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Anyone on the Cape or South Shore of Massachusetts looking for fun? Love to breed and get bred. Love to shoot inside a nice warm hole and get your cum either down my throat or in my ass! Neg guys are very welcome. Read my profile for contact details!
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the following story is of revenge and lust and love. the back story is a bit long but necessary for you to understand the Rage that Dave felt. I was a late bloomer, at least physically, as puberty didn’t hit me until I was almost 15. That being said it should also mentioned that my genetics gave me a large penis, even before puberty, so when it hit I was exceptionally built, even if my body didn’t really start developing until many of my peers had already had their growth spurts, began developing hairy crotches and arm pits, a few even had the beginnings of peach fuzz on their cheeks and upper lips. Upon entering high school, however, I looked like a ten year old, I was 4’6” and still maintained a good amount of baby fat, I was toned and athletic but the fat on top of my muscles made me look pudgy. My name is Dave by the way and although I have just described what would result in a not so pleasant high school experience, the real story began in kindergarten. I was the small slightly klutzy kid who, while active, found that my hand eye coordination was off just a tad and accidents found me. Fortunately Justin, a bright athletic toddler, decided he liked this calamity-waiting-to-happen kind of kid and befriended me, bringing me into the popular kid circle. We became bosom buddies up until the third grade, when Justin’s athletic abilities started steering him towards the more coordinated jock crowd. He played pop warner football in the fall and little league baseball in the spring, while I gradually turned into a bookworm, all the while looking like a first grade student. More than one of my teachers went so far as to discretely (or not) ask if something was wrong with me since. They always prefaced their comments by noting that while I was clearly quite smart, my body wasn’t developing at the same rate as my peers, and more than one teacher recommended my parents to seek out professional help for me. Midway through the fourth grade after many test the doctors simply said I was normal, and that my body would catch up as soon as I hit puberty. They did discover my motor skills problems were related to a sight problem, where objects coming towards me at a rapid pace were perceived as approaching at a slower speed, affecting my reaction speed and often resulting in an accident or mishap. I was prescribed glasses to help with my eye problem which just made me look geekier. While Justin and I had drifted apart into different circles of friends he had been cordial up to this point, but after I started wearing glasses, he started taunting me, putting me down and occasionally shoving me. He was becoming the typical jock bully. By 6th grade he was starting to make my life miserable at school and in the neighborhood, since he lived just a block away. In seventh grade when all the boys it seemed were starting to develop I still looked like a third grader, small, clear skin, pudgy and with a little kid voice. Justin just used my stature as another means of tormenting me, what he didn’t realize though is I had constructed a fairly decent home gym for myself to work out in, so while he was out playing ball and terrorizing the neighborhood with his jock pranks throughout middle school and freshmen and sophomore years I was developing my muscle mass, improving my eye hand coordination and under my layer of baby fat was becoming a hot jock myself, I had developed quite the throwing arm with a football, as well as a kicker. I also was starting to get pretty good with a basketball, winning almost all of my games of HORSE with my friends. Justin continued to be my number one bully however, never realizing or noticing the changes my small framed body had gone through. He made my life a living hell at school. Then about half way through my sophomore year when I was fourteen almost fifteen things really began to change for me as my body finally started changing, my voice broke and I started a growth spurt, I went from being just under 5 feet to 5’7 in six months my baby fat started giving way to the musculature below and my man parts which had already been large for a boy my age began to fill out more, by the time I turned 16 my cock hung limp at 8 inches and filled out when hard to just over ten. Upon entering my junior year I was nearly 6’ tall and had a 28 inch waist, with a 38 inch chest and 17 inch biceps, I was a classic hunk, but Justin didn’t seem to notice, even when I tried out for football (QB and punter) for junior varsity he didn’t take notice. I won the spot as third string QB and 1st string punter and was actually starting to become a jock type myself, but Justin just kept taunting me and manhandling me, not in a good way, being the bully he had become since fourth grade to me. I finished high school and went on to college, gaining a bachelor’s degree, then opening a business of my own. It had been now 5 years since college and I considered myself successful and happy, I owned my own home had two beautiful dogs to keep me entertained and happy, had a circle of friends I could rely on and socialize with. Now you may wonder where this is going, I know you are wondering “ok he’s writing and posting this on a sex story forum, where’s the hot steamy sex? “ Fear not dear reader for that’s just the backstory, the real story begins now. Two weeks ago I got a message on a social media site requesting my presence at the 10 year reunion of my graduating class of high school, from a dear friend of mine asking if I’d be her date, since neither of us had chosen a love interest to co-habitat with, I knew she was a lesbian and she knew I was a gay guy. I accepted her invite hoping some of the guys, Justin, had grown up and changed. The night of the reunion had arrived and I went to pick up Molly, she was as beautiful as ever, we proceeded to the event hall of our alma mater and proceeded to have a pleasant time, only once did I spy my nemesis across the room still being a jock, still looking hunkier than ever. I noticed many of the jocks had lost their luster and were looking a little pudgy after just 10 years, but a few of my classmate were looking pretty dam good, Justin included, I knew several of the ones who were once gangly teens and know came off as hunk were gay like me and would run across them at the gym on occasion. The night went off without incident and I returned home to my loving dogs, only to find a message on my machine, it was from Justin “dude caught sight of you at reunion, got you numbers from the roster at the event, would really like to get together and talk, we have a lot of catching up to do, and lots to discuss, please call me back ***-***-****” I was shocked he even had the audacity to call let alone look me up after all the bullshit he put me through in junior high and high school, I hit erase and headed off to bed. My dreams suddenly were filled with images of Justin standing before me naked, jerking off then pissing on me, taunting me “Yeah you like that you dirty faggot, take my waste, I bet you’d like if I raped your ass” I woke in a cold sweat and a raging bone, thinking about Justin abusing me, although he never taunted me with homophobic slurs in our shared youth. I rolled over and fell back to sleep, only to awoken by my dogs nuzzling me to let them out. It was Saturday and after letting the animals back in packed my gym bag and was out the door to the gym. I checked my phone and there was a text from an unknown number, I cautiously opened it, it was from Justin “Dave, its Justin, I know I was mean to you back when but I really would like a chance to see and talk to you, please bud give me another chance” Who the hell did he think he was asking for a second chance after making my school experience less than pleasant? “Dude you made my high school years a living hell, if you only realized what you put me through you’d stop taunting me and just forget I ever existed… I’m off to the gym so I don’t have time for your bullshit” I really didn’t know why I had added that last part, maybe to prove to him I was as manly as he was and dig back at him that I had turned into one hell of a hunk myself. Didn’t really matter as I exited the locker room and headed to the tread mill. I started off slow after stretching then sped it up to a healthy 5mph pace for a nice jog for ten minutes or so, I was dripping sweat when I noticed someone had climbed on the treadmill next to mine, I slowed it down to a fast walk to start my cool down, then to a slower pace to bring my heart rate back to normal, I glanced over to see Justin beginning to break a sweat at a healthy jog I slowed down some more, the shut down the machine, leaving without so much as an acknowledgement of my nemesis
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I was in Washington DC last week for a work trip. I always try to get loaded up (and dump a few loads) when traveling for business, and this trip was no exception. My hotel had a partnership with a nearby gym so I decided to take advantage of it to blow off some steam after work. I douched a couple times just to be prepared and headed out. There was quite a bit of hot eye candy of all kinds at this gym, including some stunningly sexy black men. It's a mostly mixed gym so it wasn't easy to determine if the hot guy with the big bulge you're drooling over was gay or straight, even so, I couldn't keep my eyes off of this one particular gentleman - 40ish, 6'2', 240 pounds of rock solid, black muscle. His bulge was definitely promising and I caught him returning a stare a couple times. That definitely got my hole twitching. I made sure to end my workout at the exact time the stud was headed to the locker room. We both collected our belongings and began changing out of our workout gear. I could tell he liked what he saw - and my God, did I like what I saw! His dick was pretty huge and getting plumper by the second. I was now on a mission. I finished my business and headed out near the gym lobby. He was 10 seconds or so behind me. As I walked out of the gym I held the door open for him and gave him a devilish smirk and noticed he had placed a wedding band on his ring finger. He smiled and shook my hand with a very firm grip, introducing himself as Walter. As luck would have it, the parking garage and my hotel were in the same general vicinity, and when I mentioned I was in DC for work and staying at the Marriott, Walter was definitely intrigued and the conversation lingered a bit so I took the bull by the horns, so to speak, and asked him if he wanted to grab a drink in the lobby. He agreed and said he'd put his gym bag in the car and meet me inside. My hole was not only twitching, it was beginning to sweat a little and get wet back there. It's got a mind of its own. Walter and I drank a couple beers and he told me he'd been married for 10 years. He could have easily walked away but it was obvious that we both wanted to fuck. When I suggested we go up to my room, Walter said his wife would be expecting him home within the hour so we didn't have a lot of time. So I suggested we hurry. We went upstairs as quickly as we were able, and I dropped to my knees even before my hotel room door had closed. His rock hard cock was out within seconds. It truly was a beautifully thick, veiny, throbbing piece of meat, easily ten inches and oozing pre-cum. I immediately went to work on it, sucking away. His crotch smelled incredibly hot and my senses were in overdrive. My efforts were rewarded often with more oozing pre-cum, which makes me moan just about every time. Before long, one of his strong hands was squeezing my ass. My hole was puckering like crazy. Since he was married I dreaded the condom question - but it was never mentioned. We both knew where his nut was going. Since we were short on time I stood, turned around and offered him my thick bubble butt. I slobbered his piece up pretty well and he spit on my hole several times before fingering me to open me a bit before placing the head of his massive dick against my hole. Fuck, this was going to feel incredible. He slowly entered my body, stretching my hole open inch by inch. The pain was intense but it hurt so fucking good. Once deep inside me, he started some dirty interracial talk (which I also love) about muscled white boys and how hot it is to see a big, black cock splitting a hot white hole open. And shooting inside. He picked up the pace a bit and the base of his pole grew even thicker. His moaning and heavy breathing let me know that he wouldn't last much longer. Sweat began to pour from both of us. I begged him for his load. And I got it. Three huge spurts of spunk back to back as I squeezed the fuck out of his cock. He stayed inside me for a bit and I wiggled my ass against him. Why did it have to end? He reluctantly plopped out of me and I spun around to lick him clean, which he loved. Sweet, sweet nut....in both of my holes. We exchanged information and I jokingly (or not) made a comment about getting him a room key. I wanted as much of that man as I could get for the remainder of my three-day work trip. "Fuck yeah" was his response. My swollen, beautifully sore hole - twitch, twitch, twitch. I could feel his cum dripping down my leg as we rode the elevator down to the front desk to get his key.
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Any top guys into chubby bottoms around London?
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I had a gap in my meetings, so I planned a long lunch break, when a guy I knew through Bbrts e-mailed me asking if we could hook up. I had met him a few times, and when he said he would pick me up and take me somewhere to fuck. Sounded good to me. When he drove-up I got into his car and we headed for a house near my work. When we arrived I walked in to find five older guys, naked and ready to go. They told me they had been looking for a willing bottom with whom to play, so I stripped, bent over the end of the sofa, and took all of them, raw. They filled my ass and mouth with cum so I was covered with it, swapping positions so each had the chance to fuck me and force feeding me his cum covered cock. As I sit at my desk and type this I have about seven loads leaking out of my ass. This was one of my better lunch hours. :-)
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Marked as His: I had three pretty hot breeding experiences within about a month of one another and know that I got positive from one of them – or maybe got poz cum from them all. The first was the story of my first group breeding and first time taking cum in my ass. https://breeding.zone/topic/35240-my-first-group-breeding-and-experience-with-watersports/ The second was when I was bred by a married Mexican man. https://breeding.zone/topic/35252-bred-by-a-married-mexican-man/ Here is the third breeding. After being bred by the married guy, I could not stop thinking about him or the construction guy from Houston who fucked me in the adult theater along with a few others. Even though I felt guilty and ashamed, my ass was hungry and I wanted to feel full again and to experience that mind-blowing sex sensation I had when they bred me raw. A couple other guys who wore condoms had fucked me since I got bred, but it was boring and very unfulfilling even when one of them was pretty aggressive. I didn’t understand, and at the time did not make the connection to the fact they had fucked me raw. It was a Saturday afternoon and I had signed into an internet chat room and was messaging with a black guy. He sent me a pic of his dick and it was very long and thick, with a lot of foreskin. I was hooked. In addition, he sounded very nice and sweet and asked if I would be interested in coming over for a drink. I said sure and soon was on my way. When I got to his place he greeted me at the door and invited me in. We went to the living room and sat with our drinks and chatted, and talked mostly about sex, about how I loved to get fucked, and he said he liked long, slow fucks where he could hold someone. I said that sounded great. Before long he moved over closer to me and started kissing me. Gently at first, then a little harder, a little harder, and I backed off and said, “I’m sorry. I’m not sure I’m up for this.” He replied, “No problem,” although he did not look happy. We continued to relax, drink, and chat and about 10 minutes later he got up and went to the bathroom to take a piss. I was then quite surprised when he came back out and I looked up and saw he was totally naked with a rock-hard dick that pointed out from his muscled body. I started to stand up to say something, although I’m not sure what as I was battling between, “I should go,” and “Fuck me now!” By before I could say a word he was on me, pushed me back onto the couch and started to yank my shorts down. I said, “Stop, stop, no,” as I kept struggling – half heartedly - and he just laughed. My shorts were only half way down as he flipped me around and pushed my face down into the couch cushion and then plunged his cock up my ass. I screamed out and tried to get away but his full weight was on me. My chest and face were on the couch and knees on the floor with him squatting above me and slam fucking his raw dick into me dry. Every stroke felt like he was ripping my ass. After the first couple he pulled all the way out, then went all the way back in again, but deeper this time. “TAKE THIS BLACK DICK, YEAH, TAKE IT!” he kept saying over and over as he fucked faster. His strong hands were on my shoulders and every time he thrust in he pulled back on my shoulders and shoved in deeper. Far too quickly I felt him stiffen and his whole body started to quiver and he grunted, thrust one last time, then yanked his cock out of my ass. He then knelt down beside me and said, “YOU’RE WHITE ASS IS MINE NOW. I JUST MARKED YOU AS MINE. YOU ARE MY PUSSY NOW, NOW GET UP.” I stood up and tried to yank up my shorts as he pushed me ahead of him towards his bedroom. I could not believe his cock was still hard and it looked mean and angry. His room was pretty dark, but I could see a huge, elevated, four-poster bed and he had some straight porn playing on a TV of some black guys fucking a white woman. He pushed me towards the bed and as he did he grabbed the back of my t-shirt and yanked it off over my head. My owner then yanked my shorts all the way down, pushed/half threw me back on the bed, bent down and raised my legs up so I was laying on my back with my ass was near the edge of the mattress. He stuck a couple fingers up my ass and I flinched as he worked them around. “I need some more white pussy – you going to give it to me? Huh? That pussy felt good and I can fuck for hours.” I started to say I didn’t think I could take it again, but he yanked his fingers out of my ass and stuck them in my mouth. He said, “Yeah taste my cum from your pussy. You’re mine now, I made you all mine.” He reached over to the bed stand and grabbed a bottle of lube that was there, squirted some on his dick, then grabbed a bottle of poppers. He handed them to me and told me to take a hit. I had never used poppers before so did not know what he meant, so he showed me. “You better take a big hit, you’re gonna need it as I plan to tear that pussy up.” I took a hit of the poppers, and laid back and felt the heat and rush in my head. I let out a sigh and felt his dick slam backup into my hole. I looked up at his face and he had such an evil gleam in his eyes and a twisted little smile as he held my legs to the side while he fucked. “YEAH, NICE WHITE PUSSY, MAKING YOU MY PUSSY, YEAH, TAKE THIS BLACK DICK, HMMM….” I had never been with someone who did racial, dirty talk or called my ass a pussy and could not help but laugh on the inside as I realized I was thinking about that while this big man was fucking me. I had slid back some on the bed so he pulled me closer to the edge and slowed his pace a little and started working his dick from side to side and at angles when he pushed in. Being fucked rough, raw, and with such desire and passion felt so fucking amazing! There was no pain, just this amazing feeling of him inside me. My BBC owner then pulled his cock out and I snapped back to reality and looked up at him. He had a serious and determined look on his face now, no smile, so I didn’t know what was wrong. He let my legs drop and then bent down over me so his face was inches from mine. “What do you need?” I didn’t understand what he was talking about. He asked again, “What do you need?” and I said, “Your dick.” With his left hand he grabbed my face and said again, “What do you need?” and I said, “Your black dick.” He smiled a little and said once more “What do you need?” and I replied, “Your black dick in my white pussy. It’s your pussy, please fuck it!” His face lit up with a huge smile and I felt frozen looking into his eyes, silently pleading for him to fuck me. He then stood, climbed all the way onto the bed, pulled me up beside him, pushed me onto my stomach, climbed onto my back and put his full weight on me. I moaned as he took his and parted my ass cheeks while he started working his dick back inside my sore ass. My new BBC lover went slowly at first and because I was not used to being fucked this way I started to squirm a little. He then shifted his weight again and hooked his left arm under and around my neck and with his right, he pulled my right arm back and held it. His dick felt so good and I started whimpering/grunting with every thrust he made and from the heat and sweat of his hard body against mine, and his heavy breath in my ear. He was deliberate, methodical, and quiet as he fucked me like that for a long time and showed me he had the stamina of race horse. After a while, he started getting verbal again. “OH YEAH, MAKING THAT MY WHITE PUSSY, MAKING THAT PUSSY HURT. YOU WANT THAT PUSSY TO HURT?” I didn’t say anything and he cuffed the side of my head. So I said, “Yes Sir, please make it hurt.” He grunted and kept thrusting. “I’VE MARKED THAT PUSSY AS MINE NOW. NO ONE ELSE BETTER BE UP IN THAT PUSSY UNLESS I SAY SO, YOU HEAR? TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED, TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED.” So I started begging for him to fuck me, “Please give me your black dick, please make that pussy yours.” Each time I said that he fucked harder and deeper. Soon he was slamming my ass and his arm around my neck got tighter and tighter. I could hardly breathe and when I tried to move my right hand he held me down tight. He then screamed in my ear, “AAHHH FUCK BITCH!” and then I felt him shoot. His cock swelled up and I could feel it spasm as shot of shot of cum went up my ass. I could feel the heat of his load and mixed with the smell of his sweat and him on me, it made my dick shoot. He laid on me for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom. He came out, tossed me a towel and asked if I wanted something to drink. We then went to the living room and watched TV like nothing had happened at all. It was getting late so I said I should go, he just looked at me, got up, started turning off the lights and went into the bedroom. I was not sure what to do so I followed, got undressed, and crawled up on the bed beside him. My BBC owner rolled me to my side, nestled his dick up against my ass, and we went to sleep. STAY TUNED FOR: MARKED AS HIS – EPILOGUE – PART 1 – HOLD THE CUM IN
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Has anyone else lost friends after deciding that bareback was for you? I had one friend who I used to have some gear fun with, and he was always telling me that vanilla was so boring and he preferred piggy sex. Somewhere in the back of my mind I still was not sure if he was as kinky as I consider myself, but he always seemed to make a point of telling me that he liked things kinky and piggy. So I finally decided, the last time I talked to him, to tell him that I was really only into bareback fucks, including gangbangs and anonymous scenes. I immediately felt a wall go up. Suddenly he was asking me questions about HIV and risk. I figured 'what the hell, I said I was going to tell him the truth' so I told him it was not really a concern for me. That was several weeks ago and I haven't heard from him. I'm pretty sure he's decided to shut me out of his life because he thinks I'm a whore. Has anyone else lost friends who could not understand the wonderful feeling of bareback sex?
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I have been fucking bareback since i was 18. That said, i am a pure top. Now 20 and after countless penetration into cumfilled holes and loads pumped deep into anon bottoms, my results came out shockingly negative today. Apart from minor genital warts, i am std free. So.. am i just lucky? Or does being the insertive partner not as high risk as it was thought to be? Fyi, i use lube most of the time while fucking. Otherwise it would have to be a sloppy cumfilled hole that becomes the lube. And i dont suck nor had felched loads.
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I'm in the mid-cape area looking to breed and seed or get bred. Will gladly flood you with my cum and play with all (BB Only) Strictly oral is cool too, if that's what you prefer as long as you leave your cum inside me! I love hot little asses, uncut cocks and ethnic guys but none of these are a prerequisite! As long as you want some cum swapping fun, it's all good! If you're planning to visit the area and want to play, let me know in advance. Negative guys are very welcomed, as long as you're cool with my being positive! Read my profile as its full of info! Be serious, no games and have a face pic available here or by email.please. (If you're negative; be ready to acknowledge my HIV Positive status in an email)
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Logged into A4A Sunday morning and almost immediately got a hit - black guy in his mid 30s with an 8" cock, wanting me to come to his place. His profile had no pic but I didn't care. Grabbed my poppers and was out the door less than 5 minutes after I turned on the computer. Messaged him when I arrived and he met me at the door. He was a little chubby but very good looking, and his cock was already hard and swaying back and forth under his boxers. Behind him, his roommate sat watching TV. He didn't even look up as I walked in. I got a little nervous - I'm not used to my hosts having people at home when I come by, and I do tend to get loud when a top is really going to town on my hole. My host reassured me that his roommate was also gay, and they frequently brought guys back to the apartment (though they never played together). I needed cock bad, so I threw caution to the wind and let my host lead me to his bedroom. He closed the door and dropped his boxers, and one of the most perfect cocks I've ever seen hung between his legs. Long, just the right thickness, hairless, with a head that's just smaller than the shaft making it the perfect torpedo to skewer my ass. In a flash I was on the floor with the head of his cock in the back of my throat. The next thing I knew, I was bent over his bed, my brown bottle under my nose, and his lubed cock probing at my hole. He slid inside in one quick thrust, which caught me off guard. The lube did its job, though, and so did the poppers. I was immediately in heaven. I tried to stay quiet as he pounded his shaft home, but every so often a moan escaped my lips. Then I heard the door open. My host never missed a beat, drilling my ass deep as I felt his balls slap against mine. Suddenly his roommate was climbing on the bed in front of me, lining up his cock with my mouth as his roommate continued to tame my ass. It was a thick uncut cock, about 9x6, glistening with precum. "Thought I'd keep him quiet for you," said the roommate to my host. "I think the neighbors downstairs are home." With that, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock into the back of my throat, and deeper. I gagged, but he just held my head in place as he slid his shaft in and out of my throat. Meanwhile my host never let up his assault on my hole, pounding harder and harder as his climax neared. "I'm gonna cum," said my host, and he gripped my hips tighter as his pace quickened. "Me, too," said his roommate as he felt my drool running down his shaft and coating his balls. And with that, I was rewarded with something I've never had before, ever in my life - simultaneous creampies in both holes. I felt my host's cock spasming in my hole as his load gushed into my guts, and his roommate's shaft pumped over and over against my lips as his load trickled down my throat. As they pulled away I collapsed on the bed. The roommate took his still semi-hard shaft and dipped it into my ass, mixing his cum and my saliva with my host's load. Then he positioned his cock in front of me and guided my mouth to it, where I proceeded to lick the cocktail of spit, cum, and my ass from his shaft. It was the most delicious concoction I have ever tasted.
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Willing to do a day trip (and overnight if required) to be bred by one or more toxic tops. Other gifts more than welcome no matter what you have. Prefer if you host but may arrange a hotel if there are enough breeders willing to play. Other kinks welcome. Tie me up, be rough, rape play, watersports etc.
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Would anyone be interested in breeding a willing neg hole tonight at steamworks manscountry bitterpil on bbrt
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This was the first time I got bred. And it was without my consent. So a few days before the date I was chatting with a guy who was about 45 - 50 years old. I am 23. I told him about me, that I just got fucked twice (with a concom) and had blown 3 cocks. So not much experience, but actually looking for more action. So we chatted back and forth and he was making me really want to meet him. I was telling him about some fantasies and that thinking about a huge load of cum, that made me really horny. He wanted to meet me in a dark cruising place in a sex store, where we could lock us up in a room. He basically just wanted me to blow me, but he told me that he would enjoy to watch me blow other cocks or even get fucked by other guys. It was clear to him, that i was just a submissive boy that would let other men use me. He told me to just first meet and blow him, and maybe another time I would get fucked by another man. The idea of that made really horny. He had told me, that I just would have to come, show my nice body and he would make the rest happen. I was shy, but it turned me on to meet this man, so finally we set a meet. As agreed we met at the entrance, we just shortly exchanged "hi" and we were about to enter. Then I just noticed another guy with him, maybe about 40-45. But I didn't say anything. I followed him and the second guy followed me. We entered in one room that had enough space for all 3 of us. I was nervous. Somehow I knew I was the young submissive boy and that I was there for them to use me. I could feel how they just needed to fuck a young boy. Specially the second man I didn't know, looked really dominant and didn't appear to care about me, just more about my ass. Well, once inside and door locked the guy from the chat made gestures as to take off my clothes. I did so. There I was naked. Then he sat down, took out his cock and gestured to blow him. I went on my knees and started blowing him. Then he grabbed my ass and made me lift it up and stand while still blowing him. The other guy was behind me and just unzipped his pants. Right then I knew, I was going to get fucked. I probably didn't know it then, but I felt like I didn't have any control over me or the situation. I was getting controlled and used by this dominant man, and I knew there was nothing I was gonna do. And maybe this made me really horny and even more nervous. So the guy just took out a bit lube, I felt how he put it on my pussy and then I just felt his cock pushing on my hole. He grabbed me by my hipps and I just felt the pressure. I felt how he just needed to fuck me and wouldn't let me go. All went so quick, his cock was sliding inside me, more and more until he was inside me all the way. Then he started to fuck me, not too fast but really good and hard. Right then I knew, even if I didnt see it, that he was fucking me without a condom. I just thought, wow, it feels so good. I was feeling his hard and quite big cock inside me and I knew he didn't use a condom. That made me so horny. It felt so real. I think what made me horny the most was that he didn't ask me if he should use one and that I didn't know he was just going push his cock in my hole without protection. He continued fucking me and I was blowing the other guy. And then suddenly the one who is deep inside me looks the the other guy and tells him: "I am going to unload inside." I blinked at the other guy and say him nodding, then I felt how he just continued to fuck me. Right there I knew, if he continues fucking me, he is just going to cum inside me. This time a bit harder and deeper. After a few seconds he was going faster. I knew he hadn't a condom and all he wanted was to inseminate me. I had a million thoughts. I was really nervous and I just hoped he wouldn't come yet, but at the same time I was really horny and wanted him to fuck me deeper as I felt his cock inside me. Then as I was feeling how he would come inside me very soon, he was fucking me hard and suddenly he pushed his cock really deep inside me and moaned. He left his cock balls deep inside me as he was filling me with a huge load of his semen. At this moment I was so shocked I couldnt feel anything but his cock inside me. I still didnt know 100% for sure that his semen was now inside me, but it was the only option basically. The moment he came, I didnt really feel the semen shooting inside me, but I felt like he could push it deeper and how it felt different. It must have been the load. Probably a huge one. I just found myself pushing real hard against him, making him be deeper inside me. At that moment my instincts made me want him to be deep inside me while he is shooting his cum. He clapped once shortly on my ass and took his dick out. After that he just zipped his pants and left. Then the other guy also stood up and made me immediately put on my clothes and leave. Suddenly there I was on my way home. And it turned out that I had the whole load of semen inside me from a complete stranger. Cause when I arrived back home and I put a finger on my hole, it was full of cum dripping out of my hole. There was nothing that I did to get the load. I didn't ask for it. The guy just took me and he did breed me with his semen. I felt like a cheap slut. But I was really horny.
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Any other tops notice how needy bottoms are during the holiday season? I've got fucks lined up every day for the next two weeks, including two breedings on Christmas day. Wonder why bottoms need stud seed even more this time of year…
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Not Mine, but I think you will enjoy nonetheless A few months after starting my new job in a new city by myself, the stress of the workload had begun to take a toll on me. Getting to the point where my sexual drive was getting lower and lower, most nights being too tired to even jerk off let alone scour the internet for the specific things that would really turn me on. Well after closing a big deal out of nowhere my strict boss told me to take the next week off to regather myself and rest since I earned it. At the time I thought that meant sleep in, watch netflix, and play video games all night, but in reality it led to somewhat of a kinky sexual energy I hadn't felt in a while. The first night I did what I always do when I get bored and horny, open up a ton of different porn videos, leading to more and more kinky and taboo things while edging myself more and more. Inevitably this leads to me watching some shemale videos and posting an ad on craigslist looking for a cock to fulfill my fantasy. I ended up not finding any takers but I did get an intriguing email from someone who told me to come down to this bathhouse and I'd find everything I was looking for. I ended up not even cumming that night, instead edging and saving up a huge load. The next day still being very tired and horny, I used my newfound free-time to work my way downtown to the bathhouse. It was actually in a very nice building but at a side entrance with an unmarked door, just a steam symbol. I went into a gorgeous clean lobby with very mellow mood lighting, paid my entrance fee and was given a white towel and a locker to put my stuff in. Off to the lockers I went, stripping down and wrapping the towel around my waist. Almost instantly to the right, in our divider, I saw a cock find it's way through a gloryhole. Now normally I don't consider myself flat out gay or anything, but for some reason this smooth shaved white cock and balls, seemed to glisten around its veins and look incredible. I froze for a few seconds, gulping to myself at the temptation, and decided to drop to my knees and give it a go. I'm no head master but I think I do a decent job at getting people to cum quickly, however this guy was taking forever and after going through all my tricks I decided to move on. I walked down the hallway past steam rooms, hot tub and finally decided to enter an appealing massage room with a nice table and lots of candles and lotions around the tables. This would be what I needed to relax, I stripped down despite being there alone when an employee walked by collecting towels and said "are you looking for the massage special?", of course "I gave a confused look and whispered out a 'I think so'". He could see the inexperience with the situation and told me the procedure is to push play on the music, strip down, lay on the table, and put on the blindfold. So I followed his instructions and within a few seconds of laying face down on the table I heard footsteps and a deep voice saying "welcome, I'm going to be taking care of you." He poured some warm oil all up and down my body and begun rubbing it all over to give me a sort of base coat. His hands were very large and he had no problem grabbing my entire ass cheek in his palm. Part of me wanted to take off the blindfold and see what I was really working with but I was able to resist and continue down the unknown path with him as my only guide. After being fully moistened up his hands were able to glide all over my body, rubbing in and out all of my pressure points. It felt incredible, my body was going limp. While on his way down my back, he began to move under my towel again massaging my buttocks, and with a gentle tug removed the towel altogether. Kneading me in and out and just ever so gently rubbing his finger along the inside of my crack had begun to get what blood wasn't already there to rush to my penis, getting me hard as a rock. He continued to maintain control and I actually forgot what environment I was actually in until he picked up my hand and guided it back to his body. He let my fingers trickle down his abs, telling me that I had the control to go as far as I wanted. Going further down I felt the top of an elastic band to a pair of briefs, they were tight and after going a few inches further I realized what was stretching them so tight. A massive rod in his pants, it truly felt like it couldn't be real, traced it down the side of his leg and it had to have been at least 8 or 9 inches. Not incredibly thick but still no pencil. I reached my hand up the bottom of the underwear and managed to grab hold of the base about an inch below the head. My hand was nothing compared to its size but I could tell by some slight thrusts that it was a welcome touch to him. He continued to rub me until I couldn't take it anymore, I took my firm grip and pulled him up towards my head. Using my other hand to fully pull down the briefs, I lifted my neck up and guided it into my mouth. Instantly greeted with a sweet taste of flavored lotion, and a flick of salty precum on the edge of my tongue as I swirled around it. This was truly sexual paradise and I had lost all inhibitions about what I had intended to do that day. Him being a tall man he had to somewhat bend over to allow his cock to slide evenly in the back of my throat, making it so that he was basically laying on top of me. I heard the squirt of some more lotion and there was no more playing around it, he immediately doused my asshole in lubricant and spread it around my hole. Just a single finger was enough to warrant a big entrance, as he put some light pressure on his middle finger and broke the seal. Being wet as ever my entrance gave way to the entire length of his finger sending a shiver throughout my whole body. He thrust it in and pulled it all the way out, leaving an empty feeling that could only be responded to by bucking back, begging to be filled again. First 1, then 2, then 3 fingers before I realized that the goal was not just to please me but to stretch me. I had already been twirling his smooth balls around in my mouth while jerking his wet cock, which tends to be my best move, and clearly this was enough to get him to the next level. He withdrew the entire length of his dick from my mouth, took a step back and came to the side of the table. With ease he rotated my body and picked up my legs to the ground so that I was now standing bent over the edge of the table fully presented to him. He gave a slight scratch down my back which drove me wild, without my sight it felt like everything else was stimulated even more. He leaned forward breathing into my ear, and will all the anticipation quietly whispered "this black cock is about to make you whole again." For the first time I felt like I was confused about what was happening and for some reason never even considered the possibility that this wasn't a white man. I had never done anything with a black guy before, for some reason it was always a taboo thing that I just never seemed to get around to experiencing. My thoughts didn't have too long to race before those huge hands spread my cheeks apart, and firm push sent his cock past my loosened up hole. He went a few inches in only causing a very slight pain, withdrew a couple inches, and after that I simultaneously pushed back to bring in more and he pushed forward to drive as deep as he could. Within seconds we had gone from a prostate massage to my ass sealed around the biggest thing it's ever known. As weak as my legs already were, this sent me into ecstasy. Before he had even thrust my whole body was tingling and my cock which was fully erect and placed just under the cushion of the table was as sensitive as could be, leaking precum. This is the load I knew I had been saving for. Already on the edge of a huge orgasm, he began to pull out and push back in. Something about his strong hands sent me back to the first time I ever did anything and I was fully submissive. My prostate being fully swollen felt every single thrust which just continued to milk me for all I was worth. I'm not usually a very vocal lover but without thought my mouth hung open and and I moaned for more and more. He read the situation perfectly and talked dirty to me. Telling me he owned this ass now and that he was going to fuck me stupid. As it progressed me pushing back gave him the indication that I could handle it harder and rougher. He spanked my ass and began pushing deep enough that his balls were clapping against me. Feeling someone go fully in and out again is what makes me lose control. After a few good deep, long, thrusts the sensation of being filled up grew to be too much. My legs began to quiver, he held me down firmly, and without touching it my cock burst into spasms, shooting rope after rope of milky cum under the table. I had finally release what had been built up all this time. He fucked the cum out of me. After this was winding down and he was still pounding me in my incoherent state he told me he was about to cum and asked where he should do it. As anyone probably would in a situation where their world was just rocked and have lost control of their body, I told him to fill me. That was all it took and after 2 more thrusts he went as deep as he could and held it there, twitching and release a huge load of cum, breeding me deep inside. As soon as he was done he pulled straight out, leaving me used and weak laying across the table. Gave me a little spank on my ass, and told me he fucking owns me now. Something about this situation of being used and destroyed was exactly what the doctor had ordered. I laid there for a few minutes after he left to regather my strength, finally pulling off the blindfold and realizing how sexy that whole anonymous sex was. I cleaned myself up, got dressed, and returned to work the next week literally a new man.
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I love to fuck & breed men. I love them to blow me, to worship my feet and do other stuff like giving me their mouth & ass for me to use those the ways I want. Pretty fine so far but then I don't really feel like sucking ur cock. Fucking me is definetely out of the question. Perfect attitude for subs but what's the casual gay guy opinion about it? It will not change my life or sexual attitude & preferences; just me wandering about it.
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BAD SANTA: For most people, Christmas is a time to relax, hang out with family and friends, eat, and just chill. Not me. For me, its’ crazy as fuck, busy as hell, and the most stressful time of the year, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You see, Christmas time is when I use all my saved up vacation from work to volunteer for my favorite charity and deliver toys and gift bags to needy kids, families, hospital patients, and elderly people throughout the city. Thanksgiving is really when it all starts now. Because of the big shopping days, me and the other volunteers start prepping in early October and by Thanksgiving weekend we have Santa’s Workshops set up in every major mall in the area. At the workshops, parents can have their kids sit on Santa’s lap and do the usual thing, but it’s also a chance for us to share with them the work our charity does, how they can donate gifts or cash for those not as fortunate. Those donations are what let us do the gift bags and in the end it all comes back to Santa and his workshop. Well this year, Santa’s been an asshole. A couple assholes. Usually we don’t have a problem finding good Santas as a lot of folks appreciate the extra pay and cash for pretty easy work. But between some folks moving to a warmer climate, others being too old, and this year a couple Santas who decided being alchoholics would go unnoticed, it’s been hell. So here I am on a Saturday morning frantically interviewing potential Santas for that afternoon’s workshop at two of the malls. If I can’t find somebody, there are going to be a lot of disappointed people. I had just spent the past two hours in a basement interviewing the worst set of Santa-wannabees I had ever seen. Fuck! Maybe – just maybe – there were two that could manage. I had to decide quickly as I would have to call them within a couple of hours to get them to their Workshops on time. I was just packing up my papers when the door opened and in walked a man who made my knees buckle. Tall, dark, about 220 pounds, and a smile that could have been on an angel. He boldly walked over to me and shook my hand, “Hey, DeShawn. Is this where the Santa interviews are happening?” I could only stare. His eyes were a mocha brown with bright flecks of gold and when he shook my hand it felt like little electrical arcs danced up and down my arm making the hairs stand on end. “Oh..Umm..yeah… I’m sorry. You just missed it. The interviews are over.” The guy kicked at one of the folding chairs, “FUCK! Fucking Metro. Look man, sorry…sorry…it’s just you know? Metro? They always fucked up. The train got stuck at L’Enfant Plaza, I had to call my cuz to come pick me up. I really need this man…look to be totally real with you…I just got out recently… of the pen…and not for not super bad shit or whatever…just stupid shit…and…anyways…I…I just need a chance.” Damn. It was the holidays and I did believe in giving folks a chance if I could. “OK,” I said, “But no promises. Here. Fill out this form. I have one opening downtown at City Center and the shifts are 3:00-9:00, Thursday through Sunday and there’s usually other shifts or events on the other days that can get picked up if you want.” DeShawn beamed, and clenched his fist in joy, “Fuck yeah! Thanks my man. Thanks. We doing this in here? Let me just go tell my cuz Andre. Can he sit in here? Chill out while we do whatever?” I nodded, DeShawn hustled outside and a minute later walked back in with another guy who clearly was family as they so closely resembled each other. Andre pushed one of the folding chairs a little to the side, pulled up his jeans then sat down, then reached inside his sweatshirt and pulled out what looked like a joint, put it to his lips, and lit it up. I turned to DeShawn, “Hey, he can’t be smoking weed in here man.” Andre exhaled a thick cloud that smelled heavenly – and I thought hell, this must be what frankincense and myrrh smells like. DeShawn patted me on the shoulder, “No, no, no, he’s not. It’s a little K2, you know spice. It ain’t weed. It’s all good – yo Andre, spark me up.” Andre pulled another smoke out of his pocket, stuck it in his mouth beside the first one, hit it with the lighter, and held out his hand with the now lit spice roll for DeShawn. I watched as DeShawn inhaled deep, closed his eyes, his shoulders relaxed, a small grin spread across his face, he opened his eyes and weaved his head from side to side, “Fuck yeah. Much better. Want to hit it?” Andre’s expression was blank as I glanced at him, then looked back at DeShawn and his offered smoke. “I’ve never done that before. I better not,” I said. DeShawn hit it again and I closed my eyes, enjoying the smell and the slight tingle I felt. He was looking at me when I opened my eyes, his dimples marking the smirk on his face as he held the smoke, then exhaled and said, “Come on. It’s good shit. It’s the fucking holidays man, here, just hold it firm between your lips, inhale deep and hold it. Just once to start, then we’ll see how you do.” I shrugged, took the smoke, and felt really self-conscious having him watch me. So, I closed my eyes, held it to my lips, the heat of the smoke just at the edges of my fingertips and I inhaled deep. FUCKING WOW THAT SMOKE BURNED! But as I let it out, it was like all my fucking tension went POOF and then this nice, warm, even elation flowed over me. Fuck that was good. I wanted more! DeShawn laughed, “Ease up man. It’s your first time. Cuz and I, well we smoke all day so this ain’t nothing. Fuck. This just a taste of a taste for me. If I was really partying...well fuck now you don’t need to hear all that. I still got to interview right?” Oh damn, the interview. Santa’s Workshop. “Yes, yes, yes,” I stammered far quicker than normal. “So tell me why you want to do this?” I did my best to pay attention as DeShawn answered that and several other questions as he completed the application form. Honestly, I didn’t hear squat. The smoke had created this itch, this want, this need in the pit of my stomach – the need to get fucked – and with two hot black men sitting within feet of me it was impossible to focus. I dutifully made some random notes on my clipboard then said, “Yeah – ah – well – I – how about you try on the Santa suit? We might not even have one that fits you.” DeShawn was like a wide-eyed kid as he stepped towards the far wall and the rack of Santa suits. He kicked off his high-top, red sneakers, pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on the floor, then slid his jeans and underwear right down and stepped out of them and kicked them to side and began flipping through the suits that were hanging up without a care in the world – stark fucking naked! DeShawn paused, pursed his lips a bit as he blew his smoke towards me then said, “Here, have another hit. Do it a couple times this time. I think you’ll be good.” My hand shook as I took the smoke and then glanced at Andre. He was leaning to the side with his left arm resting on his left thigh, his smoke held tight between the thumb and forefinger. When I looked at him his brows furrowed a bit, his eyes focused on me, his left upper lip raised slightly as if to say, “I see you – you fucking cock hound.” I turned my back to Andre and looked at DeShawn who had pulled a suit off the rack. I openly stared at his taught body, his ripped abs, the V of muscle that formed and led the eye to his greatest gift of all – that BIG BLACK COCK – his BBC. Why is it BBC when everyone calls it a dick I wondered? Then I wondered why I thought that. Then I wondered who called it a dick first? Then I almost dropped the smoke as the heat got too close to my fingertips. DeShawn was laughing as he looked at me. He had on Santa’s coat and hat but was naked from the waist down. His dick was long, thick, with very little hair at it’s base and a ridge of foreskin cradling the head. God damn he was sort of hard! “What do you think?” DeShawn asked as he held the coat open and gave me a knowing smile. I was without words as he stepped up to me, took the smoke, hit it once, twice, a third time, then as he exhaled he walked over to Andre and dropped the remainder of it on the floor, which Andre stamped out with his boot. My mouth was dry, I couldn’t focus, well I could but all I could see was a BBC. “Did you know Jesus was black?” DeShawn asked me. What the fuck? I looked at him, confused, and bewildered. He repeated his earlier question, “What do you think?” Did he just shift his hips to make his dick flop around? Is that precum drooling out his piss slit? “I…yeah…yeah you got the job. I just uh…need to call the other Santa and let him know where to go.” I half stumbled to other side of the room as DeShawn and Andre huddled up. Somehow I managed to call one of the other interviewees, told him where to go, and when I hung up and turned back around DeShawn was standing by Andre with another smoke in his hand held out towards me. “Come on. Join us. I want to fucking celebrate. I got time right? Shift does not start for what…4 or 5 hours? We good then. So yo, anyone else coming through this joint? Like co-workers, other Santas or shit?” DeShawn asked. I shook my head no and watched as he sauntered over to the basement door, slid the lock in place, sauntered back, smiled, and said, “Now we can party. You driving? Have to work tomorrow too?” I patted the set of keys in my pocket and shook my head no. He just nodded back, held the smoke to his lips he had held out for me and relit it, then handed it to me and hit the one in his other hand. I joined Andre and DeShawn in sucking on that spice and fuck it felt good. Andre was still sitting in his chair, all chill and relaxed. DeShawn was sort of bouncing off the walls and me, well I was in a bit of a daze just standing there. I realized DeShawn was talking to me and when I looked he was moving his hips back and forth, his long dick smacking first one thigh then the other. I licked my lips. “Yeah fucker you like that shit huh?” DeShawn asked. “You know I can’t focus on doing the job up right when I’m all backed up you hear me? What you think I should do about that?” I looked from DeShawn to Andre and back. No way was this happening. DeShawn stepped right up to me, his breath hot and fierce on my neck as he leaned forward a little and whispered, “SANTA’S GOT TO BUST HIS NUTT. CAN YOU HELP ME OUT? GO ON TOUCH IT. SEE WHAT SANTA HAS BROUGHT TO TOWN.” DeShawn inhaled sharply as I reached out and slid my right hand up and down his hard dick. “That’s it little boy,” DeShawn whispered into my ear, “STROKE THAT MOTHA FUCKA, FEEL THAT DICK SLIME OUT, FUCK I GOT SOME EGGNOG FOR YOU. WHAT YOU SAY? YOU WANT MY EGGNOG? YOU WANT SANTA TO CLIMB DOWN YOUR CHIMNEY? FUCKING LITTLE ELF.” I could only moan as DeShawn now started to nibble on my neck then kiss it before sliding his tongue up and into my ear. I was moaning, my eyes closed, when Andre – who had not said a word the entire time – said, “Finish that blunt then suck my motha fucking dick.” I opened my eyes and saw Andre was standing up now, his fly was open and dick that was a twin of DeShawn’s was hanging free, just waiting for my mouth and to top it off he had found one of the red and green elf hats we use at the Workshop and had plopped it on his head slightly crooked. I inhaled quick and sharp on the smoke I had, dropped it on the floor, put it out with my shoe and watched as DeShawn circled me like a lion on the savannah sizing up the morning’s prey. A BIG BLACK HAND REACHED OUT, DESHAWN GOT RIGHT IN MY FACE AND SAID, “BEND OVA AND SUCK HIS CANDY CANE. I KNOW YOU WANT TO. I KNOW YOU’RE A DICK SUCKA, SO OPEN THAT GOD-DAMN-WHITE-MOUTH AND MILK THAT SHIT.” The sudden, hard edge in his voice was a total turn on and I could only comply with his demands. I bent forward and like a calf to the teat started sucking on Andre’s monster, elf dick. DeShawn knelt behind me and I started to knead my ass with his large hands. I moaned in pleasure, my mind flying, my body alight, my mouth so full. I then realized he was licking my ass, his tongue was pushing onto my hole and I moaned, wanted more, needing to feel it deeper. “WHO SAYS FRUIT CAKE AIN’T TASTY? RIGHT CUZ?” DESHAWN ASKED AND ANDRE LAUGHED IN REPLY. “YOU READY TO GET THAT STOCKING STUFFED? FEEL THAT CHRISTMAS YULE LOG RIDE ON UP IN YOU? FUCKING-A MY BALLS ARE READY TO BLOW THIS NUTT, THAT’S RIGHT, BEND THE FUCK OVA AND SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT SANTA TO FUCK THAT HOLE.” No, no, no this was not right. I couldn’t. I had obligations. Duties. I had to focus. Oh hell – no matter what I tried my mind was gone, the spice was in charge – no, Santa was in charge and right that second he was pushing his dick into my ass. “Wait wait please,” I said suddenly feeling 100% sober, “You need to put a condom on. OK?” DeShawn slapped my ass hard, “Yeah OK,” he said as he turned me, I heard him sit down hard in one of the folding chairs, his hands gripped my waist hard and as he pulled me back towards him, Andre pushed forward, his dick aiming for my mouth. The fuzzy white trim on the arm of the Santa suit tickled my sides as DeShawn wrapped his left arm around my stomach and pulled me backwards. He then jammed a finger into my spit slicked hole and immediately found my prostate, which sent quivers of joy through my body. “Yeah that fucking honey pot’s ripe, ease on down, there you go…trust…this will feel even better,” DeShawn said. My knees bent slightly and I could feel the bulbous head of his dick pushing against my ass. “Please…no…” I begged again, “The condom….” I could feel the deep rumble of laughter from his chest as DeShawn dismissed my please, “I got you. Hey cuz, let him hit your blunt right quick. OK now, toke on that shit hard and deep into your lungs like 3 or 4 times and each time hold it as long as you can.” I took the smoke from Andre, hit it like DeShawn said, on the 4th time as soon as I sucked it in, Andre took the blunt back, smiled, and took his own hit. The hot rush was coming on like a semi on an ice-slicked road and there was no stopping it and he could tell. My body relaxed, I exhaled two lungs full of smoke and then RAM! I bent my head back, my throat strained to yell, no sound came out just a whimper as DeShawn had used my relaxed state to force his dick inside my ass. DeShawn’s voice was distant through the pain and the spice high, “TAKE THAT FUCKING CANDY CANE. YOU BEEN A BAD BOY? I THINK YOU HAVE, TIME FOR SOME COAL UP THAT STOCKING. DAMN CUZ, JUST WAIT TILL YOU GET UP IN THIS ASS. SHIT’S TIGHT, BUT NOT FOR LONG – RIGHT?” My ass started to bounce up and down on his rough, black dick as DeShawn took me for a ride. When I opened my eyes Andre was standing right in front of me jacking his steel, hard dick and I knew right then he was going to fuck me too. As if on queue, DeShawn stood up with me still impaled on raw dick, reached out and slapped Andre’s outstretched hand, and tagged out. DeShawn yelled, roughly yanked his dick out of my ass, stepped to the side and Andre grabbed me, dug his hands into my hips, turned me to face the chair, bent me forward and slammed his dry dick in. I cried out, they both laughed, Andre pulled back and slammed me again, this time going to the hilt as my ass opened up and let him in. Two big hands were now holding the back of the chair steady and DeShawn bent forward and smiled at my wild eyed, ragged breath self, “TELL SANTA WHAT YOU WANT.” I gasped, shook my head, “FUCK ME, OH PLEASE GOD DAMN FUCK ME.” DeShawn stood up, laughed, “I CAN’T HEAR YOU,” HE SAID. “SANTA THINKS YOU SAID YOU WANTED SOME RAW DICK. IS THAT RIGHT? SANTA THINKS YOU WERE BEGGING FOR THAT SPICED UP EGGNOG DEEP IN THAT HOLE. IS THAT RIGHT? I SAID IS THAT RIGHT, CAUSE IF NOT, WELL….” and with that final word Andre pulled his dick out leaving my ass twitching and in dire need. “THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S RIGHT, PLEASE STICK IT BACK IN. DON’T…DON’T…”I begged. DeShawn bent forward, “Don’t what?” My eyes focused, I pushed my ass back, “DON’T STOP FUCKING ME UNTIL YOU CUM. I WANT IT ALL. I WANT ALL YOUR CUM, PLEASE, PLEASE CUM IN ME.” DeShawn laughed, patted my head, and I looked back at him and said, “YOUR’E A FUCKING BAD, BAD, SANTA.” The cousins busted out at that and as Andre slammed his dick back into my bruised hole, DeShawn started stroking his drooling meat at eye level and said, “You got not fucking idea.” A couple hours later we laid entangled in a pile of Santa suits, elf costumes, backdrops, and anything else that had been in fuck-stumbling distance that was soft. Holy hell it was going to cost me a fortune to get all that shit dry-cleaned. Andre had me on my side, my left leg raised, as he frothed up the last load he had deposited into my now gaping ass. DeShawn was lying on his back, his dick spent, his balls drained, and Santa was a happy man. I figured he was checking his messages as he was swiping back and forth on his cell phone, chuckling now and then. He then held it out for me to see and there was a picture – nice close up shot – of me with a dick in my mouth. Fuck! DeShawn started swiping again and said, “Happy Holidays. Aiight, time to get it on. Cuz, I’m going to snag your ride, head home quick and shower up for my job.” DeShawn stood up, stretched, and walked over to what appeared to be the only untainted Santa suit. He nodded, “No worries. I got this. Cuz’ll keep you busy I think.” Andre slid out of my ass and I gently reached out and felt my nutt-filled hole. The constant pounding I had taken from both men had all been raw and they had bred me repeatedly, while keeping me spiced up. The cousins were huddled up now, Andre said something that made DeShawn loudly go, “OOOO,” then put his clenched fist in front of his mouth, double over in laughter and joy, and nod his head vigorously in agreement. I stood up, found my clothes on the edge of the pile and started to put them one when DeShawn hollered, “YO GET THAT SLUT ASS OVER HERE.” I walked over and stood by the cousins. Andre had pulled a cigarette out of a pack of Newport 100s and was smoking away and DeShawn looked all set to go and assured me he was good, then said, “YOU EVER SMOKED A DIPPER BEFORE? NO? YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS? NO? WELL LET’S JUST CALL IT A CIGARETTE WITH SOME SPECIAL SPICE ON IT. THAT’S ALL. GIVE ANDRE YOUR KEYS. HE’S GOING TO TAKE YOU ON A SHORT RIDE TO OUR TRAP HOUSE AND GET YOU WETTED OUT. NO WORRIES, HE’LL WATCH OUT FOR YOU AND WHEN I GET OFF MY SHIFT I’LL SWING THROUGH AND SHOW YOU HOW FUCKING BAD SANTA CAN REALLY BE.”
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This is an amazing vid that shows what a breeding looks like from inside the bottom's rectum. In my experience, it is unique! http://kinkogay.tumblr.com/post/134821025728/would-love-to-this-perspective-while-he-was
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I will visit this area in April for my holiday, who wants to play and fill my ass full of cum, no limits...everything is possible, and good locations is always wel ome for sharing.... This pic is my ass....
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New to this site. I would love to find a breeder in Portland. Read my bio for more of my interests.
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the rest stop is real, everything else is... I’m a senior in college, play baseball and am deeply closeted. For a few years, I’ve stopped at a rest stop near the airport for some under the stall fun, knowing I’m far away from anyone who’ll recognize me. On a few occasions, I’ve even gone to a truck with a trucker to suck him off in privacy. I’ve never gone further then sucking, even when some of the truckers have wanted my ass. Some have even offered me money, but I’ve been too scared. One Sunday afternoon, I was fooling around on a cruising/hook-up app when a message popped up. I looked at the picture and the guy had no face pic, but the body picture was nice. I opened the message and was kind of shocked by what it said. “That was a really hot blow job you gave me a couple nights ago.” I looked and reread the message again, shocked that a message this direct and revealing was coming to me. I responded back, “Think you got me mixed up with someone else.” Few minutes went by with no response, and I was thinking the guy had been too ashamed to respond. Finally, just as I had put the message aside, I got another notice of a message, from the same guy. Thinking it’d be a simple, “My bad” response I opened the message. The words in the message chilled me to the bone. “No, you stupid punk. You sucked my cock, in my truck at the rest stop on I-5, near the airport. We started under the stall, you in the middle one, me in the handicap stall.” I again read and reread the message, thinking to myself that I had sucked a guy off in his truck the other night, and it had started in the restroom. I had never had a public/anonymous hook-up find me online. I tried to play it off and replied back that he might have mistaken me for someone else. Few minutes later, another reply. “No boy, it was you. Gray sweater, Cal Bear logo front, hoody. Jeans and green running shoes. We went to my truck where you sucked my cock. You begged me to let you swallow my load. When I touched your ass, you shoved my hand away and said you don’t get fucked. Sound familiar yet? Or do you need to see your lips wrapped around my cock?” The fear jumped from a six to about 12 when he described exactly what had happened, down to the color of my shoes. What terrified me most was that he implied there was a picture of me sucking him. I responded back, “What the hell is going on?” Ten minutes of silence and I was in a panic. Finally he responded, “What’s going on is I want a piece of that hot boy ass you got or the video of you sucking me, begging for my load and swallowing it like it was the last drink you’d ever get accidentally pops on Xtube.” Immediately after the message came an image alert. I accepted the picture and I see my face, very clearly, with my lips wrapped around the cock. A second file comes through, this one of an audio file. My stomach turns to rock as I hear myself begging, “Give me your load. Let me swallow it.” I’m almost in tears, terrified of what this means. I respond back, “What do you want?” He replies, “I told you I want that ass of yours. I want those tight ass lips stretched around my cock. It’s your choice boy, your ass is mine either way.” I looked at his response and tried to figure out what I could do. After realizing there was no way out, I responded back. “When?” The response was immediate, like he knew he had me. “You’ll be at the rest stop tonight, 9:30 sharp. Wear a jockstrap. Go in the handicap stall. There will be a bag with a couple of items and instructions. Follow the instructions and wait for the next step. Remember, if you’re not there at 9:30, the video goes to Xtube and maybe your coach will get a copy of it also?" End part 1. let me know if you want part 2.
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Again, not my story, but too hot not to share. This really happened today. I couldn't sleep last night so I figured I'd see what was happening in the local personals and hookup chats. I am 25, bi and have a girlfriend, but I've fooled around a few times in the past hooking up with maybe 10 guys over the last 6 years. I often fantasize about being totally dominated and used by a hung top, but none of my experiences bottoming ever came close to my dreams. That changed today. It had been 2 years probably since I had bottomed. I was on a blow-n-go only streak which satisfied my taste for cum but not my longing to feel my ass stretched around a fat cock. This morning though, I was getting a lot of messages from guys interested in plowing my tight white ass. Most were BBC. One guy though...his cock was magnificent. 8in long, cut, and almost coke can thick with a pair of huge low-hanging balls. He was 19, not something I'm usually into, but bigger than me and very masculine. Best part: he started immediately playing the Dom. I was just looking to suck a cock, but he demanded an ass pic so I dutifully replied with one. He went wild telling me how he wanted to "bend [my] bitch ass over and shove [his big black cock] up my tight white boi pussy." How he was going to turn me into his cock slut, how I was his boi slut, and he was going to be my Daddy. This was everything I ever dreamed of. He sent me over the edge when he told me to put on a pair of my gf's panties and meet him in the lobby of his dorm building. I did as daddy asked and out on a lacy blue thong and slid some sweat pants on over, got in the car, and before I knew what I was doing I was standing in his dorm room. He told me to take off everything but my panties. "Sissy bois don't get to wear clothes" he said. He pushed me onto my knees and stood with his crotch in my face. I understood what he wanted, and pulled out his giant black semi-hard cock. At "half-staff" he was already bigger and thicker than me. He placed his foot firmly against my cock and balls and squished them just hard enough to make me squeal. "That is not a real cock" he said referring to my crotch. "That is your flirty. You are not to touch your clitty. You only cum with daddy's permission or you will be punished." "Now be a good little slut and take care of your daddy's cock." I took him in my mouth soft but already he was down my throat. Soon he was at his full 8x6in size and fucking my throat like it owed him money. I sucked and gagged and stroked him like I have seen female pornstars do. On my knees in a pair of panties it felt right to let my cock whore nature take over. As he got close to blowing his load, he had me up and bent me over the side of his couch. He pulled the thong to the side exposing my tight pussy. Then began probing with tongue, then fingers, and finally a decent sized dildo until he was satisfied I was ready for his massive daddy cock. He said he would go easy. Instead, he slid on a condom, spit on my hole, pressed his cock against my hole gradually building pressure, and then forcefully rammed half of his member inside me. I felt so full I thought he was gonna rip me in 2. After a few gentle pumps, he drew all the way out and rammed it back in further. This continued until I felt his balls rating against my own. I was in heaven. I had never been so full. I arched my back to give him full access to my pussy and he began pounding away. He fucked me all over the dorm room. I couldn't get enough. Everytime he pulled out to reposition, I felt empty and incomplete and longed for his cock back inside me. Against his orders, I came twice from having my ass so forcefully used while he called me his slut, sissy bitch, and pussy boi. The first time, he scooped up my cum and fed it to me, telling me that real men don't cum from being ass fucked. "See, I told you that you aren't a real man. Even your little clitty has accepted that the only way you cum now is from having a real man dick up your pussy. You are to suck, get fucked, and cum just like the girl you really are." I was equally demeaned and turned on. I climbed on top and rode his cock until I squirted more sum from my little clit. I awaited my feeding, but this time he had me back on my knees, dropped a big glob of cum on my ass hole and started fucking it into me. I loved the feeling of hot cum in my ass. After sometime, I was ready for his cum. He pulled out, took off the condom, and approached by mouth. My pussy wasn't done yet though. I boldly stood up and bent over the couch and spread my cheeks wide. I wanted him to be the first to seed my hole and claim it as his property. His raw cock felt even better. I could feel his sticky pre-cum and every ridge of his thick shaft. After only a minute or 2 I could tell he was close. I clenched my pussy tight on his cock and he began shooting spurt after spurt of daddy sperm deep into my cunt. He held his cock inside of me briefly and then continued thrusting until he went soft. We got dressed and he sent me home full of his seed. I can still feel it deep in my bowels and it just makes me want more
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