Hope you guys are enjoying these entries as much as I did. Here's another one.
This story involves consensual raunchy sex between adult men. We all make our own choices in life. Remember, the road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. If barebacking and partying bother you, stop reading this. Yada, yada, yada.
So here's another dispatch from the palace of wisdom.
Travel diary -- Boston Part 2
S. and I lay on the bed, covered in sperm, spit and sweat. I hadn't taken the dildo out of S.' s ass and he was still fucking himself with it. He was also still wriggling his fingers in my open asshole. S. propped himself up in bed. "Hey, are you up for a party," S. asked? Apparently S. forgot that he and his missing former playdate were supposed to go to another guy' s house. Apparently S. had been smoking a lot earlier than I thought.
S. jumped out of bed, leaving the dildo flopping out behind him. He picked up a towel from the floor and wiped his ass of lube. He then went over to his closet and starting to look through it for something.
"What are you looking for," I called from the bed as I started to fuck myself with the still warm Rambone.
"My leather pants are here somewhere. This guy's into leather. You should come, " he called out from the closet.
I looked up and he was bent over exposing his beautiful glistening ass lips. In an instant, the dildo was out of my ass and I was on my knees feasting on his ass. If I could I would have stayed there all night slurring away at his manhole. S. was enjoying it, as his dick was getting hard again.
"Let's get dressed and you can eat my ass at Joe's house."
S. found his black leather pants and his scummy jock was still inside them -- crumpled into a stiff little ball. S. picked up the jock and inhaled deeply. "Man, if this could talk," he exhaled and passed it to me to worship.
It reeked of sex and good times past. I passed it back to him making a mental note to suck his cock through it. He put on the jock and the pants over it. I realized that I didn't really have any leather gear with me except the jacket and that was too warm to wear after a while. He told me not to worry and he fished out of a drawer a pair of leather shorts with a slit in the back for ease access (the remnants for a past boyfriend?). He told me I could borrow them for the night. He clipped on his nipple clamps and put on his leather vest and asked he how did he look.
"Great. Are you sure you have to go to this. You can fuck me all night looking like that," I laughed as I tried to get my jeans over the leather shorts. I helped him collect all of his toys, lube etc. S. pocketed his stash and we were off.
Sitting next to S. in the cab, I couldn't help but feeling his stiffening dick through the leather. Luckily we got to our destination or S. might not have gotten out of the cab. When we got to the apartment our host, Joe who was dressed only in black chaps and black leather armbands, greeted us. S. grabbed Joe's dick and gave him a big hug. S. introduced me to Joe as a new friend and we were ushered into Joe's bedroom.
On the bed was a young guy with his ass in the air and a huge butt plug sticking out of his ass. He was wearing a harness and a hood that covered his eyes and mouth.
"I'm glad you're here. This one needs to be fisted good. He slammed about a half hour ago and he's ready," Joe said as he picked up a joint in ashtray. He took a big hit and pasted it to S. and me. "You into fisting?"
"You don't have to worry about that. I've already test drove his ass earlier tonight." S. playfully swatted my ass and began removing his pants. I followed suit and stripped down to the leather shorts.
As I was bending over, neatly putting my clothes in a pile, Joe must have caught sight of my moist ass slips. He roughly grabbed my ass and leaned me over the bed. I could hear him slurping away at my ass and I started looking around for some poppers. S. saw me and handed me some. I took a hit and opened my cheeks wider to give him easier access.
S. got on the bed and began playing with the butt-plugged guy. S. pulled on the base of the plug and was surprised when it popped out with no resistance. "Where's the Crisco, Joe. Let's fist these pussy boys," S. shouted and reached for the poppers. Joe pulled his tongue out of my ass and went into the other room. He came back with two fresh cans of Crisco and fresh bottles of poppers.
From where I was positioned I could see underneath the hood guy. I hadn't noticed before that his wrist were cuffed in front of him and he was completely shaved. I thought to ask Joe if I could touch his slave. Joe laughed. "Ed ain't my slave. He just really gets into being used. Go ahead. Touch him, fuck him, fist him. It don't matter to me."
I reached up and felt Ed's smooth balls. They were hanging low and heavy. "Good for me when he cums", I thought. I could hear the cheesy porn music playing in the background as Joe staring packing my ass with Crisco.
"Oooh, you are nice and loose. We're going have fun," Joe said as he started to twist his fingers into my well-greased hole. I looked up and could see that S. had already gotten his hand into Ed's ass up to the wrist.
"Hey buddy, do you want some poppers," I offered Ed. He nodded yes. I tried getting them as close to the nose hole in the hood without spilling it. I heard him inhale deeply. A moment later S. slipped his hand past Ed's "second ring".
"I see you guys have been playing for awhile," S. smiled and took more poppers himself. Joe's hand was somewhat larger than I normally play with and he sensed this as he slipped it in past his wrist. "Don't worry slut, I won't hurt you. I'm just going take you for a ride." Joe grabbed the poppers and took a hit and told me to take a big hit too.
Just as I was inhaling, Joe closed his hand into a fist and starting pumping away. Not violently but deliberately. I could feel myself starting to babble from pleasure. Joe twisted and twisted his fist inside my ass, adding more and more Crisco as he went along. Joe twisted his whole hand out of my ass in one quick motion and before I could react he replaced it.
"Oh yeah, pussy boy you like this," Joe said as he was milking my leaky dick.
I looked up to see that S. was going to town on Ed. I remembered to eat Ed some more poppers as S. was up to his forearm in Ed's ass. Ed's dick was dripping pre-cum all over my face and I tried to position my face so I could catch it on my tongue. I caught gobs and gobs of salty sweetness.
Joe's ministering to my asshole had my desired effect and I shot my load all over the floor. Without letting Joe take his fist from my ass, I leaned down to clean up my mess. I hate being a messy guess. After that, I turned around and started to suck Joe's stiff dick.
Joe must have had a short fuse because he came quickly, in rapid shots, which I eagerly swallowed. Joe grabbed a medium size butt plug and shoved it up my messy ass. "I don't want your pussy to close up yet," he said as a playfully tweaked my nipple. He grabbed another joint and sat on the floor watching S. work on Ed. I sat down next to Joe and grabbed a hit off the joint.
S. was piston fucking Ed, pulling his closed fist out of Ed ass and slamming it back down to the forearm. "Do you think he's ready," S. asked?
"Ready for what," I thought, my ass still nicely humming from my fisting and the butt plug.
"Yes, this is want Ed's been waiting for," Joe said, putting the joint down in the ashtray.
Joe instructed me to sit facing Ed and keep feeding him poppers. S. said, "Open his mouth flap and let him suck your dick. Ed's great at that."
It took a little maneuvering but with Joe's help, I was able to sit on the bed with Ed's head in my lap and his arms behind me. I also realized at that point that Ed was completely shaved as I felt some razor stubble on his arm. I wondered if Ed had his head shaven (I would never find out, as Ed never took off his hood). S. never stopped fisting Ed throughout this procedure.
Joe kneeled on the bed next to S. and began greasing up his hand. S. roughly removed his hand from Ed's gaping hole and Joe replaced it. Joe want through his twisting motions and pulled his hand out and S. replaced his. I became transfixed by this show in front of me. But I did as I was told and kept feeding Ed more poppers. S. was right and Ed was a great sucker. Even though at this point I was flaccid, Ed was draining my cock of something.
S. and Joe's fist kept up their steady assault. I know Ed was close to cumming as he squeezed me tighter and tighter and I pulled my dick out of his mouth for fear of him biting down on it. Ed took another deep hit of poppers and came like a horse peeing all over my legs. Great gushes of sperm shot out. And still they continued to fist him.
I saw S. and Joe clasp hands and make one great fist. "Are you ready pig," Joe sneered.
"Fuck me, fuck my fisthole," Ed cried out. Ed spoke for the first time.
I half rose to see them enter him but Ed pulled me down. "More poppers," Ed half muttered. I happily let him suck them down. I could see S. and Joe churning their arms inside Ed. They knelt together in solemn prayer; sweat dripping from their bodies as they deeply kissed. They all seemed to move in unison. I could actually hear Ed singing, lost in his pleasures.
"Do you want to fuck him or could I," S. asked breaking off their kiss.
"Please, let me, Ed wants me to piss up his ass. Bitch give me some poppers"
I didn't want to leave Ed hanging there so I moisten a paper towel with poppers and left it for Ed to snort. I came around the other side of the bed to give Joe some poppers and saw the gaping hole they had made of Ed's ass. The huge fist they had made of their hands was easily sliding in and out of Ed's hole.
I placed the slimy bottle under Joe's nose and he snorted deeply. Joe then slid his hand out of Ed's ass, leaving S.'s arm inside to roam around. Joe then positioned himself so his cock and balls were in front of Ed's hole. Without missing too much of a beat, S. continued to slide his hand in and out of Ed's ass and jerk Joe off. S. then grabs Joe cock and balls and pulled them into Ed's ass! That was so hot, I started beating my flaccid meat and pull on the butt plug.
Joe, Ed and S. were all moving in rhythm. I knew Joe was getting close to cumming because he was cursing and babbling. Ed was panting like a wild animal. I kinda felt left out and then I saw that S.'s dick was straining out of his filthy jock. I saw my moment.
I began sucking S. off through his jock. The taste and texture were beyond description. I was in heaven as S. was the first to cum. Ed was next -- this time he came in a small stream but his whole body quaked and spasmed. He was having a full body orgasm. Literally, his whole body was cumming with the pleasure he had received. I envied him - I `ve only experienced that kind of joy a few times in my life.
Ed's shudders sent Joe over the edge. He started calling out for more poppers as S. jerked him off deep in Ed's bowels. Joe's eyes rolled back and drool started to drip from the corner of his mouth. He was breeding Ed, with S. help, for all he was worth.
Joe slowing came around from his frenzied orgasm and started concentrating very hard. "S. slow down, I almost there," he heavily breathed between his teeth. Joe called out for more poppers and I quickly complied. S. caught my eye and gave me a little smile and motioned me with his free hand to bend over. S. quickly popped the butt plug out of my ass and started playing with my hole as he continued to milk Joe.
"Ok pig, here it is," Joe hissed and began flooding Ed's ass with his piss.
Ed's poor manmeat tried in vain to come again but only a trickle of clear fluid leaked out of his cockhead. The churning action of S.'s arm was splashing us all with Crisco, cum and piss. S. slowly pulled his arm out of the wreck of Ed's ass and swiped his arm first on Ed's sweat soaked back, then the bedspread. He then focused his action on his other arm and my ass.
I was very loose at this point and had no problem taking S. to just below his elbow. The poppers were getting very stale but I was getting enough buzz off of them to take the abuse S. was giving. S. had made the turn past my second ring and was twisting his fist slowly around my colon. This exquisite torture could only last so long and I too had a dry orgasm. My ass clamped down on S. arm and I knew it was time to go home.
S. slowly pulled his arm out of my ass. My ass craved to have him fist me again but I knew it was time to go. I peeled off the grimy leather shorts and limped to the bathroom. I found Joe lying in the tub with Ed squatting over his face. Both were obviously quite happy. I cleaned up and dressed quickly not wanting to disturb this moment for them. While I was waiting for the cab, S. and I made out on the couch.
I've got to get back to Boston.
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