Date: Fri, 11 May 2007 07:56:39 -0600
From: Tucson Dude <tucsondude85716@hotmail.com>
Subject: Phoenix Cum Slut Adventures 3

18 Hours at the Baths PART 2

PLEASE READ THROUGH MY INTRO.  I PROMISE there is lots of good (and true)
CUM SLUT ACTION following the set-up.

This is a true story from my exploits as a PnP lovin' bareback bottom cum
slut in Phoenix, Arizona sometime in the Spring of 2001.  I plan on a
series of stories describing my best experiences.  If you think you may
have fucked me (probably at the Chute bathhouse or Zorba's ABS on
Scottsdale Rd, but maybe at Flex bathhouse), please email me at
centraltucsonbimarried@yahoo.comand let me know when/where you think we
hooked up.  I'd love a cock pic as well (trying to put together a "trophy
wall" of my conquests)!  I'd also appreciate feedback on the stories
themselves.

I was 26 at the time these events took place.  My "cruising name" was
"Jack" I'm 6', 180#, green eyes (often wearing glasses during my visits to
the Chute), both nipples pierced (but if you played with them too much, I
probably told you it was "just for looks", not because I was much into
tit-play).  I had short, light brown/dark blonde hair, a goatee, broad
shoulders and a narrow waist.  Total masculine, straight acting, closeted
bi cock-fiend.  If I was wearing shorts, you probably thought I had nice
legs (muscular, particularly big calves).  I'm uncut, 8"-ish (but if I was
partying with my girl Tina, you probably never saw my cock hard).  When I
was at the Chute, I would usually walk around with my towel over my
shoulder.  At the Chute I was often smoking a cigarette in one of the movie
rooms, playing with my cock and asshole.  I had a strong preference for
public displays, and was fucked in the public areas of the Chute often
(movie rooms, bunk bed room, glory hole maze.  If I was getting fucked in a
private room, I'd leave the door open (they let you do that back then), if
my top was up for it.  I picked my men on the basis of their cocks, not
looks, etc.  Old, fat, ugly, bald, didn't matter.  A nice hard cock, the
bigger the better, to fuck my slut cum hole was what I was looking for.

If we hooked up, you probably noticed that I was not the best when it came
to sucking cock (though I could do a good enough job on average size guys).
Especially if you were hung, I probably only sucked you enough to get you
hard before I tried to get you to slide it in my ass.

Anyway on to the story:

18 Hours at the Baths PART 2

I had my legs over the black stud's shoulders as he held my hips and fucked
his gigantic cock in and out of my ass.  My head was spinning.  I kept
taking deep hits of my poppers.  It felt like my ass, wrapping itself
around his magnificent cock, was my entire being.  I was in thrall to his
cock, I was absolutely wanton in my desire to please him.

He loved the fact that I was such a verbal slut telling him how much I
loved his cock.  I told him that he had truly porn star quality cock, that
it was the biggest cock I have ever seen, and that I had never felt
anything as amazing as his cock plunging in and out of my ass.

Even more exciting was the fact that I was being watched by Mr. Prince
Albert, who would occasionally bend over to suck my cock briefly.  I became
aware that there was a group of guys standing at the door to the room, at
least 3 or 4, watching what was obviously a monumental fuck.

I have no idea how long I had that beautiful black cock in my ass.  I
closed my eyes and just blissed out on the incredible sensations of
fullness and pleasure coming from my ass.  I was lost in my cock-slut
delirium.  I would open my eyes periodically and check how many guys were
watching me get fucked.

I became aware that Bong Man was talking to me.

"He wants to know if you want him to breed your ass."

"Oh God YES."  I said it loud enough for my audience to hear me.  "Please
cum in my ass!"

He started bucking.  He shoved his cock all the way in and ground his hard
pelvic bone against my ass.  His cock felt incredibly thick at the base.  I
knew he had to be pumping a huge load in my ass.

All to soon, he pulled his cock out of my ass.  Prince Albert immediately
stuck his head between my leg, pushed me up on the bed so he could get at
what he wanted, and started tonguing my ass and licking up and down my
crack.  I had never felt something so incredibly decedent and depraved.

After a minute he moved back from between my legs.

"Who's next"?  Bong Man was offering my ass to the next anonymous cock.  A
younger white guy came in.  He looked like, in his clothes, he'd be a
white-boy wanna-be gangster.  He looked like he was in his early 20's.  He
had a pierced nipple and a nice, hard, cut cock.  I asked him how he wanted
to fuck me.

"From behind."

I got on the bed, again in my face-down-ass-up slut pose.  I felt the head
of his cock press against my hole, which swallowed his cock without
hesitation.  He had a nice-sized cock, but nowhere close to as large as my
black-super stud.  I hit the poppers and rested my head on the bed.  I had
to use my arms to keep my head from being driven into the wall at the head
of the narrow bed.

"Are you going to cum in my ass?"

"Do you want more cum in that hole."

"Give it to me."  I ground my ass back against his thrusts.  Since my ass
had been opened up so wide by the black stud, I was ready for anything he
could dish out.

He started to fuck me harder and faster, with shorter strokes.  I knew that
my ass was about to claim another load of cum from a stranger's cock.  He
grunted as he spewed his cum up my asshole and quickly withdrew as soon as
he was done.

I turned around and saw that the group of men at the door had disappeared.
The Bong Man was sitting on the other end of the bed, smoking a cigarette.
I asked if I could bum a smoke – mine were in my room.  He asked if I
wanted to close the door so we could smoke some more Tina.  I told him I
was always ready to party more.

While he was loading up the bowl of his bong, he asked me how long I'd been
such a slut.  I told him not that long, but that when I partied, I couldn't
get enough cock.  He asked me if I'd ever been in a sling.

I had seen the sling room at the Chute.  The sling was in the middle of an
otherwise bare room.  I had never seen someone in the sling – when I saw it
it was being cleaned by staff, presumably after someone checked out.

"I'd love to get fucked in a sling.  I'd take any cock I could get."

We smoked the whole bowl, exchanging the smoke back and forth as we had
before.  He told me his time in his room was about to expire, but that if
I'd share it with him, he'd get the sling room.  I told him that I couldn't
wait.  He told me he had to pack up all his stuff, go up to the front and
rent the sling room.  I told him I'd be looking for him when he came back.

I went to take a quick shower.  I was sweaty, and my thighs were sticky
with the cum oozing out of my ass.  I made sure my crack was clean, but I
did nothing to clean up the sperm still slowly oozing out of my ass.  When
I walked, my I was conscious of the slippery feel of cum deep in my ass.

After searching for a while for a clock, I discovered that it was already
2:00.  My 6 hour rental of my room was only half over.  I went to watch
some porn in one of the two movie rooms.  I tried to watch the porn, but I
was too spun to sit still.  I threw my towel around my shoulders and
started cruising the dark hallways.

The hallways were dark enough that it was hard to see a guy's face if he
was more than about 5 feet away.  There was a definite aroma of male bodies
and sex in the air.  There was some driving techno on the sound system that
gave the place a very up beat feel, especially to me, tweaked out of my
mind.

I saw lots of guys in the halls.  Some were cruising slowly around, like
me.  Some were standing still, watching us cruisers as we made our way
past.  There were some younger guys and lots of guys who looked mid-30's
and older.  I saw several silver haired "daddy" types, some leather-type
bears, some white collar types.

Each guy I passed, I made eye contact and held it as long as I could.  I
was walking with my towel tossed carelessly over my shoulder and otherwise
naked except for the elastic band with my room key on my arm.  I found the
bathroom and relieved my aching bladder.  In the restroom was a chalkboard
which had "looking for <blank> type "ads" scrawled on it.  I filed that
information away for later use.  I started looking for my friend who said
he was going to rent the sling room.  I didn't know where the sling room
was, so I started wandering the halls, looking for my buddy and/or the
sling room.  Finally, I spotted him coming towards me.

"There you are.  Did you get the room?"

"I got it.  Are you going to put that hot ass in the sling?"

"I can't wait."

I followed him to the room.  He unlocked the door and let us in, closing
the door behind him.  The room was semi-dark.  He found a dimmer switch on
the wall, and adjusted the light a little brighter.

Most of the rooms had a single, narrow bed (which was a mattress on a
platform attached to the wall, a table, and maybe a chair, if you got
lucky.  There were also a couple of larger rooms with double beds.

This room had only the sling.  It was suspended on large chains that were
stretched between the floor and ceiling.  There was a mirror on the ceiling
above the sling.  There were some shelves on the wall, and that was it.

The starkness of the room, the fact that the room was obviously designed to
display the sling (and any occupant of the sling) in a stark tableau of
sexual availability.  I went over to the sling to figure out how it worked.

"You need these".  He handed me two long loops of thick rubber attached to
a chain with a clip at the end.  "You hook these up [to the chains
supporting the sling] so you can put your feet in them.

Oh.  Stirrups.  Not for a medical exam, but so my legs would be held up and
my ass freely available to anyone who wanted to step up and fuck my hole.
Fucking HOT!

"Let's DO this," My enthusiasm evident in my voice.

"Let's smoke some more first".  He got his glass bong, wrapped safely in a
towel now empty of water, out of the large athletic-type bag he brought
with him.  He produced a bottle of water and poured some into the bong.  He
loaded some more 'tina to the glass bowel, scoping the translucent crystals
into the bowel with the cut off end of a spoon-straw.  He got out his torch
and held the bong to me as he started heating the bowl.

We smoked a bunch of hits, sharing the smoke back and forth as before.  By
time we were finished, I was more tweaked than I had ever been.  I was
absolutely flying.  I couldn't stop making little humming sounds.  I
couldn't sit still, constantly shifting position as we sat on the floor,
smoking.

"I want some of your ass before we open the door."

"Awesome."  I climbed into the sling and he helped me get the stirrups
adjusted to the right height.  He dug around in his bag again and produced
a penis pump.

"Ever use one of these?"

"Not yet.  Do they work?  I can't get hard when I'm partying."  My dick was
totally flaccid.  To look at it, you would think that I was as far from
aroused as could be.  But my ASS was craving cock BIGTIME.  I was stroking
my cock, but to no avail.

"Crystal Dick.  Happens to some guys."  He started sucking on my flaccid
cock.  It felt GREAT, but I could tell that there was going to be zero
erection action.

"Suck me."  He gave up on my cock and brought his own around to my face.  I
immediately sucked as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.

Mr Bong was dark skinned and had a middle eastern type appearance.  He had
dark eyes and hair, and nice bone structure with good cheekbones and a
handsome mouth.  He was trim, with nice abs and muscular arms and legs.  He
looked to be in his early 20's, younger than me (I was 26 at the time).

His cock was uncut and nicely thick, even while almost totally soft.  I
could taste lube on his cock.

"Have you fucked anyone already?"

"A couple of guys, but I didn't come."

"I wish I could get hard when I'm partying."

"Suck my cock".

I started sucking him as far down my throat as I could, then moving back to
tongue his head and foreskin.  He had a metal cock ring around his cock and
balls.

"Try these poppers.  They are really good.  I got them from a guy who said
he got them mail order from Europe."  He held the brown bottle under my
nose so that I could take a couple of deep snorts from each nostril.

The poppers were AWESOME.

I greedily sucked his cock into my mouth, alternating between plunging all
the way down on it while creating suction with my throat to draw out his
erection and pulling back to tease the head and underside of the shaft with
my tongue.  He had tons of foreskin – I could swirl my tongue around the
head of his cock inside of his foreskin.  His cock grew larger and harder.

His pubic hair and his balls were shaved.  I took a minute every now and
then to lick and suck his balls.  He kept up a stead stream of questions.

"Do you like that cock?  Do you like it in your mouth?  Do you want to feel
it in your ass?"

In answer to each question I would give an affirmative hum while sucking on
the head of his cock.

He pulled out of my mouth and moved around so that he was standing between
my legs, which were raised in the stirrups.  The sling was SO comfortable.
It had great support all the way from my head down to my ass.  I was
positioned so that my ass was spread open any my asshole was suspended,
open to fuck, at waist level for bongman.

He began to rub his cock up and down my crack.  It was already wet with my
saliva, so it slid easily and wonderfully.  Whenever the head of his cock
passed over my asshole, I gave an involuntary jerk of pleasure.  I hit the
supposedly imported poppers, taking multiple deep snorts and then inhaling
through my mouth deeply several times.  I put the cap on the poppers to
keep from spilling them, then I lay back to enjoy the ride.

He spit on my ass, a big, big gob of spit that landed directly on my
fuckhole.  He was one of those guys with abundant and slippery saliva.  He
used the head of his cock to smear the spit into my hole, then lined
himself up and started to push into my ass.

I was in bottom heaven.  My ass, craving more and more fucking, opened up
to let him but kept a tight grip on him as he fucked me deeper and deeper.
He slit it in until I could feel his balls hitting my ass cheeks.  He
stayed still for a minute.  I clamped my ass around him as hard as I could,
wanting to feel every millimeter of his beautiful shaft.  He groaned.

"That's a tight ass, considering all the cock its had in it tonight."

"I fucking LOVE your cock in my ass.  Fuck me with that beautiful cock!"

He fucked me slowly and powerfully, long strokes so he would almost slip
out of me on the backstroke, then pushing in until he was grinding his
pelvis against me.  The sling positioned me so that his pubic bone was
grinding on my taint, and it felt awesome.  When he was all the way in me,
the base of his cock felt as thick a can of pop.

The rush from the poppers was very strong, and lasted for a surprisingly
long time.  At one point I had my eyes closed and was lost as I was aware
only of his cock filling my ass again and again.  After giving me a nice
fucking he stopped and pulled his cock out of my ass.

"I'm not going to cum now."

"No problem man, just cum in me when you're ready to cum."

"Do you want to open the door and see who is out there?"

"DEFINATELY."  I asked him, "Have you seen that chalkboard in the
bathroom?"

"Yeah."

"We should put up a note: "Bottom-Slut loves all hard cock, Sling Room"