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Chapter 1 – She Set It All Up Ethan sat on the couch nervous. His girlfriend had brought him to her "special friend" that made amateur porn. She had convinced Ethan to come make a porn video. He knew her special friend was code for dealer and Ethan was ready to start hanging in the clouds with his girl. Jake, the special friend walked up to Ethan. J: Hey man, I heard your girl wants you to be in one of our little videos? E: Hell yeah, been thinking about it all week. Anna said not to worry, that you'd help us out with some favors to calm the nerves. J: Oh yes, it's all part of the deal. You're gonna love my shit. Here try it out. Jake pulls out a prepacked pipe and lighter and hands them to Ethan. J: Go ahead and finish that off and I’ll go find Anna. Ethan lit up the pipe and started to blow his own cloud city. Hit after hit. He was never one to keep a slow steady pace with his T. He was feeling good. He felt like he was the luckiest man alive. He had just turned 18 and thought he was the shit right now. He was getting high for free, was gonna be able to fuck his girlfriend, and get paid. Anna had really sold him on the idea. He took another huge hit and thought to himself the huge bowl was neverending. J: Hey Ethan, Anna is gonna be a bit. She is in the girls room getting herself ready. Here, you must be thirsty. Jake hands Ethan a bottle of Gatorade and he proceeds to gulp about half the bottle. Jake gestures to Ethan to hand over the pipe. Jakes refills the pipe with a huge shard and takes 2 hits before passing it back to Ethan. He starts hitting the pipe again. Ethan loved the chemical taste of the shit this guy was packing with. Ethan couldn’t help himself and just hit and hit until the bowl was finished. J: Ethan, I feel awkward asking this, you know, dude to dude. But did you two follow all the instructions Anna gave you? Even the weird ones? E: Yeah, even the weird one. Anna said she didn’t wanna do any butt stuff and would only due it if I cleaned out too. Something about knowing how it feels. 2 enemas later and we agreed anal was back on the table. Plus she said we should be really clean incase you wanted any close ups from behind. I don’t know why you’d have to get that close to my ass but Anna says its for the close up shots. Ethan smiles up at Jake and shows off his glazed over grey eyes. Jake tells himself he is almost ready and smiles back at Ethan. J: Good, yes that is an awkward one but really important. Oh and I have these for you for inspiration. Nothing worse than a dead dick in front of the camera. Jake hands Ethan some pills. Some he recognizes and some he does not. Ethan downs them without giving it a second thought. J: It gets pretty hot in here sometimes. Please make yourself comfortable while we wait. Take your shirt off and get comfy. Enjoy the vibe of my place. We can always film the beginning sequence later. Ethan zones in enough to realize there is a girl, maybe 2, moaning from the other room. He kicks off his shoes and removes his button up shirt and throws them on the side of the couch. Sitting back down on the couch, he starts rubbing his growing dick. Jake disappears again and Ethan is left alone and chugs down the rest of his (g) drink. He slowly sinks into the couch and starts to space out. He hears to moaning in the background and is now rubbing the full length of his dick in his jeans. His vision goes dimmer and dimmer. He barely makes out a figure coming up to him and pulling his tank shirt over his head before he blacks out. Chapter 2 – Passed out prize Anna pokes her head in the play room and sees Jake already has Ethan in his swing. Anna thought, just on time like always. She walks over and asks if he needed help with the cameras but Jake says everything is already set up and rolling. She helps Jake pull Ethans jeans off. There Ethan just laid there in nothing but his boxers. A: Should I do the honors? J: Oh no, I got this. Jake uses his fingers to open the gap in Ethan’s boxers and rips them apart at the inseam. As he bunches up the rags of underwear, he looks down at his naked twink prize. Everything about the boy was making his dick grow. Jake hands Anna her a roll of bills and a sizable baggie filled with T. J: Ok girl, go ahead and get spun and fuck your real man in the other room. The boy is mine. Anna leaves the room and Jake disrobes revealing his toned body and his 8 inch fuck stick standing straight out. He spends some time to transform his passed out would-be man into the fuck boy he would become. He took a razor and shaved off what little body hair Ethan had at 18 years. Shaved away was the dusting of hair on his legs, underarms, the light patch on his chest between his nipples, his laughable happy trail, and small bush around Ethan’s hard dick. He admires his work, his smooth fuck boy with white as snow body with no tan lines. It was like the boy never played in the sun. Jake licked his lips in anticipation. He zeroed in Ethan’s foreskin and reached down to rub it, just at the tip. He jerked Ethan off a few strokes to get him firm. Jake pulled out a ruler and measured the play thing. The fuck boy was packing a thick 5.5 inch uncut dick. He was so hard that his dick was straight up reaching for his belly button. Already he had a small wet spot where his tip pressed against his tummy. His precum glistened in the light. Jake looked down at his fuck boy and thought he looked like a little angel. He chuckled knowing he’d be a little whore demon soon enough. He just needed to help wake the fuck boy up. Jake brabbed Ethan’s legs and places them in the stirrups properly and then the arms tied to the swing. He moved between Ethan’s legs grabbed a cam and showed a close up of his virgin hole. So relaxed, so unattended. Jake licked his finger and put it against his opening. Rotating motion from his finger helped the opening pucker then relax. Unable to take it any longer, Jake held the cam as he inched his face closer to the rose bud. He sticks out his tongue and licks the forbidden hole. It quivers and then relaxes, the tongue slides in a bit. Repeat, slides in further, until finally he is eating Ethan out. The hole is relaxed a bit now. Jake grabs his special lube prespiked with T. Not wanting to get ahead of himself, Jake puts some of the lube on the fuck hole and pushes it in with his pinky. Ethan lets out a meek sound. He opens a baggie and picks a small shard and places it against his hole and pushed in with the lubed pinky. More meeks sounds Jake leaves his pinky in and can feel Ethan’s body squeazing slightly. Once it stops, he pulls his pinky out and wipes it on his snow white ass cheek. Jake pulls out a selection of dildos and picks the thinnest one. It’s about the thickness of a regular sharpy. He replaces it with another thin dildo, this one the size of a thick sharpy marker. He works the boy hole open until the dildo he is using is the size Ethan’s own dick; leaving it in his ass for now. Ethan was starting to show sign of slight movement and waking. Jake stands goes to Ethan’s side. He kneels down and kisses the boy lightly; flicking the lips with his tongue. The breathing gets heavier. Jake grabs Ethan by the hair and whispers in his ear J: Come on. Wake up fuck boy. Your future awaits you. Jake releases Ethan’s hair and goes down to suck on Ethans dime sized nipple. He moves on to the further nipple and lightly nibbles on it while reaching down to the boy’s leaking head. With some on his thumb, he steps back and rubs the precum on Ethan’s lips and then kisses him again. Again, reaching between the boys legs, this time he lightly plays with his balls and continuous to make out. Chapter 3 – Wakey Wakey Ethan is starting to come to. He is instinctually starting to kiss back. Ethan is coming to but the more he comes to, the more his head is spinning. He is on sensory overload and horny as hell. Nothing is making sense why is he laying down? Well, kinda laying own but not quite. Why can he feel a breeze on his chest? Before Ethan can come out of his fog, Jake pulls out a loaded pipe and torch and holds it up to Ethan’s mouth and instructs him to breath in the clouds while he holds it for him. Ethan just breaths in and blows out clouds. Breaths in and blows out clouds. Soon a whole bowl is torched and it was the good shit. Ethan is in heaven. The chem taste was driving his mouth wild and he clatters his teeth. J: Nothing but the good stuff for my star of the night. Ethan tries to look around him and focus but his eyes are finding it hard to focus. E: Where is Anna? I don’t see her here. J: Oh she was here. She left us because you couldn’t get it up. She was quite distraught. But that’s okay. We agreed to go with plan B. Jake once again bends down to a dime sized nipple and flicks it with his tongue and then engulfs it in his mouth. Ethan moans and closes his eyes. When he opens them he starts to gain a bit of focus. E: What the fuck is going on here? Ethan tries to move his arms but finds they are tied to the sling. He tries to move his left leg and then his right. Both tied to the sling. J: We had to go with a different plan since you couldn’t get it up for the girl. But that’s okay, you seem to really like plan B. Jake touches the boys belly button and slowly runs his finger from belly button to where his pubes used to be, along this hard shaft and finally his balls and taint. He then pulls the dildo that had been in his ass out a bit and then pushes it in. Ethan yelps with the realization that he had something up his ass, feeling it for the first time. The boy tries to break free of his sling but to no avail. E: please stop! Please take it out! I’m not gay! I’m not gay! J: Yeah, me neither. I just like to have a little fun sometimes. And it looks like you do too. Jake reaches down and squeezes the boys hard dick. He releases it and it smacks below his belly button. This confuses Ethan. Why was he hard? Why was he naked? Why was he missing his pubes and other body hair? Before the boy could vocalize any questions out loud, Jake goes down to the boys dick and takes it all the way in his mouth. The boy is in shock. He was sure he wanted out of this situation but he was making his dick feel soooo good. A man. A man was making him feel good. It's at this time that Ethan hears moans coming from the walls. They were there before but he couldn’t make out what they were until now. E: What…? Who …? That is all he can get out before Jake interrupts. J: On that is your girlfriend. She is getting with a bulldozer right now. Since you weren’t man enough to bone her. Not man enough…but that’s okay, you are boy bitch enough for me. That’s why you are so smooth. You’re not worthy of looking like a man naked. And that hard little dick is proof that you are just a boy. Ethan looked down at his tied up body. He was smoothed out like before puberty. He was right, Ethan said to himself that he was a boy. J: That’s okay fuck boy, I can get you to out moan that bitch. He kneels down between the boys legs and pulls out the dildo. Ethan sighs as it pops out. The man steps up and starts to eat his boy hole. Ethan throws his head back and lets out a loud bitch moan. He eats the boy hole for what feels like forever until Jake stops and says “break time”. Jake leaves the room and brings back a bottle of water and assists his captive to drink from the bottle. Jake goes and reloads the pipe and takes a big hit and then another. He walks up to the boy and offers. Like a good chem whore, the boy says yes without thinking. Jake pulls out the torch again and lights the bowl for the boy. The biggest cloud of the night so far escapes the boys lungs. He is urged to take another by Jake and another the same size blows out. J: Okay this time take the hit and hold it. Blow it out when I say, okay? Jake lights it and the boy breaths it in. Jake walks up to the boys head and lines his dick up with his mouth. J: Open up and blow that on me. Do it fag! The boys obeys and as soon as he opens his mouth, the man pushes half his dick in his mouth, blowing the smoke on the man’s dick. J: Again! The boy obeys and takes the hit and then takes the dick in his mouth and blows out. Jake reaches down and jerks the boys off while he is blowing the cloud out. The boy is lost in the good feeling and closes his mouth around the dick. He starts his first blowjob. Jake is able to work most but not all of his 8 inches in the boys mouth. He fucks that and slobber is going all over the boys mouth and face. J: See, you’re a natural cock sucker. Now, lets see if you like it up your ass. Jake goes back between the boys legs. He lubes up the same dildo and pushes it back in his ass. E: Noooo, not that. Please stop! I’m not gay! It’s too big! J: (Laughs obnoxiously) Are you fucking serious? That thing is the size of your tiny cock. That thing couldn’t get any girl off. Lucky for you, you are a boy. And boys have a special button in their ass that they love to get rubbed against. Lucky for you, your tiny dick will still reach your button. We just need to help it out. It will be the best orgasm you have ever had. You want that right? I can help you with that if you stop being a fucking bitch and let me work. E: I… want…so horny. … I’m not gay. Please … cum… J: That’s all I needed to hear. Chapter 4 – A Better Idea The man pulls out the dildo from the boy’s ass and dips it in a baggy of crushed T powder. He lubes up the hole with his finger and then pushes the dildo back in. Ethan’s ass is warm and he doesn’t know what to do. He begins to worry but is calmed by his new Man rubbing his balls. J: See, that feels better now, right? E: Yeah, not that bad. The boy starts to moan as his captor pushes and pulls the dildo in and out. When he thinks he is used to it, he replaces the toy with a slightly bigger toy. Again with the dust and again with the light burning. Again with the moaning. Finally the moment the Man was working the boy up to. He pulls out the toy with a pop. The boy moans disappointedly. J: Don’t worry. I’m just gonna refill the pipe. Oh wait, I have a better idea. Just for you baby. Jake grabs something and stands between the boy’s legs. He pulls out a good sized shard (0.4g or 0.5g) from his bag and pushes it in the boy with his finger. It gets pushed as far in with his finger as he could get before the boys clenched down on the finger. J: Don’t be suck a tease. You can take this. He waves his hard cock around just too low for the boy to see. Jake laughs to himself as he steps up and lines his dick up with the boy hole. He spits down 3 times and lubes his head and shaft. J: Okay, I’m gonna use the toy again to push the stuff further in. Look at me. Look into my eyes. The boy looked back with glazed over eyes. They were like mirrors that he saw himself in. Jake smiled as his dick touched the hole. The boy still had no idea.The man waited for the boy to stop clenching and relax. The second he felt the hole relax, he pushed himself into the virgin hole. The boy screamed and bucked. The boy felt like his ass was on fire and he was being impaled on a pike. The Man just grabbed his boy by the hips and pulled him onto his dick until all 8 inches slide in. He was balls deep in the boy. The once virgin boy. The had already placed his ripped boxers along the sling and reached for them. He shoved them into the boys mouth. J: You feel that? Stop crying and answer me. Can you feel that whole thing in you boy? Ethan mumbled with the boxers in his mouth. Tears running down his cheeks. He nodded his head. J: You like that dick in you huh boy? That real man dick. Ethan just stared, not getting what he was saying. Until a moment of clarity. He had said dick, not toy. The boy’s eyes grew wider (as if that were possible) and bulged. He mumbled incoherently and nodded his head from side to side. His eyes pleaded with his captor but they were met with a bellowing laugh. Jake pulled his dick almost entirely out and then slammed it back into the smooth twink. He did this 3 times before slowing down and giving the poor boy the slow fuck he needed for his first time. In no time at all, the fuck boy was moaning just as loud as his forgotten girlfriend in the background. Everytime Jakes big dick ran against his special button, the boy’s dick would bounce up and down. The boy was allowed to spit out his saliva drenched undies and was having his mouth tongued down while getting plowed. The man pulled out and walked around to the other side of the boy. He released the arm restraints and the boy immediately started to orally serve his host. The Man grew impatient and walked back around to the boy’s hole and started slow fucking him again. With his arms free now, the boy was able to jerk off during this ecstasy and shot his load. It landed on his face and lips. He instinctually licked up all he could from his lips and hand. This was what the Man was waiting for. With the first shot fired, he goes back to piston fucking the boy. After a few minutes, the boy says he has to cum again. They look down at the boys soft dick and watch as cum drizzles from his foreskin. A puddle of cum layed where his pubes used to be.The Man keeps power driving his meat for another minute before slamming his balls into the boy and shooting ropes of cum inside his ass. The man points out the cams around the boy. They look right into one. The boy tears up with the realization of what he just did. J: See, the cams love you. My new fuck boy. Jake slaps the boys creamy white ass and laughs obnoxiously again. J: If you think that was fun, Just wait for your first slam.
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Chapter 1 – Outdoors Is Great My buddy Brian and I have played together a lot. Sometimes, it’s just the two of us, and other times, more guys come over. We’re both ass focused and like to use tongues, fingers, toys, and fists on each other’s holes. Both of us can handle a lot of play. In addition, we enjoy partying when we play. Brian is 52. He’s about 5’7”, 190 pounds, with a stocky body. Short brown hair, and hazel eyes. He’s got hair in all the right places, which for me means a hairy chest, arms, legs, and (most importantly) ass. I’m 48, 6’1”, 200 pounds with brown hair and eyes. I have a full beard and a moderately hairy body. We both have playrooms in our houses, but Brian’s place is more scheduled and on lots of land. His playroom is in a separate building, while mine is in one of my bedrooms. The plan for the weekend was that I’d come over to Brian’s place on Friday and stay until Sunday. That gives us time to play, relax for a while, and play some more. Usually, this means there is very little sleep over the weekend, and returning to work on Monday can be tough. But it’s definitely worth it. I got to Brian’s place around 6. It was summer in the mountains, so the sun was still shining, and the temperature was pleasant. Knowing how private the place is, I undressed in the car and grabbed just a few essentials, like my phone, poppers, some T, and a chest harness. Brian likes me to wear a harness when I’m in the sling so that he can drag me further down on a toy or his arm. I knew there wouldn’t be any need for clothes for the rest of the weekend. I did keep my shoes on. We usually play in the studio space that he has. It’s nice that it’s separate from the house but has a bathroom and a small kitchen area with a fridge for drinks. In the winter, it’s heated by a wood stove. There’s a big TV for porn, and it’s got good WiFi. For new guys who come over, there’s a path that leads from the driveway to the studio, so it’s easy for them to find as well. I headed that way. When I got to the porch, a note was taped there saying, “Head down to the creek.” I knew the way, and we often hung out there on nice days since it was a great place to party and relax. We’d jump in the water on really hot days to cool off. I walked down that way and saw Brian sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs he has down there. Then I noticed that he had also brought the sling out, hanging from a big branch on one of the nearby trees. This could be interesting. Of course, Brian was naked, too. Seeing his cock hard and glistening let me know that he had been playing with it. It also made mine plump up even more than it already was. Even though we are both all about ass, it’s sexy to see a guy naked and hard in the woods. We hugged and gave each other a kiss. He had a nice setup here with the sling. There was a table nearby with lube and poppers, and he had a plastic bin with some of his toys in it. There was a stool at the foot of the sling, and a blanket was spread underneath it all. It looked as comfortable a place to get your ass worked over as any indoor space. Tonight, we started out blowing clouds. We smoked a lot since we knew this was just the start of the weekend. While we were smoking, we were fondling each other, with a big focus on our asses. Brian’s hairy ass is such a turn-on for me. There’s something about playing with a guy with a hairy ass and hole that amps up the excitement for me. Seeing all that hair matted down with spit and lube and watching a toy or a fist dragged through the hair around a guy’s hole unleashes something primal in me. We headed over to the sling, and I told Brian that I wanted to work over his ass. He got in the sling, and I helped him get his feet situated in the stirrups. Then, he heaved his ass a little further down in the sling so that it was spread open for me. I love seeing a guy like this. His ass was presented for my pleasure, and I was ready to pleasure it. I started with some rimming and fingering. While I knew he had prepped for me, his hole had a great, musky smell from being outdoors and doing all the setup for tonight. The smell makes me crazy, and I just drove my tongue into his hole. He responded by reaching down to spread his ass open even more, giving me great access to his hole. When I’m eating ass, it’s more like I’m making out with it. There will be licks, pokes, sucking, tongue swirling, and more. Brian’s hole was responding well to my efforts and was opening nicely. He reached over for the poppers and offered them to me first. I took one hit, and then he started inhaling from the bottle. Brian knew that offering me poppers while I ate his ass would turn me into an ass pig, and I was determined to make his hole feel all the pleasure that I could. Sucking, light nibbling, and driving my tongue deep into his ass made him moan and squirm. I looked in the bin with the toys and pulled out one of his favorites. He’s a fan of Topped Toys, and I was going to start him on Artemis. This toy is more realistic than some of the others and provides a good stretch. I pushed some Slam Dunk into and around his hole before lubing up the toy. Then, I shoved it in his ass all the way to the base. We’ve played together enough that I know what he can take, and Brian’s ass happily swallowed the toy. We got into a nice sling motion as I fucked him with the dildo. It was hot to see his hairy hole expanding around the toy. After I fucked him for a while with Artemis, he wanted to get me in the sling. I grabbed a Gape Keeper from the toybox and shoved it in his ass to keep it plugged and happy while he worked on my ass. Once he was plugged, I helped him out of the sling and climbed in. My bag was over by the chairs, so I didn’t have the harness on yet. Brian likes to start with a toy when he’s working my ass. He grabbed Erebus, which he knows is one of my favorites. It has a nice easy entry head but then widens out with some ribbing that feels great inside. He lubed up my ass and the toy, then waited while I did some poppers before he inserted. Once he knew that I was ready, he slid the head of the dildo into my ass. He worked it around a little bit, inserting it further and further. “Someone’s ass is hungry tonight,” he said. Damn right it was. He had the toy in to the base in no time and started twisting it around and moving it back and forth inside me. I love the feeling of being massaged internally by a toy like this, but a fist feels even better. Brian knew that and was ready with his greased paw when he pulled the toy out. First, he put four fingers into my ass and spread them out while rotating around. This opened my hole for the wider part of his hand. He got me well-prepared and then shoved his fist in. The feeling when his knuckles pass through my hole is amazing, and I shuddered in delight. He pulled back to give me the stretch that he knows I enjoy. With the widest part of his hand stretching me open, he twisted and thrust, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He said, “Let’s take it slow tonight and go smoke some more. I want to use your ass all weekend long.” That was OK by me, so I prepared to get out of the sling. But Brian wanted me to be plugged too, so he grabbed a Lotus plug that he used to fill my ass. Then, we walked over to the chairs and sat down to blow some more clouds. The babbling of the creek, plus the sounds of nature all around was relaxing, and we sat and smoked and chatted for a while. We noticed it had gotten dark, so we lit a few lanterns and carried them back to the sling. I also put on my harness so he could drag me around by it.
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I met this guy on-line about a month ago. He described himself as a sexy Latin guy with a very big dick. I have a thing for Latinos, so I decided to meet-up with him, even though he didn’t have a photograph. I am 23 and have a very nice, tight body and usually pretty picky about the people I let fuck me, so when I met him, I was a little put-off. He was somewhat older than his profile suggested, and he did not have the body I was expecting. His uncut cock, on the other hand, looked very interesting: a full 8.5”, extremely thick, low hanging balls and a thick bush. He repeated several times I would love his cock in my hole, and he was adept at playing with my tits, body and fingering my ass while his cock plumped-up. At this point, my inhibitions were dissipating, and increasingly I was open to his invitation. Hell, I’m being too vague - I was beyond considering his invitation, I was crazy for it: you’ll understand when I say I was in heat. I made my decision, and groaning and turning my ass to him. It should have alarmed me when he grinned, suggesting he knew I would acquiesce, but I was so turned-on I was beyond being critical. I reached for my bag and pulled out a condom but he grabbed my wrist and said "No. You don't want that." I like to say I was seriously weighing-up pulling-up my pants and splitting, when he slipped the knob of his cock against my hole. “You won't believe how good this is going to feel." That was all he said, and I felt my discipline melt. Yeah, I knew it was at very least imprudent, and possibly reckless, but I was incredibly turned on by this dark-skinned, Latino. His dick was huge and hard as a rock and he kept tweaking my nipple. He clearly knew how to play me: he slid a bottle of poppers under my nose and whispered for me to breathe them in. I knew if I did then I would have no control...and in that moment that is what I wanted...to lose control. So, I breathed in the deepest hit I could take and he slid it in and I moaned and cried as he fucked me and shot his load deep in my ass. Afterward, as I was dressing he wrote his number for me and said to call him. I took the number and didn't say anything, so he said. "Don't throw it away. You'll want more. Right now you think you won't, but you will." Two days later, I found myself calling him. I told him how afraid I was of what we'd done but how badly I wanted it again. He said he had something that would keep me from being afraid of barebacking. I asked him what and he told me to come over later that night. When I arrived, he led me back to his bedroom. He had hooked up a sling over his bed. I climbed in and he started fucking me. He said "As long as you are negative, you will always be afraid. You won't ever enjoy this the way you should. Do you gonna stay, or leave?" I felt his hard cock in my ass pounding against my prostate. I could feel that wonderful sense of fullness matched only by the sense I was going to piss myself. I took another big hit of poppers. "Breed me." Which he promptly did. Smiling broadly, he played with my sloppy hole and tits, plied me with more poppers and asked “Want some more, buddy?” When I took a deep hit and replied simply “Yeah.” He picked up his phone and started making calls to his friends. Within a half-hour or so, the first guy arrived, and by that night I ended-up taking six loads of charged cum. The next day I took off work and spent the day in bed. I was a mess for a few days, but he was right. Now I can truly feel free. Now I can experience the pleasure for which I secretly was looking.
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Hey guys, lost my virginity to two guys early this year. The second it happened all I could think about was taking raw loads. The feeling of being totally submissive and feeling a cock pulsate in me is too addicting. I’m totally obsessed now. I am waiting to get on PREP so that I can give in to my urges and become a cumdump. I’m talking regular cumunions, pigweek, MAL. I want to be the bottom that hops in the swing and is a total whore. I really want to it. For you cumdumps, do you regret your decision to become a whore/slut? It doesn’t seem like something you can stop after you start.
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February 20th, 2007, my birthday. I’d been chatting with my gifter for a while. I knew that I wanted it, but I was also afraid. I had thought about it often, but always backed out. He was into chems, fisting, and was poz (REALLY POZ). We had talked on the phone for a while, sharing thoughts, ideas, crazy things that might happen or did happen in our lives, how he had been pozzed, etc. I was a good intelligent man, who just happened to love taking cock. We talked about how he felt when he was fucking, and how much I’d love it, when he seeded my hole. I can see now that he was seducing me to the idea of taking his poz loads and I was eating it up. Taking advantage my weakness, my willingness, but it was ok. I think in my mind it was just a fantasy and the things we talked about weren’t really going to happen, even though I was sort of hoping it would. I wasn’t really going to submit my body to the ravages of HIV; it was just talk, right? So I booked the hotel and the flight to Portland. I arrived that morning, it was raining, but there he was waiting by the baggage claim. He looked more real that I had imagined him to be. Funny how I thought he would have horns, or a dark shadow clinging to him. We got on the tram together and headed to his house. He said it was close. I was nervous now, but he calmed me and told me everything was going to be ok. He’d watch out for me and to trust him. We took the short walk to the house, and he showed me the shower and told me to clean out. I took my time and did a good job, preparing myself for him. When I came back to the kitchen, he had the meth out and was measuring it, mixing it, putting part of it into a needled syringe and part into a syringe that didn’t have needle. I watched fascinated almost hypnotized. I had never seen anything like this before in real life, only on the television. He then looked at me and asked if I was ready. I was scared, but somehow thought it would still turn out to be just a fantasy and that he’d shoot himself up and that would be that. After all, I don’t do drugs. I put on my underwear and followed him out the back door, to a garden shed in the back yard, my soon to be birth chamber. Inside the small shed was a portable heater on the floor, a roll of paper towels, some shelves with dildos and lube, and a sling. I had never been fucked in a sling before, so that was going to be a first for me. The first of many firsts, which would happen to me on that day. He helped me slide into the sling, and adjusted me, so my ass was at the edge and easy access for his use. My feet were pushed through the straps, making certain I wasn’t able to pull myself out of the sling. My head was slightly lower than my ass, but I didn’t think anything of it at the time. Guess, he didn’t want anything to leak out. My cock was hard and standing up, ready for action. He made certain that I was well situated in the sling, and was comfortable since I was going to be there a while. He reached over and got the syringe that didn’t have the needle in it. My hole was still a bit loose from the douching out, so I didn’t struggle much when He inserted into my ass. He pushed down on the plunger saying “This might burn for a bit.” He then walked around to my head and adjusted the straps that went around my wrists on the chains by my head, to make certain I was secured in place. I pulled on the straps experimentally, I was pretty comfortable and my cock was hard, thinking about getting fucked in his sling. I leaned my head back in the sling and tried to relax. I closed my eyes and felt the “burn” he was talking about, but it felt very good. He told me “You’ve just had your first booty bump.” I tried to concentrate on the feeling of my heart beating and the burn in my ass. The temperature seemed to jump and my heart was racing, when I realized that he had slipped his cock into me. It felt so good that I laid back and willed my hole to open to take more of him into me. The fact that he was fucking me bare and was poz only made it hotter somehow. It didn’t seem real; like it was happening to someone I was watching on a porn film. I don’t remember his first load into me, but my body did. All of a sudden, my hole started clenching and pulling, milking his cock with every muscle in my being. I was being impregnated by His seed, and all my body knew was how much it wanted it. It just felt so good to feel his cock inside of me, breeding me, making me his boy, my body instinctively pulling it deeper inside of me to grow. I have no idea how long he fucked me or how many loads he gave me, when he pulled out and fingered me a bit. He moaned at how sloppy my hole was and how open it was. He then walked around to the side of the sling; He tied the sling wrist straps down securely. I was still out of it some, my body screaming for His cock. The fact that I was naked in a garden shed, with a small heater, in February, didn’t matter, I felt hot and flushed and oh so very horny. My head was rolling from side to side and my eyes were closed, but I could hear him moving around. We had talked earlier on the phone about a fantasy of mine. He pulled out a red bandana from somewhere, put it between my teeth and tied it around my head. “Look at me,” he said. I opened my eyes, and watched as he tied His arm with a rubber tube, then took the meth loaded syringe, found a vein and stuck it into his right arm. He pushed the plunger down about halfway, I watched fascinated as the semi-clear liquid went into His arm. He held it there for a few seconds, breathing deep, and then pulled the plunger out, and I saw the red tint of His blood start to mix with the remaining meth to fill the syringe. He pulled off the rubber tube with his teeth. I looked at His face, it wasn’t an expression, I recognized, and his eyes glittered like they were made of black glass. He reached over, tied the rubber tube around my arm, making my veins stand up, and started examining my arm, looking for a good vein. I remember, trying to say “No, no”, but the bandana was muffling my voice. He found the vein and said, “Here”. I remember tightening up a bit, but He had a firm grip on my arm. “Don’t move!” He commanded and for some reason that I still don’t understand, I obeyed him. My eyes widened as I saw him put the needle into my vein and I remember shaking my head from side to side. I started to breathe hard, fast shallow breaths through my nose. This is real! It is going to really happen! I was staring at the blood/meth filled syringe when he said “Look at me.” I looked in his eyes and felt him push the plunger down. He pulled out the needle, massaged the vein for a moment and then untied my gag. I looked at my arm, where I had been injected, and started to freak out. “Oh God, what have I done? What have I done? Help me! Jesus, help me!” I was crying out. I was panting in my terror. He looked at my face and pulled off the rubber tube, allowing the meth and his toxic blood to flow throughout my body. His bugs already starting their deadly work as they barebacked on the meth. He didn’t say a word as the drug took hold of my mind and body. He just walked down to my spread legs, shoved his hard cock into my hole, wrapped his arms around the chains of the sling, started pinching his nipples and began fucking me with full deep strokes. I looked deep into his glittering eyes. I’m sure he saw the horror in my eyes quickly turning into lust as he smiled and said the words I’ll never forget, “It’s too late. It’s too late” At that point, I realized he was right, it was too late. I wasn’t going to escape; I was going to be poz from this day forward. As, my mind tried to cope with that reality, he was delivering another load of seed into my body, and my ass was pulling and flexing, milking every drop into me. The drugs were hitting me hard and only one thing mattered; that was taking every drop of cum from my Father’s balls into me. “Please, please take my last neg load. I give it to you; I want you to have it. Help me give it to you.” I had to cum for him. Right then, the cum leaked out of my soft cock, He saw it, scooped some it up with his two fingers and put them into my mouth to suck clean. “This is the last neg load you’ll ever have.” And then he scooped some up, put the fingers into his mouth, and licked it clean, taking it into his body. My second load came just moments after my last neg load. He repeated the process, only this time; I was shaking, moaning, and begging for his cock. “Is this my first poz cum?” He looked down at me still fucking and said “The first of many, to spread to others.” Which wasn’t true, but in my fucked up mind, I swear that I could feel the bug swimming in my cum. “Yes Father, yes, I want to spread you to others. You’ll live forever in those I breed, just like all those who came before you live in you. Just like you’ll live in me. As I cum in them, part of my seed will be yours.” There was more talk, some of it I remember, some of it only comes to me in my dreams. The drug filled haze of my body and mind, made me into a cum whore. All I wanted was his cock and to be filled over and over with his seed.
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The first time we connected, we agreed to meet in a park where we made our transaction. Several times after that, he would meet me at my house, an hour late, or two hours late, or he wouldn’t show up at all. It drove me crazy, but dealers are hard to come by, and I knew that if I pissed him off, I’d probably have a tough time finding another connection. After we’d met up maybe half a dozen times, I guess he decided that he could trust me, and he started having me meet him at his apartment. That worked out great, no more having to wait around, hour after hour, for him to show up. He would answer the door, we’d make the transaction, and I was on my way. One Saturday afternoon, after the usual frustration of trying to connect with my dealer, I finally got him to answer his phone, and he told me to meet him at his apartment. Fine. At least I wouldn’t waste an entire afternoon waiting for him to show up at my house. No matter how many times I met up with my dealer, I was always extremely nervous, so I got in the habit of taking a couple of big hits on my bubbler, before I left the house. That always made the tension and nervousness roll right off of me. I pulled on a pair of 501’s, my boots, and my black leather motorcycle jacket (no shirt), and headed out. Traffic was good, and parking was easy, so it didn’t take me more than 15 minutes to get to his apartment. Apparently the leather motorcycle jacket look gave him the idea that I was in the mood for some action, because, for the first time, he invited me in. As soon as I was inside, he offered me his pipe, and, of course, I accepted. I took a good hit, then handed it back to him. After we each had taken a few hits, he asked me if I did G. I said, “Sure,” so he went out into the kitchen to mix it up with some Gatorade. He handed it to me, and I drank it right down, as usual. But, man, this was some strong assed stuff ! It made me feel extremely dizzy, and just before I passed out, my eyes closed, and I could feel him unzipping my jacket and tearing open my 501’s. The last thing I remember, I was sitting on the couch, feeling his mouth on my cock. When I came to, I was all put back together, but I was still feeling kind of dizzy. I couldn’t help but notice that, now, there were 2 more men in the apartment. It turned out that one guy was another customer, and the other guy was my dealer’s supplier. The customer was a hot young guy who looked like he was barely of age, if that. He and my dealer were passing the pipe back and forth, and my dealer asked him what he liked. He said that he liked sucking big dicks. My dealer said, “I’ve got a pretty big dick,” and he proceeded to haul it out. He wasn’t kidding. It must have been about 8” long, and quite thick, and cut, with a big helmet head on it. The kid wasted no time dropping to his knees, enthusiastically sucking my dealer’s hard cock. Soon, the kid stripped down, and he resumed sucking. I asked the kid if he wanted to have his cock sucked, too, and he said, “Yeh !” So, I went right to work on him. I’m one of those guys who gets Tina-dick, as soon as I start partying. Not these guys. I was surprised that, even though they’d both been hitting the pipe, over and over, their cocks stayed rock hard. While I happily sucked the entire length of the kid’s cock in and out of my mouth, my dealer placed his hands on the back of the kid’s head, and repeatedly forced his down into the kid’s throat, and held it there until he had to come up for air. It was fuckin’ hot to watch, and I wished that it was my throat that was getting fucked. Several times, the 4th guy in the apartment (my dealer’s supplier) mentioned that he needed a ride back to his house. After a while, the kid had to take off, so I volunteered to drive the supplier back to his house. Every time I think of that afternoon, I could kick myself for not hanging around. Maybe I could have had a nice long session partying with my dealer and sucking and riding his big cock. It was about a 30 minute drive to the supplier’s house, and we exchanged small talk, then he suddenly blurted out, “Have you ever thought about becoming a dealer ?” I admitted that I hadn’t, and he proceeded to give me kind of a soft sell proposition. “You want some real quality shit, not that stuff he’s dealing you, that’s been cut so many times that you can hardly raise a decent cloud.” Well, he was certainly right about that. I told him I’d give it some serious thought, and I’d let him know. When we got to his house, he said, “Come on in. I’ll show you some real quality shit.” No way was I going to refuse THAT offer. I parked the car, and we went inside. Having never been in a supplier’s house, I didn’t know what to expect, but it looked pretty much like any other average house. He quickly gave me the ten-cent-tour, casually mentioning the sling that was hanging from a couple of beams in the ceiling of one of the bedrooms. Of course, my eyes lit up when I saw that. Back in the living room, he told me to have a seat, while he went out to the kitchen to get a couple bottles of water. When he returned, he also had what I was pretty sure was his “stash” kit. Smart guy, I thought. Being a supplier, he must have had a fairly large quantity of Tina, well hidden, somewhere in the house, and he kept a small “stash kit,” just for regular use. “Have you ever done hot rails,” he asked me ? I said that I had done, a couple times. “Wait’ll you try this shit,” he said. “This shit will knock you on your ass ! But, in a good way.” And, he laughed. I was surprised that the only thing in his “stash kit” was one small baggie, about half filled with very finely crushed Tina. Again, he was being smart, not keeping everything in one place. From one room, and then another, he retrieved a large mirror, a long glass rod, and a lighter. After placing the mirror on the coffee table, in front of me, he layed out a couple of fat lines of the Tina, then he proceeded to move a steady blue flame up and down the tip of the glass rod. When he determined that the glass rod was blistering hot, he handed it to me, and said, “There you go. Do that one,” pointing to one of the lines on the mirror. I put the glass rod to my nose, and very quickly sucked up the entire line of finely crushed Tina, holding the smoke in my lungs for a second, before blowing out a huge white cloud. “You feel that,” he asked ? He already knew the answer. He could see my bulging eyes and dilating pupils,as the rush intensified and i gasped for breath, my head and chest feeling hot, and my heart beating a mile a minute. Again, he laughed. Suddenly, I felt an urgent need to get out of my clothes, which I did. I could feel my hole twitching, and I couldn’t keep my hands off my cock as I watched him reheating the glass rod. Then, he handed the rod to me, and told me to continue heating it. “I’ll be right back,” he said. When he returned, he was minus all of his clothes, and wearing nothing but a steel cock ring and a pair of black leather chaps, with his big black cock hanging down, very thick and heavy. Showing a big grin, all I could say was, “Whoa !” “I thought you might like that,” he said, as he took the glass rod from me, and heated it a little more, before he bent down and snorted the second line. Immediately, he grabbed the back of my head, and pressed his lips to mine, and shotgunned the cloud into me, completely filling my lungs. Now, I really was reeling. “Chug down that bottle of water, then follow me,” he said. I was more than happy to do as I was told. He handed me a black jock strap, and said, “Here; try this on.” I pulled it on, glad to cover my ever shrinking Tina-dick, and turned back and forth to see if he approved. He smiled and nodded. “Go ahead and hop in the sling,” he told me, which I was more than happy to do.
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This is based on a true story and it happened just about 4 years ago. I had been fairly new to the scene had probably fooled around with about 6 guys mostly giving and receiving oral and had been fucked once. I was on this hookup site and had been talking with this guy for a couple days trying to get a feel for him as he was for me. He asked me what I was into and what I wasn't. I told him that I was fairly new to the scene and had probably fooled around with about a half of a dozen men mostly giving and receiving oral and had been fucked once. Some of the things I would like to try is some ass play more on receiving and maybe some toys but til I have more experience getting fucked. He told me that he was versatile(more a versatile bottom) and how he likes to get fucked and have toys used on him(he had sent me some pictures of the toys he had) and that he had a lot of toys and most of them were very big and thick. He also said that he had a playroom that had a sling,a fuck bench and some other things. He asked if I ever PNP. I asked him what did he mean(never heard or did T) he said some guy like to PNP with T because they are more wild and like feeling that warm rushing feeling. I said I don't think that I could do anything like that(for personal reasons.) He seemed ok with it. We decided to meet up that following weekend at his place. He had informed me that he had a couple roommates but that they probably would be out for the night. I had gotten there on a Friday night around 8 and we started talking. His name was Chris he was about 5'10 160 lbs with short brown hair and eyes and he had a goatee and about 55 years old. He was in good shape and from what I could make out from the sweat pants he had on he was more than average size(and cut.) While talking he asked if I wanted anything to drink so I said sure he went to the cabinet and grabbed 2 glasses as he did I noticed him looking in the glasses( figured he was making sure that they were clean,come to find out the glass he gave me had G in it.) He handed me my glass and I took a big gulp as I was thirsty. We talked some more I had finished the glass he gave me and I had asked if I could use the bathroom and he pointed me towards the bathroom when I had come back out the glass was full again and he said grab your drink and let me show you the playroom. As we were walking to the playroom I was taking sips from the glass and I started to feel funny(but in a good way) I felt a little light headed and really horny but I didn't think it was from the drink he gave me because I had watched him pour the juice in it. And he seemed perfectly normal so it couldn't be the juice. When we got to the playroom I was starting to feel really hot and asked if it was ok to take my shirt off he looked at me and asked if I was feeling ok and I said yeah I just started to feel really hot and he said ok as he was showing me around the room I couldn't help looking back to the sling(it was a nice size one and it had straps on all 4 chains that held the sling up that was hanging in the middle of the room and the fuck bench looked very comfortable as the padding on it was thick( just by feeling it) he noticed that I kept looking over at the sling and he said you like that. For the first time I went to say yes but it sounded like I started to slur my words and I was feeling really light headed and more horny than I had ever felt. He said you sure your ok you don't look good. I said I just feel a little light head and he said why don't you get in the sling here I will help you. As he helped me into the sling and I laid back he took my left wrist and put in the strap that was behind me and tightened it up and did the same to the right wrist but I didn't notice it at first as I was still feeling light headed and I wasn't really paying attention to him until he started to remove my pants as I went to stop him that's when I realized that he had strapped my wrist up and he continued to remove my pants and boxers off then he took my left leg and pulled it back til he thought it was in the right place and then did the same to my right leg as he put the straps on my ankles. After he was done I could feel that my ass was slightly lifted up and off the sling. I asked him what is he doing and he said that he had plans for me and that he wasn't a versatile bottom and that he likes to make guys think that he is and once he gets guys here he likes to get them high(he had told me the reason I feel the way I do is because he had put some G in my drink) and likes to have other guys come and use the guy he invited over. He said when he saw and read my profile that he waited to message me til he was sure that he could get a few guys he knew would be interested in using me. Then he said he had placed something on another site he belonged to and said that he would be hosting a new guy who wants to be used and that he likes big cocks and toys. He said that he was surprised by all the guys who were interested and most suggested that it would be even hotter that if the guy was feeling wild and piggy as he walked over to the table and opened up a black bag that was on the table and pulled out a bag that had something that was clear and crystal like and crushed it up and then he pulled out a needle and put some of that clear crystal like substance in the needle and then he put some water in it. After he shook it up for a minute or 2 and then he grabbed what I knew was a tourniquet and put it around my arm and tightened it up and just before he put the needle in my vein he said this should be good to start with as I noticed that he had about a .4 and once he saw the blood he said away we go as I watched him push the plunger down and just before he finished pushing what was in the needle I started to cough and this feeling I never experienced before started to take over my body. I felt this warm rushing feeling run threw my entire body and it felt like my asshole was on fire I literally could feel it pulsing and throbbing. He pulled the needle out and said how you feeling as he stood where my ass was and said you must be feeling good as I felt him start to rub my pulsing and throbbing hole and I couldn't stop him if I wanted to as my wrist were still strapped up. Then he went to his bag again and pulled out another needle but this one didn't have a needle on it and he filled it half way what I thought was water(but it was more G) then he put a little bit of lube on and in my hole as he stuck the needleless needle in my hole and I could feel my hole start to burn a little bit and he said it will only last a minute or 2 but It will make me feel really good I had already started to feel good from the slam he gave me but once that g started to kick in my only thought was to have my hole played with or fucked really good. He said that his friends will be here soon and that he had to go get ready as well then he walked behind me and put a blindfold on me and then he unstrapped one of my wrist and said you will need this it's a bottle of poppers. I was thinking why would I need poppers he said that he will be back soon. I heard him moving around and then I felt something wet in around my hole and whatever it was he made sure that there was plenty and then I heard the door open but right before he shut the door I heard this noise and felt something pushing against my hole as he said enjoy it and shut the door I couldn't believe he had not just left me like this and to top it all off he had lied to me and now I am so high and horny and I can't get away. Even though he unstrapped one of my wrist I couldn't reach my other wrist or my ankles to unstrapped them. And then whatever was pushed up against my hole had slowly starting to open and stretch my hole I took a hit from the poppers and I could feel my muscles in my hole start to relax and then whatever was going in my hole drew back. I put the poppers on my chest and took the blindfold off and when I looked down between my legs that were still pulled back I saw this big and thick dildo(one that I definitely was not use to playing with) and it was attached to a fucking machine and it started to push back in my hole as I started to moan then I heard the motor start to get a little louder as the machine seemed to go a little faster. This continued for about 15-20 minutes and I was so high and horny and the dildo was now going faster and deeper that unconsciously I started to move my hips back and forth meeting each fasting thrust and then my hips started to move up and down as well as back and forth, I never felt my hole being opened and stretched like that I was so into getting fucked by this big and thick dildo that was not only opening and stretching my hole up but now it's going in and out of my hole that I didn't even hear Chris come back into the room til he started talking and when I looked I saw him standing behind the fucking machine looking at my hole getting fucked fast and deep he said well it looks like your ready for the real thing as he stopped the machine moved it away and walked to the table opened the baggie up and pulled something out of it walked back to me and started to push 2 fingers in my hole and I felt some burning as his fingers slid out then he said my 3 friends should be here soon and they want you primed up and ready to get your holes used More to come soon
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Hey guys. A new story for you. This'll be two chapters, and yes, the second chapter is already written. I'll post it soon. xxx My Boy’s First Dildo Chapter 1. I’ll be the first to admit to having a solid thick six inches swinging between my legs. It’s not massive, but it is thick enough to stretch out a hole nicely. When my boy, Brian, and I started dating, I’d had a lot more experience than him. He’d had a few fuck buddies and a boyfriend or two, but he’d mostly just done oral. He confessed to me that he fantasized about taking POZ cum but wasn’t quite ready. I let him know that that didn’t freak me out and I might know a buddy who could help when he was ready. In our first times together, I made it clear to Brian that I prefer to top. I can bottom in a pinch, but I much prefer to top, preferably raw, preferably in an opened-up hole that I can fuck for a long time. Brian and I had been casually dating for a few weeks and things got more serious. Our dates would end up at his place or mine, with us switching blowjobs and me eating his hole and loosening him up with a finger or two. Last month, he let me tease his hole with the tip of my cock, and then asked me to bag up to get the whole head inside. He said it felt so good that he needed to cum and shot a big load before I was more than two inches inside him. He wasn’t in the mood to get fucked after he’d cum, so it meant I needed to pull out and jerk off on his tight abs. We met up a few times a week until I was briefly balls deep, protected by a condom, inside him. It was like a switch. As soon as something went inside him, he’d cum, always without touching his own cock. I told him he needed to practice more so he’d let me fuck him longer. I’d never been inside him raw and told him that as tight as he was, he’d make me cum immediately without the de-stimulation of the latex. I suggested we get him a dildo a bit bigger than my cock and we could properly train his hole to take my dick and eventually my cum. He thought hole training was a great idea and I told him we’d get him set up. After work, we met up and I drove to a seedy sex shop. I called on the way over to make sure my good pal Kyle was working. I’d brought a boyfriend or two before to Kyle for his expert help opening up tight holes. I stayed close as we toured the shop, but let Kyle do the talking. I knew Brian was in good hands. I introduced Brian to Kyle and we took a quick walk around of the shop, looking at some chastity cock cages, handcuffs and restraints, buttplugs, poppers, and some videos. I mentioned that Brian got off on POZ fantasies from time to time. He blushed but nodded. Kyle showed him a whole rack of bareback DVDs starring known POZ pornstars. Brian was practically panting and asked about different types of lube and toys. Kyle explained the importance of good lube saying he’d never put his cock in drugstore lube again. Brian grinned and asked which was his favorite. Kyle smiled and showed Brian a tub of mineral oil-based cream lube. As he held up the jar, Kyle said, ‘this is my second favorite lube. Raw cum is my favorite.’ We all chuckled at that. He told Brian how silky smooth it felt, and how it was great for toys and even fisting, but not condom-safe. He explained that the lube might wear down latex causing it to break. Brian nodded and said that shouldn’t be a problem as he’d only be letting me fuck him raw. Kyle muttered, ‘we’ll see about that…’ and winked at me. I could feel myself getting hard. Kyle showed Brian a selection of glossy black silicone dildos. He explained that these wouldn’t degrade with the oil-based lube. He went on about how easy they were to clean after play and asked Brian if he’d like to try it out. Brian gasped, ‘here?’ Kyle nodded and said the store had a strict policy of encouraging all customers to try out their toys before paying as returns couldn’t be accepted. Kyle asked me to whip my cock out, as if he hadn’t seen it before, so he could choose one a little bit bigger than me to get Brian nicely opened up. I unzipped my pants and Kyle took out a measuring tape. ‘Just over a solid six inches long,’ he said, licking his lips. I could see Brian blush, but I could also see him getting hard, and a nickel-sized dark spot of precum seeping through his jeans. Kyle suggested that Brian get undressed and climb into the sling at the back of the shop. As Brian went into a fitting room to discretely change, Kyle locked the front door of the shop and hastily scrawled a note and taped it to the door. My dick was still out when Brian came out, naked, and hard and drooling precum. Kyle and I helped him into the sling, and I gently placed his sneakered feet into the stirrups by my shoulders. I scooted his ass to the edge of the leather seat so his hole was hanging over the edge. Kyle suggested I get out of my clothes, so they didn’t get stained with the lube and I gladly obliged. Brian was grinning and staring at my dick, then directing his gaze to the toy in Kyle’s hand. Kyle’s other hand rested on his crotch, cupping what I knew to be a solid eight-inch uncut cock. I knelt down and lapped at Brian’s hairy hole. He was so tight. I made sure he was having a good time and he eagerly nodded. I lubed up my finger and slowly worked it into his hole. His face alternated between a grimace of pain and a sigh of pleasure. He was really liking the lube and the anal stimulation. Kyle slapped the hefty dildo against Brian’s hole and I smeared some lube on it. Brian put his hands behind his head and told us he was ready. Kyle aligned the big-balled base to his crotch and pushed gently forward, using his body to keep Brian’s tight hole from pushing the dildo out. Brian asked for more lube and I obliged, running my hands around the spot where the dildo was slowly slipping inside him. Brian looked at me and his eyes got big. ‘Hey, babe?’ ‘Yeah,’ I asked. ‘Do you think Kyle should take off his pants?’ ‘Why would he do that,’ I innocently asked. ‘We don’t want that lube splashing on his clothes, do we?’ I concurred and invited Kyle to disrobe. Kyle gladly guided my hand to the dildo now partially embedded in my boy’s lubey hole and took a step back. He yanked his clothes off and his long cock tumbled into view. It was a good inch longer than the silicone dildo. Brian literally started drooling at the sight of that hole-stretcher. Kyle stepped forward and reached to a cup mounted to the wall beside the sling. He got out a condom and opened it. Brian looked confused and Kyle pointed to his cock, now fully engorged, red, and a little angry-looking. Kyle’s cock was shiny and oozing precum. ‘I’m POZ, Brian. I should bag up, ya know, just to be safe.’ Brian looked a little dejected and I saw the beginnings of a pig born right there. Brian nodded and Kyle slipped the condom on. It only went half-way down his shiny red shaft. Kyle resumed his position, his body, naked except for a condom, lined up perfectly with my boy’s hole. He placed the base of the dildo to his pubes and gently eased his body forward. His sheathed POZ cock was inches away from my boy’s lubed-up hole and getting closer every second. To be continued…
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So as I ve stated before about prep and undetectable, poz ,unmedicated prep and poz guys, I enjoy the fantasy/reality feeling bare cock in my hole and having fun with it and take responsibility for it Well so last night 2/4/23 , hubby and I had a hot fuck session with this cute cute cute "straight but curious" fitness trainer guy..this isn't fiction, but reality, and I want to share. This " straight curious" guy had been hitting me up on Squirt.org for a little while and he was interested in meeting and experience man on man sex. Not making this up, he's a fitness trainer with the beginnings of nice definition. I asked him what drew him to me and he stated it was because I looked like a nice guy and cute enough to fuck. I laughed in the text exchange and politely informed him the hubby and I are guy next door types and didn't want to disappoint him. Apparently he was cool with it, because he came over. We could tell he was nervous, by the way he was talking to be heard and his body language was observed a little nervous, kinda like excited fun nervous. He drank water, hubby and I had wine, we talked about pets and after a little while trying to connect on some level, we initiated the direction of the evening to our hot tub. We all three got naked in the hot tub, he began to relax as we began touching feet to feet and putting each others foot on the other guys crotch. Hot tub water felt good and very warm.There's something about having a foot rub on your cock in the water. MMmM. Heheh , so after about 30mn we were getting hot and we were getting the feeling we were all ready to get busy. We got in the house, rinsed off and all. The three of us plopped down on our king size bed. We let our new buddy lay on his back and get between the two of us. Hubby and I began tantric style touch, then hubby went down on our new friend first. His cock pointed straight up at a diagonal, rock hard, smooth meaty ball sac. Nipples were perky, nice and pink and he was smooth to the touch except for his blondish brown medium length beard. His beard felt good as I was kissing him. I was appreciative that he wanted to kiss back. Hubby meanwhile was licking this guy's nuts. We didn't force or push or rush the pace. It went kinda natural. He licked my balls a little bit while I hovered over him in a teabag style position and my hubby was nibbling on his left nipple. I asked him if I'm could eat him out and without hesitation he said sure. I tell ya what, his smooth skin with lightly bushy pubes had this authentic " been to the gym "workout sweat smell to his crotch. Fresh musk is attractive to me... Anyway, I could tell he liked his ass played with. I had this guy on his back legs up and while on my knees with a pillow underneath them while at the edge of our king size bed...Man on man, I licked his freshly made musky balls and medium pink hole that was absent of any pubes below his balls and hole. He was God to honest truth rocking in rhythm to me rocking him, letting my tongue go up and down his taint and hole with a pattern of tongue fucking his hungry straight curious hole needed. My husband began sucking his cock in tandem with my ass eating, as this guy was slowly getting rocked in synch with our rhythm. Hubby had to stop cock sucking only after a minute or two of both of us going down on him. He was about to cum and he wanted to last longer.....heheh hubby and I was Iike, okay handsome. Eventually we gravitated to the playroom and I got in the sling first. Now I wish I was able to get my poz talk on, however I knew the hubby and this cute gym guy would have instantly gotten turned off by it, so I'm just kept it to head space. In our playroom we have a sling and I got in it. Cute guy was only a top. The hubby is mainly a top. I was the only verse person in the group was me. I was happen to oblige without hesitation. Let me tell ya, between a good popper rush, pot gummy and nice size cocks going in my hole, some how I lasted in total about 2.5 hours in the sling. I had to take a break at one point and had him switch up with me to get in the sling. I ate his hole out and the hubby lubed his cock well and again the hubby and I formed a rhythm between him slow stroking this guy's and me eating this hungry " straight guy" ass. This guy didn't last but 3 minutes and he came, shooting all over his muscular belly. Fucking hot as hell. I truly believe after a few more sessions with this cute fucker, we'll get to fuck this guy with our cocks instead of just our tongues. So I got back in the sling after cum shot #1 from fitness stud. I willingly let my hubby and this guy continue to fuck me. Let's just say I had the poz talk in my headspace. All poppered up and buzzed on pot, I was in heaven. Both the hubby and this guy breed my hole and Ioved it. I kept pregnant they were wanted to share their hot poz loads trying to convert me to their poz brotherhood, challenging my neg status and telling me they wanted own my neg hole and breed.me.with their poz cum. Eventually, the hubby got to cum in my hole after the fitness guy...it got my husband turned on to all that warm lube and the muscle guys cum. After all was said and done, I pretended in my head, I got loaded up with poz cum like in some of the stories I've I ve been reading on this site. Being on prep made me feel comfortable with the fitness guy seeding my hole. Between fantasy and reality...Fuck last night was hot. I hope you guys enjoyed the story. It was a fun night last night. I figured I share with you guys.
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Derrick and Jacob Re-open the Playroom
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
West Michigan—January, 2022 Derrick and Jacob and I used to meet up about once a month. The pandemic has totally destroyed that. We have seen each other a couple of times in the last two and a half years when the three of us felt comfortable to meet. In the middle of January, we decided to get back together. It felt odd for about 10 minutes…and then we were right back to where we left off. We had a very long chat session to help get us back in tune. Derrick and I were dressed—and Jacob was in full rubber with a zip that could open the suit to get to his ass. We drank tea and caught up. And I kept imagining opening that zipper and feasting on Jacob’s hairy ass. Eventually, we moved from the living room to the den, where porn was playing. Derrick and I shed our clothes and sat next to each other on the couch. Jacob knelt before us, now having added a rubber head piece that covered his head and eyes—leaving just his mouth open. Derrick moved his head over to my thickening cock… “Suck him. Get him hard.” Jacob is eager. He opens wide. And takes most of my cock deep into his throat. He pulls off. “I forgot how big that is…” he murmurs and goes back down on me. This time to the root. His days of not being able to take all of me are long over. He goes down on me two or three more times before I move his mouth to my balls—and then to Derrick’s dripping dick. I go to the floor. I unzip the ass crack of his suit. Jacob re-adjusts his kneeling position to give me easier access. I lean forward and taste his ass for the first time in months. He is damp from the suit—and tastes salty and wonderful. I dig in and spit on his pucker as he noisily sucks his partner. I have to fuck him. I lube myself as I eat him out. The suit is tight—it is keeping his ass cheeks quite close together. I rear up—and enter him. I feel the zipper teeth scrape me a little, but it’s worth it to sink into him. Jacob stops sucking for a minute as I stop moving. He pants—and when he goes back to sucking Derrick, I know I can continue the fuck. I do. Not for long. But it’s a hot sight to see my very white cock plow into the black rubber stretched so tightly across his ass. “Let’s make this easier.” Derrick stands up and gets the thin bench they use in this room. I pull out and help Jacob up. Derrick and I both guide the sightless Jacob him to the bench and get him in place. Derrick stands at the front and feeds his boy his cock. I go back to a little rimming, while I re-lube. I stand up and, while still tighter due to the suit, it is an easier access. I fuck him—hard enough to really push him down on Derrick’s dick. We only stop when his knees get tired. “Why don’t you lose the suit and see how warm it is downstairs,” suggests Derrick. Jacob leaves us together to wriggle out of it in the shower. Derrick and I embrace. He sucks my cock—loving the taste of Jacob’s ass all over it. Then he climbs on the bench. I lick up and down his ass crack before zeroing in on his hole. He squirms in pleasure. “Go easy on me—it’s been a long time.” I stand up. I slide in, wait and begin the stroke. Derrick bucks back on me. He meets each thrust. The small room is filled with the sound of my slender hips slapping into his full ass. Jacob arrives and watches, nodding approvingly. “Take it all!” Derrick needs to move. We grab more water and go down to their delightfully overstocked playroom. Things have changed slightly. The sling, hung from the rafters, has shifted 90 degrees, so I am standing at the foot of it with a lot more space around me. Jacob, naked now, hops in first. I eat him again. I fuck him again. I grease up my left hand as I fuck. I move from my dick deep inside him to three of my fingers, barely breaking the fucking motion. Soon enough it is my whole left hand. “Are you going to add your cock, too?” I nod. I leave my hand in place and my cock slide down my wrist. The fat head goes in easily. My fingers open inside him and my shaft fucks between my middle and fourth fingers. Jacob groans. Derrick, sitting to the side, watching my every move, gropes himself. I pull my dick out. Then my hand. I go right back in. Hand. Cock. Fuck my fist deep in Jacob. I grease up the right. I reverse it all. Right. Cock. And fuck that fist. Jacob can’t keep his hand off his cock. Watching me use his ass in the mirror above is making him stiffen up. “Can you find me a small dildo,” I ask Derrick. He brings back something I would not remotely call small. I grease it up and work it slowly into Jacob. Jacob pants and his erection subsides. I move it in a slow rotation, making him feel the stretch. “I want something small enough I can use it to double fuck him.” Derrick arrives with another toy. The perfect size—a nice seven inch dick. It is greased and inserted. I add myself. Jacob’s eyes tell the story as my cock supersizes his hole. Soon enough I go back to just my hands. One and then the other. At one moment, I am close to getting them both in at once. “Break,” pants Jacob. I clean up a little and help him out of the sling. He goes off to get rid of the extra lube and Derrick takes his place. “Do you need a break?” he asks. (We have been going all afternoon.) I shake my head and kneel to taste his fucked ass. He groans—and asks for some lube for his cock. I give him my bottle, never taking my mouth away from his ass crack. Once I get my fill—and make my cock rock hard again—I stand up and fuck him. I love watching Derrick’s eyes roll up into the back of his head. He stops stroking to concentrate on the sensations I am creating in his ass. His eyes come back into focus and to the mirror above him. He watches my cock split his ass in two. I slow down. Pull out. Grease up my left. It takes me longer to get into Derrick. I am guessing he hasn’t had as much ass play during the lockdown. But I finally get in. “Add your cock…” I nod. He’s read my mind. My wet dick slides down my wrist and goes into him as well. I try to keep my hand a fist inside, but it feels better to have it open and to fuck between my fingers. Jacob returns. He loves seeing Derrick used—and knows just what his partner is feeling. I fuck a little with just my dick. I start working the right hand into him. Jacob knows what is needed. He covers Derrick’s nose and mouth with his fragrant armpit. It works like poppers—my hand is all but pulled into place. I add my cock and fuck. Soon I move to just hands. Back and forth. Derrick groans. He has suddenly had enough stretch. We stop. Derrick asks how he can get me off—but we all agree that dinner sounds better… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Derrick and Jacob Re-open the Playroom (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 3, 2022 -
Keshawn Takes the Loads
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Indianapolis—December, 2021 A few days after Christmas, I went to Keshawn’s home in Indy. We both had an itch that needed to be scratched. I took the sling. It rained heavily, all the way down, lightening up just enough when I arrived not to get myself fully soaked as I grabbed the bags from the car. I set the sling up behind the couch as Keshawn found us appropriate porn to fuck by—in this case An Epic Orgy with 14 men rutting in a bar. (And featuring two men, Jake Morgan and Clay Towers, I have had my cock deep inside.) I slid the tarp under the sling to protect his carpet and we were ready to go… Keshawn stands in front of the couch. I sit on it to tie my boots. His huge cock slaps me in the face. I forget my laces and take him into my mouth. Fuck, he is so damn thick I feel like I can’t help but scrape him with my teeth—my mouth is stretched so wide open. But he doesn’t seem to care—or he’s used to it. He moans as I tongue his piss slit. I take maybe half of his dick down my throat—I just can’t do more. He pulls out, kneels between my legs and sucks my drooling cock. I lean back and close my eyes, letting the tensions of the three hour drive evaporate. Keshawn doesn’t forget my balls. He gets them good and wet. “Let me eat your ass,” I finally murmur. He heads for the sling, but I tell him to bend over the back of the couch. He bends, watching the men on the big screen TV. I kneel, pull his generous black cheeks apart and drill into his warm hole. “Oh, fuck…” His hole is so ready for me—just a few pokes of my tongue and he is flowering open. But I don’t stop. I lick and spit until Keshawn is groaning. Only then do I stand up and work my greased cock into him. He could just take it, his hole is so ready, but I want him to feel every inch as I push it into him. I stop and pull back each time—giving him just a little more on the forward stroke. His mouth may not be begging for all of it—but his ass sure is—it greedily takes every inch I give it. Finally, I bottom out, my overgrown bush grinding against his ass lips. “Fuck me!” I oblige. Slow and long strokes—letting both of us savor it all. But I can’t help myself. I am soon fucking much faster—actually in time with one of the hairy, hot tops on the screen. I slow down and pull out. I taste his hole again. He is so damn juicy—already. I savor it and swallow. “Let’s do the sling.” I get Keshawn into the stirrups. I love looking at his long, lanky body lying there. I go to my knees and eat his hole briefly. I can get my tongue in so much deeper with him on his back. But soon my cock replaces it. I thrust hard and fast—truly jack rabbiting his puffy hole. Keshawn’s breathing is as hard and heavy as my own as I pump into him. His hand strokes his never soft cock. I slow down. I change to a very deliberate stroke—only giving him half my length repeatedly and then surprising him with the whole shaft. Each time I give him the full length he groans—and his hand stops flogging himself. His ass is getting wetter. I have to stop and taste him again. I lick and spit some back into him. I lick his ass jizz out again and this time I swallow it down. I stick my cock back in his wet mancunt, get it good and wet and take it to his mouth. He licks me clean, craning half of his upper body out of the sling. “Now you know why I can’t keep my tongue out of you…” I go back and fuck him, hard and fast… * I want his ass in a different position. I unhook the stirrups and move them down his leg from his ankle to his knee. Then I pull his leg towards his chest and hook the stirrup next to his head. I do the same to his other leg. I kneel and rim him deep. Again, the change of position allows for even more access. Keshawn is stroking hard. I stand up and fuck him. Balls deep on every stroke. He grunts on every hard thrust. He is loving it. His moans are the kind that make me work even harder. I relax his legs to the regular sling position. The other is great—but tiring, even for the really flexible. Once in place, I let him hit the poppers before I fuck him again. Just as hard. Listening to the steady smack on my hips on his generous ass cheeks. Over. And over. Keshawn groans—and shoots a massive load all over himself. I pull out and bend to taste some of it. Then I coat my cock with his cum. “Can you keep going?” “Yes...” “I am fucking your cum into you. Take it.” I have smeared vast amounts of jizz on my rampant cock. I look down and see it froth around his ass lips. Keshawn takes it like a man—but I can see the post orgasm fuck is harder for him. I take a hit of his poppers. I kneel and lick all the cum off the outside of his hole. I stand up and sink into him. I am firing off instantly—replacing all his jizz with a large load of my own… And the largest snow of December dumped on me for the last two hours of my trip home… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Takes the Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 20, 2022 -
Fun at the Bathhouse I went to the bathhouse with a sexy friend who makes it clear that he takes all loads. There was a line to check-in, full of sexy men. My pal got buzzed and it took ten minutes for me to get to the counter. We somehow got separated and by the time I was undressing at my locker, my friend was already doing laps through the dimly lit corridors. I lost track of him here and there but kept an eye on my friend as he hunted for raw dick. There was a younger couple holding hands a few places in line behind us, one of whom looked excited and the other looked nervous. I nodded to them and made a point to keep my eyes open for them inside. My pal did the rounds from the private cabins, many of which had open doors with a guy ass up on the padded bench they called a bed. I went took a shower and jerked off a bit as guys walked by checking out my body and my meat. I soaked in the hot tub and a guy sat next to me. Ten seconds later, his knee was pressing against mine. A minute later he was jerking me off as he fingered his hole with his other hand. He leaned over and asked if I had a room. I knew all the rooms were occupied and there was a waiting list, so I shook my head. Clearly, the guy wanted to get fucked in a room. I was feeling warm, so I took a cool shower before heading to the dry sauna. I made sure to sit by the door so I could see if my friend passed by. A few minutes later, my pal saw me, and he joined me in the sauna. A hung bear guy was sitting on the upper bench and started to massage my friend’s shoulders. I heard my pal ask the stranger if he had a room. He nodded. My pal stood up and let the guy lead the way. I noticed a biohazard tattoo on the small of the guy’s back and knew my pal would be taking his first POZ load of the night in a few minutes. My friend was just out of the sauna door when the twinky couple came in. They sat opposite me. One was pale and blond, and he gripped his boyfriend’s muscled tanned arm for support. The tan one leaned over and pointed to the exiting stranger’s biohazard tattoo. He whispered, barely audible, ‘you see, that means he’s POZ.’ The blond nodded meekly. Another man came in and sat next to the blond. He opened his towel and revealed a hefty glistening cock with that now-familiar biohazard tattoo peeking out of his pubes. The blond saw it and gasped. The POZ man let his knee graze the blond’s, who moaned in response. ‘Babe, he’s touching my knee,’ the blond whispered to his boyfriend. ‘Do you want to play with him,’ he asked. The blond nodded. The tan guy reached over and opened his boyfriend’s towel. The POZ man reached for the blond’s dick, and soon both slowly jerked the blond off. I knew something sexy was about to happen and the tanned guy lifted and turned his boyfriend over, so his knees were on the bench and his face in the POZ man’s crotch. I watched his pink hole wince as his boyfriend crouched down to eat his creamy ass. The blond had no choice but to swallow the large POZ cock now dangling in his face. His eyes got big as he clocked the tattoo and traced it with his fingers. The blond went from hesitation to enthusiasm as he swallowed that big dick to the root. After a few minutes of ass-eating and cock-sucking, the POZ top and the tan boyfriend muttered some words, and they then flipped the blond right side up and lowering himself to sit on the POZ stranger’s big raw cock. The blond groaned as he took that stud’s inches. There were four other guys in the sauna, and by now we were all jerking off. One got up and grabbed the orange key strapped to his forearm. He announced, ‘I’ve got a room. It’s too hot in here. Come with me.’ The tan boyfriend lifted his partner off that raw POZ dick and the four of them headed to his room, barely covering up with their now-soaked towels. The guy was right about the heat. I was ready for a break, so I took another cool shower and went for a walk through the complex. I knew I wanted to check out the steam room and the gloryhole / darkroom section, but I figured I should check in with my friend. I eventually saw him leaning against a mirrored wall as a hung top railed him. I guess that top didn’t have a room as it seemed like most sex had been happening in rooms. With the place this full, raw sex was now happening everywhere. I walked through the labyrinthine hallway of rooms and made my way to the sauna. I’d made myself comfortable when the twink couple reappeared. The blond was flustered and gripping his partner’s arm. The blond whispered, ‘sorry, it just happened too fast.’ His partner kissed him and he moaned, ‘it just felt so good. I shouldn’t have made them cum so soon.’ The tanned guy groaned and said, ‘you look so hot taking their loads. Just let me know when you want more.’ The blond kissed him hard and spread his thighs. His towel parted and his boyfriend reached down and played with his now-cummy hole. They leaned back and relaxed. I watched as POZ seed oozed out of his hole and onto his towel. A guy next to me reached down to my crotch. He liked my dick and the sexy couple across the way got me stiff. The guy looked to me for approval, and I nodded. He leaned over and blew me while I played with his slick hole. He was a handsome Asian guy with pointy pecs and a bit of a belly, and incredible cocksucking technique; he swallowed my dick all the way and just left it there, flexing his throat around my shaft. He asked me if I had a room, and I shook my head. He was overheated and went for a cool down. I whispered that I hoped to see him again later. I stayed in the steamroom and watched as another bear of a guy entered and made a beeline for the twink couple. The bear approached them and opened his towel. ‘I hear you like sharing your boy’s hole with POZ men?’ The tan guy nodded as the blond leaned forward and eagerly swallowed the guy’s dick. The man face-fucked the blond as his boyfriend jerked him off and toyed with his cummy hole. The guy asked if they had a room and they shook their heads. The tan guy laid down on the bench and had his boyfriend mount his dick cowboy style. He leaned forward, offering up his sloppy hole to the bear to DP. I watched as the blond took those two raw cocks right there in the steamroom. The blond leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend hard on the mouth. The bottom was clearly more experienced than I’d have guessed from his nervousness. The bear looked at me and saw my leaking hardon. He reached over and jerked me off saying, ‘you’re so wet.’ The bear arched his back and spread his furry buttcheeks apart. He guided my dick to his crack saying, ‘drip your precum into my ass and let me fuck myself on your cock!’ I nodded and slipped into his loose sloppy hole. The bear clearly took loads as much as he liked to give them. He stayed still as I slid myself into him and let him do the work sawing back and forth into the blond’s hole and onto my raw dick. It didn’t take long for the top to fire his load deep into the blond boy’s asshole. The bear squeezed my cock with his furry muscle butt as he came. He clenched and unclenched as I slipped out and a river of fresh cum oozed out of his matted hairy ass. I caught the slimy seed in my hand and smeared it on my cock. The guy picked up his towel and nodded. He guided me into the blond’s upturned hole, still stuffed with his boyfriend’s dick. I slipped inside that blond boy’s cumslick pussy and loved feeling my dick slide against his boyfriend’s dick. The blond made out with his boyfriend as I sloshed around in his hole. Even with his boyfriend’s cock there just wasn’t enough friction to get me off. Still, it felt amazing smearing globs of cum from the bear’s hole into this fresh ass. I was ready for a breather so pulled out with a gloopy plop and left the steamroom. Another guy got up to take my place as the door closed behind me. If my math was right, so far tonight, the blond now had his fifth bare cock in his hole. I headed for another cold shower and went looking again for my pal. I found him in the dark room in one of the slings. He’d brought a bag of huge butt toys and had them displayed on a shelf with a tub of lube. The biohazard top from the sauna, who was the first to breed the blond, was working a pig hole plug into my pal’s butt and then slipped inside. He pounded my friend until he pulled out. I took a turn, and the friction felt great on my dick. I figured I wanted my cock in at least one more hole before cumming, so I pulled out. I made a round of the darkroom area and saw the twink couple again. They nodded to me. As I walked by, the blond whispered, ‘OK, one more load, and then I’ll be ready to go.’ I turned back and asked if they’d been to the sling area yet. I motioned that way, and they followed me. My pal was feet up as another guy was forcing a ridiculously big toy dildo into his hole. The blond grinned and moaned, ‘I want you to open me up like that!’ The blond had clearly never been in a sling before and he needed a bit of help getting situated. Once his feet were in the stirrups, he relaxed. His boyfriend slid easily in to his wet stretched-out hole. He pounded for a few minutes and offered me a go. I took his place and gestured to the toys. As my buddy took a guy’s raw cock alongside an obscenely big toy, he moaned, ‘yeah, slide that in his hole!’ The tan boyfriend grabbed a big shiny dildo and slimed it up with more lube. I realized it had just been inside my pal’s hole and was now going to go inside his boyfriend without even being washed off. The tan dude handed the toy to me, and I pulled out. We inserted the big toy and let the blond get used to it. I let his boyfriend go first. He slipped in alongside the obscene toy. I spit on my finger and teased his furry hole with it. He came hard quickly and pulled out with a sloppy plop. I slid into his cummy mess alongside the dildo and mixed the seed, lube, and juices around before adding my own. Another guy stepped out of the shadows and slid into my pal, fucking him before adding his cum to his sloppy stretched-out cunt. I realized it was the sexy Asian guy who had blown me earlier. As he pounded my pal, I saw a trickle of cum leaking down his thighs. All told, my pal got fucked by four raw dicks and took at least three loads. The blond at least five cocks and I had my dick in one mouth and two holes. Not a bad Friday night at all.
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Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Lansing—October, 2021 A few days later, I got an invite from the couple I usually see at the monthly orgy. With that group currently on hold, they asked if I would be interested in a meeting at their house. It would be the two of them, likely the friend they had lately been bringing to the orgy and anyone I wanted to invite. I immediately thought of Keshawn— who I quickly learned was intrigued and available. He drove to my house—and I drove us the rest of the way north. We made small talk as Keshawn cleaned up after hours of driving. When he was ready—we all trooped up the stairs to their playroom. I looked around the space as I slipped out of my clothes. There is a double bed and a sling suspended from the rafters. The rimseat sits between the two. There is a Jim Support fuck bench near the foot of the bed. The men are hot and eager. The couple is just under my age. The top has a dick almost my length, but thicker. The versatile, Tim, has a shorter, but thick cock and usually spends the first half of a session fucking and the last, taking it. Their friend is heavily tatted and tops occasionally—but one of us is usually in his muscle butt. Keshawn is eager to impress his hosts—his massive cock is hard and swinging. I tuck my lube into my jock and join the others who are kissing and letting their hands play over willing flesh… “Don’t be surprised, there will be one more of us,” the Top Host tells us. “He likes to arrive when the action has started. He will mostly watch…but will play if he gets hot enough.” We all make some sort of verbal acknowledgment and go back to the man in front of us. The Top Host is kissing Keshawn. Hot Tats is on his knees sucking Tim. I fall to my knees and pull apart Keshawn’s butt cheeks. My tongue connects with his hole right at the same moment he bends to suck Top Host. I get him good and wet. I tongue fuck him until he is whimpering around the big cock in his mouth. I stand up and slide into him for the first time today. I fuck him gently. Just hard enough to rock him forward, which makes him swallow a little more of TH’s cock. We spit roast Keshawn for a bit, then TH comes over to fuck him, too. I pull out and let Keshawn clean me off. Hot Tats is on all fours on the bed, taking a hard dicking from Tim. I reach out and hold onto Hot Tats as Keshawn licks me clean of his ass jizz. The next 30 minutes or so becomes a blur. Everyone here is a pig. They eat ass. They love to suck cock pulled out of an ass. I roll off the bed and fuck Hot Tats as Tim pulls his cheeks apart for me. Keshawn comes up behind Tim and fucks him…then he tops Hot Tats, the moment I pull out. I eat Hot Tats hole after all the fucking. When I come up for air, the voyeur has arrived. He is late 50’s and flogging a nice dick as he watches us. Keshawn is on the fuck bench, taking Top Host. Hot Tats has moved to Tim, sprawled on the bed, and is riding his cock. I offer to suck the Voyeur. He let’s me do it, giving me a couple drops of precum. He gets so excited by watching Keshawn—he fucks him for a few moments as we all change partners once again. * I am under the rimseat. Tim is sitting on the seat with my tongue up his used ass. He encourages Hot Tats to ride my cock while he gets eaten out. I feel Hot Tats ass settle down on my drooling dick. I try not to think about how good my cock feels—I just zero in on Tim’s puffy ass lips and keep licking them. Tim tells Hot Tats to switch with him. HT brings his extremely used ass up to my tongue. He doesn’t have a load yet, but it’s dripping like he does what with all the stimulation his hole has gotten. I feel Tim sit on my dick, his ass only having my fresh saliva for lube. He sinks to the root—uttering a sigh of total contentment. I am pretty sure I hear Top Host fucking Keshawn as I begin to tongue drill Hot Tats. Tim begins to bounce. I lose track of time. There is no place I’d rather be. Suddenly Hot Tats is pulled off the seat by Top Host. He fucks his ass for three or four strokes and pushes him back into place. I am rewarded by his hot manhole giving me even more of his self lube. Soon Keshawn replaces him—the last of the fuck holes on my face. His ass is the least wet. I try to remedy that situation… * We are at the sling. I have fucked Hot Tats in it—and shared his hole with Keshawn. When HT asks for a break, Keshawn jumps in and gets his ankles into the stirrups without any help. I spit on his hole and slide in. We fuck—a nice bouncy fuck—as there are springs attached to the supporting chains. Tim comes over, leans down and sucks Keshawn’s hard cock. Then he steps up on a long bench that is running from one side of the sling to the other. He swings across so he is straddling the sling. I could suck his cock if he’d stayed still. Instead he lowers himself onto Keshwan’s rampant tool. I begin to fuck harder. Tim begins to ride Keshawn. It’s a first for me. I love it. It doesn’t go on for long as Tim’s legs tire fast—but it is incredibly hot. I tell him so. “I saw it on some porno…” he shrugs. * Everyone in the room is ready to get off. We are all on the bed—or using the men who are on the bed. The Voyeur blasts first—all over Tim’s back. I mop it up, smear it on my cock and fuck it into Tim. The Top Host is fucking Hot Tats. He gives him his load with lots of rhythmic grunting. Keshawn cleans the Host’s drooling dick and licks up some escaping cum from Hot Tats abused hole. This makes him hot enough to shoot. He comes over to where I’m still fucking Tim. I pull out, thinking he wants to load Tim’s hole. But Keshawn shoots all over my dick. I fuck this load into Tim, too. I pound him. I am now frothing his hole. There is stray cum emerging on every stroke. I dip to taste…and plunge my super hard dick back into Tim—just in time for him to take load number three… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December, 27, 2021 -
New Year’s Eve, and I knew that the bars and the sex clubs would be doing a good business, crowded with men, all looking for the same thing: sex ! It was still early, so I made a plan to check out an Adult Book Store, then hit the sex clubs, later on. But, first, I needed to do a little partying, to really put me in the mood. I was glad that I had thought ahead and texted my dealer, the day before, to replenish my supply. Before I go out trawling for sex, I like to get chemmed up. It gives me a lot of confidence, and makes all of my inhibitions disappear. My favorite way to get pretty well spun in a short amount of time is to blow clouds in and out of a condom. So, I reloaded my bubbler pipe, lit my torch, and carefully applied the small blue flame to the bowl. As soon as I saw a decent size puddle forming, I moved the torch away, and started rolling the bowl back and forth, watching closely as more and more clouds started swirling. Then, I started slowly sucking on the stem of the pipe, and I reapplied the torch, to keep the clouds swirling, continuously. As soon as I had sucked my lungs full, I pressed an unrolled condom tightly against my lips, and blew a huge cloud into it. Pinching off the end of the condom, I took a couple of breaths, then I sucked the clouds out of the condom and back into my lungs, repeating, for a total of about 20 hits, all from just one hit off the pipe. Next, I got cleaned up, then put on a steel cock ring and a black jockstrap, followed by my favorite leather chaps and my boots. But, before I was ready to leave, I wanted to hit the pipe again, so I fired it up, and, using the same method as before, took about 20 more hits, giving me a good dopamine high. I knew that the Adult Book Store closed early, so I got there around 9:00 PM. I was lucky to get a good parking place, so I decided to leave my car there when I left the Adult Book Store and headed over to the sex clubs, which were only a couple blocks away. I walked in, paid the admission, then I went straight through to the back of the store, and through the leather curtains, and into the video arcade. Just as I had expected, there were a lot of men there. I knew that would make it easier for me to hook up with guys who were looking to fuck. There was a steady parade of men walking through the arcade, sometimes opening doors and going in, and sometimes just looking inside, then continuing on. I stepped into a vacant booth, and closed and latched the door. There were glory holes on three sides of the booth, and I could tell from the garish white glow of the video screen that there were men stationed at two of the holes, waiting to suck cocks. I remembered to bring a lube applicator with me, and I used it to shoot a fair amount of lube up my hole. Then, I placed my hands on my knees and backed my ass up to the vacant glory hole, and waited, poppers in hand. In just a few minutes, I could feel a cock head rubbing up and down on my hole, so I quickly uncapped the poppers and took a couple of good hits. It was good timing because just as I started to feel my heart slamming, I could also feel the man’s cock head pushing into me. Damn, it felt good, and I started moaning each time he drove his hard cock into me. It felt like his cock was not too much thicker and longer than average, so it was a good size for my first fucking of the evening. From time to time, I took a hit of poppers while he kept up a steady pace. Before long, with his cock all the way inside of me, he stopped thrusting. I felt his cock head pulsating, deep inside of me, and I heard him groaning loudly as he began fucking me really hard, pumping his load into me, his belt buckle knocking against the wall between us with every thrust, until his balls were completely drained. He slowly pulled his cock out of my hole, and I heard him unlatch the door and leave, letting the door slam behind him. Quite a few men opened the door of the next booth, then left, letting the door slam each time. Apparently, they were looking for cocks, the same as I was. So, I just hung out, waiting, and letting the glare of the video screen illuminate my bare ass, so that it would be pretty obvious to anybody looking through the glory holes that I wanted to get fucked. Next to me, I heard a booth door close and latch, and I waited a few seconds to let him see my bare ass through the glory hole. He didn’t leave, so I knew that he must have been interested. I took a couple more hits of poppers at the same time that I pressed my ass up against the glory hole. With no warning, he rammed his cock into me and fucked me furiously. Luckily, he wasn’t very big, so I took it pretty easily. After he blew his load into me and left, there seemed to be a long stretch of time, with nothing happening, other than all the noises from around the arcade. I was thinking that it must be getting near closing time, soon. Then, I heard the familiar sound of the booth door next to me opening, closing, then being latched. I let the man see my bare ass. Then, I don’t know why, but I bent down a little and glanced through the glory hole just as the man was popping open the buttons on his jeans. As many cocks as I’ve seen, and as many cocks as I’ve had fuck me, I’m still amazed when I see a really big one. And, the donkey dick that flopped out of his jeans was definitely a big one. Very big. Backing my ass up against the glory hole, I was glad that I was feeling spun, and I was glad that I brought my poppers. I was also glad that I had just gotten fucked by two other men who had blasted some extra lube into my hole. Most extra well hung men are considerate because they’ve learned that not every guy is able to handle something that size, and this man was no exception. I took some quick hits of poppers, then felt his slippery, lubed cock head locating my hole. From previous experience taking big cocks, I’ve learned to push my hole out at the same time that he’s pushing in, until his cock head is past my opening. Then, he stopped there to let me get used to it before he slowly pushed farther in. You can bet that I was hitting the poppers, often. He stopped for a few seconds, then pushed farther in, then stopped, and pulled back a little, then stopped before pushing even farther inside. DAMN, it felt good ! Now, his big donkey dick was all the way inside my hole, and he started slowly pulling it almost all the way back, then slowly shoving it all the way back in. My heart was slamming from the poppers, I was breathing really hard because I was spun, and my butt hole was in heaven. Then, I heard someone yell that it was ten minutes until closing time. Damn ! I wanted to feel this donkey dick fucking me all night. I was glad that he didn’t stop. He obviously wanted to dump his load in me because he kept his cock most of the way inside of me, and took short fast strokes. It felt like his cock was getting even bigger. When he started cumming, he took longer strokes. He quickly shoved his big donkey dick all the way inside me, and held it there. I could feel jets of cum splattering inside me before he pulled back then drove all the way into me again, dumping more and more of his load. As soon as he pulled his big donkey dick all the way out of me, I quickly inserted my butt plug to keep all that cum from gushing out of me. I sat in my car for maybe 15 minutes, hitting my glass pipe and replaying what had just happened. FUCK, I wanted more cock ! I got out of my car and headed over to the sex club. I had my hand inside my jockstrap, stroking my meth-shrivled cock, and with every step I took, I could feel the butt plug massaging my butt hole, and making me hornier than ever. Arriving at the sex club, I checked in, paid the admission, and got two bottles of water, one of which I chugged right down. There were definitely a lot of men here, so I knew it would be easy to get fucked. Before taking a quick tour of the club, I went directly to the slings, on the off chance that one of them was available. No such luck. All of them were in use, and a large group of men was crowding in as close as possible, to watch the action. I’d come back later. I didn’t find much else of interest, so I entered the always dependable Dark Room. Even though it’s mostly dark, they give you a glow in the dark wrist band to wear, so the longer you’re in the Dark Room, the easier it is to see and feel your way around. Having left my butt plug in my locker, I was more than ready to get fucked some more. A lot more. There was a narrow bench along one wall, so I bent over and placed my hands on the bench, with my legs spread a little, and my ass sticking out. Almost immediately, I felt a slippery cock head rubbing up and down my crack until it found my hole and shoved inside. Good size cock. He fucked me sometimes slowly, sometimes pounding his cock into me. After maybe five minutes, he pulled out without shooting his load, and he disappeared. No problem. I knew that, it was still fairly early, and that most guys liked to do a lot of fucking, but they held off on cumming until later on. Right away, a second guy’s hands were on my ass, and I felt 2 fingers, then 3 fingers working my hole, hard and fast. I stood up just long enough to take a couple hits of poppers, and, as soon as I bent over again, his thick cock was at my hole, pushing hard. With the 3 loads of cum that I took at the adult book store, my hole was well lubed, and with a little persistence, he managed to force his cock into me. Fuck, he was really stretching my hole ! But, I wasn’t complaining. The bigger the better, and he was really giving me a good fucking ! But, before he could shoot his load, he pulled his big dong out of my ass and walked away. One good thing about the Dark Room is that almost all of the men are all business. They’re in there to fuck and get fucked. Although they usually want to hold off on shooting their loads until they’re ready to leave, while they’re in the Dark Room, they don’t waste any time, moving from one guy to the next. Fine with me. I’m there to get fucked by as many cocks as possible. As I bent forward again, my heart still slamming from the hits of poppers, another cock was ready and waiting, pushing hard against my hole, intent on fucking me. Without any hesitation, he rammed his cock all the way in me and started pounding my ass really hard. I was glad that I had gotten pretty well spun before I left my house because, although my ass was really hungry for cock, this guy was giving me a really intense fucking. He stopped only long enough for me to take a few hits of poppers. Then, he bent me over again, and rammed his cock into me, taking up right where he had left off. Then, I guess he needed to take a break, because he suddenly pulled his cock out of my hole, patted his hand on my hip a couple of times, and walked away. Even though I was high and couldn’t keep track of time, I’d guess that I was in the Dark Room for about an hour and a half, getting fucked almost continuously by one cock after another. Every once in a while, I would wander out to where the slings were located, but each time all of them were occupied. I stood there watching the men in the slings, getting their asses fucked by one cock after another. As I listened to them grunting and moaning, I could feel my hole twitching, wishing that one of the slings would become vacant. It was fucking hot to watch, but that was where my ass wanted to be, so I stood there, watching for no more than a few minutes. I kept returning to the Dark Room where there was no lack of men of all ages, shapes, and cock sizes, looking for any willing hole to fuck, and my hungry hole was more than happy to accommodate them. Eventually, some of the men must have been ready to leave because more and more of them didn’t pull out. Each man who was fucking me suddenly started breathing rapidly, then he shoved his cock all the way in me, his body shuddering all over as he pumped his load deep inside my hole. I counted 8 loads. I could feel the cum starting to leak out of my ass, so I quickly returned to my locker, retrieved my butt plug, and shoved it into place. This time, when I made my way back to where the slings were, there was finally one available, so I hopped into it. A line of men kept walking by, checking out me as well as the guys who were occupying the other slings. I didn’t have to wait more than a few seconds for a guy to step up, open his pants, and stroke his cock a few times before he shoved it into my cum lubed ass, and fucked me with a purpose, while a group of maybe 20 or 25 men stood close to the action and slowly stroked their cocks as they watched me getting fucked. Most of them had been edging for hours, and now they were ready to explode. Very soon, the guy who was fucking me, held onto the waist band of my chaps and let out a loud groan, as he bucked his hips and blasted a big load of cum into me. As soon as each man shot his load in my ass and pulled out, another guy, his cock already hard and ready to go, took his place and started fucking me. That went on without a break until I had taken 9 more loads of cum. By then, most of the men were clearing out, and I decided to do the same. After climbing out of the sling, I hurried to my locker, got my butt plug, and pushed it back in, trapping all those loads of cum inside of my hole. Then, I stood up and buckled my butt plug harness around my waist and tightened the strap in back so that the firm leather plate was pressing hard against the base of the butt plug, keeping it firmly in place. I picked up my leather motorcycle jacket from the clothes check, left a tip, then walked outside. Walking back to my car, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to go home or check out another sex club that was nearby. I knew that club stayed open very late and attracted a good crowd long after the bars closed. One thing I was sure of was that I wanted to party, so I sat in my car and fired up my glass pipe and blew a huge cloud into a condom, just like I had done at home. Back and forth I shot-gunned the cloud into the condom, then sucked it all back into my lungs, again taking about 20 hits, altogether. DAMN, that felt good ! When I realized that I had been unconsciously flexing my hole around my butt plug, I knew that I wasn’t going home, yet. I paid the admission and got checked in at the second sex club. While I was at the clothes check counter, I saw a hot man heading my way, leading a boy by a leash. I glanced at the boy who was wearing nothing but boots and a collar, then back at the man holding the leash. He was probably in his late 40’s, about 6-2, and he was wearing a muir cap, boots, chaps, and a harness that really showed off his broad, muscular chest. But, what really got my attention was his codpiece pouch that was so big he had to walk a little bow-legged.
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Grand Rapids—October, 2021 I wanted something different. Had Palm Springs spoiled me? As I was thinking where I could go for something new, preferably without an overnight stay, I got an email from the bathhouse in Grand Rapids. They were having another all gender gathering at the club. With visions of a different type of three-way or some Trans sex, off I went on a Saturday night... There is no parking anywhere near the bathhouse. I finally find something several blocks away and walk in. I sign the consent forms and am given one of the few lockers they have left. I change to my jock and boots. The crowd is mostly men, with a large dollop of the rest of the LGBTQ alphabet. There are strippers performing of all persuasions. I go upstairs to see if anyone is playing and find that so far, it is the gay men who are actually having sex. I sit and pull out my cock and do a ‘watch some porn’ warm up. For tonight, in other areas, there is some bi and straight porn. Up here, it is still gay. And bare. And hot. A number of men mill past me—all clutching the towels around their waists tightly. One man pauses, admires my dick and asks to suck it. I let him—and have to stop him for I am afraid he will draw blood with his constant nicking of my cock head with his teeth. A second man is just as bad. Honestly, five men in a row in all gave me horrible head. And then it changes… A young Latino arrives. He asks to suck me. I let him and am pleasantly surprised. No, I’m astounded. He has one of those mouths you dream about. Everything is right. The pressure, the tongue action, the level of wetness and how he cradles my balls as he sucks me. “Lick my balls too,” I groan. He happily does so. I lie back and close my eyes. I don’t even stroke myself as he licks my balls sack. Soon enough his mouth is back enveloping my entire shaft. He goes to the base effortlessly. Again and again. When I open my eyes, on a distant couch, I see a young Black man fucking a woman bent over it. He then shares her with others—as two men take turns eating her out and sucking the young man’s dick. The woman is turned so she can see me getting head. Men move around us and cut off my view. They either want a turn on my dick or want my sucker’s mouth. The Latino is very intent on me. I urge him to suck another guy. He does so—showing off for me. I slip off the chair seat. The Latino moves up on it, kneeling, to get a better angle of the new cock in his mouth. His rounded ass, with a delicious looking hairy crack, is right in front of me. I lean in and begin licking it. The groan from him is ecstatic. It’s all the encouragement I need to drill into him with my tongue. The Latino is now going from cock to proffered cock. I lick and poke and spit into his hole. He grinds his ass back on my tongue, groaning around whatever cock is in his mouth. I re-double my efforts on his butt. Finally he moves to stand up. I do, too. He turns and kisses me. He pulls me down and whispers in my ear that he wishes I could fuck him, but he is not prepared. I sigh, but thank him for telling me. He goes to his knees and sucks me to the root again. He stops, reluctantly, when he realizes that he won’t get me off… * I watch some of the strippers. People leave and more arrive. I watch some hetro couples fuck for an audience in a room reserved just for them. Soon enough, I go back up the stairs. I hear that women are in the glory hole area, but my eye is on a cute otter heading towards the sling. I follow. He has a top with him—a friend or boyfriend. When the Otter sees my cock, he is on his knees and getting me back to full hardness. The other top ignores the wave of my hand for him to join us. The Otter pulls off my dick. “Fuck me?” “Please.” I help him into the sling. He is surprised and then please that I rim his tight hairy ass. My rimming makes the other top stroke faster. I spit one last time in his ass and stand up. My cock slaps the pouch of the Otter’s jock. “Jeez, that’s big…” says his friend or boyfriend. Remembering the consent form of the night, I look in the Otter’s eyes. “You want this raw cock in your ass?” “Fuck, yes!” he groans. “Breed me if you want...” My cock starts pushing into him. He groans again, hits his poppers—and my cock is swallowed whole by his tight ass. I pause and then begin my usual long, slow in and out. The Otter’s eyes roll back in his heads. The Top steps closer. His cock is a hot seven + inches and pre-cumming. I reach down, and my index finger mops up a bead of it. He watches me as I taste it. I fuck harder. The Otter is moaning loud enough for other men to come see the fuck. I pull out and taste his hole again. Well, fuck me if he doesn’t already have a load deep in there that I have pulled out. I clean up his ass and plough back into him. I fuck him hard. It looks like the other Top is close. I gesture for him to take a turn. This time he nods. I pull out and the Top pushes in. I kneel next to him. “You like that?” the Top asks. “Watching me fuck?” “Fuck, yeah,” I tell him. “Just let me clean your cock when you pull out.” The Top chuckles softy and fucks the Otter harder. Just as I am sure he is about to cum, he pulls out and sticks his wet cock in my mouth. “Clean me, fucker.” I do. I get all of the previous load sticking to his cock and as much of his precum as I can. I am suddenly ready to breed. I stand up. He instantly gives way—knowing just what is happening. I push between the now puffy lips of the Otter’s ass. “He’s gonna load you,” the Top tells him. And to me: “Give it to him.” The Otter’s hole is so silky. I can’t hang on. I growl out my orgasm as I spew my load deep into him. I stop pumping and grab the chains as the Otter expertly squeezes my cock. I finally pull out. “Churn my load,” I tell the Top. But he’s already doing it. I watch him froth my cum in the Otter’s semen drenched hole… The original post (and comments) is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Otter at the All Gender Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 11, 2021
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Palm Springs—September, 2021 My days were dwindling in Palm Springs and I had yet to play with Brice, though his partner Rod had attended the bigger piss party. On Saturday night, that changed. Rod picked me up and drove me the few miles to their home. It was great to see Brice, who looked much the same, though his beard was longer than ever. I reacquainted myself with the dog I used to know and met a skittish pup they had just rescued. The cat, named after me---as he had always followed the boys into the bathroom whenever they wanted to piss—greeted me affectionately and hopped up in my lap as we all sat around and tried to catch up on the four or five years since we’d last seen each other. I toured the house…and ended up outside by the pool—in a very private backyard. We were suddenly in a tight clump--and kissing, grinding our bodies against each other. Slowly, I was led back into the bedroom where they had set up the sling… I shuck my clothes. Rod goes off and leaves me with Brice—so I can have a moment of alone time with him like he had at the party. Brice crawls in the sling—and I kneel to start licking his very hairy ass. He groans. “I’ve missed your tongue…” I’ve missed his ass—but I only grunt an acknowledgement and burrow in deeper. He is getting wet fast. I can’t wait to sink my cock in him—so I don’t. I stand up. I smear my pre-cum on his hole by rubbing my cock head over his pucker. I push…and I’m in. I slowly push until I am buried to the hilt. “Oh, yeah…” Brice murmurs. I hold for a moment, leaning over and kissing him as my cock stretches him out. I straighten and start to fuck all in one movement. A nice slow, let’s-adjust-to-each-other tempo. Brice’s hands go back and forth from tweaking his own nipples to squeezing the mound in his jock. My strokes are building. The wet slapping of our bodies fills the tiny room and draws Rod back to us. He watches me for a moment. Then goes to his knees and watches me fuck his partner at eye level. He sighs as he sees my thick cock ravage Brice’s hole. When Rod stands up he is hard—really hard. His long, thick dick is a delicious mix of red and purple in the engorged head. I’ve rarely seen him so turned on. He feeds his dick to Brice, who cranes out of the sling to get his mouth on it. I fuck until I have to get some water. Rod takes over. He gives his partner a blistering fuck. It’s my turn to go to my knees and watch. I so want to lick the side of Rod’s shaft. He knows what I like. What I want. He pulls out and fucks three or four strokes into my mouth—and goes right back into his partner. I don’t move—so Rod does it again. This time I stand up and beat my cock on Brice’s chest. “Take over.” Rod pulls out. I bend to lick his cock head, covered in Brice’s ass jizz. I spit it on my cock and fuck it back into Brice. Rod grabs my head and kisses me, wanting to taste his partner on my tongue. My tongue finds his mouth as I fuck… * Brice needs a break. Rod gets in the sling. I eat his hole hungrily. He is open and ready. I stand and fuck. Brice comes back in the room with his water. He watches me work Rod’s ass over. I suggest Brice get back in the sling. Rod goes up him and I kneel and eat Rod’s freshly fucked hole on each backstroke. Soon, I stand and slip inside Rod. I stand still and let Rod buck into his partner and fuck himself on me with each pull out. We hold this position for a long time as it gives each of us just what we want… * The bedroom is airless now. And hot. We go out and sit by the pool and look at the amazing amount of stars in the sky. But soon we are sucking dick. And fucking. Brice is doggy on a chaise lounge. I am fucking him and Rod is stroking. I marvel at how different the change of position feels. I pull out to give Rod a turn. Just as I am ready to go sandwich Rod, he lets out a whoop. I think he’s cumming. But he’s not. He is pissing in his partner’s hole. He pulls out the moment he is done and all but pushes my face into Brice’s wet butt. I lick his ass clean of piss and burrow into his hole. I don’t wait for him to push some out, I rear up and fuck him. Then I slow---and I take a long piss up his ass, too. A first. This makes me want to fuck again. I pound into him. Hard. Piss is splashing out of Brice on each backstroke. Rod stands, straddling Brice’s back, and feeds me his cock. It’s too much. I shoot deep inside Brice. My cum mixing with the piss that is still inside him. Rod jumps down with “I’m going to shoot.” I try to pull out, but it’s too late. Rod covers Brice’s ass, the half of my cock that is exposed and my overgrown pubes. I wait until he’s done…and then fuck the seed deep into Brice’s hungry ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: Cum and Piss--with Rod & Brice (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 10, 2021
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Palm Springs: Tight Hole
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Palm Springs—September, 2021 I woke the next day feeling really refreshed. There is nothing like getting off to make me sleep soundly. I made tea and sat at my computer. After such a full day of sex at CCBC, I was planning on taking Thursday as a night off from carnal pursuits. But, of course, I signed in to BBRT to check my mail. And there I was on the home page…the most viewed profile of the day. I also had an incredibly full inbox to answer. Many were local men asking for sex from when the quick connect ad had been posted before leaving for CCBC—as if I’d decide to do something other than what I’d written. And then there were a ton of guys saying hello from around the world. Flattering, of course, but it took me a couple days to thank them all. There was one who made my depleted balls start to churn. He lived around the corner from my host. He didn’t ask me to change my plans, but to consider his ass another time. He happened to be free these next two nights. His pictures showed a hot ass…Long story short, he came to the house that night to try me on for size… I have moved the sling and a rimseat into my bedroom. Rich comes to the front door—right on time. He comes in and has to run the gauntlet of meeting my hosts as well as me. But I quickly shepherd him into my room at the other end of the sprawling house. I have just my robe on over a clean jock and boots. He strips quickly. He is just under my age—and slim and trim and toned. He is maybe 5’10”. His hair is a nice mix of blond and grey. Rich is nervous. He can’t stop talking. All the usual questions of “Where are you from?” “What are you doing here?” “How do you know the hosts?” “I’ve heard about the parties they give…” I answer each of the questions and finally stop him with a kiss. This seems to help. Without any suggestion he goes to his knees and starts to suck me. He can’t quite open wide enough and knows it. “It’s the biggest that I’ve ever had,” he says sheepishly. “Get up on the bed, I want to eat your ass.” He scrambles up on all fours. His ass is perfectly rounded. It is very smooth except for a very hairy crack. I burrow in. He sighs. And asks how I like Palm Springs… I ignore him and keep spitting into his tight pucker. I over lube my dick as I do it. I can tell he’s tight. I finally trickle some lube down his crack and stand up. My cock touches his hole. He tenses. My head pops in. “Oh, shit!” I stop, but leave my cock in place. I stroke his back. “To answer your question—I have been having a great time. They guys here have been great. Very friendly…” “I love it out here,” he tells me. I say something else inane to keep his mind off his ass…for I am slowly pushing in—quite easily when he’s distracted. I stop moving and tell him. “No way...” So I begin to fuck to prove it. He clamps down a little, but not like before. He asks for pictures. “I have a friend who won’t believe I took you.” I snap some. “Can we try the sling?” I agree—and get his legs up in the stirrups. I eat his hole again. He is really relaxing now. My tongue goes deep. Tasting my precum and saliva. I stand up and slide in again. Easily. The sling has worked its magic. He is taking me to the hilt and there is that wonderful ‘I’m really getting fucked’ look on his face. I fuck slowly and build the speed. I take a picture of this, too. I fuck in long strokes. I am feeling super hard, now that his hole is mine. I stand still and push the sling off my dick and pull him back on to it. Rich loves this. I do it over and over. I suggest the rimseat. He’s tentative again—but sits down on it once I’m under. His timidity vanishes the moment my tongue plows deeply into his ass. He begins babbling and stroking his slowly erecting dick. His ass had begun to jizz in the sling. I’m now treated to a steady drip onto my tongue. “I want your load,” he moans above me. I am fine with that. It doesn’t need to be a marathon fuck tonight. I tap his legs and he rises. Back at the sling, I slide in. “I am going to breed you,” I tell him. “Do it,” he whispers. “I want to take you home inside of me…” My dirty mind instantly wonders if he has a boyfriend who loves sloppy seconds. The thought is just enough to make me shoot. It’s a mild orgasm. But still feels great. I pull out and snap a picture of his used ass… This post used pictures of me in the tight hole. You can find them here: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: Tight Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 3, 2021 -
Palm Springs: The Resort
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Palm Springs—September, 2021 Tuesday morning, Jay was excited. He had arranged with his neighbor, a top, for the three of us to have fun while we return his sling that had been borrowed for the party. Once we got there, we found all bets were off—the top’s boy friend of the moment was driving into town. So Jay and I went home where Jay gave me a voracious ass eating before I fucked and filled him with piss. You may notice I didn’t say cum. We both decided to save our loads for tomorrow—as he was going to introduce me to the closest of the all male resorts, CCBC. On Wednesday, while I was still eating my cereal, Jay took our towels down to the resort and staked out our chairs under an awning. I took the time to post I was going to be there on BBRT. We both checked in at the resort soon after and left our clothes in a locker, except for jocks and boots for me, sandals for Jay. We dropped our cooler at the chairs he had picked, which had a great view of the pool. The shade was key as it was around 112 degrees that day. We slathered on sunscreen and then he took me on a quick overview of the compound. There are rental rooms behind and to the sides of us. There is the start of a crowd—it is discount admittance day. We head towards the play area end of the acreage. The first shed is a porn viewing area with lots of seating. The second has porn, too—but a sling, an examination table and tiered seating. We continue on. Jay points out a small glory hole area behind the second building. The third is a concrete version of a slurp ramp. The last is a sort of barracks set up—with another sling and lots of conveniently placed boxes and benches to fuck on. A urinal is located next to this building—not connected to any sewer system. We then walk around the rest of the compound. There are a large number of rooms—and we can get no real idea how many are rented mid-week. We end up back at our chairs. Jay stretches out on the chaise. I sit. I drink from my water bottle. I can’t sit still. I need to wander… I skip the porn viewing room and go next door. There is a man around my age in the sling. He has a shaved head and a prominent tat over his left nipple. His treasure trail leads to a forest of pubes and ass hair. I kneel and begin to lick. He takes a huge hit of poppers as my tongue burrows into him. I keep getting him wet and slippery. When he takes a second hit, I stand up and slide in. It is an odd angle—as is often the case with public slings. I need to do deep knee bends to make it work. But it’s a good ass—and a great warm up fuck. Watchers arrive, hearing the sling chains. I slow down and do long strokes, shamelessly showing off my dick. One Latino daddy is hung very well—I let him take over as my knees are screaming at me. I go to the slurp ramp. A man of ample weight is waiting to suck. I give him my dick. It starts quite well…wet and with great suction. Then he seemingly shows off his specialty—chewing on my cock head. I let out a yelp—and beat a hasty retreat. I go back to Jay. He’s ready to play. We go back to the air conditioned sling room. The guy is still taking dick. Jay scrambles up on the exam table. It has half the table standing upright, to form a back rest. He sits, leans against it and presents me with his ass. I eat him out as voraciously as he did me yesterday. He is begging for cock. I stand up and shove into him. He groans and takes it. Men come to watch. One man steps up on something in order to feed Jay his prick. This makes me fuck him harder. When the man steps down and moves away—Jay and I shift positions, so he is chest to the padded table—making his mouth more easily available. I eat his hole again—as he sucks random men. A hot young man is in his mouth as I stand up and fuck him. The guy’s eyes light up. Soon enough he is taking a turn in Jay’s ass… * I walk around. I end up in the Barracks lean-to…which is not air-conditioned. But the sling here is padlocked in place for a tall person…and there is hairy cub in it. He watches me approach. I slap my cock on the small mound in his old school jock. He is surprised that I sink to my knees and eat his ass. It is wet and inviting. He’s been fucked this morning. He whimpers his appreciation. I love his hair, his taste, his puffy ass lips and his overall scent. I stand up. My cock is rock hard. I work it slowly into him. He gasps, takes a breath and squeezes down. I take it as my signal to go on. I fuck. It’s hot—we are in the shade, but it is mid day in the desert. We sweat—but it is instantly dried on our bodies. A man in a blue jock, with a matching bandanna tied around his neck, comes in to join us. He might even know the guy in the sling, I can’t be sure. He sports a big dick that instantly goes in the cub’s mouth. I fuck harder. But still slowly and deliberately. I offer the new man to take a turn—but he is very happy in the Cub’s mouth. One hand goes back and forth between the Cub’s nipples. His other hand works his own. I build now to a real hip slamming speed. Over and over I rail into him. Making the bystander squeeze harder. I only stop when the heat becomes too intense. * Later. I fuck on the bed in the Barracks with a man my age. I suck off a very large man in a NOLA t-shirt at the concrete slurp ramp. I am sucked by a couple in the porn room—giving me expert head as they change back and forth from my cock to my balls. I fuck the same Cub in the same sling, but with a different man in his mouth. I have fucked for so long, I don’t care if I shoot… * We have had our lunch long ago. The crowd is thinning now. It’s around 3:30pm. I wander back to our seating. I find Jay with news. “Did you see the furry guy next to us?” If I have, I am not sure which one he means, as anytime I have been here, the chaise next to us has been empty. I say so. “Well, he’s seen you. He wants you to fuck him.” “Ok.” I sit down and drink. “There he is.” Walking up from the pool is a man I’ve seen around during the course of the day. He is young for here and for the crowd today. Early 30’s. Sort of a cross between an Otter and a Cub. He walks by us to his chaise and I can really see his ass. It is a work of art. High and round and hairy. Jay hails him. He comes over and we start to chat…and suddenly our mouths are all over each other. I am kissing him and Jay is eating his ass. Soon the guy is bent over with my dick in his mouth and Jay still slobbering all over his hole. He is turned. He hangs on to Jay’s shoulders and I enter him. I open him slowly, then sink down and eat his hole myself. He crawls slowly up on the chaise. Jay feeds him his cock. I stand up and slide into him again. This time his hole flowers open. He groans around Jay’s dick, then pulls it out of his mouth to beg me to fuck him and breed him. This kid is going to change my mind about shooting a load. “Please breed me with that huge cock.” Oh, fuck, that is doing it…I plow him harder and harder. And…I’m there. I shoot. But not completely. But I can feel seed gush. I pull out, jerking, and let Jay felch my load from that hairy ass. He digs in and finds it, grunting happily. When he has lapped all he can reach, he turns to clean my dick. I push him out of the way and jam it back into the cummy hole as I fire off a second round and howl… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: The Resort (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 1, 2021 -
Palm Springs: Filling Johnny's Ass
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Palm Springs—September, 2021 Monday dawned hot and bright. As I read my book in the shade on the porch, I looked at where I could play with Johnny. Jay had told me it was fine to move a sling to my bedroom, but Johnny wanted piss—and I had not seen any kind of tarp to go under the sling. I looked out at the arbor where the wading pool had been. It’s hard to see in the picture, with the umbrella in the way, but it has a slatted roof. I found some big towels and was able to cover most of it to make some shade. I also hung some other towels as curtains on the east side of the structure. Jay helped me move the sling. I stripped to my yellow jock and boots. I was ready. I sent a text to Johnny to tell him so. He replied he was just checking out and would be there in about six minutes… I let him in at the side gate so I don’t disturb my hosts—who both work from home. The moment the gate latches we are kissing in the shade of the tall palms of the fence line. He is taller than I remember, close to six foot. He is thin and barely dressed. His arms, nicely defined, pull me to him as our tongues surrender to each other. We break the kiss, and we walk around the swimming pool to the arbor. He pulls the tee shirt over his head and tosses it on a white chair out in the sunshine. He is a lithe guy, with a toned and hard bodied. His skin is a beautiful cinnamon color. His black hair is in an asymmetrical cut—and the stubble on his face is trimmed and shaped. He ditches the shorts to reveal a blue jock with a plumped up pouch. He slides the running shoes back on—and drags me to the shade I’ve created over the sling. Johnny goes to his knees. He takes my cock out of my jock. I am instantly hard. It slaps his cheek before he takes me down. To the root. He holds me there, my pubes in his nose. His throat is so damn tight. He holds, and holds, and suddenly releases me. I pant—and he does it again, holding every inch of me in his tight throat. This time on the release, the long strands of deep spittle connect us. I twirl them with my fingers. He sucks them clean. He goes down on me a third time. I hold the back on his head and actually fuck his face a little. He groans his approval—and never chokes. I pull him up. We kiss. Deep and long in the hot desert air. I break it, with: “Get in the sling—I want to eat that hairy ass.” I rim him, but not as long as I want to as he’s begging for my cock. “I want your cock in me,” he mutters. “Your raw cock, Papi.” I have left enough saliva in his hole to slide in with a just a little lube. He is tight. And a milker. From the first moment, he is squeezing my shaft on every stroke. I keep a slow, steady rhythm—our eyes locked together. I pull out. I splatter some piss on his already wet hole. I kneel and lick it up. Johnny moans. I stand up and go back to fucking him. Harder. Stronger. We don’t have all morning. He needs to get to LA. I pause and drink from my water bottle—and pass it to Johnny as I slide back into him. “Can you feed me, Papi?” I fuck him harder. Really pounding into him. I feel my bladder kick in. I pull out and send a huge stream of clear piss into his face. He opens his mouth and takes the rest. Well, before the strength weakens and it coats his chest. I lean forward and begin to lick it up. I spit some into his mouth. Most of my piss dries in the heat before I get my tongue to it. “Cum in me. Send me home with your babies.” I kneel and rim a little. I stroke myself hard as I do it. I am so close. I stand and fuck a little longer—as my eminent orgasm recedes. I do it again…and the moment I push between his puffy ass lips, I explode. Not a huge gush of seed, but a lot of sensation as his tight hole squeezes it all out of me. “Can you piss inside?” he whispers. “I think....” Before I finish the sentence I am emptying into him. I lean down and kiss him again as I fill his hot ass… When I come up for air, I ask if he wants to shower. He says he wants to take all my fluids home. Then he thinks a little more—LA traffic, his Mother…he opts to shower. I tuck my wet cock back into the pouch and show him to my bathroom. He is quick and soon on his way. The moment I step back into the house from closing the gate behind Johnny, Jay steps out of his office—totally naked. “You promised!” I go into his office and shut the door. I take my cock out—so he can taste Johnny on me. Such a pig…he erects instantly as he cleans me of Johnny’s ass juices and my cum and piss. My cock is spent. But I crawl under the rimseat—(funny how it lives in his office!) and eat out his hole as he jerks to the taste of Johnny’s beautiful ass…. The original is here with some great comments: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: Filling Johnny's Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 28, 2021 -
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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 6
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Installment number Six of probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, so did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - along with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the Ranch guesthouse with his supposedly more vanilla husband Charlie), German student Karl the Houseboy and the skinhead Manager Zar. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me, at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on that stormy Friday evening as Charlie plans a surprise for Kieran that we'll all enjoy. Once again, apologies for the delay. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 6 ...then it was time for the boys to go deliver to the rest of the town – promising to be back by 8:30 to get ready for the orgy and for Charlie’s plan. I took those couple of hours to call my hubby at his convention and see how it was going – that night was the entertainment night, though he admitted my night would likely be more entertaining. Telling each other “I love you”, I then texted Jimmy and let him know what was happening. He texted that he and his hubby were heading to the Mews for a romantic dinner and probably some vanilla sex later. I then put the Gregorian Chant back on and rested, getting a bit of a snooze in. FRIDAY EVENING: PARTY PREP AND CHARLIE’S ‘REVENGE’ A bright flash and a deafening ominous roll of thunder abruptly woke me from my disco-power nap. Startled, I looked at my laptop’s clock and saw that it was just after 8pm… moments later my travel alarm started its obnoxious high-pitched beeping. I was pleased I was able to get almost a 2-hour nap in, as I was feeling refreshed and ready/horny for the coming House Party. Hearing the wind pick up to a howl, I glanced out my window to see an incredible amount of rain pouring down almost sidewise in the heavy winds that had picked up. Water was rolling downhill on Carver Street and pooling some where the road dead ended at Commercial Street. There were a number of tree limbs visible as I looked, then turned and glanced back up Carver towards the Backstreet Bar – this was no minor storm! I hoped the boys weren’t made late by the weather, as they were out on their rounds delivering the magic enhancements many gay men on vacation liked to enjoy. Knowing there were likely to be a good number of guys in and out of my room at times during the orgy, I spent the time waiting for Lou and Vice by getting everything set for a bunch of strangers stopping by. All my normal clothes were put on hangers, and luggage, my computer case, wallet and valuables were locked in my large rolling suitcase, with hangers, suitcase and a knapsack of my more expensive sex toys moved to the closet, which would be locked as soon as Lou got his stuff in there. I left out the cooler with snacks, my laptop, my party case including my pipes, paper towels, lube, poppers and max impact out, and laid a bunch of leatherwear on the bed for the three of us to choose from after showering. The party case was a lockable toolbox with an additional smaller locked area in the lid. The favors were locked in that lid after I filled my pipes, and then the pipes, torches, and other items were locked in the outer box with a metal cable computer/luggage lock which chained it to the frame of the bed. I used another cable to lock my computer to the exposed pipes that ran up the room wall behind the dresser it sat on. (I know I sound a bit paranoid, but T sometimes lets some men ‘forget their manners’, so better safe than sorry…). I pulled out some plastic food wrap – a trick my buddies from Jersey City taught me – and proceeded to double cover my keyboard with it then pulled a sheet very tightly over the screen, taping both down to prevent lubed or greasy hands from messing up the machine. [It works like a charm, BTW you just have to make sure you don’t wrap the entire thing and cover the fan exhausts on the bottom!] A tap on the door was followed by Charlie sticking his head in asking for my number so he could text me his. That way, we’d know when he was ready for us to come down and get his naughty honey all prepped to enjoy his partying openly for the first time with his Hubby Charlie - who swore off partying three years earlier for Kieran who was much more prudish back then. Moments after we did the number exchange my phone buzzed again, letting me know our delivery men had returned and were about a block away, so I should come down and meet them on the porch. I went down in just construction boots and cutoffs and stepped out onto the porch where I was immediately buffeted by stinging rain as two shapes in slickers carrying a couple of large black hefty leaf bags pelted down the street then up onto the porch. They were drenched but they had only shorts and flipflops on under the ponchos (regular clothes and shoes were in one of the bags). “You’re early,” I observed. “Not that I mind.” “We certainly didn’t ‘hang’ anywhere – not with a hot party like this one awaiting us and not in this monsoon my man,” replied Lou with a cocky grin... so let 'Santa' deliver his presents jiffy-quick and then we can shower and prep and start the debauchery.” We hung their slickers by the main door and the duffel bags and knapsacks we pulled from the big hefty bags were all dry and snug, and rolled up the bags inside each other and left them in the vestibule. “Okay, so only one more to go and I’ll be able to lock the door early,” Zar said coming up behind us. “The few who went out are back from dinner and I have a single guest checking in who just called from the Amtrak Shuttle Bus from Hyannis that he’s been on for over 2 hours coming up from the train station cause of the shitty weather. He said they just entered the East End, so he should be here in less than ten minutes, and I can get ready early for a change!” Zar seemed like a kid in a candy store, very different from his usual taciturn personality. He reminded us to come down to the staff area in the basement to shower and clean up once Lou did his quick rounds of the rooms that needed him. We dropped their bags in my room while Lou pulled a lockbox from his things, dropped it in a small knapsack, with a case for one pipe and one torch and said he’d be quick, only one puff with each ‘client’. While he was gone, Vice and I shared a granola bar and some Gatorade while we picked out cock rings and other items for the three of us to wear during the party and left them on the bed while I put the heavier chaps and vest away, at least for now. In about 15 minutes Lou was back – between guys needing to shower and clean out in the shared bathrooms and his promise that he was staying to party with us, the guys all let him go with only a quick puff or two each to show the quality of his product. He approved of the choices we made for him for ‘accessories’ and taking my shaving/shower kit with me, we headed down the back stairs to clean up in the staff shower rooms, skipping the wait for the guest bathrooms on the first, second and third floors. Several of the houseboys were down there waiting for their deliveries as well. Three out of the five received items from Lou – German migrant worker Karl, Southern Miles and another international worker, a beefy kid from Sicily named Lorenzo. We stripped down while those three loaded pipes and such, with Karl passing his pipe to all of us while Lorenzo brought us towels. After a few clouds each, and realizing these kids weren’t going anywhere and were going to watch most of this, we turned on the gang showers and used the hoses to fill ourselves up for clean-out. FORTUNATELY, as I mentioned earlier in Part 3, at least the commodes on this level were individually enclosed so they couldn’t watch THAT part, thank god. After each of us rinsed out several times and felt ready to go, we got back in the group shower and started cleaning up – and to make the boys nuts (we thought) we started soaping each other, stroking dicks and nips, grabbing ass – until we were suddenly joined by the three under our showerheads, all the boys sampling a few sucks on our cocks and helping us wash our cracks and all. Lorenzo (who’s dad and grandpa were barbers) offered touch up shaves or trims around nips, chest, pubes and ass, all of us taking advantage of a little bit of personal ‘gardening’ to look hotter. While brushing our teeth and drying our hair, I passed my nail clippers along to the other two indicating it would probably be a good idea ‘just in case’. Karl instantly agreed with me from the shower where he was finishing his own clean up and encouraging them heartily to do so. The other two house boys, dark haired heavy bodied Noah and short and slight skinny hairless Seth got a bit bolder and finally came into the wet area to shower as the other three boys and we three guests were drying off and coming out. Zar came down the stairs at that moment, letting us know the last guest had arrived and he’d engaged the night lock on door fully, the house was now locked down and ready to party. He asked if one of the boys who was readiest could go upstairs and help the guest get his things to his room, so Miles pulled on some basketball shorts a tank and slides and ran up to do so. “I hope you don’t mind but since he’s in the room next to you, and seemed interested in not only our evening’s event, but in party favors, I told him to tap at your door in about 15 minutes or so and ask for Santa… you can go to his room at that point if he does ‘Alo… er, Lou’.” Lou’s face went from alarmed to a smile and he nodded his head. It seems Vice wasn’t aware of Lou’s full name! Zar received his potions and pleasures from Lou over in the corner, and as they walked back, Lou pulled another baggie of crystals as promised from his bag and handed them over with thanks. Zar dropped them in his manager’s private bedroom (the houseboys slept bunkhouse style in this one central room) and was back shortly with a really huge water bong and melted and rolled the bowl as we finished drying off and all took hits shot-gunning them to Zar or one of the boys, as Miles came bounding down the stairs. “He’s actually pretty hot,” he said. “For a really little guy he’s pretty built. Handsome too.” “And check this out,” Zar followed with a leer. “He’s a freakin’ PRIEST!!! So nasty and hot!” My eyebrows had shot up at that one, and I had a premonition. “This short hot priest wouldn’t be from Philadelphia, would he? Father Frank?” “Again? How the fuck do you know these things? You’re freaking me out man! Yeah, matter of fact he is a priest from Philly.” Zar gushed. “Because I actually know him.” I answered. “My husband lived in Philly when we met, and after a summer of living together here in P’Town, I actually gave up my apartment in NYC and spent a winter in Philadelphia with him there – never again! New York in winter from then on!” I paused to hit the bong then continued: “I met Father Frank that winter in Philly, he being a good friend of my hubby’s… he’s actually an Episcopal Priest now. He started Catholic but when he realized he just couldn’t give up sex, especially gay sex once he discovered it, he switched teams. He always wants to get real piggy, but his own partner very much prevents him from doing so, unlike mine. I had actually recommended this place to him! Oh, tonight just gets better and better…” I really shouldn’t have been surprised to find out he was here. He always came to P’town during this same week we did every summer and we always bumped into him. When his other half wasn’t around, I’d tell him how many hot times I’d had at the Ranch despite its slightly sleazy reputation, and he so wanted to try the place out. Since there were some years his partner didn’t join him, or came later as mine did, this must have been one of those times and Father Frank must have been ready to get his freak on. I gave the Houseboys a “heads up” that he’d probably be paying them a LOT of attention as twinks seemed to be his favorite extracurricular activity when away from his much older staid partner. Leo, Vice and I, just wrapped in towels while carrying our other stuff, headed back up to the room. I gave them both cockrings to wear (we had to help Vice get his on. I had Vice in a black metal one along with a leather armband only on the left for “top only” and adjusted my leather shorts to his waist size with both front and back panels off. Lou and I sported both arms for versatile. I had on a body harness and leather wrist cuffs that had zipped slit pockets I could stash my keys in while Lou borrowed my vest and a thick chrome cockring. We were approving each other’s look when there was a tapping at the door. “Come on in Frank!” I called out. My door opened and a flabbergasted looking Father Frank stepped through. “Francis Xavier Murphy, how nice of you to join us!” “Holy cow!” was the reply from the compact [banned word] priest - who I finally realized with a chuckle resembled Kirk Douglas in “Spartacus” down to the chin cleft. “Your other half isn’t in on this right?” Frank asked once we gave each other a greeting and a hug. “No, this would never be his thing, you know that… he’s at the annual Convention. And Terrance?” “Teaching a summer course at a Divinity School in England. I’m free to indulge.” I introduced him to the guys and we sparked up my pipe and had him do several hits. Seeing us checking out his tentative use of the torch, he gave us a little smile “I’m actually pretty new to this… some help please?” Vice did the honors with the torch for him to take a few more and then we each took our own hits and shot-gunned him. He seemed to really like that. Lou pulled something from his bag and palmed it to Frank, walking him next door to get his remuneration. I got a text from Charlie saying “About 5 minutes” so Lou gave us each a booty bump and injected all three of us with Tri-Mix to assure we’d all be able to top effortlessly during the evening. Charlie arrived a moment later and Lou gave him a Tri-Mix shot too – one he’d originally intended for Kieran. A quick small dose of G in some Gatorade for all of us and we locked the room and headed down to Kieran and Charlie’s. The hot former frat boy must have just gotten back from his shower and clean up as his hair was still damp and he seemed a bit groggy when Charlie welcomed us into the room. “Gentlemen, some help please?” requested Charlie as we manhandled Kieran into the sling while his bear cub lover gagged him with a wide leather strap. We then used the cuffs on ankles and wrist to secure him into the sling, heretofore generally only occupied by Charlie. “You may wonder what’s going on here,” Charlie said as Lou handed him some things Kieran strained his neck to see. The fratboy’s eyes widened in astonishment when he saw his other half light a torch, and started expertly rolling a glass pipe, blowing a few huge clouds over Kieran’s face, then shotgunning each of the rest of us. The bound hottie looked longingly at the pipe while still the picture of utter confusion. “Three years ago when we met, I gave up partying and fucking around raw for my new guy who was terrified of both. Imagine my astonishment when I find out he’s doing party chems and not only bottoming, but bareback and taking loads!’ Kieran looked like he was going to have a heart attack, and was trying to say something around the gag, but Charlie just went on. “And, my love, I am PISSED!!” Kieran looked about to cry. “Not because you were doing either thing. Pissed because you were doing it WITHOUT ME, who gave it up for YOU!” He finally smiled down at his bound boyfriend. “So tonight, I’m going to celebrate being able to be a chempig again, and YOU are going to have more chemsex that you ever dreamed. So, J, if you’d get him ready…” Kieran had calmed down now, and I dropped to my knees and started to rim that hot jock hole getting him nice and wet. Vice passed me a good-sized crystal and I inserted it as far as my wetted fingers could push it. He mewed a bit through the gag as what had to be a bit of burn set in. This of course was more distraction than anything as Lou came around and stretched a tourniquet around Kieran’s arm, while Charlie stepped in front of the sling with one on his left arm and a point in his right. Charlie expertly found a good vein, got a register and injected himself with the entire contents while Kieran looked on gob-smacked. Before he released his tourniquet, Charlie hissed “YOUR TURN” as Lou said “Don’t move” and began injecting the tied up Jock. Charlie raised his arm over his head and pulled his band and then gave two loud hard coughs, followed by a “Fuck yes, Finally… So damn good!” Vice pulled Kieran’s gag off just as Lou pulled the kid’s band away and Kieran coughed out a couple of times followed by “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” Charlie smiled as he dropped his yellow jockstrap and his trimix hard cock sprang out. With a quick pump from the lube bottle he greased up his tool and pushed it into Kieran in one slow thrust to the balls. Kieran was gasping for air from the swift entry when Charlie murmured “I do love you ya’ know baby… just don’t keep your desires a secret in the future, eh?” Still at a loss for words, Kieran just nodded. “Now you are going to stay in this sling until everyone who WANTS to fuck you has fucked you, baby. And you don’t get to say “no” to anyone do you hear? As your punishment you have to take on all comers, no matter who. When I let you out you can top again if you want and make your choices but for now you open for all, starting with me. Damn your hole is fine, I can’t believe I’ve been missing this being a total bottom for you… let’s change that up in the future, shall we?” Charlie half made love and half grudge fucked his boyfriend and it was hot to watch. The reclined back of the sling hung over the bed so a nimble guy could straddle the face of the occupant and either feed him cock or make him eat ass. As Charlie fucked his boy, I did both of those things and Kieran hungrily sucked and rimmed like a starving man. When we switched out to me fucking him, Charlie opened the door wide and left it wide open, inviting anyone who passed inside, letting them know his top boyfriend was being punished for misbehaving. The four of us all fucked him and had him orally service us to get his evening started right. I was not surprised when the first in the door from the hallway was Father Frank. I couldn’t wait to tell Kieran that the hot little guy who brutally fucked him (in only the best way) was a Priest!’ Charlie made sure Kieran saw him fucking both me and Lou while Vice and the rest of us took turns sandwiching Charlie from behind making him “Lucky Pierre” in front of his main squeeze. Karl was lassoed in for Charlie to pound out while more guys entered and took a turn on Kieran’s hot manhole. Lou indicated the door with a tilt of his head and I nodded back. Leaning over to talk into Kieran’s ear for a moment while his mouth was free for a minute I said, “Enjoying yourself?” A vigorous nod. “Good. Just so you know I wouldn’t have joined in if I thought this would upset you, but I figured Charlie was due his surprise, and that you’d like the outcome.” He nodded again with a big grin and wiggled his eyebrows up and down. “Oh, and just so you know? That hot little number that was the first to fuck you after the four of us? That’s a friend of mine. He’s a Priest at a parish in Philadelphia…” He gasped and his cock spit out a good glob of pre-cum and after a grunt he finally spoke, “oh fuck a Priest? That’s so wrong but hot.” “Sure is,” I replied. “We’re going to go cruise around a bit. Enjoy yourself and I’ll see you later. Maybe by then you can fuck one of us…” He winked in response and then demanded out loud, “Will one of you lazy fuckers sit on my face already??” I slipped out knowing he’d be just fine. Lou and Vice were waiting in the hall, and Vice was wondering about the extra strip of cloth most of the guys had tied somewhere on their body. I pointed over at a couple of baskets sitting on a table near the top of the stairs with a small light on it. “I remember these from last time – they’re sexual shorthand. One on the left means top, like I told you, one on the right means bottom, two mean versatile.” He nodded. “Black bands mean you bareback either top, both or bottom. White means condoms safe only, again top, both or bottom. You may notice a guy or two with two different colors, usually black left/white right meaning he’s versatile and he’ll sure GIVE loads while topping but not take them when bottoming, otherwise known as a selfish fucker…” Lou honked out a laugh at that. “And the glittery ones?” Vice asked. “Bystanders, Voyeurs, Watchers. They want to be able to look but won’t touch or be touched… usually lovers who don’t do extracurricular, or somebody who has some kind of STD, or a significantly older guy who doesn’t have the ‘umpf’ anymore but still has a sexy pervy mind. So long story short, don’t be bothered if all they do is look, don’t touch them and they won’t touch you.” We went to the table, and I tied one black band around Vice’s left arm while Lou and I both took two black bands. The table also held a bowl of condoms, some lube samples, paper towels and wet-wipes. We left those where they were and Lou headed toward my room, so he missed Vice holding a second black band while contemplating his bare right arm, went to put it back down, then tucked it into the small slash pocket of his (well, MINE, actually but he was wearing them) chap shorts. My breath caught for a moment as I waited for him to catch up. Lou had missed the little drama at the table, but I could see our str8 boy knew I had caught his action. Even in the red hallway lighting I could tell he blushed as his skin noticeably darkened. I just gave him a small understanding smile, and brief nod. “If you do decide, man, could I…?” He cut me off, “Only you. If I decide, I want an expert. No promises though, right?” he whispered. “No promises man... and I won’t tell either.” I whispered back, totally flattered by the compliment. Just then two guys came out of the bathroom, toiletry bags in hand, both wearing grey cotton jersey sweat shorts – which was more than the rest of us wandering the halls – the one in front was my age or perhaps even a bit older, in good shape but almost “too” perfect if you know what I mean – waxed, shaved, plucked, spray tan. All of that would have been just fine, if that was his M.O. except for the expression on his face and the disdain in his voice as he called over his shoulder to his companion, “Come on, quit gawking, let’s get back to our room before we catch something… nasty…” He headed to the only room on this floor, and one of only three in the whole place that had their doors closed and locked and their “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging from the knob. The unfriendly fellow slipped into that room not without a raised eyebrow and smirk as he looked back at all the guys out and about and just rolled his eyes and murmured, “pathetic”. Hmmm, not heavy on the people skills, and whatever brought him to stay at THIS place of all possible guest houses in Provincetown if he was such an apparent prude? That’s when I noticed his companion. Up until now the closest anyone in the place came to African American Lou in ethnicity was Vice with his olive Portuguese skin – but now there was this guy. Glossy black hair, moustache and beard, soulful brown eyes, incredible mahogany colored skin and a rugby players’ compact muscle bod. He immediately reminded me of my Junior and Senior year Philosophy professor at Fordham – an unbelievably hot Iranian dude who’d never had man-sex before I met him, and even at 19 I was able to teach him a LOT about certain pleasures he’d never considered before, and we were occasional fuck-buds even after I got 4.0s in both of his courses (legitimately, actually!). This guy in the red-lit hallway took me right back to those days, looking like Persian or Arabian Royalty. With his opinionated other half now behind a closed door, he smiled shyly at Vice and me and some of the others as he glanced around with a hungry look. “Sorry you’re not joining us,” I whispered to him as he moved past me, and that was BEFORE I caught sight of one of the most magnificent asses in creation. His huge melon-shaped muscles made my jaw drop and he caught me looking at his ass and just smiled a dazzling white smile over his shoulder as he opened his door while his roommate screeched “Hurry up and close it or they’ll be banging it down…” No matter how good looking the snobby guy was, no one was going to knock down his door with THAT attitude. Pity about his partner though. As I watched the door close, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Even I have to admit that was one wickie incredible ass,” Vice commented. “I can understand your mind freeze – come on J-Daddy let’s go get ourselves some magic vapors.” Lou was sitting on one of the two stools in my room getting some enhancements prepped for any visitors that perhaps wanted to trade some sexual favors for some chemical ones. I put a DVD with 6 hours of gay leather porn interspersed with short clips of hot guys clouding or slamming into my laptop and sat back to watch while we fired up the glass cock. The door fortunately swung open away from the bed and the rest of the room so we could leave it open enough to be inviting while not doing our T break right out in the open. We were joined shortly by Tom (Lou’s first customer from the afternoon) and his equally bearish other half Ed, torches were lit, pipes were passed around, clouds blowing when Father Frank arrived with Seth the most altar-boy-like house boy in tow, followed by workmates Miles and Karl. *Oh fine* I thought to myself *I’m wanting hot MEN and my room is filling up with boys*. We’d run out of places to sit, so I pointed at the Caverjack infused hard-ons Lou, Vice and I were sporting and suggested that here were a couple of seats. Tom got up and sank his hot hairy hole down on Lou’s pole, Karl moved to Vice’s lap and while feeding the houseboy cloud after cloud, Father Frank smoothly maneuvered the now tweaking Seth onto his lap and the kid looked happy as a clam. Wiry redneck Miles chose my lap, but asked “can we switch some of the time?” rather plaintively and I assured him I was as vers as he was. “Hey,” little Seth pointed out, the big guy is getting left out – indicating Tom’s partner Ed, who as bears go was a real grizzly. “Easily solved,” I joked. Having Miles wrap his legs around my back, I stood up while still full in that tight ass (I was still in the shape to do this back then) turned and said to Ed “would you position that please?” Ed held his hard nice sized piece straight up while Karl held poppers under my nose, and I sat down on the big bear’s cock and huge thighs, all while lean lanky Miles was still impaled on my tool. “Are we crushing you?” I asked Ed over my shoulder. His cock pulsed twice in my ass as his deep voice rumbled “Only in the best way man.” More pipe and more clouds ensued while we began the sex in a relaxed casual way. The evening was just getting started. -
"Jake Morgan Is Looking for You!"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—August, 2021 I heard from the Professor while I was working out of state this last July. He wrote the most intriguing sentence I’d received in a long time: “I just heard from Jake Morgan, who is looking for you.” I had the hot pornsters email (from after we had fucked in December of 2017), so of course I dropped him a line. It seems that Jake had had a personal appearance in Detroit. He remembered that I lived in Michigan and was hoping he could jump in the sling on his way back home to Chicago. Of course I was nowhere near home, working in Indiana at the time. But we soon switched to text, for Jake wanted to see if we could still meet. We set up a point halfway between us, but on the day we had to postpone. Once I was done working in Indiana, we tried to find a new date. Jake was making a ton of public appearances, so we finally just put it on hold. Then it all seemed to fall into place. He was coming back from an appearance in St Louis. Could I meet him at his apartment instead of a motel? Of course I could. I packed the sling and set out… I arrive a little early. Jake texts—he is running late. I am eventually let into Jake’s place by his friend, Clay Towers, (who I have also played with, thanks to the Professor.) We catch up, sitting in Jake’s living room. Jake arrives, all apologies. He may have been in his rental car for five hours, but he looks great to me. Clay takes off and Jake and I hike the three blocks to my car to bring in the sling. We move some furniture for it and cover the two sofas with play sheets. I set up the sling as he heads into the shower. I strip to my jock and boots—and stretch out on the bigger sofa and close my eyes. I hear a noise. Jake is standing by me, naked except for a jock. I get up. We kiss. Deeply. I have forgotten he’s taller than I remember. We are an easy fit. Both of us have restless tongues. Our bodies grind together, making my cock spring out of the side of my jock. I love the feel of the hair on his chest as we hold onto each other. Jake goes to his knees. He takes my hard cock the rest of the way out of my jock. He just looks at it for a moment—then his tongue darts out and connects with my piss slit. He licks it once—twice and then the head disappears into his mouth. I close my eyes and let him suck me. He’s great—and doesn’t forget my balls. “I gotta taste your hole,” I tell him. He gets up on the love seat, presenting that gorgeous ass to me. I go to my knees, pull his cheeks apart slightly and dig in. Jake groans. So I go deeper. I fuck him with my tongue. I leave his hole incredibly wet. I stand up and poke my drooling cock head into his pucker. I pop in. Jake moans into the back of the loveseat. I wait…and then slowly enter him with my entire length. I fuck that famous ass gently, with long deliberate strokes. Jake pants. We pause as me finds his silicone based lube. I reapply and fuck him some more—this time with him riding me as I lay on the bigger couch. When he rolls off me, Jake moves down and cleans my cock. I ask him to kiss me—and he does with all the flavors of our two bodies. He has me sit on the love seat and he kneels again—this time between my splayed legs. He lovingly licks every inch of my dick. Then my balls. He lifts them and tongues my perineum. Jake now sucks each orb—pulling them into his mouth with light suction—and an ever swirling tongue. He goes lower. His tongue grazes my asshole. He looks up at me: “Do you like your ass eaten?” I nod. Jake dives in—doing everything I did to him. My cock is bouncing as I have to let go of it. He prods and spits and licks. He doesn’t tire of eating me out. I finally suggest he get in the sling. I move to help get his ankles in the stirrups, but he beats me to it—slipping right into them in a practiced move. I so want a picture of him there—but I’m not about to stop to find my phone. I kneel and eat his ass again as I grease my dick with his silicone lube. I stand. I glide in. To the hilt in one easy move. Jake relaxes completely. This is the way to fuck. I start slow. Build. The chains are groaning and banging. We have strapped a mirror of his to the top of the frame as I forgot mine. I fuck him so hard one of the ties on the mirror loosens. We pause as I fix it—then I am back in him, leaning down and kissing him as my cock drills into his hole… * We break for water. “Get in the sling,” Jake tells me. “I want to eat your ass again.” “Just kiss me when you’re done…” I lay back—I need help to get my booted feet into the stirrups. Jake kneels and pulls my ass cheeks apart. His tongue just grazes my hole. He spits. I look up in the mirror and watch the top of his head move up and down my ass crack. He hands me his poppers. “Take a hit.” I do. The moment the vapor hits, his tongue is drilling me. I lose all track of time. I babble, telling him to eat my ass, to fuck me with that hot tongue. I really only return to reality when he stands up and gives me a long wet kiss. His hard cock glances over my hole as we lie on each other chest to chest. I shiver---and his strong arms hold onto me. Finally we come up for air. Jake gets back in the sling. It’s late. We both know it’s time. “You want my cum?” I whisper as my cock slips back up him. “Fuck, yes…” “I really want to breed you.” I pump harder. “I didn’t get to last time. Our host deserved it.” My strokes are longer now. Hard. His cock is drooling. I fuck him harder yet. Then a quick dip to taste his wet, slick, stretched pucker. That does it—I push back in and explode. I grab the bars above me to hang on… Jake jerks out his load with me still deep inside him. I finally let go of the frame and bend. I lick up his load, swallowing some—and keep some in my mouth to add to mine deep in his ass…. * And every bit as good as the sex…was that muscular arm wrapped around me as we fell asleep. The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Jake Morgan Is Looking for You" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) -
When I’m laying blindfolded in the sling I will get the question “can you see anything?” or “do you really not see me? or “are your eyes really covered?” I usually get the question a couple times a night. I always answer that I can’t see anything even though that’s not 100% true. I’ve tried different styles of blindfolds (the full face hood with eye pads, a bandanna over my eyes, a hat or towel over my face). I’ve found the bandanna works the best for me. The bandanna blindfold keeps my nose open for poppers, my mouth open for dick, it’s relatively well secured, and doesn’t retain heat (which can sometimes be an issue when I’m going hard and enhanced). Also it keeps my face relatively exposed. Unfortunately there is a gap at the bottom of the blindfold that permits me to see some of what is walking up to the sling. With the dark lighting and my eyes mostly covered I can’t make out details but I do get a sense of features (body size, dick size, number of guys, etc). The unsuspected surprise of a dick on my hole or a hand on my body isn’t as impactful when I can see it coming. My goal is to blind myself to the top but I want the guy fucking me and the others standing around waiting their turn to see as much of me as possible. The top should know that they can do anything they want to me and I’ll never know who they are.
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Does anyone know what this piece of equipment is called? [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video68588971/gimme_more_cock_daddy# I've looked on a couple of fetish store websites, tried Googling different word combinations -sling freestanding cradle fetish rocking - but can't seem to find anything.
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This is a side-project that goes along with my other story. However, it can easily be read on its own. Be warned it will have a similar set up to another story on here, but only in setting up the setup of the plot. Let me know what you think down in the comments! ---- Part 1 “That's it boy, suck on that nice piece of meat. Get it nice and wet for what’s coming!” Urged on by the hot, muscled man standing above me, I forced his cock deeper into my mouth, enjoying the feeling and taste of his dripping, uncut cock sliding around on my tongue, my own cock throbbing in anticipation. I moan as I felt him place his hand on the back of my head, urging me even deeper down on his cock. Forcing myself not to gag from its massive size, I let him slowly rape my mouth as he let out a content sigh. Soon I'd finally get what I fantasized and dreamed of. A huge cock shooting a thick load deep up my virgin ass. — It was hard to believe that that morning I was just a young, 18-year-old virgin. I knew from a young age that I was gay; girls never even blipped on my radar, and I always found myself fantasizing about some of the hotter guys in my class kissing me and feeling me up. However, I never acted on it. My family had moved to our small, midwestern town when I was in 6th grade, leaving me friendless. My former best friend was over 1000 miles away on the east coast, as well as everyone I knew growing up. I hadn’t been popular, but I was at least well-liked by nearly everyone. In my new school, I was an outcast… quiet, shy, too smart for the popular crowd and disliked because I actually enjoyed being at school. By the time I hit my senior year, I knew I wanted to be like the guys I saw in the porn I found online. A slut, taking cock from multiple guys until shooting all over myself. My only friends were a few of the nerdier, but in my opinion, much cooler girls who shared some of my same interests in different books and shows at the time. Nobody, however, knew my secret… that I wanted nothing more than to lose my virginity to a hot top. This obviously didn’t stop me from being made fun of, with being called things like fag or queer by the hotter, popular jocks in the in-crowd. Rationally, I knew it was only to get a rise out me, but a part of me always worried they knew I was what I secretly wanted to be. By the end of my senior year, I couldn’t take it any longer. I was tired of jacking off and pretending I was getting fucked by some hot, muscled guy as I fingered myself to climax in my hand, licking my hand clean to keep my secret from my thankfully more liberal parents and 5 sisters. I decided to finally lose my virginity and started to secretly hatch out a plan. Having gotten a few letters from some prospective colleges from the large city about 3 hours away, I planned to go and look at a few, staying at my distant cousin’s apartment near one of the campus. Knowing he wouldn’t care if I was there or not, I figured I could make my parents believe my half-lie. I would look at the school that week, during spring break at my school, and during the weekend I would go to a gay bathhouse I had read about in some of my lurkings online. It would be a week after 18th birthday, so I would finally be legal to enter. And maybe, just maybe, I would find someone to help me fulfill my wish of losing my “cherry.” — The week came quickly when my parents sat me down, my bag already around my shoulders and my keys to the small Honda my parent’s bought me in my hands. I had hoped to sneak out with a quick goodbye. “Buddy,” my father, still in his lab coat from work at the local hospital, “We need to have a talk.” SHIT! I thought to myself, THEY KNOW. FUCK!!! “Uh… yeah, dad?” I said, trying not to let the fear in my mind crack into my voice. My plan was ruined, I was sure of it. The tone of his voice and the look on my mother’s face said it all. “Your mother and I have talked… we know you’re a man now, but… we’re concerned. You know we love you and only want what is best and…” “Oh Robert!” my mother sighed, her thick accent coming through as she crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes at my dad, “Shit or get off a pie.” “Pot… mom… it’s pot…. it’s slang for toilet…” I said, smiling slightly at her mistranslation. Thirty years and she STILL got idioms wrong. I was beginning to think it may be intentional. “I like mine better,” she huffed before continuing, before glaring at my father, “We know you are going to college soon. Tell him.” Pulling a pile of condoms and a handful of pamphlet out of his coat, he held them out to me. “You need protection. We know things happen at colleges… and we don’t want you coming back and trapped with a baby on the way with some girl, or something like HPV or herpes…” my dad blurted out, rubbing his hand on his coat as he sat back on the couch. “Uh….” was my only reply. I felt my cheeks start to burn. My parents thought I was going to get some girl pregnant. “Just take them and be careful. And have fun. We love you very much,” my mom replied with a slight nod. “And don’t trust a girl just because she is on the pill. She could be on an antibiotic, or could be asymptomatic or…” my dad replied, refusing to meet my eyes as he blurted out everything. “Thanks… I guess…” I said slowly, grabbing them with a slight grimace, “You guys know…. I learned about most of this from health class… right…? And I really am just going to check out a few schools. I’ll call and everything if you want…” “Just go have fun my little zaychik. Call when you get there so I know you are okay,” my mom replied, shooing me away. — 3 hours later, and thankfully over a hundred miles from my family, I sat my bag down in the small living room of my cousin’s apartment, glad he was willing to let me stay there while he and his friends went to spring break somewhere out east. It’s Friday night, and I’m ready to finally get down to business. Pulling out a tight pair of jeans I had outgrown the previous year, and a similarly fitting t-shirt, I changed quickly and looked up the directions and information I had written earlier and made my way to the bar where the bathhouse was located. Arriving, I quickly made my way to where the entrance was at the back and walked up to the small window, much like the ones I had seen in movies that they had at a seedy motel. I rang the bell and out from the back room came one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. Easily over 6ft, he had piercing grey eyes, long thick blonde hair, and a large piercing in his nose. He was wearing a tight-fitting wife beater that nearly covered his well-muscled chest and abs, and black leather pants that clung to his body, leaving nothing to the imagination. My eyes were quickly drawn to his pert ass and large bulge. A heavy five’o’clock shadow covered his face, which reminded me of an extremely hot bad boy version of Thor for some reason. Even his voice made me melt, gravely and deep. “Can I help you, boy? The bathroom is back in the other side of the bar,“ he said, pointing back towards the bar, looking up and down my body before smiling, “Unless you see something you like?” Flustered, I blushed and shook my head. “No… um…. I’m here to… I mean….” I said, suddenly unable to form words. “Look, no offense kid, but you got to be at least 18 to even be in the bar. You gotta be… what? 15? 16 tops?” Shaking my head no, I pulled out my wallet and pulled out my ID, sliding it under the glass. “No, sir… I’m… I’m 18,” I said with a gulp, “See… my birthday was last week.” “Sir, huh? First time to the baths then, huh?” he asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, deftly lighting one and blowing the smoke at the glass. “Uh, yeah… I… it’s that obvious huh?” I replied. “You’re a cute fucker. They are going to be all over you!” he said with a smile, the cigarette dangling in his mouth., “Room or locker?” “Oh… um….” I replied, realizing that I had no idea what to do. “I don’t really know which one…” “Hot piece like you will definitely get invited into a room in no time,” he said, “I’d go with a locker.” I nodded as he continued. “Normally the fee is $40 to get in, full $100 for a room, but seeing as you just had your birthday, and it’s your first time… how about $20?” he said, turning around and grabbing a towel and a key. Reaching into my wallet, I pulled out the two bills, left over from my gifts the week before. “Thanks…” “Don’t mention it. We all have our first times,” he said with a smile, “Maybe you’ll still be around later when I get off. Would like to help show you the ropes.” Smiling back, I entered the entrance, the door buzzing as he pressed a small button under the counter in front of him. — Looking around, I took in the sites, as dozens of naked men walked around, some with towels and others in various states of undress. I quickly found my locker, and with a deep breath, I quickly undressed. Throwing the towel around my now naked body, I grabbed a few condoms from my jean pocket, tucking them in between my skin and the cloth. Taking another look around, I felt like a fish out of water. 18, skinny with just a small amount of lean muscle on my frame. Black hair, blue eyes, and an average sized uncut cock were all I had to offer. And around me was every possible type of hot character from every gay porn I ever saw. There’s no way anyone would be interested in someone like me, I thought to myself as pulled the towel even closer. And that’s when I saw HIM. 6ft tall, heavily muscled, with a head full of thick brown hair. A face like a Greek statue, which sported a goatee and mustache. Nipple piercings and a thick hairy chest. And a what looked to be an uncut 10-incher with what looked to be a large PA peaking out from under the small towel that barely covered him, framed by a pair of low hanging bull balls. Tattoos all over his body. The man looked like sex walking. A bad boy who would ravage my hole if given the chance. Something straight out of the hottest porn. AND HE’S WALKING UP TO ME! I thought in a panic. I felt myself start to blush as he eyed me up and down, my cheeks burning even hotter as I saw his cock stir under the towel. “I’m Garrett.” he said, stopping in front of me and holding his hand out, “You must be new here.” “Jeez… it’s that obvious, huh?” I said, biting my lip as I stared at his hand, almost afraid. I looked around, lost. He waved his hand slightly in front of me drawing my attention back to him. “And you are?” I panicked for a second, thinking maybe I should make up a name before realizing that even if he knew my name, nobody around here would know me. Pulling up the courage, I shook his hand and replied. “Yurik… uh… nice to meet you…” I said, trying desperately to sound cool as my voice threatened to break as I suddenly started to spout a massive flow of words, “My mom is from Russia and that why I have a weird name. It’s-it’s my first time. I’ve never done this before, and I didn’t expect to actually find someone so hot to actually talk to me, especially you. Not with how I look. And… and… and I…. should really shut up now…” He let out a soft laugh as he let go of my hand before slowly rubbing his hand up and down my arm while looking at my smaller body. “Dude, calm down. You got nothing to worry about. Fucking sexy thing like you is a rare find here,” he said in a low, calm voice and his fingers traced down my chest and ran over my left nipple, causing to bead up instantly. I fought back a moan and looked up at him in silence. “Need someone to show you around? I would love nothing better than to show you around. Make all these fuckers here jealous,” he asked, his smile growing bigger as he saw what his touching me was doing. I slowly nodded and smiled nervously as his hand wrapped around my shoulder and he pulled me closer. “Mind if we stop by my locker first?” he asked as I felt him slowly reach down and grab my ass under the towel. Fuck, that feels so good, I thought to myself as he slowly ran his fingers through my crack, teasing the hair near my hole. “As long as you keep doing that!” I replied with a moan. “Oh, I plan on doing much much more…” he replied, and we started walking, drawing the attention from a few guys. We came to his locker and I stood there quietly as he grabbed his key and opened the door. Pulling out a large leather pouch from his shirt pocket, as well as a brown glass bottle. I knew instantly they were poppers, which I had read about and seen in various sites online. I wanted to try them, and it looked like I might get my chance with this walking sex god. I was however slightly shocked when he pulled out a large, black and green cigar and stuck it in his mouth. Some of the guys in my school smoked them when there were no adults around, looking somewhat goofy to me. But this man looked even hotter somehow with it firmly in his jaw. Looking at me suddenly, he stopped and pulled the stick out of his mouth. “Mind if I smoke?” he asked, looking directly at me as he waited for my reply. “Oh, uh… no, go ahead,” I said, my cock now throbbing under my towel at full hardness, my face still blazing red. With a smile, he pulled out the lighter from the same pouch and lit it. Drawing the flame to the end, he stuck the cigar back in his mouth and brought it to life, taking a deep drawn in before blowing it straight up in the air. Quickly enough he put everything back into the locker and wrapped his arm around my waist and we set off into the bathhouse.
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