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It’s been a while since I last wrote a story. This one ended up being about 37,000 words and 72 pages. I'm not a professional writer and I’m sure there are flaws—my apologies in advance. I really enjoy hearing feedback and hearing about others’ experiences and stories. Piggier, the better. If you have a memorable moment you’d like to share, feel free to do so. I’m eager to hear it. I’d also love to hear your feedback on this story. Where do you think it’s headed? I made my fortune playing footy in my early days. I was a rugby player and played for 10 years. Fuck they were good times on and off the field. On the field, I was a sought-after player, consistently named player of the match, won two Brownlow Medals, and was one of the highest-paid players in the league at the time. Off the field, I was a wild one. I had a girlfriend at the beginning, and got her pregnant, but it didn’t take long to venture out. It started with partying, drinking, drugs, and out with the boys. Management struggled to control the media’s coverage. Then I started fucking around behind my girlfriend’s back. I would hit the brothels and fuck a couple of hookers, eventually just picking up any willing chick that made a move on me at the bars. My girlfriend at the time knew, and it wasn’t long before we split and she left, taking the young lad with her. My partying continued. I’d snort countless lines of coke and fuck an endless number of chicks. I didn’t care if it hit the media. I was fucking wild. The then house parties would begin. The footy lads would get together, hot birds were invited over, and the same thing would happen. Cocaine and pussy. But something changed. I tried a gangbang, and something flipped. Yeah, being in footy, we would see each other in the change rooms naked, and weird shit would happen like arse smacking and fag name-calling on several occasions. We would torture the player who performed the worst by pinning him down and pissing on him. But I never felt the tingly feeling I felt when I experienced my first gangbang. Watching these strong men with their rock-hard dicks jerking off while they watched their teammate fuck the blond bombshell flicked a switch inside me. Sharing the moment with hot men watching another man’s arse cheeks squeeze and release with every stroke of his cock driving deeper inside her cunt was driving me wild. There was one moment I vividly remember: I paid close attention to the beads of sweat forming on one mate’s back as the heat radiated from his body, the deep, burly moans with each thrust, and his muscles flexing with every movement. I had to refrain from touching my cock when I watched my mate pulsate and moan, unleashing his load. He would pull out, cock glistening from pussy juice and cum. Instantly, my mind went to thoughts of getting on my knees and sucking it clean. I didn’t know what was going on. Was it all the cocaine? Probably. I didn’t know. My cock was as hard as solid steel. I thought my knob was going to burst open. Every bit of my willpower was in overdrive. Three teammates fucked her. Her cunt was spewing cum. She would scoop a little bit out with her long pink silicone nail and lick it off with her tongue. What a slut. ‘Your turn, mate.’ Fuck! I was hypnotised entirely, I didn’t realise I was up next. All the fella’s who just fucked her had some huge cocks on them. Thick, veiny, long and rock solid. I have a big cock, but not to their grandeur. I knelt between her legs. Cunt spread open, cum seeping out. My cock throbbed at the sight. I tried my best to change my thoughts, but my willpower was running on fumes. I pressed my knob on her pussy. The wet, warm cum slathered it. No lube needed. I pushed in, and that was all it took, and I just unloaded in her with one stroke. My body pulsed, and it felt like every bit of my life force was sucked out of me through my cock and into her. ‘What?!’ ‘No way.’ All I could hear behind me was my teammates laughing at me as I prematurely ejaculated inside the whores used cunt. She looked at me with a sigh of disappointment, but I was too busy trying to regain my consciousness. I pulled out. My cock was soaked in cum. I couldn’t resist and scooped a bit off my shaft and placed it on my tongue. ‘Wow! Fuck!’ ‘He’s gonna do it.’ ‘Urgh!’ ‘He’s a spunk eater.’ That I did, all I could hear was the other rugby players laughing, calling me filthy names and saying how grouse that was. My mind, however, was sparking all kinds of feelings throughout my body; their name-calling had become distant sounds and noise. I was hooked. Life took a turn. I got too reckless, and the club management couldn’t deflect the press. Eventually, images of eating out pussy and my face coated in random men’s cum were released, and I lost my contract. My career dried up. I am now 52 and work for a logistics company dealing in global trading, and in my downtime, I coach a local high school football team. I met a hot bird who, despite her knowledge of my perverted background, still found an interest in me. She was young, 34 and a banging arse. I learned that she was into older men, particularly ex-footy players. Our sex life started like any. I’d get on top of her and bang her until I unloaded. I had little care-factor if she came or enjoyed it. It was all about me. I think she put up with it because of my fame and money. She was pretty happy to be used as a fuck rag so long as she could lounge around in my penthouse apartment overlooking the skyline of Melbourne. Then, those thoughts of a caked-up pussy flooded my mind, and soon I was eating her out after I blew my load in her. She knew my shady past and let it happen. This wasn’t enough. Over time, my deep urges overpowered. I missed the drugs. I missed the gangbangs and wild sex parties. I started on the Coke again. Drinking. She, too, began to join in. Then one day, after a coaching session with the school football team, I walked into my apartment, still sweaty and smelly from the session, wearing my sports gear, and heard noises coming from the lounge area. The evening light was shining through the wall-to-wall glass panels, and I couldn’t believe what I walked into. My then wife bent over the couch, facing the Melbourne skyline, with a random bloke banging her from behind. I froze. Shocked at first. Thoughts racing. How long had she been doing this? In my place. Who else has fucked her? How could I not have known? Is he wearing a condom? Is he going to cum in her? I felt my cock harden at the thoughts. I watched as he gripped her hips and thrusted in her hard and fast. Arse clenching at every pump. Moans erupting from both her and him. He then grabbed her blonde hair with both her hands and banged hard. Moans got louder. ‘Yeah, baby. I’m gonna cum.’ She moaned louder. I think I heard a ‘yes’ in there somewhere. His pumps grew shorter, more frantic. I watched her arse cheeks ripple with every pound from the guy. ‘I’m cumming! Arrghh. Yeahh. Fuckkk.’ I couldn’t resist and pulled out my cock and jerked off at the sight. It seemed like a long time while he shot his load, and he eventually pulled out. Indeed, he fuck her without protection. His long cock glistened through the evening light, reflecting off the moist pussy juice and cum. His knob was still throbbing from the aftermath of his ejaculation. And her pussy gaped with pearly white cum seeping out, dripping on the black leather couch. She turned her head. ‘Oh. Hi honey. Seems you are enjoying the show.’ She teased, as she wiggled her perky arse. The bloke then realised I was there, jerking furiously at what I had just walked into. ‘Holly shit! Your husband is here.’ He looked left and right, hoping his clothes were nearby, in response to the unexpected voyeurism. I then recognised him as the daytime receptionist from the apartment building’s lobby. I stared at his softening cock and the matted pubes trailing up his abdomen. I wanted to lick it, then shook the thought away. That’s gay. No way. Then looked at my wife’s pussy, still dripping with cum. I stepped out of my shorts and jocks and walked over and pushed my cock in her. It was barely a second, and I was cumming in gallons. I had not felt an intense orgasm like that since the times I was in gangbangs fucking used up cunts. I slowly pulled out. My cock too was glistening from all the cum and juices. I scooped what I could off my cock and licked it off my hand. My cock continued to throb. I couldn’t resist. I bent down to my knees and planted my face into her cunt. I ate and sucked and drove my tongue into her. She moaned. I was lost in my own mind. Drowning in the salty taste of my spunk mixed with the reception guy’s. I could feel it smearing my face and dripping down my chin. I jerked off furiously. No telling how long I was down there, but eventually I pulled away, gasping for breath. I turned to see the bloke just staring at me with a horrid expression. Seeing my face drenched in cum like a starving dog just freshly nourished was too much for him. He grabbed his scattered clothes and walked out, still naked. Have your input. What do you think happens next?

And 4 weeks ago there was Swalloween, wasn't it? 😂

Ah so this is the part two of the thanksgiving fuckfestivities. Woof arf what a damn fun holiday it's been. I had the black friday stuff in mind fresher because obviously it just happened. But there was much fun to be had on Thanksgiving Day as well. The Pup Again So I've mentioned this guy before. New pup that's local. I messaged him on a site when we first met and he said he's more of a bottom but I wanted to breed him. He brought out a lot of a Dominant and Alpha side to me. I did not disclose I was a pup when we met. But he obviously knew. Being on the more Top pup side with him last time was fun. And he is an incredibly furry and sexy man. Fur everywhere on his belly, chest, back, and ass. And damn his ass is so fucking furry. He has a beautiful bushy beard too. Hot kisser and just incredible man. Well he's been very busy. We've tried to get together several times but it hasn't worked out either my schedule or his or things come up. But I've been wanting to. And there's more about me meeting him with someone else as well that hasn't lined up..it's been very frustrating to be honest. So I didn't think we'd really meet up again. But to my surprise thanksgiving morning after the events of thanksgiving eve he messaged me. I told him I'm ready and just need to shower. So I headed to his place. His place was a bit more furnished now and different. I decided since he was in the bedroom when I got inside I put on my pup mask and leather arm band my Daddy gave me. I decided to fully dress the part and wanted to be in pup space entirely. I walked into the bedroom and he was on all fours ass in the air like he said. I walked in and said "Hey Pup". He arfed in response. He was fully dressed in his leather pup hood and some gear. I spit on my cock and decided to take my jockstrap off. I spit on his hole. I don't think he had loads yet I might have been his first of the day since it was semi early. I started fucking him. Fuck his hole felt fucking amazing and incredible. And his furry ass woof. I arfed and gruffed while I was sliding my cock in and out of him slowly. I remembered what my Daddy asked before I went over. I fully told him I was heading over. I asked the pup if I can take pictures and recording me fucking him. He said definitely. I took a picture of my cock uncut cock right as his hole. And I recorded me fucking him a little bit. Both of us where arfing and gruffing. The sound of natural pups in heat and fucking and my cock sliding in and out of his hole. Fucking hot. I knew Daddy would love this. I put my phone down and focused on fucking him. I realized when I was fucking him I was more in a low reserved gruff with my pup headspace. Not the arfing or whimpering. I have not been in this headspace really as of yet. The first time I fucked him I was in more of the dominant role and not the pup. Except me growling, scratching, and biting him last time. But this was a little new for me and I loved it. He loved me either pulling out of him all the way and slamming back in or fucking him deep and slow and sensual. Fuck this pup was hot. I grabbed his harness while I was fucking him. I felt his furry back and reached under and felt his nipples. Woof. I fucked him for a good bit. Then I started fucking him deeper and faster and harder. I started gruffing and growling more. I gruffed and growled louder and shouted "Going to breed you pup." I bred the sexy pup. I left my cock in him a little bit after so he could drain my load. He was incredible he was draining me and I was semi hard and still fucking him. Woof. The pup kinda reminds me of me a lot we both have natural submissive bottom tendancies. I collapsed next to him and we both layed next to each other for a moment. He arfed and howled while I played with his body. We kissed a little too. Fuck it was hot lifting his pup mask slightly and us kissing his sexy bushy beard against mine. Fucking passionate and hot pup. We both made pup noises while we were making out. He started to get into his Alpha pup slightly. Even though he says he's an insationable bottom like he did say a little later. He did mention he jacks off a few times in the morning every day. That's why he couldn't fuck me last time even though he wanted to. He was starting to dominant me a little and pin me down. I was whimpering a little and arfing and licking him. He brought out a more deeper arf and gruff and he threw my legs in the air. He was pressing his cock against my hole a little bit. He broke the pup head space for a moment. He said "God damnit. I really want to fuck you so bad. I wish that guy didn't take the lock with him". To eleborate he had a cage on his cock. He told me a friend of his said it would be hot to do and wanted him to do it. So he did it and he's been caged for a few days. But he said even though he was caged he was still getting hard and it was sticking out a little. But he said he so badly wanted to fuck me. I have my own feelings about cages but eh. To each their own. We made out a little bit more and then I got him on all fours again. I put him on his belly and fucked him some more. This time i was bitting, and scratching, and growling a lot more. And I gave the pup another load. He loved it and told me he's an insationable bottom. I loved fucking and breeding him. We layed down a little bit more and kissed and made out some more. We had some more pup play of us making pup noises while kissing and making out and licking and exploring each other. Fuck I tell you there's not much hotter then two pups in a headspace and being involved in pup play like that. Especially when energy is being shared and either one pup is trying to Dominant or the energy and taking and giving is either kinda shared or the balance is tipped every so often. Cannot explain how hot it is but fucking woof arf. I was a very tired from the previous night obviously. I posted everything I did earlier and how late I stayed up. I also hadn't eaten or had coffee. I had thanksgiving obligiations too. He offered me a shower and I took a shower. I got cleaned up and dressed. He said the same thing last time about us potentially hanging out or getting together another time. I knew that even though he said this it would be a while. Our schedules do not match at all. I like the pup a lot. But I do like to be realistic. We both kissed and gave each other a hug before I left. Fucking hot sexy pup woof. Servicing the Hotel Daddy Bear Whelp later on in the evening. Potential plans to meet my Daddy. Certain things he was trying to set up for me. Did not work out. Will not get into this but it wasn't on his side. He decided instead to go home and wished me a good night. It's so hot my Daddy wants to try and set things up but unfortunate to date it hasn't worked out. I was more then a little bummed but I actually did need more time to prep and clean. I decided not to let this get to me and headed out. Actually I need to rewind a little bit. A guy messaged me on a site a while ago. I think I was busy that night and I messaged him a while ago recently and he did not respond. I saw he posted live so I messaged him. This time he did respond back. He wanted to fuck and get together. I told him I was just out of the shower and cleaned out and clean and prepped. He wanted me to visit his hotel. So I left and headed his way. I was a little nervous since I did not know what he looked like. But regardless same thing with that out of town bear at the hotel from chicago a month or so ago. I figured if it wasn't a match I'd just leave. I opened the door and was very surprised to see a very sexy bearded daddy bear. He was a little on the slimmer side but fucking woof. He layed back on the bed and I got between his legs and started servicing his cock. He started moaning and saying how great my mouth felt on his cock. I had a little bit of pride and confidence from servicing that Daddy Bear the previous night and getting two loads of him. There was unfortunately a factor against me with this man that was a common thing when men do certain things. But I'll get a little more into that later. I loved sucked his cock. I was able to take him completely and deep throat him. I decided to be a little brave and suck his nipples. He loved this. I put my nose to his pits and he lifted his pits and licked and smelled his hairy arm pits. He told me "Good boy". I then got brave and decided to kiss him. He kissed back. He was a great kisser and he kissed me a little bit. I licked his face and made pup noises a little and whimpered which he seemed to love to. He was hard and asked me if I wanted to get fucked. I told him I did. He put me on all fours doggy style. Fuck his cock felt great. He had a nice thick daddy cock and my hole was relaxing and taking him. He said my hole felt incredible. He was doing animalistic growling very heaving growling and grunting fucking hot man. He said he wanted to fuck me on my side. Ooh this was a sensual man. I love that. He spooned me and he held me in his arms and pushed his daddy dick back into me. God damn he was licking my ear and bitting my ear and growling into my ear. All while pumping his daddy cock in and out of my hole. I was relaxing and tightening my hole. At one point I was just backing up on him which he loved. He layed with me for a moment and stopped fucking me. His hands playing with my nipples and his furry sexy daddy body against mine. Fuck it felt incredible when he held me like that. He said "Fuck boy one night I'm going to take you home and Daddy is going to fuck and breed you like this while we are in bed. You'll fall asleep with Daddy holding you and I'll still be inside you. And then when we wake up in the morning I'll fuck and breed you again boy." Fucking hot incredible man. He kept fucking me more but then he said he wasn't ready to cum yet but got close. He pulled out of me and we cuddled for a bit with me on his chest. He talked and told me ALOT about himself I mean ALOT. I did find out that he does do substances occasionally but not often. But he did tonight. So this explains why he wasn't going to cum which did not surprise me but I was fine with. I sucked him a bit after he told me a lot some more. He got close to cumming several times. His partner kept calling or texting him though. He said they are open and play seperate but he said he had to get going. He said he gets a hotel room for sex and sometimes he stays all night but he couldn't tonight. He told me to give him his number after I leave. We got dressed and I left. I gave him my number. I was very happy and thankful for this experience. Afterthoughts of the Whole Holiday I've been really having mixed feelings about certain things going on with my Daddy trying to set stuff up. Nothing on his part. More of the reaction and sort of disconnect and communication with who he has been trying to set me up with. So this was great. It was great meeting his hot daddy and getting some time to make out, cuddle, and be spooned with. And laying on his chest. I don't know if I'll ever see this man again but great experience. It was what I needed. I wasn't sure what to do with myself during the night if I was going to go the bars or the baths. In many ways I was thankful the man made me not want to go the baths. I got home..much earlier then normal too haha. Anyways incredible Thanksgiving Day. Got to see the Pup I haven't seen in a good while and got to breed him twice and do pup play with him which was incredible. Argh though I wish he didn't have his damned cage on. I guess maybe it is a sign more that he's a bottom that he jacks off everyday a few times I used to do that too. But maybe I'm in more breeder status now since I never really cum on my own only cum when I breed. Haha. Woof arf. This is more reflecting on everything that happened the entire Thanksgiving Eve, Thanksgiving Day, and Black Friday day. Literally like a mini weekend of fucking and sucking and breeding and getting bred. Multiple different experiences with Daddys, Bears, and Men. I have no idea what will happen today. I literally got a message from someone I haven't seen in forever and is kinda flaky with me. But I updated my pictures with the pup mask so I think he wanted to play last night but I missed him at the baths. Argh. He is someone who has brought out a lot of pup space in me as well. Maybe soon I'll get together with him. But regardless tomorrow is what will really matter. I am fine taking a break today entirely. But woof arf. Best thanksgiving eve, day, black friday I've ever had. Load Count: Loads I bred 2: Bred the hot fucking bottom pup twice. Hot fucking hairy hole and incredible man and pup. Until next time..

Fuck yes it is. So many horny men either gay, married, bi, or just whoever either want to escape the holiday from family or friends or stress of travelling either want to unload in a hot ass or mouth. Or horny men who want to bend over and take cock or suck cock. I'm all for it 😉

I am versatile out of necessity not out of choice! There are far more bottoms than tops on the apps - I'd rather have a dick and cum in my ass, but if I'm feeling horny then I'll resort to being a top.

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Part One: Familiar Disasters They both remembered the last time they saw each other. Two years ago. Downtown. The station that always smelled like metal and rain. They’d spotted each other across the tracks. Juan on one side, Daniel on the other. Just long enough for their eyes to lock before the train shot away. They were left with echoes from their past, not all of it good, but most of it made of things they still craved. Two years was enough time to become different people. New jobs, new friends, new apartments. They’d each slept with other men, learned new ways to be cold, new ways to be kind. Time did what time does: it layered distance over memory. And yet, that moment at the station had been like hitting a reset button. Everything they’d buried came back, the heat, resentment, want. It made it easier, later, to tell themselves that the pull between them was just being human and horny, something you could outgrow. Until tonight. Daniel saw him before he was ready to see him. Juan was walking down the street toward him, framed in the yellow spill of the bar signs. He looked older, broader in the shoulders, a bit more tired around the eyes, but somehow even more dangerous for it. Daniel’s body clocked him before his brain did: the remembered heat of his skin, the way he’d move on top of him, the weight of him. The one Puerto Rican he’d ever dated, and the only one who’d ever really taken control from him in bed. Their eyes met over the blur of people between them. Daniel felt his breath hitch. Juan’s lips curved into a slow, surprised grin; Daniel felt his own answering it before he could stop himself. They closed the distance like magnets. “God, it’s been too long,” Juan said, voice low, right against Daniel’s ear as he pulled him into a hug. God, I want to taste him, he thought. Daniel inhaled a memory, sporty cologne and a faint trace of smoke. His body reacted to it as if it knew what to do. “I know, I know,” Daniel sighed, clinging a beat too long. “But here we are.” He forced himself to pull back. He forced himself not to stare too hard into Juan’s eyes. Don’t be an idiot, he thought. Don’t fall right back in. Juan hated small talk, but he could not let Daniel walk away this time. So they talked about work, apartments, aging parents. But it was all scaffolding around what was really happening. Juan noticed that their bodies kept drifting closer. Every topic they talked about was really them saying, “I don’t want this to end at the sidewalk.” We gotta stop making up excuses not to say goodbye, Juan told himself. So he admitted it, and then Daniel did too: they had been cruising for a hookup. Juan finally stopped mid-sentence and looked at Daniel slowly, in a way that was no longer subtle. His attraction to Daniel’s body, and the sense of ownership he still felt over it, brought on a smile. “Come with me,” he said, like it wasn’t a question. Daniel reached for Juan’s hand and threaded their fingers together, confident and familiar, and Daniel let himself be led. They slipped off the main drag, past the noise of the bars, into a narrow alley that smelled like bleach and a bad weekend. Daniel’s chest tightened with recognition. He knew this route. So did Juan. This was the back way—no signs—to the basement bar everyone just called The Ditch. If you knew, you knew. From the street it looked like nothing, just a half-hidden door at the bottom of a short flight of concrete steps. But Daniel remembered the first time Juan had brought him here, the way the air inside changed so fast; it was heavy, dark, thick, sweaty, humid. Down there, anything went. As they reached the top of the stairs, Juan’s thumb stroked the inside of Daniel’s wrist, slow and deliberate. “Nervous?” he asked, glancing back with that same crooked smile Daniel had never really gotten over. Daniel swallowed, feeling like he was fifteen again. “With you?” he shrugged. “Always.” They slipped inside, where the music was loud, the crowd dense, and the smell of weed mixed with sweat and poppers filled the air. They pushed their way through to the bar, had two shots of tequila each, and wandered deeper into The Ditch. Juan spotted a couple of guys he knew huddled in a far-off corner; they were passing a small glass pipe around. He looked at Daniel, whose eyes flashed with excitement, a look that made Juan think of doing nasty things. They took hit after hit from the pipe, each inhalation ending much too soon. Juan grinned widely at Daniel and pulled him into a deep kiss, his hands roaming up and down Daniel's body, faster and harder. He firmly pushed Daniel against the wall, and Daniel felt just how much Juan hadn't changed. He was still the dominant one, always in control. It excited him but also scared him a little. "We should go somewhere more private," Juan whispered in his ear, nibbling on it playfully. Daniel moaned, unable to do anything but nod his head in agreement. Juan slipped some cash to the guy with the pipe and then pocketed a small baggie of crystal meth. Juan led them to the second floor, where different sections had different activities going on. They found an empty room with a few mattresses on the floor. Juan locked the door behind them, pulling Daniel into another passionate kiss. He shivered and Juan smiled at that. Instead of saying what they both wanted to, they kept kissing. Daniel pulled at Juan's shirt, ripping it off, and his hands tugged the belt open on Juan's jeans. Daniel was so hungry to taste Juan's cock again. The memory of it was relentless. "You can't resist it, can you?" Juan smirked, looking down at Daniel, now on his knees. Daniel hungrily took him into his mouth. Juan was still just as thick as he remembered, and his scent made Daniel forget anything but serving the man in front of him. He slid his tongue along the shaft, letting spit drip whenever he could, coating it. Juan had taught Daniel how to do this. Looking down at Daniel on his cock made Juan feel powerful. The thought of another person worshiping him, wanting him, helped all the dark things he would and wanted to do to Daniel come back to him. Daniel was tossed onto the mattress, and then his pants were quickly pulled off. The meth made his thought process slower. Juan crawled on top of Daniel, his dark eyes smoldering with lust as he gazed down at him. Daniel was scared but aroused by the intensity of Juan's desire. "Remember how I used to take care of you?" Juan whispered, running his thick fingers through Daniel's messy hair, tangling the strands between his fingers. "Yeah," Daniel breathed out softly, his voice trembling with anticipation, "But that was a long time ago." "Well," Juan chuckled darkly, "Some things never change." He positioned himself and pushed his uncut cock into Daniel's eager hole. He grunted from how warm it was, how good it felt. The stretching seemed to go on and on, Daniel's body accommodating Juan's impressive girth inch by slow inch. Daniel yelped out in a mix of pleasure and pain, but was determined not to tell Juan to stop. Instead, he wrapped his legs around Juan's muscular lower back, urging him deeper inside. Once Juan was fully in, he paused, savoring the tight, pulsing warmth, taking hits from his pipe before pressing the glass tube to Daniel’s lips, making sure he took a hit as well. The crystal bolted through their bodies and they felt dizzy. Juan's style was unmistakable: forceful, rough, and utterly demanding. It was as if he was staking his claim on Daniel's body, taking complete ownership for his own pleasure. With every thrust, Juan asserted his dominance, leaving no doubt in Daniel's mind about who was in control. Daniel remembered begging for Juan to slow down in the past. He would feel pain, but mostly it was unfamiliar pleasure—he knew that now. Juan would never listen to him; he took what was his. The familiarity of it all didn't diminish his desire or willingness to submit entirely to Juan's desires; instead, it fueled Daniel's darkest cravings, bringing them to the surface with aching intensity. Juan went to that animal place he could go to when he fucked. It was as if there was nothing but what he wanted, and nothing mattered anyway. He loved the rhythm their skin slapping together was making. He stared down at Juan, who whined with pleasure. Daniel was so small compared to him. I could destroy him, Juan thought. He watched his hands gripping Daniel's hips, fingers digging in as he slammed into him, harder and faster with each passing moment. Juan felt Daniel's muscles squeezing around his cock as it slid in and out. This was new; Daniel had never done this before. "You're squeezing my cock? Don't want me to pull it out, huh?" Juan taunted. Daniel shook his head, "No, I don't want you to pull it out." Juan slowed down to long strokes, pulling his dick up to the tip and slamming it back in. "Ah! Oh yes. Get deep!" Daniel yelled. "Look at you," Juan brought his face down to Daniel's, "You've turned into a little slut…" Daniel got nervous; had he gone too far with wanting it? He stammered, "I– … I –...Juan…" Juan cut him off, mocking him, "Don't explain yourself. You've turned into a slut for anyone's cock." Slowly, he put his hand on the back of Daniel's neck, using his thumb to push his jaw down to open his mouth. Then he spit in it. Daniel swallowed it hungrily. "I just need to remind you how this fucking runs. I need to remind you that the only dick you're hungry for is mine." Juan gritted his teeth and started railing Daniel. Crying out, he managed, "Yes, show me. Please, I only want you." "How could you live without this?" Juan grunted, his voice filled with arrogant satisfaction. He knew how good he felt inside Daniel, and he would take advantage of that knowledge to push them both higher. "I can't… I don't…." Daniel whimpered, his voice a hoarse, rasping moan, "You feel amazing." Daniel's fingers clawed at Juan's slick, muscular back, desperate for a hold on the man who was giving him such intense pleasure, which in turn caused his erection to become even more engorged. With a rumbling growl, Juan began to thrust in earnest, savagely pounding into Daniel - each stroke deliberate, sharp, and powerful. He reached around and grabbed Daniel's thigh, yanking it higher to open him up, to take him completely. Daniel gasped as Juan's thick cock struck that deep, secret place inside him, sending electrifying pleasure coursing through his body. Their moans and breaths were desperate, the sounds of their wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, creating an erotic beat that pulsed through the air. Daniel's gagging moans fueled Juan's relentless rhythm, and sweat poured down their straining bodies as their movements grew more feverish. Juan's thrusts grew more urgent, erratic, and forceful as he neared his climax, the meth fogging his mind and prolonging the exquisite agony of his heightened pleasure. He couldn't hold back any longer, the urge to spill his seed now an overwhelming, pulsing force that threatened to consume him entirely. Daniel could feel Juan swelling inside him, his cock throbbing with the need for release. "Cum on my face," Daniel gasped, "Please…" With a guttural roar, Juan pulled out and grabbed Daniel's hair, forcing his face upward as hot jets of his seed erupted and splashed across Daniel's flushed cheeks. Some of the cum dripped along his skin and into his mouth, only intensifying Daniel's own climax as his erection pulsed and shuddered through its release. They collapsed onto the mattress, trying to catch their breath in the aftermath of their explosive encounter. Their bodies were spent, their minds reeling, and their souls bearing the indelible marks of their all-consuming passion. Despite the intense pleasure they'd just experienced, a hollowness now lingered in the air, an echo of regret that whispered in the shadows. They knew their actions had consequences and that this momentary escape would come at a cost. As they dressed and walked out of the room, they avoided each other's gaze, hoping that even the darkest corners of their minds would stop trying to find ways for them to see each other again. But deep down, they both knew that they were already too far gone, too damaged, and too aware of what else was out there, waiting for them in the shadows. Juan walked with Daniel until they were out of the alley. Juan turned to Daniel, "I'm always gonna want you," he began, "just admit that you're always gonna want me." He finished before disappearing into the night. Daniel stood there for a moment, staring after him. He lit another cigarette, exhaling a long stream of smoke as he walked towards his car. "This was so stupid," he said as he put his head on the door of his car. The party, the drugs, and the sex had filled the time and helped it pass by. But doing it together helped make sense of the cycle they couldn’t escape. They were already too damaged and too aware of what else was out there. Was it so bad? [END OF PART ONE]

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This ^^^. You embed your dick inside the bottoms mind long before you stretch his hole around it. Getting the bottom to let go of any anxiety and feel all their needs and arousal is key. The more turned on and needy for dick I am, the more ready my hole is. Even eleven thick inches slide in a treat with the right mind-fucking beforehand.

There are a number of ways to initiate a first-class fuck with a tight-holed bottom, and patience is needed from the Top. 1. Work the hole with your fingers, mouth, graduated dildos, starting gently. 2. Keep in constant contact (verbally) with the bottom, regarding what he's feeling, and gauge your efforts accordingly. 3. Include pleasurable acts in the "opening" process, first and foremost with your mouth and tongue. 4. Verbal praise can work wonders on the prospective bottom's mind, and thus his breedhole. Always keep the positive commentary flowing, unless or until you realize the jig is up, and you won't/don't want to spend more time on it/whatever reason. In any case, be kind. 5. Keep working the hole unless it becomes clear that little progress is being made. Be sure to compliment the bottom, encourage him, and if he apologizes, refuse to accept that apology. Rather, praise him, encourage him, reinforce his lusts. Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither is an experienced cumdump. Know that if you can reach his mind, your cock will usually reach his fuckbutton too. Never criticize the bottom's intent: reinforcement of his cravings is crucial, even if it's not going to be your cock that breeds him.

A really hot and horny story, I especially love the sling fucking scene and the real bug chasing decision of Dr. Matthew, awesome. Looking forward to the next chapters and the moment Dr. Matthew joins the brotherhood, earning his tattoo.

Yes, that's exactly what I like. I love the menu!!!

I was taught by my Uncle and his Friends ( GRRRRRR Bear group ) at a early age - favorite place the Woods !

...and maybe a hole he really loves the reactions from, and the feeling of being inside. If still more straight or unsure, and wants to stay safely on the side of "dicking you down" versus "having sex WITH you". Bitch out, as a term works too. Certainly wants to be in control, but that's definitely the straight thing again I'd think. I've definitely had some boys who weren't so much my type but goddamn they felt :so: good, I loved that same position you described. Less making out and more enjoying how they made me feel and how my cock made them react, etc.