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I like to savor the taste, so I don't swallow right away. Some guys prefer shooting down your throat which isn't what I prefer, but I rather swallow it right away then watch a good load be wasted on the floor.

The theme of the monthly meeting organized by Mark and Adam this time was Whose Husband is the Biggest Slut. The evening started with a two-hour competition, which targeted 3 couples. The couple's slut husband was tied to a sling with leather straps and the spouse's task was to get as many men as possible to breed the slut. Above each of the three slings was a digital display that showed the number of cum loads that had been released into the slut's hole. The slut in the first sling was Johan, a 62-year-old muscular silver fox. His husband, a few years younger, also muscular Kieran. He enticed the men to fuck the cheating daddy, who never refuses any load. In the middle sling was Ben, an overweight man of about 40. Ben's husband Thomas was clearly older, about 55, very thin and not looking healthy. Thomas advertised Ben's fat ass as a diseased hole that had seen everything. According to Thomas, Ben is always collecting bugs. Ben loves it when men fuck his bug filled hole. In the last sling was 20-year-old Jay with a swimmer's body. Her skinny and smooth nerdy boyfriend Jon was also 20. According to Jon, they had been together for 3 years and lived in a monogamous relationship. At Jay's request, they decided to open up their relationship and this is the first time Jay is going to be fucked. Jay is the top of the relationship, and now they both hope Jay will become a poz. Their hope is that Jay could later convert Jon. Mark and Adam already knew from experience that this arrangement makes men hot. But they had not imagined how hot. It quickly became clear that Jay's muscular swimmer's ass was the most willing hole for men to empty their balls. But practically all the men wanted to use their cocks in John and Ben's holes first before thrusting into Jay's unprotected hole. Jay heard countless times during the evening that he was a naughty boy who loves dirty cocks. For the entire two hours Jay's boyfriend was on his knees next to the sling and he greedily licked every cock that had emptied its balls into Jay's hole. When Mark and Adam announced after two hours that the game was over it was time to see the winners. Jay had collected a total of 68 loads, Ben 12 and Johan 8. After the game the evening and night continued normally, with lots of fucking and other socializing. Many people were interested in fucking Jon during the evening. It may be that Jon and Jay's dream of Jay converting Jon will not come true.

Kevin woke up to a new chapter in his life. He had just graduated as a mechanic and had gotten his first job. He had applied as an expat for a company that was looking for young men to help out on an oil rig. It was hard work but well paid. He would be away from home for three months, then have six weeks' leave, followed by another three months of non-stop work. They were looking for single men who weren't afraid of hard labour and who could be missed from home for long periods of time. The hard work didn't scare Kevin, because he had been used to working hard since childhood. Only being away from home for so long made him hesitate to take the job, but the recruiter had reassured him that he would be part of a warm family that would take him in completely and that he would not suffer from homesickness. On the contrary, the recruiter had told him, after your first trip you will be eager to get back to work. So that morning, Kevin reported to his new boss, who was already waiting for him. He was told that he first had to sign some papers for insurance and such, and when that was done, he was told that before he left for the platform, he would first receive two weeks of training on safety and what his job would exactly entail. Together with three other new guys, he was taken to the company's departure base. Kevin looked at the other guys and thought to himself that he wasn't the most muscular man around, but he thought he was okay. However, he wondered what two of the other guys would be doing on an oil rig. They were skinny and didn't exactly look muscular or very fit. The last one was a bit like him, but not really the type you would think would work on an oil rig. When they arrived at the base, they were put in a helicopter and flown to their private island where they had their training center and vacation homes for employees who wanted to use them. The training center was located on a small island a few kilometers off the coast. From the air, it looked breathtaking. You could see a few cottages on the beach, behind them was dense forest, and in the middle of the island you could see a large building surrounded by a few sports fields. Everything was surrounded by a sturdy fence, and Kevin wondered why such a large fence was necessary for a training center on an island. The helicopter landed on the platform, and when the blades began to slow down, a company employee opened the helicopter door and let the boys out. Kevin and the others looked at the employee who opened the door and welcomed them, and all four of them had the same feeling. There was something strange about the man who welcomed them. He looked fit and muscular, but he also looked a bit pale, and he was wearing a kind of leather armor under his slightly transparent wife beater. Kevin stepped out of the helicopter and was overwhelmed by the heat and humidity. But the boys didn't have much time to think about it or adjust to their new surroundings, because they had to follow him inside the center. When they entered the center, several men were waiting for them. Kevin could immediately see that the man in the middle was in charge, because he looked extremely masculine and dominant, and his appearance radiated alpha male. He wasn't someone you would tell what to do, but someone who gave you orders. Kevin and the others were very impressed by the chief's appearance. J: Welcome, recruits. I am Master Chef John Raine. I am a former army colonel and will be helping to train you here. So that when your training is complete, you will be able to work effectively and support the team. The boys nodded and were even more impressed now that they had heard the master chef speak. J: You will soon be divided according to your specifications and will follow an individual program. Later, you may give your name to my instructors here, and they will take you to your quarters for the duration of your training period. J: I value discipline, respect, and chain of command. I want to be addressed as master chef at all times, and you should address my instructors as sir. Keep in mind that you will be under constant evaluation during your training, and if you are not found to be suitable, you will be dismissed. Understood. The boys nodded. J: Understood. Yes, master chef. The boys shouted. Kevin wondered what he had gotten himself into and whether he had ended up in the right place, because he was supposed to be working on an oil rig and had not applied to join the army. J: All right then. Go to the instructors one by one and say your name. Kevin stepped forward and went to the instructor who was holding a folder with papers in his hands and said his name. Instructor: Name. K: Kevin... Before he could say his full name, the instructor interrupted him. I: Delta. Another instructor approached Kevin. Instructor 2: Follow me. Kevin looked back and saw the next one walking forward. He heard him say his name, Tommy, and the instructor said Beta. As he walked further down the hallway, he heard Dylan, Gamma, and Zack, Alpha. The instructor walked through several white, hospital-smelling corridors and stopped in front of a door. He opened the door and Kevin saw a small room with only a bed, toilet, closet, and shower. That's all I need for the next two weeks, he thought. The instructor let him in and said he would be back shortly, but that he could put his things in the closet first. Kevin started taking out his things and putting them in the closet, and when he was done, the instructor came back in with some papers he had to sign, a measuring tape, a bottle of water, and some pills. Kevin looked at the pills strangely. But before he could say anything, the instructor said. I 2: You have to take these pills because we have some nasty mosquitoes here, and if they bite you, you'll get very sick. It's just for your own safety. The papers you have to sign are to give your consent to take these pills. We have to do this for our safety advisor. Kevin nodded, took the pills and the bottle of water and swallowed them. He took the papers and saw the header: I, Kevin, take the pills voluntarily and am aware of ... Kevin didn't read the rest because he knew it would be correct and signed the papers. The instructor took the tape measure and began to take Kevin's measurements. I 2: This is so we can order your gear so that when you are operational, you have the right gear in the right size. Kevin nodded again and didn't think it was strange, but he thought they could have just asked him for his size. I2: Your measurements have been taken. I suggest you rest from your journey and I'll come and get you in an hour for the tour and introduction. Kevin left the room and lay down on his bed, and before he knew it, his eyes closed and he fell asleep. When he woke up again, the room was completely dark, he was completely naked, and he felt a cold collar around his neck and wrists. Kevin didn't have long to think about it because the door opened. Automatically, Kevin hid his limp dick with his hands from whoever was entering his room. I2: Okay, I see you're awake. Follow me. K: Um, how come I'm naked and there's a collar around my neck and wrists? I2: I saw you were asleep and took off your clothes, but you didn't wake up. The collar is to take your parametric readings, and your clothes are off because you have to go for your medical checkup. Kevin thought it was very strange that he didn't know anything about this and that he hadn't woken up, but he got up anyway and, with his hand covering his crotch, followed the instructor. But he felt very uncomfortable with the situation. They walked through a few corridors and the instructor opened a door and Kevin was allowed to go in. I2: Lie down on the bed, the doctor will be here shortly. Kevin lay down on the bed and not much later a man in a white coat with papers in his hand came in. Doctor: Okay, Kevin, I'll do a quick check-up so you can get back to what you were doing. He took some blood, Kevin had to pee in a cup, and the doctor did a few tests with it. In the meantime, he was measured again, weighed, had to bend over, had his balls felt, and the doctor asked a few more questions, which Kevin answered. 😧 Okay, Kevin, I'll just quickly look at the results of the tests I've done and then you can get back to work. The doctor looked at the tests and seemed concerned. Kevin noticed this. K: Is something wrong, doctor? 😧 Well, I can see from the initial results that you have a vitamin deficiency and that I will need to do some further tests. But I can give you those vitamins now. He went to his pill cabinet, took a blue pill, and made a drink. 😧 Here, drink this and swallow the pill. I'll put in your file that you need to take this every day. Kevin took the pill and the drink and gulped it down. It tasted awful, but luckily it wasn't a large amount and the taste quickly disappeared from his mouth. 😧 Okay, lie back down on the bed. The instructor will come and get you in a moment and take you to try on your clothes. Kevin lay down on the bed and waited for the instructor to come and get him. It took a while, but after about fifteen minutes, the door to the doctor's office opened. To his surprise, it wasn't the instructor who came in, but the master chef. K: Hello, master chef. J: Good job, boy. I see you've been paying attention. J: Everything is going well. K: Yes, master chef. The master chef looked at Kevin and saw that his eyes were already rolling back in his head, and he knew that the G Kevin had just taken was starting to work. J: Good. Stand up straight, boy, so I can examine you. Kevin thought it was very strange that the master chef wanted to examine him, but because he was so impressed by the man and because he knew he was being evaluated constantly, he stood up straight and hid his cock with his hands. J: Hands by your sides, boy. You don't have to be ashamed here, we're all men. Kevin lowered his hands to his sides. The master chef walked around him and examined him closely. J: That doesn't look bad, boy. I heard from the doctor that you need to take some vitamins every day. K: Yes, master chef. J: Good. Kevin felt the master chef's hands on his biceps and then on his shoulders. Kevin started to feel warm and also felt his head getting light, and to his great surprise, he also felt his cock starting to swell. Kevin started to blush and hoped that the master chef wouldn't notice. The master chef felt Kevin's back and then let his hand fall on Kevin's ass and squeezed it. Kevin was extremely shocked by this and took a step forward and then immediately back. Without saying anything, the master chef's hand then moved to Kevin's chest and the master chef lowered his hand and grabbed Kevin's swollen cock. Kevin had had enough and wanted to protest, but didn't get the chance. Because before he could say anything, he felt a shock go through his body. A shock caused by the neck and wrist restraints he was wearing. Kevin sank to his knees and wanted to stand up again, but the master chef pushed him further down so that he was completely on his knees. J: Good boy, you have a beautiful body and will certainly be able to serve. Don't worry. Kevin was still recovering from the shock he had just received and was also getting hotter and hotter. His head also started spinning and for some reason he became horny. Kevin didn't know what was happening to him and he looked at the master chef and saw that the master chef's cock was suddenly dangling in front of his eyes. Kevin looked at the cock and then at the master chef and wanted to ask something, but the master chef spoke first. J: Well, boy, I see you're already pretty excited about this. Let's see how you can pleasure this cock with your mouth. Kevin was already flying high, but he could still think clearly. K: I'm not a cocksucker, master chef. Kevin wanted to stand up, but immediately he was shocked again. What Kevin didn't know was that there were cameras in the room and that the instructor was watching and shocking him when necessary. The master chef hit Kevin on the head. J: I said, show me how you can pleasure this cock with your mouth, boy. J: Don't lie to yourself that you're not a cocksucker because your cock betrays that you're turned on by this. So open your mouth and take that cock in your mouth. K: No, Master Chef. Again, Kevin was shocked and hit on the head, and Kevin realized he had no choice. He opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and with a face full of fear and horror, he let his lips touch Master Chef's cock. J: Yes, that's it boy, now take it in your mouth. Kevin let the glans slide past his lips and began to gag in disgust, immediately receiving another blow to the head. J: This isn't a piece of shit, boy. Get used to it, because from now on, nothing else will get between those lips of yours. Tears began to well up in Kevin's eyes as the cock slid into his mouth. J: That's better, boy, now start sucking. Kevin tasted the master chef's cock and for some reason he started to feel more and more turned on. The G was taking over and clouding Kevin's mind without him realizing it. Without realizing it, Kevin let his hands slide over his body and he fell deeper and deeper into a kind of trance. He felt the master chef place his hands on his head and push his face toward him so that the master chef's cock disappeared completely into his mouth. With his tongue, Kevin felt the master chef's cock begin to swell in his mouth. Master Chef was now rhythmically pushing Kevin's head back and forth, and Kevin felt Master Chef's cock sliding in and out of his mouth, getting thicker and bigger. J: Yes, boy, give yourself over completely. You're doing great. Kevin let himself go more and more because the G had now completely taken over and he had become very horny and was completely under the influence of Master Chef's cock and his dominance. Without Kevin realizing it, he had started jerking off his own cock and had also started sucking Master Chef's cock on his own, because Master Chef had let go of Kevin's head. J: Yes, that's it, boy, pull on your own cock and suck that nice cock. Master Chef began to moan. J: Get on all fours, boy. Kevin no longer resisted, let the cock slip out of his mouth, and got on all fours. Master Chef slid his hands over Kevin's back again. Kevin enjoyed the caress on his body and let out a soft moan. Then he felt Master Chef slap his ass, pull his butt cheeks apart, and spit saliva on his asshole. J: Start sucking again, boy. Kevin hesitated for a moment, but then turned his head and sought out Master Chef's thick, big, stiff cock with his mouth and sucked it in. Meanwhile, Master Chef had taken a small crystal from his breast pocket and was pressing it against Kevin's virgin sphincter. Kevin felt the master chef's finger pressing against his sphincter, but he couldn't resist and let it happen. He was completely in a trance and enchanted by the cock he was sucking, which no longer disgusted him. But for some reason, it excited him more and more and made him crave for more. Kevin felt the finger drill its way through his barrier and slide into his future pussy. Master Chef started fingering his ass, and he felt his ass start to glow. Kevin started moaning softly, and Master Chef saw that his sub was starting to push his ass against his finger so that it could slide in deeper. Kevin didn't know what was happening to him. He was sucking a cock with his mouth and Master Chef's finger was in his ass, and he didn't resist, but his inner self wanted more. Kevin surrendered completely and began to suck Master Chef's cock better and better and with more devotion. J: That's right, boy, surrender completely to your true self. Let the slut and whore in you come out. For some reason, Master Chef's words didn't disgust Kevin, but turned him on even more, and he began to moan louder and suck harder on Master Chef's cock. It was as if he wanted nothing more than to have his mouth filled with Master Chef's cum. J: Fuck yes, boy, let the bitch come out. Hmmmmm. You're going to be a great addition to our stress relief team. We're going to break you down completely and rebuild you so that you beg to suck cock and have your pussy fucked by a real man. Suddenly, a bottle was pushed under Kevin's nose and Master Chef told him to sniff it. Kevin, who was already pretty high, sniffed the bottle of poppers a few times and felt an extra rush of horniness coursing through his body. He also felt the fingers disappear from his ass and something thicker take its place, but it didn't hurt. On the contrary, it felt good and relieved the nagging feeling in his ass. Kevin began to moan even more and sucked hard on Master Chef's cock while playing with his own cock with his hand. This continued for a while until Master Chef began to breathe heavily. J: Fuck yeah, boy, you're going to get your first charged load. Don't let anything go to waste, understand? Let that load run down your throat. Kevin felt the master chef's cum shoot through his cock and squirt into his mouth. At that same time, Kevin came too and squirted his load onto the floor. At first, Kevin was disgusted by the cum that had been squirted into his mouth, but his horniness quickly took over and he kept the cum in his mouth. J: Good boy, now let Master's loaded load slide down your throat. Kevin looked at Master Chief and swallowed the cum. J: That's it, boy. Master Chief is proud of you. K: Thank you, Master Chief. Kevin didn't know why he said that and why he was acting so submissive. J: I see you've shot your load too, boy. Lick the floor clean. Kevin looked at his own load on the floor and felt Master Chef push his head down to the floor. He opened his mouth and licked his load off the floor with his tongue. J: Good boy, swallow that too. Kevin did as he was told, and then Master Chef Kevin pulled Kevin up by his collar. He gave him another slap on the ass and went to the door. J: You did a good job, boy. Tomorrow we'll continue with your training. Kevin nodded, even though he didn't know why he was doing this. He was still horny and flying high, but he felt that he was starting to get a better grip on the situation. Not much later, the instructor came in and took Kevin back to his room. Kevin lay down on the bed and was left alone with his thoughts racing in all directions. What had he just done and what did Master Chef say again? What is the stress relief team and why did he have to do the things he just did to work on an oil rig and did the others have to do this too?

Great story!

I will swallow whatever he shoots down my throat preferably while he’s balls deep down there but I’ll take it however I can get it and however he wants me to

Unless his cock isn't already down my throat where it should be, I swallow immediately. In my college days I tended to wait and savor the flavor but those days have sailed.

Too bad this never continued. Would have been cool to see the boy gang fucked at a party.

nice and to the point

uhm lots of fucking and lots of cum where it belongs

Me wearing a jock or assless undies at a bathhouse means my ass is available to get fucked and loaded with cum. That invitation usually works!

anyone know who this twink is? seeing him in stills but no video, would love to know who he is

I’d just won a four-day gay cruise from Fort Lauderdale to the Bahamas, a prize that had my cock twitching and my ass clenching with anticipation. I flew in from Columbus, Ohio, where every fag in my hometown knows me as the resident cocksucker, my face plastered across sites like Exposed Faggots, BoyfriendTV, Erome, Xvideos, Pornhub Gay, and every goddamn hookup app—Grindr, BarebackRT, Squirt, you name it. My videos are a neon-lit confession: me slurping down dick, fuchsia text screaming “BiBottomCockSucker Loves to Suck Cock,” “I’m a Cocksucker,” “I Suck Cock Better Than Your Girlfriend,” my throat gagging on meat while my ass gets pounded raw. I’m kinda in the closet back home, but online, I’m a shameless cum-dump, and I fucking love it.At the Fort Lauderdale airport, I spotted a group of hot fuckers—tanned, muscled, and loud—talking about the same cruise. My ears perked up, and my hole twitched. We shared a ride to Port Everglades, the vibe electric—testosterone and lust thick in the air. I could smell the sex coming; these bastards were gonna wreck me, and I was ready to take every inch.We boarded the ship, and holy fuck, my stateroom was a palace—massive, luxurious, a living room with two plush couches, a bedroom with a king-size bed begging to be defiled, and a balcony overlooking the ocean where I could scream while getting railed. First thing I did was fire up my hookup apps—Grindr, Sniffies, Doublelist—the ship’s Wi-Fi was flawless, perfect for streaming my depravity. I posted my stateroom number with a message: “Stop by my stateroom if you wanna get your cock sucked and/or fuck my ass and load it with cum.” Then I stripped down to a tank top and a thong, my tight, fuckable ass cheeks spilling out, begging for a pounding.I strutted to the pool deck as the ship pulled out, scoping the meat market. Almost instantly, two white studs in Speedos, lounging like kings, gave me that knowing smirk. “Hey,” I purred, sauntering over. “Just saw your post online,” one growled, his bulge straining. “You suck cock as good as in your vids?” I grinned, licking my lips. “Let’s find out.” We bolted to my room, and the second the door shut, I dropped to my knees like the greedy cocksucker I am, yanking down their Speedos.Out flopped two thick, cut cocks—a 7-incher and a 10-incher of veiny, white meat, heads glistening with pre-cum. The 7-incher was a beauty, pink and throbbing, balls heavy and musky from the poolside heat. The 10-incher was a fucking monster, shaft thick and ridged, a fat, leaking head begging to choke me. I dove in, wrapping my lips around the 7-inch first, the salty tang of his pre-cum coating my tongue as I sucked hard, my throat taking him deep. He groaned, “Fuck, you’re a pro,” as I gagged, spit dripping down my chin. I switched to the 10-inch, inhaling his sweaty, chlorine-soaked ball-sack scent, my nose buried in his pubes as I slurped that massive rod, tasting skin and salt and raw man, my jaw stretching to fit it.I worked them both, back and forth, hands stroking one while my mouth devoured the other, until the 7-inch guy grabbed my head and fucked my face, his cock slamming my tonsils. “Take it, you filthy bitch,” he snarled, and I did, choking as his load erupted—thick, hot ropes of cum blasting down my throat, bitter and creamy, filling my gut. I swallowed every drop, then turned to the 10-inch, sucking him so hard my throat burned. He exploded too, a geyser of jizz, salty and pungent, flooding my mouth till it dribbled out, smearing my lips. “You suck as good as your vids,” he panted, wiping his dick on my face. “When I saw you with a mouthful of cock, I recognized you from your online vids.” I froze, perplexed and intrigued—not too long ago, I was deeply in the closet as a cocksucker. Guess not so much anymore… lol. “We’re fucking you again this trip,” he added, and they left, my apps buzzing with more horny bastards.A guy hit me up—“Wanna fuck your ass and load it with cum.” “Get here now,” I typed, and minutes later, he swaggered in, a white stud with an 8-inch thick, cut cock bulging in his shorts. I ripped them down, his sweaty balls and ripe ass hitting me with a wave of musk—fucking delicious, like a locker room after a game. He plopped on the couch, legs spread, and I knelt, licking his hairy nuts, sucking the sweat off them, then burying my tongue in his ass. It was tangy, sweaty, a filthy mix of pool water and man-stink, and I ate it like a starving pig, my cock rock-hard. I moved up, sucking his fat dick, tasting his pre-cum—sweet and slick—until he grabbed my head and rammed it down my throat. “Gonna cum,” he grunted, but I pulled off. “Fuck my ass first.”I grabbed lube, slicked his throbbing cock, and bent over the couch, thong yanked aside. He slammed into me, 8 inches of thick meat stretching my hole, pounding me raw. The room filled with the wet slap of flesh, my ass gripping him as he growled, “You’re a tight little slut.” He pulled out, and I spun around, sucking his cock clean, tasting my own ass—earthy, musky, mixed with his pre-cum. He shoved back in, fucking me harder, then unloaded—a hot, explosive flood of cum blasting deep in my guts, thick and sticky. He pulled out, and I licked him clean, his jizz and my ass juices coating my tongue, a nasty cocktail I savored.That night, my apps blew up—15 guys cycled through my room, sometimes solo, sometimes in packs. I swapped the thong for a jock, ass exposed, and handed out a Sharpie to tally each load dumped in me. On the couch, I got spit-roasted—a 7-inch choking my throat, an 11-inch reaming my hole, a fucking beast of a cock, veiny and relentless, stretching me wide as cum dripped from both ends. Ass-to-mouth was my jam—sucking that 11-inch fresh from my ass, tasting lube, cum, and my own funk, swallowing load after load. On the bed, a group of five turned me into their cum-rag, my face buried in a 10-inch cock while an 8-inch drilled my ass, jizz leaking down my thighs. One guy, mid-fuck, said, “Saw you online with a mouthful of dick—fucking hot.” “Next time, we film it,” I gasped, and he nodded, pumping me full. During a break in the action, I grabbed my phone and googled myself—BiBottomCockSucker—and holy shit, tons of videos and pics of me with a mouthful of cock popped up all over the internet. My exposure’s growing like a cock in my mouth, and I fucking love it.The next afternoon, I hit the pool deck for a dance party, wearing just a jock, my ass hanging out, slick and glistening from the loads already sloshing inside me. The music thumped, bodies grinding, and four horny fuckers circled me like sharks—white guys, cocks bulging in their trunks. They didn’t waste time; right there by the pool, out in the open, they took turns slamming my ass. First guy dropped his shorts, 7 inches hard and ready, and slid right in—no lube needed, my hole already a sloppy, cum-filled mess. He pounded me, the wet squelch of jizz echoing as he grunted, then pulled out, and I dropped to suck him clean, tasting his cum mixed with the loads already in me—bitter, thick, and fucking divine. Next came an 11-incher, thick and veiny, ramming me hard, my ass cheeks jiggling as the crowd watched, that monster splitting me open. I sucked him off after, his dick coated in ass juice and spunk. Third and fourth followed, 8 and 10 inches, each fucking me raw, dumping their hot loads in my guts, and I cleaned every cock, slurping down the nasty blend of cum, sweat, and my own hole right there under the sun, jock stretched tight, ass dripping.The next three days were a blur of cock-sucking and ass-fucking. I never left the ship—why bother when my room was a revolving door of dick? I posted my stateroom number everywhere, door wide open, guys strolling in to join the action. One night, five studs gangbanged me, me the only bottom, and we filmed it—12 minutes of my face gagging on a 10-inch cock, ass stretched wide by an 11-incher, cum splattered everywhere. I uploaded it to every site, fuchsia text blazing, and the hits poured in, drawing more horny fuckers to my door. My ass was raw, dripping with cum, marked with Sharpie tallies—dozens of loads by the end.Cruise over, I limped to the airport, ass sore, jizz still leaking into my jock. I thought my weekend of debauchery was done, but on the plane—a cramped, budget Airbus with that stale recycled air smell—I spotted three of my fuck-buddies from the ship, their smirks promising more. When the seatbelt sign dinged off at cruising altitude, I dragged them to the tiny bathroom one by one, joining the Mile High Club in that piss-reeking, turbulence-shaking stall. First guy, a 7-inch stud, shoved me in, and I dropped to my knees on the grimy floor, sucking his sweaty cock—salty from the cruise, musky from travel, pre-cum bitter on my tongue. I gagged as he fucked my throat, then he spun me around, bent me over the sink, and rammed his dick into my cum-slick ass—no lube, just the sloppy mess of dozens of loads from the cruise. The plane rocked as he pounded me, the wet slap of his balls against my cheeks loud in the tight space, and he unloaded—a hot, thick blast of jizz deep in my guts, mixing with the rest. I turned, sat on the toilet, and cleaned his cock, sucking off his cum, my ass juices, and that faint plane-bathroom funk, swallowing it all. Second guy, an 11-incher, got the same—throat fucked till I choked, then a brutal ass-pounding over the sink, his massive cock stretching me wide, his load spurting hard, and I licked him clean, tasting the sweaty, cummy mess. Third guy, an 8-incher, throat-fucked me till his jizz flooded my mouth, salty and warm, and I swallowed it down, wiping my lips on his shaft. I stumbled back to my seat, ass leaking cum into my jock the whole flight home, a sticky wet spot spreading on my jeans, the smell of sex clinging to me as I grinned. One of those bastards was from Columbus, and now I’m his regular cocksucker—throat and ass on call whenever he wants, BiBottomCockSucker always ready for more.

well told, thank you

Barebuddy all the way

It’s hard to find a top who really knows how to do it right but when you do you’re in for a treat

Love this. My goal!

Its so much fun and so much pleasure, but doesn't happen enough!

I was happy with doxy-PEP. However, it looks like I’ve developed n allergic reaction to it. Took it Saturday night and woke up Sunday with painful rash on chest and back. Second time this has happened to me. First time I went to ER and they said it was contact dermatitis. But I had also taken doxycycline the night before then, too. (For what it’s worth, Chat-GPT5 says ERs often diagnose reactions as contact dermatitis.) I’m on prednisone and it’ll take a week or so for rash to clear. Now have an appointment with an allergy specialist. I’m going to be pissed if it truly is the doxy.

Well, I spoke too soon ...maybe I jinxed myself: came down with both Giardia (watch out when you eat ass) and throat Gono (and suck cock) this past month!! Yup, the occupational hazards of being a nasty, raunch pig...oink, oink!!

excellent story

Love it rough, but sadly not much tops around my area who are into hardsex. Love it while being handcuffed and blindfolded

Nice story!

Really well done!

Thank you so much! It means a lot to me!