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I was getting a haircut when I received a text from a number that wasn’t in my contacts but that looked familiar. Hi Dan. It’s Ricky. Can we talk? Oh fuck, Ricky who? Is it the Health Department again? I text back with a question mark. Ricky texts back a face pic. Oh, that Ricky. Mid-20s graduate student in music history. Dirty blond hair and soft set dark blue eyes. Sheepish grin. Dimples. Soft spoken with wry humor and the incongruent mix of confidence and insecurity of an exhibitionist. I found him on Craig’s List where he had a body shot. 5-9, 160. No muscle and no hair on his manboy body, but no flab either. So pale, with some moles. Hairless taint. Hairless hole. I was going to skip over the ad because it didn’t mention anything about either safe or bareback sex, and he didn’t sound like somebody with cash because he said he was on Spring Break in Urbana. But the end of the ad said he wanted a young top, preferably black or Latin. I’m young and Latin. He had his phone number strung out through the text of the ad. Hi217, my hole is hungry356, etc. I texted him my face pic and told him to respond if he was generous for an 18yo (at the time) Latin bareback top, 250 roses. He responded with a lowball offer, and we settled in the middle. Graduate students always have money for the necessities. I thought that I was being pranked when I got to his apartment building. Too nice for a student. But also too nice to be a law enforcement trap. I got buzzed into the building and went to the apartment. It was filled with antique guitars on the wall, memorabilia, old sheet music and piles of glossy music books. And there was a framed Ph.D. in music history hanging on one of the walls. Ricky tells me that Matt the professor is out of town for a symposium so he has the place to himself. Where do I sign up for one of these professors of my own? Ricky is wearing a black t-shirt and bright white Fruit of the Loom briefs. Looking at him in the t-shirt would make you think he was picket fence white until you kept gazing down and the briefs showed that he is pale and pinkish instead. Ricky has a few small blemishes and blotches on his legs. He must bruise easily, and he must get tossed around in bed. He also had some cute moles, but no freckles (which was a shame). I fucked Ricky twice, and he came both times. He was wearing a cock ring that made his 8-inch uncut cock beet red. The first time was in the living room up against the sliding glass door to the balcony. Blinds pulled open, of course. The second time was on the bed. I had Ricky with his legs up over his head and his cock in his mouth while I shot in his ass and he squirted in his mouth and all over his pretty face. Ricky licked and scooped it all up and ate it, and put his black and white outfit back on. Ricky didn’t want me to leave, but I was working and I needed to find another client if I was going to make rent. My parents wouldn’t kick me out or anything, but they count on the money. Ricky watched me wash up at the sink. My next client was going to have to be a top because I was soft and depleted. I had forgotten to turn off the sound on my phone. We didn’t hear anything while we were fucking, but now it was making me feel awkward. All the feelers that I put out before I landed Ricky were texting me, wanting action. Ricky said that I can check messages at his place. I decline, but he insists. He volunteers himself for a three-way if that’s what the next client wants. Okay, sure, that will happen. I stay and respond to messages. Ricky is also checking his email and scrolling through Craigslist. I know that I am breaking some escort rules here, but I live by my own rules. Now Ricky wants to trade devices. No. No fucking way. Ricky accepts that answer, but sits next to me. I know he can read the screen, and some of the chats reveal that I am trying to arrange a bareback encounter with a Poz prospect. Ricky asks if I’m Poz. This question comes up over and over again AFTER I have shot one or two unmedicated loads in a guy. I tell Ricky that I am Neg and that I test every month. He says thank God because he and Matt (the professor) are both Neg. Good for you both, Ricky. Time for me to go. Before I can get to the door, Ricky wants to know if I will do a three-way with him and Matt. Ricky will take care of the payment and Matt doesn’t need to know that I’m escorting. I make Ricky tell me what Matt looks like and then I say that Matt is not my type, even though Matt sounds hot as hell and like a more mature version of Ricky himself. A week later, Ricky texted me three days in a row pleading for me to do the three-way. I never responded, and that is how Ricky’s number got deleted from my contacts. Maybe I should have blocked him. Another three weeks go by before I get the text at the barber shop. What should I do? He could confront me if he tested Poz. He’s could have been topping Matt, too because all of the cock and sexual energy that Ricky wields would be a shame to go to waste. Another text arrives, it says something like: I tested Poz. Matt swears it wasn’t him. I need to know the truth. I don’t play raw with many guys. I want to hear you tell me in person. I’m not biting. It’s not my problem. It could be a setup. A few minutes go by and my haircut is done. The next text says: Please. Will roses help? Shit, it is the end of the month again. Now I bite. 20 minutes, 250 roses. Where’s Matt. I’m not going to walk into a shit storm. Ricky says okay and that Matt is in Chicago all day. Come over now if you can. I can leave my truck where it is parked and walk to Ricky’s apartment. I check for utility and delivery trucks like I can spot cops if they were around. Ricky buzzes me in, and he opens the door right away when I get to his and Matt’s apartment. Ricky is dressed for the occasion in a baseball cap and plaid boxer shorts. He’s not wearing a wire. I’ve already decided on a story on the way over. Yeah, I’m Poz. I just found out, too. I’m so scared, I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to hurt anybody. That sort of shit. But Ricky beats me to the punch. He loves Matt. Matt denies being Poz but doesn’t want to get tested. Ricky has been so sick with the fuck flu most of the time that Matt has been back from the symposium that they have not had sex even once. So Matt is safe if Ricky got it from me. Tears are streaming down Ricky’s pretty face. He is struggling to not fall apart. Funny thing is that all this guy wants from me is to hear that I am Poz and he doesn’t care if I knew before we met or learned about it afterward. I still think my lie is the safest route, but I blurt out the truth. I explain that we didn’t talk about HIV before we met, so I just assumed that he was Poz. And when he asked me about my status I froze and lied to avoid a scene. I should have been honest. But that’s why I didn’t come back for the three-way and expose Matt. Ricky let out a loud sigh of relief and broke into a big smile. Then he frowned. Oh Dan, I’m sorry you’re Poz. Are you okay with it? Sure, sure, yeah, I’m cool with it. No problems so far. I ask if I should go now. Ricky says No, and that he has one more question for me. Do I have time for him to thank me for coming over and being so honest? Ah … yes .. but … how? Ricky says that he needs to break his dry spell now that he’s feeling better. Craig’s List wasn’t panning out and he thought he could kill two birds with one stone if he had me come over. I get lost in my own thoughts. Here is my most recent known convert. He is a vulnerable bag of emotions. And he wants a second (or third) planting of his Gift seed. Ricky is cute and nice. Matt is lucky. They’re fucked being one Poz and one Neg, but that’s not for me to solve. All I can do to help is make love to Ricky. Damn it. I face Ricky on the sofa, remove his baseball cap, and put my hands on his cheeks. I wipe away the remnants of his tears, and I pull his lips to mine. Kiss me Ricky. Kiss your young Latin Gifter. Do you even know whether you like it or not yet? You are only a year behind me in my Poz journey. Matt will never let you stay off meds, but nobody is ever going to push that poison down my throat. My life, my body and my Rules. And my cock is hard. My balls are boiling, brewing a virile load. I pull Ricky’s face down and press his lips to my crotch. I’m still in my jeans. Ricky moans. His voice is so soft. Tender. Ricky licks and nibble the denim before he unfastens, unbuttons and unclothes me from the waist down. My six inches of uncut Latin killer cock is right there. My dark foreskin is still covering all but the very tip of the head, letting my piss slit leak some precum. Each drop is enough to bond another bottom into the Brotherhood. I pull Ricky’s mouth back down onto my manhood. He takes me in one blessed inch at a time while he fishes his semi-chubbed meat out through the fly of his plaid boxers. That beautiful cum gun is never going to shoot Neg blanks again, unless someone like Matt forces silencer pills down Ricky’s throat. What a shame if that happens. There are blowjobs, and then there are blowjobs. Ricky has been on the injured reserve list for four weeks, and now he is back in the game with something to prove. Ricky tongues the head and puckers and purses his lips all the way down the shaft. It’s a symphony of tongue, lips, spit, throat and lust. This is the lust of a boy who has found his way home. Yet he is the elder and I am the younger, and still it is my seed that has allowed Ricky to fulfill a quest that he has to have known that he was on even if he was not willing to admit it to himself until he had taken the final steps. Suck it Ricky, you’ve earned it. I remember how much fun the bedroom was last time. Let’s go to the bedroom Ricky. The sparks in Ricky’s dark blue eyes responds with a soft but unmistakable yes. Ricky and I are on our feet, hand in hand. Oh wait. Get rid of the boxers, Ricky. Get rid of my t-shirt. Now take my hand in yours again and let’s return to the scene of the … , let’s call it the immaculate conception. I get on my back and Ricky knows exactly what to do. Time for some PrEP. Ricky positions himself with his ass above my face, bending forward to deep throat my cock some more. How can a 26 year old man naturally have not a single hair along the path from his balls to his newly inaugurated AIDSHole and out all the way to the small of his back? Let me explore that mystery with my tongue while Ricky continues his deep dive into the secrets of the young male penis. Ricky tastes like desire, and he has goose bumps encircling the alluring moles and blemishes that show this little angel to be a mere mortal after all. Now you have your wings, Ricky. Will you fly, or will you allow them to be clipped? I massage Ricky’s buns, and work my hands into his primal center. I want to get the blood flowing to his rectum and anus so that he is warmed and ready to receive me in that moment of discomfort that yields to pleasure when the right buttons are pushed and the proper levers are pulled – like the Latin lever fucking Ricky’s throat while I am still working on his ass end. If Ricky is more ready than me for the fucking to begin, then he is more ready than 10 men because I am throbbing with desire to get back inside his lovely manspace. What position shall it be? I reach forward and grab the sides of Ricky’s head. His soft hair feels nice in my firm grip. I shake his head like he is an Answer Ball. Ricky plays along, not missing a beat as he adjusts the suction to allow his oral tour de force to continue with an impressive demonstration of fire and nice. Ricky should have been a Ginger with all of his fiery desire and deviance. He has the complexion and markings, lacking only the hue of the hair. One gene away from being a full and true Ginger. And one more Latin load away from recommitting to being a true and full member of the Brotherhood, if only you can keep it that way. The Answer Ball says fuck Ricky on his back. Ricky tilts, lifts and slides off me, flipping right onto his back with his face at my feet. He pulls in my foot and licks my sole. You do touch my soul today, Ricky. Now let me touch yours. Ricky puts his hands behind his legs above the inside of the knees and raises himself up as I get on my knees between his makeshift altar of debauched man love. It’s not the First Communion, but it is the Confirmation. And the same padre ministers to both ceremonies. That would be me. Oh God, what have I done to you, Ricky? You are Poz beneath me, spread before me, and devoutly awaiting to be boarded for the journey to the next station. God forgive me, but I am going to re-infect this sexy and lovely man if I possibly can. I don’t know where my foreskin went. My dick is so hard, the head is exposed like a circumcised penis. But I know where my cock is going. In. Further in. Decisively all the way in. Crushingly in with my balls pressed against my body and my shaft rubbing Ricky’s prostate. Do you feel it like I feel it, Ricky? Will Matt the professor do this for you? I bend down and slide my arms under the back of Ricky’s shoulders so that I can grab him by the clavicles and pull him harder onto my pulsing penis. Easy, Chief. Not yet. Look at him. His cheeks are so red and where once there were the tracks of tears there are now droplets of sweat trickling down all the way from his furrowed forehead. His heart is beating so hard he could break a rib. His cock is at 110 percent of capacity, soon to burst at its hidden seams if the pressure is not released. His feet are on my shoulders. I kiss the top of one, and the toes of both curl. Ricky cannot remain in this precarious state a moment longer. Time slows. Ricky is looking me deep in the eyes and I see nothing but desire staring back at me. Dark blue desire set in a face beautifully contorted into a display of primal expression that signals permission to mate. And then it happens. Ricky’s hands are at his side, glued flat to the bed. My hands are on his feet, which I have moved down from my shoulders to my chest so that I can press his soles into my sweaty chest. Ricky’s pinkish pale toes dig into my pecs and his hips thrust into the air. Crescendo. Ricky’s foreskin covers most of his cockhead, but it is no match for the force of his orgasm. His Poz load, the load that I made Poz for him, rockets out as the shaft of my penis continues to rub against the ejector button that is his prostate. Ricky’s head thrashes from side to side and his body convulses in successively diminishing waves. Mid-way through Ricky’s return to earth I launch my own missiles. Every Poz soldier landing as far inside Ricky as possible and establishing a beachhead. I don’t give a fuck that I Pozzed you once, but I am proud that I may have done it twice. And look at you, Ricky. That sheepish smile reveals all. You like it. Ricky tilts his head up and says he can’t believe that just happened. The evidence is clear, Ricky. But here, let me eat the evidence. OMFG, it is warm and salty sweet with just that little hint of Ginger that makes it unique to this hot little fucker. I lap it all up, traversing the moles and the blemishes on Ricky’s pale, smooth torso along the way. This little journey within a journey ends with the thick chunks of cum that were the first to fire, and that landed on Ricky’s chin. My mouth is full of Ricky’s cum. Then my lips are on Ricky’s lips. I empty my mouth into his, and he licks my tongue clean with his own tongue. My cock has slid out of Ricky. It was released slowly as I worked my way up his cum trail. But there is another cum trail that I need to take care of. I get my face down between Ricky’s legs, and he raises his ass up off the bed for me. The errant spillage of cum is small but still substantial. I lick it up with my tongue, and I continue licking right into Ricky’s gaping rectum. His most intimately exposed flesh is wet with the cummy signs of love. This has to feel good for Ricky. I know it feels good when guys do it for me. I finish lapping up Ricky’s ass, and journey again to his lips for a final kiss. On our first visit together, I washed up at the sink. But this time Ricky and I showered together. Still, I moved through the task with some speed, because I didn’t know what time Matt might return from Chicago and I wanted to give myself plenty of time to clear the area, and Ricky enough time to gather his thoughts. I know he will tell Matt that I Pozzed him. But will Ricky tell Matt what he did to thank me for the information?
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I read in Help Forum that we can post escort sex in Bugshare or Chemsex Fiction. I knew that I wasn’t the only small town guy earning side money. I did this assignment last Sunday night. - RU free for a side job? - What does he look like? - IDK. Salt/pepper. Glasses. Skinny. Short. - How old? Is he okay with another short guy? - RU free or not? I can text Eduardo if you don’t want the $. Mid-40s. I told him the rate is 250 and he didn’t blink. - Now? - Y. Suite 205. When should I say you’ll be here? - 30 min. I hope you don’t think worse of me for this. I can net $200 after giving my friend working the front desk his referral fee. Business travelers get here tired and horny, and they are disappointed to see for themselves how few options there are for a hookup. My friend working the front desk told me about a year ago how guys come on to him all the time, but he’s straight and then the guys ask him if he has any gay friends that like generous guys. Apparently without shame or knowing how fast gossip spreads in a small town. I told my friend no way I would do that, which is how Eduardo got involved. Around Halloween, I asked my friend how the enterprise was going. Eduardo was getting 2 or 3 new assignments per month this way, plus some repeat work. My friend gets a referral fee on the first visit but Eduardo keeps everything earned on repeat visits. My partner wanted to go to Mexico for Christmas, and we were short on vacation money. I talked it over with my partner, and he said I should take my friend up on his business proposal. The only thing is my partner wants me to tell him when I go on an assignment so that he can rescue me if something goes wrong. We earned the Mexico money, and I kept going after that to bring in spare cash. I got the text about Suite 205 last Sunday night sitting at home with my partner watching porn. I tell my partner I’m going to shower and douche and head over and that its Suite 205. I know he hears me, but there’s not much response. My friend waves me over to the front desk when I get to the Inn. He gives me a card key for 205 and tells me the guy said let myself in and he will be waiting. This probably means I will be topping. I let myself in. The living room is bright enough, but the sleeping room is dim. The guy has a porn playing on his laptop. He’s on knees and one elbow watching it and stroking his dick with his free hand. I walk to the sleeping area and look him over while I undress. The guys is my exact size but twice my age. Short, dark brown hair with gray on the sides. Metal rim glasses. Hairy ass and legs. Big dick. I bet it was 7.5. There’s a little stack of bills on the nightstand, which means I should get paid. The porn on the laptop is something rough. No twink coming of age shit. That makes my job easier because all I have to do is let Wild Tyger out to play. The jobs where I have to play sweet little Ty can take the guys forever to get off. I close the laptop in the guys face. He looks at me like what am I doing? He’s cute. Smooth and clean shaven. Short hair. But I’m in charge. Suck it. He scoots over so his face is at the edge of the bed and wraps his lips around the head of my dick. I grab the back of his neck and pull his face as far down as I can get him to go before he starts choking. I said suck it. I deliver a slap on the back of the guy’s neck for encouragement. Now he’s working it like a pig. Slobbering and drooling. Turn over. Get your face down there. I have him sucking my balls before I face fuck him. His dick is like granite. Nice smooth torso and trimmed out pubes. I slap the side of his face. Watch the teeth! He didn’t fuck up with the teeth, but that’s what I came up with to keep him in check. I stand there getting my cock deep throated by this guy, looking around the room. I think I’ve been in 205 before. I wonder if this guy’s going to be here all week. I hope Eduardo doesn’t jump my turf. Turn over. Let me see that faggot ass. Now he’s back similar to when I arrived. On knees and now both elbows. Dumb bitch. But he has a nice patch of hair in his ass crack with smooth thighs before his legs get hairy again. And I like his feet. I hope I look this good at his age. I’m 5-6, and this guy’s ass is so high in the air I can’t fuck him standing up like that, no way. I’ve dealt with this situation before. I grab his ankles and pull him so that only his knees are on the bed, legs spread apart. I bend down and grab one wrist with my left hand while I position my right hand on his shoulder with my right forearm laying down across his back. Twist the left arm behind the back while applying pressure to the right shoulder and dig the right elbow into the back. Now the bitch has the side of his face planted on the bed and the top of his chest digging into the bed. His ass is right where I need it to be. Now I could have shoved it in right there, right like that. But Tyger is a gentleman. I let his wrist go and tell him to let me see his asshole. He’s so skinny that his pucker really sticks out, even with the hair back there. I drop to my knees and go down on the guy’s hole. This hotel has citrus style body wash for the guests, and his ass tastes like that. Lemony. For all I know, maybe Lemon AIDS. That would be good. I dig my tongue into his asshole, and I reach up and squeeze his dangling balls with one of my strong little hands while I jack his dick with the other hand. He puts the front of his ankles on my shoulders and the tops of his big feet down my shoulder blades, and he pulls me into his ass tighter. Fuck him for being more hung than me and more naturally aggressive. If a guy was treating me the way I was treating him, I would be total submissive and passive. But this guy is liking what my tongue is doing for his Lemon Grove, and he wants more. I eat the Future Me out like this for a long time. My mouth hurts, I relax it a bit, then go back for more. I let go of bitch’s balls and cock, and bring my hands around to the sides of his ass. Slap left. Slap right harder. Slap left even harder. He’s grunting. He grabs my right hand to stop me slapping him with it again. Dumb faggot. Punch small of back with left hand. The bitch collapses on the bed, and his ass pulls away from my mouth. Now he’s as flat on the bed as he can get with his knees still under his body. This will be an even better height for me to fuck him. Show me that ass. No spit, no lube. Just Tyger sticking it in. All the way in, no slowing down to let the cunt adjust. Can you take it, or not? Yes, he can take it. I fuck him like this plenty long enough. Up on my toes, back flat on my feet, bending my knees, back straight up tall. I bend down and rest my elbows on either side of the small of his back and thrust my cock in and out of his ass. This is like a patented Tyger position because you have to really work your hips this way. It’s work. Bitch pays the price for the pleasure with some pain while I dig my elbows into his back. More pressure with the elbows means more power with the fucking. You know what? I’m almost done with you. Get on your back. Bitch flips right over. I pull him all the way to the edge of the bed and put his legs on my shoulders. This guy has a really flat torso, and nipples that stretch out to the sides. He looks super content in the face. And his 7.5 is still granite pressing straight up against his flat abs. He hooks his ankles together behind my neck, and I grab both of his wrists. I squeeze his wrists hard while I poke my dick around his hole until it lands right on the pucker and pops in. Tyger power fucks the faggot like this for a while. I let his wrists go. Pound it out, Bitch. The guy spits on his right palm and starts his handiwork. I slap the side of his face. I want to see a big load. I punch him right in the heart. Don’t be a fucking disappointment. I bend forward and grab both of his nipples in my fists and pull him up. He winces. Pow! His cum is splattering all over my forearms and chest and dripping down onto his chest. I let go of his nipples, straighten up, and reach back and gently massage his big feet still locked behind my neck. He likes this. A real happy smile is all over his face. He is still sweating and breathing pretty hard. Ready? I close my eyes and think about my partner. I should bring a bottle of the hotel body wash home so we can taste it on each other’s assholes before we fuck each other. I know he would like that. Oh yeah, I would feel good making him feel loved. Oh shit. Cumming so hard. Keep fucking. He wants me to fuck it into him. It’s hard to keep going with my cock so sensitive now. So slick in there. Ahhh. The guy is staring right at me when I open my eyes. He says thanks and tells me I can shower up but I just grab a towel and clean us both up. I see a bottle of meds on the sink when I’m in the bathroom. So he must be Poz, Undetectable. Like I said, AIDS would have been fine with me, but this is okay too for this assignment. Future Me doesn't want meds if I can get my partner to share his Gift when I have him agree that I should stop PrEP. The guy stays on his back on the bed while I dress. He likes my outfit. Cool. He tells me he is only here for the night, but he might be back later this summer if things go right with his pitch to the company. I pocket the fee for my time, and say good-bye. I stop at the front desk and give my friend his referral fee, and I ask for a bottle of the body wash. He gives me a few bottles. My partner is in bed when I get home. I should shower, but I did that earlier and feel tired now. I put the body wash in the bathroom and brush my teeth before getting into bed with my partner. Tyger rests for the night.
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I was bored at work and even after work when my friend Javier texted to ask me to see Hairspray with him at Parkland. I wasn't interested in the show, but I went to get out of the house and hang out with Javi since I couldn’t be up in Chicago for Pride because I had to work all weekend. The show was better than I thought and I kept watching one actor the whole time. Javi tells me at intermission that he knows the guy. In fact, that's how Javi got the tickets. Why didn’t I know about this friend? We wait around after the show for the cast to come out and meet up their families and friends. The dude I like is with his mother. But Javi knows them both and takes us over so I can meet my new find. Javi convinces the mother to let Justin (changing the name up here) to hang out with us the rest of the night. We pile in my Excursion and try to figure out a place to go. Nowhere because Justin doesn’t have a fake ID, but we should hang out. My place is no good because of the parents and the same for Justin. But Javi has his own place. We go to Javi's and have a couple of beers, and Justin has me all boned. He's my age. Short like about 5-7 and 140 with brown hair and eyes. Real handsome the way a young actor should be, but maybe a little too preppy looking. He reminds me of Tom Holland the Peter Parker/Spiderman actor except not as lean or tall, but still suitable for my needs. But there are two bigger issues. Javi's place is a studio, and it’s going to start getting too late to consummate anything sexual with Justin. Javi is the best wingman. He assesses the situation and asks to borrow my truck because the Walmart Supercenter is open 24/7 and he needs to get some stuff and wants to take advantage of my truck being available while he can. Javi says he is going to try to keep it to 30 minutes because I'm gonna need to drive Justin home after that. The door closes and I check my watch, it's 11:15. I tell Justin I need to piss. That’s true, but I also need to wash the gono crud from my cockhead and foreskin, and scrape it from my black underwear the best I can. It’s been oozing starting this morning at work. It must be from Paul at the car wash the other day. I’ll have to text him later and drop off some Internet antibiotics. Fuck, Tip probably got it from me last night and this morning before work. I’ll have to think about that one. All I have on Tip is his email, and I don’t want to blow things by sending something about getting checked. After I finish in the bathroom, I join Justin on Javi's nasty couch. I put my hand on Justin's thigh and lean in and kiss him, nice and soft. Justin kisses back more aggressive and moves my hand to on top of his dick, nice and hard. I unzip him while we are making out and work his dick free. Justin does the same for me, and we both pull our pants and underwear down to our ankles. Justin gives me a real nice blowjob while I jerk on his dick. Its a five incher max, cut. Born to bottom. I tell Justin I want to eat his ass, and he gets on his knees and bends down with the side of his face resting on the arm of Javi's nasty couch. It's a furry ass, and I pull him apart and look at his hole before I get in there and do what I said I wanted to do. He's kinda fragrant and tangy with sweat from being on stage all night, and that makes my cock twitch while I kiss and lick Justin's asshole. I get up on my knees behind Justin. I think it’s going to be tight and require more than spit for lube. Javi comes through again with a couple of half-used bottles of lube laying out right on the coffee table. Thanks, Javi. I put the lube on and my dick is right there ready to do what I need to do when Justin asks for a condom. This is bad news because there are condoms right there in plain sight on the coffee table. I told you about that, Javi. Condoms are so nasty. And now I don’t have the Out of Condoms excuse. Hey, Justin, I really like you. Can we please do it raw? Justin tells me to just put on a condom. A little backbone there. Maybe we should save anal for next time is what I tell Justin. Because there isn't going to be a next time because I am never going to fuck you with a condom, is what I say in my head. Justin wants me in him, I can tell that from the way his shoulders slump when I mention stopping the fun. He says he promised his mom to always play safe. That was my opening. I tell Justin I'm safe. Are you Neg? Yes. When were you last tested? Yesterday? What the fuck? In April. No mention of a year. I’m sure that it was in April of some year. Do you fuck Poz guys? No way, I'm real selective. Can you not cum in me? Yeah, I'll pull out. No problem. Justin grabs a lube and puts some on his fingers and slicks his hole real good. The clock is ticking until Javi will be back, so I move in immediately. Justin greets my dick with a firm ass grip as I glide in, but he is not tight like a vise. I fuck him pretty good, making every move count. Switching up the motions and the angles, but just from behind. Either Justin is a great actor, or he really likes my style, maybe because its raw and I hear that it feels better than a condom but never actually tried a condom to test that theory. I push all the way down and press my body against Justin, and he whimpers when I kiss his neck and lick his ears. Justin says he wants to ride me. That’s my least favorite position, but I am so close to shooting that I know I can finish with him riding me. I pop out, sit up, and Justin pulls off his pants so he can get up on his knees facing me while he leans down and back onto my waiting cock. I let Justin do all the work and enjoy the show while he tugs on his tool. Actors are pleasers, so I start telling Justin how much he is pleasing me. Making me feel real good. Showing me a great time. That works, causing Justin to pump his load on my chest while my seed pumps into his ass. Justin was loud, but I had to be super quiet because I promised to pull out. I am going to pull out as soon as his ass and my cock stop causing each other to twitch in reaction and counter-reaction to our natural mating ritual. I calm myself down as quick as I can, getting composed before Justin recovers his senses. When Justin emerges from his orgasmic fog, he leans forward and kisses me like he loves me. That’s nice, and all the while he is rocking himself back and forth on my cock because I am still hard enough to keep it going especially with the tender affection and the fucking stimulation still going. I’m also sitting there thinking that Justin is working my Poz load into his ass better than I could have imagined, and that Javi is going to be pissed if I get blamed for Justin testing Poz or catching a case of gono. All of that can be dealt with later if any of it happens. It is 11:40 when I look at my watch with Justin still seated on my raw cock. Hey Justin, Javi will be back in five minutes. I have to save my load for later. We should clean up. Justin dismounts and goes to the bathroom to cleanup at the sink and I use the Bounty that is right there next to the condoms and lube to wipe up my cock which should be soft by now but stays semi-boned. I pull my pants up and watch Justin walk back to the couch to get his pants. Hey Dan, we should make it look like we used one of these. Justin is pointing at the condoms. I don’t want Javi to know that I didn’t use protection. Hmmm, okay. He's never going to rat me out because he would have to out himself at the same time. Justin tears a Trojan BareSkin off the pile and rips the package apart. He pulls the condom open, spits in it, and closes it back up and rubs it in his hand. Yeah, well, I guess that looks like other used condoms I have seen laying around the rest stop. Justin is putting my Kleenex and the condom and wrapper in the bathroom trash bin when Javi walks in with a few Walmart bags in his hands. Javi won’t be able to miss that planted evidence. Javi says that it smells like sex, and Justin blushes and says that he hopes it’s okay if we borrowed a Trojan. Natural born bottom, and natural born actor. I’m driving Justin home when he quietly apologizes that he might not have got all he lube out at Javi’s. I’m sorry if it leaves a mark on your seat, Dan. No problem, Justin. They’re leather and cleanup really easy. Yeah, that lube can get runny. I had a great time. We should do this next time you have a show. Justin might have been hoping for something sooner but I know that he is going to have some stuff to deal with over the next few days or week. Justin recovers like a pro and tells me that he will be in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. Cool. Maybe you can play some of that bare chested (I almost said bareback, but caught myself). I’ll be there. We exchange a big smile and a kiss while I pull to a stop. It’s 11:58 when Justin climbs out of the Excursion at his mom’s house. See you! I drive around the next corner before I find a place to stop and get a napkin out of the console to clean up the wet spot. Taking care of the truck reminds me to text Paul from the car wash. Hi. Gono again. Will be at car wash on way to work with Rx. Love, Dan.
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Hey everyone! Planning a big trip to Folsom Europe with another bud whos into bareback fucking and just being pigs together. We are sharing a hotel room at Novum hotel Aldea near Nollendorfplazt and seeing if there are any fun mates or couples that would like to meet up and share drinks, fuck, whatever. Planning on not spending the entire trip on our phones or the Internet but to enjoy Berlin, all the pigs in town, and making connections with interesting guys we have chatted with before and that we meet during the event. Well anyways, I figured this could be a thread where you report if you'd like to meet up during Folsom if you are going and to see if we are going to the same parties etc. I am bottom he is top and we play well with other guys (I plan to also dump a few loads in used holes during the event) sharing cum, fucks and friendly banter. Put your plans below, and contact info if you'd like to plan to meet up or just connect with someone else going to Folsom Europe this year!
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It was two years ago this month. I saw GoodExercise (he is on here, but I did not know about that) on Grindr. I was in Chicago for the weekend, but we couldn't meet then. We talked more on Grindr and GE agreed to drive to Urbana on a weekend. I had just turned legal, and GE made me show him my real and fake IDs (smart to ask for both). I wasn't chasing, but I never used condoms. GE had me on my back in his hotel room, and was fucking me real good (big dick but knows how to use it). GE put his forearm across my throat and told me to beg for his Poz load. When he let up, I was so light headed. I suppose that I could have said No, or could have thrown him off me. But I went for it. He made me repeat it louder, too. Then I got the load that gave me the Gift. Not too long after, my BF at the time (now former BF), had the fuck flu at the same time. My former BF was all concerned that he gave it to me, but I know I got it from GE almost 100 percent certain. Meanwhile, I learned from that that my former BF was cheating on me doing risky sex without warning or protecting me. Even though I was doing the same thing, it made me angry at him and made me feel even less concerned about others when it comes to whatever happens as a result of sex, but I wasn't all that concerned to begin with. This must be the "right" forum because it involves me stealthing my former BF.
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Roseau is dead this weekend but my partner has been ultra horny. My partner really wanted to fuck that hot Asian dude Jay we met at Brickhouse on Thursday but Jay would only go for one-on-one with me. My partner had me tell him all the details, focusing on the fucking. He gets so turned on hearing about Jay getting on all fours for me, and especially Jay on his back and with his legs way up in the air, pulling his ass cheeks apart with his hands. I had to play the part of Jay Friday night, Saturday morning and Sunday morning so that my partner could top me the way he would have wanted to top Jay. I'm cool with that and I got three loads out of my partner so far.
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I am in Kingston, Ulster County NY area. I can travel around the area. I am a Submissive Bottom and I am sooooooo HORNY. Please someone read this and lets see about you using me as you want to. Thank you.
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The library closed at 5:00pm. One of my jobs when I close the library is to walk through all three floors to make sure that nobody got locked in the basement, first floor or second floor. The place is empty up until I get to the study carrels on the second floor outside the rare book room. Some guy is in the last carrel, totally asleep with his head down on his arms on the desk. I’ve seen this guy around before in the same outfit with a green stripe t-shirt, khaki shorts and some white canvas All-Star sneakers. He’s got dark brown hair with a conservative cut, not too short but real simple. I know from checking him out other times that he has a real fresh face that is almost boarding school preppy except for dark brown puppy dog eyes that make him look more down to earth. He has a narrow nose and thin lips, but a big smile with laugh lines that put some character on a face that some guys might think is too pretty or too plain to be sexy. Well, he’s also 6-2, 170 and real masculine, with a prominent Adam’s Apple that reminds you he is a man, not just a pretty boy. He’s got real full hair and you can’t see the Widow’s Peak but you know that it’s there because of the way the hair dips down his forehead. So you could draw line from that downward dip in his hair to his kind of pointy nose to his strong chin to his big Adam’s Apple. I know all this because I have studied him. Plus, I’ve kept going further down, checking out his lean torso and the bulge in the front of his favorite khaki shorts. There is no hair on his forearms, but he has decent hair on his legs. Maybe the hair is more sparse on his legs than it seems because the hair is so dark on his pale skin. He looks Irish, like he could be a Kennedy. I studied this guy online, too because I help with Online Journals and Databases where things can get slow because the students know how to use them better than the professional library staff which is why they bring in someone like me to help. It took me a long time to figure out this guy’s name because when he is with friends in the library they call him Tip. No students named Tip. I saw him check out a book a few months ago that I looked at, and learned his first name is Nate. He went straight to law school from undergraduate, he will be a second year law student in the Fall, and he is 22 or 23 depending on his exact birthday (which I can’t locate online). After all that research, one day I see Nate getting picked up in a car by a real pretty blond girl and the hello kiss makes it real clear she isn’t his sister. Straight, girlfriend, forget it. Move on. Plus, she’s driving a shiny BMW. I don’t know where these people get all that money. I call his name, but the guy is not waking up. Nate, Tip. No response. I really don’t want to touch him, because students can flip out over nothing. I can’t afford any trouble. But okay it’s time to leave and I need to go find some action. What I want to do is run my hands through his full head of hair, but that would be trouble for sure. I shake his shoulder and call his name again – Excuse me, Nate, Tip? Time to go. That rouses him. Nate looks at me kind of confused because he has no clue who I am, and he rubs his face. I’m closing the library now. Its closing time. You have to clear out, okay? Nate checks his phone and sees the time. Fuck! I’m sorry, man. I was just resting my eyes for a minute. I have a paper due tomorrow. I need to look something up that’s not online so I can finish. Will that be okay? This is not my fucking problem, but I can’t say no to Nate. So we go look for the book in the stacks. It’s not there. Nate panics because students have no common sense. I know there is a copy at the reference desk. Hey, there should be a copy downstairs at the reference desk. Let’s go see. Nate is so grateful. His smile just melts me. When we get to the reference desk I pull the book and hand it to Nate. He flips through the index and turns to where he needs to get his information to finish his big paper. Now he’s flipping out, turning the pages again and again. The exact page that he needs is missing because somebody cut it out, like with an Exacto knife. That’s how students treat each other. Nate is ready to cry. I mean his chin is trembling and I can see his puppy dog eyes welling up. It is melting me. Hey Nate, I think we can call around to another law library in the morning and get a scan of your page. They’re not supposed to photocopy or scan books, but they’ll do it for me. Nate stands there thinking, like he doesn’t know what to do. So lost. Nate finally decides that he can wait until morning. The smile is back on Nate’s face and he is extending his hand. I’m Nate, but you know that already. Not sure how. Anyway, my friends call me Tip. You can call me Tip. Now I’m smiling back and shaking Tip’s hand. I’m Dan. Nice to meet you. Too bad you have a girlfriend is what I want to say, though. We go back upstairs so Tip can get his stuff and I can finish checking for any other students still in the library. Tip is all gentlemanly when we get to the stairs, and motions for me to go first. I swear to God I could feel his eyes on my ass, which I am confident looked good in my tight jeans and just a jockstrap underneath. I get back from checking for students, which there were none, and Tip is standing at the study carrell reading some notes. WTF, Dude, I have things to do. Like I need to go find someone to fuck. Tip blushes and scampers around throwing shit in his backpack. I mean he is flustered at this point and it is fucking adorable seeing him trying to get his act together. Phone check. Its right there, Tip. Wallet check. Still in your back pocket. Notes check. Really, you’re gonna read them again? I thought your paper was done except for one last piece. Everything is finally all gathered up. Tip looks at me and smiles, and he puts his hand on my back to gesture that he is ready to go. I’m supposed to be playing it cool here, but I jump. Tip doesn’t pull back, though. He just rubs my back a bit and smiles. Ready? There is lots of little brushing up against each other on the way out of the building. Its making me horny to go find some ass to breed. What time should we meet in the morning? Ten o’clock, Tip. That’s when we re-open. The reference desk is closed, but I can take care of it for you. Where did I park? Lot C7. Well, that’s on my way, I can walk with you, Dan. Tip starts making small talk, asking me what kind of car I drive. He’s never even heard of a Ford Excursion, and says he wants to see it. Come on, Dude. But I did just have it washed and it is my baby. I think Tip likes the truck. It’s giant. Do you ever let anyone else drive it? You’re kidding, right? But okay. Let me get it out of the parking ramp. Then we can switch. Ignition, AC, music (too loud, had to turn it down), gear. I pull to the curb and climb out. Tip is three inches taller than me. He’s spending an eternity adjusting the mirrors. We’re not going that far, Dude. No, take your time. You know what? My girlfriend is out of town and I have a gift certificate from Ribeye that is going to expire. Want to go? Tip is looking really good behind the wheel of my truck, and I want to say yes but my balls are going to burst if I don’t get laid soon, even though I fucked Paul yesterday and jacked off this morning. I can’t. I have to … go to church. Isn’t that on Sunday? Well, I mean I have to get up early so I can go to Church before work. Are you sure, I would love to thank you for helping me out. I haven’t done anything yet. I know you’ll come through. Tip’s arm is right there rubbing up against mine on the center console because he is so cocky driving a truck he never heard of or saw before that he can drive with one hand. Tip nudges my arm and says Come On. We’ll make it quick. It’s early, there won’t be a line. Dinner was a big mistake. The food was pretty good and the service was very good, but Tip kept eyeing the waitress. What was I thinking? You know what? That waitress looked like Tip’s fucking girlfriend and I don’t know either of them but I hate them both. Oh, so the paper is about finance and tax in mergers? Can you tell me more? I’m fucking fascinated. The only good part was the drinks. I had to use my fake ID, but I got served. Tip was impressed that I am (fake ID) 21. So we’re only one year apart. That fills in my biography. Tip is 22. So what? I’m horny, I’m frustrated and, yes, I’ll have another beer. Yep, all finished. Sure, I’ll drop you home. Yes, you can drive again. Easy on the gas, Tip. Are you sure you’re okay to drive? So, there’s plenty of parking at Tip’s apartment building. He pulls the truck into a space open on both sides, which is good because he is not exactly between the lines. Tip is reaching into the backseat trying to grab his backpack. I’ll get it for you. I climb out and open the rear door and get the backpack. I come around to the driver’s door and Tip is standing there with the door open. He takes the backpack from me and leans forward to put it over his shoulder. A bit of a stumble, and I steady him. My hands are on his waist and I’m looking up into his handsome face. Tip is smiling, a different smile than I’ve seen so far. Like he wants something that he knows he shouldn’t have. This is visitor’s parking. I mean, if you wanted to come in for another beer or if you need to use the restroom. Yeah, I need to use the restroom to jack off before I cum in my jeans without touching myself because you give me a big erection. Or a beer? I may not be a fancy law student, but I’m no idiot. I reach past Tip to get the keys out of the ignition. Our bodies are rubbing against each other for that maneuver, and I feel myself turn red because my boner is rubbing against Tip’s thigh. Tip steadies me now, with his hand on the small of my back. God damn, why are you touching me there, Dude? I should just leave and hit the rest stop or something, but maybe there’s something going on here. Some law student live like kings, and Tip is one of them. The place is all brand new. Nice floors. Kitchen hits you when you walk in, but it’s all granite and high end. A tour? Balcony. Washer and drying. Bathroom. Fuck, it’s like a spa. Study. You have a study? And you’re sleeping in the law library? Small bedroom with the bed up against one wall. Everything is all clean. I bet he has a maid. Oh yeah, and a girlfriend, because her shoes were right by the front door and her makeup was on the bathroom sink. No, I’m good, but go ahead if you want another beer. Tip gets his beer and pops the cap, leaving the opener and the cap on the counter for the maid. I’m sitting on the sofa and Tip sits next to me. Not right up against, but not all the way to his end. Tip takes off his sneakers. It’s like a production. Untie. Pull them apart. Raise your leg. Pull off the sneaker from the heel. Pull off the little sock from the heel. Stuff the little sock into the sneaker. Do the other foot. Law students are anal. Tip has big feet. They have to be size 12s or 13s, I don’t know. Big. Nice. I’m wearing my dressy loafers from work, but I just kick them off. Staff aren’t allowed to wear sneakers to work. Nice jeans are okay, but no sneakers and no t-shirts. Tip gathers up his shoes and my loafers and deposits them neatly by the front door. He lands a bit closer to me on the sofa when he returns. Do I have a girlfriend? OMFG. Where are my loafers? Not really. I’m lucky? Why? Tip is not looking at me now. He’s just looking past me, out beyond the balcony. He’s thinking again. I shouldn’t say anything. It’s not your problem, and we don’t even know each other. This goes on for a while. I don’t know how it happened, but we ended up to where we were both sitting on the sofa facing each other with our feet up on the cushion and our legs to our chests. Tip never said anything about being gay or bi. But I pulled off my socks and placed them neatly on the floor. Folded and everything. While Tip is talking about all of his guy friends and girlfriends in college and how close he felt to all kinds of different people, I slid my bare feet forward to lay on top of his. And I spread my legs open, which made my boner all the more obvious if it wasn’t already. I’ve never cheat on my girlfriend. Fuck you, Tip. Hand me my socks and shoes and I’m outta here. Well, it’s not cheating if it’s with another guy. Now, I’ve heard before that this line works, but this is the first time I ever even had a chance to try it out. More looking off into the distance. Then Tip spreads his legs open to mirror my position. He has to reach down and adjust his cock because his boner is pressed against the front of his shorts the wrong way. I get up on my knees, and then bend forward into Tip. My hands are on his broad shoulders. You’re handsome. Oh, the blush and the smile. This is a nice t-shirt, but maybe we can take it off. Awesome pecs. Flat abs. No hair except what should be there drawing a line from his belly button to the top of his shorts. I take off my polo to keep things even. My dark skin is also smooth, but I have a patch of hair between my pecs. Tip runs his hands up and down the sides of my torso. No kissing, okay? I understand. It’s cool. I mean, on the lips. Understood. I help Tip out of his shorts and underwear, with him still seated against the arm of the sofa. No wonder he had to adjust his boner earlier. Is it seven or eight? Whatever, it’s real hard. Tip has big balls at the base of his cock. Pretty hairy sac and lots of pubes running partway up his dick. Not a manscaper. Veiny shaft with darker skin below the head where the foreskin would retract to if he still had his. Shame about that. I swear to God the head is so big. Giant piss slit. Now I’m smiling because all I can think is that the tip is so big. My girlfriend never made the connection. None of them ever did. But all of my gym buddies get it immediately. Please, please stop with the girlfriend, Tip. I lean back and work myself out of my jeans and jockstrap. I’m a full six inches, but I feel small in comparison to Tip. My foreskin is hallway back already, and my own tip is moist with precum. I get back on my knees like before, put my hands on Tip’s shoulders and feel him returning his hands to the sides of my torso. We say it together, let’s do this. I bend down and take the head of Tip’s cock in my mouth. I tongue it, and I tongue the edge of it and even try to get that dark skin down below it with my tongue. Then I relax my throat and swallow his cock to the base. I keep my mouth there while I purse my lips to tingle on his pubes, and I run my hands up his thighs until the backs of my hands have his balls rubbing up against them. I use my hands to thrust his cock even further down my throat. I know how to breathe through my nose, and good thing because Tip’s cock is getting bigger and he is starting to pulsate. Oh fuck. Oh, watch out. The ejaculation is intense. Tip is bucking up involuntarily throat fucking me while his white hot sperm is jetting out and running down my throat. Tip’s comedown was slow. His cockhead was like suctioned and glued to my throat. When he eventually released and withdrew, his cock was still hard and slapped up against his flat belly. Honestly, he looked happier than I can remember ever seeing a guy look. Wow. Oh, I’m sorry, Dan. I tried to warn you. Is it always that good? How long did it take you to learn to do it like that? Is there a book or something that I can give my girlfriend for Christmas to read up on? Dude, one more comment about the girlfriend and I’m outta here. We are just talking for a while. Back like we were before except now our legs are outstretched and intertwined, and my cock is hard or maybe semi-hard while I play with Tip’s cock and balls with my feet and toes. Unlike at dinner, now Tip wants to listen to me. Do I have a boyfriend? No, but I have my eye on a few guys. Do I date? Sometimes? Do I hookup a lot? A bit. Do I fuck around with any of the guys at the law school? No, but I’ve met a couple other undergrads and an engineering grad student or maybe also a Ph.D. candidate for economics. Have I ever been with a girl? No. No, I don’t think I would, but you never know because we’re both still young and learning. Can I suck your cock? Tip gets up on his knees and begins to try to do for me what I did for him. He bends down and stares at my penis. He licks the head. He strokes the shaft. He fiddles with the foreskin. He swirls the precum around the head with the tip of his finger. I don’t know if he is mesmerized or scared. You can suck it, Tip. Oh my god. He takes me in his mouth and it feels so good, and it looks good too because this handsome guy is getting his M4M card with me. Tip struggles with technique, but I just lay back and play with his full head of hair while he explores. The foreskin is kind of an advanced maneuver, and I’m not embarrassed by it but it’s not like I washed up before we started fooling around so the fresh cheese had to be totally foreign since Tip doesn’t even make his own because he’s circumcised. Amazing how fast a guy can figure out how to give at least a decent blowjob. Tip instinctively tried to do what I had done to him, and I think he was also trying to show me some of the technique that he would like on himself. He worked the base of my cock with his big, strong hands while he sucked what he could without getting me past the back of his mouth or the very beginning of his throat. Tip took a break, and got back up on his knees. He’s just looking me in the eye. Fuck it, I’m melting again seeing desire and fear in him. I glance down and see that Tip is rock hard again. Full mast. Do you want to go to the bedroom? Hmmm, what happens there? Uh-huh. We stand up, and we balance each other as we walk together into the bedroom. I lay on the bed on my back, and Tip kneels between my legs. He caresses my torso again, and he jack my cock a bit. He even sucks me some more. Tip puts my legs up on his shoulders and gets his cock up against my hole. I think I’m in for it right there, but Tip begins to caress my thighs. Is he going to change his mind? So I’m just laying there wondering how this is going to play out when Tip spread my legs open with his hands. He puts his shoulders down into the backs of my knees and pushed my ass up off the bed. I do shave down there, but it’s hairy and I think it could even be a little ripe because of the no washing up. Tip must like this position for straight sex because he is skilled. He places his hands on the sides of my ass cheeks and pulls apart my pucker, exposing my rectum to his whim. I jump like I’ve never been licked down there before. Tongue, lips. Pulling on my little hairs with his teeth. Tip is lavishing attention on my asshole, and I am in shock at how much I like the fact that it is him doing it compared to how I feel when its random. But this was random, but now it feels different. Tip retreats from between my legs and comes forward and sticks his dick in my mouth. I tell him to turn around so I can deep throat him, and he does it. Tip is fucking my face again and I think he will soon be sucking my cock. No, he pulls my ass back up in the air and picks up where he left off. Except now with his fingers in my ass, too. I am so ready to be fucked by this guy, but I can’t speak with his dick down my throat. I have to gently push Tip up out of my mouth. Hey Tip, I’m ready whenever you are. In an instant, Tip is back where he was when we first got on the bed. Kneeling between my open legs. He places my legs up on his shoulders and gets us into position. His cock is right there. Do we need to use a condom? Not unless you want to, Tip. I can’t believe I consented to being fucked with a condom. Okay then. No need. Tip caresses my thighs again as he put the head of his cock begins to open me up. It’s big. I hope that I can take more than just the tip. Lucky for me, Tip catches on to every physical and non-verbal clue. Our eyes are glued on each other as Tip penetrates me fully. Tip already came once from me sucking him. So he has some stamina to keep fucking me now without shooting too soon. But I don’t touch myself because the puddle of precum on my own flat belly would quickly become a an ocean of cum all over myself if I touched my cock now. Do you like getting fucked like this? Yeah, you’re really good, Tip. Do you want to get on your side? Tip maneuvers us so that he is taking me from behind with us on our sides. I am cradled in Tip’s arms. No kissing, but this feels intimate to me. Do I need to pull out? No. No, please don’t. I really want to feel you in me like that. I mean here we are fucking like lovers and I’m shy to say the words cum in me because this guy is being so nice and sweet and primal all at once. Tip grips my dick and starts jacking it while he thrusts into me. He doesn’t need to move his hand because my body is being pulled back and forth by his motion. My orgasm is so powerful, I’m seeing stars. My ass must be contracting and gripping on Tip’s cock. But I can’t really feel or hear anything until Tip is laying there still, with his cock still in me but slowly receding. Thank God its clean when he pulls out. I don’t know why it’s so clean because I sure got a thorough drubbing, but it was. We layed together, now side by side but face to face. Does it always feel that good? Do you ever top? Can we do this again, sometime? Do you have any friends that are hot like you that are not too feminine? Not too feminine? Yes to it all. Well, except that it’s not always quite this good. You are really good, Tip. Tip wants to shower, so we do that. It’s still relatively early in the evening, but we are both exhausted. The visitor spaces are good for overnight if you don’t use it more than one day in a row. Yeah, but I have church in the morning. Please stay. I can’t believe that I slept with this guy. I mean slept with him holding me in his arms. He dozed right off, but I feel like I was awake a lot of the night. I don’t sleep with the tricks. The sun wakes us up early. Tip has some morning wood. I am full bore. But I really do need to go to church because my family will freak out if I don’t. Tip digs around and finds me a new toothbrush and he puts the toothpaste on it for me. Do you want to shower again? The water is so warm. My cock is rubbing up against Tip’s inner thigh with me standing behind him. I’ve fucked lots of guys in this exact same scenario, but I’m not taking that initiative in this situation. Tip reaches back and places me into position. Slowly. So very slowly. My foreskin actually makes it easier to penetrate Tip because it slowly gives way, and when it does retract there is just enough new space for his ass to relax and then grip around the head of my bare cock. We fuck under the water. It’s a nice rainfall thing, and it is amazing. I have Tip pulled up against me with my arms around his torso and my hands exploring his pecs and squeezing his nipples. Nobody has ever played with my nipples before, Dan. I do it when I jerk off though. Tip works his cock with one hand while he joins me in working his nipples with the other. I show Tip the same courtesy that he showed me. Should I pull out? No, Dan. No, please don’t. I want you. Well, I can’t really remember what the fuck Tip said for sure. Because I was shooting so deep and hard and he was spraying the shower wall with his own load. We washed each other up in the groin area, and Tip even fingered my hole some more. You know what, Tip? This was really good. We dried off went together back into the living room where I got dressed. There was no awkwardness. No expression of remorse or misgiving about what happened. I guess it’s true, it’s not cheating if you do it with a guy, and I know Tip had a good time. I did, too. See you at 10:00 o’clock. Thanks, Dan. See you then. Oh God, the mirrors were so fucked up in my truck. And I didn’t even notice, but the seat was also moved. I dealt with that, got some breakfast and made it to church. The benefit of early sunrise, there. Tip was waiting outside the library when I got there at 9:45 to open up. He had on a fresh outfit with a law school t-shirt and basketball shorts. Nice and relaxed. I got a scan from the book that Tip needed, and sent it to his email before he went home to finish his paper in that nice study. Now we have each other’s email! Why do I even give a fuck? I got laid. I should be moving on. Probably will. Definitely will. But maybe there should be more with Tip, at least until he graduates next May. I can let him drive the truck again. I swear, I think it was the truck that got me laid. Anyway, the reference librarians don’t work today, so I could use a computer in one of their offices to pound this out. How can I be horny again? And I have to work until 5:00pm.
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(This is a semi-true account of my recent bathhouse excursion. Yes, I am 23. The inner struggle described is real. If you want to help bring out my inner slut, DM me. I lurk on here way too much, and want to live out some of my fantasies with a truly dom top.) Finals were over. Fuck was I glad. This past semester was super hard. All my classes were so boring and a lot of my friends were graduating, so everyone was on edge the entire time. Whatever, at least it’s over. To reward myself, I planned on getting high and going to the bathhouse to get fucked. You’d think that being 23, smooth with a tight body and well defined 6-pack would get you a lot of dick in college, but a lot of guys on campus usually chicken out. So I waited until classes were done to make up for all the dick I should have gotten. It was Friday night and most of my friends were out getting drunk to celebrate summer. Boring! Instead I shaved my hole, douched, and got ready to go to the bathhouse. I saved a couple pills of E from a rave I went to, and I was determined to get high and get my ass destroyed. “But...no bareback,” I repeated over and over again. “Promise me you’ll make guys use condoms,” I repeated. I was determined to minimize the after-fuck guilt and scare. I love feeling raw dick slide into my hole. I love having the shaft rub my Gspot and make me moan. And I especially love feeling the cock spasm as the top shoots his warm cum in my ass. I love all these things! BUT, I always work myself into a frenzy afterwards. I would do myself a favor and use condoms, so I won’t freak out the day after. “Condoms only!” I committed I finally got to the bathhouse. I timed the pills so they would kick in by the time I got the bathhouse. I got a locker, undressed and wrapped a towel around my tight, jock body. I was shivering from nervousness. As much as I love sex, doing it with random strangers still scares me a bit. Being a hypochondriac and cum slut isn’t the best combination. Oh well, that’s why I took the E. I got in the hot tub to relax a bit. There were a lot of guys here tonight I noted. After a few minutes, I got out to walk around. In the first hallway, I walked past a room with an open door. Inside was a pretty well-built daddy, probably in his late 40’s. He motioned me in. I acquiesced. “You are really sexy,” he told me. “Thanks. So are you,” I responded. I got on my knees and sucked his nice 7-inch cock. After several minutes, I got his cock rock hard. By now, the E had fully kicked in. In fact, I think I took too much, because I was getting a bit disoriented. My body was tingly all over, and my thoughts raced. My vision was going in and out, but I was still focused on his cock. The fit daddy pointed to the bed, and my inner submissive whore hastily obeyed. I got on my back and lifted my legs up, exposing my smooth hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube, squirted some on his cock, and rubbed some on my hole. He walked closer and lined his cockhead to my hole. “Um, can you please use a condom,” I weakly asked. The top frowned, but he nodded his head. He went to his bag and grabbed a condom. “Suck my dick some more, baby,” the daddy commanded. I quickly gobbled up his cock. Good job I thought to myself. Way to stick to our agreement of no BB. Within a few minutes, his cock was hard again, getting past the fact that he had to wrap it up. He ripped the wrapper and rolled on the condom, lubed up his cock, and approached my hole. I was on my back again and saw his face. The face of intent. His body glistened with manliness. I could never get this back at my college campus. This much man. This much experience and dominance. I was in bliss. He slowly pushed in. My hole wasn’t used to condoms, so it really hurt. The daddy was slow though. He added more lube and kept pushing. After about 5 minutes, he still hadn’t made much progress. “You’re really tight,” he whispered in my ear with his cock still pressed against my hole. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been a while...are you neg?” I asked “Why does it matter” he retorted with annoyance, “I’m wearing a condom.” Don’t even think about asking him to fuck you raw! I screamed at myself. Come on slut! You know you want it. You play coy, but you and I know you’re going to let him fuck you raw, I urged myself. What’s another night of bareback. You’ve earned it. You got a 4.0 this quarter. Reward yourself with raw cock. “Hey, maybe you can just tease my hole without a condom for a bit.,” I meekly said. The daddy stood back up and his face brightened up. In his smile, there was a tinge of darkness. He was going to fuck me raw and load me up. He knew this, and I knew this. “Ok, baby,” he responded. He quickly threw off the condom. Then he spit on my hole and rubbed his cock up and down. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. The hot daddy saw this and pushed his cock into my hold. “We really shouldn’t. Please don’t fuck me raw,” I unconvincingly pleaded. My voice was so soft and weak that both of us knew I didn’t mean it. He kept pushing. I moaned. Skin on skin feels so good. A few moments later, he was inside. I felt his warm cock pulsating. I looked at him. Any bit of care and tenderness was wiped from his face. In their place was pure lust. He looked at me with animal eyes. Even his breathing changed. His breaths were now grunts. He slid his cock halfway out and then rammed it back in. His slow rhythm was in perfect sync with his grunts. His cock was rubbing my hole in all the right places. I was moaning so loudly. I knew the whole bathhouse could hear me, but I was too high and in too much pleasure to fucking care. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my cock” he said to me. “Ugh yeah, please fuck me! Your cock feels so good!” I moaned. He pulled his cock all the way out, slapped my hole, and then shoved it back in. His sweat dripped on me. His odor flooded my senses. I was enveloped in this god’s aura. He varied his pace for a few more minutes before flipping me over. I backed myself up furiously on his raw cock. My body felt like electricity from the E. He slapped my ass and then grabbed my hips to gain control. He pounded my ass for what felt like hours. I was in slut heaven. Then without warning, he pulled out and stepped away. I turned around, showing him desperate, pleading eyes. Even with my impaired vision, I could see the sweat that glistened on his body. His masculine stance with huge arms flexed on either side. He was breathing heavily, sign of the work he’s been putting in. “Please fuck me, sir. Your cock feels so good. I really need it,” my depraved self pleaded. “I’m getting close, boy. I’m about to bust my load, “ he responded,“If I keep fucking you, I’m going to breed you. I’m not wasting my load on your bac.,” I didn’t say anything. I was paralyzed by conflict. I was paralyzed by how good his cock felt. I was paralyzed by how much I wanted his load inside my hole. Not waiting for my response, he flipped me on my back and shoved his cock inside me. “Ohhhhhh fuckkk yes,” my mouth finally vocalized. He took my ankles and pushed them way back. He had a perfect view of my hole. But instead, he fixed his gazed on my face. As he pounded my hole, he said to me, “I’m going to breed your hole boy. Fill your guts with my warm seed. My hot seed.” The room was filled with guttural noises and animal instincts. Cock in and out. Sweat dripped. In. And out. Grunting. Bam. Bam. Bam. In. And Out. Grunt. Moan. “Please spit on me. Make me your bitch,” I pleaded as I sniffed in more of his scent. He scoffed at me. His eyes were filled with disgust. Here is a dumb bitch asking to be spit on taking raw cock. The same dumb bitch that pretended to want condoms. The same bitch that is high out of his mind. Disgust swirled in his mouth and he quickly spat on my face. Then BAMMM he smacked my face with all his might and I lost my breath due to the shock and pain. He grabbed my face and turned me to face him. “Beg me for my seed, you dumb bitch,” he demanded. “Beg me to breed your cunt.” FUCKING BEG HIM, YOU WHORE. I screamed to myself. “Please, sir. Please breed me,” I managed. “Yeah? You want it? Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want,” he urged. “Your hot load. Please fill me up. I want your cum,” I said with more strength. “Oh fuck yeah, boy! I’m going to fill you up with my load,” he continued. “Yes!! Fuck me. Fuck your poz load into me,” I moaned. He stopped fucking me and said, “Poz load? Who said I was poz?” I came out of my haze and sheepishly smiled at him. “Sorry.” “Oh so you’re a fucking chaser aren’t you? You sick, dirty fuck. I bet you want poz loads, huh? I bet you want my dick to flood you with venom.” I could tell this was really turning him on. He picked up his paced. He was really railing me now. “You’re going to get my poz load. I’m going to fill you up with my sick dick,” he yelled. “Yes, fill me with your poz load! I need it! PLEASE!” I exclaimed. My inner slut was out. “Fuck yeah, boy!” the hot daddy exclaimed. And with that, he thrusted into me hard. His whole body was shuddering as he half collapsed on top of me. “Ohhhh fuckkk,” he grunted. I felt his cock pulsate in my hole. Moving up and down slightly. Then I felt warmness inside my hole. With each pulse, my hole felt warmer and slicker. I had milked this hot daddy for his man juices, and I felt so proud. Despite all the inner turmoil, I loved the feeling of being bred. The danger and risk. The weight as the top presses down from pleasure and exhaustion. I loved everything about it. After a few minutes, the top composed himself. He slowly slid out of my hole, and just gave me a smirk. “Thank you, sir,” I offered. “You’re welcome, slut,” he returned. He pushed me over to make room for him on the dirty mattress. I rested in his arms for some mandatory post-coital cuddling. He said that was hot and asked how old I was. “23,” I said. “Fuck, such a slut at such a young age.” “Hahah, yeah I watch a lot of porn and read some pretty angular erotica,” I said. “Angular erotica...hah!” After a few minutes, I got restless. I was still rolling hard from the E and now that I have fully abandoned safety, I was intent on getting more dick. I got up and wrapped my towel around my waist. I thank him again, and made my way for the door. I paused and turned to face him one last time. “Are you actually poz?” I asked . “Maybe,” he said coldly. I just smiled and exited the room. My body still pulsating from the E. If only my professors and friends could see me right now; I thought to myself, the control freak that asks smartass questions in class is taking anonymous cum up his ass. With that thought, I made walked into the dimly lit, red-tinged hallway. The night had just begun.
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I was at the Brickhouse for a steak with my partner trying to have a nice date night. My partner points out that there is a cute guy eating alone that keeps looking at me. Oops, I wasn't supposed to look, but I did. He's a handsome Asian guy. Real clean cut and nice business casual with a white polo that contrasts with his darker skin. He looks my same age, and I think a little shorter and leaner. The guy is playing with his phone. My partner jumps on Grindr and there he is without his shirt. Smooth chest and dark nipples, oh and he is 24, 5-5, 115 and a versatile bottom. Well, this checks all kinds of boxes for my partner, especially where Jay says he is Neg and on PrEP. So, good, he barebacks. My partner gets shot down on Grindr for 1-on-1 or a 3way, but the guy wants to know if I am available. I wasn't going to do it because it was date night, but my partner insisted probably because he will get off just hearing about how the guy likes his sex. My partner tells him to come over to our booth, which he does as soon as he finishes his meal. His name is Jay and he is here on business consulting with the big plant in town. He is staying at the North Country, which is a 10 minute walk. Alright, cool, lets head there. My partner goes to the bar, and I give him a little kiss good-bye. Such a nice night for a walk with a new friend. Jay really likes to talk. The North Country is nothing special, but Jay has a King Suite that is okay. Jay says he has to use the bathroom, and is in there for a while. I can hear sounds like he is cleaning out. I guess that means I top. Jay comes out with just a white towel around his waist like he is at the bathhouse. Man, the white looks good on him. Meanwhile, I am sitting on the sofa with all my clothes on. Jay stands on the sofa and straddles above me, dropping the towel. Beautiful dick, and its uncut. Very trimmed pubic hair but no hair anywhere else besides some wisps on his balls and nice patches under his arms. I sucked Jay like that, feeling his super smooth ass and fingering his fuck hole. Even though its small, I manage to bury my face in Jay's pubes deep enough so that his dick hits the back of my throat and I have to open up just a bit to accommodate him. Did I mention its real nice? Jay turns around and grinds his ass into my face. Best dessert ever. Jay reaches down and undoes my jeans and pulls out my stiffy. Such amazing hands. Soft and gentle but a firm motion. So sure of himself. Jay stands up and then jumps right off the sofa. Its like the Olympics with the jumping that would have broken my leg if I tried. I stand up and look into the other room at the big King bed. Is Jay going to take me over there? Not yet. Jay undresses me. Shoes and socks first, shirt over my head, and jeans and undies the rest of the way off. Jay bends down and sucks me some, not too much though. Jay straightens up and stands beside me. He puts his arm around my waist and it feels so smooth on me. I like it. We walk to the King bed and Jay gets up on it on all fours. Woof, time for doggy. More ass eating first, though. How amazing is Jay's asshole to kiss and lick and tongue? I take my time to find out before Jay tells me the lube is in the night stand. Got it. I rub some on my dick and warm some up on my fingers. One finger goes inside Jay, which makes him jump. Then another. Then another. That's three so far. Better stop. I mount Jay like he is a bitch in heat. Maybe I shouldn't say that. But I did stick it right in non-stop and he did take it like he wanted to start a family with me. Like his thighs are so fucking smooth against my legs. His skin can't be for real because its too soft and perfect smooth. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That's what we do. Jay flips on his back and puts his legs way up in the air, pulling his ass cheeks apart with his little hands. Open for more business. I drop right onto and into Jay, with lots more force and impact than I expected. Jay can take it. Jay's been around. Now its a missionary fuck, but Jay has his legs wrapped around my body. Smooth and strong, and a tight squeeze. Oh fuck, Jay. You're gonna make me have to cum. Jay wants me to hold on, so he can cum first. Jay squirts a nice bead of lube on his cock. The precision of the application is remarkable. One clean, straight line with no spillage. Of course, his cock is Rock of Gibraltar hard. That's what happens when a smaller guy has five inches of cock and eight inches of sexual fury. The fires of passion heat and expand the equipment, and Jay's is glistening with the lube. Jay strokes himself while I fuck him slow. The motion is like when he jacked me on the sofa. Not straight up and down, but with some kind of twist and finesse. Technique. I make a note. The lesson is over fast because Jay shoots like a cannon. Straight up his torso, landing on his chin and sternum and belly. Holy fuck, Jay. That was nice. Do you want to cum in me? No, I want to fuck you all night. But okay. Fuck, fuck. Its feels too good but I know what I have to do. Jay is ready for me to unload, and that is my job. Sometimes I close my eyes and think about my partner. But I look right into Jay's dark eyes. He's so pretty. He wants it so bad. I feel my trigger being pulled and the projectile pumping up through the barrel of my own little cannon. You gotta wonder where it all comes from. Jay flashes the widest smile. He liked it! I'm happy about that. Sure, I understand, you have to go to work early. Plus, I have to go get my partner from the bar. I'll just wash up at the sink a bit. Hey, sorry you had to come to this little town but I hope you come back sometime. On the walk back to the Brickhouse I just think about Jay. Is he going to sleep, or is he back on Grindr? It doesn't matter. My partner is on Grindr when I find him at the bar. He has chat going. Its Sean. 25, 6-, 165 white guy. Handsome, as always. We've both done almost everything with him except for a 3way. Wants fucked. My partner prefers to fuck shorter guys, but Sean is a good time no matter what. Okay, see you at home. On the walk home I just think about Jay. Is he sleeping, or doing Grindr? Whatever. I'm waiting for my partner to get home and we can talk about what happened with Jay and Sean. Oh man, I want to tell my partner something else, too. But not tonight.
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Plans fell through last night so I decided to get a room at my favorite motel and post on CL for anonymous tops to stop by and use my holes. Thursdays normally aren't great but last night was a wonderful exception to the rule! Many of you already know that when I do this scene, I leave the door ajar and turn the lights off, waiting naked on all 4's on the bed. The motel room doors open to the parking lot, so tops can park immediately outside and then push open the door, which I leave ajar. Sometimes I have to wait for the first guy to walk in, but last night he was right on time, walking in at the moment I said I'd be ready. I was laying on the bed on my stomach and as he walked around in front of me, I saw that he was a well-built black guy. I took a few huffs off my brown bottle, and before I knew it his big black cock was growing in my mouth. Before long he was holding my head as he slid his long, thick cock down my throat, while I coughed and gagged and drooled and loved every second! He was a thick one to be my first, so I urged caution as he walked around to the other side of the bed to fuck my already-lubed hole. I was disappointed when I heard the telltale crinkle of a condom wrapper, but my disappointment quickly turned to anticipation when he asked, "You clean?" without putting it on. I replied in the affirmative, said I hoped he was too, and that was all it took. He pushed me forward on the bed, climbed on top of me and eased his cock - still slick with my saliva - into my hole. A few more huffs from the brown bottle and my ass rose to meet each of his thrusts as he pounded away. He wrapped an arm around my throat, half-Nelson style, and rode me hard until I heard his breathing begin to quicken. A few grunts, a few spasms of his hips to drive his load deep, and I had received my first cum of the evening. As he slid out, I spun around off the bed and onto my knees, taking his still-hard cock in my mouth to clean up the mess I had helped him make. The taste of my ass juices, his cum, and a hint of lube all hit my tongue at once, and I gobbled his cock down greedily to the root, making sure to lick every inch. He pulled on his clothes, grabbed his things, and with a thank you headed out the door. I lay back down on the bed but only for about 10 minutes when I heard a car door outside. I assumed the ass up position, and sure enough the door pushed open. In walked another black guy, and just like the first he dropped his pants and made a beeline for my mouth. As with the first guy, I licked and throated and savored this cock. It was a bit longer than the first, maybe 8.5", cut and a bit more slender with a slight curve to the left. It slid easily down my throat, his balls smelling and tasting a little muskier than the first guy. Flying in popper heaven, the deep throat saliva drooled down my chin and onto the bedsheets as I gave him one of the best oral treatments I've ever given. Once again, though, as he walked behind me I heard a condom wrapper, and this time the elastic "snap" as he unrolled it down his shaft. My hole was still slick with the combination of lube and cum from my first top, but still this second guy had to use extra lube to work his cock into my hole. That's why I hate condoms! I stood bent over the bed, and as he slid into my ass, this guy's longer cock hit my prostate just right. He slid in and out, the friction from the condom annoying me somewhat despite how good his thrusts felt. Then he spoke. "I'm going to take this condom off now," he said as he continued his motion, driving his cock deep in my ass. But he didn't stop, and he didn't say anything more. I was excited at the prospect of another raw cock, and finally got impatient enough that I moved in such a way that his cock slipped out of my ass. I deftly reached behind, grabbed his cock, and in one motion pulled the condom off and threw it on the floor. I grabbed his now bare cock again and guided it back into my eager fuckhole. He was only too happy to oblige. This guy was a fucking machine, pounding me raw for at least 10 minutes before he asked, "Where do you want me to cum?" In a moment of concern at the anonymity, for some reason I told him to pull out and cum on my hole, rather than in it. He complied, and as I came to my senses I pushed my ass back so his still-spurting cock slid back up my hole. After he came, I spun around and, as with the first guy, took his length into my mouth to give it a thorough cleaning. I noticed that he wasn't pulling away or rushing out the door, so I stood, turned around, and guided his cock into my hole once more. He gave a couple of thrusts before pushing me face-down on to the bed, where he mounted me and rammed another load deep into my guts. It felt amazing! My first two visitors were the highlight of my night, leaving me with three loads in and on my ass. After another 15 minutes or so, a tall white guy walked in, rammed his cock down my throat, and held my head in place until he pumped a load down my throat. He left just as quickly without saying a word. The last guy of the evening was a young black kid in his early 30s. Turned out that he wasn't a fan of deep throat (I know, right?!?!) and would only fuck with a condom (which neither of us had), so I sucked his cock and we made out a bit. He fingered my hole as I slobbered on his cock, and I was rewarded with a real big load, which he told me afterward had built up over 8 days. All in all a fruitful night! I'm hoping for as much luck (or more!) again next Thursday as I head to Boston for my first all-night ass-up fuck fest. Can't wait!
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I wanted to get the Excursion cleaned up because its a beautiful White/Beige truck with only 150,000 miles. The coin-op costs a fortune and I didn't feel like getting all wet trying to reach and spray everywhere. Not to mention, I wanted to reach and spray in another way. I barely have gas money, let alone cash for a hand wash. But my buddy Paul manages a place and he hooks me up when they are slow. I texted Paul and he said to drive over. The crew at the car wash all know what goes on, but they are cool and nobody says anything. My dick is already half hard when I unlock and climb in the truck. I fire it up, crank the AC and put on the music. Off goes the shirt. I love to drive bare chested. Unzip to relieve some pressure. Get it in gear and go. At the next stop sign, I pull my dick out through the fly so I can play with my foreskin. Feels good, and its good that its a short drive so that I don't spurt before I get there. At the last stop sign, I work my boner back into my shorts and zip. Painful. I pull the truck right into the bay and climb out, still shirtless because it is hot and there is no need for pretense. Paul brings one of the guys over and tells him what to do to the truck. Full wash, inside and out. Paul is like super good at this, so he points out everything little thing that needs done. Problem is that the shop is really cramped, and there is nowhere to fuck except they also rent U-Hauls. Paul tells the crew that he'll be back in 15 minutes, and to tell anybody that comes looking for a U-Haul that they have to wait for the manager to return. Meanwhile, the U-Haul is parked in the lot right next to Main Street. But its not like Main Street is Busy Street, and the truck has the enclosed back so there is plenty of privacy and room. We climb in and Paul pulls the door down except for the last couple of inches for some light and air. Nobody is coming by so its nothing to worry about. Its pretty dim light in the truck, but I already can tell you what Paul looks like. I think he's 25 or 26. He has this wavy blond hair with no style and amazing blue eyes hidden behind some dark frame glasses. He's a nerd, but he's a nice nerd that takes care of my truck. Paul is maybe an inch shorter and skinnier than me, so I have to say 5-10, 140. He could easily have at least a 4-pack if he tried, but he doesn't try. There's some blond hair around his nipples and a darker treasure trail. The dick is where we are almost identical twins. He is 6 uncut, but his is white meat and mine is dark mine. Paul says mine is thicker around, too. He mostly says that when I am sticking it up his ass raw. Paul is a great kiss, and I have him against the side of the truck making out. He's sticky and sweaty from work, and that feels kind of nice against my bare chest. I know time is short, so I keep it moving. On my knees undoing his belt, pulling down his shorts and tight whities. Paul looks amazing in a jock, but not today. He should wear one to work! I'm suck on Paul's cock and he is loving it. That's the thing about Paul. The nerd is a piggy nerd. He's face fucking me, only slowing down sometime so I can deep throat him. Meanwhile, I'm unzipped and stroking my dark meat. The little droplets of baby gravy that they call precum are keeping me lubed. Paul has his balls in my mouth while he is slapping my face with his white meat. This is not our first time in the U=Haul, so I know what happens when Paul starts to get aggressive. Paul licks and spits on his fingers and starts to get his ass ready for me to fuck. I try to get some of my precum on my finger and work it into Paul's ass, which Paul already has his own spitted finger up there. Paul turns around and pulls his cheeks apart. Even in the dim light I can see the little gap opening. Its all ridged and ripply and I gotta eat it. Its so soft and moist, and pliant. Kind of pungent from sweat and I don't know what, but the aroma turns me on. I give Paul's asshole a quick tongue bath while my Excursion is getting its own bath by the crew in the shop. I stand up and put my dick up against Paul's hole. I spit on it so there is more lube, and Paul pushes back until I am all in. That's it. We just stand there and fuck like that. But its so good. My hands are under the front of Paul's shirt all over his chest and abs. I keep searching for muscle but there is none, but I can't understand why there is no flab. He's just Wonder Boy lean with ribs that almost stick out, but he's not skinny either. So that makes it a paradox. Pliant and paradox, that's Paul. It's getting too hot in the truck, and time is almost up. We are both so sweaty and horny and needing to bust. Paul says yes, he does want some cum in his ass. Paul spit on his hand and starts jacking his cock. I do the same, jacking his cock along with him. Its so throbbing hard and hot. Paul lets go of his cock and uses both hands to grab behind me and pull me into him hard. He's squeezing my buns really hard so it hurts real good while he bucks his ass onto my cock harder. That does it for Paul. Paul is spurting like a fountain and I am trying to catch as much as I can in my hand. I put my hand up to Paul's face and he licks it clean. Such a nice nerd. That does it for me. My orgasm builds and builds like from my toes up to my groin, and my chest is heaving. I can't breath, and I feel like I'm cumming but nothing is coming out. Then it finally opens up and the Latin Lava flows. How much can there be? When it stops, I'm still a bit dizzy. Motherfucker, Nerd. Your ass is sweet. I pop out of Paul, and he turns around and kisses me. Its nice how his cum tastes while we kiss. Paul breaks it off sooner than I was ready, but he makes up for it by getting on his knees. The nice nerd isn't going to let me leave with a dirty dick, so he sucks me clean. Go for it, Paul. Get under that foreskin, too. I tell Paul that some of his got on the wall of the truck. So, Paul release me from his mouth and turns around and licks that up. Oh my God, Dude. You're fucking licking your cum off the side of this fucking U-Haul. But I just think that to myself because I don't want Paul to be ashamed or anything. Plus, yeah, its hot. Paul and I mesh that way, where we can be so conventional and conservative, or total dirty pigs. We both find our shorts and underwear. So, we are the same size and I think Paul should switch. I take the tighty whities and Paul gets a good pair of my best Clever Mens briefs. Now its time to finish getting dressed. Then Paul pulls the door up. Its so fucking bright out. And hot. And does this truck smell? Whatever. We climb out, and my Excursion is parked right next to the U-Haul. When did that happen? Because I didn't hear anything outside. My truck looks almost brand new again except for a few scrapes from trips to Chicago and Indy. Paul opens the driver's door for me, and I climb in. My shirt is nicely folded on the passenger seat. The crew really is very nice. I put the shirt on because now my back is all sweaty on the clean seats. Start up, AC, music, in gear (fuck, reverse Dude). Outta there. Thanks, Paul.
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Straight Air Force Guy Breeds Me Off Base
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I posted on Craigslist the other day that I wanted to suck, rim and bottom for straight dudes. I got hit on a lot, most of which turned out to be obvious gay guys posing as straight. Now, I have nothing against other gay guys, but I get a real thrill by servicing horny straight dudes. After all, that what what my advertisement said I was looking for. After wading through all the Craigslist Flakes, I decided on a guy that said he was in the Air Force and was living just off base at an apartment one block from the main gate at Nellis AF Base in North Las Vegas. His pics were really hot, so I was willing to drive totally across the valley to the AF Base to service this hot soldier. I got to his apt. right on time. He met me in the lobby and I took the elevator up to his floor. It was a spartan studio apartment, but was as clean and tidy as you'd expect a military guy's room. We began to undress and he asked me, "Do you want a quick suck and go? Or do you want to go for awhile? If you want to go for awhile, I've got a shot I can put in my dick that will keep me hard for an hour or two. I can easily cum two or three times if I use it. How much time you got?" "A shot in your dick?" I asked. I'd never heard of that. "Yeah. It's for ED. I don't have ED, but, I love to fuck and fuck for hours so I asked my doctor to give me a prescription. I get four shots a month. I don't want to waste it if you're a quick suck and go, but if you want to suck and fuck for an hour or so, I'll take the shot. It just takes a few minutes to work. Plus, sometimes when I'm fucking a guy, it feels good, but I can't always keep an erection for a long time with a guy. But, with this shot, I have no problem. My dick won't go down even after I cum. Should I take it?" he asked. He was a really good looking young man in his late 20's. Kind of on the short side, but muscular. Had a "rough around the edges" good looks to him. And his soft dick even looked impressive. So, I was game to go for awhile with him. "Sure. Go ahead. Let's fuck and play for awhile," I replied. He went into the bathroom and injected this stuff into his cock. He came out after a few minutes, his semi-hard cock leading the way. Taking a seat facing me, he began to stroke himself a bit. His cock continued to grow and lengthen. So I grabbed my poppers, took a deep hit, dropped to my knees and began to suck on his military cock. It continued to grow and swell in my mouth. Then he stood up and completely undressed, his naked body on full view - except for the white socks he was wearing. I leaned forward and resumed sucking his straight cock, fully engaged with his cock for the next five or six minutes. Then I asked "You wanna fuck me?" "In a minute", he said. "I want to cum in your mouth first. I'll fuck you for the second load," he replied as he again took his seat. I continued to suck his now rock hard cock, and at one point moved to to lick his asshole, but he stopped me saying he'd never had that done and wasn't sure he wanted that., be clearly loved the attention I was giving his cock and smooth, hairless balls. After about six minutes of sucking he shot his first load into my mouth. Kind of bitter tasting, and that taste could have been from the ED meds he had injected into his cock., but still I swallowed his load. Afterwards I took a seat to catch my breath. As I did so, he continued to stroke his still hard cock. "Show me that ass, fag. Show me where my dick is gonna go in your faggoty ass," he ordered. I stripped naked, and knelt on the edge of his small double bed. I'd brought some lube and lubed up my hole for him, then handed the lube up to him to use. As I looked back to hand him the lube, I could see him opening a condom package. "You can fuck me bare, if you want," I told him. "Nah. I use condoms on you fags. Not taking any chances. I'm sure you're a whore like most fags are," he grumbled. I hate condoms, but I wanted his cock in me, so I said nothing. Soon he had rammed up into me in one swift thrust. He grabbed me around the waist and was pumping into me with great force. He was a completely silent top, the only sound was the sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass as he pounded into me. And the occasional grunt that I would let out when he slammed into me extra hard. No wonder this guy was in such good shape and had such a rock hard, washboard stomach. He could really fuck. He didn't seem to tire as he continually rammed up into me. He was using a lot of force and was a brutal fucker. But, I was loving it. It felt great to have this straight soldier using my faggot ass for his pleasure. I kept sniffing my poppers as he assaulted my hole with his dick. After close to 15 minutes of fucking, he pulled out and exclaimed "Shit! The condom broke." He walked away and opened a drawer. "Shit!" he again said, adding "I thought I had more condoms. You got any?" he asked. "No. I didn't bring any," I replied. He shut the drawer and walked back behind me. "Fuck it!" I can't stop now. I got to shoot another load or two. You're clean, right?" he asked. "Yeah," was all I said. He immediately slammed his now raw cock back into me. Fuck! That was what I wanted. I definitely preferred the feel of a raw cock in my ass. I had come to hate the feel of a condom, whereas his raw cock felt awesome. So I was not unhappy when his rock hard cock again began an assault on my ass. This guy could really fuck. It required another 15 or 20 minutes of intense pounding before he finally let out a soft groan as his cock filled my ass with his load. My ass milked as much of his straight sperm into me as I could get. He pulled out and plopped back down onto his chair, sweating up a storm as his chest heaved with excitement. I loved the fuck. And also loved that he had blown his load into me, but still I was glad it was over. My inner thighs couldn't take much more of being in that position. We both sat there for a few moments breathing hard. Finally he got up, walked to the fridge and pulled out two small bottles of water. He handed me one and we both drank them down quickly. As he sat back down, across from me, I could see that his cock was still rock hard. After I caught my breath and had had some more sips of the cold water, I again dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. Sucking it and tasting his cum and my ass on his cock. I sucked him for about five minutes, then he stood up and began to stroke his cock fast and furiously. As I saw his face contort, I could tell he was close to cumming. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Even having cum twice before, he shot a huge load on me. Some went in my mouth. But more went in my eyes, in my hair and all over my goatee. I loved the feel of his hot cum spraying all over my face. I had a handkerchief in my pocket and pulled it out to wipe his cum from my eyes. My face felt sticky. And I loved it. I wiped what cum I could from my face and tasted it. Still bitter tasting, but still I loved tasting his straight sperm. I got up and dressed, thanked him for his loads and headed back home. This morning I woke up to a text from him, asking when I would again be free. He also said I could be his cum receptacle whenever I was up his way. I intend to accommodate his schedule as much as I'm able. -
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I am getting a bit more adventurous. I usually meet people in private places, or bathhouses. I sometimes run an ad on Craigslist as an anonymous cum dump. Last night, I got a call from a guy at about 3 am. He wanted to use me as a cum dump in a public place. We ended up fucking in a back alley downtown Kelowna, behind the food bank. Kind of a weird place to do it, but we figured it would not get much traffic at that time of night. My guy gets turned on having public/semi-public sex. I was a bit nervous about it, because I didn't want the cops to catch us, but otherwise was fine. Rick had an average sized cock, but a good sized load. I wish he had lasted a bit longer, but getting cum in my bum made it all worthwhile. Next time I try something like this, I will bring a blanket to lie on.
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I finally got to play out one of my fantasies yesterday afternoon. I've always wanted to pick up one of the illegal Latinos who hang out in front of the local nursery, Home Depot and Loews, looking to get hired to undertake work in one's yard or home. As I drove into my local nursery yesterday, the usual group of nearly a dozen Latinos hanging near the entrance to the parking lot. A cute, buff, dark-skinned Mexican guy in his early 20's caught my eye. Not only was he naturally dark skinned, it was obvious the hours he had spent out in the hot Las Vegas sun had given him a very dark tan. Apparently he realized I was checking him out, as he motioned to me and smiled as I drove past him en route to the parking lot. Still I drove past him, parked and went into the nursery where I selected a Mediterranean Fan Palm that I wanted to plant in my yard. It was in a large 10 gallon container. Two nursery workers lifted it into my SUV, but I realized once I arrived home I wouldn't be able to lift it out, let alone maneuver it to the location where I wanted to plant it. In addition, it occurred to me the record breaking heat here in the desert was so severe that I really wasn't looking forward to digging a hole and planting the bugger, so, just as I drove out of the parking lot, I stopped at the curb in front the guy who had flashed me a smile, and, rolling down my passenger side window I hollered "Hey! You looking for work?" He walked over to my car and stuck his head in my window asking "Si. What you need me to do?" "I need help planting this palm. Can you do that?" "Si." "Would you do it for $40?" "For $50 I will have my cousin, Eduardo help me. We will get it done quick for you. I'm Jessie. My cousin and I work good for you." He motioned for his cousin to come over to my car. Eduardo looked to be close to the same age, a little taller, perhaps 5'9", 150 pounds. He, like his cousin, was wearing a long sleeved shirt over a black wife beater tee-shirt, jeans and heavy boots. With a floppy flannel cowboy hat on to protect from the brutal Vegas sun. Eduardo didn't say anything, but flashed me a handsome smile as he peered into my car window. "Deal. Hop in," I said. Both guys jumped into my back seat and we took off for my home a few miles away. I was a bit nervous, having two strangers climb into my car. But, it was also exciting. I was entering the 'unknown'. We reached my home in about 15 minutes. I let them both out on my driveway, then I pulled all the way into my shaded garage and unlocked the back of my SUV. I jumped out and pulled open the back of the car and they both pulled the palm out of the car. "Where you want it?" Jessie asked. I walked over to the area I wanted the palm planted and pushed some of the landscape rock away to mark the spot. Jessie and Eduardo lifted the palm and brought it to where I wanted it planted. "I'll show you where my shovels and other garden tools are in my garage. Follow me." Leading the two guys into my garage, I pulled out two shovels, showed them where my potting soil and palm food was, explaining I wanted mixed with the dirt that they dug up when planting. I pulled the hose out for them and then told them I'd be in the house if they needed me. DAMN! The temp was 113 degrees. I felt bad for them out there in that heat. But I made a big jug of ice water. Took that and some cups out to them. By now, both had taken off their long sleeve shirts and were in their wife beater tee shirts. These cousins looked more like brothers. Similar in size, build and muscles. Eduardo was definitely the taller of the two, perhaps by two inches, but other than that, they could almost be twins. They even dressed alike. It took about 35 minutes for them to dig the hole and plant the tree. I'd looked out my front window a few times to check on their progress and to check out their hot bodies. Once they were done I could hear them putting the shovels and other planting tools back where I got them in my garage. Then Jessie knocked on my door from the garage. "We're done, Senor. You want to look?" he asked. I followed them back to the palm. They had done a great job and had put all the ground cover rock back around the tree. "Nice job, guys. Thanks. Would you like a beer?" I asked as I opened my door from the garage and invited them in. "Gracias, but we're really dirty, Senor. We shouldn't come in," Jessie replied. "Nonsense. Take off your boots. You'll be fine. Come in." I held the door open and both guys hesitantly came into my cool home. "Gracias, Senor. It feel nice and cool in here." I motioned for them to take a seat at my table as I pulled a couple of beers from the fridge. I handed them the cold beers and they downed them instantly. The heat had gotten to them. Who knows how many hours they had been standing out in front of the store before they came to work for me. Reaching back into the fridge I grabbed two more beers which I gave to Eduardo and Jessie. They gladly accepted the offer. Then I pulled out a bottle of Patron from my pantry and poured each of us a shot of Patron. "Oh, no, Senor. I have to work," Eduardo laughed. Up until now, Jessie had been the only one to talk. "Nonsense. Drink up," I replied as I downed the Patron. Both guys did the same and we downed the second beers a bit more slowly. "Thank you so much, guys. I appreciate your help. Good job. Would you both like to rinse off in my shower before I take you back? You'll feel so much better to get that dirt off you and cool down in a cool shower," I suggested. "Oh, no, Senor. We're good," Jessie protested. "No. Really. Take a quick rinse in the shower. You'll feel more like going back to work in that hot sun." I urged. Both guys looked at each other, puzzled at least at first, but then Eduardo looked up at me, smiled, saying "Gracias, Senor. I like that." I got up and told them to follow me to the master bedroom. I have a large master with a big king sized bed. And an overstuffed leather love seat and ottoman in front of the large screen TV at the opposite side of the room. I walked into the master bathroom and pulled out a couple of bath towels and washcloths from the cabinet. And put them on the edge of the tub, next to the shower. Then I came back into the bedroom and told them to go ahead and shower. Eduardo wasn't shy. He quickly stripped his clothes off. He was sporting a nice uncut dick of about six inches, sporting an ample foreskin which was draped over his cock head. Stepping into my shower he turned on the water as I took a seat on the loveseat, which gave me a direct view of the bathroom mirror in which I could see Eduardo soaping up his beautiful, brown, naked body. "Have a seat, Jessie," I said as I patted the cushion next to me on the loveseat. "I'm too dirty to sit on your couch," Jessie protested. "Well, take your clothes off, then. You're going to need to to shower, anyway," I suggested, flashing him a friendly smile. Jessie began to undress. He seemed very nervous and awkward, but he stripped to his boxers and came over to sit next to me on the sofa. His body was also nicely toned from all his hard labor. I flipped on the TV in front of us, immediately punching in the channel number for one of the straight softcore porn channel which I could get on cable tv. A beautiful, blonde, busty woman was on the screen sucking off a black guy. "Oh, shit!", I laughed. "Got the fuck channel on here. Want me to change the channel? Or do you want to watch?'' I asked him with a smile on my face. "It okay," Jessie replied, his eyes glued to the TV. Eduardo, meanwhile, finished showering and stepped out of the shower to towel off. Standing in the doorway to the bathroom he could clearly see the TV screen, and his eyes were also glued to the TV, even as he toweled himself dry. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him wrap the towel around his waist as he stepped back into the bedroom to retrieve his clothing. A very visible rise under his towel was very evident: he was getting a hard on. I turned and patted Jessie's thigh suggesting "Your turn for the shower," as I viewed the bulge which, like his cousin's, was quite evident. He stood and pulled his boxers down as a nearly full on erection bounced up in front of him. He quickly went into the bathroom and climbed into the shower. Eduardo took his towel off and continued to dry off with the towel. His cock now standing straight out in front of him. He blushed a bit as he saw me staring at his cock. I stood and walked over to Eduardo. He stopped toweling off and stood there naked and hard in front of me. I reached over and took his hard cock into my hand. He didn't move. Nor move to push me away. So, I dropped to my knees and began to suck on his foreskin. His cock tasted sweet and clean from the shower. I pushed him back so that he then sat on the edge of the bed and again began to suck on his cock. He was fully hard and my lips pushed his foreskin back from his cockhead. I sucked on his cock, taking it to the back of my throat. Then I lifted his legs and sucked his balls. He moaned. Then I licked down to his asshole and licked it. He moaned louder. Just then, I heard the shower turn off. Jessie stepped out of the shower and began to dry off. He could see back into the bedroom and saw his cousin, still naked, laying on his back, his legs to his chest, with my face buried in his cousin's ass. Jessie said something to his cousin in Spanish. His cousin answered back in Spanish. They conversed for a moment, then Jessie walked over to us. His cock also growing to full hardness. I motioned for Jessie to sit next to his cousin on the bed. I then took turns sucking on each man's cock and balls. Finally I stood up. "Eduardo. Get on my bed and kneel on it. I wanna eat your ass." Eduardo got onto the bed and knelt on it. His ass to my face. I knelt on the edge of the bed and put my face to Eduardo's ass and began to eat his hole. I then spit on my fingers and smeared my asshole with the spit. I did that several times. Then went back to eating Eduardo's brown, puckered hole. I felt Jessie feeling my ass and fingering my hole. Then I heard and felt him spit on my hole. Before putting his cock up to it and push in. He quickly plopped into my hole and began to fuck. I ate Eduardo for several minutes. Then he turned and laid back on the bed as I sucked his cock. Jessie fucked me hard and deep for about 10 minutes, before he groaned and slammed deep into me, filling my ass with his load. Like a well rehearsed team, as soon as Jessie pulled his cock from me, Eduardo climbed off the bed and rammed his cock into my hole, requiring only about five of pounding before he deposited a his load, my second of the day, into my hole. As soon as Eduardo came in me, he pulled out and quickly began to dress. Jessie was already dressed. When we were all presentable, we silently walked to the door leading to my garage where they pulled on their work boots as I locked-up the house. Then we all climbed into the car and I drove them back to the nursery where I had picked them up. As we got there, I pulled the cash from my pocket. We had agreed on $50 for both. But I handed each of them $50 saying "Gracias." "Gracias, Senor," Jessie said. "We be here if you need more work," Eduardo said, a smile on his face. "We work for you again." "Gladly", I replied, as I pulled away and they walked back to their group of buddies. I wonder if they would tell the other guys what had happened. I got my tree planted and my ass filled with two Latino loads. Quite a productive afternoon.
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On my Tour to be a Whore, I headed over to London last weekend. I wanted to go again to the Hard On party that I had attended in April. I've never been to anything like it… It's like Cumunion on steroids. Over 200 hot and horny man, ready to fuck or be fucked. I highly recommend it! The theme for this party was athletic gear. So I arrived and stripped down to my jockstrap checking everything else. Once in, I walked past the DJ, dance floor, and bar ... heading straight for the dark area and play spaces which is the only part that really interested me. As i got there a bit later, the slings were already full and the majority of the fuck benches. Two months ago I was still nervous about putting myself in a position to be used but now I don't think twice about it. I managed to squish onto a fuck bench occupied by three other bottoms hoping the black top going at it with the bottom next to me would see my ass up in the air and move onto me. Which he did! It felt so great to feel his cock enter me especially since I've been eyeing the way he was fucking the bottom next to me. True to the theme of the night he was the most athletic top I've ever experienced. After he started fucking me, he climbed on board that fuck bench turning and twisting my body to all different kinds of positions… So he could explore every single inch of my hole. What a great way to start the night! Immediately after he was done with me several other tops jumped on and my hole got that squishy loose feeling that I love. I always think that I want to keep track of how many tops use me and how many loads I get in... but I always lose track after a while especially if a trains been run on my ass. I'd say between 10 to 15 guys fucked me and I had 4-5 loads in me. I did have another marathon session with the black top. I had grabbed an open sling and we went at it there. He climbed right on top of that sling to get in me as deep as he could , swinging that sling back and forth to pull his seven inches completely out of my hole and shoving it right back in. By the end of the night I was so covered in sweat, cum and lube. While riding the tube back to my hotel, I noticed a trail of ass juices on my leg. What a slut! I wish I could come back every month when they have this event.
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Drove up alone to Chicago for the day for Pride Fest. Watching and listening to David Hernandez. God, I want to fuck him. I had my hand in my shorts part of the time, playing with the foreskin on my boner. Also flirting and rubbing up alongside a nice silver daddy next to me. He was shorter and lean, pretty much like 5-8 and 140. Perfectly groomed. Smart glasses. He was there with a large group of guys mostly his age. It started raining, and got bad fast. His group was breaking up, and I think he was going to leave. I really needed to fuck him bad, so I put my hand on the small of his back right above his ass and asked if he lived nearby because I didn't want to get drenched. He said to follow him, and we ran to a real tall condo building not far. We were pretty soaked when we got in the lobby, and the air was blasting. It was fucking cold and made me shiver. We weren't alone on the elevator, so we just rode up in silence. I followed to his condo, and the air was still blasting. His name is Jeff and I told him a hot shower would feel good. Jeff took me to the bathroom, and we each got undressed. The cold has us both shriveled, but Jeff had a nice body, real smooth. Darker pubes and pits than the silver hair on his head, kind of more ash gray. Real trimmed out. Jeff started up the shower and told me to come in. It was real nice and big with no tub. Like the showers at Steamworks. I got up against the back of Jeff under the warm water and kissed on his neck. I was so fucking hard again, and I reached down and starting jerking on Jeff. I think he was a little nervous, because he wasn't growing that much. That's okay. I turned him around and got on my knees. His scrotum was so soft and hairless, and he had pretty big balls. I pulled his legs apart and started fingering on his asshole. That got him growing, but maybe that was from me sucking his cock at the same time. Mine was full steam ahead. Jeff kept getting bigger and harder, and it felt like he had two inches and some thickness on me according to my deep throating measurements. Too bad he was cut, but he was putting out some nice precum. I looked up and saw Jeff kinda biting his lip like he didn't want to shoot. I got up and we kissed deep like lovers, and I was playing with his smooth ass and starting to shove some fingers in his hole. Jeff turned himself around and got in position, and handed me a bar of soap. He was finally showing some initiative. I don't think he was wanting me to wash his back, either. It was a big bar of soap. I don't even know where you get bars of soap that big. I ran the bar up and down inside the crack of his ass, and I started the corner of the bar poking at his hole. I worked Jeff real thorough with that bar of soap. I let the bar of soap drop to the floor, and I put my dick right on his soapy hole. I wrapped my arms around Jeff's body and kissed his neck some more while I pushed in. It was real smooth in there. Not super tight, but not bad. I almost shot, but I wanted to keep going. I fucked him standing up like that for a bit, then Jeff asked if he could ride it. More initiative, I guess. Like right here? Yeah, so I got on my back for him. The tile was cold considering how warm the water was, and it was hard. Okay, I was also hard. Jeff was hard, too. Sticking up almost vertical. Eight inches for sure, or maybe it looked that much from my angle. Jeff squatted down on my cock. He took me all in. Now I could really see that he was pretty muscular keeping his balance and working his position like an All-Star Catcher. I almost popped off watching Jeff like that, but I let him work it a while. It was looking like Jeff wanted to cum like that, because he was beating on his cock pretty determined. But I needed to be in charge. I told him hold on, and I got him maneuvered flat on the floor of the shower, face down. Maybe now Jeff could enjoy how cold and hard that floor is. I put my body on top of Jeff, and I pounded into his ass while the shower rained down on us. My cock was almost gonna explode. I told Jeff doggy, and we got in that position. Jeff reached between his legs with one hand and was jerking his meat while he steadied us with the other arm. He was talented with all that balancing. Shoot your load, Jeff. Really? Yeah, shoot it for me. So then Jeff was shivering or convulsing while he spilled his seed all over the shower floor. Jeff's ass was contracting and gripping on my dick, too. This time, I just let it happen when my balls began to tingle and the pulses starting running up through my shaft. It was like when the storm hit while David Hernandez was singing earlier. Buckets of cum instead of buckets of rain. Pretty sure it was one of my better loads, because I was kind of thinking about David Hernandez taking it instead of Jeff. But Jeff was cool, too. He ground himself into me like he wanted every last drop, which he got. We rinsed off. Jeff was so nice. He found me a dry t-shirt and underwear that would fit. He had to hunt around some, because I am taller - but we are both lean. Jeff wanted to go to dinner, but I had to drive back to Urbana. But we put our information in each other's phones, so I can get off with him another time.
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I went to the local bathhouse and rented a room. I was horny as hell and I needed more than just a one-on-one hookup. Once I got to my room, I stripped and lubed my ass to get ready. I practically had my whole hand in my ass, playing with myself and fantasizing about all the hard cocks I was going to take. My first stop was the glory-holes. I walked in closed the door behind me, got on my knees and waited. In no time, a hard cock appeared in the hole and I got down to business. I sucked hard, drooling all over it, and pushed my face up against the hole so he could fuck my throat until he squirted his load. I sucked three more cocks in a row, swallowing every drop of cum they had to give me. After that I left the gloryhole booth and went into the next room. It’s an orgy room with a big elevated cushioned area and a TV showing porn. I went and laid down on my back with my legs up and my ass just hanging over the edge and started fingering my asshole. An older man came over and replaced my fingers with his own. He licked his fingers and got me good and wet and then I pulled him close with my legs and let him put his cock in me. It felt so good going in. I guess he thought so too because he came inside me after only a couple of strokes. Not nearly enough of a fuck to satisfy me. I started walking around the place with his load still in me, looking for more. I found the sling room unoccupied and decided to try it out. I didn’t wait long before a man came in and started licking my freshly fucked hole. He got pretty excited when he tasted the cum that was already there and I begged him to fuck me and add his own to the mix. He happily obliged but shot his load on the outside after he’d fucked me for a few minutes. He pushed his spunk in with his cock but I wanted more deep breeding. I went back to my little room and wiped down a bit before opening the door wide and positioning myself face down ass up on the mattress. I didn’t have to wait too long before a stocky and very well-endowed man came in and closed the door behind him. He fingered my fuckhole and found I was all lubed up and ready. I told him I wanted him to fuck me hard and breed me. He climbed up on the bed and positioned his cock at my hole and I pushed back against it immediately, opening up for him, taking him deep. He didn’t need anymore help after that as he fucked me as hard as I’ve ever been fucked. I was a moaning, wild cumslut for him as he pounded my ass. My prostate was radiating hot flashes of pleasure every time he thrust into me, squeezing out thick gobs of precum or cum, I don’t even know at this point. And then his strokes got shorter and faster and he grunted as his cock burst inside me filling me with hot fresh seed. That was exactly what I needed.
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I am a sub masc asian bottom, handsome, 29 years old and 145 pounds and fit with a great ass and hole. The combination of my cocktail, as usual, had turned me into the biggest submissive cock slut bottom so I was looking to get bred. For the longest time most people were not very responsive, but this one Mexican top guy who was around my age and tall with a nice thick cock kept open the line of communication but was unfortunately really looking for a 3 person group (2 tops and 1 bottom). I had given up hope when he stated that he couldn't find anyone and that was it getting late and that he was heading to bed. 20 minutes shortly after that message, I got a text saying he'd found another top: a 30 y/o handsome beautiful Black man who was not only buff and well proportioned, but also had a beautiful big cock to go along with it. The two were interested in sharing me, taking turns tagging my hole, and in 15 minutes we all met up at the Mexican top's place. The moment we get through his door I strip out of my black tank top and drop my shorts (not wearing any underwear) to stand fully nude in front of our lovely Mexican host. I get on my knees like a good sub btm, unbuckle his pants and fish out a nice thick uncut cock. Immediately I envelope it with my mouth, alternating between going all the way down to the shaft and then making little licks along the side of the shaft and the base, all the while looking up. The Black guy rejoins us from the bathroom and he too, gets undressed and I shift my attention to the nice 8" cut piece of meat pointing straight at me. I am in heaven as i have a cock in each hand, making sure to give each one ample attention from my mouth. Looking up and seeing these two tops standing over me while I serviced their cocks was such a big turn on for me and for them, that soon we moved it to the next level. Mexican top got behind me and brought me back to a standing position before bending me forward so that he could go to town rimming my hole. His tongue was so intrusive; these weren't gentle licks but rather directed tongue thrusts with the intent of getting my hole nice and wet and open for what was to come next. While he was doing that, the Black top stood in front of me as I clung to his thighs to steady myself from the force of the rim job. He gently waved that wonderful black cock in front of my face as a signal that I should be servicing it appropriately with my mouth. This went on for some time before I could sense that I was about to do what I was there to do. I felt some cold lube being applied to my hole from behind, and I quickly reached for my poppers. As i began to take my first inhales, I could feel that firm Mexican cock head nudge against my hole, poised and ready to begin its first entry in my hole. With the poppers hitting, I let out a soft plea to "give it to me, fuck my Asian hole with your raw Mexican cock." He pushed in, slowly at first, but then without stopping he steadily sank his cock all the way to the hilt, burying it deep in my ass. I bucked forward from the pressure and sudden fullness, only to have the big black cock shoved into my throat. In the midst of my getting impaled on both ends, my eyes glanced at the closet mirrors that were reflecting our fuck, and I found myself turned on even more seeing a thick brown cock sliding in and out, disappearing in my hole from behind, and a big black cock doing the same in front as I swallowed as much of it as I could. This was heaven. The two tops tag teamed me for the better half the night, each taking turns to fuck me from behind doggy style; my face down and ass up and elevated; facing forward with my back arched as I hooked my legs underneath theirs for better leverage for me to back my ass towards their cocks. It wasn't long though, that I received my first load from the Black top with my laying on my back with my legs pulled back, and he pounding my ass. I love this position because it gives me the best view to see the tops cock disappear to the hilt inside my hole, and also I can look up and see his expression as he's feeling the breed build up. In a sudden exclamation he let me know he was cumming in me, and I immediately hook my legs around him, pulling him and his cock deep in me and ask him to not pull out just yet. He obliges and does some slow thrusting to further plant his cum deep in my hole before pulling out. Immediately, the Mexican top, who had been watching and enjoying the show, told me to get on all fours and proceeded to do some hard piston fucking. By this time my hole was fairly sloppy with the Black top's cum serving as extra lube, but even then I couldn't help letting a few moans of pain and pleasure escape with each forceful thrust. He liked to change positions frequently. He next positioned me onto my back with one leg down and one leg up, resting on his shoulder as he drove his raw cock in me without break. From there he shifted me onto my side, a position that allowed me to gaze in amazement and wonder at how easily his thick Mexican cock was now rapidly sliding in and out of my hole with little resistance. He finally shot his load and fucked his cum deep inside me in that position with a bit of extra roughplay when he looked straight into my eyes with his hands around my neck as he pounded his load deep. Definitely the best 3 some I have ever had: good chemistry all around, beautiful men with beautiful cocks, and 2 loads deposited in my hole to let me know that they own it. Below are the pics from the encounter where both tops demonstrate how much they enjoy shoving their raw cocks deep to the hilt.
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Who is everyones favorite bareback pornstar? Mine is Cutler X. His huge BBC always makes my cunt twitch and yearn for his uncut soul pole..... DISCUSS........
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Hey guys! Please consider that this is my first erotic story ever and that English is not my native language. Have fun! Meeting my hero Part 1 I had just become matriculated at the university, when I was browsing the diverse student groups there were. One of them especially sparked my interest: A queer student group. They planned different types of events at the semester start – even before the lectures. One of them was a superhero themed meet and greet which had the purpose to convince guys to visit who had not come out yet. Actually a very nice idea, which got my attention, as I was only outed with my friends and sexually quite inexperienced, a virgin indeed. So I searched for a sexy Spider-Man costume. He's my favourite. And thinking ahead I thought that I should be mostly naked underneath, but not totally – in case of … boner. So I bought my very first jock strap. An embarrassing shopping tour. When the evening came, I was surprised how chill I was since everything was anonymous. I could just go any time without being stigmatized as a party hater forever and so on. I felt a certain freedom here. The student group had rented a local club. It was dark with flashing lights and loud. As I went inside I was greeted by an Iron Man and another Spider-Man. Oh shiiiit. The Spider-Man told me that I shouldn't be shocked. Spider-Man was apparently the costume of choice here for many. This sucked for me, but whatever. After a while of partying, as I went to get a new drink, I could feel someone putting a hand on my shoulder, saying “Hey, we should totally further the plot, Spidey.” As I turned I could see a Deadpool standing in front of me. He was slightly taller than me and the only Deadpool at this party. I, giggling: “Hey, nice hit on!” Deadpool: “Yeah, I kinda want to stay in character here. So, wanna be my Spidey?” I: “Well, uh, how come you chose me?” Deadpool: “I figured you're the hottest Spidey here, and the hottest guy as far as I can see.” He leaned to the side to take a look at my ass. “Awesome ass. The jockstrap's a bonus, honey.” I: “Oh shit, you can see that?” Deadpool: “Oh, I can see that.” His hand which so far was holding a drink in front of his crotch moved to the side. “Whereas I'm naked.” He visibly smiled through his mask as my eyes widened and I gulped. I could see the outline of a very nice cock. “So in a Deadpool-Spidey situation, you'd really be the Spidey, right?” As he said this he elegantly raised his glass and spread a finger when saying “Deadpool” and inserted it into a hole created by his index finger and thumb of his free right hand for “Spidey”. Then he added: “Ok, let me just break character a minute. I'm not usually like this, ok? But I kinda feel like being cheeky today, as a Deadpool.” I: “Yes”, I grinned. He didn't wait long to grab my arm and pull me aside to the wall. After some chatter without much meaning, as we were both done with our drinks, I licked my lips as I so often do after drinking. However, in this context I knew that I could get his attention with it. He quickly grabbed my empty glass, put it aside, put one hand at my hip, the other at the back of my head and started kissing me with passion. He was the best kisser I'd ever had, really know how to use his tongue annd I did my best to reciprocate. “Oh, I can't take it any more. Let's go, Spidey!”, he said and again impressed me with his strength by simply pulling me somewehere else. Oh, I like strong guys.
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Hey guys... This is going to be a seven chapter series. I've got it partly written and fully outlined... Hope you all enjoy ;-) Chapter I. My boy and I had been going through a rough patch. We’d both been busy at work, not spending enough time with each other, and both cheating behind the other’s back. We had an ‘open relationship,’ so we were allowed to fool around, but I think we’d been neglected each other for easy ass and dick. My boy would come home later than usual, and not be in the mood. When we’d snuggle up in bed, I’d shudder to realize his hole was loose and sloppy, dripping someone else’s cum. Sometimes he’d let me breed him a second time, but more often than not, he’d roll onto his back and just pass out. We knew we might be headed nowhere fast, and decided to take the summer off to reconnect. We figured we’d both go off PrEP too, since we’d be alone in the countryside and not easy access to refills. We rented a cottage upstate that needed some fixing up. It belonged to an older gay guy in our building. He’d been having some health issues lately, and wouldn’t manage the trip this summer. The rent was cheap provided that we’d take care of the grounds, do some minor electrical repairs, and a bit of painting. We thought it would be good to have a project to keep us busy, together, and away from the gay bars with thirsty guys. We got six weeks off of work, rented a car, and drove away, subletting our apartment in the city, for the income, and so we couldn’t chicken out of the hard work and countryside life. Maybe three days into the first week, some of our new neighbors started to get nosey about the new guys, and one by one came by to introduce themselves. They were all older, mid-50s at the youngest, and all painfully straight. Except Will, who lived a few lots down the road. Will was easily 60, but suave in a way that led me to think he must be gay. Older guys aren’t really my thing, and they are certainly not my boy’s thing. He much prefers slim hung twinks. Will as decidedly not slim and not a twink, but it looked like he might be well-hung from what appeared to be a tree trunk down his shorts. Will whistled as he walked up our driveway. He must have been close to six foot tall, and he had a big beer belly, with ginger and salt hair peeking out around his shirt collar. He’d brought a six-pack, and introduced himself with a big grin. We kicked back, and made small talk on the back porch. It was fucking hot, and I downed two beers really quickly. We all did. We loosened up with the beer, and Will told us that he had been buddies with the owner of our cottage, enquiring after his declining health. He was happy to see some ‘young blood’ in the neighborhood, and even more glad that we were fixing the place up. He offered to loan us some tools to help take care of some brush in the back yard. I was pretty sure he attempted an innuendo about tools, and another about sharing. I laughed it off and we made a plan to stop by the next afternoon to pick them up. Friendly neighbor, right? I excused myself to the kitchen to get some new cold beers, and left Will with my boy to chat. I got the beers and went to the freezer in the basement to fill up a bucket with ice. When I came back upstairs, Will had let himself in and was taking a piss with the door open in the bathroom just off of the kitchen. I snickered and he looked over his shoulder, apologizing for not closing the door. He turned his whole body to me and shook the last few droplets of piss off of one the biggest, longest, thickest cocks I had ever seen. Jesus. This thing was easily ten inches long, even if totally soft, with a dark purple hood of foreskin over the head. I felt myself instinctively licking my lips. He joked it off, saying he usually would be polite and close the door, but he had to pee pretty badly and forgot to close it… I shrugged it off, as he shook his cock, ever so slightly stroking it. I closed my open mouth, he pulled up his shorts, and we went back outside with his meaty paw wrapped around my shoulder. We sat back down on the porch, but once I’d seen that massive meat, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. It was plain to see that log snaking down his left leg. My boy gave me a funny look then followed my eyes down to that meaty cock. I heard him gasp. Will noticed it too, and I swear, that big dick lurched in his shorts. We quickly downed another bunch of beers, and my boy went inside to get the next refill. He looked a bit flushed, as if he needed to cool off, so I offered to help, and brought the empty bottles in. As soon as we were in the kitchen, he whispered to me, "Damn! Did you see his big cock? Fuck! If I were into older guys, whoah…." I faked chastising him even as I suspected Will would wind up fucking one or both of us before the summer was out. To be continued…
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