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That's a long pole he has in his hand and he looks like he knows what to do with it....

Porn first , then visiting bookshops and saunas... slowly it was not so much the barebacking but the need to feel used and the need for cum inside of me that made me the cum junky. I crave the anxiety that comes with being negative and getting fucked bare to get filled with lots of anonymous loads of cum deep inside of me.

North of Boston USA

You may or may not agree with me that a gangbang consists of a minimum of 5 tops. I was hot fuckable cock hungry 16 year old twink and my hot and hairy dom top 24 year old bf arranged a gangbang with 5 men that i didn't know as he watched. I was blindfolded face down ass up with my hands tied behind my back as 2 men arrived. I could hear their deep voices talking dirty about my hole. They spread apart my asscheeks taking turns eating my hole. A few minutes later my hands were untied and I was on all fours getting fucked ass to mouth by 5 men until they bred a load each in my hole. They wanted me on the couch holding my legs back and wide apart when my bf removed the blindfold face to face with the hot men that fucked me. A distinguished man with grey in his 50s, two guys with shaved heads , beards and hairy all over in their 40s, a ginger haired man in his late 30s and a black guy in his early 30s. I stayed in that position as we chatted about what just happened and hot it was while they all took turns licking my cummy hole and cum kissing me . I circled my swollen puffy asslips as they were stroking their semi erect cocks till they were hard again. My bf stood behind me and held me legs further back when the black guy said ready for round 2. Fuck Yeah. He shoved his 9" cock in balls deep with one quick thrust and pounded my hole a few times before he pulled out for the next cock till they all took turns for several rounds. My bf asked the ginger man to sit on the couch. My bf picked me up and sat me down onto his 10" ginger cock. My hole felt full again when the only 3 of them took turns double fucking me . Unlike the previous loads that were fucked in deep their loads were spluttering out of my noisy hole onto their cum covered cocks that made my hole feel sloppier. The 2 hairy men with beards both have cocks girthier than my wrists. I sat on one and relaxed my hole while the other one slowly guided his in from behind picking up pace, fucking me hard and both shot there loads inside me at the same time . The ginger and black guy were stroking their hard cocks and without prompting I was face down ass up with pulling my sphincter apart as they wanked a load each into my gaping hole.

Cant wait for more! Keep checking, waiting on the next chapter of Peter's cum filled adventures! Oink! SO HOT! Thank you for posting!

Yeah or stay in the toilet all day and get used by every old guy that comes in. Leave late at night with cum all over my face and hair and body and dripping down my chin and leaking out of my gaping ass and running down my legs. A dirty , messy cumdump whore.....

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Fuck wish this had more but such a hot story

Love being pissed in.

You & I, both🤣🤣🤣.

I think Jon Phelps is so HOT in TIM's SLAMMED. What other porno has he done?

There are some truly gorgeous AFL players but, compared to NRL players they lack something. Muscle men with bodies of steel bears & thighs to die for compared to the university (come fuck me) Jock. For an organisation that screams Gay tolerant & totally accepting, I find it incredibly farcical that the AFL is literally the only major national organisation (maybe in the world) that has NO PLAYERS willing to take their coming out steps. It can't possibly be a totally gay free organisation. WHY IS THIS SO🤔🫢🫢🫢???

Did I miss the punch line? Spike Lee! Lol

White Label definitely gets me soft and turns me into a cunt. 🥀

The idea of not knowing who is breeding me is hot. I would like to be bound and blindfolded by one too while partying. Then have that too decides who or what enters me. Hotter if I never see the first top as he has me out on a blindfold before going in and no pics sent.

To me knowing a guy has bred me while I’m bleeding is hot. Mixture of the two fluids. Even better if there is a bigger cock to follow and tear me some more.

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.