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Grandpa porn is fucking hot! Knowing grandpa is potentially 3-4 times older than the guy he's currently fucking...WOOF! It is also hot thinking about the fact that when grandpa was the younger guy's age and bustin his nut anywhere and everywhere, the guy he's currently fucking was not even born yet. DAMN!

I love having a guy go from my ass to my mouth/throat over and over again. Tasting my ass juices on a guy's cock is so fucking great. As a guy goes back and forth between my two holes, it's hot finally knowing which hole sets him over the edge and officially makes me his cum dump.

I was militant about using condoms. I had a boyfriend of six months who was newly HIV+ and we always played safe. It was pre-Prep so we needed to be careful. At the time my boyfriend was not taking any meds because his doctors were determining which meds he could take without having a significant reaction, since he had not responded well to some med options at the time. What also added to the need to be careful even further was that my boyfriend had a huge donkey dick but was determined to wear a regular size condom. Because of that, there were times when the condom would break while my boyfriend fucked me. There were also times when the super tight condom on his over-sized dong, combined with the friction of it going in and out of my asshole, would cause the open end of the condom to push toward the head of his cock. There were numerous times when my boyfriend would pull out and the condom would be all bunched up around the head of his cock. I asked my boyfriend why he insisted on wearing a regular-size condom and he said the tightness of the condom against his cock made his cock feel so much better while fucking than wearing an XL or XXL condom. Because of this, we agreed he would always pull out before cumming, with him spraying his huge loads all over me. One day my boyfriend fucked me while I laid on my back with my legs spread wide. His chest was against mine and I felt his full weight on top of me. My boyfriend had been fucking me for awhile and he had two condoms break so far. He pulled out and put on another regular-size condom and start fucking me again. At one point while fucking me, I felt the third condom break inside my hole. As my boyfriend laid on top of me with his full weight against my chest, I spoke into his ear to let him know the condom broke again. He did not respond and kept on fucking me. I mentioned it again but was not too worried because he always pulled out and I could always tell when my boyfriend was close to cumming, and based on his breathing he still had a ways to go... Then suddenly my boyfriend lets out mind-blowing growl and I hear him scream "FUCK" at the top of his lungs, scaring the shit out of me. Before I could respond to any of it, he plunged his donkey dong up inside me to the hilt and i felt huge ropes of cum deep inside of me. At this point, I am screaming at the top of my lungs as my legs are flailing in the air. I cannot move my boyfriend because he is too heavy and he just lies on top of me with his full weight sinking in as experiences post-nut clarity. I start crying and have tears running down my face as I plead with him to get off of me. My boyfriend finally lifts himself off of me and slowly pulls his cock out of me. I look down in horror as I see the condom was broken and is now all bunched up at the base of his cock like it is a fucking cock ring! I look at my boyfriend and yell "What the fuck?!" I am in total disbelief as I slide off the bed and run to the bathroom. I got in the shower and used the douche hose to go deep as a means of washing his cum out of my ass, but I knew it as futile. I returned to my bedroom and realized my boyfriend was gone. I called his cell phone and it went to voicemail. I left a message and continued trying to call him with the same result and no return phone call from him. After a while, I drove to his place and buzzed the access panel for his condo with no response and no way to get inside. I never heard from my boyfriend again and knew I was fucked in more ways than one. I also knew that condoms were a thing of the past and it was time to finally let my inner piggy out.

I love black cock. The black guys I have been with are not looking for love or romance. They are looking to nut in a warm mouth because they need to empty their balls and are not going to waste their seed. They do it without asking and not caring where it happens; they will take you into the bushes or a dark alley or a parking lot. Sometimes they guide you into the closest public restroom or make you give them road head. There are always glory holes and adult theaters with black cocks ready to nut in my willing mouth. Then there are the black men who want me to suck them off in the comfort of their own homes, sometimes being a good host by having friends stop by to also sample my puffy lips and have a warm mouth to dump into. If it is black cock, it does not matter who it is attached to or what the guy looks like. My purpose is to serve any black cock presented to me and make it nut without exception.

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I would definitely drink down your blue and green piss! On one hand, knowing ahead of time about the unique color would be good, so I don't freak out, just in case. Normally, however, when I drink piss directly from the tap, I have my lips securely wrapped around a guy's cock so no piss can escape. Because of this, I don't know that I would know about the color difference right away. For me personally, I love the element of surprise. It is fucking hot when a guy takes control and makes sexual decisions that directly impact me without prior discussion, so I would find it very hot to have you piss your unique colors into me without telling me ahead of time! While this would not be for everyone, I would find it hot to undertake experiments with you, ensuring I drink your piss multiple times at all colors, depending on your hydration levels. · This would allow us to confirm if the color of your piss impacts the taste in any way. · Drinking all colors would also confirm if they impact the color of my tongue, similar to when I eat a flavored popsicle and my tongue changes color. · We could also experiment how me drinking the different colors of your piss impacts the whiteness of my teeth. Because teeth are porous, red wine can impact the color of my teeth and I wonder about the impact of blue and green piss. I would think the dark blue piss would have the greatest impact but experimenting would confirm this. o For teeth experimentation, we could do two separate types of tests using each color of piss. First we would see the impact of my teeth color when I take your cock in my mouth so the head of your cock is past my teeth and the piss does not spray directly on my them. I would also want to do a separate experiment of you spraying each piss color directly on my teeth while I either smile big for you or by wearing a dental cheek retractor/mouth spreader that is used for teeth whitening, so my teeth are fully exposed when you piss directly on them. The duration of the piss stream could also impact the color of my teeth, so we probably would want to experiment multiple times with each color and track the time of different piss streaming durations and the corresponding impact on my teeth. It would be interesting to see how drinking down your light blue, dark blue, and green piss impacts my piss afterwards. I would think my piss might change color, maybe being more consistently green when your individual colors meet up with my yellow piss. It would be interesting to find out! Setting the fantasy aside for a moment and on a more serious note: Before you engage with WS, it would likely be beneficial to contact your physician or a GLBTQ+ medical clinic to confirm the potential impact, risks, and side effects of doing WS with other guys, given you are taking Methylene Blue and its impact it has on your urine color. That would hopefully confirm what WS activities are safe to participate in, so you know for sure, and you can share this information with guys prior to hooking up. The guys you are thinking of hooking up with for WS could likewise contact their physician or a medical clinic to also confirm. I know this may be a buzzkill, but it could also ensure everyone stays safe.

I met up with a hot college guy named Evan on a cruising app several years ago. He just finished his finals and was looking for a way to totally unwind. He really got off on a guy blowing him for a few hours while he kicked back and enjoyed some beers and watched TV. He said it took him a while to cum and and once he did, he was good with the guy sucking out a second nut. I asked him if there was anything else he would enjoy beyond the beer and he said, "Pizza!" I told him I could order a pizza to be delivered and asked for his preference of toppings. When Evan arrived, he did not disappoint. He was 21, had auburn hair, and was in very good shape. As I let him in, the pizza arrived, so we made a quick pit stop to the kitchen to get paper plates and napkins and then headed to spare bedroom I converted into a mini-man cave. As we got settled in the room, Evan stripped down to his white calf-length gym socks and sneakers, per my request. I similarly stripped down as he sat down in the Scandinavian springy rocking chair facing the TV. Next to the chair was a mini-fridge and I got him his first beer and I pointed to some nearby red party cups if he wanted one. Evan grabbed the remote and searched until he found a previously recorded college football game available for streaming. Evan then opened the pizza box on top of the mini-fridge and put two slices of pizza on a paper plate. Evan was a bit over 6' 2" tall with long legs, so he was able to give me plenty of room to position myself on the floor between his legs for a marathon suck session. Once settled, I grabbed Evan's chubbed-up cock and inserted it in my open mouth. As I looked up at Evan in that moment, his eyes were glued to the game and he took his first bite of pizza. Evan enjoyed the pizza and beer and asked me to hand him another beer when needed. I could open the mini-fridge and grab a beer without taking my mouth off Evan's cock, to keep the momentum going. The entire time I sucked his cock, Evan never looked at me. He was intently watching the game and shifted his focus to the pizza box when he needed another slice. After about 45 minutes of me continually sucking his cock, Evan told me to stop sucking and to just hold his cock in my mouth. As I wondered what was going on, I suddenly felt one big spurt of piss hit the back of my throat and I coughed in surprise. My eyes bugged out as Evan said "Here it comes" and the initial spurt was replaced with a vigorous and steady stream of piss that was hitting the back of my throat. Talk about emotional overload! I never had anyone piss down my throat. Evan and I also never talked about him pissing down my throat. The taste was gross and yet if I did not drink his piss, it would get all over me and the carpet. Evan knew I had no other choice but to drink his piss and as I looked at him with desperation in my eyes, he made brief eye contact for an instant, maybe to see if I was going to pull off his cock. When I looked at him he had a fucking smirk on his face. Evan's focus immediately returned to the game like there was nothing out of the ordinary. After about 20-25 seconds, I felt a few final spurts of Evan's piss hit my tongue and he was done. I slowly started to suck his cock again. Evan spent almost seven hours (about 6pm - 1am the next morning) in my mini-man cave drinking beer, eating pizza, and feeding me his piss and cum. He streamed two college football games, while he drank five beers and two bottles of water toward the end. He also ate the entire extra-large pizza. Evan pissed down my throat six times, me drinking every drop. With me sucking him and drinking his piss for seven hours, I also pissed six times while I was sucking Evan. The first time I had to pee, I took my mouth off his cock to let him know. As I started to get up to the bathroom, he said "wait!" He reached over and grabbed a red party cum and handed it to me to pee in. The smirk on his face made me realize I did not have a choice. Once I was done peeing, I set the party cup on the floor out of the way, and Evan said, "Don't want any risk it will get spilled and making a mess. Drink up!" I looked at him and his smirk in disbelief, and slowly lifted the cup to my lips and drank it down. Evan made me show him the empty cup and then waved his cock at me to put it back in my mouth, while his focus went back to the game. When we finished up, I confirmed with Evan that he was ok to drive home with the amount of beer he drank, and out the door he went, without a care in the world. I, meanwhile, closed the front door and ran to the bathroom as fast as I could!

I have sucked off front desk guys in the back room you can walk into from the reception area. I have also sucked off hotel managers; one on his office, one in my room, and one in an uncleaned vacant room where the bed was unmade from the previous guests, their used towels were all over the bathroom floor, and garbage cans were full of trash.

I suck cock the way the top/feeder wants it done because it is all about him.

I have a few pee fantasies, most inspired by gay porn I have watched: 1. Have plastic party cups sitting upright in urinals in a public men's room. If the guy is so inclined, rather than peeing into the urinal, he can fill up the cup and after he walks away, I come out of a nearby stall to get the cup and drink down his pee. 2. A waterless urinal that has a hose/pipe connection coming out of the bottom of the urinal that can be secured directly to my open mouth while I lie on the floor underneath the urinal. The pipe keeps my mouth continuously open and the guy spreads his legs and straddles me. There is no place for his pee to go except through the urinal and into my mouth. Having this hooked up in my garage so guys can discreetly walk in from the side garage door to do their business in private would be fucking hot. In a public men's room it would be hot to have the urinal with the hose/pipe coming out the bottom in a private stall, whereby once the guy walks into the stall, he can close and lock the stall door if he wants to have some privacy, and then straddle me lying on the floor. I think some guys would feed me their pee in a public setting like nasty gay bars or bathhouses. I also think some guys would feed me their pee leaving the stall door unlocked and open so others guys could take a look. The private stall also allows those shy guys with a nasty streak to pee into my mouth when they might not be willing to do it with an audience. 3. A trough urinal with a sloped basin that is long enough to have 3-4 guys lined up side-by-side, with one drain pipe in the center attached directly to my mouth, as I lie on the floor. 4. A modified portable outdoor event urinal unit in the shape of a square, whereby there is a urinal for guys to stand and pee in all four corners simultanously. Modify the unit internally so there is sufficient room for me to lie down and breathe comfortably unseen within the center of the unit (haven't figured that part out yet.) Have hoses that connect directly from each of the four urinals to one hose or pipe secured to my mouth. 5. Have my head secured inside a box that rests on the floor so my body is face up and I am lying flat on the floor. The box has a wooden frame and a plexiglass top so I can see the guy peeing. A plastic see-through hose is inserted through the plexiglass top, which is connected to my mouth. The other end of the hose is secured to a large drum funnel which could be 11" - 18" wide by 7" - 13" high to give plenty of space for a guy's strong stream and large volume of pee. In theory, more than one guy could pee in the funnel simultaneously without worry. I would construct it so a guy can stand back on the wooden frame of the box, or on a separate platform, and have his steam of pee project through the air and into the funnel, rather than needing to have his cock right up to the opening of the funnel at all times. The guy can move closer to the funnel opening as his stream diminishes to make sure he always hits his target. I think I could experience three of these options pretty easily but am holding out hope that I can eventually experience all five!

As a bottom, I do not feel any need to get off and my exclusive focus is always on keeping the top satisfied and how to best get him off. I prefer tops who do not give a rat’s ass about me getting off because the focus is all about them. On rare occasion, I have gotten off when the top cums, because the scenario is so hot, it puts me over the edge unexpectedly. I have also had tops literally fuck the cum out of me without me touching myself, which is also unplanned and unexpected. Otherwise, getting myself off only happens after I have taken care of the top. When I can say with confidence “my job here is done,” and the top is fully drained and has moved on, then I can get myself off alone, in the privacy of whatever space I occupy in the moment: That could be in my home, my used room at the bathhouse or in a glory hole booth that still smells of sex and the top having used me to get off.

I have had sex with adult bookstore and gay bathhouse clerks over the years. The most outrageous experiences happened many times for almost four years, when I was 20 to 24 years old. There was an adult bookstore down the hill and easily within walking distance from the Catholic college I attended. I took time off before college, so I did not enroll at this college until I was 20. That fateful night, I was one only customer in the bookstore in the middle of the night when the African American clerk in his mid-30s, as part of his overall cleaning process, cleaned and mopped the floor of the video booths next to the one I was using. I had seen the clerk on previous visits, and he was well-built and came across as having street-smarts and a cocky attitude. That night, when he was done cleaning the video booths next to mine, he opened the door to my booth, even though I was watching porn and the light over the door was lit, indicating someone was using the booth. When he opened the door, I was naked except for my athletic socks and running shoes. I was stroking my cock with my right hand and fingering my asshole a finger from my left hand. I jumped when he opened the door and quickly removed my finger from my ass. He clearly saw what I was doing, and I expected him to apologize and close the door. Instead, he said, “Don’t mind me,” and shoved his large middle finger up my ass! I could not believe he was flipping me off with his middle finger up inside my fucking asshole! To add to the moment, my video booth door was fully open because the clerk had pushed the rolling mop bucket against my door and the weight of it kept my booth door open wide. As I stood there in utter shock and humiliation, he unzipped the fly to his shorts and pulled out a big, long cock. In a condescending tone, he told me to turn around, get on my knees, and suck his cock hard. I did as I was told and then he ordered me to stand up, turn around, and show him my “scrawny ass.” Again, I did as I was told, and he ordered me to grab his cock and stick it in my fuck hole. As soon as the big helmet head popped inside of me, he firmly grabbed my hips and started fucking me like crazy, not giving me any time to adjust the size of his cock. I screamed loudly, but no one else was in the building and he did not seem to care. He fucked me like I was a rag doll and finally he yelled loudly, “TAKE MY FUCKING BABIES, BITCH!” Once he calmed down and started breathing normally, he put his cock away and zipped up the fly of his shorts. He swiveled me around and told me to clean fucking booth and to mop the booth floor good.” He then said, “And here is some collateral to make sure you good a good job,” as he grabbed my sweatshirt and my shorts holding my wallet that were sitting on the stool in my booth! As he walked the hall to the front of the store with my clothes, he yelled, “Return the mop to the supply closet when done and come up to the front counter.” “FUCK!” I think to myself, feeling totally overwhelmed. I am bare-ass naked with nothing on but my calf-length athletic socks and running shoes! I quickly grabbed the cleaning supplies and cleaned the booth, even though I don’t know what I’m doing. I then grabbed the mop, and mopped the booth floor, making sure I hit every spot so he would not ask for a do-over. I literally ran full-force, rolling the mop bucket to the supply room and closed the door. I then sprinted to the front of the store and the counter where the clerk is waiting for me before any new customers arrived. Before I proceed further with that happened that night, I need to explain something about the counter where the clerks sit and deal with customers. It is to near the front of the store, off to the side directly against a wall. When you approached the counter, it is raised up off the floor whereby the clerk’s waist was shoulder level to the customer who stood below. When the staff interacted with customers, it meant they needed to lean over slightly to grab money or merchandise that the customer lifted to them, with the item being slightly above the customer’s head level when the clerk took it, depending on the customer’s height. I found out that night that the reason the clerk’s counter was so much higher than the customer was because there was an ADA ramp against the wall, with a 30” rise off the main floor to the floor for the counter area. As I ran to the counter and the clerk looked down on me from above with an arrogant smirk on his face, I pleaded for him to give me my clothes back. He told me my clothes were behind the counter and to come on up and get them. That’s when he pointed to the ADA ramp against the wall. I ran up the ADA ramp and when I got to the top, I noticed there was a lot of equipment and merchandise stored the on the shelves underneath the counter. The clerk sat on a stool with a back on it in the space where the clerks directly interacted with customers. He can tell I was looking around for my shorts and my sweatshirt and finally said, “I’m sitting on them.” I responded by asking, “May I please have my clothes back?” to which he said, “It looks like they are teaching you good manners at that private Catholic school.” My eyes bugged out due to him knowing more information than I felt comfortable. I also wondered how he knew, and as if reading my mind, he said, “Your sweatshirt and socks,” to which I looked down at my athletic socks and saw they had the college logo and name on each side. I knew my sweatshirt had the same logo and the college name on it. FUCK, that was not my smartest move! As I stood there totally dazed, the clerk said, “This is what you are gonna do…. You have not cleaned my cock after sticking it up your scrawny ass,” so get down here and clean it off and you will get your clothes back. He made me unzip his fly and pull out his big ole cock and I started to get on my knees, when he stopped me. “This is how it’s gonna be,” as he moved the stool he was sitting on about three feet. “You get on your hands and knees over here, and he pointed to the area direct under the counter where he interacted with customers. I crouched down under the counter. He then moved the stool back in place and sat on it, whereby his cock was level with my mouth. He then barked out, “Now clean my fucking cock, bitch!” I opened my mouth and started cleaning his cock. After about five minutes, I heard the doorbell ring, which meant someone had entered the bookstore, since the clerk and I were alone up until then The clerk greeted the new customer as he approached the counter, and the customer handed him money he wanted converted into tokens. The clerk got the customer's tokens and handed them to him. They talked for a bit and then the customer headed back to the video booths. Based on the position of everything, including me stuffed underneath the counter, the clerk totally interacted with this customer while I had my lips wrapped around his fucking cock the entire time! A bit later, another customer came in and the clerk knew this guy, so they ended up chatting for like 15 fucking minutes before the customer got his tokens and went back to the video booth area. That night, I sucked and cleaned the clerk’s cock for almost two fucking hours while he took care of customers. At one point, when all the customers were in the video booth area, the clerk told me about his long-term plan: He told me he worked at the adult bookstore Thursdays – Sundays from 9pm – 7am. He notified me I would arrive at the bookstore every Thursday – Sunday at 10pm. I would strip down to my college athletic socks and running shoes and crawl into position underneath the counter and take care of his cock. I would be in position for 3-4 hours and then clean the video booths, wearing nothing but my shoes and college socks. He told me that once I was done cleaning the booths, I could go back to my dorm room. I am sure I looked crestfallen at all this news. All I wanted to fucking do was get off in my own video booth uninterrupted while watching gay porn, and now I had become the adult bookstore clerk’s bitch! I was about halfway done with my freshman year on this fateful night. Given we did this routine every week during the academic year unless I had school breaks or a really good reason otherwise, I estimated I was under that counter and took about 500 of his fucking loads! Some additional things to know: · In addition to sucking this clerk’s cock off, he also fucked me. When he fucked me, I was still stuffed underneath the counter, almost completely bent over so my head was down near my knees. When customers were around, the clerk gyrated his hips to push his cock and out of me in a way that customers would not see any movement behind the counter. · There were times when the clerk fucked me, and a customer asked for merchandise at the other end of the clerk counter. When this happened, the clerk swiftly pulled his cock out of my hole to get the merchandise, and when he returned to the customer end of the counter, he seamlessly speared his cock back inside my open hole without even touching his cock. · During the entire time under the counter, I was expected to be completely silent while customers were present, so no one would ever know what a fucked-up mess I had gotten myself into. · The clerk said I would only be wearing my calf-length college athletic socks and running shoes when I cleaned the booths. He also said that unlike tonight, there would usually be customers around while I clean the video booths, and it is important for those sexually deviant men know that a good Catholic boy was cleaning up all of their cum. He said not to worry, the customers were loyal to the bookstore and would not report me being bare-assed naked while cleaning. · To continue with the Catholic theme, the clerk also said there would always be times when I cleaned the video booths that I would find used condoms full of cum or wet cum on the walls, video monitors, or booth floors. He said part of my cleaning process would be to collect all wet cum since the Catholic Church said it is a sin to waste it. Every time I cleaned the booths; I collected the used condoms and there was a jar with a lid with the cleaning supplies to collect the loose wet cum from the booths. The sick fucker’s definition of not wasting that cum meant using it as lube on my fuck hole before he or anyone else fucked me. It also meant drinking the rest of the cum not used as organic lube. · I also found out through a customer calling him by name, that the clerk’s first name is “Adair.” When I confirmed that with him, the clerk gave a big arrogant laugh that was his first name and “Adair” and his name meant “Prosperous Spearman!” He was definitely true to his fucking name!

A married buddy frequently stops by to responsibly take care of his kids. Family planning is important and I am happy to support my buddy's efforts anytime! Gonna babysit my buddy's kids today - once they arrive. Dad dropping off the kids - The kids just arrived! Family planning is very important...

When I was younger, I loved getting together with big, hefty, older men. Being in my 20s or 30s, 5'7" and 135-145 lbs, I loved the size and age differential. My favorite hook ups were with guys 2 - 3 times my weight and the guys who were twice my age or older. I did not care what they looked like as long as they were a lot older and bigger than me. My standard plan I had with older hefty men was that I would travel to them, strip down to my athletic socks and shoes, with big man out of sight and having not seen his body any more than is necessary on hook-up apps. I would lie down on my stomach on either the guy’s bed or on the floor. Once in place, the big man approached me from behind, he’d stick his cock in my hungry hole and lie on top of me with all his weight. It was mutually understood that I was stuck there with nowhere to go because there was no way for me to get the big man off me because he weighed so much more than I did. With his cock deep inside of me and his full weight on top of me, I was at the guy's mercy. It was understood that once we were in position, I could not change my mind and if I said I changed my mind, the big man would tell me “No” or totally ignore my request. The guy could fuck me for as long as he wanted. I had some guys who would use me for hours. Some of them would fuck me full of cum and then lie on top of me and take a nap until they were ready for round 2! There were also some guys who were done once they came, but they were happy and satisfied so no issue there! I met one big older guy in my younger days on one of the hook-up apps and we discussed how hot this scenario was. This guy told me he was scheduled to be on-call for work during the upcoming weekend from like 5pm Friday until 8am Monday morning. He had to stay close to home for the weekend and thought it would be fucking hot to have me pinned between him and a dirty mattress in his basement while he was on-call all weekend. He said work interruptions were minimal and when they occurred, he could do a lot of his work on his laptop while fucking me. He also admitted he might need to take a quick break if job duties warranted. I was skeptical this would work well because I was afraid frequent work interruptions would kill the mood. He said, "I guarantee I will not leave your fuck hole empty for more than 60 seconds at any given time this weekend and if I do, you are free to leave." He also reminded me that I would likely need to freshen up my hole throughout the weekend and I would be given opportunity to do that, which is a fair exchange. Being a bit kinky, this guy said he had an open sleazy shower in the basement with the proper equipment to keep me fresh. He stated that he would remain in total control if I needed to freshen up, so when that happened, he would attach a stockade to fit around my balls. It would keep me bent over and my balls locked in the stockade. He would leave the room unseen, until I returned to my place on the dirty mattress, and he was able to climb back on top and pin me down again with his body and fuck me. While feeling a bit apprehensive, it also sounded so fucking hot! While I was still skeptical overall, I thought I could leave if the work interruptions become too frequent or if he missed the 60-second window of keeping my hole full, which seemed impossible to achieve. With that, I agreed to arrive at his basement on Friday afternoon so I could be stripped down and sandwiched between him and the dirty mattress when his on-call shift began at 5pm. He provided directions for entering the basement through an unlocked outside door. I stripped down to my socks and running shoes and laid on the dirty mattress, which had plenty of stains but no sheets. It was clear the dirty mattress fit the overall mood and the only one getting dirty from the mattress was going to be me. There was a small wedge pillow on the mattress and the guy said I should position it, so my hips and ass were slightly raised off the mattress to give his cock easier access to my fuck hole. I did as instructed, and within two minutes of me lying on the mattress in position, I hear the sound of approaching feet. Mind you, I had no clue what this guy looked like, but he assured me he was a big man and older than me by a significant margin. I felt his hard cock push into my fuck hole, and he laid his entire body on top of mine. He was truly big man, and his weight wedged me between him and the mattress. He pulled up his laptop, so it was on a shelf on the headboard and opened it up. He clicked some keys and said he was now officially on-call and only needed to act if his laptop dinged with a new email. With that, this guy started to fuck me. His cock was pretty fat, to the point my hole felt stretched and full. He kept fucking me like the fucking energizer bunny with no indication he was going to slow down at all. After about 45 minutes of continuous fucking, we heard his laptop ding that he had a new email. He continued to drill me while he opened the email and read it. He sent a reply without much break in his fucking rhythm. A little while later, his laptop dings that he has another email. He opened it, read it, saying “fuck” under his breath. I did not read the email, but I asked, “Is there a problem?” to which he said “No problem. There is a work thing I need to take care of so we might need to take a quick break, but remember like we agreed, you hole will empty for less than 60 seconds. He replied to the email and then he picked up his phone and starts texting. All this time he is still humping my hole. After about 20 minutes, the guy fucking me quickly says “60-second-cock transition break starting now.” And with that, I feel the guy lift himself his hips off me and pull his cock out of my ass. While he slides his waist off me, he presses his hands and arms on my shoulders and upper back, holding me in place. At the same moment I feel him lift off me completely, I suddenly feel weight against my legs and hips, and a cock against my hole. The cock goes in, and the body comes down, full weight, holding me in place. I was totally disoriented and unsure what exactly happened, to which on-call guy said, “I told you I was on-call and needed to take care of some things. I also told you your hole would not empty for more than 60 seconds. I met my part of the deal and now you have a cock taking care of your pussy and a big body holding you down, like we agreed. Enjoy yourself and I will be back as soon as I take care of this work thing. With that, he picked up his laptop, quickly got dressed, and left! I’m thinking “What the fuck?!” as the new guy gets into rhythm of fucking me. I have no idea what he looks like, but he’s slightly bigger than the on-call guy in both cock and body, and while different than expected and intentionally vague on his part, the on-call guy held up his part of the deal, so I decide to just lie there and enjoy it. I lost all track of time and was brought back to reality after a long while, when the guy fucking me picked up his phone and started texting. That was the only action he took other than fucking me, so I asked him if he was texting the on-call guy who left me with him, and he said he was. The guy fucking me said he had to be to work in an hour and needed to get going. I told the guy if he needed to get going, that he could stop fucking me and I could go home. I heard his phone chirp, and he said, “No worries, the on-call buddy said 10 more minutes and I will be good to go.” With that, the guy tells me he is going to nut in my hole before he goes. He starts fucking me full-throttle and I hear him grunt loudly. The guy pumps streams of cum up my hole and he rested his body fully against mine as he experienced some post-nut clarity. The guy on top of me says,” 60-second-cock transition break starting now.” And with that, I feel the guy lift his lower body off me and his cock comes out of my hole. Like the first time, he now holds down my shoulders and upper back with his hands and arms but soon lets go and I feel the weight on my lower body and a cock enters my hole. I now feel full weight on top of me as the guy who just came steps away. I hear the guy on top of me say “I’m gonna fuck this pussy good!” and my eyes bug out of my head…This is not the on-call guy returning as I expected, but a brand-new guy with his cock up my hole and his hefty body holding me solidly in place. I say “What the fuck” in a more resigned tone, feeling Déjà vu, but neither guy responds. I just laid there, stranded between the dirty mattress and the newest stranger started fucking me. I lost all track of time and think I might have fallen asleep. I’m a bit hazy as I dream of a guy cumming up my ass, and realize it was not a dream, and in my sleepy state, I hear the guy on top of me say “60-second-cock transition break starting now!” and the guy gets up and as soon as he lets go of my shoulders and upper back, a cock is up inside of me again. The first thing I notice is this cock is another brand-new cock, and it is fucking HUGE! It is so fucking fat, I start to panic, but there is nowhere for me to go. Even without him fully lying on top of me, his huge cock alone will keep me wedged against the dirty mattress. I am literally skewered to the mattress by this guy's dong and there is no place for his mammoth cock to go but up my ass! At one point in my panicked state, the guy on top of me slapped the sides of my face and yelled “Snap Out of It” like in the famous movie scene. He says “I am hung like a fucking donkey and it is going up your pussy.” He reminds me part of his cock is already up my pussy, and we must make progress getting the rest of it firmly inside of me because failure is not an option. He also drops a bombshell when he tells me the on-call guy who is supposed to be using my hole all weekend got called into work to cover for a sick co-worker. He tells me not to expect the on-call guy back until after he finishes a 10-hour work shift that he just started! He emphasizes that I made a deal with the on-call guy, and he has kept his part of the deal. The top man tells me he has no intention of breaking the agreement, so his donkey-dong is up my pussy for the next ten hours and he has the stamina to do it!!! He also said he is investing 10 hours of his valuable time fucking and really loosening up my pussy and I should be grateful for what’s about to happen. I am still in shock but not feeling panicked. This guy seems like a relatively reasonable guy, all things considered, so I decide I don’t have any other choice, so I agree to calm the fuck down and work with him to get his donkey-dong completely up my pussy. In retrospect, it took a very long time, but around hour eight, I felt his schlong fully up inside my pussy and he was fucking me slow and steady. He took his time, and I took his entire cock and was pretty proud! About two hours later, I hear the on-call guy yell, “Honey, I’m home!” It was at that moment the guy with the huge cock said, “Then it is time for me to dump my donkey milk!” He starts pounding me for all I’m worth and I’m taking his entire fucking dong. I hear his breathing go erratic and he yells, “TAKE MY DONKEY MILK, BITCH!!!” and pushes all the way inside. His cock is pulsing like crazy over-and-over, stretching my loose hole even further, and then when done, he sighs and lies on top of me for a bit. I hear on-call man announce, “60-second-cock transition break starting now!” and they go through the transition routine I have been through four times previously. I think it’s safe I’m not going anywhere. On-Call man has now finally sunk his cock back deep inside my loose hole and says, “So wet, loose, and juicy!” and starts grinding into me as Donkey Cock man gets dressed and leaves. On-call man fucks me for a good two hours when we hear the chirp of a new work email for on-call man. It’s got to be about 9am Saturday morning, which means we have been at this for like 16 hour and we still have almost 48 hours more to go! I cry out, “FUCK NO!” to which on-call man responds, “FUCK YES!” as he’s reading his new email and picks up his phone to do some texting. Once done, on-call man says, I think it is a good time to lock your balls in the stockade to make sure your hole is ready for the next big man cock that’s about to arrive…and I think to myself, “FUCK ME!”