Thursday, June 3, 2010

A Good Screw at the Baths

He was blowing me. His left hand made its’ way between my ass checks and the next thing I know his finger is in my hole up to his knuckle. I spread my legs slightly farther apart and started rocking my ass back and forth on his finger to get it in deeper.


He stood up. He was young black hair, dark skin and built muscular and thick. We started to kiss. I put my hand under his towel and began to stroked his uncut cock. His cock was about six inches long, but must have been as almost big around as it was long.


He asked me if I wanted to fuck. Neither of us had a room. He wanted to go into the bathroom. I followed him into the larger handicapped stall. The bathroom was much more brightly lighted than the rest of the place. We both took off our towels, and I bent over for him.


I felt his thick cock pressing into my hole. I pressed back onto him to open up. His thickness was intense but he was a good fucker and it didn’t hurt. In a minute he was all the way inside me and it felt so good. He started fucking me with a nice rhythm. After a couple of minutes, he reached down and raised one of my legs up on the toilet seat. With my ass more open, he spread my ass checks with each of his hands and started fucking me harder. I could feel his wide tool going all the way out of my ass and thrusting it back in one motion.


With his cock out, he would pause, and with my checks spread open, look at my hole. This must have been why he wanted to be in a more brightly lighted place. He was enjoying pulling out and looking at my gaping hole after being fucked by his six inch wide tool. I felt big ball of his spit go inside me, followed once again by his cock.


After we fucked like this for a few minutes, he wanted to go back out to the dark room. He was in charge. I followed him to the fuck bench. I took off my towel and started to bend over it, but he motioned with his hand for me to turn around. I leaned onto the bench on my back and he raised my legs up in the air. Holding each of my ankles and spreading my legs in he air in a v shape, he began to fuck me again. A couple of other guys came and stood around the bench and watched him own my ass. As he was screwing me in front of the other men, he reached over and kissed my left foot. It was a sweet gesture and it felt great.


Again, without speaking, he let go of my legs and motioned for me to turn over. I enjoyed the way he took charge. I flipped over onto my stomach. He pushed me forward with his hand, so I advanced onto the bench. He mounted the bench behind me and pressed my back down and began to fuck me. He put his hands on my shoulders and started fucking me hard and fast, like an animal. I could feel his cock swell even thicker in my ass. He moaned deeply and thrust his cock in deep. He held from behind, he body was sweaty from the hard fuck. He must have cum big because I could feel the wetness in my ass as his cock twitched and pulsed inside me.


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Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Piss Club Virgin - Part Two

I could still taste his warm piss was still in my mouth as I walked back into the club. My beard and chest hair were damp from the piss I hadn’t been able to contain in my mouth. I felt proud to have the piss visibly on me


I grabbed one of the beer I brought in at the coat check and began walking around. While I had been swapping piss out on the patio, the club had filled up.


This first room was large and dark with a raised platform with glory holes normally used for cock sucking. Tonight, it was used by guys getting sucked and pissing in the mouths of the guys below.


A trough had been placed in the center the room. In the trough, was a guy lying down and dressed completely in a black rubber suite and mask with a large funnel stuck in his mouth. I watched an older bear pissed into the funnel. The rubber-guy lay perfectly still and drank it down.


I walked into the next room. It was smaller, with brighter lighting with two troughs sitting in the central area. There was a young thin good-looking red-headed guy wearing only jock strap. While I finished my beer, I watched as a another man pissed into his open mouth. Watching the young-red-head taking piss made me so horny and excited. I looked across the room and the other trough was empty, I knew it was time for my baptism in piss.


I climbed into the trough. As I sat down, I caught pungent smell the stale piss rising up. I sat down with my back against the trough, unbuttoned and unzipped my fly. I knew that by climbing into the trough I was making myself available to all the men to piss on. Just the idea of being used that way by any guy made my cock was completely hard.


I didn’t have to wait long. Within about five seconds an older man wearing a leather vest walked up beside me. He took his big floppy cock out of his pants and held it in his right hand. I leaned back and looked up at him and waited . Even before the piss started I enjoyed knowing that I had been chosen to receive his piss. This was to be an important lesson for a newbie. Guys don’t (or even can’t) piss on command. It was my job as a bottom not to be pushy but to be patient and to help the pisser relax.


Soon I felt a warm stream moving across my chest and belly, then hitting my exposed cock and balls. It is impossible to describe the feeling of taking my first stream of piss on my body. It felt warm and soft. Like a beautiful gift from the man standing over me. Even now, I get rock hard as I write about it. As he pissed up and down my body, I closed my eyes and let out a moan of pleasure. When I opened my eyes, other men were two other men were starting to move around the trough. One seemed a little younger than me tall and lanky wearing a jeans and a flannel shirt. He stood holding a beer and watching at the foot of the trough. Another man came around to the side of the trough next to the guy pissing on me. In a flash, his cock was out of his pants and another stream was hitting me. He was moving his cock slightly so that the streams were alternating and crossing over the piss of the other guy. His piss was ranker and stinkier than the other.


I cried out “Oh, yes, o yes, please piss on me.”


The tall lanky guy at the end of the trough unfastened his jeans and took out his long cock. I made eye contact with him and kept saying “please piss on me, please, give me your piss.”


Soon the lanky guy let out a stream with huge force. A much stronger force than any of the men before. He was aiming right at my hard cock. In response I held onto the side of the trough with my hands and arched my back raising my ass off the bottom as high as I could, so that my cock and balls were up in the air. He kept pissing up and down my cock and balls. I thought the feeling of his hard streaming on my cock was going to make me cum, I was moaning and almost delirious with pleasure.


The evening had only just begun and I had already gone from piss virgin to piss pig.

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