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Both are hot men, wish the top has deeper longer strokes but a hot video nonetheless

Hi will be in Seattle from Sun to Fri this week. I'm a bottom love being used, like being in the sling blindfolded, huffing and taking group loads. Enjoy porn, light BDSM, if you're interested hif me up. Open minded, open to ideas. Neg, clean and STI free, you must be as well.

Has Drew’s dad always been having sex with men or is it new? Seems like kinda going from 0 to 100 in a short span of time lol if he’s going from no sex with men to orgies with his son 😸🐽

Sound advice. Unless it's a moderator misbehaving.

16 here and I think that's fine. The bigger problem is age gap, because it would be legal for an adult my age with a 16 year old and there's a lot of issues with that. Some countries manage this by having age of consents, potentially higher than 16 but add rules for people being close in age, so for example the age of consent is 18 but they're not going to get involved with a 17 and 19 year old, but they would not be ok with a 17 and 37 year old. I recently had an experience with the youngest guy I've been with, he was 20. I am just old enough to be his dad. I asked extra questions and felt more comfortable that he actually wanted to be top. He wasn't my usual type to top me, but he was super keen to get his hands on a hairy guy old enough to be his dad and I was having a hard time to say no to that kind of energy, so we met up and was a good meet.

People have a long history of wanting stuff they can't have, like the hot married guy next door. Or so it seems in this situation because they can have some 'straight' guys. My experience, as long as you're talking about liking women, masc, stick on some plaid and jeans or whatever all the guys are wearing locally, you're 'straight' for a lot of guys. I'm not looking different to the guy next door that he's been wanting, so I'll good enough give him that experience. But I am bi, even if he does not see it. And the hot married guy next door might be bi as well. It's a problem that bi and gay men aren't seen as potentially being any guy, it makes stereotypes worse.

what happened after the 3 years?

It was definitely once of the hottest fucks ever.

Two nights ago Drew’s Dad came over. He was hard and ready to fuck. We all sucked cocks for a while. Drew’s Dad has a real handsome dick - just like his son. When the time came I got down doggy, spread my legs, arched my back and presented my hole. Drew’s Dad didn’t hesitate, he mounted my arse forced his thick uncut cock deep inside me. He rode me hard and with a loud grunt he pumped his seed in me. He pulled out and Drew mounted me. As his Dad watched Drew fucked me good. Soon he was moaning and I knew was close. He went in deep and fucked his load in me. I was in fucking heaven. My arse was full of my Boy’s and his Dad’s sperm. there’s so much I’m gunna do with them. Drew’s Dad has gotta give up his arse to us.

Chapter 4 - The conversion The world vanished into deep, rich black silk. He tied it firmly but not painfully behind my head, the knot pulling just enough to emphasize my helplessness. My other senses exploded into hyper-awareness, each one suddenly a raw nerve ending. I heard his measured footsteps on the concrete, moving around me, the slight scuff of his expensive shoes a deliberate punctuation in the heavy silence. I felt the cool, almost clinical air of the expansive room on my bare skin, a stark contrast to the internal inferno already raging within me. My pulse throbbed in my temples, a frantic drumbeat against the hum of the drugs already coursing through my system. Before he’d blindfolded me, the scene had been a blur of neon and shadow. I’d arrived already buzzing, a few tabs of Molly dissolving that pesky voice of conscience, an initial gulp of G loosening my limbs and my inhibitions. But he had upped the ante. He’d laid out the works: a mirror glinting with crystalline shards of Tina, a small vial of clear liquid, and a sterile pack containing a new syringe. “This is about more than just a fuck,” he’d said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. “This is about surrender. Total, absolute. You want the payment? You earn the experience.” He’d insisted on the ‘booty bump’. A small, meticulous line of crushed Tina, carefully mixed with a drop of water, drawn into an oral syringe. The clinical precision of it was almost a turn-on in itself. He’d guided my trembling hand, the applicator slick with lube, as I eased it into my own asshole, pressing the plunger. The rush had been immediate, a molten wave of heat blooming deep inside, spreading outwards, sharpening every sensation, every desire. He’d followed suit, a shared intimacy of self-violation that bound us even before our skin touched. The Molly made me crave connection, the G made me careless, and the Tina… the Tina made me an insatiable, reckless animal. Now, blindfolded, his presence was a magnetic force. I smelled the sharp, chemical tang of poppers when he uncapped the bottle nearby, the scent tearing through the residual haze of the other drugs. “Hands on the table,” he commanded, his voice a gravelly rasp that seemed to vibrate in the very air around me, cutting through my heightened senses. I obeyed, my hands flat against the cold, smooth leather of the examination table. The leather itself felt alive, cool and yielding beneath my palms. I heard the soft rustle of his clothes as he undressed, the material whispering against itself, revealing hints of the taut, muscular body I knew was beneath. Then his hands were on me, gloved in latex, slick with cold lube. They were impersonal and efficient, turning me around, guiding my hips to lie back on the table. He spread my legs, lifted them, adjusting me with a practiced ease that made me feel utterly dehumanized, yet thrillingly exposed. His fingers, deft and unyielding, began circling my asshole, dilating and stretching me, pressing deeply, exploring every inch of my opening without asking for permission. The clinical nature of it, the cold, latex-covered invasion, was its own unique kind of depravity, stripping away all pretense of romance or even mutual desire. I was a subject. An experiment. A vessel. My heart was hammering against my ribs, a frantic drum against the backdrop of my roaring drug-addled brain. The Tina had me rigid, my muscles trembling with a barely contained energy, my cock already painfully hard, ready to explode. The G had me loose and pliant, my asshole relaxed even under his relentless assault. The Molly had stripped away my fear, replacing it with a desperate need for all of it. Then I felt the head of his cock, blunt and insistent, at my entrance. It was bigger than I remembered from the hazy night on the couch, from the quick, anonymous touch that had initiated this dark bargain. A thick, veiny column, slicked with my own lube, pressing, prodding. “The poppers,” he said again, his voice a gravelly whisper right by my ear, the sound a physical vibration against my skin. He held the bottle to my nose. “Now.” I inhaled deeply, the ammonia fumes burning my nostrils, then blossoming behind my eyes, a dizzying, head-rushing explosion of pure, mind-numbing sensation. The world tilted, spun, and for a glorious, terrifying second, ceased to exist. In that same instant, as the chemical high erased the last shreds of my resistance, melting me into a puddle of pure, raw sensation, he thrust into me. It was one smooth, brutal motion. He buried himself to the hilt, stretching me to my absolute limit, filling me completely, a hot, heavy mass of flesh. I cried out, a strangled sound that was equal parts pain and overwhelming ecstasy. My body seized around him, accepting, yielding, desperate for more. The poppers hammered everything home, locking me into this moment of exquisite, agonizing pleasure. He set a punishing rhythm from the start, each thrust jarring me against the cold leather of the table, driving me deeper into the abyss of sensation. He was silent except for his ragged breathing, the animalistic grunts that escaped his throat with each powerful stroke. This wasn’t about mutual pleasure. This was about ownership. About transmission. About a transaction being fulfilled. Suddenly, a different cold sting, a sharp prick on my forearm, cutting through the haze. My mind, drug-addled as it was, registered the familiar sensation. A slam. He wasn’t just fucking me; he was initiating a different kind of penetration, a different kind of shared experience. I heard the faint click of the plunger as he injected something into my vein, then his own low hiss of satisfaction as, I presumed, he slammed himself too, a shared ritual of chemical surrender while he was still buried inside me. The second rush hit me almost immediately, a fresh, electric wave of Tina surging through my bloodstream, amplifying every nerve ending, every tremor, every thrust. My body became a conduit for pure sensation, my thoughts dissolving into a soup of insatiable lust and dizzying oblivion. “This is what you sold,” he grunted, his voice strained with effort, his hips grinding into me with renewed ferocity. “This is what you bought.” He wasn’t talking to me, not really. He was talking to himself, narrating the event, cementing the terms of our dark contract to the universe. One of his hands found my hair, tangling in it, pulling my head back, exposing my throat, my vulnerability. The other closed around my already throbbing cock, stroking me with a relentless, knowing rhythm that mirrored his own thrusts. I was babbling, begging, though I didn’t know for what. For him to stop? For him never to stop? For this glorious, terrifying oblivion to swallow me whole? The combined effects of Molly, G, Tina, poppers, and the fresh slam had me utterly unhinged, my body a puppet to his every command, my mind lost in a shimmering fog of pleasure and fear. I felt the tension coiling in my gut, the familiar pull of an impending orgasm, but it was different this time. Darker, deeper, tainted with the primal fear of the unknown, yet liberated by the utter surrender. My body was screaming, stretched to its breaking point, yet aching for more, for this relentless invasion to continue, to consume me entirely. “You’re going to take it,” he growled, his pace becoming frantic, erratic, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, each impact a punch to my gut. “You’re going to take my load. You’re going to remember this feeling for the rest of your life. The feeling of becoming.” His words, infused with the guttural release of his own impending climax, tipped me over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me, violent and uncontrollable, painting stripes across my stomach and chest as my cock spasmed relentlessly. I screamed into the blindfold, a guttural, primal sound that was torn from the deepest part of my being, my body seizing around him, clinging to him even as I bucked against the table. My climax triggered his. With a final, deep, almost guttural roar, he stilled, buried inside me, his body trembling violently. I felt the hot, pulsing release, wave after wave of his molten seed pumping into me, filling me to overflowing. The physical manifestation of the transaction. The moment of conversion. A tremor wracked his body, and he let out a long, low groan that sounded like victory, like a predator sated. He collapsed on top of me for a moment, his weight heavy and warm, his breath hot against my ear. Then, with a sudden, almost clinical detachment, he pushed himself up and pulled out of me. The loss of his presence was a physical ache, an emptiness that echoed the void left by the drugs now beginning their inevitable descent from their peak. I felt a cold trail of his come leaking out of me, mixing with the lube and my own bodily fluids, running down my inner thighs. He untied the blindfold. The sudden rush of light was blinding, harsh, cruel after the intense darkness. I blinked up at him, my eyes struggling to adjust, the fluorescent overhead lights throwing stark shadows across his face. He was looking down at me, his expression unreadable, a strange mix of exhaustion and triumph. Sweat gleamed on his chest, on his brow, the remnants of his exertion. He looked down at where his spend was already leaking out of me onto the black leather, a shimmering, sticky testament to what had just transpired. “It is done,” he said, his voice flat now, all the passion and intensity spent, replaced by a cold finality. He turned and walked away, his back to me, not sparing another glance. He began to dress, methodically, as if nothing profound had just happened. I was left lying there, shattered and transformed, my body still buzzing with the chaotic symphony of drugs and lingering pleasure, my mind reeling from the raw, undeniable impact of the experience. The $50,000 problem was finally solved, a debt paid in the most absolute currency. But a million-dollar worth of new ones, unseen and terrifying, had just begun to bloom in the darkest corners of my soul. The conversion was complete. I was no longer just me; I was a host, a vessel, irrevocably altered, carrying the heavy weight of a secret, and perhaps, a new life ticking inside

I've gotten happy ending by stroke with a massage ... my preferrence these days is to give the happy ending rather than get. Tell the guy up front that I want him to tease my mouth while he's working on me. When he's ready fill my mouth and I'll be a happy man. Will have to add my ass to the menu next time.

In general I agree, but I've had a couple of experiences with straight tops who won't look at me or will barely touch me, just my hole around their dick. They were, frankly, dud fucks. That's wholly unsatisfactory. I've learned to screen for actually enjoying and wanting to look at the hole you're fucking. Never want that tepid, cowardly kind of dick in me again.

This happened last weekend. But I've still been thinking about it. I've mentioned this guy before. He's the guy that's very much into public play and has a very much aggressive streak and loves to do all forms of play with me. But I'll elaborate a little more. I haven't seen this guy since our last encounter where we also talked a bit. I got a surprise invite to see him over the weekend out of the blue and of course I jumped at the opportunity. I went over to his place. He's such a striking man. Big long beard that's kinda bushy. Very much a bear as well. He has earrings and a nose piercing he sometimes wears as well. I was so happy to see him at the door and walking into his place. We immediately hugged and kissed. It was so good to see him again. Unfortunately allergies were kinda striking me hard so I wasn't 100% myself. He did a bit of his foreplay like some breath play, and impact play, and lots of kissing and also him exploring my body a lot. I thought I might just be a little weary of being hungry but after playing we got some food. Then when we went back we resumed our play a bit more. It was so hot at one point he was on top of me and sitting on me basically. He leaned down and I already knew what was coming I opened my mouth. He let some of his saliva flow from his mouth into mine. While he was doing this he got a call from a straight friend of his. It was comedic watching him wipe the saliva off his beard while talking to his friend. I was rubbing his chest while he was talking to his friend it was hot. Once he was off the call I licked the saliva off his beard and he licked me back. I love how much he is into licking, scents, and biting. After that we watched a movie and cuddled. It was nice caressing his beard and petting it and even laying on it while watching the movie. At one point we both got shirtless and that was nice and comfortable as well. It was getting late and we both got into bed. I was sucking on his pierced nipples and he was enjoying it. I love how he moans when I suck on his nipples. Neither of us were exactly tired so we chatted a bit more. I learned a lot more about him and some of his past. I was right when I sensed leather in him and everything he does. He has had leather training and been on both sides. I haven't learned as a Dom/Top but I did have experience as a leather boy. He knew some of it but I told him more of it. I found out he's not actually a dominant or a top. He's actually more kinda like me? Or maybe someone I could be. Everything that he does to me the rough play, the aggression, the energy, and different forms of kink are things he likes and also likes done to him. It shouldn't be too surprising but just been a very long time since i've been remotely around guys like that. It helped me understand him better and also how our meetings and outings are progressing. I sort of realized we are both kinda of in the same place. We both drifted to sleep in each other's arms. Then the morning "came". I think we both woke up roughly around the same time. I woke up and first thing I did was start playing with his nipples and sucking on his pierced nipples. The idea of an oral fixated way to wake someone is something I learned years ago. But that was slightly different but I still do think of it with fond and horny memories. He was loving me sucking his nipples and he was very much waking up. I started kissing him and licking his beard and chest. I worked my down to his hard PA cock getting hard. I slowly sucked and licked his balls and chewed on them a little too. I've said this before but he likes pretty much every part of him lightly chewed/bit on including his cock and balls. Initially when I learned this especially sucking his cock it was weird because as a bottom you are trained to never bite a top's dick. But I took his PA cock into my mouth. He has a huge PA ring on his cock. It's a little hard for me to take sometimes but I am also not that used to PAs. I knew what to do I sucked his dick completely and when going up and down his PA bear dick I lightly nibbled and bite at the top of his dick. He groaned and moaned when I did this and got harder. I love how I have gotten the hang of sucking and going down on his dick and when coming up lightly bitting near the top of his dick. It sounds crazy I know but he gets harder and hornier when I do this. Regardless of how weird it felt at first I love to serve and find new ways to serve men. My dick was also getting hard. Actually it was pretty much already rock hard when I was kissing him and playing with his nipples. I pulled off his dick and started kissing him again. I took a little bit of a page from his book. Whatever figurative and maybe literal cloud that was over my head the previous day with the sinuses dragging me down was mostly gone. My dick was full rock hard and my passion, energy, and playfulness was back. I stuck my finger in his mouth and he sucked on it. It was so fucking hot. I reached under his balls and started rubbing his hole. He was getting hornier so I put two fingers in his mouth and he sucked them. I took the wet saliva fingers and started playing with his hole more and pushing my fingers in his hole. I kissed him some more and then I pulled and pushed him to his side. Hehe just like he likes to pull and push me around. Damn I'm getting hard just typing this. When he was on his side his hole was nice and wet. Last time i fucked him I didn't do this and he was pretty tight. I spit on my cock since I never really use lube and pushed my uncut cock in his hot bear ass. He had a deep gutteral moans. The further I pushed in he would moan even more but very deep moans. This was so different compared to the country bear I fucked a few days prior. I started actually fucking him with more speed and he kept moaning. I started pulling out all the way and then pushing my dick back in. I started fucking him a little harder and deeper. His deep moans were turning into gasps and asking me to fuck him. There it was. I started fucking him faster and harder. He said he wanted me to breed him. I was so fucking horny after everything he did to me and everything we both did together I was wanting to breed him. I fucked him faster and harder and felt my dick getting harder until I shouted out and bred him. I just layed next to him for a moment with my cock still in him and my load still emptying. I caressed his chest and nipples lightly with my fingers for a few moments. He turned over and then I just layed on his chest for a few moments. We both decided to get up and have some coffee. I went to the bathroom quick to piss and brush my teeth. We enjoyed coffee together and he even made me some english muffins and I also had a banana. I actually cannot remember the last time a guy made something for breakfast for me after spending the night with them or me doing it for them. Outside of a relationship that is. We both talked a bit more during breakfast and coffee and shared hot experiences. He shared some things he wanted to do and places he wanted to go to. I definitely had my full energy back. After breakfast we started making out in the kitchen and I was getting hard and leaky. I really honestly actually wanted to bend him over the stove and fuck him again. But I decided to hold back on that maybe another time. Instead I started kissing him in the kitchen and he passionately kissed me back. We both were semi clothed just a shirt and underwear. I played with his nipples through his shirt. I also rubbed his sexy fur chest. I licked his beard and face and he responded with a few moans and groans. We went back to kissing and I slowly started to take off his shirt. He lifted his arm up and I started nuzzling my nose in his pits and absorbing his scents and smells. I then gently took my tongue and started licking and washing his arm pits with my tongue. He said he loves my tongue and I kept licking and taking in his arm pit smell it was so hot. He lifted the other one and i worked on the other one as well. I played with his nipples and twisted his nipples like he likes and we went back to kissing. I then broke away and started sucking his nipples. He kept groaning while I was sucking his nipples stating how much he loves me sucking them. My dick was hard in my underwear pressed against his and I grabbed his bulge in his underwear. Both of us were pressing against each other's bulge. I started to sink down slowly and I was licking his chest hair and his body with my knees slowly bending down. He smiled at me and while licking his chest and chest hair I gently pulled down his underwear and he took them off. I sank my knees down even more until I was at his belly and started licking his belly and the piercing around his belly. Then gently biting his belly which he loved. He said he loves when I chew on him. My knees bent all the way down until I was on my knees looking up at the hot incredible sexy man I admire so much. He told me how cute and good I look on my knees. I licked around his sexy bush and crotch and licked his balls as well. I took his balls in my mouth and slightly nibbled on them which he was loving. I felt his hard cock flailing my face while I was doing this. I brushed my beard against his cock and he moaned when I did this. I looked at his hard cock with the PA ring on it and took it into my mouth. He called me a good boy and I looked up at him. He again said how good I look on my knees. I started sucking his PA cock again and taking him deep and then biting near the top of his cock making him harder and more excited. He was starting to fuck my face a little. I was panicking a little because he has a huge PA ring on his cock but I was determined. He was enjoying me sucking him and I barely broke eye contact from him. I just loved the view of looking up at him and I know he loved looking down at me and looking at my eyes. He pulled me up and kissed me again. While we were making out and playing with each other we walked back into the living room. He pushed me on his sofa like area and got on top of me. He pinned my arms down and started kissing me again. He leaned pulled away and I saw what he was doing with his mouth. I opened my mouth and accepted his saliva. He called me a good boy. He started licking my nipples and then sucking on them. It felt so good. I still remember last time when he worked my nipples so much they were sore for a week I loved it. He actually licked my face and my beard and bit it too. So that's what it feels like? I love doing that to him but didn't know it felt that hot. Damn it was incredible. He pulled my arms back and started licking my pits as well. This is also something I've done to him that I love to do and it felt great. He worked down to my naval and licked the hair around my belly until he got to my crotch. He started sucking on my balls and his mouth felt so good on them. Then he got to my hard uncut cock. He took the precum from my uncut cock on his fingers and feed it to me. I gladly accepted it and loved the taste. He kissed me afterwards and we both shared the taste together. Then he went back to my cock and started sucking it again. Oh it felt so good. He does like to be a little playful with it too which makes me wince a little bit but I know that's also intentional. I loved him sucking my cock and a part of me really wanted to fuck him again. He pulled off and came back over me and we started kissing again. I've said this before and I've said it here. But I cannot get enough of our beards touching and me feeling his beard against mine or my tongue and lips against his. I actually broke away from kissing him for a moment and told him how much I loved that and described it in detail. He said he loves it as well and he has definitely noticed it. He did some more breathe play with me. He told me to look at him directly when he was doing it. It was very hard to do it but I tried to not let my eyes gaze leave him even though I was drifting. He stopped and called me a good boy. He shifted his position and then he was sort of sitting on me and he started jacking off his pierced dick. Fuck it was so hot to watch him jack off I played with his nipples twisting them how he liked them. He kept jacking off his dick and I kept playing with nipples. He stopped jacking off his cock and pulled me up. We both went back to making out. He went back to playing with nipples and twisting them. Pretty much the remainder of the morning was just back and forth making out and playing with each other and him doing some kind of play on me. And then we had yet another talk. Pretty much re-iterating what he said last time about wanting to have some partial play ownership of me for a duration of a session. And how he wants to use me in different ways. The most interesting part of the conversation is what he described my urges. He mentioned headspace as well. This is a term I have not heard in several years. But I know very well what it means. He definitely knows there is a side of me that i'm suppressing my sexual desires and he is not wrong at all. I think he wants to help me unleash that but just under his control. I cannot wait to see this man again especially considering that we spent almost a full day together for his session. Probably the longest time we've spent together but I loved every minute of it. Load Count 1 = Fucked and Bred him

Nerves are on high, but his 9 inch cock rest on my leg as he says, are you ready to fly? Fuck ya sir, as the point empties into my arm, and he takes the blue tourny off my arm, the rush thru my body, the cough, the tingle in my cock balls and hole, I say, Sir, fuck, fuck me now please! Oh i plan on it. He flips me over and spits on my hole, smacks it with his uncut precum soaked foreskin tip, and says, No turning back now boy, me not caring at all, He says, Take this poz chem cock, I look back, he slams his in his cock, seeing the blood on his dick has me spreading my bubble butt cheeks begging for him to wreck my hole, I can't believe how huge his cock got, and with no mercy he slams that thick dick balls deep, even tho I was so high the pain was so much, I scream out in pain, and pull away but he puts one foot on my neck and somehow swivels just right that his massive cock goes even further in my once tight hole. He grins with this devilish smile and I feel his cock go past that second hole and he lets out a low grunt and says, oh there it is , and for the next 30 minutes, probably longer, this bull just pounded me. I ended up blacking out for sometime, coming too to him still using my now stretched hole, adding a thumb or finger, saying, oh ya boy your hole is now mine, u feel my first load in your wrecked hole? I mumbled some thing as he slaps my face, and says, I can't hear you! YES SIR, I SAY. GOOD BOY! NOW, he pulls out and I notice 2 other men, even bigger than him, but then he come up to me and gets me some water. Well I thought it was water. And end up putting that blue thing in my arm as the other man grabs my hips, I feel his giant tip about to push in after that point is emptied then..... Part 2 coming soon 😈

I have been sucking off Family members since I was a young boy and sti;; have a nephew who is now open and likes to address me as Uncle Faggot sharing videos exposing me has my brother asking for more

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I have been sucking off Family members since I was a young boy and sti;; have a nephew who is now open and likes to address me as Uncle Faggot sharing videos exposing me has my brother asking for more

Love tasting my own cum. I lick my wife's pussy after a fuck session and she takes great pleasure in it. Sometimes I get a nice mouthful and we share it. Cum is good. I just wish I could suck my own cock.

Damn! Great start. Can't wait to read about the party.

Near Home—September, 2024 I finally had someone coming to the playroom—and then he cancelled at the last minute, with a questionably generic excuse. I found myself, instead, at the bookstore. It proved an eventful Tuesday afternoon… The lot is half full. Encouraging. I go in and there are almost a dozen men watching the two screens. A good-looking white guy in his 40’s is giving head to an older man. He doesn’t stop with my entrance. I like that. He’s dedicated and doesn’t care. I sit nearby, unzip. I pull out and stroke myself to hardness while watching this guy work the average sized cock in front of him. Soon enough, the guy is getting his mouth filled with cum. He swallows and cleans the guy up. He then crawls over to me. “Nice…” he hisses as he looks at my cock, holding me by the balls. He takes me into his mouth. Fuck, he’s great. Just what I want in a cocksucker. He’s instinctive. And he reacts to the cues I give off. He is not a deep throat specialist; he uses those skills sparingly. After a great ten minutes of sucking, I tell him I am loving it, but I can’t cum easily. “Cum is just something fun. If I get it, great, but I love the sucking.” I nod in agreement and let him keep working my shaft and my balls. As he keeps sucking me, I notice the Voyeur is in the row of chairs against the far wall. We nod to each other. In moments, the Talker, sitting near him, turns his baseball cap around, kneels and begins sucking the Voyeur. The cross-dressing Latino, today in men’s attire, is watching them. He goes behind the Talker, reaches around and undoes his pants, pulling them down and exposing the Talker’s ass. He puts a condom on himself and fucks the Talker, who never misses a beat in sucking the Voyeur’s dick. He pumps into the Talker with a fast and furious stroke. Soon he groans out his orgasm. I had no idea the Talker liked getting fucked. Watch and learn… The man on my dick finally takes a break. He stands up. One of the oldest men there has been watching him, hungrily. My cocksucker opens his fly, taking out a bigger than average cock, and let’s the older man go down on him. At the same time, I hear the Voyeur groan out his climax. He crosses the room to wash up and the Talker all but runs out the main door. I watch the straight video. The cocksucker of the day is soon back on me for round two. “Been doing this since I was ten,” he tells me before taking me to the root. He spends another ten minutes on my hard cock and balls. He sits next to me. His cock out. I ask if I should return the favor. I kneel and he moves me from his cock to his heavy balls. I lick and suck on those. Only stopping when he gets up and moves to go suck the cock of a man who just walked in… * The Voyeur hasn’t left. He beckons me over to suck his cock. Try as I might, I can’t get it to stand up again, so soon after he shot. I work his huge balls instead. He loves this. I even lift them and work my tongue under them. He groans. I suck each one, carefully, into my mouth. I only stop when he gets a text—his phone sounding incredibly loud in the dim room. He goes to the restroom to answer it—and moments later is out the main door. I sit back down in my chair. The man who is rumored to only suck guy’s off once and never touch them again is sucking the dick of my new cocksucker and another man, young and hot, going back and forth between them. The good cocksucker beckons me to join them—but I know I’d be ignored by the guy sucking. So, I smile and nod and watch the video. I stroke. A semi-regular walks in. He’s tall, Black, late 30’s with his hair pulled into a tight man-bun. He is well built and showing it off in a tight tee and shorts. He is covered in really good ink. He nods to me as he goes by. He sits in the chair closest to the gay screen. He kneads the mound in his shorts. When I turn to look at him, he unzips and pulls out his cock—which grows into a hot seven incher. He looks at the screen. He looks at me. He nods. I go over. “Hopin’ you were here,” he murmurs as he takes his hand off his now erect cock. He’s been outside in the sun. He’s warm to the touch and the fresh sweat on his balls is intoxicating. I start there. He sighs, jerking his cock as I lick the full orbs. I inhale deeply, loving his scent. I work up—replacing his hand with my mouth. “You always make me cum so fast…” he murmurs. I just keep going. He moans—loudly this time. I know the good cocksucker is watching us as Mr. One Time Only has left him alone to concentrate on the hot young man. In another few flicks of my tongue, I have this hot man convulsing in my mouth. He shudders and shakes—but his balls seem to be all but empty. I don’t mind at all—he is rubbing my cropped head, before holding it tight. He eases me off his over stimulated dick, thanking me, and pulling himself together as I get up. He takes off. An expensive seven minutes… * I stroke. The good cocksucker is now sitting in the same chair where the guy in the man-bun dry orgasmed. I go over. He leans in and sucks my cock as I stand in front of him. The change of my standing and not sitting (and the two hours of play) is making me think I could shoot. I grab his head and begin face fucking him. He groans. He stops stroking himself to concentrate on me. I pant. He moans. And in moments I am shooting. The first spurt is in his mouth, but his tongue is too much for me. I pull out and use my hand to make myself shoot four or five more blasts. He sticks his tongue out to catch it all. Some lands there, but at least one shot of jizz lands on his nose and runs down to his full lips. He licks it up lasciviously, before spitting it into his hand to use as lube as he jerks his own dick… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A New Cocksucker Works the Room September 30, 2024