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I've been wearing this same jock to the gym for the last 2 weeks (5x/week), including under my bikini while I tan (I love tan lines). Sometimes I go into my home dressing room during the work day to take a big whiff, and DAMN I smell good. Anyone else do that?

I wrote about this several years ago, here on BreedingZone. But, I'll do the cliff notes version here. About 10 years ago, I frequented a very small ABS in Honolulu. The arcade only had 5 booths with 2 glory holes. One day, I arrived there just after it opened at 10am. I was the only one in the store, except for the store clerk. He was an attractive black man in his early 50's. I went into the arcade and began to watch some films. I heard someone enter the arcade. I looked through the glory hole to see if I could see who was in the arcade. Through the hole and through the open door of the booth next to mine, I could see the clerk in the arcade hall, leaning against the wall, stroking his cock. He motioned for me to join him in the hallway. I left my booth and went to him, dropped to my knees and began to suck his cock. He stopped me and said, stay here. I'll lock the front door. He locked the door and then came back to the arcade. He pulled his pants and briefs down to his ankles and I again sucked him until I could taste his precum. Then he told me to drop my pants and bend over. I did it, he spit on my hole a few times and on his cock, while I sniffed my poppers. He slid up into me and fucked me hard and deep for several minutes before he filled my hole with his seed. I found that if I arrived at the store just as he was opening up, he'd always be able to come back into the arcade to fuck me. The store would start to get busy around noon. By then it was too late to have the privacy, so that he could fuck me. But, I got nearly a dozen of his loads in me before the store eventually closed down. There were also times he would give a customer he knew the "heads up" that I was back in the arcade and would let them breed me. 3 or 4 times I had guys come to the arcade and tell me the clerk told them I'd let them fuck me. I always appreciated it. It was a sad day when that store closed.

Part 1: Team Training If there’s one thing that conditioned my life-long fixation on guys in speedos, it’s the fact that I lost my virginity way back when on our water polo club team. Both Brent and Kyle had matured earlier than the rest of us. Both had man-sized muscles where the rest of us had slender sinewy builds. Both had mats of fur covering their chests and bellies – and that’s another thing that’s always turned me on. Both had firm round muscular butts, hefty balls, and cocks that were prominent even when they were soft. All of those attractions looked phenomenal when accented by tight red speedos with white side stripes on them. Those two guys gave me all kinds of hot jerk-off fantasy moments. One day, after practice, Coach wanted me to spend 10 extra minutes drilling on some of my skills. Coach Graham was another fantasy come to life, with his pumped-up physique, bulging basket, awesome muscular ass – and his chosen deck attire of too-small speedos and a skin-tight t-shirt. Just looking at him made my dick begin to swell, so I had to avert my eyes whenever I was anywhere near him. After I’d finished the extra drills, I headed for the showers while Coach locked up the pool behind me. As I opened the door that led to the shower room, I heard some loud, animalistic grunts and moans. I stopped dead, listened for a moment, and then heard Brent’s unmistakable deep, gruff voice: “You like my big rod all the way up inside your ass.” “Oh, yeah… give it to me… pound me harder.” Then came some loud slapping sounds. I peered cautiously around the corner. Kyle was bent over, leaning his hands against the wall, with his speedo down around his ankles, and Brent was pounding up against his ass. I’d never seen a sight like that before, although I’d sure dreamed about it, so I had no trouble deducing where Brent’s cock was buried. He was leaning over Kyle, biting at his neck as he slammed deep into the furry butt under him, over and over again. I could see Kyle’s big dick sticking right up in front of him, with juice dripping off the tip as Brent plowed into him. Of course, my dick was also standing right up towards my abs by this time, and I had pulled it out of my speedo and wrapped my hand around it. As the two guys in front of me fucked like animals I was pulling on my tool for all I was worth, feeling the pre-cum getting between my fingers, and knowing that before long I was going to blast off. But so were the two studs under the shower. Kyle let out a loud moan and cried, “Fuuuck!” A moment later his erect dick leaped up and down twice and then squirted a jet of cum that hit the wall above his head. That damn cock kept convulsing, over and over, firing bolts of cum against the wall. And I could tell Brent was feeling it. His strokes got ragged, he gave a loud roar, slammed all the way in and held it there as his cock pumped shot after shot of his hot juice into Kyle’s muscular, hairy ass. And that’s when I lost control and began shooting at the wall across from me, giving a cry of lust as I came. Brent and Kyle both looked around. “Shit!” That was Kyle’s comment. “Waste of a good load,” Brent added. Then Kyle again: “Pete, get over here and let me clean that mess for you.” I didn’t have to be asked twice. I crossed the room and let Kyle chow down on my throbbing tool. Brent resumed his pumping action, churning his hot load to foam inside Kyle’s hole. We only calmed down after we’d all shot a second load. And that’s how it started. It was my first experience of man-to-man sex, but I knew right away that I would never make it with a girl. I’d found my place. After our next practice, those two furry studs began teaching me how to suck cock, and how to slowly work my rock-hard dick into a guy’s ass. Kyle’s hole was tight and warm and wet, and it felt incredible the first time I sank my 8-inch dick all the way into him. I’d never felt anything as incredible as Kyle’s man-pussy gripping me, and I shot on about the fourth stroke into his firm round ass. But I didn’t even lose my hard-on after cumming, and I gave him two more hot loads that afternoon. Over the next couple of years, we all developed our skills – in the pool and out of it. Coach Graham really knew his sport backwards, and he worked us at high intensity, training us and our club-mates into a team that could hold its own with the best among the other clubs. After practice, we kept up with our other training too. Brent and I spit-roasted Kyle frequently. We enjoyed trading places and giving Kyle our seed at both ends. Or I’d get down on the floor under Kyle and suck on his uncut dick while Brent rammed him, reaching up and playing with Brent’s big bull balls as I sucked Kyle’s load and swallowed it. That was in the showers at the pool. And we kept right on doing it after we went off to college, where all three of us got spots on the college team. But then there was the Friday night when I ran into Kyle at the campus pub, when we were both on our second beers of the evening. It was a pretty dead Friday night, hardly any of our friends were there, and I was getting bored. Kyle could see that, and suggested we head for his apartment since his roommates were away for the weekend. We cracked two more beers when we got there, but those brews never got more than a taste before we were all over each other. We’d never done any kissing when we fucked at the pool, but I quickly found out that Kyle loved kissing – and after a minute or so I could understand exactly why. We sat on his couch and made out for about 20 ecstatic minutes before he stood up and led me into the bedroom. We undressed each other, and I found that Kyle was wearing a black speedo a couple of sizes too small under his clothes – and the pouch off that suit was soaking wet. He gave me a wicked grin, and said, “It keeps me under control and holds my dick in place when I’m out in public and see a hot guy.” His big hard dick was pressed up against his belly but couldn’t stick out. I undid the strings and slid that tight swimsuit off his hips. We fell onto the bed, stroking each other’s naked bodies as we kept making out. I had my hand on his dick and started sliding it up and down. Kyle went down on me, sucking my throbbing cock deep into his throat. Then he started working his way around my tool in a half-circle until his big boner was staring me right in the face. I opened my mouth and took him in, relishing the incredible sensations of feeling a hot mouth on my cock which was matching my every move on his. It was my first 69, and it was great – especially the feeling of a hot dick convulsing and spewing its load into my throat at the exact moment mine was firing off into Kyle’s hot sucking mouth. But then, that one load wasn’t enough to satisfy either of us. Before long, Kyle had my boner buried to the hilt inside his talented fuckhole and was teaching me some positions we hadn’t tried in the pool showers. That night, within the course of two more loads, Kyle had ridden my dick while I lay on my back, both forwards and reverse, and he’d taken me from behind as my little spoon. That position made me spew my load deep inside him, and that was when he told me he wanted me to lick his ass and suck my cum back out of him. At first, I thought that sounded weird, but he soon persuaded me. In a few moments I had my face buried right inside his crack, my tongue lashing over his hole, and then digging right into him and slurping my hot jizz out of his butt. “Don’t swallow it, Pete! Come here and swap it with me!” So we did that, passing my cum back and forth between us, and then I licked his jizz up off his abs and added it to the mix as we kissed. The best of all came after I’d eaten his ass. Once I got hard again (takes no time at all when you’re young and horny), that’s when he lay back, pulled his legs up to his shoulders, and taught me how we could fuck and make out at the same time. Lying down right on top of his furry body, belly to belly, chest to chest, while I pumped my painfully-hard cock in and out of his muscular ass was an unbelievable turn-on. We were kissing frantically, tongues swirling between our mouths, as I fucked him deeply and the moment when we came together – well, it may have been my third load of the night, but it was the wildest orgasm I’d ever had in my life. We fell asleep cuddled together. In the morning, I woke up to the unmistakable sensation of a tight ass riding up and down on my cock, as Kyle’s gifted muscles drew yet another load out of my rock-hard morning wood. That wild night repeated itself several times during the rest of the spring semester. Each time, I went around all day Saturday and Sunday with my dick and balls aching from working double overtime like that – and I’ll bet Kyle’s ass didn’t feel a bit better. Meanwhile, Brent kept begging off from joining us – he was up to his eyebrows in work with his pre-med courses. Or so he said.

Sniffing on a warm just removed used jock or underpants whilst being fucked is way better than a bottle of poppers for me.

Used to have a profile at a forum called Jockstrap Locker Room. One thing in particular I liked about that forum was the ability to buy or swap used, seeded and scented jocks with other men. Damn, I got some of my best jocks from those horny swaps in there 😈

If you are going to wear a jock either as regular underwear or at the gym they must never see the inside of a washing machine. They should absorb all the musk, sex smell, sweat, piss and cum stains that come out of a man's body. I've got several jocks that I wear on an occasional basis that I have had for years and have never been washed. I keep them in bags to make sure the stink doesn't escape. I used to belong to Jockstrap Locker Room too and I met a local guy with whom I used to swap jocks, wear them for a few months and then send them back. It was so fuckin hot having another man's stink mixing with mine.

Not much better than a jock that's holding onto the smell of a man. It's fucking perfect.

When the Boyfriend Won't Do It Monday morning I woke up with Gabriel looking at me. "I hope Antoine wasn't too much of a bother last week. I was surprised he wasn't trying to hookup the whole time he was here. He used to be horny every second he was awake" he said. "He did say he really missed seeing you, so maybe he put it aside so he could spend time with you. I did see him on his phone a lot, but you know how it is if you can't host..." I replied. Gabriel nodded and I added "Antoine didn't miss out completely... I found out he's a good cocksucker" and grinned back at him. Gabriel chuckled and shook his head. "Next time, try his ass. He's an even better bottom. I kinda hoped that you'd fuck him while I was at work, but if it didn't happen..." he said. I just replied by rolling on top of him, raising his legs and plowing my morning wood into his ass. It was a quick fuck since I had an early morning call, but he got the load I wanted to give Antoine the day before. As I laid on top of him after sex, letting my heart slow back down, he said "I doubt he's still neg the way he fucked around unless he's a shitload luckier than I was." I chuckled to myself but wasn't going to say any more. I hadn't heard anything from Chase the past week and figured that he was busy dealing with his roommates or out looking for the next guy to charge up. Things got a little busy at work with phone calls, conference calls and the endless emails. I was able to talk to Marc for the first time since he got sick. "That was the worst flu I have ever had. Both of us were sick, but I think Sebastian got the worst of it. The doctors tested and it wasn't covid, which surprised me since people were coughing all the time at the airports and on the planes. Whatever it was, we caught it" he said. I bit my tongue and didn't tell him what to test for, figuring he would eventually find out as his other sex partners would come down with the same flu. Since it was a work call, we quickly dropped the talk of his fight with the bug and were off trying to get synced back up with our work project. Monday night Gabriel and I stayed in, curling up on the couch and watching a movie. We ended up in bed right after and had a hard fuck before we passed out, still covered in sweat and cum. Tuesday I got a text from Chase that he'd taken both Tyler and Z to the clinic to get tested. He was scared at the outcome but he knew they needed to know. I woke up Thursday morning, dragging even worse than I had the past week. The night sweats were back, which seemed to happen every couple months since I ran out of meds, but usually were gone a few days later and this had lasted for several days already. I hoped that by the weekend I'd be back to normal. Even so, I was horny. That part was pretty normal. Except for the week I spent in the hospital after I broke my leg on my one and only dirt bike experience, every day after puberty I was horny. By the time I got home, I needed to find someone to drop a load into. The sites didn't seem to have anyone other than guys reading profiles. Over on the apps, it wasn't much better. I spotted one guy but he disappeared. He popped back in and I read his profile again, but more thoroughly. Most of his attributes looked good, he was a shorter otter, kind of skinny but with an inviting ass. While he was a few years older than me, I never considered that a problem. In some ways, he reminded me of an older version of Chase. And then he was gone. I cycled around and got a few nibbles but it seemed most guys were just looking at pics. My balls were getting restless and I was afraid I was going to end up watching porn and jacking off. My attention was now on a new site and I'd just finished writing the same profile I had on countless other places when I got a ding from an app. It was the otter and I took another look at his profile before reading the message. Versatile, neg and didn't care about status clicked all of my quickly diminishing standards. "hey like ur profile u lookin or just beatin off 2 pics?" he asked. "LOL, I think I'm the only guy wanting to hookup on any app. hbu?" I replied. "U found 1 more u only top? flip?" was his first question. "Top & bare only. Never pull out so ur goin 2 get bred if we fuck" I sent back, hoping to cut some of the banter out. "wow no bs from u lol I like that u undet? into long or quick?" he continued. "No meds 4 over a year. balls full n really just wanna quick fuck" I replied. "damn u must b really toxic never takin a hot load since bf is undet" the otter said. "BF? open or cheating? feels the same until the bug gets u" I responded. I really didn't care, but I always found a cheating guy much hotter. "kinda cheating he wouldn't go off meds to poz me so im lookin elsewhere" came his answer a few minutes later. "1 fuck prob wont do it but u sure?" I asked. "yah maybe ill get lucky" he replied. He was several blocks away but I didn't have anything better to do and I really did need to dump my seed in someone and his ass was way better than my hand. He met me outside the building and I followed him up. It was a nice apartment but not overly decorated. There were lots of pictures around and almost all were of the same two guys. His boyfriend was a cute cubby guy, almost twice his size but just a few inches taller. The boyfriend had a full, bushy beard to the otter's perennial scruff, but you could tell both were damn hairy under whatever clothes they had on. "Uh... let's fuck here. I don't want him to smell another guy on our bed" he said, looking around. I chuckled, remembering I had the same thought with Antoine. He pushed the table away from the couch and started to strip. I took that as my cue and did the same. Some guys that cheat treat their hookups like their partners and others have strict limits on how intimate they want to be. The otter fell into the latter camp and just wanted to suck and get fucked. He was on his knees on the floor, next to the couch as soon as he was naked. I stood in front of him, my cock getting harder by the second. The otter looked up at me and I loved the conflicted look in his eyes. It was part desire and part fear. I wasn't sure if the fear was from the possibility of him getting pozzed or caught cheating. "First toxic load?" I asked. He nodded yes. "Ever cheat on your boyfriend?" I then asked. "First time with this one..." he said, dropping his head. "Nothin to be ashamed about. You're just getting something your boyfriend won't give you. It can bring you together or drive you apart" I said, holding my cock to his lips. "You wanna stop?" I asked. "Uh... no. I need this" he replied, opening his mouth and taking the first few inches of my cock in. Once his tongue started to swirl around my dick, most of his uncertainty disappeared. After the second minute, he got more and more into sucking my dick and my dick responded. Soon it was fully rigid and I wrapped my hand around the back of his head, pressing just a little bit to push the tip into his throat. The first few times he gagged a little but then I heard him breathe deep and the next time I slid in. A few more times and my balls were on his chin. He lasted a couple seconds before sliding back, gasped for air and then went for another try. This time, I felt his nose press into my pubes and his throat grip my cock. A few seconds later, he let go of my cock and slowly pulled back, an audible "pop" sounding as the end of my cock pulled free of his lips. The otter looked up, wordlessly asking if I was satisfied. "Mmm, good. All the lube you need. Now turn around" I said coldly. He turned and faced the front door as I knelt down behind him. He moaned lightly as I guided my cock between the two hairy mounds and up against his hole. My right arm wrapped around his neck and I brought his back to my chest. I could feel him pant and I tightened my grip a little more. "Whatcha want?" I whispered in his ear "Fuck me" he said, nervously. "And? I whispered back. There was a few second pause and then "Breed me... Poz me up" he said a moment before I firmly pushed my cock into his hole. It felt a little slick but he was looser than I expected. Some guys I have hooked up with have used large toys to open themselves up if they knew they were going to get fucked with a thick cock and I wondered if he'd done that and the remaining lube is what made him slick. "Damn, I figured you'd be tighter" I said into his ear as I bottomed out. I easily pulled halfway out and thrust in, plowing through his inner ring. He whimpered while I started to fuck his hole. "Danny likes to fist me" he replied in between deep breaths. A half dozen thrusts later and he squeezed down on my cock, sending a shiver up my spine. I held my cock in him and he let go of his grip a moment and then clamped down again. "Greedy fucker, aren't you" I hissed in his ear before letting go of his neck and pushing him on to all fours. Quickly, I pulled my left leg up and set my foot flat on the floor. Leaning forward, I placed my hand between his shoulders and resumed my thrusts. Steadily, I built up speed until I was bouncing off his ass. Each time he grunted, followed by a short moan and then it started over again with the next thrust and grunt. About ten minutes after I had pushed him over, he began working his ass again. First, he gave a quick grip to see how I responded. It felt good, so I didn't say anything. Several seconds later, he did it again and I chuckled softly, but apparently he heard it and assumed he could work his ass around my cock now. With repeated tightening of his hole it drove me closer to orgasm. My thrusts slowed down, but stayed pretty hard. My growls joined his grunts and the slapping of skin. My hands moved to his shoulders and I used the leverage to give a couple last thrusts before my cock erupted. Ropes of my charged seed pumped into his battered chute. As the shots faded, so did my growls only to be replaced by gasps as I struggled to breathe. "Oh fuck yeah, you bred me good" he said in a raspy voice. Seconds later I heard a new voice yell out "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Looking up I saw a cub standing there, just inside the door. He looked like the guy in the pictures around the room, but his hair and beard was redder than those. Maybe it was the underlying skin showing through. I thought it was pretty obvious what we were doing but I wasn't sure who he was talking to - me, the otter or both. This wasn't the first time I'd been walked in on by a surprised, angry boyfriend. "Pull out, grab your shit and get the fuck out of here" he continued, coldly staring at me. I gingerly moved back, pulling my cum covered cock free of the otter's hole. Reaching over, I grabbed my trunks and sweats and put them on, watching the cub to make sure he didn't make any sudden moves. Quickly I tugged my tee over my head and slipped my sandals back on. I realized these were a poor shoe choice if I needed to run. I walked around the couch and over toward the door. Passing the cub, I whispered "he's a good fuck, but I guess you knew that." Speeding my pace up, I made it the couple steps to the door and was out in a flash, taking the stairs down instead of waiting for an elevator. As I made my way back home, I kinda wished I could have watched what happened next. Was the cub going to fuck or fist my load in deeper or was there going to be a long awkward discussion. If I was lucky, the otter would tell me next time he was on. I got a slow start to work on Friday morning, my body ached and even two cups of coffee didn't have me back to normal. I'd left Gabriel in bed and hoped the damp sheets were just from me, but he felt warmer than normal and didn't look very rested. Just after two in the afternoon, I got a text from Chase. "T & Z both poz vl less than me tho no idea why Z is poz too u fuck him?" he sent. I replied "as i said, y'all will be fine. share if u want ;)" I'm sure that if he thought about it a bit, he'd realize who was responsible for tagging Z. While I enjoyed fucking him, I'm sure the deed was done before I got my dick in him. A half hour later I got a message from Dragonboy asking "got any more hot neg guys 4 us? the last one was fun he wants 2 get his 1st."

Please ignore any random spelling errors or odd punctuation my iPad key bored is horrible haha. Everyone remembers the first time they stepp out and play with someone else.... I was a married 28 year old living in a new city. My husband had been relocated by his employer and his new job had him traveling three times a month to different parts of the country. Life was great for us. We had been married for six years, his job provided us with plenty of perks, and we were happily monogamous. Seattle was everything we had heard, amazing food, great views, and plenty of eye candy. The only downfall of his new job was he never had time to go out, so our friend pool was super shallow. Each time he went out of town I found myself stuck at home and bored out of my mind. I had yet to find a new job, so my days at home consisted of me watching Netflix, binging on porn, and eating whatever I wanted. We weren’t gym god gays at all. The husband was a typical midwestern guy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a towering height of six foot 3. He weighed a little over 260 lbs, and was the definition of a bear. I on the other hand was a 5 foot 7 furry brown haired cub. Not really fat, but a nice mixture of husky, and the remains of muscles from my teenage years playing football in high school. Our sex life was the standard married sex life. We fucked twice a week and always in the same position. Even though my husband was a big bear, he was the biggest bottom ever. He rarely fucked me and when he did he was never able to cum in my ass like I craved. In the six years of our marriage, he was only able to breed me once and that took me riding him while he did nothing. Super exciting right? We had been in Seattle for a little over a month, and we hadn’t had sex since we moved. Jack was busy working almost everyday, and he didn’t get home until well after 7 pm. Each night I would greet him with a glass of wine and dinner in hopes he would be in the mood. Each night it was the same answer. “I’m so tired, lets have sex tomorrow morning.” Each morning passed and here I was sexless and frustrated. Each passing day allowed my mind to wander more and more. I was starting to notice more guys when ever I went out, and I caught myself going grocery shopping at stores in the gay district. II never planned to do anything outside of the house, but as we all know, our dicks will lead us to doing crazy things. Jack had just left for a two week trip to Boston, and I finally had it. A little flirting on an app wouldn’t be considered cheating right? We had downloaded scruff when we moved in hopes that it would gain us some friends to explore town with. Jack did not know however that I had also downloaded Growlr, and set up a profile with just some body shots. I had used this a few times to dirty chat with guys, trade pictures, and jack off when he wasn’t home. It’s was an absolute rush to chat with someone who didn’t know me and see what they would do to me. I always focused on guys that were from out of town in hopes that they would never see me in real life. I knew jack would kill me if we ran into a guy on the street that I had sexed with. Jack had been gone for five days, and my diick was constantly hard. No matter how many times I jacked off I was still horny as fuck. It was 8 pm on a a Friday night when I jumped in the shower. I knew I was going to have some fun with some of our toys and I wanted to be nice and clean. I had logged on to growler and woofed a few guys before showering. As a scrubbed down my body fur I heard the familiar noise of an incoming message. The noise caused my dick to rise instantly. By the end of my shower I was clean and ready to have night in with me, my poppers, and a 10 inch dildo named Stan. II dried off, grabbed my phone and went to lay down on my bed. Not only had I received a message, the guy had unlocked his pics, and sent me a few more. We exchanged the normal, hey....what’s up....horny? Conversation. He told me his name,that was in town on business, and asked if I ever played with married guys on the DL. When I read this I started to leak precum. I told him that I was also married and that my husband was out of town and that we were also monogamous. The conversation kept going normallly until he asked me if I got off on cheating. This wa something I had never really thought about, but as I laid there stroking my dick I realized that I was really getting into the idea of it. “It’s somthing I hadn’t really ever thought of. We have been monogamous our entire relationship” ”Same. Well he thinks we have been. I started playing around when I traveled a few months ago and the rush of a new dick is insane.” ”Oh really? Don’t you feel guilty?” ”I did at first. But then when I bred the second guy I played with that all went out the door!” When I read the word bred, I felt an orgasm building. But instead of shooting I stopped jacking off and took a deep breath. I thought to myself that maybe I should just delete the app and go to bed. I wasn’t about to go cheat on my man and take a strangers load. II slowly typed a message back with shaking fingers. “Oh wow. Don’t you worry about catching something? “ ”Nah...as a top its rare to get an STD that isn’t treatable with something, and I only fuck neg guys.” ”I guess that makes sense.” Our conversation continued, and we kept sending pics back and forth. Paul was totally my type. He was a ginger bear in his early 40s with a ton of body hair and a thick uncut cock. It was when he started to send pictures of him breeding a guy that I felt the start of an orgasm coming on. I stopped jacking off and we continued to chat. “So Chris, doo you think I could get a face picture?” ”Uh....I don’t really send those since my man doesn’t know I have this app.” ”Oh, cmon, I’m not from here, im a cheater myself and I wouldn’t show anyone. Be a good son and show daddy a face pic.” That was it. He had found my weak spot calling me son. Without realizing what I was doing, I held my phone above me and took a picture that showed my fave and my furry body. The moment I hit send I felt a twinge in my stomach. What was I doing? I took another deep breath and heard a message alert tone. ”Damn son...you are one cute fucking cub. I love the beard and those eyes just suck you in. Dont you wanna be a goood boy and come ride daddy’s cock? I mean, it says were only .2 miles from each other. So my airbnb must be pretty close.” Damn, the guy was super close and was now calling me son. I could feel my dick starting to take over my mind. Would meeting the guy really be that bad? I mean, maybe I could have him over for a glass of wine? ”Oh you’re a bad daddy! Trying to get me to cheat.” ”Son, I think you’ve already made the decision. You sent me a face in after all.” He was right. The fact I had sent him a face pic and called him daddy had told him that I wanted his dick inside of me. My ass twitch at the thought of taking his thick uncut cock raw. ”Son, wouldn’t it be hot to be bred in the bed you share with your man? Wouldn’t it be sexy to take your daddy’s load while you bite his pillow? Trust me, a night of me fucking you and you’ll never forget me...ever.” ”That does sound hot...I haven’t ever thought that cheating on my husband would ever be something I would do....” ”See son, your already becoming ok with the idea of taking my dick bareback and letting me give you what you’ve always wanted a needed.” ”Would you be ok with coming here and having some wine and just seeing what happens? I mean, if we just jack off next to each other that’s just as fun right?” “Sure son, I love a good wine, and I love looking at a cub jacking off. When can I come over? I froze before I wrote the next message. Was I really about to invite a guy over and possibly have sex with him? I slowly typed my next messsage and took a minute before I hit send. “you can com over now. I just showered and have a few bottles of red already out. Here’s my address.” ”Looks likewise only a five minute walk son. I’m on my way.” When he sent this my dick hardened to the point of it hurting. I had just invited over a guy that wanted to pump a load into me. I quickly ran downstairs and opened a bottle of wine and chugged down half of it. I knew I needed liquid courage too do what I was about to do. Before I knew it I heard a knock at the door. As I went to answer it I realized that I was naked, great I thought to myself. What a way to answer the door. Paul stood at the door wearing gym shorts and a sweatshirt. I could see he didn’t have a shirt on under it and I guessed he was camando as well. “Wow son, what a way to greet your daddy!” I went to cover my junk and I blushed. ”YEah...I was jacking off in bed when you messaged me. I can throw on some underwear if you like.” ”Up to you. Though I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a jock if you have one. “ He smacked my ass as he entered the door. “Wow. What a nice place you have!” I heard him call as I ran upstairs for a jock. ”Yeah, we just moved here a few months ago” I called back down as I grabbed a jock and slid it on. “The husband works for a big company and they offered to give us a package that included money to move into a place. “ By the time I finished saying this I was back downstairs. ”Oh woof son, that jock looks great on you! You might be one of the harriest cubs Ive ever seen!” I could see him looking me up and down. I could also also see his dick rising in his gym shorts. “Why thanks Paul...erm, daddy” This sentence sealed the deal. I knew that by the end of the night I was going to have a naked man in my house that wasn’t my husband. “Would you like a glass of wine?” I asked as I poured myself some. I could feel the wine I chugged earlier taking over my mind and lowering my inhabiitions. ”Yes please! I had a long day of travel and a glass or four sounds great!” He said this while walking into the kichen. He ended up behind me and slowly moved his arms around me. I could feel his dick rubbing my ass I knew that by the end of the night we would be doing more then just jacking off. He slowly rubbed he hands on my furry stomach and down to my bulging pouch. “Wow son, someone is excited to see daddy!” I could feel his hands all over me. With each pass I grew hornier and hornier. I threw back my glass of wine, and slowly ground my ass into his dick. “It also looks like you want daddy’s dick up that furry ass.” He said this in a growling low voice right behind my ear. I could feel every breath of his on my neck. He grabbed two bottles of wine from the counter and asked me to lead him to our bedroom. My mind was racing as we walked upstairs. I was leading a man to our bedroom, and I knew I was about to do something irreversible. The moment we got into the rooom he tossed back the remaining wine from one bottle and sat them both down on the nightstand. He them looked at me directly in the eyes and I just melted. He slowly walked to me, grabbed my face and started to kiss me. The moment his tongue entered my mouth he had me. Jack was not a fan of kissing and I loved it. I felt Paul wrap his thick arms around me as we fell onto the bed. “Is this the bed you share with your husband son?” He asked me as he laid on top of me. His weight felt perfect on me and I could feel wet spots on both of us. “ Is this the bed daddy’s gonna breed you in? Your husband isn’t here to tell you to stop. But don’t worry, daddy is a better top that he is and ill fuck you better then he ever has.” We continued to kiss and grind against each other. “Yes daddy, this is our bed.” I said in a muffled tone. His mouth continued to kiss me. I felt one of his hands move down to his shorts and in one motion he ripped them off. His cock came out and popped down on my stomach. II could feel the head of his dick ooozing precum. He scooped it up and slowly moved it towards my ass. “Might as well get you lubed up a little son. Natures lube is the best for daddy to breed his son with. “ I felt his fingers part my cheaks and rub his precum on my hairy hole. “Mmmmm. Son I can feel your hole twitch” as he said this he leaked more and more precum until my stomach was soaked. For ten minutes he worked more and more of it into my ass until he was able to successfully get three fingers up me. By this time my hole was open and sloppy with his juice. I groaned and said, “Daddy that feels so good. You’re precum inside of me makes me feel so slutty.” ”You are a slut son. You’re letting daddy work his pre into you on the bed you share with your man. You’re a cheater just like your dad. “ As he said this her worked one more finger up me and he began to massage my prostrate. With each rub I moaned and moaned. He could tell that I was a bottom in need of a real man. I felt him move and he passed me the bottle of poppers from the nightstand. “ Here son take a few hits. Daddy wants to see you piggy out when I start to rub my dick.” I took the poppers, opened them up and inhaled the fumes. between the wine and the poppers I was in heaven. Daddy looked at me and chuckled, “now there’s the little piggy cub I knew you were. Your eyes look soo fucked up. Ready for my cock son?” The poppers had hit me. “Yeah daddy, give me that raw dick. Fuck a load into me. Fuck me better then my husband could ever do!” I screamed these. Words out as Paul rubbed his cock on my hole. I could feel my ring release as he slowly slid in. He was so thick that I had to take one more hit. Thankfully he had worked my hole with his precum before his assault. Inch by inch he entered me. I was feeling feelings that I hadn’t felt in years. It felt like minutes had passed when he was balls deep in me. Here I was, a married man, with a bear inside me raw....and he wasn’t my husband Daddy slowly rocked back and forth. With each rock he looked at me, “Take a few more hits son. Let your inner dick pig come out. Show daddy how much you want his gift. Show daddy that you want him to change you forever!” I took three more hits and let them roll over me. As they hit I moaned out, “Daddy fuck me. Breed me. Give me your seed!” My mind was gone. I was no longer the good husband. I was a bottom pig begging for my dads cum. “That’s it boy. Keep taking those hit. Beg me for my gift, beg me for my cum” I could see sweat dripping down his face and onto me. He looked me in the eyes as he lowered himself. As he continued to breed me, he kissed my neck and then slowly moved up to my ear. Withe a gentle bit he asked me a question, “does my son know his daddy is a gifter?” I froze. I had read things about gifters and what that meant. “Take another hit son, let daddy give you the gift that you known you’ve wanted. Once you get my gift you’ll be able to have sex with anyone.” He kissed me again and grabbed the poppers. Instead of having me huff them he soaked his gym shorts with them and held them to my face. I could smell the poppers and his sweat, I could smell the man who was fucking me, and I could smell my ultimate demise. With each smell my ass lossened more, and daddy fucked me harder and harder. I could’ve stopped him, but I wanted his load. “That’s it son. Let daddy breed you and change you forever. I can feel your ass wanting it. “ We were both sweating and I was in a popper high. Minutes of fucking went by when I saw him close his eyes and tense up. I could also feel his dick harden and I knew what was about to happen. “Son! You’re getting it. Your getting it! What a good boy! Take my poz cum!” As I felt him cum in me I grabbed his ass and pulled him in as deep as he could he go. The deed was done and with a few more thrusts I shot my load all over us. our room smelled like sweat and cum and I didn’t care. Daddy pulled out of me and fell to the bed next to me. Laying on my husbands pillow I looked down at his dick and saw a mixture of cum, spots of blood, and ass juice. He saw me looking and said, “Looks like your gonna be just like daddy after all. I always knew you’d take after my side of the family,” With that he rolled over, grabbed me and we drifted off to sleep. 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Rob's cock fucked me at a steady pace, not pulling too far out before ramming his hips into my ass. My head was pulled back into the sling from behind by William, a poppered up cloth covered my lower face, a blindfold covered my eyes. The poppers did their job, loosing my ass and my inhibitions. Rob slowly stroked my cock and every once in a while would grab my balls, using them to bring the sling into him. Rob pulled out and they traded places. The poppered rag was removed and Rob's balls were placed on my face near my mouth, they smelled of a long days work, but not too fowl. William had no problem entering my ass, his cock was about the same, but his boney hips hit my ass and thighs rather than Rob's large stomach. Part of me enjoyed the fact a large dirty man was using me for his pleasure. Suddenly there was a sound of someone entering the house and Rob placed the towel over my face as he went to meet who ever it was. William didn't skip a thrust, both him and Rob were good at keeping a steady pace, it allowed me to focus and build up the feeling from inside me, keeping me hard which was rare while being fucked. Rob came back into the room and William seemed excited to see who it was, but never stopped fucking me. "Rumor had it you had picked up a car tonight. What's the story?" The man said. "Broken windscreen, was under the overpass," Rob said. "He's one of Mikey's!" William said, and added a bigger thrust or two. "Mikey... Mikey?" the man said. "The San Fran exec you picked up Pete," Rob said. "Oh that asshole... literally." Pete said, and they all laughed. I heard the sound of a belt and pants being undone. There was a large thud on the ground and Williams cock exited my ass. I was immediately entered by I'm assuming Pete's cock, it was new, and went in without new lube. The blindfold was ripped off my face, the strap behind my head yanking hair out. I gasped into the rag, as my hair was pulled bringing my face to look at a Sherriff's deputy. "This was found on the side of the road by a clean up crew today, is it your Prep?" Pete brought an allergy pill bottle to my face. I gulped, and then nodded. "Thought so, deputy watching the prisoners didn't catch your plate, but caught make and model. Do you know the fine for littering son?" He asked, the entire time fucking my burning hole. I shook my head no. "We get so much of it up here from you city fucks that it's $3400. You got $3400?" I again, shook my head no to his question. "That's usually the case, but luckily for you, Rob got a hold of you first, you won't see a judge, but you'll definitely be meeting the squad." He laughed. "How many loads have your guys dropped?" He turned to ask holding his cock deep inside me. "We haven't yet, and now that we know he was Prep'd you might want to bring the rookies by for a go before we convert his ass." Rob said. Pete tossed the container to William and pulled out of my ass. "Good idea, I'd say strap in kid, but they've got you covered. It's going to be a long week." "We got him a week?" Rob said. "Rick's got Covid you didn't hear? Shops closed until he can come back" "Looks like we got'im a week then." Rob said and caught the pill bottle that was tossed his way. William came over and started exploring my ass with lube covered fingers from both hands, inspecting, and working my hole. "Looked like drinks are in order" Rob said, and left the room to grab them.

Well i just wait for now, for his move. I am intrigued though by his interest. I don't think there is much going on apart from the movies.. every other day we come in contact with covid cases and our noses are fucked up from the constant PCR testing. So mostly dinner and movies. I dont know what he will do. I hope we fall asleep together this time 😄 I agree wth you. it feels so nice. Like, I love my job but sometimes I'm stressed for silly things. And now I'm like oh wow nothing stresses me I feel so good. I dont know what will happen with us. Only time will tell. But I had a time that i didnt have a boyfriend or time to have one and I just feel "alive" and a zombie

? According to my calendar, it’s Thursday, at least in this part of the world? But hey, I have always found Thursday nights to be the most productive night of the week when I host, easily. I plan my outings around Thursdays. As to what I think about... Just before he walks in the door the thought usually goes though my head: He’s coming. He’ll be here any second and when he comes in he’s going to fuck me. He’s going to touch my cunt and put himself inside me and use me for his own pleasure. He’s going to breed me, and there’s nothing I can do to prevent it now because he’s practically here. And then he comes in, and does all of that. But while he’s doing it, my thoughts actually become quite technical: Is this the best angle for my hips for him? Maybe a slight tilt upward will give better friction How is he responding to the sound I’m making? Is this guy one who gets off on grunting or whimpering? Does he want to compete, conquer, or breed? (I could end up in any state by the time he’s done with me, but it helps to get an idea of what flips his switch) Is he getting close? Check his hip action - is it time to start rhythmic contractions to help enhance his orgasm? Or is he enjoying the free play of a loose cunt to much to risk it? And, on very, very rare occasions, when the Top is such a masterful fucksmith that he overwhelms me, I allow myself not to analyze at all and just absorb the sensation: ohhhhhhh myyyyyyy ffuuuuucckkkkinggg cuuuunnnnntttt- — Please. Please. Don’t. Ever. Stop. I. Beg. You. To. Fuck. Me. Like. This. Just. Like. This. Forever.

Chatting on Grindr today with a guy who's become a pretty regular top. His cock is long - about 7" - but slender with a slight upward curve. He's come the closest to making me cum while getting fucked by the way he hits my prostate with every thrust. Plus he likes to use a few of his toys in my cum-filled hole, and he's been working on stretching me out to take his fist. In the middle of chatting with him one of my other regulars hit me up on Sniffies. He was free today and wanted to dump a 7-day load. Three guesses where my mind went. }:-) I cleaned out and an hour later, I was sucking on Sniffies Guy's thick meaty cock in my storage room while Grindr Guy pounded me from behind. The setting made for the perfectly sordid scene as I slutted out for these two gorgeous cocks. Grindr Guy picked up the pace, grabbed my hips, and as I clenched my hole I felt him pumping his load into me. Once he withdrew, he and Sniffies Guy switched places so I could clean off his cock with my mouth. Sniffies Guy wasted no time and didn't even pause, just rammed into my hole to continue the pounding I had been getting from Grindr Guy. Before too long Sniffies Guy also picked up his pace, and once again I felt him pumping his load - 7 days' worth - deep in my guts. As he pulled out I spun around to clean him off with my mouth. This time I could taste his cum as well as Grindr Guy's and my ass. Deee-lish! The two of them dressed and left together. They were chatting and laughing and comparing notes. I really hope this becomes a regular thing!

I have been enjoying taking huge guys since i started. My 3rd partner ever was a 9 inch thick guy who told me when he found out he was #3, that i was a natural bottom. I have taken piles of super hung guys both on film and off. If you are tight and wanting to get more stretched out, i suggest regular toy play and inflatable dildos/butt plugs. While I have taken big cocks from every race, I have found black an hispanic guys really cut loose and fuck like animals in heat, which I love, far moreso than guys in other races tend to. For a high use power bottom like me, it is pure pleasure, plus they enjoy plowin a guy who can take their size, long use and powerful strokes.

About damn time!!! Can't wait til the sex parties in Atlanta start again.

I always think about how great sex feels and how much i am enjoying the use i am getting. The longer the top(s) last, the better it is. I don't have to "wish my bf was whore like you" because he is sexually promiscuous as well, though not as much me. I have had other guys tell me while fucking, fisting, milking me they wish their bf, gf/ wife, etc. was as much of a slut as I am.

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It depends if he's hitting it right my brain will shut down and leave me as meat to be pounded. If I'm not into it or him then my mind starts to wander "Is he done yet? Mmm if he cums soon I could possibly go to the video store and try again. "

When it is great sex I am so happy there is nothing in my brain except pleasure and gratitude. I feel so grateful that a man is sharing his body with me. It’s all I need at that moment. If it’s boring or mediocre then I just want his load. I want him to breed me and get the fuck out of the way so the next guy can have a go. “Next” is all I am thinking about.

I think this hole feels so silky smooth. This ass feels so moist and warm. And as I cum inside I think I’m going shove deeper inside so my cum goes deep! It feels so fucking good.

An ABS clerk was the first guy I sucked and also to first to fuck me while I watched my first ever gay porn video. Went back many times 😉

In OKC I am the only patron I know that doesn’t get run out of the booths for loitering. I’m always dressed slutty and even been exposed ready for cock with the door open and he just says. You’re good sweety. Love that guy.

Your circumstance doesn't just apply to a certain race, but really to any big dick. The top should have taken his time and rested inside you to give you time to get used to his size, unless you didn't want that. But the key is to listen to your body. Preferably, climb on so you can control the tempo until you're ready to completely submit. There's going to be some pain at first, but that's normal and you have to let it wash over you. But it shouldn't be a lingering pain, just a temporary pain. When you feel ready, start riding it up and down and make sure you're enjoying it. Then when you're ready, give over control and let him stroke your pussy out until he nuts inside you.

Everyday 😂 I been linking up 6 to 5 times a week. I probably gotta a reputation already as the city cum dump 🤷😂

First time posting, long time lurker. Last night I finally connected with this gorgeous black man I've been pursuing for about 3 weeks. He wanted to top and fuck hard. I love how quickly strangers can become intimate. Within 10 minutes of walking in the door he had his dick buried in me. 10 minutes after that he filled me with his first load. We just laid naked on the bed for about an hour and talked. Pretty soon I could feel his dick getting hard again, and he asked if he could pound me one more time before he had to leave. 20 minutes later I received load #2. His eyes rolled back in his head when he came and his entire body shook. It was a pretty sexy scene to watch, and I felt filled and accomplished when he finished using my hole. Afterwards he just laid on top of me for about 10 minutes with his dick still buried in my ass. I think he almost fell asleep. Dude was a great kisser too. I hope to see him again soon!

Part four: the penultimate chapter At first Sam's eyes bugged with disbelief. He seemed to have trouble forming words. And then he went totally bat shit crazy. I thought he might damage himself as he bellowed and fumed and finally begged. I walked over to Junior letting my hands trail over his beautiful body. The guy was a muscle jock not quite as hairy as his father. I felt a tightening in my loins as his father's rant caressed my ears and I caressed his sons genitals. If father looked like son at his age he must have gotten all the ass (male or female) he could want. Sam pleaded with me not to castrate Junior. "I am not going to castrate your son," I stated giving Juniors sack a rather vicious yank. "That's not the other option." Sam looked relieved but dubious and so he should. I continued the inspection and my explanation as I explored Juniors body, tweaking nipples, petting his furry chest, tracing the vein pattern on a thick calf muscle. "As you know Sam, being rich has its perks. Money buys a whole lot of information and with an uncle like Ruben...well...he's a sociopath to be honest, no moral compass what-so-ever. He will do anything and I mean anything to achieve a goal." I moved on from calf to thigh marveling at the beauty of the male form. I was tempted to forget the mental torture and fuck Junior right then. Focus! "Uncle Ruben, mad genius that he is, filled me in on all sorts of interesting details about your family Sam." I abandoned Junior so I could could look Sam in the eye while I revealed his fate. "You might ask, a father might wonder, why bring an innocent man into our sordid dealings? What has he to do with all of this? And I would say nothing.....except that like father like son," I cupped my own face like a distraught damsel at a train wreck, "Gasp! I found out your son is a bigger piece of shit than you." "Seems that Junior here is stepping out on the Mrs. While the wifey is home heating up Spaghettios for the twins he's out fucking anything in a skirt. But that is not even the worse part. Oh no. Junior likes it rough." I could see the truth in Sam's eyes. He already knew. Probably bailed the sadistic bastard out of a few scrapes when his lust for brutality got out of hand. "Likes 'em bruised and bleeding before can get it up. Nothing like the taste of a split lip I guess." "I know all about the sorority girl he sent to the hospital and the bar fly he left unconscious in a bathroom stall. Do I need to go on?" Sam's silent stony stare spoke volumes. "So here's the deal Sam, the choice you are going to have to make. I take your balls or you take your son's ass cherry. Give him that special gift you gave me the night you raped me. There will be no negotiating." I walked back over to Junior tracing a finger down to his furry hole left well and truly exposed by his positioning in the sling. "Sooo tempting," I purred slowly pushing my digit inside the virgin darkness. "Just a little poke, I mean this is grade A, prime ass right here and I am serving it up on platter just.....for.....you!" Sam shook his head. "I can't. Please. I can't fuck my own son." "Can't or won't," I asked. "For fucks sake how do you expect me to get it up. The idea disgusts me. There is no way this can happen." He looked hopefully at me, like his bullshit reasoning was going to sway my decision. "Lucky for you we have an expert with us." I waved Roger over and he promptly injected Sam's cock with the required drug. Sam gritted his teeth as Roger rubbed and massaged the man's penis while the drug worked its magic. Ever the opportunist Roger dipped in for a taste of cock not being able to resist the fat piece of meat in his hands. I let him have his fun as I finished telling Sam what was going to happen. "You will breed your son, I don't care how long you fuck as long as your tainted nut ends up warming his guts, if you do not I will castrate you while your son watches. And then the real party will start." I fished out my phone and found the correct page on the search engine. I had placed a fuck ad featuring Junior's pic in the sling with the caption 'Straight muscle jock being whored out, all loads welcome'. I was sure Sam was about to have an aneurysm. "I got a guy answering the replies. You would not believe the response!" I scrolled through the other pics; Junior at his wedding, playing baseball, holding his twins. "A lot [banned word] out there get off on boning a straight guy. They don't care if he's conscious or not. Ring a bell Sam?" I retrieved the castration pliers and lay them ever so carefully on Sam's hirsute stomach. The cold of the metal instrument made him flinch. "I'll give you some time to decide Sam. Honestly I don't care one way or the other. Whether it's watching your balls wither and shrivel or your son get knocked up by any creep with an internet connection and a hard-on, I don't care." I beckoned to Roger and he brought over a giant hour glass just like the the kind the wicked witch tortures Dorothy with. Probably the best part of the whole fucking shit show of an evening. I do have a flare for the dramatic. I don't know where or how Ruben found it but I enjoyed flipping that thing in front of Sam and pointing out that was how much time he had or I would make the decision for him. I refrained from calling him 'my pretty'. And then I went to Mark. Mark was already awake and lazily swinging in his sling, humming Adele I think. I believe that whatever he thought was going to happen his sweet, naive boyfriend wouldn't actually harm him, he was sort of right. "Hi Mark," my smile was genuine and I kissed him tenderly. When you have truly loved someone those feelings don't just disappear. And when you have been betrayed as brutally as I was, there is a price to be paid. He was still a little dopey and smiled like he hadn't a care in the world. I found that very irritating. My goon slapped him around until he sobered up, unfortunately for him it took a while and the man worked up a sweat. Mark, red faced, hair matted, looked like a man without a plan. He was about to be very sober indeed. Roger rolled over a giant flat screen television. I had a camera pointed at Sam and Junior so Mark could have a visual as I explained what was taking place in the next room. He looked more intrigued than upset. "I never would have thought you'd have it in you boyfriend," his tone was amused and he pointedly ignored Roger's presence. "I am not your boyfriend." My cock began to respond to Marks naked form. I had loved him, I despised him, I still desired him. Emotions aside I let my libido take over. Roger watched eagerly as I freed my cock and stroked it never veering my gaze from Mark's perfectly sculpted body. Playing devils advocate Roger dropped to his knees taking me in to the root expertly massaging my meat with his throat. I pushed him off me and turned his head to Mark's ass. Roger didn't hesitate, burying his nose in the offered crack. I encouraged Roger to spit shine Mark's hole, get him wet enough to fuck. Stroking my cock with one hand and Roger's hair with the other my gaze drifted from Marks face to the screen. Something was happening. With time still on the hour glass it seems Sam had made a decision. My henchman had his orders and when Sam spoke his choice the man began to release the bindings. I pulled Roger away from his ass snack so he could watch the show. Like a zombie, his hard cock pointing the way Sam slowly approached his son. I moved closer to Mark. Sam stood, his face riddled with conflict, staring at his sleeping boy. He began to weep. Roger took my cock in hand resting the head on Mark's spit slick taint. Sam inched forward and when his rod touched skin he shuddered. I shivered in anticipation pressing myself against Mark. The three of us watched in silence entranced by the drama unfolding before us. With a roar of disgust and rage Sam plunged himself brutally into his son. Juniors eyes flew open and his scream of pain and confusion spurred me to action. I entered Mark, for the first time feeling his bare flesh envelope my erection. Mark moaned with the force of my fucking, hating me but craving what I was giving him. Junior was having a hard time coming to terms with his current reality. My man was forced to strap on a gag while Sam frantically fucked trying to get his nut so he could end the miserable experience. I fucked Mark to the same rhythm releasing all my pent up anger and frustration. Watching a man weep and fuck at the same time is an experience I hope to never live through again. Choking sobs wracked his body, his blubbering hindered the fucking he was trying to deliver. He wiped away tears and snot refusing to lay a finger on his son as he banged away. Roger kissed me hard, urged me to fuck and load the bastard. We both knew what had to happen before I could cum. It didn't take long. Watching Sam rut I had a flashback from the beginning of this whole mess; Sam's hairy ass clenching and unclenching as he fucked my boyfriend. I had nearly the same view now. The tempo of his fucking increased, became erratic. I matched him knowing both our orgasms were at the boiling point. And then there it was, critical mass. I matched his angry moan as we both bred our men, coating their guts with our seed. Sam staggered back unable to look his son in the eye. Roger pushed me back so he could get sloppy seconds, happily mounting a complaining Mark who had shot a load all over his own chest. Leaving Roger to finish getting his nut I made myself presentable and returned to Sam and Junior. He looked at me expectantly. I picked up the abandoned castration pliers and slid them into my jacket pocket. "I guess we won't be needing these," I said jovially and then ordered my man to re-install Sam in the sling. It was a bit of a battle I am afraid but big as Sam was he was no match for a six foot, five inch street thug. He was more or less in one piece when he was finally ensconced back in his leather throne. Junior had a whole lot of questions I am sure. I ignored him focusing my attention on Sam. The slings sat side by side but in opposite direction so each man had full line of site to the other. That was on purpose. "Good-bye Sam," I regarded him with cool detachment. "After today I will not think of you ever again but you I am sure will think of me every day for the rest of your miserable life. I expect you to disappear Sam. I don't want to see your face or hear your name or catch a whisper on the wind about anything to do with you. Do you understand me?" He remained silent but I could smell the reek of fear on his sweat frosted skin. "If you disobey me castration will only be an appetizer to the feast of horrors I will be serving you. And there is always Uncle Ruben of course but he is more of a sleep with the fishes kind of guy." As I headed for the door a perfectly sordid rabble of men began to trickle into the room from the opposite direction. One unsavory specimen quickly claiming Junior. "You son of a bitch," Sam raged, "You god damn double crossing cocksucker!" My step never faltered. "We had a deal!" "Did we," I mumbled to myself, "I forget." The smug smile that adorned my lips was mirrored in my eyes as I went to retrieve my final guest of the evening. Mark had a date with destiny and I had an introduction to make.

Since I usually limit myself to Fri/Sat nights, after 5 days of waiting I'm ready !!! What do I think about? I don't really "think" at all. I am simply "present" in the moment, loving my Lusts, immersing myself in celebrating Lust with other men just like me. If I do any intellectual thinking, it's more along the lines of the ethereal - taking part in the magnificent carnal acts of Lust - thrilling, awesome, universal Lust. I'll rut in almost any Hole, enjoying the "mating" with not only the Hole, but every other Cock that's pumped it's Sperm in there too. I'll gladly suck a Cock that's been rutting in wet Holes, just for the thrill of "connecting" with both the Hole and the Cocks. It's almost like leaving the reality of our daily lives, full of tasks that need to be done, and losing myself in the love of Lust for my like-minded Brothers. I don't "think", I just wade in, and become "one" with the communal joy of wanton, carnal Lust. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

If you don't like what is here why are you here??? There are sites on the web that I find gross that I never go to because I don't like them. I don't make an account and tell people on that site how bad they are. I do the adult thing and leave the people on that site to their own lives.

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I had a great uncle that used to jerk off on my asshole. That turned into later fingering my ass and ejaculating in it by pushing his cock head against my small gape after he took his fingers out. Several months after starting fingering he was able to penetrate my ass completely with his cock and fuck me which he did often. I also have a older cousin on my mom’s side of the family that I would suck and he would fuck me also. Later he and his boyfriend would both fuck me.

Put me down for: His cock feels so good inside me. Cum inside me baby. I was born to take cock. Why did I wait 38 years to feel a cock inside? Who’s next?

I am a no-loads refused cumdump who takes any cock and seed given. But we are all different, so I get it when someone is more selective. Best not to take it personally 😉

I literally just had a guy e-mail me this... It's sorta hot... Not sure if it's true... ---------- Hi: I found your website by mistake about a month ago, and at first I though it was really sick. I´m a 32 yr old latino living in Puerto Rico, i´m a little chubby and only had bare sex one time before in my life with the first guy i fuck about 12 yrs ago. I had 2 relationships in my whole life, my fist was 6 yrs and the current we have been together for 5. I have never had bare sex with any of my two bf, and I can really count with my hands all the guys i have ever had sex. But for some reason i saw your site and i was disgusted, but i keep coming back to watch more, read stories and surf some of the links. I started having wet dreams about being fucked bare, and i was very confuse. Two weeks ago I was walking from my home to the store when i saw this beautiful guy running. He was shirtless, with incredible abs, he was like 6´3, dark skin (not black) brown hair and a tattoo in his arm my guess was he like 45 (but actually was 47). I just could stop watching him run, he pass by me and said hi, but he continue running. I knew such a pretty guy will never look at a guy like me, i have a pretty face but i have to lose some weight. The guy stopped a couple of yards, he was wet in sweat, and i continue walking until i pass near him, and he said hi again and started talking to me. he was looking at me very sexy, and he was wearing those really short runner short, i could see he had a really big package down there, and he was getting hard just by taking to me. He told me he lived near by, and actually he just lived down the block from where I live. We talked until we got in front of his building, and he invited me in, i just couldn't say no. When we got to his apartment he closed the door and started to kiss me and taking my cloth off, he was so hard i i just started to give him a blow job, he was deep throating me, he had a dick bigger and fatter than my boyfriends ( i bet he was like a 9 or 10 incher).then he took me to his sofa took my pants off and started rimming my ass, and then he try to fuck me bare i told him to put a condom and get some lube cause i knew that dick was going to hurt. He just smile, spit in my ass and said "sorry i like it raw and with saliva" and i told him i dont fuck raw, he reply back, well today you are going to, and he started to introduce his big fat raw dick inside my ass. I try to push him away but he was too strong, and the more i beg him to stop and fight, the harder he pounded my ass, he even slap me in the face ( not hard) and spit in face. he took one of his dirty sock and just put it on my mouth. He kept ponding my ass, slapping my ass with his hands harder and harder. I started to cry. His dick felt soo big it hurt soo much. I kept going more than 20 minutes (he had a wall watch i keep looking at the hour). He finally told me r u ready for my load boy, i beg him to cum outside but it was too late, his eyes became white his body was shaking like hell, i could fell now his dick dumping the load, i felt a warm sensation in my ass, but he didnt stop he kept pounding me for a few more minutes until i cum. He took out his dick, i could feel i was really sore, he stick his finger inside me, started rimming me again and i felt my ass was pouring out some cum. i took it in his had and kept saying push it all out boy, and i did. He show me his cum in his had that had been in my ass, i was also bleeding cause it had blood. He just opened my mouth and poured all that cum and blood in my mouth and he stated kissing me. He also took my load and he make me drink it too. He took me to his shower and started kissing me while he washed me, and hugged me. i felt his hard dick once again, I was OMG this is crazy this guy want a second round. He told me to suck his dick there in the shower, and i started to suck him again, this time he didnt cum, he started to pee, i was agin like no, but he kept pushing his dick in my mouth , i just heard swallow boy swallow, and i did i pee in my face my chest my mouth my hair. when he finnish he washed me again kissing my mouth again with the taste of his pee. I look at the watch again and i said fuck my bf must be home already, looked at my cel phone i had 4 miss call. I just told him i need to go, got dressed and there i asked him are you at least negative? cause I am. he started laughing and just told me go home boy. Are you at least gonna answer my question? He came close to me kiss me and told me good bye boy, you are welcome to come back anytime, he opened the door kiss me again and pushed me away. I went home my bf was there, he kissed me and told me you smell strange. I just told him it was hot outhere i need to take a shower. I havent been with that guy again, just saw him once at a gay bar. He was wearing a black shirt that said " always practice safe sex" and he was passing out a small plastic bag with condoms, lube and a little paper that explain how to use a condom. He came to our group of friends and gave us a quick chat about how important is to have safe sex, that you always have to believe that a guy that fuck you is positive especially if he practices risk behavior like barebacking. He kept looking at me and he finish his chat with if you believe you have been in risk get tested. I havent been tested yet. After that i have just barebacked with two other guys ( tourist staying in a hotel and a fly attendant). three load from three random guys in less than two weeks. now sex with my partner is soo boring I´m trying to convince him to go bare, he is thinking about it.

Hey there, ghfan4life Above, you will find two replies to your question. One is of great value, from an experienced, dedicated, "whole" man. Read it carefully, since it offers true, honest and genuine guidance regarding your question. Of course, you are entitled to make your own decision, and good on you for asking questions. Best -

Actually, I think that scent goes by another moniker too .... it's also called "poppers" ... <<<filthy grinnnn>

I get a lot of use but I attend things where group use is highly likely (CumUnions, sex clubs/baths, sex resorts). I don't get as much hookup action of the 1-on-1 of hookup apps variety, outside of asspig. This has been mainly due to work related time constraints and the decrease in quality of people (not looks, quality of person) on things like Grindr. My partner is younger than me and while he is also promiscuous like me, he is not nearly as much of a slut whore as I am and, he encourages me to slut around and he been camera guy on some of my porn scenes.

I'll preface this by saying that since I've never met you, him, or the girlfriend, I'm just spitballing here. But here's what it sounds like to me: The other guy is straight, in a relationship, living with his girlfriend. He has found a friend, one who lives nearby, who shares some interests, who understands his work and the pressures it places on a person, such that he doesn't have to explain to you what it means to be on a high because you saved a patient who came in, in really bad shape, or conversely to lose a patient who came in not initially seeming all that bad off. No wonder he's relaxed around you and enjoys spending time with you. None of that suggests, in and of itself, any attraction whatsoever to you as a romantic/sexual partner. That doesn't mean it CAN'T be there, but there's no reason to expect it - nothing you've said in any of your posts hints that your appeal to him is as anything other than a friend. And you didn't mention in any of your posts that you've told him (either directly or indirectly) that you're gay. For all you know, he has zero idea, and if he did, he'd be a lot more distant around you. Or maybe it wouldn't matter, but still only interested in friendship, because he wouldn't have any idea you thought of him "that way". So I'll suggest an even more rudimentary set of questions to ask yourself: 1. [Assuming, in fact, that he doesn't know you're gay] If you come out to him - not about your feelings for him, but just about being gay - and he pulls back from your friendship, such that it becomes a lot more distant, are you okay with that? If not, then you need to figure out whether remaining "closeted" to him is worth the friendship. 2. [Assuming he does know you're gay, or you tell him and he's not bothered by that] Is there ANYTHING - anything concrete, that is - that's not just wishful thinking that would suggest he has any interest in you as anything other than a friendly colleague? If not - if he's given you no reason to think he's definitely got a sexual/romantic interest in you - I think any attempt to nudge things in that direction could blow up in your face - and you're back to losing a friend by weirding him out. 3. But - assuming you feel it's worth the risk, after he knows you're gay, there's always the oblique-but-not-really approach, where you lament not being able to find someone good to date, that it's a shame he doesn't have a gay twin, or that it's a shame he's straight and taken, because other than that, he's the kind of guy you'd like to meet. You don't make it about sexual attraction - suggesting that you are [banned word] on him somehow - but about about liking him enough that (except for being straight and taken) you'd like to take it to a higher level. In a fantasy world, he'd say "Actually, I'm not straight, I'm bi, and to be honest, she's really more of a friend and we've stopped dating, just still living together as friends." But that's the fantasy world, which 99.9999% of the time doesn't exist. More likely, in the real world, he'll pull back some, until he's sure you're not pursuing him hoping to get him into bed. But knowing that you like him that much can actually serve as the basis for a deeper friendship.

This part right here is why I nearly exclusively got fucked at cruise clubs and saunas (which I thankfully had access to). If I'm going to go through the charade of preparing myself to bottom, I want to get FUCKED. Doing this in preparation for a guy that doesn't show is more than frustrating. When a guy flakes on me after I've prepared, I'm usually too fobbed off to find other options, including going to the cruise bar.

Part three The next few days were a blur. Roger had taken me home, thankfully to an empty house. He started the shower and pushed me in. Then to my surprise climbed in after me. He soaped me down all the while his hard cock knocking into my sudsy skin. I turned my back to him pulling his arms tight around me. "Its okay," I said, "go for it." He wasted no time pushing himself into me. "Oh man you feel so good, all that hot cum inside you. I love it." I was shocked after a night of being fucked and then fisted that I could still feel aroused. Roger was nuzzling my neck and his right hand drifted to my rapidly inflating cock. "Cum is the best lube he moaned." I had to admit he had a point, nothing else in my sexual life had prepared me for the feeling of being fucked bareback and loaded. I only wish it had been my choice. I pulled Roger's hand off my cock so he could concentrate on fucking me. He held me close grinding his crotch with an ever increasing tempo. "Roger," I cooed, "do you like me." "I think I love you," he growled into the back of my head. His orgasm was approaching. I pulled away to face him. "What are you...," I interrupted him with a kiss. "Prove it." I grabbed his face and made him look at me. "Prove you care for me. Help me." I kissed him hard. "I need you." Roger cracked a sweet smile and waggled his hips into me. "I got you covered man, whatever you need." "Promise." "I solemnly swear," he held up a hand Boy Scout style and then effortlessly turned and re-entered me in one smooth move. This time the fucking was a dick rampage and I had to brace myself against the tiles. Roger was hitting all the right places. I just sort of melted into him and the hands free orgasm that rolled through my bones left me weak-kneed and in danger of kissing the bath matt. Roger had my back, partly so he could finish nutting in my hole. I watched Roger's peacefully sleeping face as I picked up my phone and punched in a number I swore I'd never use. It had been a long time since I heard the voice on the line but no matter, I had a lot to say. Mark was gone for five days. It was no mystery, checking my credit card activity I saw he had flown to New Orleans for a stay at the Ritz. Sadly he returned Friday evening in full form. Sam followed close behind a brutish smile smeared across his face. "Well babe," Mark drawled, "Looks like you have a fan." He gave my chin a friendly tap and dropped to recline on the bed still in his shoes. He knew I hated it when he did that. "One of them gangbangers at the party took a shine to your ass and has requested a special date, just the three of us...plus him." "And his checkbook," chimed in Sam. They both laughed. Mark hopped off the bed to face me. "Saturday night. You know what to do, be ready by eight pm. Now get the fuck out my room before I slap that stupid look off your face." I fled before Sam could decide he'd rather I stayed and smiled the whole way to the guest room. You know what they say about a date, two's company, three's a crowd and four....well... that's a party and I had a few more names to add to the guest list. All day Saturday the weather was shit and by evening the storm clouds rolled in releasing sheets of rain. Mark and Sam, however, were in high spirits as they drove me to our date with the gangbanger. I was, as requested, dressed in a pale grey suit. I chose a periwinkle shirt and matching socks. No one ever confused me with straight. Our destination was a non-descript building in the middle of no where. The knock was swiftly answered by a silent goon and we were led to a room modestly furnished with a sofa, comfortable chairs and a bar. Mood lighting gave the space a warm glow and we were told to make ourselves comfortable. Once seated our host, a man in his sixties with still dark hair slicked to his scalp entered the room. "Gentlemen, I am gratified to have you." He inclined his head. "Thank you for coming. May I offer you a drink?" he gestured to the bar. Mark and Sam made their choices and after a long look from our host I declined. "A toast is in order," the man raised his glass, "to our favorite party favor, may this night be to his liking." Mark and Sam gave each other puzzled look but eagerly downed the excellent scotch. "Thank you Uncle Ruben," I said carefully watching my boyfriend for his reaction. It took a moment to register. "What the fuck!" Sam was the first to react. Uncle Ruben nodded. "Its quite true. Maternal uncle that is and quite the black sheep of the family. When my nephew called me from out of the blue you could have knocked me over with a feather." Mark, poor greedy stupid Mark, wasn't catching on. "You're a sick fuck," he was amused more than horrified. "Boning your own nephew, that's screwed up." He chortled obviously loving idea. Sam cuffed him on the shoulder. "I don't think that's what this is." He looked back and forth between my uncle and I like an idiot at a tennis match. "Correct," Uncle Ruben was about to set the stage for me. "My nephew had quite a story to tell me," he stood hands at his back staring down my boyfriend and his lover. "Of course I wasn't too thrilled to hear he was faggot but I'm a modern man and he's family so there you go. And when it comes to family," he punched his chest passionately, "my family....no one and I mean no one fucks with them and gets a way with it." I smiled, truly smiled for the first time in many days. "You boys messed with the wrong clan," Uncle Ruben shrugged with his arms wide open, "and now you two are well and truly fucked." And with that walked away leaving me with two stunned and speechless assholes who little understood how bad things were about to get for them. Sam jumped to his feet. "I'm getting the fuck out of here." Without bothering to wait for Mark he made for the door only to have his progress hindered by the goon. "Its no use Sam," I informed him. "Please have a seat." I pointed to the cushion next to Mark. "The drugs you just imbibed will have you unconscious in short order and I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself in the fall." Marked peered into his glass a look of horror creasing his handsome face. Sam sat down in silent anger after hurtling the tumbler across the room. The pear shaped notes of it shattering against the concrete was music to my ears and as if on cue muffled thunder rolled over the roof electrifying the air with the promise of destruction. I don't think I ever felt more alive. Mark was the first to drop off. I had a speech prepared but it was not necessary. He slumped against Sam who promptly pushed him away, the empty tumbler rolling onto the plush carpet. Sam remained silent while I retrieved the glass then energetically hurled it across the room to join its companion. I shouted with manic joy before the echo of the pulverized crystal could be stifled by the growing storm. Sam's eyes drowned in panic before he too keeled over. Sadly being seated did not help. He crashed to floor knocking his head on the coffee table. That was going to leave a bruise I thought as I helped myself to a sparkling water. I needed to keep hydrated for the evenings festivities. Sam was first to awaken with a sudden intake of breath. He tried to focus his eyes on Roger as the needle was removed from his arm and Roger moved to stand beside me. "You backstabbing son of a bitch," Sam spat at my grinning friend. "We paid you more than enough to help us." He struggled maniacally at the restraints keeping him manacled to the sling. "God damn greedy faggot," he continued to bellow, "I am going to break your fucking neck." With a gesture from me the goon slapped Sam hard enough to loosen teeth and he quieted down nicely. "Dude," Roger was actually apologetic. "Do you even know how rich this guy is," he pointed at me and winked. "I couldn't say no to that much cash. You understand." "That's right Sam. I am loaded or at least my family is." From inside my suit coat I removed an oddly shaped set of pliers and began to play with it. "You see Mark assumed I was a trust fund baby who spent afternoons trotting around on polo ponies and eating cucumber sandwiches." From my other pocket I removed a coarse but tiny rubber band and began to fit it over a set of four prongs on the pliers. I went on, "but here's the thing Sam. I grew up in Texas. Our ponies weren't used for polo." I scissored the pliers making the band expand and retract. " Texas is known for two things Sam, cattle and oil. Lucky me we had plenty of both, hence all that cash I get to throw around when I am in the mood." Sam couldn't take his eyes off my toy. I could not blame him for that considering what I was planning on doing with it. "Do you know what this is Sam," I held the pliers for closer inspection. "While you spent your time knocking up your wife and Mark was roofying high school jocks I was on a horse following my father around the ranch. Days spent in the saddle has a way of toughening a guy up wouldn't you say." "And some of those days were spent turning bulls into steers." I scrutinized the castration pliers like it was a work of art. "I don't think I need to explain how it works." The look Sam gave me confirmed my suspicion but I went on. "It's relatively painless. Once the band is released around the scrotum," I waved the tool in the general direction of Sam's nads as he squirmed gratifyingly ,"tissue begins to die within sixty seconds. After less than ten minutes the damage is irreversible." Sam stammered, "You can't, you aren't....I mean you're not going to...." he trailed off too horrified by the possibilities to continue. "That Sam, is up to you." I rounded the sling so I could face him properly. "Unlike your decision to drug and gang rape me I am going to give you a choice. Choice number One is to slowly have your balls choked of life and drop off or," I pointed to a nearby curtain with a flourish, "you can see what's behind door number two." Sam gave the briefest of nods. "Roger if you would do the honors." Roger pulled the cord revealing Sam's 26 year old son Sam Jr. stripped, out cold and also strapped into a sling.

To start I have been deep in the closet my entire life and now at the age of 37, I have finally taken my first load. I met a married very attractive black guy on grindr a while back. Him and I both being married didn't have a place to meet in private. So we usually would meet in his car and I would blow him and he would play with my hole. This went on for months and we joked about him coming to my house one day when my wife was gone and fucking me. I was home alone the other day and so horny I couldn't think straight so invited him over. I was so nervous that one of the neighbors would figure it out what was going on being paranoid but I was in heat and threw cautious to the wind. I led him to the guest bedroom, and he planted a big one on me for the first time. He tasted amazing. I dropped my pants and watched him drop his. He has a big uncut cock and he was already hard and swinging as it popped past his briefs. I laid down in missionary. He slid between my legs and started kissing me while I lubed his cock. I have never had chemistry with a guy like a do with him and I think that played into how easily I accepted his huge cock. He fucked me slow until I was ready, and then started driving deep. It was like a constant orgasm for me the entire time. After a while he told me he was close and trying to hold out for me to shoot, but I didn't want to cum and chicken out. So I told him I would cum later and to cum inside me. He picked up the pace briefly and then hooked up all the way in and planted his seed. I squeezed his cock with my hole and could feel his dick pumping. He stayed in me holding me until he went soft and came out. He did a great job planting his load deep because there was no sign of it 30 minutes after he left and I finally had to work to push it out. I marveled out it while stroked and ended up blowing one of the biggest loads I have ever shot. I think I am hooked!

Each of the above responses are 100% correct. I didn't miss an IML for many years (living in Chicago, my room was always fully equipped - it took several trips from home bringing all the gear downtown, but it was waaaay worth it) If you want any tips on local restaurants (or anything else, for that matter), I'll be happy to help. Just ask.

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If I stopped the video and looked, I'd have to take one of my hands off my cock.

I took a load the other day and the top gave me a few pumps after he had cum to work his seed into me and then kept his cock inside me for what seemed like a few mins but probably wasn’t . I loved it.

Brothers 8” 9”

Mine is the whole exposure/humiliation fetish. I love posting my pics online hoping some stranger will see and message me, degrading me and stuff. It's dumb but I love it haha

I love to wear shiny down jackets. No shirt underneath. They feel so soft and the shiny and puffy look make me much more willing to do all sleazy things imaginable. Love to go cruising in them too. Makes me just more slutty.

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This story is what has me looking for someone to turn me into their poz fist slampig slave. Someone to make me their property and transform me however they want. Forced workouts, shaving, tattoos, piercings. Keep me slammed long enough to turn me into just a hole. Eventually have my hole go shoulder deep and accommodate 2 (maybe 3) fists easily.

Yeah, the physical things that turn me on in a guy, no matter whether I'm on top or on the bottom, are all the masculine characteristics...everything that separates the men from the women and the men from the boys. That absolutely includes a hot hairy ass. There's nothing hotter as a top for me than burying my face in a hot, sweaty, cum filled ass then watching my cock sliding into that wet, hairy ass.