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I popped over to my favourite sauna last month, it was heaving with people in the darkroom. I managed to squeeze my way into the backroom and was confronted with several people offering their arses for a good fucking. I was already stiff and proceeded to give one a good shafting whilst others were enjoying themselves. When I pulled out, I was immediately grabbed by someone else to be fucked. I was overwhelmed by the active fuck frenzy in the place. I then swapped places and fucked him. Over the first hour, I'd fucked another three people. So it was 5 barebacks fucks to one received. The second hour continued in a similar vein with 3 of those I'd fucked wanting more action, interspersed with two people one giving, one receiving who actually wanted to use a condom. The final hour had me flagging somewhat, two fumbles rather than good fucks and one guy who took me from behind but didn't carry on for too long. But then another guy was really keen to fuck me and managed to get me into a good position and ploughed me hard and long before giving me his much needed lubrication before he pulled out. Finally a well hung guy got me to suck him before turning me around and fucking me hard using the last load to lubricate his thrusts, he had great stamina before unloading himself into me, it felt great. Over three hours I'd barebacked 5 different men and been barebacked by four, two of whom had unloaded their warm spunk into me. When I got home after this marathon session of 16 fucks in 3 hours, the loads finally gushed out of me!4 points
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Hey, I recently joined, and thought it would be fun to tell you guys how I recently had my first ever bareback experience! Hope you enjoy.... I had been wondering for a while if I would ever try bareback. I had been with a few guys but each time we had strictly used condoms. Well, I had been talking to an older man, (45ish), for some time and I decided 'Enough is enough. I need to try bareback'. We arranged to meet in a car park and then go back to his place. When we actually met we make some small talk but inwardly I was quite nervous about what I had in mind. As we got to his house, and through the door, he pushed me up against the wall and began kissing me as he grabbed my ass. (Goddam, I love a rough daddy). I slid my hands down his trousers and couldn't believe the size of his cock. He had told me upfront it was big, but I hadn't seen pics, so I was stunned. He was packing a rather thick, nine inch dick. My initial thought was 'How is that monster going to fit into my ass?' He forced me into his bed and, positioned my head so it was hanging off the side, immediately then thrusting his dick into my mouth and face-fucking me. I think I managed to take about seven inches down my throat before I was gagging and heaving! He removed his cock from my mouth, lubed up his fingers and my ass, and as I lay there, teased my hole with his fingers, slowly slipping one, then two, then three and finally four fingers into me. God, he stretched my hole, prepping me for his tool. After several minutes he concluded I was ready. He flipped me onto my back and mounted me, his massive cock dangling over my tight hole. Lubing his cock with a small amount of lube, he began to prod my hole, finally he pushing his thick head into my ass. It was like nothing I had felt before. I could feel each vein, and every inch of his dick. My eyes rolled back as he pushed himself all the way in, balls-deep. Before I could completely relax, however, he started me by slapping me, and grunting "Look you little bitch. I'm gonna ruin this little hole of yours." Then he fucked me senselessly for a good twenty minutes! Then, placing me into a doggy position, he resumed a fucking, gradually slowing-up. I could feel his cock well-up with cum and I thought 'This is it, my first load bareback. There's no going back from here'. He pushed in one more time right to the hilt and shot a massive hot load into my ass. I could virtually feel his cum shooting into my guts. And it felt absolutely amazing! When he withdrew he ordered me to lick his cock clean. Of course I complied, cleaning the leftovers off of his massive cock, even as the cum began oozing out my used hole. I couldn't have asked for a better first load. Safe to say I've been back a few more times since! Maybe it's time I branch out to a few different loads now!3 points
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Part 3 As Seth was reaching his eminent orgasm I was getting Randy nice and hard. I figured he'd fuck me next. The question in my mind was do I let him bareback me as Seth already has. What happened next took me totally by surprise. As Randy began to feed me his cock he said to Seth "Is he as hot of a fuck as I thought he would be?" Seth let Randy know that I was a hotter fuck then he imagined and I was primed for more raw cock. Seth then pulled his softening cock from my hole. As Randy was ready to take his place he asked if Seth had a prepared point for him to use. I wasn't sure what they were talking about until I saw Seth handed Randy a syringe. Seth asked me if I'd like to try a point. I was totally clueless by this point and my head seemed a little foggy (for some strange reason). Randy, who had me pinned to the bed with his hard cock already lodged inside me, answered for me in the affirmative. I could barely see as Seth approached my right side. I could feel a tight strap on my upper arm as I asked what were they doing. Seth and Randy were talking like I wasn't in the room as he told his roommate that he had already snaked a few good shard and his Tina covered cock inside me earlier. I then felt a coolness on my arm followed by a slight pinch. Then the tight strap on my arm was removed and my entire world changed. I had a strange taste in the back of my mouth and began to cough out hard as Randy let up on the force he was using to hold me down to the bed. Then I watched as they both injected something (probably the same stuff I was just given) into their arms. Each guy coughed out (not as hard or as many times as I had) as I swear I felt Randy's cock grow inside me). Randy said he loved being inside a dudes ass when he slams before doing his own slam and that I was in for a good fucking and probably a couple loads before he'd pull out. By this point the only thing on my mind was getting fuck by him and anyone else I could find. Randy then set about to do exactly as he described as Seth left the room leaving the door open for anyone to see the action. My attention returned to Randy and his cock fucking my hungry hole. Suddenly I was made aware of a small crowd that began to gather at the door. It was a turn on to be watched as Randy began to add his own load to what Seth had already deposited. Like his roommate he never let up until he gave a total of 3 loads before pulling out. Before someone else could mount me Seth returned to announce that the sling was open and being held for me.3 points
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Part I My parents had separated when I was young. My dad moved to Gainesville, Florida and took a job as a professor at the local university. I was left living with my mom, and my two younger brothers and two younger sisters. There was always commotion in the house and never a moment of privacy. When I got to my senior year of high school I received a scholarship for swimming to the university my dad worked at. When I told my dad he was extremely happy for me and told me if I didn’t want to live in the dorms I could live with him. I jumped at the chance to live with him and reconnect. I would also have much more privacy. I moved in with my dad that summer and found I was loving my freedom. Dad let me come and go as I please without having to answer to him. School started and I fell into a regular routine of classes, swim practice and swim meets. I knew from a young age that I was attracted to guys but had never acted on it. I loved seeing my teammates in their speedos and in the shower. I would fantasize at night about them and jack off to them. At my first swim meet I came in fourth in the butterfly stroke. I was not pleased with this and decided I needed to practice more. So on Sunday evening I went to the pool to practice more. The pool was open to all. Part of the pool had designated swimming lanes and the rest was for swimming as you pleased. There were several families there with their kids. The swimming lanes were empty. I swam a few laps and was feeling warmed up and ready to practice hard. As I swam to the end of my lane and began to execute my turn, I kid jumped into the pool and landed on my back. My back began to instantly hurt me. The kid apologized and the mother ran over to make sure I was ok. I told her I would be fine. I got out and headed to the hot tub to soak my aching back. When I got home I rubbed down with muscle relaxer and took some pain pills. The next morning my back was still killing me. I went to the coach and explained what had happened. The coach immediately sent me to one of the universities sports doctors. I arrived at the doctor’s office and they took me back to the examination room immediately. Dr. Kirst walked in and introduced himself with a firm handshake. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was young for a doctor I thought. I stood about six feet tall and looked about 180 or so. He had light brown hair neatly parted at the side and deep green eyes. He told me to disrobe and put on the gown. He left the room for a few minutes and returned. He told me to lay on my stomach so he could look at my back. He began to pressing on different areas and I yelled out in pain when he touched my lower back just about my ass crack. He then asked me to stand up and drop the robe. He began to feel my balls and asked me to cough. I tried not to get hard but my cock began to stiffen at his touch. He asked me to sit back down on the table. He explained that I just had a serious muscle pull in my back and needed to take some pain medication and begin physical therapy. He said I should be back to swimming in two weeks. He handed me the prescription for the pain medication and said he had one other medication that was experimental and wanted to try out. I said that was fine that I just wanted to heal as fast as possible. He reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a syringe with a clear liquid in it. He explained that it would be injected into a vein in my arm. He placed a tourniquet around my arm and found a vein. He inserted the needle and pulled back the plunger and blood appeared. He told me I would feel a warm sensation and that I would need to cough. With that, he pushed to liquid into my vein and took the tourniquet off. I began to cough very hard and felt very warm. I felt another sensation as well….I was very horny. The doctor excused himself a minute. When he left I couldn’t help but begin to touch my cock and rub my hands all over my body. I wanted sex and I wanted it now. I slid my finger in my ass and closed my eyes and began to moan quietly “Dr. Kirst please fuck me.” I was so into the sensation that I did not know that Dr. Kirst had reentered the room. Suddenly I heard a voice in my ear that said “I will gladly fuck you Adam.” I was startled at first. The doctor grabbed me and told me this was a normal reaction after taking the experimental drug. He began running his hands over my body and leaned in and kissed me. I had never been with a guy I confessed to him. He said he would teach me all about man on man sex. He told me he did not have much time now since he had other patients to see but he would give me and introductory lesson on man on man sex. He bent my over the table and began playing with my ass. I was extremely turned and began wiggling my ass and moaning softly. He undid his pants and dropped them to the ground. I looked and saw his erect penis. It was a monster. It had to be nine inches and thick. He rubbed it against my ass and said “This is want you want isn’t it Adam?” I mumbled “Yes but it is so big I don’t think I can take it.” Dr. Kirst replied, “Trust me Adam, you can. After all I am the doctor.” With that he reached over to the counter and took a tube of KY and spread it on my ass and on his huge throbbing cock. He slid a finger in and I moaned in ecstasy. He removed his finger and placed the tip of his cock on my warm hole. He leaned over and placed his hand on my mouth and said “here comes my cock stud.” He slid in with all his might. I screamed with pain and pleasure into his hand. “Relax you will love it.” He began sliding in and out of me with greater force and I actually relaxed and got into him fucking me. “Fuck doc, fuck me.” He picked up the pace and whispered in my ear “ready for my hot cum?” “Yes please give it to me!” With that had straighten up and began trusting harder and he pushed in as far as he could. I felt a warm sensation flood my ass and felt his cock pulsating as he shot load after load into my ass. The doctor pulled his pants up and took out his note pad and wrote something on it and handed it to me. He told me that this session was not over and that he still need to explain more about the experimental drug. He told me to get dressed. After I dressed he walked me out and told me to make sure I got my prescriptions filled. Once outside and opened the note. It simple read “8:00 pm 1212 Oakton street”. I was confused but intrigued and still horn as fuck. As I walked home I couldn’t help but get turned on by every hot guy I saw. I wanted them to fuck me too. What was going on?2 points
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So how else gets off on feeding used condoms into their ass? i hate good cum going to waste... I love feeding random used condoms and feeding it to my cunt... and licking it clean2 points
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A few times I got stealth--tops would fuck me with condom then sometime during it they slipped it off came up my hole and split before I realized. When I'd find out at first I was surprised, but turned on too. One guy said "safe sex only" then when he was eating me out, slipped his big dick in and came. I thought he put it on before he entered me--he didn't. He got up went to the bathroom and I saw the condom still in its wrapper. I came just realizing this hot "safe" stud just bred me! Once in a cruisy park I started playing with a hottie, then two others joined in, all cute and sexy. then one at a time they fucked me holding me in place with someones dick in my mouth, then the next slid in and bred me. When they were done taking turns breeding they zipped up and left me with my jeans at my ankles 3 loads up my ass, no conversation. I was so hot processing just what happened I jerked off feeling my tummy hole. After these incidents I realized how much I liked it raw and my place as a cumdump.2 points
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Not much of a story: got drunk, got followed, got fucked, got dumped on the side of the road. But I WILL have a better story after my anon gangbang tomorrow night!2 points
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any total pervs wanna chat with me? my new kik is gingerfagsub and my skype is "ginger fagsub" neg total sub bottom boi here... got a list of kinks and stuff on my profile, but no limits soooooo lolol don't hold back2 points
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Last two loads were hot First one is from a bottom bud of mine that was visiting town. His profile says safer only and in the text "no bb ever." The last time he came over he took my raw cock and this time no different. He backed on my dick raw and got my raw cock for a good 20 minutes. The only difference is this time he begged me to shoot my huge load in him. Was all too happy to comply. The other night I met up with a bud in a sleazy hotel. He lives a couple hours from me so this was a good compromise. He's only ever fucked me with condom, but he shoved his fat uncut dick in my ass raw. 15 minutes later he shot a huge load in my ass. So worth the drive.2 points
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Education: 01 - A Long Introduction Part 2 RJ thrust into Tony long and hard one last time before slowly sliding out of Tony's raw hole so that he could try out their bud's new fucktoy. Mitch had left Andrew's hole wanting more, and it winked at the two men, a hint of the previous top's cum bubbling out before being pulled back in. "You like taking cock after cock, huh?" RJ asked Andrew. He nodded. "Good boy." RJ ran his finger around Andrew's wet hole and growled. It pulsed and sucked at the man's touch, and Andrew writhed in pleasure at the thought of being filled again. The young man pressed his hips toward his bearish new friend. "I think he wants you inside him," Tony laughed, touching his own empty hole. "You want RJ to make you feel good?" "Yes please," Andrew whispered in response. "Can I make you feel good too?" Tony asked. "Fuck yes," Andrew said. "I just want to be filled again." RJ and Tony locked eyes, and RJ began to tease Andrew's hole with his thick cock. He didn't need to put any more lube on his meaty shaft or the boy's pucker. His friend had lubed up Andrew's hole more than enough with what seemed to be a giant creamy load. It leaked out of the pig's ass as RJ's dick slid in and slowly opened him back up. "Mmm, yeah," RJ groaned. "I'm not going to last long inside this cunt." Andrew milked RJ's cock with his hole, massaging its length as it slid in and out. RJ growled and rolled over to Andrew's left, pulling the bottom with him so that he was now on top. "Get in here with me," RJ ordered his other bottom. "I want you both to feel me breed his ass." Tony smiled, tweaking his nipples as he kneeled up on the bed. He positioned himself behind Andrew's fuckhole and admired the tight ass as it ate up his friend's meaty shaft. There was nothing hotter than looking at a cummy hole stretching itself around a hot dick to Tony, and while he preferred to bottom, his hung cock was leaking pre-cum at what he was witnessing. He ran his index finger along the tip of his dick, scooping up the cum to add to Andrew's hole. "Hold still, boy," he whispered. Tony reached behind to touch his own open hole, reaching inside to make three of his fingers nice and slick. He lubed up his cock with the lube that RJ had used on his hole, mixed in with his own ass juice and RJ's pre-cum. And then he pressed in. Andrew tensed briefly, and RJ brought his lips to his bottom's so help him relax. RJ reached over to his left to pick up a bottle of poppers and grab the pipe they had been using. "Fuck," Tony groaned. "I've barely got the tip in." "You ever taken two at once before, Andrew?" RJ asked, positioning the pipe close to the bottom's lips. "Twice," he said, breathing and trying to relax his hole some more for the incoming cock. "Were they big?" "The first time they were average, but the second time they were huge." "How huge?" Tony asked, slowly rotating the head of his cock back and forth alongside RJ's cock. "Both thick like yours," Andrew gasped, growing more accustomed to the raw fucksticks that were opening him up. "My one friend's was eight. The other was closer to 8.5 or 9 inches, and his was the thickest." RJ lit the pipe, and Andrew inhaled deeply, blowing out a big cloud. Tony pushed in some more as the boy's hole opened with the chemical assistance. "I'm going to shoot," RJ groaned suddenly. Tony's huge cock inching in had sent him over the edge. Andrew felt RJ push in deep for one last thrust, and the hairy top's throbbing cock pushed on Tony's with each shot of hot cum that it let loose. Andrew picked up the poppers that RJ had brought over as he shot and took four deep breaths, two on each side. He tightened the lid and set the unlabelled bottle down next to them, collapsing on top of RJ's sweaty, hairy chest so that Tony would have better access. Tony took the hint and continued to slide the rest of his pole deep inside of Andrew. The young bottom was flying, and the second load of cum in his hole made it all the easier to finish pushing in. "God damn, kid," Tony hissed. "Glad I'm making an exception and trying you out. They were right... You feel amazing." "So do you, sir," he replied, glancing up at RJ who had his eyes closed and breathed heavy. Andrew wondered how big of a load he had shot –– or if he was still cumming. Tony slowly picked up pace, and without warning, he let loose a deep moan and came inside Andrew. It was an abrupt ending, but they had clearly been at it for a while. Tony slipped out and pulled RJ's cock out with his. Andrew hastily reached around to scoop up any jizz that tried to escape. The boy rolled over onto his back on the king size bed and settled in to the left of a fading RJ, Tony to RJ's right. The two tops rolled toward each other and passed out on the right side of the bed. Andrew stroked his gaping cumhole. Fuck. Three loads in rapid succession, and he was still high as a kite and wanting more.2 points
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My name is Felix and I've been fucking this bug chaser named Mike for about a year now. He lives in this brownstone in Harlem which is just a big fuck house. They call it the Bareback Bunkhouse (a play on the whole #BBBH Twitter thing). Basically everyone in the house is a slut. You can go there pretty much any time of the day and find an ass to breed. I call him a bug chaser but he was on PrEP. Thing is he really got off taking my unmedicated poz loads. I didn't tell him I wasn't on meds at first. Then one day he asked and I fessed up. You shoulda seen his reaction – he was like a kid in a candy store. I think he woulda taken my load every day if I'd wanted to fuck the same hole that often. He'd literally BEG for me to poz him. I pumped like a load or two in him every week. He even made me promise to never jack off. If I needed to cum and couldn't find a bottom, I just went over and fucked him. And every time he'd beg me to poz him, and tell me how he wanted me to be his "Poz Papi". It was actually really hot. I love converting neg hole, and usually don't play with guys on PrEP 'cause they don't really get into the fact that I'm toxic, but Mike was different… But he did have one rule – we could only do poz talk when there weren't other guys around. This one time I did slip a little though. It was me and this other top fucking him and as I came I said "You want me to knock you up boy?" He replied "Sí Papi!" (he liked playing on the fact that I was Latino). So as blew my load in his ass I said something like "There you go boy, take that dirty load." I didn't think I stepped over the line, but the other top figured it out – his eyes lit up and he said "Are you toxic?" I sheepishly said, "Yeah." I could tell he was totally turned on by it and asked my viral load and I told him a month before it was something like 200,000. He had already blown a load in Mike's hole, but he got really hard and went back to fucking Mike telling him he was a dirty whore, a bug chaser, and he wanted to work my dirty load deeper into Mike's ass. After he blew his second load he pulled out and told me it was really hot fucking a hole that was lubed with high viral load cum. I asked the other top if he ever bottoms ('cause I converting tops). He said 'no' – that taking loads is hot in theory, but he really hates getting fucked. I asked if he were neg or poz. He said neg. I asked if he was on PrEP and he said he'd thought about it, even been in a PrEP related study years ago, but as a top he didn't really feel like he was at that much risk. (lol) I've pozzed some guys who weren't on PrEP, but never had any luck knocking up the "Truvada Whores". I always wished I could, but never was able to (trust me, I tried – repeatedly!) I suggested Mike go off PrEP 'cause I thought being poz sorta suited him, but he seemed to want to keep the whole poz thing as a fantasy – not actually get pozzed. But it seems he he managed to get pozzed anyway. Before we fucked a couple weeks ago he told me "Hey, you know how I always wanted you to poz me? Well, you might have managed to do it… I just found out I'm poz, and it looks like my strain is meds resistant 'cause I've pozzed all the guys in the house, and probably a bunch of other guys too… It's sorta intense when I think about it…" He continued… "You're the only high viral load guy I know that's been breeding me, do you mind if my doc takes some blood to see if I got it from you? I know you're not meds resistant, but they're curious how I got pozzed." I said "sure" and a week or so later heard that my strain was really similar to his except he was meds resistant for Truvada and I'm not. They're wondering if it was because he was on PrEP when he got pozzed. But how did my strain get through the meds and get its job done? My guess is that he's such a slut he just gave the PrEP more than it could handle. I gotta say it's been really hot fucking his hole since he told me about getting pozzed. As a poz newbie I'm sure his viral load was through the roof, and I love toxic fucks! And it's really hot knowing Mike pozzed all those guys without even realizing it. Gotta love vers guys… Poz one of them up and they can spread it like wildfire! I really do wonder if it's a variant of my strain coursing through all those guys… I kinda hope it is… [To be continued]2 points
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I told myself I would just look, I always tell myself that. It was Friday night and I was online. Barebackrt always manages to get me in trouble and just when I was starting to be good again. I sorted through several messages and prospected fucks before coming across one that looked promising. The guy was a little bigger, but not fat, and he had a huge, thick cock. In his message, he asked me if I wanted to come play with him and a friend. He said they would get me high on g and t and fuck me all night. I had promised myself that I wouldn't party anymore, especially not a few days before class and since I had a loving (and in his mind), monogamous boyfriend now. We continued to exchange messages and eventually my slutty side won out when he mentioned how much he wanted me to be a whore and to watch me take several guys' raw cocks and cum. I was on my way to his apartment within minutes. I arrived at his apartment just as the other guy (his friend who he had mentioned) was leaving. I was a little disappointed as this guy was hot but by this point I was in slut mode and just wanted to get high and take dick. I immediately took off my clothes (the guy told me later what a turn on this was for him) and took some g. We started smoking a little while the guy (William) played with my hardening dick and told me what a slut he wanted me to be. This, along with the drugs, made me horny enough to try to ride his thick, 8.5" dick. It took some work but I managed to ride him while he lay on his back. He eventually lifted me up and fucked me doggy (my favorite) while taking breaks to message other guy's online with invitations to use my ass. I wont lie, his dick was painful to take, but it was a good pain and I was in heat. His phone rang and he stopped fucking me to answer it. He hung up and said "A guy is here to fuck you, put your ass in the air and get ready for him." I did as I was told, positioning my self so my ass was in the air facing the door. The guy came in, undressed, and immediately slid his raw dick in my ass. His was definitely easier to take and I was glad I had been stretched out a bit before. The guy wasn't exactly attractive, but he was passing and he had a decent dick that he fucked me with so I was happy. While he pumped away, William watched and told me what a good slut I was. He started taking pictures which really turned me on. The current top pushed me down from my knees so I was laying face down on the bed. He held my face down and fucked me hard, whispering in my ear "I'm going to breed your ass." He started fucking faster and I could feel his balls, thick with cum now, slapping against my ass. He told me he was going to breed me and William urged him on, "Breed his ass." He shot his load up me with a grunt, my first one of the night. He got dressed and left with a thank you and a slap on the ass. William's phone buzzed and he told me that the next guy was already here, "get back in position." I did as I was told again, but this time I had a load in me. The next guy was hot. He was from the Midwest with blond hair, a hot, worked out body, and a nicely sized dick. He took off his clothes and walked over to admired my loaded ass. "He just took a load before you got here," William told him. "Nice," he said as he teased my wet hole with his finger. He slid his ass up my cum-filled hole; his dick felt amazing. It was the perfect size. I moaned like a little bitch as he started fucking me, rhythmically pushing his dick in and out. While he fucked me doggy on the bed I reached around to grab his muscled arms, pushing into his cock as he fucked me. He slid out of me and William immediately shoved his thick cock in, it still hurt but I took it anyway with a slight gasp which quickly turned into moans as he pounded my hole. As he fucked me I noticed that there were 2 other guys in the room now as well, getting undressed. William slid out of me and I moved my ass back into position for the next guy. He was a hot, straight-acting, surfer guy with an amazing dick and this, low-hanging balls. His chest was smooth and tight. He fucked slid his cock in my wet hole and began fucking me like the others. The guy from the Midwest positioned his cock in front of me and I sucked on it while taking the other guy's dick. The surfer guy turned me over and fucked me with my legs in the air and over his shoulders. I wanted to kiss him so bad but he turned away when I tried. I reached down and felt his smooth balls slapping against my ass and his raw dick pumping in and out of my slutty hole. He grabbed my feet and spread my legs in the air as he fucked me, hold my feet. I looked down at his amazing dick fucking my hole. So fucking, hot. I wanted his hot ball sac to unload up me so badly. The second guy to come in started fucking Midwestern guy on the bed next to me. I love getting fucked while listening to another bottom moan next to me. Such a fucking turn on. William continued taking pictures and telling the other guys to fuck me. He told the surfer guy to breed me. He started fucking me more intensely, throwing me over so I was flat on my stomach again and shot his load up my cunt. My second load, I couldn't be happier. He lay on top of me as his balls unloaded into my ass, I reached back and felt them pulse. My ass was definitely wet now. Watching me get bred got the top who had been fucking Midwestern guy really horny, he pulled out and came over to shove his cock in my warm, wet hole. He had a long, curved dick and he fucked hard and fast. My ass must have felt great with the warm cum in it because he came within a couple of minutes. He shot a huge load and I could feel cum leaking out and down my balls as he pulled out. Midwestern guy was up next, he had me lay on my back with my legs in the air as he admired my cum-drenched hole. He slowly teased his hole with his dick, pushing it in and out of the opening to my hole gently. I moaned with pleasure and he rammed his dick in hard, pounding away at my hole. I could feel the cum running down and out of my ass as he fucked me. I reached down to feel his shaft which was slick with thick cum. He pumped me hard for several minutes as I moaned and told him how good his dick felt. I will admit, his felt the best by far. He finally shot his load in me, adding up to a total of 4. William gave me the last load and for once, with all the cum in me, his dick barely hurt at all. He had a huge load for me too. After that, everyone started picking up to leave and I decided to head back home too. My ass was full of cum as I sat down at my computer once I got home and logged onto Barebackrt.1 point
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Part 1 My name in Bradley Bartholomew Barrington. It was during my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18 and was starved for sex. I had heard from people I chatted with on line that the bathhouse was a great place to lose my virginity. I was warned to be careful since most guys who went to the baths preferred to fuck raw. As much as bareback sex war a turn on, I knew it could be risky. Most of my straight friends preferred to fuck their girlfriend without rubbers, but I didn't want to catch anything so early in my sex life. I worked things out with a friend to cover for me so I could hit the bathhouse on a Friday night. I followed some advice I was given and made sure I was 'cleaned out' and ready to be fucked (if it came too that), heading to the bathhouse around 10 pm, trying to get in before it got too busy and they increased the cover to get inside. I parked down the block not wanting anyone to recognize my car in the parking lot and walked down the block. I made sure to have my own rubbers to use and walked down the block. I walked I through the door where a cute guy (maybe in his mid to late 20's) greeted me asking me for my ID and if I wanted a room or locker. I asked how much for each and was told $40 for a room and $15 a locker. I only had $20 and went for a locker. He gave me a towel and a key and told me that with the locker I was good for 48 hours before I'd have to renew the locker. He could tell this was my first visit to the baths and he suggested I check out the hot tub first. I found my locker, stripped down and put my towel around my slim waist. I'm sure to most of the guys there I looked too young to be I the bathhouse. At 5'8", 130 pounds, with barely enough hair above my 7"cock, arm pits and legs they'd all think I was barely 16, but, of course, I had to be legal to through the door. Once I was situated I made my way around checking things out. It wasn't the crowded but I found a cute guy (close to my age by the looks of it, I'm guessing early 20's). I'm guessing he was about 6' and had a nice slim, swimmer's build with a smooth muscular chest. He was sitting on the edge of the hot tub and I guess that was a good place as any to relax for a while before checking out more if the place. I sat across from him and he smiled at me as his cock began to grow (as did my own). He motioned for me to come sit by him and I figured that this was a good if time as any to meet someone. I moved over to his side of the hot tub and sat down as he moved into the tub to join me under the water. He introduced himself as Seth and commented that he'd never seen me around before tonight. I admitted that I had just turned 18 and wanted to check this place out. He told me about himself that he was 26 and came her for the first time about the same age and he was guided in the baths by an experienced older guy. He added that I needed to be careful, that many guys would want to prey on a cute young thing like me. I let him know that I was aware of that and I only play safe and showed him that I bought my own rubbers. He leaned in close to me giving me a kiss on my ear as he said that he played safe too, then suggested we go back to his room and get to know each other better. He now gave me a real kiss on the lips as our tongues mixed in a heated exchange. He then guided my hand to his hard cock and then placed his hand on mine. I could tell he was experienced as we got really into making out. He stood up and took me by the hand leading me from the hot tub, down the hall and towards his room. Once we got to his room we went inside and he shut the door behind us. The room consisted of a large bed, with a TV in the corner and a small bathroom with a shower. He kissed me again as he guided me down on the bed. He paused to ask me if I smoked pot. I let him know that I loved weed. He pulled out a water bong and lit it up taking the first hit before handing the bong to me for me to get a nice hit. He told me to hit it again since he'd smoked earlier I the night. I took five good hits as he urged me on and DAMN, it was good shit! While I was smoking Seth began to suck my hard cock. The more I smoked the more sensitive my cock was getting. I've never had weed affect me like this, and I liked it. After the fifth hit he came up and sucked the smoke from my mouth before I could exhale. This turned into another great kiss before he guided my head to his hard cock. I never realized the size of his tool until I tried to go down I him. I had sucked off a couple classmates off, but none of their cocks were as big as his. Seth sensed my inexperience with his size and coached me as I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. Soon his cock was at the entrance to my throat and I want sure I could take him in any further until he told me to inhale through my nose as I went down on him. The next time I went down I took a deep breath through my nose as I felt Seth's hands on the back of my head. When his cock hit my throat he applied a little bit of pressure I the back of my head and his cock slid into my throat. He had me hold it there for a little while before letting me move back up so I could let my breath out before breathing in again as I went back down. This time I was able to get him into my throat on my own. I began to get a nice rhythm going hoping I'd get my first taste of cum, especially as none of the guys I had sucked in the past had ever cum, so I really wanted to see what cum tasted like. I could tell he was getting close when he pulled me off of his hard cock letting me know there was plenty of time for me to swallow cum later. He wanted to smoke some more with me. He packed the pipe with some more pot and I wasn't sure, but it looked like he added something else, but I didn't care, I was getting alive and getting very horny. While I lit up and took a couple of hits, Seth pulled a bottle of Gatorade from his bag and took a drink then offered me some as he took the pipe from me. After working on his cock my mouth was in need of something wet. I took a big drink as Seth the pipe offering me the smoke from his lungs. After that shotgun I was still thirsty and Seth told me that I could finish the bottle since he had more. I downed the rest of the bottle and took the bong from him and took a few good hits. It was at this time Seth pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs and began to lick my hole. I've read abut rimming and this was my first time experiencing the pleasure. I began to feel very hot and my horniness grew as I seemed to ever a slight fog. As Seth expertly tongued my hole the sensation sent my senses into overdrive. He also began to finger my hole and, as he put it, ready it for his cock. He was gentle at first as he explained he needed to stretch me open and that it might burn a bit as he opened me up. While he was working me open he told me to look at the video on the TV, that what was happening to the twink on the screen was going to happen to me soon. In the video the twink was getting fucked by another young guy. The one thing that caught my attention was that the twink was getting fucked raw, but I knew Seth says he played safe so I wasn't worried. Everything was good with him sticking in one finger. Then he rimmed me some more and warned that he was going to try two fingers with some lube. I felt his two digits ease inside me as he flexed them to help 'stretch me' and I felt the burn he mentioned. It didn't last long before I felt a third finger side I with ease as Seth kissed and licked my inner thighs. He has me moaning as he worked my hole open. When Seth pulled his fingers from I felt so empty I begged him to stick them back inside me. He wasn't one to disappoint as he slid three fingers back in flexing them as he had done with his two earlier again I felt the burn as he stretched me open. This elicited a pleasurable moan from me as he worked in deeply. Then, when he pulled his fingers out, he said it was time to get me laid.1 point
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A lot of times if I go to a sauna, at one point I’ll go into the glory hole section with my ass lubed and press it up against the hole and wait. There are almost never any takers, although once or twice someone might fuck me for a couple of minutes and then leave, or the guy will try to push my ass away to reach through the hole to grab my cock, which means I will just leave. My experiences with glory holes may simply be bad luck, or maybe I don't quite know how they work, but in any event I’ve never had my ass properly bred through a glory hole, although I've long wanted to. One of the very very few times I’ve topped was through a glory hole and I unloaded in the guy's ass, but I’ve never had it the other way, the way I really want. Until Saturday. The towel was on over the door, and the cubicle next to his was empty, so I walked in, making sure I was careful to leave the door open - it’s fun to let people watch. My ass was nicely lubed with a previous cumshot and I press it up against the hole, and waited. I felt fingers inside me, then his cock, long and slow as he entered me. It’s an interesting experience for me: all I know of him is the feel of his cock starting to fuck inside me, and the sounds he’s making from the other side of the wall. No hands on my body, no words, no gazing into his face. A purely deconstructed fuck. And it felt really good! He had the perfect size cock for my ass, thrusting hard enough to trip my body orgasms but without causing any pain. Niiiice! Some guy has stopped by the open door to watch, and I was making a lot of noise as the guy behind the wall starts to get deep into thrusting in a good rhythm. I pressed my ass hard against the wall and could sense he was doing the same, pressing his hips into the wall to achieve the maximum depth as each of us reached a crescendo. As I was aware the top was getting close, I stared into the eyes of the guy who was watching and shouted loudly “Oh yeah, cum in me!” I found myself repeating the words "Cum in me, cum in me" over and over as I really didn’t have much control. I could already feel the body shivers and orgasmic ripples that accompany a good fuck session and my legs are shaking a bit from pressing my ass against the wall - but no matter. It felt so fuckin' good. Then, simultaneously, I felt a warm rush inside my ass. Yessss! Just as from the other side of the wall I heard a breathless “Mmmmmm!” and “uhhhh!” It was so interesting just to feel the cumshot and hear the sound but nothing else. I pushed my ass hard against the wall, taking the guy as deeply as possible. He kept fucking for a bit longer and then pulled out. He was about to leave his cubicle when, in a split-second, I realised I didn't want to know anything about this man, so I quickly shut the door and looked away. Weirdly, it felt as if I was hiding. Clearly I wasn't ashamed as I was happy to let the other guy watch, but I wanted to preserve the absolute anonymity of the encounter. I heard his door open, and he was gone. I have no idea who he was, how old he was, if he was fit or not. Nothing. But I had was his cumshot in my ass, a flying jizzjoy which left me rock hard and smiling, and the memories of the sounds he made. Perfect.1 point
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The following is completely true. I had planned for my evening to follow my rules: I would spend days looking at BBRT and breeding.zone and fantasize about really letting loose, really indulging my desires, but afterwards I would always return to Earth, chastising myself for getting worked up over such risky stuff. I went to Club Orlando as an outlet, a place to get a taste of what I wanted, but I gave myself two simple rules: first, I wouldn't allow anyone fuck me bareback, and second, if I found myself so frustrated that I was on the threshold of making bad decisions, I would simply get myself off - or leave. In the dark room of the maze there is a fuck bench of sorts. I stood near the end of the bench as I was somewhat selective, and certainly wasn't offering my bare hole to the entire room. I saw three other men bent over on the table, and as the room was quickly filing up, I took several huge hits from my poppers, just to keep me on edge. I guess I was feeling optimistic as, before I entered the dark room I had lubed up my ass, and was holding two magnum condoms - just in case. I wasn’t getting much attention, but then again, I was standing still at end of the fuck bench. Just then two older white guys walked through the door way. Each man sported an enormous dick. The two men immediately selected a bottom from the fuck bench and slid in. Both of the tops and the two bottoms were very vocal. Between the general scene and the poppers I was very excited, so when I felt a bare cock between my cheeks I was more than willing to accommodate, but still I managed to maintain my self-imposed rule and handed the guy a condom. The top accepted the condom but made no move to put it on. Instead he pinched my tits, nibbled my neck and rhythmically pushed at my hole - insistently. I was enjoying being played with definitely wasn't interested in getting fucked bareback, so I kept squirming my hole out of the path of his cock head, only to find it returned within seconds, seeking entrance. The intense fucking near us had me really turned on, and the man behind me used both hands to grab my hips and pin me against the fuck bench. I wasn’t ready for it, nor did I think he would all but rape me in a crowded room, still I grunted in pain and surprise as his dick, which was longer and thicker than I had expected, opened up my ass. Bareback. In all honesty I was so completely turned on I barely offered any resistance. The top fucked me for several seconds, using very long strokes. Although his technique was utterly amazing, reality still came crashing home - he was fucking me bareback, even as I gripped the second condom in my hand. I lurched off of him and pushed away at him a bit. As he left the darkroom into the main section of the maze I caught a glimpse of his silhouette: he was an older black man. I was incredibly flustered, the fucking had felt amazing but condoms are a reasonable precaution. I wasn’t ready to leave and took a few more hits of poppers. The older men pulled out of the asses they were fucking and moved down the line, one to the bottom his friend had just fucked, and the other to me. Without question or preamble he started trying to work his big fucking cock into my asshole bare. My hole was so ready it practically sucked at his cock head and I felt an overwhelming desire for it to stretch me wide. I handed the condom back and pressed it against his leg, and he took an arm and bent me over the table. As I was pressed down I felt his cock reach the perfect angle, and my hole stretched wide and open. He fucked his entire cock into me and when his hips hit my cheeks I sprayed cum all over the table. He fucked me with a vengeance, and it felt so good I didn’t bother offering any resistance. I felt him tense up and panicked as the unmistakable feel of a cock pumping cum filled my insides. He pulled his dripping and cummy cock out of me and another set of hands kept me from moving as his companion slipped into me. This one was about as long but much thicker at the head. It felt impossibly amazing working into me, and I felt cum gush down my cheeks and legs as it spurted out around his monster dick. His pace quickened and I felt him add another load of cum to my insides. He pulled out and I heard an audible plop as a gob of cum hit the floor. I was gasping and panting, having spent the past few minutes being fucked like an animal. I saw a young black guy near me, stroking a nice sized cock, and locked in the moment I shuffled my ass towards him and impaled myself on it. He made no effort to stop me and I worked my cummy hole all the way down his shaft. Between the previous big cocks and their loads it was effortless to work his whole cock in and out. He came in less than a minute, and I noticed another man was stroking next to us, so I shifted and was then filled with by the cock of a stranger. I tightened the grip on the condom in my hand as he shot his load into my ass. I left in a panic. Two weeks have passed, and while I haven't yet returned to the bathhouse, there is no doubt in my mind it was the best gay sex I have ever had.1 point
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After work today I went to the 7-Eleven on 19th St just south of M St NW in DC to get a soda. While standing in line the guy ahead of me was on the phone with his wife discussing her trouble picking their baby up at daycare that day (I could hear her even though he didn't have the phone on speaker). He hung up when he paid, and then was at the ATM while I was paying. I noticed he had a cute ass, but didn't think much else about him. We both got outside at the same time. He looked lost. He looked towards me and said that he got his directions messed up in his mind, that he was staying at the St Gregory hotel on M Street, did I know what direction that was? I was heading to the UPS Store, so I let him know I was walking in that direction. As idle talk on our way he mentioned that their baby was six weeks old and that they hadn't restarted having sex yet. To help him out he asked if I knew whether or not he could get a blowjob at Camelot on M Street. A client he was in town to see had mentioned it, but he was afraid to go because he had never done anything with anyone besides his wife. I let him know I wasn't sure, but that if he walked with me, we could go to the CVS so he could get condoms and be 100% safe just in case. After getting the condoms we walked back past his hotel and he invited me in for a beer from the minibar as a thank you. While we were sitting on the sofa in his room, I let him know that he didn't have to go to Camelot to release his built up load, that I could take care of it for him. He protested that he wasn't gay. I told him he could close his eyes and think about his wife's lips wrapped around his dick and the feeling of her tongue and hot mouth as his dick slide in and out of her lips. That had the desired effect--I could tell he wore boxers under his dress pants as a result. I reached for his crotch and whispered for him to close his eyes. As I rubbed his dick through his pants he started getting harder. I slowly opened his pants and he briefly protested that we shouldn't be doing this. I shushed him and managed to get my hand on his dick and moved off the sofa to in front of him. I began sucking on his dick while I got his shoes and pants completely off. When I started sucking on his balls he put his feet up on the coffee table behind me. While I moved between his balls, his dick and his nipples I managed to wiggle out of my clothes. He was thoroughly enjoying himself and chanting Elizabeth, his wife's name. I decided to head south and see if he had been rimmed before. Obviously not. He started rocketing off the sofa! I told him to roll over so he could take his shirt off. While he did that I grabbed the bag with the condom box and put it beside his head on the sofa. Without unbuttoning his cuffs, I pulled his shirt down to his wrists and twisted it up--cloth hand cuffs! Then I pulled his dick between his legs and sucked his knob for a couple minutes getting it nice and wet. Then I went to his balls and again to his tight little pucker. He almost broke my glasses bucking back onto my face. For about ten minutes I slobbered on his hole and slid my fingers down his crack with my fingers to gather spit for my dick and poke in just a little to loosen that tight hole. After ten minutes I went back to his dick which was drooling precum by this time. I also reached into the bag for the box of condoms, took one out, opened it, and started working a hole in the tip--just in case I got him to the point of letting me fuck him; I was optimistic. I rolled the condom down my dick and get a few deep swipes in his hole with my tongue. He was starting to loosen up just a bit. Then I licked up his spine, nibbled on his neck for a bit, and eventually stuck my tongue in his ear. While I was nibbling and tonguing his ear I started gently tapping his hole with the tip of my dick. Just enough pressure that it didn't feel any more threatening than my tongue had. I knew getting in his virgin hole would be a little more challenging, so I grabbed his shirt and slowly started pulling his "cuffed" wrists up towards his shoulder blades. Then using a little more pressure I pushed the tip of my dick into his sphincter until it broke through just enough to be painful. He jerked and said, dude, no! I had to hold his shirt tight. I also held my dick still for a few seconds and then started gently rocking the very tip of my head in his hole. The condom had slipped back enough that my precum was lubing his hole more with each little prod. And then it happened, my whole head slid in and I stopped. He was crying and squeezing his hole against my dick and rocking back and forth to pull away which was rubbing his dick on the sofa keeping him hard. After about two minutes I started pumping just a little. With each thrust his tight sphincter was squeezing more precum out of my dick. He had the sense at this point to ask if I put a condom on. Of course, I said. The precum and spit was enough that I slipped more and more of my seven inch pole into his hot hole. After getting about five inches in I started fucking him. He stopped fighting it because I was hitting his prostate and he was liking the feeling. Obviously I was enjoying the feel of raw virgin ass on my dick and went deeper with each thrust. When he was moaning in total pleasure I let his wrists go and pulled the condom completely down my shaft to get he full bareback affect. Then I pulled him away from the sofa so I could jack his dick while I fucked him with mine. We started getting close at the same time. He blew first and when he begged me to quit jerking his sensitive dick I went over the edge and buried my charged load deep inside him. I hadn't expected to get laid after work so the special treat resulted in at least fifteen major cum spasms with my balls pulled so tight they hurt. I collapsed on his back. Damn that was hot. I stopped taking my meds two months ago so I knew my viral load was high enough for an instant conversion. Thinking about that made my dick stir. Damn if I wasn't ready for another round! This time with him loosened up I started harder and got vocal, telling him I was enjoying breeding his virgin ass. Obviously he didn't know fully what I meant. I lasted a little longer and shot an even bigger load in his ass. Wonder if he'll make it to Camelot? Or if he'll find his way to Craigslist. I love when I have to go off meds. Another notch (or two with Elizabeth!) on the headboard!1 point
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I had some hot nooner fun today in the bathroom at a small real estate office. A married guy I met at the gym emailed me to come play and locked the door when I got there. With little ado we went into the bathroom, and with slacks down around my ankles, he bent against the sink and ate my ass before plowed it hard. It only lasted 10 minutes or so, but damn it feels good heading back to work with a load in my abused hole. There is something about quickies that feel so hot and dirty, and especially taboo when it's with a married guy in his space.1 point
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Well, I just got back from my hookup off Craigslist. I am sitting here typing with 3 loads in my hole. Flashback:: Saw a really hot black cock on Craiglist M4W ads. So, I figured it could not hurt to ask. So, I emailed him saying I would be glad to take care of his cock tonight. He was in. So, beyond the waiting game of exchanging emails to get address etc. He was clear about breeding me. So, I cleaned up and headed off to an anonymous Craiglist ad. taking a black load. OMG, I was hard the whole way. So, I knock and enter, he is a bear type black guy. I strip right away. Shirt, shoes and jeans, no underware on. He lays back on his bed and spreads his legs and tells me "Get to sucking!" So, I climb up between and begin sucking his cock. It swelled in my mouth. I pushed it all the way to the back of my throat and deep throated until I was about to gag. He is moaning telling me how good I was. This went on for a good 45 minutes with me taking a couple mouth breaks. Next, all of a sudden he said "I am eating that hole," and flipped me over ass up and drove him mouth onto my ass, digging his tongue as deeply as possible inside my hole. The stubble on his face like a light sand paper on my crack and ring of my hole. It almost seemed as if his mouth was inside my body. I went crazy moaning and groaning as he fucked me with his tongue. Eventually, however, I asked him to fuck me and without saying a word he pushed my knees up, got me into a doggie position, and drove into my ass not with his cock but his tongue, knocking the wind out of me in the process, as well as slamming into my ass so hard that I colllapsed onto the mattress. While in that position I took a hit of poppers, and repeated my demand that he give me his cock. But he kept tonguing me, making me moan in lust. Finally he dripped a little lube on my hole, aimed his cock head on my hole and then gave a slow, deep no stopping balls-deep push. I moaned and screamed in pleasure, to which he gave a chuckle saying "Oh you hoe you know you want my cock to stretch your whole pussy." I beg for more. he starts pounding hard and deep. He keeps saying, "Oh, my!" I milk his cock flexing my hole to make it tighter and he tries to fuck in. He is loving it. Then, he thrusts deep into me and I feel his cock flex dumping a good load into me. I then beg him to keep fucking it deep. He says, "OK, not sure I can but will give it a try." As I continue to flex my hole, I can feel it grow inside of me getting bigger and bigger (Oh, BTW, he said it was 8 but I only got about 6.5 from my measurement device, my throat.) He starts pumping into me, hard deep fucking. Again, "oh, my!" is a common whisper or rather pant. He then says, "Oh Damn, here it cums!" and again I feel his cock jerk as it unloads in my hole, deep in my hole. I now have two loads in. I tell him to keep his cock in me that I was going to get another one. He said, "Are you kidding? Not sure." I squeeze and release, flexing and I slowly rock back and forth on his semi hard cock. Milking it up and down without it falling out. Next thing, it starts to grow. it is getting harder and harder. He says, "FUCK!" and starts pounding harder then before and said, "I am breeding this hole one more time!!" slammed into me and pumped. I now have 3 loads and an exhausted top. I beg him to keep fucking me that I want more loads. He said he can't he is done. I say, "Do you have any friends who can breed me?" "Sure," he says, "but can't get them tonight. So, you want to do a group?" "Hell YES!""Well, then we will have to make it a gang bang, they are all tops. That OK?" "FUCK YES!" "I will set it up." Then, it was time to leave but I was craving cock and cum. I wanted more. So, we agreed to meet again. So, we will see. Now, I have written this story and his 3 loads are still in my hole. I really want MORE CUM in there. Should I drive 45 minutes to the xrated video place and hope to get fucked there? Should I just drive around and troll Grindr and hope to get fucked? Should I drive 1.5 hours to the Spa and get a room for me to be on all fours? Knowing that I have to work be at 8:30 AM and it's 2:00 AM. Should I get out the dildo and work his cum deep into my hole? OMG what to do? BUT, I hope he sets up the gang bang. Will share that if people want, but need feedback.1 point
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Appearing in porn videos or photos is very liberating. You're saying: this is who I really am. In many ways, it's one of the most honest things you can do.1 point
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I have mostly done this during the rare times I allow guys to fuck me with a condom. Afterwards, I will take the used condom and put the cum into my ass, to prepare for the next guy. No, it is not the same as feeling the hot jizz shooting directly from guys' dicks, but it is piggy, kinky and is (as we know) the best lube. Once, though, while in Berlin (of course), I was having fun with a guy at the lab.oratory who instructed me to go around to collect used condoms. After walking around and gathering several, he lubed my ass with the cum, spread some cum onto his own cock and then fucked me, of course dumping his own load deep inside. Wow!!1 point
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I was surfing Craigslist today, usually a waste of time because of all the poseurs and closeted guys just looking for jerk-off material and pics. But one ad caught my eye, guy claiming to be bisexual, had a motel room not too far from me. No pics, average stats, but what the hell, right? I replied to his ad and went on cruising other gay hookup sites to arrange my Saturday night dose of vitamin D ? To my surprise, he responded to my email quickly and after a brief phone call i was on my way to see him. For once, everything worked out just the way it was supposed to! He was in room 106, nude and stroking when I walked in. I wasted no time in removing my clothes and was in the bed with him within a minute or two. Fuck me! He has a beautiful, large cock, easily seven and a half inches long and just thick enough. After I sucked him for a good ten minutes he told me to assume the position. I knew which one he wanted and so I crouched on my knees and elbows and presented my ass to him. A little lube and bam! He was drilling my ass deeply! Fucking hell, it felt so damned good! I like being deep fucked by a good, long cock; too many guys just aren't long enough to get more than an inch or two inside me but this guy? He was shoving a solid four inches of hard, pounding cock up my hungry ass with every thrust! It was heavenly! We switched around positions, he took me crouched over, flat on my stomach, on my side, and on my back with my feet in the air (my personal favorite). Eventually, he came, squirting his load deep into my ass. After, I sucked his semi-hard cock clean while gently finding his asshole. He told me it has been a while since he had gay sex and I was amazing and that he normally didn't like his asshole being played with. Then he said "Do you want to fuck me?" He went on to explain that he had only bottomed twice before but he felt so relaxed how I was fingering him and that he thought my cock wasn't too big. I reached for the lube, put some on my hand and worked it into his asshole, then stroked my chub into a full hard-on. I got off the bed while he knelt on the edge of the mattress and stuck his ass out. I stepped up to his sexy butt, pressed my bare cock head against his hole and began pushing gently into him, further with each thrust. We both grunted when my cock head entered him fully and then it was just pure pleasure for both of us as drove my bare cock into his raw asshole. J fucked him for six or seven minutes straight before my balls tightened up and I came inside him. He was begging for it the whole time, wanting me to blow my load in him. So I did. I squirted my toxic seed deep into his body, where it probably still is as I write this. He didn't ask and I didn't tell. Fucking has never been better!1 point
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Totally envious of those who can hold the piss in all night! I manage about a half hour at best. I would also love to have my mouth on these guys' assholes when they wake up in the morning!1 point
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New installment to take everyone's mind off the election...however you voted. We've all had ENOUGH!!! ________ Chapter 19) When I woke the next morning, I felt much more rested. I hadn’t set an alarm, so I wasn’t sure what time it was. I took a look at the clock on the nightstand next to my bed. It was 8:30 a.m.; I’d gone to bed early, 10:30 p.m., so doing a little quick math that meant I’d slept probably about eight and a half hours, figuring in an hour and a half of being awake and getting fucked by Trent. I put on my robe, and wandered into the kitchen. My mom was already up and dressed in gray pants, a bright red sweater and gray suede flats; I could smell coffee and toast. “Good morning my sweet angel,” she said, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “You look much better, did you sleep well?” I debated for a second and decided to go with a version of the truth in case Trent had mentioned anything. “Mostly. I had a nightmare,” I said, and she frowned a little at that. “I got up, made tea, and petted Maxi. And Trent heard me or saw the light and talked to me for a while. He’s really good at this, mom. He knew just what to say.” She sighed. “I’m glad to hear he was helpful, but you know you can wake me up if you need anything at all.” “Yeah,” I said, nodding. “I know. Maxi did a great job of comforting me, too.” “I’m so sorry,” she answered, and looking down at the floor, then looked back up and burst out with, “I wish we’d never sent you to that awful place,” her face drawn, a combination of guilt and fury. “You would have been better off here.” “None of this is your fault, Mom. Or Dad’s. You had no way of knowing.” “Are you sure you don’t want to come home?” she pleaded. “And do what? It’s too late to apply to a college in the City.” “You could sign up for some classes for spring semester with one of the extension divisions, take piano lessons, you always loved that and…” “Mom, you don’t understand,” I interrupted. “I need to be with the others at the house. They all know exactly what I’ve been through, and it makes it easier.” I debated telling her more, and decided to go with the truth. “I don’t ever sleep alone. Mike and I have slept together every night since it all started. If I have a bad dream, we talk about and then I can rest. And my friends need me. I started the whole thing, how can I leave just because it’s hard?” She shook her head and looked heavenward. “I wish you weren’t so much like me.” “I’ve been saying that for years,” my dad said as he joined us. “He gets his stubbornness from you,” he said affectionately, kissing my mom good morning. “And his sharp tongue from you,” she said, kissing him back. Maxi came in the kitchen, his tail wagging, obviously ready for breakfast. Close behind him was Trent in a black long-sleeved t-shirt that clung to his chest and arms and black jeans, his hair slightly damp from the shower. He gave me a faint smile. “Good morning,” he said. “Good morning,” my mom said. “Darren told me that you talked with him last night,” she said. “Thank you. I hope you didn’t lose too much sleep yourself.” He glanced at me quickly and I gave what I hoped was an imperceptible nod. “Not a problem,” he answered. “It’s part of the job.” I could feel laughter threatening, so I knelt down and patted Maxi. “Are you ready for breakfast Maximillian Amadeus?” I cooed at him, while I stroked his head. I went to the cabinet, got his food and poured some in his dish; Maxi danced around me excitedly as I put his bowl down. As always, he attacked it as if he hadn’t even seen food in months. We all sat down for breakfast at the kitchen table. There was a choice of a couple of healthful cereals, yogurt or milk, whole-grain toast, fresh fruit salad, juice and coffee. “Sweetie, both your father and I have to go to work today, but we’ll be back in time for dinner. There’s plenty of food in the refrigerator for lunch, or you can go out if you want, but of course Trent has to go with you. And I think you should make sure to take it easy and rest today.” “So I’m not under house arrest?” I said. My father rolled his eyes. “No. But you have to do whatever Trent says to do.” I smiled, and exerted all my will power not to either look at Trent or to start laughing. “No problem, I understand. We’ll be fine, see you tonight.” Mom used her phone to order an Uber car for both of them (their offices were about a block from one another’s), kissed me on the cheek, grabbed her purse and laptop case, then she and Dad threw on their coats and left, hurrying to avoid paying a wait fee. Trent and I sat for another five minutes finishing breakfast. “I think we can safely say they’re really gone for the day. So, what should we do?” I asked Trent coyly. His lips twitched. “I can think of a bunch of things we could do,” he said reaching out and taking my hand. “But I think it’d be good for you to get out for a little while.” “You up for braving the Black Friday crowds?” I asked. I needed to find gifts for Mom and Dad and of course all my friends in the frat. He grimaced. “I’m sorry, Darren, too hard to keep track of you in those crowds. How about just a walk in the neighborhood?” I sighed. “Oh, well, I’ll do my shopping online. We could take Maxi for a walk in the park, he’d love that. And then we’ll come back here and have lunch,” I said laying enough emphasis on the last word to make it sound like an indecent proposal. “Mmm,” Trent said, with a broad grin. “Sounds delicious.” “When does Nick come to relieve you?” “Around dinner time, then he’ll be with you through Saturday. And we’ll both go with you to the airport.” “Well, I’d better get washed and dressed.” I showered and shaved as quickly as I could, and pulled on gray cords, a navy turtleneck with a light blue sweater. We went to the closet and got our coats, Maxi trotting after us, whining. When I took his leash out of the coat closet, where it hung on a hook, he went mad with joy, racing around, barking, and then jumping on the door, his tail wagging furiously. We stopped to greet Jan, today’s doorman, before taking Maxi across the street to the Theodore Roosevelt Park where there was a dog run. Jan was an older man, maybe in his 60s, quite tall, a little overweight, with a bushy white mustache and eyebrows. He looked very imposing in his maroon uniform and overcoat. “Mr. Darren, so good to see you,” he said in his heavy Czech accent. “You, too, Jan. You’re looking well. This is Trent,” I said. “He’s…uh…” I hadn’t considered how to introduce him. “One of your bodyguards. Your parents told me on their way out, and there’s a page of instructions for handling packages, deliveries and callers for your apartment. So quickly you got into trouble at school? You’ve been there only two, two and a half months.” I could feel Trent stiffen defensively; he didn’t realize that Jan and I teased one another constantly. I tugged hard on Trent’s coat sleeve as a warning and said, “Just making myself at home there.” Jan roared with laughter at my deadpan answer, and Trent visibly relaxed. “Never a dull moment with you, Mr. Darren, eh?” “That’s life in the fast lane,” I said as my parting shot. Maxi insisted on inspecting every pole on the way to the corner. I hated to rush him, he was so happy to be outside, but the clock was ticking for me and Trent. We finally got across the street and took him to the dog run. We sat on a bench and watched him run around and play with his doggie friends. I greeted a couple of people who I knew by sight from the dog run, but not by name. “You know, Darren, I could call Nick and see if he’ll join us for lunch.” My brow furrowed, and I said, “What?” “I could tell he thought you were cute. I’m surprised the jeans you were wearing didn’t just go up in smoke from the way he was scoping out that hot little butt of yours.” “Is this a regular thing for you two?” I asked, laughing in disbelief. “Not exactly, but he got, uh, cozy with a client once before.” “Wasn’t he wearing a wedding ring?” I asked. Trent gave me a surprised look. “Yeah, you noticed?” I nodded. “He’s married, but he and his wife…” “His wife,” I echoed, completely flummoxed. “Yeah, he’s bisexual. I guess you’d call it on the DL.” “On the what?” “On the DL is short for on the down-low, it means he’s discreet about hooking up with guys.” Sounded to me like a nice way to say he was trying to fool himself and everyone else, but that was probably sort of harsh. I wasn’t in a position to throw stones, and didn’t really want to set myself up as a judge of other people’s lives. “Anyway, he and his wife had triplets and their sex life has dried up completely,” Trent continued. “Why does he stay with her, then?” I said incredulously. “He loves her and his children and doesn’t want to leave. It’s just the kids need a lot of attention right now. Both of them have to work to make ends meet, she’s an Emergency Room nurse with crazy hours, too. Both his and her parents take care of the kids for them when their work schedules overlap. So there’s not much time for them to be together, and when they are it’s focused on the kids.” “I see. I guess,” I said. “Hey, a guy’s got needs. And it’s not like he’s going to leave her for a guy, as much as he enjoys sex with men. He’s Latino, Dominican on one side, Cuban-Italian on the other.” A triple whammy: according to Carlos a lot of Latin men thought nothing of having a wife, a mistress, a girlfriend and a boyfriend, and he had that coming from all sides. “I bet he can get away, and we could have a lot of fun together,” Trent said persuasively. I thought a minute. “Okay, why not?” I wondered if they’d ever made a movie about this situation. Trent texted Nick to call him then extended the invitation once they were speaking. I assumed that Nick was either out of earshot of his in-laws and the kids or responding yes or no and not “hot damn, sure thing I wanna plug that hot little ass.” While Trent explained what was going on, I got Maxi and put him on his leash. “He said he can get here in half an hour. He’s already at his wife’s parents in Morningside Heights with the kids, he’s going to tell them that he’s got to be here earlier than planned,” Trent said as he stowed his phone in his coat pocket. “That has the advantage of being the truth. Sort of,” I said. “This is going to be hot, we’ve never done a three-way,” Trent said. “What about that other client?” I asked. “I’m not into women.” “Oh,” I said. It was a little, well, weird how this guy apparently would fuck almost anything on two legs. I assumed he wasn’t into barnyard fowl. At the same time it was kind of hot, and a real balm to my battered self-esteem that two hunky guys wanted to fuck me. And of course, there was the whole not-so-inner-cumslut thing. We stopped at the front desk when Jan offered Maxi a treat. I was a little nervous, wondering what he’d think when Nick got here early and if he’d say anything to my parents, but realized that he’d go off duty at 4:00 PM. Mom and Dad wouldn’t arrive here until 5:30 or so. Then I worried that a neighbor might hear us and figure it out, but told myself the apartments were old with thick walls. The nerves were more likely because I’d never been with a guy who was on the… DL, that’s it. Would he be strictly “wham bam” and then no thanks? I comforted myself with the knowledge that Trent was a sensitive lover, so it didn’t matter so much what Nick was into. When we got upstairs and hung our coats and I stowed Maxi’s leash. Maxi was totally worn out from running around and playing. He went to one of his favorite spots, near the radiator, and curled up and went to sleep. Trent disappeared into the guest room, then reemerged having traded his jeans for his sweats. I didn’t quite know what to do with myself, so I grabbed a bottle of water and offered some to Trent. “You seem kind of tense,” he said. “There’s nothing to worry about, we’re both total stallions.” I rolled my eyes. “It’s good to get information from such an objective source.” “Let’s sit down and relax,” he said, taking a seat on the sofa. I started to sit next to him when his arm went around my waist and he pulled me into his lap, which made me laugh. “This is relaxing?” I said twisting around to look at him. He smiled back and said, “Sure,” and brushed his over mine, then started kissing and licking the back of my neck. I was grinding against him and gasped out, “I still wouldn’t call this relaxing…but don’t stop. He snickered then opened his legs and said, “Sit on the floor in front of me.” I did as he asked, and then he started massaging my shoulders. “Now we’re talking,” I said, sighing as he hit on some tense spots. After about five minutes of that, the phone rang, which was likely the doorman. I ran to it and picked it up on the third ring. “Hello?” “There’s a man here named Nick,” Jan said in a low voice. “He says he’s one of your body guards, but your parents didn’t mention anything about him coming.” “He’s just running way ahead of schedule, I bet there was a misunderstanding,” I improvised. “Describe him for me.” I sighed. “He’s about 5’11” I guess, around 190 pounds, dark hair, coffee-colored complexion, looks like he could be mixed race.” “Yes, that’s him. I’ll send him up.” “Thanks for being cautious, Jan. I really appreciate it.” “He’s early, got here in 20 minutes,” said Trent. “Guess he couldn’t wait.” A few minutes later the doorbell rang, and I opened it. Nick was there looking VERY good. He had a rolling carry-on suitcase and was wearing an unbuttoned dark trench coat over an unzipped hoodie with a gray t-shirt that showed off his pecs and tight olive green pants. “Come on in,” I said. He didn’t waste any time once the door was closed. As soon as he’d parked his carry-on next to the door, pulled me against him and covered my mouth. While he, er, uh, greeted me, he fondled my butt: tickling the crack and squeezing the cheeks as if judging muscle tone. I broke off the kiss and, breathing hard, leaned against him. “Can I take your coat?” I asked breathlessly. He and Trent, who had joined us in the vestibule, laughed. I took Nick’s coat and hung it in the hall closet. “Can I get you anything?” I asked Nick. “No, I see everything I want right here, muchacho,” he answered, grabbing my butt again. I couldn’t help myself, I started laughing. Probably nervous laughter. There was no point in being coy – I led the way to my bedroom. Once we got in my room, Nick took me in his arms and started to kiss me again. Trent pressed snugly against my back and traced the hairline on the back of my neck with his lips and tongue, his hands holding my hips in place. Nick broke off the kiss to say, “Grab my ass, pull me close.” I did exactly as he said. He was one of my bodyguards, so I had to obey, right? Nick’s tongue filled my mouth, his lips were soft; I could feel his muscular arms tighten around me, and then he started to grind his pelvis into mine. He broke off the kiss to lick my neck and ears while Trent played with my nipples. Between the two of them they were getting me very worked up. For that matter, we were all revved, the light tang of sweat filled my bedroom, if not the entire apartment. “Let’s get this boy undressed,” Nick said. “I want to see that tight little body.” Trent pulled at my sweater, so I raised my arms, while he efficiently stripped off both the turtleneck and the sweater at once. Nick was undoing my belt and opening my pants; Trent knelt to untie my shoes, and help me to step out of them, then pulled off my socks. Once that was done, Nick pulled down my pants and underwear together. I kicked them aside. “Oh, yeah, baby,” Nick said. “I want to see your ass,” as he turned me around to face Trent. I felt Nick’s lips on my butt cheeks, kissing me, then he spread them and started to kiss my asshole. “So perfect. Round, smooth, made for a man to fuck” he said, then his tongue was working the hole. At the same time Trent kissed my neck while he stroked my nipples with his fingers. Then Trent replaced his hands with his mouth suckling on my nipples, and with his left hand stroked my dick and my balls while his right arm went around my back. I was twisting moaning, but neither of them let up. They pretty much had me immobilized, with pleasure if nothing else. I could feel the warning buzz start in my cock – if they didn’t stop, I was going to shoot. “Uh, guys?” I gasped out. “I’m going to cum in about a minute.” As soon as I said that, Trent knelt in front of me and took my dick in his mouth while he played with left nipple and stroked my balls with his right hand. Nothing was going to stop me now: I could feel my entire body tense agonizingly, then release in what felt like a burst of color. Trent swallowed as my load spurted in his mouth, and Nick was fucking my asshole with his tongue. My hips bucked and I started to laugh and tried to pull away from the intense sensations that crowded in on me, but at some point Nick had locked his legs around my ankles and his arms around my thighs, preventing me from moving at all from the waist down, other than the thrusts of my pelvis as I finished climaxing. “Yeah, that was hot,” Nick said. “Real sweet on my end of things.” I drooped between them. “Any chance of my being able to sit, or better yet, lie down? Otherwise I may just collapse on one or both of you.” The laughed and released me. I tottered over to my bed gratefully and lay down. “Muchaco, are you okay?” Nick asked. “Terrific,” I said as I arranged my pillows to prop me up. “Never better. Sorry to ask after both of you put in all that effort, but…could I have a drink of water?” “Sure thing,” Trent said, and went to the living room and retrieved my bottle of water. “FYI, Max is still completely knocked out.” “Like dog, like owner,” I said between sips of water, eliciting more laughter. Both of them were still standing over me. “Anyone want to join me in bed?” I said playfully. Fortunately when I’d moved in this room as a young teenager my parents had left the full-sized bed that my nanny had slept in. It would be a bit crowded with three, but workable. “Sure thing,” Nick said. He took off his running shoes and t-shirt, then knelt over my face, pressing his crotch against my face. I knew immediately what he wanted, so I inhaled loudly, then began to nuzzle and lick his crotch. The smell of his musky pubes filled my nose, and I could feel his dick straining against the confines of his clothes. “Wow, you been trained well, muchacho,” Nick groaned. “My boyfriend,” I said, then went back to worshiping his crotch. It was simpler than explaining that in addition to Mike, who I considered a boyfriend, I had a houseful of fuck buddies, though I really only regularly had sex with six of them. I wondered what they’d think if told them I’d been gang-banged on more than one occasion, so I’d had plenty of practice. “Yeah, that’s it, sniff my man scent deep like a good boy,” Nick growled. I shifted my head a little, but he pulled it back in place. “Did I say to stop? Keep that face buried in my crotch until I say to do something else.” His macho, domineering talk was incredibly exciting. I could feel my dick start to harden again, even though a few minutes ago I thought they’d totally drained me. “Hey, Nick, he likes it. He’s getting hard again,” Trent said. “Sure he likes it. I know a submissive slut when I see one. You want a turn?” “Yeah, man,” Trent said, and he replaced Nick, pressing himself against my face. I could feel the soft knit fabric against my face and his scent came through strongly. It was clear he’d decided to dispense with any kind of underwear…assuming he hadn’t gone commando under his jeans. “Oh, yeah, you do that really well,” Trent said. “Whose smell do you like better?” “I’m not sure…I’ll have to spend more time comparing to decide,” I answered seductively. “We can make that happen, muchacho. Move over, man,” Nick said. They arranged it so that I was in the middle of the bed, Trent was to my left, Nick was to my right. “Okay, sniff me now,” Nick said. It was a little awkward, but I rolled on my side and Pushed my face against his hard dick; the outline was showing clearly through the front of his pants. “Now me,” Trent said and pulled me over onto my other side. His dick was hard; I could feel the entire length of his shaft against my face. “Hmm, I still don’t know” I said. “Yeah?” Nick said. “Then try this,” and he moved so that he was kneeling over my face and pushed his ass over my nose. His butt was hard and muscular; the smell was strong, masculine. “You really like that,” he said, pinching my nipples. “You’re oozing pre-cum.” My dick was hard, painfully so. “Okay, now try me again,” said Trent, seating himself on my face as Nick made way. The soft fabric of his sweats really meant my nose was totally buried in his ass crack. “It feels really good to have your nose buried in my ass.” I shifted my head trying to get a little air, but Trent just pushed his butt against my face even harder. “Yeah, my butt is in your face, and there’s nothing you can do about it, baby. Let’s hear you sniff, deep, get my manstink in your nose.” “Hey, man, you wearing anything under those sweats?” Nick asked. “Just a jock strap,” Trent answered. “Then I get another chance before he decides,” Nick demanded. As if I was really going to choose… “Sure, I don’t want the bitch to miss out,” Trent said. Nick was taking his place, but he’d stripped off his pants and was wearing a pair of black bikini briefs. “Yeah, bet you can really smell it now,” Nick said as he sat on my face so that his ass crack was just in front of my nose. I could see his muscular back, tight waist that swelled into a body-builder’s butt. I not only inhaled loudly, I pressed my tongue up into his crack. He moaned in response. “You’re making me crazy,” he said breathlessly. He pulled his briefs down and pulled my face into his smooth, naked ass. “Lick that hole. Eat my ass, bitch,” he ordered. I happily did as ordered; Nick was rubbing his ass over my mouth and his hard dick against my chest. “I have to fuck you now, got a five-day load that I want to dump inside that hot little ass.” He pulled back and I got my first good look at his dick. It wasn’t any longer than Trent’s, but was as thick as Carlos’ massive meat. “Lube,” I said. Trent stepped into my bathroom and came back with the bath oil, and handed it to Nick. Nick spread the oil on his dick, took some more and put it on the outside of my asshole, pushed one, then two, then three fingers inside me. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and jammed his cock in my ass in one stroke. “Youch…wait a minute, that’s flesh and blood!” I exclaimed. “Take it, muchacho, take it. Not gonna last long inside that tight little boy cunt, gonna make you take my cum inside your hole” he said as he thrust deeply. Time to bring out the heavy artillery: I reached around and stroked his balls and ass simultaneously with my right hand, then tickled the shaft of his dick as he drew back. “Oh, yeah, do that, play with my balls, my ass, my dick. My wife is a hot fuck, but she doesn’t know to touch my ass like you do.” It only took another couple of hard thrusts before his back arched and he shouted, “I’m cumming, that’s five days of my spunk flooding your ass. Take it all.” Then he collapsed on top of me, and kissed me roughly and deeply on the mouth. “Damn, you’re one hot little piece.” “What’d I tell you?” Trent said. “My turn, now.” Nick kissed me again, carefully pulled out – his cock was still hard. He saw me look at it wide-eyed. “Yeah, there’s plenty more where that came from. I’m gonna fuck you as many times as I can before your parents get home.” Trent mounted the bed, saying, “Roll over, I want to fuck you while you’re on your stomach.” I immediately rolled over and spread my legs; he grabbed a pillow and put it under my hips, then lined his dick up with my ass and pushed in. “Thanks for lubing him up for me, man,” Trent said to Nick as he sank his dick inside me slowly. He laid down on top of me; I could feel his hairy, muscular chest against my back as he started to pump in and out of my ass. “Wow, it’s even better the second time,” he gasped. His thrusts were coming harder and faster, flesh slapping loudly on flesh. He was giving me an amazing prostate massage…and I started to cum onto the pillow under my hips. Yikes, I was going to have to change my sheets and launder them to hide the evidence. “Oh, baby, your ass is squeezing me…here I cum…” Trent slammed hard against me three times, then froze. “I’m mixing my cum with Nick’s. We’re going to take turns in your butt and fill you so full of spunk you’ll be able to taste it.” And then my phone pinged with an incoming text message…1 point
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boymatt23 at it again with a few buds http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/ORGY-29427361 ORGY! Orgy pretty much summaries what happens. I found a slutty cumdump for the 5 of us. We all take turns loading up the cumdumpster. One at a time, our seed does deep into the sluts hole. You can even see us tops try our hand at being versatile. Plenty of cum, ass and cock.1 point
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First time was not planned. Took my BF's raw cock and load while we were staying in a hotel and didn't have access to condoms but were horny to get it on. My second load (and every one after that) was on purpose. That first load is all it to to take me from safe sex condom queen to bareback bottom cumdump. My BF and I never used condoms again after the first time. Having his cum inside me was the best part of fucking. After we broke up I went back to condoms for hookups but it wasn't long before I needed bare cock and loads in me and started going bareback with anyone. Once you've experienced the pleasure of another man filling you with cum there is just no going back. It's the only way you will want to fuck from that point forward.1 point
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Love it! Had a few small experiences where the guy did it, but I don't think they pissed much. Then my husband did it...full load of piss all the way up my ass after he'd been fucking me for a while. After he'd drained it, he proceeded to continue fucking me. In pretty short order, that piss started working its way down until it just started erupting from my ass. He's pounding my ass doggy style & with every pump, more & more piss is just spraying out of my ass. I started to pull away which instantly told him what to do...He punches me in the middle of the back, knocking the wind out of me. I'd been holding myself up with my arms but just collapsed. My ass was still in the air...sorta. He grabbed me by the back of the neck with one hand, grabbed my waist with another & held me in place while he continued to pound my ass. It was the most intense feeling I'd ever experienced...It wasn't exactly painful, but definitely overwhelming. I'm a pretty solid power bottom, I like it to hurt a bit, I get off on tops that enjoy making a bottom suffer, but this..... I had tears streaming down my face as he kept a hold of me, pumping my ass...just feeding off my whimpers & whines until finally I could hear & feel him getting close. Those last few seconds as his screams started to build felt like an eternity but eventually I felt his warm, thick jizz start to flood my ass & I knew it was over. He made me turn around & suck his dick afterwards. I was rock hard...& he saw it. After I'd cleaned his dick, he made me stand up. He got on his knees & sucked my dick until I shot my load into the back of his throat. It didn't take long That whole session blurs my memory but I'm pretty sure I was horny as fuck & made him pound my ass again after we slept for a few hours1 point
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My first time was not planned. Guy came over very late one night, we'd been chatting online and both fucking horny and needing to blow before bed. We both said we always played safe, so it sounded perfect and I invited him over. It was supposed to be a quick fuck so I didn't bother inviting him any further than the living room. He had a very nice thick piece of meat, so I sucked him for a while, but I was thinking ahead, so I had left condoms and lube on a table off to the side, but also already had a plug up my ass. He slipped the plug out of me and just entered me, without raising a question about the condoms and I didn't protest. I'd been wanting to try bare for a long time but always chickened out. He fucked for a little while and it really filled my hole, and then he pulled out saying he was close and asked "Do you want me to finish?" "Fuck yes," I told him, so he just slid back in and bred me. Only after did I realize that he was asking me if I wanted him to cum in me, but what was done was done. I probably panicked for about a minute, and then spent the next several days insanely horny and hungry for more. After that, bareback was not a choice - it was a requirement.1 point
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You are right on target. The first time was an accident, or so I thought until the dude who stealthed me wrote about it here (as he left, he told me he was going to and that I should look up this site). I recognized myself in the account. Turns out he planned all along to hook as a bottom and then flip and stealth with a condom he'd fixed to break. When I realized I'd been played, I started reading more online and learned there's a huge number of dudes who get off on stealthing, even if it's just breeding but not necessarily pozzing the bottom who thinks he's playing safe. I was pretty naive, I guess. The more I read about it from twisted tops' point of view, the more turned on I got, and the more normal the idea of BB sex became--for better or worse. The second time for me was at Slammer in LA, where I was totally looking for a top who wanted to fuck raw. I get the appeal of stealth for tops, but as a bottom, I wanted to do it with someone who liked filling a dude's ass to overflowing. I never wanted to play safe again after realizing how amazing it feels unwrapped.1 point
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Chapter 18) I was awoken by a loud buzzing…no it was a shrieking sound; I fumbled with my alarm clock but it didn’t stop. That’s when the sleepy fog shrouding my brain cleared a bit and I realized it was the new alarm. Someone was trying to break in, or more likely it had been set off by accident. Cursing, I reached for my sleep pants, while Carlos did the same. Then there was someone pounding on the door of the room. I started to get out of bed to open it, but Carlos pushed me back, and said, “No, Darren, let me check what’s going on.” I made an exasperated sound and started to argue, until Carlos unlocked the door and I saw Rod standing there. “Get in the bathroom now, lock the door and close the shutters,” Rod ordered. “What?” I said, as I struggled into my sleep pants and t-shirt. “Someone is trying to break in, they’ve thrown a brick through the window. The police will be here in a few minutes, but you need to do what I’m saying. Now.” His military training was in evidence in the way he was ordering us around. “C’mon, baby, move it,” Carlos said. “I’ll come with you,” he said to Rod. “No. Stay with Darren, and take his cell phone,” he said grabbing my phone and shoving it in Carlos’ hand. “I’m going to sneak out a side window and try to catch the son-of-a bitch in the act.” Carlos didn’t look happy, but nodded and hustled me down the hall. “Who would be stupid enough to hang around after the alarm went off?” I argued, dragging my feet. Then I heard a distant crash between the beats of the bleating alarm, and what sounded like firecrackers. “Get him in there and lock the door,” Rod shouted at Carlos. “Don’t turn on the light until the shutters are closed, and don’t come out of there until either the police or I say it’s okay.” “What about you?” I said, still resisting being hustled into the bathroom. “That sounded like gunshots or something, it’s dangerous…” “Darren, this is what I do for a living, this is why your parents hired me. Shut up and do what I’m telling you so I can deal with these fuckers.” Carlos scooped me up and carried me into the bathroom, slammed the newly-installed heavy metal door, locked it and then groped his way over to the window. “We can’t just leave him out there,” I said. “He’s here to keep you safe and I’m going to make sure you let him do his job,” Carlos said, still fumbling for the shutters. “My phone has a flashlight, give it to me,” I said. He gave it to me, and I turned it on. “Aim the light at the floor,” Carlos barked. “You don’t have to shout,” I said, and then heard another gunshot outside the bathroom window. I gulped and immediately did as he said. He finally got the shutters closed, and I turned on the light. I sank down on the floor, sitting on a little throw rug with my back braced against the cabinet under the sink. I wondered how long we’d have to be locked up in here. On the one hand, it was secure as far as intrusions, but what if they decided to set fire to the house? How would we get out? I tried to relax and stop thinking up worst-case scenarios. But I was certainly good at them. The bathroom had been converted to a panic room, something I’d put down to general paranoia on the part of Uncle Jeffy and my parents. It seemed like they were right, after all. ———————— “Your luggage is in the car parked at the bottom of the steps,” Rod said as crisply as if he were a drill sergeant speaking to new recruits. “I’m going to exit first and open the back door. Darren, exit the house quickly, get in the back seat of the vehicle and duck down. Immediately. Carlos lock the front door of the house, then get in the back with Darren. One of my partners is driving us so I can accompany you inside the airport.” I was tense and exhausted; even after we got the all-clear, neither Carlos nor I had been able to get back to sleep. Rod hadn’t been able to catch anyone, and by the time the police arrived it was pretty obvious whoever had been trying to break in was long gone. The popping sounds turned out to have been firecrackers, not guns, though it looked as if someone might have taken some shots at the front of the house with a pellet gun. The police had come and gone, taken our statements and the video disks from the security cameras. Carlos had set it up so that the cams backed up wirelessly to a Dropbox account that he or Uncle Jeffy could access, so we’d still have a copy. I wanted to argue that this was a lot of fuss over what amounted to a stupid prank, but Rod made it clear that he wasn’t going to take any back-talk. I did exactly as Rod said while he hovered next to the car, and as soon as he and Carlos got in and all doors were shut we headed for the airport. We were going to be hours early for our flight, but Rod and the police decided that it was safest for us to get to the airport and go through security. No one would be able – theoretically, anyway – to get a gun or any kind of weapon past the checkpoint, and Carlos would be with me and could offer physical protection if needed. He was keyed up, ready to punch out anyone who even looked sideways at me. I hoped there wouldn’t be an incident while we were travelling. I was worried that because Carlos was Latino, the TSA and the airlines would probably shoot first and ask questions later given the current poisoned political environment. “Can I sit up, yet?” I asked. “No,” said Rod. “Not until we’re on the expressway.” “Stretch, out, baby, put your head in my lap,” Carlos said. “Now isn’t the time for romance,” I said sarcastically. Carlos scowled at me. “You’ll be more comfortable, and maybe you could catch a nap. You look worn out.” Put like that, the proposition had its advantages, so I stretched out as best I could using Carlos’ muscular left thigh as a pillow. I was on my side; Carlos stroked my hair, then kneaded the muscles where my neck met my head with one hand. I all but purred, and felt myself relax enough to doze lightly as we made our way to the airport. From the way Carlos gradually stopped the gentle massage, I gathered he’d dropped off, too. Rod subtly stood guard while I checked my bag – Carlos only had a knapsack – ensuring that no one got too close. He stuck with us until we’d cleared TSA security, waving goodbye. Part of his holiday weekend would be spent making sure the broken window was repaired, and he would monitor the house remotely via the security cams. Once we’d boarded the flight, Carlos insisted that I take the window seat so he could be a buffer between me and the aisle. I decided not to argue about it, and resisted pointing out that anyone sitting in front or in back of us could still get to me. Carlos said, “I still think we should have called or texted Mike. “What for?” I said for what felt like the millionth time. “There’s nothing he can do, it’ll just spoil his vacation.” Carlo gave up since the jet was going to take off and we had to turn off all electronics. “Baby, I could come with you to New York if you want,” he offered. It was tempting, but I didn’t want to ruin his time with family. “No, I’ll be fine. You should go spend time with your family. I’m sure your parents want to see you, especially with all the fuss over the frat and the legal stuff going on.” He thought for a minute. “All I’m going to do with them is eat dinner, watch football with my dad and some of my brothers and hang out. If I go with you, I get dinner,” he said glancing at me for my nod of verification, “I could still watch football and hang out, plus we could have more awesome sex.” I laughed. “It’s a thought. But you need to unwind and if you’re with me you’ll feel like you have to be my bodyguard.” “And what a body I’d get to guard,” he leered. We went back and forth some more, but he finally conceded that his mom would be upset and disappointed, so he couldn’t really blow off the weekend with family in DC. ———————— “Darren,” I heard my dad call as I exited the concourse at LaGuardia airport, and then I saw him waving. What an intense relief: I’d made it home in one piece. Not that I’d really believed anyone was going to go to the extreme of following me on the flight to harm me, but the events of the last 24 hours were enough to make anybody nervous. It’d been harder than I anticipated to say goodbye to Carlos after we exited the jet way, and I’d found myself looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was trailing me. Given that the vast majority of passengers getting off their flights headed for baggage claim and ground transport, it meant that I’d walked quite slowly, letting everyone pass me. Just to be safe. This warred with my instinct to run as fast as possible and head for home immediately. It would be good to be back on my own turf, just a face in the crowd that was New York and best of all with no bodyguard to dog my steps I’d be able to breathe. Now I was home and could relax. “Dad,” I said, throwing my arms around him. I was so happy to see him, and that’s when I noticed the two guys in dark clothing standing behind him, watching us. They literally screamed “security” without saying a word. Both were, typically, stocky and muscular; one was a little taller with reddish-brown hair; the other was a Black guy, possibly mixed race, a bit huskier. “Darren, this is Trent and Nick, your security guards for while you’re home,” my dad said. So much for normal. “Oh please, is this totally necessary?” I said irritably. “Darren,” my father said sternly “someone tried to break into the house at school. You’ve obviously rattled a number of people, some of whom have no problem using violence to intimidate you and may try to harm you. I’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to your wellbeing.” “Rod called you,” I said sourly. “That fucking fink…” “I pay him to watch over you and to keep me, your mom and your attorneys informed.” “Fine. Whatever. Can I ask you guys a question?” I said addressing the two Men in Black. “Sure,” one of them, the taller white guy who I thought was Trent, answered. “Is it obligatory for security guards to have monosyllabic names?” I snapped waspishly. Both of their mouths twitched. “You can call me ‘Nicholas’ if you want,” the Black guy said. At least I’d gotten who was who correct. We collected my bag, got into the discreet black sedan with tinted windows that were probably bullet proof and then made the trek to the Upper West Side apartment where I’d grown up. The building was over a century old and had a tastefully ornate Beaux Arts façade. Our apartment had originally been my maternal grandparent’s home, but they’d elected to relocate to Florida years before I was born and had sold the place to my parents for a ridiculously low price. The Planetarium and Natural History museum were right across the street, and Central Park was just a half a block away. They’d always been my favorite places in New York, and as a child were my version of a neighborhood playground. “Mr. Darren,” exclaimed the doorman, Javier as I got out of the car. “Welcome home.” We shook hands warmly; I smiled at him and said, “Thanks Javier. How’s everybody? The wife, the kids…?” “All doing beautifully,” he assured me. “The oldest started high school this year, and the baby is in kindergarten.” Nick cleared his throat loudly, I rolled my eyes. “My handlers want me to get inside and go upstairs,” I said grumpily. “Have a nice holiday,” smiling at Javier to soften my momentary fit of pique. I didn’t want him to think I was irritated with him. I’d save that for the Men in Black. The elevator ride was very quiet, though it was possible that everyone else could hear me fuming. Once we got off the elevator, I could hear our dog barking. As soon as Dad opened the front door that led into the foyer, we were greeted by the manic amber dachshund. “It’s Maximillian Amadeus Grandiamus,” I said, scooping up the wriggling dog. He was beside himself, whining, barking, and licking me everywhere he could reach. “Maxi, you didn’t think I was gone forever, did you? You knew I’d be back…” and that’s when I lost it, and started crying much to Maxi’s dismay, so he licked me in the face. Everything I’d been through: nearly being choked to death by Daddy Scorpio, dodging a potentially fatal illness, the insults and threats and last night’s attack on the frat house came crashing down. “Darren, you’re…sweetie, what’s wrong?” my mother said when she realized I was cuddling the dog and crying. “I’m sorry,” I sniffled. “I’m just, I don’t know…I was looking forward to being home and back to normal for a few days. And then I get here,” I continued, glancing at Trent and Nick, “only to find out that I’m under house arrest.” I saw the bodyguards exchange glances. What that meant, I wasn’t certain, but it probably was along the lines of wow-what-a-messed-up-brat-we-have-to-deal-with. Mom stepped over hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. “Sweetie pie, you’re worn out, and after last night it’s not a surprise. I’m betting that you’ve drunk too much coffee and eaten too much sugar on the way here.” It was as if she had a built-in junk-food sensor. I’d drunk several glasses of iced coffee and had a carrot muffin, a chocolate croissant and a cranberry orange scone while we killed time in the airport. I was pretty wired. “I thought I’d make omelets for lunch – does anyone object to cheddar and mushroom?” Mom addressed that last question to the room, and since there was no answer apparently no one minded and the Men in Black were having lunch with us. She’d chosen mushroom and cheese omelets because they were my favorite – a comfort food. “There’s tomato soup, I’ll make you some chamomile tea and after lunch you can take a nap. You’ll feel better once you’ve had some good food and gotten a little rest.” My mom – there was nothing that food and sleep couldn’t fix. I put Maxi down, and with his tail wagging madly, he went over the Men in Black. They smiled down at him and each gave him a pat on the head. If they were nice to Maxi, they couldn’t be all bad. I scrounged in my coat pockets for a tissue to dry my eyes and hung my coat, then took a deep breath and said, “Trent, Nick, let me hang your coats for you.” Wordlessly, they handed their dark coats to me, and I hung them in the closet. “Hey, what about me?” my dad said, apparently trying to be funny. “You’re not company, but sure, I’ll hang your coat,” and took his battered camel colored moleskin car coat. Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, worried that if they breathed too loudly I’d shatter again. “I’m going to unpack, and then I’ll set the table, Mom.” “If you’re not too tired,” she answered. I had to demonstrate to these guys that I wasn’t a spoiled brat. At least not 100% of the time. “Why don’t I help you with your luggage?” Trent said. “It’s really not necessary, but thanks,” I said, leading the way to my bedroom. Maxi skittered after us, not willing to let me out of his sight yet. Our apartment was large by New York standards, three bedrooms and three-and-a-half baths with a living room, dining room and an eat-in kitchen. The floors were classic herringbone, the ceilings high, about 12 feet. My room had pale-blue walls, with a large blue and green abstract-patterned area rug and dark blue drapes over cream vertical blinds. A grouping of photos was hung on the wall, there were a few more displayed on desk; there was a reproduction of a Morris Louis painting and a framed poster from a long-ago Monet exhibit, too. “Nice place you have here,” Trent said, trying to make small talk. “Thanks. I guess I take it for granted, to me it’s home.” He set down the suitcase, and I opened it on the floor, and started to take out my clothes and put them away. Max decided to “help” me unpack by thoroughly inspecting my suitcase and its contents. Once he was satisfied, he jumped up on my bed and made himself comfortable on the blue, white and green striped duvet. Trent checked out the closet, stepped over to each of the windows and looked out – assessing the security or lack thereof, I suppose – then opened the door to the bathroom. “Hey, this is great, you have your own bathroom? It’s like you have a private studio apartment.” “Yeah. The view is the back of the building, but it’s quiet. Only the living room, dining room and master bedroom have any kind of view anyway. I had a nanny until middle-school, and this was her reoom. Once she moved out, I nagged my parents to let me take it. I think they decided it was easier to let me move in than to deal with my griping.” He smiled at that one. Now was the time. “Trent, I’m sorry about being such an asshole…,” I began. “No apology necessary. You’ve been through a lot from what I’ve heard, and last night must have been frightening.” I paused as I tucked my underwear in the dresser and just nodded, suddenly unable to speak. “You want to tell me about it?” I sighed and shrugged and sat on the bed; I gestured to Trent to sit on my desk chair, which he turned to face me. Max nuzzled my right hand, then rolled over for a belly rub. “What’s to tell? One minute I was asleep, the next the alarm was going off. I figured it had gone off by accident. My friend Carlos was sleeping in my room and he was just going to check what was happening when Rod, my school bodyguard, knocked at the door and told us someone was trying to break in. They broke a couple of windows, and I could hear what sounded like gunshots, but turned out to be firecrackers. The guard insisted Carlos and I go in the panic room and said we couldn’t come out until either he or the police cleared it. We were in there for about an hour before he said it was all clear. That was it for sleep, so we went to the airport early and hung out until it was time for our flight to go. The police suggested it because it was unlikely anyone would be able to smuggle a weapon past security.” “Do they have any idea who did it?” Trent asked. I shrugged. “The police have the security cam recordings, but I haven’t heard if they were able to see much on them. Rod tried to catch them, but whoever it was had already left. Probably some locals who’re pissed at me for messing up the football season. The University’s football team is big deal in that town, and I blew open a whole sexual abuse ring that the coach was running.” “So I’ve heard. That took a lot of guts.” “I didn’t feel like I had a choice. It was just wrong what was going on, the way the guys who are my friends were being used and abused. I had to do something.” “You really didn’t have to,” Trent said. “You could have just come back home and your parents definitely would be fine with that even now.” “Maybe,” I answered. “But how could I sleep at night? And I need my friends there, and they need me. I got them into this mess, I can’t run off as soon as it gets hard. So I’m not just a totally spoiled brat.” “Never said you were,” he answered with a grin. “I bet you thought it,” I said back, smiling at him. He was kind of cute, I noted now that my irritation had abated. Not as good looking as Mike…but definitely attractive. “Your parents told us you had a mouth on you. I see that they’re right.” At that moment my phone chimed, signaling an incoming message. I looked and my heart leapt – it was from Mike. “Call me,” it said. “Excuse me, I’ve got to call, uh…” “Somebody you’re happy to hear from, it looks like,” Trent said. “My boyfriend,” I said sheepishly. His eyes flickered – disappointment? Hmm… “I’ll give you some privacy,” he said, and left the room. I was pressing the return call icon on my droid before he even left my bedroom. “Darren, are you okay?” was the first thing Mike said. Not hello. And he hadn’t called me Darr or Honey or Sweetheart. I had a feeling this was not a good sign. “Sure, I’m fine,” I answered. “Why didn’t you call or text me?” he demanded. “About what?” I said, playing dumb. “Darr, don’t fuck with me. About what happened last night. Why didn’t you contact me? I had to hear it from Rod and then Carlos.” I sighed. “I didn’t want to spoil your vacation. There’s not much you could have done. I’m fine, Carlos is fine, even Rod is fine. A couple of the windows in the house, not so much, but they can be replaced.” “You should have called me first thing this morning.” “What about your family? How would you explain an early morning phone call like that?” “All right, well, you could have texted me,” he blustered. “Oh, yeah, great idea,” I said sarcastically. “‘Mike, someone tried to break into the house last night, Carlos and I spent an hour locked up in the safe room, but we’re fine. Have a nice day.’” “You could’ve texted me to call you when I could. That’s what Rod and Carlos did.” Duh. “I didn’t even think of that,” I said, chastened. “I didn’t want you to worry.” “Well that didn’t fucking work out, did it?” He was seriously pissed off at me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make it more real, I guess. I’m safe, though. I’m at home and my parents hired a couple of security guards to watch over me.” “I’m glad they have some sense. You can’t do this, Darr, you can’t shut me out.” “I wasn’t shutting you out, I was planning to tell you on Sunday as soon as I saw you.” I argued back. “I’ll bet,” he snapped. “I’ve gotta go now. I’ll see you Sunday,” he finished and hung up. No “I miss you.” Not even a goodbye. I rested my head in my hands; Maxi seemed to know I was upset, so he got in my lap and nuzzled my face, then rolled over on his back. I petted him absently. This was going to be the worst Thanksgiving in history. ————————— I was in the frat house…where was everybody? The layout was different; somehow my room from home had been transported here. I thought I heard Maxi in my room and went to look, but then I was in a different room…the sub-basement room? The walls were covered in black velvet, but there were windows. I heard shouting and looked out of the window, there were people pointing at the house, which now was just the one room I was in, and the walls were just fabric like a temporary pavilion. The crowd was angry and yelling something – I couldn’t make out the words – as they walked towards the house. I looked out the front of the house and there were more of them…where was my panic room, where was the basement…I couldn’t find a safe place and now they were inside and I couldn’t move fast enough… I woke up gasping for breath. It took me a minute to remember where I was, and another to stop hyperventilating. Just a dream, just a dream, I told myself. I went to my bathroom, turned on the light and drank some water. I wondered if I’d shouted out loud and if anyone had heard me. I turned the bathroom light off, checked the time: 3:30 AM. I lay back down and tried to go back to sleep, but the dream still haunted me. I ached to have Mike here with me, or Carlos or Aiden or Aaron or Ike. They’d tell me it would be okay, and hold me until I calmed down. I should have let Carlos come here. I should have listened to him and contacted Mike. I tossed and turned…finally I gave up and went to the kitchen. Maybe I’d make myself some more chamomile, and that would help. I pulled on a robe over my pajamas and navigated by memory in the darkness to the kitchen. Once there, I turned on the light in the hood over the stove, and as quietly as I could got a teabag, put it in a mug, ran water over it and then put it in the microwave. It would be less noisy than using the kettle. I heard the jingle of Maxi’s collar tags as he joined me in the kitchen, looking at me with wide, imploring eyes, clearly hoping for a snack. “Can’t you sleep either, Maxi? Let me get you a treat,” I said, and went into the cupboard and got him his favorite, a liver snap. He wolfed it down as if he’d been starved for days. Then the microwave started to beep, so I ran and silenced it, taking out my cup of tea. I took it into the living room, turned on a lamp next to the sofa where Maxi joined me. The tea was still too hot to drink; I blew on it and took a few cautious sips, and petted Max. Two days until I saw Mike. I didn’t know what to hope for. Maxi was deliriously happy, though, rolling over on his back, and petting him seemed to calm me. I remembered reading that petting dogs could lower blood pressure and decrease stress. I heard quiet footsteps, and looked up to see Trent in the doorway, dressed in NYU sweats. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” I whispered. “Your parents pay me to sleep lightly,” he said, taking a seat in the armchair nearest the sofa. “I guess you drew the short straw, staying here on Thanksgiving.” We kept our voices down to avoid waking my parents, though their bedroom was at the other end of the apartment and with its own private bath. He smiled. “It’s okay. Nick and I switch off holidays when we need to, and your mom put on quite a spread for dinner. What are you doing up?” “I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I’m having tea and petting Maxi, which I hope will relax me.” “He’s a cute dog. Loves you to death.” “He kind of loves everyone,” I said. “It’s hard to compliment you,” Trent said with a lopsided smile. “Sorry?” I answered, feeling puzzled. “I tried earlier when we were talking about your situation at school, and now the dog, too. He hasn’t jumped up to greet me, so I think we can say he’s pretty attached to you.” “Okay. I guess that’s true. Dogs never stop loving…” I said on a sigh. “The call with the BF wasn’t so great, huh?” he asked sympathetically. I huffed out a breath of air. “Do my mom and dad pay you to read my mind, too?” “I don’t read minds, but you were excited to get his text, and since you called him you’ve been dragging around looking miserable. They do pay me to be observant.” “Yeah, it wasn’t a great call. Actually, it was a total disaster. He’s angry because I didn’t call and let him know what had happened, and he found out from Rod and a frat brother. He called, we argued, he yelled at me and hung up without even saying goodbye.” “I’ve seen this before. It’s not really you he’s angry at.” “He does a great impression of being angry at me.” “Trust me. He’s pissed and feeling guilty that you were in a dangerous situation, that he wasn’t there and that there’s nothing he can do about it.” I just shook my head and looked away. “And you had a nightmare, didn’t you?” I was surprised and I’m sure it showed. “What makes you think so?” “Darren, I work with individuals who need protection from people who want to hurt them. That’s a stressful situation to put it mildly, and most of them have nightmares and don’t sleep well. It’s hard to be in that position.” I felt a wave of relief. Someone finally knew what it felt like for me. Everyone else just told me to do as my security told me to, and that I’d be safe. In the meantime I was a wreck, constantly braced for the worst. “Did your training include being a psychotherapist, too?” He chuckled, still keeping his voice down. “No, but I worked as a bartender for a while. You learn how to listen doing that job.” “Yeah,” I said. “I had a nightmare, an awful one.” In a replay of our earlier conversation he said, “Want to tell me about it?” I told him about the dream in detail; it had been terrifyingly vivid. “I guess it’s not hard to interpret is it? Classic anxiety dream: threatening crowd, no one to help me, no place to be safe.” “It sounds pretty bad,” he said sympathetically. “I’ve had others over the past few months, but Mike was always there when I woke up.” “And you just had a big argument with him, which makes it worse.” I nodded, felt my eyes burn, but successfully stanched even the suggestion of tears. I’m not going to cry over Mike if he’s going to be a jerk. Trent moved to sit next to me, put his arm was around my shoulder. “You’ve had a hard couple of days, and you need to try and get some rest.” I didn’t want him to take his arm from around me…it felt good. Reassuring. But I nodded and stood, moving towards my room. “Isn’t Max going to come with you?” Trent asked. “I wish. No, he’s been very well trained. He sleeps here in the living room, or if he’s hot will curl up in the guest bathroom on the tiles. I tried to get him to sleep in my room when I found out I hadn’t been accepted at my first choice college. My mom even gave her blessing, but as soon the lights would go out, he was scratching on the door to leave my room.” “He’s a funny little thing,” Trent said as we left the living room. “Thanks for listening to me,” I said once we were at the short hall that led to my room, and held out my hand. He took it in both of his, and gave it a squeeze. I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, but he zagged when I zigged and, somehow, our lips met instead. It was like static electricity, a brief shock; then as if it were the most natural thing in the world, his arms were around me and we were kissing. Seriously kissing. I broke it off. “I’m sorry, that was really inappropriate,” I gasped. “Yeah, I know,” he answered. And we kissed again. We somehow made our way to my bedroom without really breaking the kiss, apparently quietly enough that my parents didn’t hear us. Both of us were breathing hard; I was practically crawling up his body, so he quickly lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me over to my bed and laid me down, then blanketed me with his body. I could feel the weight of his muscular body on mine, his lips moved delicately over my jaw and neck. He was pushing my robe off my shoulders, and I started to pull at his sweat shirt. In short order we were both naked, and we launched ourselves at one another, kissing, licking, biting and caressing. His hands were warm, lightly calloused; I shivered as he stroked my back and shoulders. “You have a beautiful body,” he murmured. “If you’re into wire hang…” he cut me off with a kiss. “Just say thank you,” Trent whispered. “Or better yet, tell me what you like about my body.” I giggled. “Everything,” I sighed, a little theatrically. “Your muscles,” I said kissing his right biceps and then trailing kisses across his furry chest to his left arm. “The way you touch me, the callouses on your fingers. Your lips,” I added and kissed him. “And of course…” I finished, stroking his hardening cock, and playing with his balls both of which looked to be every bit as big as Mike’s. He closed his eyes, his jaw dropped and his head dropped back as he gave a low groan. I moved down and began to lick his cock head, teasing, light touches of the tongue along with little kisses, then moved to his thick shaft and gave it the same treatment. “Where did you learn to do this?” Trent gasped out. “You’re what – 18?” I looked up at him coyly. “I’ve been studying hard since I got to college.” I moved to his balls, using my lips and tongue like I had on his dick, and kept going behind his balls. He shifted a little so I was able to lick his asshole; he gasped and I could feel his hand on the back of my head, holding me securely in place. As I rimmed him, I stroked his balls and his dick, eliciting another moan from him. Then he was pulling me up, and planted his lips on mine. “God, I want to fuck you so bad…” I smiled seductively and went to my bathroom and retrieved the bath/shower oil I used on my skin. I put some on my hand and rubbed it on his cock, then took some more and lubed up my butthole, then laid back with my legs spread. He looked down at me with a startled expression on his face. “What?” I said. “Don’t you want me to use a condom?” I hadn’t even thought of it, I was so used to bareback sex. “I’m on PReP,” I explained. “It’s covered.” He gulped. “You’re sure?” “Positive,” I answered. “Just fuck me…I want it so bad,” I whispered. He took my legs over his shoulders, lined himself up and started to push gently inside of me, almost as if were afraid he’d hurt me. Since I’d been fucked six times by Carlos the night before, taking Trent’s dick wasn’t difficult, even though he was quite well endowed. He slid in with no resistance from me and no pain at all. Quite the opposite – my own dick was hard as a rock. He pulled back and then thrust in again. “It’s been…I don’t know how long since I fucked someone bare, your ass is so sweet. I want to make it last…but you’ve got me so turned on…” he gave an inarticulate cry, and began thrusting against me with hard strokes, grunting as he did. “I’m gonna cum…take it…” and he pushed all the way in, his balls against me. I could feel his dick spasm as he shot his load inside me, and that’s all it took for me to shoot my own load all over my chest. He slumped on top of me and covered my mouth with his. I could feel his heartbeat race in counterpoint with my own. “You weren’t the only one who was turned on,” I said, stroking the back of his neck. He propped himself on his elbows and grinned. Then he grimaced, his expression serious. “I shouldn’t have done this.” “Hello? It wasn’t just you, or did you forget about my being here, too?” “It was totally unprofessional…” he began. “Totally naughty, and that’s why it was so much fun,” I said, interrupting. Then I remembered everything we’d just talked about. “Besides, it’s what I need right now…to feel desirable.” “Your boyfriend is an idiot if he lets this come between you. And I’m betting he’ll cool off in a few days.” Trent pulled himself carefully out of my ass. “I wish I could sleep with you, but that’s probably a really bad idea.” I nodded in reluctant agreement. He stood, used my bathroom to take a leak and clean up a little, then pulled on his sweats. I was still in bed, now feeling warm and drowsy. He sat next to me, and kissed me again. “Think you’ll sleep okay?” I inhaled and sighed deeply. “Yeah. Thanks.” “See you in the morning,” he said, and slipped quietly out of my room. I wonder if my parents pay him for that, too? I thought as I slipped into deep, untroubled sleep.1 point
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Part 2 Seth said it was time to get me laid as he worked my virgin hole open. I really must have been tight cause when he was working my hole open with his fingers I could feel a burn as the muscles stretched. Seth climbed up on the bed and was kneeling between my legs. I got a good look at this 20 something stud about to take my virginity. I was a little surprised and shocked at the piece of meat he had between his legs. It wasn't fully hard yet and I was guessing it was over 8". Seth then leaned in and gave me a kiss. I parted my lips granting his tongue full access. As our tongues wrestled I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my hole. Then I felt the tip of his tool began to press in where nothing had ever been before except for his own fingers. When I felt his big mushroom head pop in I thought I would be in terrible pain. On the contrary, it felt so right. He held still in me giving me time to adjust to his penetration. I simply looked into his eyes and told him to keep going. For some strange reason my hole felt a hunger that could only be satisfied by a cock. Seth slowly sank in deeper, going slow. He seemed to want my first time to be one I'd never forget. When he finally bottomed out balls deep I was ready to be his bitch. He slowly pulled back out and then thrusted back in which brought a moan from me and a pleasurable look in Seth's eyes. Seth slowly began to piston in and out of my hole as we looked at each other. The feeling seemed to be so overwhelming, my senses seemed to be heightened. I was amazed at how good my first time was starting out to be. Seth fucked me like that for a long time. I reached up and touched his face as we kissed again. Then I was curious to how his cock was sliding in and out of me that I reached down between our two bodies to feel the piece of man meat penetrating me. I felt the base of his cock as it moved in and out of my hole. I was suddenly shocked that I could not feel the bottom of the rubber. Seth told me he played safe, did he trick me? I think Seth saw the look on my face as I realized he was fucking me bareback. But the look on his face seemed to calm my fears as he began to pound my hole and made the fuck feel 100 times better then it had started out to be. I could not let this go and asked him to stop and put a condom on his cock. He "seemed" a little shocked and said that he was so much into me and my body and making my first time memorable he forgot to put one on. Then he added that it was actually too late since he had already flood my hole with 2 loads. The look in his eyes and the sensation of my first time had me giving into his bareback fuck. The thought of fucking raw was a turn on for me and if this is how I am to start then so be it! When I was getting tired of holding my legs in the air he suggested that we switch to me on all 4's and he'd fuck me doggy style. He got behind me and slipped his cock back in so easily. At first I thought I felt a slight burn as he penetrated me for the second time of the night, but quickly resumed his assault on my hole, making me feel so good that I quick;y forgot about the burn I felt. As Seth fucked me in this new position I heard a key being placed into the door of the room. I was surprised to see the cut guy from the main counter walk in naked closing the door behind him. Seth told me that he was Randy and that they were roommates. Randy always joins him after his shift so that they can chill in the room and fuck. Randy walked right over to the bed and got on his knees in front of wagging his soft cock. I needed to direction as I took it into my mouth and began to give him the best blow job I could. Seth's assault on my hole was reaching a climatic spot as I began to feel Randy's cock grow in my mouth and took him (with expertise I learned with 'friends' at school I had the occasion to suck off) down my throat. Randy was shocked I was able to get him into my throat without gagging as he commented to Seth that I was one hell of a cock sucker. Seth let Randy know that he he liked my throat he was going to love my ass. I could feel Seth's cock begin to grow inside me as his pace quickened and his breathing became ragged. I knew he was about to cum inside me. God only knows how much cum he already deposited inside my formerly virgin ass. As Seth was reaching his eminent orgasm I was getting Randy nice and hard. I figured he'd fuck me next. The question in my mind was do I let him bareback me as Seth already has.1 point
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The first thing that needs to be said is that fucking someone who's unconscious or passed out isn't "practically rape," it is rape in the eyes of the law. Now these cases typically involve sorority girls who drink too much rather than guys in bathhouses, but the point still stands and a top who fucked a passed out guy could technically be prosecuted. From the perspective of being a bottom, I'm of two minds about this. I really love the idea of the anonymity...the not knowing who fucked me. But I also really, really enjoy the experience of getting fucked and if I wasn't present for that, I'd kind of feel like I'd missed out. I guess I'd put it this way. If it happened, I'd be fine with it. But it's not a scenario I'd seek out for myself. As a top, I'd leave you alone. I want my bottoms responsive enough to participate in the sex. If all you're going to do is just lie there, I'll find someone else.1 point
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I back up on gloryholes in adult bookstores a few x a week. I've had gono of the butthole a few x but I can't stop. What level does that make me? ; )1 point
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Fantasy of mine to have someone empty used condoms in my ass before fucking me. Using that cum as lube.1 point
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Love playing with used condoms. I like to put them on (the ONLY kind if condom that goes on my cock) and wank with the anon load all round my cock head. Like to massage some of the cum down my piss slit too. Also like to finger some up my arsehole. If a top absolutely insists on fucking me safe, I make sure I get to play with his cum afterwards - it usually ends up in my arse anyway.1 point
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This is a real story (I am Dutch). I started to be interested in the same sex when I was a young guy. I had my first gay experience with an older gay in the park while I was fishing. A few years later I was driving a moped. I went from school to the city Centre of Arnhem to by some school supplies. I parked my moped just across the street near a bus stop and cantina. When I got back I saw that there was a public toilet at the back. I needed to wee so I went in. there was a wall neck high that blocked the view on the 3 urinals behind it and 2 toilets with doors. I went for the urinals and while taking my leak I looked around and also into the urinals. I looked... and got surprised about all the sticky/creamy stuff that was largely covering the urinals. It took a few seconds before I got shocked by the fact that it was cum.. loads of cum that was covering them. My cock instantly jumped and started to grow! Now I now noticed the extreme horny smell that ran up my nose of piss and cock/cum. My 1st fetish was born... other men’s cum! I started to lift up the cum.. grabbing it between my fingers (I know sounds dirty) but I was extreme horny! As soon as I managed to get the sticky/creamy cum on my fingers I smelled and... YES IT WAS CUM! I now knew what I wanted to do so I did.... smeared it over my knob... pushing it loads under my foreskin and covering my cockshaft. I wanted to start to wank when I noticed that someone came in. It was slim older guy around 60. he came standing next to me and flipped his cock out. I looked to the right but kept my head straight. I saw him stroking his cock.. a thin small cock with a long foreskin. I got so turned on just standing there. I noticed the guy was now clearly looking at my cock licking his lips and before I could react... he grabbed my cock starting to wank it instantly. He also bent over and wanted to slide his mouth over my cock. I got so surprised and exited that I jumped back and stuck my cock back into my pants and ran out to my moped. I did not drive of... but stayed outside looking into the toilet block what was going on. in 20 minutes time I saw several guys go in and staying longer in than a normal piss takes. after about 25 minutes the block looked empty.. so I went back in to find/see loads of fresh cum covering the urinals and floor. My cock got crazy hard in my pants so I let it lose. And started collecting all that fresh cum for my already sticky and cum smelling cock. After my cock looked really messed up with cum I wanted to wank and unload. I looked at the two toilet blocks and saw that one was free. I instantly went in locked the door en dropped my pants. My cock was rock hard and I started to wank slow making sure not to spill all the horny cum that covered my cock. I saw while wanking that my knob was getting creamy.. sticky white like wiped cream. I was so horny that I did not noticed the movement on the left wall... it took minutes before I noticed a pretty big hole in the partial wall. It was approx. leveled at my middle and had a diameter of 6-7cm. I observed.. and then got shocked when I saw an eye looking at me... there was somebody on the other site looking at me while I was wanking. I wanted to stop and leave but saw the guy stuck his tongue through the hole making licking movements. My head and hormones where raging. my horny feelings and urge to unload overcame my holding back and I stepped up to the hole and stuck my cock through. I got instantly sucked into a warm and wet mouth that gave me my first blowjob... a perfect one not feeling any teeth. This guy knew how to suck cock. I was trembling and closed my eyes working my way up to a heavy orgasm. He moved around... also also licked my balls... licked my cockshaft...and then swallowed all it 18cm of length. He played with me because he did not let me orgasm. every time I was almost climaxing he pulled out.... then after about 10 min. He stopped sucking... I got irritated still standing there with my hard pulsating cock. He then grabbed my cock .. and I thought that he was starting back again so I pushed forward... feeling this warmth grabbing my cock again. This time it felt even better and warmer... It felt horny super fucking great! the guy then started to go back and forth milking my cock. And I started fucking his mouth through the hole because I now wanted to unload... I needed to cum my ball where full of cum. I enjoyed the incredible feeling and started to work up to a heavy orgasm. I not started to tremble and making some moaning noise... making sure that he noticed that I was about to shoot my cum up his mouth. He did not pull back so I went on towards my climax. My orgasm was so heavy that I got weak in my knees. I shot ... 6-7 time a spray of cum until I got empty. The guy had still my cock in his mouth. while I started to pull back my cock I looked down at the hole.... and got shocked! I saw that my cock was sticking up his ASS and not his mouth. When I pulled out a spray of my cum came with it. my cock looked very messy, sticky.. and smelled heavy like SEX/Pussy... no brown stuff. I stuffed my cock away and got out of the cubical... and went straight for my moped. just before I drove of a guy came out of the cottage... it was the same old/slim gay that wanted to grab and suck my cock at the urinals. he had a big horny smile on his face. No need to say that from that time on you could find me every day after school there for 1-2 hours. I shot so many load of cum in that cottage it must have been liters of cum into mouths and ASS. That place made sure that my 2nd fetish was born... GLORYHOLES AND OTHER MENS CUM COVERING MY COCK!!1 point
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Well, I got out my dildo and fucked his loads deeper into my. Using only his cum as lube. Fair amount of cum in 3 loads. Really would like replies so I know whether to keep writing or not.1 point
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Good job! That's what being a bookstore whore is all about -- letting yourself get used as a cum receptacle without knowing who or what is pumping your ass full of cum.1 point
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I've always turned on by glory hole fucking. I did it a few times with condoms but eventually progressed to taking raw cock, which is even better than I imagined. Probably my best experience so far was yesterday at the Vault in London. I've generally found that I can't get access to the glory holes as guys squat in them, but yesterday I was there at lunchtime. The place was quite relaxed with good traffic. I sucked a few nice cocks - eventually started sucking guy with really thick long juicy cock who was really dominant - after a while I backed up onto his cock and he slid into my well lubed hole - then fucked me long and hard - the partition was shaking and you could hear him banging against it - i was sniffing poppers and moaning in joy - I was desperate for his cum but unfortunately didnt get any - but did get to suck his cock again after it had been in my arse. Then went back to a work with a happy twitching arse - would have been even better to have been sitting in the meeting I went with cum leaking out of me - maybe next time.1 point
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Love anon gloryhole bottoming. The best part for me - apart from getting their load balls deep of course - is after you've spent a little while sucking them, when you stand up, turn round and slide onto their cock, that they don't either pull away or leave - knowing then that they want to breed a hole too. Then of course the raw fucking and breeding, which is of course what you were hoping for .......1 point
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I love getting fucked through a glory hole. Unfortunately I am tall and it is difficult because generally the glory holes are cut in the wrong position for me. Still, I'm glad some men like the anonymity. It really doesn't matter what the top or bottom looks like, his age, etc. The top has a cock that needs an asshole and I have an asshole that needs a cock. Too bad some people play the "you're not good enough for me" game in person. They just look right through the guy on the other side. I don't understand the arrogance. Your cock (or ass) will love it. Just do it.1 point
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Take it where u can get it. Risking getting caught is half the rush.1 point
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Hooded and ass up in a dark San Francisco motel room tomorrow. Message me if you'd like to join in and breed me.1 point
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He fucked me raw that first night. When he took his shirt off I saw the biohazzard tattoo amongst all that fur, muscle and his other tattoos, but I didn’t care: having spent much time looking at various raw sites and Tumblr, I knew I was a chaser and wanted nasty raw seed in my ass. Jeff likewise either knew as much, or at very least was a gifter, 'cause the first time he fucked me that night he fucked me raw, using only my spit as lube. The second time his cum served as lube. Needless to say, the next day I was very sore and found it somewhat uncomfortable to walk around. When I saw Jeff at the club the day after he came right over to me, ad I greeted him asking "Hi, how are you?" I was in lust for him. His furry chest and his eight inch uncut cock hit every one of my buttons, and Jeff knew it. He fucked me again that day and a few days later. On that night he inserted a plug up my hole and told me I was going to be his. I played dumb and asked him what he meant. I was told that he was toxic and that I must know that by the tattoos. Honestly I did, and I was a young horn dog of a guy. I took not only his cock but the cock of anyone else he said. Most were poz and never on meds, some were so nasty but I was always boned by them. Over the first year I became the PIG that I was meant to be. He showed me how to work my body and use roids to shape it. I took every load offered to me and my hole was stretched over and over again. When I got sick, Jeff came and took care of me and even dropped a few more toxic loads in my cunt to make sure I was good. The pig in me came out more and more. I worked on and pumped my nips to nice big fat erasers and my hole became nice and puffy. I barely showered and was ripe most of the time. Not that it mattered since I worked for a building crew and what did they care. Jeff made sure that my muscles were over proportionate to my body and I had no hair on me except for my eyebrows. He knew hairy men got me off. He got me to tattoo myself and my body was about 50% covered. I looked like a gangster and I didn’t care. In construction I looked and acted like one of the guys. Little do they know. He made sure I was fucked and used by the most deviant men and that is all that mattered. If I wasn’t being used I was jerking off on sites like breeding zone, bbrt and even tumblr. I shot so much cum that one day there was blood in it and 8 hours later it was only blood. When I voiced my concern to Jeff he smiled and said that I wasn’t meant to cum as I was a fuck hole. That night he put my cock in a cage and I haven’t touched it since. It does leak when I am being gang used (and still bleeds on occasion) but I can’t get myself off. Upon Jeff’s insistence I got tested for HIV a year ago and know I am full blown. It doesn’t matter though because I can’t live without my hole being used and filled full of cum. As for Jeff, I moved in with him and he uses me/lends me out/ trains me as the PIG I am and I am happy with that. We both know my place.1 point
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One of fish out of water moments again... the first few times I barebacked was with a trick and they were an anomaly. My normal mode was safer sex pretty consistently... say 99% of the time. The real change came when I met the man who was to be my lover for nearly three years. We'd had something of an internet romance while both of us were on study abroad program in Japan-he in Tokyo, me up north in Hokkaido. The evening we met we fell into bed together and were fucking within minutes of getting to his tiny flat in Kawasaki-shi. When we came up for air we were drenched in sweat, he was crying slightly with his full weight upon my body, and we both realized around the same time that he didn't put on a condom and his load was inside me. So we had a chat after the fact. We were both Neg and decided that we could continue as we had for the remainder of my visit. At that point I was just planning to crash with him for 2 weeks before returning to university in LA. The two week fling turned into a nearly three year relationship, so for that entire time we had sex bareback. After getting used to bare sex with my bf I found it hard to go back entirely to condoms. I continued to have safe sex with tricks, but the moment I had something regular going with a guy and trusted him I'd see if he was into raw sex. So for many years after my first relationship and before becoming poz I tried to have one reliable fuck buddy to fuck bare with and everyone else I'd only do safe. Of course I preferred barebacking, so I'd always try to arrange something with my buddy knowing I could have his bare cock and load in my ass... getting fucked by a trick wearing a rubber was a distance second choice.1 point
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I had just spent a sexless weekend with coworkers drinking and doing blow, but with no one to party afterwards with, so to say the least, I was very horny. After the drive home, I decided to unpack the car and head out to the bathhouse. After getting into my room and stripping down, I threw my towel over my shoulders and proceeded to walk the halls. I'm 35, 5'6 and 210lbs, stocky/chubby, but feel good about myself to walk around with my towel like this. As I came to the second door, I viewed an older gentleman of 50+ years stroking a pretty good sized erection. I just walked into his room and over to his cock and swallowed it (7.5+) ball deep while he just sighed in appreciation. Not 10 strokes of my lips and tounge on his cock till he feeds me my first load of the night. I swallowed and gave him a thank you kiss on the lips which he replies, thanks. I then went to the shower and washed off the stink of the drive there and into the dark sauna, where while I was bent over drying my legs, a hand starts playing with my ass! Great I think as my new friend pokes a finger in my hole and tells my how tight it is, and if I would like to join him in his room. Lead the way I say and as we leave the sauna I get to see that he is about 32 years old, stocky and furry, just the ways I like 'em! As he shuts the door to his room, he drops his towel and reveals a nicely sized 7+ incher hard and with a drop of precum at the tip. I bend over and lick it before I slide half of his cock into my mouth. He pulls me up to kiss me, then bends me over and stars rimming my ass. After 5 minutes of me moaning, he says he's ready to fuck, then places the tip into my tight ass and slowly begins to give me the first fuck of the night. After a few minutes, my ass was well adjusted to it intrusion and opened up nicely for the grudge fuck I was in for. He just started pounding my ass with no mercy, and I didn't complain once, which suprised me, cause i'm pretty tight. He pulls out and throws me onto my back and places my knees onto his shoulders and plunges into me, giving about 15 powerfull thrusts before flooding my ass with a big load. He pulls out and says thanks, and I tell him he's welcome! I walk around for a few minutes when I notice this guys in the video room playing with a huge cock, 8.5+ easy! I just watched him from the corner of my eye when some young twink enters the room and starts to rub his chest. I figure I missed my chance and leave the room and enter the sauna again. I figure I should relax a bit and let the last load linger and soak into my guts before showering again. After ten minutes, I leave the sauna and walk past the guys room who was in the video room earlier. He smiles and waves me in, and of course I oblidge. I told him I was saw him earlier, and he said he noticed me as well, but the twink wasn't really his type. I asked him what his type was and he tells me i'm his type, stocky/chubby with just the right sized cock, and nice round ass. I grab his big cock and bend over him to lick his cock head and he plays with my ass and notices some cum running out of it. He begins to lick my ass and I take more of his cock into my mouth and down my throat. By this time his tounge is entering my hole and my throat is full of his cock and he pokes my hole with two fingers, and gently pushes them into me. He spits on my hole and his fingers and begins to finger fuck me. He tells me how my moans feel really good on his cock that is burried down my throat and ask if i'm ready to take his cock! I say yes, but to go slow as he's huge. He chuckles and says he will as first. I ask how he want me and tells me to get on all fours for some doggy style, and hands me some poppers. I take a few good hits and these are some good shit! My tight hole starts to relax and he slides his cock ball deep with no pain and says the ride is about to start! He slowly pulls out till just his head is in me, then slides all the way back in. He continues this move till he picks up a pretty good pace and his balls are slapping against mine! After 4 minutes I feel his load splashing into my ass and his cock throbb with each spurt. I fall to my stomach and he with me still lodged in me cock still hard. He asks If i'm ready for round two, and before I answer he hands me the poppers and tells me to take a few good hits before he starts to saw in and out of my hole again, 20 minutes later he's dumping his second load into me. He then tells me he ready for more fucking and flips me onto my back without pulling his still hard cock out and begins to really pile drive into me. He tells me that he can shoot multiple times, and I tell him really? LOL! He preceeds to fuck me for another 30 minutes all the while telling me how he just knew he was gonna fuck my ass and fill me full of his cum and shoots the last load of our encounter into me and kisses me as his body is racked by his intense climax. I just lay there with my legs on his shoulders trying to catch my breath as well. He tells me he's from Chicago visiting family and was leaving the next day, but he needed to breed someone before he left. I tell him thanks for the fuck and the loads! After I leave his room, the place had pretty much cleard out, so I showered and left for home, feeling the loads in my ass begin to wet my boxer shorts.1 point
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