I'm sorry, something caught in your throat???

So, when we last talked, I was headed home from the Phoenix/John Paul's in a cab, supposedly to go to sleep...or so I thought. When I got back to the hotel, I was so fucking horny. I wanted to play and I wanted to play NASTY! I checked out Craigslist and there were tons of ads, just none that fit the bill so I posted my own.

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NO BS - Inked Bear Top for big hairy nasty guys - 44 (FQ Hotel)

44 yo heavily inked nasty bear top.

5'7", 195, 7" cut with a 2GA PA (can play with or without)
I have NO TIME for games. I am hosting at my FQ Hotel room.

Looking for big hairy nasty guys.
HWP? NO NEED.
Into kink? Awesome!!

Come on over and enjoy sucking, fucking, feet eating, pit chewing, ws drinking, sweat licking, hole eating, throat fucking

AGAIN, BIG and Hairy guys are Welcome!!

No long email BS. Send a photo and be ready to cum and play.

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Well, that got the emails flowing. Damn, I had like 15 emails in 5 minutes. I tried to be fair and go first come first served, but there were some standouts, so I had to prioritize nastiest first. The guy who won that honor told me he wanted to drink my piss and eat my ass, and he wanted me to fuck his throat long and hard. Now, throat fucking is a HUGE BIG FAT FUCKING TURN-ON for me. I love to feel my cock sliding in and out of a guys throat while he is helpless below me. Mostly I like to use some fun rope bondage along with it, so they can't wimp out and use their hands.

This guy moved to the top of the list!! I told him to get his ass over to the hotel and be ready. We also talked about status, etc and it was going to be a BB night!! He showed up about 30 minutes later, and was he ever ready. We got naked instantly. He was hot. Nice hairy body, small soft cock, which was fine, I didn't plan on doing anything with it, this time was all about MEEEEEEE!! We got to business and he sucked my cock really good. That was nice. I held his head down a few times just to gauge his reaction.....Now for the neophytes, let me explain throat fucking. My dick assaults your throat over and over again, as long and as hard as I want. It is best when you gag... A LOT!! Eventually, you will gag so much that you will bring up thick mucous coated spit. That is where the fun begins. I will continue to fuck your throat until you are covered in that spit....So, a few tentative head holds and he did not buck...promising. He asked if he could eat my ass and, of course, I let him. I'm not interested in getting fucked any more, but I love to have my ass eaten by someone with talent. This guy had talent. He went at it for about 30-45 minutes, while I just lay there letting him eat my hole. He stroked his soft cock every now and then, but I could care less. This was about MEEEEEEEE!!! I was feeling really good from the ass eating, but relay wanted to get back to fucking his throat, for real this time, no more tentative head holds.

I got up and told him to sit on the edge of the bed with his hands at his sides. I pulled out my rope and proceeded to bind his hands to his sides. I didn't want them behind his back, because I was eventually going to have him on his back with his head hanging over the edge while I fucked his throat mercilessly. Everything was arranged nice and tight at his waist. Just so he knew where we were headed, I also bound his cock and balls...didn't want him distracted while I went to work. I got him arranged on the bed with his head hanging over and told him to open wide. He obliged. I slid my cock in and he didn't gag....at first. I slid it in a little deeper and he gagged a bit, but he didn't fight it. The key to being a good throat fuckee (which I admit, I am not) is that you have to let the gag happen and not fight it. He knew not to fight it, and just let it happen. Of course, when you let it happen, all that thick spit starts to flow. As a throat fucker, you want to make sure that that fuckee can get the stuff out of his throat so he can breath. Typically, if they can breath ok through their nose, I just monitor, but if I'm feeding them poppers, I pay extra close attention, so they don't drown on me....cuz nothing ruins a good throat fucking like having to bury the body, especially in a strange city, without your own car...but I digress.

Anywhooo, I found the best way to help clear the spit is to get in there and get it all over you. So, I got down and kissed him, swapping all that thick slop back and forth. I let it coat my goatee and get all over my chest. By the time I was done, he was clear and I was covered. This went on for more than an hour. Every time I pulled out, and knelt down, I got more and more covered until I was dripping just like him. I took all I could not to cum. I was close for the last 30 minutes, but kept holding off. He was soooo damn greedy and so willing to please. I could not have asked for a better victim!

Finally, I had to piss and had to piss hard. I asked him if he was ready for some piss. He said he was. I think he was waiting for me to piss in his mouth since all our attention had been focused there. He even had it open ready for the stream....FUCK THAT!! I flipped him over and slid my cock in his ass lubed up with all that thick ropey spit. I wasn't in for very long when I just had to let go. I pissed for a long time and it was heaven. I was still covered in slop and was so fucking turned on. I fucked him for a while and then went back top his throat. He moaned as I slid my cock in there. I think he was relieved when I had moved to his ass....hahaha, he got over it. :@) I think I throat fucked him for another 20 minutes or so then I laid on the bed and had him use his tongue and work that slop all over my cock and my balls and my ass, then up to my pits and down to my feet. I looked like a furball the cat spit up and felt amazing. He was soooo fucking into it.

By this time, it was after 4am and he was still tied up. I took him into the shower and told him I was gonna rinse him off....and I did.....with a long steady stream of hot piss. He was moaning real loud at this point and I noticed his cock was hard and straining against the rope I had bound it with. He got really loud and I noticed him shooting through the rope, neither of us having touched his cock. HOT!!! I told him he need to clean that rope off, so he let out a steady stream of piss to wash away all the cum....by now, I was spent. Hottest throat fucking session I have had in a LOOONNNGGGGG time, bar none! I let him clean up and get dressed then kicked him out so I could hit the sack. I was spent.....

.....met the boys about 9am for breakfast....I was a zombie....And thus began Saturday in NOLA...

Hi, this is the front desk, we couldn't help but notice...

Friday came, and I was up and out early. The Quarter is so strange early in the morning. The vomit has been washed from the streets and sidewalks, the urine is mostly gone, and the sweet smell of Pine-Sol and bleach lingers on every corner....ahhh Heaven :-)

I headed out for the Riverwalk to find some flip flops. None to be found, however, they did have a Cafe Du Monde satellite, so I got a chance to eat my beignets by the river. Let me just say, that if there were a Cafe Du Monde here in FL, I would have beignets EVERY FUCKING DAY of my life!!!!!

On the way back to the hotel, I call the boys and we met up at their hotel. Once we were all together, we headed out for lunch....yeah yeah, I know, I just had beignets. Well, it had been almost 2 hours, so gimme a fucking break...the man likes to eat good food!! And good food we had. We went to this little place called Cafe Amelie on Royal. I had a Cochon De Lait sandwich. Spicy pulled pork with pickles and mayo on ciabatta...it was HEAVEN!!!

After lunch we headed back to the boys' room to set up for the first play party of the weekend. I'm so lucky to be friends with guys who run a BB website and host BB parties all the time. Their parties are ALWAYS hot!! So, we got back to the room and proceeded to set up. Just little things, move the tables around, set out the lube packets, etc. I got my new yellow jock ready for action and in a few minutes the guests began to arrive. There were about 16 guys total and every one of them was HOT!! The first group of guys who showed were a little younger (mid-late 20's) and I wondered if they would have fun. Within a few seconds they were all naked and jumping on anything that moved.

The group of guys was really hot. There were guys there of various shapes and sizes. The one thing that they all had in common was they were all pigs. We had originally wondered if we would be bottom heavy. After a few last minute cancellations, I was the only identified Top on the list, though there were many versatiles. Problem is, a lot of times, the versatile guys are really just bottoms in versatile clothing :-) This was not to be the case at this party. Every where I looked there was someone fucking and then turning around and taking it. There were guys fucking guys fucking other guys who all would then turn around and take the train in the other direction. It was so fucking hot!!! There were so many hot holes and cocks.

There was a couple there that I just loved. Both in their 50's and both VERY hot! They had great ink and awesome piercings in their huge cocks! Had a great time sucking their cocks and filling their holes with mine! The energy was really high! By the time all was said and done, the room smelled like sweat and sex, and it was nice! Toward the end of the party, the room phone rang. A got it and I was laughing saying, "Sir, this is the front desk, we've had some complaints about all the naked men in your room." Come to find out it WAS the front desk, but they were just calling about someone who was a no show. It would have been funny if I was right!

We cleaned up and headed out to dinner at Fiorella's. Let me just say that Fried Chicken at Fiorella's will ruin Fried Chicken for me for life. NOTHING will ever compare. We had lots of laughs, I spilled a HUGE glass of water in my lap, D. showed up with an entourage of hot men, including the first time I met K. More on K later :-) Lots of laughs, awesome food, a night parade with beads, and Gelato!!! Heaven! After dinner I shared my Cher does Jimmy Buffet and also my Cher does Nine Inch Nails (you have not lived until you hear me do Cher doing Trent singing "I wanna fuck you like an animal...I wanna feel you from the inside") We parted ways after dinner so I could run home, don my fatigues and boots and then meet the boys for a night at the Phoenix.

The Phoenix was HOT! Probably more so because someone...who shall remain nameless...said it was a short walk from their hotel. By the time we arrived, my shirt was already soaked through! Oh well, off comes the shirt. There were truly some sights to see (in every way you could mean that) and we never even went inside. The crowd was so large, none of us wanted to get stuck in the oven that was sure to be inside the doors. I talked to one guy (ok I played with him the next day) who told me it took him almost 2 hours to get down the stairs once he decided to try.

We ended up heading over to John Paul's, which apparently was the host bar for Bear Decadence. It was nice and cool inside, and there was DANCING!!! I'm sorry, but you can't tease me with hot music all weekend and not allow me to dance....I'm a dancing machine baby, gotta let me work!! We hung out there for a while and met lots of very friendly bears. It was a great night. I talked to one man who was covered from head to toe in ink. He had only only a jock and boots, and the rest was ALL ink. I stopped him as he was walking by and asked how many hours he had in and we got to talking. He asked me if people were ever mean or cruel about my ink. He told me that just while he was standing outside, some guys walked by (and into the bar) and called him a freak (and not in the good way). I told him I never hear anything like that, but I never listen either. He was really a nice guy to talk to, and I was disappointed that in a weekend of so much fun, and openness, there were still assholes ruining it. Let's face it, straight people and the religious right haven't cornered the market on asshole!

After we had our fill, we all piled into a cab to head back to our respective hotels. Little did I know at the time, that my wild night had just begun.....

No, really, it won't hurt a bit

First night in NOLA. Hung out with the boys on Bourbon St for a while. Got my Orange Sherbet Fuzzy Pimp Hat, and did my impersonation of Cher doing her impersonation of Jimmy Buffet (gotta see it to believe it). Overall a great night. The boys walked me back to my hotel across the quarter and came up to see the room. After they left, I was so damn revved up. I needed to find some action, and it shouldn't be hard in New Orleans during Southern Decadence. I actually wasn't going to need to look very far.

I checked out Craigslist and there were lots of ads for people all in nearby hotels. Apparently great and horny minds think alike. I was going to place an ad when I realized I had forgotten toothpaste at home. Luckily, there was a Walgreen's on the corner. I grabbed a shirt and headed down. Got what I needed at Walgreen's and was going to head back and put up an ad. But the gods of nasty had other ideas...

As I was walking out of Walgreen's I bumped right into a cute guy with one of those huge drinking bongs that all the straight boys are so fond of. He looked mid-20's, beefy rugby player build, and he was Ginger!!!! Now let me just say that I have a HUGE weak spot for Gingers. Everything else could be just meh, but if they are a Ginger, I'm hooked. OK, we bump into each other and he takes a tumble onto the street. I helped him up and it was clear that he was wasted. He wasn't quite sure where he was headed. He thought back to his hotel, but was not clear on where that was, or which hotel. We talked for a minute, he was very friendly. He was admiring my tattoos. He stumbled a few more times, and I suggested he come up for a cup of coffee to sober up a bit and we could sort out where his hotel was.

Imagine my shock when he said, "cool". We were already in front of the hotel so it was just a short elevator ride to my room. I got him settled on the couch and started a pot of coffee. He was sort of fading in and out. He said his feet hurt from all the walking he had done, and I told him I could relate. I suggested he kick off his shoes and get comfortable. He complied. I found that he was just the right amount of drunk to comply with pretty much anything I suggested. I decided to take advantage of that. Once his shoes were off, I grabbed a foot and massaged it. He liked that. So, I worked on the other. He noted that I was good with my hands. I lied and told him I studied massage....he bought it.

Coffee was ready, but I thought sobering him up at this point was not a great idea. He commented again about how good his feet were feeling and I suggested he lay on the couch so that I could show him some massage tricks that would make him feel better and "help him sober up". He was like putty in my hands :@) Got him laying on the couch on his stomach and suggested he take off his sweaty shirt so I could put it near the AC to dry a little. Off it came. I started to massage his back and shoulders and he had his head in the pillow just moaning softly, enjoying the whole thing. I worked my was down toward his ass and he let me brush over his ass with my hands on the way to his legs. He really liked it when i rubbed his legs, again commenting about all the walking. I suggested that I could do a better job on his "legs" if he lost the shorts...which he did. He lay there in his socks and a pair of college sports team boxers. Damn, I was HARD!!!

I suggested he roll over so I could work on the front part of his legs. He didn't think twice. As he did, I noticed that he was semi hard. The head of his cock was just peeking out of the hole in his boxers. I needed to get it to move out further. I wasn't in any rush and didn't want to upset the delicate situation we had going, so I took my time, just working on his legs. When I got to his upper thighs, I took a few opportunities to let my hands press in tight next to his balls in his boxers. His dick responded just the way I wanted and started to push further out of his boxers. At some point he realized it, and sort of covered it up and mumbled some apology. I played it off and said no worries, happens to be every time I get a massage, it's just natural reflex, didn't mean anything. He seemed to buy that and laid back down to let me work.

Somehow, I convinced him that his boxers were in the way...not sure how the hell that worked....well he was pretty drunk. Anyhow, off came the boxers and the massage continued. I was telling him how this would work out all the toxins from the alcohol and he would feel much better in the morning. He had a beautiful red cock, long, thick and uncut!! I love uncut cock, so this was like a dream come true :-)

I kept massaging and grazing him. He offered no objections. When I wrapped my hand around his already hard cock, he sort of startled for a second and then said "oh fuck it" and let me go to work. I stroked and sucked his cock for a while and he just lay back and closed his eyes. He was verbal, even though he wasn't watching. He was definitely enjoying the session. At one point, I got him to roll over and I spread his ass to find the sweetest pink hole. I buried my face in has ass and could smell and taste the sweat. It was amazing! I ate like the greedy pig I am. He had already started to stroke his cock.

It wasn't long before he asked if he could see mine. I was more than happy to let him. He was fascinated by the thick PA....the fresh ones always are :-) He asked if he could touch it, and I nodded. He reached out slowly and with a bit of hesitation and a look of amazement, he took my hard cock in his hand and gave it a little jerk. I encouraged him to continue and he did. He asked if I could fuck with it in. I told him I could do everything with it in that he can do without one. I smiled and asked if he wanted to find out...he immediately let go of my cock and looked like he wanted to leave....too far??? maybe....

I backed off and then reached for his cock slowly. He didn't stop me. After what seemed like forever, I rolled him back over and worked on his hole with my tongue. While he was groaning, I slid a rubber on my hard cock. As you know, I'm pretty much a confirmed BBer, but with an obviously str8 boy, I'm not gonna take chances on infecting him. He was still floating, and didn't notice as I replaced my tongue with the head of my cock. He was pushing back a little and I was all lubed up and sliding forward when he realized what was happening. He tensed for a second and then said, "is this gonna hurt?" I smiled and replied, "no, really, it won't hurt a bit." From the sounds he was making I'm not really sure if it did or not. All I know is that he reached back and pulled me closer into him.

I rode him slowly at first and then built up a rhythm. His hole was tight and fresh. I was going nuts. He was pulling hard on his cock, when I felt his ass start to convulse. I know he was shooting. That was all I needed, and I filled up the rubber with a very hot load. We both lay there quietly, as our breathing settled. Finally, I pulled out and said "coffee should be ready". He jumped on that and was all ready for a cup. I threw him a wet towel to wipe up with. By the time I came back from the bathroom, with coffee in hand, we were both dressed.

We made small talk about the city, and the night life. He drank his coffee and then said he felt better and was going to head back to his hotel. I confirmed he knew where he was headed and walked him to the door. He reached out his hand to thank me for the coffee. Then all of a sudden he pulled me in for a quick deep kiss. Next thing I knew, he was gone. I hit the shower and then had a very satisfying sleep.

Day one over....who knows what day two will bring......

Powdered sugar all OVER my face

Ahhh, New Orleans! The Southern Decadence trip was indeed decadent. I have to say that I just love New Orleans. Always have, always will. It had been too long since my last visit (2003, I think). I won't wait that long again!

So, I'll have a post at some point about all the decadent food, and the good friends (new and old), but let's face it, you want to hear about the wild sex, right? Sure you do! There will be a series of posts that chronicle the madness. Teaser - closeted Bi guy who never touched a PA before, never did WS and never was fucked by a PA gets all three, hot late night visitor loves to be throat fucked, hot tattooed bear man, with a beautiful PA loved to have his ass played with....and the drunk straight man I enticed to my hotel room from Canal street at 3am. All of these will be covered over the course of the next few posts.

Arrived at the hotel at about noon. I once again had great luck with Priceline Name Your Own Price. Got a room at the Holiday Inn French Quarter for $50/night. When I arrived, they checked me into a suite on the 15th floor. Very nice for $50. As I was leaving the room to head to the elevator, a guy was getting out and saying to the person in the elevator that he didn't realize it was Southern Decadence until he arrived. He turned around and our eyes met. I gave him a smile and hello. He was hot, sort of a tattoo grunge look, skate shoes, shorts, chained wallet...you get the idea. He did a double take and came over to say Hi.

90 seconds later, we were in my room with his mouth around my cock. He was a good, greedy cocksucker. He knew how to handle a PA. Handling a big gauge PA is not easy, and there are more people who can't do it than people who can. This guy definitely know what he was doing. I really wanted to play with him, but I really wanted to get out into Quarter, so I decided to blow my load down his throat and make plans to connect later on. He was cool with that, as he had just checked in himself. Just as I started to cum, he tugged really hard on my PA with his tongue. I went nuts!! It felt like I can for hours, when of course it was a mere seconds. He had to get a return ticket :-)

I headed out to explore the Quarter. It was as awesome as I remembered. Great art on Royal, the smell of piss/vomit/pine sol on Bourbon, and great food all over. I walked down Bourbon and then headed toward the river and my first beignets since 2003. Damn, I love those things. I sat there listening to the jazz musicians out on the street chowing down those luscious pastries. They aren't easy to eat, especially with a long goatee. I had powered sugar all over my face and didn't give a damn by the time I was done! A quick wipe and wash and I was ready to go again.

Cruised around Bourbon for a while and decided to head back to my hotel for a freshen-up. On the way back, some young cub on the street woofed me. I stopped and smiled and we chatted. He was heading in the same direction, so we walked and talked. Come to find out, he loves WS....as the Church Lady would say....how conveeeeeenient!! Needless to say, he joined me back at my room.

This kid was a definite piss pig. We got to business as soon as we walked in. He was naked before I could even tell him to strip. He was really a hot little cub. I'd say he was about 5'5", tight furry little body. He had a nice round firm butt. He was in his mid-20's. Well, all the fluids from the day had caught up with me and so I was ready before we even started. I had not yet assembled the Patented Portable Party Piss Pool, so we jumped in the tub. He was licking my hard cock slowly and deliberately.

Being a watersports aficionado, I love that I can piss through a hard on on command. That comes in handy, as you can probably guess. There really is nothing more satisfying than feeling your piss fill up some greedy bottom's hole.....but I digress....Anywhoo, we're in the tub with him tonguing my cock. I could feel the stream starting to tickle up my dick. I learned long ago how to make a piss as pleasurable as an orgasm. It helps to concentrate on the sensation as the piss starts to tickle the head of your cock. You know it's coming, just a matter of time. I think sounding has helped too, as it has put me in touch with the sensations in my urethra. All of this makes for an awesome experience for me. I think I enjoy the sensation of the pissing as much as the bottom enjoys taking it.

The piss started to stream, and I controlled it. I typically dole it out in short streams, allowing the bottom to stay on top of the drinking. Sometimes, I'll just force piss and stream hard in their mouth. As the stream started, he clamped onto my cock with his mouth and then did one of my favorite things, he sucked...I mean sucked really hard, like the sucking will pull all the piss out of my already raging hard cock. I just fucking love that. It feels so good. I let him think he was getting it all (it was a very full bladder) then he sucked me off for a while...didn't spill a drop.

I slid my still hard cock out and as I did, I let round two go. He jerked forward to catch it, but I pushed him back onto his ass. He lay there, looking surprised as I covered him from head to toe in my piss. I paid special attention to his cock, which went from soft to rock hard as I directed my stream between his furry thighs. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke is fast and hard. I made him stop. Fucking kid, he's not getting off until I'm ready. Then, when round two was contained, I squatted down and started to lick my piss off every inch of him. It was in my goatee, it was all over me. I'd move to his mouth every now and again to spit the captured piss in there. He was going nuts, loving every minute.

We lay there in the tub covered in piss for what seemed like an hour. We finally got up and rinsed off a little (I mean, I hadn't even had a chance to sleep in the bed yet :-) We headed out to the bed, and I wrapped up his cock and balls with some of my parachute cord with the core removed...great for CBT. Everything was nice and tight so I started playing with his package. He moaned at times and groaned at others. I got busy licking on his piss soaked hole with my tongue. There is nothing finer than a nice smooth hole to lick. He was squirming and grinding into me, and I was hard as a rock. Wasn't long before I asked if he wanted some more piss. He smiled and nodded.

He was on his back and I was between his legs. I got up and slid my cock and PA into his hole without any effort at all. I love a bottom that knows when to be tight and when to relax. When I'm coming at you with a 2ga PA, it's time to relax and let it all in. He did just that. I buried my cock in his ass and then gave him a quick warning to be ready, and to not lose a drop. Now like I said, i had not pissed all day and had a lot built up, I find that when I get into piss play, the very act of holding and portioning it out make me want to piss more. I sprayed a long steady stream into my little piss cub's ass for a while. He was going nuts, very verbal. I could feel the heat as the hot piss swirled around my cock. I started to fuck him hard and fast, and he was stroking his very red, very swollen, bound up cock. Flipped him over and went at him some more. He was so into it, and that always makes me more excited.

We continued to fuck for quite a while and then, I couldn't hold it any more. All that piss surrounding my dick and I was ready to blow. I came hard and then just slowed down to let all of the piss and cum mix together. He held it in nicely as I pulled out, and then spun around with his cock in hand and started to shoot himself. I jumped on his cock with my mouth and swallowed every drop.

He said he wanted to leave with my piss and cum in him, and I thought that was a great idea...He got dressed and headed out, and I took a shower and then caught a few minutes nap, before meeting the gang for dinner.

Funny, I thought I'd get a whole day in one post, but looks like I'm gonna need multiples...hahaha