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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.

Who says the baths in nyc are dead? Had an awesome time last night. A big black dude I passed in the hall grabbed be, pulled me close, and started working his hand between my cheeks through my towel. He was a giant, hot beard, and towering over me. It must have looked like Godzilla ravishing Bambi, but that’s why I went there. Back in my room, he pushed me down on the bed, facing the door, and clamped a hand on the back of my head, pushing me down to suck his cock. Fuck, it kept getting bigger and bigger. What I wasn’t expecting was him opening the door. With a massive cock down my throat, and my face in his pubes, I couldn’t protest. I couldn’t even see past him to know if a third dude was coming into the room. Pretty soon there was a second pair of legs. Dark, hairy, muscular! I pulled off the black dude lomg enough to look up , and it was a middle eastern stud obviously getting off on the white kid being dominated. The new guy pushed me onto his cock, which was uncut and ripe. Love the way a guy smells—way better than poppers. But poppers is what I needed when he pulled me forward and the black dude started fingering my hole. The middle eastern guy held me down, cock down my throat, while the black dude moved behind me. I heard him spit, felt the gob hit my ass, and then he just pushed inside. Spitroasted. Fuck, all I could do was grunt while they both had their way with my holes. The black dude blew pretty quickly, and by then I was totally hoping for a second load from the hot Arab stud. But those two high-fived and left me with a gaping hole oozing fresh seed. It was so fucking hot, and even more so because it was so unexpected.

The darkest dark room I’ve ever been to is the Cellar in Toronto. Sexiest scene ever! Holes, hands, mouths, everywhere. It was a tactile fantasy land and all my senses were blazing because I couldn’t see a thing. Hot AF!

Dude, your response is totally honest and as such, very appealing and even charming. As for a bf, it will happen! Probably when you least expect it. I hope you’ll keep reading and writing. I’ll be surprised if anyone here took offense, as you predicted. Hope not, anyway.

I agree that apps are the least effective means of hooking up. BBRT is consistently good, since in my experience, only guys who want to hook are there. The quick connect ads work almost every time. I also used to enjoy the chat rooms on Gay.com, but I tend to regard verbal sparring as a form of cruising. Finally, saunas, sex clubs, and Cumunion events are what I enjoy most. You can do as much or as little as you like, all the senses are blazing, and they are all about real-time human interaction.

Nicely told. I love how the top fingered you slowly, working with your rhythm but not diverting your own fuck. Also admire the description of a cock passing your hole, pausing, and continuing down your crack. That is totally how it works when a skilled top is in charge. Your moment of resignation is hot.

The Heath was all that I'd fantasized about when I finally found the courage to go there last June. It was a summer night and it seemed like it took forever for darkness to descend. The action really didn't begin until late, around 11 or so, and I worried that I'd never find the Fuck Tree or find my way back to the road if I did! The Tree is a remarkable feature. It is huge, literally horizontal, and occupies the middle of a large clearing. It's a busy place during the day with hikers, dog walkers, and anyone coming or going to and from the lower Heath. But after dark, the clearing is full of men, single and in couples. Young, old, jocks, something for every taste. I couldn't help imagining Druid or some ancient cult gathering around a sacred tree, but it really does have a presence, and people obviously go there to fuck or get fucked in the ceremonial sense, like a gay rite of passage. Until it gets dark, there's more action on surrounding paths. My decision as newbie to go early was pretty much a waste of time compared to the all-out fuckfest after dark. The tree is justifiably famous, although I found that the men fucking there don't automatically welcome a group scene. They may want sex in public but not with a group. That was a little disappointing. On the bright side, the path one takes down from the Hampstead road was a really hot scene. It was darker than the Fuck Tree clearing, and cruising was much more interesting. When two guys meet, a third or fourth might come closer and join in. It was the most intense, erotic thing, albeit tinged with danger, since I would not have been able to tell the difference in the dark between a dude looking for sex and a thug looking to crack my skull. Fortunately I found the former over and over. That was on my way back up to the main road. I might never have made it down to the main event if I'd just arrived. I'm definitely looking forward to my next visit to the Heath. It takes a bit of effort to take the Tube and walk up to the area, but it is worth it--like going to hog heaven.

I have this thing for inked boys. It must be the old story of opposites attracting, since I'm such a clean-cut prep. I just love bad boys. At the baths, it was getting late on a Sunday afternoon. Most of the action happens before 6, and I didn't get there until around 4. Not much going on in the rooms, so I headed for the sauna, which is pretty much my favorite scene anyway. There he was. Slim, trim, blond, scruff, cocky, and with several tats. I scooted up onto the upper bench around the corner, just so I could check him out and not appear to be staring. An older dude came in and started playing with the bad boy's cock. And the kid just reached up, put his hand on the back of his head, and forced him down on his cock. I couldn't see much else, except when the sauna door opened, and the light from outside spilled in. The dude giving head must not have done a great job, cuz he was dismissed after only a few minutes. The left the inked dude solo on the bench. His legs were spread after getting serviced, and he was still showing a really nice hard cock. I made my move. I love sucking cock, and I wanted this guy's load. I gave him my best effort, and I loved hearing him grunt with approval. Grunts led to moans, and he leaned over, and put his head down by mine. I could feel the nice scruff on my ear as he whispered, "we're going to my room. I gotta head out soon. It's number 13." Turns out it was lucky 13. In his room, he kicked back and told me to get between his legs. Love raking the hair on a dude's shins while I'm nursing his cock. That also let me nuzzle the inked areas on his thigh. I asked him if I was doing a good job, and he just held my head down, saying "don't stop, bro." After a while, he was reaching forward and playing with my hole. He told me to turn around and suck him while he rimmed me. FUCK, that was amazing, and I never felt anything so good. His beard was in my crack, and his tongue was better than most fingers. Amazing. He must have liked it, too, since he asked if I ever got fucked. Silence. I knew I wanted it, and it's not every day that a younger kid wants to fuck an older guy. He slid out from under me, told me to stay kneeling, adding that my hole was so sweet, he had to just try playing with it with his cock. That's what he did, and since I was all slicked up from his deep rimming, my hole was wet and hungry. The kid's cock was beautiful, and I was totally turned on knowing an inked boy was about to breed me raw. He pressed the head of his cock against my ass, found the perfect angle and approach, and slid in. Slow but without stopping. FUCK, it was hot. Then he started rocking, pushed me down so I was lying flat, and started to pick up the pace. It was a fantastic fuck. His beard felt so sexy on the back of my neck as he started talking nasty about filling up a tight ass with cum. It was hot imagining a jock dude doing push-ups over my ass, feeling his sweaty legs against the back of mine, and tasting the salt on his arm. He pounded and then stopped, pounding once again--I guess to make sure his load went deep inside. I carried that load around for the next hour or so, hoping to find another top dude half as hot. I really hope he's there again sometime. I didn't catch his name, but he was totally cute, like a man/boy, and like all good 20somethings, full of cum and happy to share it. Lucky 13 indeed.