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I am in Dallas in the Deep Elum area.

Every chapter keeps getting better and better…. You are seducing your readers just as Rick is seducing our young innocent …. Not rushing it … but drawing it out so that our balls ache …I have this feeling that when you get us there…daddy’s boy is going to be a quivering mess begging for daddy’s poz cum. This is one of those stories that when you finish I will enjoy going back to the beginning and reading it all over again

Well, told story of friends & lovers' thanks for sharing.

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Very hot. I recognise several strategies I used several years ago to nudge the boyfriend in the right direction - eventually abandon the “use condom when playing with other guys” policy he had imposed. Persistence pays off! Poz, piggy and perfect now. Looking forward to reading about how this couple develops their relationship and play.

A friend or stranger who puts a pipe in my mouth and torches the bowl while telling me when and how to breathe in, or a man with a large hard cock who puts his fingers in my ass, let’s me feel his fingernails, and when it starts to burn he whispers in my ear, you’re gonna be fine in a few minutes and then plunges his cock in me up to the balls. Don’t ask me or persuade me, just do what you know is best for me so you can breed me and then call your friends. That’s sexy

More and more I’m thinking, I should have some first hand knowledge of this place. You say they’re not the cutest, but I can’t think of anything more attractive about a man than seeing him drop his pants as he approaches because his cock is hard and his nuts full of cum seeking release. That’s much more important than cute tome, any hour of the day.

Did he cum inside you?

Wow i hope they make a movie from this story.

mmmm geil man. ik geil heel erg op gore mannen in gore kleding.

I have a good and a bad memory of it. Starting with the bad one, before COVID I regularly attended a home orgy party. The host and also his boyfriend had extremely huge cocks, above 9 inches (23-25 cm). Their had a friend, a literally ugly guy, also with a similar size cock. The host and this friend liked to fuck if they could cause pain to the bottom. When they reached the end point, they pushed very intensely their cocks to the closed inner ring. If the bottom tried to slip a bit over they pushed the bottom down or to the wall, yelling at them that no escape and did it harder. If the bottom begged for mercy they were ruder. I could be an obedient bottom but it was already rather torture than pleasure. The good is my regular young bear fuckbuddy. He has a little smaller, around 8. He is also a brutal fucker and he can loose the control but he never causes at least consciously pain. I love to be destroyed by him.

While there are a few dates in the running, but I have to chalk it up to a date where I expected to play with the one guy I played with periodically. My friend was running late and he had his (really hot) roommate smoke me up. He said he wasn’t supposed to play, we started playing (which is my fault) and he kept getting me higher and I guess invited the other (really hot) roommate and his friend (think three linebackers) to join before my date got home. My date got home and it seemed like all fours guys were were competing and trying to ram me the hardest with my date directing the action (and filming) and telling me to keep my face down on the mattress. We’d start out with me in doggie position at the edge of a king size bed and I’d be in the same position at the other end of the bed every few minutes. I’d been trying to grab the bed to keep from getting shoved across. It didn’t work, so we pulled out my cuffs (I always bring leather wrist and ankle cuffs on dates), but that didn’t work either. I went from burns on the knees, elbows and hands to cuts around my ankles and wrists. We ended up with me bent over the bed, or pressing against the wall so I could stay in one place. At the time, I was 210 and all muscle and this beat the worst rug burn I every got on a date before (I was on someone’s carpet that time and we kept starting at one end of the room and end at the other across his carpet till I convinced him to just let me brace myself against the wall). I know my ass should have hurt, but everything else seemed to cancel it out and I still think it was a hot date. I’ve never seen the video, but if it sounds familiar, let me know.

what turns me on is, super tight jeans, full of cum, piss and beer stains and I mean really full of cum stains (like my skinny pig jeans, hoodie and MA1 jacket) pig's in this kind of gear makes me completely wild the looks, the smell mmmm and when I wear it I am instantly a cum seeking whore feels super horny to wear and the smell... awesome

Another thread I may have already commented upon... I have this "fetish" (I guess) for starting completely clothed, whether in office wear, jeans, workout gear and worshiping the guy through his outer layer, underwear and then naked. My kink is to bury my face in his ass and inhale audibly, then kiss and lick, gradually peeling off the layers while being ordered to do it, and praised for obeying. (I'm usually a bottom, though I've also topped like this in the past.)

Forgive me if I've commented before on this thread. I think it's the experience of giving pleasure, so I like vocal tops. There's also physical closeness, and learning what gets the top going - is it when I stroke his balls just right or is it a certain kind of "dirty" talk. For instance once guy loves it when I beg him to "get me pregnant," so I've come up with things like "shoot that potent cum inside me so it can create a womb and I can have your children." And as others have mentioned the feeling of the pulsing as he shoots and the racing of his pulse as he cums. These days I have trouble cumming myself (age and treatment for prostate cancer), but when I get there (usually after the top cums) it's really amazing. There's also shared moments of fantasy - sorry for being predictable - like, "I'm going to get all the guys from my gym to breed you too, you're going to smell and lick their sweaty dicks, balls and asses. What you want doesn't matter, you're a cumdump!"

I love the feel of the power and domanince of the top, the feel of his cock swelling up and building the load with lots of verbal...showing that he is just there to use my man pussy and to bust his load balls deep...love it hard and agressive....

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Bob’s Visit Bob has been a great friend since our college days. Together (although often at a distance over the phone), we celebrated our milestones and we grieved our losses, including the young death of our house mate and friend Dan during the worst days of The Plague. Years ago, he was the first person I told when I found out that I was HIV+ and he listened to me talk out my fears. Though our paths after our university days diverged, we always talked every few months just to catch up. With my career and job travels, it was easy to unintentionally lose touch with friends. So, one day, after about two years absence, I picked up the phone and called Bob. He was thrilled that I called him, but he sounded a little down. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that his marriage had ended about two years earlier. I asked if he wanted to take the Acela (train) and spend the weekend at my place and we could talk and have some drinks. He readily accepted. The following weekend, Bob showed up on my doorstep, and we embraced as two old friends. “So, what happened?” I asked Bob. “Ugh. It’s a long sordid story and I only have myself to blame,” Bob replied. Bob’s wife, Maria, had long suspected that Bob hadn’t been faithful to her (you know -- the Italian guy thing). But she had never directly confronted his infidelities. One weekend, their doorbell rang and Bob answered it. Their neighbor and his wife furiously entered Bob and Maria’s home to confront Bob. “The guy was jabbing his finger against my chest and yelling at me, and Maria walked in and demanded to know what was going on,” Bob said. The neighbor said, “Your husband gave my son syphilis and chlamydia!” “Their 20-year-old kid was home from Brown University for the summer. This guy was hot. I mean, smoking hot body and not at all twinkie. Varsity baseball player…you get the idea. Well, I popped his anal cherry within the first week of his summer break. I fucked him all summer long and he was insatiable…he was always bugging me to fuck him, so it was kind of worth it. Anyway, he went back to Brown last fall and started fucking his girlfriend again after the summer break. Then, he found out I gave him some STDs when he received the results from his team physical exam. Shit, I didn’t even know I was infected. Anyway, he infected the girlfriend, and he had to tell her. So, she broke up with him and then she told his folks that their perfect son was a diseased faggot!” Bob always was a drama magnet, and I wasn’t surprised that his infidelities caught up with him occasionally. “Sex with Maria stopped long ago, so the marriage was sputtering along, and it was just a matter of time until it was pronounced dead anyway,” he explained. “I’m just glad I never gave her any kids.” I knew for a fact that Bob had knocked up at least three girls in college, but they all had abortions fortunately. “So, what’s next?” I asked. “We sold the house and divided all the property up. So, it’s like a clean slate for me,” he said. Fortunately, Bob’s business was doing very well and he’d managed to shelter it from the divorce somehow. We decided to go to a local bar for dinner and had some good quality time talking about nothing and everything in our lives. It was getting late, and we left the bar to head back to my place. I settled Bob in the guest bedroom and then went to bed myself. I hadn’t been under the covers for five minutes before Bob knocked on the door. I told him to come in. Bob was naked and walked in with a sexy dumb grin. He had kept in great shape and his big soft cock hung down over his balls. He walked over to the bed and got in next to me. We kissed and he whispered into my ear, “It’s been too long since we did this.” I didn’t say anything, but I started to nibble on his otter pecs which still drove him crazy. His cock was instantly hard as a rock, and was dripping precum onto my tonsils a few minutes later. “I hope you got those STD looked after,” I commented with a smirk as his cock head popped out of my mouth. “Sit that smart ass of yours on my face, you sexy cunt,” Bob replied. I was on top of Bob and he parted my ass cheeks as he dove in and started to rim me out. I was facing his feet and started to suck his cock in a 69 position which Bob has loved since I’ve known him. I was moaning like a bitch in heat, as I went down on his cock. I pulled off, “I need you to pound me right now,” I moaned. I got up and straddled Bob looking into his eyes, as I lowered my ass to his cock head. I reached back and rubbed his head all over my hole, using his pre-cum to lube up my tight pucker. I put the pressure of my weight on it as Bob held up a bottle of poppers to my nose. I huffed the brown bottle, and he slid right into me. I rode him for a few minutes, and he sat up and tongued my nipple, and I raised my arm so he could huff my pits. He sniffed in my scent as he got even more excited. He positioned me on my back so he could put my feet against his hairy pecs and then he entered me again. We looked at each other as he piston fucked me like a cheap whore. We both loved rough fucking. My cock was rigid and leaking as Bob punished my prostate. I was on the edge of cumming when Bob grunted and I felt him flood my hole. Once he was done, he pulled out and took my cock in this mouth and sucked it like a man with an insatiable thirst. I screamed as he sucked every drop out of me. We were both spent, physically and mentally. Bob put his hairy arm around me as he was the big spoon to my small spoon, and we drifted off.

my hardest is probably my first time being fucked by a real...not a toy...cock. my friend came over for dinner, but we both knew it was to introduce me to the gay lifestyle. After a bit of teasing and flirting, he threw two pieces of rope that he'd brought under the couch, so the ends were available to grab on each side. He tied each hand on one side of the couch and then tied each ankle on the other side so i was secured over the back of the couch, facing the front of the couch. He knew that i had been Owned by a Mistress, so that i was familiar with being tied up. Then he put a bottle of poppers under my nose and had me inhale three long times...my head was spinning and my cunt hole was begging for his cock. He applied some lube to my cunt hole, then in one push, his cock was balls deep inside me. He fucked me, slow but deep, for a few minutes then climbed onto the back of the couch and proceeded to ram my asscunt HARD, i mean HARD, for what seemed like 30 minutes, never slowing up, never letting up... The photo is a screen grab, from my hidden camera, from that night...back in 2004.

Would love Dan's girlfriend to walk in on them while Rick is eventually balls deep inside Dan!!!!

Thank you

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