Schlatko

Was at a small get together at a friend's place. Host was gay, there was another gay guy, myself, and two married straight guys. Everyone took part in "refreshments" and the sexiest of the two straight guys (who was married and hot as all fuck) ended up fucking me on the couch right in front of the other guests. He came in me twice. He ended up breeding the host, the other straight guy and was sucked off by the other gay dude. After the party broke up, I hit up a bookstore and went in the theatre. I sat down and immediately had a wall of sexy black man in front of me with just his cock out. I got to work and he started moaning. A married blue collar white guy came over and played with the black guys balls while I sucked. He kept saying in a low grumbly voice. "Yeah. Suck it. Eat that black guy's cum." The thuggy guy came with a growl deep in his throat and I swallowed it all. He gave a quick "thanks" and left. The blue collar guy took his place and proceeded to take every threat of clothing off, grab my ears, and use my skull like a rubber fuck toy before yelling "AWWW FUUUUUCK!!" and shooting down my throat. He got down on his knees and told me to jerk off on his chest... I sprayed a big load on his smooth chest and then he stood up and told me to eat it off of him... I lapped up my load and when there was no more, he gave his own "thanks" and knocked me back into the chair, dressed silently and left. Before I could recover, a young and muscled redneck guy pushed my legs up and started rimming me very aggressively. He sucked on my hole harder than I'd ever had that done and got so much of his tongue in me, it felt like it was a foot long. Rimming must have been his thing because he did it for what seemed like at least thirty minutes before he shot his load on the floor and bolted...

Was cruising around Louisville, KY in the rain and stopped at the library on 4th St. In no time, had a rock hard fat cock in me in one of the men's rooms. Very stocky guy with thick gray hair and mustache. Kind of like a "Bear's Fan" type guy. Grunted deep when he came in me, patted my back said thanks and left. I think he works at the library. Second guy was about 15 minutes later and was a sharp dressed guy in his early 20's. I bet he was a grad student at one of the schools in this area. Smiled very sweetly yet manly and suprised me with a fucking which approached violence. He asked if he could cum in me. I want to laugh every time a man asks me that. I told him that's what I was after and he let go with a full body confulsion. He whispered how that was one of the best orgasms he'd had. I sat down in the stall while he straighted his shirt and tie. He said good bye with a grin and left. And the library is open for three more hours....

The far northern end of the 59th Street Subway station on the ACDB lines. Itr was about 3am and I was drunk enough and fucked up enough to offer my ass to three scruffy guys who were waiting there. Well, it worked and while one fucked me and got a load deep in there, I sucked off his two other buds and downed their cum. Of course some people saw us and turned away fast. We were quick and I wonder if anyone called the cops. After they were done, none of us stuck around to see if they were coming.

have no idea how many loads are in me from the 2020 bath house in phily. I gave three and they were all in the dark maze upstairs. I just know it was so much, it was running down the inside of my legs and dudes were licking it off me. I must have gotten dosed a few times because I have NEVER been this fucked up. Twisted thoughts, guys. If anybody in Central Jersey wants to breed my hole or whatever you want, let me know.

A buddy and I met up with another guy in his motel near Trenton. I put a load in both their holes before having another younger fellow drive over and I fucked him in the back seat of his car in the parking lot. Gave him one deep and made a new FB. Then went back to the room and had the host suck the fourth load out of me and down his throat. Not so sure if I'm calling it a night so far....

This is me, now. I was about 290 when I moved to NYC in March of 2011. Now, I'm just under 200. All the walking, I would imagine. I do not live in that neighborhood, either. I am currently in Cntral New Jersey (I KNOW!) but it's a long story. I'll be back in the city in about a year or so.

When I first moved to NYC in March of 2011, imagine my suprise when I discovered RawTop lived just two blocks away from me. Oddly enough, I recognized him from an iPhone social media app and started texting him. I knew I wasn't much his type but after many many MANY weeks, I snagged an invite to his place because I was walking home after attending a small gangbang party with I don't know how many loads in my ass. Now, I'm known among my friends as having a hole that either won't open or slams shut with the force of an out of control garage door. On a few occasions, however, I've been known to open right up with little to no effort. Maybe it was becuase it was RawTop and I wasn't going to let this not happen or maybe it was because I had been passed around by a bunch of blue collar dad types on the New Jersey end of the George Washington Bridge and they so kindly losened and lubed me up. In any event, RawTop was in me the hilt and hammering into my guts almost immediately upon arrival and after just a little bit of rimming. I will never forget that first long forceful stroke. It was a short and satisfying fuck for me. I don't know how it ranked with him. He was nice and polite but, of course, we weren't good friends so I wasn't about to grill him for a score or anything. I would definitely go back for another, but it never happened. I've lost about sixty pounds since then, so maybe he would re-consider...? :-) It didn't make it into the blog, but at least I have the story.

Hello. I'm just now seeing this but it sounds like it's perfect for me. I have been writing for several years (although like most artistic people, I haven't made a dime from it) and now that I have moved from Manhattan to Central New Jersey, I may work out to your liking. I do have experience in this field. When attending the University of Kentucky, I wrote reviews of porn films for one of the larger studios. No pay for that gig, I just got to keep the tape (yeah! A TAPE!!) but that wasn't a bad deal, to be honest... and it got me practice in getting my voice. I have written very few posts on the breeding zone, but I feel they are memerable. Weather it's for their subject or for their long-windedness is difficult to say. But I have never been known for being less than overly descriptive. Is that something you had in mind? Please let me know if you have any questions and hopefully, I'll hear back from you soon. Schlatko

Was at the Cummunion party in Philadelphia this past Saturday. Their usual host location couldn't do it so it was at an adult theater in Center City that I had been to so I thought I would check it out. I showed up at around 2am and swallowed my first load at about 2:15. I was in the dark maze area so all I saw of the guy was his salt and pepper hair. I walked around and saw this fireplug type guy with dark hair and a hot blue collar look. He asked about my dad's dog tags I was wearing and he told me he was former army. He had me stripped naked and was fucking me and bred me right out in the front room with maybe three dudes watching. He left and got dressed and came back to get my number. He said he would call me but never gave me his name. The next was this younger middle eastern guy who had a preppy college boy look to him. Me and a guy who was in his mid-40's and looked like a trucker were taking turns working the dude's cock, hole, nipples, and mouth while he gave us orders. By the time the younger guy shot his load, we and the trucker guy were fighting over his cum like we were sworn enemies. When the younger guy left, me and the trucker made up and he sucked me off and fucked me. We traded loads and exchanged numbers. The night was mostly a blur and I honestly can't give you a number count as to how many loads went in my hole or down my throat. If you put one in me that night and you're reading this, tell me what you thought and if you'd like to try me out another time. Real names aren't needed if you don't want to give it to me. That was the first Cummunion Party I'd been to and I'll check out the ones in other cities, for sure.

Just a moment ago. I ordered a sausage calzone and some garlic knots from the place downstairs. I'm pretty well known at this point so the buzzer rang before I'd even reached over to get my wallet. I didn't bother even putting on shorts to answer the door and was surprised to see two big tall thick Serbian mounds of men standing there. "Slow day?" I asked the guy I knew. "Yes. Very." Was all he said in a thick eastern European accent and a smile spread across his baby face. They came in and stripped down. The guy I knew bent me over the couch, spit twice, and rammed in. It hurt like hell but I have learned this man will not ease up until he is done so the pain will go away quickly if I just relaxed. He fucked me in fast, long strocks that slapped against my ass and bottomed out every time. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!! Luckily, it only lasted about ten minutes before he started saying his usual: "Is good. Is so good. Fuck yes. You are so good to my cock!" Getting louder and louder until he roared like a lion and fired inside me. He then pulled out and said something in his native language to his friend who stepped behind me and rammed in to the hilt in one stroke, causing me to yell in pain. His dick was really fucking long and he just let it sit there for a few seconds before he started fucking me slowly. He didn't last too long before he grunted deep in his throat and his dick pulsed and shot his load in me to mix with his friend's. He pulled out and by the time I turned around, they were half dressed. I handed them their money (with a 20 percent tip and not a penny more) and the one I knew smiled, said thank you, and they saw themselves out. As I can see from what I'm pushing out of my hole, they had two gigantic loads. I'm going to spread a generous amount on this calzone and have a nice lunch before heading to work.

Just a moment ago. I ordered a sausage calzone and some garlic knots from the place downstairs. I'm pretty well known at this point so the buzzer rang before I'd even reached over to get my wallet. I didn't bother even putting on shorts to answer the door and was surprised to see two big tall thick Serbian mounds of men standing there. "Slow day?" I asked the guy I knew. "Yes. Very." Was all he said in a thick eastern European accent and a smile spread across his baby face. They came in and stripped down. The guy I knew bent me over the couch, spit twice, and rammed in. It hurt like hell but I have learned this man will not ease up until he is done so the pain will go away quickly if I just relaxed. He fucked me in fast, long strocks that slapped against my ass and bottomed out every time. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!! Luckily, it only lasted about ten minutes before he started saying his usual: "Is good. Is so good. Fuck yes. You are so good to my cock!" Getting louder and louder until he roared like a lion and fired inside me. He then pulled out and said something in his native language to his friend who stepped behind me and rammed in to the hilt in one stroke, causing me to yell in pain. His dick was really fucking long and he just let it sit there for a few seconds before he started fucking me slowly. He didn't last too long before he grunted deep in his throat and his dick pulsed and shot his load in me to mix with his friend's. He pulled out and by the time I turned around, they were half dressed. I handed them their money (with a 20 percent tip and not a penny more) and the one I knew smiled, said thank you, and they saw themselves out. As I can see from what I'm pushing out of my hole, they had two gigantic loads. I'm going to spread a generous amount on this calzone and have a nice lunch before heading to work.

When I was in college, my father (yes, biological) and I had a very brief affair. It was the best sex I've ever had and getting fucked and bred with the same cum, same cock, and by the very man from which I came was the closest to a religious experience I've ever had. I've never felt love so intensely. We were both incredibly relaxed while having sex and we got into some very dirty and kinky things. But, he started feeling guilty. He told me how much he loved me and that was an expression of that, but we couldn't ever do that again. He owed his wife (my mother) and my brother too much to risk tearing it apart. What he didn't say was: "It is wrong." and he didn't finish that last statement: "...even if we are in love." That all led me to believe he wanted what I did, to live together as a couple and build a life together... whatever that would have looked like. I have since given up on the idea. He wasn't budging so I moved on. All the way to New York City. Soon after that, he started getting flirty with me, again. Our conversations became so charged, he would only call me when mom was at work. We began having phone sex, which led to Skype Sex, which led to him bringing back the sexual aspect of his relationship with his older brother. It's a long story, but they were, for the most part, lovers their entire lives until my dad met my mother. They have fucked around only twice since then. The last was after my older brother's wedding about 8 years ago. And before you ask, no, I would not have sex with my brother. But my uncle and I's relationship has been sexual for quite some time. Something dad did not know about until I told him a few months ago. Well, I just found out a few weeks ago (as did he and my mother) that dad has stage IV lung cancer. It's in his legs, right arm, brain, heart, liver, pancreas, and who knows where else. No one will tell me the time frame, but I suspect it's not long. He and I have not discussed this, yet... But we do continue to have Skype Sex. Well, I'll be going home to visit during the middle of next month. I have not been home since I moved here and I thought it was going to be a happy time because he and I were going to be fucking constantly while mom was at work during the day (dad works at night) and discuss our next steps, if we decided we wanted any. Well, there are no next steps and truth be told, I may never see him alive, again. But now, I'm not so sure the sex is even a good idea. I feel so selfish for wanting it, but I know he did before his cancer became known. I feel like I should leave it up to him but I know I won't be able to be left alone with him after all we have said over the past year without making a pass, being flirty, or flat out obscenely sexual with him. I feel, in a way, he's my boyfriend or, dare I say, my husband... And I know him on that level. It would make him so happy to have that full of a romantic relationship with me, even if it is in secret and just for that week. He could recover, he could be gone before I even get there. I feel like I should take what little that one week is and just insist we have sex, at least once, because it's a sure thing and that's the only sure thing we've got right now. Advice, please!