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Wet and Wild
(A Slice of the Author's Life Story)
by Ron Dalanor (address withheld)
***
I'm gay and this is the story about how I get by and
the fun and games I'm privileged to be a part of. (MM,
reluc, intr, s&m, orgy)
***
Sexually naive didn't begin to describe what I was, but
I wasn't stupid. I may not have known what to expect in
any given sexual situation, but I had an uncanny knack
for turning that situation into something that was
pleasurable for me and anyone who was with me at the
time.
It was 1977, and I was living in Tennessee. The Labor
Day weekend was approaching, and I was bored. Another
Friday night would be spent wondering when I would have
enough courage to go out and meet guys. After my one
experience with gays bars in graduate school, I had
elected to avoid them till I had a better handle on
things.
Fifteen minutes of being groped and propositioned
without frills in a hell hole called the Lion's Lair in
Columbus, Georgia was more than enough for me. I didn't
have my confidence then, but I swore that the next time
I would be ready for whatever.
Friday after work, I walked into the apartment just in
time to grab the ringing phone. It was Mike who
insisted, begged, and pleaded for me to go to Atlanta
with him. Rather than listen to him whine, I decided to
take the chance.
Mike, who was a lineman for the phone company and in
his thirties, was one of the few friends I had who was
gay. He claimed to be the anti-gay crusading Orange
Queen's nephew on her husband's side. Though Mike was a
nice guy, we were strictly friends. He wasn't anything
out of the ordinary as far a looks were concerned, but
he could keep you laughing and interested with his
stories.
Just outside of Atlanta in our five hour junket, Mike
indicated that he might want to spend the night rather
than drive back from the Gym Locker, the name of the
bar. I was glad that I had grabbed and filled my travel
kit with a comb, brush, toothbrush, toothpaste,
deodorant, contact lens stuff, lube and condoms. I
always plan for getting lucky.
What Mike had not told me was that the Gym Locker
wasn't just a bar; it was a bathhouse as well. Even had
he told me, I would not have understood the concept.
As we walked to the door of the disco, I took a deep
breath and prepared myself as best I could. When the
door opened, I was dazzled with lights and sounds and
smells and images. It was nothing like I had
experienced before - the men, the dancing, the talking,
the subtle touching, and the meaningful kissing. I even
saw my first drag show.
I was having a great time meeting and talking with
people. I even got pulled up onto the stage where two
drag queens on their knees lip-synced a song about who
could best satisfy a man. And, despite the intimate
caressing, there was no arousal on my part. You see,
drag queens confuse me.
Some guys perceive it as the best of both worlds, but,
for me, it was confusing. I was just getting adjusted
to my desire for both sexes; so someone who looked like
one thing but produced the goodies of another was more
than my psyche could adjust to in the heat of passion.
After a couple of hours, Mike, who didn't seem to
interface with people as well as I did, grabbed my hand
and began dragging me away from all my new found fun.
He was saying something about places to sleep, but I
wanted to network all night.
In another part of the building, we stood in front of
what looked like a ticket counter. Mike pulled out a
membership card, money exchanged hands, and towels and
keys were shoved in our direction. With the sound of a
buzzer and click, Mike pulled me through a door. I
demanded to know where I was.
Mike gave me the old "men's club" explanation as he led
me to my room; his was across the hall. To call it a
room was an understatement. It was a cubicle
constructed of graffitied plywood walls, with clothes
hooks on three of the four walls, a couple of shaky
looking shelves, a cot which could almost comfortably
hold two people not on top of each other, and a pay
television built into the wall. It wasn't even
comparable to a Motel 6, but I figured I could deal
with it for a night.
Mike knocked on the door, and when I opened it he stood
there in only a towel. I laughed. It took some fancy
verbal footwork, but somehow Mike convinced me that it
was the dress code for such places. He offered me a
tour, so I followed.
Sure enough every guy in the place was in a towel, but
I didn't have lustful thoughts because I was too busy
trying to absorb everything. Mike showed me the sauna,
the showers, and the whirlpool. People were casually
following behind us. I assumed that they were new as
well and taking advantage of the tour; we seemed to
pick up more and more people with each stop that we
made.
We passed by one large room; it was lighted only by
black light. It seemed to contain only bunk beds and
mattresses. I asked Mike about it and thought I heard
snickering from behind me. Mike said it was an orgy
room; I decided to let the issue drop since I wasn't
sure I even wanted to know. Our tour ended at a huge
pool. There were nearly a dozen guys that had been
following us; they kind of fanned out around the pool.
Some sat, and others stood casually.
Mike continued babbling, but I was distracted by the
men overtly starring in our direction. The last words
that I head Mike say were: "You are on your own!" He
pushed me into the pool, towel and all. I clenched my
eyes tightly to avoid losing my contacts. I maneuvered
until I was able to stand at the five feet end of the
pool. Most of the other guys had jumped in as well.
Feeling like shark bait, I high-tailed it out of the
pool. Mike was nowhere in sight.
Trying not to look lost, I wandered around in search of
my room. People were all over the place in shadowed
corners, kissing, sucking, groping. Sensory overload, I
needed to a safe place to regroup. Accidentally, I
found my room. Once inside, I dried, I sat and I
thought. One by one, the pieces began to fit together
to form a foggy picture.
I opened the door just to peer out; only my ego knows
why. The activity level had increased tremendously.
There were people cruising each other all over the
hallway area. Tons and tons of men were everywhere, and
they were available. I felt my nerve slipping. The
bathhouse scene was an unknown, unknowns generate fear,
and I was about to forgo the experience.
In gawking, I had not noticed that I had opened the
door slightly wider, and I had also not noticed the guy
who had stopped and posed against the wall across from
my door. I first noticed him when he walked to the door
and said "Hello".
"Hi." I responded in that colorless tone I use when
caught off guard.
"My name is Frank." he said as he extended his hand.
As I shook his hand the whole lunacy of the situation
crashed in on my humor gland. I was standing there in
my briefs introducing myself to a man who was only
wearing a towel and a gold chain. And, all of this was
taking placing in a building filled with men who had
only one thing on their minds. I started to notice the
moans and screams and squeals from the rooms around me
as we made small talk.
Frank was an attorney in a major law firm. I sat on the
cot, and he sat in the chair as we chatted about this
being my first time in this kind of place and sized
each other up. Frank was a nice looking man with wisps
of grey in his dark hair. Those wisps became quite
noticeable at his temples. He was fully tanned to the
point that his skin was a darker color than my own
naturally summer darkened amber complexion. His chest
was quite hairy, and his nipples were the size of
quarters.
His tits, pink as they were, stood out in contrast to
his tanned body. Like the hair on his chest, his beard
and moustache showed evidence of the invasion of the
grey haired gang. I guessed him to be ten to fifteen
years my senior by his poise. The one thing that seemed
to keep throwing a picture of a very distinguished man
off balance was his green eyes. They were impish. Even
decked out in his three piece suit work attire, I could
imagine those eyes saying "Let's fuck!". I got the very
distinct impression that that was what they were saying
to me.
As Frank continued talking, I reached over with both
hands and began tugging hard at those sweet tits of
his. His words turned to moans. He began stroking my
cock through my underwear; a move like that can take me
from zero to eighty in less than thirty seconds. I
grabbed a hand full of his chest hair and pulled him to
me. I kissed him hard forcing my tongue deeply into his
mouth which offered no resistance.
The stale taste of beer and cigarettes served as an
olfactory aphrodisiac goading me forward. I felt his
erection as I pushed my pelvis into his. I scooped up
both of his buns in my hands pressing him to me too
tight for molecules to move; I needed to feel his heat,
his hairy masculinity, and his lust.
I pushed him up against the wall and held him firmly
there. I had a taste for tits, and I was going to
satisfy it. I let my tongue dart around his luscious
nipples never lingering in any one spot for too long. I
drank in the aroma of his freshly showered body as it
began to produce that erotic man scent of anticipation.
I moved from nipple to nipple and finally chose the
left one to tug at with my teeth. His gasp and moan was
a signal that he wanted more; so I began to gently
bite, nibble and chew.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Anything you want!" he
sputtered.
I watched his cock bob and dribble pre-cum as I
intensified my efforts on his tits. He probably hoped
that his cock would next come under my scrutiny, but I
was more into forcing my dick down a guy's throat than
into tasting his wares. I pressured Frank to his knees.
I liked watching a man look up at me with that look of
submissive bewilderment. I squeezed my cock from its
base pushing out a drop of pre-cum which I rubbed on
his lips.
I rubbed my dick across his forehead, over each eye as
he closed them, along his nose and back to his mouth.
He licked the shaft of my cock up and down; the heat of
his tongue make me shiver deep inside. He began moving
up and down on my dick, and I kept thrusting my hips
forward trying to get him to take more of my staff into
his mouth. Hell, I couldn't wait. I grabbed the back of
his head and shoved his head all the way down. I felt
his lips collide with my pubic hair, and I felt the
head of my cock dart down the back of his throat. He
was pulling my hips toward him as I was forcing him to
maintain the position.
We both wanted the intensity, and nothing could stop
it. Though his mouth was filled with my cock, his
tongue massaged every inch of me. His tongue worship
made movement unnecessary; it left my cock throbbing
and twitching. Though I don't cum easily, Frank was
getting me closer sooner than any other guy ever had. I
pulled him to his feet and moved him toward the cot
where I pushed him down onto his back.
I stood at the head of the cot and lowered my dick into
his willing mouth. I began fucking his face slowly
letting him get accustomed to the rhythm. As I
gradually increased the ferocity of my thrusts, I also
increased the pressure and tug on his tits, and I
occasionally grabbed a handful of hair and pulled.
I pulled his legs into the air toward me. My spit-
anointed middle finger found his hole as my tongue and
teeth found his big toes. Alternately, I made him
squirm and flinch by chewing his toe or probing his
ass. I extracted my cock from his throat and moved to
the foot of the cot without letting him lower his legs.
I yanked him down to the cot's lower end and pushed his
legs into his chest. I wanted to taste his man-cunt; I
wanted to prepare it for the pounding I was already
planning in my mind.
As I lowered my face, the smell of his warm soapy
shower mingled with his cold lusty sweat and beckoned
me onward. I raked my tongue across his slit. He jumped
I gripped him tighter. My tongue skated circles around
his tightly puckering hole, and then I plunged it in to
enjoy the saltiness and musk of his fuck hole.
"Oh, fuck!" he screamed as if nobody could hear him.
I darted and flicked. I bit hard, and I raked my teeth
all around his asshole. The more he squirmed and
screamed meant the more my tongue would probe. My index
finger replaced my tongue, and I slid it in and out of
his hole while watching his dick dribble more and more
pre-cum. I grabbed a tube of lube from the shelf
beneath the wall- suspended TV.
I squeezed the tube and watched a fat glob run down his
crevice to my finger where I worked it in to his pucker
hole. One finger was joined by another as I sought to
loosen that tight opening. I took a condom from the
shelf as I returned the lube tube. I rubbed the
packaged rubber across his lips.
"Lick it." I said.
"It has been a long time since anyone did that to me."
he managed to get out.
"Fuckin' lick it!" I demanded this time.
He complied with a small bit of fear in his eyes. I was
plugging his hole with my fingers and making him suck
the condom in my other hand. I pulled the rubber
package from his mouth and ripped it open with my
teeth. With one hand finger fucking his ass, I had only
one free hand to slip the condom onto my cock which was
slippery with my own pre-cum.
Finally, the rubber was in place clinging tight to my
hardness. I position my cock at the threshold of his
opening and pushed. He was fuckin' tight. His ass
sphincter seemed as determined to keep me out as I was
to get the big head of my cock into its clutches.
This mental block I was prepared for. I grabbed his
dick and twisted hard.
"Tell me what you want!" I barked at him.
"I want your cock," he replied with fearful meekness.
"Tell me what you want!" I yelled twisting his cock
more.
"I wanna get fucked!" he moaned clenching his teeth and
grimacing his face.
With those words his butt gave way enough for the head
of my cock to slip into him. But, as soon as the head
was in, his asshole clamped down on it like a bulldog
refusing to give up his favorite toy. I grabbed a
handful of tit and hair and pulled hard enough to make
him cry out in pain. With that, the barrier gave way,
and I was fully buried inside him.
"Oh shit!," he moaned. "It's yours! I'm yours!
Anything! Fuck me!"
I began with a nice slow, shallow stroke to enjoy his
heat and his tightness. Frank's eyes were held tightly
shut, and I watched a tear run down the side of his
grimaced face. Little by little, he relaxed into the
fuck. I increased the speed of my thrusts as well as
the depth pulling all but the head of cock out and
shoving the shaft all the way back deep inside.
Frank kept pulling on his own cock as he moaned and his
head rolled from side to side. I was hardly ready for
him to cum yet; I was just really beginning to enjoy
myself.
Unfortunately, too many guys are ready for sex to be
over when they have an orgasm, and most cum much faster
than do I. Thus, I learned very quickly that if I
wanted a really enjoyable time, I needed to keep the
guy from cumming too fast. Prolonging the fuck always
seemed to lead to longer and stronger orgasms for
everyone involved.
I yanked my cock out producing quite a moan from Frank.
I stood at the bottom of the cot and, before Frank
could figure out what was going on, I made my move. I
rolled him over on his stomach and grabbed his hips and
pulled him to his knees. I rammed my dick into his hot
hole, and he yelled out in both pain and pleasure. Once
fully lodged deep in his ass, I simply worked the
muscles of my cock without moving my hips to make it
twitch inside his hole; he responded by clenching his
ass muscles making that wonderful milking motion that
my cock so loved to feel.
I began pummeling his ass shoving my dick in deep and
hard. The fierceness of the fucking I was giving him
kept his arms busy trying to hold his body up.
"Give it to me! Give it to me good!" Frank shouted.
With that bit of encouragement, I went into overdrive.
The harder I fucked him meant the tighter he would
clench his ass. Thus, the friction and joy became
greater and greater. I saw sweat beading up on his
back, and I felt it running down my own.
"Drill my ass! Fuck me! Fuck me!" he screamed getting
totally out of control.
I just kept fucking and fucking him until I was
mentally somewhere on a totally different plane of
existence. I felt detached from my thrusting hips; it
was as if I were floating and viewing everything from
outside my own body. This dreamlike state continued
until I felt a cramp in my neck from throwing my head
back. That pain pulled me back, and the heat of Frank's
ass roasting my dick snapped me back into the rhythm of
the moment.
I grabbed his shoulder with my left hand to make sure
that my ramming went as deep as it could, and I reached
around him with my right hand to feel the dribbling of
man juice from his dick. That warm and sticky feeling
turned me on more. I felt Frank's balls; they were
tight and nearly pulled up inside him. I knew he was
close, and I knew I had to work hard to get myself
closer.
"Are you gonna cum for me? You want me to make you
fuckin' cum?" I taunted him.
"Yes! Yes! Oh, please!" he moaned.
"Want me to cum in your ass? Want my cream in your
tight hole?" I continued.
That put him over the edge. I felt his hot cum jet out
as some splashed on my hand which still clutched his
cock. He moaned, he bucked, and he screamed in deep
haunting joy. The feel of his hot load on my hand
pushed me over the edge as well. I bit his shoulder and
shoved my cock as deep as I could feeling my load spew
forth. My hips kept bucking into him trying to get
deeper and deeper. We seemed to feed into each others
orgasm extending the pleasure drain. I was making
Neanderthal sounds that echoed in my throat.
After quite of while of stoic union, I felt my hands
cramp from holding his hips so tightly. I made a move
to extricate myself from his tightly gripping hole.
"Don't take it out!" he pleaded.
He carefully slid onto his stomach and pulled me along
with him. His ass held my cock prisoner, and I covered
his body with my own. I kissed the back of his neck,
and we both drifted off into some sleepy dream world.
We were awakened hours later by someone knocking at the
door. Groggy, I delicately moved from Frank to the
door. It was Mike. I held the door firmly so he
couldn't push his way into the room, but he heard Frank
moving and was aware I wasn't alone.
"Looks like some of us had a good time and wore
ourselves out." Mike chuckled.
"What do you want, Mike?" I responded with my typical
morning snarl.
"We have to be out by noon so they can clean up all the
joy juice from the walls." he chortled.
"Okay. Let me shower and get dressed."
"Hmmm. Hope you're not planning to use that again. It
looks like it already has two loads, and it's nearly
eleven now." Mike said as he grabbed at the condom on
my dick.
"I am going to kill your ass!" I screamed as I slammed
the door.
Frank and I kissed goodbye, exchanged numbers, and got
close to starting something again. But, the cold hard
logic of time sent me to the showers instead.
Once outside in the flood of daylight and warmth, I
demanded coffee. We stopped in a little hole-in-the-
wall cafe next door. It seemed that many of the patrons
there, whose faces seemed vaguely familiar, had been
through nights similar to mine. Since we couldn't check
back into the baths until four, Mike explained that we
would do some shopping and sightseeing until then.
I was glad about the shopping. I needed a change of
clothes since I had not prepared to spend the weekend
in Atlanta. The first thing I purchased was a nice
butch smelling cologne; it never hurts to guild the
lily. After traipsing around for a while, we found a
trendy men's shop.
I bought a tight fitting black shirt which was leather
at the chest and shoulders and cotton the rest of the
way. I think it caught my eye due to the zippers and
studs that decorated the leather. I grabbed a pair of
slate grey painter's pants, a pair of black briefs, and
a pair of black socks and was on my way. Thought it
would all work well with my black leather boots, so I
was quite pleased.
After shopping and before we ate, we wandered through
some of Atlanta's parks. In one park, I tried to get
Mike to accompany me up to the top of the observation
tower where you could look across the city from a great
vantage point. Mike refused claiming to be tired and
sleepy. He sat on a bench as I bounded up the stairs.
The tower was about thirty feet off the ground and had
those pay telescope things to enhance the view.
There were only three people in the tower which was the
size of a small room and completely open on all sides.
It was of a log cabin-like design with an arched roof
ten feet or so above the floor.
One straight couple was busy holding hands and looking
out as they walked around, but they soon left. The
other occupant had his back to me. He had dark hair
pulled back in a ponytail and wore grubby jeans and a
tee shirt. He stood in a corner, smoking a cigarette
and gazing out across the city. I found the shady side,
leaned against the railing and drank in the city - my
favorite U.S. city.
It was an easy place to slip into a daydream, and I did
half thinking about the night before and half thinking
about the night to come. When I became aware of my
surroundings again, the ponytailed guy, who despite the
baggy jeans seemed to have a nice ass, was looking out
of one of the telescopes, the one on my side of the
tower. I decided to have a smoke before returning to
the irritable Mike.
When the ponytailed guy turned around, I felt
definitive movement in my shorts. He was kind of a
rough looking sort, but he had a thick bushy moustache
which made his entire upper lip disappear. It was the
kind of moustache I liked to shoot cum all over. Hairy
guys (thick moustaches, beards, hairy arms, hairy legs,
hairy backs, hairy butts, and/or hairy chests) and
overtly butch looking guys have always pushed my libido
to the limit; it adds to the joy of having my way with
them and the thrill of conquering them.
He struck a pose in my direction and lit a cigarette. I
had his number, and I knew this game. It didn't take
him long to begin the mating dance. Trying to be
casual, he looked nervously around before he rubbed his
crotch. He waited for my reply, but I gave him none. I
simply crossed my arms, leaned back against the support
beam and starred at him.
Butch as he was, I knew the tricks to break him. He
rubbed himself again, and I adopted a military stance.
The tension between us was building, but I gave him
nothing obvious to work with. I enjoyed watching his
internal conflict as he wondered if I would beat the
crap out of him or force him to do the unspeakable
things he so desired to do. My nothing response was
designed to let him know he'd have to take whatever I
wanted to give.
Pretty soon, he gave in and walked over to where I was.
I never took my eyes off of him , and I never lessened
the heat of my gaze. We said nothing; my state of
arousal spoke for itself. He took a deep, last drag
from his cigarette and tossed it off the tower. He
began stroking my cock through my jeans. One hand
stroked my dick while his other hand rubbed my chest.
He deftly undid my zipped to fondle my rapidly
hardening meat.
He dropped to his knees and began sucking my cock. He
was starving and intent on devouring it all. I thrust
my hips forward to help him get all he needed. He was a
damn good cocksucker. Even without that beautiful
moustache tickling as it was drug up and down on my
rod, he would have been good. He had the right rhythm,
the right tongue action and the right level of moisture
to keep all the friction pleasurable.
Knowing that we could be interrupted at any moment, I
primed myself by violently face fucking him till he
choked and gagged. He had his jeans undone so that he
could diddle with himself while he sucked me. I
snatched him up, yanked down his jeans, and leaned him
against the rail. His hand darted in his pocket, he
handed me a rubber, and he began lubing his hole.
I rammed my dick in knocking all the air out of him,
and all he could do was moan and yell "Shit!" The fuck
was rough, hard and fast. His moaning was deep, low and
continuous. I jacked his dick and plowed his ass with a
fury designed to get us into cum flowing nirvana as
soon as possible. We lucked out in that nobody came
near. It didn't take him long before he started
shooting. I clamped my hand over his mouth to muffle
the screaming.
He came, and I was still fucking his ass for dear life.
He pulled away, whirled around, dropped to his knees
once again, removed the condom and went back to expert
level cocksucking. As he toyed with my balls and
consumed every inch, I hit the orgasm wall. I grabbed
his head, shoved my dick in and emptied my load down
the back of his throat. Like a trooper, he took my
gusher and relished the flow. Even after I regained
control and released my death grip from his head, he
continued to lick and suck not wanting to miss a drop.
It was while he was cleaning off the last drop of cum
that Mike arrived at the top of the tower. In the
passion, I didn't hear his assent. We were both shocked
into reality when he spoke.
"My God! Don't you ever stop!"
With Mike looking on with that fucking smirk on his
face, we hurriedly rearranged ourselves. Mr. Ponytail
looked a little embarrassed and a little proud. He
kissed me, probably intending it to be brief, but I
made it deep and clutching just to spite Mike as well
as to complete the experience.
"Man, you were great!" he said as he departed.
I took Mike's "whore dog" razzing all through dinner.
He asked which waiter I had picked out to throw down
and fuck for the dinner show. He, of course, said this
just loud enough for our waiter to hear. The waiter
smiled and winked. I half thought he might have been
willing.
Finally around six, we got back to the baths, and I
crashed in my room until well after nightfall. I had no
plans of being anywhere or doing anything until I was
time to dance and work the disco. I knew that there was
more that I had to experience before it was time to go
home.
After a great nap and a great shower, I was ready for a
great fuck. I made my way into the disco just before
midnight. As I walked toward the bar, I was scoping out
the available prey. There was quite a change in the
crowd;
Saturday night seemed to bring out a flood of weak
sisters. In my mind, little is more of a turnoff than
someone who has to make such an effort to be gay or, at
least, has to use his gayness to make him the center of
attention. My initial reconnaissance told me that maybe
it wasn't going to be a great night.
I eventually hurdled the throng of people who stood
between me and the bar and ordered a drink. The
redheaded bartender who spoke with an Australian accent
told me it was on the house. I thought maybe it was
because I was a new face. I spotted Mike who had
cornered some guy; the guy looked like he wanted to be
anywhere else. I felt kind of sorry for him because I
had seen Mike's persistence before. I stood, I watched,
and I waited for someone who could trip my trigger.
When I ordered a second drink, it also was free. So, I
asked the bartender why.
"I'd like to tell you it's because I want to get you
drunk so you'd come home and fuck the piss out of me."
He said. "But, the drinks are courtesy of Cam and
Eddie."
"Who?" I asked.
"They're the two guys at the other corner of the bar;
they work here."
"I see."
"Too bad I'm working this weekend, mate. Bet you'd be
great at cuffing me and fucking my ass."
"Maybe next time I'm in town." I said as I leaned in
and pulled him to me and kissed him with rough lust.
I was kind of disappointed he had to work till closing
as well. The red hair, the accent, and the butt you
could have served tea on certainly would have made for
an interesting time. But, I walked away to get a better
look at Cam and Eddie and to see what they were all
about. Inconspicuously from behind some people, I got a
good look at the pair. They were both small framed and
shorter than I. One was black and one was white.
The black guy was dressed in jeans and a black tee
shirt; his jeans were tucked into a good looking pair
of cowboy boots. He had a medium brown complexion and
closely cropped hair which was much coarser than mine.
The white guy, who was pale but not pasty, also had
very short dark hair, no more than a half and inch to
an inch in length.
He wore Army fatigue pants, lace-up combat boots and a
little leather vest. A leather cord was tied loosely
around his neck while one was tight around his upper
arm. Their costuming was interesting, but neither
seemed to be able to fully pull it off. Both had
features that were too soft and delicate to masquerade
as hardcore butch. Something made me wonder if puberty
had only grazed them in passing.
To be polite, I walked over to thank them and to
satisfy my own curiosity. We made our introductions.
Cam or Cameron was the black guy's name, and Eddie was
the other. Small talk gave me the opportunity to size
them up more. They seemed like nice guys, but something
seemed odd. It was Eddie who broke through the blarney.
"We couldn't get you turned on last night, so we
thought you'd give us another shot at it tonight, under
better circumstances," Eddie indicated.
"Excuse me?" I spurted trying to look in control.
"Told you he didn't have a clue," Cam said laughing.
They explained that they had been the two drag queens
who had pulled me onto the stage. I was stymied. Not a
single body move, gesture or facial expression from
either guy was even slightly feminine. Only their size
and features could be called less than masculine.
"How would you like two boys worshiping your cock?"
Eddie said deftly.
"How about two tight asses to fuck?" Cam added in
playful seriousness.
I was intrigued enough to nod in affirmation. At that
time in my life, the terms "S&M" and "B&D" were
meaningless to me, but my subconscious mind had flooded
my conscious mind with the thrills and joys of
dominance in many a rousing dream. This time instinct
took over.
I followed them through a door behind the bar and down
a narrow ill lit hallway. In this silent journey, we
passed several doors before stopping at the farthest
one. Eddie withdrew a key from his pocket, and then he
turned to face me.
"Once we pass through this door, Sir, we become your
property. We will do anything you say, Sir."
"Train us to please you, Master; we will obey your
every order." Cam said with the same trancelike mode
that Eddie had used.
We entered a dimly lit storage room. However, one half
of the room was obviously dedicated to other
activities. Five large mattresses were stacked atop one
another in one corner. Small crates served as night
stands. Each of the two small crates came complete with
ashtray, condoms, jars of lubricant, and bottles of
popper. Cam went to a standing locker and pulled out
what looked like a child's large size treasure chest.
He brought it to me.
"These are for you to use if you wish, Sir."
They stood quite and motionless in front of me as if
they were troops called to attention. I sat on the
mattresses which were quite firm, placed the chest on
the floor between my legs and examined the contents of
the box. I pulled out a cat-o'-nine-tails which I
recognized from a book I had read about the Marquis De
Sade.
There was a leather covered ping pong paddle, several
dildos, a set of weighted tit clamps like the one I had
seen in a magazine, a pair of tits clamps with what I
figured was a cock ring attached to them, a studded
black leather cock ring, an enema kit, handcuffs,
belts, rope, blindfolds, dog collars, leashes, a riding
crop and several other items I could not identify.
I went with the tools I thought I could adequately use
to enhance our pleasure - both whips, a couple of
dildos, the pairs of tit clamps, the studded cock ring,
the black handcuffs, and the paddle. Positioning my
tools just where I wanted them, I slid back on the
mattresses against the wall and lit a cigarette. I
tossed each a bottle of popper telling them that they
would need it. Both had trouble covering their smiles.
"Cam I want you to strip that white piece of trash so I
can see what kind of slave I am getting." I barked.
Cam complied eagerly. He unlaced the boots, snatched
down the fatigues, and seized the vest. Unreactive to
his disrobing, Eddie stood there half hard.
"Bend him over so I can see if that ass pussy is tight
enough."
Cam pushed him down and spread his ass cheeks so that
his butt was pointed in my direction and his tiny pink
pucker hole clenched and unclenched on cue.
"Think you deserve to feel my cock up you ass, son?"
"No Sir," Eddie replied.
"But, you will earn that right, won't you?"
"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, give me the chance!"
"Now, let see you suck his dick, Cam; I want to see
what kind of cocksucker you are."
Without any hesitation Cameron dropped to his knees and
took Eddie's cock into his mouth and began sucking.
Eddie and I both got rock hard instantly.
"Enough!" I commanded. "Ed, strip that black bitch and
show me that hole!"
Just as unceremoniously as he had been disrobed, he
pulled the clothes from his roommate and friend and
pointed his ass in my direction. I noted that hairy
asses and crotches were all that these two could
provide in the way of that masculine symbol; each had
completely shaved all other body hair. That aside, I
was more than ready for some hot action. As Eddie held
Cam in the bent over position, I greased my middle
finger. stood, walked over to the pair, and plunged my
finger in as far as it would go.
"Oh, shit!" Cam screamed.
"What was that, son?" I commanded.
"Thank you, Sir!" Cam responded.
I grabbed the tit clamps, and I applied the pair with
the cock ring to Eddie nipples which were small and
erect. He grimaced as each clamp went on, and I smiled.
I stood nearly on top of him, got right in his face.
"You like that don't you, faggot?"
"Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir!"
I grabbed his cock and twisted it hard while feeling
its heat and its pre-cum. Though his face contorted, he
uttered not a sound, even as I roughly pulled his cock
and balls through the ring.
"Thank you, Sir!"
When I applied the weighted tit clamps to Cams bigger
tits and watched them sag from the weight, I got the
same kind of "thank you" response. As I watched the two
of them standing at attention, I hit me. Now I
understood the point of this little journey into
fantasy land. They wanted to be broken. My guess was
that they would take all I could dish out until the
breaking point was reached. When that happened, my
money was on them begging and fawning all over me. In
my mind ran the phrase: "Enemy sighted. Conquest
eminent.!"
"On your hands and knees cocksuckers! You're gonna
fuckin' lick my boots clean!" I yelled.
In a flash, they were tonguing off my boots with their
asses wagging in the air. I unzipped my pants and
pulled my dick out. I snapped on the studded cock ring
knowing the added sensation those spikes would have as
I pushed into ass country. I ordered them to their
knees and ordered them each in turn to lick the head of
my cock. They did exactly what they were told - no more
and no less. I took off my clothes and tossed them
aside. I sat on the edge of the mattresses, took a
snort of amyl, and made them crawl over to me.
"Suck it and suck it good!" I demanded.
They were all over my dick, licking together and taking
turns sucking it. I shoved each of them down on it till
they gagged, even then there was no resistance on their
part. I forced Cam onto his back and ordered him to
take care of my balls, to lick them until ordered to do
otherwise. As he was busy getting them nice and wet, I
pulled Eddie across my lap.
"It's time you earned your keep, son!" I said as I
cracked the paddle across his ass. "Count 'em, boy!"
"One, Sir! Thank you, Sir!"
"Two, Sir! Thank you, Sir!"
Each swat got harder, and his ass got redder and much
warmer. I felt his jizm ooze onto my thigh. By lick
fifteen, he had to snort from the bottle of poppers I
had given him. At swat twenty-five, even I marveled at
his endurance, but that was the last swat before he
crumbled.
"Oh, God, Sir! Please, Sir! Have mercy, Sir! Fuck your
boy, Sir!" he moaned.
I lubed his ass working three fingers all around to
loosen it a bit. I shoved one of the dildos in; now he
was twitching and jumping like a boy should rather than
trying to be the unbreakable hard ass.
"On the fuckin' floor!" I yelled as I pushed him in
that direction. Now it was time to break the other one.
I squatted over Cam's face and forced him to eat my
ass. His tongue told me how delighted he was at that
prospect by the way it darted and probed eagerly.
I pulled Cam's legs up and pushed Eddie's face into his
hole and ordered Eddie to eat it. I used one hand to
tug at Cam's tit clamps, and I used the other to twist
and torture his balls. At first, he too went to his
bottle of poppers and seemed to adjust to the pain I
caused. I intensified the roughness.
"Fuck! Please, Sir! I do anything; please, Sir!" Cam
half whimpered.
They were mine, and I immediately took advantage of the
situation. With his feet on the floor and the rest of
his body on the mattress, I made Cam lie on his back,
and I made Eddie get on all fours on top of Cam.
"I want to see you kiss him! I want to see your tongue
down his throat!" I ordered Eddie.
While they kissed, I three fingered Eddie's ass with a
glob of grease. He moaned and bucked, and he really got
into kissing Cam. I yanked out the dildo, and prepared
my dick for entry into his hot man-cunt. With the head
of cock poised at his pucker hole, I pushed just enough
to get most of the head into him. Then I grabbed his
shoulders and impaled him all the way down on my shaft.
I heard him scream "Sweet Jesus!" and "Hold me!" Cam
wrapped his arms around Eddie's neck, and they
continued kissing between Eddie's moans and screams.
Cam held the popper bottle so Eddie could take a snort,
and he took a deep one. So did I, and then I began to
fuck his tight little hole hard and fast with only the
idea of making him scream and cum on my mind.
"Like that dick up your butt, cocksucker! Like having
your master fuck your sweet ass till you cum for him!"
I roared at him.
"Yes! Fuck me! Do it to me!" He whined.
When Eddie started bucking and I felt his ass ring try
to clamp down on my dick, I knew he was just about
home. I plunged into him even faster, and I grabbed his
tit chain and yanked it hard. He screamed out in
pleasure as his body contracted with every burst of cum
he spurted. He collapsed atop Cam.
I gave him only seconds of piece before I forced his
head down and made him lick up his own juice. With his
mess out of the way, I pushed Cam's legs into the air
and dragged his butt into fucking position as I ordered
Eddie to eat my ass. I needed to cum so I tried to make
each stroke of my dick into Cam's ass harder than the
prior one.
All Cam could do was to yell "Oh, God!" over and over.
I didn't know how much more Cam could take without
cumming.
Eddie's tongue finally got into the groove, and he
really began to eat my ass. Little by little, I felt
the pressure mounting in my own balls. He turned over
and slid his head underneath and began licking my balls
as they slapped at his face and Cam's ass. With that
tongue working my balls over, I knew that the orgasm
bullet train would soon be leaving the station.
Cam took a deep snort of poppers and held the bottle
under my nose. I inhaled as much as I could with the
flurry of activity my body was generating. I looked
deeply into Cam's face.
"Cum for me, bitch! Fuckin' cum for me!" I groaned.
Cam stroked his dick once, and cum shot out all over
his chest. As I rubbed my hand in it and smeared it
over his mouth, I erupted filling the condom. I kept
fucking him until all my spasms were done.
We were all disoriented, and we all collapsed onto the
mattresses for a few minutes in silence. It was Cam who
finally broke the silence.
"May we take a break, Sir?"
I think you've both earned it, son," I replied.
Eddie lit a cigarette, and Cam went to a small
refrigerator in the corner. He retrieved three beers. A
smoke and a cold beer was what I needed. I sat
comfortably on the mattresses while Cam and Eddie sat
crossed legged on the floor sharing an ashtray.
"Did we please you, Sir?" Eddie inquired.
"You passed the first inspection," I said.
Again they failed at trying to cover their pleasure. It
appeared that we all wanted and needed more. Little was
said during this break; nobody wanted to break the
fantasy. Each man downed his beer after finishing his
cigarette. I lit a second cigarette and continued
sipping on my beer waiting for inspiration to come.
"Come here, black boy, and suck my dick." I said to Cam
who darted to it like a viper striking at prey.
Cam slurped and sucked getting me hard again in no
time. Meanwhile, Eddie sat waiting for orders. It was
evident to me that cocksucking was at the top of Cam's
list; his whole body showed how much he loved a hard
dick in his mouth and down his throat. Eddie, on the
other hand, was a true bottom. He not only wanted but
needed a cock plowing his butt.
He was the kind of guy who, if you had him alone, would
ride your cock working himself into a frenzy, and he
would cum without ever touching himself. And, he would
offer no resistance when you pushed him onto his back,
mounted him and continued fucking; he would simply
enjoy it as well as cum again.
I worked Cam's head up and down on my cock,
occasionally forcing his head all the way down and he'd
swallow it for me. It was time to get Eddie into the
picture.
"Get over here and suck his dick! I want to watch you
eat cock, cumsucker!" I ordered.
Eddie wasn't a bad cocksucker, but it wasn't what he
really wanted. He was good enough to get Cam moaning.
The vibrations from Cam's moaning with my dick in him
mouth were really making my dick feel great. There we
were the perfect open-ended daisy chain.
Cam, stretched out on the mattress between my legs, was
satisfying his cock hunger on my rod, and Eddie was
dutifully sucking Cam's dick. I watched Cam's ass bob,
and even though his dick eating was great I was
planning on dumping my next load in Eddie's ass. I
reached for the cat whip and struck at Cam's butt;
however, that whip did not afford me the control I
needed at the moment. The riding crop was perfect.
I struck hard, on one ass cheek and then the other; Cam
was really moaning now. I continued swatting Cam's
buns, but, before I could get a really good rhythm
going, his body began shaking with the approach of his
orgasm. He literally screamed with my dick down his
throat, and, from Eddie's gurgling sounds, I knew he
was shooting his spunk down Eddie's throat. Eddie came
up gagging and coughing, and Cam kept sucking on my
dick slowing little by little.
I rolled Cam off me and yanked Eddie onto the
mattresses. I relubed his hole and then rammed my
condomed cock into it. I had him on his back with his
legs in the air, and I began the slow plowing of his
ass. I planned on enjoying the hell out of this fuck.
But, Eddie wrapped his legs and arms around my neck and
kissed me. We were off to the races. We were kissing
out of control and out of character, and my hips kept
jackhammering my dick into his shit chute.
"Give it to me! Fuck your whore bitch!" Eddie cried.
Cam held the amyl bottle under our noses. Time and
reality distorted. Every stroke in and out of his butt
seemed an eternity unto itself I was pulling all the
way out and shoving it all the way back in, Eddie's
head was rolling back and forth, his mouth was spewing
obscenities, and it was all in slow motion.
I felt his cum smack against my chest, and with each
thrust another spurt would hit me. Then my load started
flowing, and I kept grinding my hips into him as if I
were trying to plant the seeds of life inside him. The
next thing I was aware of was the fact that we were
kissing and Eddie's ass seemed to be trying to milk
more juice from my pole.
Eddie clung to me so tightly that it hurt. Finally, he
relaxed his grip and I disengaged my dick from his butt
which struggled to prevent that from happening. Eddie
continued showering my mouth with kisses, and I felt
the condom being removed from my softening shaft. Cam
was cleaning all the remaining cum from my rod; that
was such a surprise that I recoiled from the wetness of
his mouth and actually spasmed out a few more drops
which he devoured.
Fully satisfied now, we all slipped into sleep while
every moment of this experience was being stored. The
journey back to Tennessee was quiet. I never told Mike
all that happened. In fact, I never recounted the full
extent of the weekend until now. Guess you understand
why I remember it as wet and wild.
END 1993
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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