Leather Pride in Palm Springs

It was the desert’s annual weekend celebration of leather and fetish pride.  So what is a horned up Asian guy to do but go down and join the celebrations in Palm Springs and hope that he can find action.

Being “fresh meat,” it was pretty easy to make the first hook up.  This being Palm Springs, Bert (not his real name) listed his age as 59, 6’1, 170 lbs with an 8” uncut thick dick.  He was mixed breed but mostly black with thick dark facial hair, dark hooded eyes and some tattoos.

Bert:  you've got a hot ass to eat and breed raw.  i smoke, love a slut bottom to kiss, eat his clean ass and fuck raw.

Me:  i’m visiting, in town only for a night. wanna hook up?  here’s my number 555-555-5555.

Bert:  i am into heavy kissing, eating your clean ass, fuck you raw, cum, then fill you with my piss.  i can be ready by 6:30 pm to host you in my house, i live in *bleeeeep*  (760) 555-5555.

Me:  Ok, I have just checked in at my hotel in Vista Chino, I need Google to find you.

Bert:  *Gives address* call or text me when you get to my gate.  i will come and open it, getting off line to get ready.

And with that I started to get prepared for what I hoped was going to be a long raunchy night of sex.  I drove to his place and it was pitch dark.  For those of you who have never been to Palm Springs, the residential areas do not have street lights, it is completely dark, you could literally walk naked and no one would notice.

He ushered me into his driveway and locked the gates, wearing only a bathrobe.  Then he ordered me to strip and get into position in the kitchen table.  There he had a cushion ready for his bottom’s head while he eats his way into your clean ass.  He took off his bathrobe and I could see he was ready.  He had a harness on, combat boots with black socks and a red jock strap that hid nothing of his bulge.  He had a full face of beard which I love and I was moaning in ecstasy as we made eye contact and he clearly showed hunger as he dove down the kitchen floor and munched on my fleshy butt.  Once he wet my ass well enough, he put some lube on his cock and shoved the whole thing inside in one go.  I had barely time to hit the popper bottle properly.  He gave me a face towel for that purpose since he told me that popper fumes make him lose his erection.  Fair enough.  Bottoms (some at least) need poppers, tops need ass to sink into, it’s just the law of the universe.  When we had our groove going, he talked dirty to me, describing how my ass was making his cock feel good and hard and horny for more.  He asked if I had any fetishes.  Without any hesitation given the location I said “outdoor sex.”

“Come with me,” he announced pulling out of me and getting his paraphernalia and towels.  “Keep your sneakers on!” he commanded.

We went to his back garden area bordering the unseen pool behind the tall trees that obscured it in the dark.  He let me lie down on the edge of a prepared massage table with my butt sticking out.  Up went my legs and he grabbed both my ankles and in what I only describe as full top abandon, opened my long legs and fucked my fleshy raw bottom with his hard erection, while he played with his nipples.  I love it when tops can find their inner strength in opening bottom guys like that, and when a bottom know that his legs are meant to be spread wide open without the objection of cramping!

“What’s that?” I asked him.

I head the distinct rustling noise of some dried leaves crumpling to our right.  A trash can also sounded like it got knocked over, as someone scrambled over it.

“It must be my neighbors, watching us, I give them a show from time to time,” he replied.

Fuck yeah, I arched my legs even way up his shoulders and he withdrew to show his engorged cock to the unseen voyeur.  I had no idea of who he or they were or if they could see us in the dark.  It was then that I realized that a small outdoor awning light was left on, clearly illuminating us to whoever was watching.  They sure made enough sounds to make us know the show was appreciated.

I looked straight up at the clear sky.  Looking at the clear moon and the brilliant stars and in that instant realized why desert dwellers didn’t need street lights.  Awesome.  Who needs TV, when you can make your own sex in the city and let your neighbors watch.

Bert fucked me a bit more, and the rustling noises continued - was there a rotation of roommates, or what?  I didn’t really care.  I was totally in a selfless state of mind that night.

“They know I fuck young boys out here, I sometimes fuck in broad day light, so they can see what is going on,” he said.

“Really?  And your boys don’t mind being watched?” I asked.

“Do you mind being watched?” he retorted, burying the big head of his cock inside my ass lips and rotating his hips in a circular motion.

“I love being watched with my butt sticking out like crazy, and my long legs against your shiny dark skin, glistening with sweat in the moonlight.”

“Do you think they know we’re not using rubbers?” I continued to prod.

“Yeah,” he nodded while he continued to slow grind his hips into my fleshy hole.

“How come?” I asked.

“Because they see I piss inside my bottoms.  And I’m about to piss inside you just about now,” he grunted and slurred as he slowed his pace and stood still in the dark.

Warm, warm liquid filled my anal passage.  It was a stream of bladder juice and he groaned as if he were coming.  I opened my ass and some of the piss spilled out and made his cock feel even warmer.  He stopped pissing and relishing in the moment as we both grinned at each other, then with a second moan he arched and released his second warm stream inside my gut which could only take as much.  A definite dripping sound could be heard as it spilled onto the pavement below.

“Deliciously warm and freshly fucked booty, boy!” he growled, not attempting to lower his voice in the still of the night.

I exhaled letting go of more the warm liquid gathered inside my rectum, splashing it back onto his bare cock still half inside me.

“Oh boy, it feels so nice as you spill it back to me, boy!” he continued the nasty talk, clearly enjoying the dribble of urine down his balls and legs.  “Good boy!” he was in a trance as he played with his nipples.

After a while, he continued to fuck me using just spit for lube but it was clear though that Bert wasn’t ready to come due to some pill fueled erection.  He asked if I had a curfew and I said I had to be back before midnight.  A lie of course, which he clearly saw through.  He then told me in that case, he arranged for another bottom to come at 10 pm.  I couldn’t agree more with him.  He was a super top and his cock needed to be shared with other bottoms.  We played a bit more until his phone buzzed madly with the next bottom announcing he was on his way.  I quickly dashed to the bathroom to soap and freshen up and got dressed and was out of his driveway in five minutes flat.

After all, another party beckons and the night is still young.  Stay tuned for the continuation of the story.

DILFs

I’m over bad sex.  

It’s one of my earlier resolutions for this year.  To have more interesting quality sex than average to poor sex with fuck buddies that suck the sexual energy from me, but never give anything back.

Profiles that used to read dominant, serve me now, speak only when you are spoken to and pay attention to my nipples because they are wired to my cock are now low in my list.  It’s all about them, not about you.

I realised all of the above when one of my long time fuck buddies left my house after another bout of our usual sex hook ups.  He is a hot military pilot Daddy who has a body of a triathlete and in his early 50s now, and his body puts my younger one to shame as he is so fit.  He even has abs!

But because of his triathlon training, he shaves all his body hair including his armpits, arms, legs and pubes.  I am pretty sure he does this to enhance the length of his pretty average cock, but it makes him look like a plucked turkey.

Then there is the sweat.  

Due to his ultra healthy diet I suspect, he perspires a lot during sex.  Sweat as in call the janitor with the mop kinda sweat.  Sweat as in iceberg global warming oceans rising sweat.  Which he mandatorily washes off in my shower after we have so-so sex.  

The aftermath of all of the above is me having to change all pillow cases, launder the bed sheets and guest towel after he leaves.  That’s two hours of post intercourse chores that I could have spent elsewhere than the laundry room.

Daddy pilot slash triathlete constantly texts me when he is conveniently available (i.e. when he is not flying his aircraft and is back in terra firma) and horny and I have started to make the usual polite excuses. I’m at work, I’m out tonight to the outright No, I am not available, without a complimentary suggestion of when I will be in the future were all sent back in reply to his countless text messages.  He still doesn’t get it, because he still texts back.  I have now resolved to simply not replying to his advances.  I know, how rude of me.  But sometimes you have to be rude to be succinct.

Then there is the odd instance of Daddy #2.  This one happens to be a tall teacher (somewhere, I don’t really pry much).  Again in his mid 50s, big as in huge, gigantic cut cock - the original feature that caught my attention to woof at him, that is naturally hard without the need of enhancements.  

Only he fucks wrapped - only.  

Ok so I like oral, too, so no big deal.  We stuck to that originally, but he insisted on anal, which was so-so, ho-hum since all I felt was the rubber.  It was like being fucked by a big plastic dildo.  My ass didn’t feel the natural warmth and tingle that releases my own lust.  It was like something I had to perfunctorily do for his benefit.  If all I wanted was the dildo effect (which I clearly don’t), I could have done that without having left my house, watched good porn and had a good long self whack job.

For those of you who think I give up easily, I didn't.  I met up with him four more times, until one night I did manage to sit on his raw naked cock head, while he was lost in his popper huff.  He knew what I was doing and I timed it so that the popper haze would hit him and he would succumb to the feeling.  His eyes glazed and he didn't move and I was teasing his naked cock head, gliding it up and down against my naked and puckered ass lips.  

It didn't work.

When push came to shove, he pushed me over, ate my ass then stood up and walked to the bedside dresser table and tore open a rubber which he proudly rolled on his obscenely beautiful hard nine inch and very thick and veiny circumsized erection.  I had to close my eyes to blot out the sight (of the latex).  It was like looking at graffiti on a work of human art.

Then there is this Daddy’s urge to share me with his other fellow DILF fuck buds.  Being a perfunctory slave to one was torture enough, he wants me to be on my knees for two.  To the non-jaded juvvies reading this, this might sound like heaven sent.  But I’ve been there done that, with little return on my sexual investment in these older tops.  This last one even has the peculiar penchant of inviting me to serve his fellow DILFs at the ungodly hour of 10 am on a Saturday morning when he apparently hosts his DILF orgies.

Honest to Buddha, who plans to have an orgy at 10 am on Saturdays?  Orgies at that hour simply happen.  They aren't planned.  They might be simply a continuation of a long, sleazy, raunchy Friday night sex session, and it just happens as a flow on effect, but it isn’t planned (weeks in advance in this instance).

Again my lifestyle might not be so like your own, but I bet most of you readers work five days a week and then unwind by going out with friends, family or a fuck bud on Friday nights, and use Saturday mornings to wake up lazily, have a hot cup of coffee, perhaps a croissant on the side.  Hands up which ones of you are up on Saturday mornings at 9 am douching your ass for a DILF orgy?  Hands up which ones of you would rather walk your dog in the park, get a bagel on the way home and then meet up with friends for an al fresco lunch?  See what I mean?

Honestly DILFs, I still lust after you older geezers and I am truly a non agist, equal opportunity fucker.  But sometimes some of your sunset ways are just not where I want to be.

Moral of the post I guess is that if its enjoyable, continue to do it.  But if it ain’t, learn your lesson, lick your wounds and then learn to be a wiser person and move on.

Rawspicable Me 2

Recap from Part 1

“. . . Suddenly a very loud, very female, very alarming scream could be heard coming from somewhere outside.  Then silence.

I glanced at the clock.  

It was 11:00 pm.”

Now for the continuation:

Ltndude:  I went past your motel, but there were three squad cars outside.

Ltndude:  Are they there for you?

Me:  No, not me.  Where are you now?

Ltndude:  I drove off.  I can come back again in 30 minutes if you want me to still join u guys?

Me:  Sure, it should okay by then.

Ltndude:  Ok

Through the small crack in the window curtains, the blinking lights of the squad cars could be seen.  Something was happening outside in the motel and I didn’t know what it was.  It must have something to do with the loud female scream.  There were no sirens but my mood was starting to go off with all the distractions from outside.

Rob and I were still busy making out and doing a 69 while he continued to smoke.  The texting did not distract him as he was already spaced out, but it did me.  I was fully conscious of what was going on inside the room, what might be happening outside in the courtyard, the various texts from our back up LtnDude, as the first Latin guy’s trail went cold.  Despite the hotness of my companion and the thought of a third joining us, my cock was deflating and I knew I had to switch off and concentrate on the moment.  But I just couldn’t just yet.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door!

We both froze for a moment and our eyes locked.  We both lost track of time by now and I was suddenly jolted back into the present moment.  The clock read 12:30 am and I told Rob to quickly go to the bathroom and close the door, as I slipped on my shorts.

I opened the door and saw LtnDude standing out there in the cold darkness of the night in his jeans and hoodie.  I quickly ushered him in.

“Hey, can I still come in and join you guys?” he nodded as he got settled in.  “Sorry it took me a while to come, I had to drop my roommate off to work after I drove past.  I came back twice until the coast was finally clear.”

Rob came out of the bathroom and I introduced everyone.  It turns out that LtnDude’s name was also Rob, so we’ll just continue to call him that to avoid confusion.

Rob leaned in closer and with his great tongue began to eat my ass after pulling my shorts down.  LtnDude and I made out until he was hard enough to strip naked.  He was stocky and had great muscular thighs which looked hot as he opened them and led my mouth to his 7” uncut dick which I sucked slowly.  Rob continued to shove his tongue and eat me out and I could see it was exciting him, so I turned around and gave him my tongue and exposed my butt to LtnDude.  This alternated for a while until things got heated up back to horny normal.  The two guys made no attempt to touch each other or kiss, so I guess there was no sexual attraction there for them.  This is one of a negative by-product of a threesome, which means as the common denominator, I had to work twice as hard.  Rob didn’t fuck me, I guess he was all shy about the bare thing in front of a stranger.  We all took a break, a drink, a smoke, a leak and continued talking.

Suddenly, there was another knock on the front door!

The clock read 3 am.

Again we all froze.  No one was expected so either we were making too much noise (which I knew we weren’t) or worse - it was a room by room security check. 

I summed up all my courage to slip on my shorts again and open the front door fully expecting to see a man or men in uniform.  My brain was in overdrive as to how I was to explain the situation and I kept my trembling in check so as to appear normal.  But there was nothing normal about the whole thing!

To my surprise, I saw another Latin guy as I opened the door.  There is that split second crunch in your brain when you know you have escaped bad luck only to jump into another situation.  Who is this guy?

“Hi I am Mike,” he said.

I didn’t remember chatting to any Mike, but I knew better than to debate that with my door open, half naked in a strange motel at 3 am.  I ushered him in the dead of the night.  All four of us looked at each other and I broke off the silence.

“Dude, you scared us, we thought you were security!” I said.  “Who are you?”

“We were chatting in Grindr earlier and you invited me for a threesome.  Then you gave me your number and the address, remember?” he explained.  “I live just around the corner from here, so I had to walk.”

Earlier?  Earlier was 5 hours ago!  And he lives just around the corner?!

“Yes I do now, we thought you flaked, so we made other plans,” I said.  There was no hiding the fact that we were his booty call and that he probably hooked up with someone before and that either finished or he didn’t work out.

Despite what you read in other blogs where stories of guys streaming in and out of a person’s dark apartment door in the middle of the night, where sex and loads were anonymously dropped and swapped, and everything would be super hot, I can tell you first hand that it is not!  It was turning out to be a logistical nightmare and where the fucking should be a lot, it was more like only 10 per cent.  Clearly LtnDude didn’t feel comfortable as he announced he had to go.  He put his jeans back on and in no time at all he was out the door.  Which led the count back to three.  

An awkward moment hanged around and the question on everyone’s mind - what’s happening?  I was definitely switched off by now, having lost all my libido.  The fear, paranoia, having to play host and having to be alert were all too distracting and I simply couldn’t relax.  

Rob and Mike however, liked each other and in no time at all, the two guys were making out and stroking each other.  They motioned for me to join in and we all started kissing each other until we all got our erections back.  Rob got down on the bed and started sucking Mike’s hard 7” uncut dick as Mike and me made out, touching each other’s bodies.

Rob’s 8” cut cock grew back insanely hard again and it glistened in the dark room in a kinda brown, purple angry haze.  He caught my eye and saw me looking down at his snake while Mike was kissing my neck, and he simply nodded.  I knew it was time to fuck again so I positioned my ass on top of Rob’s erection, and our two flesh were reunited again in one swift downward movement.  He moaned as he buried his face in Mike’s balls.

Raw?  

Mike mouthed the silent words to me in the dark, his eyes like saucers.  Clearly he was aware that no one ripped open a condom packet.  

I quietly nodded.  

Mike’s mouth went wide open and mouthed the word “wow.”  Mike put his face back in my neck as he kissed me towards my ear.  Then with both his hands, he skull fucked Rob who was trying not to choke underneath him.  Seeing that Rob was distracted Mike quietly whispered to me “You guys been fucking bare all night?”

“Yeah,” my voice was low and hungry as I held on to the bed post and did my squats.

“You didn’t mention that to me when we were chatting, I would have been here earlier!” Mike said, as his hand went towards my butt to check that there was no latex involved.  

“Fuck yeah,” he gasped in approval as he felt Rob’s naked shaft drenched in lube and my ass juices.

Rob was thrusting upwards as I slammed my pelvis down onto him and we both groaned in pleasure.  I simply looked at Mike and continued to ride Rob, ignoring his further conversation.  Mike left me and deprived Rob of his cock suck as he headed down south towards Rob’s balls this time.  

“Yeah man, fuck him as I lick your cock as you go in and out of him,” Mike said to Rob, very loudly this time.  We did it like that for a while with everyone groaning so loud. I could feel my thighs start to ache from all the squats and I pulled myself up, but Mike pulled me back down.  “I need to eat your ass,” he said.  While he did that, Rob and I made out again as Mike alternated between eating my melon and sucking Rob’s bush.  The groaning continued and all three of us were in pig heaven.

“Sit on my face, my turn to eat you out,” Rob instructed me as Mike continued to slurp his 8” cut cock.  I eagerly slammed my buttocks down onto his thick beautiful lips and just moaned into the pillows as Mike and I sandwiched Rob in pleasure on both ends.

Then without warning, Mike mounted me from behind as Rob pulled both my ass cheeks open as he watched the spectacle unfold above his eyes.  It was Rob’s turn to lick the fleshy, bare contact of Mike’s cock and my ass.  I relaxed my pelvis so that my ass would just receive the pummelling that Mike was giving me as he used both his hands to yank me into his hard groin.  Each yank igniting a yell of pleasure from both of us.

Rob got up from underneath us and the two of them must have made some silent words because Mike pulled out and Rob now climbed back on top of me.  My ass was now so wet and hungry for more cock that despite the fact that Rob’s cock was bigger and thicker I simply welcomed the intrusion with a sigh.  Mike laid down beside me, jerking himself off and watching us fuck and then he started talking me to me again.

“He’s getting close,” Mike reported to me.  “He’s closing his eyes and making funny faces, so he is getting close.  Can you feel him shoot in you now?” Mike continued to ask as he jerked his cock faster in tune to our fucking motion.

I shook my head to indicate a no.

“He looks like he is breeding you, his mouth is wide open,” Mike kept narrating the scene behind me.  

My ass felt like putty and I was on sensory overload that I could feel Rob as he squished in and out my hole.  He was rock hard which meant he really was also getting close.  I was already on the edge as I was also quietly jerking myself underneath the pillows and towels, resisting the urge to come.  Then the fucking became too delicious that there was no holding back.  My hand clamped on my own dick and I squirted my cock juice out as I moaned into the pillow.  Rob felt my hole quiver open and close as I ejaculated and he rode me for a while, until he couldn’t take anymore and decided to let go.

Rob suddenly pulled out and gasped as he jerked his now sensitive cock head and released his orgasm on my back side.  I felt hot ropes of sperm him my shoulder blades then land on my buttocks and cheeks.

“Fuck yeah, he’s spraying your ass bro,” Mike kept the narrative on.

Rob gathered his seed and started wiping it on the nearby towel.  This caused Mike to stand up and stop him.

“No, don’t waste your cum, I can use it as lube to fuck him,” said Mike.

“What?  No man, that’s not very safe,” said an exhausted and now remorseful Rob.  He was still playing the safe sex fanatic despite having stuck his raw dick up me all night.

Puzzled by this sudden change but clearly needing to come, Mike scooped up some of Rob’s seed on my back and used it as lube to furiously beat off his dick.

“Kiss me,” he commanded me, but I was so spent that all I could do is face him and let him suck on my lips as he masturbated.  With a low groan, Mike released his own sponge on his chest and with a loud “Yeaaaah” the race to the finish line was finally over.

Exhausted, we all dozed off and laid there on the bed until the sun finally came up.  They left together around 8 am and I slept a bit more until it was time to check out and hand the key back to reception by 11 am but not before I deleted all text messages from my phone, not just from these three guys from last night but from everyone, until my inbox was empty.  I was still paranoid someone was watching or waiting for me to come out. 

The morning sun was blazing high on the the sky as I drove outside of “Motel Ordeal.” The traffic was now normal again so my fears sort of left me and my brain went back to normal after an all night debauchery.  I shook my head, vowing never to do that again.

Well at least until the next temptation comes up, whenever that is.  Wink, wink!