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Have had 2 hookups with this 'straight' (probably bi) college dude. The first time he came over he thought I would have condoms (I did not) but said his main issue was hygeine so if my ass was clean and showered we could go bare, you know, just this once. The fuck was fast but amazing and a massive load was dropped in me. He texts me about a week later saying he 'needs dat puss' and so comes over. I'm sucking him good and his cock is rock hard, as only a 20 year-old can be, and he tells me to bend over. I hear him ripping open the condom wrapper and I'm disappointed, especially after that amazing load he left last time. I spin around and begin fellating him with a vengeance and he gets wobbly-legged and has to lay down. As he lays there in blow job bliss, I kick the half opened wrapper to the floor and work my way up his torso to those beautiful, caramel nipples. While he's all blissed out and pre-cumming like a mothefucker, I straddle him and start rubbing my hole against his cock - still suckling at those luscious pecs. There is so much pre-cum now I have little difficulty maneuvering him into my hungry hole. I hold down his arms and legs so he can't do much except squirm and moan while I pull every power bottom move out of the book: slow stroke, clenching, reverse cowboy, jackhammer, etc. I'm a bigger dude so I can do the 'booty shake' and it was the ass-clap/clench combo that gave that guy the most intense orgasm of his young life. I have rarely had so much cum in my ass from one load. He looked adorable and kind of helpless as he stumbled around the room trying to gather his underwear and things, but having to stop from time to time to just mutter, "oh damn, oh fuck, oh damn...", and absently-mindedly tug his still half-hard cock, like he couldn't quite believe what happened I think I've shown him the truth and the light of the bareback way - he's over here again in about 20 mins and sent this pic saying he couldn't wait to, "nutt dat puss". Damn, I love a 20 year old dick!8 points
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Standing at the bar I surveyed the offerings of the evening, which were pretty slim for a Friday night. Mostly old guys, not the younger twinks I was looking for. There were a couple I had already done that were desperate for a repeat, and why wouldn't they? I was a God. And I knew it. My name is Josh. I'm a prime piece of 18 (though my fake ID says otherwise) year old all American, blond haired, blue eyed fuck machine. 6'2" of smooth, tan, jock muscle with broad shoulders, hard pecs, narrow waist, washboard stomach, strong thighs, big calves, an amazing rock hard bubble butt, and the fattest 10 1/2" cock anyone would be more than grateful to worship. God damn I'm perfect. But like I said, I like those young leather twinks. Guys I can really lord my awesomeness over while I abuse and dominate them, making them beg for the mere privilege of being in my presence, and thank me while my horse cock rapes their hole like never before. However, I don't like repeats, even though they were desperate for me to take them again. Hell, everyone was desperate for me. Those old leather queens could barely keep their tongues in their mouths as they eyed my splendor, wishing I would give them the time of day. But they can look all they want, they ain't gettin! I took a fresh drink from the bartender and leaned my back against the bar, resting my elbows on the bar, sticking my chest out behind my open leather vest so they could get a good view of this perfect torso they'd never get to touch. One of the guys came up to the bar right next to me to get a drink. He was probably in his 50's, about my height. He wore a leather harness over his very hairy barrel chest. As he waited for his drink he leaned his bearded face into my ear and asked how things were going this evening. I turned my head away as I mumbled a response so he would know I wasn't interested. He just got his drink and went back to where he had been and stared at me. I just drank my drink and ordered another one. As I started my next drink, I started to feel strange, kind of light headed and dizzy. The feeling got stronger, so I figured I needed some fresh air and headed for the door. As I stumbled into the alley, I noticed the guy in the harness had followed me out. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my chest just as everything went black. I started to come too with no idea where I was. As my foggy head started to clear the first thing I noticed was a rubber mask covering my head. It had plastic eye holes to see out and some kind of tube for breathing. I started to panic and scream and thrash around. That's when I realized I was constrained. It didn't take me long to realize I was in a sling. My arms and legs had been securely tied down so the only movement I could make was a little bit in my torso and my head as I thrashed and screamed. "Looks like my new toy is finally awake." I heard a voice say. "Now the fun can begin." I stared in horror as someone came up to my head. I could see he was holding some kind of glass pipe that he proceeded to light and inhale. The next thing I knew, my mask entirely filled with a thick, white smoke. I had no choice but to inhale it. I coughed a bit as it hit my lungs, but more and more kept comming. Quickly I felt waves ripple through my body as my heart sped up and my brain started to race. Next I noticed someone with a long, thin syringe that had no needle on it. It was filled with some kind of liquid. He proceeded to start to insert it into my ass and I started to panic again. I was a fucking top! I had never had anything in my ass before! But my feeble protests were to no avail. In it went and very soon I started to feel a kind of burning in my ass. Quickly the burning turned to desire. Fuck, my ass was wanting cock. What the hell was happening to me? I didn't have long to ponder my fate as I soon felt something hard pressing against my butthole. My cries of no did no good as I felt a hard cock slide into my virgin hole, spreading my asslips apart, ripping me open. I howeled as my rapist buried himself to the hilt and I felt his pubes grind against my flaming hole. I could hear the room erupt in cheers as this conquest was made. Dear God! How many men were here witnessing my downfall? I could hear all kinds of cameras going off as I took my first cock ever. Again I didn't have long to ponder before the man grabbed my legs and started pounding my ass as hard as he could. I just yelled and cried as I was brutally fucked by what had to be a big cock. He would pull it all the way out before slamming it back in to the hilt. I could feel it deep inside me, plundering past my prostate, opening me deep inside. Much to my shock, after about 5 minutes it started to feel different. It started to feel good. Instead of screaming I started grunting in pleasure. "Oh.......oh.......Oh........Oh." I grunted each time he buried it deep in me. After what seemed like half an hour of steady pounding the mask was removed from my head and someone held my up so I could see my rapist. It was the guy from the bar pounding me with a cock at least the same size as mine. "Look at me boy!" he ordered as he continued to ride me. "I want to see my new slaves face as I breed him for the first time!" With that, he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped me full of his hot cum. I could feel his cock pulse deep in my guts as I got my first breeding ever. When he finished, he pulled out and moved to my head. I could see his cock covered in cum, blood, and some shit. Without a word he just rammed it into my panting mouth and forced me to clean everything off of it. Then again, without a word he started to piss in my mouth. I was shocked and choked and gagged as he emptied himself straight down my throat, but I had no choice but to swallow or drown. He didn't pull out till he was empty. Leaning down into my ear he whispered,"Welcome to your new life, jockboy. You will be the nastiest slut in this city before I'm done with you." My cock hardened at his words.......5 points
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Fucked my first freshman ass of the new semester. Best thing about living in a college town is the unending supply of fresh, naive 18-19 year old bois. He didn't say if he was a virgin and I didn't ask, but his ass was so tight it took me forever to get balls deep in him, mostly because he would not stop squirming. Once I got into him and his hole started to open up to accept my cock, he relaxed enough to let me give him a good, long fucking. Ended up fucking and breeding him three times. He is so my type, smooth, innocent acting/looking, and 100% twink. Sent him home about an hour ago, but he'll be coming back over on Monday for more.5 points
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Thanks all for the likes and comments. It really is good to hear that you enjoyed the story.4 points
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A friend of mine, Jeff. recently told me about this. He recently visited a friend of his, Dale, in a nearby big city. Both Jeff and Dale are gay, but they have never made out with each other. On this visit Dale and Jeff were watching videos and drinking. Dale popped a dvd into the player. In the scenes that played, two fighters were fighting each other. No shirts, no shoes, no gloves. They were only wearing loose shorts. The fighters were in a cage of sorts. It was a no holds bar fighting. They were beating the hell out of each other. Finally one of the fighters fell to the floor. After several seconds had passed, a referee outside the cage called the fight, declaring the one standing the winner. At which time the winner dropped his shorts and pulled a big cock out. He gave it a few quick strokes while looking down at the other fighter. The winner then reached down and jerked the shorts off of the other fighter. He then got down and forcibly slammed his bare cock into the defeated fighter's ass. The winner, hard and fast fucked the defeated fighter for several minutes until he came in his ass. Pulling out. Jumping to his feet with his hands in the air in victory. Jeff looked at Dale, and said "What the fuck!" Dale explained that he got the dvd from a friend who had recorded it off of a streaming video. The videos are from a private stream. The fights are real. It is a fight club with a twist. You take all of the rules from the movie basically. However the looser gets fucked by the winner. No extra lube. No condoms. Either you win and drain your nuts, or you loose and you get your ass raped. There is no option of not fucking. You can clean out and prelube just encase you loose. If you loose, you will be fucked wither you are conscious or not. There was a total of five fights on the dvd. At one point Jeff realized that both Dale and him had their cocks out slow stroking. At which point Jeff had a realization. He had noticed when they first meet that Dale had some old bruises and scabs on his face and hands. Jeff did not think twice about it because Dale is in construction. Jeff also noticed that whenever the winning fighter slammed his cock into the loser, Dale would winch in pain just for a second. Jeff never did ask. Ever since I heard of this I have been looking all over the internet for this. I have not found it yet. For some odd reason this is hot to me. Does anyone have a clue? Do you have any suggestions on how to find such things?3 points
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There is nothing like getting fucked with a huge raw cock, feeling it twitch inside and then taking the seed, damn it feels good3 points
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Part II. “Wait here,” I said, smirking to my new filthy friend. He didn’t believe that I was coming back, let alone that I was bringing reinforcements. He pulled up his pants and shuffled behind me to the doorway of the restroom. I walked out to the car, looking over my shoulder and winking. My boy was sitting there, on his phone, looking at hook-up apps. “You ready for some action right now?” He smiled, thinking I meant we could fool around now. “Is the coast clear in there for some rest stop action?” he asked. "Not exactly. Just follow me.” My boy got out of the car, and I realized that he was already hard, with a dark spot of precum leaking through his shorts. He saw the unattractive surly stranger in the doorway immediately, as his phone vibrated with an incoming message. He chuckled, and sent a message, before slipping the phone into his pocket, and practically running up to the hairy man, shirt still unbuttoned. My boy leaned in to kiss him and twisted his puffy nipples in his fingers. The stranger smiled at me and dragged my boy into the bathroom, back to the stall where I had bred him just a few minutes earlier. As I entered the bathroom, I saw the man on his knees, slobbering all over my boy’s dick, already hard, his pants already pulled down. He had his hands at his own ass, fingering out my cum, and the cum that was already there when I got to him. With his fingers streaked with seed, he started working them into my boy’s ass. I knew my boy wasn’t shy, and didn’t mind taking cum from strangers. In fact, it turned us both on, especially not knowing the man’s status or health, and as in confirmation of as much, my boy was moaned in pleasure as the guy gurgled on his cock and teased his asshole. I fished out my sticky cock and fisted my hard-on as the guy bent over for my boy, just as he had for me. My boy eased in as the guy pushed back to meet his thrusts. “How many loads you got in you, man?” “Not sure,” he grunted back, “but you’re at least the fifth or sixth guy in me today." "Cum slut,” my boy grunted in reply, fucking him even harder than before, his balls slapping against the stranger’s ass, as cum started forcing its way out of his hole, practically splashing between them. “You want my load, man?” The man moaned in approval as my boy filled him up, holding onto his hips, shooting deep inside. The man pulled forward hopping off my boy’s cock, spun around, and swallowed it to the root, getting his stubbly face smeared with cum. My boy smeared his face against the man’s cummy face, and reached behind himself to work two sticky fingers inside his ass. The man stood him up, facing me, circled around, and eased his raw dick into my boy. The man’s thick cock must have been over eight inches long, and my boy clearly loved taking inch after inch. ‘Fuuuuck me,” he grunted as the man exhaled as he went balls-deep. My boy looked up at me, his eyes extending a 'thank you', and the man also looked on, smirking and grunting as he plowed my boy so hard he nearly fell over. I watched as my boy’s face went from blissful pleasure to pain. I knew this guy’s rough fucking must be tearing up his asshole. “So hot, fucking your boy… You share his holes with your friends?” I nodded. “That’s so hot… and so stupid… so dangerous.…” My boy was in heat as he said these words, and I knew he was working his ass muscles, trying to get the man to cum so it would be over with. He had gone from enjoying an anonymous rest room fuck to really being in agony. “You like getting your boy bred with dirty seed?” I knew what he meant, and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it. “Gonna do it! Gonna breed your boy!!!!” My boy clenched his eyes tightly as the man filled his guts with his dirty cum. The man smiled at me, starting to laugh, nearly cackling as he pulled his cock out my boy’s wrecked hole, wiping it on his hands and bringing his hands to his own mouth. My boy stopped him and licked the filth off his hands, kneeling down and swallow his cock, covered in my boy’s ass juice, and the man’s dirty load. I heard my boy’s phone vibrate on the cold filthy tile floor, having fallen out of his shorts during his intense fuck. I heard the door open behind me as two guys walked in, one older, one younger, both very handsome and muscular, both smiling at the scene before them. “Is this a private party, or can anyone join?”3 points
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PART TWO As we sat in the backseat finishing the first movie John kept fingering my hole, playing with his cum. He remarked that he was in awe at how tight my ass was, and just how quickly he came. I replied saying "Don't worry. You can make it up during the second round." There would definitely have to be a round 2. Well, the movie, The Fantastic Four, didn't get good reviews from the critics, but to be honest I can't really say I saw much of the movie. After the pole lights dimmed, everyone was back to their cars, and the movie started, John looked at me and asked "Round 2?" I looked over at him, grabbed his hard cock and stroked it. "Of course round 2. That's a stupid question." He helped me slip my pants off (which I had put back on during the intermission because people were moving around). He immediately began playing with my hole, and with an air of amazement remarked "Dude, you've tightened back up. Like I never even fucked you. How'd you do that?" "No idea, but that won't do. Slide that raw cock inside me, balls deep. Use your first load as lube, man. Fuck me good." Which he did. There was no slow entry, no waiting. Just tip to base inside me as quickly as he could get into my ass. I moaned as he began plowing my hole, so much that he had to put his hand over my mouth so the family in the next car over didn't hear us. My god, John could fuck. He fucked and plowed my ass in all the right ways, smacking my prostate and stoking my dick simultaneously. After a little while he started to pull his dick all the way out then slam back in in one long stroke, slamming his balls off my ass. At one point he was actually able to suck my dick while he was fucking my hole. Man what a crazy rush lol. "Dude, your ass is still so fucking tight, and I can feel my cum all over my dick making your hole so fucking wet! I'm not gonna last much longer." "Well you know where to blow man. Let it rip when you're ready but keep fucking me!" John had a full body orgasm. He slammed his dick in me as I milked him with my hole: tighten up, loosen, tighten up, loosen. His whole body shook as I felt his dick pulse and shoot the second load so deep in my hole I could almost taste it. Again, he stayed inside me until he went soft and flopped out. "Man, you're not done, I haven't nutted yet," I commented as he slowly recovered from his orgasm. "I know, give me a sec" he responded. Then he stuck three fingers in my hole and massaged my prostate as he swallowed my dick down his throat. I started to buck up into him as he finger fucked me and blew me. I didn't last long, shooting my load down his throat. Naturally he swallowed every drop. The end of The Fantastic Four didn't make a whole lot of sense. I missed the first hour. And it's good we finished when we did, 'cause not five minutes later a group of kids walked by and obviously were looking as I massaged John's dick through his shorts. ***You tell me. Part 3?***3 points
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Want Some Chocolate With Sprinkles?: The thwump-thwump-thwump of Marine 1, the President’s helicopter and its two escorts, echoed down the river as it made its way to Andrews Air Force Base. I was walking home from work and approaching Banneker Overlook in Southwest, Washington, DC, where I got a great view of the three choppers flying low, appearing to weave in and out of the numerous construction cranes at the river’s edge that marked the new Wharf Development. It was another hot and blistering day in DC – the 10th in a row in the high 90s and I was anxious to get home, get out of my sweat drenched work clothes, and relax with a cold drink by the air conditioner. As I descended the other side of the Overlook, I heard the musical chimes of one of the neighborhood’s ice cream trucks, although this one sounded like it was on its last leg – off tune, missing beats, and volume that faded in and out. A nice big ice cream cone sounded really good right about then and with this heat I bet they were doing a hell of a business. I started along the sidewalk beside Maine Avenue, casually looking over the numerous tour buses that park there before venturing back out to pick up the latest flock of tourists. Near the end of the line of buses, parked by the largest shade tree on the block, was the ice cream truck I had heard earlier and I licked my lips in anticipation of a sweet treat. When I got closer I noticed a pair of boots and a pair of bare legs sticking out from the other side of the tree – legs that looked like mini-tree trunks themselves, thick, and sturdy. About 20 feet away I caught a whiff of a cigar, a strong one, and now noticed a light haze of smoke working its way around the tree and my curiosity grew. I slowed my pace, heard a manly cough, hack, then spit, a growl and “MOTHER FUCK!” repeated several times. The last one was being spat out as I rounded the tree and saw the man frantically brushing at his bare chest with his right hand while waving his left hand around with the cigar in in trying to keep his balance on the milk crate he was sitting on. He saw me standing there, let out a long, low laugh and said, “About burned my nipple off – Jesus fucking Christ – been looking forward to this cigar all damn day – now look at that, singed my chest hair right off – fucking Christ.” I smiled, not sure what to say, and watched as he settled himself back on the crate, leaned against the ice cream truck and started puffing on his cigar again. I couldn’t help but stare as at this big black man, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and basketball shorts, sitting on the side of the street like he was King Shit. His hair was cut low and tight, and he had a nice thick beard, but the rest of him seemed fairly smooth, although it was hard to tell as his skin was a rich, dark ebony and any hair would have been matted down by the sheen of sweat that covered him. The boots he had on looked about size 13 and the cum pig bottom in me started to squeal OINK OINK. My eyes started to go back up his body and stopped – his left hand was now resting on his left thigh, a gold wedding band flashing brightly as his fingers rose up and down in motion like he was playing a piano. No, not a piano, a pipe, a big, long pipe, because I watched what was clearly a monster dick started to lengthen in his shorts and I was sure any moment the head would peak out like a newborn babe. “Eyes up here,” the man said, breaking me out of my fantasy mind and embarrassing me that I got caught. “Even with those fucking shades on I can tell you eyeing my shit, so speak the fuck up. I ain’t got time for games, say what you want.” I was taken aback by his frankness and sputtered, “I uhh… ice cream… you know it’s hot as shit out here and I thought some ice cream would be good right about now.” The man continued to stroke his shaft with his fingers in rhythm to a tune only he could hear, or maybe it was in time with the hum of the ice cream truck’s motor that was running the cooler. He puffed on his cigar, grunted as he stood up, grabbed his milk crate, and walked to the back of the truck. “Well come on. I believe I got just what you’re looking for. I looked both ways up and down the sidewalk, nervous, but horny as hell and I wanted some dick, so I followed him to the back, grabbed the side, stepped up the two steps into the back of the ice cream truck and a little forward to make room for him to follow. The back door closed, locked, I quickly looked to the front and saw the back end of one of the buses. The ice cream man laughed, “Don’t worry man. You scared? Naw I didn’t think so and no one can see. Anyways, my dudes being playing cards and shit and they know better than to bother me if the truck be rocking, you understand?” I nodded, hoping I did. “Last chance – say what you want,” he ordered. It was now or never so I straightened my shoulders back a little, took off my sunglasses, looked up into his dark eyes and said, “I want to suck your dick for you, then let you fuck me hard and rough and deep and blow your load up my ass.” The ice cream truck driver coughed, blowing cigar smoke out as he laughed. He shook his head, smiled, “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, “So you trying to be a bitch for a big dick? Get those fucking pants off and let me see whatcha working with. I’m a man who likes a big old melon ass, not some little peach shit. Hot damn! That’s right, your ass got some meat to it, bend that shit over, time for a taste test.” I finished stripping and bent forward over the ice cream cooler as the ice cream man started to paw at my ass cheeks. I rested my elbows on the cold steel of the cooler tops as he spread my cheeks open and started flicking his tongue side to side and up and down my ass crack. “Fuck me, fuck me,” I begged as his thick tongue found the edges of my hole.” He paused, inhaled deep, smacked his lips and said, “Oh fuck you bet I’m going to, but first I plan to taste all 31 flavors. Before we begin though, stand up.” I stood up, grabbed my now hard dick, and was beating it as I looked at his now naked body. OH MY GOD HIS DICK WAS HUGE! I wanted it so bad and asked him again to fuck me, but he ignored me, opened a cupboard on the other side of truck pulled out a box, then squatted down, reached in, pulled out two more boxes, stood up, then set the boxes on the other counter. He opened the first one, pulled out a leather collar and a thick chain and held it up. I tilted my head in question as he sucked on his cigar, set it back in an ashtray and said, “Bitches need to be chained up if they want to get mounted by the big dawg knot.” I shivered a little as the cold links of the chain fell down my back and he laced the leather collar around my neck. Maybe now he would fuck me. But no. He looped the end of the chain through the handle on the ice cream cooler and padlocked it, opened the other boxes and started pulling out baggies of pills, marijuana, little vials and needles, and other shit I had no idea what it was. The next box he opened he pulled several aluminum foil wrapped bunches out, set them down, gently opened one, and a stack of money peered through. He then crossed in front of me, opened the cooler door on the end, reached down, stood up and said, “Bend over.” I did, my heart almost burst with joy as I was going to get fucked, but it was not his dick that pushed at my hole. I cried out as something very fucking cold and pointy forced its way into my ass, the cold making me clench my hole did not stop him. “Cum shouldn’t be wasted,” he said, “This is one of my nuttsicles – grade A, premium black beef, nutt. And that’s hardly half of what I shoot at a time. My balls fucking put out, which is good, because I like my bitches’ asses to be dripping and sloppy.” My ass clenched and my guts shuddered from the inside out and the ice cream man just laughed. He then tossed a baggy of white powder on the cooler beside me, unwrapped one of his stacks of bills, snapped the rubberband off, slid a bill off the top and rubbed it between his hands a couple times, then rolled it into a little straw and handed it to me with the 100 mark showing. Holy fuck – if that whole stack was hundred dollar bills he must have thousands of dollars there! The ice cream man knew what I was thinking apparently as he chuckled, patted the stack and said, “What the fuck? You think I make stacks like this selling tootie fruity and fudge pops? You tripping. I got the best delivery service in town. Me and my boys sling dope, pills, juice, crack, whatever you need we got and if I don’t got it, I can get it. Cops don’t bother me none, I’m just the ice cream man you know? And on the streets, well no one fucks with me either as they know my boys and I pack firepower, but they also need what I bring to the table. See all these fucking buses? They come down here every day from New York City and shit and they sure don’t make their cash from hauling old blue haired tourists around. They haul what I need straight down 95. My shit’s the best. Now that you know the 411, snort some shit up because I’m about ready to bang you the fuck out!” I looked at the baggy, looked at him, my ass clenched. “I’ve not done shit like that in a really long long time, I mean I don’t mind if you do, but I can’t. Work and all.” The ice cream man stepped closer, his right hip pressing against my side feeling hot like a furnace. He shook his head, grabbed the baggy, handed the 100 to me and said, “You WILL snort, sip, take whatever the fuck I say. I like fucking bitches that be high and we got a few hours before I have to meet my crew and make some deliveries, so be good, obey, and do what THE FUCK I SAY!” I nodded, took the baggy and 100 and hit the powder. FUCK THAT BURNED! “Other side too,” he said and then continued, “You won’t find Tina like that any place else in the city. I got the best shit.” He held up another bag, this one full of little shards and pieces, he pulled a chunk out, reached down and pushed it into the gaping piss slit in the head of his dick. “FUCK YEAH THAT’S A GOOD BURN,” he said, as he took another and plopped it under his tongue. He then grabbed two large chunks, turned me around, and using two fingers and his thumb shoved the shards into my chilled ass. Once they were just inside my hole he used his index finger to push them in further. The ice cream man then spit on his dick, once, twice, and got it nice and slimy. He then took the bag of powder, pulled some out between his fingers and dribbled it over his wet dick. “Every big chocolate cone should have sprinkles on it, don’t you think? You like sprinkles? I want you to get down on your fucking knees and lick every sprinkle off my dick, don’t miss a one.” I had to adjust the collar and chain a little, but it was long enough so I could obey and soon I was slurping on his Tina covered dick like it was an XL Frosty at Wendys. “Let me hear you smack those lips on my meat, spit that shit up – now swallow those sprinkles – ha ha oh fuck, you got powdered lips now – good bitch cock sucker – bet that throat is nice and relaxed, you feeling the shit yet? Oh yeah, I can tell, you a greedy little cock sucker. Open your mouth, let me feel you wet the whole motha-fuckin thing. FUCK YEAH, REST MY BALLS ON YOUR CHIN – TRY SWALLOWING MY SHIT, WORK MY DICK WITH THAT THROAT!” Drool was running out the sides of my mouth and as the Tina kicked in I was hungrier than ever and wanted more. I spat his dick out, stood up, panting hard as mouth juice ran down my chin and onto my chest. I looked at him all wild eyed and he stepped back, laughed, reached into a box and pulled out a plastic bottle. “This here is my home-made lube. We’re about to set that ass on fire! Bend over and show me how you want it.” I turned around, planted my hands firmly on top of the ice cream freezer, the chill of the cold steel in sharp contrast to the blazing inferno that began to spread from the tender edges of my asshole, deeper into my guts as the ice cream man fingered me hard and rough with his homemade lube. I started to pant, what the fuck was in that shit? He dangled another baggy in front of me, “See these monster shards? I’ll plant a few more of these up, twirl it all up with my meat, and top that sunday off with some frothy whip cream and a busted cherry from that third hole!!” I started to push back and ride his fingers as he forced the shards of Tina deeper into me. Even though it felt like I was being blasted with rock salt, the high I was on overrode any common sense and told me the pain I was feeling was nothing compared to the joy to come. “YOU WANT THIS DICK? WANT MY KNOT? LET ME HEAR YOU BEG FOR IT FUCKER. BEG TO GET FUCKED, BEG TO GET USED, BEG FOR MY CHOCOLATE NUTT,” the ice cream man said. I bounced my ass around and pushed it back as far as I could while still bending over the cooler. I begged, pleaded, and was frustrated as hell as my need to get fucked was overwhelming. The only warning I had he was ready was a quick “TAKE IT BITCH,” before the ice cream man pushed against my shivering hole and punched his dick head through my first ass ring, and started banging at the second like a warrior attacking a castle’s walls. “FUCKING CHRIST – THAT SHIT IS TIGHT – NOT FOR LONG THOUGH, GOING TO LOOSEN THAT HOLE, MAKE IT FLOWER, OPEN THOSE PUSSY LIPS THEN SPRINKLE IT WITH MY LUV AND LITTLE RAIN,” the ice cream man announced as he banged my ass. “SHUT UP, I DON’T NEED TO HEAR YOU TELLING ME HOW FUCKING GOOD MY DICK FEELS. I KNOW IT DOES. BITCHES SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD SO JUST KEEP TRYING TO GRIP DOWN ON MY DICK SO I CAN BUST THOSE WALLS OUTWITH MY BIG, BLACK CANNON!” The ice cream man fucked me hard, deep, and steady and I was fucking loving it. I was used to being verbal so it was tough having to keep my mouth shut, but the few moans and groans that escaped my Tina coated lips let him know I would take whatever he gave me. Even though I was laying face forward on the ice cream cooler, I was hot, sweating, and panting. The ice cream man was hot too and sweat poured off his thick body and dripped all over me as he continued to fuck my ass. After a while of hard fucking, he slowed his pace and said, “Fuck damn – feel that? I just gave you a bit of chem piss. That’ll kick in in oh about 2 or 3 minutes and your ass will start squirting like a porn pussy in not time. And you know what? By the times we’re through, you’re gonna walk out of here smelling like an old goat. A big old goat with nasty teeth, fucked up hooves, and shit and piss coated tail end.” He laughed hard at that, I didn’t get it but could have cared less as long as he kept fucking me. My legs were getting tired, but my ass was hungrier than ever, and I grabbed onto the cross bar on the ice cream truck wall in front of me to help keep me standing. I guess it was actually the window counter that opened as every time the ice cream man bang fucked me into the cooler, the wall would pop out a little, only staying in place by hook latches on either side, but it was enough for me to get quick little views of sunlight and the sidewalk and every now and then a glimpse of one of the bus drivers standing by the bus in front of us and looking at the ice cream truck. “READY FOR MY BLACK SYRUP? SOME CREAM IN THAT HOLE FOR THAT VANILLA SUNDAY? GONNA MAKE THAT BANA SPLIT FO SURE! I GOT IT FOR YOU – HERE IT FUCKING COMES – TAKE MY FUCKING CREAM YOU DICK HUNGRY FUCKER – OPEN THAT HOLE WIDE – GIVE IT TO ME – GIVE IT TO ME – THAT’S RIGHT – LET ME PUSH THOSE SPRINKLES INTO THOSE GUTS – AWW FUCK…AWW FUCK… HERE IT COMES…HERE IT COMES….HERE….IT….COOOMMMMESSSS…..!!!!” The shivers that ran through the ice cream truck man travelled from his dick, up and through his body, back down through his dick and into my ass and exploded out through my limbs as his cum splattered my insides. He sighed, sucked in a couple deep breaths, then pushed himself off me and ripped his dick out of my pulsing hole. I begged for him to keep fucking me but he just slapped my ass, laughed, grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser on the side, and wiped his face and forehead off. He then kicked the milk crate on the floor to the side, plopped down on it with a grunt, took his cigar and lit it back up and leaned back. I stood up, twisting around in my collar and chain and eyed his wet and glistening dick. I needed more – had to have more! I stepped closer to try to stroke him or suck him and he said, “Back the fuck off. I’m done. Well done with that. Time to settle up. Toss me your fucking wallet.” What? All I could think about was dick and the ache in my ass. “You deaf? Jesus Christ,” he said he got up, grabbed my pants off the floor, pulled my wallet out of the back pocket, one at a time laid out the cash I had on the counter, shook his head in disgust, then pulled out one of my credit cards. He then stepped over to the cash register, ran my card through a small reader, typed in some numbers, smiled when it dinged approved, came back, stuck the card back in my wallet, scuffed up the cash and said, “You got to pay to play and my shit – between my legs and what you fucking snorted and took up your hole – ain’t free, you feel me?” I nodded, what else could I do? Right then I would have done anything. “Get dressed and get the fuck out, I got things to do,” the ice cream man said as he unwound the chain from the cooler’s handle and released me from the collar. I rubbed my neck and practically pranced back and forth on tippy toes I was so fucking horny and high. He just smiled, laughed, and deflated me a bit when he said, “Look, you got some good ass, you was here, I was ready, it was business. Here’s my card. If you got the bank and need a delivery, I got boys who can roll through with anything on the menu – and I mean anything.” The last bit he emphasized by flapping his limp dick with his right hand. OK, I got it. I was high not stupid, so I started to get dressed as he did too. Stuffed my now empty wallet into my pants and looked at him one last time in hopes he had changed his mind. He just scowled, pointed at the back door, so I let myself out into the harsh light of the hot summer afternoon. I was standing between the back of the ice cream truck and a bus that had pulled up behind us, trying to adjust myself and feeling fucking paranoid that I not only smelled like a goat, but looked like one too, when the ice cream truck’s motor revved, spat a stream of thick acrid smoke out the tail pipe, and beeped twice in warning. I hopped up on the curb as the ice cream truck backed up a few feet, pulled out, and drove away. My scattered thoughts were interrupted as someone coughed, I turned to the left and the driver of the bus that had parked behind the ice cream truck was now standing by the bus door, leaning slightly against it as he rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants. He had on large sun glasses so I could not see his eyes and he didn’t say a word, but his fingers and the growing shadow cast by his pants was all I needed to see. “I hope you got some sprinkles,” I said as I purposely walked past him and climbed the steps up into the bus knowing my ass was ready to give him more than he bargained for.2 points
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So last night I crossed a line I shouldn't have, but note that I have, will continue to cross. I hooked up with my best friend's long-term partner/boyfriend. Yikes. The three of us were bar and club hopping, starting in Adams Morgan and finishing in Dupont at trusty Cobalt. All three of us somehow made it to the McDonald's a block south of the club, and this is where it got interesting. My best friend (who's been raw fucking me since I moved to the area xD, his bf doesn't know, don't know how he hasn't noticed my cum stains all over the couches and bed) passed out. We both tried waking him up to head home (last train was about to head to our connecting station), to no avail. I don't know what has gotten in to me lately, but I've been very bold. I grumbled that I'm horny and grabbed my friend's bf's crotch. He said, "Careful, I've wanted to fuck that ass since I first saw you." So I kept rubbing his dick. My ass was getting wet just at the thought of being fucked by him ... but I needed in his ass too. He then randomly asked, "Where do you want to go?" then I told him about a park a few miles away. Haha thanks Uber for providing the ride there! The park is Rock Creek, and it's pretty expansive in area. I knew exactly where to go, so I had us dropped off (know chose a random hotel not far from the park). Once we made it down the hill and in to the woods, I quickly dropped his pants to the ground and sucked his dick. I now know why my friend doesn't bottom for him ... he's insanely hung! A real 9 inches and I thick. Luckily when drunk my holes open up. After sucking his dick for a few, I turned him around, had him bend over a tree, and started rimming him. I was determined to seed his hot ass. Bubbly and muscular. I kept stroking his dick while rimming, getting him hot and bothered. I then had him suck my dick for a few minutes, then threw him back bent over the tree. I really wanted him to feel it, so I simply used more spit to lube us up then I rammed the head of my dick in his ass. Damn he's tight ... took me about 5 minutes just to sink in balls deep. Once in, I didn't hesitate to own that ass. I used my left arm to wrap around his neck and gently choked him while fucking as hard and rough as I could. I only lasted 5 minutes before slamming in deep and flooding his hole. I didn't withdraw from his ass until after I added two more loads, with each subsequent fuck lasting about 10-15 minutes. He finally blew a load during the third round, after he muttered he's into race play. Begged me to call him names that I never use but hey, I get off on turning on others. After a few minutes of saying things plus "Whose black ass is this?" he busted a sizable load. I'm still uncomfortable being the verbal guy in race play, I love receiving it though. Well, he wasn't able to get hard enough to fuck me, so he just rimmed me until he jerked off another load. Haha when we got back to the McDonald's, friend was still passed out. I know the night manager, so I knew he'd let us back in. Man, somehow I need to do a 3 way with both of them.2 points
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A few months ago I met the cutest little bear at the local bear bar. We hit it off immediately and we both wanted to breed…bad. He was with friends and had to go. We exchanged numbers but nothing became of that. I had a few j/o fantasies about him but moved on to other dick. Night before last he messaged me online. We did the typical “how are you?” back and forth until he told me he needed some cum in his ass bad. I gave him directions and thirty minutes later he was on my doorstep. We sat on the sofa, had a drink and played the “first move” game. Normally this is not a game I play. I jump on it right away, but he was so cute and shy it made my poz cock throb just watching him so uncomfortable. I finally stood up and told him I was going to get naked and he could join me if he wanted to. What a sweet little fucker. Nice even coat of curly fur, perky round hairy ass, and the cutest little set of cock and balls on the planet. We made out for quite a while before exchanging blowjobs. I wanted him to beg for it so did not mind extending the foreplay for as long as possible. Then I pulled out my secret weapon, I started to deep tongue his sweet little hole. So fuckin tasty! He moaned like a bitch in heat. Finally he turned over, looked me in the eye and said, “I want you to bare fuck me.” Wow, you do not have to ask twice. Funny thing is I am 90% a bottom but his attitude turned me into a pig top from hell. The thought of infecting this cute guy was driving me wild. I threw his legs up and began lubing my cock with spit. He kept telling me how much he wanted my cum. His sweet little hole made my average cock feel like a twelve incher. He took it like a champ. As I said, I am a bottom so breeding this little bear did not take long. I shot deep and hard filling him with my infection. We spooned for a while with my cock inside. He finally looked over and asked me if I had just knocked him up. I simply said “yeah.” He pulled off me and said “Good. Want me to return the favor?” I wasn’t sure if he was poz or was chasing, but within a few seconds I was on my hands and knees taking his sweet little cock. After he shot in me we put on clothes and he left. Fuck I hope I was the one to knock him up.2 points
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CHPT 7 - Harold’s Wrath: Another raw dick was breeding my bruised ass, but Curtis’ last, drunk words kept repeating in my head like a broken record, “Yep, sissy cunt is all yours until I open first thing Monday morning. If I don’t have to get out my first aid kit when I can come back, you ain’t dones your jobs right.” The group of black guys gang banging me were taking him at his word of no limits as every one of them made sure to lay their hands on me, to add to the swelling around my eye, my bruised neck, cut lip, and more as they shot their charged loads into me. I was left tied up with the duct tape around my wrists and ankles as each of the guys planted a load up my ass, some for the second time since I had joined them in the theater at ROXIES. My cries, screams, and moans mingled in nicely with the chick being banged on the movie screen and my ass was quickly leaking loads and juice as the guys used me for their perverted pleasure. Even though was I was high, I managed to keep track – I thought – of who had fucked me, and knew I would get a break as soon as the guy in my ass now finished. His dick was big, thick, and long like all the rest and intent on doing serious damage. Every thrust in my ass rocked me back and forth, my guts automatically clenching, trying to milk his nutt, “Damn white pussy is gaping yo,” he said to no one in particular as he dug up in me. We were on the cushion in the middle of the group of guys who, now that the initial novelty had worn off, were not all watching us, but talking, partying, and hanging to wait their turn. “I’m a sissy cunt,” was all I could say, which just made him laugh, shake his head, and say, “Yeah you are, that’s for sure. So sissy cunt, ready for some more load up there? Yeah? GGGRRRRRRR……..” My ass felt so empty when he pulled out and I looked around anxiously needing more dick, but at the same time hoping they were done. My hopes were dashed as the short, light skinned guy with mini-dreads threw open the door to the store and came strolling in followed by several more guys who all looked like they just walked off the fucking football field. “Time to tag out boys and get a break, the second shift has arrived!” he yelled and all the guys stood up, whooped, said their hellos, restocked the cooler, lit up fresh smokes and joints. I had learned the short guy was sort of the leader of this twisted pack of souls and everyone called him Unc. Some sort of nick name I guess, and I was too fucked up too ask, and no one felt like they needed to explain. With fresh blood in the pack, Unc kneeled down beside me, rolled me so I was sitting up, turned me around so I was facing the movie screen making me squint and blink from the change in light. “How you doing sissy bitch? Getting that cunt worked out?” I nodded as he jabbed a couple fingers into my hole making my body tense, he then inspected the glistening gobs that clung to his hand in the light of the porn flick, smeared them across my lips and said, “Taste the cum. That’s it. Lick those lips. Savor it – damn you nasty! While my boys get settled, time for me to get mine.” Unc then flipped open a switch blade, sliced through the duct tape, and with an evil grin on his face ripped it off my legs, making me scream as it tore the hair out by the roots. He reached for my arms, slice the tape, but before he could rip it off I quickly snatched them away and started to tease it off myself. Unc grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, helped me up, and staggered me to the far corner where I had been fucked earlier. “Bend over like you were back in the booths. I want to pop that hole,” Unc said. I did as he asked and braced myself with my left hand on the wall, my right hand on my knee, as he tried to pop his dick in through my open hole, but I kept moving. SLAP SLAP SLAP, “STAND THE FUCK STILL!” he yelled as I suddenly felt totally sober and the lancing pain throughout my body made me try to stand back up. Unc tried to grab my neck and choke me to hold me, but he was a bit too short, so he growled in frustration, pushed me hard against the wall and snarled, “Stay the fuck here!” and stomped off. I turned and watched him walk away as he stuffed his dick back in his pants and thought I could make a dash for Harold’s room and lock myself in. But Unc was met by the guy who had dropped his ash on my back when he fucked, and who now headed my way. “Hey,” he said as he got close, “Hit this, and remember – EASY!” I took the blunt he offered, hit it, handed it back, and the pain did not go away, but shifted to the side and I wanted dick. I stepped up to him, grabbed his hand, put it back up to my throat where it had been last time, turned, and silently begged him to fuck me as I ground my hips back against his dick. The guy just laughed, “Damn whore! You already got a couple of my loads swimming around up in there. Besides, Unc’s on deck,” and with that he handed me the joint, then when I was done, left me standing alone in the corner. The sound of the party was pretty loud even standing under the speakers for the movie as the new guys mixed with the old and they all got fucked up and worked up and ready for me. Me. Me. I was…..no, who ‘me’ was did not matter, I just needed some more dick. Unc then appeared through the haze of smoke and light carrying a couple things in his hand. He dropped his supplies in a little pile, put a joint between his teeth, bent down, and picked up a length of rope with some metal rings in it. Unc placed it around my neck nice and tight, wrapped around my neck twice, and trailed a length of it down my back through one of the metal rings. The rope was scratchy, itchy, and rough and I turned around to complain and eyed Unc as he casually held the joint to his lips and squinted through the smoke, slowly wrapped a few lengths of rope around his right hand with a slow, fluid motion. When the rope was taught, he yanked it hard, pulling me right up to him. Unc then blew the smoke in my face, stinging my eyes, and said, “Now SLUT! Bend the fuck back over so I can POP that pussy and you ain’t running this time! Unc yanked the rope hard, pushed me into the corner, and drove his dick towards my dripping hole. I was overcome with need and desire and begged, “CONVERT MY SISSY CUNT, GIVE ME YOUR DICK, CONVERT ME – PLEASE!!!” Unc popped through my hole making me cry out as he told me I was a good sissy and how fucking wet my hole was. The rope around my neck made it hard to breathe, but I didn’t care and continued to beg for his load, which he soon rewarded me with. As I knelt to lick his still hard dick clean he said, “See how much better charged cum tastes? And how much better raw dick feels? You just wait, I’ve guaranteed after tonight you’ll be such a cum starved, black dick hungry whore nothing else will matter except how freaky and nasty they can get up in your hole.” Unc loosed the grip on the rope, let me stand, zipped up his pants, and led me back to the group. “LISTEN UP FELLAS!” Unc yelled as he led me between a couple guys and back into the middle of the group of men, several of whom had their dicks out, stroking, eagerly eyeing me up and down, “I PROMISED YOU A TASTE OF THIS HERE-FINE-PINK-SISSY-CUNT. FUCK THAT! I WANT YOU TO HAVE THE WHOLE FUCKING FEAST! HEAR ME! YOU ARE HERE FOR ONE REASON ONLY – USE THIS BITCH RIGHT AND CONVERT THIS SISSY AND TRAIN THAT PUSSY HOW TO TAKE BLACK DICK THE RIGHT WAY! HEAR ME!” Unc dropped the rope, smiled as he walked past me and grabbed a chair, there was a slight pause and quiet, before the whoops, cat calls, and promises to show me what a black dick was made for began. The rope was quickly snapped up and I was dragged towards the couch so quickly I fell, but they did not stop and tore up my knees on the concrete floor on the way there. I was quickly surrounded by fresh, throbbing dick all eager to be licked and sucked, but first someone stuck a fresh smoke between my lips, which I hit hard before my throat was filled. Not satisfied with just watching me suck dick, they paused long enough to make me stand before stuffing my throat again and slamming my ass. I had cum in my throat, on my face, so many loads up my ass it just kept running out and with every smoke and every dick, I just wanted it harder, deeper, and to feel their loads and hear them tell me how they were knocking me up. I loved how verbal they all were and while I should have felt ashamed, embarrassed or whatever for being used like that it was the exact opposite – I was proud, honored, and used every second to learn how to please a BBC the right way. There was no foreplay, my ass was so open they all could just slam right in from the get go and repeatedly told me how good my pussy felt. At some point someone took the rope off, I guess they realized when I was pushing back to meet every thrust I had no plans to run, and I was fucked on the couch, bent over chairs, held up my a couple guys, taken back to the corner where I was slapped around and bruised more by a couple guys who wanted a rough rape, and more. I was given various smokes, beer, and a couple times had the piss literally fucked out of me, which was the wildest sensation. I guess Curtis knew what he was doing not letting me eat as more than once as someone in the gang remarked how clean and wet my ass was – just charged nutt, pussy juice, and red streaks. It seemed like all the guys were taking a break at the same time and I was so fucking hungry for dick, I was walking through the group trying to grab dick and entice somebody – anybody – to fuck me. Unc chuckled, “Jesus, you a hungry slut ain’t you? Well you just wait. Tonight’s special will be here soon.” I didn’t know what that meant so took the joint he offered, hit it, and continued on my quest for more dick. Several minutes later as the tall guy who had first fucked me gave me another load, Unc walked up, dropped the rope at my feet and said to the tall guy, “Put this on him and finish up. He’s here.” The tall guy spurted in my ass, put the rope around my neck super tight and when I tried to adjust it slapped me hard on the side of the head before roughly dragging me back to the group. Unc handed me a new joint and said, “This one is tight shit – hit it HARD – you will need – no WANT - to be high for this.” I did as he ordered, went to hand it back but he just waved for me to keep smoking so I did, and quickly started to spin out, felt so fucking hot, my guts clenched and cum ran down my legs in torrents as Unc spoke. “LISTEN UP. THE NIGHT’S FAR FROM FUCKING OVER, BUT WE GOT OURSELVES A SPECIAL GUEST DICK IN THE HOUSE! A TRUE SUPER MOTHA FUCKING FREAK, MY COUSIN BILLY JEANS WHO IS IN FROM L.A. Y’ALL KNOW BILLY, HE GREW UP IN THESE PARTS, BUT AS SOON AS THOSE FOLKS SAW THAT HORSE DICK OF HIS – WHOOSH – HE WAS OFF AND FUCKING EVERY PUSSY IN PORN UP AND DOWN THE WEST COAST. WELL WHEN I TOLD BILLY WHAT WAS UP TONIGHT, HE WANTED IN, AND I MEAN DEEP IN!!” Everyone was laughing, whooping, and I was confused. That new smoke was fucking me up bad and I was in a haze as Unc guided me over to the couch, which had now been pushed into the corner, the cushions piled up over the end of the arm. Unc had me bend over the end of the couch, slapped my ass several times real hard, then stepped away as the chorus of cheers and whooping grew louder. I still didn’t understand and swiveled my head around as the gang of men all got closer around the couch as a huge shadow started to loom out of the smoky haze. This fucker of a man was a monster and I thought Curtis and Harold were giants – this dude made them look like twinks! A sharp pain blistered my back as the new fucker – Billy the porn star – striped my back and ass with his belt. I covered my head, whimpered and pleaded, the belt jangled to the floor as Billy got close. The crowd of bangers stood silent, Billy grabbed a handful of my flesh and ass in each hand and literally lifted me in the air off the couch, digging his nails deep into my tissue. I yelped, he dropped me like a stone, and I gasped as the wind was knocked out of me on the couch arm. Billy dug into my flesh again, pulled me back, and I felt the blunt head of his elephant dick press against my wet hole. I begged for him to stop, but the cheers of the crowd drowned out my voice, and the searing, blistering pain of him pushing inside me told me he had not heard, or did not care. I screamed as loud as I could as Billy’s mammoth dick raped me raw. All the other dicks were like nothing compared to him and even through the drugs, my mind could not fucking handle what was happening and after several terrifying moments, I passed out. When I came too, it was to the sound of voices hollering, loud bangs, people swearing and hollering. I was on the couch and the guy fucking me had one leg up on the couch and the other on the floor and kept telling me to shush, don’t worry, just some crazy fucka gone off as he used my shredded hole. Every thrust felt like nails. I wanted – no needed for it to stop and tried pushing him off, but he just slapped me hard and I was out again. The next thing I remember was AJ standing over me, dabbing at my face with a wet cloth. “Fuck boy! You was gone! Out! Like fucking bus to no wheres!” he said. I had no idea what he meant and moaned as I rolled over and saw Curtis standing in the middle of the floor, Walgreens bag in his hand as he stood over a slumped body. My entire being was on fire as I stumbled towards him and in the light of the porn vid on the theater screen saw that it was Harold! I knelt beside Harold’s still body, stroked his face, which was cut, bloody, swollen. Curtis hauled off and slapped me upside the head, ‘THIS IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT! HE TRIED TO GET THOSE BOYS OFF YOU AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!” Curtis grabbed my arm, dragged me back to the couch, unbuttoned his pants and let me see his already hard dick. “BEND THE FUCK OVER!” he yelled as he slapped me again. Curtis’ dick was like nothing after the gangbang and I even chuckled out loud at how tiny he felt. That just pissed him off and so he kept slapping me as he fucked me and added his nutt to every other perverted fuck in town. “THAT’S IT RUN. RUN CUNT. SHOW WHAT A WORTHLESS SISSY YOU ARE,” Curtis yelled as he lanced my hole with his dick and I wondered, doesn’t he have any other lines? When Curtis was done, he yanked his dick out, pulled up his pants, and he and AJ dragged Harold into our room, with me stumbling behind. They dropped Harold onto the bed, along with the bag from Walgreens that contained alcohol, cotton squares, ace bandages, bandaids, and more. Curtis looked at me, shook his head and said, “That shit was for you. But hell – clean both yourselves up,” and quickly left. AJ hesitated, like he wanted to fuck, but Curtis yelled and AJ ran like a pathetic puppy after him. The door to the bathroom was unlocked, so I wet a towel in the sink and began to attend to Harold’s wounds. Fuck. He was beat up bad. It was like the whole fucking gang had taken a turn on him all at the same time, which must have been the only way this could have happened as Harold looked like he could handle himself in a fight. Harold moaned a little as I worked to get his now shredded overalls off him and then sighed as I rolled him over, his body flinching every time I dabbed alcohol on the cuts and wounds on his back. When I felt I had done all I could, I drank some water, searched for some food even though I would not find any, and laid down beside Harold as he continued to moan in pain. I don’t know how many hours later that it was or even what fucking day, but when I awoke, Harold was laying on his side, looking at me, his face swollen, looking as bad as I felt. His left hand was on my stomach, burning hot, and he frowned, “I’m sorry I could not get there sooner beautiful, I tried, I tried,” and he closed his eyes. Fuck, what did he feel guilty about? I rolled onto my side to face him, scooted over as close to his body as I could, kissed him, and said, “Oh Daddy, I missed you and none of this was your fault! It was Unc, him and his fucking gang…but…I….I’m a sissy cunt and that is what I was made for.” Harold sighed, stroked my head, caressed my body, making goose bumps pop up all over me even in the heat and humidity. “MMHHHH…” Harold mumbled, “Remember on the roof I said you got my babies now you sissy cunt. And I think that pussy is ready for the next step?” I nodded, and with both of us moaning in pain, Harold rolled me onto my back, spit on the head of his dick, eased into my ripped up ass, and then – after a long pause – filled my guts with his piss. I felt so bloated, full, and nasty, and Harold just smiled as he dribbled the last drops of his toxic piss in my ass and then begun to long stroke my hole as my guts made a sloshing sound that filled the whole room. Harold’s body spasmed as he bred me, his cum mixing with his piss while his mouth covered mine in spit. When he was done and he began to pull out, I clenched my ass as tight as I could, but still some of his piss ran out. Harold laughed, laid back, sighed, then climbed over me and opened the small refrigerator. He pulled out the box with his diamond stud earrings and the small tray of ice cubes. He set those down, dug around in a pile of crap on the lower shelf, pulled out a needle and thread, tossed the thread to side, held the needle down by his dick slit, and dribble some piss onto it. Harold rolled me onto my stomach and placed a big hand over my mouth. He then took an ice cube and held it to my left ear as he held my head on its side. After about a minute Harold dropped the ice cube in front of my face and said, “Take a deep breath beautiful. Just focus on my dick in that sweet ass, feel me swelling inside you, fuck this is hot, marking you, and let it out on 3. One, two, ...” “OH SHIT!” I screamed into his hand. Harold had pierced my ear, he then pulled out one of his diamond studs, dipped it in some of the alcohol that Curtis had brought, and secured it in place in my left ear. He repeated the process on the right side and I was soon wearing both of Harold’s diamond stud earrings. I was so fucking turned on I yelled, “LET ME PLEASE YOU DADDY, FUCK MY CUNT, FUCK IT WIDE OPEN, GIMME THAT NUTT!!!” Harold pummeled my hole, our bodies in pain, yet the bliss of being together took that all away. After Harold creampied my shredded ass again, I rolled onto my back, smiled, and said, “Thanks T2,” which made him laugh. That was the nickname he preferred, like Mr. T the Second or T2, but most folks didn’t get it – I sure didn’t when I met him – which is why he let me call him Harold. He hugged me tight, his grimey and bruised body melding to mine, as he smirked and said, “You know cum makes the best lube?” I laughed, my body aching, “Yeah, I wonder where I heard that?” Harold kissed me now long and hard now as he positioned me on my back to fuck my hole in deep, long strokes. I could tell he had not brushed his teeth in days, and the funk of liquor, cigarettes, pot, and more was overwhelming, but I opened my mouth and sucked it all in. As Harold fucked me, I stroked the angel wing tattoos that ran up each side of his neck. They fluttered with every thrust, and I remembered all he had done to try to protect me from Unc and his gang and pulled Harold deeper in my ass. Harold and I stayed in our room for several days to recover from our respective beat downs. I did not sleep well and kept having nightmares about the gang, and imagining that they had used a baseball bat on my ass, and more. Harold was really angry when he had explored my body and saw the burns, the swollen eye, the belt buckle cuts, all the bruises, but I always managed to sooth his mind by riding his dick – or so I thought. Curtis came and got me every day to give me my shots of drugs and his blood, and to fuck me, usually bent over his desk, but he didn’t have me do anything crazy. Sounds sort of silly now that it seemed normal at that point, and while Harold let me go, he tensed every time Curtis came around One day after we had both fairly recovered, Harold was leaning against the concrete block wall on the dirty bed, the filthy sheets tangled in a heap at the end where we had kicked them last night when he had fucked me before he went to sleep. The room was stale with cum and piss and ass. Harold used me as his urinal too and I pissed for both of us. Curtis kept me loaded with his cum too, as well as fresh smokes, so I continued to please him by being drunk, high, or full of dick at all times. I had Harold’s balls in my mouth and was rolling them back and forth when Curtis came in, looking angry. I let one slip out of my mouth, which stuck to his thigh as I angled my head a little to see Curtis looming over us, while Harold kept his hand on the back of my head. “If I found out you had any fucking thing to do with this – you won’t be needing those balls anymore. Now let the sissy up, he’s got work to do,” Curtis spat. My mind quickly tried to figure out what Curtis was talking about, but then he continued when Harold did not reply, “What? You’re gonna fucking sit there and tell me you had nothing to do with Unc and three of his boys being fucked up? They will likely never walk again!” Curtis was now screaming. “Someone – took a fucking bat to their legs and arms and literally pulverized every fucking bone and then burned down his God damn trailer!” I stopped sucking Harold’s ball, and wondered if he could have hurt those guys like that and while I wasn’t afraid for myself, I looked up at Harold who just smirked at Curtis and said, “Naw, don’t know nothing bout that, and as you see, I’m busy right now, how about you come back later?” Curtis was shocked, his body tensed like he was ready to fight, but he huffed, stormed out and slammed the door. Harold patted my head as I opened my mouth to ask the obvious question, he then put one hand over my mouth, shook his head, smiled, and said “Alright beautiful. My balls are full. My dick is aching, and I know that pussy is wet. Wag that hole for me.” I took Harold’s right hand held it up, to my face and eyed the fresh, bloody cuts and marks on his knuckles. I saw the swelling and black and blue and said nothing. I kissed his hand gently, set it down on the mattress, straddled his raging black dick, and sank down on him. “MY NAME IS SISSY CUNT DADDY – FUCK ME!!!!” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 8: Pa and Brett Return **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**2 points
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Been studying for my upcoming Slut exams. I'm at the bathhouse, where I've been for the past 24 hours and I've reached new levels of sluttish behavior, even for me. I've been totally monopolising the dark area sling, with my leather harness,nasty pig jock and blindfold. Apparently booty bumps take me from 0 to Slut instantly. I just took 2 massive loads in less than 20 minutes and then I experienced the thickest cock of my life. It was attached to a giant looking man, possibly related to Hagrid from Harry Potter. I stayed on that thing like a cowboy on a bucking bronco, despite the utter destruction of my ass. Too bad he lacked the finesse and skill to give me time to adapt which would have resulted in a much longer ride. However, suffice it to say, the fact that I am writing this down now, mere moments after my universe was expanded, says it all. I guess a Hummer can fit in a small single garage after all. OK, back to my studying now. Too bad I didn't study this hard years ago at non-slut school. Been studying for my upcoming Slut exams. I'm at the bathhouse, where I've been for the past 24 hours and I've reached new levels of sluttish behavior, even for me. I've been totally monopolising the dark area sling, with my leather harness,nasty pig jock and blindfold. Apparently booty bumps take me from 0 to Slut instantly. I just took 2 massive loads in less than 20 minutes and then I experienced the thickest cock of my life. It was attached to a giant looking man, possibly related to Hagrid from Harry Potter. I stayed on that thing like a cowboy on a bucking bronco, despite the utter destruction of my ass. Too bad he lacked the finesse and skill to give me time to adapt which would have resulted in a much longer ride. However, suffice it to say, the fact that I am writing this down now, mere moments after my universe was expanded, says it all. I guess a Hummer can fit in a small single garage after all. OK, back to my studying now. Too bad I didn't study this hard years ago at non-slut school.2 points
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Friday night I was really horny, so I texted a regular fuck bud of mine, a youngish black guy with a great cock, who lived on the north side of Houston . I arrived at his place and before, his long fat nine inch cock was buried balls deep in my cunt. This guy always throws me a good fuck. He's slightly dominant, putting me into different positions so he can really work and open my hole before shoving his BBC deep, and filling me with his big nutt. I always leave satisfied...and horny for more. As soon as we were done, I headed over to check out a nearby video store, which is tucked into a nearly abandoned strip center behind a bar that recently closed. Unfortunately, when the bar went so did a lot of the traffic at the ABS, so the last few times I've stopped at the ABS, it has been dead. This time I was pleasantly surprised to see a number of cars in the parking lot. Figuring my chances were good, I paid the fee and went in the back. It's basically a big room, open in the center with the booths on opposite walls. As I made my first pass through, a black dude practically jumped out of his booth to get my attention. However, I played it coy, and walked to the opposite end and back before leaning against the wall a couple feet from his booth. He motioned me over so I joined him. His nice fat, eight and a half inch cock was poking through the zipper of his shorts and pretty soon I was devouring it. He undid his pants and dropped them to the floor, so I followed his example, undid mine, and went back to sucking his cock. Before long, he reached toward my ass. 'JACKPOT', I thought as I kept at his dick. Sure enough, he motioned that he wanted to fuck, so I stood up, he angled behind me, bent me forward, and slid that fat BBC up my cum-slicked hole. Considering we were in a rather cramped booth, he threw a surprisingly good fuck. After a while, though, I couldn't stay in the standing position anymore, so we ended up with me on my knees on the floor and him drilling me semi-doggy style until he whispered "I'm cumming" and shoved in one last time and busted. After a few seconds he pulled out, so I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned him off. I hung around there a little longer hoping one of the other guys wanted to play, but no one bit, so I left to sit in my car for a while, flipping between a4a, bbrts, grindr and scruff looking for some more nutt. Surprisingly, I found a black top on bbrts. He was staying in a motel a few miles away so I headed that direction. His cock wasn't as nice as the first two, but hey a black cock is a black cock. Pretty soon he was buried balls deep and before long he added his seed to my well-fucked cumhole. By this time it was 2:00 AM, so I headed home, completely satisfied.2 points
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I've sucked my half brother off and it was hot. We had company spending the night and we had to sleep in the living room. We were talking about sex and shit. Before I knew it I asked him if I could suck his cock he pulled down his pants and will that was the first of many blow jobs I gave him2 points
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Usually keep the lpads in me overnight. Love going to sleep knowing that I have someone's seed in me.2 points
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Just for today, just for the holiday: It's not hard, he thinks, seducing these neg only safe-sex only clean cut types. Just lie to them. Tell them what they want to hear, say, "Yes, I'm clean and disease free" (Technically HIV is not a disease, it's a virus). Smile in your pictures a little mysteriously and nod at all the right moments, "Yes, I always practice safe-sex" (What does that mean anyway...like if we don't end up knifed to death...that's safe sex right...?). Start in quick but subtle with the ever tried and true, "So what kind of porn do you like? I love XXX and ZZZ" (bareback only studios that are poz-friendly). "Yeah, they're awesome..." "Yeah, bareback is the best." "Yeah..." They're mine...all the time. It's so easy to invite them over and have them look and stare and think, "He's so nice," and smile broad and say, "Come inside, the bedroom is this way," Leading them easily over and over again, into the bedroom, "Make yourself comfortable and take off your clothes." Casually do the same, and look at the monitors playing porn then say, "So what kind of guys do you like." Do the my type and your type game for a bit and then just nod slightly and kick back in bed and led the clumsy foreplay begin. Let them trip over themselves over and over again as they try to impress you and just keep glancing back and forth to the screens of porn and then chuckle aloud and say, "I've got something for you to try." Reach to the side of your bed and pull out that glass pipe and a micro torch and smile as you heat the pipe just so and then hit it just right, watch their eyes grow big and they never say anything contrary. Exhale a perfect white cloud of that fucking fantastic smoke and then pass them the pipe and say, "Here, hold it in your mouth like this," as you position the pipe in their mouth, and finally say, "I'll light it for you, just inhale when I say so." They barely nod but you can sense their excitement bleeding into the air. Heat the pipe again and then when that white smoke starts to rise to the top, say, "Hit it." Always "hit it" because that sets them up to fall so far down they won't ever hit the ground. And then ya just let the white smoke do its magic. Pretty soon Mr. I'm Safe Sex Only guy is on his back with his eyes dilated with fuck-lust saying, "Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!" And it's hot because he's so straight-arrow clean-cut nicely dressed jock guy...with an ass so wet you can stick your raw cock in it at any moment. So you do while you hit the pipe and let him watch you in awe as you take the hit and slide into him and fuck him hit after hit. You fuck him doggy and sitting so that he can take some hits as well...you are after all, generous to a fault. It's so natural to just ask him, "You want me to knock you up? You want me to poz you?" It's so natural for him to say, "Yes. Breed me. Please breed me." So you do, and you smile as his pupils dilate and he smiles feeling your toxic seed spraying inside him and you both gasp and then you smile when he reaches for the pipe and asks you to help light the pipe. "Of course," you say. What else would an incubus do?1 point
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I grew up in ST Louis but now live in burbs of KC. I became poz about 30 years ago and I became the sober good safe sex guy but after my lover died and then all my poz friends had gone back to barebacking when the new HIV meds came out. Although I have relatively good looks, negative guys would turn me down because I was poz and poz guys just wanted me to give up being sober and bareback anyone anytime. I was confused and horny. My friends in AA said you will met the right guy but it wasn’t happening. I started going to sites like BBRT and Breeding Zone. I finally broke down one night and went back to the baths. It was great to fuck without rubber to feel my cum go down a guy’s ass and to take loads too but now guys were offering me serious drugs. Pot made me goofy but I always fantasized about doing Meth. All the stories in Breeding Zone made it sound incredible but there were also the risks. I finally decided I didn’t care and I hooked up with a guy who was having supplied delivered to house. He wanted to help him slam and I agreed if I could smoke some Tina. He got out the glass cock pipe put a few shards in and lit the torch took a hit and showed me how to do it. Soon I was shotgunning with him and was incredibly horny. I tried to slam him but his veins were bad so his supplier came in and slammed us both. He started to give me the same amount as my new found Tina friend but I told him this was my first time. He slammed with a much smaller dose and then the supplier slammed himself and gave us some extra Tina if we would fuck together. My partner and I agreed and we were up from 7 at night until 4 in the afternoon fucking and fisting. We had Gatorade and lots of water and took some vitamins earlier. I felt tired and had a bit of a headache but I am kicking in big time for the stash next week. I don’t know where this road will go but I am enjoying the ride. I cannot pretend to think I will be a normal user but who knows? http://www.asspig.com/home1 point
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We live in an awesome time! Grindr is like the best invention ever. The following story is 100% true. The names are changed for good reason. It was a Friday night and I had been stood up by the guy with whom I had been talking to for a few weeks. However, as I'm the kind of guy who has more than one plan, I pulled-out my phone and texted John, another guy with whom I had been talking to on and off, but with whom I had never met. As it turned-out, John had also been stood up for a date, and while that's a sad tale, it worked out for me! So John and I made plans to meet up. I went to the bathroom and made all necessary preparations for an evening that I wasn't even sure would happen. I told John ahead of time we'd see, but that I wouldn't just fuck him for the sake of fucking (that was a lie). It was a warm night, and we decided to go to the drive in, they were playing a triple feature. It would be a long night, plenty of time to hang out, talk, get to know one another. Then we would see where it went. So, we get there, movie number one comes on. We talk a bit, get the standard talk out of the way. Where ya from, what do you do for work, hobbies, etc etc blah blah. I turned and looked at him dead in the eye and asked "Did you bring any lube tonight?" "Yeah, but I thought we weren't gonna fool around. I thought we were gonna just talk." I chuckled and replied "Yeah, we did that: you work for (x) you like (x) etc etc blah blah. Now I want my hole stuffed full of dick. You wanna fuck?" "Fuck yeah" was his simple reply, "but I don't have any condoms." "Did I ask if you brought condoms? I need your cum balls deep in my ass, as many times as you can shoot over the next three movies." I then slid his basketball shorts down around his ankles and took his semi into my mouth, sucking him to a full erection. (Side note: car sex us hot, but confining.) When he was at full stature, I looked up at him, let his cock slap out of my mouth and onto his chest with a solid thwap as I undid my belt and slid my pants off. Guiding his face to my dick, he sucked me, fingering my hole at the same time. I had to try to be quiet as the drive-in was somewhat crowded and the car windows were down. We were in the backseat, radio on, and lights off. As John worked his fingers into my hungry ass I started bucking up into his mouth with my hard cock. He pulled out of me, and off of me and I game him a WTF? look. He grabbed the lube, slathered-up his cock and my hole and asked "Are you ready?" I looked him dead in the eyes and replied "Fuck me," and boy, did he. He started off slow, sliding just the tip inside, he leaned in and kissed me. While we were kissing he rammed the rest of his cock home smacking my prostate and making my dick jump. We got into a steady rhythm, hard fast slow steady. His raw dick see sawing in and out of my tight hole in a few different positions (again: car sex has limitations). After about ten minutes he looked me in the eye and said "Fuck man, your ass is tight. It feels awesome on my dick! I'm getting close, where...." I cut off his question replying "Balls deep, man, breed me!" With that John grunted and shot rope after rope of his seed inside of my tight hole causing me to blow my cum all over the interior of the car. He stayed inside me until he went soft and slipped-out. We then watched the end of the first movie. If there is demand there will be part 2 and 31 point
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made another discovery. am wearing the cage today while i do some work on my house. it drew the attention of a neighbor because when i walk the lock makes a clicking sound as it bumps up and down against the cock cage, peoples eyes seem to naturally go to looking at my crotch lol1 point
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Previously… Andrew pulled out a small diary and said to Harry “Which of the following days are you free next week?” Myself and JP giggled as Harry looked over the diary, and said, pencil me in for “Thursday afternoon”. Andrew looked over at us too – “boys, you’re welcome to join in if you’re free?” “maybe-e-e-e” I managed to giggle out as JP started nibbling my earlobe. Harry grabbed Andrew by his shirt collar and kissed him full on the mouth and then said, “alrighty boys, have fun, Stuart I’ll call you tomorrow” and with that left. After he left, my body quickly let me know I couldn’t hold in JP’s pee any more, Andrew and I swapped seats. I hadn’t been expecting to douche twice in one night, but fuck it. As we all showered and dried off, Andrew said to me, “I didn’t expect you to get that into roleplaying with JP Stuart? You seemed to just go for it!” I just turned to them and said “and what’s it matter to you, ya wee Taig cunt?” and left the bathroom. Right so… Andrew caught up with me in the hallway with JP. The two of them looked a bit shocked. “How’d you know we called each-other that? “Well lads, it was hardly rocket science. Andrew- you’ve been asking me to do your Northern Irish police-IRA fantasy with you for ages, and now you’ve got someone else from the North… Andrew and JP seemed to relax with that answer. JP turned to Andrew and whispered “you’ll always be my Fenian terrorist bastard!” Andrew laughed and replied “and you’ll always be my proddy Queen-loving scum”, and leaned in to passionately kiss JP there in the hall, so I went in for the kill… “…also the fact that I saw it all recorded on Pedro’s phone a few hours ago, helps too” Andrew and JP jolted apart with that bit of info. “Jesus H Christ”, JP blurted out, “I knew he didn’t fuckin delete it!” “What do you mean lads? You didn’t know you were being recorded?” “No Stuart, we knew that, but Pedro promised us he’d delete it.” “Well if it’s any consolation I wasn’t meant to see it. He’d just taken a recording of him fucking me and wanted to show it to me, and my fingers slipped while he was pounding me. I ended up opening this whole library of homemade porn on his phone” Andrew turned back to JP. “JP, we’re gonna have to get that phone, if anyone sees that back home, I’m royally fucked”. I turned back to them, “Lads, I think I have a plan.” Back in the kitchen Pedro, Finn and Mac were tag-teaming Richard against the counter. On the other counter was the drugs tray and Pedro’s phone by the sink. A pumping bassline could be heard from the living-room – someone finally sorted the music out – it sounded like a club-remix but was still fairly pop-adjacent – there was Robyn’s None of Dem, a remix of Britney’s Gimme More – stuff like that. At least Harry wasn’t around to complain. To be honest, as I tapped Pedro on the back and he stepped aside to give me a whack at Richard’s very lubey ass, I had kinda gotten into the music. It was lyrics-lite but at the same time had a decent bass and rhythm for fucking. Richard’s ass felt like warm butter, there was a lot of lube (and was that cum?) already dripping onto my cock and pubes. He noticed the change of partner and turned back to pull me into him. As we made eye contact, he smiled and grabbed my hips with his hands and pulled me fully into him. “Get in there!” he uttered and his over-the-shoulder dilated-drunk gaze said it all, he needed me to fuck him till he was raw. Refreshed from JP’s MDMA piss, I pulled out to tip, slapped his ass with a cupped hand (I’ve done African drumming in the past, so I know how to really fucking slap an ass – get a drummer friend to slap you like a Djembe and you’ll know what I’m on about) and slammed my cock back into him. Richard’s eyes rolled. “Fucking nice!” he said. I laughed and continued to pull almost out, and slam back in. While this was going on I saw Pedro preparing up some lines and chopping straws for JP and Andrew. The boys were on their knees and had to take a break from sucking Finn and Mac’s cocks to snort some of the coke or MDMA – it looked the same to me. Pedro confirmed it was the last of the MDMA I’d paid for (with fuckin’ bruises on my arse – thank you Don!) and that they’d been waiting for us to come back to use it. As he handed me the tray and the straw, he asked me if I wanted another couple of my pills – ah I still had about a days’ supply of pills – life was fuckin good! I said I’d wait a little and snorted two lines of MDMA off the tray I’d balanced on Richard’s back (who was kind enough to stay still). Pedro showed me where he’d put my pills in the kitchen, and said he’d brought all the stuff from the living room cause he’d got a bit paranoid about glass shards in the living room. As he handed the tray to Richard, he asked me if I could feel the MDMA kicking in yet? As if on cue, Robyn’s lyrics cut in from the living room singing “none of these drugs get me high”. In complete opposite, I started to feel the MDMA activate in my bloodstream, I could hear my heartbeat increase and closed my eyes as they began to throb to the rhythm of my heart. Pedro’s voice faded to the background as the MDMA high rushed through my system. It’s always been a mixed bag with me and MDMA – either it comes on strong as fuck or barely anything happens – and it’s not because of a bad cut – I’ve had friends get fucked up on it while I’m sitting there twiddling my thumbs. However this stuff was electric, and I could feel it spreading through every capillary of my body, strengthening with every lub and dub of my hearbeat. Quickly that’s what I was all about – rhythm. I fell in against Richard’s sweat-covered back (luckily he’d just done his lines and passed the tray back to Pedro), and pushing down on his shoulders, the MDMA high made me focussed so all my thoughts were about the best position and I had the energy to sustain a high-powered fuck. Reaching my right hand to Richard’s hips I pushed his hips down as we both pushed our feet out to the side. Satisfied with the level he was at, it might have been a bit awkward for him to hold, but Richard was a trooper, I pulled my hands back to his hips and started to rabbit-fuck that poor hole. Pedro looked on, eyes black and sneering lips, as he gurned and jacked himself looking at me take Richard’s ass for a proper spin. Getting down on his back, he slid himself under our pounding slapping smacking bodies and slid under us, opening his mouth for all the cum and lube and sweat that was dripping from our fucking. I was fucking Richard like I wanted to push my pelvis through to occupy the same point in space and time as his. Laws of Relativity be damned, I wanted to break physics for this fuck. I tightened my grip on his sweat-drenched hips and sped up. I twisted and flowed with the rhythm as I visualised my fuck as an x-ray. Those blue angels must have been laced with LSD, with the shite I was seeing. I kept seeing these blue-white images of two x-rayed pelvises clashing together in different conformations, as the tempo steadily increased. I pounded Richard ferociously. I could hear him at a distance repetitively going “Ah ah ah ah…” His grunts came in rapid succession as I slam-fucked his ass. I cupped my hand and slapped his cheeks too for extra accompaniment. Our pelvises met like clapping hands. I was making a thumping fuck-music, with my drummer’s slaps, Pedro’s cries egging me on, and Richard’s ragged gasps all serving as a counterpoint. The rest of the world around me went quiet – all there was, was this beat. I was a perfectly oiled fucking machine pushing in and out of this beautiful fuck-hole. My vision was blinkered so that I was in a perfect night-black sea of fucking, the only bright image being Richard’s slapped-raw-red ass. I don’t know how long this went on, but eventually I felt a hand at my crotch slowing me down, and two hands hooked around my waist pulling me off of him. I had to blink a few times to take in the painful lights and the terrible feeling of there not being a piece of ass on my still thrusting cock. “Stuart” I heard someone distant say. “Chico!” That was Pedro. Mac and Pedro had pulled me off Richard after Richard had begged me for the third time to stop pounding him. He was wobbly in getting to his feet across from me. He looked over at me with a mix of hurt and gratitude. I saw cum still dripping from his cock. After they propped me up against the kitchen counter, Pedro waved Mac back to the bedroom where the others had gone to fuck. Pedro looked at Richard and then at me. “You guys ok?” “Yeah”, Richard croaked, “you go on”. “Yeah” I mumbled, still a bit disconnected. Pedro got up and left us in the kitchen. I looked at Richard and started to apologise, but he cut me off. “Stuart, say nothing” he interrupted me. “That was some fuck! I can count on my hand the amount of times I’ve come while on E. So, no fucking apologies. The guys were able to make sure you didn’t get too out of hand.” He grimaced as he rubbed his glowing-red ass. I could see distinct handprints at the edges of the redness – which I guess meant all the rest of the red was overlaid slap-marks – fuck – I slapped the shit out of him! He saw me staring and getting a bit pale with my realisation of how brutal I’d been. “Stuart, I’m fine. Honestly. I’m actually a bit chuffed. I haven’t had a fuck like that in years. I must have cum buckets into Pedro’s mouth. Richard poured me a glass of water from the tap. “Here”, he indicated. I took the glass from him and sipped. My mind was still starting to unwind from the fast paced fucking-mode I’d been in. All my senses, all those that were unnecessary to fucking, were waking up again and confusing me. Richard sat beside me for a while and after a little while he was successful in talking me out of my twitchy-paranoid high state to a more relaxed one. When he was sure I was calming down a little, he kissed me on the forehead and said he was off to check out the computer and would be in the guest bedroom shortly. Richard left the door ajar and then I was alone in the kitchen. After a while of staring at the opposite counter (it could have been ten minutes or an hour – time is a bit loose on E) I remembered there was something I was meant to do. I didn’t know what but I knew it was on the opposite counter by the sink. I got up, kinda shakily, and made my way to the area by the sink. I saw Pedro’s phone and pressed the menu button. It lit up. It wasn’t locked. Suddenly I remembered what I had planned with JP and Andrew – it all came tumbling back. I looked over at the living room door and fully closed it. Turning my attention back to the phone, I started going through the gallery. Then opening the video files I looked for mine and saw there was a more recent one. It was of me and Richard. Pedro had taken a video of us a little while after I started. I saw how high I looked as I started to drag Richard into a good fuck position and then start pounding him mechanically. Thank fuck Richard was high too, cause I think if he hadn’t he would have run for the hills – I was insatiable! I was punishing his poor hole with my pace and power. I was thinking, “how did I not notice Pedro having a phone the whole time?” and that’s when I noticed Pedro in the shot, sliding in under the two of us, which meant someone else was shooting – probably Mac, I thought. As I clicked through the video, I then saw the option to send them via email and thought first of Pedro’s phonebill, but then thought “fuck it, he wasn’t thinking of my privacy” and sent the ones containing me and Andrew and JP to my email before deleting them. As I went back through the other files I saw one titled titled “Don/Joao/Emmett” – and my thinking at the time was that maybe I could use this to curry favour with Don if Pedro got pissed off that I deleted his porn stash. I’m still not sure exactly what motivated me to send it, but it went with the others to my email account and was deleted. Then I deleted the sent emails and set the phone back on the counter. Seeing Finn’s tracksuit pants piled in the corner of the counter I picked them up and put the phone under them. I hoped Pedro would be too high to remember his phone for the next while and by the time he did, we’d all be finished. I heard the hall door open and looked over to see Finn and Mac come in. Finn laughed when he saw me and clapped his hands, saying “well done Stuart, you sure fucked the hell out of Richard!” Mac reached over to sink and picked up the drugs tray. They turned to go back to the bedroom. Mac turned his head back to me, “you coming?” I started to reply when I heard the doorbell. I replied, “I’ll be in just after I get that” and grabbed a towel from the floor.1 point
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Dude, just be yourself. Watch for non-verbal clues and def look for eye contact. Going commando never hurts. Usually guys grope themselves in a subtle way to indicate interest. If you approach a guy, do it slowly. I prefer not to grab but find a way to graze his crotch or chest with the back of my hand first. The first few seconds are all about negotiating who is taking charge. Don't be afraid of trial and error. And remember NOT to take rejection personally. Hope that helps.1 point
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Used to be an avid follower of COBRA and was watching most of them already by like Summer 2004 & yes in terms of Twink Porn that was the first major studio and It had an illegal Brent Corrigan sign on forging his date of birth as 18 when he was 16–there were a few mini-scandals like it eventually causing COBRA to shut down for good incl. several sources I heard & read about (don't 100% know tho so don't quote any o' this!) but w/out any doubt many on here would! Either the producer or owner/director guy who started COBRA Video was in meetings for Brent Corrigans' doubles partner for his next scene with them & this hot (but Messy) guy who I guess was Kinda a wildcard meet w/him to interview but was told he wouldn't be COVRA vids next top opposite Brent & it got quite heated/nasty bc the owner didn't like the punk who either then/there... shortly thereafter basically killed the guy and was obviously arrested within a short time of interviewing ppl and that was very much a beginning of a faster ending for The Studio. Brent Corrigsn who obviously would likely never Toronto hear about it again (he was purportedly put thru the ringer before being set free to go) free of any wrongdoing or of accomplice status due it large part to a very skillful legal team. then came a mad rush to get his early vid off the shelf b/c it came out he was only 16-ish years old in his first film appearance bs -8 he claimed; forging docs. And in almost every single film (think he's in at least four or five) they're almost all bb. This media only helped to increase the allure and the studi being defunct the copies became harder for a while to get hold of while they were amidst this tragedy snd all told I think they shot one condom vid and 2-3 mix tapes w/some raw some wrap scenes but the big-sellers and hence The bread and era un buTTer are these raunchy nasTy young ppigz pullin' it ouT: droppin' in! I played around w/my NY BF who I'd rented the one Cobra guy with known as littlefag way back when on The pseudo escort site bareback.com website and when I offered him coke he said "No thanks. Tina's my b***h!" and pulled out l'il Baggie of white chunks: each time BF went to the bathroom to pee )which was every 15-mins) I slid my raw cock in his hole raw and he loved it. I asked over the course of the next few hours about some of the other boys and let's just say they've pretty much all dumped in all of each others' holes director producer bf's visiting set; blnewbied "auditioning" like as much as you would hope or expect them to. And from the sound of it pretty much most of those boys are poz bc they constantly pnp on and off-camera and double as most porn actors do as escorts w/anyone and anywhere anyhow if the number is right. and they probably have some phenomenal freak technique by now bc we are talking back when they were like 20. 21. 22 & they were rockin' out/in with their raw cock deep n drippin' back then so they'd be early 30s and probably looking pretty prime by now and I am sure still very big brother Sexx-z!! These vids are some of my favourite and will always hold a place in my hung hose and hungry hole. Love The really slutty hung ginch in BreedBoys or BareBoys (It's vid cover of Brent's PROBABLY barely 20-yo HOle The screen w/this ginch punk who catches the soon-to-be-bred bottom's jizz load that he jerks off while straddling him & teasing his hole with his rock hard raw cock he slathers the jizz back ON/up guys HOle & massages and hand balms it all up and inside the bottom's raw asshole jokingly he says "I ain't finished with you yet!" And then jumps up bends him over the chaise lounge and w/out any lube or spit or even warning just glides in his altura ON-cam BF's pretty 19yo wHOribly wHOrny HOle. And as this redneck prettyboy son is horsefucking that hit so hungry I'D Serafín pellets of cum out his HOle s perfectly College freshman cum catching butthole and actually keeps pulling out when he is close and jerks his cock and then dips it when immediately pulls out and does the motion in the head until he starts to seed and only the first part of his first squirt is show bc he bullseye horse dumps that sweet oh so just legal slutcunt and I do mean horse stallion stud breeds it full drop! Fantastic+often huge hung (young) whores1 point
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I had to make a business trip to central Texas Saturday, so decided that instead of returning to Houston, is drive up I35 to Dallas for the night instead. Got a cheap motel online north of downtown and posted a couple ads on craigslist, with variations on the theme: "Blindfolded cumdump ass up for nutt (Addison/Dallas) Looking for quick pump n dump top to load my faggot ass with nutt Prefer black & Latino tops. RAW ONLY Send pic text or email" First guy was white, but had a nice fat dick, about 7.5" or so. Started sucking him and he wanted to suck me a little. But pretty soon he was ready to fuck. His raw cock felt so good slipping into my hole. Gave me a good hard fuck, climbing up on the bed and pistoning that dick into my hole before bring itdeep and unloading. Load number 2 came from a 21 year old mixed top. He slid into my well lubed hole and pounded away, making softly as he fucked me for about 5 minutes before plunging deep and unloading with a sigh. It got quiet after that and I ended up falling asleep. Sunday morning, before checkout, I hooked up with a guy off BBRTS that lived close to my hotel. He came, slid his raw dick into my hole and fairly quickly added another load to my ass. Definitely worth the trip!1 point
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Note: Here is part 12.... note that this is the second "chapter" posted today so scroll up and read the short interlude "Plans Over Coffee" (AKA: Part 11) above if you missed it. Not essential but helps set the scene for the below. Just two more chapters are this one. And away we go! Part 12: Surrender Michael: Michael wrapped his towel around his waist and strolled out into the bathhouse. Seb was waiting for him somewhere in the building. He wished they were back in his hotel room. But Seb had wanted this so they were here. He was so tired. He hadn’t slept well yet again last night. His dreams were… strange. The idea of getting fucked had never appealed to him. Never. So why was he dreaming about it now? The bathhouse was busy but no one really looked at him. He was almost used to it now. He wandered among the cubicles. No sign of Seb. The dark room? Nothing. Had the other man not yet arrived? The next room was fairly large with an open area taking up must of the space. Along the edges a raised platform, just a couple steps up… just high enough for a guy to stand there and have his cock be more or less mouth height for someone on the main floor. The wood railing allowed the guy getting his dick sucked to stand without falling on top of the poor cocksucker. Seb stood in the middle of the main floor. Michael paused for a moment — as if unsure whether to join the cocksuckers or move onto the platform around the edges of the room. He cursed himself. What was he thinking? He was a top. He didn’t suck cock. What happened with David was just a fluke. He made eye contact with Seb then stepped onto the platform and walked around to stand over him. Michael was already hard. Seb looked up at him with a smile. Then his hand was on Michael’s thigh and sliding up under his towel. The hand on his thigh pulled him tight against the railing. Seb’s lips teased his cock through the towel for a moment before pulling it free and sliding into his mouth. His wet, warm, wonderful mouth. Men were moving around the raised platform, moving slowly, looking for a willing mouth to fill. There was plenty of room though so Michael didn’t even have to move to let them move by. Other men milled around, so close. Hovering. It took a moment but Michael realised they were watching. They were looking at his face, his body, his cock. Lust and jealousy in their eyes. They wanted what Seb was getting. For the first time in months, he was the centre of attention. And it was intoxicating. It felt almost like old times. It didn’t matter that these guys weren’t up to his old standards. They wanted him. He felt like a star as they licked their lips and tried to make eye contact. But Seb’s mouth, his throat, were too good to pull out of. Let the other men look. It only excited him more. Seb’s hands were on his butt, pulling him deeper into the willing throat. And Michael obliged as those hands kneaded his ass like bread dough. Pulling the towel up and away to get better access to Michael’s asscheeks. Damn that felt good. So good. His whole body was tingling. His body was sweating but his mind felt relaxed, almost like he was dreaming but he knew he was awake. No dream had ever felt so good. Like laying naked in the warm summer sun as a gentle breeze danced across your body. Awake but totally lost in the perfect calmness. Then there was someone behind him. Fingers touching his back, sliding down to his butt. Michael tensed, started to turn around to push the other man away… but then Seb did something in his throat that sent whole new waves of pleasure through him. He sagged slightly into the railing. ‘Relax. It’s ok. Don’t fight it.’ It was Seb’s voice, but that was impossible. Seb’s mouth was full of his dick. And felt the man behind him move closer. Felt someone’s chest on his back, a hard cock touch his ass. He could smell faint smell of fresh perspiration, the kind a guy gets when he is sexually excited. ‘Can you smell that? The masculinity. The smell of desire. Of Sex. Seb’s voice again, echoing as if he were only hearing it in his mind. The man behind him reached around Michael’s chest. Fingers playing at his nipples. Sending shivers up and down his spine. The man’s masculine aroma surrounded him now. And it was strangely alluring. Intoxicating. Only adding to the dreaminess of the moment. ‘Aren’t you curious? Don’t you wonder how it feels? Have you never wondered?’ The voice in his mind was so rhythmic. So calm. The dreams. The recent dreams where he was getting fucked. Yes. He must have wondered. He could remember being turned off by the thought. But that felt so far away now. Some part of him must be — must always have been — curious. Right? The man behind him kissed across his shoulder blades. Fingers slipped into his ass crack spreading a warm gel around his hole. Circling. Circling. Moving inward. Ever so slightly. ‘You are a stranger in town. No one knows you here. No one will ever know that you let this happen. There will never be a better time to see what it feels like.’ Yes. This was the perfect time to try. To see how he had been making other men feel all these years. The finger sliding around his hole. Touched the centre. Gentle but firm. Pressure. This body barely resisting. Sliding inside him. Coating his insides with that warm gel. A second finger stretching his tight ring. A hand on his back guided him to bend forward, to lean over the railing, to allow his ass to rise. Seb’s hand’s, still reaching around, spreading his ass cheeks. Cool air caressing his puckered hole. He felt confused for a moment. He had always been curious. Right? He had always wondered how a bottom feels when he gets penetrated. Hadn’t he? Hadn’t he always wanted this? Surely he had never been turned off by the thought? Something touched him. Something big and hard. Touching that spot. Pushing. But wait… he was a top. This wasn’t right. His body tensed, started to raise up. He didn’t get… ‘Relax.’ That voice in his mind again. He wanted to question it, to question why it was Seb’s voice, but it was so hard to concentrate. ‘You feel so good right now. Relax. Let him take you. You want it.’ Yes. He wanted this. Just this once to see how it felt. He thought about asking the stranger to put on a condom, but the thought slipped away. Forgotten. He leaned forward again over the railing. “I…I’ve never been fucked before.” The pressure on his sphincter increased. Pushing. Demanding. And Michael Christian pushed back into it. Into the cock at his hole. Into the fuck. The head pushed partway inside him and pain exploded. Everywhere. As if something were ripping him open. He howled. His body screamed at him to make it stop. But he wanted it. Oh fuck. Despite the pain, he wanted it. And the hands held him steady. Seb’s hands. This other man’s hands. Michael turned around, suddenly wanting to see who was taking his virginity. The man had greying hair, an unkempt beard, and a gaunt face. with sunken eyes. Halloween… the freak from halloween. “You have no idea how long I wanted this ass. How long you made me wait.” The stranger said. “So give me that hole, bitch. Give up your cherry to me.” The head of the cock was inside Michael now. Pushing deeper. The pain… unreal. But something else. Pleasure. His body was responding to the invader. It wanted more. “Yeah….” the stranger grunted into his ear. “That’s it, you whore. Let me all the way inside.” Seb was still sucking his cock. But even that paled in comparison to the sensations coming from his ass. His hole. And more than the physical. Something emotional as well. Something about giving himself to this man. This pale, gaunt figure. Closeness, yes. But more than that. Something about yielding. About succumbing. About giving himself to another man without holding anything back. He had never felt so complete. He had never felt like more of a man. Another inch pushed inside. “Tell me you want it.” There was something so familiar about that voice. About the way he spoke certain words, made certain sounds. but Michael just couldn’t place it. ‘Tell him.’ The voice in his mind whispered. So softly. So seductively. ‘Tell him you you want to feel his cock inside you.’ Michael’s voice was barely audible. “I want it…” “What is it you want? Say it.” ‘Beg him to fuck you. Beg him to take away the burden of your dominance… to make you free.’ Michael felt something bend in his mind, his soul. Some part of himself simply gave way. Surrendered. “I want you to fuck me. I need it. I need your cock. All of it.” Another inch. Another. Pounding. Relentless. The crowd was circling now. Watching Seb suck Michael’s dick. Watching the stranger, gaunt and sick, pound his formerly virgin hole. Listening to him beg for the cock. Michael could feel the other man’s balls slapping against his ass. Balls deep. “Oh hell yeah. All the way inside.” The stranger sounded triumphant. The crowd cheered him on. “Fuck that faggot.” Someone yelled. The crowd laughed. “You want that don’t you?” The stranger taunted him above the jeering crowd. “You want my cum in your ass… don’t you?” “Yes. Yes. Do it. Please…” “Don’t worry, boy. I’m going to breed you. Going to finish the job. Going to make that hole into a pussy.” The thrusts grew harder. The gaunt stranger’s hands on his Michael’s hips. Pulling him back into the fuck. The stranger’s grip on his hip was tightening. “Going to cum inside you. Going to ruin you. Going to give you what you deserve.” Michael’s face was red. His eyes clenched in pain. Tears dripping from his eyes. But his mouth just formed one word. Repeated over and over. “Yes. Yes. Yes…” Michael was close himself. His balls were drawing up as Seb’s expert mouth idolised his cock. “Here is comes….” The stranger grunted. “… Take my POZ load!” And his dick erupted. “POZ?” Michael’s lips formed the word but he could make no sound… … and then the words meant nothing to Michael as he shot his own load down Seb’s throat. His whole body seemed to quiver. To throb. To shake. As if something were being sucked out of him. Something vital. Something integral to who he had always been. Going. Going. Gone. Michael’s body collapsed on the railing. His spent cock, already going soft, slipping out of Seb’s mouth. The stranger’s dick sliding from his ass. He felt strange. More exhausted than ever. Weak. The stranger slapped his ass, surprisingly gently. “I’m sorry. I’m just doing was has to be done.” Michael couldn’t process the stranger’s words. Instead he turned back to Seb who was looking up at him with a smile. A triumphant smile. A cruel smile. ‘You were a tasty meal, my pet. But you have nothing left to offer me.’ Seb’s voice again… but the other man’s lips did not move. Just his voice echoing in Michael’s mind. ‘We are done.’ And Seb turned. And was gone. The stranger had disappeared into the crowd as well. Michael started to lift himself off the railing. What was going on? He needed to find Seb… But hands pushed him roughly back over. “Where do you think you are going, slut?” Michael turned to look at this new man behind him. The man was older, maybe late 50’s, and heavyset. His big belly hung over his crotch. But Michael could only see the swollen cock under the big belly. Jutting up from his crotch. Big and thick as Michael’s own. Rock hard. And he wanted that cock inside him. No. He needed it. Needed to feel it pounding his hole. To feel this man using him. He raised his ass, offering it to this pot-bellied stranger. And moaned as the man slid deep inside in one hard thrust. Just the gaunt stranger’s cum for lube. “You’ve got several of us really horned up, boy. “ The heavyset man laughed. “It would be rude to leave us unsatisfied, don't you think? I think you have a long night ahead of you.”1 point
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I have always known I was bisexual since I was a kid. I have topped but never bottomed, I have attempted bottoming a few times. First time I was 16 my friend and I tried, we didn't have lube and I wasn't streached out properly. A few months ago I bought a butt plug which is 4 inches long and a 8 inch dildo. I lube every night and put the plug in and every other night the dildo. It feels good when I do so. A description of myself, I am a black male, 51, looks to be in my 40's. Slim 5'8, 140 lbs. I have a 8 1/2 inch uncut BBC. Last night I go to the bathhouse, I was feeling extra horny. I pay my admission get my locker put my clothes in it, shower dry off and lube my ass up just in case, but also love having a finger stuck in me. I do my walk around see some doors open and guys showing off their goods, a few guys getting blown or fucked. I think to myself this looks like it good be a fun night. I go to the video room and their are two couches in there. One has a guy laid out on it strocking his cock, the other has a beautiful tall blonde crossdresser, dressed in leather strapped top, short leather skirt, stockings, knee high boots. I start a conversation with her. She looks down and notices my bulge under my towel, tells me she hasn't had a BBC all night, she motions to the gloryhole section, and I follow her over there. She goes in one cubicle and I go in the one next to it. I then feel her lick and play with my balls then she starts to put it in her mouth and my she could suck, I take a hit of poppers she then takes my whole cock in her mouth, wow !!!! did that feel great, never felt anything like that before, at this time a guy comes behind me and stars feeling my cock and balls his hands moves to my chest and he starts nibbling my ears and neck. My eyes are closed and I didn't notice another guy come in and start sucking my chest, I reach back and feel a cock it is about 6 inches but very thick, and rock hard. He stars feeling my ass and whispers in my ear you are all lubed up. Meanwhile my sexy crossdresser has decided she wants my BBC in her ass/pussy, she pushes herself up on it I feel it going in and she starts grinding on it and going back and forth on it. Meanwhile the guy who was sucking and licking my chest starts kissing me sticking his tounge down my throat, and the guy behind me is rubbing his cock against my ass. I press up against him and I feel the head pop in, I let out a loud moan the guy kissing me just kisses me harder. We all take several hits of poppers and I feel that cock just go in I smile to myself and say finally. There was a little pain but having preparing myself for a while it was a beauus tiful sensation. I start pumping into my sexy crossdresser as he is pumping into me. Meanwhile the guy kissing me is strocking away and lets out a loud moan as he shoots his load on me, feeling his cum on me I let loose in her ass, I hear her yell out yes and she starts screaming as she cums, off course he lets go in my ass, he pulls out of me I feel it leak out. my ass. My kisser gets on his knees and licks and cleans me out. She comes in the cubicle and kisses me I feel her ass with my cum in it and play with it take out my fingers and stick it her mouth we then kiss some more. She walks out. I decide it is now shower time. I shower catch my breathe walk around some more still with a raging hard on and my ass feeling great. I pass a door a guy is laying on his bed watching a video, getting blown he smiles at me I walk in he motions me to him and starts blowing me, the guy who was blowing him then stops and climbs on his cock and starts riding it, another guy walks in, he comes behind me sticks his cock in my ass, I am thinking to myself 51 years nothing, then Bam in a 45 minute span twice. The guy climbs off my sucker, the guy fucking me stops the starts fucking the other guy, the sucker turns around and I starts pounding his ass. The guys we are fucking are facing each other and start kissing, we take a hit of poppers and everyone is just moaning out loud a few more people enter the room and are watching and strocking and feeling our bodies up. I cant resist anymore and let loose my 2nd load, the other guy lets go of his and the guys we were fucking followed suit. We all collapse on the bed exhausted and some of the guys who were watching us came over and cleaned us But cant wait till I get fucked again.1 point
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'What are you doing? Are you fuckin' crazy? This will seal it!' My brain was ringing all alarm bells, but I didn’t listen. He was sexy, witty, and he wanted to fuck me hard. How could any reasonable individual say no to him? So I followed him to his apartment. It was actually a bit of a ride: we road the subway for twenty minutes during which I had mixed feelings as I nervously asked myself 'What was going to happen? Who was I following home?' but he just smiled and we chatted as I discretely tried to take a look at his package. I wasn’t sure whether he was hard or not, but the bulge was certainly promising. Little did I know. From time to time he would touch my hand, my chest or my ass. It looked like we were two twinks from one of the American porn studios rather than two strangers which were about to share the same strain of HIV. When we arrived at his apartment, I wasn't surprised to find it was nice and so fucking twinky, al la an American porn video. There was even a 1D poster on the door. We kissed and made out as we slowly and intimately helped each other out of his clothing. He made it a point to taste every part of my body and I returned the favor. Then I felt it. Oh my God! It was huge! I stopped and stared as he widely grinned and dropped his underwear. I had never seen a cock like this before. How he had any blood left in his body I didn't know. This definitely could turn any chocolate obsessed bottoms if you catch my drift. I tried sucking it, but I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough. And above this monster was a scorpion tattoo. How telling. We kissed further and then he reached over under his bed and gave me a little bottle. “You will need this. Use it as much as you like. Take a deep whiff.” With that he positioned me onto my back. I inhaled and the familiar sensation of flying began, but my ascent was interrupted when he smeared some spit on his cock, lined-up with my hole, and silenced me by securing my mouth with his palm. I looked at him. He returned my gaze, and in so doing, rammed his cock all the way into. It ripped everything in me apart. I shrieked in pain. It felt like the whole muscle ripped. Barely able to breath, I inhaled as much of the poppers as I was able. They provided provided some relief but not much. I looked at him in absolute horror, trying to understand what just happened. He pulled out, smiled, leaned over and kissed me, murmuring "Don’t worry, it’s all over now. I'll use lube. We are going to make love and when I cum, my toxic babies will swim straight to your heart. So you will never forget me.” We kissed more. He took the lube, massaged my hole and his cock and slowly pushed himself back in. I still struggled, but the poppers and the training I had received within the past few days helped me enjoy the intensity of the fuck. His cock pushed his way back in. “Are you ready to join the club little boy?” “Fuck yeah, give me your babies.” He smiled, looked me straight in the eyes and accelerated his pace, clearly getting closer and closer. To this day I love watching the top cum. So hot. And especially that moment was unique. As he blew his load into my ass he all-but yelled. “TAAAAAKEEE THEEEEMMMM!!!! AAAAAAHHH!” I had never felt a cock cumming in me, and have never after that night. But that experience was amazing. I felt the dick pulsating and shooting in me. Load after load after load after load. He didn’t seem to stop, but eventually, when he was done, he collapsed and smirked. “Welcum to the club my friend. Better put on some pants before you leak on my bed.” With that, he pulled out, turned around and walked towards the bathroom. On his way, he stopped in front of poster which was hung next to a wall calendar. He put an X on today’s date and another on his poster, and then he disappeared into the bathroom. While I dressed a took a look at the poster and calendar. The X he had made was on the day's date, which was the 8th, and the poster had 24 crosses before me, so I was number 25. I heard the shower going, so I got the drift, put on my shirt and left. Only then did I realise that I still hadn’t cum. On my way back to the hotel, I looked at the skyline and couldn’t decide whether I ended up in heaven or in hell....1 point
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I don't see anything wrong with having feeling towards a family member. I know that if my father or sister came to me and offered to fuck, i might accept that offer. But whether or not you should tell your brother how you feel, well that's something only you can determine.1 point
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Four hours later my phone rang. My friends wanted to go for breakfast and then have a look at the pride festival around the corner. Usually, I can’t handle anything less than eight hours of sleep, but my dick all-but commanded me to get up and join my friends. You see, I hadn't cum the night before, so essential horniness awoke me enough that I could meet with them. Looking into the mirror I had knew I had looked better, even if I was somewhat proud of myself. Overall I looked like shit. My hair was a mess, caked with cum, hair gel and who knows what else. My knees were scraped-up from kneeling on the ground for an extended time, my hairy legs were covered with dried cum, my hole was also a mess, but my jock saturated with dried precum. In addition I noticed the sheets were stained with white and even some red. 'Not a good sign', I thought to myself, grinning internally, as I remembered a statistic I had encountered, that on average, every 30th load bites. Thinking back, I thought I had taken 15 or so loads the night before, which was far from 30, but the intensity of the sex play, and blood stains suggested the probability was somewhat higher than average. Was it too late to catch myself and return to the good side? I jumped into the shower and sat on the shower bench, letting the water pour down on me as I fingered my hole. A little more blood, as well as more cum oozed out. My cock got hard. “Fuck it!” I thought. It was probably too late anyway. Getting out of the shower, somewhat cleaner, I dried myself, pulled on another jock, a T-shirt and some jeans and ran out the door to catch-up with my friends who were waiting in the lobby. “What happened to you? You look really tired,” was the gist of their greeting. Someone else asked “Didn’t you leave early?” I mumbled something about a noisy party next door and a bad hangover. They left me alone. We walked over to a nice place where we could sit outside and look at the farmer’s markets. We had a nice breakfast, but all I could think of was cocks, dicks, cum and being poz. We went and had a look at the pride festival. Heaps of stalls, men and beer. Being on holidays, a beer at 11:00 was totally justified. We each paid for a round, so life was good. Started chatting with a couple of guys, the atmosphere relaxed and a little cruisey. My single friend started an intimate discussion with a twink and disappeared, and my friends who were couples were getting bored, so I sent them on their way and promised to meet up later. I kept wondering around and ended up at the tent for the national AIDS council. Condoms and brochures everywhere. A mid 30s, tall blonde stud was discussing treatments with one of the volunteers. A sexy guy in his early 20s, dark hair, blue eyes approached me. “Are you alright there?” “Yeah thank you” I stumbled. “Are you informed about protection? Do you have any questions?” “Ah thank you” I blushed. “Big couple of nights recently, not sure whether I need protection anymore...” “Oh really? Sorry to hear that” ”No no it's fine. Guess for some it is their destiny.” “Maybe. Maybe not. You think you are already infected?” I began to tell him about the last two nights and as I did I noticed an increasing bulge in his crotch. When I finished my story, somehow I wasn't terribly surprised when he commented with a broad smile, "So, you were quite the slut!” As I sputtered a reply he continued saying "You don’t look at all like it. I love your innocent looks and the inside piggyness. I got pozzed to years ago. A condom broke, but I have no idea who it was. Would have loved to be aware of when it was happening.” “Oh, I assumed all you guys are negative." "Hell no. Most of us are poz. And some of us are here to make new friends. Some of mine stopped talking to me after they found out I was poz.” “That’s heavy” I replied. “Yeah, but we are a club here now.” “Once you are diagnosed, you are very welcum to join” he winked at me. “Only then? No possibility to join earlier?” “Well there is an option,” he replied, explaining "One of the members needs to vouch that the diagnosis is inevitable.” “And how does he do that?” “Special one on one time” his eyes now looking devilishly at me. I was rock hard. This hot twink wanted to poz me! Should I risk it? What were the odds? What did I have to lose? Would I regret it, if it turned out I was already infected and said no now? I grinned and asked “How do I sign up?” “Come with me.”1 point
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In March I attended Fickstutenmarkt. This is basically a well organised orgy. Where bottoms arrive first, stripped, wear hoods on their heads and have their hands tied. Then after a while the tops are let inside to pick and choose who they want to fuck, the bottoms have no say in the matter, and if they refuse anyone they have to leave. Bottoms have a choice when entering if they'd like a red hood or white. Red means you are a bareback bottom, and white means safe sex. I looked around before I was hooded and out fo the 60 or so bottoms, I could only spot 4 red hoods, I chose a red hood. I was bred by multiple guys, fucked so bad that I had to cancel any sex plans for the next day. It was one of my favourite experiences and certainly the slutiest. Other than that, drinking piss, letting a guy piss inside me are up their. As well as doing meth1 point
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6. Boss had me rise and bend over. I felt a hard push and a large metallic butt plug sank into my ass, causing me to moan and squirm as I got used to the feeling. Then he had me stand up and placed white pads with wires hanging off them on my nipples, balls, and my abs. I could feel wires dangling from in between my legs and ass and I started to get scared. My eyes search Bosses face for any clue as to what he was going to do with me. I was then led over to the barber chair and ordered to sit. Straps were placed around my arms, chest, and head and the chair was position so I was facing a laptop. At this point beads of sweat were dripping down my torso. “Now what we are going to do is get you used to being a better popper whore. I have a friend that makes xtube vids that are perfect for training a cum dump like you to take more and more hits. Making sure I can get you as gooned as I want. I will stand here and administer the popper hits. Let’s begin” With that Boss cued the website, strapped a gag around my head that looked like a wiffle ball, and loaded the website. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=fBDk2-G896-#.VbN1c_kmlno I starred as the video started and as the first bass notes hit my ass clenched and a yelp tried to escape my lips as I felt the first shock. Drool was already dripping out of my mouth and down my chest, my cock was hard and dripping. As the video went through Boss held the poppers to my nose, forcing my to hit along with the video. I had never done poppers like this and the maker knew how to administer hits. I was gyrating in the chair. The electrode working my nips and ass and abs in a pattern, the poppers making me crave realize. My cock was jumping and leaking precum all over the place. The story told in the video was so close to my own it was scary. From hot safer sex, straight, jock to babbling cum whore needing bare dick and cum loads. The only difference was I wanted poz loads, from every one, every cock needed to be poz now. I wanted my ass loose, gaping and dripping with poz seed. I wanted to me the cum dump, popper whore, slut that I needed to be. The poppers and video made me realize how much I craved cock, and cum and muscled men to give it to me. I want to explore my limits and crash through them . I wanted to be a babbling cum slut. Making real me happy and helping them spread their toxic cum. These thought kept looping over and over in my head as the video progressed. By the end of it I was a hornier than I had ever been. I could barely concentrate at the screen. My ass was grinding on the electro-butt plug and my eyes were rolling in my head as each wave of shocks washed over me. The vid stopped and Boss looked at me, nodded once, place the bottle to my nose one more time telling me to inhale deep and hold it. He then pushed a button and the electrodes went crazy. I exhaled hard as waves of pain and pleasure coursed through me and my cock erupted without me touching it, shooting up my chest and into my face hitting the ball gag, my tongue working furiously from the ther side to try and get it in my mouth. Boss toog the gag out and grabbed both sides of my head and looked into my eyes. “Tell me what you are and what you want” Trying had to focus on him and watching his beautiful face and strong body I felt something lock into place in me. My voice came from my mouth harsh but more honest then I have ever sounded “I want to be your Poz Son, and I want to be with you forever. Taking all the loads you want to give me and offering my hole to anyone you see fit. I want cum every day and to be made into the proper image you see for me. I never want to leave you.” “Good boy” And with that he began jerking his cock adding his own cum to the cum on my chest and body. Bending down he began licking the his cum and my cum up off me. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my left pec and then his tongue. When I saw his face again it looked like some blood had gotten in his mouth. I watch as he took a sharp point knife and made a small cut in his own palm and licked it up. Then he kissed me. His spit, sweat, cum, and blood and mingled with mine. The taste of both of us was in our passionate kissing. I felt him press his palm to the cut in my chest. Mingling more of our blood, making sure his was the strain that birthed me as his Son. He then unstrapped me from the chair and helped me stand up. Looking at me with pride and lust. “I am now your Poz Father and you are my Poz Son, and we will be together forever. And this Friday we will celebrate our honeymoon “1 point
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would love to cam myself taking a mailed load then invite some anon buds over to test my cum slicked hole out.1 point
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I have a thing for BBC too though I can't put my finger on the reason(s) why. It is extra hot and sensual to serve BBC and get flooded with cum deep in my hole. I get week in the knees every time I know I'm going to be in a position to serve BBC.1 point
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The longest is about a whole day, or until I have a movement, whichever comes first. The most I've held inside me at one time was 14 loads, keeping in mind that each previous load was merely just lube for the next guy until he "replaced" the lube himself. It was like one giant load filling my pussy repeatedly. I have one Lover who introduced me to the "Yellow Load" (piss) and I love when he does that! The first few times it was always right after his first cum load but now he straight away pisses in me first a yellow load, which I can't hold in for very long. He says he does this to "sterilize" my pussy so his cum is the only one in me. He always proceeds to fuck and cum load me up a few more times before the night is over.1 point
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as long as i can, which is usually about 12 hours. I've had a couple of guys who loaded me and followed it with a piss chaser, longest I've held a guys piss was 8 hours, love it when a guy breeds me then pisses, especially without telling me he's going to do it. our bodies absorb most of the fluid from what we eat in the colon, so when a guy pisses in me and I hold it, my piss takes on his scent because I absorb it. really hot1 point
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I think it all depends how horny you are, I know if i am really horny at the end of the day i don't give S*** & i will go out & still get fucked by everyone.1 point
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I don't wait for,test results I just keep fucking. Writings not going to change anything1 point
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Part V (a) I slept extremely well and my alarm woke me at exactly 8am. I shower and carefully shaved my balls. I looked at my self in the mirror. I didn't look any different or - despite the pill - fell any different. I drank a cup of black coffee and took the second pill. I slipped on the cockring and the speedos. They fitted perfectly. I emptied my gym back and placed the rubber shorts in the bottom together with my gym kit - still damp from the night before - inside. I dropped the bottle of clear liquid on top and I sealed the bag. I put on the singlet then found a pair of combat trousers and a checked shirt. I slipped them on and looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't sure if he would be happy but I wasn't wearing jeans. I pulled on a pair of black caterpillar boots. 8.55am. I opened a fresh bottle of water and pulled the final pill from the toke bag. I pushed it into my mouth and drank the water in one go. I left the flat and walked to Gym Buddy. The high street was busy but as I turned up the side street I was engulfed by total silence. No cars. No birds. Nothing. I stood outside the shop. 9.10am. What now? At that precise moment I realised how cold it was. Despite the sun there was a distinct chill in the air. I shivered. I stepped back and looked at the shop. What was I looking for? I looked at the ground and then I saw it. The trip of an envelope pushed under the door. I reached down and retreived it. "Sean. 6." I opened it. "Good Morning Cunt Boi. A point in your favour for obeying. You will lose a point if you have forgotten anything but we'll find out later won't we. "Turn left and you will see a new block of apartments on your right. Walk to the main door. It will be open. Walk into the lobby and look for the mailbox for Flat 2014." End of note. I turned left and saw the apartment block. It was very new. I had seen it advertised in the local paper. Part of trying to improve the area, they were very expensive apartments. But I didn't think that they were available for occupancy yet. I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look right. Nothing. Weird. I could have sworn something rushed past me. Probably just a shadow in the sun. Fuck it was cold. I pulled my jacket together and walked to the apartments. I pushed the glass door and walked into the lobby. A wall of postboxes was on the left. On the right a lift. I walked to the boxes and found Mailbox 2014. I opened it and retrieved another letter. Nothing was written on the outside. I ripped it open. "Third floor. Flat 3014. When you get in the lift drink the fluid in the bottle. Turn left out of the lift and enter the apartment. Walk to the middle of the room and strip." I read the note again. Suddenly I was scared. I turned back to the main door and pulled it. It was locked. I looked around the door for the exit button. There wasn't one. I turned around. There were no other doors. Only the lift. I read the note again. It was very hot in the lobby. I wiped the sweat from my forehead. I opened the bag and pulled out the bottle. Not poppers then. I opened it and sniffed the contents. No smell. I tipped the bottle and dabbed my finger in the liquid and tasted it. Nothing. I closed the lid and tried the door again. Locked. I looked at the lifts. Fuck it. I pushed the button. The doors slid open. I walked in. As the doors shut I drank the liquid. It was tasteless. The doors opened quicker than I thought. I turned left and saw Apartment 3014 straight ahead of me. I was sweating. Damn it was hot in this apartment block. I walked to the door, pushed it open and hesitated. I turned around and walked to the lift and pressed the button. Nothing. I pressed it again. Nothing. I took a deep breath and turned back to the door. I entered the apartment. It was one large room. Well furnished. There were leather sofas in the centre of the room. The floors were wooden. I said hello. Nothing. The door behind me shut. I looked back. Nothing. I walked back to the door and tried the handle. Locked. I tried it again. Nothing. I pressed my head against the door. At least it was cooler in here. I turned around and again thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head sharply to the right. Nothing. Suddenly I realised my cock was hard. Weird. I walked to the centre of the room and put my bag down. There was a door to the left and to the right. They were both closed. I thought about trying them but decided not to. I looked out of the floor to ceiling windows. There was a 360 degree balcony and amazing views. I shivered again. There was nothing for it. I stripped my clothes off and stood there in my speedos. "Good Cunt Boi." I sitffened and started to turn around. "DON'T TURN AROUND" he yelled. My mind reeled. Where had he come from? I hadn't seen another door. I heard his footsteps approach me. "Good Cunt Boi. You've done precisely what I said. Another point. Two points now. Almost impressive. I wonder if you can get to three points. We will see." He was standing behind me. I could feel his presence and his warmth. I shivered. I was cold. He chuckled. I felt a finger touch me between my shoulder blades and then start to trace a line down my spine. It tingled and I couldn't suppress a moan. "How trusting of you. I can tell you have followed all my instructions to the letter. The working out. And the pills. Are you feeling cold?" I nodded. "Good then they are working. It's a cocktail I have wanted to try for a while. They only really work on a boi who has stripped as much excess fat from his body as possible. They work directly on muscle you see." His finger had reached the top of my speedos. He pulled them down slightly and pushed his finger into the top of my arse cheeks. I sighed again. "Plus to enjoy their full effect you need to have improved stamina. And I think a week at the gym will have done that." He removed his finger and pulled my speedos back up. "Turn around." I turned around and moaned as I caught sight of him. My master. He leaned forward and ever so gently kissed me on the lips. "Take a good look Cunt Boi. Do you like?" I nodded and gazed at him from head to toe.1 point
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PART 4 Coach Pitt slowly began pulling his cock out of my sloppy hole, and I whimpered. He smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t worry, sweet boy,” he said. “Your hole won’t be empty for long.” In fact, it wasn’t empty for more than five seconds. Coach Strickland pushed his fat dick into me right away, and I could feel the warmth and wetness of Coach Pitt’s seed getting worked even deeper inside my slammed-up hole. “Pitt and I met at a wrestling conference a few years back,” Strickland explained, sweat dripping down his forehead as he thrust his dick deep. “We’d both responded to a Craigslist ad posted by some college slut. This kid wanted neg tops to breed him, so I showed up to give the little fucker a surprise. Anyway, when Pitt shot his load inside this kid’s fuckhole, I caught Pitt’s eye and he winked at me. Flashed that devil-smile of his. That’s when I knew he was doing the exact same thing I was doing—stealth-pozzing the negboy. A few months later, he got me a job here at the high school, and we’ve been slowly converting our favorite wrestlers into poz chemsluts ever since.” His thrusts were faster now. His breath grew ragged. His eyes were solid black, staring me down as he grinned like a fucking demon. “And now,” he said, “You know what’s gonna happen?” “You’re gonna breed me. Please breed me, Coach.” “Fuck yeah, Lance. I’m gonna give you a big dose of my poz seed. You. Fucking. Slammed. Up. PIG.” His whole body shook as he pushed even deeper than before, and his stomach muscles flexed as his dick sprayed volleys of toxic jizz into my hungry fuckhole. By then, I could see that the playroom was getting crowded, and I recognized everyone: guys who’d graduated in the last year or two or three, most of them wrestling at the local university now. They were watching Strickland breed me, stroking their dicks, helping each other get slammed up, and staring me down with that same demonic intensity. Tom Goldsmith—last year’s captain, the guy from the homemade video I'd seen in Pitt's office—was the first to get his poz cock up in me, and by that point I was spreading my jockbutt and begging for his dirty cum. I took a load from every poz jockpig in the room. Then Coach Pitt unstrapped me from the harness, helped me down, and turned to address the roomful of guys. “I’m gonna take a few minutes alone with this boy,” he said. “You’re all welcome to stick around and pig out. Help yourself to more rigs over there on the desk if you want.” He walked me upstairs, leading me to his bedroom. He closed the door. Then he drew me close to him, pressed his chest against mine, and said: “I’m so proud of you, Lance.” He kissed me, a wet, hungry kiss, while his fingers slowly massaged my cummy hole. “I just wanted a few minutes alone with you. And you know what, pigboy?” “What?” “I think it might be time for another slam.” I nodded eagerly, and he smiled. “Good boy,” he said. He gestured for me to climb onto the bed. He positioned me on my back, spreading my legs. Then, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he pushed his cock into my sloppy cumhole. With his dick buried inside me, he proceeded with the slams. I watched in fascination as he wrapped a rubber strap around his arm, as the needle slid into his vein, as blood filled the syringe, and as he plunged the Tina into his bloodstream. He groaned, and his cock grew even harder in my fuckhole. Then his eyes took on an evil glint as he turned his attention to me. “Want some more Tina flowing through you, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Slam me up. Please.” “You got it, pig.” The needle was in my vein within seconds. Then he pushed down on the syringe and delivered the chemical payload I was craving. I coughed, but a little less this time. I felt the drug race to my brain, my heart, my dick. Then my hole began involuntarily milking the raw cock lodged deep within me. Coach laughed. “There you go, slampig,” he said. I kept milking him as he closed his eyes and began thrusting deep. Then he leaned in for another kiss. “I want you to be my boy,” he said. “You’re somethin’ else, Lance. You’re just a natural fuckin’ pig. And my cock belongs in this sweet boyhole.” He reached down to feel my own throbbing cock, which had remained hard all night. “And look at this, you hot little fucker,” he said. “This fat dick of yours? It’ll be perfect bait to get hot neg jockboys—boys just like you—into our sling.” He kissed me again. “You’re fucking perfect. So whaddaya say? Be my fuckin’ boy?” I flashed a giant smile as he barebacked my hole. “I feel so lucky,” I said. “I’ve jacked off so many times thinking about your cock—what it might look like, how it might feel in my hand. And now your giant raw dick is buried inside me. It’s unbelievable. And fuck yeah, I want to be yours.” “Mine?” “All yours.” With that, I felt his dick spasm inside me. Another intense kiss. Then he just looked at me, his cock still twitching as it continued to impregnate my wrecked boyhole. “Fuck, Lance,” he said. “I love shooting my poz cum in you.” Later, when we made our way back to the playroom, I did another slam and took another round of loads. That was incredibly hot, but it wasn’t my favorite part. My favorite part was this: being alone with Coach Pitt in his bedroom, feeling his powerful arms wrapped around me, my head nuzzling the hair on his muscular chest, while his dick slowly worked that second load of his poz cum into my knocked-up hole. And then hearing him whisper in my ear: “Mine.” THE END1 point
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I'd be proud to be a member of the CumDump Network, and bravo to you, rawTOP, for doing the work to make it happen! Name: OakDad Cell number (for texts and voice calls): 510-301-6404 Location: Near Market & West Grand, Oakland, CA 94607 Times you're available: Weekday afternoons, weekend afternoons & evenings Times you're generally not available: Weekend mornings, weekday mornings and evenings Age: 56 Height: 6'4" Weight: 240 lbs. Ethnicity: Caucasian Amenities: Sling, shower, towels, good (free) street parking1 point
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Tonight I traveled to the tops' apartments - Got fucked by 5 guys in about 3 hours and got 4 loads... By the last two fucks there was a puddle of cum under where we fucked I had so much in my ass...1 point
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