Basement Stories

He turned very religious and that drove a wedge between us. I miss his cock and balls very much.
 
My first sexual exploration happened in my parents basement. My cousin would come over and she taught me how to climb a poll. (;structural poles to support floor joists). As I climbed up, I felt my crotch rub against the pole and it tingled. When no one was around Id climb it naked. My cock got so hard and felt good rubbing the entire underside of my flesh against the painted metal. Id hump that pole like it was a womans leg. Of course my cock straight up pointing to my belly pressed between my skin and the pole stimulated the most sensitive part of my dick and made me ache. I found my brothers hustler stash and humped the pole until I secreted fluid out which at the time I had no idea what it wasšŸ˜‚. I finally learned to use my hand and often hold on to the pole, rub myself and then stroke my cock hard until I came. There was carpet in that room and I tried cleaning it up. Years of semen accumulated and my parents finally replaced the carpet, couldnt figure out why the carpet was stained and so stiff

Later on when I had my own basement I watched tons of porn and masturbated to all kinds. Tranny, bisex, gay, lesbian ,interracial. I had a vcr and dvd and mags. It was my escape and I experimented ways to pleasure myself. I even found myself humping the same kind of pole from time to time. Oh the good ole days!!
The house Im in now has no basement, so its hard to find an escape. This is where I started to venture out and meet other men and watch porn, then get on all fours and suck their cocks. But i wish I still had a basement where I could invite men over, watch porn and have hot same sex fun.
 
My first sexual exploration happened in my parents basement. My cousin would come over and she taught me how to climb a poll. (;structural poles to support floor joists). As I climbed up, I felt my crotch rub against the pole and it tingled. When no one was around Id climb it naked. My cock got so hard and felt good rubbing the entire underside of my flesh against the painted metal. Id hump that pole like it was a womans leg. Of course my cock straight up pointing to my belly pressed between my skin and the pole stimulated the most sensitive part of my dick and made me ache. I found my brothers hustler stash and humped the pole until I secreted fluid out which at the time I had no idea what it wasšŸ˜‚. I finally learned to use my hand and often hold on to the pole, rub myself and then stroke my cock hard until I came. There was carpet in that room and I tried cleaning it up. Years of semen accumulated and my parents finally replaced the carpet, couldnt figure out why the carpet was stained and so stiff

Later on when I had my own basement I watched tons of porn and masturbated to all kinds. Tranny, bisex, gay, lesbian ,interracial. I had a vcr and dvd and mags. It was my escape and I experimented ways to pleasure myself. I even found myself humping the same kind of pole from time to time. Oh the good ole days!!
The house Im in now has no basement, so its hard to find an escape. This is where I started to venture out and meet other men and watch porn, then get on all fours and suck their cocks. But i wish I still had a basement where I could invite men over, watch porn and have hot same sex fun.
Our house has a basement...and a pole... ;)
 
Im a closeted married bi guy. I have many fantasies. I use my basement as my sexual escape. No one else goes down there so i can let lose. I do the laundry in my wifes panties. I masterbate to gay and transexual porn. I hump a huge stuffed bear. I want to buy a strap on so i can ride the bear. I am going to use this thread to share my adventures in the sex basement.
Hopefully others will use this thread to share likewise. I love to hear all about others adventures and fantasies to let lose and have fun.
I need a friend with a basement!
 
I would love to have a friend to go down and play darts or pool and allow curiosity to take over.
Yeah, it was pretty good, I’m not going to lie. Good enough that I’ve craved riding cock ever since (but I guess I was craving to ride cock even before that,… just hadn’t taken the plunge yet).
 
Yeah, it was pretty good, I’m not going to lie. Good enough that I’ve craved riding cock ever since (but I guess I was craving to ride cock even before that,… just hadn’t taken the plunge yet).
That sounds really hot. Do you have a longer post about that experience or would you mind elaborating for the tops who are also very curious about sucking and bottling?
 
Well, I met the guy he was in his fifties, I was about 21) at an adult bookstore, he cruised me in the dark hallway and then we talked I. The parking lot. I followed him home and gave him my first blowjob that wasn’t through a gloryhole.

I swung by his house a few more times to suck his cock on my way home from work. One day I swing by a lingerie shop on the way home and bought an outfit and some lube. Thigh highs, panties and a merrywidow with garters. I knocked on his door and he welcomed me and led me down to his basement. I excused myself and went into the bathroom and nervously got changed into my outfit. When I walked back into the main room he smiled from the couch. I walked up, dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock. I wasn’t very good (yet) but I was eager. I put the lube on the cushion next to him. He got the idea and he opened it and leaned over and started rubbing a slick finger up and down the crack of my ass and poking into my hole. I was nervous and excited just thinking about what was happening. After a couple of minutes he pushed me off of his cock and stood to strip. He motioned me onto the couch and I got on my knees, bent over the arm of the couch with my head down. He positioned himself behind me, I don’t remember anything either one of us may have said. He didn’t pull my panties down, he moved them to the side and he rubbed the head of his cock up and down the crack of my ass, teasing me, maybe giving me a chance to back out… then he lined up and started to push in slowly. He was gentle, I can say that for sure, and it hurt. I’m sure that I must have said ā€œnoā€ two or three or a hundred times, but I stayed right where I was. He stayed right there too, slowly pushing in letting me adjust. When he finally started to ā€˜fuck me’ I just lay there and let him do it. I didn’t move or push back, I wasn’t a good fuck that first time. He jumped my ass until he came in me. Then we both got up and I went to the bathroom to clean up and change. I left the outfit there and wore it for him a few more times. Then he moved and I never saw him again. But he was my first and he turned on my ā€˜slut switch’ and I’m thankful for it :)
 
Well, I met the guy he was in his fifties, I was about 21) at an adult bookstore, he cruised me in the dark hallway and then we talked I. The parking lot. I followed him home and gave him my first blowjob that wasn’t through a gloryhole.

I swung by his house a few more times to suck his cock on my way home from work. One day I swing by a lingerie shop on the way home and bought an outfit and some lube. Thigh highs, panties and a merrywidow with garters. I knocked on his door and he welcomed me and led me down to his basement. I excused myself and went into the bathroom and nervously got changed into my outfit. When I walked back into the main room he smiled from the couch. I walked up, dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock. I wasn’t very good (yet) but I was eager. I put the lube on the cushion next to him. He got the idea and he opened it and leaned over and started rubbing a slick finger up and down the crack of my ass and poking into my hole. I was nervous and excited just thinking about what was happening. After a couple of minutes he pushed me off of his cock and stood to strip. He motioned me onto the couch and I got on my knees, bent over the arm of the couch with my head down. He positioned himself behind me, I don’t remember anything either one of us may have said. He didn’t pull my panties down, he moved them to the side and he rubbed the head of his cock up and down the crack of my ass, teasing me, maybe giving me a chance to back out… then he lined up and started to push in slowly. He was gentle, I can say that for sure, and it hurt. I’m sure that I must have said ā€œnoā€ two or three or a hundred times, but I stayed right where I was. He stayed right there too, slowly pushing in letting me adjust. When he finally started to ā€˜fuck me’ I just lay there and let him do it. I didn’t move or push back, I wasn’t a good fuck that first time. He jumped my ass until he came in me. Then we both got up and I went to the bathroom to clean up and change. I left the outfit there and wore it for him a few more times. Then he moved and I never saw him again. But he was my first and he turned on my ā€˜slut switch’ and I’m thankful for it :)
These are exactly the type of stories I want to have in my basement. You are a lucky guy. I want to be someone's sissy soooooo bad.
 
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