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Had crushes on my football coaches. When I was 18, would love to have had Austin fuck the shit out of my hole on film!

I would love to find someone willing to do this to me as well, in central GA

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Sorry I messed up pasting chapter 5;in the previous post.m FULL CHAPTER 5 The walk back to the truck was a blur of buzzing adrenaline and sticky, cooling skin. The humid evening air did little to cut through the heat radiating off their bodies. They didn’t speak until the cab doors were closed, sealing them in a silent, private world. “Holy fucking shit,” Jared finally breathed, his hands still gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white. He turned to Jordan, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and disbelief. “Did that just happen?” Jordan could only nod, a slow, dazed smile spreading across his face. His heart was still thumping a wild, erratic rhythm against his ribs. “It happened.” The words felt inadequate. What they’d done, what they’d been a part of, was more than an event; it was a seismic shift. A door had been blown off its hinges, and a whole new world of hungry, deviant possibility sprawled out before them. The confusion was gone, replaced by a crystal-clear, thrilling hunger. Jared started the engine, but didn’t put the truck in gear. He just looked at Jordan, the yellow light from the dashboard softening the sharp lines of his face. “That… turned me on. More than anything ever has.” He let out a shaky laugh. “Watching that guy use his Twink… fuck. And the way he looked at us. He wanted us to watch. He wanted us to join.” “Me too,” Jordan admitted, the confession feeling like a weight lifting off his chest. “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He paused, the memory of the woods mingling with an older, more private fantasy. “But you know what really gets me? Those videos. The ‘straight guys go gay for pay’ ones.” Jared raised an eyebrow, a curious smile playing on his lips. “Yeah? Which part? The guy getting paid?” Jordan shook his head, his pulse kicking up a notch. This was a deeper truth, one he’d never voiced. “No. I used to think that. But now… I think I want to be the one on my knees. The one making the straight guy feel so good he forgets about the money. Forgets he’s even with a guy.” The silence in the cab was electric. Jared’s eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to Jordan’s mouth for a tantalizing second. “Fuck, Jordan. That’s… let’s do it.” The plan formed with a frantic, giddy energy once they got back to Jordan’s house, his parents safely out of town for the weekend. They downloaded three different hookup apps, their shoulders pressed together as they hunched over Jordan’s phone. They crafted an ad together, Jared’s fingers flying over the screen: “Generous couple looking for curious straight guys. Discretion assured. $200 for your time.” The responses were immediate. A barrage of dick pics from guys named ‘Daddy’ and ‘HungTop,’ their profiles filled with gym selfies and lewd propositions. Jordan swiped left on all of them, a knot of disappointment forming in his stomach. This felt seedy, not thrilling. Then, a new notification popped up. The username was just ‘B_Blake22’. The profile picture was a cleverly angled shot of a torso, from the chin down to the hips, obscuring the face but showcasing a lean, toned stomach and a prominent bulge in grey sweatpants. But it was the series of small, intricate floral tattoos curling around the hip bone and trailing down the thigh that made Jordan freeze. “No way,” Jared whispered, snatching the phone. He zoomed in on the tattoos. “Is that…?” “Blake Miller,” Jordan finished, his mouth going dry. “It’s him. He’s the only guy in our class with ink like that.” A shocked, giddy excitement replaced the disappointment. They messaged back, their hearts in their throats. The conversation was stilted, transactional. Blake was direct. He needed money for car repairs. He’d never done anything with a guy. He wasn’t gay. Each denial sent a fresh, illicit thrill straight to Jordan’s groin. They arranged the meet. Jordan’s house. An hour. When the doorbell rang, the sound was like a gunshot in the quiet house. Jordan opened the door to find Blake standing there, hands shoved in his pockets, looking exactly as he had in the hallways of their high school—handsome, athletic, radiating a familiar, straight-boy confidence. His eyes darted past Jordan, and his jaw went slack when he saw Jared leaning against the living room archway. “Jared? Jordan?” Blake’s face cycled through confusion, shock, and a flicker of panic. “What the hell? I… I didn’t know… I mean, your ad…” “We know,” Jared said, his voice calm, a sly smile on his face. “Come in, man. It’s cool.” Blake stepped inside hesitantly, his eyes wide. “Look, I’m not gay,” he blurted out, as if saying it enough would make it true. “I just… the money. I’ve never even thought about…” “We get it,” Jordan said, his own voice surprisingly steady even as his cock began to thicken, pressing against his zipper. The denial was like gasoline on the fire of his arousal. “Beer?” They sat on the couch, the three of them, making awkward small talk for ten minutes, two beers doing little to cut the thick tension. Jared finally stood up and retrieved an envelope from the kitchen counter, placing it on the coffee table. The stack of cash was impossible to ignore. Blake stared at it, then drained his bottle. “Okay,” he said, his voice low. “Okay. What… what do you want me to do?” Jordan’s mouth was desert-dry. This was it. He looked at Jared, who gave him an almost imperceptible nod, then pulled out his phone, tapping the screen to start recording. The red light was a tiny, glowing eye of permission. Jordan slid off the couch onto his knees on the rug. The movement felt natural, powerful. He looked up at Blake, who was watching him with a mixture of fear and a dark, curious interest. Jordan reached out, his fingers trembling only slightly, and placed his palm on the outside of Blake’s jeans. He could feel the heat, the solid shape of him beneath the denim. He rubbed slowly, firmly, and felt the flesh beneath his hand begin to swell and harden. “Oh, fuck,” Blake muttered, his head falling back against the couch cushion, his eyes squeezing shut. Jordan worked the button of his jeans, then the zipper. The sound was obscenely loud. He pushed the rough fabric aside and reached into the opening of Blake’s boxers. His fingers brushed against coarse pubic hair, then found the hot, smooth skin of his cock. It was already half-hard, thickening rapidly under his touch. It was a nice cock, cut, with a slight, graceful upward curve. Perfect. “Stand up,” Jordan whispered. Blake complied, a marionette on a string of desire and cash. He pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles in one clumsy motion, his cock springing free. It was fully erect now, thick and veiny, the head flushed a deep, angry red. He sat back down, his legs spread, putting his masculinity on full, vulnerable display. Jared moved closer, phone held steady, the lens capturing every twitch, every flicker of expression. Jordan didn’t waste time. He leaned forward, his face inches from Blake’s groin. He could smell the clean, musky scent of him. He started by licking a slow, wet stripe from the base of his balls all the way up the underside of his shaft. Blake jolted, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. Jordan did it again, and again, lapping at him like a decadent treat, coating his length in a glossy layer of saliva. He took one of Blake’s balls into his mouth, sucking gently, rolling it with his tongue. “Jesus…” Blake breathed, his hands gripping the couch cushions. Finally, Jordan guided the head of Blake’s cock to his lips. He paused, making eye contact with Jared over Blake’s thigh, seeing the raw hunger in his best friend’s eyes. Then he opened his mouth and took Blake in. The effect was instantaneous. Blake’s eyes rolled back into his head, a long, low moan tearing from his chest. His whole body trembled. The sheer, unadulterated look of pleasure on his face was a drug. It made Jordan feel powerful, wanted, needed. He dove deeper, taking more of him, relaxing his throat until his nose was buried in Blake’s pubes. He started to move, establishing a steady rhythm, his hand working the base as his mouth suctioned the length. And then Blake started talking, his voice a ragged, broken thing. “Yeah… fuck… swallow my cock.” His instructions were no longer for Jordan, but for Jared. “Look at him… look at him suck me. Such a good mouth. Slower… oh god, slower. Feels so good. Faster now. Deeper. Stroke me while you suck me. Just like that. Keep going. I’m getting so close.” Jordan felt the cock in his mouth pulse, the veins thickening. He could taste the first salty-sweet hint of precum. He pulled off, letting Blake’s wet, slick dick slap against his stomach. Blake whimpered at the loss. “No, don’t stop… please…” Jordan waited, letting the edge of orgasm recede. He wanted to own this moment, to control this straight boy’s pleasure completely. He took him back into his mouth, building him up again with deep, passionate sucks, his tongue swirling around the frenulum. He brought him right back to the brink, feeling Blake’s thighs tense, his abs clench. “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna…” Blake begged, his voice cracking. Again, Jordan pulled off, a string of saliva and precum connecting his lips to the glistening purple head. He was playing him like an instrument, and he loved it. “Please,” Blake sobbed, his composure completely shattered. “Let me cum. Please, I need to cum.” Jordan looked at Jared, who was furiously stroking his own hard cock with his free hand, his breathing as ragged as Blake’s. Jordan gave a single, decisive nod. Now. He took Blake’s cock deep, deeper than before, burying it in his throat and holding it there. He looked up, meeting Blake’s desperate, pleading eyes. “I’m cumming!” Blake shouted, his body bowing off the couch. The first pulse was a violent, shocking burst of heat against the back of Jordan’s throat. He swallowed instinctively, and the action seemed to trigger a cataclysm within Blake. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum shot down his throat, each pulse accompanied by a guttural, almost pained moan from Blake. His body shook uncontrollably, his hands gripping Jordan’s hair, holding him in place as he emptied himself completely. When the last shudder passed, Blake collapsed back against the couch, panting, his eyes glazed over. He looked down at Jordan, who was still kneeling between his legs, a trail of cum on his chin. A look of pure, unadulterated disbelief washed over his face. “I’ve… I’ve never felt anything… so good in my life,” he stammered, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Never… from anyone…”

Im in Sacramento,California and sometime the list site is banned for me😭 tbh im surprised its working for me rn🥵

Fuck yeah. love the start of this story. fuck that bottom boy up!

Hot story and hot pics 🥵

Chapter 5 Jordan looked at Jared, who was furiously stroking his own hard cock with his free hand, his breathing as ragged as Blake’s. Jordan gave a single, decisive nod. Now. He took Blake’s cock deep, deeper than before, burying it in his throat and holding it there. He looked up, meeting Blake’s desperate, pleading eyes. “I’m cumming!” Blake shouted, his body bowing off the couch. The first pulse was a violent, shocking burst of heat against the back of Jordan’s throat. He swallowed instinctively, and the action seemed to trigger a cataclysm within Blake. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum shot down his throat, each pulse accompanied by a guttural, almost pained moan from Blake. His body shook uncontrollably, his hands gripping Jordan’s hair, holding him in place as he emptied himself completely. When the last shudder passed, Blake collapsed back against the couch, panting, his eyes glazed over. He looked down at Jordan, who was still kneeling between his legs, a trail of cum on his chin. A look of pure, unadulterated disbelief washed over his face. “I’ve… I’ve never felt anything… so good in my life,” he stammered, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Never… from anyone…”

Chapter 4 The sight of the kneeling man, the sounds of his eager mouth, the raw display of pleasure—it all sent a current of pure, unadulterated electricity straight to Jordan’s core. He was achingly hard, his own cock throbbing in time with Jared’s pulse against his tongue. But a new, daring thought bloomed in his mind, fed by Jared’s earlier confession about showing off. I want them to see me. I want them to see us. He pulled off Jared’s wet cock with a soft, wet pop, looking up at him. Jared’s eyes were glazed with lust, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. “Let’s get closer,” Jordan whispered, his voice husky with desire. Jared just nodded, a sharp, eager dip of his chin. They stood together, their hard cocks bouncing as they moved slowly, deliberately, through the undergrowth. The crunch of leaves beneath their bare feet seemed impossibly loud. The two men didn’t startle. The older one, his hand still fisted in the younger man’s hair, simply opened his eyes and watched them approach, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face. He gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod of welcome. The younger man pulled off the thick, veiny cock with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the glistening head. He turned to look, his eyes wide but not with fear—with excitement. “Well, hello there,” the older man said, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble. His gaze raked over Jordan and Jared’s naked, straining bodies. “You boys want to watch me fuck my Twink?” They both nodded, their throats too tight with anticipation to form words. They stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from the other men, to smell the musky scent of sex and sweat mingling with the earthy aroma of the woods. The older man didn’t wait for another answer. He spun the younger man around with a practiced ease, bending him over the moss-covered trunk of a fallen tree. The younger man—the boy—went willingly, spreading his legs and arching his back, presenting himself. The older man spat into his hand, slicked his own substantial length, and positioned himself. With one powerful, fluid thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. The boy cried out, a sharp, guttural sound that was pure pleasure. “Yes! Oh god, yes, Daddy!” The older man began to move, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm that rocked the younger man’s entire body. Each thrust was punctuated by a grunt, a slap of skin on skin. “You like this fat dick, boy?” the older man growled, his voice feral. “You like Daddy’s dick splitting your boy hole open?” “Yes, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Your cock feels so good in me! Harder! Deeper! Faster!” the boy begged, his voice cracking with each driving impact. Jordan and Jared were mesmerized. Their hands instinctively went to their own cocks, stroking in time with the older man’s thrusts. The visual was overwhelming—the powerful, hairy man dominating the willing, eager boy. The sheer carnality of it was the hottest thing Jordan had ever seen. He could feel his own orgasm building, a tight, hot coil low in his belly. He glanced at Jared; his best friend’s jaw was clenched, his strokes becoming frantic, his own precum leaking in a steady, slick stream that he used to lubricate his furious pace. They were both edging, holding themselves right on the precipice, over and over again, driven higher by the explicit show. The older man’s rhythm began to falter, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his grunts more urgent. “I’m gonna nut, boy,” he groaned, his voice thick with impending release. “You want Daddy’s load?” “Yes! Please, Daddy! I want it!” the boy cried out, his body trembling. “Where do you want it?” The boy twisted his head around, his eyes locking directly with Jordan’s. “On my face. Cover my face with it, Daddy.” The command, the raw filth of it, sent Jared and Jordan over another edge. They both moaned, their hands a blur on their own cocks, fighting not to climax. The older man pulled out of the boy’s ass with a wet, slick sound. He spun the dazed boy around onto his knees. The boy looked up at him with utter devotion, his mouth open, tongue out, ready. The older man fisted his own thick, dripping cock, stroking it hard. “Here it comes, boy! Daddy’s gonna nut all over your pretty face!” He let out a series of raw, animalistic groans, his body tensing. “I’m coming! Fuck!” Thick, white ropes of cum shot from his pulsing cock, splattering across the boy’s forehead, his cheeks, his chin, and his open, waiting mouth. The boy moaned, lapping at the cum that landed on his lips, his eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy. The sight was too much. Jordan felt his own control shatter. “Jared, fuck… I’m about to cum…” he gasped, the words torn from him. The boy’s eyes snapped open, landing on them. His face was a glistening, white mask. He grinned, a wicked, depraved smile. “Do it,” he urged, his voice breathy. “Cum on me too. Add to it.” The invitation was all the permission they needed. They looked at each other, a final, silent question answered in the frantic nodding of their heads. They stumbled forward, their cocks aching and dripping, until they were standing over the kneeling boy, their shadows falling across his cum-painted face. They didn’t need to coordinate. Their bodies were perfectly in sync. With twin, guttural cries that ripped through the quiet woods, their orgasms hit them. Jordan’s vision whited out as his cock jerked, pulsing, sending thick jets of his own hot release splashing across the boy’s face, mixing with the older man’s. He heard Jared’s own choked shout beside him, felt the faint mist of his best friend’s cum landing alongside his own. The boy laughed, a sound of pure, unhinged joy, and used his hands to smear the massive, combined load all over his skin. He gathered the sticky mixture and used it to lube his own neglected cock, stroking himself furiously. Within seconds, his back arched and he added his own volley of cum into the air, it arcing up before splattering onto the forest floor with a series of wet patters. Panting, spent, Jordan’s knees felt weak. He looked down at the blissful, utterly debauched boy, then over at Jared, whose chest was heaving, his expression one of stunned, sated awe. The older man clapped a heavy hand on Jared’s shoulder. “Damn, boys. That was a hell of a show,” he chuckled.

I do like it rough sometimes. No pain or permanent damage involved though. IRL I'm not submissive at all but when it comes to sex it can be very arousing to be bossed around. A top can take what he wants/needs. As long as the sex is good for both.

I'll signed up to be a bronco for the March 2026 event on Friday evening- haven't been to PS in years and CCBC was my first very memorable stay at the resort so looking forward to the trip and making new memories.

I was leaving a gay bar late one weekday night after dancing for a couple hours and was about to cross the street when I heard my name. I turned and saw Dave, a twink with a 9 inch cock that fucked me in a bath house the previous year. He gave me a hug. "Where you headed?" he asked. "Oh I'm just headed home," I told him. "You?" He gave me a smirk. "I'm thinking about hitting up the other bath house. Wanna come?" "Hell yeah," I told him. We walked over a couple blocks to the bath house. This was an older one that had been around a while. We went in and got a couple lockers and were given towels, neither of us wanted to spring for a room. We went to the locker area and the place was pretty much empty. We took our clothes off and I looked at his soft dick, knowing that it had already shot a load inside me, and knowing that I was going to be bending over for it again in a couple minutes. I wrapped the towel around my waist. "I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick," I told Dave, "I was dancing like crazy earlier." "Okay," he said. "Come find me when you're done." I went into the shower area hung up my towel and cleaned myself off, making sure to soap around my hole. I stepped out of the shower and dried off, then went to swap towels for a dry one. I found Dave near the front as he had just purchased a small bottle of lube. I grabbed a condom from a container mounted on the wall as I was in one of my safer sex moods. "Let's explore a bit first," Dave suggested, "I've never been here before." I agreed since it was my first time so we wandered around for a little bit with his arm around me. The place had the normal things, a hot tub, showers, rooms, a couple slings. The only indication that anyone else was there was some moans coming from one of the rooms. Otherwise, we didn't see anyone. Not surprising since it was a weekday night and the clerk said it was pretty dead. We found a little alcove with a padded seat on in and he pushed me down on it, and he leaned down and kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth to taste mine. His kissed his way down my chest and stomach and opened my towel revealing my rock hard 6 inch cock. He took it his mouth and expertly slid up and down it as he fondled my balls. He sucked me for a couple minutes and then stood up so I could take off his towel, revealing his 9 incher starting to chub up to full glory. I grabbed it and leaned forward, taking it in my mouth and he quickly went hard. "Fuck I missed this cock," I told him, "Can't wait to have it inside me again." He poured some lube on his hands as I leaned back and he started pushing into my hole with his fingers. "Actually I don't like being fingered," I said. "Oh sorry," he replied, and started rubbing the lube onto his hard bare cock. "Better use one of these," I said, holding up the condom. "We didn't last time. Everything okay?" he asked. "Yeah, all my tests were negative," I said, "I'm just trying to be responsible." "Okay, but you'll have to open it," he said. I can never do it with lube on my hands." I opened it up and rolled it onto his cock. He added more lube and I leaned back as he put the condom covered cock at the entrance to my ass. He started pushing his massive dick into me and slowly got the head past my sphincter. It felt like he was splitting me apart, but I knew from last time once he bottomed out I would be okay. He pushed in halfway and started pulling out and pushing back in again. It felt a little rough so I asked him to add a bit more lube. He pulled out and added some more, and slowly pushed all the way in. It was a little better, but still a little rough when he started pumping again. He did that for about a minute when I felt the condom snap. "Damn," I said, "I think the condom broke." He continued to fuck me. "Yeah it did," he said, "it feels amazing. Maybe it's a sign?" "What, that we shouldn't be using one?" I asked. He grinned and nodded at me, pushing balls deep in me. I playfully pushed him back and he slipped out of me, the condom bunched around the base of his dick. "Go grab another one," I told him, turning around on my hands and knees, "so you can keep fucking me." He took the broken one off and tossed it in a trashcan nearby, there were containers on the walls all over the entire so he didn't have to go far to get a fresh one. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled it on and lubed it up, lining up again at my already gaping hole, and slowly pushed back inside. He fucked me for a couple minutes but it was still feeling a bit rough. "Can we stop for a bit?" I asked him, "it's still feeling a bit rough, I think I need to relax a bit more." "We can go to the hot tub," he suggested, "maybe that'll loosen you up a bit." I agreed and he took off the condom and we wrapped the towels around us and went to the hot tub. I admired his form as he stepped down into the tub. He was a little shorter than me but rail thin, a total twink which made that massive 9 inch cock stand out even more. We settled down in the hot tub and just relaxed for a few minutes. "You know I totally thought you were a bottom the first time we met," I told him. "Yeah, most people do," he said, "but I'm a total top." "Yeah, I found that out," we both laughed. "So you were trying to fuck me that night?" he asked. I nodded. "But I turned the tables," he said. "Hey I didn't mind," I told him, "you have a great cock, bet most people are happy to bottom for you." "A lot of guys can't take it," he replied. "It's definitely a work out," I said. "And you were the first guy in 2 years to let me fuck him without a condom," he said. "Yeah, I was a bit drunk that night, so made some bad choices," I said. "Seemed like it was a pretty good choice to me," he said, "as I recall it was after the hot tub at the other place and when we were making out in the room, you were on top and it just slid in." "Yeah," I nodded, "you were leaking so much precum we didn't even need lube." "Hey I used spit!" he said. We both laughed. "I remember it so well because you pulled me balls deep in you with your legs when I was cumming and you came at the same time," he told me. "Yeah, you were balls deep," I said, "that's probably why it took so long to leak out of my ass. I remember walking and was almost home and then it just leaked into my underwear." "Fuck that's making me so horny," he said. I reached over underwater and grabbed his cock. "Let's get out and finish what we started," I told him. We kissed for a bit and then he followed me up the stairs out of the tub. I was drying my hair when I felt his hands on my hips. I looked over my shoulder and he leaned in and kissed me. I felt the bare head of his cock at my hole; he lined that up perfectly. I moaned as he slid his raw pole into my already lubed ass. It felt so amazing. He broke off the kiss and whispered in my ear, "you sure you don't want another load?" It was hard to saw no with that magnificent dick 9 inches deep into my ass, but I managed to pull forward off of it. "No," I said, "we should be responsible." I led him into the room where one of the slings were and climbed in it while he got another condom and rolled it on. He lubed it up and placed it at my hole and thrust in and started fucking me again. Once again, it felt a little rough, so after a few minutes I had him pull out and pointed to a nearby bench for him to lay on figuring maybe a different position might help. I lifted his condom covered cock straight up and lowered myself down on it. I rode him for a couple minutes, but it still felt like he was ripping me up. I was straddling him on the bench and I stopped completely bottomed out. I reached down and picked up the bottle of lube. "It feels like the lube isn't working," I told him as I scanned the bottle. It was just water based lubricant, nothing special. He shrugged, "maybe it's not compatible with the lube that's already on the condom." "That would suck," I said, "then we'd have to stop." "We wouldn't have to," he grinned up at me. "Do you mind if I just jerk off while sitting you like this?" I asked. "Of course not," he replied, "I can just jerk off after." I started jerking off while he watched me. His cock felt good in me, but I really liked how It felt when it was moving across my prostate. I stopped jerking and pulled off him. "What's wrong?" he asked me. "I just want to try something," I told him. I rose up off his cock and pulled off the condom and tossed it in a nearby garbage can. Dave looked at my quizzically as I held his cock straight up and lowered my unprotected ass onto it. His look of confusion turned to pleasure as I bottomed out on his raw cock. I slid up and down it a couple times before settling down again. He raised his eyebrows at me. "Better?" he asked. "Yeah, it's not rough anymore," I replied, "maybe it was the lubes reacting to each other." "Maybe it's psychological," he smiled up at me, "maybe you just crave a hard raw dick in your ass." "Yeah, but it's risky," I said. "I think you like the risk," he said. "and I can prove it." "How?" I asked. He flexed his cock and I jolted as it rubbed my prostate. "Because my hard raw cock is still leaking precum in your unprotected ass. You would've pulled off by now. I can pull out before I cum if you want me to keep fucking you, but I think you'd rather let me breed you." I couldn't tell if he was only joking, but he was right. I liked the risk, I liked the feel, I hated how clinical condoms felt. I wanted skin on skin and I wanted cum dripping from my ass. Dave rolled forward so I was on my back and he was in between my legs. His 9 incher stayed in the whole time. He slowly pulled all the way out of me and grabbed his dick. "See?" he asked, pointing to the precum leaking out his piss slit, "that's what's been leaking into your ass the last minute. I could feel it leaking out into you. You want more?" I put my hand on his cock and brought the head to my hole again. "Fuck yeah!" I told him, "fucking breed me. Don't pull out, fuck me til you cum." He pushed forward and I watched between my legs as that monster cock slid in, skin to skin. He started fucking me. There was no pain or roughness this time, just fullness. He fucked me on the bench for a couple minutes until he pulled out and picked up the lube and our towels and led me back to the little padded alcove in the hallway. We were both completely naked and I could see the lube glistening on his cock. He pushed me forward onto the padding on my hands and knees. He knelt behind me and put his raw dick back into my ass and started thrusting. "I knew you were a cum slut the last time we fucked," he said, "you begged me to shoot my load in you." "And now you're going to do it again," I told him. He slammed deep into my ass, "you know it, and anyone who walks by us is gonna know you're taking it bare and that you're a cumslut." He fucked me doggy for about 5 minutes, alternating between grabbing my shoulder, hair, or hips, all the while thrusting his 9 inches bareback into me. He flipped me over onto my back and entered me again, and we started passionately kissing as he went balls deep in me. I started to jerk my cock faster and felt my orgasm starting to grow. I had my legs around him as his naked cock pounded my ass. I started whispering in his ear, "fuck that ass, I want that fucking load, breed my ass!" He pushed himself up while fucking me and looked into my eyes, "I'm going to fill your cunt with my load. I'm getting close!" I started squeezing my ass so it was milking his cock and it made him moan. I felt my own orgasm rising as he looked at me. "Fuck I'm gonna cum!" he cried and thrust in and out of my ass he spilled his seed into me. I was so turned on knowing this hung twink just shot his semen into me my own orgasm hit and I shot all over my chest and belly. He collapsed down on the pad next to me and his cock popped from my ass with a squelch. I felt his load start to stream out of my stretched hole. He held me close and we talked before a bit before getting up and heading to shower the cum off.

So this happened three weeks ago. My former boss and I mess around and are dating. He wanted to whore me out to 20 of his army buddies because of rememberence day. We agreed to do this over a two days. On November 11, my bf gagged me and put a mask on me. They could not hear what I was saying but I could see them. He made take the first ten of his buddies. All was hung, married and condoms was optional. I took all of them and three had two arounds on me. After my bf breed me with their sloppy seconds still in me. The next round was on a Friday some where married and just wanted oral sex. I took all 10 of them and some split roast me and passed me around like I was just an object. One of the guys I knew, he was on of supervisors at a site I worked at. He about 6 feet 7 inches tall. He went full animal on me. He made me suck his dick while he fucked me. When he cummed in me, he just zipped up and left.

Fucking super HOT!

Good start hope there will be more

To the OP though, I've always thought that refraining from sex for x number of days increases both the hunger for sex, as well as the volume of the load. That's why I wait for the weekends to hit the fuckjoints - I'm what one could call Damn READY after several days - and I like both the self-control, and the result when breednights roll around.

and I hope all of Santa's helpers at the party helped increase your "burden" of carrying/retaining so much sperm in that hairy hole. Glad jul !!!

Hardly. You're not a selfish fuck, you're conscious, in tune, aware of what the other guy(s) are experiencing. From the most sadistic, hard-core Bd/Sm scene, to the most vanilla sex imaginable, it takes a man with respect not only for the other guy(s), but respect for his own sexual appetite. After reading your commentary in various threads for a few years, I feel I know you well enough (in this context, at least) to know that you respect yourself enough to avoid harming your fuckbuds/tricks in any way. Some call it being a "mensch". Some call it being a Man. By whatever moniker, you're a man.

There might be another competition between the brothers--who can be the sluttier one. Luke definitely has stepped out of his "comfort zone" when he voluntarily lets a strange poz man have his way and breed Luke deeply and thoroughly within literally minutes of arriving at the beach. He then sees Tony getting recharged himself, so he finds a poz couple and gets double-teamed by Aaron and Darren. As they say, Luke behaved like a kid in a candy store on the beach--partaking of the variety of guys on the beach and their poz loads. Who knows--Maybe, Tony will experience a second fuck flu, and there will be three men seroconverting together soon. We got a glimpse of what to expect from Mark and Thomas' sex tour. Chad deposited his toxic cum into Thomas. Will Luke want Chad to breed him as well now that he knows Chad is poz and Luke is not on PrEP? Oh the web that the poz brotherhood creates! It's a who has topped or bottommed for whom scenario. I will be curious to learn how many shared tops the brothers will have when their pozzing journeys are finished. Eagerly waiting for the next chapter...