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Matt reached under MJ's wifebeater to stroke his hairy chest, grabbing NJ's hand so he could do the same. "While we were picking up dinner daddy Ty and I had a talk. Our first fuck should be the one to infect you, so a few broken blood vessels will make fertile ground for my seed. You and I both know that it'll be ay more intimate and loving than an ordinary fuck, likely the same level of intimacy as with daddy Ty, just different because you're the man I created!" Next door, Ty led TH upstairs to his son's bathroom. Picking up TJ's toothbrush, he asked, "Do you know what we'll be doing with this?" "I've read about hole brushing as part of the pozzing process, and using my own toothbrush to do it will add to the intimacy." TJ replied. "Dad, you're so good to me. Just think, tonight you'll become my lover, fucking me poz with the cock that created me." As Ty and TJ returned, Matt said, "Now that we're all here, I think we need to give you young men a total cleanout. My bathroom has a huge shower and 2 separate hoses. It's also a his and his with 2 toilets. Let's take off what little we're wearing and leave it here. We won't be leaving our bed except to eat and use the bathroom." Naked, the 4 of them practically ran up the stairs, with MJ taking a brief detour to get his toothbrush, setting it down next to TJ's on the nightstand. In the shower, the 2 young men stood under the shower heads. Both valves were set for the hose. "Hands against the wall. Ty, insert the hose into TJ's butt while I do the same with MJ." They did just that. "Water on!" Less tan a minute later, they slid the hoses out. "Now, into the bedroom until you're ready to expel." MJ and TJ emptied their bowels and after a second round of the hose, everything was clear. To be continued

A 19 year old in neighborhood graduated school Sunday .I asked him what he wanted for graduation I was thinking something for college etc I did know he was gay he replied he wanted to try to top bareback. He came over last night. When he undressed he had a thick 6 inch dick. long story short he fucked me 4 times I feel asleep He work me up with a nibble on my neck and his dick up my ass pumping in number 5

I never had much luck with having bathhouses around. I was 17 when I left home and moved to a city to study and cruised the park every night (age of consent is 16 here). Got fucked every night I went, which was I think probably most nights 😉 A young horny blonde guy with a bubble butt is an easy target LOL. But there was no bathhouse there. And then at that age I probably wouldn't have known about it. Pre-internet. 5 years later I moved to a bigger city to go to university. Also no bathhouse but being a student and getting discounts I was clubbing a few times a week and being a 22yo slut got me laid every time I went. Then in my mid 20s I had heard/read about bathhouses in Amsterdam. Still being a student going there would take a big chunk out of my weekly budget (train and entrance fee). I saved up and went. Thermos Night it was called. Fuck! So many naked men! I remember I already had three loads in me in the first hour. I particularly remember a pitch dark narrow corridor that went from one area to another. Full of sweaty naked men trying to get through. An unknown guy held me and slipped his cock in from behind and fucked me there with guys passing through bumping into us. He kept going and going until he fired a load in my ass. #4. I still remember the song they were playing while he was fucking: a long dance version of one of Björk's songs (title escapes me now). Collected a few more loads after that. And then had to walk to the train station and sit there for two hours waiting for the first train home at 6am. Thoughts going from "Fuck, what have I done" to "Hottest time ever!". I went back a few times 😉

Yes I would have, because I find if guys appear to be ignoring each other it's because they don't know how to make the first move so I do it for them. I will always go up to men and say hello, ask them please would they fuck me etc. Recently when my partner and I went to a sauna together I got fucked by about 15 guys and he had none in the same place at the same time - simply because he stands back and waits for people to approach him whereas I charge on in, say hello and ask for their cock.

Tuesday afternoon, a couple I've sucked off before hit me up, was I available around 3, absolutely. So I prepped and headed over on time. One is tall, blonde, good looking, nice 7" cut cock. His husband is shorter, dark thick 6+ uncut cock. I started sucking blonde guy on the bed, ass up as I was working on his cock. Hubby got behind me and started playing with my balls and hole. I feel him lube me up and I got down on his man's cock like a beast. He gets turned on and places his cock head at my hole. Takes him a bit to get inside, I'm always amazed how "difficult" it is for most guys to aim properly. He finally gets inside and comments how tight I am. They're both turned on, blonde guy especially likes watching his hubby fuck me. Blonde guys stops me from sucking for a bit, says he's too close to cumming. I beg him to feed me while I'm riding his man. He says no I want a turn too. So I put my head down and moan and beg for a good fucking. After a few minutes, he makes a good hard thrust and is balls deep as his cock unloads in me. As he pulls out blondie takes his place. Mmmmm slides in nicely and balls deep first thrust. His husband is now in my face so I can use his softening cock to suck on as I'm getting another great fuck. I beg him to feed me when he's going to unload, he says nothing. Hen I head his breathing change and pick up the pace, I'm out of luck. His balls deep planting his seed. It was a great tag team, just didn't get to swallow any jizz. I prefer my tops pull out and feed me but let them decide. I swallowed them both the first time we hooked up, no fucking. This time they wanted to breed. I'm not complaining they assured me there will me other times.

Chapter 3 Light poured in on Remy's face when he finally awoke, wondering groggily if he either forgot to turn out the lights or close the shades before he passed out last night, early this morning, whatever it was.... It all felt blurry when he tried to think about it and his head hurt. He started to try and get up, but found that he was unable to, he was cuffed to his bed spread eagle! As he started to frantically look around the room, he realized it wasn't actually his apartment either. The air smelled like weed, clove cigarettes, incense, piss, sex..... And something different that he couldn't identify. Wherever he was, a haze of smoke still clung to the air around him. Looking down over his body, his thighs glistened with moisture and a few deep sniffs of the air brought the familiar scent of cum. Was it the cum from last night or more than that? It did feel pretty wet down there for just a few loads... He began to struggle in his restraints when the door opened and a tall figure loomed over him. "Finally awake? I was really hoping that drugging you would be as simple as getting you to do it yourself, but I didn't think you'd take 2 pills!" The man laughed heartily, crossing the room to begin groping Remy's firm breasts with his hand. "It's all good though, turns out that your pussy still grips in your sleep and these are always fun to play with." He squeezed Remy's tits firmly and jiggled them around before slapping each one roughly a few times. "The customers can't get enough of you, especially the married straight ones." Remy froze and tried to process what he just heard, his cheeks flushed red, "What the fuck?! You drugged me? That was a bottle of melatonin and I thought I just had bad insomnia, what did you make me take?!" The man laughed again, reaching into his pocket to pull out a joint. "Oh no sweet cheeks. You drugged yourself. Not me! I merely replaced your melatonin pills with something a little stronger. You did sleep well, no?" "Well..... yeah, but my head is killing me and that's also not the point! How did I get here and what are you doing?" "In a van," he took a long drag of the joint and exhaled a cloud in Remy's direction, "making sure you do what you were supposed to. It's not my fault you decided to take enough pills to knock yourself out for a day before the rest of your visitors got there , and since you said you could barely feel those small cocks anyway, you don't need to be awake for it." That strange smell from earlier was back, causing Remy to cough a bit, turning his head in an attempt to avoid the cloud. "So you're the guy from Twitter then?" He started to look up to try and catch a glimpse of his captor when a hard slapped landed across his cheek, making his head throb hard. "Never said I was, just that I was making you do what you're supposed to. I never said I wasn't either. You know the rules, or are you that fucking dumb of a faggot?" He spit and hit Remy's cheek. "Try that shit again and the next guy may not be as nice." Remy shut his eyes tight, head spinning, trying to focus. Had he really been passed out for a whole day? Was he supposed to be at work? What about his hormones and his PrEP? His blood rushed in his ears and he felt faint. "Ok ok I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You got what you wanted from me right? Are we all done? Can I go now?" Raucous laughter filled the air and the man took a few long drags from the joint, reaching between Remy's legs and sliding a finger deep into his still sopping wet cunt. "You want to go? That's not what your pussy says boy." He curved his finger upward, pressing lightly until he elicited a gasp from Remy's lips. "But if that's what you want, it's your choice." He withdrew his finger and pressed it to Remy's lips. Intoxicated by the smell of his cum filled cunt, Remy licked and sucked the man's finger hungrily, feeling the emptiness inside him begging to be filled, stretched, fucked. He whimpered involuntarily, "I uh.... I mean I need to go home for my medicine. My T and my PrEP." "T? Why didn't you say so sooner? I can help you with that." The man smirked, left the room, and returned with a small toolbox in hand. He seated himself on the bed and tied a blindfold over Remy's eyes. "This will make the whole process easier. You already ask too many questions so just lay back and relax." "And what about my PrEP? I don't know how many guys you just let fuck me while I was out." He grew worried. It seemed way too good to be true for this strange man to just happen to have testosterone available for him, but there also wasn't much else he could do while tied to the bed like this. "Now that I can't help you with sweet cheeks. You see, it's way too late for me. And you really think that stuff is going to help you? You're flirting with fire and you know it." He dipped his finger into a baggy of glistening shards and pressed it against Remy's tight asshole, causing his butthole to clench tight as it began to sting. Remy hissed and winced, unable to do anything about the sudden burning in his hole when something else started to press against it. He felt flushed, warm.... horny, "What about my T, my testosterone? You said you could help!" "You said you needed T and that's what you got, now shut the fuck up and let me in baby boy." He pressed a bottle of poppers to Remy's nose which the boy instinctively huffed deep. He felt the tight hole flutter open and plunged his cock in forcefully, grunting until his pierced cockhead throbbed deep in the warm hole. He reached up and grabbed one of Remy's nipples, pinching, twisting, and tugging it to the rhythm of his cock slamming in and out. Remy couldn't help but moan like a whore. He still felt the hunger from being unsatisfied before he passed out and now it attached itself to this other new hunger with a vengeance. "Ngh! Fuck fuck fuck oh fuck me harder! Please fuck me fuck me fuck me!" The long thick cock felt so goddamn good inside of him. This is what he really wanted. "There's the cock hungry faggot I've heard so much about." He slid his cock out of Remy's asshole and moved up to his dripping wet cunt. "Give me that pussy baby. Fuck that's some good pussy, so filled with cum." His other hand moved to Remy's neck, squeezing lightly, watching his firm titties bouncing wildly with each thrust. "You ready for me to breed you with a poz load and knock you up? I mean. If your 'birth control' fails which I hope it will." The man's words shocked Remy with a jolt of reality... Poz load?! He'd been without PrEP for at least a day. What if that was enough to catch HIV?! But his cunt felt hungrier than ever, he was filled with an adrenaline rush he hadn't experienced since he started birth control as a teenager. He wanted to tell the man to stop, pull out, make him cum in his ass at least since it was a bit less risky that way, but that was not what came out of his mouth at all. "Fuck yeah! Knock me up. Breed my pussy with your poz load! God your cock feels so fucking good. I need your cum inside me so goddamn badly!" He pulled his cock out of Remy's ass and plunged into his asshole for a few strokes before switching back, going back and forth between his holes until his balls tightened. "Take that you fucking faggot! Be my fucking cum dump. I'm gonna fucking knock you up with my seed!" A few more thrusts and thick ropes of cum began jetting from his pierced cockhead into Remy's greedy pussy. He stood up and admired his handiwork, a nice dribble of cum leaked from the sopping wet fuckhole. He whipped his camera out and took a few photos. Another man walked in and looked over the scene before him, "What the fuck man? You're not supposed to knock him up yet! Get out of here." He went to each of Remy's limbs and removed the restraints, but kept the blindfold on. "Don't take that off yet. I'm going to leave the room then you can get your clothes and go home. Take your PrEP boy. Don't let that man talk nonsense into your head like that." Remy waited for the door to shut behind the man then hastily threw his clothes on, exiting quickly to figure out where the fuck he was and how the fuck to get home. A car pulled up. Whoever had taken him was oddly kind enough to provide an uber ride home. He got home and took his PrEP before even setting his things down, showered then applied his hormone gel, laying naked on the bed attempting to process whatever the fuck just happened. What in the world had he gotten himself into. He felt panicked, but also, super aroused. Back at the penthouse was a different story. "You almost cost us alot of money you know that!" A large bear of a man finished his beer then spit, almost hitting the other man's shoe on purpose. "He'll be fine Mike. It's just one measley day without his 'birth control'. Pussy grips better when you scare them a little. You know that." Besides, that little fucker took almost no convincing to start begging for my poz cum!" Mike sighed deeply, chasing his downed beer with a shot of whiskey. "Yeah yeah yeah. You're a sick fuck you know that, G? Don't let the boss catch you pulling that shit or he's liable to chop your balls off. We need that boy's holes to be neg this weekend for all the paying customers waiting to knock-up a pussy faggot. Boys like that aren't common."

Vers top here. Preference is for full on sex orgies in both videos and for my own sexploits. Been to both pvt gangbangs and orgies and although lining up to fuck a cumdump that’s got an ass full of anon loads in a gangbang can feel good for us tops it’s not half as good as getting and giving cum loads and other fluid swaps with a variety of men. This applies to videos as well. I am turned on by lots of action happening with lots of players in sex orgy videos. Videos tend to put the emphasis on the top fucking into a bottom hole. It’s personally better for me to watch all sorts of sex from passionate kisses to rimming, felching and piss, fist, piss fucks, etc. with multiple men all happening at once. Also I like to see the bottom’s reaction and hear the pleasure sounds and hear real time verbal exchanges between all the men.

I don't care for a prolapsed hole, but I love the look of a wrecked hole or a well-used hole, and I find it sexy when a guy has a hole you can look at and know right away he gets fucked a lot. Kind of like the picture.

Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and and similarity to any person, living or deceased, is completely unintentional. Sometimes, I really hate my name. Chad. I thought the aftermath of the 2000 presidential election was bad with the jokes about the Florida ballots; the inevitable bad pickup lines about hanging chads. The petty insults about pregnant chads, owing to being pleasantly plump while I was in college. I knew, though, those would fade into obscurity over time as we moved further from that era. This latest trend doesn’t seem to go be going away anytime soon, unfortunately. The association of my name with being a “male Karen” or the alpha gym bro got really old, really fast. Maybe it’s because my natural personality is so much different from what my name has become associated with. I’ve never sought the spotlight for myself and in many ways try to deflect it. I do my best to be respectful of others, see their side of things, and, in general, just try to leave wherever I am a little better than where I found it when I started the day. Of course, as we all do, sometimes I have moments where I have to look after my own needs. Even then, it tends to come out in the service of others with my legs in the air as the center of attention in a gangbang or in a hookup’s apartment on a Tuesday night in April. Ironically, with all the slutty stuff I did in my 20’s and into my 30’s, it was the quiet rando on a simple weeknight when I wanted to have some fun on my 34th birthday that landed me with the fuck flu three weeks later. (Heck of a gift I got, right?) For the next three years, I’ve been diligent with my regimen of meds, got myself to undetectable pretty quickly, and have adjusted my sex life to a handful of trusted partners who are either also undetectable or on PrEP. Until this past February. It was a Thursday night and I decided coming home from work that I wanted to grab a six pack. As I’m checking out, the clerk, doing his job, asked for ID. “Chad, huh. You wanna come at me bro?” For once, a comeback formed in my mind in time for it to be of use. “I bet you’d rather I cum in you…bro.” I cringed internally as I said the last word. It was so unlike me. The clerk, who was a smaller guy, probably in his late 20’s, sized me up. “Actually…yeah.” Intrigued by where this was going, I took a shot. “Put up a ‘be back soon’ sign and show me the back room.” He scribbled a note, taped it to the door, and quickly led me to a storage room where I had my tongue in his mouth within 10 seconds. After less than a minute of making out, I applied gentle, but assertive pressure to his shoulder, letting him know that his place was on his knees. He knew it too and was soon making sure my cock was at full mast with an above average blow job. After about two minutes of oral heaven, I pulled him up by his collar, unbuckled his pants, and spun him around. A glob of spit on his hole and I was lined up and ready to go. “Wait,” he said. “Aren’t you going to wrap it?” I snapped. “You said you wanted me to cum in you bro and that’s exactly what you’re getting. Besides, no lube in sight, the rubber would hurt both of us too much and would break, so you’d get a lousy fuck and my load anyway. Just shut up and enjoy this.” “Yes sir,” was his reply, I didn’t wait and plunged in to the hilt on first entry. He winced, but his ass, which was not a gaping slut hole, but certainly no virgin, protested for a brief moment before giving way. It had been over a year since I’d topped and I’d almost forgotten how good it could feel. Knowing time was short and the store would need to reopen soon, I decided not to prolong it, but still had some fun with the bitch. “You know you can’t stop me cumming inside you.” “Please, pull out?” He pleaded mildly, but the terms had long since been agreed upon that I was staying in until I unloaded. I laughed. “Fuck no.” “Are you neg?” “Fuck no.” He turned and looked back at me with horror. He tried to pull off, but my grip on his hips was too strong. His feeble struggle pushed me over. There, amongst the pallets of generic lite beer and pretentious craft brews, I bred my first negative ass that wasn’t protected by meds since my diagnosis. I stayed in as I caught my breath. He jerked feverishly as he now lightly rocked back and forth, using my dick to achieve his climax. He lost his load on the floor and then pulled off me slowly. He turned as he pulled up his pants, wanting to ask something, but not sure how. I read his mind. “Don’t worry, Derek,” I said, reading his name tag. “I haven’t missed a dose of meds in three years and am undetectable. You’ll be fine, but if you’re gonna offer your ass up to a hookup raw, maybe you should take your own precautions if you’re worried. I’m probably not the first poz guy who’s been in your butt, just the first you knew about before he came.” “Yes sir. Thank you for a great fuck and load.” “Anytime boy. I’m on the apps, hit me up if you want a refill.” I stuffed my cock back through the fly of my jeans. “Now, you want to unlock the store so I can take my beer and go home?” As I drove, I felt empowered. I don’t know if I’d ever had a moment like this before. Me, the selfless guy, who was accidentally pozzed three years earlier had initiated a bareback fuck with a random store clerk in his stock room. I bred him without even taking my pants off. Who the fuck was the guy who did that?? It certainly wasn’t me. I walked through the door of my house at 6:58 pm. As I tossed my keys aside and got the beer in the fridge, the clock turned seven and my phone reminder to take my meds popped up. The one I had diligently followed, without fail, every day since I converted. I went to the bathroom, grabbed the bottle, and shook out that night’s dose. After I filled a glass of water, I tossed the pill back. Before swallowing, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I stared for a moment. The bitterness of the pill’s outer coating shook me back to reality. I spit the pill into the sink. Fuck it. If people were going to make assumptions about me just based on my name, then I’m going to be exactly who they think I’m going to be.

In the mid '70s I was a high school band nerd. I had hoped to be cool and play the French horn or a sexy saxophone, but I ended up with the tuba. 'Tubby the tuba' for this scrawny, sheltered nerd. I was so self conscious about my lanky adolescent body. I wasn't good at sports and hated being on the 'skins ' team. The change room after gym class was torturous. I was terrified getting naked that I'd throw a boner. Especially while in the shower with the gorgeous straight jocks. At least I just assumed they were all straight. I'd grown up quite sheltered and hadn't even heard about gayness or homosexuality until one of my gregarious female friends asked all the guys in band if they ever had gay fantasies. For me a light went on and a deep seated secret fear was confirmed. Not only was I different but I was something people only talked about in secret and with a level of disdain. The only good thing about playing the tuba were my fellow tuba players from the senior classes. Fran was smart, really smart, top of her class, and very friendly towards me. We both had dark curly hair and turned brown the moment we stepped in the sun. We joked about the beautiful babies we could make together. Although I knew I had no interest in her 'that way'. Yup, I was so nerdy I couldn't even say 'sexually', even in my brain. Nick was no where near as friendly. In fact he so intimidated me I don't think I spoke a single word to him for the two years we played and practiced side by side. I didn't think he even noticed me, but I lived for his arrival at practice. I can't even really describe his overall looks my attention was so obsessively drawn to his nipple. See he always wore a plain button down shirt and jeans. Compared to most other guys he always left one or two more buttons undone. From where I sat I could always see his left nipple peaking through the gap of his partially open shirt. Without even knowing what it was, I lusted after that beautiful nipple. I woke from wet dreams of sucking on it. I thought he was so sexy and I was deeply jealous of the girls that I assumed he 'did it' with. Fran, I and some other friends went to the drive-in one night. Nick and his girlfriend of the moment were in the row in front of us one car to the right. I found I couldn't concentrate on the movie and kept checking the activity in Nick's car. I could clearly see they were not watching the movie either as they kissed and made out. I grew increasingly more jealous and ashamed that I was so aroused. As intermission began Nick's door opened. I couldn't look away and was rewarded with a quick glimpse of both his nipples. His shirt was completely open and he was pulling up the fly on his jeans. I couldn't help but follow him to the concession stand. I stood behind him in line and could swear I could smell the sex he'd been engaged in. As he left with his order I got a close up look at his bare chest and 6 pack. I was afraid I'd blow my load then and there. I quickly ordered a drink for myself and rushed to the bathroom as I'd noticed he had headed in there. I was able to snag the urinal beside him and got my first glimpse of his big flaccid cock as he shook the last drops off before returning it into his jeans. I didn't know the term at the time but thought how exciting it must be for his girlfriend that he was commando. That night's wet dream consisted of me replacing his girlfriend in the act of filatio. I was a total virgin to any sex but the dream seemed so real that when I awoke I checked my mouth for the cum I dreamed he dumped in it. I was so disappointed that I scooped up some of my fresh cum and took my first ever taste. Instantly I knew I couldn't wait to experience the real thing and even quicker I knew I was too frightened to follow through on this desire. For the rest of that summer I went to the drive-in every Saturday night, even if I wasn't interested in the movie, even if I went alone. Every time I stalked out Nick's car, parked close enough to watch and tortured myself with the endless parade of different girls and women he would bring and make out with each week. The hot humid night he left his car for the concession stand only wearing sandals and short cut-off jeans I promised myself that I would at least say something when we inevitably stood side by side at the urinals. Even though it was all I could manage to keep from reaching over to his beautiful semi erect cock I broke my promise and never said a word. The next summer I actually got a job at the drive-in concession and learned that he usually brought a different female guest three to five nights per week. Even though he had become my sexual role model hero, I did nothing to act on it and left high school as a total and complete virgin. Despite my vivid wet dreams I hadn't even sucked a nipple, let alone a cock. I turned 18 in September of my 1st year of university. I returned home for high school convocation in mid October. The day before the ceremony I was at the school to practice with the band, they had invited graduates to join them for 'their big night'. Mr. Daniels, the vice principal and my former sex education teacher caught my eye and motioned me into his office as I was leaving rehearsal. As obsessed as I had been with Nick's nipple, I was equally obsessed with Mr. Daniels. He was a tall slim mid thirties classically handsome man that always wore chinos, sports jackets, checked shirts and ties loosened around his neck. Through the one or two open buttons at the neck I could see a tuft of thick black hair poking through. I would be totally distracted by this throughout class imagining how sexy his hairy chest would look with an open shirt. He was sitting on his desk and I quickly realized the office was being painted, there was no other furniture, a few tarps and a step ladder. He invited me to close the door so we could speak in private. As I moved to lean against the step ladder he removed his sports coat and tie asking me if I minded. I was sure I was blushing and assured him it was fine. "Sorry I don't have a chair for you, but I must confess you look great standing there. You're filling out nicely. " I was now on fire and knew he couldn't miss my blush. "The girls at uni must be all over you." Damn, I was starting to bone up. "Aw, um ... still a virgin sir. (Choke, cough) Fuck was that my outside voice?" "Yup! Not to worry son, your secret is safe with me..." he grinned " ... that is unless you want me to help you change that? " "Oh yeah, fuck me Mr. Daniels. ... Fuck, fuck, fuck! My outside voice again! Why don't I shut the fuck up?!" "No need" he laughed "How old are you?" "I turned 18 last month." "Great! And since you are no longer my student why don't we play a little game. Let's take turns asking each other to do something. Only one rule, don't ask for something you're not willing to do. Deal?" "Awe , I don't know." "Okay, let's start really simple. Why don't you open up your shirt and give me a better look at your developing torso and chest?" I know I was beat red and scared shitless but I couldn't pass up the chance to see how close my imagination had gotten in congering images of his open shirt. As I reached to start unbuttoning so did he and he matched me button for button. My mouth hung open as I gawked at the thick pelt of dark fur on his chest and treasure trail. "Your turn son." "Um. Anything?" "You know the rule. " "Can I kiss your nipples?" "You heard the rule. Can I kiss your's?" "Holy fuck, yeah!" He stepped toward me, bent and kissed both my now erect nipples followed by nibbling them and rolling his tongue around them. Then he stood puffed out his chest and said, "Your turn." I did my best to follow his example luxuriating in his chest hair tickling my lips and tongue. "Your turn sir." "Can I help you slip out of your pants, ease things for your boner?" We were instantly unbuckling each other's belts. There was some awkward dancing as we helped each other off with shoes before the trousers were tossed aside. His boner peaked out over the top of his tight white breafs. "Can I, um, tu ... tu ..touch it?" I stuttered. He guided my hand to his cock head as his other hand reached inside my underwear. His was so warm and hard. I couldn't believe Mr. Daniels was holding my erection. Precum started to ooze from mine. "Can I lap that up?" he whispered. "Fuck yeah!" I replied. He was instantly on his knees with the tip of his tongue at my leaking cock slit. I gave one gasp and began to cum on his handsome face. By my second contraction he had me buried deep in his throat and guzzled down everything I pumped out. He was licking his lips with delight as he pulled off . "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry ... I couldn't stop myself. " He simply stood and shared a very cum sloppy kiss with me. "New game young man. Answer the next five questions with a yes and I'll give you what you asked for ... I'll fuck you. You in?" "Yes!" "One down, four to go." "Yes!" "I didn't ask a question. " "Sorry. " "Do you promise to tell noone what happens in this office?" "Yes" "Do you want to suck my cock?" I was instantly on my knees with his eight inch cock stretching my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head just as he had mine. "I'll take that as yes number three." "Mmmmmmm " I affirmed with my mouthful. "Will you tounge fuck my hairy ass?" I didn't have a clue how to do this but pulled off his cock turned him around and dove into his ass hole with my tounge ass he held his cheeks open. "Nice! That was yes four. One more to go. " I wanted to say yes but my mouth was busy. "Do you want Nick to fuck you?" "Holy shit, was I that obvious?" "From the first day you saw him. Was that your fifth yes? "Oh fuck yeah, absofuckinlutely! YES!" He moved me to and bent me over the desk proceeding to eat out my hole as his hand messaged my still stiff cock. After five minutes of this I begged him, "Fuck me already!" He stood and teased my virgin tight hole with his raw cock head. It was all I could do to keep from pushing back on it but he'd been my sex ed teacher and had always emphasized the importance of condoms. 'You boys don't want to knock a girl up, and you never know what STDs she might have'. There had been no talk of gay sex but my nerdy brain quickly made the transition. "You got one son?" "Fuck no, I never dreamed this could happen. " "There are some in the top drawer. Grab one if you want. " I handed him an unopened package. As he took it he continued to tease my vulnerable hole with his raw cock head and as it penetrated asked if I was sure. "Ugh, fuck, that hurts man, pull it out." "Whatever you want son, but I promise it will feel better if you just give it a moment. Breath deep. " As I took a few deep breaths he pushed halfway in. "Nice kid, one more deep breath now. " As I took it I felt my ass completely relax and his full length slide in. Or did my ass suck his entire raw cock in? It felt magical. Then reality hit; "Fuck man, the condom, you need to put the condom on." "You sure? most gay guys are going to want your ass raw, skin to skin ." "Honestly I'm not sure .You feel so fuckin good in there. But no. You taught me 'wrap it up'. "Okay, whatever you want. " When he pulled out I felt so empty. I just wanted his cock back. He suited up, grabbed lube from his desk and started back into me. This time it really did burn but I encouraged him to fuck me. After a short time it was clear he'd gone soft and his cock fell out. "Damn things! I can never stay hard in them. Sorry kid, looks like we're done for today." "No fucking way Mr. Daniels. The rules are you gotta be willing to do what you asked for. My turn to enter your ass without a condom. " "Hey, you want to fuck me? Go for it." We had soon switched places and I was pushing my naked cock in his hairy hole. He groaned with pleasure as I bottomed out and encouraged 'now pound my ass young man. " With my inexperience it was not long 'til I felt I'd loose control. He must have noticed my erratic breathing. "Remember don't ask for what you're not willing to give. You breed my ass and you know what you're gonna get next. " I couldn't stop myself I was pumping him full of my swimmer's. I collapsed on his back and could hear and feel him purring like a kitten. When I got up and pulled out he moved me onto my back on the desk, ass over the edge, my legs spread and lifted on his broad shoulders. He lined up his raw cock. "What do you say young man? I won't force you. Do you need me to suite up." "Fuck, yeah, I do. ... Acept I knew the rule. Besides you felt better naked and I really want to feel your load in my guts. Breed me Mr. Daniels. Finish taking my virginity!" For the next 3/4 of an hour he raw fucked me in every position I could imagine. When I was leaning against the ladder he fucked me so forcefully he pushed it and me across the room. I was on my back on the floor, legs in the air taking it missionary when he asked with ragged breath, "You ready? I could pull out if you want? "No fucking way man! Don't pull out, cum in my virgin ass. " I had never felt so powerful in my life as he convulsed deep inside me. When we regained our breath he spoke. "Fuck man. I've wanted to do you ever since I laid eyes on you in my first class. Thanks. And please be sure to pay me a visit whenever you come home." I most certainly took him up on that invitation. Even though I used condoms with most future guys, he and I never discussed them again. Since I went home to work summers I knew I had a constant and reliable source of giz to feed my hungry ass. -----‐‐‐-------- ------------ ------------ ----------- Stay tuned. I have more planned for this 'Nipple Series.' As you can see I like games and the other stories might turn up in this or other forums on this site. Will Nick ever fuck me?

Don’t have a son but I have watched my slutty fem boy faggot nephew get fucked by a ton of men of all ages, in bathhouses, porntheatres, public restrooms, parks, houses, apartments, alleys, and of course in my place. The little slut is a serious cumdump. l trained this whore to get on her knees for anyone, and to bend over, spread her legs or get down on all fours to let ANYONE fuck her bareback. My piggy buddies have always loved using her pussy and the slut was born without a gag reflex (clearly born to deepthroat cocks) I taught her how to cruise for cock and find as many men as possible to load up that sweet pussy. l even got her into dressing like a slutty girl to service horny men and how to be a real tranny whore. l would have loved to have had my own slutty cumsewer faggot son like her, with a sexy, girly body, and a bubble butt with a pussy inside to live with me and service Daddy’s cock every day while getting her ass turned out by strange men every night.

l would love to remove your cock and balls myself, then make you eat them, or feed them to a hungry dog.

I just blew my load up some cute little asian twinks fuckhole. l fucked the 5 ft 2, 100 pound bitch in his parents bed while they were at work and his sister is at school. I got him to wear his little sister’s pink bra and white frilly panties while I trashed his pretty little pussy and blasted 2 loads in his pussy. The first load I blew up her ass while she was on her back with my hands strangling her tiny throat till she turned blue in the face and passed out (I love cumming inside a lifeless body). she said she was disappointed cause she likes to feel it when men cum inside her. So the second load I pumped up her cunt while fucking the bitch doggystyle so she could watch me fuck her like a bitch. Had a belt wrapped around her neck like a leash and I made her pass out before waking her up so sh could watch me breed that busted pussy. Afterwards she said I was rougher than she expected. I said “just be glad I only made you pass out twice and you don’t have a black eye. Besides, a whore like you needs the abuse.” lol

Part 2 – The Fleshlight I was far from done. I picked up the piss-tube spewing urine all over the floor, and shoved it back into my whore’s mouth, pulling the mask back over his head as he looked at me with pleading eyes. While his cunt was surely loose at this point, he was going to need some extra help for what I was about to do to him. I rummaged through my bag, eventually pulling out a bottle of poppers with a special-made bottle cap with two separate openings poking out of it. I attach one of the openings to the whore’s breathing tube, and immediately felt the air flowing in and out the other end. Then, I found the screw at the base of the cap, which I slowly start turning, releasing poppers into the tube. I brought the end of the tube to my nostrils and took a deep hit, carefully adjusting the flow of chemical fumes to a rate that would fry the whore’s brain, but not completely knock him out. Getting horny again, I walked over to his hole. It was glorious: puffy, red, and most of all: used. The parts of his ass that weren’t covered in a sheen of sweat had cum hanging off them, sliding down his taint and clumping around his sparsely haired balls, dropping into the piss puddle below. His ass lips looked tired, unable to fully close, but not quite at a resting gape just yet, the beautiful red of his insides fighting against the sphincter – a rosebud just beginning to form. I grabbed my dick, carefully scooping up strangers’ cum as I brought it up to his opening, pushing in just a little, testing out those worn-out pussy lips. No resistance. Perfect. I pulled out, easily replacing my dick with three callused fingers, roughly pulling them in and out as I played with the boy’s prostate, eliciting a muffled moan. This should have been uncomfortable for him at this point, given the abuse he’s already been subjected to, but I guess the steady influx of poppers and chem piss were doing their job. I add in a fourth finger and pushed in deeper, past my knuckles and up to where the thumb meets the palm. This time, there was some resistance, and while the whore still moaned, he also pulled away a little. I watched his pussy lips loosen and tighten around my hand as I twisted it around inside. I teased the whore, gliding my cum-slick fingers along his prostate as I stretched his cunt every which way, hearing him moan, lightly rocking himself back-and-forth into my hand. I continued like this for a while, leading him closer and closer to orgasm. Soon he was panting like a bitch in heat, and I smiled knowing that the quicker and more deeply he breathes, the more those poppers would be frying his useless brain. Just as well. Better for him to be as fucked up as possible for what was coming next. With a sadistic smirk, I added my thumb to the next onslaught of his cunt, meeting the last bits of resistance the whore had to offer. I could hear his groans take on an air of pained urgency as he tried to pull his ass forward, away from my advancing fist. But it was no use. With his hands and knees shackled to the floor, the whore yelped and screamed into his gag until something in his sphincter just gave way, and my whole hand slipped through, engulfed by his newly forming pussy lips. His yelling was punctuated by deep breaths, each imbued with a potent haze of poppers, steadily relaxing him a little more into the fist lodged inside his guts. Not wanting him to get accustomed too quickly, I slowly plowed forward, pushing deeper and deeper into his insides with every squeal escaping the battered whore. Again, I met with resistance, but instead of pushing further, I pulled back – I wanted that bend in his colon to stay exactly where it was. Or at least where my dick left it. Continuing my retreat, I dragged the many loads coating his intestines out with my fist, leaving behind a gaping, creampie of a mess. Again, I dove in, meeting less resistance. I couldn’t tell if his sphincter was finally busted from all the abuse, or relaxed from the poppers frying his brain, but I knew I wouldn’t stop until his gape was permanent and his brain a pile of incoherent mush. I continued to fist him, harder, faster, punchfucking his weakening hole until the whore moaned and groaned with every insertion. But I never went deeper. Always I would pause at that bend in his colon, keeping another piece of him intact to later break and torture. The whore’s moans soon followed the predictable rhythm of my fist breaching his hole, and he started swaying back-and-forth, impaling himself on my arm. With my other hand, I reached underneath his stomach, finding the whore hard and leaking. Surprised the bitch could even get hard after all the chem piss and drugs he’d been force fed, I continued my onslaught of his guts, while his movements caused the whore to jerk himself on my hand. I increased my tempo, hearing his breathing become heavier, more labored, flooding his brain with poppers, with his dick getting harder and harder in my hand. Soon, I was standing still, watching this bitch in heat fuck himself on my forearm, greedily huffing in the fuck fumes killing off any rational thought. Then, just as he stuck himself as deep on my arm as he could go, he started cumming, his body shaking with every throb of his dick, emptying himself into my waiting hand. I waited for him to finish before pulling my forearm from his hole, and reached once more into my bag of supplies, fishing out a giant butt plug of ungodly girth – another toy I had special-made for an occasion such as this. Longer than my dick, and thicker still, even at its thinnest near the base, this butt plug doubled over as a fleshlight, perfect for loose cunts stretched beyond recognition, since it could still accommodate just about any cock around. And to top it off, a metallic spike at the tip. This bitch was about to have his insides shredded! I coated the butt plug with the whore’s worthless load and slowly began the insertion, ignoring the exhausted screams emanating from behind the mask. The truth is I wanted the whore to cum just before this part. Not to give him any pleasure, but to make sure this part was as uncomfortable as possible. I wanted him to be drained of all enjoyment, and his wrecked prostate to be completely worn out as his insides get packed with a log-sized toy. As it got near the bend in his colon, his screams intensified in urgency, probably due to the spike scraping along his insides. Soon, we were near the end, and with one final, painful push, I jammed the whole thing in there, his sphincter enclosing around the base, his real pussy showcase the fake one filling it. I got up to remove the poppers from the whore’s breathing tube, and not even 10 seconds passed before a cock found its way into the fleshlight, each thrust causing the toy to roughly scrape away at the whore’s intestines. As soon as the poppers were removed, the breathing tube was immediately filled with thick, white clouds. The whore just couldn’t get a break. I left him like that for a while, letting my dick rise as I watched him get stabbed repeatedly with every fucker that forced his way into the fleshlight, knowing the night would soon come to an end. Then, taking a few final hits of the poppers myself, I removed the whore’s mask once again and reattached the mouth spreader, fucking the piss out of him a second time. I let others have a go at his mouth as I started packing up the mask, waiting until the guy using the whore’s fake cunt finished dumping his load to pull the monster of a butt plug out, anxious to see if his insides would be pulled out with it. For a second, it seemed likely, with his distended, puffy ass lips dragging along the surface of the black toy, but once I pulled it out, they simply fell back into place, looser than ever before. No prolapse. I nevertheless decided to be satisfied with the impressive gape that was left behind: his hole was bathed in frothy white cum, covered with bloody streaks of pink from getting internally impaled over and over. I sunk my fist in him one last time, enjoying the total lack of resistance and hearing him utter a low moan halfway between pleasure and pain as my forearm easily slid into his velvety tender insides. “Alright guys, wrap it up! This bitch is done for the night!” I announced to the room when I pulled my arm out. I removed the fleshlight lining from inside the plug, dropping the outer layer into my bag and bringing the fleshlight with me. Again, I waited for the person using him to finish cumming, this time in his mouth. When he pulled out, I lifted my whore’s face, mouth spreader still attached, and started pouring the contents of the fleshlight into his mouth, watching the white spunk disappear down his throat. I removed the mouth spreader, then his wrist and ankle restraints, letting the whore just collapse on the floor as I packed them away with the rest of my things. Fleshlight still in hand, I turned the whore over with a kick, and squeezed the remaining dregs of cum onto his wounds – the cuts and scrapes on his hands and knees from rocking back-and-forth on the concrete floor – before grabbing the rest of my things and carrying the whore out. The bitch needed a break, and I needed time to come up with new ways to abuse his hole.

I've been trying to write this for over a week. My time with the married man is so full of wonderful intimate moments, if I wrote them all down this would be excessively long. And no doubt, boring for some. I flew in on Friday afternoon and left early Tuesday morning. Now, when I staff travel I don't have to be in uniform. But if I'm traveling with excessive/large size liquids, I need to so I can be exempt from liquid limits. And there have been a few layovers I've had in his city where I skip going to the hotel and stay with him. My uniform includes a vest with covered buttons and a belt with a difficult to maneuver hook closure. Anyway, when I arrive and he picks me up, I never kiss him in the car. I want our first kiss to be bigger than that, so we wait until we get back to his place. Well, mister married man has mastered my buttons and belt closure. Within a minute my vest is undone, tie off, and pants around my ankles as we spend a few minutes making out. It's the same every time, and it makes me laugh that my pants always wind up on his kitchen floor. It always takes me a while to change, trying to hang up my uniform in his closet while I'm getting groped and pawed at...and it's quite wonderful to be honest. Friday night we ordered in from a great place near him. The dining room never gets used, but when we eat together, we sit in there and he lights candles and puts out the "good" wine glasses. A little bit of TV while snuggling on the sofa and we went to bed. He asked me if it'd be alright if he left his nightstand lamp on all night, because he prefers to be able to see me. I laughed a bit and said that I preferred that also. As you can imagine, it was 2-3 hours of intimate sex that I have trouble finding words to describe. He's no help, as he's at a loss for words also when trying to describe us. On Saturday, it was pretty rainy all day so we planned to just stay in. I've never been much for morning sex, as I'm extremely groggy without any coffee. And I dare say kind of cranky too. Not to mention, that if this was to go to full on fucking there would be a lot of groggy prep work to do. But for some reason he thinks *I* need to cum in the morning. Over the years guys have had a bit of difficulty in jerking me off, but he's also mastered that task. And he likes to edge me. But he doesn't prolong it too long, because he know's I need my coffee. I'll add, he doesn't drink it, but he bought a small coffee maker for me, so I could have something other than instant. After he edged a massive load out of me, we went downstairs to have a little breakfast and my coffee. We didn't leave the house all day, we just snuggled on the sofa watching shows and movies. His sofa is perfect for the two of us. We fit very well laying down spooning. We switch off who gets to be big spoon, it's wonderful no matter who is. He cooked something in his crock pot for dinner, and when it was time for bed, it was a couple of hours of *intense* fucking. When we're in bed gently kissing, he has the softest eyes. Just this gaze that he's longing for me. But when he fucks like we were Saturday night, his eyes get super intense. It's like he's looking deep within me, very serious. After a very lengthy pounding, I wasn't sure if I got a load out of him. His moans were more on the quiet side tonight. I asked if he loaded me, and he said yes. He kept right on going and almost gave me a second. As we were kissing after fucking, he decided I needed to cum so he set forth on jerking me off. He REALLY edged me this time. Many times. When he finally let me cum, it was huge and powerful...it went over my shoulder. He cleaned me up and we spooned until we fell asleep...with the light on. Sunday we woke up and again, he was on a mission to make me cum. He didn't edge me this time, it was fairly quick all things considered. He went downstairs first and started my coffee for me. He wanted to go out for breakfast, and he had a couple of errands to do. By early afternoon we were back on the sofa, spooning. He asks me if I'd like to go out and about and do anything. I said that if we went out, I'd still be with him. But it'd be time that I couldn't be touching him or have my arms around him. So I was perfectly happy sitting inside all day. He got all soft eyed and said he was happy to do the same. Then he gently kissed me. I don't remember dinner that night. Did we go out? Did he set the table in the dining room with the "nice "wine glasses and candles? When we went to bed, Sunday night was all about slow and tender sex. I almost typed love making. It was beyond amazing. Monday he had an important meeting with someone from out of town. He was out by 7:30, and he left me keys so I could go out and about while he was gone. Get this though: I had to use the front door only, so his neighbor (that knows he's married and knows the wife) wouldn't see me. Very "cloak and dagger" LOL. I took an Uber to a nearby gym and had a decent workout. He thought he'd be home by 1:00, but he didn't return until 4:00. His planned dinner wasn't going to get made now, so we went out. I had 2 margaritas and he had 1 and I was a little bit wobbly. Despite my begging, he wasn't going to take advantage of me in that state LOL. I packed up a lot of my things and we went to bed early, as I had to be up by 5:30. Of course we fucked that night, it would be our last for 3 weeks. It was full on missionary face to face fucking with constant kissing. A perfect last fuck to a long weekend. He was the big spoon when we drifted off to sleep. I'm going back for 3 days on the 10th. After that, I have a 3 day trip with 2 consecutive layovers in his city. And one more layover on the 20th. I think for each of these I'll be staying with him instead of the hotel, but we'll see what happens at his office. At the very least, I'll sleep over and get dropped off at the hotel early in the morning. NB: He called me as I was writing this. Him: Hey babe! (he always calls me babe, occasionally stud LOL), sorry It's so late. Work went long and I stopped for a bite to eat. Me: That's ok, I know it's a work day and you had Monday off. Him: Nah, you probably thought I forgot about you. Go on, you can say it. You thought I forgot about you. Me: No, I thought you were busy. Him: Yeah, like I could ever forget about you. Me: SWOON!

Except, maybe, at work, I can't remember the last time I was bored! I have so many other (somewhat competing) interests outside of sex! If I lived to be 10,000 years old and never bought anything new related to my various other interests, I still don't think I would be bored! I honestly don't know how I would respond to someone who replied to me that they were bored. (I wish I would've told my mother I was bored! She would've come up with a list of chores for me to do in the blink of an eye!) On the one hand, my purpose in life is NOT to entertain someone who is bored. On the other hand, I'm going to do my best to make sure they're not bored during our session! So if they tickle whatever my fancy is at that particular moment, it would probably be on and popping. If they came across as "too much like work," then NEXT! 😍 😍 😍 😍 😍 to that quote!

I was still a tentative twink kind of slut back then, I wasn't really initiating things back then. I waited for guys to come on to me, but being an early/mid 20s, 6'2", 220# but wore 30" Levi's, blonde, blue eyed stereotype I didn't do much waiting, and turned down very few opportunities. I think I must have sniffed out every tearoom on the Magnificent Mile, more than a few seedy ABS, and park or beach near the loop that had action. I'm pretty sure looking at the map that I've hooked up at Foster Beach. After I left the state of Illinois I progressed pretty quickly to going to gay bars, then bathhouses and sex clubs and initiating things instead of waiting for them to come to me. I haven't had much opportunity in Chicago in the last 25+ years, I can easily count the times I've been there without family on one hand. That may change if I move back to the Midwest next year.

The Poz Boat Dillon was going on the cruise without his bride since she left him at the altar. They had been dating since college and after Dillon’s couple years in the minors trying to make it in baseball he asked her to marry him. He felt embarrassed after she didn’t show at the ceremony. He knew he couldn’t get a refund on the cruise they had planned for a honeymoon so he went alone. Jack figured it would give him time to forget about her and reflect on his life. He spent the first day at sea alone at the pool working on his tan. That’s where he met Christopher and Jack. Christopher was the oldest of the couple at 30 he was a bit taller than Dillon coming in at 6’ 3” and weighed about 180 with dark brown hair and eyes. Jack was his younger partner just shy of 20 years, 5’ 10”, 140 pounds, with Black hair and green eyes. Both men were fit and well defined after obvious work in the gym. Jack had noticed the 25 year old as he stretched his 6’ frame out on a lounge chair in his board shorts. Jack pointed the young man out to his partner as they admired his lean, muscular body, flat 6 pack abs, smooth skin and long blond hair. Christopher commented how nice it would be to use him for a night of fun. Quickly the three men started to chat. Before too long they had made plane to hang out that evening. The sun began to dip in the sky as they went to their separate rooms to get ready for dinner and a night out. After dinner Dillon was to meet the two other men at their cabin. He found their room and knocked on the door. The door opened up by Jack wearing just a towel who told Dillon that Christopher was in the shower. Jack welcomed Dillon in the room and offered him a drink. The towel clad man fixed Dillon a drink and handed it to their guest. As Dillon sat on the queen size bed in the middle of the room Jack dropped his towel and searched through his bag for something to wear that night. Dillon tried not to stare at the young man as he searched his bag. After many years in locker rooms Dillon was accustom to other naked male bodies. Dillon was sipping on his drink as Christopher came out of the bathroom with his towel over his shoulder. He greeted their guest. Jack asked if Dillon had any thoughts what they all should do that night. Dillon was well into his drink as he began to feel a little horny. He was confused at the feeling as he began to get hard. The tent in his cargo shorts was hard to hide as a naked Christopher moved in closer. Dillon was caught off guard as the naked Christopher was close. Dillon had a friend in college that was gay. On a couple rare occasions he was in the receiving end of a nice blow job while drunk but never thought of anything more. Christopher asked Dillon again what he wanted to do that night. Jack made a comment about Dillon’s hardening cock as the two men were now on either side of their guest. Jack looked at and Christopher and gave him a wink to signal that Dillon’s drink was spiked with ample Viagra and GHB. Dillon was in a daze as he noticed both naked men standing with their cocks pointing at Dillon. Dillon was beginning to feel the G as Jack took his drink from his hand. Christopher started to unbutton Dillon’s shirt. Jack came back and began to rub the back of Dillon’s head. Dillon was lost in the G and the sensations he was receiving from the two men. Christopher made a suggestion that seemed to go right into motion. Knowing what happened to Dillon with his bride, Christopher suggested that he relax and let whatever happens between the three of them happen. With the G in his system Dillon was easy prey as Jack helped remove the rest of Dillon’s clothing. Jack got on his knees and began to suck Dillon’s hard cock. Jack was impressed with Dillon’s 8” cock as Jack thought to himself that it was too bad he wouldn’t get to use it after this suck job. While Jack worked on Dillon’s pole Christopher put the rest of the plan in motion. While out of sight of their guest he retrieved a prefilled point and moved in for the kill. When he returned to the bed he found Dillon on his back with his eyes closed while Jack was still sucking Dillon’s cock. They had Dillon right where they wanted him. Christopher sat down laying his legs across Dillon’s chest. Dillon looked up at Christopher as he looked for a good vein in Dillon’s arm and stuck the point in Dillon. Dillon looked up as Christopher registered a quick flash then emptied the slam in the unsuspecting Dillon. Dillon coughed out 3 times as Jack stood up and kissed his partner before retrieving 2 more points for themselves. The slam given to Dillon was double what the couple were about to administer to themselves. Jack handed one to Christopher as they kissed again. They each administered their own slam as Dillon was riding a strong rush. After each coughed and were ready they began to work on their new toy. Dillon was positioned on all fours as Christopher got behind him and Jack was at his head. Jack took a moment to kiss Dillon as he took a hold of his head before he sat down in front of Dillon and worked his mouth on his own hard 8” cock. While Jack was teaching Dillon to suck cock Christopher began to rim his virgin ass. As Dillon began to suck on Jack’s cock moans were escaping around Jack’s tool as Christopher’s tongue began to probe into Dillon’s hole. Jack gave Dillon instructions as Christopher readied his ass. Since Jack had just slammed he knew he’d blow a load quickly and Dillon would have his first taste of cum. Christopher looked at Jack as prepared Dillon’s hole for his own 9” cock. Jack signaled to Christopher that he was getting close. Christopher knew it was time and got on his knees behind Dillon. He positioned his cock at Dillon’s virgin hole, grabbed his hips as he pushed his way inside.’ While Christopher was invading Dillon’s ass Jack took a good hold of Dillon’s hole as he knew he was about to deliver his load in Dillon’s mouth. Jack cums fairly quickly after his first slam and he was ready to deliver his load as Christopher was sliding inside Dillon’s formerly virgin ass. The thought of Christopher taking Dillon’s virginity had him on the verge of blowing his load. As he was about to cum he told Dillon one thing, swallow bitch. Dillon felt Jack’s cock expand and then fire his cum as he swallowed without a thought. After Jack had finished cumming he held his cock in Dillon’s mouth for his to clean and help him get harder again. Christopher began to fuck away at Dillon’s tight hole as Dillon was working on Jack’s semi-hard cock. Dillon was lost still lost in the G as he Christopher was fucking him. Christopher was eager to drop his own load inside this young straight man. As the G began to wear off Dillon was growing a wear of what was happening. Jack’s cock was growing hard in his mouth as he realized that he was getting fucked at both ends. He felt the cock in his ass grow harder as Jack pulled him off his cock and kissed him. While Jack was kissing him Christopher grunted as he unloaded inside Dillon. Christopher commented, that’s one load in each end as Dillon looked back to see who was fucking him. Dillon was lost in what was going on since he felt as if he was enjoying himself the action continued. Now it was time for Jack to fuck Dillon. As Christopher slowly withdrew from inside Dillon, Jack moved to take Christopher’s place. Jack quickly slid inside Dillon as Christopher moved to Dillon’s head. Christopher sat down in front of Dillon and told Dillon to clean his cock. The G was mostly out of his system as he looked at Christopher’s cock and eased the soft tool into his mouth. Christopher ran his fingers through Dillon’s hair as Jack fucked. Since Jack had already dropped a load it would take some time before he would drop his second load. This gave him time to work Christopher’s load in deeper as the couple shared an evil grin. Dillon’s legs were getting tired as Jack fucked into him. They repositioned him on his back and Jack continued to fuck him. Dillon began to wonder how long this guy could last when Jack began to breathe a little heavier. Dillon could feel Jack’s cock begin to thicken and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer. It was another 15 minutes until Jack screamed out and filled Dillon with another load. Christopher was hard and ready and took a second turn at Dillon’s ass. As Christopher teased Dillon’s hole he noticed that there was a slight pinkish to the cum that oozed out. Christopher smiled as he slid back inside Dillon. Dillon was left moaning as the couple took turns filling their chemmed up bottom. After each took several turns Christopher lay down on his back as Dillon was directed to mount Christopher’s cock. Once Dillon was down to the base Christopher pulled him in for a kiss while Jack got behind the impaled man and began to work his 8” in alongside the cock already inside. Dillon moaned out in pleasure and pain as his hole was stretched to accommodate both cocks. This fuck took the longest as both assaulted his hole as the sun began to peal through the curtains. After both men deposited their loads and withdrew their softening cocks Dillon could hear Christopher comment that after those two loads the grand total came to 9 charged loads, 5 from Christopher and 4 from Jack. Jack reminded him of the one load down Dillon’s throat. Dillon had no clue what charged load mean as he was starting to come down from his high. The couple helped Dillon back to his cabin and left him in bed to ponder his unknown future.

Got the sling room at Flex in Atlanta Thursday night. Took 8 anon loads blindfolded. 3 loads in the sling and 5 anon ass up face down with blindfold on the bed.

That is my absolute favorite way to fuck a guy is when his hole is full of cum. Nothing like sticking your cock where another guy just stuck his. Enjoying the leftovers of his orgasm slicking up your cock as you fuck the bottom then shooting your load deep inside. Pulling your cock out covered in the cum of other men.

My first experience at a bathhouse was annoying, most of the guys thought I was a bottom, and were grabbing and groping me. Eventually I took off my towel and waved my hard cock at a skinny little asian slut, the bitch got on her knees and blew me at the bar. Than I went up to the whores room and fucked her ass twice.

In my experience, people proclaiming they are bored tend to be boring. Imaginative and creative people are more self-regulating. Again, in my experience people who say they are bored on hookup apps tend to have entitlement issues and an expectation that others will amuse them. They are not my people, regardless of how objectively hot they may be or think they are. A dead or lazy mind in bed is a bad fuck.

No he just pointed to where the shower was and the rest of the time he was speaking in Spanish. I don't think he said goodbye to me. I heard him groan, I knew he shot his load, he pulled out and I just tossed my hands up in the air like "do you have a towel" or "can I use the shower". Such a charming man. 🙄

Yeah, first sauna I ever went to had a sling room. There were 2 men in the slings being fucked and a small crowd waiting their turn. No one was wearing rubbers and I saw them taking several loads. I fucked them both and loaded one. After I got on my knees at one of the glory holes and sucked cocks for half an hour - swallowed 3 loads . good visit!

Hey totally agree....proud of my well used gaping gash hole

I visited a bathhouse in a bigger city in my country while I was visiting friends, a few month after my 18. birthday. Took me some walking pass by and calming me down to enter… The place was amazing, clean, large, with an outside pool…but I was on my first visit and didn’t wanted to swim, I wanted to fuck….I was regarding fucking an active and passive virgin….but not for long…had an hot Italian guy who loved it when I said I’m top…and when we where in a private room I told him I never fucked…he said I’m happy to be with you now and showed me what I can do and my nervousness disappeared and I fucked and bred him twice….

Just imagine the possibilities if your GPA had matched your "fresh catch count." You would have graduated with "summa cum loads" honors.

Well, perhaps a little context will help. This was close to 30 years ago. Since the advent of hookup sites things are just the opposite now. Back in the day, phone chat lines excepted, everything was face to face. Not once, not ever, did anyone ask me my age. No one cared where i lived, no one cared if i was gay, straight or anything else. Thats not what we were there for. We were there for physical release, however that happened. And it worked. If you were looking for someone to date, that what the bars were for. When the apps took over, suddenly, age was all that mattered. That and if you were within a mile of your counterpart on the other end of the wire. It took me less than a year to delete all the apps. I dont miss them at all.

My nights in Seattle have been 40% hit / 60% miss. I thought we had talked on bbrt a couple years ago and you got lucky with me in the sling at z. I didn’t fuck the first time I went to a bathhouse. Background: I grew up in Indiana and did not do anything sexual until I was 18. I was very shy and still caught up in the delusion of manogamy. The first: I was living in Indianapolis and in college (22 maybe). My first real relationship had just ended (I was getting progressively more thirsty). At the time a fuckbud and I were hanging out and he suggested Club Indy (a bathhouse). I’d never been and had only heard stories (my interest was minimal). We went and I was too nervous to enjoy it or to fuck (I think I wore my shorts under my towel). Eventually my friend started fucking everybody and I left. I wouldn’t say my experience was bad…it was interesting in an overwhelming sense. Fast forward: I’m 24 and living in Chicago. I started to visit Steamworks (maybe once a year). I would go when I was horny, hygenic, and had time off on holidays (mostly thanksgiving). I would go and find one, maybe two guys to fuck me and then leave. A few years ago: I moved to Seattle and ran wild. I stated frequenting Club Z and Steamworks. I spiraled quickly into a no-load-refused community cumdump spending hours begging for loads from everybody passing through. Bathhouses are my life. They’re where I belong. It took about 10 years to figure that bit out.

PART 1 I was working on a long term assignment in Louisville. Since it was long term, my employer saved money by leasing a house for me to use instead of a hotel room even the type that are suites. Several possible houses were visited before settling on a ranch style with a finished basement and 2-car detached garage. The place had a huge deck, a second smaller deck, landscaping beyond belief, and most importantly a swimming pool with the entire back yard surrounded by a privacy fence. Not a bad set up. Well, things went fairly well but decidedly different than what I was used to in Chicago. Decidedly is such an understatement. I backwashed the pool after brushing the floor and sides and letting the filter system overnight clean the water. I went back in the house going to retrieve from the kitchen an apple to eat. As I passed the top of the steps to the basement, I realized that something was amiss. I went downstairs and found that from the floor drain sewer water was backing into the combination laundry and furnace room. This had to be water from the backwash I had just done. So, early the next morning (Thursday) I placed a call to the landlord receiving the name of the plumbing company to call. I did so and arranged for first call the next day (Friday) which surprisingly was available on such short notice. Next, I notified my supervisor that I would be late arriving to work because of the plumbing issue. Since I was going to be late arriving to work the next day, I decided to see about having some fun. I went home and did a thorough flush of my own system before heading out. There is an ABS across the river in Indiana. I got there about 9:00 and did a slow walk through. From what I counted, about a dozen men occupying the peep show area. I knew right off that there were definitely three I had an interest in and hoped to capitalize on that if I were lucky enough. I made my way back through the hallways and cruised the first of the three I had liked. He got the hint and at least was receptive to my cruising. We walked on to the third cross hallway with each of us taking a booth that shared a glory hole. I deposited a few tokens and slipped my shorts and t-shirt off laying them on the stool. I removed the bottle of lube from my shorts and applied a light coating. Kneeling down, I looked through the glory hole and saw this man had also stripped. Nice body on him and nice cut cock as well. He was white, about 6 feet tall, short-cropped light hair, furry chest, arms, and legs, dark eyes, and clean shaven. He stood there stroking his cock which by now had bloomed to a nice looking 7 inches or so. He moved toward the glory hole and slowly pushed his cock through to my waiting mouth where I swallowed it whole. His cock was bathed in my mouth for several minutes as we both settled into a routine of mutual satisfaction. I slid on and off his cock giving it the best possible with such a partition between us. I felt his cock being pulled out of my mouth and back through the hole. He bent down to the hole and said, "Do you get fucked?" "Yes, but no condoms and the load goes in my ass," I replied. He grinned and stood up lining up the point of his cock at the glory hole. I quickly stood, turned around, and pulling my ass cheeks as far apart as possible, backed up to the hole bending over for access. I braced myself on the opposite wall as I immediately felt his cock head pushing on my hole. More pressure was applied eventually resulting in his cock tip spreading open my sphincter allowing the entire head of his cock to enter my ass. He stopped momentarily but began pushing forward once more slowly until his cock was buried as far in my ass as the wall allowed. I felt him flex his cock a few times and then began his delivery dance. Fucking and being fucked in a peep show booth is testy at best. This man was in no hurry and neither was I. We both were going to get what we needed. He withdrew his cock until only the head was still inside me then pushed back inwards. Repeating this several times stirred my insides to action which was to coat his cock with a thin coating of fuck juices he was creating. More in and out of my ass which was feeling great about this time. It had been months since I had been fucked. I was spoiled in Chicago getting fucked at least once a day and sometimes more. My fucker's rhythm continued in and out until his ball band upped the tempo of the music to which he was dancing. He picked up on the speed and began his in and out faster. He continued his fucking with ever increasing his speed in a slow imperceptible mode until it became obvious that his once gentle in and out was now at full throttle driving home to completion. I adjusted and braced myself for the now last throes of fucking that I was getting. My fucker was now pounding into my ass and slamming his pelvis into the plywood wall making a hard impact "THUD" sound which anyone who has been in such a business knows what such a sound means. Then, the telltale verbal coming from the next booth began. It was an almost imperceptible open-mouthed panting followed by a grimaced grunt as the last "THUD" was heard in the place. He shoved his now fully inflated and hardened 7-inch swollen cock into my ass as far as he could holding it there as salvo after salvo after salvo of his gooey sticky white DNA fled his balls flowing through his cock splattering on the inside of my gut. Each flood of his baby making juices coated my insides smearing themselves all over my intestine and forced further inside me as well as spread back along the head of his cock. I could feel his deposit slowing but was not ready to end this and neither was he. We stayed coupled in this way with me now sweating as I was sure he was until there were no more signs from his cock that there was anything left. To be sure, I gently squeezed on his cock as he slowly pulled it from my ass hesitating only when the head of his cock reached my hole. He slowly pulled it backwards and once released I quickly pulled off the wall and knelt at the hole shoving my open mouth to the hole where I was rewarded with the goo-covered cock being pushed into my mouth. I bathed it solemnly pulling off it when I believed there was nothing remaining to clean. "Thanks, man. Damn good ass," I heard. "Any time. Here's my card. Give me a call if you want to repeat this in comfort." I replied. I pulled one of my personal cards from my shorts pocket and passed it to him through the hole. We both dressed and left our booths at the same time. He departed, and I went hunting for one of the other two men I hoped would fuck me. I found one and did my cruising but found no interest. Each to his own. The third man I went hunting for several minutes but never found a trace of him. I presumed that he departed while I was being fucked. So, I continued my wandering the halls. Nothing struck my fancy or taste and had decided to leave and began walking toward the exit. As I neared the exit door to the main display room for this ABS, around the corner came this man that immediately caught my attention. He was as black as charcoal, stood about six feet four or so, over 200 pounds, Van Dyke, and shaved head. He had on--barely--a cut off t-shirt, jogging shorts, and flip-flops. He "clacked" along the hall, and I heard him before he had rounded the corner and continued on after he had stopped short before running over me. We stood facing each other momentarily looking directly into the eyes of the other. I knew I was not leaving until I at least had made an effort at hooking up with this giant. As I said, he did walk around me and continued down the hall. I turned around and began following. After about 15 steps or so, he glanced backwards but continued on with me at a respectable distance but definitely following. He went to the last cross hall and began walking down it. This particular row of booths have no glory holes. I hoped he would go back up the far side hall and into a booth that did have a glory hole, but he didn't. He stopped at a booth, pulled open the door, glanced back at me, nodded, and entered the booth. I finished the distance between me and the door that he had entered. I discreetly looked in the cracked door as he turned looking at me. He waved me in and enter I did closing and locking the door behind me. It was close but who cared. He shoved what must have been all of his tokens in the machine, flipped through the channels until he found a movie of a black male top and a white male bottom. He left no room for doubt what was going to happen here . . . and I was not going to disagree or object. For such a large man, he quite adeptly pulled his t-shirt up over his head, then, holding onto the shirt, inserted his thumbs into his jogging shorts pushed them and a jock strap down to the floor. He had stepped out of his flip-flops kicking them into a corner, stepped out of his shorts and jock, and stood upright once more. What I saw hanging in front of him was amazing. He had shaved all his pubic hair off and from what I could see all the pubic hair off his now drooping ball sac which hung pendulously with two large orbs. In front of that drooping ball sac hung an equally black fat uncut cock with a vein running almost the entire length on top that was almost as large as a #2 pencil. It had to be at least 9 inches if not more in length. I raised my eyes to meet his as I kicked off my sandals as I began pulling my t-shirt over my head. I also removed my shorts as he had done. When I stood upright, I could see a slight smile on his face. I reached out taking his clothes and put all of them on the stool. He stepped forward taking my ears into his hands. He moved his hands over my body touching first one part and then another. He physically felt and inspected me in detail including turning me around and inspecting my backside. Once satisfied, he turned me around to face him once more. Not a word had passed between us. "Didn't think there would be anyone here and almost didn't come," he said quietly in a voice that resonated from deep within him. His voice ever so matched his massive body. "Glad you came, too. Been here long?" "Awhile. Going to work late tomorrow and thought I'd try this place again after a long time and no luck," I replied. "Any luck tonight?" he asked. "Hooked up with one guy earlier and was leaving when you came in. So far my luck is holding out for a second guy," I replied challenging him. "Ahhh. And, what luck did you have with him?" he asked. "Luck enough to suck his cock and get it shoved in my ass for a good hard fucking and load of his cum," I answered honestly. I'm always too honest. He stepped closer now wrapping his arms around me pinning mine to my side. He slid his arms down until his hands reached my ass where he grabbed each cheek in one hand and squeezed. I raised my arms at this time and put them around his neck making the last distance between us disappear. He kneaded my cheeks for awhile as we stood together. Then, he began a backwards step. I left my hands on his shoulders as he brought his hands to the front of me. He placed his left hand on my right hip and took his right hand as he bent downward slightly and put it between my thighs. I moved my feet further apart and squatted slightly as well. We continued to look at each other. His right hand moved slowly between my upper thighs until I could feel his fingers touching my ass. I bent my knees slightly keeping my lowered position. I felt his fingers exploring my ass as if they were insect antennae. Once his touch located the desired spot for which he was hunting, he took his thick calloused middle finger and began inserting it where he blindly thought was my hole. He continued a somewhat gentle pressure until at last the tip of his manly finger caused the collapse of the rim encircling my hole. Once the rim collapsed, it followed that he sensed the exact location and homed in on the vulnerable spot inserting fully without fanfare and by this time very little lube the entire length of his worn middle finger attached to his great working hand. The rough entry dilated my ass melting it into submission and made known to this great hulk of a man by the gently quiet moan of ecstasy and lustful desire I emitted as I settled downward onto his middle finger as it invaded my ass. His head turned slightly upwards to look at my face as I turned my own head to face him. A slight smile crept onto his lips as my eyes begged for more. He began moving his finger around and around inside me poking and prodding and probing in search of the known contents of my previous invader. He felt the now liquid form of the once sticky glue-like deposit that had been made which had by now melted into a thin liquid coating my gut and now his finger. More and more he played inside my ass as I almost swooned at his touch. He was a man with a great purpose and knew precisely what I had done before we met and knew precisely what he was doing now to me for his gratification. A very light sweat began forming on me. I held onto his neck for stabilization and used my firmly planted feet in support of my not losing my balance. Too soon and yet with regret I felt his meaty finger being withdrawn. He quickly brought his hand between us as he stood fully upright with my rising to match him. He raised his finger between us looking at it and then back to my eyes. He turned his hand so that his wet finger pointed at me; I opened my mouth and accepted it nursing on it savoring the taste of the man who had fucked me earlier. I gave homage to that act of wanton sexual perverse copulation glorying in what had taken place hoping to provoke a repeat with this man. "I'm not going to ask because it is obvious. But, you need to be bred again. You need my strain in there to mix and mutate. You need it, and you're going to get it. But, I need to be sure of course that you're really primed for it." he said quietly in his deep bass voice. I only stared in utter submission and acceptance . . . and delight. He pulled his finger from my mouth, reached over for the stool putting it in an off centered position of our booth, and directed me over the stool where I dangled perilously. Unceremoniously, once more I felt his rough middle finger touch my ass hole at the precise center as once more he fully inserted this middle finger full length as fast as possible until his fist abruptly came to a halt by hitting my ass. Despite having been inside me once this insertion was not gentle but not the worst of all insertions ever made in my ass. It was pleasurably rough. He twisted and turned his finger now yanking it outward and shoving it back inward as quickly as the first time as I lay on the stool. He finger fucked my ass for a very long time but finally slowed long enough on an outward pull to insert his index finger which without actually seeing it was as equally as rough worn and calloused as his middle finger. He now used both fingers which had stretched my hole wider naturally. After a possible couple dozen insertions, he once more stopped fully inserted in my ass. I had held still and made every effort to keep the stool from tumping over with each thrust made into my ass. "Get ready, bitch. You're going to be primed up certain now," he spoke loud enough for me to hear. With that, he went to work on my intestines by scraping his fingernails the full length from inside me to my ass hole and by twisting his fingers sideways. He moved his two rough but now slick fingers all over my insides by contorting his body into different yoga positions so that no portion of any part of my intestine had not been scraped, scratched, nicked, poked or probed by his two fingers and from the time he spent doing his work he must have done each area at least twice. Satisfied, I felt his finger tips straighten as he withdrew them from my ass. I glanced backwards though viewing upside down his gargantuan charcoal black cock which by now was turgid and had a long string of pre-cum hanging downward. I could feel my own cock reacting in a similar fashion as the evidence of my own pre-cum seeping out suddenly released from the weight of the string of pre-cum and snapped off dropping off onto the floor. I looked downward at the floor once more thinking that this was how we were going to finally fuck but felt his left manly hand on my shoulder pulling on it. I struggled upward with his assistance and got to my feet. Turning me further to face him, he shoved his two fingers into my eyesight. I saw a very pink liquid coating on them and quickly looked directly into his eyes and raised the corner of my lips in a knowing smile. He offered his fingers to me, and I accepted them licking them clean tasting his handiwork. He withdrew them soon enough pushing me back away from facing him. I became a rag doll allowing him to position and move me around to his liking. We soon were positioned so that I was facing a side wall and his back was to the opposite side wall allowing us both to view the movie at our leisure though not much viewing was done by me. I never asked how much he watched it. "Put your hands on the wall and bend over. I like to fuck standing up or in unusual positions or places." I reached out spacing my hands apart and bent over. He moved quietly behind me. I felt his right hand at my shoulder. "Turn your head," he said. I obeyed seeing his jock strap now being balled up in his hand. I opened my mouth and felt the dry material being stuffed inside my mouth. I accepted it but began to stuff and rearrange it suiting my taste and finally had it positioned for maximum use. I knew what a gag meant, and this behemoth knew it would be needed. He leaned in close and said, "Brace yourself. No lube but what's in you, and you know what that means me going in. We're going to bounce you down on my cock all the way just to see how much more we can prep that ass of yours. You'll need that jock of mine; use it but keep your mouth closed by clamping down on your teeth 'til they hurt. Lock your jaws closed tight. I'm going to bend down and then you back your hole up to my tip. Settle your hole on good so it goes straight in. NO PULLING OFF. You do and I'll ram in your ass balls deep in one shove; you don't want that. My hands are going to be on the wall behind me to hold me up. That's where the bouncing on comes in. When I say 'bounce', you raise up just a little then drop your ass down, and I'll push my cock up. We're going to tear your ass up but then we'll have some real fun. Okay?" I shook my head yes and revelled at the thought of this entry and fuck. I was certain that this was going to be extremely painful but would be worth every nerve ending sent into sensory overload. I began to clamp my teeth together as the sweat began gathering on my skin in anticipation. My fucker positioned himself as I adjusted myself to match his position. I finally took my right hand off the wall reaching behind me guiding my ass downward the last few inches until I felt his cock. I matched up the two making them come together as directed as I repositioned myself to be sure that his now fully stiffened cock was pointing directly at my ass hole so that there would be a direct entrance once the sphincter was breached. I thought about my earlier fuck and hoped that would make this entrance at least somewhat easier though I quietly doubted it. I moved my hand back to the wall. "Ready?" I took a deep breath and shook my head yes. "Okay. On three, bounce. One . . . two . . . three!" I knew that until I was firmly seated on his cock or at minimum the head of his cock this first bounce was the most risky since if I raised up too much the chance of a misalignment of his cock head to my ass hole would result in a huge jolt of pain. That thought both excited and terrified me. But, almost instinctively I raised upwards just enough because I never lost the physical touch of his cock head and downward I plunged my ass in a short jabbing motion. At the exact same time of my plummet down, my booth mate began an upward jab. The result was we impaled my ass onto his cock about a couple of inches made possible by the beautiful hood which had easily slid backwards once it had been forced in my hole despite having no lube. Oh, yes, to be sure there was resistance but downward and upward pressure prevailed. I can not describe the delicious pain which triggered an automatic reflex to scream to match the screaming my ass was doing signalled by my sphincter tightening around his behemoth much as a python constricting a prey. I held steady in place not removing myself but enduring--and loving--every scream that I made in my throat keeping my mouth clamped shut and lips seemingly sealed with glue. As we rested, the stars began to fade, and I began to relax. I heard quiet chuckling behind me as most of the stars disappeared. "Good man. On three, bounce. One . . . two . . . three!" Once more I rose up more confident this time reaching my maximum height as I realized that I was pulling his cock skin taut and then plunged downward once more. He once more at the same moment made his upward thrust as I dropped down. Another two inches or so impaled. Again the pain, clamping my teeth and screaming. Again, tensing my body. But not pulling off this beginning of a fuck. It was now as my screaming halted that I realized I knew how high I could go before dropping down. I also realized that as he was behind watching. He saw my raising up and knew the split second moment that I had reached my uppermost limit. He had super perception to begin his upper thrust instantaneously before my downward plunge so that we would maximize our effort of impaling my ass onto his cock. The man was a genius! "Good man. Going great. Looks like your ass could take a champagne bottle now." I thought, "You mean it isn't?" "Once more. This time with some gusto. Let's see if we can set a record for how much goes in that ass of yours. You ready?" I shook my head yes and physically adjusted myself on the wall and in my stance. "Okay. On three, bounce. One . . . two . . . three!" For the third time, I lifted myself upwards and made an extra effort pulling myself upwards off his cock. As I hovered over him, I knew he was watching me and from an unknown source I released a low sustained grunt at the end of which I pushed upwards on the wall as I rammed my ass downwards as hard as I could considering my physical position. True to form, this man was watching me and listening to me and knew the signs of when I was going to explode down onto his cock. He met me with his upward thrust sending another three inches into my ass and sending me all through the same wonderful contortions that had visited me twice before. For the third time, I was resplendent with pain and lust quieting to acceptance in shorter time than previously incurred. This time though my nerve endings were beginning to become accustomed to such behavior. Despite injecting fifty percent more in my ass this attempt the return was not the same as the first two and the recovery was faster. My brain was letting go and accepting my fate . . . and deep lustful desire to be full impaled on this beautiful man. My soon to be fucker was in tune to my recovery and was ready himself. "Okay. Almost done. Make this the best one yet. Drive that ass down hard! Let's get this connection made. I got babies to make with you. On three, bounce. One . . . two . . . three!" I obediently complied pulling myself upward stretching as I could despite my legs and thighs now cramping from the exaggerated position they had been in for such a long time but the pain they generated was insignificant and immaterial because of the payoff I was going to get. I drove myself in a frenzied backwards and down motion feeling just a slight moment before the release of the strain I felt at my ass hole when the upward pressure was relieved by my fucker's beginning upward thrust with equal speed and determination. There was no time now for the silly pain that had plagued me before. This was it. I was fully impaled on his cock which had grown and fully stiffened during our foreplay. We had heard my ass hit his bare crotch area and we both felt the skin of the other. He grunted deeply as I at the exact same moment released a guttural moan of completion satisfied in what we had just done. I felt him moving as he began walking up the wall with his forearms and hands. I moved forward a slight bit to give him room for rising to his full height once more. His rough gouged working hands once more attached themselves to me. His right hand held my right hip as his left hand took my left shoulder in its clutches. We each shuffled around on the floor adjusting ourselves for comfort. He leaned over my back coming close to the back of my head. "Didn't think you'd make it. Glad you did; I know you're glad too. He-he! Now, gonna lay some big black prime pipe in there and make lots of room for Daddy's baby making juice. Knock you up good. Bet your jaws hurt the way you clamped down on your teeth. I heard all that but you're damn good and fine." he said in my ear pulling his body upright as he finished. "Hang on, bitch. This ride is just starting." With that last comment, I felt his now fully inflated black cock yanked from its sheath--my ass--and shoved back in all the way in less than a half second and the action repeated at least twice more before my brain processed fully the pain signals it was receiving. He continued on with his Indy race car piston fucking as I doubled my fists and stiffened into rigor mortis body mode throttling my own lung induced screams once more as I clamped harder still my teeth fully shut salivating all over his now soaked jock which was still stuffed in my mouth prohibiting the outward burst of my emotions as I squeezed closed my eyes creating an entire new universe of stars seen only by me as I passed into a dark place of sheer joy and elation. What seemed like days of his rough calloused workman's hands holding onto my left shoulder and right hip as his blood engorged now shiny black cock invaded and escaped my ass left my mind to fly at supersonic speed in its race through all the emotions of extreme life threatening pain that mixed so clearly with the endorphin enhanced pleasures of feeling that massive tree trunk that was doing its job in my ass. I noticed finally that my rigor mortis was lessening as my sweat production leveled off allowing me to begin my steady flight of lustful delight in enjoying this fucking I was receiving. I swallowed several times to moisten my throat. My head began to wobble and bob. My arms sagged a bit leaning me slightly closer to the wall I was facing. I began a low almost indistinguishable guttural moan and gasp as my mind took charge fully focusing on my fucker and the job he was doing. I stiffened my resolve to meet every inward thrust from this man. Hearing my sounds of approval and acceptance spurred my fucker on. He now grabbed me by both hips and drove his hardened black cock in and out of my ass as he had been doing non-stop from when he had begun. As soon as he had grabbed both my hips, I adjusted my hands on the wall and braced myself for his further invasions. I continued my deep throated groans giving assent to his fucking as he pummelled my hole giving great pleasure to both of us. I finally had the tempo of his in and out and began a slight backward thrust shoving my ass onto his forward marching cock time after time after time. Neither of us would be deterred. "Only . . . a . . . brief . . . look . . . at . . . you . . . when . . . I . . . rounded . . . that . . . corner . . . but . . . knew . . . we . . . were . . . going . . . to . . . get . . . a . . . booth . . . together . . . and . . . fuck," he said as he punched his cock repeatedly in my ass as if each entry were an exclamation mark for each word. "Didn't . . . think . . . you . . . were . . . up . . . to . . . the . . . fun . . . but . . . you . . . proved . . . you're . . . a . . . hot . . . piece . . . of . . . ass . . . to . . . breed. By now his fucking had somewhat slowed a bit but was still delicious. He now was in a slower mode but one that emphasized the inward thrust as if he were punctuating his now growing urgency to complete his mission. Slower still his fucking motions became noticeable until at last he would pull his cock fully out of my ass until just the bare tip of his now naked cock head was still inside me. I could now feel the extra skin that belonged over his cock head easily sliding along inside me with each of his punctuated fucking motions. Still slower he fucked but with each inward slam the thrust became more vicious, hard, and deeper until I was sure that I would be bruised. I also realized that surely all of his foreplay with his two fingers had done their work and by now I was at least oozing blood into my intestine mixing with created fuck juices and pre-cum. I didn't mind as long as he was satisfied. Then, he pulled his cock to the edge of my hole and stopped. I heard and felt him breathing heavily. I could tell he was as wet as I was with his own sweat but I was also on the receiving end of his as it dripped off him onto me. Better still: I would take all his body fluids. He then doubled his grip on my hips and slammed into me the hardest he had done pushing me off balance. He continued this imbalance and shoved me against the wall flat as he moved up behind me raising his hands up to mine which were now stretched upwards on the wall. We stood there connected by his now spitting cock. I felt him unleashing a torrent of his self-confessed poisoned DNA into my ass, and I relished each deposit made. I moved my right hand to my mouth pulling his jock from my mouth as my tongue pushed from inside. As soon as it was fully removed, I said quietly to him, "Thank you; thank you; thank you. Fill my ass up with that poison of yours so that it can become a part of me. Mark me and make me yours. Feed me your manna. Pump me full." We stayed in this position for quite some time cooling off as well as coming down from our highs as indeed his cock continued to fill my ass with his baby making fluid. I heard his heavy breathing which matched my own. We came down from the high-pitched fuck that we had just gone through and allowed for all the slow swimmers to get as far as possible through his now not so hard black cock. Eventually, he pulled our hands down from the upper part of the wall but remained pressed up against me. Neither of us wanted to separate. But separate we did. I bent over deeply once we had stepped away from the wall so that he had the best position of removing his cock. As the head reached my ass hole, he stopped, and I tensed my sphincter. He gently pulled the remainder of his cock out of my ass with a definite "splat" sound hitting the floor. We knew that sound and knew what it meant. "Don't move," he said. I felt him quickly kneeling and watched upside down as he scooped up the blob of pinkish liquid. I got down on my hands and knees and waited. I felt his fingers that I had seen with this liquid near my hole and felt them push easily inside me. He fingered my hole several times pulling it free at last. I quickly turned around grasping his hand and sucked his fingers clean until he removed them from my mouth. I turned to his cock and began ministering to it licking and sucking it as clean as possible. I knew my mouth was going to be a mess . . . and it was. But, he pulled me up from the floor and began licking my face. This turned into kissing and we shared deep tongue entangling kisses as we prepared to go our separate ways. "I'd like to get your number and will give you mine if you fuck more than once," he said. "Just give me some paper and a pen or pencil. Oh, right. I don't think either of us has that here. But, I do in my car. And, I for sure want to fuck with you more." I replied. I knew I didn't have but the one personal card on me. We dressed in silence and walked slowly out of the ABS. At my car, we got in, and I got a pad and pen that I always have. I quickly wrote my name, address, and phone number on the top sheet tearing it off and handing it to him along with the note pad. He wrote his name and number returning the pad and pen to me. I tore off the page putting it in my wallet. We sat there a moment. "I am serious about wanting to fuck you some more," he said. "You like to be fucked as much as I like to fuck, and you can take it. Most guys can't take more than one load from me because of the pain, but you took three." I stared at him. "What do you mean I took three? You only shot one load in my ass or are you counting when you were finger fucking me?" I laughed. "You got three loads of cum from me. I don't stop fucking on the first two loads, and they aren't easy to detect when I deliver them. Most guys usually get one out of me but because of how I fuck they can't take the pain, so, I have to find a couple more guys to fuck. I have trouble stopping at just one load." he said. "Any time you want to fuck, call me. Here, let me put my work number on there as well. I am serious about our fucking again. But, next time, how about at my house? We'll have some privacy and a lot more comfort. Although I do love the sleazy side of things. And, I can not believe you pumped three loads in my ass. Although it does explain why I feel so slick," I offered. "I'll give you a call this weekend if you are up for it," he said grinning. "If I'm not, I'll have some rope ready for you. Pump those three and more in me." We both laughed. He opened the door and moved out. He winked at me, closed the door, and strode off to another part of the parking lot. I started my car, backed out of my space, and headed my car to the road and home. He pulled out onto the highway behind me. He followed me over the bridge and continued on south on I-65. I merged onto Watterson, and he continued south. I mentally reviewed my visit to Theatre X and decided it was a definite trip worth making. Perhaps I had only run into a dry spell when I stopped going. I may have to return there and be more patient. So, to bed I went when I got home. I had a plumber to deal with in the morning and had to get to work when the plumber was finished. I was a happily fucked man but wished quietly that I had invited him home with me. I could sure use a good cock in my ass for a nightcap.

Me my wife knew about the bathhouse and quick hook up i end up with syphilis and hiv and still love me

Well I was a total slut yesterday... Went to the sauna, Tuesday usually good and yesterday no exception. Took at least 8 loads there, possibly 10. Highlights were the big beefy stud who coaxed me into a cubicle and bred my cunt with a huge load. Also made out which was hot. Biggest load was from the older hung lad downstairs in the suck-a-thon area. He eyed me up on the bench, impressive 9 incher getting to full mast in seconds. I gave him oral and then he fucked me senseless, my new French poppers helping him along. He left a happy lad, as did I, hole full of cum on the train home. My Fuckbuddy loves sloppy seconds so a quick WhatsApp message to him and I drove to his flat. He was calling me a dirty pig whore and a slut as he bred me. I have to agree with him, that's exactly what I was yesterday, a dirty slut, and I fucking loved it...

Even I came twice--such a rarity for me. My dick just did not go down. But before that , I must have plowed at least 2/3 of the 55 to 60 men's asses, maybe a little more! A good buffet, indeed!!

@AirmaxUK is so right. Each and every one of us fought off millions of competing sperm just to exist. It’s a privilege to be here. And it doesn’t last long. I can’t ever imagine being bored. As the saying goes: “I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I’ll use my time.”

Men who take cock are meant to take it raw.

Are you fucking her raw or wrapping? if you're already wrapping then there's no cause for alarm. If you're barebacking her then you need to get on Prep right away if you're going to let guys bareback you. Either way you're playing with fire as you can get STDs taking raw loads that you can pass to her. And not taking raw loads isn't going to work either. You're already too far down that path. Getting barebacked feels too good to stop and if you're taking loads raw you're too far gone. I'm guessing she has no idea of what you're doing with guys and you probably don't want to tell her. I play with more than a few guys who are like you and I get it. I can't tell you what to do or what not to do, you have to do what you feel is best. But honestly the best thing to do is get on prep asap.

Pozzed Cheerleader 7 I walked or rather I slogged my way over to the Fieldhouse where the cheer squad practices. The men and women each have their own locker rooms. When I got there the room felt different, like they all had been talking about me and they hushed when I entered the room. Jamie had his locker near mine and Mark was a few away from me. We made small talk and soon the locker room was back into the swing of things. I turned my back on everyone to slip my jock on to hide my plug. I was wondering how my shorts were going to hide that thing. I just put it out of my mind. I scanned the room sizing up all the guys on the team. There were 8 of us. I knew Mark was bi, Jamie was gay and in the same situation as me. Michael was more than likely gay, but came off as a condom nazi. Jim was straight and dating the head cheerleader. Andy was an unknown, but he did hang with Jamie a lot and so did Jalen and Ty (the two black guys on the team). So, converting this team I may have my work cut out for me. WE tossed and tumbled our way through 2.5 hours of grueling practice. I mean tossing 120lb bitches in the air can be exhausting. I decided to hang back in the locker room as I did not want to get in the shower with everyone with the plug still in my ass. So I killed as much time as I could. I had 3 fresh loads from the bathroom this morning and I knew Mark, Jamie and Jalen were taking their sweet-ass time in the shower as well. I waited till I could not wait any longer. Most of the guys were gone, so I wrapped a towel around my waist and scooted into the shower. Jamie snickered, “I heard you spent some time in the Union hall bath this morning, that was my duty till you came along, it was supposed to go to Mark”. I must have looked shocked at hearing Mark was supposed to have that duty. I wondered what they had him doing. I would find out soon enough. I heard a slight moan through the steam of the shower and made my way towards the sound. It was Mark bent over with Jalen slamming his huge black cock in and out of his ass. Jamie assured me he was a recent convert and would be going up to see George and the crew in a couple of weeks for a full conversion. For now though, he is just using our cunts whenever the urge strikes him. I hoped the urge would strike me soon I thought. I asked Jamie who else was converting over. He assured me the whole team at some point they just don’t know it yet including the girl (that is a story for another time) . I wondered where did I come in with all this. Funny, you should ask that Jamie said and at the time Ty strolled into the shower. “I heard you give good head” Ty quizzed me. My answer was to pull him to me under the shower stream and fall to my knees and swallow his massive dark cock. I really took a liking to black cock the last few days. I could see out of the corner of my eye Jamie move over behind Jalen and begin to eat his ass. Poor bastard was being set up for being fucked and he did not even know. I heard Jalen moan, “tongue my ass deeper, you white cunt.” I thought I would take some initiative and let my fingers do the walking with Ty and would let them roam his backside. He pulled his cock out and smacked me hard against the face and said, “no touching my ass you white faggot cocksucker. I am not faggot like you mother fuckers!’ Oh, he was going to be a challenge. I went back to blowing him and giving him the best head he ever had in his life and I knew some of the girls that have blown him including my ex. Jamie was really working over Jalen to the point he was bent over sucking Mark while Jamie had two fingers in his pussy. I was amazed. Ty looked down at me and said, “looks like you faggots turned another one. I never thought they would get Mark, but you I knew it was a matter of time before they turned your faggot ass,” His words stung for a moment, but as far as he knew they just made us “gay”. He knew nothing about the pozzing. Jalen told Jamie that was enough. He wanted two cocksuckers on his massive tool. They did not have to be told twice. I was working on Ty's massive cock and tonguing his taint. His cock was impressive when it was fully hard. He was fully aroused when he told me to get up, bent over and present my used cunt to him. I did as I was told. Ty spit on my hole and guided his black cock into my pozzed hole. I let out a moan when I felt his wiry pubes against my ass. He did not wait for me to get accustomed to his big tool before he started fucking my hole. He used me like he owned me like Jalen was using Mark and Jamie. They sucked his massive cock until he ordered Mark to assume the same position that I was in. Jamie got behind Jalen once again and used his marvelous mouth on his ass. Ty was holding onto my hips as he pounded my ass as hard as I had been in my short time as a bottom slut. “I am going to breed your ass” he breathed hard. “I am going to make you three sluts a weekly cock stop!” With that I felt his cock expand and explode into my cunt. I lost count of the amount of loads I had in my ass that day or even swallowed. Across the shower, I heard Jalen cum in Mark’s ass while Jamie beat his load into the drain while he finished lapping Jalen’s scrumptious ass. The two black power tops showered and took a moment to drain their cocks on us as we three sub sluts let their piss flow over us and then down the drain. After they left, the three of us showered separately until Mark got a hard on from fingering the loads from his ass. I was still horny. So, I asked him to fuck me under the shower while I sucked off Jamie. More to Cum Joey

I prefer hairy. Like half man half rug. Even better if bald then hairy.

Use condoms when you fuck her and bareback only with men...

my owner would have gotten me castrated years ago but he wanted me to have access to lots of random anonymous loads from men in the bathhouse. besides when he whores me out in Thailand, the bathhouse is where I get my biggest number of loads dumped inside me by anonymous strangers. he wants me to be a “freak tranny”, skinny with no cock, no balls and no tits

I agree. The US version, Horse Market SF, held two at CLAW this April. I went to the first one and there were truly men of every description as both Stallions and Mares. We had one white hood of the 55 to 60 Mares. I made sure to suit up twice during the three hours or so to help him feel like he had a good time. The fact that I can fuck for a very long time helped me sample more than my share of Mares.

I'm sure most of us start browsing on our phones or computer when we're bored and often this leads to hook up sites. Whether out of boredom or being horny, if the right proposition came along and we could, we'd all be up for the meet. However, we are often online at work or waiting for an appointment etc and can't actually meet there and then. Annoying as this is if you are the one stood up, it is part and of modern day life and I always assume this could be the case when chatting and hunting for a meet.

I never “advertise” myself for being slutty, although in general I love talking about it to hear various ideas from other guys (which is why it’s a gem to find this platform). In a dark room or in bath houses / steam rooms mostly there’s no talking at all … you see a hole and go for it. When I meet guys online and hook up with them it depends on the course of the conversation if we talk about our previous/general sex lives at all. When the conversation goes into that direction I don’t mind telling frankly how much I crave for sex with as many men as possible, because only that makes sex complete for me. Sometimes it’s funny, there are men who wanna sleep with me and get embarrassed in the same breath hearing how much I whore around with random sex partners. I remind them that they and me are nothing less than random sex partners as well and the fact that they have less sex than me doesn’t make them in any kind better or superior, and after having sex with a random mate like me they are not in the position to become moralistic all of a sudden. I remind them also that to my opinion they are actually more dangerous… as a convinced dick driven bareback fucker I get tested regularly being aware of health risks (you don't get Prep prescription otherwise here), while my experience with men who have less sex are that they get tested lesser or even never thinking they are “safe” by having a small amount of sex partners. According to my experience they are the actual super spreaders (and yes, I had an experience with a so-called "safe" person, gladly a minor thing that healed up soon after. Could have been worse). Apart from that, talking about being slutty once even connected me to the next sexual partner. One guy approached me in a bath house showing interest and expressed concern at the same time if I could be interested in him since he had saw me fucking with other guys before, he felt “out of my league”. In fact, he couldn’t be any better within my league, being helpless in the face of horniness and asking for a fuck. Those are the guys that I drop my pants for immediately, or in a bath house, my towel, which I also made clear to him. Meaning, I made him clear that I am happy to fuck any man if I feel hot for him and if he returns that sentiment (exceptions prove the rule). You could really tell it was tough for him to overcome his inhibitions and shame, which was both sweet and amazing to see how he got over his inhibitions.

When I get messages from guys who are 'bored' my reply that I'm not a babysitter and why aren't they horny usually gets me blocked. But I'm going to meet horny guys not bored guys. Positive energy not negative vibes. As it were. Yes going to a cruise venue is a better option for me or even playing on cam.

Well, actually I finally had to call Weight Watchers for my weight, and asked if they could send someone 'round. "Sure, we have plenty of those." 😂🤣 (I'll let myself out)

Presumably you care about this woman, so go on prep and get tested for STIs regularly. And keep on getting them fat loads.

I'm still able to conjure fond memories of my sexploits at Man's Country during my masturbatory activites, even to this day. I was a regular occupant of the sling in the DeSade Room, where I probably took a mile of raw cock and an ocean of questionable cum. This was from about 96-00 when I was in my 20s. HELL yes I got fucked the first time there, which was my first time at a bathhouse. I remember I was in the Pig Pit (?) or whatever they called the basement. I was at the far end of the looped hallway in the corner room. I instinctively knew to lay on my belly and present my hole to anyone rounding the corner. The first man to walk around that loop came in, fingered my hole, climbed on, and slid it in. He was probably in his late sixties with a rock hard uncut dick, probably about 7.5". He bred me deep and when he got up, left the door wide open where there were about 3 other men waiting to fuck me. I think I took about 8 loads that first night.

Agreed. When I am horny I want cock. I have a small list of friends that I like to have sex with, but when they aren't available finding a sexual outlet (or more so finding a guy to plug his outlet into my inlet) can be frustrating to say the least. The closest gay-friendly bar typically has a high ratio of bottoms to tops (isn't that everywhere?) and a hookup isn't assured. Online apps are a one in one hundred shot on a good day. So I appreciate the cocks I do run across. As for the "bored or horny", it can be both. Sex is a great way to fill a few hours/evening/night/weekend when I am bored or horny. I love to be nude and I love to be fucked, so whatever gets me there is a welcome feeling.

My Neighbors Series Part 1 - In My Neighbor's Back Yard July 2021, revised May 2022 By Hozzel A/N: This story is an original work of fiction. It has been altered, revised and improved from a previous post so the story can live in this section where it belongs. A loud thumping noise from the neighbor's back yard first attracted my attention. It sounded as if someone punched metal over and over, accompanied by repeated grunts and yelps and even slaps. Was there a fight? "Uh...uh...uh..." Curious, I snuck up to the corrugated iron fence and peered into my neighbor's half acre size back yard. Behind the large steel shed, an old white car rocked. "Oh, fuck!" I heard. Startled, I hopped back, shocked and aroused at the same time. Did I see what I thought I saw? I quickly peeked over the fence again. Wearing only a t-shirt, Roger lay face down over the white bonnet of the old car. He banged his fists and yelled "Uh" or "Fuck!" or "Good!" every time equally half-naked Flynn's hips slapped his ass. The car rocked and creaked in time to Flynn's strong thrusts. "Harder, harder!" Mesmerized, I just stood there watching the two twenty-year-old university students do this wonderful thing out in the open beneath the warm early autumn sun. Roger pounded against Flynn while Flynn smacked the car and eagerly pushed back. I could feel my emotions churn and desire rise as I admired Flynn's muscled back as he rammed into skinnier Roger. A yummy workout body, for sure. Mine wasn't bad, either, but I was thirty years older. "Hey, boys! Not without me!" Their landlord, Peter, trotted around the corner of the large back yard shed. Thick-bodied, long bearded, with a dragon tattoo on his right upper arm, Peter wore a white singlet, flipflops, and nothing else. My mouth dropped open at the sight of his massive bobbing prong. He stepped up behind Flynn and levered that cock between Flynn's rear cheeks. Flynn said something like, "Took you long enough," stopped thrusting and seemed to wait. Without hesitation, Peter pushed that great big hard thing straight between the muscled young man's tight rear cheeks. Using little push-pulls, Peter gradually worked deeper and deeper until he was fully lodged. He then roughly grabbed Flynn's hips, pulled back and slammed in hard. Every time Peter thrust, I saw his buttocks clench and quiver. I saw his balls swing. Hard thrusts, powerful thrusts, again and again and again, accompanied by loud grunts from both students. For an old retired bloke, Peter showed amazing stamina and power. In fact, he slammed into Flynn with more force than Flynn had used on Roger. Flynn began to cry out in a continuous loud pleasurable moan as Peter fucked rapidly. The verbal noise escalated into a non-stop holler. They made so much noise I worried anyone else in the neighborhood might hear and investigate. Flynn shook from the body hits and Roger kept pounding the bonnet with his fist, yelping, "Fuck, that's good!" That was it. Decency be damned! I unzipped, pulled my hard dick out, and began to frantically slip the foreskin back and forth while I watched. I didn't think I would last long. This wasn't fantasy, this was not video porn or an x-story, this was real and raw and right there not more than twenty meters away on the other side of the fence. I watched Peter fucked on and on for several frantic minutes. He fucked solidly, almost noiselessly, until, suddenly, he roared and jammed himself. He must have gone deep as Flynn yelled. I saw Peter's shaking rear clench and presumed he was unloading into the young man. The older man jabbed and grunted a few more times before pulling out. His damp singlet heaved from deep breaths. Barely wilted, his fat cock stood out and glistened in the sunlight. He turned, looked straight at me, gestured, and yelled, "Come on over and join in!" Caught out! I scrambled back from the fence and tucked my hard dick away. "Don't be shy! Come on over, Ben. It's all good. You know you want to." Peter's bearded face appeared over the fence. He said, "The boys are supposed to keep it inside but on a day like this, I can't blame them. Come on over and have some fun." He turned and called, "Hey, boys! Would you like to have a go with our neighbor, Ben? He's right here!" I heard thumping and, "Yeah!" Then the rhythmic squeaking of the car resumed as Flynn fucked into his friend again. "Don't be shy, Ben. Come on over and we'll all have a good time." Peter turned away and headed back to the young men. What the hell? I thought. It was a really tough decision ... not! I ran down the long driveway and around the fence into their property. Peter met me at the gate to his back yard and led me through. I couldn't believe my luck. My neighbors were not angry that I had been watching them. Being invited to join in shameless, bold sex seemed too good to be true. What was the catch? I had met Peter before a few times, and his borders Roger and Flynn once, but had no idea they were into anything fantastic like this. "Good man! Strip off," Peter instructed. He reached down and unbuckled my belt. "Can't root properly with all this gear." I let him quickly remove my shorts and jock and even my t-shirt. "You're hard as a rock," he observed. My whole body jerked when he fondled my erection. As if filled with special electricity, his fingers played and stroked my eager throbbing cock, causing my entire body to cringe with zaplettes of pleasure. It had been a long time since another man had pawed me. The big grin on his bearded face told me he enjoyed making me respond. He said, "Most of us don't go much for foreplay, although we do like to suck sometimes. Maybe the odd sixty-niner, too." Flynn paused but continued to hold his friend's hips. He looked at me with a cheeky grin. "We just like to fuck." He pulled out and stepped to the side as if offering. His cock was hard, wet, and right there as if goading me to lunge and take it into my keen mouth. Roger's round rear beckoned. I hesitated. It had been a long time since I had done this. I desperately wanted to sink my dick into that lovely spot but I also did not want to come across like an inexperienced idiot. "Do you have any lube?" I asked. Peter added, "He's already lubed up. Or would you rather be the bottom?" "Un, I do both," I stammered. "Well, then, that's even better! Go on, mate, take your turn." I took a deep breath, stepped up, and grasped the young man's hips. His smooth rump looked yummy. I gently poked my stiff dick at Roger's firm ass cheeks. Roger chirped. "Well, come on. Shove in! I want to feel your cock!" I could not believe how overt and relaxed these outrageous men were about this intimate act. Really? That easy? I had never before encountered anyone for whom fun sex was so easily achieved without knowing the other well. I shook my head, stepped up again and pressed the swollen head of my hot cock between Roger's fleshy cheeks. When I hesitated, Flynn laughed, "Can't you see he wants to be fucked?" and shoved me in the back so hard I suddenly pushed all the way in. Roger's internal muscles clenched on me as if he were trying to suck me inside. It felt wonderful! I just stood there stupidly, panting over his back, my hands on either side of his body, palms flat on the car, my thighs up against his fleshy buns, my twitching cock stuck in his ass while the sun warmed my naked body. I stared down at Roger's back and took a very deep breath. "Go ahead," Flynn said to me. "He likes it rough." Don't be stupid, I told myself. I placed my palms on Roger's hips and started to shove in and out. "Fuckin' come on," the young man snapped. "Give it to me!" The long-haired blond man's fingers curled as if trying to grab the smooth bonnet. I heard Peter laugh behind me. Right. I grabbed Roger's bony hips and began to pound into him. He began thumping and moaning. The rubbing pressure on my cock caused intense sensations in my body to mount far too quickly. I wanted it to last so I slowed, trying to draw out the feelings and my quickening climax. "Too good," I muttered. I glanced over. Flynn and Peter were both grinning and working themselves. They nodded in encouragement. As I fucked Roger, I could tell Peter was having a very good look at my saucy working bum. "Here," I heard Peter say, "see if you like this." I felt him step up behind me and take my hips in thick-fingered hands. What the fuck? Was he going to do to me what he had done to Flynn? I pushed deep into Roger, paused and waited. Surely, he wasn't... Peter gripped me hard. I felt his big wet slug pushed between my tense backside cheeks. He was going to shove that thing up my ass! I was actually going to get fucked! It was going to happen! My thoughts raced wild blue. Could I take it? Would it hurt? Would I like it? Old memories flashed. It had been years but I had done this routinely with my ex and, later, my fuckbud. Of course I could do it. And I knew I would simply love it. Flynn said, "He likes threesies." A wonderful fantasy and a personal first: three of us engaged with each other at the same time. Reality felt far hotter than the dream. Peter said, "Right, mate, here it comes." I felt his fat cock part my bum cheeks and pause at the entrance. His thick fingers dug into my hips. He pushed and I felt myself open up automatically, just like I used to do. The tip pushed, pushed, pressed and began to split me open. For fuck's sake he felt huge! I tried to relax as it slowly invaded my prone body. I could feel every centimeter crawl further and further. Legs spread, I stood motionless, panted hard, forced myself to relax and let it happen. I leaned over Roger and felt all the astonishing sensations while that enormous prick slowly crawled up my hole, forcing me open wider, deeper and deeper, bit by bit, forcing me to experience every luscious moment. Further and further and still further. I waited for the pain but that didn't happen. Stretched, yes. Full, yes. Stuffed, yes. My body just seemed to accept him with little qualm and allowed me to feel every single bit slide inside. It felt so good! I had missed this way too much. When his hips pressed against my rear, Peter paused and said, "You're fuckin' tight. Ever done this before? How does that feel?" "Wow," I breathed. "Huge. Full. Yes. My partner... My fuckbud... Been awhile. Wow." "Hurt?" "Barely," I admitted. "Just...really stuffed full." "Like it?" "Yeah," I said truthfully. "Love it. Thrive on it if I could." "That's what I like to hear. Here goes, slut. And remember: sluts are good people." Slut? Oh, wow! A promotion already. He pulled almost out, paused for an agonizing three seconds, and then pushed himself back into me. I let out an explosive breath. I could feel his entire cock slide as he began to fuck. My own dick was still buried inside Roger, too. As Peter pushed back in, I was forced to push into Roger as well. Soon Peter was fucking me quickly, causing me to do the same to Roger. It felt as if my own penis swelled further as it slipped inside the young man's tight ass. Roger began beating the car again in time to Peter's solid thrusts, and I began to pant at the same rate. As Peter shoveled something inside my rear began to tingle. I knew what it was, and I was surprised it was happening so easily and quickly. Clearly, my body had not forgotten. I had missed these mini-orgasms so much. Rub my prostate and I could go off like a rocket in no time. It felt like mild pleasurable electricity shooting out from my anus, coursing through all my nerves, charing me. Years ago, my fuckbud used to do this regularly. I taught myself how to cum that way, and then cum again after only a short time, and then again and again until I couldn't take the strong sensations any more. In an attempt to hold off, I huffed, "Oof! How often do you guys do this?" "Have sex with each other? All the time," Flynn said beneath me. "Almost every day." "And night," I heard Peter say behind he as he shoved. "And morning," Roger blurted beneath me. "Oh, fuck!" His fist slammed the bonnet. "Do you like it, Rog?" I asked. I gently slid my palms over the young man's bare back while Peter fucked me with short, jabbing strokes. I certainly liked it. "Fuck, yeah!" Roger said, "Can't get enough. I could do this all day and all night." "Do you ever get to do it to them? Be the top?" "Sometimes, but I like being a cumdump best. There's never enough. Oof!" I took a punt and asked, "You guys do it with anyone else or just you three?" Peter thrust hard and said, "Stupid question." Flynn said, "We know he's old enough to be our grandfather. But look at him! He outdoes us! He takes us whenever he wants, even a couple times a day and at night. He's much keener than Flynn's dad. We do it with our mates, too. Or Pete's street buddies. There's a sort of a club the neighborhood men belong to. They meet here on weekends. Suck and fuck each other, have gangbangs. A lot of fun." Peter added, "There is one big rule: no one is allowed to say no if one of the guys asks for it." Peter suddenly slammed into me, knocking my breath out through my nose. As before, he did not pause or stop, just continued to fuck in and out of my body. "I'm getting there," he said. "How're you doin'?" "Fuckin' hell, I think you're screwing my prostate," I said. "I'm coming inside." My body twisted in pure pleasure as a fluidless assgasm flashed through me. It felt unbelievable! I shuddered while he shoveled that monster in and out of me. Oh, yeah, it was getting to me alright, and he was not letting me take a breath. "You're going to ... make me ... cum again..." "Knew it. That's the idea, slut. As far as we're concerned fucking is the greatest thing to do, so we all do it often." Despite coming inside, my erection remained firm inside Roger's clenching ass. Peter suddenly growled, "Gunna cum!" He rammed hard. I felt his enormous cock swell inside. Felt him deep. Felt his cock pulse as strong volleys of thick warm fluid powerfully shot into me. My senses were finally pushed beyond their limit. I could no longer hold back. I yelled very loud and started to shoot my goo into the Roger's greedy ass. Peter yelled, "What'd ya scream like that that for?" I pulled myself hard against Roger's bum while I yelled and unloaded several fantastic volleys. My own anus clenched and clenched on Peter. The feeling flashed incredibly intense. I yelled again in pure joy. "Better that way," I eventually panted. My cock pulsed longer than I expected. The pleasure had been so intense I could hardly speak. "Like ... karate. Yelling and screaming makes it ... feel stronger. Greater punch." "Have to remember that." The weight on my back suddenly lifted. My anus felt empty, my rear cool and exposed. Peter smacked my bum. "Ready for more?" More? I started to stand up. My legs felt weak. I shook briefly, but I stammered, "Okay. Whatever you want." They all laughed as if I had said something crazy. "Rog, you want another round with our new slut?" Roger levered himself off the car and faced me. He was long and thin and curved straight up. "My turn," was all he said. "Give me ... a moment. Catch my breath." Roger insisted and started to hop eagerly. "House rule. You can't say no. House rule." "That's the rule," Peter said. "You ask for it, you get it or you gotta give it or share it. Any time, anywhere with any of our group. Everyone's equal. Everyone is happy. No one feels used because you can ask anyone, too. No one is ever left out. If one can't do it, another can and will. We look after each other. We make it work. Everyone's happy." "But there has to be times when it just isn't possible." "Then you do a rain check. Do it later. Go ahead, Rog. Ben, here, is our new fucktoy and he has to follow our rule now." "Look at me!," Roger insisted. His cock stuck straight up, hard and proud and in need. "You've really turned me on." He stepped before me, grabbed my arms roughly, and pulled my body against his. For a skinny boy, he was quite strong. Face close, I felt his hot breath then lips on mine then tongue as he tried to lick my own tongue. Felt his wiry body writhe against mine. What the hell. I let him and returned the passionate kiss. My hands descended to his round rump and I felt his urgent hard cock rub against mine. It had been a long time feeling desire from anyone, too. I ate it all up and my cock decided it did not wish to wilt. Roger used his foot to trip and wrestle me to the ground. On my back, he spread my thighs with his hips and knees. Grinning, he reared up over me. Looking into his blue eyes, I felt him probe. His cock suddenly speared into me, a surprisingly thankful feeling. Instantly he began to fuck me with long steady strokes and panting breaths and a great big, huge grin. I felt his body move against me, felt his stomach rub along my hard cock. Flynn fell onto his friend's back, knocking him onto me and knocking my breath out. Roger paused while Flynn inserted. And then Peter, amazingly renewed again, knelt between our legs and pushed into Flynn as well. My legs stretched wide, knees bent, feet against Flynn's spread upper thighs. I reveled in the amazing four-way fuck. "Let's go, boys!" We awkwardly gang-fucked but it didn't last long. We all laughed when they fell off. Peter came over, dropped to his knees and fed me his thick cock. I lapped and sucked and held it while Roger kept furiously fucking me. It wasn't long before he yelled, too, and burst into me. He levered himself off, stood, grinning. Instead of being worn out, I was super-charged, energized, eager for the next hit of fantastic sex in the sunny back yard with my amazing neighbors. I held out my arms, spread my knees wide. But Roger and Flynn raced off and Peter handed me my clothes. As he escorted me back to my home, shamelessly still half-nude, he said, "Thanks for joining us. Opens up all kinds of interesting possibilities. The street buddies'll be over next Saturday night. Sort of a regular group event. You can join our special club. We'll inaugurate you into the NFC, maybe even make you the center of a gangbang. I'm sure they'll be keen to have a new slut." "Nature's Fun Carnival?" I joked. A neighborhood sex club? I had lived hear over fifteen years. Peter had been my neighbor for most of that time, and I was only now finding out there was a street secret like that? Peter smirked. "NFC. Neighborhood Fuck Club." "You mean -" "- yes, I do. Men who live on our street are the only members of the NFC. We all follow the rule. You never know when one of us feels the need, and that's part of the rule's beauty. Anyone may turn up at any time." I admitted, "House rule, right? What if I want to fuck you or them?" "That's what the rule is about, mate. We all have to do it with you, too, if you want it. We don't force anyone, though. Sometimes there's a good reason for a rain check but that's all that is allowed. Nobody's objected so far, and we've been at it for years now. Think you can live with that?" Years? I never knew... Standing at my front door, I looked at this aging almost-nude bear of a man, who was openly offering me the most incredible sexual deal I could imagine. He had already cum twice but seemed ready and able for more. Me,too. My rear tingled in guilty anticipation. I nodded. "No worries. Sounds great." He slapped my shoulder, suddenly pulled me roughly against his body and bear hugged me while his inflating cock slipped against mine. He then said the magic words: "Give us your dick. Let's go inside and seal the deal, slut." ### A/N: This story just begged to be re-written properly. I hope you liked it. If it turned you on, if it caused a hard throbbing response, especially if you blow, I would positively love to hear from you! Don't be shy and don't hold back. PM or email me all the wet details. Once is never enough. More to cum...

When I got serious I kept to 1 guy who could and would fuck for hours. But also she wanted condoms. So I went bareback with him and safe with her