The Lair

Then there was the Bear’s Lair. Up in the North End, in a former small manufacturing plant. Hartford can be a boring place. Here was an attempt to create a space for men (and women) to meet to play. It was so short-lived. But there was one incredible time there. Another one of those times that told me who I had become and would be.

One of the men I had met on Craigslist suggested we meet there to play. I looked at my schedule. We found a date, a Thursday afternoon around 2. We did not expect there to be much action at that time of day. But it would be enough for us play there. I had to go to places where I could express my sexuality in the public.

I met him inside. You went through two rooms after the “office” where I paid my $10 daily “membership.” Finally you got to two large rooms. Each room had a bunch of sofas and chairs. There were rugs on the floor. Simple. Very simple. The lighting was low enough it took a bit to make the adjustment. I knew enough to start by stripping. I had brought a carry bag for my clothes, my lube, my poppers, my cock ring, and my mask.  Fuck it was so good just being nude. And I was not alone.

In a cage-like structure there was a nude woman. Not my interest. But cool to see.

In the second room was my buddy. Nude. Stroking. I made a bee line to his cock. Then I saw two men in business suits on the sofa – there, at least – to watch. I took a popper hit – fuck, I wanted that cock and I wanted them to see I was a pig. A his cock felt so good. I enjoyed having his cockhead on my lips, circling it with my tongue, licking the underside… “Bob, I have to fuck you…” “Yes.” He turned me around and starting to bareback my hole. I love feeling hod going balls deep. Over and over again. I locked eyes with each man. Mouth open. So wanting their cocks. They sat there. Just looking. That was OK, I had a cock in hole, pumping cum in my hole. “Shit, Bob. I bred you.” “Yes, Phil. Now fist that load in.”

I stayed on my knees, turning my hole toward Phil. I got out the extra lube. Got out the gas mask. Charged it up. Put it on. “Now take that cunt Phil.” Through the eye holes in the mask I could see the men do a double take. I bet they had not expected to see a fisting, maybe not even bareback.”

“Open my hole. Push that load deep into me. Fist me.”

Phil lubed me up. And has he usually did he started with a coned hand. Probing, pushing, opening me up. “Take it pig!” I did. “Damn: said one of the guys on the sofa. “Damn. That pig has a fist on his ass.” I did. And Phil wasted no time working up a pace, finally after about five minutes, starting to punch his way in with his clenched fist. “Fuck, Phil. Fuck…” Five minutes with the mask on.

 I took the mask off to catch my breath. I sat back on my knees. Sweat running down my naked body. Phil standing there. Then I saw that a young Hispanic guy had come in the room. He was hot. Smooth body. Naked. Nice looking cock – not really big, just delicious. He was looking at me. I looked back. “Take my hole, please.” “May I? May I fist you, then fuck, and breed you?”

“Yes.”

“Raw?”

“Yes.”

I got back on all fours. I felt his hands caress my ass. He kissed it. It must be a young pig because he spread ny ass and began to tongue my hole. “Yes, yes.” Was what I heard him say. “Sweet.” Then the first two fingers, the three, then four, then his clenched fist began a gentle punching, then not so gentle, then punched in and out. Heavenly. I charged up the mask so I could get into a popper trance. So incredible.

“More, my new friend?” “Yes, please. Don’t stop.” “First to fuck you, get my seed in you, baby.” “Yes!” Then my fists, and maybe you would like to dance on my fists with my other friend, Mr. T?” “The Black TV star?” “Not quite. Better.” “Yes, yes.” The poppers were speaking. I was speaking. Lust was speaking. And the men on the sofa were just looking. Could they believe their eyes? Could I believe mine. To have a total stranger in a strange place fuck and fist me and maybe, just maybe give me a boost I had experienced only once before in a hotel room in Hartford, my host a banker from Chicago in town for business and fucking and fisting any ass he could manage when not wearing his banker disguise. “yes, yes…” And then I felt his cock thrust into my loose pussy. “Yes. Fuck me, fuck me, right in front of these men, show them how you plant your seed in my cunt… then punch it in. Show them what a pig I am. I want your fucking seed, get your babies, take your DNA in my cunt.”

What a fucking. Intense, strong, wild, with abandon. Two sweating pigs joined as one. Then a brief stop and his whole body spasmed and flood my hole with his sweet juice. How many ejaculations? A lot. A brief time when he collapsed on me, his cock slowly losing its hardness, slipping out, followed by a stream of wetness.

The mask had been off. “Put it on pig,” he said in a soft voice. “You have my seed. Now let me get it deeper in you, absorbed by your pussy walls, whatever is in my cum made part of you.” “Fuck, YES! TAKE MY CUNT DADDY.”

“Fuck, your hole is loose baby. Loose. Full of cum. Fuck. I’m going to punch my way in, pig. No warm up for a warmed up pussy. Get that mask on. Breathe, pig”

I did. Five deep breathes. I got up on all fours and pulled my ass cheeks apart. Then, a brief touch of the clenched fist on my hole. Then a strong, fast punch bursting through, making my hole explode with some pain abut such incredible pleasure. For the next many minutes a continuous volley of punches.

He changed hands. Left, right, left, right. Intense and so wonderful. “Fuck, your hole is incredible pig. For an older guy… shit, you can take it. Take it! Now both.” Fuck yes.” I was in another popper haze. Then both fists together wrecked my cunt. Two fists in, turning, churning, thrusting in my ruined hole. It felt like there was no resistance. Just hands going in an out. “Oh baby, you are rosebudding out, prolapsing. I have never seen that.” “Fuck my prolapse!!!” He did. But he could not keep his hands out of my ass.

“Get on your feet and squat. I want to see that ass explode out baby. Then I want you to squat over my face so I can taste that pussy. Do it.” I did. I could feel my insides prolapse out. Than his tongue and lips. Is there any doubt as to why I have become a homosexual? A fisting bottom?

“Rest for just a few. One more thing for that ass.” While resting, mask off, finally one of the men on the sofa came over and offered me his cock, jerking off in my mouth.

And Phil was not just watching. He jerked off a load on my rosebud. He got the other man on the sofa to strip. “Get into that hole!” And he somehow freed the woman in the cage. So all told there were now five nude people waiting to take the next step. Shit. I was exhausted, but hungry, waiting… I reached back to feel my hole – a sloppy mess, slippery with lube and cum.

The wait was not too long, just long enough to work down from the popper haze. “Get ready, pig,” my new best friend said. “Get ready for what is coming up your ass, and it won’t be just fingers… get ready for a different dance, pig.”

I heard Phil ask, “I that too much?”

“Not for this pig. Now re-charge that mask and have it ready.”

I heard Phil ask, “ what is that on your fingers? Will I hurt? His cunt is so inflamed…”

“It will really get inflamed now.” And he plunged his open palm in and rotated it my loose hole. I knew he was coating the walls of my cunt. He did not have to tell me what it was, it was not immediate, maybe 2 minutes, time spend sucking cock, and getting my hole worked with fingers… maybe three… then as he began to feel the effects he wanted to feel, and I began to feel a kind of tsunami of lust.

 His order, “MASK ON!” Fuck I felt my whole body become a cunt, I felt what I knew was my cunt just open to feel it not taking, but swallowing his fists. His hands seemed to dance in my hole, clenching and unclenching. He pulled out and I could feel him put a hand back in, this time holding his cock. He pulled out, and one after the other the other men fucked me, fisted me. I was in heaven. Then I knew it was the woman double fisting me. She knew how to go deep. How deep had she gone? “Fuck, Bob, she is past he elbow. Now ride that arm pig.” Could it get better. How long had this been going on? Long enough to get a second treatment, and second charged mask, and an incredible second round of fucking and fisting, another man doing what he had seen done, putting his pen hand in my hole under his cock, then jerking off in my me. Shit. I loved this.

“Squat pig!” I need help getting up. And help to stay upright.

“Push that hole pig. Push it hard.” I felt his upraised fist under my hole. I felt my prolapse engulf is hand. How can I be so loose. I was. He fisted I back. I pushed it out.

Damn. And all the while I felt, but did not focus on the fact the men when not fucking or fisting me were cumming on me as much as the could.

Then it had to stop. But why? Why? I did not want it to. But it had to. I did have to get home.

I stumbled out to my car, barely dressed, cum and lube running out of my wrecked hole. I drove with such care so as not to get stopped on the way home. I got some strong coffee. Headed up to the shower. Squatting over a small mirror. My hole just bloomed out. Then...