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Couch Surfer As I sat down to start work on Wednesday, Gabriel came up behind me and rubbed my shoulders. It wasn't something that he'd done before and I wondered what was up. He cleared his throat and said "A friend is coming to visit so I'm going to be at my mom's house this weekend with him." I stopped and turned back to him. "It's up to you, but why not stay here? Even if you guys want to fuck, you know I don't mind. Even better if you do it when I'm here" I said with a chuckle. After all this time, I didn't think he knew how much it turned me on to know he was having sex with other guys. "You sure? I don't want to impose on your crib..." he replied. "It's kinda 'our' place now if you haven't noticed. You're on the left side of the closet and I'm on the right. Your toothbrush is red, mine is blue" I replied, grinning. I didn't get a response right away, so I said "He can sleep on the couch unless you want him to join us in the bedroom. I've never done a multi-day three way..." "Oh, fuck no. He's a friend. We failed horribly as boyfriends but it works as just... friends. I think you'll like Antoine" he said. "Gotcha. Either way, he's welcome to stay here. It might freak your mom out if you stay over there for more than a day now. She seems to like us living together, as sinful as it is. She even called me her son-in-law at lunch Sunday" I told him before laughing again. He shook his head and I could sense he was embarrassed about her comments. "Ok... He will be here tomorrow morning and leaving Sunday. You sure it's ok?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm sure" I replied before turning back to work. Thursday, I left for the office and wondered what I would come home to. I hadn't even seen a picture of the guy, so when I walked in that night I didn't know what to expect. The first thing I noticed was the delicious aroma that I could smell down the hall. The second was the hot guy in my kitchen. He was a couple inches shorter than me, but built. His tee could barely hold his muscles in and it extended to the tree trunk legs. "Hey, I'm Antoine. Thanks for lettin' me crash here" he said. I reached out to shake his hand but he came closer and gave me a hug. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his body and I felt ashamed of my crappy gym regimen, but enjoyed the feeling of his taught body in my arms. While it was a firm hug, it was balanced with the soft touch of his hands. From his facial features I could tell that he was a mixed guy like me, with just fewer ethnicities in the mix. Our skin was almost the same shade but he had a full head of cropped black hair and no beard. "Glad you could come visit. Gabriel was really happy you were coming" I replied. "I've been looking forward to seeing him for months. I finally got a break and was able to come visit. I've missed that moth... guy so much" he said. I had to chuckle that he checked his words trying not to offend me. "He does have a way of sinking his claws into you, doesn't he" I said, smiling. He let go of me and then started plating my dinner. "Nothin fancy, but I figured I'd make something good for you. Gabriel said you don't eat good on days you go to the office" he said, setting the meal down on the table. I grabbed a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. I handed one to him and we toasted "To a fun weekend." The food was delicious and I asked "So, you're a chef?" "I used to be. Hated the stress. Now I work construction. Framing, mostly" he replied. After dinner, I poured another glass and sat down on the couch. "Well, no matter what the BS is, do what ya love" I replied. Antoine took the other end of the couch and before long we were both buried in apps on our phones. I really wasn't looking to hookup, but I liked to see who's around and keep an eye out for any fresh meat. I was looking over my third app and got a ding on one of the first two. "Damn hot profile u must be in same bldg says 50ft away" the message said. I looked over the profile and realized quickly it was Antoine. Even without a face pic, I recognized his body. I even mentally undressed him to compare the body next to me and the pics I saw. "Damn hot urself sometimes dist is wrong u lookin?" I replied. His face was buried in his phone which meant he couldn't see the grin on my face. I figured I'd toy with him a little before I broke the news to him. "yeah not sure I can get away tonight cant host" was his next message. I looked over the other info in the profile and liked what I saw. I wasn't sure about fucking Gabriel's friend but still wanted to poke a little more, at least verbally. "can poss host ur profile says neg u on prep? only fuck raw here" I sent back. "k no prep prefer bb n poz" he replied. I almost choked when I read that and wondered if that wasn't the reason he was visiting - to get Gabriel to knock him up. "u sure? no meds here. v toxic" was my next message. "fuk yah hung 2 u can wreck my azz good send me home knocked up lol" he answered. A few seconds later I got another message "what floor? can be ready in 20." Without waiting for a reply, I saw Antoine nervously look over and get up off the couch. He went over to his bag by the window and rummaged around for a few things. I was looking out the side of my eye and when he started walking over to the bathroom in the hall, I cleared my throat and said "Use the bathroom in the bedroom. It's got a shower shot in there." "Wwwwwwha.... whacha mean?" he stammered out, obviously surprised at my comment. "You meetin' up with thickninenhard?" I asked. He was visibly shocked and it took him a a few seconds to put it all together. "You? I was fuckin talkin' to you?" he asked. Now I saw panic in his eyes. I, however, had a grin on my face. "Yeah. That's me. My offer is still good if ya want. We can keep it just between us two... Gabriel and I are open and don't tell each other about all of our side action" I said. My cock began to grow in my jeans and really needed more room. I rubbed over the bulge, trying to get the shaft to snake down my leg. "Shit... Don't say nothin' to Gabriel... He'd freak if he knew some of the shit I've been doin'" Antoine said. "Like wanting to get charged up? Or ya just like the risky sex? Either way, I'm not saying anything unless you want me to. So far, nothin's happened so its just some dirty fantasy talk, right?" I replied as I grinned back at him. He nodded and seemed to be getting less worried by the second. I'd given him an easy way to back out and he also knew I wasn't going to tell Gabriel I was trying to knock up his friend. With no response I said "Clean out good, cuz I like to go deep and I'm not into shit. Oh... let me know which it is when you're done." I saw him swallow hard and head towards the bedroom. Gabriel and I hadn't fucked all week and my balls were aching to unload. I heard the shower start up and figured I'd give him fifteen minutes and then I'd head in. I was pretty sure I didn't want to fuck him on our bed, but I did want to be standing in there naked when he came out of the bathroom. I knew from the last time, Gabriel's nose would be able to smell his scent on the sheets and that's not how I wanted the evening to end. The leather couch would be easier to clean, anyway. "So, chasin' the bug or just like rollin' the dice?" I asked as he came out of the bathroom naked. I could see it was hard for him to admit what he really wanted. As he came closer I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and held tight. I guided his sexy body back into the living room and toward the couch we'd been on earlier. I stopped short and said "On your knees and suck." It was more of a command than anything and he followed orders. I was kind of surprised, since he didn't seem like the submissive type, but you never know. Antoine was one of those guys that explores a cock and balls with his tongue before getting to the sucking stage. It felt damn good and he made sure to cover every square millimeter of my cock and nut sack. I hadn't showered since the morning and I knew there was going to be a little funkiness under the foreskin but it didn't slow him down. Based on his moans, it was actually turning him on. My exposed cockhead glistened in the light before he released the foreskin and took my cock into his mouth. He worked his way down, bobbing on it a minute and then pulling off completely and starting over. Each time he'd go down further and when my cock slid into his throat, it went in a lot easier than I expected. He spent a few more minutes sucking down the full length and giving an occasional squeeze with his throat. With no response to my question, I decided that my goal was to send him home fully knocked up. I held his head and he stopped sucking as I slowly pulled my cock clear of his lips. I gave a gentle tug to his arm and Antoine stood up. I handed the bottle of poppers that I'd set out while he showered and he took a few long hits to each side. Setting them down, I turned him to the couch and said "Last chance to stop..." He shook his head no, still unable to verbalize his desires. I bent him over the edge of the couch, angled slightly so his face was over the back cushion. He spread his legs and braced while I admired his muscled ass. One spit covered finger slipped in and I knew he was no stranger to getting fucked. Less than a minute later two were in, twisting around. I scraped my nails a bit and he didn't flinch. With a lot of guys, I wouldn't think of trying to fuck them without getting three fingers in, but the first two went in so easily I figured he could take it. I guided my cock to his hole, pulling back the foreskin so the bare head was nestled against the pucker. My left hand took it's place between his shoulders and the hard muscles didn't yield a bit. I slowly slid my hand up on the back of his head and pushed his face into the cushion and a second later, I thrust my hips forward. His scream was muffled by the cushion as were the next few until I was balls deep. I could feel him squirm and spasm underneath me and I held my cock fully inside him. "That's a good chaser. Probably tore you up good already. Now lets see how good that hot ass feels to fuck" I growled at him. He settled down after a few minutes and I let up on his head as I began to rock my hips. Grabbing onto his hips, my thrusts got longer and his hole slowly relaxed and felt slicker. My cock always leaked more pre when I knew I was fucking a neg guy. I knew he hurt based on the groans he was now making but slowly they slipped into moans. Once he got to that point, he tried to work his ass around my shaft. There were a few painful gasps from his mouth but it never made me change my rhythm and he never asked me to slow down or stop. After almost thirty minutes of drilling his hole, my balls started to tighten up. I knew this would be a big load and I hoped he'd keep it in until at least until Gabriel got home. I quickened the pace and that just got me closer. I heard him whine when he felt my cock swell even thicker and I gave him a few more strokes before driving in all the way. Spurts of my bug laden seed flooded his guts. A few haggard thrusts milked out another shot or two before I collapsed on his back. "You better spread my bug once you're poz" I whispered in his ear. He whined out "mmhmm" as I stood back up. I carefully pulled my cock out of his ass, pushing a few strands of cum back in. "Clench and stay there" I told him as I grabbed a plug out of the toy box I kept behind the couch. "Keep that in as long as you can. I want all of it to absorb" I said, chuckling afterward. I left him there a second before I told him "Now... clean my dick." He scrambled to his knees and took one lick up my shaft. "Shit" he said. "Not clean?" I asked, taking him literally. "No... you really did wreck my ass. I taste blood" he replied before licking the rest of the cum, blood and ass juice off my cock and balls. "That's what you asked for... along with what floor I was on" I said chuckling. When he was done, I backed away and said "Let's get showered before Gabriel gets home. While we were showering, he asked "You fuck Gabriel like that?" "Nah, it depends on our mood, but rarely that rough. I save those kinds of fucks for guys like you" I replied. I didn't want to tell him Gabriel was poz, that was Gabriel's decision to make, but I'm sure he could figure it out. We dried off and I just tossed on some basketball shorts and went commando. He pulled on some cargo shorts and reached for his tee. "No shirt. I want to admire that neg body a bit, knowing what's happening inside" I said before giving out a sinister laugh. The next day, Gabriel and Antoine went out sightseeing and came back just before three, making Gabriel rush through the shower before running off to work. I fucked Antoine twice that night, once at six and once at ten, not letting him get dressed until after his late night breeding. He was pretty eager too, heading off to the shower before Gabriel was in the elevator. I fucked him on his back that night, though, so I could see the lust and desire in his eyes. There's nothing like the look in a chaser's eyes as you dump a charged load in their ass. Saturday, the three of us went out early and hit a museum and then a restaurant for lunch. The night was a replay of the day before, but it was obvious that Antoine's ass was sore. He never got to the moaning stage on the last fuck, groaning in pain the whole time. The plug went in a lot easier than it did on the first night, too. As we sat on the couch afterwards, he turned and said "Thanks. I'm gonna remember this weekend." Sunday was a sexless day and in the afternoon, when when we were on the train to the airport, I gave him my hookup phone number. We had left at the same time Gabriel headed to work, so there wasn't any time to send him on his flight with one more load trying to charge him up. I told him to let me know if the bug took and ask if he had questions. He looked surprised, the sober reality of our fucks coming to the front. One last hug and he was off to his plane and I headed back to the train.

So we had a little mini-carnival around my area. You know the kind. Sketchy rides that you try not to think about when you're on them, all the food that's fit to be fried, games nobody can actually win. And it was at said carnival I was walking around, bored, wearing my "Breeding Stock" shirt and throwing dollars at said carnival games. One of the carnies - and man, this guy was a carnie - smirked at my shirt and said "If you're just gonna advertise it, I need to drop a load." And so it was I found myself bent over in the back of a carnival tent, with a stranger's raw dick in me. Didn't take long for him to plant his seed right up inside, and I'm pretty sure his neighboring tents knew what was going on based on the looks they gave me after as I walked past. But hey, I got the load. Still didn't win a damn prize, though.

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

My little sisters boyfriend Evan was fucking adorable. I don't usually go for the younger guys. I am into the muscle daddy types covered in fur and tattoos but this guy was too yummy. He was the kind of guy everybody wanted around with his wide infectious smile and a laugh that would melt any icy heart. Not too mention how absolutely fuckable his tight young body was. I wanted to pin that boy down and fuck the holy hell out of him. Every time I heard his voice my pecker would stand at attention. I did my best not to scare him away with some light flirting and suggestive sexual comments. His shy manner and boyish giggle only inflamed my desire. That boy needed a good fucking and the conscientious queer that I am I was the man for the job. I only had to bide my time and sure enough the right occasion arose. The A&P (aged parents) were off on a cruise so I stopped in to the old homestead on the off chance I could [banned word] on my boy. As luck would have it they were there enjoying some beer with friends. I was invited to join in and made sure I was sitting close to Evan. They were a fun crowd and I was enjoying myself all the time wondering how I was going to get into this guys pants when the subject turned to sex, a fun and often cringe worthy topic for conversation. I am out so that is not a problem and being the only gay in the crowd was often referred to for clarification on certain subjects. One of those subjects being rimming. Some half stoned clod brought it up in an attempt to gross out the group and his comment elicited the expected groan. I of course dissembled and proceeded to expound on my opinion. My opinion being I FUCKING LOVE eating ass. Its the best and of course any good top is honor bound to munch hole before fucking it. Its good manners after all. I could see there was some silent agreement amongst the assembled but no one was willing to admit to being on my side. Cowards. I got nothing to hide or be ashamed of. I am a proud ass eating faggot. I could not resist a quick little description of a good rim job. After some jibes and laughter the conversation moved on but the whole time I closely watched Evan's reaction. I could tell he was interested. Could Evan be wanting his hole slobbered on. Or better yet is he gay? My mind reeled with the possibilities. The crowd thinned. My sister pled exhaustion and asked Evan if he was okay to drive home. Evan said he would have a coke then motor on. Bingo. I was going to have the little hottie all to myself for a bit. It would have to be enough time to work my magic. Sister went upstairs and I went for drinks adding some rum to the sodas. Evan gave me a look after a sip but did not say anything. Things were looking good for my plans to take advantage of the poor sop. We chatted and I tried to think of a way to casually steer the conversation towards sex. I had no need. After some hesitation Evan asked me if I was serious about my love of analingus (his word) or was I only grandstanding to make everyone wince and titter. I looked him square in the eye and said, "On my honor as a boy scout and a homosexual I do hereby solemnly swear I am an avid and devoted eater of ass." He laughed nervously and I added, "I am totally willing to give you a demonstration of said habit." "What do you mean 'a demonstration'", he asked a flush of pink coloring his face. I scooted in close so that my hot breath tickled the fuzz on his cheeks. "What I mean is that I am offering to stick my tongue up your ass." Evan stammered, "You're kidding, you can't be serious." So his first reaction wasn't to say no way. I had him. I moved closer. "One lick in your crack and you'll never look back." He took a sip of his cocktail. "I will rock your world stud just take a chance." I put one hand on his knee and squeezed ever so slightly. His next sip was more of a gulp. "But your sister," he argued, "I can't...." he trailed off. I put an arm around him while the other casually drifted to his crotch. "Come on, you know that relationship is going no where. I love my sister but that girl is high maintenance. She'll wear you down to a nub. Live a little boy." My knuckles grazed the hard-on raging beneath his button fly. "A little taste, its all I ask. I will stop the second you decide its not for you." "Where," Evan barely managed to squeak. I grabbed his hand and hauled him up and out the door. We had a little summer shack by the pool with a comfy futon couch perfect for privacy and eating ass. To my surprise he did not resist when I pulled him to me for a kiss. He was hesitant at first and then abandoned any pretense he didn't want what was about to happen. He devoured me like I was going to devour his ass. The undressing was a blur of flying clothing. I wasted no time pushing him down on the couch quickly arranging him on all fours ass up and ready to be molested. His ass was as beautiful as I knew it would be. I briefly caressed the light dusting of hairs that fuzzed his cheeks. He shivered. I blew on his hole and it winked in response. He was ready for it. I spread his cheeks exposing his quivering pucker. The first tentative kiss elicited a moan and the first tongue swipe a quick intake of breath. I had him. The boy was going to be putty in my hands. I was going to fuck him into next week but first a long and thorough ass eating to make him pliable and begging to be cornholed. I took my time. I had no where to be except to rock this kids world and take him to a place he didn't realize he needed to be. His ass was made to be eaten. It responded to every massage of my tongue. His hole kissed me back. I settled in for a marathon rim job and was only brought back to reality when I felt a drip on my hand. Looking between his legs the flash of a long string of pre-cum from his piss slit to my hairy knuckles attested to the pleasure I was giving him. I watched in fascination as his cock pumped out more natural lube. I pulled his stiffy back for a taste making sure to slobber on his nut sack as well. The panting had me moving back to his ass. I couldn't have him cumming just yet. I pushed as much spit into his ass as I could. I wouldn't be bothered with lube and I am no slouch in the dick department so wanted to do my best to ease his transition from virgin to fuck toy/cumdump. His was taking my load weather he wanted it or not. I was not going to be denied being the first to breed him. At last the moment came. I knew if I waited any longer I would not have the patience to ease his passage from boy to man. To my surprise when I placed my cock head at his hole he leaned back into it. Fuck yeah! He wanted it. I let him set the pace as his eager hole slowly swallowed my meat. "Good boy," I growled when I bottomed out. Evan was gasping for air as his hole came to terms with its new occupant. We were both as happy as pigs in slop. I grabbed a fist full of hair to pull his head sideways and look at me. "Tell me you love my cock," I ordered, "tell me how badly you need to be fucked." Evan caught his breath and gabbled, "Please sir I need your cock. Fuck my hole, fuck me, make me yours. Please sir, pleeease." I released his head and like the good sub he was meant to be he braced his arms and arched his back firmly impaling that delicious ass on my rock hard dick. I'd like to be able to tell you it was a tender fuck, that I made love to him so his first time would be a sweet memory. That would be a lie. I fucked that boy like a jackhammer turning his groans into whimpers. Maybe if I had been more like a lover I could have altered his fate but that first brutal fuck was the start of an addiction that proved a happy circumstance for many a top. Evan was at the beginning of his cumdump journey and his need to be thoroughly fucked and used would follow him for the rest of his life. You are welcome world. My gift to all you [banned word] and breeders who need a needy hole to unload into. Our sweat slick skin glued our bodies together as I fucked him off his knees and onto his stomach. I was all cock and brute force pile driving the breath out of him in search of that sweet spot deep inside to dump my load. He had no complaints as my bone rearranged his guts and I fucked him into a stupor. I don't think he even noticed when I shot of with a roar coating his abused innards with a soothing dose of man milk. We did notice, however, the gasp and scream of rage coming from my horrified sister. I double down on my fucking still caught in the euphoria of my nut. Evan was in no position to either move or react because his orgasm was building and by time my hips stopped moving Evan had already spilled his seed. I collapsed rolling sideways and taking Evan with me to keep my cock in his ass. My nuts were recharging for a second go. I intended to send Evan away with a sloppy hole. Or maybe I'd take him home and sleep with my cock lodged in his buttery chute. For the moment I held him close breathing in his clean sweaty scent. He had been a good boy and now he was a better man. My sister wouldn't speak to me for a month but I finally got her to admit she was on the verge of breaking up with Evan. I did that princess a favor. My cock did the break up for her. I introduced Evan to a few of my friends, you know, the furry tattooed muscle daddies I go for. They ate him up like I did. Evan couldn't be happier.

Chapter V I was breathing a bit heavy having just did a marathon run from the showers to my hotter than fuck host's room. Still dripping wet and totally naked I stood in their room. I glanced around taking it all in when one of them picked me fully up off the floor at my waist and pulled me into a deep tongue kiss my mouth readily opened for. His tongue speared beyond my tonsils as he wrapped one massive arm around my back and firmly took the back of my head with the other hand pushing his tongue deeper. I couldn't breathe and began to choke a bit. He pulled his tongue slowly from my mouth, exploring and darting as it left. He looked at me deeply with a kind of curious look for a moment as he set me down and asked me if I was ready. I said I was. Now standing on wobbly legs, he gave me a devil like grin and said, "We're about to find out". "Stay where you are. You will be called 'prey' from now on. You will call me 'Hunter 2 and him Hunter 1'". You will do as you are told. You will be totally fucked up, tied up, leathered up, gagged and blindfolded. We have already began this session and it ends only when we tell you it ends. You agreed to this by coming back in time. What is your name?" " Prey", I responded. He seemed ok with that as he walked back to me with some items in his hands. He set them down on the edge of the bed and table next to it. " This is a bottle of water. Drink it after I have finished speaking. This is a harness that I am placing on you now. Step into the jock as I fit it to you. Relax your right arm? as I place this band in your upper arm. Do not resist as Hunter 1 places restraints on your ankles and wrists. Bend forward and remain still as I write 'fuck me' on your ass cheeks. Stand up. After you drink the water, you will drink the contents of this cup. It has a mixture of ghb and Gatorade. You will then walk to the work bench and lay face down. Your dick and balls are to hang down at the end of the bench." As Hunter 1 spoke and moved about along with Hunter 2, I began to feel mixed emotions. Truth be told. I had never been in a three-way or more. Never done drugs like this. A lot of new yet scary yet exciting things had and would be happening. And these two men were way bigger than I - in every way. I talked myself into the fact that I was in a public place. Mark the attendant wasn't far. I would be ok. I began to lay on my stomach when I heard Hunter 1 say, "oh fuck yeah - damn, look at that fuckin ass!. There you go prey, lay down, grip the bars on either side of your head and pull your legs up some bending at the knees.". Hunter 2 began attaching the restraints then said, "lift your head up and face forward" as he placed a pillow like object under my chin holding my head up. Hunter 1 moved to my right side and placed a strap over my back and around the bench. I could now not make any attempt run and my dick, balls, and hole were totally accessible. "That's some hot prey right there", Hunter 2 said as he stood up and they lifted me and the bench so my head faced the porn playing on the monitor and my butt faced towards what looked like another door. The porn had 2 leather dudes pounding the fuck out of a guy in a sling. The guy getting fucked was begging them to fuck him and breed him. I began to imagine the guy was me as the drugs from earlier and the g began to work me over a bit. My dick began to get hard again and my hole again wanting to be touched, tongued, fingered, fucked, anything that would help satisfy the growing itch. I began to look around the room as much as I could being I couldnt move my head. In the mirror I could see the reflection of Hunter 1 who lay back on the bed stroking his now hard dick. He began to slap his hand with it every couple of minutes. Hunter 2 was out of sight but I could hear him moving about in the room. He then said, "Prey, answer. What chems have you done and how? ". I responded I had recently tried t by snorting t and had a booty bump earlier. I was feeling a bit spacey I guess you would call it. Hornier, too. And warm - very warm. I hadn't realized that I had started to gyrate my hips a little when Hunter 1 said, "you feeling that g a little now aren't u prey? Got you all feeling warm and fuzzy, right?". I answered yes, while training my eyes on what seemed to be an even bigger, thicker dick he was stroking. He stared at me. I felt like I was just that. Prey. I also grew in my increasing wanting - no, need for dick - down my throat and up my hole. My good sense side of the brain chimed in just then reminding me that I may be a bit in over my head. Never been fucked by dicks the size of theirs. Never been tied up. A lot of never before's went thru my head. The deviant side shouted that I could take their dicks - and more! I was gonna love it all. "Prey. Answer. Do you know of slamming?" asked Hunter 2. I said I had been told some about it by Mark, the attendant. He said it 2as a great sex drug and if I liked doing booty bumps, I was going to love slamming. And I very much liked the booty bump and how it made me feel. Hunter 2's hand suddenly came down onto my left butt cheek and he grabbed a good chunk of my ass and kneaded it. My body jumped at the sting and warmness the slap created. I then felt a wetness at my hole as my ass cheek was held to expose my hole more. A finger went up my hole and directly to my prostate. I groaned and I could feel my dick grow. The finger was pulled totally out and immediately replaced by two. Again punching my prostate and causing me to whimper a bit and my dick to jump harder. Both fingers were pulled out again, stopping just at the entrance to my hole for a moment. Hunter 2 then first tapped with his fingers on my hole. The tapping grew more intense with each stroke. It almost was at a level of slapping. My hole was now sensitive like never before. There was a pause, then the fingers were stuck up into me passing my prostate completely. The burning I had felt before with the booty bump told me that t was being put up my hole. The fingers pushed and pulled, pushing deeper each time. My body started to again sweat. I felt renewed and wanted to scream out "fuck me!". My mouth didn't need to say a word. Hunter 2 could feel my desire as my hole begged his fingers to never leave. Hunter 2 then said as he continued to finger fuck my hole, "damn Terry, this hole needs to be fed - hungry isn't even close!!". Hunter 1 replied, "Work another chard while I set him up. He's gonna need to be way up - gotta be for the dick he's gonna take!" Hunter 2 then slapped my right cheek and went through all the same motions he had just done with the first chard. My hole was on fire and I tried to meet each thrust of his fingers. My dick was now bouncing below me against the bottom of the bench. "Let's finger tag his hole for a bit", said Hunter 1 as he came off the bed, his dick literally throbbing and leaking strands of precum. Hunter 2 pulled his fingers from my hole quickly, and Hunter 1 was just as quick to shove two of his fingers right to the hilt. He pulled out and Hunter 2 was faster and harder the alternated going deep with punching my prostate. I grew louder in my groans. "Fuck me, holy fuck, tape my hole!" Hunter 1 and 2 immediately pulled their fingers from my now spasming hole and stepped away. They said nothing. I felt a blindfold go over my eyes. There were some shuffling sounds around me then I felt myself being lifted up, still secured to the bench, then set back down. Things sounded a little different. I could still hear the porn playing, but now it seemed like it was coming from two places. I didn't get it. "Prey! Now feed and be fed!" said Hunter 1.

Rob’s first day on campus he met with all five of his TA’s at 10am for the first class. Teaching Assistants: Amer – 5’11 175 pound first year grad student from Egypt David – 5’7’’ 145 pound first year grad student of Asian descent Juan – 5’9” 200 pound first year grad student who was Hispanic Louis – 6’4’’ 280 pound first year grad student who was Caucasian Mitchell – 6’1’’ 195 pound second year grad student who was African-American Rob walked in to seeing five typical graduate level computer science majors sitting in the classroom. What Rob liked was none of his students seemed to have a that Type-A type confidence and none of them seemed to be socially comfortable which would play into the plan he and Greg have. Rob proceeded to introduce himself to his TA’s and provided his backstory including why he was now teaching. Rob spoke about how the dean was looking for a fresh voice and perspective to teach computer science concepts with the plus that Rob was not the typical heterosexual male but an out gay male who could help guide the department to be more accommodating of the larger student body. When Rob explained he was married to Greg he paused to look at his teaching assistants and could see a couple of them perk up in interest and Rob took note. He explained how he had an open door policy on campus and at his home to welcome his students to support any academic or personal needs they could have throughout the semester. Rob’s last words before they started the lesson for the day was that he believed in paying things forward. He has received a gift that changed his life perspective forever and would work with them to share that gift in hopes in it would do the same for each of them. At the end of the first week of classes, Louis came by Rob’s office on campus. Louis was having some issues with his section of freshmen students he was teaching and wanted Rob’s advice. The conversation was your typical professor / TA conversation but as they spoke Louis was getting more comfortable with Rob and started to open up about his non-school life. Louis admitted that had been thinking about Rob’s initial introduction and was curious how him and Greg’s relationship evolved. Rob sensing a curiosity that Louis could easily be turned suggested that he come over that night to Rob’s home to continue the discussion and they could have dinner together with Greg. Around 7:30pm Louis showed up at Rob’s home and when he knocked on the door Greg answered it in a pair mesh shorts and a tee shirt. Greg welcomed Louis in and took Louis’s handshake and turned it into a bear hug making sure that his hardening cock was felt by Louis’s body. Louis was a bit surprised by the hug but didn’t think it was out of the ordinary but when he felt Greg’s cock against his leg felt his own cock harden. Rob met Greg and Louis in the hallway and took them into the kitchen for dinner. During the course of the meal Greg and Rob talked about their relationship and could see that Louis was getting more interested asking very direct questions about their interactions. Rob and Greg sensing a curiosity became very open in their affection in the kitchen with casual and not so casual kissing along with hands rubbing each others hard/erect cocks as they passed by each other. At the end of dinner Louis got up to head out as he didn’t want to intrude further as he figured Rob and Greg wanted some alone time but Rob said he was welcome to stay as Friday’s were a movie night for him and Greg. When they all got up from the table Louis could see the hardness of both Rob and Greg while Rob saw that Louis seemed to be just as hard in his blue jeans. Rob led Louis to their living room and made sure to brush his hand across Louis’s crotch. Louis flinched and when he stopped, Greg bumped into him making sure his hard cock was felt on Louis’s ass. Rob turned on the television and had intentionally queued up some bareback porn to be playing which shocked Louis to see. Rob apologized saying him and Greg had been watching this movie the night before and would change it to something else if Louis wanted. Louis said he was okay with it as he just wanted to continue the conversation with Rob and Greg. With the movie playing in the background, Louis asked more questions of Rob and Greg to understand what it was like to be gay. Rob asked if Louis was asking these questions because he was interested in knowing Rob better or was he also curious for himself. Louis admitted he was curious especially with his inability to have any long-term relationships with women that maybe he wasn’t straight. While Rob and Louis talked about his curiosity Greg got up to get dessert for them and when he came back to the living room, Greg was naked with his cock pointing straight at Rob and a can of whip cream in hand. Greg put a dollop of whipped cream on his cock and offered it to Rob who immediately put the cock in his mouth and licked it clean. Louis looked on in shock and when Rob was done asked louis if he was open to having some dessert as well. Louis meekly nodded his head and before he knew it Greg’s cock was in front of him with some whip cream on it. Louis slowly took it in his hands and licked the whip cream off and before he could fully pull away, Rob pushed Louis’ head full onto Greg’s cock. Louis started sucking on Greg’s cock and then Rob pulled him away and pulled him into a deep passionate kiss. When the kiss broke off, Rob asked Louis if he was comfortable with what was happening and did he want to go further. Louis with a mix of fear and passion in his eyes nodded his head. Rob said I need to hear you ask for us to continue and I want you to say I want you to gift me my freedom to be who I am. Louis said to Rob and Greg, I need to experience what it’s like to be with a man. Can you gift me my freedom. Rob and Greg smiled and said you are ready now and as they took Louis in hand to their basement, Louis noticed that Greg had a tattoo on the small of his back that looked like a bio-hazard sign. To be continued

Lately I serve mostly at a local video store or at steamworks. I was at the video store yesterday and was doing my usual cruise. Not much there. Regulars that are primarily bottoms like me. I sucked a couple guys off but of course my goal is to leave with a hot load in me. I had dinner plans at 5:30p so at 4:30 I did a final walk around and was on my way. Just as I was leaving I saw a hot man standing looking at the boards where all of the movies were on display. He was looking at bi porn so I knew he was in to men. Most that are there are. In Chicago we currently have to wear masks so you have to rely on eye contact to get a man interested. I did the raise my brow thing to let him know I was interested. Lol. I walked into a booth and I turned around to see he was following me. He came in and I quickly put a couple of dollars in the machine. He took off his coat ( yes it’s getting cold here) and unbuttoned his pants. He then grabbed me by the waste and pulled me closer. He reached up and took his mask off so I did the same. He was the most beautiful man and I was almost in shock that he was in a booth with me. I wasn’t sure all of what he was into so I just followed his lead. Where I come from if a man unbuttons his pants but does nothing else it’s the bottoms job to take over. Of course I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He was wearing boxer briefs that I quickly pulled down to see his beautiful cock. He wasn’t the biggest or fattest I have ever had but it was nice. About 8 and had some good girth. I quickly did what any good bottom does and got down on my knees and put his manhood in my mouth. He was semi hard so it didn’t take long to suck him to fully hard. I reached in my pocket and took a hit of poppers and of course offered some to my top. He said no and I continued to make love to his cock with my mouth. I would have been happy if that is where it ended but he stood me up and turned me around and pulled down my pants. I was wearing a jock so he left that on and started to rub his hand up and down my crack settling on my pussy. I of course pushed back letting him know I was ready. E got down on his knees and started eating my pussy out. I was in heaven. It’s rare that guys want to eat me out in this setting so I was very happy. As he was eating me the management came and started banging on the door so I reached down and put in a 10 so the machine wouldn’t turn off for a while. He stood up behind me and started to rub his cock on my pussy so I knew he wanted to breed me. I was praying he didn’t want to use a condom but if he did I would probably have gone with it because he was that hot. He didn’t and started to enter me. I took another hit of poppers and as a good bottom should, I asked him if he wanted some. This time he took a big hit and slid inside me. As you bottoms know there is nothing better than feeling a mans pubic hair on your ass. He started slow and steady. I started to moan which set him off. He was so verbal saying things like “ you like my cock?” And “ you have a hungry pussy.” Both of which made me back up in it harder. At one point he pulled out and said he didn’t want to cum yet. That’s a great compliment for a bottom. He was enjoying using me. He stood me up turned me around and started to kiss me. Still talking dirty to me about how good my pussy felt and how hot he thought I was. We kissed for a while and I whispered “ please breed me.” He turned me around and bent me over and slid his cock back in me with ease of course. He started to fuck me harder asking me where I wanted his load. I kept saying “don’t pull out” please! And he kept pounding. He said he was going to cum and started to hold my hips as he pushed in as far as he could. We stayed in our positions until I could feel him pull out. I turned around and gave him a kiss and thanked him. He didn’t say you are welcum or thank you like some men say. I thought I would still take the chance and ask if he wanted me to clean him up. He said of course so I got down on my knees took my time cleaning him. He stood me up and started to pull his pants back on. I asked if he would be interested in playing again and he said yeah. We exchanged numbers and left. I always leave it up to the man to make the next move and we will see if he texts me or not.

When I was 20, and still NEG, I dated a cute little number named Greg. He was a sweet, innocent boy about my age, 5'4", great build, hot little butt, and I thought of his cock—6”, huge head, dark-coloured, bulging vein—as an ANGRY RED CLUB. Although I’m a TOP, I wondered what it would be like to take that ANGRY RED CLUB up my ass, figuring the head would be hardest, and after that the shaft would cum easy. Well, while Greg's cock was hot, his ass was not to be believed! Every time I looked at Greg's butt, I wanted in it; but whenever I'd maneuver my hard-on against his mancunt, he’d say he was not into ‘cock-tails’. Ha-ha! He said he'd been fucked once, and it bored him to death. How badly I wanted to 'bore' him! Anyway, our sex life consisted of cuddling, sucking, and masturbating. Take a steady diet of that—and talk about boring! Greg and I went together for about three months; and while the sex was OK, he always left me horny. He loved to make out and cuddle, which was fine; but with a body like his, I wished he had more sex drive. After a few months, Greg and I drifted apart. I wanted more; and he wanted less. Greg had a twin brother named Garrett, who was widely rumored to be poz. Garrett and his BF Eddie would occasionally double-date, and once, when I asked Greg if what they said about Garrett was true, he nodded sagely, commenting that Garrett’s experience should be a lesson to anyone contemplating playing the field. Maybe so, but that didn’t make him any less attractive. Twin or not, Garrett was the exact opposite of Greg. He was extremely devilish, always flirting, spouting risqué innuendos and licentious double entendres. And, as you might suspect, considering his status, he was a hell of a lot sexier than Greg. He obviously got around, in spite of his BF. One night at a party a drunk approached us, and asked Greg if he was as big as his brother. “I almost choked to death on the damn thing last night,” the playmate confided. Three months after we’d split, I ran into Garrett. I hadn’t learned any of the lessons Greg had in mind, because my cock was doing my thinking, and I went home with him. It was weird being back in the same house, in the same bed, almost. I was afraid of how Greg might react, but Garrett assured me he was gone for the weekend. Garrett had a nice-sized cock too. It was smooth, pale, with a typical head. As with Greg, our sex consisted of oral. A few weeks later I again ran into Garrett and told him how I wished he’d fuck my brains out. Yes, my mouth was engaged before my brain was in gear. He replied "I’d like nothing better. Next time, for sure." Six months went by. I was back at the bar; and Greg and Garrett walked in, arm in arm—like lovers. Word on the street was that’s what they’d become, that Greg had apparently done an about-face, the brothers had 'rediscovered' each other, and now all three of them (including Eddie, the BF) were poz. The guys split as soon as they got in the door. Greg saw me first. Despite all the scuttlebutt about brotherly love, he seemed to be the same old, sweet innocent boy; we talked for ages about old times and old friends. After a while, Garrett came over and gave me a long, searching glance, and then announced "Greg, I’ve met someone. You take the car." I sat there speechless, recalling our one night together and trying to understand what I had heard of their present relationship. As Greg and I had pretty much talked ourselves out, he took the keys, said how great it’d been to see me again, and kissed me goodnight and split. No sooner had he left, than Garrett said "Seems like I need a ride home. Can you give me a lift?" I stumbled, “I thought you and Greg are….” “A marriage of convenience. Comes from having a hot body under the same roof. But we play whenever we want, with whomever we want. That’s our agreement. Comprende? Let’s give Greg a chance to get home and fall asleep. Or he’ll wonder what I'm doing home so early." We stayed at the bar a while longer. A few hours later Garrett and I sneaked in the house, and tiptoed up to Garrett's room, which adjoined Greg's, but it was obvious Greg wasn’t asleep. The sounds of bedsprings and oouh’s and ahhhhhh’s from behind the closed door painted a vivid sex picture of what was occurring. “It’s just Greg and Eddie fooling around,” Garrett assured me. In no time Garrett had me on my stomach, plowing my ass. Then there was a distinct, quiet cough. We paused, to see Greg, naked in the doorway, fingering the ANGRY RED CLUB. “Jimmy, you still want my ass?” Garrett pulled me up to my knees and gestured for Greg lay down beside us. Greg then lifted his legs and I generously lubed his man cunt, working one finger, then two into his hole. Garrett meanwhile liberally anointed my cock, lined me up with Greg's pussy, only to shove his big dick up my ass, which drove me into Greg’s hole. Garrett also firmly grasped me by the waist and pumped my hole, which compelled me, in turn, to plow Greg. I couldn't believe what was happening. Ten minutes later Greg said, "Jimmy, I wanna fuck you.” Garrett held the ANGRY RED CLUB straight up, and had me slowly descend on it. I’d been right. Once the huge head forced its way past my sphincter, I quickly engulfed the whole shaft. Garrett told me to give Greg a kiss, and as I leaned forward, I felt Garrett’s cock explore my already occupied hole. I was about to protest I couldn't take two, when Garrett, with brutal dispassionate cunning, rammed his dick into my distended pussy, right next to Greg's shaft I screamed in agony, but my cock remained hard, sandwiched between my stomach and Greg’s abs. On the bottom, all Greg could do was go through the motions, awkwardly plunging in an out of my aAss, an inch, maybe two. Garrett, on Top, was calling the shots, fucking me like there was no tomorrow. Tormented, I bellowed in ecstasy as I shot the last neg load of my life; and Garrett and Greg exploded their poz loads up my ass. The next afternoon I limped to the phone to answer call. The double-fuck had taken its toll. It’d be days before my ass would recover. Anyhow, Eddie, Garrett’s BF, was on the line, extending an invitation, on behalf of the trio, for me to move in. I joked that I wasn’t sure I could take three at a time, but Eddie solemnly declared that was not a prerequisite—since he was strictly a bottom. Actually, there was no decision to make. I realized that I was still in love with Greg, whose poz transformation suited me to a T. And, although I was talking to Eddie, I knew the real invitation had been extended last night; and that I’d accepted.

Last night I had a repeat fuck with a visiting JACKED up muscle cumdump, Sleazy muscle sluts are BY FAR my favorite sluts to play with. I fucked him back in May when he was visiting and hit him up again when I saw him on the "travelers" tab on bbrt this week. His profile is all about wanting BIG cocks, and BBC a plus. My cock is pretty big, but I can tell he's used to bigger. I told him I would LOVE to come over after he's taken some huge black dick and suck his bred hole before I fucked him. He was all in! I went to his cheap motel at 11pm last night and found him just like 6 months ago.....ass up on the bed in a Nasty Pig XXX cap, Fort Troff jock, soccer socks and sneaks - if this stud isn't doing porn he should be!!! I knew this was a pump n dump, and when guys are THIS hot and THIS sleazy it turns me on so much it makes me cum fast anyway. I got down on my knees to start sucking his muscle cunt while my cock grew. I LOVE eating ass, and his was so loose my tongue was as far up there as I could get it right away. I hadn't asked if he'd been fucked or by how many, but I'd say his last fuck and load was pretty recent even though I couldn't taste any cum. My tongue was all over the insides of his cunt and he was moaning - I could have stayed there for a while, but I stood up and told him to suck my dick wet. He had lube on the nightstand but I wasn't gonna use it. It was pretty much a dry suck, not much spit, so after a minute I moved back to his ass, spit on my cock and lined up. I slid in with some minor friction, and within 10 seconds it was a wet juicy fuck. I kind of wanted to know who's jizz I was churning, but honestly didn't care at all. My cock is pretty big for most guys, but I was sliding around in this roided muscle slut easier than some guys take one finger lol. I usually prefer when the sex lasts longer than the drive there, but I felt like I was getting a "prize" (again) getting to fuck this stud. It was so hot looking down at his body and my wet cock sliding balls deep in and out of his LOOSE wet hole I only lasted about 5 mins before I started moaning and unloading. He's heading back home this morning, but he said he'll put me in his phone and let me know when back in a few months - pump n dumps aren't my favorite sex, but it's obvious that's what he's into, and he's such a hot sleaze I doubt I could make myself last long anyway lol.

(long post but recent true story) Visiting Cyprus at the moment, got a message from a guy on grindr also visiting the island, he said he was bi top, in the island alone and looking for a nights entertainment. His pics were good, he was about 50, grey hair with a kind of rugby build. Met him at a local bar and chatted,small talk mostly, turns out we're very similar in that we are both bi as opposed to gay, conversation turns to sex and he explains how occasionally he just needs a hole to cum in and that's when he gets onto grindr, after a while we move to a nearby strip club and sit having a few more drinks while we watch the women he has brought a bottle of poppers with him that he hands me, I can feel the effects of the drink and the strippers making me horny, the poppers took it to a whole other level and all I could think about was sex in any form. He comes back to the table with one last shot for us both, saying to get this down me then he's taking me back to his. I knew exactly what he meant but made no attempt to discourage him, quickly necking the shot before we head off, his holiday apartment was literally a 2 minute walk away and as we get to the door he turns and gives me the opportunity to go home. "once you come in, you're not leaving until my balls are empty" he says. Feeling cocky and a bit tipsy I walk into the apartment, the door closed behind me, I ask to use the bathroom and he points to the door, a few minutes later I emerge and he's sat in the sofa, naked stroking a big uncut 9' cock. "get your clothes off and get yourself over here then" he demands and a quickly go across and get down on my knees, he pushes my head straight down onto his cock and I immediately gag, I joke that he should slow down and he spits on my face "I'm making the decisions here, get that dick back in your mouth slut" I'm a little taken aback, but after a quick hesitation I follow order's and open my mouth allowing him to push my head down, he's very vocal, giving me directions on how he wanted blowing, tells me to enjoy gagging and getting his cock wet as he has no lube and is absolutely going to be fucking me, I normally prefer lube and am feeling just a little bit anxious so put my whole life into sucking him, my eyes are watering as he pushes his full length down my throat. "I'm gonna cum, you better be ready to swallow it" he announces, very shortly after he releases my throat and pulls his cock out, his dick fires and the first ropes of sticky jizz lands on my lips and face, he growls and forces back into my mouth, I can taste his man juice on my tongue, a little salty but my terrible, I quickly swallow and wipe the cum from my face as he sits back and grabs a large sip of his drink. Not really sure what to expect yet I get up and reach for my clothes, he looks at me and demands "what are you doing?" before I can answer he carries on "you know the deal, that balls ain't empty yet" he grabs his cock which is still hard and tells me to bend over the sofa, he wipes his sticky cock over my hole and uses the last of his cum as lube to push a finger up me. "fuck you're tight" he says, asking me when I was last fucked, about 3 or 4 weeks I say (see my previous post on here) and he moans with an evil kind of pleasure, he chucks me the bottle of poppers saying "consider this a favour" then spits on his fingers and rams 2 up my hole. My ass is on fire by now and I quickly inhale the aroma to try and help the discomfort of his invasion, he starts spitting on my hole over and over, working it open and allowing me to come to terms with what's about to take place, eventually he gets up against me, cock pushed against my ass hole and he stops. "go on then, tell me you want to get used " he says, I pause for a second swimming in thoughts if the evening, the alcohol, the tits at the bar, the poppers, my inhibitions are gone and all I care about now is keeping to my end of the deal. "I agreed to empty your balls" is all I can bring myself to say. He takes that as permission and drives forward, his cock vanishes straight into my tight hole, I nearly scream in shock and manage to bite down on a cushion and moan into it as his cock stretches my hole out, he starts with slow, long deep thrusts, his cock pretty much leaving my ass before being forced back all the way in, I'm on my knees pretty much trying to get the whole bottle of poppers up my nose by this point and slowly but surely, the pain gives way to an almost euphoric feeling of raw lust, vaguely aware of him still talking to me as he uses my hole for his benefit, he tells me to get comfy as his second shot lasts a while, I can only reply telling him to use me as he wishes, he bites the back of my neck in agreement and picks up his pace literally smashing apart my ass hole, he continues pounding for at least fifteen minutes before he pulls out and tells me to turn over. He grabs my cock and wanks it furiously and within seconds my cum erupts, he catches it in his hand and rubs it straight into my now very wet hole. "a tight fresh hole is good, but I much prefer a sloppy used one" he growls before pushing his cock back up me. Now I'm in a strange position as I don't usually like to cum myself, I lose interest and get anxious about getting the fun finished, so I try to keep an interesting look on my face but deep down I just want him to cum now so I can get gone. I think he could sense my lack of interest as he grabs me up and pushes me flat on my stomach on the floor, immediately he gets behind me and again pushes into me, telling me he doesn't want to look at me, I'm just a hole for using and breeding and that's just what he's gonna do "breed me then" I pant between deep thrusts and he moans, gripping my shoulders and pushing all the way into me, I feel him unloading a second huge load of spunk deep up my hole, he lays on top of me for about a minute then gets up. He helps me from the floor and shakes my hand, "cheers pal" he says, then he disappears and comes back with a towel and 2 beers, I politely decline the drink making an excuse about having a mate to meet, "no worries" he says, "close the door on your way out" then he walks to the bathroom and locks the door behind him. I take that as my cue and get dressed and leave. He messaged me on grindr shortly after to swap numbers, said he'd flying home to the UK in a few days but if we're ever in the same place again we should hook up. Anyone fancy a holiday in Cyprus soon?

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

Rob was at the dinner table with his husband Greg discussing the first day of his professorship at his alma mater. Rob had been a successful IT leader founding and ultimately selling his firm for a substantial amount of money and now with no monetary needs he was open to pursuing two objectives. Establish a competency within the school’s computer science program for real world IT scenarios (not the theory he learned) and to take advantage of the target rich environment of socially awkward computer science students and convert them to not only bareback sex but ensure each one was highly toxic when they were done. Greg and Rob had been married for two years and both were highly toxic and enjoyed breeding & converting as many men as possible. Rob realized how target rich an environment going back to his alma mater and being able to take advantage of so many naïve nerdy college students. Greg suggested to Rob an idea that took hold of focusing on the students who wanted to be his teaching assistants first figuring as a TA, it wouldn’t look wrong if those students came over to their home and if anything would be expected for a TA to spend time with his professor grading papers and setting up lesson plans. The benefit of Rob’s success is that his home while right off campus had a pool and he had spent well to build a very purpose built out finished basement that was soundproof and could be best describes as a purpose built sex chamber. Rob had a small section of five students who were taking his graduate level class and these students would double as his teaching assistants for his undergrad classes. Greg started licking his lips thinking about the fresh meat they could and would be corrupting. Rob who had a nice 8” cock would only bottom for someone who was bigger and/or thicker which Greg was with his 9.5” cock and when he saw Greg’s hardon he jumped on his cock to be bred by his cock to relieve stress before his first day of classes. Rob has said to Greg he was saving his loads for the first TA that needed his tutoring/assistance and expected it would be very soon that chance would arise. To be continued

Had a regular call me this morning wanting some relief, told him to come around. Opened the front when the door bell rung, he was already unzipping his shorts and pulling his cock out, told me to bend over the lounge, which I did, he spat on my hole and thrusted his cock into me, 5 minutes later he had dumped his load, smacked my ass, called me a dirty slut and left. Had cum running down my leg, but wow it felt good being used for a quick morning fuck.

I'm selective about who I rim and felch, but agree it is HOT and gets me rock hard every time. (Hole must look, smell, taste clean except for the cum) I actually crossed the line and fell in love with felching several years ago when Hubby and I went our separate ways for an evening of sexual fun with our favorite fuck buddies. We fucked with our respective pals (plus a couple of strangers for me!) from about 8 pm on Saturday night to well past midnight. About 3 am he texted to say he was heading home, just as my final bbc sperm donor of the night was leaving. Hubby came in and we discussed our evenings. I'd been fucked by 5 men, and was holding 8 loads in my ass. He had fucked 2 younger men and then bent over for one of them -- taking 2 loads himself (which was very unusual back then!) Super horny from imagining him taking dick and nut, I asked if I could taste his cummy hole in the rim chair -- he was 'IN' and I slid underneath to quickly see his ass puffy hole leaking drops of cum. I licked, then sucked and ate his delicious hole for a good while. When I ran out of cum he pushed more out and at the end I was fishing deeper with my finger to try and get as much as possible. I slid up under him aligning my hard dick with his open hole and he bounced up and down on my dick, fucking himself in the rim chair until I added his 3rd load of the night --which of course I tasted that and then he asked to switch it up. I knew I had a ton of cum in my hole, but he said he wanted it (another first!)-- I suggested he seal his lips on my hole and suck to keep it from spraying out all over his face (lol) -- which he agreed was a good idea -- wow did it feel naughty, hot and amazing -- he said it tasted like a cum milkshake and that he just needed to add some extra cream before we called it a night (and he did -- I slept with his cum inside me that night). Since then, I've met a handful of top men that love eating 'man pussy' and felching their own or stranger cum from my hole - it is the exception, not the rule, however (maybe 5%), but it is always hot when I encounter such a top unicorn! Lately, I've noticed an increase in men wanting flooded, lose holes before they will meet up -- unfortunately, so far, this has not led to an increase in ass eating for felching behavior... but fingers crossed!

Bingo! It’s everywhere and getting worse especially with our current political climate (we know who to blame for that). If you are unable to be kind and respectful in person why bother on-line as well. It’s world wide Lord of the Flies out there.

Great thread. Interesting to learn how universal flakes are. i'm with those who blame aps. And i think it has gotten progressive. i was around when AOL started the online hookup ball rolling. i met a tall, wiry black man who i fell head over heals for: "Kirby." OMG, He was gorgeous, inside and out, i loved everything about Him. i also got a descent amount of actual connection on CL when it was still available, but i also watched it get progressively worse. i think the whole online hookup scene devolved into what it is today, that online, over time, caused a sort of de-evolution of civility and manners. It removes an element of responsibility. People say and do things online that they would never do in real life, and that doesn't just apply to gay hook up. i think that is also starting to bleed over into real life. i'm a critical care nurse, and verbal and physical assault on nurses is on the rise. i think a lot of this has been facilitated by the invisible, anonymous online opportunities. It's safer for people to exercise their true colors, and i think emboldens some to bring it into 'real life.' In a way, i don't think it's particularly new, i think "flakes" have always been out there, but online has provided them a venue? Prior to the pandemic, i had pretty much given up on Aps for hook ups, i'd go to the local ABS and usually could get fucked 4 or 5 times in short order. i'd rather be with a guy while lying prone and naked on my own bed. But "flakes" are a lot less common at ABS (though some go there too). SInce the pandemic? Have only been with fuck buddies and more recently i think i may be on the verge of having an actual boyfriend... and i am pretty damned excited about the prospect. He's pretty damned awesome.

Yes, i have bought one during the covid lockdown begin this year, best buy ever! can sit on it for hours and don't get tired, the machine does all the work while you are just enjoying the pleasure your ass needs. i would upgrade to the pro machine for sure one day

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/dad-fucks-college-boy-xhcUQ1B

I got a load while at the casino of all places, not in a room but in this construction workers can. I was sitting at a machine minding my buisness when he sat down next to me. He mumbled a bit at his machine and then introduces himself and says, you know I went through 100 bucks on the slots cause I thought I had a chance with this chick, I think I could have got a blow job from her, man I could use some head. I laughed but in the back of mind I thought maybe he’s bi? He was in his 60s loud and boisterous and seemed like he was speeding. I waited a few minutes and walked outside to vape and he was outside. I asked him if he ever found that girl and commented that it was too bad you could’ve spent that money on a blow job. I then said of course a free blowjob is always better. He looked me in the eye and I kind of smirked. He then said he had to get going but it was nice to meet me. He got in his van a passed by again and rolled his window down. Come on I’ll give you a ride to your car. I got in the van and he was rambling on and pulls into another spot away from the other cars. He whips his dick out of his dirty construction jeans and as I immediately got on my knees on the hard metal floor. He had a musty man smell from working and a decent tool. He stopped me and brings me to the back of the van. There were tools all over but the windows are all blacked out in the back. He laid out a work blanket and I got down and started sucking again. I asked him if he fucked and he said yes but he didn’t have a condom… I told him that I didn’t care as long as he didn’t . He hesitated and said I want to but I have to be honest I’m poz and just started meds three days ago. I took off my shorts turned around offering my hairy big ass to him. Before I could tell him to fuck me he spit in my hall and stuck his dick right in. He fucked like a dog, breeding me with his dirty load. I got his number , we plan on meeting up again. Can someone tell me if hiv drugs can make you undetectable after only taking them for three days? That’s how long he’s been on them. Please dm me so we don’t clog up this thread.

I'm a regular GH fan, slim and fit dude in his mid-thirties. I was in a reckless slutty mood and hit my favorite glory holes near where I live. Usually straight guys go into whichever vacant booth hoping to find a willing mouth, most of the time without looking inside. They just wanna get off, as most gay men know if they have had a straight hookup. I walked in and I walked out to hear some audible noises from the left of the center booth. He was really enjoying the someone's mouth. I didn't have anything to do since it was quite dead, so I proceeded to enter the right of the center booth and check out what's happening. A balding dude bobbed rhythmically and slurped loudly to what seemed like a big dick. What a lucky dude I thought! I walked out and waited around while hearing more moans and groans. I decided to check out the guy getting sucked, so I entered the far left booth to get a view. He pulled for a second so I got to see an incredible dick! One of the biggest I've ever seen, especially at a GH. It was similar to the dick in the pic I attached to give you a mental image. I saw him turn around shove his ass at the hole to get it rimmed. I rubbed my finger at the hole once on my side to get a taste. No bite, no biggy. I watched for a minute or two, and decided to let them have at it. Right as I got up to leave the booth. I turned around and there it was. Shoved thru the hole was his cock and balls. Would you refuse it? I certainly didn't hesitate. I sucked him and enjoyed every inch. I couldn't take it all in my throat but he seemed to like it. He never moved, which either means he wants me to finish him or this mouth feels better. I started to use the mouth and hand combo. I naturally have a lot of saliva when anything enters my mouth. I slid up and down and didn't let up much for air. Next thing I knew, after a few minutes, his big cock erupted into my mouth. A good amount of cum coated the inside of my mouth. It was thick and viscous and deserved every dropped to swallowed. It grew soft fast and he pulled it back into his pants and hastily left. Wish they left it thru the hole to be cleaned up. I almost feel bad for the other dude. After all his hard work, he didn't get cum but at least we both got some dick! 🙂

Preamble: It's worth noting that it's not the *experience you have* that is most important here, but instead *how that experience affects you*. One person can have early sexual exploration and penetrative sex with someone older and feel its magical while another can just have a family member show them their penis and be traumatized deeply for life. People are so very different in their makeup, we need to recognize that any one-size-fits-all thinking isn't going to be useful in this topic. Commentary: I think it matters whether the people raising reports and complaining about some content were survivors of child sexual abuse themselves. If they are, they may be getting triggered by some element of what they read. If that's the case I think taking these reactions into their therapy sessions and talking about what they're reacting too would be a healthy thing to do. In truth, *lots* of things, even the mundane and non-sexual, can trigger a PTSD response and that stuff needs to be dealt with in tempering your response to the stimuli and removing yourself from it until you can. Trying to erase triggering stimuli from the entire internet and reality is not a viable approach. Other survivors of child sexual abuse often adapt to their experience by reframing it to find their power and move beyond what happened to them and how it might have affected them. Essentially rewriting and re-contextualizing their story. I don't think I would want to silence those voices from being able to explore and affirm that part of their stories, as being silenced on what happened to them is re-traumatizing in itself. People who aren't survivors who are hyper sensitive to early sexual experience narratives fall into two broad groups. Family and friends of survivors who react to every recounting as though it's the person that they knew being talked about. Quite often this response is driven by guilt and shame over what they knew, when they knew it, and what they did about it. The other group are the broader public who react in vehement abhorrence and disgust at any mention of child sexual abuse and early sexual experience narratives. This group are the most problematic in my opinion. When people hear about instances of child sexual abuse, the societal narrative is that "We'd/I'd never let that happen here" and it drives that vehement reaction as a form of virtue signaling. Sadly, the research shows that virtue signaling is all it is. The research on instances when children have approached adults to report instances where they were being sexually abused by a family member or close family friend (the most common perpetrators) is quite bleak. Contrary to the performative reaction, in the overwhelming majority of cases adults did not report or in some way act on what the child told them in any way. The adults rationalized the complaint away as the child making it up or acting out in some way, or found their own conception of the accused abuser so at odds with what the child said that they could not believe it (very common for family members and authority figures). There were also fears about how passing on the report might affect the family or organizational dynamic, or might affect the person passing on the report personally in some negative way. The concern for the welfare of the child was and is, in almost every case, entirely secondary to the welfare of the alleged perpetrator, the child's family, the organization they were connected to, and the person the child made their report to. That's the reason why there has been a "silent" epidemic of child sexual abuse throughout human history and why it will continue long into the future. As a result, I see vehement protestations of disgust and demands for content to be removed by this latter group of "disinterested bystanders" as those least worthy of attention and most suspect of self-serving motives. This group, true to form, remains ignorant and doesn't realize that they are often advocating to silence and erase the voices of the survivors they purport to care for and want to support. I'd recommend that people who think they understand what being sexually abused as a (male) child is like go to malesurvivor.com and read some of the stories in the forums there. It's a difficult triangulation for sites like this to make. Keep content legal, serve this community, and not wantonly silence people's voices. It's unenviable. The best help anyone can give is to simply report content they find concerning to the moderators so they can evaluate and deal with it and maintain that balance.

Depends on the top. I can be anywhere between a lost-in-lust fog of pleasure to Deadpool's tuned out "Shit... Did I leave the stove on?"

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

I achieved a few goals lately. Here's the scoop: In July I was commissioned by a porn studio to make a film from home. I planned a trip to LA to make the film (and several others), but they all got cancelled the day before my flight. I asked a local to do the film with me, and he dicked around for two months until I gave him up for a lost cause. I finally secured someone for this film a few weeks ago. Last Friday, he flew from NYC to Seattle to work with me. Dude's a bit of a beast, probably the most muscular guy I've ever been with, and definitely a great sex partner. For a full week, I stretched out my hole with toys and plugs to get ready for him. I had no idea how big he'd turn out to be because I can't gauge one's size from pictures. They may lie or distort or give a false expectation. When my scene partner slid his girthy meat into my hole, it was a perfect fit. I didn't wince or seize up or any of the things associated with bottoming discomfort. We fucked, and it was FUN. So, in conclusion, two or three goals met: - completed the film - a beefy partner (totally my type) - my hole cooperated - scene partner is poz U, and we fucked on film. He says he bred me HARD. It's nice to have goals and accomplish them.

After stopping for dinner I got back on the road, the cold air of the valley lengthened the crack made by the rock that hit my windshield earlier that afternoon. I drove for about 15 more minutes before another rock hit my windshield causing it to practically shatter in place, it was tough to see, and too cold to stick my head out the window so I pulled over and called AAA. They were able to get a hold of a local tow service but even still it'd be an hour or more until I could get service. I fell asleep in the drivers seat and it was pitch black other than the cars driving by. I was awoken by a knock on my window. I got out of my car and was greeted by a large man. He was very nice and hooked my car up before helping me up into his cabin. It was a quiet ride to a garage where he parked and said, "Look AAA pays me to bring the car to the garage but you're on your own for a ride elsewhere and for a stay. Rental car joints won't be open until tomorrow morning." "Well that sucks, Is there a place to stay around here?" I asked. "Well, you kinda have a choice." He said while working. "Ok?" "You Uber across the valley to Bakersfield and find a hotel." "Or?" "You stay with my partner and I" He smiled and slapped his hands on his pants. "That sounds a lot better than waiting for an Uber and paying for a janky hotel, Let me grab my bag." I said and threw my go bag over my shoulder. "Smart boy" He said helping me into his cabin again, "But there will be payment." It felt like forever until we arrived at a pretty humble place in the middle of nowhere. I was a combination of horny and worried. I've been fucked by strangers before, even gone into homes I didn't know, but usually people knew where I was and I knew what I was going there for. "We got company tonight William" The driver, Rob, said as he entered his house. "Where did you- Oh hello", William said as he entered the room and saw me. He immediately started to eye me up and down and started to ask me questions, name, where am I from, and in between talking to Rob like I wasn't even there. "I love your job Robert, What happened to his car, etc." "Sounds like you had a rough night, go clean up." I went to the bathroom with the go bag, I cleaned myself out and showered. When I got out of the shower, my clothes weren't on the floor by the bag. I figured that there would be fun tonight, so instead of wrapping myself in the towel, I dried myself off and exited the bathroom naked, with only my chastity device. "Oh your poor cock, we can take care of that if you want sweetie" Willam said covering his mouth with his finger tips and staring at the device. "No, I'm good, thanks though." I answered. "You enjoy being locked up?" he asked. "I just get more out of submitting, thats all." "Have you ever been locked up?" "Tied down, yeah, but not locked." "Thats good enough for us" he said leaving the room. Rob entered the room out of the shower with just a towel on, He looked just as I'd imagined, big belly, strong arms and tons of hair. He smirked and made a comment about how he knew I was a bitch, and sat on the couch in his towel, then undid his towel. His cock was soft, and looked small, but there was also a lot of hair. I'm used to the clean cut men of Weho and 10inchscorpions high ticket crew. "Willam is just preparing the room, but we can get started," he patted the couch next to him. I sat next to him and leaned in to go down on him, one hand rested on my back, and the other behind his head. His hand started lightly rubbing and exploring as I started to lick the tip of his cock, navigating his belly and his hair. His cock started to grow in my mouth until it was almost too big for me to reach his balls with my tongue. I gave it my best, now horny as hell and very curious what was in the room Willam was in. William came out and started to explore my ass with his hands, probing and seemed to be checking my clean up job. He spread my cheeks and dove in, tonguing my hole causing me to clench in surprise. His finger pushed his saliva into me and he continued to lube me up with his spit. "This one came prepared Rob," Willam said taking a breather, "His ass is delicious." Rob grunted to acknowledge him, slapped my face full of his cock and said, "he just gave you a compliment trucker bait" I lifted my head and thanked William and then added, "It's Straightbait". "The fuck?" Rob said pulling me fully off his cock and spitting in my mouth. "The fuck you mean." His spit was surprisingly clean and not fowl like I've had before. "On porn websites, I'm Straightbait" "That sounds like our night got a lot more interesting." Rob said, turning on the large screen TV across the room, then reached over me to grab the bluetooth keyboard. He pulled up my videos and after a quick search, clicked on one of my gang bangs. He pulled me off his cock, and lifted me up by the throat. My hole was wet and cold, his cock was wet and ready. He placed me down on his cock, facing him, William was behind me, guiding his cock into my ass. Not the biggest by far that I've had but my hole was happy to be filled again. He hugged me close, my head on one side of his. William walked around the couch and shoved his cock in my mouth standing behind the couch and rob who was slowly moving his cock in and out. My chastity device was pressing into his stomach and seemed uncomfortable for the both of us. Rob grabbed my hair and pulled me off Willams cock. Grabbed me by the throat, clasping both hands on either side of my neck and lifted me, choking me, airborne and walked with me like a rag doll to a dark room. He placed me on my feet, the floor was cold, and I could feel it's roughness. A light turned on over a torn up car and Rob went to the wall, grabbing bolt cutters off a rack. "that thing comes off, But you're still not cumming slut," rob said. He used the bolt cutters to tap my inner thighs making me spread my legs. He placed it on the small lock and snipped it off. Grabbed my whole cock and device and painfully pulled it off me. He then twisted my arm behind my back and bent me over like a prisoner unable to see where I was being taken. We walked to a room where he pushed me into a sling, grabbed my ankles and locked them to the chains on either side. "What were you on in the gangbang, meth?" "no" I answered. "GHB? What was it slut" he said gripping my balls. "Xanax if anything." I answered. "If anything?" he said pulling me by my balls. "I just like poppers and I'm good" "Well no shit, thats impressive" Another TV turned on to our right. William picked another video. "Hey Rob, Did you notice his ass?" "What about it?" he said shoving a thumb into me, a nail scratching on it's way in. "He looks like one of Michaels." William said choosing a 10inchscorpion video. "No fucking way, Mikey?" Rob asked. "You know a boy by the name 10inchscorpion?" "Yes sir, I've met Michael." I said, my head back, enduring the assault on my hole. "You've met him!? he let you see him?" "Yes sir." "Damn you must be special, or a damn good fuck." Rob said pulling his fingers out, then slapped my ass. "You, you guys know him?" I asked. "Know him? HA, we pozzed him little one, Little Mikey is all grown up." Rob spit on his cock and pressed it into my ass again, starting what was going to be a long night.

He was a 18 year old virgin. I was a OTR trucker for 18 years and a member of several gay apps. One day I was on a back road and got a text from a young black boy wanting to chat. We chatted for awhile and he explained he was a virgin living in a tiny town I was passing through. During our chat he said he was 17 and wanted to be fucked and lose his virginity. I told him I could help but had to wait till he was 18. His birth day was a month away and he was still in high school. We chatted off and on over the month and he kept sending me nude pics. A few days after his birthday I was passing his tiny one store town in the middle of the night. He begged me to stop. He would sneak out of his moms house and meet me at the small store. At about midnight I heard a knock on my door. Pulling back the curtain I saw a you man standing there in a t shirts and gym shorts. I let him in and closed the curtain. He was very hot and sexy. Wile standing by the bunk I pulled him in close and we kissed passionately pushing my tongue in his mouth. He began to tremble as I pulled his shirt over his head. I pinched and sucked his nipples making the hard as a rock. So far not a word was spoke as I set on edge of my bed. I looked into his eyes and asked if he was ready to shed his virginity to a dirty old man. He begged me to fuck him. I ran hand over his crotch filling his hard 8 inch cock under his shorts. He shuttered at my touch. I lowered his shorts to find he was not wearing underwear and his cock flopped out pointing straight out. It was very sexy and I couldn't stuff it down my throat fast enough.. God I thought I was in heaven having a 18 year old virgin begging to be used. I made him undress me slowly. Making sure he explored every inch of my body. I laud him on my bed then I laid on top using my full weight to pin him down and I forced my tongue in his mouth. He was panting so hard I thought he might cum. I couldn't have that cum go to waist so I licked my way to his cock and slid it into my mouth. With a few strokes I could tell by his gyrating he was about to cum. Soon he was exploding in my mouth. His load was very sweet and I gulped it down with delight. He played there panting as I stroked his cock. I told him we were far from done as I rolled over on top again and forced my cock in his mouth. Your my dirty little cum bitch and I'm gonna fuck your mouth. I then thrust my cock all the way in balls deep making him gag. He tried to get away from my cock but I squeezed my legs around his head holding him there. Not giving him a break I fuck his mouth hard deep and fast till I exploded and without missing a beat he swallowed every drop. We played there a bit regaining our strength as I stroked his cock till it was hard again. I to was rock hard and we rubbed cocks as we kissed. I told him we were gonna fuck and breed BB. This excited him as he was trembling at my touch. I told him he was to fuck me first as I was saving him for last. His 8 inch cock looked so hot I needed I side me badly. I had him get behind me and rub his cock around my ass .. I told him he was to plunge his cock in hard fast and deep in one thrust. The sharp pain was awesome as he pushed into me. He then fucked me slow and deep filling his balls slapping my ass. It was so hot being his first ass to fuck I was bouncing against his trying to get more of him in me. Soon I could feel his cock pulsing as he fills me with his sweet nectar. He collapsed on my back and I waited till he was soft to move. His cum was dripping from my ass as I rolled over and told him to get on top. Since I was his first to enter him I let him have control as he spread his ass and lowered himself on my extremely hard cock. He moaned loudly as he impaled himself and began to rock getting more and more of my cock in him. Soon he was bouncing like a cheap whore needing more and more. I couldn't hold out long knowing I had a virgin to breed and I exploded again. We snuggled awhile before he said he had to hit home before his mom woke up. Then begged to run away with me on my truck. Taking his virginity completely was the hottest sex I have experienced.

I realized one time a in early 2020 that I was talking on grindr with a young man who was developmentally otherabled and after a while I had uncovered how much sexual frustration this poor young man had. He told me things he thought were hot and that night I went over and met him and did my best to make it as good of an experiance for him as I could, he got to watch his seed leak out of me. He was so happy and so greatfull. He tried to pay me, but I would never take his money for that. I didn't let him fuck me for pitty, but more because I knew the same frustration once. I realized I would be there for anyone going through that hard time. I adore being fucked by the differently abled.

i had sex with a guy in Palm Springs a few years ago, he had no legs, only about 4 inch stumps. It was great, just different. i touched him everywhere, including His stumps and it brought tears to His eyes, He really liked it and told me no-one ever touched Him there. i touch legs, especially love a Mans thighs, and that was what He had. Unfamiliar can feel strange, but it isn't strange, just unfamiliar to us. It's familiar to the person and it is their normal. Since it is their normal, i think we are more disabled than they are when interacting.

Chapter III "Hey guys, nice to see you again", said Mark the attendant as he opened my door and walked into my room. As he closed it, he said towards the hall, "he"ll be just a few minutes...and honey, well worth the wait!". Mark closed and locked the door behind him. As he turned around he said, "sure is getting busier out there. Got just two rooms left in the house. You got two regular hotties hanging outside your door too!'. He sat down on the bed and pulled out what looked like some kind of syringe without a needle. He went on to say that it was a lube shooter that had a mix of lube and a good amount of t. "It's pretty easy to do, just remove the cap on the end, wet the shaft, push it as far as it can go inside your butt and press the plunger to empty it." Mark said. "But to get the best effect, your butt should be pointing towards the ceiling and wait a good five minutes for the t to really in and absorbed." He then stood up and told me to slide down my bed some, then kick my legs up over my head and plant my boots on the wall above my head to keep my butt up towards the ceiling. I was hesitant and a little weirded out as I had no sexual attraction for Mark. He saw the look on my face and said, "c'mon, don't want to keep your fans waiting, do you? And don't think I will be making any moves on you. We're just buds.". As I got into position, Mark said. "I'll wet this shooter a little, put it into your hole, and empty it. Again,this position works the best so that the T will go nice and deep.And fyi, I do this quite often as I like getting guys spun so they have an even hotter time here. I am the master administrator." Now on my back, my shoulders pressed into the mattress, my legs over my head with boots on the wall holding me like this. "Here comes your first booty bump!" Mark said as he quickly slipped the shooter into my ass, pushed the plunger, and pulled it out. In seconds I freaked out. "Damn! Something is wrong! Stop! It burns! ". Mark giggled some then said that it will for a few minutes and then goes away. He said then my hole will feel like never before. Mark then went to the door and told got me to stay like I was until he got back in about five minutes. He walked out of my room and as he closed the door, I heard him say that I'd be ready in about five minutes to someone(s) in the hallway. My heart began to pound and race. I began to sweat. I was warm and getting hotter. My dick began to leak precum and was growing. My attention became focused on my hole - it felt like it needed something. The sensation grew intense. My dick was now hard and stuck up under the band of my jock and was dripping precum down my stomach. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it a few times to relieve the pressure. More precum flowed out. I then reached back to my hole and as my finger came in contact with it, an electric like warm sensation shot through me and I let out a low moan. My eyes closed and I readjusted my boots on the wall above me, spreading my legs wider, exposing more of my now on fire jock framed shaved smooth hole. By instinct, I removed my finger and wiped up some of my precum, then began to circle my finger around my hole. Fuckin damn! I began to tap on my hole as it twitched. It felt so very empty. Licking and wetting two fingers, I pushed tagainst my hole - and was surprised there was no resistance. I pushed in right up to my hand, sending my body into a craze I hadn't felt before. Pulled them out and pushed them back in. I began groaning quietly, my mouth opening and closing, tongue darting out some and drool running from the corner of my lips. In and out, a little faster and harder I went. I tweaked my left nip with the other hand in between squeezing my now throbbing dick. Waves of heat and pleasure rocked my body. My door opened quickly and as it closed, Mark said, "Now that's what I like to see! Looks like you are liking the booty bump! Bet you are wanting some dick up that butt about now, eh?". I nodded my head yes and the words, " fuck me. fuck my tight hole. fuck me!' just flowed from my mouth as I kept finger fucking my very horned up hole! "Now, now, J, that's just not the plan," Mark said as he came closer and I bounced my ass up towards him. "Grab your boots and pull those legs nice and wide for me. Keep that hole high to the ceiling, " he said. As I did so Mark dived into my ass, his tongue slipping deep into my hole, then bobbing his head tongue fucking me. I was in awe. "Please, fuck me. I need dick. Lots of dick. Fuck me. Please!" After a few minutes Mark pulled his head away and stood up. "Ok, now drop those legs, sit up in the corner of the bed, knees bent, legs spread, boots on the bed, and play with your hole. Show me how hungry you are for dick. I teased my hole with my fingers, tapping on it. - making a tap like wet flesh sound. Teased my hole with a finger slipping it just inside then.out. "Oh yeah, you are more than ready J boy. Gonna open this door, walk out, and leave the door open. You keep playing with your hole. Will only be a minute or two and those two guys, you know the hotties from before, they are going to come for you. They will take you to their room at the end of the hall, up neat the front. They have a VIP room. Just do as they ask." Mark grinned, opened the door and left. He knodded his head to the left of the hallway as he walked away. Two shadows of men formed on my door and grew larger quickly until their entire bodies were visible as they stood in my doorway. I sat there, tapping my hole and partially fingering it while playing with my nip. My head hung back and I licked my lips as I took in their hot, masculine bods. More to cum?

As I get older I am more in to saunas or crusing - the guy is there and already horny - much better odds. These days I just don’t want to travel unless I’ve met the guy before - too many disappointments

They hairier they are the hotter they are! Makes my ass plead.

The title will make a little more sense as you read on. I got pinged the other day while on Manhunt. The guy said he liked my look. I immediately pulled up his profile and he had a few face pics and described himself as 27, 5’10” and 180 and Puerto Rican. His profile was also one of those professional profiles that massage therapists use so I texted back and asked if he was looking for clients. He said “Not today.” His profile said nothing about what he was into and for some reason, I didn’t feel comfortable asking. The guy was certainly super-hot according to his stats and frankly even though I prefer to bottom, I’ve been known to throw a hot fuck from time to time. We set up a time and I jumped into the shower and got cleaned up preparing for the unexpected. The address took me to a duplex. I started getting the familiar butterflies in my stomach when I’m about to fuck someone I’ve never seen or met. There is the possibility that this was a bogus address or a bogus profile. I took a deep breath and knocked. I feel my nips harden and my cock twitch in anticipation. When the door opened, I was stunned. Before I could process anything, he ushered me into the house and closed the door. He didn’t look like his profile pics. I’ve heard buddies tell stories about people misrepresenting themselves with their profile and when they meet and learn the truth, it’s an awkward hot mess. I’ve been lucky in that I have only had one such gross misrepresentation. As my brain was processing the “disconnect,” I realized that the issue was that his profile pictures weren’t flattering to him. This guy was an unbelievably beautiful human specimen. He looked almost identical to Enrique Iglesias but more defined and muscular. He looked like a high-fashion model. If you saw him on the streets, you would embarrass yourself by staring. He had dark short hair and a well-groomed 5 o’clock shadow. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. His nipples were the size of quarters and deep bronze in color. His chest was perfectly pronounced with a very deep sternum line dividing two huge pectoral muscles. There was no question that this guy was out of my league. I searched my brain for a dignified way to get us both out of this situation. There was no doubt in my mind that he had made a mistake. Think. Think. He walked me from the door, through the living room and gestured for me to move into what I suspected would be a bedroom. Once inside he closed the door. This wasn’t a bedroom at all. It was dark except for glowing reddish lights coming from different parts of the room. Soft music was playing and candles were lit. I could smell something that reminded me of jasmine. We were in his massage room. Enrique turned to me and wrapped me in his muscular arms and whispered in my ear, “You are perfect. You have no idea how much I’m into your look.” I was dumbfounded. It’s not that I have low self-esteem, in fact just the opposite. I take good care of myself. But this guy was mesmerizing. It was like looking at him cast a spell over me and that made me nervous. Enrique began to unbutton my shirt and immediately started licking and sucking on my neck and worked his way down to my tits. I moaned in appreciation and he switched to the other tit and began to unbutton my pants. When they feel to the floor he reached around and grabbed one cheek in each hand and used his expert trained hands to massage my glutes moving them around and spreading them apart. I have big ass cheeks and he moaned in appreciation. It felt great. He released my tit from his mouth and looked at me and started deep kissing me. I moaned from inside his kiss and we ground our faces together exchanging saliva. I ran my hands all over his body. Everything was perfect. I reached to his crotch but he had a jock on so I couldn’t figure out what he was packing. It didn’t matter. This guy was a fucking god and I was going to enjoy every inch of him. He moved me over to his massage table and had me lay on it face down. Next he moved down between my legs and spread them. Again he massaged and kneaded my ass with steady strength. I pushed back to let him know he could work my butt as hard as he liked; that I could take it. He received the message and intensified his grip. I felt his hand move down through the ditch of my ass and graze my hole. He spit on it and rubbed his finger all around it. He spit some more and inserted his finger and finger fucked me for a few minutes. I slowly began to realize this guy was a top. He was ass obsessed. His finger retreated and was replaced with his tongue. He didn’t start slow like most guys do. He buried his tongue to the hilt and began to dart in and out of my hole all the while delivering copious amounts of saliva into my ass. Much of it spilled over onto his chin and my balls, but it was certainly getting me hot and beyond horny. He started trading off between his fingers and his tongue. He had eventually worked three fingers in and out of my ass-cunt. Enrique said very quietly just above a whisper, “Push out.” I didn’t hear him and asked him to repeat it. “Push your cunt out.” He said a little louder. This was music to my ears. I crunched my abdominal muscles and pushed the ring of my ass outward like I was taking a shit. “Yeah, dude, just like that. Stay right there.” Next I felt him suck my hole into his mouth causing a vacuum and then use his teeth to encase my rosebud and lightly bit down. The sensation was awesome. No one had ever done that to me before. He continued to trade off between sucking and nipping. “I moaned, “That feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop.” For the next 5 minutes or so, he continued to worship my hole like that. When he let go, my rose bud snapped back inside my ass and began pulsing. At this point he walked around to the front of the massage table and I could see through the face cradle that he had taken his shorts off. Enrique had one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever had. He was super hard and uncut. His foreskin naturally retracted to the base of the head and was the same color as the rest of his cock. His jet-black bush was perfectly trimmed and clear goo had bubbled up to the tip. This had to be a 10-inch dick. It was perfectly straight and was about as fat as a golf ball. I reached out and held it. The heat radiating from his rod was exhilarating. He helped me down off the table and I hit my knees and opened my mouth licked the pearl drop from the tip then descended down his magnificent rod. I got about halfway down and his cock got stuck at the back of my throat. I pulled back delivering profuse amounts of saliva to coat his fat monster to make it easier to work with. Enrique could tell from my behavior that A) I was a cock slut and B) I was hungry for dick. I couldn’t help it. I needed this cock in my mouth. I blew him for about 10 minutes this way. I had saliva everywhere. It was running down my chin and onto my chest and then onto the floor and down his shaft and onto his balls and then onto me. I had tears streaming down my face and cock snot coming out of my nose. I was not about to give up. Enrique stopped me and had me stand up. He gave me a hand towel to wipe up my face. “Let’s try this.” He patted the massage table. “Jump up here and get on your back.” He helped me up and had me slide my head completely off the end of the table. He had at some point removed the face cradle. He opened a bottle of poppers and gave me a hit in each nostril. My head was upside down so it was tricky, but as I began to fly, I really appreciated the offering. With my head hanging off the table I was in the perfect position for him to slide his cock into my mouth. I immediately felt this was really comfortable. His cock was thick, but I was confident that with enough patience and willpower we could do this. As he fucked in and out of my mouth, I reached around to his butt cheeks and pulled him into my throat a little bit more. I could feel his cockhead at the back of my throat as before. He continued to fuck in and out, but going no further than the back of my throat. With the poppers relaxing me I opened my throat, took a deep breath through my nose and again pulled him a little deeper. This time his cock head popped through the ring at the back of my throat. We both moaned at the same time. I kept pulling him into to me and felt his shaft sliding further down my throat and moaned. I was in cock-sucking heaven. I pulled him more and more until his tightly trimmed bush was scratching my upper lip. I pulled one last time as far as it would go and I felt him bottom out. My boy gasped and said, “Holy fuck. You’ve taken my entire cock into your throat. Not many people have ever been able to do that.” At this point I wanted to ensure he knew I was deep throating this massive cock so I lightly took my teeth and bit down ever so slightly on the base of his cock at the pubic line. Then I released the pressure on his ass and pushed him out of my mouth and away from me. I was gasping for air trying really hard not to convulse. I sat up and wiped the snot, saliva and pre-cum from my face and took a long slow hit of poppers and assumed my previous position. This time, when I grabbed Enrique’s butt to pull him into my mouth, I took him all the way to the balls in one stride. I needed to conserve oxygen. Again he groaned. I pushed him almost all the way out and pulled him back in again sending him the message to fuck my throat. He got the message, grabbed my tits and started thrusting all the way in and back out again in rapid succession. “Oh my god, suck my cock, deep throat the fucker. You are one good cock-sucker.” This went on for as long as I could hold my breath. When I started feeling light headed, I pushed him out gasped for oxygen and forced his cock back in again. We did this four or five times before Enrique pulled completely away from me and said, “Oh fuck, Oh fuck, not yet hot man. Not yet. Whew!” Again I wiped my face clean and scooted back onto the massage table to catch my breath. Once revived Enrique said, “Turn over.” I did and took a hit of poppers. He jumped up onto the massage table with me and I immediately arched my back and stuck out my ass. He started eating; and eating, and eating. The more he ate the hungrier he got. Then he scooted up onto my back and I could feel the heat from his cock in the ditch of my ass. “Of fuck yeah,” I heard myself say. His cock head docked at my cunt lips and he pushed forward and I pushed backwards and within seconds Enrique busted through and slid in all the way to his balls. I felt his breath next to my face and lifted up my head and we started kissing and making out while moaning and humping each other. His tongue was all over the inside of my mouth and I couldn’t get enough of him. We continued little fuck motions with him buried balls deep in me while making out. He whispered, “I’m not going to last long this way. Are you ready to fuck?” Through my gasping for air, I told him I was more than ready. But he came back with, “No, I mean are you really ready to fuck? I want to tear your cunt to shreds. Are you up for that?” All I could come up with was, “Give me everything you’ve got stud. I’m fucking yours.” With that, Enrique pulled his mouth off mine and grabbed me by my hair with both hands and pulled his cock almost all the way out and using my hair for leverage, slammed back into me. This gradually picked up speed, but he never let go of my hair. I began to moan incoherently and started jacking my cock. This hot Puerto Rican started to talk dirty to me, “Take that fat Latin dick you fucking slut. I can’t believe you’d let a complete stranger fuck you raw like this. You’re a nasty mother fucker.” I reached between my legs and could feel the abundant amounts of dick and ass goo coating his cock, my ass and both of our ball sacks. I reached further back and touched his dick as it would piston in and out of me. The heat coming from it was astounding. He pulled out with a nasty plopping sound and abruptly turned me over and replanted his cock so fast I hardly knew what was happening. The sloppy squishy sounds my cunt and his cock were making were so nasty. You can only make those kinds of sounds when you have abandoned all fear and given into pure lust. His eyes were so intense and filled with hunger. He deep kissed me again and pulled back and whispered, “Do you like that raw stranger cock fucking your white slutty cunt?” I babbled, “Yes, fuck me. Please fuck me.” With fire in his eyes he said, “I’ve only just begun.” For the next 45 minutes or so, Enrique removed any semblance of sanity from me. I no longer had language to express myself. All I had was the guttural animalistic sounds that naturally escaped my vocal chords. He fucked me on my back, fucked me on the floor, he fucked me doggie style. He had me ride him and he ate my ass out again then shared our combined fluids by making out with me. It was a constant fight for oxygen, poppers and cock. When he finally rolled over onto the floor next to me, he asked if I wanted his load. We were both still huffing and puffing trying to catch our breath and I couldn’t breathe much less talk. He took that as a yes and had me get up on the massage table doggie style. He hopped up onto the table with me and told me to take a hit of poppers. I did. Within seconds his cock was buried in my swollen cunt. He started fucking me like a mad man; grunting every time he bottomed out. We were both working extremely hard to give each other the fuck of our lives. More poppers and I reached around and pulled my ass cheeks apart to give him better access and me more friction. He loved that. I moved my fingers closer to his cock and my cunt lips. A little further and I slid two fingers from each hand inside my ass alongside his cock. Enrique yelled, “OH fuck that is so hot. That looks so fucking hot and feels un-fucking-believable. Fuck you man. Fuck you.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I pushed back onto him. I was so stimulated that I could tell that pee was escaping my cock involuntarily. Enrique froze and remained completely still while he injected 6 or 7 jets of hot Latin cum into my fuck hole. I swear at this point I saw god. It wasn’t until then that he let out a primal warrior cry that I’m sure could be heard in the duplex next door. He started fucking again, this time with his spooge mixed with ass cum splashing out and coating our balls yet again. Slowly he calmed down and pulsed his cock a few times. I could feel his heartbeat through his dick. I squeezed his cock to get the last drop out and it was then when I realized I hadn’t peed, I had shot my load, hands free. We both fell on the table and tried to catch our breath. After a minute, Enrique jumped up and left the room. I sat up, but couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I had cum all over the front of me and in my hair. I jumped off the table and cum was running down my leg. I sat on a bench but still couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I tried taking deep breaths through my nose and out of my mouth, but couldn’t normalize my breathing. I may have been hyperventilating. Was I having a heart attack? Do people get heart attacks from fucking? I put my head between my legs and tried to control my breathing. It didn’t seem to help. Enrique came into the room with a bottle of water and left again. Just as panic was setting in, I took a desperate drink of water. The cool water seemed to spread through my body and my vital signs seemed to return to normal as did my breathing. Enrique came back in and apologized that he was dealing with a client. He offered me a shower, which I desperately needed, and another bottle of water, again much needed. Before I left he looked me in the eye and said he had a great time and that we should do it again. I looked at my watch and was astounded to learn we fucked for 3 solid hours without any breaks. I couldn’t wait for the next time. I get off on your comments.

the best is when the loads are kept inside for hours, the mixture of the taste of ass and semen. I have found men who had several loads inside and I enjoyed swallowing as it comes out of the ass into my open mouth, swallowing directly as it comes out of the ass.

Ajaxx63 makes a bunch of hot shirts like that. They used to have a booth at Seattle pride with boxes of their 2nds for $5 each, needless to say I've got quite a few.

I’m always looking for a Top to fuck me if they want to use a condom ok but if they fuck raw even better.

Just a 3hr hot breeding sesh with a sub in Gran Canaria, winter pride

I can understand your reaction to the content considering your experience. I would just like to say that having had a lifetime of traumatic romantic relationships it helps me to retreat into a fantasy where the sex is more violent than emotional. Its a place I can forget heartbreak and still be thrilled by the sex with an unknown entity since I have not experienced nor done such things. Thank you for having an open mind. I don't know whether to caution or encourage you to read the last chapter. It most certainly will not be to everyone's taste.

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What a Hot Package this top has!

Fucking hot

No telegram group? Can somebody just make one? I have loads of questions

Do it! and then tell us all about the load he gives you!

many times caught with a dick up my ass, a cock down my throat or both, by several relatives lol. partly because I’m too cockhungry and cumthirsty to be careful, partly cause I’m a slutty little exhibitionist. my parents and brothers learned to knock on my bedroom door before walking in, unless they wanted to see me getting my ass pounded or down on my knees deepthroating some guy. several times I left my bedroom door open on purpose. I also had a guy who used me in high school whose little sister walked in on him fucking me and me sucking him off several times and he would just let her stand there and watch or actually talk to her casually while his meaty cock slid in and out of my ass or mouth. I also sucked another boy off in the backseat of his parents car with them in the front seat and I actually made eye contact with the dad in the rear view mirror lol plus my uncle that trained me to be a pussyboy actually walked into the porntheatre and the cruisy mall restroom a few times while I was naked and taking loads. lol he has also walked into the bathhouse many times to find me taking loads somewhere. he is the reason why my father actually watched me get gang banged in a bathhouse public sling while blindfolded during a bareback party once.i had told him my biggest fantasy was to have my father watch me get gang banged by anonymous bathhouse strangers so he set the whole thing up, inviting guys, posting ads on craigslist, squirt and bbrt for weeks, then getting his brother in law (my dad) a little drunk and talking him into "getting a decent blowjob for a change” at the bathhouse. then he brought him to see what was going down in the public sling. he wasn’t super surprised as by then he knew what a slutty little bottom boy his faggot son is. he watched a LOT of men fuck me and finally caved and took a turn in me. I knew he did it but he didn't know I knew. he also didnt know I had already sucked him off through a glory hole in the porn theatre several times. he didn't admit it for a few years after I had already openly sucked him off lol he also didnt know it was me in the glory hole but admitted he suspected it was a gay sucking him off.

Had a great time parTying this weekend! I hit a new record of 5 loads by Sunday morning 🤤

I think the topic description and the posts betray a disconnect. The TOPIC is supposed to be about how often (or seldom) tops like to have sex - ie fuck someone. But then the first post asks about fucking OR getting fucked, and most of the responses are bottoms who want it all the time. Well duh, Sherlock. I think we've established conclusively over the years that the supply of bottoms greatly exceeds the supply of tops, and the sexual appetite of many bottoms exceeds the capacity of any particular top man. So let's (just for fun) make up some realistic-seeming numbers and see how they work together. So in a given area, assume there's 100 gay men, of whom 70 are bottoms or at least versatile men who strongly prefer bottoming. Maybe 20 are versatile men who genuinely like both, or who may lean top, and MAYBE 10 who are essentially or completely tops. Most bottoms can, if they don't shoot while being fucked, take more than one fucking in a row (they may not get that chance often, but the point is, they CAN - and many would love the chance to do so regularly). Let's conservatively say half those 70 would gladly take two (complete to orgasm) fuckings in a row. And let's assume that on average, those bottoms would like to get their preferred level of fucking 3 times a week - again, conservatively speaking. That's 315 fuckings that, to satisfy the bottom population, would need to be delivered every week - by 10 "total" tops and 20 versi-tops. Some, no doubt, can fuck to completion twice or even three times in one day, others only once, but that's still (on average) 10 fuckings a week the tops would have to deliver to satisfy the bottoms. So yes, from a bottom's perspective, it's probably "shocking" how seldom tops seem to want to fuck. But in reality, the tops are probably getting >100% of the opportunities they want, even with a healthy, roaring sex drive. It's just that there are too many bottoms competing for those spots.

I spent last week on a gay cruise. One night on the dance floor I hooked up with a mixed race couple I had met two nights before. The black guy, very handsome somewhat stocky, lovely five inch cock perfect for sucking, white guy short, bearded, gorgeous pelt, monster dick. We danced a long time. I traded blow jobs with the black guy on the dance floor. Eventually we went back to their room where he had to wake up the husband to see if he wanted to play. He did. I had to take several hits of poppers to manage white guys big dick. He filled me up completely, felt amazing. Loved the way his husband enjoyed the show. We made out while his husband fucked and bred my hole. Never any mention of condoms. Then they traded and I got to feast on monster dick while finally getting some black dick in my hole (its been a while). I spent the night in their cabin and slept like a baby. Big dick fed me his morning load while his husband fucked me. I made sure to give them my number.

So all u guys should know, as much as I love my ass getting pounded and loaded and flat out used I equally love to rim eat finger tongue and duck ass. i am partial to smooth asses only. Have a nice 8 1/2 TRUE INCHES cock that curves down and bottoms love it. logged in to Grindr and this sexy 24 yo boy wanted to meet. Fast forward all the chatting, he visited me during lunch break and was hot AF IN PERSON. we made out, I kissed his neck, licked his neck and he was turned on. Put him Amon all fours woth his beautiful round brown ass and went to town. his fav thing I did to him was when I would take my tongue and lick his ass cheeks. Goosebumps he had all over. I fucked him so hard and deep that he was opened and gaping and made fart sounds which I love. I ended up loading him and he left woth a huge smile on his face. He thought I was 30 but I’m really 45. He’s half my age 😜

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Does anyone know how to contact him in prison?

We left off from the first part of this story. After about 30 minutes, I heard a quiet knock on the apartment door. My Latin Mistress left the bedroom and I heard her speaking Spanish with her friend as she let her in. They spoke quietly in the living room still in Spanish then they switched to English. My Latin Mistress said this is Marlena. I could feed a pair of hands gently running all over my body and a gentle moan coming from Marlena. I could feel her pull down the poppers mask and she gently kissed my lips and said, I like this one. But why only one load in him that I can see from the mark on your ass? We're going to have to fix that. Mistress said, Marlena why don't you fix us some drinks and then you can get things setup while I keep his hole open. Mistress then slowly slid back inside my ass and gently slid in and out and ground her body into my ass. About 2 minutes later I could feel a straw pushed up against my lips as Marlena said drink up, we don't want you getting dehydrated. Oh my, that drink was strong. It felt like 8 shots of vodka mixed with some kind of lemon soda. I kept drinking until the glass was empty and felt the alcohol hit me. Mistress pulled her cock out and I could hear them quietly talking in Spanish again, I could hear bags being unzipped and things being setup around me. Suddenly, even though I was blindfolded I could feel a wash of light across my body. Mistress said, not too bright, turn it down just a bit. Mistress untied me from the bench, told me to keep my eyes closed as she removed the blindfold. Now open your eyes slowly and get used to the light. It took a few moments before I could open my eyes fully, and I saw Mistress and Marlena looking at me. Marlena was about 5'7 without heels, long flowing blonde hair and a thicker body than Mistress with the typical Latin big booty and wide hips. She was wearing a short PVC skirt, stockings and a silk blouse. She slowly lifted up her skirt and while not as long as Mistress, her 7 inch cock was thicker than a red bull can. Mistress tells me you like poppers? I just came back from Europe and they have some great ones that will make you into a real slut. We can't have the playtoy in our videos being non compliant can we? I looked around and finally comprehended they setup three video cameras and lights around the bench. Now come here baby, suck my cock and you can sample the poppers. Mistress turned on the camera and positioned one on me as I got on my knees in front of Marlena. Mistress then held my head, put the poppers under my nose and I sniffed. Wow, definitely stronger than what we were using (and they were good). I stretched my mouth and Marlena slowly pumped her cock in and out while Mistress continued to hold my and caress my head. After a few minutes Marlena was rock hard. They both helped me stand up (was really woozy with all the poppers and alcohol) and they strapped me onto the bench face up this time. Marlena but a towel under my ass saying, this could get messy now. Mistress said, how about you get him filled with lube while I get him ready for you. Mistress held the poppers under my nose again saying don't worry, my friend and I will take good care of you tonight. She kissed me again as my head swam in a haze of poppers. I could then feel a nozzle enter my ass and felt alot of lube being shot inside me. Marlena said, I really like a wet and sloppy ass. Mistress gave me one more hit, then she took a hit from the bottle and passed it to Marlena who took four really big hits. I heard her say something about culo and leche when she slowly, ever so slowly slid into my ass. She gave a deep moan and then Mistress got onto the bench and lowered her perfumed ass onto my face. I think they were kissing as Marlena went from slow to fast, grinding then slow then fast again on my ass. I could feel the lube and Mistress's cum leaking out. Mistress got off the bench and Marlena asked, so you really got your fist inside him? I've got an idea. Put three of your fingers in him and let me see if I can fit my cock in as well. Mistress inserted her finders into my ass then I felt that incredible stretching as Marlena went back inside me. Madre dios, you're going to make me cum soon! And so she did with 9-10 long deep spurts. Mistress said move aside, I'm so hot I've got to breed him again! With that she slipped inside my soaking hole and let loose in just a few minutes with another load. Mistress pulled out and I saw that Marlena was still hard, and she pushed back into me. I've got to get more into you baby, this won't take long! By now my hole was gaping and dripping as she pumped another load into me. She leaned over and gave me a long wet kiss, then Mistress joined in and two gorgeous Latin women were kissing and caressing me at the same time. Mistress pulled back and said, we're keeping you here overnight ok? We can watch the video we just made and do this all over again. She then lifted my ass and marked the three more loads inside me. But first, get dressed, there is a bar downtown that has a dark room. I have some trans and TV friends who would like to sample that ass of yours.