F*cking With AJ Sloan: My First DP in the Sleazy Big Easy

December 8, 2023
AJ SLOAN

Every now and again, it can be healthy and wholesome to give new things a go, no matter how hard it makes your heart beat out of your chest. Like backing down from the high dive at the pool, you’ll likely be dry and full of regret if you don’t take that plunge. Cue slutty story from AJ’s past. Time to get sleazy in the Big Easy…

This ho-story takes us back to my last visit to New Orleans, my favorite place south of the Mason-Dixon Line. There is something about New Orleans that has my zipper going down faster than Nancy Reagan in any given casting room. As one would expect of me, I had been enjoying the local cuisine of man-meat upon arrival, but little did I know that I’d be double-popping my cherry with a new sexperience on this trip.

On day one, I met (f*cked) a super cute/super cool local artist on Grindr who happened to host a handful of parties and events around town. The dick was on point and so were his vibes, super hospitable to say the least. This one night, he had invited me to have a threesome in an old warehouse that he’d be hosting a party in later the same evening. Needless to say, this got my adrenaline pumping and my dick plumping, and I almost immediately accepted without any hesitation or regard for my mortality.

After sharing my location with my friends (mama ain’t raise no fool), I Ubered my hot and horny ass over to the given address, a desolate area populated only by a few empty buildings and a tumbleweed or two. The tableau was something out of a horror movie rather than a porn, and I was all about it.

Before I could text them, my gracious host emerged out from the side of a building and motioned for me to follow before disappearing behind it again. I followed, of course, and as we turned the corner to the back of the building I saw his friend (one whom I had met the night prior at a party and also had been messaging on Grindr unaware that they were one and the same) reclined on a bench with a piece of straw hanging out from between two juicy lips, like that farmhand who lends more than a hand.

The three of us walked in through the wide open back door to the decrepit warehouse and made our way through a series of rooms, each one smaller than the last like Russian dolls. The irony, if this were the Texas Chainsaw Massacre we would be heading in the opposite direction. Instead, we were making our way deeper into the space. Luckily, the only tool of impaling we were in store for was that good ol’ dick.

We reached our final destination, one large circular bank vault door, the huge round ones you see being broken into in heist films, and just right inside happened to be an old mattress on the ground like something out of Sketchy Sex. “Sketchy” was exactly the vibe at this point, but there was no turning back at this point. Thinking that this might be the last blow job I’d ever give, I went down to my knees and put both of their cocks in my mouth.

From here, things escalated fast. As it was a hot summer night, all three of us were without clothes within seconds. Embracing the grit, we all descended onto the mattress and a cacophony of oral f*ckery ensued. Rimming, sucking, fingering each other, we rapidly approached a state of sexual frenzy. Covered in saliva and sweat, all of our cocks were at full salute and craving more than each other’s warm mouths.

Before I knew it, I found myself in the middle of a man-stack, my hard cock thrust deep into the depths of my host's hole, farmhand balls deep in me. We moved like organic pistons in and out of each other with our sweat-soaked skin pressed up against one another. There were so many moments when I was about to bust my nut inside that hole of his but resisted. After all, we were just getting started.

My host had gotten worn out by my cock, as some do. But his ingenuity rose to the occasion as he had the bright idea of double penetrating me with his friend. Again, I am not one to shy away from new challenges and I immediately obliged. We reconfigured to accommodate our newly established objective. Slow and steady, they both worked their cocks into me as I took breaths as deep as the Atlantic.

At first, I was nervous. I had not told either one of them that this was my first time taking two dicks simultaneously. Well, simultaneously in my ass at least. They were none the wiser, however, as in no time they were f*cking me hard and deep, their cocks shoulder to shoulder (or nuts to nuts, rather) in the tight quarters of my hole. It wasn’t long before the farmhand blew his load in me, his cock tightly pressed up against his buddies as they both continued to pump it deeper into me.

Mere seconds later, my host pulled out and came all over the both of us. Like the Bellagio water show in Vegas, I, in turn, blew my wad sky-high almost in sync with him. What can I say? Cum showers get me off HARD. Filthy with sweat, cum, and whatever else was on that mattress in that vault, the three of us lay there in our afterglow with nothing but the moonlight from the not so nearby window to call us out as the proud whores we were.

Going into the experience, I thought I might be walking into my demise. Coming out, I had two sexy new friends who I still keep in touch with today. Sometimes you have to take the plunge. More often than not you cum out the other side happy that you did.