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March 27&28

Dude dropped by my cabin after skiing yesterday, to hot tub and fuck. Used a rubber (first one I can recall in many years). After he wrecked my hole and nutted and left the evidence at my bedside, I noticed it sprung a leak inside me, so I figured I deserved to slurp up the rest. Filmed a 16-minute solo vid of me draining and guzzling the used rubber, then gooning and busting my own nut. Go here for the free trailer, or Subscribe if you’d like to see the full length vid plus 120 others, lots of bb, cumplay, kink, felch, piss: justfor.fans/YourCabinDad

My eyes are bigger than my hole and I've gotten a lot of plugs and dildos and I can't take more than half of them. I have a "big" fantasy of being able to take my largest toys (>3.2" across), two (or three!) dicks at a time, or a fist, I also want a nice, punched-out hole. The pic is an old one of Andy Star ... I'd love to be able to take dick and have a hole like his. Let's see if 2026 can be my (hole's) year.

Tommy's fingers twitched against his phone screen, scrolling through Grindr profiles with the practiced boredom of someone who'd done this too many times. His thumb lingered on a photo—some guy with dilated pupils and a lazy smirk, shirtless in what looked like a dealer's dim living room. The caption read "party favors?" and Tommy exhaled sharply through his nose. The room smelled like stale sweat and the faint chemical tang of leftover vape juice. He adjusted his grip on himself, hips shifting against the sheets, imagining the press of unfamiliar hands pinning him down, the burn of smoke in his lungs before everything went soft at the edges. His pulse jumped when the app pinged—another message from someone named "Cloud9" with a wink emoji and an address two blocks over. Tommy's fingers hesitated over the reply box. He could already picture the sticky heat of a stranger’s apartment, the way the carpet would feel under his bare knees. His thumb hovered—then the front door creaked open downstairs. His stomach lurched. He wasn’t expecting anyone. The footsteps were too quick, too purposeful, the kind that didn’t bother to wipe their shoes on the mat. The bedroom door slammed open before he could sit up. Two figures blurred into the room—one tall with a shaved head, the other wiry, grinning like this was fucking Christmas. Tommy’s mouth went dry. He opened it to yell, but the taller one lunged, a damp cloth reeking of chemicals smothering his face. His nostrils burned. His vision swam. "Easy, pigboy," the wiry one chuckled, knee digging into Tommy’s thigh as he fought. The taste of acetone flooded his mouth. His limbs turned liquid. Distantly, he felt fingers—rough, calloused—wrapping around his cock, stroking him through the haze. His hips jerked involuntarily. The last coherent thought before the dark swallowed him whole: *fuck, I’m still hard.* Cold linoleum pressed against his cheek when he blinked awake. His tongue felt like cotton. The room spun—fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows of figures moving behind him. A hand gripped his hair, yanking his head back. "Look alive," someone muttered. A phone camera clicked. Tommy’s vision swam into focus on the screen—his own slack face, pupils blown, spit slicking his chin. Behind him, Shaved Head smirked, gripping Tommy’s jaw. "Say *ahh*." Wrists jerked against padded cuffs. He was spread-eagled in some kind of medical sling, ankles hooked wide, the restraints biting into his skin. His cock twitched against his thigh—still half-hard—and the realization hit like a bucket of ice water. *Naked.* Blindfolded. The gag wasn’t fabric; it was silicone, contoured to force his mouth open just enough to breathe. He tried to scream. It came out a wet gurgle. “Should’ve answered my fucking messages, Tommy.” A familiar voice—Cloud9 from Grindr—low and amused, somewhere to his right. A fingertip dragged down Tommy’s sternum, nails scraping just shy of pain. “Would’ve been easier on you. But nah, you had to be a *tease*.” Something cold and metallic tapped against his ribs. “Think he’s ready?” The taller one—Shaved Head—snorted. “Oh, he’s ready.” The words dripped like syrup. “Look at him. Already leaking.” Tommy thrashed, heels skidding against the restraints, his pleas muffled into nonsense by the gag. His cock betrayed him, thickening against his stomach, the tip smearing precome onto his skin. The wiry one laughed, leaning in close enough for Tommy to smell stale cigarettes and mint gum. “Begging looks good on you,” he murmured, and then—sharp, sudden—the hiss of compressed air. The gag’s valve clicked open. A rush of chemical sweetness flooded Tommy’s mouth, his nostrils, the back of his throat. Poppers. His vision tunneled instantly, heat surging from his belly to his fingertips. His cock jerked, fully hard now, aching. Shaved Head gripped Tommy’s jaw, forcing his head back. “Swallow,” he ordered. Tommy gagged—too much, too fast—but the liquid burned down his throat anyway, thick as syrup. His muscles slackened instantly, limbs heavy as lead. “There you go,” the taller one crooned, palming Tommy’s cock with rough strokes. “Feels better already, huh?” Tommy’s head lolled. His thoughts dissolved into static, the world narrowing to the drag of calloused fingers on his skin. Distantly, he registered the wiry one rummaging through a bag—glass clinking, foil tearing—but his body wasn’t his anymore. It arched into every touch, every scrape of teeth against his neck. Something tight and elastic circled his bicep—rubber bands, pulled taut just shy of pain. Tommy’s pulse hammered against the constriction, his skin flushing hot where the bands bit in. The wiry one whistled low, admiring his work. “Look at that,” he murmured, flicking one band with a fingernail. It twanged against Tommy’s flesh, sending a jolt straight to his cock. “Veins popping like a fucking map.” Shaved Head chuckled, rolling a needle between his fingers. The glint of steel made Tommy’s stomach twist—but his hips jerked anyway, needy and dumb. “Gonna make you feel so good, piggy,” the taller one promised, thumb pressing into the swollen blue vein beneath the rubber band. The needle slid in with practiced ease—sharp, then gone—and Tommy gasped around the gag as something warm and liquid flooded his dick. Trimix, probably. His cock throbbed instantly, swelling thicker, heavier, the head purpling under the fluorescent lights. His balls drew up tight against his body, the skin there already tingling, oversensitive. The wiry one whistled again. “Christ. Look at him twitch.” His fingers traced the straining vein along Tommy’s shaft, featherlight. Tommy whimpered—half-protest, half-plea—but the sound dissolved into a moan when the taller one pinched his nipple, hard. “You are going to make a *perfect* slam pig,” Shaved Head murmured, lips brushing Tommy’s ear. His breath smelled like whiskey and spearmint. “All that wasted potential…” His hand slid down Tommy’s chest, over his quivering stomach, then wrapped around his cock again. The grip was merciless. Tommy’s hips bucked, helpless, his vision blurring at the edges. “See? Even now—” A sharp twist of his wrist. Tommy choked on a sob. “—your body knows what it’s for.” The needle gleamed in the light as the taller one flicked it between his fingers. “Nothing you can do to stop this.” Tommy’s cock pulsed violently against the rubber encasement, veins straining against the slick latex, the pressure so tight his balls ached with every heartbeat. The wiry one laughed—bright, delighted—and leaned in to press another soaked rag to Tommy’s face. Poppers flooded his sinuses, sharp as shattered glass. The room dissolved into fractals, colors bleeding into shapes that didn’t exist. His cock throbbed, trapped and desperate, the sensation magnified by the drugs singing through his bloodstream. He tried to scream, but the gag muffled it into a wet groan. Shaved Head moved first—fluid, practiced—palming a syringe from the tray with the ease of someone who’d done this a hundred times. The needle gleamed under the flickering fluorescents. Tommy’s stomach lurched. The wiry one straddled his hips, pinning him with bony knees, fingers digging into Tommy’s biceps hard enough to bruise. Shaved Head tapped the syringe with a fingernail, clearing the air bubble with a flick of his wrist. The liquid inside shimmered, oily and thick. “Left arm,” he murmured, and Tommy’s breath hitched when cold alcohol swabbed the crook of his elbow. The second needle slipped in—sharp, then gone—buried deep in the vein. Tommy’s pulse hammered against the intrusion. The wiry one grinned, pressing his thumb to Tommy’s wrist, holding him down like a butterfly pinned to corkboard. Shaved Head’s fingers curled around the plunger. Their eyes met—some silent signal—and Tommy’s throat clicked around a soundless plea. Both plunger depressed quickly and empty into Pigboys mind body and spirit. Tommy didn’t even feel the needles withdraw. The popper rush had already hollowed out his skull, reducing the world to a kaleidoscope of fractured light and sound. His lungs seized mid-breath—triple coughs ripping through him, wet and jagged. His chest convulsed. “Oh fuck—” His voice cracked. The fluorescent lights above streaked into white-hot halos. “Oh fuck—” His cock jerked, untouched, spitting precome onto his stomach. “Oh fuck me—” The taller one laughed—low, indulgent—as he wiped Tommy’s chin with his thumb. “Already are, piggy.” His fingers tangled in Tommy’s hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat. “Look at you. Just—” A sharp slap to Tommy’s cheek. His vision swam. “—falling apart.” Tommy’s breath hitched, his lungs burning with the lingering chemical sweetness. The air tasted like burnt plastic and sweat. He barely registered the creak of hinges—the front door swinging open downstairs—over the roar of blood in his ears. Footsteps pounded up the stairs, too heavy, too eager. The bedroom door bounced off the wall with a crack. Two new figures loomed in the doorway—one built like a linebacker, his knuckles already wrapped in grimy tape, the other slim-hipped with a shock of bleached hair. Both reeked of stale beer and leather. The linebacker whistled low, eyeing Tommy’s twitching cock. “Fuck, he’s primed.” Bleached Hair grinned, rolling up his sleeves to reveal a latticework of track marks. “Like Christmas came early.” Tommy’s hole clenched around nothing as the taller one—Shaved Head—slicked two fingers with something cold and viscous. The lube smelled clinical, sterile, like a hospital corridor. Tommy whimpered around the gag when those fingers pressed in without warning, the stretch burning even through the chemical haze. “Relax,” Shaved Head murmured, twisting his wrist. Tommy’s thighs trembled. “Gonna ruin you so good.” The fingers crooked, and Tommy’s back arched off the table—a sharp, electric jolt straight to his cock. His balls ached—already swollen and tight—when the wiry one knelt between his legs, a trio of heavy steel rings clinking in his palm. The first stretcher clicked into place with a *snap*, the cold metal cinching tight around Tommy’s sack. His breath hitched. The second followed—tighter, lower—forcing his nuts to stretch obscenely away from his body. By the third, Tommy’s thighs were shaking, his dick *pulling* with every heartbeat, the weight dragging his balls down into a taut, flushed pendulum. The wiry one grinned, giving the lowest stretcher a sharp tug. “Look at that,” he breathed. “Like a fucking bellrope.” Tommy barely registered the laughter—low and thick, from somewhere behind him—until a broad hand clamped down on his shoulder. The voice was deep, honeyed with amusement. “Thas what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.” Fingers—thick, blunt—trailed down Tommy’s spine, pausing at the dip of his waist. “We gonna milk this pig from the inside out.” The hand slid lower, calloused palm scraping over Tommy’s ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise. Tommy’s vision swam. His mouth worked around the gag—useless—as Shaved Head leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Breathe through it, pig.” His breath was hot, whiskey-sour. “Cause you got more cummin’.” Tommy’s stomach flipped. The words slithered under his skin, curling around his spine like smoke. “First stage of your pigboy transformation’s begun.” A wet chuckle. “Time to be consumed with pleasure.”

I’d also love to fuck with Johnny Weir and Adam Rippon.

I think we want to hear about all three months if you are okay with it.

I was very happy when the male skaters wore dark color pants. When I could see contrasts, I could see their dark legs against the white ice. They always looked so skinny and long to me. I knew those legs were muscular. And, their asses were also tight and muscular. I wanted so much to bury my face and then my dick in their athletic butts. As I wrote elsewhere, I had the opportunity to go to a skating show, then to the Meet and Greet afterword. I had written Champions On Ice, in hopes of meeting Rudy Galindo. He was so sweet to me when we met. We first shook hands, then I gave him a small gift. He was extremely gracious when he took it. Before he left, he gave me a full hug. He didn’t do that with anyone else. I don’t know if it was because I am blind, and he wanted to give me a little something extra, or if his gaydar was pinging. At about 5’6 and 135lb, he had a nice little body, although, still bigger than me. I would have been more than happy to go to bed with him, even though, he had announced nine months earlier, that he was positive. Thank you Rudy, for giving me an experience I won’t forget.

Gonorrhoea 3 times last year and currently have it again but never had anything else. Its almost expected ill catch something when taking lots of guys in a sauna cumdump session, especially when one guys dick was already visibly dripping discharge before he put it in me on the last session in a sling but i just see it as part of the life.

this is what homeless guys are good for, give them a few bucks, some pot, a few drinks and fuck their ass and you can fuck as hard as you want. Once you break them in, they will find others for you or beg for more.

Hot !!! I love old men breeding me.

That's my ideal encounter. Three up the ass and one down the throat.

Preface: It is so fucking hot knowing a guy has not jerked off or wasted cum for multiple years due to my mouth totally taking care of his cock’s needs when no other mouth or ass is available to make him cum. Below each "chapter" represents a summary of the cocks for whom my mouth’s purpose was to make them cum and to give their spunk a new place to call home, never wasting a single drop. Each of these cocks kept my mouth and tummy well-fed and my mouth kept their cocks happy for years in return. When I look at cookbooks, I really appreciate when photos are included so I have a better sense of the meals I will enjoy eating. Under that premise, I will include a photo of each cock that fed me, so you can better appreciate and visualize the meals my mouth has frequently enjoyed. All of the cocks detailed below used my mouth for a minimum of two years, and some cocks used my mouth during overlapping periods of time. As a result, it seemed like my mouth was always full of cock and cum! My mouth was on-call 24-7 whenever needed, no exceptions or excuses. This included having last-minute “work meetings” out of the office of my job that pays the bills, with little or no advance notice. It also meant being on-call on evenings and weekends, with “work emergencies” that frequently took me away from home and my unsuspecting boyfriends. Whenever I met a new man in my dating life, I explained my paying job to him, warning my work schedule was often demanding, unpredictable, and a way of life for me that he needed to accept if we were to move forward. My boyfriends knew from day one what to expect and never questioned it. Meanwhile, my mouth took care of numerous cocks around town anytime they needed or wanted, without question or hesitation. Chapter 1 - Fernando's “Pussy Mouth” For Two Years: Fernando fucked my "pussy mouth" as he called it, many mornings on my way to work. Fernando had me turned upside down on his couch, me still fully dressed in my work attire: Dress socks and shoes, slacks, a button down shirt, and a necktie. In this position, my back and my head were against the back of his couch. The top of my head meanwhile, rested on top of the seat cushion. My legs were always up in the air toward the ceiling and spread wide, and Fernando pushed his pajama bottoms down to his ankles and straddled me so his knees were on either side of my head. Fernando's thighs were pressed firmly against my ears, clamping my head like a vice, so I could not really hear anything, nor move my head in any way. Fernando firmly gripped the back of the couch for leverage while his cock furiously throat fucked me continuously from the moment his cock first entered my throat with one swift push forward, until a few moments after he came and his breathing returned to normal. Fernando required I keep track of how many servings of what he called his "Latino leche caliente" that he fed me for breakfast, which totaled 175 milky breakfasts the first year and 221 during year two. Fernando’s cock faithfully fed my throat 4-5 times a week until that fateful day when his brother walked in on one of our special breakfasts unannounced, using a key Fernando had given him to water the plants when Fernando was out-of-town. From what I could make out from the chaotic scene once Fernando’s knees released my head for his vice grip: Being startled by his brother’s unexpected arrival triggered Fernando to shoot his hot leche down my throat, with his brother witnessing Fernando’s premature climax. The front door to his apartment was still left obliviously wide open and his shocked brother moved closer and screamed at Fernando in Spanish for all his neighbors to hear. I, meanwhile, scrambled to quickly upright myself, leave, and close the front door as Fernando’s brother continued his verbal assault. Unfortunately, Fernando never reached out to me again after that morning, and he did not respond to any of my texts and emails...I often wondered what happened after my mouth left his apartment that day...

Wooof! Hot story 🥵

I was 11 at the time & it was the evening after my mums funeral and my sister went to my aunts house and my uncle, dad, myself, & few other men went to my dads house. They all drank heavy and gave me a few sips here and there but it was my uncle who gave me a full stink and I was a bit light headed after. I had suck my uncles cock many times so i didn't find it odd to go into the bathroom as I thought I was going to suck him off but instead he had strip naked and lay on a towel face down on the floor. He told me it was time for me to be able to take care of dads needs now that mum was gone. My uncle used vaseline fingering my hole before he slipped his cock in and though he didn't go balls deep which was good cause he's a good 10 inches uncut, he did get enough in and blew his load and laid on top of me till he softened a bit. Once he pulled out I was told to stay where I was and then heard my dad say to my uncle "is he ready?" dad came in & fucked his load in me and though I wish it was dad who took my "V" I was to learn later that my dad was more of a bottom and my uncle was the top who took my dads "V" After dad finished he told me to get dressed and come have a drink with the others now that I was a man. Later that night I watched as dad got more drunk off came his clothes and I watched as several guys took their turn fucking dad and even though I got take a turn I was still only able to have a dry orgasm. One of the highlights of the night was watching my uncle plow my dads ass balls deep while the others watched and it seemed like it went on for a long time before he blew his load into dad. After he pulled out of dad, dads ass was almost spewing cum and my uncle told to me to eat dads ass. I don't remember falling asleep but I remember waking up to dad fucking me in his bed where I would be sleeping from then on and taking care of dads needs which I did for years and would gladly do it again as it brought us together for a special bond only those that have it with their dad can truly know.

Damn! Loved this! What a great party/competition to be in!

Holy fuck! Wish I was Alex getting fucked and destroyed by grandpa!