PartyFFPig

My rapist was a hot muscled stripper with a huge cock! I still jerk off to him holding me down and breeding my ass.

I know I’ve posted this somewhere around 20 pages ago, but here it is again! @PartyFFPig1

I sucked TitPig’s dick at an event in Seattle many years ago. Carl Barnes (BearFilms, TIM) has been a fuckbuddy for a long time, I gave Hank Rivers (TIM) his first double fist, and Dred Scott (Titan) fucked me at Club Z in Seattle a while back.

West End cumdump here!

FUUUUCK that’s hoT!! Can’t wait to see the next chapter!

Yeah, 14 is riding 13 and it looks like 15 is about to slide in him too!

Absolutely I want to be 14, followed by 1, 7, 5, and 2.

I’ve only done it once, but it was a fucking hot experience! I met on a hookup site, he was going to be driving through my area in a few days. We had a couple of really hot chats and got to know what each other was into. Turns out we were into a lot of the same kinks and fetishes. He was a short, stocky, 50-something, big-dicked, bearded, tattooed, furry, uncut, vers top daddybear-type who was into lots of piss play, public sex, liked things rough, and really loved to breeding men’s hungry holes. He knew of a warehouse that would be pretty deserted, and his big silver truck was parked between two cab-less trailers when I arrived. He was leaning against his front bumper when I arrived, smoking a cigar and looking ever hotter than I’d imagined. During our chats, he instructed me to wear as few clothes as possible, and told me to wear a jock strap. He was in ripped jeans, a Harley muscle shirt, boots and a Nasty Pig baseball cap. As I walked towards him he went between the trailers, told me to strip except for the jock, and get my tongue onto his boots. He tossed my clothes in the cab through the open window. I did as he ordered and lapped his boots while he finished his stogie, occasionally telling me to come up and have a few puffs myself. I heard him undo his belt and jeans, and suddenly felt a stream of hot piss hosing me down. He aimed for the boots I was still licking, my hole, and my face. He stopped pissing and told me to come drink the rest. The piss started again before my mouth was on his cock, drenching my face before I sucked him into me and swallowed the rest. He finished pissing but put his hand on the back of my head. I started sucking and licking and as he went further into my throat he got harder and harder. He forced my face into his thick cock hairs, keeping me there until he was at full attention. A car entered the very far end of the warehouse lot, and although we both have strong exhibitionist streaks he decided it was best for us to get in the cab out of sight. He pulled me up and motioned me into the truck. “Trucker Fuckers” with TitPig and Jay Benjamin was the first bareback porn movie I ever bought. I’ve shot gallons so cum watching those two breeding the hitchhiker they pick up, taking turns on his raw hole in the sleeper of the truck. I paused in the driver’s seat to get a look at the cab - I’d never actually been in one before. My trucker buddy put a hand on each ass cheek and gently pushed me into the cab. Thankfully the car we saw had just made a U-turn and driven away. My buddy had laid down a few towels and told me to lie down, even though I was still wet from the piss. He closed the cab curtains, clicked off the lights, and knelt at the edge of the sleeper bed. He tossed me a bottle of poppers and shucked his boots, shirt, and pants off. He put his hat back on, looked at me as I finished my poppers hits, and pointed at his cock sticking out the side of his yellow jock. The wave of poppers hit me just as I engulfed his dick, and I hungrily took it to the base, came up and sucked on the foreskin, getting my tongue as far as I could between the skin and his cock head. It was about 8” with a foreskin, and had a nice thickness to it too. There were still a few drops of his piss hidden in the skin, and I loved the taste of it combined with his sweat. He lit up another cigar and would blow the smoke down onto me as I sucked him, turning me on even more. He gave me a couple of puffs again, and I exhaled them onto his cock, the rich smoke swirling around as I deep throated him. During our chats, I’d told him how much I love eating a man’s ass. He handed me the poppers and had me lie back while he squatted over me. Again, his timing was perfect and the poppers hit just as his hole made contact with my tongue. His was sweaty and covered in fur - my two favourites - and I couldn’t get enough of it. I’ve been told I’m a “very enthusiastic” rimmer, and I licked and sucked and slurped on that hole like crazy. While I ate his ass, he lubed up a couple of fingers and began playing with mine. I was in heaven and him working two, three, and four of his thick, rough fingers. It felt amazing. He pulled out of my ass, sat up from my face, and laid back on the bed. He had me straddle his furry chest in a 69 position, now it was his turn to enjoy licking and playing with my ass while I went back to work on his cock. He was a champ when it came to slurping on my hole, alternating between his mouth and fingers. I loved the feel of his furry face, he was rubbing it everywhere along my hole, crack, and balls. He obviously really got into it, his dick was as hard as it could be when he smacked my ass and told me to get on all fours. We each sniffed the poppers and he covered his cock and my hole with lube, reaching down and making sure my dick was good and slippery too. The soft foreskin was a teaser against my ass, he rubbed it against my hole before leaning forward and pressing his weight down on me and that rock hard cock against me. My ass opened up and he slid in until he was balls deep. His cock stretched me wide and the head hit that great spot inside where it hurts so fucking good, and he stayed there for a few seconds. I loved how wide he opened me, how his full weight felt on me and his chest fur rubbing against my back and his beard between my shoulders. “You ready, boy?” he asked in a low growl as he slowly pulled his cock out of my ass. I finished my poppers hit and replied, “Fuck yeah!” as his cock head popped out of my ass. With a grunt he grabbed my wrists, pushing me down flat and pinning me to the sleeper bed and shoved his cock all the way back into me. It hurt and felt so fucking good all at the same time. He knew I liked it rough and holy fuck he delivered! Pinning me down he gave me hardest, most pounding, pummeling deepest assault that I’d had in a long time. He pulled out and shoved back in repeatedly. He’d go as deep as he could and grind into my Ass, hitting everywhere he could. He knew he had me on the borderline of pain, and he got off on riding that edge and crossing over every so often just to make sure there was no mistake that HE was in charge. I was, again (still) in pig heaven. He fucked me long and hard, and then would slow down to make sure this went on and on. He’d pull out and have me suck his dick, and then shove it back in again. Over and over and over - thrusting like a madman, the quieting down for a bit, the more pounding followed by him down my throat again. Another cigar was lit, and one of the times I was sucking him he surprised me with more piss. We took a break, both of us needing water and to escape the sweaty truck cab on what was already a warm night. He made sure the coast was clear and then we both climbed out of the cab in just our jocks. We stayed between the trailers while we relaxed, me playing with his meaty nipples and him lazily fingering my sloppy ass as we kissed. Our hard cocks rubbed against each other as we stood in the cool air. He pulled away from our kiss, put his hands on my shoulders and spun me around. My hands on the step, my feet spread apart, he began fucking me again out in the parking lot. He gave me an incredible fuck, this one even harder than any of the previous ones. His hand clamped over my mouth (another huge turn on for me), making sure I stayed quiet-ish and didn’t attract any unwanted attention. He kept up that brutal pace for a few minutes before quickly pulling out of me, saying he was getting closer than he wanted to be right then. “I like to make some noise when I shoot, and I can’t do that out here,” he smirked. Back into the sleeper we went! He shoved me onto the bed again, on my back, grabbing my legs and anchoring them on his shoulders. His fat dick slid right in, and he began his assault on my hole again. He saw how much I’d *fucking loved* his hand over my mouth earlier and clamped down on me a second time. He pounded away while I squirmed, and then he slowed down once more. He told me to have some more poppers. I did a couple of big hits, and he did the same and resumed fucking me. He put one hand on the middle of my chest, holding me down. The other, he carefully put on my neck, applying slightly more and more pressure and slowly cutting off my air supply. I went fucking nuts. I pushed up towards his hand, choking myself even more. I grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper into me. With a grin he kept his hand on my neck and pounded as hard, fast, and deep as he could. His evil smile got wider the more I struggled to breathe. The more is struggled, the faster I stroked my cock. My vision started to get dark and my grip on my cock began to weaken. His breathing got ragged, he started growling louder and louder, and with a yell he thrust deep into my ass. As everything began going black I felt his cock throbbing and shooting his POZ cum into my ass. As he began to shoot he released my throat and I gasped for air as my senses and strength quickly returned. As I felt the flexes of him breeding me deep, the wave of euphoria and adrenaline hit me hard. I grabbed my cock and before I finished the third stroke I came. Big drops went flying between us, landing in both our beards, on the bed next to us, and onto my stomach and chest. He collapsed onto me, his cock still deep in me, and began to suck the cum out of my beard. He shared it with me in a long kiss, and I did the same for him. Our chests were glued together with cum, and I could feel his in my ass as he slowly rocked himself back and forth in me. We rested, him laying on me and us stuck together, until he softened enough to slip out of my ass. With a laugh we unglued ourselves, and I spun around to clean off his cum covered cock. We went back outside to cool down again. It was after 3am by this point, and we sat on the front bumper, covered in cum and enjoying a third cigar. He sprayed me down with a third load of piss, and I added some of mine to the mix too. We were both exhausted and happy. He gave me a long goodbye / thanks kiss, and tossed me a towel so I could dry myself off before I drove home. I had a better idea, though. With his permission, I put the towel over my driver’s seat and threw my shorts and shirt in the back. I drove home wearing just my jock, covered in piss and cum, and with a huge fucking smile on my face.

The “Double Fucker 8.0” from Fort Troff. I fucking love it!

A lot of things can make the intensity if your slam vary - the purity of the drug, whether you’re measuring by weight or by the tick marks on the syringe, etc. I try to do mine by weight, you’ll get a much more intense and probably longer-lasting rush if you jump from .2 up to .3. You’re in for an awesome ride, have a fucking amazing time!! 🐷🐷

Glad to see I’m not the only one who shoved Dad’s screwdrivers up their butt! I was probably 11 or 12 the first time, before I knew I was gay, before I really even knew what “gay” was...