Ad read like this "Nasty Pig Play Party : Putting together a play party for all you nasty pigs on Saturday night. This party is for the true nasty pig. There will be j/o, oral, fucking. piss, toys, sweat, spit, pits, bears and oh yeah, did I mention piss!! Send your contact info for party invite, invites will be send on Saturday afternoon with location information. Nasty pigs of ALL shapes and sizes welcomed.
So, I got what I figured was a decent number of responses and spent Saturday getting ready for the party. The original plan was to get a cheap motel room for the party. I used to have these at my house, but after the nth time of something being stolen or broken, I decided that parties needed to be outside my home. As the day wore on, I opted for a residence inn type of place which would give us more room and was in a better part of town. I booked the room, bought refreshments, organized the toys, the porn, the laptop (to play the porn), the blow up kiddie pools (perfect for people to receive the liquid gold). I sent out the location information and answered a ton of last minute questions. I also sent out recent photos of me so everyone would know at least one face when they arrived.
Finally, I was settled in at the suite and ready for some fun. The first knock came at the door and a bearish guy entered. He was the guy who had asked me about sounding and told me he wanted to try it. So, we talked about sounds and I showed him the "tools of the trade" as we waited for others to arrive. The next guy to arrive walked in, "claimed" he had the wrong room, took one look at me and the other guy and walked out. The next two guys showed up and stayed. The two bearish guys got down to their jockstraps and hit the bed. The other guy sat in a chair and watched Dick Wadd's Pigs at the Trough, one of my personal favorite pig porns.
Three more guys showed up and came in, stayed for 15 seconds and then walked out without saying anything. No "thanks, but this is not our thing", no "I'm sorry, but I don't think this is my scene", nothing, just walked out. The second bearish guy came in like 10 minutes, apparently my mouth on his cock was an enabler. Then he put the jockstrap back on and crossed his arms and apparently was done. The guy in the chair just sat there and did nothing, wasn't even touching himself. The first guy kept looking over at me, and kind of smiling knowingly, as we had discussed we'd hit the sounds later. During this whole time, my cock was out and rock hard. I was soooo ready for a party.
90 minutes into the whole thing, I realized that a) nobody else was gonna show and b) two of the three guys who did show, weren't gonna do anything. So, I told everyone I was calling it a bust. I thanked them all for coming, and offered to send them home with snacks and stuff. To be honest, I think they were both relieved to be going, as they jumped up to leave as soon as I said anything. I gave the first guy the eye letting him know that he needed to "linger". The other two guys left, I lamented the fact that nobody ate any snacks, drank any beverages or used my kiddie pools.
Fortunately, the first bear, the sounding neophyte, was still there. The first thing he said was "I gotta piss" which was glad tidings, as I was about to bust a kidney. So we retired to the bathroom and went nuts. Let me just say, when preparing for a piss party, that I have a system. I drink LOTS of water and prime the pump. Once I get to a certain point, everything is full and pretty much whatever goes in comes out in a few minutes. So I drank about half gallon and in few minutes we were good to go. I pissed for what seemed like an hour, and he was very appreciative.
Once we rinsed off and headed back to the bed, I organized the sounding equipment. There are the sounds, and the towels and the KY, and the syringes for the KY, and more towels. I explained to him what I was doing, why I was doing it and what was going to happen next. Then I proceeded to show him how it worked. Sounding is not a slam bam thankyou ma'am kind of thing. You need to take it slow and enjoy the sensations. It also isn't something that you do for 10 minutes and then move on. My sounding sessions tend to last for hours as I move up to bigger and bigger sounds, stretching the urethra and increasing the sensations. I explained all of this to him and he was eager to learn.
He was a good student. He listened and watched and then did his own insertion. I prefer to let newbies watch me and then do their own insertion. I think it makes them feel better knowing that they have control and can stop at anytime. He did great and I could tell he was digging it. I moved up a size, he did the same, I moved up 3 sizes, he moved up a size. He was totally getting into the experience, and I was enjoying being the teacher, plus my cock was oozing from all the sounding.
Our session lasted for about 3-4 hours and then we both came with the sounds. He left his in, I usually pull mine out as I'm cumming to enhance the orgasm. We then cleaned up and I packed up and headed home. The night didn't start as I planned, but it sure ended on a high note.
It left me with the same questions that I always have. Don't people know what they are getting into when they go to a NASTY PIG PLAY PARTY? Did they think that the members of Chippendale's were gonna be there? What happened to common courtesy? I shelled out money for the room and the snacks and beverages and lube and rubbers, and don't forget the kiddie pools. Add to this the fact that everyone knew exactly what I looked like ahead of time, so they had a pretty good indication of what types of guys might be there. Even if you didn't like what you saw, wouldn't you at least say, "I'm sorry not my scene, thanks for the invite"? How can we expect the rest of the world to treat us with kindness and respect when we don't do it for each other? My feeling is if I go to a play party, I'm there to play. Not to meet Mr. Right, not to exchange recipes, not to compare handbags. I'm there to play and so my cock is out and I'm ready. What exactly do you think is going to happen at a play party, board games?
Hey, I came to grips a long time ago with the fact that I'm not the most attractive or the best built, guy out there. I used to lament the fact that I didn't get the hot as hell gene or the built like a brick shithouse gene. I work with what I got, and I try to be the best me I can. If I or others at the party are not your cup of tea, I understand. But at least show some common courtesy as you walk out the door.
On the other hand, I know and do kink better than almost anyone I know and totally get off on teaching others. Nothing turns me on more than a guy trying a sound for the first time, or grinning from ear to ear as the electricity courses through his cock and balls and ass. Or when he's been hooked up to my electric pump machine for a few hours and proudly displays his obscenely huge cock.
In the end, the night worked out just the way it was supposed to, as I believe everything in life does. And I went home satisfied and tired.
i'm completely stupid cos i had to ask what that meant. i wouldn't just show up to any kind of get-together and leave without thanking the host. i was raised in the country and that's just good manners.
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