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A while ago I was getting fucked regularly by a very skinny man who had a long skinny cock with a head like a small apple. It wasn't easy getting inside of me, but once he did it was heaven. He said his nickname was 'dick on a stick.' I love a cock with a pronounced curve. I love the way it feels inside me, just like I love getting fucked with a PA. I lived with a man with a pronounced downward curve on his very big cock. He called it his 'scimitar.'

I love that feeling of cum running down the insides of my legs when I walk around after an anonymous breeding.

I started feeling the itch, so I called a guy I know, a personal trainer. He's about forty, hairy all over, and very muscular. He's about seven inches or so, and very, very thick. And he's always good for two loads. I started by sucking him. I didn't quite make to to the point where my nose would be nestled in his wiry red pubes, but I got close. But we weren't there for a blow job. We got on the bed with me on my back. He found my hole right away and pushed into me with three thrusts. I hadn't been stretched out like that since the last time my buddy who likes to pretend he's my father fucked me. He's got a thick one, too. The sensation of being filled so completely reminded me of when I was just starting out and an ordinary sized cock felt enormous. I always lose my erection when I'm getting fucked, it's all about my cunt then. But he could tell I was enjoying it. He was on his knees, and I guess his legs got tired, so he pulled out and had me roll over on my back. He lay on top of me. There's something especially satisfying about having the weight of a hairy, sweaty man pressing down on me, making me feel completely helpless and in his control. He found my hole right away and began to plow. I was grunting every time he thrust balls deep into me. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually he started to speed up and make the sounds I recognized as signaling his approaching orgasm. He groaned as he came, punching against my interior with every burst of cum. Then he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, his cock still plugging my cumhole. I thought he was through, he seemed so exhausted, so I just enjoyed being covered in a blanket of hairy, sweat masculinity. And then he started to move inside me. If he'd gotten soft at all, I couldn't tell it. At first I thought he was just enjoying the sensations, but then he started to really fuck. I was in heaven. My hole felt raw and abused, but this bull was about to breed me a second time, and I was all for it. Most men take a long time to cum the second time, but not him. Soon he was pounding me hard and making those noises again. Again he slammed deep into my seeded cunt and delivered a second load. Now we were finished. He pulled out of me and I got up to get dressed. There was no real conversation, we hadn't gotten together for fellowship. He gave me a kiss, and I was on my way. When I got home the seat of my shorts were a mess of his load and some blood. That was very satisfying. I don't know if he's poz, we've never discussed it. He might not be, I don't think he bottoms much, if at all, but I like to think he gave me a recharge with his strain. For a while I thought my sphincter had given up it's primary task, because it stayed slack for quite a while. But eventually it went back to normal and I'm enjoying that feeling of having your guts bruised from a brutal fuck.

Usually gang bang stories get repetitious and a little boring. But not this one.

If I'd heard about this treatment when I was that age, I would have used Nair all over my body and volunteered to be a test subject myself. And I would have mentioned that I really wanted a hairy ass, not just a hairy chest, so the doctor would sit on my face, too.

Back when I was being safe I would have been a little freaked out to realize I'd been stealthed, but also turned on by having a butt full of cum. Then I would have reasoned that the damage was done and gone back to the two of them for more. I told myself I was being safe, but I actually wanted cum inside me.

I can't remember if 1995 means it was the original location or the newer one. That original location was a sure-fire place to get your ass loaded.

You have to be inspired to write as well as you do, so you take your time and get good and horny before you continue the story. It will be worth the wait.

I reconnected with a guy who I thought had moved to LA years ago. He's a personal trainer, so I went to his home where he has a gym in the front of the house and his living quarters in back. It must be ten years since we hooked up the last time. I've gotten older, he hasn't, as far as I could tell. He sat on my face and I tongued his hairy hole while he played with my boner. His knees got tired before my tongue, I could have eaten him out for hours. He then put me face down and ass up on the bed and shoved his fat cock into me. It's been a long time since I felt like a virgin, it was nice to have to struggle to take a cock up my ass. He asked me if I wanted his load, which, of course, I begged him for. He collapsed on top of me after he pumped his sperm into my guts. He didn't go soft, but started to move inside of me after we rested a couple of minutes. I think he was going to go for load number three after he shot off the second time, but we didn't have time. One of his training clients was scheduled soon, so we called it a day. It took a couple of days for my hole to get back to its previous state. And, yes, I will be checking back with him soon to see if he's up for more.

The polite toleration of the uncle's boundary pushing is a tutorial on how to be a submissive. It reminds me of how I wouldn't object when a man who's cock I was sucking would pull me up, turn me around and shove his cock in my hole bare when I was 'being safe.' Each time I submissively let a man use me and potentially knock me up, it fed my submissive tendencies and made it easier for me to be a cum dump for the next man who had the urge to breed me.

I have a buddy who can't get enough cum. He used to get on sites to trade messages with truckers who were looking to fuck. When he wasn't able to hook up with for one reason or another, he'd call me up and tell me to go get their loads. I got fucked and filled in three semi cabs and one motel next to a Pilot truck stop. One of the hook ups in a semi was right before I was supposed to go to an expensive hotel to get used by a visiting architect. He loved that I had a trucker's load in my cunt and fucked me like an animal. Great times.

Twisted Twister. Genius.

Back when I was negative I would have been easy prey for you. I would have seen your wedding ring (pre gay marriage) and just trusted you were negative when we didn't have any condoms. In fact, I would have been grateful that you were willing to take me at my word that I was negative. Wouldn't that moment have made your toxic cock throb a wad of pre-cum? And I wouldn't have gone and squirted out your load, either. I loved having a load inside me. I was the perfect stealth victim, just looking for the predator who would knock me up while I was certain I wasn't taking any real risk.

Another great installment, and another great illustration. I sure hope Dad shows up at some point in the story.

I've kept a record of who, where, and how I took a load since 1990. Before that it's just an estimate. I haven't added it up for years, but I'm definitely in the 1500 range. Lately the numbers have been smaller since the disappearance of glory holes.