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Are your experiences of this site really chilled out? I find it a supportive and friendly site with very few trolls and guys who are happy to just chat and stuff.

Also a cock pic competition....?

Anyone want to start an album of cock in arse picks and then some volunteers to judge it? Just an idea.

Years ago I was sucking a guy off in the toilet of the Hoist in London and he had a really fat, uncut cock. He pissed in my mouth and slapped me (a bit too hard for being playful) but it was kind of hot but I got angry with him too. I think he was pissed.

Blow up as in inflate not detonate. Just thought I'd make that clear. Lol

I just bought a penile wand which is fun. Also a kind of rubber cock that you blow up inside you.

Don't wish to blow my own trumpet but you can try this..... http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Andy%20McGreggor&search-alias=digital-text All written by my own hands and all bareback Andy

I like it if I am doing something a bit wild like drinking piss or having my tits tortured or fucking really, really slow.

Have clear boundaries, have high standards, be patient and love yourself more than anyone else in the world. Be happy and at ease with yourself. Then start looking for a guy. Don't settle for a guy who is cruel, unfair, unloving or not there for you. However don't be blinded or bound by looks, which are less relevant. You can have great sex with an average looking guy but cannot have a good relationship with an attractive self-centred prat.

Outman stifled a cry. He was bent over the toilet, his white shirt roughly pushed up against his shoulders, his trousers lying on the floor. His fleshy, brown bottom was spread, Pierre Leduc's huge penis shoved up to the hilt. Pierre was still dressed, his cock impaled in the boy, his linen trousers around his deck shoes. It hurt. Outman bit his lip. But it was good too. The Frenchman's cock was hard, engorged, livid. Outman liked strong men. He liked the hint of chest hair poking out from the man's unbuttoned shirt. He liked his expensive scent. The man was being rough. Outman liked that too. Outman's fat, cut cock was hard again, bouncing freely above the toilet bowl in rhythm with the man's furious, cruel jabs. Pierre felt ashamed of himself. He was consumed with a jealous fury. The Arab boy's sphincter sucked on his nine-inch cock sweetly. Outman's arse was warm, velvety and willing. Outman was sweating, his back was sticky. His sweet male scent filled Pierre Leduc's nostrils. Sweat, pheromone, the slightest hint of shit, Pierre Leduc inhaled it all. He dug his fingernails cruelly, sadistically into the Arab lad's fleshy buttocks. Outman groaned, his wiry young head jerking backward and forward as Pierre Leduc fucked and fucked, sinking his cock as far as he could reach, grinding into the walls of Outman's colon without pity. "Don't you ever go near that boy again!" Leduc hissed furiously. "Do you understand?" He rammed his cock deep, as deep and as hard as he could, pummelling Outman's raw and bruised arse. "Or I swear I will kill you." Outman was grimacing, grinding his teeth. "Please monsieur, please. It is starting to hurt now," pleaded Outman. "Please, I promise I will not touch your son again." The words struck Pierre viciously. He thinks I am Marcel's father, understood Pierre, consumed with shame. His rage increased. He pounded furiously, gasping, his back drenched in sweat. Then he shot a thick, powerful wad of hot spunk into Outman's young hole. "Putain," spat Pierre viciously. He pulled out his cock with a splatter of cum, tinged with the trace of ass mucus. "Clean it!" he ordered. Outman hesitated then complied, sucking the man's nine-inch French dick obediently, sucking off his own juice, sucking the remnants of Leduc's potent spunk. Pierre Leduc was overcome with remorse. "I am sorry," he whispered. Outman looked confused, hurt. "I am sorry. I will give you money. Please forgive me." Pierre Leduc reached for his trousers, hastily putting them on. "I am sorry, please forgive me, please forgive me," he repeated the empty words like a mantra. He pulled a wad of notes from his wallet, shoving them into Outman's hand. The young Arab stared at him, his brown eyes confused, hurt, tearful. He had been honoured to take this man's beautiful cock. He had not been unwilling. The man had been rough but that was OK. Now he was being treated like a common whore. He took the money. He needed it. But from that moment forth he began to loathe the French. Andy McGreggor "The 18 year-old French Virgin Boy's Holiday"

Central Station downstairs....it's called Pants.

Hi Timidus, I am sure there are such men and if you are patient and have high-standards you will find one. I enjoy rough sex with my partner and it can go from lip-biting agony and piss-drinking one evening to shopping at IKEA the following morning. When I was 18 life felt really tough and I was really lonely. I went through loads of bad guys cos I was lonely and didn't think much of myself. A lot of older guys just wanted to use me and got off on a teenager getting upset over them. I wish I could go back in time and enjoy playing around but on my terms until I found a good guy. If you like yourself other guys will like you to. The kind of sex you want with the tenderness before and then after is really common. I am versatile and enjoy it when I look up and see my partner's really hard cock as he tortures my nipples. Don't let anyone trick you, persuade you to do stuff you are unsure about. Be choosy and be careful and have clear boundaries. Good luck!

Totally support open relationships and a bit of built in give to a relationship. Sexual monogamy for LIFE is a bit of a tall order. Are we realistically never, ever going to suck another dick? But I think gay men, especially in my generation, grew up with such intense messages of shame and self hate it is hard to believe that we are worthy of love and intimacy. It is hardly surprising mental health is an issue for gay men. Look at all the shit we absorbed as kids. The good news is we can start to heal it now, and hopefully the newer generations of gay men will find it much easier to commit and be intimate. I think with barebacking cheating is a big no no as it really does impact on others and taking such a health risk has to be a personal decision. And cheating takes that decision away from someone. Contracted sex outside of a relationship with boundaries is adult and respectful if within proportion and both parties are happy with it.

Has anyone used Skype for sex? Ever been made to humiliate yourself by a top on cam? Interested to hear people's experience of this.

On Saturday I was able to seed my BF's lovely clean arse with my big Scottish dick. As usual I relished the tight, warm, wet hole wrapped around my raw cock. One of these days I am going to use a rubber, just for the pleasure of taking it off and feeling how wet and warm it feels. Anyway, as I was fucking I realised I needed to piss. I had often wanted to try this but had never done it. I went real slow, reducing my fucking to a snail's pace. Then I stopped, pretending I was just enjoying being inside him but secretly pushing on my bladder. I took some poppers and managed to squirt some hot piss out. Then I got some more out and then it began to flow. I reckon I gave him at least two thirds of a pint. I only told him about it when I had cum and I tried to stop his ass with a pair of my underpants but it was too late and he got a glob of piss on our IKEA sofa. Fucking hot!

Thanks cumaddict71. See, I told you I can do rough! I am doing something even more depraved and cum squirting as we speak.

Glad to hear it freshxtop5. I really enjoy it that other guys wanna cum over my writing. It's almost like making them cum with my cock.

Thierry had his right foot on the third rung of the paddock fence, the other foot on the dusty ground. He felt the breeze on his bare buttocks; the red jockstrap was his only clothing apart from his trainers. The summer sun shone harshly in his face and he squinted, barely able to see. On a fence in front of him was a webcam, and behind stood a second camera on a tripod. The man stood behind Thierry and was lubricating the young man's plump white bottom. Thierry felt the cold intrusion of a rubber dildo. He relaxed onto it and was able to let it slide in, until it prodded his prostate, making him wince. Once he had relaxed, Thierry found the dildo's presence enjoyable. The man was in his army boots, olive green t-shirt, and balaclava. His monster dick was rigid and dripping, a thick vein pulsating along the shaft. Thierry could detect the distinct odour of cock. The man came closer, pulled out the slick dildo, and replaced it with his hot, damp cock. Thierry bleated with pleasure as the man entered him, roughly and deeply. After several dozen strokes, deep inside, the man pulled out with a plop. The man was not about to come anytime soon, and the teenager's ordeal was only just beginning. "Time to take a fist, you cock sucker," said the man. Thierry noticed the man's thick Norman accent for the first time, made harsher by years of smoking. The naked boy felt a cold chill of dread. Would he be able to take this, he wondered. Was it dangerous? Would it hurt? The man began fingering his teenage prey, first with three digits, then with all fingers and part of his thumb. Warmth spread through Thierry's arse. He tried to relax. The man pulled out his hand and tried to insert his fist. This time, the hand stuck at the knuckles. Thierry could take no more and he begged the man to stop. The man tutted in annoyance. "Come on!" yelled the masked man, his voice laced with menace. "People are paying good money to see this, you little whore. What's the fuss about? You pussy! You little cock teasing slut. It's so easy to wiggle your little arse around, provoking men but when it's time to actually take a real live fist, it's all whimpers and screams and 'oh please, it's too much'." The man spat in contempt and inserted a fresh toy, wider and more painful. He slowly twisted it round, gradually working it in and out of Thierry's throbbing teenage anus, making the boy groan in fear, discomfort, and arousal. The man used his knee to press the toy home. Thierry yelped as it sank past the sphincter and became lodged deep inside him. The man then smeared his greasy hand on Thierry's flushed cheeks and pulled out the toy. "Disgusting little bitch," he hissed. "Look at you, with your arse slime smeared on your face. Amir, come here," called the man. Amir appeared, naked, with a seven-inch cut cock standing firmly to attention. The man indicated something to Amir, and before Thierry realised what was happening, Amir was holding a bottle of poppers firmly to Thierry's nose. As Thierry opened his mouth, Amir shoved in his cut cock, ploughing deep into the teenager's throat and making him gag. At the same moment, the man began his final assault on Thierry's arse, the pressure increasing relentlessly until at last Thierry cried out. A feeling of fullness engulfed him, causing him to panic. He tried to beg the man to take out his fist but Amir's cock stifled his cry. Unable to control himself, Thierry let go of a hot stream of piss, splashing Amir, and making him laugh. The pressure increased, and then Thierry felt the fist pull back, tugging his stretched arse lips. When he was on the point of expelling the fist, the man pushed it back inside his brutalised anus. Thierry bleated like a bound calf. The fisting carried on for a further five minutes, until the man finally pulled out. Thierry's arse was so dilated it remained open, like an aroused pussy, his arse lips puffed up and purple, the hole dark and inviting. Thierry clung to the fence, his knees feeling as if they might give way. "On the ground, whore," said the man, spitting into Thierry's face. The saliva dripped slowly towards the young lad's mouth. Thierry knelt and stared up at the masked man, the massive cock hanging semi-erect at Thierry's face. "Open your mouth," said the man. With that, Thierry felt the first warm splash of piss hit his chest. A further wet stream sought out his young face, before splashing into his mouth. The man's piss was bitter and salty. It bubbled and frothed in Thierry's mouth. "Swallow," instructed the masked man. Amir joined the man, aiming his fat, cut cock at Thierry's face. He began to urinate on Thierry's forehead, the piss splashing down into the boy's eyes, stinging and irritating them, and into his mouth. When both men had finished pissing, they both put a hand under Thierry's shoulders and led him to a workbench, under a tree. Once again, Thierry noted the webcam. Amir held Thierry down by his arms, allowing the man to fasten restraints on the boy's wrists. Then he secured Thierry's ankles. Thierry's pulse quickened with excitement as the two men circled him. He felt a sharp pain; the older man was pushing his cock deep into Thierry's now sore and swollen arse. Amir pushed his cock into the lad's bruised throat. For several minutes, Thierry groaned in discomfort whilst the two men spit roasted him. Then the masked man tensed, and Thierry felt a hotness in his colon as the man seeded him. Amir, having held off until his master came, shot his sour, bitter spunk into the lad's mouth. Thierry swallowed it down in one go. Amir untied him. By the time he had stood up, he was alone.

Hi guys, if you like rougher I can do rougher! Lol. Am writing one loosely based on the 120 Days of Sodom at the moment, without the murders and huge dollops of poo though.

Ze'ev leaned against the toilet cubicle door, his olive green shirt open, his regulation white t-shirt rolled up over his hairy chest and taut, defined stomach. He looked down at Yoni, kneeling on the toilet floor. The boy unzipped Ze'ev's uniform trousers, fishing out the young officer's eight-inch cock. Ze'ev was trembling. He was moist. He was hard. Rock hard. A vein was throbbing on the shaft of his cock. Yoni began to suck, his mouth tight around the salty, almost brown head of Ze'ev's cock. "Wa'allah!" hissed Ze'ev. It was every bit as good as he remembered. Yoni sucked deeply, excited. Whether it was the stink of male piss, the danger, or simply the memories Yoni did not know but the young sergeant sucked until he gagged. Ze'ev was impaling Yoni's head with his cock. "Yoni, I'm gonna shove this fucking cock so far down your throat you fucking puke up your breakfast," he whispered. The young colonel's cruel, long cock was jabbing Yoni's gullet. Yoni coughed, gurgled, struggling for breath, his own cock fat and puce in his hand, sticking rudely out of his khaki trousers. Yoni's eyes were streaming, his chin covered in thick drool. Yoni staggered to his feet. He undid his trousers, letting them fall around his dusty boots. He pulled down his white briefs, allowing his cock to spring free, spraying a thin line of mucus onto his muscular thighs. "Turn round," urged Ze'ev, his voice taut. Ze'ev sucked his finger, moistening it. He sought out the entrance of the young sergeant's anus. "Take my fingers, soldier," he ordered. "Take them and don't make any noise." Yoni's shirt was soaked at the back, dark patches forming under his arms. Ze'ev roughly pushed up Yoni's uniform and admired the lad's smooth back, culminating in the sweetest, light brown bum cheeks. He fingered Yoni's hole. It was velvety, hot, a little sticky. "Good boy," Ze'ev purred. "You ready for my cock?" "Ze'ev I don't know if my arse is..." Yoni was embarrassed, turned on, flushed. "It's OK, just let me fuck you." Ze'ev was leaking precum by the spoonful. Yoni braced himself, leaning his hands on the plastic seat, his face looking down into the lime scale encrusted bowl. He winced as Ze'ev penetrated him. "Shh," whispered Ze'ev soothingly. "A little pain, then pleasure, remember?" "Yes," winced the young sergeant, his eyes streaming. Ze'ev was pushing deeper, poking him deep inside. It burned. It was stinging. Ze'ev was breathless, dripping salty pearls of sweat on Yoni's back. "Come on Yoni, stop yelping like a girl," Ze'ev's balls slapped noisily against Yoni's hairless bum. "You're a man now, not a little teenage recruit anymore." Ze'ev stabbed his dick cruelly into Yoni's guts. "Oh fuck," purred Yoni, his cock was on fire. The pain was easing, a warm glow filling his anus. He wanted to piss as the officer's cock jabbed his bladder. "I did miss you, you know," confessed Ze'ev, his voice husky. "You should have fucking written then," retorted Yoni, trying not to cum. "I am sorry Yoni," please forgive me. Ze'ev's cock was starting to swell. He was dangerously close. Yoni wanted to say so much. He wanted to say how he'd wished he had been dead, how he'd hated Ze'ev. He wanted to tell Ze'ev he'd never trusted another man again. Instead Yoni's face screwed up in agonisingly sweet pleasure and he ejaculated all over the filthy toilet. As Yoni's arse contracted in orgasm, the pressure pushed Ze'ev to his own climax. He gripped into Yoni's fleshy buttocks, scratching his tender flesh. He pumped the lad's raw ass with his sperm, falling forward onto his sweaty back when he was done. They hastily got dressed, Ze'ev urgently wiping his cock with tissue and shoving it back into his cotton pants. As Yoni thoroughly washed his hands, Ze'ev tried to hug him. Yoni shrugged him off moodily. "I have to catch my bus," muttered Yoni, picking up his heavy pack and his rifle. Then the boy was gone. Ze'ev stared at the door. Taken from the longer strory Yoni, 18 year-old Israeli Army Virgin Boy Andy McGreggor

Nice. Was it his first time raw?

McGreggor was lying on the rug, propped up on one arm, sipping his lager. Danny was crossed-legged, his now clean dick jutting obscenely upwards, the tip of his foreskin forming a pretty knot. "So Bobby," asked McGreggor, "how do you feel about me fucking you today?" So far Danny had been Bobby's biggest cock. The boy looked trepidatious, wary. "Oh, I am not sure, Mr McGreggor. Your cock's really big. It might hurt." Bobby opened his third can of lager. Danny and McGreggor exchanged a furtive look. Danny reached for more lager. McGreggor winked at him, nodding. "It might a bit, I suppose," conceded McGreggor. "But it turns nice later, doesn't it Bobby?" "That's true, aye," replied the ginger-teen. He wasn't convinced. "How about I just put it in a wee bit today, and then take it straight out if you don't like it?" suggested McGreggor. Danny looked amused. "I suppose so then," Bobby said, looking at Danny for guidance. Bobby still wasn't sure. "I'd go for it Bobby," said Danny. "We've got some nice lube that will help. And poppers too. You like those, don't you?" Bobby nodded. He was pleased McGreggor had remembered to buy a bottle for him. Mrs Boswell at Achtimachter General Stores didn't stock them. She'd seemed confused when Bobby had asked for a bottle. Bobby was not the brightest star in the constellation. Many the bet had been lost when the boy had passed six GCSEs two years earlier. "Aye, Bobby with that lube and a nice wee bottle of poppers, that cock will slide up there in no time," teased McGreggor. "You won't even notice it's there." Danny smiled discretely trying not to laugh. Bobby lay face down on the tartan rug, honeybees buzzing in his ears, the smell of cut grass in his nose and the slow burn of McGreggor's cock-head pressing at his sphincter. "You OK Bobby, son?" whispered McGreggor. "Yes," said Bobby through tightly clenched teeth. "It's burning though." Bobby had broken into a sweat. "It'll pass son. Now Daddy's going to go a bit further Bobby. Is that OK?" Bobby nodded uncertainly, then yelped like a scalded puppy. McGreggor stopped pushing with great reluctance. What he really wanted to do was shove his huge cock home in one violent, colon-tearing movement. His cock-head was enveloped in the soft, gripping velvet of Bobby's anal lips. McGreggor willed himself to go slowly. "Come on now, son. Stop being a wee baby," said McGreggor, trying to sound patient. "Daddy's cock needs to go further in." Please, Bobby, thought the man silently. Please let me in. Danny lay down on the rug, positioning himself near Bobby's flushed, tormented face. "You're doing awffy well Bobby. Mr McGreggor's got his dick really far inside you now." Bobby grinned, his blue eyes lighting up, his pale forehead dripping with pearls of sweat. Danny stretched out so that his face was opposite the young postman's. Danny kissed Bobby's full lips. Then he kissed McGreggor. McGreggor had his strong arms under Bobby's armpits, his hands gripping the lad's shoulders at the front. Bobby was enjoying the fuck a bit more now. The burn was vanishing. He was hasty in his complacency, however. McGreggor was barely a third of the way in. The randy estate owner pulled out of Bobby's white, wobbly buttocks with a squelch. He applied nearly half a tube of lube before returning his cock to the warmth of the teenager's half-defeated anus. "Relax Bobby," purred McGreggor seductively, "Daddy's not going to hurt you if you just relax." He was wrong. Bobby yelped, thin lines of spit stretching between his open, red lips, his eyes clenched shut. But McGreggor's cock had beaten the stubborn sphincter and his cock glided through ripples of tight boy-colon. Bobby bucked like a branded calf, writhing and sweating under McGreggor's weight. "Good boy, son!" said McGreggor. "Well done, laddie." Bobby lay panting on the rug, his wet eyes open. Danny kissed him and Bobby returned the kiss warmly. Bobby found Danny's dark Celtic face reassuring. The young redhead's heart flipped as his tongue caressed Danny's. The young butler tasted of beer and cigarettes and cock. Danny leant back. "Is it in now, Mr McGreggor?" asked the impaled teenager. He really, really hoped so. "Aye son, it is," McGreggor hissed proudly. "All the way!" The man wanted to shoot there and then. He wasn't going to though. Not yet. "Does it still hurt?" asked Danny, stroking Bobby's ginger crew cut. "A wee bit, aye. But it's OK. I dinnae mind." Bobby was smiling again. "Do you fancy a wee bit of poppers Bobby?" asked Danny. Bobby smiled and nodded. The smell of stinky socks filled the air as Bobby snorted his fill. Then Bobby sighed and purred, savouring the deep, indescribable feeling of satedness, the bliss of a man's huge cock all the way inside him. It was warm now. Full. Exciting. McGreggor began to push in and out, his stomach sticking to Bobby's wet back. "Oh fuck," groaned Bobby in ecstasy. He began to moan and pant like a randy whore. "Oh that's good!" he screamed, clawing at the rug, crumpling it. Bobby's legs were writhing, kicking up and down as far as McGreggor's weight would allow. "Bobby," gasped McGreggor, "Daddy's going to seed your bum now. Are you ready, sonny?" "Fuck, yeah!" hissed Bobby. His cock was rubbing against the rough rug, a tingling feeling spreading through his groin. McGreggor's urethra was also tingling, his balls preparing to spew man-fat into the boy's plump bum. "Oh fuck, Bobby, hold on son!" and then McGreggor yelled out, gripping the boy tightly, impaling him deep and hard, his cum spilling out like living lava inside the boy's colon. When it was over, McGreggor pulled out carefully. Bobby's cum-sloppy ass clasped shut, trapping the precious seed inside his bruised cavity. "Dinnae spill it laddie," said McGreggor, panting and laying back on the rug. The sun was hot, the sky a deep blue. "Daddy needs a wee rest," he laughed, panting.