MISTER "X"

Mister "X" must go unnamed. But what a behemoth! Truly a tremendous trunk of Pornstar cock.

Mister "X" and I were hanging one night in NYC, just goofing around and playing show-and-tell with our bags of tricks. Mister "X" whipped out a multi-strap contraption that he had created. It looked innocent enough, consisting of two leather and nylon straps joined at the middle in the shape of (drum-roll, please) ...an "X!" Mister "X" laid the straps on the bed, put me on top of the straps, and when he lifted the straps beneath me, magically up I rose. He tossed me around like a rag doll, slammed me down onto his treetrunk over and over and over again. Next, it was my turn to show and tell.

Not wanting to be outdone, I suggested we go out for some fresh air. I pulled on my slutty jeans, a pair of Levi's with the stitches removed up the ass seam. They're fun because no one can see that they're modified. There's no "hole" in the fabric, just an un-stitched seam where the two sides still come together and appear untouched. So I can wear them on the street to provide easy access for entering my hole. MIster "X" pulled his cock out through his fly, came up behind me, and slid it in my ass through the slit in my jeans, wrapping his arms around me in a bear hug.

In that position, with his anaconda cock balls deep up my ass, we walked out the front door of my Hell's Kitchen apartment, right down ninth avenue, and through the crowds of fags who could totally tell we were fucking, but could not see any skin at all. Fucking in public, in plain sight, with no indecent exposure and, therefore, no broken law. Classic and classy!