Mop and bucket! Room 27 please!

The last few guys I’ve met from GMM have been arranged at a western suburb SoP venue and we’d usually arrange to meet inside, and after our eyes have adjusted to the dim light so we know what we’re getting into.

Fortunately, to date, both the person I’m meeting and I have been pleasantly impressed and we’d usually take a private room and let it all happen.

Occasionally I’d be lured out into a public area (orgy room etc) for all to watch, some even getting involved. One guy even led me around on a collar and chain; with a crop. Funny how guys swarm behind you to see what punishment you’re about to get.

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Having endured no M to M action over the break, I was keen to get back into it. I was actually out shopping and had a sudden urge for man-sex. It didn’t help that I was in the vegetable department of a grocery shop, especially when I came to the zucchinis.

Sorting through (and letting my imagination run wild), I noticed a very odd shaped one. It was about nine inches long, two inches in diameter but had a huge bulbous end that would have easily measured three inches in diameter. Now I’m talking diameter!

I just had to have it so I added it to the trolley goods and pressed on to finish the shopping, keen to get home to see if this butt plug-like thing was going to fit.

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Arriving home and having quickly sorted the shopping, I douched up ready for the attack. I positioned myself on the floor and slowly began to insert the zucchini, moving around to be more comfortable; each millimetre it slid in.

I could feel my hole swelling from the spread necessary for this thing to slide in… a happy pain. Minutes later, I felt relief as the large ball-like section went beyond the perennial; my arse lips now hugging the slimmer section of the stem.

I continued to work it and spun around so I could get an image of it through the mirror on the robe door. It was tight.

It took all my yoga experience to endure removing it – then pushing it back in: all the while, watching in the mirror.

My arse was a fanny pink colour, much looser than last time I’d looked. It almost looked like a fanny… my own juices were now mixing with the lube and the zucchini was becoming easier to enjoy.

It was just like a butt plug. I could stand, move around and it wasn’t going to slide out!

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‘Someone has to see this’ I thought, this is too good and I’ll enjoy it a lot more if I had a driver 

Even though I’d only ever been to this club scene thing in the west by meeting someone, I thought about dropping by seeing I had a brief appointment in the Parramatta area.

Having dealt with what I had to do, I made a B-Line to the Club; parked my car and headed for the door with the zucchini wedged in the elastic of my footy shorts. I paid the admission fee, entered and undressed – draped with a towel… zucchini now wedge between it and my waist.

A quick re-douche, and then off to a room that I’d remembered as the ‘massage table room’, named for obvious reasons. This was a good way for me to allow my eyes to adjust, AND check out how many guys were around.

I jumped onto the table, face down… fully unclad, and placed the zucchini between my legs waiting for the first person to come in.

Minutes flew by; guys walked in – checked the room and walked out. I’d reckoned there were about fifteen guys in the place, given that each had ‘cruised’ by: and the car park was quite empty.

After about ten minutes, I was about to get up when I noticed the shadow of a person about to enter. This guy hung around and watched the screen playing in the room, glancing back at me; and back and forth between me and the screen again.

He then closed the door, removing his own towel as he came closer to the table. I remained still (face down) and felt him divide my legs and arse cheeks exposing both hole and tool.

He took a lot of time inspecting the hole, then added more lube and took to the zucchini.

Slowly, he began to penetrate me. Like at home, it took a couple of minutes to slide in but once in, he began a rotary movement to make sure I could feel it inside. And I did… nicely.

He really knew what he was doing and before long he was thrusting it deeper and harder as I became wetter; listening to the ‘popping’ sound it made as he removed it completely, then throwing it back in.

By this time I was completely comfortable being tossed around inside; he had a huge hard-on and was tugging away as he played until he let out a scream of relief, blowing his load onto my arse cheeks – and then a sigh.

“Thanks pal, that was awesome. You OK?” he asked.

“I’m great… felt great! Thanks”

With that, he towelled up and left me in the room with the zucchini still inserted, door wide open.

I lay there for no more than three minutes when another guy entered and closed the door. A guy about forty, slim to medium build with fair hair. He was quiet and again neither of us said a word. He went straight for the zucchini sticking out of my arse and began working it.

He was getting off with the ‘popping sound’ as well, as he pulled it away quickly then slowly pushed it back through again. Until now, I’d felt I’d only taken the ball itself and not the full nine inches of its length. This guy was about to change all this.

Having slid it back in, he slowly gave pressure in pushing it as far up as it’d go. The first few times was painful but each time he did, it became easier; going an extra inch each time.

I could feel it up in my stomach… so much so that I put my hand to it, to feel how much was left exposed - None.

“You’ve got it all” he said. “The whole thing is inside you”

I made no reply except to smile at him: ‘Mission accomplished’

He clawed at what was left of the exposed zucchini and withdrew it completely. Suddenly I felt empty. Then I felt a finger; two, then three and four and realised he was attempting to fist-fuck me.

I’d only been fisted twice before, both times from guys on this site. It was difficult at first but he insisted “Relax, it’s no bigger than what you’ve just had, just a different shape”

I laid and concentrated but he was making no lee-way with his trying. He continued the pressure and wouldn’t let up, pushing harder – even if I showed a small amount of resistance.

“Relax, you’ll like it” he said.

We heard a door close next to the room we were in. I’d noticed a large hole in the wall between the two rooms before, and began hearing “Yea, that’s it! Slide it right into the fucker…”, then jeering as each millimetre of his hand slide into my hole.

This made me even hornier and I was determined to take this fist. I pulled up into doggie position whilst his hand was half in and used my weight to help by backing onto him so his fist could sink slowly into me.

It did… a scream and somewhat relief that he had, his whole hand was now inside me twirling around.

The guy next door (through the hole) was celebrating! “Pump it!” he was calling.

By now, we’d arranged quite an audience behind the locked door, wondering what was going on inside. The guy with me continued fisting me; removing it and replacing it, as it became easier to do so. There was no more pain; no more apprehension. He pulled out and he slid back in… as he wanted.

I couldn’t believe it became that easy and even took his wrist to make sure he was right in. He was definitively IN, wrist and all.

“Relax” he said, “I want to go all the way”.

I stayed in doggie position thinking: You haven’t already gone all the way? Then he applied more pressure and I again began to feel the force of his arm. He was pushing even further, in.

“There’s another hole inside I need to feel for, relax. This is the good part” he said.

He pushed his hand further into me and I could feel every part of it as he entered what he described as the other hole. It was no big deal, and it felt good but I could again feel my hole stretching open. His arm?

He was well into the ‘second hole’ when I reached around to feel what part of his arm was left. I’m not sure which feeling was most surprising, the feel of a limb up through my stomach or what little was left of his arm between his wrist and elbow.

His fingers were felt like they were searching; fluttering around which aroused me even more.

The guys outside the room were now forcing at the door, trying to create cracks through which they could see what was going on.

His hand pulled back into my bowel again, and I was nearly coming. He knew this and said “Want to go outside?”

“Sure” I said. I knew these guys wanted to see what was happening and this would turn me on even more!

“I’m staying inside you” he said. “Stand up and carefully bring yourself off the table”

I did… with his fist still inside me, he guided me to open the door and walked me out into the public area.

Guys stood back, glaring. No one said anything except the guy with his fist in me. “Right… then left, keeping walking; now left again”

We ended up in a video lounge – me, forced again back onto my hands and knees still with this guy’s fist buried deeply.

About twenty or so guys looked on while the guy fist-fucked me, pulling completely out, and then pushing it straight back in again. I could hear iPhones clicking; some wanted this in a movie or photograph.

“Who’s next?” the guy asked. Another guy moved in and quickly replaced his hand with the guy inside me. A bigger guy for sure.

I screamed (and it was all pleasure) especially knowing these guys were ‘unloading’ themselves each time I did.

I felt sprays and splatters of cum across my back and arse each time I let a call for mercy, out. I was in awe of everything… here I was, shopping and now?

The guy pulled his fist from me and another came in immediately and slammed his cock into my arse. I couldn’t take it any more; I rolled aside and screamed into painful orgasm whilst everyone else cheered, saying “Way to go mate”, “Well done!”

I lay in fetal position for about five minutes, spent and wasted. Guys were still jacking off and targeting their loads over me… as more arrived, the more joined in.

Mop and bucket! Room 27 please!