Treehugger

Great story and the title is a real hook. I had to find out who you were in the dark. 

Lucky buggers or is that lucky buggerers?

     The rest of us want to know where was our invite😜. 

Their website is confusing, says limited availability or maybe closed. Then open 24/7. Get your shit together Club St Louis. 

Part two

I was too numb with betrayal and exhaustion to react when Sam and Mark entered my motel room. Without a word Mark approached and slapped me hard knocking me off the bed. "I told you to wait at the foot of the bed on the FUCKING floor," he spat at me. "You are almost too dumb to fuck."
     I stared up at Mark trying to find a trace of the man I once loved in his angry face. "Did you ever love me," I asked genuinely wanting to know.
      "Yes," Mark answered sounding sincere but then shrugged. "At least I thought I did. Turns out its your money I love. A boy gets used to evenings out and expensive clothes."  He brushed an invisible speck off the cashmere sweater I got him for his last birthday.
     "Don't get me wrong boyfriend, I think I could have loved you had you not been such a drag in the sack. For fucks sake who insists on condoms for two years. Do you even understand how sti's work? I mean you really are quite fuckable. When we first met I thought you looked like Ryan Reynolds but better looking, then I found out what a frigid bitch you were in bed, game over."
     Mark reached for Sam and gave him a kiss. "Then I met Sam and discovered we had the same problem. His ball and chain was a bigger dried up cunt than you. Sam went five years without wetting his dick in the ole pink."
     They both laughed and Sam grabbed my arm to haul me up. "Time to get the show on the road," he said roughly pushing my head sideways to examine where I was slapped. "Tsk, tsk," he admonished Mark noting my red skin. "Can't be damaging the merchandise."
     "Cheer up boyfriend," quipped Mark as he rifled through my wallet helping himself to the cash, "we're going to a party."
     I suppose I should have paid attention as we drove but I couldn't bring myself to care. We ended up in an unsavory district of warehouses and abandoned buildings. Without knocking we entered one of them. The hallway led us to sort of waiting area and a rat faced man in leather. He face split with an oily smile, "Is this the party favor then," he asked pointedly without a greeting.
     Mark pushed me forward and the rat faced man proceeded to examine me like stock. "He's a pretty one, too good for this crowd. They'll eat him alive."
     "Are you saying you don't want him," Marks voice was loud with irritation.
     "Oh I want him alright but he looks.....reluctant." He reclined putting his feet up on the table never taking his eyes off me. "I don't mind using a bit of, lets say, persuasion but we can't have the party favors putting up a fight every time one these fat slobs or vice ridden perverts wants their turn."
     Mark pinched my face like a child and gave it a wiggle. "Don't you worry, he will be on his best behavior. Won't you boyfriend. He understands the consequences of refusing. Tell the man you will behave."
     I only nodded and Mark jabbed me in the back prompting a verbal response. "I'll do what I am told," I said eyes downcast.
     "Good enough for me," the host said jovially hopping up to open a door. "Hand him over to Peter to get geared up. Come back for your cut when the party is over. Have fun boys," he concluded with a little wave.
     Peter was an obscenely obese man ludicrously attired in a leather harness and kilt. His piggy eyes sparkled as Sam explained I was one of the nights party favors and needed kitted out. We were left alone and I was glad to be away from the monsters that had turned my life upside down.
     Peter ordered me to undress while he selected various leather items. His hands fondled and petted every part of my body as he fitted me with harness, cuffs, shackles and collar. My skin went cold and my cock withered as he pulled on it before stuffing it in a jock. "All set," he said admiring his work.
     I was hoping he was done with me but it was not to be. Peter had one more preparation before the party could start. "You do understand,"  he pointed out," what is going to happen to you out there. I mean you will be thoroughly fucked for the next few hours."
     I nodded knowing that would be one of the highlights of the evening.
     "The question," he asked," is how do you want to start the night, specifically lube or no lube. Those pigs won't even give you the benefit of a little spit. They'll be tearing into your ass right from the start. So can you handle it?"
     "Can't you provide me with some lubrication," I pleaded dreading a dry fuck as much as anything I could think of. 
    Peter grabbed his crotch. "I've got your natural lube right here, a quick lick and a poke and you'll be set to go. I cum buckets."
     I couldn't believe he wanted to lube me up with his own cum but what choice did I have. I agreed.
     Peter laboriously got down on his knees and gestured for me to bend over. I did as instructed and was immediately impaled with his snake like tongue. It was my first sober rim job and I would be lying if I refused to admit how amazing it felt. I sort of melted into Peter as he expertly lubricated my hole with spit. It was over too soon as I was lost in the best I had felt for days.
     Reality sparked back into my consciousness as Peters cock poked at my asshole. His fat belly rested on my back. Too his credit he went slowly being sure to smear his precum all around my hole before applying pressure. Peter's cock was proportionate to his size and he filled me completely. Grabbing me by the hips he fucked me with deep thrusts that left me gasping for breath. I felt guilty pleasure as he repeatedly scraped my prostate. I was leaking precum by the time he grunted and moaned releasing his load.
     Without further instructions I was led into the main room. It was scattered with couches mattresses, chairs, a fuck bench and two slings. I wasn't ignorant, I had seen porn before but of course had never been anywhere near such a place. My blood turned cold as I watched another party favor being strapped over the fuck bench. He seemed thrilled to get into position. Who the fuck were these people? I was led to a sling.
     The leather felt startlingly cold on my bare skin. A masked handler slipped the straps around my ankles and another around my midsection cinching it tightly. As he was finishing Mark approached the sling with a malicious grin on his handsome face. "How ya doin' boyfriend?" he asked without expecting an answer. I refused to look at him. To my surprise he leaned down for a kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth and his stubble sent an involuntary shudder to my loins. Mark's kisses were expert.
     "I do love to see you in leather," he purred pulling on various straps. He looked me over admiring the scene. "I will be around to witness the gangbang," he viscously tweaked a nipple causing me to buck but of course stayed bound in the leather restraints. "And I will be donating a load or two. I haven't had enough of your ass.....yet." With a slap that sent pain exploding through my temples he walked off.
     I knew at that moment that no matter the consequences I could not live with Mark as the master of my future and that I would have to take extreme measures. Namely making a phone call to the one person I swore I would never speak to again. But that would have to wait. I had an evening carnality to endure.
     My dark thoughts were interrupted by a shadow crossing the dim light around me. A face came into view, one I should recognize but could not place. "Hey buddy." He smiled and then I remembered, it was Roger, Mark and Sam's drug dealer. "That Mark is such a prick. If he wasn't such a hot lay I'd tell him to fuck off. Plus he throws a lot of business my way," he trailed off, "so there you go."
     I examined Roger as he sort of petted and fumbled at me. He was rather plain looking but with a sweet smile and, I could not help but notice, a tight slim body, lightly muscled. My memories of him were confused with the images of him fucking me and my drug enhanced reality of the experience.
     "Say, this is going to be a long night for you." He looked around covertly. "There could be 40 maybe up to 60 guys here tonight all wanting a piece of the new meat. The more loads you take the more they are going to want a go at your hole." Simon adjusted his crotch. Obviously the thought of my being gangbanged was making him hard.
     "Its going to be hot as fuck but maybe not so much for you seeing how new you are to the scene. I could help with that." He pulled a syringe from his pocket. "I know you got a raw deal in all this but a shot of this will make your evening go way smoother, hell you might even enjoy it." He waggled the drug filled needle. "I'll even sneak back to top you off later to make sure you are still up in the clouds." He grinned that evil grin of his, it was sexy despite its origin.
     His hands never quit moving and eventually his fingers found their way to my hole. He slid in. The load I had already taken slicking up his digits. He removed them and took a taste. "I see Peter already had his way with you." I nodded. "I bet he used that old line about no lube in the play area." Again I nodded. Roger laughed, "Peter likes to be first and its not a bad deal, he cums a torrent. So what's it going to be rich boy, you want to fuck in the stars or down here in the gutter?"
     Again in felt there was no choice but to take him up on his offer. Roger quickly tied my arm and administered the drug. I watched his face as a rapture overtook his features while the liquid mixed with my blood. He loved his work. I was surprised by my the sudden need to cough and an odd metallic taste at the back of my throat. It was quickly surpassed by the euphoria that cascaded through my body. Roger smiled down at me and winked. "See you around stud, I'll be back for some of that well used hole."
     I was lost in my own hazy world as the drug turned the sensations of being bound in a leather sling to an erotic foreplay of the evenings events. I barely noticed at first as men surrounded me but of course came back to a reality of sorts as a fat cock entered my hole. A big bearded man glared down at me as he savagely skewered me. It felt amazing and I gasped out a thank you to Roger and the man who was fucking me. How had I ever lived without this? In the back of my mind I knew it was the drug making me feel that way but fuck me I had never experienced such intense and pleasurable sex.
     I begged for more and was not disappointed as top after top helped themselves to my bound ass. Both Mark and Sam made an appearance and Mark was none too pleased when he found me high on drugs and sex begging to be bred. He expected a bruised and broken man enduring the torments of a gangbang but Roger had derailed that plan. Sam happily ate my ass before plugging me with his beer can of a cock. "Damn boy, you really changed your tune. Fuck you are slick." His fucking pace quickened and he quickly added to my load count. Mark on the other hand couldn't get his cock hard enough to have a go. He got off on my pain and that was not happening.
     Mark stomped off to go watch one of the party favors being flogged on a St. Andrew's cross. There was a lull in the action and Roger approached sliding his rampant cock into my well used hole. "Having fun," he asked gently fucking me. I grinned and nodded. "I knew you would. That's some good shit running through your veins." He gave a look a round before producing another needle, from where I couldn't not tell. He was buck ass naked. 
     "This next round," he explained, "Is going to be rough so I got a little extra something for you." With a deftness that defied belief he injected me again without interrupting his fuck. A gentle moan escaped his lips as he unloaded, flushing my already well lubed hole with his nut. He kissed me then, very tenderly. "You are being a good sport. You and I could have a lot of fun together." And then he was gone. The short interlude made me forget to question his remark about the next round being rough. I did not have long to wait nor did I care when I found out as the new round of pharmaceuticals raged through my system. I was ready.
     A furry muscle man hefted a duffle bag and dropped it at my feet. From it he pulled black dildos of various sizes. I could see little of the process as my mouth was continually filled with cock. I couldn't get enough and neither could my hole as the muscle man proceeded to work over my hole with silicone cocks.
     It was a whole new level of sexual awareness as my hole was stretched ever wider to accommodate the girth of the dildos. When the size became more and more difficult they would give me a break that consisted of poppers and real cock. I had no complaints. Sam came by to drop off another load but saw no more of Mark. Roger hovered in the background to swoop in for a quick poke and a kiss.
     Roger was there when I took my first fist. It was not the muscle man whose huge mitts would have torn me apart. Another man with smaller hands enthusiastically fucked my hole with his fist. I thrashed in my leather bindings trying to buck and grind myself harder on his fist. The man knew what he was doing. My orgasm started to build and build. When I came the crashing crescendo blasted cum out my untouched cock spattering anyone within spitting distance with my jizz.
     I was spent but the show only spurred the men on to greater fuckery as they cheered each other on to fuck and breed my sloppy cum drenched hole. They lasted longer than I having passed out at some point. Roger woke me up with gentle slaps and proceeded to undo the bindings. I could barely stand as he helped out of the sling. Roger helped me to dress and walked me back into presence of the rat faced man where Mark and Sam also waited.
     Mark and Sam were paid for my services with a fat roll of bills. Mark looked me over with disgust. As disoriented as I was I let my indifference to his feelings be known. To Roger he said, "Get that slut cleaned up and back to the house. He has to be to work in the morning."
     I let them depart without comment and Roger steered me out the door behind them. I needed a bath and I had a phone call to make.
     

I AM A SEX MACHINE! Well sorta, not to brag (I am going to brag). I woke up ready to get me some dick. Did not jerk off wanting to save the load for a deserving man. So I hit the apps, I am shit on the apps, can't seem to get laid to save my life. Finally a guy hits me up wanting to do a group thing. Count me in!
     Of course I am the only one who shows up. To be expected and also not a big deal cuz the host was hot; stocky, hairy chest and legs, very eatable ass. I was hoping for some flip fucking but didn't really happen. He shot his load about 90 seconds after I mounted him.
     He let me keep fucking though and I loaded up his hole for him. He was a great kisser so that kept me going and fifteen minutes later I buttered up his ass with a second load of baby batter. He kept on kissing and jerking and ten minutes later I am hard again. I can't stop eating his ass and that makes me want to fuck it even more. My jizz tastes great and its even better served up in a cumdumps well fucked hole.
     I deliver load number three after another fifteen minutes. That was less than four hours ago and I am hard again writing about it. This guy is definitely going to get bred by me again although I am going to have to insist I get his nut in my ass.

I was getting nailed on a fuck bench at Club Z Halloween night 2016. Having had a little too much alcohol I passed out. When I woke up someone else was fucking me. It still turns me on remembering. 

Not quite, my mom and aunt caught me beating off to an International Male underwear catalog wishing I was getting fucked by one of the models. 
     Anybody else use those catalogs to wack it? This was before internet porn. 

On 11/21/2012 at 10:41 AM, NLbear said:

here is mine, as a bottom.....

I’ve been lusting for your ass for years and now I finally get a gander at your beautiful cock. Thanks for the pics. It’s worth going through these older posts. You have the perfect dick by the way. 

I played with a one armed man once. He wouldn’t let me touch his stump. We fucked on a bunk bed and his husband was reading a magazine on the bottom bunk. 
     I also fucked a guy with MS or something like that that messed with his muscles and coordination. He didn’t get out much so made it hard to get laid. 
     When it came to pounding a load into his hole the disability wasn’t an issue. We had fun. 

2 hours ago, BootmanLA said:

I would suggest that you check with a urologist. Not to belittle your "new friend" there, but it may be that (a) he was hitting something other than your prostate, and whatever that was, didn't like it, or (b) you might have prostatitis or some other inflammation of the prostate that made it sensitive or otherwise has inhibited its function. There's an off chance there's something going on in there that might be more serious than you'd think.

A urologist (preferably a gay-friendly one) should be able to help you sort this out. 

I appreciate the suggestion and will look into it because I’d really like to know. Not sure it’s the problem since I have been like this since day one of getting fucked and that was 27 years ago. 
     I wish I had been on this site back then so I could have open conversations about sex and sexual problems. 

On 11/3/2021 at 1:08 PM, KCCumDump said:

Great story, can't wait for the next chapter

Thanks, I will have it up soon. 

21 minutes ago, DarkroomTaker said:

Hi Treehugger, now that I would love to see.

Here ya go. Walked around the pool this week (on an Atlantis cruise) showing off the nads to anyone and everyone.

I was in Palm Springs for Leather Pride and went to the Canyon Club pool party. Lots of naked fun, took my turns on the fuck bench and in a sling. I have stories but I want to talk about my prostate.
     Towards the end of the party I was in the pool when I saw a guy on his knees at the edge of the pool getting his ass eaten. Eating Ass....count me in! So I swam over and was allowed a turn. He gets an A rating from me for top notch hole.
    Later I am talking to the guys, they were a couple. Somehow we got on to prostates and I mentioned I get no stimulation from my prostate. The guy whose ass I ate offered to test me out. Right there on the edge of the pool, with him in the water this time, he stuck a finger in my hole and found my prostate.
     Did not feel good. All this time when the fucking got painful and I thought I had to pee it was cock hitting my prostate. I thought I had no feeling in my prostate turns out it is the opposite. I have to say its so disappointing.
     Now I want to know how common this is and can I do something about it. What I like about getting fucked is the head space I am in, the stretch of my hole and of course the thrill of taking loads but no joy from getting my p spot rammed. I am jealous of men who get enjoyable prostate stimulation.
     I have to say it was hot getting fingered right there by the pool with a crowd of guys all around watching. Got fucked in the pool too. I know that is a no-no but he sorta just did it and once he was in I couldn't bring myself to make him stop.

I spent last week on a gay cruise. One night on the dance floor I hooked up with a mixed race couple I had met two nights before. The black guy, very handsome somewhat stocky, lovely five inch cock perfect for sucking, white guy short, bearded, gorgeous pelt, monster dick. We danced a long time. I traded blow jobs with the black guy on the dance floor. Eventually we went back to their room where he had to wake up the husband to see if he wanted to play. He did.
     I had to take several hits of poppers to manage white guys big dick. He filled me up completely, felt amazing. Loved the way his husband enjoyed the show. We made out while his husband fucked and bred my hole. Never any mention of condoms.
     Then they traded and I got to feast on monster dick while finally getting some black dick in my hole (its been a while).
     I spent the night in their cabin and slept like a baby. Big dick fed me his morning load while his husband fucked me. I made sure to give them my number.

I like my cock and ass just fine but my big balls get me a lot of attention especially when they are stuffed into a tight bathing suit so gotta go with my nut sack. 

On 5/25/2019 at 1:50 PM, Riverfk said:

my hairy chest gets me into a lotta trouble that my dick finishes.

Yes! Love the sound of that. A hairy chest will get you anywhere with me. 

No, no and no way. I am not sure how my boyfriend would react, possibly horrified. BZ gives me the freedom to talk and express myself without reservation. I don’t want him in my head space that way. 

16 minutes ago, bbfarm said:

There always seems to be one guy, standing there in the middle of things, talking WAY too loudly:

Sooo true! Every bathhouse and sex party has this guy. Somebody stick a dick in his mouth please!

     The only thing I would add is don’t be too clingy. When I am at a party I like to sample a lot of cock and ass. Sometimes a guy will attach himself basically cock blocking me from enjoying more dicks. 
     At the same time if I really have the hots for a guy I try not to monopolize him. He’s probably the for the same reason. 

     My little sisters boyfriend Evan was fucking adorable. I don't usually go for the younger guys. I am into the muscle daddy types covered in fur and tattoos but this guy was too yummy. He was the kind of guy everybody wanted around with his wide infectious smile and a laugh that would melt any icy heart. Not too mention how absolutely fuckable his tight young body was. I wanted to pin that boy down and fuck the holy hell out of him. Every time I heard his voice my pecker would stand at attention.
     I did my best not to scare him away with some light flirting and suggestive sexual comments. His shy manner and boyish giggle only inflamed my desire. That boy needed a good fucking and the conscientious queer that I am I was the man for the job.
     I only had to bide my time and sure enough the right occasion arose. The A&P (aged parents) were off on a cruise so I stopped in to the old homestead on the off chance I could [banned word] on my boy. As luck would have it they were there enjoying some beer with friends. I was invited to join in and made sure I was sitting close to Evan. 
     They were a fun crowd and I was enjoying myself all the time wondering how I was going to get into this guys pants when the subject turned to sex, a fun and often cringe worthy topic for conversation. I am out so that is not a problem and being the only gay in the crowd was often referred to for clarification on certain subjects. One of those subjects being rimming.
     Some half stoned clod brought it up in an attempt to gross out the group and his comment elicited the expected groan. I of course dissembled and proceeded to expound on my opinion. My opinion being I FUCKING LOVE eating ass. Its the best and of course any good top is honor bound to munch hole before fucking it. Its good manners after all.
     I could see there was some silent agreement amongst the assembled but no one was willing to admit to being on my side. Cowards. I got nothing to hide or be ashamed of. I am a proud ass eating faggot. I could not resist a quick little description of a good rim job. After some jibes and laughter the conversation moved on but the whole time I closely watched Evan's reaction. I could tell he was interested. Could Evan be wanting his hole slobbered on. Or better yet is he gay? My mind reeled with the possibilities.
     The crowd thinned. My sister pled exhaustion and asked Evan if he was okay to drive home. Evan said he would have a coke then motor on. Bingo. I was going to have the little hottie all to myself for a bit. It would have to be enough time to work my magic. Sister went upstairs and I went for drinks adding some rum to the sodas. Evan gave me a look after a sip but did not say anything. Things were looking good for my plans to take advantage of the poor sop.
     We chatted and I tried to think of a way to casually steer the conversation towards sex. I had no need. After some hesitation Evan asked me if I was serious about my love of analingus (his word) or was I only grandstanding to make everyone wince and titter. I looked him square in the eye and said, "On my honor as a boy scout and a homosexual I do hereby solemnly swear I am an avid and devoted eater of ass."
     He laughed nervously and I added, "I am totally willing to give you a demonstration of said habit." 
     "What do you mean 'a demonstration'", he asked a flush of pink coloring his face.
     I scooted in close so that my hot breath tickled the fuzz on his cheeks. "What I mean is that I am offering to stick my tongue up your ass."
     Evan stammered, "You're kidding, you can't be serious."
     So his first reaction wasn't to say no way. I had him. I moved closer. "One lick in your crack and you'll never look back." He took a sip of his cocktail. "I will rock your world stud just take a chance." I put one hand on his knee and squeezed ever so slightly. His next sip was more of a gulp.
     "But your sister," he argued, "I can't...." he trailed off.
     I put an arm around him while the other casually drifted to his crotch. "Come on, you know that relationship is going no where. I love my sister but that girl is high maintenance. She'll wear you down to a nub. Live a little boy." My knuckles grazed the hard-on raging beneath his button fly. "A little taste, its all I ask. I will stop the second you decide its not for you."
     "Where," Evan barely managed to squeak. I grabbed his hand and hauled him up and out the door. We had a little summer shack by the pool with a comfy futon couch perfect for privacy and eating ass. To my surprise he did not resist when I pulled him to me for a kiss. He was hesitant at first and then abandoned any pretense he didn't want what was about to happen. He devoured me like I was going to devour his ass.
     The undressing was a blur of flying clothing. I wasted no time pushing him down on the couch quickly arranging him on all fours ass up and ready to be molested. His ass was as beautiful as I knew it would be. I briefly caressed the light dusting of hairs that fuzzed his cheeks. He shivered. I blew on his hole and it winked in response. He was ready for it.
     I spread his cheeks exposing his quivering pucker. The first tentative kiss elicited a moan and the first tongue swipe a quick intake of breath. I had him. The boy was going to be putty in my hands. I was going to fuck him into next week but first a long and thorough ass eating to make him pliable and begging to be cornholed.
     I took my time. I had no where to be except to rock this kids world and take him to a place he didn't realize he needed to be. His ass was made to be eaten. It responded to every massage of my tongue. His hole kissed me back. I settled in for a marathon rim job and was only brought back to reality when I felt a drip on my hand.
     Looking between his legs the flash of a long string of pre-cum from his piss slit to my hairy knuckles attested to the pleasure I was giving him. I watched in fascination as his cock pumped out more natural lube. I pulled his stiffy back for a taste making sure to slobber on his nut sack as well. The panting had me moving back to his ass. I couldn't have him cumming just yet.
     I pushed as much spit into his ass as I could. I wouldn't be bothered with lube and I am no slouch in the dick department so wanted to do my best to ease his transition from virgin to fuck toy/cumdump. His was taking my load weather he wanted it or not. I was not going to be denied being the first to breed him.
    At last the moment came. I knew if I waited any longer I would not have the patience to ease his passage from boy to man. To my surprise when I placed my cock head at his hole he leaned back into it. Fuck yeah! He wanted it. I let him set the pace as his eager hole slowly swallowed my meat. "Good boy," I growled when I bottomed out. Evan was gasping for air as his hole came to terms with its new occupant. We were both as happy as pigs in slop.
     I grabbed a fist full of hair to pull his head sideways and look at me. "Tell me you love my cock," I ordered, "tell me how badly you need to be fucked."
     Evan caught his breath and gabbled, "Please sir I need your cock. Fuck my hole, fuck me, make me yours. Please sir, pleeease." I released his head and like the good sub he was meant to be he braced his arms and arched his back firmly impaling that delicious ass on my rock hard dick.
     I'd like to be able to tell you it was a tender fuck, that I made love to him so his first time would be a sweet memory. That would be a lie. I fucked that boy like a jackhammer turning his groans into whimpers. Maybe if I had been more like a lover I could have altered his fate but that first brutal fuck was the start of an addiction that proved a happy circumstance for many a top. Evan was at the beginning of his cumdump journey and his need to be thoroughly fucked and used would follow him for the rest of his life. You are welcome world. My gift to all you [banned word] and breeders who need a needy hole to unload into.
     Our sweat slick skin glued our bodies together as I fucked him off his knees and onto his stomach. I was all cock and brute force pile driving the breath out of him in search of that sweet spot deep inside to dump my load. He had no complaints as my bone rearranged his guts and I fucked him into a stupor. I don't think he even noticed when I shot of with a roar coating his abused innards with a soothing dose of man milk.
     We did notice, however, the gasp and scream of rage coming from my horrified sister. I double down on my fucking still caught in the euphoria of my nut. Evan was in no position to either move or react because his orgasm was building and by time my hips stopped moving Evan had already spilled his seed.
     I collapsed rolling sideways and taking Evan with me to keep my cock in his ass. My nuts were recharging for a second go. I intended to send Evan away with a sloppy hole. Or maybe I'd take him home and sleep with my cock lodged in his buttery chute. For the moment I held him close breathing in his clean sweaty scent. He had been a good boy and now he was a better man.
     My sister wouldn't speak to me for a month but I finally got her to admit she was on the verge of breaking up with Evan. I did that princess a favor. My cock did the break up for her. I introduced Evan to a few of my friends, you know, the furry tattooed muscle daddies I go for. They ate him up like I did. Evan couldn't be happier.
 

First load of sexcation. My buddy fucked me and and then blew his load on my face. 

9 hours ago, Caged said:

It turned out that my friend set me up. I guess he knew I would like it.  And he was 100% correct!

We should all have friends this good!!!

I was 7 my first time. My best friend and I crawled into the dogs house (it was really roomy) and traded blow jobs. Loved it but was frustrated because I instinctively knew there was more to it but had no clue about cum. 
     It was 14 years before I got to suck another cock. That was 14 years of agonizing frustration. I was so obsessed with sucking cock. 
     When I moved to Seattle and discovered Basic Plumbing it was like coming home. I spent countless hours with my face pressed to those glory holes. I am surprised I don’t have a permanent oval mark on my forehead. 
     As for me 7 worked just fine but I wish I had been more aggressive finding cock. 

I find many water based lubes are too slick and then very quickly become tacky. Silicone lubes might work for you if used sparingly. Have you tried Vaseline? I find it gives your cock a bit of a grip (so to speak) without becoming slick. 
     If cum as lube doesn’t bother you try saving your loads and using that instead of store bought lubricants. 

24 minutes ago, PendragonSpirit said:

You are a stronger man than I. I'd have been out the door after the diaper reveal. I don't begrudge anyone their kinks, but that's a "nope" from me.

Unfortunately my dick calls the shots all too often and I make some dubious choices. Good fodder for my autobiography I guess. 

It’s a new one for me. I wanted to get fucked by the boss and was about to say so when his son showed up and would not go away. I had to text him! 
     That worked.  Between the son and the house cleaner we could not shag in the house. We met at the new pheasant coop and got busy. Took his load in less than ten minutes and am back to work. 
     Satisfied but now my hole wants more. It’s the poppers. They make me so greedy. 😉