Thanks for all your comments about my previous entries. Here's another one.
This story involves consensual sex between adult men. We all make our own choices in life. If barebacking and partying bother you, stop reading this. Yada, yada, yada
Travel Diary -- Las Vegas Part 1
I had to go to Las Vegas for a convention and I made a play date a few days before I got there. I brought a few of my toys with me: my Jumbo Jack, a 12" long 2.5" across dong and some rubber balls on a string. I put them into my checked luggage -- I would have given anything to see the expression on the face of the X-ray techs when they checked my bag.
I checked into my hotel and raced upstairs to start prepping for the night. The bathroom at the hotel was unusually large with a Jacuzzi big enough for a small group. I cleaned out in the shower stall and lingered to fuck myself with the Jumbo Jack. Positioning it against the wall, I humped away, loosening my ass for the night ahead.
After that I was horny and called the guy I was supposed to connect with. He answered right away and was excited to hear from me. Paul's ad said he was a runting pig and looking for other fisting pigs in the Las Vegas area. Since that was right up my alley, I knew we had to meet. Paul told me that he had a friend come in unrepentantly from Palms Springs and asked if I minded if he came along.
"Does he have a photo or an ad I can check out," I asked? I am not picky but I like to have some sense about the people I'm playing with (sometimes).
"No, he doesn't have an ad but believe me you wouldn't be disappointed. And he also drove in with some party favors."
I wasn't expecting to party tonight, so this was an interesting plus. I agreed to let Paul's friend, Jim, tag along. I had a couple of hours to kill until they got there and I still needed to get some supplies. Everything is far away in Las Vegas but I found a convenience store with a 20-minute walk from the hotel. The young girl behind the counter gave me a look when I came up to the register with two boxes of large trash bags and three cans of Crisco.
I got back to the room and started to fill the Jacuzzi. I then started to spread the garbage bags over the bedspread and chairs in the room -- I didn't want to get stuck with the extra cleaning charges of the hotel trying to get Crisco off the fabric. With that done, I went back into the bathroom for a relaxing soak. I lubed up my ass and the larger dildo with a little Crisco, shoved the dildo up my ass and entered the Jacuzzi.
The warm water was soothing and I was happily fucking myself with the dildo. Unfortunately, the water mixed with the Crisco and started to dry out my asshole so I got out of the tub and quickly rinsed off. I then when back into the bedroom to look for my poppers.
I lay on top of the garbage bags on the bed and started to pack my ass with lube. I then grabbed the rubber balls and started to lube the first on up. There were five balls threaded on the string. Each ball was the size of a spaldeen (who remembers spaldeens).
I took my first sniff of poppers and lovingly rubbed the ball around my waiting hole. I kept twisting it around and around until it slowly eased passed my ass lips. My dick sprang to life. I then pushed the ball a little further in with the larger dong. I slipped the dong out, greased the next ball, took another hit of poppers and continued with my fun.
I had just gotten the third ball up my ass when the phone rang. It was the front desk telling me I had two guests come up. I had a choice; to take the balls out or not. Remembering that Paul described himself as a pig, I thought he and Jim would get a kick out of seeing the other two balls hanging out.
I just had enough time to throw on a bathrobe when there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and somewhat recognized Paul from his photo (he was in a sling, ass facing front). Jim was definitely something to see -- he was a tall, dirty blond beach god with huge hands. I could feel my sphincter swooning. I welcomed them in.
I apologized for not being ready to greet my guest and opened my robe to reveal the two rubber balls swinging from my legs. They both laughed and Jim came over to grab my stiff dick. He gave it a squeeze and gobs of pre-cum leaked from my cock head.
"We're going to have fun tonight," Jim said as he released my dick and began stripping.
Paul dropped the large duffel bag he was carrying and took out his leather harness. As he started getting into it, I noticed that Paul was wearing a 3" ball stretcher that made his balls look hard, tight and inviting. He also pulled out several cans of Crisco, two black rubber fists and a Black Bam dildo. Paul came to party.
Jim took off his clothes and it was apparent that he liked to sunbathe nude. He also liked to shave himself smooth. His cock hung down like a baby's arm. I was getting harder by the minute.
Jim took out a small mirror and put out three healthy lines of T for us. "Do you mind if I borrow these," Jim asked as he tugged on the rubber balls dangling out of my dripping ass.
I grabbed by poppers and bent over, took a quick sniff and smiled. Jim tugged on the string and the first ball up my ass popped out. My cock throbbed up and down. Jim inserted two of his fingers into my ass and started to play with the second ball. Another quick tug and the second ball popped out. This time Jim shoved three of his fingers into my shithole. They felt like a small fist and I thought I was going to cum right then and there.
"Ok New York, shit out that third ball for me. Yeah baby you can do it." Paul told Jim I was from New York and Jim called me that all night. A slight strain but with a little encouragement, I shot that ball out. Jim rewarded my efforts by fingering my growing rosebud.
"Paul, Paul, look at New York's bud. We're going to have to cultivate this rose." Jim bent over and licked my hole, Crisco and all. I was in the presence of a true pig. And with that, Jim left for the bathroom with the balls.
Paul snorted half his line and beckoned me over to do the other half. "Don't worry, there's plenty. I just like to start the evening off slow." I did Paul's half line and got on the bed.
I lay on my stomach and took Paul's cock in my mouth. I slowly slurped his dick; savoring the pre-cum. Paul motioned me to turn over on my back so he could inspect my asshole. I turned over and Paul pulled up a chair next to the bed.
Paul started cramming my ass with Crisco. One, two, three fingers easily slipped into my hole. I found my poppers, took a hit and Paul gentled slid the fourth finger and thumb in. Rotating his hand slightly, he got passed my ass lips to the wrist.
"Do you like width or depth," Paul asked as he gently probed my chute.
"Depth," I tried to say as he began palpating my prostate. I spread my legs and grabbed my ass cheeks to give him easier assess.
"You have a very responsive colon," Paul said and he slid his hand in and out of my ass lips.
I sighed deeply and Paul took the opportunity to go in for the kill on my "second ring". I inhaled the poppers deeply and held my breath. I felt Paul turn his wrist and pass through. I sighed again and piss started dribbling out of my dick. He kept his hand were it was and gently flexed his fingers, sending shivers up and down my ass hole.
Jim finally came back into the room and saw that we had already started. He leaned over and took my dipping cock in his mouth and started drinking. "Please, please, " I begged, "I can't take it."
"Ok, New York, I'll get your piss later."
Jim walked over to the table and brought the mirror with the T over to Paul.
"Paul, would you do me please?" Jim lay on the bed next to me with his ass in the air and started kissing me.
Without taking his hand out of my ass, Paul leaned over and started to tongue fuck Jim. I could see the cord of the rubber balls dangling from between Jim's legs.
"Yes, I shoved them all up my ass," Jim sensed my question. "Paul chew my man cunt, harder, harder. Oh yeah that it." Jim's dick stood at stiff attention against his taut stomach.
Paul then stopped his worship of Jim's tunnel and picked up the mirror. He wet two of his fingers and picked up one of the fat lines and began to massage Jim's prostate with the crystal.
"Doesn't that burn," I broke off out kiss, in disbelief.
"I do K and T anally. It burns a little but it burns real good. I put a little K on the balls before I shoved them in. OOOOOOh yeah, Paul. I need those rubber balls further up my ass. New York, move over, I gonna lay down."
Jim lay further up on the bed, legs spread wide open. Paul passed me a can of Crisco then greased up the Bam dildo and handed it to me.
"Pack those bad boys further up ass," Paul said and began moving his hand further up my ass.
I tentatively put the head of the dildo between his engorged lips. Jim purred and parted his ass cheeks for me. I was able to slide half the dildo effortlessly into his colon without any resistance. Paul started rocking his arm in and out of the space he had it nestled into. I felt the head of the dildo bump into the last ball embedded in his colon -- and I had shoved the damn thing to the hilt.
Jim's dick started seeping cum and Jim moaned and squeezed his balls. "Get the rubber fist," Jim exhaled as he recapped the poppers.
Paul handed me the black rubber hand with the fingers shaped into a cone. He had lubed it well with an extra large glob of Crisco in its rubber palm. Paul then pulled his hand slightly down from the heights he had achieved (he was just before the elbow).
He told me that he was going to slowly curl his hand into a fist. I breathed deeply; sucking in big hit of poppers and held my breath. Slowly, Paul closed his hands into a fist. At first I felt a slight tightness but then a beautiful fullness. Paul kept his fist still, leaving me get used to the feeling. At this point my ass lips were starting to nib at his elbow.
"Jim, should I take the dildo out of your ass before I shove in the fist," I tried to ask coherently.
"No, please don't," Jim shouted as he was savagely beating his meat.
I tried to figure out how I was going to accomplish this laying on my back, so without thinking I turned over to face Jim's ass. Paul turned his arm slightly the other way and without knowing it, I swallowed his elbow. I saw the sun and the moon and the stars and I came instantly. Paul and Jim just laughed and congratulated me.
After I finished chewing Paul's arm off, I was in a better position to deal with Jim. I slid two fingers between the Bam and Jim's pouty lips. There was little resistance, so I started to gently force the rubber hand in Jim's ass. I asked Jim if he was ok. He nodded yes and kept sucking down poppers.
I eased the rubber hand just to the knuckles and Jim's ass ate the fake hand past into wrist on its own accord. Paul started to work his arm slowly out of my very happy hole. I pushed the rubber hand further in and watch in amazement as Jim's dick bobbed up and down in tempo.
Paul got his hand down to my ass lips and I shat it out. Paul patted my rosebud dry. After that, Paul took hold of the dildo and quickly pulled it out. I was surprised by his suddenness and pushed the fist further in. Jim moaned once and a shot of cum shot over his head. Paul quickly replaced the dildo and Jim came again. I caught on and pulled the hand out of Jim's trembling lips and shoved it back in. Paul and I did this a few more times as Jim cried out in pleasure.
We left both the dildo and the rubber hand buried in Jim's vast cavern and began to lick his belly clean
(To be continued)
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