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  1. Got a message earlier on Grindr from a blank profile, it was from a horny closet Afghan lad, 25. He was looking for a hungry slut to fuck his big load into. I sent him my address & 10 minutes later the door bell rang, I opened the door and there he was, very handsome muscular lad wearing an almost skin tight white robe, thin short beard around his chin & stunning light hazel eyes. We went straight to the bedroom where he stripped off & told me to get on all fours on the bed. He got behind me, spat on my hole & plunged his fat cut vein cock balls deep in my cunthole and started fucking me hard. He mercilessly raided my hole for about 10 minutes then he shot his load deep inside me. He slowly pulled out then laid on his back recovering, I pushed my plug in my hole & gently sucked his still rock hard dick clean, I then told him he could fuck me again if he had more loads to dump in me. He fucked 2 more loads in me & made me cum as he bred his last load deep in me.
    3 points
  2. I'm bi and love fucking in all it's forms. I've taken maybe ten loads in my ass ever. It's great getting loaded but frankly not that big a deal. I never feel the warm rush of cum. I love the thought of my man placing his safe cum in my ass but what I much prefer over the load is a good hard long deep fuck and no cum. So guys which is it? A thirty second pump and dump with a thick hot load deep insidenor a 30minute awesome fuck deep hard fuck in every position?
    2 points
  3. “What is it, boy?” Even over the cell line his voice is deep, soft. Mesmerizing. “You’re afraid. Admit it.” His voice is soft and urgent. Compelling. “I am.” “What is it you’re afraid of?” My cock throbs with need, urgency. My hand absently caressing the soft hair of my stomach, wandering to my hard, hungry cock. ”Say it, boy. Admit it.” Yes. Now. Say it. ”Of you. Of admitting it to you.” ”Admitting what to me?” ”I’m afraid of what I want.” “Of what you need. This is deeper than want. This is your blood talking. This is who you really are.” “Yes.” Yes. “Of what I need.” So good to admit it. So damn good to say it. “I can give it you. I can take you where you need to be. All you have to do it say it.” Yes. The word is all I can hear, blood rushing in my ears, my hard cock, wet with sticky precum, throbbing. “I need it. Take me, please. Take me.” ”We both need, boy. I can taste your need in your voice. We’ll surrender to it, together. I’m going to take you inside it, going to split you open and we’re going to bathe in it. Do you want that, boy?” “Yesssssss.” The sound slides out of me on its own. Dripping of need. Of hunger beating under my skin. His voice pulling me in, enveloping me, smoke, wrapping around me. Warm. Expansive. My hand slides across my head, across the stubble of my freshly cropped skull. I imagine his rough hands there, guiding me. Caressing me. ”I’ve texted you the address, boy. Come here now. Jeans with no underwear, sandals, a t-shirt. Bring nothing else. Understand? No wallet, no money, no ID. No phone. You’ll pay the cab fare and throw away any cash you have left over.” His voice. So smooth, so knowing. I can feel myself relax into him, into his need. My need. “And boy-don’t shower or clean yourself up in any way. I want you raw. I want to taste your sweat and your fear. I want to taste your hunger for it. For surrender.” My cock twitches with his every word. My blood thrumming under my skin with it, with desire. I can barely breathe. Barely think. God, yes. Jesus, god, yesssssss. you ready for this, boy? Ready to give yourself over to it, to me?” ”Yes.” I hear myself say, my voice a ragged whisper. Urgent, desperate. “Yes, so hungry. Yes. Please.” I say. “I need.”
    2 points
  4. The fuck is the journey. The load is the destination. The destination is only enjoyable as long as the journey was enjoyable. There's nothing as wonderful as the feel of a cock entering me and sliding in. When it's a good fit, I always make an audible gasp. While I always ultimately look forward to the guy cumming inside me. The best part is getting there.
    2 points
  5. I love the feeling of men watching me and knowing i am nothing more than a hole for them to use. Knowing they think of me as a slut and a whore. Whether at a bathhouse, a bookstore, a sex resort or a gay campground my ass is open to whoever wants to use it!
    2 points
  6. My inner statistician would love to see the question written with 4 options of combinations (ie: cut who likes cut, cut who likes uncut, uncut who likes uncut, uncut who likes cut) this way we could see if it’s just that people like what they don’t have themselves... I know I’m uncut and I love cut cocks, but I’ve always just figured it’s because it’s different to what I have
    2 points
  7. He leans me back onto the mattress, lays me across it and stands back up, towering over me, his huge hard cock dripping pre cum, the ropy muscles of his legs framing that beautiful shaft, calling to me. I sit up to my knees, eyes locked on his, my mouth opening again to his cock as I slowly suck him inside me, my tongue hungrily lapping at his sweet pre cum, swirling it around my mouth, my spit mixed with it, charged with the power he has over me now. My eyes slip closed, tasting the fullness of him, his hardness. Savoring his sticky cum in me. His hands gently stroking my skull. I can hear myself moan with my hunger. Feel the pre cum dripping from my cock. And his fingers are running over my face now, slick with my pre cum, spreading it on my lips as he pushes me off his cock and I open my eyes to him as his sticky sweet fingers slide into my mouth and I’m sucking them clean, god I want more, more and more and more of him inside me. “Smoke, boy?” His voice as much low growl as whisper. “Yes, please, more. Yessss.” The pipe is already in his hands and he’s striking the match and pulling a long slow hit into his mouth, pulling me up to him and kissing me so softly and then suddenly so hungry as he blows the thick white smoke into me. We pass it back and forth, and then he hits the pipe again and then again and again. We pass the Tina between us, tying us together, wrapping us in the tangle of the smoke. He’s holding me tight against him, our cocks sliding over each other. My mouth full of the lingering taste of the Tina and his spit mixed with mine. Every inch of my skin alive with my need. Straining to open to him. To surrender. My hands are wandering over his thick chest, stroking the hairs around his hard nipples. So gently stroking him, tracing the outline of the biohazard tattoo, and I’m drawn to it, running the tip of my tongue over the rough raised lines of it. The smell of his sweat filling me. “Mmm, that’s so good boy,” his hands running over me slowly, his touch light, soft. Caressing me, running his fingernails over my ass, spreading me apart, just slightly as his fingers brush the edge of my hole. My whole body shivering with his touch. I hear the animalistic moan coming from deep in my throat, my whole being in that sound, so hungry and so complete in his arms. My mouth finds his nipple and pulls it out with my teeth, tugging lightly on it, tracing it with my tongue, and then dragging my spit soaked lips across his hairy chest to the other side, taking him into my mouth as his hands guide me further around his hard pec and his sweat is so strong, filling my nostrils from his armpit, guiding my hungry mouth to the thick, soaked hairs there, his smell so very goddamn strong, so lovely, surrounding me, my tongue drinking him in, devouring his pungent taste, my god. so, so good. His hands press me gently back into the mattress. I fall back, staring up at the massiveness of him over me, at his thick veiny cock standing straight out, ropy pre cum dripping down at me, at his eyes, twin black irises pinning me to the ground, so full of our hunger, so free with the Tina we’ve smoked and so hard. So very, very hard. I want that cock in me. I want him to impale me with his cock, to split me open. I’m so fucking hungry I can’t speak. I can hear sounds coming from me, ragged breaths, guttural moans and hunger. Pure hunger. “Good boy.” He growls. “Such a hungry boy. Such a hunger.” He’s kneeling onto the mattress now, his hands caressing my knees, pushing me apart to him. “Let’s open you up to it.” His hands spread my legs apart, stroking the wet sweaty insides of my thighs gently open as his fingers push my ass open to him. My god, my hole is so hungry. Twitching. So. Fucking. Hungry. The world falls away again as he so gently blows across my hole, and my eyes roll up in my head as I arch myself more open to him, the sound escaping from my throat an animal moan, everything right there in it, lost in it. I’m struggling to get a word out between moans and my ragged desperate breaths. One word that is everything as he keeps blowing across my hole. One word that will free me. yes. Urgently, as his fingers are caressing me between my hole and my cock, and then his tongue is tracing that incredible line, slowly tracing its way back from the base of my shaft up to my hole, his spit dripping across me, his tongue gently, lovingly rimming me. And then he’s pressing himself inside me, pushing his tongue into me, I’m so hungry with him there, every inch of me on fire. I hear myself laughing, moaning, and then, tears, as his tongue is probing me, opening me up to him. Oh jesus yes take me open me fill me split me open fuckkkkkk meeeeeeee
    2 points
  8. Part 2: The Parade of Men After he walked out another gentleman stepped in and locked the door behind him. He sat on the bench and took out his cock. It was bigger and thicker than the previous guy and I couldn't wait to worship it. This guy was probably late 40's, a slight belly, and some grey to his hair. Absolutely perfection. He made me beg to suck his cock and I had to beg loud enough for anyone to hear. This was to let everyone know that there was a willing bottom in the building. I heard some laughter nearby so I assumed the laughter was intended for me. He then asked how old I was because I didn't look 21. I admitted I was 18 and a wicked smile came across his face. He then grabbed me by the back of the head and forced his cock all the way down my throat. I gagged but loved it. He fucked my throat hard barely allowing me to breathe. He told me to inhale the poppers and I wouldn't care about breathing. My attention would be instead focused on his throat fucking. After several hits of poppers I was solely focused on him fucking my throat. After several minutes or whatever it was he had me stand up and turn around in front of him. He grabbed me by my shoulders and with force pulled me down onto his cock. I screamed in pain but he didn't care. It felt like his cock just ripped my ass apart. He held me in place and told me to take several long hits of the poppers. After what felt like eternity the pain subsided and I started bouncing up and down on his cock. He kept me inhaling the poppers every couple of minutes and before long I forgot where I was. I was moaning loudly and he didn't try to stifle my moaning. He was marking me and we both knew it. After a while my legs were getting sore so we got on the floor with me on all fours facing the glory hole. He rammed his cock back in and with my mouth open in pain another cock slid through the hole directly into my mouth. Wow spit roasted. I must be in heaven. The hole cock was maybe 6 inches but I had fun with it. Before long the gentleman in my ass picked up his pace and I felt it. His cum coating the walls of my ass. God it felt great. He pumped about ten huge shots of cum in my ass. The guy I was sucking didn't last much longer and I felt his balls tighten and his cock swell and he erupted down my throat. He didn't have much cum so I swallowed his load in one gulp. After that guy finished the gentleman in my ass pulled out and turned me around to clean his cock. I noticed some pink on his cock and he must've read my mind. He said it was blood from my ass and chances were he impregnated me with his dirty load. Hearing that made me cum for some reason. I cleaned his cock up and before long he was hard again. But instead of giving me another load right now to call him after I left the bookstore. I didn't have his number but I soon discovered he had somehow placed his number in my pants. He said that I would be at the bookstore a while and this would give him time to get some rest. He gave me a long deep passionate kiss and I didn't want to see him go. He ordered me back on my knees and as he walked out he hollered out Next. And in walks a man who I knew and crushed over for years.
    2 points
  9. My skin is slick with my sweat from the damp night heat, with fear. My body’s moving on it’s own, my mind blasted white with desire. With need. The door is just slightly ajar. I step into a dark foyer. Hands shaking slightly, eyes not adjusted to the dimness yet. My hand-deciding for me-moves on its own, closing the door. I’m still, tensed. Eyes slowly adjusting to the space and the dark contours of the room. For a long second, I’m suspended there. Every muscle fiber vibrating with it, with hunger. I’m in a bare room. Stripped wood floors, slats exposed through broken plaster walls. A narrow staircase in front of me. There’s a smell. Sweat. Piss. Cum. I inhale slowly, draw it in. Savor it. Again, yessss. My cock is hardening. Drawing me in. The scents enveloping me. Taking me. My feet slip out of my flip flops. The raised wood grain of the stripped floor feels so good on my bare feet: cool, soft. I flex my toes against it. My cock hardens with the feel of the wood, my nostrils flaring to draw in that taste of sweat. Of his sweat. There’s not a sound except my short, ragged breaths. I start up the steps, slowly. My body lightens with each step, smoke slowly drawn upwards. My arms pull off my t shirt and it falls away. This is a new feeling, a revelation. I can feel myself relaxing now, my cock rubbing against the denim of my jeans, pre cum slick across my skin, matting the hair around my cock. I have never felt so pure. So fully present. So fucking hungry. At the landing a door is open. Light flickers from inside. Again, for a split second I pause. Just a small hesitation, a pinprick of doubt, and then my body moves on its own into the room, another surrender, to it, to the need. To him. A few bare candles are lit. There’s a mattress on the floor, sheets draped over it. A huge mirror leans against one wall. Candles and the bed reflected in it. I hear his soft breathing before I see him. Leaning against the wall beside the mirror, arms folded across his bare chest. Shaved head, his body huge, hairy, muscled. So much of him there. So much bigger than me. Muscles at ease. Perfect. There’s a dark tattoo under the hair on his chest, just over his hard, erect nipple. Biohazard. His eyes hold me still. Dark pinpricks. Candle light flickering in them. I’m aware of my breath coming shallow. Of the sweat trickling down my back. Beading on my arms. And then he’s next to me. Still. His eyes holding mine to him. ”Oh, yes.” His hand gently on my lower back, caressing the rim of my jeans. “So hungry, aren’t you, boy?” ”Yessss.” I barely recognize my voice. A current running through me with his touch. The callouses on his hands the worn smoothness of the floor. Every inch of my skin is coming alive to him. Opening. “That’s it, boy. Very good. Just breathe.” breathe. Yes. I can taste him on the air: the sweat coming off him, so strong. So thick. And another smell: the sweetness of dried cum. Oh god. Oh god. I’m full of the smell of him now. Yesss. He’s behind me now; his breath hot on my neck, his hands resting on my hips. “Good boy. Very good. I can feel you surrendering to it. You’re so hungry to surrender to it, aren’t you, boy?” ”Yes. So hungry, so fucking hungry.” “Show yourself to me, boy. Show me your hunger. Let me taste your need.” His hands fall away from my hips as he turns me gently around to face him. He’s barefoot. The top buttons of his jeans undone. I can see the dark outline of his cock there, his hard shaft straining against the fabric. My hands undo my jeans and I slide them over my cock, pre cum dragging across my hands as I lower the jeans to the floor and step out of them for him. He kicks them away and steps forward. I go to my knees in front of him, supplicant. My cock harder than it’s ever been, my hands at his zipper, opening it, lowering his jeans across his thighs, feeling the taut fibers of his muscles under my hands, brushing the hair on his legs and ankles as I help him step out of his jeans and he kicks them away. Inhaling, on my knees in front of him, captured by the wet, sweet smell of him: he’s wearing a cotton jockstrap, yellow with dried cum and slick with his pre cum. My eyes close as I taste it enveloping me, filling me. My eyes flutter open as I lean into him, as my hungry mouth finds his cock through the rough fabric as I taste his dried cum and my mouth is sucking his hard cock through the jock, I’m so hungry for him, so hungry to pull him in, to taste all of him, the smell of his sweat as it runs slick against my hands on his thighs, and I slip my fingers around he jock and pull it away as his cock, veiny and so hard and so wet with his pre cum, falls straight ahead, and I open myself to him, my tongue running up from the bottom of his shaft along its delicious thickness to his piss slit and I taste the fantastic heady sweetness of him as I pull his shaft fully into my mouth. “That’s it, boy. That’s it. You’re so hungry for it. Give yourself over to it. Surrender to your need. It feels so good, doesn’t it boy? So good to know your place, to embrace what you are?” his cock tastes so good, so hard, my head is full of the smell of him, my body filling up with the hunger, consuming me. Oh god it’s so good, so good. “Yes, boy. Yes. Open yourself up to it, boy. Open yourself up to me.” His hands caressing my skull as I nurse his cock, and he slowly pulls himself out of me. “Close your eyes, boy. Breathe. That’s it, relax now for a second. Good boy.” i hear him moving in the room, and then there’s his scent again, filling me. I hear him strike a match, hear a pipe gurgling in front of me. And then his mouth is on mine, gently caressing my lips, and I open to him as he blows a cloud of smoke into me. I hold it there, his tongue probing mine, opening me as I blow the Tina back to him and he picks me up, his tongue still exploring me, the thick smoke dissipating as we pass it back and forth. It’s so good he’s in my mouth. So good. So intimate. He lights the pipe again and his mouth is on mine as we pass the Tina smoke back and forth, filling me. Then again, and again. Four hits, and my body is on fire, my nipples burning into his as he pulls me to him, my cock so hard and my hole aching for him, to open for him, as his hands knead the muscles of my ass, pulling me apart to him. Ive never wanted anything so much, never been so hungry. “Oh, you’re mine now, boy. You’re opening for me now, aren’t you?” ”Opened, yes, I’m opening for you. I want you inside me, so bad. Please-“ “Please what? Tell me what you need, boy, and I’ll give it to you.” ”Your cock, Jesus, please I want your cock inside me! Now, please fuck me! I need your cock in me! Pleassssse fuckkk meeeeeee-“ His fingers are gently brushing against the rim of my hole, working me open. His fingers, slick with his pre cum, mixed with mine, with our spit, press against my hole. Press into me. I’ve never felt anything so good, so thorough. Every inch of me is on fire for him, every nerve twitching to be opened to him, to take his cock inside me. And his wet finger slips inside me, pushing into me, easing my hungry wet hole open. It’s so good, god I’m so hungry for it, pressing myself against his finger as it slides past that last resistant muscle, and he holds me here, pinned to him. His hands kneading my ass, grinding into me, a second finger sliding inside me, probing me. Opening me to him. His eyes holding mine, locked on me, he lowers his face to mine and runs his tongue across my lips, so gently. So very gently letting his spit run across his tongue to my lips as he presses his mouth to mine, his tongue opens me as his thick spit fills my mouth and his hand presses into my hole, exploring me from both sides, and he pulls away again, my face slick with him, his eyes boring into mine. I feel him all through me; my stomach fluttering to him, his fingers holding me against him, filling my hole. “I’m going to split you open now, boy.” ”Yes, please. Open me up, please.” As his fingers slowly pull out of me. God, I’m so empty. “Please-“ I hear myself whimpering, begging. So hungry to be full of him again. “Are you ready now, boy? Tell me what you need.” ”Your cock. Pleas, your cock.” “Are you ready to take me now, boy? Take me the way men were meant to fuck? Ready to take me bareback, to take me raw inside you?” Jesus, how can even ask, he knows. “Yes, god, yesss. Pleas fuck me raw-“ And suddenly my world opens up,everything g drops away and I know truth: a hole of hunger, and I know who I am, completely, wholly hungry for his cock, for his seed, for his virus. I’m pure need, the hunger all I am, my whole being. So purely opened to him, so totally naked to my need-to his need- “Your seed, god please give me your seed, split me open and fuck me raw, Jesus, pleassse breed meeeeee!”
    2 points
  10. I have stayed in that Americas Best Inn and it is SUPER low rent. I mean, if that's what you're going for (which, it happened to be for me the night I did it) then it is a pretty good gangbang motel. Doors open to the outside, general area is a little sketchy, etc. It is known a little bit for that type of stuff although not as much as the Days Inn on Oakland Park Boulevard just off 95. That is THE gay sex motel in Ft. Lauderdale, at least from the perspective of someone who doesn't live there but travels there a lot. There are always ads up on bbrt for bottoms taking loads there and I went to a group thing there during Pig Week that had about 12 people in this little room, lol. They weirdly call it an airport motel although its nowhere near the airport and there is sort of nothing in walking distance around it so it works out best if you have a car (unless you're just planning on never leaving the whole time, lol). It is a very short car/Uber ride from the Drive though and I think that plus the general sketchiness of it and the fact that is it literally RIGHT off I-95 is what makes it popular for gangbangs, drug sex, etc. There are a few Days Inns in Ft. Laud so if you decide to check it out make sure you're looking at the one on Oakland Park. I also hosted a gangbang (and took 17 loads...woot woot! lol) at a place called the Link Hotel on Sunrise. Its not as well known as being a sex motel and I stayed there 5 days which was WAY too long because its a little run down...but its right in the heart of everything (not "everything" like sex clubs or gay bars; "everything" meaning lots of places to eat, lots of traffic for people coming and going to the beach, etc) and its a pretty good value if you're just wanting to stay 1 or 2 nights. LOL, I just read this back and see how sort of overly long it is. But its about my two favorite subjects: gangbangs and Ft. Lauderdale so I thought I would weigh in. Good luck and have fun!
    2 points
  11. I live in Las Vegas and for a town called Sin City, it can really be hit or miss if you're a bottom. But I'll never forget the time that I was essentially raped at Entourage, one of the two remaining bathhouses here in town. I'd been out with a couple of friends and we'd gone to Badlands, a somewhat old style saloon in the same commercial center where Entourage is located. I was feeling buzzed and was in no condition to drive home so as we said our goodbyes, my buddies went their way and I walked over to Entourage. As it was roughly 2:00 AM on a Friday night, all the rooms were taken up and I had to settle for a locker. I figured I'd just wait til a room was available and get some sleep then. In the meantime, I figured I'd check out the action. I undressed and walked around with the towel over one shoulder, which, for the most part, covered my cock, but which left my ass visible. The hallways and TV room were nearly empty and, as I made my way around, I could see that most doors were closed. I silently regretted those last two Jack and cokes I'd had because they were beginning to hit me and all I wanted was to lay down somewhere quiet and get some rest. That's when I saw Him walking towards me: good looking, muscular, 20 something year old dark haired stud with a USMC tattoo on his right pec and a beer can thick cock hanging between his legs. He walked past me without acknowledgement, but as I turned to look over my shoulder, I caught him doing the same, apparently staring at my ass. For the next few minutes, as I looked for a place to lay down, I would occasionally see him in my peripheral vision, stalking me as if I were his prey. I finally made my slightly disoriented way into the empty dark room and lay face down on a waist high platform, ready to get some shut eye and oblivious to the fact that the stud had followed behind me and was standing a mere few feet from me, fisting his thick cock and making plans for my hole. As I lay there on the verge of sleep, I suddenly felt him straddle my ass, spread my cheeks with both hands, and what felt like a baseball bat pressing against my asshole, trying to stretch it against its obvious resistance. The shock and pain woke me the fuck up and in a drunken slur I said "Please don't, you're really big." Without saying a word he backed off and I could hear him pop open some lube and begin to jack his cock. I naively thought that that was the end of it when he suddenly lay his full weight on my back, clamped one hand around my mouth, and used his other hand to maneuver his now slick cock between my cheeks and started using that big mushroom head as a battering ram. The slippery lube and his insistence gradually spread my hole and with an almost audible pop, his cock head forced its way through my sphincter and I heard him groan savagely as I lay there and saw stars from the pain of the sudden invasion. I tried getting up from under him but he used his body weight to hold me down and as he shoved the remaining length of his hole wrecker in me, he hissed into my ear, "I'm fucking balls deep in you now, just fucking take it." I felt helpless as I lay there and felt him bucking his hips and sliding his thick fucker in and out of me, feeling his huge cock head drag and push my insides as he shoved in and out of my guts. In the back of my mind, I was worried and scared because I knew I was essentially getting raped by a big dicked stud who hadn't even contemplated putting a condom on before spearing my guts with his huge cock. But in the forefront, I was beginning to really enjoy the fuck as I he would slam balls deep and ram directly onto my prostate. I couldn't help it and I started moaning uncontrollably against his hand on every down stroke. He soon noticed and that seemed to turn him on. He started getting more vocal, whispering encouragements into my ear, "That's right, fuck yeah, I knew you'd love my cock.....yeah, take my fucking cock all in you..... Yeah, your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum..... Yeah, I'm gonna fill you up with my load." The rhythm of the cock pistoning in and out of my ass began to become more frantic, even as I recognized a complete stranger was about to shoot his cum into my unprotected hole. His breathing became more ragged as he suddenly pushed himself as deep into me as he could and froze in place as I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing balls deep in me as he flooded my guts with his cum and groaned, "Fuck yeah, knocking your ass up with my seed! Yeah, take it all bitch, take my babies in you, fucking take my load!" My hole spasmed around his cock, responding to the stimulus as he lay on top of me, his heart beating like a jack rabbit and his cock still throbbing with the last jets of his orgasm. He pulled his cock out of me and I felt empty as the cool air hit my now puffed up ass lips. He smacked my left ass cheek and said, "Keep my cum in you and let it do its job, cumdump." With that advice he got off of me and walked back into the darkness. I lay there confused and conflicted as my military rapist's cum slowly trickled out of my hole and ran down my balls to join the load I'd unexpectedly shot as he took my ass and made it his cumdump.
    1 point
  12. It started with an email. I'd been looking to get pozzed for over a year and had come up empty (no pun intended) when, out of the blue, I got an email. He saw my ads on social media. He said he was a trucker and wanted to meet me at the local truck stop for drinks. I walked in and spotted him right away - we made eye contact and I just *knew* he was the guy that emailed me. He was no taller than me, had a bit of a pot belly, but strong muscles and hands. He wore a red and white checkered shirt and blue jeans that he filled out quite nicely!. I extended my hand in a manner to be kissed and he obliged. He had a couple buttons open on his shirt and it was hard to keep my eyes on anything but his chest. His eyes were dreamy but still.... He introduced himself as Jake and we talked about what it was like to be HIV+, how that made life more difficult, my time in the Navy, his life on the road as a livestock trucker, how serious I was about getting pozzed and what that would mean for me, what he wanted from a partner, and so forth. After I returned from the bathroom we talked some more, we shook hands and went our different ways, promising to meet again next time he was in town. And that's when I woke up naked, buckled into his passenger side seat. "Good morning, bitch. How did you sleep?" He asked keeping his eyes on the road. Watching where you're going is *very* important as a livestock trucker. Otherwise you end up with chickens all over the road, and a very entertaining police report. "Where are we and why am I naked in your passenger seat?" I asked just starting to grasp what happened. "Well, we're headed to Omaha and I decided I wanted you as my bitch so I took you." He said slowing the rig down a little to stay under the speed limit. I have my head a good shake. "I don't remember that." "You ordered soda but they must have given you alcohol. You were pretty tipsy when we left the truck stop last night." He explained calmly. "Where are my clothes?" I asked puzzled. "Back in Casper, I think. I got rid of them pretty quickly. For the record, you look fabulous naked." He said changing lanes. "Did you and I....." I began the question but leaving it hang like a male stripper. He shook his head. "No, you were out cold - I don't do that. You ask a lot of questions for a naked man." I shrugged. "Well, in my defense I've never naked in the front seat of an 18 wheeler going 85 MPH. I'd ask for a little leeway. So, what's your plan here, Jake?" He passed some old lady going 30 on the highway. "I told you, you're my bitch. It's your job to be naked and in this cab. You can go from the seat to the cabin behind us but you are to stay naked and you're my fuck meat." *I tried to hide a smile* "Jake, while that's an enticing fantasy, I have a home, a job and a life back where we met." He shook his head. "No, you don't. Not anymore." "Jake, this is kidnapping." I said calmly. He got his truck back in the appropriate lane after passing the old lady. "No it's abduction, not kidnapping. Look bitch, I got the impression last night that your life needed a change. That you were tired of the way things were. That you wanted to be pozzed and wanted to be in a relationship of some kind. It kinda felt like you wanted to do something drastic but didn't have the guts to pull the trigger on it, so I did it for you. Your old life doesn't matter now...who you were, what you did, it's all gone. New start. Your job is to be fucked by me. I'll feed you and take care of you. You're my bitch now. If you really want out, I'll let you out at the next truck stop." I stared out the window at the passing road signs as he continued. "I'm offering you the life you've always dreamed of, bitch. This is it....this is the THE watershed moment that everyone eventually has - the one that defines you, that's a catalyst for everything that comes after." He said getting back up to speed. "Is this love, Jake? Is that what you're looking for?" I asked honestly. He chuckled. "No, of course not. Let me be clear bitch - you're fuck meat to me., nothing more A means to keep my balls drained until we get back to the east coast. Between here and there I can promise I WILL poz you and otherwise take care of you." "And when we get back east? What then?" I asked honestly. For the first time he looked over at me. "Then I pass you along to another trucker so you can do the same for him. It's a lot more common than regular people know. You'll just keep going from trucker to trucker, crossing the country...back and forth, east to west, north to south - maybe even heading overseas to serve men there. But be honest, do you really care?" He put his eyes back on the road while I stared back out the window. "Bitch, this may not be the life you chose but it's the life you want." He said smiling. I looked up at the road just in time to see there was a mile left to the next truck stop. By the time he arrived, I was naked in the cabin, face down, ready for Jake - who did not disappoint me.
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  13. It looked like it was going to be another one of those Christmases. Family too far away to travel to with my busy schedule and even having to work on Christmas Eve. They did send me several packages though and I had sent theirs out also. Work was slow all day too as very few other places were actually doing much so my load was pretty small but had to be done. I was on several hookup sites, so at breaks, I was checking to see if there was any possibility of some play at all. I noticed 3 or 4 is all that looked promising. Checked them closer and found one that really seemed like what I wanted. He was listed as 28, 5'9" and about 165 pounds. Pics showed a decent looking guy and his cock listed at 7" cut looked really nice with a much larger head than shaft which was a turn on for me too. I sent off a message to see if he was actually available. He soon sent me back a message saying he lived out of town but was on the way here and was getting a motel room. I quickly sent him back a message telling him that if he wanted to, he could stay at my place and save the money. He went back saying it sounded good to him. We agreed to meet at a place we both knew of. After work I headed there fast. I wanted him for sure as it had been, because of work, quite some time since I had been fucked and wanted it badly. The place we met at was a little bar. I got there first and ordered a drink. Wasn't long till he showed up and we both had a drink before heading to my place. Once in the door we were all over each other. Kissing and making out and soon taking off clothes. As we disrobed, we kind of just left clothes where they fell as we stumbled down the hall to the bedroom. We tumbled onto the bed and were really all over each other then. Groping and rubbing and both moaning in the pleasure we were bringing each other. As I moved my kisses down his body, he spun around and as my mouth reached his cock, his mouth was finding mine as we were 69ing. I found that he had a lot of precum but loved the taste of it and slurped it down like I had found nectar. We kept sucking each other for what seemed like hours but was really about 10 minutes. Then he let go of my cock with his mouth and gently pulled his cock from my mouth and spinning me around on my back, threw my legs in the air and dropped his mouth onto my hole. His tongue was soon trying to pry my hole open and with a little bit more of his spit and tongue driving at me was soon getting my hole opened and his tongue into me. He kept that up for a while and then I could feel his hand there and soon a finger entering me. He pushed it in and out and all around and soon he had two and then three fingers in me as he opened my hole up good and was driving me wild. After several minutes of this, he pulled his fingers out of me and I felt the head of his cock against my hole and before I knew it the knob of his cock was in me. I loved a big mushroom head and as he sunk his cock into me I could feel the head hitting my prostate and my own cock throbbed even more than it had been doing. His entire cock was in me deep in no time it seemed and I was really enjoying the feeling. He just kind of ground his cock in me for a while and then started to pull out slowly and back in and did it just slow and easy and about drove me wild as the head of his cock was so much larger that is rubbed my prostate with every movement. I was arching my back and thrusting my ass at him on every stroke. He then started to get faster and faster and very quickly he was pounding my ass like a jackhammer. I was in ecstasy for sure. He kept fucking me hard and fast and deep and every stroke was a pure delight. It went on and on and on. My own cock could not take the sensations and after about 15 minutes of his pounding it erupted on its own without being touched. He felt it and slowed down for just a few stroked to look between us at my load which was all over both of our stomachs and smiled and told me he loved to see that happen when he fucked someone. He then picked back up the pace. He kept up a mad pace till I thought I could take it no more and my ass was drying up a little even. It still felt pretty good but the friction could not be doing the inside of my ass much good. He kept at it for another 20 minutes after I had cum before he told me to get ready and he drove into me a few more strokes like a mad man and then ground his cock in as deep as he could get and I felt it throb and could feel the heat and wetness deep in my hole as he was cumming. Fuck, I had not had that good of a fuck in a long time and told him so and he told me there was more where that came from. We rested then for a while and then he was in me again and pounding, it seemed, like even harder than before and again it went on for quite a while. He told me again, here it comes and again I could feel his cock erupt. He ended up fucking me three more times even that night before we dozed off. When I finally woke up, quite late, the next morning he was already gone. I could not believe I had slept when he got up to leave either, but then he had about fucked me silly most of the night. As I stretched and started to get up, I noticed my bed had a wet spot. Looking down I could see that a lot of cum had leaked out of me as I slept. It even had tint of pink to it. I thought, wow, he really fucked me if there is a little blood in that, which is what it looked like. I got up and headed to the bathroom with a feeling of having to sit down and did on the stool. As I sat my ass seemed to open up and I could tell something that felt like liquid running out and as I looked down to see what it was I could tell it was some of his cum and it definitely had a pink tint to it. I cleaned up and didn't think any more of it then. I went out to the living room to open my gifts as it was a fine Christmas morning and after being fucked royally all night is seemed to be a very good start to the day. I opened my presents and enjoyed every minute of it as I thought about my family and hoped they were enjoying my presents to them as well. I then headed to the kitchen to make some coffee and also decided to have a couple of pieces of toast. I got them ready and headed back to the other room to sit and relax and just enjoy looking at the tree and thinking about friends and family. I had just finished my toast and was drinking the last drops of coffee from my mug when as I was tilting my head back I noticed a piece of paper in the tree. I got up to see what the heck that was. It was folded and on the outside was the name of the guy I had spent the night with. I opened it up. He had left the note to tell me how much he had enjoyed the night before and thanked me for having him over. Then I was floored as he had written that he had just been diagnosed HIV positive about a week before and had a very high viral load. He wished me a very Merry Christmas and hoped I liked his gift to me.
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  14. Hey guys, it is too be my first visit to the US ever and I'll be in San Diego (Sept. 13-20) and then LA (Sept. 20-22). I'll be looking for hot action there with hot tops and loads! 5'8, 170lbs muscular power bottom welcoming dominant tops. Hit me up!
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  15. I got dominated by this hot Asian guy one time. I wish I would have gotten his number because he was amazing in bed.
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  16. The extremely tall guy (200 cm/ 6 ft) came to us for a threesome repeating our adventure happened on Tuesday. He loves my boyfriend’s cock which is totally understandable. And he also loves my ass. We kissed each other he and I sucked each other and my bf. My boyfriend told me how fine this guy’s hole. So, after he (our guest) fucked me for a while, I fucked him. He was moaning because of my thick cock and he was so tight and warm, I loved to fuck him. While I was fucking him he was sucking my boyfriend. Then I pulled my cock out and helped him to sot onto my boyfriend’s cock. He was riding on it like a crazy. I was sucking his rock hard cock. When I interrupted it for a moment, I could see on his face how he enjoyed it. He was riding until he said he was close to cum. As he rode faster let his cock deeper. Till he unloaded my throat. After a short rest I began to suck my bf and he started to finger me, then licking, and finally fucking. When he pulled out, I sat onto my boyfriend’s cock. I was riding until he noticed us he wanted to ride again. His second riding was shorter bit faster and crazier till he cummed onto my boyfriend’s chest and stomach. I licked all of his cums. After it a short break came and we began to suck my boyfriend’s cock together. Then I laid between these two amazing guys. We hugged each other, were kissing with eachother. I laid back to my boyfriend, so he could push his cock into me. The guy was stroking my cock, sucking it and we were kissing while my boyfriend was fucking until he unloaded me. He kept his cock in me and continued the fuck. He turned me onto my back and fucked me toll his second load. Short break again, and we started stroking our rock hard cocks with our guest. My boyfriend announced that he was done so he was just watching us while we turned to 69. We were sucking and fingering each other. And I knew I would be fucked. But before it I wanted to unload this guy. So I turned him on his fourth and pushed my cock gentle into him. I was fucking him in this position until I cummed a big load into his hole. Then I laid back beside my boyfriend and started to kiss with him. The guy lifted my right leg up and pushed his cock i to me. He fucked me quick and hard until he unloaded me. To sum up, our guest cummed three times, my boyfriend twice, I once. Our guest was bred once, I trice. Nice afternoon
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  17. I was always known as a cocksucking faggot and easy.Basically everyone from grade 9 on knew I could deep throat and have no gag reflex. I started sucking cocks on straight guys and they would often use my mouth 2 or 3 at a time(sometimes more) and there were a few guys that would get me to suck their cocks right out in the open at parties.i even had a couple female friends in high school that got me to teach them how to suck their boyfriends cock
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  18. Would suggest trying another bath house , most have dark rooms where guys are much less inhibited, there are normally hands ( cocks and arses) everywhere . Go there and at least you will have some fun and get used to the mechanics of anon sex , after most attendees are sexed up guys looking for fun, not a June wedding.
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  19. Wednesday night - monthly orgy. Meet my fuckbud early, played around for awhile till he dump load #1 in my hole. Did a little running around, came back to set up for orgy and my fuckbud plowed my ass again. No load this time. Sucked 4 cocks, ate 2 very nice asses. Had a long hot make out session with a hairy little compact cub that "stunk" of sweat and man musk. Sucked his cock for over and hour, no load, but a huge amount of precum. Other bud showed up, went to work on his cock till he blasted load #2 down my throat. Climbed on a new guys cock and rode him. No load. Orgy broke up, fuckbud and I went back to our room. Plowed me some more but no load. Woke up next morning and set down on his cock but no load. Friday morning - went to meet Cowboy regular, tongue cleaned his sweaty pits, made out, sucked him hard. Shoved his cock up my hole and pounded load #1 into my hole. Sucked him hard again, didn't take long. Till he was back in my ass giving me load #2.
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  20. This is amazing and i need to get my hole to a place like this
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  21. Same thing happened to my bi blk buddy. He only wanted a BJ. I was sucking him he said he was going to blow so I jumped up and sat on it. He was shocked and loved it. We have been breeding for the last year
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  22. Both cut and uncut dicks are welcome and needed to fuck and seed my submissive cunt. I am cut and consider ritual circumcision of males who are unable to legally consent to be unethical genital mutilation. Research in 2007 titled "Fine-touch pressure thresholds in the adult penis" found that the five most sensitive parts of the penis from the study are removed by circumcision. Removal of clitoral tissue in women is routinely called "Female genital mutilation" and is seen as a reprehensible attack on a woman's body and ability to experience normal sexual pleasure. In stark contrast, the routine mutilation of men's genitals is not seen in the same way (even when research illustrates the extent of the mutilation). I find uncut men's cocks to look more enticing and interesting. I find watching an uncut cock go from soft to hard and seeing a precum leaking glans crown through the foreskin still partially hooded as beautiful as a sunrise. I love to explore and pleasure uncut cock in my mouth because uncut men seem more responsive to subtle sensations from my licking, sucking, and stroking of their entire cock. I especially enjoy how uncut men react as the foreskin is retracted over their cock exposing the coronal ridge for soft licking and wet sucking. How a man feels when he is inside my cunt, the sensations he feels from it as he fucks into it and builds up to his breeding release, matters to me. Uncut men are, from my observation, more wrapped up in the sensations they feel while inside my cunt. They seem more sensitive to how wet and slick my cunt is around their cock, and especially to how firmly it grips breeding cock making sure the foreskin is fully retracted as they fuck their seed into my juicy hot center. I need to have more uncut cock use my cunt to be more definitive about the differences in response I observe and feel. For that matter, I need more cock of every kind to have a good control group
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  23. Grindr jackpot. I left work early since I had a meeting in Waikiki. Beautiful day in the islands. My ass was ready to enjoy the glory holes at the theater there. The one and only decent glory hole action on the island. Earlier at work, I was message by a profile. A hot local poly mix guy who seemed interested in me. He really wanted to “use my ass.” I chatted with him but didn’t really expect anything. He was 9 miles away and didn’t think it was going to cum over. I told him I would get off at 6. The picture of his dock looked like a thick one. “Are you clean?” I replied yes. “Can I cum in your ass?” Of course. My first load was a young Asian, small but did the job in fucking my hole and dumping a good size load. I easily milked his cock though the hole. My Grindr showed that my poly mix guy was near. I rush home and lied that I needed time to freshen up. I met him at my place and took him. Fucken cute and hunky muscled guy in his late 20’s. We strip and what I thought was maybe 7 thick was more like 9 1/2 thick. I could not get it all the way in my mouth. I tried and slobber over it. After a short bj to get it wet, he tells me to get on bed. Then it began and lasted way too long. At first I though it would start to feel better but it didn’t. It was so thick it was burning my hole. More lube and spit did not help. More poppers did not help. WTF I’m a pig and that did not help. And he was relentless, pinning me down and using my hole. Punching it and pulling it with his raw dick. I was being rape and could not take it. It was burning me. I thought I was being ripped. I thought I had to pee and cum at the same time. I tried to adjust but he whispered, “lay flat on the bed.” He kept using my hole what felt like eternity. I really had to go to a mental “happy place.” He smashed my face into the pillow. The guy obviously done this before and finally was about to cum. I used my last strength of ass muscle control to clench down and milk him while came. This set him in a giant roar as his flooded and bred my cunt with his fuck seed, making sure he planted his dna deep and bruising my prostrate. He used and fucked me so long. My hole was not itself and was gapping like I was just gangbanged. He left and it was the first time in years that I walked funny. Fuck I want that again.
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  24. The sliding vertical door on the back of the 18 wheeler slid up long enough for me to see a silhouette of a man, then slid shut. Moments later he clicked on the light at the back. He was a little shorter than myself, at around 5'3 and far younger - he looked to be just over 18 and fresh off a football field...well defined muscles showing through his white tank top and muscular legs straining his denim jeans to their limit. It stood in start contrast to myself as I was naked, except for my spiked chastity device - which caused constant erections but never fulfillment. Since my poz conversion I'd lost a lot of weight, truth is I was wasting away now. I barely had the strength to stand, which is actually pretty handy since I spend most of my time either bent over or laying down. I'm a whore and that's the way it should be. "I want to get pozzed" is how he started the conversation. I like that. Right to the point. I sized him up...his muscles, his blonde hair and blue eyes were already starting to get my motor running. "Why?" I asked honestly. He walked closer to me as he answered. "I want to be you. I want your life - this. All of it. Being hauled around in the back of a semi, a pozzed up AIDS whore, infecting others that want to convert. Being treated like a piece of meat until you're gone and then tossed aside like the trash I am." I couldn't really argue with him. I didn't ask for this life, but I damned sure want it. I wouldn't trade it for the life of a millionaire. The worst thing that could happen to me is that I be dropped off on the doorstep of my family wearing only my beloved chastity cage. I kissed him on the neck and unzipped his pants as I answered. "Take a good look at me...I'm skin and bones now. I don't just have HIV, I have AIDS. Night sweats, fevers, vomiting, stomach aches..some days it's hard to breathe, I can barely move and even my memory is going. I suspect that's why they gave me the number of 29. I can't remember my own name before this life. Know what you're getting into, stud." Even as I said the words, I slowly wormed my hand into his pants to get him hard....he was already there. I started to stroke him. "If this is really what you want, bang twice on the side of the trailer and the truck will start to move. If not, just exit the rig. Once we do this, there is no going back. There is no cure" I said keeping his cock gripped loosely in my hand, stroking him fully and slowly. By getting him aroused, I was tempting the choice, making it harder for him to stop - and that's the point. I'm a whore. This is what I do. He banged on the side of the rig twice. Seconds later the 18 wheeler started to roll down the highway. I backed away from him, retrieved a small hypodermic needle from the floor of the trailer and used it to draw a few milometers of blood then held the needle against the inside of his forearm with one hand and put the other on his now rock hard cock and resumed stroking him, then looked him in the eyes. "This is effective 90% of the time. Last chance to back out...." His dick was throbbing hard in my hand as he kissed me, and slid the needle into his arm. I obliged and pushed the plunger down slowly, still looking him in the eyes. I only took it out after it was empty. I smiled down at him. "As viral as I am, you'll show symptoms in two weeks." Before he pulled off his pants he pulled a key out of his pocket. "Not good enough, whore. I was given the key to your device and you're going to fuck me." I was of course taken a bit a back as I'm a submissive and been in chastity for months now. He reached up with his right hand, wrapped it around my neck and growled. "I'm here to get pozzed, whore. You will fuck me!" I nodded as he pulled his pants down and stepped out of them. I turned him around and put the head of my cock at the entrance to his asshole after unlocking my device "Ever been fucked by a bitch with B cup breasts?" He smiled back at me. "Yes, I noticed those...I was told you were given those because you're about to be sold into Asia and they like that sort of thing. They like ladyboys. Word is you don't have long." I smacked the head of my cock on the crack of his ass. "Beg me. Tell me what you want." He retained his smile. "You're a worthless AIDS infected whore. You mean nothing to anyone. Please give me your cock. Fuck me hard and cum deep." I reached around his body and took his cock in my right hand, stroking him. "Where are you from?" At the first sound out of his mouth, I shoved my cock into him as hard as I could, and all the way. He screamed as he grabbed the side of the rig. I kept stroking him. "Breathe through the pain, stud.....just exhale. I had to distract you before I mounted you. I don't care where you're from." Slowly I stroked him...fully I stroked him. Ignoring my instructions, he kept screaming. I put both my hands on his ass cheeks and started to work my cock in and out of him slowly. "If you think this hurts, wait until the virus kicks in - You'll feel like you're going to die but you'll be harder than you ever have in your life!" I've never fucked a man in the ass before, and for the record, I don't think he'd been fucked. His ass was incredibly tight, I felt like my cock was losing blood flow. He felt incredible, though..my whole body felt like it was on fire, a feeling that only intensified as I worked in and out of him faster. He reached down for his cock and I spanked him once HARD. "NO! You're not allowed to cum. You wanted my life - this is part of it. You're a vessel for others to use. It's not about your pleasure, it's about theirs. You're a whore now. Put both your hands on the wall." Without thought, he obeyed. "But...my dick....it's so fucking hard right now!" Just to torture him, I reached under him and took his balls in my right hand and squeezed them as tightly as I could. "Yes, I know. It happens to me every time but I don't get to cum. I'm kept in a constant state of arousal by my device but haven't cum in months. Soon, you'll be there as well." All he could do was moan as I twisted his balls in my hand. I looked down at his dick and he was leaking precum. "Does that turn you on? To know you'l end up like me when it's all over? A cock hungry, AIDS infected breeding whore?" He slapped the side of the rig out of frustration. Poor thing...he wanted so badly to cum and I wasn't letting him...but I was right, he's a whore now and he has to get used to that. I reached out with one hand and grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head and pulled him back towards me as I kept fucking him hard. "Answer me, whore!" "Yes" is what he screamed. "It fucking turns me on! The thought of being used daily to breed others while the virus takes me!" With that, I pushed one more time into him - holding my cock as deeply inside of him as I could go - and began to unload. My dick pulsating for the first time in months, filling his ass up with virus rich cum. "Can you feel that, bitch? Can you feel my dick seeding your worthless ass?" His knees buckled but he managed to stay standing up - he also managed to keep his hands off his cock. I was tempted to put it in my mouth but he's a whore now and is not allowed pleasure. I slowly pulled out of him, and while he was still quivering, injected him with another syringe of my blood. The truck came to a stop as I put my chastity device back on. I rolled up the back end of the trailer a few feet then threw the key - and the syndicates new whore - out the back. Without his clothes. He did say he wanted to be tossed aside.
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  25. The load in your hole is the icing on the cake but to get there he can take as long as he wants. And I'd like him to take his time! But if I had to choose I would prefer the fuck over the load.
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  26. I fucked a guy this weekend dry. I hooked up with him using fabguys and I was very horny. We played for a bit and I eat his hole. Funnily he then came which was rather sudden and I think he thought our now very quick session was over. However I had a different thought, I scooped up his cum, rubbed it on my rock hard dick and his hole and used it as lube as I slammed it up his arse. With his legs on my shoulders I fucked him hard and deep. He mumbled something about not being fucked and his wife would be due back, I just ploughed on as I needed to cum. I kept going until I unloaded. I’m not sure if he wanted to be fucked or even fucked raw but he now was with my load trickling out of his arse. I put my cock back in my shorts and sat back on the sofa. At which point I heard keys in the door and the fellas wife walked in the house. “Oh you must be phils mate from work” she asked. Phil looked horrified as he told me he was called ian but I calmly said “yeah, you know Phil, always on the job”. She offered me a cup of tea but I declined and made some dumb excuse about needing to get back to sort out my car. I quickly left, got in my car and drove off. Funnily I have now been blocked by “Ian” but my dna May still be in him 🤔😈😈
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  27. Getting gang-banged is my biggest fantasy and it’s easy to explain why. I just got fucked and bred by a guy on Grindr like half an hour ago and it was great. Nice cock. Good fuck. Big load. But now I’m super aroused and buzzing with his load in my ass and looking to find another top to keep that feeling going. Sometimes I do find a couple of hookups in a row and it’s amazing. But even then I’ll still want another. With a gang-bang I’d get to ride that wave for a while and I think it would be an incredible rush. I just need more cock.
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  28. both have their place. long intense fuck sessions are the best if you're comfortable and into the other guy. but honestly? sometimes i just want a total stranger to bend me over, ram my hole for thirty seconds, and leave without a word while i'm lying there feeling used playing with the load some guy just knocked me up with. different drives altogether.
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  29. I took advantage of a fuck hole at the bookstore earlier . The place wasn't too busy, but I saw a skinny middle aged white man fucking a chub bottom with a hairy ass, so I leaned against a wall and watched the show. The chub seemed to really be enjoying this guy fuck him, as he was gently rocking back and forth. I could see the top was using a rubber on his 6"ish cock, which seemed kinda sad to me as I enjoy unloading raw in a hole. So the top finishes up and just walks away, leaving the bottom surprised. As he starts to get up, I get right behind him and start to push inside him. I meet no resistance, and go balls deep and start fucking fast. The chub asks me if I'm wrapped, and I ignored him the first time and kept fucking. He asks again and I tell him not to worry it's all good. Then, as he's telling me I need to stop if I'm not wrapped, I dump a huge poz load up his ass and stop my fucking. I ask him if he's sure he wants me to stop, and he says yes sounding oissed off. Ok ok I'm sorry, I said, and slid my raw cock out of his ass. I left quickly in case he figured out he had my 5 day poz load in his ass.
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  31. FUCK! I would have loved to be the last one to fuck that smooth bottom boy with all that cum in his hole!
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  32. Hello everybody, So I was home alone last night and I decided to have some dick buried in my ass. Living in a small city (Coventry, UK) it was a bit hard to find people that I might be into (usually daddies, bears, cut dicks), but I managed to score 3 loads in my ass. It was around 9PM when I went on Grindr, Scruff, BBrt, GROWLr and FabGuys. I managed to find a guy in his 40, tall, very pale, in a way posh English guy with, I would say a 6” cut dick, from what he’s told me I managed to work his dick very passionately (so passionately I kind of bled on his cock) that he came in around 10 minutes. Next it was a guy in his late 40s, handsome, dad bod and very hairy with somewhere around 7” long and super girthy dick that literally killed me, he was rough and knew how to play inside, I asked him a few good times to stop or I’d come hands free, and I would completely be down for it if I was in a sling where I could pee while coming, not in my room hahah. He gave me a load after an hour or so and spent the night (I kind of need someone to cuddle me, yo). Then when the second woke up to go to work I woke up too, went on Grindr and I took my last load from someone that was in his 50s I’d say and had an uncut dick, not really bigger than the second one but good enough. I was so sore from the other two because all we had for lube was spit and no poppers or alcohol were consumed the night before, that I barely managed to take him in for 5 minutes until he came too. but that’s it, I went to sleep after and now I’m just telling you this story
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  33. I stopped at the bottom of the stairwell and looked back. I had never been rejected before. Ever. My head was a swirl of emotions. Anger. At being teased like some dollar store and rejected; at cumming so quickly like some adolescent touching a girl’s tits for the first time and angry because his mouth had felt so incredibly good - warm, insistent, greedy - and I’d blown it. Literally. I sat on the bottom step for a good ten minutes to collect my thoughts and calm down. Cycling when angry is never a good idea. Even I twilight when there is no traffic. Finally I pulled my backpack across my shoulders and walked back to my bike. It wasn’t there. It was too much and I bellowed in frustration and kicked the street lamp hard. It went out. Swearing to myself I realised I’d have to walk home. There was little consolation that later that night my boyfriend would literally choke and fuck me with his massive cock before loading me deep and leaving me with a couple of bruises. At that moment in time, it was Jacques cock my arse was hungry for. I started to walk. At my pace it wouldn’t take me that long and so I started planning. I’d go home and have a long soak, shave my balls and cunt, have a spliff while I swapped my piercing for a ring with a big ball bearing through which would make my cock ache as it struggled against the weight to get erect; a metal cock ring with raised bumps on the inside to add additional torture to my balls. Then I’d smoke some T, not too much and the I’d be watching hardcore bb porn and playing with a butt plug up my cunt til my boyfriend came home and found me. He’d be high on T and what else he’s taken and loaded full of black spunk, his manhood humiliated and wanting to take his anger out in some white yeah boy. Me. My phone buzzed. The screen lit up and showed me a message from Toby. A small smile eroded a small part of my anger. Let me tell you about Toby. ****** A couple of months ago I did my annual clothes shopping trip. Chino, shirts, tees and underwear. The preppy look that I had spotted for the whole of my life. I am Banana Republic man. So anyway, there I was paying for my goods when I heard a bit of a commotion behind me. I turned around and there was a mom and her poor lad. Arguing over a shirt. It was the argument that piqued my interest first. She was telling him it was “too tight” and he was disagreeing. I took a couple of seconds to check him out. He was about my height, ginger and freckles and clearly an athlete. I could tell from the well developed calves in his shorts. The cashier quietly coughed. When I turned around he had a raised eyebrow and a smirk. I smirked pack, paid and left. Outside I decided to take a break and sat on one of the benches just opposite the entrance. Placing my bags between my legs, I spread them generously and took in the view. Sure enough, the ginger lad and his mom came out. He’d clearly won as he was smiling and swinging a shopping bag. Walking next to his mom he glanced my way and for the smallest moment his step faltered. I discretely nodded at him and he discretely acknowledged. I spread my legs further and scratched my balls. His eyes lasered to my crotch. My cock stirred slightly knowing the almost impossibility of achieving anything. As I said he was my height, ginger and freckled and built. His previously adolescent softness filled out with muscle. And a nice butt. As I said I don’t often fuck but I do fuck twinks and I could almost taste his right moist Virgin hole. As I watched, storing what he looked like for a later wank fantasy he pulled his iPhone from his pocket. He mom stopped and looked at him. Pulling his phone to his chest there was a brief conversation, a quick cheek kiss and mom walked off. Putting the phone to his ear he wandered off in the other direction. As I prepared to pick up my bags and head home to crack open a fresh bottle of poppers, he turned back and smiled at me. I picked up my bags and slowly started to follow him through the mall. He wandered in and out of shops, always looking back every so often to see if I was there. I was. My interest was piqued. He wandered into a sports shop - one of those sprawling discount stores good for socks, underwear and tees. At a discrete distance I followed him in, watching as he skimmed rows of t shirts. I walked into the same aisle at the other end. As I nonchalantly looked at some shorts he whipped off his t shirt and like some straight guy tried on a shirt. Even from where I was standing I could see him freckles, slightly sun-kissed smooth chest, small pert nipples and incredible six pack. Checking himself out in the mirror he pulled the tee off and stared at me. Grinning, he dropped it to the floor, pull his own back on and let his hand drop to his crotch suggestively. Then turning he quickly walked out of the store. I almost lost him outside until I saw him disappear down an emergency stairwell. Surprised the alarm didn’t go off I followed him through the door. The stairwell was dark and clearly disused. I took me a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness but when it did I realised he was standing right in front of me. “Hi.” He stammered. In spite of his cockiness he was clearly nervous and shaking. I dropped my bags and put my hand on his chest. He gasped and took my hand. My cock was already straining in my jeans and rubbing against the denim as I was commando. Slowly he pulled my hand down to his crotch which was impressively tented. I licked my lips and slowly undid the buttons of his combat shorts to expose his pants underneath. His breathing was heavy and expectant. I pulled down the waistband and out sprung his cock. Even in the dim light the head glistened with precut and I could tell he had a big mushroom head and a thick cock. I was slightly jealous. He was at least 9” and I’d never feel it in my cunt. Shame. I slowly stroked his cock as his own hands started to pull on my jeans. I pulled him towards me and kissed him. His tongue shot out of his mouth and into mine. Fuck he was a good kisser. Pulling my cock out we both moaned as we mutually wanked our increasing wet tools. Realising time was of the essence I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth. He moaned and as if by instinct he put his hand on the back of my hand and pushed me into his crotch. I took a deep sniff of soapy bush and hairy balls and moaned. His young Vick was gushing precum and I knew I wouldn’t need to take long to drink him dry. In fact he was already thrusting his hips into my face and before long a sweet wad of cum washed down my throat. I waited until his cock has drained itself and then stood up. He smiled at me as I started to zip up my own jeans. “Wait.” Thinking a jerk off was better than nothing I stood there, cock erect and dripping. I was surprised when he then kneeled down and licked the shaft of my cock. And licked it like a pro. Looking down at him he glanced up and winked as he teased the ring in my cock. Fuck. He wasn’t that innocent. I moaned as he spent a good ten minutes sucking, licking and chewing my cock and balls. Finally, he swallowed my cock and milked me dry. Swallowing my load and then as he pulled away flicking my piercing to make my cock jerk for those final drops. Standing up he kissed my neck and told me to wait five minutes. Then he was gone. I collected my thoughts and bags and discretely re-entered the mall. I found the nearest bench and sat down, smiling. Pulling my phone out to check messages I noticed I had 10 messages on my “dating” app. It wasn’t dating. It was an app used by bb whores like me. I clicked it open and my eyes widened. It was a stream of messages form “GingerWhore”. It was him. Messages that he’s clearly sent as I had followed him which I hadn’t noticed. But it was the final one that made me go hard again. “Nice cock dude. Want you to dig your cock deep into my young cunt and vice versa. Nice seed too. Condoms only.” I smiled. Condoms only? Fuck no. I had found a Twink to corrupt and breed. ********* Perhaps my night was looking up after all. Checking my gps, I texted Toby to tell him that I was on my way and to slip a jock over his frat boy cunt.
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  34. This is exactly why you don't get it. In the area I grew up in, there is still only one power company, 1 TV/Inernet company (because of Beavis & Butthead, we lost all music television but CMT) 1 medical center (family practice doctor), and the nearest hospital was 2 towns over, and yes, only one Bakery the next town over. The anti-gay (anti anything different really) feeling was palpable in everything. Basically if they don't feel like providing services to gays/minorities, then you have to just live without that service (which is a pain when there is also only one restaurant/diner). These issues are important BECAUSE of small town America.
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  35. Make is 71 loads of cum up my ass for the year
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  36. A couple of months back, I had recently turned 26 and I was looking to be a little more socially responsible. I wanted to be able to help those in need by sharing my talents and strengths. Being gay myself, I thought that volunteering at the local AIDS Hospice would be a good way for me to do that. I called and spoke with Brian, the director, and he suggested that I come in and tour the place to see if I thought that I would fit in. On the day of my interview I showed up full of anticipation. Brian had me fill out an application and then gave me a tour of the place. There were a dozen men currently living there, all in different stages of being affected by the virus. Some guys looked completely healthy and others were more visibly ill. When the tour concluded, Brian suggested that I spend some time with one of the residents. He walked me down the hall and knocked on the bedroom door at the end. When it opened, Brian said, “Hiya, Francis! I’ve given Alex here the grand tour. I think he likes the place. Could you, maybe, give him the lowdown on living here? You know…an insider’s viewpoint.” I should tell you about Francis. He was my height and very thin. He obviously had lost a lot of weight. His sweatpants hung from his bony hips. What appeared to be a pretty sizable cock bobbed enticingly against the grey fleece material. His tank top loosely covered his torso. His face was still quite handsome…gaunt but cheerful. Francis always had a smile…at least for me. Francis invited me into his room. There were no chairs so he had me sit on his bed and he sat down next to me. “So,” he said, “do you like the place? You thinking of working here?” I told him that I was impressed with the setup. “Brian said I could start out working the overnight awake shift. I’d be alone but, he told me not to be concerned because nothing much ever happens during those hours. I’m sure I could handle the work. You know…I’ve always wanted to be in a job where I could be of service!” Francis told me about his fellow house mates. He made a point of reminding me that these weren’t just patients. They were flesh and blood men with wants and needs of their own. I responded that, if I worked there, I’d do anything I could to improve their day to day lives. Of course, I ended up taking the job. I started the following week and, on my first night, after everyone else was settled in for the night, I rapped on Francis’ door and poked my head in. “Hey!” he called out. “Come on in!” He was just wearing an old frayed bathrobe that dangled from his skinny frame. He got up and joined me in sitting on the edge of his bed. I told him that I was just checking to make sure he was set for the night. “Thanks!” he said. “That’s real thoughtful of you, Alex! I like you! In fact…I like you A LOT!” With that, he leaned over and brushed his lips against mine. Without much thought, I kissed him back. His hand caressed my knee. “Remember?” he said. “Remember when you told me that you wanted to be of service to the residents here?” “Sure!” I said. He continued. “When we found out you were coming to work here, we all talked it over. Now…I could tell you what we need most…but here, let me show you.” That said, he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me back onto the bed. He followed me down so he that was laying on top of me. His sunken chest pressed against me. His lips locked on to mine. At the same time his hand slid over my crotch and began a gentle squeezing. “We may be sick…but we’re MEN, you know. Men with NEEDS. And right now, Alex, I need YOU!” I wasn’t sure how far Francis was going to go with this but I didn’t mind making out with him. Like I said…he was a good-looking guy and his urgency was contagious. How could I say no? He opened the drawer on his bedside table and took out a small bottle. “Here, Baby…take a hit of my poppers here!” They must have been fresh and, whatever they were, they were awfully strong. My mind spun off into the void. I was utterly relaxed and felt an indescribable bliss. I was remotely aware that my pants and briefs were getting tugged down off me. When I began to re-focus, I realized that his hand was tugging and stroking my dick which, naturally, began to swell and harden. “Take some more!” his voice said and off I went again. When my vision cleared, there stood Francis, between my legs, raising my legs up to his shoulders. His bathrobe had parted, revealing a stiff cock that was already dripping toxic goo. He leaned close. “And AGAIN!” the voice commanded. He held the bottle in place so that I had to take 4 or 5 breaths of the heady vapors. That really sent me to the moon. Fucking heavenly! As I returned to earth, I became aware of a rocking motion. The cause was soon apparent. Francis had entered me and was thrusting forcefully against my upturned ass. I could feel his cock sawing back and forth. His speed increased and his breathing grew ragged “FUCK! HERE I COME!” he shouted as he pushed into me one last time and held himself in place, his cock spasming repeatedly. Although he had emptied his balls deep inside me, he didn’t withdraw, opting to stay on top of me, his dick plugging my hole. “Come on, Baby! Let’s give my seed time to latch on…start to grow in you. I kinda wanna be the one that knocks you up!” As we lay there, he explained that all the men in the hospice had decided that what they needed most was for someone like me to be their willing partner whenever they wanted to breed. Most of them felt shunned by society and hadn’t been able to fuck a bottom like me in a long, long time. They wanted to be able to use me during the night hours as they would a lover. They wanted someone that wouldn’t say no to receiving their dirty seed! Francis asked, “Are you willing to do this for us?” Again, how could I say no? That was several months ago. Since then, some residents have died and new ones have replaced them, but night after night I’m there to service them…my 12 Poz Lovers.
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  37. I’ll pull my cock away and when the bottom looks through the hole to see where it’s gone I’ll indicate with my fingers that he needs to turn around
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  38. Just hit 200 loads instead my ass, at least the ones I know of...will try for 400 by end of year.
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  39. Back at the gay campground this past weekend. My one true love and me first night there, July Fourth, go cruise the shed. Anxious, excited . . .we start early. No one much there yet. We make our own fun too. He starts pantomiming being strapped to the St. Andrews’ cross that is sitting there left from some other more assertively sexual weekend, like one of the leather weekends. Just the THOUGHT of him strapped there I mean the first thing I’d do is . . . . . . . pull his pants down of course. And that ass! He and I have been practicing fucking with an audience, which I am not so good at. Last time we were at the campground, we went out to the cruising area broad daylight, spread out a mat, and got to it until Ibred him hard and deepthere in the open. Well his ass there in the shed. I start doing what any self-respecting pervert fag does in that situation. I spit to lube his asshole and start pushing my dick in him.FUCK I hope the feeling of pushing in like that never stops making my head spin. My precum flows pretty well and in no time I am working long strokes in and out. He’s digging it. This dude sidles in from my periphery . . .he’s digging it too. He ‘s really into it. He checks my dick is bare. Pulls his dick out. It starts rapidly hardening. This dude is thirty something, muscular, shaved head. He asks something like “Are youse together?” in a NY accent. I tell him yeah we are. He asks if he can . . . .? I look at my one true. And regarding my one true, as I understand it I am an anachonism in his sexual life history in the way I own his ass. He’s never really been an anal bottom. Dirty slut perv, yes, we share that. But as I understand it, deep in his ass has been mine and mine alone. So I look at him for some kind of communication in the dark. No luck. But the dude practically pushes me out of the way to get lined up to penetrate the ass I just pulled out of. He asks if it is okay? I am like YEAH. Jeez though inexperience and excitement, he cant get lined up. I am not wanting to hurt my one true, so I help line it up and slide it in.FUCK. He is into it. He starts stroking in and out, and says to me “I love sodomy.” Then “ Man I love buttfucking.” As he is bare fucking my one true love’s ass anonymously. Me watching. He asks if it’s okay him fucking mine. I say FUCK YES He asks if he can cum? I say FUCK YES He asks if he should pull out? I say NO BREED HiM and I start going on . . . OF COURSE YOU SHOULD CUM INSIDE HIM. I BREED HIS ASS REGULARLY. WHO WOULDN’T WANT YOUR CUM UP THEIR ASS? YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO SHOOT YOUR LOAD IN HIM And he asks how old he is “Sixty-one” I reply Dude says. I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING i’m cumming. And he bred my man’s ass. His dick . . .despite the dark I saw it slip out looking swollen and glistening. He popped it back in his pants and was off. Omd the fun we had the next day trying to figure out exactly who it was. But that is nothing compared with the fun in my head. STRANGER YOUNG MUSCLE DUDE BRED MY ONE TRUE’S ASS ANONYMOUSLY AND I HELPED IT HAPPEN We fucked later that night when we got to the camper. We fucked the next morning again in the cruise area out of doors. We fucked and fucked and fucked in addition to fooling around at the gay campground. FUCK man! You can imagine why he’s my one true to do that with me. If you took as much dick as I gave him, you might understand why I am his.
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  40. How about if someone doesn't want to provide health care to Gays if they don't want too? Or provide service to public utilities? How about selling groceries, gas, other essentials "if they don't want too?" It's not about cake. It never has been.
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  41. I'm in a similar situation. I have a top daddy breeder that recently was diagnosed poz. We have been having sex for about 15 yrs. Always bareback. He was always neg. Recently he tested poz amd I'm like u. I wamt it but then I chicken out. My top daddy told me to face my fears. So tomorrow we are supposed to have a date and I asked him to poz me and he said yes. So hopefully after tomorrow I'll have his DNA
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  42. My partner and I did a long weekend down south to get away from the cold. We try to do this as often as possible in the winter. Stayed at a gay resort in FTL, clothing optional, with a nice pool and hot tub area. The weather was pretty decent while we were there, so the pool area was active most afternoons and evenings. There was a nice mix of guys in their 40s, 50s and 60s at the resort, and it appeared some men came in on a day pass. There’s no playroom at this place, but that doesn’t slow down the sexual energy. There’s plenty of friskiness to be enjoyed. Some guys are very friendly, while there are always a few who just keep to themselves. One afternoon they hosted a little happy hour out by the pool. Nothing fancy, but still a nice opportunity to have a few cocktails and chat with other guys. My partner Shane and I threw on our bathing suits and joined the milling crowd. I chatted with a couple guys from Texas and MInnesota who were spending a couple weeks down there. I also appreciated the bartender was a heavy pourer and I was starting to enjoy a little buzz. Shane was chatting it up with some guys near the hot tub. He looked hot standing there in his blue speedo, his ample cock filling out the front nicely. There were casuals pets and tugs happening around the happy hour as guys flirted with one another. About 45 minutes into the event, I noticed an older bearish guy, silver-white hair, husky, with a trim beard wearing an orange speedo come up behind Shane and start rubbing his shoulders. I recognized the guy as someone who had been around the pool last night, and had chatted with Shane and a few others. He was charismatic and humorous, as I remembered, though I couldn’t recall much about him. I grabbed another drink and joined another conversation. I noticed that the daddy continued rubbing Shane’s shoulders, but was now also slowly grinding against Shane’s ass. Shane for his part had stopped participating in the conversation near him, and was slipping into his non-verbal sexual state. His hands reached back and touched the silver-haired daddy who was methodically seducing him. He started grinding his ass back against the guy’s bulging speedo, which was no longer completely containing the hardon. Finally I saw the guy lean toward Shane’s ear, say something, and Shane silently nodded. They quickly disappeared through the foliage, and then I caught of glimpse of them making their way to the guest rooms. It looked like they may head to our room. I chatted a few minutes more as the bar was closing up for happy hour. Guys were discussing dinner plans. I took that opportunity to slip away and head toward our room. I listened at the door, and thought I heard noise inside — tough to always tell through these metal doors. I unlocked the door quietly and stepped inside quickly and silently so as not to disturb anything. There was an intense sexual energy in the room. Shane was already impaled on the guy’s cock, the bear laying on his back on the bed while Shane bucked and bounced on his thick meat. He was riding hard, grunting and breathing heavy as he took that cock. The bear pushed a bottle of poppers under Shane’s nose — “Take a good hit, boy. You’ll need it.” Shane’s face was a total cock lust — a look I’ve seen plenty of times. I knew he was totally captivated by this guy’s dick inside him, and was going to do whatever he told. The bear obviously figured that out, too. ”Ride it, boy. This is what you wanted. Daddy’s cock in your hole.” i started jerking off,tucked behind a screen off the side of the room where I wouldn’t be intrusive. I love watching Shane get fucked, and this promised to be a hot show. Shane leaned forward, bracing his arms against the bear’s chest. The guy started thrusting upward hard and deep, driving grunts and gasps out of his bottom boy. They fucked intensely for nearly 10 minutes as I watched. Then Shane slowed down and slid off. The cock that emerged from his ass was like a torpedo — no wonder he was making so much noise getting fucked! It looked to be 7 1/2-8 inches long, and was girthy all around the middle before tapering to a nice head that could penetrate the tightest hole. Shane collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto his back. The bear was up and kneeling in front of Shane. “Show me your hole.” Shane complied, raising his legs and spreading them to expose his hole. The bear positioned himself and plunged inside, driving a gasp from Shane. “That’s it boy. It’s supposed to hurt a little. You knew you wanted this cock down by the pool. Now take it.” The guy proceeded to fuck Shane senseless. He was pounding hard, his balls slapping against Shane’ ass — I could hear it across the room — using the younger man’s ass for his pleasure. I could almost feel what Shane was experiencing in his ass. The thick raw cock stretching his hole wide, filling him with each plunging thrust, feeling empty each time it pulled out, and desperate to have it inside him again. He was completely given over to the ecstasy being fucked, and anticipating what more was to come. “I’m gonna mark your ass, boy. That’s right. You’re gonna be bred.” Shane looked up excitedly, breathing heavy with his hot body spread wide open for the pounding he was taking. The bear was grunting, a deep, growling sound. “Oh, boy. You’re gonna be my cumdump. That’s what you wanted down by the pool. Wasn’t it?” Shane was beyond being able to speak — he just nodded excitedly, breathing heavy, and looking with total surrender at the guy using him. The bear pounded into him, his thrusts fast and powerful. He was going for the gold here. He let out a string of grunts, his body slamming hard into Shawn’s spread ass, holding it there for a second, and then thrusting again as he grunted. He was unleashing streams of cum inside Shane’s waiting ass. He gave a feel final thrusts, relishing the tight, warm hole he’d been using. Then he pulled out, shuffled up the bed to Shane head, “Clean off Daddy’s dick,” and he pushed his raw cock into Shane’s open mouth. “ That’s it. Clean every drop of cum off it. Taste your ass on my dick.” Shane moaned his agreement, never taking his mouth off the cock that had just bred him. “That’s it, boy. I knew you were a cum whore. That’s eat. Show me how much you loved Daddy’s cock.” The energy in the room was fading. Shane would not cum, and the bear had no further use for him at the moment. He’d seduce Shane again the next night, and take him to a friend’s room where they would both breed his hot ass. Shane would describe to me how they passed him back and forth, fucking his face and ass until they both filled him with their cum. This is one of the reasons I love staying at gay resorts and on gay cruises. If you enjoyed this story of our exploits, let me know with a message and/or an uprating. I’ll keep sharing so long as people are reading — and hopefully getting off to them.
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  43. Totally agree with RennzzoRenne and others ! I grew up with families you love having party's - drinking beer - music and having Fun ! There were times getting somewhat druck - having fun times with the parents ! I was very close to the parents - having fucked the mothers of my friends and some how sucking off a few Daddy's ! I remember a big breast mother - accidently spilled beer on her top - trying to wipe or dry the shirt - her nipples grew bigger - a starting with a 2 month relationship - then I accidently walked into the bath room - 1 of the boy's ( Black ) father there peeing - I had a beer in my hand - he was drinking too - saying ," O.M.G. - sorry ( he had a huge uncut dick ) and about on my way out ! " He said ," Stay - I want to talk to you ! " I just could not take my eyes off his huge dick - he knew it too ! ! He started talking baseball - then finishing peeing - he shake his big beautiful meat - mentioning getting the last drip off - rolling his uncut meat ! Then , told me go ahead to pee while he washed his hands - I did so - uncut too - became bonding that night - he having a business in town - doing service calls for him and his friends !
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  44. Hmm this topic got me thinking about it all. First thing is that i only like gloryholes in public toilet stalls. If I am at a sex venue then I prefer all my action with no walls between us. I want to feel my hand on the back of your head as you suck my cock, or to feel my hands on your hips while I thrust into you. IF I am at a gloryhole, and you are sucking my cock, then I would probably prefer you to just keep sucking until I shoot, but if you must back your ass onto my cock, that might be ok too, although my preference is not to fuck with a wall between us. If you behave poorly that's your choice, just as its my choice to walk away. Anonymous sex and being a filthy slut are no excuse for poor manners (as my dear mum used to say - not really)
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  45. As Jerry leaves the room I look at Nick and see this young boy laying on his stomach with a freshly fuck hole and pink cum coming out. I have been lock in chastity since Jerry took me off my meds 3 months ago when he planned to kidnap Nick. Jerry converted me 6 years ago when he took me in as his boy and in that time I have been his partner in this business. Nick is so good looking with just me here now and I know Jerry has the cameras on and is watching to see what I will do. I roll Nick over on his back and I can see he is starting to crash from Miss Tina, I pick up a syringe look in his eyes and Nick smiles back to me as I find a vain and inject it in , when I undo the strap he is gasping for breath as this is a heavy shot. I can’t help my self and start to kiss Nick and he is responding back with a lot on passion , as I try to control my self I’m not going to just fuck him but make man on man love to him and he is still a virgin in so many ways. I find his nipples are wired to his dick and spend time bitting , licking and sucking them. I tell him to do the same to me and to be careful with my nipple rings. Nick is a fast learner and my dick is rock hard but I want to get him going wild begging for me to fuck his hole. I push him down to my dick and direct Nick on how to suck a dick with a 4 gauge Prince Albert and tell Nick he will have one very soon. I don’t to put a load in Nick mouth as that is a waist of good toxic cum, it should be in his boy hole. I push Nick away and work on his Tina dick but he is kinda of hard and it does not me long for him to shoot a load into my mouth. I have never seen someone on this much Tina to be able to stay this hard and still shoot a big load. I keep Nick load in my mouth and crawl up his body till we are face to face and kiss Nick and give back his negative load. I look in Nick face and say you want me to fuck you and he says YES. I tell Nick I’m POZ and he says I don’t care I just want to make man on man love to me. I turn him over on his stomach put Nick on all 4s and put my face in his hole. Jerry did a fine job but Nicks hole is back to being tight , I get my tongue in and boy this is so pretty and do all I can and Nick is moaning in pleasure now , so its time as I’m like a rock. The PA I’m working up and down his crack and as I start to push in I can Nick hole is opening up for me. Once I’m all the way in I just to do shorts slow strokes and Nick is really enjoying it, not like when Jerry just rape his hole. I ask Nick that when I cum does he want my POZ cum in his hole and become a POZ cum dump YES is all I hear. The door opens and it’s Jerry with a hand held camera as He wants to get all the close ups on Nick hole and my dick working his hole.Nick is oblivious to Jerry as he is begging for me to fuck faster and faster and I know the PA is doing its job of tearing the inside of Nicks hole up so my toxic cum gets into Nick blood stream. When I cum I burry my body to his so my cum goes in as deep as it can and I just stay their till my dick is no longer pulsing out my toxic cum. When I pull Nick turn over and says thank you as I bring my dick to his mouth so he can clean it and he does it so willing as he looks up to me , when he is finish I kiss him and we cuddle for a wile and then we fuck again and again, Then Jerry break into the room.
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  46. So far, very interesting. I'd love to read where this goes.
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  47. Thanks for a hot story, always nice to share something with some friend/friends.
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  48. Very true. And I've learned that reality doesn't live up to fantasies a lot of the time. Sadly. Things like this just aren't worth the risk in my opinion. Know what you are going into before you do it. Best for everyone involved.
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  49. As said before by others, if he is just a casual friend and you don't really see him on a regular basis anymore, gor for it and have fun with the two dads. If he is a close friend, stay away from it and don't ruin the friendship.
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