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here it is! the first half my first "gift giving" erotic fiction. it doesn't involve HIV or AIDS though. it focuses on the virus: hsv1 (Herpes Simplex 1) and it's actually my own fantasy too. the narrator/main character is based off of me. sorry if it's really long but i added a lot of detail to keep it arousing. there may be a few spelling errors too, and some of it may seem a bit obscure and twisted but what do you expect? please share your thoughts and be specific but not too harsh with criticism on how it's wrote It’s been a very long time but I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was (and still am) a tall, skinny, and good looking combined jock/twink with a circumcised 9 inch cock, but I also was extremely promiscuous. Every single night, I would be online trying to hook up with any guy who wanted a cock rammed in his asshole or any guy looking to swallow a huge sperm load, and I always found a guy who was up for it. I always had fun every single night, but then I got a bit worried about STDs. I also used condoms and 80% of the time, I prefered to just be sucked off instead, but still, I knew there was a risk. A few months after I turned 18, I went to a clinic in a town I was living in to get a full STD test. I arrived at the clinic right after school. I had to walk there since I didn’t have a car at all. A young but bitchy nurse told me that I would be seeing my new physician, Dr.XXX, soon. I sat down in the waiting room for about 5 minutes, until one of the receptionist told me, “Marty, Dr.XXX is ready to see you.” I followed her back to the examination room, where a white hospital gown was laying on the examination bed. She told me to just take off all of my clothes and put on the gown and that Dr.XXX would be right in, she then left me alone right after. So, I did exactly what she told me. I took off all of my clothes and put on the hospital gown. A few minutes later Dr.XXX came in and I finally saw him for the first time. He was a tall older man about in his late-50s. He had a few wrinkles around his face and his body was in average shape but a little bit muscular. He had pale skin and blue eyes and was bald with a dried up mustache and beard. “Good evening” he said in a deep but slightly flirtatious voice. “Hi,” I said back. He then asked me a couple questions about my sexual activity and I was basically honest with him about everything (I’m not the type of guy who holds stuff back). He seemed a little too fascinated about all of it, but I didn’t really give a shit. Later, he drawed my blood, he checked my cock for a discharge, I gave him a urine sample, and then I put my clothes back on, and he told me he’d call me back next week for my results. I then went home, but ironically, I was curious about Dr.XXX. I thought about how his lips would feel around my cock with his beard scrapping my inner-thighs. But eventually, I just rubbed one out then went on with my life. A week later, I was checking my messages on my cellphone after I was done with school. I then found one recorded message from Dr.XXX. I listened to it and heard him talk in a very cordial voice. He was telling me that all of my results for all STDs came back negative but there was still something he was a bit concerned about that he wanted to talk to me with. I then got nervous and called him back. When I told him, he told me not to worry at all and to come to the clinic tonight at 7pm. I agreed to meet him there then I hung up, but then I thought it was kinda weird since the STD clinic actually closed at 5pm. I then brushed it off and went about my day until it was a half hour to 7pm when I had to go see Dr.XXX. I was feeling a bit edgy because I forgot to jerk off that day, but I figured I could do it when I got back. I then got dressed, put on a pink men’s thong, red skimpy wrestling shorts, and a white football jersey (I never played football though, I was way too skinny for that.) Then I was on my way. I arrived at the clinic at 6:55pm and strangely the whole waiting room was dark/dim-light and deserted. Right away I noticed that Dr.XXX was waiting for me. He was dressed in his typical medical work attire (rubber gloves, shoes, a white lab coat etc.), but something was different…. On his face he was wearing a white health mask that covered mouth. Yet, I could see in his eyes he seemed a little eager to see me. “Good evening,” he slowly spoke, in a deep but even more flirtatious/cordial voice. “What’s up doc?” I replied casually/friendly, “What did you want to see me for?” “Follow me,” he said as he turned around and lead me back to the examination room. The examination room was brightly light like always, but something out of place caught my eye. There was a recliner chair in the examination room, which I thought was a little weird but I shrugged it off. “Have a seat,” he said in friendly voice while motioning his hand to the recliner. I did as he said and longed back in the recliner while he sat in a chair at his desk a couple feet away from me, facing me. “So here’s what I wanted to see you for,” he said to me in a deep voice, muffled by the health mask blocking his mouth, “all of your STD results came back negative, including your results for HSV-1.” I then got curious, “HSV-1? What’s that?” “Herpes Simplex Virus 1,” he answered, “I was just bit concerned though.” I then became a bit confused, “Concerned? Why are you concerned about me testing negative for herpes?” I asked, “Isn’t it good that I don’t have a virus that causes a bunch of painful sores to come back on my cock every couple of months?” Dr. XXX then replied, “Well, not exactly, but I’ll get to that later,” he then asked me, “How many men have you had intimate contact with?” “A lot,” I replied, “I don’t know the exact number. I rarely ever do anal though.” “Ahh,” he replied, “So you engage in oral sex with men often?” I then got an erection. Forgot to mention this earlier, but for some odd reason hearing a guy talk in a scientific vocabulary arouses me. I have no idea why it turns me on though. “Yes,” I replied to him, “Very often, but they suck me. I don’t suck them.” “Do you ever kiss any of these men?” he asked me. “Sometimes I guess,” I replied, “What makes you ask?” “Well that’s how herpes simplex 1 is spread,” he answered, “Herpes Simplex 1 lives on the lips and causes coldsores and fever blisters.” “Really?” I replied. I myself have never had a coldsore of fever blister and never wanted one. they’re so nasty and embarrassing to have on your lips for everyone to see. I sure was surprised to find out that they’re caused by herpes though. “Yes,” he answered me, “But 65% of the world population has the virus, most people catch it during childhood from being innocently kissed on the lips by a relative. But majority of them don’t get any symptoms and remain asymptomatic but can still be contagious, but I was worried about you though.” “Why?” I asked. “well, you don’t have the virus at all, and there’s a very high risk of you catching it from someone,” he spoke in a cordial deep voice, “and I wouldn’t want anyone to ruin that beautiful face with a nasty cold sore…” I was still confused with what Dr.XXX was telling me but started aroused for some reason. I could sense that something was starting to steam up between us. I soon started to agree with him though. “Well of course,” I replied, “I wouldn’t want an ugly and embarrassing coldsore on my lip with everyone seeing it but how can I prevent myself from getting it if it could spread without symptoms?” Dr.XXX paused for a breif moment while staring into my eyes in a alluring way, “Well, herpes simplex 1 can be passed on to the genitals during oral sex. But the virus can’t survive well on the genitals since it’s meant to be on the mouth. Most people who are infected genitally only get one to three outbreaks then it goes asymptomatic. Plus the viral asymptomatic shedding very low so it’s extremely unlikely for you to ever pass it on to any of your new sex partners, so their would be no need to disclose your infection at all if you were to have it genitally,” he spoke, “Plus one you’re infected you automatically become immune due to your body producing blood antibodies to fend off the virus so you would not be able to become infected again.” It all made sense to me right away. I could catch herpes simplex 1 genitally and not have to worry about getting embarrassing coldsores on my lips, plus it wouldn’t survive long on my genitals. “so, i find some random guy with coldsores to suck me off?” I asked, “where?” I then noticed a look of anticipation on Dr.XXX’s eyes. I then got a slight hunch of what would happen next… TO BE CONTINUED....
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I am a college dude who has been through a lot sexually, so I am just posting things i have done before and experiences that still make me cum to this day. The first time I decided to fuck a guy, and i say that because i was used when i was really young, was when i was just legal. But I remember that day so well, i was helping my cousin clean because he worked at a hair salon. He needed it clean for the week so i helped him that night. It was a Sunday evening and i lived with my grandparents at the time in a 2 bedroom house with the two rooms next to each other. I was just starting to experiment with my sexuality and decided that craigslist was a great place to find a dude who might be interested. I mean at the time i thought who would go for a young naive boy begging to be fucked. I havent had sex at all since the indecent that happened at a young age. So i start emailing guys who i thought maybe would respond. I even sent my nudies out to who ever asked. I had a picture of my shaved dick, and a picture of the wooden plunger we had in the bathroom stuck up my ass. I didnt care what fucked me i was just a horny little teen, So a guy who was in his mid twenties emailed me back and he had a massive dick. He send me a pic of it and it was the width of a redbull can and at least 9" if not bigger. He asked if i could host but at the time i didnt understand what he meant. So i said yeah, and figured it was my address. i was still not home though. Eventually he kept blowing up my phone to see if we were still meeting up. I was so nervous because i didnt know how to bring him in my room without waking up anybody. I decided i didnt care so i just let him in and came into the room. He was a lean dude but average around the waist nothing special, until he tool out his dick and made me suck it to the base. I told him he needed to stay quiet but he didnt care he just kept forcing my head all the way down and i kept gaging. The adrenaline was intense because he gave me no chance to breathe, i enjoyed his dominance. He then flipped me over and began eating out my ass. i have never felt a better and more intense euphoria in my life so i gave up my little boy cunt up like nothing. I began to talk dirty and telling him anything he wanted to hear. He gets up and sticks his dick back in my mouth, he then told me that if its not wet enough its only gonna hurt more so suck it up. At that point he grabbed my head and stuck his dick past my gag reflex and deep in my through. He kept it there for a while and i thought i was gonna die of asphyxiation, i even squirmed. He took his dick out and put me on all fours. His dick was wet with slobber and i didnt care anymore. He took the tip and began playing with my hole, at that moment i knew he wasnt gonna use a rubber, and i felt a rush of ecstasy with that thought. I just wanted him to fuck me. I looked at him back and then he Ramed his dick in, oh how i wanted to scream hard! i knew i couldnt scream and so did he because people were sleeping. But boy did it hurt, he just kept going all the way in and all the way out. I swear i felt a small tear inside but i didnt care. i wanted to feel owned. I just rememeber he kept fucking harder and harder, slapping my head from behind. He told me boys are meant to be on all fours and that i will remember that. Then all i felt right after was something running down my leg and ass, even though he hadnt pulled out yet. I knew he came in me, and it was a lot because once he pulled out there was a puddle of cum visible right where my ass was. He pushed me back on all fours and told me not to spill his cum from my ass. then he left. I stayed with my ass up all night playing with his cum as lube. I knew then that i was a corrupt little boy.
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***This is fiction*** (or a plan for a brutal future if needed) We all have plans and dreams for the future. A future bright with the possibility of success. However, what if that future or any other future for that matter were to disappear? What if those possibilities were replaced with certain death? Not a peaceful or glorious death, but an ignoble wasted death preceded by life as a lab-rat for the doctors? I am now in this situation. The prognosis from 3 different oncologist is the same; 5-8 months tops. A full year if they combine full-head radiotherapy, massive chemotherapy, and attempt to surgically remove the majority of the mass from my brain. The surgery alone has a high motality rate and will likely leave me in a vegetative state. I say FUCK THAT! I have lived well and I intend to die well. I intend to go out doing things I always wanted to do but was too invested in life to pursue. My extended family will be fine, my accounts and Trust is in order. Everyone else can go hang... Here is what I want for myself: I want to disassemble myself before the inoperable (glioblastoma multiforma) cancer does it for me. I want to descend into the dark, dungeons of a large city, and never reappear. I want to only see sunlight through windows too small to climb through or too high to reach. -not that I would. I want to become a Legendary, Twisted, SlamPig-bottom that will be remembered for the extremes I went to. I want to engage in activities that while fun, pleasurable, painful, tortuous and degrading, willl ultimately lead to my death... if death were not already assured. I want to become a permanent fixture in the dungeons of the most demented, perverted, and violent of Tops. I want to submit utterly and permanently To lose my name and identity To lose my self To lose all sense of time and not care because it truly won't matter. There is no time in the dark To be just a curiosity in the corner, a breathing piece of fuck-furniture to be passed around and used continually until useless. To be maintained, cleaned, and fed/watered enough to ensure my body temperature stays warm enough to fuck. To be so brutally fucked, fisted, stretched and modified, that I cannot remember a time that a cock was not inside me. To feel that 'emptiness" is an unnatural state. To gratefully accept all acts against me because it no longer matters. To be worn away thinner and thinner, until ultimately no longer wanted in the dungeon. They have standards after all. To finally be wrapped in a blanket or tarp, told "thank you", patted on the head, driven to a city in another state, and left somewhere to be found and made some hospice's problem for miniscule time that remains. I doubt I would even warm the sheets. I choose this because it is a choice I can still make. And because it will be fucking fun. And because how I live and how I die is ultimately my decision (if only my last one). All I ask for is Everything. Everything I have read about in the most perverse of blogs and stories, everything I have watched in the most illicit of videos, everything I was promised by various twisted people who asked me to come away with them in their van when I was a teen. EVERYTHING. There are acts and activities that have never been performed because there wasn't a pig depraved or uncaring enough to undergo them. With a little time, care, and destruction, I can be that pig. Wamest Regards, ~B.M~
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I hate it when I start reading in chem sex or bug chasing fiction forums and the writer puts first thing... "This is fiction" or "this is my first attempt at writing" or "this is a fantasy of mine but not a true story" or generally anything along these lines It turns me off straight away. I like reading stories and imagining that there may be some truth to them... and I'm sure there are quite a few that are most likely are I know they have to be listed under fiction for legal and other reasons So let's assume that they are all 'fiction' and lets not state it at the top of the page or anywhere else guys.
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Author's note: It's been awhile since I've posted a story... but I have been writing. This story is long (14 chapters and some of them fairly long themselves)... BUT it is mostly written. I'm just going back and doing proofreading / corrections/ adjustments on the later chapters... so the story should not be abandoned unfinished. The plan is to post one chapter a day (or so). Hope you enjoy. -
I know everyone here has their fantasies. Lord knows I've got more than I can type about. In my case most of the fantasies translate into situations I would most likely not not attempt by any means to fulfill because I would be afraid to either deal with the consequences or the "Oh shit, what did I get myself into?" situation. I'm curious about this line of fantasy. I have my acting as a willing cum-dump fantasy. I have another where I allow someone to secure me to some sort of bondage fixture and they whore me out for a complete weekend to anyone with a dick. I'm curious to hear about the dark fantasies that you might harbor but would never or likely never go through with. The sort of fantasies that if there was a do over, or you don't have to actually suffer the consequences of, that you might set up. Mods, if I've posted this in the wrong forum, please move it and let me know. -
Sometimes I think about weird stuff like what it would be like to get fucked by this guy or that one. I guess we all do. Lately, actually, many times over the past 8 years or so, I've fantasized about getting fucked by Barack Obama. I mean I bet that man can lay some pipe. I'm totally turned on by his casual confidence. I can see him being the kind of man who might get what he can on the side. I can see him talking me into letting him fuck me. The man is hot. And I bet he is hung. Damn. So who are your weird famous fuck fantasies? And don't say Brad Pitt. That is not unusual. We all want that. Obama.tiff
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My head hurts. I don't know why I have migraines on Sundays, but it happens about every other week, hangover probably isn't helping. I guess I fell asleep on the couch again, slept wrong, so groggy, so sore. Well, I went out last night and I guess I drank too much, I don't remember how I got home, but I'm glad I got home safe. I need to get up and move, take a piss. I noticed I fell asleep with my contacts in, it always takes a couple minutes before my eyes get a chance to reopen. I started moving my eyes while they're still closed, I started to run my hands down my face and a sharp pinch jolted me when my palm pressed on my nose. Did I get punched? I gingerly started feeling my nose. The pain made my eyes start to water so I can try looking, no bruising or blood, but I saw something silvery out of the corner of my eye. I knew something had happened. I started to roll out of the couch, my body was aching all over, my legs were a bit wobbly. I needed to get to the bathroom to see what had happened. As I was starting to straighten up, my chest and back started to itch as I slogged to the bathroom. I turned the corner and was stunned. It wasn't me in the mirror. There was this punk version of me. I saw a mostly shaved head, except for a dark red Mohawk. The shine below my nose was a thick nose ring and matching rings in my earlobes. Then it dawned on me, the itching, the soreness. Quickly I peeled off my tee shirt, and a sharp snag on my chest made me recoil in pain. After a second I was able to see the cause: my right nipple was now pierced too and a large tattoo encircled it. It took me a moment to recognize it- a biohazard symbol. I panicked, realizing my back itched too, I spun around and contorted to try seeing what was behind me. In the mirror, it was an even larger and colorful tattoo, a biohazard symbol with the word 'POZ' above it and 'whore' below it. I stood there breathless. A lot happened last night, more than just getting drunk and blacking out. The pressure in my bladder reminded me I had to piss again. I unzipped my jeans and reached to displace my briefs... I felt leather. I let my jeans drop to the floor. I was wearing a leather jock strap. I shook my head in disbelief. I still needed to pee so I pulled down the jock pouch, started to relax to urinate and then I felt some other new pressure coming from my asshole. As I stood there urinating in the toilet, I spread my legs a little and reached back with my left hand to feel the base of a butt plug. This wasn't a good sign. I pulled the jock strap all the way off and squatted down. I had to get this plug out of me. I beared down and the rubber plug started moving, and I gently pulled on it with a free hand. It got to the point that it just snapped out of me. The sudden release made my cock jump and spurt out some precum onto the leather jockstrap I just peeled off and dropped on the floor. I picked up the plug and looked at it- it was covered in thickened lightly pinkish goo. I stood back up in disbelief, dropped the plug in the sink and walked away. My hole started to clench back up and my cock was at full attention. Between my hole feeling empty and used to the plug that was inside me and a case of morning wood, I had to rub a load out, so I walked back to the living room to put some porn. I threw in my favorite gangbang flick and plopped back on the couch. As the video started loading up, I saw new dvd case on my coffee table, it had a hand-drawn biohazard sign in sharpie on it. Curious, I picked it up and opened up the case, and found a folded paper note in it. It read: "Last night you said you hated the bar whores, mostly because you wish you could be more like them. Your wish was our command. Enjoy ALL of your Gifts!" followed by another biohazard sign.
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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 Group Party 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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Authors notes: this story is purely fiction, any similarities of anyone described or any actions that take place in this story is purely coincidental.... thought pretty hot.... This is my first attempt at submitting a story so please bare that in mind as you read this. If you have any constructive criticism im all ears. But ill ignore anything thats just hate. Anywhoo here we go...... Buppy lay on his bed and sighed as he browsed stories on Breeding Zone, his cock was rock hard even though he had already cum twice wile reading a particularly hot story. He loved to imagine himself being stealthed by a hot and dominant poz guy. He was both ashamed and aroused by his interested in such things, but he just couldn’t help himself. He was getting ready to turn his computer off and go to bed feeling pent up and horny with his asshole hungry for a nice big poz cock, when he noticed he had a message. He clicked on the notification, and his heart beat out of control when he read the message; Subject: Curiouser huh? Why not got all the way? I was looking around trying to find a hole to spill my seed into when I came across your profile. I read that your interested in being converted, but your afraid. Well if your ever interested in converting drop me a line. Buppy read the message several times and clicked on the senders profile. His user name was PozzingSLC. His profile picture showed a nice big vainy uncut cock, with a biohazard tattoo just above his neatly trimmed pubes. Reading over the profile buppy found that the guy lived close by, and was just the kind of dom he wanted ot bend over for. It didnt surprise Buppy to see was poz. Buppy read over the doms page several times and stroked his cock imagining that big cock fucking him raw. He felt guilt after he shot his small load into his palm and licked it up. The thought of being pozzed was almost overwhelming, but he was scared to death of the thought of going through with it. Once he was done jacking his cock for the third and final time he turned off his computer and tried to forget about bug chasing. He didnt return to Breeding Zone for several weeks, he told himself he was going to forget all about bug chasing. He went about his normal routine of waking up, getting ready, going ot work, coming home, and go to bed just to start the routine all over. It had been months since he had been fucked last so he was feeling really pent up by now. He NEEDED cock. After looking through his normal searches for porn and stories, he just couldnt get satisfied. His mind taken over by the need ot get off he instinctively went back to breeding zone, and started searching for a good story. As he was browsing he found a story posted by PozzingSLC, he clicked on it and read through it. The story had been about him finding a slut on craigslist, and how he had stealthed the slut. Buppy stroked his cock fast and hard at this story, edging himself over and over. He eventually went ot his closet and opened his his toy box. He pulled out a bottle of cumlube and his favorite butt plug, a toothbrush, and a nice sized dildo. He laid down a sheet he used when he had such fun, as to not stain the carpet in case anything came out that shouldn’t. He pulled up PozzingSLC's profile picture and imagined it as he bent over and started prepping his asshole. He smeared lube on his asshole and moaned as he started to finger himself. He scratched his insides a bit before he took out the toothbrush and pushed it inside of himself. He moved it in and out as he swirled it around scratching up his insides as if getting ready to take a big toxic load. When the scratching was almost ot much he pulled the brush out and tossed it to the side as he took the dildo and roughly started shoving it inside of himself imagining that it was a nice and juicy toxic cock. The entire time his own cock was leaking precum and twitching from all the excitement, but he ignored it as he fucked himself. After a wile of abusing his asshole with the dildo he pulled it out and squirted a large amount of the cumlube into his slightly gaping hole and shoving the butplug in to trap it in. In his mind he imagined that the lube was a toxic load and he was trapping it in to insure he was pozzed. As he sat down he felt the butplug shift in his sore and throbbing asshole. He was light headed with feelings of lust as he oppened his messages. Again he read the message from PozzingSLC. His judgment was clouded by his lusty stupper, he clicked reply and started typing. I need your toxic load inside of me, NOW!!! He clicked on send before he could regret his decision. He ground his ass against the floor making the buttplug stir up his insides. He tried ot ignore his cock and lose himself in the fantasy of being impregnated by a charged load. When he opened his eyes he saw that PozzingSLC had already replied. Buppy shook as he opened up the reply and saw it was a short message; Then get that hairy ass over here now. 123 Fake St Buppy groaned as he plugged the address into his phone, got dressed (but leaving the buttplug inside of him,) and started heading out to meet the man who would change his life......... Authors notes continued: I have plans on continuing this story, but I wanted ot post this teaser to see how people like it. Again please leave me any constructive criticism so I can improve this and any future stories I may write. Thank you for reading.
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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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we chatted about what we wanted to do. He came over and we kissed. Then we got naked. Black chub: suck my cock boy. i sucked his cock. mmm yeah boy thats nice mmmm yeah he said. Then we went to my room and he tied me to the bed. Black chub: time to fuck you. he fucked me hard and fast. its felt very good to be fucked like that. Black chub: ooooo yeah boy feel that, im cumming in your ass. He untied me and we sleep nude together
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daddy tells me to get naked. i take off my clothes then we kiss and hug. he tells to get on all 4s. Daddy: mmm im going to fuck u good. i close my eyes and moan as daddy fucks me. oooo daddy yes yes yes oooo yes. then tells me to turn around to cum in my mouth. Daddy fucks my face and cums in my mouth. Daddy: mmmm yeah baby swallow my sweet cum swallow it all mmm good boy.
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This is my first story ever. I hope it turns you all on. It turned me on to write it and I look forward to adding on to it. MAC MEN By Randy Rawman I had been single exactly one month when my Powerbook died. I skipped the Apple store and went to a Mac Dealer in my neighborhood called MacMen. I’ve long thought that the guys at the Genius Bar are the unsung sex symbols of the new millennium, lanky bespectacled nerds with hard lean bodies and sexy tattoos under their royal blue T shirts with just a few clicks of their magic fingers and fix whatever’s ailing you and make everything okay. Yes, Apple geeks are dorky sexy. Angel’s just plain sexy. When I first laid eyes on him, I had come straight from the gym and was wearing my favorite ass-hugging red Umbro shorts and a gray Underarmour tank that caressed my pecs and shoulders and made me feel like a super hero. As Angel entered all my information into the stores computer, I took the opportunity to give him the once over. I couldn’t quite put my finger on his enthicity. There’s some Latin in there, a little Asian, maybe, definitely some black. Whatever it was, he was fucking hot. When I showed pick up my fixed computer a few days later, I was wearing the same shorts with a vintage Adidas nylon tank. Again, I had come fresh from the gym. I stayed extra long because I wanted to get a pump going in case Angel was working. Sure enough, it was him. “Hey Gym boy,” he says, even though I’m probably a few years older than him. “Here’s what we did.” He then proceeds to explain exactly what was wrong with my Mac and what they did to fix it. I could barely focus because his voice was so sexy (Where the fuck is he from?) and also because the way he was leaning on the counter, I can see his denim clad ass in the mirror behind him. While we’re waiting for my credit card to be approved, I consider asking Angel to coffee or something but can’t get up the nerve to say anything. He’s too fucking hot for me anyway. I thank him then head outside to my car. I load my computer into my trunk and when I slam the trunk lid, I see Angel walking toward me with a cocky smile. “Did I forget something?” I ask. “No,” he says. He walks the last few steps to face me before speaking again, this time in a much more hushed tone. “I wanted to catch you because I wanted to invite you to something, a party next month.” What? I was hoping that somehow our paths would cross again, but this I didn’t see coming. “A party?” I repeated. “Like a customer appreciation kind of thing?” Angel laughs. “No, it’s a private party,” he says. I shoot him a confused look. “Look, I fixed your computer,” he says, taking a step toward he and putting his arm on my bare shoulder, his volume lowering to just above a whisper. “I know what kind of dirty stories you read, what blogs you visit, what movies you download.” “I think that’s called invasion of privacy,” I say. “I think we share a common hobby,” he says. I don’t know whether to feel completely violated or totally turned on. “And what’s that?” I ask. He gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Breeding and getting bred,” he says, looking me dead in the eyes. This practically knocks the wind out of me. Just then, a mother walks by with two toddlers, totally unaware that helpful computer dork just called me out on my dirtiest little secret and that we were in the processing of bonding over one common interest; loads in asses. “Look, I gotta get back in there,” he says, handing me a postcard. “If I’m right about what you need, call the number on the bottom of that card.” He’s fucking me with his eyes now. “If I’m wrong, keep living in fantasy land and I’ll see you next time your laptop crashes from all the raw fucking you keep downloading.” It’s not until I get back in my car, that I realize my dick is rock hard and leaking in my shorts. I take a breath and read the postcard. If it was going to be an invitation to some kind of sex party, I expected it to be mysterious and vague. That wasn’t Angel’s style. BREEDHOUSE LA PRESENTS… SHUDDER Join LA’s hottest sex-studs for marathon night of load-swapping sperm-soaked fucking. JULY 24, 2013 THE RULES ARE SIMPLE: NO CONDOMS & NO PULLING OUT. NO LOADS WASTED. IF IT DOESN’T GO UP YOUR ASS, YOU BETTER FUCKING DRINK IT. The artwork is a cartoon of a blond muscle stud being fucked by a darker muscle stud who looks a lot like Angel while a group of other studs watch and wait their turn. Both fuckers are shuddering, heads thrown back in nut-draining ecstasy as the blond begs, “Breed me, fucker. Flood my ass,” and the Latino says simply: “Take. My. Cum. Uuunnnnnnnngh.” In the corner, written in ropy white letters is the artist’s signature; Angel S. Even his signature is made of cum. He’s a man of many talents. Am I brave enough to explore his other ones? It takes me two days to call him. I expect to get voicemail. I don’t. “Hello,” he says. Oh shit, do I hang up or do I talk? “Angel, this is Randy,” I say, my voice quivering. “You fixed my computer.” “I know who you are,” he says. “I was just thinking about your ass in those red shorts and how much I’d like to fill it.” I always thought my ass looked good in those shorts. Nice to have some confirmation. “How many times did you almost call me and then pussy out?” “None,” I lie. “Okay, four.” He scoffs. “Seven,” I say finally. “So I was right about you?” he says cockily. “Yes and no,” I say, fumbling the words as I try to explain myself. “I’m turned on by all that stuff, so turned on I can’t see straight, but in real life, I haven’t really explored that side of myself. Up until a month ago, I was in a monogamous relationship for ten years with a guy who didn’t like fucking. He was just into oral.” “Did Mr. Blowjob know what was on your computer?” he asks. “He didn’t want to know,” I say. “I haven’t been with anyone else in ten years.” “God, I bet you’re so fucking tight,” he says. I don’t know what to say to that. I’m saved from my awkwardness when I hear a doorbell ring on his end of the phone. “Look Randy,” he says, “I want to talk to you more, I really do, but I got a couple from Silverlake coming over here, a blond and a Latino…and the Latino’s going to breed me while I fill the blond with my four-day load. So I can’t talk. Have you thought about the party?” “It’s all I’ve thought about…but I’m not sure—“ “Check your email in tonight,” he says. “I got a proposition for you.” “You need my email address?” “I got it.” “What’s this proposition?” I say. “Just tell me.” The truth is, I just want to keep him on the phone. His voice makes me throb. “I can’t talk now, my buddies just parked…oh shit, they brought the leather, this is going to be so fucking hot, Randy. Fuck.” “Can I watch?” I say, jokingly. Angel laughs. “Hey, wait. Maybe you can,” he says. “You got Skype?” Fifteen minutes later, I’m matching a red-hot threeway unfold somewhere in the Hollywood Hills. Angel hasn’t told other two studs know he’s Skyping, but he’s positioned his computer with a nice view of the room. It’s his bedroom-slash fuck-den, complete with black leather covered bed and mirrors all around, and he’s making sure to be real vocal for me. “That’s it, Oscar,” he says when the Latino in chaps and a harness places his fat cockhead at his hot tight pucker. “Just drive it in. Uuuunnnnngh fuck! Don’t move for a second, let me get used to it.” “Okay, that’s a second,” says Oscar, with an evil smile. “I gotta fuck now.” He starts driving his cock in and out of Angel’s hot hole, withdrawing till just the head is inside and then slamming forward smashing Angel forward causing him to grind his hard cock into the bed. “Let me get on my knees, Oscar,” insists Angel. “This grinding is going to make me shoot and I don’t want to cum on the bed.” “That’s right,” says the blond, Ron, who’s in a leather vest and Nasty Pig jockstrap. “What’s the rule?” All three of them say it at once. “No wasted loads.” Angel looks right into the lens when he says that. And then he laughs. I know what he’s doing. He wants that to be my rule, too. He’s going to insist I live by it, too, or he doesn’t even want to fucking know me. No wasted loads. I can imagine him making me recite a manifesto, something like, “If there’s a cock in the room I’m in that isn’t mine, and it’s shooting a load, it’s going in me. It’s going down my throat or better yet—way better yet—up my hot ass. That’s what I was made for.” “And what else?” I imagine him asking. “And if my cock’s shooting its load, it’s going in an ass or a mouth, even if it has to be my own.” As I daydream about this, I make a promise to myself right then that from now on, even when I jack off, I eat the load. No wasted loads. “Oh fuck, I’m getting close and I don’t want to blast yet,” says Oscar. He pulls his drooling 9-inch breeding stick out of Angel’s ass, flips him around and shoves it down his throat. In the same flurry of moment, Ron, who’s 8 inches with fat mushroom head, goes balls deep into Angel in one smooth stroke. The whole switch happened so fast. There was maybe one split second when Angel when he wasn’t impaled on cock. “Fuck, your cock is amazing, Ron,” says Angel. “I can feel that fat head hitting my prostate.” “I want to drench it,” promises Ron. “But not yet.” When Ron pulls out, Angel’s hot fuckhole catches the light. Angel’s ass is already dripping with pre-cum. “I need your cock up my hole, Angel.” “This cock?” teases Angel, poking the head in and out of Ron’s tight pucker. “Is this the cock you want?” “That’s the one,” says Ron. “This cock with the four-day load in it?” says Angel. Ron throws his head back when he hears that news and groans. “Yes,” he says, like a man possessed. Angel’s rock hard 8-inch fuckstick plunges deep into Ron’s ass and he whimpers with pleasure and moans, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me so deep. God, I need your cock.” "What else do you need?” asks Angel. “I need your fuckload,” says Ron. “I need you to flood my asshole. I need to you breed me.” “Get ready, fucker,” says Angel. “I’m about to reach the point of no return.” What Angel can’t see because of where he’s positioned, but what I can is Oscar priming his dick to go back in Angel’s hole. And it’s not going to come out until it’s drenched those asswalls with DN fucking A. This man, Angle. This man who looked deep into my harddrive and later my eyes, and could see that I had a need, a deep need, that I didn’t have the balls to explore. He’s going to change that. He’s going to break me in and introduce me to the Breeding Brotherhood and in case I think for one second that he’s all talk when it comes to bareback breeding, he’s going to breed one muscle stud on cam for me too see while another muscle stud coats his ass-walls with his creamy white load. And it’s going to happen right fucking now. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, Ron,” Angel pants, just as Oscar jabs his shiny hot prick back into Angel’s puckerhole. “Oh fuck, Oscar! I was hoping you’d do that. Damn, that fuckstick is going to fuck the cum out of me and right into this fucker’s ass.” “Then do it, dude,” grunts Oscar. “Because I’m breeding you right…..NOW. Ungh…ungh…ungh…ungh…” Oscar keeps grunting with every jet of stud spunk that jets from his cock. “I can feel every squirt,” gasps Angel. “Damn, you’re still shooting.” “You’re pulling it out of me,” says Oscar. “I need cum!” Ron shouts. “Give me that four day load, Angel!” “You want it?” Angel asks. “I need it,” says Ron. “Here…it…CUMMMMS!” bellows Angel while grabbing Ron’s face and pulling him to be eye to eye. “Aaaah…aaagh…take my…cum….I’m…breeding… your….hot….fucking ….hole.” Angel arches back and is about to collapse on Ron with Oscar coming down on both of them, when suddenly Ron, stroking his hot fuckstick, says, “I’m cumming, too, guys. I wanted to breed but I’m fucking cumming. Who’s gonna drink it?” Angel and Oscar knock heads trying to dive onto Ron’s spurting cock but Angel gets their first. Angel takes jet after jet of thick cum, saying, “Mmmm,” with every spurt. After a bit, he pulls off and lets Oscar take over on Ron’s cum-soaked cock. While Oscar milks the last few drops from Ron’s delicious cockhead, Ron throws his head back, closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath. Since both his fuckbuds have their eyes closes, Angel can get away with looking right into the camera. He stares right into my soul and smiles. He heart, which has already been pounding out of my chest, nearly stops when he opens his mouth. He didn’t swallow yet. He opens wide and shows me the huge load Ron shot into him. He looks back into my eyes, swirls it around in his mouth, then points to me and then to the leather bed as if to say, “You’re next, fucker.” Then he swallows. I cum in my shorts without touching myself. TO BE CONTINUED. .
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This story was included in another posting by Nemesis elsewhere on this site. I've copied it here to afford it wider readership. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Prey by Kevin Ryan kev_ryan25@yahoo.co.uk I used to be normal, just an average young man living an ordinary, dull life. That is, until I went for late night stroll, and found a new world of lust, strength and the night. The full moon was on display on a warm summer night. Always a troubled sleeper, I decided to take a walk around the local area. I came across a woodland area that I knew from my childhood days, and, feeling adventurous and very horny, plucked up the courage to strip and wank off in a suitably subdued spot. As I walked around to find the right place, I heard a strange sound. My ears were surely playing tricks - it sounded like a howl, followed by grunting and growling. This was England, and we're not supposed to have anything like wolves, but it sounded so wild and eerie. Despite obviously being an animal, it had a human quality that raised goose bumps. I wrestled with the notion of running home, but something about the sound fascinated me. Curiosity having got the better of me, I ventured on tiptoe in the direction of the noises. I reached the end of the tree line and saw a clearing. The moon was incredibly bright and nearly full, so I had no trouble seeing. The air had electricity, vibrating with energy. I felt the hair go up at the back of my neck. But that was nothing compared to what I saw. A tall, naked man aged maybe 40-50, with a massive chest and protuding nipples was standing upright in full view. His pecs were so big his nipples pointed down. The rest of him was muscular and perfectly proportioned with his considerable height. He had short greying hair, and a moustache. Once I had taken all this in, I dared to look further down. His penis was massive. It jutted out angrily, straining upwards in search of relief towards the moon. Even from a distance, I could see it pulse, and the veins protruded out. His balls were huge and hung down between his muscular thighs. He was like a wild animal, displaying his superiority. I was incredibly turned on from this display, but also freaked out as to why he was out there. I felt my erection growing, and was desperate to relieve myself, but before I had the chance to do anything, he lifted his head up released a powerful howl. He sniffed the air, and glared towards me. His eyes were glowing yellow, and I saw his teeth reflect the moonlight. But they weren't ordinary teeth - They were fangs. I was by now terrified and considered making a run for it, when he crouched down on his powerful thighs and pounced at least 15 metres towards me. He surely wasn't human and I had no time to react. He landed in front of me, growled and licked his lips. Grabbing hold of me with his huge hands and supernatural strength, he clamped his jaw on my neck and sunk his fangs into me. Utterly helpless, I simply gave in and waited for death. Instead, weird images and sensations flooded my head: fucking, the smell of sex and sweat, of wolves howling. My dick got even harder, as he unleashed it from my jeans and jerked me off. I quickly shot a huge load over his thighs. I collapsed to my knees, as the man who had attacked me shoved his huge cock in my mouth. Fucking my throat with a ferocity I had never experienced, I could barely cope with its size. He soon erupted in my mouth, forcing me to swallow most of it; the rest spilled down the sides of my mouth. He shuddered with orgasmic joy, as I could see the sweat glisten on his massive chest. He howled once more, and strode off into the night. Confused, drained, and excited, I staggered home. Collapsing into bed fully clothed, I had forgotten that he had bit me on the neck. There was no pain, and I was too disorientated to really care. Waking up the next morning, I was still freaked out by what I saw and experienced, but as I did not appear to suffer any ill effects, I tried to put it behind me, though I did enjoy a satisfying wank remembering his stunning body. Would I go out and look for him again? It turns out I did not have much of a choice. Feeling restless and snappy all day, which only increased as evening drew closer. I found myself pacing my house, unable to shake a feeling of being drawn somewhere. I tried drinking myself to submission, but that just got me more annoyed and aggressive. Eventually I gave up and went to bed. I actually managed to sleep, but my dreams took me back to those disjointed images I had experienced last night. I saw the man from the woods, surrounded by a circle of naked, muscular men in wolf-masks, chanting something unrecognisable. The man was tied up, and crouching over a stone with a design at its centre. He seemed less muscular than when I saw him, and his cock was normal size. He was covered in some weird design, which I couldn't make out, but I got the impression that it was blood. He let out a scream which made me wake with a start, covered in sweat, panting, with my heart beating incredibly fast. My cock was rock-hard and I knew I had to do something. The clock said it was only 11.30. I fell out of bed, grabbed some clothes and made my way out. I didn't really know where I was going, but I found myself taking the same route as last night. I was still panting and sweating, and I must have looked seriously disturbed to anyone that saw me. I didn't care; something was making me go back to the woods. Once I arrived, I made my way to the clearing where that damn man had been. Sure enough he was there again, that magnificent display of muscle and cock, and those weird animal sounds coming from him. Only, he wasn't alone. The men from my dreams surrounded him. They were all hulks of muscle and displaying massive erections, but they looked very sinister. Something clicked in my head, and I found myself approaching the circle. A gap formed to let me through. Again, my cock was straining to be released, and my body felt like it was on fire. Two of the men came up to me and ripped my clothes off. My cock was nowhere near as big as theirs, but I didn't care, it felt so good to be naked, the moon shining on me. One of them took me in his mouth and sucked ferociously. My brain boiled with lust, as another went behind me and licked my arsehole. It would not be long before I shot cum everywhere, but before I could, two of them pinned my arms together, and lifted me onto the stone from my dream. All the while my cock was straining angrily, almost as if had a life of its own. They covered my torso and back with the design I recognised from my dream. Another one of the men passed me a wooden cup. Containing what smelt like blood and spunk. One side of my brain was telling me to get the hell out of here, but something more primal, and instinctual pushed me into drinking from the cup. My throat felt like it was on fire, as the chanting grew heavier and more fevered. I dropped on all fours, as I felt my body undergoing a transformation. My cock strained up to my belly, and seemed to grow in length and girth. It was rock hard, and angry. The head, which was glistening with pre-cum, was massive and purple. The shaft red, and bulging with veins. My balls doubled in size and filled with cum, waiting to explode. The rest of my body was also transforming: I felt my skin stretch as my muscles grew and bulged like my cock. I felt the fat sweat out of me, replaced with taut, firm muscles. My arse became the perfect bubble butt, and my tits developed a deep cleft. My stomach reformed with a sharp six-pack, as my thighs and calfs swelled. My biceps strained with power. I had never felt so alive, and raw. I was full of strength and aggression. I needed to fight, to wrestle, and rut with any of them - all of them. I knew what I was meant for. But the men were not finished with me. I glanced up at my initiator, who grinned a lustful and hungry smile. His yellow eyes shone in the darkness. I would be his. I looked down to his cock, it was bigger than mine, and I realised that I wanted him to fuck me. I had never been fucked before, and I knew that humongous cock would tear me apart, and I couldn't wait. He growled at me, as if he knew what I was thinking. Crouched down and tied up, my newfound muscles bulging with power, and my monstrous cock dripping precum, I was nearly over the edge. Any rational, human thought had ceased in my brain. The circle of men began masturbating their equally large cocks as they continued their chanting. I sensed that the ritual may be drawing to a close, as my mentor came up to me. We snapped and growled at each other, as I strained against my bonds with ever increasing fury. He played with my nipples, twisting and slapping them. One by one, the circle climaxed and began to cum, huge arcs splashing all over us. I was doused in it. Another cup was shoved in front of my face, and I eagerly drank it dry. I felt my cock grow another inch, and my muscles expand even more. I had reached my breaking point. In a howl of anger and lust, I ripped by bonds apart, and leapt for my man. We tore into each other, rolling around on the grass, punching, biting - the sound of hard flesh slapping, the smell of blood, cum and sweat overpowering me. I had to fuck him, to be fucked now, or I should surely explode. He wrestled me into submission, climbing on to my back. He spat on his giant cock, and began to finger me roughly, teasing my asshole. I writhed about in lust, but he managed to find my enlarged prostate. He pressed on it which sent unbelievable sensations through my body. My cock jumped and gulped, getting even bigger. In my near-animal state, I growled at him to fuck me. He needed no more invitation. He lubed my cock with some of the globules of spunk around us and rammed his cock up to my arsehole. There was little resistance, as I seemed to have greater control over my body. I willed my arsehole to expand, and we both howled in ecstasy. The world seemed to disappear from my consciousness. We were making unholy noises, but I did not care. my insides were being pushed apart by this monstrosity. I didn't care. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced in my life. It did not take long for both of us to reach what was going to be an almighty climax. I felt his cock enlarge, as he urgently pumped into me. Suddenly, he exploded and shot his cum deep into me, letting out a massive roar. This tipped me over the edge, as my cock, which looked about to burst, shot out cum again and again. It felt like several orgasms at one. We fell apart, as both of us began to convulse. I could feel the final stage of my new life begin. My skin rippled, as hair began to push out of the folicles. My mouth stretched outwards into a muzzle, as tooth became fang. My hands changed shape, to be more paw-like, with long, hard claws. My body became even more muscular, even muscles I did not know I had pushed out of me. My cock became hard again, with the sheer ecstasy of my new form. The change was over in a matter of minutes, and I was dimly aware of my new wolf-lover transforming. He truly was a magnificent animal. I could not wait to mount him this time. We leapt at each other as the change was completed, as I shoved my cock into his eager arse. Biting at his back, we holwed in unison. I had found my soul-mate, my alpha male. That was two years ago. My old life dissappeared from my consciousness. Although we only became wolf during the full moon, my body was forever changed after that night. I soon learnt that it was our job to recruit fresh meat into our wolf-pack - a task I was more than ready to take up.
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We get together and have several play sessions where you have teased my hole a lot. Getting inside me but yet never cumming. Then one night we have a nice dinner together and afterwards we take a slow sensual shower together. Slowly lathering each other up. I get down on my knees and lick your cock up and down and get it nice and hard. I work my tongue down to your balls and then under them. You turn around and spread open your cheeks. I proceed giving you a hot rim job. After awhile we get out and go to the bedroom. I proceed to lick you all over. I slowly lay you on your back. My firm hands massaging and touching in places that cause you to squirm. I lift up your legs and get your hole nice and wet. I get up on my knees and tease your hole with my cock. There is a hot energy in the air. I slowly enter, feeling the warmth of you hot hole. I proceed to fuck you in nice slow sensual strokes. I bend over and kiss you. I feel my orgasm building. I start getting faster and you feel my sweat dripping down. I do one final thrust and shoot deep inside. I lean over and give you a kiss. After awhile I pull out, spent. We snuggle for awhile and we curl up and snooze in a spooning position behind me. Later I feel you hard on my backside. Your hands start roaming all over me just hitting the right spots. I start to let out little groans. You nibble the back of my neck and ears. I start to wimper... you know you have me hot now. I flip over and give you a deep kiss. You get on top of me, spreading my arms and kissing me. There is an intensity in you I can feel. I feel your hands doing something but I am too busy enjoying your kissing and feeling your hard body on mine. All of a sudden, I feel that my wrists are bound. You slowly back off and keep just far enough away that I can't reach. You start to tease me with your eyes and your tongue. Your hands just giving enough touch but leave me wanting more. You see me struggle with my bonds. Aching for more. Trying to wrap my arm around you to pull you in even more... you slowly work your tongue down my chest. I feel you spreading my legs. I have such a helpless look on my face, but yet I want more. You lift my legs up and start to rim me. You see me really struggle against my bonds and moaning loudly. You lube up a finger with your spit and just play on the rim of my hole.. you see it pucker more. I am moaning sooo loudly... I start to say "please...please" you watch your finger slowly slide in. I let out a huge moan (Ahhhhhggggg!) You work in and out. You feel my tight hole clamp around your fingers. You reach over to grab some poppers for me... knowing how that really opens me up. You lean over and give me a deep kiss. Opening the poppers to me and letting me have several deep whiffs. You watch my eyes... open wide when they take effect - knowing my inhibition walls are coming down. You lube up a few fingers and slowly work it. One finger then two then three... Each time I am thrashing around, moaning, wanting more. You keep teasing my body. Working me up to a feverish pitch. I finally say..."please fuck me, please... give me your cock! I want you in me..." You've been waiting for your cue. You get up behind me putting my legs on your shoulders. Leaning in slowly entering my hole watching my eyes.... you see me widen up as your head slips in. My eyes roll back as I moan. You give me another few hits of poppers... you feel my tight ass release and you work it in. All of a sudden I feel your balls hitting my hole.. you are all the way in.. You lean down just to kiss, but keep far enough back to make me want it. You watch my arms flex and struggle against the bonds. Please kiss me .... I feel you slowly working your cock in and out of my hot tight ass knowing this will be yours. You work me over again and again.... getting me higher. I am no longer moaning but almost yelling. You know you have me now.... You ask me - you want it boy? You want me in you always? I am so zoned and heated up from all your teasing. I am like play-dough in your hands. I whisper "please sir please give me your seed." You pull all the way out and tease my hole again.... then Slam it in. Uggh - I scream. You start fucking me hard. You see me squirming all over, each time you are hitting my sweet spot. You grab my cock and jerk it. It has been leaking so much this whole time that it's slick with pre-cum. As you fucking me, I feel my load building. Please fuck me harder... I want you in me.... You let go of all your inhibitions... and start ramming me hard.... you lean over to kiss me... giving a deep hot kiss. That sends me over the edge and you feel my cum shooting between us and my ass spamsming around your cock.... You can barely hold out any longer.... You whisper "you want it don't you" I look deeply in your eyes..."Yes please". You give me a few more thrusts and I feel you go deep. My eyes totally widen and I start to feel you throbbing. You let out a scream and I feel you spasm inside... My hole opens wider to get more of you in. You lean over and kiss me deeply. I savagely kiss you back. Damn hot. We both collapse, spent. You slowly pop out and cum starts leaking out. You work down and lick some out. You come back and up and we share in a deep kiss. You release my arms from there bonds and we wrap around each other. We kiss and nibble and just feel the warmth between each other. My neg hole leaking your toxic cum... We cuddle for awhile then round two gets started...
