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Exactly. I love a cocksucker who submits entirely to my hard thrusting cock deep down his throat. The more he chokes and fetches, the more I enjoy it. Do you enjoy your feeder balls deep cumming in your throat. Do you swallow a throat load?

Would love to see some strange big dick man balls deep in my wife giving her his cum load after load 💧💧

I want a gang bang FF. A group of man fisting me one after another. Tied down and gaged. No way out once I agree. Just surrender my hole totally. Having been FF by 2 guys in a row I have some idea to expect. But what will it be like after 3 or 4 or 5 or 6...... how long will it take my hole to recover from that kind of abuse? Of course it could be fewer men who FF more than once. I just want this long, long, long continuous use/abuse of my hole. Crazy maybe. But fuck I want to feel and go through that.

Part 1 It all started at the nightclub The bass was a physical force, a deep, primal thrum that vibrated up from the soles of their feet and into their chests. Inside the packed club, the air was thick with heat, sweat, and the sweet, cloying scent of spilled drinks. Strobe lights sliced through the darkness, illuminating a sea of moving bodies. Jake stands at 5’11’’, brown hair, boyish food looks. Clean shaven. Average build. He’s wearing tight jeans and a sweat soaked black tank top. At 42, Jake moved with a comfortable confidence, his arm often finding its way around the waist of his partner, Chad. At 21, Chad was a vision of youthful energy. His lean, sweaty and hairless torso glistened under the lights, his brown hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Every few minutes, his blue eyes would find Jake's, a silent, loving check-in in the chaotic environment. They were with another couple, longtime friends of Jake's. Asha, a sexy Arabic man, was impossible to miss. At 47, he was a towering, muscular presence with a thick, dark beard and a body covered in a dense mat of hair that was visible even in the dim light. His partner Andrew was a man of similar age, moved with a quieter grace beside him. It was the first time Chad and Asha had met, and an immediate, electric current sparked between them. It wasn't anything overt, just a series of lingering glances across the dance floor. When they found themselves near each other, Asha's hands would "accidentally" brush against Chad's side, and Chad would lean into the touch, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. The flirting was a secret language spoken only between them, hidden in the chaos of the club. During a break, Chad slipped away to the restroom. The line was long, but a muscular, tattooed guy with dilated pupils and a wide grin leaned in close. “You’re fucking adorable. First time?" he'd asked, not waiting for an answer before pressing 2 small pills into Chad's palm. "For a better time." Chad didn't hesitate. He popped one in his mouth and swallowed it with a sip of water. He found Asha near the bar and, under the guise of pointing something out, pressed the pill into his hand. Asha's fingers closed around it, his dark eyes meeting Chad's with a flash of understanding and raw hunger. Asha popped it into his mouth without a second thought, swallowing it dry. The next hour was a blur. The music seemed to melt into a single, continuous wave of euphoria. Chad felt a profound connection to everyone, to the music, to the lights. He danced with Jake, but his eyes kept finding Asha, who was now moving with an uninhibited, primal energy, his body a force of nature on the dance floor. Finally, the lights came up, signaling the end of the night. The spell was broken. The four men, sweaty and exhausted, piled into a taxi back to the hotel. In the quiet of the car, the energy shifted. Chad rested his head on Jake's shoulder, the secret of the pill and the stolen glances with Asha buzzing under his skin. The hotel suite was cool and quiet after the club's sensory overload. It had two bedrooms, linked by a single, large master bathroom. Jake and Chad headed for one room, Asha and his partner for the other. Doors closed, and the suite fell silent. Jake was already half-asleep, but Chad was wide awake, the ecstasy still humming through his veins. He needed to piss. He slipped out of bed, padding silently across the carpet and pushing open the door to the shared bathroom. The light was on. Asha was there, standing in front of the toilet, his muscular frame tense. He was fully naked, his hairy body on display. He seemed to be struggling, his brow furrowed in concentration. A common, frustrating side effect of ecstasy. Chad didn't say a word. He walked by the sink, catching Asha's gaze in the mirror. A slow, confident smile spread across Chad's face. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slid them down his lean legs. His cock, soft and perfect, sprang free. He pulled back the foreskin, exposing the pink head, and aimed at the toilet right next to Asha. Asha watched, transfixed, his own forgotten frustration melting away. Chad let out a soft sigh of relief as a long, powerful stream of piss shot from him, hitting the water with a loud, satisfying hiss. He held Asha's gaze the entire time, a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on his face. He was pleased with himself, with the effect he was having on this powerful, older man. As his stream began to slow, Chad's free hand moved. He reached over and wrapped his fingers around Asha's thick, hairy cock. It was already hardening in his grasp, hot and heavy. Asha let out a low groan, his head falling back. Chad shook off the last drops, then turned to face Asha fully. There was no need for words. The secret flirting, the shared pill, the charged silence in the bathroom—it all led here. Chad sank to his knees, his blue eyes looking up at Asha's bearded face. He took the thick cock into his mouth, tasting the salt of his skin. Asha's hands tangled in Chad's brown hair, his hips thrusting forward gently. The blowjob was wet and hungry, but it was only the beginning. After a few minutes, Asha pulled Chad to his feet and spun him around, bending him over the cool marble of the bathroom counter. He spat into his hand and worked the saliva into Chad's tight, hairless hole. Chad pushed back, eager for it. Asha positioned himself behind him, the thick head of his cock pressing against Chad's entrance. He pushed in slowly, a deep guttural moan escaping his lips as he sank into the younger man's heat. Chad bit his lip to keep from crying out, his hands braced against the counter. The sex was quiet but fierce. A frantic, desperate coupling. Asha's hips pistoned, driving his bare cock deep into Chad's ass. The only sounds were their ragged breaths, the slap of skin against skin, and the low, muffled groans they tried to suppress. Asha's hairy chest pressed against Chad's smooth back, his beard scratching at Chad's neck. It was raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating. Chad could feel his own orgasm building, his cock trapped between his body and the counter. Asha reached around, his rough hand wrapping around Chad's shaft and stroking him in time with his thrusts. “That’s it baby, let go. Cum for me”. That was all it took. Chad's body tensed, and he came hard, his cum spilling onto the marble floor and cabinet doors below. The clenching of Chad's ass pushed Asha over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside Chad, his body shuddering with the force of his release. For a moment, they stayed like that, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, slowly, Asha pulled out. They cleaned themselves up in silence, the air thick with what they'd just done. Not a word was spoken. Chad slipped back into his bedroom. Jake was still sound asleep. Chad slid into bed, his body thrumming with a post-sex, post-ecstasy glow. He could feel Asha's cum leaking out of him, a warm, sticky reminder of the secret encounter in the bathroom. He closed his eyes, the image of Asha's powerful, hairy body burned into his mind, and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. Stay tuned for part 2.

Yes! It was fucking hot. Top pissed his tighty whities and hooded me with them first. Made out with me through them. Then fucked me and took them off my head while fucking doggy style and stuffed them in my mouth. I highly recommend it.

I've used a local gay online hookup forum to look for bb company (alongside apps, etc.). But what really sucks is that there's someone on that forum who basically floods all my posts with comments on how, if I want to BB random dudes, I must be mentally ill, suicidal, and also how I am draining the public healthcare budget coming from his taxes... all the usual ignorant shit. The guy is obviously wrong, a prude, and there's something wrong with him (as evidenced by spending time online calling random people names), but anyway it's a real downer. The way the forum works is I can't block him from commenting on my posts, though I can stop _seeing_ those comments. But still, way to rain on my parade. I think I need to stop using that forum because I don't want my posts to be flooded with that shit. Which is a shame, it used to bring me nice encounters. Could use one more fuck and maybe even a hug to cheer me up. Anyway, how do y'all respond when you get shamed for barebacking?

When I started young way back in like 1971 (yes I am old). That was just how men fucked me. I honestly dont remember ever getting fucked safe until HIV came along in my 20s.

I went to the adult theater to get some anon loads. It's funny, could get some handsome men off the apps, but there's something that really gets me off about not scheduling/planning, and not knowing who will fuck me, so I end up going to the AT even though most of the clientele is definitely not that attractive. More like the sleazy heavyset types. Which also turns me on. So I just propped myself in the sling, hooded & blindfolded, and waited. It was quiet at first but then things started picking up. Lost count of how many guys fucked me, at least 10. My holes feel sore and puffy. Best of all, I got a total of 10 loads: 3 in ass, 4 in front hole, and the final three were souvenirs -- I picked up some used condoms, stuffed them in my holes, and walked home. As I type this, I still have the used condoms inside me.

Their story section is completely empty too. Apparently NKP is down to one person running everything, and the site is suffering as a result.

Ever get a compliment from a guy you are sucking off or have sucked off? Last night I got text from a guy I suck off regularly that said when he knows he is coming by for a blowjob (like he is today) he avoids fucking his wife because he wants to save his cum for me. Had another guy tell me I saved his marriage. He said his wife doesn't want sex anymore and getting regular blowjobs from me meant he stopped trying to fuck her and now they don't fight over sex, so they never fight. I told him to never risk a fight and just come by for a blowjob lol

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(continued) As we reached the top of the stairs on the third floor, uncle leaned against the wall in the hall and I knelt down and started sucking his cock. Others began to gather around as he placed his hands on the back of my head and began to work my throat. Grabbing my arm pits he lifted me up and guided me around the corner to a dark room. In the room was a fuck bench and sling. I leaned back into the sling and he moved my feet into the straps. Soon the room was full of men of various ages and builds. As my uncle began to work my hole a man, probably in his early 30s, approach my left side. He was hung, lean with great definition, lightly furry and his cock was pressed against my lips. I bead of cum was dripping off the tip so I took my tongue and lapped up the warm salty protein. With that he began to work his cock down my throat as my uncle continued to drill my hole. The crowd watched as my young stud body was getting used at both ends. Not wanting to cum, I motioned for the action to stop and climbed out of the sling. Looking towards the door I noticed a man, probably in his later 20s, muscled, dark hair and smooth with a bio tat below his naval. He slowly moved into the crowd and soon had replaced me in the sling. The next thing I knew, my uncle was positioned at his hole and slowly began to slide into his hole. Not wanting to miss a minute, I leaned up against the wall as another man knelt down and began to suck my rock hard cock. As I worked his throat I watched my uncle continue to work the hole of the dude with the bio tat in the sling. I watched as the man in the sling reached and was tweaking my uncle’s large dark nipples on his perfect chest. As his ass was moving back and forth it began to thrust harder and harder into the dude in the sling. With a grunt my uncle dropped his load in the poz hole and with that, I erupted in the mouth of the guy sucking me off. My uncle turned towards me and motioned with his head that we head out of the room and back into the hall. I maneuvered through the men in the room and out the door. Once in the hall, without our towels, we walked up and down the halls peering into the rooms with open doors. As we walked a crowd began to follow.

No preference for me. I suck cock and eat cum. Doesn't matter to me what race he is. A few years ago I put an ad online that I was hosting to give NSA head at a hotel I was staying at. That night I sucked off a Latino guy, an Asian guy and a white guy dressed in drag. They all had the same things in common...they had a hard cock that needed sucked and fed me a yummy load of cum as my reward for doing a good job. That is all that matters to me. The thing is, I am a dedicated gloryhole cocksucker. I love giving anon head through a gloryhole. When you suck gloryhole cock you don't ask questions. Race doesn't matter. Age doesn't matter. Looks doesn't matter. Politics doesn't matter. Sexual orientation doesn't matter. That hard cock matters.

Wow! Such clean lean writing. Astute in the thoughts going through Billy’s mind. And still hot as fuck.

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Great to read that Dan is only really searching for poz tops, consciously or otherwise! Has Dan’s brain made the decision for him but the rest of him has yet to catch up? I guess @mancoco will eventually let us know who or maybe even just when the deed is finally done 😈 Another great chapter - thank you once again!!