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Cupcake Ranch, The Bar
On my next trip to Cheyenne, I had no planned hookups. I went to my favorite bar, and took a barstool at the far end of the bar. The bartender, Steve, who knew me by now, and who sometimes directed me to a guy who would be decent, and more than once warned me off guys that were trouble in one way or another -- HIV pos, lice, drugs, or other things I did not want to get involved with -- got my attention when the older guy sitting next to me went to the men's room.
"The guy next to you is hot, at least I think so, but he is into kink of all kinds. No vanilla sex with him. He is a nice guy, and won't make you do anything you don't want to, but plain old sucking and fucking bores him. So, be warned."
"What kind of kink?" I asked.
"Pissing, fist fucking, spanking, being tied up, cock cages, all kinds of toys, he has a sling at home in his basement, one guy told me he even likes to be shit on -- I can go for some of this but not all."
"Wow, me neither," I responded.
Just then the guy came back. He had a barrel chest, a tight T shirt, nips showed through, no belly, small ass, compared to his chest, and, a pretty well defined package thorough his cut off sweat pants. His T shirt has the initials "F.F.A." and a rainbow flag.
"Hi, kid, my name is Ray, and, I'm gay," he said.
"I'm Jason, and I am bi," said I. We made a little small talk about where we were from, he pegged my accent as Philly, I pegged his as Wisconsin, we were both right.
"This T shirt is not Future Farmers of America," he said. "You into kink?"
"I kind of figured out the T shirt, and it all depends, on what exactly you have in mind."
"You ever do piss play, or fist fuck?"
"Not yet," I said.
"Want to try?"
"Well, I have seen it all on the net, I got no problem pissing on you, or having you piss on my body, but not in my mouth. And I am OK with fist fucking you, but not with you doing me."
"Well, I am more of a bottom boi than a top, so come home with me and let's see what happens."
I settled up my tiny bar bill -- one beer -- and walked with him to his house, a little old house, two blocks from the bar. The living room was pretty normal, a few "gayish" pictures on the wall, but not X rated, but the "playroom" in the basement, was a whole different story. The basement was set up as a small apartment, it had a bathroom, a kitchenette, and a large room. The windows were up high, and curtained.
First, there was a bed. But equally important there was a black leather sling, fastened to two beams in the ceiling, and the right height above the floor for someone who was lying in it, on his back, to have his ass at cock height for someone standing at the business end. A shelf on the wall had an assortment of dildoes, leather straps, whips, masks, and other things I had never seen before, even in a sex store in Philly.
"Wow!", I said.
"How about we strip, and do some exploring? I won't ask you to do anything you are uncomfortable doing."
"OK," I said, "but that beer has gotten through me and I really need to take a piss."
"Strip first, and I will show you the way." We stripped. I had a semi, and so did he. His was uncut, big, and when he was hard, which happened a few minutes later, it curved up. The foreskin was partially pulled back when he was hard, it could be pulled forward to cover, but it would slide back on its own if you let go. As, noted in previous tales, I am cut.
The bathroom had a big tub/shower, and the usual other facilities. Ray got in the tub and laid down. "Piss on me," he said, "start on my cock and balls and work your way up to my face." I got hard at the idea and could not piss. I have not been able to piss while hard since I was first getting hardons as a kid, unless I was really full to bursting, and willed myself to somehow relax the muscles controlling my bladder release. "Take your time, we have time, just concentrate on relaxing the muscles, and if you get soft, that is fine." Meanwhile he was playing with his cock and nips, and was fully hard, his massive chest, covered with a fine layer of fur, turning me on no end.
The piss finally began to flow, just a little, and it stopped, this happened several times, until I finally was able to let go, and flood his body. First his cock and balls, then his massive hairy chest, then his face. He opened his mouth wide and took whatever I could aim at him. Meanwhile he was using my piss to lube his cock and balls and ass. It finally dribbled to a close.
"Fuck me, quick," he said.
He got out of the shower/tub and we went into the room, he got up into the sling, put his feet up in the stirrups, ass just at the right height for my cock, standing up, both my cock and my whole self standing up, that is. Piss was still coating his cock, his balls, and his ass, my cock went right in, he was pre-lubed with piss and lube, my cock went right to the hilt (or my balls).
"I want it hard and fast for a while," he said. "I need it, I need it, fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder."
Meanwhile he was playing with his cock with one hand, and a nip with the other. "Pinch my other nip," he demanded. "Rough my whole pec." So I did, I was using all I had to fuck him and pinch him and maul him, all at the same time. "Kiss me," so I tried to do all four things at once, he sucked my tongue into his mouth, "Tongue me," he demanded, "tell me I am you bitch, your pussy, whatever else you can think of to tell me I am your submissive boi."
A first for me, but, I tried, called him all the demeaning names I knew, pussy, bitch, faggot, fairy, homo, and more, and then combinations of them, like faggot bitch, fucking homo, etc., all the while jamming my cock in his ass, and there was no issue in keeping hard doing this, it was really turning me on as well.
"Shit," he said, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," and he did, and his ass clamped down on my cock while he spasmed which put me over the edge as well. I counted 16 spurts out of his cock, the first a dribble, he second a little spurt onto his pubes, but the third all the way to his face, the fourth just as far, and the other ten a little shorter each time, the last three just dribbling onto his belly.
I pulled out of his ass, my cum was just flowing out of his very open hole. "You into licking that up?" he asked.
"Nope, I draw the line somewhere, I don't eat ass juice, even if most of it is my own cum, to which I have no objection, but, I will lick your cum off your body, if you like."
"Oh, please do," he said. And I did. It was saltier than most of the cum I had tasted, but not offensive.
"You ever fist fuck a guy?" he asked.
"Once," I replied.
"Want to do it again, I would like you to, but not tonight, I am done. One and done, that is me."
"Sure," I said. We went into the shower/tub and stood and cleaned each other up, his hole was still open and dripping.
"My hole gapes for a few hours after being fucked with a cock like yours, and maybe a day or more after being fist fucked, so I have to wear adult diapers, like Depend, since the shit sometimes gets out. But the pleasure is worth it. So, I only get fist fucked on the day before I have the day off so I don't have to be away from a toilet for very long at a time in case the shit starts to fall. Take a look." He bent over and sure enough, his hole was wide open, he could wink it shut, but its relaxed position was open. I had never seen that, except in porn, something new, every day.
We exchanged contact information and I was hoping we would get a chance to meet up again before I had to go back to college.