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3AM this morning, got a text from Cabbie. U want fuck now? Course I did. Tall 24 yr old Abu hairy guy was up my ass within minutes before he went home after working. Great fuck, big cummer. This evening got a text from my barber Adil, the guy I sucked off last week, asking if I wanted to suck him again. I did, I was on knees sucking that beauty very quickly. He told me would comd to my house one night and fuck md deep, as he shot his load down my throat. Pakistani Men/Boys are just so easy. I dont know any that mention condoms.

Last night got my ass used by four straight drunk Mexican guys. I've been into straight Mexican men using me to get off for a long time now but recently moved and didn't have the chance. Finally found a bar that a lot Mexican's go to that I decided to start hanging out wanting to be of service to any of the guys that didn't get some pussy. Had been going there a couple times a week for a couple weeks and been seeing some regular guys there. Finally last night at closing was walking out the same time as this one group of 4 guys that I've seen in there a couple times and they knew what I was for and just took me in the back alley pushed me up against a wall pulled my pants down and each one fucked me in the ass and dumped his cum in me. By the time they were done I could barely pull my pants up and manage to walk home feeling all that Mexican cum dripping out of my ass and down my leg. Can't wait to go back now that know anytime they don't find some girls they can use me to get off before they go home.

I agree totally. I started going to the video store near me a few years ago. I like steam works but the video store seems to bring out more of the pig in me. I really don’t care about looks there and rarely does a guy use a condom. I was just there Monday and now I have many regulars that I can always expect a recharge or load from. Ironically three of my favorites were there at the same time. It was fun to juggle all of them and make sure they left drained and pleased.

A guy who had messaged me a week before suddenly contacted me to say he’d come around in 10 minutes to fuck me. Not long to clean up but luckily (or for other reasons, unluckily) I had already had two hookups arranged that afternoon that were washouts. One was a twitter hookup that simply flaked out, no explanation. The other was a genuine Grindr meet where the guy lost his hardon after too much poppers. The guy, a middle aged somewhat toned Chinese guy, arrived and we went in my bedroom after removing two dogs. He had a nice reasonably sized cock which I worked for a while with my mouth. He wasn’t on PrEP but willing to bareback anyway as he said he got STI tested monthly and only topped, except with his boyfriend who was still in China and hadn’t yet been able to join him. I sat on his cock and pleasantly rode home for ages. He was playing with my cock, fascinated with how thick it was. Then I lay on the bed and he doggy fucked me before moving me onto my back to drop a big load in me. With him living only 10 minutes away I’m hoping he’ll become a regular fuck buddy.

Been on Monday and took six loads

Following up from my last story (page 1100) I'm still visiting Cyprus and unfortunately I never heard from the strip club guy again. I took a few days away from grindr and did a bit of sightseeing. Eventually finding myself in paphos staying in a hotel. I open the app and a guy messages me, he's only 80 metres away and his message is simply "**** hotel?" realising we're just a few doors apart I reply saying that yes I am there, he tells me he is with his Mrs and can't host but wants to know how fast I can make him cum in my mouth? I'm no pro sucker so I reply honestly that I can suck him. Let him fuck my mouth but essentially the question is how quick can he cum. He asks for my room number and tells me he's going to make an excuse to leave and for me to "be ready" I don't hear from him again and quickly assume he changed his mind so I start messaging another guy, he can host nearby and wants a fuck, he asks his long it was since I last took cock and I tell him about 2 weeks. "nice and tight then". He replies,asking what turns me on. I reply telling him how I enjoy being used as a cum dump, he seems impressed and sends me his location, I start to get dressed and suddenly I hear a knock at the door, completely forgetting the earlier chat I casually answer wondering who it is and see the guy standing there. "I've got 5 minutes" he says "told my wife I'm going to the bar for drinks" it takes me a second to realise who he is, he starts talking urgently, "think I can fill your mouth in a couple of minutes? My balls are ready to explode" I quickly invite him in and he sits on the bed pulling his trousers down and off, I'm presented with a decent size cock, maybe 7inch, with big heavy smooth balls hanging below. I quickly get on my knees and begin to lick and suck him, he moans and groans telling me to suck him nice and deep, which of course I oblige, this goes on for a few minutes before he pulls out and starts wanking furiously at my face, with little to no warning he let's out a final moan and shoots thick sperm over me, 3 or 4 huge sticky ropes cover my face as I look up at him, he pulls his trousers back on saying "sorry gotta dash" before pretty much running out of the room. I gather my thoughts and realise I hadn't replied to the other guy to confirm I was leaving, and I open grindr to find multiple messages from him "are you coming?" "have you changed your mind?" "ugh, another time waster" Obviously I'm no time waster, I take a picture of my still jizz dripping face and send him it, saying sorry I got distracted and I'm leaving soon. He replies with a laughing emoticon "oh dear you are a cum dump aren't you, hurry up and get here" I clean up and finish getting dressed, and after a very short dficeti arrive at his apartment, he invites me in and presents me with a vodka and redbull, I apologise again for being late but he says it's fine and that actually he wants to know more, I began to tell him about the guy and he stops me "shh shhh not yet, get naked and sit there on the sofa" I do as I'm told and he gets down on his knees in front of me, he starts to lick my cock and tells me to tell him all about the meet in detail. As I tell him what happened, he plays with my cock, just little touches, licks, sucks as I tell him about the married guy who snook away, as I tell him about the blowjob he starts to get more carried away, he spreads my legs and begins to tongue my ass, gently at first but soon building up to shoving his tongue deep in my hole, as I finish my story he gets up, pushes my legs wide apart and pulls out a thick 8 inch cock, he looks at me and calls me a cum dump again, saying that he's going to dump his own seed deep inside me, I pause for a second before saying "go for it" and he gently presses the head of his cock against my hole, slowly but firmly he pushes into me, using only his saliva as lube, it hurts to start with and I reach for the bottle of poppers I brought along, taking a couple of deep breaths with them, he slowly pulls his cock out, and in, and out, and in again, I can feel his bare skin in my ass hole and slowly but surely it stretches to accommodate his length, he stay like this for a while, him slowly pumping his shaft into me and calling me names, slut, bareback bitch, cum toy. I can feel him getting more excited as his words get louder and firmer and his strokes get faster and harder. He demands that I get up and bend over the sofa "a cum bitch like you deserves to be fucked like a bitch" and with that he shoves his cock back into me from behind, his mood has changed now though, his once gentle and steady thrusts now replaced with erratic shallow pumping as he gets himself all worked up. Aaahhhh he growls as with a final pump he unloads his balls, I let out a little yelp as he forces all the way up my ass and cums right into my very core, we stay there for a minute or so before he gets up, offers be a drink (which as always i decline after the guy has finished) and we swap numbers. I've got a mate who would love to meet you, he tells me. Asking if I would be up for playing with them together. I left and he text me a couple of days later, I'm meeting him and his mystery mate this coming Friday, will report back. Holiday in Cyprus anyone?

My last load happened three days ago on the overnight ferry from Germany to Sweden. An Iranian caught sight of me sitting by myself, we started talking, I am quite skinny and not very tall and when we were outside I started freezing. He found a corner in the dark, lifted my sweater and started kissing and pinching my nipples (in the old they were stiff). we wnt down to my room, he was sharing with two others, and there he made me stand on all four on the bed, he licked me, fingered me and without any warning or any lube but his spit - he pushed his cock to the bottom. When I started screaming, he pressed my head down into the pillow, took my hand s on my back and started fucking. He said this is what you wanted, and he as right, but the pain was almost unbearable. when He came inside me, he stayed hard, turned me around without slipping out of me and said now it would be better - because of the cum. He was right, he was a great kisser too. and his cock pumped me full of cum once more. he left me his phone number, said he had a friend who liked to join in, and asked if I would be ready for two cock in my asscunt. then he just left. I am

Late Friday night and the place was dead, Did the treadmill and went to do a few weights. Black guy wanted spotted while on his back pressing. Did a few reps and noticed a tent in his shorts, He sees I notice and says sorry no nut November and chuckles. I tell him looks like that needs taken care of. He says yeah and I walk away. I go to the locker room he shows shortly after. Hes wearing a towel. Normally I do to the shower but went naked, towel over my shoulder. I leave a gap in the curtain and start showering. Shortly after, I see him walking back and forth looking in each time. He finally stops, enters the shower straight across from mine leaving the curtain open like mine. He is looking,takes his towel off and his beautiful cock is hard. I bend over presenting. He comes over asking if I can take care of his problem.I say sure and he comes in and shuts the curtain and says hes not gay. He just needs this. I said I know and look back and hes got precum just drooling. He puts the head of his cock in my ass and stokes the rest of his cock until he throbs and does this twice and holds still. He starts fucking and tells me to tell him to cum in my pussy. I do, A minute later he is pumping a huge load in me. He says thanks and leaves. I clinch my ass and run to get a plug to keep his cum in. I go home and go to bed full of sperm.

Recently, on a separate thread here devoted to him, someone posted: "Lito Cruz is a bareback hero." Apart from singling out one of my favorite performers, this got me thinking. We all need heroes in life. There are always going to be men who inspire respect, awe, worship; who exert leadership in masculine endeavors. With all the societal pressures to muzzle our natural sex instinct and stifle the expression of our best selves through sex and exchange of body fluids, it takes a man to resist and walk the path of true bareback manhood. So...who's your bareback hero? Is it a porn star? A top, like Mr. Cruz, or Brad McGuire, or...[your favorite here]? Or a bottom, like Dawson, or Christian, or [your favorite here]? Or even a versatile, like Alan Gregory or Pat Jackson? Who in this realm exemplifies the fierce freedom of true masculine nature, expressed with cock and/or butthole and cum? Is it a porn producer, like Paul Morris or Dick Wadd or [your favorite here], who provides positive examples of optimal male lust for us to emulate and improve upon, who by their work validate our very existence? Is it the operator of your favorite sex venue? Maybe he has bareback porn playing on the video systems, so we all have that extra bit of stimulation to motivate us as we hunt and breed. Or he schedules regular bareback parties, to give us all a safe place to practice the true gay male religion, sacred worship of the God Cock and Holy Semen... Is it the man (or men) who first fucked you raw? The guy who got you to fuck him raw for your first time? The family member who introduced you to your cock and your butthole with his own raw dick? The teacher, coach or clergyman who reached inside you, figuratively and literally, and helped you get in touch with your inner bareback pig? Or is it you, yourself, a man who knows what a man is and what a man is for, and sets the example for everyone he meets (and meats) by steadfastly maintaining a "bareback only" policy? Who is your bareback hero?

Well, more to our domestic Brothers ... find some hot assed turkeyboys, stuff them reeeeeal good, and then - gobble them UP !!! Happy Thanksgiving .... (or would that be ThanksTaking?) It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm - on regular days, plain old days, and even Holidays !!!

I can't believe the number of people that have chosen this story to stand up on their soapboxes. The tales here are all fiction and I feel that that this story is a pretty fair representation of what can happen when someone engages in chem sex. I speak from experience. I was in my 20's and inexperienced and went home with a guy who ended up brutally raping and assaulting me. I think that the writer has written a pretty graphic tale but it was also written with a fair degree of skill. I certainly didn't find it offensive... I learnt from my own experiences that night not to bite off more than I can chew. I pretty much got what I deserved that night for lying to a guy about what I was willing to do just to spend a night with him. As for someone moaning here that all they see is non consensual stories, well then write some thing yourself! The writers here have taken a lot of time and effort to pen their stories and I'm always grateful for that and try to take the time to say thanks and post a like. You may not like a story but there will always be readers who do. Chainsmokerpig hit the nail on the head when he said "Taking some kind of moral high ground on a bug chasing website forum is the funniest thing you'll see this year folks !!" Those of you that cannot stand the heat should get out of the kitchen.. stick to a bottle of poppers and a cuddle or write something yourselves.

One of my bareback heroes is definitely Tim Tyler who has dedicated his career to removing the stigma of hiv pozitivity!

Taking some kind of moral high ground on a bug chasing website forum is the funniest thing you'll see this year folks !!

Chad Douglas?

That hot moustache guy from the 70’s (80’s?) who fucked all those hot blonde boys. super masculine, dominant and a huge thick cock.

You've made your point, and I respect your opinion, but this isn't the forum for it. There are plenty of stories here with this sort of theme, and this one made it pretty clear in the title. That alone should have been enough indicator without it requiring a separate forum. Almost every forum here, chem or otherwise, includes some stories with aspects of coercion or non-consensual sex and other stories with more consensual themes. We all have the option to read them or move on to different stories. Please read what appeals to you and stop trying to shame us or censor what many of us clearly enjoy reading. I'm just here to get off and don't need a therapy session with my porn. There are stories here that appeal to all different imaginations, so there is plenty for each of us to appreciate. Have a wonderful holiday season.

Mmmm…..my cock is so hard right now.

Oh HELL yeah !!! I absolutely love a hairy man needing raw Cock up his gut ... the visuals are just crazy-making, the tactile sensation of rutting in a hairy Hole only add a whole 'nother dimension. And, if the hair extends out of the Hole and fans out across the small of his back, or even further, GRRRRRRRR !!! Love hair on the front too, particularly if it's nice and thick around the belly button. If he's on his back, and shoots his load, at least some Sperm will collect in that hairy belly button. If he's on his belly and shoots his load, all he has to do is rub around on the sheet (or whatever), and smear the Sperm around in the fur. And that's a sweet dessert indeed. With a big, fat, filthy grin: It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

Sounds like me, I am furry...

I started going to XXX bookstores as soon as I turned 18, and man, was my inner pig unleashed. After my first couple of visits, it became my goal to see how many cocks I could suck every single time. If I sucked 5, I HAD to suck 6. If I sucked 20, I HAD to suck 21.

Who loves the smell of cum on your dock and up the ass the smell is so strong it penetrates my underwear and when I take them off the smell give me an instant boner knowing some guy left his jizz. Ever notice how different semen smells different from each guy?

I was out running errands when I realized I was close to Vince's apartment. We were newish boyfriends and were still getting to know each other. We did not have plans but I decided to surprise him. He answered the door with a big drunken grin on his face. "Hey everybody, the boyfriend is here," he shouted as he pulled me into the apartment. Vince always called me boyfriend. I began to wonder if he even knew my name. I had to introduce myself to his friends. They all worked at the post office and were enjoying end of the work week drinks. There was Dale, the senior of the group, probably about fifty-eight as ordinary a specimen of manhood you could find. Next was Phillip, a stocky guy, thirty-ish with thick black hair who was some flavor of ethnic I would not begin to decipher. He had a smile that was all kinds of trouble. Lastly was the delicious Kevin, a twenty-something otter with a beautiful beard and very hairy forearms. I was supplied with a beer and a double shot of Southern Comfort and was soon as happy as the rest of the crowd. We sat around drinking and bullshitting until Kevin tried to stand up. He tottered back down and into me. I was not complaining. Lets just say I got very handsy helping him get erect. Vince suggested I put him in the extra room. The extra room as Vince called it was basically a giant junk drawer but it did have a davenport in it, yes I said davenport. I gladly manhandled Kevin to the room but when I tried to let him down to sleep he protested saying he could not sleep in his clothes. Too hot! Who was I to insist he remained clothed? I helped him out of his garments and oh sweet Jesus what a sight. All that gorgeous fur on his slim body. I boned up immediately but did resist fondling my boyfriend's workmate, that is until he lay down on his stomach and presented his hairy ass for my full viewing pleasure. I love cock, can't get enough cum but there is something about a really hairy ass that turns my crank. There was no way I was not going to eat that ass. God, Vince and a troop of nuns could have walked in at that moment and I would still have eaten that ass. I immediately buried my face in his crack. Kevin giggled but did not protest in the least. So much for loyalty from friend or boyfriend. His legs splayed as I got to work and his hole opened up for my invasion. It was better than good, it was fantastic. I petted and smoothed the fur on his cheeks as I tried in vain to push my head up his ass. I knew I should make it quick. Have my ass snack and get out but the throbbing meat in my pants would not let me leave. The way Kevin was moving his hips back and forth and up indicated to me he was fine just as things were. I had to fuck that hole. If I fuck a hole its getting my load deep. No condoms, no pulling out. I was loath to remove my tongue from his silky sheath. It tasted so wonderful. My cock would not be ignored. I quickly unzipped and yanked my meat free. This was going to be a clothed fuck. I couldn't risk getting naked although I longed to feel that furry body on my skin. My cock rested in his hairy crack seeking entry. Grinding into him I told him I was going to fuck him. Kevin moaned. "Tell my you want it," I insisted. "Beg me to breed your hole." He mumbled something into the cushion. I turned his head and kissed him. "Say it bitch, say you want my nut deep in your ass or I walk." Kevin sobered up enough to beg for my cock. He pleaded to be bred and fucked and bred again. I pushed in and gasped at the gorgeous heat of his chute. His puckered hole gripped my cock hard, his pulsing ring massaged me to extreme hardness. I had to pause or shoot my load before I could give him a proper rogering. Kevin was an insatiable bottom. He began to fuck himself on my cock bucking and writhing beneath me. I let him have his way for a moment but I was the fucker. I pushed his hips back down resting the head of my dick at the entry to his hole, then plunged. We both moaned without restraint and my animal instincts took over. I fucked that hot otter like I hated him, pile driving my meat as hard as my lust driven muscles could manage. He melted into a hairy horny cum receptacle and I was the god of jizz that would bestow that gift on him. My eyes started to roll in my head as the orgasm began to tighten my sack and rage through my cock to explode out my piss hole in a jet of creamy man juice. Kevin knew he was being bred and he shuddered with the euphoria of accepting my DNA deep into his guts. I collapsed on him my clothes damp with sweat and my breath ragged with exertion. I wanted a nap. I wanted to stay inside Kevin until dooms day. My overworked cock had other ideas as the poor guy deflated. Kevin's hole agreed with me as it tried in vain to keep hold of my meat. I had to taste his cummy hole. I was back in heaven as my tongue dug deep for a taste of my own sperm. His creamy chute was hotter and tastier and being well fucked opened even wider to my invading oral intruder. Kevin began grinding his erection into the cushion careful to go slow enough so as to not dislodge my tongue. We worked in unison to bring off his nut. As much as I would have liked to swallow his load I was content to eat ass while he rubbed one off into the cushion. A long low moan and the sudden grip of his pucker on my tongue was the only indication that Kevin had achieved ejaculation. It sent a wave of blood to my cock and I was tempted to have another go at his hole but a slight snore from the otter told me our moment was over. With one last kiss to each hairy cheek I adjusted my stiffy, zipped and turned out the light. I quietly closed the door behind me and returned to the living room. Vince was sprawled on the love seat, his long frame dangling comically over the arm rests. He was asleep. Phillip too was conked out on the armchair a half drunk beer wedged in his crotch. Dale sat on the couch all too sober with a knowing grin on his face. I paused but smiled when I noticed the tent in his pants. He crooked a finger at me beckoning me over. "Let me have a taste of Kevin's ass," he said. With a glance at Vince I thought 'In for a penny, in for a pound'. I walked over passing by Phillip to grab the half drunk beer from his crotch and stood in front of Dale. He fished out my cock still slick with ass juice, spit and cum. I downed the beer tossing the can aside as I watched Dale feast on my meat. He was no stranger to cock and very good at reading my likes and dislikes. I began to wonder where this was going to lead. He let me know soon enough. "You made Kevin beg for your load and now its time for you to beg for mine," he ordered. We both glanced over at the blissfully sleeping Vince. "I want to fuck you right here in front of your boyfriend. I want your cheating ass within smelling distance of his snores." My cock throbbed and my hole spasmed but still I hesitated. I liked Vince, maybe was starting to fall in love. I certainly did not want to hurt him but the call of nature was loud in my ears and when a man orders you to bend over its a no brainer. Dale was calling the shots and I had no regrets once he undressed. He might be a plain as white bread with his baggy thrift store clothes but underneath his firm lightly muscled body belied a masculinity that promised a thorough breeding. I was a goner. He bent me over my face near Vince's as I braced myself for the onslaught. Dale wedged his face in my crack pushing spit in my hole in preparation for the fuck. He stopped to insist I let him know what I wanted. "Your load," was my answer. "Tell me all about it," he wanted more. With a twist of my nuts I understood the situation. "I want your raw cock in my hole," I pleaded. "Fuck my cheating ass, breed me." Dale moaned in my crack as my words spurred him on. "I need your nut man. Use my ass, make me yours." With a groan Dale reluctantly removed his tongue and stood pressing the head of his cock at my greedy pucker. "Back into me boy," he demanded. I complied my eyes nearly crossing at the blissful stretch of my hole as his thick meat took up residence in its cramped quarters. Once he bottomed out I was now half in love with Dale. The heat and hardness of his rod sending waves of pleasure through me. He began slowly letting the thrill of our mating pace itself. I gazed at Vince. His handsome face adorable in its slumber. I lightly kissed his slightly parted lips letting my tongue ever so carefully graze them. They parted even more. My eyes flew open to examine my boyfriend for any sign of alertness. He slept on. Daringly I pushed my tongue deeper tasting the beer fumes of his breath. Dale fucked harder. I knew better than to touch my cock. The thrill of tongue raping my sleeping boyfriend while his co-worker abused my ass had me right on the edge. I was in bareback fuck mode and needed my hole thoroughly banged and seeded. I pressed back making sure Dale understood how much I loved his cock in my hole, how much I needed him to unload his nut deep inside. I belonged to him at that moment to use as he wished. It was a righteous breeding. Eventually I had to abandon Vince to hold on tight as Dale revved up his efforts to deliver a truly brutal cornholing. I fucking loved it. Dales girthy meat had my hole hot and gaping as he delivered each thrust at a slightly different angle exploring every millimeter of my insides. When his nut came I thought he would break me so vigorous was the pounding he was meting out. I was putty in his hands even though his grip on my hips was nearly painful as he lost himself in the load his cock was jetting into me. I went to that special place you can only find when a real man is making you a part of him by injecting an essential part of himself. There is nothing in the world quite like taking a load. Its the best! When we calmed down Dale's cock showed no signs of flagging and I was not about to suggest he release me. As far as I was concerned Dale could bugger me all night long. A voice interrupted our post coital revelry. "Is this a party of two or can I join in." It was Phillip and he was stroking a monster of a cock. That smile was back on his face and I knew I was in for it. There was no way I could say no to a cock like that even though I doubted my ability to take such monumental column of man flesh. Dale put a stop to any thoughts of bailing. "I want to see that beast of a dick tearing up your cummy hole," he growled in my ear. "You'll get my second load after Phil here has plowed new territory for me." I involuntarily groaned with lust, need and terror. I knew it was going to be an ordeal but I wanted it. My greed for seed and the feel of cock invading my hole took over. These men could do whatever they wanted with me. My thoughts raced and I begged for a moment. I knew where Vince had a bottle of poppers in the freezer. I quickly retrieved it. Phillip was naked his cock looking even bigger and more sinister; the foreskin retracted completely revealing the pre-cum slicked head, red and shiny with the need to fuck. "On your back he ordered. I complied pulling my knees up to my chest. From my position next to the couch I could watch Vince as the men used me. My twisted mind loved it, my cock throbbed in anticipation of the three-way that was about to happen. Dale lowered his ass over my face being sure to hook my knees so Phillip could have easy access to my hole. I let my tongue leisurely slide across Dales puckered hole, taking my time savoring his crack. He pressed himself into me luckily suppressing the scream as Phil pushed his rampant cock into me. It took my breath away. In an act of supreme kindness Dale hopped off in order to feed me several long hits of the poppers. All the while Phillip never let up in his endless effort to stuff every inch of his python deep in my guts. The fat head of the serpent sought out new territory to explore as it inch further and deeper than I had ever experienced before. I was out of my mind with the wonder of being so thoroughly filled. Dale resumed position and I got to work with my own exploration of his ass. Dale was appreciative of my efforts grinding his ass into my face encouraging me to dig deeper. Dales asshole was my new bestfriend and I wanted to move in. God damn I love eating ass! Meanwhile Phillip had bottomed out and I was coming to terms with new arrangement of my insides. I was proud of myself and excited to have Phillip fuck and breed me. It proved to be a marathon. Dale finally had to move aside as the furious fucking Phillip delivered had me gasping for breath. Phillip clung to me like a limpet his cock anchoring him at one end and his tongue down my throat at the other. I knew he could taste Dale's ass on my lips and that only made him fuck harder. I didn't know being fuck like that, fucked so deeply and completely, that it took you to a whole different place in the erotic pantheon of sensations. It was incredible. I greedily bucked by hips wanting more and more cock. Phillip was a silent cummer as he spewed his seed so deep into me it would be several hours before I would begin to feel it ooze out of my puffy but well satisfied hole. Dale barely let Phillip enjoy his nut before before he pushed him aside for sloppy seconds or is that thirds? His second nut came quickly as his passions had escalated while watching Phillip skewer me with porn star quality dick. I happily received his load wondering if he could even feel anything as my hole felt wide open and slick with sperm. A quick glance showed me Vince was still off in dreamland. Liquor did have a tendency to put him in a coma. As a final surprise Kevin staggered out of the extra room his hard-on leading the way. He grinned at me and I knew I was going to get one more load. Kevin demanded I flip over so he could fuck me the way I had fucked him. I finally got to feel his pelt on my bare skin as he mounted me his entry eased by the jizz leaking out of my well fucked hole. I pushed my ass back greedy for his cock. Kevin was a tender lover skewering me with slow but passionate thrusts. He nibbled at my neck and shoulders. With a shudder he released his load into me and I came for a second time that night as my bone rubbed one out into the carpet. With guilty laughs we all grabbed wet towels to clean off and dress. I tentatively suggested we might do it again perhaps without sleeping beauty in attendance. The next morning Vince asked me what was wrong with my back. A look in the mirror revealed some minor rug burns, evidence of Phillip and Dale's energetic fucking. My cock boned up thinking about it. I mentioned something about exercising on the carpet before pushing Vince down on the bed. He tried to beg off but I needed to fuck. It was pump and dump, a boning for my pleasure only. I was fucking Vince but I thought of Kevin. I was going to have to do something about that.

When I was in high school I hooked up with a much older guy and I noticed right away he had warts on his cock so I asked him to wrap up but as he was fucking me it was really bothering me that he wasn’t going to cum in me to I took it off him and took my chances. lol I got anal warts… it cleared pretty quick and I don’t regret it because it was kinda hot and a few guys were really into my hole like that.

I'v sucked both my dad and brother in law. (My dad is the same size(cock wize) and my brother in law is smaller) We(brother in law and I) when on a trip taking some stuff in a small van to there house in the south of france. We talked about all sort including gay stuff, I am open with my family. When we got there I cocked dinner and as re relaxed after he on one sofe and I on the other he started reading a small porn mag he got at one of the petrol stations. After a while he said "you'v talled so much about sucking cock whey not just this ones come over and suck mine. Get your wish to do it out your system). As for my Dad that's a much longer story.

My father is adamant about not taking any pictures or videos of me sucking his cock. (mostly cause he knows I would post them all over the internet) but I would LOVE to have pictures and videos of me deepthroating his cock and swallowing some brothers and sisters. in a perfect world I would have videos of him fucking me and breeding my ass. Wondering if any other daddy suckers have managed to get pics of themselves with their fathers cock in their mouth or up their ass. also wonder if any dirty fathers have pictures of their biological son sucking their cock.

Dawson is my all time bareback hero too ....... there was no acting with him - you just know he craved raw cock and needed to be bred ...... a truly handsome, beautiful, wonderful man!

Depends on the car. With a decent back seat you can push the front seats all the way forward to open up a nice bit of space for shenanigans, something I have done more than once. With a nice bit of head room you can push the passenger seat into recline and then climb on top of the occupant. If the aim is to keep the doors closed and cold night air at bay then the options can become limited.

its is as you say, being fucked bare first time just brought me to what I am: cocksucking gloryhole slut

Hey I like this question. I thought of John Holmes , and Jeff Palmer. Some of his stuff when I was running around as a 20 year old was influential for sure, that’s when I was like. Fuckit I’m taking whatever they shoot in me, and I’m not getting stressed about it. Thinking of Holmes ducking around as thin Poz pornographic actor was a turn on as y’all might expect

I am glad Michigan and Indiana still have bookstores. I would so much rather cruise there than sit online.

Anyone who cruised on the streets 20 years ago and who experienced being cruised by big dick men untill you both ended up in a theater or pornographic book store with a warm wet semenated ass. And it happened Without messaging back and forth looking at bad spelling. Was way more exciting because you’re out and trying to get the job done. I got picked up every weekend for a good year first time was before my 18th birthday. Was so exciting, I was hooked on the crazy riskiness. No regrets. Gloryholes were busier too. Though couple places still alive and worth going to. I guess I feel like going now🐷

Like some other tops who have responded, it totally depends on the man as well as the scene. If it is a quick hotel cumdump, I likely don’t care or think about him again at all. I also don’t care for those scenes very much, so I don’t attend them very often. If we are playing at a private sex party (where I figure the point is to try out many asses and breed the best) I will keep track of the men—and breed the best butt. I have added many men to my list of regulars this way. If I am at a bathhouse or bookstore it is likely just a mix of various holes—but a good one will keep me interested. I have met men who have become regulars this way, too. If we are meeting in my playroom for fucking or fisting (or both) the bottom is likely someone I met at one of the above. Here I work very hard at having a great connection and some growth with the guy—so that we please each other more each time we meet.

As a true poz eunuch sub , I have no say in what a Dom calls me or what they do to me my my sole purpose in life is to do whatever a Dom commands of me .

Means exactly what it says! No one in 2021 in the US should be afraid/ ashamed to come out or to have great sex

I think it's quite healthy for gay men to have close platonic friendships with straight men. I have such a situation. I am attracted to him. He knows I'm gay. He's married (to a woman) who knows about me. I do think he may be closeted, but that's for him to sort out. He's a good friend. That's all that counts. Do yourself a huge favor and get some dick/ass elsewhere. And don't fuck this co-worker or any future ones either. You think you're feeling conflicted now? Just imagine how you'll feel if you start fucking him and things turn sour. Run all the scenarios in your head, not just the positive ones. Why is it that when some of us form a deep emotional attachment to someone, we think the final frontier is to be sexual? Enjoy what you have. Don't mess it up trying to make it into what you want it to be. Why not concentrate on meeting and building something with a gay man? Your options may be limited where you live so maybe it might be someone in another location. That will be healthier for you in the long run than longing for this co-worker. He sees you as a friend. He may even be sexually curious about you, but not every fantasy needs to become a reality. You come across as a warm, caring and very sensitive guy who is lonely. Protect your heart. Find a therapist to talk this out, even if it's online. Take a vacation someplace warm and get laid, ok?

Time for some tough love. Of course the decision is yours but are you a man or a mouse? There are selfish assholes out there who would take advantage of a rube. You don’t have to be a victim. As for stealthers that’s fairly rare. Have you noticed how many chasers on here are looking for gifters and can’t find them? Full blown aids tops are not that easy to find and they are not all trying poz ignorant bottoms. Statistically speaking you are unlikely to get HIV with a few precautions. Do your research. If you are smart I’d say you can be 100% safe and still get boned. This site can skew your perspective because many of us are cock hungry cumdumps who let the little head do all the thinking. I know the risks of barebacking and I accept that. You don’t have to go that route. Get out there, meet some men, get to know the ones that turn your crank. Seems like trust is your issue so find a man you trust and be honest with him about your fears and your needs. Once you find ‘the one’ get tested together, maybe go on Prep, buy some condoms and get what you need. What I am saying is be in control of your sex life. Create a situation you are comfortable in and get some cock dude. Life is short and nights can be long so make hay while the sun shines.

Completely covered in fur here, growing up I hated it on myself and tried shaving, waxing etc. which is a lot of work....and itchy. As I've got older I've slowly began to appreciate it more, and that a lot of guys love it too 😜

I have 11 uncles! I was molested by one who I did not like, wah, and lusted after another who never touched me. He could have done anything he wanted to me at any time but unfortunately was not inclined in that direction or at least did not pick up on the fact I wanted his cock in me. I am jealous of guys who have had the experience I craved. It’s not for everyone of course, as for me getting fucked by my uncle would have made me a happy camper. I still would bend over for him.

My first father and son threeway was with my father and older jock brother. They were also the first to spit roast and DP me. When the DP'd me for the first time, they used my cum as lube. It was so hot knowing I had my cum as well as their cum inside my ass. My dad gave me to two of his brother's (my uncles) to fuck my throat and ass as they got drunk, angry and horny playing poker. Dad had 8 brothers, and all of them had drug and alcohol problems (probably from being in the Marines during the Vietnam War). I think sex with family members were some of the hottest sexual experiences I ever had. It could be due to my age at the time (14-19), being relatively inexperienced, pleasing masculine men I looked up to and fantasized about, shared secret sexual incestuous experiences, and being told how hot and good I was at taking their cocks and cum (sense of pride) especially when they brought other guys with them to demonstrate what a hot fuck or good cock sucker I was. The free alcohol, pot, and drugs they often provided me was also an added benefit.

Woke up this morning to find I'm being poked in the back by the cock of a mate who stayed over last night. He's a bottom too and has long since decided he doesn't enjoy/cum during sex so it's never been an issue for us to share a bed (we're both bottoms). But his cock seems to want something from me... When I ask if he'd like to play my friend is indifferent, but he's never been much of a decision maker. I push him onto his back and climb on top. I always keep lube and poppers on my side's bedside table and with the help of both and his approval I slide all the way down on his surprisingly girthy cock while he just lies back and watches... "It's tight!" he says, off guard - and when I clamp down on his cock a little moan escape his lips as his eyes flutter back in his head, involuntarily. I'm not normally such a power bottom, I prefer being the one getting pounded, but I'm horny for it today and ride the length of his cock like an absolute pro. "I think... ugh... I'm getting close" he says... I ask him if he wants to cum. He does. He pivots himself up onto his elbows to watch me work but not for long as I pick up the pace and he begins to moan louder and louder, throwing his head back and then collapsing completely back into the pillows as I ride him through a lengthy orgasm. The feel of his thick cock pulsing as he fills me up, combined with the look of ecstasy on his face is enough to send me over the edge and I shoot my own thick load over his torso. Note to self: ride more men in future.

My last load was from a guy I met on A4A. He hosted me one morning. His cock was 8.5x6 about. Anyway I told him I wanted him raw (BB). Being dominant he decided all I was worthy of was his and my saliva as lube. That’s was a rough deep fuck. When he unloaded I could feel his warm cum coat my ass and the friction went away until the next mounting. My legs were over his shoulders and he plowed the hell out of my ass; he kind of mean about it then deliver another load and sent me packing.

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 would think the title would have been a dead giveaway to the type of story to expect. Personally, I'm not a fan of the stories where pigs just beg to be chemmed and fucked because there's really no plot or suspense to it. I don't support non-consensual activities IRL either, but this is fantasy, and fantasy should push the boundaries of what we can get away with in reality. Personally, I hope we get more of this story. I skip past many stories that don't excite me without commenting. To each their own, but this story seems pretty in line with what I've come to expect from this forum. Keep it coming!!

The Raw Adventures of Jack (Part 2) I never saw my Indian boy again. Huw and I went back to that club on many occasions but despite my searching there was no horny little Indian boy to be found. I couldn’t stop thinking about him – I day-dreamed about him clamped to me, arms wrapped round me, his sharp pencil cock pumping his sperm into me. Of course, the more I thought about it the more I wanted it and it’s obvious to me now that that was when I started converting to barebacking! I had always loved cock; I’d always been fascinated by cum in all its glorious different forms; but now I was beginning to crave it in my ass …. though the days of my barebacking other guys was way off just now. It must have been a good six months later, on a really cold winter’s evening, that I found myself back at the club. Huw was off somewhere no doubt getting fucked senseless so I was alone. I was wrapped up warm against the cold, a thick black hoodie and grey scarf over my white t-shirt and black jeans. – in the dark I would be virtually invisible. I drank a beer and headed upstairs – no Indian boy in the toilet this time but I enjoyed a good long piss there in some kind of commemoration! The side rooms were jammed full of men having sex. A plump man was trying to squeeze into the ‘fuck room’ but he was finding it difficult to get in; the ’piss room’ was equally cramped. So it was busier than usual in the large open room where the porn was playing – there was the usual leather vid on one tv and the twink film on the other. I could see that the darker corners were busy and the movement suggested at least one frenzied group fuck; a number of guys were standing around watching, cocks out masturbating. I remember thinking that the chances of my draining my balls that night were probably good. I leant against the wall. To one side there was a pool table. No game tonight though one older guy was flat out on top, almost completely naked stroking his meat. At the end of the table away from the flickering tv light, an athletic young man was getting blown – he looked really disinterested in the man on his knees in front of him, working hard on his long white cock; the youngster kept his eyes on the writhing mass of men in the corner of the room, whilst occasionally drawing deeply from his cigarette. It was obvious the poor man on his knees would not be rewarded with the longed-for mouthful of freshly squeezed sperm and indeed, in due course, the athletic guy pushed him aside and waddled over to the corner of the room, his jeans pulled up round his knees and his long curved cock bouncing out in front of him; an alpha stud like him would no doubt very quickly be the central focus of the horny group fucking in the gloomy corner. The disappointed cocksucker moved further along the back of the pool table where a small group of random guys were leaning, half-sitting on the wooden table edge. The poor guy had no takers there and disappeared to try his chances elsewhere. I noticed an attractively shaped guy in this small group of men – tall, like me, his hoodie still up over his head; he had a thick dark beard and was wearing a pair of those looped circular ‘student’ glasses that used to be all the rage – nice …… old school. He was quite scrawny so not a swimmer like me, but I detected tasty wisps of dark hair sprouting over the top of his printed t-shirt. He had one hand stuffed down the front of his blue jeans and his long thin legs were spread slightly apart. Like the others he was watching the group fuck in the gloomy corner. He whispered something in the ear of the guy next to him and it was clear they were friends. Our young athletic man was by now impaled up the ass of a well-built and fully naked Black guy. This would have made a good video for the televisions if it were not for the dim light; the frenzied masturbators circled round and occasionally one would grimace and groan as he couldn’t hold back the forces ripping through his body. I half wondered where all the sperm was going and smiled to myself. Yup, this could be a porn movie. All we’d need was someone to start a commentary: ‘Yeah man. Fuck his tight ass!’ or ‘Take that big cock!’ but there was no talk and little noise from the participants but for the heavy breathing and occasional groans and slaps as the men worked at sex together. I let slip a small laugh. I looked back at the hot hoodie and found he was staring at me. Shit! My stomach seemed to fall through the floor. I looked away quickly, but when I looked back he was still looking intently at me and now smiling. Oh fuck - I’m never good at this bit. He must have seen me laughing at the group fuck. My stomach continued to sink. Hoodie turned and whispered to his friend before walking casually across the room. As he approached me, he pushed his hood back to reveal a shock of short thick curly hair. Wow. He was lovely! ‘Can I cadge a cigarette, man?’ he asked. A foreign accent … maybe Danish or something? ‘I don’t smoke, sorry.’ Why didn’t I just carry some cigarettes for just this kind of occasion? I’m a total twat, I thought. ‘No worries. I just wanted an excuse to talk with you.’ Oh right. Of course, I realise I enjoy watching people all the time and can do it for ages, but I always forget other people do it too. Had he been checking me out? ‘You look pretty fit. You play sports?’ Hoodie asked ‘I swim for the university.’ I said way too quickly. Shit! I’ll be telling him my real name next. Slow down, boy. Take it easy. ‘That explains the shoulders.’ He reached out and squeezed my deltoids. ‘Nice and firm.’ He smiled, his beard and moustache hair curling gently round his lips. He looked into my eyes. He had lovely big eyes, deep brown ….. he held my look ….. and kept looking just that little bit too long. He wasn’t smiling now. His body was close. My heartbeat was pounding in my neck and I could hear my own breath coming deep and fast through my nostrils. His hips brushed against me. His mouth opened slightly and his tongue touched inside his upper lip. The fingers of his right hand brushed against my cheek as he oh so gently slipped it behind my neck and pulled me towards him. I instinctively opened my mouth as he leant in to kiss me. I folded into him and I felt a goose-pimpled shiver as our bodies slid together. I put my arms through the flaps of his open hoodie and felt the hard bony contours of his body. It was incredibly warm inside his clothes. I could feel the sweaty dampness under his armpits and I reached round to run my fingers into the hollow ridges of his back. He had a lovely tight body. His tongue probed my mouth and his soft facial hair brushed my skin. By now, my cock was so fucking hard, straining uncomfortably in my pants. It seemed that we kissed for a long time, but I guess it was only a minute or so before we came up for air. I quickly rearranged my groin for better comfort. Hoodie watched me and smiled again, such a lovely smile. ‘I noticed you the second you came in,’ he said quietly. Oh shit I thought. My stomach sank again. ‘Black suits you.’ I half smiled. What the fuck could I say? You look good too. Fucking lame. I didn’t say anything. ‘Well ….’ I blurted out. Yup. I am a twat. Then something happened so unexpectedly that to this day I’m not sure how I had the balls. ‘Look’, Hoodie’s tone became business-like. ‘I am about to leave. My friend has a car and we live the other side of town. I’ve got to go. I have to get home. Do you fancy coming back with us?’ I would like to say I weighed up the situation carefully. A guy I’ve known for less than 5 minutes, who I’ve snogged and looks like sex on legs wants me to get in a car with him and his equally unknown friend. There’s the strong possibility they might be serial killers …. but there’s an equally strong possibility that Hoodie and I are going to fuck our brains out, hopefully all night, so ….. ‘Sure. Yep. I’d like to!’ Hoodie smiled again, slipped his tongue into my mouth, before walking back over to his friend by the pool table. Just about then the young athletic guy started emptying his balls deep into the ass of his unknown partner.

The Raw Adventures of Jack (Part 1) Hey guys! My name is Jack …. well actually it’s David really, but when I was a youngster I definitely didn’t want to use my real name and anyway I kind of felt like a Jack, so I was Jack. I’m now the wrong side of 50 years of age and you can tell - my beard is white down the sides; my chest hair is a grey straggling mess between nipples long and distended by piercings and too much tugging; I’m pretty much bald these days with more hair wisping round my shoulders! You can tell from my build that I once had a good physique but my belly now sags a little and my once strong hairy thighs no longer evince those looks of envy. Don’t get me wrong – I can still get it up and service a hot ass as I ever did but maybe I’m a bit more particular these days. Nowadays I’m David and a good daddy. I did once look the business though and I had some good times ….. yep, really good times. Let me tell you about my raw adventures when I was Jack! When I was about 19 years old, I used to go to bars in the centre of London with my friend Huw – we were like chalk and cheese: I was tall, well-built, broad shoulders from being on the swimming team, dark hair and quiet; Huw was short, slender, red-haired and fiery with it; Huw didn’t play sports unless talking is a sport! The only thing we had in common was our pale skin and light blue eyes. Huw and I would meet up after college and hit a bar, drink too much beer and fail to pick up the guys we fancied. Huw was too brash and put guys off; I was always way too quiet and by the time I plucked up courage to speak to a man, he’d usually left or hooked up with someone else. We were not good at cruising! A new club had opened up in a quiet suburb of the city. It was clear from the advert that this club was a place to ‘do it’, a good venue for casual sex, and since we never seemed to pick up guys in the city centre, this seemed like a good place for Huw and I to try to get laid or at least drain our balls! The club was a bus ride away and I met Huw after my practice swim in the city centre. The club was in a really old hotel on a once busy road near a housing estate; now rather dilapidated, it looked distinctly uninviting. All the windows were blacked up and you entered through a closed door round the side. Knock twice and show your ID. We summoned up courage and got in. Huw and I sussed out the place pretty fast. Downstairs was a normal bar of kinds, not overly full, but fairly normal. The toilets out the back were real toilets; no blow-jobs here or guys sitting in the urinal waiting to get pissed on! I think that’s what we expected. No, all the action seemed to be going on upstairs via a door the other side from the entrance – lots of men were disappearing through that door and not coming back. Huw headed off pretty quickly and I lost him for most of the rest of the night. One thing we had successfully learned in our youthful innocence – don’t go cruising with your best friend; it just cramps your style! After a while, almost a pint and a half of beer later, I thought I’d go take a look. The door led into a stairwell that headed up to the right and to the next floor. There was a single light bulb lighting the staircase devoid of carpet. At the top was a long dim corridor with doors on either side but at the end I could see a room dimly lit by the flickering light of a television; the loud sounds echoing down the corridor told me that the guys there were watching porn. Inside the room I discovered that there were actually two tvs showing different porn – one a leather scene, the other twinks. Neither interested me really but the sounds of sex, the slurping groaning sounds of sex did start getting me horny. I noticed in the dim corners of the room, guys were making out. I wondered where Huw might be. One of the rooms on the corridor opened and closed frequently and I caught glimpses of a darkish room lit only by orange lamplit weakly filtering through a high fanlight. Poking my nose inside, I could see a room full of men – there was no speaking, no real noise except the low rustle and gurgle of bodies entwined and the occasional slap of flesh on flesh. I found Huw pretty easily in the centre of a writhing group of men. He had his jeans round his ankles and a guy was kneeling behind him, face glued to his skinny white butt. I closed the door – at least Huw might get his rocks off tonight. By now, I had a hard-on induced mainly by the proximity of so much horny sex going on. Unlike Huw I wasn’t in jeans; I was fresh from training at the swimming pool and my track suit showed my excitement all too clearly. Despite my erection, I needed to piss. There were more men through the door the other side of the corridor. Here there was a bath and two guys half lying in it, toe to toe; it was clear that the men round and about were pissing on the men in the bath. Despite my need to empty my bladder, I really didn’t want to get involved; this was not my scene at that time. I closed the door – of course I could go downstairs but I really didn’t want to show off in the bright lights of the bar the tent I had grown in my track suit, if I could possibly avoid it. At the far end of the corridor I discovered a single toilet …. except …… there was someone in there kneeling on the floor. If he wanted me to piss on him or give him a blowjob ….. no way. But I was quite desperate now. ‘Hey look. D’you mind? I need a slash. Can I just use this room for a minute?’ I noticed the someone was actually a young Asian boy, Indian probably, shirt off and wearing red shorts, dark skin, jet black hair and brilliant white teeth. ‘Sure’ said the boy, but he didn’t move. I moved in past him and got my still fairly stiff cock out. The boy watched me. ‘Look. I need to piss and I don’t think I can do it if you watch me like that!’ He smiled and moved behind me. He closed the door and I thought he’d left, but suddenly I realised he was standing behind me. He slid the bolt on the door. Now you know what it’s like when you try to take a piss when you have a hard-on – not an easy thing to do. I had lost my erection a little bit but it was still fairly firm. I stood back from the bowl and pointed my cock down …… the piss started fitfully to flow. Just then I felt a hand on my ass and the boy poked his head under my arm and watched the flow. This was not going to help, but I couldn’t stop now. His hand slipped inside the elastic band of my track suit bottoms. ‘I’m almost done, mate!’ I said softly. ‘No hurry,’ my friend replied. His hand softly massaged first one butt cheek and then the other. I tried to concentrate on finishing my piss. Then a couple of fingers slid in towards my crack. ‘Look. I’m finished,’ I said quickly and half turned, but his hand held onto my rear. ‘What’s the matter? Don’t you like me?’ said the boy. In fact his cheeky grin, that flash of white teeth, the darkness of his eyes …. He was a very good looking boy, about my age I'd guess. He pushed me back towards the toilet bowl, pulled my track suit down and knelt behind me. His fingers found my hole and gently rubbed. He spat and then his tongue started doing some serious stuff. This was lovely and although it wasn’t actually my first time, it was certainly the first time I really wanted my partner to do this. ‘Do you want a rubber?’ I whispered. That tongue was heavenly. The boy said nothing. ‘Have you got a rubber?’ I said again. There was a muffled noise which I took to be acquiescence but at this point I really didn’t care. The boy stood up and suddenly I felt a stabbing pain as he pushed his cock into my ass. Shit! It felt like a long sharp pencil. Oh my god that hurt. He put his arms round my middle and clung to my back while I leant forwards for the wall. He was like a dog on heat, this small dark creature impaled inside me, pile-driving me. He made little gasps and whimpers. He went at it like he was a machine. Slowly the long hard pencil felt easier to take. It was hot and cramped in that little room but it was clear the boy desperately needed to hump and it was my furry ass he wanted …. and then suddenly he stopped. He stayed arms wrapped round me. We didn’t move. ‘Are you okay?’ I asked, but he just started up again. I held on to the water pipe of the cistern as the boy ripped into me for round two. One moment, he pulled out, but in another second that rock hard pencil was stuck inside my ass again. The whimpers and gasps kept on until I felt his arms grip me really close and tight and then the pencil suddenly jabbed deep inside. It was such a passionate moment as he came, strongly and tight around me but oh so quietly. We stayed locked together for a while. Neither of us said anything. Eventually the pencil was removed and I turned around. The boy was shining with sweat, his eyes closed, breathing deeply and his long pencil-like cock beginning to shrivel. It was then I realised there was no rubber. I felt round to my sore hole and felt the dampness. Was that his sweat or his sperm? I felt in deep and then rubbed my fingers. The boy’s cum was dribbling out of my ass. Quickly my Indian breeder pulled up his shorts, pulled back the bolt and made an exit, pausing for the briefest of moments to kiss my face. ‘You have a great ass!’ he whispered and then he was gone! As I cleaned up and made an exit, slightly unsteady on my feet, I considered whether I’d own up to Huw that I’d just had a deep breeding by the cutest of Indian boys. No, probably not ….. and I started down the stairs.

I don't take all that much Cock up my gut, but when I do, it's to feel totally "connected" to the guy, his Cock, and by extension, all the other Holes he's bred. I don't particularly like getting fucked, but I absolutely love the feeling of "connection" to every other BreedHole, every other BreedCock, every other Pig-in-Lust, every other Brother ... kinda on the ethereal side of it, but ... there it is. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

I recently met a 53 year old tranny who's been her father's "girl" since she turned 18, unfortunately they have never taken pics or videos of them younger but have a few pics now, she sent me this pic and said "this was my weekend every weekend getting a new cock in front of my dad is my life" I'll ask the slut if I can have them and share

xxx adult bookstores and videobooths are an important part of the gay cultural imperative and a much needed ingredient of a properly balanced gay adult performance diet! 1977 22 tall slender blonde blue eyed twink type wearing tight tee shirt and boy shorts cuttoffs I was a regular at these places having the time of my young life!You had to use tokens back then,and purchase of a couple bucks was required to enter the film arcade where there were booths with locking doors....the man selling tokens took a long look at me smiled and gave me 10 bucks worth for free!Figured I would be good for business and he was right,several men who had been browsing books and mags out front followed me into the arcade after buying tokens.The booths way at the back always hade the gay flicks so thats where I headed and turned the sound wayyy up to advertise.Most guys just wanted a blowjob and every once in a while to fuck...but that was rare.Sometimes went back to their place for more engaged sex but usually just BJ's.Many of the men met there were probably married leading a straight life.....but I loved pleasing them.:)

Barry had no desire to cramp Jason's sexual style and encouraged him to go off and sow his wild oats from time to time. But even to Jason's surprise, he was strangely content. Actually it was not entirely surprising as they had sex morning, noon, and night literally every day. One day mid morning Jason arrived at Barry's workshop to find him in conversation with an elderly couple that were ordering a custom made piece of furniture. As they left the door was hardly closed before Jason had Barry's cock out of his pants and in his mouth. It did not take long for Barry to unload and Jason to swallow. This was a good because Jason was barely standing and still wiping his lips when the next customers came through the door. That night when Barry returned from work to find Jason at the stove cooking in his usual kitchen apparel, nothing but a bibbed apron, he grabbed a condom, fished out his cock and fucked Jason as he stood stirring. As Barry was removing the filled condom Jason turned and kissed Barry saying; "And a welcome home to you to." The months went by in harmonious bliss. If either were out of town on work or business they would check in with each other by phone two or three times per day. They were inseparable. A year and a half and literally cartons of condoms in Jason began to suggest they could dispense with the condoms. After all they were happily monogamous. Barry was still quite reluctant. But, finally on Jason's birthday Barry surprised Jason. Reaching to grab the condom, making a point of showing it to Jason, taking it out of it's package, smiling like a Cheshire cat, he then tossed it over his shoulder. Barry then spit on his cock and slid in raw. Neither of them could believe how wonderful this skin on skin contact felt. Their usual unhurried love making transformed instantly into animalistic rutting. As Barry pounded his ass Jason enthusiastically encouraged between satisfied moans and groans; "oh fuckin A man ... bareback my ass Barry. Yeah harder ... deeper ... tear my ass apart you wild bull in heat. " Jason was totally surprised to hear his usually mild mannered partner growl back; "gonna fucking destroy your ass bitch. Gonna pound this raw cock so deep it comes out your mouth. Fuckin take it slut. Not stoppin 'til I flood your sorry ass." And within three minutes of ass pounding furry Barry's cock exploded with wad after wad of hot cum deep in Jason's guts. Feeling the wet blasts in his ass for the first time in his life catapulted Jason over the top with a hands free orgasm splattering over both their torsos and faces. One blast shot right into Barry's eye. Totally spent Barry collapsed on Jason and it took a full five minutes for each of them to catch their breath. Jason was first to speak; "Barry you fuckin wild bull! That was fuckin amazing! I feel like I just lost my Gd damn virginity. ... I love being your bareback slut bitch. I love your hot cum in my ass. ... wow ... Thank you!" "Happy Birthday Bitch. And I've got to say, that's the most satisfying gift I've ever given anybody. I hope you're ready for more. " Barry could hardly finish as Jason responded; "fuck yeah man, anytime, anyplace, just shove in raw and blast away. " "No", bounced back Barry;"you idiot I hope you are ready for more right now. My naked cocks already in you and primed for another round. " Sure enough Jason could feel his lovers naked cock growing bigger and harder. As Barry started to fuck Jason he bent down and kissed the tears of joy from his partners eyes and cheeks. Neither of them got much sleep that night or for the next week as Barry kept pumping his DNA into Jason's always eager and prone ass at every opportunity.

Seeding my son After about ten minutes of enjoying Tom's mouth pleasuring my cock, I pushed him down on the bed and spread his legs, dove-in and began to eat his young neg pussy, getting it wet for its first poz breeding. Tom moaned and squirmed as my tongue worked to get inside his hole, slowly opening it up for the later invasion by my cock. As his bud begins to open to my tongue, I start rubbing my thumb along the edge and slowly inserting it. Soon, I can get both thumbs in and spread out his hole. My first two fingers begin to slide in, and soon they are doing what comes natural to them. My nails begin to dig into his lining, making small tears for my bug to get into his system with. "Please, Dad," begged Tom, "get that poz cock in my cunt and give me your bug. Make me poz with the same cum that made me!" I looked into his eyes and saw the desire, the want, the need in there. Still I asked "Are you sure you want this?" "Yes, Dad, breed me with your poz cum!" I leaned down and kissed him as my cock found his hole and began to slide into his neg cunt. Soon I felt my balls hit his ass, and knew I was going to blast his hole with my poz seed even if he asked me to pull out now. I slowly began to slide my cock in and out of his cunt, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Tom moaned in pleasure as my cock pounded his hole, tearing it up more as I broke through his second ring and really started to pound him into the mattress. Since I knew he was going to be taking loads all night from Dave and me, I let my first batch of Swimmers build quicker than I normally would, so soon I felt the tingle in my balls that signaled my poz cum would soon be impregnating my son. "Last chance, son," I cautioned. "Give it to me, Dad. Plant your seed in me." "All right, here you go!" And with that I shoved all nine inches into him and let go. It was a good sized load, and Dave would soon be using it to fuck his own loads into my son to make him our son. I stayed inside till I knew all my seed was now in his ass, then I slowly withdrew. Dave was standing beside me, and as soon as I was out, he climbed onto the bed and lined-up his cock. I lay down beside Tom and we kissed as Dave's eight inch plus cut cock slid into Tom's cunt, remarking "That load feels so good in there. Your cunt will be well on its way to being infected soon," as he pounded Tom into the mattress. Tom, meanwhile, moaned in pleasure around my kiss. When Dave took-over kissing Tom, I got off the bed to retrieve a few things to help Tom's conversion. When I got back from the bathroom, Tom was writhing under Dave. I knew from watching Dave breed other boys, that he was getting close to adding his poison seed with mine in my son. As I climbed back onto the bed, I grabbed the plug from the nightstand, and just as I began to give Tom another kiss, Dave groaned "Take my dirty seed, son!" Dave stayed in Tom until his entire load was planted deep inside. While he slowly pulled out, he kissed Tom. Once his cock slipped out of Tom's cunt, I pulled my surprise from behind my back: a new hard bristle toothbrush. Tom smiled at me when he saw it, and grabbed his ankles, giving me full access to his now opened and well bred cunt. I slid the brush into him and began to vigorously brush his innards to help his lining become even more receptive to allowing the virus into his system. While brushing his hole, my cock sprang back to life. Once I was sure that the brushing had done its part of the job, I pulled the brush out, and sure enough, the bristles were a nice shade of dark pink. I showed it to Tom as I lined my hard cock up with his cunt again and sank into it. This fuck, I took my time with and varied my technique as I gave him pleasure as well as continuing to work that deadly seed into his ass lining. Tom's cock had stayed rock hard the entire time we had been fucking him, which was close to an hour now, and Tom's breathing began to change, and I realized that he was getting close to shooting his possibly last neg load. Dave noticed it too, and leaned down and took Tom's cock into his mouth. As Dave went down to Tom's balls, Tom grabbed the back of his head and kept him there as he groaned, shooting his load into Dave's mouth. The sensation of my son's ass clenching around my cock as he shot into my boyfriend's mouth caused me to go over the edge, and a few strokes later I growled too and shot my second life-changing load into his cunt. Dave rolled off, and, for the second time that afternoon, I slowly pulled out of Tom's cunt, which was most definitely destroyed. Reaching over, I grabbed the plug and slid it in, remarking "That will keep those loads in there until we can recharge and add some more." Tom leaned-up and kissed first me, and then Dave, thanking us by saying "I hope your gift takes soon. This has been exactly what I wanted." "Well, if I know our seed, in about two weeks you will be sick as a dog." We all spent the rest of that weekend fucking my son, and we all knew that when he left to go back to school on Monday morning that he was well on his way to being infected. The next few weeks Tom spent every moment he could with one or the both of us getting fucked and brushed and every other trick we could come up with to ensure that he would come down with our bug, and sure enough, a few weeks after our initial meet-up, Tom came over and felt sick from the fuck flu. Dave and I spent the weekend taking care of him and giving him more of our toxic cum. A few weeks after he was better, I sent him to the free clinic where he learned he was now carrying our strain in his system. We all went out to celebrate, and it was then that Tom told us that now that he was confirmed poz, that he wanted to spread it to the guys on his wrestling team. Dave and I offered to help if any of the guys would be up to it. He smiled at us, and said he knew a couple of guys that would like to be fucked by some hot daddies.