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Fantastic story.

You still looking I'm in Kalamazoo

Hey studs, looking to take a weekend trip to toronto to collect some loads. Any recs for a decent hotel/motel that would fit the bill for an anon pump and dump session? probably wont have high attendance. I guess central or close to the village would work? Thanks!

Funny how your hole can rebel against your plans.

I don't have a lot of hair on my hole anyway, but the thought got me horned up.

evilqueerpig

Be hot to have my hole shaved and prepped then fucked 💋

"Finally Potter spoke. “Zeus…Gabriel… you can’t come. You think you want to kill these guys, but when the moment comes it’s not anything like what you think. Your first kill changes you, and there’s a piece of you that dies too. Some guys think it doesn’t matter and can keep going always looking forward, never back so they don’t have to think about what’s gone inside themselves. I don’t think you can lie to yourself like that, not in the way it would take to make it not matter. Other guys, like Battles and I, we accept the brutal nature of killing, of ending a life because as much as we don’t like it, it’s sometimes necessary. There are some who find they enjoy it too much, and they change too and who they were before never comes back. But all of us…we know we’re killers. This is not some act of justice, or vengeance or self defense, or following orders. It’s cold blooded murder. I can wake up tomorrow and run, eat breakfast, focus on the instructors and the Jumpmaster, come back and sleep just fine. You won’t. Two more deaths for me won’t matter. No matter which way it goes for you, you will dwell on it, relive it, see it again and again on repeat in your head. You wonder how many times you have to watch him die before he stays dead and goes away. Before the moment you’re certain. When the moment comes you’re either high on adrenaline or terrified. Some guys, their hands shake so bad they can’t pull the trigger. After that round leaves the barrel the doubts begin to sing. They sing loud, and they don’t stop. The image of their body going suddenly lifeless and dropping to the ground stays with you for days after, sometimes weeks. And this won’t be an enemy bent on killing you first. This will be two American soldiers, subdued and begging for their lives. You will have enough opportunities to kill if you see combat. I hope you don’t. No one knows who they’re going to be when they come out the other side. This is not for you, not this time, not this way. You aren’t ready.” This is some the most powerful, seeringly honest, direct and beautiful writing I've ever read anywhere.

HMMMMM

Great start and I hope the grandson accepts the gift he is given and the sun follows. Looking forward to more

My Playroom—September, 2024 It took a while for our schedules to mesh, but on the last Wednesday of the month, frequent commentor (and occasional post contributor to this blog) GaryM, returned to the playroom. He arrived right at our appointed hour. We hugged and went right down to the playroom. GaryM had brought toys. He began unpacking. There were two huge dildoes, one in gray and one in black, and a flexible shaft with a handle. Those three he gave me, saying he’d rather read about them used on others then to use them on himself. (I am sure they will appear as an Equipment Close-up at some point—but it will take the right ass for them to be used. Jake, are you reading this???) He also brought one he wanted me to use one him. It was The Chute from Topped Toys. We left it on the bed as GaryM, now stripped to a jockstrap, knelt in front of me as I sat on the fuck bench, my legs spread wide… He inhales the aroma from my stained jock. He tongues it a little, but my cock is growing fast enough that he peels back the pouch and begins licking the head of my dick. I watch it vanish into his mouth. He tongues it, probing it for pre-cum. Soon, he swallows most of the shaft. He holds it for a moment, then comes up panting for air. He does it all again, before I suggest he get up on the bench. I want my tongue in his hole. He climbs on and then pulls his knees up towards the mirror, lowering his ass to the perfect height. I lean in and get my first taste of his hole. My tongue begins to work him open. I lube myself with the coconut oil he has brought. His hole stays stubbornly tight. I use a lubed finger to help. Finally, I stand up and work my dick into him. His hole fights me a little—but my cock is victorious as it pushes into him. GaryM groans. I hold a moment and begin a slow in and out. GaryM groans again. His eyes are on the side mirror, watching my cock begin to pick up speed. My hips are soon slapping onto his ass cheeks with a delightfully wet sound. I slow and pull out. “Let me taste it,” he begs. I bring my cock to his mouth. He slurps loudly as he cleans me up—loving the mix of the coconut oil, his natural ass lube and my precum. He takes me to the root, then pulls back and spits on my cock head. I use his spit for round two of fucking. He’s still tight, but I can get back in much easier than the first round. I let him lick my cock of his juices after the second fuck, as well. We move to the sling. I get his legs in the stirrups. I kneel and eat out his fucked hole. My tongue baths his ravage ass lips, hoping I can relax them a little more. Soon enough, I am standing back up and drilling my coconut oil covered cock into him. He tries to watch the fuck in the mirror, but it’s too much—I watch his eyes roll up into the back of his head in pleasure. He comes back to earth when I pull out. I let him clean me here, too, though it’s never as easy in the sling. But he cranes his head around to get the job done. I want to open him up a little more. I try the speculum, but his hole is tight enough, it is not going to go into him comfortably. Instead, I use the smallest butt plug. That does the trick for the moment—I get into him more easily for the next fuck round. I reach for the reliable egg headed dildo with the small ribbed shaft. I grease it up. His hole takes it. Eventually. I pull the end of it down, then to the sides, seeing if I can get his hole to loosen up a little. It has always been a good toy to add my cock with it. But not today. GaryM actually winces as I try. I go to the bed and grease up the Chute. Maybe since it’s a familiar toy for him, it goes in easily. I work it in and out. I slide a greased finger into the chute of the Chute. GaryM likes that. I try two—that works, as well. I stand up and add my greased-up cock. It’s a tight fit with my thickness, but I slide into him with the toy in place. He loves the super full feeling of it—and the soft material of the toy combined with human flesh. I fuck him. But it can’t last for long. I am soon all but pushed out of his hole. “Let’s take a break so I can eat your ass,” GaryM suggests. I agree. I get up in the sling, giving him the mat for rimseat to kneel on. I start with my legs up on the chains. His tongue connects first to my balls. He spends some time there, but he can’t wait to get to my tight pucker. His tongue is all over it, before he begins drilling into me. I take a hit of poppers and relax. The pleasure just keeps coming. Finally, he pauses. I use the break to ask him to hand me the stirrups. I get one in place, at my knee, then fasten the hook behind my head on the D ring of the sling. Then the other leg. It raises my ass slightly and certainly spreads what ass cheeks I have, giving him even easier access. He dives in. I lose all track of time as he is making me feel really good with just his lips and relentless tonguing. I come back to reality, as my legs are telling me they aren’t used to this position. I need a break. I unclip the stirrups. GaryM stands and helps me up. He sits rather heavily on the bed. We talk about his tight hole. He doesn’t know why it is behaving the way it is. And I can tell he really isn’t feeling his normal self. He makes the decision we should stop… * I felt badly for him—though we’d played for an hour and twenty minutes. He has such a long drive to get here—but it was the responsible thing to do. The original post, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: GaryM Arrives with Toys October 8, 2024

Rimming! I'm a bottom who LOVES to rim the top before he breeds me. I can "live" without it, but it's frustrating. Tops who don't like being rimmed don't become regular fuck buddies with me.

Fuck, this is SUPER HOT!!!

Fuck yeah, this is hot! He has no one to blame but himself and now he has no choice as to who uses his holes.

So I will be visiting next year to see Iron Maiden. While I am there I am defiantly wanting to check out the local scene and do just hedonistic things. Total bttm here that loves to pnp. Looked at a few places online and it seems like I will have a good time. My question is, how easy is it to find party supplies?

Thanks! I forgot to write "The End" at the end of this story like I usually do. I just write short stories

Nice start

Yeah I mean its an automatic ghosting despite knowing there's noting wrong with my chubby body or dick. But whatever.

Nice start

Ass preferred, but looking straight into his eyes at that magic moment is something very special to witness.