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The rest of the stay was good. I had some friends in town whom I met up with later for cards and beer. Tea Dance was indoors because of the rain. And went to an underwear party that night. Traded loads after the underwear party with a muscle bear I met at the bar. Very hot time with him! Sadly The Ranch is gone. I never stayed there, and only heard afterwards about the open door policy. How was your stay there?

True story from this past summer. I was staying at a guest house in Provincetown in June. I’d stayed in the same guesthouse a few times, and booked a room that had an outside entrance off the deck. Easier than walking through the guesthouse every time. June is pre-season, so there are a lot of guys around, but town isn’t overly busy. My first full day turned out to be pouring rain, and I was feeling disappointed and horny. I chatted with a few guests downstairs while I grabbed some yogurt and juice, then headed to Joe’s Coffee for a breakfast sandwich. All the while I had my apps open and was cruising. A few familiar faces from years past were on, and one older guy I’d chatted with at the guesthouse that morning. He didn’t really hold my attention (out of shape, and didn’t give off a lot of energy), though he quickly sent 3 messages on Scruff after I left. I heard from a few guys in varying states of readiness to play. Most were still “waking up” and wouldn't be available for awhile. I decided to hit the gym for an hour. As I was leaving the gym, it was still raining. One of the guys I’d chatted online said he was ready to meet if I could host. I checked out his pics. Mid40s with an average, lean body, dark hair and nice beard, and an impressive looking cock. I told him where to find me. He told me to have just a jockstrap on when he arrived. About 15 minutes later, I saw him coming up the steps onto the deck. I took a quick hit of poppers to get me going, just as he showed up at my door. He was easily 15 years older than in his pics, his skin weathered and his beard longer and stragglier than I like. I hesitated and was about to say I didn't think it was going to happen when he pulled out his cock. It was an easy 7 inches, swollen with a nice head and thick shaft, and a silver cockring at its base. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. With a hand on back on my head, he fed me his cock. After a couple minutes, he fed me a hit of poppers, and pushed his dick back into my mouth. Now my blood was pumping and I started sucking him voraciously. He leaned over my back, driving his dick all the way into my mouth so I choked, and pushed two wet fingers into my hole. He repositioned himself so he had better access to my ass, turning my head to the side and pushing me down on all fours on the floor. He had me take a long hit of poppers, and began working 3 fingers into my ass. My piggish side was being activated, and I was offering both holes for him to use. He was stretching my ass with his fingers, probing deep and pushing his fingers apart to relax The sphincter. “Get on the bed, on your back, ass hanging off the edge.” I assumed the position, taking a moment to take two long drags of poppers. I held those drags in my lungs, leaned back on the bed and brought my knees to my chest, letting the chems absorb slowly, and exhaled just as he stepped up to my exposed hole. I felt the warmth of his cock pushing against my hole as the rush of the poppers hit me. I felt his hot shaft pushing inside my prepped hole, stretching it wider than his fingers did. I felt that hardness slide all the way inside, and he held it there as we both groaned. He began fucking me with his raw cock, long, deep strokes that had me moaning. His balls slapped my ass and I could hear the bed squeaking with his deep thrusts. I was caught up in the moment, grunting as this stranger pounded my open hole. He grabbed by ankles and pushed my legs wider apart, watching his own cock pierce my ass. He fucked me for awhile, pulling out just a few times to dive back in again and make me groan with the girthy penetration. I fuck’n loved it! “Where do you want this load?” ”In my ass!” He kept pumping away, that thick dick feeling amazing inside me. He thrust a little faster, then harder, and he rolled his head back when his thrusts became really hard, deliberate, and he paused at the end of each thrusts for a moment. He kinda grunted and gasped a few times in these pump-and-hold combinations. I knew I was being bred! He quickly pulled out, and I could feel some of his cum around my hole. He wiped off his cock on a towel, then dressed, said thanks, and walked back out onto the deck in the rain. He didn’t bother asking me if I wanted to cum. I laid on the bed for a few minutes, feeling my really wet hole and coming down from the fuck haze I’d been in. I stroked my dick, but was still super horny and knew I was a long ways from coming on my own. After a few minutes, I threw on a loose pair of shorts, grabbed by phone, and headed down to the common room to see if there were any snacks. I saw a dozen more messages, with 2 new ones on BBRTS (which had been silent all morning). Sure enough, it was the older guy staying in my guesthouse; he’d figured out my profile based on distance and description (I only show my ass in the public profile). He’d unlocked his pics, and sent his room number. I was still feeling poppered up and horny, and he actually had a really hot looking cock. Without thinking much more about it, I walked up the other set of stairs and started looking for his room number. I found it on the third floor, where is was feeling stuffy and hot, despite the rainy weather. His door was actually open, and he was sitting in a chair inside. Seeing me, he started rubbing his crotch. He stood up, pushed a bottle of poppers under my nose, and told me to whiff (he’d obviously read by profile). As my head started to swim again, I just dropped the baggy shorts, got on all fours on his bed, and offered my ass. I heard him fumbling in a drawer, and then the pumping sound of a lube bottle. Shortly thereafter, his fingers probed my hole, seemingly to find the target, and then he slid inside. It was a rough fuck — the type you get when someone finally gets the piece of ass he’s been wanting. I felt like a total pig, and he was reaping the benefits of it. He pounded away at my hole, and I started getting verbal to egg him on. Finally I told him, “I want your load in my ass.” He bred me pretty quickly after that. I could hear him panting heavy, and I was reminded how out of shape this guy was. He was holding onto my hips as he plugged away until he unloaded. I didn’t stick around, but pulled on my shorts, thanked him, and walked back across the guest house in just my shorts. My ass was totally wet, and I was feeling both piggish and kinda hot walking by a few other guests after having been bred by both guys. If you’ve enjoyed reading about my rainy day breedings, let me know by clicking on the blue heart, leave me an upgrade, and I’ll know to keep pigging out and posting for you.

Since amyl nitrate is difficult to obtain b/c it’s been illegal in many countries, new and various concoctions are being sold as “poppers,” There is no standard of chemical composition, and what some companies label as poppers are not. You may be using a brand with a very different chemical makeup than traditional poppers.

I’ve heRd some friends refer to this as “poppers nose,” remember that you an inhaling caustic fumes; over time the destroy cilia and can irritate mucus membranes. I’ve occasionally had irritation in the back of my throat after a heavy night of huffing poppers. Basically, it is a low grade chemical burn. You need to let your skin completely heal before using poppers again. You need to keep the skin moisturized so it heals. I apply aloe to keep the skin moisturized.

Thanks for the earlier tips, bud. They paid off last night. Pre-lubing definitely seemed to send a message to potential tops. And one the cocks started coming one after another, I was like, “Fuck this is hot!”

Tonight was a first for me on several levels. I went to the Bear Party in Manhattan for the first time. After stripping down, I walked back to the play space with poppers and lube in hand. A few guys on BZ had posted there was no bb at Bear Party, so I decided to see what I could manage. The play spaces were — dimly lit with dark velvet curtains dividing spaces, and pleather furniture — couches and ottomans. Very heady space ideal for random anon play. I lubed my hole and did a loop, taking in the men, letting them get a Site if me, and surveying the rooms. I connected eyes with a very sexy Latino bear. We found one another in the middle, draped room, and made out. Once I bent over to start blowing him, all the magic started.... i let myyself slip into the sensory experience. The sound of poppers being inhaled from small bottles in the twilight, with hints of that sharp aroma in the air. Fingers explored the crack of my ass, playfully spreading my hole open. One cock, then another found their way into my mouth. One was thick and curved, while another was shorter and pointed. A third was smooth to the touch with an enlarged head. I poppered up, turned around, and rubbed my ass against the Latino bear’s cock. I tilted my head back to make out with him while his cock slid along my ass. I thought he’d pill out and find a rubber. But no. I felt hi. Position his hardon to penetrate my ass raw. That sexy bear fucked me bent over, his dick gliding in and out so smoothly. I repositioned over an ottoman so I wouldn’t fall over. I could vaguely see an audience gathered around, and a handsome muscle guy was egging us on to fuck. I could tell I was the only one getting fucked in the place. ”I’m gonna cum,” he told me. I actually hesitated to take his load, and started to pull off his cock. I was going to ha e him shoot across my ass cheeks. But he grabbed my waist and pulled me back into his cock. He pounded me in front of everyone, and finally shot his load in my hole. He pounded me a couple quick thrusts before pulling out. We kissed a couple minutes, me feeling his chest, before another cock pressed against my hole. i spent the evening bent over furniture, my ass spread wide for any hardon. One ... two .... three .... four .... one guy would breed my hole, step back without a word, and another would slide in. No one spoke. No one asked about condoms. And no one other than that firsthotbear warned me he was cumming. I switched positions a few times, and felt the cum running down my balls and legs. I’d read a few stories here on BZ about it, but I kept thinking I finally knew what it feels like to be a total cumdump. A couple of the older, overweight men had worked their way into the line. I left my ass up for them — I never saw anyone else bottoming, let alone taking it raw. I finally walked away having shot my load while being fucked by a big uncut dick. I was dripping sweat, lube, and cum. I felt like a sloppy pig. Now I want it again.

What is a good lube to use to stay ready for cumdumping? I ususally use astroglide (convenient to obtain and comes in small bottles), but it dries quickly. Should I be pre-lubed, or lube as I go?

Taking a business trip to San Fran — first time in the city! Unfortunately it is a Sunday - Thursday trip, so I’ll miss the usual weekend action. What can people tell me about Eros and 442 Parties? Are they bareback? And how’s the scene Sunday - Thursday? also, any bars with a hot back room? Thanks, fellas!

Hey guys. Going to NYC this weekend and want to check out Friday’s Bear Party. I have never been — found it discussed here. What I’ve read thus far is more about the Sunday parties at Paddles — unfortunately I cannot go Sunday. How are Friday evenings?

PART 2 i was taking hits of poppers, letting myself get lost in the darkness of the room and the hot ass play. Then I left the warm skin against my hole, and knew his cock was fifnally coming into play. He pushed up inside, and I reached back to see if there was a rubber. NONE! AWESOME! He waltzed in long and slow, and I couldn’t help but moan as the wider base of his cock stretched me open. He never said anything, but just started using my ass to fuck long and deep. I was still just bent over the ottoman, and he never asked me anything. He picked up his rhythm, grabbing my thick shoulders and using the, to leverage his thrusts. He plowed me for a few minutes, and Imjust grunted and moaned through it all. It was a hot fuck!! Then he grunted, and grunted again, pushing his cock as deep as he could as bred my ass. After a minute or two of pa ting, he pulled out, got up, and used the couch towel to clean off. Didn’t ask me about cumming myself or how the fuck was. I took the signal, wiped my ass with the towel in front of me, and started getting dressed. Still not much said other than, “thanks” as I was shown the door. I had to sit in my car on the street for about 15 minutes to clear my head from the poppers and fuck. It was intense! I drove home with a cummy and stretched hole. Gotta say, being used like that was totally hot!

Driving home late night to avoid the traffic after a holiday visit, I had a few hours left in the car. Got pinged on Scruff by someone with cock shots (NICE dick!) but no clear face pics, and listing himself as a Top. I noted he listed Connecticut and Fort Lauderdale as homes, so I suspected he was retired. Still, I was horny, there wasn’t much action online, and his place was only 10 minutes from the highway. After just a few exchanges, I decided to take the chance. The house was fairly dark inside when I arrived, though he had a driveway light on. He could check me out, but I would t have that advantage. I was wearing gym shorts and a sweatshirt for a comfortable drive. He had the door open and greeted me naked with a raging hardon. There were only two candles in the room; he was silhouetted, but I could tell I was older and not someone I’d connect with if I was being selective. I focused on his cock, dropping to my knees and starting to suck. I took a short hit on my poppers, just to get myself going. Rather than a Russ, it was more of a warmth spreading slowly through me. I pulled my cock out and started stroking while I went to town on him. His cock was about 7” and conic, tapered at the head for penetration, but then it got REALLY girthy. Since I was stone sober and had been sitting a long while, I wasn’t sure my hole would stretch head that much. He was thrusting a bit, then reached down and started feeling my ass. I slipped my shorts down a bit and he went right to fingering the edge of my hole. “Let’s go into the living room,” he said. I followed him to the adjacent room. He had a few towels laid out — on a section of the couch, an ottoman, and the floor. I saw a few dildos, lube, two cans, and some rubbers. I was disappointed by the rubbers — we hadn’t discussed bb. I started stripping, and he kept his hand fixed to my hole, probing the edges. He had me get on my knees and bent me over the ottoman. I took a long hit of poppers, and he inserted the first dildo without any word. He quickly demonstrated that he not only was u to dildo play, but also very good at it. I don’t do it often at all, so this was pretty novel. And HOT. He stroked in and out, stretching my hole as he worked at subtle angles, and switched between the three doldos. One of them had a series of balls, and felt SO FUCKING GOOD as he slowly worked them in and out a few times. I just let myself enjoy it, and was moaning as he enjoyed my ass.

I plan to hit Manifest when I’m in Atlanta. Hoping I won’t have to wait that long, though, for first multi-load cumdump experience

I’ve been on PrEP for 18 months without any issues. What you describe doesn’t sound like any side effects I’ve read about. The higher risks are liver function related. I suggest speaking with your prescriber before going off the Truvada since you need to maintain a therapeutic level, especially since you want to keep taking loads. You may well have a completely unrelated condition causing the tingling / numbness.

I’ve been expanding my sexual horizons and unleashing my inner piggy more lately. A lot of that is the result of this website. Things that used to seems repulsive are now sexually intriguing. Along those lines, I am feeling ready to try being an anon cumdump for multiple tops. If you e read some of my posts, you know I’ve taken anon loads. But now I want multiple anon cocks Breeding my arse. When it happens, I wanna be in a jockstrap or naked, and go No Loads Refused,. I wanna feel cum running down my balls and thighs, and wonder who it was. I’m thinking this is easier when I am traveling. i am traveling to New York in December 1-3, Washington DC in January 10-14, Fort Lauderdale and the RSVP Caribbean cruise in February 10-18, and Atlanta in March 14-18. Any advice, suggestions or thoughts?

I am all about the fuck. The load is a total bonus, and more about the psychological impact of bring bred. I love a long fuck, having my hole stretched and pounded in different positions.

This is an interesting question. In the past, I definitely would have said “no” for the same reasons discussed earlier in the thread. But my interest in cleaning his cock after he fucks me has strsadily been on the rise. At this point, i’m Sure it will happen in the near future. I’ve been letting my piggy self out more recently, and been having an awesome time of it.

BiHairy, we have to meet up~!~

My partner Shane and I were invited to a dinner party this weekend along with another couple. The hosts were a bear couple, one 58 and the other 62, whom Shane had met through a local gay men’s spirituality group. Our hosts were outgoing, entertaining, and gracious. The 62 year old was 6’3” with short white hair and a trim beard. He wore the bear weight well, appearing stocky rather than overweight, with a thick chest; I could see the silver-white fur sticking out through his open during dinner. He had a big grin throughout dinner and regaled us with stories of travel and hot men. After dinner we hung in the living room by the fireplace for a bit, sharing another couple bottles of wine. Our hosts asked if anyone was interested in the hot tub. Stripping down, I checked out the bear hosts. The other couple have been friends of ours for awhile, and I’ve been naked with them plenty. The shorter bear appeared to be a grower, not a show-er. But his husbear was endowed! Soft it hung about 6 inches and had a beautiful thick head. As I suspected, he had a furry chest, and his body was cut thick, with the extra pounds distributed evenly. In the tub I could feel a variety of hands reaching out while the conversation remained light and unrelated to the playfulness under the water. Sex slowly entered the conversation, with the bears nonchalantly talking about their playroom in the converted attic space. The older bear described being all top, and talked about his fascination for assplay. Meanwhile the younger one talked about some of their travel and the sex clubs they’ve checked out in other cities. At one point the older bear propped himself up on the edge of the tub to cool off. He was sporting an impressive hardon — about 8 inches, girthy with a slight upward arc. It was a smooth shaft, uncut, with the head now about the same diameter as the shaft. You’d feel that tool fucking you! The older bear was taking a liking to Shane. They were side-by-side in the tub until Shane slid in front of the bear to have his shoulders massaged. The tub grew oddly quiet, the sexual energy starting to wane. The other couple said they were tired and were going to head out. The younger, shorter bear offered to see them out. I jumped out to pee, and then chatted with our departing friends a moment before they left. The younger bear poured me another glass of wine before excusing himself saying he was light headed after the tub, and was going to go up to his office for a bit. I thought it odd, but whatever. I wandered back to the tub to find it empty. Now I was intrigued and tingling a bit at the prospect of how the playtime was unfolding. I wandered back into the house — its a large house for New England, with a basement, two floors, and the attic. I wandered around the main floor and didn’t see anyone. Then I headed upstairs. The bedrooms seemed quiet, and I started to wonder if I’d find Shane and the older bear. I was thinking that maybe they were in the basement or had played outside (brrrr!), but then noticed a triangle of soft light on one wall of a bedroom. There was a folding staircase blocking the doorway, obscuring the light coming down from above. I slowly started creeping up the stairs to the attic. I could hear soft moaning a whispered words, but couldn’t make them out. My head popped up above the level of the attic floor, and I could see the converted attic bathed in warm, pale light. Shane’s tall, lean swimmer’s body was stretched out in a sling in middle of the room. His wrists were locked in leather cuffs above his head, and his legs were suspended in leather stirrups. The bear’s face was planted in Shane’s spread ass. I watched for about 10 minutes as the bear ate Shane’s ass, then used his fingers to begin opening up his hole. Eventually he stood up and went over to a set of drawers, and pulled out a long, narrow dildo. He stood by Shane’s head and made him take two long hits off a bottle of poppers. He then stepped back to Shane’s spread ass, rubbed gun oil on the dildo, and worked some into Shane’s hole, before sliding the dildo inside my partner’s waiting ass. I heard the rev of a small motor, and realized the dildo was a vibrator. Shane moaned louder and arched his head back, letting the vibrator slide deeper inside. The bear worked the vibrator in and out playfully, teasing Shane’s hole open, all the while stroking his own big dick. Finally, the pulled the vibrator out, leaning forward, and told Shane to popper up again, holding the bottle under his nose. Then the bear pointed his own dick at Shane’s hole and slid in bare. Shane grunted, almost primally, as the real fuck began. That big bear towered over Shane in the sling, grabbing the short hairs on Shane’s chest, and using his hardon to pull Shane into him. The sling’s chains creaked and rattled as it swang back and forth. Shane was moaning loudly now, lost in the power fuck he was taking. The sling was doing most of the work, carrying Shane’s ass away, and then swinging back again to impale him on that big bear cock. ”You like your piggy hole fucked, don’t you, piggy?” ”Oh FUCK YES!” ”I can do whatever I want with that piggy hole, can’t I?” ”Yes,” Shane said, his voice a bit quieter and actually sounding a bit apprehensive. With that, the bear picked up the dildo again. He stopped fucking Shane, letting the sling stop its momentum. His movements became rather deliberate, and he was positioning the vibrator underneath his own cock. It was a slow, quiet process. I could hear the vibrator motor. Shane gasped everyone so often as the bear worked both the vibrator and his own cock inside. If I could have gotten any harder, I would have!! Shane had only been DP’d once before, on a business trip that I wasn’t around for. Now, he was taken his second DP at the hands of this bear. “That’s a good piggy. Open up. Earn your load.” Shane’s body was tense, and he let out short gasps instead of moans. After a few minutes, the bear let out a deep, primal growl. “FUUUUUCK, piggy! That is one HOOOOOT hole!” He began fucking slowly, holding the vibrator in Shane’s hole while he began slowly pumping his own cock in again. Shane was whimpering as the bear double-fucked him, his hole stretched like it never has been. It never became the power fuck he was taking early, but instead a slow and steady rhythm that opened him wide. Without a word, the bear pulled out the vibrator, set it aside, and took a long hit of poppers for himself. “It’s time, piggy.” He began fucking him again, long, deep power strokes that made Shane grunt with each thrust. Strapped into the sling, Shane could do nothing but take it. The bear was moving with determination, and I could see he was fucking to cum. He let out a long roar as he made a series of deliberate thrusts, unloading into Shane’s spread ass. He pushed his cock and load in deep, leaving both in there for a few moments. I was about to slip back down the stairs when he pulled out, but heard him say, “Clean my daddy cock off, piggy.” He stepped around the sling and fed his cock into Shane’s open mouth, forcing him to lick and suck it clean. At that moment I blew my load all over the stairs and wall below me. I went back to the living room and stretched out by the fire. It was another half hour before the bear brought Shane back downstairs, guiding him gently by his shoulders into the room. He was ridden hard, and was unsteady on his feet after the experience.

I want a bottom that makes noise when I fuck him. Grunts and groans are hot. When I meet a bottom who just lays there and takes it without making a single sound, I start to wonder what he’s getting out of it. If the answer’s “nothing” then why am I bothering? Good sex requires a reciprocal relationship and both parties feeling like the other is into them and getting from the experience.

Thanks!!

I was traveling for work and found myself staying in a large hotel / conference center. Logging into Growlr, I ended up connecting with a bearish couple who were staying in the same hotel. Their pics were okay, a bit fuzzy (always a cause for concern), but they were conversing openly so I wasn’t too put off. Their cock pics were impressive, though, and I kept looking back at those as we chatted. Convenience was a bonus in their favor, so I agreed to swing by their room. I put on a jock strap, shorts, T, and flip flops; then slipped poppers in my pocket and headed down to their floor. They let me into their room — pretty standard hotel issue with a king size bed. The lighting was purposefully low. As expected, they were older than their profile pics — probably late 50s / early 60s — with more pounds than described, and both wearing black t-shirts. However, they played their cards well — the one who was waiting inside the room was standing there with a huge hard on. His cock was thick and long, and I was immediately captivated. There wasn’t much talking. The one who greeted me came up behind me, and four hands started rubbing my chest, back, and arms. A few happy grunts were all the noise we were making. I heard the guy who had opened the door slip-off his shorts. Our encounter picked up steam quickly. The bears pulled off my T and shorts, leaving my standing there in a jock strap. I put my hands behind my head so they could openly explore. Four hands worked across my head, chest, arms, and back. Then I felt one cup my balls, and another gently run up and down between my ass. There was a hand on my back pushing me toward the bed. “Get on all fours.” I jumped up on the bed, my feet hanging off the end. “Inhale.” I felt the cold glass under my nose, his hand pressing against the side of my nose while I took a hit of poppers. I inhaled without exhaling, holding it inside for a moment. As my heart rated started to pound, I slowly exhaled, letting the warmth start to wash over my body. “Take another hit.” As I inhaled and held the second hit, I could feel his partner tonguing my hole. I exhaled and moaned at the same time, that warm feeling spreading across my body, and my ass becoming very hungry. The girthy, long cock pressed against my lips, and I opened my mouth to engulf it. Riding the poppers rush, I slurped on that big cock on my mouth, while pushing my ass back on the others’ tongue and probing fingers. I didn’t have to wait long to feel lube being spread on my hole, and fingers begin to work it inside. “What do you want?” I let the big cock drop from my mouth, “I want your cock in my ass.” Our online chat never discussed condoms or bareback, so I wasn’t certain what I was about to get. I felt the hot, slippery head of his bare dick pressing against my hole, pushing it open. I groaned as the dick I hadn’t ever really seen pushed inside me. The poppers appeared below my nose again, and I took a long hit. I was swimming in the popper haze and dim lighting, focusing on the feeling of that cock in my ass. Once the fucking started, it didn’t stop. My chest was pushed into the comforter, the warm feeling of the comforter contrasting to the exposed feeling of my ass up in the air. He fucked me with a variety of strokes, loosening up my ass as he occasionally moved from side to side. There was no talking — just the sound of his body slapping against my ass, and the quick grunts his thrusts drove out of me. I lost track of time, but suddenly I felt his cock slip out. Against the poppers were under my nose, and a hand was pressing one nostril closed. I took two long hits, letting the feeling wash over me again, my heart pounding. I wanted to be used. Then the cock I’d seen when I came into the room, and had time to suck down, slid into my awaiting hole. I pushed myself up on my arms, arching my back. It was a BIG cock! I panted a little, trying to adjust to the size, but he just started fucking my ass. The other guy, meanwhile, pushed his cock into my mouth. I didn’t know if he had washed, but I wasn’t given a choice. The two bears had me spit roasted, plowing me at either end. I grunted and choked a little, but they didn’t stop. The guy in front of me grunted, his hand on the back of my head forcing me to take his cock deep. I felt the thick load filling my mouth, tasting the tangy-salty mix. Fuck that was hot! The bear behind me pulled out while his partner fell back on the bed breathing heavily. He grabbed my ankles and rolled me onto my back, driving my legs apart to expose my wet ass. He pushed back inside me and started fucking again. This time his strokes were long and deep, and I felt his balls slap my ass. I couldn’t moan or grunt any longer — the best I could manage were gasps as he plunged inside. My hole was stretched around his cock, and I slipped into total submission. This guy could do whatever he wanted at this point. ”Breed him,” his partner said from behind me. The topping bear growled, fucking my hole a bit harder and faster, growling every so often, his eyes locked with mine. “You want this load, don’t you, boy?” ”Yes.” ”Tell me what you want, boy.” ”Breed me, Sir.” Nothing more was said after that. The bear changed his tempo, now pounding me furiously, clearly focused on his own satisfaction. His partner grabbed my wrists and held my arms wide so I couldn’t stroke my own cock. I was reaching my limit for taking a pounding, but also realized I didn’t have any choice left. Without warning, the bear growled once, then again, and finally unleashed in my ass. He made a couple final, desperate thrusts to bury his load deep before pulling out. After catching his breath, the two bears made me get back on all fours so they could take a few pics of his load in my cummy ass.

I've been traveling for work since last Wednesday -- a string of boring cities and no one to talk with. I did manage a couple hotel hookups on Scruff, but both were lame and anticlimactic (literally). I've had dinner alone for 5 nights, and was just looking for someone to share a few beers, chat it up, and maybe go back to my hotel room for some playtime. But I really wanted some conversation. My trip was extended to included New Orleans at the last minute, so I flew from Artizona to NOLA the other night. I've been to NOLA once before, about 6 years ago for work with some colleagues, but hadn't explored all the gay spots. So, I pulled out my phone and started checking out places to go. I hoped on Scruff (knowing I wouldn't find anyone for dinner on BBRTS), but it was a slow night. So, I finally ate alone, hung at the hotel for bit, then got read to hit Bourbon Street and the gay bars. It's still warm here, so I threw on shorts, a tank top, and flip flops to head out. I popped into two bars across the street from one another that looked promising -- Oz and Bourbon St. Pub. I liked the pub better and settled at the bar with a cosmo. I gotta say, the bartender was generous. I chatted up a couple people at the bar, buit they came and went fast. The bartender was engaging, and I thought he was a possibility for later. But I also don't like waiting around for hours for a bartender to finish his shift. I had a second cosmo, and the circumstances didn't improve much. Scruff and Growlr were sporadic, and had way too many, "Hey!" Then never said anything more. I was scanning gaycities to see what other options existed. Phoenix Bar was intriguing, but I didn't want to walk that far. Rawhide was only a block or two away. I knew the reputation, but it wasn't really what I wanted tonight. Honestly, I was feeling pissed. My first night in years in NOLA, where you supposedly can get laid just walking down the street, and there were few people around, and no action. No one in the bar really excited me, and I decided to leave when my cocktail was finished. I headed over to a neighborhood bar (Good Fellas? Something like that) and had another cosmo. STill nothing but small talk, and the bar was mainly empty on both floor. The cosmos were feeling good, and I was feeling a bit resentful toward the pairs and threesomes of guys talking here and there. I decided to leave. I kinda knew where I was gonna go, though part of me really didn't want to. But I walked the couple blocks to Rawhide and went in. What a seedy place! I mean, it smells like an ABS but has a bar in it. I thought about leaving, but was still intrigued by the legend and had to check it out. I got a vodka and cranberry, and started to wander around. At this point I knew I was kinda drunk, and really just wanted to leave, but was still enthralled to see if it lived up to its reputation. There were only 4 or 5 guys hanging in the back, near a chain link fence in middle of the room (I still don't know what that's about!), but no one really caught my attention. I was easily 10 years younger than any of them, and probably 20 years younger. I stood along the back, leaning against the counter, resoluate to leave. One guy to my right was standing along the wall and seemed to be stroking his cock slowly. I couldn't see the size in the dim lighting. There was a much older guy, I would guess late 60s, skinny and not attractive, staring at me from the other side. I ignored him and moved away to my right. Finally, a guy stepped out from a side area -- the bathrooms, I learned later, and walked over near me. We checked out each other, giving tugs at the front of our shorts. He pulled out his cock and started stroking, so I did the same. He didn't wait long before stepping closer, letting our cocks bump, and stroking together. After a minute, his hand touched the back of my head, and guided me down to his cock. It was a nice cock! So I started sucking him. Then I felt a hand slide into the back of my shorts. I realized it was the older guy, and I pushed his hand away, concentrating on the cock in my mouth. Now I felt another hand on my ass, this one firmer and bigger. I saw the guy I was sucking leaning to his left to get a better hold of my ass. I let my shorts slide to the floor. There was some awkward movement for a moment, and I realized he was pulling something out of his pocket. There was a plastic snap, and I felt a drizzle of lube run down the crack of my ass. His fingers quickly began probing my hole, working the lube inside. Again he moved kinda awkwardly, his fingers disappearing from my hole, and then a bottle of poppers appeared under my nose. I took a deep hit, then a second, holding my breath momentarily to catch the full rush. He pushed against my back to bend me forward, and I positioned myself against the built in seating along the back wall, while his cock started to probe my hole. fuck it felt good! He had long deep strokes, and I just groaned as he took me from behind. All I could see was the gritty ledge in front of me. He pounded my hold like that for minutes, keeping a steady pace, and then pulled out. I don't think he came -- there weren't any of the tell-tale actions or sounds. He just stepped back. Before I could turn around and reassess what was going on, another cock slid into my hole. This guy didn't waste any time, or give me a change to say no. He just started fucking hard. I stepped out of my shorts and flip flops, spreading my stance to take his cock better. I pulled off my tank top over my head. I was feeling used, and just wanted to be naked. I had another hit of poppers (no idea from whom), and again the guy stepped away from my ass. I quick turned around, picked up my shorts, then leaned back on the ledge and pulled my legs up. The guy I'd seen stroking when I came in stepped up and starting pushing inside. He had a mushroom head and I yelped when it stretched my hole. He didn't care. He started plugging away at my ass. I was totally caught up in it -- laying naked in the back of a bar, getting fucked bare. I was rock hard. "Yeah! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!" The guy pounded me. I was thinking he'd come soon, but he had stamina. I grunted through a few more strokes, then noticed the old guy standing close to my left. His cock was out and he put it in my hand. It was BIG! Really BIG!! It had to be 9 inches ( a real 9, not the faux 9 some guys claim online), and had some girth to it. It was intimidating and enthralling at the same time. I was lost in cock lust, and he knew it. The guy fucking me stepped back, and the old guy stepped up to the plate. His slid inside. I grunted, thinking I couldn't take it all. He held my ankles, spread my legs wider, and started fucking my raw ass with long, deep strokes. I just moaned, leaning back and feeling like a total whore in the scene. I wouldn't give this guy the time of day, but now he was using my ass for his pleasure. That was HOT~~~ All of a sudden he started grunting, three quick sounds that matched three sharp thrusts into my ass. The fucker had just bred me without a word. And now he was just stepping back and walking away. Not even a tap on my ass to thank me. I was winded and lighted headed, learning forward and trying to catch myself to get upright. A few guys were standing around watching the show. I wasn't sure if I wanted to hang out and get fucked again, or leave. I waited a moment to reoriented myself. The guy with the mushroom head stepped up again and pushed his cock against my hole. I submitted immediately, and he fucked me standing up. This time he was fucking with more urgency. "Take my load!" And then I felt him spasm. He pushed deep inside and held it there, "My load is buried deep." Then he pulled out, tapped my ass, and walked toward the bathrooms. I put on my shorts and flip flops, carrying my tank top as I walked out of the bar. I felt like a total whore as I walked back to my hotel, feeling the stickiness across my ass. Fucked raw by four random guys, two of whom bred me. My head was spinning, even after I got back to the hotel and jerked off thinking about it all.

My partner, Shane, and I did a long weekend in Palm Springs last weekend with some friends. One day we grabbed day passes to All Worlds, which we hadn't been to before. Seemed to draw a regular weekend crowd from LA, since many of the guys we chatted with in the pools were from the LA area. Shane is 5'11" has a swimmer's build with a smooth ass and furry pecs; he has green eyes and black hair and easily maintains a tan (total opposite of my ginger self); he's always eye candy at these places. When we first met, he wasn't it anal at all -- neither as a top or bottom. In fact, he'd never bottomed. It has been 9 years, and we've gradually introduced him to the intense pleasures of anal sex. He now identifies as a vers/bttm, and has slowly begun exploring his sluttier side, though he's not usually into random play, bath houses, or ABS (again, quite the opposite from my self). We hung by the pool, meeting a slew of new guys, chatting it up. I wasn't worried about working the crowd for sex -- I was confident I'd get some at some point in the day. I could see some chemistry developing between Shane and another couple. They were a tall muscle bear, Joe, and his husband who was shorter and leaner with a shaved head and mustache. They were there with a group of friends, including an adorable otter in his late 20s who easily could be in Game of Thrones. Really nice guys. We were told it was BYOB, so I strategically left him in the pool while my buddy and I went to get some bottles of wine to bring back. When I returned, I could see the chemistry was definitely there, the tall muscle bear now with an arm around Shane's waist. I opened the wine, poured a couple glasses, and wandered to check out the rest of the resort. I have a strong voyearuistic side to me, and had read AW is cool with open door play, plus there's a play room. I found the playroom and checked it out. Relatively quiet, except for a small group sucking cocks in a corner near some sorta plywood maze / gloryholes (though these were HUGE gloryholes). I pulled my dick out of my swimsuit and let a couple guys work on it for about 10 minutes. I was a long way from coming, and wanted to see what else was happening. I peeked out at the pool and saw Joe and Shane making out in the pool. I did a loop and saw guys were starting to break away for some playtime. Several rooms were open and you could see 2-3 guys naked and sucking cock. I watched a couple of the LA guys I'd been chatting with head into a room opposite the main pool, and leave their door open. The muscle bear's husband was with them, as well as the GoT otter. I chatted them up briefly, catching the sexual vibe growing in their room, then continued my loop. There was some activity around two rooms at the rear of the main pool area. Outside the pool, I saw my partner standing naked with the muscle bear, making out, Joe's hands firmly gripping Shane's ass. I instantly got hard. I walked back to the locker where I'd stored my stuff earlier; I refilled my wine cup and grabbed my little "to go" bag with lube and poppers in it. I peeked back into the main pool area. My partner and my friends were all gone. I wandered back to the open doors in the rear of the pool area. A few guys had started fucking in each of the two adjacent rooms. One guy I'd chatted with earlier was fucking a blonde I'd seen laying out, but not speaking to anyone. I JO'd for a few minutes, then wandered again. I love to be a voyeur, but there's no one I love watching more than Shane playing with someone else. I stopped at the LA boys' open door. Two guys were leaving, but there were still 7 naked bodies inside. The GoT otter was on his knees alternating between two cocks. I stepped inside and slipped off my swimsuit. On the bed, I could see my partner, on his back, his legs being held high and spread by someone kneeling behind his head -- I didn't recognize the guy, and wandered if he had recently shown up on a day pass. Meanwhile, Joe, the muscle bear, was eating my partner's ass. A bottle of poppers was being passed around, so I took mine out and offered to share -- groups always appreciate another bottle of poppers being passed around. I added my dick to those the GoT was already sucking, and let myself enjoy his amazing hot mouth. Eventually I looked over and saw Joe standing at the edge of the bed, Shane's legs spread in front of him, slapping his cock against Shane's exposed hole. Joe's cock was impressively long and girthy, and I honestly doubted Shane would be able to take it. As if reading my mind, Joe stepped aside and crawled onto the bed alongside Shane, while the stranger nodded to the stranger quickly moved into position at Shane's ass. Joe pressed a bottle of poppers under Shane's nose, "Take a long, deep hit," he growled. I positioned myself for a good view of the bed, and could see Shane's face go lax as the poppers took hold of him. "Now take that cock," Joe said. Shane obeyed. I heard him groan as the anon cock slid inside him, totally raw. Joe leaned down and kissed Shane, driving his tongue deep, while the stranger started a rhythmic fuck. I turned my attention back to the GoT otter, his cute furry face buried in someone's groin as he deep-throated a cock. I bent down and ran my hand along his fuzzy ass, letting my fingers graze his hole. He ground his ass on my fingers. I licked my fingers to naturally lube them, and started to probe his hole. I fucking love an otter hole! And this one was nice and tight. I played with GoT's ass for awhile, letting my fingers probe and loosen him up. My cock was rock hard. I heard Shane groan louded, and turned to see Joe had taken up a position at his ass. He held both Shane's ankles in one hand, and used the other to guide his cock into the waiting hole. The stranger was standing off to the side, and pressed poppers under Shane's nose again. As he fell under the popper's spell, Joe steadily pushed inside. "Fuck yeah!" Shane grunted. There was suddenly a lot of movement in front of me. I turned around and the GoT otter was leaning in to kiss me. We made out for a few minutes, totally lost in the exchange. Then he whispered, "fuck me." I spun him around and positioned him on all fours on the bed, so I could see his hot ass in front of me, and Joe pounding into my partner to my left. Shane is often loud and sometimes verbal when he's getting fucked. But Joe's cock was so powerful that all Shane could do was grunt, with an occasional whimper, and a long groan when Joe varied him rhythm to go long and deep. Joe was silent, but in total control of Shane's ass. I loved it!! And I was rock hard watching this. Poor otter boy ended up getting penetrated faster than I normally would have, and I hurt him grunt with the suddenness of my entry. Fortunately I'd loosened his ass with my fingers, otherwise I may have wrecked his hole before we even got started. I went to town on that hot, furry hot!! Otter boy and Shane exchanged a couple quick kisses, but both were getting pounded and couldn't hold their focus on another person. I climbed up on the bed, and started dipping my cock down into GoT's hole, pressing on his sphincter in a new way. He gasped, "OMG fuck me! That's amazing!" I was starting to get close. As if he read my mind, he said, "I want your load." Well fuck, that did it for me! I put one foot on the floor, and the other on the bed alongside him, grabbed his waist, and started fucking for the gold. I unleashed my load, trying to keep pushing into him, but caught in that crazy rush of electricity that jolts through my body when I come like that. I stepped back, slapping that hard ass, and laughed a bit as the energy kept rushing through me. Then Joe roared. That's the only way to describe it. He roared! And with a few prolonged thrusts, he buried his load in Shane's hungry ass. Shane had never been bred by another other than myself before, and I was totally turned on seeing this muscle bear breed my partner's ass. The room was quiet for a bit after that as Joe and I recovered from the shockwaves of cumming, and Shane and otter boy both flopped on the bed relishing the breedings they'd both taken. Ironically, neither came. Joe and I offered to finish them, but both declined. As it turned out, both were still cock hungry and would be offering their holes for use in the darkroom -- but I'll save that story for my next post.

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