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Hot story - that's what I'd like to do next weekend 🐷😜

Any hot breeder/seeder in Munich/Ingolstadt-are willing to fill my holes? Will be going back to northern Germany at the eng of August and still looking for a “souvenir“ to take home 🐷😜

Thanks for your comments Unfortunately there was a lot going on the last days, so I only finished one next chapter - but be sure, I will continue it =========================================== Chapter 3 I woke up as the morning sunlight fell on my face. I really like this one moment, when you’re partly sleeping and awaking from a good dream. But this time, this moment was kind of skipped and I was wide awake instantly. My memories of the night before started out in a blur, but the pictures got clearer within a blink of an eye. I felt the soreness of my ass, but it felt great and so my cock started growing and twitching. In that moment I heard Ken moving in the kitchen. I don’t know what I actually expected. One part of me hoped for him not being upset about last night, while the other half wished that he was and that he would be so full of anger that he would rape me as soon as he would see me. But what happened really got me off guard. “Morning. Coffee’s ready but we forgot to buy fresh milk.” “Ah, ok.” The radio played music. I looked at Ken, waiting for him to say something. “Did you sleep well? You look kind of tired…” – “Alex, you ok?” I started to wonder if I just had a very vivid dream last night. Maybe the weed did a better job as I thought it had. I fought myself back to reality. “Everything’s fine, dude. Just need a shower to wake up!” When I came back into the kitchen, Ken had already left. I remembered he told me that Annie’s mothers’ birthday was on and he would take the train to their city. Even after the shower and two mugs of coffee I still felt weird and tired, and as I had nothing on my agenda for the day, I went to the living room and laid down on the sofa to watch some tv. I must have slept all day, because it was after sunset that I woke up to the sound of the door banging. Ken stumbled in the living room, smiling wide and kind of singing. “Hey Alex….you shshsh…should have been there. It was a great garden party… soooooo many nice people… and a lot of booze”. According to his slurred speech he must have drunk a lot. “Annie had invited some other gay friends because she thought she invited you too.” “Nah, she didn’t mention anything to me!” “Anyway… I feel I owe you some fun… There’s still some weed from yesterday… I’m gonna get it for us.” In fact, by that time I thought that all of my last night experience must have happened only in my head. My sick, perverted brain wanted to have some fun and obviously the weed had turned my mind to a top-perfoming virtual sex device and – although still feeling exhausted from that experience – I wouldn’t mind repeating it. When Ken came back with a joint in his hand, he had changed his cloth. He wore shorts and an open button-down shirt. He lit the joint, took a hit and gave it to me before going to the kitchen. He told me everything that happened at the party, what food had been served and how lovely that cake had looked like. When he sat down again, I noticed that I had finished the joint all by myself. Kenny looked at me, grinned and got another joint out of the pocket of his shirt. That second one was shared evenly between the two of us, but as I wasn’t used to weed at all and smoked the first one all by myself, it was me of cause, who really got high first. We talked about a lot trash and laughed a lot, when all out of a sudden Kenny’s face changed. “What are you thinking of?” “Huh? I don’t know… I start to feel dizzy and I think I wanna go to my room and close my eyes for a moment”, I answered. His eyes flashed a little as he took the last hit of the joint. “OK, little fag. Go to your room. I’ll be following in a few seconds, and if you’re not awaiting me ass up, face down, I’m going to beat the shit out of you!”, be bellowed. And by the look in his eyes I was sure, he wasn’t joking… I did like I was told. “Close your eyes and open your mouth, dirty little slut!” Ken pushed his hard dick down my throat, so hard that I had problems breathing. “You’re doing better than my last roomie.” My eyes widened. “Yeah, you’re not the first fag serving me. But you’re the first one tricking me into cheating Annie….. She doesn’t deserve something like this, so I will have to take revenge on you.” In that moment I felt something cold on my hole. “You remember I told you about the gay friends Annie invited? One of them is Tommy. I think you would call him a bear – big and hairy. But he is kind of desperate lately – his boyfriend cheated on him and now he’s poz. Suck my dick, you filthy faggot!” I was a little astonished due to this twist in his speech, but as he turned back to his commanding, ‘evil’ self I got more and more turned on and started devouring his cock. I did not know what happened to me, but as Kenny continued calling me a cumslut, a fag and other things while making comments about cheating sluts should be treated adequately, my mind started taking over. Using a moment of breathing I screamed “You’re right. I should be punished for making you cheat on Annie”. I went back to his cock. “Mhh… I know… What would be appropriate?... How about paying the rent for the next year by yourself?.... Or, do you wanna get pozzed?....Or…” “yeah, make me poz”, I answered. I really liked dirty talk a lot and was pleased that Ken would participate in that. “So, that’s what you want? Become a toxic fag?” – “Oh yeah” “Argh…… have to disappoint you with that… unfortunately I don’t have a gift for you….” His dick throbbed in my mouth and shot after shot of his cum ran down my throat. As the good bottom I am claiming myself to be, I got happy and relaxed after his orgasm. I sucked a little more on his cock and looked in his face. He had his eyes closed and smiled in a weird way. Then he opened his eyes, took the bottle of poppers that had been untouched until now, removed the lid and hold it under my nose. My dizzy and high mind got more dizzy, as the poppers rush set in. He looked me in the eye, his grin getting even weirder. “I don’t have a gift for you ……….. but Tommy has!” In that second, I felt a fat cock pressing into my hole. The weight of the intruder pressed my body down to the bed and I felt a big, hairy guy fucking my ass. “Please be aware, that Tommy is a little special with his gifts – he wont take anything back, but will make sure, that you will get it properly!” (t.b.c.)

Chapter Two In the playing porn the top got more and more verbal. “You like my dick in your ass, don’t you?” I started to groan my approval. “You ready for my hot load in your ass?” “Mh, yeah….” “Beg for me to cum up your ass”. “Yeah, please – give me your jizz. I wanna feel you painting my inner walls.” I was almost driven crazy by lust and the weed obviously did its job. It felt like my body was touched over and over. I took another deep hit of the poppers and again sunk down into the pillows. I threw by head from left to right and opened my mouth. Instinctively I tried to get some cock to suck as I used to do when I get fucked in a sling in the bathhouse with people surrounding me. Those sensations my dildo gave my prostate made me almost cum and I really love cumming without touching my dick. My hands moved to my nipples and started twisting them while my moaning got even wilder. That dick I was sucking apparently liked my work as precum started to drool. That taste boosted my horniness even more and it would only take a few more seconds for me to cum as my mind got a single clear moment. I am in my room and not in a bathhouse, not lying on a sling and I am alone. So – what’s that in my mouth? I opened my eyes – but it was dark. The porn had ended, and the screen was black. Although my mind worked now properly, the physical horniness still had control over my body. I continued to move my ass on the dildo, twisted my nipples, moaned and sucked that dick further on. When my eyes finally adapted to the darkness, I recognized Kenny standing next to me. He had his eyes shut and while I was sucking him, he was played one nipple with his left hand. His right hand was at his ass. My eyes were tantalized by his big balls that bounced in front of my face. I moved my left hand to them and squeezed them tightly. Kens eyes opened suddenly, and he froze in his position. His face was deformed in horror and disgust, but his breathing got heavier. I felt his dick getting even harder in my mouth and he drooled more precum than any cock I have ever sucked. His facial expression switched and now he looked angry. There was so much anger in his face that I asked myself if it was me who had invaded his privacy – but it was definitely the other way around. It was him who watched me jerking off. He came into my room and put his dick in my mouth, although I would never complain. He started to bellow. “What do you think you are doing here? You are such a pitiful slut.” His dick throbbed in my mouth. “You’re a little pervert, fucking yourself with a plastic cock. But that wasn’t enough, was it?” He pinched my nipple so hard that I almost bit his cock. “I told you I will always get kinda horny after smoking weed and so you left your door open and played porn loudly to lure me into your room, you dirty little fag.” I couldn’t remember him telling me something like that and even if he did, I would never have tone something like this as I like him as a roomie and friend, and I wouldn’t have done anything on purpose to ruin this. “I have never ever cheated on Annie. But look, what you have done to me”. Now he was almost barking at me. I squeezed his balls again, a little harder this time. Kenny winced, pinched my nipple again and pressed his dick as deep in my throat as he could. He fucked my mouth like a jackhammer while he continued calling me bitch, slut and other names. During that, his cock started to grow further and his tasty precum drowned me literally. But I was in heaven and didn’t want this to end. In fact, I wanted his fat, drooling dick up my ass but had no idea how to get it there without risking Kenny to clear his mind and leave. I moved my hand to his ass and rammed my thumb in his hole. As expected, it was dry and hurt Kenny a lot – so he really started raging. “Bastard, you aren’t thinking you can stop me like this, are you?” He stood up and his cock left my mouth. In a fast movement he was between my legs and put them on his shoulders. He pushed his dick up my ass straightaway and by the pain, that passed through my entire body, I realized that by now my ass was pummeled by Ken’s hard dick and my big dildo at the same time. I always wanted to get DP’d but never had the chance yet. I reached for the poppers, opened the bottle and started huffing as Ken yelled at me again. “What’s that shit you’re sniffing?” Without stopping to fuck me, he took the bottle out of my hand and moved it to his face. He smelled on the bottleneck and his expression changed within a second. “What the fu…. Oaahhh… you dirty slut…. You are like a bitch in the park waiting for every dog to breed her, aren’t you?.......” He sped up his drill but I couldn’t get enough. Although I was in heaven I wanted him to go harder and faster, so I acted as if I didn’t like all of this. I started twisting and swearing and “begged” him to stop raping me. That did the trick for him. Again he took the poppers and huffed. Deeper and longer than before. After that he turned to the evil side where I wanted him. With all his power he fucked my so deep, that I almost had the feeling of is dick touching my tonsils. But then I realized it wasn’t his dick (of cause not^^), but he had his hand on my neck, chocking me furiously. That’s when I actually started to panic. Just before I faded I heard Kenny groaning loudly. “Here, take what you wanted all along. You should be careful what you wish for, but take my cum up your ass.” Then it went dark and I obviously blacked out…

Hey guys, this is my first story here and I am not sure yet, where this will be leading to, but I have some different things in mind. Although some parts have happened IRL, most aspects are purely fictional and derive from my imagination - I hope you enjoy it anyway =============================================================== Chapter One Let me tell you something about myself first. My name’s Alex, dark blond hair and some first grey patches in my beard. I’m stocky with some fur covering my chest and stomach, although I would do anything for having a lot more hair. I have not been blessed with a big cock, but as I am solely bottoming, I don’t have much problems with this. And despite of being almost 40 years old, I am still feeling like a son in urgent need for a daddy, using and abusing my hole whenever he wants to. Of cause I have a picture in mind of my perfect daddy: a dark haired guy with brown eyes, beard, furry all over with a big dick, who’s able to cum multiple times each night. He has to be on the dominant side without being a hard sadistic – I want to be dominated, not tortured. I want to be bred in animalistic ecstasy; a bear pumping his jizz up my ass is what I dream about every day and every night. But as we all know – you can’t always get what you want, and so I started to take any load I could get, not matter what the donor looked like. I took a lot of detours during my life, and so it happened that only a few months ago I started studying at a university in a small German town, in the middle of nowhere. For that I moved in with my roommate Kenny. He was 28 and straight, and during our first weeks of living together I also met his girlfriend Annie. I liked them both and we often cooked and ate together or watched a movie. I never did any drugs in my previous life – except alcohol, tobacco and my beloved poppers of cause. Kenny liked smoking weed every now and then – and one day I asked to join him, just out of curiosity. I wanted to test my reaction to it and we both agreed on the next Friday night. So, that evening started with the two of us having dinner, just some salad and fresh baked bread as it was very hot that day. I kind of worried about the weed and my answer to it, not because of the weed itself, but I do get really horny when the weather is hot and sunny. To make things worse, in my town there are only a few guys looking for sex on the well-known apps and websites, and almost everyone there is looking for a top. The last time I got fucked and bred was almost a month ago during a visit of a bathhouse in the city 150 kilometers away. So, I was really horny because of my long abstinence which was put at a much higher level by the weather. Actually, I was kind of disappointed by the weed. There was a light dizziness I sensed, but nothing that a few more beers wouldn’t have caused, too. We talked about our studies, some politics and our lives before moving to this town. Suddenly, Kenny took off his shirt saying he started to sweat. Kenny is quite slim, with a goatee and only a patch of fur between his pink nipples, and although I always liked looking in his brown eyes, he was never seen as a possible lover by myself. A few moments later my mind would change about that. Both of us were wearing shorts, but before that moment I never noticed that thick layer of dark fur on his inner thighs that led directly to his crotch. And then I felt strange, a mixture of being lightheaded, horny and kind of tired. My tongue didn’t obey to my will as usual and I started babbling. Every now and then Kenny would scratch his chest, eventually finding one of his nipples and twisting them lightly. I didn’t want to ruin anything, so I decided to go to my room and take care of myself. Kenny said he would retire to his room too. That great feeling of a slightly spinning head started to increase when I lay down on my bed. I watched some daddy-son-porn on my notebook and started to touch myself. I twitched my nipples and stroked my dick until I put some lube at my ass and placed a dildo amongst my ass checks, so that it would slip in my ass when I would start moving my hip. I took some hits of poppers and got lost in all that emotions, that have been increased by the poppers, weed and beers. Finally, I moved fast, and the dildo was completely sunken in my ass in a single motion. I was lost in emotions and horniness enjoying the feelings that artificial cock brought to my prostate and so I didn’t notice the sound of the porn was not any longer played through the headphones as my gyrating ass pulled out the plug off the notebook jack. I’m not able to tell for how long that porn sounds were played loudly, and when I noticed it after a few more huffs of poppers I didn’t really care of it. Waves of pleasure enjoyed my body and I am not sure if not one or two load moans slipped out of my mouth. Most of the time I kept my eyes shut and in my dizzy state, whenever opening them and catching a glimpse of the porn, it didn’t feel like a movie but real action. A few minutes later I saw the door of my room wasn’t closed as I thought it should be, but it was slightly ajar. I kind of freaked out a little but when I tried to stand up to close the door again, the dildo met my magic point in a way I did not want to end - so I ignored the door and got back to business. From the corner of my eye I thought I saw a moving shadow through the door, but I just wanted the feeling of the dildo to go on...