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I absolutely love being spit roasted and hey guys you don’t only have to suck the second (or third’s etc) guys dick. You can be flipped onto your back and eat his cunt hehehe

Fuck, mate. Very hot.

I grunted as I felt the swollen, leaking head of Jacques cock push into my hole. “Jesus!” I said through gritted teeth as my sphincter struggled to stretch over his engorged head. Jacques grinned and pushed forward a bit more. “Poppers?” I nodded as he uncapped the bottle and held it to my nose for a single deep huff. The Tina in my cunt was make my hole itch for a good fucking but my chute had other ideas as it resisted the momentum of Jacques body on top of me. “C’mon baby, let me in,” he whispered as he licked my earlobe. I moaned. I’d never been this tight before. What the fuck was going on! I lifted my hips up slightly and felt Jacques slide in another half inch before my guts tightened again. I looked up. Jacques was sweating. He grunted and pushed the poppers under my nose again. Another half an inch. “Fuck it,” he said swearing under his breath as he pulled out. Grabbing the back of my neck he pushed my mouth onto his cock as he rummaged around in the draw. As I tried not to gag on his salty cock I felt the cold splash of lube on my arse before he pulled me back onto the mattress and lifted my arse into the air again. Gobbing into my hole he retrieved a larger shard and fingered it into my hole before lubing his cock and lining up his cock with my arsehole again. My arse was tingling more intensely when I felt his cock push into my cunt again, making me gasp. “Fuck, yeah!” I moaned as I felt the shard dissolve into my guts. He grinned and leaned forward. “Forgot I also had some lube with Tina left. Let’s see if that loosens you up.” We kissed. “But only a little. I really wanna fuck you up.” I chuckled as he pushed his meat deeper into my resistant guts. “Be my fucking guest.” He pulled his cock back slightly as the tingling became a warm, burning sensation along the walls of my gut. “Jesus that Tina’s strong,” I murmured as he started to fuck me with less that half his cock in my chute, stretching my guts that wrapped themselves around his cock. He leaned forward and pushed his right pit over my nose and mouth. I growled as I buried my face in the sweaty, musky hair, licking and sucking the sweat as it literally seeped from his pores. Another half and inch, Jacques using his cock like a battering ram, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust. I slipped my hand around my arse and felt his shaft. “Fuck!” I said realising how far his balls were from they crack of my arse. Jacques grinned and pushed his left pit over my nose and mouth, silencing me as he chewed on my left tit, eliciting deep moans as I responded to his tongue teasing my tit. “Not even half way you tight fucker,” he breathed as he licked the sweat from my increasingly sweaty chest. The warmth in my cunt was growing, every thrust of his cock was making me wince less and less. I pulled his face to mine and gobbed in his open mouth. “Fuck I taste good in your mouth,” he grinned as he pushed his tongue into my mouth, sucking out the spit then spitting it back in. “Yeah?” I replied as the warmth in my count grew steadily in intensity. “Fuck yeah,” he replied. The warmth turned into an unbearable aching, hungry white heat. I gripped his biceps either side of his broad muscular shoulders and spat into his face. “Fuck me, you cunt,” I suddenly demanded as the best in the guts turned into insatiable yearning. “Rape my fucking cunt. Bruise my hole!” Jacque pulled back and looked at me, then putting a hand over my mouth, he raised my hips further off the bed, and began to push in deeper. “Fuck yeah, you pussy faggot. I’m gonna hurt you.”

Fucking beautiful.

Jacques gripped my ankle and swing my head over the bed. Uncapping the poppers, I watched as he took four deep huffs then held my head as I copied him. Standing over me, I watched as he pushed the head of his cock into my mouth, head hanging off the bed. I moaned and gripped his thighs as he slowly pushed his cock deeper down my throat, tasting his shaft, already covered in my spit and phlegm. “Fuck man, you fucking whore,” he whispered as I felt his balls bang against my mouth. I counted to five as I waited for Jacques to start face fucking me. Nothing. He just stood there, cock deep in my fuller, leaking precum as I breathed through my mouth. Without warning he shunted his cock deeper into my throat, his balls covering my nostrils and making me gag. My hands came up to try and push him away and he grabbed them. “C’mon fucker, take it like the queer you are,” he whispered as he continued shunting his cock. “Mmmmm you cock seems to like it bro,” he said. And he was right. My cock was rigid. Hard as steel. And with every shunt, I pissed precum down my shaft. “Fuck yeah, faggot likes this.” I moaned. Part in protest and part due to how incredible his abuse of my throat made me feel. Jacques released my hands and I dropped them to my cock and balls, wanking my shaft and squeezing my balls hard. Jack groaned in appreciation as he continued to shunt his cock viciously down my throat. I’d be bruised for days I thought - throat and cunt. My cock stiffened at the thought of going home and presenting my bruised cunt to my boyfriend to eat out and viciously assault, as he always did when I came back from being a whore. Finally he withdrew his leaking meat from my throat, and pushed me back onto the bed. He stood there panting, his cock wet with my gob and coated with my phlegm. He drew his hand up his cock then licked it clean. “Fuck man you taste good on my cock,” he said joining me on the bed. “Roll over, now, let me taste your mancunt.” I didn’t need to be told twice and rolled over, getting in all fours. I heard him huff then picked up the bottle he tossed up the bed and took four deep huffs. I felt his hands part my cheeks and slide beteeen them, his thumb grazing my hole. “So fucking wet and sweaty already” he said, almost in awe as he gobbed down my crack. I could feel his spit drip down the hairs of my cunt and onto my hairy ball sack. “Beautiful,” he continued as he gobbed again. And again. And again. I was breathing hard with expectation. Just fuck me, I thought. Fuck me and fuck me hard. “No. Not yet. I want to explore your arse.” It was as if Jacques could read my mind. He leaned in and inhaled, pressing his nose into my hole. “Mmmmmmmmm,” he moaned as I growled and pushed back into his face. He breathed out and breathed in again, before rubbing his face into my crack. “Fucking love your sweaty musk, dude,” he intoned. “Fuck it’s so heady and thick, coating your hairy cunt.” He licked up and down my crack, his muscular tongue pushing into my pores, making me gasp. “Jesus, it’s gonna taste so good with my precum and cum mixed with the juice of your guts,” he continued to lick up and down my crack, spreading my arse cheeks even wider apart. “Push out for me, dude.” I obeyed. “Fuuuuuuuck! Beautiful. Again.” I pushed out again, feeling his tongue rub against my sphincter every time. “Jesus Jacques, don’t fucking stop!” I begged as he pushed his tongue into my hole, and I tried to pincer it tight in my cunt. He moaned. “Fuck yeah baby, just like that, push it open and let me get in there.” I opened the poppers again and huffed. Long deep breaths as he pushed his tongue deep into my chute. “So fucking tasty. So fucking sweet.” He spread my cheeks even wider to chew on my hole, making me gasp with pleasure and push back against his stubbles face. “Yeah, fucking get your mouth around my cunt, fucker. Eat my hole out. Get it fucking slick for your load.” “Turn over, cunt,” Jacques ordered, lifting me into the air and spinning me onto my back, legs in the air in one swift movement. Before I had time to react, he’d spread my cheeks again and was gobbing into my hole. “Swallow it,” he said as he hawked gob after gob onto my hole. I complied, working my cunt muscles to suck up his gob, physically feeling it cost my guts. “Let’s make this more interesting his said. Leaning my arse against his chest he leaned over and retrieved a bag from the side draw, waving it in my face. I grinned. “Fuck yeah, you filthy cunt. Shard me up.” Jacques grinned and as I watched he pulled a shard of Tina from the bag. “Hold still.” I closed my eyes as I felt him use two fingers to open my cunt, before gobbing into my chute and then dropping the shard into my open hole. Releasing his fingers, he kneaded my buttocks, as I felt the shard rub and slowly dissolve in my cunt. The warmth was almost instant. Pulling my legs off his shoulders, he leaned down to kiss me. “Ready?” I looked straight into his dark eyes. “Fuck yeah.” “I don’t think you are,” he said as he rubbed his engorged glans against my cunt. “Fuck man, I’m gonna make your cunt bleed with my poz cock.” “Go for it, fucker. Give me everything you got.” Jacques leaned in. “Fuck, yeah.” We kissed as the shard took hold.

Sean Storm. Fucking hot ass

I was so lost, savoring Jacques’ hairy, sweaty cunt that I was momentarily angry when he lifted his muscular arse off my face. Swinging round he kissed me deeply, grunting with pleasure as his tongue dug deep into my mouth to search out the taste of his own chute welded to the inside of my gums. Our hands automatically searched and found each others hard cocks. I looked down and gasped when I saw how engorged his cock had become - so red and thick it looked like it was about to burst. I slid beneath him and lifted my hips to expose my own hairy cunt. “Fuck me, mate,” I whispered demanding as we kissed. “Fuck my hole til it’s raw.” Jacques pulled back and grinned. “Plenty of time, mate, first I wanna taste your guts clean,” he gobbed in my mouth. “Then I wanna taste it when it’s loaded with my seed.” I moaned loudly as another wave of the pill washed over me. And moaning simultaneously, I knew it was having the same effect on Jacques, who lifted my legs into the air and spread my cheeks. “Fuck, I’ve waited too long for this,” he said as he pushed his nose into the crack of my hairy arse, and inhaled deeply. I growled as I felt his tongue lick the lips of my arse, so tight now but knowing, by the end of our session they would be used and battered; abused and stretched; assaulted and ruptured open. And I wanted it so badly, I knew, as he deftly used his tongue to open me up, grunting himself as he savoured the taste of my unfucked guts, relishing how the taste would change during our night together; the initial sweetness of my sweat and gut juices turning salty as he loaded me with his precum and spunk, and then the slight metallic taste as he bloodied my guts from intense fucking and arse play. It took all my will power not to beg him to just fuck me raw and hard now. Breed me. Fuck me. Hurt me. Bruise me. But no. I wanted to take all night. I wanted to take, feel and take Jacque in each and every one of his sexual guises - as exploratory lover, as intense fuckbuddy, as sweaty wet pig and finally as totally brutal violent Dom top. I wanted each and everyone facet of Jacques. He pulled away from my arse and looked at me from between my legs, grinning. “Fuck, I’m gonna use you, you cunt.” “You read my mind,” I replied as he slid up my body to kiss me. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” I breathed. “Fucking own my cunt.” He’s hooked his head. “No mate. I’m gonna own your fucking soul.” I groaned as he crushed his lips against mine, my hand dropping to his cock to wank it, barely able to get my hand around his thick girth. He rolled onto his back and pushed me down his body. “Suck my tool your fucker.” Grabbing me by the hair he impaled my mouth on his cock, the force making me gag as I struggled to inhale before my nose and mouth were buried in his sweating crotch as he simultaneously thrust up with his hips forcing my throat to open up. He groaned as he held me there, pushing me further down on his cock, cutting off my air supply with his thick matted pubes. I was locked onto his cock, his glans keeping my throat open as he pumped precum down my gullet. My hands reached up to pull his hand off the back of my head. He slapped them away and jack-knifed me into a lock with his legs. I couldn’t breathe. Seriously couldn’t breathe as he continued to thrust his hips down my throat, clearly oblivious to my grunts of panic as the air in my lungs quickly began to disappear. I struggled more forcefully as my eyes began to blur. Above me Jacques seemed completely focused on himself. I began to retch and heave as I attempted to reject his cock. Suddenly he released me and cold air filled my lungs. I rolled away gasping and choking, splattering the bed with phlegm and precum. Jacques laughed as he pulled me towards his and hugged me. “Mmmmmm you fucking horny cunt. No one has lasted that long.” I looked at him through tearstained eyes. “What the -“ He kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. “Fuck man, you’re so horny. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that.” I looked straight at him, his eye gleaming. “Is that all you’ve got, fucker,” I replied. Jacques grinned. “Not even started yet, you cunt.”

Very hot. Kudos, dude. I’d wreck your hole any time.

Don’t like it during actual sex but when chilling in between hard wet sweaty sessions it can be good.

A genius, twisted story. I salute you and am in awe of your skills at increasing the sexual tension and perversion. You made me want to be very character in this story. Kudos.

“I grabbed his ankles and spread him wishbone style as I began to lay into him hard. His perfect little body was covered with a sheen of sweat as his eyes rolled back into his head and just accepted his fucking like a good boy. I really gave it to him for a few minutes, no words, no variety, just a plain old fashioned fucking. This was the next part about harvesting a straight jock's cherry, repetition.” this just made my shoot a wad.

That’s he’s gonna flood my guts after he’s really ripped open and wrecked my hole; then he’s gonna bury his spunk so deep up my chute that I can feed off it for days when I finger myself. Oh, and that as he pulls out there’s another guy waiting to add his own dna to the spunk that’s already up there. Failing that, that he can recommend fuckbud to breed me.

Thanks I’ll give it a go.

Hey guys Where the hell have all the popperbating vids gone? Anyone got any links they can share? Harder the sleazier the better.

As Jacques straddled my face I reached up and grabbed his hard, muscular and hairy arsed cheeks in both hands. As he lowered himself down I leaned up to take that first sniff and lick of his hairy hole. As I’ve said before, I love eating arse in every position but having a guy ride my face is my favorite - not only because I can spread the cheeks wide and get my tongue in deep, but the guy, if he knows what he’s doing, can also take control, holding his own cheeks wide apart, running the groove of his arse across my face, along my tongue and open mouth and also stop dead and just smother me with his cunt. And Jacques was an expert. Holding his cheeks wide apart he exposed his hairy cunt for me. I moaned with pleasure as I drafted in this fresh hole. I had wanked and fantasised about this hole for months - playing with my own with fingers, toys and my own fist as I imagined what it would taste like and feel like inside and out. And I wasn’t disappointed. Sweat dropped down his back and into the groove, wetting the hair that covered his arse and hole; he had also kept the the space between his hole and balls hairy which added extra musk and the faint taste of piss and the unique smell and taste of ball sweat. He also knew how to hover above my face, so that I could lean into his hole with my nose and mouth the inhale as much scent as I could. This was a cunt made by God for queers like me. If there was a heaven, it was riding my face like a pro. Above me, I could hear Jacques taking huffs of poppers before reaching down to tweak my tits or roll his hand up and down my shaft and pul on my balls. I was totally focused on his hole - with his cheeks spread for me, I was free to tease and finger his hole, lapping it with my tongue, and watching my gob get swallowed up before pushing into his hole for that first taste of his chute. And again, there was no disappointment, just perfection. Some arses taste clean, some of the spunk that’s already been loaded, but Jacques chute tasted of him - replicating the taste of his spit and gob i has tasted in his mouth. I moaned loudly as I added my own spit to the fluid in his chute. Above me, Jacques was moaning and clearly sweating as it was rolling down his back and into his arse. As I licked and ate him out he started to roll his groove over my mouth, lips and nose, driving me into a deeper frenzy of eating, licking and chewing. I was totally lost in his hole. The whole world reduced to giving and receiving as much pleasure from his puckered cunt as possible.

So, where was I?

Fuck yeab

There is always that initial frisson when the chems first come out. I knew Jacques did chems but I also wanted to experience them fully. Going straight to TINA has its moments but I wanted this evening to be ... well theatrical. Operatic even. Full blooded as well as bloody. Sensual as well as sweaty. Erotic as well as damn right filthy. As I threw myself on the bed next to him, he stretched and out his arm around me and cupped my arse, while pulling me in for a deep snog. We stopped and for a split second stared at one another without flinching. Too intense, I turned away and focused on the contents of the bag. I pulled out two small bags - coke and pills. Jacques grabbed the coke and leaned the side the side table, pulling the draw open to retrieve a small tray and, surprisingly two silver straws. I chuckled and leaned down to suck the top of his glistening cock as he drew out two lines. Growling, he put the tray to one side and I felt his hand on the back of my head forcing me down the length of his shaft as he drew his hips up to meet my throat. Involuntarily I gagged, but didn’t stop sucking as he face fucked me. As his hands kneaded the hair on the back of his head, I focused on applying pressure to his shaft using my mouth, as the head of his cock bang mercilessly against the back of my throat. I knew I’d be eating no solids for a few days from the bruising I was going to receive from his cock. Finally he released me and pulled me up. He smiled, tapped the side of my head and retrieved the tray to share its contents. I knew it was quality gear - I’d paid for all the chems I had brought with me with my arse and cock. My dealer was a Latino with a thick cock, load after toxic load and a preppy boyfriend that he liked to see me use. So I paid the only way I knew being whore and master in turns. But I digress. Having inhaled a few lines and snogged, licked, sucked and gobbed as the lines took effect, I pulled out a few pills - two blue and two with eagles on them. “Think we’ll need these?” Jacques asked, fingering the blue pills, and wrapping his other hand around his massively engorged weapon. I chuckled. “Prob not but perhaps half just in case.” Jacques chuckled back and cracked the pill in half and fed me my half with his sweaty, precum tasting fingers. We wouldn’t need them I knew but didn’t want anything to go wrong. I grabbed a bottle of water from the table and offered him a pill and a swig. I followed suit and before long we were once again entwined. The coke, hits of poppers raising our bear ears and before long we felt the tingling rush of the pill. I pull him in closer and slid my hands to his arse, I pulled apart his cheeks and gently rubbed by fingers against his hairy crack and hole. He moaned as he crushed my mouth against his, pulling back to gob into my mouth before invading it again with his teeth. I probed more insistently and piled away and lay back. Grabbing the poppers and offering them to me , Jacques needed no second bidding. Taking four deep huffs I handed the bottle back just as Jacques slid his arse over my face. Grabbing his hips I pulled his arse into my face as we felt that first, incredible rush ...

My hands ran up and down the hard swollen shaft of Jacques cock and there was nothing fake about my moans as I feasted on his dripping glans while at the same time feel his warm wet mouth encase my own cock until it banged against the back of his throat. His fingers simultaneously wrapped around my arse and fingers probed the slot between them without actually touching my pulsating cunt hole. We devoured eachother’s cocks, barely coming up for air, and only breathing when we pulled back to spit gob onto shaft and balls. Jacques smelled magnificent. He reeked of sweat, spit, precum and the faintest hint of piss. His scent was heavy with musk and sex. His balls, slightly hairy, round and massive could barely fit in my mouth but I chewed and licked them, eliciting grunts of approval from between my own legs. Finally we found ourselves entwined and face to face. Jacques forced two fingers into my mouth and prised my jaw open so that he could land a gob of spit in my mouth. It was my turn to moan as I tasted my sweat and precum mixed with the taste of Jacques in my tongue. Our cocks were rubbing against one another, our balls pushed into proximity, our hands searching out around our bodies. It was too much for me. Like a diver off the top board I flung myself away from the sex pig I was with and landing on my back, fluidly pulled up my legs to expose my cunt hole. Jacques grinned and grabbed the poppers. As I watching he exhaled and emptied his lungs and then took two deep huffs. Holding his breath he tossed the bottle to me and I did the same. As I threw my head back he dived between my cheeks and raided my expectant hole with his tongue. “Fuck!!!!” I couldn’t hold back and yelled as his muscular tongue pushed deep into my hole, his hands prising apart my cheeks and simultaneously rubbing his stubbles chin across my cheeks. One hand reached up and squeezed my tit, eliciting another expletive from the exquisite pain the tweak delivered. I threw my hands over my head and implored, begged and encouraged him not to stop. My entire cunt, my entire being tingled from just his tongue in my hole. He growled as he ate my cunt, rolling the noise in his throat as he lapped, licked and fed on my hole, using his thumbs to open my hole, sliding them in every so often as if testing how tight my fuck hole was. There was no hard, rough, dirty talk. Just the sound of sex. And it was intoxicating. My head rolled off the end of the bed and as I looked up I looked into the slightly open wardrobe door. My eyes popped open. Through the crack I spied leather, rubber and toys. I sighed and as one part of my mind went into hard sex overdrive the other thanked whatever God it was who had created the fuck pig who currently had his tongue so firmly welded deep in my cunt that I could almost taste him in the back of my throat. Finally he pulled away from my curb and pulled me towards his. Encased in his muscular arms he drew me in for a deep, incredibly gentle kiss. “Did you like what you saw?” Our eyes locked as he grinned. “No need to rush. Plenty of time for everything.” Pulling me towards his again he raised my arm, gobbed and buried his mouth into my sweaty pit as I reached down and grabbed his hard cock. It was so hard it felt like a steel rod in my hand, the only thing reminding me it was a massive piece of flesh was the pulsing heat it was giving out. That, and the stream of precum dripping down his shaft. My hand slid down said shaft and grabbed his bollocks and squeezed them. Jacques moaned and chewed my pit. I pulled away and stood up. As I walked to my bag he laid down and watched as I bent down and opened the front flap. Grabbing a small bag, he smiled as I walked back to the bed and threw myself next to him.

I didn’t know the part of town where this place was. Of course I knew where it was. It was near the university and my sexual appetites sometimes lured me to the campus to bottom for straight jocks, hairy coaches and dirty, horny professors. When I got home, I showered and looked at the key. It was a single Yale which gave nothing away. I googled the address and street mapped it. A modern block of loft style apartments with front windows that spanned the length of each apartment. I shuddered as I remembered that disastrous night at Jacques. It had to be him. I showered again, but this time I focused. I shaved my balls and trimmed my bush. But I left my arse hairy. I went into the bedroom and squeezed my balls through a rubber cock ring, pulled on a jock, jeans and a tee. I pulled a bag from under the bed and checked the contents - harness, speedos, a sweaty pissed stained jock, a couple of bottles of poppers. I reached into the draw and packed the bag with supplies of chems, needles and rubber ties. I paused. What the fuck was I doing. I wasn’t into anonymous sex. Well not like this. I was presuming it was Jacques. But what if it wasn’t? I sat on the bed. My cock stirred. Well if it wasn’t I could walk away. I left the apartment after writing a note to my boyfriend. He was spending the day at his black-only club. He wouldn’t mind coming home full of black seed and finding the place empty. He’d just order take out. And if it wasn’t Jacques, I’d come back in such a mood I’d need serious bruising ... I drove to the address and drove a few blocks further on and parked on a side street. As I walked back, I spied preppy guys from the university. Some of them eyed me directly. Either directly or furtively. I met all their looks and smiled. I knew I looked good and I also knew my semi was being pushed forward giving my crotch a nice bulge. I arrived at the block. It was modern. Steel and glass. I pushed the buzzer. And waited. “Come on up,” said Jacques over the beat of a music track. The door clicked and I decided to walk up the stairs. When I reached the sixth floor I wasn’t out of breath, but I was lightly perspiring and my crack was lightly moist. I slid my hand down the back of my jeans and through my sweaty crack. I rang the doorbell and almost instantly Jacques opened it. “Hey, dude.” He opened the door fully and turned back into the apartment. I followed and closed the door. I stopped and looked at the apartment. It was spartan but beautiful. A single couch faced a tv on the wall, the same round wooden coffee table, a heavy wooden table and four chairs, a kitchen to the left, doors to the right and then I gasped. A magnificent view of the entire city. Dusk was falling and Jacques was framed in the fading light against the vista of the city. He was wearing a t shirt and slightly baggy jeans. His feet were bare. I dropped my bag and went to stand by him. “You came. I wasn’t sure you would.” “Why not. Great view.” He turned to look at me and smiled. He grabbed my hand, the hand that I had earlier slipped between the cracks of my sweaty arse cheeks, and as I watched he drew my finger into his mouth and sucked. I moaned. “Tasty.”l He dropped my hand and walked away from the window. I followed him to the couch. As he walked he pulled off his tee and turned to look at me as he dropped it. I pulled mine over my head and also kicked off my shoes and socks as he reached the sofa and sat at the end. I joined him, sitting across the other side, one leg resting on the sofa, exposing my crotch encasing a cock that had been hard since he had opened the door. I look at him as he reached for the table and rolled a spliff. He was magnificent. Hairy, tattoo’d, ripped. As he rolled the paper his forearms flexed and my cunt ached to feel them flex inside my chute. He locked eyes with me as he licked the paper and sealed the contents. He picked up the lighter and handed it to me along with the spliff. Our fingers touched as I took it. He leaned back and raised an eyebrow as he looked at my crotch. I lit the spliff and put the lighter down handed him the spliff. As he took it, I stood up, undid the buckle of my jeans and slid them to the floor. As Jacques blew the smoke out I took the spliff back, and sitting down spread my legs and took a drag, forcing myself not to exhale. He looked at me and smiled. Standing up he hooked his fingers through the belt loops of his own jeans and dropped them. Fuck! Standing there in a black jock, he looked magnificent. I blew out the smoke. It left me tingling slightly. And he made no effort hiding his erect cock, straining against the pouch fabric. He sat down next to me and took the spliff from my fingers and dropped it into the ashtray. Staring into my eyes, his hands wandered up the inside of my leg and cupped my balls. “Sexy fucker”. He leaned in and kissed me. I opened my mouth to feel his tongue slide between my teeth as his hand slid up my body, teasing my nipples and making me moan. I reached out and searched his body hungrily, teasing, tweaking his own nipples before sliding my hands down to his crotch. I squeezed his balls and shaft through the fabric which was soaked with precum. He pulled away and reached for a bottle of poppers on the table. He held the bottle under my nose four times. Then repeated it himself. Leaning back he raised his hands above his head and I dove into his left pit. My mind was in overdrive and I was slightly sweaty as my tongue licked deep into the groove of his armpit. He tasted clean yet salty, the muskiness of a previous workout still latent on his hairs. I heard his take a drag from the spliff before he offered me one. I held in them breathed it into his pit, licking the fumes off his hairs. I tingled again. I pulled back and looked at him. He smile. “A little bit of Tina. Hope you don’t object.” I grabbed his chin and forced my tongue into his mouth. We snogged for what seemed an eternity. When we did break away, to take a breath, we were both getting sweatier. Jacque picked up the poppers, stood up and walked deeper into the apartment. I picked up my bag and followed him down a dimly lit corridor and into the bedroom. Music was pulsing from speakers, a low hum riven with sexual impulses; in a side table in full view, a pipe, rubber bands and syringes. On the TV screen, porn. He was already on the bed, proposed up by pillows. His jock was gone. He was stroking his hard, engorged cock, and squeezing his balls. I dropped my bag and pulled off my jock. No niceties tonight. Why bother? I mused. I stood at the end of the bed, stroking my cock. I caught the poppers he lobbed at me and took deep huffs before lobbing them back. Sliding between his legs, in one swift movement I took the full length of his cock to the back of my throat. Jacques swore in shock as he felt my lips, tongue and throat welcome his cock like an old friend. His hand automatically went to the back of my head and his head thrust up appreciatively with a welcome spurt of salty precum. His hands searched out my nipples and gently began to tease them, making me moan. I arched by arse into the air so he could see the rounds of my buttocks hiding the hole I wanted him so desperately to fuck. He smelled amazing. Clean yet sweaty; musky here fresh. Buried in his pubes, I inhaled his scent as I ran my tongue along his shaft, eliciting moans and more precum each time. Suddenly I felt myself being pulled up and swung round. His mouth found my cock and he growled as he swallowed it up. His hands grabbed my arse cheeks and squeezed them. Locked, lips to cock, we feasted on eachother’s meats.

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For the next couple of days I was in a sexual daze. Part of my brain refused to accept what has happened. The other half descended into a fantasy of such filth that my cock was constantly hard. I returned to the lake; I swam in the pool. But I didn’t see Jacques. Some mornings in the mist I heard runners but by the time I reached the shore their footsteps had receded. And I was left alone, naked and hard, fingering my arse and hoping he’d emerge from the shadows and breed me. It didn’t happen. I returned to his estate and wandered around. And never saw him. I even rejected the offers from previous guys in the area. A week before I’d have bent over for all their spunk and piss. As I had done before. One after the other. I even visited the sauna. But in the midst of being fucked by a multitude of men, I never saw him. I did see the twink and I fucked and fisted him roughly, partly in anger but also partly so that I could mix my toxins with the toxins that Jacques had already deposited in his bloodstream. I continued to fuck with Toby and Milos; and one night offered up my cunt to my boyfriend and Michael. They used me, me mouth and cunt all night. Filled with cum and piss, bruised and bleeding, my mind still switched to Jacques from time to time. His absence was beginning to drive me crazy. But it was also keeping me fit. Swimming so many times a day and having taken up running on the off chance of bumping into him made me as ripped as I’d ever been. And hornier. I loved watching piss and cum splash over the six pack as I was fucked or fucked someone else. I took to online popperbating, revelling in guys reactions to my rippling torso. I started having cam sessions of being hard fucked - no raped- by my boyfriend. Each time suitable masked or concealed but each time cumming buckets of cum and piss. I had almost given up hope and began to think it was all a dream. Then on morning, I emerged from the lake after a hard swim to find an envelope on my clothes. I picked it up and looked around. No one. I opened it. An address. And a key. And a single word - “Tonight”.

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I obeyed. Staring at Jacques I pulled off my tee and raised my own arms above my head. I knew after all the working out, swimming and the cold water that I looked good. Fucking good. I leaned into my right pit and inhaled. I dropped my hands to my cargo shorts and pulled the button and lowered them a little. And stopped. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. He dragged his left hand through the thick bush of his chest and into his pit, raised it to his nose and inhaled. His hands then found the waistband of his shorts and hooked his thumbs under the elastic. As we watched eachother we pulled down our shorts. His cock was cupped in a jock. Mine in black briefs. As our shorts dropped to the floor, he hand grabbed his jock and he squeezed hard, letting out a deep sigh. I dropped my hand into my briefs to pull on my own balls. It was silent. Only our breathing could be heard above the morning songbirds. He pulled the pouch of jock down, his clock slapping against his his furry stomach and slurping some jizz onto the hair. I dropped my own underwear, my cock 90 degrees to my washboard stomach. Our piercings glinted in the sun. His thick heavy piercing not weighing down his massive engorged weapon. Fuck I wanted to walk over there and suck him. But no. Jacques licked his lips, then spat on his hand, gripped his cock and grinned. I balled some gob and let it drop into my cock and lathered it round my shaft. As we stood there, we slowly began beating out cocks, in sync. Unconsciously my hand moved to my pierced tit and as I wanked I tweaked it. Jacques smiled. But so did I. This time I was determined not to let myself down and knew, with my bladder full to bursting I stood a good chance. Jacques other hand dropped to his hairy balls and gripped them he tugged and squeezed them as he jacked his cock. “Was he tight, the blond twink you fucked?” Jacques started and looked at me. I smiled. “Did he beg you to fuck him raw, breed him. Bury your seed deep in his cunt?” Jacques closed his eyes and tilted his head back. I decided to take a chance. “Did you blow your toxic seed into his guts. Did you poison him?” Jacques head snapped back, his eyes opened and he stared at me. Nodding, he gobbed onto his cock, smiled at me and started wanking again. “Oh yeah. You bred him. Ruined his chute with your massive pierced cock, didn’t you? Ripped into the sides of his gut so that your toxic load would spread quickly. You fucked him and he was too cunted and high to stop you. Drinking the cum from every cock forced down his throat in the club that night. Cum and piss.” Jacques moaned and imperceptibly he started to tug faster. “I saw you and him. He was riding your thick man cock. You were pulling him down, raping his mancunt in front of all those guys. I’d taken a load that night and you watched me take it. Yeah?” Jacque nodded. He was staring at me. His eyes were glazed over. He was panting. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat and his balls had pulled up to the base of his cock. He was close. “Watching me take a load deep, hard and generous in my cunt. Hearing my moans as I blew a load. Yeah?” He had closed his eyes. He was jacking his cock with both hands now. Precum was dripping onto the ground. “All those guys jacking off as you fucked his twink hole. And when you blew your load you wanted it to be my cunt you were fucking, using, raping, opening, bruising, bleeding, poisoning ...” And with that, Jacques yelled and shot a massive, gooey load, spewing his spunk into the leaves and grass in front of him. The force of his orgasm forced him to his knees, as he shook controllably. Suddenly my own balls tightened and my own seed shot out of my cock and splattered all over Jacques bent head. He looked up and caught the last stroke of my cock on his face. My spunk glistened in the sunlight and leaked down his cheek. He smiled and opened his mouth. Without a pause, I directed a stream of piss into his waiting mouth, drinking some before he leaned back and let it stream down his furry chest. When my torrent of piss had subsided, I smiled at him. He smiled back. I shook my cock into my hand and fed myself its last drips. Then, I picked up my clothes, turned around and walked to my car. Getting in, I didn’t look back as I drove away.