Fictitious Story in honour of ChicagoSam - A gift from LPSG Members!

[biguy2738]

Some of this weekend's posts had me rolling on the floor with laughter...I am floored by the humour, wit and imagination that you guys have.

Last night I read one of Sam's fictitious stories and was impressed not only by his imagination but by his excellence at putting it down in words. I can just imagine the amount of time it must take for him to share his talents with us.

So I'm thinking, "wouldn't be cool to express our gratitude to him for all his contributions to the site?" I'm pretty certain that we will have loads of fun in the process.

I'll start the story off, and everyone is welcome to add on to the story as and when they see fit.


CRASH! Sam spun around at the sound of his front door falling down, splinters flying everywhere.
"What the fu..." he began to say when he realised that someone had broken it down and was now standing in his living room.

"Who the hell are you?" Sam demanded, his fear outweighed by anger.
"My name is Sven, and I am a sailor from Sweden. I've been reading your fictitious stories whilst being out at sea for the past month. My nuts have been aching to meet you." Sam glanced at his forearms, the skin straining to hold in a combination of muscles, sinew and veins. "Promising," he thought as he licked his lips.

"Step aside Mama's Boy, you'll get your turn...if you behave yourself." In stepped Meg, adorned from head to toe in original Versace S&M, B&D, dungeon related gear. "Meg, what are you..."

"That's Ms Queen Tattooed Mama Meg to you lover boy" she shouted as her whip cracked against Sam's back. "Ouch!" Sam yelped, the pleasure spreading his lips into a smile. "If you play your cards right, Mama will show you her latest tattoo..."

"Only after Invisible Man plays his romantic voodoo majik," said Invisible Man bearing gifts of candles and aromatherapy oils."

THUD. Everybody turned and faced Biguy as he bent down to gather up what seemed to be reams and reams of paper. Sam looked at him questioningly. "The others noticed that I have a knack at being long winded, so they nominated me to document this event," he explained.

"Surprise!" In stepped Think Kink and Matthew, adorned in platinum and diamond cock ring wedding bands. "We've just returned from our honeymoon and couldn't miss this get together for the world"....:smile:

 

[biguy2738]

...Sultry Simone was next to greet Sam, "hello Big Boy...can't wait for you to make me sigh and moan."

Sam was stunned, though his taste was for the young and hung department, somehow her barely audible, sensuous whisper had wrapped its hand around his ever growing member, leading it to greater heights.

"Positions please, everybody!" In stepped Adult Movie producer and porn star extraordinaire, Jeff Black. While some of the member flocked around Jeff, either flashing or begging him to autograph their wares, Sam sighed while rubbing his head. "How the hell did they manage to pull this one off?" he asked himself in anticipation with what was to follow....

 

[biguy2738]

Think Kink turned to Meg and said, "nice outfit, but I always prefer there babies." In an instant she pulled out a pair of leather tassles for her nipples. Each strip of leather had a diamond on the end. Matthew smiled a knowing smile, stepped forward and began to caress her voluptuous breasts, paying special attention to her nipples...getting them ready for their state of dress.

Sultry Simone glared at Think Kink, she knew that wearing her thong backwards would be no match to Think Kink's tassles.

The other group members started to arrive in drips and drabs, not soon enough by Sam's standards. He couldn't could wait to get started, neither could his dick, Sam realised as looked down at his bulge. He had never been so hard before. "Please God," Sam prayed, "please don't let the buttons give in under the strain." Sam knew that if his fly popped open, he'd poke out an eye. It had happened to him once before! It wasn't always easy to tame his dragon!

Bang! Sam spun around. Meg cracked her whip. Biguy buried his nose in the keyboard. NJGT was seated on Hickboy's lap, who in turn was seated on a chair - clutching on to it as if his life depended on it!

"You guys are ruining the set," boomed Jeff Black's voice, "what is the meaning of this?"

"We were playing musical chairs. Hickboy is so competitive that he won't get out of it...and I don't want him to win..."

"Enough! Either both of you get out of the chair and behave yourselves or Mama's going to punish you." With that, Meg whipped out a dildo of seismic proportions, the type that when dropped, can flatten buildings.

Hickboy broke into a sweat, Sven broke into a grin, Simone glared, she'd been upstaged...again. Jeff Black shook his head, Biguy buried his nose even closer to the screen, his fingers flying on the keyboard like a seasoned dancer, though deep inside he knew there were typos he didn't dare go back to correct his errors for fear of missing out on the action...



Come on guys, this isn't supposed to be a one man show.

 

[jeff black]

Come on guys, this isn't supposed to be a one man show.

*Loves the fact that I am in this story, but wonders why I am such a dickhead?:tongue: *

With the attitude of a man who knows what he is doing, Jeff black quickly takes command, handing the lubricant out so that everyone is well coated with the slippery goo.

" Kink, you are gonna need it. Sam's so big that even YOU couldn't take his cock without the lubricant" suggests Jeff. It had been a long time since he had seen such erotic potential. It was inspiring an erection in his pants, but he wanted to make sure the others were ready to fuck before Jeff unleashed his throbbing member.

Encouraging Sam to lay back and relax, Jeff had Kink, NGJT,merc, hollyblue and Meg go to work on his penis, licking and sucking and caressing it into a state of full awareness. As the first scene was all about Sam and the ladies, Jeff sent Hickboy to the market to get some munchies for the gathering as well as the best alcohol and tea/coffee/juice/water.

 

[Gillette]

Hick returns in a limousine, having bumped into the British contingent, just arrived from their flight, along the way.

"Hello, ladies." purrs Kotchanski as she spots Think_Kink and Meg, dropping her cloak to reveal breasts made ever more bouyant by the merry widow corset she wears.

LordPendragon follows behind his smiile growing wider at Sam's surprised expression.

"I know you've been waiting for this a long time, Sam. And even though you're the star of this show, I'm going to defer to the director for my part." He turns to Jeff, "How do you want me?"

 

[IntoxicatingToxin]

Jeff throws Kotchanski a tube of lube and says, "Sam's a little busy at the moment, so just grab someone and have some fun."

With a little sweet talkin', Kotchanski gets HickBoy, Matthew, and Lordpendragon to engage in a threesome with her. Sam has a perfect view of the orgy from his vantage point, laying back and relaxing while he has five gorgeous women worshipping his cock.

"Ahem".... Jeff whips around when he hears the sultry voice of Uncut in the doorway. "Need any help around here?" he asks as he flashes Jeff a smile.

 

[B_Think_Kink]

In behind Uncut walks Tripod... and Kotch disapears from the boys as if she were never there. Kotch tackles him, and people coming in the door have to step over the couple making love. Sk_bum shows up in his shorts with a hammer in hand. Kink bursts out laughing and tell him he can hammer her home.

Meanwhile Kink has her eyes secretly on Hick, Matthew, and LPD, and directs one of them to take on the other two boys at the same time. As they fight about who is taking two, Alex8 is spotted running up the lawn, and prepares to sneak attack Jeff from behind.

 

[biguy2738]

As Alex8 and Jeff land on the grass, Jeff realises that Rageboy is watching them from behind a bush. "Sorry Rageboy," said Jeff as he struggled to pin Alex8 to the ground whilst trying to pull down his zipper, "but your dick is soooo...last week!"

By this time, Biguy was typing with all eleven fingers, perspiration forming rivers flowing down his cheeks. He froze when he realised that Meg was eyeing him. He was trapped! He had nowhere to run!

"Remember how you told me that once you'd had your way with me, I'd need a lemon to wipe the smile off my face?" Biguy felt as if he may need a change of underwear. He resumed typing, more furiously than ever...hoping in vain that Meg would forget about him.

"Today we are going to do things my way." Biguy jumped at the sound of the crack of her whip, his heart pounding like a drum being played upon in Africa.

"First you going to have the lemon, and then I'm going to have my way with you." In an instant Meg had spun him round, whipped down his pants and rammed the lemon past his plumber's cleavage.

Moans of ecstasy and pleasure shattered by his screams.

 

[Gillette]

....During this time LordPendragon gives a detailed instruction in bopperbasting to the uninitiated on the off chance that Jeff may wish to attempt to catch such supersexual feats on film.

Unfortunately, the world is to be deprived of this knowledge as Meg has Biguy2738 far to distracted with ecstacy to hear or document this highly technical information...

 

[B_cigarbabe]

Fortunately for Biguy 2738,cigarbabe and DC_DEEP came with more toys from his dungeon! They took Biguy2738 away from Meg's, lemon grinding
exercizes, and hoist him up in the now hangin sling seat.
With his ass, wide open to anything coming his way,they put his typewriter in whats left of his lap, so he can try, to distract himself whilst they are forcing evermore, larger cocks and assorted veggies into that waiting hole. Sam is watching, in intense fascination,at the tortous toys
they have brung! They have forced bonanza65 and JQ Blonde to be the
slaves boys,they have secretly wanted to be, for years.
While DC forces JQ into a head restraint and ball gag, he tells him; now
lets hear how much you, like those rw,moonbats up your ass!
While Sam is waiting his turn,cigarbabe tries to bury her face in kotchanski luscious,juicy tits, Meg pipes up, I want some of that too!

 

[chicagosam]

ROTFLMFAO! This is like the story version of the Three Word Game and the humor is completely at my expense! I am thorougly enjoying it! What a hoot! OK, everyone have your filthy way with me and each other and make it good and raunchy. Poppa Sam needs a good laugh! Thanks for all your contributions, and thanks to BiGuy for starting it. I am humbled yet horny.

:hail::hail::hail::hail::hail:
​

 

[STYLYUNG]

----And now another distraction is happening. Walking in, dressed in his best professorial finery is Fortiesfun, otherwise known as Doc to his friends. Even with his best professorial finery, Doc's attempt to camoflage his bulge is all for naught and Sam, seeing that softball sized bulge, has an immediate boner and he is about to cream his genes. Think Kink douses Sam with the ice from her drink which saves Sam's jeans from getting all slippery inside the crotch area. Sam proceeds to greet Doc with with warm hug including a firm pelvic thrust into that pillowy bulge. When Sam is up close to Doc, he notices Doc's lapel pin, which is a miniture of a 12 ounce Red Bull can. Doc lets Sam know that he wears that pin to warn possible partners that what he "has" is bigger in girth than a Red Bull can. Sam had seen Red Bull in the supermarket cooler so he slowly backed away from Doc just in case that Doc had some funny ideas concerning him.

 

[biguy2738]

"Look at what the cat dragged in!" The rage in Meg's voice brought all the piles of MM, MF, MMF, MMM (inserts your M's and F's according to your fantasies) to a cowering silence.

She had the scruff of a pimply man's neck in her hand. She was squeezing so tightly that everyone could see that most of his circulation was being cut off.

In one sudden movement, he was suspended from the floor, his feet kicking in desperation. The tension was so thick, one would need a chainsaw to cut through it.

The silence was broken by the sound of liquid flowing onto the floor, splashing everywhere. "Did you just piss on my stillettoes?" boomed Meg's voice... So loud that dogs in the neighbourhood started to howl.

Everyone realised that Meg's captive had just pissed himself. Then, they realised that he only needed half a pinky to hide the hardon that he was sporting. They were horrified, reminding themselves to book a couple of sessions of trauma counselling.

"LPSG, I'd like to introduce our dear friend Stud21." Upon saying that, she flung him into the crowd.
Everyone was so preoccupied with trying to get a piece of him, that they barely heard Meg's instructions to punish him.

 

[rubberwilli]

From the sounds emanating for the four corners of the O'Hare Hilton's Penthouse suite, it seems as though ChicagoSam and Rubberwilli have thrown the ultimate first gather of LPSG members.

JeffBlack and Alex8 are busy documenting the action for the LPSG produced rebuttal to the documentary that caused such a stir on the site several months ago.

Then it happens, in walks Vinny_Spiruccino, with Rubberwilli following close behind on a leash and collar.

Jeff quickly moves to hold back NoviceBottom who had earlier snuck in under Lord Pendragon's enormous cloak. "That's not fair Willi, I've fleshpiled with Vinny longer than you! It's not fair!"

Rubberwilli smiles from ear to ear and proclaims, "These are the benefits of hosting the first LPSG gathering Novice! Now stand back and let me show Vinny some Windy City Hospitality!" Vinny quickly adds, "Don't worry Novice, there's enough to go around!"

Vinny had toyed with the crew throughout his flight, just as he had with many LPSG'ers over the past months. Bringing them to the brink of orgasm and then diverting his attention to someone else, leaving his hapless admirers stewing in their own juices and beging for more! Several flight attendants, both male and female, had slipped him their phone and hotel numbers as they brought complimentary beverages and offered to fluff his "pillow". Vinny had resisted the urge to join the Mile High Club. In his exit row seat, the camouflage shorts did little to hide the enormous bulge tenting past the waistband, up into Vinny's white ribbed tank top and accompanying wet spot that seemingly grew larger with every heartbeat. Many would have called it obscene, but Vinny knew there was an appreciative crowd awaiting his arrival in Chicago.

You could hear the room hush as Vinny stepped up the dais in the middle of the room, pulling his newest pup behind him. Vinny's exhibitionist streak takes over and he is the first of many to ascend the special platform in the middle of the room.

"Stay on your knees where you belong. Now how about that big bone you've been aching for pup?" Rubberwilli can no longer resist, with mouth open wide, his tongue begins licking the pre-cum from Vinny's t-shirt, savoring each flavor, taste and smell, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Vinny slowly pats Willi's head and says "Good boy!" Then he slowly pushes Willi an arms length away, while he makes his cock jump under his shirt. There is an audible gasp in the room, and Willi's gaze darts between Vinny eyes and the tube of flesh under the shirt. He can feel the heat from the throbbing cock through the thin fabric of the wife beater.

"Patience, patience. Just a taste for now, but nothing else yet. You'll have to wait for the other guests to arrive. After all, you are the only host in the room." Rubberwilli curses ChicagoSam under his breath..."Where can he be?!"

Without being noticed, Sam had snuck out of the room to Terminal 5 and was awaiting the arrival of JetBlue flight 639 from NewJersey and SkullMason. Meanwhile other members are stationed throughout the airport awaiting flights from Arizona and the delicious abs and weapon of Punisher, a contingent of women where lined up to welcome the Texas flight of Quercusone, and last but not least flight "9010" from Florida with HardGuard. His ample supply of singlets, jocks, harnesses, boxerbriefs and other accountremont has a seperate luggage just for this occasion.

As Sam admired the bugling speedos in the Chicago2016 advertisement, he wonders to himself how many of these welcome parties will be able to hold off the short distance to the hotel. No doubt one of them will find their way to a deserted corner or handicapped restroom for a quick "getting to know you" session.

Thank goodness everyone has saved their vacation days, it looks like it's going to be a long weekend!

 

[invisibleman]

A rustic log cabin on top of a forestal hill of pines. Like a fucked up sundae with a red Monopoly real estate game piece on top. The cabin is stained a burgundy color.

A thin sinewy smoke tuft from its chimney climbs up an electric light blue sky. It doesn't have any partners to dance with. No clouds to be found. Just the sun hanging and a few Peregrines swimming in the upper blue sea.

A black Impala scurries up the hill towards the cabin and stops. An olive skinned woman in her 30s with pitch black sunglasses in a form fitting turquoise mid length dress steps out of the car. She has bone straight black hair shoulder length. A nice breeze from the lake on the bottom of the hill brushes her hair back quite making the strands ripple and quiver. But it is all right. Everything falls back into place.
She takes off her shades and scans over the panoramic expanse of trees, a large greenish brown lake with three cabins below facing its watery neighbor.

"This is Lake Pisces...nice." She doesn't smile at that revelation. She shuts the door. Walks around her car and runs up the three stairs to the door of the cabin. Just as she was about to knock on the door--the door opens quick.

"You must be Ms. Metairie...from Chicago." The man with the fortune cookie brimmed buttercream yellow cowboy hat. He is olive skinned as well. His face is weathered though. He is wearing a green threadbare T-Shirt with Quaker State Motor Oil weathered in white. He is wearing dark blue denim overalls and steel toed boots. He goes to shake her hand. She refuses.

"Call me Sam. Not Samantha. Not Sammy. Not Sammella. Sam. Got it?"

"Yes, Sam."

He reaches in his pocket for the keys to the cabin, pauses and laughs.

"Are you fucking laughing at me?!!"

"No. This is amazing."

"Why is that?"

"You are the third Sam from Chicago vacationing here on Lake Pisces."

"Sweet cinnamon peaches...Jeeves, can I have my FUCKING key?"

"Oh." He gives her the key. "Name is Ian. Not Jeeves, Sam. Enjoy your stay." The man backs up and closes the door just as easy as he opened it.

"What about my bags?"

He answers her from behind the door.

"This is Lake Pisces. Not the Hilton."

She laughs in disgust. She puts on her shades. Walks down the three steps, towards and around to her car. She gets in and drives down the hill turns right down to the lakefront cabins. Parks the car. Gets out. Checks which key and which is her cabin.

She looks at the oil brass skeleton key with a mirrored key chain bauble with the number "69=69".

"Sixty nine equals sixty nine...What the fuck?"

"What's wrong?"

She turns around quick startled. There is a red headed short stocky hairy chested guy in his mid 20s (carrying a huge black inner tube) wearing painted on red tartan square cut Speedos and Nike runners. No socks. She sees his thick cock and balls embossed like meat encased in cellophane wrap on white styrofoam trays in the supermarket.

"My key has sixty nine equals sixty nine on it. I am looking for my cabin. The guy up on the hill must be fucking with me."

"No. You are in the cabin with the equal sign on the door." He points a thick furry arm towards the middle cabin. "Sixty nine isn't a number. It is the symbol for Pisces. The fishes. Or yin/yang. The symbol for balance."

"Jeeves. I AM enlightened. Could you help me with my bags?"

"Sure."

She presses the key fob while she goes towards her cabin. Doot. Doot. The trunk pops open. The guy opens the trunk fully. He takes two large suitcases out, shuts the trunk and slings a medium sized overnight bag over his shoulder picking up the two suitcases. Even though the bags are heavy--he is strong as an ox with them. By the time he is up the stairs with the luggage she has the door open for him. He waddles and puffs his way in and places the luggage inside her door. He puts her overnight bag on the oaken valet table near the bathroom.

He goes to leave and turns around.

"My name is Sam. Sam Delaney. Not Jeeves."

"I know your name. Ian told me that there are three Sams vacationing on this lake."

"Nice meeting you--Sam."

"No, it's Ms. Metairie. WE AREN'T familiar yet."

"Familiar enough to take your luggage up eight stairs from your car to this cabin. I will call you, Sam."

He turns and walks out her door.

She laughs in amusement tinged with a little disgust.

 

[rubberwilli]

Foillowing Vinny's wishes, Rubberwilli assumes his co-host duties and walks over to DC_Deep and offers him a unique alternative for JQ. It seems a closet of the suite has been outfitted padded walls and a larger screen television that plays a continious loop of "HotTopic's" from The View.

"A few hours in there and he'll be begging to take it up the ass for the LW Moonbats of LPSG." says Rubberwilli. "Of course JQ will have to come out of the closet for that to happen."

No sooner have the placed JQ in the closet, when there is a knock at the door and in walks BigBull.

 

[Belly_Dancer]

Bigbull’s eyes widen when he spots NJQT, Merc, and Holly, who are still spoiling Sam. Even though Think_Kink has just doused Sam's cock in ice, it hasn’t cooled his ardor one bit. He is writhing in ecstasy and about to explode.

Artfulwilly’s deep, no-nonsense voice brings the foursome to a halt. “Stop!”

Holly stops immediately at her Master’s command. The other women take a bit longer, and then look at him curiously.

“He can’t come yet!” Artful explains. “We need to draw out his pleasure as long as possible.”

ChicagoSam groans and collapses to the floor.

Suddenly, the door swings open and slams against the wall. Bright light streams into the room.

“What in God’s name is going on here!” shouts Snoozan, projecting her sexy contralto voice above the cacophony of sighs, moans, screams, grunts, and slurping noises.

All activity comes to a halt.

BigGuy, still in the swing, looks up from his keyboard just as a lemon-juiced carrot falls out of his ass.

“Um...an LPSG orgy in honor of ChicagoSam….” he says, sheepishly.

“Well, I can see that,” says Snoozan, rolling her eyes, and then raising a brow in Jeff Black’s direction. “But it’s total chaos! There are at least forty people in here and everyone’s doing whomever the hell they want! You’ve got wasted resources. Why in the hell isn’t Uncut fucking someone by now? Why isn’t anyone attempting to suck Quercusone’s cock? Where’s the direction? Where’s the focus? And the lighting is all wrong. Are we making a film here, or not?”

Jeff Black stands taller, and Alex8 peeps out at Snooz from behind the camera.

“You bet your ass, we are!” says Jeff, and the room erupts in whoops and cheers.

“Then let’s do it right,” says Snoozan, taking command. “Hickboy! Don’t just stand there, do something! No matter how much you and Matthew try, Pendragon is not going to have sex with you!

“Kotchanski! Put Tripod down and slowly back away. Sk_bum, put that hammer down before someone gets hurt. Skull Mason! Take your cock out of Spoiled Princess’s mouth for a second, will ya? And who the hell are you?” she asks the tall, blonde man standing near the door.

“My name is Sven, and I am a sailor from Sweden…I have been here for thirty minutes and my nuts are still aching for Sam…”

“Great!,” she says. “You’re hot. Take your clothes off and go stand by Sam. But do not touch him yet! Holly, NJQT, and Merc, back off! It’s the boys’ turn now.”

Snooz quickly scans the room. “Where in the fuck is Nude Yorker?”

As if on que, Nude Yorker bursts in the door behind her, carrying several bags containing a delightful assortment of gargantuan condoms. “Sorry I’m late! I didn’t want us to run out of condoms and spoil the fun. You can never have too many condoms!”

“Hear hear!” says Lex, looking devastatingly sexy in a black leather harness as steps through the doorway, gently nudging Nude Yorker out of his way.

“All right!” says Snooz. “Listen up! I want NudeYorker, FortiesFun, Lex, Rubberwilli, Vinny, and Matthew over by Sam, Pronto!”

The guys move quickly to do her bidding.

“Novice! Now’s your chance to arrange the fleshpile the way you want. My only requirements are that Sam can still see what else is going on in the room, and that the whole thing looks good for the camera. Set up the scene, let Jeff and Alex know when you’re ready to shoot, then go ahead and join in the action!”

Novice rubs his hands together eagerly.

Knowing Sam is in good hands for the present, Snoozan turns her attention elsewhere. “Okay! While they’re filming the first scene, we can go ahead and set up for the second. DC_Deep, TattooedMamaMeg, Cigarbabe, and Artfulwilly! Put your heads and toys together and come up with a scene involving yourselves, Uncut, Holly, Matthew, Kink, Sk_bum, Kotchanski, and LordPendragon. If any of you aren’t into BDSM, too bad! You can deal with it for one day.”

“You! Slave!” she says to Bonanza65. “Figure out what InvisibleMan is smoking, and whether he brought enough for the rest of us.”

“Hey! What about the rest of us?” Tripod asks.

Snoozan shrugs and turns to Quercusone. “You’re into making videos, Querc. What do you think the third scene should be?”

"I'm not sure, but ChicagoSam should definitely be in it, since he's the guest of honor. Let's see," Quercusone muses, scratching his chin thoughtfully...

 

[rubberwilli]

“You! Slave!” she says to Bonanza65. “Figure out what InvisibleMan is smoking, and whether he brought enough for the rest of us.”

ROLTFLMAO!

Oh my gawd...perfectly placed and perfectly worded...I didn't see it coming and then WHAMMO...you are my new hero! I needed that one so bad!

And who knew you had this dominatrix side to you...that seemed to flow so naturally...I think I'm turned on!

 

[B_Think_Kink]

Kink sneaks up behind Quercusone, and grabs his cock... then follows him around making 'boing' sounds as his cock slaps around.

She is then distracted as OrbitzXT walks in with Xavian. Kink is then at the mercy of Jeff, Alex, and Snooz to have a scene with Matthew, Orbs, and Xavian.

DJG walks in with his guitar, and LINittanyLion is close behind him, eagerly awaiting to be assigned their parts. Rubberwilli is hard at task arranging the bondage part of the scene and taking names for who is volunteering, and who is going to be the chosen bottoms.

In walks Lex's Bubba, and then everyone starts cheering at the two, in celebration of their love.

Senor is welcomed with hugs, and slaps on the behind by everyone.

 

[invisibleman]

“You! Slave!” she says to Bonanza65. “Figure out what InvisibleMan is smoking, and whether he brought enough for the rest of us.”

I don't smoke. It is just ambience...a little dry ice and hot water. :smile: