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Story 4: At The Gym Todd stepped slowly in front of and flexed in the mirror of his tiny studio apartment, frowning somewhat before disgustedly slumping. Though one could say he was good looking, he’d always wanted to look more, well, hot. More masculine, more muscular. Like the countless guys he’d spent hours watching and shooting a load to on various porn sites. After 6 months though, nothing. Sure, he looked a little more trim, but no matter how hard he pushed himself, no gains were made. Sighing loudly, he grabbed his keys and water bottle, stepping out into the cool morning air. Jogging a few blocks, he stepped out of the dim morning light and into the surprisingly calm hustle of the gym. Looking around, he noticed a few men working out in the gym, his eyes immediately drawn to the monster of a guy lifting dumbbells, grunting loudly as he worked out. Immediately, Todd felt both horny and jealous, wishing he could get the types of gains that the gym bunny working out across from the bench he was sitting on had. Muscles on top of muscles, exuding a manliness Todd could only imagine. Suddenly, the guy met his eyes briefly for a second, causing Todd to fumble the water bottle he was holding. Trying to save face, he bent over and retied his shoes, feeling the blush on his face having been caught ogling again. For a few minutes, he continued to pretend to work at his shoelaces before finally digging up the courage to sit back up before looking down at his phone, pulling up the workout plan he felt he had foolishly purchased, seeing that today was unfortunately another cardio day. Putting in his headphones, he put on a high paced techno song to drown out the sounds of metal weights clanging and the whirring of different workout machines. Resigned, he walked over to the treadmills, noticing a hot looking couple of slightly less muscular guys running at full speed. Slowly he began to walk, letting his muscles warm up as the treadmill started with a lurch and he let his mind wander, building various hookup scenarios on the different guys in the gym. He’d be laying down on the workout bench, watching as the almost freakishly muscled gym bunny pulled his pants down and began teabagging his face, the massive set of bull balls likely hiding in his jockstrap resting on his cheeks as he hungrily licked and sucked on them, before the guy shoved his massive cock down his throat, putting on a show for the other muscled and oiled men as his legs we lifted by one of them. Closing his eyes, he let his imagination run wild, imaging as a line of men lined up and began to drop load after load in his hungry ass, feeling as their muscled thighs slapped hard against his ass, getting thrown back onto their groins as he was used as just another piece of gym equipment. Suddenly, he felt the treadmill stop with a jolt and he opened his eyes, confused before looking face to face with the muscled gym bunny he’d locked eyes with earlier. Nervously, he pulled out his headphones, shocked at the man staring back at him, an almost annoyed look on his face. “Oh, um… hi!” Todd said, his voice sounding small and making him cringe inwardly, “Do… Do you need something?” The man’s frown grew. Confused, Todd’s smile dropped. “I said, do you fucking mind?” the man said, crossing his arms over his chest. Even more confused, Todd looked around, noticing the hot guys a few treadmills down looking at him, smirks on their faces as they watched the interaction between him and the gym bunny. “Uh… I’m sorry?” Todd said, unsure what was going on, feeling as though he was missing some very crucial piece of information, sweat starting to drip down his forehead. “Look man, some of us actually come here to work out and not get their rocks off watching people making real gains,” the guy said, looking pissed as he spoke. “What?” Todd replied, perplexed at the situation before the guy motioned down lower at him, pointing at his pants. Looking down, Todd felt a hot blush break out across his entire body, as he saw his hard on protruding in full force through his loose gym pants. The horror of the situation caused his brain to shut down, unsure what to say. “I’d appreciate it if you stopped looking at me like a piece of meat and took care of that shit at home,” the man said, turning around and walking away. Hurriedly, Todd quickly rushed to the locker room, unwilling to look at anyone in the gym as he stormed across the space, his face feeling hot as he quickly slammed through the bathroom doors and promptly ran to a bathroom stall, locking it as fast as he could. For several minutes, he squeezed his eyes shut, hugging his arms around his chest and he waited, wondering how long it would take for everyone in the gym to leave so he could go home. Mentally, he beat himself down, telling himself he’d have to find a new gym, or better yet, maybe just leave town and never come back, knowing how quickly word in the gay community got around. Word would spread, he was sure of it, and details would likely get thrown in. He’d be the [banned word] that came in his pants running on the treadmill. Or probably that he whipped it out right in the middle of the gym and started jacking off in front of everyone. Reaching for the door, he slid the lock open and looked around, thankful that the locker room was empty. Rushing over to the locker, he fumbled for a minute, his hand shaking uncontrollably as he tried in vain to get the combination lock to hit the correct numbers. Suddenly, the door opened to the locker room, and the two men who’d watched everything between him and the gym bunny entered, laughing and talking as they came into the area and began to put their things away across from Todd’s locker. Clenching his hands, Todd turned his attention back to the lock, trying desperately to remain calm as he worked the lock again. He heard one of the men say something, not really catching his attention as he felt the blood rushing to his face once again, his ears ringing slightly as he fought back the feeling of utter humiliation from making him tear up. Todd jumped when he felt a finger tapping on his shoulder, looking over at the tall, muscular black guy staring at him with actual concern on his face. “Sorry… I’m leaving… I-I’m sorry…” Todd muttered, looking back down at the lock, biting his lips as he finished speaking. “Damn, babe,” the hispanic guy next to him said, pity in his voice, “Once again, looks like Spencer the gym rat scares another cute guy away from here. Guy really knows how to kick a guy in the balls.” “Look man,” the black guy said, slowly laying his hand on Todd’s shoulder reassuringly, “Spencer’s kind of the resident prick. Don’t worry about it. None of us are good enough for the muscle queen herself. He only goes for other roided out muscle gods like himself.” Letting a breath out he hadn’t known he was holding, Todd relaxed slightly and let go of the lock. “Yeah, man,” the hispanic guy said, pulling off his shirt, “I think he almost gets off making other guys feel inferior. Even when they’re hot and just enjoying the eye candy at the gym.” “I’m Alvin but everyone calls me Al. And my buddy there is Mateo,” the black man said, giving Todd’s shoulder a slight squeeze before releasing his shoulder and turning around. “Uh… Todd. Todd Cochran,” Todd said, holding out his hand to the men, feeling dumb as he did it, unsure whether to put his hand in his pocket or wipe it on his shorts. The hispanic man smiled warmly, shaking his hand, letting his thumb rub around on the top before slowly releasing it. “Well… Todd… Mateo and I were just about to jump in the showers, if you wanted to maybe join us?” Al said, grinning at Todd and he slowly began to strip naked, grabbing a few towels off the bench as he spoke. Todd stood in silence, wondering for a moment if he was reading the situation correctly, watching as Mateo also stripped off his clothes, tossing them quickly in his locker before following after Al. Looking behind him, Mateo drove the point home in Todd’s mind as he looked up and down on Todd’s body. “Be a shame to waste that hard on, don’t you think, man?” he asked, before walking out of the locker area toward the private shower stalls. Shocked, Todd stood there for a second, his mind racing as he was suddenly faced with the possibility of finally living out his fantasy. Snapping out of his stupor, he quickly began to fumble with the locker with a vigor, almost letting out a yell of triumph as the lock finally opened. As quick as he could, he stripped his clothing off, tossing them as fast as he could into the locker and slammed it shut. Grabbing a towel off the rack, he walked as fast as he could, following the sound of the shower head turning on and almost stumbled into the small stall, watching as Alvin and Mateo leaned back and slowly worked their quickly hardening cocks in their hands. “Told you he’d be fuckin game for it, man,” Mateo said, quickly pushing Todd down onto his knees under the shower spray, standing up and pushing his cock up to Todd’s lips. Hungrily, Todd sucked the large cock deep into his mouth, placing his hand over the large scorpion on Mateo’s stomach for balance. “Fuck yeah, suck that dirty cock,” Al said, watching in earnest as Todd quickly got to work sucking Mateo, lovingly licking and sucking the cock in anticipation for what was to come, “Show us how much you want it.” After a few minutes, Todd turned around and began to suck Al’s cock, compliantly standing up and bending over, giving Mateo access to his cock as he heard the man spit on his ass, the saliva dripping profusely on his hole. With Al’s cock deep in his throat, threatening to gag him, Todd let out a pained whimper as the large cock breached his hole, slamming hard and fast deep inside him, almost as if it was penetrating him to his core. “Oh, fuck, his hole is nice and tight,” Mateo groaned, quickly slamming hard and fast in Todd’s ass. Mateo’s cock slammed harder, filling up Todd as he slowly began to push his ass back on the cock, meeting each slam harder and harder, enjoying the rough quick fuck in his ass. Suddenly, Mateo quickly grabbed his hips and pulled him back, burying his cock deep as he began to shoot rope after rope of cum deep in Todd’s guts. “Yeah man, take my fucking load deep in you, white boy,” Mateo whispered, his fingers digging deep inside as he came, “I’m gonna paint the walls of those pretty pink guts with my cum, make em nice and slick for my man. Fucking take every drop, cause it's the only lube you’re going to get here on out.” Al pulled his cock out of Todd’s mouth, tugging on it as he lifted Todd’s chin, watching as Todd’s face took on a shocked and happy expression, his mouth gaping open as he felt the cum flooding his guts. Finally, Mateo pulled out of Todd’s ass, letting out a soft chuckle as he watched several drops of his cum slowly drip out of Todd’s ruined hole. Both men firmly spun him around and Todd’s mouth was pushed back down on Mateo’s cum slicked cock, as Al firmly pushed his cock in, forcing some of the cum back inside as he quickly and fervently began to slam his cock in and out of Todd, biting his lip in enjoyment. Sucking the remains of cum off Mateo’s cock, Todd groaned, feeling the long cock taking even deeper strokes in his ass, as Mateo eventually guided him up and started making out with him, the warm spray of the shower covering him. “Yeah, gonna fucking breed you nice and deep,” Al said, his voice deep and gutteral as he worked, “Knock your white boy ass up nice and good. You fuckin want my cum in you, don’t you boy?” Todd could only nod, turning his head around and kissing Al deeply as his strokes in his ass began to be ragged and uneven. “Fucking gonna shoot, man,” Al said, reaching around and wrapping his large, meaty hand around Todd’s throat, “You’re gonna fuckin get it, slut.” Suddenly, he squeezed a little tighter on his throat, and Todd could only choke out a slight groan as Al began to growl and stopped slamming, his cock twitching deep inside him. The three stood under the spray of the water, breathing hard from the sudden workout in the small shower stall. Finally, Al pulled out, giving a playful slap on Todd’s ass as he grabbed a handful of soap. The three quickly washed up in silence, Todd’s ass throbbing from the onslaught as they finished showering. Grabbing their towels, the three dried off and went back to the locker room. Finally dressed, Al sat down and pulled on his shoes, finally breaking the silence. “Hey man, if you want, Mateo and I are both off for the weekend, if you wanted to come to our place and learn a few more workout routines?” Excitedly, Todd nodded, following the two men out of the locker room. As they walked, he noticed Spencer, the gym bunny standing at one of the sinks, brushing his teeth. Unable to meet his eyes, he hurriedly past, hearing as the muscle freak spit out his toothpaste. “Fucking fags,” Spencer said, muttering to himself, “Gym is for working out and gains, not hooking up.” The only thing Todd could think to himself as he left with Al and Mateo was how wrong Spencer was. And that he’d definitely gotten a good workout, the first of many to come. -------------------------------------------------- Vote NOW: A) My Roommate's Secret B) Boyfriend's Birthday Surprise C) Airport Hookup D) Stealthed Keep in mind the top story will win, and anyone posting two choices will got with the first listed unless a tie occurs. In the event of a tie, I might be willing to write a second story . Also, as always, I read every comment and will gladly consider any suggestions of something someone wants to see. Voting will close on August 20th for the latest round of choices.

Why hadn’t Kevin come back? Nigel looked at the naked man and the heavy, drooling cock and felt his sensible, rational self fading before the lust he felt. Slowly, he raised his tee shirt over his head, hooked his thumbs in his shorts, then pushed them down and stepped out of his clothes. His face was red with embarrassment as he felt Bill’s eyes on his chubby body and ashamed at his small cock and balls hanging below his ample belly. Bill moved towards him “So...you want to stay then?” Nigel felt the heat from the man’s body and gasped as Bill took his hand and curled it around his penis. It was warm and the skin was smooth. His fingers stroked it and were soon coated in Bill’s precum. Bill lifted Nigel’s hand and licked the cum from his fingers. Nigel shivered with lust and fear and Bill smiled. “Let’s go upstairs and find Kevin, shall we? I’m sure everyone’s checking him out by now.” Bill led the way up the narrow stairs, giving Nigel a close up view of his backside. As he climbed, the hairy buttocks parted to reveal a dark cleft glistening with some kind of lube. Nigel swallowed hard. He was excited by Bill’s bum, but also worried about what might happen next. They reached the landing. Kevin’s tool bag was outside the toilet but he wasn’t there. Nigel heard a TV and voices coming from a room across the way and followed Bill to the doorway. He felt really nervous about being seen naked as Bill stood back and pushed him inside. There were several men in the room on two couches. A TV on the wall was showing porn, but it wasn’t what made Nigel gasp with shock. Two old men sat on the filthy couches stroking erections as a nude man knelt beside them being fucked in his fat arse by a short, muscular black guy with a bald head and rings in his dark nipples. As he thrust back and forth, Nigel saw his cock was bare and glistening with cum or lube. The kneeling man groaned and turned his head and his eyes went wide as he saw Nigel standing in the door way. “K...Kevin!” Gasped Nigel. Kevin smiled and just knelt there being fucked. “But...he’s doing it...bareback!” Bill’s hand slid over Nigel’s back and cupped his buttocks. “Of course he is.” His finger slid between the soft mounds and probed Nigel’s arsehole. “He’s going to feel some sperm in him soon and he’ll get pregnant.” Nigel paled as he realised what that meant. But he couldn’t stop watching as the black guy’s thrusts became more urgent. He grabbed Kevin’s hips and grunted softly. He shuddered in orgasm and when he’d finished, he pulled a long, cum smeared cock out of Kevin’s rectum. “There you go!” laughed Bill. “Thanks,” grunted the black guy. He came over and winked at Nigel who was transfixed by the dripping cock hanging beneath his belly. “Mmmm,” He said. “Nice arse. I’ll give you my babies later.” Kevin sank down onto the couch. He could feel the spunk dripping out of his arsehole onto the filthy material. He looked at Kevin standing, nude, in the doorway being fely up by Bill. The lad was obviously excited by what he had seen but also unsure and fearfuk about this room full of toxic old men. “Well, Nigel.” He said. “You’ve seen me being bred now. Why don’t you sit down over here and relax for a bit.” Bill pushed Nigel gently into the room and he went over to the sofa on rubbery legs. The two old men made a space and he sat between them, feeling the heat ad sweaty smell of their old bodies. The thin one he had seen before said “I’m Sid, and this isArthur.” The other man was shorter, older and when he grinned he revealed a mouthful of broken and blackened teeth. He was sporting a thick erection which rose up from a metal ring at it’s base and he licked his lips when he saw Nigel stare at it. Nigel looked away red faced. He couldn’t believe what he’d seen. He wasn’t stupid. He realised this dirty old men were toxic and he’d probably seen his aunt’s husband being pozzed. He squirmed and felt he should go, and yet it was so exciting to be here naked. Arthur produced a small brown bottle which he sniffed. It smelt like solvent and the whiff of it made Nigel’s heart beat and he felt languid and sexy. “So,” said Sid “You’re Kevin’s nephew.” As he spoke, he took Nigels hand and wrapped it rounf his stiiff cock. “N...no..”replied Nigel. “He’s married to my aunt.” He watched as Kevin sniffed the bottle and sagged back playing with a small cock beneath his belly. “Are you going soon, Arthur?” Asked Sid, ignoring Nigel’s reply. “Yeah, got to see a man in town” He pushed the bottle under Nigel’s nose and the youth felt the poppers sweep through him, washing away his anxiety and making him feel in heat. He felt hands gently raise and push him until he was kneeling on the sofa. He heard Sid say “Nice young man you’ve got here, Kevin.” as he rubbed something cold and slippery into Nigel’s arsehole. He jumped at this intimate contact as Arthur got heavily off the sofa and went behind him. He felt his boney fingers on his hips and then the heavy cock pushed against his hole. “W...wait...ooof..it hurts!” He wailed Kevin reached over and put the bottle under Nigel’s nose. “Just relax, Nigel” He whispered. “Let him in.” Nigel gasped and then the old man’s cock stretched him wider, wider and then slid up him in a rush. He groaned as he was impaled and then the man began to slide in and out, his balls slapping against his own. “Nice,” said Sid. “ What time have you got to be in town?” Arthur was picking up the pace, enjoying the feel of the lad’s rectum around his cock. “Oh..ahh...in about an hour.” He gasped “Gonna cum soon!” Nigel shook with the thrusts as the poppers wore off. He realised the man was intent on cumming toxic spunk in him and the thought made him excited and fearful at the same time. Kevin stroked his head “Shhhh.”He said. “You know you want it. It will be over soon.” Arthur was thrusting madly back and forth and then he cried out, pushed against Nigel’s bum and he felt the penis in him throb and throb as it spurted inside him. The old man stepped back and pulled out his cock and slapped Nigel’s bum. “Phew! Thanks!” Bill laughed and went off downstairs with Arthur. Sid stood up and moved into position. “It’s in you now, Nigel.” Kevin said. “We’ll make sure your pregnant before we go home, shall we?” As he spoke, Sid’s cock slid easily up inside Nigel’s arse through the lube and Arthur’s spunk and he sagged in surrender beneath the old man’s thrusts...

Met an older man on the internet who wanted a long slow blowjob. went to his place and after I had been sucking his cock for quite a while he asked me if I wanted some Poz cum to swallow. it really turned me on. This was the first time I had knowingly been sucking on a cock of a hiv Poz man. The thought of hiv infected cum in my mouth was incredible. It seemed in no time I moved his hands to the back of my head and and he duped wave after wave of Poz cum into my mouth and throat. he held my head in his cock and told me to swallow every drop which I did. after his load was in my stomach he told me he told me his viral load was incredible high since has never been on any meds and he actually had aids. I am gout I continue giving him blowjobs and swallow his loads.

There’s absolutely no way I won’t take my pleasure from the faggot. That’s it. Matter of fact I’m not interested in gay men or bottoms. I’m only interested in faggots. As implied, fags know their place. They know very well that when I man goes inside them is to USE THEM as a tool for our pleasure. What the fag wants is not only not relevant, it’s absurd that they present any wishes at all. What a Dom wants is the rule. And I for one, do not ask if can breed. I simply do it. It’s MY DIVINE RIGHT as an Alpha to breed faggots, and it is A FAG’s duty to offer his holes for my pleasure. If I ever encounter one who would ask that I pull out before shooting my precious male seed inside him, I would probably punch him. And as a good fag, he would quietly take my punches and would probably end up receiving my load any way. And THAT is why I only use and date and live with faggots. Not gay men.

mmm Nothing better then Hot Raw fucking in the woods.

My cock (in & out of the cage 😈)

By my hand? Never. With a massage gun/wand? At least daily. But not always orgasmic.

God I wish I could get used by him

Took me until I was 22, fortunately my mom was a cheating attention whore so I grew up knowing women's worst qualities and always wore a condom.

One of the reasons I'm glad I figured out I was a faggot when I was 12 (1976 for those of you who are counting...)

The older I get the less I care. It's not my damage and I'm not looking to marry him (got one of those, thank you). If he's a mess I can't fix that. I'm just there for the dick/ass/piss/sling whatever.

Oh you kids today. BACK IN MY DAY we had to drop a quarter in the machine to watch the silent Super 8mm grainy pic of Al Parker while taking dicks through a glory hole! ROFL!!! Personally I think I'd prefer someone not do this. I have a current fisting buddy who always plays music that doesn't really work for me but I like playing with his cunt so I let Madonna play. Porn would just make me laugh. So much of the time, no one is having any fun (with some exceptions) and it shows. For me, if porn is playing on a TV it's easier to tune out than if someone is focused on watching it on their phone.

Reminds me of the line from The Rose (Bette Midler's first movie, 1979) where Rose (basically Janis Joplin) says...."Long about 4:00 in the morning when your man comes home with WHISKEY on his breath and the smell of another woman.........on his.....PERSON."

I COULD EAT!

Ive never been picky about race as long as I can remember, but as I've become mostly a bottom cumdump, I've learned the power of letting guys chase me vs hunting. Now most the guys who reach out are black or latin. Big cocks are drawn to me and I must say they feel the best. Ill let anyone breed me, but if I get to choose, ill always pick the black tops.

I’m also keen to know more about hotels and venues in Taiwan (all over)

My Playroom—August, 2024 Keith couldn’t stop thinking about the play party he hosted at his house in July. (It was so much fun, I wrote it up in two parts,.) He wanted to come back to the playroom. I cleared a spot for him on my calendar. He arrived, right on time. I was already naked but for jock and boots, with my robe thrown over it all. He stripped down in the playroom, folding his clothes neatly until he was naked but for athletic socks, as the concrete floor was cool. We chatted about this and that, but the most intriguing thing he said was that he wanted to experiment a little. “I don’t know what—I’ll leave that up to you…” I nodded and assured him that if I did anything he didn’t like he simply had to tell me and I’d stop… “Let me suck that beautiful cock.” Keith indicates the bed. I sprawl on it, legs splayed. Keith is one of the most handsome men in my current stable. He is fit, with Hollywood good looks which he knows how to maintain, now in his 50’s. He kneels between my legs and takes my cock into his mouth. Fuck, he’s good. He sucks and licks, his eyes shining. He is truly worshipping my dick. And he remembers my balls, licking them first and then sucking them individually into his mouth. Back and forth as I jerk my cock and begin to breathe more heavily. His tongue flirts with my perineum too, but does not go lower. Not yet. But it makes me want to lick his ass. A lot. I tell him to get on the fuck bench. I love just seeing his ass spread before me. I kneel and start working him over with my tongue. He groans as he finds the mirror on the side wall—where he can see me attacking his ass. “Looks as hot as it feels…” he murmurs. My hands stop lubing my cock and I spread his butt cheeks to get even deeper into him. I stand up. Keith pants as my wet cock head finds his hole. The thick head pushes in. He groans and relaxes his ass muscles. I slide in. To the hilt. I wait a moment before I begin a slow fuck. “Use my ass!” I speed up the drilling. Keith is panting, his eyes riveted to the mirror, watching me dick him down. I abruptly stop. I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth. I already know he loves the taste of his ass on my dick. But today, I do it constantly. Some fucking. Clean it up. Some more fucking. Clean me! Now a true pounding before I tell him to lick my dick once more. His eyes are shining again. I’m on the right track… We move to the sling. I eat his used hole. I fuck Keith as hard as possible. His eyes are mostly on the mirror above us, but sometimes he closes them, concentrating on the feelings deep in his hole. I tell him to use his poppers. I fuck him hard again. I stop. I go to the side and remove a wrist restraint, where it has been swinging from the chains above his head. I put one on. The other. His eyes are big, but game. I clip them above his head. “No poppers now.” I eat his hole and fuck him. Long and slow, but building up to hard and fast. He moans. He moans even harder as I cum to the side of the sling and have him clean me up once again, his wrists pulling at the restraints. I unclip him and get him out of the sling. I undo the bottom of the sling from the two chains. It hangs at the front of the frame. I take his arms and clip then to a carabineer that hangs under the mirror. His arms are out stretched towards the ceiling, his back is bent, his ass arched towards me. I eat his wet hole. I spit noisily into him. I stand up and plow into his just-beginning-to-gape ass… * The sling is restored to its normal position and I am eating his hole after the blistering, standing/hanging fuck. I stand up. I slap my cock on his balls. And piss. Not a lot, but enough to cover them. I direct more of my flow onto his puffy ass lips. Keith moans. He knows, I think, what I’m going to do. I kneel and lick him clean. I want to kiss him. But I don’t. Yet. I fuck in his still wetter ass. My right hand plays with his nipples and hairy chest. It inches up. It encircles his throat. He nods. I tighten it slightly. Not for long. Then do it again. A little longer. His breathing, as I release, is rapid. Excited. His cock, semi-hard as I usually fuck, is erect and aching. Still buried in his ass, I can just bend and take him into my mouth, licking up his precum. Now I pull out of him and kiss him with his precum—and just a hint of the piss on my beard. Keith melts into sling. He makes a move to grab my head, forgetting that once more I had restrained his arms above his head. “Time for you to eat my ass.” I get him out of the sling, leaving the wrist restraints on for the rest of the play session. I get in, my legs on the chains, my ass ready for his experienced tongue. “I really need to piss. Should I go upstairs?” “Or there’s a laundry tub on the other side of the wall. Or you could piss on my ass crack before you eat me out…” The look on his face is wonderfully conflicted. He takes one step towards the door, stops, and comes back. He wills himself to piss. It’s a forceful stream. And well aimed. It sluices down my crack. And he can’t stop. It’s an endless piss. Totally clear. He directs some up to my balls, but mainly just keeps hosing down my crack. With no hesitation at all, the moment he runs dry, he kneels and buries himself in my overly wet ass. “Fuck,” he mumbles, sounding overwhelmed by how piss changes an ass eating. He can’t stop. And I don’t want him to. I stroke continually, as he rims and tongues me. I moan. I ask him to come up and kiss me. He does, bending across me. He’s rock hard now, his cock brushing my saliva laden ass. I love the taste of my hole on his tongue. I break the kiss and tell to stick his tongue back into me. He goes to his knees and repeats it all… * I fuck him, briefly, in the sling. Then I set up the rim chair and mat. I tell him to bend a moment on the fuck bench before I get under the seat. I stick the head of my dick between those swollen ass lips. I piss two spurts inside him. He gasps. I get under the rimseat and instruct him to sit. He does, the seat doing the work of spreading his cheeks for me. The piss is deeper than I thought, it does not immediately drip out onto my tongue. So instead, I keep jabbing it up into his tender chute. Finally, a trickle. I groan. More follows. A wonderful mix of piss and precum. It pours down my throat. Keith moans his approval. I eat him out. His cock must be hard again. I hear him stroking it to my tonguing. I finally tap his thighs. He stands. “Let’s reverse.” He gets under the seat. His cock is really only semi hard as he lays there. The moment I sit and his tongue goes into me, he is rock hard and drooling. I reach down and finger up some on his precum and taste it. I hit the poppers and check out for a moment, letting his tongue have his way with me. When I come back to reality, I get up and move to between his legs. I hoist them up and fuck him on the mat as he lays there. “This is where we need a third,” I tell him, “So you can eat his ass as I fuck and then we’d switch.” Keith moans, taking the brief, (and honestly rather awkward) fuck. I pull out and let him eat my ass a little longer. We go back to the sling. I fuck him. I know it’s getting late. He has a drive home. (and I think needs to get there before the boyfriend…) “You want my load?” “You know I do…” “Say it!” “Give me your big load, Sir.” He begins to pant. “I want to feel it drip out of me on the way home…” That does it. I fire deep inside him. I can’t stop. I hold onto the chains until I can breathe again. I help him out. “I don’t have to, but I’d kind of like to get off today.” “What can I do?” He indicates the bed. I lay down, legs spread, just as we started, but now my hard cock is losing its erection and drooling sperm. He lies on his back, resting on one of my thighs and has his face next to my jizz covered cock. He begins to clean me as he jerks. He fires off a huge load in no time…. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keith Wants to Experiment August 20, 2024

Pregnancy is always the trap card they play to keep men under their control. If this is the case advise him to do a DNA test, a sexless marriage is bad enough, however being guilt tripped into paying for some bastard is worse.