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poz cumdump ready for any kind of kink during my stay in Montreal from May 30th 2015 till June 4th
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My buddy and I (let's call him Scott) have had some pretty wild adventures over our 8 years of friendship. I have a partner of 10 years and Scott is single. The three of us do quite a bit together - dinner, movies, concerts, etc. Sometimes when Scott and I are alone we like to take it to a bit of a dark side. We were at a pool party once and a little tipsy and both had to piss. We end up in the same bathroom and pissing over the same toilet. He was enamored with my pecker and I was with his, too. We drained each other and returned to the pool party a few minutes tardy and two loads lighter. One night after he swallowed a load of cum out of my 8 inch dick we got to talking about drugs and party drugs. We'd done ecstasy, cocaine and GHB together on various dance floors across the world - always a nice euphoric escape from reality. Scott asked if I'd ever tried Tina. I hadn't. I'd heard the horror stories and always just steered clear of it. Scott told me that he'd been doing it off and on for the past couple of months and having some intense and mind-blowing sex. Hot! Scott's a muscle power bottom. 5'9" 180 blond, well built fucker with an AMAZING bubble butt. His other hole is equally amazing. I don't know how he does it but he sucks the hell out of a cock. Out of curiosity I asked if he had anyTina but he didn't. I was intrigued and aroused and he could tell. If I were ever to try it it would have to be with Scott. I had a bulge in my pants and his cock started to plump up, too. We decided to head out to a sex club spot with some open play spaces and glory holes -- he loves to suck cock and it turns me on to watch it.....and he lets out these little whimpers when he gets a spurt of pre-cum on his tongue. And moans louder when it's feeding time. And on the flip side, to hear the top grunt through the wall as he's emptying his nuts down Scott's throat. Really fucking hot. So we arrive and it's not very busy but there are a few hot guys. We make a few laps and end up in a dark corner, enter a stall and wait patiently. One of the hot studs had eyed us immediately and headed in our direction but he took a different path so we weren't sure who might open up that door. Heard the door creak and like Pavlov's dog, Scott dropped to his knees in front of the glory hole. It wasn't our stud, but it was a decent looking guy. Part of the fun is to wait for the cock pull out to see what you're working with. This cock was a beauty. Milky white with thick veins, uncut. Scott went to work and I dropped my pants, too. Too fucking turned on not to jack my cock. Our neighbor offered some poppers and we all sniffed hard and took off to outer space. It didn't take long for our neighbor to bust his nut. Scott's moans alerted me that the cum reward was on its way. He loved loads. And he loved standing up and kissing me with a freshly deposited load in his mouth. It's really fucking hot to smell it on his lips, his breath and TASTE another man's DNA while we kiss. We love to share hot stranger's cum with each other. Our neighbor zipped up and left and we decided to take another lap. It had gotten a bit more crowded and Scott recognized someone and hurriedly whisked around the corner. I assumed it was an old trick. It was - but it was one of the guys he's been smoking tina with and marathon fucking. I couldn't tell if he wanted to leave, if he was embarrassed, if he didn't want them to see me or me to see them. Finally, I bursted out do you think he has any tina? At that exact moment, Tate came around the corner and immediately noticed Scott. They hugged/kissed and chuckled a bit about seeing each other there. Scott then introduced me to Tate. Tate is a beast specimen of a man. Gorgeous milk chocolate skin and a smooth demeanor. Without skipping a beat he whispers to Scott asking if he wanted to party. Scott said DEFINITELY, but can my friend join, too? He motioned us back down a series of halls and ultimately led to a large door. I wasn't sure if it was part of the establishment or a security door for emergency. It was a small warehouse like room for storage more than likely. Once the door shut behind us it was pitch black. And eerily quiet.... I could hear our new friend fumbling in his pockets and the next thing I hear is the flicker of a lighter. He's got a glass pipe in his hand a lighter underneath and after a few seconds he lifts the pipe to his mouth to inhale the thick white smoke circling in the little glass bowl. Scott's already on his knees with black cock in his mouth and goddamn is it a big black cock. Tate offered me the pipe but I told him I didn't really know what to do. He kept the lighter under for me and coached me through it. I took my first hit and almost immediately felt a little tingly and warm. He made me hit it again as Scott was deep throating his monster cock. I have to admit that I loved the way the smoke was making me feel. It was Scott's turn to hit the pipe and I was enthralled with it. Hearing the flicker of the lighter.....the thick white clouds swirling the bowl and ultimately being inhaled for some inhibition altering bareback fucking. Scott was taking another hit so I dropped to my knees to get a taste of my new buddy. His dick was huge and dripping pre-cum. I cupped his balls with my hands and savored sucking his piece. Scott was loving the pipe and hitting it again and our buddy did that always hot, tell-tale sign from a top. He started maneuvering his hand back to Scott's muscle ass. He wanted that hot ass and Scott definitely wanted that black meat. Before long, Scott's pants were down at his ankles and he was bent over ready to take it. Another pipe hit and a few gobs of spit was all it took and they were barebacking with a frenzy. I couldn't see everything but I could definitely hear the fucking. The moans....the skin smacking against skin. The filthy talk between the two of them about where to shoot the load. It was very hot. Scott started squeezing his muscle hole around that big dick and it didn't take more than 30 seconds or so for him to unload. The cock reluctantly flopped out of Scott's hole and he immediately swung around to clean the cock and get every last dribble of cum. It was all incredibly hot. But I realized that after smoking some, my hole was hungry and absolutely on fire..... (Part 2 if interest)
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I'm thinking of coming up to Chicago this weekend if I can get a room at the Heart O Chicago. I would set my sling up in room. Could visit MansCountry or Steamworks. I'm just looking to be fucked good and bred!!!! I don't want to be wasting any cum at all. I will post again if I sure go. I need some good and hard fucks with cum dumped into me. I will be sucking cocks clean when they pull out. Let's hook up studs!!!!!
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[This is another story from long ago that I found on my hard drive. It needed lots of reformatting, so I will be posting it in installments. I did not write this; I just tried to clean it up a bit for readability] Last weekend I was stuck without a car. I thought the weekend was going to suck. I was hanging out in my apartment, bored, surfing the net. I came across a page for a local bath house. What the hell! I had heard a lot of stories about bath houses, but I had never been to one. I called a cab, and headed down. I was nervous and excited. I had spent plenty of time cruising ABS and online, but I had never seen anything like the stories I had heard about the baths. I got one of the large rooms, which had a TV and several channels to choose from. I saw that in one movie the men were barebacking. As I undressed, I watched a hot scene where this guy was getting fucked in the woods. The top was hung and uncut. I was mesmerized by the sight of his bare cock sliding in and out of the bottom's ass made me incredibly horny even though I knew I could never let a stranger fuck me bareback. I had recently discovered the joys of being a bottom, and I decided to go out and find some cock. As I explored the premises, I saw that many guys just left the doors to their room open. In several rooms, guys were fucking and sucking. As I walked past one room, I saw one guy getting fucked as he sucked off another guy. I paused, watching the hot scene. The guy with his dick buried in the bottom's ass told me to come in. I did, just as the bottom called it quits. He said he needed a rest. After he left, I sat on the bed with the two guys. They were about my age, 25 or so, and both had cocks at least 8 inches. One guy was uncut. I love uncut cock; the first guy who fucked me had a thick, 8" uncut cock, and it felt so good. I took off my towel, and started to suck on the uncut beauty in front of me. The other guy got up to shut the door. I told him he could leave it open, but he said he and his friend wanted me all to themselves. As I sucked my uncut stud, the other guy started rimming me. I love to have my ass eaten. In fact the first time I got fucked, it was because the guy did such a great job licking my hole, that I had to let him fuck me. My head was spinning from the joint I smoked before I left my house. The guy behind me stopped licking my ass. He moved up to put his cock against my hole. I asked him to put on a condom. He said ok, and then asked me if I partied. I didn't know what he meant, but I told him I was up for anything. He asked if I had ever done Tina. “What is it?” I said, feeling like a nerd. The best sex drug in the world, he told me. "Ok. Whatever. I'll do it." He and his friend smiled, and brought out a glass pipe. I asked what I was supposed to do. His friend put some stuff that looked like little bits of rock in the pipe. I leaned forward, and put the pipe to my lips. The guy lit a butane lighter and started heating the stuff in the pipe. The pipe filled with white vapor. "Take a hit," he said. I took a deep hit, held it for a second and exhaled. They urged me to keep going. I took several more large hits. OH MY GOD - did I feel great. I was incredibly happy and even more horny than I had been a few minutes ago. The guy who had tried to fuck me asked me to suck his dick. I eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth. He had gone soft, but as I sucked him, I could feel his dick getting hard in my mouth. I had never enjoyed sucking a cock so much. I was able to deep throat him, something I normally couldn't do with a guy his size. As I sucked him, the other guy asked me if I did poppers. I said I never had, but I would do anything he recommended. He held the bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. My head started spinning and my hunger for cock went out of control. I asked the uncut guy to fuck me. He asked me if I had ever been fucked bareback. I said "no, never." He asked me if I wanted to feel his cock shooting inside of me. Between the tina and the poppers, I was out of control. "Just give me that beautiful cock!" He drizzled some lube on my ass and started rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He told me to do more of the poppers. I took several deep hits. Finally he placed the head of his cock against my asshole and gave a little push. Only about half of the head of his tool went in. I moaned. I had no idea that anything could feel so good. Slowly, he slid his cock into me. The first time I got fucked, it hurt at first, but then later started to feel good. Not this time. As he buried his massive dick in my ass, all I felt was pleasure. I couldn't believe the difference between being fucked with a condom and being fucked bareback. It was so much better. I started sucking on his partner again as he fucked me. I couldn't believe how crazy I felt. I wanted to do anything for these guys. I told them to fuck the hell out of me. Finally, the guy fucking me told me he was going to cum. The idea of taking his load in my ass drove me wild. He grunted, and buried himself deep in my ass. I could feel his cock pulse, and then I felt his cum spurting in my ass. Suddenly, my ass was filled with his cum. I was surprised at how warm it felt. He took a minute to catch his breath, and then pulled his cock out of me. I sat there, feeling the warm, squishy feeling of an ass full of cum. His friend said it was his turn to fuck me. I put myself face down, ass up on the edge of the bed and told him how much I needed more cock in my hole. He slid in easily, lubricated by his friends load. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes. It felt so good. His friend handed me the popper's bottle, and my head started spinning again. His cock was huge and hard, and he knew how to use it. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but it was at least 20 minutes. Finally, he said he was going to cum. He buried himself in me and again I felt cum spurting against the inside of my ass. It was so hot. It felt so nasty and forbidden and so incredibly right. I knew this was not the last time I was going to get barebacked.
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Traded for Drugs His parents split up when Loan was only 15. His mother remarried Couple years later and headed off on a month long honeymoon with her new husband who was a wealthy business owner. Logan, now a senior I high school was left on his own since his mother felt he could manage for that time. He went to school and worked out in the week equipped fitness room at their new home I his step father's house. Logan was surprised to get a call from his father, whom he bent heard from I nearly two years when his mother through him out. Logan's father had become addicted to drugs (meth, heroin, ecstasy). With all that had happened, Logan still loved his father and missed him in his life. Logan had no reservations when his fatter asked to meet him. His father wanted to let him know his side of the story between him and his mother. His father swore that he was now clean and sober and had been for months. It was time to make amends, one of the twelve steps. Logan headed out to meet his father where hesitation. He pulled up to a out of the way bar, parked and headed inside. He father was sitting I the back corner and waved to Logan. Logan walked over and joined his father. As Logan walked across the bar the bar ender asked if Logan wanted something to drink. He said yes, a Coke would be fine. Logan sat down as the bartender bought his drink over giving Logan's father a wink. Logan's father began to go on about how wrong he was and that he hoped that some say Logan would forgive him for what he had to do. Logan was a little puzzled with his father's choice in words, he wasn't asking for forgiveness for what he had done, but what he had to do. As Logan sat there puzzled he began to feel strange, he felt like the room was spinning until he passed out. .The bartender commented that Logan should be out could for at least 12 hours. They carried Logan out to his car, put him in the trunk and his father drive off. Logan pulled up to an old house where he pulled into the driveway and into the garage to hide Logan's car. He went inside and was immediately greeted by his dealer. The dealer asked if he had the money he was owed. Logan's father said the be did one better. He gave his dealer the keys to Logan's car and house. He told his dealer that the boy was in the trunk. His dealer had some friend who needed a his boy to rent out and Logan was perfect for their use. He have the boy shipped to Mexico for his friend and with the car and house contents that more than settled what he owed.
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Part 1. As I slowly regained consciousness, the first thing I felt was pain--excruciating pain, deep in my stomach and my asshole--that shot through my body in waves. Next came the ripe, musky smell of sweat, followed by the sounds of men having sex. I opened my eyes. Everything around me was dark and blurry, but I could make out a huge shadowy figure looming over me. I instinctively knew that everything I was feeling--the pain, the smells, the sounds--was coming from this enormous man, and I realized that I was being raped. I tried to scream, but my mouth wouldn't open. I tried to push him away, but I couldn't move my arms and legs. I realized then that I was paralyzed. The only part of my body I could control were my eyes. All I could do was watch in horror as this brutal beast tore apart my insides with every stroke of his burning hot cock. "Aha!" he suddenly snarled, noticing my eyes were open. His face then took on a frightening cruelty and viciousness, and he punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me and causing my anal sphincter to tighten around his cock. He started thrusting into me even harder, shouting at me in a coarse, guttural language I didn't understand. And then, as if out of nowhere, I heard a familiar voice. "He's calling you a dirty whore... a worthless faggot," the voice hissed, "He says he's ripping you open... and when he's done... no one will ever want you... you filthy cunt!" I knew that voice. I tried in vain to turn my head, to see where it was coming from. "Don't bother trying to move, Allen," the hate-filled voice continued, "We've pumped you so full of drugs you won't be able to move for at least another hour, while Ibrahim the Beast here rips your asshole to pieces." "And you're going to love every minute of it, you nasty little cunt" hissed Will's voice, "aren't you, little brother?" --- Six months earlier --- I was born and raised in San Francisco as the fourth, unplanned child of ex-hippies, who were almost 50 by the time I was born. My parents called me their "miracle baby," and pampered me so much that by the time I turned 16, everyone called me "Her Highness" behind my back. It didn't help that even as a junior in high school, I still looked like a girl: 5'5", 120lbs, blond curly hair, and soft, nearly hairless ivory-white skin. Everyone but my parents thought I was a spoiled, whiny little princess, but I never got teased or bullied growing up because they all respected and feared my older brothers--Jack, Neal and Will--who were already in their late 20s by the time I was born. Like so many children of liberal baby-boomers, my brothers rebelled by becoming conservative. Against our parents' wishes, they joined the Catholic Church, played high school football, registered as Republicans and, when the First Gulf War broke out in 1990, enlisted in the U.S. Army. They came back from their tours in Kuwait as tough, hardened men who rarely ever smiled. Jack, the eldest, became a math teacher and football coach at our high school. Jack was the only brother to get married, but his 4-year, childless marriage to a fellow schoolteacher ended in divorce when I was about 2 years old. Neal, the second oldest, joined the San Francisco Police Department and quickly rose through the ranks to become captain. Neal had plenty of live-in girlfriends over the years, but never got married. Will, the third son, initially followed Neal's footsteps into the SFPD, but later joined the FBI; after 9/11, he left the FBI for a secretive job at Homeland Security that had him constantly traveling around the world. Unlike me, my brothers were also incredible specimens of manhood. I had clearly inherited my mother's genes, with my willowy frame and pale, delicate features, but my brothers took after my father, whose ancestors were from Lebanon and Syria--they weren't tall (about 5'10") but they were all built like brick shithouses, with black, curly hair covering nearly every inch of their muscular, burly bodies, and while I'd never seen them naked, I couldn't help but notice the flashlight-sized bulges in their pants. I grew up admiring my brothers from afar. They had all left home by the time I was born, and while they dutifully protected me from the bullies at school or in the neighborhood, they otherwise kept a polite distance. That all changed about a year ago, a few months after I turned 16. Our parents, who had patiently put up with my childish, selfish behavior for so many years, were tragically killed in a car accident. Since I was still a minor, it was decided that my brothers (who were in their early 40s at the time) would act as my co-guardians until I turned 18. Since Will was still traveling a lot for work, I was to spend half the year living with Jack and the other half with Neal. While our parents' death was devastating for everyone, I took it especially hard. I decided that I didn't want to be the good little "princess" any more, and started acting out--sneaking out at night and hanging with the "street kids" in our neighborhood. Most of these kids were gay runaways who made a living on the streets hustling or selling drugs, and I found myself being drawn to the danger, the excitement, and the hot sex that their lives promised. --- Meeting Antoine --- I was especially drawn to Antoine, a tall, skinny 23-year old black guy from Houston who was the unofficial leader of the local street gang. He supplied the rest of the kids with drugs (to use or sell), escorted for a bunch of white guys who couldn't get enough of his big, black cock, and made enough money to rent his own apartment near the Castro. I first met Antoine at a sex party in his apartment. I was invited by two street kids I used to hang out (and fool around) with sometimes--Manuel, a short but muscular 20-year old Salvadoran with visible gang tattoos, and Luis, a scrawny but tough-looking 18-year old Mexican from Fresno. There were four other guys at the party when we arrived--four big, black thugs. One of them, the tallest and best-looking of the group, got up and walked over. "Hi, I'm Antoine," he said, flashing a big smile and immediately putting me at ease, "and you must be Allen. I've heard a lot about you." He was tall--almost a foot taller than me--and strong, and when he draped his arm around my shoulders and walked me over to meet the rest of the guests, I felt safe and protected for the first time since my parents had died. "That there is Omar," he said, pointing to a 30s-ish dark-skinned man sitting on the couch with his shirt off, showing off a sinewy, heavily-muscled chest. "He's a good ni#$a to know; if he likes you he'll hook you up with anything you need and everything you want." Omar leaned back on the couch, looked me up and down, and smiled. "Nothing not to like so far," he said. "And those two motherfuckers fucking around with my party supplies," Antoine said, pointing to a couple of light-skinned thugs with matching face tattoos, "don't like it when I give out out their names to white boys they don't know, so you can just call them Master X and Master Y for now." The Masters, as I later came to know them, were bent over the coffee table measuring out white crystals into small plastic bags, and didn't look up. Antoine turned to me and asked, "so Manuel and Luis tell me you like to party, yeah?" I smiled and nodded sheepishly. I'd smoked weed before, but the Latino boys had recently introduced me to molly and poppers, which I absolutely loved. The fact that Manuel and Luis had then "taken advantage" of me by spit-roasting me only made it hotter. Antoine laughed, grabbed my right hand and brought it down to his crotch, where I could feel a huge cock starting to uncoil like a snake. "Baby, look what you're doing to me already," he said. "We are gonna have some fun tonight!" Antoine then turned to Manuel and Luis and told them to give me some weed and molly, then take me into the bathroom to get ready. Half an hour later, freshly partied up, cleaned out, and hurriedly spit-roasted again by Manuel and Luis, I walked back into the living room wearing nothing but a jockstrap. The lights were turned down, and the TV was playing black-on-white porn. Antoine, Omar, and the Masters had taken off their clothes and were sitting around the coffee table blowing thick, white clouds. Antoine looked up and called us over. "Allen baby, why don't you come here and suck my dick," he said with a devilish smile, then ordered Manuel and Luis to start servicing Omar and the Masters. I walked over to Antoine, eyeing the uncut brown snake resting on his lap. As I got down on my knees, his enormous cock grew even bigger, lengthening to about 12 inches in length and about 7 inches around. As I reached out and carefully raised his cock to my mouth, a line of clear pre-cum stretched from his lap to the gorgeous reddish head peeking out of his foreskin. I leaned over, stuck out my tongue, and gingerly licked the pre-cum from the tip. Antoine shuddered, and sank deeper into the couch, closing his eyes and moaning. I slowly pulled his foreskin back and started licking the creamy cheese underneath, taking my time to savor the taste. As I started to wrap my lips around his cockhead, Antoine pulled my head back up. "Hey baby," he said, "if you're going to take all of my dick we're gonna have to get you ready." He grabbed a bong from the coffee table and started heating it in front of my mouth. Looking down at the white wisps circling the bowl, I felt unsure of what I was doing for the first time that evening. "I'm sorry," I said sheepishly, "it's just, I've never done Tina before." "Oh baby," said Antoine with his beautiful smile, "there's nothing to worry about. Nobody here is going to hurt you; this'll just make it more fun for everyone." I looked down at his cock, which was starting to wilt. "It's not that I don't trust you," I said, "it's just, I'm worried about getting addicted." "Who said anything about getting addicted?" Antoine said loudly, the first hint of a frown on his face. In an even louder voice he continued, "Baby, with me, Omar and the Masters in the room you don't have to worry about nothing! We're all here to make sure you have a great time, right?" he said, looking over at his other guests. They all looked up and nodded. Antoine turned back to me and said, "All you got to do, baby, is relax, stop thinking so much, and just do what I tell you, okay?" I nodded and took his cock back in my mouth, determined not to disappoint this big, strong, beautiful, amazing black man. As I began licking his shaft like an ice cream cone, however, out of the corner of my eye I saw several pairs of feet approaching. Everything that followed happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react. Antoine suddenly grabbed my head and pulled me off his dick while the other guests grabbed my arms and legs; Antoine then leapt to his feet and ordered the others to turn me over and hold me down. As I lay on the floor struggling to break free, I suddenly felt a sharp, unbearable pain in my balls that made me shriek out loud--but only for a second, as Antoine quickly shoved a damp, rank athletic sock in my mouth to muffle my screams. Antoine was now on top of me, one hand covering my mouth and the other gripping my balls. "Allen baby, you just gotta calm down a bit," he said in a calm, soothing voice, "the pain will go away as soon as you stop struggling. I don't want to hurt you unless I have to, and I won't have to hurt you if you'll just calm down and listen to me." He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Shhh, baby, that's right, just calm down and shush for a moment and I'll make the pain go away." And once I stopped struggling, he gently kissed my cheek, and whispered, "That's a good boy, Allen, that's it. You're such a good boy." Antoine and the other guests gradually loosened their grips until there was no pain left, as Antoine had promised. He then turned to Manuel and Louis and told them to get the first slam ready. "We wanted to ease you in at first, baby, but since you've been acting like such a bitch tonight, we have no other choice but to start you off with a slam," he told me as Omar tightened a leather strap around my arm. "It's going to be a bit intense at first, baby, and you'll probably have trouble breathing for a couple seconds until you start coughing. But then you'll feel the most intense rush you've ever felt in your entire life, and everything we do to you will start feeling so good, baby, you won't ever want us to stop!" "Now close your eyes for me, baby, for just five seconds," he said, gently biting my neck at the same time I felt a small pinch in my arm. "Now count to five with me... one... two... three... four..." Before we got to five, however, I felt Omar loosening the leather strap around my arm, and I suddenly understood why people call it slamming. As Antoine had predicted, after a few seconds of feelings like I couldn't breathe, followed by a short coughing fit, wave after wave of searing hot pleasure, unlike anything I'd ever felt before, slammed into me like a ton of bricks and started radiating through my body, and the room around me felt brighter, as if my brain had abruptly reset my eyes' brightness level to maximum. And then, just as quickly, my senses start coming back down to earth. The waves of pleasure and joy were replaced by a ravenous, insatiable hunger for sex--I suddenly found myself wanting a never-ending stream of humongous horse cocks shoved up my ass and crammed down my throat, unleashing rivers of ni#%a cum into every orifice of my body. I started jacking off with my right hand, then spread my legs and raised my knees so my left hand could reach my asshole. "Oh god, fuck me, Antoine!" I gasped, desperately finger-fucking my pussy, "please, please fuck me! Fuck me over and over again; and pass my nasty used cunt around!" "Yeah, baby?" Antoine teased, "you wanna get raped, is that it? You want your sweet little boypussy gangraped by ni#$a cocks?" He swatted my fingers out of my asshole and shoved his entire 12-inch cock up my chute in one monstrous stroke. I screamed out in pain, but Antoine just covered my mouth with his mitt-sized hands and shouted, "Shut the fuck up, you filthy little whore! This is what you were begging for, so this is what you're going to get!" --- To be continued ---
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In my mind I was constantly vigilant, making sure not to say or do anything that might give me away, but sometimes my eyes couldn’t help themselves when some dude bent over to warm up or when somebody was changing in the dressing room and had nothing more than a dance belt on. Usually I caught myself before anyone noticed me gawking, but not last Sunday. We had just finished a long dance rehearsal at the rehearsal space and were all being called in to the dressing rooms in pairs for our final fittings, and finally I was called in with Neal, the leading man who I was glad to say I had become friends with, despite him being the star and me only a lowly chorus boy. I was relieved that he and I were called in together because, while he was a very attractive guy, he was at least 20 years older than me and I had no interest in him other than as a buddy. Some of you are probably offended by this, but it had nothing to do with his looks or age. In any other group of men, he would shine as the most attractive, but in the theatre, surrounded by college guys and dancers in their early 20’s, he was only average in comparison. The costumer handed us some pants to try on and stepped out of the room so we could change which would usually have been my cue to run off to one of the dark corners or even into a bathroom stall to avoid changing with another guy. This wasn’t because I was that shy, but actually due to my fear of getting hard seeing the rock hard abs, bulging biceps and toned thighs of the other guys. Since it was just Neal and I, and he was engaging me in conversation, I stayed put and stripped to my tighty-whiteys while he tried getting a knot out of his shoelace. “No dance belt like the other boys huh?” he asked when he glanced up at me after finally giving up, and pulling the shoe off. “Nah, I don’t even own one,” I responded while pulling on my first pair of slacks. “I know I’ll need one for dress rehearsal next week but since this is my first professional show I’ve never bought one before and I’m stalling until the last possible day. “I understand,” he continued to undress, peeling off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly cut chest for a guy in his mid-30’s. “I still don’t own a dance belt and I’ve been doing this for almost 20 years.” “How do you get away with that?”I asked him while slipping on my next pair. “With this,” He said, motioning to his mid-section while undoing his drawstring and letting his sweats drop in a puddle at his feet. Unaware of what he was doing I turned and looked at the very moment his pants slid down, and my jaw dropped almost to my feet. “Jockstraps are just as good for me most of the time, and they don’t ride up into a super wedgie like dance belts do.” Neal should have been the one safe person for me to be in here with, but standing only 4 feet away from him now, unable to peel my eyes away from his giant bulge held back by a white athletic supporter, I was suddenly aware of just how naïve I’d been. Here I’d been treating him like an asexual mentor, and he was secretly concealing a fuzzy, muscled, horse-hung, sex god under his track pants and cotton pullovers. “Pete? Peter? Yo earth to Pete!” He snapped his fingers bringing me back to reality so quickly I caught my foot in my pants and fell forward into his naked chest. “Whoa boy, I thought you were more coordinated than the average teen. Or has this suave dancer façade been nothing but an act?” “Sorry,” My mouth was dry and I couldn’t push away and turn around to try on the last pair of pants fast enough. “Just wasn’t expecting…” “What?” His voice sounded too close for my comfort, and send a shock down my spine that began stiffening my cock. “Oh, I get it. Grossed out by my flabby ass and fur.” “you forgot your bare ass in that jock,” my quip caused us both to laugh. “That’s more crack than even Lindsey Lohan could handle!” “Hurrying to finish, I dashed out before he stopped laughing and ran almost straight into the costumer. “How’d it fit?” Big enough for you?” She asked. “Big enough? You mean the pants! Yeah plenty big. All of them were just perfect.” I said trying to sound nonchalant while begging my hard on to go down. “Well you are not getting off that easy,” she said, pushing me back towards the dressing room. “go put the number one pick back on and lets see it so I can mark any alterations I need to make.” “But” “Go! And send Neal out in the grey suit if it fits okay!” and with that she opened the door and pushed me back in, right past Neal who was passing me in the very grey suit she had mentioned. “So what do you think? Too tight in the inseam?” She asked as the door shut behind me. Quick before they finished I ducked around the wall with every pair of pants she’d given me and into the rest room part of the dressing area. Tossing the pants on the counter, I dropped my shorts whipped out my cock and began stroking. Just as I was about to cum I heard the door open and Neal re-enter, with instructions to try on the tweed and come back out. Shoving my cock back in my briefs, I picked up a random pair of slacks and slid them on, fastening them with the head of my dick trapped between my abs and the waist band. “There you are!” Neal announced as he rounded the wall, the costumer close behind. “Pam was wondering if you got lost so we came looking for you. Looks like a good fit Pam, so how bout letting me and the kid change into option two?” “The waist is pulling weird,” pam said as she began towards me. “Do we need to take it out a little?” “NO!” I shouted with such gusto it stopped Pam in her tracks. “No, sorry, just wearing the wrong underwear today. It is perfect.” “Wrong underwear?” Pam turned to Neal with a puzzled look. “Yeah, kid forgot to wear a dance belt,” Neal explained while trying on another suit coat over his bare chest. “Can you please step out so I can put on the suit you keep claiming you need to see me in?” “Fine.” Pam turned the corner and went to the door. “Buncha babies can’t get dressed with a girl in the room, I’ll step outside.” “Finally,” My voice revealed a little too much of my desperation for her to leave. “She can be such a knit-picker, even after 3 fittings!” “Seriously Pete,” Neal agreed with my excuse. “Spends hours trying to make my inseam fit just right and can’t make it so my zipper will work. Can you help me out with this?” “With your zipper?” My eyes came to rest on the bulge I previously ignored, wondering if he had to wear loose slacks or sweats all the time to keep it from looking obscene. “Yeah, it is stuck half way down and I can’t get it to keep going,” He added, oblivious to my depraved gaze. “Can you get down there and see if it is caught on my shirt or something?” With a nod I took two steps and lowered myself to the ground. Hands trembling I reached out and took hold of the metal zip, tugging a few times with no luck. “Maybe if I unbutton them,” and he did just that. “Now give it a good tug.” And I did, causing the jeans to slip and pull the jockstrap down with them. Without a thought I kept pulling down but Neal caught his waist just in time to stop the impending nudity, giving me a glimpse of his dark brown straight pubes leading right up to where they meet his cock, but not quite revealing it. “Whoa there buddy,” He said as he pulled his pants back on. “I guess I know what they got caught on! Better let me fix these bad boys. Mind stepping back into the changing section so I can take these off and see what’s wrong?” “Sure,” my cock throbbed as I turned to go around the wall, catching a glimpse of his fuzz-covered ass in the mirror right before cleared the partition and found myself alone again. Listening to him curse at the zipper I walked over to his discarded sweats and lifted them to my face while my other hand undid my trousers and fished out my cock. One deep inhale and suddenly I was exploding. Streams of cum escaping my dickhead while an image of Neal in his jock filled my head. Tossing a few paper towel on the cum spots I used my feet to wipe up while slipping into the second pair of pants. Just in time, Pam burst in and Neal rounded the corner, neither one any wiser about my illicit jerk session. As I packed up to leave after final dress rehearsal a dozen or so days later, Pam spotted me and pulled me aside. Some notes had already been passed along, but she wanted to ask me privately to make sure I went out and got a dance belt before the show opened the next night. Sensing my discomfort, she recommended a specialty men’s clothing store not too far from the theatre and told me to tell them what I needed when I arrived. I explained that I didn’t have my own car these days, and she got a smile on her face. “No problem!” She began walking me towards the dressing rooms. “One of the other guys needs one too and I’m sure he could give you a ride if you need.” Unfamiliar with who was in which dressing room since moving from the rehearsal space into the actual theatre, I didn’t realize who’s door she was knocking at until it opened. “Hey Pam, Pete, what can I do for you?” My heart sank as Pam explained to Neal that I was also needing a dance belt for the show and would he mind giving me a ride there the next morning before call. “No problem, just text me your address and I’ll pick you up around 9.” I considered not texting him the address to avoid the embarrassment of him seeing where I lived. Not because it was some dump, because it was actually a beautiful house in the suburbs. No I didn’t want him to see it because as soon as he did he’d know that no teenage could afford living there unless it was his parent’s house. Finally I decided I’d meet him in front of the apartment complex a few blocks away, when the house phone rang and my mom picked it up. Just as I was about to press send, I heard her say “The blue house on the corner, thanks Neal, we’ll see you at 9.” “Who was that?” I shouted down to her from my room. “That was a guy from the show looking for you,” She called back, nonchalantly. “He said you both need to pick up some dance equipment before the show today and offered you a ride. Turns out he had no idea you live at home. You must be acting pretty mature at rehearsals because when I answered he asked if I was your girlfriend. Isn’t that sweet?” “What did you tell him?” I begged of her as I flew down the stairs, two at a time, screeching to a stop in front of her. “Nothing embarrassing,” she smiled and handed me my coat. “I just explained that I’m your mom and we really appreciate the ride since I have work and your dad is taking your sister to a piano lesson.” I cringed and slunk back to my room to finish getting dressed. Bad enough he now knew I am still stuck at home with my folks, but now he would probably think of me as some sort of baby-faced, mama’s boy who has to get rides from his parents and be home before curfew or something. I wondered if opening night was too late to call and quit my first professional acting gig. Just in case I could avoid him being asked in to meet everyone, I texted Neal my cell number so he could tell me when he was close. When my phone buzzed at 9, I threw on my coat, grabbed my bag and ran out the door before my parents could see me. Rushing down the drive I ducked under some bushes to avoid having to open the gate and ran up along side Neal’s car. “Hey bud,” He reached across and opened the door for me, patting me on the back as I slid into his ride. “Got everything you need?” “Yeah let’s go,” I smiled a fake smile and began making small talk to avoid any questions he might have about just how old I was. Pulling off the highway and into downtown was still new to me, having grown up in the suburbs, but Neal slid from lane to lane with no problems, finally parallel parking like he did it all the time (which he probably did since he worked down here full time as an actor). Hopping out, he led the way to the front door of a small, unassuming shop, tucked between a large bar and an upscale clothing boutique. My eyes took a second to adjust when he ushered me into the dimly-lit entryway. Now indoors, I was shocked to see men’s undergarments from floor to ceiling, adorning mannequins and featured on buff models in photo spreads. Neal took point again, walk past me up to the counter and hitting the bell. Almost immediately a handsome man around My Dad’s age appeared from behind a curtain and asked what he could do for us. “My friend and I are in the show opening tonight across the street,” he said with no ego. “and we both need underwear with the necessary support for us to dance in, without creating any pantylines under our costumes.” “Certainly,” The man seemed to know exactly what we meant and called into the back room for someone named David. “Let me take you to those items and then David and I will help with the fitting.” Gesturing to follow, he stepped around the desk and briskly made his way down a flight of stairs into a much bigger room, with more varieties of undies on every surface. As we passed some truly bizarre pairs, Neal grabbed one from the wall and wrapped it around his neck and feigned choking. We both laughed for a second until the clerk cleared his throat and pointed out two dressing rooms, one for each of us. “If you wouldn’t mind stepping inside and disrobing, David will be along to take some measurements in a moment and I’ll be back with some choices of styles, colors and materials.” The man turned to go before pausing and turning back. “By the way, I am Edward if you need anything.” “I guess we should get undressed,” Neal said, pulling back the curtain to his dressing area and stepping inside. I followed suit and began to slowly peel away my coat and shirt, when I realized there was something missing from this dressing room. “Hey Pete does your dressing room have any-” “Mirrors?” I completed his thought. “Not one, guess we’re supposed to use the big one out in the main area.” David appeared moments later and walked right into my dressing room. He was obviously annoyed that I still had my pants on and dropped to his knees to pull them and my briefs off. Even with the handsome 20ish muscle guy running a measuring tape around my waist, thighs, hips and up my groin, I was too nervous to get hard, thanking God that it wasn’t too cold though. After writing a few things down, David stepped back into the main area and left my curtain open, pointing to something on his clipboard and nodding when Edward pointed to something else. With that he pulled back the curtain to Neal’s area and I wished to heck they weren’t right next to each other so I could have seen if he’d stripped all the way down or only to his undies. For the next twenty minutes or so, Edward brought me pair after pair of dance belts, but much nicer than any I’d ever seen. Finally I had worn it down to two choices, a flesh tone style with high sides and a nice soft pouch, and a black silky pair with an elastic band around the cock and wider waist band to help keep it in place. “Step out and take a look.” Edward said when he slid the flesh tone pair up my legs. My nerves were diminishing and Edward’s forceful tone had me thinking of baseball and fat chicks to keep myself flaccid. Opening the curtain, I was surprised to see Neal on the platform in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but a royal blue dance belt with a drawstring around the pouch to help keep things inside. If anything, his bulge looked bigger today than it had before. “Oh shit, Pete,” Neal turned red and spun around, dashing into his dressing room. “Didn’t realize you were stepping out so soon.” “No problem Neal,” I responded laughing at his reaction. “It’s only slightly less than you were wearing the first time we changed together.” We laughed and I stepped onto the platform and marveled at how manly I looked. My muscle mass had increased quite a bit since I’d begun training for this show, and the baby fat I used to carry around my love handles and pecs was all but gone since I’d been dancing so much. I thought I looked hot, but the faces of the two clerks said otherwise. “Try the black and I will go find on more I think you should see,” Edward said as David shooed me back into the dressing room. Expecting him to leave, I was shocked as he whipped the flesh pair down to my feet and held out the black for me to slip into. This time when he got it to my groin, my nerves were forgotten and my cock began to harden, aided when he grasped the base firmly, ran his fingers under my balls and tucked the whole thing into the black pouch. Running his fingers along the sides to make sure the sides lay right, he stopped as they met, right by my sensitive butt hole. Hearing the other curtain pull aside, I could just see a glimpse of Neal’s back as David stepped out to take a look at the other customer’s choice. Unaware that he’d left the curtain open an inch, I snuck forward and peeked out to see what Neal was wearing. My cock went from tentatively hardening, to full on hard-on when I saw Neal’s massive meat encased in white cotton so thin I could see the ridge of his cock head and a vein working its way down the shaft. David gave Neal a thumb’s up and Neal returned to his room. Absent mindedly stroking my own dick in the black pair, I forgot about Edward’s return until my curtain was thrust open once more and Edward led me up onto the platform. “Not bad,” He said with no hint of disgust or intrigue. My dick was fully hard and causing the black material to poke out obscenely, even creating a wet spot where the tip was leaking precum. “But I think these will work better.” Pulling me back into the dressing room, Edward reached into my pouch and grasped my hard cock firmly, while pulling off the black belt. Not letting go until I stepped free of the black one, Edward finally held open a new pair with a wide black belt, attached to a red pouch, which was attached to two red elastic bands that each made a small loop. Looking confused, Edward showed me to put my leg into the belt first then a loop for each on until they reached the top. Once there he grasped my hard cock once more and slid it and my balls through a small hole in the first layer of fabric in the pouch, giving me tons of extra support around my crotch with nothing touching my ass. He explained that this pair had a built in c-ring for added support, but the tiny leg straps were practically invisible under clothes. Now harder than ever, he tucked my dick back up under the waist band, leaving my bulge quite full but not so obviously stiff. I felt so naked I grabbed my shirt off the floor and tucked it around me and not a moment too soon. Ripping back the curtain, Edward was pushing me out to the mirror. I was surprised to see Neal standing on the platform in a red pair that looked like briefs at the front and a thong in back. Both of stammered for something to say as I took a spot next to him, before he finally spit it out. “Seems only fair I see you bare ass,” he said slapping my butt, “since you’ve seen me that way!” I dropped my shirt a little bit giving him a glimpse at mylily white cheeks, we laughed and the clerks ushered us back to our separate rooms. Once inside I agreed with Edward that this was the best pair for me, but asked if there was one with a fly incase I needed to pee and didn’t have time to release myself from the ring in the pair I had on. Reaching out, he took the top of the pair I had on and peeled back a Velcro piece, allowing the entire front section to roll down and reattach at the bottom, leaving my cock hanging free while still through the ring. “Would you like to see anything else today?” He inquired, before unzipping his own slacks and letting them fall open to reveal a similar pair on him, but made of leather and without any cloth to cover his thick uncut 8 inches. I nodded yes and reached for his thick cock, stroking it as he returned the favor. Pressing my body against the wall by the curtain he peeled away the closest edge so I could see Neal now wearing a crisp white jockstyle belt while David stood back and judged. Looking past them I caught a reflection of my face, chest and cock, being stroked by a meaty older man’s hand and felt a thick finger pierce my ass hole and force itself in two knuckles deep and I lost control. I stifled my cry of pleasure by throwing my head into Edward’s chest and began to cum, stream after stream soaking his cotton oxford shirt and soft wool and silk pants. Simultaneously I could feel Edward’s load shoot out over my dick and thighs. Pulling his chest away, he leaned in and kissed my lips before telling me to get dressed. He looked outside the tiny room and once he was sure the coast was clear he ran off, while I got dressed and waited for Neal. We left about 5 minutes later, making our way to the main floor to pay for our purchases. When Neal asked me where mine was, I told him I decided to wear it to the show. In actuality I had been unable to find my briefs anywhere and, assuming Edward took them to wipe up with, I decided to wear them so any rogue cum drop wouldn’t leave a mark on my pants. Neal was holding his in his hand, and from what I could tell it was one of the white pairs I had seen before, but I couldn’t see which. At the desk, I paid for mine using a credit card I had no idea how I was going to pay off, but luckily Edward (now with a jacket over his shirt and tie) gave me a big discount. Neal paid next and seemed unfazed by the price, whatever it was. As we left I made sure to accidentally leave my ball cap behind, and ran back to get it, sliding my number to Edward before leaving. Opening night was a rousing success and due to some very quick changes I had to make, I was given a private dressing room right off the stage so no one ever saw my new dance belt. By the curtain call, the whole cast ready to get out of there, which meant drinks for most and calling for a ride home for me. “Gonna come out with us for a drink?” I turned at the sound of Neal’s voice. “It should be fun.” “Wish I could,” I said, walking with him toward the parking lot. Rather than further embarrass myself I figured I’d be ambiguous. “Sadly I have to get home and get some stuff done tonight, otherwise I would.” “What is so important you have to skip out on your first professional opening night?” He asked, clapping a hand around my shoulder and pulling me in to his side. The heat coming off of him was almost as intoxicating as the smell of his cologne and sweat, causing me to falter before I could come up with another excuse. “Just come out and have a couple drinks and you can still be home in time for Matlock, okay Grandma?” “Sounds fun but I am not old enough to drink,” I hated admitting it, but it might give me an out. “Sorry, forgot about that.” Neal loosened his arm hold as we walked, but kept it around my shoulders, and it felt nice. “But you can still have a couple tonight if you want. We got a full bar and buffet set up at Jim’s (the director) house, and I live only a few houses down from him so you can crash at my place if you’re too drunk to drive home.” “I dunno Neal,” I wanted to go but was nervous about spending time with everyone and having nothing in common. “I really do have things to get done tonight.” “If you really need to get home tonight then you can come for an hour and then you can drive my car home,” he said, defeating my defenses. “Chances are I will walk back to my place anyway once I decide I’ve had enough. Then tomorrow you can give me a ride to the show and bring my car back.” “Really?” My mind was searching for another excuse but this way I could hang out for a little while, then get home without any one worrying, and check out where Neal and Jim lived. “Okay, but I can’t stay too long.” “I know, I know,” he smiled and walked us over to his car. “You have things to do.” Pulling up outside the house I tried my hardest to seem nonchalant, but inside I was going nuts. Here we were in one of the snootiest neighborhoods in town, pulling up to the cast party for the biggest show of the year so far, and not only was I in it, but I was walking in with the star. It never occurred to me that the party would have more than just cast, but everywhere I looked I saw the local elite. Some famous, most rich, all classy. Lucky for me, Neal was pulled away as soon as we entered, so he could schmooze some big wig producers. Meanwhile the other chorus members grabbed me and pulled me out on the patio where there was a dance floor set up and lots of waiters walking around with champagne. After a few glasses and a few dances, we all decided to check out the digs, and snuck off to see the rest of the house. The ensemble guys and girls were all older than I was, some by a few years, some by a decade, but I was having a great time, especially when one of them absconded with a bottle of expensive vodka and we all snuck into Jim’s screening room to do shots. I’d forgotten all about going home when some of the others decided to go back out and dance some more. A few of the chorus boys who were fresh out of college wanted to see the bedrooms, and asked me along so I joined them. Turns out they were only looking for dirt about Neal and why we’d been hanging out so much. I laughed it off and explained that we were carpool buddies, which put it to rest, until we came upon Neal in Jim’s study and he asked to join us. The other guys were pretty drunk (although I was not far behind) and couldn’t help themselves when they noticed Neal joking with me. “So what’s all this?” One of the guys asked us. “Pete says you’re just carpool buddies, but I heard you two went shopping together and shit.” “yeah we did,” Neal said. “So? Is it too far-fetched to think we could be friends?” “But are you only friends,” the guy slurred. “Or maybe something more?” “Yeah we’ve all heard the rumors about you,” another guy added. “and you can date as many singers and ingénues as you want, but lots of your friends seem to be young guys like us.” “Well, not to fret Gents,” Neal smiled. “I promise not to make any of you my friends. Wouldn’t want any nasty rumors floating around, now would we?” “Besides,” I jumped in, feeling defensive. “If I was sleeping with the star don’t you think I’d have a bigger part?” Everyone laughed at that, even though I was being serious. “Truth is I don’t have a car and he was nice enough to gimme a ride. End of story.” With that, they dropped the subject although I am sure they had some doubts. Truth is, I had some too. Doubts about my ability to control myself around Neal, especially after hearing he might like young dudes like me. A few hours of hanging out and dancing and suddenly the party was ending. I went to get my coat when one of the actresses who had a supporting role, Lisa, grabbed me and told me to follow her. Up some stairs and past a set of glass doors and suddenly we were on a gorgeous veranda. Seated on some comfy couches around a low, glass table were the director Jim, choreographer Steele, the leading lady Rebecca , one of the chorus guys Mark, Neal and now Lisa and me. Taking a seat by Mark, I asked him what was going on, but he just shrugged and told me to “go with the flow.” Pretending like I wasn’t totally out of my league, I listened to the conversation and sipped on a cocktail handed to me by Jim before he went to retrieve something he referred to as “party favors.” Immediately I recognized the smell coming from his pipe as weed, having grown up with a hippy grandma. I’d only tried it once before, but when the pipe was passed to me I took a bigger hit than I should have and almost choked to death. Everyone got a kick out of it, but I wasn’t embarrassed since Lisa and Steele both did the same thing. Pretty soon we’d finished a couple bowls and I was melting into the sofa. Lost in thoughts of how hot Neal and Mark and Steele were, I didn’t hear when Jim asked me a question. “I said: what do you think of your first show?” He asked again. “Seems good to me.” I said, causing another round of laughs. “Got nothing to compare it to.” “Good point,” Mark said, moving in closer and patting me on the knee, before leaving his hard there to rub from my knee up and down my thigh. “Maybe I should ask you what YOU think of MY first show?” I said, feeling very deep. “I’d say you are doing an amazing job,” Steele interjected. Tall tan and ripped I found Steele to be hotter than hot and was flattered by his statement. “You’re keeping up with dudes who’ve been doing this for years and you’re only in high school.” “No shit!” Lisa piped in. “You’re in high school? I knew you looked young but damn man that’s impressive.” “I’m not in high school, I graduated early.” I tried to argue the point but it was futile. “It’s not like I’m 12 or anything.” “No one is saying that,” Rebecca, always the mature voice, chimed in. “We are just impressed at what you can do at this age. Just think about all the things you will accomplish before you’re 21.” “Yeah plus he is fucking ripped,” Neal’s comment made my dick jump despite the booze and pot flowing through me. “Dude’s got killer abs and a butt that makes sales clerks get hard ons.” “Please,” My mouth responded before my brain could catch up. “if anyone made that guy hard, it was you!” Realizing what I said, I turned bright red and tried to morph into the same color as the couch. The crowd took no notice of it and continued chatting about my looks and Neal’s, expanding from there into the rest of the cast. 20 minutes passed when Rebecca decided to call it a night and Steele, Mark and Lisa were heatedly discussing who was the hottest guy in the show. Jim walked Rebecca out while Lisa made her argument for the guy playing her love interest. “Sure he is cute,” Steele interjected. “But he is nowhere near as ripped as either of the two boys sitting on the couch.” “Thank you Steele!” Mark responded. “I’d argue that it comes down to either me, Greg (the dance captain) or Peter here. Who do you think is hottest?” “You,” I said, my eyes locking with Neal’s. Mark didn’t see that and assumed I meant him, and leaned over and kissed me before I could stop him. As stoned as I was I just giggled and covered my face with my hands, all while Mark’s hand had moved to my inner thigh and up closer to my crotch. “If you’re so hot,” Jim said, reappearing through the glass doors with another pipe in his hands. “then prove it Mark. Give us a show.” This was met with applause from Lisa, Steele, Neal and eventually, me. Once I joined in, he agreed, but told us he needed some place with better lighting. So the party moved inside to the upstairs tv room. While Mark went through Jim’s giant collection of mp4s on the house stereo system, Jim loaded a different looking bowl and took a hit before handing it to Steele and Lisa. When it got to me, I looked at it with no idea what it was before giving in and asking. “It’s tina.” Jim replied, still not making any sense to me. “Ya know, crystal?” I still wasn’t 100% sure and decided I was too fucked up as it was and passed it along to Mark who was once again seated next to me. Mark took a big hit from the pipe and then stood up and took off his shirt, revealing tight abs, firm pecs and an entirely unblemished torso except for an eagle tattoo on his right shoulder blade. He moved to the stereo to continue selecting while Lisa and Steele teased him about his tattoo. Before I realized it, the pipe had come back around but now Neal was sitting beside me, smiling and holding the pipe. “Give it a try Pete,” He whispered while the others paid no attention. “It feels really good.” “I am too fucked up already,” I argued, but leaned in closer to share in the whispering. “if I get any higher I’ll forget myself entirely.” “You talk like that’s a bad thing. Sometimes forgetting yourself is the only way to find what you really need.” He said while coming so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Just let me light it for you and take a hit. I promise it won’t make you feel bad, it might even make you feel better.” Looking at his strong chiseled face, I lost control. Clicking and sparking, the lighter burst into a small flame which Neal held to the bottom of the bowl. Clouds of white mist formed and swirled in the round end of the pipe. Neal nodded and I leaned forward and began to suck in the sour, white smoke. “Blow it in my mouth,” Neal instructed. We both leaned in and my lips grazed his as they opened, blowing the smoke into his mouth until I ran out, then pressing into his for a kiss. Pulling away I felt my world get brighter, and my mind get less foggy. While Neal took a hit, I started to remember where we were and what was happening. Suddenly his lips were on mine again and I was taking a shot gun from him, followed by a longer kiss, including a teasing with our tongues. Standing, he walked the pipe to Jim, who seemed to be torn between watching us and the other three. Looking over to see what they were up to, I wondered when I missed mark stripping down to his yellow and green bikini briefs, and when had Lisa and Steele both become topless. I laughed when Lisa made a joke about Mark’s dancing, which suddenly reminded him I was there. Bringing me the pipe, he straddled my legs and took my hand and placed it on his abs. Hitting it himself while I felt his ripped stomach, he took his time before tentatively trying to hand it to me. Neal was back next to me now, and told me to hold it to my lips while Mark lit it. I did what he asked and got an even bigger hit this time, which Mark tried to bend over and suck from my lips, but lost his balance and had to slide off of me onto the couch cushion instead. “Show us what you got Mark!” Lisa called out, now sitting on Steele’s lap, with Jim behind them, taking turns feeling her breasts and his chest. Never one to give up on a challenge, Mark pulled Neal and I over onto the loveseat next to the other three and turned on some music. Unfamiliar with the song, all I could tell you is it consisted of some pop star begging for someone to do things to her, with a very repetitive beat and overpowering baseline. He had some impressive moves, but he seemed to be trying really hard to turn me on by acting feminine, and all it did was turn me off. After a few minutes, Steele pushed Lisa off his lap and wanted to show Mark “how it’s done.” Switching over to the first techno-ish house music he could find he proved what an amazing athlete he is with all sorts of gymnastic moves, while stripping down to a black and gold pair of thong style undies. Even more cut than Mark, Steele was also much manlier and had no problem getting me hard in my pants. Steele tried passing it on to Jim, but he was too busy with his hand down Lisa’s skirt and Marks tongue playing with Jim’s dick through the material of his baggy boxer shorts. “Peter,” Jim said. “Show us what you got.” “Yeah Pete,” Neal said quietly. “I want to see what you got without a shirt in the way.” Taking a hit from the pipe, I felt bold, so I stood up, walked to the stereo and hunted for something to dance to. Originally thinking of something modern I stopped when “feelin’ good” by Sinatra popped up. As the opening strains began I turned around and slowly undid my shirt until it fell at my feet. Sliding in on and around the others on the loveseats, I somehow had them all watching me, frozen and focused entirely on my pants as I stepped onto the coffee table and worked them down my thighs, pulling a blanket off an armchair and using that to slowly uncover more and more of me until the climactic key change where I dropped the blanket. Left only in my special new undies, I twisted and turned and worked my way over to Neal, letting him reach out and brush fingers over my firm smooth butt and around over my cloth covered cock and balls. Just when I could tell all five were buzzing for me to finish I undid the Velcro and rolled down my pouch, until my hard 7 and a half inch dick popped against my abs, drooling precum down onto the floor. “Definitely the hottest,” Mark said before Jim shoved his mouth back down onto his now exposed dick. “Fuck yeah school boy,” Steele added while sliding his dick out of his thong and rubbing it over Lisa’s pussy. “I’m gonna get some of that ass tonight!” “Jim, where is the tina I brought over earlier?” Neal stopped me as I moved to join them on the couch. “In my room in the bedside table,” Jim said between moans as he face fucked Mark and felt up Steele’s ass as it slammed into Lisa’s cunt. “Pete and I are gonna go get it.” Pulling me behind him, Neal dragged me out of the tv room, down the hall and into a large bedroom, adorned with dark wood walls and a huge bed. Sitting me on the bed, Neal pulled open the bedside drawer and brought out another pipe, a bag full of crystals and a small torch. He loaded it, handed it to me and explained how to melt it, then started to hurriedly strip. When I finally got it melted and took a hit, I looked back at him just as he slid his jeans off. All he was wearing now was my briefs from that morning, and they were stretched to the maximum. Handing him the pipe, I worked to get his cock and balls through the fly while he smoked. Finally freed, his cock stood at least two inches longer than mine and was thicker than a peppermill. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” I wanted to lie as I always had and say no when he asked, but instead I just nodded yes. “I can tell. Only a virgin could see that cock and still be laying there.” “Your only job right now is to hit this,” he said, indicating the pipe he was handing me, then dropping to his knees, spreading my legs and munching my ass cheeks. I moaned and took a big hit and moaned and took another hit, and moaned and went on until I was writhing in ecstacy. Once I could take no more, Neal pounced on top of me and told me to get my hands on his cock. While I stroked it, he reached behind me and worked a shard of tina up inside me. “That burns,” I whined and wriggled as he worked some lube into my ass with it. “Good,” Neal smiled and pumped his meat into my fists. “I want to be sure you know that my dick is not meant for little boys like you. You need to feel some pain so you can understand that is nothing compared to what is going to happen. This is your last chance to say no, back down, and go back in there and try one of those average size dicks. Once you agree to stay, I will take that cherry and there will be no going back, understand me?” For a second I stopped and wondered if I was really able to do this? All I could see when I looked at my hands was a dick that I could just barely get my fingers around, long enough to fit through both and still leave a few inches uncovered, and it scared me. But then I glanced up and my eyes caught Neal’s gaze and I remembered how it felt being with him, what he was risking by being with me, and what it felt like with his hand on my shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere.” With that declaration, he tucked my legs back behind my shoulders and poured some lube on his cock. Pulling a small bottle off the side table, he unscrewed the cap and held it to his nose and inhaled. Moving it to my nose, I followed his lead and held it in. My head started swimming and I saw stars as his cock head moved in and pushed against my tight sphincter. In only seconds, but what felt like hours, it breached the hole and sunk inch by inch until slowly, and surely he worked it balls deep. I was in horrible pain, but I had nowhere to run. Hanging on for dear life, he began pulling out and pushing back in, fucking me in ernest, until we were up to a good clip. My eyes were screwed shut until I felt him lean in and kiss me, awakening me to his presence. Suddenly I relaxed a little and his cock managed to go deeper, pressing something so deep inside me that I felt orgasms exploding from every finger tip, eyelash and arm hair. Each sensation was 1000 stronger than my best jerk off session, and I forgot all about the pain just as he reached full speed. “Fuck Pete you’re so….tight…fuck!” Neal growled to me while working himself into a frenzy. I could feel my own balls contracting and knew he was getting close to. Pulling him down against me, his hairy abs stroked my smooth cock and almost hairless cock until I couldn’t hold back and screamed out. “You’re making me cum!!!” My dick exploded, coating us in teen semen, which pushed Neal over the edge. “I’m making you a man! Here it is boy, your last innocent moment. Now you are nothing but a sow to be bred by every bull that can seed you. I’m cumming!” His dick swelled so big that it somehow passed its previous record and unloaded a gallon of cum past my body and into my spirit. As high as I was, I still felt the exact moment his man seed spilled into my soul and made me crave cum for ever after. We laid on the bed, locked together for awhile after that, until my ass began to seek more cum and started to milk his dick again. That was only the first part of a night of surrendering to seeking seed, of a year of discovering my desire for deep deposits, and a lifetime of accepting my addition for any and all anal.
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My accidental night…(fiction) I was driving in a snowstorm and went off the road. There was no one around anywhere, no cell service, I was freezing and totally fucked. So I decided to walk towards a small shopping center, I was not prepared so I was freezing. Nothing was open except for a video store. So I walked in and asked if I could use the phone, I called a tow truck and they said it wouldn’t be until tomorrow since there was a huge accident on the main highway that was getting cleaned up. Fuck me. I ask the guy if there are any motels around, he said no, but there is a bathhouse that rents rooms for the night. I sigh, where is it? I ask. He says it’s attached to the building but you have to walk around the side of the building. I thank him and walk over. I walk in and it smells like chlorine. I ask if there are rooms and how much? The guy at the window says, 20 bucks. I say ok. I ask if there is a dryer I could use, the guy says bring me your wet clothes and I will dry them for you. I am grateful and thank him. The place is empty. I take my key and towel and quickly hit the room and lock the door behind me. Room is simple but it will do. I stripped down and wrapped myself in the towel and climb into bed to warm up. I dozed off and woke to a knock on the door, I jump up and ask who it is… Its John from the front desk, I open the door and it’s the guy, now wrapped in a towel. Where are your clothes? I am leaving soon and want to dry them for you before I head out. I thank him again and hand him the clothes. Be right back he says. A few minutes later he returns, closes the door, and asks what happened, I tell him and he says the accident would have made me sit in the car, so maybe its divine intervention. I laugh. Come with me to the sauna, there is no one here, so its ours. I say sure, and he loosens his towel and tightens it again, I get a glimpse of his cock, impressive, about 6 inches soft. He leads the way to the sauna, feels good in here I say. We chat more and he tells me he has to get home soon but knows the roads are still closed. Thirsty he asks? I say yes, be right back, he leaves and comes back with a couple waters. I grab mine and drink half the bottle right away. I lean back and its quiet, I feel light headed from the heat, he moves close to me and says, yeah its really hot in here. I guess a few others came in since I came now and were in the room. I heard him talking to them but didn’t know what was being said. Drink up bud, its hot, then we will go to the couch room and chill. I drink the rest and he helps me walk to the room, but we never make it, I start to fade out. I wake up in a sling, shackled in, unable to move, ass wide open. I suddenly feel something sharp in my hole, I feel it shoved in hard, I moan, its ok bud, its just a booty bump to help you loosen up, with that he shoved his finger deep in my ass, I feel the scratching deep in me and then a warm feeling in my ass. That should take quick since I cleaned him out before we put him in here. He then shoves his cock deep, all 9 thick inches. I start begging to be fucked. He laughs, oh we will. I glance around and there are about 12 guys in line. Each of them were sporting a biohazard tat in the same spot. We are initiating you to the club, you will have this tattoo as well. I get fucked by these guys multiple times, I am there 8 hours and just constantly fucked. My ass is dripping. Cleaning cocks that were in me. They take me out of the sling and put me on a filthy mattress, there is a guy on his back and they order me to ride him. A hot black guy with an 11 inch cock, the other guys pick me up and impale me with his cock. The then lean me over him and he starts fucking me, another guy comes up from behind and rams his cock in my ass, ripping me open, the black guy laughs out loud, awh did that hurt bitch? And fucks me harder, as does the other guy. I am the president of this club he tells me and I might take you as my own. With that he tells the other guy to get off and he flips me onto my back and fucks me like no one ever has. Hmmm I like you, he grabs a little box, opens it and finds the biggest rock, he pulls out shoves the rock in my ass and fucks it all the way in. He pounds me and stops, he cum’s, then fucks me again. This went on for a few hours. One final huge load, I couldn’t believe his stamina. He was a beauty however. I was coming down off my high. He told me he wanted to see me later that day. So I went to his place and he had a nice little dinner waiting, but he was naked and wanted to load me up before, during and after dinner. I gleefully obliged. I became his little PNP whore, I was his, we were together. I was at the gym with him everyday and I was in his bed every night, he also lent me out to his friends. Fully charged with lots of plus sign tattoos on my ass for the amount of poz loads I have taken. Worst night changed my life, and I will never regret it.
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28 years old white sub cumdump will be visiting Dallas from April 6-13 staying at La Quinta Inn in the Uptown area. Would love to set up a group or gangbang if possible. Is anybody interested? -
This is the thing, I do love fuck and being fucked bareback, the cum makes me go crazy, I love it. But I don't do poppers or any other kind of drugs (except marihuana but not for sex, just recreational) I find that most of the times when hooking up online ppl want to do drugs , or ask if I do, is that the common rule? am I missing something? or am I not really kinky? even though I do consider myself a cum pig just curious, and I'd like to know other people's opinion. -
hey, want to be a party sissy cumdump...more the merrier....NYC here slammed whore begging to be dicked down be the dozen...party me up, tie me down, and have your way with me.
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Fulfill My Group Party Sex Fantasy I have had some Group Party Sex with a small group of friends and think its HOT. I have a Fantasy to have a group of College Guys Party and get into some Hot Action outside my home area. Depending on the Location and Guys I am willing to Travel and even get Accomodations for a long weekend (3 days) The location should be in a place our actions will go either un-noticed or be acceptable. A motel Mini Suite/Deluxe Room, Private Home or even Bathhouse/Sex Club would work. An ideal mix of guys would include at least 1 True Blonde, 1 Redhead & 1 Tall Guy over 6'3" all others Under 30. The Group can be the same all weekend or can change during the weekend as long as a couple guys stay all weekend. Send Age Stats Pics and other info Email: HotFunGuyUnc@ymail.com SKYPE: HotFunGuyUnc99
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Fulfill My Fantasy I have had some Group Party Sex with a small group of friends and think its HOT. I have a Fantasy to have a group of College Guys Party and get into some Hot Action outside my home area. Depending on the Location and Guys I am willing to Travel and even get Accomodations for a long weekend (3 days) The location should be in a place our actions will go either un-noticed or be acceptable. A motel Mini Suite/Deluxe Room, Private Home or even Bathhouse/Sex Club would work. An ideal mix of guys would include at least 1 True Blonde, 1 Redhead & 1 Tall Guy over 6'3" all others Under 30. The Group can be the same all weekend or can change during the weekend as long as a couple guys stay all weekend. Send Age Stats Pics and other info Email: HotFunGuyUnc@ymail.com SKYPE: HotFunGuyUnc99
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Hey there, I'm going to be visiting Berlin from March 4th(Wed) until the 9th. Staying in Schoneberg, and looking for as much fun as possible. Bottom looking for Tops/Vers dude who'd like to meet up, hang out, visit some of the sites, or just plain fuck. Let me know if there is any interest, you can check my profile out for pics, my blogs for what I'm into, or message me directly. Thanks
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Fulfill My Fantasy I have had some Group Party Sex with a small group of friends and think its HOT. I have a Fantasy to have a group of College Guys Party and get into some Hot Action outside my home area. Depending on the Location and Guys I am willing to Travel and even get Accomodations for a long weekend (3 days) The location should be in a place our actions will go either un-noticed or be acceptable. A motel Mini Suite/Deluxe Room, Private Home or even Bathhouse/Sex Club would work. An ideal mix of guys would include at least 1 True Blonde, 1 Redhead & 1 Tall Guy over 6'3" all others Under 30. The Group can be the same all weekend or can change during the weekend as long as a couple guys stay all weekend. *** Everyone should be OK with Drinking, Smoking, Party Favours ect. but Not expected to partake in them if they choose. Send Age Stats Pics and other info Email: HotFunGuyUnc@ymail.com SKYPE: HotFunGuyUnc99 -
Fulfill My Fantasy I have had some Group Party Sex with a small group of friends and think its HOT. I have a Fantasy to have a group of College Guys Party and get into some Hot Action outside my home area. Depending on the Location and Guys I am willing to Travel and even get Accomodations for a long weekend (3 days) The location should be in a place our actions will go either un-noticed or be acceptable. A motel Mini Suite/Deluxe Room, Private Home or even Bathhouse/Sex Club would work. An ideal mix of guys would include at least 1 True Blonde, 1 Redhead & 1 Tall Guy over 6'3" all others Under 30. The Group can be the same all weekend or can change during the weekend as long as a couple guys stay all weekend. *** Everyone should be OK with Drinking, Smoking, Party Favours ect. but Not expected to partake in them if they choose. Send Age Stats Pics and other info Email: HotFunGuyUnc@ymail.com SKYPE: HotFunGuyUnc99
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I was in Louisiana and I had just arrived for a three month project with my job, and I was cruising the sites trying to find some playmates in my new place. I am 38, white, 5’8” 160, in good shape, clean shaven, military cut brown hair, a very eager bottom pig and usually if I’m playing I am also slamming T - love to get fisted on T; I have done other chems, but nothing is better. I have been told I am a great cocksucker, love to get fisted deep and long, love dirty Dominant talk, into water sports, bondage, spanking etc. etc. I typically play in just a leather jockstrap as the guys I play with are not at all interested in my cock and I like it that way. Naturally on the passive side, I do tend to respond to whoever I’m with by being increasingly submissive as the guy I am with is increasingly Dominant. I have a pretty suggestive and slutty online profile - good pictures of my body and face, even some of me getting fucked and fisted. For an hour, I had been looking online this being my first Saturday evening in Louisiana. I had sent messages to three or four guys when I noticed there was a message in my inbox from a guy in Lafayette, a city about an hour from me. “Hi. I’m Leon, are you looking to get fucked tonight?” This Leon was not one of the guys I had sent messages to, so I checked out his profile and the description was pretty short: “44 year old total top guy in Lafayette who can host.” There were mostly “ask me” answers in his profile, his HIV status was poz, but I figured we would jsut fist, so no big probelm there. His picture showed that he was in shape and handsome, so I replied, “Really looking to get fisted...you into that?” “Sure" was his reply. I unlocked all my pictures, giving him my cell number inviting him to give me a call or text me. Five minutes later he called, and his voice was low and smooth as he asked, “Hi, this is Leon, are you Matt?” “Yes, hi!” I said, and we began to talk. His voice sounded gentle but commanding and firm and the sound of it tuned me on. I had seen his pics and stats, so I knew he was a tall (6’5” 245) good looking black man with a shaved head and a lot of tats on his arms and body that looked hot as hell. He did not have a pic of his cock, but I was sure he had one and I wasn’t too concerned about it. I could tell by how he talked he was witty, intelligent and self-confident. We exchanges pleasantries, talked about sexual likes and dislikes and we seemed to mesh so well it I was all I could do not do sound over-eager. He said he’d like to see me dressed in my leather stuff, which was fine with me. I asked him if he partied, and he said sometimes, but that he really got into fucking tweaked up bottoms, so if I wanted to, I could. I told him that I was really looking to suck his cock and get fisted, but loved to party while I get fisted. He said he had some stuff, but I told him I would bring my own. This impressed him - he said he runs into too many mooching little bottom sluts just looking for a bump. Then he got right down to business - “Come over now so I can start working your hole, pussyboy.” I told him I loved that kind of talk and he said good, and that he’d call me ‘pussyboy’ and hoped I would live up to the name. He gave me his address and I told him it was an hour to his place, but that I’d get there as soon as I could. I ended the call, and was so sexually aroused I could not think. I had recently acquired two eight balls of very large crystals of tina which I was not too eager to use up quickly, so I fixed three pretty strong points of about a third of a gram each and left the rest of the stash safely in my room. I put on my metal cock ring, leather jockstrap, harness and chaps which left my ass exposed; I opted for wrestling shoes rather than boots and also inserted a medium butt plug for the ride. I threw on a light jacket over it all and carried the rest of my toys and stuff to the car. It was a long hour knowing what was waiting for me on the other end of the trip, but at 8:00 PM I arrived at Leon’s place. The address was in a a somewhat rundown trailer park and the natty look of the place gave off a kind of sleazy aura which I liked. The trailers were so close to each other - people were going to hear us. The thought of that got me hot. I parked my car and made the short walk to his door in my harness, jock, chaps while I covered my exposed ass with my gym bag as I knocked. Leon opened the door, gave me a once over with his eyes and with a toothy smile invited me in. We stopped inside the door and our eyes met each other as he palmed the back of my head, pulling me to him to kiss me deep and intensely. He firmly pinched my nipple and I rubbed his crotch as we kissed. I thought that since we had not discussed his cock size that it was nothing remarkable, but as we made out, I could feel one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen (including in porn) straining at the jeans he was wearing. He was stroking my exposed hole as he held me. “Nice pussy, boy. Nice.” I met his finger with my hips and continued to suck on his tongue like it was a cock. He paused after a few minutes and asked, “You need to do anything before we start, pussyboy? You bring your party stuff?” “Yes, sir, I said, “I would like use the bathroom just to make sure I’m clean and then I could slam too.” “No,” he said, “and call me Daddy. You can go ahead and clean up, but don’t slam until I tell you to, understand, boy?” Softly I said, “Yes sir, Daddy.” Leon put his finger under my chin to lift my head, looked into my eyes and said, “I am hot to fuck your slutty ass, maybe even as hot as you are to get fucked. You’ll be just fine - just do what Daddy says. Got that bitch? All I could think of was, “Oh Shit, how am I going to keep him from barebacking me?" I knew better, but his strength and confidence mesmerized me. “Yes, Daddy.” In that quietly moment I completely submitted to this magnificent stud and I found I wanted his barecock and load even more. I bowed my head a bit and looked down in submission. He kept fingering my hole, softly but firmly putting me in my place, “I do like fuckin little white pussy boys like you, show you where the line is, how a real man fucks - oh, I know what you want - I know what a white fag like you wants. You just make sure you are always taking care of my cock, you got that pussyboy?” I began to respond to his Dominance, breathing heavily, I looked into his eyes and whispered, “Yes sir.” Trembling at the idea of what lay ahead, I went to bathroom and briefly cleaned out, using Leon’s well equipped shower. I dried off, popped a little lube in my hole and walked back into the bedroom. There was Leon, clothed and lying on the bed; his eyes motioned me over. I crawled up next to him, and he fitted a black leather collar around my neck and snapped a leash to it. “Now, he said, “undress me and suck my cock until tell you to stop. I mean to breed your ass first off, so get me hard.” I was scared to death, but I couldn’t help myself. I was fixated on him as he exuded sheer masculinity and I knew I would be taking my first bareback cock in 15 years, and I knew he was poz. I unzipped and unbuttoned and peeled off all his clothing until he was naked, staring at me while he slowly stroked himself. “Where is your party stuff?” “I have it here,” I said as I pulled a prepared .3 syringe out of my bag. “Give it to me to hold and start sucking, pussyboy.” I moved between his legs and with only my mouth, engulfed little more than the head of his magnificent and incredibly thick cock. I tried to wrap by hand around the shaft lower down, but could not get my whole hand around it. Fucking amazing cock, had to be 10 inches long and impressively thick - I was getting so I couldn’t wait to have it in me. I continued sucking and slurping and Leon made approving noises. I swallowed as much as I could, and as I deep throated about three quarters of his lovely black cock, I looked up at Leon’s face in total submission. Seeing me there, kneeling between his legs with my hands gently rubbing his stomach, nipples and chest, he said, “You look like you’re praying, all down on your knees like that.” I tried so swallow more, and he ramped up the talk, “Yeah, bitch, worship that cock! That’s a real cock, white boy, you like it huh? You’re a good cocksucker, aren’t you? Fuck, you fucking faggots can’t help yourselves can you - gotta have my cock don’t you?Tell me how much you want my big black cock in your ass, you fucking pussy. Tell me pussyboy!” I lifted my head off his cock and quietly begged, “Oh Daddy, I want you to fuck me silly with your magnificent black cock! I want you to own my ass..”your pussy, you mean, he said, twisting my nipple ...yes sir, my pussy, and pump it full, breed my pussy ass." “Yeah, you’ll that, bitch. You’ll get that and more.” I resumed sucking him and soon his cock was fully hard. I paused to look at its beauty and perfection and wondered how big it really was. Seeming to know what I was thinking already, Leon said, “It’s eleven by eight, boy. enough for you?.” I nodded and smiled and continued to worship his manhood...nothing else even existed for me - this man’s cock was all that mattered. After a few minutes he touched my forehead, and said, “Climb on top of my cock and take all of it to the balls, pussyboy.” Immediately, I generously lubed his cock and straddled him, reaching behind me to put the head into my ass. Leon held a bottle of poppers under my nose,“Take two hits, boy.” I did, and since my ass was nice and lubed too, his thick cock split my butt open and began to slide in. “Yeah, fuck your self with a real man’s cock, you little faggot! Look into my eyes when you take my cock...fuck, look at your face! You really love it, don’t you, you really are a little faggot, huh - Oh fuck your pussy is hot! I love having a faggot like you riding on my big nasty nigger cock. Tell me how much you love my nigger cock.” I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just blurted out, “This is the greatest cock I’ve ever seen, and I love sucking it and and having your big black cock...” Leon tweaked my nipples roughtly - sternly correcting me, “It's nigger cock, pussyboy. Say it!” Here I was riding the biggest thickest cock I have ever seen, taking it bareback, something I never do, and about to use a word I never do, but I knew it was just like taking him bareback - it was not an option, but a simple act of total submission, and so was what I said as I looked in his eyes. “Fuck yeah, Daddy I love your hot nigger cock in my faggot white pussy. I want you to fuck me, all night with your huge fuckin’ nigger cock! A triumphant smile came over his face. “Yeah, bitch, yeah,” he said as he thrusted his massive tool into me. By this time I had all by two inches of him in me and I was slowly gyrating to get the last of his awesome pole into me, when he gave me the poppers again. Looking deep into his eyes, I took a couple big deep hits and slid down balls deep on his gigantic 11 manhood. “Good little faggot, your pussy is so fucking hot, oh, I own your ass, boy!" “Yes sir, yes, Daddy, it’s yours, all yours...” His 11 inches of hard black cock stuffed all up inside me had me in a trance. "Fuckin' Slut, you're a hot little faggot, you jsut keep making my cock happy." :Fuckin' love your nigger cock, Daddy! “Here, bitch, he said, handing me the point full of meth I gave him earlier, “do this now as you ride my cock - show me how much you want to be my faggot white slut!” I reached to take the point from him, saying, “Yes Daddy!” “Tell me how much you want to be my slut, pussyboy!” I sat there, with Leon’s huge beautiful thick black manhood completely embedded in my eager twitchy white ass; in front of me was a monster slam of meth and he was asking me to do something I had never done - take a slam of meth with a bare cock inside me - a fucking monster black - nigger - cock, a fucking mandingo fantasy cock, one that was eleven inches balls deep inside of me. This could be the hottest and most twisted way I had ever slammed - and beyond the slam lay all the intense, piggy, uninhibited sexual adventure I would ever experience. All I had to do was beg like a filthy cheap whore for his beautiful cock. As the words came out, I was surprised how easily I gave in actually. I looked deep into his eyes and ground my pussy on his stiff thick monster pole, tweaked my nipples and started to whisper, “Fuck yeah, Daddy, it's so fuckin hot to get fucked by a real man like you - I need it - I need, crave, your huge nigger cock in my pussy. You nigger cock craving faggot, boy? "Yeah, I'm your nigger cock-craving faggot!” Leon smiled “You really are a filthy white trashy whore, aren’t you?” I just smiled and quietly moaned, "Yeaaaaah Daaaady...” “Fuck yeah, that's hot bitch, I own your sorry ass, now, let me see you slam this, and keep looking into my eyes as you do it, pussyboy.” “Yes, Daddy.” With that, he handed me the point and said, “Get ready, pussyboy.” I swabbed my arm and put on the tourniquet as he picked up his cell and made a call. “Hey man. You have got to come over and help me fuck this white boy I have here. He’s sitting with my hard cock up in his pussy right now. Yeah, man, lotsa fun. A total faggot, yeah a pig, definitely...sending you a pic of what we’re doing now...ok, hang on.” Leon held the phone to my face. “Hello?” I said. “You Leon's whore tonight? “Uh-huh, his pussyboy.” “You sitting with Leon’s big cock up your ass? “Uh-huh, all of it” I said. “Say it, you bitch, say it so I know.” “I’m sitting with Leon’s big thick nigger cock all the way up my ass,” I said matter-of-factly. “Fucking slut! Give me back to Leon!” Leon took the phone back. “Yeah, we will, see you in a few,” Then he chuckled at something the other guy said and ended the call. The he pointed the phone’s camera at me. “Put this over your face, pussyboy, I am going to video you slam and ride my cock.” He handed me a black hood, and I put it on. In my mind I paused at how thoughtful he was even though he was only going to tear my ass up as much as he could...so fucking hot. I took the hood from him, it was made of a comfortable light material and just had eye and mouth holes. It went on easily, and he started the video. “You slam that shit, now” Leon ordered. I put the needle to my vein and drew back a good register, then I pushed (as Leon videoed me) and I took the needle out of my arm and handed it to Leon; he kept videoing. As I raised my arm I removed the tourniquet with a snap and on came the inevitable coughs, the rush that brought sheer abandoned sluttiness, the ringing in my ears, the rolling unfocused eyes and an endless hunger for that massive cock inside of me. The slam gave my impaled ass an intense super hot sensation, and I vigorously rode Leon’s huge cock with total abandon. All I could think of was how much a hot fucking stud Leon was! “Oooooooohhhhh, Daddy fuck yeah!” was all I could manage to say. The slam transformed my already whorish nature into Leon’s wanton single-mindedness bitch who only wanted to please and serve and submit to him. I looked as him and was fixated for a moment on the contrast his skin made with mine and with the perfection of this man, this black man - this example of true masculinity. I was exactly where I wanted to be, and I started writhing in ecstasy on his rock hard cock, the cock that was the center of my existence. “Yeah, fucking junkie faggot, ride my fucking cock!" Leon was the best I ever had at dirty talk, I was helpless in his power. and His words heated me up even more, “Fuck yeah, Fuck yeah, I’m your faggot bitch and I love your thick nigger cock in my pussy, please Daddy, fuck me like this all night!!” I rode him for a half hour, with him taunting me racially and me not caring as long as I had his cock in me. I was riding him, in ecstasy, facing him. He stopped the video and set the phone aside. My legs and feet were on the bed on either side of him. I was using my arms to raise and lower my hole, sliding the whole length of his cock as I did. I was reveling in the full feeling in my ass, the sluttiness of it all and the approving taunts Leon was serving me along with his hard cock. “Fuck yourself on that hard nigger cock you little bitch...you can’t get enough, can you? Oh fuck, your faggot hole is so hot, feels just like a little girls’ pussy, this is what you're made for - I interrupted, "Yeah, to be a pussy for a real man like you.” I got back on my knees leaned forward and we kissed with me riding him for I don’t know how long - I was oblivious to anything but his massive prick in me. Finally I felt his cock get super hard like he was about to cum. “Gonna fill that fucking hole now boy, get ready," Leon whispered in my ear. Fuck, Daddy your cock is so fucking great! Breed my pussy Daddy, oh yeah!” I hissed as he took my hips and began to increase the speed and intensity of his thrusts. “Yeah, here it comes pussyboy, gonna seed your ass, yeah...take it,” and Leon shot a huge load of his seed in my ass for nearly a minute, and then lay still, his cock still hard in my hole. I clenched my hole on his cock and looked into his eyes. He thrust up at me gently but continually. He stayed hard and kept pumping my ass some more. The massive quantity of his first load was leaking out of my ass. I started catching it, and eating it off my fingers while he continued to fuck me, his 11 inches just as hard as before he bred me. We kept going this way for at least another 30 minutes and he shot another load of his cum in my well fucked ass, and after he pulled out, all I could do is think about when Leon was going to fuck me again. After he settled, he gently lifted me off his cock, he smiled at me and told me, “I think someone is waiting for you, pussyboy.” I turned and noticed that sometime during our fuck session, a second man had entered and was sitting in a chair enjoying the show. His hard cock was in his hand and he was slowly stroking it as he watched. The new man’s skin was brown, and he looked Hispanic and about 45. He was thinner but still very good looking and muscular. He wore roomy jeans and no shirt. His bare arms and chest looked chiseled and along with his angular face, gave him a hard kind of sinister, even scary, look, like someone used to getting his own way. Our eyes met, and he smiled, the hard look went away. “Fuck, Leon, he is some freaky little white boy.” Leon spoke up, “Pussyboy, this is Pedro.” Pedro gave a little chuckle at the introduction but didn't say anything. "Hi," I quietly said to Pedro and smiled a little. “Yeah, ok, ‘pussyboy,’ get over here and suck my cock. I went eagerly over to the chair Pedro was sitting in and got between his legs, took a couple massive poppers hits from him. I held the last hit and looked up into Pedro’s eye as I exhaled it and took his whole cock down until my nose touched his stomach. Pedro groaned approvingly, “ooooh puta, you a good cocksucker. Yeah.” I still tweaking majorly and would be for some time. Pedro’s cock was nearly as thick as Leon’s, and not as long, but was still 9 inches long with a nice curve that made for great deep-throating. I kept taking Pedro’s full length hungrily down my throat, and soon Pedro pushed my head down and held it there as he shot his load. I was able to take all he gave me and stayed on his hard cock until I milked every drop from him. Pedro turned to Leon, “I want to tag this faggot’s ass now, man, OK? Get on the bed and suck your Daddy’s cock, bitch,” and as I climbed on the bed, Pedro gave me a hard slap on the ass, and I eagerly got on all fours between Leon’s legs and began to sucking his cock back to hardness. Pedro took charge for a bit, “Suck that big fuckin cock, yeah, you little faggot, get your ass up in the air more, bitch! Keep sucking Daddy’s cock, there you go...” I was enjoying the feel of Daddy’s cock hardening in my mouth, when I felt Pedro’s fingers in my hole. “Shit, bitch, how many loads have you taken so far?” “Two, sir,” I said quickly and resumed sucking Leon’s ever growing hardon and Pedro was fingering my cummy hole. “Nicely fucked ass, but you want more, right, you slut? I gave him a ‘mmmhmmm’ as I continued with Daddy. “You give him a slam, Lee?” Pedro asked. “Yeah, it was about two hours ago now I think. Time for another?” Leon asked. Let me get all the way into his ass for a while, OK. But get it ready, OK? Pedro slid his cock all the way into me and held it there for a minute or two, then he withdrew it and vigorously slapped my ass cheek before pounding it forcefully back into my hole. He repeated the sequence for a while, thrust, pull, slap, thrust, pull, slap; I kept Daddy’s cock in my mouth and squealed at the enjoyment of the pain. Eventually Pedro just pounded my ass until he put the third load into me, saying very little, but grunting as intensely and loudly as I’ve heard from anyone. Pedro pulled out and out and sat on the bed. “Clean his cock, pussyboy,” Leon said. I turned around and cleaned off Pedro’s still hard cock with my mouth, being sure to look Pedro in the eye as I swallowed the cock that had just been in my ass. Pedro smiled and muttered, “Fucking nasty slut. Hot.” After he was clean, he ordered me on all fours. “Suck your Daddy’s cock again, bitch.” You like that cock don’t you? I nodded with Leon’s cock in my mouth, and Pedro ordered, “Say it!” “I fucking love worshiping Leon’s awesome nigger cock with my faggot white mouth!” Shit, Lee, he thinks he’s in love with you! Leon said, “No pussyboy knows better. He’s just a fucking faggot, right boy? I nodded and gave a ‘mmmmhmmmm’ as I took Leon’s cock down my throat. “You like getting fisted, pussyboy?” came Pedro’s voice from behind me. I gave him another ‘mmmhmmm’ and kept at Daddy’s cock. “Get him that slam, ok Lee? Can you give it to him?” “He can do it himself and it’s hot to watch. I’ll dose him some G though.” Leon got up for a second and came right back with a glass of gatorade. Pedro kept was still hard and kept fucking me while Leon got the drink. “Here pussyboy,” Leon said, “drink this, you’ll like it.” After I emptied the glass, Pedro slowly withdrew his cock from me and said, “OK, bitch, time for you to slam again. How should we do this?” Leon ordered me, “Stay on all fours, boy." Turning to Pedro, without ordering him, but leaving no doubt he was in charge, Leon said to Pedro, "Work your hand into the faggot's pussy, and when you get in, just stay still." He'll slam himself with your hand in him.” With that Pedro began to stuff crisco into my hole handfuls at a time. His hands were, like he was, slender but strong. My hole was quivering. I could hardly wait. Pedro alternated hands as he inserted fingers, four at a time to knuckles to prime my ass for his whole hand. He pushed his left hand into my willing greasy hole and slowly he slid it all in and slapped my ass in triumph. “Fuck! pussy took that fist quick. Hungry little faggot, huh?” Slap! went Pedro’s hand on my newly fisted ass. I moaned and continued sucking Daddy's cock as Pedro’s hand slowly twisted into my bowels. FUCK! I had never been so totally turned on in my life! Their racial taunts and spankings only made it hotter by the minute. Daddy lifted my head. “Time for this, pussyboy. I know you want it, you fucking junkie, you been staring at it for 5 minutes," His look as regarded me was one of complete and utter confidence in his superiority. He held the loaded point between his thick fingers. I eagerly took it. He handed me a swab and tied my arm for me as Pedro still twisted his hand slowly into my sloppy hole. Daddy told Pedro to stay still and as Daddy held the leash attached to my collar, he stood and watched me take the dose - I put the needle to my vein, hitting it right away. I drew back, got a good influx of blood and pushed the plunger home. Leon took the used needle and I raised my hand above my head and removed the rubber band from around my bicep and I felt Daddy raise my upper body nearly upright while Pedro kept his hand in my ass. The rush was epic! I was afraid for a second or two that I couldn’t breathe, but that passed and soon all I wanted was Pedro to shove his arm into me as far as he could. I was transformed by the raw lust I had for Daddy's cock right then, and I gobbled as much of him as I could. My world was their two cocks, and my giving over to be used by these two amazing studs. Both Pedro and Leon let me get back to breathing normally. Leon put me back on all fours, he fed me several hits of poppers while I went down on his massive cock. Between the G kicking in and the extra slam, I swallowed nearly all of Leon’s cock and held it there while I stared into his eyes. Leon saw me look at him and said, “Fuck, look at those eyes! Yeah, you horny faggot, you tweaking now, aren’t ya? Look at you swallowing Daddy’s dick all the way, and big bad Pedro opening up your sloppy pussy with his arm, damn, pussyboy, you’re a sight! I increased my intensity on his cock. "Yeah, Leon groaned, "keep worshipping my cock boy, I got another load for you, just worship Daddy’s cock and take what Pedro gives you.” With Leon’s cock firmly down my throat, Pedro went to work on my hole with his hands - he was a masterful fister. Leon offered, and I deeply huffed on the poppers a few more times and as they took effect. Pedro began his skillful penetration of my ass with his forearm. My hole felt like it was a mile wide and as he progressed into me, Pedro knew just what to say. “Fuck man, you have such a fine faggot hole, you’re fucking built to take it up your ass.” “Damn, bitch, look in the mirror,” Leon said, “Pedro is almost to the elbow and you’re still gobbling my cock - you like seeing yourself like that, pussyboy?” “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” I answered, “so fucking hot, being your faggot, fucking love it! “That’s my pussyboy, now get ready to swallow my cum, bitch!” he snarled. In a couple minutes he shot another big load all over my face. Leon looked at me and said, "Let it be, boy, you look good that way." “Shit, you are a happy little whore with all my cum on your face, and Pedro stretching your little pussy out, huh boy?" I just smiled, then Leon fed me his cum from off my face, which I gladly ate. Leon sat back and watched Pedro work further into my hole, twisting and turning his arm further and further into my ass. Leon fed me poppers as Pedro gave my eager spun hole a good work out. Slowly, bit by bit, he sank his arm into me. Pedro whispered to me, “here it comes - all the way into that sloppy hole of yours! FUUUUCK, you're a good little faggot, huh, boy? Pedro turned to Leon, "Fuck! Lee, look at this,” as slowly he began to twist his forearm into me all the way to his elbow. I looked in the mirror and saw that Pedro had reached his elbow and was grinning evilly at me. The night had only just begun. This was the start of an amazing three months I spent in Louisiana, and I saw Daddy and Pedro almost exclusively during that time - including two very eventful trips to the bathhouse in the French Quarter....
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Hi Hamilton here, Looking to get my first double bareback with a mature leather chem friendly couple. Im 100 sub and into piss fisting and S&M stuff..ive got a nice sloppy pierced cunt Im also interested to meet older guy, 60yo+ for all nite 1on1 raw fucking id love to be filmed being fucked so it can be uploaded on porn tubes.. In Chester but can travel if there's a older sleazy couple with playroom or 1on1 guy pm if u can help or reply xx
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Insatiable pig, love being fucked and serving cock,NSA fun, tops to get naked with and serve - pretty simple hit me up come over and breed my hole
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It’s January 1, 2015, and tonight, for the third year in a row, I had a man’s arm inserted elbow deep into my tweaked out hole as the New Year dawned. It’s just a little tradition I have . It started on December 31, 2012. I was in Chicago getting thoroughly fucked by Verne, a 60-ish pervy top Daddy, at his place in the Bryn Mawr neighborhood. Earlier that night, a guy I was planning to meet cancelled on me, and I thought I’d be snuggling with Mr. Dildo all night. But, happily, there is this thing called the internet. I chatted on asspig with this hot 60-ish Daddy and he sent me his phone number. I called and he invited me over to pnp and be his fist bottom for the night. Sure! I said, and I think I was on the way to his place before I hung up the phone. It was a good thing his place happened to be less than a half mile from my hotel. I arrived at his place at 10 PM. His place was well kept as he was. We went to the bedroom, where he had points ready; we did them, and then he started fucking me - and pretty well too. He took only about 15 minutes to nut, but once he did, he pulled his cock out of me and without skipping a beat, just started fisting me. I was pleasantly surprised at his expertise and totally into this daddy stud now, so I settled in for a good long hard fisting...fucking awesome! Well, he was still in my hole when New Year struck - I really wasn’t paying attention, but he noticed and really thought it was hot. He used it for dirty talk as we kept fisting into the morning - since he got off on it so much, naturally I did too. Now to December 31, 2013. I was in working in DC for a month and since it was New Year’s Eve and I did not have to work the next day, I was really looking to have a good time that evening. I didn’t know anyone in town to call or where to shop for supplies. I was super horny since I remembered the past New Year’s and was determined to do it again. I decided to take a chance and hit up a couple guys on bbrts about partying - careful to say I buy my own dinner. I struck paydirt with Brett, a cute blonde vers guy my age in Arlington; he invited me to come over, so off I went. At 9 PM when I arrived, Brett met me at the door (naked) and waved me into the house. Two other guys (also naked) were sitting on the couch and they smiled and waved as I entered the room. I made a joke about being overdressed, and started getting naked. Brett introduced me to them as Mike and Glen, and then began to prepare some rigs. Mike and Glen looked like they had been partying some already. Brett looked really hot walking around with his veiny thick 7 inch hard-on bobbing to and fro. I thought, this is gong to be a good night. When the rig was ready Brett handed it to me saying I could use the bathroom if I wanted. I said I’d like to mount him and bottom out on his hard cock and then do my slam with his cock in me. He grinned evilly, saying, fuck yeah, let’s do it. Brett laid on his back on the floor and I straddled him, taking all of his cock into my ass in one thrust. He smirked at me, looking pleased with himself. I put the rig to my arm and they all said it was hot watching me slam while riding a cock. Then the four of us fucked and sucked each other for at least two hours until I noticed that it was 11:40 PM. I had already talked to Brett about fisting me, and he nodded eagerly as he was totally into it. He thought the whole scene of stuffing my hole as the year turned was kinda hot too, especially since it would be my second year in a row doing it. Brett set up his web cam angled toward the bed to get all the fisting action out to the world as soon as it happened. I got on the bed on all fours facing away from the camera, huffing hungrily at the poppers bottle as he slathered lube on my tweaked out hole and unceremoniously pushed his forearm half way to the elbow and held it there, twisting and flexing his hand inside of me. Mike and Glen, who were still fucking, watch Brett invade my ass. I loved it and told him so. Mike started reading the webcam site comments off the computer - most of the comments were nasty and full of name-calling - I loved that too! Brett kept his forearm inside of me for nearly two hours after the New Year came. Along the way the Mike and Glen fed me their cocks, and eventually Brett got his arm into me up to his elbow. And now to what happened tonight, December 31, 2014. It happened just a few hours ago now. I planned to do this third year in a row ever since last New Year’s, but I wasn’t sure where it would happen until last month. I was sharing my plan with a Mark, fisting buddy I know in Kansas City. He said he’d love to help me out - and I was more than willing to have him expertly fist open my hole as the New Year arrived. Mark has a husband, Brian, who just likes to have his cock sucked and watch Mark fist guys and get fisted. We started at playing about 8:30, and after preparing our points, I offered to let Mark get in the sling first. He eagerly accepted. I told Mark I was not going to slam until he had his whole hand inside of my hole; Mark agreed to that as well. He is so easy to fist; he has a big receptive hole and I would have no problem getting into him right away. But I know that he likes to draw the initial penetration out a bit, so I tease him, holding off. He finally can’t wait any more and nearly ordered me to fist him, begging, please, please, just put it in NOW! I smiled. I know what Mark’s feeling; I obeyed and shoved my left hand into his eager hole. Immediately, he hits a vein in his arm with the point and pushes. I hold still, waiting for the rush after the tourniquet makes a “snap.” I look deep into his eyes and I can see when the high is at it’s fullest. Against the background noise of his incoherent groaning punctuated by the occasional “FUUUCK,” I worked his hole open for about an hour. Then he politely offered to give up the sling to me. He is such a sweet guy! I gave him a couple of slow “all-the-way-in-and-out” strokes to express my thanks. As I take my hand out of Mark’s hole, my own starts to tingle, knowing what’s coming next. It’s now 10:15 and I am reclining into the sling, putting my legs in the stirrups and getting my ass over the edge to give him the best possible access. He lubes up my hole by injecting a massive syringe of J-lube into it and the shoves his hand in. He smiles and tells me he loves watching me slam with his hand in me. That’s my cue to go ahead with the slam. I know it’s a pretty big dose, .4g, so I’m eager to get it in and start flying. I find the vein easily, insert the needle, and draw some blood back into the syringe before pushing its contents into my arm with one smooth motion. I hesitate before I remove the needle and look into Mark’s eyes, surrendering my hole to him with complete abandon. In response, Mark moves his fat squirming hand around in fuck hole. I pull the rig out, cap it and drop it into the bucket. Here it comes: the familiar taste, the coughs, the vibrating eyes, the full body rush and the intense burning sensation in my hole as the tina courses through my body. Mark’s arm is thick and his hands are large but he is an amazingly skilled fister. Before a half hour is up, he is elbow-deep in my hole, rocking the sling as he maintains his depth into me. The clock tells us it’s midnight as we hear it chime the New Year in. I look at Mark with a lusty grin and mouth “thank you.” He smiles and slides his arm out of my hole with a long, slow motion and then just as slowly, advancing his arm into my hole to his elbow. I can feel his bony elbow press on my opening. I greedily snort more poppers and spread my hole wider for Mark as Brian slides his cock down my throat. I realize: THIS is exactly where I need to be and I am overcome with a feeling of satisfaction at how utterly natural this all is, and I love it! Three years in a row, welcoming the New Year with a fist in my hole. And as Mark skillfully twists and thrusts his big arm in my hole, I can’t wait to make it four in a row.
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Live in LA. Cant host. I'll travel to you. Looking for Good Times:)
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I want to be hosted as a party's bottom pig. I am a sub bottom who loves to be slammed and used, I am open to as many ppl as you would want. I enjoy most kinks except scat. I am not super experienced with kinks but I know my place and I am to serve whoever I am with.. and if anything just up my dose to make me submit I live near Beaumont TX, and could travel anywhere within about 300mi for example as far North as DFW, NE as Shreveport, East as NOLA, West as San Antonio, NW as Austin and anywhere in between including most of Louisiana. ALSO if you live outside of this area and want to fly me to you we can talk about that. I cant leave till December 26th to head to you, and I need to be back to Beaumont by Jan 2nd ANYQUESTIONS AT ALL PLZ MSG ME!
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Maculine, pig, sub, bottom boy here parTyinG ...very horny and high and would love to find one or two guys for some perv dom/sub dirty chat.....ishtarboy on yahoo & skype
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Chris couldn’t remember a time where he wasn’t attached to a girl. Even before he knew how to spell ‘girlfriend,’ he had one. At first he attracted them just by being the brash, confident exceptional boy he was, excelling in every sport, activity, hobby, and grade as he went. Once puberty hit, the line of ladies seeking his company grew exponentially, keeping his dance card full all the way through high school and college. Maybe that’s why he never realized there was a need inside him that was aching to be fulfilled, until it was too late. The rain had been pouring for almost a week straight since Chris had moved into his new apartment, in a new city, where he had just started a new job. Having graduated high school at 16, and college at 20, Chris was used to things coming easily to him, but no one seemed impressed or even pleased with him at work. Unnerved by his slow start, he hungered for something to distract and rejuvenate him. On his third night there, he called his current girlfriend who was two hours away in the tiny town where they’d gone to school together. After five minutes on the phone, Chris realized she wouldn’t be driving up to see him anytime soon. Unphased, he assumed he’d have another girlfriend by the end of the week, and decided to work out his frustrations with a different type of physical exertion. He was already lacing up his tennis shoes for a run when the sky opened up and cancelled that idea. The next few nights he spent looking for a female companion in bars and clubs, but amazingly he had no luck. As it turns out, being born handsome and exceptional makes it easy to get girls when you are in a small town, but here in the city, he had no idea how to approach a woman and start a conversation. Without the aid of a classroom he was helpless, not to mention the added disadvantage of working so late each night that anyone worth talking to was either taken or drunk. So there he was, stuck inside on a rainy Saturday night: horny, alone and itching for release of some kind. Getting out the newspaper with half a mind to call one of the women advertizing under the escort section, he happened to turn to a full page ad for a gym. Halted by the spandex clad babe in the photo, he realized as he read that the gym was only a few blocks from his house and extremely reasonably priced, considering they advertized services like personal training, massage therapy, dozens of different classes and a nutritionist. He clipped the coupon from the bottom corner, tossed on some shorts and a tshirt and dashed to his carport. Perhaps it was a stereotype, but Chris expected floor to ceiling windows, bright lights and a giant neon sign to welcome him. Instead he found himself walking in to an unassuming red brick building at 11pm, where a short, trim redhead greeted him. She took his coupon, promised him the first five visits no strings attached and instructed him to veer left to the men’s gym, where one of the male trainers would meet him. A slim tan blond man named Dave led him through the 4 story complex, explaining that unlike other gyms, Stern’s kept the male and female gyms separate, only combining on the top floor where group classes were held. The floor below that had the nutritionist’s area and windowless mirrored work-out areas for each sex, containing equipment like weight machines, treadmills, etc. The main floor housed the offices, private training rooms, locker rooms, and massage rooms, and the basement housed two identical pool areas, divided by sex, each with an Olympic size pool, sauna, steam room, and shower area. Chris was about to question the separation until a man strode past him in the buff and dove into the pool. Dave explained that the workout area was divided to promote working out for yourself, instead of worrying how you looked to some slut. Chris laughed, but asked again about the pool, when Dave explained that there were no suits allowed on the pool level when the gym opened 60 years before, and they’d never changed the rule. Shrugging it off, he thanked Dave and got to his work out, running for almost an hour with only a few other men spread around the large room. He was sweating profusely, going faster and faster, his eyes locked with his reflection in the mirror across from him, until someone walked in front of his machine, and he almost fell off. Hitting the stop button and jumping off, Chris glanced up as he took a swig from a complimentary water bottle and almost spit it back up. The man who’d broken his stride was the most beautiful specimen Chris had ever seen. He starred, slack-jawed and bug-eyed at the shirtless 6’6”, 230lbs, raven haired, blue eyed ripped god who had taken up a spot at the weight bench and was pressing some ridiculous amount. “Spot me, bro.” The man, who Chris would come to know as Jake, commanded. Usually Chris would have begged off, being more of a cardio guy with no weight training to speak of, but Jake’s tone made him step over and take the spotting position. He stood there spotting him for two sets of 25, when Jake hopped up and began removing weights, telling Chris to take his place. He laid down before remembering to protest, and tried to grunt out his lack of interest in weights between lifts. “You need this man,” Jake said, scooting close enough over Chris’ head that his shorts hung open directly over Chris’ face. Chris shut up and tried not to get caught sneaking glances at the firm thighs and enticing shadows up the shorts’ legs. “Guy like you probably got along fine in school, handsome and fit, but now you’re in the real world and it’s time you work out like a real man.” After Chris could do no more reps, Jake pulled him to standing with one hand and introduced himself as one of the private trainers that the gym employed. Jake explained that new members got three free training sessions, and he expected Chris to use them. Arriving in the lockerroom, Jake tugged off his shorts leaving him in an extremely-snug pair of white briefs, outlining his hefty bulge and perfectly spherical ass. Taking Chris’ hand, he placed it on his lower abs and told him to feel the definition where they met his groin muscles, as well as on his pecs, huge biceps and the back of his warm, fuzzy thighs. Wrapping himself in a towel, Jake stripped the briefs from under it without revealing anything else, and then made Chris promise to come back the next night for legs. Nodding, he watched as Jake strode off into the staircase for the showers, before regaining his senses, pulling on his coat, and leaving. That night as he showered, Chris replayed the images of Jake in his mind, and found that he was excited by the idea of working out with him again. His dick jumped when he remembered the view up Jake’s shorts, but he dismissed it as a side effect of needing pussy and seeing that much exposed skin. Chris returned the next night, and the next, and the next and was quickly the gym’s best customer. Jake made him a great deal on a weekly training fee, and the two of them were quickly transforming Chris from an attractive slim wasp-type, into a buffed, taught, machine of a man. Chris became obsessed with making Jake proud of his work, and started imagining Jake more and more in his fantasies. At first he was just taking part in whatever imaginary threesome Chris concocted to get his rocks off, but after awhile Jake was becoming the star. Still, Chris convinced himself that he was only picturing Jake because he symbolized the ideal that Chris was striving to become. Before either of them knew it, 6 months had passed and Jake was Chris’ best friend, well only friend, in town. One night as they stripped down to shower, carefully concealing their full nudity from one another, Jake asked Chris when he last got laid, and couldn’t believe it was really 6 months. “Come early tomorrow,” Jake said before they split to head to separate shower stalls. “Then we’ll go out after and find some pussy. Time to test out your new body on some unsuspecting skanks.” Music rocked Chris’ chest as he tried to hear what the gorgeous brunette was saying, shouting from the stool next to his. He tried to care, but he could tell she was hot for his dick, the way she caressed his arms and stroked his thigh, but he kept getting distracted watching Jake dance with a petite latin girl. As he suspected, it was barely an hour later that the four of them had taken a cab back to Jake’s apartment and each couple began getting hot and heavy on opposite ends of the couch. He was so caught up seeing Jake in action and getting his first play in months that he didn’t notice Jake pull out a glass pipe and small white bag full of crystal shards. Both girls jumped at the chance to smoke, but Chris declined, never having tried any drugs, or even hard liquor. “Too bad,” Jake said, blowing a cloud of something he called ‘tina’ as he spoke. “This shit makes me cum like a fire hydrant and fuck like a bull.” The latin girl squealed and shoved her hand into his open fly while they finished the bowl. As the brunette started to unzip Chris’ pants, Jake picked up his date, tossed her over his shoulder and dashed into the bedroom. Disappointed that he was unable to watch his idol demolish the latin chick’s cunt, Chris regained his vigor when he realized he could hear every dirty, nasty thing that was going on just beyond the bedroom door. The two buddies eventually turned it into a fuck-fight, seeing which one could make his girl cum faster, harder and more often. Chris planned to be the victor, having achieved anal first, but lost control when he moved to the floor and caught a glance through the open door of Jake’s face and chest contorted in pleasure as he pounded the bitch doggy style. He whipped his cock out of the brunette’s ass, and shot copious amounts of jizz across her tits and face. Spent, Chris fell back against the coffee table and watched as the brunette hopped up and ran to the bathroom. Once she was finished, she made some dumb excuse and disappeared to find a cab, while Chris slowly found his briefs and used them to wipe down his cock and chest before dragging his ass to the john. Taking his time as he passed the bedroom in hopes of another glance, he almost fell over when the latin girl was slammed up against the wall by the door, both her legs over Jake’s arms as they completed their fuck. Chris stood in the dark hall, his dick hardening again, wishing he could see Jake’s cock, but afraid to venture further out from his hiding spot. As Jake laid the girl on the bed and grunted his final grunt, Chris slipped into the bathroom and began washing up in the sink. Still hardening, he took a moment to admire the v-shape that was forming from his abs to his dick, and the way his arms and pecs stood out and shone in the dim bathroom light. He flexed and stroked his dick just in time for Jake to burst in behind him and push past him to the toilet. They laughed at Chris’ display, and Jake began commenting on how proud he was of Chris’ progress while Chris went into a fog where all he could see was Jake’s dick. Semi-hard and covered in cum and pussy juices, Jake drew a finger from the dick head out to the toilet bowl, leading a heavy beady string of cum. After a moment, Jake’s piss began to flow, and Chris realized he was fully hard again. All he wanted to do at that moment was reach out and take Jake’s cock in his hand. He had no idea what he would do with i, all he knew is the world would be perfect if he could feel Jake’s cock. He snapped out of his haze as the latin girl came in with them and took a hold of Chris’ hard-on, asking for seconds. He lifted her up onto the counter and fucked her right there while Jake watched and cheered them on. Chris was ready to cum in minutes once Jake began to stroke his dick again. He came deep in her pussy, adding his load to Jake’s, before the trainer lifted her off Chris’ cock and took her back into the bedroom for sloppy thirds. Looking down, Chris realized his cock was covered in both his load and his buddy, and he couldn’t resist wiping off a few drops and tasting them before he got dressed and snuck out the door. Chris gave up trying to explain his feelings for his friend after that, giving in each weeknight to fantasies of jerking off together, showering together, even letting Jake cum in his mouth. On the weekends they’d find more girls and repeat the fun with new victims, sometimes only finding one girl and having to share. Still too afraid of what Jake might do if he realized Chris’ attraction, Chris was always careful to take turns on the girls. One night as a perky blonde co-ed was giving them both head on the couch, Dave from the gym walked in with a teenage jock type guy, sat down and loaded some tina in a bowl. Chris was weirded out at first, until Jake explained that Dave was his roommate and they saw each other fucking around on a regular basis. Chris was even more shocked when the teen dropped to his knees and began sucking Dave off. Jake could see Chris’ shock and, before the girl noticed, he dragged them both to the bedroom to fuck. A few weeks later, they had just gotten back from the club with tall modelesque girl, when Dave entered, this time accompanied by a skater type guy with piercings in his nose, brow, ear and nipples (which he proudly showed while Dave loaded a bowl). Chris declined the pipe as usual, but the girl was on a mission to get him to try it, telling him he could only fuck her tight pussy if he took at least one hit off the pipe. Chris said no again, his hard cock begging him to give in. “Stop being a little bitch and smoke this,” Jake ordered him before handing Chris the pipe, and lighting it. Chris began inhaling as the smoke filled the cylinder, just as he had heard Dave and Jake explain to girls and guys they’d initiated previously. At first he felt nothing, but with the exhale came a huge cough, and a buzzing feeling shooting up his spine and into his brain. He should have stopped at one hit, but the model kept shotgunning hits with him and encouraging him to take more and more. Soon there was an all out smoke/fuck fest in the middle of the living room. Chris was pounding the model’s pussy while Jake shoved his cock deep into her throat, which was quite a feat, since he is at least 9 inches long and tends to get wider the longer he fucks. Dave had the skater on the floor with his legs over his head and was breeding his ass with a nice thick 8 inch uncut cock. Chris found himself wondering how the tight hole took so much cock and somehow still made the boy beg for it like he did. Many years before, one of Chris’ girlfriends had shoved her finger in his ass while they fucked. After the initial jumping and hollering, Chris found he enjoyed it, so much so that he was now in the habit of fingering his hole when he jerked off. The combo of the high and the site in front of him had Chris so horned up that when he and Jake switched ends, he asked the model to finger his hole. Eyes closed, he heard a bottle of lube pop open and a long, kinda thick finger slide two knuckles deep into his tight ass. Moaning, he began to pump harder in her throat, which made Jake pump back from the other end. Simultaniously, they pulled out of their respective ends, and began covering her in cum. Neither one shot far enough to hit the other, but Chris made sure to lick up some of Jake’s load while kissing the model before she ran to the shower. Mysteriously, even with the model in another room, Chris could still feel a finger slowly pumping his hole, almost making him hard again. Turning, Chris made eye contact with Dave, who pulled his finger out and mouthed “you’re welcome,” so Jake and the Skater bottom would be none the wiser. Joining the model in the shower, Chris was worried when he didn’t get hard as fast as usual, which she explained might be from the tina. Anxious about it, Chris hopped out and went to find Jake or Dave to ask them but stopped just outside the living room where he couldn’t be seen easily, but had a pretty good view of Jake feeding his hardon to the skater boy, while Dave pounded the boy’s ass. Instantly Chris was hard and went back into the bathroom where he fucked the model as rough as he could, focused on the picture of Jake’s dick sliding between his own lips. A few days later, Dave ran into Chris in the locker room and asked him what he thought of the weekend’s festivities. Unsure, Chris tried to play it cool, until Dave told Chris he had seen the way Chris looked at Jake, and was pretty sure Chris would have sucked Jake off if the skater hadn’t done it. Chris tried to deny it, but Dave whipped out his phone, and produced pix of Jake feeding his load to other tricks Dave had brought home. “I’ve yet to see him fuck a guy,” Dave said, handing Chris the phone before leading him into a massage room. “but I know he loves feeding them. Maybe next time I can find a way for you to swallow his spunk.” Chris wasn’t listening. He was engrossed in the photos on Dave’s phone, each of them featuring the two roommates destroying bottoms of all ages and types, Dave in their asses, Jake in their mouths. Dave continued describing dirty scenarios involving Jake, while pulling down Chris’ shorts and jock, and jerking and fingering Chris. Moaning with pleasure, he licked his lips pretending he was the boy taking Jake’s man meat in his mouth. The fantasy was so real he didn’t even notice that Dave had maneuvered three fingers into his hole and was rubbing his own hard cock against Chris smooth ass cheek. Chris could see Jake in his mind, siddling up behind him to show him some proper dumbbell technique, then popping his dick from his shorts and sliding inside Chris’ ass without any of the other gym members knowing. Dave just started to spread Chris’ cheeks and slip his cock into the crack when they both heard Jake call out Chris’ name into the locker room, only feet from where they stood. Adrenaline soared through Chris’ body as he flew back from Dave and tried to pull up his shorts. He couldn’t be sure if Jake saw what was going on when he came in, but there was no way Jake missed Chris’ stiff cock poking out obscenely or the fact that Dave still had his monster dick in plain view. Still, Jake didn’t say anything about it and everything seemed totally normal until they finished and Jake got a text from Dave. “Dave told me what happened,” Jake said quietly, causing Chris’ heart to sink into his abdomen. “He told me he caught you jerking in the massage room. It was pretty ballsy of you to offer to let him watch in exchange for not ratting you out. Good thing he has been hot for your ass since you walked in. Of course now that you’ve had a man show you how to sculpt it, you’d better watch out for more pervs.” Chris laughed nervously and thanked god that Dave covered for him. However, he was so rattled that he didn’t realize they were both naked together for the first time with no one else around. Jake took advantage of the opportunity and had Chris flex his different muscle groups so they could compare. Somehow Chris stayed flaccid for the flex off, even when Jake ran his hand down Chris’ back, over his ass and down between the thighs to show the line of the musculature. Chris asked if he could feel on Jake, just to be sure he understood, then told Jake he was going for a swim, dashed off and blasted his cum load under the water. The next weekend Chris got a text from a number he didn’t know, but he was sure it was Dave when the attachment was a photo of Jake in the shower. Dave invited Chris to come over before he and Jake went out that night, to smoke and hang out, and discuss what had happened the last time. Chris politely declined a few times, worried he might end up getting fucked by Dave, until Dave mentioned that he had a sex tape Jake made before they’d met, and Chris could watch it. Shower, shave and he was out the door to Dave and Jake’s. Chris was greeted by a familiar face but no one he could place, until Dave explained that his guest was a member of the gym and a former MLB player. In no time they’d smoked a few bowls, got the video playing and convinced Chris he could jack off without Dave or Todd (the mlb guy) raping him. Sipping the drink Dave made him, Chris was stroking furiously at the sight of Jake plowing the hell out of some poor teen girl. By the look of Jake and his fuckslut, this must have been 3 or 4 years ago, when Jake was just a high school senior. Little by little the ghb in Chris’ drink took effect, loosening him up so Todd had no problem getting Chris’ dick in his mouth. He could feel his senses dulling, but decided the best way to counter act it was take more hits off the pipe and agree when Dave asked him if he’d like to try taking some fingers in his ass again. Perfectly timed once again, Jake walked in just as Todd was sucking Chris’ dick down to the balls and Dave had three fingers in Chris’ tight hole. “Hey roomie,” Dave said, handing Jake the pipe. “Turns out your buddy here likes getting his hole fingered, especially when he is high.” Jake laughed and took a few hits, before asking Chris if he was okay. Chris nodded yes and reached for Jake’s crotch. Oblivious, Jake handed him the pipe as if that’s what he wanted, before stripping off his own clothes and instructing Todd to suck his cock. Eyes glued to the real Jake, Chris forgot they were watching Jake’s sex tape, until the star of the tape noticed and asked why. “It was a request,” Dave said, standing up and moving down behind Todd’s upturned hole. “Seems as though your little trainee gets off watching you fuck.” Mortified, Chris was too high to deny it and just blushed. Everyone laughed, while Dave pulled Todd off Jake’s cock, and threw his legs back and began wailing on the baseball player’s tan hairy ass. “Course he does!” Jake added. “Just like I think it is hot watching him fuck. He is one hot piece of muscle man now, ain’t he Dave?” “You know I think he is,” Dave grunted between thrusts. “but I think he’d be even hotter with your dick in his mouth. And I KNOW he’s game for it.” Jake’s eyes whipped to Chris, and he knew Dave was telling the truth. No words were spoken as he stepped closer and waved his hard dick only an inch from Chris’ pink lips. Leaving the last bit of distance for Chris to make was all the approval Jake needed, for as soon as Chris leaned in to suck Jake, Jake thrust forward, grabbed a handful of dusty blond hair and began reaming Chris’ throat. If it was anyone else, Chris would have choked and pulled off and never tried it again, but he knew what he was getting with Jake, and it was exactly what he needed. Chris began to jack his own meat and finger his tight hole while he slurped on Jake’s massive member. Less than a minute was all it took for Chris to cum all over himself, and soon after Jake fed him his load. Worried that Jake would think less of him, Chris told Dave he was heading to the gym and ran out while Jake was in the shower. Although Jake’s apartment was only a few blocks from the gym, Chris was too high to drive there, but did anyway, barely making it in one piece. The rain had turned to snow recently and the roads were covered in it, which meant no one was working out on a snowy Saturday night. Inside the locker room, Chris stripped off his clothes and sat on the bench, still covered in cum. He began to freak out about what his only friend might do now that he saw what a faggot bitch Chris was. Still too drunk for a work out, he laid back and closed his eyes, willing this to just be an amazing dream, but knew it wasn’t when he heard the door slam and Jake’s voice call out to him. “What the hell man?” Jake asked, putting his bag and coat in his locker, and starting to undress. “You should know me well enough by now to realize I always have at least two loads to shoot once I start partying, and you gotta take the rest of them now boy.” Chris opened his eyes just in time to see a fully erect Jake straddle the bench, hoist Chris’ legs over his shoulders, squirt some lube on his cock, and slide most of it in on the first stroke. Chris screamed out, but stopped once Jake commanded him to. The first few minutes were excruciating, but after awhile it was less painful and more of a dull ache. All the pain was forgotten once Jake was balls deep. It was like a switch had been thrown, turning a straight muscle boy into a hungry bottom whore, begging and pleading for more dick and cum. When Jake finally decided to grace Chris’ ass with his load, he did it balls deep, sharing both of their first man2man kiss at the same time. Once they were sure the gym was truly empty, they sent the desk worker home and moved up to the gym floor, where Jake added another load to Chris’ ass, this time on the weight bench. Reinforcements arrived soon after, and Chris spent the rest of the night taking loads from Dave, Todd, two other gym members and high school kid who wondered in thinking it was a club and accidentally caught Jake giving Chris a fourth load on the reception desk. Attached: one pic of chris, four pics of Jake
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