rim the young stud's hole again while Donnie rimmed mine and then I inserted the syringe in his hairy pucker while Donnie inserted one into mine. A minute or two later and Ralph and I were soaring. Donnie told us he'd be back and went to do some more chemistry. Ralph asked me to "sit on his dick" and I responded "gladly". He remained seated on the couch and picked up the Tina pipe as I straddled him and aligned my hole over his very hard - thanks to Vitamin V and his enthusiasm - supposedly straight cock. He pulled my head into his and blew his cloud into my mouth. As I sank to his balls he hissed "yessssssssss". We started a slow grinding fuck, that frankly felt amazing, and sure enough the shotgunning turned into face-sucking deep kissing. I told him he felt amazing and smiled but asked like before "and you really like that?" I responded enthusiastically "yes". We fucked like that for quite a while, eventually just slowly pumping as he spoke again. Speaking softly, he told me that this whole scene he'd been watching these few times turned him on immensely and he was constantly thinking about it. He had thought he might be gay when he was in his early teens, but the only gays he knew were very flamboyant - which was not him at all he confessed - and that his father and brothers and buddies all considered gay guys to be beneath contempt, failed men who wanted to be women. Since none of this seemed to apply to him, he decided that he could not be one of THEM and tried to forget his interest and just concentrate on girls. Having watched us these couple of times, and having been lectured by me, he realized that gay sex was no threat to his masculinity. He'd been hoping that tonight he'd get high enough and brave enough to try it all, and said he'd even looked up how to clean his hole out, and had practiced a few times sticking something up his butt. I looked him in the eye, squeezing his cock in my hole, and said "are you saying what I think you're saying?" and looking like a lost little kid he said "I know my ass isn't as hot as Carlos' or Trace's or Aaron's but do you think you'd want to fuck me for my first time?" Seriously? He had to ASK? And personally, I thought his ass was HOTTER. Donnie had quietly moved back our way and caught the last part of this. He leaned down and whispered to us that he could make that easier on Ralph but first told us to suck his cock between us - Ralph looked at the caramel colored tool between us and smiled, we kissed it and traded sucking it for a few minutes until Donnie said he'd better go get what Ralph needed for his virgin ride. "That gives me time to finish fucking YOU," Ralph said and suddenly started a piston fuck that despite me being on top nearly blew me off his lap. Donnie returned with some cups with a bit of G and juice which we all downed, then points - he did me first, then Ralph and then himself - Ralph coughed and then whispered "do me man". I knelt on the floor with him on the edge of the couch. Pulling his long legs up, I tongued his soon to be cherry-popped manhole while he moaned and we heard Donnie cough. Bringing Ralph's legs to rest over my shoulder, I quickly used just a bit of lube and placed the head of my cock against his now pliant hole. Donnie had him suck on a cloth covered with Max Impact and slowly but surely my cock sank into his warm snug hole. Ralph began to moan as I slid in, taking a few minutes, but finally feeling my balls slapping on his butt. His own cock was back to being rock hard and felt amazing pressed up against me. I started to pump slowly when he nodded at me, and shortly he sighed "so good"... that's when I felt a welcome invasion between my own legs as Donnie knelt behind me and slid his shaft into me. We fucked like that for a few minutes, until Ralph said he was a bit uncomfortable and could he sit on me the way I did on him? Donnie pulled out of me and Ralph sat on my lap and onto my cock - a bit too fast if the wideness of his eyes was any sign - but Donnie was there putting the glass cock to our mouths and we all traded clouds as Ralph rode my cock and really started to enjoy himself. Donnie presented his cock for our inspection and again we spent time kissing each other and the cock between us. After a bit, Ralph turned around to a reverse cowboy so he could suck Donnie's cock much more efficiently and deeply. This was when the other guys FINALLY noticed what was going on (see what two big thug cocks can do to distract some guys?)... there were a number of gasps, and some complaints that we were "ruining a top", but they eventually got over it. We did mix and match more after that - I fucked Trace, Aaron, Jake and amazingly, Donnie, and got fucked by Carlos (!), and by Tyrell and Matt who were wonderfully large, but lacking a bit in finesse. I think I blew and rimmed everyone at some point, and got fucked by and fucked both Ralph and Donnie again. I got to watch Ralph turn insatiable, sucking every cock there (if not expertly) including his cousin - getting into a hot 69 with his cousin Jake while getting fucked by Donnie while Jake was fucked by me. Ralph also fucked Aaron and then fucked his cousin Jake - and he GOT fucked by not just Donnie and me, but by Carlos (again surprising) and briefly by Jake and Trace. Tyrell tried to get in him, but was just too big, and Ralph was just a bit too sore - the spirit was willing but the flesh was just too new at this! On the way back to Trace's at 4:30AM or so, I told him to try a good soak in the tub either now or when he got up the next day, and to not be surprised if his ass was really sore from all this. Amazingly, I got a call from Ralph early the next afternoon saying he "needed more". I drove down to Jersey City and met him at Trace's and the three of us fucked round-robin style for a few more hours, blowing some clouds, watching bb porn and reliving Ralph's amazing experience the night before. Ralph eventually wound up getting into a relationship with a Realtor friend of mine in Hoboken before they moved to the Keys. His deflowering will always be a great memory for me!- 7 comments
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Near Home—August, 2021 Because the last trip to the bookstore had proved to be worthwhile (and ball draining) I went back a few days later. It was a Thursday evening, who knew it would be hot from the moment I walked into the gay theatre…? A very large man is sitting in the cocksucker’s chair. He smiles at me as I pass him and sit against the wall. He is likely twice my weight. His dark skin shines in the half light of the reflected video. I take out my dick. The porn is good if not exceptional. I get hard fast. The large man makes my least favorite cruising signal—he lasciviously licks his lips. I sigh and look back at the screen. Then he is on his knees and crawling across the room to me. I look down as he arrives, rather laboriously, between my legs. I have to make a decision…and I take my hand off my dick, allowing him access. He sinks down on my cock. Holy fuck! He has the best mouth I have had in months. It’s roomy and wet and he creates a suction that makes my cock drip. I sigh in absolute pleasure. He pulls off my cock and goes for my balls, licking them gently with a tongue that feels huge and pliable, but delicate. He burrows down under my balls, too. He sucks my testicles delicately…not trying for both of them in his mouth at the same time. He’s great and I tell him so. His eyes crinkle at the edges—and he goes back to Hoovering my dick. The door opens. A hot otter enters. He is white, maybe mid 30’s with a shaved head. He is in shorts and tee, showing off his hairy arms and legs and tufts of chest hair at the neckline. He watches us for a moment, opens his shorts and feeds me his long, thin dick. I try to give him as good head as I am getting. I tongue his piss slit. I deep throat him easily, it being long and thin. I lick his balls exactly as the man below me is now doing mine. The Otter pulls out of my mouth. He bends—and the Man on the floor lets him suck my cock—because he wants to taste the Otter. The Otter is good, but he is up against pretty unbeatable oral competition here. I do enjoy watching the Man on the floor get his first taste of the pre-cumming Otter. He grunts his approval and swallows him down. The Otter can’t stay bent for too long, so he straightens up. I slide to the floor. The Man graciously lets me suck him again. I am filled with Otter cock as the Man pulls the Otter’s shorts and underwear down around his ankles. The Man squirms around and plants his face in what must be incredibly hairy ass cheeks. The Otter gasps. I can only imagine what that relentless tongue must feel like in his hairy crack. Two or three more men arrive as we work him over. They stay to the sides and watch the show. Suddenly it is too much for the Otter. He convulses and begins to fire a rather watery load into my mouth. The first couple shots are so strong they hit the back of my throat. The next few pool on my tongue. I coat his cock with them—and lick him clean, holding onto his balls so he can’t pull out. When I’m satisfied his cock is spunk free I let him go. The Otter steps to the side and gets dressed, rather shakily. He leaves, patting the Man who rimmed him on the shoulder and me on the head. I get back in my chair—and Man goes back to sucking my cock… * The room has filled. Almost a dozen men. The Big Man has resumed his original chair. He has sucked a number of men as they come in. I have had one other guy on my dick—an amateur by comparison. I am just leisurely stroking now. The door opens. A dapper, trim, just turning middle-aged, white man enters. He is in a dress shirt and suit pants. Rarely do you see good clothes here. He looks around and undoes his belt. He removes his pants, folds them and places them on a chair next to me. Then the shirt comes off, and is folded and stacked with the pants. He is left in loafers and backless designer underwear. He kneels and begins sucking my dick. This galvanizes the room. If cocks weren’t out before, they are now. The man sucking me is good at licking but can’t take any depth at all. He pulls off me pretty fast and looks up into my face. “Fuck me with this thing.” I stand and pull my chair away from the wall. The dapper guy kneels on it. I kneel behind him and begin tonguing the ass crack framed by Andrew Christian. A white trucker type comes over and feeds the man his beer can of a dick. I get his hole good and wet before I stand and lube my cock a little bit more. I slip in. Much more easily than I expect. I am balls deep on the first stroke. The man grunts his satisfaction around the dick in his mouth. I begin to fuck. Out of the corner of my eye I see the Big Man go to his knees again. He comes behind me—and my ass crack connects with his velvety tongue on the backstroke. Fuck—no wonder the Otter blew so fast with both our mouths on him. I slow my fuck stroke a little, so I can grind my ass into the Man’s face. The Trucker cums, deep in the Dapper Man’s mouth. A Latino, a regular, steps into place as the Trucker leaves. I pick up my pace. A third man, on the other side of the Dapper Man’s head, is slapping a hard cock on his neck, head and face. The Dapper Man goes back and forth on them. One in his mouth, a hand on the other. Endlessly switching who gets his mouth. I fuck faster. “You want my load?” I bark out. He grunts around the cock currently in his mouth. The third man in, the slapper, suddenly erupts all over the Dapper Man’s face and hair. It’s all I need. I bury my cock deep in the hot ass I am reaming out and shoot. I feel the big Man behind me drill into my hole with his tongue. I stay in place letting him eat my hole—and still as he moves down, trying to find stray cum on my balls. I start to pull out. The man getting sucked starts to shoot in the guy’s mouth—but it’s too intense for him and he pulls out—shooting even more semen on the Dapper Man’s face. I am cleaned up by the big Man, who savors the mix of cum and ass jizz. I see him move in to felch my load as I do up my pants, slap the Dapper Man’s ass and take off…. To see the original, and read the comments, go here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/bookstore-highlights-three-free-for-all.html
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I know this is probably weird, but I've been wanting to spend a day and/or night eating anonymous ass. I've never manned a glory hole, but I've been thinking about trying it - except I'd want to exclusively devote myself to eating ass. Since I'm not experienced with glory holes and don't know anyone who is, I figured I'd ask if this is something tops and bottoms would be interested in. If I advertised a glory hole that was designed exclusively for men to give me their assholes to feast on, would it be appealing? Or is it a dumb idea that I should forget about?- 16 replies
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I fucking LOVE eating ass before I fuck it. And I don't mean a quick 2 minute tongue-up-the-butt thing. I mean long, serious, aggressive ass eating. I'm surprised not all guys are into it. What are your thoughts guys?
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A TOP TURNED INTO A PIG BOTTOM FOR THE NIGHT Like a lot of people at the time, when 9/11 happened, I went to a dark place and made some questionable choices. I have no regrets. I am who I am today because of myself then. And I had a TON of fun and memories...WHEW! I was living in NYC at this time. I had good looks, a hot body, and a thick dick that I loved to open and fuck hole with. I would sometimes fantasize about being a bareback top prostitute. Eventually, at the same time as holding down 2 regular jobs, I started hustling on Rentboy.com and did well. I treated myself to leather chaps, a leather codpiece thong, a harness, and some biker boots at the Leatherman. I'm actually wearing the harness and codpiece in my profile pic if you want to see. And I had a great time with the guy fitting me in the store, too. But that's another story. I also planned on hitting the Black Party that following March in my new gear. A few days before the party, an out-of-town client from San Francisco emailed me and asked for a session the same night as the party. I decided it could be fun to get the juices flowing before the party, so I agreed. The night arrived and after a good gym session and cleaning myself up, I changed into my leather, smoked a few hits of tina out of the glass pipe(also a new thing for me at the time), put a long coat on over my party clothes and grabbed a cab to meet him in his room at the W Hotel. At the time, I was almost all top and didn't enjoy getting fucked very much. When I got there, we traded amazing kisses and spit, and then Bob started eating my ass and opening up my hole. He was set on fucking me. The conquest game. I caught on pretty fast. But I wasn't in the mood to put up a fight. The tina was hitting and I was ready to enjoy the ride. The way he ate ass and spread me open made me think he'd be a good top. Bob would rim my hole with a steady pressure, then pull away and flick his tongue on my ass as my hole got hungrier. He got me on the bed and threw a great fuck into me, using the mirrors to watch himself pump his dick in my hole still in my leather chaps. He knew how to open me up. Bob fucked me all over the hotel room and shot his cum deep when he reached the point of no return. We both had a great time and after a quick shower, he sent me to the party with a hole still full of his DNA. Bob had "conquered" me and I was happy about it. And horned to get more raw dick in me. I met friends at the party and spent a while dancing before deciding to leave them and heading to the dark hallway on the second floor that was being used as the back room. I went down the hall slowly looking for a piece of thick dick. I was on the prowl. About halfway, I had a hot man with tribal tats go down on his knees in front of me. I opened up the codpiece and let him suck my dick while other guys started feeling up my ass and trying to get their fingers around the leather strap covering my hole. I was getting into the hot, wet mouth sliding on my bone when a pnp fuckbud of mine tapped me on the shoulder and told me to follow him and two really hot guys that were with him. Steve was a young stud with a smooth body and a big bulge in his leather chaps, and Al was a tall, beautiful bald man with a sexy clipped goatee and thick, full lips. Dave led us to the end of the hall and out a door onto a wide staircase landing. We all started to kiss and suck each other's dicks. Dave was sucking on Steve's uncut dick while Al got my strap unsnapped and starting licking my hole. When he realized I was loaded with Bob's jizz, I heard and felt him hum on my hole and he went to town. Al's moans were vibrating his tongue buried deep inside me and it felt awesome. Then Al stood up, turned me around and snowballed some of the cum back to me. Dave turned to me and asked if I had ever slammed tina. I told him that I'd seen it done and I was willing to try. Dave told me they had slammed earlier, but he had an extra rig he could shoot into me and send me flying. As Dave's friend Al continued to trade spit and cum with me, Dave pulled a loaded syringe out of an inside pocket of his leather vest. He unsnapped one of the leather arm bands he was wearing and put it on my left arm, snapping it on tightly. He took the needle and pushed it into one of my veins that was popping out. He pulled back on the plunger and got my blood to register in the needle before he slammed the plunger down and filled my body with a warm rush. My mind exploded with lust and my hole felt wet and hungrier than ever before. Dave said he wanted to fuck me. Something Dave had never done before. In the past, we had always tag-teamed bottoms and sucked each other's dicks. I gave him a wink, a deep kiss and told him to bury his bone. He bent me over the railing and sank his warm, thick cock inside me. I was a happy camper. He grabbed hold of my chaps and started long-dicking me into heaven. We were having a hot orgy using the stairs and railings before Dave began to really pound my ass and he dumped his load in me. Dave set off a chain reaction and Al came in Steve's smooth hole right after, fucking his jizz deep while Steve was on his back with his legs spread wide. After we finished and were talking, Dave said he knew a few of the porn guys putting on the live sex show downstairs and he could get us into the backstage area to fuck around with them. We all started back through the door we came in from and down the dark, crowded hallway. We got about halfway down the hall when I ran into a man that stopped me in my tracks. He had this intensity about him that was a total turn-on. He looked kind of dangerous. He had great blue eyes, was topless with a great body, and was wearing jeans and a bowler hat. He looked like a handsome, but sketchy, carnival worker. After we stared at each other for a moment, He reached out, grabbed the back of my neck and brought me to him for a hot kiss. My friends had continued walking by now and I decided to stay and see where this might lead. He kissed me with his eyes locked on mine and everything started to fall away around us. The focus was very passionate. I hadn't seen his cock yet, but I knew I wanted him fucking me RIGHT THEN AND THERE. I unsnapped the the codpiece again and turned around. He opened up his jeans fast and within seconds my ass was getting fed his 8" thick, hard dick. The nearby crowd was watching us bareback and were sharing in this hot moment of pure lust. The heat was spreading to the men around us and they began to fuck around with more intensity, too. The man in the bowler was pounding my hole and I was bent over in my chaps with my hands on my knees to brace against his dick and hips slamming into my ass. Every now and then I raised up to look at this man opening my fuckhole even wider. I would get a wet kiss, then bend down again to let him fuck me deep. He started to grunt above the loud music and I could feel him start to shoot his warm cum inside my hole. My ass was glowing and open like it had never been before. The guys around us started to cheer. I raised up, smiled and kissed him again. We left the hallway and stayed upstairs above the dance floor talking for a while before exchanging numbers. I had just been bred by my new boyfriend from Baltimore named John. I ended up moving to Baltimore and tapping John's gorgeous ass every chance I got. The man was built for getting fucked. And he would throw a fuck into me again sometimes when we partied and my hole got hungry for his thick dick and baby batter. But that's another story, too.
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I used to frequent a park that had one of those old fashioned outhouses. The Men's s And Women's were quit a distance apart and on a secluded path that led up from one of the parking areas. The toilet was a simple concrete shed, with two shutters side by side. Whitewashed, with dirty concrete floor. No door, just a screen. A small slatted window. The smell of shit was strong as it was built over a cesspool. On a summer afternoon I seated myself on one of the shitters and waited. After a while I heard footsteps on the gravel path outside, and in came a state trooper! Tall, middle aged, trim with blue eyes and light brown hair. He nodded to me and proceeded to take off his hat and gun belt and hang them up, undid his uniform trousers and took the seat next to me, giving me a casual nod. I couldn't help taking in his furry legs and very large uncut dick. I was petrified. I kept my eyes down wondering if this were a set up, and if I should leave. After a bit of silence, he lit a cigar, and commented, " beautiful afternoon, isn't it,? I agreed. He did his business ( I'm a raunch pig and all this turned me on) and continued to enjoy his stogie. I glanced over and saw he was stroking his now huge pecker. He caught my look and said" like what you see boy?" I replied Yes Sir, but I don't want to get arrested." He just chuckled and drawled, " get over here and take care of this". I was kneeling in front of him in a flash. I had that magnificent cock in my mouth, going to town. He put a hairy paw on the back of my neck and guided my sucking. After a while he told me to stop, but kept his dick in my mouth. Then he ordered " swallow" and " Don't spill any" and let loose a stream of very strong coffee urine which I gulped down as fast as he could piss." " Good boy, now suck me hard again" . I did. Bending forward a little, he ordered me to wipe him clean. I complied. Having me smell it he pitched it down the toilet, and standing up, dragged me to my feet, turned me around and had me brace myself against the wall, straddling the toilet. Without a saying a word he spread my butt cheeks and rammed all 10 inches right into my hole. Holding my neck he fucked me violently. Whispering in my ear " take like a man, faggot". It hurt so bad I almost cried, but managed to stay quiet. He developed a rhythm of thrusting, almost pulling out,then ramming back in. As my ass got used to it, I gripped him with my ass muscles as he withdrew to shove it in again. And again. Finally he got faster and faster and with a loud "Sheeiittt" blasted cum deep in my guts. He stayed in for a while breathing heavily, then, soft now, withdrew and presented himself for me to clean his cock. He also gave me some more piss to drink. "You're quite a talented pig, faggot boy" he complimented me, as he re-lit his cigar, pulled up his pants and tucked himself in and got dressed. Putting on his hat, he once again nodded and began to leave. But before he went out the door, he gave me the instruction " keep my spunk in you faggot pussy. Later, shit my man juice in a cup, jerk off into it, then drink it. Don't wast a drop. I'll see you again. And drawing on his cigar, turned and left in a cloud of smoke. I just stared after him for along time in amazement and lust. That night I did indeed do what he told me, shitting out a couple of ounces of his cum, and adding my own, savoring his domination and manliness as I drank it.. it was the hottest thing that I ever experienced. And there was more to come...
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An Afternoon Orgy
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Grand Rapids—April, 2021 By April, the host of the group that I attend in Grand Rapids was ready to host again. He talked to me by text. He wanted to start small—do a sort of All Star mini group. He wanted men he knew were vaccinated. Men who loved to fuck and were ready for sex. I agreed with him—and in 24 hours he let me know he had the men and had set the date. He also asked me to bring the rimseat and my sling chains. “You need my sling?” (I was surprised. I knew he had two.) “No, just the chains—Get here a little early…” I couldn’t wait to finally be in a group again. On the day, I packed the stuff he requested and set off… I do indeed get there early. We hug. He tells me there would be just half our regular sized group—eight men. I know all but one he names. I set up the rimseat. The upstairs now has a wall built along the stairs—so there is a separate bedroom and playspace. The rimseat and the sling are both in the playspace. My host has a ladder waiting by the sling. “I want to hang this sling above the regular one…so I can get my ass eaten by you when you are fucking another guy.” He climbs the ladder. A few clicks onto the other set of chains and the upper sling is ready. He climbs in. It is at the perfect height. I bury my face in his spread butt cheeks for the first time in over a year. The door opens and closes downstairs. The guests are arriving. It is a small group—but one that can’t wait to get naked and play. Soon we are all in the bedroom. Men are sucking and licking—moving from cock to cock. I eat the Host’s ass again—as he is on all fours with another top’s cock in his mouth. I feel a man moving between me and the bed to get at my dick. I don’t even have to look to see who it is…I just try to give him room to suck. Another man goes from sitting on the bed to sprawling ass up. We all shift. We are now a massive dog pile of sucking, slurping men—giving oral to any and every dick or ass near us… * I fuck the host. First on the bed and then in the sling. Soon, the Top who loves me to open a hole for him, comes into the playroom—his cock very wet. I make room for him to take over fucking—but first I lick someone’s ass juices off his dick. I watch his massive cock split our diminutive host in two. I move around behind the standing top and stick my tongue in his ass on his backstroke. He groans—giving me encouragement to proceed. The Top’s boy comes in and crouches down to give me head as I stay in place to service his partner. Soon I end up fucking the boy on the floor—so this partner can keep fucking the host—but watch me use his boy’s ass. We change around. The host climbs the ladder and gets in the top sling. The other bottom gets in the main sling. It works perfectly—my dick sinks into one ass and my tongue in another. The other Top strokes his cock, occasionally giving it to his boy to suck. Then the Top tries out the double decker sling. He loves it. We go back and forth, ravishing both holes open to us… * Later. I am under the rimseat. The Top’s boy is sitting on my face. Someone is riding my cock—but I have no idea who it might be. The wet hole on my mouth is incredible. He has taken every dick here at some point during the proceedings. He isn’t loaded…but he is so wet he might as well be. Suddenly he is pulled off my face. His partner bends him over and fucks him, standing there above me as I watch. “I know you love this,” he barks out, as he rails into his partner. He suddenly pulls out. “Now sit!” The even wetter hole is instantly on my tongue. I go as deep as my tongue will allow. The boy moans—loving the feel of me reaming him out. He is pulled up again. “Fuck my boy. Right here, so the fucker down there can see.” I see the guy I don’t know slide into the wet ass I have been eating. I feel whoever was impaling himself on my cock get off. His ass on my cock is replaced by his mouth, cleaning me up. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” croons the stranger. I watch his body shake as he drops a load. He keeps his dick in the boy—marinating in his own seed. Finally he pulls out. A big splat of cum falls on my forehead. I wipe it up and put it in my mouth—just before the boy sits. “Feed him!” his partner instructs. His ass opens and the cum escapes his hole and into my mouth. I feel my Host’s tight ass slide down on my cock at that very moment. It is too much. I shoot, bucking up into him as I swallow every drop of cum that I can get out of the spasming ass above me… Here is the original post on the blog....where there are more than 11 years of posts: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/06/an-afternoon-orgy.html -
What you guys think about a loaded ass. When do you go for a little fresh up? Do you think after a certain load count or after so many hours or something else? The most loads I have had up there back2back is 27. And they just kept dripping. But at one point you can get self conscious about how fresh it is to rim and load. Or should you just keep going?
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Like to know what are the nicest tasting lubes for arse to mouth ect with all the listed tags... normal water based lube seems to taste sickly sweet, so what are the other choices for making arse-eating, rimming, cum-swapping, felching etc etc more tasty and palatable ?
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"You Still Eat Ass?"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
South Central Michigan—March, 2021 I went back to the same bookstore one other time in March. It was all but deserted… But being me, I still had some fun… I am sitting and stroking to the straight porn in the main area. There is a cross dresser, hidden from view, in the Trans area. I can’t tell if he wants to play or is just luxuriating in watching porn fully dressed. There is a man in the Gay area, too, but he has fallen asleep. I sit and stroke to two guys on the big screen TV—one Caucasian and one Black— working over an incredibly petite Asian woman. She is currently taking the two huge dicks together. I love seeing them rub together as they plow her. The door from the lobby opens and closes—hidden from me by a divider wall. The newcomer rounds the corner. He is a man with a shock of silver hair. His mask covers most of his face. His body is slim and he quickly removes his heavy coat as he checks the Trans area. He walks back and his eyes see my cock for the first time. He slows—but goes on the other side of the room to check out the gay area. A moment later, he comes back and sits on the couch that is next to my chair. He sits on the side away from me—so he can see me more easily and I him. He unzips and takes out a beer can of a dick, with a thick looking foreskin. He fists it, sometimes looking at the porn, more often at me. I stop, shift the mask and drink from my water bottle, then settle the mask back in place. My drinking gives him a full view of my dick. And he loves it. I watch him jerk harder. Moments later he rises and comes over to me. “Can I suck that?” I nod and he kneels. His mask comes off and he goes to work. It is not the best blow job I’ve ever had, but nice. And he loves what he’s doing—which makes up for the occasional lapse in technique. He continually strokes himself—sliding that mass of extra skin over his glans. He gets immense extra credit for tonguing my balls without being told. And he doesn’t suck them into his mouth until they are thoroughly wet—and then they slide right in. He even pulls me forward and licks my taint…stopping just before my tight pucker. This last really excites him. His hand is working his cock furiously. It makes a repetitive wet, slick sound we can here over the squeals of the woman on the screen. “Don’t waste your load,” I tell him. He grunts. And instantly stands up. I rip off my mask. His thick cock jabs into my mouth. His foreskin does not retract, he just spews through it. When he’s done, I use my hand to pull it back and clean his dick of all the stray cum. He squirms a little—but let’s me do it. He thanks me and leaves. A steep admission price for his maybe 15 minutes… * Almost an hour later I am ready to go. There has been no other play. The porn keeps changing loops—often cutting off the cum shots. But the door opens again. A tall, lithe man comes in jeans and windbreaker. He looks vaguely familiar but with his mask I can’t really tell. He may think the same—he nods at me as he makes the tour—only to find we are now all alone in the place. He comes back and sits on the couch. He pulls out his dick. It is every bit as big as mine. And maybe a shade longer. We stroke in silence. He has pulled up his shirt to expose a tight and tautly muscled chest…fuck, he’s familiar. “You still eat ass? And now I know—even with his mask on. He’s the runner—dubbed the Marathoner on here—who back when I started the blog had been a regular, but who I haven’t see him in years. (Eight years it turns out when I check on here later.) He often lets me suck his massive cock for a moment and then wants his hole tongued. No fingers, no dick, no fucking. Just my mouth and my rimming skills. “No one eats ass like you used to…” I get up. I kneel and go for his dick head. He pulls it away and pushes my face down into his hairy nut sack. My tongue starts to caress the hairy orbs, using the same technique I had just experienced. Instantly they pull up into his body. His hand goes to my head. He pushes me down to his hole, bringing his legs up to his chest. It is as tight as ever. I lick across it, reveling in his hairy taint. I get the first groan from him. “You filthy fucker—you know just how to do it.” I burrow in. I spit repeatedly on his hole. I prod at it, my tongue pointed and hard. Suddenly it opens and I sink into him. He grunts. Now, as my tongue begins to fuck him, he begins to whimper—jerking his dick with long, hard strokes. I plant my entire mouth on his pucker and suck. I am rewarded by his ass lips swelling with blood and protruding into my mouth. He moans again, reaches down and pulls my head tighter into his ass—cutting off my air. Finally, his legs come down and I can breathe. “Turn over, on all fours,” I tell him. His head hits the wall when we try it on the couch so we switch to my chair which is pulled out at an angle.. His whole hairy butt is presented to me. I go back to running my tongue down his entire crack. He moans and jerks. His balls have re-emerged with gravity. I lick them until they pull back into his body. I ravage his hole again. I pry his cock from his steely grip and lick the back side length of it. He is juicing. I use my finger to get the pearl of pre-cum off it. I smear it on his hole. He feels it and whimpers again. My tongue pushes it deep into his hole. I spit and push that into him, too. He is stroking again. I think he is on the verge. I burrow in. He fires. Over and over. A huge puddle of cum on the leatherette upholstery. He gets up gingerly to avoid the pool of jizz and thanks me. He all but runs to the bathroom to wash. I look at the cum. 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I quite often will put an ad on Craigslist in the 'strictly platonic M2m' category offering a free, no strings attached, full body massage. I'll mention in the ad that I'm fine with str8, gay or bi men. I don't mention anything about a "happy ending" or sex of any kind. But, of course, the vast majority of guys that answer are interested or at least curious about getting a "happy ending". A few will go farther and fuck me. I had been emailing back and forth with a guy named Matt. Matt had described himself as a 34 year old, str8, but open minded, easy going guy that would be interested in my massage. Unfortunately, Matt and myself were both traveling a lot for our jobs at the time. So, our timing just didn't work out. But, Matt had sent me a face pic that showed him shirtless, down to the waist. He wasn't particularly attractive and had a very skinny body. But, the fact that he was a str8 guy was a turn on to me. I'm home now, after all my travels, for a few weeks over the Holidays. A few days ago I sent Matt an email and told him that I was still interested in massaging him if he was still interested. He wrote back that he remembered our emails and he was indeed interested in a massage from me. We set up a massage for today in the early afternoon. I got to his home this afternoon about 1pm. He met me at the door wearing running shorts and a t-shirt. Just like his picture, he's tall, skinny and not particularly attractive. He invited me in and led me to his bedroom. He had laid out a couple of beach towels on top of his sheets. As I got my massage oil out, he undressed to his boxer/briefs and laid down, face down on the bed. "Do you want to keep your briefs on?" I asked. "What do you want?" he asked. "If you want your hips and buttock massaged, you'll eventually need to take them off. But, it's up to you. However you feel the most comfortable." I told him. He jumped up and pulled his boxer/briefs off and tossed them on the chair. He climbed back onto the bed, laying face down on the beach towels. I removed my clothes, telling him that I was taking my clothes off, so that I wouldn't get oil on them. He didn't say anything. I oiled him up and began the massage. I could hear an occasionally soft sigh or moan coming from him. Barely loud enough to hear. But he was definitely enjoying my relaxing touch. I moved down to his butt, thighs and legs. He spread his legs a bit as I got to his inner thighs. He was giving be all the "signs" that he was open for the massage to go more sensual. I climbed onto the bed, behind him and between his now spread legs. I concentrated my massage now on his thighs and butt. My fingers would brush his asshole and balls. When I got in deep to his inner thighs, he lifted his hips a bit. I slid my hand under him and could see his cock was hard. I spread his ass cheeks and looked at his beautiful hole. I leaned in and licked it. He let out a loud sigh. That was all the encouragement I needed. I dove in and began to eat his hole. He was grinding his ass on my face. I ate him for a few moments, then I came up for air. "Are you ok with this?" I asked. He paused and didn't say anything for a moment, then said, "No. I'm not, really. You're not going to put anything in my ass. You're not going to fuck me. I'm str8, remember?" he said. "Oh, no! I don't want to fuck you. I just want to eat your ass if you like it." I said. He didn't say anything, but he put his ass up even higher. So, I took that as a sign that he wanted my tongue back in his hole. I began to eat his hole again. "Stroke my cock as you lick my ass. You're a fuckin whore. A cocksucking whore. Aren't you?" he said. I stroked his cock as I continued to eat his sweet hole. His cock was about 7" and hard as a rock. But it was very thin. Soon, he flipped over onto his back. I got off the bed and knelt on the edge and began to suck his cock. Because it was so narrow, I was able to easily deepthroat all 7"s of his cock. I'd swallow him to the back of my throat, then milk his cock with my throat muscles. He was loving it. For the first time, he touched me, holding the back of my head as he began to thrust up into my throat. Fucking my mouth like a pussy that was riding him. Over and over again, he'd say. "Yeah, faggott. Suck my str8 dick. You like str8 dick, don't you? What a whore! A fuckin, cocksuckin whore. Fuckin slut!" he grunt. There was anger, aggressiveness and pleasure, all coming out in his voice as he barked at me. I'd reply "MmmnnnHhmmm", I'd moan back with his cock all the way down my throat. I fondled his balls as I sucked. Then I moved a finger to his asshole and massaged his rosebud. He lifted his hips and pushed back against my finger. I spit on my finger and put it back to his hole. I slowly slipped it up into him. I got in so far, I could feel his prostate. It was hard and swollen. As I massaged his prostate, as I deepthroated his cock. I came up off his cock and asked him if he had ever fucked a guy? "No." he said. After a moment he said, "I don't think I want to. And definitely, not without a condom." he said. He paused for a few moments then said, "You got a condom?" he asked. "No. Sorry", I said, then went back to sucking him. For about 5 minutes I alternated between sucking him and jacking him off. "I'm getting close. Where do you want my load?" he asked. "In my mouth. Feed me your cum." I said. I would get him close, but he just couldn't quite cum. He finally took hold of his own cock and was stroking it furiously as I went to his balls and began to lick and suck on his big balls. He was getting very frustrated. He'd get so close to cumming, but just couldn't do it. I was kneeling on the edge of the bed as I continued to suck him. Finally, he pulled himself up and got off the bed. "Stay right as you are. Don't move", he said. He got behind me and spit on my hole. I heard him spit on his cock and he put his cock up to my asshole. I could feel that he was now only partially hard. I didn't think he could slide into me. But, he did. He got his cock into me and I milked it with my ass. I could feel his cock begin to harden again in my ass and he was soon pumping my ass with his cock. Soon he was back to his full hardness. He was now fucking hard and deep. He was slamming his cock into me and slapping his hips hard against my ass as it made a loud slapping sound. He now had grabbed me hard, around the waist and was slamming into me hard and deep. Only about 3 minutes of hard fucking, finally brought him to orgasm. He moaned just slightly, as I could feel his cock throb, as he filled my ass with his spunk. He held his cock in me and slowly would slide it back and forth in my ass. "When I pull out, get your pants on and get out", he said with real harshness. "Yes", was all I said. Finally, he pulled his cock from my ass. As he stepped away from me, I quickly got off the bed and headed for my clothes that were draped across his desk chair. He went into the bathroom and immediately began to shower. From the shower I heard him yell out to me, "You sure you don't have any diseases?" "I'm sure", I said. Laughing to myself. NOW, he's thinking about that. LOL "Don't touch anything. Just get out!" he yelled out. "I'm leaving", I yelled back at him as I passed the bathroom door on my way to his front door. "Thanks for the massage", he yelled back from the shower. "Sure thing." I yell back as I let myself out of his house and head to the door. No doubt, this self described "str8" guy has had many massages and blow jobs from guys before. But, he obviously wasn't psychologically prepared to bareback fuck a gay guy. But, for me it was a "HOT" fuck. I'm always happy to get a str8 guy to cum in my mouth or even better to cum in my ass.
