It was the desert’s annual weekend celebration of leather and fetish pride. So what is a horned up Asian guy to do but go down and join the celebrations in Palm Springs and hope that he can find action.
Being “fresh meat,” it was pretty easy to make the first hook up. This being Palm Springs, Bert (not his real name) listed his age as 59, 6’1, 170 lbs with an 8” uncut thick dick. He was mixed breed but mostly black with thick dark facial hair, dark hooded eyes and some tattoos.
And with that I started to get prepared for what I hoped was going to be a long raunchy night of sex. I drove to his place and it was pitch dark. For those of you who have never been to Palm Springs, the residential areas do not have street lights, it is completely dark, you could literally walk naked and no one would notice.
He ushered me into his driveway and locked the gates, wearing only a bathrobe. Then he ordered me to strip and get into position in the kitchen table. There he had a cushion ready for his bottom’s head while he eats his way into your clean ass. He took off his bathrobe and I could see he was ready. He had a harness on, combat boots with black socks and a red jock strap that hid nothing of his bulge. He had a full face of beard which I love and I was moaning in ecstasy as we made eye contact and he clearly showed hunger as he dove down the kitchen floor and munched on my fleshy butt. Once he wet my ass well enough, he put some lube on his cock and shoved the whole thing inside in one go. I had barely time to hit the popper bottle properly. He gave me a face towel for that purpose since he told me that popper fumes make him lose his erection. Fair enough. Bottoms (some at least) need poppers, tops need ass to sink into, it’s just the law of the universe. When we had our groove going, he talked dirty to me, describing how my ass was making his cock feel good and hard and horny for more. He asked if I had any fetishes. Without any hesitation given the location I said “outdoor sex.”
“Come with me,” he announced pulling out of me and getting his paraphernalia and towels. “Keep your sneakers on!” he commanded.
We went to his back garden area bordering the unseen pool behind the tall trees that obscured it in the dark. He let me lie down on the edge of a prepared massage table with my butt sticking out. Up went my legs and he grabbed both my ankles and in what I only describe as full top abandon, opened my long legs and fucked my fleshy raw bottom with his hard erection, while he played with his nipples. I love it when tops can find their inner strength in opening bottom guys like that, and when a bottom know that his legs are meant to be spread wide open without the objection of cramping!
“What’s that?” I asked him.
I head the distinct rustling noise of some dried leaves crumpling to our right. A trash can also sounded like it got knocked over, as someone scrambled over it.
“It must be my neighbors, watching us, I give them a show from time to time,” he replied.
Fuck yeah, I arched my legs even way up his shoulders and he withdrew to show his engorged cock to the unseen voyeur. I had no idea of who he or they were or if they could see us in the dark. It was then that I realized that a small outdoor awning light was left on, clearly illuminating us to whoever was watching. They sure made enough sounds to make us know the show was appreciated.
I looked straight up at the clear sky. Looking at the clear moon and the brilliant stars and in that instant realized why desert dwellers didn’t need street lights. Awesome. Who needs TV, when you can make your own sex in the city and let your neighbors watch.
Bert fucked me a bit more, and the rustling noises continued - was there a rotation of roommates, or what? I didn’t really care. I was totally in a selfless state of mind that night.
“They know I fuck young boys out here, I sometimes fuck in broad day light, so they can see what is going on,” he said.
“Really? And your boys don’t mind being watched?” I asked.
“Do you mind being watched?” he retorted, burying the big head of his cock inside my ass lips and rotating his hips in a circular motion.
“I love being watched with my butt sticking out like crazy, and my long legs against your shiny dark skin, glistening with sweat in the moonlight.”
“Do you think they know we’re not using rubbers?” I continued to prod.
“Yeah,” he nodded while he continued to slow grind his hips into my fleshy hole.
“How come?” I asked.
“Because they see I piss inside my bottoms. And I’m about to piss inside you just about now,” he grunted and slurred as he slowed his pace and stood still in the dark.
Warm, warm liquid filled my anal passage. It was a stream of bladder juice and he groaned as if he were coming. I opened my ass and some of the piss spilled out and made his cock feel even warmer. He stopped pissing and relishing in the moment as we both grinned at each other, then with a second moan he arched and released his second warm stream inside my gut which could only take as much. A definite dripping sound could be heard as it spilled onto the pavement below.
“Deliciously warm and freshly fucked booty, boy!” he growled, not attempting to lower his voice in the still of the night.
I exhaled letting go of more the warm liquid gathered inside my rectum, splashing it back onto his bare cock still half inside me.
“Oh boy, it feels so nice as you spill it back to me, boy!” he continued the nasty talk, clearly enjoying the dribble of urine down his balls and legs. “Good boy!” he was in a trance as he played with his nipples.
After a while, he continued to fuck me using just spit for lube but it was clear though that Bert wasn’t ready to come due to some pill fueled erection. He asked if I had a curfew and I said I had to be back before midnight. A lie of course, which he clearly saw through. He then told me in that case, he arranged for another bottom to come at 10 pm. I couldn’t agree more with him. He was a super top and his cock needed to be shared with other bottoms. We played a bit more until his phone buzzed madly with the next bottom announcing he was on his way. I quickly dashed to the bathroom to soap and freshen up and got dressed and was out of his driveway in five minutes flat.
After all, another party beckons and the night is still young. Stay tuned for the continuation of the story.
Bert: you've got a hot ass to eat and breed raw. i smoke, love a slut bottom to kiss, eat his clean ass and fuck raw.
Me: i’m visiting, in town only for a night. wanna hook up? here’s my number 555-555-5555.
Bert: i am into heavy kissing, eating your clean ass, fuck you raw, cum, then fill you with my piss. i can be ready by 6:30 pm to host you in my house, i live in *bleeeeep* (760) 555-5555.
Me: Ok, I have just checked in at my hotel in Vista Chino, I need Google to find you.
Bert: *Gives address* call or text me when you get to my gate. i will come and open it, getting off line to get ready.
I head the distinct rustling noise of some dried leaves crumpling to our right. A trash can also sounded like it got knocked over, as someone scrambled over it.
Fuck yeah, I arched my legs even way up his shoulders and he withdrew to show his engorged cock to the unseen voyeur. I had no idea of who he or they were or if they could see us in the dark. It was then that I realized that a small outdoor awning light was left on, clearly illuminating us to whoever was watching. They sure made enough sounds to make us know the show was appreciated.
