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I love facials. It's proof of all the cum the man is capable of blowing. It also looks like the man with the facial has been marked by the top. A facial involving cum on a beard is the best! I love the feeling of cum in my beard.

I just went for 10 hours the other night. I came twice. It felt incredible, edging myself to the point of no return and pulling back, feeling my balls ache for release!

Love returning to this series!

All I want to do is get as far into that hairy hole as I can! FUCK!

I've found myself attracted to men who appear rough, almost as if they could hurt me. It brings a fear, knowing they can easily dominate and control me. Danger has become a major turn on, and that does scare me a bit. Am I going to put myself in the hands of someone I'll regret? Or, is that the whole point? Is that what I want?

Everything about this is incredible. I love a FTM man. Sounds like this was an intimate and sexually-charged experience.

You see drawings of it, but I'd love a group of men to force me into becoming their urinal. I can imagine them taking me into a dirty bathroom, strapping me down to the floor, securing a tube to my mouth, and each man taking his turn pissing into a funnel that leads into my open mouth. I'd want them to also piss all over my naked body, making me as filthy as the floor.

I love seeing videos/pictures of younger men fucking older men. It's such a twist on what you'd assume you'd see. That being said, I am attracted to older men, so I'd prefer the guy fucking me (if I'm acting as the bottom) to be older. I'd also prefer the guy I'm fucking when I'm a top to also be older.

I can't wait to see how dark and twisted this will get!

There have been a few men I've fantasized about where I was a woman riding on top of his writhing body, milking his body of his cum. I get every drop, knowing his seed would impregnate me, claiming me, proving he had filled me. Having the baby and everything after never played into the fantasy, but the actual breeding act is hot. That's why i love "baby batter" as the term for cum. I've got a BIG breeding/impregnation fetish.

I've always had a thing for older men. They're just so fucking sexy.

Let me stress that this is a fantasy: An alpha bear of a man takes me and decides to turn me into his ideal man. He covers my body with tattoos, some for the ascetic while others degrade me. Anything that can be pierced is. He shaves my head and forces my beard to grow, and he uses it to control me like a leash. He sells my cum to sperm banks and keeps the money, milking me for cash. He then has a man experiment on my balls, sterilizing me, and sells the video to other men. He might even castrate me. He subjects me to hypnosis files and controls my mind, dumming me down until I'm just an object to fuck or to be fucked by. Again, this is a twisted fantasy. You wanted dark. Well, here's the dark.

@Jaygusher I'm going to join the other men and emphasize our NEED (not want) for more of this story. I need to see the grandpa not recognizing his grandson a year later. He goes over to see his neighbor's toy, seeing someone he can't recognize, and then fucks the shit out of him. Maybe he realizes at the last second, but he ends up admiring what has been done to him. Even bring the father into the mix, maybe. We DESPERATELY NEED more!

I just want Sir Doug to have a sub-slave he can use. I just hope he gets what he needs!

There needs to be a difference between loving sex and being addicted to sex. That's the issue I'm seeing here. Yes, you can love sex and feel as if you're having sex all the time. You may even like to think of yourself as an addict because the idea gets you hot. That isn't addiction exactly. Addiction, in a simple definition as it is explained well in posts above, is when there is something the person does that creates a harm to their life. This can include actual physical harm, but it can also be a harm that causes issues in their everyday life. If your desire to have sex has created issues at work where you've gotten in trouble for sex-related issues, skipping work to have sex multiple times, or have harassed someone, then there could be cause to see your issue as being an addiction. There is a film called "Thanks for Sharing" that examines people with sex addiction. It shows a range of people, but it shows how these people are actually struggling with their addiction because it has created issues for them in how they need to live. They can't hold down jobs. They find their behaviors to be self-destructive. That last issue is the one that some men here may find a connection; is trying to get a disease considered self-destructive behavior. I think many would say that it is. Overall, it's a complicated issue. Not everyone is going to agree. The medical field doesn't even agree the whole time. Basically, if you find that your life suffers because you can't stop thinking about or having sex, then maybe you do have an addiction. It's up to you to decide if you want help or if you love living the way you are.

It's not odd being attracted to someone you hardly know. That happens a lot. There are men on here I've been attracted to without much interaction outside of seeing their profile pics. We see people at bars and we like them, urging us to approach and talk. It's how it goes. Yes, you do have to be careful as it is a workplace and you don't want to do something that gets HR involved. Be friendly. Find out information about him without doing so in a creepy way that shows that you're trying to gain information. Simply, get to know him. If you find out that he's gay and may have some interest in you, then go for it. Also, his cold behavior could be a sign of social awkwardness.

When I bottom, I love seeing the guy fucking me. Not that I need to be looking at him the whole time. Part of what gets me off is the guy fucking me. However, I'd love the chance of being blindfolded, fucked for hours, feeling the cum leaking out my hole and down my legs, not knowing what men breeded me. Image walking down the street not knowing if one of the guys who fucked you is passing you at that moment. Or, if he's sitting in a meeting with you. That is hot. Maybe one day...

In response to this post and your previous one, thank you. Yes, we love the fantasy of a huge cock. We love the idea of a normal guy having an 8' cock with "large" reaching a foot long. It gets us hard thinking about it. I get it. I do that too. The reality of the world is that anything 7 and larger is big. Even 6 is slightly above average. If only 9 is big for you, you're a lucky bastard. I'm not here to diminish the fantasy. My own stories on here have most men packing significant sizes. The message to all men is that what you've got is good. Use it well.

Hairy men who are 40-70 are the hottest. There's no debate. I love them.

Most men freeze it, from what I've seen. I think it dries up at room temperature if there isn't a lot of it. The consistency changes. I'm no expert.

Read it all in one go! Fucking hot story!

My cock's girth is slightly above average, so I'm proud of that. Honestly, I'm proud of my eyes. I'm insanely attracted to men's eyes, so, for me, this falls into this category. A man's naked body I can see only during certain times. His eyes I can see anytime.

Wish I could be there in your office to help! Regardless, enjoy!

He's one of the first pornstars I became familiar with, having watched him in so many videos that got me hard and shooting. I couldn't believe such a sexy man like him could exist. He fucks incredibly, but there's a darkness to him that is always turning me on.

It's still Sunday, and instead of saving this for next week, I've decided to give it to you now, knowing I left you on a cliffhanger. Enjoy! Part 40: Pastor Fucks Pastor (Pastor Kline’s Perspective) I sat in my living room, sick to my stomach, my mind playing over everything that happened since I saw Ben. He’d told me about his wife and the tension he had felt. He told me about how proud he was of Will. He told me about his son Jay and how he thought he was… free? I couldn’t understand why he had left the way he did. Had I said something I shouldn’t have? Was it possible that maybe he knew how I felt about him? Did he know that I’d only contacted him in the hopes of something happening between us? Did he know that I’m gay? Did he know that I’ve slept with his son? Did he know that his son had pozzed me? Did he— There was a knocking on my door, pulling me back from the catastrophe of the day. Another knocking brought me to my feet and running to the door. “Hello?” “Mark?” “Ben?” I unlocked the door, but before I could open it, the door flew open and Ben stormed inside, the door bouncing back. He pushed past me, his manner manic. He looked disheveled, his shirt untucked, his tie loosened. His hair was messed up. He looked so different from the man I had seen earlier that day. “Ben, what’s wrong?” “I can’t,” he said, moving further into my home, circling, pacing. “I can’t. I can’t.” “You can’t what?” I asked. “What’s wrong?” “I can’t keep doing this,” he said, turning to me, his eyes wide. “I just… I can’t keep…” “Ben, what’s wrong?” I grabbed his shoulders, trying to stop his moving. He was breathing heavily, his eyes slightly red. “Are you alright? What’s going on?” “I’m a horrible person,” he said. “What? No, you’re not.” “Yes, I am,” he said. “I’m horrible. I’m a horrible person.” “No, you’re not.” “I’ve always been a horrible person,” he said. “Ben, sit down.” I brought him to a chair, helping him to sit as he tried to slow his breathing. “Do you want something to drink?” “No,” he said. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” “Are you sure?” I asked, sitting across from him. He started to nod, but he quickly started shaking his head. “I feel… I feel so… so… ashamed!” “Why?” I asked. “Because,” he said. “There’s a darkness in my heart that I can’t remove.” “What are you talking about?” “I’ve tried to pray it away,” he said. “I tried to smother it. I tried to hide it so far down inside me so it wouldn’t come back.” “What are you talking about?” “My son,” Ben said, “I’ve always looked down on him. I’ve always looked at him as if he was something awful, someone who I should be ashamed of.” “I don’t understand,” I said. “What has Will—” “Not Will,” he said, staring at me, confused. “Jay.” “Jay?” Ben shook his head. “I always knew my son was wild. He turned from his faith long ago. He ran as far from me as he could. I built a wall up against him, wanting to distance myself from him and his choices. Whenever we speak, it’s strained. He hates me.” “He doesn’t hate you.” “He does,” Ben said. “I just spoke to him. I called him. Even before I could really say a word, he shouted at me and hung up. He didn’t even let me explain to him that I… that I…” “That you what?” Ben stared at me. “He doesn’t know that he and I are exactly the same.” “What? What do you mean?” Ben’s chin shook as he held back tears. “I’m not the pure man you think I am. I’m not good. I’ve… I’ve sinned. I’ve sinned so many times.” “Ben, we all have,” I said. “All men have—” “No,” Ben shouted, sending me back. “I’m not a good, pure man. Before you met me, before I went to college, I… I wasn’t pure. I hadn’t kept myself pure for my wife.” I stared at him, his words sinking in. “You weren’t… a virgin?” Ben hung his head. “I slept with my girlfriend at the time, but not only her. I slept with dozens of women. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop. There was this… urge inside me. I couldn’t keep myself clean. My sexual deviance consumed my thoughts.” “Ben, you were a young man,” I said. “All young men, all men have strong sexual urges.” “But I’m not meant to,” he said. “I’m a man of God. I’m meant to be pure. I’m meant to resist all sexual urges, but I couldn’t. My son… my son is just like me. I see so much of myself in him. I see his choices as my own. But that’s not the worst part. The worst part is… is…” “Is what?” He looked at me, a tear running down his cheek. “I want to be him.” I leaned back in my chair. “What?” “I want to live like him,” Ben said. “I know it’s wrong. I know that I’m a married man with sons. I know that I’m meant to be a respectable man, a godly man everyone is meant to look up to, but that’s not who I am inside. All I want is what my son has. He is free. He sleeps with anyone he wants. He does whatever he wants without the fear of ramifications.” I watched in awe as Ben’s moral compass collapsed. I saw him crave the sin Jay and Will bathed in. I saw him struggling with the same darkness that had tortured my soul for decades. Never, in all the years I had craved this man, had I believed him to be as sinful as me. As sinful as Jay. As sinful as Will. Well, I thought, knowing the deepest secret we all hid deep inside ourselves, not as sinful as he might think. “I tried to tell my son,” Ben said. “I tried to confess to him, to Jay. I wanted to speak to someone, hoping he wouldn’t judge me. I didn’t want Will to know, to look at me any differently, but even Jay wouldn’t listen. He hates me so much that he doesn’t even want to speak to me.” “He feels hurt,” I said. “He feels—” “He’s gay,” Ben said. “What?” “Jay,” Ben continued. “He told me he’s gay. He said it as if it was one final slap to my face. He said it to hurt me. He said it to make me hate him.” Ben covered his face with his hands, his breathing heavy. “He still doesn’t know that… that I am… that I’m also…” I reached out and pried his hands off his face, holding his chin steady. His tearful eyes stared into mine. I leaned forward, moving carefully, and lightly pressed my lips on his. It was the moment I had always hoped for. It was the moment I had always desired more than anything. In that moment, I knew I was risking everything, just as he had with his confession. I waited, only my lips moving, only my desire made known. I started to pull back, my heart sinking, knowing I had read the situation wrong. I had been entirely wrong. “Ben, I—” Ben grabbed my head and pulled me into a deep kiss, holding me tight. I could taste him. I finally found myself pulled into the hold of the first person I ever truly loved. His hands let me go, our lips parting. I moved back, watching his face as I saw him thinking over everything he had just done. It was brief, but there was a small smile. “I hope I read that right,” I said, clearing my throat. Ben laughed, wiping tears away. “Yes,” he said. “You read that right.” “Good,” I said. “If I hadn’t, I would have just fucked up my life.” “That’s funny. I was thinking the same thing.” “Don’t worry,” I told him. “I won’t tell anyone anything. I promise. Your secret is safe with me.” Ben nodded, collecting his composure. “Can I tell you something?” I asked. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. I mean, a long time. Decades.” “Really?” Ben said. “Well, I can’t exactly say the same thing, but I’m flattered.” “Haven’t you ever… you know… been with another man?” “No,” Ben said, a bit too loud. “I’m sorry. No, I haven’t. Like I said, I only ever slept with women. Then I got married. After that, I’m ashamed to say, I slept with several more women.” “From your church?” “No,” he said. “Never someone I knew. I only ever slept with women who were strangers to me, women I’d never see again. I couldn’t silence my urges, but I made sure the truth wouldn’t hunt me down.” “The truth always does,” I told him. Ben nodded. “At some point in my life,” he said, “there came a time when my sexual urges started to change, to transform. I started noticing the men around me. I started feeling a sexual pull toward them. I tried to trick myself into believing that it was only because I had started to keep myself contained. I had tried, once my sons were born and growing, to keep myself true to my wife. The way she treats me now is how she has always treated me. I’ve always found myself running from her. I tried to believe that she was the reason for why I felt this way toward other men. I prayed. I prayed for God to silence the urges, but they wouldn’t disappear. Instead, they grew stronger. I lusted after the men of my church. I wanted them. I tried to create scenarios in which one of them would find himself alone with me, discovering desires they never knew they had. I wanted another man to want me.” “But you never did?” “Never. I fought hard, especially once Will became a pastor. I didn’t want to shame him, but everything Jay did with his life only fueled the fire inside me. I saw the life he lived, and I wanted it. I wanted it so badly. My wife and I haven’t had sex in years. My urges started to grow stronger. For some reason, as we talked today, I found them rising back to the surface, stronger than ever before.” “And your son being gay…” “Jay and I are more alike than I already knew,” he said. “I think I owe him an apology.” “Maybe,” I said. I reached out my hands, holding his. “Now that you’ve told me all of this, what now?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, what do you think you owe yourself?” Ben looked deep into my eyes, and I got lost in his. “I'm here with you,” he finally said. “If you’ll have me.” I smiled, nodding. I stood up and started toward the stairs, Ben following behind. As we walked, I started to unbutton my shirt and undue my belt, Ben following my lead. I wanted to relish the sight of this gorgeous man stripping his clothing, revealing himself to me for the first time. Here we were, two men of God, casting off the costumes that we wore for the world, revealing to each other the true passion beneath. “Are you sure?” I asked as we reached the bedroom door, only our underwear remaining. “What does this tell you?” Ben grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring my own, tasting me. We stumbled into the bedroom, and I fell back onto the bed, looking up at the gorgeous man standing in front of me. No, he wasn’t as fit as Will or Jay, but he was just as hairy, and his body was, to me, the greatest sight I’d ever seen. I pulled my underwear off, revealing my body to him, allowing him to see the man he had revealed his soul to. Ben smiled as he looked at me, filling me with an overwhelming rush of joy, almost orgasmic. “I hope you won’t be disappointed,” Ben said, moving his hands to the waistband of his underwear. “I could never be,” I said. “You could never disappoint me.” He slid his underwear down, letting them fall to the floor, kicking them out the door and into the hall, grabbing my own and throwing them out too. I stared at his body, my eyes falling down to his magnificent cock which was already getting hard. It looked as if he was the thickness of Jay but also the length of Will, creating the perfect example of a penis. His balls, the source of two of the sexiest men I knew, hung low and were of a considerable size. “What do you think?” he asked, reaching down and giving his dick a tug. “I think it’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen,” I told him. “No wonder you fucked so many women. With a cock like that, what other choice do you have?” Ben smiled and then climbed up onto the bed, hovering over me, looking down with a burning passion I couldn’t wait to be consumed by. He leaned down and kissed me, his body pressed against mine. I was consumed by his warmth, my hands reaching for his back so I could pull him down on me. I wanted to ravage him, to explore every aspect of his body until there wasn’t anything of Ben Ryder that I didn’t know by heart. “Wow,” he said, breaking the kiss. “You have really wanted this.” “You have no idea,” I said. Ben looked down at his cock, a steady stream of precum leaking out. “Looks like I won’t be needing any lube. Unless, you have some…” “No,” I said. “I’m fine. I trust you.” Ben smiled, kissed me again, and then pushed himself back up, towering over me. He looked like a god. “Ready?” “I’ve been ready for years,” I told him, my legs lifted up, revealing my hole. “I’ll go slow,” he said, directing his cock head toward my puckered hole. “Don’t,” I told him. “I can’t wait. I need you inside me.” Ben smiled and then pressed his cock against my hole, forcing his thick, burning dick into my body. I felt myself shaking, months of being fucked by Will, Peter, and Dom not enough to open my body to a man as magnificent as Ben. “Are you alright?” he asked. “Keep going,” I said. Ben hadn’t mentioned anything about a condom, and I didn’t want him to notice as the high of the moment had not yet disappeared. If I kept him inside of me and got him fucking my ass, he’d fail to notice, and I’d feel him shoot his load deep inside my guts. I could feel every inch entering me. I watched as his face contorted to the waves of pleasure coursing through his body as he entered me, filling me. “Fuck me,” I told him, his eyes meeting mine. “Fuck me hard.” Ben smiled. “I’ve waited so long for a man to tell me that,” he said. He started thrusting into me, his cock hitting my prostate and driving me wild. Everything I had felt when I had been fucked by Will was multiplied as the man of my deepest desires drove his cock deep into my body, filling me in ways no one else ever could. I watched the sweat pouring down Ben’s face, admiring his heaving chest as he kept up the pace, drilling my hole. He fucked just as well, if not better, than the men half his age. He was everything I ever wanted, and now I had him. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. “Oh, fuck me!” “You like that?” “Fuck me harder,” I cried. “You want my load?” he taunted. “Here it comes.” I was lost in the moment, knowing that I was to be filled with the seed of this righteous man. Every hope I had ever had in connection with this moment was being fulfilled. “Dad?” I heard the voice, and I instantly knew who was standing in the doorway. I sat up, grabbing for sheets, trying to cover myself as my eyes rested on the shocked expression of Will Ryder. I watched as he looked from me to Ben, time slowing down around us. Ben climbed off the bed, turning to his son, his cock, swelling from his needed release, ejaculating ropes of his cum all over the floor. ___________________________________________________________________ I tried several versions of how to get Ben to this point and into Pastor Kline's bed. I hope this didn't disappoint. I know there's a lot of dialogue, but I felt it was needed. I couldn't just have Ben jump into bed with no consideration for how he got there. Anyway, thanks for reading this far!