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Great start to your story! I like your style and how you portray the innocence of your lead character about events that will soon make him a real man and change him forever.

It was the sunny day when I decided to douche and go walk around the city to see what random men can fuck me. I mean real random...not somebody horny in sauna, not some guy who’s looking for sex on some well known crusing spot. This day, my plan was to just be strolling around the city, feeling flirty and horny and projecting it around me to see where it will lead. It worked. After around 20 minutes walk some good looking Arabic looking guy appeared on the sidewalk in front of me, walking in my direction. Our eyes locked as we were approaching each other. Even at that point, it could seem that we’ll just pass each other, maybe smiling at each other, but suddenly, he made it – that kind of brief touching of his crotch which says it all. I motioned to him to follow me and he did. I saw some dead-end side street with some dumpsters at the end, so I walked that way. We were not even out of sight yet and he started pulling my pants down from behind. Once we moved behind the dumpsters, he wasted no time. I just heard him say „Oh, habibi“ upon feeling his thick cockhead pushing in my pussy. „Your hole is so nicely open for me…“ he said and started fucking me rough and with no mercy. I couldn’t keep much quiet. I was so excited and his hard fucking was driving me nuts. I must have been very loud...certainly loud enough to not notice that door just next to us opened suddenly and big tough guy in grease-stained clothes stood right there. And wouldn’t have noticed him at all If I didn’t suddenly hear him say: „Oh, you bloody whore. Fucking between dumpsters behind my pub. You useless cumdump...you fell so low that you offer your hole to some random migrants anywhere you can, didn’t you?“ His eyes seemed full of rage...I started to be little scared, and I expected the Arab guy behind me to pull out immediately and run away upon hearing it, but he didn’t...he kept fucking me harder and harder, moaning more and more and suddenly, I felt his huge warm load inside me. All while I was little stiff, expecting to be beaten by the tough man. I was in total shock when the Arab guy suddenly said in my native language to the tough guy: „He’s ready for you.“ The tough guy flashed the most evilsome, yet totally sexy smile and said „Thank you, Jamal. Bring me another one around 11PM.“ – „Will do, my friend.“ Jamal replied, pulled out of me and walked away. Getting mad from being scared slowly (but not so slowly) became getting mad from excitement on my side. I was totally hooked and excitedly expected what will happen next. „On your knees!“ I heard him say. I complied. As he came towards me, my mouth started being hungry for his dick. I expected to feel the tip of his cock on my mouth within seconds, be he stopped around one foot away from my face and suddenly, rich streak of piss hit my face. Didn’t expect that at all, but loved that. I opened my mouth to drink some of it, then moved to let him pee on my face or hair, I even let him pee on my t-shirt from the front and get it totally soaked. I was in pig heaven. Feeling all the warm piss on my face made me so horny for his dick. I started deepthroathing him while he was still peeing a little which felt amazing in my throat. But he didn’t allow me to suck him for long. In a minute or so, he made me turn around and bend in front of him, and as well as the Arab guy, he showed absolutely no mercy. He thrusted his cock ballsdeep in my pussy and started rough fucking me immediately. I felt like a Machofucker bottom. He gave me his first load almost immediately, but didn’t stop fucking and his dick remained hard. He went on and on with this tough fuck, his nice lowhangers slapping my prostate wonderfully. But all fun has to come to end end eventually, so not even this tough guy could last that long :D I kind lost sense of time, but I believe it to be around 25 minutes of this brutal fuck before he gave me his second, significantly smaller load. Once again he told me how useless whore I am, and with that sexy grin, added that he loved fucking me. Then, surprisingly, he said „Wait...I have a clean t-shirt of your size here, you can return it when you can...but you can’t walk around like that,“ he laughed. He was right, my t-shirt was all wet and smelling of his piss, so I accepted his offer and we stepped inside to get it. „But watch out, young whore,“ he said upon handing me the t-shirt, „there is a special return charge.“ – „Happy to be charged much for that,“ I replied with a wink, thanked him and said bye. The fuck with two guys made me satisfied enough to head back home, but as it was such beautiful day, I decided to not go the straightest way, instead walking through nearby park and hang there for a cigarette...definitely not a crusing kind of park 😄 I saw a nice shaded bench when I got there, ideal for a refreshing moment, sat there and lit my cig. One or two minutes might have passed when this guy, let’s say around 60, walked by and upon seeing me, excitedly said „Oh hi, how many years it must have been...how are you?“ I must have looked little confused, as I said Hi, too, but I had no idea who it is. „You don’t remember who am I, do you?“ he laughed. – „I’m sorry, I don’t…“ I replied. He laughed again and said „I trust you’ll remember, I’m Phil.“ I haven’t known any Phil in recent years, so I must have done some memory digging. I vaguely remember having some one-night stand with guy named Phil many years ago, and as I was not able to remember any other Phil, it seemed clear to me that it’s this guy. Without further thinking, I said „Look, Phil...I vaguely remember that you forced me to sit on that huge ass plug after loading me twice...but it’s been so many years and so many men fucked me in the meantime...hope you understand that I do not remember you so much...sorry…“ He wasn’t shocked, but there was a moment of awkward silence before he said: „So you’re some cumdump?“ – „Yes, but it shouldn’t come as a surprise for you…“ I replied. „One of those sluts who cruise the parks for random dicks?“ he asked. „Yes,“ was my simple reply. „Are you crusing for dicks now?“ „I have been…“ „Have you found somebody?“ „I did.“ „One man?“ „Yes...but then another one appeared and fucked me, too.“ „Did they both loaded your pussy well?“ „Yes.“ His questions were making me horny again. „Can I see your cum-filled pussy?“ „Yes.“ „Can I fuck their cum out of you with my huge dick?“ „Hell yeah…“ I was melting with horniness. I stood up and wanted to walk to some bushes nearby, but he grabbed me and bent me over the bench, slid down my pants and immediately dove in my asscrack with his tongue. „Hey, Phil….no, we should not do it here…“ I said slightly scared, „this is not a crusing place and it’s noon.“ „Come on slut, there’s no one around,“ Phil said and went back to licking my cum-filled pussy. His tongue in my slick hole felt amazing and he was trying hard to slurp some of the cum from inside. We then noticed somebody in the distance though, so we decided that it’s really better to move to some thick bushes. We found good place just around 30 meters away and upon getting there, I fell ony my knees, wanting to suck his dick. He stopped me from undoing his belt though, pulled me back on feet and turned me around, forcing me to bend to have access to my pussy again. I didn’t recall Phil loving rimming that much, but it’s been years and our sexual tastes grow as we grow, so I didn’t wonder about it his intense rimming...why would I anyway? It was so hot! I heard his belt unbuckling while he was deep rimming me, and in just few seconds, his tongue got replaced by big cockhead pushing to my hole. „Yeaaaah…“ I was moaning when feeling it pushing deeper...and deeper…and deeper…and deeper…? Something felt odd...while I didn’t remember sex with Phil that well, I believe that his dick was not that big. Just as this thought that this is somebody else popped in my head, Phil said: „Btw, the story is hot, but I am different Phil than you think.“ He left me wondering while giving me the third rough fuck that day. „The-e-e-n whe-e-e-re d-o-- weeee-e-e- kno-ooh-ooh-ow ea-a-a-ch o-o-ther?“ I tried to ask while being roasted by this huge cock. „You have to guess…“ he replied. I could not think clearly being pounded this hard. The rhythm and passion of his tough fuck made it special, he sure knew how to use this huge tool. All I could think of was sex. „Did we fuck somewhere in a club?“ I asked. „No“ „In sauna?“ „No.“ „That anon fuck which I had on Pride last year?“ „No“ „The group sessions at Marty’s place?“ „No“ „Grindr?“ „No“ „Nude beach on the dam?“ „No,“ he said firmly, „we never fucked before.“ I had no idea. I didn’t want to have any idea anymore as the fuck was so good. But I tried one more time: „Did you ever pee on me?“ „No, but I will do just after this!“ He screamed, pushing his dick as deep as possible and unloaded his big balls inside me. I felt him pulse many times before he stopped shooting more cum, all while groaning deeply and rapidly. And then, just as he said, he pulled out and started peeing on my back and hole, the t-shirt which I borrowed soaked even more than the first one. He aimed around my hole the most, even gave me tiny, 2 second piss fuck, then tugged his cock in his jeans and said „I would never expect you growing into such a whore...but what a good whore you are.“ „OMG, who are you?“ I asked little embarrased, realizing that I knew this person from some casual settings and uncovered that I am a cumdump within 20 seconds of talking to him. „I used to be your pediatrician.“

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The baths were the best place for unlimited promiscuous sex as well as for connecting with men on a level beyond just sex. I met and fucked lots of guys who were also great to just hang and chat with for hours. I even dated a few, including one who became my partner of 17 years. I don't drink and hated going to bars, so the baths were the easiest (and sleaziest) places for me to hook up with guys. This was obviously before the advent of countless "dating" apps, which will never match the pleasure of hooking up with guys in real time.

A few months ago I hooked up with some rough trade that always vacuum pumps his cock when he fucks. I was just a hole for him then and I'm still just a hole for him now. I wait for him as instructed either face down ass up or on my back with my legs spread apart. He wants me ass smooth and Wearing a jockstrap. My hole looking and feeling like a loose and sloppy cunt ready for him to ram his swollen cock into. After I douche I stretch out my rectum and hollow out insides with butt plugs and croquet balls then vacuum pump my asslips till they are slack, puffy and swollen. I have big balls and a large cock myself so make my balls disappear and tape them in place. I have a collection of jockstraps with no pouch and just enough room for my tucked away balls and T dick that I bought from China. My mancunt has no resistance to his 10" thick as a coke can cock. I can feel my asslips pulled out with his cock before he thrusts it back in. When he pulls all the way out my cunt either gapes open or rosebuds till he thrusts it back in. His hard squishy cock feels gentle massaging my marshmallowy insides then battered and bruised when he pounds it against and into my second hole. Anyone else been fucked by a man with a pumped cock or wanna be.

Your hole looks like the kind I really like to shove my dick up.

I have been physically handicapped since age 4 (from polio), so i was exempted from gym class in junior high and senior high and never had any exposure to boys' locker rooms. During sophomore year, I had to go into the locker room for some reason, e.g., to hand in a form to the gym teacher. I was utterly stunned to behold the image of naked boys wandering around everywhere... all those dark bushes, all those dicks, for everyone to look at. It was like a pornographic paradise! And I also remember the intense musty smell of sweaty boys' gym uniforms and jockstraps that seared my olfactory passages. I was amazed and very excited to learn what liscivious things went on every day in those rooms.

I want this to be MEEEEEEEEEEE! I want to walk into that room and see a bunch of angry, sadistic, old POZ perverts just leering at me... Oh my poor, perfect, pretty, pussy would be DOOMED! So so so sooooo HOT.

Not requirement, but good. My first few was forced (I was young), I liked and do regularly after.

Didn’t realise I haven’t created an account. I will do if I need

He He, me too✨️

I remain unimpressed with the President's response to Netanyahu's aggression. It's been too quiet over there for too long, and I've been wondering when the next blow-up would take place. The President is putty in Netanyahu's hands, and the PM of Israel has been self-serving for years. While T's latest response is his usual "I'll figure it out in a couple of weeks" reply to the major media's questions, the PM has been stirring this pot for years. He's used the "Iran issue" since he first was elected, and perhaps with good reason. Fanning the flames of religious differences is his calling card. This is a good example of why I turned my back on O.R. years ago; both sides claim to serve the One and Only Deity, and neither serves anyone but their own ambitions. The US has something around 40K soldiers in the general area, which T may use as an excuse to bomb Netanyahu's enemies to bits. But he can't do it without bombs from the US, and Trump is like putty in his well-experienced hands. All we can hope for, is "advisors" in our Government can dissuade Putty-brain from supporting this misadventure on the part of others. The straights of Hormuz could easily be closed if the US enters this mess, and that would cost the rest of the world dearly. The only "real" solution I see, are new elections in Israel. Until then, it's time to buckle the seat belts. We can't displace the ridiculous one for a few more years (but, we can take back Congress in a few months),

The guy is not even an American. Maybe his culture is different. Don't tash each odder. Deport this guy.

I could see that, so I will say he’s been very nice to me.

Part 2 We were a few days before the planned holiday. I already started to pack my suitcase. I wondered what I should pack. I did get a short list of stuff I needed to bring for the hotel. But a lot was whatever I wanted. I checked my mail again. The hotel did ask for a recent health check. guessed it was for the insurance or something. So some days ago I went to the clinic and got an HIV test. Damn, no mail yet. I hope I get it on time. So I went back to my suitcase. Let's see, I thought. Some swimming shorts, short pants, and some shirts. What's that? I'm looking closer. I did not put that in? A pack of condoms? How does that get in? My mom just walked by the room and laughed when she saw me looking at it. You never know, Jake, she she said outside the room. Better to be safe than sorry if you guys find a nice girl over there. My face instantly got red. Mommmm, I stumbled. "We all have been young," she said. "Better have them with you." While she walked through. Well, ok. I thought. Let's just keep her in that mindset. I grabbed some sunscreen and a toothbrush. Packed it all in. Then I heard my phone. It's mail. Let's see. The healtcheck from the clinical. Finally. Glad this is private; my mom would go insane if she saw it. Let's see. HIV status. It's negative. Just as I expected. Other diseases, none. Perfect. I went to the hotel site, logged in, and uploaded the health check. Oh. Now I see a visitor's part. And my name and status have been shown there. Damn, I thought… Not that private, I guess… But hey, you only see this when you book, so it's ok, I guess. And there are no photos of me there, so no one knows. I see another attachment with rules and agreement. I quickly click on it without reading. This is all normal I think another separate message appears, asking if I have read everything and I click yes. As I browse more in the visitor's part, I see I'm at the bottom part of the page. I guess it matches the part of the hotel. It even tells the room number you're staying in, but that part is not yet visible. It says not checked in yet. It also shows something like Load number. I'm not sure what that is, but I guess the hotel will explain when I arrive. I'm looking for Paul on the page, but I can't find him. I guess he has not uploaded the health check yet. I can see there are a lot of guys in already. Well. The hotel is huge, so it has more than 1000 guests, I guess. Maybe even more. I can see a top part too. Let's see. Oh, nice. Some guys have a bit more status, I see. They went past years or years too. They have a partial profile. It tells how old they are, how many times they went to the hotel, and even how they built it. I'm clicking on some of them. This guy is called Mark; he's 43 and went 6 times already. Damn. He should know the place. The profile says he's a muscular, hairy daddy type. His notes say; Play, be wild and keep the holiday feeling forever with you. Sounds nice, I guess. Hmmm. he can see I visited his profile. But that's ok, I guess. Nothing to hide. I can see an MSG button. So. I clicked on it and started writing to him. Hey, I was just uploading and checking things out when I saw your profile. I can see you've been going to the hotel for some years now, so maybe some advice? Is there anything I should take with me, next to clothing, etc.? Can I bring a camera? Because it's more of a secret gay hotel? Or not? The hotel says it has theme parties. Should I bring something with me for these and what are the themes? Do I need like a long pants, some suits, or so? Thanks already. And I sent it off. I browse a bit further and also see that Jason is uploaded. So, I think he is really coming. I also look at his profile. He is registered as a couple in the hotel. His notes say, we are a couple, but definitely approach us separately to. Paul will like this for sure. Although I hope that there will be no jealousy or that Paul will really fall in love with him, because then we will have an emotional vacation where he could just be "dumped". I mainly want to have a nice holiday and maybe gain some experience with boys, if possible I shut my computer off and went going. 1 day later Paul calls. Just 2 days before departure Jake, I'm really sick. I went to the doctor, and I can't travel now. I was shocked. What do you have, Paul? Well, it's some kind of flu, he said. Everything hurts. I have a fever. I went to the clinic, and they said it will stay with me some days, and I need to recover a bit when the fever is over. They told me to stay at home for at least two weeks. What??? But we booked the holiday, and we will fly off in 2 days. I know, Paul said. So I just contacted the hotel, and I could cancel my booking. But I can't cancel yours, though. I had to send them my doctor's notice and health check. So they canceled mine I don't think I'm going then, I said to Paul. It would mean I have to go all alone. I never went alone on a holiday, and we booked it together. Maybe we can book something else for over a few weeks. No, said Paul. I asked them. But they don't cancel yours. So that would cost you the money. There would also be a fine if you didn't show up, because you would be keeping a room free that someone else would have wanted. And besides. Jason is going; you know him a bit. Jason… but I never really spoke to him. It's your crush and sort of hookup friend. Not mine. "Jake," said Paul, "you don't really have a choice." "Just go." Have fun, go on swimming, enjoy the food, the party’s. The holiday will just fly over in no time. You will enjoy yourself. And you can tell me all about it later. And maybe we'll go next year together if you did like it. Take this chance to discover and go. I swallowed. Do I really have to? Do I really want this? But on the other side, I did pay the money, and I got my suitcase packed so far. I'm not sure, I said to Paul. I'll let you know, ok? You need to take some rest now. We hang up. Damn, I was thinking. Why does this happen to me? I log in at the hotel site again to read, reading it all again, to overthink. Hmmm. I have a message. It's the hotel. The cancellation of Paul, and if I still want the 2-person room. They don't charge more. I do have to agree; it will be called a special room for one of the theme nights (I keep the room then, , so nothing to worry about, but it makes me a special guest because I'll be all alone in the room now). Okay, well, I thought. If that's all. They are being good to me, I thought. Another message. Oh, it's from Mark. Almost forgot about him. So nice that he responds. Let's see what he writes. Hey, kid, I have been coming to the hotel for some years now. It's wild fun. Nothing compares to it. You can't bring your camera. Photos and videos are made by the hotel from you. You will get those when you check out. They have cameras everywhere so that you don't have to mind and just enjoy the holiday. The party's gear is given by the hotel. You only hear just before the party what the theme will be. So don't bother. Just have fun. They will do anything they can to let you and others enjoy. I will be happy to show you around and more. It's nice to see newbies joining in for this big holiday even. Till then. Greatings, Mark. He sounds friendly, I thought. Well. Let's give it a go then. I pick up my phone and send Paul a message. I'm going. I'll let you know how it was after the holiday then. Get healthy soon. Side Story: Paul did play around with Jason and his friends after Paul booked the hotel. They did actually fuck him, more than once. Paul just did not tell me yet. He got pozzed up in the pre party’s or sleepover. Who knows? He knew it when he did get some fever and had his test results back for the health check he had to give to the hotel. So he could not come. He was too sick, and the hotel canceled his booking because it did not match his negative status he confirmed when he booked the hotel. The bottom part of the hotel was fully booked already. (if somone likes to write the sidestory, mssg me 😉. I am working on the main story)

Sometime in the late 2000s my girlfriend did a water sports porn shoot that involved extreme blow job as well.(in the uk) It was for a company that went by the name creamtop and crackwhore. apparently it was for subscription services abroad . One day I would love to find it but still have no luck . she told me she went by the name of Chloe . Not sure if that is true! I can give more info if anyone can help!

Fuck yeah

Ahhhh .... That depends on how 'in-your-face" you want to be. I think that whatever a straight couple could do to show affection for each other would apply across-the-board to gay couples. What you "ought" to do is, do what you feel comfortable doing, within the parameters of socially-accepted behavior. If you and I were in some store, deciding on whether or not to buy this or that, came to an agreement, a hug, a quick peck on the cheek, would be no problem, as I see it. We probably shouldn't fuck in the aisle, but then if we have bail money in our pockets, so what? You should do what you believe to be the right thing for you. Outside of starting a physical fight, no one should have an issue with some measure of PDA. If someone doesn't like it, then turn their face the other way. We won't advance our cause by being ashamed to openly love our partner.

13.14m isn't exactly small

The current president. Orange Cancerous Skin Baby.