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It was time once again to set my life on a new course. My partner of fifteen years had died. I'd owned the sailboat for 8 years. I'd loved the cottage home we'd renovated and gardens I'd developed but waking each day felt like the past. I needed to start a new future. My French fuck buddy had been after me for years to sail across the Atlantic. He was more than keen to join me for this adventure. Furthermore a younger straight friend was in the process of leaving his marriage and hoping to step into a new opportunity. We spent the next year getting our affairs in order. Finalizing the amicable divorce, selling my house, getting the boat ocean worthy, and studying everything we needed to know about sailing and navigation for a trans-Atlantic crossing. As we began our epic journey sailing Lake Ontario to the St. Lawrence Seaway on a beautiful spring morning I marveled a my sailing mates. Claude, my French fuck buddy was in his mid-fifties, a little paunchy, but quite fit, a rapid smile, gentle spirit, lovely nudist tan and very, very promiscuous. He'd taught me a great deal about cruising and helped me more fully embrace my cum dump tendencies. Joe, my straight friend, was a tall, big framed gentle giant of a man. I had never seen him flustered and he looked so comfortable and at home lazing at the tiller in his kaki shorts and loose button down shirt. The first week of our trip was great weather but a bit awkward as we adjusted to such different and unique people living together in such a confined space. The only sex that week was the night we were docked in Montreal. Claude and I had an all out fuck fest at a local bathhouse. It was such a relief for me to return to the boat with 7 loads in my ass and several swallowed in my guts. Claude had also sucked off a number of guys and fucked even more. He had saved his load to add to the soup mix of cum deep inside me just before we left to head back to get some sleep on the boat. The next morning Claude accompanied me to the marina washroom and fucked one last load into me before what we both expected to be a long dry spell at sea. We established our shifts to man the tiller 24 hours a day and when Joe was taking the overnight shift Claude and I would spoon naked in the v-birth. We were both horny as hell and would often awake with a hardon poking at our ass, but I held off all his sexual advances concerned about what Joe might think. He was bound in such a close space to hear us. One night with Joe at the tiller we were sailing through our first storm.The sound of the wind through the reafed mainsail and the crashing of waves as we sliced through them was quite intense in the v-birth. Before we fell asleep Claude's mouth sucked in my flaccid cock. I checked to be sure the hatch was closed and settled back with my hands behind my head. The warmth of his mouth after eight days of longing felt fantastic as my member swelled and hardened. Claude maneuvered himself around to present his solid 8 inch erection to my mouth and the rocking boat only added to our 69 face fuck. I loved the feeling of his cock plunging past my tonsils only to be pulled back before I choked. Clearly he did as well 'cause it wasn't long until his multi day load was blasting directly into my guts. I love to swallow and gulped for all I was worth. The shifting boat pulled his cock head out to my mouth and I delighted as more ropes sluced across my tongue. I had always loved the taste of his cum and this was no exception. The boat shifted again and he was still blasting deeper than my tonsils directly into my gut. He clearly had built up a huge load and I greedily didn't want to waste a drop. When he was fully spent he asked if I had cum yet. He'd been so taken up with the magnitude of his own orgasm that he'd abandoned my cock with his mouth. When I told him I hadn't he rolled me on my back, pushed my legs over my shoulders, and started to finger fuck my ass while stroking my ridged cock into my own face. By the time he was punch fucking my ass with three fingers I could feel my over full balls churning. I knocked his hand off my cock and took over to masterbate myself. Soon I could feel the cum blasting through my cock, out my cock head and spraying all over my face. I opened my mouth to shoot as much inside as the rocking boat would allow. When I was finished Claude helped me lie flat and enthusiastically helped me wipe the cum from my face and feed it into my hungry mouth. Fully spent we each had the best night sleep so far on our journey. I awoke the next morning to notice the storm had abated and that my morning wood was deep in Claude's throat. He expertly sucked me until I came in his mouth. He moved up to my head and snowballed my load back to me. He's never swallowed preferring to spit it out. With nowhere to spit and knowing full well my compulsion to never waste a drop he planted my load where I could savor it before I swallowed every salty sweet drop of precious nectar. To be continued
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** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** ************************************************************************************************************************* He was seated at the bar, drinking with a couple of guys. From his loud laughter, and the silly things he was blurting out, as well as his overall behavior, it was clear to me he was quite drunk. But on the other hand, he was quite sexy. He was, of course, young, no doubt just over 18. The guys recognized him being intoxicated and touched him inappropriately all the time. They grabbed his ass or rubbed his junk while passing him by. He never complained about it. He just grinned like a fool, feeling probably flattered to be the center of the attention. So I tried my luck and ordered a drink at the bar and while standing close to the drunk twink I let my hand slip into his low hip jeans on his backside and my middle finger moved downwards between his ass cheeks, just to find his hole. I pressed my finger against his hole and he relaxed it and let me pass his sphincter. What a slut, I thought to myself. I gave him a cheeky grin and then went back to the two fellows I was with that night. We were all biohazard stallions and we were, let’s put it this way, interested in the youthful guy. He blinked at me and then moved to the back area, where the darkroom was. My mates fist bumped me and cheered, while I got up from my chair I told them to be nearby, in case…. Getting into the backroom my eyes had to adjust to the dimmed light. I saw him wandering about, but I doubted he would actually be notice all the guys lurking about. The risk was too high, that another dick would grab him first and so I hurried up and greeted him with my low voice. He tried to focus me and then showed a foolish smile asking me, if I was the guy fingering outside. I laughed and nodded to that. “You know… I think I had a drink too much and all the jocks look the same to me. Just a big bulge…..” he claimed. “Oh that’s okay…. you are nothing more than a hole to me.” I replied and although my answer was quite reducing him he flashed another smile. “How about three big cocks?” I asked him referring to my two friends. “I guess it would be okay, but we have to play safe. Okay? My boyfriend is out of town and we are faithful to each other. FAITHFUL (in a loud voice). That’s why you can’t fuck me, but it is okay to fuck me now….” he babbled. Such a wasted guy… I signaled my friends to attend me and so they appeared out of the darkness and greeted the teen. “Hey guys – can I touch your bulges to see if you are well endowed?” he asked us. He massaged each of our bulges and seemed to be satisfied to feel 9+ inches of hard cock meat. We looked for a dark corner and there we turned him around, so that he faced the wall. I opened his jeans and lowered them. They fell to the ground and revealed a beautiful round ass. “Don’t forget the condom” he whispered. “Of course not, but let me first finger you. Get you ready for my fat dick.” I suggested and used a bit lube on my fingers and entered his hole with three fingers at once. I crouched behind him, to get a good angle to finger fuck him roughly. He was moaning and enjoyed it obviously. After a while I used only my index finger and my middle finger to actually scratch him from the inside, while pulling my fingers out. I repeated it over and over again and he complained about the growing pain. I told him that I had to prepare him for the hard fuck, but that I would soon been done. I had to rely on my handy work and so I got up and started lubing up my dick. “Sorry guys… but I can’t get hard. Too much alcohol I guess” he giggled. “Never mind, just let us charge your cunt up and we are gone anyway” I replied. “Give him some poppers” I told one of my friends. He handed the boy the brown bottle and told him to use it. “How?” he asked seriously. “I don’t do drugs” he added. “That’s not a drug baby, it is something to inhale to make you feel horny for cocks” I explained. You can keep the bottle afterwards, in case you want to enjoy some other gentlemen dicks in here. “The condom on your cock already?” he asked while he opened the bottle with a ‘plop’ and then sniffed at the bottle opening, while a pal pressed against his other nose opening. ‘Whoooosh’ “Oh my…. oh fuck…. what is this…..” he stuttered. My friends helped him stay on his feet. I parted his ass cheeks in the meanwhile and entered his soft asshole raw. “Oh fuck, this is it…. oh it feels so good. man…. fuck me hard…. fuck me hard into my pussy” he moaned. We made him inhale more of the poppers and every time he was almost freaking out and begging me to fuck deeper into his body. Of course I rammed my whole cock hard into him. This wasn’t supposed to be a romantic affair. This was hardcore POZ fucking. I fucked my dick hard into his hole, trying to inflict even more damage with every thrust I could muster. “You want to get your slut ass charged?” I whispered into his ears, while he experienced one rush after another. He nodded only “Tell me loud, that I can charge your cunt up” I advised him with my low and calm voice. “Fuck me hard into my ass…. (and then louder) Charge my slut ass up” he exclaimed. I grunted and held him by the shoulders, while I was speed-fucking him now. This put me over the edge and my toxic semen erupted inside his ass. My cock gushed five times and I kept on fucking him, to make sure my seed would infiltrate his body soon. After I pulled my cock out, I pretended I would get rid of the condom and stuffed my dick back into my jeans. My pal was next and I told him, while taking his place, to think about the condom. “Yes…. safety first please…. I don’t want to get sick by these…. sick…. bastards….” he repeated himself and took another good whiff. “I think there is enough lube left in there” my friend said with a smirking face. Without hesitance he entered the twink’s ass, who had one POZ load already inside his body…
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Most people can relate to tops being regarded as a power trip - but being a total bottom can be equally as empowering. Once your cunt is connected to your brain you find real power of being a bottom, slut, cumdump and the ensuing addiction to cock and seed that follows. When my ex told me that I would find empowerment through getting fucked as often as I can/need I did not believe him. But the subsequent journey has taught me that he was correct. The empowering comes from knowing that no matter for how long tops need bottoms to satisfy their needs and knowing that is important and mindset building. From having literally had thousands of tops breed me in the ensuing 23 years since we separated, I am grateful that I learned (or was more to the point, trained) just how important bottoms are. I have had tops that have been breeding me repeatedly at whim on and off for the last 10 years, and I always accommodate their needs. They text, I get ready. I went from thinking of myself as a small dicked pussy boy to acknowledging that my hole is my power and the needs that it has fulfilled from gangbangs, to accommodating cheating straight married men, to cheating partnered tops, to servicing tops in open relationships, to taking cock and seed of people without even speaking to them, to having regulars (which many use me as hole of last resort as they have had no luck on bbrts or Grindr) to anon sex, to teaching virgins to fuck, it is all part of one hell of a journey. Do other bottoms feel the same?
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The Texan and the Naked Otter
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—May, 2022 So after my so-so bookstore experience on a Saturday afternoon, I was back at my regular haunt on a Tuesday afternoon (really?). Different men plus a different place equaled a different experience entirely… The parking lot is full enough to be potentially interesting. The straight theatre has a smattering of men and a horrid point of view movie. I don’t even linger to get hard. I go around to the gay theatre. Only one man is there. The movie here, too, is quite lame: Twinks trying to act long scenes before the sex starts. But I sit down. I take out my dick. There is just enough action to get me hard. I look over at the other man. He is a thickly built bear in a loud tee, shorts and sandals. He catches my eye and says hello with a moderately thick southwestern twang. He tells me he is from Texas and just passing through. He asks if there are other places like this in the area. I fill him in with what I know. As we talk, he takes a drink of soda and then carefully applies Chapstick. We move on to other things: early crushes, losing our virginities and college life. He was a closet gay for a long time. “But out and proud now.” I tell him of meeting my partner so early in my coming out—and how it truly turned me from a boy, though 20, to a man. And not just from the sex. We are having one of those conversations where it is easier to talk to stranger than a friend. But it can’t last. Finally: “I sure would like to suck that monster you’re stroking.” My dick’s gone half soft with all the talk, but I stand up and let him get me hard again. The guy is good. I like his variety of suction and tongue action. I hold my cock and let Tex lick my balls. He loves the scent of them and says so. Soon it’s back to the cock. It’s all good, but not enough to make me shoot. I finally sit back down. The Chapstick comes out. The door opens. A regular walks in. I have sucked this man any number of times—and he has done me. Logically, he takes the offered mouth of the new guy in town. Tex makes short work of him. I am glad to see he swallows. The regular leaves—having paid the admission for 5 minutes of sex. Tex pulls out the Chapstick. We chat more. And the twink movie freezes up on the screen. “I’ll take care of it,” says Tex and ambles out to the front desk to get them to change the film. He’s gone for a bit. Likely a piss with all the soda he’s been drinking. The new movie starts, just as he comes back in. “I asked her to put on something I picked out.” It’s Filthy Fucking Orgy from SkynMen. PIC And he’s right. It’s hot as fuck. He still doesn’t stroke—just sort of gropes himself. The door opens. A 30-ish otter. Hair coming out of every opening on his white A-shirt. His shorts are already plumped. He sits to the side and slightly in front of us. The Otter kicks off his sandals. And in moments a big, thick dick emerges from the shorts. He must hate the feel of the zipper on the base of his shaft, for he quickly stands up and shorts drop to the floor around his ankles. He kicks them into a pile on top of his sandals. There is a white jock, framing a hairy, hard bubble butt. He sits for a moment—and finally strips off the A-shirt. He’s naked, hard, hung and hairy…and jerking hard to the hot movie. And to us. He has looked back in our direction three times already. He spreads his legs in the classic “I’m available to be sucked” move. I look at Tex. He indicates he can’t do the floor—I should go for it. I stand up, my cock jutting straight out. I kneel and look at the Otter. He grins and spreads his legs wider. I suck his thick dick—having to be really mindful of my teeth he is so thick. He grunts out his satisfaction. Tex has come over to stand behind the Otter’s chair, run his hands over the hairy chest and tweak his nipples. I think I have an easy load. Minutes from now, the way he’s pre-cumming. I finally have to come up for air. The Otter reaches down and hefts my cock. “You need to fuck me with this.” There is actually a beat of silence before I answer—did I hear him correctly? “Fuck yes.” Instantly we move. The Otter bends over the back of a chair. I go to my knees to rim his hot ass. The hair is sopping wet before I even begin drilling into his pucker. His butt hole tells the tale…he is fucked quite often if I am any judge of gape. His pucker now flowers open with my tongue eating him out. Tex uses the seat next to us to lower himself to the floor. He is not going to miss a chance to suck that beautiful dick. He squirms around and begins to suck. I take this as my cue to fuck, and stand up. “You want this raw cock in you…?” I let the sentence dangle, giving him the choice. “Fuck, yes. Breed me.” My lubed dick begins the slide to home. He is a clamper. He squeezes down on me in a rapid, practiced way as I work my way in. He groans as my hairy pubes meet his hairy hole. I grind them together before I start the fuck. In and out. Making myself go slowly. Tex suddenly squeals around the dick in his mouth. I want to kill him if he’s gotten the Otter off before I can start—but no, it’s Tex that has shot giving head. He squirms around and watches the fuck from below. I am fucking full speed now. Finally, Tex sits up, some ass jizz splattered on his happy face. “I’ll let you guys fuck in peace,” he says as he stuffs some paper towel into his undershorts. The door bangs—and I pick up the pace even more. “You got a big load for me, Daddy?” “Oh, yeah. A nice three day load.” I fuck faster. Harder. My hips slap that hairy ass with a wet sound that turns both of us on. “Give it to me. Don’t make me beg…” I slap his ass hard. He shudders and suddenly I’m there. “Here it comes, man…” The Otter groans. I groan and shoot round after round into his wet hole. I hold in place for a long time. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t want to break the connection any more than I do. Finally, I pull out. I go to my knees and clean up any cum that has escaped. The Otter moans. “So…hot…” I stand. He spins around and kisses me, hungering for the taste of his sloppy hole… * He asks for my phone number—and I have a text waiting for me when I get to the car… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Texan and the Naked Otter (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 11, 2022. -
When was the first time you were letting your top cum twice and when he was done, escaped to go get a third load?
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Will be in Melbourne for a few days from 25 Feb onwards, then continuing my travels through Australia until the end of March. I'm a bottom from Berlin, willing to take hot Aussie loads. Hit me up, if you want to breed.
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Continuation of my bedroom pozbang story. This is fiction. After the wild night of having poz loads pumped into me, I was sleeping, sandwiched between my two black daddy bear lovers. I had a big butt plug in to keep all of the poz loads in and prevent them from leaking out. I was lightly awoken from my slumber when Robert whispered in my ear, "your surprise is here... they are here for your final neg loads." The doorbell rang and Robert and Bill got up and answered it. I looked at the clock. 9 am. My head was still spinning from all the cum and hands-free orgasms from the poz gangbang the previous night. Bill walked back into the master bedroom and pulled out a red cock ring. He stretched the silicone ring around the base of my cock. I could feel my cock beginning to swell and harden immediately. Bill also gave me some viagra as well and I was soon rock hard. Bill motioned for me stand with my legs spread wide in a power stance and display my hard cock for the guests to see. Bill also put a blindfold over my eyes to ensure the surprise. Bill left the room to bring Robert and the guests to the master bedroom as I stood there with my 7" cut cock jutting out like a flagpole. Robert and Bill returned with the guests and the two black men walked over to me and took off the blindfold. "Enjoy your final neg loads," Robert said to me as he and Bill walked out of the bedroom, leaving me with the guests. I was staring at four naked and stunning women. The first was a short, muscular Asian woman, who had to be in mid-thirties. Beautiful golden, tanned skin. Long, flowing black hair. Visible washboard abs, veins popping out on her biceps and triceps. Thick bodybuilder thighs, a large and engorged clit, a trimmed bush, and big fake tits, probably at least D-cups. Next to her was a tall white woman, built like a milf. Beautiful, tanned skin, a nice landing strip, legs that went on for days, large, all-natural c-cup tits. On her right was a big and beautiful, light brown skinned Indian woman. She was a curvaceous bbw with a thick ass and thighs with matching brood mother hips. Her breasts sagged, but were all natural and massive, at least F-cups. The final woman was a thick and curvy black woman. Big tits, big ass, thick thighs, the complete package. Each woman had biohazard and scorpion tattoos in various spots on their bodies. "So I heard from Bill and Robert you have some final neg loads to unload. Well, all four of us are poz and we want your last neg loads," the white woman said to me. "It's also each of our times of the month and we are all super fertile and even more horny. Make us pregnant," the black woman responded. "Yes, impregnate us in more ways than one. Give us your babies," the Indian woman said. The Asian female bodybuilder didn't say anything. She picked me up and threw me on the bed. My sore and plugged ass bounced as the Asian woman jumped on my cock. I watched and moaned as she effortlessly guided my cock into her soaking and hairy snatch. At first, she started grinding rhythmically, but then she started grinding me hard and passionate. It was as if she was trying to fuck me through the bed. The white milf climbed up and guided her trimmed pussy onto my awaiting mouth, while the other two women found fingers on both of my hands. I was drowning in the milf's cum as I lapped at her clit and her pussy. I could feel the other two women's pussies leaking on my hands. I could feel that the Asian bodybuilder grinding and riding me had cum twice in ten minutes. Her engorged clit looked like a small micropenis. I was getting close. The Asian woman moaned loud as I filled her hairy cunt with my neg load. I counted at least twenty spurts of cum inside her. "Me next," the milf responded as she laid on her back. I stood up, my cock still rock hard from the Viagra and cock ring. I laid on top of her in missionary and started thrusting inside her trimmed, wet snatch. As I was fucking the white milf, I could feel a sudden emptiness in my ass. The bodybuilder ripped the large plug from my ass. Suddenly, my ass was no longer empty. The bodybuilder plunged a 12" black strapless dildo into my ass and started fucking me like I was just some slut off the street. The sensation on my battered prostate caused me to explode inside the milf. It was a huge load, as I must have kept cumming for what seemed like a minute. The Asian bodybuilder didn't stop fucking my ass, even as the black bbw laid down in front of my cock and guided me in. By "guided" it was more or less shoved in, as the force from being fucked from behind pushed me into her cunt. We both cried out in pleasure as this mini fuck train was going at full steam. I got my thrusts into a rhythm and synced the timing of the bodybuilder's thrusts into me. As I fucked the black bbw, she wrapped her thick legs around me, which in turn caused me to go further into her cunt. "That's right, fuck my cunt. Suck on my tits, bitch!" she ordered me. I obeyed, sucking on her left tit. Twenty minutes into this session, the black bbw came three times and I blew my load twice. She wanted one final load from me, and she got it. The bodybuilder took off the strapless dildo, turned on the vibrator in it, and shoved it deep into my abused ass. I pumped a third and final load deep into the black bbw's greedy cunt. I was moaning like whore as we shared a make out session. My cock, still hard, slipped out of her cum filled cunt. I was tired and panting. Sweat and cum stained my body. The first three women left, leaving the Indian woman behind. I was expecting her to me rough, but she wasn't. She gently removed the dildo from my ass and gingerly inserted the butt plug back into my sore ass. "Let your Indian auntie make you feel amazing, babe." she told me as we made out. Our tongues danced with each other and in and out of each other's mouths. As we embraced in a hug, she slowly grinded against my cock. She laid down prone on the bed and I guided myself down towards her bottom, my cock finally resting at the entrance of her hairy pussy. She slowly backed up her thick ass and enveloped my cock in her dripping cunt. We made love. It wasn't brutal sex like the other three women, she made love to my cock and myself. It was rhythmic and passionate. Both of us came twice as we built up for a third one. I gently rolled her onto her back and fucked her passionately, making out and sucking her tits. As her hairy pussy clamped down in orgasm on my cock, I had one final explosive orgasm. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her. We held that embrace for what seemed like an eternity as Bill and Robert walked back into the room. The woman kissed me on last time and wrote down her number for me. A week later, I had the most flu/sickness of my life. I went to my doctor and got tested. I was officially poz. Four weeks after that, all four of the women texted me pictures of their growing baby bumps.
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As a present to myself I recently set up a three hour session at my home. This guy is furry all over, well-muscled, and has a huge pierced cock. We started with me swallowing his piss, which then led to me trying to suck his cock. I've sucked hundreds of cocks, but his was the thickest ever. Not the longest, although it is long, but definitely the thickest. I could only get half way down it. Then he got in the rim chair as I propped my head up with a pillow to really get my face in his ass. I've never gotten my tongue so far up someone's ass. I usually get tired from eating ass, but not this time. Then he stood up and said it was time to fuck me. He was very patient. I suppose if I'd ever been fisted it would have been easier for him, but he eventually got balls deep inside me. He fucked me for a while, then decided we should take a break. We adjourned to my bedroom for more of my inadequate cocksucking, and I got to give him a massage. Literally fur all over his body. He had me lick out his ripe pits, then I ate his ass some more until he decided we needed to fuck again. This time he got inside me with a little more ease and eventually came up inside me. He then got back in the rim chair and I jerked off as I ate his beautiful shit hole again. It doesn't sound like all that would take three hours, but there was plenty of miscellaneous play thrown in, and some of the things that I can describe in a single sentence took half an hour. This was five days ago, and for a while I wondered if my asshole would ever stop gaping. It's back to normal now, my new normal. I don't think I'll have to worry about men saying that my asshole is too tight anymore. I'm intending to get together with him again (and again!).
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I decided to host a pump’n’dump this morning. After having a friend visit for a week, keeping me from being filled, I was dying for as much cock as possible in my guts. Posted an ad on Sniffies (with my address made public so guys could come through without having to even message) and Doublelist and got ready. First top to come through was in his 30s, fit, with a decent 7” cock that was thick as fuck. He hit me up on Sniffies, said he was 5 minutes away, and I told him to come over. I waited on my belly, my back arched with my ass up and lubed. After 5 minutes, I heard the door open and buried my head in my blanket so as to not even see him. I heard him come into my room and remove his clothes. Then felt him as he climbed onto the bed behind me and used his knees to spread my legs further apart. The head of his cock pressed against my hole, making me moan. And then, with one hand putting pressure on my spine to keep me in place, he rammed it inside me in one thrust until his balls were against my taint. I wasn’t ready for that and yelped, but he held me in place and began to fuck me with no mercy. It hurt, but also felt so amazing having him take his pleasure with no care for my comfort. He continued like this for about 5 minutes before slamming in as deep as he could go to cum. I felt his cock throbbing and the warmth of his cum filling me. After what felt like minutes of unloading, he finally pulled out, dressed and left without saying a word. I hadn’t gotten any other messages, but just a few minutes later heard the door open again. Guess someone took advantage of the address being public. Resumed the same position: ass up, back arched, belly on bed and legs spread, head in my blanket so as to not even see. I heard him walk in, climb over me and slam his cock home again without a word. He felt far smaller than the previous guy, but I let him do his thing and after a few minutes he moaned that he was cumming and unloaded in my guts. Didn’t feel his cum. He dressed and left, and a fwb had messaged me. He’s not super hung, but knows how to fuck. Claims to be undetectable but loves poz and other dirty talk. I told him to come over. He arrived 20 minutes later and had me get on all 4s before slamming into me. At first he was mostly quiet, occasionally commenting on how he could feel the other men’s cum in me. As he picked up his pace, he got more verbal, saying every nasty thing on the books until he slammed as deep as he could go and I felt his cock twitch as he unloaded in me. He then pulled out, slapped my ass, and left. So here I am now, 3 anon loads up my guts, and hoping to hit double digits today. Will post with updates if anyone else shows up.
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I am 33 and had never taking any cock bare before... before tonight that is. Every man that had fucked my hairy versatile ass, used condoms. They all blew they loads either inside the rubber or on me somewhere. Even the transwomen and crossdressers who fucked me wore condoms. That sets us up for tonight's main event, me taking cock bareback for the first time and getting bred. I had been getting fucked since college, mostly by older bears, silver daddies, and fat/chubby daddies who loved my slim body and bouncy ass. This is where the two main actors of tonight's show enter, Robert and Bill. I had met Robert and Bill while visiting my local bathhouses. Robert and Bill were a married couple who loved cruising the local bathhouses for young, slim bi men like me. Robert was definitely the bigger of the two, in all aspects. The 61-year-old was 6'4" and 300 pounds of big black hairy bear. He had a true big black cock: thicker than beer can and almost as long as a ruler at full mast. It took my tight white hole almost a full year to be fully able to take his cock. Bill on the other hand was smaller. The 70-year-old was 5'11" and 250 pounds. His big black cock was smaller, but still huge. 9.5" when fully erect, though not really all that thick. I could take his cocker easier than I could Robert's. They had tag teamed my ass one afternoon at the bathhouse in their room and they gave me their numbers. It was instant chemistry. From there, we met up once a month. That turned into every other week, which in turn, turned into every week. Soon we were fucking twice, three times or more a week. After a year of fucking using condoms, we decided that tonight was the night to go raw. Robert and Bill, both versatile tops, fucked bare in their relationship, but stayed safe with me. The three of us arranged a time for me to arrive at their house. Before arriving at their house, I cleaned myself out thoroughly and liberally lubed my hole inside and out. I arrived at the house of Robert and Bill around 9 pm and parked in the driveway. Robert greeted me the same way he always greeted me as reached the front door: a sloppy kiss where he would jab his tongue in my mouth and swirl it around mine and sliding a free hand down the back of pants and tracing his finger around my hole. His semi-hard BBC twitched and bounced as he moved. He always loved seeing and feeling how tight my hole was, even after fucking it. I loved seeing this 61-year-old man get horny just feeling me up. Robert was already naked, so I wasted no time stripping naked and joining him. Robert led me to his and Bill's bedroom and directed me to lay on my back. Robert explained that Bill was finishing up in the shower and that he was going to shower before joining in on the fun. My 7" cock was rock hard watching Robert's massive BBC swing and sway as he walked into the master bathroom. I laid down on my back on the bed and watched Bill and Robert trade places. Bill's BBC was full hard. He walked over to me and laid on top of me, his full weight pressing me down as we made out. As we were making out, I spread my legs wide as he rubbed his body against mine. I could feel his hard, throbbing cock aching to be inside me. The two of us said nothing as we started kissing. My moved my wide splayed legs to lock around Bill's torso as we continued to make out. There was no need for me to suck on Bill for that matter, as his monster cock was at ful mast and seemingly bobbing up and down. Bill whispered into my ear, before getting up, "I hope you're ready for the fucking of your life... because there is no going back to using condoms after tonight." Like the greedy and hungry slut I was, I propped myself up on all fours. Bill had grabbed a bottle of lube and began to pour its slippery contents over my ass, down my ass crack, and fingered the lube into my hole. My tight hole started to gape slightly as his large fingers worked the lube inside my hole. My entire ass now glistened with a slick sheen. One finger became two, then three, then four. I could feel the burn of his fingers sliding past my sphincter, but that burn turned to pleasure as Bill slid them all the way into my hole and slid all the way out of me. He repeated it until my hole was slightly gaping and puckering, then gave it one last good thrust in and out. I was ready. At this point, Bill added more oil on my ass and hole. Then it was time. I could feel his thick and bulbous head poking, prodding, and pushing against my hole. I could feel the pressure and pleasure as his thick cockhead pushed its way inside me. With a wet “shlick!” popping sound, his cockhead was inside my hole. I could feel even more lube being poured into my hole and on his cock. The instant burning sensation of pain gave way to pleasure as he slid all the way to the hilt. He held it there for a second or two and then started fucking me slow. The wet slapping and my moaning were echoing throughout the room as Robert who had finished showering was cheering me on. The rhythmic pace changed. I could feel his balls slapping against me as he fucked me with reckless abandon. He pounded me senseless as he poured more lube on his cock and my hole. My cock was leaking precum as it twirled and flopped around as I was being fucked. My moans had turned whorish, and my eyes had turned back inside my head. I was in heaven as this black bear pounded my hole. Robert walked out of the bathroom and watched his partner pound me, stroking his monster cock. Bill and I were dripping with sweat as he flipped me on my back and rammed his cock back into me. Five minutes, turned to ten, then ten turned into thirty as Bill kept changing up his pace, almost teasing me and denying me the load I wanted. Robert was also fully erect and laid down next to me, stroking his cock, watching his husband pound me. He encouraged me, as his husband kept pound my hole into submission. At this point Bill and I were sweating, as he flipped me onto my back. He laid on top of me and kept the same pounding pace. The slapping almost echoing throughout the room. A few more minutes and Bill's pace became harder and even faster, more erratic. I could feel his throbbing cock tense up. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Bill cried out. "Breed him, Robert," Robert ordered. I moaned like a whore in heat, "Breed me, daddy! Impregnate me with your black babies!" Bill gave one final thrust and buried his cock to the hilt inside me. Bill was orgasming hard. His big black cock was pumping rope after rope, jet after jet, of white hot cum inside me. We laid together as Bill's softening cock left my cum filled hole. My hole was gaping wide. Robert bent down and lubed me up even more. His massive black cock entered me to the hilt with ease. Robert wasted no time fucking me and churning Bill's cum inside me. Robert pounded me for what seemed like an hour. I had cum multiple times hands free. my chest was covered in my own cum. Robert just kept going, fucking me like a slut. I was pretty sure I was mind broken at this point having came multiple times and having had multiple orgasm after multiple orgasm. Finally, after an hour, Robert's massive cock stiffened as he bottomed out in me. "Take my babies! I'm going to make you pregnant!" he roared in my ear. "Take his load!" Bill responded. All I could do was give a whorish moan as Robert's cock released torrent after torrent of white hot cum inside me. After Robert pulled out, the three of us laid together, sharing a sloppy make out session. I could feel both of their loads dribbling out of my now wide open hole. I was cream filled for the first time. As we were making out, I saw Bill was rock hard again. Round two was about to begin.
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Sometimes, when I'm being fucked (bareback of course) in the sauna darkroom or backed onto a glory hole, I'll beg the guy to load me up/fill me with cum, etc. At other times I'll wonder if I should just stay quiet (apart from the occasional moan), because I know not everyone is into verbal. If you're topping, what do you prefer? If you're bottom, what do you tend to do?
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Chicago—April, 2022 After three other entries, here is the cummy finale of this great party... My only slightly weary tongue finds Combat Boots’ tight, hairy pucker. He sighs as I dig in, calling me a “good fuckin’ whore.” Almost instantly he has someone sucking his cock. I can feel them astride my chest and hear them slurping away. “Why don’t you sit on it,” growls Combat Boots. I feel the man get up and I hold my cock straight up for him to mount. But it is Combat Boots’ dick that gets sat on. I can feel the extra weight on the rimseat. I can also hear the yelp from the bottom as he takes all of the cock. I dig in—licking and spitting into the hairy ass cleft above me. In moments—Combat Boots shudders and has a very vocal orgasm—shooting into whoever is on his dick. I hold still as first the bottom and then Combat Boots stand up. I can see that it is the same younger Asian man who had ridden me earlier. Combat Boots is holding on to him by the shoulders. “Here’s a treat for you,” he tells me. “Eat my load out of him.” He helps the young man sit. There is jizz leaking all over his crack. I lick him clean and dig in. I can hear Combat Boots getting his cock cleaned at the same time. I get one big puddle of cum on my tongue and swallow it hungrily. The guy is squirming above me. The moment Combat Boots let go of his shoulders he bolts. CB laughs and helps me up. My legs feel oddly unsteady. “Kiss me, fucker.” He pulls me into a strong kiss, beard grinding against beard. He finds some cum in my mouth and seems pleased. We break. He swats my ass with “Out of here. Happy hunting!” and is gone. I go downstairs. I need to eat. I have three chocolate chip cookies to get some energy back—and it works. Zane is at the bar. I tell him what just happened. “You need your ass licked,” he says, giving me his best evil smile. He grabs my hand and takes me to the sling on the third floor. It’s actually empty—everyone seems to be congregated around the bed up here. I get in the sling. Zane kneels and does everything to me that I have been doing to others. Except he keeps standing up to lean over and kiss me so I can taste my ass on his tongue. Hour Four When Zane has licked his fill, we change over. I lick his hole for a moment and fuck it some more. We seem to block out the sex noise happening at the other end of the room and just concentrate on each other. A man stops by. “I need to get out of here. Can I drop a load?” I step to the side. The guy enters and efficiently fucks Zane. In no time he has given us a load to play in. I eat a little. I snowball some of it. I fuck in the rest. I watch Zane’s face. He gets out of the sling. “What’s up?” “I think I have had the dick my ass can take.” “Really?” “I’d love your load, but my hole is telling me to stop.” He kisses me. “I bet you can find someone who’d like it.” I kiss him once more and let him go back to bar service and seeing the guests out the door. I go downstairs. Men are getting dressed and leaving. I continue on down to the basement. It’s a fucking breeding frenzy here. All the bottoms who live for loads are on the bed, ass up. Or the two slings. And there are plenty of guys needing to get off and go home. I find the nearest vacant ass: a bear in his 30’s. He has load dripping from him. I lick it up—pushing some back into his hole. I fuck—expecting to cum. But the very thought of shooting makes the feeling recede. I fuck him harder, but I can’t nut. Next to me is the blond in the leather—where I started four hours ago. He is a little drunk—and pleading for loads. When a man stops fucking him, I switch over to his ass. Again, I fuck, fully expecting to shoot. But no. I move to a hairy man with a neon harness in the sling. He is great at squeezing my dick as I plow him. But I can’t shoot. So I stop trying and just fuck. I fuck the cum out of Neon Harness who splatters himself all over his abs. I lick in up and drool it on my dick. I move to the bed, again. I fuck any man who wants me. Two are my age, the rest significantly younger. And then I find the one. He’s on his back. A remarkably hairy otter. A man pulls out of him, breathless and spent. I move in and churn the loads in the Otter’s ass until they froth. I stop and eat some of that jizz cocktail out of him. He does poppers as I felch. “Are you going to give me yours, too?” he moans. I stand up and shrug. I don’t want to jinx it, but I think I could. I slide into the slippery, cummy ass. And yes. I’m there. I blast my load into him, before collapsing into his arms… The original posting is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour Finale--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 8, 2022
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Whoring Out Perry (Conclusion)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Lansing—March, 2022 This picks up right after the play on the padded fuck table in Part One. The three of us go off to find our next play area. We check the sling in the gay area, but it is just too chilly to be comfortable. (There is an outer door here to a patio where smokers go to light up.) We opt for the sling in a dark corner off the straight video area. There is a four foot high gate to the area. I decide to leave it open, so others can join us. Perry strips down and jumps in the sling. I get his feet into the stirrups. The Cub begins working Perry’s nipples as I kneel and eat his well fucked hole. It is wet and ready for more cock. I stand up and give it to him. The sling is just the right height. I am positioned perfectly to slide into his ass. Perry groans as I bottom out deep in his guts. I fuck fast and deep as the Cub twists Perry’s nips. Then, to change it up, I stand still and use my arms to push the sling off my cock and to then let the sling swing back into place on my dick. It creates a terrific long dicking moment as just the tip of my dick is left in him as I push the chains away. Release—and the man and the sling impale themselves on me. Once I start this, I can’t stop. I notice out of the corner of my eye we have a voyeur. Cruz is leaning on the wall and watching us intently. I motion for him to join us, but he stays where he is—his eyes never leaving us. I go back to a regular thrust now. The sound of my hips slapping Perry’s ass fills the room. I stop and motion for the Cub to clean my dick. He does. Eagerly. I step to the side and let him tongue Perry’s dripping hole… * We are back in the first room. Perry is totally stripped and on the fuck bench. I am eating his ass. A man gets up from the chair and feeds Perry his cock. That is my cue to stand up and fuck him. I love to see both dicks inside him—fucking his willing holes at either end. Cruz comes by—with a hot Daddy. They go around the corner out of sight to play. I offer Perry’s ass to the man in his mouth. He nods, but stays right where he is, enjoying Perry’s throat. When the guy finally leaves, I bring my cock to Perry’s mouth. At that moment, Cruz emerges from the side room. He stops, drops to his knees and sticks his tongue deep into Perry’s ravaged ass. After a few moments, I walk around to Cruz. He knows what I want. He sucks me for a few moments—and then spit it on Perry’s hole. He pushes it as deep into the willing ass as his tongue can go. He does it again. “Fuck him.” He stays, right on his knees—intently watching me fuck Perry hard and fast. And, when I pull out, he cleans my cock with a low whimper of enjoyment… * I have moved us yet again to the slurp ramp area. There are two men loitering behind it, both Black and with their dicks out. I have Perry suck me in the shadows—so that both men can see us. There is a bench, like a church pew, there. I get Perry to lean into it and I fuck, beckoning the nearest man to join us. He stays put and just strokes faster. Cruz appears. Perry pulls off my cock, saying “Fuck him. I want to see you fuck him again.” I look at Cruz. He nods and steps out of his pants. He goes to his knees and sucks me, reveling in the taste of Perry’s ass on my cock. So young and so piggy—the thought makes my cock leak. Cruz swabs it up with his tongue and swallows hungrily. Perry has sat on the bench along with the Cub. I position Cruz so he can suck their cocks as I dive into his furry butt with my tongue. The closest of the two strokers takes a step towards us. I wave him over again—but he ignores me and just fists his own cock. I rear up, spit in my palm and use it to reactivate the lube on my cock. I push in. Cruz pauses for a second in his sucking. His hole relaxes. He sighs and goes back to sucking—my cue to start a slow fuck. I build it slowly. Soon I am pounding into his ass, pushing his whole body onto Perry’s cock. I rail into the hairy ass again and again. It can’t last. The floor is hard and cold. We decide to go to the sling again. We grab our clothes and head there. I get Perry into it again. Cruz goes off in search of other dick. I kneel and rim Perry. The lips of his ass are wonderfully puffy now from all the abuse they’ve taken this afternoon. My cock responds as I suck on them. Finally, I stand up. “It’s time to breed.” “Yes, please…” I smack my wet cock on his freshly rimmed hole. “You want my cum in your ass?” I know it’s rhetorical—I’m voicing it for the guys watching us, leaning on the gate. “Breed me. Fill me up…” I turn to the Cub, who is busy on Perry’s nips. “After all this play it’s gonna be a big load for you to felch.” I push in and begin the final fuck. Every nerve ending in my dick is on fire—willing me to empty my balls. It won’t be long now. I take a hit of poppers—seemingly my new trigger to unload. I shoot a short blast of cum out of my dick. But there is little feeling as I do it. Which means, I have learned, that I can shoot again. I pull out, jerk myself as I kneel and felch my own load. I swallow, loving the taste of my fresh jizz. And it is hot enough to make me want to shoot again. I just make it into Perry before I unload—this time with every nerve ending on high. I fire again and again, vocalizing each discharge. I hold onto the chains for support. I marinate for a moment…and pull out. I make the Cub felch Perry’s hole first. My dick has a moment to lose the super sensitivity, so then he can get all the jizz coating my cock, too… * There is a coda. After we’re dressed, Perry disappears. He comes back, sporting a dirty grin. “I just asked Cruz for his number. I’ll text it to you…” And that is an entry for another day! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Whoring Out Perry (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 30, 2022 -
I felt groggy as I woke up. My mouth was thick with the tell tale feeling of having a large quantity of cotton wool stuffed in it that betrayed just how much I had drank the night before. I stretched, gingerly, not wanting to move too quickly for fear of discovering a headache to go with my cottonmouth. My head, however, felt clear as I rolled onto my side and very slowly swung my legs off the side of my bed. I sat there for a moment before I realized that I was completely naked, not all altogether alien experience, but rather another sign of how intoxicated I had been; I often strip off to go to bed when drunk. As I sat up I suddenly became aware of how much I had to piss and quickly padded across the cold wooden floor of my studio apartment to the bathroom. Letting a powerful jet of piss out into the open toilet bowl I felt my ass clench slightly and became aware that my hole felt a tender and rather slick. Finishing up my piss I ran a finger up my crack, feeling my puffy wet hole. I looked at my finger, shiny with whatever was wetting my ass, for a long moment before turning around and bending over to look at my hole in the mirror. Winking back from between my spread ass cheeks was my hole, puffy, and pink, not quite closed, and shiny with what I thought might be lube but I suspected was something else. I ran my finger along my crack again, this time dipping into my tender hole, when I brought it round I was confronted with evidence of what I had already suspected to be true. It was not lube leaking from my clearly well fucked hole but cum. My heart thudded in my chest. I had no recollection of getting home last night, let alone of getting fucked. Jesus, I thought nervously, what have I done? Not only had I had sex but clearly unprotected sex and I had let the guy cum in me, what had I been thinking? I walked back to my bed and grabbed my phone from where it had been charging on the nightstand hoping to find some evidence of what I had done. There were several texts from the two friends I had gone out with starting around just after midnight asking where I had disappeared to; the most recent being just a few minutes ago, must have been what had woken me up. I sent back a quick response saying that I was home, and apologized for giving them a fright. The next message on my phone was from a contact I didn’t remember having, one simply named “SIR”. The message was short and succinct: Check out the link and then let me know when you’re ready for more. I clicked the link and it took me to a private video server. Sitting down on my bed I pressed play and watched as the video began. It faded in on a guy’s ass, his beefy hairy cheek hammering back and forth as he clearly pounded someone. The camera moved under the guy, between his legs to show a fat raw cock pounding into an unknown ass. The bottom was moaning in pleasure with each thrust, something about the bottom’s voice seemed familiar even through the tiny phone speakers. I stopped the video and grabbed my laptop from under the bed. Hurriedly transpiercing the url to my browser I pulled up the video again. There was definitely something that I recognized in the bottom’s groans. My cock was starting to get hard watching this fat cock pound this boy’s hole, his ass lips clinging to the hard shaft each time the top pulled out. Eventually the camera moved again, pulling back between the top’s legs and then panning up his broad muscular back to look over his shoulder. My jaw dropped, there laying flay out, legs in the air, eyes closed in ecstasy, being fucked by a raw cock, was me. I took in my pale skin, dark hair, strong chest, tight stomach, pink nipples. I saw my chest heave with racked breath as the top mercilessly plowed my hole. Though my head was reeling and my heart pounding my cock was growing still harder as I watched myself get fucked. I had no memory of this, yet there was no denying it was me there getting fucked bareback. I felt like I should be sickened by what I was seeing but I found myself becoming more and more turned on as I watched. The top fucking me seemed to be getting close as he started fucking me even harder. He grunted as he hammered his cock into my clearly willing ass. The camera panned down to show him slamming into me balls deep with every thrust. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” a gravely voice that I can only assume belonged to the top said, “I’m gonna breed your sweet fucking cunt boy.” “Yes,” said my voice, the unmistakable glee sending a shiver up my spine, “breed my hole!” The man growled and pressed his cock as far as he could into my hole, clearly shooting his load deep into me. Watching myself get bred I couldn’t help but reach between my legs and feel my still wet hole… Slowly the man pulled out from my now cum filled hole. I looked at the time bar, the video wasn’t even a quarter of the way over. The camera zoomed in as the head of the man’s cock popped out of my hole, a small glob of cum bubbling out after it. For a moment my hole was left gaping and empty, then a new voice, not the top who had just fucked me called, “Who’s next?” Another cock, the body it belonged to cut out of the frame stepped up and slid effortlessly into my hole, The camera shifted again showing my body stretched out on the bed, my mouth now occupied by the cock that just been inside my ass. I watched in aroused horror, my cock throbbing, as time and time again my ass was seeded by random cocks. The video never showed their faces though, it showed plenty of mine, making sure to zoon in on my face whenever I begged a top for his load. I noticed that my eyes, though wide and alert looked a little blood shot and slightly unfocused. The video was almost an hour long and featured fourteen different tops, all of whom fucked and bred my ass. No wonder my hole was tender. The last shot of the video was a slow zoom in on my wrecked hole after the last top had shot his load deep inside of me. I stared in amazement at my loose and gaping hole. That sort of thing had never turned me on before but seeing my on hole wrecked like that, dripping with cum, was different, it made me feel hungry. I wanted my hole to look like that more, I wanted to have my ass plowed and dripping with cum. The video faded to black, and then a message appeared on the screen, “You know you want more bitch,” followed by the phone number now listed in my contacts as SIR. For a long moment I sat, one hand holding my phone, and the other with three fingers lodged in my cummy hole. I wasn’t entirely sure when during the film I had thrust three fingers inside of myself and started riding them desperately but even now that the movie was over I was reluctant to remove them. Rocking back on my fingers again, feeling them push against my ass ring I knew what I had to do. I unlocked my phone, opened SIR’s text and sent him a message: I’m ready now. The response was almost instantaneous as if SIR had been waiting with his phone in his hand. That was fast boy. You ready to take more cock? Yes, I responded. Right now? Yes, I hesitated before adding the next part but then hurriedly hit send, I need it. Good boy. Come and get it. He texted me an address just a few blocks away in the northern part of Hell’s Kitchen, and added, Don’t bother showering or putting on underwear. You have ten minutes to get here. My heart was pounding, a little voice in the back of my head told me I was crazy, but I wasn’t thinking with my head. I grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and a pair of gym shorts, slipped into some shoes and, leaving everything but my keys and phone behind rushed out of the door. I practically ran the nine blocks to his apartment, making it there in just over six minutes. I texted saying I was there and the door buzzed. Once inside I received an apartment number with the instruction to hurry. He lived on the fifth floor of an old walk up, and having taken the stairs two at a time the whole way up I was more then a little winded when I knocked on his door. It quickly opened and a tall olive skinned man in an old yellowing jockstrap with a thick leather harness strapped to his chest opened the door. I gapped at this specimen on manliness in front of me. At five eleven I like to think of myself as tall but this man towered above me making him probably six five. Between the thick straps of his harness bulged powerful fur covered chest muscles that led to hard defined abs. His arms were thick, covered with coarse hair, and knotted all over with veins. The basket of his jock bulged with what could only be thick meaty cock and oversized cum laden balls, the whole mass of which thrust out boldly from his tree trunk like legs. He did not smile at me, his handsome face told of only one thing: lust. “I knew you were gonna be a good one last night when you were begging for loads before the first cock even breached your cunt,” he had a rough, deep, rumbling voice that seemed to echo from somewhere deep inside his cavernous ribcage. “Get that sweet cunt inside, and strip off, I’ve waited long enough for my chance at that hole.” That struck me as odd, was he not one of the men who had fucked me last night? I thought that even the cameraman had cum inside of me. I didn’t care though I stepped inside and before the door was even closed had kicked off my shoes, pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped my shorts to the ground. “Fuck you’re a hot little cum slut,” he said leading me into the living room where he sat down on the couch, legs spread wide. “Well, get between my legs and start wetting my cock boy. All the lube I’m gonna give you to get this monster up your cunt is spit and whatever cum is left in you from my friends last night.” Caution and logic were long gone, I was now completely in the grips of my own lust, and now I a safe sex enthusiast, fell to my knees desperate to get another bare cock up my ass. Pulling his musty jock aside I revealed a thick, flaccid cock resting on a pair of truly massive balls. I took his soft cock in my mouth, rolling his nuts around in my had as I rid so, marveling at their size. It didn’t take long for his cock to start hardening I my mouth, and I was quickly overwhelmed my the sheer length and girth of the thing. His broad flat mushroom head ballooned in my mouth, swelling till it stretched my cheeks. I did my best to slobber all over his shaft and head, trying to get it as wet as possible for my hole. Though I was enjoying guzzling down his gorgeous member, SIR had other plans and soon as he felt his cock was slicked with enough spit he knocked me back and stood up. He instructed me to get on all fours on the couch, resting my chest on the back of it. I clambered up and assumed the position he had instructed and waited with eager anticipation. SIR took his time coming up behind me, rubbing his blunt cock head up and down my ass crack a few times, before zeroing in on my still tender and slightly gaped pucker. I had expected him to push in roughly but instead he began a slow thrusting that alternately pressed against my sphincter and gave it time to relax. Very, very slowly my hole opened till suddenly his broad flay head pushed inside of me and stayed there. “Fuck that’s a nice hole. I may just have to keep it after I ruin it.” My brain had completely shut down, over loaded with the massive waves of pleasure that were crashing over my body and SIR began to delve deeper into my hole. It took a long time for him to finally fuck his whole cock into me, but when he finally bottomed out and I could feel his massive balls against mine I felt nothing but joy. “Tell me what you want boy,” he growled in my ear. “I want you to fuck me, SIR.” “What else?” “I want you to cum in me, to breed me!” “Good boy, that’s probably the first time you’ve ever said that sober isn’t it?” “Yes, SIR.” “I’m gonna knock you up and set you free boy.” I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant but I pressed my hips back against him as if trying to will more of his cock into my hole. He chuckled at that and began to slowly fuck me, pulling his cock almost entirely from my hole before sliding it back in to the hilt. I moaned like a whore, desperate for a real pounding. SIR knew what I needed though, and quickly began to pick up the pace and intensity of his thrusts until soon he was hammering away at my ass without mercy. I was practically screaming as his cock wrecked my hole, bruising my sphincter a little with each thrust. He hammered away like that for longer then I thought possible, till both of us were drenched in sweat and I lay pressed into the back of the couch limp. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of my hole with a soft pop. “Get you your back, I wanna look in your eyes while I breed you.” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my legs spreading them wide showing SIR my now wide-open hole. Without hesitation he sunk back into me and resumed his breakneck pace. The sweat pored from his body, dripping onto me, I didn’t care thought, I could feel his pace starting to change and heard the shift in his breathing. SIR was getting close. He kept up his voracious pace for as long as he could before he suddenly growled deep in his chest like a bear and locked eyes with me as he slammed into my hole several times very roughly. He didn’t have to tell me he had cum, I knew, I could feel the warmth spreading in my ass. He flopped forward, his cock still lodged inside of me, his hairy sweaty chest now pressed to mine. “Fuck,” he said at length, “I knew your cunt would be worth it. I’m totally keeping you as my new cum dump.” He smiled at me, “See I told you last night, take all those loads and you’d be ready for mine.” “You did?” I said panting. “Oh that’s right you won’t remember sense we slipped you those drugs.” His smile became a wicked smirk. “But I told you last night, you take my buddies NEG loads up your cunt and by tonight, well you came around faster than I anticipated, you’d be begging for my POZ cock up your loose cunt.” Holy shit! I thought, I hadn’t even asked him or thought about… Jesus. I had just taken what had to be a massive POZ load in my ass. It only took me a millisecond longer to realize I didn’t care. I had just been fucked like I never had before. Clearly I had loved last night as well. If taking POZ loads meant that I was going to get fucked like this more then that was fine by me. “How do you feel now that you’ve had it boy?” He asked. I answered in the only way I could, honestly, “I want… I need more.”
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Hey pigs. Another one-off short story. Hope you like it. Lemme know in the comments. xxx ___ Breeding Ben’s Buggy Bunghole I was out of town for a conference and horny, so I went to the hotel bar. I knew I should have kept my dick in my pants. A guy I was seeing had told me that morning that he’s tested positive for something and that I should get checked out. I figured I’d take care of whatever pills or shot in the ass I’d need when I got home. At the bar, I saw this very sexy guy sitting alone with an empty stool next to him. I asked if it was free and he invited me to sit down, introducing himself as Ben and flirting with me. As the place was full and that was the only seat, I was glad to have a place to perch, especially next to a sexy guy who was clearly into me. Ben told me that he was married, to a man, and that he and his husband, Peter, had been together for a few years before Peter realized that Ben was never going to settle down. He’d always assumed that Ben wanted a monogamous heteronormative relationship. Ben told me that he enjoyed hooking up with new guys and taking their loads home to Peter to eat out of his hole. Ben could tell that his nasty talk was making me hard and he reached for my crotch. My hardening cock rewarding his grasp with a steady stream of precum that leaked through my trousers faster than I’d have liked. He told me that his husband really liked it when he had risky sex, so whatever my status was he didn’t want to know. I asked him if he was a bug chaser and he winked, asking me, ‘Why? You have any bugs?’ I was about to tell him about my hookup’s news, but Ben pressed his finger to my lips saying, ‘Shhhhh…’ I asked if he wanted to go back to my room, and Ben eagerly agreed. The guy sitting next to us clearly overheard the whole conversation and raised his eyebrows, giving me a thumbs up. I could tell that overhearing out conversation had gotten him hard as well as he adjusted his bulge. Ben and I made out in the elevator and tore each other’s clothes off as we tumbled into my hotel room. He shucked off my pants and yanked my briefs down before swallowing my cock to the root. He was clearly horny to get fucked. I told him that I’d be happy to rubber up if he wanted me to and he told me he’d rather take me raw. He didn’t ask my status and I didn’t volunteer. As he toyed with my cock I whispered, ‘hope you don’t catch anything you can’t get rid of.’ He gobbled my dick down as he looked up at me with hungry eyes. After Ben had sucked me to full dripping hardness, he swiveled around on his hands and knees and arched his back like a real pro piggy bottom. He leaned down with his face on the bedspread and used his hands to pry apart his alabaster ass cheeks. Ben’s butt was nearly hairless except for a little peach fuzz right around his hole. I lapped at his ass and managed two slip two fingers easily into him. When I pulled them out, I saw that they were slick with what I was pretty sure was nother guy’s load. Ben clenched his muscles down on my fingers and begged for more. I got all four fingers and my thumb inside lubed up and wet with my oozing precum. Ben asked if I minded taking some pics with his phone and I obliged with my other hand. I snapped away as I pulled my hand back so just my fingertips were inside his creamy hole and lined up my raw dick. I slipped inside with just precum and spit as lube. Ben was so wet inside I really didn’t need anything else. He moaned as my cock entered him. When I removed my hand, I was surprised to feel how loose and stretched-out Ben’s hole actually was. I could barely feel the sides of his chute as I pummeled his open sloppy cunt. He groaned and asked if I liked his opened-up pussy. I told him I did and he arched forward making my dick plop out of him. A torrent of white cream sluiced out all over the sheets. Ben asked me to lay down so he could ride me. He handed me his phone and had me make a video of him bouncing up and down on my dick. With his hole so opened up and sloppy, he could really take me deep. He pushed his cheeks together for more friction and got me close to cumming. He then stopped and just sat there, my hard bare dick throbbing deep inside his guts. Ben began to rock up and down reached for his phone. He grinned at me. He asked for my room number and then entered it into his phone and I heard a ‘whoosh’ as he sent it. He then sent the pics and video. He rode me slowly, keeping me rock hard and close to cumming. He looked down at me asking, ‘Remember Peter? My husband? Mind if he joins?’ I didn’t care, but wondered what would happen when he arrived. Also, I thought his choice of words was odd. I’d never met Peter, so how could I remember him? A few minutes later, there was a quiet knock at the door and he raised up and off to go answer it. He stood in the open doorway, kissing a man as he loosened his tie and pulled it above his collar. I thought he was undressing his husband, but instead, he stopped as the tie covered the man’s eyes. He tightened the knot back and guided him in. I wasn’t surprised to see that Peter was the guy at the bar on the other side of the empty stool. Ben smiled and led Peter to a chair. He unbuckled Peter’s belt and pushed his pants off before sitting him down. Peter opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Ben leaned forward and backed his gaped cummy pussy to his husband’s tongue. Peter lapped at Ben’s hole and moaned into it. He turned around, holding Peter’s blindfolded face as he stuck his ass out and rolled it around. Ben and Peter kissed as I rubbed my raw cock against his hole. I easily entered Ben’s slack asshole as he groaned into his husband’s mouth. “He’s fucking me, baby. He’s fucking me raw.’ Peter gulped for air asking, ‘Is he NEG, baby?’ ‘How should I know,’ Ben replied. Ben moaned saying, ‘Letting a stranger fuck you bareback is so risky! You know what happened last time!’ Ben turned over his shoulder looking up at me as I pounded my hips into his ass. ‘Last time, I got bugged with a few things. Nothing I can’t get rid of though.’ He winked at me as I pummeled his pussy. Somehow this slutty couple had turned the tables on me. I had been worried about not disclosing my trick’s recent diagnosis, and figured that I’d already been exposed to any bugs Ben was carrying. I picked up my pace and pounded his bare cunt. I railed Ben’s hole forcing him off his balance and into his husband’s chest and shoulders. I whispered that I was close and they both begged me to fill him up. I shot deep inside Ben and let my cock go soft inside him. As I pulled out, my seed, and likely at least a few other mens’ gushed out of him, splashing on Peter’s crotch and legs. As I went to the bathroom to take a piss and clean up, Ben guided Peter to the floor on his back and sat on his face. Peter lapped at his husband’s used slutty hole as more and more seed slipped out and into his mouth. ‘Yeah, baby. Eat those loads. Fucking stranger cum dripping down your throat!’ Peter moaned his approval as he lapped at his husband’s sloppy used cunt. When I came out of the bathroom, the two of them had gone, but Peter had left his business card. It turned out that they lived in my town and were both here on business. I would definitely be breeding Ben again... hopefully after we both got treated for anything I’d caught deep in his hole or was carrying before I got there.
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Note: Edited for content and forum changed. Here's hoping this version doesn't offend community standards. ___ Breeding Ben’s Bunghole I was out of town for a conference and horny, so I went to the hotel bar. I saw this very sexy guy sitting alone with an empty stool next to him. I asked if it was free and he invited me to sit down, introducing himself as Ben and flirting with me. As the place was full and that was the only seat, I was glad to have a place to perch, especially next to a sexy guy who was clearly into me. Ben told me that he was married, to a man, and that he and his husband, Peter, had been together for a few years before Peter realized that Ben was never going to settle down. He’d always assumed that Ben wanted a monogamous heteronormative relationship. Ben told me that he enjoyed hooking up with new guys and taking their loads home to Peter to eat out of his hole. Ben could tell that his nasty talk was making me hard and he reached for my crotch. My hardening cock rewarding his grasp with a steady stream of precum that leaked through my trousers faster than I’d have liked. He told me that his husband really liked it when he had bareback sex with strangers. I asked if he wanted to go back to my room, and Ben eagerly agreed. The guy sitting next to us clearly overheard the whole conversation and raised his eyebrows, giving me a thumbs up. I could tell that overhearing out conversation had gotten him hard as well as he adjusted his bulge. Ben and I made out in the elevator and tore each other’s clothes off as we tumbled into my hotel room. He shucked off my pants and yanked my briefs down before swallowing my cock to the root. He was clearly horny to get fucked. I told him that I’d be happy to rubber up if he wanted me to and he told me he’d rather take me raw. He didn’t ask my status and I didn’t volunteer. After Ben had sucked me to full dripping hardness, he swiveled around on his hands and knees and arched his back like a real pro piggy bottom. He leaned down with his face on the bedspread and used his hands to pry apart his alabaster ass cheeks. Ben’s butt was nearly hairless except for a little peach fuzz right around his hole. I lapped at his ass and managed to slip two fingers easily into him. When I pulled them out, I saw that they were slick with what I was pretty sure was another guy’s load. Ben clenched his muscles down on my fingers and begged for more. I got all four fingers and my thumb inside lubed up and wet with my oozing precum. Ben asked if I minded taking some pics with his phone and I obliged with my other hand. I snapped away as I pulled my hand back so just my fingertips were inside his creamy hole and lined up my raw dick. I slipped inside with just precum and spit as lube. Ben was so wet inside I really didn’t need anything else. He moaned as my cock entered him. When I removed my hand, I was surprised to feel how loose and stretched-out Ben’s hole actually was. I could barely feel the sides of his chute as I pummeled his open sloppy cunt. He groaned and asked if I liked his opened-up pussy. I told him I did and he arched forward making my dick plop out of him. A torrent of white cream sluiced out all over the sheets. Ben asked me to lay down so he could ride me. He handed me his phone and had me make a video of him bouncing up and down on my dick. With his hole so opened up and sloppy, he could really take me deep. He pushed his cheeks together for more friction and got me close to cumming. He then stopped and just sat there, my hard bare dick throbbing deep inside his guts. Ben began to rock up and down reached for his phone. He grinned at me. He asked for my room number and then entered it into his phone and I heard a ‘whoosh’ as he sent it. He then sent the pics and video. He rode me slowly, keeping me rock hard and close to cumming. He looked down at me asking, ‘Remember Peter? My husband? Mind if he joins?’ I didn’t care, but wondered what would happen when he arrived. Also, I thought his choice of words was odd. I’d never met Peter, so how could I remember him? A few minutes later, there was a quiet knock at the door and Ben raised up and off to go answer it. He stood in the open doorway, kissing a man as he loosened his tie and pulled it above his collar. I thought he was undressing his husband, but instead, he stopped as the tie covered the man’s eyes. He tightened the knot back and guided him in. I wasn’t surprised to see that Peter was the guy at the bar on the other side of the empty stool. Ben smiled and led Peter to a chair. He unbuckled Peter’s belt and pushed his pants off before sitting him down. Peter opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Ben leaned forward and backed his gaped cummy pussy to his husband’s tongue. Peter lapped at Ben’s hole and moaned into it. He turned around, holding Peter’s blindfolded face as he stuck his ass out and rolled it around. Ben and Peter kissed as I rubbed my raw cock against his hole. I easily entered Ben’s slack asshole as he groaned into his husband’s mouth. “He’s fucking me, baby. He’s fucking me raw.’ Peter gulped for air asking, ‘Is he NEG, baby?’ ‘How should I know,’ Ben replied. Ben moaned gleefully saying, ‘Letting a stranger fuck you bareback is so risky!’ Ben turned over his shoulder looking up at me as I pounded my hips into his ass. He winked at me as I pummeled his pussy. I picked up my pace and pounded his bare cunt. I railed Ben’s hole forcing him off his balance and into his husband’s chest and shoulders. I whispered that I was close and they both begged me to fill him up. I shot deep inside Ben and let my cock go soft inside him. As I pulled out, my seed, and likely at least a few other mens’ gushed out of him, splashing on Peter’s crotch and legs. As I went to the bathroom to take a piss and clean up, Ben guided Peter to the floor on his back and sat on his face. Peter lapped at his husband’s used slutty hole as more and more seed slipped out and into his mouth. ‘Yeah, baby. Eat those loads. Enjoy that cum dripping down your throat!’ Peter moaned his approval as he lapped at his husband’s sloppy used cunt. When I came out of the bathroom, the two of them had gone, but Peter had left his business card. It turned out that they lived in my town and were both here on business. I wondered how many guys would fill Ben up again before I bred him again.
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Hello NYC-Guys, I am a bttm visiting from Paris. Mid 30s with a muscular body. Looking for group fun or kinky bondage seasions. New to bb sex but open to collect new experience. Dreaming of getting more than just one load in my ass. Any recommendations for clubs, parties, saunas or apps? So bored of grindr! thanks!
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My Playroom—April, 2022 As soon as I got in my car in the bookstore lot (after the adventure detailed in the last two posts) I got a text from Perry with Cruz’s phone number. The moment I was home, Cruz and I were texting. Among other things, I invited him for a ride in my sling anytime he wanted. He was excited by that. So much so, that just six days later he was coming to my house. He lived to the north of me, but was coming down to visit family closer to my area. He’d play in the morning with his nieces and nephews—and play with me before he went home. He let me know his progress as he hit the road to my house. I set up the playroom, making sure towels were under the bench and sling, and I took the pitcher of water downstairs. Cruz arrived right when he’d estimated he’d get here. He took some time in the shower to make sure the playground was clean. He emerged shiny from the steam, with all that wonderful body hair still slightly damp… I sit on the bed in the playroom and watch him step out of his jock. Cruz is under 30, Latin and somewhere between 5’8” and 5’11”. He is drop dead handsome with a full, dark brown beard. Hair is everywhere on him—hairy chest, hairy legs and the hairiest ass I have had in years. He kneels on the floor between my legs. I love his expectant grin as his gaze goes from my mounded cock bulge up to my face and back again. He burrows into the overstretched fabric with a sigh. The jock pouch is now stretched obscenely. My cock has to come out—and it goes deep into Cruz’s throat. He groans, sucks me down and then pulls off it. “You are bigger than I remember.” Before I can reply, he is giving me the same expert head he had demonstrated in front of the others. He remembers to tongue my balls without any prompting. He even tips me back a little on the bed, to lick my perineum. “I have to taste your ass,” I tell him. I point to the bench. He climbs up and settles in. His eyes are riveted on the mirror in front of him. I stand behind him, at full erection, my cock swaying. I go to my knees and pull his young cheeks apart. My tongue parts the hair and finds his pucker. I tongue prod him—and he opens easily. He is so hot for cock. I lick and spit—leaving trails of saliva on the strands of hair, only to mop them back up with my tongue. Pic ass shot I grease myself up as I rim. I want him. Now. I stand up. My cock slaps his ass cheek. His head comes up so he can watch in the mirror. I run my cock up and down his entire ass crack, leaving the hair glistening with lube and precum. I find his hole—and enter. Cruz grunts and takes me with ease. I give him a moment before I begin to fuck. Our eyes meet in the mirror. I step up the pace. His face contorts. His eyes close. He moans out the pleasure he is feeling. I finally stop. “Do you like the taste of your ass?” I ask, hoping he loves ATM as much as I do. He nods—and I step around for him to clean my cock of his ass jizz. “Leave it good and wet, I’m going back up your butt.” Cruz whimpers. Music to my ears. I pull out of his mouth and push back between the matted hair of his ass…. Pic cock in him. * We’ve switched to the sling. He loves how comfortable is it is over others he’s been in. I can’t keep my tongue out of his butt. I want to ask if he’s ever done any piss—but I don’t want stop rimming. Finally I decide just to piss his ass crack and see what he says. I stand up and let fly—all my hot juices hosing him down. “Fuck!!” he mumbles as he squirms. “So hot…” Yes! I go back to my knees and clean him up. My cock is aching. I stand back up and fuck him. Hard. Chain rattling hard. When I finally stop, he murmurs “Let me taste all that.” I bring him my cock, flavored with my pale piss and his ass. He cleans me hungrily. For a long time. When I pull out of his mouth, I bend down and we kiss. It’s intense—our tongues roaming freely. I go back and fuck him some more. This time when I stop, I keep my dick buried in him and lean across his chest for a long kiss… * “Have you ever been on a rimseat?” He hasn’t—but is totally game. I put down the exercise mat for me to recline on and position the seat at the end of it. I lie down, flip the seat down and tell him to sit. He stands astride it. I love the view of his wet ass above me. He lowers himself carefully into place. My tongue goes deep into his hole the moment he sits. Cruz gasps. “Deep. Damn!” I tongue fuck him happily. For long minutes with him squirming and sighing. I visualize cum dripping from his ass into my mouth. Fuck, I’d love that. Then I realize I could… I tap his legs for him to stand. I get up, too. “I have a condom in the freezer. It has a load of my cum from a pandemic jerk off night. Could I stick it up your ass and eat it out as it melts?” Cruz loves the idea. I go upstairs to get it. I get him back into the sling for the insertion. It’s a hefty load in the end of the condom. I cut off the knot and insert it with a push of my index finger. It starts to melt instantly in his hot ass—leaving a glistening trail clinging to his ass hairs. I quickly lick that up. I stand up and fuck him. I can feel the melting wad of cum just below my shaft. His hole froths, the more I fuck. I pull out and clean that up. I come around to the side, lean over and drool the cum and ass juices into his mouth. He swallows hungrily and we kiss again. I fuck him once more and repeat the snowballing. Now I want the rest for me. I get him out of the sling and back on the seat. My tongue prods into him. I get a drip of my cum onto my tongue. Again. And one drop more. My mouth seals around his hole and I suck his ass. The rest of my cum and his ass jizz begins a constant flow into my mouth. It’s not huge—not like a piss waterfall—but just enough to make my cock ache. A true mind fuck for both of us. He can hear my pleasure as well as feel the cum drip into me. He is groaning now as much as I am. And it’s time to shoot. I don’t want to waste it. Cruz is back in the sling in an instant. I bury my face one last time in his deliciously slimy ass crack and spit it into my hand to coat my cock. I enter him. Hard and fast. He grabs his cock and massages it. I fuck like a man possessed. In moments I can feel my balls letting it go. I shoot—spurt after spurt into his hairy ass… The original is here, and it's worth following the link to see a picture of his ass: From My Side of the Sling: Cruz Takes My Cock and Cum...and a little piss... (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 3, 2022
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BAD SANTA: For most people, Christmas is a time to relax, hang out with family and friends, eat, and just chill. Not me. For me, its’ crazy as fuck, busy as hell, and the most stressful time of the year, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You see, Christmas time is when I use all my saved up vacation from work to volunteer for my favorite charity and deliver toys and gift bags to needy kids, families, hospital patients, and elderly people throughout the city. Thanksgiving is really when it all starts now. Because of the big shopping days, me and the other volunteers start prepping in early October and by Thanksgiving weekend we have Santa’s Workshops set up in every major mall in the area. At the workshops, parents can have their kids sit on Santa’s lap and do the usual thing, but it’s also a chance for us to share with them the work our charity does, how they can donate gifts or cash for those not as fortunate. Those donations are what let us do the gift bags and in the end it all comes back to Santa and his workshop. Well this year, Santa’s been an asshole. A couple assholes. Usually we don’t have a problem finding good Santas as a lot of folks appreciate the extra pay and cash for pretty easy work. But between some folks moving to a warmer climate, others being too old, and this year a couple Santas who decided being alchoholics would go unnoticed, it’s been hell. So here I am on a Saturday morning frantically interviewing potential Santas for that afternoon’s workshop at two of the malls. If I can’t find somebody, there are going to be a lot of disappointed people. I had just spent the past two hours in a basement interviewing the worst set of Santa-wannabees I had ever seen. Fuck! Maybe – just maybe – there were two that could manage. I had to decide quickly as I would have to call them within a couple of hours to get them to their Workshops on time. I was just packing up my papers when the door opened and in walked a man who made my knees buckle. Tall, dark, about 220 pounds, and a smile that could have been on an angel. He boldly walked over to me and shook my hand, “Hey, DeShawn. Is this where the Santa interviews are happening?” I could only stare. His eyes were a mocha brown with bright flecks of gold and when he shook my hand it felt like little electrical arcs danced up and down my arm making the hairs stand on end. “Oh..Umm..yeah… I’m sorry. You just missed it. The interviews are over.” The guy kicked at one of the folding chairs, “FUCK! Fucking Metro. Look man, sorry…sorry…it’s just you know? Metro? They always fucked up. The train got stuck at L’Enfant Plaza, I had to call my cuz to come pick me up. I really need this man…look to be totally real with you…I just got out recently… of the pen…and not for not super bad shit or whatever…just stupid shit…and…anyways…I…I just need a chance.” Damn. It was the holidays and I did believe in giving folks a chance if I could. “OK,” I said, “But no promises. Here. Fill out this form. I have one opening downtown at City Center and the shifts are 3:00-9:00, Thursday through Sunday and there’s usually other shifts or events on the other days that can get picked up if you want.” DeShawn beamed, and clenched his fist in joy, “Fuck yeah! Thanks my man. Thanks. We doing this in here? Let me just go tell my cuz Andre. Can he sit in here? Chill out while we do whatever?” I nodded, DeShawn hustled outside and a minute later walked back in with another guy who clearly was family as they so closely resembled each other. Andre pushed one of the folding chairs a little to the side, pulled up his jeans then sat down, then reached inside his sweatshirt and pulled out what looked like a joint, put it to his lips, and lit it up. I turned to DeShawn, “Hey, he can’t be smoking weed in here man.” Andre exhaled a thick cloud that smelled heavenly – and I thought hell, this must be what frankincense and myrrh smells like. DeShawn patted me on the shoulder, “No, no, no, he’s not. It’s a little K2, you know spice. It ain’t weed. It’s all good – yo Andre, spark me up.” Andre pulled another smoke out of his pocket, stuck it in his mouth beside the first one, hit it with the lighter, and held out his hand with the now lit spice roll for DeShawn. I watched as DeShawn inhaled deep, closed his eyes, his shoulders relaxed, a small grin spread across his face, he opened his eyes and weaved his head from side to side, “Fuck yeah. Much better. Want to hit it?” Andre’s expression was blank as I glanced at him, then looked back at DeShawn and his offered smoke. “I’ve never done that before. I better not,” I said. DeShawn hit it again and I closed my eyes, enjoying the smell and the slight tingle I felt. He was looking at me when I opened my eyes, his dimples marking the smirk on his face as he held the smoke, then exhaled and said, “Come on. It’s good shit. It’s the fucking holidays man, here, just hold it firm between your lips, inhale deep and hold it. Just once to start, then we’ll see how you do.” I shrugged, took the smoke, and felt really self-conscious having him watch me. So, I closed my eyes, held it to my lips, the heat of the smoke just at the edges of my fingertips and I inhaled deep. FUCKING WOW THAT SMOKE BURNED! But as I let it out, it was like all my fucking tension went POOF and then this nice, warm, even elation flowed over me. Fuck that was good. I wanted more! DeShawn laughed, “Ease up man. It’s your first time. Cuz and I, well we smoke all day so this ain’t nothing. Fuck. This just a taste of a taste for me. If I was really partying...well fuck now you don’t need to hear all that. I still got to interview right?” Oh damn, the interview. Santa’s Workshop. “Yes, yes, yes,” I stammered far quicker than normal. “So tell me why you want to do this?” I did my best to pay attention as DeShawn answered that and several other questions as he completed the application form. Honestly, I didn’t hear squat. The smoke had created this itch, this want, this need in the pit of my stomach – the need to get fucked – and with two hot black men sitting within feet of me it was impossible to focus. I dutifully made some random notes on my clipboard then said, “Yeah – ah – well – I – how about you try on the Santa suit? We might not even have one that fits you.” DeShawn was like a wide-eyed kid as he stepped towards the far wall and the rack of Santa suits. He kicked off his high-top, red sneakers, pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on the floor, then slid his jeans and underwear right down and stepped out of them and kicked them to side and began flipping through the suits that were hanging up without a care in the world – stark fucking naked! DeShawn paused, pursed his lips a bit as he blew his smoke towards me then said, “Here, have another hit. Do it a couple times this time. I think you’ll be good.” My hand shook as I took the smoke and then glanced at Andre. He was leaning to the side with his left arm resting on his left thigh, his smoke held tight between the thumb and forefinger. When I looked at him his brows furrowed a bit, his eyes focused on me, his left upper lip raised slightly as if to say, “I see you – you fucking cock hound.” I turned my back to Andre and looked at DeShawn who had pulled a suit off the rack. I openly stared at his taught body, his ripped abs, the V of muscle that formed and led the eye to his greatest gift of all – that BIG BLACK COCK – his BBC. Why is it BBC when everyone calls it a dick I wondered? Then I wondered why I thought that. Then I wondered who called it a dick first? Then I almost dropped the smoke as the heat got too close to my fingertips. DeShawn was laughing as he looked at me. He had on Santa’s coat and hat but was naked from the waist down. His dick was long, thick, with very little hair at it’s base and a ridge of foreskin cradling the head. God damn he was sort of hard! “What do you think?” DeShawn asked as he held the coat open and gave me a knowing smile. I was without words as he stepped up to me, took the smoke, hit it once, twice, a third time, then as he exhaled he walked over to Andre and dropped the remainder of it on the floor, which Andre stamped out with his boot. My mouth was dry, I couldn’t focus, well I could but all I could see was a BBC. “Did you know Jesus was black?” DeShawn asked me. What the fuck? I looked at him, confused, and bewildered. He repeated his earlier question, “What do you think?” Did he just shift his hips to make his dick flop around? Is that precum drooling out his piss slit? “I…yeah…yeah you got the job. I just uh…need to call the other Santa and let him know where to go.” I half stumbled to other side of the room as DeShawn and Andre huddled up. Somehow I managed to call one of the other interviewees, told him where to go, and when I hung up and turned back around DeShawn was standing by Andre with another smoke in his hand held out towards me. “Come on. Join us. I want to fucking celebrate. I got time right? Shift does not start for what…4 or 5 hours? We good then. So yo, anyone else coming through this joint? Like co-workers, other Santas or shit?” DeShawn asked. I shook my head no and watched as he sauntered over to the basement door, slid the lock in place, sauntered back, smiled, and said, “Now we can party. You driving? Have to work tomorrow too?” I patted the set of keys in my pocket and shook my head no. He just nodded back, held the smoke to his lips he had held out for me and relit it, then handed it to me and hit the one in his other hand. I joined Andre and DeShawn in sucking on that spice and fuck it felt good. Andre was still sitting in his chair, all chill and relaxed. DeShawn was sort of bouncing off the walls and me, well I was in a bit of a daze just standing there. I realized DeShawn was talking to me and when I looked he was moving his hips back and forth, his long dick smacking first one thigh then the other. I licked my lips. “Yeah fucker you like that shit huh?” DeShawn asked. “You know I can’t focus on doing the job up right when I’m all backed up you hear me? What you think I should do about that?” I looked from DeShawn to Andre and back. No way was this happening. DeShawn stepped right up to me, his breath hot and fierce on my neck as he leaned forward a little and whispered, “SANTA’S GOT TO BUST HIS NUTT. CAN YOU HELP ME OUT? GO ON TOUCH IT. SEE WHAT SANTA HAS BROUGHT TO TOWN.” DeShawn inhaled sharply as I reached out and slid my right hand up and down his hard dick. “That’s it little boy,” DeShawn whispered into my ear, “STROKE THAT MOTHA FUCKA, FEEL THAT DICK SLIME OUT, FUCK I GOT SOME EGGNOG FOR YOU. WHAT YOU SAY? YOU WANT MY EGGNOG? YOU WANT SANTA TO CLIMB DOWN YOUR CHIMNEY? FUCKING LITTLE ELF.” I could only moan as DeShawn now started to nibble on my neck then kiss it before sliding his tongue up and into my ear. I was moaning, my eyes closed, when Andre – who had not said a word the entire time – said, “Finish that blunt then suck my motha fucking dick.” I opened my eyes and saw Andre was standing up now, his fly was open and dick that was a twin of DeShawn’s was hanging free, just waiting for my mouth and to top it off he had found one of the red and green elf hats we use at the Workshop and had plopped it on his head slightly crooked. I inhaled quick and sharp on the smoke I had, dropped it on the floor, put it out with my shoe and watched as DeShawn circled me like a lion on the savannah sizing up the morning’s prey. A BIG BLACK HAND REACHED OUT, DESHAWN GOT RIGHT IN MY FACE AND SAID, “BEND OVA AND SUCK HIS CANDY CANE. I KNOW YOU WANT TO. I KNOW YOU’RE A DICK SUCKA, SO OPEN THAT GOD-DAMN-WHITE-MOUTH AND MILK THAT SHIT.” The sudden, hard edge in his voice was a total turn on and I could only comply with his demands. I bent forward and like a calf to the teat started sucking on Andre’s monster, elf dick. DeShawn knelt behind me and I started to knead my ass with his large hands. I moaned in pleasure, my mind flying, my body alight, my mouth so full. I then realized he was licking my ass, his tongue was pushing onto my hole and I moaned, wanted more, needing to feel it deeper. “WHO SAYS FRUIT CAKE AIN’T TASTY? RIGHT CUZ?” DESHAWN ASKED AND ANDRE LAUGHED IN REPLY. “YOU READY TO GET THAT STOCKING STUFFED? FEEL THAT CHRISTMAS YULE LOG RIDE ON UP IN YOU? FUCKING-A MY BALLS ARE READY TO BLOW THIS NUTT, THAT’S RIGHT, BEND THE FUCK OVA AND SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT SANTA TO FUCK THAT HOLE.” No, no, no this was not right. I couldn’t. I had obligations. Duties. I had to focus. Oh hell – no matter what I tried my mind was gone, the spice was in charge – no, Santa was in charge and right that second he was pushing his dick into my ass. “Wait wait please,” I said suddenly feeling 100% sober, “You need to put a condom on. OK?” DeShawn slapped my ass hard, “Yeah OK,” he said as he turned me, I heard him sit down hard in one of the folding chairs, his hands gripped my waist hard and as he pulled me back towards him, Andre pushed forward, his dick aiming for my mouth. The fuzzy white trim on the arm of the Santa suit tickled my sides as DeShawn wrapped his left arm around my stomach and pulled me backwards. He then jammed a finger into my spit slicked hole and immediately found my prostate, which sent quivers of joy through my body. “Yeah that fucking honey pot’s ripe, ease on down, there you go…trust…this will feel even better,” DeShawn said. My knees bent slightly and I could feel the bulbous head of his dick pushing against my ass. “Please…no…” I begged again, “The condom….” I could feel the deep rumble of laughter from his chest as DeShawn dismissed my please, “I got you. Hey cuz, let him hit your blunt right quick. OK now, toke on that shit hard and deep into your lungs like 3 or 4 times and each time hold it as long as you can.” I took the smoke from Andre, hit it like DeShawn said, on the 4th time as soon as I sucked it in, Andre took the blunt back, smiled, and took his own hit. The hot rush was coming on like a semi on an ice-slicked road and there was no stopping it and he could tell. My body relaxed, I exhaled two lungs full of smoke and then RAM! I bent my head back, my throat strained to yell, no sound came out just a whimper as DeShawn had used my relaxed state to force his dick inside my ass. DeShawn’s voice was distant through the pain and the spice high, “TAKE THAT FUCKING CANDY CANE. YOU BEEN A BAD BOY? I THINK YOU HAVE, TIME FOR SOME COAL UP THAT STOCKING. DAMN CUZ, JUST WAIT TILL YOU GET UP IN THIS ASS. SHIT’S TIGHT, BUT NOT FOR LONG – RIGHT?” My ass started to bounce up and down on his rough, black dick as DeShawn took me for a ride. When I opened my eyes Andre was standing right in front of me jacking his steel, hard dick and I knew right then he was going to fuck me too. As if on queue, DeShawn stood up with me still impaled on raw dick, reached out and slapped Andre’s outstretched hand, and tagged out. DeShawn yelled, roughly yanked his dick out of my ass, stepped to the side and Andre grabbed me, dug his hands into my hips, turned me to face the chair, bent me forward and slammed his dry dick in. I cried out, they both laughed, Andre pulled back and slammed me again, this time going to the hilt as my ass opened up and let him in. Two big hands were now holding the back of the chair steady and DeShawn bent forward and smiled at my wild eyed, ragged breath self, “TELL SANTA WHAT YOU WANT.” I gasped, shook my head, “FUCK ME, OH PLEASE GOD DAMN FUCK ME.” DeShawn stood up, laughed, “I CAN’T HEAR YOU,” HE SAID. “SANTA THINKS YOU SAID YOU WANTED SOME RAW DICK. IS THAT RIGHT? SANTA THINKS YOU WERE BEGGING FOR THAT SPICED UP EGGNOG DEEP IN THAT HOLE. IS THAT RIGHT? I SAID IS THAT RIGHT, CAUSE IF NOT, WELL….” and with that final word Andre pulled his dick out leaving my ass twitching and in dire need. “THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S RIGHT, PLEASE STICK IT BACK IN. DON’T…DON’T…”I begged. DeShawn bent forward, “Don’t what?” My eyes focused, I pushed my ass back, “DON’T STOP FUCKING ME UNTIL YOU CUM. I WANT IT ALL. I WANT ALL YOUR CUM, PLEASE, PLEASE CUM IN ME.” DeShawn laughed, patted my head, and I looked back at him and said, “YOUR’E A FUCKING BAD, BAD, SANTA.” The cousins busted out at that and as Andre slammed his dick back into my bruised hole, DeShawn started stroking his drooling meat at eye level and said, “You got not fucking idea.” A couple hours later we laid entangled in a pile of Santa suits, elf costumes, backdrops, and anything else that had been in fuck-stumbling distance that was soft. Holy hell it was going to cost me a fortune to get all that shit dry-cleaned. Andre had me on my side, my left leg raised, as he frothed up the last load he had deposited into my now gaping ass. DeShawn was lying on his back, his dick spent, his balls drained, and Santa was a happy man. I figured he was checking his messages as he was swiping back and forth on his cell phone, chuckling now and then. He then held it out for me to see and there was a picture – nice close up shot – of me with a dick in my mouth. Fuck! DeShawn started swiping again and said, “Happy Holidays. Aiight, time to get it on. Cuz, I’m going to snag your ride, head home quick and shower up for my job.” DeShawn stood up, stretched, and walked over to what appeared to be the only untainted Santa suit. He nodded, “No worries. I got this. Cuz’ll keep you busy I think.” Andre slid out of my ass and I gently reached out and felt my nutt-filled hole. The constant pounding I had taken from both men had all been raw and they had bred me repeatedly, while keeping me spiced up. The cousins were huddled up now, Andre said something that made DeShawn loudly go, “OOOO,” then put his clenched fist in front of his mouth, double over in laughter and joy, and nod his head vigorously in agreement. I stood up, found my clothes on the edge of the pile and started to put them one when DeShawn hollered, “YO GET THAT SLUT ASS OVER HERE.” I walked over and stood by the cousins. Andre had pulled a cigarette out of a pack of Newport 100s and was smoking away and DeShawn looked all set to go and assured me he was good, then said, “YOU EVER SMOKED A DIPPER BEFORE? NO? YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS? NO? WELL LET’S JUST CALL IT A CIGARETTE WITH SOME SPECIAL SPICE ON IT. THAT’S ALL. GIVE ANDRE YOUR KEYS. HE’S GOING TO TAKE YOU ON A SHORT RIDE TO OUR TRAP HOUSE AND GET YOU WETTED OUT. NO WORRIES, HE’LL WATCH OUT FOR YOU AND WHEN I GET OFF MY SHIFT I’LL SWING THROUGH AND SHOW YOU HOW FUCKING BAD SANTA CAN REALLY BE.”
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Loading Osvaldo at Cum-Union
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Grand Rapids—March, 2022 In the months since the Halloween Party where I met and fucked Osvaldo repeatedly, there was not a week that went by where he did not send me a picture of his ass. Or dressed as a Pilgrim. Or as a holiday elf. Or with his new underwear… You get the idea. I did want to fuck him again, but I was in no hurry. Finally the right occasion and timing presented itself—the March CumUnion. I checked that he still wanted to play again. I reminded him that we should both play with others—and encourage others to join us. He was all about that. We set a time… I’m there just ahead of time. I park on the street and go in to get my locker. It’s crowded, but not packed. I keep my boots and add my slightly dirty jock. I snap my wristband in place, toss the towel over my shoulder and go exploring. I see one Latin man, that from the back, might be Osvaldo, but it’s not. I look in on the porn theatre, the sauna, the medical exam table, the glory hole area and the sling. Not much is happening yet, beyond some semi-furtive blow jobs. I sit in the porn area and stroke. When I figure it must be after the appointed hour, I go back to the locker area. And there he is—buried in his phone. His face lights up as he finally notices me. We hug. “Papi, I can’t wait for you to fuck me again.” I nod and we head upstairs to the play area. I choose the medical exam table as the sling is hung far too low for me (and padlocked in place.) Osvaldo willingly drops his towel and bends so his chest is resting on the table. This makes his full ass look even more inviting. I kneel and my tongue burrows in. “Yes! Eat me out, Papi,” he whispers, but his voice get’s louder as he continues “I want you to fuck me hard.” Osvaldo reaches behind him and pulls his cheeks apart. I spit and lick and prod him deeply with my tongue. I finally spit one last time and stand up. His arm grabs his phone and he films my cock slapping his ass cheeks before entering him. When I’m halfway in, he shuts off the phone (which could get us thrown out) and concentrates on the fuck. I fuck him hard, slapping his full ass. He groans each time I do. We get an audience. One man, graying at the temples, strokes to seeing me fuck a man half my age. He gets quite close to us, watching my cock slice into Osvaldo. “He has another hole,” I point out. Osvaldo reaches out and guides the bigger than average cock into his mouth. He looks damn good with two dicks in him. The guy in his mouth smiles at me and begins pumping his dick into Osvaldo. He stops fairly fast—he doesn’t want to cum. I pull out and go back to eating ass—now freshly fucked and juicy. Osvaldo whimpers. I hear his voice change, so I stand up. A kid his own age has his dick in Osvaldo’s mouth. I nod at him and slip my cock back into the wet ass. I reach across the boy servicing us and run my hand over the kid’s very hairy chest. Osvaldo clamps down on my cock, so I fuck him harder. The kid pulls out, too, before his blows. The night is young, after all. We go and try the sling. The unadjustable chains make me do very deep knee bends to get into him. It hurts. We go back to the exam table. This time I get him on his back—making sure his head hangs over the edge so he can be throat fucked, too. I start in his mouth with a “Taste your ass on my cock.” I slide into him as he shivers at the words. “Get me good and wet, I’m not using any other lube for your ass.” He does—leaving great gobs of his spit on my dick. I move around and sink into his butt. An African-American around my age comes over and asks if he may use my boy’s mouth. “Please,” I tell him. We fuck into our Latin sandwich in rhythm together. Three other men stroke to our fucking—but won’t come any closer to us. I offer the guy in Osvaldo’s mouth to take my place. He considers it, but declines. When the guy goes—so does our crowd. We switch his position back to his chest on the table. Osvaldo pulls his phone out again and aims it over his shoulder as I fuck him. (He sends them to me, and not one is good enough to be used here.) I take his phone, turn on the flash and take the picture. PIC We break. I tell him to have fun—as will I. He goes downstairs and I have no idea what he does other than get his phone in his locker. I sit in the easy chair by the sling and get head from two different men. The first is horrible at it—the second is wonderful. Osvaldo find me with the second guy. Without missing a beat, he worms under the cocksucker so he can suck my balls as the guy continues to blow me. When we break, I suggest going to the glory hole room. It is more private—and I’m hoping others will feel like fucking Osvaldo in a darker area. No one is there. I bend Osvaldo over a chair behind the wall and eat his wet, wet ass. My beard is covered in his juices. Could it be a load in him, too? I can’t tell—or care. I stand and fuck him. My hips smacking his ass draw two guys to stand next to us. One goes in his mouth—the other jerks. I fuck harder. I ask the guy in his mouth if he’d like his ass. He nods. I expect the guy to come to my side of Osvaldo, but instead the Osvaldo pivots and slips his hole right on the saliva slick dick he had been sucking. As soon the guy starts fucking, Osvaldo takes me into his mouth. “Ah, shit,” the guy fucking him mumbles. “Is it alright to shoot in him?” I say yes. And Osvaldo nods. “Well, good. I just did.” The guy pulls out. Osvaldo pivots again to clean his cock. When he leaves, the stroking guy is sucked by Osvaldo. “You want to fuck, too?” “Yeah…” Osvaldo pivots. The guy fucks and loads that hot butt. I love the new feel of his ass—incredibly creamy. Guys keep finding us. Most try his mouth. Not all fuck him—but enough. Two more cream his ass under my watchful eye. We break again. I go refill my water bottle while he stays there. When I get back I am pleasantly surprised to see that Osvaldo is fucking one of the men who loaded him. I had no idea the kid was versatile. * We fuck on the exam table again. It’s getting late--and we both really like the feel behind the glory hole wall. W go back. It’s crowded now. At least six men are there—all sucking or getting sucked. There is just room for me to bend Osvaldo to suck a jerker—and for me to fuck him. We become the focus. A man who was getting sucked shoots all over Osvaldo’s face. I give way to another man to seed him. I clean the man’s cock as he pulls out. Doing that is enough to flip my trigger. I slide into Osvaldo. “You want my cum?” He grunts an affirmative around the cock in his mouth. I pick up speed. The cum in his ass is being churned with that sort of sloshing sound I love. Everyone back there knows exactly what they are hearing. Another guy, nowhere near us feeds his load, noisily, to a cocksucker. I grunt three or four times and begin firing into him. Osvaldo braces himself and takes it. I slam into him one last time and collapse on his sweaty back… The original post, with a picture he sent me, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Loading Osvaldo at CumUnion (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 24, 2022 -
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Joey.... Joey loved to be the center of attention and his natural gifts has never failed him. Joey's golden blonde hair and bluest eyes hasn't failed him to get all the girls he wanted. His 6ft tall body was naturally toned and covered with golden fuzz all over which drove the girls crazy for some reason. He also had the biggest cock in school reaching over 8" when it was hard. Just the sight of his big white cock could make most girls and even some boys be mesmerized and Joey loved it. He wasted no time as he entered the locker room to strip his clothes to get ready for his first wrestling team meeting today. Before he put his jock and the singlet on, he walked over to the mirror and flexed around loving the eyes of his friends admiring his beautiful body. His cock started to get semi-hard as he enjoyed the boys eyes on him. He swaggered over to his locker and bent down to pick up his jock and he even felt some boys stare at his pink hole between his golden mounds of muscled ass. Joey took his time to put on a show for other boys a bit before he started to get up when he felt something in the air that he never felt before. As Joey put his jock on and adjusted his cock, he looked over his shoulder to the source this stir in the air. Momentarily Joey's body forgot to move as he saw one of the darkest person standing behind him. He was maybe an inch taller that Joey but his body muscles were massive and his cock was massive as well. It was as big as Joey's 8" and it wasn't even hard. "Hi, I am Jason and I am new." A deep voice brought Joey's attention to the hand extended to him offering a handshake and that's when Joey realiized that his hand was still inside his jock holding his own rapidly growing cock. Joey felt himself blushing all over as Jason took his hand back. "Ummmm, let's skip the handshake for now. So you must be Joey." "Yes." Joey replied softly and turned around to get his singlet out of his locker. For some reason, his knees felt weak and he lost his balance as he turned to his locker. Jason's arms were quick to wrap around his waist to save Joey from falling on the floor. "Be careful, Joey. I want you down on the floor when I pin you dow during our match not in the locker room." Jason's laugh made Joey feel weak again and Joey felt Jason's naked body standing closer behind him to give him a better support. Joey's heart started to beat almost ouf of his chest as Joey felt Jason's body heat on the length of his naked back and Jason's cock on butt. "Easy boy." Joey felt Jason lightly push him away as Joey started to push his butt out to feel more of Jason's cock wihtout realizing what he was doing. Joey felt shame and embarassment but his cock stood bigger than ever. Joey hurriedly finished getting dressed and walked away from Jason but not before he saw Jason's cock getting semi-hard and growing to a size that Joey could never imagine on a human body. Jason and the rest of his team joined Joey in the gymnasium. They always had the wrestling team's gym's temperature set up high to make everyone sweat during the practice as it helped with the weight management as well. However Joey felt it was almost unbearable today as Jason stood close to him. When the door opened, instead of Mr. Smith, there was a black giant whose face resembled Jason's. Everyone admired and welcomed the two big strong black men newly joining them. However Joey was uneasy with new feelings these two men started in him however Joey felt strong connection with two men as well. As the coach ordered the team to break up in two to stretch, Joey and Jason faced each other as they both felt so naturally drawn. Even the whole team seemed to accept their coupling as if it was the most natural thing and didn't crowd around Joey as they normally do. After few minutes of stretching, the coach told them to play around with their partner for a while. At no time, Jason had pinned Joey down and used his body weight to push him down. Strangely Joey didn't fight hard as he felt safe and comfortable with his new position. New coach came by them few times and made eye contact with Joey before walking away to attend others. That's how Joey met Jason and his new coach, James.... and Joey's new life began.
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The fantasy (much much more a reality) is to have a jocky/athletic build good looking guy who almost exclusively loves to serve/service black men. And I mean the type whom would be willing to do ANYTHING to make their black master happy. One who is more or less blue collar/average in the streets but a complete bitch boy urinal cumdump in the sheets who's goal is to be used over and over again-whether by one dom or multiple at any given time. To be a personal fucktoy... a walking, breathing flashlight...a hole whom happens to have a name is all you desire Does such a person(thing) exist in this city?
