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So I was on a trip couple weeks back and I was an idiot and forgot to check the maintenance plans, I was out late and planned to travel back late just in case I got a hookup. When I got to the station I found it closed, I checked the notice and realised there was maintenance and the service ended early than usual. stuck I had few options, I checked the local hotel but they were full or not taking late bookings, then I tried a hostel but no, so in desperations I tried Grindr bbrt and sniffies to find a hookup willing to let me stay over night. At first I got interest for a hookup but not an overnight which was frustrating I almost caved for a hookup then a park bench when a guy said he was coop me.staying if I was cool him being free to do what he wants to me. Didn’t have to ask me twice it was 1am and I wanted to crash. he lived in a nice apartment block and was wearing just a pair of leather pants. We had a drink and discussed my limits before he told me to go into the next room strip and put myself over the clothes horse. So I found myself bent over my cock laying against the side pointing down ass up and head just over the other side my hands and ankles cuffed to the sides and he spent the night spanking me, teasing my cock and balls, face fucking me with his 7inch cock. finally he had enough, asked me if I wanted his load safe and said he won’t stop once he goes and I said he could wear one if he wanted, he whole his head and slammed his cock into my hole that he had been toying with dildos. I lost track of things but I remember him cumming in me getting off and doing it again an hour later. I wasn’t let off the horse till his third load that morning he told me after he didn’t have condoms anyway so glad I took him. he gave me a ride to the station and left me there his loads in me and a little note thanking me saying if I am next around let him know and he will get me a proper group.

Hey I did a UPS driver, who was in full uniform, in the parking lot across the street from the Ramrod in broad daylight. This was Lauderdale, like in the month of July. It was hot as hell, like having sex in a tin cup, but I enjoyed every minute of it. I should have asked him why he was drinking Corona's as opposed to making a delivery, but he made a delivery for sure. Just not the kind they leave in front of your door....

I think the apps work well for younger guys. The apps are so photo-oriented, which is great in your 20’s and 30’s, but post-40 not so much. Phone cameras have a nasty habit of picking out every wrinkle, every grey hair- they are no friend to those of us on the more ‘mature’ side. I‘m in my 50’s now, and still fit enough that I attract a reasonable amount of attention if I actually present myself “in real life” at a sauna or a cruise bar/club. But I’ve more or less given up on the apps. Apart from anything else, guys can set their filters to whatever age group they like, so I won’t even show up anymore on a lot of guys’ grids- I’m literally invisible. Sure, I can lie about my age to a certain extent so I can squeeze into the ‘maximum age = 50’ group. But even this becomes untenable at a certain point...

I first met Peter in the summer of 1989. I'd just finished my first year at Cambridge and he had finished his third year studying classical literature. I'd walked into a small cafe very close to the University. The cafe was crowded with summer visitors and he was sat alone on a table for four. All the other tables were taken and I asked if one of the chairs at his table was free. He'd been head down reading some heavy thesis on Chaucer and looked quite relieved by my interruption. As he raised his head I was immediately attracted to his smile and open features. He had the most blue, blue eyes and light blonde hair parted at the side with a floppy fringe. He was wearing an old fashion tweed jacket mismatched with a pair of faded levis and a pale blue polo shirt. I had never felt such an immediate chemistry with another human being. I sat and we began talking about University, our subjects and what our plans were for the summer. The conversation was easy, unhurried and warm. After half an hour or so Peter said he'd have to go as he still had a pack and get to the train station for his journey home for the summer holidays. I watched as he paid his bill at the counter then made his way to the door, briefly looking round to give me a wave goodbye. I have to say I was more than a little disappointed that he'd had to leave and I wouldn't see him until after the holidays. Sods law, I thought. I just meet someone like him and I won't see him for months. In fact it was almost a year until I saw Peter again. I'd returned to University in September to continue my studies and kept an eye out for him but, he didn't appear to be back. I didn't want to appear too keen or that I was stalking him so, kept kept my enquiries fairly discreet. I found a few students who were were in the same year and even returned to the cafe several times, but there was no news as to where he was. Eventually I gave up and and concentrated on my studies in medieval history. Easter was particularly late the following year which reduced the time for revision before work needed to be submitted before the summer holidays. That Spring was warm and I spent many hours studying in the grounds of my college. One sunny afternoon in late May I was perched on a wooden bench. I was feeling confident that I'd done more than enough work to complete the year and had started to relax a little. I closed my eyes and lifted my head so I could feel the warm sun on my face when a voice said "Oh hello, you look very chilled" I opened my eyes and saw Peters smiling face. "Oh hello stranger, what happened to you? Just for a moment a dark look appeared on his face "Oh, I took a break as a relative was unwell but, he's okay now so I'm back. I had to defer this year but I've kept my studies up so, I should be fine for next year" He sat on the bench and we talked for a long time about anything and everything. As before, the conversation was easy and warm. As we talked it was obvious to me that we were attracted to each other. We arranged to meet a pub in town that evening for a pint or two. We met in the White Swan at eight, if I remember correctly. We had a beer and after an hour or so I asked if he'd like to come back to my rooms. I was impatient to get him alone and see where it lead. I hoped to my bed. My abode was two rooms plus a kitchen and bathroom in a large Georgian house. Thankfully very private, although I'd only taken a couple guys back for one night stands in whole time I'd been there. I opened the front door and lead Peter into the lounge. "Would you like coffee or something else? He smiled then laughed and removing his jacket he said "Definitely something else" We moved toward each other at the same moment. Our mouths met and our arms were around each other in one fluid motion. His body felt hard and warm. As we pressed together I could feel our erections being pressed together through our clothing. I felt dizzy and so, so horny. I reached down and felt his hard cock. He was slightly larger than average and I began to gently massage it through the denim cloth of his jeans. His hands were on my buttocks pulling me close to him. His tongue in my mouth exploring. I pulled the shirt out of his jeans, undid the top button of his waistband and slipped my hand inside. God his cock felt good. He undid my belt, button and zipper and pulled my trousers and underwear down in one movement, briefly grabbing my cock and now naked arse. I pulled my shirt over my head then undid the buttons of his jeans as he slipped off his shirt. We were naked now except for our socks. I pulled Peter toward the bedroom. "One second" He said and reached into his pocket for his wallet. We reached the bed and fell onto it, Peter on top of me. He moved down the bed and began to suck me. His warm, wet mouth felt so good on my hard cock. At the same time I felt a finger slide between my arse cheeks and touch my hole. I wanted him inside me so badly. I opened my legs and said "Please fuck me, I need you now" Peter reached for wallet that he placed on the bed. He removed a small sachet of lube and a condom. He rolled the condom skillfully down the length of his shaft then tore the sachet open. I really wasn't bothered about him wearing a condom but was glad of the lube. He sqeezed the packet onto his fingers which he then gently, while kissing me passionately, sipped them inside me lubricating the internal walls of my arse. He then sqeezed the remaining fluid into his cock. Then he lay ontop of me and very slowly slid his cock past my sphincter and deep inside me. It felt wonderful. He began fucking me gently as we continued to kiss passionately. I'd never felt like this before. It didn't just feel like sex, a quick fuck. This felt much more intense. As deep as his cock penetrated me, I wanted more. I wanted our bodies to melt into each other, to become one being. He began to fuck faster now. Every now and then he would withdraw fully and inspect the condom before plunging back, deep inside me. After ten minutes or so he pulled away from my mouth, pushed his cock inside as deep as he could, looked me in the eyes and cried out as his orgasm took hold. I could feel his jerking inside me as he emptied his ball inside me, or rather into the condom. He was still for a while then slowly withdrew from and inspected the condom again before taking my cock in his mouth. It only took half a dozen strokes of his mouth on my engorged cock before I myself cried out and filled his mouth with seed feeling like my entire being was entering his mouth. We lay for a while just holding each other. Caressing each other. We had literally only known each other for less than a few hours in total but, I knew beyond all doubt that I loved this man. We hadn't just had sex, we had made love. From then on we met everyday. Always at my rooms and every time we had sex Peter used a condom. We became as close as two human beings can be. We even told each other we were in love with the other. One night, about six weeks after our first night of passion, we had had sex and I was still ravenous for him. I wanted him to fuck me again. He told me that he really wanted to but he didn't have anymore condoms. I told him I didn't care. I wanted his to cum inside me. I wanted his seed in me. "Look, I'm not going to fuck you without a rubber, no way" He was very serious and I was a little hurt, thinking he may catch something from me. I said "Look, I haven't had sex with anyone but you this year and I was tasted for STDs after my last partner. I wouldn't risk giving you anything, I just wouldn't. I love you and would never risk our relationship. Peter looked at me. Hi facial expression had turned serious. There was moister in his eyes. I thought he was going to cry. I put my hand on the side of his face and kissed him gently. "What on earth is the matter Peter, please tell me" He looked distraught, like he was about to break down. Then he told me everything. He said he had been in a short relationship with another student two years ago. It wasn't anything serious, just sex. He had let the other guy fuck him occasionally, although Peter was really a top he knew the other guy was really versatile. Anyway, last year they broke up. Just after Peter had met me and gone home for the summer he felt ill. He thought it was just a summer cold at first but, then he got really ill. He'd been taken into hospital with pneumonia and while he was there they did tests and, there was a long pause at this point but eventually he told me he'd been diagnosed with HIV. I was more than a little shocked. I couldn't believe it. Peter looked so healthy. He said that that's why he's obsessed with condoms. He loved me more than anything and didn't want to give it to me. He said he was so sorry for not telling me and would completely understand if I never wanted to see him again. At this I leaned forward and took him in my arms and held him more tightly than I ever had before. I told him I loved him more than life itself. That whatever happened I would always love him. We both cried and held each other before we went to sleep. I didn't want there to be any barriers between us e physical or otherwise. If he was poz, I would be poz. ****To be continued ****

*****Part 2****** Two months later we moved in together or rather he moved in with me. I helped him move all his gear including a large bag of drugs he'd been given to try and control his HIV. We loved each other unconditionally, had regular sex and continued the safe sex regime. We lived in my rooms for the next three years. Peter finished a PHD and then a teaching degree. He was so well thought of he was offered a post at Cambridge. I finished my degree and decided that I needed to do completely different. With money inherited from my Grandparents I took over a bookshop in Cambridge dealing in anything from second hand student literature, popular fiction and even comic books (which actually made more money than anything else) Eventually we bought a small terraced house in the centre of city within easy walk to the University and my shop. Despite my pleading Peter would not entertain any thoughts of unprotected sex. By now due to various side effects Peter had come off all medication but, despite this seemed healthier than ever. 2014 and finally we could be married in the UK. A date was arranged and a small celebration with just a few friends and family. On our wedding night we went home to our small house and our big bed. We stripped our clothes and held each other admiring our shiny wedding bands. I took Peters cock in my hand, determined that tonight we would consummate our marriage fully. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He was already wet with precum. I tasted his nectar and slowly moved my mouth along his shaft, cradling his balls in my hand. I stood and kissed him deeply. His hands found my ball and cock, tenderly caressing them before reaching around my back and feeling my hole, as he'd done a thousand times before. I moved to the bed and lay down pulling him ontop of me. I opened my legs and put them around him, pulling his body close to mine. I reached down and took hold of his cock and placed it at the entrance to my hole. I said "I want you to breed me, consummate our marriage and make me pregnant" I think the years of nagging, the heat of the moment and my determination finally got through to him. Slowly, very slowly, he eased into me. To me it almost felt for the first time we were actually having sex. No lubricant and no condom, just my husband inside me. He looked at me and hesitated for a second. "Do it, give it to me. I want you so badly. Poz me, make me truly yours" Then we began to fuck. Hard and fast. He flipped me onto my front and fucked me for ten minutes like that before turning me back over and fucking me face to face. We fucked like that for a further ten minutes. Sweat was pouring from our bodies. His cock felt better than it ever had before, bigger, deeper and more sensitive inside me. I hadn't even touched my own cock but was close to my own orgasm. Then he got that look in his eye. The look I'd seen a thousand times before. I thought he might try and pull out before he came inside so I made sure to tightly wrap my legs around him and my hands on his buttocks pulling him inside me. He reached the point of no return and thrust himself deep inside me shooting his sperm inside me and coating my insides with his seed. At the same time, overcome, I climaxed, coating the flesh of our stomachs with my own semen. For the first time I felt complete. Our bodies completely as one.

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Sorry, it's not going to be multi-chapter and it's going to be short, but I hope you all still like it (and please be kind, this is my first time writing something like this). I had just turned 40, and because of the economy, the lack of rebounding in my industry, I was forced to declare bankruptcy. I had lost everything. Thankfully though, I don't have kids, nor a spouse, so not having to worry about any court ordered responsibilities, but also without a house and nice car. I had just enough cash to buy a piece of crap car that was big enough for me to sleep in some nights and store my critical stuff. Other nights I would find the cheapest motel and take a shower and sleep. I kept thinking I needed to do something right quick before I totally plunged into homelessness and disappear forever. So, I started going to the library, accessing computers, submitting job apps, etc. Some days I would be a little, or a lot, spun when going and on those days, of course, my mind said fuck it, and I would sit in there on my phone for hours browsing the "apps" knowing I probably couldn't hook up because I couldn't host but just turning myself on for the hell of it I guess. So this one day in particular, I was at the library. It was around 430pm. I had checked in to a motel earlier and figured I would just spend a little bit of time on here. Once my phone hit the WIFI, it started going crazy with notifications, since I hadn't been on it for a few days. I dismissed most, but this one was intriguing. The profile picture was definitely that of a young twink. He said he was 18, in my mind, I said that if I meet up with this guy, I am checking his ID for sure. He was textbook twink, completely smooth, maybe 5'5" 115 pounds blond hair green eyes, looked to have some sort of Mediterranean in him because his color was white but you could see some natural olive tan coloring trying to shine through. He was so hot. I replied to his message and we started messaging back and forth. We messaged back and forth for about a week. During that time, I found out he was a total virgin, never once even touched or seen a cock other than his own, he hasn't shoved anything up his hole, oh, his hole. Oh my god! The pics of his ass (I requested he take them) were utter beauty. When he spread his cheeks for the camera, and the sight of that tiny puckered pink hole, my cock definitely shot a bunch of pre-cum into my shorts. He told me that he's been watching gay porn online, and that he's scared of getting a cock up his ass, but he for sure wanted to be fisted. I thought that was interesting, I never heard of a virgin wanting a fist, but kids these days, right? He found out about me that I pnp, mostly smoke crystal, I always bareback, I was poz undetectable, I love eating ass, and I knew I would fall in love eating his. So, we set up a meet. He apparently trusted me enough so far to not overstep his boundaries and all he wanted was to experience a tongue up his hole and then to be fisted for a few hours or so. We agreed we would not pnp since he wasn't ready to take on that level yet. I also told him to make sure to bring his drivers license. So, the day of, I got a cheap room, showered, got naked, etc. before he got there. I also prepped, by stripping the sheets off the bed, putting down towels, putting on porn that I had on this USB stick I plugged into the TV, and oh yea, the lube. Well, what he didn't know was that the lube I use comes from a special "factory" and this factory is exclusive to me and I run it. It involves getting a 3 ounce bottle of lube (yes, the small size), silicon based preferred, then crushing a bunch of crystal (like no less than 3.5 grams) and pouring it into the lube bottle, mixing it as best I can. Most, if not all, the time, it's easy for the top to not have to show the lube bottle to the other person, so I knew this would be fine and I would go undetected. So, 6:15pm, right on time to the minute, knock on my door, and I open it and I am face to face with the hottest boy I've seen for a long time. The picture attached to this post IS NOT HIM, but could seriously be his twin. As promised, without me asking, he already has his driver's license in his hand, and he showed it to me. He was legit, turned 18 one month prior to us meeting (and chatting) so I'm in the clear. I was already naked, he seemed excited, he stripped right away and we went to the bed. I ate that ass every which way I could, him on his back with legs pulled up, him bending over, and god he tasted so damn good. After about half hour, I was sensing he wanted what he came for, and that was to be fisted. By this time, my cock is drooling, I so bad wanted to just shove it in his hole full on and let him stew on it, but I promised, and I'm a man of my word, well, sort of. So I start lubing up my hand with my special lube. I showed him my baby syringe posing as a lube shooter and me filling it with lube straight from the bottle and then into his hole (did that 3 times). Then I started rubbing and playing with his hole with my fingers, working them in and starting to stretch him open. I could tell he was nervous, he kept trying to clinch and push everything out, but I held fast, knowing in just a matter of minutes, the crystal would start working and his pussy would start to relax. So about 10 minutes later, I had already injected more lube into his cunt with my shooter two times, and was up to my wrist, and I just started rotating inside him, when he just blurts out "Oh my fucking god! This is so amazing, I never knew it could feel this good!!!" Naturally, I'm thinking, "hah bitch, if this crystal wasn't in this shit, you would be screaming in pain" because he was still damn fucking tight. But I figure, he has no way to know he's been loaded with crystal because he's never done it, so of course he is relating the feelings he is getting directly because of my fist. So, with that encouragement, I step it up. After about an hour, I've used just about half the bottle of lube, so basically 1.75 grams have been shoved in his pussy. I'm up to about 2 inches below my elbow. I've never had anyone moan like how he was moaning in pure pleasure. He was definitely in another place. His eyes were open yet they were definitely not able to see anything unless I brought him out of his high, his mouth was open showing his beautiful teeth, and the only thing coming out of it was moans. I would ask him easy questions, and you could tell he wanted to respond, but he couldn't, he was so far up in cloud based pleasure heaven that he forgot how to speak. So I just kept going, I wanted to go past my elbow, and judging by him, I am sure he wanted me to as well. And of course, I had one more surprise for him. I had on my USB stick a few really really hot porn vids that were totally homemade of an older guy working on a twink's ass, going from an intense fisting to bareback fucking and breeding, and the camera had focused on the pussy like the entire time. Each one was only like 10 mins in length, perfect amount of time until a twink will get bored of a video and want to change it. So once I got to my elbow, I put 4 of these vids on the playlist as next to play, and when the first one started, I watched his eyes, and he was hooked. His entire focus was on the tv. During the first 3 vids, I think I used up another 1/4 of the lube bottle, so he's up to like just over 2.5 grams in his pussy and it's been about 2 1/2 hours. He is now flying to heights he never even knew existed and wanting more as he kept pushing back on my hand. I knew it was now, the 3rd vid was just about to end, the top was about a minute away from exploding deep into his boy's cunt. I pull out my hand, I pour the remaining lube into his pussy, I scoop a lil bit and rub it on my cock, and before he was able to register I took my hand out, I had my totally raw, hard as fuck, dripping cock balls deep in that hot tight relaxed crystal loaded pussy and I was the one who almost passed out from the feeling his stretched cunt was giving my cock. As the video was showing the boy's hole dripping cum out of it, I was fully lodged and started a slow rhythm trying to mimic that pace my hand was at so his brain wouldn't register the swap. The 4th video starts and I knew it was about 7 minutes before the top has his cock buried, and so I wanted to time it to when the top buried his cock, my boy would realize my cock was buried in him. As final encouragement for him, the next video was an hour long compilation of twink holes being filled with daddy cum, to fully get his brain into it. So, as the short of amount of time tick by, I start quickening my pace, I am always going balls deep on the in stroke and I let the crown of my mushroom head to pop out on the out stroke to make sure his ring feels it every time back and forth. In about a minute is the plunge if you will, and so I tell him "boy, you are so fucking hot, I need to fuck you so bad!" Like 10 seconds before the top in the video plunged his cock in, my boy was able to turn his head and eyes to mine and all he could muster was "please Daddy" in just over a whisper. Oh my god, those were the most beautiful words I ever heard. Right before the top plunges in, I pull completely out so we are in sync, and as he plunges in balls deep full on, I'm doing the same. Both boys moan like you've never heard before, in total drug loaded pleasure. I last about 10 minutes, which was like the 5th scene in the compilation, so my boy had seen holes get bred and cum dripping out 4 times so far. His pussy wanted it, it was squeezing me so much, and whenever he tried touching his own cock, I shoved his hands away. I finally couldn't hold back, I knew I was gonna cum huge, and sure enough, without announcing to him, I lost control and my cock got so thick and bam, I shot the biggest load deep in his cunt that it hurt my balls. My cock spasmed 9 times shooting cum out. His cock shot hands free a massive load all over his chest and face, as only an 18 year old can do. With my cock still spasming inside him, I bent over him so we were chest to chest, and I just laid on top of him letting my orgasm take control of my body and let me enjoy it. He passed out (but was fine, and breathing, so was totally safe) from the shear pleasure overload from the drugs and we fell asleep for about an hour. I woke up first. I kissed his little mouth, and pulled out, and started to clean him up. Well, I actually tongued his hole before he woke up to get his and my taste on my tongue. I had him all cleaned up by the time he woke up. I had him cuddled and he turns his neck and looks at me and said something like he did not want to leave and said thank you. I told him go back to sleep, and we had until 11am until checkout to be naked and chill with each other. So we fell back asleep. My dreams were crazy, I dreamt that he became my boy forever and stuff like that. I mean, of course, I was so into him, and so into teaching him. I woke up around 8am, pushing those dreams aside, knowing reality was right around the corner. I left him a note saying I went to get some food, and I would be right back, and when I got back in the room, he was awake, and was in the shower. When he got out, he drops a bomb on me. What he told me had me going nuts. He told me that 6 months ago, both his parents, who had a shitload of money, died travelling somewhere, and left him this 5 bedroom house, in the greatest part of town. He said if I don't believe him, look out the window and see that brand new BMW M-5 sitting there, that was his, and he chirped the alarm to validate that. I felt for him, I was like, sorry to hear he lost his folks. He says, "no, that's not why I am telling you this. I am telling you this, because, you took me to a place last night I never knew I could go to and here I am, awake and safe, and I want more and more and I want you to move in to my house and be my daddy forever." Now, who the hell am I to say no to something like that? Especially given my bankrupt ass. I tell him I of course agree, on a few conditions. I definitely need a new car, he will belong to me, and nobody else unless we mutually agree (like a 3 way), and I don't want to work. He chuckles, and next thing I know, we are at the Audi dealer, and he is writing a check for this $80,000 brand new Audi for me. To this day, I still do not work, he's my boy, and yes, we fuck guys all the time, but always together. I charged up his hole with my poz cum enough times finally it took, which is what he wanted, and there's no sign of any of this changing. To this day, we both think of that first night so much and how it changed both our lives for the better. -------------------------------------- Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

I shoot for that second hole. 9-pointers. Double overtime. All net. SWOOSH!

Chapter 4 – Ralph takes it all In Chapters 1, 2, and 3, I tell about meeting up with Philip, who brought in his husband, Ralph. We’ve partied and explored several pieces of furniture in their playroom. Now, Ralph’s ass is being filled with a dildo, mine still has a butt plug in it, and Philip is filming us. I started some slow back and forth movements with the dildo. The Pegasus widens in the middle and even more at the base, so this provided Ralph with a nice stretch. It was sexy seeing the hairs around his hole cling to the dildo as it rode in and out of his ass. Each time it went back in, it would poke at his second hole, working it to open up. Ralph took another hit of poppers, and I decided to see if we could get the toy in deeper. I pushed it in, and Ralph braced his feet on the sling frame so that he could bear down on the toy. With a few adjustments of angle, it popped deep into his ass. The look of bliss on his face was fantastic, and I started to laugh. With this huge dildo penetrating his ass, Ralph joined in on the laughter. Philip said that Ralph had never taken all of Pegasus before, so this was a new experience for him. He definitely seemed to enjoy it. Ralph looked down at me and said, “Fist me.” I said he needed another bump for that, and he agreed, but only if I would take a bump. Hell, we should probably give one to Philip, too. So, I worked Pegasus out of his hole and pulled the plug out of my ass. Ralph wanted to bump me, so he got a shard, and I moved up to the head of the sling. Philip opened my ass, and Ralph stuck the shard inside me. “Damn, I wanna be back in there, too,” he said. He knew that he could have whatever he wanted from me. I bumped both Ralph and Philip. While we waited for the shards to hit, I fingered Ralph’s hole with my lubed-up hands. He was opened, and his ass was pulsating with enjoyment. I had three fingers in him for a while, and then I added the fourth. Soon, my thumb joined the party, and I slid my hand into his hairy hole. His ass was so warm inside and I was loving seeing him ride my arm. Ralph again braced his feet on the sling frame and swung the sling back and forth, driving my hand into his hole. It was obvious that he was having an amazing experience. Philip had filmed the entry, but now he was rubbing Ralph’s hairy chest and playing with his cock. Ralph spurted out a huge load of precum which Philip licked up. He shared some with Ralph and some with me. Ralph was taking my arm deep, and I knew I was well past his second hole. He stopped the swinging and let me control things for a while. I was twisting my arm around inside him and flexing my hand. I made sure I hit his prostate a few times with my wrist and would pull back to stretch his hole. Philip wanted a go at Ralph’s hole, so I got up and let Philip take my place. I could tell that these two worked together well, with each one knowing what the other liked. I put more lube on the plug that had been inside me and stuck it back in. Then, I moved up so that Ralph could suck my cock. I rubbed Ralph’s body, enjoying the feeling of my hands running through his soft hair. The smell from his pits was invigorating, too, and I bent down for the occasional taste. Philip pulled out of Ralph’s ass, and we got him out of the sling. He sat on the sofa while I climbed back into the sling. Philip started playing with the butt plug in my ass, taking it out, then shoving it back in. My ass must have been gaping nicely since he had no problem with each new insertion.

With cooler weather more guys are at the gym in the mornings and its way cruisier, but also harder to find a shower stall to use to play in. It's actually kind of funny to see so many guys lingering by the shower stalls waiting but apparently people have complained about guys using the shower stalls for sex and now they have a guy making rounds to ensure guys aren't doing stuff in the showers and posted a notice for guys to please be quick when showering as a courtesy to others. Needless to say thats put a damper on fucking in the showers. But its frustrating for all the guys who usually are getting off in the showers as now we have to take it out to our cars or somewhere else. There's nothing worse as then you have find some way to clean up after or go into work feeling like you smell of lube and cum. I'd finished working out and went back to the showers to find them all occuppied and guys waiting and spotted Miguel, who's one of the usual cruisers playing around in the morning waiting. He's a really good looking light skinned Latino guy, who just turned 25 and you'd think he was Anglo until you see his big dark brown uncut cock and balls. And while he has a boyfriend he apparently can't get enough and is always fucking and getting fucked by other guys. He's using a towel to screen it while another guy is jerking his cock. We smirk at each other as I know what's going on. I've fucked around with him several times before and he's a hot fuck and I love taking his loads and pumping mine in him. I know he can't host as he lives with his boyfriend Juan and Juan works from home. I hate the idea of him shooting his load on the floor and so I go up to him and whisper in his ear that if he wants to we can go and fuck in my truck and that I'd take his load. He says he's down and we head back to the lockers to dress and head out. The guy who'd been jerking him was shooting daggers with his eyes but victory is mine! We get in my truck and drive a short distance to park and I leave the engine running to keep the heat going as we quickly strip down. Miguel jokes that the guy jerking him had to stop multiple times as he was so close to cumming and that it won't take much for him to cum. He's quickly spitting on my ass and his cock and thrusts it balls deep in me faster than I'd wanted. My hole was already a bit sore as it's been getting a working out and I'm moaning like crazy, but it isn't long until he blasts a massive load in me that I can feel. He isn't slowing down his strokes and he admits he wants to cum in me again and I'm loving that I'm getting the loads his boyfriend should be getting. Miguel isn't very verbal when he tops but I'm more than making up for that, moaning with delight, telling him how good his cock feels in me, and how bad I want his cum. He does get into that though and tells me to beg for his cock and cum and I do. And before long he blasts his second load in me, calling me a dirty slut as he does. He'd been stroking my cock as he'd been fucking me and once he cums a second time slides out of me, straddles my cock and guides it inside his ass with no lube. I enter him with ease and his face lights up as that happens. I can only guess he got fucked by his boyfriend or someone else already or maybe both and now I'm going to be adding my load to theirs, churning it all up inside his guts. Despite his big cock and being a hot top, Miguel LOVES to get fucked and is super verbal when he's taking a cock, and today is no exception. He loves that I call him a dirty slut and he admits he not only took his boyfriend's load that morning but also from another guy before he got to the gym. He's begging for my load and telling me how hot I feel inside him and I finally blast my load inside him, shuddering hard as I did. I loved that my seed was now mixed up with the seed from the other two and could only imagine he was probably going to take still more loads after I was done. I wished I had more time to pump another load in him, but I need to get to work and already won't have time to shower first. I grab a cleanup towel and hand it to him first so he can clean up and the use it after him to do the same and we both dressed again. I drive back over to the gym and ask if he wants to go back to his car or the gym and he smirks at me and says the gym. I can connect the dots, he wants to go back and see if he can hook up with another guy to fuck him. That's the kind of slut he is. He thanks me for the fun and hops out and I head to the office hoping I don't smell too much like I've been fucking, but put on some cologne just in case.

I have 3 mobile phones. One is my phone for my every-day-private life. One work phone and the other one is my faggot phone. I just love it! I have images of big cocks shooting ropes of thick warm cum set as background. And the best part is that I can give my phone number to every man I would like to suck AND I can leave my phone number on every dirty website, exposing myself as a cumdump station. It feels so free to be able to speak my faggot mind! You should try it when yo are into this! Another good thing is that I use my Whatsapp status to set my availability. That way, my regulars can see my actual status as a cocksucker. I have set my standard status list to: 'In use, will be available later', 'Available', 'Cumhungry', 'At a rest area', 'Only available for regulars' and '@Work'. Any feeders from Amsterdam around? 06 81053433 All profiles are set to 'faggot' as first name on that phone. I always smile when I receive an email from Google, saying: 'Hey faggot!, you have a new message!' <offtopic>My favorite status is 'At a rest area'. I share my location with my regulars so that they know which rest area to drive to for a cumdump, when they need to. Some of them like my service better at a rest area. When I already got used a couple of times. They like me to be 'on my knees, throat already fucked open and still swallowing its last load'. The sperm kicks in like a drug and sets me into 'Cock-zombie-mode'. On my knees, open and slimy throat. Sperm is all I care about at that moment. They like me cum drunk. Those are the men who like their cocksucker 'Extra slimy'. I'm one of those lucky faggots who produce a lot of throat slime. When i meet them somewhere else I always try to train my throat just before 'the meeting' so that they can still fuck an open and hungry throat. My throat is turning into a sperm gutter. And it is just what they need. Providing cunt is an excellent job for me.</offtopic>

I've been getting good results with Sniffies and was on it only a few minutes when I got a few guys interested. One was this cute 23 old redheaded guy who couldn't host, but was down for car play. He had pretty massive uncut cock and loved I wanted to fuck him raw and cum in his ass. I told him to meet in the parking lot of a theater north of me as no one would be there late on a Sunday night, he could get in my truck and I knew places to park and fuck. I love guys off Sniffies as most never ask your status and just go for it. I gave him the address and headed there hoping he would show. He said we couldn't use his car as it was a mess and as he pulled up I could see what he meant. It kind of looked like he was living in it, but wasn't going to judge. He waved at me, got out of his car and got in on the passenger side. He was every bit as cute as his picture. We chatted a bit as I drove and learned his name (Wil) and that he had just moved here from Tennessee. I told him I was down for him to fuck me too if he wanted which made his face light up and I told him I wanted it raw too and wanted his loads. I parked in an empty parking garage at a vacant building nearby and left the engine running so we had heat as it's been really cold lately. We started making out and slowly undressing each other. He had to have me stop several times while I was jerking his cock saying he was close and finally I told him he should fuck me. He was throwing off a huge amount of precum and got down to suck him and loved how he tasted. He had to ask me a couple times to stop and apologized saying he was really horny and that he should fuck me but he wouldn't last long. I grabbed the lube out of the glove box and pulled my jeans off to straddle his cock, lubing it and my ass up and then slowly taking him inside me. His face was lighting up again as I took his dick and told how good he felt inside me. I was riding him more aggressive and I could feel him shudder and let out a loud groan, along with feeling his load burst in my ass. I was telling him to stay inside me and how good he felt as he kept shuddering. Clearly the guy needed it bad! I started kissing him telling him how hot it felt and that he was a good fuck. As we did he started stroking my cock which was now precumming like crazy. I asked him how he wanted to get fucked and he said on his back so I could fuck him hard, adding that he wanted me to pound him hard and pump my load inside him. By now his cock has slid out of me and he's repositioning on the bench so I can enter him. I lube up my cock and his ass and enter him with pretty much no resistance. He was very verbal as I entered him, telling me how good my cock felt in him, how bad he wanted my load, and telling me to fuck him hard. I love guys who are into getting fucked and don't just lay there and his eyes were lighting up as I was pounding him, pulling almost all the way out and pounding all the way in, fast and hard and he moaned with delight. Clearly he either gets fucked regular or got it recently and I was tempted to lean into him being a slut. So I tested the waters asking him how bad he wanted it and he told me pretty explicitly how bad he wanted it. I told him he probably loves to get fucked and he admitted he wants it all the time. It still shocks me that a hung dude like him loves to get fucked and is so verbal about it. I teased him that he probably has no problem finding guys to fuck him and he joked "not as many as I'd like". I'm guessing he's being falsely modest and I was tempted to ask when he got bred last but was close to cumming. He could sense it and told me to keep pounding him and not pull out. "Not a chance of that" I joked and soon enough I blasted a huge load in him that left me panting and short on breath as he was crying out "fuck yeah" and "cum in me". I kept stroking as honestly he'd got me really worked up and part of it was me making up a backstory in my mind. If he hooked up with me and let me breed him raw he was probably let other guys breed him raw too. I told him I wanted to pump another load in him and his face lit up and he told me to play with his nipples and that he liked it rougher and to maybe choke him a bit. I loved what I was hearing and loved hearing him moan as I twisted and played with his tiny little nipples and I kept my strokes going him, teasing him that he liked it rough, which got a moaned "uh-huh". I got the same moaned "uh-huh" when I asked him if he was a dirty little slut and a dirty little pig and that he loved taking loads from random guys and that he gets bred regularly. Whether or not any of that is true or not is anyone's guess but based on what I'm experiencing it must be true. He asked me if I liked that he was a slut and I started choking him lightly and said that yeah, I liked that he was a slut. And that was no lie. I love redheaded guys like him as they're usually pretty slutty, usually have big cocks, and have high sex drives and he was all of that. "You like it that I let random guys fuck me" he asked as I choked him hard and told him yeah I did as his face was turning red. I was working myself towards another orgasm and he was begging for me to cum in his ass and use him like the slut he is. I played into that calling him a dirty slut as I choked him harder and pumped another load in his ass, letting out a loud satisfied groan. He was gagging as I choked him could make out him begging for my cum and not to pull out. I was thoroughly satisfied as I'd gotten what I wanted and I was sure the slutty little pig I'd just loaded twice was too. He was already eagerly stroking his cock as let my choke on his neck loose and told me what a hot fuck I was and that he loved me choking him as I pounded his ass. Then his face lit up and he said he wanted to fuck me again, but this time he wanted me on my back. I said I was cool with this and we swapped places. I loved that he didn't lube my ass up again and instead just slid his cock back inside me using just his precum. In fairness I could feel his load leaking out of me as I fucked him and knew my ass was flooded. I loved that he was forcing and churning his load back up inside me again and told him to do just that which lit his face up. "Guess you're a slut too aren't you" he teased. I said I was and to use my slutty hole and to make me his cumdump. Now that he was in control of the fucking he was really pounding me hard, just as I was doing to him, and I was loving it and told him so. Even though I'd been fucked earlier in the day his cock was a lot girthier and was stretching my ass out. I was moaning like crazy, telling him how hot his cock felt and how bad I wanted his load. He was now calling me a dirty slut who loved having random guys breed me and I groaned out that yeah I was, which lit his face up like a Christmas tree and he leaned into that saying he bet I got fucked all the time and I admitted I did. He wasn't letting up, continuing to pound my hole rough, fast, and hard. Now he was really into it, saying that he knew I wanted his load, that I was a slut, and that I loved getting bred raw, all of which I admitted to. By now I was begging for his cock and loads and for him not to pull out. He built to a climax and again unloaded a massive cumshot inside me that I could feel as he groaned loudly. He was thrusting for all he was worth to pump his load deep in my guts as I begged for it and for him not to pull out. He was spent and collapsed on me panting and soon we were kissing deeply and pasionately. I told him how hot it was and he laughed and said it was hot as fuck as well. We laid there for a while and it felt nice to have another guy with me and I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in to me. His dick softened and slid out of me and I didn't care as I loved having his body next to mine. I really wished that either one of us had a place to host and I felt a real connection to him. We kept up the kissing and he thanked me and said he really enjoyed being with me. I said the same and really meant it. And we laid there for a while and there comes that awkward point where while I enjoyed the sex, I feel exposed and worried about being busted and just want to get home and in this case, since its late, go to bed. So I told him I'd enjoyed it and I was down to hook up again, but needed to go. He looked sad but understood. He admitted he enjoyed it a lot and wished I had a place as he'd like to spend the night with me, which felt sweet and sincere. We pulled out clothes back and I drove back to where we had left his car. He looked a bit sad and dejected and turned to me and said to message me if I wanted to do this again. I said I would. We kissed some more and he got out like he didn't want to, and got back into his car. I waited to make sure his car would start and rather than him pulling off, he plugged his phone into the charger and it looked like he was checking messaged rather than driving off. I waved at him and smiled and drove off, watching him in the rear view mirror, part of me wondering if he would follow me, part of me wondering what his situation was. I hope to hear from him but know he may be a bit of a hot mess and maybe more than I can handle.

Part 1 It was the middle of the night and I awoke to the sounds of my son Matthew fumbling in the dark trying to find his flip-flops in our dark rv. "Sorry, Dad. I gotta go take a shit," he remarked as he slid his feet into his sandals, heading out the door. This was not unusual, as the campground where we were staying didn't have hookups, so we used the camp toilets which were really just outhouses. It was also not unusual for him to run off shirtless. He hardly ever wore a shirt unless absolutely necessary, but I certainly understood his aversion to shirts: at just one month shy of 20, he was in his prime. He had just finished his freshman year at university where he was on the football team. Not that he had actually played any games yet, but he still had to train hard, and keep fit. And boy did he. At 6'2", he was a tight 190 lbs of head-turning perfection. All the ladies drooled over his curly brown hair, which he kept a respectable shaggy length. His profile showed a strong nose, a stronger jawline, and plump lips that were absolutely enticing. In addition his broad he sported tan, wide shoulders, chiseled, smooth pecs, a narrow waist, perfectly formed, round ass, oh, and his strong legs were lightly covered in dark hair. The only other hair on his body was a light treasure trail, and his dark, bushy pits. His facial hair hadn't really started coming in very heavy, and he still had rosy cheeks which suggested a boyish glow to his face. Then his eyes. Oh my gosh, his big blue eyes framed in thick dark lashes. His mother's eyes. That's what drew me to her first, so many years ago. But how times change. She's still a wonderful person, we just are more like friends now. Still married, just cause it's easier financially, but that's it. The sex ended years ago, and we've had separate bedrooms for quite a while. She says I snore too loud. Of course it doesn't help that she put on a hundred pounds since our wedding. But I do have my sexual releases. Unkown to my wife, I've always been bisexual, and have had a long time fling with my best friend Brian down the street. We keep each other satisfied. Me? Well, I'm not too bad for 43. I'm six feet, and weigh in at 195 pounds. I work out, usually with Matthew, but still am treading the dad bod territory a bit. My salt and pepper hair and distinguished beard certainly help me. I was in the army for 20 years stationed right here, so I receive a pension, and in addition I sell cars. So all in all, things are pretty good. Matthew still lives at home, which I like, if only as it saves money. Matthew was never much of a party kid, instead he was a genuinely pleasant kid, which meant we gave him all the freedom he wants. Living in our basement bedroom, Matthew uses a private entrance to the basement, and we don't frown on his friends staying over. My wife never joins us on our camping trips, she hates it, so it's always been something special my son and I do. I have always treasured our trips, especially now he's almost a grown man. "Dammit," I mumbled to myself. "The fucking power of suggestion. Now I gotta shit!" I grumbled as I put my own flip-flops on and headed into the night, but not before I pulling on a shirt. Walking down the gravel path toward the shitters, I enjoyed the pure peace of a mountain night, however as the outhouses came into sight, I could hear whispering. Specifically, I heard two male voices. Now, at first glance that wouldn't be unusual, although the hour was very late, but when I realized the conversation was occurring within the outhouses, and further realized I wasn't really hearing a dialogue, but rather I was hearing grunting, and panting. You know: sex sounds. When I reached the toilets, I definitely heard a man ask "Yeah, you like that you little slut? You like taking that cock like a bitch?" And I heard another man say, "Yeah, fuck me. I AM a nasty slut! I want your cum in my ass!" IT WAS MATTHEW!! Oh my fucking God! My son was getting dicked in a dirty, smelly outhouse! I froze, not knowing what to do. Should I bang on the door? Should I slip away? My heart pounded as I tried to quickly digest what was happening. My little boy, my Matthew, was getting fucked by a total stranger. And he was liking it. No, he was LOVING it!! He was begging for it. The man fucking him was calling him nasty, degrading things, and my son was pleading for more! I couldn't move, I was transfixed. It was like a car wreck, I couldn't turn away. Then I realized, I didn't WANT to turn away. My cock was rock hard in my shorts. What the fuck? Listening to my son get used turned me on? I had never thought of my son like that! Sure, I could recognize his physical beauty, but I never thought of him sexually. Now that's ALL I could think about. Imagining what he looked like right now, taking a cock up his ass made my own cock ache. Listening to their filthy talk and animal noises made me want to join them. I wanted to be the one fucking Matthew right now! I could hear the man say, "I'm gonna cum slut. Gonna fill you up with a huge load!" Then Matthew begging for it. "Oh fuck yeah! Breed me! I'm a fucking cumdump. That's what I'm for!" That's when I high-tailed it back to our rv, shit or no shit. But before I was out of hearing range I heard the top grunt as he shot his load into my son's hole, to which Matthew moaned in appreciation as his guts were filled with sperm. Now out of breath and my heart racing, I jumped into our rv, kicked-off my sandals as I decided how I would respond to what I had learned. Should I confront him? Should I pretend nothing had happened? While I recognized ignoring what I learned would be the course most parents would take, a voice in my mind suggested 'This could be a golden opportunity. You have the power over him right now'. I had to ask myself, however, if that was what I wanted, recognizing Matthew could freak-out, permanently damaging our relationship, but I also considered Matthew had begged that strange man to use him. "Fuck it!" I thought, as I ripped off my shorts and climbed under my covers, "my son is obviously a cock hungry slut!" Some ten minutes passed before Matthew finally returned, long enough for my breathing and heart rate to return to normal, but not long enough to lose my hardon, or my nerve. "Everything come out okay, son?" I asked as he climbed inside. "Huh, oh, yeah. Just a little constipated, you know," he replied kicking off his flip-flops and crawling under his blankets on our bed. I could smell the sex on him and my cock ached more. "Good night, Dad," he murmured as he lay facing away from me. I waited a few seconds, then inched closer to him. I could feel him tense up as I pulled his blanket up and pulled mine off. The smell of fresh sperm hit me like a mac truck, making my dick pulse. I slid my body next to his as he froze in fear, not sure what to expect. I leaned into his ear as I touched the wet spot where cum had leaked out and whispered, "I know." "Dad......"he started to say. "Shh shh shh," I silenced him, as I pulled the elastic waist band of his shorts down. "It's okay, Matty. Daddy's not mad that you're a little cockwhore." I lightly rubbed his freshly fucked assring, feeling the slimy goo. Matthew moaned a little bit. "Daddy's just disappointed he didn't get it first," slipping two fingers into my son. He moaned a tad louder, so I let him know "But it's okay. Daddy loves sloppy seconds." I slid my fingers into his mouth so he could taste his ass. Then I instructed "Now, pull down your shorts." Matthew complied, removing his shorts, revealing his own throbbing erection. He may have his mother's eyes, but he has his daddy's dick. Before now, I had never seen it erect, but it was a carbon copy of mine. Not thick, but about eight inches long, uncircumcised, and with a wicked curve that could hit all the places inside. "Did you cum?" He shook his head yes, unable to speak. "And you're rock hard again? I guess you truly are a slut." He just shook his head again. I pulled back my foreskin and placed the head of my cock against his wet hole. "Good," I said as I slid my cock slowly into my son. "Daddy wants his little boy to be a good slut for him." Matthew moaned in approval as I buried my bone all the way in his warm, wet, hungry fuck chute, pressing it hard into his prostate. I just held it there as I whispered, "no more secrets." "No more secrets," Matthew returned. I began to saw my cock in and out of my boy's hungry pussy, pushing hard into his prostate as he let out little grunts and moans, obviously loving that his Dad was finally fucking his slutty hole. He reached to jerk his erect cock, but I slapped his hands away, growling into his ear, "No, don't touch your cock, boy until I tell you to." "I'm sorry Sir." He whispered. His natural submissiveness only made my cock swell more in his ass. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing his hands and squeezed him tight against my body. He squeezed my hands back as he squeezed his glorious asslips around my cock, eliciting a throaty growl from deep inside me. My son definitely had a talented cunt. I knew I wasn't going to last long with his man pussy milking my cock, as I slid in and out of his cum slick chute. Knowing another man's cock had just been in my son, fucking him, using him, cumming in him was too much for my brain to handle. I knew I was close. "Tell me what you want son," I whispered in his ear, "tell your Dad what his nasty, slutty, cumdump of a son wants. Tell me what you are, boy." "I want your cum, Daddy," he whispered back in short gasps as I pounded his prostate hard. "I want you to use me as a cum receptacle. I was born to be fucked and used. I'm a slut, Dad, I'm just a cumdump. Shoot your load in my ass, Dad. Do it. I want your seed in me." That did it. Hearing my son begging for my load pushed me over the edge. I buried my cock as deep as I could in my boy and let out a long, deep moan as my dick throbbed and flexed, pumping what I knew was a huge load into my slut's guts, mixing with the load the other man dumped in him not even a half hour earlier. "Oh Matty," I moaned as his ass muscles milked all the cum out of me. "Daddy's going to be using this hole a lot from now on." "Yessssss," he softly hissed in reply.

I can only speak for Lab, Bull, Tom’s and Prinzknecht. You won’t have a problem getting into any of them. Deffo do the Lab on Thursday and Friday. The door is only open for 2 hours (21:00 till 23:00 on Thursday, 22:00 till 00.00 on Friday, I think)- get there early, ideally before the doors open, and be prepared to queue, especially on the Friday: to 2-4-1 nights are very popular). The Sunday afternoon session there is also pretty good. The other three are just regular bars with dark(ish) back rooms where guys fuck, and it’s unlikely you’ll have to queue for any of them. Best time for the Bull seems to be late, ie: after midnight. It’s the sleaziest of the three and definitely my favourite. Tom’s and Prinzknecht are similar- not sure what the best times are for those, though I imagine it’s probably the same as the Bull. New Action is a leather bar, and I’ve never felt suitably attired to enter. Not sure if you’re into saunas, but if you are, then the Boiler on Sunday afternoon is probably your best bet. Having said that, it’s the only place in Berlin where I’ve experienced any attitude: a lot of the guys who go are stunning, but they know it, and seem to spend most of their time posing for each other. Have fun!

Couldn't agree more. Give in to the urge because raw man sex is the best feeling ever. But get on Prep and get regularly tested for other nasties. Have a great time!

Fuck, i may have a bigger thing for older men than i though i did. Biggest fantasy is to learn to smoke a cigar with an older guy, and eventually being pressured and molded into his bare leather poz pig.

Back on for the first time in a while and had a few messages asking where I’ve been. Access has been shut off to members living in Texas and a few other states. I’m in Mexico for a bit and able to sign on for the first time in a while. Glad my account is still around but that’s the reason why I haven’t posted. Been having fun in Mexico and life is good. Not sure how often I’ll be on as I don’t get back to Mexico a lot.

Not to mention that many of us in a lot of states have to use a VPN to connect, which means we aren't going to always have the same IP address (as visible to the website).

Plenty, although all when I was a lot younger. Waiter(s) at a restaurant, on the train, at a bus stop, hotel pool, supermarket, on a plane (flight attendant), on the street shopping to name a few. And bars that weren't gay bars.

Every place is a gay cruising space. It’s your frame of mind that makes it so. I’ve hooked up twice on the train between KC and St.L. And with a guy I met on SF’s BART.

I do not know if someone has already responded to this comment as I am slowly working my way through this thread with reading, commenting, and giving any react emojis I wish to give in chronological order, thus have not read any comments beyond this point (on page 2 of the current 10.) Not everyone is solely interested in dick, if at all. Of course, if someone is a bottom that 'might' be all that is of interest unless someone also enjoys being fisted, rimming (give and receive), felching, and anything else I have not mentioned. Then there will be Tops who might enjoy taking advantage of any given dick present but their main interest will be an ass. And then of course there are Tops like myself who enjoy an ass and a vagina yet have zero interest in a dick whatsoever, and would much prefer it if a dick is locked away. The point here is not everyone is interested in one part of the anatomy and a setting such as a sauna or sex club sees a diverse crowd all of whom have differing needs and desires.

Grindr has destroyed the cruising abilities of most guys. Before smart phones, we used to be attuned to sideways glances and subtle nods when out in public.

There are always going to be people at bathhouses and sex parties that we won't want to click with, for whatever reason. There might be some people whose presence might turn us off. Unless they are doing something in violation of the norms of those venues--if they are actively harassing you or someone else, most notably--I am very wary of the good sense in setting up arbitrary boundaries. Where will you stop? More broadly, back when I was not monogamously coupled, I do not think that FTMs would necessarily have been out of place in the different parties and scenes I visited. Ther big dividing line relative to them was making the choice to be at the venues, not the sort of positions or activities you would like to do or the sort of genitalia you have.

Respect is not owed to anyone because they're from a marginalized group. Respect is earned. This is America where we enjoy Freedom of association. Persons with vaginas don't belong in gay bathhouses. Full stop.

Bred a super cute Asian twink while his husband watched. Nice smooth pussy. Great fuck. And fun to put on a show.

Thank you for sharing this hot story. I envy your confidence and ability.

I did. Opted for a VPN. Seems like a lot of guys in banned states are gone now. Kinda sad.

I wasn’t sure I could believe my ears. But fuck, the pool boy’s fantasy wasn’t just turning him on. I sprang the biggest bone faster than I ever had. It caught in my shorts in such an uncomfortable way I grimaced. My pool boy noticed and apologized; “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you. I said it was bad. Please don’t hate me.” My mind was spinning. ‘Do I tell him the truth to play this out? See if he’ll let me stealth him? Or keep my poz status a secret and really stealth poz him?’ I knew immediately that I wanted to do the second by the mini orgasm escaping my incredibly uncomfortably bent erection. The grimace on my face was stronger and sent the best message I could hope for to the pool boy. “We better go.” I faked an angry voice as I rushed from the table to hide the cum wet spot on my shorts. “I’m so sorry, I really am. I’ll pay the bill. I can walk home from here. Please don’t hate me.” The sun was just coming up when I got back to the hotel. Three handsome young guys were leaving the poz tattooed guys room as I passed his door. They all had that freshly fuck glow. He invited me in and my ass couldn’t pass up his sexy charm. Especially with my horniness following the pool boy’s confession and the plans taking shape in my head. We drank mimosas and shared details of our past night. Well, he shared in great detail. I did fess up to being with the pool boy, but I didn’t share the stealthing fantasy revelation. I didn’t even tell him the pool boy had broke from his rule and bred me. I let him believe all our sex had been ‘safe’. He was quite angry with me passing up such a great opportunity. One of the guys leaving his place as I arrived had been begging to get knocked up. He and the other two were potently toxic and had obliged by dump in poisonous load after load into their willing victim. His only regret was that the infection doesn’t set in immediately. He’d have loved to watch the fuck flu take over and ravage their victim so they each could have brutalized his sorry ass one more time. I could hardly believe the evil look on his face as he shared this. From the beer, mimosas’, and intoxicating poz talk I was feeling quite tipsy. I slurred; “Ya dun fuckin, or ya got anatha fuuckin toxic load fa ma asssss?” My legs were in the air and his toxic raw cock in me balls deep before I could say ‘Bob’s your uncle.’ For a guy that had been fucking all night I was amazed at his stamina. He pounded me like he hadn’t had sex in a week. He was soon blasting away painting my guts as he grunted; “You should have done this to the pool boy.” I thought he’d been too drunk to notice, but when he regained his composure he told me; “I could swear you had a load in there already when I pushed in.” “Yeah, you’re right. After I dropped the kid home, I saw a bum in a store doorway. My ass was so desperately horny for cum Ioffered him twenty bucks. We went behind a dumpster and he filled my ass.” This lying thing was becoming to me more and more easy to me. “Fuckin A man. I’ve knocked up a few bums around town. I hope he pumped my strain into you.” “Could be. I’ve gotta get my drunk cum filled ass off to bed. Thanks.” “Anytime. If you’re not going to do the pool boy than give his ass to me. I'll knock him up so fast he won't know what hit him." I slept ‘til three in the afternoon. My dreams were filled with anonymous bb sex with a score of men. My ass would have been flooded had it all been real. The dream of doing the pool boy came back with the shock of believing I had stealthed him emerging only when I pulled my wet raw cock out of his ass. Then his body transformed into David’s. I awoke sweating, and shaking, and screaming “NO!”. Once again, I escaped the hotel, pool boy temptations and tattooed guys evil influence by going for a hike. Well away from the roads and people I stripped out of my shorts and laid back on a smooth rock. The sun felt great on my naked body and I was soon fast asleep. My dead childhood friend Peter came to me in a dream. He actually ‘came in me’ in this dream. He had mounted me doggy and after recovering from the most intense orgasm whispered in my ear; ‘You know that pool boy wants you to trick him. Beat that tattoo guy. Knock him up. With that sexy body somebodies going to eventually do it. It may as well be you. Make me proud." I awoke with a start. My cock was warmly wrapped in some guy’s mouth. A wet finger was starting to penetrate my hole. His eyes looked into mine as if to say; ‘You were just too tempting.’ They were puppy dog eyes and I melted. I just gently nodded my head and put my hands on his head to direct his face fuck. His second and then third fingers entered my ass. My legs soon floated up to my shoulder’s and his bare cock was soon finding my prostate. Only then did I get a good look at him. He was a sweet young otter. But not too young to not know what he was doing. He was an expert top. Seeing my delight he leaned in to give me a passionate kiss and went to town pounding When his breathing turned ragged he asked; “Where do you want my load?” “Where do you want to give it?” I asked He was already breeding me. His contractions finished and he didn’t loose a beat moving down and feltching his load out of my cummy hole. He moved back up to my mouth and snowballed the cum between my open lips. Mouth empty he quickly said; “Use that to lube me up.” We were on a roll. My conscience had no time to kick into gear. I spat the cum on his ass and fucked it inside with my tongue. He struggled to take my big raw cock but hung in like a trooper. It wasn’t long before I was long dicking him and when my conscience did kick in it made me so fuckin horny that I blasted away before I could heed it’s warning. “Fuck man, the desert doesn’t often serve me up that dessert. Sweet man. Good thing you’re neg to.” “Um, yeah, I shouldn’t have let you do that to me. So you’re cute cub ass is negative?" “Yup. But with my love of barebacking it probably won’t be for long.” “Yeah. I guess I’m in the same boat. In fact to be honest I really don’t know.” “You had a flu lately.” Here came the lie; “Awe, No.” “Good. Looks like we’re safe for another day and another fuck.” We both noticed I was hard again. I slipped inside him for another quick pump and dump. As I made my way back to my car I thought, ‘Well at least he knows and takes responsibility for the risk he just took.’ With this thought my dick was ragging hard yet again and I couldn’t stop thinking about the pool boy and the message Peter brought me in my dream. I rounded a corner and almost walked into a straight couple hiking with their dog. I quickly pulled on my shorts with great embarrassment. They couldn’t have missed my big erection leading me down the path.

Hairy hole in need of cum

As I awoke the next day I knew I wanted to avoid the poz tattoo guy. I’d been thinking of him as a friend, but I was now disillusioned with myself and the evil influence he had become on me. I rented a car and went hiking in Joshua Tree National Park. The fresh air, exercise, and sunshine were exhilarating after so many nights in the clubs and so much idle time lounging in a pool chair. I was also very glad of the alcohol break. By mid afternoon I had covered a good distance and was deep into the park away from any roads. I hadn’t seen anyone in the last hour and a half. Most of the hike I’d only been wearing khaki shorts, commando off course. I decided to slip out of those and for the next half hour loved the feel of the air on my semi erection and the sun on my active ass. I came around a huge bolder and almost fell over two young men having sex. I was practically on top of them so there was no chance to hide my arrival. The tall athletic blond was being fucked by the most gorgeous muscled black man. The contrast of their entangled skin tones was intoxicating. They stopped for a brief moment but saw my nakedness and semi relaxed and just decided to continued. By this point I had found my voice and apologized. As I went to move away the black man said; “No need. Stay and watch if you want. Better still, why don’t you join us?” By this point I was fully erect. I couldn’t have walked away if I’d wanted to. And I didn’t want to. The black man kept fucking as I kissed each of them. He asked, “My ass sure could use some attention, do you eat ass?” That was all the invitation I needed. And what a sweet ass I discovered. It was a bit challenging to figure out the rhythm of his movements, but I was happy to experiment. I got so turned on that without thinking I stood, and my raw cock easily slid into his winking hole. He accepted the sandwich fuck for a few minutes before I heard his voice. “That feels fucking awesome, are you in me raw?” His words broke me from my lustful trance. I quickly pulled out. “Fuck man, I’m sorry. Your ass is so inviting, I got carried away. Sorry.” “Again. No need. As long as you’re clean I've been craving a raw bone. I’m getting close and you almost had me over the edge. Sorry I said anything, help me out here man.” I shouldn’t have. But I pushed back in. “Oh man, that feels so good. Oh yeah … I’m … loosing it … filling this rubber.” His ass contractions yanked me over the edge, and I was breeding his ass with my toxic load. Breathlessly; “Holy shit man, did you just breed me. Fucking awesome, I’ve never been bred before.” When we were disentangled, and I was watching the black man remove the full condom from his massive cock the blond spoke up. “How soon can you regenerate? I’ve never been bred either, looks like this might be my lucky day.” I was too embarrassed to fess up the truth right away and before I finished dithering with my answer the black hunk spoke while stroking his meat which was already back to full attention. “Well, I regenerate fast and I’d love to return the favor.” I couldn’t stop myself from presenting my ass to his mouth. He spat a few times in my hole and I sat on his raw prestigious black club. It took some time to get it all in, and a while for the pain to subside, but oh it was worth the effort. My attention was so consumed by the painful pleasure my ass was receiving that I didn’t notice the blond guy moving his ass onto my raw bone. My brain was now yelling at me ‘STOP THIS, STOP IT RIGHT NOW’, but the sandwich fuck and the pleasure sounds from the other two drowned out my conscience. All too soon the black man was shouting out his delight. “Fucking A man, I’m breeding your Lilly white ass.” His orgasm was so powerful he'd not needed to say a word. His orgasmic energy shot directly through my ass and groin; I was stealthing my second unsuspecting victim within ten minutes of each other. The blond was the first to speak; “Holy shit man, that was the most awesome fuck of my life. I’m never going to want a condom fuck again.” “Me neither, I’m so glad you’re clean.” My mind was racing. I wanted to tell them the truth, but I also had no idea how they would react. I was too far from help if they lost it on me and beat me to a pulp. So I said; “Thanks guys. This was totally unplanned. I’m so glad we all got loaded. Fuck your cum feels great in my ass. But I need to get going.” My feet couldn’t carry me away fast enough. I was so rattled with myself that I didn’t even put my shorts on to get to the rental car. Thankfully there was no one at the parking lot. In fact, I didn’t even notice I was naked until I got back to the hotel parking lot and went to get out of the car. I tried to get into my shorts but couldn’t manage behind the steering wheel. A quick checked proved the parking lot and street were empty so I rushed into and through the hotel lobby. The guy on the desk called after me; “You can’t do that; you’ll get the hotel in trouble.” As I dashed for my room I yelled back; “Sorry”. To get to my room I had to go by the pool. The pool boy was chatting with poz tattoo guy. I really wasn’t in the mood to be seen by either of them so continued my rush to my room. Once inside I collapsed on the bed and tried to calm my breathing and brain. Five minutes later there was a gentle tap at my door. Greeting me on the other side when I peaked out was the pool boy with concern on his face. “You okay? You looked upset when you went by the pool.” “Um, shit, come on in.” “If you don’t want company, that’s okay. I just wanted to be sure you are okay.” “That’s so sweet of you, thanks. No. Yes, I’m fine. Come on in. I’d love your company.” We sat facing each other naked, cross legged on the bed. “Do you want to talk about it.” His sweet compassionate voice. I hesitated for a moment and decided to tell him a slightly altered story. Actually, I told him much of the real story, just not my status and the accidental stealthing I had allowed in the heat of the moment. I told him about coming upon the hot couple fucking during my hike. I led him to believe my upset was that I had allowed another guy to bareback me this week. He was incredibly compassionate, and our naked bodies were soon entwined. He kissed away my tears and we were both fully hard. We 69ed for a bit and he asked if I wanted to fuck him. I suited my raging cock, and we were deeply and passionately making love. I was no where near ready to cum and my cock went limp falling out of him. He gently asked; “Do you want me to fuck you?” I nodded, he suited up and was quickly sliding into my cum lubed ass. “That feels good.” he said. “I’m embarrassed to admit it but it does feel good.” “What’s it like?” “What do you mean?” “To have a guy cum in you?” “Again, I’m embarrassed, but I really do love it. It feels amazing. And to walk away knowing you have his cum in your ass. It’s special, like nothing else I can imagine.” “But aren’t you worried?” “Of course, I am. That’s why I was so upset. (I thought to myself, ‘Another lie.’) But it feels so good; I find myself craving more. Fuck! I shouldn’t confess that.” Tentatively he asked; “Like mine, do you want me to breed my cum into your ass?” “Absofuckinlutely! Oh fuck! Sorry, that was too much. Sorry.” “Well at least I know what you think.” “Honestly, I would love you to slip off that condom and continue to make love to me. Would you do that for me? Please.” “I don’t think I should.” “No, you’re right. It would be too risky ” I could feel his cock twitching in my ass and a grin had spread across his face. “I get it though. Even the thought of entering you bareback makes me more horny. I’d love to be raw inside you right now. Would you let me do that, just this once?” “Just once, maybe just the tip?” He pulled out, removed the condom and teased my hole with his bare cock head. The look of sexual hunger on his face was amazing. I was afraid I would shoot another load as I watched his tip and felt it penetrate me. With just the tip inside he said with awe in his voice. “That feels amazing! You are so hot and wet in there. I don’t think I can stop from going deeper.” ‘Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” As he pushed in halfway; “Oh fuck, This is amazing. Are you sure you are okay with this?” “Never been more sure in my life.” He proceeded to balls deep and then passionately kissed me. “Make love to me please. Don’t stop now.” I pleaded. He and his raw cock made love to me for the next hour. We tried every position we could imagine. Every time his raw cock slid into me I was afraid I’d shoot my load. We were in missionary looking deeply into each eyes;. “I want to cum inside you. I’m so close. Would that be okay?” “Yes please, fill me with your seed. I want it so bad.” Two more powerful pumps and he was howling his orgasm. I’d been edging for so long my first blast went in my eye. My second blast hit the wall. I couldn’t believe I’d already cum a couple times earlier in the day, there was so much volume. For the next half hour we enjoyed a wonderful cuddle. Then he went down on my limp cock quickly bringing it back to full attention. As he straddled my body he brought my raw cock to his hole; “I think it is my turn. If I’m going to take a chance and bareback I want it to be with you. I really want to experience skin to skin with you.” Much as I was enjoying this and wanted to be in him raw I knew I couldn’t. And I wasn’t ready to tell him why. I just calmly explained; “Sorry. No that’s not going to happen. I’m spent. You saw how much and how far it shoot. I’m done, please understand.” He did and we cuddled the rest of the night away with tender pillow talk. I began to fear I was falling in love with this gentle soul. At the same time I began to fear I was being unfaithful to David. I kept these worries to myself. We both drifted off to sleep and awoke hungry at about 2 a.m.. We hooped in my rental and he gave me directions to an all night diner. We ordered big plates and a jug of beer to share. It was here that the topic of conversation changed in a way I had least expected. He ask me; ‘Would you let that guy with the biohazard and scorpion tattoo fuck you?” “I shouldn’t confess this, but that would be so fuckin hot. I bet he’s an amazing top. I’ve heard HIV poz guys are outstanding in bed. I’d make him wear a condom of course.” I was lying again as you know. “Yeah, I’ve heard the same thing. In fact that’s what he said this afternoon by the pool. He’s been trying to land my ass all week. I must confess I’m tempted. But I don’t trust him, even if he agrees to wear a condom.” “You’re very wise.” “Yeah, thanks. ... But can I confess one more thing?” “Sure, anything.” “This is so bad though.” “Come on, you have to tell me now.” “Okay, okay, but don’t hate me.” “I said anything, I couldn’t hate you.” “Oh, you might with this secret fantasy." "I'm all ears. And it's just a fantasy. How bad could it be." "Oh, it's bad. I’ve been jerk off to this fantasy of him since he came to the hotel … ever since I saw his nasty tattoos. I have such a fuckin great orgasm everytime." He paused for quite a long time. "Go on" I gently encouraged. "I fantasize that he is safely fucking me. You know, wearing a condom and he manages to stealth his s poz load into my vulnerable ass. The danger of taking a chance , letting him trick me, breeding me his poz load and praying he doesn’t knock me up. Fuck man, I’m so hard right now just telling you about this.” To be continued ...

I've been fucked once (bareback, of course!) but, as it was my first time and my top was pretty well endowed, I was struggling to stay stretched out for long enough while he was fucking me. So the little breaks here and there meant the session became a lot of short interrupted fucks that kept him from being able to establish a rhythm to actually cum. He was very gracious about and said he still enjoyed taking my hole's virginity. So although mine isn't a virgin hole, it's one that has never before been bred and I still wonder what getting filled with cum will feel like. What do you think, does it look breedable?

I prefer being stretched out a lot!! I love how vulnerable I feel when it happens !!

Real close up of my sloppy hole

Part 2 I left my cock in Matty until it went soft, as my brain processed what had just transpired. My son, my pride and joy, was truly a cum hungry slut. And I loved it. I finally pulled out, and Matty immediately rolled over and started cleaning off my slimy dick without being told to. As he sucked the cum and ass juice off my cock, paying extra attention to the foreskin, he looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and said, "a cumdump always cleans up after." "Someone's taught you well, boy" I replied. "Yes, Sir," he answered as he licked my balls clean. Grabbing a handful of his curly hair, I forced him back on to my cock, holding his face tight against my pubes, watching my precious boy as his tongue and mouth did their work on my crotch. I started getting hard again. I pushed him off me, onto his back, and he responded by grabbing his ankles, spreading his legs apart, displaying his hungry, pink hole, glistening in the soft light. I looked down at him, noticing that his crotch was shaved, with just a hint of pubes left. "Do you shave your ass too, boy?" "Yes Sir. Most men prefer it that way," he replied, flashing his big, white smile. I marveled at his beauty. An hour ago, he was just my straight, hot jock son. Now here he was a submissive, cock hungry slut, spreading his legs open for more of his Dad's cock in him. I didn't make him wait as I lined up my cock head to his waiting hole. "Look at me boy," I demanded. "Look me in the eyes and tell me what you want son." Without hesitation or shame he answered "I want your cock in my ass, Dad. I want you to fuck me, use me, cum in me. I'm just a cumdump. I need your cum filling me. I need other men to use me as a cumdump. I am a slut, Dad. Use me however you want. Tie me up, abuse me, let other men abuse me, whatever you want. The rougher the better. I'll be your little fuck slave, Daddy." With that I slammed my cock balls-deep into my son. His eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned "Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck me, Dad, fuck me." And fuck him I did. I grabbed his furry thighs and pounded him as hard as I could, knowing this fuck would last a while. Matty just moaned and grunted. I filled my mouth with saliva and grabbed his bottom teeth, opening his mouth wide. I let a long string of spit fall into his mouth, filling it up. As I pushed his mouth closed and he swallowed, I finished by spitting twice on his face, right on his nose so it ran down his cheeks. He just smiled, loving it. I slowed down my fucking, cause I wanted to find out more about his sexual history. "How long have you been getting fucked, bitch? Tell me about it." "Since I was 18, Sir," he answered as I grabbed his balls, pulling them. "I went on hookup sites. It's really easy to find guys wanting to use a high school boy." "Older guys? What was the first man that fucked you like?" I asked. "Yeah, lots of older guys. The guy who took my cherry was probably 40. I told you I was spending the night at Jimmy's, but I went to this guy's house. He fucked me three times that night. He was the first to teach me what a cumdump I was." My cock throbbed as he talked. "The next hookup was a couple in their 50's. They were the first to tie me up, put me in a sling and fuck me all night. They introduced me to poppers. After that, I became a certified cockhound. I'd look for cock anywhere. Sometimes at a park, or a bookstore. I like the sleaziness of the hook-ups." I pounded my boy harder as I pictured him whoring himself out to total strangers. "What's the oldest guy to fuck you?" I asked. "He was in his 80's. He came over to our house and fucked me while you and Mom were asleep upstairs." I gave my son a hard slap on the face when he said that. "Thank you, Sir," he replied, adding "I've had lots of guys over that you didn't know about. They'd get really turned on fucking a high school guy in his own bed." I continued pounding Matty harder as I realized just how slutty he was, so I asked "Have you been gangbanged slut? How many men?" "Yes Sir, a few times. The most was one session with six Army guys. They blindfolded me and used me all night. They even double fucked me. I probably took ten or eleven loads that night." My head spun at the thought of my son being gangbanged, taking cock after cock after cock. I most definitely needed to set up a gangbang for him. And I'll make sure to have a minimum of ten guys lined-up to use my son. Hearing him tell me his nasty exploits had me on the verge of cumming again, but I had one more question before I came: "So," I asked, looking deep into his eyes. "How many men do you think have fucked you? How many men have pumped their cum into my son's slutty fuckhole?" "Maybe about 150?" 'Oh fuck,' I thought - 150 different men. And he wasn't even 20. "Stroke your cock slut." I ordered. "I wanna see you cum, you nasty fucking whore! Taking 150 different cocks? You really are a worthless little cumdump. Well, Daddy's taking over now, cunt! I'm going to make sure you take EVERY available cock we can find. I'll find disgusting old, fat men and make you grovel for their cum. I'll take you to truck stops and let nasty, dirty truckers fuck your hot, slutty, jock cumhole! You'll get so used, I'll be able to ram my fist in you with no problem!" As I told Matty about his future, he just groaned and opened his mouth, shooting several big shots of cum, landing in his mouth, hair, and all over his face and chest. I shot my own load into him as his ass muscles milked my cock with every squirt he made. fter we both got our breath back, I pulled out and Matty cleaned me off, he started to wipe his own cum up. "No," I said, "leave it." Giving me a smile, Matty reached into his backpack and pulled out a good sized buttplug. Without a word, he lay back, spread his whore legs apart and handed me the plug, gesturing to his leaking hole. I rammed it in hard. Matty threw his head back and hissed as it popped past his anal ring. I lay down, pulled him into me, kissing deeply and passionately as ground the plug into his cunt. We made out for a bit before we called it a night.

Always nice to feel bonded as one

Exactly! 👍

I really have learned that to surrender and submit I can enjoy the most pleasure!!! Nothing it more intense

It was 3:00 am, the night club was packed with shirtless hunks, sweating and flying high. The music was pounding and the lightshow was amazing. I stood on a balcony overlooking a sea of shirtless men. There was one particular group of six guys off of whom I couldn’t take my eyes. I could see their sweat and despite the fast music, they were dancing very slow, taking turns rubbing each other’s necks, pressing their bodies against each other, passionately kissing, and occasionally groping each other’s cocks through the fabric of their clothes. They were oblivious to everyone else, and it was clear they were having an amazing time. My ‘e’ was finally kicking in and I was feeling the incredible warm rush that flows through your body, and my stomach had that slight nauseous feeling which meant I was going to have an amazing ride. I took off my shirt, and although I don’t have the body of a god, I’m fit and stand about 5’11. I'm 25 with brown hair, blue eyes. I trim my chest hair and I love feeling my hands sliding over my sweaty chest as I feel the ‘e’ overtake my body. I could feel every vibration from the music that pounded from the speakers. The lightshow grabbed my attention and fascinated me for a few minutes before remembering that group of guys I had seen earlier. I looked down on the dance floor and they were still there. I thought to myself "I need to be on the dance floor" so I stumbled down the stairs, feeling guys rub my crotch and chest as I passed them. I was feeling amazing, but I was fixated on getting on the dance floor. The music was louder here, the lights were brighter and more hypnotizing than before. I was now in the middle of the dance floor, right next to the lean, fit group of guys I had seen from the balcony. They were all about 25, and looked like the kind of guys you see in an Abercombie advertisement: fit, hairless, young, and hard. One of the guys was wearing loose red cargo shorts that seemed to hang just low enough from the back that I could see the top of his ass and I could tell he didn’t have underwear on. So fucking sexy. He broke away from his friends and he was dancing with his back to me. I wanted to go up to him and start rubbing his broad, muscular shoulders, but I resisted. Instead, I turned around and starting dancing a little. I slowly pushed my sweaty back against his. At first it was a couple of bumps and nudges. Nothing to obvious that I was interested or making a move. He didn’t resist or change the location of where he was dancing so I pressed a little harder. He pressed back. We were now rubbing our asses and backs together and it felt amazing. We seemed to have caught the attention of his friends as they were now dancing around us. They weren’t touching me, but I could feel they were looking at my body, watching me dance with one of their friends. Red cargo short guy quickly turned around. He was starring at me, his eyes were wide open and he was standing really still. I could feel his eyes look me up and down. I could see the outline of his cock and I’m pretty sure I could see a small wet spot. I tried to dance really cool, but I knew the ‘e’ was probably making me stumble around a bit. It was particularly strong ‘e’ and I wanted to take a walk, but I couldn’t leave these guys. I continued to dance, and casually turned my direction to look at another part of the bar. I was now facing one of the other friends. He was shirtless and wearing tight jeans and sunglasses. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I knew he was starring at me. He kept getting a little closer. I realized someone had started rubbing my neck with strong hands. My back was sweaty and their hands easily rubbed my back. I wasn’t wearing underwear that night, and I was also wearing loose cargo shorts. I could feel this guy rub his fingers a little below the waistline. The guy with sunglasses was now pressing his whole body against me in the front. I could feel his nipples on my chest, and his hard crotch was pressing into mine. I looked behind me and I could see it was the guy with red cargo shorts who had now pressed his full body against mine. I could fee his chest on my back and his hands were running over my flat belly and hard chest. His hands would occasionally wander below the waistline and rub against my cock. The 'e' was making my dick soft, but it still felt amazing. He wouldn’t grab my cock, but would just brush against it with his hand. Two other guys were now on either side of me began kissing my kneck, and the guy with sunglasses, who was standing in front of me, leaned forward and kissed my lips. It was an electric feeling. He pulled my head towards his and held me tight. His mouth felt amazing. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I loved the feeling. I could barely catch my breath. My hands reached behind my back so I could feel the cock of the guy in the red shorts. Upon making contact with his crotch, I realized his button fly was partially undone: the top button was tightly fastened, but the other buttons were undone, so naturally I slowly reached through the opening of his shorts. His cock was rock hard, fat, and uncut. Some guys are so lucky that they get hard when they're high. He was one of those guys. The head of his cock was dripping pre-cum. By now the two remaining guys in his party had joined us, so I was in the middle of six hot guys with their hands wandering my body, kissing me, and feeling my cock, which was actually getting hard. One of the guys must have brought some lube or something slick because I felt my cock being pulled up and down with something that made my cock really hard. He was reaching through the waistline of my shorts. I felt him undo my buttons and zippers. I thought my shorts would fall to the ground, but the guys around me were pressed so tightly, around me, they only fell a little. The guy in the red shorts pulled my hand away. I could feel him tugging down on my shorts. My ass was now exposed. The music was getting more intense and my own cock was so hard. The guy in the sunglasses unzipped his jeans and pulled my cock through the opening. My cock was now pressed against his. From a distance, I don’t think anyone could see what was going on. If they could, they didn’t respond. My shorts were pulled down, they weren’t at my ankles, but my cock was pressed into the opening of the guy with jeans and the guy with the red cargo shorts was pressing his hard cock between my ass cheeks. It was feeling amazing. I was thinking how badly I wanted to get fucked, but I didn’t have a condom. My heart was pounding and all I could think about was cock. I wanted to be sucking someone, but I was in a club - and couldn't. I could feel the guy in the red shorts start pressing his cock in between my ass cheeks. The head of his cock entered very easily. I wanted to pull away because I knew he wasn't wearing a condom, but I wanted to feel that cock in my ass - bareback. So I didn't push him away. It was happening. I was feeling his cock press in and out to the beat of the music. It felt so amazing. His uncut cock easily slid in and out of my ass. We were standing, and I was a little surprised that he could fuck me so deeply. Someone opened a bottle of poppers in front of my nose. I inhaled. Hands were everywhere. I was kissing the guy in the sunglasses and my ass was being fucked, right there on the dance floor. I didn’t care if anyone could see. I was so fucking high. I knew I wanted him to pull out before he came, but I couldn’t stop him. It was a truly amazing experience. He was pounding my ass so hard. The lights were dim. The music was loud. Time stood still. He grabbed my chest and held me tight. I started to cum on the guy in front of me. My cock was still pressed against his between his fly so my load blew onto his crotch. I could feel the guy in red cargo shorts breathing heavily, holding me still while pressing his cock deep in my ass. I swear that I could feel his cock pulsing. He was cumming. He was filling me. I was in heaven. He pulled away a little and I reached between my ass cheeks to confirm he had actually cum. My fingers were sticky, and it felt amazing. He pulled up my shorts and buttoned his fly. He turned me around and said "Hi, I’m Issac" and continued asking "Would you like to come home with me and fuck me tonight?" I replied very simply "Yes…."

I started having gay sex when PREP was not a thing. At least, not yet in Italy. So, I was always super careful and insisted on condoms-only. Stiill, I knew i liked bottoming, but it was never mind-blowing. I loved getting there, but then, when they pushed beyond my ring, it always was with more than a little discomfort, and I often ended up hoping to finish soon. Then, one day, back at my parents' town, I meet this super sexy man on Grindr. He is visiting his parents, too. We arrange for some carsex in the evening. Get to pick him up, and he is even sexier than in pic. There is no discussion on safe sex, I assume it is condoms, as usual. We find our quiet spot, start making out, you know, the usual. In the end, he makes me lie doggy style on the front seat, while he takes care of my ass from the back seat. And he totally goes to town rimming my naive butt. And I love it. Juices are running. Then, like in a bad porn movie, he leans into me, bare cockhead pushing against my lubed hole, asking me if ha just can play a bit bare. Just a little bit. Of course, i am ways too horny to say no. Next thing I know he is balls deep in me, bare, and I am loving it. Of course, he then starts fucking me and, in the end, asks me if I wanted him to cum out. Of course I had him cum in me. That was the first time I really loved getting fucked. My dick stayed hard all along the shag, and kept producing precum. I was totally hooked. Of course, I felt super guilty, afterwards. But the seed was there. I would then meet a further couple of guys who finally taught me to stop worrying and just enjoy

I have a large gauge PA.. 000g. Tight holes are a real pain.. a loose well fucked/fisted one is just right for me.

Too bad there are no more of the story was very erotic loved the line “ Once a self-professed power-bottom, the fuck-flu had unleashed a hidden part of me that I never would have suspected existed. “ it’s so true it brings our lusting desire to breed 🍆💦

In addition to coming out earlier and not wasting time resisting being attracted to other men I can think of some other words of wisdom. 'You're way more attractive than you think.' I look at old photos of myself now and realize I was a hottie. 'Don't be shy about asking for what you want. If you want a guy to fuck you, tell him. He can't read your mind'. And 'don't be so quick to turn down hook ups with older men. Daddy types have a lot of experience and can teach young guys a lot about being a good at sex '.

I love how you've taken the previous story to the next level...OINK!

I fucked a 24 year old redneck in the park last night. He was hanging out in a pavilion, drinking beers by himself. I walked over and started talking to him, and decided to pull out my cock to see how he'd react. He just sat his beer down and went to work. After a few minutes I asked to see his ass, and he quickly presented it to me. Nice and hairy, I began tonguing it and nibbling as hard as I could. His 7" cock was dripping, so I scooped some precum and rubbed it in his hole, working my fingers inside. He loved it. I lined my cock up and pushed inside, and fucked him for about 5 minutes until I unloaded my gift inside him. I slid out and just walked back to my truck.

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PART 3 Finally, Tim backed off and that slick wet tongue that had been giving my ass so much pleasure was gone. I arched my back and moaned, I just wanted more so bad. “Don’t worry Chris, I haven’t even started pleasuring your little boyhole. I just wanted you to see what your ass does to me,” Tim said rising up. His cock was rock hard. A bead of precum was dripping off the tip. I practically dove up to get to it, that massive man cock. My teachers man cock. And my mouth opened greedily to savor it. I wanted that big dick in my mouth so badly. But first I had to lap that precum up, as my tongue flicked out and licked and swirled on his big mushroom head. Lips already wet with spit, I slid my mouth down on his shaft. I lost myself in sucking him. I worshiped it with my mouth. I pulled off and licked and sucked on his balls and then returned to sucking the head. I tried my best to please him. I wanted to be a good cocksucker for him. With him standing just next to the edge of the bed, I was on my hands and knees to reach him and so when he leaned over me, it wasn’t hard for his hands to reach my ass. His very wet fingers felt cold for just a moment when they touched my hole, but quickly grew warm. It was my first time having my ass lubed, but I knew it wasn’t spit. His hand pulled away and then returned, and my hole and as crack grew slick, so slick his finger just eased into me. The pressure and fullness felt incredible and i arched my back. I sucked with even more desire, as his finger slowly opened me up. It wasn’t spoken when he pulled away and then guided me around. He spread my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. My slick and shiny hole was presented to him, my cheeks spread wide. He slowly stroked his rock hard cock. He knew he was about to fuck me and I knew he was about to fuck me. I was still nervous but I wanted it so bad. He had driven me to the point where I just needed hot gay man sex. Nothing else mattered except this hot older guy and his giant beautiful penis. Finally, I felt it. The head of his cock. Only instead of pushing in, he was slowly rubbing the head against my hole. The slight slight pressure and the gentle tiny circles drove me crazy. It felt SO good. He had one hand on his cock and one hand keeping me in place. I knew he didn’t have a condom on. I was really aware of that and it kept running through my head, but it felt so good. And I was 18 and with a guy more than twice my age. And I knew I wasn’t gonna say anything if he didn’t. The rubbing and pressure kept making me just want him more and more. So much that when he finally leaned in and whispered “I’m going to fuck you now,” I just whimpered “Please!”. And the circles stopped and the pressure got stronger. I tried to relax. He pushed and then I felt a sharp stab in my hole and I gasped and threw inches of bare cock was inside me and I was no longer a virgin. He paused and stroked my back gently. “Relax, just relax and open up. Let that hole open up for me,” he whispered, adding “let me show you how good my cock can make you feel.”

He let go with a shove and I went sprawling across the cell. By the time I got back to my feet he was gone. WTF was that all about?, I thought. My throat was sore from where his strong fingers had tightened and there was a strange heat in my crotch. There I was, left in the dim dark with a ragging hard on and a cold sweat. Several minutes passed and my cock had just gone down when I heard the key scrap into the door lock. Both cold sweat and hard cock sprang on me - again. I could feel the sweat trickle down to my ase crack and a big spot of precum stain appear in front of my shorts. Yeah I’m one of those whose cock is like a faucet. It's embarrassing at times as some girls think I’ve blown my load when I pull my boxers down and they are soaked in precum slime. Strangely my cum loads aren't overly large. Well, when the door opened the cop entered the cell, and paused at the door to lock it, leaving the keys in the lock and the covered the small grill look in with a poster or something. Sweat broke out on my forehead but I could also feel my leaking cock jerk hard in my shorts as he strode over to the bars of the cell. “Let’s get things straight. You do as your told boy, and you will walk out of here, you understand, boy?” I nodded dumbly. This definitely wasn’t going an experience I'd be able to laugh about with my buddies, I thought. “Get over here on your knees and face my crotch boy." Yup not going to be pleasant at all, I mumbled. I wasn’t gay and he just smirked and told me I’d better realise I’d no choice. I went over and got down on my knees head against the cold bars and my cock was practically pissing precum. WFT!!! His big hand went to the back of my neck and he mashed my face into the gap between the bars and thrust his uniformed crotch into my face grinding into my face with the rough material. He pulled back releasing my head and told me to unzip his flies, I reached through the bars and found the zip and a massive bugle angled to the right. Pulling down the zip I was told to reach in and pull out his cock and be careful. Reaching into his uniform my hand found the heat of his cock and realised he was commando, my fingers sort of grasped his soft thick meat and worked it free from his trousers, and a groan escaped his lips as his meat hit the air. He smirked as I gasped at the size of his cock and he wasn’t even hard, even semi I could not fully encircle his girth, his knob was a bulbous pink mound of flesh with a bead of precum glistening in the poor light. “Suck my cock boi and watch your fucking teeth or I’ll beat shit out of you!” he groaned Shit scared now as id never done anything with another guy, when I was younger and less built me could suck my own cock so had to think back on how I did it. Opening my mouth wide I slide the head into my mouth and gently closed my lips around his know and sucked gently. His cock lurched and jerked and I felt it swell even more filling my mouth. Something went through my head right then I was actually proud of the reaction this built cop was having with my mouth around his knob. He stood and groaned and I took that as a sign I was doing well and to slide a bit more of his hardening cock into my mouth. His big knob hit the back of my throat and I gagged and pulled off a bit so’s not to retch. Working the small amount of cock in and out of my mouth got him fully hard and groaning from the tongue and lip action. He began to pull back and I found myself leaning forward until my head was again lodged between the bars. He move quick then his hands shot through the bars and his baton came tight across the back of my neck forcing my head to angle up and back a bit. He took charge then and started to ease in and out of my mouth slowly working against the back of my throat. I started to choke and gag and retch and snot and tears came to my face as he forced more and more of his cock into my throat. Braced with the police baton id nowhere to go and struggled against the bars as his massive cock invaded my tight throat and only to pull back enough to allow me to catch a ragged breath before working back into my mouth to slowly inch down my throat. He finally stopped with about half his massive cock buried in my throat there was just no way was the rest going further at this time or angle. He pulled right out then and let me catch my breath and wipe the tears, snot and throat muck off my face. His cock stood out from his body at least ten inches, wrist thick and a massive set of low hanging balls. Fuck what was wrong with me I wanted him back in my mouth tasting his salty precum and musky smell. Only now as I breathed deep did I realise I’d blew my load in my shorts and had kept hard even as I was being violated with his hard cock down my throat. He was breathing heavy as he looked at me from below the peak of his police cap and his cock dancing in the air in front of us both. Suddenly a stream of piss arched out splashing me in the face and starting to drench me in acidic yellow liquid that I started to pull away only to be harshly told to stay the fuck where I was. His cock jerked and piss rained down on my head and face and chest totally drenching me and I was kneeling in a growing puddle with the smell assaulting my nostrils. I was disgusted and worse my cock was still painfully hard in my shorts aching to cum again. His huge cock finished pissing and I was ordered to lick the last dregs off his cock, I tasted his piss as my tongue met his knob and I cringed at the acrid taste. His cock had softened greatly from pissing and i enjoyed the spongy feel inside my mouth. Suddenly his handset burst into life and he lifted it and spoke into the mic, He understood the garble coming back at him and said he’d be right there. Clipping the mic back to his belt he pulled out of my mouth and walked to the door pushing his cock back into his uniform trousers with a grunt. He was gone leaving me sitting in a pool of piss and soaked through. Suddenly what I had done hit me and I was cold and shivering. I stripped out of my cloths and dried myself with a blanket from one of the beds and wrapped myself up in some others. What had happened began to play through my head and my cock rose to full aching hardness, I was totally disgusted with myself but also hoping he’d be back.