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WOW this chapter is hot damn tease as to what to cum!! cannot wait for more @Teddybb

I love when a guy moans, especially when I’m going down on him!

My experience at Horse Market is that the Stable Hands move you around throughout the night. In a setting like that I tend to prefer a fuck bench as I can be used easily from both holes, and I can't see who is using my slop ass and mouth anyways. But, in most other situations I like a sling or padded flat sling table so I can see the guy using me.

*** I don't know what the random stuff at the end of part one was. But this will take off from fingers in his ass*** *This is the birthday boy. * Mmm boy, as he bends me my school desk in my room I just noticed something by my dresser with a red light on it but my eyes are still blurry from the last rag on my face, Dam Im gonna have to make this quick we r almost late Late for what? Don't worry boy. But remember to breath. His giant cock slick with more precum he spits on my crack and uses his cock and slathers it up to my hole. He then pushes slowly til he hits the bottom, but then, I scream but it's a pleasured scream. Ahh there we go, fuck boy hit that second hole. He pulls almost all the way out then balls deep and starts pumping that way fast and hard. Ah fuck that is so hot your ass lips gripping my cock. Mmm smack, slaps my cheek, slap slap slap, each time I yelp but my eyes are rolled in the back of my head because it feels so good!! Ah dam he it cums that load, He goes balls deep and let's out this long ahhh, I literally feel his giant cock pulsating in my hole but even hotter is that I actually feel the ropes of cum squirting deep in me. He then literally spins me around on his cock pulls me up to him and kisses me hard but passionate. And slides out of me and walks back a few steps as I am leaning against the wall now butt at the end of the desk, heels of my feet propped up on the desk top legs spread, I'm clenching my dripping gapped hole, letting out a lil moan each time. Ok boy get cleaned up quick meet me out in the Big black Benz RV. Right next to grain barn in 15. He grabs something off my dresser smiles and walks out. I sat there for 1 minutes doing my booty hole exercise smiling. I Go and clean up and put on a rainbow jock, my short blue shorts, and white T that says, sports on it but it looks like water drops. ***See most people reading this will get the pun of the shirt.*** I wonder if he will like my shirt. I smile grab a hat and wallet, and slipped on my converses. Ran down the stairs, out the door. But he was pulled up to it getting out, said, dam boy was about to throw you over my shoulder and throw you in the back. Haha So I say, I can go back in if you like? Haha nice try lets go. So we get in the road, I ask, where did my dad and all those guys go? He replied, well we were about to set up your bday suprise here. But with the barns electric issues, a suprise from my VIP Top client, he graciously donated his private property that's about 30 minutes out of town here. Are you talking about that giant place off Ridge?? He smiles, yup. Ok, now I'm really excited but also who's all coming? And how many men? Well your dad's gonna kill me, but the guys coming are from a high society type, but I promise they are very sexy handsome men well endowed, I know most of them personally. They have all come to my parties in Europe. Well why do we have to go to town? We arent haha we are going to get some stuff for the bash. And also I have a friend that is going to make you a special harness for your birthday present from me. And needs your measurements. And he will measure make and fit it on you all in a few hours. Wow no way! Thank you. By did you remember every thing I wanted? Look in back. I turned around and saw 4 boxes wrapped in the most flashy blue wrapping. Then he says, well and I gotta get that tight hole a lil more broken in before tonight so had that installed. He flipped a switch and I looked up, there, a new sling/swing. My jaw drops as my hole twiches and he smacks my ass. And says, now sit back down. Actually, he swerves off the road drives in about 1/4 mile and stops. Take those shorts off. I bit my lip, and pulled them down just under my plump bubble butt ginger cheeks and say, what like this.....

Boys are meant to serve men, if they want a vanilla playdate perhaps Christianmingle may be more their speed

Justaholeff said it right, if the sound is natural. Hate when they are playing acting becomes a total turn off.

I've only seen a few profiles that say safe only. However when you slap their hole with your cock they suddenly forget all about the condoms they insisted you bring.

I hope you will enjoy this story. After the first chspter i put some questions to start the next chspter with you input. This is a story about a married guy who secretly dates men when she is away. Today is friday and his wife left for a weekend with friends. He is ready get fucked by a guy. Because he is married he always does it safe, but tonight he looses the control and things happen thst he could never had imaginend. Chapter 1: "You up?" The message from an anonymous profile blinked on the screen of my phone, interrupting the quiet hum of the air conditioner. It was a typical Friday evening in my suburban haven, the kind that made my pulse quicken with anticipation. My thumb hovered over the screen as I contemplated my reply. The house was empty, save for the echo of my own breathing, a stark contrast to the usual pattern of laughter and clanking dishes that filled it when my wife was home. She was gallivanting with her friends this weekend, leaving me with a rare window of opportunity. I swiped through the sea of faces on Grindr, the app's glow illuminating my otherwise darkened living room like a beacon in the night. The chorus of my own thoughts grew louder as I scanned the profiles, searching for the right note of excitement, the perfect harmony to match the rhythm of my desires. The quiet was a cloak that allowed me to indulge in my secret life without the fear of discovery, a cloak that grew heavier with every passing second. With a deep breath, I sent a curt reply, "Yeah, what's up?" The anticipation grew as I waited for his response, the silence of the house pressing in on me like a warm, thick blanket. The chirp of a cricket outside the window seemed to be the only other soul aware of my clandestine activities. The quiet was both soothing and nerve-wracking, a silent companion to my secret desires. Browsing through the profiles, each one a potential story waiting to unfold, I felt a familiar thrill. The men on the screen were a smorgasbord of muscles, tattoos, and smoldering glances, all beckoning me into a world my wife knew nothing about. The quiet of the house was a stark reminder of the dual life I led. I was a devoted husband by day, but when she was away, the nights transformed me into something else entirely. The silence grew heavier as I read through messages, the digital whispers of men seeking companionship, or perhaps more, for a fleeting night. My eyes scanned over the pictures, my mind racing with the possibilities of what lay ahead. The tension grew palpable, a coil in my stomach that tightened with every swipe. It was time to prepare. I excused myself to the bathroom, the cold tiles a jolting contrast to the warmth of the rest of the house. The soft click of the lock was the only sound that accompanied me as I pulled out the anal douche from the medicine cabinet, a secret stowed away for moments like these. The water ran, filling the room with the gentle sound of rushing liquid, muffling the guilt that tried to creep into my thoughts. The ritual was as much a part of the experience as the act itself, a sacred cleansing before the impending rendezvous. The sensation of the cool water filling me up was oddly calming, a prelude to the excitement that was to come. I lay there, on the edge of the bathtub, the plastic nozzle gently inserted, the warm water flushing out any lingering traces of my mundane life. It was a ritual of transformation, washing away the dullness of my days and replacing it with a sense of readiness that made me feel alive. With every squeeze of the bulb, I felt cleaner, more open, more prepared for the night's adventure. The last few spurts of water drained away, and I took a moment to appreciate the feeling of emptiness, a canvas waiting to be filled. The quiet of the house was now punctuated by the occasional drip from the faucet, a metronome keeping time with the racing thoughts in my head. I stood, wiped off the excess water, and took a final look in the mirror, ensuring every detail was in place. The chime of my phone brought me back to reality. A new message from a profile that caught my eye. The conversation grew more heated with each exchange, the words on the screen setting my imagination alight. My hands trembled slightly as I typed a reply, the excitement of the unknown thrumming through my veins like a drug. "Come over?" I suggested, my voice barely a whisper. The silence of the house was a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me as I stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded down my body, a gentle caress that seemed to wash away the stress of the week. With meticulous care, I shaved my ass and balls, each stroke of the razor a deliberate dance to the rhythm of my racing thoughts. The steam billowed around me, creating a warm cocoon as I worked, my mind a whirlwind of anticipation. The smoothness of my skin was a silent promise to the man who would soon be touching me, a declaration of my willingness to be vulnerable and open for his pleasure. The scent of my body wash filled the air, a clean and invigorating aroma that seemed to amplify my senses. My eyes traced the contours of my body in the foggy mirror, taking in the transformation that had taken place. The stubble that had once been there was now gone, replaced by the softness that men craved. I stepped out of the shower, the cool air causing goosebumps to rise on my freshly shaved skin. Grabbing a towel, I dried off, the fabric feeling rough against the newly exposed flesh. Dressed in nothing but a towel, I padded back to the living room, the coolness of the floor tiles against my bare feet sending a shiver down my spine. The quiet of the house was now a cocoon of anticipation, each creak and groan a reminder of the emptiness that was about to be filled. The chirp of the cricket outside grew louder, a serenade to my excitement. The TV played a muted tune in the background, the flickering images a blur as I checked my phone again. The message was simple: "I 'll be on my way and be there around 11. I want you blindfolded and on all fours." The digital clock on the microwave read 10:45 PM, a silent sentinel counting down the minutes until my world shifted once again. I took a deep breath and made my way to the bedroom, the towel dropping to the floor with a soft thud. The cool air kissed my skin as I slid into the jockstrap, the fabric clinging to me like a second skin. The act of putting it on was a declaration, a silent affirmation that the night was not just for me, but for the stranger I was about to invite into my life. The blindfold was a soft piece of velvet, one that my wife and I had used to spice up our love life. Now, it served a different purpose, a symbol of my submission, my willingness to surrender to the whims of a man whose name I didn't know. The thought of his eyes on me, watching me as I waited, was almost too much to bear. With trembling hands, I picked out the condoms and lube from the drawer, feeling the smoothness of the latex and the cool slickness of the gel. The nightstand was a treasure trove of secrets, a silent confessional of my desires. As I placed them on the coffee table, I could almost hear the echo of a silent countdown in my head, the seconds ticking away like a bomb set to detonate at midnight. The room grew darker with each step I took towards the living room, the shadows playing tricks with my senses. Finally, with the clock's digital glow reading 10:55, I made my way to the front door, the anticipation coiling tighter with each step. With a decisive click, the lock turned, and I pushed the door open, leaving it ajar. The warm summer air slipped in, a silent herald of what was to come. My heart hammered in my chest as I walked back to the bedroom, the sound of my own breathing the only company I had. The fridge hummed softly as I opened it, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat building within me. I grabbed the bottle of poppers, the plastic feeling almost alive in my hand. The neon lights from the fridge cast an eerie glow on the bottle's label, a reminder of the nights spent in darkened clubs and backroom encounters. I closed the door gently, the suction a muffled roar in the quiet. The coffee table beckoned, a silent sentinel of the evening's events. With trembling hands, I placed the bottle down, the condoms and lube already laid out in a neat row like soldiers awaiting orders. The velvet blindfold lay there, a black puddle of mystery. I took a deep breath and picked it up, feeling the softness of the material against my fingertips. I got to my knees, the carpet soft and welcoming. With a quick glance at the clock, now reading 10:58, I knew I had to hurry. The blindfold slipped over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. The world around me grew muffled, the only sounds the distant hum of the fridge and the thunderous beating of my heart. I bent over, my ass high in the air, my cock already half-hard with anticipation. The coolness of the room brushed against my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. My senses heightened, the poppers bottle found its way to my nose. I took a tentative sniff, the sharp, sweet scent flooding my senses, making me dizzy. The rush of blood to my head was instant, a heady sensation that sent a jolt of excitement straight to my groin. My breath hitched in my throat as the room spun, my heart racing as the chemical cocktail did its work. The anticipation grew, a wildfire consuming my thoughts, leaving only the thrill of the unknown. The sound of a car pulling up outside sent my pulse into overdrive. The engine cut out, the quiet of the night suddenly pierced by the distant echo of the door slamming shut. My heart was a wild beast in my chest, thumping against my ribs with the force of a thousand drums. The cricket outside had fallen silent, as if it too knew that something was about to happen, something that would shatter the stillness of the night. The quiet was shattered by the soft click of the front door closing, sending a jolt of adrenaline through my body. I remained on all fours, my ass high in the air, the jockstrap straps cutting into my skin, a gentle reminder of the role I was about to play. Each breath I took was a silent prayer, a plea for the night to unfold as I had hoped, a desperate wish that the man behind me would be everything I desired and more. The sound of footsteps grew louder, the quiet thud of boots on the floorboards growing closer. My senses were on high alert, my body a coiled spring ready to unravel at the slightest touch. The air grew heavy with the scent of leather and musk, the essence of masculinity that I craved. My ears strained to pick up any clue as to who this man was, what he looked like, but the blindfold was a steadfast guardian of my sight, leaving me at the mercy of my other senses. As the steps grew closer, the anticipation was almost unbearable. The floorboards creaked slightly, a ghostly whisper announcing his presence. I could feel the heat of his body, the warmth radiating towards me like a beacon, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. His hand reached out, the roughness of his fingertips brushing against the smoothness of my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The touch was feather-light, a question in the darkness, asking for permission to continue. I nodded, my body speaking for me, giving him the answer he sought. His hand grew bolder, cupping my ass firmly, the possession in his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. The poppers bottle was in my hand once more, the scent of the room-spinning liquid calling to me. I took a deeper sniff, the rush of blood to my head heightening my senses, the world around me swirling in a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. His hands moved to my nipples, pinching them lightly, the sting causing a whine to escape my lips. His voice was a gruff rumble, a sound that sent shivers through my body as he greeted me, "Hello, slut." I moaned, the words rolling off my tongue like a sweet, forbidden fruit. The power of his touch was intoxicating, the dominance in his voice a siren's call that I couldn't resist. "Do you want to get fucked?" he asked, the question a demand wrapped in velvet. My voice was a hoarse whisper, the word "yes" escaping my lips with a need that surprised even me. He chuckled, the sound sending a warm rush of pleasure through me, a dark chuckle that promised a night of unbridled passion. The sound of his belt buckle echoed through the room, the jingle of metal a symphony of desire. The rustle of fabric was like a crescendo, building to a peak of anticipation that made me squirm with need. His hand remained on my ass, the pressure a constant reminder of his presence, his possession. The scent of his arousal grew stronger, a heady perfume that filled the air, mixing with the lingering aroma of the poppers. His fingers moved with the precision of a maestro, probing my slickened entrance with an expertise that sent me spiraling. The poppers had done their job, my ass muscles relaxed and eager for the intrusion that I knew was to come. "Good boy," he murmured, the praise sending a jolt of electricity through my body, making my cock throb with need. His voice grew gruffer, the vibrations in the air a silent command that had me trembling. I took another hit of poppers as he instructed, the world around me swimming in a haze of desire. His fingers delved deeper, the sensation of fullness growing with each gentle push. He worked me slowly, meticulously, the anticipation of his cock replacing his digits almost too much to bear. The sound of the lube bottle cap opening was like the crack of a whip in the stillness, the cool gel a stark contrast to the heat building within me. The first finger slid in easily, a silent promise of what was to come. I could feel him watching me, his eyes burning into my flesh, taking in every twitch and gasp. His touch grew more demanding, a second digit joining the first, stretching me wider, the burn a sweet agony that had me panting for more. He curled them slightly, reaching for my prostate, and I couldn't help but moan, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. The third finger was a tight fit, but I welcomed it, pushing back against his hand, eager for the fullness that came with it. He worked me, the slow, deliberate movements a dance of dominance and submission. His voice grew gruffer with every stroke, his own need palpable in the air. "You're so hungry," he said, his words a grunted affirmation of what I already knew. "You're going to take me so good." The pressure grew, the stretching a delicious pain that had my toes curling into the plush carpet. His knuckles brushed against my hole, the friction of skin on skin sending sparks through my nerves. I whimpered, my body begging for more, for him to fill me completely. He took his time, the anticipation a sweet torment that had me squirming with need. "Please," I breathed, the word a desperate plea in the quiet room. He chuckled again, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. His hand withdrew, leaving me feeling empty and needy. The rustle of fabric was the only indication of his movement, a symphony of anticipation that had me quivering. And then, the scent of him filled the air, a musky aroma that was unmistakable. His cock, half-hard and heavy, nudged against my cheek, a blunt instrument of pleasure demanding my attention. I leaned in, eager to taste him, to feel the heat of his arousal. The velvet blindfold was a prison for my sight, but it only served to enhance the other sensations. His hand found the back of my head, his grip firm but not painful, as he guided my mouth towards his cock. My heart raced, the thrill of the unknown a potent aphrodisiac. The moment of contact was electric, his shaft brushing against my lips like a live wire. I parted my mouth, my tongue darting out to taste the salty precum that beaded at the tip. His grip tightened, his breath hitching as I took him in, inch by delicious inch. The sound of his zipper was a distant memory, replaced by the wet noises of my sucking, the sound of my lips slurping along his shaft. The poppers had left a faint buzz in my head, the sensations magnified, each stroke of my tongue a symphony of pleasure that resonated through my body. He grew harder with each movement of my mouth, his breathing growing ragged. The feel of his piercing on my tongue was a surprise, a thrill that had me moaning around his cock. When he was fully engorged, he pulled out slowly, his girth leaving me feeling empty. "You married straight guys are always the most eager ones," he said with a smug chuckle, the words a knife that sliced through the quiet of the night. I tensed up, the reality of my situation slapping me in the face. How did he know? "How do you know I'm married?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. He didn't answer immediately, the sound of him moving closer making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. His hand reached out, his rough fingers grabbing the poppers bottle. "Take a few more sniffs," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. I obeyed, the room spinning as the chemical rush hit me. The scent of the poppers grew stronger, mixing with his musk and the faint scent of leather. He chuckled, the sound sending a thrill down my spine. "It's just a guess, but you're wearing a wedding ring, aren't you?" His hand found my ring finger, the metal band a cold reminder of my other life. "But tonight, you're all mine," he murmured, his voice a warm caress against my ear. I felt his cock, now fully sheathed in latex, nudging at my entrance, the coldness of the condom a stark contrast to the heat of his shaft. I took three more deep sniffs, the poppers making my head swim, the world around me a blur of sensation. His hand left my ring, the loss of his touch almost a relief. The anticipation grew, a tight coil in my belly, as I felt him position himself. The head of his cock pressed against me, the pressure building. I took a deep breath, willing my body to relax, to accept his surprise. The sharpness was unexpected, a sudden piercing sensation that had me gasping. He'd inserted something into me, something foreign and intriguing. I felt a moment of panic, the pain a shock that made me tense up. But he was careful, his movements deliberate and measured, pushing the object further until it was snugly seated. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, a strange mix of pain and pleasure that had me panting. He chuckled, his voice low and amused. "Feel that?" His cock nudged at my now-sensitized opening, the latex a barrier that did nothing to dull the sensation of the object inside me. He pushed forward, and I felt the head of his cock slide in behind it, the combination of textures a revelation. The burning grew, a warmth spreading through my insides like a wildfire. I could feel my ass clench around the unfamiliar intrusion, the heat of it almost unbearable. His voice was a dark whisper, "That's a good boy," as he gave my ass a firm smack. The stinging pain from the sharp object was quickly overtaken by the intense pressure as he pushed his cock in behind it. The combination was overwhelming, a symphony of sensations that had me moaning into the quiet of the room. I could feel every ridge of him, every inch of his length as he claimed me, filling me completely like he 'wasn't' wearing any condom. He remained still for a moment, his cock buried deep within me, the intruder still lodged inside. The burning grew, a slow crescendo that had me biting my bottom lip. My body tensed around him, trying to adjust to the fullness, the unyielding presence of both the object and his cock. The poppers had done their work, my ass was a willing vessel for his pleasure. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his hand coming down in a sharp slap against my bare ass. I yelped, the sting of his palm mixing with the intense pressure from within. He pulled out slightly, the object moving with him, the sensation a strange, delicious torment that had my toes curling. I took a deep breath, the poppers making the air feel thick and heavy in my lungs. "What...what did you do?" I managed to ask, the question hanging in the air like a question mark. His laugh was dark and rich, a sound that seemed to resonate in the very core of my being. "I gave you a little surprise," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. "A booty bump, something to make the experience more... memorable." The burning grew, the warmth spreading like a wildfire through my body. I could feel the object inside me, a constant reminder of his control, his ability to push my boundaries even further. His cock slid back in, the latex of the condom seemingly gone, the sensation of skin on skin a revelation. It was as if the object was a key, unlocking something primal within me, something that craved his touch, his dominance. "What is that?" I breathed, the question a mix of fear and anticipation. His chuckle was low and dark, a promise of things to come. "It's a little something called a 'Tina '. It'll make you want me so bad, you'll do anything for my cock," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and tantalizing. The sensation grew, a warmth that pooled in my stomach and spread through my body, making my cock grow limp as a noodle, the jockstrap digging into my flesh a silent reminder of my role for the evening. He reached down and tugged at the waistband, the fabric of the jockstrap giving way with a snap. The cool air kissed my skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his cock that filled me completely. The object shifted within me, the sensation growing more intense with each movement. "Tina knows how to make you bottoms crave it, doesn't she?" he said with a smirk, his voice thick with satisfaction. With a firm grip on my hips, he began to move again, his cock sliding in and out of me with a deliberate slowness that was almost painful in its intensity. Each stroke was a symphony of pleasure and pain, the object inside me seeming to pulse in time with my heartbeat. The poppers had done their work, my mind a haze of need and desire, my body a canvas for his art. "Yes," I moaned, the word a confession pulled from the depths of my soul. His fingers found my cock, now a lifeless weight between my legs, the touch a gentle tease. "You're going to love this," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise that had me shivering with anticipation. The Tins had heightened my sensitivity, the feeling of his hand on my cock like an electrical current. He stroked me lightly, the sensation making my head swim. The warmth grew, enveloping me, making me ache for more. He fucked me deeper, each thrust hitting that spot that had me seeing stars. "You're going to beg for it," he whispered, his breath hot and sweet against my neck. The room was a blur, the only things real his cock inside me and the hand on my cock, bringing it back to life with a gentle, taunting touch. I could feel the drug working its magic, a need building within me that was all-consuming. The object inside me grew warmer, the pressure building until it was all I could focus on. I moaned, my body trembling as I felt his cock thicken, his strokes growing more demanding. The anticipation grew, a crescendo of sensation that had me teetering on the edge of something incredible. "You're going to be my good little slut," he said, the words a dark mantra that had me nodding in agreement. The object inside me grew hot, the pain a distant memory, replaced by a hunger that consumed me. "You're going to love it," he whispered, his voice a caress that sent shivers down my spine. And in that moment, as the warmth grew to an almost unbearable heat, I realized that I did love it. I loved the way he used me, the way he made me feel. The sudden shrill of his phone pierced the quiet, jolting me out of the haze of desire. He paused, his cock still buried deep within me, and reached towards the coffeetable. The sound of the call connecting echoed through the room, and then his voice, "Yeah, what's up?" The conversation was casual, as if he weren't currently fucking me into oblivion. With a wicked smile, he put the phone on speaker. "What's up?" the voice on the other end was curious, the tone hinting at amusement. "Oh, you know," he replied, his hand never leaving my cock, "just breeding a nice married bitch." My heart skipped a beat, the reality of his words slapping me in the face. The room grew colder, the air thick with the weight of his confession. The stranger on the phone laughed, the sound echoing through the room like the clinking of chains. "You're too much," he said, his voice a mix of admiration and camaraderie. "You want a taste?" The hand on my cock paused, the pressure in my ass building. "Yeah, give him my address," he said casually, as if he were discussing the weather. The panic grew, my body stiffening under the weight of the Tina and the cold, hard reality of what was happening. I opened my mouth to protest, but before the words could escape, he squeezed my balls, the pain like a vice, stealing the breath from my lungs. "Looks like you've got yourself a eager little slut," the voice on the phone said, the amusement clear. The hand on my cock began to stroke again, the pain now a distant memory as the need grew. "Yeah, he's all mine tonight," he replied, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. The sound of the call disconnecting was like a gunshot, the finality of the act leaving me trembling. The pressure grew, the Tina making my insides clench around his cock like a fist. He released my cock, his hand moving to my hip as he began to fuck me with a ferocity that took my breath away. His hips slapped against my ass, the sound echoing through the room with each punishing thrust. The object inside me grew hotter, the sensation now a delicious torment that had me begging for more. "You're going to be so good for us," he whispered, his voice a dark promise that had me shivering. The word "us" sent a bolt of fear through me, a stark reminder that I was not in control. His hand found the object, twisting it slightly, the pain a sharp spike that had me crying out. The heat grew, the sensation now a raging inferno that consumed me, my body a slave to his whims. With a cruel smirk, he grabbed the poppers bottle again, the sound of the liquid rushing out as he placed it under my nose. "Take a deep breath," he instructed, his voice a seductive purr that had me obeying without thought. The fumes filled my lungs, the world spinning around me as the drug took hold. The pressure grew, his dick now a living thing, pulsing and writhing inside me. He plunged back in, his cock now slick with something warm and wet. I realized with a start that he had indeed cum inside me, the sensation of his seed mixing with the heat of the Tina an odd comfort. His thrusts grew deeper, the sound of skin slapping skin a symphony of pleasure and pain. "You like that?" he asked, his voice a growl of pure lust. I nodded, unable to find the words to voice the need that consumed me. The poppers had left my head swimming, the room spinning with every stroke of his cock. I could feel the object within me, the pressure now a constant reminder of my submission. With a grunt, he pulled out again, and the absence was like a cold void. But the void was quickly filled with something else, something that stretched me wider, the sensation so intense that I thought I would split in two. He chuckled, a dark sound that sent chills down my spine. "Tina knows how to make you crave it," he murmured, his voice a sweet poison in my ear. The object was pushed further in, the heat now a searing brand that had me squirming beneath him. "You're going to take all of me," he said, his voice a command that my body was all too eager to obey. The doorbell rang, the sound a jarring interruption in the cocoon of our debauchery. He paused, his hand still on my hips, the anticipation of his next move a delicious agony. "Don't move," he ordered, the command in his voice unmistakable. He pulled his dick out slightly, the cold air a shock against my overheated flesh. "You want more, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I nodded, the word 'yes' lost in the maelstrom of sensation. The sound of the door opening was like a gunshot in the night, the cool breeze from the open doorway sending a shiver down my spine. I heard the muffled sound of greetings, the low murmur of another voice joining our twisted symphony. I trembled, the anticipation of what was to come a delicious terror that had my heart racing. "Look what we've got here," he said to the newcomer, the pride in his voice unmistakable. "A married man, eager to get bred." The stranger's footsteps grew louder, his presence a shadowy figure in the doorway. I could feel his gaze on me, a predator assessing its prey. "Is he tight?" the new voice asked, the curiosity in his tone making me clench around the object inside me. The man behind me chuckled, a sound that was both dark and inviting. "Like a virgin," he replied, his voice thick with satisfaction. I felt the hand on my hip tighten, the pressure building again as he pushed his cock back in. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before, the heat of the Tina mixing with the coldness of his wet dick, creating a strange alchemy that had me begging for more. The sound of clothes being hastily removed was a symphony of desire, my ears straining to make out each rustle and snap. I could feel the stranger's gaze on my bare skin, a silent communication of his intentions that had my heart racing. The scent of more poppers filled the room, and despite the fear bubbling in my stomach, I couldn't help but lean into it, eager for the escape it provided. The pressure grew as he guided his cock to my mouth, the head pressing against my lips. The taste was unfamiliar but welcome, the bitterness of his precum mixing with the metallic tang of the drug. I parted my lips and took him in, the sensation of his thickness stretching my mouth just as the other dick in my ass. The anonymous man behind me began to fuck me once more, the rhythm of his thrusts punctuating each gasp and moan that the newcomer pulled from my throat. The two men laughed, their voices a dark crescendo that grew louder with each passing moment. "You took the blue pill, huh?" the man in my mouth said, his voice a warm rumble that vibrated through his cock and down my spine. "Yeah, I'm going to fuck this married slut's mouth until I'm dry," he replied, his grip on my hair tightening. The thought of being used, of being their toy, only served to heighten my arousal, the Tina's warmth now a constant, pulsing presence in my ass. The sensation of the two cocks, one in my mouth and one in my ass, was like nothing I had ever experienced. The men moved in tandem, their grunts and curses a chorus of pleasure that filled the room. Each stroke of the cock in my mouth was met with a thrust into my ass, the synchronized dance of debauchery pushing me closer to the edge. My body was their playground, a canvas for their desires, and I reveled in every sensation they brought forth. My mouth grew slick with the newcomer's precum, my jaw aching with the effort of accommodating his length. Meanwhile, the man behind me had found his rhythm, his hips slapping against my ass with an almost brutal force. The Tina's warmth grew, the pressure building to an unbearable crescendo. I could feel my body responding, my prostate swollen and sensitive to each touch. They switched, the coldness of the air a stark contrast to the heat of their flesh. The man who had been in my mouth took over my ass, his cock slick with the mixture of our juices. The object inside me had grown warmer, a pulsing presence that seemed to be in time with my heartbeat. "Such a good boy," the new man in my mouth murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my nerves. The poppers had fully taken hold, my mind a whirlwind of sensation and need. I could feel every vein, every ridge of the two cocks that claimed me, each touch a spark that ignited the inferno within. They called me their little slut, their eager whore, and with each name, my arousal grew. I pushed back onto them, desperate for more, for the sweet release that was just out of reach. Their hands roamed my body, pinching my nipples, slapping my ass, pulling my hair. Each touch was a brand, marking me as theirs, a declaration of ownership that had me moaning into the thick silence. The room was a sea of darkness, my vision blocked by the blindfold, but I could feel their gazes on me, a palpable weight that only served to excite me further. The poppers made the world spin, each sniff a heady rush of pleasure that had me grinding my hips back, eager to take all they had to give. They laughed, the sound a dark music that only added to the symphony of our passion. "You're going to love this," one of them whispered, the promise a siren's call that had me trembling. The pressure grew, his dick in my ass now a searing brand of pleasure. They took turns, their thrusts growing more erratic, their breathing more ragged. The sounds of their skin slapping against mine grew louder, the scent of sweat and sex a potent perfume that filled the air. Then, the first guy stiffened, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he reached his peak. His grip on my hips tightened, his cock pulsing deep inside me. He pulled out with a wet pop, something wet and sticky leaving a warm trail as it dripped down my thighs. The sudden emptiness was a cold shock, the Tina inside me a pulsing reminder of my predicament. The second man withdrew from my mouth, his cock slick with spit and precum. I could hear the first one's laughter, a dark chuckle that seemed to fill the room as he stepped away. The absence of their cocks left me feeling cold, a stark contrast to the burning warmth that still radiated from the Tina in my ass. "Looks like he's still eager," the man who had been in my mouth said, a hint of amazement in his voice. The sound of a lighter flicking and the scent of wef reached my nose as they lit their cigarettes. They took deep drags, the sound of inhaled smoke a stark reminder of the brief respite I had been granted. "Don't worry, baby," the first man said, his voice a seductive purr, "we're not done with you yet." I lay there, panting and trembling, the Tina still lodged in my ass, pulsing with a strange warmth that had me squirming. My cock was a lifeless weight against my stomach, my body a battleground of pleasure and fear. I reached a trembling hand towards my ass, the sticky wetness a testament to their claim. But as my fingers brushed the edge of ass, a firm hand slapped my wrist away. "Don't touch that," the first man snarled, his voice a dark command that had me freezing in place. "That's our toy tonight, remember?" His laugh was cold and cruel, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel their eyes on me, watching my every move like hawks. "If you want something to play with, stick to your little dick or your nipples," he said, his tone mocking. "We're not done with you yet, slut." The room grew quiet once again, the only sounds the occasional crackle of their cigarettes and the thump of my heart in my chest. I could feel the wetness between my legs, my own arousal mingling with their cum. The anticipation grew, the Tina's warmth now a constant throb that had me desperate for relief. "What are we waiting for?" I whimpered, the words slipping out before I could think to censor them. He leaned in, his breath hot and moist against my ear. "Patience," he murmured, his voice a dark promise of what was to come. "Mathew will be here soon, and then the real fun begins." The mention of the third man sent a wave of fear through me, a cold splash of reality amidst the haze of the drug. But the fear was quickly overtaken by the need, the hunger for their touch, for their dominance. The minutes stretched into an eternity, the Tina's warmth now a constant reminder of my vulnerability. And then, the sound of a car door slamming outside, the crunch of gravel underfoot, and the jingle of keys in the lock. The men's conversation grew more hushed, the excitement palpable. The door opened, and a third set of footsteps echoed in the hallway. Mathew's voice was a cool breeze in the room. "So, what do we have here?" He stepped closer, and I could feel his eyes on me, his gaze a physical presence. The first man spoke, his tone filled with lust, "A married slut, begging for a good breeding." Mathew chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. I heard the rustle of clothes being removed, his presence adding a new layer of excitement to the room. "Looks like you're ready for us," he said, his voice low and hungry. The warmth in my body grew, a strange sensation that had me tense with anticipation. A band was suddenly wrapped tight around my bicep, the pressure uncomfortable but somehow fitting the scene. "Did you ever slam Tina in your veins?" he whispered in my ear, his breath a tease that sent a shiver down my spine. The question was like a cold splash of water, snapping me out of my haze for a moment. "What?" I mumbled, my voice slurred from the poppers. They all laughed, the sound a dark crescendo that had my stomach dropping. "Looks like this is your first time," the first guy said, his voice a mix of amusement and excitement. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you." I felt the pinch of the needle, a sharp sting that was quickly swallowed by the warmth that flooded my arm. The liquid burned as it entered my bloodstream, a fiery serpent that coiled around my veins. I gasped, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating. The band was released, and I felt the rush of blood, the sudden absence of pressure leaving my skin cold and sensitive. Mathew stepped closer, his cock brushing against my thigh as he leaned over me. "You're going to love this," he murmured, his voice a dark promise that had me trembling. The warmth grew, spreading through my body like wildfire, the Tina a pulsing reminder of their power over me. How do you want this stoy to continue: Do you want the main character to be ubducted by the three men or not? Is this going to be a pozz story as well? What should be the aftermath of this night/weekend? Give you suggestions and i will see what i will use.

The longest I suck on one cock was for about one and a half hour. We were watching twink/daddy porn, he was spent after work so I wanted to take care of his dick. When he was close, both from me sucking him and watching boys getting pounded by their daddies, I would stop to suck on his balls. He rewarded my efforts by shooting his tasty cum inside my waiting mouth.

my god, why do girls always spray pee so hard loud and really fast?

That's Hot! Someone here said they're going to the same event as me and I should be able to swap furniture.

Pullermanns is always a pleasure! Really always! Such nice people behind the counter! Your clothes will be capt in a big blue IKEA Shopping bag, you should put your mobile and your Money also into that bag. The owner of this venue, Hagen, will watch about you belongings very carefully. Enjoy Pullermanns. Don’t forget the bathhouses „Babylon“ and/or „Phoenix“. They are great.

I like small dicks, better plays

Nice start - and warming up accordingly

Gradually picking up steam. Getting hotter and hotter

10years ago a majority of guys asked for condoms (but when i présenter the hole tops were coming inside without talking about rubber). Now condoms, protection, safe are Word that i dont ear.

hope you have fully recovered from that journey