Newb1012

Met a high school guy on Grindr.  He was a tennis jock, just turned 18.  Blond, blue eyes, 5’10”, 6pack.  I was 45, fit 6’ 170, masculine…  but with a weakness for young top jocks.  He Kissed like a pro, then put me on my knees sucking his thick cut 7” cock.  He ordered me on all 4s on the bed facing the dresser mirror.  “I want you to watch me fuck you”  He went to town on my ass.  Any time my head dipped down, he grabbed my hair and pulled it up so I was watching him use me.  The condom rolled off inside and he told me I’d just have to fish it out of my pussy later.  That turned him on, so he started fucking harder.  His chest was tight muscles and face locked in a grimace.  He told me to look in his eyes.  As soon as he said that, he grunted and exploded inside my ass.  He collapsed on my back and we layed like that for a while with his cock still in me.

On 9/23/2019 at 12:11 PM, officeslut said:

I’d been a late bloomer for most of my life. Accepting myself as gay was hard and so I only lost my virginity at 27 after I had moved to Berlin for a new job. After that I was still pretty shy but grindr and other apps helped me make up for lost time at least a little.

Maybe a year later I was sitting at my desk bored off my ass and decided to have a look on grindr. As it was still pretty early there was not much going on nearby, but I soon got a message from a guy who was really close by asking if I was also working at his company. Turns out I was. He was only 22 and his profile pic was a headless but nicely toned torso with a pretty nice bulge. We messaged a bit back and forth and then he sent me a pic of his cock and asked if I would suck him. Being shy I hesitated at first, but I was intrigued by the idea of having sex at work, so I agreed. I had no idea what I was in for.

He told me to go to a bathroom that was pretty secluded where we probably wouldn’t be disturbed, switch off the lights and get naked; then text him to come. So that’s what I did. He got in shortly after and opened his pants. I couldn’t see a thing. We got closer and he pushed my head down on his cock telling me I was now his bitch and I should suck him good. This light dom/sub play was new to me and I hesitated for a moment, but he used that moment to push his cock deep in my mouth and made me gag on it with his hands holding my head tight. That’s when I clicked. I loved being his bitch and gagging on his big cock, so I just started sucking as if my life depended on it. “That’s right, bitch.” He said. “Swallow my cock. You like it, don’t you?” We kept going for a while and I really enjoyed it. When I started jerking my dick, though, he heard me fapping and twisted my nipple. “No, slut! You are to please me and not yourself.” I was his bitch and I was in heaven.

It took him just a little longer until his breathing got harder and he said: “I’m about to cum and you’re gonna swallow it. If you really don’t want to, clap your hand twice on my butt and I’m gonna stop. But I would be very disappointed.” I thought about it. Did I really want this young guy, whose face I had never seen, cum into my mouth and then swallow it? I was too far gone though. I was his bitch. So I kept going and increased my sucking.

“Yeah that’s right, bitch. You’re mine. Here it comes.” And he came with a big load down my throat, that I somehow managed to swallow completely. “Now lick it clean. I don’t wanna go back to work with a sticky cock.”, he said. When I was done, he put his cock back in his pants, zipped up and before he left the bathroom he told me: “You can finish yourself off now, slut, and wait at least 5 minutes before you leave! I don’t want you to see my face.” I only managed to say thank you and then he was gone.

 

TO BE CONTINUED

Hot story!

On 12/19/2017 at 9:20 PM, Bbcumdump4u said:

So this story happened to me a couple of years ago and really helped solidify my love of getting bred and getting gangbanged.  It all started when i was visiting New York city for the first time by myself.  I had some family drama where I had finally come out and they basically disowned me, so instead of going home for the holidays I ended up going to NYC.  While there I decided to visit the local gay bars/clubs to get a feel for everything.  At the time I was pretty innocent, i had barely had sex and was still just coming to terms with being gay.  Most of the bars I went too were pretty normal nothing crazy, maybe some with pictures of naked men on the walls but still nothing too insane.  Then I met him, a tall muscular, blond guy must have been in his 30's (I was about 21-22 at the time).  I noticed him and he noticed me and came over.  Being super shy, I didn't really know how to talk to him and was stumbling all over myself.  Suprisingly he found it very cute (which I believe is because he knew he was going to corrupt me).  This handsome, musclar man was talking to me and I was putty in his hands.  Eventually after a couple more drinks he asked me if I wasnted to hit up another bar with him, thinking nothing of it he took me into his arms and lead me to another bar.   Walking in the first thing I found interesting was that they searched me and had a sign saying they were not liable for anything being stolen.  The front of the bar was normal, but he had no intention of showing me the front.  Unknown to me, the back was a dark room where men fucked to their hearts content and this man took me back there.

 

At first I had no idea what was going on, i was in his arms being led into this pitch black back area.  He whispered into my ear its ok.  Then i heard it, the unmistakable sounds of sex and moaning.  My eyes slowly got adjusted and I saw men just clustered around sucking and fucking.  My heart rate increased and at first I tried to turn around to head back.  But the guy had a firm grip on me and pushed me back.  I felt my legs hit what must have been a table and my ass was leaning on it.  The guy walked up grabbed me and turned me around, pushing me down onto the table.  I tried to resist at first until I felt his weight on top of me.  Whispering into my ear he told me that he knew i wanted this, that i was going to be his.  To my suprise, I found deep down I was agreeing with him.  Yes i was scared but more than that I was excited.  I felt his hands start rubbing my crotch and I inadvertaly moaned.  He pulled my pants down while I was still pushed on the table and I felt it.  His hard cock pressed on my cheeks.  He pushed on my back and began bent down and started to rim me.  I started moaning more which drew the attention of other guys.  As I was moaning a dick was shoved into my face, not really in the mood to suck I at first ignored it.  My captor though had other plans.  He got up and pulled my hair back, pain flared on my head.  Open your mouth bitch, he said to me, to that cock.  Now I was scared and didnt know what to do.  He shoved my head into the other guys crotch and told me to suck again.  This time i took his cock in my mouth and listened to him.

 

Good boy he said as we rubbed his dick on my hole.  I was about to complain when he grabbed my arms and shoved in.  Pain shot through me, my ass felt like it was going to rip open.  Im not sure how big he was but It felt like it was huge and i started to whimper.  Please take it out, please it hurts.  I asked and my captor just pushed in more.  No lube just the little spit from his tongue he was fucking my innocent hole.  He held me down so I couldnt resist and pounded away.  This hole is mine now bitch, take that dick, im going to breed your hole.  And thats when it really hit me that this guy was not only forcing his dick in me, he didnt have a condom.  I tried to reisit more and get up but he just held me down fucking away.  Suddenly I felt him push really deep and started grunting real loud, fuck yeah take that load take it bitch.  I felt my insides getting warm and his dick twitching in me.  A part of me was hurting and scared but a fire had been burning, my desire had started to form.  Thinking this was over as he pulled out I thought ok now I can get up and get away.  However my captor had other plans, he walked around the table still holding me down and offered my ass to the others in the room.  Holding me down he said that my hole was open to be used.  I was going to complain and so no, but something stopped me.  I just couldnt say no, a part of me wanted more.  Not long after another dick was shoved into my hole.  This time it wasnt as bad, my captors lube helped out, and this time i actually was enjoying it.  The second guy who i had no idea looked like was just fucking away grunting and moaning.  Running his hands all over me as I was still being held down.  My captor egging him on, telling him to breed me.  He started to grunt and shot his load in me as well.  Soon a line had formed, i felt one dick after another fuck me.  For a good two hours my hole took a dick and I lost count of how many guys fucked me.  By the end of it I was begging for more, asking for more loads.  My captor no longer held me down, I willingly was offering my ass to people.  At the end of the night the guy whispered into my ear I knew you were a little pig, I saw it when i first laid eyes on you, you will always want bare dick from now on.  And he was not wrong.

Fucking hot story!!

On 5/13/2020 at 12:18 PM, Guest Blockedover said:

"The door is unlocked..."

I sent this message to a random guy I had never chatted with before this evening. I was in a daze. It was a late night, I had a lot of fun, but I fell into the typical spiral of coming home feeling lonely and horny. However, this time, my roommates were gone. His profile on Grindr didn't have a photo. Only an age, his stats, and his relative location. He was 35, he had indicated he was an otter, and the app said he was 10 kms away. 

We chatted a little bit prior to this message and he indicated he was in town on business but leaving early the next day. I wasn't sure when that next day was. Was it today, as in early in the morning, or was it the following day? I didn't care. I just wanted to get fucked, but I was also exhausted and my inhibitions were low. I sent him my address and told him I would be asleep. Before that we talked a little bit. He asked if I was a bottom, I said I was verse. He asked if I was alone, I told him I was and have a house to myself for the week. For some reason, I also told him I just got laid off and that I was essentially without plans for the foreseeable future. 

I was home alone for the week and I had just recently been laid off. The days were all blending together and I mostly woke up, showered, got stoned, went out and partied with friends, and went to bed. This day was no different, except that I had reached a new level of desperation, sending my address to a profile with very little information. However, I had experienced enough flakey chats (and have been the flakey chatter) enough times to know that the odds of something happening were pretty low. 

I didn't hear from him again. After a few minutes I thought to myself, fuck it, I am too tired to jerk off and I reached over into my bedside table, took a couple sleeping pills, rolled over and fell asleep wearing ripped old underwear and nothing else. It was 3:30 am in the dead of winter and I planned on sleeping for as long as I could. 

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I woke up to the sound of rustling. I opened my eyes slightly, but it was dark still and it didn't feel like I had slept long. My face was buried in my pillows and I my body was covered in my sheets and blankets. I did not think anymore of it and closed my eyes and intended to fall back asleep. 

I heard the rustling again. This time I noticed the sound was from in my room and that it was a familiar sound. It was the sound of clothing being removed. I was still half out of it, partially because of exhaustion and likely partially because of my prescription sleeping pills. As I slightly opened my eyes again I gained the energy to move my head slightly and began to look back. 

"Keep your head down and forward." 

It was a command. I had not quite recalled the situation I had created for myself, or that I even wanted it, so I started to feel a sense of fear, with also a sense of excitement. I was ready to follow commands. 

I kept my head down. 

I felt hands on the bed and my body through the covers. Whoever he was, he lifted himself up and onto the bed over the blankets and over me. He lifted up the covers and slid his hands up the bed along the inside of my legs until he reached my ass. My heart was pounding. I had very little energy or will to move, but I remembered the messages I had sent. It was still pitch black out, but as it was the middle of winter, it was entirely possible it was as late as 7 am. I had no idea and I was too afraid to move to check my phone. 

I could feel him shifting and moving the sheets and blankets, allowing him to get half under the covers, bringing his face to my ass. He was massaging my ass through my old ripped underwear I liked to sleep in. I had hoped he was going to pull them off, but instead, he must have noticed a hole in them, because he ripped them in half at the crack of my ass. Now my hole and cheeks were exposed to him. He started to eat me out and all I could do was groan. 

He kept this up for a few minutes, tonguing my hole and reaching under my body to grab my balls. Only minutes has passed but going from sleeping, to half awake, to now being tongued out by a stranger while still in bed in the pitch black of early morning was sending my body into a frantic horny overdrive. 

He stopped eating my ass and I groaned again, wanting and hoping for more. I heard more sounds. This time there was the sound of glass, loose plastic, the sounds of caps opening and closing, and more sounds and noises I couldn't quite visualize. A few seconds later I felt wet fingers on my asshole. He rubbed what I assumed to be lube around my asshole and slowly inserted a finger into my ass. He shifted forward as he did so and brought his other hand up to my face. In his hand was a cloth and he covered my mouth and face and he issued another command.

"Breathe deep. This will help you relax." 

I did as he told me and felt the euphoria rush over me. I also felt warmth and tingling in my ass. There was a lot going on but all of it felt great. 

"Don't move. I gave your address to a few other guys. They are on their way. I don't leave till tomorrow and I plan on whoring you out."

The euphoria stuttered for a second. He kept his hand and the cloth over my face. I couldn't see and I couldn't respond, all I could do was keep breathing in while he fingered my ass. I felt like I should be afraid, that I shouldn't have put myself in this situation, but each second he fingered me and each second I breathed in, the more there wasn't any chance for the fear to find a place to take hold. I just felt incredibly horny. He moved his hand away from my face and moved away from my body, pulling his finger out of my ass, and I heard him going through his things. Seconds later he was back, with his finger inside of me again. He dove deep and I could feel him spreading the lube around my hole and coating my insides. All I could do was let the fever over take me as I pushed back on his finger and rubbed my cock in my ripped underwear along my bedsheets.

He pulled his finger out, I heard more noises of plastic and glass, then felt him shift again, bringing his legs up and behind my ass. I heard him take a deep breath in and out and I could tell he was using poppers. I took a couple of huffs, closed the bottle, and shifted all of his weight forward. His cock was at the entrance of my hole and as he pushed forward he dove in. His body was on top of mine and his cock was inserted completely in my ass. It didn't hurt at all. Everything about the last 5-10 minutes created the conditions where I was ready to take his dick without pause. It felt amazing and it felt like my ass and my body were on fire. I wanted more. 

He started a quick rhythm, in and out, pumping into my ass without a pause. It felt like he was clearly here to get off. I didn't care, I just didn't want it to stop. He barely said a word, he didn't ask me if I was okay, he just fucked. My ripped underwear started to get in a way a bit and cause a bit of friction between his body and mine. He stopped for a second, ripped the underwear completely off of me. I felt him move around a bit, with some familiar sounds, all the while his cock was still in my hole. He started to slowly push in and out again while leaning forward and placing something around my neck. I didn't move, but I could only assume it was my ripped underwear, now being used to restrain me further. He tightened it around my neck, not enough to choke me or really to restrict my breathing, but enough to give him extra leverage as he plowed my hole. He grunted and my ass and his body started to make a bit of noise. He reached forward with his other hand and placed the poppers under my nose. 

"Im gonna cum quick and I am gonna fuck you hard. Get ready, you better relax."

After a few huffs from me and a few huffs from him, he went to town. The noises in the room were dominated by the sound of my own submission. He plowed me hard and fast, deep and steady, with big long strokes. My ass and body felt warm, my mind was incredibly fuzzy, and overall I could only think of how elated I felt. I felt like my only purpose was to be fucked. He didn't continue for long. At this point my whole bed was rocking and creaking and I was so grateful I was home alone. I wouldn't be surprised if people walking outside could hear us. Thankfully it was ungodly early, cold, and bleak outside. The only ones who were witness to what was happening was us. He pulled tighter on the ripped underwear around my neck, lifting my head slightly and pulling me back. It became harder to breathe. 

He pushed three more times and spasmed. I could feel his cock jerking hard against the edges of my sphincter. One, two, and three short spurts. He shifted slightly deeper. More jerking. He pulled out slightly and I could feel just a few more jerks and spasms of his cock before he pulled out and rested his cock head at my hole. He slapped his cock a few times, perhaps admiring the feeling, or maybe he could see the view, I wasn't sure, but with a few slaps he was up and moving. As he got off the bed I realized I didn't want it to end. I was overcome with ravenous desire. I wanted more. I needed more. Something had shifted in me. There were contrasting and competing energies in me. Exhaustion from the lake of sleep and probably the sleeping pills, but also, an elemental driving energy radiating from hole and up towards the rest of my body. I felt calm, excited, horny, and like I could barely move. My ripped underwear was still at my neck, but without the tension of being held by a strange man who wanted to abuse my hole. 

"Your next guy is almost here. Im going, but I am coming back. Im leaving some supplies here. Don't move, don't fight it, just let the guys fuck you. I want to fuck you again in a few hours. Have fun." With that I heard him walk towards the door.

"Oh... just in case, I am taking your wallet as collateral." I heard him leave. 

The door was still unlocked. I could try and get up and lock it, I could have done a whole bunch of different things to stop what was about to happen. But I didn't. I couldn't. I wanted the cock. I looked back around at the table next to my bedroom door where I had a small plate where I kept my wallet, and sure enough, it was gone. I felt a mix of emotions, but my head felt too heavy to do much else. I guess I would just have to believe he was coming back for his stuff, including me. 

For at this point, I was his and he could do what he wanted with me. 

I put my head back down and closed my eyes and waited. 

Who knew what was going to happen next. 

 

Amazing story!  Thank you!!

On 2/20/2023 at 12:02 PM, SpongeBase said:

You... 

We met late in the night a few years back. You messaged me on grindr, a blank profile, looking for something. I know when a guy messages me, a profile with no picture and profile, that they are desperate. Horny. Craving for something that can't find in someone they know. Too much shame. 

You messaged me with a simple, "Hey... looking?"

The conversation started out innocently enough, but I pushed your boundaries. Your profile, also blank with just an age. 27.

You send a picture and I notice that you look familiar. I realize you have a more open profile with a photo and that I follow you on Instagram, where you pretend to be anything but what you are. A slut. On this profile, you are no one. I can tell. 

I tell you I am looking to fuck a bottom. You are less than a 5 minute drive away, but it is 3 am. I don't want to waste time just to ghosted. I push again.

"What is your address? Into anon?"

Maybe that was too far. You don't respond for a while. I start chatting with other guys, but it is late and this isn't a big town. There are only so many options. I am stroking my cock, soaked with precum, thinking about planting it in a hot hole. I usually like to breed, but sometimes bottoms are too demanding and expect it to be safe. I respect that, but I want more. I am guessing you do too, because you respond a few minutes later. 

You send me a location pin and a picture of you ass up in a jockstrap, with nice furry and full asscheeks. My cock bounces. You are in a decent area in a nice little cul-de-sac of townhouses. You tell me you are on the bottom floor of the town house, in the bedroom right off the main entrance. You tell me you are nervous but horny. You watch a lot of anon porn, but you worry. Then you mention you are stoned and hitting poppers. 

"I can be there in 5 minutes. You ready?"

No response. 

Im so hard, so horny. I really need to cum. There are a couple of other guys I am chatting with. One, a guy I fucked before, but it is getting late and he can't host. Another, a top. A guy from out of town who is up before heading out for a flight. But I am also a top. I tell him I am chatting with you, joking about how hot it would be to tag team you, we could both fill you up. I figure I should shoot my shot and see what happens. 

"Im headed towards you."

I hop in my car and head over to that area. When I arrive I pull up your Instagram profile. You are a handsome guy. Everything about your on your other grindr profile and social media profiles shows you as an innocent, even vanilla guy. Your pictures and posts are all positive things. Raising money for a charity, sharing important news about another issue in the local community, and other content that suggests your virtues and values are strong, positive, and just. Such a good boy. You do so much community work, so many positive things. I wonder, do people know you are up at 3am, craving anonymous dick from strangers while you sniff poppers and smoke weed? I doubt it. Your shame holds you back but invites me in. Maybe this is just another form of service for you. 

"Im on your street."

I don't know which house you are in, but I figure if I end up even closer and on your street you will have to say yes. It doesn't take me long until I am on your street. A quiet little street. 

I get a message. It is from the other top. He agrees, tag teaming would be hot. I send him the pictures you sent me, and a location pin.

"Im on his street, waiting for him to invite me in." You are not aware of the scenario I am dreaming up for you. Maybe you do. Maybe this is your dream.

He sends me a pic of his cock. Uncut, long, big swooping mushroom head. I don't bottom, but I see the appeal. I'd love to watch it disappear into your little good boy hole. You message. 

"Fuck. Okay. You play safe? Im really nervous."

I don't want to play safe. I want to breed your hole. I want to fill you up as you contract your hole around my cock as it creams you deep. Just thinking about it makes me ooze. 

"I didnt bring any condoms. Prefer to fuck raw."

You take a few moments to respond, meanwhile, the other top responds. 

"I gotta head out to catch a flight soon. I could swing by if you want, we could fuck him together." I am intrigued. But I am not even invited in. I decide to get pushy. Test your limits, for the first time, but not the last. 

"Look, I am not into playing games. You wanna get used or not? Im in a car with a dripping hard on and I am going to have to get off soon. I can fuck you, it can be quick. I am safe and I get tested, but I don't have condoms on me. You want me to fuck you or not? I can be in there in 1 minute. Im outside in the green Jetta." I figure this is it. He either wants it or he doesn't. But I suspect he wants it. I suspect he wants more than he knows. I message the other top. 

"If he doesn't want to fuck, we could meet up and jerk off outside together?" He agrees and he is dressed and ready to leave. I tell him to meet me on the street and we can decide what do after that, but then you message. 

"Okay. Im face down and ass up. You have to be quiet and quick. Come in and fuck me, and leave. Im in number 13. Cool?"

You, the good boy, are about to get raw dogged by a total stranger. Maybe two? 

I reply, "Cool. Get ready."

I tuck my hard dick into the waistband of my sweats. It is 7 inches and uncut. I have not trimmed in ages and honestly, I am not the fittest or most attractive guy, but it is my dick and my load that matters to you. You want that. Not me. I message the other top. 

"I am going to fuck him. He is in number 13. When I am done fucking him Ill message you and let you know if he is into it."

The other top likes this. "Fill that fag up". I will. I will fill you, the fag. The slut. The goodboy who has a dirty little secret. 

I enter the house and see the door slightly ajar to a room off the main hall way. I walk in and there you are. Ass up and face down. As the door creaks open, I hear you moan, followed by deep inhalations of poppers. Your ass is caught in the little bit of light available in the dark room. You are thick, thick and a faggot. 

I drop my clothes and climb on the bed. I place a hand and roughly push on top of your back as I straddle you. I want you to know I am in charge. 

"You want this?"

You whimper. There is no hope for you. I slap my dick against your hole. I dont see condoms or lube, just your hole and my wet dick. Globs of precum oozing out of the slit. I rub it up and down your crack, teasing your hole. Preparing it for what it wants. Im so charged up I feel like I could cum at any moment. 

I spit a huge wad down your crack, rub it in with my dick. You didnt get fingered, you don't have any lube, and I am about to slide into you whether you are ready or not. Something tells me you have never been more ready. I start to ease in. I feel zero resistance. Just warmth and pleasure. I moan and you hit the poppers. I start to notice your movements. I suspect you are more than just stoned and poppered up, maybe more shame and secrets, but right now all I care about is getting off and maybe getting you tag teamed. 

I feel my phone vibrate. I put some weight behind my push and I slip more inside you, not all the way, but enough to start finding some rhythm. You keep hitting those poppers. 

"Yeah fag." I ease those words out, breathy and slow. This seems to ignite something in you. Perhaps it triggers that delicious shame you feel. That dirty side of you that you are so afraid to let out. It is dark and a strangers dick is easing its way inside you and you are stoned and getting high off fumes. You have no fucking choice but to be exactly who you are. This little faggy slut who is going to get my load. You want it. 

The other top is on the street. I snap a dark blurry pic of my dick in your hole. You dont even notice, but I send it to the top. Time to push more limits. I start moving in and out a bit more, building up rhythm and power. I feel the pull of your insides as they drag along my dick as I pull out and push in. I bottom out on each thrust and feel your round ass cushioning my hips. My balls slap your taint. This feels electric and I can tell you like it too. You have been huffing poppers since I have arrived. 

Push those limits. "Fuck dude, this is hot. You take a lot of dick?"

Whimpers and moans. No clear responses. Hearing you moan like a pathetic little bitch makes me feel primal. I want to destroy you. You want it too. I know it. 

"You are such a faggot. You like this?"

I hear you groan out a slow and low, "yeah". 

"Yeah? you like that? You love dick dont you fag?"

You are muttering, not totally coherent. The poppers have you flying. 

"You got anyone else lined up?"

The directness seems to startle you a bit. You tense up a bit and just you do, I give you two big slams with my cock and body. You whimper again. Tension disappears.

You plead. "No, just you. Fuck."

Push those limits. "Yeh? You ever get tag teamed? I wanna watch you take a dick"

You tense up again. I feel my phone vibrate. I slam into you again, but this time lay my body on top of yours and put my mouth next to your ear as I start to plow away. I wrap my arms around you as my dick fills you up, takes away your control, and I own you. 

"Fuck yeh fag. You love that don't you. Being a whore for strangers. Yeh, you like that?"

You can't breathe much. I have you wrapped so tightly. 

"Keep hitting those poppers faggot. I know you want this. You are going to take my dick and my load, I am going to fill you up. Is that what you want?" I know it is working. I have seen sluts like you many times, taking my dick, the dick of others, hungry for it and just needing the permission to let go. Let me give you permission. 

I am sliding in and out when I feel the phone vibrate again. I sit up a bit, planting my dick deep in your hole, all the way, with force, causing you to pull away. I am causing you some discomfort, but I pull you back. You are not in control.

I am. 

"Keep poppering up. Come on. Gooooood boy."

You like it when I call you good boy. I can tell. Your ass loosens just at the words alone. 

"You gonna be a good boy for me? Do what I say? Do anything I ask?"

Whimpers. Moans. It is almost pathetically predictable. You only exist for me in this moment. 

"I have another top nearby. He wants to fuck you too. Im gonna invite him over and he will fuck you when I am done. Ill line it up for you."

You have let go. You have not said yes, you have not said no. You just let me drive it into you. 

"He is on his way over. Last chance dude."

You try to get some words out, but I keep laying my pipe down hard. My thrusts disrupt your speaking.

"I... (thrust)... I don't... (thrust)... fuck... I can't (thrust)" I don't let up. 

Push those limits. "You do what I want. You take this cock. You love it dont you? Im close, but you wont be finished. You need more. Hit those poppers fag. Goodboy. Daddy's little slut."

You do as you are told. You hit those poppers. Your limits are blown. You are going to get fucked. 

I message the guy on the street. "Come in. I am almost done. His hole is ready for you."

Minutes later I hear the door open. I think you do too. You hit the poppers harder and harder. You are trying to inhale away the shame, the lust, and the desire. I am thrusting it back into you. 

The room is dark and I can only just make out the other top as he comes in. When he comes into view he is already half naked, with a hard cock sticking out from under a polo shirt. A daddy on business. Hot. He lines his dick up with your mouth and grabs your hair and shoves it in. You just take it. The sight is almost too much. I start to pick up the rhythm and move closer, laying on top of you again. I am right next to your head as you get facefucked by this other stranger. I know nothing about him, you know even less.

I pick up speed and drive deeper. You are being shoved back and forth with my movement. My thrusts are pushing you forward, impaling you on this strangers cock. I whisper in your ear. 

"I am going to breed you now boy, then he is going to breed you. You are going to get filled up with cum from strangers. You are such a faggot."

I keep whispering. Telling you what you already know turns me on. It drives me wild. You know these truths, but saying them outloud, in this room drenched in desire and pathetic attempts and hiding your true nature, I am seeing who you really are. Nothing but someone to please other people. Maybe that is what is true across these two identities. You just exist to be here for others, including me. This cock. Inside you. Coating your asshole in precum, lubing you up for the next guy. 

My whispers light up the shame inside you. You seem ravenous. You want to be ravished, consumed. Now you just grunt as you drool around his cock and take mine.

Im so close. I have not cum in days. Your hole and this scene, your desperation, they take me to the edge. 

I tighten my grip around you, one arm around your neck, the other pulling your hips and ass closer into me. You can't escape, you need to feel all of me in and outside of you. 

You start to try and speak, but both cocks, mine and his, make it hard.

"Plleee.... ohhh... plea... fuck... oh fuck... plea"

I worry you are getting second thoughts. This angle has prevented you from taking poppers. I keep fucking deep. Just as I do, the other top grabs your poppers, takes a hit, and then puts them under your nose, you have no choice but to breath. My arm and his cock have you trapped. You take deep hits. 

"Unnhh, unnnhhh, unnnhhhh" You become nothing. Just a hole. I lose control. 

"Fuck (thrust) here it (thrust) comes (thrust)" I spasm. Pumping deep for a few pushes, then I sit there as I spasm, deep inside your hole. I feel you tightening around my cock. You are going completely limp as I fill you up. The other top has a hold on your poppers and your jaw. 

I feel like my entire being enters you and finds it way deep inside. I keep pulsing, shooting, offering up my body to your shame. 

I sit there for a few moments when I feel the other top tap my shoulder as I shudder out a few more drops into your ass. 

"My turn" he says. His turn to own you. 

Are you ready?

You are gooned out of your mind. He pulls out of your mouth and all you can do is drool and leave your tongue hanging.

I slide out, stumble back away from the bed slightly. The other top moves around. You start to push up a bit, out of it, but trying to regain some control. He doesn't let you. Before you can re-adjust, he is in you. 

You are ready. 

I have made you ready. 

I stand there and watch while my dick drips long strings of jizz onto the carpeted floor behind your bed. I feel my phone vibrate as I watch the other top slide his dick inside you, making your head board rattle against the wall. My head is light while I witness your fists grip the pillows and sheets. If you thought I was rough, you might be longing for my tenderness now. He is abusing you.

What a good boy. 

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maybe to be continued

Hot fucking story!!!

On 2/22/2023 at 1:23 PM, Pampix said:

One of the best fucks I ever had was also with one of my students. And also he ended his studies 5 years before we met. We met each other on a gay dating site and were quite surprised to encounter each other. Both of us are pulically/socially not known as being gay. So the surprise was even bigger. We ended up dating and it was a very interesting puwerexchange. Me being a submissive bottom and he wanting to top. It was amazing that he was fucking his teacher and filling me with his semen and for me also it was amazing of being fucked and bred by one of my former students. We had our powerdynamic upside down and it was fantastic!

That’s so fucking hot!  I love the upside down power dynamic.  I’m a fit 50 year old… hot as fuck to be used by a guy in his 20s.  Treated like a fucktoy slut.

The power dynamic is definitely hot…  being naked and vulnerable while the top is clothed, just exposed enough to use his inferior.

I served a Latin top guy for a long time.  He was 10 years younger, muscular, and about 5’6”.  That’s a theme with me…  the power reversal of a younger, smaller or shorter guy making me his bitch.  I’m 6’ with a slim fit build.  Anyway, this guy definitely got off on making me get naked in public to serve him.

One time, we met in a Walmart parking lot at night in the winter.  When he saw my car, he texted “get naked.”  I stripped.  I thought he was coming to my car, but he pulled about 100 feet away.  Then the next text said, come over.  I started to pull the car out, but he texted, “on foot.”  There was snow on the ground, but I shut off my car, got out butt naked, and ran to his car.  He had locked his doors and laughed at my panic before he unlocked.  Once inside, he just pulled out his dick to use me.  When he was done, I had to run back to my car naked.

Another time, we met in a local park.  As I followed him through the trails, he would ask for pieces of my clothes.  He put them in a ratty backpack he brought.  When I was fully naked, he pulled out my briefs and hung the pack in a tree.  He led me at least another 100 yards past my clothes.  Then he pulled the briefs over my head and pushed me against a tree.  He started fucking me.  I heard footsteps and guys muttering.  I don’t know how many there were.  He wouldn’t let them touch me, but they watched him fuck me.  I could hear them jerking off.  They were all around me.  One guy grunted and I felt his load on my face, then another guy unloaded on my back, then another and another.  Finally, my top grunted and bred me deep.  As he was coming down from his orgasm, he told the remaining guys to fuck off.  When he pulled my briefs off my head, it was just us.  He said, “you’re a fucking mess!” And muttered “disgusting.”  I followed him to my stuff.  He took off as I dressed as fast as I could.

I had a hot young Alpha shove me against a tree over a ravine in a public park.  He was 24, I was 44.   He used spit for lube and entered me in one thrust with his 9” cock.  I cried out.  It was the first time I was truly fucked.  He cupped his hand over my mouth and went to town on my ass.  I cried and whimpered into his hand with hikers down below.  It was probably 15 minutes, but felt like longer.  Tears were streaming down my face.  He leaned into my ear and said “gonna breed your cunt” grunted and unloaded his cum inside.  I could feel his cock pulsing.  First true fuck, first raw fuck, first breeding.  While I was coming to terms with all of that, I felt warm and wet inside.  He pissed in me.  He pulled out laughing…  “don’t pretend you didn’t want any of that… that’s my ass now!”

The most men I’ve had use me is 4.  They blindfolded me and all took turns on both holes.  The main guy was a masseur and he hosted in his massage studio.  The masseur was in his 40s and muscular Italian.  The other guys were in their 20s, one Latin, one black guy, one white guy, all fit bodies.  I was on the table on my back taking all cocks.  The hottest moment had the masseur kneeling over my face, balls dipping in my mouth as he watched his younger buddies take turns fucking me.  He came hard all over my chest and stomach.  I felt so many hot streams of cum land on me.  The guy fucking me blew inside me watching it and pulled out.  The white guy was next.  He scooped up the masseur’s cum and coated his cock with it as lube.  They all laughed and high-fived each other.