[FelchingPisser] The Bareback Underground

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Cleveland—April, 2014

I’d seen a group listing on BBRT that intrigued me. I sent the organizer my email as he requested. And here was his answer in my inbox. It certainly made me sit up take notice.

“Hey Jizz Pigs!

Just a brief email to let you know the flashmob location announcement for the April 5th, 2014 - BBU:Bareback Underground sex party will be cumming the end of this week! The requests for information about this new sex party are flooding in daily so we want to include as many guys as possible when we release information.

In the mean time, get your piggy athletic/jock gear ready and be prepared to CUM FUCK!

BBU Code for Cruising: baseball cap forward = you are a TOP looking for a bottom; baseball cap backward = you are a BOTTOM looking for a top; baseball cap sideways = you are a VERSATILE and anything goes!

Dick Jizzerman - BBU:Bareback Underground”

And at the end of the week they announced that we would be mobbing the local bathhouse and a start time of 9 pm.

I wrote my Cleveland fuck bud who had roomed with me at IML 2013. He was convinced it was sponsored by the bathhouse, but that they did not want to actually join Cum-Union, the bareback sex party in many other cities. I wrote back to my bud that I didn’t care, as long as a lot of guys showed up from all over the Great Lakes area to fuck bare.

I couldn’t talk him into joining me there, but I made the drive. I checked in an hour early to change into my sports gear and relax. This consisted of a fairly new white jock, a white A-shirt and tennis shoes. I made sure that my Tiger’s ball cap was bill forward.

I left my dressing room and went exploring. The management had added two public slings on either side of the screen in the video room. There was also one in the public playroom where it had been for years. Otherwise the bathhouse looked the same—maybe a tad busier. I sat in the sauna—which had a large window so you could sit in the heat and cruise the guys streaming in to the showers and the toilets. I began counting baseball caps. The cruise system seemed to be working. I saw one other top, one worn to the side for a versatile and any number of bottoms. And it was still 30 minutes before the “mob” was to flash….

At 9 pm on the dot I walk into the dark area behind the video room. There are maybe 15 of us that ‘mobbed’ at the given hour. I eventually estimate a group of about 50 to 75 or so dressed in some sort of sports gear and ball caps. I dig my cock out of the jock and stand against the back wall of the dark room. I carefully find the one shaft of light in the area and position myself to let it fall on my cock.

Like bees to honey. I have a series of cock suckers get my dick wet. I can’t really see them, and I don’t really care. As my eyes adjust to the lack of light, I notice to my left that two mattresses have been placed on the floor. On one of them, I can dimly see a man on all fours. I pull out of someone’s mouth and go over and kneel behind the man on the mattress. I lean in and taste his ass. Clean. Fresh. Unused. I stick my tongue in deeper. He moans. I rear back and carefully stick the head of my cock in him.

“Jesus. Easy.” And he squirms away from me. I go back to rimming. After a while, I try again. He takes the head, now, but still pulls away. “I need to get on my back,” he tells me.

“Let’s do that new sling in the video room.”

We get up and go in—and I can see him for the first time. Likely late 30’s, a gorgeous bubble butt on a well worked out frame. His face is handsome enough, but I only have eyes for his ass. His ball cap is Cleveland, so I assume he’s a local. We are the first people to use the slings, so quite a crowd gathers. It doesn’t seem to faze him—and I love an audience. I go back to eating his ass. He jerks his cock as I rim him ever deeper. I stand up. My cock lines up perfectly. A hand snakes out of the crowd and grabs at my dick—checking the girth and likely to see if it’s latexed. I poke at his hole. This time it welcomes me in.

The man in the sling is now loving my cock. He is jerking himself faster and faster. I try to bat his hand away. Almost instantly he shoots. He points his cock away from his stomach. His load covers my cock—the cock that never stops fucking him. I am breeding him with his own jizz. He pleads with me to stop—but I don’t— until I fuck the last drop of his cum up his spasming manhole.

He thanks me.

The other sling is now in use. I go over and watch a burly man fuck a rather punkish looking, heavily tattooed young man. I work the boy’s pierced nipples. The burly man gives me a turn up the punk. His tight hole is hot from the fucking. I pump for a while, then let the burly man back up him. When I spell him the next time, I taste the puffy, well fucked hole. I hope I might get some seed from the burly guy, but we all move on before anyone is close to shooting.

I cruise.

I suck some cock.

My cock gets sucked. In the sauna. In the dark area. Through the gloryhole.

I find one of the fancy hotel-like rooms that line the outer walls of this particular bathhouse. It has its door wide open. A crowd is pressing into the room. It parts for me. A hot looking Latino man is ass up and getting fucked. His tall, thin boyfriend is choosing who gets to fuck the Latino. The thin man gets my cock wet. “You’re next,” he tells me and the spectators, looking up at me from his knees. A thick chested African-American is the current cock of the moment in the Latino ass. He is fucking him extremely hard. He finishes, but not with a cum shot. He stops and just pulls out, grabs his towel and leaves. No ball cap for him. I taste the hole. It is sweet with cum and sweat. I tongue him deep.

“How many loads?” I ask the boyfriend.

“Maybe three. But like ten dicks.”

I stand up. All eyes are on me as I push into the puffy hole in front of me. Only then do I notice that the Latino is wearing a blindfold. I push into him. Oh, fuck. This is the ass I’ve been waiting for—warm, talented and loaded. I fuck him with long slow strokes. The boyfriend is right there, watching every move. A moan escapes from the man on the bed. The boyfriend bends over right beside him. A twinkish young blond fucks the boyfriend. We grin at each other as we pound the asses in a synchronized rhythm.

“Please switch,” grunts out the boyfriend. The young man pulls out and we change partners. I fuck some of the cum his partner has taken into this new, much tighter hole. The young man in the Latino is suddenly breathing hard. He’s going to shoot. He screams out his orgasm.

I stop, pull out of the boyfriend, and clean the twink’s cock. I spit the cum on the BF’s hole. I watch him finger it into himself as I stand up and push the twink load deeper into the Latino with my cock.

It’s wide open fucking now. There is a new man up the BF. We switch. Twice. He cums in the BF. I reverse the clean and spit—and push some load into the Latino manually, as I fuck the new load deeper into the BF.

Another man steps forward. He goes up the Latino.

I stay until I’ve had enough of both of them. Several loads (by others) later, I am once more wandering the halls.

*****

Late that night, the management is opening the play area in the old warehouse part of the building that I know from CLAW. It’s not usually open as part of the bathhouse. They are handing out domino masks if you want to go back there. Of course I do. I add the mask, feeling a little foolish as it is silver plastic. But the men are hot to play. Some who are in towels are confused by the slings and bondage tables. No one does any piss in the WS area—and I wouldn’t trust it being chem free tonight anyway.

But there is the perfect scene at the fuck benches. They are set up, facing each other. A bottom is on each one. They hold on to each other and occasionally kiss. One is very young with hair cropped close to his scalp. “Raw only” is scrawled on his butt cheeks. The other is in his 40’s good looking and beefier. And much, much hairier. I watch a man I recognize from previous years at CLAW fuck the young one. With his incredibly long and luxurious beard he’s hard to miss. HE has ditched the mask. I follow suit. He smiles at me as I kneel to eat the unused, hairy hole of the older man. He’s had a workout tonight somewhere. There is load dripping from his hole. The bearded wonder gives up the young hole to another top and comes to kneel beside me. We take turns eating out the sloppy hole and snowballing the cum back and forth. He’s the first to stand and stick his cock in the remaining cum scum. He fucks for only a minute. He wants me to lick his cock. I do. Then I stick my cock into the man so the bearded guy can clean my cock.

Back and forth.

Pig heaven.

We soon include the young bottom as well—one of us in each of them—and leaning across them to kiss. It’s then that he whispers to me—“Would you consider loading me?” I nod. It’s getting late. He’s a man I’ve only seen top—I’d love to seed my fellow snowballer.

We fuck until the young man has to get up and stretch. I pull out of the hairy man and let an older guy with a very thick cock take over in him. Mr. Beard and I wonder a little away from the main area. Neither of us want to negotiate the tire sling. Mr. Beard finally just leans against the back wall and sticks his ass out towards me. I rim him deeply. He’s had no cock tonight and is tighter than any ass I’ve had in ages.

Once wet enough, I lube a little and slowly enter him. He clamps down on me. When he lets up, I start a slow fuck.

I build.

I am so ready.

Suddenly, he shoots. This sends his ass into waves of contractions.

I shoot. Tons of cum after all the play.

He gets his wish—his own ass is dripping.

He grins. “I know just the man to clean me up.” He goes off to find the right pig.

I lean against the cold brick of the wall, letting my cock drip onto the concrete floor.

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