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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.

Went for a bike ride this afternoon and stopped by the wooded area on the edge of town where squirt listed some action. Damn if the woods weren’t full of hot men cruising the well worn paths. There are areas cut out of the tall shrubbery where guys connect. Hot! I followed a black dude in sweatpants who ducked into one of those private areas. By the time I reached him, he was striking through his pants. Fuck, the whole front of him was tented. When I got in front of him, he pulled out a massive uncut cock. It was amazing—thick, long, and hard. He nodded for me to get on it, and I did. Tried to take the whole thing down my throat but couldn’t manage the entire length. He started moaning and rocking, telling me to suck his cock. Fuck, yeah. Then he held my head down and reached back to my ass. He fingered my hole under my shorts and shoved them down. That left me gagging on his cock with my ass exposed in the cool air. I couldn’t see the third guy who approached, but I could see his hairy shins as I was held face down on the black dude’s cock. The other guy touched my hole. I flinched cuz I wasn’t expecting that. I heard the black dude say, “go for it, he’s got work to do.” Next thing I knew the third guy spit on my ass and put his cock against my crack. The black dude pushed my down and growled, “take that cock, bitch.” The guy with hairy legs lubed my crack and slid inside me, pumping hard while I was getting face fucked. It all happened so quick. The black dude pumped a huge load down my throat, still holding my head down, so there was nothing to do but swallow his thick seed. The other guy kept pumping hard and deep and bred my hole. He was still rocking as his breathing returned to normal. They high fived, zipped up, and left me with shorts around my ankles, cum running down my leg, and my jaw aching from a huge black cock and a belly full of cum. I love summer in the city!

Alas, that is probably what the moderator intended. I wish you would reconsider.

It was counterintuitive that a nearly deserted bath house would have the hottest action. And last night was proof. There were exactly five of us. But because the play areas were empty, pigs felt liberated to be their piggiest. A twentysomething kid just wanted to get fucked. He was begging for it. He also got what he wished for. A hot daddy with a thick curving cock took him to pound town while the rest of us licked, jerked, and cheered them on. There was a shy Middle Eastern stud who stayed on the sidelines stroking. I loved his razor-trimmed thick dark beard, and his cock was thick and uncut. I kneeled down in front of him, looking up for permission. He gave it with a nod, no words needed. He was a “grower.” His cock, already impressive, just kept growing in my mouth. Foreskin, precum, dark hairy thighs: I was in pig heaven. The novelty for me was being in a room with four other guys all going at it. The kid getting pounded, the daddy taking turns on both of them, and me and the Arabian stallion. My man of few words never told me he was going to shoot his load. But I should have known when he pushed my head down and held it there. It’s a strange feeling when a thick cock begins to pump. You feel those muscles start, and only after a second or two, I felt the blast of cum. The first one went right down the back of my throat. Hot, but there’s no taste buds back there. The next blast started filling my mouth, and it kept on pumping! It was totally hot, the look, taste, and smell of him. I waited until the pumping stopped, and there I was with a huge mouthful of tangy seed. I wanted this stud in me, so I gladly swallowed while he held my chin up to watch. Another nod, a slight smile, and he was gone. Seconds later, the dude with the big scimitar cock roared as he blew a load into the college boy’s bubble butt. More smiles and high fives, and our merry band of pigs disbanded. It was one of the hottest nights in a long time.

This is simply amazing, without doubt the finest fiction I’ve ever read here, or anywhere for that matter. It takes BZ to a new level. Thank you!

Whoa. This is hot as fuck. Amazing how you describe the experience of the spitroast and gagging on cum.

Holy shit, that’s hot. I’ve been camping alone and wished several times this might happen with studs I’d seen at nearby sites.

That is exactly how it’s supposed to work. I’m envious!

Slammer is the best, and the dark room is the best of all: sounds and smells when you can barely see make things twice as erotic, and when hands are coming from all over the place, it turns everyone into pigs. Sweaty bods, grunting, cum everywhere. Can’t wait to go next weekend.

The fact that real people are the basis for your fiction makes your writing all the more authentic. You definitely have a gift for writing. I can’t recall a story of the same length where the author successfully developed characters, a plot, incorporated suspense, sexual tension, and just about every emotion every gay reader has ever experienced. There ought to be a prize, and you would definitely win it. Thank you, thank you for beginning, developing, and finishing this story so well.

This is amazing fiction. The people, the setting, and the action are vivid and believable (and enviable!). It would make such a great screenplay for TIM. I wish...

I had such a good time at East Side Club on Thursday that I went back for more last night. Figured Saturday night would have a lively crowd. It was not exactly crowded, but I was there, and after all, it only takes one hot fuck to make it worthwhile. I found him way upstairs, where I went just to make sure I wasn’t missing anything. That part of East Side Club is often empty, and as a result, you can mess around in public with little risk of staff telling you to “get a room.” He was hanging out on a low bench outside the rooms, then a line of closed doors. He was a compact Latino dude, thitysomething, with a scruffy beard, dark hairy legs (my fav), and lazily stroking his cock under his towel. I stopped to check him out, and he kept stroking while looking me in the eye. I reached down to graze his chest and he loved it. That’s when he pulled aside the towel. This small stud was packing serious meat! His cock was dark, thick, uncut, and already leaking pre-cum under the hood. I started to stroke it, and he reached up, and tried to guide my head down. I had the same idea, and I knelt down and started sucking. Fuck, it was hot, and still against house rules to play in public. He hardly spoke English and I hardly speak Spanish, but moans, grunts, and hands were all we needed. When he reached back and found my hole, opened it, and made it wet, I signaled my approval by diving deep on his cock. And I managed to show him my key tag with my room number. I often jerk off thinking about getting fucked by guys who are the opposite of me. In this case, an uncut Latino dude with calloused hands and ripe pits was just the ticket. In broken English he asked if I wanted “make love your hole,” or something like that. Pretty soon he was swiping lube down my crack and patting the bed and signing “spin around.” He whispered “I go slow.” It was an incredible fuck. I can’t handle tops who don’t prepare my ass with a finger or a tongue. He did both. And entering me, he let me totally set the pace, staying still but remaining rock hard, so that I could open up gradually and feel him sink deep into my ass as it gradually got used to his thickness. Once he was balls deep, he gradually switched from really slow and gentle mode to relentless pile-driver! It took my breath away, but he had made me ready, and he had definitely earned the right to pound the preppy white guy impaled on his uncut monster. He had me by the hips and was pulling me into him, then thrusting hard to send his cock deep, making my head hit the wall in front of me. I was shaking, but I kept thinking “hurts so good”. The proof was my own cock staying hard and leaking from a prostate massage. Pound Town became Long-dicking, and I was in white knuckle mode, taking each pulling out and pushing back as a fresh fuck. I felt like the proverbial rag doll. It couldn’t last forever, and I could tell this dude was into planting seed. The final assault was with me on my back, him holding my ankles way up high, while his hips did the work. Drops of salty sweat were falling onto me, and he was looking me in the eye again when he went really slow, then really deep, and stayed there with an anguished expression on that handsome face. I could tell he was pumping again and again, filling me up. He was sweet. I never learned his name, but I loved the way he never pulled out, mixed up the pace, and made sure I enjoyed the ride as much as he did.