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  1. Recently I had to help out at another location for work. Down the street from the other location is a adult book and video store. It has small booths in the back, maybe six of them. A couple of them have gloryholes. In my area masks are still required in public. In a way it makes these types of anonymous encounters even hotter because you really don’t see much of the other person. One day after work I decided to stop by and see if I could suck a couple cocks. The parking lot was full, I hoped that was a good sign. I went in pick a both with a gloryhole, put my money in so the video would play and the attendant would leave me alone. Within a few minutes a guy came into the opposite booth, and in short order stuck his semi hard cock thru, average length but nice and thick. I greedily started sucking and within a few minutes received his tasty load. He zipped up and headed out, without a word spoken. Before I could get off my knees another guy walked in, latched the door, and stuck his soft cock thru, it was a very nice uncut cock and as I sucked it became a very nice 7 inch piece of meat. I sucked him for a good ten minutes before he shot his load down my throat. Again he zipped up and left, and soon as he walked out another guy walked in. This time he motioned for me to put my cock thru, after swallowing two loads I decided I was ready to get off, I have a nice uncut six inch piece with above average thickness. I bellied up to the wall with my cock throbbing on the other side. This guy was a hell of a cock sucker. A few minutes into him sucking me he asked if he could come over to my booth and I readily agreed. I unlatched my door backed up against the other wall, keep in mind these booths are not big at all, he came in with his back to me, he was of slim build and dark tanned skin, with jet black wavy hair, he backed right against me grinding his ass against my hard cock, I wrapped my arms around him and started feeling him up, he was smooth with well defined abs. With his back still to me he lowered his shorts and started rubbing lube on my cock (I have no idea where he pulled that lube from lol), he had the sexiest little ass. I couldn’t tell if he already had a load in his ass or was just pre-lubed. By the tightness I felt going in I’m assuming he was just lubed. He directed my cock straight to his hole, He gave the sexiest moan has I slide all the way in. I knew with as tight as he was I wasn’t going to last long. I grabbed his slim hips and really started fucking, he was stroking his cock and moaning the whole time, all of sudden he started shooting his load all over the floor, when he did that he clamped his ass muscles down on my cock and my load shot straight into is warm ass. His ass muscles milked every drop of cum out of my cock. As he pulled his shorts up and fixed his shirt he started to turn to face me and put his mask back on, it was then I realized that he was one of the young guys I was working with at the new location I was working at, we were both more than a little surprised. Needless to say we’ve had a lot more fun since that first time in the adult book store. Let me know if you want to hear more.
    8 points
  2. I have been hooking up with a 21yo college kid and his 19yo roommate for a couple of months which are more than half my age, but when school finished up the 19yo went home. So, the 21yo has taken advantage of it just being the two of us. He is young 21yo like I said, hung close to 7.5, neatly trimmed and can cum like a freight train. He called me yesterday afternoon and told me to stop by on my way home. When he tells me what to do I jump. I get to his house. he was sitting naked on the couch slowly pumping his half hard cock. I went straight to my knees and slid his thick cock into my eager hungry mouth. I sucked him till he was at full-staff. He handed me lube and told me to get ready. I stripped, lubed his thick prick and fingered some into my hole. I crawled on top of him and slid down this pole till I rested neatly on his lap. He gyrated his hips and jabbed his cock into my all too slutty ass. I rode him for a few minutes before He rolled me over on my back and really began to pound my ass. He drilled me for a good 15 minutes before he unloaded his 5-day load deep in my cunt. I sucked him clean trying to get him hard for another round which I quickly got in short order. It was quickly time to leave. I was dripping two huge loads when I left his house. I had that urge that two loads weren't going to be enough. I took a little detour and hit the local ABS in the next town over. The parking lot had more than a few cars in the lot. So, i knew the pickings should be good and they were. I strolled the booth area and caught the eye of strapping black guy. I nodded at him and then slipped into a booth leaving the door unlocked and starting up some hot gay porn. I dropped my pants and soon had my desired visitor knocking only door. I let him in and he came in locking the door behind himself. I immediately dropped to knees and fished out a healthy 9 inch black cock. I had him hard in no time When he was ready he pulled me up, bent me over at my waist and I supported myself with my hands on my knee. He easily pushed his meat into my wet freshly fucked hole. He drilled my loose wet hole hard for more than a few minutes before he added his thick load to the mix. I got his number. He might become a regular Joey
    7 points
  3. We were the twinky frat bois at uni; Jake, Brad, Zack and Dom (he lived up to his name). The other guys wanted a piece of our shredded bodies but they didn't get any - why should they! We we're the best looking guys and we were two sets of boyfiends. Although we were two pairs of boyfiends (Jake /Brad and Dom/Zack) we all fucked each other - and loved to do it in front of others at the bath house. ALWAYS raw. It was safe though because we only played with each other. Guys came up to us at the bath house and we loved the attention but always turned them down. All was well until one day this huge, hairy, muscled as fuck, tatted bear swaggered into the sauna and walked straight passed out cabin (which had the door open so lads could see what they were missing) and went to the bar. We went out and bought drinks - just really wanting a look. He caught a glance of us when he was turning the page of his magazine but much to our annoyance kept reading. We left without our usual euphoria that day but by next week were ready for our play session. We played for a bit and then decided to take a break and head to the bar. As we were walking along the corridor we saw him. Again he didn't acknowledge us, head held high. My other half Brad plucked up the courage to say; "hey wanna play". He looked around and said "normally only play with real men but that Zack looks fit and hungry by the look in his eyes". Zack replied "oh sir, I'd do anything". The bear smiled and said "that's more like it - you mean anything? Like a raw breeding session". Zack said "oh yes sir" but glanced at Dom. The bear said "good boy". Dom was like "its cool - poz guys don't look as good as you so yeh use his ass". The bear chuckled and dropped his towel reveal a huge thick cock. "You sure you want this WEAPON in you?". Zack replied "Oh yes sir, please sir". We went back to the cabin where Zack lubed up and knelt to suck on the bears mighty cock. While he sucked Dom lubed and fingered Zack's hole and then the bear pushed him back onto the mattress and slid his cock slowly but firmly into Zack's hole. Zack moaned - this is amazing, you completely fill me. The bear replied "yeh, a proper man inside you, making you mine". Zack moaned "yes, make me yours". The bear picked up the pace and pounded Zack. Dom turned to me and said "right Jake I'm fucking you" . I lubed my hole and kissed him and then as he lay down i slid onto his cock. The bear started growling and shouted "here it cums boy I'm making you mine". Zack sighed "yes, i can feel your cock grow in me - shoot raw inside me". The bear grunted and moaned and pinned Zack down. Until he lay down on top of Zack. I could feel Dom swell inside me and then he groaned as he shot a huge load in my hole. We kissed and cuddled for a bit then showered off. Brad who'd watched all of this was like "your getting my load when we get home Jake - I need to bust my nut". I hungrily agreed and said i needed his cock in me and that I also couldn't wait for next week to play with Dom and Zack again!
    5 points
  4. Part 11 I untied Colt from the bed and told him to go take a hot shower, he reeked like the filthy pig he was. As he was cleaning himself off, I laid out the clothes I had bought for him, as minimal as they were. I had purchased him a white wife beater, some white basketball shorts, a jockstrap and a pair of flip flops. I wanted as much of my whore on display as I possibly could. And luckily, the weather was still warm enough, a balmy mid 70's. A squeeky clean Colt soon emerged, buck naked, toweling off his dark curls. He looked so sexy with his locked up cock that I couldn't help but walk up to him and kiss him, pinching his nipples as my tongue took control of his mouth. He just groaned and ground his body into mine. Then I told him to get dressed. The outfit did not disappoint! The tank top hugged his muscular frame as did the shorts. He normally would have worn a large, but I picked out a medium pair so that it clung tightly to his round ass and form fitted around his jockstrapped cage providing an ample bulge. The flip flops were the icing on the cake as they showcased his sexy size 14 feet. There was no way a horny trucker would he able to resist this primo stud. I had new clothes as well. Similar, but a little more modest with a t-shirt, baggier shorts and tennis shoes. After all, I wanted all the attention on Colt. I loaded up a pipe and we kicked back on the bed for a few, shot gunning hits and making out, my hands exploring his body. "Are you ready whore?" I eventually asked him. "Let's do this, stud!" He said as he kissed me again and grabbed my crotch. Soon we were in his truck heading over to the truck stop. We strode inside and instantly garnered all kinds of looks, some with just curiosity, but some with that definite look of desire. There were a couple of empty stools at the end of the counter, perfect for observing the whole place. We sat down and quickly ordered some food. Scrambled eggs, fruit and toast. Neither of us were hungry, but we forced ourselves. While we ate, I kept tabs on the guys that seemed to be checking Colt out the most. Halfway through our meal I told Colt to go use the restroom, which happened to be all the way across the diner so he had to walk through the whole place. As he walked away, I noticed a small wet spot in his shorts where some of Habib's cum had leaked out of him. I guess I should have plugged the slut's leaky hole, but the fact that it made him look even sluttier made my dick get instantly rock hard. I made note of three men that watched Colt intently as he walked through the diner. Bingo! Now I just had to figure out a way to let them know my whore was available. I asked the waitress to borrow a pen and wrote on three napkins. "If you're horny, my whore will take care of your needs. Meet us out back in 30 minutes at the black Ford truck with the big tires. Both holes available, no charge!" I folded the notes as Colt walked back from the bathroom. All three men definitely had the look of lust on them. The first guy was easy to pass the note too as he sat just a couple stools down from us. He was a fat guy with long hair wearing a Metallica t-shirt and denim shorts. He read the note and smiled, giving me a nod and showing a few missing teeth. The thought of Colt servicing him made my dick throb a couple times. The next guy was sitting in a booth a few down from us along the window. He had a cap on his bald head and a beard. He was probably in his 40's or so and arms almost as big as Colt's with some tattoos on them. I got up and headed to the bathroom. As I passed his table, I nonchalantly dropped the folded up note and kept walking hoping no one was watching. The third guy was going the be the hardest to get the note to. He was sitting in a booth off the direct path to the restroom. Luckily, I caught his eye and was able to mouth, "Follow me." as I continued my trek. A few moments after I had been standing at a urinal, I noticed him in the one next to me. Without a word I passed him the note. He was about my height, maybe 30ish with one of those wirey builds. You know the type, skinny, but solid and defined. He read the note and smiled. Then he mumbled something that sounded like Russian. Then he said quietly, in a thick accent, "I will be there. I hope your whore likes hard fuck." "He loves it." I whispered back. "The harder the better." The Russian just laughed as I zipped up and walked out. After I had sat back down next to Colt, I looked at the guy in the booth and he gave me a quick thumbs up, I just smiled and nodded back. "Looks like I found you three cocks, slut." I whispered to Colt. "Hot damn! You're the best!" He smiled back at me, his green eyes twinkling. 20 minutes later found us back at his truck, waiting. The Russian was the first to arrive. "We can use trailer. Just unloaded so is empty. More room than cab of truck. He big boy. He take up room. Sergei need room to fuck." "There's a couple more guys joining us." I let him know. "Good." Sergei said, matter of factly. "Sergei like sloppy pussy." He said looking Colt dead in the eyes. I laughed at how he kept referring to himself in the third person. "They go first. Then Sergei fuck." He grabbed Colt's crotch as he said this. "What is that?" He asked. "Is that cage on cock?" "Yup." I replied. "Got the whore locked up, cause it's not about his cock, only yours." I said to the Russian. He just laughed and spit on the ground. "American pig. Come!" He ordered as he started walking toward his truck. "I'll wait here for the other two!" I called after him. Sergei just waved his hand in the air and kept walking, Colt trailing behind him. I watched as Sergei opened the back of a trailer close by and Colt climbed in, the Russian following him. A few minutes later the fat guy strolled up. "Where's he at?" He asked. "He's in the back of that trailer over there, with the red cab. There's gonna be a couple guys joining." "I don't care." Said the fat guy. "I just want to fuckin nut in that ass!" I just laughed as he walked to the rig and climbed in the trailer. It wasn't but a few minutes later that the third guy showed up. After I explained the situation, we walked over to the trailer together. As we rounded the back of the trailer, I smiled as I saw the scene already before me. There was Colt, like the whore he was, on his knees, his face buried in the stomach of the fat guy, slurping away on an average sized cock. The Russian, meanwhile, had pulled Colt's shorts down, fully exposing his hard, round ass, and was fingering his hole while he rubbed Colt's welts with his other hand. "Whore has been fucked a lot, yes?" He asked me. "Fuck yeah, like 30 something cocks since Friday night." I answered him. "Damn." Said the Russian. "I'm impressed. He still want more?" "Hell yeah! As much as I can find for him!" "Oh fuck, that's hot!" Said the fat guy. "I need that ass now! I'm close to nutting!" "No problem." Said Sergei, as he pulled Colt of the cock he was sucking by his hair. Colt's mouth hung open and he looked disappointed that he wasn't going to get to swallow the load. His look of disappointment turned to one of surprise as Sergei planted one of his booted feet on the back of his neck and forced his head to the ground so his ass was sticking up and available. "Go ahead." He instructed the fat guy. "Go ahead and fuck pig!" The fat guy moved right in and stuck in as much as he could get into Colt, given his belly. The bulk of his belly rested on top of Colt's hard, round buttocks, and slapping sounds reverberated through the trailer as his large, flabby thighs made contact with Colt's thick, solid ones. "You like, American pig?" Asked the Russian to Colt. "You like having a fat man fucking your pussy?" "Oh God yes!" Croaked Colt, his throat still under the weight of the Russian's boots. "Give it to me please!" "Fucking pig!" Snarled Sergei. Then he spewed forth some stuff in Russian as he spit on Colt's face two times, landing big globs of saliva on Colt's cheeks. It ran into his open mouth as the fat guy started trembling. "Oh God!" He cried out. "I'm gonna fucking nut! Gonna blow in this hot ass!" He grabbed onto Colt's hips as his whole body shook, literally like jelly, as he unloaded what was probably a huge load into my man. The Russian smiled a cold smile, his ice blue eyes glinting as he spit on Colt yet again. The fat guy pulled out and I got a glimpse of Colt's freshly fucked hole as yet another anonymous load dripped out of it. I didn't get to look long as the tattooed trucker quickly moved in. He didn't even unbuckled his pants, he just sported a nice veiny 8 inch dick sticking out of the fly of his jeans, topped with a fat p.a. He grabbed Colt's ankles and pulled him flat, the using his knees, he pushed Colt's apart. He climbed into place on top of Colt and just slammed himself into the teen beneath him. Colt let out a long groan as the trucker buried himself balls deep. Sergei just spewed some more Russian and spit on Colt yet again. The trucker wasted no time and planted his hands above Colt's shoulders and started plowing away. He pounded Colt's ass like there was no tomorrow, letting out little grunts with each forceful thrust. Colt grunted in turn as well each time the piercing punched his prostate deep inside. "Da." Sergei purred. "That is good pig. Good pig who knows place." He removed his boot from Colt's neck and knelt down next to his head. He grabbed a handful of Colt's curls in his hand and yanked his head up. Colt's mouth hung open and he panted with each grunt from the thrust of the tattooed trucker. Sergei's ice blue eyes bore into his emerald green ones. "Grunt like pig, American whore." He snarled. "Show Sergei what you really are. Grunt like piggy!" Colt started grunting, somewhat to my amazement. He grunted and snorted each time the trucker pounded him. "Louder pig!" Sergei demanded. "I want to really hear it!" Colt started snorting louder, never taking his eyes off of Sergei's. "That's it pig! Show me what filthy American whore really is!" Sergei egged Colt on as he spit on him again, right between his eyes. "Holy fuck!" Shouted the tattooed trucker. "I'm gonna come in this fucking pig! Oh Jesus. Take it you whore!" He bellowed as he buried himself balls deep in Colt and pumped yet another load into the 18 yo stud. Colt just continued to snort as he stared into Sergei's eyes, accepting the cum into his guts. The trucker pulled out and a possessed Sergei pulled Colt up by his hair. And even though Colt out weighed and out muscled Sergei by quite a bit, the Russian slammed Colt against the side of the trailer like it was nothing. He ripped open his pants to reveal a fat 10 inch cock. He slammed it full force into Colt as he pushed the side of Colt's face against the wall. "Oh God yes, fuck me!" Colt began. Sergei just slammed his face against the trailer side, hard. "You no talk pig. Only grunt!" He commanded Colt. Colt responded by grunting and snorting like a mad man as Sergei pummeled his hole. The tattooed trucker walked over to me, his slimy dick hanging out of his pants. Without a word, I sunk to my knees and took him into my mouth. His cock tasted of cum and ass juice. Colt's ass juice. I had never sucked a cock fresh from Colt's cum hole before, and just the thought of knowing where it had been just moments before made my dick throb harder than it ever has before. It physically hurt, it was so hard as I kneeled there, slurping on the ass covered cock while Sergei pounded my man for all he was worth and Colt snorted like a pig in heat. Eventually, Sergei let out a Bellow and slammed Colt's head against the trailer a few times as he fired his load into the American pig, shouting out in Russian. When he had finally finished, he pulled out and threw Colt onto the trailer floor. He spit one more time on Colt's upturned, cum leaking ass and said, "fucking American pig!"
    5 points
  5. I live alone in a second floor unit of a security block of units. My lease was coming up and I was moving to a fully furnished house, so I didn't need most of my existing furniture. So I was selling pieces off one by one online. The deal was you had to come and pick it up and take it away yourself. I am 5'7" in my 30's with an athletic build. Reasonably tight arse and smooth body except for my arse and pubes. I am also a very hungry bottom and I love being seeded. But lately with everything that has been going on getting ready for the move there has not been much action. But I was cleaning myself out every day to be ready in case an opportunity arose. I was selling the single bed from the spare room and it was all as usual. A mum wanted it for her kids etc. The usual boring shit. Then she messaged and said her brother would come pick it up with his ute for her in the afternoon. That was all fine and I hadn't thought much more about it. It was summer, so nice and warm and I was in shorts and singlet and a bit sweaty from moving things around. But there were storm clouds rolling over. The buzzer sounded and a deep gruff voice said it was Dan for the bed. I buzzed him up. A short while later there is a knock at the door and I open the door to reveal a middle eastern god. I mean, I cannot find a better way to describe him. He was 6' tall, short dark hair with a trimmed facial beard and piercing blue eyes. He was obviously a smoker. I smelt it radiate off him the second I opened the door. He was wearing a tight white singlet and quite tight gym shorts. He had a glorious hairy chest bursting from his singlet and his gym shorts were tight enough that I could see he had quite a nice package down there. I had to be very conscious not to stop and stare at his crotch. He had numerous tattoos and a full sleeve on his left arm. And embedded in the tattoos on his left arm sleeve was a clear and distinct biohazard tattoo. I pretty much fixated on the tattoo probably too long and I am pretty sure he noticed. Because when I looked back into his eyes he sprout a huge cheeky smile and his whole demeanour changed to being quite friendly. "I'm Dan. Here to pick up the bed" I initially stuttered a bit out of awe and just how good looking he was. "Um yeah right. Did you need a hand getting the mattress down to your ute?" "Yeah, that would be great. So much easier that way" As we were talking the sound of a few thunder claps sounded and there was a sudden down pour of rain outside. "Shit" Dan says and he walks out to my enclosed balcony to confirm what he just heard. I get to see him from behind and he had rock hard arse muscles. Either from gym work outs or lots of thrusting/fucking (I hoped) lol. "This is not supposed to last long" he says " do you mind if I hang here until it passes? I don't want the mattress to get wet." "For sure" I say "I have nothing else on for the rest of the afternoon." to which he immediately cracks another cheeky grin. "Do you mind if I have a smoke on the balcony?" "Sure - no problems. Do you want a drink while we wait?" "Fuck that be great - wouldn't have a beer would you?" "Sure do" I say and go in to the kitchen and grab a couple of beers while he lights up on the balcony. I bring the beer out and hand it too him and he offers me a smoke and I accept. We both have a drink and smoke on the balcony and make small talk. But I am getting all awkward as I keep looking at either his crotch or his tattoo and he has definitely noticed. After we finish our smoke, he says "while we wait, the sister said I should make sure the mattress is in good condition. You mind if I check it out?" "Sure, follow me" and I lead him into the spare bedroom where the bed posts etc are against the wall and the mattress is laying on the floor. Dan is directly behind me. I can almost feel and definitely smell him. I walk into the room and point to the mattress "it's in really good condition". That is all I get out. I feel Dan's body press up behind mine and his hands wrap around my lower body and start feeling me all over from behind. I feel his breath on my need as he pecks it and and I can already feel the bulge in his shorts growing and pressing against his shorts and my back and arse. "My sister said I should make sure it is in good condition, and what better way to test it than fuck a guy on it. I know you want it". My hands grab his hands as they explore my body and I lean my head back against his chest and he is kissing my ear now. "More than you could possibly imagine". He chuckles, "I saw you noticed my tattoo's. Is that a problem?" I am literally on heat as he embraces me and I feel and smell his manhood behind me. His cock is rock hard by now and it is a solid eight inches. "Once you see my arse, you'll have your answer to that question." I don't know if he is poz detectable or undetectable, but at this point nothing matters. I went off PreP three months ago due to side effects, but I just want this man inside me. I have already surrendered to him. I turn around and he tongue kisses me so passionately that he is clearly as turned on as I am. There is even a wet patch on his shorts from his pre-cum. His hold is so strong and this is a man I want to be taken by. I step back and lift his singlet off and his chest is that perfectly thick dark hair, bit it is refined and has clean boundaries. He removes my singlet and we are opposites. His hairy middle eastern body and my smooth one. We kiss again and his rock hard cock is pressing against my belly button because he is so much taller than me. He just smells and tastes like a man should. He kisses me more and looks me in the eye, "I haven't cum for 5 days man. It's gonna be big" and he smiles with that evil grin. "You may need to cum more than once then" I respond. I drop to my knees and pull his shorts down and like I thought he is commando. I go to suck it and he stops me, lifts me back up and kisses me. "There will be time for that later. My balls literally hurt they are that full and I need to release the first wave of babies first. He smiles and then without warning pulls my short and underwear down and pushes me on to the mattress face down. It is then that he notices I have a tattoo of a pig on my left arse cheek and it is pointing to my hole. "Oh baby, you are going to be my little piglet today" He kneels down behind me and spits on my arse hole and before I know it he is pushing the head of his cock inside me. It's been a while and I am tight, but he notices and goes slowly. Before I know it he is balls deep inside me. "FUCK! I haven't bred a hole for a while, this feels so good." He starts fucking me faster and deeper and it feels great. I reach around to stop him and he says "you ok?". I say, "yeah, but I want to see your eyes when you cum". Without pulling out he flips me on to my back and my ankles are no around his shoulders. He leans in balls deep inside me and says "better?" and kisses me as he continues to fuck me. I can tell he is getting close and he stops balls deep in me. "Mate, like I said its been a while, and I am close. You want this?" And I respond "I want this so much. Make me yours" and he smiles, kisses me and starts fucking and picking up the pace. Then he says "here it cums man. a five day load that may change your life forever" and he looks me straight in the eyes and grunts and groans as he is bottoming out on my arse and I can feel the pulsations of his cock as he pumps and pumps and pumps more seed in me than I think I have ever taken in one fuck. As he is pumping his seed inside me I reach up and start to massage and feel his biohazard tattoo knowing full well what is happening. He notices and this clearly turns him on more. After what seems like the biggest load ever, he collapses on top of me kissing me slowly. He goes soft and pops out of my hole and then rolls to my side taking a breath. "Fuck, I need a smoke now". We get our shorts and singlets back on and step back out on the balcony and it is still raining. He lights up a smoke for us both and we enjoy a smoke as we chat more about each other. He is far more touchy feeling now and it is nice. He slides his hand down the back of my shorts and slides a finger up my wet hole and a glob of cum drips down my leg. "It felt so good inside you man." and I can see he is getting hard again. " I know we probably should have discussed this first, but I guessed you were ok with the fact that I am poz. I saw you notice my tattoo and also feel it when I impregnated you. What I didn't say was I am not on any medication and probably quite toxic. That's why the big load. It's been hard finding someone ok with my status." I respond with a deep wet kiss and "I don't care. I would let you share your seed and poz babies with me anytime you want." To be continued.
    4 points
  6. Continued: The rain is still coming down and Dan is already getting hard again as he is fingering my sloppy hole. No one is around due to the rain so it is pretty isolated on the balcony. Dan starts kissing me on the balcony and sure enough he is rock hard again. "I am not sure we got it all out of my balls the first time". He turns me around and is running his hands up and down my stomach and chest under my singlet on the balcony and kissing and now gently biting my neck. He moves his hand around to the back of my shorts and pulls the back of my shorts down right there on the balcony. His cock bounces out of the front of his shorts and in one movement she slides inside me. It is so slick and wet with his first load that he literally just slides right in and I feel more cum drip/splash down my legs. I bend over and grab the balcony and this time he fucks deep and hard. "I'm gonna make you mine". And I am groaning in pleasure and let out "I already am". He fucks me like that for another solid 10 minutes. And suddenly (and louder than we should outside) he yells, "Fuck here it comes" and growls and grunts and he bottoms out and floods me with his second load. He slowly pulls out and his cock is wet with cum. We pull our shorts up and I am sure neighbours have heard us. Again he gets all passionate and is kissing and touching in the afterglow of breeding me. The rain stops and I am so disappointed. I really don't want him to go. But I get this is just probably a fuck for him and we took the opportunity that was given us. While disappointed it is ending, I am glad I got this middle eastern god and his babies inside me today. I may never be neg again and I am so proud that if that is the case he would be the father. He kisses me some more, and says he needs to get the bed to his sister, and my mind goes to this being the end of a hot sex fuelled afternoon. I watch as he drives off and I realise the back of my shorts are wet. I am leaking cum lol. I go back up to the unit and find a but plug and insert it so I don't lose anymore of his seed. I keep it in for the rest of the afternoon as I clean. At around 6pm I order pizza for dinner and I still have the plug inside me. There was just something special about Brad. And I want his DNA inside me forever. The intercom rings and I simply buzz them up and I am hungry for my pizza. I open the door and it is Brad. Without a word he pushes and in and pushes me against the wall just inside the door and is kissing me like I have never been kissed before. He breaks the kiss and says "did you mean it when you said you would take my poz babies any time I wanted?" and I respond, "I have never wanted anything more than I want your babies inside me. So much so, check for yourself." And I turn around and pull the back of my shorts down. Dan feels my arse and the butt plug. "You know my seed is probably toxic and you still keep it inside you like it is something special?" I respond with a kiss "sure do! If I was a girl, I would want nothing more than to have beautiful babies with you. I know it sounds stupid, but nothing would be more romantic than being diagnosed as poz and knowing it was your DNA strain circulating around my body forever" Dan kisses me again, and says he has had so much trouble finding someone not freaked out by his diagnosis. I say "it's who you are and part of you. I want it to be part of me too. I just wish I could have it all, you and your babies". Kissing me Dan says "you can" and he stays the night giving me three more toxic loads. Dan spends every night for the rest of the week at my place and I take load after load off him. He is the perfect man, and the perfect fuck. After two weeks of non-stop fucking. At least 2-3 loads a day off him, I get the flu. He comes with me to the doctor and it is confirmed. I am now poz. We both know it is his strain and he is now part of me forever. I am wondering what this means. Surprisingly he takes a week off work and stays with me until I am better. Once I am better after having fucked me twice one evening we are snuggling as his seed drips from my hole. A regular occurrence now. He is snuggling and kissing me and stops and looks me in the eye and says, "I have been thinking about what has happened the past month and I need to ask you something". My heart drops and I am thinking he has done his deed and now he is about to leave. "I have always considered myself a decent kind of guy. And in the straight community, when guy knocks up a girl, they get married. I have knocked you up and I have enjoyed every bit of doing it. Now I want to do the right thing by you. Will you marry me?" I am in shock. I really thought that someone so hot and so good looking would be out the door once the job is done. "Really". "Yes, really! I can't deny that getting you pregnant with my seed and DNA has not been fun. And to be honest on day one I was thinking I'll breed you and bolt just so I can get my rocks off. But the one thing I hadn't planned on was falling in love with you. Now that you have my DNA inside you forever, I want to keep being inside you forever. I love you and want you to marry me."
    4 points
  7. Whore 2 I hesitated for a minute...a black curtain obscured my view of the room. “Fuck it,” I thought and followed through. My eyes grew in surprise, it was an entire showroom of fetish ware, not the basics of the front room I had just exited. I walked around examining the cold metal cages, feeling the subtle leather of the slings and other items. There were shelves of various size toys... metal and silicone plugs, dildos and other things to fill a hungry cunt. The gear... harnesses, chaps and jocks lined an entire wall in leather and rubber. Wandering around, I examined the items... sometimes picking up an item that intrigued me. “Like what you see?” the boy grinned seeing me taking it all in. He stood behind the circular counter of glass cases full of cock rings, tit clamps, body jewelry and other items in the middle of the room. Seeing him pulling a glass pipe out of a drawer, I worked my way over and watched him light it... the wisps drifting into the air mixing with the smell of leather and rubber of the room. Walking around the counter, he blew the white cloud into my mouth then kissed me. It was all that was necessary. He smiled and took hold of me kissing me roughly. Forcing his tongue in and around my mouth, he slipped a hand into the back of my jeans and underneath the waist of my jock. His fingers began to probe my cunt and I let out a sharp hiss. “Yeah fucker,” he growled, “I’ve heard about that hungry cunt.” I should have stopped, but the chems had taken over... I missed the reference. Breaking the kiss, he rapidly undid my jeans and pushed them to my ankles. “Aww fuck!” he groaned, making his way down to my now bulging ripe jock and he fell to his knees. Leaning his head against my abs and inhaling the two-week stale stench of piss and sweat emanating from the stained pouch, his mouth gripped the mesh. Quickly, he worked my sneakers and jeans off as tossed my tshirt to the side. “Aww man, suck my cock,” I grunted, feeling the kneeling boy’s rough hands rubbing against my smooth tensed thighs. Releasing my cock from its mesh confines with his tongue, he devoured every inch of my swollen cock with his hungry mouth. I attempted to steady myself by grabbing his head. Fuck... I had never had a blowjob like this one! My senses went into overdrive with lust at the sight of the muscular boy taking my entire cock, his back arched exposing his metal plugged cunt. I rapidly face-fucked the boy, enjoying the suction of his mouth until I couldn’t hold back. Feeling my balls release an explosion of cum into the still sucking mouth, my hands slipped off the sweat slicked skin of his skull and fell to my knees gasping for air. Grabbing me by the shoulders, my talented cocksucker leaned towards me, revealing the huge load of cum I had just erupted. “Feed fucker,” he grinned, slowing releasing the milky prize into my mouth. Hungrily, I immediately opened my throat allowing the warm cum to slide across my tongue and down my throat. “Relax,” he said soothingly at my labored breathing and inhaled some of my cum scented breath deeply into his lungs. “Stay right there, I gotta do my job now,” he ordered, his hands holding my rising and falling pecs. He rose, walked behind the counter, grabbed a black duffle bag and returned. Placing it beside me, he reached down, retrieving something... a leather harness. Taking hold of the harness, he dropped it over my shoulders and began buckling the straps tightly around my pecs pushing them up and forward. He again kneeled in front of me and placed his hands on my shoulders. My now relaxed body took in the scent of black hide as he tightly fitted a soft leather armband to my right bicep. Nodding, he lightly brushed my tits with his fingertips causing them to harden and my breathing quickened again at the manipulation. Next, he grabbed a pair of restraints and securely locked them on my wrists. Satisfied, he dug through the remaining contents of the duffle bag, seemingly trying to decide on the next item. Pulling out a black leather jockstrap, he smiled and removed the codpiece revealing a hidden cock ring. “Try it on,” he encouraged or was it an order? At this point I didn’t know or in fact care. I eagerly grabbed it and stood. Stepping into the legs, I moaned feeling the leather waistband slide against my smooth thighs. “Here, let me help,” boy said, scrambling on his knees, working the waistband over my ass while grabbing my cock and ball sac. Trying not to get hard, I took deep breaths while he worked them through the metal ring. Adjusting them with one hand, he grabbed the codpiece and secured it in place before my increasing size would prevent it. Returning to the bag, he pulled out a pair of polished black leather boots, placed them before me and quickly scrambled to bring me a stool. Sitting down on the stool, I pulled the boots over my feet while it never occurred that they were a perfect fit. My hands moved to the right boot but his hands brushed mine aside and meticulously laced them as his back arched in an act of submission. Not able to resist any longer, he ran his tongue along the toe cap of the boot... licking and tasting the polished leather. I sat back, crossed my arms and watched the incredible sight of the boot-worshipping sub at my feet. Feeling encouraged by his servicing, I lifted my boot and presented the sole to see how far he would take this. I wasn’t disappointed... his tongue began to lovingly move in long strokes up and down the sole... heel to toe. I then lifted the left boot and grunted for him to repeat the ritual until I determined he was done. Standing, I brushed him aside and walked to the mirrored wall, the creaking leather of the unbroken in boots accentuating every step. “Shit yeah!” I gasped, seeing myself in leather gear for the first time as I held what I later learned was a slave harness in my hands highlighting my muscled pecs. My eyes moved down my hard abs and took in the massive bulge of the leather jock, no doubt enhanced by the hidden cock ring. “Fucking beautiful, but we’re not done,” boy whispered in my ear and guided me towards the counter. Grabbing the repacked pipe and torch, he handed it to me. “Gotta find the perfect one. But before that...” Taking hold of them, I held them in my hands... my eyes moved to the locked restraints but all I could concentrate on was the desire for the chems. I took a couple of hits, savoring the sensations flooding me and eyeing the boy that had just submitted to me after gearing me up. With a wicked smile, he opened and selected a three-inch wide slave collar and placed it on the glass countertop. Not understanding, I took a step back and exhaled a large cloud. Holding it up, he silently motioned me to approached the counter and I unconsciously obeyed all the while looking directly into his now menacing eyes. Placing my hands on the counter, he motioned me to bend forward and proceeded to buckle the collar around my neck. I trembled as I stood straight up, feeling the smooth black leather around my neck. “That’s the one,” he grunted, seeing the posture the width of the collar produced. “How’s that feel?” “I don’t understand,” I tentative said with a slight quiver in my voice, the combination of the chems and leather transformation exciting me. “You will,” boy cryptically answered, stepping around and placing a hand on my shoulder and placing the lit pipe to my lips. Hungrily, I inhaled, filling my lungs with the clouds I was beginning to crave. “It’s all for you,” he said mockingly as he slowly circled me. Not noticing boy’s movements, I continued concentrating on the rush the clouds were filling my body with until I felt a coldness at my cunt and I tensed. Slowly, his fingers roughly massaged my cunt lips until they opened up, allowing a lube slick finger to enter causing my innards to burn. At this point, I didn’t care... all I wanted was to be lost in the clouds and I closed my eyes and bent forward on the counter, allowing total access to my cunt. The invasion of my cunt went on with an additional digit... “Fucking insatiable,” he laughed, reaching over and grabbing a metal plug from the case and placed it directly in front of me. The sound of the metal clanging on the countertop directly in front of me brought me out of my trance. My eyes widened at the sight of the huge aluminum butt plug. “Go on, pick it up, whore,” he ordered... his hand still working my cunt, any semblance of submission to me now gone. I picked up the cold heavy plug with both hands, my elbows resting on the case. It must have been about 5 ½" in circumference at its widest point and weighed about 10oz. There was a metal tubing connecting the plug to the base, allowing the wearer to use it... I assumed... for extended periods of time. “Your Daddy decided on the large one, whore,” he grunted, inserting a third lubed finger inside me. I shook my head, not believing I would be able to take it. My cunt instinctively clenched around the slick fingers now manipulating the walls of my cunt, creating a carnal desire directly contradicting my hesitation. Grabbing the plug from my hands with his left hand, he slid his slick hand from my cunt directly in my mouth. “That’s a good whore, fucking taste your cunt juices... clean it up,” he ordered. The chem-fuel lust took over and I hungrily fed on the slime covered fingers, knowing that I was tasting my cunt. Shaking his head in amazement at the level of depravity I was exhibiting, he placed the plug against my now quivering cunt lips... surprised at the eagerness to accept anything it was offered. The he started to work the tip of the metal plug into my cunt. “SHIT! FUCK!” the garbled yell escaped through his fingers. I felt myself being split wide open as the tip advanced and my cunt lips slid over the expansive girth of the metal plug. Feeling the pressure increase, my breathing grew ragged. “Fucking deep breaths,” he ordered, trying to prevent me from hyperventilating. “I don’t want you passing out, you’re supposed to feel this.” He continued with no relief until, finally, my cunt relaxed. With a final thrust, my cunt lips slid over the length of the plug and collapsed on the rubber tubing, securely holding it in place. An incredible sensation shot through my cunt with the fullness and heft of the plug filling me. My cunt gripped it tightly and began to spasm around the invader until I surrendered to the most intense anal orgasm I had ever experienced. When it was finally over, I fell on the counter exhausted. Seeing my reaction, he smiled and kissed me on the cheek... his hands sliding down and playfully flicking the metal base of my cunt plug causing me to moan in delight as he licked his full lips. I hesitantly turned to look at him. “We haven’t been properly introduced whore... name’s Colin, but you they call me boy,” he laughed still working my plug. Seeing his sparkling blue eyes, I gathered the courage, met his lips and our mouths locked. Our tongues invaded each other’s mouth in lust, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. Continuing to suck each other’s tongues, my hands worked over his muscled pecs and worked his tit rings. “Fuck yeah, whore... work em!” he yelled. Moving down his waist, I grabbed boy’s ass cheeks and spread them and began to explore the matching plug sealed in his cunt. “Fuck!” he gasped into my mouth, feeling the rapid movement of my fingers thumping against the warm metal base. “Good, you’re finally prepared,” came the unexpected voice of my Daddy. Quickly turning in the voice’s direction, I quickly released boy and stood in disbelief of the man in front of me. How long had he been standing there? Was he here the whole time? Then it hit me, he had planned this for all along... I was the package to be picked up. Daddy wore a thick leather top harness across his broad muscled chest with a leather arm band accentuating his pumped-up left bicep. My eyes moved down his muscled abs to his cocooned leather bulge... the leather so subtle I could see the thick bulbous head of his uncut cock perfectly outlined. His booted legs were encased in a pair of skin-tight polished chaps that accentuated every muscle. “Go on whore, your Daddy’s waiting,” boy growled. “Boy, you have your orders,” Daddy snapped and boy quickly left. I momentarily stood there, my dilated eyes taking in the sight of my Daddy...never realizing this side of him. He definitely was the dominant one in our arrangement, but this was something else. Slowly, the astonishment subsided and the chems overtook me again. Working my way over to Daddy, all our past sessions filled my mind and I realized that I had surrendered myself to him that first night. I reached him and immediately knelt and kept my eyes lowered. “So... whore,” Daddy laughed as he held my collar tightly, “I’ve been fucking waiting for this since I first hired you. I knew right then and there what I wanted.” My eyes still lowered and no longer caring, I moaned. “Please Daddy.” Reaching down and lifting my chin, Daddy laughed, “Once you do this whore, you are mine." Slowly looking up into his green eyes, I nodded and mouthed, “Yes,” and sealed my fate. Licking my lips, I slid my mouth over the leather pouch holding the cock that I now served and began to worship my Daddy’s growing mound. Reaching up to release my prize, he growled, “No hands whore.” The mixture of sweat, cum and leather on the pouch permeated my taste buds and my determination to service cock increased. Working my way to the side, the scent of testosterone and musk invaded my nostrils and I gripped the leather pouch and released my Daddy’s cock. Sliding my mouth over the head of his massive cock, I expertly moved to take it down to the root. “Good whore,” Daddy grunted, feeling my throat surround the shaft as it rested on my tongue. Breathing through my nose, I stroked the underside and slowly began to fuck my face on his cock... all the while he held my chin and stared directly into my eyes. Feeling a stream of pre-cum from his cock, I continued to work my mouth with a lust and drug fueled frenzy for the cum within. I wanted this, I needed it. Feeling Daddy’s cock stiffen, his hands tightened on my face and pulled me completely down the shaft... my lips smashed against his groin. I couldn’t breathe... I began to panic as I felt his cock convulse and release a torrent of cum in the back of my mouth and filling my throat. Swallowing the viscous cum quickly, Daddy yelled at me to breathe through my nose while he held his cock down my throat. His hands started stroking my face and I finally relaxed and I was able to breathe again. “Good whore,” he complimented me as he rested his cock head on my tongue and a stream of liquid burst from the wide slit. “Drink whore!” Daddy commanded as he watched the surprise on my face and again held my head tightly. Tasting the acrid piss, I began to frantically gulp it down to avoid drowning... it seemed to go on forever. Feeling the flow lessen, I thought it would soon subside, but then he gripped my nose with his fingers and shoved his cock back into my mouth and down my throat. “All of it whore!” he ordered, forcing my head back to see my wide-open eyes. Then satisfied, he slowly released his hold on me and withdrew his cock. “Good whore,” he sneered, slapping my cheek hard. I fell back on the floor from the impact of the slap... my body shivering from the treatment I had just received. Part of me wanted to run... but the sweaty chemmed whore in me sat there. I couldn’t leave... in fact, I didn’t want to. Watching my Daddy walk away, I began to whimper... the feeling of abandonment overcoming me. He continued on, never looking back, and stopped at one of the shelves and easily pushed it aside revealing yet another room. He stood there at the doorway and smiled. "Follow me whore, but stay on all fours." Groaning, I wiped he remnants of piss from my chin with my hand and instinctively licked it clean and crawled towards my Daddy...
    3 points
  8. I was bored at home and really wanted to breed an unsuspecting hole, so I loged in to an app that is famous among people with particular fetishes. I'm into roleplay, so that's what I was looking for. I started chatting with some guys but none of them were interesting. I was about to give up when this twink messaged me. We started talking and he told me that he had some deep dark desires. I gave him my personal number because I knew that was a guy that I could really take to my lair. But I soon found out that he was a virgin, so he was probably using the app just to jerk of. But I wouldn't give up and I planed something special to him. I started to share some of my light fetishes with him. I told him that I liked armpits and feet, and then he opened up, saying that he spent hours watching videos about it. This guy was only 18 but I could feel that he would become a perfect boy whore, I just had to help him. But I could not pressure it, so I took my time. Day after day, I started showing him new things. I introduced the guy to new stuff and sent him links of videos. He was loving it and so was I. We were talking for almost a month when I invited him to my place. I said that we would just chat and watch some videos. We discovered that we lived just a few blocks from each other and within minutes he was knocking on my door. The little guy was really nervous. "Hey, welcome, come in," I said. I had a playroom at the basement and we went there. He was gobsmacked when he saw my toys, but I was also feeling lust coming from him. "I invited you here because I want to show you some new videos I found," I said. "Couldn't you send me a link?," He asked. "Not for those particular videos, it's a really dark fetish that I did not know existed. The guys in those videos pretend that they have HIV and they play with that." "That's insane," he said. "Well, if you think about it, the other they we were talking about me peeing inside your guts. They just replaced the pee with the virus, it's kinda hot, trust me" I started slowly with a video of a guy getting fucked raw. It turned him on, I could see his hard dick through his trousers. Then I put another video, it was a pozzing one. The bottom was begging for the gift and the top was fucking him rough. Michael, my guest, was really turned one by that too. Be thought the guys in the video were just pretending, so he wasn't freaked out. By the end of the video, he was asking me for more and we watched a lot of porn. "Have you ever kissed a guy?," I asked him after we watched at least ten videos. "Not really," he said. "Do you wanna try?" He just nodded and then I grabbed him and started kissing this guy half my age. I think I was not only the first guy he kissed, I was the first person, because he had no experience at all. Being gay and young in a small town is not easy. I deepened the kiss and soon I was on top of him. This young tiny guy was really turning me on. "You are so hot," he said. "It's like a dream come true, this kiss is so good." "My cock is so hard right now, you are making me hard for you, babe," I said. "I-I want..." "You wanna suck on my fat dick?" "Y-yes," he said and blushed. I took my shirt and my trousers off, I wasn't using any pants. When Michael saw my dick, his eyes shined. He opened his mouth to say something but I didn't let him. The head of my cock entered his mouth before de could deny it. The little faggot was a natural cock sucker. He worked my shaft like a professional. I did not have to teach him anything because he took it good. "That's really good, boy. Do you like sucking dick?" He just nodded and kept on going. But I knew a blow job would not make me cum, so after some minutes I took my dick out of his mouth. "I think you were born to suck cock," I said. "But I also think you want some more, I know your fetishes. You wanna try something new?" "Yes," he said immediately. "Well, I only play safe, but since you are a virgin I know you are clean. We could play like in those videos we watched." "I don't know," he said. "It turned you on, you can't deny it. And I was turned on too. It's just roleplay, it will be fun. You know me already, you can trust me." "Maybe we can try, but please go slow" "Take your clothes off," I told him. While he was undressing, I took some lube and started spreading it on my cock. Michael was so innocent that I was almost telling him that I was really poz, that it was not pretending. Michael had a sweet little hole and I couldn't wait to knock him up. But first I rimmed him and put some more lube in his ass, working my fingers in and out. The little bitch was moaning the entire time. "You ready for this poz cock?", I asked him. "Yes," he said. "We are in a free space and you can say what you want, don't hold yourself. I'm going to fuck you, breed you and put my poz babies inside of you, is this ok?" "Yes, I want that, poz me up" "You are a little AIDS whore, aren't you?" I started making pressure and soon there was a pop, showing that my cockhead was inside him. He didn't even complain about the pain. "You see that little brown bottle by your side?," I asked. "Take it, open it and hit it two times in each nostril. It's just something that we use during sex to relax, it's not a drug. It will make things easier and better" He did as he was told and I went deep inside him. The guy did not complain, he just moaned as his guts embraced my cock. "I'm all in, balls deep," I said. "How is it? Do you like getting fucked?" "That's the best thing ever, I can feel every inch of your big poz cock inside me" "What do you want now?", I asked. "I want you to fuck me and cum inside me. Breed me and poz me" "Good boy." My cock was already leaking a lot of toxic precum inside this innocent guy and I was in heaven. That ass felt so good on my cock that I knew I would not take long to cum. He screamed loudly every time I penetrated him. My cock entered his ass hard and fast, my movement was fast and precise. I felt his ass tighten up the minute my dick came back, and I continued to put it on him, strong and violently. I felt his ass pulling me, it seemed that he did not want to let my dick out when he entered that way. After fucking him a lot, I took my dick out to relax a little bit and I saw his ass all red and swollen, but it kept pulsing. I put my dick in the entrance of his ass, and I saw that his ass kind of closed, so I started to press in the groin of his ass so that he could feel what he was holding. I asked: "Is everything okay there?" And he: "You're going really hard at ir, I don't know if I can take it anymore." I put him on his side, on the edge of the bed, positioned my cock and went back to fucking him. This time he screamed a lot more, loudly, but honestly I didn't care. I fucked him rough, without mercy. I slaped him on the butt and said: "You wanted my dick, didn't you? You asked for this big poz cock. Then take it! Little bitch. You wanted to be made a little girl, didn't you? Now handle it, AIDS whore". I was really into it, his ass squeezed the head of my dick, it killed me. He moaned a lot and made some very loud moans. I decided to finish, so I told him to lean against the wall and spread his legs. I just pointed to his ass and before penetrating him, I asked him to twerk with my dick inside his ass. He wiggled very tasty, my cock inside there was so hot. Feeling that ass of him squeezing and swallowing my cock was amazing. I gave him a few more slaps and said I was going to finish right there and breed him. I put my hands on the wall above him, made him lean against the wall and started pumping again. The fag went crazy there, feeling my hot body glued to his and dominating him. It didn't take long and he came on my wall, I didn't care much as I kept getting into it. His ass was so tight, hot and wet. I decided to come right there. "Breeding you now," I announced and told him to be quiet. "My poz seed is coming" I poured everything into him. How good it is to cum inside an ass... I like it a lot. I took it out and a lot fell on the floor, the sofa was right there and I decided to lie down for a while. He stayed there, half paralyzed, half not knowing what to do. "Come here," I said. "Was it good?" "Yes, it was amazing," he said. "But isn't it crazy? We said some dirty stuff here, but it turned me on". "That's the good part about having sex with someone you trust," I told him. "You can be yourself without holding back. I think you liked it a lot" "I did, mostly the part of the poz cum, it's kinda dangerous and hot". "I know you are into gang bang, you told me that. I have some friends that also like roleplay and they would come over now if I asked. Do you want it? I think you would really like it" "Right now?", he asked. "And they like to say those things about poz cum too?" "We can ask them to do this, it will be fun, it's just five or six guys and they are all like me, mid thirties and hung. It's one in a lifetime chance, take it or go home." "Well, you trust them and I trust you, so let's do this." "Good boy, you will be an awesome cumdump." I smiled at my little dumb bottom and started calling all my poz friends. I made sure that Michael heard me telling then that it was all pretend. Little did he know that he was about to meet some of the most poisonous guys in town.
    2 points
  9. A little about me first, I’m a 42 year old muscular bear, 6’2 240, living in south Florida. The area I live in, on the East coast is very gay, plenty of cock to be had. this string of events happened last Sunday, June 27th. It was 4pm, I had just gotten off work, I was home and the urge to bottom was all I could think about, I decided to place an add, looking for a top, the add read “hosting now, bear bottom, door unlocked, me ass up, face down, ready for your cock and load, only rule no pulling out, all loads welcome” I hopped in the shower hoping my prep work wouldn’t be for nothing. I got out of the shower to three messages, I replied to all with my address, and gate code. Shortly my phone went off signaling someone was at the gate, I opened the gate and assumed the position. I didn’t wait long and I heard my front door open, and I hear “nice” then I feel a pair of hands on my ass and the sound of a zipper being opened, pretty soon there was a hard cock slapping my ass, the guy didn’t waste any time sliding in, average size with a nice length. He pounded for about 5 mins and then he grunted and I got my first load. He zipped up and left. No sooner had he left and my phone was letting me know a second guy was here, I stayed ass up and much like the first guy he walks in, is already hard and shoved straight in, even though I had just gotten a load this cock was noticeably thicker so the stretch was amazing, he lasted about 10 mins before blasting inside me. While he was breeding me my phone went off signaling my next cock had arrived. I’m sure the two passed each other in the parking lot, lol. Guy three walks in and never says a word starts slapping a semi hard cock on my ass and fingering my hole. He then started commenting on how hot and wet my ass was, soon he slides a nice size cock all the way in with his balls resting on my ass, I’m guessing around 6-7 and average thickness, he didn’t make it more than 3 minutes when he yelled and screamed and filled me good, this cock I could feel pulsing in my hole. He zipped up left without a word. At this point I was just a cum craving slut, wanting more. I got back on my app, updated the add saying I had three loads in, shortly I had a response from a couple and they both wanted to fuck my cum hole. They arrived in about 15 minutes. Found me ass up, face down with a cum filled hole. They both were super sexy black men around the 8-9 inch size and took turns fucking me, the first guy unloaded, then his partner resumed fucking me, meanwhile the first guy walked around and shoved hi cum covered cock in my mouth to clean off, I was loving it. His partner shot in me shortly after I clean him with my mouth as well, and they were on there way. At this point I was tired and ready to jerk my load out. I hopped back online for a quick moment. and read a message from the second guy to breed me and he attached two pics of his cock in me. I included in this story. I sent the pictures to my partner and gave him a run down of my evening, it was a great evening and I’m looking forward to doing it again.
    2 points
  10. 1. Do you enjoy making a man cum with your hand and mouth or him jerking himself off and feeding you his load? Either. I love to make a man cum, but if he wants to jck it and shoot in my mouth (or on me) I'm good with that too. 2. Do you like cum that shoots out hard, or cum that oozes out that you can lick up? I love cum, however it cums out, THOUGH, A huge shooter - strong pulses of cum or a massive volume that causes me to have to swallow quickly and often, really gets my hole to twitching! 3.How do you like to swallow his cum and why? With his cock deep in your throat? With his head resting on your tongue? With your mouth open and your tongue out? Jerking him off? I love to swallow with him balls-deep down my throat. I also like to go back and lick his head to get every last drop. 4. Do you like thick semen or more watery? What is the sweet spot between too thick or too watery? Either. I don't really see a difference when I'm swallowing. If he's fucking me, I like it watery to provide more lube for the next top. 5. Do you like semen sweet and pleasant with little taste, or salty with a very spermy flavor that has a long aftertaste? Why? I like variety. I like a strong spermy flavor and aftertaste. I like to smell it on my beard after. 6. What's the perfect size load that you like to swallow? Enough to get an nice taste? Or enough to get a big gulp? Or something that overwhelms your mouth that you have to work to swallow? I like a load big enough to taste. 7. For those that have sucked off more than 1 guy at the same time, how is the experience different from eating multiple loads opposed to being with 1 guy? I LOVE LOVE LOVE tasting multiple loads at the same time. Swishing it around in my mouth (or ass) and getting a nice mixed load. 2 guys means double the volume. More to taste or use as lube. Some guys get off on snowballing, which I really like cause I love to kiss. 7. Describe the perfect cock that you'd like to suck and the perfect type of cum you'd want to swallow. yours (anyone reading this)
    2 points
  11. Oh Fuck Yes ! Yes ! 3 or more - BEST - being used and abused - having stretching my cunt hole - making it Sloppy - trying to be stretched for Fisting - Love to be with POZ Fisting guys - having Fun and being used - Cunt Lips - X Tube videos ! Bigger the Better !
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  12. Same here. I started barebacking from the get go. The concept of a condom was never in my mind. So far I'm still neg but it is in the cards to for that to change eventually which is what I'm expecting.
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  13. Eight years ago my future boyfriend showed me that barebacking was better. During this time I was going from a straight lifestyle to bi to fully gay . I have not used a condom in years. I loved to pump a load into him and how it felt when he pumped a load into to me.
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  14. Yes, enjoy it a lot. Obviously not nearly as satisfying as a real hookup, but sometimes it's great JO material. I usually end up with a precum soaked spot in the front of my shorts during a sexting session. RP that way is fun too.
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  15. Cum to find out he's a big cummer too. I just wrapped up a Zoom work meeting (with 3 yng hotties) and was holding in a fart until after that meeting. Finally done, I farted ... ... well, my underwear became an instant cum rag. It was soaked with his cum. And the smell of cum filled my office. 🐷 I had to change clothes and get back to working from home. I'll message him later and ask if he had the same experience. 😜
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  16. I am now on Triumeq as of the last 3 years and I haven't noticed any difference. Prior to it, I was on Tivicay and Kivexa (2 pills). Tivicay is made by ViiV as is Triumeq. Maybe you want to talk to you doctor about it. Also, maybe you want your doc to consider doing differently. I take my pill every 3rd day, and I am still undetectable with a cd4 count in 900's. Skinny bodies don't need that much medication. That's what a saw in an article about people with HIV in India. For the skinny ones, the meds were overkill for them.
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  17. Can we just all just take a moment to wallow in the undeniable hotness of porn newcomer ARD? This fellow BZ member (known on here as Toxic-Verse) was kind enough to lend his infectious presence to one of my recent OF fetish videos. Suffice to say, when ARD stepped on set, none of us were prepared for the absolutely gobsmacking performance he delivered. If you haven’t seen the vid yet, I’ve got previews ARD’s porn debut on my Twitter that are so hot, your phone might melt.
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  18. Marc and I had fooled around together when we were in college. He had a tight muscular body from being on the wrestling team, and I used to get hard watching his matches. He filled out that singlet well leaving nothing to the imagination. Marc was of French descent, but had some North African blood in him somewhere, so he had a nice tan and dark hair and eyes. He was bi, I guess, and I often jerked off outside of the bedroom door, listening to him plow some pussy. After the girl would leave, I would clean off his cock with my tongue and if he was good for another round, I'd let him fuck me raw and give me his second load. After college, we parted ways and stayed in touch at first, but lost contact after he moved to LA. We exchanged Christmas cards and through them, I followed his life. He got married and had two kids. Then, went through a messy divorce. I had moved to the city and was moving upwards in my business. I had also continued to fuck around with guys, and eventually started dating a really cute guy, Patrick, who was both taller and more limber than I as he he had no body fat and a tight torso. He also had beautiful buzzed blond hair and blue eyes. I met him working out at the gym and we hit it off. He was a romantic at heart and was my first real relationship. After fooling around together and seeing other people on the side for about a year or so, we decided to become monogamous. We had always worn condoms before that, and after being tested, decided to give them up. After a few Christmases together with Patrick, the cards from Marc stopped. By this point, Patrick and I had been together for about five years. We still had a very satisfying sex life and I didn't think either one of us was looking for anything else. Out of the blue, I got a letter from Marc. In it, he explained that his divorce had been terribly painful. His wife had discovered him fucking the brains out of her brother, left him, and took everything. Marc spiraled out of control and had had slept around with a bunch of guys and girls. Someone had given him HIV along the way. In his letter, he gave me a new phone number to call if I wanted to catch up. Of course I called him. He was planning on coming back East to start again and wanted to know if he could crash on our couch until he got his life back together. How could I say no? Patrick and I met Marc at the airport, and I hardly recognized him. Although he still had an amazing chest and abs, otherwise he showed-up looking like a ghost of his former butch self as he had lost a lot of weight. We went out for dinner and drinks and headed home to get him settled in. We were all a bit drunk as we made up the sofa bed and showed him where he could stash his clothes. Our tiny one bedroom apartment meant that we would be seeing a lot of each other, and Marc promised to respect our privacy as much as possible. That night, Patrick crawled up next to me in bed and asked me all about Marc, what our friendship had been like in school and what the sex had been like. He was getting worked up as I told him about taking Marc's loads and other risky things that I would never do any more. Patrick was getting turned on and started fingering his ass. I was getting turned on myself, but reminded Patrick to keep it quiet so we wouldn't disturb or embarrass Marc. Patrick pushed me onto my back and climbed up onto my dick, sitting down on it without lube. At first, he managed to keep his moans low and quiet, but as his rocking got more and more intense, the headboard started banging into the wall. I'm sure Marc knew exactly what was going on. I wondered if Marc was jerking off at the door like I used to do when he was fucking some chick. I gasped, as quietly as I could, filling my lover's ass with my load. Patrick pulled off my dick and lurched forward filling my mouth with his cock, driving it into my throat as he came hard. The next night, Patrick asked me more questions as we were climbing into bed. What was Marc's cock like? How big were his balls? Was his ass hairy? We both got turned on again and it ended about the same way, only this time, Patrick didn't even try to keep his voice down. He did wind up with a cummy hole and I wound up with his load in my stomach. This went on for a few nights, until about a week later, when I noticed that Patrick had not fully closed the bedroom door. I could see the light from the living room through the crack. Our foreplay continued with Patrick asking how hard Marc would fuck. What did his cum taste like? Did his balls slap my ass as he fucked me? From his angle, I knew that Patrick couldn't see the door. Had he left it cracked open on purpose? As I was fucking Patrick, I noticed a shadow in the doorway and I knew it was Marc. I knew he was hearing the filthy questions Patrick was asking about him. 'Did Marc ever rim you? Did he pull on your balls?' Knowing that this POZ stud was listening and may be jerking off to our lovemaking made me so hot. I blew my wad deep into Patrick's hole as he shot all over my chest. The next day at breakfast, I asked how Marc how he slept. He said he had a hard time getting to sleep, but drifted off after watching some great porn. I wondered if the porn he mentioned had been me and Patrick. Marc winked at Patrick, and I saw Patrick shudder. When Patrick got up from the table I could tell that he was hard. It got me hard to know that Patrick was turned on, but my stomach twisted a little thinking that Patrick was playing with fire. Flirting with a POZ stud was one thing, but leaving the door open, practically inviting him to witness our lovemaking was quite another. That night, I made sure the door was closed as we climbed into bed. Patrick climbed up next to me and started nibbling my ear. He then sat up and said that he was thirsty and was going to get a sip of water from the kitchen. He pulled on his robe, leaving it untied in the front, and left the room. I knew he was already naked and that Marc would see his body if he was still awake. I wanted to say something, but it was too late. I waited a few minutes for him and then got out of bed to see what was keeping him. Marc was on the sofa bed, propped up on his shoulders as Patrick was casually talking to him with his robe hanging open. I could tell he was hard as his cock pressed against the folds of open fabric with a bit of his pubes showing. They were whispering. Patrick looked as me and grinned like a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I nodded at him and he said good night to Marc, following me into the bedroom. I lay down and realized immediately that Patrick had barely bothered to close the door. He dropped the robe and practically leapt onto me, pawing the sheets away from my body. Patrick bit my nipples hard and jerked my cock as he cupped my balls. He blew me for a few minutes and then mounted my cock. Usually, he faced me as he rode my dick, but this time, he faced away, watching the open doorway as he bounced up and down. It was only a few seconds before Marc's silhouette was visible in the doorway. He grinned at us and walked through the open door. I saw for the first time how much weight Marc had really lost. If anything, it made his uncut thick 7” dick look even bigger. I could not believe this POZ man from my past was standing naked in my bedroom as I fucked my partner. “You like to watch?” Patrick asked him. “Yeah. I like to watch. I like to do other things too...” Marc grunted in reply as he begin jerking his dick. I was about to say something, reminding Patrick that Marc was POZ, but just then, Patrick slid off my cock, swung his hips around so we were in a '69' position, whereupon Patrick shoved his drooling cock in my mouth. I protested as much as I could, but to no avail. From my position, I could only see Patrick's groin. I couldn't see what Marc was doing, but I had a good idea when I heard Marc say “Yeah man. Fuck yeah. Suck that cock!” I managed to pull myself out from under Patrick's body and saw him tongue-bathing Marc's POZ cock. I was so hard watching my allegedly monogamous partner swallowing another man's dick and loving it. Marc pulled his cock out of Patrick's mouth and spun him around so his ass was hanging off of the bed. He crouched down and ate Patrick's sweaty ass. I had been fucking Patrick already, so his hole was loose enough to swallow all of Marc's tongue. I stammered out, “If we're gonna do this guys, we should find some protection.” They continued as if I hadn't said anything. Patrick buried his head in the sheets, muffling his ears from my protests. Marc stood up and worked his drooling POZ cock over my boyfriend's bare, vulnerable hole. I crouched down beside them, trying to push Marc's torso away from Patrick's quivering ass. I placed my hand beside Marc's slippery cock and he placed his hand over mine, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. He kept his hand there as he directed the head of his dick into Patrick's winking crack. I watched in horror as the tip of his cock disappeared between Patrick's cheeks. Within seconds, my hand was sandwiched between ass and groin. Marc held my hand there as he gradually picked up his pace until he was really fucking Patrick hard. I looked up at him and saw Marc's eyes glazed over with lust. He jackrabbited away at Patrick's ass as Patrick moaned into the pillows. As their rhythm quickened, Patrick started pushing back onto Marc's dick. “I'm gonna do it man. Gonna shoot my load up your hole. Gonna fill your pussy with my seed.” “Pull out, Marc! Don't cum in him!,” I urged, but Marc released my hand and pushed it aside. He drove in a few more times and held his hips there, shaking all over as he filled my boy's bare hole with his POZ seed. Even though I was mortified, I shot my own load all over myself. As Marc withdrew, a long string of cum stayed attached to his cock, only snapping when Patrick twisted himself onto his back, jerking is own cock until he sprayed his load all over his heaving chest. We all sat there panting. “What the hell just happened?” I asked. “The beginning of something wonderful,” said Patrick. He reached up and pulled Marc's sweaty body down on top of him. “Can he sleep with us tonight?” Patrick asked as he smothered Marc with kisses. What the hell had I gotten us into?
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  19. For a late birthday present, my boyfriend took me to Florida and we had an amazing time. We drove overnight on the way down to Jacksonville and we were on grindr the whole way there and back. We created a new profile to find guys to help me suck my boyfriend's dick, then to fuck me and watch him fuck me. We stopped at an adult store near South of the Border in North Carolina/South Carolina and I sucked three dicks in the car before he took me to the hotel. We met a guy we'd been talking to and he did an amazing job eating my ass, then he deep throated my bf's dick by himself before they both fucked me. We drove to Hardeeville, SC and stayed in one of the trashiest motels I've ever been in for a few hours while guys came through and used my ass with my bf. He held off from cumming until the last guy bred me, then he deep dicked me and came so hard I thought he hurt himself because of the noises he was making. When we got to Jacksonville we went and saw some of his boys, then we checked into the hotel and I slept like a rock for the first night. The next day, two of his boys came through and piped me down while he watched, then he took me out for dinner at a Greek restaurant near Daytona Beach. Our server was so damn cute but we figured he was straight because he kept talking to another table about his girlfriend in Gainesville. When we got back to Jacksonville we scored a couple hookups but there were a ton of flakes, so we checked out early this morning and hit the road at 4am. Someone hosted us in this town called Eutawville, SC and I got piped down again, then we drove up to South of the Border and looked for some dicks to suck but didn't get any action. We found someone in North Carolina to help me blow him one more time, then we drove all the way home. Now he's sleeping and I'm feeling really contented but I'm also jittery and excited because I've never done anything like that before and can't wait to do it again.
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  20. I got in contact with him on Grindr. At first he seemed like a normal guy, just looking for a hookup. He was not particularily good looking, so didnt catch my attantion. That day I was in mood for both cock and face. But waiting for potential breeders to respond, I continued chatting with him. He was in his early forties, average build and rather tall. After sharing pics and some stories, he writes to me: "You know, sometimes I organize cumdump-sessions. Have an arsenal of tops I can gather for particularily hungry and deserving btms." My heart stopped for a small second, and when it started again, it went in a slightly higher rate. In a matter of seconds, my mind had already served me piles of kinky fantasies, starring me. Insecurely I responded a simple "wow, sounds fun.", adding "those lucky btms" a few moments later. Some nervewracking minutes passed before he read my replies, and I could se he was writing back to me. "You seem just like the type of boy. Horny, cum-craving, good looking, dirty minded, verbal, fit for long sessions - just like my other whores." I couldnt believe i matched all his criteria, but the more i thought about it, i realized that i actually did. It was basically a description of me. So I said that if he was interested in investing in me, i was willing to be in his stable of mares. Then I asked him how an evening as his rent-out-property would look like. He said it was too late for him to explain that day, but that he could send me an email the next day. So I gave him my address, and repeated that I would love to be whored out in one of his sessions. I was satisfied for the night. Usually, when I first start cruising Grindr in the evening, i dont go to sleep before I have fucked at least one guy, or been fucked by at least one man. If its a really bad Grindr night, then I can accept having a cloudy popperbate to some filthy porn. Since the pandemic, the popperbate-nights had become more and more frequent. So having all my favourite popperbating-videos removed from PH in december really turned the 2020-nightmare into a fucking 2020-hell. This particular night however, I was satisfied only by talking to this mysterious - not good looking but still intriguing - guy that had made some vague promise to whore me out. So I went excited to sleep. The next day I woke up to a new email in my inbox. It was from a custom made sleazy-sexy-only-if-you-know-your-gay-kink-language-email adress, and the whole thing looked impressively serious and professional. I really didn't know what to do. The whole concept seemed surreal, did this really happen to me? In real life? Part of me just wanted to reply a giant YES!, while another part wanted to stay calm - just in case it was a dream I didn't wanna wake up. All I knew was that my cock was rock hard, throbbing in precum. [TO BE CONTINUED SOON]
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  21. Grand Rapids, MI—March, 2020 (This picks up right where ‘Opening His Hole Inch By Inch’ left off.) We have stopped for coffee and a light snack—and we take it out to the truck. We have about an hour’s trip ahead of us. I sip the hot liquid gratefully. It’s a chilly night. We eat. We talk. We love to compare notes on men we have both fucked. The coffee kicks in just as we reach the city limits. I am ready to fuck. And I really need to piss. Check in is fast. It’s a CumUnion night. It is nowhere near as packed as the previous one I attended here where every locker in the place was sold out. We strip down—and go our separate ways. I piss like the proverbial race horse and then go up a floor and scout out the play spaces. No one is in the glory hole area. One man is sprawled on a mattress in a dark corner—asleep. The sling is empty. One man is on all fours in the mattress area near the sling. Any number of men are sitting around by the stairs, but no one is playing. I sit down in the big screen porn area. Alone. I haul out my cock out of the jock I left on and stroke to the adequate porn. In no time the men from the seating area, one by one, come in to check me out. But only one is brave enough to kneel and ask to suck it. I spread my legs wide in answer and let him go to it. He is pretty good. He is also noisy enough in his enjoyment of taking my dick to make men gather around. Half a dozen men watch, hands under their towels or squeezing a bulge in their own jocks. Only one man opens his towel all together and tosses it on his shoulder. I reach for his cock and suck it as the man between my legs groans. But nobody else wants to join us. They stand around watching or shuffle off to sit and do nothing. I am enjoying being in the middle with a dripping cock in my mouth and an enthusiastic middle aged man slobbering over mine. Eventually I pull his head off me and, using the hand on the back of his head, guide him up to share the cock I’ve been sucking. He sucks it avidly and I hunker down in the chair to lick the standing man’s balls. It’s a big hairy sack—and I leave a ton of spittle all over it. “Which of you is going to fuck me?” The man on his knees has pulled off the dick and looking at the two of us. “I should open him up for your big dick,” says the guy we’ve been sucking. I stand up and the sucker bends over the first row of seats. I move behind him and spit on his very plump ass. I tongue fuck him a little. The other man moves around to feed him his dick as I rim. He thoughtfully reaches forward and pulls the man’s butt cheeks apart for me. “Get him good and wet.” I do. I spit and tongue fuck it into the hairless butt in front. He is tight. He’s obviously not been fucked tonight. I get him as wet as possible and then stand up, handing the small bottle of lube I keep in the waistband of my jock to the man getting his cock sucked. He comes around, lubing up his 6 incher. He pushes in. Hard and fast. The bottom yelps and I stick my dick into his open mouth. The force of the fucking is making the guy between us take me deep into his mouth on every stroke. He gives up trying to suck—he just holds on and becomes a cock sleeve for the two of us. The guy in his ass is breathing hard. Panting. He’s going to erupt any minute. The top gives a final shove in and howls out his orgasm. I pull out of the bottom’s mouth, afraid he might bite down. I let the top shudder as the bottom obviously milks his cock. After a moment, he pulls out and pushes past me. “Churn that load.” I want to clean his cock up—but he has already decided that is the bottom’s job. I use my cock head to catch a long drip of semen running out of the fucked and creamy hole. I push in between the now puffy ass lips and slide along the trail of cum. It feels great and I tell him so. “Push my jizz into this whore’s guts,” the first top barks. He has pulled his overly sensitive cock out of the bottom’s mouth. It is wilting fast—but his face tells me he is loving watching me churn his load. He moves around to see it better. I slow down my fucking and do long strokes in and out, pulling out my sperm covered cock for him to see. “That is so hot…” Then he slaps the bottom on the shoulder and heads for the showers. I pull out intending to taste the load I’ve been fucking in…but instead I find we both need to follow the first top to wash… * My cleaned up cock gets some head in the gloryhole area when I return to the play area. All the holes are low with my long legs. I have to hunker down at an odd angle to get my cock through, but the man who is sucking me is good—and I like not having a clue who it might be. He works hard—but gives up when he realizes he won’t make me blow my load. I do another walk around the various play areas. I find and fuck a guy in the sling. He is older and has a big, inviting ass sticking out for all fuckers. I rim him briefly—tasting the use he has had from at least one man tonight. He groans. I stand up and slap my cock on his ball sack. He grunts out: “Fuck me, stud.” I slide into him. He is tight and wet. I reach down and work the sizable nipples on his very hairy chest. His very small dick stands up and pulses each time I squeeze. I keep up a steady fuck rhythm. The sling chains creak and groan. A bystander comes over and takes over working the fuckee’s nipples. I grab the chains and increase the speed of my thrusts. The bystander squeezes hard and the man’s tiny cock shoots all over himself, hands free. Strings of cum hang from the forest of chest and pubic hair. The man groans deep in the back of his throat. I pull out. He thanks me, hoarsely. And I help him out of the sling. I find my friend. He is at the buffet set up in the front lobby. He has give some young man an oral load—and can go home anytime. He tells me to take my time, but, after two chocolate cookies, I head out on a mission to get off. I go back up to the play area. On the mattress near the sling, I see a familiar ass. It’s the man I christened Cowboy Boots years ago in these posts, as he was wearing them at the time. (I simply don’t remember whether he was on this night in March!) I move behind him. His hole has been used—as it always is. I lean down and begin licking up and down his ass cleft. He groans. When I go deep, he looks around to see who is chowing down on his ass. He grins as we make eye contact. “Eat me,” he grunts. “Love your tongue…” I grunt, maybe it’s more of snort as I wallow in the cum I’m finding deep inside him. He gives a slight push and I get a dollop of someone’s jizz on my tongue. I savor it and swallow. My cock jumps. It’s time to fuck. “I need to breed you,” I hiss in his ear. “Fuck, yeah…” he murmurs and his hole flowers open to take the big head pushing against it. It swallows me up. I am suddenly balls deep inside him. He squeezes. I begin to move. Not so slow. I know he can take whatever I can throw to him. I pump and churn the sperm in his hole. I pull out once and taste the load. It makes me want to shoot. I slide my dick back into him and almost immediately begin firing my pent up load. Once shot after another… I slept all the way back to Lansing… The original post is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/10/the-holes-of-cumunion.html
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  22. Thank You for follow....Welcome to Singapore, if u should come one day
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  23. Thats it boy show me your pussy let me slide in and work it a little I promise I will make your cock drool and I promise You will blow your load by me fucking your hole. As long as you cum and Get off I will remove the cage. If you don't cum from having your boy pussy used and filled then you will have to keep it locked on. I am sure by the time you leave on Tuesday that you will be able to blow the load by having your pussy used. If not then maybe you will get unlocked on your next visit. Those are the rules. Now beg for my cock and ask to have your pussy used. Tell me what a Nasty little pig you are and what you want and need boy.
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  24. Atlanta is fully open. I've played at the bathhouse and sex club several times. I will be at the Parliament Resort in Augusta, GA in July for 5 days of Fist Fest bliss. Starting to plan out travel for the rest of the year do I can end the year with a respectable partner count and the level of sexual use my body is used to.
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  26. Hell yea, you couldn't have said it better!
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  27. Lansing—March, 2020 The top man with who I love to share hole—often at a Michigan campground—wrote me. Work was getting him down. Prepping for the pandemic, which he knew would come to Michigan any day now, was exhausting him. He needed release. He needed me. But not to fuck alongside him. He wanted my dick. Inside him. To fuck his hole. This was not altogether new. We had tried it once before. BB. That’s not Bare Back—but Before Blog. It had been that long ago when I had eaten him out and he had managed to take most of my dick, but not all, and not for long. He wanted to try again. The itch in his hole was constant. So, on a Saturday night at the top of the month, I came up to scratch it… We are in his basement. His arms are wrapped around my chest. Tight. Without a word he kneels. My jock pouch swells. I ruffle his iron grey hair and tell him to suck me. He lingers, inhaling the jockstrap. This is an exclusively cum marinated jock, as I know he has little interest in piss. As he stares at the outline of cock under the worn, stained fabric, I glance around the room. He has curtained off an area for play—cutting off all the unused furniture and storage boxes from view. There is a sling and a flat fuck table side by side. Porn plays. The light is dim—and reddish. We look hot in jocks and boots. He pulls back the fabric. He takes a long moment to get my cock out. It brushes his cheek as it uncoils. He hesitates for a moment then takes me into his mouth. A third of my dick disappears. I let him set the tempo of the cocksucking. For the moment. He comes off it and moves his lips up and down the shaft. Then he ovals again and takes down half of my prick—enough to hit the back of his throat. He pauses…and pulls off me. I guide his head into my balls. “Lick them. Don’t suck. Lick them. Make ‘em nice and wet.” He does as he’s told. I like giving orders to this ex-military man. I pull my dick to my stomach so it allows better access for his ravenous tongue. He gets the hairy orbs good and wet. When I’m ready, I lower my cock and drill it into his mouth. This time he takes ¾ of it…with the tiniest gag. I pull out and thrust into him again. Just as deep. He takes it with no problem. I fuck his face. My hands clamp onto the back of his head. I don’t go as deep—but there is no escape from my pistoning cock. Five strokes. Ten. I stop and let his ragged breath come back to normal. The moment it does, I fuck his face again. Ten strokes…the last two a little deeper. He almost gags, but controls it. I pat him on the head. A job well done. “Get in the sling. I need to eat your hole.” He does. I get his ankles into the stirrups. I lube my cock as I kneel and dive in. I hear the poppers crack open as my tongue finds his tight pucker. It’s not tight for long. Between my insistent barrage of pointed tongue strokes and the poppers, he flowers open. I change to wide licks of the entire ass crack ending with me spitting directly into his hole. My tongue drives each gob deep in his chute. Over and over again. “I want…your dick in me…so bad…” He is lost in his own world of poppers and pleasure. I eat him out a little more, then stand and enter his open hole. Just my cock head. It makes a satisfying pop as his ass ring snaps over it. He grunts, takes a hit and I barely move. Just the tiniest of thrusts forward. I pull out and lick his now open hole. I spit. I stand and stick myself into him again. Maybe two inches of cock. Again, I barely thrust. I just keep slowly opening his hole. Getting him used to having something in there. He grunts his pleasure—keeping his eyes tightly shut. I repeat the process once more. This time as I push in, I slide in all the way. I don’t mean to, but his ass is open and welcoming. I hold, my thick bush grinding against him. He inhales from the bottle and I begin to fuck. “Oh, yeah…fuck…Argh…FUCK!” he groans. I am doing a very measured, slow fucking of his ass. I build up speed. I don’t bottom out with each stroke…maybe he gets the full shaft every third or fourth time. His cock is erect…but soon the poppers and the clamping down of his ass takes it down. I reach forward and twist his nipples slightly. He gasps, but groans his approval. My fuck picks up tempo. Soon I am giving it to him full throttle. Then I slow. Stop. I surprise him by eating his well fucked hole…his hole that can’t quite close now. I stand up and fuck him hard for a second time. I get him out of the sling and we stretch. I bend him over the table, chest to table top. I kneel behind him and tongue his battered hole. I taste his juices and my own, unmistakable preucm. I stand and slip inside again. He is not comfortable here. His head and back arch up…and I grab the back of his neck and force him back down to the table. I drill him deep. And hard. Only then do I let him up. We break for water. Back in the sling I use a vibrating butt plug on him for variety, fiddling with the controls. My dick goes back in, too. Slow, but soon it's too fast. Steady to pile driving. And that does it. He asks me to stop. His hole has had it. We talk—we both want to get off. What about going to the bathhouse? Both knowing this could be a last trip for a very long time. We clean up a little, get dressed—and get in his truck… Next time: Getting off in a familiar ass…. The original post is here: [think before following links] [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/09/opening-his-hole-inch-by-inch.html
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  28. What was it about my posts that made you assume I have somehow never heard of Saudi Arabia (or any of the other places you mentioned) and that I somehow went all my life without knowing there are countries where being gay is illegal? Was it nothing to do with me, and something to do with you overestimating your own all-conquering genius? On the contrary, those of us gays who support Trump tend to be acutely aware of many foreign countries' attitude to homosexuality hence why we want to stop Islamic immigration to the West. (It's far too late for that now). It's the "liberals" who are ignorant and living in fucking dreamland on this particular topic... and always have been. I myself have been banned by Imam Scorpio for daring to post lists of countries that outlaw homosexuality. Perhaps we would have at some point left square one on that discussion if it wasn't for the fact that he has an even bigger lust for deleting and banning than Bill Cosby has for unconscious women. Going to back to your brilliant post again..... usually I have to be on a comments section of a right-wing website to find someone talking in such an agonisingly condescending way in which they believe they're the 1st ever person to "tell me something" that I supposedly didn't know. You posted the polite, "liberal" equivalent of "LISTEN YOU LITTLE QUEER, TRY GOING TO PAKISTAN AND WAVING YOUR STUPID FLAG. THEY KILL UR KIND OVER THERE." Well don e.
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  29. If I saw that profile, I would take away that the poster doesn’t want to walk into an encounter with expectations of where it’s going. I somewhat get that, although typically I go in wanting/expecting to bottom. I’m completely good with a change of plans that lands me on top. Sometimes it’s fun to be the 5’6” dude pounding the fuck out of a 6’2” guy who initially thought he would be on top.
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  30. 100% this, I was born a faggot, I've never had any inclination to put my dick in anyone - it isn't something I learn or was conditioned for. I was meant to serve cock. I am a faggot.
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  31. Sounds hot! Defintely into AgePlay here too.
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  32. Fully agree.. You know I am a Grand Master, I also see my mistake days of warning points which makes me feel shit Tbh. My warnings and ban goes back about 10 years and I have been a good bottom since.I would like these removed so my new status which I am honoured to have, can be enjoyed. I would like to be a Grand Bottom or Grand slut. Master kind of makes me look like a Top. But hey, it's fun.
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  33. I tend to agree with other bottoms - CUM is the best lube to use. For the first load, I prefer to use my spit from sucking his cock hard and deep. I tend to develop a nice saliva perfect to lube up for that first load.
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  34. Part 4: I lost sense of time and space. My mind was only loosely aware of what was happening to me. I enjoyed myself, I lost all control, and I felt like I was doing exactly what I was needing to do in that moment. I never passed out, but I also wasn't fully aware of what was happening to me. At times I was blindfolded, at other times I was locked in and looking forward at the screens while I was getting fucked, other times the red lights came back on. There was a show being put on for the people in the room and for the viewers on the internet, and I wasn't the star, but I was the landscape and the horizon all in one. The sex, the degradation, the humiliation, and the lust, these were the real stars of the show. I don't know how long I was there, but it had to have been at least the day. I never fully had the chance to come out of it. However, I did notice when the action stopped. Things went quiet for a time. I may have slept. I remember being wet and raw. I didn't get off the entire time and my hard on had long left me, but I was soaked through on the cushion I was draped over with a mix of my own pre-cum and the raw fluids of those who used me. I was released and still slightly out of it, dressed, and then thrown into the back of a car. I heard a few words being given to the driver, then I was pulled away from the house. The driver asked me a few questions, but I couldn't really respond. I was barely cleaned up before being thrown in the car. I likely had semen in visible places. I mumbled to the driver a few words, assuming I was being driven home. I blurted my address. The streets and landmarks passed by, but it wasn't until I was in my own driveway that I started to come to. It was now night time, probably late. My phone was dead. I fumbled for a wallet and keys and the driver stopped me, saying in a think middle eastern accent, "No no. You don't have to pay with money. Do you need help?" I nodded and tried to find the door handle. I managed to get it and open the door but dropped my phone and keys as I did. The driver hopped out of the car and started to help me with my items and getting in the house. He pulled me roughly from the car and stood me upright, holding me much tighter than I would have liked, although, I appreciated and needed the help. His hands and body heat started to stir up the longing in me. I had been used quite heavily already that day, but not having gotten off myself, nor having the chance to really appreciate the experience left me wanting more. Or perhaps, it was because I truly was a whore now. Craving cock and intimacy more than dignity. The driver used my keys to let me enter into the dark house. My bedroom wasn't far off from the entrance and I indicated where it was and he brought me there. He threw me on the bed. I landed face down and ass up, barely able to move. I felt him start to undress me, pulling my clothes around me roughly, while he said a few indistinct words. I had an idea of what was coming and I neither wanted to resist, nor did I have the energy to participate. "This is how you are going to pay". He got on top of me, my pants and underwear were around my ankles and my shirt was pulled up over my head. I was exposed, but not quite naked. I felt a few slaps of a cock against my ass and the sound of him spitting. I doubt he even needed the extra spit for lube, but who was I to tell him otherwise. He entered with aggression and purpose, diving deeply into my ass without much warning or care. He let his body rest on mind as he pumped in and out of me. I had no ability to tell how big or thick he was, my ass was too numb from the drugs and the use. As he plowed me I felt myself get hard and as he thrust inside me, my cock robbed against the comforter on my bed. He didn't last long, and neither did I. The friction from his fucking caused me to explode as he did. He bust inside me with a loud grunt and I moaned as my dick finally had a release. The driver pumped in and out of me a few more times then pulled out, slapped my ass and said, "Thanks for the payment, slut. See you around." He got dressed, leaving the door to my bedroom open, and left. I laid there in a mix of my own cum and his, mixing in with the many loads I had taken dribbling out onto my bed. I was exhausted, spent, used. I didn't even have the energy to take off the rest of my clothes. I fell asleep as is, exposed, with cummy ass to the world. I barely dreamt, but when I did, it was of cock. This experience was likely to change my life forever. The end (Maybe for now).
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  35. Sounds familiar, contact details in profile here.
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  36. I am a bottom that enjoys rough sex and testing my limits. I enjoyed the story and would sign a consent form if I could find a group like this.
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  37. my uncles were only 4 and 6 years older than me. when I was 15, i went to spend the summer with my grandfather and they were home from college. the 19 yo taught me how to drive and one day had me drive out to the middle of nowhere to show me something. he ended up showing me his 7" cock and teaching me how to suck him off. after 3 loads we went back and the 21 yo took me to his room for more practice on his 8" cock. they taught me a lot that summer.
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  38. I offer to put the condom on for them then put the tip of it in my mouth to unroll it on. Get the tip all bunched up and serrate the hell out of with my front teeth. 9/10 the tip of the condom comes right off after a few thrusts.
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  39. Well yes - the top is supposed to always be in charge and be able to do what he wants BUT if the bottom is a greedy cum pig and is going to the baths or some other cruise spot You could just make sure you have a nice coating of Vaseline inside your ass and that should melt any rubber so you can still get the load and hopefully introduce a top to the joys of bb
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  40. True story. I had done lots of drugs as a teenager in the 70's. I was not sexually active at the time. I had never mixed the two until the age of 55. My boss is a Dominant Alpha Male. Straight, but never minded getting a blowjob from a fag. He knows that queers love giving head, unlike women, who only do it as an obligation. Meth is one drug I had never done. He was bothered by the fact that I was a Meth virgin. I begged him to get me high, I knew I wanted to try it. He gave in, even though I was his employee, I told him I could handle mixing the fact that I worked for him and I was going to become his submissive. I soon learned, Man was I missing out. He introduced me to the highs of blowing clouds. I took to it every fast. It felt good. He would never let me do it alone. Only with him, and He had to be in charge, like he was everywhere in his life. I gladly let him control me. When he would hold that pipe up to my mouth and tell me to "hit it". "hold it in" and I could only exhale when he said I could. I quickly submerged myself in his power over me. I found myself begging him to get me addicted to meth. I wanted to feel this way 24/7 365. He obliged and saw to it that I became a meth pig for him, since he found I gave him much better head if I was tweaked. I gladly gave up my previous life, shunned all of those people who were in it, so I could focus only on him. That was what he wanted and all I wanted was what he wanted me to do. The first time was so spectacular. I must have had 7 or 8 hits off that bowl. He then decided I needed to try something else. He pulled out the crack and the crack pipe. I was not afraid. In a weird way I had total trust in him from the start. He was a long time smoker and he knew the limits and the signs of distress. I would walk in front of a bus, or take a bullet for him. I trust him that much. I puffed on that crack pipe for at least 5 minutes. To some that may seem tame, but, remember all these drugs were new to my system and my brain and my heart. After those hits I was flying high. Very high. He grabbed me by the back of my head pulling hard on my hair and shoved my face into his crotch. He pulled down his pants only to expose his cock and his nut sac. While holding onto my head with his cock down my throat he dragged me to his sofa me scrambling to crawl on my knees as he yanked my whole body to where he wanted to be. Sitting down he took me by the ears and forced my head all the way up his dick and then pushed my face down so that his pubic hairs were in my eye. He got faster and faster not giving me time to breathe. He said that my breath was not important, only pleasuring his cock was important. I had to agree and said so. I know how to treat a meth pig. You ARE a meth pig. In one night I have turned you from a respectable man to nothing but a meth pig faggot. He pulled my head up so I could verbally agree with him. I said yes Boss. I also took advantage of this time to get my breath. I was getting so turned on by his dominance, but my pleasure was not important and I could do nothing about that. He was not the reciprocating type. In fact he made me stop touching myself and told me I had to do that in some dark corner away from him where faggots go to jerk off their dicks. He told me to concentrate on pleasing him, which I did from here on out. My jaw was getting sore and my mouth was dry. I tried to reach for my glass of water. He took it out of my hand, and demanded "Open" referring to my mouth. He then spit directly into my mouth and said, drink that. When he saw that I swallowed that so enthusiastically, he pulled me head back again and let a slow spiral of spit leave his mouth and land directly on my tongue. Good catch little faggot , he said. You are going to take all my fluids before this night is over. Since he was standing now and I am short with short legs, he was towering over me. He had to literally lift me up so my mouth could again reach his cock which was very hard now from all this toughness. Mine was too, but it would have to wait. Putting his right hand on the back of my head and his left hand around my throat he plunged his cock down my throat. Stick out that tongue you dumb homo. As I did it just went down my throat and felt like it was in my lungs. He said I love to feel my own cock going into your fag face hole, I can feel it from the outside. As he face fucked me with wild abandon, he paid no attention to my gagging. It didnt matter to either one of us. He just relentlessly pumped my face and I got in breaths where I could. He pushed my back to the sofa so that my head was resting on the front of the cushion. There was no where for me to go. He held my arms by the wrist and fucked my face faster and harder than anyone ever had before. I relaxed and enjoyed the turbulence of his fucking. I do not remember ever being this dominated down my throat and being so relaxed as to enjoy every minute. He stopped all of a sudden. I saw him reach for the meth pipe. As he filled the pipe, he asked me, Do you like being used as nothing but a face hole for my straight dick , you fucking faggot. I love that dominant verbal talk and I had an opportunity this time to speak without anything down my throat. I replied Yes Boss. I like being your meth pig, please feed me some more meth, then please feed me more of your huge cock, then please allow my open mouth and esophagus to be a receptacle for your straight fluids. Please let me feel more of your power as you rape my willing face hole, Sir. Please. He said I like it when you beg to be raped. I like to hear you want to be my meth pig. Your life is so fucked up now. You cant escape my dominance. Somehow I know you never want to leave, and I never have to worry about you going anywhere. I replied I belong to you from now until forever. Or until you decide you are done with me. You see Boss I l know all of this is your decision, your way, your choice. I have no say and I dont want any say. Good faggot boy you know I could be done with you tonight and I could throw your ass out onto the street if I choose. Yes Boss I am aware and what you say, goes. Period. He then shoved that pipe into my mouth and lit that torch. I love the sound of that torch. It makes a distinct sound that only means one thing. METH. Fuck Yeah. I sat patiently on the floor with my head against the sofa as he twirled the pipe back and forth in my mouth. We both watched as the rock turned to liquid and the smoke swirled inside the round bowl. That sight alone has made me blow a load in the past without even touching myself. My mouth on one end and my Dom on the other end directing me when to breathe and when to hold it in. Before I took that first big hit, pulled the pipe away and said beg for it faggot. I pleaded like my life depended on it. Making sure to acknowledge that he is the reason for my ability to breathe in his presence. His permission to do the simplest thing such as taking in air into my lungs. Things we all take for granted now must be acknowledged that He owns every part of my life, even how my body works. He then put that pipe back into my mouth, as he lit the torch again to make sure everything was melted and about to enter my body. At this point I was SO starved for that smoke, for that sweet smell of meth, that I started to precum in my jeans. The wet spot was right below where he was standing and it was impossible for me to hide it. He looked down and started laughing. Wow, he said, what excites you more faggot the meth or my cock. Right now Boss, I am longing for those methamphetamines to enter my raspatory system, be absorbed into my lung tissue and enter my blood stream. You giving me that woozy feeling of being high and knowing I belong to you because no one else will ever have right to own my lungs like you do Boss. Faggot, he said, you are one fucked up queer and I am glad I was the one to corrupt you into being such a pig for me. I am the best there is and you know it, now HIT that goddamn bowl motherfucker. I took one long slow draw, as he squeezed my nostrils together allowing for nothing but Meth smoke to enter me. Keep going , keep going, dont stop, not yet. dont stop faggot until I tell you to, keep going. little bit more, little bit more. It all inside you now, the whole rock has been transformed into my control, my smoke that I give to you. He continued to hold my nose. Keep it in,, dont let it out, not yet, keep holding, keep holding, you can do it. I have taught you well my little faggot. Yes MY faggot, 10 more seconds. My lung were so full and I wanted to push it out very badly. More than that I wanted to make him happy, to show him that I could be the best meth smoking pig he had ever met. OK you blow it out, I think there will be nothing left to exhale, I am sure all of it has been left in your faggot lungs. I still had a little more I could take., He smiled and said Oh you want to hold on longer. I am impressed. Look at the meth pig you are, the meth pig I have made. I made you, you are my property. You have no voice except to agree and do my bidding in this new life I have made for you. Finally I exhaled. It felt such relief. A rush like I had never had before. My head was spinning and I was floating on that swirling smoke that entered the room. Not much of it, but, what there was I was tripping on those clouds. I looked and saw him grinning an evil grin. You smoke like a pro, fag. You ready? Open. Open. Once again I was pinned down by my wrists, with his now gargantuan cock sliding in and out of my open willing accepting mouth hole. He was pumping me with a feverish rhythm, I could feel his balls hitting my chin. I should have shaved before, my beard was too long. His cock was getting caught up in my beard every time he pulled out. Hey fag, he shouted. trim that beard or I will punch the fuck out of you. Say yes Boss. Say it right now with my cock in your throat. I managed to get out Yeth when he pumped out, then he shoved it back in. When he pulled out again I got out Both. He started laughing. You did what I said, you just sounded like a dumb faggot doing it. Oh Wait, You ARE a dumb faggot. Then he stopped laughing and concentrated on fucking my face. In and Out In and Out. He went on like this for another 30 minutes. Slowing down if he got too close. Then back to the feverish pump. I was SO high I barely knew where I was. The only thing I could see was a photo of him with his girlfriend. I keep my gaze on that photo, it grounded me. How long can you go you queer? He pulled out so I could answer. As long as it takes you, whenever is your choice, I have no say, you do Boss, as I admitted calmly but completely horned out. He could tell I was loving every minute of this treatment. I dont want this to end Sir. Good answer cock sucking faggot he said with a half laugh. You ready for the blow up? Fuck Yeah please Boss I replied. I could feel his cock get bigger as he continued to plow my the back of my throat and into my chest. I felt his balls pull back as he put his hand on the back of my head pinned against the sofa. Pulling my hair towards him his cock felt like it was into my stomach. He leaned over frozen pushing very hard with his hips against my head, while he pushed my head towards his bush. I was trapped between his groin and his big manly hand as the semen shot into my throat. It tasted very good. I was hoping it would be as sweet smelling as his crotch was, and it was. I can smell that smell right now as I am sitting here. His whole body shook, having spasms and thrusting more even after the cum was drained from his beautiful masculine dick. He started to pull out, and as he did I took my hands on his ass cheeks and pushed it down my throat again. More semen spilled out and slid down my willing throat. He laughed, You cant get enough of my Alpha cum. can you? You want more and more. Yes I do Boss. Well I'm out of cum but you are going to swallow this. He assumed the same position only this time he held my nose. Take my piss you dirty meth pig whore. I could feel the start of his warm stream slowly flow from the back of my throat down down my esophagus. He pulled out a little so his piss would hit my taste buds on my tongue. Do you like how that tasted dirty pig? I nodded yes. I had to control the piss coming in my mouth. I did not want to drown. I knew how to swallow whole bladders by breathing right and making my tongue slow down the stream. Otherwise it would come back out my mouth and HE would not like his piss dripping on his body. Piss is for faggots like you, I heard him say. Once he was done he shook his cock while it was still in my mouth. Jerking to get every last drop for me. He then pulled out grabbed me by the back of the head and spit right into my eye. I knew to leave it there, I would slurp that up after he left. I looked up to see a mix of pleasure and contempt. He would never say thank you that was good. Just the fact that I was lucky enough to take his fluids was my thank you. I said it for the both of us. Thank you Boss. That was the best blowjob I have ever given. He laughed and said nothing as he pulled up his pants. Don't count on that happening again. If I want to rape you I will, and If I never do again you will remember this and compare all others to me and they will never stack up. Damn I am the best. You know faggot you know more than I ever thought you would. I think I will keep you around, you can do everything for me so I don't have to lift a finger. Maybe, if you are lucky, I will shoot my seed into your eager mouth again. However remember if you ask you'll never get it. I am in charge and if need a faggot to use you will be at the top of my list of meth pigs. Wow Thank you Boss. That was the best compliment you could ever say to me.. I know homo I know. Now get the fuck out of my office and go clean something. or do whatever it is that faggots like you do. I dont really care , just get out of sight for now. You are dismissed. Stay where I can see you on my cameras. With that I left the office the happiest I have ever been with cum in my hair , cum on my eye so it is stuck shut and the smell of his balls on my beard. The only place that I could get some privacy was in the kitchen walk in pantry. I went there and blew my own load in a record 2 minutes I was so worked up and turned on thinking of the Dominant I have in my life, knowing that my submissive meth pig will be treated the way it should. Hells Yeah
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  41. As a gay man nearing the 65 yr mark, I definitely think the concept of several (many)FB's versus a partner or very good, even if non sexual friend is overrated. Yeah, I know there is great freedom with a long line of FB's, no hurt feelings and even a sense of want or desire to be with , in, you. But those guys likely have a partner at home that they are invested in. Guys at home who they know birthday dates, shared experiences outside of a bedroom to recall and remember. I have posted a bit before my life line- but as a recap- I had a partner for 19 years- we did some travel together and apart, we celebrated holidays and birthdays and created memories together. He and I moved from a monogamous partnership to a " don't ask, don't tell, and don't bring it home" footing after 10 years. And then he got diagnosed with spinal cancer around our 15th year. Lots of very long and very invasive surgeries, but his life got an extension. And when he was back up and moving, he went at life with both hands- unfortunately, he connected with a guy and had a 1 yr affair regularly before telling me. And he refused to drop the guy- so when the rubber met the road, I ended the relationship, upended my life leaving 1 job and the place I had called home for years, to start a new life with a part time job I had held during most of the time we were together, which helps offset household costs his paycheck did not cover. Within 6 months of me leaving ( BTW- at this point they had been "lovers" for almost 3 years, and the ex had endured 2 more tumor surgeries) they split up and the other guy was out of the scene. The ex and I were able to stay civil, and in fact almost friends 1000 miles apart, And I was his proxy for health care up until the very end. He knew he could count on me to let him go in peace when the time came, whereas he wasn't sure a family member would be able to say, Its time to let go. I am not trying to be a hypocrite here- I have been a pig and opened my door and holes to guys , probably with a lot less care or concern than I should, since the split 21 years ago. And many, maybe most of the ones who want to come to my house, and play and get wild likely have someone at home be it male or female, that they are slipping out on. Without exception, none has ever sent a Christmas card, or brought along a small gift no matter how many bottles of poppers, or how big a mess they made on their last visit. There has never been one to offer to help out with a ride when my car needed to go in the shop, or i needed to go in for same day surgery. And, in most of the cases, all I have is a screen name, not a phone number and regular , non sexual contact. So take it from someone getting closer to that age ( hell, maybe I am already past the door) where you become invisible to the people hunting the hook up sites, where the site filters others use no longer include your profile by and large based on age. Gay men are the reincarnation of Ponce de Leon- they seek youth, staying young and denying they are as old as they are. So the 60 year old is seeking 25- 40, the 25 year old in his profile states "absolutely no one over 35!" And all the guys who went for FB's over true friends end up in their latter years either alone, or resorting to rent boys, or returning to the places they used to find a new trick a day when they were in their 30's- parks, bars, bath houses ( at 10 in the morning) But even at that extent- damned few will wind their day up with someone to give a hug, or help with a task around the house. So really guys, take stock of your life, and know while a friend or partner may inhibit your wild side now and then, and require some hard work to make things work, in the long run you will experience a lot more of life.
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  42. Hello, first I have to apologize in case the story is difficult to understand. I write the stories in German and have them translated by the Google translator, as I cannot speak or write and read English. Needless to say, this story is fictitious, as are people and places. The game got out of control - Part 7 (A nice, horny day) I was exhausted with the world and dog-tired, but that is also very clear, because I had been awake for 28 hours now. I looked for a place to sleep in Frank and Simon's apartment, and found it in their bedroom while the others were still partying in the living room. But sleep was not really an option, because my thoughts were playing tricks on me. I was totally turned on by the idea of getting fucked and getting cum up my asshole, at the same time I was still disgusted by it. I tossed and turned, and the butt plug pinched my bum, making me think of the next fuck with every movement. At some point, it must have been around 10 a.m., I actually managed to fall asleep. I didn't notice anything until 3 p.m., I was so exhausted. I usually never get 5 hours of sleep. When I woke up I felt somehow reborn, only when I put on the terrible but awesome memory of last night came. The butt plug pushed in again, and the pain reappeared, but at the same time as the pain my cock got up again. I was horny. But my brain sent me the signals that I should finally google for the term POZ, only my cell phone was at home, as always on the game evenings. Sitting at the edge of the bed, I looked around the bedroom and saw how Frank, Simon and Dominik slept spooned into each other. Well, the bed was big enough for 4 people with 2.20 meters by 2.20 meters. I got up slowly, as if drunk, only that I hadn't had any alcohol, and staggered into the kitchen, where I finally met Matteo. The first thing Matteo didn't notice when I came into the kitchen was he was so absorbed in typing something on his cell phone. I spoke to him: “Hi, you, Matteo, can I use your cell phone for a moment? My cell phone is at home. " "Do you want to call your wife to pick you up?" He asked me. "No, I will stay a little longer, I just want to google something." Was my answer. "So so." He said with a grin, "what do you want to know?" "I just wanted to find out what the POZ is all about." I blushed deep red when I answered. Matteo avoided me and instead said: "You are not really awake yet, come shower with me first, and clean up your sloppy bum, and then you can have a coffee." I was confused, why did Matteo avoid me, did I ask the wrong question? So we took a shower first, Matteo took care of my back and my rectal area. Suddenly and with force he pulled the butt plug out of me, I could have screamed, but didn't do it so as not to wake the others. Everyone can imagine what happens when the plug is pulled out of the cunt at high speed ... ... right, my asshole was blooming, and tons of pink sperm ran out of me. Matteo then took a silver tube with 5 holes, which was attached to a hose, and inserted it into his hole, as I learned a little later, it was an anal shower. So he put the anal shower in and turned on the water. He counted 21, 22, 23 ... to 30, so 10 seconds, then he turned the water off again, held it in for a short time and crouched over the drain of the shower cubicle. Clear water came out of him. He then said to me: "If your asshole is as clean as mine, you come into the kitchen, but first you fuck me, your cock still has to get small." I had a big question mark on my face, I'd never fucked anyone in the ass before, and now should I? "On your left is the special lubricant, take some of it on my cunt and some on your cock, and then finally push it into my starving hole!" "Uuuuhhhaaa !!!!" I started to groan while pushing in, the hole was tight. "Yes, come on, fuck me!" Cried Matteo "I can't hold out for long, you're so tight, Matteo." I groaned. I really only managed to pump into that hole 5 or 6 times then my cock literally exploded. "That's good, now we wash the lout again, and then ..." said Matteo when I interrupted him. "So what???" "Then your cock will be in the cage for today." Matteo gave him an evil grin. No sooner said than done, my cock was locked away faster than I could see. "And now clean your cunt, then use the special gel, and slide the plug up your ass again, and come into the kitchen!" It was 4 p.m. when I came out of the bathroom, Matteo was waiting for me in the kitchen with a freshly brewed coffee. He checked briefly whether the plug was properly seated, then he said: “Unfortunately I have to go quickly to buy something for the party tonight.” Almost casually when going out he said: “Oh, before I forget it, the postman might ring the bell and have a package for Simon. Please do not wake Simon and receive it. " "Wait a minute!" I was too late, the door was already closed. Ohhhh, where did I maneuver myself into? I had nothing to wear and was supposed to open the mail for the postman ... At that very moment the doorbell rang, of course it was the postman ... ... as I was told, I let the postman into the house and he came trudging up the stairs to our third floor. I opened the apartment door just a little crack and peeked out, he didn't look too bad, but I didn't want to present myself naked to him either. “Parcel for Mr. Simon Müller.” Said the parcel delivery man "Um yes, just put it in front of the door." Was my statement. "Unfortunately that doesn't work, I still need your signature." Said the parcel carrier finally. So I had to open the door and show myself to the postman, what crap. “But you are not Simon Müller, I know him. What's your name? ”He asked with a grin and scrutinized me. "I, I am, I am Benjamin Voight," I stuttered. Oh, I was embarrassed ... “Nice, Benjamin, and as I can see you are a little cum horny cunt. GET ON YOUR KNEES AND SUCK MY TAIL !!! "he roared, I probably had no other choice. "YES! MAKE HIM BEAUTIFULLY HARD AND WET! " I did my best, and with a tail of about 19cm in your mouth you can't disagree anyway. I was so ashamed, in the middle of the door frame I knelt in front of a goddamn cock and sucked it, the whole house, 3 parties per floor and that on 4 floors. There are 11 foreign parties, hopefully there were no children in the house ... Come up, spread your legs and support yourself in the door frame, I want to see your hot asshole! " I did as ordered, without resistance or reply, I wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. "I think I have to first remove the plug from your cunt so that I can fuck and inseminate you!" He said it, and he did it immediately, a man of clear statements and deeds. Immediately after the plug was out, he pushed his rock-hard latte into my tortured asshole, and fucked me mercilessly for 10 minutes until he had a loud orgasm. He pulled his pants up again and said while walking downstairs: "I hope to see you again soon, Benjamin, you little sperm pig:" I felt so humiliated to be exposed so publicly, but my cunt was itching again and wanted more cock. Will I get some more cocks tonight? And more sperm? POZ-Cum? And what will Matteo say when he comes back and smells the sperm from the postman on me? These questions will be answered next time ... Sequel follows...
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  43. I started to sniff and lick my moms dirty panties out the laundry basket when i was 12, done for years
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  44. The first part of this story was true, factual account. This second part is pure fiction. In my mind it is exactly what I want to happen. One day, soon after the last part ended, I was minding my own business. I was doing my job like I am paid to do. The Boss called me and said we were going to have to work on Saturday. Normally I had weekends off. He told me to come in at 4:00pm. When I asked why we had to work on a Saturday and why we were starting so late in the day, he barked at me "if you dont want your job I can get any other faggot to come here and do it. for you, remember your employment lies strictly in my hands." I replied I would be happy to come in on Saturday at 4:00pm. Thats a better attitude, thats what I want to hear from you. Yes sir, I said. I was not really happy but I also knew his word was the most important thing to me, so who needs time off. At 3:00pm on Saturday I was getting out of the shower and getting dressed when my phone rang. He would never see but in my contacts listing his name was listed as Dom, as in Dominant. That could fool anyone looking and still give him the respect he deserves in that kind of silent way. He told me we were not going to work at the office and I was to come to his house. I started to ask why, and caught myself, asking if he would text me the address so I could put it in my navigation system. I was excited, turned on, scared, and so many other things but most of all my submissive self became alive. I got my in car quickly so I would have extra time to get there and not be late, but, also have time to scope out his surroundings. I knocked on his door at exactly 4:00pm. The door came open but no one was there. I heard a voice, his voice, say come in and sit down right there. I did and watched the door close and lock all by itself. Rather close and lock by his command. I looked around and saw a camera and speaker in the corner ceiling pointed right at where I was sitting. I stood up a minute and acted like I was tucking in my shirt and noticed the camera silently follow my moves. This gave me instant wood knowing he was controlling my every move in my first minute here. Then a voice came over that speaker and told me to go down the hall and turn left at the stairs and go up to the 3rd floor. As i got to the top of the stairs there was a table with a pipe on it that clearly had a decent size rock of crystal in it. Again the camera and speaker told me to stand there and smoke that entire bowl before I came into his office. As I took the first hit, watching the smoke do that swirl that so gets me excited, his voice said bring that in here now. I opened the door and brought the pipe and torch with me. He was sitting there with only a pair of shorts that were red and blue, and a T Shirt. I feel overdressed I said, trying to make a joke. He laughed kinda, like an obligation. Take off your shirt and sit right here, as he pointed down at the floor in front of him at his feet. I took off my shirt, leaving on the T Shirt I wore under it, and I sat down close enough to see that he had no underwear on and I was in between each leg. He propped his feet in my lap and waited to see how I would react. I think he felt the wood in my pants grow fast. I do what he says when he says it. THAT is my job. Nothing else is my job, but what he commands. Sitting there looking up at him felt so right, so like the world was in order and my place was defined. He took the pipe from my hand and grabbed the torch. shoving the bowl into my mouth saying "take the rest in this one hit." I watched the rock melt again and the smoke started to rise. "Breath it in fag finish this like a good little meth piggy." I pulled on that pipe until there was no smoke left and my lungs were going to explode. He put his fingers around my nose and squeezed with his right hand and put his left hand around my neck and gave it a slight squeeze too. As I sat there feeling my head race, my heart pounding he continued to increase the grip on my neck making sure the smoke stayed inside me. Finally he let go of my nose, only loosening his hand on my neck. I signaled, may I exhale? He nodded yes and gripped my neck tighter saying he wanted to feel what was left leave my body. I blew out hard and fast, and he said, "thats what I wanted." My face was red and on fire. He picked up a mirror held it up to my face and said, "This is what my meth pig looks like when he obeys!" and grinned an evil grin that turned me the fuck on. I looked very high but very happy. He told me to just sit there under him while he worked, and I would be doing my job. I had fantasized about sitting under his desk and did so happily, feeling my high. I did not interrupt him or speak at all, I lie down on my back and his feet were on top of me. 2 hours went by and I hadn't moved or made a sound. "I am so proud of my fag you are going to get a treat." Wondering what that could mean he opened a drawer on his desk. He took out a bag of meth, a spoon, a syringe, and a tourniquet, Now i will remind you I was new to the drug scene, but not naïve. I knew exactly what this meant and I started to get up from the floor. He simply pressed his foot on my face and pushed me back down. "Not quite as dumb as I thought. I know you have never done this, but you will be safe, I will be right here. OK?" His foot was still pressing my face on the floor, and I nodded yes. He told me to get up and sit in the chair next to his desk. My high had come down a bit, I wasn't frozen anymore. "I want you to feel the rush that a good slam will give you" "You said you wanted to be my meth pig didn't you? This is part of that. You wanted me to get you addicted didn't you?" Nervous but strikingly turned on I said Yes Sir. I watched while he melted down the rock and drew it up in the syringe. He pushed the air out and flicked the syringe several times. He sat the syringe down putting the cap back on it. I guess my face looked a little glazed. He slapped me hard on the cheek, which made me come alive. "I am going to do a little and you are going to do less. Just a small amount to start." "Relax and let me take you somewhere you have never been before." He said in a very calming manner. "Do you trust me" I replied of course I do Boss. My life belongs to you now. I trust you 100%. I watched intently as he placed the needle in his right arm at the vein in his inside elbow. He pushed in until there was only a small amount left. Then he pulled back on the syringe until a rush of red entered the barrel, then he pulled it out of his arm, and put the cap back on the syringe. He quickly removed the band and I watched the rush come over his face. I had never seen him smile that kind of smile. I had always wondered what the big deal about sharing needles was. Now I knew. I looked at that syringe with a pale red color and craved for it to be in my arm. His needle in my arm. I had taken his load of cum, his spit, and his piss. This was a natural next step to take his blood into me. This time it would not be digested. This fluid of his would remain in my bloodstream flowing throughout my body. That idea made my dick get really hard. Never had something not sexual made me so turned on. I knew these drugs were making me crave them more. Fuck Yeah. All this was going on in my head as I watched him be so high. I sat quiet and let his high take him where he wanted. Looking at him there I realized I had never been with anyone so handsome. so attractive and so masculine. I felt honored that he wanted me , exactly the way he did. I like being his property and meth pig and mouth hole. I just stared and watched for what seemed like a long time. When he came back, he opened his eyes and looked right at me. "Are you ready? Are you scared?" He was being genuinely concerned for just a moment. I said Yes Boss. Please I want to feel what you just did. The Dom retuned to his face. "You know my blood will be in you right?" "Does that scare you". Oh hell no Sir. I want your blood in me. "isn't What If there is something in my blood" Again I said I do not care, whatever is in your blood I want in mine. "You have become such a good pig. You say the right things, you acknowledge that I am superior to you, and you do whatever I tell you to. That is the kind of pig I want to own for a very long time." "Let's do this." He put the tourniquet around my left arm tightly but not too tight. He swabbed my vein with an alcohol wipe. I watched very closely and as he started to push the needle tip into my vein, he stopped. He put his face directly in mine. "You sure?" Then he spit a big wad of spit into my eye, it ran slowly down my face. He grinned and so did I. He liked that. I felt the needle go in, It felt good. It felt like destiny. Him having another way of controlling me. I watched as the pale red meth entered my body and disappeared. It felt a little hot. I felt VERY hot and turned on. He removed the needle recapped it and set it down. Holding my left hand he said "be ready for the ride of your life." He pulled off the band and kept my hand in his. All of a sudden I got even more warm and my mind went into what I can only describe as overdrive, I kept my eyes open I was afraid to close them that I might tumble into some abyss. Staring only at his face, all these memories of every encounter we had were coming at me like a movie reel. All the smoking meth, all the dirty pig sex. Even my interview with him I was so nervous because he was so hot. In this thought I wasn't nervous but confident. He stood up. but it looked like slow motion. He pushed me to floor on my knees. He placed my face into his shorts. The smell, that smell I remembered well was there but much stronger. I just breathed it in. I put my arms around his waist and placed my hands on his ass. His shorts were still on. He didnt make any sudden moves. He asked me "Do I liked being his meth pig." I couldn't really find my voice. He said "dont talk" so I just nodded, but I pushed my face into his crotch harder. "Ahh you do" "Now you are my slamming pig. do you like that?" This time I looked up at him straight in his eyes. I struggled but found the words to say Thank you Sir. Even in my high I will never forget that look of satisfaction on his face. He was very pleased with himself and I was loving every minute of this. No more words were spoken and I sat there on my knees with my face in his crotch for an eternity. My mind came around again and I was feeling like I was waking up. I noticed he had placed me back in my chair and I hadn't even noticed. He was there, looking at me. Smiling like the Cheshire cat. "Well how did you like that my faggot?" You opened up something in me that I never had felt, that I never knew. I fucking loved it. When can we do that again? I asked. "Not so fast new slam pig, I have other plans for tonight that you are going to love, and if you dont love it you will tell me you do, isn't that right homo?" I will love whatever you tell me to love, Sir. "Goddamn right faggot." To be continued...............
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  45. Of course I accepted the offer. I had always been a horny person, and the recent years my mind had really turned me into a perverted sleaz pig. I sent Michael an email, letting him know I was interested in being one of his cumdumps, getting whored out to tops. He suggested meeting at a café to discuss the terms and agreements of the session. I was a little unsure about talking about these things out in public, but he promised it would only make me hornier. We decided to meet a few days later we met at a small cafe, near his place. I put on some black jeans, and a black shirt. All black was a favourite of mine, not just on the club. I waited outside the cafe for Michael. The man from the pictures I had seen earlier didn't show up at time. In fact, he never showed up. Instead, a beautiful, hot man came up to me, introduced himself as Michael, "we've been in touch over email". I was confused. He didnt look like his pictures at all. On the pictures I had seen an average to ugly person, nothing for the eye really. At least not my type. But the man standing in front of me was amazing. He was a bit shorter than me, dark haired with a clean cut beard, and his muscular body couldn't be hidden, even behind his black pair of nicely fitted cargo pants, a military green sweatshirt and baseball cap. He also had white sneakers and a metal necklace. This man was definetely the Michael I had chatted with, but not the person I had received pictures of. The only right thing was the age, he was in his forties. "You see, I have had guys approching me and my business not because they are sluts but because they are into me. Then they pull out of the project as soon as they realise they will not get my cock. So I started some years ago to use fake pics to ensure the guys I spoke to were really into the project and not me. I am sorry for the dishonesty, but I just hate planning and inviting tops, only to have the bottom cowardsly never show up, because he wasnt the pig he pretended to be." "Well, its better with a surprise from average to hot, than the opposite..." i stuttered, shyly. It was pretty obvious I was into him too, not only his business. "Yeah, absolutely. Well, lets get inside and start the planning, sall we?" "Sure!" We went into the small cafe, and sat down, having a coffee each, at a table in the corner by the window. He went straight to the matter: "So, you're into this? Let me know why it turns you on..." "Well..." I was amazed by his confidence and the way he talked as if this was the most normal thing in the world... "Well, I have always been a person that likes to... have fun... with other ..." my voice was low and almost whispering. "Speak up, boy! Use the words you would use if we were alone, playing in my bedroom. Horny, fuck, cum, breed - no shame. Speak with a normal voice, and noone will care. And if they do - well their problem." He looked deep into my eyes, deadly serious. "I have always been a horny being. Love to get fucked." "and?... this is not your typical hookup, you know..." "Yeah, the last few years I have been more and more into sleaze and pigstuff. "Thats more like it!" he said with a horny grin on his face. Still maintaining eye contact with me. We continued chatting about my personal sex life, fantasies and desires for a little while. Then he pulled up a paper from his bag, and we started going through the process he had described to me in the email. He took notes of everything. At first he was open to my ideas and preferenes. I suggested going with the minimum time frame of three hours, and only 1on1s. I also suggested doing basic only, in regards of sex activities allowed, only anal-, oral-fuck and rimming. He nodded when I spoke, but his smile went smaller. When I had made all my suggestions he stared at me and said "You're joking right?" I didnt know what he meant. I wasnt joking, I was serious. "From what i know about you, this it way to little. It will not satisfy you at all. And my tops would expect much more from a boy like you." "Oh? I dont get it, it seems quite wild to me already, with these basic terms...??" "You have no idea of how this is working at all, do you... My top friends fuck hard, rough and verbal. They will absuse your like noone you can find yourself on Grindr, and will definetely not be happy with a good lucking wannabe-slut only taking cocks for three hours. The tops I wanna pair you with all have a minimum time of one hour. So in your world that will give you three loads. And thats not enough. Some of my tops require five loads inside before they show up. And what is this shit talk about only basic? Can you not take a DP? Never had a piss-tube down your throat? Well, maybe you're not my guy after all. I must have misjudged you by your appearance and your fantasies." I was shocked. The whole thing seemed suddenly much more serious. Michael started packing his things, and rose from his seat. Walking past me on his way out, he stopped. Looking down, and saying "Well, it looks like that speech only made you harder and hornier frim what I can see..." he nodded down to my cock. It was rock hard clearly pulsating inside my jeans. "Your cock clearly tells another story than all the bullshit you said earlier today. You're not a bottom, you are a slut, a whore. Just embrace it." I didnt know what to say. I really wanted to do this, but was fucking scared as well. "Last chance. If you come with me now, i will wreck your ass once and for all, and it will never want to take anything else than raw, rough and multiple cum filled cocks." A woman some tables away from us, looked shocked at us, and shaked her head... But I nodded, took my things and went with him. Ready to let him turn me into a slut.
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  46. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve had sex since Covid started. Being a total bottom who absolutely is addicted to p-spot orgasms, I’ve been getting my release with dildos and p-spot massagers a few times a week. It gets the job done but it feels very mechanical. I don’t do it every day since it feels better when my balls and prostate are full. It’s getting to the point where I might treat myself to an “industrial sized” fuck machine and pound my hole into oblivion for hours while playing some hot dirty top ASMR porn.
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  47. Getting your butt full and pregnant with my seed is very high on my life bucket list boy
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  48. PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…
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