SFCumdog

Fuck, that was hot. He sounds like quite the stud. It's always hot when you think they are coming to top you and then they are equally as hot to get fucked. I've had a number of guys like this though too, out the door they go and then you never hear from them again, even though you know they had a great time. Funny thing is that a number of those eventually come bouncing back at some point in time, only to disappear all over yet again. And then it happens again... and again, often years apart. I call it the five year rule. Every five years they turn up and the sex is just as hot all over again, and then they disappear for another five years.

On contact, a loud moan escaped his chest. I knew I must be doing something right, so then I did even more. My thick tongue speared through the ring of his ass like a cock trying to fuck a virgin hole. I began tonguing him out for all I was worth… on a popper high, and on a mission. I love eating ass and find it still the best way to truly prep a hole for invasion, and he tasted great. So, I kept blowing spit into his hungry hole to get it wet as it continued to just keep opening up further and further for me. The moans of approval kept increasing in volume as I worked that hole. At one point he had his hand on the back of my head trying to push my face in even further as he ground his ass back against my tongue. Fifteen minutes passed when I knew I had my tongue in his ass as far as I could physically get it. The time was now right. I reached up and handed him the poppers and told him to take some good huffs of them. I quickly rose up behind him while he was huffing away, spit on my cock, and lined it up to his previously unavailable hole. Just as he was screwing the poppers cap back on, I pushed forward. The fifteen minutes of making mad love to his juicy boyhole had paid off, as my raw cockhead breached his ring and begin to slide on into his hole. Remembering past history, I took no chances. I plowed forward as fast and as steady as I possibly could, while pushing his ass along with the rest of his body tight up against the bookstore wall. This way he was pinned between me, and it, and had nowhere he could pull of it to. There was in his body what felt like a moment’s hesitation, but then I felt again that slackness of submission… that feeling when a boy just gives in and takes what he knows is coming. And as soon as I felt that I seized my opportunity and pushed all the rest of the way home. It may have taken awhile, but damn, did his kunt finally feel good. It fit my cock like a glove. And when I finally bottomed out in his hole, I gave an extra shove just for good measure so that he knew I was hilted fully in place. My sword was in his scabbard. The sound of the last wind getting knocked out of his lungs was my signal to let loose. I told him to take some more poppers and then to give the bottle to me. I took some heavy hits too, and while we were both feeling that popper rush, I laid into his ass and gave him the fucking that I had always wanted to give him. I pistoned in and out of his ass like a porn star. And he had one of those self-lubricating holes. The harder I fucked him, the wetter it got, which I love. To say that I brutalized that hole was an understatement. I plowed him to within an inch of his life, all the while pulling his head back by his thick hair and kissing him. I even bit his neck while I fucked him and gave him a hicky at a place that would be very obvious afterwards. And he just submissively left me do it like the obedient little bottom that I had already known that he was. Our coupling probably went on for a good twenty minutes. By this time, everyone in the place knew exactly what we were doing. I didn’t really care how loud I was getting. I WANTED everyone standing out side those booths to know EXACTLY what was going on inside… partly so they would wish it was them in there with me, but mostly because when we were done, I wanted them to know that that bottom bitch had been fucked royally. That was his cost for never having given me what he knew I so badly wanted. As I started to feel the cumload building up in my overstuffed nuts, he still had not shown the slightest glimmer of recognition as to who this was that was plowing his ass. So I decided to put my end-game strategy in play. I started asking him if he liked how my cock felt in his hole. And when he didn’t answer fast enough, or appropriately, I’d slap his milky white ass till I got the correct response, provided loudly enough. Everyone outside could hear what he was saying. In the pale light of that video booth the bright red handprints on his ass almost glowed and I got off on how it looked. Eventually he began to respond correctly, and loudly. So I asked him if he liked my fat cock. I asked him if it felt good plowing in and outta his kunt. I asked him if he liked getting Daddy fucked in dirty bookstore booths. All of which he answered yes to. Finally, I asked him if he liked raw cock barebacking his hole. I had to smack his ass hard to get him to answer that question, but when he did, he grunted out a loud YES. And that sent me over the edge. I grabbed hold of his hips, and started my final pile drive into his slutty ass, while he grabbed his cock and started stroking it for all he was worth. He knew I was close and he wanted to cum with me. Just as I felt my balls about ready to jettison my pent up load up and out outta my cock and into his hungry hole, I grabbed him again by the hair and pulled his head back, and I leaned slightly forward to where he his ear was close to my mouth, and as I erupted like a volcano into his sucking, grasping hole, I whispered just loudly enough into his ear Take…My… Dirty… Load… Mel.

I should probably pause and just tell you a little bit about me. At the time of this story I was just shy of my 40th birthday, but already working that Daddy vibe that the boys love. 6 feet tall, and a solid, broad-shouldered, 230 lbs. Pretty muscular but with a nice solid belly to add to the bearish appearance. I’m hairy all over, especially my chest, and at that point it had just started graying. I keep my dark hair fairly short and at that time I generally sported a pretty full, already graying, goatee and longer sideburns. I’ve been told I have a great ass, and I’ve got a well above average, very thick 8-inch cock, that one fuck buddy has described as being like a club... the same thickness from top to bottom, except for a big flared rim on the head. I’m primarily a top, but I’ve also got a hungry ass that needs, and enjoys, periodic feedings. And at that point I had been Poz for almost 10 years. Mel settled on a film to have playing in the background and then after some quick mumbled greetings I grabbed his face and started kissing him. His soft compliant mouth quickly opened wide to accept my probing tongue and he tasted as good as I remembered. While I drooled some spit into his open mouth, my hands slowly slid down his back and cupped his shorts-encased, jockstrap-clad-ass As we made out, I slowly began kneading the cheeks of his meaty ass; my fingers sank into his sweaty trench and pressed on his hole through the material of his gym shorts. Even through the cloth I could already feel an accumulated dampness there, not sure whether he had arrived pre-lubed, or if it was a mixture of summer sweat and his own natural ass juices seeping out to prepare his hungry hole. Either way I was soon gonna find out, and I knew that either one would taste good to a sex hungry pig like me. As I fingered his crack, my other hand came round to the front and quickly slid up under his shirt, like a heat seeking missile looking for his nips, while he had his hands running up and down my back and pawing at my gym-shorts-covered, rapidly hardening, cock. As I found his one nip, I pressed down harder on his mouth with mine and began to kiss him with a passion and an intensity that he wasn’t prepared for. As I did, I latched on hard to the nipple between my fingers and pinched with everything I had till a loud breathy moan of pain escaped from him and into my mouth. He knew I meant business and I could feel his body start to go slack in my arms as his total submission began. I pushed him up against the wall of the booth and started madly grinding into him. I wanted there to be no question about what it was I was after. His hips started bucking back in unison as our combined rutting went into overdrive. As this was going on, I had kicked off my flip flops, preferring to stand barefoot on the cum-stained floor of the booth; feeling those dried loads of jizz beneath me. Somehow, their presence, along with the smell, connected me to the carnal energy that existed within the confines of that booth… a mini temple to the gay male need to spread their seed, anywhere and everywhere that they could. I shoved one hand down the back of my shorts while I continued making out with Mel and quickly pushed my shorts down. Being naked in a semi-public place always makes me go into overdrive and I wanted to be naked and exposed as quickly as possible. My hard cock got hung up on the waist of the shorts eventually springing free as it thwacked up hard against my hairy abdomen. Mel felt my raw exposed dick now grinding between us as it left a snail trail of pre-cum on the front of his shirt and shorts. The situation must have been getting to him to because he too began removing all his clothes while we continued to make out. At last he pushed my wife beater up and over my head and then came back in for a lip lock, while I reached for his shoulders and got ready to push him to his knees on that crusty floor. As he dropped, he grabbed hold of my throbbing club of a cock, while his mouth zeroed in on its target. His wet mouth engulfed my fuck stick as he started blowing me. I very quickly remembered just how expert he was at the art of oral pleasure and I moaned as his mouth went all the way down to my pubic bone on the first slide down my pole. I grabbed both sides of his head, lacing my fingers into his thick auburn hair and started to face fuck his sexy face. From somewhere poppers had appeared. He pulled off my cock and took a couple of huffs, handing them to me as he dove back onto my dick like a madman. The poppers had turned him into a slobbering cock-sucking faggot who was trying to inhale my whole cock to make me cum. But I had other ideas. He worked it hard, but before he could get me off I pulled free from his gaping mouth and pulled him up, while at the same time proceeding to drop to my knees. As I got closer to the cum stained floor, the smell of stale cum and poppers began wafting around my head like an aphrodisiac, making me even hornier than I already was. I spun Mel around, slid my arm up his back and pushed his upper torso against the wall, while pulling his ass back to my face, and just before diving in I took two giant hits of poppers. Now I was fully in the zone, and completely sex-crazed, as I spread his sweaty cheeks like a man with just one goal. My tongue zeroed in on his puffy pink hole, and then I dove.

After moving to a distant state and losing touch with the crowd from the safe-sex party, we found ourselves back again in the Philly burbs for an extended period of time. By this time my bf and I had opened things up because I had finally gotten tired of never having my needs met, while his were always taken care of. He was constantly traveling for work, and doing his own thing, which left me to follow my own path towards what got me off. And get off I did… all up and down the Jersey Shore and all points in between to Philly. And that brings me to Berlin, New Jersey. Below the traffic circle. A place that for any pig who’s ever spent time in that vicinity, will need no further description. For those that don’t know though, there are two notorious book store/theater/arcades within a mile of one another, but on opposite sides of the divided highway. Both were usually very busy, and both had a varied crowd that patronized them. All kinds of guys, all kinds of cocks, and lots of ass for fucking. It was always a real pig’s wallow if ever there was one. And each of the places had their own unique character. It wasn’t uncommon to go back and forth between the two for a couple of hours looking for multiple loads, or asses to fuck. One Friday night I’m one of a few who are standing there by the video booths in the back of the one store, waiting to see what the next piece of hungry ass or horny cock was going to look like. We hear someone out front getting change, as the excitement level over the next prospect starts rising within all of us waiting there for the same thing. I’m nonchalantly leaning against the wall awaiting his arrival when who walks in through the arcade entrance, but Mel, of all people, looking nervous as fuck for some reason. Now it had been 6 or more years since I had seen him last, and except for maybe looking a little doughier, which didn’t bother me in the least, he looked like his same sexy self. And even though my desire for him had waned all those years ago, seeing him again made me want him all over again. And apparently, upon seeing me, he still found me his type because he immediately locked eyes on me ignoring everyone else standing there. But interestingly, there was not a glimmer of acknowledgment or recognition in those eyes. As far as I could tell, I was just a piece of fresh meat. Of course, we had to still go through the bookstore dance of shuffling about looking into booths, reviewing the selection of movies playing while furtively cruising, and then finally entering into a booth and leaving the door cracked while he waited for me to join him. Needless to say, once he did, I pounced, which is what I wanted to do before the dance even started. But I also did it to circumvent anyone one else from getting to his cracked door first. And I have to admit, the fact that he had no idea who I was, even though I really hadn’t changed much, just made me all the hotter and hornier for some reason. I decided to see how long I could push this figuring that he’d soon recognize me. So into his booth I slipped, locking the door behind me. I immediately put additional money into the coinbox to make sure that we weren’t disturbed for a long time, and then I turned to him. Aggressive doesn’t even begin to describe me. I was like a grizzly bear attacking its prey. And having the prior knowledge that he turned into a submissive little slut at the sight of hard cock, gave me the upper hand. It was the middle of summer and so neither of us was overdressed. Flimsy shorts, no underwear, and a wife beater on me with my now-graying chest hair pouring out of the top and out from around the sleeve holes, and a t-shirt and shorts on him and, as I’d quickly discover, a sexy little jock strap that perfectly framed the globes of his pale bulbous ass. And jock straps are like my kryptonite… though instead of weakening me, they do the opposite. He had no idea what he was in for. To be continued...

Some years back I had met this cubby little auburn-haired stud. I guess it would help set the tone of this story if I mentioned that it was at a “safe-sex” party in the Philly suburbs where I met him. He walked in and my older BF and I immediately turned our heads in tandem as we drank him in. To us he was a total package, just exactly what we both liked most in a boy. At the time of this party he was about 32 years old. His name was Mel, or something similar. Cute, sexy, a little nerdy/techy; but no one would ever have assumed he was gay if they had encountered him on the street. He stood about five foot eight, had a little bit of meat on his frame that gave him that cub-like quality, and he had the most beautiful auburn, almost to the point of turning full-on ginger, hair, with a full beard and mustache. That was what really turned my crank the full way and pushed me completely around the bend. Little did we know that just as we were eyeing him up as our next prey, he was doing the same thing to us. Apparently, he wanted us as badly as we wanted him. It didn’t take long for him to get into the swing of the party and for us to finally all come together up in the third-floor orgy room. By this time, he was fully naked and his pale, smooth, skin almost illuminated the room, in that way that so many ginger’s exposed flesh does. The other thing that it served to do was to highlight his more ginger bush and his pale thick cock and heavy nuts that were nestled within it. We proceeded to become intimately familiar with him… or as “intimate” as one can really be at a safe-sex party. This party was always fun, but there were just enough nosy little bitches always in attendance and playing hall monitor that a guy trying to get away with anything more than safe sex was pretty soon ratted out to the host and reprimanded. So we fumbled around with him, traded blowjobs, attempted to fuck but he was a little nervous in this party situation and it didn’t really get too far, especially with condoms. We were having a good time, but in the end, I got a little bored and left him with my BF while I went off looking for a hotter situation in order to get my rocks off. Later, when my BF and I had both wrapped up the night, he told me that they had both happily gotten each other off in some dark corner of the house away from prying eyes. It turned out that the one thing we did both gather from our coupling was that the minute this cub was near cock, he turned into a total submissive little cock-hungry bottom slut that you practically had to pry off your dick in order to get him to stop. He had a one-track mind when it came to hard cock. And he also loved to have his creamy white ass eaten for ages. Once my bf and I knew that, it was game on and so before we left, we swapped digits with Mel and made plans to get together outside of the party. We met up a few times after the fact with him coming to visit us and spending the weekend... each time fucking his brains out for hours on end, and then waking up during the night and going for additional rounds, often while my bf slept, or vice versa, to the point of sheer exhaustion. And while his timidness-to-perform from the party had well evaporated behind closed doors, as a Poz top there was just one thing that I wanted from our coupling… and it was the one thing I could never quite make happen. Every time I would even get remotely close to getting it in him raw, he’d hop off, or shift his ass so that he’d pull away, much to my frustration. To me, while he was sexy as fuck, and was always hot to have a fat cock drill his ass all night long, the law of diminishing returns started to kick in. With each ass-pounding fuck session with this submissive little slut it just became less and less fulfilling for me, to the point that I.just.lost.interst. Needless to say, my boyfriend, who could be a total dick most of the time, wasn’t very happy. All he wanted to do was keep fucking this boy, but outside of those parties we only played as a pair (or so I thought then…). So I told him to go ahead and fuck him all he wanted at those monthly parties, but I wasn’t gonna give up any more of my weekends entertaining someone that couldn’t provide me with what I needed to be satisfied. Mel knew what I needed but he just wouldn’t, or just couldn’t, let it happen. Maybe I was the one being the dick, but I think most of you understand how I was feeling. I needed an ass that wanted ALL of me. And there is nothing worse than having a regular weekend guest that you just gotta perform for, whether you want to or not, without getting what you want out of the deal. Eventually, after a couple of months, it had run its course and it was done. And my BF remained annoyed with me because of it. Flash forward about 6 years. To be continued....

I can barely make it through one chapter without blowing a load...

I used to enjoy those late 90s era Falcon videos that had actual story lines to them. It made watching the movies more entertaining; even if in the end all we were there for was the fucking.

Maybe I'm just weird, but I'm always distracted by guys wearing watches in pornos while having sex.... If you're gonna get naked, take that stupid watch off. Oh, and forget the condoms too 😉

Some years ago when I was younger I had a much older friend who would hit on everybody, especially much younger guys and straight guys, that I felt were soooo far out of his league that I just couldn't understand his doing it. Finally one day after he had been rebuffed by yet another one of these guys, I said to him "Why do you do put yourself through that??" And I'll never forget his response. He said to me "Sure, I've gotten slapped in the face an awful lot, but I've also gotten VERY lucky" as he winked at me. So I followed his advice and for every one of those assholes who has made a "bat in your league comment," there have been plenty of hot fucking guys who were more than happy to have some fun.

That's an amazing story... loved every bit of it. I'd like to participate in a party like that myself, picking a pup and breeding him.

That ass looks amazing... and sounds pretty talented. I'd love to load it up too next time i'm in the area

Can't quite believe it, but 261... and yeah, I guess I can believe it LOL

Me too! I love this story

Anyone know what happened to that great story about the young doctor who comes home to find his bf cheating with a woman and then moves out and into his own place in a transitional neighborhood with an ABS downstairs. The story revolved around smoking and becoming a BB bottom?

Hey everyone, my buddy Pup asked me to let everyone know that he is out of commission for a bit but will continue this story after April 4th. So hang in there till then to find out what happens to this Pup.

Great start to what is gonna already be a great story. I didn't expect any less from ya stud!

It sure is one of the hottest! I just hope our author's stuff gets straightened out soon for his sake. I'm missing his storytelling abilities

I kind of stumbled across the party one weekend while vacationing in Germany. Until that point I had never even heard of it. So I thought, what the heck, and off I went. Just reading about the way it worked was giving me a boner, but seeing it actually play out in the flesh was even hotter. I thought it was pretty amazing. As a top to just be able to walk around and grab a handful of whatever piece you want, without all the formalities of small talk, as though you were inspecting a piece of horseflesh at a horse fair, was a welcome change of pace. And the mares you top and put through their paces are all really great and very appreciative of your efforts when you've finished. I'd definitely go back anytime that schedules aligned and I was in a city that hosted one of these parties.

Hotload84, it was Club Body Center! That was the name of the place on 13th Street. As soon as I read that I remembered it. I loved the Chancellor but it had started to get so dumpy and rundown that I switched over to going to CBC instead. And that was where this story took place.

Mikey, I can't remember the name of this place. I think the Club??? It was on 13th Street. May have changed names. I liked the Chancellor.

Thanks BrisFuck. I will have to write more!

After years of reading and enjoying these stories with both hands, this is my first attempt at telling one of my own. Please don't be too hard on me I appreciate your comments though. Perhaps if you like this I will write more. Did you ever have one of those experiences that gets so deeply etched on your brain that you can’t forget it? I know I have, and it was almost like a scene from a movie; one in which the mists part and out steps this person… a person almost defying description. In my case though, the person came not from the mists, but from around a corner; a corner in a bathhouse in Center City Philadelphia. But my reaction was the same as if he had stepped from the mists. I saw him and my heart skipped a beat and I think I stopped breathing for a second. There I had stood, reclining back against the bathhouse wall, one foot propped back against it too, as I took in the sight of this giant of a guy that came lumbering down the hall towards me that night. My reaction was visceral, and instantaneous. I wanted him and everything he had to offer, and I wasn’t gonna be happy till I got all of it. It was late afternoon of New Year’s Day, about 1997. I had decided to go down into Center City as past experience had proven that this day was a great day for getting some action at the local baths. The big New Year’s Day parade was winding down by that time, no one was feeling any pain given all the alcohol that had been consumed on the streets just to try and stay warm, and for guys like us, the horniness level had been ratcheting upwards for hours. And so when that happened, there were only two things you could do. You could either trundle off to one of the gay bars in Center City in hopes that the combination of booze and flirting would land you a fuck, or you wandered over to the baths where for the more proactive types you knew there’d at least be some real shit goin on. And that’s what I did. When I got there I paid my entry and went inside. You could tell right away that the place was hopping as there was a definite vibe to the place. I quickly found my room, got undressed, wrapped my towel around my waist and went out cruising. I had barely been there a half hour when I found myself propped up against that wall as “he” came around that corner. My heart began to do somersaults in my chest. You guys know what it is I’m talking about. Yeah there were guys there that I’d play with, and I had sampled a few already, but I hadn’t really fully engaged with anyone yet as I was awaiting “the one.” And then there he was. I’m no little guy at 6ft, 225 pounds, easy enough on the eyes, and muscled enough where it counts, with a nice hairy chest and scruffy mug. I’ve got a nice fat cock that scares enough of the amateurs away, and challenges just enough of those that that think they can take it. And yet next to this guy, I felt small. He loomed tall at around 6’5”, broad shouldered; olive skinned with enough of a summer tan left yet to give him a healthy glow in January. He had dark hair but was completely bald on top, and the lower half of his face sported a dark, full goatee that just enhanced his sexiness. There was a slight demonic quality about his look that made me spring an almost instant boner; like a guy who knew how to be really, really bad, while being the best that he could be. I’m pretty much a top, but even my ass twitched at the sight of him. I knew right then that I was in for trouble. As he ambled down that bathhouse hallway it gave me ample time to check out what he had goin on. He was a beefy guy with a good 50 pounds on me. But on his frame it just made him look all the more daunting. His chest was covered with a thick pelt of dark fur and his meaty, well-worked nipples projected out from his solid beefy pecs. And underneath that towel that he had wrapped around his hick waist hid the makings of a weapon whose ultimate proportions I could only guess at. As he neared, we made eye contact. A definite glimmer of mutual recognition passed between the two of us… or at least enough so for me to know that the chase was on. Since it appeared that he had just gotten there, I figured he needed to do the perfunctory spin around the place too to check out the action. So I left him pass and then followed behind at a respectable distance as he went through all the floors and the basement of the place; far enough away to not appear stalkerish, but yet close enough to know if he suddenly decided he was ready for action. Eventually we ended we found ourselves back up on the floor where I first saw him and there he veered to the right, off the main hallway and into a bathroom with an adjoining shower room. To the left in this bathroom was another long room with a series of sinks and urinals lining its walls, and at the far end of that room, a cedar door with a small window that led to the club’s dry sauna. I followed him as he headed towards that door, peered through the window and then yanked open the heavy door with a muscled ease and entered the sauna. This was my cue to stop at a discrete spot and watch, but not engage further, mostly to see if he was just checking the room out and would quickly reemerge, or if he had chosen to plant himself in there. When he didn’t reappear after a minute or two, I knew it was the latter and I decided to make my move. The dry sauna was a somewhat lengthy, oblong room with an upper and lower tier of wooden bleachers that ringed three of the room’s four walls. As I looked in the sauna door’s window I saw that the stud had climbed up onto the upper tier of bleachers along the short end of the room directly opposite the door. There, as though perfectly picture framed by the window, sat this giant of a man, his towel spread open, his hairy legs spread wide, his head tilted back against the wall behind him with his eyes closed, and what I still think was one of the most beautiful cocks that I had ever seen hanging softly and pendulously between his spread legs, surrounded by a nest of thick, curly dark pubic hair and resting on top of two enormous balls in their fuzzy sack. And like Pavlov’s dog, I began to salivate as I reached for the handle of that dry sauna door. I stepped into the sauna where there were already three other guys seated on the upper and lower tiers on the right and the left. But against the far wall there was just my guy. I slowly walked over to where he was seated and took off my towel, laying it down to the right of him on the lower tier of seating, and then sat down. I was very close to his leg which rested on the bench right next to me. Just being that close to him was making me hornier. There I sat for a short while just looking at the tree-trunk-like-legs and big feet of this man-god in repose. But I wasn’t fooled by his closed eye routine; he knew I was there and he knew I was watching him. And he was watching me too through his half-lidded eyes… both of us just waiting for one or the other to make the first move. And so I did. I tentatively reached over and began stroking his hairy leg, slowly letting my hand glide higher and higher up his thigh until my fingers came in contact with the puckered flesh of his sweaty nutsack. As he shifted position ever so slightly I felt his massive testicles shift within their protective covering. I slowly rubbed my fingers over and around them. As I did, my fingers came in contact with his previously flaccid cock which by now had started to swell from the attention I was paying him. Apparently he was just as turned on as I was. As I wrapped my hand around his rapidly stiffening cock I realized that whatever I had anticipated his cock being like when underneath that towel, I had sorely underestimated the girthy giant that was then hardening in my hand. Between the heat of the dry sauna, his sweaty cock in my hand, and the musk of a thousand cocks and asses that permeated all the fixtures in that room, my senses had shifted into overdrive and I could barely control myself. I had reached that point that we all are all too familiar with, the point where the animal brain pushes logic and reasoning aside, and throws all caution to the wind, the point where primitive man emerges… with no goal other than to reach orgasm and spread your seed wantonly, anywhere that you can. My body was on sexual auto-pilot as it swiveled around on that bench and my head went straight for that stud’s crotch. Without even asking I sank his cock as deep into my throat as I could get it while I tugged on his nuts. His hands, firmly planted on the back of my sweaty head, were all the tacit approval I needed to know that I had carte-blanche to go town on his rock hard cock. And So I did. Up and down my mouth and head went, only stopping briefly when he leaned forward and shoved that little brown bottle under each nostril and ordered me to “Breathe” deeply. After that I went into overdrive choking on his fat cock, the combined precum and saliva just pouring out of my mouth and down over his cock and balls, pooling in his asscrack where his towel soaked up all the overflow. In a move that kind of shocked me, he raised his legs up and planted his feet on the upper bench where he was seated and swiveled his ass forwards. Then he grabbed my head, pulling it off his cock and shoving it down to his taint. He once again fed me the poppers and then pushed my head down the last little ways till my tongue came in full contact with his sweaty, furry ass. Between the heat and the poppers I was like a wild man as I dove into that hole with reckless abandon and chowed down on his ass as if I was starving. And fuck did that ass taste good. As I ate away at it he took the back of his one foot and ground it into the back of my head as he attempted to push my face even further up into his asscrack. I snaked my tongue as far into that studbutt as I could get, licking him out for all I was worth. Afraid that I was going to pass out from the heat and the lack of oxygen, I finally pulled my face away from his hole just so I could catch my breath. It was then that I realized that we had begun to attract an audience. It was the quiet murmuring that I heard first followed by the slapping sound of hands rapidly stroking hard, wet cocks while their owners watched our live sex show. As I looked over my shoulder I realized that those three guys had now grown to at least 10, with another 3 or 4 standing around the door to the sauna peering in. And like any good pig, that was all it took to make me wanna amp up the show even further. I quickly turned back around and dove back down on that hard cock, slurping on it for all I was worth. His hands went back to my head as they wrapped themselves around it and he began to pump his ass up off the bench driving his cock even further into my throat. After plowing away for a little bit I decided it was time to go for what I really desperately wanted from this giant stud of a guy and so I pulled off his cock and I quickly stood up. While I had been on my knees on that bench blowing him I had reached around and had started fingering my hungry, but rarely used, fuckhole, slipping a finger or two into my mouth where I could to get spit to work into my hole in order to loosen it up. Without giving him to time to react I quickly straddled his thighs, took his dripping spit and pre-cum-slicked cock and aimed it directly for spit-lubed ass, and I sat down on it with all my weight. He must have anticipated my moves because he was already ready with the poppers and pushed them right up to my nose and held them there forcing me to inhale them. And thank God that he did. That fat cock was just about splitting me in half as it barreled up my chute. But as I have learned over time, the more badly you want someone’s cock, the easier it seems to be to take it. In short order I was all the way down to the base with his pubes and balls nestled right in the crack of my ass. And fuck did it feel good. I just sat there for a few moments savoring the feeling of accomplishment I had gotten from getting what I wanted… from getting HIM. I looked into the face of this slightly demonic looking stud and his lips were curled up in an evil, dirty grin that told me I wasn’t very far off base in my assessment of him. We looked into each other’s eyes and knew that we were two of a kind and at that moment we gave each other the go ahead to just let loose and have fun. Unbeknownst to me at the time, I was already poz and later realized that I had been for a long time. I must have had a high viral load since this happened shortly before I was diagnosed. I put no condom on him before I climbed on board, nor did he request that we use one either once he was in me. But in those safe-sex only days I could hear the ripple of astonished comments going around the room behind me as guys were flabbergasted that we were fucking condomless, while others were saying “OMG, they are fucking bareback!” Honestly their prudish hectoring just served to turn the two of us on even more. I rode his cock for all I was worth, bouncing up and down on his fat piece of meat, and leaning forward enough very chance I got so that the entire room could see that raw cock sliding in and out of my unprotected hole. I loved that we were scandalizing those cunty little bitches with our raw fucking. But as scandalized as these hypocrites were by our unprotected sex, they didn’t get up and leave. In fact, by this time there wasn’t an empty seat in the room, and guys were crowded around the door that were trying to get in to watch the show, but couldn’t. As I thought the show was nearing its inevitable “climax,” without realizing it, my god-like top daddy had one more trick up his sleeve with which to end the show. After riding him for a good fifteen minutes he leaned forward and wrapped his huge arms tightly around me. And with that this giant of a guy stood up, with me completely impaled on his fat beast cock… and again, I’m no little guy… he spun us around and gently laid me down on the bench where he had just been sitting. His throbbing pole of a cock never left my ass the entire time. He then raised my legs up into the air, an ankle in each hand, and slowly started to pile drive his fat cock into my hungry ass, building in tempo and speed as he progressed. From this position I could now see the collective throng in the sauna and as he was plowing away into my once tight ass, I watched one after the other of them jacking off and shooting their loads while watching this mountain of a guy ravaging my raw hole with his fat unsheathed cock. I literally had to keep my hands off of my own cock or else I would have cum immediately. Instead I just kept snorting poppers and feeding them to him too, as we pushed each other higher and higher. Finally he pulled his dripping cock from my gaping ass, reached forward and like a gentleman gave me his hand, pulling me up and saying “come with me.” We got up off the bench, him never letting go of my hand as helped me down on my shaky legs, and then led me out through the collected throng of pervs who had been watching the show and whispering their disapproving comments while spraying their loads all over the floor. He led me back to his room where he then proceeded to passionately fuck me for another hour or more, gently and tenderly, and also hard and rough, till he bred my ass like a fucking firehose going off inside of me, while bellowing like a wounded elephant as he came. Needless to say, I think everybody in the place knew what had finally just happened.

Don't mind starting in a jock or something, but in the end prefer to be totally naked for maximum skin-to-skin contact. and don't me started on guys who leave their watch on during sex...

It was the day that this crazy hot escort picked me to have sex with on his day off... and it was pretty fucking awesome.

I know that relationship advice is not really what anyone is on here for for, per se, but I also know that all you guys have been around the block and have experienced a lot too and just feel that I couldn't find a better bunch of guys to ask advice from, so here goes... I'm about a year and a half out of a 30 year relationship with a guy that was just slightly older than me. (i'm early 50's). Though close in age, it turned out over time that we really were two very different people and we eventually grew apart. I was a naive college boy when he met me, but he turned me into a pig who just can't ever get enough. Then he proceeded to hold that against me after he did it. And then I got pozzed in the process. But ya know, it's kind of like Pandora's Box, once that lid gets lifted there's no putting the pig back in the pen again. And his being older than me, though not by much in age, but by a wide gulf in experience, always made me feel like the boy in the relationship, and him the older, more experienced, man. Since it ended, I've been enjoying myself... a lot. There's been lots of hungry bottoms out there that have kept my fat cock happy and who've begged me to load them up. And a few that have loaded me up too. But I've been feeling like I'd like to find a real partner in crime. Recently I met a guy through a popular online dating app. He's cute, he's sexy, he's European (though in the same city as I am), he's got a great sarcastic sense of humor like I do, he professes to be a pig like me with the backstory to prove it.... and he's half my age. There are times when I'm with him that I feel like there's no age difference between us whatsoever. And then there are times when I feel like I don't even know what the fuck he's talking about as he goes on about trash TV, the latest "celebs" in US Weekly, internet memes, stuff that he wants to go to see and do and clubs to go to, etc... It's not like I'm not open to doing any of this. And for once I feel like there is somebody who actually gets me, and I get him too. I'm incredibly attracted to him and it seems he is to me too. I guess what I just want to know is can a relationship like this work or is there just too much of an age/culture/experience difference between guys like us? And I'm also having the additional mental hurdle of now being the older guy/Daddy in the relationship, which just feels so different to me. Have any of you made that switch and was it difficult for you too? Thanks in advance for whatever advice you're willing to give me. I know my pig brothers will be real about this with me, unlike most anyone else.