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I’m an unabashed size queen (to a point, I guess); a thick 9”-11” is perfect, as long as the top knows what he’s doing. I love it when a hung top gets me loosened up a bit and just jackhammers a load in my ass. The feeling of taking all that dick more than makes up for the very minor discomfort at first.

As long as you breed him.

I was spun and went for an anonymous hook up with ca 20 something 6’6” black FL stud . Said his girlfriend couldn’t take all he had. I promised he could fuck me for as long and as hard as he wanted. Never saw his face or cock but from the feel and knowing my toys to had to be 11-12” and RedBull can thick. I went in his apartment, stripped to my jock got face down ass up clutching my poppers. After playing w my spun hole for a bit he slid in and started pounding me like a piece of meat. I was hitting to poppers, sweating and spun from the booty bump of T and just gave my hole to him. Even with the poppers and T I was struggling and think I passed out a few times. He finally blew a huge load and when he finally pulled out my hole wouldn’t shut for almost 30-45 minutes and i saw that I had cum once or maybe more. I went back twice more and then he ghosted me. I can’t wait for the next time I can have another experience like this!! Worth every inch of pain

I’m def interested in which brands are which!

Yep

New Beginning Part 3 For the next few days, no matter what I did, I just couldn’t get Jack out of my head. There was just something about the way he treated me that I couldn’t shake. The minute he put that collar on me, something happened. I was nothing but a fucking hole to him and I liked it. A few days later, I finally decided to call him. "Took you long enough, boy. I figured you'd be calling me sooner," he chuckled over the phone. "Though, you were kind of off when I left you." “Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I needed time to process everything, Sir,” I admitted. There, I had said it. I had called him "Sir" again and without thinking. “Well, boy, I understand. It was your first time living it out. But you liked it, didn’t you?” “Fuck yeah, Sir,” I moaned, telling him I couldn’t stop thinking about it. “Thought so,” he chuckled, “How about we officially start your training next weekend? You know the drill. No need to bring anything with you. I’ll pick you up at the terminal on Friday about 7:00.” “Yes, Sir,” I grinned, “Thanks,” and hung up. So, the next week, Jack stuck to his word and started my training. Looking back now, I realize he had already started that first night, whether I picked up on it or not. From the start, he’d keep me collared and jockstrapped when I was at his place. But even then, he gave me the space to explore and be trained at my own pace with no pressure, no expectations. Still, he always had a way of throwing in new ideas, especially when I was spun. One of the first things he did was tell me that my hole was a cunt. At first, it bothered me, knowing the meaning. He just said it was just another word for my hole and swore it was the perfect way to describe it. With constant reinforcement and the Tina he fed me, I finally accepted it. I had a cunt. That’s when Jack finally introduced me to his world. And like I said, he was great at putting ideas in my head and making me want to do it. At first, it was small stuff like wanting me to increase my workouts and keep myself smooth. I was settling in quickly, and seeing me own it, made him want to push things further. Even though I wanted to please him, I worried I’d disappoint him. Sometimes after unloading in me, he’d be distant and ignore me. It only made me want him more. I’d lay there fingering myself, feeling his load in me and wondering what I did wrong. But I was always too scared to ask. Then, he’d just grunt, pull me to his cock and I was happy again. It was only later that I realized he was letting me figure out if this was what I really wanted. The first thing he had me work on was piss, starting me out with a watered-down version before I got to the full-strength. I still remember that. Like usual after getting fucked, I was on my knees between his legs, cleaning his cock. “Good boy,” Jack told me, feeding me some poppers, “Time for you to show me what else that cuntmouth can do. Open wide.” I just nodded, realizing I was finally getting a taste of him directly from the tap. Dehydrated, I was fucking thirsty and opened up, slipping my outstretched tongue under the tip as his chem piss started pouring out. “Please, Daddy, give it to me,” I begged, looking up at him. As soon as I felt it hit my tongue, my mouth moved to cover the head of his cock. His smile stayed on me as I held the first stream of hot piss, taking in the taste. “All of it,” he growled, “Show me what a fucking thirsty pig you are.” Moaning, I took the whole shaft, feeling my lips pressing against his crotch, and started swallowing. I was struggling but kept at it, my stomach expanding from all the piss he was feeding me. When it finally slowed, I relaxed and leaned back to enjoy the last drops. Done, he lifted my face and flashed a smile. “You’ve done good, boy,” hawking a wad of spit into my open mouth. “Thanks, Daddy,” I smiled, swallowing the gob. After that, I drank his piss whenever he let me, just to show him how much I wanted to please him. It only made him push me more, feeding me cloud after cloud. That’s when he mentioned how it’d be hot having me service his friends and other subs, talking about it like it was already a done deal. I loved the way he talked about me like I was his property, and before I knew it, I was begging him to do it. Yeah, I really got into that, especially servicing another boy while he serviced Jack. Afterwards, he’d start telling me what a good cuntboy I was, doing everything he wanted. And that’s what I ended up being, his cuntboy. The first time I said it felt like the final step, erasing any doubts I had about what he was doing with me. Sure, I still had two separate lives, but when I was with him, everything just felt right, and I started exploring more of that side of myself, sometimes with him and sometimes with others which I always told him about. Jack would sometimes spend the weekend with me, even if we didn’t go out together. Those were the times when I’d go home after being with a guy and crawl into bed and wake him up and tell him what happened. He’d just smile and ask me all about it. It was one of these nights that I came home after being fucked by a couple I’d met at the leather bar. After leaving their place, I headed home and, in the entryway, stripped down to my jockstrap, slipped on my collar, and headed into the bedroom where Jack was still awake. Seems I had just missed one of his fuck buddies. Smiling, he grabbed the pipe, lit it, and handed it to me. “Have some and tell me what happened,” he growled, slipping his fingers into me and feeling the two loads. Taking a couple of hits, I crawled into bed and told him about how I was standing there on the balcony at the bar drinking a beer and saw them. “The older one was about your age, blond, booted in jeans, muscled, and harnessed with a wide leather strap going down into his crotch, making a huge bulge. His boy was older than me, mid 30s, but smooth like me. Boy had black buzz cut and was just booted and jocked with a locked chain collar. You should have seen his tits, though. Fucking huge rings through them.” “You liked that did you?” Jack smiled, gripping my tit and squeezing. “Fuck yeah,” I moaned, feeling the pressure increasing. “So good. Harder...” “Go on, boy, tell me more,” he growled, urging me on with the pain. “It’s like no one else existed for them. They just stood there, making out and ignoring everyone. At that point, I gulped down my beer to get my nerve up and walked up to them. It was the older one that first noticed me. ‘Hello, Sir,’ I said to him. ‘Hey, boy,” he answered, checking me out and then looking at his boy. “We were wondering about you. Weren’t we?” Boy turned to me and smiled, “Yeah, we were,” grabbing my face and started kissing me. The next thing I know, the three of us were making out. Fuck, I loved it, feeling both their tongues in my mouth. I’d been watching them for a while and saw how they brushed off the other guys trying to get with them. After a bit, boy grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me down with him onto our knees.” “Yeah?” Jack perked up, sliding a second finger inside me. “Felt good, huh, on your knees ready to serve?” “Shit, yeah. I did, being down on my knees in the bar where everyone could see me. We kept making out on our knees until he grabbed my shoulders. ‘Show him how much you want this,’ he told me, pushing me down to the cap of his owner’s boot. I fucking didn’t need to be told again, Sir. My mouth was on it, and started licking it, tasting the boot black. ‘That’s it. Worship his boots,’ boy told me, and he went down on the other boot. Fuck, it was so hot, being there next to another boy, both of us worshipping a pair of boots in front of everyone. I kept on his boot, wanting to prove what a cuntboy I was.” I could tell Jack was into it, me saying I wanted to prove what a cuntboy I was, and he started to fuck me with his fingers. “Fucking proud of you,” he growled, “What else?” “Then, after a bit, he lifted his boot, signaling us to get up,” I groaned, feeling Jack’s fingers opening me up. “We both just stood there, until I saw boy open his mouth and show his tongue. Fuck, it was black! Seeing it, his owner hawked a wad of spit onto his tongue, then turned to me. I knew then what to do and showed him mine. He nodded and spat into my mouth. But before I could swallow it, boy grabbed my head and started kissing me and we swapped the spit. Next thing I know, I’m being ordered to follow them. Fuck, I was loving it. Everyone was watching me leaving with them.” Jack was really getting into it, asking for more details as he fed me more clouds. When I finished the details of my night with them, he sat back, raising his hands behind his head and smiled. “So, this couple,” Jack chuckled, “You ever get their names?” “Yeah, Max is the older one. He’s Leo’s owner. At least that what he says he is.” “Fucking Max,” he laughed, “So he’s back in town, huh?” Surprised, I exhaled a cloud, “You know them?” “Yeah. I do,” he smiled, grabbing the pipe and taking a hit. “We’ll have to make sure you get another round. That boy of his is one mutherfucking pig.” “Shit,” I moaned, taking Jack’s cock into my mouth, thinking about us all together. “Goddamn cuntmouth,” he grunted, shoving his cock down my throat. Then, out of nowhere, he slipped a blindfold over my eyes. At first, I was surprised but was so turned on by all the talk that I just went with it and kept sucking on him. “I want to try something new with you, boy.” he said, pushing me down on the bed and stroking my skin. “Just relax and let your other senses guide you.” “Yes, Sir,” I sighed, the Tina running through me as I felt a pair of earplugs going in. I couldn’t see or hear anything now. Then, I sensed him crouching over me and felt a hot cloud blowing into me. I inhaled. His tongue quickly moved into my mouth giving me a taste of his chem spit before moving down my neck and past my shoulder blade. The sensation of his lips on my freshly shaved pecs was causing me to buck. “FUCK!” I yelled out, feeling him take my tit and taking a bite. He wasn’t letting go and the pain increased. I could feel it spreading out from my pec and moving down to my crotch. Grabbing my jock, he pulled it down with one hand and I lifted my hips. My cock was free, something he didn’t allow. From that first night, it was always socked away in a jock. Like he told me, he had no use for it. I started relaxing as my sense of touch increased. My skin was on fire, feeling his lips on my tit as his beard rubbed against my skin. Moving down my body, he started tonguing and biting me. When he got to my inner thighs, I started whimpering. Suddenly, I felt him grab my wrists and buckled on a pair of restraints and attached them to the head of the bed, pulling my arms over my head. My ankles were next, leaving me completely exposed. “Oh, God...” I moaned, feeling his hot breath on my cock as he held it in his hand, something else he’d never done before. I stiffened, feeling his hand move up and down my shaft. He was stroking me, and it caught me off guard and I took a deep breath. Remembering what he told me, I started taking in what was happening and his scent coming from his pits hit me as if for the first time. It was intense and I had spent so much time on them. I started drooling. Still stroking me, I could feel his breathing grow deeper as he started to move on the bed. “Shit,” I moaned, feeling him grab my shaft right under the tip of my cock. Again, he was making some kind of movements that I couldn’t see. And then I felt it. A cold thin metal rod was being pushed into my piss slit. “Fuck,” I grunted, feeling it sliding in and opening me up. He was rubbing my ball sac now as he twisted the rod. He kept going and I started panting, wanting to be a good cuntboy for him. "Yesss," I breathed out as the sensations spread out into my body. I lay there, taking it in. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. He was fucking my piss slit with it. I kept straining and grunting through it, but I knew it was what he wanted. Even with the tina, I could feel my cock was the hardest it ever was as he kept on. Part of me tried to think it was because of the sound in me, but I wasn’t sure. Slowly, I could feel him going deeper until I couldn’t take it any longer. “Shit, Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned, feeling him grip my shaft and pull out the sound as I spurted out one of the largest loads of my life. Taking off the blindfold, he looked down at me and removed the earplugs. “You liked that didn’t you, boy?” he grinned, wiping up my load and feeding to me. “You’ve been a good cuntboy, doing all I say.” “Always,” I sighed as he moved between my legs and shoved some lube into my cum filled cunt. I started moaning at being opened up again, knowing he was getting me ready for his cock. “That’s right, boy,” he growled, “You gonna fucking do everything I tell you from now on.” “Shit, yeah!” I hissed, needing to be filled and pounded by him. Looking down at me, his look changed and grunted, “Anything!” shoving his cock into me. Once inside me, he rammed his cock deep, pushing the cum loads deeper inside me. I gasped as he skewered me, the air knocked from my lungs before I could pull it back in. “Fuck,” I grunted, as he drove into me, and I closed my eyes. The air was thick with sweat and sex as I took in the sensations in my cunt washing over me. I could feel him stretching me open and it made me want to give myself over to him. The rutting kept on, fast and hard as I begged him to give me his load. “Yeah, boy?” he growled, “You want another load in there?” "Yes, Sir, please, Sir," I moaned, hearing the slurping and smacking of his cock as he fucked me. Slowing down, I could hear the familiar sound of a bottle of poppers opening and Jack snorting a couple of times. Then, without a word, I felt him lean forward and the smell of poppers hit me. Inhaling, I took in three deep breaths and felt the rush going through me as my head fell back against the pillow. Still reeling from the poppers, I felt the pressure on my cunt. "Oh, fuck yeah, do it!” I whimpered, realizing what it was. Jack was working the dildo in over his shaft, opening me up even more. “HOLY SHIT!” I yelled out, opening my eyes to see Jack start double fucking me. “Goddamn, cuntpig,” Jack grunted, looking down at me taking both shafts. I couldn’t believe I was taking this much. Not even Alex had stretched me out like this, and for a second, I thought about him. Then it left me as I felt my cunt pulse against the double shafts. Looking up, I could see he couldn’t hold back any longer. Pulling out the dildo and tossing it on my abs, “Remember, boy. No matter who breeds your cunt, you’re mine,” he roared, emptying his load in me. “Yes, Sir, yours,” I moaned, as he leaned forward and tenderly kissed me. This was the part I loved, being used and then taken care of. He stayed in me for a while, until, slowly, he pulled out and released me, leaving the restraints on me, before wrapping his arms around me. “Those look good on you,” he smiled, holding my wrist. Jack kept this up, getting more extreme each time. He’d have me so tweaked out, that I agreed to just do about anything he wanted me to do, as long as I could spend the night spun and servicing cock. At some point, we naturally fell into a semi-relationship, exposing me to lots of other things. Some I wasn’t into, but other stuff I was, and we’d do again. Lucky for me, he was patient, even while pushing my boundaries. To be honest, it was a relief. Ever since high school and my time with Alex, I’d felt something was missing. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being with Alex, but now, I was able to get into a headspace where I could let it all go. Work was getting stressful, and I could shake off the tension with Jack. He even asked me a few times if I wanted to be his full-time cuntboy. I gave it serious thought, but I couldn't agree to it, then. It just wouldn't have been fair to either of us. So, he let me do my thing outside of what we had, and that made it easier for me to climb the corporate ladder and keep my career moving. A couple of years into our arrangement, I was browsing one of the apps where I had a heavier profile describing most of my kinks: 100% sub cuntboy into leather, rubber, piss, gob, and control. There he was. I didn’t need a second look. No one else had a vein like that snaking around their shaft. Fuck, I had spent too much time on it to forget, plus, that huge piss slit. So, I sent him a quick message: ‘Sup, Big Alex’s looking good.’ I got a quick response: ‘No one knows that name but one guy. Luke? That you, fucker?’ I just replied with a winking emoji. ‘Fuck!’ he answered, ‘We gotta meet up. You free?’ ‘Why the fuck else would I be on here?’ I typed, sending him my address and phone number. ‘Be there in 45,’ he texted, ‘assuming you’re ready. Remember, I go in deep.’ ‘I remember, bro! I’m on it!’ I told him, remembering how he felt in me, “See ya then.”

Contact me, I need to be put in my place and getting pimped out might be the answer.

Location speedway Indiana (suburb of Indy) I wanna get my anal cherry popped, full fill my sickest and wildest desires and I will full fill yours what ever they are 100% consenting adult. No condoms. please write for more info

I was unaware of "top poppers" and "bottom poppers" from the safety sense. Certainly poppers hit folks differently, and some really help relax and open a hole more than others, but I thought poppers by virtue of being nitrate compounds just flat out didn't jive with ED meds.

please continue this story, I cant wait to see what happens next

I'll be at the La Quinta on I-17 and Greenway, and I'll be looking for tops to come by and use my throat and/or ass while I'm naked and blindfolded in bed. You must be Drug and disease free, and I only suck cut cocks....but will definitely let an uncut guy fill my ass with his load. This is a cum and go sorta thing. No hanging out, or chit chatting....just walk in, pick a hole and fill it, then go about your day. 🙂

I was 16 the first time I took another man's load inside me. Up until then it was just some sucking and frottage, with me always in the bottom role. One day just after a driver's education class, the boy I fooled around with and I got together and I told him I wanted to feel him inside me. He lubed himself up with some lotion, eased his big cock in me and fucked away. Once he was close, he asked if he could cum inside me. I didn't hesitate to tell him yes. I took his load only one other time before high school ended and we drifted apart. That got me addicted to being a cumdump and I have always looked for someone to have that experience again.

I was reminiscing and hoping to find a good double penetration gangbang story. I wasn't expecting to find the hottest story I've ever read. 😈😈😈❤️❤️❤️

Gay bb, bareback, gangbang, gang breeding, raw, interracial, cum eating, cum swallowing

There’s no other way.

Party bottom pig looking to party and be gang fucked and used like a cumdump. Prefer warm dry outdoor location or if you have a better location I'm open to suggestions. Pnp, poppers are ideal. 2 rules...1) tops only...no bottoms or vers bottoms, you're there to fuck not get fucked 2) bareback only no condoms allowed. Looking for 5-10 tops to dump loads in both my hungry holes. No blood or scat

I know my limits for what I can enjoyably take and average is just fine with me as long as he can get hard and stay hard, and of course, breeds me.

What is the point of bottoming if it doesn't result in a hole full of cum? A guy wearing a condom isn't much dif*ferent than me pounding myself with a dildo. It's not just about the feeling of the fucking, it's the connection that goes along with the fluid exchange, and knowing that I am fulfilling my purpose of being just a hole for a man's cum. Raw is law, indeed.

I'm all for heavy creamy loads released deep inside my hot pussy. Would love to chat with you. Send me a hot message - okay? Cheers, Jamie

Seems there are a few of us here all looking for the same thing

Crabs twice, gono a few times, chlamydia just as many (they seem to come as a pair) and had a couple warts on my dick that I got frozen off.

If you're into latex, just get a body suit with holes designed in for your mouth, your cock, and your ass. Fuck condoms. The only really good condom is a human condom with its own reservoir deep in its guts.

I get fuck raw only As I cruise parks the Fair Theatre where you don’t have time for a condom. Raw is the law.

I have never heard of "topper poppers" what are you referring to? A specific brand?

I actually think that's hot! Like you said it is bold, I probably wouldn't have done it that openly either but damn that sounds hot!