Ranger Rick

I'd been chatting with this guy on Grinder since Monday but finally met today. He didn't have pics so I had no idea what to expect when I went to his apartment. But when I got there ... jackpot. A ginger jock with a linebacker build. My ideal! So we made out and sucked and made out some more. He Wanted to fuck But only covered So we got wrapped. Fucked. Flipped. Fucked some more. After we both got off I went to the shower. He followed. We made out some more then got on the bed and did it all again.

There is one young guy who always insists on flipping and he is really terrible at topping. Maybe it's because I don't like to bottom and can't enjoy it unless the guy knows what the fuck he's doing.

Just a few minutes ago, I finished playing solo with an electro-stim kit from Fort Troff while watching the Popper Training Compilation video on xTube. After I finished and was cleaning up, I started thinking, "What if I had heart attack or something while doing that? Wouldn't that have been a tableau for whoever found my carcass?" https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/popper-trainer-compilation-for-popperbators-only-male-25990081

As weird as the fact that rape, torture, and snuff fiction are OK here but the line is drawn at doggy style? That seems weird to me. I'll probably get an infraction for saying that. But it is weird.

I have a lot more control when fucking ass so I prefer that

There is a guy I fuck who has in the almost a year I've been fucking him become kind of a cm dump. He is utterly terrified that his friends will find out what a raw slut he is.

Hockey and loading multiple cubs would be a pretty awesome weekend for me. Had to settle for football, a cub, and a twink.

I almost have to wonder if there isn't a self-esteem component to it for some people. When people speak of a "Poz brotherhood," it makes me think at least some people... emphasize *some* people ... so desperate to belong to and be accepted by a group of peers and they think they have nothing else to offer but their blood. And maybe people who are already poz feel validated by having other people voluntarily join their click. I don't know.

Well so much for the epic Scooby-Doo slash fiction I was getting ready to post

Not sure if Coach was ever going to come through or not, but Chad set up an 'event' at the bath house where a blond twink from the community college ('Danny') and a bearded young cub from the Army base ('Dennis') were trussed up and bred by Chad and a dozen of his good buddies. Chad had lured the twink; meeting him on Grindr. Chad's shared pics showing a dick that swung almost to his knees was pretty powerful bait. The cub Dennis was a referral from one of his buds, who'd hooked up with him on BBRT. Most of his buddies were men in their thirties and forties, some regulars at the sex club, and others were just Chad's favorite fuckbuddies. The Army cub was a hairy fuck, about 6 foot tall and 220 pounds, and he climbs into the sling with a big smile on his face. "Come at me, bro!" he calls out, like he's ready to take on each of the 13 guys Chad has invited. The first to take him up on his offer is a tall, hairy viking nicknamed 'Redbeard,' a big furry ginger bear in his late forties. He sidled up between the cub's legs and pressed his thick heavy meat into the cub's hungry, eager hole. The cub took it like a trooper. "Aw, man, shit yes," the cub called. "Ride me fucker, that's right, ride my fucking shithole." Chad takes the first crack at the twink, who lies on his back on a bench; it was a rigged-up affair, a padded board attached to a pair of sawhorses; sort of like a weight bench, but higher off the ground so the bottom could be fucked without the top bending over. It also gave the bottom the option of lying on his stomach if he wanted the fucking anonymous, or on his back if he wanted to see the men who were fucking him. The twink chose to lie on his back. Chad begins by treating the little blond bitch to some firm pinches on his nipples. "Ow!" This makes Chad pinch even harder and the twink grimaces against it. “Just take the pain,” Chad tells him. “It will take your mind off what's happening next.” Chad then slaps his very, very large erect cock against the twink’s balls, showing off its full impressive length. The blond twink's eyes light up with a mixture of anticipation and fear. Chad slicks up his dick, with its head the size of a child's fist, with Aqualube as the blond takes in a long huff of poppers held out to him by Randy; a dark-haired, brown-eyed college student, aside from the twink the youngest guy there whose initiation to Chad's group had been on the very same rough bench. (Randy had been the center attraction at an event last year, and one of the few who got invited back. He was so fresh-faced and innocent the guys had just loved wrecking his sweet ass. There were rumors out that he was trading that sweet ass for drugs, now. Guess that sweet innocence didn't last too long.) As the poppers took hold, the twink puts his hands under his thighs the better to spread his legs and expose the pink star of his fuckhole. Chad begins the long and painful process of squeezing his enormous cock into the barely used hole, and both of them are locked in concentration; Chad from trying to squeeze his oversized dick into the tight spot, the twink from trying to bear up to the damage he knows his coming. The twink's smooth taut abdomen quivers, and the muscles in his arms... such as they were … tense and he grips the chains so tight red marks are gouged in his palms. He closes his eyes tight and grits his teeth; in agony but determined to off himself up as a sacrifice to Chad's big dick. The head finally squeezes into his tight hole and then the first four inches of his thick shaft and then the twink's face screws up and he cries out. "No, no, stop... hold on, I need to... um... just hold on..." Chad pauses just long enough for the twink to relax a little bit, then push the next four inches into his hole. "Oh... fuck...," the twink cries out again. Chad pushes all of it in, then draws out all but his head, the chains creak as he pulls out and the twink pushes back. Then he pushes in again. "Oh, fuck," the twink near tears, his knuckles white around the cold metal chains. He continues to complain as Chad begins really fucking him, building a pace and rhythm; and as Chad began really driving it home, the twink's cries and moans lose all coherence. Chad starts breathing faster and harder, and then he came with a few more hard thrusts. When he drew his cock out, its tip glistening with residual cum. The next guy to get a shot was Chad's buddy Carlo. Not as hung as Chad, but just as horny and twisted. He was one of the older guys, the deep lines on his face betrayed his black-dyed hair and pencil moustache. Carlo was doctor, and he wrote prescriptions for Viagra, Cialis, and Truvada for Chad and his other friends, and used the same to keep himself hard, erect, and undetectable. He also wrote prescriptions for Oxy for any young dude willing to let the doc rawfuck him. That wasn't the worst part; the worst part was that his wife didn't know about any of it. Carlo rubs his hard dick against the crease of the twinks buttcheeks a few times as the twink's holes, still wide from Chad's brutal assault, try to close. He slides into the twink's slick hole and gets to fucking rapidly, reaching a hard pistoning rhythm almost instantly. Nearby, Redbeard hadn't yet finished with the cub, but sweat is beading on his brow as he hard fucks the young, meaty soldier, who was loving every fucking second of it. “Oh, yeah, fuck me, daddy. Fuck me like that! FUCK ME LIKE THAT,” he shouts over the clanks of the chains of the sling. The other guys are starting to get really horned up watching all this and one of them, a biker bear called, no shit, 'Bear,' sported a thick beer-can of a chubby. Randy was getting cock-hungry and it doesn’t take long for him to get down on his knees and that beercock to find its way into his warm mouth and then deep into his throat. Bear cups the back of his head to make sure he takes it. Not that Randy needs the help. Randy joyously slobbers over the cockhead then took it deep back in his throat. Carlo came pretty quick, and you could tell when he was getting close because he got really tense and every vein in lean body stood out against his taut skin. He gave the twink his load after less than a minute and Redbeard came almost at the same time. Carlo shoots his load with a silent shudder, but Redbeard’s orgasm is accompanied by loud, gutteral groans of release. Bear comes almost at the same time, roaring, “Yeah, that’s suck my cum, you faggot” as Randy swallows eagerly. The twink, the Army cub, and Randy take simultaneous loads deep in their guts. After Carlo is finished, Big Eddie... a big, blond electrical lineman... steps up for his turn on the twink's ass. Bid Eddie wasn't as big as Chad... nobody was... but like Bear he was plenty thick. Even after the stretching Chad gave him, the twink wasn't ready for Big Eddie. "It hurts," whined the twink as Big Eddie's big thick cock enters his sore ass. The other men laugh at him. Over at the sling, Austin – a handsome, trim grad student in his early thirties with a chin strap beard – was lining up his cock against the cub's hole. Austin is wearing his leather harness and spots a 1 gauge PA at the head of his above average large pink cock. The sight of it makes the Army cub's eyes light up. “Oh, yeah, fuck me with that.” Austin smiles... he had great teeth... and plunges his dick into the cub's manhole. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” moaned the Army cub. “Shit… fuck…” “You're ... hurting... me...” the twink whined again from the fuck bench. “I can't do this anymore. I can't... I can't...” Without breaking rhythm at all, Big Eddie sticks his hand into the twink's mouth, "Somebody get me a gag." Daddy Ron ... the oldest guy there, with a paunchy gut and a handlebar moustache ... pulled a dirty red handkerchief from his back pocket and tied the rag over the twink's mouth, saying, “We've had enough of your whining, you pathetic whimpering little bitch. Now, will shut the fuck up and enjoy the privilege of superior men using your sad twink faggot ass!” After that, the twink got a lot quieter. The chloroform in the rag might have had something to do with it. It didn't knock him out, but once he breathed enough of it in, has was pretty much a helpless to spectator to everything that was done to him, which was a lot, and only got more perverse as the night went on. After Big Eddie's fat dick discharged one of his notoriously large loads into the twink, he moves over to the sling, planning to give the cub a ride once Austin shoost his load. The next guy up is Reggie the black state trooper; of course, without his uniform, he was just another light-skinned, big-dicked black guy whose dick had the most beautiful upward curve to its glistening brown and pink tip. He mounts the twink fast and rides him hard, muttering, “You like nigger dick, bitch? Take my nigger dick, bitch! Fuck you, you little white faggot bitch.” Meanwhile, the Army cub was getting his share of dick as well. His first ever ride in a sling, his first ever gang bang. The tatted cub eagerly took in each of the men who wanted to fuck his ass. His ass is hairy, and despite the multiple assaults has remained pretty tight, and the hairs around his asshole, though slick, provided friction. He verbally encouraged the men; not with groans, but with words. “Oh, yeah, fuck me dude. Give me that fucking load dude.” And, “Fuck, yeah, dude, screw it in me,” demanding a finishing thrust after the load is delivered. Fucking the twink was different. His slick, loosened hole briefly resisted each dick that invaded it. By the fourth fuck, his insides were so slick with lube and cum that his resistance was meaningless. Chad and Big Eddie had opened him up good, and as man thrusted a little harder and slapped it in rougher to create more friction and resistance than 'Danny's' ravaged ass could offer any more. His muscles still tensed and released, out of rhythm with the cocks that thrust inside. Load after hot load mixed with the others and his guts became a stew of DNA. Round about 2 or 3 in the morning, most of the men were spent by then. The cub was satisfied with the eight or nine loads he had taken, and the twink was out of it; eyes open, responsive to a touch or a command directed at him but otherwise pretty out of it. The twink’s sweet, smooth, round bubble-butt is dripping and his hole is gaping and raw after maybe ten or a dozen more guys have had their way with it. His eyes, color undetectable in the dim light, have glazed and his mouth hung open. Drool drips from a corner of his pale lips. Maybe at the back of his mind he realizes he got more than he bargained for, but this late in the game, he is powerless to do anything about it. Every time he so much as moaned, Daddy Ron or one of the other guys would cuff him upside the head. “Shut up, bitch-boy.” So he stopped after a while. As the party was winding down, Chad was whispering something in the cub's ear that makes his eyes light up. “Yes, sir,” he agrees eagerly. Chad makes Randy hold his hand under the cub's asshole while he pushes out the cumloads he has taken that night. Then Randy carries them over to the twink while two of Chad's buddies pull his legs apart, revealing a wide open, abused hole that has already leaking from a dozen loads. Randy presses his handful of loads into the twink's gaping hole; ensuring that every man in the place now has cum in the twink's ass. Randy then uses his own hard six-inch dick to push the cummy mass deep into the twink's rectal cavity. He pumps for two or three minutes; having spent himself three time already, he doesn’t cum but churns up the cum in the twink's asshole into a foamy mess. Then, the cub mounts the twink, pushing his thick stumpy dick into the twink's hole and pumping furiously until his load, too, was added. Chad, Big Eddie, and Daddy Ron all fuck the twink one last time for being a bitch. Finally, the twink is released from his restraints. Redbeard picks him up as he is quite unable to walk. The cum that has leaked from the twink's ass, they collect in a 7-11 Slurpee cup. Chad gives Randy a choice. “You can drink it, or you can be fucked with it. Which way do you want it?” “In my ass, sir,” Randy replies, a grin across his face. He mounts the “bench” and Chad fucks the loads into him while the remaining men shouted cheers and encouragement from the side. At the end of the night, Chad takes the twink home with him; poor thing was going to need to some tender loving care while his poor ass healed; and maybe some more care later on depending on whether anything in those loads that he took got into his bloodstream.

A month passed. Then another, and another. It seemed the only way Chad had to contact 'Coach' was a hotmail account. Seriously... Hotmail. If you ran into Chad at the bath house, showering off between fucks -- because Chad had no trouble loading 5 or 6 asses in the course of a night and frequently left for home with one or two boys in tow -- you could ask him if he had heard from 'Coach,' and he would make a face. "I don't know if he's just dicking with me or what, but he told me he didn't have a boy ready for the next event, so maybe the one after that." "Damn," said the other guys, in different ways. Chad shrugged, and casually toweled off the swinging brown cod between his legs, "He just says it'll be worth it." And then Chad would make eye contact with a twink who’d been eyeing him and excuse himself. He would then slide his hand around the twink's waist and under his towel. Without a word, he led the twink back to his room for what was guaranteed to be, if you knew Chad, a rough and thorough breeding.

Leo Stone

When the two of them were naked, Tommy pushed him down on the bed. Tommy began exploring Shane's hard muscled body. "I thought about this for long time," he said, running his hands over his pectorals and shoulders, tenderly touching his nipples with his fingertips. Shane was surprised to find himself getting turned on by Tommy's big body and probing hands. The touches across his chest were sending waves of electricity-like sensations across his bare body. He found himself getting turned on by Tommy's big body, the masculine strength and power it embodied. Soon, his hands were exploring Tommy's huge chest and massive shoulders. Shane was getting into it, the strength and power of Tommy's big body was becoming a great turn on to him. His cock was rock hard, and swordfighting with Tommy's thicker meat. Tommy's hand slid down Shane's back and after feeling his hard glutes, began to probe into his ass crack. It felt amazingly good. He then began playing with Shane's butthole. Shane raised a protest, "I don't do that." "I do," Tommy replied, and proved more firmly into the hole. "I'm going to fuck this hole." Shayne shook his head. "No, I won't do that." Tommy took his hand away, but only long enough to squirt a clear, viscous liquid onto his fingertiips. When he pressed his fingers this time, he was able to just press pass the tight ring that guarded the entrance to Shayne's asshole. Shayne gasped. "That feels good, don't it feel good?" He continued to massage just inside the ring of his asshole. It was making Shayne feel things he had never felt before, his body was responding to the intrusion in ways he could not describe. Tommy grunted in satisfaction at the pleasure he was giving him, but his ultimate goal was to get his cock inside that tight wide receiver's ass. He massaged the hole with his fingertips, teaching Shayne how good it felt to have his ass opened. Finally, Shayne relented. "OK," he almost whispered. Tommy forcefully positioned Shayne's muscled body on the bed, shoving a couple of pillows underneath him to raise his add. He shuffled over and took his big, hard cock in his hand, guiding it to Shayne's tight hole. He pressed the head against it. Despite the muscles there being somewhat relaxed from the earlier massage, it still resisted the intrusion of Tommy's meaty head. When the head finally began pushing inside, Shayne cried out. Nothing had prepared him for the pain of being violated; and this was barely the first inch. "Stop! I can't... he called out." "No, man, you can take it," Tommy assured him. He left the first part of his head in to let Shayne get used to it. He pressed in a little more. Shayne winced, and his body shuddered with the pain. Shayne was no stranger to pain. He'd been carried off the field more than once. He'd ended games and even practices with every muscle crying out in pain, He'd torn a muscle in his elbom that required six months of agonizing rehab. But this was an entirely new arena of pain. A place he had never felt it. He cried out as Tommy pressed it in, and it pushed, forcing its way inside of him, like forcing a size 14 foot into a size 9 boot. Shayne couldn't help but cry out, it hurt so much. Tommy clamped a big meaty hand over his mouth. "Ssh, it's okay." Shayne could see the ragged, chewed up nails at the tips of Tommy's big fingers. When Tommy had himself buried to the full length of his shaft in Shayne's taut ass, he paused, enjoying having the tight muscles surrounding his cock. He sighed with the pleasure of how good it felt ... for him. Then, he started fucking. Slowly after first. Shayne's moans were muffled by the hand over his mouth. He pulled out and pushed in. Pulled out and pushed in. He took his hand away from Shayne's mouth so he could raise to a better position on his back. He held down on Tommy's shoulders to steady his big bulk and continued to thrust into him. He found a rhythm. Shayne felt his thrusts, hs body and the entire body slammed every time Tommy thrust in. Almost 300 lbs of athlete on top of Shayne, his belly rubbing into Shayne's back, legs pinned under the giant, muscled, powerful legs of the giants. He felt like he was getting smaller, disappearing, almost becoming a child beneath the body of a large man, shrinking under the mass of muscle and fat outside of him, and the hard rod of meat plunging inside of him. And then, Tommy started breathing faster. His rhythm quckened his thrusts became harder. Tommy let out a long groan and pushed especially hard into Shayne's ass. He was cumming. He bellowed like a bull when he came. His cock swelled in Shayne's ass chute as he delivered his load. Then, he was still for a few moments, his heavy body dropped down on Shayne's back; Tommy's chest and stomach almost smothering. Shayne fought to breathe as he waited for him to pull his cock from his ass... for the pain to stop. But instead, Tommy caught his breath, pushed himself up on his arms again, and resumed fucking. He pulled back until the just head of his dick was still inside, then thrusted forward again. The big linebacker was going for a second round. Shayne began moaning again, and this time, Tommy did nothing to quiet him. He went at his backside like a machine, pounding his lust into the helpless athlete pinned underneath him. And then, Shayne felt a load building in his own cock. He didn't understand why or how, but something Tommy was doing was bringing his own cock to orgasm. The sensation of his balls releasing and the load filling his urethra came rapidly, and then all at once, he felt his body shudder as he sprayed the sheets underneath him. The intensity of his orgasm coupled with the pain Tommy's cock was inflicting brought Shayne to the edge of unconsciousness. He felt as though he were about to pass out, and tried to push himself up with his arms. But Tommy clamped down his big hands on Shayne's wrists and pressed down on him again. Tommy paid no notice to Shayne's orgasm, didn't even notice, but continued fucking him as before. Then, he groaned and pushed up harder than ever before into Shayne's violated rectum, unleashing his second load of sperm. Tommy was still after he came the second time. He'd stopped moving but Shayne could hear his heavy breathing, and feel the weight of his big belly and arms against his torso. Tommy's face was at the back of his neck, and he could feel the feverish heat and sweat on, and also the wet strands of hair tickling his neck. After his breathing returned to normal, Tommy said, "I think I can go one more time." "I don't think I can take it," Shayne said. "Sssh," Tommy whispered. And he began to slowly pull his dick out and slowly push it back in. This third time, despite the lube, the spit, and the two loads of cum ... was far worse than the first two. The pain was raw. Shayne's hole burned. He tried to pushTommy off of him to make him stop, but he just pressed down harder and held him down. Tommy was grunting with effort, and sweat was beading on his face and falling in drops onto Shayne's back and shoulders. Sometime after Tommy's second load hit his chute, Shane felt something snap in his ass, as though a muscle had broken. When it happened, it was like his ass completely loosened up, and the pain and pressure of Tommy driving his thick cock down his shit tunnel gave way to something different. He felt the cock pushing into him, but there was no pain, just its presence filling him up and sliding into him. Shane felt a shudder go through his entire body and realized he was shooting his second load out from under himself. There was a mess beneath his stomach from the two loads he had shot. It took longer than the first two times combined for Tommy to reach his third orgasm. He shot his load with a satisfied moan, and then slowly pulled out of Shayne's ravaged ass, leaving behind a gaping, leaking hole. Without a word, Tommy put his clothes back on and showed himself out. After Tommy left, Shane lay in his bed for a long time, not moving, feeling completely wrecked. His legs shook uncontrollably. A stream of sticky white and pink fluid leaking into his sheets from his torn-up asshole.

Shane had worked out that "Tank" on Grindr was one of the guys in his football team, but not which one. They had been exchanging messages for several weeks, but Tank had not revealed his identity, and Shane had not revealed his. Most of it was trying to work out a time and place where they could hook up. And finally. Shane could host and Tommy was available. Tommy said he'd be over in twenty minutes. It seemed like hours went by as Shane waited to see who would show up. He had never met "Tank" nor even spoke to him outside of Grindr messages. Part of him hoped Tank would turn out to be Danny Hamline, the RB; or Jared Dzubenko, who played at halfback. He didn't realistic think it would be any of those guys, but most of the guys were at least somewhat attractive to him. He didn't like it that he thought of other guys on his team that way. As the minutes ticked by, it was all he could do keep himself from starting to jack. He got a message on Grindr. "I'm outside," and his heart started beating faster. "It's open. Come on up," he texted back. After some agonizing seconds crawled past, he heard someone approaching his door. Then, there was pause, followed by three knocks. Shane slid off the bed where he had waited and walked to the door. He felt funny when he walked; his body was surging on adrenaline, anticipation, curiousity to see which team mate, and above all, horniness and an urgent need for release from his now erect and throbbing cock. For weeks, the mystery had been dogging him, and he was finally going to find out the identity of his fellow dick-loving teammate. He opened the door. When he saw who was on the other side, his first thought was the whole thing had been a big mistake. Shane was a wide receiver, and as such, he needed to be fast. He worked out daily, ran, and avoided any form of processed sugar. He was 6 feet and 200 lbs of lean muscle and 2% body fat. He did not want to carry around even an ounce of extra weight that would slow him down. He even kept his hair clippered short. Tommy was his opposite number; as a Defensive Tackle, he was almost 300 pounds of body mass that could move with surprising quickness and agility. He was just about the last guy Shane would have guessed was on the other side Grindr, and one of the last he would have wanted. He remembered the pool party at the end of summer football camp, seeing Tommy walking around with his big, smooth pale white belly. Tommy quickly entered the room and closed the door behind him. He was wearing a Green Bay Packers cap that pinched the thick dirty blond hair that fell sloppily past his ears. He had on a zippered gray hoody and a pair of practice shorts that fell past his knees; and a pair of size 14 shoes. "Never would've guessed," he said. "You still want to do this?" Even though he was disappointed to see big, dopey Tommy Holloman and not one of the hot guys, Shane was too horny to back down. His hardon felt like it was ready to explode out of his pants. "Yeah, man," he heard himself say. After all, a BJ was a BJ. He'd been sucked off by both girls and guys, he could just close his eyes and think of someone else if it came to it. Tommy pulled his cock out of his shorts. It was a mighty think piece of meat, and it wasn't even fully erect yet. He fondled himself with one hand and pointed to it with the other. "Suck it." This was not how Shane had thought it was going to go down. He had always imagined Tommy's hungry mouth sucking him off; he was no cock-sucker. Tommy read the hesitation in him, "I don't know what you were expecting, but I came here to get my cock sucked. Maybe I should just go, if you're not gonna give me what I came here for." "I never done it before," Shane said. "It ain't hard," said Tommy, working himself a little bit so that the big mushroom head of his hardening cock waved in the air, like a cobra focusing on its victim before striking. "You guys always act like there's some magic trick to it. But allyou gotta do is put it your mouth and work it. Ain't you ever been sucked off before?" Shane nodded involuntarily. "Just do me like them guys did you," Tommy pulled his shorts down further, and Shane now saw the jumbo sized eggs in his hairy ballsack. Shane got on his knees and looked at the thick, reddish organ in front of him. He had never sucked dick and he didn't know if he could even get one of this thickness into his mouth. He closed his eyes and took the head of the thing into his mouth. It tasted like skin and sweat. Maybe this wasn't going to be too bad, Shane thought. He'd try to get Tommy off quickly, spit out his semen, and then jack himself with porn after Tommy left. "You can take more than that," Tommy said, grabbing the back of his neck and pushing his head further along down his shaft. He felt Tommy's big belly against his forehead as he struggled and choked against the meat. Tommy groaned. "That's it, you're doing it. Feels good." Shane could feel the cock in his mouth grow thicker, and the thick vein at the bottom swelled. "He must be getting close to cumming," Shane tought. It would be over soon. Then Tommy groaned and pulled his dick out of Shane's mouth. For a second, Shane thought he was just going to cum on the floor. Instead, Tommy ordered him. "Take your clothes off and get in the bed." Shane was about to protest, this was going so much farther than he wanted it to. Tommy was kicking off his shoes and throwing his shorts to the floor. "Come, on man, we can have so much more fun in bed. Take your fucking clothes off." Tommy was fully naked now, the massive bulk of his body almost glowing. His dick, big as it was, had fidsappeared under the overhang of his belly. "I don't know," Shane began to say. He searched his mind for some excuse. Tommy grunted. He grabbed onto Shane from behind and wrapped his massive arms around his torso. One hand slid down and worked open the front of Shane's cargo shorts. Tommy's big paw fondled his erection. "You want to do this," Shane told him. "I seen you in the locker room. I seen you in the showers. I've thought about you for a long time." Shane felt his breath on his neck and it made his skin tingle. Tommy squeezed his cock again and he felt a spasm of pleasure shoot from his balls and up his back. What the fuck, it was sex. Tommy began to lift his t-shirt off over his head and Shane pulled down his cargo shorts.

Speaking for myself, while the idea of being fucked is a big turn-on, I don't enjoy bottoming IRL at all. It's just not enjoyable.

I recall reading somewhere that uncut tops have high hiv risk because the cells under the foreskin are like an express lane to the autoimmune system; also bodily fluids cam be retained under the foreskin.

Was horny AF this morning so I took off at lunch and headed for the bath house, which is an hour away from where I work. And the whole time I was thinking, this is a waste of time because it's Wednesday fucking afternoon. But I was too horny to care and my regular fuckbuds had bailed. There were a good number of cars in the lot when I arrived, which I thought was a good time. So I paid for a room, reconnoitered the place and ended up in the maze, where a couple of guys where already going at it. I was getting cruised by this shorter, shaven, tattooed guy so we started in on each other adjacent. Then, the two guys who had already started got in with us. Then a couple more joined in. So, there were basically six guys at this point, three decent-looking guys, two trolls and me. The cool part is, they all seemed to be looking to me to call the shots, so I sort of took control. "You, suck *his* dick. You... suck my dick." And they were doing what I told. I designated one of the guys the pig and had him suck on everybody. The group kind of split into two groups of three, then three groups of two; joining and swapping off partners. I had to shove guys off my cock because I didn't want to cum too quickly. Then, it started to break up, so me and the tattooed guy went to his room and I fucked him silly for about half an hour before blowing a load in his ass. Then I showered and went home, so my day wasn't wasted after all.

FWIW if someone isn't your type you ALWAYS have the right to say no thanks. Your body and your sex are yours.

Last week managed to boink three of my four regular fuckbuds. Monday. Wednesday. Friday. Boink. Boink. Boink. Good sessions too. By Saturday my sick was sore.

I think my bulls hit detector is pretty good, and sometimes it's really obvious when guys are projecting fantasy. Rought guess, about 35% is true or mostly true and the rest is varying degrees of bullshit.

I had arranged a hook-up with a younger dude yesterday, but I wasn't sure he would follow through because he has canceled before. Then, an older guy hit me up on A4A and I was like, 'What the Hell.' He advertised himself as a Versatile but, surprise surprise, only wanted to bottom. He wasn't good-looking but I'd been saving a load for a couple of days and so I nutted in him and then went back to work. Then, the younger dude hit me up and wanted to know if we were still on. Just to make sure, I popped a See Alice and headed over. Turned out to be well worth it. A little bit in the heavy side, just a little, but that's the way I like them. A passionate kisser who threw a great fuck. So... all in all... not too bad.

Spending all night with one great hole > breeding a bunch of meh holes in the same period.

An older gentleman on BBRT invited me to come to a sex thing he was hosting. He told me two young bottoms would be taking loads. It wasn't too far from work. He texted me the motel and room number and I headed over. Problem was, the room number he gave me did not exist at that motel. I texted him asking WTF but didn't get a response. While I waited, a guy on Grindr who was just ten minutes away hit me up. When I unlocked my pics he said, "OMG, I have to have you." He texted me his address and I headed over. I soon had his legs up and was pounding his otter hole. I shot a three day load in him and then held him and chewed his nipples while he jacked off. In response to another thread, it occurred to me that I really didn't care if he had an erection while I was fucking him.

Not to nitpick, but according to your profil, you were 7 years old in 1981?

There are now officially over ten thousand fucks in this topic. It's like a Thursday Night in Provincetown