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An Arab dom breeder liked to force me to cum right at the start of a session. He wanted my needs blunted so he could enjoy seeing me struggling to take his dick and please him. But he also thought my cum was the only acceptable lube for him to fuck me with.

I have anal orgasms pretty frequently and easily (I can be finger fucked to orgasm). For me I think it’s primarily a prostrate thing

Next time in town, reach out to me

Everyone is wired differently, so there's no one-size-fits-all answer. If you want to get better at giving him assgasms, be present and hone your communication, attention, and observation skills.

I hate getting fucked with lube but sadly the reality is that most of the time I do need it from being inactive as a bottom. I absolutely love spit as lube because it means my hole has been getting used enough for it. Nothing like getting a tops spit all up in me knowing I will be then receiving their dna again but the best kind 😉

I had a similar thing happen for me too. I was sucking my friend's cock and he asked if I would be willing to suck his friend's cock. I agreed to do that. Within an hour he brought his friend over, a really handsome, physically-fit guy, and shy. He let me unzip his jeans and take his cock out of his shorts. Though shy, his cock was rock-hard and dripping precum. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked it slowly, then faster, then I felt his cock spasm, releasing a huge, creamy load of delicious cum. All the while his friend looked on. After that, I had more guys coming over for hot action. Eventually, at least 20 guys came over during the week for hot pleasure. I loved their comments: "you like cocks..you know what to do..you're a good cocksucker..it feels great shooting my load in your mouth."

Part 5- As we exited out into the hallway, I could feel some of John’s cum begin to leak from my ass and run down my leg. We had only taken a few steps when John said, “Wait, I forgot a couple of things. You stand right here while I get them.” John retreated back into his room leaving me standing there with my smooth shaved cock and balls in a cock ring on full display. There were a lot more people roaming the hallways than when I first got there. My 5” cock was sticking straight out and twitching. My cheeks felt flush as I wondered if any of the guys could see the cum glistening on my thighs. Could they tell from the look on my face that I had just been fucked and had a toxic load deep inside me? I felt like I was on full display for the entire world to see. Would they laugh at my small cock on full display? Would they laugh that cum was leaking out of me? For some reason these emotions were fueling my horniness even more. I wanted to bend over and spread my ass cheeks and show them my leaking hole. I wanted then to watch as I shoved my fingers up my ass and then remove them dripping with cum and shove them in my mouth. It felt like 10 minutes but was actually less than a minute when John exited the room with a small bag draped over his shoulder and locked his room door. As we walked down the hallway, I mentioned that there seemed to be a lot more people here now. John said it always got busier after midnight as guys began leaving the bars. By 2:30AM there wouldn’t be any vacant rooms. I noticed that there were quite a few guys standing in the hallways outside an open room door. Some had a towel wrapped around their waist. Others were standing there totally nude. I interpreted this as they were waiting for someone to approach them and ask to join them in their room to play. John walked us up one hallway and down another until we had walked every hallway 2 to 3 times. I felt like he was displaying me as a piece of meat that was available to enjoy. I noticed that 99% of the naked guys had a bigger cock than me. I was proud of the fact that they could all see my small shaved cock and balls as they would know that I wasn’t going to be doing any fucking. I was the one who was going to get fucked. Next John paraded me around the large common room with the couches and the gay videos playing on the couple of large TVs. Whereas earlier there had only been a few guys there with some keeping a towel over their lap, now most of the couches were full and all the guys had their cocks on full display. Some guys were stroking their own cock, but quite a few were playing with a guy sitting next to them. A couple of guys were also on their knees on the floor sucking off a guy sitting on the couch. The Viagra had kicked in and I felt like my cock had grown another half inch and was going to explode, splitting wide open. Whatever John had put into the Gatorade was also beginning to make me tingle all over. John walked me around the room a few times, again like he was putting me on display. As I checked out all the guys, I spotted a guy that looked to be in his late 50s or 60s. He was sitting on one of the couches with his legs spread wide open, stroking his cock. His cock looked to be about 10” long but thin. He had a massive set of balls in a long loose hanging sack. His body had a bit of gray hair on it which did nothing to cover the numerous tattoos. The largest tattoo was a bright colored bio-hazard about 4” – 5” across just above his pubic mound. He also had a large number of tattoos of scorpions on his thighs, his chest and arms. Each one was different, unique in it’s own way. What first caught my eye about him was how thin he was. He was not much more than skin and bones. His ribs were clearly visible, and his veins were quite prominent all over his body. He had a glazed look in his eyes and was staring off into space. He seemed to be oblivious to anything around him. I had seen this wasted look in photos on a website dedicated to POZ men. How many times had I jerked off looking at those photos, knowing that the guys had full blown AIDS? I felt bad for these guys, but looking at their photos turned me on big time. I had no idea what it was that turned me on about the look. Maybe it wasn’t their appearance, but what caused them to look that way. They had put all their fears aside and succumbed to their primal sexual selves. They had been willing to give up their good health and years of their lives to satisfy their sexual desires. Sexual desires or sexual needs? It is one thing to want/desire/dream/fantasize about something, but it doesn’t control our lives. We can go on with everyday life and satisfy our desires in many different ways. How many hundreds or thousands of times had I masturbated to my desires/fantasies? When you NEED something you change your life to achieve the goal, to satisfy your need. You make any sacrifices that are necessary to satisfy the need. John observed that this guy had caught my eye. How long had I stood in one place just staring at this wasted guy? Had it been a few seconds? Had it been a few minutes? I had no clue. Then I felt John touch my ass. “His name is Mark”, John said. I suddenly became aware of where I was and my surroundings. The stuff in the Gatorade was really beginning to take effect. I felt a warmth radiating out from my core. My cock was throbbing and felt like it was going to explode covering everyone in the room in my cum and pieces of my cock meat. I felt like my ass had opened up like the mouth of a snake preparing to bite. Like a snake ready to swallow its prey whole. I turned and looked at John. “Decision time. We can go back to my room and you can sleep everything off, or you can continue seeking thrills.” I no longer had any control of my body or my thoughts. My body was responding automatically to what it needed. Even the words coming from my mouth were automatic. “I NEED TO BE FUCKED!!!!” Had I just said that to John or had I just yelled it out to the entire room? I didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. The only thing I knew was that my ass felt like it was a vacuum cleaner ready to suck in anything that came near it. John took my hand and led me towards the maze. “Let’s go play”.

When Jerome talks about 'his boi' at the moment then that is Jordyn. A week has passed so he is asking about his boi's health and we should all be able to guess why

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Chapter 25 - Showtime Jerome drove them to their destination. They were in Jordyn's little vehicle but the African-American was most definitely at the wheel. That point didn't need to be discussed. It was no surprise that they ended up well outside the city's more tourist-friendly areas. The only people that came here were looking for one thing. They passed corner-boys and the ever-present homeless, moved to areas where most buildings seemed derelict or at the very least extremely badly maintained. One of them was an old store-front with 'The Hole In The Wall' scrawled on a board nailed up above the shuttered window. A scattering of vehicles were parked on the weed-strewn couple of vacant lots across the otherwise deserted roadway. Jerome parked up. "That right what Spice said? You been feeling good - you ain't had no headaches, no fevers?" "No sir," answered Jordyn. "Then you know what you need to do." Jerome pointed to his waist-band. The younger man needed no more encouragement. The last few days might have healed his body but his mind and dreams had still been filled with images and memories of men. How they could make him feel; how they could complete him. He wanted and needed more and he knew, in his very bones, that feeling would never leave him now. Jordyn undid his Master's pants and eased them down, his mouth almost watering at the bulge in Jerome's shorts. There was no mystery about this now - only raw desire. His Owner's cock was pretty much perfect. Its dark skin warm and strong, its potent power undeniable. Jordyn couldn't take his eyes off it as it grew fully hard at his first touch. It seemed impossible that big cock had been all the way inside him. However, he knew that it had been and it soon would be again. "You wanna suck it faggot? Your choice but sucking won't get the job done." The growl in Jerome's voice was like the most harmonious music for the boy. It told him how much his Owner wanted to fuck him and that made Jordyn feel really good. It was, after all, what he was for. "I want you to fuck me sir." "Get them fucking pants off then and get around here." Jerome opened the door on his side of the vehicle. Jordyn didn't look around him. There were vehicles parked nearby and there were people in some of them but Jordyn didn't care. The only thing in his mind at that moment was that perfect Big Black Cock. Just how good it could make him feel. He pushed his pants and underwear down and over his sneakers in a single movement. Then he opened his own door, feeling the cool of the air on his skin between his top and his pastel pink knee-highs. He rushed around the vehicle to his Owner who watched him with that familiar dry, mirthless, smile on his face. "Can't fucking wait can you faggot? In a real hurry for your next dose of my toxic seed." In those few steps Jordyn had felt the change in himself. From the curious femboy to the hungry boi-whore, from Jordyn Myers to BoiFagBarbie. As BoiFagBarbie he knew just how to answer his Owner. Not with words - words were cheap. Instead he stopped in front of Jerome and turned, slowly twerking his perfect bubble butt for a Poz man old enough to be his grand-father. That was how BoiFagBarbie answered questions like that. He felt Jerome's eyes burning into the pale curves of his sweet butt. Knew that others were watching too. It excited him and it only made him ever more sure that this was the real him. He eased his way back the few inches separating him from his owner and he waited with the anticipation almost too much, his heart beating fast in his chest. Finally, after a few seconds that seemed like an age, he felt it. A strong dark hand gripped his hip, claimed him as the fucktoy that he was and needed to be. He held still as his Owner eased the butt plug out of his hole. Then he let those thin dark hands guide him back and down, only then breaking his resolve and finally glancing down between his legs. Nine inches of beautiful Black cock standing proud and ready. Ready to take his hole. Ready to claim him with potent toxic seed. Once it would have engendered nervousness and fear but now BoiFagBarbie felt only desire or even greed. He pushed his butt back towards his owner, eager to show just how much he wanted and needed that cock. A dark hand cupped his balls where they dangled helplessly and harmlessly beneath his cage. It held him as Jerome's fingers explored and lubed him. Then BoiFagBarbie finally felt the tip of his Master's cock at his hole. He tried to stifle his excitement and breathed deeply, relaxing his body, was rewarded by Jerome pushing his first couple of inches home. BoiFagBarbie winced and tried to stifle his whimper of pain. He didn't want his Master to stop - it hurt but it hurt in the way he was coming to love. The way that told him he was getting what he needed. "Horny little faggot ain't he?" "Taking cock good for a little slut!" Those comments weren't from Jerome. BoiFagBarbie was aware of men standing and watching him. First two and then joined by two or three more. He didn't care if they were watching him and talking about him he only cared about taking that Black cock in his sweet young hole, he only cared about serving his Owner by serving his own primal and undeniable needs. Jerome had a good rhythmn going now - heavy potent thrusts deep into his boi-slut's tender hole. It felt good, really good, and he didn't give a fuck who was watching either. Some men came here for a show and BoiFagBarbie was way cuter than most of the little fags they saw get a good pounding. As proof he saw men taking their own cocks out, wanking them furiously. Jerome didn't give a fuck about that either. They could wank or even shoot their load and he didn't care. What mattered was his seed, his strain, and that wasn't ending up on parking lot asphalt. That was going to breed the dumb little fag that was moaning and gasping with pleasure on his cock. "Oh fuck - that young whore is taking it raw!" "Cute little cunt but he's gonna get fucked up for real." "Not so many chasers as pretty as him." The words flowed over BoiFagBarbie's consciousness. They registered but only to be stored away and savoured later. At the moment he still needed to ride the meat inside him, to feel every exquisite sensation that his Owner's big cock could give him. He opened his mouth and gasped for oxygen. One of the voyeurs was standing back and smoking a cigarette, seemingly much less excited than the rest. He was an African-American, shabbily-dressed and at least in his fifties. "Hey Jerome," his voice rasped through the evening air, "that dumb little cunt know you're Poz as fuck, he know what you're gonna give him?" "Oh shit - that's Jerome. I've heard about him!" "The poor little fucker." "Jeez - this is ... Jeez!" The last words punctuated by a gasp as a man came, heavy spurts of his cum splattering down onto the cracked asphalt. BoiFagBarbie felt as well as heard Jerome laugh behind him. "Well faggot you know what we're doing here?" "I'm getting bred - you're knocking me up - making me pregnant - pozzing me up. FUCK YES - MAKE ME POZ" BoiFagBarbie couldn't help shouting out the last words - he needed everyone to know. Not just his parents or his College but the whole fucking world! Some men seemed shocked by the implications and were staring as they might at a road accident or the aftermath of an explosion. However, none of the men looked away and none of them stopped stroking their cocks. Eyes still stared at his cute body as it was ruined in front of them, hands still stroked hard cocks as they dreamed of being Jerome or being him or whatever the fuck it took to get and keep them hard. That was all these men cared about - getting hard - he was just a means to an end on a night in the city. BoiFagBarbie knew that and BoiFagBarbie didn't care. BoiFagBarbie only cared about that hard cock in his hole, the heavy Black balls pushing up against his body, the potent toxic load that would soon be his to savour and to use. That would make him complete, that would knock him up. "Where you want my charged load bitch?" It wasn't a real question and BoiFagBarbie knew it. It was just for the men watching. Jerome and his fucktoy knew how this had to end - how that supposed enquiry could only have one answer. "Plant it deep - so it stays in me - so it owns me. POZ ME!" Again the achingly beautiful young femboi howled into the night and this time he felt strong fingers grip his hips as his Owner, for once, followed his cue. BoiFagBarbie was sure he felt those heavy spurts of toxic cum deep into his body, stopped counting them after five. He just worked his butt to milk Jerome of all that precious seed, just like a real man's boi-slut should. BoiFagBarbie was vaguely aware of more men cumming, two or three, groaning as their seed harmlessly marked the ground. Those men would remember tonight. How often did they come here hoping for a show? Apparently they got one often enough to keep coming back. Well, that might be true but they didn't usually get to see a little whore as cute as him pozzed and ruined right in front of them. Yes, they would remember tonight and they would remember him and that made BoiFagBarbie feel proud. He'd got all that precious toxic seed now and Jerome eased the femboy up and off his cock. One hand held him in position while the other carefully reapplied the plug, its enamelled biohazard symbol just evident now at the boy's plundered hole. The older man was the only one whose cock had stayed in his pants. Maybe he was just one of the homeless guys that lived around here, maybe he wasn't here for the show. He looked shabby enough, like a man society had used up and thrown away. Now the old man spat on the floor in disgust and turned away. BoiFagBarbie saw and understood. His parents would think a man like that was the lowest of the low but the man had made it quite clear what he thought of what he had just seen, of the little faggot who had performed for a bunch of dirty old perverts. BoiFagBarbie knew all that and he didn't care. He didn't care what anyone thought about him any more. The only people that mattered were himself and the men who could make him feel as wonderful, as truly fulfilled, as he did at that moment. His hole tightly plugged to keep his Master's wonderful charged load inside him, where it could claim him. "You still hungry whore?" "Yes sir." Jerome got out of the vehicle and pulled his pants up. He looked over the little group of men, most still stroking their cocks, with a cynical gaze. "Like you all saw this little slut's hole is freshly tainted but he can still give a fine blowjob. Anyone wants him to prove that knows where we are." He reached down for the leash that still dangled from his boi-whore's collar. Then Jerome set off for the shuttered building pulling BoiFagBarbie along with him. Not that the faggot seemed to have a problem with that. Nor did the little group of men that followed him across to The Hole In The Wall. A few of them had only ever watched before but tonight the temptation was just too much. ***

Perhaps a gathering for a barbecue or a camping trip or something else like that is the way to get this going. If I lived in a rural area I would invite others over to get this group started. Anyone up for organizing something like this?

hmmm I was wondering if bfb might get to talk to his parents, and Wolf and Bull take turns making sure that bfb's Dad understands what it is like to take cock... and suddenly finds he likes it too? hehe A great chapter, and I am left intreagued by the reference to the boi... is that Ash, or someone else, and Does Ash have a 'thing' for bfb perhaps... lots of plot lines should @thescribe730 care to follow them 😈

I've been in my fair share of gang-bangs and group sessions where I was the bottom for multiple breeders etc. and.....it all depends. I'd say cock size....intensity of the fuck and then number of guys. Deep slow fuck sessions with average guys usually means you can ride those hard boners for a lot longer and with less fatigue on you physically. As a proud bottom/sub I train my hole often and prep for sessions best I can. Usually that means more sustained fun for everyone. 🙂 🏳️‍🌈🌈💦💦

Cumdump situations where all the tops are there at the same time and are fucking back-to-back are relatively rare unless it’s group of guys that you know. A more common scenario is hosting in a hotel room, or similar venue, where guys show up periodically over a certain time. In that case your hole has some time to recover between fucks. In either case, you need to do some stretching in preparation. It might be best to start out in a bathhouse to see how many dicks you can take. If you advertise as a cumdump, your hole needs to be able to deliver.

I just asked. Haha.....lame perhaps but true. He laid back and undid his belt and I unzipped him and pulled him out and we both had a great time!! 🙂 🏳️‍🌈🌈💦💦

hoT as fuck!

I was first rimmed at 14. I had been sucking off this guy in his thirties for a while and after he shot in my mouth he said next time he was gunna fuck my ass. When the time came he put me on my back and pushed my legs back behind my head. He spat on my hole and inserted a finger. I told him it felt good. Then he pushed my legs wide apart and pushed his face into my ass. I felt his strong wet tongue go in my hole. Fuck I moaned as he licked me out. I fukkin loved it. He slowly and gently penetrated me with his cock which was uncomfortable but he did cum in me. That was my first time. The next time he put me on my back again but instead of eating my ass he squatted over my head and lowered his hairy hole onto my mouth and barked “eat me, boy”. I couldn’t stop him, he ground his sweaty hole onto my mouth. I had to take it and after a few sessions I learned to enjoy it.

I’ve enjoyed anon group fucks as a top but I prefer group fucks with regular buddies. Me and 6 other mates get together regularly, most often in 3s or 4s but about once a month all 7 get together. We take it in turns to be the bottom. That way he can prepare. When it’s my turn to bottom I spend a couple of days cleaning out and wearing increasingly girthier butt plugs so I’m ready for 6 cocks. I get down on all 4s and enjoy being railed. My buddies take turns so I’m being fucked by all of them for an hour before they start breeding me. I love that bit when I’m getting one load after the other.

His birthday is on March 14th,steak and blowjob day. I bought him a steak and when we were alone I told him I wanted to suck his cock. He didn't answer he just undid his pants and gently pushed me to my knees. When it was over he told me I did better than most first timers.

Wow awesome tx for part two keep up the ffuckhoT story gr8 writing tx