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 2
We lay on the plastic garbage bags -- wet, sticky and happy. Paul propped himself up against the head board and lit a fat joint he left on the nightstand. He took a big hit and passed it to Jim. Jim took a hit and passed it to me. I was busy sucking on Jim's sleeping cock and passed on the joint. Jim slowly shat out the Bam dildo then part of the rubber fist. Jim's ass lips were still munching on the fake hand.
"Can I get in there," I coyly asked tugging on the disembodied arm.
"Go for it New York. Fist my ass cunt," Jim sighed as he expelled the hand.
His beautiful purple lips called to me and I offered my hand to it. Jim was still slick and my hand slid in with no resistance. I was lying on my side as I groped my way along his ass cave, lovingly feeling my way along his well-traveled path. He was so loose that I didn't realize I had gone well past his "second ring" until I turned to look and saw I was almost to the elbow.
Jim was moaning and purring, encouraging me to keep it up. I reach up a little further and touched one of the rubber balls embedded deep within his colon. I gripped it and gave it a small turn. Jim's cock immediately sprang to life oozing its honeyed nectar.
"Slow down New York, I want to last a little longer," Jim shuttered.
I pulled my hand slightly down and contented myself with rubbing his second ass ring. Jim picked up the Bam dildo and began poking Paul's hole. It opened quickly to swallow the rubber phallus. Paul took another quick hit of the joint then a quick hit of some poppers and gave himself over to Jim's playing.
We were all quiet for a moment; each of us lost in our bodies pleasures. I broke the silence by asking how did they know each other. I then continued nursing on Jim's dick.
Jim was living in San Francisco for a while and went one night to the Sling with a friend. Although he had been living in San Francisco for a few years, he had never gone to the Sling before. Jim knew he was a size queen, he hadn't really been into fisting or playing with toys for that matter. Paul then laughed. He said that the minute he saw Jim at the club, he knew he would have his fist up Jim's ass that night. After an intense 48 hours at the Sling then back at Jim's apartment, Paul had converted Jim into a fist queen. Jim had become such an ass freak that he spent almost every day with at least a large butt plug or some other toy up his ass. He had even driven his motorcycle from Palm Springs with his butt plug firmly packed in his ass. He laughed and admitted that he had to pull over and take it out as he was cumming so much from the vibrations the bike was making on the butt plug that it was distracting him
They had been fist buddies ever since. They would hook up ever month or so for a weekend of PNP and fisting. And I realized that I had hit upon one of those weekends. Oh happy days for me.
"Hey Jim, are you ready to piss on me," Paul asked, jumping off the bed, still with the dildo up his ass.
"Yeah, let's go into that bathroom. I noticed we could all fit into the Jacuzzi. Come on New York, let's go"
Jim sat up and my hand slid effortlessly out of his ass. Jim picked up the mirror from the other side of the bed and laid out some more lines of T for us to do. Paul and I snorted our lines and Jim lewdly coated his ass lips with his. We then carefully went into the bathroom trying to avoid slipping on the lube leaking out of our asses.
Paul laid down into Jacuzzi and started to fuck himself furiously with the dildo. Jim and I climbed in and stood over Paul. Jim closed his eyes and concentrated. Slowly at first then with more force, Jim sprayed Paul's face with his piss. I pushed down and started my stream all over Paul's body.
Paul heartily drank the piss and then came in little dribbles, his dick still imprisoned in the ball stretcher and cock ring. He then reached up and pulled on the cord dangled from Jim's ass. With just a tug, the balls popped out of Jim's ass one at a time and bounced around the sides of the Jacuzzi. Jim erupted like a volcano, aiming his jism towards Paul's waiting tongue. Gobs of his sperm landed on Paul's tongue, face and neck. He slurped all of the seed down he could reach.
Jim then squatted down for Paul to suck his seeping dick and took my dick into his mouth. "I want that piss now New York," Jim demanded.
I was happy to oblige. I offered that Blond Surfer God my dickhead and he sucked with abandon. We were happy as little kids at play covered in cum, lube and piss in that Jacuzzi.
At this point, my ass was craving another fisting so I suggested that we all shower. We all climbed out of the tub and crowded into the shower stall. The warm water felt nice and we all soap each other up and played hide the soap. It was a very easy game to play.
We dried off and went back to the bedroom. I got down on my knees and worshipped Jim's man cunt. I thrust my tongue in wantonly, giving Jim the devil's kiss. After some negotiations, we agreed that Paul would fist me while Jim fisted him. I got into the "doggie position" and Paul started slathering my ass with Crisco. Paul was kneeling behind me on the bed and Jim was standing behind him packing Paul's ass with the lube using a 20" double-headed dildo, he had with him. Damn, I wish I knew he had that double-headed dildo; I would have loved to ride it with Jim
Everyone made sure that they had some poppers and we were off to the races. Paul slipped me his fist and was prepping me for the main feature. In and out, in and out, his fist pistoned into me. Jim liberally coated his big fist with the grease and pulled the dildo from Paul's chute and twisted his fist in. I heard Paul take a big hit of poppers and was nearly knocked off balance as Paul was trying to adjust to Jim's size.
Another hit of poppers for both of us and Paul got into a rhythm of fisting and being fisted. The room filled with the sounds of pigs grunting as we took the fists deep up our asses. Jim was working himself into a frenzy reaming Paul's abused ass lips with his fist.
I could feel some extra pressure but couldn't quite tell what it was. I took another blast of poppers and felt my ass open up some more. Paul had pulled his fist out of my ass and replaced it with his stiff prick. My ass hole was so loose that I could barely feel his dick slam between my lips. It was then I felt a cool metal feeling in my ass hole. Paul had slipped the ball stretcher in my hole and was fucking me royally; cock ring, stretcher and all.
"Oh, man New York, I wish you could see this. It's so fucking hot. Wait til you feel Paul blow," Jim huskily said and he increased his tempo.
My ass felt so full with all of Paul inside me. Jim was so deep inside of Paul he was wearing him like a glove. It felt like Jim was fucking me with Paul as a living dildo. I was oozing cum as Paul's dick slid higher up my colon. Suddenly I felt Paul shutter as he shot load after load up my ass like a dog breeding his bitch. I was seeing stars and came in little spurts. Paul then started filling me his warm piss. I felt my colon balloon up and I was in hog heaven.
Jim picked up on of the wet towels we left on the floor and started sopping up the mess. As I started collecting my wits about me, I got concerned about how the hell Paul was going to get his cock and that rig out of my tightly clamped ass. Paul told me not to worry and take a big hit of poppers. A deep sigh and out popped Paul's cock.
I grabbed the soaking towel and raced to the bathroom. I just made it to the shower stall and out came the piss, lube and scum. I threw the towel in the Jacuzzi and came back to the bedroom.
I was a little surprised to see Jim and Paul were packing up their gear. They had decided to go to a local bathhouse and continue their play there. Paul knew the staff and they let him get away with murder there, engaging in half-day orgies there. They asked me to join them but my ass was dead tired and I had a meeting later that day. Jim and Paul helped me clean up the mess that we made of the room. They both kissed me goodbye and made me promise to hook up with them the next time I was in Las Vegas.
I will definitely keep that promise.
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