Treehugger

part 5 Mark's date, Milton, sat quietly sipping a sparkling water. How do I describe Milton? Hmmm. If Wonder Bread could walk and talk that would be Milty. A plainer more milk toast of a man there never lived. But the wallflower had a secret, a secret that Uncle Ruben had discovered and passed on to me. The little man sat blinking and staring at me waiting for a command. "Are you ready for your surprise Milton?" Milton stood and wrung his hands. "Yes please, I am very curious." I motioned for him to follow me leading the way to Mark. Mark lay quiet but alert. Milton gasped when he caught site of my beautiful boyfriend. Have I mentioned that before? If so I doubt I did Mark justice because he is truly the most gorgeous man I have ever personally encountered. It's hard to describe perfection, his sublime symmetry, the square jaw, flawless golden skin that practically glows, the long curving line of thigh muscle....I could go on and on. Mark shivered when I placed a hand on his chest tracing a line down to the cock I had spent so many nights worshipping. I couldn't stop. I caressed his legs, his arms, the stubble beginning to roughen his cheeks. I had loved his beauty and he had used it to snare, trap and betray me. I had to make sure he would never be able to do that to me again or anybody else for that matter. I beckoned to Roger and he quickly stepped forward to hand me the metal device procured earlier that day. I introduced Mark to Milton which was merely greeted with a sneer and condescending silence. "I think you had better pay attention Mark." Roger produced a key and handed it over. "Because your life is about to take a drastic turn thanks to our new friend here." I pointed at Milton with the key and then used it to unlock the chastity cage. " "Milton has a little quirk, a kind of paraphilia if you will that has been the source of some trouble for him." I returned my caresses to Marks flaccid cock still enjoying its heft even after all that had gone on between us. "It's called odaxelagnia. Do you know what that is Mark?" He refused to answer staring at nothing as though I was not there. "Odaxelagnia is sexual arousal through biting....or being bitten, but Milton here is definitely of the former." I felt Mark stiffen at the revelation but still he remained silent. I began to insert his penis into the chastity cage. "Not necessarily a problem but our Milton tends to get somewhat carried away. He's excitable, it has led to some unfortunate.... mishaps." I closed the cage and locked it. "It's the nibbley parts," I tweaked and pinched the appropriate areas as I listed them, "ear lobes, nostrils, lips, genitals, you know, the dangly bits that he has a habit of biting a little too hard." I returned for a final inspection of the perfect body I would never see again. "People don't care to have their parts and pieces chewed off. It has led to some prosecutions, jail time to be exact. Our friend Milty here was hard to track down being on the lamb so to speak. His probation officer would very much like to know where he is right now." Milton was beside himself staring at Mark, his tiny hands jerking back forth as he ached to touch the radiant skin that was so close. I couldn't blame him. I still could not keep my hands off Mark as I tortured his mind with what was about to happen to him. I grabbed Mark's face and made him look at me. "I am giving you to Milton for the evening Mark just like you gave me to all those men." I held up the key. "Except this, he can't have this. For now." I draped the key with its leather thong around my neck. I glanced at the fidgeting Milton and saw the hopeful longing look in his hungry eyes and nodded. His hand trembled as he placed a palm over Mark's sculpted chest. The fevered touch pushed Mark over the brink. He began to beg, to plead, to tell me how much he loved me, how sorry he was. I let the pathetic words wash over me, I let them cleanse me of any leftover feelings. I turned my back on him and quickly walked away not wanting to witness any more of the Mark and Milton show. Mark's harangue ended abruptly as I heard Milton take a deep sniff savoring his victim's scent before the main entertainment ensued. Roger closed the door on the scene and led me towards the bed. He had set up two more wide screen televisions so we could watch the action with Sam and Junior. The room was crowded with men waiting their turn with the father son duo. Although some were too impatient and began buggering each other in a frenzy of sexual fervor. Sam was dead eyed as man after man mounted and bred his hairy ass. I watched in fascination as a particularly well-endowed fellow jabbed his cock balls deep into the captive. Sam jerked, his jaw clenched but he refused to scream as the man proceeded to mercilessly pound and breed him. I could not tear my eyes from the screens. I stood limp and compliant as Roger undressed me and then pushed me down on the bed. His mouth on my already hard and throbbing cock was heaven. The big man stepped away from Sam and a torrent of cum gushed from Sam's red and gaping hole. I only had quick glimpse before another man sheathed his meat in the bound bottom. Roger spit out my cock and moved up to kiss me. He rubbed his ass crack along my shaft, teasing the tip with his hole. I moaned in delight as his ass lips parted to receive my cockhead. I tried to buck my hips to be completely inside, he pulled away. The mischievous smile on his face telling me to relax and let him take control. I let go melting into the sheets so Roger could have his way. I switched my gaze to Junior and was surprised at the expression on his face. It was part shock, part confusion. Occasionally his eyelids would flutter and a look of euphoria would flicker across his countenance. I think Junior might have been discovering he had a prostate. Roger was easing my cock into his ass so slowly it took all my will power to remain still. When he bottomed out I let out a long breath. His hole was so slick I knew it was not store bought lube. He saw my questioning look and admitted he spent some time with Sam and Junior helping out the men who could not wait to get their cocks in the father or son. "How many?" I asked. Giggling he whispered,"five." I was not surprised. "Slut," I growled at him and we both laughed. Roger leaned forward for a kiss and at the same time removed a small bundle from under the pillow. "I have a treat for us." Unrolling the coth he brandished a syringe and proceeded to administer the drug. Half for me, the remaining for him. I watched him depress the plunger and was amazed at how fast it worked. Suddenly I could feel every nerve in my body. I floated, my cock thundered in Roger's grasping hole, my balls throbbed with semen needing to find its release. Roger's eyes were closed, his body thrummed with energy and he began to fuck himself on my erection. I felt like a god and Roger was worshipping at my cock alter, paying homage to his need for seed. I returned my attention to the televisions. It took me a moment to realize who I was seeing. It was Shadow Man, his bio tat clearly visible as he moved about half dressed. Shadow Man circled the slings taking in the scene. Sam was ignorant of him at first as his attention was being taken by the man trying to fist him. It wasn't going well. But then Sam and Shadow Man's eyes met. He moved towards Junior and Sam began to yell and jerk at his bonds. It only excited the mob of horny men. Shadow Man approached Junior and the men parted like the throng before the Mask of the Red Death. "Stay away from him you bastard," I heard Sam splutter but I could not take my eyes from the deaths head grimace of Shadow Man as his gaze claimed the image of the bound man before him. I have never seen a man so hungry for flesh, not even Milton and his need to taste Mark. Shadow Man would devour Junior in a way only he could, from the inside out. Sam wouldn't give up and a sharp slap ended his tirade. A glance showed him red faced and groggy from the violence. A tall giddy man loomed over him ready and eager to repeat the action should it prove necessary. Another man, balls deep in Sam's well used hole, had paused his fucking but quickly resumed his thrusting, the excitement of the moment spurring him on to greater exertions. Shadow Man removed his remaining clothing, he was a skin covered skeleton whose fat cock was a marked contrast to the man's thin frame. His manhood raged and pulsed with tainted blood. He stood in awe of the creature he was about to make his own. Pearls of pre-cum pumped out of his piss slit only to drool and then fall in long glistening strings to the filthy floor. Shadow Man was in no hurry. It was clear he meant to savor the moment, how often do you get to breed a straight married man and his faggot father. Sam lay silent slightly drooling on himself his cheeks damp with tears as they streamed from his face. His dead eyed stare watching as his only son was about to join a breed of brotherhood for which many men have not the courage. Junior had no choice in the manner. Shadow Man was his world at the moment and nothing would come between the man and his conquest. A cheer of chaotic moans rippled through the room when Shadow Man thrust himself into Junior. He shuddered with extasy as he ground his pelvis into Junior and their nut sacks clapped together in a leathery thump. Shadow Man threw his head back and howled, the men howled back. Roger's eyes flew open at the clamor and his smile widened when he saw the action on the screen. I lay content, my arms behind my head as Roger rode my cock. In the throes of the drugs coursing through our veins I knew our coupling that night would be long and pleasurable. The key to Mark's chastity cage remained hanging from my neck and it bounced ever so slightly while Roger, my hero, my lover, continued to buck and grind his cummy ass on my hard-on. The key would stay in my possession for now, perhaps later I would hand it over to Milton depending on what I might witness. My eyes devoured the transcending drama on the screens and my body succumbed to the motions of Roger's manipulations but my ears sought out the sounds in the next room. The silence behind the door lasted longer than I expected but when the screaming started it did not stop for a long, long time. THE END.....or is it?

Oh yes he was most definitely asleep. After a few glasses of wine he is out for the count. Over the summer I was fucked several times by his husband with him right there in the same bed snoring away. In fact he sleeps so soundly his husband fucks him without the guy waking up. He wakes up with a greasy cummy butthole. I’ve witnessed it. He’s fine with it by the way. No homos were harmed.

If you have read some of my posts you know I work for a gay couple and one of them fucks me regularly. When we first started fucking I was very uncomfortable with it for several reasons, he was married and I have a boyfriend being the big ones. Long story how it all started. If you are interested I can tell that story in another post. So at first I made him come to me if he wanted sex. Again it was me trying to control things, dealing with my guilt, not wanting to let go. I live with them when working and have my own room. He would come down to my room at night and slip into bed. I didn't always give in, just pretended to be sleeping. That slowly changed. Being the cock hungry cumdump that I am I could not resist having such a delicious cock so close at hand. His cock is the beer can type, so fucking hot. Feels amazing stretching my hole. He fucks raw and plants his seed in my guts. As all you dedicated bottoms know when you get that need to be mounted and bred there is no ignoring it. One night I had to have some cock. It was very late, probably two or three in the morning. I went up to his room and started blowing him with his husband snoring away right next to him. I could tell when he woke up but he never said a word. His cock is so thick I have trouble sucking for very long. My jaw aches, my teeth start getting in the way. I powered through though until I got his load. Then I went back to my room and jacked off savoring the taste of his cum. That was the beginning of the end for my resolve not to ask him for sex. Slowly over the next few months I gave in to my needs, mainly the need to back up on that fine cock and rub one out while he seeded my hole. Eventually he bought poppers because sometimes I had a hard time working that fat rod up my chute. Being the popper pig I am it just made me want his cock even more. He has huge balls too so his fully packed crotch looks like two chipmunks fighting over a sausage. You can't take your eyes off it. He is a total tease as well. If we go anywhere for a drive he unzips and lets his half hard cock peek out. This summer I gave in completely and asked to be fucked. He has not said no once. He is often on the farm during the day so is available to breed me. One time I went to find him to get fucked and his son showed up and would not go away. I needed cock and wasn't about to wait any longer. I typed 'wanna fuck' on my phone and showed it to him. Very quickly he got rid of his son and five minutes later he was balls deep in my hole and I was begging for his load. I finally realized how lucky I was to have a willing top on call. Being very rural my options are limited. I don't work on the farm in the winter and am missing his dick. Next summer I plan making sure I quit wasting time and back onto his cock every chance I can. I am sure that will be almost daily. Every time I have snuck into his bed at night his cock is always hard before I touch it. I wait until his husband is asleep, the man sleeps like the dead, then I get what I need which is a thorough fucking and breeding. Anybody else in a situation like this or have a top always available to take care of your greedy hole?

My first bookstore experience was in Key West when I was in my mid twenties. It was right on Duval, like being on Main Street for those of you have not been there. I can’t even remember if I sucked the guys dick 😞. After I came he asked me to piss down his throat. That was a surprise for a newbie. Took me a minute but I managed it. The ABS moved soon after that. The new location was nice and had some fun there. But the last time I was there it was dead and smelled terrible. Plus the clerk was a total asshole. Yelled at me to put money in the machines even though there was no one for me to cruise. I am not cheap. Let me find a dick to suck or back into and I’ll feed bucks into the machine all fucking day. I believe in spending money at these places to keep them going.

I think I speak for many of us when I say we love a long story. Do tell.

Cock slime. Not my favorite term for something I really love and can’t get enough of.

I guess I learned my lesson cuz I take all loads now and have been mounted by a lot of fugly men. I wish you would have been my uncle. You could have taught me a few things.

I was on the fuck bench at Hawks bathhouse in Portland having a great time. Its my favorite way to get fucked and take anonymous loads. So I had gotten boned by several guys but had not gotten bred yet. A guy mounts me with a fairly large cock so I can really feel it as he gets busy. He's a great fuck, slightly verbal with lots of moaning and grunting. Loved every minute of it. The one downside was I kept thinking he might have a condom on because he felt slightly off but when I reached back it always felt bare. It could have been the lube he was using, certain lubes don't feel good in my hole. He walks away and I caught a glimpse of a fit looking man about sixty years old. I was disappointed not to get his load but happy for the fuck. I went to go take a piss and cum starts pouring out of my ass. It was a HUGE load! He had seeded me so quietly I didn't even notice. Surprise! I passed him in the shower as he soaped up his beautiful cock. It gave me a thrill knowing he had just dumped a load in my hole.

I have never asked any man to wear a condom. I was at Club Z about a thousand raw dicks ago and suggested we should be using condoms after the guy already barebacked me. He said no and bred me twice more.

Mmmm…..my cock is so hard right now.

Time for some tough love. Of course the decision is yours but are you a man or a mouse? There are selfish assholes out there who would take advantage of a rube. You don’t have to be a victim. As for stealthers that’s fairly rare. Have you noticed how many chasers on here are looking for gifters and can’t find them? Full blown aids tops are not that easy to find and they are not all trying poz ignorant bottoms. Statistically speaking you are unlikely to get HIV with a few precautions. Do your research. If you are smart I’d say you can be 100% safe and still get boned. This site can skew your perspective because many of us are cock hungry cumdumps who let the little head do all the thinking. I know the risks of barebacking and I accept that. You don’t have to go that route. Get out there, meet some men, get to know the ones that turn your crank. Seems like trust is your issue so find a man you trust and be honest with him about your fears and your needs. Once you find ‘the one’ get tested together, maybe go on Prep, buy some condoms and get what you need. What I am saying is be in control of your sex life. Create a situation you are comfortable in and get some cock dude. Life is short and nights can be long so make hay while the sun shines.

So right. Some things need to remain fantasy. That is what is great about this site. Guys who can’t bring themselves to take that step into barebacking can indulge and live vicariously. Finding what is right for you is the most important thing. I found out early I don’t want to live without raw cock and the taste of cum. I am lucky that way. I really feel for guys who struggle with these issues. It’s one struggle I don’t have to wrestle with.

If you are scared of sex either covered or bare you need to sort out what the real problem is.

One more chapter to go. I have been on my sexcation so have to get the last chapter out my head and on the web. Thanks for reading. I love sharing my piggy mind with you guys.

My last load is still in my NUTS!!! Fucking waste of time apps. Spent the last four hours dealing with flakes and ghosters. I did take a load last night. My bud invited over a top to fuck us and I think he had a preference for me. I got the load. Karmas a bitch cuz today I can’t find a hole to unload into to save my life.

Probably. Between dark rooms and gloryholes can’t be sure who has their dick up my ass. Other times I don’t bother to look back and see who’s breeding my hole. I prefer to put myself in sexual situations where I don’t have to turn someone down. Actually can’t remember the last time I refused a load. I think there was still a Bush in the Whitehouse lol🤪

I was out running errands when I realized I was close to Vince's apartment. We were newish boyfriends and were still getting to know each other. We did not have plans but I decided to surprise him. He answered the door with a big drunken grin on his face. "Hey everybody, the boyfriend is here," he shouted as he pulled me into the apartment. Vince always called me boyfriend. I began to wonder if he even knew my name. I had to introduce myself to his friends. They all worked at the post office and were enjoying end of the work week drinks. There was Dale, the senior of the group, probably about fifty-eight as ordinary a specimen of manhood you could find. Next was Phillip, a stocky guy, thirty-ish with thick black hair who was some flavor of ethnic I would not begin to decipher. He had a smile that was all kinds of trouble. Lastly was the delicious Kevin, a twenty-something otter with a beautiful beard and very hairy forearms. I was supplied with a beer and a double shot of Southern Comfort and was soon as happy as the rest of the crowd. We sat around drinking and bullshitting until Kevin tried to stand up. He tottered back down and into me. I was not complaining. Lets just say I got very handsy helping him get erect. Vince suggested I put him in the extra room. The extra room as Vince called it was basically a giant junk drawer but it did have a davenport in it, yes I said davenport. I gladly manhandled Kevin to the room but when I tried to let him down to sleep he protested saying he could not sleep in his clothes. Too hot! Who was I to insist he remained clothed? I helped him out of his garments and oh sweet Jesus what a sight. All that gorgeous fur on his slim body. I boned up immediately but did resist fondling my boyfriend's workmate, that is until he lay down on his stomach and presented his hairy ass for my full viewing pleasure. I love cock, can't get enough cum but there is something about a really hairy ass that turns my crank. There was no way I was not going to eat that ass. God, Vince and a troop of nuns could have walked in at that moment and I would still have eaten that ass. I immediately buried my face in his crack. Kevin giggled but did not protest in the least. So much for loyalty from friend or boyfriend. His legs splayed as I got to work and his hole opened up for my invasion. It was better than good, it was fantastic. I petted and smoothed the fur on his cheeks as I tried in vain to push my head up his ass. I knew I should make it quick. Have my ass snack and get out but the throbbing meat in my pants would not let me leave. The way Kevin was moving his hips back and forth and up indicated to me he was fine just as things were. I had to fuck that hole. If I fuck a hole its getting my load deep. No condoms, no pulling out. I was loath to remove my tongue from his silky sheath. It tasted so wonderful. My cock would not be ignored. I quickly unzipped and yanked my meat free. This was going to be a clothed fuck. I couldn't risk getting naked although I longed to feel that furry body on my skin. My cock rested in his hairy crack seeking entry. Grinding into him I told him I was going to fuck him. Kevin moaned. "Tell my you want it," I insisted. "Beg me to breed your hole." He mumbled something into the cushion. I turned his head and kissed him. "Say it bitch, say you want my nut deep in your ass or I walk." Kevin sobered up enough to beg for my cock. He pleaded to be bred and fucked and bred again. I pushed in and gasped at the gorgeous heat of his chute. His puckered hole gripped my cock hard, his pulsing ring massaged me to extreme hardness. I had to pause or shoot my load before I could give him a proper rogering. Kevin was an insatiable bottom. He began to fuck himself on my cock bucking and writhing beneath me. I let him have his way for a moment but I was the fucker. I pushed his hips back down resting the head of my dick at the entry to his hole, then plunged. We both moaned without restraint and my animal instincts took over. I fucked that hot otter like I hated him, pile driving my meat as hard as my lust driven muscles could manage. He melted into a hairy horny cum receptacle and I was the god of jizz that would bestow that gift on him. My eyes started to roll in my head as the orgasm began to tighten my sack and rage through my cock to explode out my piss hole in a jet of creamy man juice. Kevin knew he was being bred and he shuddered with the euphoria of accepting my DNA deep into his guts. I collapsed on him my clothes damp with sweat and my breath ragged with exertion. I wanted a nap. I wanted to stay inside Kevin until dooms day. My overworked cock had other ideas as the poor guy deflated. Kevin's hole agreed with me as it tried in vain to keep hold of my meat. I had to taste his cummy hole. I was back in heaven as my tongue dug deep for a taste of my own sperm. His creamy chute was hotter and tastier and being well fucked opened even wider to my invading oral intruder. Kevin began grinding his erection into the cushion careful to go slow enough so as to not dislodge my tongue. We worked in unison to bring off his nut. As much as I would have liked to swallow his load I was content to eat ass while he rubbed one off into the cushion. A long low moan and the sudden grip of his pucker on my tongue was the only indication that Kevin had achieved ejaculation. It sent a wave of blood to my cock and I was tempted to have another go at his hole but a slight snore from the otter told me our moment was over. With one last kiss to each hairy cheek I adjusted my stiffy, zipped and turned out the light. I quietly closed the door behind me and returned to the living room. Vince was sprawled on the love seat, his long frame dangling comically over the arm rests. He was asleep. Phillip too was conked out on the armchair a half drunk beer wedged in his crotch. Dale sat on the couch all too sober with a knowing grin on his face. I paused but smiled when I noticed the tent in his pants. He crooked a finger at me beckoning me over. "Let me have a taste of Kevin's ass," he said. With a glance at Vince I thought 'In for a penny, in for a pound'. I walked over passing by Phillip to grab the half drunk beer from his crotch and stood in front of Dale. He fished out my cock still slick with ass juice, spit and cum. I downed the beer tossing the can aside as I watched Dale feast on my meat. He was no stranger to cock and very good at reading my likes and dislikes. I began to wonder where this was going to lead. He let me know soon enough. "You made Kevin beg for your load and now its time for you to beg for mine," he ordered. We both glanced over at the blissfully sleeping Vince. "I want to fuck you right here in front of your boyfriend. I want your cheating ass within smelling distance of his snores." My cock throbbed and my hole spasmed but still I hesitated. I liked Vince, maybe was starting to fall in love. I certainly did not want to hurt him but the call of nature was loud in my ears and when a man orders you to bend over its a no brainer. Dale was calling the shots and I had no regrets once he undressed. He might be a plain as white bread with his baggy thrift store clothes but underneath his firm lightly muscled body belied a masculinity that promised a thorough breeding. I was a goner. He bent me over my face near Vince's as I braced myself for the onslaught. Dale wedged his face in my crack pushing spit in my hole in preparation for the fuck. He stopped to insist I let him know what I wanted. "Your load," was my answer. "Tell me all about it," he wanted more. With a twist of my nuts I understood the situation. "I want your raw cock in my hole," I pleaded. "Fuck my cheating ass, breed me." Dale moaned in my crack as my words spurred him on. "I need your nut man. Use my ass, make me yours." With a groan Dale reluctantly removed his tongue and stood pressing the head of his cock at my greedy pucker. "Back into me boy," he demanded. I complied my eyes nearly crossing at the blissful stretch of my hole as his thick meat took up residence in its cramped quarters. Once he bottomed out I was now half in love with Dale. The heat and hardness of his rod sending waves of pleasure through me. He began slowly letting the thrill of our mating pace itself. I gazed at Vince. His handsome face adorable in its slumber. I lightly kissed his slightly parted lips letting my tongue ever so carefully graze them. They parted even more. My eyes flew open to examine my boyfriend for any sign of alertness. He slept on. Daringly I pushed my tongue deeper tasting the beer fumes of his breath. Dale fucked harder. I knew better than to touch my cock. The thrill of tongue raping my sleeping boyfriend while his co-worker abused my ass had me right on the edge. I was in bareback fuck mode and needed my hole thoroughly banged and seeded. I pressed back making sure Dale understood how much I loved his cock in my hole, how much I needed him to unload his nut deep inside. I belonged to him at that moment to use as he wished. It was a righteous breeding. Eventually I had to abandon Vince to hold on tight as Dale revved up his efforts to deliver a truly brutal cornholing. I fucking loved it. Dales girthy meat had my hole hot and gaping as he delivered each thrust at a slightly different angle exploring every millimeter of my insides. When his nut came I thought he would break me so vigorous was the pounding he was meting out. I was putty in his hands even though his grip on my hips was nearly painful as he lost himself in the load his cock was jetting into me. I went to that special place you can only find when a real man is making you a part of him by injecting an essential part of himself. There is nothing in the world quite like taking a load. Its the best! When we calmed down Dale's cock showed no signs of flagging and I was not about to suggest he release me. As far as I was concerned Dale could bugger me all night long. A voice interrupted our post coital revelry. "Is this a party of two or can I join in." It was Phillip and he was stroking a monster of a cock. That smile was back on his face and I knew I was in for it. There was no way I could say no to a cock like that even though I doubted my ability to take such monumental column of man flesh. Dale put a stop to any thoughts of bailing. "I want to see that beast of a dick tearing up your cummy hole," he growled in my ear. "You'll get my second load after Phil here has plowed new territory for me." I involuntarily groaned with lust, need and terror. I knew it was going to be an ordeal but I wanted it. My greed for seed and the feel of cock invading my hole took over. These men could do whatever they wanted with me. My thoughts raced and I begged for a moment. I knew where Vince had a bottle of poppers in the freezer. I quickly retrieved it. Phillip was naked his cock looking even bigger and more sinister; the foreskin retracted completely revealing the pre-cum slicked head, red and shiny with the need to fuck. "On your back he ordered. I complied pulling my knees up to my chest. From my position next to the couch I could watch Vince as the men used me. My twisted mind loved it, my cock throbbed in anticipation of the three-way that was about to happen. Dale lowered his ass over my face being sure to hook my knees so Phillip could have easy access to my hole. I let my tongue leisurely slide across Dales puckered hole, taking my time savoring his crack. He pressed himself into me luckily suppressing the scream as Phil pushed his rampant cock into me. It took my breath away. In an act of supreme kindness Dale hopped off in order to feed me several long hits of the poppers. All the while Phillip never let up in his endless effort to stuff every inch of his python deep in my guts. The fat head of the serpent sought out new territory to explore as it inch further and deeper than I had ever experienced before. I was out of my mind with the wonder of being so thoroughly filled. Dale resumed position and I got to work with my own exploration of his ass. Dale was appreciative of my efforts grinding his ass into my face encouraging me to dig deeper. Dales asshole was my new bestfriend and I wanted to move in. God damn I love eating ass! Meanwhile Phillip had bottomed out and I was coming to terms with new arrangement of my insides. I was proud of myself and excited to have Phillip fuck and breed me. It proved to be a marathon. Dale finally had to move aside as the furious fucking Phillip delivered had me gasping for breath. Phillip clung to me like a limpet his cock anchoring him at one end and his tongue down my throat at the other. I knew he could taste Dale's ass on my lips and that only made him fuck harder. I didn't know being fuck like that, fucked so deeply and completely, that it took you to a whole different place in the erotic pantheon of sensations. It was incredible. I greedily bucked by hips wanting more and more cock. Phillip was a silent cummer as he spewed his seed so deep into me it would be several hours before I would begin to feel it ooze out of my puffy but well satisfied hole. Dale barely let Phillip enjoy his nut before before he pushed him aside for sloppy seconds or is that thirds? His second nut came quickly as his passions had escalated while watching Phillip skewer me with porn star quality dick. I happily received his load wondering if he could even feel anything as my hole felt wide open and slick with sperm. A quick glance showed me Vince was still off in dreamland. Liquor did have a tendency to put him in a coma. As a final surprise Kevin staggered out of the extra room his hard-on leading the way. He grinned at me and I knew I was going to get one more load. Kevin demanded I flip over so he could fuck me the way I had fucked him. I finally got to feel his pelt on my bare skin as he mounted me his entry eased by the jizz leaking out of my well fucked hole. I pushed my ass back greedy for his cock. Kevin was a tender lover skewering me with slow but passionate thrusts. He nibbled at my neck and shoulders. With a shudder he released his load into me and I came for a second time that night as my bone rubbed one out into the carpet. With guilty laughs we all grabbed wet towels to clean off and dress. I tentatively suggested we might do it again perhaps without sleeping beauty in attendance. The next morning Vince asked me what was wrong with my back. A look in the mirror revealed some minor rug burns, evidence of Phillip and Dale's energetic fucking. My cock boned up thinking about it. I mentioned something about exercising on the carpet before pushing Vince down on the bed. He tried to beg off but I needed to fuck. It was pump and dump, a boning for my pleasure only. I was fucking Vince but I thought of Kevin. I was going to have to do something about that.

I have 11 uncles! I was molested by one who I did not like, wah, and lusted after another who never touched me. He could have done anything he wanted to me at any time but unfortunately was not inclined in that direction or at least did not pick up on the fact I wanted his cock in me. I am jealous of guys who have had the experience I craved. It’s not for everyone of course, as for me getting fucked by my uncle would have made me a happy camper. I still would bend over for him.

Great story! I jerked of twice this morning after reading it. Oh to be a 19 year older cum dump again. Sigh.

Count me as one of them, I would love to eat your hole especially if you have been taking loads. It gets me so hot and ready to make my own deposit.

Here is a pic of my penis plug with glans ring. Any body else enjoy wearing these?

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I am surprised by how many men like being referred to as having a pussy or cunt. It’s a total turn off for me. I am a man with an asshole, no pussy here. Is it different if you are eating a guys ass as opposed to fucking it? Love to eat ass, not a fan of eating man-pussy. It’s ironic FTMs want their business called a front hole where as a lot of gay subs and cumdumps prefer pussy or cunt. To each his own.

Oh man! This kind of scenario gets me so hard. I wish I had been one of the blokes. I’d go wank off right now but am saving my load for tonight with a fuck bud. He’s going to sleep with my jizz planted deep.

When it is great sex I am so happy there is nothing in my brain except pleasure and gratitude. I feel so grateful that a man is sharing his body with me. It’s all I need at that moment. If it’s boring or mediocre then I just want his load. I want him to breed me and get the fuck out of the way so the next guy can have a go. “Next” is all I am thinking about.