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Bloody Hell! Love to run into your cock out on a trail Fuck Me!!!

I'll play with another bottom, as long as he's topping.

Damn! I’m loving this. Reads like a diary. Good stuff @bbm4matl!

Hummmm.. lemme guess, you hot and get cruised a lot.

Hi, I will go to SLM Stockholm in October. Not a member yet. Any experiences? What is the average visitor like? What should I expect?

Married daddy make me wear his wife's panties and dresses, put me up in truck stop area motels and invite truckers over to use me for his sexual entertainment. He said the sight and sound of me being used is exactly how he envisioned his wife being used like a cheap prostitute, and he doesn't have to worry about men getting me pregnant.

I agree. I would say of the last 10 guys I've been with, 7 have been in the 30's and one in his 20's. I don't know if it's cultural, generational or what but they seem to be the worst students! Everything is instant and rushed. They miss out on key lessons while they're texting. Though two did ask me to recommend books! That gave me hope.

One would have thought that would have been a snap. It wasn't.

These days if there is something we want to find we pretty much have to create it.

I recommend AO3 above the other story locations mentioned here. It's easier to find good erotic writing that fits your mood here, and for me the general quality of writing on the other sites just aren't that good. I've tried looking on Nifty so many times but the quality of the writing always has me giving up. I find mcstories.com much more interesting (The Erotic Mind Control Story Archive), and there are occasional gems there to be found.

I'm certainly glad you did get your mind wrapped around to being a gifter.

What a beautiful story of how to become a poz pig! Looking forward to reading more!

HITCHED Within three years, I finished my master’s degree and was a couple of years into moving up the ladder with a firm in a large east coast city. Bob started a very successful business, also in a northeastern city. Bob and I visited each other a few times a year because we were an hour train ride away. He brought a different girlfriend with him each time we visited, but he finally found a nice Italian girl from Brooklyn, and they seemed to be well-suited. I didn’t know if he still had sex with guys on the side, but I wouldn’t be surprised. Dan continued to be a globe-trotter at the agency and was starting to learn the management side of the business. Due to his schedule, I didn’t see Dan as often as I saw Bob. I started seeing a therapist to deal with the trauma of seeing so many friends and guys I knew die young. Like all my contemporaries, I never grew accustomed to young death. And like some of them, I didn’t know if I was a ticking time. Looking back, I think I just assumed I was. I also discussed this with a couple of my closest friends, but never with my old college roommates. So far, I was the vision of a healthy young gay man, as were they. But I started to use condoms, most of the time. I wasn't ready to face taking a test and waiting weeks for the results. Much to his father’s chagrin, Dan’s career prevented him from ever finishing his undergraduate degree and continuing onto law school. But Dan was by far the smartest of my friends and he invested his considerable income in real estate in Manhattan, Harlem and Brooklyn long before prices skyrocketed. Dan was never into the drug scene in college, and he stayed out of the drug culture that pervaded the fashion industry. At 28, he was even wealthier than his old man, who was the managing partner of his Wall Street law firm. Dan invited Bob and me to the civil ceremony between him and his boyfriend, Kieran, who owned the construction company that did all the renovations to Dan’s investments. Dan was always muscular and lean, but I noticed he was particularly lean at the wedding and he’d been training for a marathon.. He was always the peacock among my friends. Dan’s twin sister, Liz, attended, but Dan’s parents did not. They were devout Irish-Catholics, but Dan was their only son, after all. I loved Liz and we got along like a riot. She was smart like Dan, but funny, out-going and razor-tongued compared to Dan’s relative introversion. In fact, Liz knew I was gay before I did. She outed me to myself when she visited Dan when we were still in college. She was surprised I was deceiving myself and told me I needed to get over that fast. Dan and Kieran had a party at a ballroom in the midtown hotel after the civil ceremony. The out-of-town guests seemed to all be staying at the hotel. But Bob and his girlfriend were staying with her parents in Brooklyn, far away from temptation. I had a couple of drinks and started talking to one of Dan’s friends from the industry. His name was Axel, and he was blond, blue-eyed and more muscular than the typical male fashion model. He was from Hamburg but had a small flat in Paris when he wasn’t working a runway or a fashion shoot. He was incredibly out of my league and I didn't know why he was even talking to me. While we chatted, I reached behind him and grabbed one of his muscular buttocks. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a drink in his room and we left the reception. In his room, we continued to kiss, as we tore each other’s clothes off. I pushed him back on his bed and got on top of him as we continued to kiss. Axel had a great veiny uncut cock, and I eventually licked my way down to it and pulled the hood back as I went down on him. He pulled me up to him and took his hooded cock and docked with my circumcised dick, our precum mixing under his hood. I pushed his legs back and he pulled them to his chest as I licked his beautiful hairy crack and hole. He made it wink at me, and I said, “I’ve got to get inside you right now.” He had some condoms, lube and a little brown bottle on the nightstand and I reached for them. I handed him the poppers then I ripped open the condom and squirted some lube on my cock. Axel huffed the poppers as I pushed my sheathed head into his hole and slowly slid all the way into him. I was a couple of strokes in and Axel pushed me out of his ass and said, “David, I want to feel you inside of me. I hate condoms,” as he pulled the condom off my cock. I didn’t waste a second before entering him naturally, although I knew better. I started fucking Axel hard and his hooded cock was leaking precum profusely. “I’ll pull out before I cum,” I said to him. He shook his “no” and held up the bottle to my nose as I huffed. With my head swimming I started to rail Axel’s beautiful pussy as then I came hard inside of him. We fucked each other much of the night when one of us would wake up horny. The next morning I woke up with Axel sliding his cock balls-deep, "Time to get up David." I returned home the later that day and the day after that, I felt that “pissing razorblades” feeling of gonorrhea.

Yup, when I'm well or intensely fucked my hole spasms around the breeders dick. Really intense assgasms bring my whole body along for the ride. I feel a kind of build up of energy in my hole from their fuck, it reaches a point where it's hard for me to take, but I do. It reaches different levels depending on the breeder, but the most intense has me running my fingers over my scalp hard so I can stay present. When I start to gasm on their dick some men ride through it to see how crazy they can make me feel. When it gets so intense I need to growl, the majority of breeders go hard and breed me as I spasm around their dick. Those assgasms are incredibly intense for me and they connect me to the breeder, his dick, and his seed. I don't need my dick to ejaculate, just stay horny for more dick, assgasms, and fresh nut.