Hooded in a sling-Parliament House Augusta GA

[colletonguy72]

I took a nap, didn't eat, cleaned up good and was ready when the pig pen was supposed to be open.  I walked over, barefooted about 5 after, the door was locked.  I decided to walk into the maze for a few minutes and found it as crowded as I've seen it.  Just inside the door I heard moans from the back.  Walking forward there are 6 glory hole booths on the left, 5 of the 6 doors were closed indicating guys were in them either servicing or being serviced.  The moans weren't coming from there but deeper on the ground floor.  I walked to the right, where the open room is with the wooden box/bed.  There was a guy on his back, his legs held back as another guy was slowly fucking him. The moans were from the bottom.  The top would fuck him 10 to 15 hard strokes, then slow and tease his hole with the tip of his cock.  There were several guys watching, most of them stroking.  I watched for a bit, one of the onlookers had started rubbing his dick on the bottom's leg.  The top pulled out and stepped back, making room for him.  The onlooker immediately shoved his cock in the bottom, who groaned loudly.  The onlooker quickly set a rhythm, a good steady fucking and after a minute or two, he grunted, froze and it was obvious he was cumming in the bottom.  The bottom moaned soft and guttural when he realized he was being filled.  As the onlooker stepped back and the original top started fucking the bottom again, I moved on.  Up the stairs, the video room had half a dozen guys sitting, stroking, watching the porn but no interaction.  I wasn't interested.  I walked towards the back of the 2nd floor where the jail cells and more glory hole booths are.  Of 6 more gloryhole doors, 4 were shut, more guys either servicing or being serviced.  I walked around the corner and while one jail cell was empty, the other had 4 guys, one bent over holding onto the bars, another was fucking him and the other two were stroking.  In the few seconds I watched, the guy fucking the bottom came, stepped back, and one of the other two guys took his place fucking the bent over bottom.  

Extremely turned on from the action, I returned back to the Pig Pen.  There is a small foyer just inside the door where the lockers are.  You're required to strip to your underwear before entering the second door.  The dungeon master is sitting at the second door and explains the rules to first timers.  I stripped completely, pulled the hood that was in my jeans pocket out and fisted it.  The dungeon master remembered me from Friday night.  He had me stop and told the guy he was talking to that he had never seen me without my jockstrap on until last night and held out my dick for his friend to see.  He remarked that I had a fantastic cock and he never would have guessed from the times he'd seen me there until Friday night.  I walked into the play area.  To the right are the 3 slings, some glory hole booths, a semi private room and bathroom, to the left is a large open play space with St. Andrews cross, spanking bench, cage, 2 rooms with private slings and another bathroom.  I had been in the maze longer than I thought and there were already 18-20 guys milling around, nothing had started yet.  Since I'd gotten over being nervous many visits ago, I went to the sling room.  The way it is setup is there is a short hallway leading to the open sling room.  When walking down the hallway, you can already see the sling on the left and as you walk through the hallway, the other two slings come into view.  I prefer the sling on the left because anyone looking down the hallway can see it and hopefully be enticed into coming further.  No one was in any of the slings yet.  5 or so guys were in the entrance to the sling area, like predators waiting for prey.  I nodded at them, walked past, and eased myself into the left sling.  There are stirrups for your ankles that most guys put on the inside of the supporting chains for comfort.  I always put the stirrups on the outside of the chains to keep my legs spread wider.  I positioned myself just right, put one ankle, then the other into the stirrup on the outside of the chains.  My ass felt spread wide, exposed, vulnerable, just the way I wanted it. As the finishing touch, I unfolded the hood from my fist, found the front, and pulled it in place.  

 

Sling room description:  There is a TV mounted from the ceiling playing gay porn.  There is a table by the slings with lube, a couple of rolls of paper towels, and condoms. The lighting is not as dim as the maze, it's easy to see, except with the hood I was completely blinded.  

The moment the hood slid on, my other senses were electric.  I relaxed.  I put my arms behind my head in interlocked my fingers.  The entry to the sling room is a U shaped, the hallway shows the sling room, but there are bars separating it, you have to walk to the right, then through the opening into it.  I describe this in detail because with the hood on, I can see nothing but a glow from the television.  The catch is that people walking to the right to enter the sling room, block the glow for a moment, then if they come to my sling it is blocked again for a moment.  This makes it impossible to tell if anyone is walking near the sling room, or actually in it.  

Blinded, my ears come alive.  I didn't notice the soft voices before but I can hear them now.  Several conversations, talking about the cookout, the pool party, life, how horny they are.  It's like I can almost keep up with multiple conversations at the same time, and time is the real variable here.  I listen, I'm alone, naked, spread, inviting, hooded, a faceless stranger with a shaved clean hole.   I can't tell if it's been 3 minutes or 20 minutes.  I've seen the glow from the TV interrupted several times so I know guys are moving around.  The sound from the Television isn't loud, but just loud enough to mask any footsteps.  I hear the chains shifting to my left and know someone else is getting into a sling.  Then I realized the sound of chains are doubled, guys are in both other slings now.  Immediately, I hear grunts and groans.  From the faint volume I guess the aren't the sling next to me but from the far one against the wall.  As I hear the rhythmic clanking of the chains that indicate someone is being fucked, I think that to happen so soon after he got in, he must have been followed in.  Like a couple that wanted to fuck while others were watching. 

I screwed up.  While I was concentrating on the sounds and  figuring out the scene unfolding to my left, I  felt my sling move but didn't realize it was because someone had grabbed one of the chains.  My chest feels a hand on it;  at the same time, I feel a cock rub against my lubed hole.  The guy is steadying the sling with one hand and rubbing his dick on my ass with the other.  Initially, he's soft, but that changes quickly.  I can feel him get stiffer and harder in just a few seconds.  He stops running his cock head around my hole, steadies me with the one hand, centers on my exposed hole and pushes forward.  Nothing happens for a second but pressure, then I relax the tension from the surprise just as he pushes again, and 3 or 4 inches of a pretty thick cock invade me.  I feel the familiar burn because it's been a while since I was fucked.  I will myself to keep relaxed and push out slightly as he withdraws and pushes in again.  In two strokes, he's balls deep in me, and he's not long but pretty thick.  He pauses for a brief moment and starts pushing and pulling on the chains, sliding my tight hole up and down on his shaft.  I hear a noise and realize it's me, groaning loudly and then notice my hands are going numb.  I had instinctively gripped harder when he first touched me and my hands were letting me know I needed to loosen my own grip.  He has already got a steady tempo fucking me, but as I relaxed my hands and my hole loosened up, he started fucking me harder.  I was lost in the sensation.  He was hitting my prostate.  People were watching.  I was being fucked wide and deep by a guy I couldn't see. And while thinking of this all of my thoughts kept getting jumbled up by the thick cock that was pounding in my guts.  As quickly as I could, I centered myself on his dick.  His steady rhythm helped  and I started tightening up my hole on every outstroke.  He noticed the difference because he sighed and didn't change pace, but began fucking me harder.  I knew that by pulling my legs back, the sling would tilt up towards him so I began pulling them back with his timing, and kept clenching my hole down on every outward stroke.  I imagined that this should feel like a fist gripping his shaft.  I heard his breathing change, subtly at first, then more noticeable.  He was grunting, sighing, his air intake getting more ragged.  I kept clenching my hole, trying to clench harder though the way he was stretching my hole I wasn't sure I could keep it up.  I pulled my legs harder, forcing my ass against him and taking every inch he had.  It worked.  "FUCK." he hissed and I felt his dick jerk as he emptied into me.  He slowed but didn't stop fucking me but it felt different.  There was suddenly no friction and I knew from experience that his cum was acting as lubricant.   He stilled, shuddered a couple of times, making sure his balls were completely empty, slapped my chest twice, thanked me, pulled out leaving me panting heavy, trying to tighten my expanded hole to keep his load from leaking out.

[drew4fun]

Great description, I could envision you in each of those places at PH vividly.  Hope to see you in that Pig Pen sling next time I'm there, Will add my cum to your talented hole!

[DudeLiquor]

I wonder what stories I'll be able to write after this weeks upcumming cumunion party?  Room reserved, fuckmobile  packed up with all the necessary supplies and gassed up and a couple of buds to ride along.  The p-house is always a blast...after blast...after blast...

[fuckrogerbb]

I love the description. I can visualize the scene. Lucky you!

[NLbear]

Great description. Did you get more loads after that?