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This is a very respectable and productive use of time! 🙂

PERFECT 10 On Weds, I had a light day and was working from home. I decided to txt some fwb’s to see who was around. Below is what transpired. (1) K is a handsome black cub who works nearby. He stopped by around 11am over this lunch break I then had a light lunch at 12:30 (2) Andreas came by at 2pm. Handsome latino guy with curly hair and a thick dick. He knows exactly how i like it. (3) M was substitute teaching at a nearby school. Classes finished at 2:30 and he was balls deep in me by 2:45pm. M also sucked and swallowed my load XD (4) & (5) Had a 3:30pm threesome with daddylicious Howard (I’ve written about him in the past; we’ve been fucking since 2011) and a new fwb, Marcus, who teaches Pilates nearby. (6) & (7) due to time constraints and other logistics, I traveled to the West Village to give some ass to my buddies, Tom & Gary. Both are 50+ handsome guys with decades of topping experience. They split me open good (8) J is another teacher who works nearby, but finished work at 5pm. He came over at 5:15pm (9) I took the bus uptown to see my new crush, Joe, in midtown west. We are crushing on each other and exchanged Christmas gifts. He bred me deep around 6:45pm. (10) Sleepover with my buddy, R. R is a sweet, handsome, huscular 37yo Mexican top. He bred me good and then we cuddled while watching cartoons and ate take-out Chinese food. He then fucked me again before we went to bed and gave me another load around midnight. (Sent my ass to work on Thursday with 3 loads). R texted me on Thurs. saying that he was sooooo tired in the office because I wore him out. LOLOLOL A perfect 10 (tops) with a dozen loads XD

Fun and risk no matter what!

I'm curious. Is there anyone out there that ever has their cocksucker come to their job to get their cock sucked? I did that once a long time ago. Never had the opportunity to do something like that again. I would love to be a le to face a job where I could call a cocksucker and get serviced at work. After I feed the cocksucker he leaves until I need him again. Anyone ever been that lucky? Asking the tops and also the cocksuckers. Thanks

Fuck, that's hot

He may have theories, but field test is required for accuracy. That's all I can say. I don't have the dadta to speculate more.

So fucking HOT - HOTTIE - Love to Eating you - the Multi Cum loads - Can Not Resisted - RAW Only Way - then Breeding - becoming your Whore / Slave - Spreading the SEED !

omg our holes so go into heat. they crave so much

I’ve seen a few videos with those and I’m mostly a top but it always gets me rock hard and shooting a nice load seeing one of those pumping in and out of a hot hole. I’m also not really in to blood or pain myself so I just kind of roll with it and don’t question it lol

Thanks for all the kind words and hope all are enjoying this hot retelling of my first pnp. Here is the next Chapter. I drove across town with the windows cracked, cool November air keeping me alert. The first booty-bump still had me buzzing quietly, but my hand stayed in my pocket, fingers on the folded paper with the extra shard and lube packet. I had just gotten fucked not even 30 minutes ago and here I was on my way to get a train run on me, RAW! The thought had me anxious but hornier than ever. Plan was set: park, top off in the back seat, walk in ready. No one needed to know. My phone buzzed. Nico Room 212. Second floor. Door cracked for you. Me On my way. 10 min out. Nico Bet. Dre here too. He ready. I pulled into the lot, cut the engine, slid to the back seat. Dropped my sweats just enough, lubed two fingers, worked the crushed shard deep. Sharp burn, then nothing yet—I knew it would take five to ten minutes to hit full. I clenched, fixed my clothes, and stepped out still on the first wave. Knocked lightly on 212. Nico opened the door shirtless, dreads loose, that same easy grin from earlier. “Back for more already?” he said, pulling me inside by the waistband. His friend Dre sat on the edge of the bed—taller, solid build, waves fresh, eyes locked on me. Nico closed and locked the door, grabbed a blunt off the nightstand, sparked it, and took a deep pull. Passed it to Dre. Dre hit it, exhaled slow. “So you the one Nico hit earlier? Said that ass was crazy.” I took the blunt when he passed it my way, hit it deep. “Yeah, that was me.” Nico laughed, leaning back. “Told him you took it like a champ.” We passed the blunt around a few more times, smoke filling the room. Nico told Dre how as soon as we got done at my place I was ready to get fucked raw. Dre hit the blunt. “That’s the only way I like to play,” passing the blunt to me. “I mean we vibed so much that I thought why not try it and see what’s up,” I said, after passing it back to Nico. The weed smoke, blending with the Tina rush, had my mind filled with thoughts of sucking dick and taking nut. Nico took another pull. “Dre the plug for the good shit. Always got the loud.” Dre grinned. “Appreciate that.” The second bump started creeping in—heat blooming right in my ass, clenching hard, twitching, wanting to be filled and pounded. I needed to get that dick back in my mouth at this point, so I dropped to my knees in front of Nico. Pulled his sweats down and took him deep into my mouth. Soon that beautiful black 8-inch dick was at full attention. They kept passing the blunt above me while I worked—sucking Nico deep, then switching to Dre, gagging on that thick uncut ten inches, blunt smoke drifting down over us. Nico pulled me up after a few minutes, bent me over the bed. Pushed in raw slow. First time bare—no latex, just skin on skin, hot and direct. Heat in my ass explodes, clenching tight around him, twitching, wanting to be filled and pounded. “God damn this hole tight,” Nico groaned. He stroked deep. “Fuck me like that,” I moaned. “Making me push this hole out on that dick…” Nico sped up. “Here it come.” Slammed deep, flooded me hot—my first creampie ever. Warm pulses filling me, sticking deep. I deepthroated Dre’s big black dick while Nico continued to dump his load inside my happy pussy. He pulled out leaking. Dre stepped up, pushed in thick and raw. His fat mushroom head spread my ass and my hole clenched hard around the thicker dick, twitching, begging to be pounded. “Sloppy and grippin’,” Dre hissed. “Stretch me,” I moaned. “You making me push this hole out on that big dick…” Dre fucked harder. “Gonna nut quick…” Buried deep, pumped his first load—warmth mixing, overflowing. Once again I felt the warmth of the creampie, but it’s almost as if when Dre nutted I started getting even hornier. Dre kept going. “One more…” They spit-roasted me—Nico in my mouth, Dre pounding my ass, starting a rhythm that made me bob up and down on Nico’s dick. After about 10 minutes of this I thought they would switch positions again, but Nico’s phone buzzed loud on the nightstand. He glanced at it and groaned. “Fuck, my girl just landed—she’s at the airport waiting on me to pick her up.” He slapped my ass and left. Dre flipped me on my back, threw my legs over his shoulders, and lined up again, sliding that thick raw dick back into my sloppy, cum-filled hole with one smooth push. He took his time at first, grinding slow and deep, stirring the mixed loads already inside me, making wet sounds echo in the room while he stared down at me, grinning like he owned it. Then he picked up the pace just enough, pounding deliberate and hard until he buried himself balls-deep one last time, groaning low as he pumped that final hot load deep, the warmth pooling heavy and thick, leaving me full and leaking even more when he finally pulled out. Dre pulled out, collapsed on the bed, lit the roach of the blunt for a final pull. I pulled my sweats up over the mess, cum shifting inside with every step. Dre exhaled. “You liked that weed, right?” “Yeah it was some gas,” I said, grinning. He pulled out his phone. “Put your number in. Bud, dick—I got what you need.” I added my contact, handed it back. “You ever got Tina?” I asked. Dre’s eyes lit up. “Hell yeah! I stay with that too. Next time we link, I got you.” I nodded, getting the point and not wanting to overstay my welcome. I made sure I had all of my things—we said I could buy—and I made my way to the door. Got in the car, sat down and my ass felt completely wet. Now alone in the car I reflected over what went down in the last 90 minutes. I did more Tina, got fucked raw for the first time by two guys, they both nutted in me giving me my first creampies ever, and I may have found a big-dick Tina plug who loves fucking my fat ass. It was amazingly productive but I felt too good to end my night. Home twenty minutes later. I didn’t feel any symptoms of a crash coming on—in fact I felt hornier than ever. I ended up right where I started: on the end of my dildo on the fuck machine on full blast, cruising Grindr. I had gotten several messages since the last time I looked but one in particular stood out—he had a big 9-inch BBC and in his bio it read “feminine BBC wants a fat ass to fuck and eat, must like to kiss and eat ass.”

I call it hole horny. No matter how many times I jack off I’m still unsatisfied. The only thing that will satisfy me is to get fucked raw and be bred.

The next few weeks were horrible for me. I drank a lot more. Snorted an obscene amount of Coke, barely shaved and was going days not leaving my apartment. My boss noticed a change in my behaviour and, having recently learnt that my wife had left, he encouraged me to take long service leave. I was fucked up, but the one thing that I always remained focused on was the footy game. It was early season, and we had already won the first two rounds. There was no fucking about. We were in fine form last season, but lost the grand finale. Not this year. I was on the boy’s back at every moment. Training was abusive, I pushed them to the extreme, and when I saw one of them falling behind, I was given a god spray. Particularly, the team captain, a young fit lad, a league ahead of the rest; however, I notice a slight shift in him. Coming to the training a little late, not performing at his peak. In this one particular training session, I noticed him fumbling with the ball too many times. I tried to be a bit tougher on him. Locker rooms were the norm. The lads would be larrikins, occasionally whacking a team mate on the arse with a towel. A bit of name-calling, like homo, or fag, and playing pranks on each other. The usual boy locker room shit. The boys had gotten changed and left, and I went to do my usual wank in the shower. I stripped, threw a towel over my shoulder, and didn’t bother wrapping it around my waist, knowing I was on my own and headed for the showers. Only this time, when I walked over, I found the team captain crouched down against the tiled wall, water spraying over his toned, muscular body, head between his knees, crying. I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist. I stood there for a moment, admiring the light bouncing off his pale, wet skin, highlighting every tone and curve of his fit body. I quickly shook my head, reminding myself to stop having gay thoughts. The lad is clearly distressed. ‘Scout. You ok?’ He quickly lifted his head. Bloodshot eyes looked straight at me. I sensed for a moment he had forgotten where he was. He swiftly pushed himself off the shower floor, trying to hide his rather long cock. I shook my head again to stop myself from staring. He grabbed his towel from the rack and hurriedly wrapped it around his waist. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Oh, um. Yes, coach.’ ‘You’re crying.’ ‘No, no. I’m good.’ I walked up to him. I started to wonder if I was pushing him too hard on the footy field. ‘Scout. Seriously, mate. You can have a chinwag with me. Was I pushin' you too hard out there on the field tonight?’ ‘Nah, all good, coach… I’m gonna go get changed now.’ He headed off, but hesitated for a moment. That night, sleep eluded me. My thoughts kept returning to Scout. The boy was clearly troubled, and I couldn't help but dwell on the possible reasons behind his distress. My mind then subtly shifted to thoughts of his physique—his body’s compelling outline. I fought to dismiss the images, yet my concern for him remained, craving to comfort him, to reassure him that all would be well. I’ve always held a soft spot for Scout, having appointed him captain of the team, seeing him as a beacon for the others. A promising future seemed to lie ahead for him, and I was determined to support him in every way. Perhaps that was also why I was a little harder on him than on the others. Suddenly, my thoughts drifted to the smooth, well-shaped curve of his arse, the gentle dimples catching the faint light on each cheek. This time, I didn’t push the thought away. I let the thought roll around in my head, slow and dangerous. My cock answered before I did, stiff and insistent. I wrapped my hand around it and started to jerk it, caught in the image of him like a snag on a barbie you can’t stop thinking about. His long cock hung heavy between his legs, framed by soft, sandy-blonde pubes, still damp, curling up towards his belly button as they belong there. His abs told a story of years of punishment and discipline; his nipples were hard against a chest carved sharp and sure. I couldn’t hold back. I pumped myself harder, chasing that familiar edge, body tightening, breath shallow. Then it hit, everything draining out of me in thick, relentless squirts, my cock emptying itself without mercy. Cum splattered the sheets, one pulse after another, until they were soaked through. I sleep naked, always have. That night, I didn’t bother with clean-up and shame. I stayed there, spent and sticky, cocooned in the mess, and let sleep take me as I was. The next coaching session was like clockwork. Hard, brutal, no shortcuts. I drove the lads to the edge, then nudged them past it. Pushed the boys to their limit. We had a final to win, and I wasn’t about to let it piss away because someone went soft. Scout was off his game, still not firing at full throttle. I eased up on him a tough, pretended it was tactical, not instinctive. Took every scrap of discipline I had not to let my head wander where it didn’t belong. Something in me was shifting, and I didn’t like it. I’m not a fag. I’m into women. So why was my mind suddenly rerouting itself? Throwing images I hadn’t ordered? I tried to wrestle control back by thinking of the fact that I let men fuck my wife, filling her up with their cum. Her arse tight. Her mouth open. Cum spilling where it shouldn’t. Even that felt off, like my brain was testing boundaries just to see which ones would crack. Then a hand landed on my shoulder. I jumped like I had been shot. ‘Evening, Coach.’ It was Scout’s old man. ‘Fuck – Jesus Christ.’ I snapped. ‘Nearly gave me a heart attack.’ He laughed ‘Sorry mate. You looked miles away. I thought I’d better announce myself. How’s the training session?’ Just another night on the field. Same drills. Same pressure. Same secrets sitting heavy under the surface, waiting for their moment to break through. I was still a little startled. My mind was thinking about sloppy cunts and wet cocks. My cock was pressing against my gym shorts. I had no doubt he could see it. I quickly shook the thoughts away and focused on Scout’s dad. I had to break the silence. ‘Good. The boys are ready to take the win. Your son, though. Something is up there.’ ‘Yeah. Well. That’s why I am here.’ Fuck! Did Scout tell his dad about what happened in the showers? I wondered. ‘He mentioned you’ve been giving him a bit more stick than usual.’ ‘Yeah, fair enough. Sorry, mate. I’m just keen to score the win.’ ‘No worries. He’s on the same page. But he’s going through a rough patch, I reckon. Not sure what’s up—maybe an identity thing, I suppose.’ ‘Righto. Makes sense, I guess. Pressure’s heaps—last year at school, gotta come out on top, thinking about the future.’ ‘And the girls, too,’ I laughed. ‘Oh yeah. Girls. The biggest young man problem of them all.’ ‘Haha. Yeah. Tell me about it. Scout just broke up with his girlfriend.’ ‘I didn’t know he had one.’ ‘Yeah. He did. And he called it off. But I think it has messed with him.’ I turned to watch the boys as they did their pass-and-dodge circuit. The balls slipped through Scout’s hands, but he quickly recovered and hand-balled them to the next lad. ‘Anyway, I just wanted to see if you’re keen to come over to ours tonight. We can have a chat, talk it through, and come up with some solid ways to support Scout.’ I thought about it for a while. It wasn’t like I had much to do. I was going to rack up some lines, chuck music on and drink a few scotches, watch gangbanging porn until passing out on the couch. The usual midweek evening I would have. ‘Yeah. Sure. Why not.’ The night settled in easily, warm and smoky. Scout’s dad fired up the barbie, the smell of meat and char drifting through the yard like a promise. Scout himself vanished upstairs early, holed up in his room, while his dad, his wife, and I parked ourselves around the fire pit with beers in hand. The flames did most of the talking at first. We chatted about Scout, how he was going, what he needed to sharpen up, then the spotlight drifted onto me. My footy days. The rise, the fall, the bit everyone pretended not to be curious about. By then, I was a few beers past cautious and sliding comfortably into honest. Maybe too honest. They learned a little when I spoke, eyes bright in that way that says go on. I did. The night dragged on. Quiet crept in. I clocked the house and noticed Scout’s bedroom light was out; he must’ve gone to bed. Just us and the fire now, embers popping, bottles clinking. While I was mid-story, Scout’s dad’s wife shifted and settled herself onto his lap, casual as anything. His arm wrapped around her, missing a beat as he kept talking, telling me about his work with the federal police, voice steady, authoritative. The flames danced. The beer buzzed. Something about the closeness, the ease of it, made the air feel thicker. I listened, nodded along, but part of me was elsewhere, watching, registering, filing things away I didn’t quite know what to do with yet. ‘You must see some proper cooked stuff in your line of work.’ He gave a short laugh, took a pull from his beer. ‘You’ve got no idea.’ As he spoke, his hand slipped to the small of his wife’s back. Familiar, proprietary. Too familiar. I clocked it, pretended I didn’t. He kept talking, Global crime syndicate, long nights, things you don’t write down, but my attention was snagged on the way her breath changed, the way she leaned back into him like it was muscle memory. His hand was deep in there. If I didn’t know any better, he was fingering her. Then she looked straight at me. ‘Does this make you uncomfortable?’ She asked lightly. I nearly choke on my drink. ‘Sorry – what?’ She smiled. Not apologetic. Curious. ‘Do you like watching my husband finger me?’ Before I could scramble for a response, he cut in, calm as anything. ‘We know your history. We’re not exactly the beige curtains, white picket fence types.’ We sat and chatted a little more about Scout and football, while Scout’s father fingered his wife while she sat on his lap. I was getting aroused and had to adjust my hard-on a few times. I tried to be subtle, but as the chat went on, I made it obvious my cock was throbbing. The flames in the charcoal turned to a simmer, and the night started to get cold. Scout’s mother made an excuse about needing to wash some dishes and made her way inside. Eventually, she stood. ‘I might head inside, dishes won’t do themselves.’ He nodded. Then looked at me, ‘Scotch?’ Inside the house, it felt quieter. Thicker. He disappeared toward the kitchen. I sat on the couch. She reappeared naked except for a pair of heels, as if this had already been decided. ‘We’re all adults.’ She said softly. ‘Scout’s asleep. Or busy. Either way, this isn’t about him.’ She stepped closer, between my knees, close enough that I had to look up at her. She grabbed my tee and lifted it over my head. ‘Lean back.’ I did, and she grabbed the elastic waistband of my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. I wasn’t wearing jocks, my cock flung straight up. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, being careful not to scratch me with her long red nails, then moved her mouth over my cock. She is clearly a pro at sucking cock; she was going deep the moment my cock was in her mouth. I’m not much for oral. I am a pussy guy, but I wasn’t going to complain. She sucked my cock for a while. Making it nice and slick. I was caught up in the moment for a brief moment before I realized her husband could walk in at any time. ‘Are you sure this is ok?’ She stopped sucking my cock, which was now slick with her saliva and looked at me for a second, then stood up and stepped over me. Her slit was barely a metre away from my face. Smooth with a little bit of pube just at the top. She was nice and tucked. I prefer a tucked cunt. I thought she was going to make me eat her out. Which I would have been fine to do, but then she lowered herself on my cock and slid down to the base. ‘Argh! Fuck yeah,’ I moaned. She moved with purpose as she fuck herself on my shaft. I dug my hands into her perky arse, a solid grip, guiding her like I owned the moment. I was getting lost in our fuck. She rode it hard, desperate, every moment sending sparks straight up my spine. Her breathing broke apart, little sounds slipped out that she didn’t bother to stop. She folded forward, pressing her head into my shoulder, clinging to me like I was the only thing holdeing her together. And then the air changed. I felt him before I saw him, heat at my back, a presence that sucked the oxygen out of the room. Scout’s dad stood behind us, naked, unapologetically pulling on his thick, long cock the size of a salami. Eyes locked on mine. There was something feral in the look, something final. He stepped in close. She grasped, body arching instinctively, knowing exactly what was coming and wanted it. He took hold of her hips, rough and certain, pulling her back against his cock. The force of it drove a sound out of her that went straight through me, raw, wrecked, needy. His cock was balls deep inside his wife’s arse. I held her steady as he took over the pace. Her body caught between us, pushed and pulled, completely undone. The room filled with breath and skin and the sound of losing control. I wasn’t thinking anymore. None of us were. She moaned in uncontrollable, animalistic pleasure. Scout had to have heard her. Scout’s dad fucked hard, unforgivingly, with one mission. It was too much for me. I had to stop thrusting to control myself from orgasming, but the feeling of his cock pumping through the walls of her pussy, massaging my cock with every one of his thrusting motions, was all too stimulating for me. ‘I’m gonna cum. Fuck! Yeah, I’m cumming!’ My loud cries echoed off the walls. My cock pulsated as shot after shot of my spunk filled her cunt. Scout’s dad did not stop. Rather, he picked up the pace and fucked harder. ‘I’m about to join you. Fuck yeah. I’m gonna cum in your arse, honey.’ His pumps shorten. ‘Fuckkk!!!! Yeah. Take daddy’s fucking load.’ I could feel his cock through the walls of her cunt pulse as he shot his load in her. It went on for what felt like an eternity. And we held our position for a while longer. Scout’s dad pulled out. I was so turned on, I was still hard, I lifted her off my cock, a trickle of cum dripped over my stomach. She stayed on the couch, bent over. I leaned forward to see her arse poking into the air, dripping with cum simultaneously with her used pussy. They mentioned they knew what I was into, so I didn’t even bother to look at Scout’s dad to get permission, got behind her, my hairy arse sticking in the air, I planted my mouth over her arse hole and started sucking away to eat all of his cum out of her puffy arse. While I sucked and tongued her arse hole, I used my finger to work my cum into her pussy, occasionally going down to it and sucking it like a lollypop. This will be the last part of this story in this chat. You will find the continuation in the Gay Bareback Chem Fiction chat. Let me know what you think and what happens next.

Oh Fuck Yes ! Being her Older Brother - Teaching - Training Her - Young / Whore - Slut - drinking - smoking weed - sltpping in her Bed - doing her - Often - her Period - Poz Loads - Young Girl acting life a 25 year old !

PURE POZ CUM LOADS are the BEST ! Gang Bangs - a few Drops Of Blood - making me a POZ WHORE / SLUT - spreading the SEED !

I mean if I go long enough without getting any (or giving to myself), i just get hornier for cock until the urges are satisfied. It takes several orgasms for the "heat" to subside, so i make sure I get as many loads as I can before that. But there are other times, usually when I'm stressed or sleep deprived, I'll just wake up from sleep or a nap with an insatiable urge to get fucked. Its almost like taking a hit of poppers. I've been trying to see what sets it off because I would love to tap into that anytime, but poppers are just an easy way to do it.

So Fucking HOT - Can Not Resisted - more - more - POZZING ME with a few Drops of Blood - Spreading the SEED !

Love and Adore your Profile - was at a Club - Drinking - Drinking - went out size - need to Piss - A New Friend took me down a Alley - pissing and noticed strangers grouping around me ! Hands started touching me - squeezing my Dick - 1 thing to another - forcing me in the ground - a mob - so many dicks - being used - CUM Loads - I could NOT RESISTED - be Used - Now I became a Regular there - Weekend Fun times !

This past Sat. My partner arranged a gang bang for me. I was strapped to a fuck bench, 7 guys total. I knew 3, 4 were strangers to me. All fucked me raw. We had a similar GB about 3 weeks before this one. My partner greatly enjoys seeing lots of men breed me. We ask no questions as to STD status of any kind from the guests. I love being a slut/fuckhole/cumdump/pig/ whatever term fits. Of course that comes with risks. Demonstrated by the fact that I am recovering from gonorrhea that I think I got at the GB previous to the one on Sat.

I had to look it up. I'm not for condoms, but I would def let a top get rough with my hole while he was wearing that thing.

Ok, that makes perfect sense and is a fact in biology. Very cool! My question now would be the Alpha then has a way of knowing/seeing the variation outcome then of his infected brood/clan?

what ideas? 🐽

That makes me so horny. I'm not even into pain but holy fuck watching the vids and everything nothing else makes my ass twitch more. Again blood and pain are not me thing but damn would I like to experience that once

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