Coming to ftl 12/30-1/4, just read slammers is reopening unser new owners. Is this true? Does anybody know when it will reopen? Hopefully be open when in town so i can spend some time in the darkroom or gh taking loads. Hope to find a hung top to smoke up at Inn leather than go to Slammers and become a cumdump.
My name is Eric. I was 19 years old at the time, in college, and I desperately needed money. I was 5'9" and 120lbs, blonde hair and blue eyes, nice 6-pack and a cute butt. I was still a virgin with guys, and I wasn't out, but I knew I was gay. I was pretty inexperienced and extremely naive. But I needed money.
I went on Craigslist and started looking around for gigs. I scrolled until one caught my eye. "Young Male Server Needed for Election Party" Huh... I wasn't sure why it mattered that I was young or male, but I figured I fit the description, and I could definitely sling drinks. The presidential election was this coming Tuesday. I just hoped they still needed someone. I emailed, and almost immediately heard back: "Send us a picture. -Aaron" Again, it was weird, but I wasn't in a position to be picky. I sent over a picture of myself. I heard my email ding: "You're perfect. It's $150 for the night. And if you win the election, you'll get $1000. You can be casual, but wear something cute. Here's the address... See you around 7pm on Tuesday." I was so confused, but the lure of $1000 kept me from asking too many questions... I emailed back, "See you then."
I pulled up to the house a bit nervous. It was huge, probably a $3 million house. It was modern. There were lots of cars there. I went to the door and rang the bell, and a man came to the door. He was in his 30's, fit with brown hair and a stubbly beard. He was hot, and dressed very well. "Welcome," he said, "I'm Aaron. You must be Eric. Come on in." He showed me to the bar. There were about 3 dozen guys there walking around, and the election results were on the TV as they came in. They were drinking and having a good time, and no one seemed to be paying much attention to the election. I jumped right in and started making drinks and passing them out. There were four other guys there all working with me, all young and hot.
I realized quickly that the men were gay. It began to make sense why they wanted young male servers--a little eye candy for the night. One of the men slapped my ass and winked at me as I walked past and no one found it weird. Others were checking me out as I walked around. I kind of liked the attention. I'd never been in a group of gay guys before where I could be myself. It was strange, but I liked it.
The night went on and it started getting late. But the guys weren't slowing down. Eventually, the election result was called on the TV. Most of the guys were pissed. A couple were pleased. And I figured things were done, and I could go home soon. Instead, Aaron called us into the living room, asked the four of us to stand in front of the TV. Then he said, "Now it's time to see who wins the election." A few of the men cheered. "Here's how it works: all of the guys here had a ballot at the beginning of the night. They've chosen one of you and voted. I'm going to pull out the ballots one by one. And if it's yours, you have to take off a piece of clothing. The first person naked gets 'elected' and the others can go home with their $150. But the guy who wins the election, gets $1000--and to stay and play with us, of course."
My jaw about dropped. One of the other guys shook his head no. Aaron handed him $150 and he made his way to the door. The other two said they were in. Aaron looked at me. "So, what's it going to be, boy?" he asked. I paused for a moment and looked around the room. This was the kind of thing dreams were made of, and I needed the money. I nervously nodded yes, and Aaron smiled. "Good, then let's get started."
(to be contintued)
Hey guys, I am finally getting ready to be a sloppy fuckslut and one of my long time dreams is to get anonymously fucked and bred by an all-night line of guys in a sleazy motel. I live in SF, so there are a few to choose from, but where would you guys suggest? Maybe somewhere in San Jose even? Love big burly white guys and cum
Pete had always loved his uncle Rob. Of course, now that he was a man grown, and their relationship had… changed... he'd taken to calling him Uncle Rub.
The older man would use every opportunity to touch him. A firm hand on the shoulder. A soft, playful pat on the cheek, often in response to some smart ass comment. Pressing his crotch against his pert, twenty year old ass when trying to pass each other in the cramped hallway at the packing plant.
Pete, of course, didn't mind. It drove him wild. Keeping himself from tearing the man's pants open to get at the giant sized tool the outwardly benign affections were secretly promising.
As soon as they were alone, probably in Rob's run down house on the other side of the county, clothes would get strewn everywhere and Pete’s ass would be taken quickly and with whatever lube was handy. After Rob came deep up his nephew’s guts, only then would they take things more slowly.
Leftovers would get eaten, reruns would be watched, as they languidly embraced and played with each other.
A familiar alert noise sounded from his uncle's phone, and Petes curiosity was titillated. His uncle smiled as he tapped out a response. The phone went back on the bedside table, and his uncle rose and rummaged around in his closet.
“Who was that?” Pete asked, lazily jerking his cock.
Rob turned back to him, holding several lengths of nylon rope, and a shoebox. “Do you trust me?”
“Sure, I do, Uncle Rub.” Pete smiled, “I like it when you tie me up.”
“I know you do, boy.” Rob came back to the bed and took out a blindfold, “but tonight, I'm getting some help from friends.”
Rob smiled warmly at the young man he'd grown to cherish, “That isn't for you to know.” the blindfold slid over his head, and all was darkness. Pete could feel rope being tied at his ankles, then his legs being raised and secured, his hole spread wide. Then his hands were cuffed together and secured above his head to the head board.
The bed in front of him sagged. He heard his uncle spit then felt the cock head re-enter him.
The dick sank into him all the way, making him moan. He felt his uncle’s strong body lowering onto him, making him feel complete.
“You know I'd never let you be hurt, right son?.
“I know that pretty damn well, sir.”
“And you know I've always done right by you since your daddy left?” rob gently withdrew.
“Good. So right now, who's your daddy?” Rob thrust in slowly but steadily.
“Oh god, you are, sir.”
“That's right.” thrust. “You're a good boy, Pete.” His uncle proceeded to throw a pretty rough fuck into him. Pete was moaning and the creaking of the bed was particularly loud such that he did not hear the front door open.
“Wow.” A husky voice said from the doorway.
“Hey!” Rob greeted the newcomer, “Go ahead and get nekkid. I'll be done with the little bitch soon.”
Hearing his uncle refer to him as a bitch made Pete’s dick grow even harder. Knowing he was about to be fucked by a complete stranger that he'd never see was also driving him wild. He couldn't help but moan.
Rob was also going wild on his hole and was soon delivering the second load of the night. The bed shifted as his uncle disengaged and left the bed, only for a new weight to make it sag.
“Fuck, look at that wet pussy.” the strange man said.
Pete felt a cock at his hole, and it was thick. He felt a finger get placed over his left nostril and the familiar smell of poppers. He huffed deeply on the bottle his uncle was holding to his nose. Right as the rush hit, the dick entered him.
He heard the screen door open again. But his mind was filled with the wide cock that was filling his asshole.
“Hey gents!” His uncle greeted, loudly so that Pete could hear. “Come on in, get comfy. Here are the rules. Don't hurt my boy. There aren't any condoms in this house so don't ask. Feel free to fuck his face, but all loads go up his ass. Call whoever you think would like to use Michael Miller's only son as a cumdump. I'll be nearby. I got a cute piece of tail I'm gonna be using in the next room. Have fun.”
This information hit Pete like a semi truck. His dad was the most hated man in Armstrong County. And his Uncle just invited whoever wanted to use him.
“Oh, and make sure he takes some poppers on occasion, and let him out of the restraints every hour or so. Don't want him hurt, just used.”
Over the next six hours Pete’s cute little ass was gangbred. After the first hour his hands were freed so that his throat could be fucked as well. Two hours in, and he had nine more loads up his cunt.
But the men showed no signs of stopping. The screen door opened frequently, and Pete could hear his Uncle having sex with a woman in the room down the hall.
When his legs were freed and he was allowed to stand Pete could feel a trickle of semen down both his legs.
He was bent over the dresser and fucked up against it for a short while, but ultimately placed on all fours on the bed so he could be spit roasted.
Eventually the blindfold came off and light momentarily blinded him.
“How are you doing, son?” his uncle asked. Men, some strange, some familiar, all naked, filled the room, along with the haze of pot and cigar smoke.
“I’m doing great, daddy.”
His uncle smiled and nodded, “Yes, you are, son!” A gentle hand pushed Pete onto his back.
“Where’s your woman?” Pete asked, already having an inkling of an answer.
“She bugged out when she got hers. But I’m still raring to go boy.” With that his Uncle Rub guided his hard cock into his dripping hole. Pete moaned around the familiar stiffness and clamped his pussy muscles down around it.
Seed squelched out along the shaft as it drove in and out, and Rob moaned his own pleasure as he blasted his second load of the night.
When Rob got off of his nephew, the nice man who owned the Flying J down the road got on top and slid his cock inside.
Pete diligently wrapped his arms and legs around the new man, and silenced the man’s cry of passion with his lips. The man fucked him briefly, came, and then left. Rob watched as the rest of the men all fucked his boy, put their clothes on, and wished them a good night.
When it was over the boy’s bed was soaked with sweat and spilled seed. Not exactly fit for sleeping on. Pete was too exhausted to stand, and like a good dad, Rob picked the young man up and carried him down the hall.
New cities are rife with new opportunities to get off. That had been the primary motivation for Bruce to go to this boring convention in Cheyenne. The flight had been a really uncomfortable puddle jumper straight from Coeur d'aLene, but he’d had a decent night’s sleep in the hotel down the road from the convention center. The day had been filled with lectures, meet and greets with industry leaders and surprisingly good food. Thai food was hard to come by in his neck of the woods and Bruce was now thoroughly hooked.
What was unsurprising was the degree of sexy guys he saw walking around. A meeting of forestry professionals would prove nothing less. And by “forestry professionals” what the brochures meant to say was “hot as fuck lumberjacks”. Bruce had booted up Growlr the second the convention started but he noticed no other travelers as the first day ended.
The next day he noticed someone new who was definitely in the convention center with him. A quick message between classes received a response quickly and soon enough Bruce was unlocking his private pics for a hot daddy bear named Steve. This guy must have been severely closeted because there was no clear pic of his face. The best one was him sitting naked on a small waterfall, out in their shared element.
Bruce could tell the man was older, around his fiance’s age. And that made him chub up in his suit pants as he sat in a lecture about the emerald ash borer. They quickly agreed to meet for lunch.
It went splendidly. They both cared deeply about the rainforest of the Pacific Northwest. They both lived in small timber towns with their male partners and they both were way into each other.
“Ya know, there’s a small cadre of us who get together every year.” Steve said after a sip of beer, “Call it a subcommittee.”
“What gets discussed?”
“More like what gets done.”
Bruce’s eyes went wide, “What?”
“There’s only about six of us.” Steve said, “You’d make seven, and I think you’d be a hit” he chuckled, “You’d probably be the youngest guy there.”
bruce was growing painfully hard. He’d seen hundreds of sexy lumberjacks all day, and his mind raced at the thought that there was a small group of guys who met every year on the last night to have an orgy.
He was in all right. The messages had already been sent and the pic of his muscle ass was already making the rounds.
That night when he knocked on the door he made sure he was douched out, and had a message from his fiance telling him to have fun.
Steve opened the door and the smell of cigar smoke wafted into the hallway. “Come on in.” He smiled wide as introductions were made and beers were opened. A guy close to his own 28 years was naked, on his knees, servicing three burly, hairy men sitting in wing backs by the snow swept balcony and Bruce felt similarly inspired. He shucked his clothes quickly and was soon bent over the sofa, with Steve eating his ass expertly.
One of the guys who had been hanging back and watching approached, opened his jeans and fished out his dick for Bruce to suck. He did so with gusto. This was the guy who’d taken out one of the executive suites. An industry rep from a tool company, and now Bruce had his tool working its way down his throat.
He worked the cock like his next upgrade lease depended on it. And if he worked magic it just might! and he seemed to be doing a good job because the middle aged man said, “Let’s get him ass up on the bed.” Steve agreed and the two men led him to the bedroom and the other guy who'd been standing back watching joined them.
“Hey, come on!” One of the men in the wing backs called out, “Don’t go walking off with the new meat so soon!”
“Don’t worry,” Bruce said loud enough to be heard, “There’s plenty of me to go around!”
Steve laughed, and Mark, their gracious host asked, “Have you ever been gang fucked?”
“Not since college.” Bruce said, struggling not to sound too nervous.
“Well don’t you worry.” Mark continued, “You can tap out whenever you wish and Mikey can easily take care of the rest.” He picked up a bottle of lube from the bedside table and began to work it into his ass, as Steve fed him his dick.
He’d been tense when he was bent over, but on his hands and knees on a soft bed, had relaxed Bruce a lot. And soon enough he was loose enough for two fingers. Then three. Then Mark’s dick.
Mark was perfectly average, which suited Bruce fine. He hadn’t had this much action in a while and needed to start slow. Then again, his new definition of slow was getting spit roasted by strangers. A thought occurred to him and he reached down and checked the cock spearing him. As he suspected there was no condom on it. He’d been warned that they played raw, and Bruce had weighed the risks. A bunch of rural bound guys meeting together once a year.
If this was the craziest sex these men had all year, then he felt a little safer with the knowledge that he was the first new guy in three years.
He felt Mark pick up the pace, then moan loudly, pressing his crotch tight against his ass. He was getting bred. He’d gone to a stranger’s hotel room, got fucked bareback, and was now eagerly taking the man’s load.
Steve pulled his cock out of his gasping throat and moved behind him. Bruce was still wrapping his brain around what was happening when Steve’s larger cock took a swipe across his winking hole, picking up some stray bands of Mark’s semen that had leaked out of his ass. Then he entered the willing hole.
Bruce moaned as the larger cock penetrated him and looking around he noticed all the other men were standing around the bed jacking off and watching the man in his early fifties bareback his ass.
One of the burly bears who had earlier been blown by the guy his own age approached and gave him his own thick dick to suckle upon, and Bruce did so gratefully. He’d never done anything this wild before and needed to focus on pleasing them all anyway he could. If he got distracted and touched his own cock, it would explode.
Steve’s hips slapped into his upturned ass and bawdy talk began to circulate around the room.
“So Andy, how does it feel about to be on the other end of things?”
“Honestly, I’m a little jealous, but I gotta tell ya, it’s pretty fucking hot.” the younger man said, “I can’t wait to eat all of your loads out and feed them to him with his legs in the air.”
“Ah!” the older man replied, “Its important to set goals for yourself.”
An hour and a half later Bruce was helping Andy fulfill that wish. The bearded face above him was dribbling a long course of semen from his mouth and it was falling into his own dark beard as Andy fucked his no longer tight hole.
There wasn’t much, as he’d begun to leak after the fourth man, and was flipped over on his back, right onto the puddle. He’d been assured that less would spill out of him that way by Mark, who’d wanted a second round with him.
They’d all get second rounds inside him. Andy and Steve took thirds. And somewhere in the midst of it all Bruce had come all over his own hairy chest and face, shouting his pleasure around a cock.
By midnight, he was exhausted. They all were, and they all had flights to make. One of the guys arranged for a taxi to get him the three blocks back to his own hotel for which he was grateful. He’d never been so thoroughly fucked in his entire life and was relishing the soreness in his ass.
Bruce collapsed on his bed, naked with his ass up, and quietly seeping a small trail of cum onto the sheets.