I have been having rather a dire time recently, mainly because I have family suddenly - and unexpectedly - occupying my house and curtailing 99% of my activities one way or another.

However the other day I had a whole afternoon and evening to myself - bliss.  Unfortunately this oasis only appeared at the last minute so there wasn't time to fix up a really satisfying orgy to keep me going for a while.  When the car had disappeared, and the front door was locked and I could nearly feel the silence and stillness in the house, I went to my computer and logged into a chatroom to see what was available - if anything.  A first glance through those online did nothing to encourage me, and I was writing some emails, when I noticed that I was being contacted from the chatroom.  So I looked up the profile, and any thoughts of a wild time disappeared.  He was only nineteen, and frankly I have been disappointed too many times by twinks to get excited.  I did reply, and pointed out that I was quite a buit older than him, and was a complete bottom, and wasn't really into vanilla !  Oh dear - had to explain what vanilla meant.  My depression was beginning to set in, and I felt my rather bland emails calling me.  But no - he persisted.  He was into kinks (he said) - was a bit of a pig really (he said), and liked to fuck long and deep and hard,(he said) and yes, loved playing with toys. Well, to cut a long story short, I was so frustrated I agreed to meet him in a couple of hours.  Needless to say he couldn't accommodate, and was a few miles away.  So having prepared the room and myself, I went off to find this aspiring top.  Rather to my surprise he was where he said he would be, and I had arrived a few minutes early.  He wasn't a modern adonis, but hell, beggars/buggers can't be chosers, especially when their opportunities are as limited as mine.

So we came back here, and set to.  I can't say it was the most memorable time I have ever had.  I find having to virtually tutor a so-called twink-top can be rather a turn-off.  But he did use an assortment of dildos, he did paddle and cane my butt, and he did give me a good fucking, and it was deep (well as deep as his 8 inches could manage).  He sorted my thoat out and oozed a quantity of pre-cum that really got my taste-buds going, and whilst he didn't take all that long, at least it was some forty minutes before he filled by butt with what felt like a reasonable load.  Unfortunately he didn't seem to be into a second round, and I decided it would be better to take him home.

I had on my leather jock, so just wiped my slightly oozing arsehole (a lovely feeling after all this time) pulled on a t-shirt and jogging trousers, and drove him back to where we had met.  I dropped him, and would have had to go on about half a mile to a roundabout to come back, when I had a sudden thought, and set off through the town, onto a neighbouring main road, and drove seven or so miles north to where I knew there was a cruising place.  It is around a rest stop, and it was now about seven in the evening.  In the past I have had some good times there, but frankly there have been many, many more fruitless visits. 

 I was soon there and knew I would have to go into the Gents to clean up again or there would be a rather wet patch showing.  There were unfortunately no lorries there - a bad sign - and a new cafe had been built close to the toilet block which didn't cheer me.  One of the great advantages of the place had been that you could see out and had plenty of warning of anyone approaching.  That view was now no more.  Anyway needs must, and I went into the Gents, and to my surprise there was a guy there already - I hadn't noticed his car - standing pretending to be having a piss, a silent one !  I flashed him, and grinned, and he turned a very nice thick eight inches plus, as I flaunted my leather jock, and showed him my butt.  He showed that he was very interested, but we both heard steps approaching, so I went into a cubicle to clean up a bit.

Over the next two or three minutes a number of people came and went, and eventually a foot came under the door, and I went out.  I was surprised that though the first chap was still there - it had been his foot - there was another bloke there too.  I also knew that the other cubicle (no glory hole) was occupied.  Anyway they seemed to think it was OK, and I pulled my jogging pants down, as I bent and went down on the first chap's very tasty cock.  It was a beauty and was already dripping pre-cum, I was about to really deep-throat him, when the other chap came over and I was made to change cocks.  The second one was thinner but a little bit longer with very large balls.  The first one played with my butt, and then realised it was covered in weals, he really began to explore, and his fingers went straight into my dripping mancunt.  He got really excited, and without anymore ado, he plunged right up, and started to really fuck me.  It was great.  This chap knew what he was about and really enjoyed himself, and the other one got really into it, and was giving my throat a right rogering.

Then the door into the cubicle opened and another bloke walked out with a really great cock, lots of veins down it, and a huge pair of balls.  He watched and wanked, and eventually the chap fucking me came.  He was still, and locked for some time before he got his breath, and slowly withdrew.  As he came out, the new bloke took his place.  He was soon deep inside and really stretching me which was fun.  The first chap seemed to be playing with my fucker's butt as he cleaned himself up, whilst the second one was really fucking my throat.  Unfortunately we were all aware that we weren't in the safest place, and the bloke fucking me speeded up, and soon he was breeding me, and I could feel the spunk dribbling down my balls as it back-flowed and he withdrew.  The chap in my mouth nipped around and was soon thrusting, whilst I licked the second one clean.

Soon the third cock was pulsing into me, and the chap was leaning over my back.  He whispered in my ear...Want an enema.  I groaned, and a minute later I felt his warm piss in me.  The first two waved and left, and as soon as my butt was free, I staggered back into the cubicle and dropped the lot, and a few strokes later let rip a fountain of spunk that seemed never to end.

I made myway home soon after with a butt full of tissue, and a smile on my face, and a warmth about me that I hadn't felt in months !

Life is being a bit of bugger (I wish !) at the moment...one of my sisters has broken up with her husband, and the result has been an emotionally exhausted sister, and her two teenage daughters camping out (taking over) my home !  This has been going on for some months, and is likely to be the status quo well into next year unfortunately.

The result is that my wings have been clipped greatly, all the dildos, leather, canes etc. are stored away far from the eyes of the 'innocent' !  (I have a feeling the 'innocent' one is my sister rather than the girls....!)  Anyway I have been unable to accommodate any passing, or regular 'friends', and very seldom have I managed to escape the emotional tension.  So Imagine my delight when I discovered that a friend of my sister's had invited them all to spend Sunday with them !!!!

My imagination went into overdrive, and the douche came out of the furthest reaches and became more readily available.  A middle sized dildo found its way into me shirt drawer, and my long neglected anus got a little discreet preparation.

Sunday breakfast proved to be somewhat tense from my point of view....Would they ever finish their toast and GO !  Eventually they did, and I was upstairs, knickers off, douching for all I was worth in seconds.  I had had a suppository in all night, and had some suitable clothes ready and waiting.  I had decided, the weather being crap (gales and driving rain) the only hope was a sauna some forty miles away.  I got there without being blown off the road (just) and nearly ran from the car park to the door.

It is difficult to describe the sheer joy of being once again naked and in my own element, with people with naked skin and cocks and balls all round me, and all after one thing.  I think I smiled properly for the first time in months !

I showered, wandered across to the video room - the video was still going through its initial scenes and FBI warnings etc, but I had seen it anyway, and as I turned to move into the corridor to see if there was anyone in a cubicle I was grabbed by the arm and lead to the largest cubicle where there is a larger bench.  Get up there, I want your arse !  Oh music to my ears, and I was there with my butt pushing towards him in seconds.  As swiftly I felt a tongue start to give me a really brilliant rimming.  I was groaning and moaning and shoving myself back onto his face as much as I could and he seemed to be trying to get his whole head in me.  Two or three others came in whilst we were at it, and I had a few cocks right down to open my tonsils up - they needed it.  It was too early in the session to expect much if any cum, but the taste was sublime.

Eventually I turned to my rimmer and asked him if he was into fucking me senseless.  Oh yeah - he groaned, and mounted me instantly.  Not a huge cock, but hell, it was a cock and it certainly average plus, and it really scratched a few itches as he plunged straight in to the hilt.  After a while though he stopped, and said that he didn't want to cum yet, and we would meet up later.

Hell, I have been there before and these cocks always seem to evaporate, but at least I had had a starter !  Never mind I was now well charged and on the hunt.  I peered into the sauna and the steam room, but there seemed to be little action, so I went downstairs to the jecuzzi.  There were a couple making out in one end and another chap looking frankly bored with the whole performance at the other end.  I joined him, and we chatted a while.  It was obvious that the couple were exactly that, and frankly not even titillating.  Soon I left and went behind the bath where there is a sling, and needless to say no one else there.  Never mind, I sat down for a few minutes and the chap who had been rimming me came in.  In seconds I was in the sling and he was fixing my feet into the styrups, and we were away.  It was great to be there and to be being well and truly fucked.  Another bloke came in and took his turn up my arse, whilst he was rimmed by the first chap.  This was a large cock and was quite a lot thicker.  He also had a bottle of poppers and soon I was floating and being rammed from here to eternity.  I was in pig heaven when suddenly he shoved everything forward and I was lifted nearly to the ceiling as he filled my insides with first cum for months !  Bliss.

Slowly he brought be back to a horizontal position and asked if I was happy !  Oh yes !  How much of a pig are you ? he asked.  Why ? I smiled.  Want an enema.  Oh yeah !  Within a couple of minutes he was pissing right up in me and I was happily swelling.  When he had finished he pulled out, and I clamped down, whilst the first chap helped me out of the sling and I made my way to the nearby wc and emptied out.  Much as the other chap wanted it, there wasn't really anywhere to comfortably achieve it.

So we left, and I went up to the shower, and went and sat in front of the video for just a couple of minues, before going to a cubicle and lying down.  Soon there were hands all over me, and a mouth started to work my cock.  But after a while I retreated, and went up the corridor to a glory hole position, and serviced half a dozen cocks of various sizes.  Some cum but mainly just piston work. Paradise for the frustrated.

Anyway I thought it was time to make the rounds again, and met up with the first chap again.  We started to chat and it eventually came out that we had met before on the beach back in the summer (can you remember that long ago !) and - he claimed - he had lost my number.  He also stated that his partner was round somewhere who liked the same things as we did !  Anyway after a while I made myself back down the stairs towards the jacuzzi and the sling room, and suddenly, I am not sure how, slipped on a step.  Shit !  That hurt.....but I wandered on and found that there was a chap sitting playing with himself near the sling.  I went and felt him up, and he stood and pointed to the sling.  My ankle was hellish but the sling looked like more bliss, and I was on it with his help as swiftly as I could manage.  Three fingers were soon twisting and turning and I really thought he was going to fist me, but no - he stood and pushed a good long and very thick prick right up me.  I discovered later it was over nine inches and it was sheer bliss.  He really took his time, and would give way to no one.  I am not sure how long he used me, but it was sheer bliss, and I was far away, opening myself up as much as I could and receiving everything he threw at me.  Whilst he was really deep, he informed me that he was the partner of the first chap and had been waiting for me !  Well, from my point of view I am glad I didn't miss him.  Eventually he started a great power thrusting session, and after a while he came too.  As he withdrew another mouth was on my open hole slurping up all the spunk that I could feel running out of me.  Needless to say it was the first guy. 

Anyway when they had finished they left me, still in the sling, with another bloke cominginto the area.  Not very old I thought this is a twink who won't know what to do, and thought I would get him to help me out of the sling - my ankle was beginning to impinge over my euphoria.  He came across, felt my oozing boycunt and asked me if I took a fist.  Hmmmm !  He moved away, got a lot of lube and poured some in me, and a lot on his hand, and was soon twisting his hand very efficiently into me.  It seemed only moments before I pushed down, and his wrist was well into me.  This was followed by a really good and for once satisfactory fisting, with him getting through the second sphincter and was up to his elbow inside me.

All things come to an end, and when he had removed his arm he summarily fucked me, and helped me off the sling.  Shit !  My ankle hurt like hell.  I thanked him, and staggered back to the shower, cleaned up, and made my way back to the changing area.

It had taken me five minutes to walk from the car to the sauna.....it took twenty minutes to return.  Anyway I got to the car, and the weather had improved and I made my way home, and got there half an hour before the invaders returned.  Told them that I had slipped on the curb and done my ankle in.  Lots of sympathy for a while, but I noticed it soon evaporated, and we were back to normal !

Oh well - Happy Christmas, and perhaps the New Year will be deeply satisfying !

PS I have heard from the couple and they promise to rescue me for a session at ther place in the New Year !  Bliss !

For once the rain had stopped, and I decided I would go out - didn't care really where - just OUT !

Anyway after driving around a while, and going for a walk overlooking the sea, I was making my way home, and came to one of my occasionally lucky cruising areas.  Basically it is a pair of cottages with picnic areas around, and hard standing areas for cars and lorries, on either side of a dual carriageway.

I drove into one and there were a couple of lorries, all curtained off, dark and obviously asleep.  Lower down though there were three cars and another large truck.  A chap, obviously from one of the cars, was standing chatting to the lorry driver through the passengers side door; whilst both the other cars were empty, but there was a rather cute bloke walking away from them, and whilst I was parking he walked into the disabled toilet.  Nothing disabled about him though !

Anyway I stopped, wandered into the cottage, and discovered it was empty.  By the time I got back to my car the bloke was in the lorry with the driver and they were curtaining up ! Where the missing car driver was I could only guess ! The rest of the place was deserted, so I decided to go across to the other side of the road.

Here it was not much better, in fact worse, as the only cars - two again - were occupied by chaps I have met in the past and they are not interested at all in what I am interested in !  Mainly watchers, and one is very much into TVs and lingerie which is certainly not my scene.  I went to the furthest point and parked, poured myself a coffee, and decided I would soon be on the way home.  Can't win them all.

Before my coffee was finished a large blue van came and parked beside me.  The driver was really rather good looking in a rugged sort of way.  Shaved head, goatee, and seemed to have a good pair of shoulders on him.  Soon he had got himself comfortable, looked across at me, and grinned, and began moving his arm in a way which implied he was wanking himself silly.  I opened my car door, and showed him myself, with my shorts off, and my cock in my hand.  He grinned, opened his door and moved across with his legs over the side, and I nearly blew my load !  He had a gorgeous thick, long cock, hairy legs, and joy of joys a really chunky PA ! 

I was out of the car and across the car-width between us in seconds, and his PA was tickling my tonsils.  I reached up and grabbed the two rings that were hanging from his tits, and was in heaven.  After a few minutes of really going to town on this, he grabbed me by my ears, almost lifted me from the ground, drove his tongue down into my gullet, and was seemingly trying to tear my cock and balls off me.

Eventually he let go, and demanded what a slut like me was after.  I assured him that anything he wanted was his for the taking, but that I wasn't into scat or permanent marking Sir !He smiled and told me to get into the back of the van.  I nipped back to my car, grabbed a leather paddle, a riding crop and a bottle of poppers, and my shorts, and went to where he had opened the rear doors and jumped in.  I had expected to find it half full of clobber, but it was virtually empty.

In a very short length of time I was naked on my knees with the PA mashing my tonsils and groaning like the bitch in heat I was.  Suddenly he withdrew and said, I stopped here for a piss, and I want one.  Where shall I put it.  Bend over slut.

Thank goodness I had greased up before I left home, for again in seconds that huge member was forcing itself into my guts.  When he was sure he was right in, he stopped and told me to be still.  I could feel it moving gently as I waited for the enema, and then it came !  What a feeling - it seemed like gallons of hot piss entering in and spreading everywhere, and expanding my gut like a balloon.  Eventually it stopped, and I was told that he was withdrawing and I had better not let a single drip get on the van floor.  I was in agony, but when he came out I clamped down as hard as I could, and he opened the back of the van, looked out, and then said, Out and get rid of it. 

I stumbled out, and crouched down beside the vehicle and let it all go.  The relief !  It was almost orgasmic.

I staggered upright and was grabbed, and pulled back into the van.  He closely inspected the floor, and assured me that he could see some drops, and I was going to pay for them.  I grabbed my poppers, and sniffed hard, long and deep, as he bent me over again and I received a bloody good walloping with the leather paddle.  When I thought my butt would split, he laughed, and informed me the next ten were coming from the other side.  The other side is covered in studs !  And did it hurt !  When he finished he plunged his cock right back into my mouth, and spat on my butt and rubbed the gob around it.

For the next twenty minutes or so, I was made to suck and lick his cock, his balls and to rim his very tasty ass; to clean out his pits, and to suckle his pierced nipples, his hands on my ears pressing me and directing me all the time.

Then he said Get those poppers out and get going.  I didn't need to be told twice and I had a bloody good go at them.  He then took the bottle and had a not ungenerous sniff himself.  Assume the position, he ordered, so I bent right over, hands on the floor, and received twelve very hard stripes from the crop.  I had to grab my shorts half way through and stuff them in my mouth to stop myself screaming.  That apparently earned me another half dozen !

He took the poppers and held them under my nose, and assisted me in taking so much that I was really wondering whether I would lose consciousness.  He took a sniff or so himself, and then I felt that great PA at my hole.  A slow firm push and it split me, and in a short while it was right in and my shaved hole was being scratched by his pubes.

I have to admit that this chap really knew how to fuck.  He fucked long and deep, side to side, short strokes, circular strokes, right out and straight back, and so on, grinding every inch deep into me, rubbing every part of my gland, and gut until I was so open that when he withdrew I could feel the air in my hole !  It was great and I loved every minute of it.  He laid me down and did it side ways, he sat me down on it and had me grinding myself down onto it, and eventually he had me on my back and fucked me to completion - breeding me with every sperm he had.

When he had finished, he grinned and said, Thanks, that was great !  All I could do was to smile sheepishly as I got my breath back !  Eventually I got dressed and went back to my car, and he came over and got my phone number, and with a wave was on his way.

I sat there and tried to recover, and decided to wander down to the cottage and to clean up a bit.  A few cars had driven in and out whilst we were at it - but nothing seemed to have changed.  The voyeurs were still alone in their little worlds, so sad.

Anyway I went into the cottage - a very clean one incidentally - and was cleaning up when I heard a car draw up, and the door go.  I had nearly finished, so stood at the trough to see who might be around.  The bloke who came in was the cute chap I had seen an hour or so earlier the other side.  He pulled out a not inconsiderable weapon and flourished it and played with it until it was hard.  I went over and took it and asked him what he wanted, not sure whether I really wanted to be ridden again quite so soon.  A number of cocks in an evening, yes please, many - but I had had a very large PA ravaging away inside.  Time would tell.  However he told me he liked to be fucked - such a pity as his cock was one which any bottom would have surrendered to - Why is it so often the case ?  I grinned and said, so do I.  Then I had a thought.  Do you like being rimmed ?  Love it, he assured me, and pushed down his joggers to reveal a really ace butt.  I ran my fingers down his shaved crack and came to a wickedly juicy hole.  You just been filled, you dirty fucker ?  I asked.  Across the other side ?  He grinned and nodded. So have I - in a van,  I assured him, grinning too !  It seems we've been the lucky ones - he answered.  Want it ? 

I laid down on the floor, and he took one foot out of his joggers and squatted over my face, and I saw this really dribbling hole come down onto my lips.  I licked, sucked and chewed on that hole until he couldn't keep the position taking all I could out of his really well worn hole - then I bent him over and got my tongue right in and he pushed and shoved and heaved until it was tasting as pure as a man's hole ever can.  Then we changed places, and I was spewing cum out onto his mouth and could feel that wonderful sensation of a tongue lapping deep into my sore, open hole as he stole all my hard won gift !

I like your stripes, he said as we got ourselves dressed again.  Good job it was quiet tonight !  We laughed as we left.  The two miseries were still in their cars, still watching, and still, I presume, dreaming.  I went home and dreamed too.  Dreamed of huge PAs and lapping tongues, of hard stripes and dribbling holes.

It was raining again in the morning, so here I am.....!

First the afternoon !

I had heard from an old fuck buddy of mine that he was on a business trip to a town some fifty miles north of me, and would like to meet up for a session.  He had a free afternoon.  So I emailed him that I was ready, willing, eager and greased up !  Anyway, to cut the story down to size, I duly arrived at his motel, and there we had a very good afternoon.  He has a good sized cock which is not over thick and so I am able to deep throat it with mutual satisfaction, and he is a very good top, fucking me deep, hard and above all seeming to take a long time over it.  He also is one of those chaps who produces vast amounts of cum at every orgasm, however many he has. It proved to be a two hour plus session, and I left with my butt really juicy, knowing I had a lot of his little sperms swimming around inside me.

Great as it has been as a session, I was surprised that as I drove towards home, it seemed in retrospect somewhat unsatisfactory.  It was ridiculous, as he had pressed so many buttons, and we had had genuinely a very good time !  Anyway, about half way home I knew that I either had to find somewhere to stop and let many of the little wrigglers out, or to get a handful of tissues down there, or I would be having them escaping into my shorts, and into the car seat.  I remembered that there was a stopping place coming up which was reasonably clean, and sometimes could produce a few moments dalliance with some parked trucker or a cruising traveller.  Anyway I reached it as the light was beginning to fade.  I noted a closed down and deserted lorry parcked a little way away from the cottage, a couple of cars obviously 'together' at another remote corner.  There was a car not far from where I stopped which had a familiar look about it, but frankly I was rather more concerned about the spunk that was creeping down my back passage to think much about it.  Anyway, I grabbed my small pouch with the poppers and lube in it (I mean, does one ever go into a cottage without ?), locked the car and went across to the Gents.  As I went I heard the door of the other car close, and knew that I was being followed in.  By the time I got there I decided I was a trifle curious and somehow the need for immediate attention seemed to have passed for a moment.  So I stood by the trough and waited to see who would come in.

"Thought I recognised that ass" a voice said as he came in, and I turned to see a well built chap in black latex trousers, a black cotton t-shirt and holding a wicked looking Dragon cane. I groaned.  This was a chap who I often meet.  He is a great cp-bloke who for many years was a top administering  very heavy punishment to lots of butts, particuarly on videos !  One day he had been at a cp-club and they had decided to turn the tables on him, and given him a good thrashing - and he hadn't looked back.  There was nothing he liked better than being bent over and caned wherever he was, and by anyone willing to try !

I groaned.  "Great to see you, mate.  But my butt is about to leak more cum than its received in months, and your butt is a long way down the list of my needs at the moment."

"Really ?  Lots of gunge ?"  I agreed.  Lots !  "So you little whore, you've been pimping yourself about again, have you ?"  The tone of his voice had changed, and so had the atmosphere, and his smile had disappeared and he was looking stern.  "Yes...Sir?" I quavered.

"Assume the position," he snapped.  Was this what I was needing, I wondered, as I turned and bent over, holding my knees.  "Over there, slut !" he ordered directing me towards a bank of hand basins, "and get those shorts off.  They were off when you were filled.  Not punishing them."

So I went where he directed, took off my shorts, hoped that the people in the lorry and cars were staying where they were, and awaited nemesis.

He came over and with the point of the cane separated my cheeks, and ran the edge of it down my crack.  He then sniffed it.  "Oh yes, you greased up trollop you are leaking already.  Keep those feet apart."  He moved away, and I felt the cane placed across my butt, and then with a horrendous whisssh, it was searing into me.  I jolted and hung onto the taps for grim death, as the process was repeated.  He is really very good at it, and I knew that the stripes and ridges he was inflicting were accurate and parallel.  After six he stopped, ran his hands over my rump.  "That's warmer !" he smirked, and then put his fingers down to my cunt.  "Oh yes ! Beginning to flow !"  Now he was standing the other side of me, and again I felt him place the cane before administering each of the next six stripes, neatly, accurately, and very hard !

As he finished he told me to stay where I was, and placed the cane along the back of the sink in front of me, and then went to work.  He kneeled down, spread my scalding cheeks, and plunged his mouth down onto my hole, and licked, and sucked; he mined it with his tongue, shoved his fingers in to open up more and to make the flow increase, until he had taken it all - or so it felt.  Every movement of his tongue, his lips, his fingers was bringing me to fresh delights as he rasped my already raw and super-sensitive shute.

Ever the gentleman, he then stood up, and I assumed all was over, but as I hadn't been told to move I continued in my position.  In a moment his thick seven inches was rammed back, and he was filling me up again !  It didn't take long, and I think I am pleased that it didn't as I was really teetering on the hysterical, and still had to drive the rest of the way home.

When he had finished and withdrawn, he just said "Thanks !  That was great.  All of it.  And you have some juice to take home to remind yourself of me !"  He laughed.  "That looks very hot and red.  Want it cooled down ?" With that he let go a great stream of piss across my butt.  It wasn't cold on arrival, but soon the moving air in the place really did cool my skin down a bit, and the smell was intoxicating.  I imagined it steaming off !  "You'd better be off now, before I pimp you out to the rest of the chaps here !" and with that he was gone back to his car.

I got my shorts on, and staggered back to the car.  I carefully sat down, rammed the handful of loo roll I had grabbed from the toilet, and made my way home.  What an afternoon - but in the end I think I got all I needed.

The Evening

It was about a fortnight after the caning (the marks took over ten days to fade away, and then not in bright light!) when a pretty regular fuckbuddy of mine rang me and reminded me that I had promised to take him to the local sauna.  There are two in a neighbouring town, and though he had found one, the other was a trifle more difficult to locate.  Usually the days I am available, and that he is available don't coincide with the days that the sauna is open, but on this occasion it all fell into place, and so we met up and I took him along.  I introduced him to the owner of the place, and we went in.  Frankly, I wasn't really into the place that evening.  It was all a trifle predictable, and the weather had changed and the clientele were all well known to me, and were to a man a trifle jaded.  I knew that when my mate appeared he would be 'fresh meat' and the effect on them would be like a double dose of viagra ! Anyway he is good looking bloke, with a slightly more than average weapon (uncut), loves bb, and is versatile.  The sauna is not really bb happy, and I knew that neither of us was likely to be free of the bloody latex covers.  Anyway, I had warned him beforehand of both those matters, and told him that unless there was something really unusual I was unlikely to stay long, but to stay as long as he wished.  (We had already arranged our next meeting at my place for next week - and I have been promised a particularly Good Time - am looking forward to it as I write !)

As I expected the dreary wander from steam room to cubicles, to Jacuzzi and to lounge etc. contnued.  There was a reasonably good looking chap with lots of tatoos who I went after, but after a couple of slurps of his really rather nice cock, he decided that he didn't want to cum yet.  Why the hell was he allowing me to get myself all interested ?  Oh well.  There was also a young couple who seemed to be only interested in each other.  I get a bit bored of these people flirting with each other in  such places.  What are they trying to prove ?  Anyway neither was my scene, though one of them did have a really very decent looking uncut cock with a large helmet on it, but no one was going to get into that with the young blonde chap who was after him.  I happened to know that the uncut cock worked there, and that he might get off with the blonde much later, but that he would be back to working as a waiter in a few minutes !  My mate seemed to fancy the blonde, but I really can't cope with bottle blondes with partially broken wrists who have also been at the waterproof mascara (and then rubbed it when the chlorine in the water irritated the eyes !)

Anyway, after an hour or so, I decided to cut my losses and go home, so managed to find my mate just coming out from having been fucked by an older chap (with condom), and left him to it.  He seemed determined to go for the aging twink !

I have written before of a road on the way home where lorries are sometimes parked up, so decided to give it a call, and was horrified to discover that the bloody Authorities, had filled it with bloody great bollards so that there was no way lorries could get into it.  There is a large forest around it, so I went off to a place where sometimes there are people cruising, but usually that late they are TVs and they most certainly aren't my scene.  I went for a swift trip into the wood, truly to relieve myself, and saw a chap walking away into the woods who looked OK and followed him.  But before we could really get on with it, another chap appeared from the woods, and he seemed to be far more interested, and so I found myself soon deep throating him, whilst the frst chap was working on his balls.  I has hoped he would have fucked me, but alas we were both after the same thing.  But there was to be no finesse or time taken, and the nice cock, was suddenly dragged out of my gullet, and spunk spewed on my face, over my shoulder and some in my mouth.  I managed to salvage most of it, but by the time I had finished the bloke who had given it up was gone !  The other chap was obviously waiting for more, and not me, so I went back to the car and drove a few hundred yards back along the road, and stopped in a minor car park and started to drink a cup of coffee.  I was the only car there, and soon another car came in and parked a little too far from me to see who was in it.  It wasn't the warmest of evenings, and it was beginning to drizzle, so I decided that I would leave the initiative to him, if any was forthcoming.  As I finished my coffee another car came and parked between us.  This one I recognised as a chap who I fear is a boring old fart, and who never takes no for an answer.  So I shrugged, and set off towards home.  I glanced at the first car as I went past, but couldn't see anything, but was surprised when a few yards up the road I saw him drive out and follow me.  So I went on to another stopping place where there is easy entrance into the woods, and stopped.  He came down the hill and as I was getting out came and parked beside me.  So I walked into the woods, and he followed.  He proved to be a thirty two year old business man on his way to the hotel for the evening (a long way further on).  He proved to have a very long (possibly as much as nine inches) and not too wide cock which I really went to town on  He decided that we had to go further into the woods.  When we had started up agan, he suddenly said "Can I fuck you?"  Silly boy !  "Of course - and anything else you want to do !"

It wasn't the most comfortable of places and it was semi-dark and dank and damp, but that cock went in without fear or hinderance and no suspicion of latex.  He really reamed me and got my juices running, and was really - for his age - extremely good.  Eventually he came and unlike many, was then very chatty, and as a result we have exchanged numbers and he says he is going to ring me next week when he is next in the area with the idea of his coming to my place, and trying out all my toys etc.  Sounds great - but I wonder - will I ever hear from him again.

Anyway it made a rather dreary evening, into a memorable one !

Oh yes !  I have since heard from my mate - and he had the blonde and fucked him till he squealed and left him with spunk dribbling outof his hole and an older chap felching him for all he was worth !  So a good time was had by all !

Recently I had to pay a duty-visit to some relatives a couple of hundred miles away.  Pleasant for a couple of days, frustrating otherwise - and certainly if for longer.  So made my excuses, and came home on Sunday.  Altogether a happy time, and no aggro at all.  But all as straight as possible !

Being a Sunday the main road was pretty quiet, except near major towns, when a few weekend-drivers slowed me down, but otherwise a really easy run.  Three quarters of the way back though I needed to take a piss, and stopped at a place where there was a petrol station, a Little Chef (yuck !) and opposite some toilets, and a large area where people could have picnics, and perhaps truck drivers rest-up for a while.  Some of the time there is a mobile canteen there too.  But it being a Sunday there were no trucks, and hardly any cars anywhere, and certainly no picnickers.

As I pulled in, I noticed a pick-up parked rather oddly across the marked spaces, and its cab level with the entrance to the Gents.  Hmm !

I stopped a little bit away, and walked along looking into the cab as I approached the Gents door.  I was definitely being watched.  Looked rather nice too !  All very unexpected - but no less interesting for all that.

When I got to the door, I paused and stared right back at him, making it perfectly obvious that I was interested, and went in.  There was a guy in there already with a young lad about ten, I suppose, so I went into one of the cubicles and listened.

Father and son soon left, and I heard another car draw in and another couple of blokes came noisily in, laughing and chatting whilst they pissed.  As they left I heard another door slam, and within less than a minute another person came in, and wandered along the trough until they were outside the door of my cubicle.  Then there was some coughing backwards and forwards, and I flushed and left.

Yes !  It was the chap from the pick-up and very hot he was too !  Balls and cock out and getting very hard, and quite thick as well as a respectable length.  He signalled to go back where I had been and joined me in there.  I was soon deep-throating him, whilst he was pulling his t-shirt up and letting me squeeze his nipples.  He pulled me up after a bit, and rather to my surprise gave me a bloody good snog whilst pushing my trousers down and working my buttocks.  I couldn't help it, and groaned into his mouth as his finger pushed into my asshole !

"I want that," he whispered.  "Yes, please" I groaned wriggling it in as far as the angle would allow. "How long have you got ?" "As long as you need," I answered. "Meet me outside"

This was one that was not going to get away !  Soon we were by his pickup, and arranged that I shoukld follow him a few miles up the road.  Fifteen minutes later I was in a small cottage, definitely off the beaten way, no other house to be seen.  It was actually a very nice place, and I wouldn't have minded if it had been mine !

Dave, for that was apparently his name, led me upstairs to a bedroom and stripped me.  As I lay on the bed watching him strip, he asked what I was into.  "Anything you want," my standard reply.  "Anything ?" "Yep - use me, abuse me, and then fill me again, as deep, as often and as much as you can."

He stood there,about eight inches rampant, large hanging balls, hairy stomach and chest, prominent nipples, deeply thatched arm-pits - a real turn on. "You're a slut then ?"  "A total sub slut for you to use as you wish." "Restraints ?  CP ? Poppers ?" "Yes please Sir - anything except..."  "Except ?"  "Scat and permanent marks, Sir "

"GREAT - we are going to have fun"

With that he got onto the bed and laid himself down on me, and began to rub his cock all over me.  Up my legs, over my shaved balls and cock, over my nipples, all over my face and ears, and then turned me over and did the same all over my back.  He stroked, and pinched, rubbed and scratched with his nails until I was a groaning wreck.  Then he pushed my neck over the edge of the bed and fucked my throat.  For a moment ot two I wasn't sure whether I could take it as he seemed to be not getting far enough in to avoid my gag reflex, but soon I had adapted, and my tonsils were getting a great work out.  After a while, he got up and went to a wardrobe in the corner and opened it, and I nearly had an instant orgasm when I saw what was inside.  Racks of toys - dildoes, anal-balls, paddles, cock rings and straps, canes and so on. Within moments, I was trussed up, my arms tied to the edge of the bed, my arse right up in the air, and my legs as far apart as he could stretch them.  Then he opened a new bottle of poppers, and made me inhale them long, and deep, time and time again, until I thought I would lose consciousness.  Then he got above me, and literally shoved his greased cock straight up my arse, and deep inside of me.  I screamed into the pillow, but hardly a sound escaped, and soon he was riding me and bucking right into me, until I thought I had gone to heaven.  Time after time he withdrew completely and I could feel the colder air beginning to reach deeper into me.  It had been a long time since I had been opened so much.  Then he was back in, rippling my insides, and working through the second sphincter.  Eventualy he withdrew and walked beside me.  "Mind if I have some pics of that ?"  "Go on !"  After a few minutes of him walking around, admiring his handiwork, and taking a few pictures, he said, "Seems a pity to waste such a pose, and your butt is bloody white you know.  I shall do something about that."

Then it started.  A sustained series of really hard slaps from his hand, and then to a leather paddle.  For all the restraints, I was wriggling, my toes curling, and groaning in half pain, half delight.  Then he stopped and fetched a large plug, shoved it up my butt, and informed me that I was to keep it in.  More poppers, and then I felt him make a practise move across my hot cheeks with a cane.  Shit that hurt !  Six really hard ones that curled around the edge of my buttocks and took the breath away from me.  "Bet that feels a bit unbalanced" he said as he examined his handiwork.  "Six from the other side, I think "  I am not sure whether knowing how many I was going to get was easier or not - but all I know is that when he threw the cane to one side, ripped out the plug, and plunged back into me, I was wrecked.  He fucked me and fucked me, grabbing my hair, and filling me, grinding his pubes into my so-sore butt, and shouting at me for being his total whore, until he came, a gigantic and long lasting orgasm that left me gasping, and frankly exhausted.

After a while we were lying side by side, and he was kissing me and stroking me, and bringing me down.  Then he started stroking my butt, and got a finger inside my slippery hole.  Then two - then three, and in a little while his fist was moving around inside of me.  It was not an intense fisting, not a power-punching but a gentle exploration.  When he came out, and I had licked his hand clean, he again started to play with the entrance to my hole, making his way a little way in and feeling around until he felt my knob and then I began to move.  Christ, did I move !  I have never had such stimulation there, as that and in a while I was spontaneously lying on my back, dragging my legs back, wriggling my arsehole onto his fingers, begging to be fucked.  "Get in there !  Fuck me !  Breed me - Get a whole bloody gang in there !"  I was demented with lust.

Eventually he calmed me down.  "Did you mean that ?"  "What ?"  "To get a whole gang in there ?  Do you want me to pimp you out ?"

To cut a too long strory short, I eventually was taken to another room, put in a sling, and five mates of his came over and used me in every way I could imagine - and a few which I hadn't even thought of (itself a miracle !) all night.  I eventually pulled myself together and drove the remaining thirty miles home with a smile on my face, a draught in my juicy, dribbling arse, lots and lots of stripes and welts, and it had taken me eighteen hours to go a couple of hundred miles !  Thank goodness I had that day off !

So now I have some very pleasant memories, a few phone numbers, some promises of further meets, and the ridges are beginning to go down, and the welts to fade.  As for the hole - it is closing up again, and seems to be developing a rather deep itch that feels as if it needs to be scratched ! 

I think I shall look forward to my duty-calls on relatives with a great deal more enthusiasm than I have done in the past

Four days ago Iwas feeling a trifle bored with life, and was about to go online when the phone rang.  Not usually a good sign, I find.  People usually want something, and seldom is it something I want. Anyway, I answered it, and recognised vaguely a voice from the distant past, which eventually identified itself as Adam, and memories began to flood in.  And good memories at that !

He was in the area, and would be able to call in the following day, if I was at home, and interested in getting together again.  Not being sure what that meant (but hoping !), I said I could bem and what did he have in mind.  Anything interesting ?  he laughed.  perhaps we could carry on from where we left off !  So I agreed, and he rang off.

Where had we left off ?  My recollection was that we had left off with my arsehole dripping a great dollop of cum and Crisco, and his arm, wrist and hand easing itself out of my guts !  Oh well, being warned, I had better be well prepared. 

Luckily I hadn't eaten, and it was still early in the day, so I quickly replaced my meagre lunch with my far from meagre evening meal, (needed to have an empty bowel) and started to get The Room prepared for games !

The next morning I got up, and having spent the night with a couple of suppositories in place, began the final arrangements.  Poppers from the fridge, canes (in case he needed them) soaked in the bath, submerged with the weight of four dildos, leather harness to hand, new pack of Crisco and other lubes, restraints to hand, ropes as well, and so on.  You know....the usual.  Wet clothes, towels, leather sheet on the bed, and so on.  Then to the douching routine, and by midday I was ready and waiting.

He arrived on time, looking as good as when I last saw him.  Tall, and well built, but with hardly an ounce of fat on him.  perhaps there were a few more wrinkles, and his very short hair was a trifle grey about the edges.  The door closed behind him, and we were in a tight clinch, and his hands were kneeding my butt before I had time to say Hi, or anything else.  Great to feel you again, was his greeting, and very soon he was dragging me upstairs to where he knew he would do what he willed with me.  I am as randy as hell, he announced, and have been thinking of nothing other than you arse for the last three hours driving.  We'll catch up on news later.  Let's get down to the important stuff first.

Before I really realised he had arrived I found my self stark naked, bent over a bench, tied down and my butt being given a hard pushing and shoving, my cheeks splayed apart, and a tongue running up and down the crack, and pushing itself as my puckering hole.  Great arse - and ready and waiting !  He announced, and stripped off, eventually running his cock up and down the crack, and slowly inserting it right in.  A good job I had lubed up well before he had arrived.  He has a good sized cock, in excess of eigh inches, but what is great is that it is thick, with a thicker mushroom  top.  All the way in I could feel it opening me up, and taking command, and by body responded eagerly to it.  Deep inside, with his pubes against me, he started a vigorous short stroked fuck.  Just what I needed, and had needed for a while.

Suddenly he pulled out.  Great hole, he announced, but cold cheeks, and with that he reached for a leather paddle and started to warm me up. Thankfully he started with just a few practise swats, but soon I was wriggling as much as I could against the restraints, and he was obviously using his pent up frustration to make sure that he would have a warm butt to rest on.

As suddenly as he had started, he stopped and rammed his cock straight back into me.  That's better, he announced.  Far mor welcoming.

One of Adam's great attributes has always been that he takes a good while to cum, and can cum three or more times in a session, so I knew I was in for a good work out.  I don't know when he had fucked last, but he was obviously ready and willing, and was soon really stirring up my depths for all he was worth - as for me....I felt a bit as if I had won the lottery.  But for all that he is a fit bloke, he eventually decided that he wanted a rest, and untied me, and made me Assume the position, as he put it, kneeling on the bed, with my arse sticking over the edge.

Then the dildos.  I have four I usually use myself ranging from eight inches to fourteen inches, and getting wider as they get longer.  There is another, but it is too big for usual use, and I find some ridges eight inches or so down to be rather disasterous to sit on.  Anyway, Adam started with the smallest of the four that were out, and then progressed to the fourteen inche one, giving me a good reaming with his cock between each.  There is a six inch one that I usually only use on visitors (!), but Adam decided that it was useful and started again, but this time adding it to the smallest of main four, so I was really spread. 

After an hour or so of this - it seemed far longer - he announced that he was going to ride me to completion, but when he started he decided he wanted a bit more grip !  So reached for the Senior Rattan, and gasve be twelve really hard strokes from each side.  He had shoved a bit gag in my mouth before starting, and with the help of it and a good dose of poppers, I seemed to survive.  Then the long fuck started, and it was great !  Deep and circulating to begin with. Sessions of short sharp strokes, all of which were such a turn on that I was grinding back to greet each invasion.  Then a long period of total withdrawal and long hard re-entries in a stroke, before eventually he was standing on the bed, and thrusting right down into me, and yelling as he filled me with shot after shot of his cum.

There are a couple of hooks in the ceiling above the bed, and soon I was on my back with my legs tied to ropes hangin from them, and a divider keeping my legs apart.  I could feel the cool air far into my gaping hole, and the cum and arse juice beginning to seep out. 

Adam was on his knees with the Crisco and slowly but surely his hand made its way into by raw butt.  The poppers were really necessary as he hasn't the smallest of fists - but in a horribly short time he was well inside, and started to explore.  I was in paradise, almost floating above it all, as he closed his fist, and began to move about.  Then he moved and started to push more of his forearm in, and I could feel his fingers on the inner sphincter.  A really good dose of poppers, a very long one, and suddenly I saw light and he was inside me, and his elbow was nearly at my anus !

 I have no idea how long he was in there.  Part of me is convinced it was hours, part of me that it was eternity.  But I was really flying, and felt let down when eventually he started the slow withdrawal.

That isn't usually my favourite part of being fisted, but as he withdrew he entered again, his cock deep into me, and soon I was receiving another load of his cum.

He cleaned me up a bit, and gently took down my legs and we laid for an hour on the bed together, initially cuddling and half snoozing, and then catching up on our news.

When Adam left after breakfast I still could harly stand, and for once felt really and truly well-fucked and shagged out ! He says he is coming back this way after a business trip, in a week or two.  I just hope he has the time to stop off !

On my way back from the sauna I decided to stop off on a rough road where often trucks are parked up for the night.  Sometimes there is some one to cruise, but not often unfortunately.  When I arrived there there was a solitary lorry which was hopeful, but I discovered it was a furniture van.  They are usually full of furniture, and have a crew of loaders and unloaders kipping around anywhere they can find in the contents.

I stopped in front of it, and killed my lights, and decided that there was nothing happening, so poured myself a coffee and relaxed a little.  I was delighted when suddenly the light in the cab behind me flashed, and when I  flashed my lights in response the cab light came on and stayed on.  I got out of my car and walked across.  He looked to be in his forties and  on his own.  He opened the side door, and I got on the step.  "Interested ?" he demanded.  "You bet !"  "Good - I like to give it hard"  "Yes Sir !"  I know my place.  I got up into the cab, and he pulled the curtains around.

"Strip, slut"  This was more my scene.  "Yes, Sir!" Soon I was naked, and standing in front of him, with my head down, and my hands behind me.  "Good - turn round and bend over."  I did I as I was told, and he seemed to be pleased with what he saw, and ran his hands over my butt, and separated my cheeks.  "You been fucked tonight, slut ?"  "Yes, sir...twice."

"Good, so you're open and ready."  "Yes, sir." "How hard do you take it, slut ?"  "As hard as you want, Sir."  "Interested in getting in the van - more room there."  "Okay, Sir."

He got out of the van and walked around the back, and I heard the back being opened.  He came back to the side.  "Okay - into the back, whore."

Soon I was in the empty van, and the back was shut and a dim light put on.  He took me over to the side where there were racks, and tied my wrists to a bar with me bent over, and my legs spread wide.  His hand came crashing down on my butt, asnd soon I was sqirming and probably bright red.  Still he spanked me, and then there was a silence whilst he withdrew his belt from the top of his jeans. 

In the course of the next half hour I was really given a thorough leathering, before he took off his jeans and a really wide cock was thrust right up into me.

Three loads later, when my butt was wide open and dripping, he undid me, and threw my clothes at me and told me to get the hell out.  I asked permission to clean up his cock with my mouth, and when he was clean and tucked back into his jeans, I got dressed, and took my hot, welted and deeply fucked hole back to my car, and drifted home in a state of euphoria.  The next morning I was still open and juicy, still marked but very happy - with a smile on my face for a change.

Felt a bit more horny than usual the other day so went to the neighbouring town to one of the very rare (in UK) gay saunas in a gay hotel.Trouble with these places is they are often too cliquey.  This one is no exception.

That evening was no different.  By the end of a couple of hours I was beginning to wonder why I bothered.  True I had had a few mouthfulls of protein, and one uncut bloke was really quite a good meal, but what I really wanted was a bloody good fuck.  What was worse the place was beginning to empty - most of the blokes going back to their frigid wives I expect.  I was just thinking that perhaps I would cruise myself home, and went into the steam room for a last warm up.  It had got very hot (temperature) in there by then, and difficult to see through the steam, but I could see just one chap sitting in the corner, and in the gloom it was obvious that he was playing with himself. So I wandered across, and found a really very good sized seven inches (or more) that was pouring pre-cum.  I wasn't going to let this one get away, and bent down and deep throated it in one stroke which seemed to delight him, and certainly pleased me.  But what was better, was the way his hand was all over my butt and searching for my hole.  As I worked on him really appreciating his flowing precum, he found it and his finger sunk straight in (I was well greased before I had got there - Be Prepared !) He suddenly became even more interested.  "I want that" he whispered, getting up, and before I had time to agree, I was over the bench and he was fucking me as deep as he could, and very hard.  It was bloody hot in there - in every sense, and he was really going great guns, when the door of the steam room opened and another bloke came in.  My top didn't even hesitate but kept going.  The newcomer watched for a moment before coming round, getting on the bench and waving a hard uncut prick towards my lips. No hesitation from me either - I grabbed it and really went to town.  This was what I had been dreaming of for hours, one in each hole and this new one was a lot larger and very much thicker than the one that was pistoning into my guts.  In a while the top really got excited and plunged so far in and with such force that he pushed me off the cock in my mouth as he staggered to his climax and filled me.  The second bloke got down and went and stood beside him, and as the first one evacuated my hole, this new one slid right in.  I was in heaven as he started to really get down to work, whilst the first presented his cock for cleaning.  It tasted great - and I made a good job of it, including cleaning his balls.  In that heat we all three were sweating pints, so there was much to suck on and lick up.

It was a while before the second one came deep inside of me, by that time I had been turned over onto my back, and the first one held my ankles from behind whilst the fucker really concentrated on getting in hard and deep - this was more than I had expected.  Eventually though all good things come to an end, and thats what he did, he cummed deep inside of me, mixing his seed with what he hadn't fucked out of me of the first load.  As he went limp, and withdrew the first chap was there, his mouth over my raw hole, and his tongue working its way right in and scooping it all out, whilst I sucked on that lovely foreskin and got my tongue right in under it, cleaning it and causing the chap to gasp as he seemed to increase in sensitivity.  After a while the felcher decided that he had all he could get out of me, and we wandered out of the steam room into the shower room.  They - unfortunately - were on their way out - I discovered they had come to the sauna together, and so I too called it a day, and set off home via the rough road just off the main road where a few lorries sometimes park up.  But that as they say, is another story.  Perhaps another time.