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Pure lust? My first time happened when a dude asked permission to try “just the tip.” I had no idea how good it was going to feel. I think he knew exactly how it would end. I lost all will to say no, even as my inner voice was screaming “stop!” I learned that day what “breeding” meant. No regrets.

Yeah, it works both ways: reluctant tops and reluctant bottoms. Going in simply feels too awesome to resist. Sensations overcome logic every time. Stealthers and chasers figure this out after the first or second time.

That is awesome. I agree, it took guts to do that. So hot!

Chris Wood from Supergirl. Major crush, total studlet.

Watching, being watched, sounds of dudes going at it. All of them turn me on. But the sensations in the dark room where all you encounter is mouths, holes, and hard cocks is amazing. Add to that the added texture of hairy men, or big arms that reach around you from behind. Hot af.

Nicely done, bro. You’re hired to finish the job, or better yet, keep it going. Thanks for taking this on. Hundreds of horny dudes are thanking you for relief.

Unfortunately I can’t read a word of it on my phone.

This is so well written! Amazing. I wish I were in LA right now.

When I'm cruising at the baths, I am rarely attracted to guys who are simply lying on their backs their room, staring up at the ceiling. Maybe because it looks too passive for my taste, but mostly because I hate to reward laziness. The art of cruising (I admit it's a dying art among millennials) requires an effort, and I am all about rewarding effort. Still, for some reason, the dude I saw last night on his back definitely caught my attention. He was in his thirties, smooth bod, muscular legs, and one arm crooked behind his head. He had dimmed the lights enough that I had to get closer to check him out. Fuck, he was handsome. Light scruff, short hair, and an exposed armpit that was nicely defined and totally begging for attention. His cock was slung like a tube across his thigh. Not hard, not soft, but definitely a force I couldn't wait to reckon with. He said "hey" as I approached, and with his other hand, lazily gave his cock an absent-minded tug. I chose to ignore that, cuz I still wanted to burrow into this stud's armpit. Soo sweet it was, too! Just the right combination of day-old soap (maybe) and natural sweat. I flicked at it with my tongue, and he said "go for it, bro." I chowed down on it, loving that melding of smell and taste that's not for everyone but happens to drive me wild. As I was doing that, I could see that he was now completely hard, and whoa! What was slung before was now a really beautiful cock standing fully upright. It was no match for an armpit, even if I loved nuzzling a stud who so far had only said five words to me. To get the best angle, I knew I had to be kneeling between the stud's legs, so I climbed up and used my own knee to spread his legs. That's often a moment of truth in a bathhouse encounter, since most tops don't want to be made vulnerable like that. But this one was cool, and within a minute, I had full access to his giant cock, shaved balls, and musky taint--another favorite detail that generally makes most men cave when it's grazed. I crooked a finger and brushed the short hairs under his balls. I could feel his cock jump up. So this handsome man of few words is still kicking back, one arm behind his head, while I'm kneeling and trying my best to do justice to hs cock. The fact that he's leaking precum just adds to my excitement. I never know if tops truly understand how incredibly hot precum is for a cocksucker. It's both incentive and reward. He obviously understood, since he squeezed his cock to make a huge gob gather at the tip. Then he pushed my head down as he commanded me to "take it all the way down." I was in pig heaven and didn't even notice or care that I'd left the door to his room ajar. That's half the fun of a bathhouse, and if I'd thought of it, I would have left it that way in hopes that another horny bro would feel confident about joining us. Or at least exploring the possibility. On a Friday night, that was almost guaranteed, and before long, I could see the lower half of another guy standing where I had been, next to the bed. I felt his hand on my head, heard him ask if I was "doing a good job," and then groaned when he ran his hand in a single motion from the back of my neck all the way down my back, over my ass, and slid a single finger along the crack of my ass. Sometimes it's those simple gestures that are the mark of a skilled top. A single finger pausing in the right place for a second is like serving notice that your ass has been noted and claimed. At that point, with my throat getting a workout as the first dude raised and lowered his hips to go deeper, I didn't even care who the newcomer was. I was just glad to be a pig with two tops who seemed happy to use me in different ways at the same time. I never stopped deep-throating the handsome dude on his back. Maybe he and the third guy exchanged glances that amounted to permission for the second dude to continue probing my ass. Either way, without a word, the third dude got behind me and lubed up my ass. I was in no position to say anything with a mouthful of cock, and all I could do was grunt as he slid in slow and deep and opened me up. The first top said "fuck yeah, dude, that's hot." Pretty soon, the guy fucking me was thrusting into me, which pressed me forward onto the first dude's massive cock. Then he'd pull back on my hips, and it was like he was using me to get the other dude off while he was fucking my ass. Forward, back, forward. I was gasping and drooling, and a total mess, but I loved being used by both men at the same time. After a couple of minutes, my host raised his hips, held my head down firmly, and blew a load right down my throat. In total silence, like it was my job just to take it. I never even got to taste his cum, and I might have drowned if I had! I love feeling a hard cock pumping, and I could feel his cum pouring directly down my throat, pulse after pulse. That must have set the other dude off, cuz he then grabbed my hips, pulled me back onto his cock, and grunted, thrashed around, and generally used me like a rag doll to breed. My knees were killing me, and I felt used in the nicest way. A belly full of cum, a gaping hole leaking cum, and two top dudes who didn't know each other but high-fived as I grabbed my towel and headed to the showers. Now I know that appearances can be very deceiving. A stud "at rest" may not be lazy at all, just lying in wait for the right sub to service him, take his load, as well as that of any other random stud he approves of. Lesson learned.

I think this Yankee slut is gonna plan a visit to Blackpool next summer. Can’t wait to retrace your steps. Did you stay somewhere other than Trades because you knew you’d need a break? I wonder if one actually gets to sleep if you’re staying there!

Very nice, dark, and sexy. And with French and Italian for good measure!

Does anyone remember the Adonis Theater in NYC? That was my first porn, first lesson in cruising, first introduction to group action. An amazing place I still think about.

I believe a true top just knows. It’s not what you wear. It’s in the eyes, and tops know it. They read bottoms like a book, even if you dont intend to be obvious. Lying face down is kinda a turn off for many tops (who wants a passive bottom?). Half the fun for tops is taking control, demonstrating their superiority. Attitude projects as strongly as any towel or jockstrap. Just be yourself.

Had a business lunch that didn’t end until 2:30. Instead of returning to the office, I decided to swing by the local bathhouse. I was horny as fuck, and although the real action isn’t until late at night, I figured there might be one or two guys as horny as I was mid-afternoon. in one of the rooms with a large bed, I saw a muscle daddy: short with a powerful build, hairy chest, and stroking himself in boxer briefs that had to stretch to fit over muscular thighs. He was totally my type, but sometimes muscle dudes only want to fuck around with other muscle, so I smiled lamely and kept on cruising. On another trip around the maze of rooms, I realized his open door was facing me at the end of a corridor. Like he could see everyone who approached. I slowed down and stared right at him as I approached very slowly. The front of my towel was definitely tented. This time he smiled, and gave his package a big tug, just so I could see. Fuck yeah! i entered his room and he slid off the bed and stood. “Come here, boy,” he commanded. “Are you going to be a good boy for daddy?” My heart was pounding. He had read all the signals, and now I was going to be fucked by the hottest man in the place. He got back on the bed and sat with his back against the wall, legs spread. “Get on it” was all he had to say. I climbed up, still in a towel, and knelt down to suck his cock. Instantly his hands were roaming all over my shoulders and arms. “Nice” was all he said. Kneeling with my head down and ass in the air facing an open door, I realized how that must look to others passing by: smooth, tight ass with hole exposed, waiting to be filled. He said as much: “You are exactly the kind of boy I want to share with other muscle daddies.” That was followed by a question I wasn’t expecting. “Have you ever been fucked while being restrained?” Shit, I was out of my depth here. I told him no, at which point he pushed my head down a little more onto his cock. When your ass is in the air, you can feel even the slightest movement of air on your exposed hole. I felt the change before I ever saw the man who had just entered the room behind me. My new master must have waved him in silently. All I felt was a calloused hand cupping my ass. ”Turn around boy, and check out the kind of man I like to share my boys with” I did as I was told, still kneeling but turning my head to see who belonged to the hand that just felt me up. Fuck, he was hot! Another short, powerfully built dude in his 40s with a full red-brown beard. Handsome as hell, I thought. ”His ass is yours. He’s a good little slut boy who knows his place.” Could they really be referring to me? An hour before I was in a suit talking about legal strategy. And now I’m on my knees drooling over two hairy muscle dudes, one of whom was squirting lube on my hole as the other held my head on his cock? The ginger dude’s hands moved from caressing my ass to spreading it. His cock was thick and hard and the lube meant he just slid right home. Fuck! My mind was racing. I’d never done it with two guys, and certainly not two guys who pretty much fit my ultimate fantasy. Our host directed the whole thing. “Breed him slow and deep, cuz I only like fucking wet holes.” The ginger dude was happy to oblige, and I was in pig heaven with both holes stuffed. I could feel his hairy stomach on my back as he folded over me to shoot a hot load deep inside. “Good boy. I love seeing an obedient smooth ass bred properly.” Bred. I had just been “bred.” The top was more pony than stallion, but I loved every minute of it—and every inch of his amazingly well-defined chest, abs, arms, and legs. After he pulled out, my host said, “that’s a good boy. My turn now.” He was true to his word, playing with the fresh cum leaking out of my ass. He made me push some of it out and fed it to me. Sweet! And then he fucked me slow and deep, all the way in, all the way out, and punching back in until the first guy’s load was all frothy. i limped back to my office with a smile. Can’t wait to go back there some afternoon, and maybe my fantasy dads will be there again.

Trusting Truvada, I gave it up to the hottest couple who were playing together. One had a full beard and an awesome PA. He was supposedly the bottom, but his sexy salt-and-pepper, dominant bf commanded him to fuck me after the dom top opened me up with fingers. Before being on PreP, I might have baled when it became intense, but the combination of Truvada and the dom top making out with me while the “sub” cub fucked me felt too fantastic to object. Next thing I know, the hot bearded dude was breeding my hole. It was amazing. The dom top kept telling me my ass belonged to them, and I couldn’t deny I was hungry for it. Cum ran out my hole for like an hour after that, which other tops of course figured out and naturally interpreted as license to add to. Now I totally get the meaning of “Truvada whore.”

This is awesome. I know those feelings on both sides of the hole, and you’ve done an amazing job putting those intense sensations into prose. Keep writing!

This is quite the amazing story. It’s so well written, I can’t bear to be away from these characters for long. Here’s hoping you’ll continue. Thanks very much for the pleasure you’ve given already.

It was on here that I learned the term “BBC,” and as a clean-cut vanilla white man, I didn’t expect I’d ever have the chance to experience it first hand. Last night changed all that. I was in NYC for work. No luck online, so I decided to check out the baths. I naively thought Saturday night would be a hot scene. The East Side Club was cool, but there just weren’t many men there. Around midnight, I decided to cut my losses and head home. No sooner did that thought cross my mind than this massive black dude walked by. He was built like a linebacker, buzzed head, and handsome as hell. I stayed put for the moment, hoping he might circle back. Sure enough, he did. Then he stopped in my doorway. More like he FILLED the doorway to my room. He nodded at me, and I made sure he saw me stroking under my towel. He stepped into the room, and my heart jumped. He was so gorgeous. He managed a “hey, bud,” and that was the extent of conversation. That’s because he dropped his towel, and I was speechless at the sight of his cock. Holy shit. I started to stand up, so I wouldn’t appear totally lazy and passive. I wanted to work his chest and breathe in his scent. Instead, he just pushed me back down, gently but firmly. “Get to work, boy,” he ordered. “Suck my fucking cock.” It was a beauty. Long, thick, cut, black, and slightly curved. I went to work like the starved cocksucker I am. Actually it was more like worship, as I savored every moment of serving the god who towered over me. I must have done my job well, since he was rock hard in seconds. I pulled back to see what I’d done. His cock was massive. Rock hard, it was like an iron club. His hand cradled the back of my head and he placed it under his sack, straddling me but not crushing me. The musky warmth was heavenly! Do black dudes really smell different from white dudes? Yum. As I worked his hairy balls and taint with my tongue, he had full access to mine. I was rock hard, but it wasn’t my cock he reached for. He took a gob of lube and with one swipe of his huge hand, smeared my crack and hole. It felt amazing, although I was happy exploring his balls and hairy hole from below, It all happened very fast. He got off me, spun around, and lifted my legs. I was pretty powerless at that point anyway. He just bent over, lowered himself down to my ear, and said, “are you ready?” I looked him in the eye for the first time. So fucking handsome! I nodded, and possibly gulped or whimpered “yes,” like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights. He was gentle. It took some manouvering to line up his cock with my hole, I guess because our bodies were such different sizes. Then he found my hole. He actually smiled and said, “that’s the spot.” There was no mention of condoms, and I was in total ecstasy with the feeling of being slowly opened. He was slow, but he never backed off from pressing in. He gave me time to adjust to his thickness. Fuck, I had no idea my ass could handle something that big. I could feel the muscles relax, and he just kept sinking deeper into my hole until he was all the way in. “Breathe,” he reminded me. “Deep breath out.” It’s an amazing feeling being totally full of cock, your hole flexing, a hot top taking each muscle flex to go deeper until you just become his. He started pulling out, pushing in. Before long, there was a squishy sound and he picked up the pace. I was folded in half as he held my ankles together with one big hand. Pretty soon I’d forgot all about taking him, I just wanted to feel him opening me, then pounding me, then filling me. At one point he said “fuck, you’re tight.” I took that as a compliment. Then, mid-thrust, he said simply, “sweet hole. I’m gonna breed it, you know.” I nodded or whimpered, and he went to town. I couldn’t have taken an extended pounding from a 200 pound linebacker, but picking up the pace, he was making good on his promise. With a low groan, and a final thrust that was already deep inside my ass, he let it go. I couldn’t feel cum, but I could feel that BBC spasming. I knew I was being bred. Seriously flooded. He stroked the side of my head and said, “good boy.” Then he even asked me, “you ever taken a big black dick before?” I shook my head, more concerned that he had just pulled out of my hole, and I felt for the first time another term I’ve read on this site: gaping. He smiled and said, “you did good. I’m glad I got to be the first. I just blew a huge load inside you. That was awesome.” And then he unfolded my legs, rose up, grabbed his towel, and he was gone. I forgot to ask his name, thank him, or anything. Considering I had been about to leave before, I went to see what time it was and stretch my legs. 1:15. I had just been fucked for more than an hour. Now I’m here to say BBC really is big, black, beautiful, kind, sexy, handsome, and loaded with warm seed. Thanks for reading.

I actually stayed home from work this aft in order to read this. The writing is fantastic, and the plot just kept me on edge, leaking precum just like those unsuspecting studs in the campground. Now if only life would imitate art, I’d be a happy slut. Thanks for writing and posting this. Please write again!

This is definitely the best porn I’ve ever read here or anywhere else. Thank you so much for making it available. The plot is amazing and ultimately very believable. I wish there was a Simon in my building!

Lucky you, bro. I love that you enjoyed it for all the right reasons before you knew who he was.

This is an amazing story. So hot, so wrong, so irresistible when a skilled top decides he’s gonna have what he wants. Exactly my fantasy!

Amazing! Wish Boston men showed that kind of warm welcome.

Thanks to this site, I know all about stealthing and how it’s done. I definitely get off starting with a condom but ending with a hole overflowing with fresh seed, whether because the rubber broke or broke accidentally on purpose, or got removed when the bottom is too blissed out to notice. Tonight at the baths, a tall skinny dude got the room next door. After he changed, he left his room and came into mine. He started playing with my hole, added gobs of Gun Oil, and before I knew it, he yanked my hips back, hooked his arms under my legs, and assaulted my hole. With extra gun oil, there was no problem taking his long cock with a rubber. it was the extra deep strokes that were the first clue. I know from here that’s how you break through the end of a condom. Of course I didn’t let on that I knew the score as he drilled fast and hard and deep. He was awesome, talked dirty as he leaned in with my legs over his shoulders. He called me “boy” as he took charge, telling me he knew I wanted to be fucked and filled. Well, that’s exactly what happened. He came in convulsions of cum, but then he left in a hurry. That’s when I started to feel cum leaking out of my hole. Tons of cum! It turns me on knowing that he bred my ass thinking I didn’t want his seed. I did, and now it’s sloshing away in me. Nice!

I’ve never NOT had an awesome time at Slammer. The setup is perfect for every scene, and there’s usually guys of all ages, size, race, and preference there! In general, later is better, except for Sunday afternoon. Younger bros might prefer the Zone, but in my experience, rugged men head for Slammer. The sounds and smell of sex make it the most erotic environment I’ve ever experienced.