Adventures in My Bareback Playroom

For the past 15 years, since I fully accepted my being a bareback, pig, I have had a playroom in my cellar. A bareback playroom. I carved it out of a “room” I had made to serve as the “stacks” for my library overflow. The “stacks” preceded my discovery that I was a faggot. That’s OK because the “stacks” create a great space to play, with an intellectual feel, and one that the wife has never recognized as a gay sex play area. The only permanent evidence is a triple set of big eyehooks for the sling. The sling, the rim seat, my dildos, lubes, poppers, popper mask, leather “clothes”, paddles, flogger, all stored in a safe place – easy to get to, but to a place anyone else would think of going. Fifteen minutes to set up. Fifteen minutes to take down. Not perfect, no bathroom/shower in the cellar in this house – a house I used to own would have been perfect for this, but not having that house is another story, and in the days before becoming a gay pig in my free time… though that house would have been perfect if I had been able to keep it after the divorce, and if I had known then what I know now… another story.

My bareback playroom is here. It is what it is. It is a retreat. A place of lust and fulfillment. Not used often enough.  But used.

So many. Too few. But memorable encounters with other men.

So “vanilla” fucking in the sling. Sessions of cock, cum. Being in the blissful range where our minds and bodies become one in themselves and with each other – united by cock and hole, two men lost in their sex. “Vanilla”? But then vanilla is the favorite, basic flavor.

And cock sucking – the joy of that. Solo your knees. Or with the man who will fuck you taking time to use your mouth standing at the head of the sling, your head hanging down, taking cock. Superb. Then getting fucked. Ending with his return to the head of the sling, pulling you down so your head is again hanging down, and you go ass-to-mouth for the treasure that is that mixture of his cum and your ass juices. Ending with a kiss. Deep.

The sling is a favorite to be sure. How rare the feeling of hanging there. Not quite weightless, but with a feeling of extraordinary lightness.

Then, then there was that time not long ago when a dear fisting buddy – Yoshi – now a frequent lover, came over to play. Hot, Japanese, kinky, a total top. Someone I would marry. His name is Yoshi. He has been coming over now for the last year. He has fucked and fisted me maybe 100 times. This is a story of are recent encounter in the Bareback Playroom.

Yoshi

Like so many cellars, mine has extra furniture in it, especially extra chairs. They can come in handy for ass play.

So, last Friday, Yoshi comes over, comes down to the play room. He knows the drill. No formalities. WE love raw, gay sex. We strip. We kiss. We touch. I suck his cook, my hands run over his hot, smooth body. He returns the favor. His mouth is hot on my cock. He knows how much I enjoy it when he teases my cockhead with his tongue, and how much I love his hands on my ass, a finger or two or three playing with my anus.

“Take me, Yoshi.”

“Yes, Bob. You know I will.”

He stops.

“First, I have to arrange the furniture. I know how I want to approach that sweet cunt of yours, of mine. You get the lube and poppers ready.”

He did. I did. Two chairs were set with a space between them.

“Hang your ass between the chairs.”

I did. Each leg bent over a chair. My ass in mid-air. Exposed. Ready. He started out by positioning himself underneath my hanging ass so he got rim my hole. He likes to start with rimming, getting my juices going before he adds lube, if he does.  I do like when he rims me and then just busts his cock through my rings.

“Damn that is sweet.”

I could feel him use his fingers to play with my ass lips, circle my hole, hold my ass lips apart so he could get us much of his tongue in me as he could. He held me firmly to the chairs with his arms. Damn. He had me in a firm grip. But then, I did not want to go anywhere. It was Yoshi who gotten me into being eaten… I have returned the favor with him straddling my head so my mouth was held as a kind of captive… willing.

Today… so good. But he broke off.

“Bob, I love your ass, your hole. I want it.”

“Yoshi, I love you. And my ass, all of me, is yours. No limits, baby.”

“I know Bob.”

He knelt behind me. His hands were on my ass. Caressing. Touching, lightly, then with strength. But his goal was to have me sit there for a while he touched me, to have gravity do some of the work. His fingers lubed me, probing, patting my opening. I love to sit this way. Sometimes I will do what we are doing solo, maybe with a CBD Boof in my hole. And gravity was pushing me down, pushing me open, letting me feel my hole. Sometimes pushing to encourage my hole to open and to bloom. I love the beginning my cunt’s journey to being open. I know, and Yoshi has helped, what I want that cunt to be – prolapsing 2, 3 inches – blooming out, a total faggot hole. It is what I wanted. It is what Yoshi wanted. It was a lot of other men who had used my hole recently wanted. Maybe a big prolapsing hole was the flavor of the day in porn. If it was, I was helping other men and myself to make what seemed a fantasy on video a reality in their lives and mine. And isn’t that what a being a bottom pig is really all about? At least in part?

I could feel my much-fisted ass lips parting. Sitting. He stood behind me. I felt his cock on my back. He leaned over to kiss me. I pulled my head back to take his tongue. To give him mine. As he kissed me, he twisted my hungry nipples. Those wonderful shoots of pain swept through me.

“More, Yoshi. More.”

“Yes, baby.”

We had our popper gas masks ready. And the canister that allowed two masks to be connected together.

Yoshi paused to put the gas mask over my head. He charged the paper towel in the canister with generous amount of Amsterdam – a favorite of his and mind. He attached the canister to the gas mask he had put on and to the one I was wearing – our buddy masks. We breathed together, bring our breathing into harmony. We lobed to breathe together, be in the zone together, to be like one animal with two sets of lungs.

The rush for me – my hole, my hole feeling the power.

The rush for him – he got on his knees behind me, positioning one of his clenched fists on the opening to my rosebud.

We had been fucking and fisting for a year months. Yoshi had taken my hole from a one that need a bit of work to open for him or anyone else to one that opened at his command, almost at the first punch of his clenched fist. Not quite. But it did not take too many touches of his small, clenched fist on my hungry ass lips for my cunt to open for him, for my lips to kiss him into me, for me to feel his whole, wonderful hand pass into my guts. And over a session, not just one…

“Ah. Yoshi, Baby. I love you.”

“I love you.”

“I want you.”

“You are going to get me.”

“This never gets old.”

“No, it does not.”

“just take me, wreck me, love me…”

Then that amazing feeling of a fist slipping in a hungry hole. The stretch – even when you are as loose as Yoshi has made me – the intense thrill of the nerves in your anus responding to the pressure, the touching, the caress, the always somehow new feeling – think of what you feel when a cock enters you, only intensified, that feeling on steroids. No wonder being fisted is addictive. I cannot get enough. I want it every day, sometimes multiple times each day, no mater what it does to my anus. Sex, sex, sex.

And Yoshi has told me that feel of his hand going in is almost too much for him to bear. He cannot get enough of working a man’s hole open, now, my hole. The amazing warmth of a rectum, or a man’s guts. When being still, feeling the heartbeat of the man you are in. Closer than even when fucking. As close as two men can get. Closer than the tightest hug.

I am in love.

“Bob. When we fist I can see your hole respond. When I fuck you, I cannot. I want to be your husband, to fuck and fist you everyday. To see your pussy. But we will focus on today.”

“Yes, Lover. Today.”

Today. His clenched fist. My cunt. In my cunt. Punching. Punching. Punching. I am on fire. The poppers are moving each of us to a higher level of lust and desire. We are dizzy with desire. Punching.

We are breathing deeply. I love the popper high. I love how it makes so hungry, so active, a power bottom. A pig. I remember the first time I sucked a cock and huffed a popper. Damn if I did not find myself willing to take it deeper, to so want to get the load to swallow, make part of me. I want Yoshi’s fist part of me. And he wants it part of me…

“Fuck, baby, your hole. I have to double you. Let’s get up from the chair and on your knees. I need a totally open path to your cunt.”

I got up, little woobly. I went right to my knees. Ready. I was focused on being his gaping pussy.

While I was doing that Yoshi recharged the canister. I wanted that. He wanted that. We wanted to all but out of control.

Masks back on, he began to double punch fuck my cunt. I could sense him bringing his hands together, pulling them back, plunging in.

“Damn, lover, how your cunt opens now for me, how your lips seem to quiver in desire. Your anus is just wide open. Gaping when I pull out. Not wanting to close.”

“I want it open for you.”

I could feel his doubled hands slide in me. That thrill of sensation. Enhanced by the poppers. I began a rhythm that got my pushing back to match is pushing forward.

20, 40, 40 punches. In, out, ecstasy. Why I love Yoshi and fisting and being gay now – what a sexual wasteland the heterosexual years were!

The poppers were doing their magic, I felt my whole body and mind focused on my hole. I could see it in mind’s eye. I could see it pulsing with each thrust. Opening, closing. Closing less and less each time, until it seemed to be only open, opening more. Like an all-seeing, red opening, then dark with the fists, the red, pulsing, in a frenzy. I was in frenzy of sexual release.

“Baby, I love what I am seeing. Your wide, open, red pussy. Shit push it out baby. Push it out. Push.”

I did.

“More. Push. Push it out for your Yoshi.”

I did. Pushing hard, hard. Feeling my hole give in and give out. Prolapsing.

“Damn, damn, damn, it is blooming out so much, so damn much.”

I felt his hands circle my blooming rose.

“Fuck, baby. It is incredible. Damn. I love it. I love you. I have to fuck it.”

He did. His cock going into the hole at the end of my blooming rosebud. I felt him cupping my red fuck sock. Fucking it.

“I can feel my cock fucking you, baby. Too hot, too wonderful. So fucking kinky.”

“Fuck me.”

He did. Adding the pressure of his cupping hands, I felt him start to spasm as he started to cum in me prolapsed pussy. We had not done that before. With a final thrust he pushed my wrecked, prolapsed pussy back into my body. He stayed in me, lay on me, biting my neck, finally going soft. I felt his limp cock slip out. My hole so loose, so wet.

“Let me get on back, baby. I want you to sit on face. Bath me in my cum and juices.”

I did. It felt so good to give Yoshi what we wanted. And I loved this position. With him able to probe my just fisted hole with his lips and tongue, to feel him drinking me in. He had his hands positioned so he could pull my ass lips wide, and also probe my pussy. His fingers competed with his tongue. It isso incredible to feel your hole being manipulated by a lover who wants you, all your wetness, to taste you and his own juices mixed in that special juice of our love.

And I knew that our next move would be for me turn around, and we would lie side by side and kiss, and kiss, our faces becoming wet with our juices.

“I love you, baby,” cooed Yoshi.

“Fuck, I love you.”

As we lay there together, he found a way to slip his reengorged cock into my hungry pussy. We kissed and he gently fucked me. My loose hole home to his hard cock. A loose pussy like mine has become makes manfucking so much easier. Our bodies come together easily, fully, even without lube, but lubed like I was, Yoshi’s cock found the ready welcome I always wanted to give him (and his friends when he brought them over to enjoy my pussy. How much had Yoshi moved me along the path to being a total gay pig.

He finally stopped the gentle fucking. Turned me on my back. And then began to pound my ass.

“I want to cum in you again, baby. I want you to have my seed.”

“Breed me, Yoshi. I want your cum.”

Damn he pounded me. I could feel his cock working my loose hole. Finally, he pushed his hand in under his cock. His cock and his hand in my hole. So loose. Loose enough for him to hold his cock in my ass.

“I love you.”

“I love you. Your cunt is mine. I am jerking my cock in your cunt. Your hole is wide. Here it comes.”

He again spasmed in me.

“Breed me, lover.”

“Fuck… I am.”

He was. He pulled out his hand and gave it to me to clean with my mouth. Some of his sweet cum was in his palm. He had saved some for me to eat. He knew how much I loved to eat cum. Then his cock. Then we kissed.

And to think I was once a hetero man, once thinking about young, nubile women, once satisfied with the occasional, conjugal fuck. Now always hungry for me love, Yoshi, for men.