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He is one of my favourite sluts of all time. Loved everything about him, especially his devilish smile.

This was so incredibly hot! I would love to feel that exquisite pain! I could almost through the words alone. Makes me think of a video I saw once where a man was tied standing naked, and two other men beat him with with either poison ivy or poison oak. Especially around his genitals. His skin became bright red and his screams of torment were real. I've since not been able to find it.

How many other Dakota Lovell fans are out there? I love his skinny white body with his slightly fuzzy legs. His blue eyes and dark hair. His innocent fuck slut next door look. He reminds me of Axl from The Middle if anyone watched that. I'd love to see him in a full on gangbang!

My posts have been half hearted attempts at levity to try and raise my own spirits. (after a craptastic Christmas followed by major ghosting and ending with a Perkins lunch yesterday that has resulted in the day long shits today) And since we've veered far from the original question, which has basically been answered by, "you gotta know people", I'll continue for my own amusement. If you don't like the discourse, just give me a down vote now and move on. That would hardly be the lowest point of this week. I absolutely agree that fraternities vary wildly depending on the part of the country and the school itself. Here's a quick breakdown of the ones at my school. Keep in mind that alcohol was verboten in sororities, so the real partying fell to the boys. Sigma Phi Epsilon was the rich boy/top jocks frat. Very nice house, large white colonial, lots of coke. (Meth wasn't a thing yet) Sigma Nu was the nerds who really wanted to go to places like Dartmouth or Penn State, but didn't get in. They also wanted to be in other frats, but didn't get in. Again, nice house, mid-century modern. The other frats had a song for them sung to the tune of 'Oh My Darlin Clementine". Ahem.... "I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole through and through. But I'd rather be an asshole, than a fucking Sigma Nu!" Now Theta Chi was the straight up jock frat. They would most resemble Fraternity X. They were also known for date rape. A brick colonial house that was a shit hole inside. I actually believe they got shut down in the 90's. Again, date rape. Alpha Tau Omega was the one I was affiliated with. The true party frat. Very ecclectic mix of guys, lots of what we called "Granola's." East coast kids that came West and pretended they didn't have money. Think L.L.Bean and Birkenstocks. We had THE premier party of the year, the annual Toga Party. Nice large Victorian house, but I wouldn't recommend walking on the carpets in bare feet. Weed, shrooms and acid were plentiful. (Fun fact. Carrol O'Connor, who played Archie Bunker, this was his frat when he went here.) I know there's another house I'm forgetting, so they couldn't have mattered much. Plus I've fried a lot of brain cells.

Ah yes, the good ole days of porn when they actually would attempt something of a story beyond dad walking into the living room and fucking his son or a gangbang in a cheap motel room. (At least Fraternity X ATTEMPTS to make it resemble a frat house. But then how hard is it to drag in a ratty couch from the curb and throw a few beer cans around with the obligatory girl in bikini posters on the wall.) I remember what I think was Joey Stephano's last porn called Prince Charming. The sets were so beyond cheesy they looked like a broke high school production of Romeo and Juliet. Of course, Joey was so high he could barely slur out his minimal lines. Not that speaking was what he was know for. (rest his perfect insatiable ass) But he was swaying so badly I thought he was going to crash through the cardboard "stone" walls. Lol. And that picture is probably from 83 so I'm guessing you were about 19.

Timely that I came across this as I myself have just been ghosted. We hadn't yet made definitive plans to meet, but lots of texting, discussions and "promises" to meet very soon. It's especially frustrating considering where I live, as you can imagine there are very few people into the wilder aspects of sex around here (and four hours away isn't really that far) so to think you're actually connecting with someone to have them just stop communicating does sting. I suppose I should know by know though not to believe a tweaker. But it still sucks.

I'm sorry, but that really gave me a big chuckle. "Do we put the couch against this wall, or that wall? Do we need a fake plant beside it?"

I'm so happy for you. And jealous. Sounds like a great friend. ENJOY

There's no such thing as over posting on your own thread. It's all about sharing, and we all love to read about each other's adventures. Plus, sometimes memories are what most of us have left, it's fun to write them down.

Ok guys, here's the next chapter. I'm working on the next couple so they should be posted soon. I'm not done with Colt and Austin yet, more fun to cum. Thanks to everyone who enjoys my stories, and I'll work the other ones too. You know what they say, good things come to those who wait. Kinda like orgasm denial, lol. Part 16 True to my word, I kept the cage on Colt all week, fucking his pussy twice a night and not letting him cum. He was horny beyond belief and constantly begged for it to be removed. I loved it. I loved controlling him. I would send him texts all day telling him what a nasty little cock whore he was. Telling him how I was going to ram his hot little pussy like the cumdump it was. I would make him send me texts back telling me what a pathetic fag he was, and how desperate he was for my cum. Thursday rolled around and we layed snuggled in his bed, a fresh load of my cum deep inside him, plugged so it wouldn't leak out. We we're sharing the bong when we heard his father Chet come home. Well, stumble home was more like it. A couple of Thursdays a month Chet would go drinking with his buddies. Almost everytime he would get totally wasted. He certainly was as we heard him crashing around, trying unsuccessfully to be quiet. Eventually, we heard no more noise and I knew Chet was passed out on the couch. Colt's mom, Anna, didn't mind her husband going out drinking, after all he worked hard and was a good husband, but she refused to let him in her bed when he was drunk, so he always slept on the couch. Now Chet was one of those dead to the world drunks. Once he passed out, an act of God couldn't arouse him. This of course gave me a nasty idea. "I need to get some water." I said as I jumped out of the bed, returning a couple minutes later. I motioned for Colt to follow me as I grabbed my phone, which he did with a confused expression on his face. I guided him to the living room where his dad was splayed out on couch. Chet had managed to get his shoes off and his jeans half off, leaving him there in his boxers and tee-shirt, snoring like a lumberjack. At least I knew where Colt got it from. I also knew where Colt got everything else from too. Chet was a fucking stud and Colt was his carbon copy. Same curly brown hair, same green eyes, same nose, same everything. The only difference was Chet wasn't quite as large as Colt. Maybe two inches shorter but still fucking built. And hairy. Hopefully Colt will be as hairy as his dad one day. The only thing I wasn't sure about was his cock. I fished in his open boxers and pulled out his limp dick. Even lying there, it pretty much looked like Colt's. "What the fuck are you doing?" Colt whispered. I walked up to his ear and whispered back, "I wanna see just how much of a cock whore you really are. I wanna see you suck your dad." "No way!" He whispered back. "What if he wakes up?" I walked to Chet's head and shook his shoulder while I practically yelled in his ear, "Wake up Chet! Wake up!" He just grunted and continued snoring. "See, nothing could wake him up right now." "I don't know...." Colt said, hesitantly. I just grabbed the back of his head and jerked it back as I grabbed his balls and squeezed hard. Colt let out a gasp. "You'll do what I fuckin say you worthless faggot." I snarled at him. "Now get down there and suck your father's cock!" I ordered him. Colt sank slowly to his knees without another word and crawled over to his passed out dad. I could hear him breathing shallowly from nerves as his trembling hand slowly reached for his father's dick. He looked at me one more time and I snapped my fingers, pointing to the cock in his hand. Colt opened his mouth and gingerly placed Chet's cock into it while watching his face for signs of reaction. Chet just continued snoring. I started filming as Colt began to actually suck his dad's cock, and much to my delight, it quickly grew hard and soon reached it's full hardness. It wasn't as big as Colt's, but it was still impressive and I'm sure more than satisfied his mom, as was evidenced from the frequent fucking we would hear from their bedroom. I stared in wonder as Colt really began to give his old man a stellar blow job, deep throating his cock and using his talented throat muscles to massage the big throbbing tool. Chet just continued to snore with the occasional grunt and light moan, oblivious to the fact that his own flesh and blood was providing him pleasure. He was probably dreaming of some big tittied ho going to town on him. Well, it was a ho, just a different type of one. My cock was hard as a rock as I watched this obscene display before me as Colt proved he was the ultimate filthy cock hound, slobbering all over his dad's big cock. I couldn't resist as I knelt behind him and pulled out the plug. I lined up my cock with his hole. His loose cunt just swallowed me up as Colt threw his head back and groaned. Then he looked at me over his shoulder, his mouth open, tongue hanging out, panting like a bitch in heat. I saw that crazed look of uncontrollable lust in his eyes as he snorted like a pig before diving back down on Chet's cock. I grabbed his hair and started pounding his face into Chet's crotch as I pounded my cock into his other cumhole, beyond caring if Chet woke up or not. If he did, he'd learn what a complete and total faggot his baby boy was. Luckily, Chet just stayed in his drunken stupor as his son basically raped him. "Fuck yea, you fuckin whore!" I egged Colt on as I continued to film. "Suck your daddy's cock you filthy pig!" I demanded as I pounded him hard. "You're so dirty, you're gonna make me cum bitch!" I practically shouted. I forced Colt all they way down his dad's dick and held him there as I pumped my load deep in his guts. I held him there, not letting him up for air until he started gagging. His ass muscles clenched my cock as he wretched, squeezing the last bit of cum out. I pulled out and pulled him off his daddy's cock. Spit ran out of his mouth and down his chin. I got the camera close to his face. "Jerk him faggot." I ordered him. "Make your dad cum. And look into the camera as you do it! I want you to see exactly what a low down, disgusting, dirty cum slut you are! That's it bitch. Jerk him off, I want his cum all over your face!" Colt looked into the camera with his lust driven eyes and jerked his dad's cock like a good slut, rubbing it all over his face, licking off the precum that was oozing out. Chet began grunting more and breathing harder in his sleep and I knew he was close. Then the next thing I knew, cum began rocketing out of his cock, blasting Colt right in the face. Colt did exactly as I told him, rubbing that cock all over him as shot after shot flew out, coating his forehead, eyes, cheeks and nose, dripping down into his open mouth. By the time his dad's orgasm finished, Colt looked like three men had dumped on him. Another thing his has in common with dad. I told Colt to go wait for me on the bed as I grabbed some tissues and cleaned up as much evidence as I could. When I returned to the bedroom, Colt was lying there, waiting. He looked unbelievably sexy in his cock cage, his face covered in his daddy's sperm. I crawled on top of him and licked his cheek, scooping up a big glob of cum. I kissed him deep as we shared the tasty load together. Then, I got up and fetched the key. He didn't say a word, but his eyes sparkled as I unlocked the cage and freed his cock, which instantly sprang to an erection. I spread his legs and slid my own hard cock back deep inside him. He wrapped his legs around me and pulled me into him as I fucked him. I scraped the cum off his face and fed it to him, and he hungrily devoured every bit. "That's a good slut." I commended him. "Eat your daddy's cum boy. Eat it all you fucking pig!" I grabbed his hands and held them over his head as I pounded his special spot I knew so we'll. "I want you to cum for me!" I growled into his ear. "Do it, do it NOW bitch!" He managed to break his hands free and he wrapped them around me, squeezing me tight. He buried his face into my shoulder and let out a muffled cry as his cock erupted between us. He held me and shook as he continued to cry into me, his entire body trembling as his cock spewed and spewed, soaking our bodies. His reaction coaxed one more orgasm from me and I filled him with more sperm as he continued to tremble. When he finally calmed down, and his trembling stopped, we took turns licking each other clean from his copious load. When we finished, he held me and kissed me before looking deeply into my eyes. "You never cease to amaze me." He whispered. "How did we get so lucky to find each other?" "I don't know. Fate I guess, we were meant to be. But I guess we're even for the hickey." He just smiled as he spread my legs and dabbed a little lube on my hole before sliding into me. I groaned as his bigger body pressed against mine. We made love this time, our lips barely leaving each other as he planted his seed deep in my guts. I didn't cum this time, but I didn't need to. This was for him. We fell asleep with his cock still buried inside me.

I've been very adventurous in my life. Way too much to condense here, lol. One specific time, a top friend from out of town arranged to have a buddie of his come to my house. I had to wait with my back to the door and his buddie put a hood over my head. I was driven to an undesclosed location where this unknown man and two more guys used me. I never saw them. I was dropped off naked a ways from my house and had to get home like that, cum running out of my hole. I write stories on here, and a lot is taken from real experiences. I used to love sex in public places. Blowjobs in movie theaters, have sex on ferries, trains, alleys, parks, restrooms, bars/clubs. Used to cruise rest stops here in Mt. There's a riverside park here where gays used to cruise in vehicles in the early morning. The cops eventually got wise to it. Things have changed now that there are cameras everywhere. Rest stops are heavily patrolled. Too risky now. I sure miss the old days, and I really miss Craig's list.

Wonderful story, thank you. Keep em cumming!

Great story so far. Awesome writing. Keep it up!

Don't do it! Fantasies are one thing, reality is different! If this is a guy you've never met, he could be really dangerous. I'm all for living out your extreme and twisted desires, but for gods sake, do this kind of stuff with someone you know and trust! A stranger is not the way to go for this. You could wind up in a hospital, or worse, dead. Think about it.

Congratulations! That's a great hole you have there. I'm sure you'll be finding LOTS of men to continue your pig journey with! 🐷🐖🐽

Great Falls here

Another Montana guy here. There are a few of us around here I think.

Thanks for sharing that link buddy. Fuckin hot!

It takes all kinds. If everyone was the same it would be boring!!

For me the gloryhole represents the ultimate in anonymous action. I can imagine anything attached to the cock through the hole. Maybe it's a hot dad whose wife won't suck his dick, so he wants to get off before he sits down for dinner with the family. Maybe it's a deeply closeted cowboy who knows he likes dudes on his cock more than chicks. Maybe it's a fresh young teenager just having turned 18 and exploring for the first time. The possibilities are endless! Plus, being on the receiving end is one of the sluttiest feelings imaginable. I am truly nothing more than a cum recepticle for another man to dump in. I'm not a person, I'm a thing, a hole. And all I know of the person using me is his cock, nothing more. We used to have a pretty awesome, (well awesome for where I live anyway) ABS that sat right behind two bars and a strip club. There used to be a shitload of action there! Drunk, horny, frustrated guys always needing relief. I swallowed countless loads there, and quite a few up the ass if they were willing. Sadly, it burned down. Another place opened up, but the location sucked. Hardly got much business at all except for us regulars. Then about about two years before the pandemic hit, the County Health dept. covered up all the gloryholes. Was never the same after that. Much harder to try and get in a booth with a guy, takes the anonymity away. Then the place just shut down during the pandemic, at least the arcade part. Hasn't opened back up. It wasn't much, but at least it was something.

Damn. Thank you for posting that link. Fucking hot! I've definitely been in that bottoms position more than once in my life!

I took my first bareback load at 14 when I was a freshman in high school from a 21 year old. We hooked up every few months until I was about 19, always raw. When I started really getting into cruising and lots of casual sex, it was partly condoms, although I hated them. If I felt I trusted the guy, it would be raw. (I know, guys lie) But it seemed to me most guys were pretty honest if they were poz. I'd let them fuck me with a condom, which I would always try to eat afterward. (If they hadn't already pulled out and shot in my face or in my mouth) I had a part time Master for a brief period who shared me with his neg friends, including gangbangs. I took a lot of risks in the early 90's. Thankfully I'm still neg.

While I have done many humiliating things in my day, many I can't discuss here, there is one that always stands out. I had a part time Master for a while when I was still a young twink. I basically had a double life, my leather/kink side, and my regular vanilla side. My vanilla friends didn't know about my other leanings. That is, until Master Frank decided to out me. We had dressed up for what I had presumed would be a night at the leather bar, or one of his friends parties. He dressed me in boots, leather shorts, a white tank top and my collar and leash. He wore his jeans with chaps, boots, harness, leather jacket, gloves and hat. The full gear. He led me down the street, but instead of heading to the leather bar, he headed toward the preppy/twinky/jock bar that I often frequented. As we approached the door, I begged him to not make me go in there. I had friends in there who didn't know this side of me. He said it was about time they got to know the real me. He threatened me by saying if I didn't do as I was told, he would take me home and severely punish me before throwing me out for good. I was really into him and didn't want to disappoint him, so I obeyed. The moment we walked through the door, all eyes were on us and I could hear people laughing. I stared down at the ground in embarrassment and shame. I had no idea which of my friends or former tricks were there, and I was too scared to look. Master just headed to an empty table and sat down. He made me go to the bar for a pitcher of beer. I just looked down at the floor the whole way. The bartender recognized me of course, but he didn't say anything, he just snickered as my face flushed. When I returned to the table, Master made me sit on the floor. He basically held court for the next couple of hours as curious guys stopped by to chat. Guys who probably never had experimented in leather, but were curious. He encouraged them to fondle me and pinch my nipples, or press their shoes into my caged balls, causing me to react from the pain. The entire time he referred to me as his bitch or slut or whore. He would force me to stick my face in their crotches and smell them as well as make me kiss their shoes. They would laugh and say degrading things, embarrassing me further. I recognized many of them. Some were friends, some were fucks. I just wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. At one point he placed nipple clamps on me which the guys loved to tug on causing me to squirm. And every guy that came over he would proposition saying we were having a party back at his place and I was to be the entertainment. By the time we left to go back to Master's place, there were 4 guys in tow. Two guys I didn't know, one former trick, and my friend Tim. Tim and I were pretty good buddies, and he had tried several times to get into my pants, but I had always refused him. Because 1, I never fooled around with my friends, and 2, I just wasn't into him that way. Back at Master's place, he took me into the bedroom to get ready. He had me snort a couple lines of T, then stuck a shard up my ass. He put the leather wrist and ankle cuffs on me and left my collar on. He was going to put me in a jockstrap, but decided having them see my locked up Tina dick would be more humiliating. He led me out on my hands and knees and the fun began. The T really let me loose and soon I was being the nasty depraved whore Master wanted me to be. He took great pride over the course of the evening instructing the guys how to use and humiliate me. After all, this was new to them all. I was even made to drink each of their piss. He took special pleasure in making me grovel and debase myself to my friend Tim. They guys loved every minute of it. By the end of the night I was one fucked out, cum filled, spooge covered slave. And I loved it! Master ended the night by giving me one last, hard fuck, filling my guts with his cum before pissing in me and diapering me. I didn't go back to that bar for several months. But then, Master kept me busy. When I finally did return, I held my head up high. Fuck anyone who wanted to judge me anymore. And there were certainly many people laughing and pointing. Gossipy bitches. But I no longer cared who knew about my secret side. Tim and I were ok after that and hooked up frequently over the next few years. The Dom side of him had been awakened, and he had a GREAT cock!